If You'd Taken An Arrow (and Run It Right Through Me)

From Marriage To Love

Chapter 1: Lion Slap

Chapter 2: Viper Venom

Chapter 3: Cuts and Wounds

Chapter 4: Game of Hearts

Chapter 5: Wise Choice of Weapons

Chapter 6: Puppet Masters

Pairing: Reader x Oberyn Martell

Warnings: none

Words: 1479

Request: Anonymous Can you write a story where reader is the youngest sister of Cersei. Tywin decides to marry her to Oberyn to have an alliance. Cersei is very protective and stays close to her sister all the time.Oberyn and reader meet each other at the gardens and instantly fall in love with one another. They get married a few weeks after and Oberyn claims reader as his own(SMUT) and few months later they start a family. Oberyn always flirts with reader even in front of the children (FLUFF) and they live happily.

You wished you could sink them with your gaze as you watched the Dornish ships slowly sliding into the bay. 

You were Tywin Lannister’s daughter and even though you’ve been born from his second marriage he loved you just as much as he loved all of his children. Well, except one of course. But with this, with this decision, he ruined your life for good. The Martells have their reasons for their hatred towards your house yet, your father was ready to throw you into the snakepit.

“It’s gonna be ok, sweetheart.” Cersei consolated you as she stepped behind you at the window, sipping her wine and throwing a scornful glance to the bay before lingering her softest one upon your face.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” She cooed, racking a gentle finger throw your hair. Albeit you were all different, she was your best friend, your sister. She was the single most caring person in your life.

“Myrcella loves being there.”

“I should run away. Left King’s Landing and hide somewhere. You could help me, Cersei. Would you?”

“Don’t be silly.” She said putting down her goblet and frame your wet cheeks with her hands. She was always so confident, unlike you. 

“I’ll make sure you’ll be in good hands, I promise.” Her steady voice stilled your heart and provoked a little smile onto your lips. Because when Cersei promised something she would make it come true.

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the sweetest taboo

pairing: frankie ‘catfish’ morales x f!reader

warnings: SMUT - oral (f receiving), somewhat rough sex, a little dirty talk

a/n: so here it is. i told y’all i would write something because this gif gave me ideas about not-so-soft frankie.

You can’t remember the last time Frankie had been this needy. His lips and teeth are on every inch of exposed skin they can find before you can close the door properly. He snatches his cap off, frustrated with it getting in the way of him getting to you.

“Frankie baby,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. “Let’s go upstairs…” He sucks on a particularly sensitive part of your neck and your knees buckle.

“Mm mm,” he grunts against your skin.

“What?”

“Huh?” He finally pulls away from you looking simply disheveled—pupils blown wide, hair a mess from you running your fingers through it, and breathing as if you had taken his breath away.

“What’s gotten into you?” you tease, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He moves in on you again, this time capturing your lips. His tongue swirls with yours expertly, reminding you of just what else he can do with it. “Want you,” he breathes.

“I can tell…” You smile at him as you pull the shirt out from where it’s tucked into his jeans—the khaki ones he loves so much. “Got any blood left in that head up there or has it already all traveled to the other?”

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Tell Me a Secret | Tutor!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Masterlist

"Tell me a secret, sweetheart."

"I'm really bad at math... Tell me a secret."

"I'm actually good at math."

Summary: A classic tale of idiots to lovers. The school freak who was surprisingly good at math agrees to tutor Hawkins High royalty, the Vice President who's on the verge of failing.

Series in Order:

Tutor

Hellfire Palace

Torn Brown Couch

Bracelet

White Picket Fence

Last Row, Corner Booth

Lover's Lake

♡masterlist will be updated as I post. Taglist is open♡

Frankie x Reader: Hunt, howl, and hatch. "All the doors are open 'cause thr air conditioner's busted."

SIgh. I love one (1) flannel boyfriend so much.

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You stared at the house, a low sigh escaping your lips as you realized that you were going to have to step out of the cool comfort of the car, where you had kept the air conditioner blasting since you’d gotten in. A heat wave was sweeping through the area; it was getting to the point where you could step out the front door and immediately be drenched in a layer of sweat. Curse summer, you thought to yourself, the worst season.

Your eyes narrowed when you looked closer and found that the front door was open, the screen door providing the only barrier. The windows all appeared to be thrown wide open as well. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and opened the door, ready to give Frankie the 3rd degree as to why he had everything open instead of closing off to keep the cool air trapped inside.

A few beads of sweat almost instantly dripped down your face and you hastily wiped as you trudged inside. Frankie’s truck was there, and you knew he was home before you today. You were looking forward to a cool reprieve, but you might have to stick to a cold shower.

“Frankie?” you called out as you stepped into the front door and shut it behind you. Something was immediately off when you realized that the low hum of the air conditioner wasn’t reaching your ears. Shit, “baby?”

A minuscule groan met your ears as you walked into the living room and found the french doors to the backyard open as well. But your husband was nowhere to be found. Walking over to shut the doors, a small yelp escaped your lips as you almost tripped and fell over a pair of long, tan legs. He sat up bolt right in a flash as he caught you and prevented what could have been a nasty fall, “honey, are you okay?”

“Holy shit, Francisco!” you plopped on your bottom with a small oof before taking him in. He was there in nothing but his boxers, a small sheen of sweat covering his whole body. Under any normal circumstances you would have definitely taken advantage of the situation, but right now you were simply not in the mood, “what the hell are you doing on the floor...in your boxers?”

“It’s hot,” he stated simply, “all the doors are open ‘cause the air conditioner’s broken. I’ve called every place in town but they’re all slammed right now. They can’t come until at least tomorrow.”

Your mouth dropped before you sighed heavily; you wanted to be annoyed or mad, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t Frankie’s, or anyone else’s fault....just extremely bad timing and inconvenient, “of all the times. But Frankie, mi amor, you’re supposed to keep everything closed up to keep the heat out, not let it in.”

“I was hoping there would be a breeze,” he gave you a sheepish grin as you reached over and ruffled his dark locks, “I can’t believe I didn’t remember that.”

“You’ve got a lot going on, baby,” you couldn’t but smile as he keened into your touch, “but sometimes I wonder if you possess any common sense.”

“Hey!” he pouted at you, those damn lips inviting as ever as you leaned over and gave him a small kiss. Instantly his frown turned into a smile, his dimples standing out brilliantly on his handsome face, “I guess I forgive you.”

“I’d offer more,” you winked at him, “but it’s too damn hot.”

“Take your clothes-”

“Francisco Morales,” your eyes widened as he pointed at himself, and you quickly realized what he meant, “oh.”

“It’s not much, but it helps a little bit,” he insisted as you nodded, reaching up and starting to pull of your top as he tried to not to appear too eager. A little smirk crossed his features when he realized you were wearing your black lace bra. He was a simple man, he appreciated some good looking lace, "maybe you should keep your clothes on. You're gonna make it too hot in here."

"Shut up, you big dork," you tossed your shirt to the side, giving him a playful nudge before starting to shimmy out of your jean shorts. He let out a small groan at the sight of the matching panties, "like what you see?"

"You're fucking killing me, honey," he groaned as he laid back down and let out a long breath, "looking like that. God, I love you so much."

"Or you're just horny," you laid down next to him, already feeling slightly better from the loss of your clothes. Frankie brought a hand to your face, gently running his fingers over your cheek. The mildest of breezes had finally arrived, and you let a small sound of content, "I love you so much, Frankie."

He leaned over to kiss you, gently nuzzling his nose against yours. The warmth of his body next to yours was almost too much, but you didn't mind, you loved being close to him.

"I have an idea," he said suddenly and you couldn't help but giggle. You dragged a finger along his nose, before stopping and giving it a kiss. You loved his nose, it might have come of your favorite things about him.

"What's your brilliant plan? Is it as good as opening all the windows and doors?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, baby," his hands went to your hips as he pulled you closer, his touch magnetic on your warm skin, "what's your plan?"

"Cold shower," he said with excitement, and you broke into a fit of laughter. He hadn't realized just what he had said at first before it dawned on you.

"I told you that you were just horny," you teased as you sat up, quickly moving to straddle his waist as a wicked idea popped into your head. Frankie just groaned as his hands found purchase on your hips, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," he murmured before sitting up right, holding onto you and picking you up as he started to heading towards the bathroom, "it's time for a cold shower."

"It won't be cold for very long!"

"That's the plan, sweetheart," he almost growled in your ear, "that's the plan."

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏᴛᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

Summary: Working at a video store when your friends aren’t on shift is dull as hell, that is until an unlikely dude starts building up a film collection. And building up the courage to admit his feelings.

Chapter 1: Texas chainsaw massacre

Chapter 2: Duel

Chapter 3: The breakfast club

Chapter 4: grease

Chapter 5: The rocky horror picture show

The Greatest

A sequel to I was all over her 

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female! Reader

Genre: angst, smut?!, gore, not proof read, spoilers for episode 5 & 6 for hotd s2, mdni!

WC: 9555

Summary: Aemond Targaryen and the dance told by the eyes of his wife, Lady Tyrell. 

Thank you @uhnanix for making this canon<3 

Also I am not comfortable with the use of [y/n], so the reader wil be addressed as Lady Tyrell! This fic could also be a stand alone fic, but if you want to read the first part you can go ahead and read I was all over her // main masterlist💌 Enjoy!

“Prince Aemond, wait!” 

Clutching the skirt of her sage green dress, the young lady Tyrell ran through the highgarden’s maze, made out of thorns and hedges making it hard for anyone to see anything behind the tall and thick edges of the maze wall. In an effort to keep up with the older Targaryen boy, she called out to him,

 “Prince Aemond! Where are you?” Taking a turn through the maze, in hopes to find her companion. 

“You’re too slow,” Aemond suddenly said behind her, tapping her feet with his wooden sword. 

“Ow!”

“Stop complaining.”

He took note not to bring a real sword in their activities in order not to cut her by accident.

 “Ow..it’s not my fault you run so fast,” Lady Tyrell complained again. 

“I thought you wanted to play,” Aemond said smugly. 

“Might I remind you that I’m still a lady,” she answered him. Aemond simply rolled his eyes and passed through her, “Come along now.”

They walked deeper into the maze as Aemond dictates her on her High Valyrian. “How do you say Goodbye?” Aemond asks. 

“Geros Ilas.”

“Thank you?”

“Kirimvose.”

“Now, where is the way out?” 

The both of them stopped in front of three different pathways. “Which one is it? Point it to me in High Valyrian,” Aemond said to her. Even as a child, he has always been hard on her. Maybe he just wanted her to excel in High Valyrian, she thought to herself. Being a resident at the highgarden makes her very familiar with the exits and dead ends in the maze, yet she tried to recall the High Valyrian word for north. 

“Ehm…jelmor…?” She pointed hesitantly to the pathway straight ahead. “Jelmor…north,” Aemond nodded with a satisfied smirk. That confirmation brought joy to her as she skipped ahead of him walking down the path towards the exit of the maze. Yet seeing his very sophisticated stance, the young lady Tyrell slowed down and tried to walk like him. Her hands swing awkwardly. A comfortable silence swept between the two children. 

“Why didn’t Aegon play with us?” 

“He had to study,” Aemond answered coldly. 

“Why?”

“Preparing to be king,” Aemond said again, swinging his wooden sword as it hit the hedges of the maze. Feeling her eyes on him, Aemond curiously glanced at her. “What?”

“Do you want to be King?” 

She saw how her question made him freeze. Stopping his tracks in the middle of the maze. As children, she was innocent and never thought about his ambitions or any resentment towards Aegon. But little did she know, her question triggered something in him. “More than anything,” he finally answered before walking ahead of her. “Why?” She curiously asked. Aemond threw a glance at her, “I will be powerful, and I will have a dragon.” Lady Tyrell tilted her head in confusion before jogging up to him. “But it’s boring! You will have duties. Lots and lots of duties!” She exclaimed, spreading her arms wide to symbolize the pile of duties he will have as a king. 

“So?” 

His response made her groan.

“So! You won’t have any time to play!”

“You don’t get to play when you’re king- you wouldn’t understand.”

