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comorbidlyincapacitated · 10 months ago
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Paco Rabanne by Thierry Le Gouès. 1998
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Merlin: Season 1
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s-pyder · 3 months ago
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🕷️Vorstellung🕷️
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leafussss · 5 months ago
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Your beautiful.
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janicekao · 3 months ago
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May
The Gods Allow It
Pairing: King Aegon II x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Based off of the series "House Of The Dragon." During a day of sitting on the irone throne and listening to the requests of the people of King's Landing, the young King Aegon sits through it clearly bored and unamused until he lays eyes on a beautiful woman who he has never seen before... A girl who is the daughter of King's Landing’s finest Blacksmith, Lady Tabitha Atkins. Warnings: mideival fantasy, time piece, rough s3x, d0m&femsub, vi0lence, smut, v1rginity taking, mentions of !ncest, fan fiction, br33ding k1nk, praise k1nk, etc. 9438 words I also recommend viewing the story in Wattpad where I was able to use 20 photos in the story instead of tumblr's 10. Wattpad link:
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Our bodies glisten with sweat as I throb inside of her tightening cunt, so very deep in her core that my swollen cockhead brushes against her cervix each time she bucks.
She loves it.
Voice whiny and full of sweet whimpers as she reaches for her climax, biting her bottom lip, and infatuated with how full she feels as she impales her cunny on my every inch.
I've lost count of the days since she's been here, and I have no hopes of her ever leaving.
Tabitha Atkins of King's Landing, daughter of Sir Joseph Atkins, the town's finest Blacksmith.
The absolute love of my life.
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A far cry from a year ago or so, I sat the iron throne listening to all of King's Landing who came to their King with requests. My people were starving, poor, and in need of help. Families complained of starvation, farmers wished to be paid for their livestock that are eaten by our dragons, and the Blacksmith wanted payment for the many swords he slaved over hot fires to make my knights gear and weapons for war.
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I honestly couldn't have cared less.
An elder half sibling of mine believes that she is the rightful heir to the iron throne, and because of this... War is now upon us.
I sat there that day lying to the faces of my people.
"You will be reimbursed for all that you have contributed for the sake of the crown." I yawned nonchalantly. "I, as King Aegon Targaryen II of all the seven kingdoms promise to take care of King's Landing first, after our victory in the Battle of Throne."
I knew it wasn't true, but I still said it. I am the King of Westeros, I'll forever take what is needed to protect my rights to the throne regardless of who may be affected in the long run. My dragons will be fed, and my men will be prepared for battle if any means necessary... The crown always comes first.
My dishonesty to the faces of the loyal people of King's Landing became easier said than done when the face of the Blacksmith, Joseph Atkins came along with the presence of an angel...
I lost focus. I wasn't able to lie any further, at least not to him and his company.
Each time this Blacksmith visits the throne with requests, he is covered in soot from working tirelessly near the scorching flames that burn and shape his metal... That day, the girl beside him was covered in it as well. Clearly a relative and I needed to know more about her.
Who was the girl with the shimmering brown flesh, long legged with full lips, and a breathtaking scowl?
I needed to know.
Sir Joseph Atkins began to speak about the reimbursement he required for the perfectly crafted steel he had produced for the crown's army.
I interrupted him without a single care of the words escaping his tongue. "Who is she?"
"Her?" He asked as I nodded with haste.
The gentleman stood with a proud chest. "May I present to you Your Grace, my daughter. Tabitha Atkins of King's Landing. My greatest gift from the Gods, and my trusty assistant in the Steel shop."
"Tabitha."I repeated the name with a wide smile as the word melted from my mouth like delicious cream... Gods, what a sight to see. The Hall quaked with gasps as I stood from my very own throne and bowed lightly to the tawny princess that needed to be mine.
An enchanting furrow in the brow from the nerves that fell upon her, clearly afraid of me, being that I am the King. She had obvious ill thoughts about me and my character... However gracefully, she bowed in return anyway.
It was unfair the way that she was making me feel. How much she made me come out of my usual corrupt comfort; I became determined to make her feel it too. I wanted her to be just infatuated with me as I suddenly was with her.
"The King's hand will prepare your payment, Sir Atkins." I immediately gave way to anything that would make Tabitha happy. If it was to pay her father for his labor, then so it be. "The crown appreciates your loyalty and skill."
A smile and a breath of fresh air released from the man. "Thank you my King!"
"—Under one circumstance." I interrupted. "Leave here Lady Tabitha. I'd like to familiarize myself with other youth of King's Landing... I am the King, as well as a young man."
Man to man, Sir Atkins knew exactly what I wanted with his daughter. He froze with an uneasy scowl, knowing good and well that if he left his child here with me, she'd be spent across my cock by nightfall.
But I had no plans to harm her. I gave my word. "Just for a small gathering. Lady Tabitha will be well taken care of here at the Red Keep. She will be returned, unharmed."
The elderly gentleman turned to his daughter. He waited for her permission even if it meant that denying me of her could have caused him his own head. Proud, and brave, Tabitha nodded in agreement. She wanted no issues with the crown... eager to do very much anything if it meant the safety and dignity of her family.
That evening for supper, an extremely long table divided us. Tabitha at the end, and I at the head of the dining table. The chambermaids had turned her prettier than a portrait, yet she still sat unhappy.
"Your Grace, you promised a gathering." She hesitated. "However, it is only you and I dining together."
Clearly I withheld the full truth... But why else would I had invited others when it was only her who captivated my attention, my entire being.
"The servants do not count?" Gently, I teased and waited for a laugh that never came.
"No, your Grace." Tabitha cleared her throat and frowned. "They do not."
I began to grow tired of her attitude. It was clear that she was not keen of her King and that she did not plan to make this evening any less difficult.
Being a considerably spoiled young man, it fumed me how bad I wanted her to accept me. As the King, I could do with her as I pleased. If I wanted to, I didn't need to wait a second more for her to embrace me, I could have taken her however I wanted.
Her dress enticed me. The chambermaids had dressed her in a low neckline and in my favorite shades... Colors that danced across her dark skin like velvet.
Although I smiled, my thoughts grew more wicked each second.
