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"We'll meet Again." Feyd-Rautha

Summary: As the twin or eldest child of the Atreides, numerous responsibilities came with the territory. Among them was the obligation to navigate diplomatic relations with various houses, particularly evident as your father finalized the contract for Arrakis and oversaw the spice harvest. During a meeting with the Harkonnens, Feyd-Rautha found himself captivated by the presence of the second pair of twins, unable to shake off his fascination.

Ps: English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any small grammar errors!

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Being the Atreides eldest child meant responsibilities. Some suggested getting married and yet the Duke Leto’s most profound plan was more than that. In fact, training his most prestige and intelligent children was yet to become a fruitful generation of the Atreides family itself. With how the Duke was just establishing his agreement for Arrakis. Things were just getting started.

In the early hours of the morning, Duke received messages first from Harkonnen, then from the Bene Gesserit, expressing their desires to put Paul through the long-awaited test. And potentially discussing a marriage proposal for the daughter. A sister of the Bene Gesserit, Helen, sought Paul’s testimony, the agreement for which was expected that same evening. Despite the unspoken bond within the family, evident in his brother's gentle gaze and the shared understanding, the weight of his father's gaze lingered heavily. ‘Will my children endure this infernal place?’ he pondered, resolved to safeguard their legacy.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but dwell on your own outcome. Your brother's training sessions had just commenced, while Duncan had departed for the day as usual. You remained in your study as your mother fetched your brother's attire for his test, that same morning. Despite her attempts to mask it, her eyes betrayed her worry and sorrow at witnessing her second child assuming the mantle of their House. Being descended from the Bene Gesserit, you understood her emotions intimately, benefiting greatly from the shared similarities. A sense of satisfaction washed over you as you caught your mother's gaze, exchanging a knowing smile. Her subtle nod reassured you that everything would be alright. ‘Yes, everything will be okay. Paul is strong,’ you reassured her, the words lingering in your memory.

As the Atreides tended to their familial matters, the Baron of Harkonnen, accompanied by his nephew Feyd-Rautah, received an unexpected but rather fruitful invitation to today's council from Duke Leto. Paul's inclusion in the invitation was urged strongly by your father, whose beseeching eyes left no room for refusal. With Paul's future as the Duke in mind, you felt compelled to comply. "Will father object?" you queried during breakfast, noticing your mother's absence as she assisted Dr. Yueh in preparing Paul for his impending test. Initially hesitant, you cited the traditional exclusion of women from male-dominated spaces and political affairs. However, your brother's persistence, coupled with his revelation of your father's endorsement, swayed your decision. "Father’s orders," he disclosed, highlighting the potential impact of your presence, particularly concerning the Harkonnen. With reluctance, you acquiesced, stating, "Very well, but understand that I do this for you." Paul's satisfied expression betrayed a hint of amusement.

The following day dawned with Paul's early hours consumed by Helen's final test. The Bene Gesserit sister arrived unexpectedly early, not only focusing on your brother's training but also involving you both. Despite the Bene Gesserit's usual bore for daughters, Paul's exceptionalism as the heir and you being twins altered the dynamic. Helen took matters into her own hands, prioritizing Paul's training just as she had done with yours, although you were included as part of the package deal, inseparable twins as you were.

Contrarily, you were well aware that today involved attending your father's council and orchestrating a proper reception for the Harkonnen. With a portion of their fleet bound for Arrakis, the Baron saw fit to bring his nephew along, a gesture of goodwill as they preferred to present it. While your mother urged you to accompany your brother, it was during breakfast that the next generation of Atreides convened. "Y/N," your mother's voice echoed in your mind. The test had concluded, your brother standing beside her, his expression inscrutable. This time, he exuded more confidence, yet there was a noticeable change from days past. His gaze barely left you as he silently confirmed his test's success. The trial had instilled apprehension in Helen, for both her daughter and now her son. Jessica had undoubtedly made an impression on her Reverend Mother, as expected. But something felt off–

"Father is awaiting your presence; the Council convenes shortly. Come, dress quickly," Jessica urged, her concern evident in her voice as she ushered both of you towards your father's chambers. "Of course, mother," You affirmed, Paul opting to fetch by your side as you readied yourself. His unease at the prospect of you encountering the Harkonnen was unmistakable, yet as you rose with assurance, adhering to your mother's instruction to dress appropriately, your brother remained silently supportive within the confines of the family abode. "Father will be pleased to see you alongside our new guests," he remarked, though the term 'guest' felt inadequate for the Harkonnens, known for their relentless pursuit of perfection within their domain—a trait reminiscent of the Bene Gesserit's own household.

