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redheadspark · 1 month

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Never Ever

Summary - Azriel consols his son after a nightmare.

A/N - This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series

Azriel has gown accustom to the quiet in Velaris.

The little home out in the countryside was especially quiet, with the moon hanging high in the sky amongst the clouds and the grass softly swaying in the wind, Azriel loved this kind of quiet. He was accustomed to frogs bellowing from the river not too far away, or the faint hum of fireflies that were dancing along the tops of the herbs in the garden behind the cottage. He was used to it now, and he would prefer this over the sterile silence of the Illyrian camps or even in the city of Velaris.

This was one of the very few nights he was home. Most of the time he would work late or until around dinner time, Rhysand needing his Spymaster duties more frequently than ever before. With the improved relationship with Autumn Court getting better by the day, Eris was still a targeting threat to Night Court. He knew that threats he had two times against Azriel and his family, so The Autumn Prince has been quiet for the last few months or so. Azriel still kept his shadows busy with intel from Eris.

He had no trust in Eris, and he wouldn’t anytime soon.

You were helping Nesta and Cassian at the House of Wind, Nesta being so close to her due date that she was restricted to her bed until it was time to give birth. Madja had to be stern with her, knowing Nesta was a stubborn fae. She was convinced though, Cassian staying by her side to give her plenty of rest and preparation for their new title bundle of joy. You were more than willing to help, making plenty of herbs for her and prepping plenty of great meals for herself and Cassian to enjoy. It meant that you were the one staying out a bit later in the night, and Azriel would be on cottage duty.

Of course, Alec missed his mother being around. When he wasn’t attending school in the mornings in Velaris, he would be at home or on a playdate with Nyx. Azriel could tell he was missing you from time to time when you’d be helping his Aunt Nesta. He was good at hiding his feelings, even with the faint signs of his shadows humming against his small backside, Alec never wanted to show that he wanted his mother. It pained Azriel to see his son trying to hide his feelings, but then again he had to do the same when he was young.

Azriel made it a point to change that with Alec.

He had finished the last of the dishes to let them air dry when he first felt it along his shadows. Movement, very close by, making him pause from his actions. It wasn’t a negative sense so to speak, but something familiar. Something warm, not a threat, and nothing dangerous. He knew that feeling, and the next thing he heard was one of the floorboards creaking from very little weight.

Lastly, he heard a sniffle. Instantly he turned, knowing who it was within an instant.

Alec, in his pajamas, and massive tears on his cheeks.

“D-d-daddy,” He hiccuped.

Azriel was gliding over within an instant and scooping him up within his arms. Alec clung to him, his face digging into his father’s neck so his father could feel the tears hitting his shirt. It broke his heart to see Alec in tears, a sweet young boy who would never hurt fly and would light up his tiresome day. Azriel also knew his heart was tender, so tender and consumed with love, so there would be times when it would break or shatter.

All Azriel could do was pick up those pieces and mend his heart.

“What’s wrong, Alec? You wanna tell me?” Azriel asked him in a soothing tone, rubbing his back with his knuckles as he walked them over to the couch to sit. Alec was hiccuping in his lap, his fingers clinging to Azriel’s shirt too tight as Azriel kept cooing at him, “I got you, okay? You’re safe with me,”

“I-I had a b-b-bad dream,” Alec mumbled into his shirt, sniffling a bit.

“I’m sorry, buddy. Nightmares are simply scary dreams. But that’s all they are: dreams. Nothing real, okay?” Azriel reminded his son, who nodded his head rapidly as he moved his head to look up at his other. His bright eyes were almost illuminated, and the tears on his cheeks were evident.

“I didn’t l-l-like the dream though, Daddy,” he explained, Azriel hummed and pushed his tears away gently with his thumbs.

“I know you didn’t, buddy. You wanna tell me about it?” He asked his son, he bit his lower lip for a brief moment as his father waited patiently. It was one of the traits Ariel loved about his son: always in deep thought.

“You and momma weren’t there,” Alec explained, Azriel watching his son’s piercing blue eyes start to mist again as he was looking at his fingers that were fiddling in his lap, “I was lost and I tried to find you, and momma. But I couldn’t find you, and I..I g-g-ot—“

Azriel tucked him into a hug again as Alec sniffled and blinked out a few more tears. Azriel knew his son loved being around his parents, he had a sense of safety with you and Azriel. It was one of the main goals Azriel had: to make his son feel loved and safe. It wasn’t that Alec was insanely introverted, he had friends at his school and a wonderful relationship with his cousin Nyx. Alec would rather be around his big loving family than anywhere else. The last thing Azriel would ever want is for his son to not feel safe at any time.

“My sweet boy,” Azriel hummed into his son’s hair while he rubbed Alec’s back soothingly with the tips of his fingers, “You should never be afraid of being alone. You will never be alone, okay? Your momma and I will never ever leave you alone,”

Azriel heard his son sniffle a bit, then pausing before speaking in a mere murmur, “Never?”

He had to smile against his son’s black locks, hearing the small inkling of hope in his son’s tone, “Never ever. You’re our son, Alec Rhysand, and we love and adore you too much to leave you alone,”

It seemed to do the trick since Azriel could no longer hear Alec crying or sniffling too much. But he was still holding onto his father, not as tightly but possessively. He finally sat back up, Azriel seeing how he was a bit calmer and sleep was evident on his face and under his eyes. He grinned, “How about I tuck you back into bed, okay?”

“Mmkay, and daddy?” Alec asked tentatively.

“Yeah, Alec?”

“I miss momma,”

Azriel heard the pain in his voice from those three words, which broke his heart a bit. He knew Alec loved his mother and wanted to be around her constantly. You were an exceptional mother to Alec, you knew just how to shower him with love and still be firm at the same time when it was needed. But the best thing that you did, in Azriel’s opinion at least, was make Alec feel like the most important Illryian throughout the land.

It was as if you were born to be a mother. Azriel firmly believed that.

“I know, buddy. I miss her too,” Azriel agreed, standing up with Alec in his arms as Alec’s head was snuggled on his shoulder with his eyes blinking slowly and a yawn on his lips, “However, if I know your momma, she should be back very soon. But right now she’s helping Aunt Nesta, remember?”

“Helping her before she has the baby?” Alec asked as Azriel walked down the hallway back to Alec’s little bedroom.

“That’s right. Your momma wants to help her before the baby comes, and that means she has to be away for a bit. But not forever,” Azriel reassured his son as he made it to the door that was left ajar that led into Alec’s room.

“I hope not forever,” Alec mumbled, yawning again as Azriel chuckled and poked his head into the small room. Alec’s bed was tucked against the wall and by a window that looked out into the open meadow, Velaris not too far away along with the massive mountains. His dresser was in the closet that had his clothes and small trinkets sitting on the top. The walls were painted in tints of purple and blue to reflect the night sky, all thanks to Aunt Feyre, and plenty of toys that were tucked into a beautiful wooden toy chest with his name engraved on the top, a generous gift from his Uncle Rhysand.

Azriel walked his son across the room, dodging the wooden sword that Alec got as a Winter Solstice gift from Cassian last year and then placing his son back in bed. Alec snuggled into the bed as Azriel tucked the blanket up and around his arms. Azriel could see that he was beyond sleepy, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and trying to stay awake as his head was sinking into the plush pillow, “Tomorrow we can go to the harbor. You, me, and momma. How does that sound?”

Alec lit up a bit from the suggestion, his smile infectious as he nodded his head, “Mmkay, Daddy. I wanna get a present for Nesta’s baby too,”

“You want to get a gift?” Azriel asked, almost in a bit of shock as Alec nodded his head again.

“Mmhmm. Maybe a stuffy like my owl, so that if the baby gets sad, the stuffy will help,” He suggested, his voice showing signs of slumber and his eyes starting to drift close with ease. Azriel was immensely proud of his son, seeing how big his heart was even when he was missing his mother and experiencing a nightmare.

“That sounds like a great idea, Alec. Now, let’s get some sleep, okay? I’ll make sure momma comes in to give you a kiss when she gets home, okay?” Azriel asked him as Alec held his stuffed owl in his tiny arms.

“Okay, Daddy. Night night,” Alec replied, letting out one more big yawn before his eyes drifted closed.

“Goodnight, buddy. I love you,” Azriel hummed against his head, pressing one more kiss against his dark locks. He then got up from the bed, about to walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind him when he heard a soft sound from the bed.

“Love you too, daddy,”

Azriel turned back and looked, seeing Alec drifting back to sleep with a soft smile. Once again, Azriel had to pause and drink in his life: to anyone else, it would be seen as mundane or ordinary. Not to him, not to the Spymaster who went through torment and pain as a youngster and always had to have people arm's length away. He saw death head-on and fought back, he’s seen fae and other beings die around him as he went on, and he always assumed he wouldn’t have a simple life or that the simple life would fulfill him.

He was wrong. This life was the only life he would ever want and need.

As he turned off the light and closed the door, with the moonlight dancing along his son’s sleeping face, Azriel considered himself a lucky Illryian for this life. He no longer had to rely on fear or brutality as other Illryians did, nor did he have to be uncertain if he would ever be happy. He was beyond happy, happy with a mate who loved him with all his flaws, happy that he had a found family who brought him out of darkness and doubt, and most importantly, happy with his son who saw Azriel as his world and more.

The next morning Azriel noticed that your side of the bed was still untouched, which made him slightly panic. But your jacket was hung on the back of a chair, as well as your messenger bag you would take. That made him confused as he got up from bed and ruffled his hair. Anytime either one of you would come in late, you would notify each other. Azriel couldn’t recall hearing you whisper to him last night or getting a kiss on the cheek, yet your things were in the room.

He poked his head into Alec’s room, seeing an adorable and loving sight as you cradled your son in your arms and the pair of you sleeping in Alec’s bed. Your wings drooped over the side of the small bed, Alec snoring away as his head was on your chest fast asleep while you too were in deep sleep with your arms tucked around him. With the early morning sun rays dancing in the room to brighten the space, it felt peaceful and almost tranquil in a way.

Azriel had to grin: the two most important beings in his life were sleeping together.

The End.

tagged - @valeridarkness @impossibelle @acourtofbatboydreams @prettylittlewrites @fxckmiup

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othervee · 1 month

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Finale thoughts!

Interesting to find out that Hillerska has had multiple warnings over several years and still didn't pull their heads in. Clearly they thought they were invincible.

Vincent and Nils stepping up to the plate when they see August's genuine distress, the way Vincent is stroking his arm. There's real friendship and love to be found, but you only see it when you're honest. Similarly, their reactions when they find out that August is backup. August receiving the posioned chalice. What else can he do now, though? He's lost Arnas, or at least part of it. He has to do the military service; he's in the position Wille has been in.

Haha, the housemaster having a drink with the boys. What else is he going to do?

Loved the scene with Felice dragging Wille to the party. Her facial expressions, she's so cute. Wille negotiating with Malin shows a level of maturity, but the male bodyguard is SO not impressed as he follows them to the palace, LOL.

LOVE that Simon brought Rosh and Ayub to the white party. And Ayub reassuring Rosh, after Stella shows herself for who she is. She's chosen the Hillerska way, all the way.

The scene between Wille and August in the clubroom. He didn't know it, but that was the closure he needed. THat they both needed. They've made peace, they can even develop a familial relationship again into the future, but right now this is as close to peace as they can have at this stage.

Nils, you giant dork. And also... They're shocked he didn't say anything earlier, but would things have been different if he had?

No Royal house, no Prince, no socialist, no drama. No before. No later. Only now. As the previous song said, back to basics. Back to the pure connection they have with each other.

The lake scene. So beautiful.

Simon's Song! Did Felice initiate that, do we think? A few of the choir were smiling at Simon. Nice to see they all (or most of them) wanted that and not the musty old version.

Oh, Kristina, that really is too little too late, but I'm glad you came through in the end.

The little token the Queen and Duke put around August's neck is a frog prince. The symbolism would be a sledgehammer if the direction or script drew attention to that, but they don't.

In the car, Wille beginning to feel the panic attack happening, the constriction of the collar around his neck, and realising what that means. This is an unhealthy system and if he stays in it, this will be his life. The constriction, the desperation, literally struggling to breathe. Echoing Simon's words to him, "I've seen how it makes you feel". Being calm because he's no longer coming from a place of despair, a place where he has no control. And Kristina knows it. It was important for Wille to tell his parents he loves them. He's coming to terms and making peace with everyone.

That closing scene, oh my god. The montage was cheesy as fuck and I am here for it. The dialogue and the execution were not cheesy. They established the important things. Wille is doing this for his sake, not for Simon's. For the first time in his life he is making an informed, calm, active choice.

Simon's FACE. OMG. The shock, barely daring to believe it, but knowing when Wille says 'For my own sake' that this is it. It's real. And then! The tears, the gasping, the incredulous joy! Omar is a natural who stepped it up even more this season, and I do hope he continues to take on acting roles because he is amazing.

Wille's FACE. The joy but more importantly the PEACE. His entire being, his posture, his aura changes and he radiates rightness. Edvin is incredible.

Also? They both look so, SO beautiful in this episode. This closing sequence, but really the entire episode.

Heading off into the sun, in white, whooping and cheering, Felice with her legs up on the dashboard, free.

And now I want LOADS of future fic about The Adventures of Wille, Simon, Sara och Felice. Tack, Lisa, for leaving it so open for us to do that!

#young royals #young royals analysis #yr s3 spoilers #young royals season 3 spoilers #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #young royals finale

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elysianeclipxe · 1 year

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secret soft boy revealed | enhypen sunghoon

warnings: insults towards build a bear, sunghoon being a judgemental bitch /hj, irony or like little hypocritical (not that bad i swear), also like mega soft hoonie

genre/au: fluff, boyfriend!sunghoon au

word count: 1.4k

summary: build-a-bear is a cliche and old thing that couple do. only lame people would go there to build a bear when it's obviously easier to just buy one.. so tell me why THE Park Sunghoon just so happens to be there, enjoying the fact that he's building a bear... whipped af

sidenote: pls don't question where my mind's at these days, idk either. like this idea legit just popped outta nowhere and has been stuck for like a week. i had to do it, i had to so deal with it. sunghoon's cute like this anyway, also hoping he isn't super ooc in this, i tried my best y'all

Sunghoon is a man with a lot of pride. That pride slowly increased as the years went by and never stopped to fall. It rose from ice skating, it rose from his fangirls at college, and it definitely rose when and as he dates you. But right now, his pride is easily being challenged by a stuffed animal store. What exactly is he looking at right now?