So used to women and whores falling at my feet and being far less difficult, my mind turned into impatient mush. My cock ached to be taken out of its confinements. I imagined masturbating over her until I could watch my seed drip down her face, breasts, and dinner plate.
... But instead, I sighed and kept my cuth. "Tell me about yourself." I insisted on conversation.
She paused.
"I am the daughter of a Blacksmith." Uninterested with where this could take us, Tabitha sighed as she began. "I take pride in taking care of my family, my community, and especially my younger siblings."
"How lovely!—" I went on to sweetly boast about her caring nature when I became rudely interrupted.
Tabitha continued abruptly. "—These are the very same people who starve daily as your loyal peasants. Yet, we still fill our every day catering to the likes of you, Your Grace. Giving our everything to the crown when we can hardly fill our own bellies. Livestock that our people raise big and strong for years just to be swallowed whole by your God awful dragons when that meat could be salted and last man an entire year of keeping King's Landing fed and surviving."
"People, children are sick and dying!" Tabitha shouted. "Eating fish from the surrounding waters for their every course because it is the only thing that is plentiful around here! Well, I can assure you one thing Sir... Guts from a fish is far from the daily nourishment that YOUR people need to survive..." That is what I can say about myself, Your Grace. I am your subject, not your friend."
"WINE." She demanded and the servants fetched it quickly.
She began to feed like a swine piglet. Gulping down rich wine and licking the bones of her lamb chops clean.
She was hungry, and she hated me.
The disrespect was unfathomable. I began to flame red, never had ever been spoken to in such way in my entire life. I couldn't tell in the very moment if I wanted to kill her, or fuck her senseless.
But what I did know is that I couldn't say my piece from far across the table.
I rose to my feet and the servants began to gasp. I shouted for their dismissal and Tabitha tensed when we became very alone in the dining hall.
She was the naughtiest thing I'd ever laid eyes on and I couldn't wait to take a bite.
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Sitting in a guest chair an inch away from her, I could smell Tabitha's fear. But if you were to look at her grimace... you'd have not an idea that she was afraid. I was pissed, but Gods... If she wasn't fit for a Queen, I wouldn't know who else could be.
"I welcome you to the Red Keep as an honorary guest, and you sit before me spitefully accusing me of things that are far over your head, Lady Atkins do you have a death wish?" I bit through my teeth as my face inched closely towards hers.
"I am honest." She gulped.
"And honesty will get you killed." I snapped.
My eyes enjoyed being able to watch her so closely.
"Look at you, complaining of being starved with not an inch of extra room in this dress!" I taunted her as I pinched at her deliciously full thighs.
Tabitha squealed at my touch, she swatted my hand as tears swole in her eyes. "I was forced here!"
"Forced?" I sarcastically chuckled. "Ah yes because you seem to be so mistreated with wine dripping down your lips that is more expensive than you are."
Her jaw ticked with rage. "I don't have a price, I cannot be bought. I am not a whore.
"I never expected you to be." I frowned, aggravated at her lack of eye contact as my fingers graced her chin and turned her gaze back to me.
"Your chamber maidens bathed me." Her voice became weak. She was embarrassed that I had called on her in front of her father, in front of all of King's Landing.
I loved how she stared at me for answers... Tabitha's large brown eyes swallowed me up as her tears continued to swell. "They styled my hair, forced me into expensive garments, and shaved my cunt bare."
A chill down my spine made me shudder at the thought of her being so soft and silky beneath her dress.
"I am here to be your whore, am I not?" She asked impatiently.
"No." I refused. "Not my whore, but you are here to be mine, yes. To be my whore I would've bedded you by now, without a care of getting to know you. When I met you today I became captivated by you, I want you to feel the same."
She immediately rolled her eyes with a rude ill-mannered scoff.
"Play immature games if you want to, Tabitha... But never in your life have you come to the iron throne with your father." I dug further into her true intentions as her chest rose and fell in anticipation. "Now what made you come this morning on the day of requests, hm? Answer me!Is it because you had a request yourself? Or maybe you wanted to see the rumored usurper king in the flesh? No— you came to let me lay eyes upon you, so you could play with my heartstrings. I believe you knew what you were doing all along, what do you think?"
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Tabitha gulped, she turned away once more from my gaze as she continued with her supper. "I think perhaps you should leave my space and try the pudding, aren't you starved?"
"More than most." I snarled. "But not for fucking pudding."
Swiping the table clean, Tabitha's tray of royal cuisine met the ground.
I grabbed hold of her, lifting her onto the tabletop as I searched frantically beneath her skirt.
She gasped, immediately forgetting formalities as she shouted out my first name. "Aegon!"
"Hush." I demanded. "Let your King take care of you."
I ridded her small clothes as if I was a child unwrapping candy. I pressed her chest backwards, forcing her to lay against the table as the skirt of her dress crept above her waist.
Gods, she was as prepped and bare as she had promised. Between her thighs glossed over with the arousal she had been denying and her mound was bountiful like a deliciously ripe peach.
My mouth attacked at her without letting a drop of her nectar go to waste. The kisses I laid upon her clit made her jolt and whimper in desperation.
Tabitha's hands pushed away at me to the point of having to force her wrists to the table as I devoured my meal. I allowed her sweet digits back when they began to comb and grip lightly through my platinum-white Targaryen tresses.
Her moans were sounds of gratification... All I've ever wanted was someone, anyone to wish me a job well done. Commend me of my efforts and assure me that I was indeed a good boy. "Is it good for you?"
Her choked sobs were enough of an answer... Her flesh flushed red as her pussy began to pulse and I knew she would soon climax across my lips.
Tabitha's hips began to grind across my face as she reached urgently for her precipice. Her pleads made her voice crack as the sound of her brain-rot echoed through the dining hall. My thumb circled her pearl as my tongue dipped in and out of her core. She came with a flavorsome cry, I groaned into her pussy and drank her release like a man starved. My tongue soaked her sweet cum up as freshly baked bread does balsamic oil.
