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Writing fight scenes

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1. Pacing

A fight scene should be fast-paced and intense. Unless it's a final battle with numerous parties, a fight scene that's too long tends to take away suspense. To speed up your pacing, use active voice to describe movement and don't overdescribe your characters' thoughts. Excessive inner monologue will be unrealistic, as people usually have no room to think during intense combats.

2. Character mannerisms

Here's a point that people often overlook, but is actually super important. Through fight scenes, you should be able to reveal your characters' contrasting mannerisms and personality. A cunning character would play dirty - fighting less and making use of their opponent's weakness more. A violent character would aim to kill. A softer one would only target to disarm their enemies, using weakened attacks. A short-minded character would only rely on force and attack without thinking. This will help readers understand your characters more and decide who to root for.

3. Making use of surroundings

Not only the characters, you also need to consider the setting of your fight scene and use it to your advantage. Is it suitable for fighting, or are there dangerous slopes that make it risky? Are there scattered items that can help your characters fight (e.g. nails, shards of glass, ropes, wooden boards, or cutlery)? Is it a public place where people can easily spot the fight and call the authorities, or is it a private spot where they can fight to the death?

4. Description

The main things that you need to describe in a fight scene are :

• Characters involved in the fight

• How they initiate and dodge attacks

• Fighting styles and any weapons used

• The injuries caused

Be careful to not drag out the description for too long, because it slows down the pace.

5. Raise the stakes

By raising the stakes of the fight, your readers will be more invested in it. Just when they think it's over, introduce another worse conflict that will keep the scene going. Think of your characters' goals and motivations as well. Maybe if the MC didn't win, the world would end! Or maybe, one person in the fight is going all-out, while the other is going easy because they used to be close :"D

6. Injuries

Fights are bound to be dirty and resulting in injuries, so don't let your character walk away unscathed - show the effect of their injuries. For example, someone who had been punched in the jaw has a good chance of passing out, and someone who had been stabbed won't just remove the knife and walk away without any problem. To portray realistic injuries, research well.

7. Drive the plot forward

You don't write fight scenes only to make your characters look cool - every fight needs to have a purpose and drive the plot forward. Maybe they have to fight to improve their fighting skills or escape from somewhere alive. Maybe they need to defeat the enemy in order to obtain an object or retrieve someone who had been kidnapped. The point is, every single fight scene should bring the characters one step closer (or further :D) to the climax.

8. Words to use

• Hand to hand combat :

Crush, smash, lunge, beat, punch, leap, slap, scratch, batter, pummel, whack, slam, dodge, clobber, box, shove, bruise, knock, flick, push, choke, charge, impact

• With weapon :

Swing, slice, brandish, stab, shoot, whip, parry, cut, bump, poke, drive, shock, strap, pelt, plunge, impale, lash, bleed, sting, penetrate

I kind of like how it’s been shown multiple times that Leo likes drinking tea

I was practicing little piano and thought “why not show the fools”

😭😭😭

“BAM! You’ve been hacked by Donatello!”

Baby mutant turtle thoughts

Whenever I read about the guys, especially the Rise and bayverse turts having mutant turtle children of their own with a human, I think back to how fucking tiny they were as baby mutants, which I believe were already fully mutated.

Like.

Your coochie girl, you are lucky bebé's to tiny.

Otherwise, a c-section.

OR.

And my lil' WrITer'S brain likes this for the possible angst it could bring to the new parent couple in a fic:

About two to three months in, the baby has to be incubated and monitored 24/7 for months until it's born, because the female human's uterus isn’t meant for reptiles. Like, wifey gets an actual c-section to remove a thin-membraned egg/sack with the baby in it, then put it in a device built by Donnie to ensure the baby's survival.

😭

so like. softshell turtle plastrons dont cover their whole torso. and i just think it would be funny if donnie also had that (and also it adds to more variety with the turts+less natural armor for donnie which feeds into his need for assistive tech)

but look at these guys they got no pants:

GIMME BIG BRO MIKEY EPISODE PLS

Like and Reblog this post if you want rise of the tmnt to come back.

Pass it on.

CRYING RN

TURTLE TOTS WADDLEEEEE

Sorry I was in a doodling mood lol so enjoy the product of my chaos. <3

Also currently chonky eyebrows for Donnie are winning in the poll, so I used them above, feel free to vote here if you want to pick which brows I use for him in the final edit!

Donnie Eyebrow Poll

Also also, will have an update probably on Friday when I estimate Tattered Cloak will be finished. I actually started writing so yay for that <3.

Alright love y'all and have a great morning, noon or night!

IF THERES NO MORE CHAPTER OF THIS ILL DIE CUZ WHAT I LOVE IT SO MUCH😭

Rose Gold Promises (Pt2)

Part 2 of Rose Gold Promises is here! WHOOO But its a short one! AWE!

I Know - I am sorry, but you will understand why.

PART ONE HERE

TMNT X GN READER

TW: None really, some slight angst but that's it! Expect maybe some bad grammar and spelling.

Enjoy!

How stupid could he be? Why didn’t he go after them? Thoughts, regrets ran through his veins, pumping heated blood across his heavy body. The words exchanged, looking back on it were not needed, but too stubborn to admit that allowed. A heavy sigh, before collapsing his head in his already trembling hands. He couldn’t go after her now, his anger made him stubborn and at this point it was already morning. Peering over at the blinking red numbers of some trashy old clock only seemed to further the anger in his system. Glaring pointless bullets at the machine before he turned away, flinging himself back onto his bed as he thought about it all. About how those soft caring (e/c) eyes held such pain, the way tears rolled down those puffy cheeks. A sting of pain flashed through his chest, turning to his side and curling into himself. He wanted that image out of his head, though no matter the expression they were beautiful, but still those tears were enough to make him cry himself. He groaned, squeezing his eyes closed, trying to think of anything else, but love corrupted the turtle in many ways. They, no matter how hard he tried, consumed his mind. Those sad eyes haunting him till slowly his adrline died down and sleep took over. 

He slept off hours, waking up now and again shaken by dreams of them. Finally after the third time waking up in worry the sun was beginning to set on the new york sky. The streets cleared out, somewhat and he could leave. Exiting his room he spoke not a word as he walked by a certain brother. They exchanged a cold glance before the older of them all stepped in to speak. “Raph, Don, pizza,” He bothered not to ask either of them if they were okay, knowing very well the answer he’d likely be given. He shook his head not wanting to waste his time eating when he needed to find them and now. He turned his back heading in the direction of the entrance to the lair ignoring Leo and Mikey's questions of where he was going. Walk soon turned into a full on sprint out of the sewers and into the dark city. Jumping shadow to shadow, roof to roof like his life and world depended on it, cause in his eyes it did. (Y/N) was only ever kind to him, and after the events of yesterday, things needed to be said. Though he doubted they’d like what they heard.

