More Than Anyone Pt. 5

Perzys se Rūkla (Fire and Flowers) - Masterlist

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x OFC (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Smut, angst.

Synopsis: When Daemon returns to King's Landing for the first time in fifteen years he sets his sights on his nephew Aemond's betrothed, Melessa. The trouble with happy endings though, is that they rarely work out when deep down you feel you don't deserve one...

Moodboard by the wonderfully talented @ruby-dragon

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six (FINAL)

ao nykē perzōñi iksi masterlist

you and I are made of fire

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: A tourney at Winterfell will change your life forever...

Warnings: canon-typical stuff, messing with the original timeline

• chapter 1 • ñuha dāria • my queen • summary: a dragon meets his match

• chapter 2 • ñuha prūmia • my heart • summary: celebrations after the tourney

• chapter 3 • ñuha ābrazȳrys • my wife • summary: you are presented to the court

• chapter 4 • ñuha dārilaros • my prince/my princess • summary: another celebration, another wedding

• chapter 5 • ñuha zaldrītsos • my little dragon • summary: you prove that you have more than enough fire in you

• chapter 6 • ñuha dārys • my king summary: a new king is crowned

Check Point Masterlist

Summary: She never regret leaving the world of motorsport in order to pursue her career in acting. Well, maybe she did regret it. A bit.

or

in which a highly acclaimed actress realized that coming back to a sport that she left years ago is a bad idea, considering she grew up with half of the paddock.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x actress!reader

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I would die on the spot if my grandmother told me those things in front of my partner 😭😭

Vexation

warnings: obscene language, reader talking back to elder people, sweet, fluff. That's all, I think? Haha!

pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

summary:

The well-known Lady Thorn of Highgarden finally visited you after a year of being wed to Prince Aemond. However, you have a feeling it will not go well.

a/n: this was supposed to be a 100 followers thank you fic but I just finished it today lol Enjoy!

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You have been acting up since earlier when your mother informed you that your grandmother decided to visit the two of you after many moons of being wed.

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"For someone who hasn't seen their grandmother for years, you seem not thrilled enough, my love." He gave a light chuckle when he saw your face with a sneer.

And you have a feeling that he was enjoying this different side of you.

You're always calm and collected and it was rare to see you so agitated about someone who used to be your mentor.

No, you're not like this because you're troubled she did not visit you sooner.

Nor, it was due to you not caring about her enough either.

It's the opposite.

You love her.......truly.

And you know her better than anyone in this kingdom. Her old bones, wit and all.

If you have been asked to give one word to describe her, that would be; a nuisance.

"Well, if I were you, you should too." He raised his eyebrow at that but the look of wonder was still etched all over his face.

"I still fail to understand what was so wrong in meeting, not just your grandmother but your teacher when you were young. I bet she can share stories I do not know about you, Lady wife."

"I also fail to understand why such a man of your stature was so excited to meet a chattering old lady, Lord husband." You said as a matter of fact.

At this point, you knew that he truly thinks you do not want to meet her for fear of hearing embarrassing stories about your childhood.

He did think about one thing right, but he did not hit the head in the nail on what your fear truly was for.

"Enlighten me, my love. What did your grandmother do to earn your ire?" Before you could share the reason for your distress, a servant's knock disrupted your conversation.

"Pardon me, my prince and my lady. Lady Tyrell was waiting in the sitting room." The servant bowed once she announced the arrival of your family. She stood near the door, waiting for your command.

With a sigh, you stood up and went near your husband. Your hand reaches for his hair and you run through your fingers on his soft locks. Your hand fixes the ones that always seem to find themselves unaligned.

He closes his eyes and leaves a soft "hmmm" on his lips as he savors the feel of your fingers through his hair.

"Are you certain you want me to go and waste my time with that old monster instead of doing this with you?" You smiled sweetly at him and pouted your lips to convince him not to let you go and finally meet your grandmother.

However, instead of saying yes, he chuckled and warm calloused hands clasped yours.

"As much as I love to do that and stay with you in our chambers, wrapped around my arms, your refusal to meet her might leave a wrongful impression towards who I am. So go now, dear wife, I know you'll come back to me safe and sound."

A grumble left you before you pecked his nose. He frowned a bit at your rebellious antics. You always give him a kiss on the lips and wish him well before he trains. But today, you're not giving him that.

Before he could protest though, you stuck out your tongue and winked at him. Leaving him on his own devices as you were escorted by the servant to the place you truly hoped not to visit today.

Even from afar, you can already hear your grandmother's feeble voice from old age. Yet, you know that despite the soft sounds, she's far from tender.

"Here I thought I'll meet my death bed first before you finally show up here." She said with eyes-closed while sipping her tea.