Aemond grunts as he tries to walk faster than her. But Lady Tyrell didn’t give up and jogs up beside him once more. “Well, I’m glad I wouldn’t understand. I don’t want to be king anyways,” she said, crossing her arms as she walked beside him. “You’re a girl, you don’t get to be king. If you do, you’d probably be a queen,” Aemond said with an annoyed tone, yet she missed how his tone softened at the end. 

“Well I don’t care. I don’t want to be one. ‘Cause it means I’m gonna miss out on all of the adventures in the world!” Running ahead, she cartwheeled with a giggle. As she stood right back up, she saw his impressed expression. “I’ve never seen a girl do that. Where did you learn that?” Aemond asked, intrigued. “My brothers taught me,” she said, dusting off her skirt. Plucking a flower from the edge of the maze, she hummed a tune her mother would sing to her before she goes to sleep. “I don’t think I care about being King. I like who I am right now,” she said to him- or to herself as she plucked the petals of the flowers. 

He loves me, 

He loves me not, 

He loves me, 

He loves me not, 

He loves me. 

Aemond loves me.

She smiled to herself before Aemond caught up to her.

“You know what? I think you’re right. Being King would be boring. I think I’d rather play with you.”

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I'm trying my best

To keep you satisfied

Let you get your rest

While I stayed up all night

“My dear?”

Her mother’s words snapped her out of her daydream. Turning her head, Lady Tyrell could only blink. She has been staring down to the highgarden’s maze from her window. It has been almost a whole moon since she left Kings Landing- since she left her husband. “I-I’m sorry mother, I haven’t been…paying attention,” she says in defeat. “Clearly,” her mother sighs and sits beside her on the edge of her bed. 

“You have been distracted since your return from Kings Landing. Your eyes are tired my dear, when was the last time you slept? Is something bothering you, my sweet?” Her mother asks, stroking her hair gently. “N-no, mother. I’m fine.” Her mother sensed how troubled she looked, but she decided not to ask any further to avoid anger out of her daughter. “Any letters from Helaena?” Her mother asks, changing the subject. 

“I don’t think Helaena is fond of letters, mother.” 

“How was she then? I haven’t seen her since your wedding-,”

“--Not good. She hasn’t been doing well since…you know what happened.”

Blood and Cheese. 

And she was there. 

She could’ve prevented it but-.

“I can’t believe they let those disgusting men in the castle. Even the highgardens have never had such murderous intruders,” her mother complained, rubbing her forehead. 

“They are at war-,”

“A war between kin- a war that will shed more blood in the future. And I won’t let your or our blood be spilled.” 

Cupping her cheeks, her mother shakes her head with a trembling sigh. “I shouldn’t have let them marry you. Now you’re trapped with duty because your husband decided to murder his nephew-,”

“--mother!--,”

“--You know well it was caused by your husband! And now you’ll be left childless–,”

“--Mother, the war started before he was even born, you know that more than anyone! And Aemond does not have time for me or to even bed me! He. Is. At War- We. Are at war.”

Yet he had the time to bed that whore. He had the time to sneak out to the brothels every night. While you had to endure the haunting silence of your own chambers in the keep. And while you had to endure the pain of the loss of his nephew once more. 

Lady Tyrell wasn’t stupid, she knew well the war was triggered because of his mistakes. The death of Jaehaerys was at his fault. How the pain of his family, and her own were triggered by him just because he couldn’t fight his own demons and pain. But even after everything, she couldn’t say all of those things out loud. Not to her mother, not to the world, not to even herself. Not because to preserve his honor, but her own. 

“War? Your father and I does not want to be involved in this bloodshed—,”

“—But you have. The day you wed me to him.” 

Her mother could say nothing as she could only stare and take in what her daughter had laid out to the ground. Nothing but facts. For they have said their allegiance the day their daughter married the Targaryen prince. Neutrality isn’t the answer. “And for now, I only wish for nothing but the safety of my husband. And my own, mother,” Lady Tyrell says sternly. For she realized how little she has done for herself, yet so much for Aemond. And what did it cost her?

Everything.

“You are angry.”

Lady Tyrell looks at her mother, puzzled.

“How could you say that?”

Her mother could only chuckle.

“I too also have a husband. I know what it feels to be powerless.” 

Tapping her chin up, her mother smiles. “Keep your head up high, my dear. You are a Tyrell. A rose with thorns. Don’t let anything, even a dragon snap your thorns away from you.”

As if it was yesterday, the moon was high as Lady Tyrell looked out from the window. A quiet night, she thought. “Up to bed now,” she heard Helaena say to the twins who were still playing with their toys, their laughter filling the room. The sight of her new nephew and niece warmed her heart. Lady Tyrell couldn’t stop herself from joining them, being their usual tickle monster. “Climb to your beds or the tickle monster will catch ya!” Jaehaerys and Jaehaera squealed with laughter as they scurried away to their own beds. Helaena smiled, “Thank you. They are quite difficult when it comes to bedtime.” Helaena said, caressing Jaehaerys’ hair gently as he tucks himself into his blankets.  

“What can I say, they’re still children. They would do anything to play all day,” Lady Tyrell said. “Will you play with us tomorrow?” Jaehaera asked. “Of course I will,” she replied to her sweet niece and kissed her head. “Sweet dreams you two.” Helaena could only stare at the twins for a moment before turning into her new sister in law. “What if…there is no tomorrow?” Her tone was uncertain and scared. “Helaena, there is a tomorrow. As long as the sun rises, we will be okay,” Lady Tyrell reminded the Queen that she is proud to call her sister now. Approaching her, Lady Tyrell took Helaena’s hands into hers, “What is on your mind?” 

Swallowing a lump in her throat, the queen speaks, “I am afraid. Of the rats. I do not wish to leave them alone for tonight.” Glancing to the twins who're already fast asleep, she sighs. “Would you like me to accompany you and the twins for tonight?” Lady Tyrell asked. Helaena quickly nodded, gripping her hands. “Yes, please.” She nodded back to Helaena and gently lets go of her hands. “Alrigh then, I shall inform Ser Criston about my stay so he could guard us for the night.” 

Turning towards the doors, she expected Ser Criston to be stationed in front of Helaena’s chambers. 

Yet when she opened it, no one was outside. 

Just an empty hallway. 

Where is ser Criston?

Lady Tyrell sighed, shaking her head as she was disappointed at ser Criston’s ignorance towards his duty as Kingsguard. “He is not here,” Lady Tyrell informed Helaena, shutting the chamber doors behind her. “I shall inform Aemond tomorrow about this.” Sitting down onto a cushion beside the fireplace, she saw how occupied Helaena was, staring at her children. Like as if she was scared about their wellbeing. 

“Helaena, I swear to you they will be alright for tonight. The rats won’t bite them or you,” Lady Tyrell reassured her. But Helaena shook her head. “It does not bite. It brings a knife with it.” 

“A knife? Helaena, what are you talking abou-.”

The door swung open. 

A man stood there with his knife. A familiar face that lurks through the red keep.

A ratcatcher with a knife. 

Danger. 

She stepped in front of the queen, shielding Helaena from that man. 

“You are not welcome in this place.” 

The man could only smirk, “You’re Aemond Targaryen’s wife, aren’t ya?” His knife pointed at her. “What do you want?” Lady Tyrell asked, not wanting to give any satisfaction. “Where is he?” The ratcatcher asked, yet it was a question neither she could answer. Where is Aemond at night? “You tell me,” she answered. The ratcatcher snarled, twisting his knife between his fingers. “You have no idea, don’t you?” Stepping closer towards them, Lady Tyrell stepped back still shielding Helaena who’s awfully terrified. 

“What do you want?!” She exclaimed. 

The ratcatcher scanned her from head to toe. 

“And I heard that the prince failed to give you a babe. You’re useless to us,”

Her eyes widened with terror. Following his gaze as the dreadful man spots Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. “No!” Lady Tyrell tried to scream but the ratcatcher shuts her up with his hand. “You see, we need a son. Do you have a son?” His question haunted her. She couldn’t answer for she knew that she does not have a son nor was she pregnant with one. But she could not let them touch the twins. No…not the twins…no. Her tears building up in her eyes for she knew what they wanted. 

A son for a son. 

“No son? Then you’re useless to us.”

With a swift motion, the ratcatcher smacked her head. 

Everything was black when she hit the ground. 

And you don't wanna know

How alone I've been

Let you come and go

Whatever state I'm in

Sitting in her childhood bedroom all alone was insufferable. She once yearned for her old bedroom where she thought that she could feel herself again, but to no avail she finds nothing but emptiness, for her childhood happiness was long gone. She left all of her love and duty in Kings Landing. In his hands. It angered her, at some point.

She was still angry at him.

For everything he had put her through. 

Hadn’t she loved him from the very beginning? She didn’t push, she didn’t whine, she didn’t complain. Yet he picked a whore to bed. Idiot. But what could she possibly have done? Yell at him? Scream at him? That’s a death sentence. She’s still a woman in court. Not a queen, she doesn’t even think he would even address her as a princess even if she is his wife. 

She looks down to her dressing table filled with her jewelries and small dragon sculptures that she failed to give to him for their wedding. It was a simple peace offering she wanted to give to him, Helaena, Aegon, and Daeron. To possibly remind them of their fondness as children. But she believed the gods had forbid her to do such thing and just let her…move on. They are not children anymore and things have changed. Growing up, duties, and the war. But what could possibly happen if she pushed harder to make him open the cold doors of his heart? Would things be the same or would things end up differently? Lady Tyrell could only stay silent as her handmaid prepares her to start the day. But what a cruel day it is for the only thing she could think of was Aemond.

Aemond Targaryen.

Stepping down the stairs from her room to the dining hall, she wonders what Aemond is doing by now. “Father, Mother,” she curtsied as she entered the dining hall. The table was served with delicious food she craved for many moons back in Kings Landing. Yet the presence of her brothers were nowhere to be found. She didn’t think much of it and sat on her usual chair. “Are you feeling better, dear?” Her mother asks. She could only nod, “Never better.“

Her father smiled, “It’s certainly better than Kings Landing. Blood is spilled everywhere in that place,” his tone slowly turning into disgust. “People hanged everywhere-,”

“—Lyonel,” her mother scolds, glancing down at the food.

 “Ah yes, my apologies. Let us feast!”

Her family was definitely far much warmer than Aemond’s. She wished to build a family like her own, yet with the war and Aemond’s….choices. It seemed her dreams would never come true. Her thoughts were quickly shooed away as she heard a loud and hurried knock from the door.

“My Lord,” a guard said. “My apologies for interrupting your feast, but there was a raven sent from Kings Landing. I believe it is urgent.” Handing the parchment to her father, Lady Tyrell curiously looked at the letter. Lord Tyrell scans through the letter, reading it briefly, making her and her mother wait on edge. 

“It seems that your husband requested your return.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Immediately.” 

Lady Tyrell snatched the letter away from her father, wanting to see if her father was playing tricks on her. But it seems that he has not. It was written with Aemond’s handwriting, and to summarize the letter itself, Aemond has concluded that he still wanted Lady Tyrell to be present at the court of Kings Landing for she at the end of the day was and will still be his wife. Aemond promised her father that she will be safe at all times. Aemond also requested- no, more like he commanded for her return immediately. It seemed he has sent a few of his men for extra caution for her long journey from Highgarden to Kings Landing. In the meantime, he is off to Rook’s Rest and if he does not find her present at the Red Keep when he is back, he shall burn Highgarden to the ground. 

Looking up with her shocked expression, Lord Lyonel Tyrell could only sigh. “It seems you must pack immediately, my dear.” Her mother nodded as she read the letter through again. “For the sake of Highgarden and yourself, my love.” Lady Tyrell could only stand there in silence. What does Aemond want from her? Does such threats shall be made to make her come back to him? After he betrayed her, she thought he wouldn’t mind her disappearing. Yet now…he commands her return immediately. 

“I..I do not understand,” Lady Tyrell muttered to her parents. 

“You are still his wife and it seems he still sees you as fit,” her mother answered. 