“Ya! What the fuck is this nightmare of a store?” He felt his feet halt at the sight of the -what’s a nice way to describe it- childish looking store. Well that’s way better compared to what he did say. His eyes are wide and figure is just frozen cause he definitely did not see this as part of his day when he said that you could take him anywhere.

“What do you mean? It’s build-a-bear, it’s cute.” You replied in a questioning tone. You tug at his arm trying to pull him inside the store but it gets progressively harder as if he doesn’t want to go in.

“It looks stupid.” You knew it, this wasn’t the ideal place to go to.

You frown at his response and let go of his hand with a huff, “you look stupid. If you really don’t wanna go in then I won’t force you to. I just thought it would be fun to do together.” Maybe you should’ve picked a different place for the two of you to go to instead of something so immature. You probably look like such a childish significant other in his eyes right now. Great…

He looked over at you and felt his figure slump at your down state. Was this build-a-bear thing such a bad thing that he would shut it down before even trying it? For others, maybe. But for you, no way. He likes you too much for that. So he lifted your chin and forced a smile, “I want to do it, just don’t expect me to be too into it. Just want you to have fun.”

“REALLY HOONIE!? You’re serious about this, promise?” With a slight nod of his head, you beamed your smile at him and excitedly dragged him into the store. This’ll be fun, right?

Oh boy were you soooo right! You and Sunghoon had only entered the workshop around 15 minutes ago and anyone can obviously see how much you’re enjoying it so far, but what you didn’t expect was to see your boyfriend enjoying just as much as you. Maybe even a little bit more. The way he paid so much attention to the worker who explained what to do first since you were both first time build-a-bear makers, or maybe how he said how you two should surprise each other with your build-a-bear and see who made a better one like it was a competition. Nevertheless, you agreed to his proposition.

So here you are, looking around the store trying to find a design you think would be best. Frogs, nope. Bunnies, cute but no. Unicorns, why. Everything seemed so basic and incomplete until there, your build-a-bear chilling on the second shelf. A little penguin.

Awwww, it’s so cute! It kinda looks like Sunghoon. My ice prince and my ice related animal, makes sense

“You are way too cute not to get! Come on, let’s go get you all plush and personalised.” You happily walk over to the worker and move onto the next step, the worker instructing you to do this silly but amusing heart warming ceremony for your almost stuffed penguin. Rubbing the plastic heart between your hands and giving the heart a wish for your plush was one of the most entertaining things to do. Screw being childish, this was terrific and you didn’t care. And it seems as though your boyfriend doesn’t care either since he comes rushing over to you with an unstuffed bear and a huge grin on his face.

“I FOUND IT!! I found the perfect one to get, a classic with my personal touch. I am definitely winning this!” He confidently handed it to the worker and worked on his heart warming ceremony. A serious look on his face as he warmed up the plastic heart in his hands, rubbing it on the fully stuffed animal to create memories, promising to care for his new build-a-bear, and sealing that promise with a kiss.

HE’S SO CUTE OMG!! HOON YOU ARE SO CUTE LIKE THIS, STUPID MY ASS, YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BOYFRIEND EVER

After everything was done, the workers placed the hearts in each stuffed animal and closed them up before handing them to you. You both thanked them before looking at each other with determination in both of your eyes. “Sorry Hoonie, but I think I won this one. I got a penguin while you got a basic bear.”

He loudly gasped at your words, hands over his heart before placing the bear’s paw over their heart. “How could you? My bear is not basic! He is a classic with a customised scarf as a personal accessory. I for sure won this challenge, step down babe.”

“How does adding a scarf make it that much better, Hoon?”

He froze. “Hoon?” He bit his lip and turned his head to the side, not noticing that his cheeks and ears began to turn the lightest shade of red. “Hoon~, wanna answer me?” You teasingly ask him, closing the distance between the two of you. “Please..”

“IgavehimasimilarscarftotheoneIgaveyouwhenwestarteddatingandiputourinitialsonthescarfaswell…” Sunghoon said quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. This is embarrassing, too embarrassing for him.

“Sunghoon, I understand nothing from that. Could you repeat it again, a little slower this time?”

“Ishhhhh, okay. I gave him a similar scarf to the one I gave you when we started dating and I put our initials on the scarf as well…” His blush deepened to the point he started covering his face with his hands. You bit your lip in pure amusement and happiness.

Yep, I’m right. My boyfriend is the cutest thing ever, I love him so much

“Can I see?” He hurriedly nodded and pushed the bear in your direction. The classic brown bear with a different colour for the heart shaped paws and the scarf that did indeed have both of your initials in it. PSH <3 Y/N. You could feel your heart melt at the sight of something so simple yet weirdly touching. This man is too much for your heart. “You win, Hoonie. I-I don’t think I can beat this.”

He peeked out of the gaps between his fingers, “really?” He saw your nod and your shy smile and started smirking at you all smug like. “You really like it, huh?”

You push his face away and begin to walk towards the counter to pay for the build-a-bears, “don’t get too cocky, Park Sunghoon!” He followed after you with a loud laugh. “Oh yeah, what do you think we should name them?”

“Tofu for the penguin and Mapo for the bear?”

“Like mapo tofu, the dish? Just why?”

“Because mapo tofu is two parts that make a great dish together, just like how you and I make a great couple together and plus we made these build-a-bears together… also I’m kind of craving some mapo tofu right now.” You slapped his shoulder and chuckled at his dorky analogy. Mapo and Tofu, kind of cute.

“Hoon, do you still want to buy them some clothes?”

“Nah, I’m kind of tired. Spent too much time trying to win the competition. We can just buy them clothes next time if we want to and order some takeout at home..” He handed over his credit card and waited for the cashier to place the stuffed animals in the bags before heading out the store with you.

“So there’s a next time?” You cheekily grinned at him. You can see that shy smile that only shows when he’s admitting to something he judged too quickly but enjoyed.

“Maybe… It wasn’t so bad going to build-a-bear with you.” He wasn’t lying, it was pretty entertaining. Especially since he saw just how happy you looked while getting your penguin. It wasn’t so much that building a bear was fun but more on how fun it was to be with you. Okay, he’s lying a bit. Maybe building his own bear was pretty fun. But he won’t admit it. Cause who would ever think that the so-called ice prince would be so into building a bear?

I hope you all enjoyed reading this random fic, I'm hoping it was okay. All support is very much appreciated <;33

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shadowgale96 · 5 months

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Little Moments in S2E2 of Heaven Official's Blessing

San Lang's jewelry sparkling when he's amused (?) by something. This one happens when the ghost gambling bets his daughters life. Reminds me of an anime glasses character's glass shine. this happens several times through the episode and is usually accompanied by a high pitched metallic sound. Like the chime of a sword unsheathing.

The green deer demon girl is adorable. Loving the frog man too.

The wind master genderbending back into a man after being dragged to a ghost spa with the undead women and freaking out about what kinda of products they used on his precious skin.

Xie Lian physically grabbing the wind master to keep him from slipping away to find a mirror. You're on a potentially life or death mission my guy. Bring a compact mirror on your next adventure. Fast thinking on an excuse by Xie Lian though!

This guy having zero points in stealth on a mission that the emperor himself said must be handled discreetly to avoid conflict with the ghost realm.

I love how they both panic, than immediately accept Qianqiu's imminent death at Hua Cheng's hand after he continues to insult the man in his own establishment.

'This place of mine is meant for revelry. If you don't want to take the path to heaven, and break into hell, what else can you do?' Hua Cheng revealing that he knew who they were already. Which isn't surprising because they all stand out enough as is, even if his husband wasn't with them and standing within within eyesight.

Respecting the demons/ghosts for calling out Qianqiu when he said they're lacking humanity and decency. Like 'Bruh, We are literally NOT human. We don't share you're morals or sense of decency at all. Just let us live our lives.' Like, I'm actually in agreement with them.

Getting into an air bender battle, while San Lang is barely flicking his wrist at him. I like how San Lang crushes the table and sends the shards flying at him. Showing he could easily impale Qianqiu before pulling him up at the last moment. It felt like San Lang was trying to teach him. He might have recognized that Qianqiu was young and foolish, but was trying to do good. So San Lang warns him by showing him what could happen if he keeps running his mouth without knowing who he's threatening. That or he decided not to dice Qianqiu because Xie Lian was watching... could go either way

HuaLian having a tender moment looking into each other's eyes while everyone waits downstairs confused.

San Lang 100% offered Qianqiu as a prize to give Xie Lian the chance to help him and Him the chance to hold hands with Xie Lian X'D

We hear that metallic chime noise again here. I think San Lang gave Xie Lian some of is luck here. San Lang also holds Xie Lian's hands on the final round too when Xie Lian rolled two 6's and wins.

Everyone's reaction to San Lang calling Xie Lian 'Gege'. Qingxuan is curious and confused. Qianqiu looks shocked and a little embarrassed. and the grandma Pleakley looking demon's head falls off their body.

San Lang telepathically ordering his assistant to have everyone STFU while he's playing with Xie Lian.

Wind Master Qingxuan pelting Qianqiu with his fan for continuing to run his mouth.

San Lang being completely smitten with Xie Lian as he drops a man from the ceiling

Xie Lian making Qianqiu shut his mouth. Dude BE QUIET! They JUST saved you.

It was incredibly sweet how when San Lang approaches Xie Lian asking for the bet he's owed, Qianqiu steps between them and holds his arm out to protect Xie Lian from who he perceives to be a threat. Qianqiu knows he wouldn't win, but he moves to protect Xie Lian anyway. He's so foolish but so brave.

San Lang would eat stale pringles off the floor if Gege touched them,

Prince being to good for his own good again by telling Xie Lian not to lie to Hua Cheng. Despite himself not liking him at all for treating him like a pinata prize in front of everyone.

This was a very cute episode and there were so many enjoyable moments.

#shi qingxuan #tgcf #lang qianqiu #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #san lang #hua cheng #tian guan ci fu #hualian

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coralinnii · 1 year

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Hello again!

It’s Anon Frog 🐸

I have some good news! My sister is getting leave before she ships out to Japan!

Anyway I was hoping for a request …… I have long hair and it fun to do styles with it so I thought I’d ask you ….

So reader has long hair and noticed they could make little horn with their hair. Kinda like pig tails but horns????? If that makes sense

Malleus noticed throughout the school day but doesn’t say anything until their late night walk.

They(reader) smiles and tell him that she wanted to try new hairstyles and remember this hairstyle reminded them of him.

Just good feelings for everyone!

Much love Anon Frog 🐸

Matching “horns” MC with the horn hairstyle feat: Malleus genre: fluff note: long haired!reader, reader is referred as Yuu!reader but can be read as not, ambiguous relationship but romantic leaning, insinuation of offspring but not necessarily through pregnancy, roughly 1.1k word count

I really have no excuse for how incredibly long this took to write but this was a cute idea to write and I wanted to try out this hairstyle but I’m not nearly skilled enough. Anyway, anon🐸 I hope you like it and that you and your sister have a great new year!

I know you can go big with this type of hairstyle but I got inspired by Anya’s cute do from Spy x Family. Also (somewhat) in time for Malleus’ birthday so yay!

I might be busier since I’m celebrating the Lunar New Year (which involves a lot of cooking) but happy Lunar New Year to everyone and may this year be lucky and filled with great fortune!

Throughout the day, you’ve gotten comments about your new look. Some were compliments (courtesy of mostly Kalim and Rook), and some were just itching for a hit from you (mainly Ace and Floyd). But even with the straightforwardness of your friends, it didn’t stop your instincts from telling you that someone else is watching you, wanting to tell you something.

And you’d be right.

During lunch, Malleus was watching you from his seat some tables away. Seeing as how he is the only student with horns (not to mention, he finds himself gazing at you a few too many times already), Malleus was quick to notice your new appearance. Two cute “horns” protruding from your head caught his eyes as the rest of your locks curl and frame your beautiful face.

“Malleus, if you stare at the prefect any longer you might burn a hole” Lilia joked as he watched his young prince. A few of the other students quiver at Malleus’ gaze and wondered what great misdeed you must have committed to incur such an intense stare.

“Please Lilia, even I’m aware that humans are not such fragile creatures” Malleus rebutted as he continued his observation. “What do you think was the human’s intentions for such an unique change in appearance?”

Since he noticed your hairstyle, Malleus’ mind was in a tizzy trying to figure out what did you mean to do such a thing? Are you imitating him the same way as Sebek does with his forced interest in coffee? Were you attempting to capture his attention as some sort of human ritual he’s unfamiliar with? He has heard that couples participate in this “matching outfits” as Lilia mentioned in passing. Was he being too hopeful or too presumptuous to believe you are sending him a hint of your intentions?

Oh, how equally captivating and confusing you were.

“In times like this, it is better to confront your confusion than to jump to conclusions, my young lord” as funny as it was, Lilia couldn’t bear to see the young prince in his frazzled mental state (even if he was the only one to see it) any longer.

Such young love, Lilia mused.

Malleus took the older fae’s words to heart and waited by the old Ramshackle dorm to see you. Nights like these became a secret routine between the two of you as you stroll around the dark landscape together.

To his delight, Malleus heard your footsteps as you rushed out the old dorm and towards him.

“Tsunotarou!” You greeted him with a small, with your mini horns still in place. “Were you waiting long?”

Malleus shook his head, a small smile graced his lips. “Not at all, Child of man” if you don’t consider an hour long. He doesn’t. “Shall we start our stroll?”