Trying not to roll your eyes, you smiled at the servant and dismissed her. You gave your mother a smile before you sat down beside her.

Servants who were standing closed immediately placed a cup and saucer in front of you. They also filled the table with new biscuits and sweets.

"Well, I guess my timing's not that impeccable because I would have waited more just to see that." The servant who was filling up your tea almost let go of the teapot from shock on what she heard. But as she was a highly trained servant from the palace, she composed herself right away and bowed once she finished her task.

Meanwhile, your mother let out a cough and a choked sound of surprise before deciding to dismiss the servants fully and avoid any more witness from your family banter.

"I can't believe you call yourself a lady with that manners." Once all the servants were dismissed, your grandmother spoked again.

"Apologies, mother. I will make sure to teach her the proper decorum again later." Your mother gave you an eye and you just rolled your eyes at her.

"Not my granddaughter. She's perfect as is. I meant you. Who would have choked on her own tea?" Her feeble voice cracked from hoarseness as she raised her voice, scolding your mother.

A knowing look was passed between you and your mother as she gaped at your grandmother from shock.

If you do not respect your mother, you would have said I told you so.

"Anyway, enough lessons about etiquette. How was the life of being a wife, my favorite grandchild." Even without a mirror, you can see your face twitched from annoyance.

This old hag was indeed testing your patience. It has been a year since your wedding. You'll understand if she did not come to your wedding due to an official business. However, all those times, she was sitting on her favorite chair, sipping her warm tea, inside her chambers in Highgarden.

"It was well, until you decided to come here and ruin it for me." At this point, your mother feigned ignorance and continued with her afternoon tea. She's smarter now as she realized that your grandmother came here for you with an agenda. You're trying to decipher what it was. Yet, you have a feeling you know it already.

"If that was true then, when are you going to give me my grandchildren? Are you impotent? Because I believed based on stories inside these walls, your lord husband made your legs wobble on several occasions. I can only assume that problem was you." The cutlery rang when you put your cup down full of anger from her statement.

It wasn't as if you did not want a child either but no matter how much you did it with Aemond throughout that year, you were still not blessed with a baby. Your husband, the ever sweet partner, assured you that it was fine. Some couples had the hardest time having children and there was no rush.

The insult stings, especially, since it was your family who mentioned it.

"If that was the reason for your visit then I'd rather spent more time doing it with my husband than wasting my time here talking to a wrinkled old thorn." You were about to leave your seat when suddenly, your grandmother grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

"Oh dear. Your patience was still shorter than my lifespan. Sit back down and let this wrinkled old thorn finish what she was trying to discuss." Still fuming, you followed her but crossed your arms in defiance as you stared straightly in her eyes.

"Well, I would not even agree that you were impotent as our family were known to have no problems with giving birth compared to the Targaryen. But still, answer my question truthfully.

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When you're doing it, have you tried using your mouth and licking the tip while massaging his balls so he'll enjoy it. In my time, ladies let their husbands cum first and that method was certain to make them pregnant after a month." Your mother who was quietly listening to your discussion was left coughing violently at your grandmother's shameless words in broad daylight. The tea she was holding splashed everywhere as she tried to compose herself.

To help her calm down, you put your hand soothingly on her back. Your face red with shame as your grandmother continued her obscenities and the advice for the right position to get pregnant next time.

When she realized that you and your mother gave her silence as she told you what must be done, she looked in your direction and raised her eyebrow at your reddened looks.

"Ha! I do not understand why the two of you act as if you did not know what I am saying. Stop pretending to be prim and proper! A man can do and tries everything when he's fucking every lady on these realm but a lady had a chance to only do it with once with one man on her lifetime. Enough with this nonsense and do me a favor and use this." You almost backed away when she suddenly stood up and placed a bag inside your hands. The bag emits a strong sweet smell you've never smelled before.

"What is this?"

"An aphrodisiac."

As if your skin was burnt by the bag, you immediately throw it on the table and stay as far away from it as possible.

"Have your old brain finally given up?" You yelled at your grandmother. Fingers pointing at her accusingly. You can feel the hotness run from your face to your ears and you know that you looked just like an apple from how red you were.

"Oh hush now. Me and your grandfather used to add that to our tea and it always ended up with a child so that product's safe from testing. Not that we need it much but the feeling we have after using it was something I missed so much. Believe me, it will just help your body relax and be more sensitive from your partner's touches compared to other aphrodisiacs." The disgust you felt when you saw her close her eyes and shudder from remembering what she did with your grandfather were so immense you felt all the hair in your body rise.

"Oh gods. My dear ears." On the other hand, your mother's laments as she tries to console her ears and head from what she heard today.

A sudden knock made you jump from where you were standing and you three looked at the door and waited for the announcement of whoever was on the other side.