A few more graceful jumps from building in classic ninja style before he finally reached the apartments where they lived. Quietly he maneuvered across the fire escape, past the other countless windows before he reached the window to the living room of her apartment. How he knew besides the countless times he found comfort in being there was the sticker. Mikey gave (Y/N) this giant turtle window sticker when it was still a struggle for the goofball brother to find her apartment, not wanting him to get him or his brothers caught Mikey came up with an idea. Though the brothers saw it pointless, (Y/N)’s kind heart thought it was a genius idea and happily complied with it. That was the first moment when the broad turtle knew something had changed, the beginning of his feelings for (Y/N). He shook his head, removing the pointless, though comforting memories away. Sliding open the window and slipping in he took notice to the still quiet apartment. Lightly treading his way through the small apartment before he came to a sudden halt in the hall between kitchen and living room. Those ninja observation skills never failed him as he noticed a crucial detail. The small table near the door, where they’d exhaustedly thrown their keys down on was not there. His eyes squinted a bit as he slowly began to worry. Were they just out with friends? Or family? However, as he explored the apartment he saw no trace of their clothes from the other day, the scent of them lingered but was faint, compared to if they were here earlier.

Did they not come home yesterday? Worry flooded his body and like a drug sent him into overdrive. He darted out the window as quietly as he could, jumping onto the roof in panic. “No...no...nonononono” He muttered as he just began searching everywhere he could. Work, the few friends he had seen, places they’d visit often, but nothing. At this point he was long past worried, he was hysterical as tears and fear threatened to just erupt from the mutant. He turned to head back to the lair, to get his brothers and start a full on search for (Y/N) but just as he jumped across one building he saw what to him was heaven's light. An apartment about seven miles away he could see (Y/N) in the window with whom he would guess is a friend. He watched a moment as they shared the pint of ice cream before their gaze turned to him. The feeling of being watched is likely tempting (Y/N) to look in the direction. The soft expression became a sad one before they said something to their friend and walked out.

He waited in the shadows a moment in silence, contemplating what exactly he was going to even say. His thoughts running ragged before he heard the door to the roof open, he looked up to see them, blanket over their shoulders, wearing a set of pjs too cute, but obviously not their own. They lacked the soft scent of hers, plus were a few sizes too big. He jumped across, stopping in front of (Y/N), opening his mouth to speak, but fell silent as he took a stepback. There was silence between them a moment before he finally spoke. “You didn’t go home last night?” He asked, looking to the ground, along with them. (Y/N) breathed in through their nose before letting it go in the form of a sigh. “Yeah, I just...couldn’t bring myself to stay there alone,” Their words pained him in a way they didn’t know, but they would in a moment.

Building up confidence he looked at her with a soft expression. “I know this isn’t what ya wanna hear…,” He started looking over at the person who held his heart in their tiny human grip. “I love you. I love you so much, watching you cry and scream it killed me inside.” His words were soft, spoken truly from the heart and he lowered down a bit to (Y/N)’s height, taking their small hands into his own. There was this look of sadness across the features of their face, he knew it turn out like this.They didn’t speak, they tried to but feel silent only a second later. This was next level betrayal on his part, he realized as he let go of the pair of hands that he thought fit so nicely in his own. He grumbled a small sorry ready to leave it as it was but was stopped. “Is that why you came and not him, Raph?” (Y/N) asked the turtle in red. 

NEW REASON TO LIVE AND OMFG PLS LET ME BE IN THE TAG LIST😭🙏💐💗✨

By Chance

Pairing: (Bayverse) Leonardo x FemReader

Warning: Profanity, Violence, Mature Themes

(Y/N) is Casey’s childhood friend who happened to live in a different state. On impulse she decides to move to New York hoping to experience an exciting adventure. Being the trouble magnet she is, she manages to encounter the very adventure she was hoping for.  

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (coming soon)

Tag List: @elegantkidfansoul @fantasy-angelo

last update: 12/10/22

rawr

Just a lil’ something I wanted to try for a while We keep talking about the guys churring … yet we’ve never heard it. So I wanted to “guess” how it would sound. I may revisit the idea in the future, it’s been a lot of fun to work on :D !! Used sounds from an alligator, a puma, a tiger and a bear!

I’d mostly imagine the sound to be more muffled and with more vibrations (you could feel their chest rumble a little). Right now it’s more audible because otherwise we wouldn’t hear much HAHA

I just wanna chill while hearing that sound and feel the vibrations and take a nap. It’d be so relaxing aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

AND WHEN WE DO ITS EITHER A SCHOOL NIGHT OR UPDATED EONS AGO😭

happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

IM NOT CRYING U R?!

I find it really cute just how much Mikey looks up to Leo

It’s obvious that Leo inspires Mikey but something that is really cute is how much Mikey does actually take after Leo, & how there are times Mikey will be seen saying phrases similar to things that Leo has said. 

Leo: I can’t wait to save Raph so I can rub it in his face

Mikey: Time to snag that game, go home and rub it in Raph’s face

The are even certain behaviour’s that Mikey probably learnt from Leo, for example both Leo & Mikey do the same kind of smug face meaning Mikey probably learned it from Leo

And even in the movie you can see Mikey mimicking Leo’s body language or behaviour. 

Leo: Ahem?

Mikey: Ahem?

It’s just really cute how much Mikey looks up to Leo & how the things that Leo says & does inspires & motivates Mikey

Leo: That big jerk may be covered in goo and half alien, but he’s still our brother, and I’m not giving up on him. I’m not leaving him behind.

Mikey: Leo never gave up on us. I’m not giving up on him.

Leo is Mikey’s big brother & its really cute just how much Leo inspires Mikey & how much Mikey looks up to Leo & how there’s a part of Mikey that wants to be just like the brother that he loves so much.

🌸✨HEY GUYS✨🌸Here’s the link for the book! It’s called DESPERADO • the last ronin on my wttpd! I’m almost done with chapter 0(its the first chapter of the story but my stories mostly start with ch0 and not ch1 cuz that’s what im used to hh) and I already posted the epigraph and prologue of the story :3

To clarify! my main characters are strictly Filipina! And with my stories I only make female characters for that's what I'm comfortable and familiar with. BUT you can interpret the character to whoever and whatever you like! I just use Filipino features and characteristics when writing for it’s rare to see Filipino-inclusive main characters. Mostly in SECOND POV(you, your etc.) so that my readers can feel more immersed in the stories. I jump to different POVs when necessary but I’m not really into using the whole thing in one setting hh

EDIT: CH.0 IS OUT!

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░▒▓█ 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙊 • 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣 █▓▒░

" Funny seeing you again, handsome~ " " Quiet down, I'm trying to save you. " " Pffft! I can handle myself. " "Oh rea...

