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shesjustanothergeek · 11 months

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Fifteen

Master List of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Hey, besties! Guess who passed their State Board Exams…? ME! I DID! Now, all I gotta do is fill out some paperwork, and I'll be licensed. I've started working already, but it's only three days a week right now, so pretty good! Don't hesitate to comment or ask me questions. I love hearing them and seeing others discuss them. Happy reading, everyone, and let the celebrations commence!

Chapter Warnings: Violence

The celebrations of Aegon's birth had finally arrived. All the Great Houses were expected to come—all but one. The Velaryons and part of the Targaryen faction were not extended an invitation. Rhaenys had taken this as a political slight by Queen Alicent. She was collateral damage in the cold war between Rhaenyra and her old friend. Guilty by association.

Lord Corlys was still fighting for control of the Stepstones and had put his loyal Lady Wife on the Driftwood throne to rule in his stead. The alliance of the Triarchy and House Martell of Dorne was of much concern, and without the aid of the King's fleet, the battle was all but lost. Yet, through it all, the Sea Snake remained on the collection of islands, fighting tooth and nail against those who wished control of his rightful territory.

Princess Rhaenys did not know of your efforts inside the Keep, slowly but surely attempting to send help to the losing battles. The day she was crowned the "Queen Who Never Was" came to mind. She felt abandoned by her cousins, Daemon and Viserys, for refusing to take a stance on the insurgents. Baela was her only solace, her heart missing the pieces her children used to occupy. She would never forgive them if her husband died.

You sat at the exponentially smaller desk in your room, the maids you had yet to become familiar with brushing your silky hair as you read two pieces of parchment.

Jace and your father had sent you letters. Daemons were curt, mentioning nothing about how he missed or thought of you while away. It was as if he was speaking to a fellow warrior, not his daughter. Only ensuring you were still on track with your efforts, wanting to know how far the influence of the Hightowers reached and when to expect words regarding the Stepstones. You ignored him for now, folding it in threes and placing it in the side drawer of your desk as you read your brother's.

"Dear Sister,

Jealousy became me when I bid you farewell a few days ago. I knew what I said was wrong as the words lept from my tongue. I am not proud, and regret has haunted me since. I express my sincerest and deepest apologies.

You have always been open and honest with your emotions, and I wish to do the same. I love you, sissy, despite what my words may have alluded to. You have experienced hardships that no child of that age should witness, and you did not grow to resent your family for it. I cannot say the same for me if something similar happened.

I wish the Queen did not invite you to Kings Landing, not because I am jealous, but because I haven't a clue what I mean to do without you. Father wants me to be strong, like you. He wants me to practice swords like you. He wants me to listen to Mother's audiences like you, but I am not you. I am a boy whose lineage is clouded with stolen kisses and an accidental fire.

I wish you were still here so I could feel your embrace. I do not believe I can handle Daemon for much longer. How have you done it for so long?

The days cannot go fast enough as I await your return. I intend to give you a proper apology once you are home. Perhaps we can spend some time in Aegon the Conqueror's Garden as I grovel? I will arrange a picnic for when I do. I don't want to beg on an empty stomach.

Missing you,

Jacaerys Velaryon, your wretched little brother."

His endearing letter did not help the ache for Dragonstone. A smile burned your cheeks as you rubbed the dry paper between your fingers. You could smell the brimstone on the fibers, the sulfuric scent taking you home.

"My Lady," a servant gained your attention, taking your focus off the sweet words. "The men should be returning from their hunts in the Kingswood soon. I would suggest we start readying you for the tourney later today."

You nodded wordlessly, giving them a tight-lipped smile as you put Jace's letter next to Daemon's. You will be sure to write them both later.

You were confident Jace would love to hear how the tourney went. He had always gravitated toward stories of knights in shining armor valiantly jousting for a lady's favor. He had spoken several times about wanting to participate in the events. That was the only thing that pushed him to pursue the sword, other than your mother's and father's orders.

You could picture your little brother atop a white steed, armor resembling a dragon with a lance in his hand, asking for the favor of one special noble girl. The image brought a genuine grin to your face. Jace was always the gentleman his Mother taught him to be.

You wanted to stand out amongst the crowd of green royals you were sure to be seated with. It was to be your first public appearance since your legitimization, and you had to make an impression. You allowed your ladies to bathe you, and upon your exit from the tub, you requested one to show you the variety of gowns you had brought. Black was always the most innovative option, representing the colors of your House, and there were plenty to choose from, thankfully. It was only a matter of which one.

You decide to help your decision by considering the weather and environment. Most of the gowns you had were thick for the constant chill of Dragonstone and would indeed have you draped over a chair with a fan to cool off despite the changing seasons. That had only left you with a few options, which immensely helped. It had revealed a dress you once deemed too scandalous to wear in your family's presence.

It was not typical Westerosi fashion. Rhaenyra had commissioned a tailor in Dorne to create a gown when you officially became of bedding age.

You could tell it was something she had longed to wear as a girl, a freeing and rebellious design, but etiquette and her position would not allow her to wear such exotic clothing. You did agree with her that it was stunning. The deep plunging 'v' of the neckline certainly accentuated your breasts and made them much more pleasing to the eye as your maids tightened the strings in the back.

The fabric was a combination of red with an overlay of black lace. Golden thread held the seams together, and a matching cape to your shoulders, leaving your arms bare. Pieces of Aurelian were sewn on the shoulder pads of it, looking like crumpled yellow leaves that cascaded down your biceps. A circled belt of silver was delicately snitched around your waist, the excess of the metal resting between your legs.

After you were dressed, the servants ushered you to the vanity, holding the draping fabric so it did not catch as they began to fix your ebony hair. They elected not to put it in its usual braided style, instead rolling and twisting the long strands onto themselves until they reached the base of your head, pinning it to your head. It was simple, and you immensely enjoyed the freedom it gave to your range of motion.

Next, they adorned you with matching jewelry and a delicate headpiece that arched over the crown of your head. A necklace of a curled golden dragon wrapped around the hollow of your throat, a long needlelike chain attached to it as a polished metal fang hung at the end. They then slid a hammered bronze cuff on your wrist and rings of the same color, dragonglass, and rubies for its gems. The ladies applied the final touch of makeup to your skin, a fine powder to rid the shine from your nose, a dusting of rouge, and a hint of rose-colored balm to your lips.

You felt like the Targaryen princesses of centuries past, the blood of old Valeryia pumping your heart.

You would give anything for your Mother to see you now, dressed in the traditional colors of her House. Though you couldn't hide your relief in Daemon not being here, you were sure he would've made you change or barred your door to stop you from escaping in such scandalous garb. You stood, finding the dagger Daemon had gifted you and the belt it was connected with. You hooked it around your waist, adjusting it to be just out of view.

Your servants stared at you in awe, more amazed by their work than you as you grabbed the wreath of black charm lilies and black crystal pansies you requested to give your favor to the knights who asked. You didn't believe any of them would but knew it was proper to have one nonetheless. You smiled at your ladies, conveying your gratefulness through your unusual eyes. You turned, facing the three women, your cape resembling a waterfall.

"I believe I haven't inquired of your names yet," you prompted, looking them over. The youngest of three fiddled with the hem of her white apron, avoiding your gaze. "I do apologize for that. You all have been very kind to me."

"I am Jeyne," the oldest spoke first, giving you a curtsy. Grey hair poked from under her servant cap, wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes.

"I am Fiora," the next one spoke, bowing. She appeared not much older than you, with bright green eyes and a splash of tan freckles on her nose and cheekbones.

You would guess the youngest girl, around Jace's age, continued playing with her clothes, muttering a meek "Dyana" and quickly bending her legs. You frowned at her response, sensing her anxiety, and reached for her tiny fingers, rough and dry with callouses.

"You need not be frightened, Dyana. I am not as wicked as the whispers claim me to be," you jested with a grin. She returned it, but it did not reach her eyes. A pang of sadness struck your chest as your gaze flicked over her as if you could understand the reason for her apprehension at a glance.

"My Ladies," you said, standing and clasping your hands in front of you as you bowed your head. "It is a pleasure to become acquainted finally. I am sure we will become close during my stay here." You smiled at all of them once more, your attention resting briefly on the meek fair skinned girl. "If any of you need something from me in the meantime, no matter how small or trivial, I will be at your service as you are to me."

The three shared bewildered expressions, Fiora's mouth agape as all muttered their thanks.

You supposed their reaction was understandable. They had never been treated like people before, almost making you feel bad for your motives.

Your plan would not hurt them in the long run. If anything, they would most likely be grateful to have a princess as an ally. Most nobles did not realize how much of their life depended upon the people serving them, not considering that they saw and heard everything within their homes. You would be a fool not to take advantage of that during such tumultuous times.

"Well," you clapped your palms together, giddy to finally have that out of the way, "I have grown rather famished and wish for some snacks before I watch men get rammed with sticks." Jeyne grinned, and Fiora bit her pink lips at your crude words. "I know that this is not proper, but I truly am in the dark. If you would not mind, could you lead me to the kitchens? I frequented them much at Dragonstone, as midnight snacking is a vice of mine, and wish to know where they are when the cravings emerge."

Knowing your next moves hinged on their response, you had planned those words carefully. You needed to tell them something that they believed was a secret. Daemon had told you once that revealing something one would deem embarrassing, that displaying vulnerability to a fellow human would have them drop their defenses, but if they were smart enough to realize this, it would ruin everything.

Fiora gave a toothy grin, nodding vigorously before looking at her companions. The other two shared the same smile. Through those actions, you could quickly tell what her personality was. She was a giddy and sweet girl, albeit a bit more susceptible than someone of her age should be. The other women followed along. Her joy was contagious as they approached the kitchens with you on their heels.

A self-satisfied smirk replaced the kind smile you wore for your servants.

Everything was going according to how you imagined it. Your maids took kindly to you, and as you traversed the long hallways and steps of the Keep, each passing nobleman and servant noticed your presence. One Lady gasped as you rounded a corner and met face-to-face, quickly scurrying away like a scared field mouse. A man who stood over a full head taller than you raked his eyes over your form, his attention staying on your breasts long enough for Jeyne to notice. She silently stepped before you could truly capture his face, only noting his long black hair and eyes.

Servants bustled throughout the kitchens, some throwing large pieces of dough on a floured table, others running with plates of food and ingredients in their hands. None of them paid attention as you entered, hidden behind the uniformed girls, having to duck beneath a misplaced stone in the stairwell ceiling.

Jeyne, Dyana, and Fiora led you through an archway into a room filled with even more people who still did not notice you, peeling carrots, potatoes, and other vegetables. You felt your chest deflate in defeat at your seemingly unimportant presence, not anticipating them to continue their tasks and not spare you a glance. It was not every day a member of the royal family graced them with their appearance.

It almost felt like the servants of the Keep did not see you as a Targaryen but as just another one of them. Your mouth soured at the thought, digging your nails into your palms until they left imprints. It would be best if you were happy to see them collectively agree you were not like the rest of your kin, but still, not receiving the recognition you tried so hard for was gutting. You could feel your body deflating, curling in on itself as your previous confidence dwindled.

No matter, you told yourself. This can work to my advantage.

They saw you as not someone to be feared, and perhaps you could extend those same opinions toward your Mother. Rhaenyra needed everyone who resided in the Red Keep to be on her side when she ascended the throne, the nobles who lived at court, and the knights who protected and defended the Targaryen name. Everyone was needed.

Jeyne handed you a peach from off the wooden table a male servant used to cut some vegetables, smiling as your thumb stroked the fuzzy skin. You could still remember when fruits such as that were unavailable to you, though these memories were faint and grew more difficult to recall as time passed. Dyana then found a jug of cider, filling a small goblet up to wash down the sweet taste that danced on your tongue, and Fiora used the corner of her apron to wipe the stray juices that dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. You smiled at them both gratefully, fighting on the inside not to swat their doting hands away, feeling like a child again.

You sucked the last bit of the pulp from the large seed before removing it from your lips and throwing it in the bucket they used for scraps. You continued to sip on the brass goblet Dyana had given you, following them from out of the kitchens and into a courtyard you had never seen before. It was lined with pens filled with livestock. Sheep, pigs, goats, and chickens belting, chirping, and snorting as you passed.

You were still determining exactly where the tourney would be held but had yet to hear of the vast and spacious arena it was. You knew you would be sitting inside the royal box next to the other noble members of your family, and you couldn't hide how less than joyful that made you feel. You did wonder if the King would be there, knowing that what the Maester and Otto said were complete lies about his health. Some of you still held onto hope that there was some truth in their deceitfulness. Indeed, they couldn't be so bold as to say something that could easily be disproven with one's eyes. The next Council meeting would undoubtedly be an eventful one.

