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LUCERYS VELARYON (MODERN AU)
the bear and the maiden fair 3x07 // game of thrones
daenerys targaryen in blue is my aesthetic 💅🏻
Wip tag games!
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thanks for the tag @mitsuki91 🥰
Fandom(s):
MCU: Eternals
Persephone!Eternal!Reader & Hecate!Eternal!Reader - more of a series of oneshots for this AU. Click on this masterlist if you are interested!
"The Adventures of Loca, Blanquita, and Poco" - also part of the above masterlist, but it includes OC children of Hecate!Reader and Druig. This takes place AFTER the emergence.
Some of these are more serious, while some are more stupid.
The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
"Feathers & Threads Soaked in Red" - Angsty Snowbaird AU with the addition of an ARMY of OCs. Some dark themes and a LOT of angst. Do not read if you are a minor.
I am very excited about this fic! This one adds a lot of lore to the Covey, or at least I tried to add a lot of lore to the Covey. I am also making a post of moodboards for the OCs along with some headcanons.
House of the Dragon
"Bound by Embroidered Chains" - Aemond Targaryen x Seamstress!OC x Jacaerys Velaryon. Ewan Mitchell has everyone in this fandom by their THROAT.
"Warmth & Stories" - Aemond Targaryen x Wildling!Reader. This part will have smut.
The first one has serious themes and a bi-coded OC, while the second is very fluffy.
The Originals/The Vampire Diaries
I haven't figured out a title for this one, but basically it's an idea about Henrik coming back from the dead when the Other Side collapsed and he managed to stay alive. He seeks out Caroline Forbes to help him return to Klaus in NOLA.
Kol & Hecate!Reader (same one from the eternals au I wrote) - Kol basically finds a better family and teacher than his siblings
Ansel is kept alive (magical baby plot? who's she?) and Klaus tells him to watch over Caroline's mom in Mystic Falls. Liz Forbes and Ansel may or may not end up...involved
I do not support Julie Plec's lady boner for the neanderthal that is Damon Salvatore. So, if you want me to write this out, pls keep this in mind.
And that's all I can really think of!
I will tag @valeskafics , @dreaming-for-an-escape , @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @lady-ashfade, @ethereal-athalia, @starogeorgina, @sylasthegrim, and anyone else who wants to join!
You don't even need to be a writer to play this game! It could also be an idea that you think is neat, and you just want to swap some thoughts!
Wip tag games!
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thanks for the tag @soopsiedaisies 🥰
Fandom:
Harry Potter
"Until the end of the world", time!travel Severus Snape/Lily Luna Potter. It's on ao3, only italian for now, a monster story and one day I will finish it :v
"Tomorrow", time!travel Severus Snape/Lily Luna Potter. It's on ao3, only italian for now.
"The hunter", only the translation is a wip, it's a dead dove very very very dead about new gen.
"L'uomo del ritratto" ("The man of the portait"), time!travel Severus Snape/Lily Luna Potter. It's on ao3, only italian for now.
... So I had a format I see 😂 anyway some stories are more serious and some more idiot.
The ballad of songbirds and snaked
In the serie "The play of songbirds and snakes" I have the wip of the wedding ("Until the end of the night" etc) and after that I have three more short stories to write in this universe.
"Blooming in the snow" (don't know if I will use this title) is the angsty Snowbaird, I wrote only one chapter and I am still plotting (also I am exploring more characters and I love it)
It's only in my mind and has no title or a serious plot yet, but it's the Coriolanus/Lucy Gray/Sejanus one u.ù
... And that's it I suppose. I have more plot in my mind (expecially HP ones) but I don't think I will write anything else in the near future... I am all for Snowbaird now.
I will tag @giosnape @postmariannizm @cdragons and I don't remember yet other users who write but if you write Snowbaird pls let me know 😭
Pray for my mothers they're really going through it
SWEET SUMMER ORANGE
Targaryen Dynasty x Fem!Teen!OC
"Green must find her way to orange, or all is lost. The dragons will dance and die, surrounded by fire and blood.”
