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Lilac & Berries (I)

Halbrand | Annatar | Sauron x Mage!Reader request: no gif credits: @winterswake @martanis (gifs aren't mine; please don't mistake them with the original owner) divider credits: @enchanthings @cafekitsune (mdni : colours my changes) Summary: Sauron meets a mage named Y/n when he arrives in Númenor; he becomes enraptured and obsessed with her, and their paths align. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Y/n is similar to Yennefer of Vengerbeg, oral (f receiving), dry humping, public displays of affection, fingering, telepathy, Y/n and Sauron fall in love at first sight, flirting, Y/n knows he's Sauron, but plays along, Y/n is described as having violet eyes & dark brunette hair. Word Count: 3.4k Disclaimer: I don't own Rings of Power or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by Miracle of Sound, Karliene - Lilac & Violet

sdt : @dinsbeskar @notreallythatlost @sansaorgana <3

Part II

Lilac flowers. And berries where we lie

Behind these violet eyes. A fire. No price or power

Can ever satisfy. Behind these violet eyes. A fire

On the island of Númenor, where shadows stretched long, and whispers floated on the wind, Y/n, a powerful mage, wandered through the forest of Andustar. She moved like a breeze, light and graceful. The trees, ancient and knowing, watched her with silent eyes. Y/n was a powerful mage; she had a heart full of light. Her laughter could brighten the gloomiest day. She was renowned for her ethereal beauty and, at times, unpredictable nature. Her long auburn hair shimmered in silver moonlight yet glowed like a halo in the sun’s bathing light. And her violet eyes held the light of a thousand stars. Stories of the famed sorceress reached the lands of Middle-Earth. Many of men and elves sought to have her in their court, though Y/n did not want to accompany herself with petty matters, Kings and jealous hearts fawning and fighting over her. Though the story of her did reach Morgoth and his lieutenant Sauron, seeking to have such a spirited and fierce woman by his side, Morgoth tried to use all forces of his will to bend her and bring her to him. But her place in Númenor was too far from his reach. 

Though such ambition did not dim in his lieutenant, Sauron was determined to achieve what his master could not.

Though his powers were vast, they came with a heavy price. Once full of hope, his heart had turned cold in pursuing his own strength. When the tides turned in his favour, Sauron's path collided with Galadriel, an elf who sought to destroy Sauron. Assuming the identity of Halbrand, a Southlander fleeing the ruin of Orcs in his homeland, the two were found by a Númenorean ship and brought before Tar-Míriel, the Queen Regnant. Y/n was often sought for council by the Queen Regnant, so when Sauron’s eyes fell upon Y/n’s figure walking through the hall encircling them and descended the stairs, her violet irises locked with his ocean ones, a smirk playing on her lips. Turning to face the Queen, she curtsied gracefully, her lilac dress decorated with silver beading and satin hugging her hourglass figure perfectly. Sauron admired the mage with a sparkle in his eyes, noticing a small hair bow in the corner of his lips, tugging into a smile.

“Apologises for my late arrival, Queen Regnant. I see we have company.” Tar-Míriel nodded, motioning for her to observe them Y/n spun round, facing Sauron and Galadriel with a tilt of her head, her pouted lips parting, a smile forming across her face. “An elf” She walked toward them, pausing in front of Galadriel and then stopping in front of Sauron. “But you...” Her fingers ghosted over his shoulder, his eyes watching her hand trail along from one shoulder across his chest and up his throat. The pads of her fingers gently caressed his jaw. “Hmm, how mesmerising you are.” A light laugh came from her ruby-painted lips, and her eyes flickered back to Galadriel. “And do we know these wondrous visitors' names?” She questioned with a raised brow. “Galadriel of Noldor.” Her voice held authority; she was definitely a leader. Y/n nodded. “Galadriel, yes, I’ve heard of you. Commander to the High Elven King Gil-Galad. What an honour to have you.” Then, turning to Sauron, her eyes glittered, waiting to hear his name. “Halbrand of the Southlands.” Y/n’s eyes roamed over his figure, sensing something lingering within him; playing along with his charade, Y/n smiled. “A pleasure 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝. Lady Galadriel.” Sweeping her dress to face the Queen Regnant, Y/n released a breath. “I see no ill intentions in either of our guests, Your Majesty. I believe they are genuine.” Y/n expressed the Queen was happy with Y/n’s observation and nodded, agreeing to allow them to stay for a few days til they decide on what to do concerning their guests. Y/n bowed her head, leaving the council, her eyes locking with Sauron’s before leaving. As everyone parted ways, Sauron found himself wandering in the same footsteps Y/n took, seeing her in the markets purchasing some herbs. Children were playing around her, and the melodic laughter from her lips made Sauron smile. Swirling her fingers in a wave motion, she cast a spell of various coloured miniature fireworks surrounding the children, all squealing in delight. Feeling Sauron’s eyes on her, Y/n gazed over her shoulder, walking toward him, holding her basket over her arm. “Are you following me, Lord Halbrand?” She posed her question with a teasing smirk. Sauron grinned, shaking his head. “I did not mean to, though you certainly made an impression.” Y/n angled her head back, giggling, the violet in her eyes shimmering. “Well, I am pleased I did.” Turning on her heel, Sauron followed her through the markets as Y/n approached the forest edge. Her hand smoothed over the trunks of the trees, murmuring a spell unknown to him; he watched with curiosity. “They miss me when I am away, even for brief periods.” Y/n’s silvery voice reached his ears like the finest tunes of music tugging at his heart. 

“What brings you to Númenor, 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧?” She asked. Walking through the forest, his brows furrowed at her question. Unable to answer, she spoke up once again.“Did you think I did not know? I sensed your power the moment you arrived on the island. It’s heavy, filled with danger and chaos. But that is not how Eru himself created you.” Sauron found himself following her through the trees, his eyes cast down upon hearing the mention of Eru. Y/n didn’t have to look at him to notice the change within him. “That is a sensitive topic of discussion.” He answered eventually; Y/n laughed in response, flipping her hair as she looked over her shoulder. “Oh…” She leant against a tree, pursing her lips and her eyes squinting slightly. “Does that bother you? Knowing that your creator made you as he believed you to be.” She circled him, her hand brushing over his chest and her voice speaking lowly in his ear.

“Good and noble. Someone who thrived on the love of perfection.” Standing before him, Sauron watched with careful eyes; his lips twitched Y/n smirked, her tongue peeking between her teeth. Raking her fingers through his brunette tousles of hair. “But then his greatest downfall would be when he followed Melkor. I heard he is no longer with us; what a pity.” She spoke sarcastically, bringing a grin to Sauron’s face. Y/n mirrored his expression, admiring his handsome features. “What a smile you have; it will have all the girls of Númenor swooning in no time. If that is something you hope to pursue in your time here.” She winked at him. Sauron reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest. “I am not unfamiliar with your kind, mage. I know your tricks and games.” He breathed hot and heavy Y/n angled her head to face him. Their noses nudging in a gentle, affectionate manner, she found herself captivated by the intensity of his gaze.

"Though I am quite tempted to find myself drawn into 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬." His voice was like velvet, smooth and intoxicating, causing her self-restraint to tremble. The air thickening with sexual tension, the mage and dark lord feeling the magnetic pull between them. "You know the stories of me, what I have done. Yet here you are. Unbothered by the darkness that resides within me." Y/n leant forward, her lips ghosting over his, a seductive tone swirling in her voice. "Perhaps I am drawn to darkness." She replied. "Or maybe I am just curious about what lies beyond the stories. Beyond the name of Sauron. What lingers in his true heart” Saruon’s lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of something dangerous beneath his charms. “You can’t help but feel something, a connection between us. I was brought here not just from my own design. But because you need me.” His eyes cast down, tilting his head slightly with a knowing smile; Y/n felt her pulse quicken as he leaned closer, the distance between them shrinking; she could feel his warmth radiating into her body. "What do you mean?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Sauron chuckled softly, a sound that resonated with something deep within her. "I believe we can show each other things that will make our hearts race, things that will make us forget the world we know." Their eyes glinting with mischief, and for a fleeting moment, they saw something more—an invitation wrapped in temptation. Sauron brushed his fingers over her cheek. The allure of the unknown tugged at her, and she wanted nothing more than to lean into that darkness—𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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Y/n found that during her visits to the city of Númenor, her feet would take her immediately to wherever she felt Sauron’s presence. Sitting outside a tavern, eating clams and drinking ale, Y/n approached the barkeep. Sauron’s eyes landed on her, a smirk building on his lips. “Miss Y/n! Welcome back; what will it be?” The man exclaimed with a wide grin Y/n told him her drink, making her way over to where Sauron was sitting. “Lord Halbrand, may I join you?” Sauron raised his brow, offering the seat beside him. Y/n took the seat, eyeing the men and glaring at Sauron.

“You are not favoured right now, it would seem.” She motioned toward the men. Sauron looked out the corner of his eye with a nod. “Yes, it would appear so, but they cannot keep their mouths closed when speaking about others within earshot.” Y/n thanked the barkeep as he sat down her drink. “What brings a pretty mage into the city today? If you need some male comfort, you won’t get much from this low man. You would be best looking for a man of better breedin’ love.” One of the men sat across from Y/n, and his grin made her feel sick to her stomach.

Giving him a sickly sweet smile in return. “Hmm, as tempting as your offer seems, my dear gentleman, I do prefer my men not of Numenorean blood.” She edged closer to Sauron, fingers running along his toned shoulder and down his arm. “There is just something so 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 about them. Unfortunately, I have seen all of what the men here have to offer women, and it’s not enough to keep me entertained.” Y/n wrapped her arms around Sauron’s arm; the man scoffed in amusement. “Oh, you’ve already fucked the mage. Have you low man, you take our food. Our hospitality, and now you stake your claim on her. What have you got to make her get on her knees for you?” He laughed loudly with the other men Y/n’s eyes flickered to meet Sauron’s intense gaze.

“A decent pair of manners, for one. And…” She positioned herself on his lap, draping her arms over his shoulders. Sauron played along, his hot breath fanning over her cheek, his lips caressing the skin teasingly. And proceeded down to kiss her neck Y/n threw her head back, fingers tangling in his chocolate locks. “His mouth is absolutely heavenly. Something I fear you all lack.” She moaned. Sauron’s hand moved up her back, bringing her to his chest. Their eyes both fell on the man, fury burning in his eyes. Y/n giggled when he scraped the chair and walked away. Y/n rested her head on Sauron’s, their lips brushing her tongue and darting out to lick his bottom lip. “I must attend a council meeting with the Queen. Do not get into too much trouble, Halbrand.” She whispered in his ear; a broken moan escaped the dark lord giving an experimental roll of her hips before swinging her leg over his body and downing her drink Y/n winked at Sauron, his hand lightly slapping her ass, a soft gasp emitting from the mage’s lips he winked back going back to eating his clams. Y/n walked to the palace, eager to be on time for the council meeting.

“Halbrand has been thrown into the cells. He was found in a tavern brawl. Perhaps you could speak to the guards.” Galadriel spoke as Y/n read through different scrolls; sighing heavily, she followed Galadriel to the cells where Sauron sat inside, a grin forming when he saw Y/n approach him. “I thought I asked you to stay out of trouble. What happened?” She asked him; leaning on the bars, Sauron shrugged his shoulders. “There was a dispute about a woman. 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.” He approached the cell door, his voice dripping with lust Y/n hummed, her lashes fluttering. “Mmm, and this woman must be worth being thrown into a cell for then, it would seem.” She laughed. Sauron nodded, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Oh, so very worth it.” Y/n looked behind her, pursing her lips. “I shall see what I can do, but I cannot guarantee the Queen will let you out.” She promised to leave Sauron in the cells to speak with the Queen, and though she was successful, Sauron was placed under warning by the guards. Y/n offered for him to stay with her in her cottage away from the city if he so wished. When Y/n showed him her cottage away from the city, Sauron felt the tranquil beauty surrounding him. Y/n told him that when she was not in the city, she would spend her days tending to the enchanted garden, nurturing delicate flowers, and singing to the woodland creatures. “The trees whisper hidden secrets amongst each other; only I have been given the gift of hearing them. Although they do not mind, they immensely enjoy telling me their mysteries and sometimes riddles.” Leading Sauron inside her cottage, the walls decorated with lilac flowers. “You sure adore the colour lilac, don’t you?” He teased her Y/n rolled her eyes, preparing some tea for herself. “When I was born, my colour chose me. It becomes the very source of energy for our magic. Our colour symbolises who we are. What we are. How we are connected to our magic.” She explained, her fingers waving in the air, swirling of lilac magic weaving through her fingers.

Sauron’s hand reached out for hers, tracing her palm with his rough fingertips. “And what does lilac symbolise?” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion, a shaky breath emitted from Y/n’s parted lips. A seductive smile appeared, straddling his lap, his hands sliding up her body. “It symbolises the joy of youth, the innocence of love, and the purity of emotion. It represents first love and a flower you give during a courtship.” She breathed. Sauron cupped her cheek in his palm, his breath mingling with hers. “And if such a man was worthy of giving such a delicate flower to you. What must he do to prove his worth?” He murmured Y/n’s violet eyes glowing with desire; rolling her hips, a moan fell from her lips. “A kiss.” She answered. Sauron captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapping around her upper back and laid her on the table, sweeping off her potion bottles and papers. Rutting his hips into hers, the burning fire between them growing hotter. A moan bubbled in Y/n’s throat as it filled their kiss. “𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧.” She arched her back off the table, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging the roots, earning a groan from the sorcerer above her. His mouth attacked her neck with feverish kisses, decorating her skin with love bites. “I was correct; your mouth is heavenly.” Y/n praised him, moving away from her neck. Sauron chuckled, his nose caressed hers, their lips meeting in a softer kiss. “My mouth is capable of much more pleasure than just painting your skin with marks, temptress.” His eyes swimming with an urgent need, Y/n raked her hands up and down his body; her eyes glowed brightly before resuming their original shade, spreading her legs for him, his eyes cast down, licking his lips teasingly. He gripped her dress in his fists. “Show me the wonders of your mouth, Dark Lord.” Sauron tore her dress. A sharp gasp left her swollen lips, watching Sauron fall to his knees, running his hands over her hips to hold her down. Noticing she was wearing nothing underneath her dress, Sauron swallowed heavily, his eyes shining at her bare cunt glistening before his eyes. Tangling one of her hands in his hair, Sauron’s tongue coming in contact with her aching core, Y/n moaned, falling back onto her elbow to hold herself upright. Sauron’s hands ran over her thighs and waist, feasting on her dripping cunt with an untamed determination to taste every inch and crevice of her sweet arousal coating his lips and tongue. Moaning helplessly, Sauron felt himself break down into the weakest form of man. “Sauron!” Y/n gasped, rolling her hips, riding his face, her other hand coming into contact with his hair. “You taste of the most lavish of berries and finest honey. A sweetness to quench my thirst.” His voice invaded her mind, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her core through her body. “Gods! Please!” She cried out. Sauron flattened his tongue, licking a broad stroke from her entrance to her swollen pearl, repeating the movement thrice more with the addition of two of his fingers entering her made her jolt. 

Writhing underneath the dark sorcerer, Y/n’s moans and screams filled her cottage. Sauron’s lewd sounds lapping at her cunt, sending chills to ripple down her spine. Curling his finger in a come-hitcher motion, Y/n wailed, her body curved into his touch. Feeling her legs begin to shake, her impending climax threatening to spill, Sauron slowed his movements, teasing her Y/n gripped the table in one of her hands, holding herself steady. “Do you want to come, little temptress? Drown me in your delectable nectar. Only for me.” He encouraged her, his eyes meeting hers, the intense gaze sending her over the edge as she came around his fingers.

Sauron moaned lowly, suffocating himself between her thighs, hungrily devouring every ounce of her. Removing his fingers, he sucked each one slowly, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s. His lips and chin gleamed with her arousal. Between his laboured breaths, Sauron’s lips stretched into a beautiful smile. “I believe I may become quite addicted to your taste, my love.” He pulled her back onto his lap as he sat in his chair Y/n threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back. Clashing their mouths together, Y/n rolled her hips roughly, their moans filling each other’s mouths as Y/n felt his cock harden in his pants. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Y/n flipped her hair back. Sauron’s eyes were mesmerised by her body rocking to help him find a release. Sauron groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily, his eyes closed shut, bucking his hips upwards Y/n gasped, the contact of his pants creating a delicious friction against her bare cunt. Her wetness leaked onto Sauron’s lap, not that he cared. “Fuck, you sweet temptress. I cannot wait to feel you around my cock; going to ruin you for any other man. You are mine now, mage. You hear me.” He grunted, his lips curling into a snarl Y/n moaned with a nod of her head, unable to form any words, a shattered moan emitting from him as Y/n felt her second peak wash over as she stilled on top of him. His hips stopped rutting as he moaned, his tight grip loosened as he cradled her face in his hands; their lips came in contact with a messy kiss, a mix of tongue and teeth clashing together, pulling apart for air as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I look forward to seeing where this beautiful relationship shall take us, little temptress.” Sauron swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. A grin formed, their laughter filling her cottage. Y/n hummed, mirroring Sauron’s grin. “Hmm, I do wonder indeed. It seems our paths were destined to align.”

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of kings and queens | halbrand

pairing: halbrand x númenorean!princess!reader

word count: 6,6k

summary: where halbrand and y/n are forced to marry and he unveils a world she's only ever dreamed of

a/n: how do i manage to make it longer every time you ask?? i have no idea, i just go with the flow & suddenly i'm at 6k~ i have been struggeling with this one but i'm proud of how it ultimately turned out!! feedback is always appreciated and thank you for all the love <3

warnings: angst, forced marriage, panic attack, mentions of sickness, soft sauron

universe: the rings of power

"I won't marry a stranger!", you loudly cry out in anger and slam your fists on the table with all your might, the sheer force of it causing some of the parchments to fall to the marble floor.

"He is no stranger. He is the King of the Southlands", your sister, Queen-Regent Míriel, tells you matter-of-factly.

"Who told you that? The elf?", you spit out, the blood running through your veins seething with anger. "Just a few days have gone by since he was detained in one of our cells, and now he is being hailed as a long-lost king? Do you even listen to yourself?"

"Sister-"

"Don't 'sister' me right now."

Míriel takes a deep breath, resting her weight on the table with both arms, and lowers her head as if she needs a moment to avoid lashing out on you in the same manner you are currently displaying.

"Listen. A marriage like this would rekindle and strengthen the bond between the people of Middle-earth and our kind for generations to come", she explains, her voice calm, but you know her well enough to notice that she has to pull herself together.