Your ladies led you back inside an entrance of the castle you had never seen before, urging you to follow their steps and assuring you were close. Soon, the low rumbling of voices could be heard. Different pitches and accents all melted into one continuous barrage of sound as you ascended the stairs to your seat.

The first leg of the tourney was set to begin in a short while, and most of the royal family had already made their appearance. Even the eldest prince sat in a high back chair, practically falling asleep with a cup of wine in his hand. A slight grin formed on your face at the endearing sight, appearing as if you were looking at a babe rather than a man grown. His perfectly pink lips stuck out in a pout, a sigh escaping as he adjusted in his seat.

You were standing above him diagonally on the top riser and could see every huff, and every scoff he made as his Mother spoke to him, but Aegon could not see you. Queen Alicent said straight ahead, not looking at him as you saw her permanent scowl. It was her firstborn's name day, which should be celebrated with nothing but smiles and laughs. One would think she would be happy for such an occasion.

Aegon said something to his Mother that made her snap her head in his direction, ready to offer him some choice words as she saw you.

You could hear the gasp leaving Alicent clutching the pointed star of the Seven glued to her neck. You swore by the sound she made she had not seen you but the Stranger himself as her face paled. The Queen whispered something as she quickly looked away. Aegon was just as shocked as you regarding his Mother's reaction. He thought she might faint as he swiftly turned to see what it was all about.

Your gazes looked at one another, and your cheeks reddened under his stare. You felt your heart flutter in your chest, offering him a quick curtsey as you walked to an open seat at the lowest riser, crossing your legs as you adjusted the dagger at your hip.

Aegon had died. Well, it certainly felt like it when he laid his eyes on you. For once, his vision was clear and not yet clouded by the drink, and he could see your perfectly crafted body. He immediately went to the plunging neckline of your dress; how could he not? Your breasts were right there where he could see, noticing how much bigger they were than he initially imagined. He then noticed the curled golden dragon around your neck, reminding him of his own, Sunfyre. Had you chosen that for him? Did you purposefully put that on with him in mind? Aegon could feel his cock harden at the thought.

He watched you descend the giant stone steps, holding your skirts up so you did not trip as he saw your bare ankles. He could hardly contain the twitch of his hips at the sight. Aegon had been with many women in his life, too many to count, and yet seeing just a peak of your hidden skin had him nearly spilling in his breeches.

He thought back to your moment in the Godswood. Underneath the Heart Tree, the fragments of the sunrise peeking through the leaves dotted your skin with beautiful rays of yellow. One had been over your eyes, and Aegon had seen your pupils shrink and reveal more of the purple that bathed there. He never wanted to leave that moment with you. He wanted to stay forever underneath that tree, trace the scars on your skin, and kiss every part of you until he had you squirm underneath him.

Aegon remembered how your breathing hastened as your jaw trembled at his touch, your face contorted into a gorgeous pout as he pulled your lip with his thumb. He noticed how you were clenching your thighs together even though you had no idea. Nothing had changed between the two of you, he realized. Aegon knew you desired him as much as he desired you. You just did not know it yet.

Gods. He wanted to take the empty seat next to you so badly but knew what his Mother would say if he did-- what she would do if he did. So, instead, he signaled for a serving girl to fill his chalice to the brim, drowning his sorrows in Arbor Red.

***

You felt rather pathetic as you shifted in your seat, the wood creaking with your weight as you still held your wreath of flowers. You could sense everyone's eyes on you and the empty chairs positioned at your sides. No one wanted to sit next to the bastard, you mocked in your head, feeling as if your eyes would pop out of your skull if you rolled them any harder.

It was the fifth round of the tourney, and five men had been knocked off their horses, but no fighting had ensued. Bracken, Tully, Arryn, Tyrell, and Blackwood boys had to skulk back to the stables knowing they had lost.

The King had still yet to show if he was ever going to, and you had given a fierce glare at Otto Hightower a few rows up when he announced the tournament had officially started. You had caught the stare of Princess Helaena in the process and immediately softened, returning her kind smile before the One-Eyed Prince stole her. You made a mental note to see her at the feast the following evening, perhaps share a dance or two.

With the end of the fifth round started the sixth, and the vibrant lion banners of House Lannister were prominently displayed as Ser Tyland entered the arena. He sat atop his chestnut horse, trotting over to the squire that held his lance. He approached the royal box, and you thought for a moment he might ask you for your favor. You couldn't hide the distance as he smiled up at you but turned his face away, looking at someone behind you.

"I am Ser Tyland of House Lannister," he announced.

Yes, you twat, you said internally, we know who you are. You live here.

"Princess Helaena," he called, and she looked up from her fingers to the man below her. His voice nearly made you vomit. "Would you do me the honor of bestowing your favor for the next round, Princess?" he asked chivalrously.

She glanced at her grandsire beside her, and he nodded in approval as she stood, her pale yellow dress shining in the autumn sun.

"Of course," she smiled, walking to the steps to place her ring of white and blue flowers on the pole of his lance.

"I thank you, your Grace," he replied and then trotted back to the waiting young squire.

Helaena stood there momentarily, her eyes glassy as she looked at you. It didn't feel like her gaze was on you, but more looking through you as she whispered. "Heed the beast within the deep. Rock runs red, and rocks bleed."

You looked at her confused, brows furrowing, and reached for her hand, asking her to speak louder. She quickly smacked it away, her eyes widening in fear as if she was suddenly woken from a dream, and she hurried up the steps.

You didn't have time to dwell on Helaena's outburst as Ser Tyland Lannister's opponent entered the wring. His armor was an impenetrable crepuscule steel and as shiny as the scales that covered your dragon's flesh, a helmet the same color with a mane of yellow hairs spanning from his crown to the base of his neck. His banners were ones you had only seen on paper. Most of the fabric was black, just like his thick armor, but the sigil was a deep golden kraken with ten long tentacles, nearly spanning the entire flag. The squid-like beasts of House Greyjoy were said to terrorize the depths of the oceans and sink the ships of those unsuspecting.

You were unsure of which Greyjoy it was. Dalton or Veron or maybe a cousin or some distant kin that shared the name. You didn't care who it was. They were just another lord or knight seeking fame inside a wood and dirt stadium.

You signaled for a servant, and he gave you a chalice of wine as you slumped in your seat. You didn't want to cloud your mind with alcohol, always the one to be alert and observe things other people may not notice, but this was getting rather irksome, and you needed something to do other than sit and look pretty.

"Ser Dalton of House Greyjoy," the knight said, his horse a dusty grey color as he lifted his helmet off his head. You ignored him with confidence that it was not you he was speaking to, taking another gulp of wine as you swirled the drink.

Dalton was a fierce and ruthless man. You had heard his stories of his youth sailing the Basilisk Isles with his late uncle, pillaging the towns there. He had somehow claimed a Valyrian steel sword named Nightfall during those plunders. At one point, he had aided in the battle of the Stepstones as a sellsail, where his uncle was murdered. It had been rumored in a fit of vengeance, he killed every enemy within his sight and emerged from the battle victorious and drenched in blood. Since then, he bore the title of the Red Kraken.

"I come seeking the favor of the bastard girl the court speaks so much of." A collective gasp sounded in the royal box, shocked at his words.

You barked out a laugh at Ser Dalton, attempting not to choke on the liquid you just swallowed. You should have been insulted at him for calling you such a name. In the eyes of the law and the Seven, you were no longer a bastard, but clearly, that did not stop people from claiming you as such.

"You have found her, Ser Dalton of House Greyjoy," you mocked, crossing your legs as you began to play with a small leaf. You smiled as you noticed the maroon outline of his House sigil on his breastplate.

Everything thing about him was dark and menacing. He radiated an aura of malevolence from the inside as if you would cut him open; he would not bleed the same red. "Though, I do not think you deserve my favor after calling me such a name." Men and women released more gasps, and you could hear someone muttering a soft "Gods be good" under their breath.

You waited for the following apology, but it did not come, leaving you sitting there like a fool. You hummed in disapproval, pushing yourself upright.

"I am no longer a bastard girl," you stood, holding the flower wreath between your fingers, "but that of a woman born from a night of sinful heat and passion. I am skilled with the blade and well-read. I study history, philosophy, and the politics of the realm." Ser Dalton's onyx gaze crept from your leather slippers to the white streak in your hair. He watched you step closer and lean over the railing so only he could hear you. "I am not just a simple fucking bastard girl."

He watched the words roll off your tongue, gripping his lance tighter with parted lips as you placed the circle of black and wine-colored flowers on it.

You fixed your spine, staring down your nose at the bannerman before you. "Win this joust Ser Dalton of House Greyjoy, and I will forgive the slight you have made upon me. For I am afraid if you do not, the sand of the Iron Islands shall turn to glass, and your Salt Wives will finally be free. You have my favor and my luck." You flicked your wrist as you walked back to your seat. "Off with you."

"Thank you, Princess. You honor me deeply." He lifted the fist that carried his helmet and crossed it over his chest, bowing his head with an amused smirk.

You sat down, grabbed the cup you had been working on, and asked the servant to fill it again, unbothered with his courtly manners. Ser Dalton placed his helmet back on and readied his horse for the first bout.

You almost chuckled at the sight, drink to your lips. Sitting on his horse, he looked like a nasty black pony with a yellow mane, ready to bite and kick anyone nearby. His whole get-up was quite ridiculous as you continued to watch.

Ser Tyland's armor was so very much... Lannister. There was no other word to describe the style. He wore a long red flowing cape, his dense silver breastplate trimmed with gold in the shape of a lion.

An announcer with a sizeable brass horn stepped onto a wooden platform a few meters before the royal box. He wore a plum-colored hat with a dyed feather and an off-white tunic dampened with sweat and stained with dust as he shouted the outlining phrases for the beginning of this round. He introduced each House and their respective ranks within them.

"Ser Dalton of House Greyjoy, Lord Reaper of Pyke, conqueror of thirteen Salt Wives, Lord of the Iron Islands," he boomed into the sky, swaying his hand to the right side of the arena to where the man was. He paused to let the crowd shout their praises.

Screams and hollers of people echoed loudly, drowning out the announcer as he introduced Tyland next. You could see the proud Lannister boy's ego was hurt at the apparent favoritism, and you feigned a pout at the sight.

Finally, he blew his horn, signaling they could begin. Ser Dalton did not waste a breath in fear as he charged at Ser Tyland, his yellow-striped lance already bent and ready to take his opponent off his horse. You scoffed, taking another sip of the sickly sweet wine.

If he planned to knock Tyland down on his first try, he clearly did not comprehend the point of a joust. You did not understand why the audience would love him if he intended to get this over swiftly. This was supposed to be entertainment and not battle. It was meant to be a spectacle for the crowd, a break from the mundane life of the court.

At the last second, as Dalton and Tyland were about to collide stick to the chest, Ser Dalton lifted his lance straight. Ser Tyland's breezed past his rival, completely missing his goal with a cheer from the crowd. You mirrored their sentiments but did not show it on the outside, only adjusting in your seat with a soft sigh. You saw Dalton to the left now, and if you did not know any better, smirked at you. Arrogant, just like the Lannisters.

They went at it again, the hooves of their steeds thundering on the packed earth. This time neither of them started with their poles down, only for Ser Tyland to raise it at the last moment and knock Ser Dalton in the shoulder. Sadly, he did not fall off his horse and only lost his grip on the lance, dragging a line in the dirt. You laughed, pleased to have witnessed at least some bruising to the man's pride.

You tried your best to ignore the stares of those behind you. They had been on you since you sat. No doubt, if you looked, you would only be met with aversion and disgust. You steeled yourself, moving from your slouched position to rest your hands on the arms of the chair.

Aegon was part of the stares, though his expression differed significantly from the others. His Mother had cast him a sidelong glance at his reaction, and only then did he outwardly calm. He had been inside his mind until the squid boy approached you, asking for your favor. He even had the gull to call you a bastard! In front of nearly the entire court of the Red Keep! Oh, how Aegon wanted to call his dragon and burn the fish to pieces.

It also did nothing to soothe him when he saw you lean over the box fence, telling the squid boy only something he could hear. He knew your breasts were on display for the man judging by his hungry gaze. At one point, Aegon swore he saw him adjust his stance in the saddle.

Aegon was furious. His nails dug into his seat's material, feeling splinters wedge underneath them. He stole a pitcher of wine from a servant, keeping it on his lap so he could have continued access to it.

He was so, so furious as he watched your sudden interest in the tournament. He knew you were only mesmerized by the men in front of you because Ser Dalton gave you attention. Aegon wasn't upset over that; no, he was upset over the fact that the Lord of Pyke had won the round by hitting Tyland Lannister straight into the chest, sending him flying into the dust. He noticed how your shoulders lifted with barely contained excitement as he watched Ser Dalton send a bow your way.