Multiple Main Pairings!
Main Focus ~ Fem!OC and Targaryen Dynasty (Yandere, Obsessive, Protective)
Warnings ~ Nostalgia, Heartbreak, Anger, Alicents Person Feelings of Rhaenyra, and Denial.
Spoilers ~ Tons!!
Masterpost ~ Here.
Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)
Word Count ~ 2k Words.
Chp Summary ~ Alicent tries to eat lemon cakes on her own to quell her sadness after speaking to her father. Vhagarhā Qo, who perfers oranges, is a child unlike any other the Queen has ever met, but she reminds Alicent of all her children; as if she mourns the idea of who they were and cannot fathom who they are now.
Chp 3 ~ Sweet Orange Tart, Sour Lemon Cake, Bitter Apple Turnover
Alicent had grown to enjoy the smell of lemon cake in her youth.
Now looking down at the sweet treat displayed on top of the serving table, Alicent breathed in the sweet citrus smell and refrained from gagging.
It was too sweet, not enough lemon present; the recipe had changed. Alicent favored granny smith apple turnovers, the bitter apple pleasant to her taste buds.
What followed in the wake of lemon cake at the red keep was what she really enjoyed.
The smell of wooden fire and sweet lemon followed the air wherever Rhaenyra Targaryen walked. None knew that the Princess had a breeze of brimstone on her skin after a day of dragon riding.
Alicent knew as the Princess curled under her arm and in her lap when they were frolicking kids in the Keep.
Meeting Rhaenyra had been the downfall of Alicent's life.
The Princess had involved her deeper into politics by proxy of her company, and Alicent resented the fact the Princess betrayed her trust.
That is why they do not speak, that is why Rhaenyra left Kings Landing to live at Dragonstone with her cowardly ways.
Picking up a lemon cake, she placed it over a small glass serving plate and bit in.
The crunch of the candied lemon on top invited her with a sweet tang; the sweetness being followed by an even sweeter soft cake that had icing dribbled on top.
The lemon cake was sweet by itself naturally. Alicent realized what was off, the candied lemon was too thick with melted sugar and it was canceling the natural sourness.
“They are quite sweet aren't they, Queen Alicent?” Alicent whirls around, her plate still in hand and lemon cake shifting with the haste of Alicent's movements.
The newcomer had a sweet bell-like voice that reminded Alicent of Helaena when she was younger.
The shy kindness is all Aemond – before the incident however. Alicent clears her head of the thoughts.
The Queen's hazel-green eyes first catch the ginger-orange of the girl's hair.
The boldly colored hair is thick like a Velaryon's. The Queen can tell despite the corkscrew curls being slicked back into a neat bun at the back of the girl's head.
Curls spill outside the bun elegantly as there are autumn-colored faux flower hairpins inside of her tresses.
The next thing the Queen notices is an expensive-looking gold circlet that wraps around the child's head.
The design is simple with a small gemstone that rests in the middle of the child's forehead.
A sign of royalty.
Alicent squints her eyes at the gem, the pink teardrop shaped stone glittering in the sunlight.
“Yes, Indeed. And you might be?” Alicent places her plate down on a space the serving table has.
She clasps her hands in front of herself as she takes in the child's brightly colored gown, trying to associate her with a region.
“Princess Vhagarhā Qo, of The Sweet Lotus Vale in Jhala,” The girl bows her head and curtseys to the Queen.
Alicent curtseys back out of respect.
She swallows a bit of her pride.
Alicent Hightower studied like no other within the Keep, always staying up to read her books and retain knowledge.
Alicent shakes away a memory of a blonde that comes to her mind, and covers it up with a tilt of her head.
She'd never heard of the Summers Isles before.
Alicent licks the bottom of her lip quickly as she attempts to store away and make note of the exotic name.
It sounded traditionally Valerian, with a twist of words at the end.
