#kiss me kill me map

[snickerdoodlesart]

Kiss Me (Kill Me) Part 31

This was my first map part! It was quite the journey making it, hope you enjoy. If you like what you see, consider commenting on the youtube video... for algorithm's sake lol I plan on making more animations in the future.

You can find the complete map here

plus credit art for my part

[artificer-real]

Artificer is stronger than me cause if a giant mass of mutating flesh tendrils enveloping the shape and mind of the one i love most wanted me to kiss it,,, well. well. w-

[false-savior]

excuse me WHAT

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

"It is done, my Champion. When this world comes to heel, you will be my blade in the dark. Together we will remind mortals why they once feared the night."

Guess who just finished Mordremoth's Fang the other night. :)

[riverripplespeaks]

me when im in a challenge for saddest relationships and my competition is doomed tabby cat yuri

[seranextdoor]

tw. dark content, brief gory descriptions, smut, size difference.

pairing. mr. crawling x fem! reader. 1k words.

- i wish there was more on blissful love life end route, wish i couldve fuck this cute little shyt until he blabberin' :p i love this gameeeeeee! sorry for suddenly writing about homicipher after months of ghosting u guys.. hehe...

The smell of death lingers in the air ever since you brought along the certain entity to the overworld. It's faint enough to let you know that he was watching.

Not that you mind, he practically latched onto you like a barnacle the first time he met you at that strange hallway. Mr. Crawling, despite the oddities that comes along his unique charms, was a pleasant companion. Maybe it's the fact that you'd noticed the dark figure, slouching at the corner of your room, or the fact that you'd woke up with him next to you, the high-pitched giggling causing you to stir awake at the darkest hour.

You wonder if Mr. Crawling gets bored at times. You can't blame him, the underworld where he is from an endless maze with sharp corners here and there, not to mention the occasional earthquakes that change the layout of the map. Comparing his world to your little apartment was laughable. Maybe that's why you started feeling his cold fingertips running underneath the thin fabric of your clothes. Not that you'd stop him, Not that you want him to anyway. You taught him a few things, mainly how humans express their love. It's nice to have someone dote on you for bringing them a bowl of fresh human flesh.

'It's better to be with Mr. Crawling,' you thought.

Being with a human means it'll increase the chance of you getting caught and you wouldn't be able to go on another killing spree. At least Mr. Crawling accepts you for who you are.

"You... like?" his croaky voice puts your running thoughts to the side as you tilt your head, your eyes looking at him before they avert down to his wandering hand. His fingers are abnormally slender with a grayish tint as he slowly brushed them on your stomach before they went lower and lower until his fingers practically hovered over your lower body. He gives you a look, "need you." he points down at your clothed pussy, your cheeks quickly warms up at his words.

"Can touch?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. His fingers trembled the more he waited for your response like he itched to touch you. "Can." you give him a brief nod as his fingers slowly slipped under your shorts, spreading your folds before he pressed down on your clit causing your breath to hitches. You watched with staggered breathing as his hand moved in a circular motion, rubbing your clit slowly as your sopping hole clenched around nothing. "Good? Enjoyable?" he asked, giggling when you gasped and nodded at his words while he traced your slit, getting your juices all over his nimble digits.

His kisses are sloppy, and the metallic taste of blood from the flesh he consumed for dinner comes in as the aftertaste when you pull back for some air. Mr Crawling quickly chases after your lips, pressing his cracked and cold ones on yours as his tongue shamelessly swirls around yours. With enough juices coating his fingers, he easily slipped it into your entrance as it squelches, his other hand holding your thigh to keep your legs spreading. “Look down,” he pulled his fingers out with a small pop, proudly showing his wet and pruney fingers to you before he slipped them into his mouth. “heh, good. Me happy!” he giggled, moving on top of you as you rested your legs on each side of his body.

“Mr. Crawling...” you whined, watching him with blurry vision as he pulled the black clothing up, just enough for his cock to peek through. It's almost as if the entity wants you to see it, wants you to see how desperate he is. His pre-cum glistens and gather at the tip of his cock, bulging vein runs on the side of his shaft as your eyes shifts to the patch of dark hair on his pelvis. His knees dig into the mattress, his hand aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. “Me... go into you slow.” he gently prods your hole with the tip of his cock, shifting his eyes on your face and down to your pussy as he pushes his thick cock past the ring of muscles.

You wince, the girth of his cock is stretching you to the maximum. "Hurt? Pain? Desire me go out?" he asked, looking down at you before you shook your head at his question, "I'm glad." he smiled at your reaction. Your fingers holding onto his biceps as your nails left crescent marks on his skin. "Pat, pat." he rubs your head, cupping your cheek as his cock throbs inside of you when your velvety walls flutters to adjust to his size. "Pretty." he whispers, leaning down to peck your lips. He lets you roll your hips, slowly fucking yourself into his fat cock while he holds your hip. "Like this? Happy?" he asked, his hips stuttering as he thrust back into you, matching your slow rhythm.

"Like it..." you replied, breathless as he began to pick up his pace. He was consistent, the tip of his cock brushing against the spot that sends you seeing stars on your ceilings with every single thrust, your nails raking down on his back, leaving claw marks which heals up as quickly as it came. The sound of skin slapping reverberates around the walls as Mr. Crawling gasps and pants in your ear each time he desperately slammed his cock into you. His long, black locks falling over your face, tangling with your hair and sticking to your forehead and chest. “Like you... Like this..." he chants, sharp teeth nibbling on your neck and down to your collarbones, leaving a trail of dark bruises in his wake.

“Close... me close,” his thick cock throbs inside of you, rubbing furiously against your walls as he holds your hips. His breath brushing against your lips as he gasped, “Come? Need you come," he begged, slobbery tongue poking out to flicks your swollen lips as he coaxed you into cumming on his cock by sharply rutting his cock inside of you as the lewd squelches from taking his cock deeper and deeper increases.