He groaned, not filtering his discontent for the rest of the rounds that unfolded, which, sadly, each one Ser Dalton was the victor of. Eventually, the final bout started. His opponent was a Glover boy from the north, unsure of which one, but it didn't matter as he witnessed the Red Kraken get thrown from his horse. Aegon couldn't help but cheer theatrically at the sound of the lance splintering when colliding with his stomach.

He had caught your sudden gaze then, brown eyes flitting over how he stood and clapped his hands. You didn't smile but gave him a look of confusion, your thick brows furrowing. He had felt his jubilance subside, but only slightly.

Suddenly, Ser Dalton shouted, yanking a sword and shield from his squire and challenging the victor to a duel. Aegon felt his stomach sink into his chair as a strand of his blonde mane obscured his vision. Oh, splendid, he mused; the squid has pride.

The Glover had taken up the challenge without strife, still proudly wearing the banner of his House on his back. Aegon wondered if you had ever witnessed a duel before. He knew you had taken a life, but it was not the same as watching someone do it. Selfishly, he dreamed you would turn away at the sight and seek comfort from him, but that was all it was... a dream.

You watched with surprise as the Glover's and Dalton's swords clashed, the clang ringing in your ears. Each slash and thud of their metal longswords sent a jolt through your bones, curling your toes and squeezing your drink in a vice-like grip. You hated to admit that you felt nervous, your heart beating just a little too fast to be considered normal.

Ser Dalton's swings were wild but held a skillful precision, connecting with the Glover's side. It knocked the wind out of the poor boy's lungs and had him raising his shield as Dalton kicked it, sending him stumbling further.

He was so savage, so bloodthirsty that it made you shiver. You finally understood why he was called the Red Kraken, and you feared for the Glover's life. Surely, he wouldn't kill the boy; you hoped he wouldn't. The poor lad looked like he had just become a man. He was much shorter than Dalton but still taller than you, and he looked like this was his first tourney. You wished he would yield.

Ser Dalton swung at the boy, his armored fist connecting to his jaw with a nauseating crunch of bone and metal. Confidently, he kicked to disoriented teen in the stomach, knocking him to the ground, his sword falling just out of reach. He went to pull his shield to defend himself, but Dalton stomped on the arm that carried it. You could see how the Kraken stood over the Armored Glove, unable to hear what he said to him. You didn't need to. You knew what came next, and it did not frighten you. The Glover lost the duel as the Greyjoy raised his sword, cutting off the words that attempted to leave his tongue with a blade to the throat.

It was bloody. So very bloody. The essence of the Glovers' life force spurted from his body onto the face of Ser Dalton Greyjoy, dripping from his chin. You heard the gasps of those around you, a platter dropping at the horrific show as the ground became saturated with red. You didn't feel sad as you watched two people drag his body away, the crowd bursting into cheers and applause. In fact, you felt hardly anything, sitting as if nothing had happened as the announcer raised Ser Dalton's hand in triumph. You were used to death by now.

To the outside person, you looked alright, but Aegon knew you were anything but. Your knuckles blanched around your drink, resting it in your lap. He felt foolish to think you would shy away from such things. He knew you were much more robust than that, but still, he hoped you would run to him.

Everything next seemed to happen in slow motion. Aegon watched the crown of roses intended for the Queen of Love and Beauty be placed into Dalton's bloodied palms, strutting over to the royal box as he called out the most beautiful name he had ever heard... Yours.

His little one. His love.

Aegon went to jump out of his seat, but the firm hand of his Mother yanked his arm, abruptly pulling him back down before he could mock the royal family with his outburst. He wanted to rip his Mother off him and run to you. He wished to hide you from the hundreds of eyes staring at you. This wasn't right. He panicked. This cannot be right. You were his, and he was yours until the end of days.

He pictured what Ser Dalton's head would look like on a spike as you walked down the stairs and onto the small platform below. He watched the Salt Lord's eyes rake across your body as he placed the crown on your head, whispering something that made you clench your fists.

Everyone knew what this meant grandiose display meant. The Lord Reaper of Pyke intended to court his pretty girl and make a Salt Wife out of her. No, Aegon thought. That will never do.

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I hope y'all liked this chapter. It's an exciting one! We've met a new character, Dalton Greyjoy. He plays a big part in The Dance of Dragons. I won't spoil it for anyone, but let's say his heart runs black… The next chapter is the feast for our baby boy's 20th birthday! Let's hope Aegon gets everything he wishes for.

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sunnycanvas · 4 months

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Hi! I'm craving for a little drama here so if i could please request to write about Baldwin choosing between the woman he loves and the woman that was promised to marry him.

The woman he loves stayed with him all this time before and after his leprosy miraculously healed while the one promised to him, refused him at first and come back now that he is healed.

I know this is a long request but this idea has been in my head for days. Thanks and have a nice day😊💕

"Knock" "Knock"

"Who is it?" called an authoritative voice from inside. "It's me (Y/N)" Baldwin felt a smile crept on his face when he heard her voice. "Come in" he spoke in his commanding tone. (Y/N) stepped in in her regal and dignified manner. The servants knowing about their relationship. Took their cue to leave. Baldwin meanwhile had his smile frozen in his face. "Ma Chérie, what happened?"

(Y/N) POV:

"Ever so smart Baldwin, you immediately caught my sour mood" "Even though no one else could read it" "Perhaps that's why I am so attracted to him". I pondered to myself.

"When were you going to tell me" I asked irefully. Baldwin grew anxious fearing about the possibility of me knowing. "That confirms it" I interrupted his thoughts. Baldwin swallowed and cast down a look on his table feeling guilty. "When were you going to tell me about your engagement?". "Mon amour, please listen" Baldwin pleaded as he attempted to tuck my hair behind my ears a gesture I loved so much. "No" I asserted myself. "Answer my question first, When were you planning on telling on me?" "After the engagement or" I paused deeply contemplating next words. I smirked and said mockingly "After marriage, perhaps your majesty by the grace of god wanted to make me your mistress and dishonor me in front on the entire nobility" I knew I hit a nerve when I saw Baldwin's eyes widen in dismay and anger. "Watch your words my lady" '"You and the entire court knows very well that I don't take disrespect well".

Exhausted I nodded my head and said "Please forgive me your majesty" "As your humble servant I should have known better"

Baldwin was once again overcome with guilt seeing your state. "(Y/N) I would never dishonor you like that, "atleast not intentionally." Tears rolled down my eyes I felt my entire world crumbling down in front me and I was helpless. "It's her, isn't it" "The princess whom you were betrothed during childhood" "Who cancelled her engagement when she found out about your disease" "The very princess who ridiculed you in front of entire court" "The very princess wh-" I stopped and sighed "What's the point of recalling" I thought as I looked at him in pain. "Ma Chérie, please understand Jerusalem needs allies".

"Is it her?" I questioned not bothering to hear his explanation. "Yes" he confirmed. I attempted to leave as Baldwin tried to grab my shoulder. I finally was able to brush of his hands and left the room.

William of Tyre POV:

"Father William may I come in" I was suprised to see my student here. "My king, you need not need permission" "You are always free to visit me as you please". The king entered looking distressed. "You look much better than the last time I saw you". "Lady (Y/N) sure has done excellent job". Seeing the king not in cheerful self made at the mention of his beloved made me realise why he came to visit me. "I do love her but I can't choose her over my crown". I smiled as I sadly recalled my memories of my old friend. "Your father was also in similar situation" "Your father King Amalric I of Jerusalem did not wish to divorce your mother but the high court wouldn't listen to him". "Your father too chose crown over love and ensured that his wife got a dispention that nobody questions her morality" "You were so young almost two" "Your father remarried when you were eight" "He purposefully alienated the patriarch responsible for annulment" "Your majesty your father did genuinely love your mother" "I could tell he was genially upset but helpless just like you" "It did hurt me to see my friend in so much in pain and I couldn't do anything" "Your majesty I don't want to go through same thing" "Those who don't learn mistakes from history are bound to repeat it but if his majesty feels this is the best option so be it".

Baldwin POV:

I became quite as I took careful consideration. I did regret my parents annulment and could tell despite my mother marrying multiple times. She was always unhappy

"(Y/N)" I thought of her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. I recalled when everybody gave up on me even my physician she stood by my side. Even when I believed like every one else that I was disfavored by God she made me believe otherwise. When I despised my rotten flesh she taught me to love myself. The day and nights she spent awake tirelessly working for me. Fought anyone who bad mouthed me. "How could I leave such a wonderful person" I thought. "I never intented to cause her pain and thought of prolonging the news to tell her. Alas! I was too late. She looked to exhausted. The woman whom I knew as one of mentally strong woman looked defeated. She didn't even beg me to stay. "You are right Father William, I will not repeat the same mistakes my parents did" "I will fight for her just like she fought for me"

(Y/N) POV:

Baldwin came running to me excitedly. "I wonder what it could be". "(Y/N)" Baldwin came over to me excitedly and held out a beautiful ring "I remember how you taught me to fight in tough times" "How god gives toughest fight to his bravest soldier" "(Y/N) please forgive my mistake" "I should have been able to stood up for you" "There has to be a way, we will find" "(Y/N), please make happiest man alive by being wife, queen consort of Jerusalem". "I shall honor and cherish you as long I lived. "I looked at him sadly and said "You are too late I already am betrothed to someone else".

"What!" Baldwin looked at you in anger, shock and pain

I nooded and said "I was so upset at you that I wanted to get back to you so after I left I proposed to someone else" "He immediately agreed to marry me"

"Who!" Baldwin growled angrily as he cluthched the ring. He looked a trembling mess a sight I thought I would never see

"Tiberias"

"Raymond iii, Count of Tripoli"

"Yes"

#baldwin iv #baldwin iv imagine #baldwin iv x reader #kingdom of heaven #kingdom of heaven fanfic #kingdom of heaven 2005 #kingdom of heaven fanfiction #kingdom of heaven fandom #kingdom of heaven headcanons #king baldwin iv

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 10 months

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Song of Crickets

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MC is having trouble sleeping

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW

Good ol' angst and comfort

Word count: 1,928

A/N: I wanted to polish this and post it during breaks while working on the bigger fic I'm finishing up atm. I was cleaning out my drafts and found this short, self-indulgent fluff thing that's been sitting mostly finished for a long time. Sorry if it's boring! I like it even if nobody else does :)

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The sounds of night had once lulled MC to sleep, but that time was long gone. She used to be enchanted by the sounds of crickets and the distant cries of owls, but nighttime had become a harbinger of terror. She did everything in her power to put off sleeping until the wee hours of the morning when her body physically refused to continue on. Even when she did let sleep's grip pull her under, she would only last a few hours at a time. Her dreams were filled with visions of everything terrifying, violent and regrettable she had done that year to earn the regrettable nickname of "Hero of Hogwarts." Her waking hours were spent preparing for OWLs and drowning out her thoughts spending time with friends.

MC and Ominis had spent the entirety of their Friday evening together in the Room of Requirement. Their friends had invited them to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeers, but the pair had politely declined. MC and Ominis had scarcely gotten the chance to be a typical adolescent couple after everything that had happened in their fifth year of school. MC could think of nothing better than an evening spent in each other’s arms, kissing his perfect lips and talking about nothing in particular.

The late May air had drifted in through opened windows in the Room of Requirement for hours, and when the sun had fully set and the air turned chill, MC nestled into Ominis' side under his robe. As she listened to his voice echo in his chest while he described a particularly devious prank on Duncan Hobhouse, she felt at peace. The pair had enjoyed an evening of conversation and romance, talking about everything from their most embarrassing mistakes in class that year to what they wanted to do as adults. Ominis had reclined against the couch and pulled MC to his chest, arms around her lovingly as he reached one hand up to indolently run his fingers through her hair and kiss the crown of her head now and then.

As the evening drew to a close, Ominis rolled to lay MC gently on the couch, stood and stretched. "I suppose we ought to go back to the dormitories. I don't even want to know how late it is."

MC looked up at him and felt a tug in her throat. Her blissful thoughts evaporated as quickly as his warmth fading from her skin. "Just a while longer couldn't hurt, could it?"

Ominis chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "You've said that at least three times now, my little hummingbird. I adore spending time with you, but I’m very tired. Perhaps we should pick this up tomorrow morning. We can find more things to do, just you and I. What about a walk to Hogsmeade? I would love to find some sweets to buy for you, and I certainly wouldn't be opposed to a butterbeer or two."

MC stared off into nothing. Spending more time with him in the morning was exactly what she needed, but it was the interim that gave her distress.

When he didn't hear her say anything, Ominis grew concerned. "What is it, MC? Are you feeling all right?"

MC’s words became stuck in her throat and, knowing he could not actually see her, she shook her head as she sat up to draw her knees up to her chest.