"Lady Tyrell, his grace, the prince Aemond Targaryen is here to see you."

"Let him in. Let me see my grandson-in-law." Before you can react, your grandmother smiled wickedly at you and announced to let your husband in.

Panicked, you grabbed the bag and put it inside your dress, where a hidden pocket was made.

Your husband came in with a warm smile but frowned when he saw your pale face and rigid body as you stood near a chair.

He titled his head at you in silent question about what happened when your grandmother opens her mouth to greet him.

"If this wasn't the infamous one-eyed prince who was able to tame the biggest dragon at such a young age." A toothy grin was plastered on her face and she walked towards your husband. She opened her arms and hugged him tightly. She also patted him loudly and the gesture confuses your husband but let her do it.

"Hmmm... I know now why my granddaughter is protective of you. I will surely climb you if I am a little bit younger."

The world stopped as you tried to understand what your grandmother said to your dear husband.

You were just glad that your husband did not skip his etiquette classes as he was able to compose himself right away and gave a proper answer from that obscene remark.

"You flatter me, Lady Thorn." He replied with a smile.

Your grandmother chuckled at that and decided to walk back in her seat. But when she passed your way, she whispered something that only your ears can hear.

"If you do not pull him away from this place, I will make sure to make his ears bleed." You looked at her incredulously as she sat back down with a soft look on her face.

Blinking, you looked at your mother, who was still red, and looked back at your husband who was staring at your mouth agaped expression then back to your grandmother, who ordered another servant to bring another warm tea like normal. As if she did not just whisper the most absurd order you've heard.

Without further ado, you stride towards your husband with a purpose and grab his arm away from the chamber.

"Make sure to use my gift tonight, my favorite grandchild." Your grandmother reminded you with a wink.

All you were able to say was a loud groan and you stomped away dragging your husband with you.

"What was that?" He asked. Obviously confused with your manners.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Looking at your husband's face, your thoughts immediately come back from the nights he kisses your skin and presses himself closer to you. Thanks to your grandmother's scheme.

Stepping backwards farther in his direction, you stride and start running away.

He called your name many times but you can't look back as you slapped both of your cheeks from embarrassment.

How could you feel so turned on in the middle of the corridors just from staring at him. You groaned as you felt your core slicken from just the thoughts of him.

With a scream, you look at the clear sky with determination.

You will prove to your grandmother that you do not need that tea to enjoy your husband's company and bear his child!

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Meanwhile, back inside the room, Lady Tyrell cleared her throat and finally opened her mouth to talk to Lady Thorn.

"Do you truly need to edge her that way? I believe they're doing their best."

"Then, their best was not enough. With that type of husband, I can't believe she was having a hard time having a child. All she needed was a little push. I know it." The old lady smiled to herself and sighed as she looked outside and witnessed the beauty of spring.

She was sure that this will be a fruitful year for the Highgarden.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ↴

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: contains mature themes, violence, substance abuse, alcohol use, addiction, sexually explicit scenes, assault (non-sexual)

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silver spring | coriolanus snow

Description: Coriolanus Snow knows that he shouldn't have ended up this way. He knows that he was destined to be something better. The woman sleeping beside him is a testament of his reckoning, Lucy Gray is a ghost that he tries to forget. (Snow and Reader's marriage told through the cold beliefs of Coriolanus.)

Pairing: young-president!coriolanus snow/wife!reader

Warning: childbirth, major character death, angst, snow is haunted by lucy gray's memory.

"Time cast a spell on you But you won't forget me." - Fleetwood Mac.

[...] He was glad about the erasure. It was just another way to eliminate Lucy Gray from the world. The Capitol would forget her, the districts barely knew her, and District 12 had never accepted her as their own. In a few years, there would be a vague memory that a girl had once sung in the arena. And then that would be forgotten too. Goodbye Lucy Gray, we hardly knew you.

"Are you alright?" you cleared your throat seeing him in deep thought. There was always something mysterious inside the man that you married - he was always deep in thought. "You came to visit?" he seemed disinterested in what you had to say. "I-they told me that you didn't eat dinner yet," you managed to choke out.

He was very clear and precise. He told you that he couldn't stand you - that he hated you, and it was the very reason that you were wed.

An amused chuckle exits his mouth. "Aren't there more important things to have your attention?" he raised an eyebrow, staring at you up and down with that incredulous stare.

You seemed to amuse him - to some extent.

"- like running our household or gossiping with your friends." he mused, returning back to his paperwork. His statement made you feel awry, you were never the one to listen to gossip - the suggestion that you should do that only cemented the fact that he didn't know you - didn't bother enough to know you. "I was worried that you'd starve without dinner." you took another step forward.

He shakes his head.

"I will not die without dinner." he scoffed - dismissing you.