"Very well, go ahead and marry him then", you counter and give her a challenging look, the one you have been giving her since you were children. "Why should I be the one to suffer?"

"As the Princess of Númenor, it is your duty to prioritize the welfare of your people over your own!", she yells at you now, her nostrils flaring. You'd be lying if you said you didn't flinch a little when she raised her voice. Usually, it takes longer to unsettle her.

Elendil, who is standing at the large doors to the room, also seems a little shocked. As the two exchange a tender look, however, Míriel's features relax again and she straightens up, slipping back into the role of the wise, majestic Queen-Regent of Númenor.

"I won't accept no for an answer", she tells you, all calm and collected again. No trace left of your loving sister whom you loved so much.

"You have held me captive within these castle's walls for longer than I know and now you wish to ship me off like that?", you scoff in disbelief, crossing your arms in front of your chest, trying to mask how much she's hurting you right now.

"You wanted freedom. Here I am granting it to you."

"This is not freedom", you express your words through gritted teeth, your eyes burning with tears as your words have no effect on Míriel. "You think you can still control me like a child. But you no longer hold any power over me. I won't let you dictate the course of my life."

To emphasize your point, you grab the unassuming tiara adorning your head, smaller and thus in stark contrast to your sister's, and forcefully hurl it to her feet. Several small diamonds come loose and the sound of them scattering around the marble floor makes you shiver.

"I don't care who he is", you say angrily, your hands clenched into fists at your sides while Míriel only looks at you in shock, her eyes wide. "I won't marry someone I don't know, let alone love."

With these final words, you turn away and walk towards the door, which Elendil quickly opens for you. On his face, you clearly see that he feels sorry about how this whole situation expired. But you don't need his pity.

You stomp out angrily, holding back your tears, your pulse pounding in your ears. You have never told her what you think before. You have always done what she asked of you, been a good little sister because you can only imagine the burden she is carrying. But today she has crossed a line.

When you turn around in the hallway one last time, catching a glimpse of Míriel through the closing door, you see Elendil carefully approaching her to comfort her. From this perspective, she looks exhausted, hurt even. But all you feel towards her is anger. You can't help but roll your eyes and release a heavy breath of air from your lungs.

Undoubtedly, that is the reason why she wants you to marry Lord Halbrand. Because her heart is already taken.

You think back to times when you would have been overjoyed, when you would have been genuinely happy for her. You two would have lain on soft pillows and talked about everything, every little detail. Now, you can find none of these feelings inside of you.

Completely lost in your thoughts, you walk through the large halls of the castle, your home. A home that feels much more like a prison. With your head low, you turn a corner and suddenly collide with a hard wall. Caught off guard, you stumble back until a hand closes around your wrist and holds you tight.

You forget to breathe for a moment when your gaze meets his.

"Whoa there. Where are you headed, my lady?", Lord Halbrand asks you in surprise, a gentle smile on his face as he holds you close, his touch on your skin burning. As soon as you notice this, you break free from his grip and take your distance, smoothing down your dress, which he only comments on with a frown.

He is the last person you want to talk to right now.

"Are you all right?", he asks you with concern in his voice, making you realize that you haven't given him an answer and just stood there in silence. In fact, you don't really have anything to say to him. You just wish he would go back to Middle-earth where he belongs.

"Yes", you finally answer, coldly and curtly. "Now if you'll excuse me."

You walk past him, your shoulders almost touching, and listen to your own loud footsteps echoing through the halls as you walk down the corridor.

"Your demeanour leads me to believe that the Queen-Regent informed you of our plans", his voice calls after you, suddenly bringing you to an abrupt halt.

Our plans? That means they have been talking about this behind your back for who knows how long. You were deemed to lose from the beginning. As always.

"She did", you say, slowly turning around and towards him. He hasn't moved from the spot where you left him moments ago, but his presence fills the entire hallway anyway.

The way he stands there and looks at you, as if you were fragile and pitiable, makes the anger inside of you boil up once more and you walk towards him. Instead of taking a step back, however, he takes one towards you so that he is now towering over you with all his height.

"Listen to my words: I don't know what exactly you hope to achieve with this.. marriage. But it will never happen. I will not marry you", you tell him clearly, emphasizing the last words by poking your index finger into his chest. You don't give him time to answer, but as you turn around you notice the knowing grin that plays around his lips.

You decide not to respond to this and move away from him entirely. As soon as you turn into the next corridor, you finally feel like you can breathe again. At least as much as is possible for you within these walls.

You haven't been able to breathe properly in here for a long time.

You walk to your room, two guards posted on either side of the massive doors, and let yourself through without a word. Once inside, you find your way directly to the balcony, which overlooks the entire city and the harbour. The wind blows through your hair and creates a sad smile on your lips. From up here, you can hear nothing but the wind, the people frolicking down there nothing more than tiny black dots. A single tear finds its way down your cheek and you don't bother to wipe it away. Rather, you are amazed that you can even cry at all after all the tears you have already shed here.

You don't know if it is at that moment, or before, when you threw your crown at Míriel's feet, but you make a decision.

With a goal in mind, you go back inside, into the huge room you call your own and search through several closets until you find what you are looking for. You swap your beautifully ornamented dress for a more simple one, get rid of all your jewelry and put your hair into a casual updo. On the way to the door, your own reflection briefly looks back at you from the mirror across the room and you pause as you look at yourself.

Nothing is left of the little girl who once had dreams and pursued goals.

Taking another deep breath, you open the door and step out. The guards bow, as they always do when they see you.

"I'm going to pay a visit to my father", you explain to them, which they confirm with a short nod. They are about to follow you, but seem to remember that you are now allowed to walk around without guards constantly at your side, at least within the castle's walls. A change that hasn't been in effect for very long.

Nevertheless, you quicken your pace once you are out of their reach, afraid that they will decide to follow you after all. On your way, you make sure to avoid the maids and other guards, hiding behind corners, holding your breath. When you finally arrive at the stairs to the tower that lead up to your father, you stop hesitantly. But it only takes a moment, remembering your conversation with Míriel and all the other terrible events of the past, for you to regain your strength and turn away. With quick steps, you take the next set of stairs that lead down.

As you arrive in corridors that lead to the kitchen and staff facilities, you pay close attention to every little noise. Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest that you feel like it can be heard echoing throughout the corridors. You put your shaking hands against the spot where your heart is and try to calm yourself down. You've never tried to break out of this prison before, you always thought you were here for your own good. But you know better now. The thought of the outside world, which you have encountered so rarely in your life, scares you beyond belief either way.

Your sister's words still roam around your mind, making you clench your fists, until you gather up all your courage. Finally, you make it out of one of the doors, out into the fresh air that greets you lovingly.

However, you have no time to linger and quickly move forward, with careful steps as not to alert anyone. As you walk, you pull a cloth out of the corset of your dress that you had previously hidden there. In one swift motion, you pull it over your head and hide your face behind the fabric, only your eyes visible now.

With these safety measures in place, you make your way to the harbour, away from the castle. The entrances for the staff are guarded, but because of your disguise they let you pass. Once you slip past them, you are immediately surprised by the number of people walking through the streets. The sun is already setting on the horizon and the warm light of lanterns illuminates the alleyways.

With a gentle smile, you watch as two children whirl around, holding dolls that they chase each other with. You follow the mass of people who probably want to celebrate the end of their day in one of the taverns. The closer you get to the center of the city, the market square, the louder and more crowded it becomes. You hear them talking, laughing with each other, arguments are being settled, some young girls dance in the middle of a crowd of people who happily watch and applaud.

Despite the positive and joyful atmosphere, you are overcome by a feeling of sadness and sorrow all of a sudden. These people are your people - and you never get to see them. They don't get to see you unless they enter the castle, and that is something only a few people are allowed to do, reserved especially for the nobles and those of higher rank. But what makes you even sadder is the fact that very few of them even care for you. You are second in line to the throne. Once your father leaves this world, Míriel will be their Queen. Accordingly, interest in you is quite low. You are not even sure they would recognize you if you took off your disguise.

The sad truth is that they wouldn't, and that hurts more than you thought. And these are the people you are supposed to give your life for.

Suddenly everything becomes too much for you. Your ears are ringing, your heart is pounding, your whole body is shaking. No matter where you look, there are crowds of people everywhere. You feel small, constricted, helpless. You are carelessly pushed to the side, shoved forward. Your feet are stepped on, no one apologizes. You try to break out of the crowd, but your head is spinning and you no longer know which direction to go. Your breathing is getting faster and louder by the second. Nobody notices, nobody shows even the slightest hint of interest in you.

When you feel your legs giving way beneath you, you are suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled into an alley.

You are terrified when you realize that you cannot defend yourself, your body is completely frozen and does not listen to your commands. Only when you feel a gentle hand on your cheek - the cloth must have come loose in all the chaos - and look up do you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in. Lord Halbrand is standing in front of you, his face painted in concern as he looks you up and down.

"What are you doing out here all alone, Princess?", he asks and quickly grabs a hold of your shoulder as you start to drift away again, your legs no longer able to hold you upright. Exhausted, you lean against the stone wall behind you and close your eyes. You don't like that he sees you like this. On the other hand, he just saved you and prevented you from fainting in the middle of a crowd.

"I.. don't know", you whisper in defeat and it takes all your strength to admit it.

"What were you even thinking?", he says quietly, more to himself than to you. It feels like he doesn't want to scold you, but on the other hand he also does want to.

You look into his eyes, his face bathed in warm light from the soft candlelight of the lanterns around you. The wounds that are covering his skin have slowly healed, but even in this dim light you still notice them. Only now, when staring at him, do you realize that he is distracting you from all the noise and hustle, faded into the background.

"Come. I'll escort you back to the castle", he finally offers, his hands still on your shoulders as if he doesn't dare let go of you, afraid that you'll drift into the darkness at any moment.

Once again, you don't react and only stare at him, making the worry on his face deepen. In the meantime, you just can't wrap your head around how a Southlander like him, a low man, who barely knows you and who you've met with nothing but hatred, is worried about you while the people around you, your kind, are far away from even remotely caring about you.

"Can you walk on your own?", he asks, and when you finally nod in agreement, he lets go of you. But not for long, because after he puts the cloth back in its place to cover your features one of his hands wraps around yours and holds it tightly in his grip as he pulls you behind him, up several steps that lead further away from the cheerful scene.

You are grateful that he doesn't ask any questions, doesn't want to know why you were out here in the first place.

"Thank you."

That makes him pause for a moment and his hand applies a little more pressure on yours. In response, he turns to you with a gentle smile and lowers his head in resignation.

For some inexplicable reason, your heart suddenly skips a beat. He doesn't seem to notice the change in your face, however, and walks on. Together you make your way through the winding streets and you are amazed at how well he already knows his way around. You have to admit that it also hurts. After just a few days he's already more familiar with this city than you are.

You can already see the entrance to the castle when Lord Halbrand halts in his step, forcing you to stop as well. Turning to you, he steps closer and lifts your hand. Then, he gently places his other hand on top of it.

"I don't know what you were doing out there", he starts, looking from your hand between his to your eyes. "But rest assured that I'll keep it to myself."

The relief you feel in that moment is indescribable. If your sister found out you had escaped, she would surely reinforce all safety measure to protect you. This feeling doesn't last long, however, when another emotion suddenly overshadows it once he continues speaking.

"A princess like you doesn't belong out here."

He may not notice it, but these words hurt you deeply and make your eyes burn with tears within seconds. Without hesitation, you snatch your hand from him and put some distance between you by taking a few steps back. Your knees still feel weak, but you don't let it show. Lord Halbrand's face meets yours with incomprehension as you do so.

"I know where I belong", you spit out angrily and straighten up. For a moment you actually thought there might be more hidden beneath his facade. Oh, how wrong you were.

With these last words, you leave him standing there and walk the last few meters to the castle without him. Once again, you sneak through the staff quarters into the castle. Although you don't want to admit it, the walls suddenly give you comfort, making you feel safe and protected.

You quickly blink away a few tears and return to your chambers, where you go straight to bed. Even though you are incredibly exhausted and drained, you don't sleep all night. You toss and turn in the sheets, your mind plagued by nightmares until you hear the birds outside singing.

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Annoyed, you slam the door to your chambers shut behind you and lean against it with a huff. Then you slide down to the cold ground and pull your knees closer to you, hugging them against your body.

Once again you tried to talk to your sister. Once again she dismissed your words as if they were worthless.

And that's exactly how you feel right now: worthless. Born into a life that brings you nothing but suffering and pain.

Ever since you were born, you were the one who would never ascend the throne. Who would never rule. And you never wanted to. You would never want to be your sister. But right now, you wish that you were both just born into a normal family, with no wealth or power. At the end of the day, she is still your big sister, the one who has always watched over you. Your mother dead, your father long bedridden - she is the only family you have left.

You miss the times when everything was peaceful. Happy times long gone when two sisters were inseparable. But the years made you believe that this world is not made for anyone to be happy.

You lower your head and let the sadness wash over you like waves finally bringing down a ship, and tears stream down your cheeks. Your body shakes, but you hold back any sobs, crying in silence.

You don't know how long you sat there, alone with your thoughts, the very last tear leaving your eye, but eventually something catches your attention. Something that reflects the light from across the room, lying on your vanity table that wasn't there when you left in the morning. Slowly, you get up and walk over, only to discover a beautiful brooch on top of a small piece of parchment. The design is that of a sun and the brooch is decorated with white and blue diamonds. It's breathtaking to look at.

You glance at the black ink on the parchment and your heart involuntarily jumps once more. The words read: 'Forgive me'.

When you suddenly hear footsteps behind you, however, you don't have time to think about these words any further. In one quick movement, you take an ornate dagger out of one of the drawers and turn in the direction of the noises. What you don't expect, however, is that Lord Halbrand emerges from the shadows behind your bed.

"H-How did you get in here? Who let you in?", you ask, out of breath, your heart pounding. The dagger in your hand is still raised, even as he approaches you. He doesn't say anything, however, just stands in front of you and slowly grabs your hand, which is tightly gripping the weapon. He lowers your joined hands and carefully removes the dagger from your grip, leaning over you to gently place it on the table.

"I was uncertain if my apology would be deemed acceptable, hence I wanted to see you in person to make sure", his soft voice sounds in your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. He is definitely too close to you right now and even though you'd never admit it, it doesn't feel uncomfortable. You look straight into his shining eyes which are not quite blue and not quite green but something in the middle. You swallow because the intensity in his gaze leaves you speechless.

"Get off me", you manage to croak out, sounding anything but convincing. Lord Halbrand notices this too, a smirk playing around his lips.

"I know you don't mean that, Princess. And that, deep down, you have already forgiven me", he breathes in a deeper voice than before and brushes a strand of hair from your face. In an instant, you grab his wrist and stop him from touching you any further. Because you know exactly what his touch does to you. And you simply cannot and do not want to acknowledge that you like what he does.

So far, every encounter with him was exhilarating, thrilling, like you were finally embarking on a long-awaited adventure. He awakens feelings you have kept locked away for a long time, sealed behind thick iron bars. Brick by brick, he slowly destroys the protective walls you have built around your heart.

It scares you.

"Lord Halbrand", you say more seriously now and stare directly into his beautiful eyes while he does not even try to free himself from your grip. "Get out of this room or I will call the guards and have you removed."

At that threat, Lord Halbrand lets out a quiet chuckle and removes his hand from your tight grip with ease.

"Before long, I will become your husband. It's time for you to get used to my presence, my lady", he states and the fury that rises in your eyes at his words is unmistakable. "I am aware that this.. arrangement may not be something you look forward to, but I suggest that you begin to come to terms with it. I fear you have no choice but to agree."

"Don't do this", you plead, and even though you try your best to hide it, your body trembles and your eyes fill with tears. The realization that he is telling the truth makes you feel sick to your stomach. Not wanting him to see your obvious discomfort, you turn your head away, lowering it in the process.

The next moment, however, you are unexpectedly pulled forward and suddenly feel two strong, muscular arms around you. Lord Halbrand hugs you as if his life depended on it. You can't even remember the last time someone hugged you. Especially not like this.

The slight scent of sea salt and smoke greets you and you have to admit that his embrace makes you feel safe, comfortable even. With his arms pressing you against his firm body tenderly, he manages to stop your body from shaking and your head from spinning. Right now, it's just you and Lord Halbrand. No could-haves, no would-haves.

The fact that you are no longer averse to his proximity scares you an immeasurable amount. That is also the reason why, in the next second, you push him away with all your strength, your hands on his hard chest.

"Please, Lord Halbrand. I need you to leave", you almost beg him and when his hand clasps yours on his chest, you look up at him and suddenly feel seen. The way he looks at you is unlike anyone has ever looked at you before.

"Your wish is my command, Princess", he nods and lifts your hand to his mouth, where he places a feather-light kiss on the back of your hand before he walks back to the large doors to your chamber, not taking his eyes off you. You also watch him and wait for him to finally leave you.

"Leave out the Lord next time", is the last thing he says before he disappears.

As soon as you see the door slam shut behind him, however, you run over with quick steps. Only when you get there and reach for the door handle do you stop yourself. What has gotten into you? Overwhelmed by the emotions flowing through your body all at once, you lean your forehead against the door in defeat.

After staying there for a while and taking several deep breaths to calm your rapidly pounding heart, you walk over to the brooch that is still shining at you from the table. Carefully, you place the fragile thing in the palm of your hand and examine it when you suddenly hear a whistle.

Wondering where it came from, you step out onto your balcony and see a few ships leaving the bay in the distance. But your attention is quickly drawn to the person standing in the courtyard a few meters below, looking up at you. You don't have to look twice to know that it is Halbrand.

"Give us a chance", he calls up to you and even from this distance you can see the bright smile on his face. Then he turns around and disappears under one of the archways.

Holding the brooch tightly to your heart, you can't believe that a soft smile creeps onto your lips.

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"His Lordship Halbrand has requested to see you, my lady", one of the guards announces as you step out of your chambers the next morning. The mention of his name makes your heart skip a beat and you straighten up immediately.

"Then I shouldn't keep him waiting", you reply gracefully and let the guard accompany you to the place where Halbrand wants to meet you. You wouldn't have expected this to be the inner courtyard, though. And even less that he would be waiting for you there with two saddled horses.

"I hope you had a good night's sleep, my lady", Halbrand greets you with a gentle smile and notices that your steps immediately slow down when you see him with the horses. "Rest assured, Princess. I have consulted with the Queen-Regent regarding this matter. With her approval, I am permitted to accompany you on a brief ride. If that is what you wish, of course."