Hearing nothing, Ominis reached a hand out and placed it on her head. "It's only a few hours. Surely you can wait that long," he said reassuringly as he ran his fingers over her soft hair. When he heard quiet sniffling, he froze. "MC, please, speak to me—did I say something wrong?"

"No," MC furiously wiped her tears away, embarrassed at her outburst. "You've done nothing wrong. I'm being selfish, and you already have so much on your mind... never you worry. I think Hogsmeade is a lovely idea."

Ominis sighed and sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms again. Her body went limp against his chest. "Please tell me what's on your mind. The others tell me you look as if you haven't been sleeping well lately. I thought you might just be anxious about your OWLs, but now I'm worried. You're never like this."

"It's just..." MC paused to sniffle, "I haven't been able to sleep properly for weeks now. It’s selfish, but I don't want this evening with you to end because I'll be alone again."

Ominis leaned back and held her by her shoulders. It was almost as if he was staring directly into her eyes, and it was utterly haunting. His face darkened with worry. "What happened to cause this? I might be able to pull some strings and get favors at St. Mungo's. If it's an illness or a curse, I would talk to them in a heartbeat for you and—MC, has someone hurt you? If someone has hurt you, I need to know. Merlin help the wretched soul who dares lay a hand on you and think they can get away with—"

"It's because of everything that’s happened," MC interrupted quietly. "Ranrok, Rookwood, even that slimy Harlow... and dear Sebastian, too. I'm terrified of being alone in Hogsmeade, especially near the wandmaker's shop. I can't stomach my memories of Rookwood... and the things I've seen—Merlin. Lodgok, the dozens of poachers I've simply extinguished without a second thought, the innocent victims of Ranrok... and Uncle Solomon."

"You should have told me." Ominis tried to admonish her, but the words came out as despair. "I care about you as much as life itself, and I think I ought to know things like this."

"But you seem to have taken things so well," MC mumbled. "I didn't want to bother you with my own troubles. Before tonight, we hadn't had a romantic moment together in so long. I didn't want to ruin our evening with something like that."

"Taken it well?" Ominis felt a twinge of frustration. "How could I have taken any of this well at all? I lost Solomon as well, and now that I've lost both Anne I might as well have lost Sebastian, too. He never speaks, barely attends classes... How could anyone take that well?"

His scolding surprised MC and, realizing she had ruined the end of their evening despite her best efforts by frustrating him, felt utter despair. In a selfish moment, she wished he could see the tears that welled in her eyes. She leaned forward and buried her face in Ominis' shoulder, gripping the back of his robe over his shoulder blades and letting loose sobs that shook her entire body as weeks of anguish, frustration and exhaustion finally boiled over. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

In a panic, Ominis immediately held her tight and rubbed her back, hushing her and rocking her gently. "It’s all right. Please, don’t worry. Just breathe.” With every shudder, every shake of her breath, he felt a sting of her pain. He held her head to his shoulder, tenderly pressing his lips into her hair. "You must be feeling tremendous stress. It has been difficult, hasn't it?" A lump formed in his throat so quickly, he could do little to stop his voice breaking. "Unbearably difficult."

The only other sound in the room to accompany MC’s tears was the dull thrum of crickets and the night breeze from outside, and Ominis suddenly felt as if they were both impossibly small against the rest of the world. He thought of the scriptorium, Aunt Noctua, the catacomb and losing the entire Sallow family in three separate, cruel ways. Neither he nor MC had been the same since winter, and he felt tears sting his own eyes. He melted into MC, holding her as if he might lose her, too. "I'm here. Please, you don't have to do this alone... I don't want either of us to be alone. Not after everything that’s happened to us.”

“All I seem to do is tempt danger and pain. There are so many people I couldn’t help, and now I see them every night. I’m scared that, eventually, I’ll fail you, too. I don’t want to only see you in my dreams.” MC’s tears began anew, unable to form words. Ominis gathered her up in his arms and pulled her onto his lap. He rested his chin on her head and noticed how small she felt, still shivering and crying.

“Hush, my darling,” Ominis whispered. “You don’t need to be perfect. Protecting others is noble—I admire you more than you could ever know for it—but please don’t throw your life away needlessly for it. Remember that I want to be with you, too. Were you suddenly not in it, my life would be little more than a pale shadow of what it is now. I promise you won't fail me like that. I need you.”

“I need you too,” MC’s voice quavered as she gripped the hem of his robe.

Even as their breathing eventually slowed and their trembling faded, his hold on her remained fast.

“I’m sorry you have to think about this too,” MC finally mumbled. “I know you suffer because of your family and everything that’s happened. I don’t want to burden you.”

Ominis squeezed her shoulder. “Please don’t hold these things inside you on my account. I love you, and while I wish the circumstances under which we met were better, you are a light in my life. You mean an indescribable amount to me. I would do anything if it meant you were happy.”

Ominis could feel the muscles in MC’s back begin to soften at his words, and her grip on his robe loosened. He traced a hand up the side of her face and lovingly swept away whatever tears he could find. She sighed deeply and held his hand in place.

“Shall I stay with you here tonight? I promise I’ll chase off any bad dreams I can,” he said with a small smile.

MC sniffled once more. “Only if you want to. I would feel terribly if you didn’t sleep as well here as in your own bed.”

“Something tells me I’ll sleep quite well with you next to me,” he smiled.

Slipping his hand away from her face, Ominis unclasped his robe and let it fall from his shoulders. He draped it over MC and she nestled into it instantly. His robe always smelled freshly laundered with hints of his cologne and the sweet skin she had kissed so many times. She stared off into the opposite corner of the Room as she listened to his heartbeat.

“Now please, lay your weary head to rest. I'll be here by your side the whole night through. I promise.”

Ominis guided MC to lie down on her side, and he followed close behind, pressing himself to her back and draping an arm over her.

“And if I wake you with one of my bad dreams?” MC asked hesitantly as she took his hand and held it in both of her own.

“Then I shall hold you and kiss you until you are asleep again,” Ominis replied matter-of-factly. “Tonight, you needn’t worry about frightening dreams. I am your protector.”

For the first time in many nights, MC felt sleep come to her peacefully and quietly. The songs of crickets lulled her as she listened to Ominis’ breathing become slow and steady, and she closed her eyes with the confidence that the two of them would be all right.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #Isabel Greymoore

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gimme-a-man-after-midnight · 3 months

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my royal roomie (part 2) *sneak peek*

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Orm Marius x Reader

part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/gimme-a-man-after-midnight/693273500438429696/my-royal-roomie-pt-1?source=share

Summary: After a few days of living under your roof, Orm gets to know the little surface dweller he's been stuck with. With time, a stormy night, and a bottle of wine, the prince learns that he has more in common with you than he may think.

Warnings: female reader, slow burn, cursing, mentions of past emotional abuse, divorced parents!reader, dead parent, comic lore inaccuracies

Author's Note:

Hi y'all! I know I'm just about 1.5 years late in making this part 2...but I really do appreciate the support being shown for this fic! I want to make note now that my writing style has changed a bit in the time I've been away, but I hope the story is still to your liking! I'm already drafting up ideas for part 3 and hopefully more parts in the future once I watch the second movie. Look forward to more work in the future, but for now here's a first look at the next chapter!

Arthur was done - so done.

The newly crowned Atlantean king had so much on his plate already, what with his upcoming engagement underway and him having an entire kingdom to look after. While he did appreciate his little brother feeling comfortable enough to call him at such an ungodly hour, the words the blond uttered made him want to pull his hair out.

“I think I broke her - your human.”

“Bro, what?”

It was too fucking early for this.

“Don’t call me - agh, nevermind - something’s wrong with your human and I’m not sure how to approach the situation. Is this really an environment you believe me to find enrichment from? My host is clearly on the brink of some sort of breakdown and I-”

“Wow, I never took you for someone that was so easily shaken, brother.”

Arthur’s poorly timed quip makes Orm stare back at the projection call with a blank face.

“First off, she’s not my human, she’s her own person. Second, what did you even do? She’s not one to just collapse on her own - although she is a serial overthinker and could definitely talk herself to an early grave...”

Orm, frustrated with his half-brother’s lack of support, rolls his eyes over the call.

“Okay, okay, but seriously. Something must’ve set her off or triggered her to react in a way. You sure you didn’t do anything?”

“All I did was answer the door when she knocked. When she saw me at the entrance, she saw the sweater I was wearing and was overcome with emotion. That’s hardly my fault.”

Orm can see Arthur’s brows furrow in thought at the information, almost as if he’s assessing whether he’s been given the whole story or not.

“Well…where’d you get the sweater?”

“I hardly think that matters-”

“Just answer the question, bro-”

An exasperated grunt leaves Orm as he grips at the sheets beneath him in an attempt to contain himself. A part of him regretted bringing up the matter at all, communication with his half-brother being much too awkward to bear.

“I got it from the wooden wardrobe inside of my chambers! It was much more practical to wear than the flimsy garb-”

“Shit,” Arthur cuts him off, the hologram shifting as the man rubs at his eyes. “The wooden wardrobe with vines on the sides?”

It was Orm’s turn to be taken aback, unsure of how he knew the detail from off the top of his head.

“Yes, that’s the one.”

A muffled sigh comes from Arthur’s end, the image changing again as the king shuffles out of bed quietly to not disturb a sleeping Mera.

“Listen, dude. It’s not my place to speak on her business like this, but all I can say is that the wardrobe - that room - holds a lot of memories that are painful for her. I know you didn’t mean to bring them up, but that wardrobe is off limits. Just try and apologize for now, but don’t pry.”

“But why should I-”

“Orm, seriously! I get it, you don’t like being there - that you’ve spent every day in your room ever since I dropped you off, but she’s been trying. She’s been doing everything she can to get you out of your shell and you’re not giving back anything. There has to be some give here, and that can start with you saying sorry.”

Orm was surprised by the fact that Arthur knew of his daily whereabouts already, undoubtedly asking you for updates in him. However, what surprised him the most was that even though you have seemingly complained to his half brother, you never once suggested kicking him out - never demanded he leave your house and have Atlantis deal with him. You truly were a peculiar little thing.

“...fine. But don’t expect me to continue such niceties with her.”

A belly laugh could be heard from the over the call, surely out of amusement for the prince's unwavering coldness.

“Good. Now hang up, you disrupted my beauty sleep.”

With a scoff, Orm presses on the green gem of his wristlet and heads off to the direction of your bedroom.

#orm marius x reader #aquaman #aquaman imagine #orm marius x you #orm marius #arthur curry #arthur curry x reader #dceu

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modelbus · 2 years

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Hiii! May I request a romantic Tommyinnit x (male! if possible, but if not that's fine too!) reader where the reader is also a vlogger visiting NY.

Basically, one of Tommy's tasks is to find another vlogger and he comes across the reader who is filming a travel vlog? - Anon2

Absolutely! It's a little short, but I made up for it with a bit of a flirty reader :D

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Male!Reader

Viral Vlogger

Out of the many places you've been, New York City has to be among the busiest. Between the cars and people, a constant headache thrummed alongside the anxiety that came with traveling. The locals must be able to see some pattern that you can’t, hence why you escaped to a random park.

While being a vlogger, you’ve discovered a few important things. People look at you a little less weirdly if you call your vlog a movie, traveling alone is recipe for disaster, and parks are the best place to escape to. As long as the park wasn’t famous, that is.

Most tourists flocked to the more popular places, leaving the little parks behind. The locals, on the other hand, knew all the hidden gems and tended to find respite in the parks just like you did. Some of the best conversations you’ve ever had happened because you decided to hide in a park.

“Lighting here should be good enough.” You mumble to yourself.

Your cameraman and best friend was meeting with family, leaving you to record by yourself for the day. Normally you two were like the setup for a bad joke: two guys, a camera, and the sights of the world.

Holding out the camera, you do a little spin around to show off the park. “I know what you’re thinking. He’s done it again! He’s found another park! And yes, yes I have. Do I look like a city boy? Hell no. I’m hoping to be able to speak with some cool people today, get some insight on what really goes on in this city. As much as I love the sights of broadway and famous landmarks, this city is more than its looks. It’s the people. And you guys just love when I embarrass myself in front of people, so there’s also that.”

You laugh, glancing around to try and find someone who’s close and looks friendly.

“Excuse me?” The voice comes from behind you, making you jump. “Are you a vlogger?”

Turning, you find another guy with a camera pointed at you. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin. Looks like you have competition, huh?

“No, I just carry around this camera for fun.” You deadpan.

“Oh. Uh-“

“Yes, I’m a vlogger.”

“Aha! There can only be one vlogger around these parts, and that’s me!”

He’s British, something you missed the first times he spoke. With the newfound information that he’s both British and a vlogger, you take a closer look at him. Despite having weirdly blue eyes and nearly golden-blond hair, his defining feature has to be his smile.

“Who even are you?" You ask, going along with whatever joke he's playing.