It was late at night when Coriolanus stumbled inside your room. By then, he could hardly make out the outline of your body on the bed.

He couldn't believe that the woman he hated - had finally become his wife. "Coriolanus," you mumbled - eyes trying to adjust with the dim light. "Did I wake you?" he removed his jacket, surprised at his tone. "N-No," you stuttered. A meek prey against him.

You moved slightly, leaving him enough space to lay beside you.

Coriolanus was surprised that you slept that quick - though, perhaps he was also thankful. He didn't want to create a reason for small talk. Your purpose in his life wasn't to be loved - it was to create children, and to strengthen his political prowess.

The moment he set his eyes on you - he vowed to never love or care for you. He couldn't afford to love again. He knows what love feels like - Lucy Gray manipulated him, both body and soul. Until now he doesn't know if she is truly dead. He wishes that she is.

He is snapped away from his thoughts again.

This time, you wrap your arms around him. His eyes widen in surprise, he opens his mouth to speak but he relents seeing your sleeping figure.

He may hate you, but it does not stop him from finding you beautiful.

It was a few months later when he sees you again - this time with good news. "They tell me that our child is the size of a small ball." you smiled, reaching for his hand and placing it on your stomach. This was one of the few moments where he showed his love. You were sat on his lap, almost inhaling his scent at the proximity.

It was all for show, you thought. He had guests in the courtyard, and they could see you from the window.

"I've thought of names, but I wanted you to choose too." you continued, licking your pink lips. Oh, Coriolanus wanted nothing than to kiss those lips right now - but alas, his ambition ruled him. "What are they?" he continued rubbing your belly.

"Brutus, if it is a boy and Lucy-"

"No, not Lucy. Something else." he demanded, interrupting you. "Josephine," you quickly replace and he nods.

"- but if there are other names that you prefer, you may choose." you stared deep into his eyes. "You bleed, you decide." he whispered, his hands trailing up to your neck. "Kiss me," he suddenly demanded.

"What?" your eyebrows merged into each other.

"There's people watching, kiss me."

And you obeyed him.

"As pure as the driven snow," you mumble while soothing the pain in your stomach. "What did you say?" Coriolanus raised an eyebrow. "Our child is as pure as the driven snow," you repeated - almost seeing his face in a dream. "Where did you come up with that?" he chuckled, slowly used to your company.

"You mumbled it in your sleep." you responded, continuing to write on your journal. "Well, I can't remember saying that anymore." he shrugged, feeling paranoia gnaw at his bones.

Lucy Gray, let me live.

"It sounds familiar, it's from that tribute - I watched her then, but its been so long I can't even remember." you chuckled, Lucy Gray Baird, the songbird from District 12.

You were enamored by her - intrigued by her voice. Your husband seems to be the same. "Is that why you wanted to name our child Lucy?" he questioned, her name tasted bitter on his tongue. "No, of course not - you'd never approve." you scoffed.

"Why wouldn't I? I don't know Lucy Gray personally." he lied once more, maintaining his narrative. "You told me that the Games were created to remind the Districts of what they are - animals." you remembered, not fully believing his speech. "You would hate me if I named our child after an ... well, someone that you hate."

"Good, and don't mention Lucy Gray ever again." his eyes narrowed.

Little Wolf Masterlist (Ubbe x Reader)

Little Wolf Masterlist (ON HOLD)

Summary: Ubbe falls in love with you despite you warning him that your father - Fenrir - won’t approve of his love, considering that it was Ubbe’s grandfather - Odin - that ordered him to be chained. When certain situations arise and fates are carried out, your mind turns in such a way that you think you might have a way to persuade your father to feel differently towards Ubbe. (In collaboration with @ladywolf44005)

Warnings: Specific in each part

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Unfamiliar feeling

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the nurse team at the Compound, and you're assigned to take care of a certain grumpy super soldier and his wounds. You're treating him very gently and he's not used to this, but he welcomes the unfamiliar feeling nevertheless.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light swearing.

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

''Y/n, some Avengers are coming in with serious injuries today, and you're assigned to treat Sergeant James Barnes. I will let you know beforehand, he can be a real dickhead when it comes to being treated, he usually doesn't want any help. Try your hardest to get him some help, otherwise, we just can't treat him anymore,'' is what your supervisor tells you. Even though you've been a nurse for nearly 15 years, you recently started your job as a nurse at the Avengers Compound since moving to New York. You've decided to trade in the California sun for the business of a city like New York, finally fulfilling your lifelong dream.