The girl's accent sounded like liquid amber; smooth and sweet as the common tongue escaped her mouth.
“If it pleases you Queen Alicent; you may call me Vhae Summers,” The girl's teeth are an unnaturally blinding white, the viper notices.
Without changing the expression on her face, she scrutinizes the child under her harsh gaze.
The child seemed unnaturally pure, like soft fallen snow that hadn't been stepped on.
Her marmalade colored dress was one of fall, with different brightly colored leaves and flowers stitched into the fine fabric.
Small fake flowers, made up of a sheer material alicent didn't recognize, started from the left side of where her ribs sat to make a sleeve.
The other sleeve was the same way with the sheer fake orange flowers covering her arms but it started from behind her on her back.
The Summers Isle had an elevated taste for fashion beyond anything Alicent had seen or studied.
The child looked truly regal as she stood covered up enough for the fall breeze.
Large golden hooped earrings, thick bangles, chunky rings with colorful gemstones, a gold necklace filled with different cut gems.
Whoever the child was, she came from money beyond Oldtown or the Lannisters.
Alicent quits her staring as she notices the child fiddling with her fingers.
Alicent blinks, rubbing her hands down the sides of her gown.
“Would you like to join me by the weirwood, Princess?” Her hands ball tightly into fists, the words escape her mouth faster than she can think.
She imagined repeating those words to one with silver-white gold hair and deep lilac eyes.
The child has light brown skin, a smooth nutty color with speckles of teak that splattered across her face and hands.
Another happy reaction is pulled from her heart-shaped face, displaying the pink of her gums and joyous smile on her thick lips.
“Of course! I would love to!” The girl's gown flows against the gentle breeze of autumn as she moves to link arms with Alicent.
Alicent blinks again in surprise at the gesture.
She can see a pair of knights at their station start to move before she lifts a hand to beckon them away.
The woman of forty and three shivers at the childish affection, unused to another person initiating wholesome skinship.
Vhae's dress is a long one, the expensive cotton garment brushes the floor with a gentle sway, breathable and moveable.
Swallowing a sigh of anxiousness, Alicent decides to speak first but rethinks her words before she speaks them.
“So Queen Alicent, anything exciting going on in King's Landing this month?” The child's other hand goes to grasp Alicent's hand, free of wounded flesh and cuticles nicely manicured by a servant.
The Summer child's nails are covered in nail varnish, a lively pink, with delicate leaf detailing in multiple different colors.
Alicent thinks to ask the girl of her home country, their fashions quite different from Westeros.
At the darker girl's question, Alicent's mind drifts to the battle of succession that will be held in court soon.
“Well, there is court being held in five days' time. And of course, the ladies of the realm are planning a charity event that will take place here on the twelfth moon,” Alicent's tone is a bore as she recites over the larger events outside of her small council activities.
“Oh, court? How exactly is your court held here? In my country, court is held with the Ladies of Judgement,” Alicent's eyebrows raise as she takes in women having a station of absolute power for themselves.
Clearing her throat she responds to the question diligently, “Here court is held in the Red Keep when lords in higher power petition it so. The King will usually handle such matters but the King is feeling unwell at the moment.”
The girl hums and the pair stop in front of the carved face weirwood.
Breaking away from the Queen's hold that seemingly tightened through their walk, she lifts a hand to the face of the tree hesitantly.
Alicent sees a past memory of Rhaenyra, white long hair staring back at her as she traced the face of the sacred Weirwood.
A flock of servants break her out of her trance as they pass under the open walkway of the gardens.
They bow respectfully with straight faces and go rigid when she lifts her hand for them to stay.
Vhagarhā is circling around the thick white tree, hand tracing the thick bark of the red leafed tree.
The girl has that wide smile again that makes the Green Queen reluctantly grin.
“Fetch us a spread for a picnic,” The Queen demands. She gives the servants a small quirk of a smile as she watches the girl no older than ten and five.
Turning back to the child, she lays backwards with her entire body laying on the lush padded grass. She has no care about her delicate dress getting dirty with Earth.