YES IM MAKING A TLR MIKEY X READER/OC THAT’S A HOOKER WITH ISSUES BUT BOTH MFS HEALS THEIR TRAUMA BY BEING PARENTS TO THE NEW GEN MUTANT TURTLES BABIES🐢🐢🐢🐢

AGAIN ILYSM AND THANK U @turrondeluxe FOR THIS AU😭👹💗

TMNT birth years

I HOPE UR PILLOW WILL ALWAYS BE COMFY🌷

I HOPE UR DAYS R NICE AND COOL💗

ILYSM AND THANK UUU😭 U MADE MY DAY BETTER FROM ALL THE STRESS✨

Wanted to make this post bc I get a lot of ppl in my inbox asking where I watch the various tmnt shows

I watch them all (and literally almost every other cartoon I love) on m.wcostream.com!

It's free and usually keeps up-to-date with new episodes. Plus there's a playlist feature (though I think that only works on desktop).

It has four of the TMNT shows on there so I'll leave the links to them here:

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1987

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

LOOK AT TINY MIKEY WRAPPED BUNDLED UP LIKE A TINY BURRITO

snoring.sfx

the people requested a turtle pile with Hansel and the tots :3

raph’s shirt is too cute😭

There just lil babies. Some little guys

ME

So I made a thing

YES IM MAKING A TLR MIKEY X READER/OC THAT’S A HOOKER WITH ISSUES BUT BOTH MFS HEALS THEIR TRAUMA BY BEING PARENTS TO THE NEW GEN MUTANT TURTLES BABIES🐢🐢🐢🐢

AGAIN ILYSM AND THANK U @turrondeluxe FOR THIS AU😭👹💗

ar ar ar

SAVING THIS😭

these mfs carrying the colonel miles quaritch fic tumblr

@nqify @milknhonies @ikranwings @fanfiction-blep @woodspr1te @cuethediscoandthedrinks @whoreish-behaviour @lousvintagehelmet @cautionworks @abs-2020

PLS TAG ME SO I CAN SEE THE REST WHEN UPDATED😭 how dare u for making me cry at 12am

Chapter 15.

Na'vi miles quaritch x Na'vi reader

Yall been waitimg for this one......TURN IT UP ☝️🎉

Yall know what this chapter is gonna be about.

But just in case.

DO NOT READ THIS ANYWHERE YOUR NOT SUPPOSE TO READ IT!!!

TW- SMUT, THIS IS STRAIGHT SMUT. NSFW. JUST PURE UNHOLY SMUT.

-Chapter 15 Mated before Eywa-

Miles followed you out into the forest, he stayed close not wanting to be too far from you. Once you deemed far enough you turned to him.

"'You came with others, they have blood on their hands…."' You said hesitantly, ears drooping back.

"'They are learning the ways of eywa…The ways of the barren lands as i have once did and still am."' He assured you cupping your cheek. You looked up into his eyes, your skin illuminating and specks glowed brightly with his.

"' You try to make a tribe…A tribe can not be led without a strong leader."' You told him.

"'I've lead them for almost half of our lives and even more so of our rebirths, They will follow me."' He assured you as he memorized how gorgeous you looked in the glowing forest of the oasis around them.

"'Tribes would mean settling in one place, that makes them vulnerable out here."' You told him a hand holding onto his, on your cheek.

Miles' ears twitched.

"'Ours will travel, we will find a way to make it work."' he whispered to you.

"'Do you trust them around our son?"' You asked looking into his eyes

His heart swelled and his tail swayed.

"'You see spider as one of your own?"' He questioned your ears slicked back as one of protective looks for those bright eyes of yours.

"'If you try to take him from me, I'll strike you down."' You growled of warning and his tail swayed faster. "'He is my son, I've raised in in the ways of these lands, He's my son by right."' You hissed.

"'And your son he will stay"' He assured you brushing his thumb across your cheek."'I will never take him from the woman i always thought would be a strong mother to him."'

Your eyes softened.

"'Those children, I said they cou-"'

'"I will protect them, I'll keep them and spider safe."' He promised.

You leaned into his touch, eyes closing, and he came closer to you.

Your gorgeous sunset eyes opened again and met him.

"'If you are to be leader of a tribe, you must have a worthy mate by your side. One your tribe will follow as well as you."' You told him. His hand moved to your chin softly moving your head up to him.

"'I have already chosen my mate, But she must want to be mine as well. "' He whispered to you.

Your eyes wavered with emotion,

"'You must be sure your tribe will follow her…This will be forever, there is no other, It would be a lifetime bond."' You warned him, he softly guided you to a tree pressing you to it as his tail swayed, he noticed your own swaying as well.

"'I've seen you take a beast down by a bare blade, end a life before it can begin because its mother and father attacked us, I've had you put me under you many times in submission, You're the only woman I will ever want y/n"' He whispered.

Your eyes wavered again before your hands went to his face.

Miles closed the gap between you both taking your lips with his own. His hands moved to your hips as he squeezed them causing a soft noise from you. His tail swayed as shocks of energy shot through him, moving his arms to your ass he barely squatted down before pulling you up, feeling your legs wrap around his waist he held onto you with one arm the other holding the tree for support as he kissed you, his tongue swirling in your mouth around yours causing you to let out soft shy of slight confusion noises. He pulled away softly connecting his forehead with yours.

"'i see you."' He purred to you. Your face brightened with that enchanting smile of yours.

"'I see you."' You purred back.

His hand moved to your hip as he supported all your weight on his arm.

"'Do you chose me?"' He asked you, he watched your eyes brighten more as your hand went to his cheek.

"'Yes, yes my miles."' you whispered.

A growl left him as he could smell your scent grow. He moved his face into your neck before nipping at it and kissing it before setting you back on your feet. He carefully moved you to lay down on your back as he removed your hood and the wrappings of fabric that yept you clothed.

Moving the last of it he was taken away at how gorgeous you were, his hands moved alongside your hips up, he cupped your breast softly massaging them, they looked soar for taking up a hungry child. he gently massaged them causing soft sounds and purrs leave you as his thumbs made circles on your nipples. You had looked slightly engorged and he moved his head, softly licking your nipple, he took it in his mouth and began to suck on it, You moaned and shuttered beneath him, Your milk filled his mouth and it was tangy and sweet, he swallowed and did another big suckle on your nipple swirling his tongue around it as his mouth filled with milk once more, he moved to the other giving it the same gentle treatment as he carefully massage your other tiddy in his hand. Pulling away he licked his lips, seeing you panting underhim made his pants feel tighter. His nose flared as he could smell your heat and slick, moving his hands down from your breasts to your thighs he spread your legs widely apart, causing your pussy to spread open for him.