You pause entirely. You can't believe he convinced your sister to let you leave the castle, and with only Halbrand as your company as well. On the other hand, you've gotten a sense of how charming and persuasive he can be in the last few days.

Smiling, he holds out the reins of a white mare that is standing calmly next to him. Still a little unsure about the whole situation, you take the reins and stroke the horse gently, but don't take your eyes off Halbrand.

"H-How?", you ask him in disbelief. You can't help but think back to how often you have begged your sister to finally let you leave the castle. The fact that she is allowing this now makes you a little suspicious, but you certainly won't question her motives if it means that you can experience freedom once more, even if only for a few hours.

"We have to be back by sunset", Halbrand winks at you and comes closer, making you take a step back instinctively. When he reaches out his hand, you realize that he just wants to help you onto the mare, so you put your hand in his. Once you feel his calloused, rough yet soft hand, a pleasant feeling flows through you and when you sit upon the mare's back, you feel like you could conquer the world. He mounts his black horse as well and together you lead the horses out of the gate.

You turn around, your eyes fixed on the castle and the guards who make no move to follow you. A sense of relief flows through your body at once. Side by side, you make it out of the city and as soon as you leave the border of the capital, you are greeted by vast meadows and fields, grass gently swaying in the wind.

It doesn't take long before you get your horses galloping over the fields. Your white mare is a little faster than his horse, but you hardly even notice. You can only concentrate on the wind blowing through your hair, letting your dress float gently behind you. The air feels liberating and you are amazed at the beauty of nature, the beauty of the island you call home but have seen so little of.

A little later you reach a white sandy beach, the waves calm, seagulls squalling in the distance. The sea suddenly smells completely different from what you are used to and you can't help but smile.

If this is what freedom feels like, you won't ever go back.

Finally, you bring your horse to a stop on the shore, scratching her head, and turn to Halbrand, who stops his stallion right in front of you. Your hair is all tousled by the wind, but Halbrand smiles at you so genuinely that your cheeks flush. Without saying a word, you hop off your mare's back and bend down to bury your hands in the sand. As Halbrand dismounts, you quickly take off your shoes, lift up the fabric of your dress a little, and wade into the shallow water, which laps warmly against your skin.

You can't remember the last time you felt the ocean. As a Númenorean, you are connected to the sea on a deeper level and it feels like, right now, it's showing you how much it's missed you, like you're reuniting with an old friend. The sun is high above you, warming your skin as you close your eyes and enjoy the moment. Then you jump around the water playfully and with so much joy you haven't felt since you were a child.

Until you meet Halbrand's gaze. He is still standing where you left him, the reins of both horses in his hand, watching you enjoy yourself with so much affection in his eyes that you want nothing more than to run to him and fall into his arms, chasing the exhilarating feeling he gave you the day before.

Shyly, you slowly walk back to him through the ankle-deep water, your dress a little wet at the bottom.

"Enjoying yourself?", he asks with a smile, one hand scratching his horse behind the ears as he looks you up and down with sparkling eyes.

"Not exactly princess-like behaviour now, is it?", you shrug, eliciting a chuckle from him that gives you goosebumps and makes your heart beat faster.

"If you want my humble opinion: I think it's exactly how a princess should behave", he replies, the wrinkles around his eyes from smiling making him even more handsome in your eyes. "You shouldn't have to hide from the world."

"I wish I could come here more often", you sigh, ignoring his statement, your mood suddenly burdened by the thought that this moment of freedom will not last long and you will soon find yourself locked up inside the walls of the castle again. Halbrand's expression matches yours, but his gaze lays you bare. Feeling weak, you turn away. You stumble through the sand and finally flop onto the ground on a small dune, neatly placing your shoes next to you. Halbrand leaves the horses in your sight and joins you, sitting just a few meters next to you, your elbows touching.

For a while, neither of you says anything and you just stare out at the waves, which radiate a certain calm.

"As a child, I was very sick. An unidentified illness that was brought over from the continent. Despite having overcome it, I remained in a very weak state, requiring assistance with everything. I was not allowed to go out neither were people allowed to see me for fear of infecting me again. I was always surrounded by guards", you explain, your voice strong, but you have to pull yourself together not to sob. "Míriel was the only one who stood by my side, who made my time a little more bearable. Since our father.. has fallen sick, my sister feels even more responsible for my safety and, just like him, doesn't let me go out. She says it's for my own good and I once believed that, a long time ago. But now I doubt her concern is rooted in anything else than her own fear of losing me."

As soon as the last words leave your lips, you feel free. Free from the burden of not being able to tell anyone. But saying it out loud makes it feel so much more real. Still, pride fills you that you didn't shed a single tear. Halbrand, who was hanging on your every word, looks at you not with pity or sadness, but with a smile.

"Thank you for confiding in me. I can hardly imagine how hard that must have been for you", he tells you, speaking as if all of this is no longer your present. Maybe it's not right now, but it will be once you return.

"I have been wondering why you were locked up inside your whole life", he mutters to himself and takes a handful of sand, letting it trickle through his fingers. "And despite the prospect of freedom, you are against this marriage?"

His words hit you harder than they should, because you have to admit that you haven't given it a thought since yesterday.

"It's about her treating me like I'm a commodity that can be sold for a price", you answer, anger rising inside of you at the thought. "Either she keeps me here and risks a war or she finally lets me leave, with the ulterior motive that I at least bring some added value to Númenor. Besides, no one ever said that I would come with you once we were married."

"You think she would keep you here?", Halbrand asks, astonished. When you nod, something like determination paints his features.

"I won't allow that."

"I fear none of us will have much say in this", you sigh, exhausted and defeated, absentmindedly playing with the sand now as well. "I'm sorry you have to put up with a princess who knows nothing about this world, let alone has seen anything-"

"Don't say that", Halbrand interrupts you firmly, his eyebrows drawn together as if it physically hurts him to hear such words coming from your mouth. "You are perfect in my eyes, Princess."

You are glad he can't see the way your heart has started beating faster. What he can see, however, is the blush rising to your cheeks, which you quickly try to hide by turning your head away, pulling your knees closer to you.

"I feel like no one has ever told you how beautiful you are. In every way", he continues and you are startled when you feel his hand on your chin, gently turning your face back to him. You find it difficult to look at him, his eyes are looking at you so intensely that you no longer know which way is up and which way is down.

"Lord Halb-"

"What did I tell you about the Lord?", he chuckles, shaking his head at your cute behaviour. He loves the colour of pink your cheeks have taken on and how your eyes search his for any sign that he is lying, but you find nothing but the truth in them.

"When I told you that a princess like you doesn't belong here, I meant that a princess like you, who should be a queen, doesn't belong on this island, isolated from the world", Halbrand whispers, his hand moving from your chin to your cheek, where he gently strokes your heated skin with his thumb. "You belong in the very middle of it."

"N-No. I could never be a queen, I was not born for that", you explain, confident in your own words because it's all you have ever heard in your entire life; you would never be queen.

"I will make you a queen", he replies and the conviction with which he says this, the affection that resonates in his words and his features, makes you believe in his words. You desperately want to believe them.

"I promise I will not go without bringing you along", he assures you, holding your face in both of his hands now, his face so close to yours that you only have to lean forward a little to taste his lips. Halbrand notices this too, his gaze wanders to your lips and back to your eyes, which meet his almost pleadingly. As soon as you slightly nod, he connects your lips in a gentle but longing kiss. You gasp, never having been kissed before. Your heart feels like it will jump out of your chest at any moment, the sound of the waves blurs with your heartbeat and your hands get lost in his hair.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, both of you having to catch your breath, but you don't want to let go of him. You have no idea what this man, this inconspicuous King of the Southlands, is doing to you, but you don't want to think about it because all you know is that you finally feel like yourself again, a feeling that seems so familiar yet unknown.

"I promise I will make you a queen and if it's the last thing I do", Halbrand tells you once more, leaning his forehead against yours before leaving a gentle kiss on the side of your mouth. Smiling up at him, you waste no time to wrap your arms around his neck and connect your lips in another kiss.

You will be his queen. And then you will finally be free.

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WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SECRET SMOKES CHAPTER ‼️‼️‼️‼️ WE CHEERED, THE WORLD IS HEALING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(albus dumbledore you fucking LEGEND)

Secret Smokes (Part 17)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: wow she's back? Hello if you're still reading thank you so much, it's been a year since I posted the NYE chapter and it's once again NYE which I consider unofficial Secret Smokes day so I'm back, I can't promise regular updates but I promise the chapters are just gonna get longer and jucier from now on. I plan to make this 20 chapters so the countdown to the end starts now. I've missed you all!

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Sirius opened the door with a big grin, then you saw surprise, than an even bigger grin. "Y/N!" He exclaimed hugging you.

"Hello." You said in a cheery voice slightly overwhelmed by the greeting.

"I'm so glad you came, Remus you can leave." He said as a joke stepping out the way to let you both in. Remus and Sirius did hug hello after you walked in, it warmed your heart to see Remus loved by someone. You settled in the first floor in the drawing room which had two large sofas a large fireplace flanked by two ornate glass-fronted cabinets, and an entire wall covered with a tapestry of the Black family tree. You sat down next to Remus and Sirius sat opposite you after serving you with tea, he was excited to have you there, giddy almost. "I've been waiting for Remus to finally bring you over so we can chat." Sirius explained as he put an abnormal amount of sugar cubes in his tea. "He says he's worried someone from the order will bump into you but I think he's scared of all the embarrassing stories." Sirius explained, Remus rolled his eyes.

"You know I think you're right, but finally we have the opportunity for you to tell me everything." You replied matching Sirius's energy and shooting him a wink.

"First tell me how did you convince this loser to change his mind as no matter how hard I tried nothing worked."

"I guess I have my ways."

"She's very charming." Remus chirped in.

"Oh is she, tell me more?" Sirius said with a suggestive tone.

"Sirius, get your mind out the gutter." Remus said sternly but still in a friendly way.

"Anyway, those embarrassing stories please." You requested and Sirius's face lit up. Remus shook his head lightly, kissed you on the forehead as he stood up and walked over to the record player in the corner of the room. As Sirius began telling you a story of Remus's prank going wrong in fifth year and ending up with him burning off a part of his eyebrow. Remus flicked through the records and put on one you loved, it was a T.Rex vinyl. "You can actually still see the burn mark here." Remus said as he sat down next to you and you looked closely at his eye brow which had thinner hair in one part, you slowly examined it running your finger over it, sharing a small moment of intimacy. You moved your finger away and chanted "Tell me more, tell me more." Both the guys laughed in response. The tea soon changed to fire whiskey and the stories got juicer. It felt so comfortable sitting relaxing with the two of them. You and Sirius got increasingly drunk while Remus kept his composure however he relaxed more and more. Sirius served you some more whiskey but Remus put his hand on top of the glass signifying he doesn't want anymore and Sirius nodded in response. "Remus you bring me here and you don't even want to join in on the fun?" You teased.

"Don't be offended Y/N. He doesn't drink." Sirius remarked.

"Hm and New years was what?" You poked Remus's side teasingly.

"Correction he doesn't drink unless he's nervous and even then he won't get drunk." Sirius replied and Remus nodded while filling his glass up with some water.

"Well now you're wrong..." you began but Remus shook his head. "He's not. I wasn't drunk. Tipsy and reckless at most. But the last time I was really drunk as James and Lilly's funeral."

"So you kissed me sober?"

"Well under the influence of a little fire whiskey and a lot of testosterone."

"You drank as much as me!" You accused him confused as to how he could've remained sober.

"He's a wolf." Sirius said and howled jokingly. At that moment Remus jokingly made a wild sound before pouncing on you to tease you and pretending to bite you before pecking your cheek.

"Oh Merlin I'm so lonely." Sirius sighed dramatically. And you and Remus rolled your eyes. "Y/N do you have any cute friends?" Sirius began.

"Stop it old man." Remus remarked beginning another round of teasing between the two men.

You were laying down on the sofa with your legs draped over Remus's as your back rested on the arm of the sofa, his hand was lightly stroking your leg in a loving manner and the cure played in the background. It was a song you particularly liked and due to the confidence caused from the uncountable glasses of fire whiskey you began to quietly sing along as Remus and Sirius debated something stupid. "I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday, I don't care about you." You sang quietly to yourself under your breath

"It's Friday, I'm in love" Remus joined in quietly almost a whisper, he glanced at you and you both shared a smile as he gently squeezed your leg where his hand was resting.

"Oh you guys are gonna make me throw up, I'm so lonely." Sirius sighed dramatically, making you and Remus blush this time but by this point in the night all sense of embarrassment had left your body and there was enough public displays of affection, then there was a knock on the door downstairs. "Ooo pizza." Sirius said excitedly and jumped up.

"Do you need help carrying it up?" Remus asked.

"No just don't do anything on my sofa while I'm downstairs." Sirius said with a wink.

"I can't promise anything." Remus whispered to you as soon as Sirius left the room. The alcohol was pulsing through your bodies, yours more than his as he hadn't had a sip of alcohol in about a hour, but the ease of the evening made you feel ever so infatuated by Remus. He moved closer to kiss you slowly. "I really care about you." He whispered.

"I care about you too." You whispered back.

"Thank you for coming here with me."

"Thank you for finally letting me in." You whispered back and he pecked your lips once more before going back to sit in the same position.

"I don't know what I was scared of, this is one of the best evenings I've had in a very long time."

"Me too, Sirius is lovely, and funny. I understand why you're friends." You said.

"He's great, I'm lucky to have him."

"And he's lucky to have you."

"You know when I first met Sirius I thought-" Remus began before you heard Sirius arguing with someone. "Hold on-" he said.

"Everything okay."

"Shh." He said and you both went silent. It was two male voices one was Sirius the other was familiar, a low tone and slow speech. You began to hear a quick walk up the stairs followed by Sirius. Remus quickly moved your legs off of him and moved to the other sofa as at the very moment Snape stormed through the door. "What do we have here?" Miss L/N outside school property, drinking. With a Hogwarts professor?"

"Snivellus, why have you stormed into my bloody house?" Sirius walked through the door annoyed.

"Well apparently you're busy drinking with a student."

"Not my student, I'm not a teacher." Sirius said sarcastically, Remus looked angry and frozen you didn't know what to do you just kept looking at Remus for support avoiding eye contact with Snape.

"Lupin, a man with your condition sleeping with students is not very wise." Remus didn't say anything he stood up to say something but at that very moment Sirius spoke.

"Why have you stormed into my house on a Friday evening? To make up some illusions to help your life be a little less miserable?" Sirius walked closer to Snape, it looked like Remus and Sirius were both ready to punch Snape. You had a lump in your throat, you were half expecting to wake up from this nightmare at any moment.

"Dumbledore called an emergency meeting, and if you haven't forgotten this is the headquarters for the order."

"Doesn't justify you walking through my house?"

"I had to check what you were hiding up here. I look forward to hearing how your furry friend will talk his way out of this one." Snape said with a vile tone.

"There's nothing to talk out of, it's Friday evening and I'm having a drink with my friends, shoot me." Sirius snapped, thank god Sirius was here.

"You're awfully quiet." Snape said turning around to face Lupin.

"There's nothing to say, I'm here for the meeting like you are."

"With a Hogwarts student smelling like alcohol?" Snape said accusingly.

"I can't help if she's friends with Sirius or not." Lupin said sitting down and talking another sip of his drink which was luckily water as he acted as if nothing is wrong. You looked down at the floor. Another knock on the door was heard. "Pizza! Snape you're welcome to leave." Sirius said before running downstairs. "Miss L/N I was wondering how your grades went up so quickly-"

"Oh fuck off." Remus slammed his glass on the table, stood up and in that moment Snape was hit with a stunner. He pulled his wand out and Remus disarmed him in a second. At this moment Dumbledore walked into the room, Remus was disarmed and had a look of horror on his face as he knew he had fucked up.

"Gentlemen, please stand up and explain yourselves."

"Well only one isn't standing." Sirius chipped in standing behind Dumbledore looking at Snape on the floor.

"Thank you Mr Black, I am aware." Dumbledore replied.

"I just wanted to say as far as duels go there's an obvious winner." Sirius continued. Remus's eyes were glued to the floor like a school boy who's been told off. "Remus, when you stand like that you remind me of when you were miss L/N age." Dumbledore mentioned shooting you a glance. "Now would you like to explain yourselves as to the disturbance?"

"Professor, I believe I have caught Professor Lupin doing inappropriate activities with a Hogwarts student."

"You believe?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Well yes, they were both alone here smelling of alcohol."

"Excuse me I was here too." Sirius interrupted.

"Therefore they weren't alone." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"But Miss L/N is a Hogwarts student outside campus without permission." Snape argued.

"I see she is escorted here with Professor Lupin." Dumbledore said calmly sitting down and pouring himself a drink using wandless magic.

"But they've been drinking." Snape continued.

"Well everyone here is legally an adult and it's Friday night, what else would you expect? Besides I see a glass of water right here." Dumbledore pointed to Remus's glass.

"I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore, but I don't understand how you can be so relaxed about this. We're meant to have a meeting and we find a student drinking with her professor outside Hogwarts grounds how are you allowing this?" Snape kept protesting.

"I do agree that Miss L/N shouldn't have left Hogwarts grounds during term time however she's an adult and thankfully she did have a guardian with her. Unfortunately, I'm sorry Miss L/N Professor Snape does have a point, I'm going to have to give you detention in Professor Lupin's office on Monday for leaving Hogwarts with no notice."

"And you're not punishing the teacher who allowed the student to leave?" Snape asked.

"Well I am making him run the detention aren't I?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can't believe you are so relaxed about this they are obviously involved with each other in some way."

"Whatever may happen outside Hogwarts grounds between adults does not concern me, I have no reason to believe anything inappropriate is happening in the hallways or corridors of Hogwarts."

A knock again on the door. "I hope it's pizza this time." Sirius said in a tired tone as he walked away.

"I'll escort Y/N back to Hogwarts I'm sorry professor." Remus said standing up.

"Perfect problem solved don't you think Professor Snape?" Dumbledore said with a smile. Snape did not respond. "Now let's head downstairs for that pizza." Words you never thought you would hear Dumbledore say. While waking downstairs you saw Sirius thanking the mildly concerned pizza man for it being him this time, it made you finally relax for the first time all evening. Remus walked in front of you without a word, when he reached the bottom of the stairs he simply announced. "I will be back shortly Headmaster." Before grabbing your arm and taking you back to Hogwarts. He walked you to your dorm room, there he spoke his first words to you. "I need to go. I'm sorry." And just like that he turned around and left.

You knocked on Remus's office door the next morning. You were greeted by a tired face and a slouched body, he looked alike the night after a full moon but you knew the next one was still quite a while away.

