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marymary-diva17 · 5 months

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Hello I just tried to send in my request by message but it didn’t go through but here it is:

Tonowari x Fem Reader x Ronal (poly mates)/ Aonung x Tsireya x Rotxo x Fem Reader (platonic/parental relationship):

So this is around the time that the Sully’s arrive. So the Reader never formally met them and has no idea that they are there so one day when Jake is helping around the village with some chores the Reader sees him doesn’t reconise him and attcks him. So they’re fighting and a crowd is forming. Then Ronal and Tonowari as well as Aonung, Tsireya, and Rotxo and the other Sully’s show up and Aonung and Rotxo start cheering the Reader (their second mother) on. And when the Reader pins Jake down to the ground and has a sphere to his neck ready to kill him when her mates call for her. That’s the idea you choose what happens after.

The sully family had arrived at metkayain village with their clan, sneaking help and refuge from the rda and lost of most of their home. They had been welcome to stay at the village by tonowari and ronal, Jake had been told ronal was not a easy women to speak with but it seems like she went along after tonowari and signed something to her. There was someone who had been able to soften ronal over the years, and that she was the peace maker of the clan and had kindhearted she did have a fighting spirt as well. As the sully family and their clan were getting use to their new home, soon a homecoming of someone beloved to the people will be happening.

y/n " finally home after being gone for so long" you had been gone doing some healer business with a far away clan. Now you had arrived home ready to see your mates and children once again. Your role in the task was very important but took a toll of you at times, but it was something you enjoy doing.

????? " ahhhh" you soon heard a scream you had looked up and saw man coming crashing down into the water, hitting the water hard.

????? " that was a nice move"

y/n " are you okay" you soon look at the stranger as he had his back turned towards you but you soon, saw he had eyebrows and five fingers. You had been told of the sky demons return, but this man seem different.

y/n " so war has adventure to the ocean I can see that"

Jake " hello I'm Jake sully or toruk makto"

y/n " yes I know who you are Jake sully I have head you tales, so tell my why you coming crashing into the water ... Jake sully"

Jake " well I was trying to ride that creature but it seems it hate me" you soon laugh at Jake sully words soon getting him to look at you, as he was shocked at he made one of reef navi laugh.

y/n " you are funny Jake sully but if you are going to tame one of strimwing then you most, learn how to do it right or you will get use to falling off until you to bad damage"

Jake oh"

y/n " come with me to that rock so we can fix you up, before you get the attention of any dangerous creatures" Jake had nodded his head and soon followed you to the rock, you were unknown to them as you are dress differently and seem to be look bit different as well.

y/n " your head seem to have a horrible burn and cut I'm guessing, you had wrapped your hands hoping to stay on"

Jake " yes that was my bets idea"

y/n " that was a foolish idea even for a mighty leader and warrior like you"

Jake " you are right ... ahhh"

y/n " you will be better in a couple hours but next time you wish to ride, you should not do that again if you don't wish to hurt your hands worst"

Jake " thank you"

y/n " so tell me which clan are you staying with Jake sully, there are many clan of the reefs and ocean"

Jake " we are staying with the metkayian I was shocked we were allowed to stay, tonowari had agreed to allow us to stay but ronal took some time"

y/n " that sounds like ronal and tonowari"

Jake " who are you I do have the right to know the women who, helped heal me and give me some advice"

y/n " I'm y/n and healer along with some other important roles as well"

Jake " it nice to meet you y/n"

y/n " it nice to meet you as well Jake sully"

y/n " come on we should be getting to the metkayian village and it seems, like you might be lost on getting home" you were right as Jake was a bit lost, soon the two of you had headed towards the village.

Sometime later

Jake " so you are a healer and seem to have a special connection, with the great mother"

y/n " yes I had trained to be a healer and use learning to understand, the great mother as well"

Jake " wow"

Jake " looks like we will be greeted I hope I can introduce you to my family"

y/n " I will love that but there are some words I need to have with tonowari and ronal"

Jake " oh you have to speak with the the oloeytahn and tshaik"

y/n " yes there is some news I came to share with then from other clans" Jake had nodded his head as the two of you soon head towards the village. Jake and you ahd went to a dock and climbed on, as tonowari made his way towards Jake.

tonowari " welcome bakc Jake sully how was the swimming practice"

Jake " it was good but it seems like I need more training and I meet someone, who seem to be give me good insight about the matter"

tonowari " who"

Jake " a women named ......"

????? " daddy your home " you soon saw some kids rushing towards Jake greeting him, you are looking for your children.

Jake " hello kids as I was saying tonowari I meet a women named y/n" tonowari ears soon went up as he heard that name Jake soon stepped back showing you.

neytiri " hello thank you for helping my husband" a group had gathered around to watch what was going on right now.

y/n " you are welcome"

tonowari " y/n"

y/n " tonowari"

tonowari " I have missed you ma ....."