Miles growled as he saw you already dripping for him to fill you. He licked his lips again before moving down close to your pretty pussy before dragging his tongue from your opening to your clit. He swirlijg his toung around your clit and suckked onto jt hearing your moans and gasps. He groaned as you tasted so good. He slightly pushed on your knees back spreading you more wide open for him as he swirled his tongue around your opening. His emerald eyes met your bright amber ones as he sunked his tongue deep into your pussy. Your head was throwing back and you moaned as you shivered. Miles groaned as he indulged in fucking you with his toung, the juices you leaked melted on his toung and he sucked them up as if he was a starving man. He moved his thumb to your clit and swirled it in soft circles as he suckked onto your pussy, swallowing your juices as you cummed over his face. You moaned loudly and your back arched. Miles purred around your pussy as he continued to suck and lick and swirled his tongue around inside of your clenching walls. He felt your hand move into your hair pulling on it as your gasps and moans echoed around you both. He purred as your nails scratched at his scalp and he shoved his face deeper into your gushing pussy, devouring you up, he felt your walls clench how your heart raced as you cummed harshly onto him once more. He pulled away softly pantly and licked his lips and chin. He noticed you held your queue looking at him with hooded eyes.

"'Miles~'" You softly purred.

Miles understood and moved his own queue over his shoulder, carefully moving yours to his,connecting them. His eyes widened as he could feel you, all of you, your racing heart, your panting chest, your throbbing twitching pussy that begged to have him bury his dick roughly inside of its walls.

He groaned as he felt your pleasure, He wanted to give you more.

He moved you up over him, your knees either side of his head as he laid on his back. You gave a look of uncertainty towards him but he had already moved his hands to your thighs pulling you and your dripping hot pussy to his mouth, his tongue penetrating you deeply, You moaned and arched on top of him causing his tongue to go even deeper as you pressed your pussy harshly to his face.

Miles felt your pleasure shoot up and down your spine and to the pool above your clit, he groaned his own dick swelling ready to fill you to the brim with his own cum.

Miles licked and sucked onto you as you had began to ride his face, He sucked harsh breathes through his nose as he swirled his tounge over your clit on of his hands sliding frok your thigh to your dripping cunt sliding in two fingers, he heard your loud spunds of pleasure as you fucked yourself onto his mouth and fingers that fillled you, he felt your fluttering walls clentch around his fingers as he pumped them into your dripping pussy with your rythem, the squeltxhinf noises coming frol your lewd cunt made him groan and buck his hips into the air. Your slick dripping down his chin and chest, the smell making him drool as he ate you out, feeling you cumm over him once again.

He listened to your panting as he moved his tounge from your puffy clit licking his lips.

His eyes made contact with yours and both of you purred to each other.

He watched as you moved down him to his pants, Your smaller hands fighting to move them from his body and he moved a hand to snapp the belt off and shove down his pants and boxers, His rigded dick springing free from its clothes. Miles watched as you hovered your dripping cumt about his dick and he went to move to soak his hand with his saliva to make it easier when he gasped, throwing his head as your hot slippery pussy started to spread wide around his tip. He groaned as he watched you slink down on him, noises leaving both you and shocks of pleasure sparking down each other. His green eyes focused on each rigid part of his dick sliding into you, locking you to him as your velverty quivering walls squeezed down on each inch of him.

"fuck" He growled as he pushed his hips up into you bottoming himself out inside of you, he could feel the sparks of pleasure build back up in a pool just above your clit and below your belly button.

You both moaned as you began to slide up, your walls catching on each ridge almost coming off of his dick before you pushed yourself back down burying him deeply in the hot dripping walls.

Miles growled and purred and he held your thighs before bucking into your delicious soaked cunt, your moans leaving you as he pounding up into you making slapping downs each time your dripping juices pooled on his pelvic and hit back onto your soaked pussy lips. He hissed as he soon turned you both burrying himself deeper into you as he fucked you into the ground, a hand going to your clit were he swirled tight fast circles onto it making you cry out, hes thrusts got rougher as his dick began to sprwad open your cervix exposijg your wound to his tip. Your tails flailed around before finder each others and coiling around as he moved your thighs you you pounding into your trembling pussy, thick creamy cumm you realsed pooling around his ridged dick as he fucked it back into you growling. He pushed himself ontop of you capturing your lips as he fucked through your releases soon plundging deeply in you coating your wombs walls with his thick creamy cum. You both were moaning messes as he continued to pump his dick in and out of your fluttering cunt, pushing his cum in and out of you as he milked himself empty.

You both panted harshly enbracing each other, kissing each other heartedly and miles growled and he pulled you up from the ground and onto his waist.

"'So tight,"' He hissed as your walls clenched around him. He moved back using his hand to push himself up as he held onto your thighs holding you to his waist. Your arms went flying around his neck, eyes widening before moaning as you felt him hardening inside of you fully erect. He moved to a tree pinning you there and fucked into you once more pumping deeper and deeper into your womb, both of you a moaning snarling mess. He hissed before biting your collar bones causing you to shriek out in pleasure clenching your cunt around him as he fucked you into the tree. His hands squeezing your ass, his mouth heatly swirling over your engorged nipples as he sucked on them. Your hand went into his hair and pulled his head back and up bringing him to your lips as you kissed him greedily causing him to groan as his balls slapped against you as he pounded into you deeper. he pulled away panting as he bucked his hips into your dripping walls moaning as he smacked your ass causing you to jump with a gasp.

"'Oh you like that sunshine? You like it when daddy smacks you?"' He purred such filthy words into you as he felt your walls clench greedily around his dick causing his head to fly back as he grinded it into you.

"'Yea you you do~ Such a dirty sunshine."' he growled causing you to moan as another slap came across your ass as he pressed you deeper into the tree fucking your harder, he felt your walls clench and your body spasmed under him as you creamed over his dick ones more causing him to groan,

praises and prayers left you lips as he sunked bavj into your juicy pussy ejaculating his own creamy thick cum in ribbons into your womb. he softly grinded into your trembling and squirting body as he milked every last drop of him before pulling out. He panted as he massage your ass, your head leaned against his chest and he purred as he kissed your forehead.

"'Done already?"' He purred to you and you moaned into his ear, shaking your head no as you pushed yourself up.

"'good girl"' He purred.

He carefully slid you down to your knees, your face near his dick as he pressed it to your lips.

"'Open them."' He ordered and you listened to your mate spreading your lips open, drool dripping from them causing him to cuss as he groaned as you. He pushed himself into your mouth moaning at how good you felt, he instructed you to close your lips and when you did he began to slowly pump his dick in and out of your mouth, hearing you gag and whine at first before purring and moaning around you.

"'fuck thats a good girl"' He praised you as he fucked into your mouth and down your throat.

Your purring throat vibrated on him making him a mess as his thighs and calves trembled to stay standing up.

"'fuck"'

"Fuck"

Miles became a moaning mess and you could feel how much pleasure you were bringing him, every jolt closer and closer to his release, he looked beautiful head back, mouth opening and closing as swears and praises left him, his arm flexing and unflexing as his hand held you in your hair. His tail whipped around wildly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Miles, Your miles.

You felt his dick twitched in your mouth and you slacked your jaw feeling him press down into your mouth deeply. He swore and soon his thick creamy cumm filled your throat, your eyes stung as you forced yourself to swallow his load and he soon pulled out from you before falling to his knees pushing his lips against yours, You could taste yourself and himself in the kiss and both of you moaned into each other.

Miles softly pressed you back onto your back, softly moving your legs over his hips as he slid his dick back into your pulsating cunt.