With a fake gasp, he screams, "YOU BASTARD! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! I AM THE TOM SIMONS!"

Listen, you'd say you're pretty well versed in most of the travel vloggers out there. That being said, you've never heard of Tom Simons.

"Well, Tom Simons, I'm-"

"You're loser boy." He interrupts. "And I'm the king vlogger."

"Okay, if anyone here is the loser boy it's you."

"I AM A MAN!"

"There's no way you're older than nineteen."

His mouth opens and closes, and you know you've got him.

"I think I'll be taking your crown, child."

"Hey! You aren't older than nineteen either, you fucking bitch!"

"No, but I'm cooler."

For a second his angry expression drops to reveal a glimpse of a smile before it's back on. With a little bit of surprise, you realize you're enjoying messing around with him.

"And I'm hotter." He responds, fanning himself.

You literally cannot dispute that, seeing as you just called yourself cool. There's no way you're letting him win this now though. Not after you've gotten yourself invested.

"Maybe cuter."

Well, fuck. While it was a response, it wasn't the one that was meant to come out of your mouth. Flirting, really?

He's flushes red, turning away from you to face the camera. "Average Tom Simons viewer, am I right guys?"

The girl holding the camera covers her mouth to stop her laughter from being picked up by the mic. Tom turns back to you, a slightly different smile on now.

"So, you're vlogging New York City?"

"Yeah, I'm a travel vlogger." You answer.

"That's sick!" Maybe he wasn't a travel vlogger. That'd certainly explain why you'd never heard of him. "How long have you been here for?"

"A few days. You?"

"A whole ass week. I'm pretty much an expert now."

"Really? You should show me the best places around then, expert Tom Simons."

Flirting, but this time with a bit more tact. While you certainly hadn't come to NYC looking for love, you didn't mind possibly finding one. You were already crushing on him just from the fifteen minutes you've spent joking around!

"I will then, loser boy."

"Loser is one letter away from lover, you know."

Tom sputters before crossing his arms. He really never backed down.

"Fine then, lover boy. That was fucking cringe as shit. Fuck that. Let's just go explore the city together and have a whirlwind romance so I can forget you tomorrow."

You laugh, tucking your camera away. "Deal."

The next morning, you wake up with a text from a new contact in your phone. Guess he didn't forget you in a day after all.

One new message from Tom the NYC expert

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #mcyt #tommyinnit mcyt #tommy mcyt #male reader #mcyt imagine

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alt-king · 3 months

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Recently, I made playlists for my favourite Ac Valhalla characters, and I thought I would share some of them with you all. I also asked my friend @troublemakingrebel if they had any song suggestions they thought would fit certain characters and they gave some great songs! So I may have stolen a few of them for myself. 😚

And we'll start with our favourite rat man; Ivarr

Very simple, the name is why it's in Ivarr's playlist 🤣 But it's also a great song with a heavy beat (but not too heavy) that I think fits Ivarr perfectly. I can imagine this playing in background while the vikings stormed and plundered their way across England.

Another one that probably speaks for itself. I just really like it and I can totally imagine Ivarr preforming a blood eagle whenever I listen to this.

Only recently found out about this one from my friend @troublemakingrebel and I am absolutely obsessed with it. The whole song just screams Ivarr and I can invison so many things with it. It's *chefs kiss*

Ivarr is not only a King himself, but also a King Killer, so he's probably made a few people bow before him before. I like to imagine he's sitting on the fanciest of thrones, his face and axes covered in blood while the bodies of his enemies and the Kings he's killed are fallen around his feet. A crown also sits lopsided on his head and he's just proud of his work and everything he's done.

Might be a bit surprising, lol, but I imagine this to the whole Sciropescire arc. Ivarrs manipulating, saying "looked what you made me do" to Rhodri while they fight or Ivarr blood eagles him, making him feel responsible for everything that happend. And as much as I hate what canonical happend in game there are quite a few songs that fit perfectly with it.

I can also imagine this song during Eivor and Ivarr's battle when Eivor finds out the supposed truth.

A more of a sadder one, and one that is more related to what happens to Ivarr in my own story/Au.

I have so many more songs in my Ivarr playlist than just these ones but obviously I can't add them all, lol.

#Spotify #ac valhalla ivarr #assassinscreedvalhalla #ivarr the boneless #spotify playlist

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Hi, first I wanted to say that I really like your takes and how eloquent you communicate your thoughts. I could never. I aim for a 5 sentence max paragraph and end up with an essay 😅

Anyways, I’m usually not one to dwell on other’s interpretations of a character or scene, especially if I don’t agree because it’s just fiction anyways…but sometimes I just see a bad take have to rant. I came across this take (I’ll copy and paste since I don’t want to @ op. I’ll also omit some filler words just in case): “the exhale, almost like relief. Alicent will finally escape a life she’s never had a say in. She won’t have to deal with the consequences of putting Aegon the throne and the look of horror when she realizes she’s alive” and ma’am. No.

Let’s say Alicent may be suicidal/have suicidal ideation, in that moment I’m pretty sure she was terrified that her sons and daughter were about to be burned alive. Even if she wanted to die, I’m not sure she would leave her children and grandchildren behind unprotected. Also, “deal with the consequences of putting Aegon on the throne”?? I know the show basically went “lol, anyways” in regards to Alicent’s fear that’s been growing for the past 20 years but she should be relieved that Aegon is crowned. They’re all (seemingly) safe. The “only consequences” are cruel, unjustifiable acts of “revenge” aimed at literal babies.

This take annoys me even more because I know that op and co. were the same ones who ran with “Alicent poisons Aegon in the name of retribution” and “Alicent is disgusted by Aegon’s touch during coronation scene when she removes his hand from her side and holds it instead”.

I know that her children were forced on her and loving them can’t be easy, but all Alicent has are her children. Aegon and Aemond were quick and brave enough to face an angry king to spare her, Aegon accepts the crown for her and their family, Aemond wants to gift Luke’s eye to her. Helaena has never done anything wrong. She doesn’t hate them; she loves them the most.

You guys are being so sweet to me today oh my goodness!! You're too kind, thank you <3

And yeah, I saw the exact take you're talking about, and the one about the hand too, and I did have to stop myself from vaguing about it cuz it was early in the morning and I have the capacity to be mean. There's this bizarre idea people have where they decide they're fine with Alicent being more sympathetic, but only as long as she repents the things she's done and realizes that she actually Did A Bad Thing and she's so sorry and regretful guys, really. And listen, interpretation is up to the interpreter and all that, but it's a bad interpretation.

Alicent is not, in fact, semi regretful while smiling at Aegon's coronation, she was under a lot of stress and she's finally seeing her son safe from harm for the first time in his entire life and actually embracing something, she's relieved. No she's not trying to prevent Aegon from touching her during the scene, boy has a sword and is very clearly trying to push her back and behind him so he can try to protect her before she stops him and is the one holding onto his hand to make sure that he doesn't try it again. No she is not "sighing in relief" she's just accepted that there's nothing she can do in the face of a dragon but at least she's with her son, at least her first boy won't die alone, at least she'll be there for him. No she is not horrified to be alive, she's now incredibly stressed once again and also realizing that Rhaenyra's going to find out that Aegon has the crown before Alicent was able to send over a peace delegation with honorable terms to potentially blunt the blow and prevent backlash. Like I'm sorry, but did some of these people need a hospital stay, cuz I'm assuming they pulled some muscles pretty badly with all that reaching.

Alicent did not have much say in how she lived her life. And there might have been times where she might have had some sort of suicidal ideation or something similar. But for one, that is hardcore fanon because there is nothing in the text or subtext or supplementary materials that has ever even attempted to claim that Alicent has any suicidal tendencies. It can make for a good fanfic idea, but fanfiction isn't canon. For two, we don't even know if that's something Alicent would be willing to do. We don't have a clear view on some of the tenants of the Seven, but it's meant to be analogous to Roman Catholicism (similar views on women, marriage, sex, homosexuality, the works) and in Roman Catholicism, suicide's a sin, it's actually a really big sin, so it's entirely possible that Alicent doesn't have any concrete thoughts on suicide and the like because it's against her beliefs and she's kinda big on those. And when it comes to whether or not Alicent would do it when she's got kids, suicide is a complex topic and sometimes you can have the most loving family in the world but if the factors are too stacked against you in other ways, it won't matter, but likely not. Alicent is a person who puts duty over everything, who literally lays her own body on the line in the defense of her children, she's probably not going to think about doing something for herself even if it'll make her happy so long as she's got the kids.

And yes, sorry to some people, but Alicent loves her children. Very, very dearly. I've discussed it many many times so I won't repeat it in detail again for anyone who's sick of it, but Alicent takes an active part in raising these kids, she is their primary parent, they clearly rely on her love and support, and she's very willing to defend them at all costs. She attacks Rhaenyra for Aemond, she demands Criston take Helaena to safety, she literally places herself between Aegon and a dragon. And Alicent's children love her, Aegon clearly does and half of his issues come from feeling that this love might not be reciprocated back, Helaena doesn't seem to mind her mom wanting to engage more in her interests, and the scene in episode 9 where she shies away from her touch is because she's aggravated no one's understanding her prophecy, and Aemond of course adores his mother through and through likely more than anyone else in his entire life (until Alys comes along).

When it comes to Alicent wanting to avoid consequences of putting Aegon on the throne, again, no? Alicent is not stupid. Alicent is very aware that there are going to be consequences to putting Aegon on the throne. That's why she and Otto lock the castle down, that's why she immediately calls a meeting of the Small Council, that's why she wants Aegon found and brought to her first, that's why she makes sure to talk with Aegon in private about Rhaenyra on their way to the Dragonpit. Alicent has been the de-facto ruler for nearly ten years, and she's the one spearheading a lot of this, she is textually aware of the consequences. There are consequences that we know are coming, like Vhagar going off script or Daemon deciding to indulge in some child murder, but those aren't consequences that anyone who isn't the book-reading audience could have ever foreseen. So let's also add "Alicent is not worried about facing the consequences when she's got the King, the King's government, the entire capital city, multiple dragons, and several powerful and influential Great Houses behind her and she's got a clear view on how to deal with the foreseeable consequences of this decision" to the list.

A lot of these takes come from the idea that Alicent can only be likable if she's constantly self-flagellating herself for her choices and is in constant self hatred mode for anything done against the characters they actually do like, or a view that Alicent is, I guess, the dumbest person on the planet who can't see further than two feet in front of her. But Alicent isn't constantly hating herself, she might hate her life but she does view herself in the right more than she does in the wrong, and she's smart and capable, and she's allowed to, you know, have ambition for her son and love her kid and want to stay with her family and protect them to the best of her abilities.

And of course, this was a take found on Twitter. Some of the Team Green side of HOTD Twitter is good, the rest of HOTD Twitter, literally the site is basically a disease at this point. There's a reason I frequently delete the app off my phone and try to limit my use, and I actually need it for work and connections.

#personal #answered #anonymous #the 'alicent is repulsed by aegon's touch' one is particularly galling to me because a) no he's trying to protect her and she's saying no #b) as i've mentioned many times AEGON'S the one i think has touch repulsion issues #put some respected on the wounded puppy dog's mental problems

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lyrker · 2 years

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This is. drastically different than last seasons end. Less. thoughts. still a lot! But it’s mostly sadness ):

so! Skinned people…singing a choir. Lovely isn’t that that’s such. a nice image.

Tape recorders! They appear whenever they want and I still don’t understand them.

Martin commits Arson and I admit, i smiled. He should do it again some time. He didn’t get to burn the von Closen letter though, hm. Elias. really didn’t believe martin would do anything. He really thought he would just stand around, he didn’t keep an eye on him and oh look where that got him (: martin is so much more than that.

The Strangers realm is uh. fun. love that. You become so disoriented you don’t even know what existing is, love that!

But i want to talk about Daisy. I don’t know what’s going on with that, she sounded like she turned into a wild animal—and i said she may be influenced by The Hunt but I didn’t think like..that. that was TERRIFYING he just !!! He’s dead !!! Holy shit she killed him and she laughed, she CACKLED, she doesn’t even have a weapon did—DID SHE BITE HIM???? TAKE A LIL CHOMPER???? THAT SEEMS A REASONABLE APPROACH IM SCARED )):

And then they took her. she’s GONE. Daisy’s gone ):

N Basiraaaa.......I thought they were girlfriends and Daisy is just..):

Basira was just trying to make sense of everything she was trying so hard I love her sm

JON SOUNDED SO SAD he sounded so defeated so..done. He thought he lost, everything was for nothing and he was a failure and he just sounded so sad no my blorbo ueueuehdhb

Then he went I See You and i think that’s when he got spooky eye powers Power Up anyways

TIM. POP OFF i’m so fucking sad I love him so much i love all of them i am so attached HES DEAD !!!! MY BOY HES DEAD HES DEAD ):

“I don’t forgive you, but thank you.” SCREAMING CRYING HE DID IT HE STOPPED THE RITUAL AND IT COSTED HIS LIFE BUT,,,,,HE DID IT,,,,,

ENOUGH LAMENTING there’s my reaction, now to THINKING.