"Can we talk?" You asked and he nodded stepping aside to let you in.

"Tea?" His words were weak.

"No thank you." You said, not sitting down. "Are you going to loose your job?" You asked blatantly trying to keep a firm and controlled tone.

"No, I don't think so." He said over his shoulder while closing the door and making sure to lock it.

"Does Dumbledore know?"

"I believe he's known for quite a while." Remus ran his hand through his hair.

"But he doesn't care?"

"He made it seem like he doesn't see an issue with it as long as it doesn't affect my teaching or your learning." Remus explained.

"So business as usual? We're okay?"

"No... I'm afraid not Y/N." He said finally sitting down in his chair.

"Why? Everything is okay. Worst case scenario happened and it's all okay." You reasoned standing on the opposite side of the desk.

"Y/N we have flown too close to the sun. I am a fool for taking you there yesterday I put us in danger."

"Remus don't be-"

"I'm not being anything but honest."

"Remus the only issue here is your own fears, and it seems as though the reality is not as bad as you were afraid. Snape knows, Dumbledore knows. And you're still here, I'm still here. You didn't get fired. No one cares, why can't you let yourself be happy this one time?"

"Because when I feel happy, I let me guard down and every time, every single time something bad happens. I didn't want you to go see Sirius because I knew when it happens something bad will follow but I couldn't resist. And just like that not only Snape but Dumbledore and the whole order showed up."

"And we're okay why can't you see that? Neither of us are in trouble don't run away from a good thing when you have the chance to enjoy it."

Remus shut his eyes and rubbed his temple with his hand. No words came.

"I can't keep going through this back and forth, you need to stop hating yourself so much you're being an asshole." You snapped.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Do you know what hurts me? One day sitting in your office holding your hand and feeling happy, then the next you ignoring me in the corridors, than suddenly listening to vinyls on your best friends sofa to once again you telling me you want to start ignoring me again."

"It hurts me too."

"You have the power to stop it Remus. Just accept that we both like each other and allow it."

"I like you very much you know that." He pleaded.

"You have a pretty awful way of showing it." You confessed allowing your anger to show.

"I'm an old man."

"Ancient." You rolled your eyes. "I don't care."

"Your reputation will be tarnished."

"Tarnish it." You didn't break eye contact.

"I want you to be able to enjoy your youth, live it to the fullest."

"And a high school romance with my teacher isn't living to the fullest? Do you know how many other girls would die to touch you the way I do." His cheeks flushed red.

"The novelty will wear off girl, you'll get bored of me."

"Then let me get bored." You said leaning on his desk in front of him as he stayed sat on his chair. You were looking down at him and he was looking up at you, his legs spread wide under the desk.

"Darling are you forgetting what I am?"

"A hot professor with low self esteem?"

He laughed rolling his eyes and nodding. "A wolf." He made a howling side and grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him so now you were sitting on his legs starring intently into each other's eyes.

"You know very well that I'm not scared of wolves."

"My body is covering in scars." He broke eye contact.

"I know. And I find them all very attractive." You kissed the one on his neck that was peeking over his shirt collar.

"You know there's stigma that comes with dating a werewolf, people don't like people like me."

"Perfect filter for bigots, if they don't respect you, I don't want them in my life. And now Mr are you finished with the self loathing?"

"I've got a little left in me." He said playfully and you crashed your lips into his. "I'm finished we can move on to the part where I show you all the scars I hate."

"Perfect." You began to unbutton his shirt kissing his chest.

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“No, you cannot be her. She is far away, she is far, far away from me. She walks in starlight in another world. It was just a dream…. Do you think she could have loved me?

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Lady of All Beauty

Pairing • King Jacaerys x Tyrell reader

Wordcount • 4,690

Tags • arranged marriage, courtship, romance, fluff, wedding night, mild smut (no p. in v.)

Sent to marry King Jacaerys shortly after the end of the war, you are delighted to find out the young monarch wishes to make an effort in courting you before your wedding.

Jacaerys Masterlist

Lady of all beauty is a rose upon a thorn. —Christina Rossetti

In his two decades of life, Jacaerys had never imagined he would find himself bearing the weight of the crown so soon. He had thought of long decades at his mother’s side, learning from her ways and seeing her build a new order where a daughter could inherit from her father as easily as a son. 

War had brought its own set of hopes and doubts, but despite his fears, Jace had not imagined he would find himself climbing the steps to the Iron Throne instead of his mother, his family ravaged and the future of his line resting on his own shoulders. Slain by her own brother’s golden beast, months before he was himself poisoned, Rhaenyra had left her eldest son a line of conduct to follow, 

Jacaerys would not lament on the past, on the destruction that had taken place, but instead would work towards peace and would build a long-lasting security. He would read everything he could on his ancestor King Jaehaerys and learn from his wisdom, so that he might be called wise in his old age—despite his dark hair and the rumors that stuck to him, he would prove them wrong.

He would be a prosperous Targaryen king in his own right. A white-haired king and a woman had not satisfied the realm, so perhaps a dark-haired dragonrider would.

His first priority was to rebuild trust in the realm, and to protect it against the harsh winter that had settled over the land. In order to achieve that, he needed gold, livestock and grain, resources which the West possessed in great amounts. Therefore, within a few weeks of his settling in King’s Landing, the eldest daughters of Western lords were called to the capital.

You had never been to the East, and the possibility that you would not return to your home slightly frightened you. But it was an honor to be considered for a future queen, and as you were presented to the young King Jacaerys, you endeavored to put your best foot forward.

His decision had been swift, and when your father had announced the King had chosen you as his bride, you had felt both honored and alarmed. You had barely spoken a word to him, and only a proper greeting—rehearsed words and a low curtsy. You knew politics played a bigger part in this choice than your beauty or what he could have been told of your character. 

You would be queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the queen of peace and reconciliation, your father assured, and while the mission was one you took on with pride, you were unsure your marriage would be truly harmonious. 

Thus your trunks were packed for the short journey from the guest quarters to the royal floors, as you were immediately awarded the queen’s apartments. The young king’s choice was final, it seemed, still you expected so small amount of animosity. Your father had been bold in his decision to support King Aegon, and while you stayed away from passing judgement on his allegiances, you now feared they would have repercussions on your future.

However when you entered the royal floor, the atmosphere was welcoming. You could tell the hallway had been freshly swiped, and flowers had been placed on the columns and railings. As the doors to your new chambers opened, you were greeted by the smell of soap and more flowers—roses, to be exact.

“The king sends his apology, that he could not be here to greet you,” a maid said, her eyes low. Never before had anyone showed you this amount of deference, and you knew it would take you a while to get used to this feeling. “He requested a bath to be drawn for you in your new chambers.”

“That is most kind,” you replied gratefully, in case your words would be repeated back to him.

He did not seem like an irritable man, but instead painted the picture of gallantry and thoughtfulness. You had been surprised at how dark his hair and eyes were, but pleased at how luscious his curls looked, and the warmth of his gaze on you as you had been introduced to him had made you shiver. 

The rest of the day was spent settling in your quarters, with more maids than you had ever had, moving furniture and decorations around on your orders, helping you with your bath and clothes, and doing your hair with care. The attention felt nice, but you were still on edge, eager to see your intended again, and learn of when the wedding would take place.

You were relieved when a page came in the afternoon, informing you that you were expected for supper by the King, and your maids fussed over you again, tending to your hair and presenting you with gowns to choose from.

In the end, it was dressed in the colors of your house and with your hair flowing over your shoulders that you met with the king. You would be his wife no matter what impression you made, and his choice had likely been influenced by your dowry and not your beauty—there was no need to pretend you were her to seduce him.

“Lady Tyrell,” Jacaerys greeted when you were brought to the king’s quarters. He was still settling himself, and you were his first guest in what would likely be his apartments for decades to come. It felt strange to be alone with a young woman he did not know, especially one that would become his most intimate companion.

“My king,” you replied reverently, curtsying to him, and he felt himself flush. You were lovely, and although his choice had been made for the good of the realm, he had to admit your beauty did not leave him indifferent.

“There is no need for such formality,” he said, then licked his lips, crossing his arms at his lower back. “I apologize for not greeting you in your rooms earlier, I thought it best to allow you to settle. I did not wish to overwhelm you.”

“How thoughtful of you, my king,” you replied with a small smile. He could not say whether your reserve was shyness, or an attempt to be polite in order to hide your contempt. He hoped he could be agreeable to you, and that you might come to enjoy his company, in time. He suspected this new situation might have been confusing for you, and 

“We are strangers to one another, but we will be married soon. I intend to treat you with care, you shall not want for anything. Even though this marriage is one for political appeasement, I would like to build a sincere trust between us.”

Surprise spread over your features, along with delight, and Jacaerys cherished seeing it. Jacaerys gestured to the dinner table that had been prepared, inviting you to sit opposite of him. He had not enjoyed a proper supper with a guest in months, and it felt good to have some normalcy in his life again. As you sat in silence, your hands primly folded on your lap, it became obvious you were waiting for him to start the conversation.

“I believe we should talk about the unpleasant topics right away, so that we may move on in harmony,” he announced slowly.

“Of course,” you blinked, likely surprised. He loathed to put you in such an uncomfortable position, but he knew how devastating unsaid words could be, and how much damage they could do to a dynasty.

“Your father supported the usurper,” he stated factually, seeing your surprise turn to shock on your graceful features.

“That he did, my king,” you replied, contrite, but Jace would much rather offend you now than have the topic come haunt him later on.

“A transgression I have chosen to forgive, though I may never forget,” he said, then took a careful sip of wine, gathering his composure again. He hoped his hands were steady, as he was still unused to assert himself even though he would likely not be questioned. “We must move on and build peace together, and the realm shall be stronger for it. What say you?”

You swallowed, your eyes fleeting about the room, clearly measuring your words. He wished to say you were granted the permission to speak freely, but he refrained, curious to see what your natural answer would be to your king and intended husband. 

“I would ask that you not judge a daughter by the sins of her father,” you replied primly once the initial shock of his statement had passed, and he rather enjoyed the dignified way with which you held yourself. “And I agree, peace must come from this union.”

“I am glad we agree,” he said, then licked his lips again. “Though my counselors advise me to wed you as quickly as possible, I think it best not to rush into it,” he announced. Confusion and disappointment crossed over your face before you could control them—you were a pure beauty, and your emotions played on your features with an honesty that moved him.

“I would take the time to get to know you, first,” he clarified. “I wish to court you properly, as though I was still a prince and not the king.”

“But you are the king,” you replied with an amused smile, the tense set of your shoulders relaxing, and it was only then that you took your first sip of wine. 

“A concept still foreign to me, I’m afraid,” he answered as he finally tucked into his meal and you mirrored him, and this simple act of sharing a meal brought him more joy than he had expected. “A few months ago I was merely a prince, and my mother’s claim was still challenged. We both need some time to adapt, don’t you think?”

You nodded around a small mouthful of roast and didn’t answer, although in truth you were grateful for this time to adjust. You had not thought the young king would be so open with his emotions, nor so honest in his words. Hearing your father’s faults put so bluntly had been unexpected, but you understood that he could not afford to dance around issues—and you were grateful he considered you enough of an equal to speak in such a direct way to you. You now would only have to wait and see if his efforts would hold the courtship period.

In the following weeks, you were delighted to find out that King Jacaerys had not lied. Every morning, fresh roses were delivered to your chambers, occasionally with a handwritten note. Those gifts were not the only ones, as scented oils and soaps came in baskets, and you felt more pampered and cared for than ever before, even in your lord father’s castle. You had never dreamed that an arranged marriage could come with such attention, and from the king, no less.

You also came to know that a crowning ceremony was being planned following your wedding, so that the lords and ladies of the court, as well as the people of King’s Landing, might see you crowned as their queen. It made you hold your head high and glow with pride as you walked about the castle, becoming familiar with its hallways and staircases, its halls and gardens. 

As you adapted to life in the Red Keep, a particular aspect caught your attention—the cats roaming the corridors, chasing the mice. “The previous Hand had cats brought in after the ratcatchers were hanged,” Jacaerys had explained to you one evening as you took a stroll after supper, your hand on his arm, your steps falling in rhythm with one another.

You had always enjoyed cats whenever you had the chance to interact with them—one of your old aunts kept a few of them when you were a child, but your father never tolerated them under his roof, as they made his throat itch. You had fond memories of sunny childhood afternoons, lying on the rugs with your aunt’s furry companions, brushing their fur and listening to their soothing purrs.  

One particular morning a few days prior to the wedding, it was not a maid but the king himself who delivered a present to your chambers. You were still dressed in a nightgown and a robe, your hair loose over your shoulders—for you intended to see you in such a casual state was both unnerving and exciting, but his private, pleased smile was enough to settle your nerves. 

“I noticed your interest in them as we were walking together earlier this week,” Jacaerys explained as a golden cage was deposited on the table. It was too large to contain a bird, and when the page carrying it stepped aside, you noticed what was inside—a kitten. “I’ve been assured this one is of good breeding, and free of illness. You may keep it as a companion.”

You were so surprised you could not find your words, and Jacaerys shifted his weight under your silence, nervous to know if he had misjudged. It was not completely unusual for ladies to keep pets, but hounds were more common, and it was not often done in the capital. 

“I hope you’re pleased,” he added as a maid opened the cage and handed you the small animal. The cat immediately curled in your open palms and you cradled it to your chest, bending your neck to touch the softness of its fur with the tip of your nose. Jacaerys found the image properly endearing and his chest ached with longing—he selfishly longed to feel your tenderness for himself.

In the last few weeks he had found in you such a sweet companion, a calming presence and a bright mind, and he thanked the Gods for putting you on his path. His choice had been one for political reasons, but it had turned out to be a blessed one, and now he wished nothing but to fulfil your every desire, only to see you glow with happiness. 

“I am, my king,” you said as you finally turned to face him fully. His eyes were soft where they were fixed on you, and you felt warm under such attention.

“I do not wish for you to feel alone,” he explained, almost meekly. 

“Thank you,” you replied, handing the kitten to your maid, then taking a rushed step towards him. You stopped yourself, hesitating, but the yearning look on your intended’s face spurred you on. You could only hope your maid turned or averted her eyes, because before you could lose your nerves, you had looped your arms around his neck.

Jacaerys sighed sweetly when you pressed your lips to his, gently and tentatively—behind you, the soft sound of the cage being locked and the retreating footsteps of your maid were drowned by the rush of your own excitement in your ears.

His hands came to rest on your hips as he pressed back into the kiss, his lips molding into yours. Mingling breaths and gentle presses were all there was, until one of his hands left your hip to come cradle your face, his fingers splayed behind your ear and his thumb caressing your cheek. 

You surrendered to the sweet press of his tongue, reciprocating his gentle passion. The two of you kissed slowly, as though you had all the time in the world and nothing else on this earth mattered but the taste of the other and the warmth of your embrace. 

“I am glad this gift pleases you, my lady,” Jacaerys murmured against your lips as he pulled away. He didn’t wish to break your embrace, to burst this bubble the two of you found yourself in, where all the troubles of your stations were forgotten.

“It pleases me greatly, my king. But more so than the gift, is the fact that you wished to please me,” you replied. “You have been so good to me.”

“Which is no more than you deserve,” he said, pressing one last parting kiss to your lips before he excused himself back to his council, and left you to tend to your new furry companion.

The next few days were spent lounging on the carpets and sofas of your quarters, entertaining your kitten with feathers and threads, enjoying its quiet purring and fiery personality. Only the dressmaker interrupted your peace, reminding you of the event that would take place in less than a week—the gown that was being made was in the color of your house, with floral embroideries and pearls, and you dreaded as much as you looked forward to the day you would wear it.

“How do you think he will be?” you asked one night as your maid was braiding your hair, twirling a feather between your fingers, your kitten playing on your lap. “On the wedding night,” you clarified when she made a questioning noise.

“He has treated you so kindly, I don’t expect him to be so different in the bedchamber,” she risked answering—you saw her bite her lip in the mirror in front of you, and you chuckled. 

“Neither do I, but I’m afraid he’ll have… expectations?” you frowned slightly.

“I’m sure he will guide you, my lady,” she reassured you, and as she caught your eye in the mirror again, she added. “My queen.”

“My queen,” was the way Jacaerys addressed you as soon as the doors closed behind the two of you after the wedding banquet—he sounded reverent and almost breathless, which flustered you more than a thousand compliments ever could. 

The crown upon your head was made of roses carved in gold and rubies, a magnificent prowess of craftsmanship that he had commissioned for you. This very public declaration of his devotion to you had moved you to tears, and the way he was looking at you wearing it shook you to your core.

“My king”, you replied, and this time your words made him shiver. There was an edge to them—they were no longer words of simple reverence and respect, now they were tinted with something akin to passion, and it made his chest ache and his loins stir. Now they were spoken as his equal and not simply his subject.

“You are very beautiful,” Jacaerys said, trying to gather his composure. It was the first time he found himself alone with a woman in such an intimate setting, and the duty that was expected of him on this night made his stomach flutter with both nerves and excitement. 

“Thank you,” you answered sweetly, looking up at him from below your lashes. “How do you want me?”

Jacaerys swallowed, glancing at the bed, then a table where a pitcher of wine and two cups had been set. “Is something the matter?” you asked in a quiet voice, visibly sensitive to his discomfort.

“I must confess something to you, and I hope that you will not find me lacking, or foolish,” he sighed, taking a tentative step towards you—he was relieved when you met him halfway, curling your hands around his in a soothing gesture. He already adored your gentleness, and how intuitive you seemed.

“I would never,” you replied assuredly, even though your own hands were shaking slightly. He gripped them firmer, his thumb caressing the back of them, enjoying your soft skin.

“I have never been with a woman before,” he said in one breath, looking down at your joined hands, forcing himself to push through his shame. “It seemed in poor taste to engage in acts that could lead to unwanted consequences, outside of marriage. Therefore I never… explored, if you would pardon me the expression.”

“Oh,” you gasped when he had finished his explanation, and the full meaning of his confession dawned on you.

“I am afraid I have as much experience as you, which I assume is none,” Jacaerys said as he finally looked up, his cheeks flushed and his teeth worrying his lower lip.

“You are correct in your assumption,” you replied with an embarrassed chuckle, but you did not pull away. Jace’s heart was beating wildly in his chest, still worried that his lack of experience had displeased you.

“You are not disappointed? I suppose you expected me to guide you, to take over. I cannot.”

“The last thing I am right now is disappointed,” you assured him with a teary smile, pulling your joined hands up to your chest, clutching them in a precious display of emotion. “In truth I am delighted. I did not think of this as a possibility, but now that I know, I would not have it any other way.”