"Ah, don't even get me started," you chuckled in response to his cynical remark, finishing your final adjustments in front of the mirror before approaching your brother. "You’re beautiful, Dunken would be damned not to see you right now." Paul admitted, though he was just as sparing with compliments as your father, if not more so. You chuckled again and tousled his hair affectionately. "Shame for him, indeed. Let's go then, Father must be waiting for us."

Duke Leto awaited his children to join him as he heard approaching footsteps, realizing they belonged to you and your brother. It was evident from their tardiness that they would likely be teased by Halleck. Paul, with a subtle smirk, leaned towards the man, who promptly assigned you to sit beside him as your father entered the room. "Paul, Y/N," Duke Leto acknowledged, and both of you nodded, maintaining impeccable etiquette. A moment of silence hung in the air as your father took his seat next to Halleck, acknowledging the arrival of the guests, unmistakably the Harkonnen. "Bring them in," he instructed.

Feyd-Rautha, accompanied by the Baron and Glossu, made their entrance. You couldn't help but notice the Harkonnens' air of perfection and similarity, a trait you had been warned about during your training sessions with Halleck, who delighted in describing them as ruthless monsters. It was surreal to see Halleck now sitting beside your father without so much as a flinch, as if their inevitable downfall was already evident and he felt no fear in displaying his disdain for their kind. Meanwhile, both Paul and you were filled with curiosity, and you caught sight of someone observing you from a distance. Just as introductions were about to be made, your gaze met that of Feyd-Rautha. His name was revealed by the Baron in a manner that attempted to convey affection but came across as somewhat grotesque.

Feyd-Rautha's gaze seemed fixed on yours, but thankfully, your father's voice signaled the beginning of the council, prompting everyone to take their seats for further discussion. Paul noticed, as he always did. He observed you clumsily attempting to handle a cup of water in a manner befitting of civilization, all the while sensing Feyd's unwavering focus on you. To him, you were his prey, much like how the Baron sought amusement during his stay on Arrakis. If it weren't for his insistence on accompanying the group, he might have missed the opportunity to encounter a face as captivating as yours. His smirk became more pronounced when the topic of your potential betrothal to a House chosen by your father was broached. You couldn't help but cough in surprise, prompting Paul to lean towards you and whispered, "Are you alright?" You nodded quickly, and you could have sworn you heard him chuckle.

"Yes—" You started, but your coughing grew more pronounced as all attention turned towards you. Your father expressed immediate concern and moved to summon medical assistance, but you objected, requesting a moment alone. Rising from your seat, you were just moments away from agreeing to the medical aid. You couldn't shake the feeling of Feyd-Rautha's penetrating gaze, and perhaps Paul's knowing glance. To Feyd-Rautha's evident amusement, this seemed only the beginning. "Farewell, you may depart," your father concluded, dismissing the attention focused on you.

"I suppose she's quite spirited, discussing marriage at such a young age, Poor thing." Hallek's voice remarked. It was something you had come to understand during your time in the opulent halls and corridors of House forces—that even the venerable Halleck, with all his gravity, possessed a degree of perceptiveness uncommon among men. However, this observation didn't sit well with Feyd. In fact, he couldn't resist making a remark, perhaps ill-timed and ill-phrased, which prompted Paul to rise from his seat, ready to confront him. "Surprising for an Atreides, she's not much for entertainment," he quipped, just before being cut off by Leto, redirecting the conversation towards political matters. But Feyd had other intentions. Aware that you had likely stepped out for some fresh air, he seized the excuse to excuse himself to the bathroom.

Fortunately, you arrived just in time as Dunken returned from his visit with the Fremen. Upon hearing of his return, you also learned about the impending arrival of the Harkonnens. Sensing your presence as their ships prepared to land, Dunken swiftly removed his mask and embraced you. "Is Paul not here?" he pondered, surprised as Paul typically greeted Dunken first, followed by a later rendezvous in your study for practice. "In council, with father. Father insisted we both attend, and guess who's here," you replied, making it clear with your eyes that you were referring to the Harkonnens. You were cautious not to reveal too much, knowing that any hint would only provide more amusement for Feyd to torment you with.