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Made it all look painless

Man, am I the greatest

Her vision was blurry when she woke up, she could only hear a distorted conversation between the two invaders. Oh gods…she remembered. Intruders, Helaena, the twins…they wanted a son. Lady Tyrell forced herself to wake up and pushes her self from the ground with her elbow. She saw how the two intruders ran with a sack in their hands. Gods, where’s Helaena? The twins? She groaned in pain as her head was still spinning. She stood up with her legs wobbly, holding onto the cushion for support. 

What horror she saw that night. 

Blood splattered everywhere at one of the twin’s bed. 

She didn’t even dare to look what’s left. 

She hazily sprinted away, calling out for help. 

Gods where is Helaena? Where are the twins?!

Please…please…

She scurried down to the dark hallways with a sob calling out for anyone. 

And there she bumped into them.

Ser Criston and the dowager queen Alicent alongside with a few of the other fellow guards. “My dear!” Alicent shrieked, pulling her into her motherly arms. “I..Are you alright?” She could only shake her head, “Where is Helaena? Where are the twins?! I-I saw blood!” Alicent looks at her with a horrified expression. “Helaena is at my chambers, Jaehaera is with her- p-please accompany her.” Without no further explanation, she sprinted towards the dowager queen’s chambers, finding Helaena gently soothing her daughter at the corner. 

“Helaena!” She sobs out, running to them and hugging them tight. 

“T-the boy,” Helaena chokes on sobs. 

“J-Jae-Jaehaerys? Wh-where i-is h-he?”

“T-the boy is dead.”

Her heart sank. 

“W-what?”

“I don’t feel safe here…,” Helaena lets out a sob, craddling Jaehaera who knew nothing of the incident. Lady Tyrell nodded, wiping her tears away knowing that Helaena needed every support she could get. “O-okay..we shall stay in my chambers, alright?” Lady Tyrell says, helping Helaena up as she carried Jaehaera in her arms. 

The castle was filled with grief as Helaena sobbed with her in her chambers. She could only say nothing as she held her sweet sister in law in her arms. Gently reassuring her that everything will be alright. Even though they both knew that it wouldn’t. Then came her husband. Opening her chamber doors, his healthy eye spots them. Where was he? Wasn’t he in the castle? Why couldn’t they find him? Where was he when his nephew was murdered? But…if he were to catch him, she might’ve end up being a widow.

They wanted him. 

But where was he?

-

And you don't wanna know (know)

What I would've done (done), hm

Anything at all

Worse than anyone

The night was dark, the keep was cold and gloomy. She hates it here, but she finds herself following her husband’s orders to meet him in the throne room. He was pointed as prince regent, for King Aegon had almost perished at Rook’s Rest. Burnt by dragon fire. She thought that she would find Aemond grieving, yet she finds him standing in front of the iron throne with posture straight, filled with pride. His chin high up as he stares at the throne made of swords. He heard some of his men talking about the incident at Rook’s Rest for some saw Vhagar was the one who let out its fire towards the king and Sunfyre. Could Aemond’s ambition and anger towards Aegon blinded his morality? She knew how much he wanted to be king and she never completely believed that her husband would abandon all of his hopes and dreams as King. 

“Aemond,” she addressed him with no hint of affection yet. 

“Wife,” he answered, turning around to face her. “How was your journey from Highgarden?” He asked, approaching her and gently lifted and kissed the back of her hand. “It was a smooth journey, I must thank you for the men you’ve sent for my safety.” Keeping this polite and respectful. After knowing what had happened in the brothel, it was hard for her to trust Aemond or taking him literally. Whatever tricks he has on his sleeve, she must always be prepared. 

“Hm,” he hums, before taking her to step closer in front of the throne. 

“The Iron Throne,” he spoke as the thunder roared through the rain. As light shone upon the empty throne, how he longed to sit on that throne and have all the power his brother failed to hold. His slender hands traced over the edge of the throne as he hums in delight. “Balerion’s fire melted these swords. Twisted, beaten, and broken blades of the conqueror’s enemies.” Lady Tyrell has heard of the conqueror’s story hundreds of times and it’s mostly told by Aemond himself when they were children. “They knew what power meant and they’ve used it well…and I believe I’m destined for it.” 

“And Aegon?” She asked, with no hesitation. For she wanted to know what lies in Aemond’s mind about Aegon’s tragic demise. The king might not live, yet grief isn’t present in Aemond’s eye like when he heard of Jaehaerys’ death. His brother was burnt nearly to death, yet Aemond talks about power. “What about him?” Aemond asked back, stoically. She couldn’t read his face when he turned towards her. Nothing but a blank expression which sends shivers down her spine. “Is he worthy of the power you talk about?” When that question leaves her mouth, Aemond could scoff, “Him? Never.” Stepping down from the steps of the throne, he approaches her. “He couldn’t even have power over his own tongue,” Aemond said, cupping her cheek with one of his hands. 

“He is an idiot.” 

An idiot. 

And there she knew, he hated his brother. He hated the way his brother was given the throne with ease. How his brother ruined everything for him, and now Aemond’s petty enough to take everything from his brother as well. 

“What happened at Rook’s Rest?--”

“–I was never sorry. He was an idiot to challenge Meleys,” he said with a devious smile. 

Lady Tyrell could only gaze at his healthy eye, and the only thing she could read from her husband was that he was satisfied. Whatever satisfaction was filled, it was something that she herself would not want to question. “And everything falls into place. The throne will be mine.”

Taking her hands, he smiled. 

“And you’ll stand beside me.”

And everything falls into place, like what he said. Lady Tyrell realized how things could end up if Aemond were in power. She would be a fool to not satisfy him, but had she tried? She thought that everything was crumbling down, but here she is in the throne room with her husband who talks about power, almost burning the king alive, who wishes to possess the throne…with her. She doubted him for a second when she remembered his activities in the brothel, but then she thought again. It’s better to be in power and to be queen even if your husband commits infidelity. 

But would he? He said that he wants HER to stand beside him. If she stays loyal and never question him, his love would grow for her. 

Everyone in the small council has never satisfied him, no one has. 

Even claiming Vhagar wasn’t enough for him. Nothing is. But she could satisfy him. She could gain his loyalty and trust. Not only that, even as prince regent Aemond could give so much more for her house if she asks carefully. All of her thoughts of being a young girl refusing to be involved in such politics simply vanished when she looked over the iron throne. It’s pulling her in, to leave her childish dreams. To instead devote herself for her husband’s victory. 

If his plan works, he’ll stay. 

With her. 

When he realizes that she’s the only one who’ll devote her life for him, 

He’ll love her. 

He will have power, and she and her house will.

Both of them gets what they want. 

"You are a Tyrell. A rose with thorns. Don’t let anything, even a dragon snap your thorns away from you."

She glanced back to her husband who seemed to figure her out. 

A silent agreement has been made between them. 

“Then we must pray to the Gods to keep your brother to recover soon,” she said. Aemond smirks, understanding her words. “We shall,” he grins. Lady Tyrell curtsied before her husband, “I must return to my chambers now, dear Husband.” Aemond nodded, a sign of respect from him. “Sleep well, dear Wife.” 

Lady Tyrell nodded and turned to exit the throne room as her thoughts swirled around her head. Now as the wife of the prince regent, she could only support her husband on whatever step he would take. Aemond is not stupid, more like one of the most intelligent men in Westeros. Brash yet clever. SHe must know how to help him if she wants to help herself. As Lady Tyrell stepped through the gloomy halls of the keep, she found Helaena walking towards the opposite direction. “Your grace,” Lady Tyrell greeted her, curtsying before the current queen. Helaena usually greets her with a smile, yet she could only see uncertainty from the queen’s eyes. 

“Mending bonds does not have to be done with pride,” the queen said hauntingly

“Pardon?”

“Then did he tell you if it was worth it?”

Worth it?

Aegon’s demise?

Lady Tyrell could only say nothing and stare at Helaena. 

“Worth…what?”

Helaena could only pursue her lips and walk away towards the throne room, leaving Lady Tyrell alone in the cold dark hallways of the red keep. 

 -

It was quite surprising to her when Aemond pointed her to be a cupbearer for the small council for the next few following days. She remembers the faces of his council when she steps into the room, she could even feel the dowager queen’s eyes on her as she curtsied. 

“He dares to summon me?!--” Crumpling up the letter with a roar, Aemond stomps into the small council table. “--with haste!” Throwing the piece of parchment onto the table like it was nothing. Lady Tyrell could only observe, keeping her eyes on everyone’s reaction on Aemond’s outburst. “Are the Lannisters so diminished that they cannot march from the Tooth to Harrenhal without an escort?” His question sent everyone into their own silence as none dared to meet his eye.

Her husband has so much power over everyone. 

She smirks to herself.  

“There is a large dragon in the Riverlands, Your Grace. My brother’s army is strong, but it does seem-”

“–I am the prince regent,” Aemond sternly exclaims. “Not a dog to be called to heel. Tell your brother that if he does not deliver his host to Harrenhal ‘with haste’, Daemon’s dragon will become the least of his worries.”

“Your irritations are justified, Aemond but it does seem-”

“–I have a task for you as well, Ser Tyland.” 

Ignoring his mother’s opinion. 

Even his own mother has no power over him. 

Aemond circled over the table, meeting her gaze before resting her arms onto Tyland Lannister’s chair. “We will make an alliance with the Triarchy. I’ve had enough of this cursed blockade,” Aemond suggests. “My prince, you cannot mean to treat with the Free Cities. The captains of their ships are dangerous mercenaries…little more than pirates–”

“–They are a stone’s throw away across the narrow sea. Lannister, Hightower, even Tyrell ships will take months to arrive. It took my wife weeks to arrive at Kings Landing. The Triarchy will delight in the chance to terrorize the Sea Snake again. Let them weaken his blockade while our true allies make their long journey east.”

“The Triarchy may play at accepting terms but they are not to be trusted, your father knew this.”

Aemond could only roll his eye and meet her eyes once again. Lady Tyrell could only give him a nod, asking him to calm down as he walked back to his seat. Even as dowager queen, Alicent was just a pawn to the council, Lady Tyrell thought to herself. May the gods forbid her to be widowed and be sat around this council. Aemond circles the table once again as Ser Criston speaks. Aemond kept his eyes on her as he spoke, “It’s time you set out for Harrenhal, I think.” Lady Tyrell kept her eyes on her husband trying to figure out what he meant by sending Criston Cole away to war once more. “Your Grace, if Daemon prevails in the Riverlands, I no longer have the numbers to challenge him. We lost much at Rook’s Rest as you well know.”

Sitting on the table next to Criston, Aemond speaks as he pleases, “The longer we wait, the more chance he will prevail. Lannister will march from the west, and Tyrell shall follow along. Take what strength we have and force Daemon and his Riverlords to fight on two or three fronts.”

“His Grace speaks wisely.” 

Bootlicker. 

Lady Tyrell catches Aemond’s eye and gave him a look. 

Do not feed off Lord Larys’ praises. 

She kept her eyes stern at him as he pays no attention to Criston’s words

“There is no time. It’s a fortnight’s march to Harrenhal. We must strike before his army is raised.”

“And you yourself?”

“I will fly out to meet you when the time is ripe. My uncle is a challenge I welcome, if he dares face me.”

No one spoke to disagree with him. His ambition and plans weren’t to be questioned. It’s no use to question Aemond afterall. “I see we’re all agreed,” Aemond says with satisfaction standing back into his place, a signal to dismiss from today’s council meeting. Criston Cole was the first to stand, “Your Grace.” While Lady Tyrell saw how his mother’s eyes stared into Aemond’s figure. As everyone started to leave, Lady Tyrell how the dowager queen approached Ser Criston. Odd, but…not odd enough for anyone who was not paying attention. 

“Mother,” Aemond called. “A word.”

It was her cue to leave. 

Lady Tyrell placed the jug down gently before curtsying before her husband.

She sighs as she walks away from the corridor. She needed some fresh air. Walking towards the balcony near her apartment, she has a full view of Kings Landing. Surely it wasn’t as beautiful as Highgarden, but it was still a city filled with living people. 