Jacaerys breathed a brief sigh of relief, but still his nerves did not lessen. “We do not have to—”

“I want to,” you were hasty to reply, only to flush as you realized what you had said. “I mean, I would like to try, if my king is so inclined.”

Jacaerys smiled, warm and genuine. “You do not need to be so formal with me anymore. Might I ask that you call me by my name, now that we are husband and wife?” he requested. “Out there I am the king, but behind closed doors, I belong to you.”

“You prefer to be called Jace, do you not?” you asked timidly. 

“Indeed,” he replied, licking his lip, and you longed to kiss him again. “Perhaps we should…” he suggested clumsily, one of his fingers tugging at the edge of your collar where your joined hands were still pressed.

It was with a shy smile that you let go of his hands, only to reach at your back and start pulling at the laces of your wedding gown. The two of you undressed in silence, facing one another but barely looking up from the plush carpet. Soon your dress, corset and shift were pooled at your feet, and for a moment you kept your eyes downcast, listening at your respective breathing, loud in the silent room. 

You trembled as you uncrossed your arms from your chest, baring it to his gaze, but instead of looking upon you he reached for your closed fists and weaved his fingers with yours. He stepped forward instead of pulling you to him, placing one of your hands on his chest.

He sighed when you pressed your palm to his heart, spreading your fingers on his soft skin. Finally, you allowed yourself to look up from the wall you had been staring at, following the line of your arm until you were seeing the expanse of creamy skin under your hand. Your new husband was slim, and his delicate build rather reassured you—his pale skin was spattered with occasional freckles, and a shameful thought about kissing them crossed your mind.

Jacaerys forced himself to breathe slowly as he watched you explore his body with your eyes, and soon he was doing the same, letting his gaze roam your bare skin. From the shape of your breasts to the swell of your hips, you looked as perfect as he could have ever imagined, and the task of pleasing you seemed daunting. He was afraid of scaring you, or soiling you with his inexperienced desires.

He sighed out loud when your hand started traveling from his heart to the center of his chest, then down until you could curl your fingers at his side. You flushed as you looked down, seeing the shaft that hung between his legs, and for a moment your stomach clenched in anxiety, unsure how such an appendage was to fit within you. 

You seemed to lose your composure for a moment, but fortunately your husband was here to comfort you. Jacaerys closed the space between your bodies, pressing gently into you as his lips pressed to yours. You were quick to respond and open beneath him, your hand drifting to his back, pulling him in as you kissed him. The hot line of his body against yours intoxicated your senses, and a low heat appeared between your thighs, an ember waiting to be fanned into a flame.

His kiss was more passionate than usual, but just as careful, as he guided you to the bed. As you lowered yourself to the sheets and he followed you laying down side by side, you melted into his kiss as his hands roamed your body. You were delighted to find as much pleasure in touching him as you were receiving from him touching you—palms pressed into soft skin, fingers mapped freckles and curves, and mouths chased the sweetest spots to kiss, murmuring half-formed words.

Jacaerys breathed a shaky whimper as your knee slid up his hip, pressing his shaft to your core. He could already tell he would not impress you by his performance, and for a moment he was even afraid he would not last until he was inside of you to spill. It felt as though his skin was stretched too tight over his bones, each of your careful touches a blaze across his nerves.

“Maybe we shouldn’t—” he whispered, even though the tremors in his body suggested nothing but desire.

“We do not have to,” you suggested timidly, the feeling of his shaft twitching against your core making you ache sweetly. “We do not have to fully consummate… Not tonight, anyway.”

“Would you think terribly of me if we did not?” he asked after a moment of quiet contemplation, your hips still slowly rocking against his. “I do not know if I’m quite ready. I would make you feel good, if that is all that we do.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, hiding your shyness in the crook of his neck. “I simply want to feel your skin on mine,” you confessed, one of your hands reaching up to tangle in his thick curls.

You gasped as he grew bolder, no doubt made more confident by this agreement between the two of you. You closed your eyes and allowed your instincts to take over, as well as the pull of his body against yours, pressed tightly until you were almost one. 

Jace’s head spun as you wrapped your legs around him, your ankles locking at the back of his thighs, using them as leverage. His length trapped between the two of you, the glide of your bodies made easy by your own desire, and your soft sighs of pleasure were enough to make him feel like he was flying. He reveled in how you trembled, and in the way your hips ground back into his. 

He murmured encouragements in your ear, kissing your shoulder lovingly, and you grew bolder, seeking the sweet peak you knew would soon erupt between your thighs. You had never thought you would feel such a thing in his arms, only ever in the privacy of your own chambers, alone and in shame. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Jacaerys sighed, his voice wrecked by his own pleasure, and the awe of his tone was your undoing. You cried out, moans that were soon swallowed by a kiss, as your peak took over your body, waves of heat crashing over you as your core pulsed.

You could hardly comprehend what was happening, clinging to him as your bodies rocked together a few more times, then stilled. You chuckled as he murmured an apology, reaching for a corner of the sheets to wipe the mess on your stomach. 

A reverent sort of silence fell over the two of you—overtaken by emotion, neither of you trusted your voice not to break nor their words to carry out your thoughts properly. You nestled against his chest, ear pressed to his thundering heart, and your body turned loose and pliant as its hammering slowed down.

It felt good to be held in the cradle of another’s body, and tucked along the slim frame of your young king and husband, you found a place of rest and comfort.

You had not consummated your marriage in the way the Faith and law were expecting you to, but you had found something more precious that night—trust and tenderness, on which you would build the rest of your marriage.

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[v0relino]

GOOOODDDDDD THIS WAS GOOOOOOOOOD

i was FINE until i read "my precious girl" and started kicking my feet, giggling, and blushing like a fucking little girl with a CRUSH 🥹

The only one

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” “So it’s our dirty little secret then?”

Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You’re Bilbo's adopted human daughter and he takes you along on the journey. Kili has his heart set on you and after getting involved in the fight he gets angry with you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation.

Warnings: public sex, arguing, jealous Kili, hickeys, p in v sex, hickeys??? Idk what else I always forget

a/n: I did not proofread and its lowkey a summary of the first movie? This is my first smut regarding anyone in the tolkien universe but I did write some sad fluff at some point lmao. Anyways, please like and send any requests if you want <3 tags go absolutely wild

You’ve been an adopted hobbit for the last 18 years of your life, Bilbo was always comforted in the known so when he brought you along with him and the dwarfs on their journey you were beyond surprised. Your presence was unexpected for everyone, except Gandalf of course, and most of the company was against your involvement. The dwarves saw you as frail and weak, the only one on your side was your dad, but of course he was.

Kili has kept an eye out for you since you joined the company, he makes sure you're safe and also just enjoys looking at you.

__________

When Elrond and his fellow elves come back the dwarves pull you and your father behind them and create a circle around you. You stay behind your Bilbo as the elves talk with Gandalf.

Upon your entrance to their dining room you look around with wonder, you sit down between Kili and your dad. “They're so beautiful,” you whisper to Bilbo, he nods with a gentle but awkward smile. Kili’s ears twitch as he looks around, his eyes narrow on an elf who has his eyes on you, he moves closer to you wrapping his arm around you.

“You think so?” Kili questions, his jaw clenching slightly, “I think us dwarves are better looking, stronger too.” he says pridefully, you chuckle in response.

“Is it a competition now?” you cock your head, “You’re very good looking too, Kili.” he smiles wide.

“Is that so? I am the best looking of all of the company, aside from Thorin of course.” you laugh, putting your hand on his arm.

“A bit full of yourself huh?” he shoves your shoulder gently in response. Kilis arms finds its way around your waist as he continues to glare at the elf who dared to look at you, who did he even think he was.

Gandalf, Bilbo, and Thorin wander off with Lord Elrond, leaving you with the dwarfs. You watch quietly, laughing with them and listening to their conversations before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Kili quietly sits next to you letting your head fall to his shoulder he smiles, covering you up with a blanket.

__________

After the company left the palace Thorin led everyone to the Misty Mountains, Kili keeps you in front of him. He insists that it’s better that way so if you fall he can catch you. As the rain picks up your feet slip under you, Kili and Fili grasp your arms quickly, pulling you back onto the ledge.

“Thank you,” you say softly as your eyes look over the ledge. Kili keeps a hold of your arm tightly as you all try to avoid the stone giant's blasts. The ground splits under your feet as the mountain takes shape as a giant, you grab onto the stone behind you before everyone begins to slide forward.

The stone giant slams into the mountain, throwing everyone off of it and onto the ground. Thorin yells for his nephews as the rest of the company runs over, Kili helps you up dusting your clothes off and checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.

After all the commotion everyone settles into the cave, Bilbo pulls you off to the side and quietly talks to you, he tells you about his plan to leave once everyone is asleep. “Why dad? What's wrong?” you whisper to him.

“Thorin is right, we never should've left home, I’ve put you in danger and I can’t let anything else happen to you.” he sighs as he runs his hand through your hair, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” he smiles reassuringly.

You both gather all of your stuff and sneak out, he leads you by the hand. He pulls you behind him as he talks with Bofur, you stay quiet looking around the cave. You didn’t really want to leave the company, I mean they were becoming your friends, you enjoyed the company.

“Y/N?” Kili mumbles as he looks up at you, he yawns. “Where are you going?” You crouch down putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Go back to sleep Kili, you need your rest,” you smile sweetly.

The floor splits and you slip down with everyone, Bilbo gets away but you are guided off with the dwarves. Your eyes fill with terror as you look around, you take a hold of Kilis hand squeezing tight as the goblins push you all around. You cower behind him, holding onto his shirt tightly.

Once you get out the dwarves all argue over where your dad went, your head drops as you think that your dad couldn't possibly have left you all alone. He reappears and you rush over to hug him, his hands drop to your waist as he smiles.

“Y/N!” Kili and Bilbo yell at you as you try to defend the dwarves with your small blade; it goes into the center of the wargs head, and Kili grabs you and pulls you up to the tree with him. His hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you close.

“Don’t move,” Kili’s voice is angry as he demands you to stay put. His hands dig into your slides as you look below your feet. Kili’s hands slip away as they start to throw the pinecones, the tree begins to fall, you grasp onto the trunk as tight as you can. His hands wrap around the tree, his eyes focused on you.

As Thorin and your father begin to fight the orcs, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, you try to focus on anything but the attack of Thorin. Kili pulls you up and onto the ground, insisting you stay put as they go to fight. You look forward, clutching the blade you retrieved from the corpse tight. As all of the commotion ensues you feel yourself being picked up by an eagle.

Once you all are in a safe place you watch as Gandalf helps heal Thorin. You stand next to your dad, holding onto his arm, as Thorin goes in for a hug you let go of him and move back. Your eyes wander to Kili who turns his head in order to avoid eye contact with you.

As the company moves forward you come across an area close to a river, Gandalf suggests that you all take a break and bathe. You and Kili were the last to go, you were paired up at the recommendation of Fili.

Kili guides you to the river, holding his weapon close to his chest, he’s been giving you the silent treatment after you got in between a fight. “You can bathe here, I’ll keep watch.” his voice stern.

“Kili..” your voice trails off as you look at his back, trying to pull his attention to you.

“Y/N, just take your bath. It’s getting dark.” Kili’s tone is extremely cold. You pout your lips as you begin pulling your clothing off slowly, once you finish you slip into the cold water.

“You can turn back now,” you say softly before you dip all the way under the water, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. After a while you break the surface of the water sliding your hands over your face pulling the water back with your hair. Kili had turned around keeping his eyes on everything but you.

“Kili,” you wave him over, “come here, please.” you bite your lip as he gives you a bored expression.

“What is it?” he walks close to the bank of the river, his eyes scanning your face.

“Shouldn’t you join me? You're supposed to bathe as well,” he sighs, turning his back to you again.

“Fine, turn away.” he sets down his sword and strips quickly. You face the other way as he slips into the water with you.

“Kili, what is your problem?” you huff, spinning around with your arms crossed over your breasts.

“What do you mean?” his eyes are half closed as he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.

You move closer to him, “I mean, you’re acting so rude for no reason. You won’t look at me, you barely talk to me, you’re being so dumb” you glare at him, “So what is your problem?” he rolls his eyes at you.

“I don’t know maybe the fact that you threw yourself into harm's way? You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he yells at you while running his hand through his hair.

“Calm down Kili,” you move close to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I didn’t expect you to get all worked up like this, I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to help.” your eyebrows furrow as you look down.

His warm hands grasp your upper arms “You really worried me Y/N,” he presses his forehead against yours.

“You worried about me?” a sly smile paints itself on your lips, “does that mean you like me Kili?” your voice is soft and teasing. His ears turn a deep shade of crimson as he turns his head up.

“Y/N cut that out,” he puts his hand on the side of your neck, his eyes flick to your lips.

“Cut what out?” you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself close to him.

“You know what,” he clenches his jaw, your hands running down his back as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Kili pulls your face to his, hovering his lips over yours “Quit teasing me,” he whispers. Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, cradling it as you push your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he hugs you tighter against him.

“Mahal,” he pulls away, pressing soft kisses down your face and onto your neck. You lean back letting his lips trail over your body, your nails scratch his scalp softly as you arch into him.

“Amrâlimê,” he whispers against your collarbone, “you’re driving me insane,” Kili groans. He grasps your face pulling you in for an intimate kiss, he’s getting more intense with his affections, his hands squeezing your hips roughly.

Your hand trails down his chest tracing every muscle on his stomach, he begins grinding against you while holding your hips against him. Pulling away from the kiss you gasp for air, leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrap your hands in his hair pulling it off to the side. Kissing his neck roughly you begin to leave soft marks on his flesh as he massages your ass.

“Y/N..” he mumbles into your ear, you moan softly as he picks you up, moving into shallow water. “Can we..?” his ears flush as he looks away, “I mean, would you mind?” you chuckle softly.

“Mhm,” you move your hips against his thigh, feeling him twitch underneath you. “But we’ll have to be quick..” you kiss his shoulder as his hands pull your hips up, he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the tip in.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he says gently, his hand finding its way to your neck grabbing ahold of it pulling your head back as you moan softly. He bucks his hips up into you, leaning forward you bury your face into his nape hugging him tight as you moan into his skin.

“My precious girl,” he groans as he slowly begins moving your hips up and down, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving red marks. You moan into his ear as you begin riding him, your arms wrap tight around his neck, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze around his dick.

Kili cradles your head against him, holding you as close as he can, thrusting up into you pushing as deep as he can. Your head falls onto his shoulder, he moves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles into it.

“I’m so close,” you moan, Kili nods in response.

“Me too,” he groans, his hands exploring every part of your body as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

“Hey, Y/N, Kili, hurry it up.” Fili yells to you, causing the both of you to jolt up. Kili pushes himself into you as deep as he can. You bite your lip as you cum around him, your hole pulsing.

Your back arches, silent gasps leaving your open mouth as you ride out your high. Your whole body seems to tense up causing Kili to groan while he cums deep inside you. He pulls you off of him giving you a sweet kiss.

“Now we really need to clean up, and fast.” He says lowly, his hands creep up from behind you gasping your sides as he pulls you into deeper water to rinse off. You sigh contently as he holds your body close to his.

After quickly cleaning yourselves up; you both get out, drying off before putting your clothes back on.

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” you bite your lip as you turn to him, his eyebrows furrow. “Bilbo might actually get so mad he tries to kill you,” you giggle softly as his face relaxes.

“So it’s our dirty little secret then?” coming close to you he wraps his arms around your neck giving you a deep kiss. “But we will get to tell everyone later, right?” he pulls back, eyes scanning yours.

“Yes, Kili,” you kiss the tip of his nose, hands resting on his shoulders, “but let's wait it out for a bit, okay?” he smiles in response.

[v0relino]

The only one

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” “So it’s our dirty little secret then?”

Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You’re Bilbo's adopted human daughter and he takes you along on the journey. Kili has his heart set on you and after getting involved in the fight he gets angry with you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation.

Warnings: public sex, arguing, jealous Kili, hickeys, p in v sex, hickeys??? Idk what else I always forget

a/n: I did not proofread and its lowkey a summary of the first movie? This is my first smut regarding anyone in the tolkien universe but I did write some sad fluff at some point lmao. Anyways, please like and send any requests if you want <3 tags go absolutely wild

You’ve been an adopted hobbit for the last 18 years of your life, Bilbo was always comforted in the known so when he brought you along with him and the dwarfs on their journey you were beyond surprised. Your presence was unexpected for everyone, except Gandalf of course, and most of the company was against your involvement. The dwarves saw you as frail and weak, the only one on your side was your dad, but of course he was.

Kili has kept an eye out for you since you joined the company, he makes sure you're safe and also just enjoys looking at you.

__________

When Elrond and his fellow elves come back the dwarves pull you and your father behind them and create a circle around you. You stay behind your Bilbo as the elves talk with Gandalf.

Upon your entrance to their dining room you look around with wonder, you sit down between Kili and your dad. “They're so beautiful,” you whisper to Bilbo, he nods with a gentle but awkward smile. Kili’s ears twitch as he looks around, his eyes narrow on an elf who has his eyes on you, he moves closer to you wrapping his arm around you.

“You think so?” Kili questions, his jaw clenching slightly, “I think us dwarves are better looking, stronger too.” he says pridefully, you chuckle in response.

“Is it a competition now?” you cock your head, “You’re very good looking too, Kili.” he smiles wide.

“Is that so? I am the best looking of all of the company, aside from Thorin of course.” you laugh, putting your hand on his arm.

“A bit full of yourself huh?” he shoves your shoulder gently in response. Kilis arms finds its way around your waist as he continues to glare at the elf who dared to look at you, who did he even think he was.

Gandalf, Bilbo, and Thorin wander off with Lord Elrond, leaving you with the dwarfs. You watch quietly, laughing with them and listening to their conversations before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Kili quietly sits next to you letting your head fall to his shoulder he smiles, covering you up with a blanket.

__________

After the company left the palace Thorin led everyone to the Misty Mountains, Kili keeps you in front of him. He insists that it’s better that way so if you fall he can catch you. As the rain picks up your feet slip under you, Kili and Fili grasp your arms quickly, pulling you back onto the ledge.

“Thank you,” you say softly as your eyes look over the ledge. Kili keeps a hold of your arm tightly as you all try to avoid the stone giant's blasts. The ground splits under your feet as the mountain takes shape as a giant, you grab onto the stone behind you before everyone begins to slide forward.

The stone giant slams into the mountain, throwing everyone off of it and onto the ground. Thorin yells for his nephews as the rest of the company runs over, Kili helps you up dusting your clothes off and checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.

