“He did not! We ran away together, you make me sound like a damsel in distress, Brandon.” Lyanna said lowering her knife for the first time, “and this child is no bastard! Rhaegar and I are wed in the sight of The Seven, performed by a Maester of the Citadel, this child is proof of this union, a sign of a brighter future.” Pushing past her brother Lyanna searched for a piece of parchment and a quill and ink on Rhaegar’s desk, scribbling down a few words, she turned back to her brother.
“Let me send this raven to my husband, and then I will go with you since you took it upon yourself to murder my guards.”
Brandon was stunned by what his sister was telling him. She had wed Rhaegar…They loved one another and this child…His niece or nephew was royalty. There was a war going on and now there was extra urgency on everything. He couldn’t go to Robert with this news, and he was sure Ned would still side with Robert until he heard the words from Lyanna herself.
If they wanted to stop this war they’d have to kill Aerys and even than Brandon knew Robert would be an issue, despite being married to Rhaegar legally Robert would still see Lyanna as his bride to be and want to kill Rhaegar and he couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let his sister be a widow and their child fatherless.
“If that future is able to be seen through the anger and bloodshed.” Brandon remarked as Lyanna went to the desk to write. “To be fair at the time I didn’t know they were your guards” He gave a half attempted laugh and the corners of his mouth gave a small twitch of a smile.
He doesn’t quite realize what he’s done, why she’s reacting like she is and he stalks closer to her still after he shook off the blow that she dealt him, still feeling the impact of her leg against his chest and his breathing hitched. His eyes were still burning with a lustful rage and a low rumble came fourth from his chest and laughter filled the air to her words.
“And I am not some servant whose content with the little he’s given. If you are not an object why are you being pawned off like one onto a man of not your own choosing by your father? Like cattle to be traded off to anyone.” Viserys growled his hands curled, nose twitched as he took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. “Are you not mine as much as I am yours?” His head tilted and silver tresses hung over one half of his face messily as he crept forward and to one side of her.
How could she not have seen this outcome happen? She allowed him such freedom and he had been growing in need of more. To stretch his wings fully and fly.
“If you were some Dothraki woman or a woman I thought little of I would be–” The words hung in the air until he forced himself to say it. “I would be fucking you with little regard to anything or anyone because a dragon conquers. A dragon gets what he desires.” He was being honest with her and he wasn’t sure how she would take it but this was part of who he was, part of how he had grown and learned. If he didn’t take what was his than he’d have nothing.
“You can’t come back from the dead. That’s not possible.” her face went white. Every child knew that. Death was one of the few certain in life. “Not even a heretic priest could manage that.”
She’d have given anything to have Ned back.
All these years alive with a Baratheon on the thrzne. “You wait until my husband was murdered by the Lannisters and Robert dead until yourself again.” Until the whole of the Seven Kindoms… six now was a warring mess. “You forget what your family cost the Starks,” Two sons and a daughter and Rickard himself. “my son’s bannermen won’t take kindly to an ex-Dragon prince in their camp.
Even the bannermen who sided with your father until the end have taken up arms for a Baratheon this time.” Dorne alone seemed to avoid this mess of a war.
“And yet here I stand” His arms spread up and his palms faced the sky for a moment before his arms fell to his side “I didn’t think anything of the red preists either, I didn’t think it to be true and yet it is.”
Her words stung and he couldn’t find any way for himself to justify the waiting he did, the wondering if any moment was ever going to be the right one. Had she forgotten what his father had cost his own family? “We’ve all lost family due to actions taken by our own or the others” He hissed, his eyes glaring at the Lady. “What was I supposed to do when I was revived? March against Robert who had won the war, taken the throne from my brother while still recovering? There may be Targagyren supporters but few will admit to it. I don’t have an army and I wouldn’t outright kill the King. If I was that person my father would have been dead a long time ago.”
“I loved Eddard’s sister and she I. We married even. I didn’t cause Brandon and his father’s death. That was my father. Not I. Yes my actions sent everything into motion but everyone reacted to actions.” Rhaegar fidgeted with his sword hilt as he spoke, his gaze never wavering from Catelyn. “Cersei’s children have no right to the throne. Robert had some and there had been peace, a kind of peace my father hadn’t allowed for some time. It’s clear with Joffery there has been an upset to that peace.”
Rhaegar sighed and he found himself taking a seat realizing just how tired he was after a long day of travel. “Lady Stark, if you allow me to help, to raise whatever support I can with my name if those will follow me…Robb will be King In The North, the Stark’s will be granted everything accordingly to a royal house. Your family will be compensated in any way you require, the deaths of all those involved in Eddards death and Roberts will be put to death. Sansa and Arya will be returned to you and perhaps my own family, what’s left of it can be returned to my side…” His thoughts drifted to Viserys and Daenerys. His little sister that he had never seen before, he hoped Viserys was okay.