''Okay, I'll take good care of him!'' you say with your usual cheery voice and a fresh batch of enthusiasm, and your face is pretty much permanently supporting a smile. This is your first time treating an Avenger, up to this point you've only treated other agents, and the injuries weren't too severe so far. ''At what time will he arrive?'' you ask and your supervisor tells you he will be in room 7 in about 10 minutes, so you go and get the room ready for his arrival, mostly checking if all your supplies and instruments are there and ready to go, which they are. You tie your apron around your waist and put on a face mask as well as rubber gloves right before Bucky gets wheeled into the room.

You see him and quickly assess any visible wounds, which there are plenty of, they must have gone on a rough mission. ''Good afternoon Sergeant Barnes, my name is Y/N and I will be taking care of you today!'' you say and the enthusiasm is practically dripping off of your voice, making Bucky's heart skip a beat, he wasn't used to someone like you treating him. He just grunted in response, not able to talk because of a nasty wound on his face and jaw. ''It appears you had quite the rough mission, but you're still alive and that's what's most important right now,'' you tell him and you start looking him over gently.

''To do a full examination of your wounds, I do unfortunately need to take off your clothes. Shall I give you some more privacy by closing all the blinds? It will just be me in here with you, but if you're more comfortable with it I can find a male nurse to look you over,'' you offer and he points a finger at you, which you take that he is okay with you looking him over. He also gives you a thumbs up when you ask him if he wants some more privacy, he isn't used to someone asking him this, caring about his privacy - he hasn't had any for so long he doesn't know how to act in all honesty.

''First, I would like to examine your face, that appears to be a pretty nasty wound,'' you tell him, just looking at it. ''Can I touch your face, Sergeant? That way I can clean it with a bit of alcohol, which is probably going to sting pretty bad. I think we won't need to stitch it up, we could probably get away with some butterfly bandages,'' you tell him softly, not talking too fast to make sure he can follow what you're saying. He softly nods and you grab your tray with the necessary supplies to clean and bandage his face. ''Is it okay if I put this tray on your lap for easy access? If not, I can put it on the bed,'' you ask and he shakes his head, notifying me he's not comfortable with it.

''That's no problem, Sergeant, I will put it on the cart next to your bed so I can still reach everything I need. Thank you for being honest with me, it is already uncomfortable enough to be here,'' you say with a soft voice, and Bucky isn't sure why you're so gentle with him, but he is very glad that you are. This feeling is strange to him, and it almost makes him tear up a little, it has been so long since anybody asked him for permission to touch him, it sends a warm feeling through his veins, warming him up from the inside. You clean his face with the alcohol and he flinches at the feeling, so you immediately retreat and stop your actions, until he's ready to go on.

When he's all cleaned up, you softly apply a few butterfly bandages, he only needed 5 so that's not too bad. ''Alright, your face is all done, and I have to say, I have never seen anyone look this good with 5 bandages on their face!'' you say and he blushes, which makes you chuckle. ''Next, I would like to do an upper body exam, meaning I have to check your chest, stomach, arms, shoulders, and back for any injuries. I need you to take off your tactical gear for me to reach those places. Is that okay?'' you ask, and after a short moment of contemplation, Bucky softly nods, helping himself out of his tactical gear. You softly put it on the counter behind you, so he can take it when he's done.

There are multiple wounds on his chest, but they don't appear to be as bad as the one on his face. ''I have to clean the wounds on your chest, the same way I cleaned the ones on your face. Is that okay with you?'' you ask and he nods again, he is slowly getting used to being touched by you, it almost feels like he's getting touched by an angel. All he can think about is how he would always like to be treated by you from this day forward. You give him the power to move on when he's ready, letting him take everything at his own pace. ''Thank you,'' he says with a deep voice, which honestly takes you by surprise, but you don't show it. ''For being so gentle,'' he finishes his sentence.

''It's okay, Sergeant. I get that it's not fun to be treated like this when you're at your most vulnerable. I try to make you feel as comfortable as possible, and we can go at your own pace,'' you tell him while continuing to clean the wounds on his chest. His face has softened a lot now, the grumpy scowl on his face now making a place for a bit of a relaxed expression. At first, Bucky was uncomfortable with you seeing his arm, he still wasn't entirely comfortable with it himself, but he got over that pretty quickly when he took his shirt off, you didn't comment on it, look at it weird, or even acknowledged it at all. Of course, you saw his prosthetic, but you've seen everything by now, so it didn't faze you in the slightest.

''Can you please lift your left arm so I can check your side and back for injuries?'' you ask and he does it immediately, the feeling he had at first being completely washed away now, he enjoyed you being so gentle, he missed this feeling and he welcomed it with every fiber in his being. ''You're looking good on this side, can you lift your right arm so I can do the same on the other side?'' you ask as you walk around the bed, but again no injuries. ''Also looking good!'' you say with a cheer in your voice. ''Do you feel comfortable with removing your shoes and tactical pants so I can take a look at your legs? You can keep your underwear on, I won't need to examine there unless you are experiencing pain in those areas,'' you tell him.