After all the commotion everyone settles into the cave, Bilbo pulls you off to the side and quietly talks to you, he tells you about his plan to leave once everyone is asleep. “Why dad? What's wrong?” you whisper to him.

“Thorin is right, we never should've left home, I’ve put you in danger and I can’t let anything else happen to you.” he sighs as he runs his hand through your hair, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” he smiles reassuringly.

You both gather all of your stuff and sneak out, he leads you by the hand. He pulls you behind him as he talks with Bofur, you stay quiet looking around the cave. You didn’t really want to leave the company, I mean they were becoming your friends, you enjoyed the company.

“Y/N?” Kili mumbles as he looks up at you, he yawns. “Where are you going?” You crouch down putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Go back to sleep Kili, you need your rest,” you smile sweetly.

The floor splits and you slip down with everyone, Bilbo gets away but you are guided off with the dwarves. Your eyes fill with terror as you look around, you take a hold of Kilis hand squeezing tight as the goblins push you all around. You cower behind him, holding onto his shirt tightly.

Once you get out the dwarves all argue over where your dad went, your head drops as you think that your dad couldn't possibly have left you all alone. He reappears and you rush over to hug him, his hands drop to your waist as he smiles.

“Y/N!” Kili and Bilbo yell at you as you try to defend the dwarves with your small blade; it goes into the center of the wargs head, and Kili grabs you and pulls you up to the tree with him. His hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you close.

“Don’t move,” Kili’s voice is angry as he demands you to stay put. His hands dig into your slides as you look below your feet. Kili’s hands slip away as they start to throw the pinecones, the tree begins to fall, you grasp onto the trunk as tight as you can. His hands wrap around the tree, his eyes focused on you.

As Thorin and your father begin to fight the orcs, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, you try to focus on anything but the attack of Thorin. Kili pulls you up and onto the ground, insisting you stay put as they go to fight. You look forward, clutching the blade you retrieved from the corpse tight. As all of the commotion ensues you feel yourself being picked up by an eagle.

Once you all are in a safe place you watch as Gandalf helps heal Thorin. You stand next to your dad, holding onto his arm, as Thorin goes in for a hug you let go of him and move back. Your eyes wander to Kili who turns his head in order to avoid eye contact with you.

As the company moves forward you come across an area close to a river, Gandalf suggests that you all take a break and bathe. You and Kili were the last to go, you were paired up at the recommendation of Fili.

Kili guides you to the river, holding his weapon close to his chest, he’s been giving you the silent treatment after you got in between a fight. “You can bathe here, I’ll keep watch.” his voice stern.

“Kili..” your voice trails off as you look at his back, trying to pull his attention to you.

“Y/N, just take your bath. It’s getting dark.” Kili’s tone is extremely cold. You pout your lips as you begin pulling your clothing off slowly, once you finish you slip into the cold water.

“You can turn back now,” you say softly before you dip all the way under the water, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. After a while you break the surface of the water sliding your hands over your face pulling the water back with your hair. Kili had turned around keeping his eyes on everything but you.

“Kili,” you wave him over, “come here, please.” you bite your lip as he gives you a bored expression.

“What is it?” he walks close to the bank of the river, his eyes scanning your face.

“Shouldn’t you join me? You're supposed to bathe as well,” he sighs, turning his back to you again.

“Fine, turn away.” he sets down his sword and strips quickly. You face the other way as he slips into the water with you.

“Kili, what is your problem?” you huff, spinning around with your arms crossed over your breasts.

“What do you mean?” his eyes are half closed as he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.

You move closer to him, “I mean, you’re acting so rude for no reason. You won’t look at me, you barely talk to me, you’re being so dumb” you glare at him, “So what is your problem?” he rolls his eyes at you.

“I don’t know maybe the fact that you threw yourself into harm's way? You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he yells at you while running his hand through his hair.

“Calm down Kili,” you move close to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I didn’t expect you to get all worked up like this, I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to help.” your eyebrows furrow as you look down.

His warm hands grasp your upper arms “You really worried me Y/N,” he presses his forehead against yours.

“You worried about me?” a sly smile paints itself on your lips, “does that mean you like me Kili?” your voice is soft and teasing. His ears turn a deep shade of crimson as he turns his head up.

“Y/N cut that out,” he puts his hand on the side of your neck, his eyes flick to your lips.

“Cut what out?” you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself close to him.

“You know what,” he clenches his jaw, your hands running down his back as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Kili pulls your face to his, hovering his lips over yours “Quit teasing me,” he whispers. Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, cradling it as you push your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he hugs you tighter against him.

“Mahal,” he pulls away, pressing soft kisses down your face and onto your neck. You lean back letting his lips trail over your body, your nails scratch his scalp softly as you arch into him.

“Amrâlimê,” he whispers against your collarbone, “you’re driving me insane,” Kili groans. He grasps your face pulling you in for an intimate kiss, he’s getting more intense with his affections, his hands squeezing your hips roughly.

Your hand trails down his chest tracing every muscle on his stomach, he begins grinding against you while holding your hips against him. Pulling away from the kiss you gasp for air, leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrap your hands in his hair pulling it off to the side. Kissing his neck roughly you begin to leave soft marks on his flesh as he massages your ass.

“Y/N..” he mumbles into your ear, you moan softly as he picks you up, moving into shallow water. “Can we..?” his ears flush as he looks away, “I mean, would you mind?” you chuckle softly.

“Mhm,” you move your hips against his thigh, feeling him twitch underneath you. “But we’ll have to be quick..” you kiss his shoulder as his hands pull your hips up, he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the tip in.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he says gently, his hand finding its way to your neck grabbing ahold of it pulling your head back as you moan softly. He bucks his hips up into you, leaning forward you bury your face into his nape hugging him tight as you moan into his skin.

“My precious girl,” he groans as he slowly begins moving your hips up and down, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving red marks. You moan into his ear as you begin riding him, your arms wrap tight around his neck, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze around his dick.

Kili cradles your head against him, holding you as close as he can, thrusting up into you pushing as deep as he can. Your head falls onto his shoulder, he moves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles into it.

“I’m so close,” you moan, Kili nods in response.

“Me too,” he groans, his hands exploring every part of your body as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

“Hey, Y/N, Kili, hurry it up.” Fili yells to you, causing the both of you to jolt up. Kili pushes himself into you as deep as he can. You bite your lip as you cum around him, your hole pulsing.

Your back arches, silent gasps leaving your open mouth as you ride out your high. Your whole body seems to tense up causing Kili to groan while he cums deep inside you. He pulls you off of him giving you a sweet kiss.

“Now we really need to clean up, and fast.” He says lowly, his hands creep up from behind you gasping your sides as he pulls you into deeper water to rinse off. You sigh contently as he holds your body close to his.

After quickly cleaning yourselves up; you both get out, drying off before putting your clothes back on.

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” you bite your lip as you turn to him, his eyebrows furrow. “Bilbo might actually get so mad he tries to kill you,” you giggle softly as his face relaxes.

“So it’s our dirty little secret then?” coming close to you he wraps his arms around your neck giving you a deep kiss. “But we will get to tell everyone later, right?” he pulls back, eyes scanning yours.

“Yes, Kili,” you kiss the tip of his nose, hands resting on his shoulders, “but let's wait it out for a bit, okay?” he smiles in response.

[v0relino]

Sweet like nectar

||Summary; Thanks to @mossthebogwitch’s NSFW HC post with Kíli, I can't stop thinking about Oral fixated Kíli. So have some smut of a pussy drunk Kíli. (I can finally put my CoD fic reading to use and use the skills I’ve obtained)

||Warning; Smut with absolutely no plot.

||Pronouns; You/yours, 2nd person, AFAB Body

||Back to; The Hobbit Masterlist 1

||Travel to; The Hobbit Masterlist 2, Navigation

||Wordcount; 643

||Notes; I’m so sorry about this. This is my first time writing & publishing smut.

||Translations; Amrâlimê* = My Lovd

Legs spread, back arched and eyes rolled to the back of your head. That’s what you had been like for hours — it felt like it had been hours to you, at least.

Your dwarven prince lay between your legs. Eyes closed and nose and chin covered in a mixture of your juices and his saliva. He was making an absolute mess of himself and your cunt. But he didn't care. The messier it was, the better it was, he found.

It had started with the two of you retiring from a long night of partying with the company. Both bodies buzzing with dwarven brewed mead as you giggled and stumbled your way to your shared bedchamber.

Once the door was closed, things had changed. Things got heated and the clothes of both participants flung in a haphazard rush all around the room.

Kíli had trailed kisses down your body, further and further down until he got to your core. There, he buried his head and never returned.

He felt bad. He really did… or did he? He had meant to eat you out for your pleasure. Not his own. But your taste. Oh, Mahal, your taste… You were sweet, like nectar. And he, a simple working bee.

You were like the mead he drank in the halls with the company, but sweeter. And he couldn't get enough of it.

He bucked his hips pathetically into the furs beneath him. His leaky, painfully hard cock seeping pre into the furs. If he could, he’d stay buried here, right between your legs forever.

“Kí…” You cry. The air in your lungs is non-existent as you pant and moan. Your cry, a mix of a plea and an actual cry as tears glide down your cheeks in steady streams. Your face is screwed in overstimulation as you try to pull away from Kíli’s mouth, but he’s got you locked down where he wants you.

His arms snaked around your thighs, planting his big, dwarven hands on your hips, pinning you down, not allowing you to move.

Your usually alert, caring prince is long gone. In his place, a simple dwarror addicted to your sweet, sweet nectar. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He’s not had his fill.

His eyebrows knit tightly together as you try and squirm out of his grasp. And he lets out a combination of a moan and a growl. His nose bumping against your sensitive, overfired clit. Making everything oh so much more overstimulating.

His tongue is properly working you. Sliding in and out of your soft, gummy walls. Lapping right at the core of your nectar. His scruff scratching you around, making everything so much more worse.

“Kí!” You cry out again. This time with a higher pitch. More pleading, more desperate in tone. And he can tell by the way you tighten around his tongue that you’re close to what would be your second orgasm of the night. “Please…” You sob. Your usually strong voice had completely broken down.

“Let go for me, Amrâlimê.” Kíli’s voice finally reaches your ears in a growl. It sounded like honey to your ears and it went straight to your core. Tightening the coily. And it doesn't help that he’s still pressed up against your puffy, swollen cunt.

As soon as he finished his order, he went back to feasting on you as if he’s never eaten before. If not more eagerly than before.

And before you could do or say anything, your second orgasm came barrelling through you. The coil snapped with such ferocity it left you blissful. You weren't just seeing stars. You were seeing universes.

But Kíli couldn't stop. He was mindlessly drunk on your nectar and it was like an addiction. He needed more. He had to have more. It was that raw need that overwhelmed him.

He continued to hump the bed as he kept his head buried between your thighs. He couldn't he satisfied until you were mindless as well. Dumb off of his tongue until you can’t form words.

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I always see posts about elves having sensitive ears. BUT WHAT ABOUT DWARVES??? their ears are big as FUCK and you're gonna tell me they're normal? no thank you

Anyways here are my Kili headcanons

Race wise, you are literally anything but a dwarf (bc its more fun that way)

It all begins when you are simply trying to help him out

You saw a long strand of hair in his face and did the sweet thing of putting it behind his ear

What you didn’t expect was to hear his breath hitch with you doing so

He looked up at you with a bewildered look before smirking 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you really not know?” His smile grew of course

“Know what?” 

He got closer and whispered “how sensitive dwarf ears are”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Like anyone EVER you wanted to play with this knowledge

A while later you came back up to him

He was practicing his shooting so you snuck up behind him

You pulled all the hair that had fallen in-front of his ear, behind them

You let the tips of your fingers graze the top of his ear

His breath unsettled again and he shut his eyes

The arrow shot out of his hand and far off from his target on the wall

“What are you doing to me amrâlimê”

He threw the quiver off his shoulder and his bow down

He turned to you and placed his hands on your waist

“Are they really that sensitive?”

“You have no idea.”

He pressed his lips to yours passionately

You smiled into the kiss and reached back up

You cupped his head

Your fingers found the shell of his ears again

This time he freely moaned into your mouth

WHY DIDN’T HE SAY SOMETHING SOONER

ok lol this is all I have

just a thought yk

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Headcanon: riding them the first time

A/N; No one asked for this, but i, once again, fell into the lotr/hobbit hole. So there is that. Now I will probably disappear for another year before posting any stories. Enjoy!

Rating: 18+ minors avert your eyes

Warnings: smut!, a tiny bit of degradation

Characters involved: Kili, Fili, Thranduil

Kili:

The first time you literally flipped him over to be on top, his eyebrows shot up so high on his forehead you were worried they would never return to normal

Boy was he surprised

He is usually a talker, loves to tease you in and outside of the bedroom but at that moment, he was speechless

For a few seconds he just stared at you, not knowing what the fuck he was supposed to do now since he was usually the one on top

You started out slow , just grinding against him which had him gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises

Honestly he wouldn’t be able to stop moaning because it felt so fucking good

And the way you look, fuck. Enjoying yourself, literally using him for your own pleasure

From that day on, he was the one almost begging you to ride him

Fili:

Fili, like his brother, was surprised to have you on top of him but he recovered quickly and had a shit eating grin plastered on his face “Alright then...”

He would quiet literally lean back and enjoy the show, giving you some encouraging words along the way

“Doing so good, love. Keep going.”

“That’s it, make yourself cum.”

Would shamelessly grab, kiss, bite and lick any inch of skin he could find

Grabs your hips to keep you still once he noticed you’re close, just to hear you whimper and beg him to let you cum

“Not yet, love. You got to work for it.”

When he feels like you deserve to cum, he would just grab the back of your neck and pull you down to him before fucking up into you with a intensity that lets you see stars

Safe to say its his new favorite position

Thranduil:

He felt insulted the first time you mentioned your desire to be on top for once

Thranduil is a king. A king has to be in control

He agreed to try it after lots of convincing (and to shut you up)

Once you finally settled on top of him, with his cock deep inside of you, he had the audacity to look bored. Bored!

Tried really hard to look unaffected when you started to move, but you did notice him licking his lips at the way your boobs bounced right in his face

He kept his hands at his sides, denying you the pleasure of his hands on your body even when you begged him to touch you, to guide you

Would definitely start mocking you when your legs gave out right before your orgasm

“What is it, meleth nin? You wanted to do this on your own, didn’t you?”

“Look at my stupid little girl, cant even ride her king properly.”

Finally had mercy on you when you started to cry from frustration and desperation

“No, no don’t cry now little star. I will show you how it’s done.”

Would fuck and overstimulate you for hours to remind you why he is the one on top

Secretly likes you on top anyway

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sirius signing to regulus to never speak to him again across the hall when regulus comes back after christmas with the mark

regulus who taught them both sign language incase one day walburga hurt sirius bad enough he wouldn't be able to speak

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HARRY COLLETT

Interview, Targaryen Bastard

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im actually devastated

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

sirius has always known that. it was one of the first things his tutors told him when he was barely a toddler, and it was mentioned in some hogwarts' classes once or twice.

he sometimes ponders about it, how certain magic wasn't everlasting.

he witnessed it once, in his seventh year. the war had already started, and with each passing day, more and more students got black letters delivered, all of them mentioning some recently deceased relative. it was a third year ravenclaw girl he doesn't quite remember, but who always carried a fairy doll that her uncle enchanted to act like a living one. she always carried it in her pocket and let her out when she was bored or to show it to other students.

the day she got her letter at breakfast, she frantically searched her robes and took out the little doll, and it looked just like that, a doll. no more flapping wings, tiny giggles and fairy dust, just a toy. she burst into tears then, and was inconsolable for months.

it's one of sirius' most vivid memories.

it seemed so bizarre.

he prayed something like that never happened to him, because it would hurt. it would destroy him.

he was only given enchanted things by the people he loved the most, so he would know immediately if any of the different trinkets were to just go dull. the second it happened, he would know he has to face a reality without one the fundamental beings of his very self. it terrified him.

it was one of his biggest fears.

and it happened to him.

it was a thursday afternoon.

they had a rare free day. no fights, no funerals and no war in his and remus' flat, not for that day. james and peter were there too, an 'afternoon with the lads' they called it. they were laying on the living room, sprawled all over, bowie on the record player and cards on the table along with some beers.

he was on the way to the kitchen when he felt his hair falling out of the messy bun he did in the morning.

and, with a little clink, there was a metal star hairpin on the ground.

he knew then.

it was a secret, how he kept that hairpin. well, not a secret per se, but no one knew where it actually came from. only sirius.

no one knew he had the most horrendous time trying to tie his hair when it was long enough to do so. his hair was just as temperamental as him, which meant that they usually didn't get along. he suffered for months until that hairpin was gifted to him.

sirius didn't quite know how it really worked, just that it was charmed to make everything easier. he just had to think about the hairstyle he wanted for the day, and the hairpin would do it, shrinking or getting bigger if it was necessary, securing his hair perfectly and without much fuss.

no one knew that except sirius.

and regulus, who gifted it to him in his third year.

regulus.

his baby brother.

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

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distracted

Robb Stark x fem! Reader || 18+, MDNI! 

Synopsis: „How am I supposed to sit here, planning a war, when you’re over there, looking like that?“ 

c.w.: smut!! (seriously, this is really just smut with barely any plot) - piv, unprotected sex, hints of praise kink, breeding kink (never thought I’d ever tag one of my fics like that, but here we are, the things Robb Stark gets me to write …); established relationship, wife!reader 

w.c.: 1.7k || masterlist

AN: more plot-heavier Robb fics are coming soon, but I just had to write this purely self-indulgent smut fic first ... Hope you enjoy!

Usually, you’d describe yourself as a fairly patient person. 

Usually. 

However, there are certain situations in which you tend to be the complete opposite of patient - like tonight, for example. 

In your defense, you’ve been waiting for Robb to join you in bed for quite some time now. And you know that he’s not keeping you waiting to spite you - by the seven, you know that he’s got a war to plan, and thinking about that gets you frustrated even more with your own impatience tonight -, you know what’s keeping him so preoccupied, know how important that is, but somehow, you can’t help it.

Not when Robb is right there, sitting at the table in your tent, several maps spread out on the table around him, tousled curls falling into his face, wearing nothing but a thin robe that’s already started to slip off his shoulders, revealing the planes of his broad, muscular chest. 

You can’t help the soft sigh, full of yearning that escapes you then - finally earning you Robb’s attention. 

When he looks over at you, his eyes visibly widen. Suddenly, you feel your cheeks burning up and fight the urge to grab the thick fur covers lying next to you to cover up your naked body. 