She was trying to adjust to the new feeling and most likely the girth that was now inside her and he waited till he had the okay to move and felt himself lusting for her more as she gave an experimental rock of her hips and she urged him to move once more. Bronn gave a relieved nod and moved his hips once more thrusting into her as his teeth nipped at her breasts just enough until his lips wanted to meet hers once more and his hips thrusted at a harder pace keeping it slowed down enough so she could feel every single move he made.
“I won’t–” He promised giving a groan as he tilted his head back for a moment as he felt her body and his own synchronizing with every move they made. Her sounds spurred him on until he felt his pace quickening and he tried to remain steady but he found himself slipping as hands moved over her skin, nails digging into her skin ever so lightly. “Meryll…” He could feel the pressure building up inside and the heat from their bodies and he wanted to feel the release, but he also wanted to give it time, to let Meryll experience more than a few moments of time so he slowed down even more, his thrusts easing for a minute before his hips bucked once more, his length sliding back inside Meryll. “Fuck, you’re beautiful..”
* A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞
❝ They’re dying. ❞
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You’re monsters. Both of you!
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It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet.
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Surely there’s more to it than that.
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Beautiful things are fragile…
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At home we have only black moths.
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Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty.
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They thrive on the dark and cold.
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What do they feed on?
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You’re so… different.
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Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life…
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It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.
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But the horror… The horror was for love.
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The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.
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This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.
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There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us.
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Will you still like to know my thoughts?
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The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss.
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In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell.
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You clearly have not lived it at all.
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❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞
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You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD!
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What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection?
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❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞
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A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing.
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It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be.
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Some should never be spoken about again.
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You will stay here, with us… won’t you?
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A man that feeds off land that others work for him.
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This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer.
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I cannot leave you here.
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I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day.
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❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞
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The first time I saw one I was ten years old.
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There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words.
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You lied to me!
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You poisoned me!
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You said you loved me!
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I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable.
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I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open.
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It makes everything easier.
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I heard you the first time.
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It’s an excellent likeness.
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The more the house sinks, the worse it gets.
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Goodness. How many rooms are there?
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We must do something about it.
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Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love.
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The spilling of blood. A terrible crime.
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I don’t know. Would you like to count them?
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Do we have to do this? Must we?
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She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge.
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That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment.
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❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞
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Perfection has no place in love, [Name].
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You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it.
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I can’t. I can’t.
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This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go.
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Some of them are good; some of them bad…
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You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞
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I’M NOT DONE YET!
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How do you manage this house? ❞
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Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow.
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Perfection has no place in love.
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Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them.
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In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege.
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The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work.
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Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].
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If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job.
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I’m a builder, dear.
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Everyone falls in love, dear, even women.
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There are things that tie them to a place. ❞
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The marriages were for money, of course.
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❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞
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Nothing gentle ever grows in this land.
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My heart would cease to beat and I would die.
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I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞
❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞
❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞
family planning au where our muses are already together and start planning their first child, except oops the condom broke or the adoption agency called and the baby is coming asap and there goes all your planning. 🙂
first baby au where our muses are married and happy in their pretty place they got with an extra room for whenever they were ready and now they are so it’s boutta get real hot up in here cause trying for the baby is the most fun part. but oops, you’re gonna need more than one room cause tWINS OR TRIPLETS.
pregnant at last au where after years of trying, our muses finally made a little human and they become super over protective and a little paranoid at times because heLLO they finally made a human and they refuse to risk losing it.
baby number who? au where our muses already have multiple kids and have tried their best to use birth control and condoms but whoops here comes another one aka time to call tlc for your own reality cause damn.
does the paper boy deliver babies now or what au where our muses get home after a lovely evening or wake up to a baby on their front door with a note saying “i can no longer care for my baby, but i’m sure you two will do a great job.” uh oh what will they do.
godparents au where the parents of our muses godchild(ren) pass away in a horrible accident and now the responsibility of a godparent sets in.
my teacher gave me a baby au where our muses are professor and student and they do the do and oh shit shouldn’t have used that old condom in his wallet cause now you have more than homework.
double trouble au where our muses have given up trying for a baby and decide for adoption. but only months after they adopt their baby, they finally get pregnant without even trying and now they get the best of both worlds.
i don’t think babies are supposed to do that au where our muses are completely clueless about the supernatural world and they adopt/find a baby and as the baby grows it does a bunch of weird things depending on what kind of creature it is omg.
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