"Harkonnen. I'm aware," Duncan affirmed, sharing your sentiment, until his gaze shifted from yours to someone in the distance. It was someone who perhaps wasn't welcome if intruding but was expected at today's event. Duncan leaned in carefully, recognizing that whoever the man was seeking out, it was likely you. "I suggest you go speak to that man. If there's one thing my mother taught me, it's to never ignore your own apprehension," he advised, tousling your hair gently as you tried your best not to pout in response, before he hurried off to join your father.

On the other hand, Feyd couldn't tear his gaze away from the man's eyes. Was he someone he'd eventually have to confront? Such thoughts were irrelevant. All he craved was you, completely. As the pilot room emptied, a haunting silence filled the air. Dunkan's words echoed in your mind, reminding you of the inevitable encounter with Feyd-Rautha as part of collaborating with the Harkonnens. As he approached cautiously, you flinched, muscles tensing. His nearness seemed to radiate warmth, almost as if your skin would brush against his. "So... It's you," his voice pierced the silence. It wasn't the tone you anticipated or sought. It was soft, yet carried a comforting warmth reminiscent of Arrakis's weather. “Atreides’s very own princess.”

Your eyes never leaving his gaze. You could’ve sworn yourself that if you even tried to escape you couldn’t. In fact, your eyes even tried to sorrow for comfort elsewhere, but the darkness and contrast beneath his skin felt cold, slowly loosing yourself entirely within him all together. As his hand drawing near you, his fingers brushing around your waist…

"Y/N. They're leaving." Paul's voice echoed in your mind, interrupting any chance of leaning closer and feeling the faint touch of Feyd's lips. You pondered: was this love, or merely a trap ensnaring a woman's blind eye? Oddly, your brother's voice now felt distant, but you quickly regained your senses as Feyd realized the moment couldn't last. He must resist, for now. His smirk grew more pronounced upon hearing the Baron's voice calling out his name, one of the most memorable yet unsettling utterances you'd ever heard. As Feyd cast one final admiring glance your way, he whispered, "We'll meet again, my Queen..."

Compliance - Chapters list

Summary: Following her act of defiance, a history teacher finds herself in the crosshairs of Hydra’s Supreme Leader, Steve Rogers.

Pairing: Hydra Supreme! Steve Rogers x Black! Reader

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lov4gor3

1 year ago

yess I love this

The Golden Heir Ch. 1

Being Rhaenyra’s first born child, a lot of eyes were always on you. Mainly the Queen and her children as you were the perfect blend between your parents Ser Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. You shared your fathers complexion of a golden brown and your mothers light violet eyes. Your hair was a mix of silver waves and curls with density coming from your fathers side

Simply by having these qualities you were living proof that your parents held their duties through the Valyrian traditions. It gave your mother hope that she would gain more support from the Velaryons as they were always somewhat cautious of her from the very beginning.

You were the golden child, especially being their first daughter, loved by all, your parents, your grandsire the king, and the rest of the realm as you never failed to make the people at court laugh with your cuteness. You knew what you were doing though, all it took was one look to have the servants and other staff look at you in awe and you had their control.

It helped you get away with so much, if you were caught in the dragon pit or taking a handful of sweets right off the tray all you had to do was play the part of a cute little innocent girl who had no clue as to how those sweets got into your hands, it also helped that you were a princess and your grandsire’s favorite

Perhaps it was from wearing Rhaenyra’s clothes from when she was your age, although they were altered to fit your physique more, you still looked somewhat identical. When she gave them to you her excuse was “I kept these in high hopes that I would have a daughter one day. I’m sure you will look much more beautiful and ravishing in these than me when I was your age”

The compliment made you shy away a bit as you chuckled and hugged your mother thanking her for the gifts. Life was going wonderful, but as you started to grow, you had grown to be more aware of what was going on around you.

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You were always accustomed to rumors as it was expected for being in the royal family and had never thought anything of it. It wasn’t until after your mother birthed both your brothers that you began to actually pay attention to the rumors that spread whenever they were present.

You may have been a bit young but you were no fool when it came to the distinct features you did not share with your other siblings or to a certain knight. You would have agreed with some of the words that were being said about them, but seeing as your parents were enforcing the teachings of protecting family with your life you had to bite your tongue on certain occasions when they made you upset.