My trousers so full of sticky precum and a hard cock, it made me brutish. I lifted Tabitha in my arms bridal style as she lay tiresome and still in shock. I warned her of my plans... I warned her that I was to take her to my chambers and we were to spend the night... the coming days... the coming weeks and months with nothing but earth shattering sex. I was to take her maidenhead, and make her part of the Red Keep, part of me.The argumentative minx had not one issue with what I had informed her with. She no longer cared to save herself for a husband because in that very moment, I was just as much hers as she was mine.
I carried her out of the dining hall with orders to the Hand of the King of what I wanted completed.
"Have the cooks prepare the same supper and have it delivered to the Atkins residence." I demanded. "Make sure it's enough for them to share with whomever they may desire."
"Anything else Your Grace?" I was asked.
I stared in the round brown irises that won my heart over.
"Aye." I nod. "Gather the council by morning-fall. King's Landing is starving, their King needs to mend their trust. Rationing... will be the subject matter of discussion."
Otto Hightower, My Grandsire and King's Hand stared at me with looks of daggers... I could see that he saw me as a foolish King, changing plans and making differences for the likes of a woman... but I couldn't have cared less.
With the title of being King of Westeros, anything is possible and everything is in my hands.
Hightower bowed. "I will relay your message to the council, Your Grace."
I looked towards Tabitha and the scowl that stained her face was finally gone... Now left with a magnificent smile that seemed to be gifted by the Gods themselves.
Our lips met as we journeyed to my chambers. As I stole her maidenhead, she stole my heart. We drank, we laughed, I even found that we shared the very same night of birth under the summer season and full moon twenty-two years ago. She was me, and I was her. Finding her was the sense of completeness I had been looking for my entire life.
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"Aegon! I hate when you do that." Tabitha complains. She takes notice to my quiet daydreaming as she continues to ride me as if I was saddled. "Focus on me, baby."
I chuckle sweetly as I find my bottom lip bitten between my teeth, refocusing on her tight cunny that chokes my manhood and drains my stamina. "I always am focused on you my love. I found myself reminiscing on the day that I made you mine. Nearly a year today, an approaching anniversary... Thoughts help me holdout a bit until you have reached yours, now it's my turn."
"Ah yes... The day I met you upon the iron throne. I should've known trouble was amongst me." Tabitha softly flirts.
"I waited." She begins to smile, whispering against my lips. "Wanted to reach ecstasy, together."
"Mmm." I hiss lightly, adoring her wildly. "Tabitha Atkins of King's Landing... I love you with every being of my body."
"Then show me." She insists.
...
I do as I'm told.
As I lay Tabitha onto her back, my hand slips across the soft skin of her belly, through the full globes of her breast, and to her throat where I begin to choke lightly. Her legs spread, inviting me into her warmth and it only takes a second for me to find my flesh sheathed in the depths of her core.
I find a rhythm that is rough and commanding and I watch her lips fall open with strangled gasps. Tabitha attempts at a wiggle to separate us. Wanting me to allow her a momentary second of rest before she melts into the sheets. However, overly dizzy for her sex, I refuse the escape... pressing my heavy body further against hers and deepening my impale. The walls of her cunt contract against my cock, I begin to feel numb and see stars as my words stammer dumbly. Gods... Her sex could rise a dead man from the ground, and I'm the only one lucky enough to have had it.
"Fuccckk." A groan escapes the depths of my throat as I nearly give in and spill into her.
Tears of passion fill her luscious lash line and she can only squeak out soft sounds as her digits grip the sheets beneath us.
Licking my lips like a hungered man, I begin to grin as I watch her in her blissful pleasure. I cup Tabitha's face and kiss her tenderly as the kisses create faint bruises down her neck and soon down her chest where I begin to enjoy the swirling of my tongue across her aroused buds.
"You looked incredible wrapped around my cock." I softly appreciate her breathtaking beauty.
I roll my hips in a speeding passion as my cockhead knocks impatiently at her g-spot. "Aegon— please."Tabitha weeps out a beg as her nails find way into my skin.
Her pussy sops for me, creating lewd music that echoes within the walls of my chambers.
My mouth hangs ajar as I moan out worships for her.
"Gods!" I complain. "My sweet girl, does that feel good?"
She nods immediately. "So good— so good, Aegon."
My pounding weakens as I feel the need to erupt. I grab Tabitha's full hips, dimpling them with the strength of my fingers as I stretch her with the full length of my cock... I bottom out into her until my sack is flushed against her cunt and begins to drain. Tabitha dissolves into pleasure as my hot seed spickets into her core while she reaches her peak.
I expel constant grunts, body jerking each time my cum stutters a bit of its load out of me until I am left limp and soaked in a mess of our love.
Tabitha's eyebrows furrow as she powers her way through an intense climax, legs shaking until the thrill passes by her. Her chest rises and falls as she draws in breath, soon beginning to chuckle in disbelief of the moment that we have shared together..
"Gods!" She pants sweetly. "Again, Aegon?"
I chuckle gently as I place a gentle peck to her lips. I begin to peel her knees further apart. My lip catches in between my teeth as my pupils dilate, watching closely at the foray I caused upon her pretty little mound.
"Let me watch it leak out of you." I insist as my body heats again with arousal while I  watch my pearly spend seep out of her pretty flower.
The corners of her lips begin to quirk upwards, teasing me gently as she pushes the semen out of her core and let it seep down her thighs.
My jaw clenches, eyes rolling back into my skull. "Fuck that's good, and you my dear— are terribly delicious and absolutely evil."
Tabitha finds her way to my chest, having me to lay backwards in the pillows and wrap my arms around her as she listens in on my heartbeat.
She sighs gently. "What's evil, is having to drink another of your Maester's tea."
"Aegon." Tabitha begins to pout over the awful medicinal herbal tea used to prevent or abort pregnancy. "If I am to drink another Moon-Tea, I think I'll die."
My hands gently comb through her wild mane of jet-black curls, full and thriving in its natural state after another day of addictive fucking. "So don't drink it... give me child, my dear."
She immediately lifts her head from my chest with a scorning frown. "You've gone mad."
"I haven't." I insist. "What will come of us? How will we create a stain, evidence of our love?"