The night was pleasantly silent and the breeze was light as the two of you walked through the plains, with the occasional small tidbits of your day shared between you two, to which Malleus took as a lead-in to ask the question he’s been curious all day.

“I’ve noticed you’ve changed your typical appearance today” Malleus started off “Is there a particular reason?”

He noticed! You were starting to get nervous over the silence from Malleus about your new hairstyle, worrying that he didn't care or worse, it may come off as mocking towards him.

“I had some extra time this morning and thought about trying this hairstyle,” you explained, smiling as you lightly touch the locks that make your horns. “I reminded me of you and thought it’d be cute if we matched”

You bravely turned to look at the tall man, trying to gauge his reaction to your new look. But Malleus was unreadable to you even as his eyes bore into you, more precisely, your “horns”.

"Does it look good?" you asked but you were starting to worry he didn't.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case at all. In fact, Malleus was trying to pace his heartbeat after listening to your explanation. What a bold human you are in wishing to emulate his horns, a feature that he is aware can be intimidating to many people. And to do it with him in mind, more charming words have not been spoken.

“Such a creative use of one’s hair. It is a fascinating form of style” Malleus let his curiosity take over and asked you, “If you allow it, I would like to touch them”

Relieved, you nodded with a mischievous laugh, “I’ll allow it, but I can’t guarantee what will happen to you if you do”

“What a cheeky human you are.” Malleus chuckled. He reached out to the top of your head and caressed the soft “horns” you carefully crafted, mindful of his fingers so as not to ruin your hard work. The moment was done in comfortable silence as you stood relaxed, trusting yourself under Malleus’ gentleness.

Malleus’ mind began drifting to the days where his horns were small like yours. He recalled Lilia regaling the tales of Malleus’ younger years and as humiliating as that was, he now wondered if his children would have horns like these, so small and adorable.

As the future King, he knew that he would have to sire an heir someday but he never spent a moment to visualize that image. But now, he couldn’t stop himself as he thought how cute his child would be with horns like these, along with other features from you. How cute his offspring would be with your bright eyes or your beautiful hair that you would brush as their parent. Perhaps they would have your laugh as well. In fact, he would be content even if they don't look anything like him, so long as they're your child, and his.

“Tsunotaro?” Your voice broke through his wandering mind. “Are you alright?”

Malleus didn’t realise that he stopped his previous attention to your hair as his mind delved deeper into thought. He also didn’t notice the small growl he emitted under his breath, but you certainly did.

“Yes, I’m alright” he assured you “I was simply lost in thought for a moment”

You believed him since you did see the way he had a faraway look in his green eyes. His gaze was still in the moment but there was a sense of wistfulness as he looked at you, which had you a little flustered.

To ease your embarrassment, you took a step back (though you already missed Malleus’ touch) and smiled your nerves away. “Should we keep going with our walk?”

Malleus agreed, resuming his stroll with you. But his previous thoughts have not left as he grew fond of the idea of children, more specifically children with you. As you shared the events of your day, Malleus was pondering on what he could do to match you as you did.

Perhaps matching rings?

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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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i absolutely adore the way you write viva <333 I’d love to hear your nsfw headcanons ;)

Omggg thank you☺️ and I’ve been thinking bout it for sometime and thank you for FINALLY requesting it🤍🤎

Viva x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

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🌸Viva is totally into overstimulation. She will make you cum about 5 times before she gives you mercy.

🌸This woman is a sneaky fuck and will tease you just to see your baffled reaction.

🌸Viva kinks are hair pulling, edging, bdsm, and overstimulation

🌸She will take any risks she wants to do or you want to try out. If you want to try public sex, she’s all here for it.

🌸Her turn ons are you wearing her clothes, you getting overly excited like her, you giving her physical attention to her hair or face (She is REALLYYYY touch starved)

🌸When it comes to doing the do, she is into semi-sloppy sex. She will want to make a mess of you but wanna make it a little easier to clean up afterwards

🌸Viva is a switch but leans towards topping. If you want to be the top, she will let you, but once she sees you bottoming out, she is flipping y’all over and taking the reigns

🌸She prefers using her mouth and fingers, but when she uses a strap, you’re a loud moaning mess. Y’all can’t tell me she won’t handle a strap like she does it on a regular.

🌸She’s loud when having sex but knows when to be quiet when she has to.

🌸She’s more of a gentle dom but isn’t afraid to be mean when she has to. “Cmon my princess/prince/baby. You can take it, since you’ve been a fucking brat today.”

🌸I headcannon she’s also very flexible so she’s always putting her s/o into some sort of imaginative poses when pounding their guts.

🌸(pretend they have phones) She’s the type to record or take a picture of you while y’all are fucking or she’s giving you head to watch it later when she’s in the mood.

🌸She lovessss when you leave marks or scratch marks on her. She wears them as little trophies from her s/o. But don’t think she won’t mark you right back up.🤫

🌸If you wear anything pink or her type of styled lingerie, she’s gonna have you drugged up on her by the early morning.

🌸Viva can last up to 4-5 rounds because of her high metabolism and her high energy. If you get tired in between SHES giving you 30 minutes to catch your breath and she’s back on you again.

🌸WILL NOT AGREE TO HURT YOU!!! She’s only ok with spanking, but anything else is a hard ass NO!

🌸During the do she is very funny and makes jokes, but keeps it semi-serious if y’all are deep in the mood.

🌸When she’s in the mood she gets more physical and she pays more attention to you and your movements. She will also start grabbing on you and making her kisses more passionate.

🌸Viva keeps herself maintained down there and she’s kinda ok with being bald, but she prefers to have a little maintained bush down there.

🌸She is the queen of aftercare. She’s rubbing your body from the soreness, running a bubble bath, making your favorite snack, bringing you your favorite drink, and if you’re still up she’s cuddling you while watching a Disney movie (Moana or The Princess and the Frog.)

THATSSSS ALLL and I literally wrote this off of 2 hours of sleep and a badass headache so I hope y’all enjoy this☺️😮‍💨GAMMA OUT

#viva trolls #trolls x reader #trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls viva #trolls viva x reader #viva x reader

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Push it till it Breaks | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Once you realize you have feelings for your best friend, Eddie, you can't make yourself say the words out loud. Not even when you notice he has feelings for you too. So you tease the hell out of him in hopes it will make him snap. Probably shouldn't have done in in the middle of a Hellfire meeting. Well, you're certainly not complaining if it gets you Eddie.

Warnings: 18+, there's fluff if you squint, angst, explicit sexual content, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, unprotected sex (reader on pill), squirting, come as lube, Master kink (Eddie is the Dungeon Master, it makes sense), dom!Eddie, use of pet names, aftercare is offered but reader wants round 2 first, degradation (whore/slut), flashbacks, drug use,

Words: 6199

a/n: thank you @yourdollydreams for the request! I had a lot of fun with it! I tweaked it a tiny bit to rather teasing Eddie in a turning him on sense, she also tries to push his buttons to make him lose control. I hope that's okay! There is a scene with that, but it's not the whole premise because this ran away with me.

Requests are open, I'll take Steve and Steddie too! Send some, if you'd like! Masterlist

Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

You’re not really sure when it happened, to be honest. There doesn’t seem like a set time that you really started to have feelings for your best friend. You can absolutely pinpoint when you realized you’d had feelings. But the realization came with a minor epiphany that they were far from a new development. Simply that your brain had caught up with your heart. Among other things.

Eddie has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You’ve lived in Forest Hills Trailer park, three lots down from him, ever since you were born. Wayne had gone to school with your dad and they both work at the plant together. So, most of your days were spent with wide brown eyes and heavy music. Over the years and the confusing puberty time period, you’d assumed he’d want to not be best friends with a girl anymore.

Some archaic belief nagging at the back of your brain that you’d grow apart, that guys and girls can’t be friends. But that couldn’t have been farther off base if you’d tried. Nothing can trump the connection from years worth of playing on the same playground. Sharing lame jokes that make you both wheeze with laughter. Parental figures working nights, leaving the slightly older boy in charge of looking after you both. It’s a bond that you just can’t break.

So yeah, somewhere along the lines, you fell for Eddie “the freak” Munson. It’s a little annoying. Not in the sense that you’re pissed it’s Eddie you want. You just wouldn’t have wasted your time kissing so many frogs in hopes of a prince if you knew that you could have Eddie. What’s annoying is you want to know when it happened. The idea of things creeping up on you doesn’t sit right. God, the day you realized, you acted like such an idiot too.

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“What are we watching tonight, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, sparking up a joint where he sits on the couch, shirtless, sweatpant clad legs spread. The light glow from the lamp in the living room paints Eddie in a soft, golden hue, enhancing his relaxed features. All you can do is watch as he lets the smoke spill out of his mouth before inhaling it through his nose. Your eyes fixate on the trail from his plump lips, licking your own.

What the fuck is going on with you?

Why are you staring at him like a creep?

Shaking yourself out of whatever the hell that was, your gaze snaps to the two boxes in your hands. “Um,” you swallow thickly, trying very hard to get your brain to read the words printed in front of you. “Stuck between The Shining and Carrie,” you fumble out. You’re about two seconds away from actually slapping yourself.

You’ve never acted like this around Eddie before. You’ve seen him without his shirt on more times than you can count. Hell, you went with him to get both chest tattoos and the headless bat he has on his ribcage. The two of you have been friends long enough that you’ve both accidentally walked in on the other while changing, so the fact that his thin sweats do nothing in hiding what’s underneath shouldn’t be a surprise either.

Laying an arm over the armrest, Eddie narrows his eyes to protect them as the smoke coils up from another drag. “So you just want to mentally fuck me tonight, got it.”

Warmth burns your cheeks at his words, freezing your frame still. The instinct to fire back that you wouldn’t fuck him singes your tongue. “I-” That’s not something all that weird to come out of Eddie’s mouth, nor your attempted rebuttal. So why in the hell did it send a shock down your spine like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you? You’re not even high yet, so there goes that excuse.

“I’m just kidding, babe,” he says, ashing the joint before leaning forward to hand it to you. “You know you can pick whatever you want,” Eddie says, your shaky hand taking the rolled paper from him.

Inhaling deeply into your lungs, you hold your breath, hoping this will knock some sense into you. Or rather, knock enough out that you don’t have to think about what’s happening and why you’re being so fucking weird. “The Shining it is, then,” you say on the exhale. Putting the tape in, you go back over to the couch, handing the weed back before plopping down on the couch beside him. Without a second thought, you throw your legs into his lap like you’ve done countless times before, settling into the corner of the couch as the movie starts.

Not missing a beat, Eddie’s free hand comes to your legs, running along the bare skin from your pajama shorts. Your breath catches in your chest feeling the warmth of his hand on you. Cold, chunky rings doing nothing to hide the searing heat blazing your flesh. His hand never goes more than a few inches above your knee as you hand the joint back and forth. But the way his fingers glide across the small portion of thigh he does touch lights a fire inside of you.

You’re not even paying attention to the movie. The images flashing on the screen, but the only thing you can focus on is his fucking hand. You didn’t even realize that he was trying to talk to you until his hand grips your thigh, shaking it a bit to get your attention. “Huh?” You whip your head to face him.

“I asked if you wanted the last hit,” Eddie repeats himself, holding the roach your way.

The question might as well have been a slap in the face the way your heart tightens in your chest. Suddenly every single thing makes sense to you. The way his hand has you so bent out of shape. The way he inhaled shooting straight to your core. How he always lets you pick the movie, or the music, and always offers you the last hit. Everything that your best friend does for you wrapped up in a tiny little bow. Why every little thing about Eddie is so noticeable and intense tonight.

You fucking like him.

You were so startled by his mind fuck comment and couldn’t say that you wouldn’t because it’d be a fucking lie. Subconsciously, you knew that you wanted to be with Eddie before your brain had even had a moment to process the information.

Son of a bitch.

“I- uh,” you clear your throat, his eyebrows raising at you in waiting.

“You alright?” Eddie asks when you still haven’t answered.

“Great!” You say a little too chipper. “Um, I’m good,” you shake your head, waving at the burnt paper, “you can have it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows pinch, like he knows something’s off. But he doesn’t say anything, which you’re grateful for. He only nods, taking the last hit and snubbing the remnants. After doing so, he curls his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. Meanwhile your heart is having a field day in your chest.

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So, yeah, it became pretty obvious to you that you felt some type of way about Eddie. With noticing everything about him, you started to realize that everything you liked about Eddie, he did for you. Playing your favorite songs softly on his acoustic when you had trouble sleeping. Coming over in the middle of the night when your bathroom sink broke and fixing it for you. Giving you rides everywhere because the thought of his best friend walking somewhere was ridiculous to him. Letting you decide what you were doing on days he didn’t have Hellfire or practice.

Each and every time you’d offered to do whatever he wanted to do, Eddie would hit you with a ‘I wanna do whatever you want, princess,’ or something of that nature. And the pet names. They’d never stopped. Princess, babe, love, sweetheart. You name it, Eddie’s more than likely called you that. It wasn’t until the day that after a weak attempt to fill the Eddie sized hole in your heart with someone else only resulting in heartbreak did you realize why he always called you sweet names. When he told you that you were too good for the asshole that cheated on you all of a month into the relationship.

‘Babe, you’re perfect and if he can’t see that, he’s a fucking idiot that doesn’t deserve you,’ were his exact words. But it was in the way he held you close to his chest, peppering kisses in your hair while he rubbed your back that it hit you.

Eddie liked you too.

Your best friend wanted in your pants but he was just too much of a gentleman to say it outright. You’re not blind and you’re far from stupid. And to be frank, it’s not like Eddie doesn’t have warmth pooling in your gut with the smallest of actions. Maybe, in some backwards sort of way, you hope that over exaggerating your own feelings for him will let Eddie do what you can’t seem to do. Have the courage to make the first move.

So rather than put your big girl pants on and talk about it, you teased him. The way he stuttered his words when you’d asked if he was an idiot then too was well worth it.

