#pero tovar smut
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 11.9k
Warnings: Canon style violence, threats of rape, threats of castration, threats of death, death, blood, virgin reader, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, sword fights, crude language, death.
Comments: When your father dies and leaves you to protect your lands and your people from a neighboring lord who wishes to claim both you and the land, you hire mercenaries to fight for you. Pero Tovar is tired of riding and fighting for others after leaving the East, but he agrees to work for you, quickly falling for your bravery and kindness.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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You crumple the parchment, fury marked between your brows and you hiss out your frustrations as you throw the message into the hearth and watch it ignite, the paper and the threat of harsh times to come curling up and blackening in flames before dissolving into ash. If you were a man, this would not be happening. At least not as it is. Your father had to die and leave you without an uncle or cousin to care for you and be your guardian. Now, the neighboring lord to the east sought to steal your father’s lands, your lands and claim them as his own. Claim you as his own, as if you were some conquest to be won by the tip of his sword.
You are more than capable of running your father’s lands, you have been doing it for the past five years while your father’s health declined after being thrown from a horse. Quietly, so that only his master of business and the head guard knew, but you were the one that made the decision for the people who lived and worked the land he owned. The people who needed your protection. “Hawthorne.” You turn to the man in armor, in charge of your men and give him a tired sigh. You know he is in your corner but the twenty men he has under him isn’t enough. “Put the word out, we need swords.” You tell him. “Lots of them. I am not willing to lay down and have my home destroyed by that bastard and he’s not going to be happy until we prove that to him.”
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 11.9k
Warnings: Canon style violence, threats of rape, threats of castration, threats of death, death, blood, virgin reader, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, sword fights, crude language, death.
Comments: When your father dies and leaves you to protect your lands and your people from a neighboring lord who wishes to claim both you and the land, you hire mercenaries to fight for you. Pero Tovar is tired of riding and fighting for others after leaving the East, but he agrees to work for you, quickly falling for your bravery and kindness.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.
You crumple the parchment, fury marked between your brows and you hiss out your frustrations as you throw the message into the hearth and watch it ignite, the paper and the threat of harsh times to come curling up and blackening in flames before dissolving into ash. If you were a man, this would not be happening. At least not as it is. Your father had to die and leave you without an uncle or cousin to care for you and be your guardian. Now, the neighboring lord to the east sought to steal your father’s lands, your lands and claim them as his own. Claim you as his own, as if you were some conquest to be won by the tip of his sword.
You are more than capable of running your father’s lands, you have been doing it for the past five years while your father’s health declined after being thrown from a horse. Quietly, so that only his master of business and the head guard knew, but you were the one that made the decision for the people who lived and worked the land he owned. The people who needed your protection. “Hawthorne.” You turn to the man in armor, in charge of your men and give him a tired sigh. You know he is in your corner but the twenty men he has under him isn’t enough. “Put the word out, we need swords.” You tell him. “Lots of them. I am not willing to lay down and have my home destroyed by that bastard and he’s not going to be happy until we prove that to him.”