Whenever new rumors were spread within your vicinity you tried your best to shut it down but you figured that eventually the rumors would die out. There was rarely any talk that involved you, but when it did it was mainly about who you were to be betrothed to or if you were to be named the next heir like your mother. Not as serious compared to your brothers.

One day you confronted your mother about it as she brushed your ruly hair putting some pins in to hold its shape, “Mother”, You started as she stopped her humming to listen. “Yes daughter?” She questioned. “If my brother’s were bastards, then would the realm hate us?” You tried to ask in the most sincerest way but couldn’t find the words and decided to just say it

She paused with a shocked expression that was mostly seen in her eyes. Choosing her next words wisely.

She sighed while turning you around to face her. She reassured you through her motherly tone while cupping your face “Y/N my sweet, sweet girl. Do not worry my child for they are as much of a true Targaryen as you`` “Yet my brothers barely hold any resemblance to me. Why is that?”

True curiosity burned away at you as you asked the question. “They may not look like your father, but that doesn’t mean they do not have his character. You all have such good hearts, exactly like him. Now that is a true Velaryon trait”

Looking down a bit ashamed that you asked your own mother such a thing she only brushed a strand of a loose curl behind your ear as she smiled lightly. Her dimples showing.

But the truth was that she was worried about your observation skills and always lurking around when the family drama was getting a bit out of control. She knew you were too smart for your age and started to understand the ways of past kings and their habits. But, she knew that if you stuck your nose in the wrong business that it could possibly cost you your life.

As she held you close with your foreheads touching she whispered “Y/n you must listen to me very carefully when I say this. No matter what the gossip or rumors are about us…our family. Never believe them, unless they come directly from me. There are people who will try to break your spirit through nasty words but you mustn’t let them win.

Keep your head held high and show everyone how proud the Targaryen house is. Show them what it means to be the three headed dragon and why we are closer to the gods of old Valyria`’

Since that day you never questioned yours or your siblings birthright from your mother. Letting go of any worry for yourself, you devoted yourself to being a good big sister to your young siblings

It was both fun and frustrating at times as they continued to grow. Thankfully though they started to find interest in other things that didn’t involve you around your 10th name day.

So you took the time to retreat in the gardens of the red keep with Helaena as she collected insects.

You didn’t mind, she was a quiet and reserved person, occasionally speaking in a twisting tongue. The exact opposite from your chaotic brothers which was rather refreshing at times. When she first started to speak in riddles

You tried your best to solve them but grew tired with the extra activity and instead chose to occupy the silence with observing your uncles and brothers swinging their swords at one another. You knew the customs of being a noble lady. Swords weren’t even supposed to be in your vocabulary or anything of that sort.

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Your father would see you eyeing the boys whenever you were near the area and stood beside you striking conversation. “ladies shouldn’t be alone in the courtyard” he said, “I’m aware father, but I am only here to support my brothers through their training”

You let out a quick sigh, “are you trying to convince me or yourself?” he asked, Looking up at him you never could lie to your father or trick him like the others “You can always speak your mind with me” He said as he leaned forward on the stone railing to be more at your height. “it’s just…it isn’t fair that my brothers can train and do all they want while I’m stuck with embroidery classes and a septa that watches me all the time”

You started fidgeting with your nails as you complained, hearing the swords clash against one another from a distance. Almost lost in thought until your fathers voice brought you back.

“Well, you’re right. A lady shouldn’t be doing those things…However, if you were to take private lessons for dancing then maybe you could do just that” Looking up at him in surprise. You understood his tone and what his words meant. This wasn’t the first time you had suggested something like this.

You had almost convinced him shortly after your baby brother Lucerys was born until your mother overheard and shut it down as she thought you were still too young.

You smiled, scanning across the area in search of your mother. Not seeing her anywhere you knew this was your chance. “That is a splendid idea, father. May I pleasee?” You begged him, making a face and clasping your hands together. “Well your name day already did pass….So, I suppose you are of age now”

As he made a face before nodding and you hugged his waist thanking him. He held your hair as he chuckled and whispered, “If your mother hears of this. I’ll try my best to have her see eye to eye with us” You couldn’t think of your mothers reaction at the moment as you were in too much bliss from the news that you would finally learn what your brothers and uncles had been training for.

(A/N): apologies for being gone so long, too much has happened to explain on here but now that i’m back I will try to get back into the groove of writing again…wish me luck

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lov4gor3

1 year ago

Crash-and-cure Masterlist

Hi Y’all, finally decided to post one of these to make my fics easier to find on my blog.