She looked down, seeing a commotion. How some shoved each other, trying to get their hands on food…almost as if they were going to start a riot. There she knew that no one had paid the slightest attention to the people. The people who reside and makes a kingdom, a kingdom. Lady Tyrell took note how the gold cloaks stopped the people from making any further damage. Some use violence as their answer. 

Sure there was a war between kin, yet a war within the kingdom is happening as we speak. 

Bad omen. 

I shouldn't have to say it

You could've been the greatest

Another day, another small council meeting. 

Lady Tyrell walks into the small council room with Aemond as the table was almost empty. Only Lord Larys and Lord Jasper Wylde present. “The smallfolk have become restless,” Lady Tyrell blurts out as she pours wine into his cup. She could see Aemond fiddling his stone ball in his hand. “So?” He asked, still gazing at the stone. Before she could speak, Lord Larys interjects her, “There is not food enough in this city.” Lady Tyrell tilted her head as she sharply looked at Lord Larys. “Those with means have bought more than their share,” Lord Larys continued. “All the more reason Ser Tyland must break the blockade,” Aemond said. “In the meantime, the people are hungry, and their anger is rising,” Lady Tyrell points out, trying to make Aemond listen. “War with swords are evident, but a war within is also just as important,” Lady Tyrell tries to remind him. 

“Why is this anger directed at us?” He asks, curiously. “It is Rhaenyra the Pretender who ordered the Gullet closed and left them all to starve.” Of course he is not listening, why would she even think it will be different from her? Even his mother could not make him listen. “Yet we are the ones who are present at Kings Landing. They hope for us to nurture and to prevent them from starving,” Lady Tyrell points out once again. 

“That is the burden of authority. But you should not go it alone.” 

Aemond stopped fiddling with his stone ball and shifted his gaze towards Lord Larys. 

“It does occur to me that Your Grace has yet to name a Hand.”

Pathetic. 

Lady Tyrell could only roll her eyes and move to fill Lord Wylde’s cup. She saw how Larys had Aemond’s full attention after his brave suggestion. “Ser Criston of course, served your brother but you need one who may advance your cause, with shrewdness and subtlety.”

Even Lord Wylde was in disbelief. 

“Do you take me for a fool?” 

Lady Tyrell smirks to herself as her husband puts Lord Larys into place. Yet Lord Larys did not want to stand down and shook his head, “On the contrary, my prince–,” 

“I’ve little patience for the self-important, Lord Larys-,”

Lady Tyrell and Lord Wylde smiled and turned their heads in unison to Lord Larys’ direction. 

“-and even less for flatterers and lickspittles. But you are, as it happens, correct. Every king needs a hand.”

Lady Tyrell’s brows furrowed, hoping and praying for Aemond not to make a foolish decision to make Lord Larys as hand. She wishes that he could point her as hand but it is impossible. For she is a woman and she has no power over any man. She has to atleast think of a choice who’s worthy and trusted as Hand. Who’s not stupid enough or greedy enough to bring the realm down. 

“Wife,” Aemond called, interrupting her train of thought. “Who do you think is suited to be hand?” Aemond asked, although she knew he was not genuinely asking. It’s more like him trying to test her, like he always does as children. Some things never change. She looked at him trying to put a neutral expression. “I believe the realm was good and stable when your dear grandsire, Ser Otto was hand. He served well when your father was king and his loyalty was undoubted.”

Aemond looked at her as if he’s trying to make her dig more out of her opinion, but she stood by her words and smiled at him. “Hm,” Aemond hummed in agreement. But it was subtle, undetected to some. He looked back to Lord Larys, “I’ll make it your responsibility.” 

Lord Larys took a deep breath, a satisfied demeanour as he brushed his clothes. 

“My prince, it is an honor for myself–”

“–No, not to serve as Hand, you toad. To fetch him.”

It took all of her power to hold back her laugh. Even so, she couldn’t hold her smile. She looked down and saw Lord Wylde smiling with satisfaction as well. “Send word to Otto Hightower. My grandsire may be overcautious but his devotion to his family has never been in doubt. You will see it done.” 

“Your Grace,” Lord Larys said in defeat.

The grand maester then suddenly enters the room, late. 

“You’re late,” Aemond says. 

“I am happy to report that His Grace, the King has regained consciousness this morning.”

This news made her eyes wide, quickly drifting her eyes towards Aemond. 

He will not like this news. 

And he doesn’t. Not even the slightest. 

He looked back at her as he realized that his plan isn’t going as well as they thought it would be. Aemond stared at her as he tried to think, his mind racing with every single possibility. A silent conversation was exchanged between them through their eyes. Lady Tyrell blinks, knowing that there will be some difficulties for his plans, yet she shifts her gaze towards the grand maester as he speaks about Aegon’s strength, thanking the gods. For she knew Aemond wasn’t thanking the gods. He was cursing them in his mind.

“What happy news,” Aemond said with his little smile. 

What dreadful news. 

Once council meeting was over Lady Tyrell walked side by side with Aemond. She thought he was going to walk back to his chambers yet he took another turn, down towards Aegon’s chambers. 

“‘He is stronger than we thought.’ ‘He may have lived, thank the gods’,” Aemond mutters to himself. “Yet he is in pain, Aemond. Aegon is still laying in his bed as we speak, unable to move, eve unable to talk–,”

“–Yet Alive. Not Dying,” Aemond said to her as he walked in haste. 

“And what are to do in Aegon’s chambers?” She asked, stopping in front of Aegon’s apartment door. “Just paying him a visit. Let’s see how strong he really is.” Pushing the doors open, it was the first time Lady Tyrell had seen Aegon after Rook’s rest. He was…burnt. No mortal man would survive such a thing yet there he is. Moaning in pain. Alive and breathing. “I’ll see my brother. Alone,” Aemond orderdered. She stood by the doorway, hesitant to step inside as she saw the guards and maesters stepping out of the room. Maybe she wasn’t wanted to be in the room aswe-.

 “Come, don’t be shy. We must greet our king, shouldn’t we?” Aemond sarcastically said to her, reaching his hand out for her. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she hesitantly took his hand even if she was too shocked and too terrified to even speak. “Do not be afraid, it is just the king,” Aemond sarcastically reassures her as he pulls her closer beside Aegon’s bed.

When she saw Aegon opening his eyes, she could see confusion in his eyes when he spots her. But when his eyes drifted up, seeing her husband towering over him, to her surprise…Aegon tried to speak, yet to no avail he could only groan out of pain through his vocal chords and Aegon tried to move away from his brother. He was scared of Aemond. Gods, Aemond did tried to burn him. That fact sent shivers down her spine. Knowing how far her husband would go for his ambitions. Even his brother barely survived. 

“What do you remember?”

“N-nothing.”

Aemond coldly stared down at his brother before purposely leaning down, holding his brother’s hand practically squishing down onto his brother’s wounds. Hurting him. Aegon moaned and cried in pain, for Aemond is purposely hurting him. Lady Tyrell let out a shaky breath, “Ae-aemond–.”

“You challenged Meleys. It was foolish.”

“I remember nothing.”

Aegon could barely speak a whole sentence. 

She saw how Aemond leaned lower and kissed Aegon’s head, handing him a stone ball from the council. A sign from Aemond of somehow, Aegon is still alive. Meaning that he is still present at court. Aegon is still king, for now. 

“My Prince? My Lady?”

The grand maester suddenly enters the room once more. 

“You’re in the most capable hands, Your Grace,” Aemond bluntly said, covering his tracks. Lady Tyrell follows him as he starts to walk out of Aegon’s chambers. “It seems my brother has a long recovery ahead of him, grand maester. See that he is made to rest comfortably.” 

-

And man, am I the greatest 

My congratulations 

All my love and patience

All my admiration

All the times I've waited 

For you to want me naked 

I made it all look painless

Man, am I the greatest

God, I hate it

All my love and patience

Unappreciated

You said your heart was jaded

You couldn't even break it

I shouldn't have to say it

You could've been the greatest

Walking in haste towards her husband’s chambers, Lady Tyrell could only think of how foolish HE was for not listening to her regarding the smallfolk situation. Now his mother and sister were almost murdered by angry mobs yet he says nothing of it?! When she saw Helaena rushing back to the castle, her hair out of place and panting as if she were just running, she could sense that something went very wrong. 

“Helaena- Your Grace, What happened?” Lady Tyrell asked in panic, embracing her childhood friend and her queen in which Helaena does not reject. “T-they were angry,” Helaena said, out of breath.

“Who?”

“Everyone.”

The dowager queen Alicent walks not far behind. Her face smeared with the grease and stink of raw fish, and her arm. Smeared with blood. “My Queen, what has happened?” Lady Tyrell asked once again. “Angry mob. It seemed their issues with their food were unfinished and Rhaenyra’s banners were held up high, they’ve manipulated the people and…” A pregnant pause, the dowager queen looked down at her arm once again. Lady Tyrell looked down as well. She wondered if there was a significant incident for the dowager queen. Has the mob scarred her that much? “Where is Aemond?” Alicent asked. “In his chambers, my Queen.” Alicent nodded and lifted her skirt to walk. “He needs to know what has happened. And my dear, I believe his mind is clouded with his own ambition. Make him listen, for it is only you that he could trust.”

The dowager queen’s words made her end up where she is now. Knocking on her husband’s chamber doors. “Enter,” she heard him say from inside. She pushed the heavy doors, “The smallfolk are turning against us.” Aemond was sitting in front of the fireplace, reading his book in peace. “Your mother and sister were almost killed by angry mobs, Aemond,” Lady Tyrell reminded him, standing beside where he sat. “And so I’ve heard.”

“How are you this calm, Aemond? Further destruction can be made if we do not solve this matter!”

“Mind your tone, wife,” he stoically warned, closing his book.

“My tone? I told you of this matter yet you dismissed me.”

Aemond stood up and put his book back onto his shelf.

“Aemond, are you listening to me?”

“Shall I remind you of your position, wife?” 

Now he’s threatening her. Ofcourse, she’s nothing but a lady in court. Not a man in power. 

“I am a grown woman, not a child, Aemond. I know of my position. But it does not mean I am an idiot,” she reminded him back. Aemond stares at her coldly. “What? You want to hang me now? You can hang me as you like, but I know that you are aware that I’m right.” 

“You have always been a stubborn little thing aren’t you?”

“That adds to my charm. Aemond, you need the people as much as you dragons to win this war. A kingdom is not a kingdom without it’s people. You said that it was Rhaenyra who ordered the Gullet closed and left the people to starve- yet who are they chanting for when a handful of food was given to them for free?”

Feeling his judgement falling upon her, Lady Tyrell does not hesitate to continue, “The people do not care who was the one that started the hunger. Yet they will remember who were the ones who could save them from their misery. If Rhaenyra was the one who left them to starve, then be their saviour! Not turning your back against them. What is to be king if the people doesn’t acknowledge you as one? Then you’re simply…a fraud.”

Aemond’s eyes turned cold and shoved her down to the bed. “You think you’re better than me, Tyrell? Just because I summoned you back here does not mean you can do as you please,” he hissed. If she were in this position as the old version of herself, she would cower in fear. But she knows how he is. His temper, she will let it all happen. To her, now it’s just a lover’s quarrel. “Aye? Then what would you do? Kill me? Destroying one of your greatest assets for the war? What would they say? You fucked a whore and killed your own wife.” Aemond presses her down deeper to the mattress. 

“Watch your tongue.”

“Did she satisfy you?” Lady Tyrell asked. 

She needed to know. 

“Was that the reason why you refused to bed me all these months?” 

Aemond grunts again, but his body refuses to push her any further. Refusing to hurt her. For he has hurt her enough. “Do not assume such things,” Aemond said, his voice slightly cracking. “How can I not?” She said back, her voice not faltering. “Am I that undesirable?—“

“—No—,”

“—Have you doubted my loyalty?—“

“—No!—“

“—Then what am I to you, Aemond?”

“You are my wife.”

His healthy eye staring right into her soul.

“I do not wish to bed you like how I bed that whore.” His fingers grazed over her arm. “Undesirable? I’ve desired you more than anything. When you stepped out of your carriage stepping foot in Kings Landing for the very first time, I never wanted anyone more than anything. I desired you when I saw you in the sept at our union, and when I refused the bedding ceremony that night I didn’t want anyone to see your body. It should only be touched and seen by me. Only me.” 