He pushes his hips into you when you came all over his cock, he quickly pushes his cock as deep as he can before his hot seeds spill into your womb, spilling out of your whole when he pulled out to rest his cock on your pelvis. He's still cumming, spurting the strings of loads on your stomach as you panted, your chest heaving up and down as he lazily kisses your neck and up to your flushed face,

"...Pretty."

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ BEGINNER'S LUCK ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: you beat him at his own game on livestream, and it's your first time playing

contents: fem!reader. gojo gets slandered by everyone </3 but he slanders toji. again. vague descriptions of what game you guys are playing, imagine whichever game u want.

author's note: thinkin' about making streamer!gojo a series, stay tuned ...

"so you're gonna want to click that when someone attacks you," satoru informs you, hand on your shoulder. his chin rests on the top of your head as he watches you learn the in's and out's of some game he's well-known for streaming. "no, not that one, silly. the other one."

you groan and make a face at the screen in exasperation. "why do all the buttons look the same?" you grumble, drumming your fingers on the table next to his luminescent keyboard. "you better go easy on me when we go live."

satoru laughs and kisses the top of your head before strolling over to his own plush seat next to you. "don't worry, sweetheart. i will, i promise."

a couple minutes later, satoru starts chatting with his thousands of viewers as you puzzle over how to join his co-op lobby. 

toji-fushiguro: is your gf gonna join? ;)

you hear satoru scoff and see him lean closer to the monitor, squinting at the message that mentions you. "i remember you," satoru huffs, white hair falling into his eyes. "you better stop bringing her up or i'll block you, fishface."

a small laugh bubbles out of your lips as satoru continues addressing the flood of comments asking about you. in his last stream, he had mentioned thinking about teaching you to play the game he got famous for, and his viewers reacted more than enthusiastically. "wow, you guys really want to see me win against my own girlfriend?" satoru tsks, wagging his finger at the screen. "nah, i promised i'd go easy on her. i like her more than you faceless strangers on the internet. i'm looking at you, toji."

"satoru?" you whisper, scrunching up your nose when he immediately turns to you, all thoughts of publicly humiliating toji set aside. "how do i... join a co-op session?"

your boyfriend grins and leans over, clicking a couple buttons in too fast of a sequence for you to follow, and soon enough, your avatar stands next to satoru's. "there!"

"thanks," you huff, watching him slide back into his chair and banter with a couple more comments. and moments later, the game starts. satoru starts out with a play-by-play of his actions, making it really easy for you to piece together the strategy and techniques of the game. to your surprise, you don't die that easily — in fact, you eliminate five other players before retreating to the top of a tree to hide.

a couple kills later, you and satoru are some of the last people on the map. satoru makes quick work of the leftovers before stretching his arms and grinning smugly. "looks like i trained you well, darling," he calls, briefly turning to you and blowing a kiss. "now, where are you? come out and let me catch you, baby."

you hum in response, not bothering to come down from your tree. thankfully, the leaves are thick enough to obscure your avatar from satoru's view, and he walks right past you without even bothering to check. you grin and lean in closer to the computer, aiming at his blissfully unaware avatar and—

"what the fuck?" satoru yelps when his avatar crumbles to the ground. a message noting his death appears on his screen, and he turns to you immediately, betrayal evident on his shocked expression. "you shot me in the back!" he whines, getting up and looking at your screen in disbelief. "how could you?!"

you stick your tongue out at him smugly. "i win!" you cheer, and satoru splutters in disbelief, stumbling over his words as he watches you reap the rewards of your win. "i can't believe you lost to a beginner," you muse, rubbing in your victory. "maybe i should take over your stream," you continue, fluttering your eyelashes at satoru as he gapes at your screen.

"it's only 'cause i went easy on you!" satoru huffs, walking back to his chair and requesting a rematch. "this time, i won't be so nice."

the next game, satoru doesn't say anything, ocean-blue eyes focused on his own screen. from the stream opened in the corner of your monitor, you see his comments blow up.

suguru-geto: wow you're really off your game today

inumaki: he just sucks wdym

toji-fushiguro: deserved 💯

you think about hiding in a tree again, but decide against it. satoru would probably expect you to repeat that strategy, and for all you know, he might have an item that could help him sneak up on you. so you run off to an area that's relatively flat and keep an eye out for other users. you eliminate two before you catch a glimpse of satoru in a tree, but just a second later, he vanishes. 

from the corner of your eye, you see satoru mouth "got you" to his screen, and just in time, you dodge an attack you wouldn't have seen otherwise. somehow, your finger slips, and you shoot without aim. and somehow, your aim was on-point — satoru's avatar falls to its knees once more, and satoru groans in defeat.

"why are you good at this?" satoru grumbles, jumping off his seat and strolling over to wear you sit with a cocky smile on your lips. he all but abandons his stream as he walks over and pokes you childishly. satoru watches you eliminate the last two users, and he scoffs at the emblem of victory that lights up your screen. he kisses you begrudgingly and mutters something about losing a bet, to which you kiss his nose affectionately.

"but really," satoru whines, plopping back down in his chair and swiveling it to face you. "how are you so good?! and shut up suguru," he snipes, leering at the chat. "i'm doing fine, she's just insane! and you too, inumaki. there's a reason all your fans are regulars on my stream! because you suck!" at that, you snicker, spinning around in your own chair and half-watching the chat blow up with more of his viewers' thoughts. 

inumaki: SHUT UP U JUST LOST TO A FIRST TIMER

megumi-fushiguro: real 

"oh, shut it, other-fushiguro," satoru scoffs, narrowing his eyes at the chatbox. "at least my hair doesn't look like how little kids draw grass."

you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle the laugh threatening to slip out, but when satoru turns and pouts at you, you can't help it. he's so petty and stubborn, but his eyes soften when he sees how big your smile is. and, not to your surprise, he matches your grin with one of his own. satoru draws a heart in the air with both his index fingers and scrunches up his nose at you, and your heart melts.

