Five Acts Meme!
Here's how it works:
- Post a list of your five favourite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists here.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
( The Kinks )
- Post a list of your five favourite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists here.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
( The Kinks )
Now Cersei had been given to this boar of a king without a bat of an eyelash by their father. He had tried to make peace, indulge in the hope that she saw. It had been her destiny since birth, as it were, to wed to a family that would make their line proud. There were surly less horrible things to be than queen if it must be so. It was cruelly apparent all too soon that there was just about as much love in this union as any other arranged hell. Yet he had to stand idly, indifferent, as Robert abused his sister's heart. Too often he felt the grip on his boastfully decorated sword tighten willing himself to make good on the unjust nickname that had been bestowed upon him. How he longed to slice away the fingers that would wave disrespectfully at Cersei.
How dare that man be allowed to call her his when there was nothing he remotely desired of it. How could he be more worthy of her than him? No. In this new glorious age he was denied the one person who had ever seen him for himself because their bloodline crossed. How could it be wrong to love someone who practically shared your very soul? He refused to believe it.
It didn't take long for her to find him in the shadows and far off corridors. Though it had taken some skill to remove herself from the ever attentive watch of her attendants, she was far too clever to let them detain her. She craved his attentions, though she knew their acts were forbidden. They had been warned of it since youth. Neither cared to stop.
He finds he cannot.
Every touch, every breath, he dedicates to her. Tongues and hands cling and bruise. They caress gently even as they cling willing every stolen breath to last eternally. The passion is brutal, desperate to shed the unpleasant residue of the environment around them. They surrender to every dark thought to one another and bathe themselves in its cleanse. To show her that documents and common law may prevail to the public. But there is only one she belongs to. There is only one who worships her, who can lay claim to her. It is not Robert. In fact, it's not even him. In all truth it is she who has captivated him. Cersei always had led him. She had come into the world first, making way for him. She had convinced him to take the position he held and pleaded him to stay. He could strike down men without blinking. But a mere whisper from her lips would bring him to his knees.
It was a comfort they both held onto. When the king was his most brutal in his disregard, one look could calm his boiling blood in exchange for a silent promise of the reassurances to be shown to her that evening. The faintest brush of a hand on her back would calm the bile that would tickle tieback of her throughout. A promise. A sweet secret to be cherished between them both. One so ugly and damaging that it could shatter the world around their shoulders should anyone connect the pieces. It is a very real fear. They question themselves daily.
But then they are blessed. The seven bestow upon them a gift the realm will see as one to them. But the child that swells his beloved sister's belly is no bastard of the drunkard king. No. It is theirs, a sign they say. Their little treasure-proof that this is not forsaken. It is all that can ever be. And it will never be enough.
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