Her gaze softened hearing those words coming out from his mouth. Her mind tried to tell her that it was a trick, but oh she could only melt in his arms. Finding his pupil dilating, she saw how he only has genuine affection towards her and a sense of guilt that he wishes to take away from her. He needed her as much as she needed him. It took her long enough to do it, but she knew it had to be done. She pulls him closer and lets her lips gently meet his. It took Aemond with surprise so she let it stay still, waiting for him to take the lead. 

She felt his lips move, slowly accepting her mouth on his. Their lips meet with a delicate urgency, brushing softly at first, testing the waters of desire. As intensity builds, kisses deepen, becoming more fervent, tongues intertwining in a dance of exploration and connection.

Hands explore with a gentle insistence, fingers threading through hair, tracing the line of jaw, and caressing the curve of back and neck. The warmth of skin against skin sends shivers of pleasure through their bodies, heightening every sensation.

Breaths mingle in a rhythm that mirrors their entwined hearts, each inhale drawing them closer, each exhale a whispered affirmation of mutual longing. Time seems to slow, the outside world fading away as they become lost in the intoxicating blend of touch, taste, and scent. He pulls away, “I imagined them as you. It does not justify my infidelity but I could not stop myself. I wished to perform such act with you but for the gods sake…I could not bare to hurt you.” Desperately nuzzling his nose to his cheek as her arms link around his neck. 

“You would not hurt me,” his wife gently whispers. 

She gently held him and flipped him over. 

“But I have..thousands of times,” he mutters while his calloused hands traced over her waist down to her hips. Lady Tyrell looked down to him as his eye was filled with lust and desire. Untangling her dress, she eventually lets it drop down to her waist, unveiling herself to him. “Gevie,” Aemond mutters, kneading her breast feeling how his hand perfectly cups hers. She was just beautiful as he imagined her to be. 

“And here I thought you had abandoned me.” Her hands trailed over his breeches, finding access to his sex. Aemond gasped, feeling her gentle smooth hands wrapping around his cock. It felt better than any touch of those whores. None have hands as smooth and gentle as hers. “I would never,” he grunted desperately for her touch. Lady Tyrell looked down, removing her undergarments briefly, lining her sex to his. 

“My King,” she sighs in pleasure sinking into his cock. 

She made Aemond’s healthy eye roll back feeling her squeezing him like hell. “Gods you’re tight,” he grunted once more, thrusting up needing friction. She gasped, taking all of him. “Say it again,” he ordered, letting her adjust to him. “M-my King.” Her delicate hands resting on his clothed chest, she steadied herself as she grinds on him. The smell of sex was evident in the room. Aemond looked up seeing his then-innocent wife riding him like a dragon he is. Moaning, panting, praising him. 

“A dragon..is useless without its rider,” she pants. Aemond gripped her hips as he helped her to reach their pleasures. “Then ride me, ābrazȳrys. Ride your dragon king.” And she obeyed, riding him as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. “Ae-aemond- fuck.” The prince smirked hearing his wife curse, “My wife talks like a pirate now,” he teased, taking her hand into his lips, kissing it gently. 

“I-I..I..I’m close.”

Urgently thrusting up into her, Aemond helps her chase her pleasure. Hearing her sweet sounds make him find his own pleasure as well. The only woman who could make him come this fast. His blurry vision saw how her body was full of sweat and how the dim light of the fireplace enhanced her features. “Gevie,” he repeated. Exhausted, she slowly dropped her body to him. Letting his arms wrapped around her smaller body. Her husband inhaled her scent as he buries his face deep into her hair. 

“Aemond?” She called out. 

“Hm?”

Slowly pulling away, she looked into his healthy eye before she stared at his eyepatch. 

“May I?” Asking for permission. 

She thought that he might refuse, yet he was the one who unveils himself to her.

He took off his eyepatch before her. 

Letting her see his scar. 

A thick tension filled the air as Aemond was starting to regret this decision of showing his wife his vulnerability. Lady Tyrell quickly spots his insecurity and wants nothing but him to open up to her. So she kissed his scar, just beneath his sapphire eye. Nuzzling her nose to his cheek, she whispered, “Gevie.” She could hear a quiet sigh coming out from her husband and how his arms wrapped around her just a tad tighter than before. Aemond needed her more than ever, and Alicent was right. She was the only one he could trust. 

“The smallfolk, Aemond.”

“What about them?”

“It is difficult to change their mind for now,” she said as she slightly pulls back, looking into his gaze, “But we can always make a change by their ways.” 

Aemond raised his eyebrow curiously, “What ways?”

“Rumours. Gossip,” she said.

At first he was not convinced.

“I am a lady at court, I know how rumours work. They are not a line that you can easily break. Rumours spiral and it shall grow bigger and bigger. Unless someone stops them with another,” she told him carefully. “Rhaenyra might have won this chapter, but we are the ones closest to the people. We must turn the rumours back around.” Aemond lets out a hum in agreement. “It seems I do need you. For I am a dragon and I fly and burn everything to the ground at battlegrounds. Yet you are a rose. Beautiful and charming, drawing people to your attention while your thorns sharp and ready to fight the war with your ways,” he praised her, caressing her hair. 

“We can still win the hearts of the people. If we do this right,” she said.

“What of rumours about me? About me not planting a seed on your womb?” Aemond asked, changing the subject as he placed his other hand to her stomach. “I regret for not putting a babe in you sooner. Maybe our act was enough to let my seed grow in you, wife.” 

Lady Tyrell chuckled at his words. Although she is quite excited to have a babe with him. Aemond Targaryen’s heir. She dressed up as Aemond pulled his breeches back up as well. “But I am aware that this was planned by the gods. If I did put a babe in you earlier, maybe the realm would be mourning for you. Not for Jaehaerys,” she heard him say as he sat up. “I am an honest man, my dear. And I am honest of how I could not live without you breathing in the same air as me.” His arms sneaked around her waist, pressing his chest onto her back. 

“My rose, my wife.”

He placed a gentle kiss on her neck. 

Before letting go, putting his eyepatch and lighting a candle. 

“Aemond, what are you doing?” She asked curiously as her fingers still grazed upon the spot where he kissed her. “The smallfolk won’t side with us overnight. We have to act early, don’t we?” He said with a devilish smile, opening his chamber doors revealing the dark empty hallway of the keep. She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Aemond, the moon is high.” Aemond nodded, “Which means it’s the best time to act.”

Aemond grabbed his cloak and walked out from the room.

“Come along now, wife.”

Oh, Aemond.

Lady Tyrell lifted her skirt and catches onto her husband. 

“Aemond, wait!”

Even as adults, Aemond couldn’t hold his smile whenever his wife caught up onto him. 

Walking in haste, side by side. Like how it has always been, and forever. 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! So sorry for the delay, cuz I was sick and I saw episode 6 and I HAD to include those scenes to make this fic work. Honestly, I didn’t think that I would make Lady Tyrell have this character development but with the current situation of hotd, I just wanted an ambitious Tyrell lady in the story so I just had to🧸. Plus I got carried away writing this fic but I had so much fun! >,< I’m actually quite interested to make headcannons between Aemond and Lady Tyrell so if you guys are curious about their story do not hesitate to ask or like hmu abt it in my inbox (it’s open!). But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this (long) sequel and I am excited to write more in the future! I am open to requests and even prompts!𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

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hi, my sweet heart!

first of all i want to tell you that you are one of my favorite writers of all time, and your Aemond fics can be considered, by me, works of art!

your writing is MAGNIFICENT!

with all this, can you write an Aemond fic involving that scene, from episode 8, where Daemon is holding Rhaenyra's hand, showing affection and strength to her? And who is faced with that scene is Daemon. — His sweet daughter with his damn nephew.

— Two dragons, two rivals.

© do not repost or translate !

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: how could two people, two dragons have so many things in common including the hatred they feel for each other?

warnings: incest, explicit language, explicit words, inspired by episode 8

word count: 2.537!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"ñuha jorrāelagon, gaomagon gīda." (My dear, keep calm.)

Your heavy and distressed steps were echoed by the empty room, which was lit only by the cracks of light coming from the huge window. — It was quite capable of forming a harrowing circle on the smooth floor of the cold place.

Your hands were sweating and you played nervously with your fingers, trying to balance and lessen your anxiety. — It looked like you were going to release fire from your mouth at any moment.

By the looks of it, and you've been warned, your parents, along with your siblings, are on their way to King's Landing to settle some frictions, duties and debate who will inherit the greatest roles in the dragon house. — Well, you're not worried about that, that subject never interested you as much as you were the main heir to the throne.

The eldest daughter, first of your name, hated meetings about it because deep down you knew that being a woman you would never receive the same respect that a male heir could receive.

Destined since childhood to be married to your uncle, following in your mother's footsteps; Rhaenyra thought it more correct and direct to leave you in King's Landing, of course with your father's permission, who hated the idea but learned to agree with it over time. — Daemon made a point of sending ravens with messages, mostly in the Valerian language, to you on every moon.

The rebel prince would never leave his darling daughter alone among those vultures, as he always called them.

Of course you liked the news, seeing your parents and siblings was a gift from the good gods and you thanked them. — But soon, a heavy storm fell on his head at the memory of an infuriating fact.

Your father and your husband never got along. — Only the gods knew the insatiable desire of each one to want to kill each other. — Two men. Two dragons who defended their family with fire and blood, had so many identical physical and mental characteristics and also shared the reciprocal hatred.

Your father always made it clear how much he disagreed with, and hated, your husband in the letters he sent your, but a part of his heart admired your passion for the one-eyed man. — And it was impossible to deny that you and Aemond were, in fact, a copy of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

A heavy sigh deliberately escapes your lips and your head decides to turn towards the owner of that voice. — The only voice that could reassure you at that moment and make you feel lighter and less pressured and you needed support and, especially, your lover.

As you turn around, your eyes clash with the image of the oldest sitting in a leather chair, pigmented in pure black and reddish tones, watching all your steps and features that you make. — Every simple movement or even a simple swing of your hair, was perceived by Aemond.

"Come here, my love." — It was technically impossible to deny that request. Those simple words fell sweetly from Aemond's thin lips, and ended up conquering you and comforting your anxious heart. — With a reassuring smile that came to your lips quickly, your steps made their way to the chair where your dear lover was sitting.

Your dress, made of fabric blessed by the gods and dragons and beautifully crafted in shades of black and red, paying homage to your home, swept the floor along with your steps. — That dress showed and defined your beautiful curves. — Any of the seven kingdoms would say, in all honesty and honor, that you were a copy, designed by the gods, true to your mother.

And Aemond looked to the heavens and thanked all the good gods for having you.

As you approached, a sincere smile with a touch of understanding appeared on the older's lips and he reached out to grab your hand. — A gesture of pure affection and love. — Aemond's rough fingers stroked the palm of your hand, a few circular movements but slowly. Aemond's hand, which tends to be cold most of the time, was warm but still made you shiver.

"Everything is going to be perfectly fine, my wife." — Aemond reassured you, looking into your eyes. The eldest's one good eye admired you, and tried to pass a pleasant image. — "You know very well that you have my word."

Interrupting the simple but comforting finger caress, Aemond clasps your hand in his and holds it tightly, showing support for you. Even with all the friction, differences and threats between your family and Aemond, he never failed to support and protect you. — You belong together. Two dragons and only one soul, you two defined yourself with those words.

You delivered a smile that meant all your passion and admiration for Aemond, and he was able to understand that quickly. That damn man knew you like no one else.

The huge doors of pure wood along with some stone repairs are opened scaring you and taking your focus away from Aemond, and the same happens to him but the older man's hand still remains holding yours. — Soon, one of the guards, who escorted the door, enters.

"Majesties, excuse me." — The guard, whose name you didn't know, refers to your and Aemond's presence. He was young looking and a little nervous, maybe it was one of his first days as a guard. — "The presence, majestic and of high grace, of Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon already awaits the two of you"

Aemond did not fail to notice and feel the strength you exerted by squeezing his hand. It seemed that nervousness had attacked your entire body in a brutal and deadly way. — Your voice had disappeared, as if you had lost your way of speaking at that moment, and your husband noticed it immediately.