"you're so stupid," you mumble, watching him kick his feet like an antsy five year-old. satoru opens his arms in response, and no more than two seconds pass before you're nestled in his lap. he's wearing a light blue hoodie and white sweats, and nothing could make you more comfortable than that in the world. you turn your head and make eye contact with satoru's camera, and smile at the flood of comments on how cute you two look together.

yuuji-itadori: awww its kinda cute

suguru-geto: sooo down bad tbh

toji-fushiguro: you gotta be f*cking kidding me

satoru kisses the side of your face while glaring at the screen, and eventually he presses his lips to your ear and whispers, "wanna end the stream? there's too many people watching and i wanna keep you all to myself."

"hehe, let's do it!"

[vanillarosekiss]

Just a cute fluffy situation with you and Si… ‎♡

warnings: none?

“You keep looking at me like that, love,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, “and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Your heart raced slightly as Simon crossed the room, each step deliberate, his gaze locked onto yours. His gloved hand brushed against your cheek, rough but careful, before slipping down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. He was always Simon around you, but you would sometimes see parts of Ghost peek through his rigid exterior at times.

“Simon,” you breathed, but whatever you were going to say was lost when his lips claimed yours—fierce and unyielding. The world outside disappeared, leaving just the warmth of his body and the way he whispered your name like a promise between kisses to keep you company.

His hands roamed, steady but purposeful, mapping every curve like he was committing you to memory. Simon wasn’t a man of excess words, but his actions spoke volumes—the way his fingertips traced your spine, the way he pressed his forehead to yours between kisses, as though grounding himself in your presence. He found it difficult to push away the brutal thoughts of killing people when he wasn’t deployed, struggling to clear his mind.

“You’re the only thing that makes sense, you know that?” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. It was rare to hear him like this, but when he let the walls down, it was for you and only you.

You smiled, running your fingers through his short-cropped hair, feeling the tension melt from his shoulders under your touch. “I’m not going anywhere, Si,” you whispered gently. “You’ve got me. Always.”

I desperately need this man. Desperately.

[bynux]

"don't vote for Harris or you're supporting genocide" "voting blue is still voting for fascists" Then what else do you expect us to do?

Here are some options y'all seem to insist on and why they're fucking stupid:

Vote Third Party :: Until we have ranked-choice voting (and probably even if we did have ranked-choice voting), it is practically impossible to make a 3rd-party candidate viable. There's not enough of the population that's far enough from moderate to give up their "safe" blue vote for some "revolutionary."

Don't Vote At All :: I'd prefer to pick my enemy. If I'm going to be working in spite of the government, or even against it in some ways, I'd rather the people I'm working against not already be targeting me for being queer, for example. If my options are "bad" or "much, much worse" I'm gonna pick "bad" and try to improve things from there.

Violent Revolution :: It's a cosplay power fantasy in the same vein as the Right-wingers looking for a reason to shoot protesters. Assuming you even have enough people organized and enough firepower to pull that off in the first place…have you prepared a plan to keep the innocents alive and safe? Are you sure you can keep supply chains for food and medicines intact? Are you sure there will be resources available for the disabled, the scared, the young and old, those who won't be able to fight and still need to be taken care of? Turns out revolution is ugly and causes a lot of undue collateral damage. Are the lives "saved" really going to outweigh those whose lives will be upended and destroyed? It's not like a newly-toppled, unorganized country will be able to do anything about Israel/Gaza, so you're just hurting and killing far more people than you're saving.

As for the power you do have to better things (and make Leftism more viable as a political stance in the US)?

Work at the level of your local government. If you're in a small enough town or neighborhood and think you have what it takes, run for local office. Be a local face of the left wing; you're far more likely to sway a small town to your views than the whole country, and each small town with a socialist-leaning government is a dot on the map for larger-scale viability, and you can help keep your community safe while trying to build up in scale.

Build community so we can keep each other safe if worse does come to worst. Push mutual aid initiatives, help at food banks, grow produce to donate to those in need, apply to work at your local free clinic, empower local businesses whenever possible so that if there is a socioeconomic collapse, you and those you love aren't left completely without resources.

Protest, and make it disruptive. You can be disruptive without being violent: graffiti, blocking roads, encampments, sit-ins, to name a few examples. Create inconveniences so it gets people's attention whether they like it or not.

Above all, FUCKING VOTE BLUE. You're choosing your enemy. You get to help decide if the government we're working in spite of is run by milquetoast neoliberal war hawks who do, on some rare occasions, actually make things marginally better…or full-tilt Christo-fascists who want to kill some of us for kissing people with the same genitals as us. There aren't any other options that are going to be picked. It sucks, but at the bare minimum we can pick the option that isn't going to actively murder us while we try to build up viability for a candidate who won't sell out brown people to an ethnostate.

If you aren't doing at least one of the things above, then don't lecture me about how I keep myself and my community safe. I'd love to see a United States (or some future iteration of it) that acknowledges the sovereign rights of indigenous peoples, that doesn't fund genocide, that provides healthcare as a basic human right, that doesn't meddle in every other country's business. But if we are to see that, let alone help that happen, we need to survive this next presidential administration.

Edit: y'all have lost reblog privileges. If you wanna screenshot this and have stupid unnuanced opinions OFF of my post, be my guest. Just leave me tf alone.

[luveline]

jade if I’m not too late and requests are still open, can you write bombshell!reader and spence’s first kiss? secretly I think it would be funny if the team saw a hickey on her neck or something that she didn’t expect but oh how I love how soft she is for spence

ty for your request ♡ fem, 1.2k

"It's classic, comfortable anger-excitation," you say, hitting the flat of your ballpoint pen against your fingertip, a repetitive tap. "But his geographical profile is everywhere. No one place is untouched, but if he's as practised as we think he is, he'd kill away from home." 