But once you’d started to tease him about it, you didn’t really know how to stop. It’s become this kind of rapport you share. Him subtly hitting on you while you push it too far to get him to crack. It’s just that he hasn’t cracked. Eddie is like a stone fucking wall when it comes to his resolve. You’d thought for sure the day you’d gotten him to pop a boner class that he finally would’ve said something.

Except that he didn’t.

You two were talking about some potential date with Jason Carver. One you’d never say yes to, mind you. But still. Word had spread that after the jock’s friend hurt you, that he wanted to swoop in and save the day. You’d rather make out with a viper.

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“A shoulder to cry on is a dick to ride on, sweetheart,” Eddie scoffed under his breath.

You roll your eyes, while he’s not necessarily wrong, that's probably exactly Jason’s hopes and intentions, it only lets his jealousy show. “What’s the matter, Eds?” You drop your tone, honey sweet, “would you rather it be your shoulder?” You ask, knowing good and well he’ll get the insinuation.

“Pfft, anyone is better than Jason, babe,” he says, fiddling with his pencil. “Besides, last I’d heard,” Eddie leans over, “Carver doesn’t know shit about pleasing a woman in bed.” But the sneer on his slips does nothing to hide the meaning of his words.

“That so?” You meet him the rest of the way, placing your hand above his knee, “tell me something, Eds.” You slide your hand up his thigh, squeezing as you go, and Eddie stills, tension locking his shoulders while he holds his breath. Just as you’re about to reach the inseam, you whisper, “do you know how to please a woman better than Jason?” You make sure to add an extra layer of sugar to the jock’s name, really lay it on thick with Eddie. “You think you could please me?” You tease, reaching your destination and feeling the hardened bulge in his jeans.

Eddie jolts out of his stool so quickly, he nearly knocks it over, mumbling “bathroom,” to the teacher scolding him for his outburst.

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All Eddie did was excuse himself to the bathroom and acted like nothing ever happened come lunchtime. Like he didn’t rub one out in the middle of school because of something you’d said. It was kind of infuriating. Sure, you weren’t exactly thinking he’d jump your bones in the middle of a crowded classroom. You don’t even know what you were expecting. Some other kind of a reaction than that.

An acceptance. Some kind of affirmation.

An agreement that he in fact could take care of you. That he wanted to. Just like you so desperately wanted him to. You’re running out of ways to tease him that aren’t just throwing yourself at him or walking into his room stark naked.

“I need your help,” Eddie’s voice startles your head out of your locker as he leans on the one beside it.

“Fuck’s sake, Munson,” you clutch your chest, heart hammering from how hard you were yanked from your thoughts. “Are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

He only laughs at your anxiousness, “never! I like having you around too much, princess,” Eddie grins while you shove the last textbook into your locker.

Closing your locker, you wink at him, “always knew you had the hots for me, Eds.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie playfully swats at your arm, making you giggle.

You’re confident in his feelings for you. But when it comes to the actual act of opening your mouth and telling Eddie how you feel, you clam up. And you’re honestly a little worried that with how long you’ve been teasing him about it, Eddie might not believe you if you said it in earnest. That you were playing some trick. If only he knew that you mean every word. So all you can do now is hope he breaks since you’ve dug yourself into a hole you have no idea how to get out of.

“What did you need help with?” You lean against the lockers, facing him.

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, “Mike thought it’d be a good idea to get the flu.” With a huff, he presses on, “and I’m not about to get sick for one and cancel the last meeting for Hellfire before break. So, I was hoping” he reaches over and taps your nose, “you would come by as a stand in?”

“Yeah, why not,” you say. It’s been a bit since you’ve played. He taught you how when you were kids, but never got as into it as he did. Helping him plan his campaigns however, that was pretty fun. “Are you still on the Cult of Vecna? I’d hate to be accused of cheating,” you remark.

“No, we finished that a few weeks ago,” Eddie smiles, “if the dice treats them kindly, the party will be taking down a succubus tonight.”

“Do I have enough time to shower and change first? Gym kicked my ass today,” you tell him.

Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulder like you didn’t literally just tell him you think you smell. “Of course,” he says, leading you towards the exit. “Gotta grab you an official shirt first anyway,” Eddie weaves through the mass of students making their way to the bus or their cars. Reaching his van, he opens the passenger door for you. As always, waving his arm out with a bow, “M’lady, your chariot.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you kiss his cheek, “always such a gentleman.” Even hopping in your seat, you don’t miss the way he tries to hide his blush behind his curls.

Getting in the driver’s seat, Eddie blasts the mixtape he made for you all the way to the trailer park, not saying a word until he pulls up outside your place. Opening your door, he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, “I’m gonna go grab the shirt, be back in a few, okay?”

“Sure thing, handsome,” you pat his chest, boots hitting the grass. Batting your eyelashes at him, you saunter towards your front door.

Biting away your giggle at pushing his buttons once again, you narrowly miss his grumbled speech under his breath. “...be the fucking death of me.”

Passing through the kitchen once inside, you see a note with a twenty on the counter from your dad. Telling you he had to leave early today, but to get yourself something to eat for dinner. Shoving the money in your bag, you make a beeline for the bathroom. You all but tear your clothes off in your haste to get clean, scrubbing yourself harder than necessary. But you really fucking hate gym class and were forced to participate today.

Satisfied that you only smell like your shampoo and favorite soap, you wrap your towel around yourself and head to your room to get dressed. You have half a mind to just stand there and wait for Eddie to come back. Wondering if you being in nothing but a towel would finally let his instincts take over, throw the gentlemanly attitude in the trash and just take you. But, he’d asked you for your help and knew he would be angry with himself if he missed Hellfire.

You want Eddie, that’s a fact. But you don’t want to prevent him from doing the things he loves. So you quickly get dressed. Grabbing a pair of wide fishnets and a short, black and red skirt and your boots. Choosing a dark red, lacey bra and panty set to match. It’s only when you start digging through your drawers for a shirt that you remember you’re supposed to be wearing a Hellfire shirt tonight.

A wicked grin splits your face, an idea forming that you simply can’t turn down. Not bothering to put a shirt on, you sit on your bed with your bra covered tits on display, leaning back on your palms to wait for Eddie. Your front door opens and nerves settle in your chest. What if he freaks out in a bad way?

“You ready, princess?” Eddie’s voice floats through the trailer, his footsteps making their way to your room, “sorry it took so- fuck.” Eddie’s words slow to a halt when he sees you displayed on your bed. “I- um, sorry,” he covers his eyes with his free hand, burning red cheeks beneath his palm.

“It’s okay to look, Eds,” your voice saccharine even to yourself, “promise I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that, of course.”

“Put this on,” Eddie unceremoniously tosses the fabric in your general direction, successfully covering your chest, “we’re gonna be late.”

“What’s the matter, Eds?” You tease further, standing up and putting on the Hellfire shirt, tying it behind your back so it doesn’t cover your skirt and exposes some of your midriff. Hearing the rustling of fabric, his hand falls from his face, expression stern. It warms your core in the most delicious way possible. You can’t help but push him harder, getting in his space, “can’t handle seeing a girl wearing a bra? Or is it me that’s doin’ it for ya?”

“Keep acting like a brat, babe,” Eddie warns, an inch from your face, pointing at you, “and I’ll put you over my fucking knee. ‘Kay?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, smirking at the red tinge of your cheeks before walking out of your room.

That shuts you up real quick and you follow him outside to his van.

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As much as you wanted to poke and prod at Eddie on the way back to school, you didn’t. It wasn’t in fear of him putting you over his knee. That sounds amazing. It was the hard lines on his face as he kept checking his watch. The way he would groan and his fingers would fidget on the steering wheel at every red light you hit on the way there. You kept quiet, bobbing your head to the music, being good so that Eddie could get to his friends on time.

Did that stop you from uncrossing your legs when his hand found the gear shift in hopes he would reach over to place his hand on your thigh? No, no it did not. Did you get what you wanted? Also no. Annoyed with yourself for not pressing him further, you didn’t even notice you’d gotten to school until your door was yanked open. Eddie’s palm up in offering to help you out of the van.

You sat at the Hellfire table where everyone had their sheets, notes, and dice set up to play, dutifully listening to the recap of their last session. It wasn’t hard to keep up with, and you really think that if you all work together properly that you’d be able to kill the succubus. Gareth joked that he could just seduce it, win her over so that no one had to fight or die.

The way Eddie rolled his eyes at the suggestion sealed the deal.

This is how you’re going to get what you want. If you couldn’t tease Eddie to the point of snapping, you’ll poke the metaphorical bear and piss him off enough to.

“I think you should do it,” you say, placing your hand on Gareth’s shoulder leaning into him, “I’m sure you’ve got what it takes, big guy.”

You miss Dustin’s muttered, “oh, shit,” and Jeff’s wince.

Eddie’s hand falls to your thigh under the table, squeezing just enough to equally hurt and feel amazing. “Forget what I said already?” His eyes have darkened and have a glint to them that makes you crave. You know exactly what he’s talking about, but shake your head anyway. He juts his lips, giving you a curt nod and his hand vanishes. “You cannot seduce a succubus,” Eddie explains, playing off his question like it was meant for the group and not you. “She will see right through your bullshit attempt and kill you twice as fast.”

“Come on,” your voice drips honey, rolling your eyes, ignoring Eddie to face Gareth and stroke his cheek with your finger, “Gareth’s more than attractive enough to pull it off. Aren’t you?” You coo, pinching his reddened cheek.

You feel a little bad, using Gareth to get Eddie pissed off enough to do something. But at least you’re not lying. Gareth, objectively, is attractive. So what’s a little boost to his ego to get you what you want going to hurt? Nothing.

“Is that really your course of action, Gareth the Great?” Eddie grits, pointing to the set of dice in front of the other boy. Brown eyes wild and his tone not even trying to hide his annoyance.

Furrowing his brows, Gareth contemplates his options, before holding up a finger and turning his attention to the rest of the group. Wanting their opinion as to whether he can actually do this or not. A conversation you’re not allowed to be a part of when Eddie’s hand grabs your thigh again, jerking your legs open and you closer to him.

Your wide eyes meet him where he’s leaning in his throne to whisper, “you really want to be put over my knee that badly, babe?”

“Oh, Eddie,” you purr, guiding his hand farther up your thigh, “don’t threaten me with a good time. Because all it sounds like to me is weightless threats. Why don’t you do something, Eds?”

“Watch it,” his free hand comes up, ring clad finger pointing at you again, “keep it up and I won’t care that we’re mid session. Understand?” Eddie’s getting close and your nerves are buzzing in delight. That some part of him is accepting your advances. But the fact that he’s still trying to contain himself only eggs you on more. “Careful, princess.”

Is that so?

Settling in your seat, you smile sweetly, “I understand, Master,” teasing his role of Dungeon Master. You smirk at the way his hand tightens around your thigh. You know what the bandana in his pocket means and you were hoping that he did too. The way his mouth pinches into a thin line only confirms your hopes. “I promise I’ll be good,” you say, lying through your teeth.

“I’m gonna do it,” Gareth declares, happily oblivious to the conversation that just occurred, startling you two away from one another, leaving your thigh cold. “I’m gonna roll a charisma check, gonna try and woo her with my drum skills.”

“For fuck’s-” Eddie scrubs the irritation from his face, “go ahead. Don’t expect this to be easy,” he growls, “perfect twenty or you fail and I get to watch her eat you.”

No matter what happens after Gareth lets the die fly out of his hands, you’re certain of one thing; you’ve got Eddie now. Time to make him crack. The die hits the table, bouncing a few times before rolling to a stop. Lifting from your seat, you peer over to the other side, giving Eddie a perfect view of your ass. Hearing him groan, you lean further, seeing a golden twenty on the sleek black die.

“See, Gareth,” you plop back down in your chair. Reaching over, you run your hands through his curls, “I knew you had what it takes to please a woman.” You really hope throwing that line out that had gotten Eddie so worked up last time would be what it takes to make him lose control now.

“Well aren’t you-” Gareth’s words are cut short from Eddie’s throne skidding across the floor from his force to stand. Silence falls after the screech.

“Get up,” he states. When you don’t move, he drags your chair out from under the table. “I warned you,” he seethes in your ear, bending to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. Your squeal is ignored by everyone at the table when Eddie’s palm smacks your ass. “Have fun fucking a succubus, Gareth. We’ll be back,” Eddie doesn’t bother looking over his shoulder, heading for the exit.

You look up at the group, hoping one of them will help you or get Eddie to calm down, but they don’t. Jeff is only hiding his smile behind his hand as he shakes his head. Mike looks uncomfortable, not surprising. Dustin winces, awkwardly waving at your retreating form. Lucas mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. Not even Gareth saves you, too strung out on the fact that he’d rolled perfectly. Because unbeknownst to you, everyone in that room knows of Eddie’s feelings for you. Your blatant teasing hasn’t gone unnoticed by any of them, they’re honestly surprised Eddie didn’t yank you out of the room the first time you touched Gareth.

Throwing the door open, Eddie doesn’t say a word as he carries you down the hall, trying door handles until he finds one that’s unlocked. Halfway down the hall, he’s successful, pushing that door open just as hard as the club’s. “You know,” he huffs, yanking the teacher’s rolling chair out, “I tried to be nice.”

He sets you on your feet for the two seconds it takes him to sit down before pulling you over his lap. “Eddie,” you try to scramble up, only to be slapped on the ass again.

“Quiet,” Eddie orders, situating you until you're positioned properly, one arm holding your lower back to keep you in place, the other hiking your skirt. “D’you think I’m stupid? Fucking with Gareth to get a rise out of me. Thought I wouldn’t notice?” He asks, spanking you again when you don’t answer.

“Not stupid, Eds,” you pant, the sting warming your exposed skin, the thin lace doing nothing to hide the discoloration from his palm. “Just very fucking stubborn,” you correct him, with a breathless laugh. “Can’t take what’s blatantly offered to you.”

“That so?” Eddie rubs your ass, gripping the plump flesh before slapping it again. He dips his hand, running his fingers over your clothed folds, chuckling at the wet patch. “Aww, so wet already? Only a slut’s pussy gets wet from just spanking her. That what you are? My little slut?”

