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𝖧𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾! 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 (𝖮𝖢𝗌), 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖳𝖵 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌 (𝖦𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝖦𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗍𝖼.).𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌.𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍/𝗎𝗌𝖾 (𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝖾𝗍𝖼.), 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖨'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁.𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉.𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒.

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Your pathetic snail boyfriend who makes everyone around you nervous and uncomfortable because he's always stalking and following you with those bulging eyes and excessively nervous attitude that your friends describe as a "creepy weirdo"

The poor thing is completely obsessed with you. I can't believe that a goddess like you would agree to be the girlfriend of someone as pathetic as him. That's why he wants to get you pregnant so badly, so you'll never be able to leave him. He would make you so happy... he would be the best father, lover, and husband. He would take care of everything, he would be your slave throughout your pregnancy, for your entire life...

Pathetic snail boyfriend who loses his mind when he sees you walking around his room in those short sweatpants that fit your ass perfectly. Why is your ass so sexy? He ends up clinging to you to hide the huge erection in his pants. He smells your hair, his penis throbs against your ass, his skin gets incredibly sticky and slimy, which makes you scold him, though you don't push him away...

Summary: How do they act when their wife already has a child from her previous marriage?

Pairing: Dark! Aerion Targaryen x Wife Reader | Dark! Valarr Targaryen x Wife Reader | Dark! Daeron Targaryen x Wife Reader.

Warning: dark content, sexual content, death of the child (Aerion), depression, conspiracy and death, psychological abuse, child neglect (Daeron), infidelity, violence, etc.

Gif credits: @my-hearts-kickdrum-type-beat (Aerion), @targaryensource (Valarr), @queennymeria (Daeron)

A/N: Hello everyone! I'M BACK!!; I honestly don't know what I did with Valarr's part (for some reason I have almost no ideas for him). I've had this in drafts since Akotsk came out, but I never finished it because I've been having a lot of health problems lately, although I'm feeling better now. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Aerion Targaryen

When you married Aerion, you had already been a widow for two years and had a three-year-old child to care for. You still hadn't fully recovered from the death of your first husband; it was an open wound in your heart. You had truly loved your husband and married him for love, but your father considered your mourning excessive. You were still a young and beautiful woman; your womb could still bear more children. He had called your mourning a "waste" and a "dispossession of time."

That's why, when you caught Aerion's attention and he asked for your hand in marriage, your father didn't hesitate to arrange a betrothal. It wasn't long before you were married. Aerion was a difficult husband... nothing like your first husband. He demanded your time and constant attention, becoming enraged when you paid attention to anyone other than him. No one was safe from his anger, not even your son. He seemed to feel a particular disdain for your young son, making it clear more than once that he disliked his presence. He even used to say that it would be best to send the child to live with your family so he wouldn't "get in the way."

Aerion flew into a rage when you rejected his idea, causing him to yank hard at your hair and squeeze his free hand against your throat. You simply told him, "He's a child and needs his mother close." He hissed at you disdainfully, very close to your face, "That child is no longer your priority. Now you must take care of me and my future children."

Aerion had taken the idea of ​​getting you pregnant very seriously. There wasn't a night he didn't force you to share his bed, even when you were exhausted and your femininity ached. He simply wouldn't give you a break. You couldn't spend time with your little one because Aerion wouldn't allow it; he had sent wet nurses to care for him. All to keep him away from you. The truth was that Aerion hated the child and would rather have him dead than have him near you. At night, he often thought that if he had a dragon, he could have it devour your annoying child.

Although years passed and your son was able to live with you at the court, you didn't see him often. Aerion demanded that you give all your attention to the children you had with him. Your son had grown into a handsome and charming young adult, perhaps a little reserved. It devastated you when you learned that he had been accidentally killed while at the training camp. You simply couldn't believe it; you were deeply hurt. Anyone would think that a husband would comfort his wife in such a situation, but Aerion wasn't that kind of husband.

He simply looked at you with disdain and disgust as you sobbed in your chambers, dressed head to toe in black, sitting at the foot of the bed with your hands covering your face and clutching the doublet your son used to wear. Aerion cleared his throat, approaching you and without hesitation grabbing the cloth and roughly pulling it from your hands. You gasped and looked at him with tearful eyes. Before you could say anything, he firmly gripped your jaw, digging his fingers into your cheeks. He spoke to you reproachfully and demandingly.

“Enough. Stop embarrassing me. Everyone talks about how depressed you are. What does one dead child matter? Focus on the living children you have, especially the one inside you now.”

Valarr Targaryen

Valarr had known you since you were both children. Your father worked at court and later on the council, so you spent a lot of time with the princes, especially Valarr, since he always sought you out whenever he had free time. He had been in love with you throughout your childhood and adolescence, so he didn't take it well when you married someone else, although he accepted it. You were happy, and so he was happy, even though he wanted to kill your husband.

When your husband died of a fever less than a year after you married, leaving you with a large pregnant belly and a broken heart, Valarr didn't hesitate to become your rock. He took care of you and ensured you continued living in the Red Keep with him, under his almost controlling care.

Valarr was there for you when you were sad, he was there when your baby kicked for the first time, he was there when your water broke, and he was there for you during childbirth. Everything was meticulously planned to make you feel safe and protected, wanting you to feel indebted to him so that when he asked you to marry him, you wouldn't be able to refuse.

When he married you, your son was just a baby, so he didn't hesitate to raise him as his own. He was a constant father figure in the little boy's life, and even after his own children were born, he never abandoned your son. He cherished the child, though he preferred the power that having the boy's affection gave him over you. When you were upset with him because of his controlling attitude, he always used your son as a weapon to keep you under his control.

That always worked. You thought he acted that way only because he was trying to protect you and your child. You thought that with time he would calm down, but that didn't happen. When you became pregnant, everything worsened; he was even more controlling, not even letting you leave your chambers unless he was with you. You felt like all the servants were watching you; you felt cornered and suffocated.

One day, while your husband was in a council meeting, you decided to send your servants to the kitchen to prepare some delicacies for yourself. When you were sure you were alone, you took your child in your arms and slipped out into the garden. It was the best ten minutes of your life: the scent of the flowers, the sun, the birds singing... without anyone bothering you.

It was a brilliant plan. You slipped back into your chambers unnoticed; no one knew you were gone, and you had a few seconds to yourself. You thought it would all end there, a harmless little rebellion that would become your little secret... but you hadn't counted on your husband having taught your son very well. The little one revealed everything to Valarr.

“Father! Mother and I went to the gardens... just her, me, and the baby, it was great!”

You tensed at your son's excited squeal. Valarr held the child in his arms, his shoulders stiffening. He gave you an icy look that made you swallow hard, but what frightened you most were his words and the seriousness with which he spoke them.

“Is that so...? That was dangerous for you and the children... but don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure that from now on you're safe in our quarters throughout your pregnancy and even after... who knows?”

Daeron Targaryen

Your marriage to Daeron was arranged between his father and yours, so at first, he didn't care much about you. You were a little older than him and quite attractive; he wouldn't deny it. As far as he knew, you had been a widow for some time and had a young daughter of six. Your first marriage was also arranged when you were very young; it wasn't a happy or loving one.

So it didn't surprise him that you were so quiet and reserved. During the first few months of marriage, he ignored you, only spending time with you occasionally to fulfill his marital duty. He continued with his normal routine of getting drunk, going to brothels, and sleeping with any woman who crossed his path.

That was until Daeron fell ill. As his wife, you took care of him and spent sleepless nights with him. This awakened strong feelings in Daeron; your touch relaxed him, made him feel appreciated and loved. Before he knew it, he was obsessed with you. Even after he recovered, he would feign illness from time to time just to receive your attention.

Everyone seemed to whisper about the prince's sudden change. He was still a drunk, but he no longer frequented brothels or slept with the maids. Instead, he was with you and your daughter all the time, though he was clearly uncomfortable around the child.

Daeron ignored your daughter. He wasn't cruel or anything like that (at least he didn't think he was). He simply didn't want to be near her because he wasn't her father, and that gave him an uncomfortable feeling. He didn't like the idea of ​​you having a child with another man. When you became pregnant, your daughter started getting jealous. The little girl clearly didn't want you to stop spoiling and caring for her.

Daeron noticed the girl's attitude, which made him paranoid and worried that she might harm the baby. He'd also had dreams and visions where he was sure he saw your daughter in the crib of his unborn child, and when he approached, he saw the baby dead. He began to subtly manipulate you, suggesting that perhaps the best thing would be for the girl to go to her father's house or even to your house so that you could take care of her and raise her. Although you initially refused, you eventually agreed due to your husband's pleading pleas.

Shortly after your daughter left, Daeron seemed more relaxed and at ease, still following you everywhere, as always. You exchanged letters frequently until, gradually, over the years, the letters stopped arriving, which worried you. Your husband comforted you, unaware that he was the one intercepting and burning the letters your daughter sent you.

Daeron hoped you would forget your former daughter. Now you have a daughter with him, a new marriage, a new family. You, Vaella, and he were the perfect family. He didn't want anyone to destroy the harmony. He hoped your daughter would marry and never see you again. He didn't hate her; he simply wished she didn't exist. He comforts you when he sees you sadly gazing out the window. He comes closer and hugs you, placing kisses on your cheek.