"Allow them to enter here, now." — The elder Targaryen commanded in a loud voice, causing the young guard to stiffen his stance and quickly nod to obey the order.

The huge and strong doors of pure wood, which blocked the image of the corridor, are opened again and soon your eyes can see some strands white, like snow, and very familiar. — At the exact moment, you can have a broad view of your mother next to your father.

Your heart was racing, it felt like it would burst out of your mouth at any moment and not to mention your eyes were teary and ready to shed the tears that were threatening to fall freely. It had been so long, so many moons and so many suns, without admiring and talking to your parents.

The first steps were Rhaenyra's and in your direction, she wanted to ignore her unfortunate brother's existence. The future queen hated that dragon ever since the event that caused his eye to be missing, and if Rhaenyra could; she would never leave you in that man's hands again. — But she knew she couldn't fight your feelings and the sacred seal of Targaryen marriage.

Keeping her posture and, knowing that she couldn't disrespect her brother and even in front of him, Rhaenyra faced him with respect and nodded to the youngest.

"My dear daughter and my dear…" — A not-so-long, tight sigh escaped Rhaenyra of its own accord. — "Brother."

Aemond did not show such a surprised or grateful expression or reaction with the presence of his sister, who has a feeling of reciprocal hatred and anger. The seriousness remained on Aemond's face, until he decided to watch his uncle's footsteps.

The annoying, unhappy sound of Daemon's well-crafted, presumably leather, shoes drifted past Aemond's ears. As if each simple, slow step was a deathly crack in the one-eyed head. — Aemond hated even Daemon's gait. — There wasn't one thing Aemond didn't hate about his uncle, besides his daughter; of course.

Gently and slowly taking your hand away from Aemond's, you approach your mother and don't miss the opportunity to hug her. Feeling your mother's comforting and warm affection again is a blessing to you and warms your heart. It was, in fact, an eternity since you felt that.

"I missed you so much, my sweet child." — She whispered in your ear, you could feel the affectionate smile and very typical of your mother. — "And you look so beautiful."

"I missed you too, mom." — After you reciprocated your mother, you slowly pulled away from the warm embrace that held the two of you together and finally got the chance to meet your father's eyes. Eyes identical to yours that, in one of your youthful memories; Rhaenyra said you destined the most beautiful eyes she could look up to in all the seven kingdoms, your father's.

Daemon ignored the heavy, deadly glare of the younger man who sat a few feet away from him. The rebel prince didn't care, not even a little, about that one-eyed drama. — He just wanted to have the opportunity and moment to meet again, correctly and as a father, with his beloved daughter And not even her husband could stop it.

"issa tala." (My Daughter.) — The tone of Daemon's voice took a little hitch, leaving her weak as if he were broken or even his voice totally incapable of uttering a miserable word. — But that wasn't it. Your father was thrilled to see you after so many years. — "issa dōna tala" (My sweet daughter.)

Even with his low, wistful tone, Daemon didn't lose his poise but he couldn't hide his genuine, compassionate smile when given the chance to hold your delicate hand. — Your hand that was in a reddish tone because of the countless times you rubbed and squeezed because of nervousness. — Your father understood that and didn't want to question it.

Holding your hand, Daemon's thumb caressed your fingers and analyzed some rings, pure silver, that remained lying there and, he couldn't help but analyze his engagement ring and be impressed with his nephew's taste. — The blood color stone, the color of pure red and the color of the Targaryens, of dragons; a ruby was between your finger.

"At least he knows how to put incompetence aside when it comes to choosing a ring." — A low and brief laugh came out of your mouth when he had the privilege of listening to that mocking whisper of your father. But, something catches the attention of Aemond, who was still not very happy with his uncle's arrival.

"I hope the trip was pleasant for you, uncle. From what I understand, the tide was calm, wasn't it?" — It was impossible not to recognize the teasing and sarcasm in the words that were uttered from Aemond's mouth, and he didn't even try to hide it. The weather could get worse but that was exactly what the one-eyed man wanted.

You turned your head towards your lover, wanting to question and scold, just by looking at that attitude, but again, it was impossible but you didn't stop watching him with narrowed eyes. — Your husband's single eye met yours but it was only a fleeting moment.

"I must feel honored and privileged to have conceived your concern for me, nephew." — Daemon returned in the same tone of voice. — "But i don't deny that i'd rather stay on the ship than here."

Remaining facing Aemond, you had a full view of Rhaenyra doing the same action you had previously performed on the one-eyed. — It looked like you two were in the middle of a children's discussion, that was an unfortunate and unpleasant moment to witness and participate; and besides being extremely tiring.

"I make a point of calling that ship for you." — Aemond retaliated with a thin and ridiculous smile.

"ao jurnegon raqagon riñar." (You look like children.) — For the first time that day, you had raised your voice but not in an aggressive or grotesque tone, but in pure reproach. Either you would get the attention of the two men or Rhaenyra would. — You decided to move away from your parents and return to your starting place, next to Aemond but this time, not so close to him.

Silence settled in that dark and cold room, with a tense atmosphere. — Better that than a childish argument and that could leave for something worse. — The Targaryen without one eye turned towards you with an expression, perhaps, regretful but he didn't dare to say anything at that moment.

"Glad to see you, my daughter." — Rhaenyra decided to end that silence but as if she was saying goodbye, and she kept smiling at you and continued to admire your eyes. — "Well, i'm glad to see you too, my brother." — She didn't leave Aemond's eye but kept her expression serious.

"It's good to have them back, Mom." — You returned a smile grateful for the return of your parents and praying to the good gods that your father and your husband kept their posture and did not argue anymore.

Aemond just let out his typical and common "Hm" and didn't show such a reaction or something strange, or a provocation. — You thanked him mentally for that and soon approached him again. Your act caught the attention of the king's youngest son and he missed no opportunity to join his hand with your, as he had done before Rhaenyra's arrival.

Daemon's eyes didn't want to believe what was happening in front of them, something he would never admit in his life. — It seemed that his nephew wanted to provoke him again, to make another argument happen and maybe worse. — But also for the first time in all times and moons, Aemond did not do it to provoke or defy his uncle. He did it for his beloved, for the way he shares his love and admiration for her.

And for the fact that you could be upset with him, Aemond opted for the way to apologize with the touch. A touch that seemed simple but had immense meaning.

Of course, Aemond didn't want to feel threatened in front of a person he despises so much, a person he characterizes as his rival, but he hated to keep and create these discussions in front of you. A feeling, considered rare for one who knew only the dreaded prince by sight, of regret settled over Aemond.

Aemond's thumb passed slowly over the ring, which he had chosen, and a sense of pride and passion surged through his chest.

"I hope that the days that remain here are pleasant and possible for you." — The surprising speech of the one-eyed prince was exclaimed and listened to with great attention. The boy's one good eye landed on your hand, and he again stroked the area. — "syt ao tolī, Daemon." (For you too, Daemon.)

After the last words, Aemond began to stare deeply at Daemon. Without an expression of sarcasm, or even anger, but that didn't mean that anything good had actually come out of the young man's mouth.

"and nyke hopi ao morghūljagon." (And i hope you die.) — He answered unwillingly. Rhaenyra, again, faced her husband with no desire to participate once more in a half-baked and totally childish argument. She was already completely exhausted and Daemon sighed heavily. — "We appreciate it."

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Series

A Change of Purpose - Loki x fem! Reader; Being an agent for the TVA, you’ve met a lot of different people. However, you’ve never met anyone quite like Loki. What happens when you’re forced to pair up with him and he leads you down a path that could have dire consequences for you?  

One-Shots

Double Trouble - Loki x Reader; After creating a branch in the timeline, you’re captured by the TVA. It shouldn’t be all that bad though, right? Especially with Loki by your side.

The Flight You Won’t Forget - Loki x fem! Reader; When Loki lost that bet to Thor, you were there to accompany him on the heist. What happened on that plane, however, is something you’ll take to the grave…

A Glorious Moment in Sakaar - Loki x Reader; You’ve always disliked Loki, but when you end up stranded with him on an unknown planet, you put your hatred aside in order to work together. Turns out, the only thing you really hate is how much you actually like him.

Toxic Intentions - Loki x Avenger! Reader; When Loki attempts to make you jealous, your true feelings for him are exposed. Unbeknownst, that was Loki’s plan all along.

Requests

What I’ve Been Looking For - Loki x fem! Reader; You’ve never taken your arranged marriage with Loki seriously. You haven’t even seen him in years. What happens when you accidentally meet him again and feelings resurface? 

The Heart Heals in Mysterious Ways - Loki x fem! Reader; After a devastating breakup with Bucky, you find solace in someone you’d least expect. 

Patched Up for Good (Part 2 to “The Heart Heals in Mysterious Ways) - Loki x fem! Reader; Being on the run from the TVA, you stumble upon a group of people you’d least expect: The Avengers. Now, you have to face your past, with your future standing next to you. 

Not on My Watch - Loki x Reader; In the void, you meet President Loki, who eagerly flirts with you. Loki notices this and immediately puts an end to it, leading to feelings being revealed. 

Best Seat in The House - Loki x Reader; Buying Loki a new chair ends up being the best decision you ever made. 

Capturing His Heart - Loki x Reader; After watching you cry over a TV show, Loki attempts to figure out what’s wrong, which soon leads to much more than a friendship. 

Enchanted Games - Loki x fem! Reader; After everything that happened with the TVA, Loki comes back to warn everyone of what’s to come. However, no one believes him. Except you. 

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Tiny Swords - Eddie Munson X GN!Reader

NO STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS!! ONLY CHARACTER!! SET MAYBE A YEAR BEFORE THE EVENTS OF SEASON 4!

an; sooo... did anyone else fall in love with him and think he was the best part of this season and went out and bought the hellfire shirt and is your tiktok fyp just full of him too.... No?? What the fuck are you doing here then? /lj / j

PLEASE ENJOY I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN ITS NOT FUNNY HAHHA

WARNINGS: GenderNeutral! Reader, friends to lovers, slower pace, fluff, kissing, making out, biting/marking, poor knowledge of 80s technology and dungeons and dragons but we manage... I hope (sorry), maybe a little ooc?? denotes to smut though doesnt include any

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"Are...?" Your gaze shifted your gaze to look towards Eddie as the rest of his sentence died down on his tongue,

"Hmm?" You hummed in questioning, ignoring the movie playing on your television. 

Eddie Munson was nothing like you had expected. The two of you went to the same middle school but never shared the same classes- you'd only heard about his insane antics and theatrics, sometimes even seeing him messing around during lunch. He built this weirdo reputation that sometimes came off as intimidating, so you never really went near him. It wasn't until High School that something changed for you...

It was definitely the hair... Maybe his confidence too. Although jarring at first, it was honestly like a breath of fresh air compared to how uptight and 'one dimensional' your peers were. Were they enjoyed their parties and sports and pep rallies and ragers, you favoured the wilder bunch- the outcasts and the misfits. 

It began when you started occasionally helping Eddie in his math and history- since you shared those same classes- and he helped you with English. Even if his methods were unconventional, you much preferred them to any teacher you've ever had. He'd make you conjure up some fantasy world with its own rules and physics and characteristics. He makes you think up the strangest characters and wouldn't settle for your 'Bob of The Fields' in 'Normallia'. His efforts proved successful when your teacher began praising your work, though Eddie's praise meant more to you than a passing grade. As the stories got more complicated with their intricacies and details, he'd help by pointing out plot holes and mistakes. He was honestly phenomenal- no doubt due to playing Dungeons and Dragons so much.

You'd never been crazy about the game. You'd only heard some things in passing but always assumed the game was only accessible to some freaky nerds who had nothing better to do with their free time. So it surprised you that Eddie wasn't a nerd at all... Freaky, yeah... He sure made the Hellfire Club seem like some exclusive VIP club- the way he'd gush about his campaigns to you in the beginning. You'd always thought it was cute. He'd get this spark in his eyes that made them shine with giddiness and excitement- his energy always spiked up and he'd become more animated than usual. And you'd be lying to yourself if his constant chatter about the club didn't make you at least a tiny bit interested.