"Then he's not practised, he's an expert," Hotch says in the seat beside you. "He knows to divert our attention." 

Your tapping increases. Spencer takes a few steps back and puts his hand over yours. You glance up at him. He mimes a deep breath for you to copy. You do it without complaint. 

You're so focused on being perfect that sometimes you forget to breathe. You're very good at being perfect, in Spencer's opinion, perfect hair, perfect face, perfect frenetic hands. And you're doubly perfect at whatever this is, smiling at him with an unquantifiable emotion in what's probably the prettiest set of eyes on planet Earth. 

Spencer puts your pen on your notebook and goes back to his board. The locations of each murder are tacked into a map. You weren't kidding when you said everywhere. 

You're in one of the poorest places in America, and the police station reflects that. There's no conference room for you guys to work undisturbed, and the beat cops and deputy alike can hear and see everything you're doing. Most have the manners to leave you alone, but you're you; you tend to draw attention. 

You've taken up the pen again, clicking and unclicking incessantly. It's an annoying sound but you're not aware that you're doing it, too determined on cracking the case before anything worse happens. Your team knows to ignore you, or even to disarm you. Emily snags the pen from your hand with a friendly laugh. "Jesus, you're tightly wound today." 

"Mm," you murmur, struggling to pull yourself from your notes. A few more seconds and you look up with a blinding smile, "That's because Spencer skimped on my neck massage last night." 

"Come on, pretty boy," Morgan says, though his heart isn't truly in it, "I thought you knew better." 

Spencer shakes his head. You and Spencer had very separate hotel rooms and no sensual touching occurred, but he loves how happy this running joke makes you, so he stays quiet. 

"He knows everything," you say, backtracking, "That's why he's gonna make me a cup of coffee. He knows exactly how I like it." 

He leaves to make you a cup of coffee, but he was heading that way anyway for his own. He's thinking to himself that coffee is a bad idea and that he wishes he was better at saying no to you when you follow him in, your arms already open as you close the two or three steps to his chest and hug him over the shoulders. 

"You didn't say anything when you left," you worry, your embrace overwhelming, sweet and soft and with a loving squeeze to round it off. "I wasn't being bossy, was I?" 

You can be, but not this time. "Shut up, you know I'll make you a cup of coffee whenever you want it." 

"That so?" you ask. 

There's an excess energy you haven't managed to kick today racing through you. He can see the restlessness in your smile, no matter how glitzy. 

"Are you okay?" he asks. 

Spencer's poorly kept secret is that he's obsessed with you. You dote on him, you tease him, you torture him, but Spencer wants all of it and more. He likes being the centre of your attention, loves how your fond flirtation has changed to plain affection, and he would do anything you asked him to if it meant you were gonna kiss his cheek at the end. He thinks you're beautiful and electric and a thousand yards out of his league, and he thinks you're the nicest woman they ever made under all your bravado because not once have you encouraged that line of thought —you like him for him. You don't want him to change. You don't need anything from him he can't give to you. 

His simple question transforms you, your glossy lips perking immediately into a smile. "Why wouldn't I be okay?" 

"You seem tense. I've never given a massage before, but I can actually try," he offers. 

Your hand cups his cheek, your voice aglow with a saccharine quality, "You're lovely, that's why. Maybe I'll take you up on it later–" 

"It's not like–" 

You'd been attempting a sweet thank you, and Spencer was brushing it off, but somewhere in the middle of it you'd gone up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Spencer —idiot, uncoordinated, inexperienced, is going to hate himself later Spencer— turned away from your touch to argue with you, directing your lips against his. 

Soft, sticky, pretty lips pressed to his. 

You set back on your heels quickly. Your eyes are wide, beautiful but flared in shock, a sheepishness tugging your brows together as you say, "I'm so sorry." 

"It's my fault," he says quickly, braceleting your wrist in his hand, "I'm sorry–" 

You both lean back in for a second kiss at the same time. Spencer's head angled down and your chin tipped ever so slightly upward, you close your eyes as he closes his, completely silent. It's not often you're quiet. Spencer doesn't mean to, but he kisses too hard, too much, forcing your hand from his cheek as he grabs you either side of the head to keep you in his reach. 

Your breath comes out in a huff that lights his nerve endings on fire, the barest hint of your voice tacked to it like a sigh of relief, like you're taking the edge off in the circle of his arms. Spencer's hand slides behind your head to hook you in, your lips parting at the seam from the pressure. You feel the heat of him and respond with vigour, your hand a nagging demand at the small of his back, pulling him closer, closer, as his other hand trails down your arm. 

Your elbow bumps the coffee mugs, it really is his fault, and you spring away from him like you think you've been caught. Smiling, a kid with her hand in the cookie jar, you throw your gaze around the room to check you're still alone before stepping forward to laugh against his mouth. 

That's a good sound. A great reaction. You have more patience than Spencer, dotting kisses thick with lip gloss up into his top lip, your mouth just open enough for him to feel faint. 

"It was really an accident," he says between shorter, kinder kisses. 

"I know," you murmur, words smushed. You steal a last rather frantic one before you stop, breathing funny, hands smoothing down the hair you'd mussed initially with sorry tenderness. "Was that okay?" 

He puts his hand on your hip, refusing to gratify what feels like a silly question with a response when you can't not know he's been wanting to kiss you for weeks. Maybe months. "Are you sure you're fine?" 

You smile at him like you know something he doesn't. "I'm sure, Spence. I think I just needed to do that." 

[snickerdoodlesart]

Kiss Me Kill Me Map is going great if any of you guys were wondering

[artificer-real]

do you ever think about artihunter and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[myownwholewildworld]

faber est suae quisque fortunae (a "per aspera ad astra" drabble)

main masterlist | series masterlist | read on ao3 pairing: marcus acacius x emperor's daughter!reader. summary: marcus would die for you. literally. a/n: this is a drabble from a whole story i didn't think i'd write into a fic but maybe i should?? idk c': comments, likes and reblogs are really appreciated! <3 warnings: kissing, an unhealthy dose of angst. that's it really. w/c: 579 (a baby)

“You shouldn’t be here, Carissima (dearest),” Marcus’ coarse voice was just but an inaudible whisper, his dry, chipped lips moving against yours.