Hello. Can you make Maegor, Aemon and Baelon (Jaeh sons) versiyon ?

Yandere Targ! Men to his sister not loving him romantically (separate)

Summary: They're in love with their sisters; it's a shame their sisters don't feel the same way at all, but when has that ever stopped them?

Pairings: Dark!Maegor Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Aemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Baelon Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

Warning: Incest (typical of canon), sexual content, possessiveness, dub-con, non-con, forced kiss, forced marriage, attempted r4pe (Maegor), physical violence, psychological abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy, forced pregnancy, love potion.

Art credits: Elena Stripe (Maegor) and Vesperkyno (Aemon y Baelon)

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to reply to this, I have a huge writer's block.

I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors; English isn't my first language. Even so, I hope you like it, xoxo

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Maegor Targaryen

Although Maegor had been raised entirely by his mother, living almost in your shadow and in the shadow of your twin brother Aenys—whom Maegor, by the way, saw as weak and unworthy of the throne and of you—despite this, you got along well. You often went to watch him train, and you even invited him to fly on your dragon since he didn't yet have one.

Visenya had tried to convince Aegon to marry you to Maegor, but Aegon had flatly refused. He considered his son too rough for someone like you. Besides, your father said, "They are very much in love, they belong to each other, why go against that?" When the engagement between you and Aenys was announced, Maegor flew into a rage. You married your brother Aenys shortly afterward, and although the union was frowned upon by the Faith of the Seven, they didn't dare do anything, at least not while your father was alive. Maegor didn't attend the wedding.

Maegor always sought your favor in every tournament and joust he entered, ignoring his wife. You had been named Queen of Love and Beauty more times than you could count. Your brother Maegor's feelings for you were obvious to anyone with eyes... it's a shame your rejection was just as obvious. The love you shared with Aenys was evident, a love that only solidified with the birth of all your children. Your public displays of affection only enraged Maegor. Once, a lady remarked that you and Aenys were a perfect match and that she couldn't wait to see all the children you would have. The woman was found dead the next day in the fortress; she had neither eyes nor a tongue.

With your father's death, the kingdom seemed to crumble. You tried to be queen, mother, keep your aunt Visenya in check, manage the Faith, keep Maegor in check, and support Aenys. It was truly difficult, especially since Maegor's advances had become more audacious. When the scandal broke about him taking a second wife, you summoned him to your chambers to speak with him. What you didn't expect was that Maegor would show no remorse whatsoever and, worse still, attempt to assault you. You were saved at the last minute by your Kingsguard; it took six of them to restrain him. This incident angered Aenys and the council, which ultimately led to Maegor's exile.

Maegor had thought of you constantly during his time in exile; five long years away had hardened him even further. When chaos erupted in King's Landing with the death of Aenys and the rise of the Faith, Maegor returned triumphantly to King's Landing with his wives Alys and Tyanna. You had tried to escape after he murdered your son Aegon and then Viserys, but you failed. He imprisoned you in your chambers and separated you from your surviving children: Rhaena, Jaehaerys, Alysanne, and Vaella.

He forced you to marry him. At first, you refused, but he threatened to marry Rhaena and forcing you to witness the consummation of the marriage. You married him, and soon after, your little Vaella died, which depressed you even more. Maegor visited your chambers every night, not allowing anyone to enter or leave except him or his mother. Despite all his visits and painful attention, you were unable to conceive, much to Maegor's frustration. He constantly threatened you.

“Your son Jaehaerys will be my heir until our children are born. Get pregnant soon, or he will suffer the same fate as Aegon and Viserys.”

Aemon Targaryen

Aemon had tried to suppress his feelings for you at first. He knew you didn't love him, and he was betrothed to Jocelyn. As heir to the Iron Throne, much was expected of him, and you were certain his parents wouldn't appreciate such a scandal. He tried to be rational and keep his feelings locked deep inside, but with each passing day, it became harder to hide his true emotions.

His eyes were always fixed on you, and he had even begun to pay more attention to you than usual. During banquets, he always danced with you to keep other men away, even neglecting Jocelyn. Everyone took it as affectionate, like a protective older brother. In reality, it was all about his dark feelings. The compliments and gifts became excessive, so much so that they began to generate whispers at court and concern among your parents. The situation worried you a little, but he calmed your anxieties.

“Don't worry, sister, I assure you I'm doing all this only because of the great love and affection I feel for you. You are MY sister.”

You believed him. It wasn't too difficult; after all, your brother was very honorable and loyal. Aemon was an expert at playing the role of the perfect crown prince, only his mask cracked when his parents started telling him that it would be best if he married Jocelyn quickly to silence the false rumors about him and you that were beginning to grow. He pretended to accept it, of course. Although inside he was going crazy, he knew he had to do something right now so he could marry you and not Jocelyn. He decided to seek the help of a "witch" from Silk Street known for her "love" potions.

The potion was a brilliant pink. The woman had told him it would cause a deep and instant infatuation, but not "love" unless he consummated the union with the object of his desire immediately after drinking it. He had decided to make his move that very night, ensuring a trusted servant slipped the potion into your wine glass. As expected, you were happy to see him when he came to your chambers. You were very excited about their wedding, so you weren't surprised when a servant brought wine for you both. You didn't notice the look Aemon and the servant shared.

He takes his wine glass and hands you yours. As you take a long sip, he stares at you, waiting for some change. To his discomfort, nothing happens at that moment, but a few moments later you begin to blush. Your breathing becomes rapid, and you lean forward, placing a hand on the table. You put a hand to your chest, almost as if you're in pain. He approaches you, concerned and impatient, cupping your warm cheeks in his hands and tilting your head back. Your eyes are dilated, and stray hairs cling to your damp forehead. Suddenly, you cling to him, a smile spreading across his lips as you tell him you love him. He leans in to kiss you, his lips pressing softly against yours. One of his hands travels down your side to the corset of your dress, he murmurs against your lips.

“Don't worry, darling, I'll make sure the itching goes away; everything will be sorted out by morning.”

Baelon Targaryen

Baelon had shown an obvious interest in you even as a child. He insisted on performing "heroic" and dangerous acts in front of you just to "impress" you. In his mind, this would prove his worth, and you would fall in love with him. You would marry him, have many children, and fly together on your dragons throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Only, you weren't interested in him, since you knew of your sister Alyssa's clear interest and love for Baelon. You didn't want to hurt your sister or give your brother false hope.

One day, exasperated by your lack of interest, he decided to burst into your chambers and demanded to know why you didn't reciprocate his love. You told him the truth. Because of this, Baelon began to find Alyssa even more annoying and unpleasant. She was coming between you and him. One day, he simply cornered her as she was hovering around him and threatened to throw her into Valyrion if she didn't leave him alone and tell you that she no longer felt anything for him and that it had all been childish. She refused at first, but in the end, she gave in, not out of fear, but because she saw that Baelon loved you and would never look at her.

Baelon had decided to take matters into his own hands when you didn't change your mind (despite Alyssa's attempts to convince you that she no longer liked Baelon). He tried to persuade you to go with him to Dragonstone, and after much insistence, you agreed. At Dragonstone, a septon and several witnesses were already waiting for you both. Upon arriving, he didn't even let you understand what was happening. He dragged you to where the septon was waiting and forced the nervous old man to marry you both, despite your protests and struggles.

“Your fiery attitude only makes me impatient. Keep this up, and I'll take you right here in front of everyone, sister.”

── .✦ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

✦ Summary: How Zephyr acts during the different stages of its offspring.

✦ Warning: Nothing really? Perhaps... negligence?

✦ Tagging List: @ichorstainedskin @alebrasil0101 @bobbys-naughty-corner @mimirizze @sugarfrosted

✦ Author's notes: Since I don't post anything about Yan! Naga, I decided to choose he.

✦ NOT CORRECTED

✦ MASTERLIST

𝑩𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑬𝑺

When his young are born, he becomes alert and defensive. His little ones are barely 15 centimeters long, blind, and defenseless. He's very reluctant to let even you near, but his young love your body heat, so he allows it—you're their mother, after all. In his culture, the males are responsible for caring for the young when they are vulnerable, while the mothers live their normal lives until the young grow up and then take over their care.

It's normal for many hatchlings to die during this stage, due to predators, accidents, lack of nutrients, or general problems. Only 10% of Naga hatchlings reach adulthood. I'm afraid the same will happen with the hatchlings you and Zephyr had; out of almost 30, only 5 survive to the end. Although it saddens Zephyr, that's life after all. He must ensure the survivors live and are protected. During this stage, the hatchlings don't do much; they stay with you in the nest while he hunts and brings food for them.

Zephyr doesn't allow the caretakers to approach you or the handmaids, not even when you gave birth. He doesn't want humans near his mate and his young. Despite this, he tries to give you all his attention while caring for the hatchlings and scaring away the caretakers who try to capture and sedate him. He seems to perfectly understand the hisses of his hatchlings, which are their only form of communication.

“Ssssss! Ssss? Sssss...”

“I've told you many timesss, Zeryn, you're not going to eat your brothersss.”