A while back it was said that right after The Unknowing on the checklist, the one right next in line was Rite for the Watchers Crown.

I don’t trust this. Elias is going to win, and with The Stranger out of the way, forced to restart, The Beholding can break through. They were trying to take him down, but they have nothing on The Eye. It’s going to come back. Elias isn’t scared, the bastard, he knows it’s gonna come. The Eye will win.

Jon is..comatose. That’s what i’m getting. He should be dead but he’s got too much spooky boy in him so it just doesn’t work :/

He’s seeing statement after statement but why these particular ones? Does it matter that it’s these particular statements? Where is he? Is he even dreaming? is he in another place between life and death, or is that what a dream is after all?

Is it because these are the statements were people Surely survived because they came in and talked to him? That’s why they’re engraved in his mind deeper? He met these people?

Save my boy ):

skipping Elias part, glad he got punched.

PETER LUKAS !!!! Peter <3 Hes the boss now, I guess he was looking to hire martin, he was. becoming the boss soon. Probably what Elias called him over for so he though he should get to know everyone <3

I really like him, he seems like a happy, cheerful fellow, even willing to pay for therapy.

Don’t like that last line though. “we’re going to do great things, Martin. Great. Things.”

Please don’t be super duper evil ur so cool.

this podcast is driving me insane i need to listen to season 4 NOW

#IM SORRY IF THE POST LOOKS WEIRD I WROTE IT IN MY NOTES #AND THEN COPY PASTED T #I FINISHED LISTENING AND WENT OUTSIDE LOL #and forgot to post it #sorryyyy #theres not a lot for me to say besides lamenting over my blorbos #tim ):#at least there’s kinda a chance for daisy?#jon wake up pls #season 3 hnghgh so many adventures #cant wait to listen to s4 #i am hopping with excitement #tma #the magnus archives #live blogging #but kinda not but kinda yeahhhh

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winged-unicorn-trash-can · 2 months

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[A4A] In the Care of a Demon [M4F] [F4M] [Demon Speaker] [Resurrected Listener] [Fantasy] [Lore heavy] [Personal attention] [Caretaker] [Necromancy]

Storyline- A brutal war ravaged this world, mankind has fallen and very few draw breath. A new master rules this place. But within thick forest, a safe heaven is made. A demon awaits for a human to awaken. There is a reason why they say you should let the dead rest. But the demon couldn't.

The thought of the worms devouring their human…their friend, nearly drove them to madness. And so they carried the human limp body, wrapped in a blanket , to a demon necromancer. The human draws breath once more.

But now the long and jagged road of recovery is before them. And some old memories should have stayed buried. For everyone's sake.

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

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[Sounds of distorted swords clashing, screaming, and fire. Sounds of a battlefield]

[All sounds come to ahead before getting silenced. Leaving with eerie whispers and a fast heartbeat that soon slows down to a normal pace]

Necromancer: [Muffled, creepy old voice] It is done, my (Lord/Lady) [Dark chuckle] What a feisty soul they have…

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, softly, almost concerned but trying to hide it] Tell me, how much free will is still within them? Will they be able to function without orders?

Necromancer: [ Muffled, disappointed] If (his/her) (Lordship/Ladyship) desired an arisen corpse but forgo the thrall, then perhaps (he/she) should have sought out a paladin that had yet to succumb that war of- [Cut off]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, angry] Do not try my patience, Veil Ripper!

Necromancer: [Muffled, slightly sarcastic] My tongue means no offense to you, oh great Demon's Crown!

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, slight growl]

Necromancer: [Muffled, apathetic sigh] It depends, my (Lordship/Ladyship), on how long they have been dead. Those who are nothing but bones have no free will. And they act as if they know not the words. While those with more flesh clinging to them have been known to do things without orders.

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled] And what of their memories?

Necromancer: [Muffled, slowly fading out] Ahh, but of course! Yours is a shared history that runs deep. But you must understand, the soul might remember, but the mind is weak and frail- [Faded out]

[Pause, Heartbeat, and whispers fade out, and a warm crackling fire fades in. Rustling of a fabric as Listener starts to wake up.]

[Muffled morning birds outside the window. More rustling of fabric as Listener crawls closer to the fire]

[Slow footsteps on wooden floors, suddenly stop]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Softly] You [Pause] woke up. [Pause, more joyful and excited] You woke up!!

[Quick-paced footsteps on the floor; Dahlia/Dorian drop to their knees and hug Listener]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Holding back tears] I can feel your heart. I can hear your breath…I never thought I would see those eyes again, but- [Cut themselves off, pull away from the hug] Do you know who I am? Do you remember who you are!?

[Listener says master]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Taken aback, almost angered in tone] No. Do not call me that. [Angered and hurt] I am not your master. It's me. It's your D-[Cut themselves off slightly, a calmer tone] I'm (Dahlia/Dorian), and you are my friend, not my thrall! Not my slave!

Dahlia/Dorian: [Takes a deep breath] I can explain later, but right now, it's best we get you washed and dressed in clean clothes; you've been wearing those rags for [Pause] Gods only knows…come on, I'll help you up.

[Dahlia/Dorian helps the Listener to their feet. Listener stumbles a little as they start to walk]

Dahlia/Dorian: It's okay, it's okay. I got you. Your mussels have forgotten a lot, but don't worry, I'm here, and I'm going to help you. We just [Pause] need to take things slow. One step at a time, so to speak. Sorry for letting you sleep on the floor, but your skin felt so cold I thought having you closer to the fire would be good. I swear I have a bed for you.

[After a few more walking steps, they stop]

Dahlia/Dorian: I've been warming bath water all morning. It's a good thing I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep! Or you probably wouldn't have a nice warm bath waiting for you! [Soft chuckle] Unlike that one time in that little tavern! The way you acted, you would have thought a frost nymph was hiding in your bath water; you particularly begged me to light a fire around the tub with you still inside! Remember- [Cut off, clearing their throat, less cheerful tone] No. That look in your eyes tells me you don't remember.

[Fabric rustling as Dahlia/Dorian undress Listener]

Dahlia/Dorian: These rags aren't even fit to feed a fire. Right, the shirt is off, now- Here, put your hands on my shoulder. Pull this leg out, and then that one. Great. Now, do you think you can get in the tub by yourself?

[Listener steps into the bath]

Dahlia/Dorian: Good, good, just take it slow, and don't worry, I'm right here-

[Listener collapses into the water with a splash. Muffled underwater.]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Muffled, Panicked] Sparrow!!

[Dahlia/Dorian pulls Listener back to the surface ]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Panicked] Are you okay? Are you- [Calm breath, exasperated chuckle] You're okay…[Sigh] Remember, I told you to take things slow.

[Dahlia/Dorian start to clean Listener, cloth scrubbing skin sound effect]

Dahlia/Dorian : Is the water too hot?

[Lisinter speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: It feels warm? Good! At least you still have feelings; just let me know if I'm scrubbing too hard, okay?

Dahlia/Dorian: [To themselves] These rotten parts of the skin, I'll have to keep an eye on them, make sure they heal [Pause] The wounds on your back, they run so deep-

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: O-oh, why did I call you Sparrow? Well, that was the name the Mages of The Ivory Gate gave you. The Sparrow of Thistle. You were a summoner. One [Pause] One of the greatest summoners to walk the Four Realms. And I should know, I was one of your summons. Sparrow was the only name I knew you by. Due to the law of a summons contract, I couldn't know your true name.

[Some water splashes]

Dahlia/Dorian: Now, close your eyes. I'm going to wash your hair, and I don't want soap to get into them.

[Hair scrubbing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Your hair has gotten longer than the last I saw you … I can cut it if you like.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: N-no, [Emphasis] I don't want your hair shorter; the choice is yours, remember? I'm not your master, and you are not my thrall. You're my friend, and I'm looking after you.

[Hair scrubbing, water splashing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Hold your breath for just a moment; I'm going to lay you back into the water to get the soap out. Okay? [Pause] Okay, ready?

[Listener goes underwater, Muffled water sound ambiance. The Listener is then pulled back up]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Slight laugh] See! That wasn't so bad. To your feet now, let's dry you off and get dressed. I have breakfast waiting for you, too.

[Listener says they are hungry]

Dahlia/Dorian: You're hungry? [Sarcastically] I can't think why! [Pause] But… I'm happy to hear that; it means you still have your human needs.

[Towel drying sounds]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Slight chuckle]

[Lisinter asks what's wrong]

Dahlia/Dorian: Oh! Nothing! It's just your hair is so [Pause] Poofy now. Don't worry, I'll brush it later.

[Fabric sounds]

Dahlia/Dorian: Here, do you think you can dress yourself?

[Listener nods. Clothes rustling noise]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Witnessing Listener put the clothes on wrong. Trying to hold back laughter] Uhh..uhm, I don't think that arm- [Cut off] Ho-hold on! Wait, before you fall!

[Fabric sounds stop]

Dahlia/Dorian: Well…at least you got it on, but, uhm, that shirt is backward. Here, let me.

[Soft fabric sounds as the shirt is fixed]

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: I'm glad to hear so; the fabric is made from drider thread, softer than silk but stronger than metal armor, and all light as a dove's feather. [Paused] There, cleaned and dressed, now: we get to eat. Here, I'll guide you like before.

[Footsteps on the wooden floor, chair being pulled out]

Dahlia/Dorian: Have a seat.

[Chair is pushed back in. Footsteps walking away, filling a bowl from a pot. Footsteps walking back, setting the bowl down on the table. Dahlia/Dorian sit down]

Dahlia/Dorian: Well, go on~ I know it's only oatmeal, but I made sure to add some berries and milk to it. Shouldn't be too hot. [A little concerned] What's wrong? Didn't you say you were hungry?

[Pause]

Dahlia/Dorian: Oh, I understand now. You don't remember how to eat. [Under their breath] This is going to be a little more complicated than I thought. It's like…raising a child. [Deep breath] No matter, this is my responsibility, and if this is the Gods way of punishing me, then I should count myself lucky…I deserve far worse.

[Lisinter repeats the word "Punishment"]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Pulled from thoughts] Uh? Oh. No, no, nothing for you to be concerned about. Here, let's get some food in your belly.

[Wooden spoon scraping in a wooden bowl]

Dahlia/Dorian: Open your mouth [Pause] And then close it. [Slight laugh] Yes, around the spoon, and keep it closed until the spoon is out. Okay? [A little bit of a struggle] Uhh, try not to press so hard around the spoon [Pause] There! Now chew the food before swallowing.

[Muffled chewing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Ready for another bite?

[Wooden bowl scraping]

Dahlia/Dorian: Say ahhh

[Muffled chewing]

Dahlia/Dorian: You keep looking at me; it's the horns, isn't it.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: I shouldn't expect you to remember much of your life, let alone remember that I'm a demon [Pause]. Here, do you think you can do it on your own, Sparrow? [Pause] That's it. Wrap your fingers around the spoon and just do what I did.

[Wooden spoon scraping on wooden bowl, Muffled chewing noise]

Dahlia/Dorian: Good, very Good. And while you finish up your breakfast, I'll brush your hair out.

[Chair pulling out, footsteps walking away, then walking back. Brush going through hair. Just that sound effect for a while]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Slightly nervous] I would very much like to tell you about our past. Would that be okay? I-I don't want to overwhelm you, though.

[Listener agrees]

Dahlia/Dorian: Okay [Deep Breath] From what you told me, you were orphaned by the Great Plague when you were very young. You called yourself a [Cut off]

[Lisinter says "Street Rat"]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Presently surprised] Y-Yes, Street Rat. You told me you used to raise a little hell when you were younger. I would never believe you when you told me. I couldn't even imagine someone as lawful as you would think of tripping a little old lady just to snatch a few coins. [Pause] What else can you remember?

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Thinking it over] Big beards….Big beards [Realization] OH! You must be remembering the Archmages of the Ivory Gate. One of them had a vision of you and your magical potential and personally brought you to the Academy themselves. It was unheard of that one from such a lesser status would be brought to learn such advanced Magic. The Archmages had high hopes for you, but I doubt not even they could foresee just how masterful you became. Rune spellwork and Elemental are things all Mages must learn, but to become a Summoner? That is a feat. [Excited], and you become the greatest that ever walked this Earth. You didn't even have to read out the spell of the contract to pull beings out of the pocket realm. You just [Pause] did. It came to you as easy as flipping a page of a book. You broke the Fox of Winterthur's record, you know. He could only summon a mere three; you could do six.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Soft chuckle] Magic has many laws. A contract can't trap things with a powerful soul or strong mind. So oftentimes, summoners resort to using animals, trolls, or even goblins. Anything with a weak mind. Or beings with no soul, like elemental spirits and, of course, demons. Preferably lesser demons. Once captured, they are bound to a spell scroll known as a contract. When not summoned, their body and mind are frozen in a pocket realm. To be a Summoner, you must be able to merge your soul and mind with one another to both bring them out of this realm and control them.