His warm, wounded hands cradled your face, his thumbs swiping the salty tears falling from your tired, reddened eyes. A sob tore through your throat, unable to control the fountain of mixed feelings boiling inside you, giving way to desperation.

You were certain you were about to lose him. The man who had stood by your side through thick and thin in the last few months; the only shoulder you had allowed yourself to cry on. The rock who had kept you afloat since the death of your husband, no matter how treacherous the ocean of your emotions was. Marcus had been the only true constant for the past year of your life; the only person you could rely on and bring you comfort. The only one you would trust.

And because of that, because of his loyalty and devotion to you, he was going to die a traitor. Long forgotten were his sacrifices for the Roman Empire — his whole life committed to serving Rome, his own son slaughtered to quench the thirst of Rome. None of it had mattered.

Your father, Emperor Traianus, would have his head before he could have your hand. In your father’s eyes, Marcus had betrayed his trust, having been accused of treason. Traianus had even ventured to say Marcus had killed your late husband so he could have you. Nonsense, for you knew the truth.

You nuzzled your cheek against the palm of his calloused hand and kissed the rough skin, hugging him tighter. Only leaned back slightly to study his handsome, beaten face. A split eyebrow, a bloodstain on the white of his left eye, a broken bottom lip — your fingertips traced the map of his skin, guilt engulfing you.

“I’m so sorry, Marcus. Had I known this was how it all would unfold—” your throat clamped, your lungs exhaling all air within them in a painful wail.

“I would have done nothing different, my lady. Nothing,” he emphasized, his fingers cupping your chin to tilt your head up. “I made my choice and made my peace with it too. None of this is your fault.”

Tears sprung again to your eyes as Marcus leaned forward to press a heartfelt kiss to your forehead, his soothing touch lingering for a few seconds before he kissed the tip of your nose, then your cheeks — leaving a love trail on your skin down to your trembling lips. His mouth ghosted over yours before he pecked your bottom lip asking for permission.

Sinking your fingers in the nape of his neck, you kissed him as if your life depended on it — perhaps because it did. You sought his tongue, his sweet taste soon flooding your senses. He tasted of longing, of love, of missed opportunities, of goodbye.

But not of regret. Never of regret.

“Tomorrow I’ll die, however I won’t be giving my life for Rome but for you. There’s no better death than that. Rome has taken enough from me, won’t take my last dying breath too,” Marcus muttered, his lips pressed against your ear. “My last breath is only yours.”

Bowing your head down, you buried your tear-ridden face in the filthy tunic covering his chest.

How badly you wished it wasn’t true. But it would be, because you both had been the artisans of your own fortune.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

❝ 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ❞

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬, my eyes pleading. “We can’t do this,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Nathan is your best friend, and my brother. He’ll hate you.”

Chris’ hands were on my hips, our bodies so close together. He could feel the heat radiating off of them. “He doesn’t have to know,” he said, his hands gripping tighter.

Chris pushed me backwards, gently guiding me down onto the bed. He leaned over me, his body hovering above mine, his breath hot against my skin. “It’ll be our secret,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky. “Our dirty little secret.”

His hands trailed down my sides, his touch sending shivers through my body. “No one has to know,” he said, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Just us.” His body pressed against mine, his weight pinning me down to the bed.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, beating in time with mine. “This is wrong,” I gasped, my head spinning with the feel of him so close. “But it feels so good.”

Chris chuckled, his lips trailing down my collarbone. “Then why stop?”

I groaned, my head falling back against the mattress as his mouth moved along my neck. “But…you’re my brother’s best friend,” I protested weakly, trying to fight the sparks of pleasure his touch was igniting in me. “He’d kill you if he ever found out.”

Chris’ hands paused for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Do you really care about that right now though?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

A moan escaped my lips as his tongue traced a path along my collarbone, sending another wave of desire crashing over me. “No,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. “I don’t care right now, because I’ve wanted this for so long. Ever since my eyes first laid on you.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smile against my skin. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hands slipping under my top, his thumbs skimming along the bare skin of my stomach. “And here I thought you didn’t pay any attention to me.”

“I notice everything about you,” I admitted, arching into his touch as his hands continued to explore my body. “You don’t know how hard it’s been, pretending I don’t want you.”

Chris lifted his head from my neck, his eyes dark with desire. “Then stop pretending.” He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, leaving me bare before him. His eyes raked over my body, his gaze hungry and possessive.

My hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him hungrily. My body arched against his as our mouths moved together, all the years of pent-up desire finally unleashed. His hands roamed my skin, his touch both tender and possessive, claiming me as his own.

His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss both a claim and a promise. His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing patterns along my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My mind was a maelstrom of sensation - the feel of his body against mine, his hands on my skin, his mouth on mine. This was everything I'd ever wanted.

I hooked a leg around his waist, urging him closer, needing to feel all of him. He groaned into my mouth, pressing me further into the bed, his body molding to mine like it was made for it. This was more than I could have ever hoped for.

Our bodies moved together, the heat between us intensifying with every touch, every kiss. I couldn't get enough of him - the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he made me feel. This was ecstasy, this was bliss, this was everything I'd been missing.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips moving along my jawline to my neck. He trailed a path of hot kisses down my throat, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. His hands slid down my body, mapping out each contour, every curve, as if committing them to memory.

His fingers hooked into the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I lifted my arms, helping him remove the barrier between us. His hands returned to my waist, his touch sending shivers through me. He looked into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and reverence

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. He leaned down, his lips finding mine again. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. His hands roamed over my bare skin, tracing patterns that set my nerves on fire.