Zephyr as a father during this stage: 11/10

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵

As his children grow, Zephyr no longer pays them as much attention as when they were helpless infants. The children retain their snake form until they are four or five years old, when they suddenly transform into Naga children, keeping only their snake tails. During this stage, he focuses on hunting and paying attention to you (with the intention of mating again), neglecting the children somewhat. However, he often takes them around the reserve to hunt and learn to defend themselves and survive when they leave the nest and form their own families. Naga children are very intelligent and become independent quite young, unlike humans.

His children have very different personalities, although the two eldest, Zyp and Seyr, maintain order with the three younger ones, Zeryn, Nevyr, and Tevyr. Basically, Zephyr just wants to be with you and try to mate, and you try to take care of the children because that's what they are in your eyes: CHILDREN. Zephyr likes your attitude since it's something a female of his species would do, although he also gets jealous of the children, especially Tevyr, who tries to be with you 24/7.

It could be said that during this stage he is very neglectful of the children; and that doesn't improve with time. He himself was abandoned by his parents alone in the jungle when he was ten years old, since he was self-sufficient and almost an "adult" in Naga years, so he starts wondering when his offspring will leave.

Zephyr as a father during this stage: -10/10

𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺

During this stage, he calms down somewhat. His children are now "adults" in Zephyr's eyes (and in the eyes of any naga). They should have already moved elsewhere within their habitat, but he doesn't want the caretakers near his offspring, so he keeps them close, along with the two of you. The children begin to develop more distinct and VERY DIFFERENT personalities, he kills many caretakers and wreaks havoc when the caretakers manage to take two of his children away; your distress only enrages him more. His children were away from him for almost a month until they were finally returned to their habitat.

He becomes very protective and controlling again, both with you and the children. He has a tense relationship with Zeryn, who seems to be the "rebellious" son; Zeryn appears to be at odds with Zephyr (who neglects him, seeing him as the least promising of his children), Zephyr is constantly arguing with him and trying to assert his authority, his strong favoritism towards Zyp and Seyr becomes obvious during this time, and he somewhat neglects the other children; despite this, he remains quite close to them and to you, he never imagined it would be so much fun being involved in his offspring's lives.

“Father—sss Zeryn bit me again!”

“Again? Bite him too—sss Tevyr, or I'll bite you.”

Zephyr as a father during this stage: 7/10

𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑺

Zephyr doesn't see his children much when they're adults, as they all find their own mates, establish their own territories, and leave. This doesn't bother Zephyr, since the new litter you're carrying will need space, and besides, his children aren't far away. Whenever he hunts or roams the area, he sees them. The children frequently come to greet you or bring you fruit or flowers, though he shoos them away since they "shouldn't bother you" in your condition.

Despite this, his relationship with his children becomes a bit more stable and functional (because he doesn't see them); his grandchildren also visit him from time to time, which isn't very common in Naga life, but since he lives in a reserve, he adapts and coexists, you could say that during this stage he's more relaxed and calm... at least until his new offspring are born and the cycle repeats.

“Leave your mother alone—ssss! ... go see your own mate and your own offspring!”

𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖲𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭! 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

── .✦ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ:

DARK THEMES = 🖤

YANDERE THEMES =💀

FLUFFY = 💖

SMUT = 🔥

ANGUST = 💔

ʙᴜɴɴʏ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

Bunny Boyfriend 🔥🖤

ᴄᴀᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

Cat Boyfriend 🔥🖤

ᴅᴏɢ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ᴡᴏʟꜰ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

"I don't understand why you aren't helping them, Herven. Is it really so difficult for you to help the dwarves?" You question him, though despite your calm tone, there's annoyance in your voice.

"After what that foolish dwarf said? I should have cut off his head, and his entire... little retinue. I was merciful to lock them in the dungeon." His tone is serious and sharp when he speaks.

He ascends the throne steps and sits down, crossing his leg elegantly.

"Thanduill, please—" You try to reason with him, without success.

"Silence. I find this conversation insidious and unpleasant. The matter will not be discussed further." He orders firmly, leaving no room for argument.

He looks at you critically, then, with a dismissive gesture, takes a long sip of wine from a glass. You bite your cheek. This arrogant and stubborn elf...

"As Your Highness commands." You say with distaste and give an exaggerated, mocking bow, turning to leave the throne room.

"Ni pedin gin lelin, herves." I didn't say you could leave, wife.

"Im i rîs; ú-thovin i edraith lín, Aran." I am the queen; I don't need your permission, Your Majesty.

You say firmly, looking at him over your shoulder. Before you can descend the steps, the guards block your path.

"Allow me to disagree, my dear. No one can take a step in this kingdom without my permission first, not even you."

~~~

You walk slowly through the garden, letting the moonlight envelop you in an almost celestial halo. You approach the flowers, your fingers gently brushing the fragile petals.

"I suspected you'd be here, Naneth." Mother.

Your son's unusually affectionate voice greets you, flooding the garden like a warm and comforting light.

"Were you looking for me, Ion nin?" My son.

You hum softly, glancing at the flower one last time before turning to face your son, the sole source of your joy. Your heart warms.

"I couldn't see you all day. I wanted to make sure you were alright, Naneth." Mother.

You smile gently as he approaches your open arms, inviting him into a hug. He rests his head on your shoulder, and you stroke his long hair, so like his father's.

"What makes you think your mother would be in danger, Ion?" Son.

Legolas tenses in your arms, but quickly composes himself, gently pulling away and giving his father a respectful nod of greeting.

He pauses for a brief moment, choosing his words carefully.

"I'm just worried about the orcs that appeared on the outskirts of the kingdom, Adar." Father.

Thanduil examines his son, assessing him with a look that shows little impression, then hums dismissively.

"Is that so...? For someone who claims to be so worried, it took you a long time to get here..." Your husband approaches slowly, his white cloak trailing behind him. "Was it because of a certain Captain of the Guard?"

Your son straightens, hesitates for only a second, and as he opens his mouth to reply, Thanduil raises his hand, silencing him.

"We'll talk about it later, just you and me. Now go, your mother needs to rest."

His command comes out clear and firm; your son doesn't hesitate, although his jaw is tense, as he kisses your knuckles and says goodbye, leaving you alone with your husband. He places a hand on your lower back and guides you to your shared quarters.

~~~

"I don't understand why you're so hard on our son." You don't hide your annoyance, gently brushing your hair, but your fingers grip the brush handle tightly.

"You certainly don't understand many things, Meleth." Love.

He hums before taking a sip of wine from the golden goblet in his hand. He's lying on the bed, propped up on the pillows, looking at you intently.

"Legolas is in love, it's normal, he's still a child—"

"Legolas is an adult, Meleth. He knows perfectly well the consequences of his actions." He interrupts you, his voice heavy with disdain and exasperation. "His... little infatuation with that girl is just that, an infatuation."

He sets the empty glass down on the table with a metallic clang, stands up, and slowly approaches you. He stops behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders, gently brushing your hair aside.

"You know I would never allow that relationship... to flourish. Legolas deserves far better than a common Silvan elf..."

He takes hold of your jaw between his long fingers and gently lifts your head so your eyes meet his in the mirror. His eyes are darkened with a familiar darkness.

Thanks!

── .✦ 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

✦ Summary: How Raymond acts during the different stages of his twins' lives.

✦ Warning: Nothing really? Maybe he's just a little dismissive of his daughter-in-law and son-in-law.

✦ Tagging List: @ichorstainedskin @alebrasil0101 @bobbys-naughty-corner @mimirizze @sugarfrosted

✦ Author's notes: I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to this!

✦ MASTERLIST

𝑩𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑬𝑺

He adored them from the very first second, from the moment he found out they were growing inside you. He had a room built for his children, completely childproof, spending almost $100,000 just on the room itself. And that doesn't even include everything he spent on cribs, changing tables, toys, and clothes. He took you to give birth in one of the best hospitals in the country, with the most highly trained doctors and nurses. Only the best for you and his children.

When his twins were born, his obsession with them intensified. They were so alike and yet so different at the same time. He could spend hours looking at them, especially his little princess, who looked so much like you. He bought $20,000 pacifiers with gold and diamonds for each of them, in addition to $10,000 teddy bears. He bought way too many teddy bears. In his defense, he wanted them to choose the ones they liked best, so he bought two of each color... like, ten colors? So what? It's his money.

This man will never stop showing off his children. He insists on going to meetings and work gatherings with his babies in state-of-the-art, exclusive strollers. He even forces you to go—how could he take his heirs and leave the goddess who carried them for nine months? You're going whether you like it or not. He takes very seriously the fact that he wants his children to say 'Dad' as their first words, constantly bringing it up at every opportunity.

“Come on, little ones, say 'da-da,' it's not difficult, it's DAAAAA-DA.”

He tries to make them understand the sound so they can say it. His children, lying side by side in bed, laugh and move energetically, not taking what their father says seriously at all. He gently holds his daughter's chubby leg and gives her a soft kiss on the sole of her foot, then does the same with his son. The babies giggle and babble.

“Ahh! Ugh... D... da... Da-da!”

“Uhmmm, ahhh... D... Ma! Ma-ma!”