''Yeah, it's okay,'' he says this time, even giving you a small smile as he permits you. He quickly takes off his boots and pants and sits back down so you can examine them. Aside from some bruised, you appear to be good. Is there a specific place you need me to check out a little closer?'' you ask and Bucky shakes his head, he's feeling a lot better already, the super soldier serum also helping him heal faster than usual. ''Okay, then we're all done here for today!'' you say as you take off your gloves and face mask, showing him your big smile now. Bucky can't help but gasp softly when you smile at him, it's the most beautiful smile he has seen in decades.

''You can get dressed while I clean up, so we can discuss your wound care afterward,'' you tell him and he does so. You explain how he can take care of his wounds, and if there's any discomfort he can always come back. ''Again, thank you so much for being so gentle,'' Bucky said, ''It means the world,'' he says before getting up and walking towards the door. ''Sergeant?'' you ask, ''You can call me Bucky, doll'' he says and you blush immediately. ''Bucky? I'm glad I could make you feel comfortable. I'll be honest, I was told about your situation beforehand and I get it, it's nice to get a little bit of power back in a situation where you're practically helpless. It was my pleasure to take care of you today,'' you say and flash him another smile before he gave you a smirk back and walked out the door.

He felt like he was walking on a cloud, not having felt so well taken care of in so long. For nearly 70 years HYDRA just did as they pleased, so it did feel good to finally take a little piece of his dignity back. ''How did it go?'' Steve asks when he returns to the kitchen, where Steve was getting his after-mission snack ready. ''Actually, I think I have a new favorite nurse. She took great care of me, explained everything she was going to do, and asking permission along the way. It honestly felt good to have a bit of control about this,'' he said with a smile, and Steve completely understood. ''I'm glad to hear it, Buck,'' he said as he offered him half of his snack, knowing he was also very hungry.

Burning Coles

(Part Eleven)

Aemond x Targaryen/Cole!Reader

Obsessive!Jace x Targaryen/Cole!Reader

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TW: Inc*st, ANGST, pining, language, toxic family stuff, Reader is cracking that Virgo energy, a bit slow in this one…

“I had read Aemond the Kinslayer to be obsessed with her. A vicious madman made only more bloodthirsty from his want of her”, said the Lionness.

“Our texts do not disagree”, the Viper smiled “Though we do not frown upon it as you do”.

The day after losing his eye, and you, Aemond woke up to a new world. A new life.

Young Prince Aemond would need to relearn many things. Such as going down stairs, pouring his own drinks, or judging the distance of a person or object. The maesters warned his mother that some skills may never come back to him.

And he may never learn to ride Vhagar.

“Without your other eye, Prince, you may have too great a difficulty to control it”, the Maester had said.

Aemond had sat in his bed. Completely silent. Completely still.

Then he just started screaming. Crying despite the way it burned his left eye to do so. His hands grabbed at whatever was available to throw, and launched it at all the maesters in his room. It took him an hour to stop lashing out at them. To stop screaming at them that they were wrong. He was meant to be Vhagar’s rider. He meant to be your defender.

How could he do that with one eye?

Aemond had calmed enough for visitors. Although he was now refusing to look at or respond to anyone. Despondent.

It broke the Queen Mother’s heart. She had tried everything to bring him out of it. To no avail. King Viserys only repeated his disappointment in him. And Lord Hightower crowed how proud he was, for taking such a great risk. But it all felt so hollow. Alicent turned to one of the few men her son seemed to respect, Ser Criston Cole.

“My Prince?”

He refused to look at him fully, but the Prince did lift his head.

“Ser Cole”

The kingsguard fought a small smile at the boy’s tone. He sounded older than his years. A boy with gauze and stitches on his face that sat in a bed that still bore the childish patterns of dragons and knights. The scar on his face, however, clashed violently with his childlike bed.

“I came to check on your healing. Are you recovering without pain, Prince?”, said Ser Cole.

Aemond snorted “If you listen to Maester Mugbrute, I am not expected to recover at all. No riding, no fighting, just a lump with a title”.

An intense sort of wrath from a young man. Ser Criston Cole looked around the room, it was still littered with thrown objects. Pillows, medicine bottles, rolls of gauze, and a broken teapot. They rolled lightly as the ship rocked in the ocean. King’s Landing was still a day or so out. The maesters should be grateful his aim was impacted.

“My Prince, losing an eye does not mean you have lost your life. I have known many capable fighters that were without an eye”, Ser Cole took a chance and came closer to the boy.

Aemond straightened his posture and turned, his puffy scar healing but cracking painfully “The maesters… they said..”.

“It will not be easy, but if it is your want, I can still train you. We will need to start from the beginning, and progress will be slow. Are you prepared to do that?”, Ser Cole put a hand to the Princeling’s shoulder.