You moan, “yes,” arching your back to try and get more contact to your aching pussy.

“And she’s desperate too,” Eddie coos, speaking about you as if you’re not even there. Yanking your panties down, he ghosts his fingers against your slit, “I bet it hurts, hmm?” Eddie slaps both sides of your ass, hard, making you cry out and grip the chair and his legs. “I bet it does,” he kneads the flesh, “being so needy over so little. Don’t worry,” his shoves two fingers inside of you, you don’t know if you screamed or moaned, “Master will take care of you, sweetheart.”

His voice oozes faux sympathy and your eyes roll back as he brushes that sweet spot inside of you instantly. “E-Eddie,” you moan, trying to meet the thrust of his fingers.

Yanking you up by your hair, Eddie removes his fingers, slapping your ass. The wet digits make it sting even more. “Call me that again, and you’ll be biting down on your soaked panties for the rest of the night. Got it?”

“Yes,” you grunt from the angle. Eddie only pulls your hair harder, making you wince, “yes, Master.” Your hair is released and you gasp, falling back to his leg.

“Good girl,” he praises, sinking his fingers back inside, building your orgasm at twice the rate. You’re a moaning mess in his lap, writhing and ready to snap. “I shouldn’t let you cum for being such a brat before,” Eddie considers. “But fuck, babe, I wanna hear the way you scream when you cum.”

He doubles his efforts and your eyes roll back, moaning wantonly. “Fuck,” you gasp, warmth spreading through your core like lava. Hot and thick. “Please, please- fuck,” you cry out, a harsh slap to your ass, hightening the sensations in your cunt.

“Might put those panties in your mouth anyway, princess,” Eddie curls his fingers again and you’re sure you’re going to black out. “Wouldn’t want the rest of the group to hear how much of a whore you are. Ready to fall apart before I’ve even got my dick in you. Come on,” Eddie groans, his hard cock pressing against your stomach, thumb dipping to circle your clit, “show them what a good, little slut you are for me, baby.”

Static washes over your limbs, a loud, broken moan falling from your lips and you gush. Squirting all over Eddie’s fingers, thighs shaking through your orgasm. Your eyes screw shut, Eddie not stopping the thrusts of his fingers, the coil winding inside of you faster than you knew it could. And before you can even say it’s sensitive, or too much, your walls flutter around him as you come again. Your head grows fuzzy from the intensity of two in such quick succession.

“That’s my fucking girl,” Eddie growls, pulling his fingers out. You can hear him sucking them clean, “fuck, you taste good.” Helping you up, he bends you over the desk, hearing his belt unbuckle, his pants sliding down after. “Ready?” Eddie asks, rubbing the tip of his dick along your cunt.

“Please,” you gasp against the cold wood, hands splayed as you turn your head, “please, Master. Need you.”

“All you’ve ever, ever had to do,” Eddie accentuates his words with harder rubs to your folds, “was ask.” Proving to you that had you properly opened your mouth from the beginning that you could’ve been doing this much sooner. “If it’s too much, I want you to say red, understand?” You nod, trying to push back onto his dick. But he pulls farther away, rubbing your hip softly, “I need words, baby.”

“I understand, Master.”

“Good girl,” he praises, lifting the back of your shirt to place a kiss on your spine. Finally, his cock pushes inside of you, the stretch eliciting a lewd moan from your mouth.

“Oh my g-god,” you gasp out a throaty moan, the fullness of your walls stretching you so perfectly. All you can think about is where you’re connected. His cock full hilt, the hand bruisingly holding your hip and the other rubbing the swell of your ass.

“Not god, baby, just me,” Eddie chuckles darkly, slowly pulling back to just the tip. Dragging himself inside your pussy in teasing strokes, going only halfway back in to pull back again. “So tight, baby, fucking perfect.” He lifts your leg up until your knee is resting on the desk and then he slams into you deep, provoking another scream. “That’s right, let it out, pretty girl. Scream for your Master.”

You grit your teeth, the constant ramming of that spongy spot inside of you leaves stars behind your eyelids. “Fuck, fuck,” you gasp, moaning as you try to push back to meet his thrusts.

Eddie wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up until you’re flush with his chest, free hand groping your breasts. “Sound so pretty,” he groans in your ear, thrusting faster and your eyes roll back. “Gonna come again?” Eddie asks, leaving your breasts to circle his fingers around your clit. “Soak my cock, baby.” Throwing your head back, you scream incomprehensible sounds, your orgasm rushing through you and splashing all over his dick pumping into you at a startling pace. “This what you wanted? Hmm? Wanted me?”

“Yes,” you croak, vocal chords going through it with the way you keep screaming from his efforts.

“Prove it,” Eddie says, swiftly pulling out to sit back down in the rolling chair. Grabbing your hips, he helps you straddle his lap. “Show me how badly you’ve wanted me, princess. It’s your turn to make Master feel good,” Eddie guides his dick back inside and you sigh, feeling him back where he belongs.

“Wanted you for so long, Eds,” you whine, out of breath and very fuzzy. You hold his shoulders for balance, bouncing on his cock.

His brown eyes soften only just, the hands holding your waist tenderly rubbing the skin. “Me too, princess,” Eddie says, grabbing the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. You melt into it, grinding against his cock, putting pressure on your clit in a way that has another orgasm bubbling under the surface. You can barely think, let alone breathe when Eddie mutters, “gettin’ close, babe,” helping you grind against him faster. “Can I come inside? Mark this perfect pussy as mine?”

Resting your forehead against his, you nod, not trusting your voice. You’re on the pill, something you can absolutely tell him later once you have the proper functions to do so. For now, “p-pill,” is all you can manage. At least, you think you said it. Your throat certainly made a noise. Whether it was an actual word is up for debate. He’s doing a wonderful job making you cock drunk and you never want to look back.

Eddie chuckles, wrapping both arms around your back to hold your shoulders, thrusting up into you with sloppy, hard movements. “That’s my girl,” he moans, pounding into you and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, that the burn of your orgasm won’t be more than a tease, your walls clench and you come again. Eddie following you soon after, “fuck, baby,” moaned from him lips, his cock burying deep inside of you as the warmth of his cum spreads inside your pussy.

Panting and struggling to catch your breath, Eddie carefully pulls out of you. One hand rubs softly on your reddened ass, the other tracing shapeless designs on your back. “You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, all the tenderness in his voice returned, wrapping you in the best kind of warmth. “What do you need?” Eddie asks when you don’t answer, leaning his head back to try and get you to look at him.

Barely opening your eyes, you half nod your head, mumbling, “just you. Always needed you,” you smile sleepily.

“You have me, babe,” Eddie places soft kisses on your lips, coaxing your head down from the clouds. “I think you have for a while now,” he laughs under his breath.

“Took you long enough,” you huff, opening your eyes enough to properly see him.

“Maybe, if you realize you like me,” Eddie chuckles, out of breath from both of your efforts. “Don’t tease me so much that I think you’re just joking, just say something.”

Sitting up, you give him a mock salute, “yes, sir,” with a dopey smile.

His fingers dig into your hips, “what was that?” It takes you a moment to sift through the haze in your brain to notice he’s not angry, his hard cock digging into your ass. But you bite your lip once you understand what he means. “Say it again,” he grinds you against him, your eyes fluttering shut with a sigh. Lifting you enough to prod at your pussy, Eddie repeats, “call me sir again, sweetheart.”

The tease gets to your head as much as it does your pussy, “please, sir,” you whine, trying to get him inside of you again.

“For you, princess?” Eddie sinks you down on his cock, the sinful sounds of both of your cum making you moan, “always. Now be a good girl and come so that I can get you home and take care of you, yeah?”

You probably won’t be making it back to Hellfire as your hips start to roll again.

But at least you’ve finally got Eddie.

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Neige’s Unique Magic 🍎

Neige LeBlanche has been rotating around my brain I swear 🤣 I keep thinking about him after making a redesign, I want to redraw some scenes of Book 5 with my interpretation of him. But now I’m wondering what Neige’s Unique Magic is…

He *does* attend RSA after all, the top rival magic school to NRC. And despite how oblivious he can be haha, I’m sure he’s capable in using magic. But I’ve never been one to be particularly creative with magic systems -v-

Snow White was connected to…the wishing well, the Poison Apple, the Sleeping Death, the true love’s kiss, the Dwarves/mine/gemstones, animals, her singing, the Dark Forest, and the Magic Mirror.

Many of the things Snow White is connected to is brought back in Pomefiore. Vil has a “Fairest One of All,” a Unique Magic that can curse any object with conditions of his choosing. Epel has “Sleep Kiss,” putting the victim asleep in a coffin-like barrier made of glass. And Rook has “I See You/Arrow Afar,” allowing him to pinpoint and track his target. So about half the things that Snow White is connected to is already taken by the other characters 🧐

Additionally, I feel like Silver gets the fairytale stereotype of animals following him around haha, even leading them to assist him in battle in Book 7. Neige also seems to have genuinely worked hard to reach his level of singing/stage skill, so I don’t think his UM would be related to that either. Mirror-related magic may probably be reserved for a more important character/villain later in the main game too…Hm. Snow White’s wish does come true through the wishing well, but there’s also a relics of the wishing well at NRC, and wish related magic seems a bit too OP and out there haha.

So I’m thinking that Neige’s Unique Magic is related to the concept of True Love’s Kiss? Perhaps his Unique Magic would literally be called that too haha \(//∇//)\ That, or it’s something mostly unrelated to the film lmao. A lot of the TWST boys have creative liberties taken with their Unique Magics, while being very subtle references to their film, such as Leona’a “King’s Roar” or in cases like Deuce’s “Double Down/Bet The Limit” where it’s something completely new.

But I feel like it would be fitting for Neige to have that sort of “Fanservicey” and very fairytale-esque type of magic 🤣 True Love’s Kiss tends to be an inherently magical trope. Perhaps his touch or kiss (probably on the cheek or forehead?) can heal in some manner or remove something that has affected the target Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Basically being the healer of the group

True Love’s Kiss is also often used in stories to return someone back to their true form, like the Little Mermaid, the Frog Prince fairytale, Beauty and the Beast, etc. Perhaps Neige’s Unique Magic can “transform” someone back to their original state of being? I’m not sure, because since Overblots are a thing, that seems like something that could have too much power…perhaps True Love’s Kiss could be a protective “blessing”/charm of sorts, to prevent the target from having their form changed or being affected by magical poisons or curses for a certain period of time. Basically like a counter to UM’s like Vil’s.

Edit: @emyluwinter brought up an awesome idea in the comments! In Snow White, Snow kisses all the dwarves before they go to work in the mines as a kiss of good luck. So the idea was brought up that Neige’s magic could cast temporary luck/protection on the target. I also think of it as, perhaps in a battle, the user could be saved by a lucky miss, or get in a lucky hit at whoever they’re fighting. Or it could be overall increased protection for any situation. Emyluwinter also brought up that Neige could put a “timeout” on a victim who’s wounded, so I think of it as Neige slowing down magical poison/bad affects, or even slowing the damage of an injury temporarily until help comes.

Σ੧(❛□❛✿) I feel like I rambled without coming up with anything lmao! If anyone has an idea for Neige’s magic, I’d love to hear it! I think it’s really interesting he appeared in GloMas, so it makes me wonder if Neige will become more relevant after the first arc of TWST ends. If his Unique Magic could quite literally protect or help people, Neige’s selfless personality would make even sense, since UM’s tend to manifest from a person’s character, motives, and/or backstory. I’ll talk more about this in the future, but Neige’s backstory being very vague and kinda cut off in Book 6 makes me think TWST may return to it.

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Please make a part two of “Of monsters and flowers”I need it please 😭💚

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Part 2 of Aegon and Tyrell reader finally!!I got a little carried away again,so i’ll probably make a part three!Thanks for requesting and i hope you like it,also sorry for the long waiting and for the grammars errors💕🫶🏻

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There is a crack,a crack in everything and that's how the light gets in.

Even if the spark must come from within him,could he save himself completely?To shine again wouldn’t he need someone?Just as he must be reborn from his own ashes,didn’t he also needed light,not to burn,but to light his way?Didn’t he needed a soft hand to open his eyes to the light?

For Aegon the light took place in his life in the form of Lady Y/n Tyrell.His mother family,the Hightowers of Oldtown,words were “We light the way”but before meeting the young,kind and sincere girl he had never knew the warmth of the sun.The kind of warmth he was used to was harsh,destructive and painful like the fire of a dragon.He grew up without some one to tell him how beautiful or how good he was,without a word of comfort to reassure him giving him his place in the sun in the world.

Nothing would have been enough to repay him for that silence.Inside he would always be a child hungry for kindness,that would always feel ugly and incompetent.But then,just like a miracle,the stormy clouds had disappeared,the grey sky turned into the clearest one he had ever seen and the warm rays of the sun were kissing his cheeks with so much affection.

In a short time,Lady Y/n had found the crack on his surface and gotten inside him.She was stuck in him.Somewhere between his stomach and ribs,he had looked at her and she had got there without asking for permission.And she would have remained there with arrogance,to fill his eyes,to eat his sleep and steal his breath,stuck in the saliva of his mouth.

She would never leave and he didn't knew the first time he had met her,as he looked at her from a distance.He didn't knew,yet he felt her under his skin,inside his bones.His mind had become a forest and she had carved her initials in every tree,never leaving all of his thoughts.

When Aegon first met Y/n he immediately thought that she wasn't even that beautiful as his mother made her sound like.Actually,when he hade caught her by the fountain in the gardens of the Red Keep,she was a walking mess.The young Lady was soaked from head to toe,her pink pastel dress was clinging on her body like a second skin and her little silver shoes were covered with mud.In her hands she was holding a little animal,a frog,that made his nose scrunch up in disgust and her hair was a disaster.She looked like a little girl who grew up,but still she was too little to play the part of being a woman.He would’ve have to marry her,as his mother and grandfather had told him,or ordered him,just the week before her arrival.