I moaned against his mouth, my own hands clutching at his shoulders. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my skin as he trailed his lips down my body. His fingers found the button of my jeans, slowly popping it open. He looked up at me, a question in his eyes.

I nodded, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. He slid my zipper down, his knuckles brushing against my skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of both my jeans and underwear, pulling them down in one fluid motion.

I lifted my hips, helping him remove the last of my clothing. He stood up, his eyes roaming over my bare form. He reached for his own shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned chest. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it slowly as he looked at me.

I sat up, my hair falling around my shoulders. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his abs as I helped him remove his belt. Together, we unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. He stepped out of them, now as bare as I was.

I stood up, my legs slightly shaky with desire. I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the bed. He fell back against the mattress, his hair splayed out on the pillow. I crawled over him, straddling his hips.

I leaned down, my lips finding his jaw, then his neck, leaving a trail of kisses. I nipped at his collarbone, marking him possessively. He gasped, his hips bucking up against mine. I continued down to his chest, my teeth and lips leaving red marks on his skin.

He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. His hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. “Y/N,” he groaned, my name a plea on his lips.

I sat up, grinding against him slowly. His eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his throat. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him deeply. His hands came up to my hips, gripping them tightly.

I pulled back, my teeth sinking into his lower lip. He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips, trying to pull me back down for a kiss. But I evaded him, my mouth moving to his jaw, then his neck. “You like that?” I whispered, my voice sultry.

“God, yes,” he hissed, his body tensing beneath mine. I continued, my lips, teeth, and tongue leaving marks all over his chest. I whispered filthy words in his ear, telling him what I wanted to do to him.

His breathing grew harsher, his control unraveling.“Y/N, please,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse with need. I smiled against his skin, loving the effect I had on him. I moved back up to his face, my eyes locked onto his. “What do you want?”

His eyes locked onto mine, desperation and longing etched on his face. “I want you to stop teasing me and just fuck me already,” he growled, his hands squeezing my hips painfully. I grinned, a wicked idea forming in my mind. “Not yet.”

I began to grind against him, my wet heat sliding along his length. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. I set a torturous pace, denying him the friction he craved. His hips jerked up, seeking more contact.

“Y/N, please!” he groaned, his voice strained. He was so close to the edge, and I was reveling in the power I had over him. I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear. “Not until you beg for it nicely.”

I stopped moving, eliciting a strangled sound from him. I looked down at him, my hand sliding down between our bodies. I wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him. He let out a low moan, his body tensing. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his.

I captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him fully. I stroked him faster, my thumb swirling around the tip. He thrust into my hand, his control slipping. I pulled back from the kiss, my eyes dark with desire.

I trailed kisses down his neck to his Adam's apple, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips. I continued downward, placing soft kisses on his chest and abs. I settled between his legs, my breath ghosting over his length. He shuddered, his hands fisting in the sheets.

I licked a slow stripe up his shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. I swirled my tongue around the tip, dipping into the slit. He groaned, his hips twitching. I took him into my mouth, just the tip at first, sucking gently.

His breathing grew heavier, his hands finding my hair and tangling in the strands. I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in a slow rhythm. I could feel him getting close, his body tensing. I pulled back, my hands replacing my mouth.

I wrapped my lips back around his length, taking him deep into my throat. I sucked hard, my hands stroking his shaft in time with my mouth. He cried out, his back arching off the bed. I focused on his tip, sucking it hard as I continued to stroke him.

I felt the pulse of his veins against my tongue as I took him deep. I ran my tongue along those veins as I pulled back, committing every contour of him to memory. His body shook beneath me, his control fraying. “Y/N” he choked out, his voice a warning.

I licked my lips as I looked up at him, savoring the taste of him. I crawled up his body, straddling his hips. I captured his lips in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing his essence with him. He groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips.

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short pants. I reached between us, guiding his still-hard length to my entrance. I sank down onto him, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He threw his head back, a loud groan filling the room as I settled onto him fully.

“Nathan isn't home, right?” I panted, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rose and fell on his lap. Chris shook his head, his eyes locked onto mine. “No, he won't be back for another two hours.”

A wave of relief washed over me, followed by a surge of desire. I rode him harder, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the room. Chris's hands gripped my hips, holding me down as he thrust up to meet me. I leaned forward, my breasts bouncing with each movement.

“Chris!” I moaned loudly, his thrusts hitting me just right. He grunted, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with our labored breaths and moans. I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs.

“Sit up,” I panted, my body tensing as he nailed that sweet spot. He sat up, his hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts. He took one peak into his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, my head falling back.

“Chris...” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair. He growled against my chest, his hands gripping my backside possessively. He stood, wrapping my legs around his waist. He spun us around and planted me on the edge of my desk, his hips pistoning between my thighs.

Papers fluttered to the floor as the desk shook with the force of his movements. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. “Harder, Harder!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the room. He complied, his hips slamming into mine with a punishing rhythm.

His face was contorted in concentration, his arms braced on either side of me. I could feel the desk hitting the wall with each powerful thrust, the sound mingling with our labored breathing and the slick sounds of our joined bodies. I locked my ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer.

He reached down, his fingers finding my clit. I screamed, my vision blurring as he hit that spot inside me that made my whole world spin. “Fuck, Chris! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he pounded into me. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, his muffled grunts spurring me on.

His pace was relentless, his body slapping against mine. I could feel every inch of him, my body stretching to accommodate his thick length. “Oh God, Chris!” I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He growled against my neck, his pace quickening.”

His body slid against mine, our sweat mingling. The scent of our passion filled the air, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing loudly. I could feel him swelling inside me, his body tensing. I leaned back, my body arching as he hit that magical spot over and over again.

“You like that?” he grunted, his voice strained. “Answer me.” I nodded, my words lodged in my throat. “Words, baby,” he panted, his hips snapping forward. “Y-Yes,” I stammered. “I love it.”