You’ve been lying here in bed, waiting, for what feels like an eternity now, and with the thick furs covering you and the warm fire crackling a few feet away from you, you’d started feeling incredibly hot under the thick covers, so you’d thrown them aside. Purely for the sake of not feeling like you’re being roasted alive anymore, of course. 

Though you can’t deny that Robb’s reaction to seeing you like this is even better than the sensation of relief that washed over you after you’d thrown the blankets aside. 

He bites down on his lips, and you can see him clenching his fists. It’s too bad that the table is blocking the lower half of his body from your view - 

Just then, Robb groans, the sound low and intense. 

Suddenly, you feel even hotter than when you’d still been under the covers. 

Robb shakes his head at you, his eyes hungrily taking in your naked form. „How am I supposed to sit here, planning a war, when you’re over there, looking like that?“ 

At Robb’s words, you bite down hard on your lip, feeling your cheeks burn up. You can’t help it. 

Sometimes, when you’re together with Robb, you still feel like a maiden, young and innocent, as if you and Robb haven’t been married for some time now. 

As if he didn’t already touch you in ways that have desire pooling between your legs, just thinking about them. 

As if he didn’t already say things to you that turned your entire body to jelly in his arms. 

Thinking about that night a few days ago, when he was moving inside you, one arm slung across your stomach, pressing your back to his broad chest, while he took you from behind, his other hand drawing teasing circles over your clit, causes an all too-familiar, bittersweet ache to settle between your legs. Especially when you recall the words he whispered into your ear right after you’d reached your peak. 

That’s it, don’t hold back. Come for me. Going to fill you up- 

„What, already speechless?“ 

Robb’s teasing words draw you out of your thoughts and when you look up, you see how his eyes have darkened with desire. He’s still sitting at the table, still clenching his fists, and suddenly, an idea enters your lust-filled mind. 

Oh, you’ll show him speechless. 

Smirking, you get up from your bed and slowly walk over towards Robb, taking your sweet time with every step you take, enjoying the way Robb seems completely transfixed by you. 

You come to stand in front of him, just looking at him for a moment - his pupils have widened and his breathing has grown quite shallow -, before reaching out towards him and teasingly running a hand across his bare chest. 

Robb’s breath actually hitches. 

You smirk. „What, speechless already?“, you taunt, throwing his earlier words back at you. 

Robb’s eyes widen, but you don’t give him the chance to say anything. Still smirking, you sit down on his lap, laying your free hand on Robb’s shoulder to steady yourself. 

Robb groans and you have to close your eyes for a moment. Not just because you love eliciting these kinds of sounds from Robb, but also because the friction is almost too much to bear for you as well. There’s nothing more than Robb’s thin robe between your aching core and Robb’s stiff, erect member and if you grind yourself against Robb-

Just then, Robb’s hands settle on your waist, mercilessly keeping you in place. You want to protest, you really do, but when you feel Robb’s lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, forming any coherent thought suddenly feels impossible. 

Robb seems to sense this as well, because he chuckles quietly, before his lips start trailing lower, down from your neck to your collarbone, to your breasts. 

Your breath hitches, and even though you can’t see it, you’re pretty sure that there’s a triumphant spark in Robb’s eyes right now. He loves to tease you. In fact, you think that he enjoys it just a little too much. 

Not that you particularly mind, though. How could you, when Robb’s teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your bosom feels so heavenly? His hands are still keeping you in place, but his grip on you has loosened. 

When you try to shift forward this time, there’s no protesting from Robb. Instead, the only reaction he shows is a low, deep groan, before his lips close around one of your nipples. 

A sigh escapes you, morphing into a groan, when Robb starts flicking his tongue over your nipple, while suddenly tightening his grip on you again, only this time it’s to re-position you in his lap. Now, he has you even closer to him and when you feel his stiff cock at your entrance, a breathless, desperate whine escapes you. 

„Robb“, you breathe out, one of your hands moving up from his shoulders to tangle in his auburn curls, tugging at them the way you know always drives him crazy. 

Finally, he looks up at you. 

And by the seven, the image of him with his head between your breasts, his lips still wrapped around one of your nipples, looking up at you with a deep, dark yearning in his eyes is enough to get you clenching around nothing. 

„Robb, please“, you whine, trying to desperately to grind yourself against him, but his grip on your waist has tightened once again. 

Another whine escapes you and you bite down hard on your lips. Somehow, you feel as if you could almost cry from frustration. You need Robb, and you need him now. 

So, you tell him. „Robb, I need you, please-“

The rest of your words are swallowed by the hungry, bruising kiss Robb gives you. You’re so dizzy, so distracted, that you almost don’t notice Robb’s hands moving to lift you up - until you feel him lowering you down onto his cock. 

A surprised hiss escapes you, and your grip on Robb’s curls tightens at the sudden contact. 

Robb, however doesn’t give you any time to adjust to him like he usually does - usually, he’d also make sure to prepare you for him with his fingers or preferably his tongue, but tonight, the same hungry, desperate frenzy you’ve been feeling seems to have taken over him as well -, he slams right up into you, filling you up completely. 

Pain and pleasure mix together, and you cry out. Your grip on Robb’s shoulder is so desperate that you’re convinced your fingernails are going to leave marks, but right now, you couldn’t care less. 

Not with Robb mercilessly bucking his hips up again, one hand still on your waist, keeping you in place, the other tangled in between your hair. 

„Gods, I love it when you’re so desperate“, Robb whispers, looking right at you as he enters you again in a merciless, powerful thrust. 

You whine again, meeting Robb’s gaze. Coming up with any kind of coherent sentence in reply seems impossible, and so all you can do is look at Robb and take his powerful thrusts inside you. 

„You’re so beautiful like this“, Robb continues, just as his hand suddenly leaves your hair, trailing down from your neck to your breast and over your stomach until his fingers start to draw teasing circles over your clit. 

„Robb.“ 

„Looking all fucked out and cock-drunk, with that hazy look in your eyes and your lips swollen - makes me want to fill you right up, because you’d look even more beautiful with your belly swollen with my child-“

And somehow, that does it. You come - harder than you’ve ever come before. 

Crying out your husband’s name, you come, shaking, burying your head in the crook of Robb’s neck as white-hot waves of pleasure wash over you and you clench around him. 

Robb thrusts into you once, twice and once again, the friction nearly too much for your aching, sensitive core, before he comes as well, spilling his hot seed inside you. 

„Robb“, is all you can manage to whisper. 

You’re still shaking, and when Robb closes his arms around you, drawing you into his chest, you nearly collapse onto him. 

For a moment, you stay like that, with you in his arms and him still inside you. Robb’s hands draw gentle patterns on your skin and he starts to whisper sweet nothing into your ear, a stark contrast to the rough, dominant husband you’d witnessed just moments before. 

Eventually, you find the strength to lift your head from his shoulder again. Robb slips out of you, but his hand immediately moves between your legs again. 

„Robb, please, it’s too much“, you whimper, completely overwhelmed as he pushes his fingers inside of you. 

„Sh, love“, Robb whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. „I’m just making sure that we’re not wasting a single drop.“ 

When your eyes meet his again, he’s smirking.

„Who’s speechless now, love?“ 

Robb tag list: @justmymindandstuff @rheanyraaaa @prettydeeryess @inkandarsenic @strrvnge

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No Hope - Robb Stark x Lady-in-Waiting!Reader

Summary: You ended it. It killed you to do so, but you had to do it. Soon, it won't matter anyway - you were set to travel with Lord Stark and Lady Sansa as her lady-in-waiting to King's Landing. It's not as if you two will ever meet again. How wrong you were...

Warning(s): Hard Dom Robb, OC is cold, Robb is dark AND delulu, Canon divergence, hard smut, slight BDSM, KIng's Landing criminal justice system, etc.

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIPPY!!! I know I'm three days late, and I swear I meant to finish this on your actual birthday, but I ended up overwriting, and then I had to be at the DMV for about 7 hours and then had to pack up my house yesterday 🫠. ANYWAY, thank you so much for being such an amazing friend! It really has been such an honor to see how much you, your writing, and your blog have grown! Here's to another year of friendship and great writing!

The siege against King’s Landing was a success, resulting in an overwhelming victory for Stannis’ campaign as the new King of the Seven Kingdoms.

House Lannister, despite the arrival of reinforcements from House Tyrell, led by Ser Loras, was no more. While it was a clever ruse on House Tyrell’s part, neither house would have expected men from the Riverlands to join Stannis in his fight, resulting in an overwhelming victory. As a result, the futures of two of the ancient Seven Great Houses of Westeros now rest in the hands of a new ruler—King Stannis of House Baratheon, a figure whose emergence will undoubtedly shape the course of Westeros.

Despite being a wheelhouse dozens of miles away from King’s Landing at this point, the shouts and cheers of Stannis’ men rang clear in your ears. Inside were three young women transported to the Westerlands—to Robb Stark, the Young Wolf and King of the newly independent North.

The thought of seeing him again after the way the two of you left things off made the ride all the more unpleasant.

You remained silent and softly stroked your lady’s head as she rested her head on your lap. Tried as she could to stay lucid and awake, but it seemed that the stress and terror from being trapped as King Joffery’s former betrothed before being sold to his dwarf of an uncle had taken its toll. As she slept, you took in her features and noted the changes from the child you knew in Winterfell to the young woman trapped in King’s Landing. Her gorgeous red Tully hair lost some of its splendorous luster, appearing more matted and unkempt than you had ever seen it after years of being in Lady Sansa’s lady-in-waiting. Despite being in the South for over a year, her ivory skin seemed to pale until it was translucent. While the court believed her pale fairness to result from her Northern birth, only you and Shay knew that it was from Sansa’s inability to stomach more than a few meager bites off her plate during her mealtimes.

“The circles under her eyes have darkened further,” you thought as Sansa gripped your skirt – tightly clenching her fist as if she were a small child still terrified of the dark. “She’s grown too thin – she’s barely improved since I’ve returned by her side.”

It terrified you when Shae, who took your place as her handmaiden, informed you that her mood had improved tremendously since Lord Tyrion’s success in releasing you as a wedding gift to his new wife. Knowing that Sansa, to which your previous liege lord entrusted her care to you, was in such a state for months broke your heart. The bright and cheerful smiles you adored had become so rare since you returned to her side. But you hoped that due to recent events, your red-haired wolf would soon smile as brightly with all the more radiance as she did as a child.

“Do you think Lord Tyrion will be alright?”

You looked up to see Shae sitting across from you on the other side of the carriage. Her expression, while usually impassive and unreadable, was fraught with unease about the uncertainty of the future—hers and her lover’s.

“Stannis Baratheon is not one who shows mercy,” you answered truthfully. “It is likely that he will face the same fate as his nephew, as well as his sister and father.”

Perhaps your tone was too blunt, judging by the slight flinch Shay gave when you referred to Joffery Lannister. But, it would not help anyone, much less her, if you spoke anything less than the truth – that was what Ned Stark taught you since you were a child, and it was by that faith you would remain steadfast no matter what. She deserved nothing less than the truth; it was what you owed her. After all, from what Sansa spoke to you, she helped protect her however she could when you were not by her side.

And for that, you were most grateful.

“However,” you continued, “perhaps Lord Varys will vouch for him. The Master of Whispers holds Lord Tyrion in high regard, and out of all his family, your lover is admittedly the best of them. If nothing else, maybe he’ll pledge loyalty to Stannis and convince Tommen to do the same.”

 She grew flustered, “He is not…we are not–”

“You will not find judgment from me,” you assured her with a bitter chuckle. You looked down at Sansa, her sleeping figure sparking a twinge of guilt in your heart. “Believe me, I am the last one to preach about the sins of an affair between a lord and his servant.”

It was a joyful reunion between mother and child. Before the wheelhouse fully stopped, Sansa flung open the doors and leaped out, racing into her mother's arms. Lady Stark was just as eager to hold her daughter – forgetting all forms of propriety and etiquette when she picked up her skirts to run. Both were a mess of wide smiles and joyful tears, and you don’t believe you’ve ever seen Lady Stark act so young. Seeing the two embrace – one who lost a husband and two sons and the other who lost a father and two brothers –made for such a beautiful scene that it made you weep in relief.

“I did it, my lord,” you silently prayed out, “I’ve kept my promise.”

You swore you felt your liege's gratitude by the gentle breeze that blew through the field. But unfortunately, the joy you felt would only further load the weight of the shackles of your guilt and self-loathing that refused to release you. Even if someone as good and honorable as Ned Stark could find it in his heart to forgive you – you couldn’t help but feel you don’t deserve his forgiveness.

…No…you knew you didn’t deserve it, and knowing that made the shackles heavier than you’ve ever felt.

Sansa was absent since Lady Catelyn insisted that her daughter remain by her side for the night. Shae accompanied her, and you remained alone as you lay on the cot set for you. A squire announced himself before entering the tent the men had set up for you and Shae. He called out your name and informed you that you were expected to wait in His Grace’s tent.

“His Grace requested a moment with you,” he explained, “he wishes to thank you for your service and loyalty to Princess Sansa.”

“Well, you can tell ‘His Grace’ that he can thank me here,” you scoffed. “Because I’m not fucking moving.”

You dismissed the young man without a second thought. Seriously? Did he genuinely expect you to come so quickly to him? Honestly, the nerve of that man.

It was not long before the squire returned.

“H-his Grace insists that you meet him,” he stammered.

The poor boy looked terrified, like a little puppy caught by its master for doing something it wasn’t supposed to. Seeing his discomfort was almost adorable – it nearly made you smile.

“And I insist that he let me rest,” you raised your brow and cocked your head to the side. “Or is he, in fact, ordering me to meet him? Ahh, and after such a long journey – honestly, he acts so spoiled sometimes, such a typical highborn born with everything.”

“Please, my lady,” he pleaded.

You impassively stared at the poor fellow briefly. His cheeks were flushed bright red underneath the dirt and grime, and his eyes looked close to crying. Gods, Robb – what in the Seven Hells kind of tongue lashing did you give the poor boy? Surely, he wasn’t so desperate to see you, especially considering how the two of you left things off.

“Fine,” you sighed, “I suppose I could spare him a moment. But it won’t be before I’ve had a bath – I’ve already called for hot water; it won’t be long.”

“Oh, thank you, my lady,” he sighed in relief. “His Grace will be most grateful to see you once he is finished speaking with his council in the war tent.”

Fuckin’ son of a–

You swore you felt a vein on your forehead pop. Did that idiot really summon you to his tent while he was in a council meeting?

The walk from your tent to Robb’s was a battle in itself - your mind dreaded what your heart longed for.

You had just finished your bath and changed into a simple linen dress (plain but clean) when you decided you kept His Majesty waiting long enough (two hours, give or take). You were just about to enter when a particularly irritatingly slow clap stopped you in your tracks. There was only one person who could bring out your ire in such a short amount of time. You turned around to see Theon Greyjoy – standing and smirking like the arrogant bitch you fought and played with since you were just a girl.

“Well, aren’t you a vision?” he smirked. “Makes you wonder how the men of King’s Landing kept their hands to themselves when they saw you.”

“Wouldn’t know,” you wryly replied, “after all, I spent most of my time there in a dark, damp cell. I barely had enough food and water to survive, let alone to be a vision.”

Although Theon still joked and teased like he always had, you could see the war had taken its toll on him. He grew thinner. His body had lost weight, and his muscles appeared leaner and more taut. His shaggy curls were more closely trimmed and no longer tickled his shoulders. But his eyes—how they looked so haunted and tired—made your heartbreak.

“He’s missed you,” he whispered. There was no need to state a name – you both knew who he was referring to.

“He got married,” you replied while looking away. To a Frey, no less.

“She's dead, and he never loved her.”

“That makes it better?”

“It does when you were the one who broke his heart,” he retorted.

You sharply turned back, “That is not–”

Light poured out of the tent behind you as the front flap opened. You heard your name being called out in that tone that always made your knees buckle—revering and filled with longing with an undertone of authority. It beckoned you to look at him, and when you did, you swore you felt your heart leap into your throat by him.

“You’re late,” he grunted.

Robb Stark, with his crystalline blue eyes not once looking away from you, shifted to the side and let you in. His gaze moved to Theon and narrowed when he noticed the lack of distance between the two of you. Saying nothing, you silently bowed your head before heading inside the warm tent. However, you remained close enough to hear the brief exchange between the Greyjoy and Stark. But after being away from Robb for so long, you couldn’t focus on any words between the two men.

Taking a deep breath, your body tingled as you took the familiar notes of fine leather and freshly burned smoke. You glanced at his bed and longed to lie in its furs without the hindrance of clothes. Your mouth watered at the idea of wrapping yourself in them. The idea of pressing your nose against the furs made your center throb and grow wet, as the idea of the scent of his hot sweat mixed with his musk trapped in those hides was almost too much to bear.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you nearly missed Robb calling out your name. You responded by regaining your composure as quickly as possible so as not to betray any lustful thoughts swimming in your mind.

“What did you and Theon talk about?” he bluntly asked, standing impassively as you remained silent.

“Was the journey smooth?” he tried again. Nothing.

“I hope my men–”

“Idle prattle doesn’t suit you,” you tiredly sighed. “Just tell me whatever you waited so long for, and then I can return to my tent and finally rest.”

Robb clenched his fists and stared at the ground. How cruel, how unfair – one word from you, just hearing your voice, struck every word on his tongue dead. War made him lax. He, of all people, should know how you could drive good men to insanity.

Yes – it felt like he was going mad.

He looked up from the ground and wanted to weep. There you stood – looking as beautiful as a fresh layer of snow and just as cold. It took everything in him not to reach out and pull you close. He wanted to feel your body close to his, to revel in the softness of your hidden warmth. He wanted to go back to Winterfell – to simpler times with his father and brothers alive and laughing, to when Jon was by his side and his brother and best friend, and to when you would look at him like he was your world.

How you used to look at him – how he still looked at you.

Robb tried to start a conversation to loosen the tense atmosphere, but it was clear you weren’t having it. You even cut him off on his third attempt. Your voice was so cold that it burned him like ice. He wasn’t even sure if you were looking at him or just at a corner of the tent so you could maintain that cold, domineering façade you had perfected since childhood. It was obvious to him that you were trying to goad him into losing his temper – giving you the perfect excuse to leave and ignore him again.

Why else had you sent his squire back to him after he requested your presence to wait for him at his tent? Furthermore, why else did you make him wait two hours for your bath?

“I wish to thank you for your loyalty towards my sister during her time as the Lannisters’ hostage,” Robb calmly said, keeping his voice steady but firm. “You acted bravely.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I acted as anyone else would have in my position. My loyalty to your sister and family is not something to be admired or coveted.”