????? " mama" tonowari was soon cut off when his two son had ran pass him and hugged you, You soon smile seeing your children again make you so happy.

y/n " hello my sons" the boys soon broke the hug and were now standing to the sideline. The sully family seem very confused about what they were seeing and so were their clan members as well.

y/n " it good to be home and I see we have guest we have offered help to"

tonowari " yes it seems like you words of giving other chance have hit ronal hard"

y/n " that good"

????? " mom" you soon looked up to see tsireya coming to see you with a boy behind her, soon enough she had hugged you happy to see her mother again.

tsireay " mother become home I wish I was here earlier to greet you"

y/n " hello my daughter it okay I'm happy to be home right now" soon the crowd started parting ways as ronal and mo'at had came towards, all the communication that was happening. Ronal was holding your son in her arms soon a bright smile grow on your baby face.

ronal " y/n welcome home I was worried you will be gone longer"

y/n " I had gotten done with my duties and came home to see my mates and family"

ronal " well all the children have missed you but it seems like sova missed you more" ronal soon passed you sova who soon wrapped his arms around you.

y/n " hello my little warrior have you been behaving for you baba and mom"

ronal " he was good boy but was fussy after the day you left"

y/n " well everything will be good now my little one"

mo'at " so you are the peace marker and god fighter I have been told about"

y/n " hello tshaik mo'at"

Jake " I dont mean to be rude but right now it seems I myself are confused right now, with the rest of my family and clan"

tonowari " oh yes y/n here is our third mate she was not here when you all came, she was off visiting her old mentors and friends as she was need by them"

Jake " oh"

ronal " she a good teacher and healer in the clan whenever there a issue, our people will go to here for help and guidance ... maybe she will be good mentor for you and your children"

y/n " I will love to help if you all wish for that I don't wish to overstep"

Jake " we will love that"

y/n " good maybe I can help you all learn to fight in water if you are going to stay here, you are going to need to learn many survival skills" the sully family and their clan were very amazed by you. That when you soon become on of the mentors for the guest, and that when the Jake and neytiri learned you are a good fighter. Even due you may seem very kindhearted and soft spoken, you knew how to fight.

Jake " ahhh" Jake soon fall into the water after you had knocked him down, soon pointing you spear at him.

y/n " you are getting better Jake but still need to work on your foot work and position"

Jake " well I'm happy to see I'm getting better and you arw a good teacher"

y/n " thank you" you soon nodded your head toward Jake and soon helped him back onto his feet, as you were not looking at him. You soon started back up with the lessons, as other watched form the sideline too the fight going on. The children of both fighters seem to be enjoying everything that was going on, and seem to be on your side even the sully children were cheering you on verse their own father. It seems like this homecoming was something good after all as many things were being learned and many alliance had been made as well.

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 1 year

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Early Retirement

Summary: Izzy washes up on a beach after leaving the Revenge and rowing through a storm. Luckily for him, a kindhearted stranger took it upon themselves to take him in and nurse him back to health. Maybe even give him a new home.

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It’s cold. Too cold.

It seeped down into his bones and settled there until he couldn’t feel his limbs, he couldn’t feel anything other than that debilitating cold. He forced his eyes open but saw nothing but darkness, the salt stinging them. His lungs burnt in their attempt to suck in air but received nothing but water.

Then everything just…disappeared.

The amount of time that passed was a mystery to Izzy but when he came back to consciousness, it was warm. It felt like his body had thawed out, limbs heavy but at least he could feel them now.

His heavy eyelids blinked open, the sunlight coming in through a window making him wince. Everything had a slight blur to it but he could make out that he was in a bedroom, one that he definitely didn’t recognise. He was tucked into a bed, pillows cradling his head and plush bedding cocooning his body, his injured foot elevated on a pile of cushions.

The last thing he could remember was…the sea. Fuck. He had left the Revenge after Stede’s return, at least being allowed the dignity to make that decision himself. A freak storm had rolled in when he was half way to reaching land in his rowboat. It ripped his little boat to shreds and the ocean had pulled him beneath the waves.

He had barely even fought it when it happened. Izzy had always known this would be how he went, at the mercy of the sea, better than the end of a sword. Men like him didn’t get peaceful deaths, he accepted that a long time ago.

Yet, here he was and it was too warm and soft to be Hell.

As his senses returned to him he focused on a smell that wafted up from somewhere else in the house, it was something savoury, something warm and comforting.

He wasn’t alone then. It made sense, of course, but it still put him on edge.

Izzy tried to pull himself up from the bed but it felt like his body was weighed down and his foot throbbed when he tried to move it. With a grunt, he fell back down onto the bed. He could barely move, he’d need a proper plan before he flung himself out of bed.

Before he could try to move again, the door to the bedroom he was cooped up in opened. “You’re awake,” you smiled warmly, “how are you feeling?”

The pale, ragged, looking man in your guest bed was glaring at you. You were sure he would be threatening if he didn’t look like he just crawled out of an ocean grave.

“Where am I?” he questioned accusingly.

“Somewhere safe,” you assured him, ignoring his hostility as you crossed the room.