"Aegon." She refuses the thought. "You and I cannot marry. You must marry a high-born, not the daughter of one of your subjects. Our children would be Targaryen bastards!"
"Yes!" I continue to plead. "Haven't you given it thought? My Targaryen hair, your tawny skin, and big brown eyes... the most handsome children in all of Westeros. They'll have it all. They will speak High Valyrian and ride their own dragon... Tabitha, please."
"Aegon, don't begin with this." Her refusal is unbending. She begins to dress in her nightgown, giving my voice not another thought. "With your hair, it would be clear that my children are Targaryen bastards. You'd be looked down upon as a whoring King, and I'd be looked down upon— well, as the whore!"
I scoff. "So we will wrap their hair in garment in the eye of the public if we must! It does not matter Tabby, they will be protected always and live under my roof as Princesses and Princes."
"You asked me if I have ever given it thought..." She rejoins me on the bed with a gentle hold to my hand. "I've thought about it every day since we've met, Aegon. Don't you think that I would love to be your Queen and have your children? It would be my dream to have a family with the man that I love. But sadly, that's all it will ever be, a dream.We both knew the risks of being together. We recognized that our relationship would be kept forever secret and we still went on about it. Aegon, please don't make this any harder than it already is."
Dying to continue the conversation, I even begin to imagine her womb full with my seed. I'd be sure to have the servants wait on her hand and foot... She'd wear the prettiest gowns, and her essence would make the Red Keep the most beautiful it's ever been as she would fill it with her fertility and grace.
However, the tears in her eyes pain me more to see... I can't bear to stress the situation any longer.
...
"Let's have a night of rest." I smile softly. "Only sweet dreams for thoughts."
I softly wipe Tabitha's fallen tears as she nods in agreement.
Becoming meek and childlike, she dissipates into my arms as I blow out the candles that light our chambers, and I tuck her into the satin sheets.
"Goodnight." I coo faintly. "No more worries my love, rest now."
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Morning light stings my eyes as they begin to open, I find my dearest Tabitha above me, already dressed for the day.
I sit up from bed with playful and light jester. "Out of the many hours of morning sex that we should be having, why are you already dres��"
My words are cut short with a cruel slap across the face.
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My ears ring from the forceful strike and when they finally stop, I find my lover absolutely distraught and in tears...
As my hearing comes back, my heart aches from the way that she sobs. "Tabitha?" I instantly whimper.
"You vile— sick, sick, man." The words grit through her teeth and I worry frantically for what it is that she has found out.
"YOU FILL ME WITH YOUR DISGUSTING SEED!" She begins in thunderous shouting. "You speak of a life where we are to have children together, when you have already fucked two inside of your own sister!"
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My blood runs cold knowing that she knows my darkest regret... "I need to explain."
"I awaken early on the search for your Maester! For him to begin a batch of the Moon-Tea, and that is when I overheard it all!" Tabitha begins to lose color... her brown skin paling from heartbreak. "Your mother, the Maester, and your seventeen year old sister Helaena! She was lying on her back! Having an inspection by the Maester beneath her skirt when she was congratulated by him and your mother for bearing your twins! They congratulated her as the bloody Queen of Westeros!"
"Tabitha, damn it!" I spazz and my mind begins to spin with shame and anger. "The nerve of you to slither around your King's castle! Eavesdropping in on business of not your own!"
"FUCK YOU!" She spits. "I am so disgusted that I can hardly breathe without the need to vomit! Not only have you lied, withheld from me that you had already found your Queen and have been married! But for the sake of the Gods, SHE IS YOUR BABY SISTER!"
"DON'T YOU THINK I AM ALREADY DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF ENOUGH?" I stand to my feet to argue and my height frightens Tabitha enough to flinch at the tone of my voice. "I had no say in this Tabitha! Helaena and I hated the thought but it was pushed amongst us by the council! By our mother! They did not want just a high-born queen! They wanted the bloodline strictly Targaryen! This was forced upon us, Tabby!"
Tabitha's delicate hand graces her forehead as the other places on her stomach as she begins to feel even more ill. "You bedded your sister...Relieved yourself of pleasure inside of her..."
"Hear me when I tell you that it will only ever be once..." I tremble as I notice the love drain from in between us. "I was promised that giving the title of Queen to my sister and giving her an heir to the throne on our wedding night, that you and I would never have to separate... I was promised your very own knights of protection for you and your loved ones and that you all could live permanently here in the Red Keep. You are to by my only lover! Helaena maybe my Queen, but she and I view each other as only siblings!"
I clench my eyes tightly shut, reminiscing on the night I was forced to take my sister's virginity. I drank myself silly with wine just to bear it, and poor Helaena and I stuck it through for the sake of the crown.
"Gods! So now I am to blame for this incestral breeding!?" Tabitha scoffs. "You are absolutely sick in your head Aegon! I never would have agreed to this! EVER!"
As I step closer to her to beg for her forgiveness, Tabitha steps back.
"I must leave now..." She gulps. "I cannot— I cannot be apart of this, the Gods aren't happy."
"I love you." Tears begin to drop down my face and I stutter like a child being disciplined. "I need you. You cannot leave! I can— I can fix this."
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I plead aimlessly. "I am the King of the seven kingdoms. You will never need nor want for anything regardless of your status here in the castle. You're mine."
She ignores me...
Tabitha wipes her tears and grabs for her cloak to leave the Red Keep through the secret exit.
Without a thought of what to do, I become a mad man... using my title and authority to get what I want.
"I AM YOUR KING!" My jaw ticks as I shout. "YOU ARE TO DO AS YOU ARE TOLD OR ELSE! YOU ARE MINE, TABITHA. I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF. I DEMAND YOU TO SIT DOWN AND GO NOWHERE UNLESS TOLD OTHERWISE!"
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Tabitha freezes with tears and hatred burning within her eyes.
"Fine." She gulps, suddenly stripping out of her garments and lying back in bed. "As you make clear a million times a day or more, you are King Aegon Targaryen of the seven kingdoms. If you shall want me your Lordship, there is nothing I can do other than to continue being yours. But I'll have you know, from this day on I will never love you the same."