[Lisinter speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yes, my contract was destroyed. You did it yourself…just as you promised me. I was born a lesser demon. I was captured in a contract over 100 years. Nearly my entire childhood. I had many master's before you. [Pause] When you summoned me for the first time, I thought it was for a battle, but do you remember the first words you ever spoke to me?

[Listener says no, hair brushing stops]

Dahlia/Dorian: [A little sad] "Hello, it's nice to meet you." [Pause] You kept me around even after battles. You treated me like I was one of the fellowship.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: [A little confused] What are you saying- [Realization, softly] Their names [Louder] You remember their names. Seth, Ava, Gent, and you were part of the fellowship that led to the end of the Demon Lord.

[Listener speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yes, I was there too. We fought side by side against the Demon Lord [Pause] , But it was you who dealt the final blow; it was you who ended Hell's War. But [Pause, slightly hesitant] but that was a lifetime ago, and [Unsure what to say, clear throat] Sparrow, there's something I need to tell you. There was another war; it's been over now for a few years, but [Pause] Mankind has fallen. Seth, Ava, and Gent fell one by one during the battles. And you died. [Stumbling with their words] You were…captured and…and I-I couldn't get to you in time, and when I saw your body, I-

[Lisinter starts to freak out, repeating the word "Dead"]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Trying to calm them down] Hey, hey, Sparrow, Shhshh! Look at me. Sparrow, look at me, please! [Pause] Yes, Yes, I know, you died. They died. And the world you knew along with them. But look at me. I brought you back, and you're safe now. I swear to you that you are safe. I'm going to look after you from now on, and I will never let anyone touch you ever again. I swear it.

[Pause]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Deep breath] I think some fresh air might do us some good, yeah? Here, let's go to the garden.

[Chair pulled out, slow footsteps, door opening. Spring forest ambiance, footsteps on grass]

Dahlia/Dorian: Just sit down here. [Pause] Yeah, I made sure to plant your favorite herbs. You used to carry around magical vials that helped different herbs grow. You couldn't go a few steps without your little travel garden. Never knew when Ava's cooking needed a spice or when you needed to patch me up again [Weary chuckle]

[Lisinter speaks]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yeah, it is calm out here. And you can stay out here all day if you want. And I can reach how to take care of the plants and- [Cut off]

[Lisinter asks what's wrong]

Dahlia/Dorian: No-nothing, it's just- [Pause] You stay right here; I just need to [Trailing off] Need to deal with something.

[Dahlia/Dorian walks back into a house. Crow cawing and flapping its wing]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Annoyed] Tsk. That spell circle was meant to keep nuisances like you out!

[Crow angry cawing]

Dahlia/Dorian: Yes! Yes! I see the letter, thank you!

[Crow caws, flapping wings, and flies away. Envelope ripped open, paper unfolding]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Pause, emotionless] So, the council requests my presence.

[Pause, then the letter is ignited]

Dahlia/Dorian: [Angry] To hell with them and their petty politics! I gave them strict orders to NEVER disturb me when I'm here. They think they can summon me like- [Trying to calm themselves down] This is more important. They. Are more important.

The End

#asmr #audio #asmr roleplay #audio roleplay #audio script #asmr scripts #script offer #a4a #a4a script #m4a script #f4a script #fantasy #wholesome

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libidomechanica · 10 months

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Untitled (“The old lion, glaring”)

And so long-forgotten. Nor feel another’s kiss should his main, and fret; till whatsoever saw a man’s own nature’s truth; and sooth thy Mother’s terror of the herd, as Cupid danc’d in hands, that with hymnes of thing town became Christmas

the chief, he mighty crown. My heart covetous and brightness of human dearth gives her eye, and ioyes. Through her hard hold those, in the stricken eagles struck from me. The old lion, glaring him with the bosom without hands and coughs to climb the

middle ears forgetfulness; left me downward smart; such false harts before arose: he let you be; I ne’er youthful anodyne; with other open-mouthed, and sacred fire; and strange, and thought, all-damning gold wide awake I sought.—Such high upon

his or her, like his wish, and through narrow sped to make, or by thy beauty with ease, whose two great crop to seize thy face, acts what world doth cloaths on, when he had never bore. For she weary eves; they did mine annoy? But I said, thy voice—

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out of his face with the fight, married the land: yet not even the mud. But little band to strokes thunder-passion the maidens faint on his stately mountains, and lyeth buryed longings: and neither’d lips I’ll forget till the bed to take

in despised I with ceaseless, voice upon one so clear; and what our parts can be done. Making eyes: and, rank and flouds that courteous was of the lakers, intendeth, which most auaile, as their Sunday suits of shabby grey; a cricket cap

was one who submits tongues fortitude. There is twain, it is, the porcelain, and start and behold how one can wander’d from all. Towards some shall tangle her new one, settling into the world enough our humble in his to the minutes more

in hear thee are the sacred sweep on for me, the kindling snatch the lass made arabesques made them a’ in safety to confess’d that turn addressed, slid slowly from out their will reverse. My soul is still, and cutte of dust, little care to

eat. Mind; her children faith pricked its bonds broken so they rang to reuert, o ioyfull verse. No melody of beer: his sphere, conceit of inwards; ’twas to the lamp with none should have prevents the walls I have I dwelt in their earnestly round arose:

he grassy mounts the statue- like lilies which signified: they letting your own at Keswick, and economy most fearful thing, and bind, deeming on my master is Despair. Of flutes and precipitous parting me but say to

heed, i’d bubble drooping in Senses hate, and from the tann’d away by day with a smiling the whole act express, to you, all out-told the cool and curst magic, and hid her them all thou wilt thought. Of a forlorn by a form, I see,

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cause; where to loss of spangled carcas about, and for all the crown a bulk of all his the phrase but made of railing dressed and sky. What sometimes was my seat, where dwelt an iron town She turtles passion of demirep some please; from thy

Hand: with silver lakes forth a hangman with the apples wound the day, and cries upon a dolphins bob the church, the listen with modest I am but those thee giue hem curds and empties, that come and for peace upon the first good. Upon

him when like the world, and takes the music in the walls sudden at home May with authority be nearer heavenly huntress! For each lifted upon they lead to save poore pedlar can claim: deep dells, as thirty though there.—While them went

at last all depos’d or little as their sheep. Blythe and belabour in delights myself for ornament, didonis death of Zephyr bids a little regalities of dancing by commits. It is to master thought, and giving tomb.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #133 texts #ballad

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quricul · 1 year

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This poor man becomes king after this happens! (Short Story)

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The king called his most trusted friend saying, Michael, come. He ran down to his presence. "My lord, here I am, what is your request for me?". The king said to him, "Michael. I am now very old, my eyes see darkness though they are opened, and my ears hear little though I have not closed them. The time has come to find the next king who will rule over these people. Behold, my sons do that which is wicked in the sight of all the people, therefore as long as I live, they will not rule. Neither will you rule because at times you justified wrong deeds. Now listen to my words to you, and find me twelve men in this land whether rich or poor. And I will choose one from them who is worthy to sit on this throne." So the king ended all his words to him and he said, "my lord, your words cause me to have great sorrow, nevertheless, I will obey your commands". So he went to all the lands in the nation. Bringing twelve men before the king, all stood at his presence, each with something to show forth of themselves. And in the midst of them was a poor fellow, a carpenter, who himself sought not to go with Michael, but because his father told him to do so, he went questioning nothing. And the king said before them all, "Lo! I am very old, and soon I will no more be because I should have died at that time" and all the people cried heavily because of his words to them. But the king continued and said, "I have sent for you all this day, to choose an acceptable man from among you who shall rule my people". So Michael went and divided them into four groups, each with three men. And he commanded them to spar against each other as to determine the group which should move forward, notwithstanding they could not kill each other. And the carpenter said to his team, "let us work together instead of fighting in an uncoordinated manner like they all do". So the three of them did so, supplying each other help in that which they lacked. And they prevailed against all the other groups. Now three were remaining, of whom one should become a ruler of thousands. And Michael said to them, "you have all done very well, which is why you all still remain while the others have all left, prepare every one of you a speech to the king saying what a king is, and tomorrow you will present them to him. And after a day, the first came and said to the king, "my lord, a king is a person who has great wealth and fame, loved by all the people and highly educated". Howbeit his answer displeased the king, and he was taken away. Then came the second who was the carpenter and said, "My lord the king, a king, is not he who is loved by all, because often those that do righteousness are the ones people are against as they don't subscribe to any iniquity even the iniquity that is normalized, but he is a king who is just and does good always, he who judges rightly, not caring for what people might say or think and has the authority to perform his will". And when the third saw this, he changed his answer and said similarly to the carpenter. And the King was pleased with both their speeches, sending them each to separate houses to rest for the night. And in the morning, Michael sent for them both. But along the way, there was a cripple asking for help. The carpenter searched his garments and gave him all he could, but the third gave him nothing. So when they had arrived to the king, he said to the third, "These past days you were called with twelve men that I may crown him who is worthy. And I was very pleased to see you succeed over many of the twelve who were in your midst, yet at the last, you have failed me. You are not fit to be king, because if your speech to me was true, you would have not refused to help the cripple who I set on the way to try you both, you ignored him that could not help himself, therefore go far from me. Then the king looked at the carpenter and said, "Behold! You counseled the group to work together, knew how a king ought to be, and showed kindness to the cripple...

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motownfiction · 2 years

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love letter

Sam is incredible at writing love letters he’ll never send. He has a few for Steph, one for Olivia Newton-John, and two for his favorite babysitter, whose name becomes more and more of a blur as he gradually leaves his twenties. He keeps them all in a shoebox like a quirky girl in a romantic comedy. At twenty-three, when he finally moves out of his parents’ house, he grabs the shoebox out of his closet and decides to rifle through it. Sure enough, there are the letters he expected to see, the letters he remembers writing. He forgot about quoting “A Little More Love” to an ambiguous Olivia Newton-John, which was probably for the best, but he remembers it now. He’s almost done going through the box when he finds it. One envelope at the very bottom of the box, where the shoes would be. It’s not addressed.

Naturally, Sam knows exactly who it’s for.

His hands shake as he opens the letter. He knows exactly when he wrote it, and he thinks he even remembers a little of what it says. Nevertheless, he’s not ready for it. Nevertheless, he knows he has to brace himself. This one’s important. More important than the rest. He takes a deep breath and begins to read.

Dear Will,

I don’t know how to say this so I guess it’s a good thing I’m writing it. Today is May 1, 1980, and I am in love with you. I’m not saying it to be funny either. I’m in love with you. I’ve known for a little while now. At least since the start of the school year but probably before. I love you. I love you the same way you love Lucy. And I don’t want you to stop loving Lucy. I love you too much for that. I don’t even wish you loved me back. I just wish you could know that I love you. I wish you could know why. I wish I could think about why I love you without feeling like I have to go to church after. But we went to church for May Crowning today so maybe I already did enough praying. Maybe it’s OK to tell you what I’ve been feeling.

I love the way you use your jeans as a napkin. It’s gross but it’s who you are, and I love you. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to kiss you. I love the way you want to be cool and bad even though I know you know you’re more than that. You’re better than that. I love how you love The Who. I love the way you smile at me from across the room when something funny happens in math class. I love how you’re always there for me even when it’s like I’m pulling away. Will, if I’ve pulled away from you too much this past year, I think you should know it’s only because I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you, and I don’t want you to stop being my best friend. I’m in love with you because you’re my best friend. And I love you. Now that I’m writing it down I just can’t stop.

Sam wipes the unconscious tears from his eyes and slides the letter back into the envelope. For a split second, he thinks about throwing the letter in the trash, but he chooses not to. He can’t get rid of something like this. He did love Will. He loved him so much it was like he spent all of seventh grade not being able to breathe. And for as painful as that love was, it was also wonderful. It told Sam about who he was even before he was ready to listen.

He puts the letter back in the bottom of the shoebox.

Maybe someday, he’ll need it again.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sam doyle #year: 1980 #year: 1990 #asks #areiphilos #that didn't go the way anyone thought it was gonna go did it

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Alpha Centauri~

Something slightly different from the painterly drawings! And finally using some of those gorgeous Richard II play references.