Aegon was some kind of relived,the idea of marrying his idiotic sister was worse than a nightmare but at the sight of the young Lady,he had seriously thought that the gods were laughing at him.While he had distractedly walked outside after his mother had caught him drinking in the kitchens again,he had seen her.

She was smiling at him and he was looking at her.Even with all the distance,the people rushing in and out the castle to prepare everything for the feast of the night,the noise,he had heard her looking at him,imperceptibly,in places he didn't know he had.

The prince had thought that she was too small,too young,to stand there in the middle of the gardens with the promise that one day she would’ve become his wife.That ugly dress glued to her body made her look like commoner,dry as a chapped leaf.And there was nothing to smile about,that dumb look on her face made him angrier,especially fo being caught by the prince in such conditions.

But that little girl had stuck herself inside him,with her hair dripping with water,many escaped the silver flower with which she had collected them and the naive smile,too clean,the one of those who have never been touched by the real world.

In the Reach and in all the realm she was known as “the thornless rose”,a nickname that was given to her years ago,craved on her skin,that he didn’t care about till he met her.Till the warm and peaceful and loving light touched his soul for the first time.

Aegon never thought it could happen to him,to finally feel something,that one thing that he had always dreamt of but at the same time he sounded so foolish to him.The twisted idea of love,falling in love and staying in it.How cruel and how much will it hurts to stay trapped in that fake ecstasy called love?He had witnessed it.His mother and his father were married for far too long,she didn’t loved him and he didn’t loved her,their only agreement was having children to strength the royal dynasty.Children that none of the two were capable to love.But then it was a sunny day of spring and he didn’t recognize it immediately.When he saw her he thought “Who is this idiot?And why is she smiling at me?”but in the end he fell in love.He fell in love because that's what he’s been waiting for.

Maybe he didn't even knew,but,even though at his young age,he was ready.He was just waiting for her arrival.That girl capable of wiping away all the dust he had carried on his heart,all the bitterness left by people.Lady Y/n came when he least expect her,to remind him that good things exist and that,sometimes,they can also happen to people like him.To him who have never been given anything;to him who have always had to sweat every little victory in his life,to him who has never put anyone first and who now seems so hard to believe.That day had come,by chance but he felt like he have known her forever.Like he had already seen her in his mind and dreams and everything that she had offered him looked too good to be true.

And yet that imperceptible recurrence of shivers didn’t wanted to leave his body,mind and soul.

Aegon didn’t knew exactly what drives two people to bond.Maybe the tuning,maybe the laughter,maybe the words.Probably,start sharing something more,talking a little about themselves to slowly discover what the heart hides.Learn to love each other,to accept their flaws,merits,angers and jokes.Or maybe it happens,because it had to happen.Because everyone is destined to find each other,sooner or later.

But every time that he came to like something,he wondered how long will it take for him to poison it with his darkness and how long will it for it to run away.

He always had the certainty that something was wrong with him.Like a truth that for everyone shone in the sunlight,that no one had dared to tell him but showed him every day of his life.He didn't feel the emotions he should have felt and his behavior didn't never coincided with the expectations of others.It almost seemed that his soul was anchored to the one piece that was unable to fit in with the rest of the world.

His inadequacy made him fragile.He had always thought about it and always considered it a flaw.It forced him to replicate gestures learned by heart,in the vain attempt to look normal.As if his not knowing how to adapt shouted loudly how bad he actually was.It was ironic:he felt incomplete,but the rest of the world didn’t felt the same way about being without me.

There was something wrong in him.Something that he tried to hide,drowning it in endless cup of wines,covering it up by pretending that he didn’t care,the longing expression on his face,the horrible feeling in his stomach whenever he witnessed other people being treated the way he craved too.There was definitely something wrong,or else they all wouldn’t be acting this way towards him,and he didn't understand what it was,until that day.

Spring evening,soft and balmy and beautiful.The smell of the earth rose in the stillness like a dream cloud.In the cherry blossom covered hills the air stirred,sending pink and white swirling in like in the sweetest hurricane.If Aegon looked closer he might be able to make out the dancing roots of the trees,slithering to the ground,echoing the folk song sung on the tongue of the wind.In the soft flicker of the evening light,the birds had already arrived.Hooping and flying around the branches,looking down at the soft green grass.

Under the dark branches of tall trees,framed by the idyllic landscape,surrounded by sweet and velvety fragrance of the blooming flowers,with their vibrant and meaningful colors,Aegon was laying on the soft cover on the grass.His head,crowned by beautiful long pale hair,was resting peacefully on Y/n lap,as she stroked it delicately with the tip of her fingers.

His purple eyes were open,taking in every inch of her skin,the delicate path that he wanted to trace with his fingers but only allowed his eyes to do such a thing.Sunsets in her eyes and a smile on her lips,she was the most beautiful Lady he had ever seen.

Y/n was beautiful,so beautiful that he wanted to hear her thoughts,to read all the books he talked to him about,learn about her flowers and bring them to her every day.She was so beautiful that he wanted to rub her feet before bed and rub her back,run her bubble baths and bring her a cup of wine and sit next to the tub talking to her as she soaks.She was that kind of beautiful,the kind that goes much deeper than what he could see.She was the kind of beautiful that when he see her smile,his heart wanted to pop off his chest,that kind of beautiful that he had hardly ever see.

Dancing to the melody of his heartbeat,sunsets in her eyes as she spoke to him softly,oh so softly such is the breeze«Your heart is beating so fast.»she made him notice,placing a warm,delicate hand on his chest.

His heart was,it had taken full control of his body and he loved in heartbeats.Slow and sweet,sometimes hard and reckless,and racing,other times close,maybe too close.Then again running and reaching and aching.But his heart was always there to remind him,how nothing has ever felt more right than being with her.Whether they were just sitting in silence,busy doing their own things with just the presence of the other as comfort or sharing a pure and warm moment as they talk about everything and anything.

«I get nervous around you»Aegon confessed without embarrassment,even though he was thankful that his eyes were closed in that moment to not see her reaction at his words and blushed cheeks.

Her hand was still on his chest,right above his heart,the one in his hair faltered for a second,a little laugh was heard before she spoke again«I make you nervous?Why?»Y/n murmured.

Because she was the only person he could talk with about the shade of a cloud,about the song of a thought,and about how,when he went out in the gardens to look for her today and looked at the roses and other flowers in the face,they all seemed to smile at him with all of their petals.

The pure and soft intimacy that they were sharing,that had tied them together was something completely knew to him.He never realized how big of a deal that was.How amazing was to find someone who wants to hear all about his day and all the things inside his head.Opening up and revealing his vulnerability had always been hard.As most of what he kept close to his heart is what he thought couldn’t be safe in another’s hands.It had put him at risk of being rejected,misunderstood,humiliated,judged,and left feeling deeply exposed.But then when she gently held those most intimate and hidden parts to him,and not only reassured him that they are safe,but love them and protect them as if they were her own,it enabled him to connect on a much deeper level.

«Because you are pretty.»Aegon answered,even without looking at her he could picture in his head the way her nose would scrunch up,the pink shade that would soon color her soft cheeks and down her neck along the shy little smile that she would try to hide.

«You say this because,you haven’t seen the peonies yet.»she confidently told him,like any kind of flower could surpass,in his head,the outshining beauty that she possessed.

Aegon shrugged his shoulders«Who needs flowers when i have you to look at?»he ponder out loud.

Y/n felt her cheeks becoming warm,a little giggle tickled her lips«Flowers are the real beauty of the world,even as they fade,wilt,fall.»she answered,the same tone of pure adoration when she was talking about something that she was passionate about.

«So you are suggesting that i should prefer flowers over you?»the young prince teased her,the same mischievous grin present on his pale face.

The lady legs shifted under him,his eyes were still close but he felt her move,in the most delicate way possible to not disturb him,stretching towards the grass to pick something«It is right to love flowers they have been with us from the very beginning.Many of them have beautiful histories and meanings,explaining some amazing facts of life.»she said with sincerity.

He didn’t care about this sort of things,flowers,plants,stupid animals or anything related to them.But she cared,she spoke about what made her little heart flatter with so much gentleness,with a pure look of adoration in her eyes.She cared,so he cared too.He wanted to know everything that she have to teach him,he would’ve listened to her speaking about the difference between bees and bumblebees or just sit next to her while she was creating another flower crown that she would’ve put on his head.

Aegon sit up,missing the soft contact that he had with her,and looking at Y/n holding a flower in her head«What’s the meaning of this one?»he asked.

«This a chrysanthemum.»Y/n said,feeling the green flower stem between her fingers«It means “hope for the future”.»she explained like she was a book,tracing with delicacy the petals.

Normally,other people spend their whole lives worrying about the future,making plans for the future,trying to predict the future,as if discovering what life has in store for them will help them to prepare for better or worse.What they don't realize is that the future is always changing.The future is the home to the greatest fears and wildest hopes.But one thing is for sure when it finally reveals itself,the future is never how people had imagined it.

For Aegon,his future was already planned.Since before he was born and even after,his grandfather and his mother had already known what to do with and for him.He didn’t have the luxury to decide for himself and only now he had started to think about what he really wanted.The thoughts of days full of cups of wine,servants girls and absolute laziness were soon replace with sunny evenings and smell of spring.

«Do you ever wonder about your future?»Y/n suddenly asked,her voice was a little whisper and she seemed distressed.

Aegon furrowed his eyebrows,curios about what could have made her feel like this but instead he answered her question«Sometimes»he said,clearing his throat.

«And what do you see?»Y/n said with a tiny voice and blushed cheeks.

Aegon pretended to think about it«You and me.»he continued.

«You seem very sure of this.»she murmured,he could sensed that something was troubling her.

«Of course I’am,we’ll be together.»Aegon said immediately.

«But if something was to happen,will you remember me?»she hopefully asked.

He smiled,trying to not scare her and to put her mind at ease«Nothing will happen.»

«But will you remember me?»she sounded persistent,a pout on her little lips.

«I will always remember you,how can i not?»he laughed a bit.

Y/n had a small smile on her lips,she was forcing it because she seemed nervous,unsure as she held the chrysanthemum towards him«Will you promise me?»she asked,eyes gleaming under the sunlight.

His fingers brushed hers,both of them holding together the stem«I promise you that,no matter what,we will always be together and that i will remember that you existed.»he was sincere with his words and maybe that’s what she needed to her to ease herself«Will you remember me?»he said then.

Y/n smiled so bright«I will remember you,and your kind eyes,as someone who always tried to be good.»making his chest burn.

«Nothing will happen to you.»he reassured her,no one would’ve taken her away from him now that he had her.

Then something was happening,he felt it in his bones and in his racing heart that was hammering in his chest,his purple eyes ready to pop out his skull.

The sun disappeared,everything around them was dark,cold and empty.Aegon looked around confused,fear grown in his body when the flower they were holding in their hands was caught on fire.Golden flames erupted from the elegant petals,running up the young Lady arm and taking place on her beautiful and unfazed young face.

«Then why did you let him do this to me?»Y/n cried,her voice sounded strained,ugly sobs coming out from her lips,hot tears of the same color of blood stained her cheeks.

He wanted to scream,his eyes widened at the sight,he didn’t felt the warmth but only a black hole opening in his chest ready to swallow him hole«I’m sorry!»he whispered,his voice didn’t wanted to come out and his hands were stuck on the stem.

«Why Aegon?»she screamed at him,the flames danced around her skin without harming it,but he could feel the pain in her voice«Why would you let him hurt me?»the blood was pouring from her eyes,falling from her cheeks till her hands and touching his too.

He had blood on his hands and what had happened that day was all his fault.

Aegon body jolted awake,the emptiness that took his breath away always came at night.When he fell asleep he always saw her face,what he lost that day in her cannot be replaced.

Sometimes he dreams.He creates a dream around her.He creates things that he´ll never admit and he whispers them quietly.He whispers them so they’re not quite real,he whispers them so they’re easy to deny.He whispers his dreams,his love that screams in his heart.

Other times,his mind has the urgent need to kill her.To replay in his head the imagines of the day he last saw her.He had often imagined himself covered with golden scales,horns on his head and fire coming out his mouth.He is confused,he feels his brain pulsating against the bones of his skull and feels that thirst,that need to feed on her.In his mind his eyes are bloodshot,he has lost his human part and chases that animal one,the sadistic one.He waits for the arrival of the meat to be lavoured,devoured.

Aegon woke up late in the morning,when the air was warmer,the sun was up in the blue sky and every living creature in the capital was wandering around the day.His body has jolted up from his bed,the soft mattress was drenched in sweat and so was his immaculate,pale skin.His chest was bare,toned from all the hours spent training with his brothers,raising up and down furiously.His mouth was open,rosy lips trembling as he was hungry for air,breathing hard and choking on his own spit.

He was used to this feeling,the panic in his lungs,the sound of his frenetic heartbeat ringing in his ears.When he wakes up from his nightmares,when her imagine start to fade and he almost forgot how she sound like,he needs some times to understand where he is.Then he does,his widened purple eyes stars to make up the outline of his room as he tries to calm himself down.

«Why i must have dreams that makes me unable to function?»he murmured to himself,drying the tears in the corner of his eyes.

«Aegon?Are you alright?»the sound of the voice that belonged to a young girl made him jump again,almost falling off his bed as a white sheet was covering him from the waist down.

Next to him,laying on the soft mattress,a girl who only seemed a few years younger than him,was woke up by his continue tossing around in his sleep.She looked just like a porcelain doll:the small and round face,the rosy cheeks,the upturned nose,the pale and delicate skin around the large blue eyes,the thin lips of the same color of the summer cherries,all framed by a long cascade of golden curls that fell softly on her shoulders.

Cressida Lannister,only child of Lord Tyland Lannister,Master of ships for the King Small Council,was naked.She was laying on her side,concern was painted all over her beautiful face,her pale breast was on display,turgid nipples from the breeze coming in from the window.

Letting out the breath he was holding in,Aegon closed his eyes for a brief moment.His head was pulsing,on the table next to his bed,a empty and long forgotten pitcher of wine.His nightmares came more often,to hunt him in his sleep,when he drinks but if he doesn’t drink the nightmares still exists outside of his head.