It reminds her of the young Princess, she reminds her of the young Princess.
Carefree and wild, taking to life like a duck in water or a dragon to fire.
Alicent represses a grimace to give the child a small tight-lipped smile.
Alicents nails start to dig into the flesh of her palms, indenting crescent moons into soft skin.
A hand pulls her out of her thoughts, and she retracts her nails from her flesh.
The Summers Isle child is marveling at the leaves as if it was the first time she's seen them before.
Only then does Alicent notice it.
She casts a glance at the child's eyes and catches a glimpse of purple.
Vhagarhā looks up at Alicent, her irises shining a pale lilac purple, almost white as if she were blind.
Near the child's pupils, a molten orange color swirls against her slitted purple, similar to a beasts.
Alicents eyes go wide, and she squeezes the foreign girl's hand in a panic; accidentally catching her attention.
“Oh, I do hope you guys have orange tarts! They are one of my favorite pastries,” She remarks with a questioning look on her face.
Rocking forward on the tips of her heels excitedly, she averts her gaze to the plethora of servants who lay out a picnic sheet and baskets of food.
The Green Queen goes steady, fear ebbing away from her as she analyzes the child's features once more.
Copper-orange hair with strings of white diamond laced between the curls, a trait of Old Valarian blood.
A button nose, small, but ethnic like a Velaryon's.
Her skin is a shade lighter than Laenors, a red undertone to the brown skin and freckles spread out all over her face.
A oval heart shaped face, similar to a celtigar, but with more fat on her cheeks rather than sharp and hollow.
Lilac swirling eyes with hints of coral and slitted pupils similar to a – Dragon.
Alicent knew nothing of the Summers Isles – but this child was special.
Vhagarhā didn't resemble Rhaenyra, she even didn't look like any Valyrian Alicent had ever seen.
Vhagarhā Qo is positively a stunning child.
One with features she cannot match to any region but of Old Valerian blood beyond the Targaryens.
Alicent wants to rip her hand away, and walk back to her solar but – Vhagarhā gives her a smile that brightens up the Keep, despite the sun out in full effect.
Vhagarhā is not Rhaenyra or one of her brood, she's a foreign child for the Sevens sake.
Vhagarhā was unnaturally stunning, but didnt have the sharp features of a Targaryen besides her eyes.
She was soft, pure.
Even with the eyes of a Dragon hidden within her pupils, her eyes were wide and inviting.
Alicent thought that she would always resent the classic aristocratic look of a Targaryen.
The purple eyes, and majestically stunning features beyond human understanding.
She thought she hated them, but that hate melted into sorrow when she saw her children's faces.
The child's soft way of speaking reminds her of Aemond as a child – sweet and kind before he lost his eye.
Her smile reminds Alicent of Aegon's previous sunny spirit before he drowned in his cups.
Her fascination is a mirror of Helaena as she discovers a new insect; before her nightmares and flinching away.
Alicent cannot even try and sic a trait of Daeron onto the child; she hardly remembers his face before he was whisked away from her to Oldtown.
Alicent didn't know this, but she needed someone to just be around. She was lonely even in the presence of her children – regardless If she made them turn out mad.
She didn't think so though, she was just ensuring their safety.
Any thought of that white haired lier makes Alicents stomach turn sick and her heart pound ferociously.
For the first time in many years, Alicent smiles, huffing out a laugh, “Of course sweetling, we have plenty.”
The fall of a knight (Reader!Targaryen x Sir Criston Cole)
Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic , @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly @denkisclown, @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampthing07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187
Summary: Reader dislikes Criston from how he acts towards your sister Rhaenyra. Constantly fighting with him and being sassy, till it starts attracting him. Years pass as Criston's attraction for you only grows. You still act the same towards him, not much changed over the years. When another starts flirting with you, it brings a bad jealousy over to Criston, taking you as his even though he can't have you. [R! has purple eyes just like in the books]
It was way too late when you got a sudden idea. The scenery taunting your dreams as it woke you up. Your thirst for knowledge needing to be lessened. Throwing the covers off you, you got out of bed, putting on your slippers. Your heritage of the Targaryen bloodline interesting you so much. Surely since you were the only Targaryen with lavender eyes. You had always wondered how it came.