You moaned sweetly against his lips as he chased after them pressing sweet kisses alongside your jawline to your ears. He began to rock himself in and out of you, both of you moaning at the soft sweet pace.

Both you could feel each other's pleasures and steady rocked into each other. Miles peppered kisses down your neck and backed it to the other side of your face's jawlines before pressing his forehead against yours, Bright amber eyes met bright emerald eyes. You softly moaned at the love and adoration in his eyes as he softly pumped into you.

"'Nga yawne lu oer"' He whispered to you adoringly and you gasped as your walls clenched over him as your release wracked through your body, You clawed at his shoulders panting, tears of joy leaving your eyes as you looked at him

"'Nga yawne lu oer"' You whispered to him lovingly as you felt him jerk. He groaned as his body twitched as he cummed deeply inside of your womb one last time.

Both of you panted against each other as he moved you to him, curling around you as his strong warm arms wrapped around you.

You smiled as you felt your eyes grow heavy. feeling one of his large strong hands rest on your stomach protectively.

Both of yours and His breathing slowed down matching as one as you both drifted off to sleep as one.

Both of you have mated before.

And eywa blessed your mating tied to each other for the rest of each other's lives as one.

He was finally yours,

And you were finally his.

And as the night cooled down, you were snuggled up warm against him.

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The Shifter

Part 2 of filo!shifter!reader x cod various!

You've awoken from your sleep, you scrambling off your bed only to fall and hit the hard floor of your bedroom. Groaning as you untangled yourself from the sheet of blanket, you sat there for a minute the grogginess disappearing. Lips pulled into a thin line before it slowly turned into a disturbing crazed grin, in the current reality, they can't do anything without consequences but now, they can do whatever they want, all the fantasized murder and tortured they always dreamed of doing to someone will come true. Can you blame the dark corrupted side, its slumber has come to an end. Its fighting to take control, they want, no they need bloodshed. " Freckled Jesus, I think I need to stop reading dark novels and humor'' you said as you stood up and went on with your daily routine, you can't wait to sleep.

''This is all of the recruits?" Price asked Laswell as he went through each file and stops at a particular file. ''What's up with this one? Its just a picture, and a name. What about the other info?" Price asked again, he was puzzled. The picture showed of a person with (h/c) hair that stopped just below the shoulder, (e/c) eyes, skin tone is near a tan and caramel color, and a child-like face. Y/N alias Trese/Roja/Pamero. ''About that, we can't find anything about this Y/N person'' Laswell said as she leaned back to her chair, arms crossed as she stared at the Brits. ''No record, no birth certificate nor documentations about them its like they don't exist'' Laswell said, even she was puzzled when she got the file. It showed nothing, even one of her best men cannot find a single thing about them. ''So your saying, we have a phantom, a ghost'' Price asked as he stared at those (e/c) orbs. ''What do you want me to do then'' the man asked the blonde as he tucked the folder away. ''Keep an eye on that recruit, I want some informations about them. Any type of information, submit it to me'' Laswell said as her gaze turned serious. ''I'm counting on you 141 to unravel the mistery of Y/N'' Price closed his eyes and nodded, ''I'll tell the boys'', he exited the shop leaving Laswell to drink her coffee. ''Y/N .......who are you''

''What's this'' Soap asked Price who handed them a particular file, he opened it making sure Ghost can see it to while Gaz reads it from behind the two as Price drives. ''Y/N? Who's she? Why aren't there more information about them?" Soap asked as he handed the file to Ghost, who's gaze narrowed at the (e/c) orbs of the girl. ''Those eyes looked familiar....." Ghost said as he caught there attention. ''What do you mean? They look familiar?" Gaz asked. ''This eyes are what I saw yesterday when we finish the mission'' Price looked at Ghost from the mirror and put his eyes on the road. ''Laswell said to gather information about her, she has no background, not even a single info. Just her name and picture, she's like a ghost who doesn't exist as Laswell put it'' Price said as he took a turn and kept driving ''So were going to find out, she was watching us from yesterday if what Ghost said is true'' Gaz said.

''Then she must be the one who Ghost sensed at the forest'' Soap said, ''she was quiet, she followed Soap without him knowing it'' Price said, ''however we aren't sure if its really her who you saw Ghost. It could be anyone else who also had (e/c) eyes'' The said male grunted as he handed the file back to Soap who' lips are in a thin line. ''We'll see who she is, we might meet her in person''

You looked at the duffle bag? Honestly, it has everything you need, ''the fuck is this an inventory, Oh! Arnis sticks! Yahoo! Fear me you peasants'' you jumped like a child with the sticks in your hands like an idiot. Stopping and clearing your throat, you exit the forest head to where there are others getting in the bus that will escort them to the base. You hold the bag close to your body before straightening your clothes, a black shirt and catgo pants and boots. 'Man, I look good in this' although it was big considering your stature is, 4'9 well, smol, tiny smol looking like a child. The outfit was baggy hiding your figure but not entirely just the ass and curves but not the chest. ''The heck a kid'' the driver said as he scanned the the girl in front of him. ''Rude, much'' you said as you went inside, you gained some looks. ''Wow, your short. Are you lost kid?" '¹Anak ng tipaklong' this is gonna be quite a ride.

''Wait so your telling me, this your natural height. How old are you?" Morgana, a red head with striking blue eyes that you befriended asked. ''That's a secret, were here? The bus stopped'' you said. ''Hey! What do you mean a secret!" Jane Cristine or as you call her by a nickname you gave since its too long, Jc whined. She was a brunette with beautiful green eyes, she looked like a care-free Eren Jaeger without the problems. ''Oh yeah, your right. Let's go'' Morgana said as she took her bag and exited the bus, you and Jc followed.

''Woah, this place is huge, is that where we sleep?" Jc pointed at the two story high building, ''maybe'' you answered. Your gut churned, making you pull your lips in a thin line, a burning gaze drilling holes at the back of your head. ''²Anak ng timpaklong, Ano naman ang problema ngayon'' you said in tagalog turning your head, your eyes meeting Ghost's gaze. 'Shit does he know' you hold eye contact, gaze unwavering at each other ''Y/N!" Morgana called to you earning a hum, gaze not leaving the British male. ''Let's go we have to leave our bags in the barracks! Come on now''

''Yeah, coming'' you said and broke the eye contact with Ghost going after your new friends. ''So that's her, eh?" Soap asked as he watched the (h/c)-nette leave. ''She's shorter than I imagined, thought the lass was tall though'' he said as he and Ghost went to Price

¹Child of a grasshopper

²What's the problem now

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Make the Bond - Pt. 1

Summary: Unexpectedly, your life is flipped upside down when a waterlogged stranger washes ashore in your village. Hostile, nasty, and unable to speak the language, he makes for a headache of a combo. But something inside tells you not to give up on him, that he’s capable of learning and change. But how are you supposed to trust this yellow-eyed stranger when you suspect there’s more to him than he’s letting on? Not to mention the rumors of a dangerous avatar on the loose….