It had been nine long,lonely and painful years from that night in the Dragonpit.Since he had almost lost her,since he realized what pain really felt like,since the accident that none dared to talk about.But Aegon knew from the way everybody still looked at him,whenever someone mentioned her family,or one of his siblings decided to fly on their dragons.It may happened years ago,but the imagine of flames that took away her gentle features and the sounds of her screams was something he could never forget.

Her presence was still there,he could feel her passing through his days and coming to him at night,right before he fell asleep.He could still see her in flowers he started to tend in gardens,place he had spent all of this year in,he could easily find her in the books he read or in the warm sun the woke him up every morning.But a ghost can be a lot of things.A memory, a daydream,a secret.Grief,anger,guilt.The line between grief and guilt is a thin one,sometimes,Aegon thought,that death was preferable to the agony of living.

The gut wrenching feeling in his stomach,when he knew he had fucked something up so she had left but he couldn’t even blame anyone but himself because he was the problem.For one blazing moment,there was no dragon,there was no Lady Tyrell,there was only him.Only Aegon,there was all him,he had the idea of bringing her in the Dragonpit that night,he didn’t stopped his dragon for getting mad,he was responsible for what had happened to her,he did it.

Aegon ignored her question,rubbing his tired face and his burning eyes«Why are you still here?»his voice was guttural«I thought i made it clear that,when we finish,you can’t sleep in my bed.»he continued,suppressing a yawn.

He had grown up in this years,his long pale hair were short to his shoulder,his thin and puny body was toned,his shoulders broader and his arms and legs strong.One look at that beautiful purple eyes and those silver locks,the beauty that he had inherited from his ancestors of Old Valyria,and it didn’t took long before young ladies started to fall at his feet.It’s not every day that someone get the chance to ride a dragon and Cressida Lannister took hers immediately.

Aegon had started to sleep with her,to have his mind busy and to distract himself,over an year ago.She was indeed beautiful,elegant and educated but also spoiled and a talked too much for his liking.But she was the closest thing he had to shut all the voices in his mind,especially when he was too lazy to sneak out the castle to go in some brothel.

The young Lady rolled her eyes,a scowl painted the beautiful features on her face«You are always so bitter when you dream of that girl.»she whispered before getting up from his bed.

Aegon watched her with the corner of his eyes,she didn’t stopped to grab her peach colored dress that was still on the floor,instead she walked towards the open window.For him,his pain and his dreams were something private.Something that only him could understand and he didn’t wanted to share it with the people around him.Many nights he had woken up all sweaty,the horrors that he saw in his head still glued on his eyes,and,all alone,he had put himself to sleep again.

But there were also times when Cressida was too tired or too stubborn to leave him alone like he requested and she wasn’t new to see him toss around in his bed,to hear the chocking sobs coming from his mouth.It didn’t took long to her to realize who was the person that hunted him at night,that had him taking care of the gardens during the day and especially that made him not fall in love with her instead.

«That’s why i don’t want you here in the morning.»he said,clearly already annoyed before the day could even start.

She stayed quiet for a moment,then«You said her name again.»Cressida made him notice,ignoring his rude tone,and taking a deep breathe of fresh air.

The words escaped from his mouth,like a prayer that begged to be heard«Y/n»he had murmured immediately,passing his fingers on his lips.

Aegon didn’t heard that named in years,every one made the effort to not pronunce it whenever he was in the room.«Y/n»he repeated again,like a song he knew by heart,tasting every letter on his tongue like the most delicious fruit.

Has any name ever been so beautiful?Has any name ever made him feel like this at the mere thought?He kept that name,like the memories he has of her,close to his heart,only whispering it at night when he was alone in the dark.

Even when Aegon was with Cressida,he was alone with in his thoughts.And as the result of missing Y/n,his mind wanders,and all he wanted was to have her straddling his lap,her lips on his,first slow,sweet,soft;then harder,and fiery and so urgent that they can’t catch their breath.He wanted to feel her arms around him,and her lips on his neck.He want to feel her hands in his hair,holding his face,exploring along his body.He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his.He wanted to be as close to Y/n as possible.

But then he opened his eyes,just to see another girl underneath him.At least,a mere comfort for his heart,was to know that his Y/n was still alive.She still exists,at the same time as he was existing,even if she was far away from him the thought the she was still breathing,that she could still feel the sun on her skin and talk to her flowers,was so calming and beautiful and it made him feel safer.

«Oh,would you look at that?»Cressida said when the young prince remained silent«Seems like the Spring had came back again after all.»with her hand she was caressing the little ceramic vase on the window,where beautiful chrysanthemums had just bloomed.

Aegon felt the air stopping in his lungs«What?»he asked,getting up from the bed and holding the white sheet to his waist,he walked where the naked girl was«It’s spring?»he breathed out.

After a long summer and a long winter that lasted for the past nine years,spring had came back,insisting with its green hair and delicate songs chirped by the birds outside.The days distended as winter,cold,grays and empty had soon melted into spring,warmer and swelled.From his window he could see the sweet grass that perfumed the yard and petals that blanketed the pathway.Down in the gardens the white lilacs,the daises and the honeysuckles that he had taken care of bloomed and bees hummed near the fountain.

Cressida nodded,a big smile on her lips«My father’s tailors had sewed me the most beautiful dress i’ve ever seen,for the great feast of tomorrow evening.»she said dreamily.

It takes him days to recovers from dreams with her in it and in that moment he couldn’t come to understand what was happening.Aegon wasn’t stupid,he had spent hours studying along side his younger brother and their Septon,he knew that with every spring the Tyrell family would’ve come to the royal court and for two weeks the people in the realm would celebrate.He had already lived one of those parties but,for some strange reason,the idea took him by surprise.

«What did you said?»the prince asked confused.

Cressida placed a warm hand on his chest,tracing the pale skin«It’s a really pretty dress.All red with golden-»she started with a mischievous expression.

Aegon swatted her hand away,interrupting her«Not that.»he immediately said«There will be a feast tomorrow?»he asked again.

The young Lady huffed,taking a step back and frustrated with his moody behavior«Of course,isn’t this how it works since your ancestors had given the Reach to the Tyrells?»her question sounded rhetorical.

Yes,since Aegon the Conqueror had made the Tyrell family the protectors of the Reach,the honorable and rich House had came to court to celebrate the beginning of the beautiful season as a symbol of gratitude towards the House of the dragon.

Aegon had been so busy with tending the gardens and in his own thoughts,that he didn’t witnessed all the people rushing by him to get everything ready for tomorrow.

A loud knock at his door startled him«Come in.»he ordered,probably thinking it would be one of his servants that came to check on him and help him get him ready for the day.

Cressida squeaked like a little mouse when she heard the sound of the doorknob«I’m naked!»she hissed at the young prince,before crouching down to pick up her dress quickly to cover her chest and bare legs.

«No one cares.»Aegon answered,yawing.It wasn’t a secret for anyone at this point what was happening between the two and the young prince didn’t made any effort to hide it.

Ser Criston entered the prince chambers,his armor shone under the morning light and his white cloak fell perfectly from his shoulders«Aegon.»he greeted him,with the same kind of intimacy that there was between a father and a son«Lady Cressida.»he politely bowed his head,without looking at her nude figure.

«Ser Criston.»the prince said,passing a hand through his short chopped hair«To what do i own the pleasure?»he asked trying to hold in another yawn,he didn’t slept at all that night and he could already feel the dark bags under his eyes.

The knight stood still,with his hands behind his back«The Queen had requested your presence in her chambers.»he informed the prince,then he turned to the young lady that,red from embarrassment,avoided his dark eyes«Your father is waiting for you as well,my Lady.»he continued,clearing his throat.

«Thank you,Ser Criston.»Cressida murmured.

«This early?»Aegon asked confused,turning slightly to the girl next to him.

«It’s past midday,my prince.»Ser Criston made him notice.

Aegon was ready,all dressed up from head to toe in short time.The dark emerald green of his clothes was shining under the light that came in from the windows in the castle halls,his short silver hair were brushed enough to made them look as if he had a good night of sleep.

His face however,that beautiful,pale and arrogant face of his didn’t even try to hide the annoyed and sleepy expression he was wearing.The prince didn’t wanted to talk with his mother,to feel on him her piercing gaze or to hear any of her words.It was already a hard day,first he didn’t slept at all,instead vivid memories clouded his mind and tormented his heart,then,like some kind of jest,the spring had came back when he had lost all the hopes.But the idea,just the brief though,that the gods could’ve been merciful this time and grant him the wish to see his Y/n again for the occasion,had his hands sweaty.

He didn’t know how and what to feel,his emotions were messy,too much,too little,too loud.He couldn’t organize them inside his head,the horrible aching feeling of guilt that kept him up at night was fighting with the pure desire to be next to her as soon as possible.But then again,would he be able to forgive himself for what he had done to her?Did she hated him?How could he survive if she did it?

Aegon was walking towards his mother chambers when,in the empty halls,he heard two girls talking,or better,whispering to each other.They seemed young,maybe a few years younger than him,wearing a long bordeaux dresses under a dirty white vest,he had seen the two of them often in his sister presence.

«Have you heard?»the taller one whispered to the other«They said that her skin is so damaged that looks like boiled oats.»she sounded horrified,pure disgust painted on her face.

The other one gasped«That poor girl!I don’t know what i would do if my face was reduced to look like porridge.»she cried holding in her hands a vase with fresh flowers in it and almost dropping it on the stone floor.

The taller servant nodded frenetically,agreeing with her friend«I saw her in the gardens this morning,right by the fountain and she is wearing-»her next words remain stuck in her mouth as her eyes widened.

Aegon heart was beating so loudly in his chest that he couldn’t almost hear himself talk«Do I need to remained you that you should be working and not gossiping about people that are not here to defend themselves?»the authority in his voice made the two servants shiver as they quickly bowed their head down and planted their eyes on the floor.

«We-we apologize,my prince!We didn’t mean-»one of them stuttered.

«Another word and i will have your tongues.»his voice cold and steady«Now,go back to work.»he dismissed them.

As the two immediately returned to their chores,the prince started to walk in the opposite direction.Aegon had lived that moment inside his head million of times,every night and every morning after he woke up,he would stare at the gardens by his windows,playing in his mind the exact moment when he would see Y/n again.

He imagined different scenarios,any kind of dialogue,every move,with the sun and under the rain,but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real event.It wasn’t fair how his memories were too honest and how the girl that he had lost still existed in his mind as how he last saw her.Hearing the two servants talk crushed his heart under the weight of the brutal reality,Y/n in his mind was still the young pretty Lady with the most brightest smiled he had ever seen,but now,after what happen years ago,she was completely different and he couldn’t even imagine how much it did hurt her.

Perhaps he couldn’t go back in time,he couldn’t fix what he had done but maybe he could try to make it better,less painful for the both of them as he stood there,planted on his feet,the air chocking in his lungs and his vision blurred by tears.

Spring was all over the place,the warm air was full of the sweet and velvety perfume,curtains and fountains of flowers framed the idyllic landscape.The soft and fresh green grass was full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and daisies that had worked their way out of the dark.But they weren’t the only,the most beautiful and delicate flower that had bloomed in his garden was Lady Y/n.

She was there,finally after nine years,she was alive before his eyes and he had remembered her so dearly.She was still sitting by the fountain,a light lilac dress was wrapped around her angelic figure,she had grown up in these years and she looked more like a woman than a little girl.She was taller,her breast was well defined just like her waist and her hair her curled down her back.

Aegon had dreamed of this moment but perhaps it was just another of his nightmares.Her face was hidden,a dark purple veil covered her features from under her eyes till the base of her neck,a melancholic but at the same time beautiful way,to try to cancel what had happened to her.

In a second it all came back,the days spent together laughing or laying under the sun,the smiles,but also the screams,the burning fire,the moment he almost lost her forever.He wanted to turn back on his steps,to flee the place and never go back,but then she turned her head and he felt the weight of her gaze on him.Her eyes,beautiful and sweet,were still her eyes and she was still looking at him,like there was something worth it in him,the same way that she did when they had first met.

«Y/n.»he murmured,the words escaped his mouth as if they wanted to run to her,he didn’t notice that he started to walk towards her like some kind of magic was pulling him.

Y/n stayed quiet for a few moments,now she seemed nervous.She had got up and he didn’t knew if he hated the fact that couldn’t see her expression or to be thankful to not witness the mistakes he had made in the past.

«My prince.»she spoke politely and he could still see the movements of her lips under the dark veil,even her voice sounded the same,just a little bit slower.

Aegon didn’t knew what to say,how to act even how to move in the place they had created around each other.He felt like a little kid again,seeing her like this,real and alive made his hearts start again,feel the earth speed under his feet and thinking that he could died but then she spoke to him and brought him back to life.

In that awkward moment of silence,where they were just looking at each other,he cleared his throat«Do you like the flowers?»he asked and he felt stupid,he already knew the answer but his brain wasn’t thinking straight in the moment.

She nodded,her eyes gleamed under the sun«The roses are very beautiful.»she noticed,moving towards one of the bushes.

He followed her immediately,almost stumbling on his feet but giving her enough space in case she didn’t wanted him to be too close«They had a little trouble to bloom»he explained«this hibiscus was trying to suffocate them and take all the space.»he tried to sound as calm as he could while he spoke,showing her the other green plant where colorful flowers smiled at them.

«Still they bloomed,»Y/n said with a soft tone«no matter under what circumstances,if it’s meant to be is meant to be.»then she picked one in her hands,tracing the red petals with her fingers.

«Yes.»Aegon said,his hands were itching to touch hers and he wished to be in the place of the flower who was getting all her attention«Nature always find a way.»he continued.

And maybe that could be applied for people too,he thought.Maybe they were actually gravitating around one another,maybe it’s was because of their connection,their history,their understanding and intimacy.Maybe they were also meant to be,no matter what had happened.