Slightly opening the door to your chamber, you stuck your head out and peeked around. Seeing if there was anyone in the corridor. Not being able to wait till morning, you just needed to get to the family library that withheld all of the Targaryen history. Perhaps there you might find answers to your questions. Perhaps there had been another with lavender eyes? Taking your chance, you ran out of your room, running through the corridors.
Sir Criston Cole was standing guard before your sister’s room. Making sure no one would disturb her sleep or come and harm her. Sir Criston furrowed his brows hearing rushed footsteps. Turning his head he saw you ran around the corner fast, making him tilt his head. It took him a few seconds before placing his hand on the top of his sword, coming to run after you. – “Princess!” – he said in a hushed tone to not alarm any others.
Clenching his jaw, he quickened up his pace. Sir Criston caught up with you, grabbing you to a stop. – “What are you doing out of bed?” – he questioned with a scolding voice. You were panting a bit, catching your breath. – “I need…I need to go to the library.” – you told him seeing his face change to anger. – “It’s the middle of the night!” – he shout-whispered to you.
“It can’t wait.” – you replied brushing his hand off you. Sir Criston took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. You crossed your arms, quirking your eyebrow up. – “Shouldn’t you be protecting my sister?” – you asked him. – “You need to be in bed!” – he countered crossing his arms as well.
“Have you left her unattended?” – quirking your brow even more, just to taunt him. – “No.” – he groaned out. – “I don’t need saving. I’ll be quick.” – you said already turning round to head to the library as Sir Criston kept you in place by holding your wrist. Turning you back to him. – “Bed is where you are heading!” – he made clear, pulling you along with him.
You tried to pull your wrist out of his grip, but it was no use. Sir Criston led you back to your room, shoving you inside. – “Don’t get any funny idea’s princess!” – he scolded closing the door before him. You groaned annoyed. You hated that he had seen you. The thirst for knowledge still vivid. Unlike your sister, who was rather carefree, you were not.
You found her ignorant of her surroundings. She couldn’t even name any battle formations right. Rather spend her time with Alicent than prepare herself properly for her future on the iron throne. Kneeling down, you tried to look through the keyhole. You couldn’t see clearly, so you hoped Sir Criston Cole had left to guard your sister’s door once more. Taking the handle in your hand, you slowly opened the door, still crouched down. – “Going somewhere?” – Sir Criston commented, looking over his shoulder down to you.
A smirk on his lips. – “I hate you.” – you breathed out. Sir Criston positioned himself better in your view taking a dramatic bow at you. – “I’ll be here all night.” – he mocked just to taunt you more. Annoyed you shut the door again. He surely wasn’t going to let you pass now with him guarding your door. Pacing around, you hoped perhaps he’d fall asleep. Which was unlikely. The hours past as you felt yourself get exhausted. Eventually falling asleep sitting down, with your head down on the table.
The next day, your sister, Alicent and you were at the white tree. Rhaenyra and Alicent sitting down and gossiping. You sitting at the other end, as far away from them. You lifted your head up from your book, feeling a presence come from behind you. – “Had a good night rest?” – looking up, you saw Sir Criston Cole standing behind you. Making you roll your eyes at him. – “Should you not be watching my sister.” – you let out, focusing on your book once more. – “I am.” – he answered, still looking back at your sister.
“That the book you so desperately needed to read in the middle of the night?” – he teased with a smirk. His comment made you shut your book tight. – “Mockery, how elegant.” – you responded with a sneer while getting up. Giving him a sarcastic smile. Sir Criston Cole gave you a sarcastic smile back. – “Sir Criston!” – Rhaenyra called out to him. He lifted his head up to her, seeing her wave him over. Sir Criston jogged over to your sister to answer her plead. – “Jaos” dog you mumbled under your breath.