Yes. He's not surprised that his daughter says 'Da-da,"' nor is he surprised that his son says 'Ma-ma.' Half a success, right? Good thing he had a camera recording; he'll keep it with all the other things he has of his children...

Raymond as a father during this stage: 9/10

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵

Raymond's favorite stage of life. The children are simply in the bloom of innocence. Although spoiled rotten. They see their father as a king and you as a queen. But the real kingdoms of the castle are those two beautiful, fussy children. Raymond had never spent so much money in his life as he was now, not that he was complaining, quite the opposite. He loved spoiling his little ones; at their age, they had already traveled almost halfway around the world in their father's jet, been to places, eaten food, and seen things that most people would never see.

He commissioned a life-size princess house for his daughter, complete with shower, kitchen, and everything else fully functional. It cost almost 1.4 million, but it was worth it for his little princess. She was an artist; she danced ballet, played the piano, and loved horseback riding. For that reason, he bought her horses... well, ponies, but he couldn't risk her getting hurt. The good thing was that she adored her ponies.

As for his son... well, he was a bit more of a mama's boy, despite that he bought his son a collection of miniature cars for him to drive, he even bought him a racing motorcycle that he spent all day on, he had to listen to you scolding him for a whole month for that, his son also had the soul of an artist, he liked to paint and play the violin although he was a bit more serious and less excited than his sister, he preferred to spend time with mom rather than with dad.

He was very present in their lives. They had nannies, chauffeurs, and they went to prestigious schools. His little ones were geniuses, and there was no one better than them (proud father). They got it from you (proud husband). He spoils you just as much. By the way, his daughter hates seeing women near him; she mercilessly chases them away in defense of her mother.

These children had bedrooms customized from top to bottom. It was like stepping into a princess world, a fantasy world. Each room had cost almost $200,000. They wore designer clothes and ate meals prepared by a Michelin-starred chef. Nothing was ever good enough for his children (and for you). The sky was the limit. This was one of the happiest periods in Raymond's life...

Raymond as a father during this stage: 10/10

𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺

Kids get a little rebellious in adolescence, like any teenager. They simply start going to parties, dating, and coming home late. Which is unacceptable in Raymond's eyes. Don't they know how dangerous the world is? How many crazy people are out there? He takes away most of their privileges during this rebellious phase and gets annoyed when you don't act as annoyed as he does about your children's behavior.

“What do you want me to say, Raymond? They act like any teenager, any kid their age. You were worse than them at their age.”

He doesn't take it that way. No matter how he was at his age, his children aren't going to be the talk of the town (he's annoyed that they don't even spend time at home anymore). He does what any sensible parent would do: he hires nannies. Yes, nannies. For his teenage children. You became their favorite during this stage of their lives.

“Dad, are you crazy?! Nannies?! Seriously?! That's so... cringe!”

“Yes, Dad. Total Social Suicide.”

Raymond raises an eyebrow, then shrugs indifferently as he sips his coffee and reads the newspaper during breakfast, ignoring both teenagers. Your daughter gets even angrier at his attitude and calls him 'A psychopath' before turning to you and pleading with a whimper.

“Mom! You can't let Dad do that! What will my friends think when they see a nannie following me around 24/7?”

They have nannies until almost the end of college. After much negotiation, promises, and oaths, Raymond reaches an agreement with his children.

RULES

1: No boyfriends/girlfriends. (Only applies to his daughter)

2: No spending hours away from home.

3: No parties in questionable places.

4: Call home every hour.

5: Always answer calls.

Five of the twenty rules he gave them—he may have even put GPS trackers on their phones and cars. Just to make sure they kept their word. In the end, everything settles down again, his twins are like babies again, and they have a wonderful graduation. It's bittersweet to see his children grow up so fast.

Raymond as a father during this stage: 3/10

𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑺

The worst stage of all. Not because Raymond is a bad father, of course not. It's just that now his son is a man and his daughter is a woman in her own right; which means he's getting old. Despite that, and even though his children have their own lives, families, and homes, he still maintains control of the family, albeit less rigidly. He adores his grandchildren, but he doesn't like his daughter-in-law and son-in-law. He doesn't believe anyone in the world is good enough for his children.

He makes his children and their families visit you and him at the family mansion every Saturday through Sunday; it's non-negotiable. If you raised them, educated them, and gave them everything they wanted, they should at least come and spend time with you. His grandchildren adore him and you. They're the 'cool' grandparents, absolutely. He makes sure to spoil his grandchildren and make his daughter-in-law and son-in-law uncomfortable. Sarcastic and venomous comments are never lacking with him.

“Tell me, my dear, is there something you want to tell us? Perhaps... you and my son are expecting a new baby...? No? It seemed so... since you've put on a few pounds since the last time I saw you.”

“You know, I always thought my daughter had good taste, exquisite taste, and well, then she married you.”

Despite everything, the rules and orders, he isn't completely upset about his children leaving the nest. It just means more time with you. Now that he's thinking about retiring and his son is gradually taking over the business, all he can think about is taking you on vacation to the bamboo forests, the Caribbean, or the North Pole—wherever you want to go, darling. Deep down, he regrets a little not having had more children, then he remembers how much his children absorbed you time, and the feeling passes.

Right, he should call his daughter to tell her he hates the clothes his grandson was wearing today... ripped jeans? Is that punk? Not in his family. He has every right to his opinion about his grandchildren's lives, even more right than his own children—or so he thinks. He is definitely a very nosy grandfather.

Summary: After Ser Duncan bruised the face and ego of your husband Aerion, it is your duty to pick up the pieces. As always, your duty ends between the sheets.

Pairing: Husband!Aerion Targaryen x Wife!Tyrell Reader

Warning: sexual content, smut, sexual tension, dub-con, knive, rough treatment, derogatory comments, violence, mentions of death, insults, blood, misogyny (It's Aerion), mention of injury, dirty talk, bite, slap.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Author's Notes: This is not corrected, I wrote it in one day and published it.

Divider credits: @cafekitsune | Gif credits: @elena-gilbert

ASOIAF MASTERLIST

“How dare that bastard touch a dragon?! He should be skinned alive for this.” Aerion is furious, his brows furrowed and his tone thick with hatred.

“I don't think your uncle would allow it; it wouldn't be fair.” You hum.

You continue gently wiping the blood from his split lip. He snorts, his eyes darkening with anger and offense.

“Fair? Justice would be to kill that— Ugh, be more careful, woman!” He groans and grips your hand tightly, the one holding the cloth.

“If you don't like how I do things, I can leave and call the maester, husband.”

You look at him seriously, your expression doesn't change despite the sharp pain that spreads through your hand, you remain firm.

He holds your gaze, narrows his eyes in annoyance before letting go with a dismissive gesture.

“You're so useless you can't even do something as simple as treat a small wound?” He mocks. “What was my father thinking when he married me off to a Tyrell?”

He settles back, and you ignore the throbbing pain in your wrist; you'll have to apply ointment later.

You dip the linen cloth back into the hot water, wait a few seconds before wringing it out and gently wiping it over his bruised lip.

“He dared to strike a prince, a dragon, just to defend a whore?” Disgust drips like honey. “Die for a cunt? How foolish and pathetic.”

“Maybe he loved her.” I shrug.

I pressed the rag to the cut to stop the bleeding; although the cut is small, quite a bit of blood is coming out.

“Love? For her? That whore will forget about him in a few days.” He affirms with a mocking laugh. “Right now she's probably opening her legs for some pathetic man with two coins in his pocket.”

“Wouldn't you hit someone for me?” You ask playfully.

“I'd kill anyone for you.” He says it firmly, before frowning at your slight smile. “If someone offends you, they'd be offending me. Don't get your hopes up.”

“Yes, husband, I'm sure you'd do it for that reason.” You laugh, looking at him with sly eyes; he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“You have too much faith in yourself.”

“Shouldn't I?”

“No. You're just a Tyrell.”

You become serious, look at him with sharp eyes, press the rag tightly to his lip making him frown, and speak in a calm but firm voice.

“This is the second time you've offended my house. One more time and I'll leave you here alone to see what you can do without me.” Your threats him.

He holds your wrist firmly, his eyes seem to shine with anger and something more... at your words.

“You think you can leave here? You can't take a single step without my permission, wife.” He smiles cruelly, squeezing your wrist tighter. “But you can try and see what happens.”

“I don't need your permission.”

You drop the bloody rag, it falls to the floor, you try to pull your wrist away from his grip, without success, his hand feels like an iron shackle.

“No? Of course you do. Stupid woman.” He pulls you closer, forcing you to sit on his lap. You're not surprised to feel his rock-hard manhood beneath you.

He always seemed to get excited by your pain... well, by everyone's pain in general.

“Stupid? Me? I didn't get beaten up in front of the whole kingdom.” You say mockingly, provocatively.

You can't deny that you liked it when he acted like that with you.

Maybe...

There's something wrong with you too, maybe he's not the only crazy one.

Because it's not normal how your body heats up and trembles when his hand moves up to your neck, squeezing so hard you know you'll have to wear a high-necked dress tomorrow.

“Yeah? I should drag you out by your hair right now and beat you so everyone can see how a woman should be disciplined.”