Now that he had Y/n here,close to him,breathing his same air and complimenting his flowers,he would’ve done everything to adjust what he had done wrong.When something breaks,if the pieces are large enough,it can be fixed.Unfortunately sometimes things doesn’t break,they shatter.But if the light comes in,the shattered glass start to glitter.And in that moment,the pieces of what they once were catch the sun, he remembered just how beautiful it was and how beautiful it will always be.

«Have you seen the peonies yet?»Aegon asked a moment later,leading her through the green and floral paradise.

«Yes,»she answered kindly«but i would like if you’d shown them to me.»she was walking close to him,their arms brushing against each other.

Red peonies symbolise love,passion,honor and respect,all the things that he felt for her and grew along the flowers«Do you like them?»he sounded unsure,but he really hoped that she did.

«I prefer the white tulips»Y/n answered,turning her head towards him«But this peonies are very beautiful.»and he could feel her smile through the words.

The prince swallowed,the white tulip meaning was “forgiveness”.Was she really trying to tell him that she was forgiving him?

«I can have a bouquet done for you in a-»he was speaking was fast,that she had to place a hand on his chest to stop his rambling.

«Aegon.»Y/n called for him,using his name for the first time«It’s alright,i don’t need that but thank you.»she calmed him down.

Aegon placed his hand over her,letting himself savor that kind contact that he had missed and when she did flinched or said anything,he let out a sigh of relief«Can i show you something else?The violets grew-»

Y/n shook her head,her eyes were lost in his and in the way his thumb was caressing the back of her hand«Let’s talk about something else besides stupid and boring flowers.»she tried to jest with a little giggle.

«Flowers are not stupid.»he said immediately,pretending to be offended.

«Boring and stupid.»she corrected him.

Now they were walking again and it seemed that nothing had changed between them.From the outside,if someone took a closer look,they were still the little kids that used to sit there without any care in the world,with only they growing love to shield them from the reality around them.For a moment everything was right where it was supposed to be,they were talking to each other,laughing at stupid jokes and nothing was wrong was happening.

«Do you remember the fairytale you narrated to me,in this very spot,when we were little kids?»Aegon asked a moment later,it was the first time that he was bringing up the past and he hoped that this topic wouldn’t be to heavy for her.

Y/n eyes seemed confused,she was still playing with the flower in her hands«I’ve narrated you many tales,you need me more specific.»the sound of her light giggling was muffled by the veil but he had heard it right and clear.

The prince smiled,for the first time in a while«It was a tale about a little man,who lived isolated from the rest of the world in his big garden.But people used to go at his door for his roses.»he tried to explain,remembering her words as they walked in the nature.

«It wasn’t for the roses»she corrected him«it was for the thorns.»a small smile stretched her lips under the veil.

In the Reach they had many stories.Whispered tales,good night fairy tales,legends narrated on the tip of lips,at the light of a candle.The best known was the one about the “Thornmaker”.It narrated of a distant,remote place...A world where no one was able to feel anything,and people lived on empty souls,bare of emotions.But hidden from everyone,in the immense solitude of his garden,there was a little man dressed in shadows.A lonely,pale and curved craftsman,who from his beautiful roses was able to make crystal thorns.

People went to him,asking to be able to smile,to laugh,to cry,to be able to feel a shred of feeling - because in them hides love and the most compassionate of goodbyes.They are the most intimate extension of the soul,what,more than joy or happiness,makes you feel truly human.

And the craftsman satisfied them,creating for each one of them a single thorn that was able to make them feel what their hearts truly wanted:love,joy,happiness,all by the sting of a thorn.But then people started to become greedy,wanting to feel more and soon the pure and soft emotions were replaced by anger,despair,pain and anguish.They were lacerating passions,disillusions and tears,tears,tears - the craftsman infected a pure world,tinged it with the most intimate and usary feelings.

Mothers,Septas and nannies used to whisper this tales to children before putting them to bed,to teach them that every child can be good;that they must be good,because no one is born bad.It is not in their nature.And to never let themselves be too greedy,to never want what they couldn’t have.

«The Thornmaker.»Aegon remembered now,nodding his head.

Y/n hummed«You were scared of him»she suddenly said,her chest was moving up and down to suppress a laugh at the memory«The day that i told you about him,we had spent the same night awake in the kitchens because you were afraid to go to sleep.»she teased him,her eyes were still soft though.

Aegon stopped walking,they both stood there looking at each other and said nothing.That kind of nothing that meant everything at the same time.

«I wasn’t scared of him.»he corrected her«I was scarred of you.»he breathed out,feeling vulnerable under the light.

«Me?»Y/n asked surprised,her eyes widened and instinctively she brought the rose in her hand close to her chest.

«Yes,you were terrifying for me.»his chest was heavy and he was chewing on his bottom lip,trying to explain what he had kept hidden all this years.

«I didn’t know that-»she stuttered,feeling vulnerable too.

Sensing the panic that was blooming in her,Aegon reassured her immediately«Not in a bad way.You know that warm feeling you get when the sun is shining on your skin for a bit?»he asked.

Carefully he let his hand reach for hers,he had to hold himself to not combust when the soft texture of her skin touched the rogue one his.It was still her hands,even after all this years,her skin was delicate,warm as it caressed his.And when she nodded,he kept talking and holding her hand.

«That’s how I feel when I’m with you.The sweet way you look at me,as if I was the only person in the world and you are right at home with me,it's special and it scared me.»Aegon throat was burning,his lips were trembling with each word he spoke and she listened carefully to all of them.

She had planted in him a thorn,right in the palm of his hand,right in the gardens like she was his own special Thornmaker,making him feel that he never knew could feel before and it scared him.It was a beautiful kind of fear in the beginning but then he became greedy to feel more and it ruined everything for them.

«But then»he continued«I dream every night that you look at me without recognizing me.»they had promised to each other,so many moons ago,that not matter what,they will always have a memory of what they were once.

Y/n eyes were shining,crystal tears were threatening to slide down her covered face and wet her dark veil.Even if he couldn’t see it,her lips parted but no word could made it out if not a brief choked breath.

«Please tell me that i’m not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.»he had no right to look this heartbreakingly beautiful as he pleaded to her and surely he had no right to ask her something like this,no after what he did.

«I thought of you everyday.»Y/n whispered,so sincerely that made his heart burst.

«You did?»he had to make sure.

She nodded«How could i not?The handsome prince that promised me that we would’ve been together forever.Is not something easy to forget.»she was trying so hard to not cry in front of him.

«And we will.»Aegon immediately said«Everything will be better from now on.»he was holding onto that promise.

«Aegon-»she shook her,she seemed distressed.

«What’s troubling you?»he asked softly,still caressing her hand.

Y/n took a step back«I can’t go back to myself.»and then,with the next words,it made it shatter on the ground«Not after-»she stopped herself,breathing heavily at the memory.

Suddenly the garden became to big and she was nine years away.Y/n let go his hand and the rose she was holding in the other fell silently on the ground,alongside the pieces of their hearts.

«Y/n.»»he whispered,he was really crying now and his chest was hurting with every breath he took in.«I desperately wish that things could just go back to the way they were before,trust me.»he sincerely revealed.

«Aegon,there are things that you don’t know about and that are much bigger than both of us.»she tried to make him understand.

«Then explain them to me.»he pleaded,trying to reach for her hand again«What’s wrong?If you tell me,I’ll fix it for you»he asked again.

She was scared of something,he could feel it just by looking at her,and she was trying to hide it as if she could protect for what the future was planning for them.But he wouldn’t let her to be alone in her pain,if it was too heavy he would’ve help her carry it.

The Lady shook her head,tears were hiding in the corner of her eyes«I’m sorry.»was all that she said before leaving him alone once again.

Aegon didn’t knew how he survived till the dinner that his grandfather had informed him that would’ve been hosted that late evening.He didn’t knew how he had walked inside the castle again,right in chambers and never leaving the bed till his mother had came to talk to him like they were supposed to do in the morning.

She,his beautiful Y/n,hated him and she had every right to do so.He had ruined everything,not only her delicate and young face,but what they had created between them.There was no turning back and it was all his fault.How dangerous and self destructive was for him to let her place her thorn in him,to let her be the only light to touch his soul and his heart.Now he was doomed,alone in his darkness as he selfishly thought that she could’ve forgiven him.

When the clear azure sky was painted in dark blue and the pale moonbeams replaced the warm rays of the sun,his entire family was reunited for dinner.Aegon didn’t heard a word of what his mother had said to him in his room that early evening,that’s why he looked surprised to see Cressida and her father,Tyland Lannister,sitting next his brother and sister but most importantly he was surprised to see his youngest brother,Daeron next were his Y/n was sitting quietly.

«Finally.»his mother came in the view,with her hands she was trying to adjust his messy short hair«Take a seat and be good,your father will be here soon.»she informed him.

Aegon nodded distractedly«Pretty dress.»he had murmured walking to where Cressida was sitting.

But his eyes were on Y/n.He noticed her first when he entered the room,she was sitting in the corner and she was wearing a light green dress that fitted her perfectly.Her long hair were braided on her head and a dark green veil was covering her face as usual.She was breathtaking as she stood there silently,while her mother,such a vile and loud woman who didn’t spare him a kind look or any words,was talking to her.

«Brother.»then Daeron had greeted him with a bright smile,opening his arms as he walked towards him.

The room was illuminated by the soft light of candles,the air smelled of wine and fresh flowers,the noisy of people taking to each other and of the servants that were walking in and out fell to deaf ears.

«Daeron?»Aegon was indeed happy to see him,it had been years since he was sent to Oldtown to their uncle.

Daeron was taller now,his muscular frame more defined for his seventeen years of age,but the pure smile on his handsome face and his bright and kind purple eyes,were still the same as the young little boy that used to follow his older brothers everywhere.

«It’s good to see you.»his younger brother said,he seemed nervous though as if he knew something.

Aegon forced a smile on his face«It’s good to see you too.But why are you here?»he asked,confusion all over his face.

Daeron cleared his throat,looking around the room for a moment«Didn’t you spoke with our mother?»he said quietly.

Why was everyone still holding on this?First Ser Criston,then his grandfather,now him.He didn’t wanted to talk with his mother he wanted to talk with Y/n.He wanted to be alone in the room with her,not surrounded by all this people that were accusing him with their eyes.

«Of course.»Aegon lied,his mother came to talk to him but he didn’t listened to her.

Daeron seemed relieved«Good,i hope that everything can still remain fine between us.»he said then,making his brother look even more confused.

Before Aegon could said something,asking what was going on,his father made his entrance.The king health was not the best,after nine years his infection grew drastically and now he looked like the empty shell of the man he used to be.His father had lost almost all of his hair,some of his teeth and his left hand but he could still walk on his own.

The young prince took place in between his younger brother Aemond that gave him a quick glance,as if he knew what was going to happen,and Lady Cressida that smiled immediately at him,she seemed very happy.

On the other side of the table,right in front of him,Y/n was avoiding his heavy gaze keeping her head slightly turned to where Daeron was sitting next to her.He was speaking to her,whispering something in her ear like he was used to do such a intimate gesture for all his life,and she was nodding at every word.

That,that kind of closeness,that understanding and that way to speak to each other made him want to rip his eyes out.But most importantly made him finally realize what was going on.It made him realize why his mother insisted to speak with him,why Cressida was holding his arm and smiled so much,why Daeron was suddenly back and why he was so close to Y/n.

Aegon felt like he was going to faint,his eyes were shining under the light of candles,his heart was beating so fast that he almost couldn’t understand the words coming out his father mouth.

«Cheers for spring,for life and for a growing soul.»the King spoke,sitting at the center of the long table and holding up his cup.

«Aye!»Aegon heard the people in the room,watching them raise their cups in the air.

But he didn’t,he remained quiet and didn’t moved,his Y/n stood still and silent.

«But also for the growing of our families.»his father continued,his mother face was gleaming and his grandfather was clapping his hands«Our three houses will be united together as one.»his voice sounded tired and what he was saying didn’t seemed to be his idea.

Aegon felt Cressida excited thrill,but his eyes were setting on the figure in front of him.Y/n was looking at him now,her eyes,once bright with light,looked empty as he watched him.Little tears growing with every minute that the king took before delivery the news that would’ve pulled them apart even more.

«My first born son,prince Aegon,will marry Lady Cressida by the end of the spring.»his father announced.

It was like being trapped in his mind all over again,but this night he couldn’t wake up because the wasn’t dreaming.The nightmare was right outside his head,under the form of a young Lady of the House Lannister that was gripping his arm and was so happy to become his wife.

«What?»he let out,turning towards his mother.

«Aegon.»this one silenced him with a stern look and a fake smile on her face.

The prince turned to look in front of him«Y/n?»he whispered,did she knew about this?Was she alright about what it was happening?

The young Lady blinked her eyes for e few times,like she was trying to resist the urge to cry«I’m sorry.»she was saying,just like she did earlier in the gardens.

But what really broke his calm and composed demeanor were the next words«My youngest son,prince Daeron,will marry Lady Y/n once the summer will arrive.»and with that everything was gone.

The room fell away,all that he could see was red.He have done bad things.He couldn’t take them back,and they were part of who he was.Most of the time,they seem like the only thing he was.But who was the real him?The person who did something awful or the one horrified but the awful thing he did?Would one part of him be allowed to forgive the other?

It didn’t mattered in the moment,a blinding rage of jealousy was leading him,pulsing in his veins and pumping in his heart.He was envying his brother,for receiving something he had been praying for all his life only when he believed that it was the last piece of it. For his brother,the one with a beautiful patience,it's a moment of celebration.

«I will make you a happy wife.»Daeron told Y/n with a kind smile.

But for Aegon,it was like he was saying:«Look, it's obtainable.I am on the right path living for the right dream.Your dream.»

Everything was blurred after that,Aegon couldn’t remember what had happen precisely.Only that everyone were screaming,that Aemond and some of the guards had to drag him away,that his mother was crying and that Daeron face was a bloody mess under his heavy knuckles.

But most importantly that his Y/n was looking at him,the same way that she did when he had last saw her.And right now he felt like he had lost her all over again.

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