Sitting annoyed down, you watched how Rhaenyra wrapped him around her finger. Him doing all her bidding. Having enough, you got up, taking your leave. There was no room for you anyways. The three of them so caught up with each other, they hardly noticed you taking your leave. You made your way around the castle, ending up at the fighting court.
Soldiers practising as you stopped and stared. Observed their movement. Watched it with the upmost attention. Taking notice of their footwork. The way their muscles worked whilst handling the sword. It made you move your own foot to match their stand. Trying to get the right distance between your feet for a steady stand. Sir Criston found his way on the fighting court, seeing you watch the soldiers practise.
He got in motion heading over to you. Pausing briefly he noticed you swiping your feet over the ground setting it in a position. Making him furrow his brows. He then eyed the soldiers, making a link with what you were doing. Sir Criston made his way across towards you.
“Found you!” – he said coming to be at your side. – “I didn’t need finding.” – you replied stoking some folds off your skirt. – “You left unattended.” – he answered making it clear to you. It made you scoff loud. – “You must’ve gotten an honour for observance.” – you mocked turning your head away from you. Criston grabbed you by your elbow a bit rudely. Turning you back to him.
“You do not leave unattended!” – he made clear, raising his voice a bit. – “Scared I’ll run?” – you replied with a teasing smile. – “Did I make myself clear?” – Criston called out pulling at your arm once more. You stared right back at him with your intriguing lavender eyes.
“Sir Criston, am I royalty?” – you asked him. – “Of course.” – he answered mesmerized by your gaze. – “Then stop bossing me around.” – you made clear giving him a little shove. Walking off, Criston kept staring at you. As you slowly started to attract him. Making him curl up a shy smile.
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Sir Criston Cole entered the room, having searched everywhere for you. With a sigh of relief, he was glad to finally have found you. Asleep that was. With your head down on the table, a book underneath it. He approached you, nudging your shoulder to wake you. – “Princess.” – he said. – “Princess… Y/n wake up.” – he started to nudge you harder. – “Wake up Y/n.” – he said a bit louder.
You shot awake, hand shooting out as it him right in his nose. Criston groaned in pain, stumbling back. You got up apologizing. – “Oh sorry I thought you were someone else.” – you said until you could clearly see it was Criston. – “Oh it’s you, well that’s alright than.” – you continued with sass. Criston glared at you for the perhaps deliberate punch to the nose. Stretching out, you got up.
You saw him still cover up his nose, recovering from your little stomp. – “Oh please.” – you called out with a roll of your eyes. – “You hit me in the nose!” – Criston answered loudly. – “You’re a knight.” – you mocked that he should be used to it. Criston glared your way, as your attitude hadn’t changed over the years. – “The tournament, Y/n.” – Criston said changing the subject.
“Right.” – you answered with a sigh. Criston came by your side, walking out with you. – “Aren’t you participating this year Criston?” – you asked not with the intention to be curious. – “Yes.” – he answered. – “Then you’ll get used being hit in the nose.” – you teased with a laugh. Criston laughed mockingly loud to make clear your joke wasn’t even funny.
Getting outside, you let Criston guide you to the box. Rhaenyra already sitting down. – “Criston!” – she called out, waving her handkerchief around. She threw it at him as it fell down in the dirt at his feet. He bend down to pick it up as you left his side, coming to sit by your sister.
When Criston looked back up, he was surprised to see you gone. Looking up at the seats, he saw you sit by your sister. Criston took his leave to prepare. Rhaenyra and you were chatting a bit till the tournament began. You watched several men joist. Not nearly as amusing as you liked it to be.