One eye of pale lilac met two of deep brown.

“Yes, Ser Cole. I am”

The kingsguard had not lied when he said progress would be slow. Aemond had to first relearn how to ride and control a horse before he was even allowed to see Vhagar. Ser Cole had gotten quite the earful from the Queen about allowing him to do that.

“If the Prince can defeat me in a joust, he can ride a dragon”, Ser Cole had said.

Queen Alicent truly thought it would be impossible. Until three years later when she watched her son do just that in a tourney. Nearly caused her a heart attack. To see her young son out there. Aemond did not win the tourney, but he defeated four men, including Ser Cole, in jousting. He lost to Ser Cole in combat. Something that angered him greatly as he heard people in the stands laugh when he fell. His stance on not caring for tourneys was cemented by that.

Though any embarrassment was overshadowed by his mother finally walking with him to Vhagar. The bond was still strong, as he often visited her just to sit and read. And now, with his mother’s blessing and his siblings watching, he climbed onto Vhagar’s back.

“Sōvegon!”

Back in the air. With victories and losses under his belt. Prince Aemond swore that day that he would not be a man to be looked down upon. He may never become King, but he would become a man worthy of you.

And that would be enough.

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The Lady Viper said “I think your version of the tale wrongs the Princess most of all”.

“How so?”, the Lioness asked.

“The way things between she and her half-brother began”.

Deep down, you knew that the relationship you shared with Jacaerys transcended that of a sibling bond.

At times, you ignored the way he looked at you. All because the way he held you felt too nice. You knew it was a stupid, selfish thing. You just… there was something about being held by a man. You never felt safe being alone. Like something was missing. Being alone and without touch was like laying awake wondering if the lock on the door had been set. Or if the sound of something falling had been a book or a foot.

You were not certain why you longed for touch so desperately. It embarrassed you. And now it had you here, with Jace’s warm palms grasping your hips.

“If we are quiet, they shall have to go away”, he whispered into your ear.

Jace tipped your chin up to him. He was doing it again. Looking less like your brother and more like a man who you snuck into your room.

“Please”, he touched his forehead to yours.

He had never pushed you like this before. Only once did the two of you kiss with lips touching lips. It was normally lips to your cheek, shoulder, or back. Always framed by that silly game that would start so innocently. Or in the middle of him ruffling your hair, or teasing you in some way. Oftentimes with you not taking anything very seriously either.

And then came the night. The night that caused you to stop playing such games with him. That night where he did push you. That night where he laced his fingers with yours and kissed you deeply. You had been both acting immature. Wrestling, actually. One of you had called the other a name, a pillow was thrown. Then hands fell on limbs. You were both far too old for such roughhousing. Jace was on top of you and suddenly he stopped laughing. No force. No rush. He laid himself onto you slowly and gently.

The way he looked down at you, the light of your fireplace casting a strange glow to his face. It was one of those times where you were reminded of how little the two of you resembled one another. If a stranger had walked in on you two like that, they would have assumed you were two young lovers.

His mouth came down to yours. Warm. Soft. Deep. You shut your eyes, and his kiss was returned. And then, it suddenly felt wrong.

You stopped him. It had frightened you a bit. The way you had wanted to keep going.

And it frightened you now too. You needed to stop this. You were his elder. He followed you, in almost all things. This state he was in, it felt like you had made this in him.

All of this was your fault.

The knocking came again, harder this time. You pulled Jace’s hands from you and turned. He blinked at you, all the confidence washing away before your eyes.

“When I open this door, you are to go to the washroom until I tell you to come out, then to your room. Tonight will not be discussed further, nor will Daemon’s perverted games he has you play”, you put on your best glare.

His face flushed “Wait, please, I did not meant to… I only wanted to—-“

“I do not ask for your reasoning. We are children no longer, our choices bear weight. You or I may be named heir and you may be betrothed. This”, you pointed between yourself and he “Must stop. I am sorry for having participated”.

It was for the best. To reject him. Now.

Jace had always been such an idealist. He looked at the heroes of your family’s history and hoped to one day join them in the texts. A noble and strong Targaryen man.

So devoted to the family. And to you. Whatever he had wanted to do tonight, you would not let him. It would ruin your mother’s plans and it could hurt Baela. He may also bring on the ire of Daemon. As the Rogue Prince would likely not enjoy knowing how little Jace thought of his potential betrothal. Even if it had been Daemon that gave him advice on tempting you. Jace just didn’t seem to realize what this could do to you either.

Or did he?

He stormed into your washroom and paused only so he could close the door without slamming it. That little show of attitude had you feeling more than a little irritated. Jace just did not understand. You were not on Dragonstone anymore. People who saw him be affectionate with you, especially alone, could ruin you. And now was the worst of times for controversies.