Also let it be known that I also run both the @literally-just-elvis-fics and the @austin-butler-library where I’ve been trying to reblog as many fics as I can please go check them out!

Yandere!Elvis X Reader

If I Were You (I wrote all chapters after the first.) (Yandere!Austin!Elvis X Reader) You thought you could fix him, and he made you worse.

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5

Hallelujah - (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader) Elvis was lucky enough that you were at his concert and was able to save his life after an OD on stage. You’re not so lucky.

Would it be a Sin? - (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Hispanic!Reader) You love Elvis, and he loves you back, but he has some unconventional ways of showing it.

Devil In You Eyes - (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader) Your Daddy’s boss always gets what he wants.

Burnin’ a Hole Where I Lay - (Omegaverse Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader) Your best friend is not about to let you go so easy.

Wait for Me - (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader) In which Elvis believes he’s Orpheus when he is in fact Hades.

Every Minute, Every Hour - (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader) You’ll be shaken by the strength and mighty power of his love.

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lov4gor3

3 weeks ago

me in the theater when I saw this scene 😫🤭

he’s so sexy i can’t even

A Dragon is Born

TW- childbirth, talks of death,and the stranger himself💀

RHAENYRA POV

“ ARGGH YOU CUNT “, she hears herself scream hoarsely, a sound that was came from deep within, so far yet so close. Her body burned with pain and agony, terror visible in her face as she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows, terror now replaced with determination “ I will not end up like my mother “ she swallows the lump in her throat so thick as if she is choking on a rock.

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth, of dying like her late mother, those memories still ached into her memory forever ingrained into her mind. she wishes her mother was here to soother her, to guide her through the pain. But she is gone, of ashes and dust and she will never meet any of her grandchildren and that pains the princess deeply.

she continues to push and breathe, every breath like flames in her lungs, just like she was told and the pain…. oh the pain …… agonizing. The child bed is our battle field, her mother had one said. How Wise Queen Aemma was….. and how brutal she died.

Rhaenyra so deep in her thoughts didn’t feel the pressure between her legs,gone… empty, she opens her purple eyes, shrill screams of another…. a babe…. her babe… her firstborn.

There is still pain lingering in her body, but without a babe clawing there way out, the pain almost immediately subsided and she was grateful for it. She cries when she sees her babe, oh how beautiful her darling girl was, her babe being wrapped in a cloth and placed in her arms.

oh this feeling… this is what her mother always tried to tell her and there was nothing like it….. oh a mothers love for it is beautifully haunting. She looks down at her little one, her girl, her heir. There is a small tuft of white hair on her head and her skin is dark but a bit lighter than laenor but certainly darker than hers. This makes rhaenrya want to cry and scream with relief and accomplishment, a heir of house Velaryon and House Targaryen.

So enchanted by her babe she barely registered the midwives calling the guards to call for her husband and father. her cries have quieted down the long she feels her mothers warmth causes Rhaenyra to coo at her.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her late mother once said to her. In her younger years she scoffed at her mother claiming them to be foolish terms for she thought she would never have children, but now she understands the words of her late mother. It only took one look at her daughter to realize what she would do whatever it cost to make sure her babe was safe, unharmed, happy.

“ You little one have caused me a great deal of pain, but how can I scold you for when I’m so in love with you my darling girl. My little dragon i see it, you were born for this world to conquer it like our ancestors, to lead men into armies, to make them kneel and obey. my sweet girl you will show this world that women can be anything they put there mind to. “

Rhaenyra brings the babe to her chest cherishing this moment, peaceful and quiet, looking at the babe she carried in her belly for nine moons, so beautiful…

When she looked up she realized the sky was clear and the sun shone directly on her babe, creating an ethereal look... something inhuman... something dark....

"The Dragon has been born and they shall foresee a great prophecy in which the Prince that was promised shall fight in the war of death and darkness. For they shall bring the light-bringer and the Prince that was promised together to foresee and defeat death. For they are the most important piece in the game." whispered the stranger, looking down at the babe in the arms of her ethereal mother.

to be continued......

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

When the chaos erupted, Daemon did not let the opportunity slip from his grasp and abducted you, the daughter of the Sea Snake.