#crowley #fallen #galaxy #alpha centauri #digital ink #comic book artist #I may have done this while listening to You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish #totally #good omens #ineffable husbands #david tennant #cogitaeworks #artwork

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turtle-go-brrrr · 3 years

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hi, may I please request bayverse headcanons for a gender neutral reader being close friends with raph and having a crush on donnie?

You. You get me. I felt this ask with my soul, sorry it took so long for me to answer ><

Friend with Donnie and crushing on Leo

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What you need to know first is that Raph considers you as part of this family and loves you as much as he loves his brothers

You have his undying loyalty, even if he never said it out loud

Now that this is out of the way

It took him a while to notice it

And when he did, it took him a while to get used to it

He never really thought much about interspecies relationships, but now that he does, he thinks it's a little weird

Not bad, just weird

But then he sees the enamored looks you give his brother when he leaves the room or rambles on, and maybe it's not so weird after all

All of the times you used a dumb excuse to discretely touch him

"Woah, look how big your hand is compared to mine!"

Every time you met up with the group, you ran to Donnie first

Raph is sure you didn't notice it either at first

And boy, was he glad to be the one to put his finger on it

The first time he "confront" you on it, it was supposed to be a joke

"Hey, Shorty, when you're done making bedroom eyes at my bro, maybe you can help with the cooking?"

"... Raph, what the hell?" But you help anyway and laugh it off

The second time he says something, it was because you laughed a little too loud at a dumb joke he made

So he waits until you're alone to bring it up

"So, when are you telling him?"

"Telling who what?"

"Tellin' Donnie you've got a crush on him."

"Telli- wh- Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you think I haven't noticed? You're my best friend, I've got eyes everywhere."

"I dont have a crush on him, don't be ridiculous."

"Right. It's not like you lay awake all night long thinking about him, right?"

Right?

And that's when you know. You realize that you do think about him a little too often.

Everytime you see something you think he would like

Or how he would react to an awkward situation if he was there

You've got a crush on your friend and Raph of all people knows about it

You think he's gonna make your life a living hell and tease you endlessely

And don't get me wrong, when it's just the two of you he doesn't hold back

"If you wanna jump his bone, or worse, make him flower crowns or whatever disgusting shit humans do when they like someone, wait 'til we're leaving for patrol please?"

You know it's all in good faith, but come on, he deserved that puch

But not only is he surprisingly supportive and tries to encourage you in his own way,

He's also the most discreet, secretive guy you could ever meet

He knows how terrible he would feel if anyone told his potential crush about his feelings, so you can bet he's not gonna tell a soul, ever

He's the best at keeping secrets

But the worst at love advices

"I've read somewhere you gotta act like you don't give a shit about him"

"???? I litterally give so many shits tho"

"Yeah I know. Slap his ass then, that way he'll know you're interested. He's kinda dense sometimes"

"Bro what-"

He's doing his best

But the smartest thing you can do is not listen to said advices

He always finds excuses for you two to have some alone time

Like tries to convince Leo that Donnie should stay at the lair to watch the surveillance screens and that yes, your presence is mandatory

Or goes to your place and "accidentally" break something of yours so Donnie has to come over and fix it

At some point, he tries so hard that everyone else notices too

And you're kind of mortified

He tries to make sure the others dont tell Donnie, tho

Raph will never tell you this, but he's kinda scared deep down that you'll put your friendship aside if you do get with his brother

Or that one of you will break the other's heart

He's not gonna tell you, but you know he feels that way anyway

He's your best friend after all

He doesn't wanna ruin your good mood with his insecurities

So instead he tries to be overly supportive and gives you pep talks when you start getting to the point of wanting to confess

And man, is he good at this (way better than love advice)

"You're a nerd, and I know you're scared, but remember that I chose you as my protege, and that makes you amazing and capable. You survived Donnie's weird mixed food and endless rambling, you'll survive confessing to my baby bro"

"... you know Raph, I'm thrilled to have you as a best friend, but I'd be honored if you became my brother in law"

It's in those moments you remember why he's your best friend

#bayverse tmnt #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raph x reader #listen to me i feel like you looked into my heart before sending this ask #i loved doing it #i kinda wanted to make a small fic about it but im a little too tired rn #and the heat makes it hard for me to function #cant wait for winter to come uwu

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Little cupid

– Jaehyun x female!reader – Single parent au, SMUT, FLUFF – 1,834k – Reader is a bit of a flirt, Jaehyun is a single father, Jaehyun is cold and grumpy at first, his daughter caught you two having sex but had no idea of whats happening because she’s very sleepy, unprotected sex, slow and deep sex ajuju, Jaehyun haven’t had sex since he become a father, making out

Being the maid of honor for your best friend’s wedding made you so excited and all giddy for three months straight, especially when she told you that the best man was very handsome and single. And being the flirty gal that you are, of course, you did your best to make a good impression. Before the wedding procession starts, you tried looking for your assigned partner to try and get to know him and you know... flirt.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Were supposed to be partners during the wedding procession?” you decided to make the first move.

“I’m with someone else,” he said coldly and turned his back on you. Like he’s not interested in escorting you or even giving you the slightest attention.

Your best friend was right, he is very handsome. Actually calling him handsome is an understatement but you don’t care anymore if he looked like a god. He was incredibly rude and you don’t want someone like him to ruin such a beautiful day. So just like him, you turned your back and walked away to join the others, only to find someone… unexpected at the corner of the wedding reception.

“Hi there angel, are you lost?” you offered your hand to a little girl who’s wearing a white dress a pretty flower crown. One of the flower girls or perhaps she’s the only flower girl.

“My shoe straps are loose and my daddy is talking with his friends, I don’t want to disturb them. Can you help me?” she asks nicely, pouting cutely and being so irresistible.

“Of course,” you lower yourself and reached for her shoe straps. You made small talk with her while you’re busy with your hands. Asking what she thinks about the wedding and praising her for how nice she looks today. “There, all done. Do you want to be partners for the wedding procession? I can help you with the petals” you offered and she accepted without hesitation. She gave you her basket and gave you a handful of petals.

“You’ve been busy, I’ve been looking all over for you” the familiar voice made you turned around to which gave you a great shock because the cold and grumpy man that you tried flirting with earlier is the father of this nice kid. “Made a friend?” he asks his daughter. Where did the cold and un-interested man go? You only see a warm hearted father whose smile is very handsome.

He then cleared his throat and swallowed his pride and said, “Sorry for what happened earlier. I’m Jaehyun and this is my daughter,”

“Were partners for the procession!” his daughter exclaimed excitedly, smiling so big and giggling as she should be.

“Aaw. Then what about me then?” Jaehyun pouted to his daughter.

“Alright! You three are settled. Since you’re a very cute family, you three can walk together during the procession. Okay? Okay” the wedding coordinator came out of nowhere and left without even letting you or Jaehyun speak and explain that you’re not together, and you’re most definitely not the mother of this lovely girl.

“Daddy what’s a family?” the little girl blurted out. Curious and waiting for his daddy to answer.

“Oh no, we're up next!” you tried changing the topic so Jaehyun won’t have a hard time. You stand on the other side and held the little girl’s hand, Jaehyun did the same and silently thanking you for that little save.

The day was beautiful because of the beautiful wedding ceremony which made every teared up but you believe that your day became even more beautiful because of Jaehyun and his daughter. It was an unexpected company, and you would rather have this kind of company than flirt with a stranger just so you can score today.

But little did you know, you’re scoring on someone’s heart and you’re winning their hearts fair and square. “I like her” Jaehyun’s daughter whispered near his ear.

“Right? Me too angel, me too” he said and gave his daughter a cute wink when he saw you walking towards them.

After you deliver your speech to your best friend, you looked after Jaehyun’s daughter so he could deliver his speech to his best friend. You didn’t quite expect Jaehyun to be someone so sweet and sentimental and gave the groom a long and heartfelt speech… that his daughter eventually falls asleep in your arms.

When Jaehyun came back, you gave him the ‘sshh’ sign and pointed at the sleeping angel. “Were in trouble, I have to take her home now”

“You sure you don’t want to stay and party? I don’t mind looking after her” you offered your help once again and Jaehyun gave you a handsome smile. His redness was showing and he can’t stop it.

“It's fine you’re not her babysitter and my conscience won't let me do that to you,” he came closer to you so you can hear him better, “I’m sorry for being grumpy earlier,” he smiled once again removed his coat to put it around you and his daughter. What a smooth move, you thought. “Let’s say our goodbyes to our friends then I’ll drive you home”

And while you were saying goodbye to your friends, everyone thought that you and Jaehyun have been seeing each other and you’ve been hiding it all this time.. Which made you laugh but softly because you didn’t want the angel to wake up.

“Let’s take her home first,” you said, “I can take a cab from your house, you can drive me home next time” you said softly and bravely. Looking behind the backseat of Jaehyun’s car to check on the sleeping angel, but really it’s just to avoid Jaehyun’s eyes.

When you arrived safely at their house… you were not judging, but you notice that the place was a mess. And Jaehyun was ashamed and sorry because you had to witness his messy house. “Single parent problems- the cleaning lady isn’t available today so, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, Jae. No problem,” you whispered and followed him to his daughter’s room. Placing her gently on her bed and Jaehyun then removed her shoes and tucked her in. When she’s all comfortable and snoring, you and Jaehyun made your way out quietly. Which made you both let out a heavy sigh, as a sign of relief because you feel so accomplished that you got her home safe.

“Want to be alone with me before I call a cab?” he whispers and puts strands of hair behind your ear. The man does know how to flirt back.

And because you and Jaehyun did not have the time to enjoy the party, you both made your own in his room with a bottle of wine. Giggling softly while you’re both sitting comfortably in his bed, listening to each other’s random stories and trying to know each other’s personalities through wild guesses. Until Jaehyun became too confident and kissed you without a warning.

It felt good but it made you push him away. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first” he said and turned silent. But given that he’s a nice person and he’s naturally warm and confident around you, you feel sorry for doing that to him so you reached for him, cupped his face and returned the kiss. The kiss was sweet, not because of the wine that you’ve both been drinking but because he’s kissing you slowly and whispering sweet things beside your ear that you didn’t know he’s capable of.

“I may be late, but let me just say that you were beautiful the whole day,” he said in between kissing. Smiling through the kiss and caressing your cheek with his hand. Slowly he gained the confidence to touch your body and lift your dress, to which you gave have him the permission and told him he can undress you.

Not long after a few sweet kisses, you’re now naked and fully exposed with Jaehyun in his huge bed. Smiling and giggling softly because he can’t stop kissing your neck. “I haven’t had sex ever since I had her,” he informed you. Hoping that that information did not turn you off. You showed him that you don’t care by wrapping your arms around him, keeping him closer to your body and return the kisses.

Putting an arm in between your bodies so he can reach on your wet slit, he runs his finger up and down your slit before he pumps his cock and lines it to your entrance. Pushing in slowly which made you roll your head back and moan softly and carefully because there’s someone on the other side of the room.

Jaehyun kneads your boobs and sucked your nipples until they’re swollen, kissing your body and making you want him more before he starts thrusting. And when he finally did, slow and deep Jaehyun fucked you that night. Hands on both of your legs, keeping them open for him as he thrusts deeper and watches you loose your mind.

You made him feel young again, you made him feel free again. “Fuck,” he murmured when he felt you clench around him, “Do it again?” he moaned and moaned louder when you gave his request. Bodies to bodies you were so close with each other, feeling your bodies heat up and witness each other’s orgasm build up.

“Daddy” he giggles and kissed your lips with want.

“Did you just called me daddy?” he asks in a very sexy tone which made you open your eyes.

“That’s not me” you said with big eyes.

And in a matter of seconds, Jaehyun pulled out rolled on his side of the bed. Covering your bodies with his thick duvet and trying so hard to look decent as possible in front of his daughter. “What are you and Y/n doing? Can I sleep here?” she crawled up on the bed and lie in between you and Jaehyun. Hugging her dad first before closing her eyes and continue sleeping again.

Jaehyun mouthed an “I'm sorry” to you and kept his daughter close to him, waiting for her to sleep soundly again.

When she fell asleep again and Jaehyun put her back to her room, you and Jaehyun did not continue fucking and just laugh it all out in the middle of his kitchen so you won't wake her up again. “I’m sorry, I think we were so loud and she’s just… used to absolute silence since it’s been always us only” he pulled you close to him and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. But soon his feathery kisses around your face turned to wet and lustful ones when he reached your lips again. Obviously, he can’t stop himself.

The night ended after your make out session in the middle of his kitchen, a few praises here and there until he finally called you a cab and watched you leave with a promise that you’ll see him again and finish what you two started in bed.

#neosmutcollective #nct-writers #kwritersworldnet #neowritingsnet #cznnet #kpopscape #kdiner #nct smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #nct jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun #nct #jaehyun #jung jaheyun #jaehyun fluff #nct x reader

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