You may like to wear flowers on your head, but there was more to you than that. Princess Rhaenyra made sure to educate you in all things political. She just had no way of knowing how you and Jace would grow.

You took a deep breath. It was not something you wanted to give thought to right now.

With some hesitation, you opened the door. It was the last person you wanted to see.

“Aemond?”

And guests, it seemed.

“Ser Westerling, Ser Cole… is something the matter?”

The three of them stood just beyond your door. Aemond had his eye focused on you, piercing through you.

“Are you alright, Princess? I thought I had seen someone following you as you came to your chambers”, his voice oozed with concern.

It almost had you. Until you caught the way his eye snuck a glance into your room. Looking for someone.

You batted your eyelashes “Following me? No, not at all”

Ser Cole shifted uncomfortably “It took you some time to answer the door, Princess. Are you well?”

Having Ser Cole address you directly was intimidating. You could still see the look on his face as he charged through the crowd towards you. His eyes wide, armor gleaming from the light of the torches.

He was older now, though he had only gained deepened wrinkles. Not much grey or signs of decline. Although, that was not what kept her staring for longer than desired.

Ser Cole, he looked… concerned. And not in the way Ser Westerling did. It was a concern that you could connect to your own mother’s face. It wasn’t supposed to be there. That look. His face.

“I am merely tired from the long trip. It has made me a bit of a sloth, I apologize”, you smiled with sweetness.

The elder kingsguard nodded “So, all is well? You are certain?”

What in the Seven Hells had Aemond said to these men? They were crowding her as if they thought… oh. Oh Gods.

“I am only concerned that you may have an unwanted set of eyes on you. A woman alone in a dark corridor”, Aemond said a bit louder than needed.

He absolutely knew who was in your room. What manner of trap was this?

“Ah!”, you clapped your hands once and beamed “You must mean my brother!”.

All three men jerked their heads back, for different reasons.

“He was escorting me to my room, then needed to use my washroom”, you took a step to the side “Jace? Are you well?”

He had the door cracked, just enough to hear.

On cue, Jace came out looking sheepish “Must you announce me? Oh, Ser Westerling! Ser Cole!…. Uncle. Has something happened?”

As he crossed the room, you stepped around him “Nothing at all, brother. Aemond was worried you were a prowler!”

By your body language, you communicated that Jace was to leave. He cast you a quick look, hurt, the recovered with a winning grin to the three men. Jace focused on Aemond, and gave his shoulder a stiff shake “Good to know our Uncle is still so protective”.

Aemond stared into his face, a cold look in his eye. The mutt had touched him. And even brushed by him. The fucking gall. He relaxed only from his belief that Jace had not intended to stay with you long. Otherwise…

Your hand took Aemond’s “Thank you for looking after me”.

Just like that, Aemond’s attention was back on you. And your brother slipped away with his shoulders hunched. The one-eyed Prince’s gaze softened “I cannot help but do so”.

The touch of your hand to his was something he had missed greatly. And you found yourself tempted to thread your fingers with his. You pulled away and laughed gently. The faintest touch of color came to his cheeks.

Ser Cole exhaled slightly too loud. The Prince’s swooning was a bit much for the man to bear.

“Hm, seems our Princess won’t be in need of a sworn protector later in life. She has a brother and uncle to watch over her! How lucky”, said Ser Westerling.

You could tell by the heaviness in his brow, Ser Westerling detected the tension. And he was trying to lessen it. His mustache and beard were whiter than you remembered. Still, he looked strong. Healthy. And only mildly irritated.

“Again, gentlemen, you have my thanks for checking in on me. Sadly I must retire. The morrow brings much to do, and I would hate for either of you to be tired on my behalf!”, that patented softness of House Targaryen’s Heart.

It brought the tension down further.

Ser Cole continued to stare at you in the way he often did. Like he was trying to make sure you did not suddenly disappear. It made something in you want to stop him as he turned and followed after Prince Aemond and Ser Westerling.

You closed and locked your door. Head teeming with thoughts. Of Jace. Of Aemond. Your mother. Luke’s succession. Lord Vaemond. And now, Ser Cole.

Slowly, you went to your cloak which hung by the door. You reached into the pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. The same one Ser Cole had pressed to your bleeding nose all those years ago. It bore the emblem of his house, which was stained still by your blood despite being washed.

Was this the answer to the question you dared not ask?

I need it so badlyyyyyyyyy

would anyone be interested in ready a super angsty sad Harwin Strong one shot? Reader is Rhaenyra’s younger sister and married Harwin even though he continues his relationship with Rhaenyra? I know Harwin is super honorable but I can’t help but write for the unrequited love trope 🫣.