A/N: Thank you for 100 followers!

fanfiction | House of the Dragon

One may know the Rogue Prince to be a persistent man. He is a Targaryen Prince, a Dragon, what he desires will be his regardless of the cost. When he sought your hand, your father, Lord Corlys, opposed it and forbade him to wed you. The refusal left him embittered and wrathful, incensed by his audacity. Before his departure, he spoke one sentence that would unsettle Rhaenys and Corlys; a vow to seize you from their grasp should they prove unwilling. Your mother clutched you tighter, and your father silently dreaded the vow.

During the royal wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra, Rhaenys and Corlys remained vigilant throughout the entire ceremony, unable to shake off the sense of foreboding, especially when Daemon appeared at the ceremony uninvited, smiling proudly like a child. Your mother's grip on your hand tightened resolutely as she observed the prince smirking at her and her husband before taking his seat.

Corlys shifted in his seat as he leaned towards you, whispering firmly and sternly, "You must not engage with him even if he asks you to dance, do not accept anything from him. Maintain your distance." Your eyes met his, nodding in understanding. You had no desire to provoke your father or disappoint your mother, so you complied with their wishes.

Throughout the dinner, Daemon never ceased gazing at you. His eyes held mischief and potential peril. You swallowed nervously as you speared the meat on your plate. Your parents glanced at you cautiously, and you could even see Corlys glaring at the prince from a distance with admonishing eyes, yet the prince merely smiled and winked at you when you glanced at him.

Choosing to disregard his flirtatious advances, you turned towards Rhaenyra and your brother. They did not appear truly happy, more solemn, with silent discontent evident. The atmosphere was tense, lacking in joy.

As the dancing commenced, you remained seated. Then you turned to your father, "May I?" You inquired, and Corlys promptly responded, "You mustn't. The Prince is always waiting for you to slip up." Naturally, he was concerned; he could not bear to lose his daughter. It was Laena who interjected with a smile. "Father, do not worry, she will be with me. I will keep a watchful eye on her." Despite this reassurance, Corlys remained wary and reluctantly allowed you to go with your sister.

Descending the stairs and joining the others in the dance, they glided across the floor like graceful swans. You recognized a few of them: Harwin Strong, Jason Lannister, and a few others. It was then that you felt an arm encircle your waist, none other than Daemon Targaryen. You swallowed nervously.

He smirked at you. Despite having aged, he remained strikingly handsome, prompting both men and women to kneel before him. "You are as beautiful as ever," he complimented as he twirled you. A faint smile graced your lips, though your eyes revealed caution. "Thank you, Prince Daemon." The way his name rolled off your tongue made his smirk widen. You prayed for your parents to come and whisk you away.

However, Daemon had other intentions as his hand ventured lower. "Your parents are fools for denying us the chance to wed. I could adorn you in ways no lord ever could. I could indulge in you endlessly without boredom," he whispered seductively. His silver-tongue was renowned. You could sense your parents' watchful gaze.

"You are gracious, my prince. Unfortunately, I must return to my parents," you informed him, fabricating an excuse swiftly as you attempted to flee but were hindered by the chaos erupting around you. Screams pierced the air as panic ensued, and amidst the commotion, you heard bones shatter and recognized the cries of a familiar man, Ser Joffrey. Searching for your brother amidst the chaos, you heard his shouts and a loud crash. The cacophony of voices melded into one, and Daemon seized the opportunity by hoisting you over his shoulder and navigating through the tumultuous crowd.

Amidst the throng of people pushing and jostling in their attempt to flee the scene, it was challenging to spot you. Daemon capitalized on the confusion and departed from the Red Keep with you. Despite your struggles and resistance, he carried you atop his dragon. And on dragonback, he spirited you away to Essos swiftly when there were no witnesses.

While your parents scanned the crowd anxiously in search of you, Rhaenys fretted and feared that harm had befallen you. Corlys turned towards Viserys, his voice thunderous with anger. "My daughter—find my daughter!" he bellowed as Viserys finally grasped that his brother had likely abducted you amidst the chaos. The color drained from Corlys and Rhaenys's faces, consumed by dread.

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lov4gor3

1 year ago

little situation masterlist

For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

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lov4gor3

1 year ago

Sign It Away Completed Series

You sign a deal with the city’s most notorious handsome devil just to get a proper f*ck buddy while trying to sort out your dating life…but when you find someone to be serious with, Thomas can’t handle it.

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lov4gor3

2 years ago

Literally 😭