His hands moved to my hips, gripping them tightly as he changed his angle. He hit that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I screamed his name. He smirked against my neck, doing it again and again until I was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. “I can feel you squeezing me like a vice.” He punctuated his words with powerful thrusts, his body slamming into mine. I could feel him getting closer, his movements becoming erratic.

He suddenly picked me up off the desk, my back slamming against the wall. He lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his elbow as he continued to pound into me. The change in angle allowed him to hit even deeper, and I let out a piercing scream as he fucked me against the wall.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he grunted, his eyes flicking down to where our bodies were joined. “Look at how well you take me, baby.” He thrust forward, filling me completely. I let out a shuddered breath, my body quivering as he picked up his pace.

My head thrashed against the wall as he drove into me. I could feel the coolness of the wall against my back, contrasting with the heat of his body against my front. His face was contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed as he concentrated on his movements.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, his voice low. “Play with your peaking peaks.” I hesitantly brought my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them gently. He growled in approval, his pace quickening as he watched me play with myself. “That's it, baby. You look so beautiful.”

“Chris... please...” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Please what, baby?” he taunted, his voice low. “Please what?” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, each one pushing me closer to the edge.

“Please… cum inside me…” I gasped out, my hands tightening on my breasts. He groaned deeply, his head tilting back as he listened to my plea. “You want me to cum inside you, baby? You want to feel me spill inside your warmth?”

His hand shot out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Look at me when I give you what you want,” he grunted, his pace becoming punishing. His hips snapped forward, his body slamming against mine.

“That's it, baby, take it all,” he hissed, his eyes locked onto mine. “You're going to milk me dry, aren't you?” I whimpered in affirmation, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His grip on my chin tightened as he fucked me harder, his body shaking with the effort. He was so close, and I could feel it building inside me, the pressure of his release.

Suddenly, I heard Nathan's voice from outside the door. “Y/N?” He sounded concerned. Chris smirked wickedly, his hips snapping forward even harder. “Go ahead, answer him,” he taunted, his voice low.

“Nathan?” I whispered-shouted, my voice breathy. “I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later?” Chris's grin widened as he continued to pound into me, his movements growing faster and more forceful.

“Yeah, but the store wasn't as busy today so I got what I needed faster,” Nathan called back, his voice muffled through the door. “Why's your door locked” He jiggled the doorknob, testing to see if it was indeed locked.

Chris's hands tightened on my waist as he drove deeper into me, making it harder for me to speak clearly. “I-I just got out of the shower,” I stammered. “I'm changing.” Chris's grin turned mischievous as he mouthed,

“That’s a lie,” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. He picked up his pace, his hips moving in a rapid, hypnotic rhythm that stole my breath away. “Chris...” I hissed, my voice low, “Nathan's right outside the door.”

“Oh, okay,” Nathan called back, satisfied with my explanation. But then, pausing before leaving, “Also, have you seen Chris? He was here before I left.” Nathan called back, pausing before leaving. “He actually just got picked up by Matt.”

I lied, my voice strained. I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan as Chris continued his relentless pace. “He'll be back later though.” Chris chuckled lowly.

‘Another lie’ I thought to myself, my mind hazy with pleasure. Chris was right there in the same room as me, pounding into me and rearranging my guts, and I'd just told Nathan he was with Matt, when in reality he was never even gone.

I snapped back to reality when Chris gently turned me around, picking me up and moving me to the bed. He laid me face-down into the comforter, my cheek sinking into the soft fabric as he continued to thrust into me from behind.

“Stay quiet, baby,” Chris murmured, his voice low and commanding. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he increased his pace, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. The bed creaked softly beneath us, the only other sound in the room besides our heavy breathing.

I bit down hard on the comforter, muffling any sounds that threatened to escape. My fingers clenched in the fabric as Chris's thrusts grew more intense, hitting that special spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Chris's hands slid up my back, gently but firmly grasping my wrists. He pulled my arms behind me, holding them securely against my lower back as he continued his relentless pace. The position arched my back, allowing him to sink even deeper.

I could only whimper into the bedding, my face buried in the comforter. Chris's hold on my wrists tightened as his movements grew more urgent. The room spun around me, and all I could focus on was the heat and pressure of his body against mine. “Chris...”

“Shh, I know baby. Just feel it,” Chris breathed, his voice husky with desire. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he nuzzled into my neck. His hips never stopped their steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

After a few minutes of pounding into me from behind, Chris carefully pulled out and turned me around. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, spreading my thighs wide as he positioned himself between them.

His blue eyes locked onto mine as he slowly pushed back into me. The new angle allowed him to slide even deeper than before, filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “Chris... please...” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Shh, I've got you,” Chris replied, his voice soft and soothing.

He began to move, his hips rocking slowly between my thighs. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. His eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with love and desire. “Look at me, baby.”

I locked my eyes onto his, my breath hitching in my chest as he continued to love me slowly. The intimacy of his gaze was almost too much to bear, and I felt tears prick my eyes.

Chris leaned down, his chest pressing against mine as he nestled his face into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him close as my arms encircled his back. The new position brought us even closer, our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Chris groaned against my neck, the sound muffled as my fingers dug into his back. My nails raked over his skin, leaving red crescent marks in their wake. “Harder, baby,” he encouraged, his voice low and gruff. “Mark me as yours.”

I tightened my legs around him, pulling him impossibly deeper as I scored my nails down his back. Chris hissed in pleasure, his hips snapping forward more urgently. The new friction had me seeing stars, my walls fluttering around him. “Yes, just like that,”

My fingers found their way into his hair, gripping the silky locks tightly as my breath grew shallow. “Chris... I'm... I'm so close,” I panted, my voice barely a whisper. He growled low in his throat, his pace quickening as he buried his face in my neck.

Chris kissed a trail up my neck and jaw, his lips searing against my skin. My hands roamed over his head, guiding his lips back to mine as I sought out his tongue. Our kiss was deep and desperate, a tangle of tongues and teeth as we both neared the edge.