He smiles, his hand closes around the soft skin of your neck, your breath catches in your throat, and your hand rises, your nails scratching his hand at your neck.

“Ugh... A-aerion—!”

“Or maybe I should break this fragile neck?” He asks with an evil smile on his lips. “I don't think anyone will mourn your death or miss you.”

Your eyes darken, his face blurs before you faint. He releases his grip on your neck and you gasp for air, your lungs burning.

“I think it would be a waste of a tight cunt.” He laughs sadistically as you rest your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. “The dragon isn't going to kill his sheep just yet.”

His hand goes into your hair, you whimper as he pulls hard on the strands, your scalp burns, he pulls your head off his shoulder forcing you to look at his beautiful face.

“Now just close your mouth and open your legs.” His hand tightens in your hair, guiding your lips to his.

He kisses you roughly, the kiss is all teeth and lust, it's almost painful like everything with him, you separate your lips letting his skillful tongue slide into your mouth.

Your arms encircle his neck, you cling to him letting yourself be consumed by his lust, his fire, his tongue explores your mouth before sliding against your tongue.

The kiss tastes of wine and blood, you find it intoxicating... the kiss lasts what seems like an eternity when he pulls away, both are breathless.

“Time to ride the dragon, don't you think?” He smiles and pushes you face up onto the mattress. “Or maybe next time.”

He settles over you, gripping his dagger; the edge gleams mockingly in the candlelight. He brings the blade close to your neck; the sharp edge is cold as it runs across your warm skin and lifts your necklace with the seven-pointed star.

“You know, I've always hated the faith of the seven.” He hisses and grasps the gold chain, holding it mockingly between his fingers. “They're responsible for my house's misfortune.”

“You know... I'm not a believer... it's just to keep up appearances.” You remind him.

“I don't care. I don't want any of that near me.” He smiles.

Without hesitation, he yanks the necklace hard. The chain gives way and snaps with a crack, your skin burning from the sudden pull.

He looks at the pendant with disgust before tossing it carelessly somewhere in the room, then guides the dagger to the bodice of your dress.

“Much better. Now we can continue.”

He wastes no time; pressing the dagger against the bodice, the luxurious fabric tears easily under the pressure of the sharp blade. After making the cut, he indifferently leaves the dagger on the mattress.

He tears the rest of the fabric with his own hands, leaving your round breasts exposed, his hands quickly finding their way towards them, squeezing them and feeling their weight.

He drinks you in, examining your body as if he hadn't done so a thousand times before, his eyes sharp and attentive, piercing.

“You plan to admire my beauty all night?” you ask with a soft gasp, a mocking smile on your lips. “Or perhaps the great Aerion Targaryen "The Monstrous" is softening?”

“I don't admire. I'm just amazed. You have whore's tits.”

“Oh! You dare call your wife a whore—” Your reprimand is abruptly cut short when...

He pinches your nipples, holds them between his index and ring fingers, and firmly pulls on the sensitive protrusions. You let out a muffled moan; pain and pleasure mingle deliciously.

“I can call you whatever I want. The dragon is always right.” He says it with a seriousness that would frighten anyone.

You roll your eyes. He notices and slaps you hard across the cheek. Your face tilts to the side. It's a warning, one that leaves your cheek red and throbbing.

You place your hand on your cheek in an attempt to soothe the slight burning sensation. He hisses something that sounds like a reprimand as he settles between your legs, impatiently lifting the hem of your dress. The fabric bunches up around your belly, and you feel his hands tracing the smooth skin of your thighs.

“Soft.” he murmurs reluctantly, with a hint of acknowledgment.

You close your eyes as you feel his warm, ghostly breath on your skin. He leaves wet kisses, and you gasp as his warm tongue licks your thigh, leaving a damp trail.

Everything was too sweet coming from your husband. You don't finish the thought; you scream as a sharp pain spreads through your thigh.

His teeth sink mercilessly into your soft skin, he bites hard, when he finally pulls away his lips are stained with your blood, he smiles like a snake, tears slide down your cheeks because of the sharp pain.

“Hush... don't cry. It wasn't that bad.”

He tries to comfort you, but he sounds cruel and condescending; it's obvious he enjoys your anguish and pain.

“When you have my manhood inside you, you won't think about anything else, you'll forget about the pain as always.”

He starts to undo the drawstring of his pants, working quickly, slipping his hand inside and pulling out his rock-hard manhood. It's pale, like the rest of him, not excessively thick but long, with a furious pink tip that overwhelms you. Its base is adorned with fine, almost imperceptible silver hair.

He pulls his pants down to his thighs and places one of your legs over his shoulders. He pumps his member a few times before guiding the head against your wet folds.

“You're so wet... and you say you're not a whore?”

You don't say anything, you just look at him with wet eyes, your hands gripping your skirts. You gasp as he slides his member inside you with a single thrust. He squeezes your thigh as your walls contract, trying to adapt to him.

“So tight.” He murmurs to himself.

Only a few seconds pass before he starts to move, pulling his member almost completely out only to thrust it back in forcefully, giving deep strokes that make you gasp and see stars.

You gasp and moan from the rough treatment, pleasure and pain fight inside you until pleasure wins, you feel a tingling in your lower belly, your breasts bounce rhythmically and blood seems to flow into your ears.

He, for his part, lets out gasps here and there. He's not very vocal; in his own words, 'dragons don't whimper.' Even so, there's a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead from the exertion.

His nails dig into your thigh, leaving crescent-shaped marks. Your hand awkwardly seeks his, resting on your stomach. You want to intertwine your fingers with his, but he swatts your hand away, making you let out a pitiful groan. He breathes heavily and looks at you, continuing to move his hips.

Exasperated by your dejected expression, he takes your hand and tightly intertwines his fingers with yours. Your bones ache, but you smile triumphantly despite your agitation, as if to say:

'I know you love me.'

He moves his hips faster, his round testicles smacking against the curve of your ass again and again, his cock hitting all the right places, his thrusts bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, your free leg wraps around his waist and you arch your back, a particularly hard blow to your cervix makes you come.

“Gods!” You moan softly and bite your lip hard.

Your pussy shudders and contracts in spasms, your juices soaking his cock and dripping onto the sheet beneath you, leaving a dark stain. Your pleasure turns painful as he continues moving inside you, overstimulating your aching pussy.

“Fuck—!”

He groans as he feels your walls strangling him, trying to drain him dry. His intertwined fingers tighten painfully, and his thrusts become erratic. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to come, his cock completely inside you, his hot seed filling your womb, flooding your entire being, marking you as his.

The seed of the dragon.

He stays in that position for a long moment, until his cock stops writhing inside you and his breathing calms. He releases your hand and lowers your trembling leg from his shoulder. You lift yourself slightly to grasp his luxurious doublet and pull him closer.

He allows it, letting you bring him closer. You gently move the damp fringe that's stuck to his forehead, kissing him softly, but he quickly takes control and deepens the kiss. At least the cut has stopped bleeding. When you break the kiss, he speaks in a curious voice, but not as disdainful as before, more like... impatient?

It was good.

We need more yandere Aegon.

Hope you are okay.

Have a great day

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝐼 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑥 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Warning: sexual content, manipulation, prostitution, infidelity, child death (Jaehaerys), captivity, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, toxic tendencies, possessiveness, conspiracy, attempted murder, burns. .

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I apologize in advance if there are any spelling or grammatical errors; this is not proofread. I plan to make the last part shorter; I feel like this is too long.

PART 1 | PART 2 (YOU HERE) | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

Everything was chaos. It had been a month since Aegon ascended to the throne, a month since he had his royal guards go to the brothel and bring you to the Red Keep, since then you had to be with Aegon all the time, he takes you to the council meetings and to the throne room where he has you sitting on his lap the whole time much to everyone's annoyance.

It was obvious that the people of the Red Keep disliked you. The Dowager Queen gave you disdainful glances all the time as did Criston, her sworn guard, Otto was more discreet in his approach to you as was Lord Tyland, Larrys was the only one who came to talk to you but his presence was rare, so you kept your distance.

The servants wouldn't speak to you even though you were Aegon's mistress and you were adorned with jewels and silks it was clear that they saw you as someone less than you, you could hear the whispers everywhere. whore, whore, whore, whore. You were getting tired of this whole situation. Even though you understood it, it was annoying.

But not as annoying as Aegon. He just seemed to need you by his side ALL the time. You could say he practically lived in your quarters, since he slept there, spent time with you there, and well... he had sex with you there. His libido seemed to have increased since the death of his son Jaehaerys, and with no viable heirs, he wanted an heir soon, which wouldn't be a problem, of course… But he wanted YOU to give him an heir! YOU?! That idea was insane. You weren't sure if you would be a good mother. Hell, you didn't even want kids!

You still remember the Dowager Queen's face when she heard those words; It looked like he was going to lose his mind. In fact, it was a little funny; you had to cover your mouth with your hand to suppress a giggle, which earned you venomous looks from the Dowager Queen and the council, who tried to reason with him and get him to share the bed with his wife, Halaena. One of them said:

"My king! That's... that's unacceptable! You must have legitimate heirs with your wife. What would the people say if you had children with a... whore? You would fall as low as Princess Rhaenyra. You must set an example!"