He did eventually ask you to join. You had been planning on coming to a session to surprise him but your fear got the best of you. After all, you knew nothing about it- just that it was on Thursdays after school. Besides, you were already hanging out with him more than enough, what if he caught on to your crush? He finally asked when one time, you had forgotten to do your English homework the night before, being preoccupied with chores and taking care of your siblings, and were rushing to get it done before class,

"Hey so uh..." He spoke up from where he sat across from you, breaking your focus. When you looked up, he was half laying on the little picnic table way out in the woods. As you met his gaze, he sat up straight, bouncing a little in his seat. You hummed as an indication for him to go on, and then turned back to your homework. He didn't respond, but you could hear the wrinkling of paper next to you. You glanced up at him to see he had pulled a piece of paper from his bag and slid it over to you. Quickly scanning it you looked back at him confused,

"Was this part of this assignment?" You asked, feeling your heart drop. You knew this lunch period was coming to an end soon, so knowing you'd have to rush and complete another form before it ended only added more pressure,

"No, no," He quickly assured you, "It's a character sheet," He said, moving his arms out then back in, clasping them together as he watched your confused expression,

"A character wha?" You asked confused. He smiled at you then ducked his head, looking down momentarily,

"It's for Dungeons and Dragons. You make your own characters and then you role play as them. I just finished the new campaign I told you about a few days ago- we're gonna be playing on Thursday after class," He explained. So that's what he was scribbling away in his notebook the whole time. He wasn't usually so quiet during your hangouts, "I... Thought that maybe you'd wanna join this time?" He offered, "Instead of listening to my pitiful recreations. You know... Experience it for yourself?" He smiled,

"In your Hellfire Club?" You asked for clarification,

"That's the one," He clicked his fingers. You looked back down, looking over the chart and feeling your face contort with confusion as you focused on all the different boxes,

"Strength, dexterity-" you read out loud,

"Yeah so- the way you figure those out is-" Your head snapped up from the paper to the sound of the school bell in the distance, 

"Shit- gimmie a sec Eddie," You said, quickly scribbling a few more sentences down in your English book as you heard him shifting around and packing his stuff, 

"I can always cover for you saying you went to the bathroom," He offered, and you looked up to see him putting his jean jacket back on. Slightly mesmerised, you glanced back to his face, where he quirked his brow at you. Blushing, you nodded, going back to your work, 

"Thanks, Ed, don't know what I'd do without you," You said, in a quieter, more mumbly tone than you'd wanted. You continued quickly writing away in your book, and upon moving your other hand to the table, you heard a slight rustle. Looking at the empty character sheet, you glanced back to where he was leaving, "Hey Eddie, you left this!" You called after him. Watching him momentarily run back out of the forest clearing made you smile, as you waved the paper,

"Oh! No that's for you- I can teach you how to fill it in after class today!" He said, "Room 240-B!" He added, running back through the trees. Glancing back at the paper in your hands, you smiled softly. 

It had been the first time you'd actually hung out together- creating your character from scratch was more fun than you had expected. In fact, you never realised how fun the game was until that Thursday. The night before, you squealed and kicked your legs at the idea of spending your whole afternoon with Eddie. The evening went great- the other two players greeted you pleasantly as you entered and offered as much help as you needed with the rules and way the game worked before you started. Eddie was slightly late because of a detention, but soon arrived. In truth, it was he who sold the whole thing for you.

You clearly knew he was theatrical before playing- with the snippets of funky antics and theatrical nature you experienced in your tutoring sessions as well as in class, and paired with his unabashed confidence he truly shone. He was clearly in his element as the 'Dungeon Master', making you feel genuinely excited for the game. Seeing him so happy made your heart flutter, along with a happy warmth you hadn't felt in a while settling in your chest. Not to mention the smiles he kept giving you whenever it was your turn. It reached his eyes and made them sparkle, even in the low moody lighting. The whole campaign was euphoric. Escaping to another world and going on an adventure with Eddie? It sounded like a dream come true... Perhaps it was then that you realised you were in love with him?

When the game had ended, you didn't expect to feel so sad. Seeing that it had been almost three hours since school ended shocked you, and as you made your way out of the school, you happily said your farewells to the other club members. You left school with a bright smile on your lips that wouldn't leave, and when Eddie offered to drop you off at your house since it was getting dark you felt overjoyed. You tried your best to articulate how much fun you had, but the words escaped you. You kept reassuring him it was fun though, and you found him only grinning back at you

You quickly became a permanent member of the club, even helping them design their T-Shirts. You noticed you began to hang out with Eddie more, where your affection for one another blossomed.

It was one day, about seven months ago, when he'd invited you over to his trailer that you confessed your feelings for one another. It was a couple of weeks before the end of the year and you found yourself overwhelmed with the workload and your chaotic home life. You'd only been over at his trailer a few times, but it was by far more quiet than home. You were sat on his bed, and with a sigh, you dropped your pen into the open spine of your book and leaned back on his sheets. You took in his familiarly delightful scent immediately as it surrounded you, and your face fixed itself with a blissful smile,

"You alright?" Eddie's voice asked. He was sitting on his messy floor in a section of space he had cleared out for himself. You felt the bed move slightly as his head leaned back against the mattress near your thigh,

"Uhuh- yeah. I finally finished this assignment," You said, satisfied as you closed your book on the pen and sat up, throwing the book away from you on the floor. You sighed loudly as you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes and rubbed your tired eyes, "Jesus Christ it's like she wants us to write fuckin' novels every time," You sighed,

"At least she gives a weekend and a day for us to finish it," He said, and you felt the bed dip next to you, indicating he had moved to sit next to you, ignoring his own work. Considering how long you had known each other for by now, you would say you were comfortable with your friendship. You gently leaned back, setting your head on his shoulder and looking down at the object in his hands. He had picked up your discarded English book and was skimming over the words you had written,

"And a day..." You repeated with a sigh. You groaned slightly as you stretched your arms and torso, before shifting to lean your back straight against the wall letting it stretch there. You watched him for a few moments. His warm brown eyes shifted around as they read your words, his smooth skin, gently blotted by minature freckles you could only see this from close, the soft pink tint of his parted lips. Subconsciously, you moved your tongue over your own lips, wetting them slightly as you continued to closely watch him, until his head turned to you,

"It's a really good, strong ending," He said with a smile, and you blushed as his eyes met yours, shining with a twinkle- the telltale sign of his excitement. With how good he was at make-believe, Eddie was a shitty liar. He was telling the truth now, "I like how you made who the killer was ambiguous enough to keep the reader entertained and guessing but didn't say who it obviously was so it's still fun to guess," He said, moving to lean his head against the wall next to you,

"You think?" You said with a smile, "D'you not think that kinda stuff is annoying? Withholding information?" You asked, "You really wouldn't prefer for me to just say 'this guy did it- he's guilty as shit!'"

"Not at all," He assured, "In fact, I like it more. I personally think it would have sucked if you just.  said 'And the killer is...!'" He deepened his voice and moved his hand out, causing you to laugh slightly,

"So not like Scooby-Doo?" You teased,

"Scooby-Doo is bullshit compared to this. You've written a real murder mystery, darling," You knew it was teasing. You knew it was teasing. But God how you wished he could call you 'darling' all the fucking time. As if he was embarrassed, he glanced away, and you thought for a few moments,

"Well, thanks Eddie," You said, smiling softly as you shifted a little, "I'm no Sherlock Holmes but-

"Sherlock Holmes is the character- Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the book," He corrected with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes in a playful glare, and rolled them as he laughed,

"As I was saying-" You continued in a joyful tone, grabbing the book from him and pulling the pen out, capping the lid you had slotted on to the end. You threw it away from you back to his floor, letting it twist through the air and land with a thud," -I always appreciate your feedback- I like it when you praise me," You smiled softly,

"You do?"

"Well yeah- Mrs Clarke just yells," You said, and watched him smile at you,

"She never yells at you," He said,

"She yells at you plenty. And we sit next to each other, so some of it hits me in the crossfire,"

"Damn- you're blaming me?" He teased,

"Then stop fucking around so much," You grinned, watching him as he laughed softly. For a moment it was quiet, the only noise coming from the distant radio playing loud metal music somewhere else in the house. The two of you were alone, considering his uncle was out working tonight, "I don't remember if I thanked you for letting me do my work here," You sighed, "I know it's a Friday and you'd probably want to be doing something more fun than looking over my homework and sitting here in silence with me for hours but you know how crazy loud my house gets," You rambled,

"It's alright... I've told you a million times you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need and get whatever you want done," He assured. His voice was gentle and soft, and his words magically relaxed your aching body, making you lean closer to him. He really has told you you're free to be around him a million times. It was sweet- he'd always clear out a spot for you on his desk or swipe everything but the covers of his bed so you could do your work comfortably. Eddie would either stay with you, sitting quietly and chirping in whenever he'd ask if you wanted a snack or needed help with whatever he was working on, or he would leave you alone to do something else so you could work in silence- though he was never far. You could often see him from his room's window smoking outside, which led to him throwing rocks at the glass to get your attention. You'd smile playfully and lift it up so you could chat, before he'd playfully scold you and tell you to get back to work and disappear. You hoped at this point he wasn't annoyed with you, or that you were overstaying your welcome, or using him too much- before Christmas break, you spent almost every day at his trailer just studying for your end of year exams,

"I know, I just don't want you to get too tired of me," You said self consciously, though keeping a playful tinge to your tone so as to not worry him too much, "I know I'm irresistible and all, but sometimes I feel like it's a lot," You said, "Feel free to kick me out whenever, by the way," You said quickly,

"I honestly think you're the one person in this world I won't ever get tired of," He stated, his voice nice and low. The statement shocked you, causing your mouth to fall open wordlessly for a moment before you quickly closed it, blinking rapidly. When you looked back at him, he was already looking into your eyes, 

"Really?" You asked,

"Definitely. I mean, if I didn't I wouldn't be hanging out with you so much," He said, smiling,

"You'd have a lot more free time," You commented, moving your head away,

"I'd honestly rather spend it with you," He said. You could feel his fingers gently moving some of your hair that fell in front of your face, tucking it back behind your ear. At the contact, you looked back at him. You could now feel the cool metal of his rings against your flushed cheek. He was unbelievably close now, and just staring at you with this... This look in his eyes like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. The only other thing he looked at like that was his guitar, hung proudly behind him, next to his bed. With a small swallow, you spoke up again,

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?" He breathed; you felt it against your lips,

"Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me?" You whispered back, your mouth curling slightly into a smile. His eyes darted between your lips and eyes, and he swiped his thumb over your cheek once more before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss.

Dating Eddie Munson was the best decision you had made in your entire life. Every day was an adventure with him- and since you shared your first kiss, you found yourselves even closer than before. He started picking you up and driving you to school- and you thoroughly enjoyed screaming along to the lyrics of his favourite songs.  In your free time, you'd somehow always end up at the picnic table together, laughing and talking the whole time. Your favourite thing to do with him was, after your DnD sessions, he'd take you on walks to his favourite locations in the Hawkins Forest and smoke.

On your first Valentines Day, he carved your initials into a tree by his favourite smoke spot behind his trailer. It may have been a small thing, but to you, it was the sweetest. He had also gotten you a necklace with a skull on it, which you quickly vowed to never take off. He'd also playfully stated you could have a lifetime free supply of weed from him- you hadn't taken him up on the offer yet, though. You always said there'd be a time and a place. You, on the other hand, had bought him a new ring which he, in turn, vowed to never take off- even in his sleep. And after spending countless nights together, you knew his words were true. 