Then came the one on one combat. There were two men fighting as Sir Criston and another were up next. – “Criston!” – Rhaenyra called out to him. Criston neared the box you sat, looking up as his gaze fixated on you. The other contender joined his side, looking over at you as well. – “Y/n Targaryen!” – he called out making Criston look at him. – “May I receive your blessings? A kiss from you will still my beating heart and give me strength enough to win this tournament for you.” – he said moving his hand out to you.
Rhaenyra tapped your knee enthusiastically at the attention you were getting. Criston clenched his jaw with tension. Clenching his hand into a fist. – “Fairest Targaryen, may I drown in your lavender eyes and hold your tender hands in his. This battle shall be in devotion to you.” – he continued as you stared in shock at him. – “Go on give him a kiss.” – Rhaenyra teased, pushing you to do so.
She practically shoved you out of your seat. Sighing loud, you knew she wouldn’t stop pestering you about it. You got up, making your way down to the edge of the box. Sir Criston staring hard at you, eyes widening at what you were about to do.
You tapped your finger against your cheek to let the knight know what to do. The knight turned his cheek towards you. You grabbed a hold of the frame in front of you, leaning closer to give the knight a kiss on the cheek. Sir Criston staring at it with disgust and jealousy. Rhaenyra cheered loudly from her seat, getting up to clap. You felt a bit foolish as the knight pressed his hand against his cheek.
Your gaze fell upon Criston, seeing how angered he was. Clearly fighting off demons inside of him. A battle you weren’t sure which side would win. A horn got blown as it announced the start of the next battle. You returned to your seat watching the next round. Sir Criston and the other knight you had given a kiss on the cheek.
Sir Criston sniffed loud, looking up to the seating where you sat. Smiling a bit that you dared to taunt him so much with this. With showing affection to anyone. The knight readied himself as Criston drew his sword. He called it out, running up to the man to let out all his anger and jealousy out. He was brutal and hard. Hardly leaving the knight room to breathe.
Rhaenyra stared in shock at him. Criston kept slashing his sword down on the knight’s shield. He lost balance, falling down as Criston got on him. Punching him a few times, making sure to hit the cheek you kissed. Wanting to wipe your sweet lips off him. Criston was a savage, rampaging. He wasn’t going to stop till there was death. – “Criston!” – you shouted loud, seeing that the knight below was barely giving any reaction.
“Enough!” – you made clear wanting him to stop. Criston stopped, his knuckles full with blood as it hovered over the knight’s face. The knight sputtered out some blood as Criston got off him. Claiming his victory. Having enough of this manly show-off, you got up, leaving the seats. Criston cleaned his hand, noticing you take your leave.
Without another thought, he went after you, going away from the tournament. – “Y/n!” – he called out catching up with you. He grabbed you by your shoulder, turning you to him to push you up against a tree. When your back hit the bark, you let out a gasp.
“Don’t do this to me Y/n.” – he spoke keeping his hands on your waist. – “Do what.” – you teased him making him smirk. – “Kiss another man in front of me.” – he replied grabbing you forcefully by your chin. Tilting your head a bit back as he stared firm at your eyes. It made you weak on your knees by the way he was staring hungrily at you. Criston took a step closer to you, nearing you more.
He let his thumb go down your lip, parting your lips by pressing on your under lip. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest as your cheeks flushed with heat. – “Criston…” – you whispered as he tilted your chin aside, kissing your jawline. His touch send a warmth over you like a tidal wave. He went down, kissing you in your neck.
It made you wrap your arms around him, scratching faintly his back. He knew he shouldn’t, but he wanted anyways. He wanted you to be his. So he simply claimed you as his even though he wasn’t allowed. Criston’s gaze met up with yours, staring fiercely back at you.
Then he smacked his lips on yours. Kissing you roughly. He immediately felt you kiss him back, diving with him into the intimacy. Criston started kissing you harder, quicker. Panting with each grasp for breath between kisses. For you were his, and his alone.
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My favourite thing is how my aunt describes Matt Smith in The House of The Dragon, is just. “He wasn’t acting like the Doctor.” “He was being very un-doctor like.” As if I don’t know he’s fucking his niece.
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