But Aegon boredly ignored her words, keeping you in his lap with one hand on your thigh as he lazily stuck the dagger of Aegon the Conqueror into the table. He spoke, and his tone was a mixture of indifference and disdain.

"How could I share a bed with Halaena when she spends her time weeping in the corners of the palace for Jaehaerys? The loss has driven her mad and made her even stranger. And as for 'my whore,' she is strong, intelligent, and loyal, and she knows how to please a man. She has everything Halaena certainly lacks. I have made my decision."

The days dragged on. You were bored, tired, and annoyed. You swore that if anyone else at court called you a whore behind your back again, you'd gouge their eyes out.

You didn't mind being a whore, of course not. It put food on your table. You didn't have to answer to anyone, and you were free to do as you pleased. Men are the ones who should be ashamed of seeking out prostitutes in the first place.

You were fed up. You spent all your time locked away or following Aegon around like a dog. So far, he hadn't kept a single one of his promises. He hadn't given you gold, a title, or land. This was the worst deal you'd ever made.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Aegon, who entered the room with a huge smile plastered on his face. He climbed onto the bed and approached you.

"Here you are."

He says this and settles between your thighs, your dress riding up your soft thighs where he places his hands, his head resting on your chest, and you gently run your fingers through his white hair; you can't help but roll your eyes. Here you are. Of course I am, I can't even go out, you idiot. Despite your disdain, you speak with a cloyingly fake voice.

"Where else would I be, my king? It's not like I can just wander around as I please."

"That's only for your own good... and for the good of my heir who will soon be in your womb."

Soon... the mere thought makes you want to tear your hair out. Calm down... don't kill the idiot king or they'll hang you in front of the fortress.

"I don't think anyone would agree with that idea, my king. Perhaps it would be best to listen to the wishes of the majority...?"

You hum sweetly, trying to change his mind, but it only seems to annoy him.

"Since when do you care so much about what others want? I thought you only cared about what I wanted. Wasn't that what you said...? Or perhaps... you lied to me?"

He lifts his head from your chest to look you in the eyes, his eyes shining with accusation, you force yourself to smile.

"You know I would never lie to you, my king... I only want what's best for you, nothing more."

You purr, gently stroking his cheek. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before crawling over you, resting his forehead against yours. His warm breath, thick with the scent of wine, fans your face as he speaks.

"Then do as I ordered. You're going to have my baby. That's what's best for me, it's what I want... do you understand?"

"I understand."

You say it reluctantly, though you smile. Damned spoiled, capricious king with mommy issues, I should have slit your throat last night while you were sleeping.

His lips press roughly against yours, you part yours letting his warm tongue slip into your mouth, he grabs one of your hands guiding it to the hard bulge beneath his trousers, you dig your fingers in and he grunts before kissing you fervently, this is going to be a long night...

Only a few weeks pass before your worst nightmare comes true, your period doesn't arrive, you have some nausea and are more "irritated," after a visit from the maester, he says that you are most likely pregnant... if only you could get moon tea....

To your surprise, you married Aegon just days after learning of your pregnancy, he had insisted that having a second wife was his birthright and the dowager queen agreed, she said.

"Though the mother is a whore, let's not let the innocent child also bear the burden of being a bastard."

The war was at its peak, you had guards following you everywhere, and you spent time with Queen Halaena, much to the Dowager Queen's displeasure. The young woman was odd, though not unpleasant, and you went along with it.

"Oh... poor bird... it was so free... it made a mistake by entering the cage..."

She whispers softly, looking sadly at her embroidery. You look up from your book and glance at Halaena.

"What bird...? Anyway, don't be sad. Birds can always escape."

"No... the bird will never be free... its chicks will die in the cage... even if the owner leaves... another will come... there is no freedom."

You didn't really understand his riddles, but you simply nodded and asked him about his embroidery.

The days passed slowly, very slowly. Aegon, Aemond, and the council had decided to set a trap for the Blacks. Aegon had been with you that night and had promised he would return victorious.

"I will win this war, you'll see. My name will be etched in the annals of history, your name will be alongside mine and our son's."

You were worried when he left the next day, even though he was with Aemond... Aemond was simply strange; he always seemed to be silently observing everything, like a snake waiting to strike.You had caught him looking at you far too many times.

When the news arrived that Rhaenys had perished in the battle, no one celebrated... Aegon had been wounded and brought to the keep on the brink of death. You weren't allowed in; only his mother, grandfather, and the maesters were permitted to see him.

When they finally let you see him, you were shocked. He had horrific burns all over his body and face... unconscious, under the influence of the poppy milk. You sat beside him; the room smelled of herbs, incense, and something burning.

Before leaving, the maester mentioned that Aegon had been murmuring your name before falling asleep.

Alone in the room with Aegon, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen to you now. Could you leave? You didn't think it was possible with his baby inside you. Perhaps after giving birth?

"Uhm, I didn't expect to see you here... what a devoted wife."

You are startled to hear the familiar soft and demure voice, although there is a tacit mockery in its tone.

You looked up. Prince Aemond approached and stood at the foot of the bed, is only eye looking at Aegon with disdain..? then at you. You swore a faint smile blossomed on his lips before it vanished.

What's happening right now?

Your bunny boyfriend acts all sweet, innocent, and shy around other people, whether they're strangers, friends, or family. Simply the perfect bunny.

But when you're alone, he becomes a completely different person. His libido increases a thousandfold, and all he thinks about is fucking you. In seconds, he'll bend you down on any soft surface so he can fuck you to his heart's content, whether it's the bed, the sofa, or that fur rug he begged you to buy.

Your bunny boyfriend really enjoys pretending you're his dirty bunny. He makes you wear furry bunny ears (which he bought at a costume shop), furry thigh-high stockings, and a white pom-pom-shaped anal plug that looks just like his own.

He has you face down, ass up, drooling on the sheets as he vigorously fucks you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your smooth skin. He groans and moans, biting his lip as he watches the pom-pom on your ass quiver when your anus contracts and loosens around the metal.

“Y-you... you have to –ugh... k-keep it inside you... n-naughty bunny...”

All you can do is moan as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again. Your hands grip the sheets, his fat balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, leaving a red mark on your fuzzy skin. The wet, dirty sound of slaps fills the room along with the thick smell of sex. His cock throbs inside you, his movements becoming more erratic, feverish like a real bunny in heat. He pinches your clit, making your eyes roll back.

“C-cum on, bunny... c-cum on right now... so your h-husband... can cum inside... y-you...”

Summary: They're in love with their sisters; it's a shame their sisters don't feel the same way at all, but when has that ever stopped them?

Pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader, Dark!Viserys III Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

Warning: Incest (typical of the canon), sexual content, possessive attitudes, toxic relationships, forced kiss, forced marriage, attempted rape and rape (Viserys), infidelity, physical violence, abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of children, threats against babies, alcohol.

I've had this in drafts since January 29th of last year, I'm a mess :'b (I wanted to add Aegon II, Maegor, and Aerion but I got lazy)

I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors; English isn't my first language and I'm very tired. Even so, I hope you like it, xoxo

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon and you had always been very close, you were born just a year after him, the small age difference along with the fact that you were both cunning and reckless brought you together a lot, even more than with your brother Viserys.

As you grew up you became closer and spent all the time you could together; you shared all the important moments together, you were each other's first everything, first kiss, first love, you two even lost your virginity together which made a feeling of entitlement and possession grow in your brother's heart.

Daemon even asked Queen Alysanne to marry you to him but she refused claiming that you two would be too much trouble together and instead engaged him to Lady Rhea Royce which infuriated Daemon to the core.

That same night he came to your chambers and asked you two to take your dragons and go together to Essos, but you rejected him telling him that although you loved him deeply it was not romantic, just like Viserys you loved Daemon as a brother even if you two shared intimate moments frequently.

Daemon let out a dry laugh at your words, so you only love him as a brother, huh? Well he's not going to accept that, fuck no. But he'll play it smart as always. He pretends that everything is fine and that he accepts what you said but in his mind he's already creating a plan for you to stay with him whether you like it or not.

When there was only a week left for Daemon to be forced to marry Rhea Royce, he came to your chambers with wine and proposed to toast with it for his last week as a free man; of course you accepted how could you not? You would never refuse to drink good wine and spend time with your handsome brother; As the alcohol took effect in your system you grew bolder and things between you and Daemon heated up pretty quickly.

Before you knew it you were already face down on the mattress with Daemon on top of you both stripped of their clothes as he fucked you from behind with vigor, one of his calloused hands placed firmly on your hip while the other painfully pulled at your white hair so similar to his own, the sound of wet slaps filling the room accompanied by your pitiful moans and Daemon's labored breathing.

“By the gods! What do you two think you're doing?!”

You turn your head when the door is suddenly opened by two royal guards and your grandmother Alysanne appears accompanied by some maids. The queen looks horrified and the maids cover their mouths in shock. You try to move away from Daemon but he pushes your head down, your cheek pressed into the mattress. He leans forward, still moving his hips, and you feel his hot breath on your ear.

“Where are you going, sister? Let them see when I put my child inside you. Romantic, don't you think?”