Now, you had somehow managed to make it through school to summer break, and when your parents told you they would be going on a camping trip with all your younger siblings, you almost couldn't contain your joy in declining their offer. Five whole days spent only with Eddie sounded like a dream too good to be true. You stocked up on snacks while he bought the drinks and happily joined you the morning after your parents left you alone. A few days before they left, you'd even gone out to Family Video and rented 'The Thing' for the sixth time. It was your first 'real date' as Eddie put it, to the theatre, where you watched it twice through before you got kicked out. After that, you waited for the VHS and regularly rented it to watch together- from then, it became your favourite, and you were glad to be watching it for the seventh,

"Jesus, you really don't get tired of this?" Steve Harrington asked as he typed your details into the computer,

"Not yet, unfortunately," You smiled pleasantly, grabbing the VHS from him and placing it into your bag, 

"Hah- you might need to invite me over to watch it with you sometime," He said, giving you a flirtatious smile. With a confused blink, you glanced over to see your friend Robin roll her eyes and smirk at you,

"Ignore him- enjoy the movie!" She said, giving you a two-fingered salute,

"Thanks, Robin," You said, glancing back at Steve, "I'll ask Eddie if you can join," You teased, "Maybe he'll even letcha join the Hellfire Club. If you asked nicely," You said, smiling before turning to leave the store,

"Is that a yes??" He called after you; he sounded desperate. You smiled, barely hearing his disappointed sigh as you walked out of the store. At this point, you weren't entirely sure if Eddie was your 'boyfriend'. It was clear you shared a lot of love for one another, and you were going on dates and seeing each other and... Being intimate. But did that mean he was your boyfriend? Your... Boyfriend... Eddie being your boyfriend. It sounded good...

"Are you wearing swords for earings?" He finally says. It takes you a moment to register what he says, but when you do, you reach a hand up to touch the miniature plastic weapons and smile,

"Mhm," You nod to him, beginning to gently fiddle with the fake blades, "Y'Know when we went through all the old DnD stuff at Hellfire a few weeks ago, babe? The stuff we didn't use and were asked to donate?" He nods, "Found 'em, took 'em, repurposed them," You smiled proudly, "Stuck little hooks in too and everything. It was kinda a hard process. I did have to steal my sisters' earings and I had to break them apart, but I'm sure she won't mind" You smiled playfully as you waved a hand, "I thought they looked cute- I hope you don't mind," You said quickly, your relaxed demeanour dropping slightly, at his prolonged silence and unreadable expression. You quickly let your hands drop back into your lap, and gently bit your lip, "I'm sorry I should have asked I-"

"No, it's just..." He's still staring at you when you curiously look back at him, "I'm just... It's really fucking it's cute," He smiles and you blush, "Don't gotta get so embarrassed on me," He said playfully, and you moved slightly so you could pull your hair in front of your face to hide it. With a laugh, Eddie reached and grabbed your hands, "Don't hide away from me, lemme admire you," He was grinning the whole time,

"God, Eddie!!" You say playfully, letting him take hold of your hands and move your hair away from your ears, even taking the time to be gentle when moving the hairs that got caught on the false blades away from them. You let him meticulously work, regarding him with a loving gaze,  "You honestly think they're cute?" You see him nod again, 

"It's actually kinda hot," At that you burst out laughing, swatting his shoulder gently as he grins, "C'mon! You sit here looking like a total babe and expect me to not wanna reach out, my dear?" You laughed at his comment, shaking your head,

"Jesus Eddie," You sigh, and roll your eyes dramatically looking back to the movie, "Thanks," You say in a cheery tone,

Suddenly, he shifts much closer to you, so you can feel the warmth of his leg against yours. Then you feel his warm breath against your neck, and his warm hand moving to your hair and brushing it out of the way. One of his hands slides it away, then gently curls and brushed the back of your neck, keeping a gentle hold there. You can feel his hands there, just gently resting, along with the cool metal of his rings. Then his lips touch the sensitive skin of your neck, making you shiver as he places a gentle kiss there. 

Fuck. 

His gentleness always surprised you, given how intense he could be in his everyday life. He was very sweet and gentle with you, always holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world- not too tightly, just enough to keep you in place. It made you feel so... So fucking loved and happy you could melt. Or die. Or both.

You could feel his soft hair against your cheek, and you gently reached out to scratch the back of his head as he opened his mouth against your skin to gently suck your skin. With a shaky exhale, you felt his mouth curling into a smile on your flesh, before he gently grazed his teeth against your neck.

Fuck.

As you squeezed your legs together, he moved a hand to your thigh, resting it there at first before giving it a small squeeze. You placed your hand over his and squeezed it, silently consenting for him to continue. You felt the gentle poke of his tongue against your skin and couldn't stifle the soft moan that escaped your parted lips. Your eyes had fallen closed in bliss as he began to gently suck, lick and kiss your neck.

He moved his head lower to a spot he found you loved most, and bit into your skin. With a sharp, startled gasp, you squeezed his hand on your thigh, and gently tugged on the back of his hair. It earned a lovely low hum from him as he began to suck on your skin until it felt warm and tingly. When he pulled away, he gently blew air onto the mark, surrounded by wet skin, and chuckled gently as you shivered. 

He move right back to kissing you, or rather biting another mark onto your neck as you whined his name and eagerly rubbed your thighs together. He was now kissing up your neck, and found himself at your jaw, gently sucking the skin there. As you moved your head to try and kiss his lips, you squeezed the hand he had on your thigh and attempted to move it further south, only for him to pull it out of your grasp and slap your hand away. Simultaneously, he moved his head back, but not too far, considering you were holding the back of it.+,

"Wha- What was that for?" You asked, not realising how whispery your voice had gotten. You felt dazed and your breath was shaky, chest rising and falling quickly as you stared up at him. Your breath hitched slightly as he moved his left hand up to his mouth and wiped his lips with the side of his hand. You swallowed hard and returned his small smile, looking into his lidded eyes. Your hand moved slightly to play with his hair, gently petting it,

"Felt like kissing you," He said simply, smirking away. With a small sigh, you glanced back at the movie and realised you wouldn't be too disappointed if you missed more of it... After all, there was always tomorrow... You flicked your gaze back at him,

"Yeah?" You asked, nodding your head once,

"Yeah," He said back, moving his head as you did. Your smile widened as you shifted closer to him. Purposefully, you moved your face close to him just so your noses could brush, before throwing one of your legs over his to straddle him. You gently settled your hands over his chest, and smiled feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palms. You reached a hand up and began fiddling with the metal of a necklace he was wearing- it was a necklace you had gotten him on his birthday- a small disc with a wolf carved into the front and your initials into the smooth back, "Hello," He said lowly, making you look back at him. One of his hands moved to rest on your thigh and the other moved up to your neck as he now began to gently mess with one of your earings. You could feel his rings against your face, and you shifted your head to kiss them gently, 

"Hi, Eddie," You said softly, smiling back at him,

"You come here often?" He asked playfully, and you laughed as he moved, shifting the hand from your neck to your back so you wouldn't fall. He only sat up more, and leaned forward to try and kiss you. Quickly pulling away you grinned,

"Uhuh, you'd know," You teased, moving a hand to touch his cheek with yours. You loved looking down at him like this- even if you were the same height (though he swears on his guitar that he's an inch taller) it fills you with a certain desire looking down at him like this- eyes wide and full of wanting, pupils larger than normal, and mouth fixed in a smile,

"Mhm..." He hummed, drawing it out as his hands moved- the one on your thigh stroking up and down while the one on your back shifting up to your arm and neck, grazing the fresh marks he had left and making you bite your lip at the pleasurable feeling they filled you with, "What're you gonna do up here?" He asked you smoothly, moving his head to try and get closer to you once again. Gently, you moved a hand to his shoulder, pushing him back so he'd be pressed against the couch. Slowly, you trailed it up his shoulder to the back of his neck, scratching at his scalp to make him sigh and tilt his head back. Leaning forward quickly, you kissed his neck in a similar way to him, 

"I want to kiss you too," You breathed beginning to slowly undulate your hips against his as he let out a low moan. You'd want to give him the same treatment but found yourself too impatient; you trailed your kisses up his neck and touched his cheek before firmly pressing your lips to his. The hand on your neck moved into your hair to pull you impossibly closer, causing you to shift in his lap too, earning simultaneous groans from both of you. At the opportunity, he moved his open mouth against yours, and as your tongues met you released a shaky breath. 

He smiled, gently biting the tip of your tongue and eliciting a small squeak out of you. You both laughed gently, before moaning into each other's mouths as the kiss grew more heated. He gently sucked on your tongue before sliding it over yours and further into your mouth. You quickly fell apart in your attempt to dominate him, and in an attempt to shift the control, you moved so you were kneeling over him. Considering the change in height, it caused him to lean up more to keep kissing you. Your desire for more only grew as he tried following your mouth with his.

A few more heated moments later and you pulled back, lips buzzing and heartbeat racing wildly. You moved to sit back on his lap, pulling him close as you let your hands rest on his cheeks and playfully kissed his nose. You let yourself catch your breaths for a moment, 

"I love you," He said, and smiled wider at your suddenly shocked expression. Your heart began to skip a beat, as if it was about to fall right out of your chest. You laughed silently, a small exhale falling out of your lips, which he pressed a small kiss against. Considering he was still trapped beneath you, he could only kiss the corner of your mouth,

"You do?" You asked softly, swallowing again. You kept your hands still, letting one rest against his neck and the other, which had been in his hair, in his shoulder, as you felt your fingers begin to tremble,

"I do," He confirmed, nodding. His hair tickled your hands, "I really fucking love you," He smiled, moving to kiss you again, this time trailing his mouth down your neck and pressing more kisses there. With gentle hums, he repeated the three words in soft whispers as you felt your hands tremble more. The affection... It was almost overwhelming in the best way. You smiled to yourself, letting your eyes fall shut and small sighs to escape your lips,

"Love you too Eddie," He moved his head back up to look at you. You dropped your head slightly so you could look more into his eyes,

"You do?" He asked, making his voice a slightly higher pitch to mimic your response. As you laughed, he grinned, his teeth showing. You moved off his lap and got off the couch, offering your hand to him to help him stand. He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers gently, before standing, "Glad to hear it, my love," You breathlessly let a small sigh out, glancing back at him at the term of endearment. Quickly, he moved to kiss you again, grabbing your face and holding you there while he kissed you

"Yeah," said against his lips, before pulling away to look back at him. He kissed your forehead, before moving his hands to your shoulders and smiling at you,

"Why're we standing?" He asked curiously,

"We- uh... Let's go upstairs," You offered with a slight blush,

"Mmmm," He hummed, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. You flicked your eyes from his mouth to his warm brown eyes, "Movies down here though," He teased. One of his hands was gently holding your arm, caressing your clothed skin,

"Yeah but I have a bed upstairs," You tried to clarify,

"Ahhh... Right," He smiled, moving closer to you, "The couch is fine in my opinion," Your eyes widened at his proposition. You glanced beside him, down at the couch you had just been sitting on, before looking at the movie still playing on the TV,

"Do you still have our cassette?" You asked, and watched as he moved away from you to grab his jacket. As he turned, you took a moment to admire him. The way his hair swung as he moved, the way the sleeves of his Hellfire shirt had moved up his forearms, exposing parts of the bats tattooed on his arm, the way he... was wearing jeans... 

"Here- why?" He asked, turning back to you and handing you the rectangle. You moved to the radio cassette player and placed the cassette inside, waiting a few moments for the song to start playing and turning the music up just enough so you were sure the simultaneous music and movie would help drown out the noise. You turned to see him watching you, sitting on the couch already with his legs outstretched slightly looking so inviting. You walked closer to him, touching the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, discarding it off to the side as you took your place back on top of him. His eyes had widened at your display, and you smiled to yourself, 

"Drown out the noise," You clarified, giving him a playful wink. He grinned back at you, shaking his head slightly as he moved to kiss you again. His lips quickly moved back to trailing down your neck, eagerly seeking out the exposed skin now available to him and making sure to leave plenty more bruises against your skin, revelling in the sweet moans and weak sighs emanating from your bruised lips, as well as the way you gripped onto his shoulders and pushed his head closer to your body... 

Eddie was completely in love with you, and desired to show you just how much every time you were intimate like this. Loving Eddie Munson was the greatest thing in your life by far. The joy he brought you was incomparable to anything- and you hoped this overwhelming feeling of love could last for as long as possible.