A/N: Link to the ao3 version here. 

Part one of ?

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At first, you had thought you’d made a really good catch.

It was the last toss of a very long day and your basket was frustratingly empty. The fibers of the net had rubbed your hands to an irritated red and your shoulders were aching from fatigue. Your fishing abilities were not one of the finer things about yourself. Many of your days were spent in the corals of the shallows, plucking stones smoothed from decades of the ocean tide to weave into jewelry or languishing in tide pools warmed from the sun. You’d matured in the clan, and had passed the tests required of young Metkayina to reach adulthood, and yet you felt a certain displacement in your village. Your father, Olo'eyktan of your settlement, was often troubled by this. Though you weren’t in line to inherit titles and responsibilities (those would fall to your eldest brother), a certain measure of appearances still needed to be kept. And having an aloof youngest daughter didn’t help. So, in line with the duties of a daughter, you were often sent to do tasks away from the village. Like fishing.

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our little secret

aemond targaryen x reader one shot

part one: revelations

summary: aemond promised to take you as his wife when the time was right and you had no reason to doubt him. but when news of his engagement to cassandra baratheon is announced, and your name is left ruined by his nightly visits to your chamber, you have no choice but to flee from the shame you have brought upon your family and to run from the man you love. but not all is as it seems.

word count: 4373

warnings: : sexual references and nsfw scenes. period typical misogyny and course language.

From the moment you were born, you were told your only importance was how successful your marriage would be for the furtherment of your family. Your older brother would inherit your father’s titles and his lands, but all you had was a dowery that you could not touch for it would belong to your future husband. You were told that the only skills you needed were to please the men around you in hopes that they might take a liking and to learn the customs that make a good wife.  

“Your future depends on tonight. Every eligible suitor shall be at this ball, and you must present yourself perfectly. Do not let your family down.” You felt your mother tug your hair with extra force as she readied you for the great feast to honour the king on his name day. 

“Yes mother.” You whispered, desperate for her to approve.  

“We have spent much gold on this dress so do not make it needless. We will not have you come back without a suiter again.” Taking in the bright blue silk that pressed tightly against you, forcing your chest to push up further than you thought possible, you bowed your head in obedience. You wished to tell her that every other gathering only presented halfwits and morons, but you would never dare speak to her that way. She would tell you to be grateful that the men had looked at you and that their house name would provide stability and protection. She would curse you for being ungrateful and spoilt, making it much easier to simply keep your mouth shut. 

“I shall make you proud mother.” You wanted to. Gods, all you wanted was your family’s love and gratification, but you would not be looking for a suiter tonight. You would not allow the Lannister lord to sneak you to the gardens to talk, nor would you allow the Baratheon boy to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. The cousin of the House Strong would not be allowed to read you his poetry and you would certainly not allow the first-born Tyrell to steal a kiss is the dark. No one would court you, for you were taken. You just needed time to explain it to your family. They would not understand just yet.  

“Come. You are ready for them to see you, and what a sight you are.” Submissive to your mother’s order, you stood and followed numbly behind her. The walk to the hall was a blur of noise and colour. Your father always had to be leading, standing tall in front of the courts. You all belonged to a small house, nameless years ago, but your father had built his power through his cunning ways. But as powerful as he considered himself, your house was still a small one meaning you were one of the first to enter the hall. Not many were there to see your entrance, but your father kept his head high and his strut powerful. You admired his dedication to the role. 

“I am sure your mother has told you what is expected of you tonight.” His fierce gaze did not waver as you quickly ducked into a curtsey. 

“Yes father.” Your family had told you of their expectations since you came of age, but they had fallen into the habit of repeating it whenever they were with you. For a year, you had remained without a suiter and your family were blind to the reason. They thought you too plain to keep any man’s interest, and too dull to be admired.  

“Good girl.” No one suspected it you who was keeping the admirers away. That you would tear up the love letter’s that would arrive in the aftermath of these feasts, or that you would decline the company of countless men without fail. Some even found themselves threatened with fire and blood, but it was not you who terrorized them so. 

“The Lannister Lord was quite taken with you after Princess Helaena’s name day celebrations. Perhaps try and make him remember that affection.” Your brother tried to spur you on affectionately, hoping his advice would help you. Again, you simply bowed your head and cast down your eyes.  

“Here., He comes!” Your mother hissed, quickly reaching out and tugging your cheeks to brighten them. Your father instantly stood to attention while your brother quickly squeezed your arm in fondness. Not one cared that Jason Lannister was a year older than your father. 

“You shall shine bright tonight little sister.” He whispered in your ear before nudging your forward. Your whole family bowed in respect for the higher born lord, but he paid no attention as he shamelessly stared at your breasts. 

“Ah my little dove! You disappeared so quick the last time we met! I thought to never see you again!” Without permission, he pulled your hand roughly to his lips. He may have been more considerate if he not already drowning in his cups. 

“My apologies Lord Lannister.” It was challenging to not turn up your nose in disgust and turn away from the proud bastard, but you remained passive under the gaze of your blood. He was still yet to look at your face. 

“I hear the royal family are meeting so they shall not be attending for a little while longer. Let us dance to fill in the time.” You wanted to decline, but your heart squeezed at his words. The smallest reminder and you were caught in your own mind. Senselessly you agreed and repressed the shiver that ran down your spine as he grasped your waist and dragged you to the centre of the dancefloor. Other couples joined to line up beside you and Jamie Lannister finally lifted his gaze from your chest, only to stare at Cassandra Baratheon’s beside you. You watched as she lowered her gaze and giggled, slyly looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She was good at this little play.  The music jolted everyone to attention, and you slowly moved to the beat, dreading the feeling of Lord Lannister’s hands in yours. It was not his touch that you wished to feel right now. You only cared for the touch of another.  

“King Viserys Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Prince of Dragonstone! And his wife Queen Alicent of House Hightower!” The dance was holted and the courtiers fell into a silent bow as the announcement was made. You felt your breath catch and against your will, your neck craned to find a glimpse of who you had been desperate to see.  

“And their children! Prince Aegon Targaryen, Prince Aemond Targaryen, Prince Daeron Targaryen and the Princess Helaena Targaryen!” The family stepped forth into the hall, hands clasped behind their back as they walked straight through the parted crowd. No one dared to look too long, out of fear they may disrespect the royal family, and you too kept your eyes firmly downcast. You heart grew louder in your ears as the echo of footsteps grew closer, before stopping altogether as you gazed them walking in front of you. 

“They better have poured my wine.” You heard Prince Aegon moan as he came to walk past you. 

“You drink more than a Braavosi seahorse.” The sound from Prince Aemond was something you often longed to hear and left goosebumps all over you. The deep voice was enough to have you blushing, thinking back to the scandalous things he had whispered to you the very night before. 