"Tabitha, please."I beg softly for her to stop the act of kissing loyally at my arse like the rest of King's Landing... I just want her back, I want everything the way that it was.
"Will you have me, or am I free to be dismissed your Lordship?" She lays on the unmade bed, still and avoiding eye contact.
"YOU WILL STAY!" I explode.
"Yes, Your Grace." She continues calmly. "I am ready to be used whenever you are ready to use me."
"What are you doing? Get up!" Her act of a common whore aggravates me further.
She continues anyway. "I am your loyal servant, Your Grace. Do as you please with my body."
"Get up!" My voice breaks as I continue to argue one-sidedly. "Quit with this foolishness. Your taunting is unacceptable!"
"Tabby, call me Aegon." I beg sheepishly. "Baby, I am your Aegon."
She continues robotically. "Whatever you ask, Your Grace."
I fully erupt. Grabbing hold of the full steel canister of wine, I throw it across the chambers until it hits the wall... crumbling stone to the ground from the force.
The throw startles Tabitha, she breaks out of her act and tearfully attempts to run past me. I grab hold of her wrists, pulling her into me as I beg for another chance. "Tabitha! Please! Please stop, I need you."
"Get away from me!" She fights senselessly, bruising herself as she tries to pull from my grasp.
The large double doors of my chambers open... The racket causes my mother Alicent to intervene. "What is going on in here!?"
"Mother!" I demand. "Out of my chambers!"
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She watches upon the love of my life as if she was a stinky street harlot.
"You should leave." She speaks to Tabitha. "The King's Queen will be visiting her husband shortly."
"You mean his sister." Tabitha quickly bites.
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"Aegon, I'll have your whore's tongue for less." Mother begins to boil over from the unfamiliarity of Tabitha's sharp tongue.
"No worries, Your Grace." Tabitha wipes her tears, bowing to my mother respectfully as she laces the last loop in the corset of her dress. "I was just leaving."
"Tabitha!" Although still bare and only wrapped in a sheet, I still attempt to chase after her as she exits. However, my mother stops me...
"It's for the best." Alicent's hand stops me at the chest. "A King who is at war over his throne does not have time to worry about the heart of a common girl. Aegon... You are King now. The responsibility of the crown is in your hands, act like it."
I watch my mother with pure hatred...
So quick to worry about the well-being of the crown, and never once the wellness of her children.
If she hadn't brought me life, I would have had the guards take her head many moons ago.
"Your chambermaids are on the way to dress you, my King." Mother smiles maniacally and caresses my face with her soft hand. "You must sit the throne today for King's Landing's requests... They need their King, Aegon. You'll have to let her go."
Let her go?
Easier said, than done.
Together, we watch Tabitha run out of the trailing hallways of the Red Keep.
Her image and the sound of her footsteps become smaller the further that she runs... And the further that she runs, the more prominent my heartache grows.
Mother stares in disgust. "She never had the strength of a Targaryen anyways... it wasn't meant to be."
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Doing as told... I dress for the day as mother leaves.
Although I am escorted to the hall of the iron throne to answer the requests of my subjects, my eyes continue to fill with tears. I push them back, needing to find strength for my people. But, how am I to answer requests, when there is no one to answer my own?
Who is there to request a plead from a King? Perhaps the Gods...
Perhaps the Gods will fulfill my one and only request, to bring back the love of my entire being... My forever lady, Tabitha Atkins.
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Three years later
I wake up in absolute agony, shouting for more Milk of the Poppy to dull my pain.
Ever since my incident, I tend to sleep all day due to the medicines given to me by the Maester. As I sleep, I either dream about the love that I lost years ago, or I dream about the terrible events of my most recent near death experience.
I've made awful decisions in my short term of being King, but nothing as bad as riding my dragon into a battle while being inebriated off of too much wine.
I had a death wish... A foolish one at that. But tired of living a life of depression, loveless, and never taken seriously... the mind will drive you to do insane work.
I may be the face of the crown, but my council and my mother feel that my ideas are idiotic and simple... They feel that I was never fit to rule, and that I should sit quietly and be useless, let them take control of the rulings of Westeros.
First they take a man's love, and then they take his power. What could be next now that they've taken it all?
I became careless with the things that I do... I decided to get wine drunk and I rode my poor dragon Sunfyre into the battle at Rook's Rest... A battle I had no business being at. Somehow I survived it... Third degree burns laced across my body, yet I am still here.
But the worst part of it all is knowing that the reason Sunfyre and I were burned to the ground was all out of one person's spite.
My own brother... Prince Aemond...
My last memory before everything went black for months was Aemond's dragon Vhagar opening his gullet of fire after Aemond's command.
"Dracarys." He attempted to kill me with this command.
I realized then how much I have absolutely no one in this life... Aemond, just like our mother Alicent, thirsty and jealous for the crown to the point of sabotaging their own blood.
My brother expected me to die that day. He expected to permanently become the King, but because I survived, he only fills my place on the throne momentarily...
As I become better, I still fear for my life. If he tried to kill me once, he is sure to try it again.
I spent my days childishly being my brother Aemond's first bully... and now I am reaping what I sewed. But as dangerous as he is, and the things that he is capable of doing... I could never trust the innocent people of Westeros in his hands, especially not with Tabitha Atkins and her family still living here in King's Landing.
With Aemond in charge, there will be war and there will be blood... Not just bloodshed from each fighting side, but deadly war crimes to Westeros' innocent subjects.
If all things are out of my control in this very moment, the least I can do is get word out to Lady Tabitha... thus I owe to her.
Grand Maester Orwyle enters into my chambers with more Milk of the Poppy, but being that there are things to be done... I cannot take it.
"Maester..." I begin. "No more Milk of the Poppy."
"But for your pain, Sire?" He frowns.
"I understand." Even the small things like gulping down my throat or speaking pains me in this day. "But my mind must stay sharp, I have a task I need you to complete with the guards... I need it done discreetly."
"Yes, Your Grace." Maester Orwyle nods. "Whatever you may need."