After that, everything happens in a blur: your grandparents' scolding and drinking moon tea. Despite the queen's best attempts to conceal what happened, the rumor spreads like wildfire. You end up having to marry Daemon to maintain your honor and avoid further dishonor. Daemon never stops smiling arrogantly; he thoroughly enjoys the marriage ceremony. He had made the right decision in bribing the maid to summon the queen and spread the rumor among the commoners. Now everything was in place.

Aemond Targaryen

It was no secret to anyone that Aemond had always felt a deep affection for you, his beloved older sister who always defended him from the cruel mockery of Aegon and his nephews; and comforted him when he felt sad for not having a dragon.

He had always been sweet to you, following you closely and going with you everywhere literally glued to your hip, but that didn't bother you, you just found it cute; but everything changed on the tragic night when he lost his eye and claimed Vhagar, the fact increased his confidence and gave him a delicious feeling of power; he was no longer inferior now he was also a dragon rider and not just any dragon, the greatest dragon.

When Aemond grew up he became someone much colder and reserved but his possessiveness with you had only increased to an exorbitant level, his terrifying aura scared away all your possible suitors since he always lurked around you which worried your mother Queen Alicent who disapproved of your brother's behavior.

Your mother, alarmed by Aemond's attitude, decided that the best thing would be to send you to Oldtown where you would be under the care of your maternal home, House Hightower; in addition to that you could spend time with your younger brother Daeron whom you had not seen for years, although you usually send letters from time to time.

When Aemond found out about your mother's plans he felt betrayed and a cold anger ran through him; he decided that it was his time to take charge of the situation, this is his time; it is time to take his destined place as king of the seven kingdoms with you at his side; His plan began during the ambush when he killed Rhaenys and attacked Aegon, leaving him gravely wounded and close to death.

When he returned to the Red Keep he announced the events to the shocked council; as expected they ended up choosing him as the new regent given Aegon's precarious condition; Aemond's first decision was to take you as his wife; your mother and the members of the council did not agree but he stood firm.

“Uhm, my duty now as regent is to produce an heir to solidify our claim on the throne since Jaehaerys is dead.”

“Eh... yes of course my prince regent... but it would be best if you and the princess married some lady and lord from other important houses... to have more allies in this war and-”

“And if we need more alliances Daeron and even Helaena can marry and if that doesn't work, then I will go to Vhagar myself to convince them; but I will not marry someone who would stain the blood of my children.”

Jacaerys Velaryon

Jacaerys couldn't understand why you didn't love him. He'd always thought you two were made for each other, simply perfect together. It broke his heart that you didn't think the same. The worst part was that it wasn't even because he was your brother or because you didn't find him attractive. No. It was because you were in love with another man, a pathetic nobleman from some random house who could never give you a life like the one you were used to.

You were too spoiled and unruly, too fiery. You need someone with dragon blood to tame you and keep you entertained, to keep up with you and make you happy. Furthermore, the man you chose wasn't the most faithful in the kingdom. Jace had seen the "love of your life" staring at her breasts and flirting with every woman who approached him. Every time Jace saw that, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms almost drawing blood, and he resisted the urge to hit him for having the audacity to look at other women when a goddess like you was by his side.

Patience is key. He had never been impulsive or hasty. He had to devise a plan to completely remove this man from your life and your heart, but first he let you spend time with him, let you fall deeply in love, so that his betrayal would enrage you even more, hurt you more, even though he hated seeing you sad or upset, you would run into his arms as soon as you felt that way, and he knew that your pride wouldn't allow you to forgive your "beloved" no matter how much you loved him.

One day, when he overheard them both talking about marriage and children, he knew it was time to act. He couldn't allow you to marry someone like that man, much less have his children. No, no. He went to the trouble of going to the Silk Streets and finding a prostitute to pretend to be a foreign noblewoman and seduce your beloved lover. His master plan unfolded perfectly during one of the banquets. The woman approached your lover and got him drunk. She took him out of the hall and led him to the agreed-upon room. Then he sent a maid to bring you to that room so you could witness him having sex with the woman

Your shock lasted only a second. Handmaids had to restrain you before you furiously approached the source of your anger, hurling all sorts of insults at them and swearing you would throw them both to your dragon to be devoured. They took you to your chambers before you could cause a bigger scene. When he went to see you, he found you crying, cursing your former lover and yourself. Jace couldn't bear to see you like this and came to you, enveloping you in a warm embrace and allowing you to cry on his chest while he gently stroked your hair and spoke to you softly.

“Shhh, don't cry, sweet sister. That man doesn't deserve your tears, much less your love and affection... he could never have loved you as you deserve.”

You pull away from him and look at him with teary eyes. He dries your tears with his thumb and leans in, gently kissing your lips. When you don't pull away, he takes it as approval. He puts his hand in your hair and tilts your head to deepen the kiss. His warm tongue explores the wet cavern of your mouth. His other hand travels to the back of your corset. His fingers pull the lace, loosening the knot and the bodice. He breaks the kiss. You both breathe heavily. His swollen lips travel to your neck, leaving wet kisses before moving up to murmur in your ear.

“I promise to make you the happiest woman in the seven kingdoms, you and our future children, just... don't ever push me away again, sweet sister.”

Viserys Targaryen

At first, you didn't mind spending time with your older brother Viserys. As children, he was charming and a good brother to you. But when you were forced to flee King's Landing, far from everything you knew, and with your mother's death, he began to change. He became more resentful, paranoid, and cruel.

As time passed, his hatred for the Lannisters and the Baratheons grew, as did his lust for power and his desire for the throne... and for you. Since you were children, Viserys had made it clear that you were his and that one day he would kill the traitorous pigs who betrayed his family, take the throne, and you would be by his side as his queen and wife, the mother of his children.

Viserys became jealous easily when your attention was given to others other than him. He had struck Daenerys countless times for "stealing" your attention and threatened to strike you as well when you tried to defend her. Even though the three of you had your own rooms in Pentos, he often insisted on sharing your bed. He liked to touch you without permission, though he never went very far thanks to Illyrio, who kept him in check. Although Viserys hated him, he couldn't risk offending his host; it infuriated him that you rejected his "love" and sought Illyrio's protection.

When Daenerys was betrothed to Khal Drogo with the promise of an army, you comforted your frightened younger sister and tried to convince Viserys not to do it, that Dany was just a child and that you would take her place if he wanted someone to marry Drogo. Your words only enraged him, and he slapped you so hard your lip split and you stumbled backward. He gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look into his furious eyes, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks.

“You want to spread your legs so much for someone that you don't even care about doing it for a savage? If you have such a desire, sister, then I'll do it.”

Your brother grabbed your hair tightly, dragging you to the center of the room and pushing you onto the bed. You tried to escape, but he grabbed your ankle tightly, pulling you to the edge of the bed and roughly positioning himself between your legs. Your silky dress rode up your thighs because of the struggle. He held you tightly with one hand and with the other untied the drawstring of his pants. You swallowed hard when he freed his long, pale, erect member adorned with white hair at the base. That was one of the most painful nights of your life; you could never forget it even if you wanted to.

Shortly after that, your sister married Khal Drogo. You were forced to endure it and stay by your brother's side at all times. Viserys spent his time complaining about the "wildlings" who didn't respect him. You had to share a tent with him, bathe him, and be intimate with him. Even though Dany told you that you could have your own tent, you refused. You didn't want her to know what happened between you and Viserys; it was... shameful. Viserys had threatened to tell everyone if you didn't obey him.

In the end, you revealed the truth when the furious Viserys stormed into Khal Drogo's tent and threatened Dany and her unborn child. Even though your brother was an idiot, you didn't want him to die. When they restrained him, you ended up begging and pleading with them not to kill the father of your child. With Dany's help (thanks to her affection for you), the Khal decided to let Viserys go, but not before a beating. You had to tend to his wounds while he insulted and berated you.

He fucks you in the back seat of the van, the music is loud, there's laughter and the smell of cigarettes, the rest of the band are high and drinking, groping groupies. They're just inches away from the two of you, your nails dig into the leather seat, and you bite your lip and bury your face in the seat, trying to stifle your moans without much success. His thick cock goes in and out of your pussy again and again, his fat balls slap against your ass, and the swollen veins rub deliciously against your vaginal walls. Your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.

You moan sharply as he pulls your hair, your scalp burning and tingling, forcing you to stand, your back pressed against his firm chest. His large hand grips your throat, cold rings biting your skin as you tilt your head onto his shoulder. His other hand slides down, gently caressing your skin over your belly until it reaches your pussy, rubbing your bundle of nerves as his cock drills inside you.

He kisses your cheek, his hot breath on your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe and tugging at it. You moan softly at the tingling that makes your pussy clench, and he laughs before relieving the itch with his tongue. ❝—Don't hold back your moans, baby, let everyone know you're my whore.❞ You arch your back as his fingers begin to rub firm circles over your stimulated clit. He kisses your neck, and his hand at your throat tightens as his pleasure grows.

Your eyes roll back, your whole body tenses as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again; Your pussy contracts and throbs, when he bites your neck you come with a sharp moan, he moves his hips with more vigor without stopping rubbing your overstimulated clitoris which makes you writhe in his grip, minutes of torture later he cums your vision goes blurry when he squeezes his hand on your throat, strings of hot and thick semen fill your uterus and flood your inside.