This was your secret. Aemond Targaryen, the second prince to King Viserys, and the proud rider of the fierce dragon Vaghar, was your lover. Every night he would take the secret passage to your chamber and claim you, over and over. He would worship your body and be floored by your mind while praising the gods they had sent you to him. He adored you, and you him. But it had to remain your little secret. Your family would not believe you would be able to capture a prince, no matter how high they wanted you to marry. 

That’s why you prayed no one saw him extend his finger to brush through your hair as he walked by you. 

“Please! Be relaxed!” The king laughed. Releasing a breath, everyone went back to standing straight and watching as the Targaryen family took to their seats. King Viserys began a speech, thanking all those who had come to attend his celebration, and you tried to pay attention. You truly tried. But Aemond had yet to move his gaze from you, leaving you blushing and trying not to make eye contact for too long. It had been a year since you had given yourself to him, and yet it still left you dizzy as if it the first time you received his attention.  

“Aegon sure loves his cups.” You had forgotten that Jason Lannister remained in your presence and flinched as he whispered into your ear with his foul breath. He leaned against you, making you almost buckle under his weight in shock. It was impossible to miss the way Aemond’s gaze darkened. You tried to politely move away from the man, but you could not leave your position without him falling to the ground. For the rest of the speech, you tried desperately to ignore the weight, and the smell, of Lord Lannister and instead tried to remember something else to take your mind of it.  

Watching Aemond draw his goblet to his lips, you remembered the feeling of his tongue making its way down your naked form, the feeling of his mouth on your most sensitive parts. The feeling of ecstasy as he made you crumble beneath it for the fourth time that night. The memory of last night made your experience much easier to bear. 

“Now let us dance and be merry! Let us have some music!” The band were quick to restart the song, and everyone scrambled to take their places. It was a flurry of skirts and elbows, everyone desperate to fulfil the wishes of the king. You were dragged to your spot by Lord Lannister, who you did not know could even stand straight. Quickly readying yourself, you paid no attention to who lined up beside you.  

“Thank you for dancing with me.” A sweet voice laughed beside you, as you flattened your skirt and pulled at the cuffs of your sleeves. You felt ridiculous in such heavy layers during the summer, but your father thought keeping the coverage would show your purity. 

“Anything for you sweet sister.” With a jolt, your head swung up to see Aemond standing proudly, leaving Jamie darkened by his shadow. You had yet to see Aemond dance in public as he had only danced with you twice, privately, and under the influence of too much wine. His eye remained staring at you, and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your lips. Only you would have noticed the way his lips also curved upwards. 

“Princess Helaena. Prince Aemond. It shall be an honour to have you as our dance partners.” Lord Lannister was breathless at the sight of Aemond, as may often were. The respect he had gained from his fighting skills and philosophies often either intimidated or attracted the court. You quickly bowed in agreement. 

“A pleasure.” You whispered. Helaena simply giggled before holding out her hand to her younger brother. You mimicked the move to Jamie and watched Aemond tense as your hand was squeezed much too tightly. The band began the music once more and everyone began moving in sync. You did not allow yourself to get too close to the Lannister, but the moment you spun into Aemond’s arms you felt yourself be pulled flush against the prince. The proximity could easily be seen as a part of the dance, but everyone was blind to the way both your bodies were alight with the familiar feeling of desire.  

“I do not intend to spend too long here my love. I do hope you intend to leave soon.” His voice was hushed as he pulled your body up and spun you around to the dance. 

“Whatever my prince desires.” You breathed out as your mouth leant close to his ear. He spun you so that your back was pressed tightly to his chest and lifted your arm to trail his fingers along. 

“You know what I desire. Make sure your servants make your bath than retire for the night. I will take care of the rest.” 

+++ 

It was not two minutes after your maids did retire that night, that the hidden door into your room swung open widely. You had no time to prepare before Aemond had you wrapped up in his arms and his hand tangled into your hair. 

“You look fucking delicious in that dress.” He moaned as he moved his face to bury into your chest. You laughed and tried to push him away mockingly but took delight in the way he pressed his lips tightly against yours. You sighed at the feeling and cherished the way you felt him relax in a way that he would only do for you.  

“You may take me as many times as you like tonight Aemond, but I need to bathe first. Jason Lannister spilt his wine all over me.” You cursed that you had to break away from his kiss, but the stickiness of your skin was unbearable. 

“I should have cut him down right then and there. How dare he touch what is mine?” Aemond hissed but you both fell silent. How was he to know? No one was aware of your arrangement yet. Aemond first needed to gain permission from his family to have you as his wife, a proposition which you had accepted long ago. It was hard to find the right time, however due to the king’s ailing heath and rising tensions amongst the royal family. You did not mind. You would wait a lifetime for him. 

“Come and join me my darling. I want to wash your hair.” You ignored the heaviness of the room, and instead walked backwards while guiding him by his hand. He smiled lovingly at you and brought your hands to his lips.  

“I crave nothing more.” When you reached the tub, he moved to stand behind you and began to unlace the back of your gown. He could not go two seconds without kissing the back of your neck. 

“Pay attention! The bath will get cold.” You tried to reprimand him, but your eyes screwed shut in pleasure to which he took great delight. It took longer than it should have, but when you were both finally bare you watched as he lowered himself into the water. His eyes raked over your naked form as if he was seeing it for the first time. 

“Moulded from the gods.” He breathed out in reverence. Once upon a time, his attention was overwhelming. Now you were filled with nothing but bliss. You joined him but kneeled before him instead of laying against his chest. 

“Do come closer I might catch a chill.” He frowned, making you giggle as the steam that rose from the almost scorching water almost made it impossible to see one another. 

“Not until you are as bare as me.” Biting your lips, you placed your hands on your thighs and stared at him expectingly. Aemond held your gaze for some seconds, before humming begrudgingly.  

“Fine. But you take it off. I wish to use my hands elsewhere.” Crawling forward so you leaned on top of him, Aemond grabbed your hips and quickly nipped at your shoulder. 

“Ow.” You cried out in fake shock as your hands moved up towards the back of his head. Fumbling around, you loosened his eyepatch enough so that you could slip the leather off his head. He did not break eye contact as his missing eye became exposed, and in its place a perfectly carved sapphire. Delicately running you finger down the side of his face, you pressed a small kiss on his scarred eyebrow. 

“Perfect.” Your sigh was enough for him to pull you down to him and yet again pull you in to a feverish kiss. Aemond allowed his hands to clutch desperately at your body before flipping you over. Holding your breath, you felt both your bodies submerge under the water, but he refused to break the kiss. You cried out in shock and could not stop laughing as you broke through the surface. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” You giggled as you pushed your soaking hair from your face. He smiled lazily at you as he reclined back into the bathtub, slowly tugging you with him. 

“Well, you needed me to soak my hair for you to wash it did you not?” With an eyebrow raised expectantly, Aemond pushed forward the rosewater left behind for your own hair. No one would know the way Aemond was behind your closed doors, and you were devoted to keeping it your little secret. You moved to sit behind him and allowed his body to relax into yours as you began massaging your fingers a top his skull. It was a comfortable silence as you washed him and with closed eyes, Aemond moaned at your touch. 