As I lay here, I begin to create a plan. I order the Maester to discreetly bring Lady Tabitha Atkins to my chambers here in the Red Keep. I ask him to bring help if needed be, knowing that Tabitha could good and well stubbornly refuse my command... I demand that if the girl attempts do dismiss Maester Orwyle, that he will instruct the guards to take her from the residence by force. Speaking with her is a dire need of mine not knowing what may happen in the future with my brother in charge as Prince Regent.
Maester Orwyle begins to leave with haste...
I stop him once more... Suddenly I become insecure with my injuries, wondering how my deformities look being that I haven't seen my reflection since my injuries were fresh.
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"Maester." I gulp. "My skin... Am I able to even take a visitor, or am I still leaking of pus and absolutely hideous?"
Having to ask a question like such is the hardest thing I have ever done... I never in my life expected to ask another man if my flesh was still charred and horrid.
A tear rolls down my face and Maester Orwyle kindly takes my hand... "Your Grace..." He assures. "Your incident was months ago, although you may be forever disfigured, your skin has healed, and your heart is still gold. If the Lady ever truly cared for you, Sire... The last of her worries will be of your appearance."
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His words stick with me... I begin to pray to the Gods that he is right. My only hope is that a moment within my gaze is enough to help Tabitha look past my monstrous image... Enough to let her hear me out for just a second of her time.
As I lay in bed, battered and bandaged, I continue to wait to see Tabitha's presence.
Three years have passed and I continue to think about her daily... I wonder if she has changed any, I wonder if she still hates me, I wonder if she's happy.
After many hours, my chamber doors finally open and Tabitha hurries in with haste. Tears melt down her cheeks as she crawls in beside me in bed and she lays on my scarred chest.
The weight of her body pains me a bit, yet I've never been more grateful to feel a pain in my life.
"Your Grace..." Maester Orwyle grins. "The guards were not necessary, when Lady Tabitha heard word of you being alive, she nearly beat us all here."
I immediately begin to sob. I wrap my arms around Tabitha tightly and Maester Orwyle leaves us to our long embrace.
Her curls smell of smoke and fire, clearly having been working in her father's steel shop. I inhale her missed scent deeply.
"I apologize Your Grace that I am not put together." Tabitha gulps. "I have soot and ash all over me. I've spent the day working with my father... There has been an order from Prince Aemond and the crown for a hundred swords by the end of the week or my father will be hanged!"
"Don't apologize." I insist. "You look glorious. Pretty as the very day that I met you at the iron throne. Fear not of your father's death... I'll be sure that it will not happen."
"Tabitha..." I gulp. "Why were you so willing to accept my invitation? I believed that you hated me for so long..."
"I did." She admits. "But we have had years apart, Aegon. I was able to mature and came to realize that you and Helaena were victims of something horrible... Victims of the unjust treatment of the crown's council, and forgive me for saying, but— the unjust treatment of your mother as well!"
"I know... I know."The thought of what the council forced upon my sister and I still haunts me to this day.
"I was disgusted... even a bit jealous the day that I left the Red Keep." Tabitha continues. "But what I regret the most is not standing up for you, my King. The news spread like wildfire through the streets of King's Landing... We saw your dragon, Sunfyre's lifeless body dragged through town and the rumor was that you were dead as well. When your Maester found me with the news of you being alive and wanting to see me, my feet never stopped running the cobblestones of the city until I was here in your very chambers... being able to see you for myself."
I begin to hate the way her eyes examine my body, I no longer look of the man she once knew. "I'm hideous."
"You're brave." She cups my face. "You are heroic and you survived a dragon's fire... A death that no man has ever escaped! King Aegon, stories and songs will be sang about you for centuries."
Tabitha smiles sweetly. "Cry not, Your Grace. You are a legend, and you are still here in the land of the living."
"Shall we change our thoughts to joy?" She asks with an enchanting giggle. "As I was led to your chambers, I heard youthful laughter in the courtyard. I assume they were your children? Your twins, a boy and a girl, yes?"
I pause... Not sure of how to relay the bad news out of my own mouth.
"At one time, yes..." I begin. "But as this battle for the throne continues, a criminal was sent to the Red Keep... As my son, my heir, slept in his crib... he was beheaded. My three year old child was murdered in his own bed by our enemies... His life, drug through the dirt and taken in war crimes to prove a point! To one up me for the throne."
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Tabitha's eyes immediately glass over, turning pale and frozen with shock. "Gods... Aegon... I'm— I'm so sorry."
I softly refuse her pity. "I've done my share of grieving. I've cried until I dehydrated myself and my sister has not left her chambers since the day that it happened..."
I groan in pain as I sit up in bed with urgency "But this is what was so important for me to tell you. Dear Tabitha, the war has gotten out of hand. I believed that I was only fighting a half sibling for my throne, but it seems that I am fighting my full-blooded brother as well."
I continue to explain. "Tabby, in the battle at Rook's Rest my own brother Aemond is who burned me to the ground with his dragon... I realized then that every beating heart around me wants what I have. For the throne, there is no love lost... they will attempt to kill me for it, weaken me by killing the ones that I love most! After my boy was taken from me, I began to think of who else my heart beats for that my enemies could injure me with... My heart only is full for my children, and for you.A woman who time could not even stop me from loving."
"Tabitha, you're in imminent danger." I finally am able to warn her. "I called for you here today, knowing that my brother is out of the Red Keep running an errand... It was the only chance that I had for him not to see you."
Her head spins with all that I have to say... So much information that her and the rest of King's Landing have been kept from knowing all this time. "Aegon! And you are in danger as well! Your brother tried to murder you and now you still lay within the same walls of the Red Keep as him!? Has he come to you since?!"
"Daily." I admit. "Daily with threats to keep my mouth shut... Threats of keeping me unwell so I can never heal and come back to the throne. I lay in this bed, broken and exhausted... Afraid of every door creak, just awaiting and expecting Aemond to come inside and finish me off."
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"Tabitha, I am terrified everyday." My voice begins to tremble. "But what is more frightening is imagining him come after you instead. My brother wants to see me pained and ill. As I lay nearly paralyzed in this bed, I can only imagine the evil he'd commit to break me further down. Aemond would have you captured. He'd bring you to these very chambers to beat, rape, and torture you in front of my very eyes, knowing that I am unable to stand and rescue you."