“That’s not true,” Robb argued. “Your loyalty to my family is nothing short of admirable. It’s only right that–”

“Robb.”

It was infuriating how regal you looked, carrying the air of a queen.

“My loyalty will always belong to House Stark, that’s true – but,” you stared deep into his gaze, “all I cared about in that damp, rotting cell, where I was given barely enough water and food to survive, was whether my lady was well.”

Please stop it.

“I didn’t endure because my lady was a Stark,” you continued, “I endured because it was Sansa.”

He couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Is it only for Sansa that you’ve suffered?” he rasped in anger.

This wasn’t good; he just got you back. If he doesn’t properly utilize this chance, you’ll be gone from him forever. He knew you’d never leave Sansa’s side. Your loyalty to her, even when she still acted like the spoiled little princess of the North, drew him to you. As the eldest daughter, Sansa was the one closest to their mother. However, as the second eldest child, it also meant that she had to understand she could not always have their parents’ attention. Before Jeyne Poole, before Septa Mordane – you were Sansa’s first and constant companion. You were someone whose loyalty ran deep and remained unwavering in the worst times.

He collected himself enough to apologize for his outburst when your voice returned – regal and imposing, cold and distant.

“Not just Sansa,” you stated. “…I also made a promise to Lord Stark.”

Something in him snapped. Robb considered himself a good man, an honorable man. One whose father instilled lessons of honor and duty in him since he was old enough to walk. A father who he missed, whose absence was painful. But hearing you speak of him, of his father, it was like a bucket of ice water was poured over him, and it awoke a bitter memory he had long forgotten.

“Is it true?” Robb demanded unannounced after storming into his father’s private study. His father sat at his desk, appearing as tired and weary as the day of his departure from home to the vicious South treads closer with each passing day. Ned set down his quill and sighed deeply. He knew it would not be long before Robb would come in to demand an explanation. He supposed that, as his boy’s father, he owed his eldest son that much… if for not his own sake, then for the sake of closure. “…What may you be referring to, Robb?” he asked, despite already knowing what this was about. Robb furiously shook his head, “Do not pretend with me, Father. Did you or did you not plant the idea of a future engagement between her and me as treason against you?” “…Before I answer that,” Ned began carefully, not wanting to upset his son further, “am I to understand that when you mean ‘her,’ you are referring to a particular lady-in-waiting favored by your sister?” It frightened Ned how quickly Robb’s anger was snuffed out. He whispered your name with reverence and veneration fit for the Maiden. But just as soon as his heir’s fury went away, it came back at a speed and quantity tenfold. Ned could see it in his eyes. Robb may have inherited his Tully mother’s eyes, but the cold storm raging in them could only belong to one whose blood belongs to the Old Gods of the North. “Sansa requested her to accompany us while she learns to be Prince Joffrey's future queen,” Ned explained. “Robb… your sisters need people they can trust – now more than ever with Bran’s accident.” “And she’s agreed to this?” Robb interrogated. “You expect me to believe that?” “Yes,” Ned solemnly nodded, “because it was brought up to me by her…”

Robb didn’t believe it then, and he still didn’t believe it now. He refused to entertain the idea of you, of all people, who would propose to his father that you leave him. You, who Robb loved with a love more fervent and true than any fanciful tale sung by the bards in Southern courts. You, who listened to all of Robb’s deepest fears and worries since you and him were still small children. You, who whispered promises of love and devotion to Robb night after night since he first warmed your bed.

You, who cried tears of joy when he secretly proposed to you underneath the blood-red leaves and snow-painted branches of the weirwood tree, swearing his love to you before the Old Gods and New.

…No…no, no, no—it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be…but what other explanation was left?

“Robb…?” your voice gently called out to him. “If that’s all you wish to say to me… then I must be heading back to my–”

He walked forward and tightly grasped your arms, making you unable to escape. Robb felt your feeble attempts to pry his fingers off with your delicate hands. But it was to no avail.

“Why…?” Robb rasped, letting out all the pain and longing he had been keeping locked inside since you dissolved you and his affair. “Why did you leave? …Why did you leave me?”

“Damn you,” you thought. “Damn you, Robb Stark.”

It was pathetic… how easily this man broke down your walls. One word… one word from him was enough to make you want to surrender everything.  

“I…I-I… only did what I thought was best,” you stammered. “For us…and for you…”

Robb scoffed because why wouldn’t he?

“For me…?” he rhetorically repeated. “Leaving me – no, abandoning me… that was for my benefit? Do you really expect me to believe that?”

You shook your head, “Belief is secondary to truth,” you explained. “And I am telling you the truth. I’ve never lied to you.”

“Right, of course – that’s why you ran off to King’s Landing with my sister,” Robb raged. “Yes, certainly that for my well-being. You, being paraded and courted by knights and nobles with their pretty words and fine silks – what a relief to know that you endured all that for me…”

Oh, this son of a – gods, how could one man be so beautiful, yet so infuriating?!

“Did you ever love me?” he asked, his voice a little rough from choking back tears. “Was it ever real? Any of it? Or was it all a lie?”

“I believe I told you I was expected to wake your sister for her early celebration…” you looked out the window, “…right now…? It would seem…?” It was the morning of Sansa’s eleventh birthday. Lady Stark planned to surprise her daughter with a splendid spread of leek pottage, freshly baked bread, slices of smoked meat, and a cup of sweet Dornish wine. She entrusted the duty of waking the little princess of the day to you, Sansa’s most entrusted companion. It was expected that you would take the role. After all, everyone in the castle knew what an absolute nightmare Lord Stark’s eldest daughter was in the early mornings. …But…it would seem that Lord Stark’s eldest son and heir did not understand the gravity of your role today…considering he remained insistent that you spend your morning with him… in his bed… without any clothes on your person. While usually, you’d be much more cross at his insistence… you couldn’t deny how delicious it felt waking up in his arms after a night of gloriously intense lovemaking. And the way he further convinced you by tracing feather-light kisses down your neck and collarbone was downright sinful. “I believe…” he momentarily nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, causing you to softly shriek and giggle. “…I told you never to speak of my sister or any member of my family while in bed with me.” His lips trailed further down to the valley of your breasts. “Stay here…with me…and let’s forget the world this morning.” Gods, it’d be so easy to give in …to remain hidden from the world within the arms of your beloved…but life was hardly so easy. “You know I – can’t…!” you sharply gasped at the feel of his lips around your teat. You pitifully whined his name. “Robb, please…” “Shhh—careful, my love,” he huskily whispered, “unless you want all of Winterfell to know how even one of its coldest women is powerless against her wolf…” You held his chin to press a soft kiss against his lips. Gazing into his deep pools of sapphire, you knew this was the only man you could ever give your heart to. “My wolf…” you corrected, “and only mine…” “Yours…” Robb agreed as the two of you got lost in each other all over again.

Instinct and fury blinded rationality and composure as a sharp crack rang within the tent as your palm made contact with Robb’s cheek. Hot tears spilled from your eyes as the wet trails streamed down your cheeks.

“Fuck you, Robb…” you grit out.

Did he not think you haven’t craved him and his love as much, if not more, since your separation? Was he so obtusely… thick in the skull to think that you hadn’t cursed yourself for plunging you both into the cruel depths of a life without the other? Had he not realized that what saved you from falling into despair… from the moment you were thrown into the Red Keep’s dungeons… was your sweet memories of him?

You angrily swiped away your tears on the back of your hand before shoving him aside so you could make your way out of the tent. You couldn’t stand to be so close to him, not anymore, not when it cut you so deeply.

What was the point? Of being so close to one when they cannot have the other?

But it seemed your king did not agree with your sentiments as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him. Your chest collided against his, and you felt the hard planes of his muscles and wanted to sink to your knees while stripping him of all barriers that blocked his glorious body.

Robb growled as he felt the tremulous rhythm of your beating heart, effectively giving away all your true feelings and desires toward him – the same he felt to you.

“You’re a cruel woman…” he growled as he forced you to look into his deep, blue eyes by holding your chin, “but you’re my woman.”

Without another word, he seized you by the arm and threw you onto his bed. He tore off his tunic before gripping your ankles with both hands and forcing them wide open before he forcefully pulled your body to the end of the bed. Not wasting another moment, he clutched the neckline of your nightdress and tore it open, leaving you exposed and defenseless against him. You felt the peaks of your breasts harden against the cold air and tried to cover them with your arms, but Robb slapped your hands away and pinned your hands above your head.

“And I’ll make sure you learn your place by the time I’m done with you…”

Time meant nothing inside that tent. The only things that mattered were Robb Stark, young King of the North and recently widowed, and you, his precious whore he loved so dearly. It could have been an hour, it could have been five –you couldn’t tell. All you knew was that your former lover was currently cementing his claim on you as his bitch-in-heat by making you cum twice with his fingers and thrice more from his cock.

“You *huff* …really…expe- fuck…!” The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, interrupted by the squelch of your juices mixed with his as he moved in and out of you. He loudly groaned when he felt your walls clamp down on his still-hard shaft. “Fuck – how are you still so fucking tight…?”

You didn’t answer him; you couldn’t – at least not with words. Each of Robb’s thrusts hit that spot inside you that made you lose all sense of logic and rational thought. All you could offer was broken garbles and moans of your ecstasy as your insatiable wolf continued to feast on your pleasure. And this only seemed to further incense Robb into driving himself deeper inside you, as if he had not already caused you to peak three times since he first pushed into you. Your vision became blurry as your eyes crossed, but he brought you back by delivering a hard slap against your bottom, the stinging pain quickly shifting to ebbing pleasure.

“Well?” he tauntingly jeered, thoroughly enjoying your sharp tongue could only be quieted by him fucking you dumb. “I expect an answer…!”

“Ah-ah-ah – FUCK…!” you cried out after he delivered another harsh slap on your bottom’s other cheek, making you sharply gasp and continue to slather your drool and tears into his bed’s furs. “I don’t know…!”

Robb cruelly smirked, “Don’t know…?” He grabbed the front of your neck and pulled you until your sensitive back was pressed flush against his hard chest. “Don’t lie to me… you know… don’t pretend that you don’t – but do you want me to tell anyway?”

Fervently nodding, you felt him grin as his hot breath panted against your neck, causing goosebumps to prick across your skin covered in bite marks.

“It’s because…” Robb quickened his pace from rough to erratic as your mind nearly blanks from feeling more and more of him hitting the entrance to your womb, “we both know that cunt belonging to such a cold whore like yourself…could only be thawed with cock like mine and only mine.”

The war changed him. The Robb you knew and loved would never dream of speaking to you in such a filthy and vulgar manner. Before, your Robb always made love to you sweetly with the gentlest touches, and as far as you could tell and feel, he was gone. In his place was a wolf with a voracious appetite who could only seem satisfied with your humiliation from his rough squeezes and unforgiving pace. The evidence was plain to see by how he littered your body with purple love bites down your neck, red bite marks over your breasts and inner thighs, and deep indents of his nails from gripping your hips too hard and too long.

And the worst part of it? You loved it. Every bit of his ministrations was a piece of heaven. If this were torture, then you would only crave pain for the rest of your existence. Everything hurts so good, from the way his thick, throbbing cock stretches your walls to the way his rough, calloused hands manhandle your body with his bruising grip. You weren’t sure if there was anything left of you that Robb didn’t already possess. Your eyes glazed over the veins in his arms bulge as you barely register the rasped grunts and growls leaving his lips. If you looked down, you were sure to see the outline of his cock bulging from inside you as he continued to split you open.

He stilled for a moment and whispered in your ear as you cried out your frustration and begged him not to stop.

“I’m going to cum in you,” he rasped with perverse glee, “and afterward, I’m going to make sure my seed takes root in your womb.” He pushed your face down to the furs and forced your hips to meet his thrusts without mercy. “You tried to… escape your fate by leaving. Well, *huff* let me tell you right now… that’s never going to happen – I’ll lock you… in the tallest tower in Winterfell and chain you to the bed if I have to…”

One of his hands left your hips and went below you as his fingers deftly sought out the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs that was your clit. You tried to protest, not sure if your body could take even more pleasure, but all that came out was a warbled cry as he pressed down and circled your bud. The overstimulation was proving to be too much as your body started shaking. You felt a cord tightening more and more until it just *snapped*, and you screamed out your release as your entire body trembled.

Robb refused to let up his pace, and he continued to thrust in and out of you as you felt him stiffen and – gods, how did he get even bigger? Before he released his seed inside you, he bottomed out – making sure that there was nothing of him that was not inside your sopping cunt. Your vision went white as he let out a loud and powerful groan from his release, and you could feel his hot seed painting your inner walls with his essence.

His peak seemed to drain him of all his energy as he gathered you in his arms without pulling out and resolved himself to finally rest. His sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder as he panted. Between each labored breath, he planted a kiss across your shoulders – your body still twitching from the intensity it endured as you, too, tried to catch your breath.

All was silent until you found yourself speaking, “…There was no hope, was there…?”

Robb lifted his upper body on one arm to hover over you. You repeated your question, to which he gave you a relaxed smile and tucked a stray piece of hair stuck to your temple behind your ear.

“No, love…” he confirmed. “But you must have known that from the beginning…I would have never let you go.”

…How does one respond to that?

You tried to search for the answer in his eyes, but all you saw was love… love, and madness. It was always there inside him; you’ve known that from the beginning… only you were blinded by his beauty and your love for him. But your lord knew the truth; he saw that obsessive love from the start; after all, Robb was his son. He warned you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t until you saw him beat a poor knight bloody and broken on the ice-covered ground – all because you made the mistake of smiling at him.

That’s why you ended your secret engagement. You had hoped that time and distance would ebb away the insanity flowing in his blood, or perhaps he would find someone else and eventually forget you – whichever came first.

But that was a fool’s dream; you knew that now.

Wordlessly, you nodded, to which Robb gently pressed his lips to yours, just as he had back in Winterfell. With each second, you began to respond more and more to the kiss. You wrapped your arms over his neck as his lips trailed down your next again, and you felt your sore body humming for more despite its sensitivity. Your fingers gripped his unruly, dark auburn curls as a tear trailed your cheek.

Forgive me, my lord…I’ve failed.

But you know you were secretly glad of it. After all, how could you not be? Life was growing inside you at that very moment.

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Can i request some possessive, maybe even a little mean, Robb Stark nsfw? i need that man in a way that borders on obsession 😭

A/N hope you like it anon. Gets soft at the end. Will edit later for historical accuracy. Requests open.

"Your grace," you began nervously as your husband threw open your bedchamber door. Opening it was hard enough so thinking of the force it took to rattle the hinges made you wince. Perhaps you could finally see the King Robb that maidens swooned for and bards sang of.

"Like a dog? A beast? Numbskulled brute? Is that what you said?" He spat out. His anger, so hard to provoke but equally hard to quell. Now it was righteous too.

“I didn’t mean any of it,” you nervously said. “I only wished to entertain.”

Robb walked towards you and you took a step back. You were vulnerable, only wearing your shift.

“And what did you call yourself? Little more than a whore I paid two coppers for? A greedy little queen, at the mercy of the king?” Robb said. “I can’t even repeat what I heard. Yet you said it when I have done nothing but treat you gently with kindness.”

“It was only my ladies, and I didn’t wish to disappoint, husband.” You said. You placed your hand gently on his chest. “They dream of you, and I couldn’t appear jealous. I needed to show you didn’t lack passion in bed.”

“Wasn’t just the ladies. My men heard you recount your pleasure and now they’re the ones salivating.” He shouted.

“Cease this! It’s childish and I will speak as I wish.” You said, feigning annoyance.

Robb looked madder with each word out of your mouth. He gripped your wrists to the point of pain and spun you around. With a hand on your back, he pushed you face down onto the furs.

"You talk like a whore you get taken like one."

He pushed your chemise up and you felt his fingers find the most sensitive parts of you. He shoved two in roughly, making you scream. Thank the old gods, your plan worked better than expected.

“And what of my men guarding you? Did they have to hear your of escapades? Know how you enjoy in my chamber?” Robb demanded.

The twist of his fingers in your unprepared cunt made tears spring to your eyes.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked. You refused to reply. You shook your head.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” Robb yelled. He slapped your arse to make his point. No need to trigger him even more, you decided. “Who owns ye?” He asked again.

“You do,” you mumbled.

“And I am your King, and your husband. And you had better remember that.”

“Yes, husband.” You whispered. You heard the sounds of him undressing. You didn’t dare move.

Robb held your hips on either side of you and pushed you into the bed.

“Who’ll take you now?” He demanded.

“You, my lord and husband.” You replied submissive. His breathing behind you told you he was still furious.

His hands tightened around your hips and you felt the impossible thickness of his member at your entrance. He'd taken you before, he was your goddamn husband, but never in anger and never like this.

He began to push in, deaf to your cries.

"Robb," you pleaded, your will breaking. He was deep in you but not to the hilt yet. This new position was physically uncomfortable adding to your humiliation. "Please, please." You begged. You didn't know what you were asking for, for him to let you go or for a moment to adjust. But you were so hot you could barely see. You had never felt desire like this. You anticipated your release like Robb returning home.

"No," he said quietly. "You will accept this, wife." He sheathed himself to the hilt within your body. You were glad he'd let go of your arms, so you could twist your fingers into the furs on your bed.

He was deeper than before in this new position, you felt like you were being split open. You reminded yourself you were trying for this reaction. Some part of your heart hurt most of all, knowing that your husband didn't care about the pain he inflicted upon your body. He was mean.

He pulled out again and pushed back in slowly. The deep pleasure knocked the breath out of your lungs. It added to everything you felt from the stretch of his girth.

Your cries grew louder due to pleasure, and you were screaming in abandon at how good he made you feel.

“More, husband, Robb, please.” You begged incoherently. The snap of his hips against yours set a harsh pace.

He tried to stop, to tease you, but he couldn’t. He was too excited looking at your body beneath him.

It didn’t take long before you were clenched around his cock in your pleasure, and he spent in response to you.

Robb collapsed atop you. He rolled over to the side, breathing heavily. You took a moment to calm yourself down and turned to face him. You took his hand in yours carefully, you wanted to know if his anger had been quelled yet. You were pleased when he brought your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“I love you,” he said. “And I have no desire to share you. Not this. Not our time together when we get so little.” Robb confessed. Your heart broke for him. Perhaps you’d gone too far in seeking his passion.

His face grew tense as you didn’t reply. “Have I hurt you, love?” He asked, caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch with a sigh.

“No, dear husband. I love you too,” you said softly, content.