“I must admit something to you.” He only spoke once you had rinsed his hair and his voice was nothing more than a whispered. 

“What must you confess?” 

“I discussed my future proposal with my father.” Your fingers stopped for a second, before hesitantly running down the fallen strands. 

“What of it?” You whispered. You were no fool. You knew that the royal family would not simply allow their son to marry such a lowborn lady. But you could not help but hope for dear life that they had. 

“I have requested that I chose who I shall wed. And he has agreed.” Pushing Aemond forward, you stared at him with widened eyes. 

“You jest.” You glared at him but could not slow your beating heart. Shaking his head, Aemond clasped your hands together with sincerity. 

“Not of this. I have given much to my family. This is all I have asked for and he says it is to be granted.” 

“You're making a fool of me.” Pushing Aemond away, you quickly climbed from the bath and wrapped yourself in a gown, concealing yourself from his gaze. He was quick to follow, calling for you as he followed to your bedroom. 

“You think me a liar?” Grasping your shoulders, he turned you to face him. His heart broke at the sight of the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. 

“You are a prince. You will not be allowed to marry me.” You tried hard, but a sob racked your body and you desperately tried to spin away from his sight. His hands firmly kept you facing him. 

“I told you long ago that I would marry you. And when have I ever broken a promise? We are made to fit against one another my love. Without you I would lose half my heart, half my soul! I will not allow you to be taken from me and I have made it clear to my father! He has agreed! I swear it on my mother’s soul! You shall be my wife and you shall be the mother of my children! I would not jest of my love for you.” You could not speak for all that left your mouth were cries. Bundling you up in his arms, Aemond tightly pressed himself to you. 

“You are my love. My light. If I am not with you, I shall die the most painful death, I just know it. I love you. I promise you this. You shall be my wife.” 

You believed him. 

+++ 

The next day, you found yourself nervously pacing your families' quarters, awaiting your father. You brother stared at you as if you were a mad woman, but your mother was too caught up in her own excitement. She could not believe her husband had been called to a private audience with the king. 

“Gods. What could it be about!?” She clutched her pearls as she too paced around the room. Your brother simply sat upon the couch, amused by the women in his life.  

“I hear the master of coins is to retire. Perhaps father is to be offered the position.” He put forward the idea casually, but your mother burst into hysterics at the mere thought. You, however, knew what was being said. You had wished Aemond had given you time to explain to your family the relationship you shared with the young prince. It would surely come as a shock. 

“WHERE IS SHE!?” You father’s voice shook the doors from the mighty boom. Everyone jumped in shock. 

“What...” 

“WHERE IS THAT FUCKING WHORE!?” The very words struck you and you felt your insides crawl. You were instantly nauseas. You knew if you were truly engaged to a prince your father would have wept with pride. Doing your best to suppress your dread, you assured yourself.  

Aemond had promised. 

The doors burst open, and everyone watched in horror as your father strode in and grasped your shoulders tightly. 

“You wench!” He cried out before tossing you towards your brother. He leaped to his feet to catch your stumbling form. 

“Father I...” 

“You have shamed this family! You have RUINED YOURSELF! YOU ARE TARNISHED! WHAT SANE PERSON WOULD WANT YOU NOW! YOU FOOLISH FUCKING WHORE!” You father’s words cut deep, and you instantly began shaking. Desperately looking between your family members, you felt your breath quicken and your mind began to race. 

“Lord husband? What is the meaning of this?” Your mother cried as she moved to grab his arm, but your father simply twisted from her and pointed his finger close to your face. 

“Your whore of her daughter has bedded Prince Aemond! The word has gotten to his father the king!” Your mother shouted in disagreement, but you felt your brother’s supportive grip loosen. 

“Father please I...” 

“He has banished you! He has requested I take you from the Red Keep this very instant! He says he is ashamed of such debauchery taking place beneath his ceilings!” You cried out at his words, and tried to stumble away, but your father would not allow you. 

“There must be some mistake!” Your mother tried to protect you, but your brother spun you to face him. Wiping away your tears, he looked at you in sympathy. 

“What did he promise you?” Your father shouted at the question and quickly took to pacing the room. 

“He loves me.” Your voice was a whimper, leaving you unable to defend yourself against your father's onslaught. 

“He desires you little sister. He is incapable of love. He is a man with royal tastes. He is just like his brother.” You began shaking your head at his mocking words and struggled to free yourself from his tight grip.  

“You do not understand! He loves me. He promised he would...” You began sobbing before you could finish the sentence making your brother click his tongue in pity. 

“Do you not see? You’ve been tricked. Did he promise your marriage? He is an heir to the throne! The marriage of a Prince is a political matter. You think he would simply be allowed to choose you as his wife? What would you offer the throne? You are a fool. He has tricked you sister and left you shamed.” You moaned in disagreement at the taunting before yet again trying to break his hold. Crying out in anger, you began kicking backwards. 

“You do not understand! He has been promised! He is to marry me!” 

“He has fooled you. You are disgrace by his actions.” 

“No! I must see him! He has requested my hand! He asked his father to marry me!” You heard your father scoff at the words, and soon he began laughing hysterically. The noise made your heaving chest rattle even louder and you desperately shook your head. 

“He is not here you wretched fool! Listen to your brother! His marriage has been planned for months now! All the court knows! Everyone but you because you have been too busy hiding yourself from the truth of the matter. You have acted as a lovesick fool and now our family name must pay the price.” The mocking was met with your desperate rejections, but your body began to weaken. 

“No.” You whined out in anguish. 

“Aemond Targaryen has ridden with Lady Cassandra Baratheon.” You whimpered now, still shaking your head at your fathers' cruel words. 

“Please.” 

“For he wishes to ask her father for her hand directly.” Collapsing to the floor, you became numb to your mothers' sobs and your brothers tuts. Your father leant down to your crippled form and roughly took your chin so that you had no choice but took look at him. 

“Yes. Prince Aemond is to marry. And you are to be banished from his sight for the rest of your years. You are ruined my daughter. You are a shame on the family name. There is a carriage that is to take you on a ship, and from there you shall sail to Dorne. You shall live away from the mess you have created. Perhaps it mercy the king has sent you away from the scandal that shall no doubt brew. You are an embarrassment and a fool.  We hope to never see your whore of a face again.” Your father’s cruel snarl shook you, but you felt yourself falling further and further into a depression.  

You thought of Aemond’s promise. You thought of his laughter and his kisses. You thought of the feeling of his hands on your skin, his lips on yours. His whispers of their future. But everything seemed to be crumbling inside your memory. How had you allowed him to lead you on for over a year? Had it all been an empty promise?  

Did he ever truly love you?  

reblogging this so i can listen to this later😾

Oh my god, the clarity of his grunts, growls, laughter, hmms, and breathing

american mindset is funny to me