Poor Tabitha's eyes fill with fear.
"I am to leave King's Landing..." I continue. "A dear colleague of mine, Larys Strong is helping with my escape. He was born crippled, walking with a limp and a cane. He has taken pity on me now that I am crippled as well. Larys and I will escape King's Landing and he will take me to a proper place to heal and be protected from my brother and all who have ill intentions towards me. But the Gods know... I cannot leave this castle without knowing that you have escaped too. I will not leave, until I am absolutely sure that you are safe and out of King's Landing."
She begins to refuse. "My family and I— we cannot leave, Your Grace! We have very little means, we only get by each day by the grace of the Gods."
"The table, first drawer to the left." I interrupt. "Hurry Tabitha, make haste and come back to me."
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Confusion eats at her before she is able to do as told. Sweet Tabitha sniffs her many tears back, wiping her eyes to see the contents of the drawer. She takes out a small burlap sack filled with coins of gold...
Gold shillings, that I have prepared for her to take.
Her eyes widen at the contents of the sack. "Your Grace, I cannot take this."
"You will." I demand.
"I won't!" Stubbornly, she hesitates.
I snap, drawing in the fullest breaths of air that my wounded lungs can hardly manage; I begin to shout. "Tabitha! Damn you! You will take it and you will flee to safety at nightfall, do you understand!?"
I begin to cough as the shouting drained me of my energy.
"Your Grace..." She cries. "I am not worthy of taking anything from you."
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Now that we have gone on living very different and separate lives, I hadn't planned to bring up her personal business... But if it will help our cause, then I must.
I sigh. "Do you feel not worthy of my gift, because you're with child?"
Her eyes grow largely once more... She nearly begins to stammer. "Y-Your Grace?"
"Tabitha please..." I reject her lies. "I memorized the every freckle of your body as if it were my favorite poem. You wouldn't think I would notice your glowing skin, full bosom, and womb?"
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Her head swivels as shame begins to embarrass her. Tears fall down her cheeks as she covers her mouth in shock. "I don't know what to say. Your Grace, I thought I wasn't to ever see you again... I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." I plead softly. "I'm not angry, just please, come sit.Tell me of your husband. Does he treat you well?"
She tearfully chuckles, relieved that I am not angered for her moving on without me.
"Yes, my King." Tabitha joins me back onto the bed where my right-side isn't burnt and destroyed. "He's a good man. James Bartholomew of King's Landing... A Fisherman at the ports. We wedded five months ago, and he loves me."
I smile. "How could he not? You are perfect. And in another four more months, you'll be a mother. A fantastic one at that, Lady Tabitha Bartholomew."
"He loves you." I gulp. "But do you love him?"
"I'd like to believe so... But if I am honest with myself and to the Gods, what you and I shared many moons ago, is a love I believe that I'll never see again in this lifetime." Her honesty breaks me apart... Yes, the love that we shared is something we could never find twice.
My eyes wonder at her charming baby bump. "May I?"
Tabby nods in agreement.
Beneath her skirt, my right hand reaches towards her stomach where I begin to feel the child's kick. "The bairn will be strong, I sense a little lad. I can already feel his strong presence and movement."
Tabitha blushes sweetly... Her adorably round cheeks blush and swell into large red apples.
I feel sorrow as I begin to wish the child was mine... I can't help to think about the many opportunities Tabitha had to carry my own child just as beautifully. But sadly, our titles never were to allow it.
I begin to pull away, and my hand slips further down... Beneath her navel I find my digits awfully close to the warmth of her cunt and my breathing begins to shutter.
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Tabitha gently gulps. "Will arousing you relieve your pain, my King?"
I tighten my eyes closed. "Your sex would make me whole again, Tabitha."
I sigh. "But I can't... I am burnt, disgusting, and alone... I am a cripple. My cock is destroyed, did they tell you that? It burst in the flames like a sausage on a Spit. I can't even piss without it running down my leg." (🤣 Actual quote from the show)
My jaw painfully ticks in irreparable low self esteem. "There is nothing down there to arouse, my love."
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Tabitha pauses. "Perhaps... your mind?"
Is it even possible to release endorphins without using my cock?
Could it be?
I frown with confused thought. "Perhaps."
My only good eye watches as Tabitha takes her petite hand to my wrist... She guides it between her thighs where I am suddenly able to feel her slick.
Quietly I gasp, never in my life expecting to be able to have sexual romance ever again.
My fingers begin to become slippery as I tease through her folds...
Lying on the pillow next to me, Tabitha's sweet whimpered breaths dance across my face. I watch as her eyebrows furrow in pleasure and she begins to nibble on her bottom lip.
As I find her pearl, my fingers lightly tap at it as her nails begin to dig in my arm as she holds on to it tightly.
As I slap lightly at her clit, my digits make the sound of quiet splashing. So wet and horny, I would have been buried my cock in her if I still had my staff of flesh.
The intense teasing on her bulb causes her knees to collapse in on each other. "mm'Aegon—" Deliciously she begs. "You'll have to stop that, I'll finish too quickly."
I bite my lip, brain fogging with pleasurable need. "Just keep your knees open, be good for me little one."
Forcing her legs open longer, Tabitha begins to moan and squeak.
I become appreciative that I was able to at least keep one strong arm. A strong arm and hand with fingers to feel her addictive flesh... and sight in one eye to watch her melt over my caress.
My longest two fingers in the middle of my hand plunges into her core, fucking her like a cock and nearly arching her body from off of the bed.
Her walls clench down upon my digits, crushing them as I bang upon her sweet spot.
Tabitha begins to lose herself in enjoyment.
"Gods! Aegon, don't stop. Keep touching me— just don't stop." She dissolves into pleasure.
My heart flutters as if I can still feel my member become erect. I can't find satisfaction until I see her gorgeous face contort into tears from a good cum. "You like that? Fuck, you are absolutely beautiful my love."
I overheat, sweating from the most exercise I've had in weeks yet ignoring my pain to enjoy Tabitha's orgasm for the both of us.
"You'll have to ride it baby." I quickly demand. "Fuck my hand as if it were the last time you'd ever be touched."