Our movements became frantic, our bodies tensing as we climbed higher and higher. With a final thrust, Chris buried himself deep inside me, and we both shattered. I cried out against his mouth, my nails digging into his scalp as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Chris broke the kiss, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he panted heavily. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. I held him close, my arms trembling as I fought to catch my breath.

Chris pulled out of me, laying down beside me before propping himself up on one arm to look down at me. His hair was messy, his eyes still glazed with lust, and his skin was flushed. “This,” he said, his voice low and husky, “will be our dirty little secret.”

I nodded, my lips curving into a small smile as Chris traced his thumb along my lower lip. I took a moment to admire him - his messy hair falling into his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through me.

Chris grinned, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're staring,” he teased, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I blushed, my eyes flicking downwards shyly.

He gently grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to his. His eyes met mine, then drifted to my lips, before coming back up to my eyes. He repeated the action, his touch gentle as he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “So beautiful,”

Chris leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was a stark contrast to the passionate kisses from before, but no less intense. His lips moved against mine slowly, savoring the moment.

As we kissed, I found myself lost in the moment. I never thought it would come down to this - Chris, with me, like this. But here we were, wrapped up in each other's arms, and I couldn't bring myself to care about the what-ifs or the maybes.

Chris broke the kiss, flopping back onto the pillow with a content sigh. He pulled me with him, arranging me so that I was laying on his bare chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as his fingers idly traced patterns on my back.

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[novaursa]

hello !! i hope ur doing amazing and i wanted to say how much i rlly enjoy reading ur work like its always amazing and just MWAH chef’s kiss fr fr !!

do you think you can do a short writing for either aemond or aegon and how they betray their mother and grandsire for the reader <3 ! sorry if it’s not detailed this is my first time requesting 😔💕

oh and if u can’t i completely understand bookie !!

Broken by War

- Summary: When his mother and grandsire declare you a threat to be rid off, Aemond betrays his family for you.

- Paring: niece!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Note: The reader is the daughter of Rhaenyra and is bonded with Vermithor.

- Rating: Mature 16+ (just to be safe)

- Next Part: 2

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

The pressure in the small council chamber was stifling, every member seated at the long, dark table focused on the map sprawled before them. A heavy silence blanketed the room as Dowager Queen Alicent’s voice echoed through the stone walls, calm but insistent.

"We must strike at Rook’s Rest," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "Vermithor is a threat that grows with each passing day. We cannot allow her to roam free."

Otto Hightower, standing at her side, nodded in agreement. "Rhaenyra has grown too bold. Your niece wields too much power with that dragon. Vermithor must be neutralized, Aemond. Only Vhagar has the strength to bring the beast down, and only you have the will to do what must be done."

Aemond sat at the far end of the table, silent until now, his one violet eye fixated on the map. His jaw clenched as the voices of his mother and grandfather droned on, discussing tactics to trap her. You. The only person he had loved, the one who haunted his dreams and memories of youth. 

The very mention of your name, though unsaid, sent a ripple of heat through his chest. His gaze shifted from the map to Alicent, then to Otto, as they spoke of you and Vermithor as mere obstacles—just another enemy to be destroyed. 

But you were not a mere enemy. You were his niece, the daughter of Rhaenyra, and the girl who had once shared moments of innocent laughter with him. Before the war, before the bloodshed, before the divide of loyalties had driven them to opposite sides of this cursed Dance. How could they expect him to harm you?

A sharp crack split the air. The sound of his fists slamming against the table reverberated through the chamber, startling everyone into silence. Alicent and Otto turned, eyes wide, as Aemond rose from his seat, his face a mask of anger and resolve.

“I will not harm her.” His voice was low, dangerous, shaking with barely contained fury. “I will not harm my niece.”

“Aemond,” Alicent said softly, her brow furrowing as she reached out a hand as if to calm him. “She is a threat. You must understand—”

“No,” Aemond snapped, cutting her off. His gaze burned as he turned on them. “You expect me to kill her? To kill the one person I have loved since we were children? Vermithor is no more a threat than Vhagar is. And Y/N—she is not the enemy you make her out to be.”

Otto’s face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “She rides a dragon that is an old menace. Rhaenyra and her supporters will stop at nothing to see the end of this war, even if it means your death. You know this, Aemond. Only you can put an end to this before she burns the realm to ash.”

Aemond’s gaze flicked back to the map, the cold stone beneath his hands, and then to the faces of those who had shaped his life, who had molded him into a weapon. But not for this. Not against you. His chest heaved with barely contained emotion as the weight of everything pressed down on him—his duty, his family, his love for you.

Slowly, he shook his head, his voice low but firm. “No. I will not do it.”

“Aemond,” Alicent’s voice sharpened, desperation edging into it. “Where are you going?”

Aemond had already turned, his long coat sweeping the floor as he strode toward the door, each step heavy with purpose. He didn’t look back as he answered, the words cutting through the air like a blade. “I am going to Dragonstone. I will kneel before Y/N and Rhaenyra. I will beg for their forgiveness. For everything. For Lucerys.”

There was a stunned silence in the room as the weight of his words settled. Otto’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp as steel. “They will kill you the moment you set foot on Dragonstone, Aemond.”

Aemond paused at the door, his hand on the cold iron handle, and turned to face them. His eye gleamed with a fierceness that made Alicent flinch. “Then let them. I would rather die at her hand than live knowing I betrayed her.”

He left without another word, his footsteps echoing through the stone corridors, each one bringing him closer to you and the fate he had chosen. The weight of his family’s expectations, of the crown’s demands, fell away with each step. In its place, only one thing remained—his love for you and the need to right the wrongs that had torn them apart.

As he mounted Vhagar, he knew there was no turning back. His path was set, and for once, it was a path he chose for himself.

[stormystarlight]

my part for @pansear-doodles' kiss me (kill me) map!