When he finally lets go, you collapse onto the couch, dazed. He pulls his cock out of your used cunt and puts it inside his pants, zips them up, and fastens his bullet belt. He adjusts his hair before turning you around, grabs your panties lying on the floor and pulls them up your legs, his ringed hands resting on your thighs; a wicked smile spreads across his lips.

❝—The best fuck of my life, baby, now I want your sweet moans to be in a song on the new album.❞

This is the Beaumont family tree, although I had actually planned for it to be longer, I changed my mind halfway through.

Basically, this takes place in an alternate world in what would be the years 1800 and 1900, but as I say, it's fiction, so I'll change some things to make everything fit together.

By the way, all the images were made by me, well by chatgpt. I tried to make them look as much like I imagine them as possible.

Anyway, I plan to write at least a little about each family branch because most of them don't get along well with each other lol.

A/N: By the way, some of them are in a younger version, but nowadays they are a little different; I mean, time passes and o we grow old.

A/N: You can ask anything you want about the Beaumont family characters since they all have backstories and most of the boys (Frederick, Felix, Florian, Flavian, Flavis, Nolan and Ricardo) will have their own stories.

You're right! Although I think things would be the same in all lives, lol.

Well, Flavis really loves Reader very much. Reader is basically the first person who showed him affection since childhood, since his brothers ignored or bothered him, his father only scolded or reprimanded him, and his mother... well, she's kind of like a Reader herself, since Flavis's father used the 'tactic' he recommended to his son. Flavis's father is like a bad and scary yandere who sees everyone as chess pieces except for his wife, whom he doesn't really show much affection to, even though he loves her. And Flavis's mother simply ignores her children since she sees them as the fruit of a relationship she didn't want with Flavis's father; she doesn't hate them but she doesn't love them that much either, and it doesn't help that Flavis and all his older siblings resemble their father.

Returning to Flavis and Reader, Flavis doesn't quite know how to express affection or what to do to make someone feel loved, besides giving jewelry, luxury items, flowers, and other things. He can give material things, but not so much romantic ones; he's like a puppy that goes from adorable to rabid in five minutes. But what can you expect from someone who's experienced indifference, neglect, ridicule, and even physical abuse? He found some relief in alcohol and prostitutes, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave or lose Reader. Casual flings come and go, but love endures... right?

Flavis and Reader in other lives:

✦ Warning: Sexual content, r4pe (attempted), delusional attitude, womanizer oc, noncon, dubcon, strong language, forced breeding and forced pregnancy (mentioned/attempted), blood, gore, death (main character), knives (actually a letter opener), trauma, stress.

✦ Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

✦ Author Note: You know, I was thinking of doing two endings: one where Reader ends up in Flavis's clutches and is forced to marry him, and another alternate ending where Reader avoids the abuse and kills him, because I think Reader would kill him, I mean, not because she's a murderer, but because of the shock and the adrenaline. Also, for some reason, I can't imagine her allowing Flavis to abuse her. What do you think of the idea?

✦ PD: I haven't corrected this yet, I apologize if there are any mistakes.

✦ MASTERLIST

Yandere Noble who like you, is the youngest son of a prestigious noble family.

Yandere Noble who is your childhood friend, used to pull the hair (and push) of children who wanted to approach you.

Yandere Noble who was already very arrogant, conceited, and proud even as a child, assured you that he would give you the "honor" of being his wife.

Yandere Noble who when they were children threw your older sister into a fountain because she tried to kiss him, he "kindly" told her that he would marry you, his princess, not her, the ugly frog.

Yandere Noble who you turned 10, gave you a kitten, his father bought it from a foreign merchant and he gave it to you because he knew you had always wanted a cat; you named the kitten "Candy", he never forgot your happy smile (or the kiss you gave him on the cheek).

Yandere Noble who used to run away from his tutors to go with you to the royal gardens where you would read him stories under a tree while he rested his head in your lap, only for both of you to be scolded when your parents found you.

Yandere Noble who promised you he would always be your friend, and you promised the same, you would always be his friend, no matter what happened, after all he was your best friend.

Yandere Noble who as he grew up became a handsome young man, skilled with a sword and with a silver tongue, while you, on the other hand, became a beautiful and intelligent lady, with a tongue as sharp as a blade.

Yandere Noble who grew up to be a "libertine," began to intimate with women of the court, go to brothels and pleasure houses, and "relate" with the maids, which led to you distancing yourself from him on the orders of your parents since his bad reputation could tarnish yours.

Yandere Noble who quickly notices your distance, is driven crazy, so one day when he sees you in the gardens admiring the rose bushes, he decides to approach you and confront you, demanding explanations for your "evasive" attitude towards him.

“Look what we have here, my dear, elusive Miss Thornbury. It's curious how you waste your time in the garden instead of doing something more productive, like, for example, spending time with me.” Although there's a playful smile on his face, his voice is tense, and there's a tacit accusation in his words. “You're avoiding me.”

“I don't consider it a waste of time. Unlike you, flowers are beautiful, humble, and don't try to get under the skirt of every woman who approaches them. And I'm not avoiding you, Mr. Flavis Beaumont.” I hum sarcastically as I examine the rosebush, ignoring him; he frowns.

“Excuse me?! First of all, I'm more beautiful than any flower in this garden. Secondly, I assure you that if roses were people, they would be the most arrogant people in the world. And thirdly, you're avoiding me. The role of the fool doesn't suit you at all. If you're jealous of my relationships with other women, you should have accepted our parents' agreement to marry me.” He hisses with a biting tone, completely losing his playful tone, his hand grabs my arm tightly and shakes me, forcing me to look at him.

“Jealous? Me? Good heavens! That's absurd! Flavis, you're delusional. That's precisely why I refused to marry you! You're selfish, arrogant, and you can't even keep it in your pants! You're everything I don't want in a husband. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see Candy, the only sane person in this palace besides myself.” I roughly pulled away from his grip and walked off without even looking at him again.

Yandere Noble who froze for a second, was it his attitude you didn't like? That he slept with other women? Your words seemed to strike a chord within him. He honestly thought that doing all those things would get your attention and make you realize he was the man of your dreams.

Yandere Noble who decided to completely change his behavior and relationships, stopped sleeping with any woman who looked at him (and was handsome, of course), toned down his arrogance (just a little), and began to take his noble role more seriously, all to get your attention, but he didn't succeed.

Yandere Noble who grew frustrated when you continued to ignore him despite his efforts. His parents, and even your own parents, saw the changes in him; the entire court saw them. Why did you refuse to see them? In the second month of your silent treatment, he was becoming desperate and decided to go to his father for advice. His father told him that 'the end justifies the means.'

“I don't understand, Father. Why is she doing this to me? Rejecting me? Ignoring me? Doesn't she see everything I've done—everything I do for her?!”

Flavis paces the room like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair and pulling at the black strands in frustration. The ring with the Beaumont family crest adorning his index finger gleams in the candlelight. His father, seated behind his desk, doesn't even look at his son; the older man simply continues reading documents.

“Women tend to be ungrateful by nature, with a penchant for drama and fights. Once a woman gets a reason to fight, she clings to it tightly and won't let go. Only a firm hand can make them back down.” His father speaks in a calm, almost bored voice, but there's a firmness and seriousness beneath the surface that makes Flavis stop and look at him.

“A firm hand? Father, I know how women are, and I know how Miss Thornbury is, but I don't think a firm hand is necessary. There's still time—” Flavis's voice faltered slightly, clearly hesitant and uncertain after hearing his father's words, but before he could continue, his father abruptly interrupted him.

“Time for what, Flavis? For her to marry someone else? For that little brat to continue humiliating you and, consequently, our family in front of the entire court? Be a real man, grow a pair; make me proud of you for once in your life. Is that too much to ask?” The man's words were harsh and demanding, his sharp gray eyes looking coldly at his son.

“I'm a man. I can make you proud, Father, even prouder than any of my brothers ever could. I'll speak to Miss Thornbury today—”

“Enough talk! Take action. If you truly desire that girl, make sure she can't say no, even if she wanted to. Leave her no options.” The man stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, his fist slamming hard on the wooden desk.

“What do you mean? I don't understand what you're getting at, Father.” Flavis's gray eyes narrowed, clearly confused by his father's words. The man, looking wearily and rubbing the bridge of his nose, glared at his son.

“Are you really that stupid, Flavis? Seven hells... If she gets pregnant with your child, she won't be able to do anything. Even if she doesn't get pregnant and only has sex with you, she'll have to marry you if she wants to maintain her reputation, or risk being ostracized in our society.”

“That... that's extreme, don't you think it's a bit much, Father?” Flavis looked somewhat hesitant, though not truly horrified or disgusted by the idea.

“Perhaps it is. But the end justifies the means. A sacrifice today will be the key to happiness tomorrow. Do it, Flavis, I'll make sure no one bothers you.” The man walked around the desk and placed a hand on his son's shoulder, a rare gesture of comfort that Flavis absorbed like a sponge, filling him with newfound confidence.

“You're right, Father. I'll do it.”

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