Onto her knees, Tabitha sits on my hand as my digits find the insides of her tight cunt once more.
She begins to rock her hips... shouting as I swirl each finger against her cavity and let my fingers prune with her juices.
As Tabitha continues to buck, inching closer to her climax, her large pregnant tits bounce out of the top of her corset as does the curls out of her neat updo.
I beg earnestly for her to hover closer to me... As she leans my direction, my mouth suctions to her full breasts... nipping and sucking at her nipples as I devour her image and sounds, melting the memory of this day into my brain.
I kiss her neck and face as my hand begins to lose its feeling in it, I thank the Gods that my tongue once again has the chance to dance across her skin and I try my hardest not to leave love-bruises on her for her husband to find later.
A slow pace to her hips causes her to sink further down my fingers and my mouth hangs agape as I groan from the feeling of her pussy collapsing in on me.
"Yes..." I coo. "Yes, yes, sweet Tabitha, that is so good."
Twitching as her orgasm peaks, I notice her draw a breath in and feel the dire need to catch her exhale into my mouth. I swing my injured left arm to the back of her head and force her lips against mine, inhaling her expressive explosion and swallowing her choked sobs and the yummy cracks in the tone of her voice.
"Perfect." I worship. "—Just perfect."
Tabitha catches her breath, lightly smiling as our gaze meets and watching me devour her sticky nectar from off of my fingers. We moan in an overly satisfied kiss, sharing the sweet taste of her explosion.
I capture all of her beauty as I tuck her curls back into place and protect her virtue as I cover her bust back into her corset, easing the burlap sack of gold beside her breasts where no one shall find it.
Seeing her with my gold brings me joy, I could even die peacefully knowing that the gold will keep her and her family forever out of poverty.
My sweet girl's eyes begin to water. "Aegon—" She begins words that could only feel like a coming goodbye now that our time is running so short.
"Shhh." I softly hush her. "Just lay with me."
Regardless of my ugly scars, Tabitha lays her head against the skin of my chest... We enjoy the moment together, intwining our fingers as we hold hands... something we spent a many romantic night doing during our year together.
"Your Grace?" Maester Orwyle soon interrupts our nestle with the worse news. "It is time, Your Grace. There has been word that Aemond and his dragon Vhagar are nearing King's Landing. He is home early from his excursion. If I am to get the girl home safely, I must do it now."
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My heart shatters, however, I must nod and do what's best for the safety of Tabby and her unborn child.
"Take her." I demand.
The Maester begins gently. "Lady Tabitha, please come with me."
She suddenly refuses. "Aegon, wait. Just another hour or so of conversation?"
I shake my head. "If I could, I would make it a lifetime. But I just can't spare it."
Maester Orwyle quietly gestures for the help of my guards.
I notice my knights in steel on their way to steal my lover from my arms, and I watch the pain and fear bubble into Tabitha's eyes.
"Wait!" She argues, pushing the men off of her. "Wait, what?! Damn you, Get your hands off of me!"
The guards tug on her roughly, lifting her off of the bed and to her feet as they pull her away.
Tears and anger begin to cause me more pain and distress than any burn ever could. "BE CAREFUL WITH HER DAMN IT." I begin to cough as I grit the words of my demands out strictly.
"Aegon, wait!" Tabitha begs as her arms are captured by two guards on each side of her. "Please! Just wait! Just hear me now."
"Guards." I demand. "Just—halt. Please, For one moment."
I take in a deep inhale of ragged breath that instantly burns my chest. "I am listening."
"I love you, Aegon." She bursts with a sudden admission.
My heart shatters into pieces. "Tabitha, please—"
"It is true." She interrupts. "I wish I fought harder for you. I love you, just please— just please say it back."
"And tell you what you already know? My dear, I will always love you." I gulp. "Tabitha, I never stopped loving you and I never will..."
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I watch her gulp... she nods, hearing all that she needed to hear from me before finally being able to leave.
"Will we ever see each other again?"A soft final whimper escapes her tongue.
Gently I smile... "If the Gods allow it."
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happyhowdyee · 1 month ago
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Picked this back up and finally finished it yesterday!
root vegetable knights
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h4vemercy · 2 months ago
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Dark souls looking mf
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mothlingmeg · 7 months ago
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croí trom. lámha láidre.
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ahoneygarden · 1 year ago
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I get to marry the love of my life. 🌈🩷
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We fell in love at the faire, true magic and fairy dust, now it will truly be forever, in the very same way. You are the love of my life and my North Star. I wouldn’t trade anything for the love we have. Forever and then some, my beloved.
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gnataweeds · 1 month ago
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RENAISSANCES FAIR NIGHTMARE
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strrawberrystar · 11 days ago
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sum knightcore fuel cuz im still stuck in my medival era
LOVE LAUGH LIVE BY THE SWORD!
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grainsofexcellence · 6 months ago
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Update!
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Teaser:
Bright blue eyes stared at the brunette in disbelief. “What do you mean, a god?”
Dark hateful eyes didn’t flicker as they lifted, never breaking contact. “My mother was so hungry for power she mated with a god. An old god, older than any your people could ever imagine. He still roams free. My mother, she used me as a weapon. I told you I had hurt people, that I had been controlled...”
The blond watched as shadows around the room seemed to flicker. Emma did not like that at all; it was as if they were coming to life.
Emma felt a shiver run down her spine, she was indeed out of her depth. “Regina…” she watched as a dark look passed the brunette’s eyes, “Just how powerful are you?”
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s-pyder · 7 months ago
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🕷️Raja Nandepu🕷️
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bleedingichorhearts · 7 months ago
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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I can’t not find a pathing on which way I want to take this. I could do it both ways if I wanted to, but I want to take it one at a time.
𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞(short): Knights from the 12th century finding their “Guardian Angel” in a different world.
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highdiskknight · 3 months ago
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My oc Temperance grown up and as a young rookie.
She is a Red dragon knight, a group of knights that worship the blazing red sun in my world!
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foxless · 1 year ago
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is there a term for those who feel a particular connection to a certain place in time?
i always find myself very drawn to medieval times (my favourite type of film/books) and even consider myself to be knight kin.
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