He hesitated, watching you cautiously. You supposed you couldn’t blame him, he was in a strange place and somewhat incapacitated.

“What happened?”

You sighed. “You washed up on the beach a few days ago. Saw you on a morning walk, thought you were dead by the look of you. Nearly scared the life out of me when you breathed,” you told him honestly.

“Days?” Perhaps his surprise would have been a little more audible if his voice wasn’t so scratchy. His wide eyes conveyed it enough though.

“Your foot is injured but it was wrapped so I assume you know that. You had an infection, have been in and out of consciousness with a fever for the last four days. I’m not surprised you don’t remember any of it,” you informed him.

“So you just happened upon me, dragged me back to your home, and nursed me back to health?” He was suspicious of you and he wasn’t trying to hide it.

“The doctor got some men to help haul you up from the beach and stopped you from dying on us, he left some medication, but then just left me to it.”

“Where are my things?” It was only then, as he shifted on the bed, that he realised he was only wearing his smalls under the blankets.

“For somebody who just avoided death, you are awfully quizzical,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Everything that survived your little swim is safely stored in another room. I’m generous enough to try to help a stranger but not naive enough to let them have blades on them. I’ll bring you your clothes now that you’re awake and a pair of linen pants, they’ll be easier to get on and more comfortable than those leathers you washed up in.”

“So you know I could be dangerous?” Izzy squinted at you. You know he was dangerous but taking the chance anyway only made him more suspicious. People didn’t just do things out of the kindness of their hearts, especially for people who they thought were dangerous.

“No offence but when a man washes up on the shore, armed to the teeth and clad in black leathers, I don’t assume they’re just a travelling merchant,” you rolled your eyes.

“This happen a lot?” he asked sarcastically. At least he was well enough to give you some snark.

“Nope, you’re my first,” you shrugged, smirking slightly. “So, what do I call you?” you asked.

“None of your business,” Izzy growled, though it came out weak and scratchy.

“Well, you’re in my home but okay,” you rolled your eyes at him, as if he wasn’t a threat. Then again, he supposed he wasn’t much of a threat right now.

Izzy frowned, but his glare remained hard on you. “Who are you?”

“You tell me and I’ll tell you, for now you can just call me…your guardian angel,” you offered, making him scowl. “Anyway, you’re looking a lot brighter than when you washed up. You should be able to keep solid foods down now, so I made some healing stew special for you. Oh, and the bread just came out the oven this morning.”

Before Izzy could question you further, you had waltzed out of the room.

He didn’t have to wait long for you to return though, this time entering the room with a tray balanced on your hip. You walked up to his bedside, placing the tray down on the table beside his bed.

The tray held a bowl of stew, a couple slices of bread, a mug of herbal tea, and a glass of water.

Izzy just glared at the tray as you took a step back.

“Look, I’m not holding you hostage. If you want to leave, you can, but have some common sense and stay put for a while. Your foot was inflamed when you showed up, the doctor had to shave down the bone and redo the stitches. You need to rest it if you want it to heal properly,” you chastised him.

The man frowned, looking down at his foot. You saw the pain in his eyes and it made your voice soften. “Doctor said you’ll be able to move around in a couple of days if you use a crutch, then you’ll just have to use a cane. Once it’s healed though, he said it probably won’t affect your movement or balance at all.”

“You sure?” he dared to be hopeful.

“The doctor seems pretty sure. But you have to follow orders if you want it to heal properly. So you can’t go hobbling around looking for your ship just yet.”

He squinted at you, suspicions returning at full force. “What do you know about my ship?”

“Relax. I don’t know anything. I’m just not stupid, I figured you’re a pirate,” you shrugged.

Apparently, that only made him more suspicious of you. “And you still risked taking me in?” You had to have ulterior motives, it’s the only thing that made sense.

“You gonna kill me?”

“No. Not if you don’t give me a reason too.”

“Rob me.”

“No, unless I kill you.”

“...take me hostage and sell me?”

“No…”

Izzy sighed. You were right, he wasn’t a threat right now and even if he was, he had no intentions on hurting you unless you gave him a reason too.

“Then it looks like we’re safe,” you smiled, like you had just sorted some problem out. “Eat, I’ll be back soon to collect your dishes and change your bandages,” you ordered lightly before leaving the room again.

The next time you returned it was to take away his dirty dishes. He had emptied the bowl, having not realised how hungry he had been until he took that first bite. He would probably be able to eat more but knew better than to risk it, too much too soon could have him bringing it all back up.

You had brought some supplies with you to change the bandages on his foot. He had glared at you the whole time, as if expecting you to do something to purposely hurt him. You didn’t though. Instead, you handled his foot and ankle delicately, cleaned the wound as carefully as you could and rebandaged it. Working diligently, only speaking when you were apologising for something you couldn’t help or asking him if the bandages were too tight.

The rest of the day went much like that. He didn’t speak whenever you came into the room to bring him food or take away empty plates, and you didn’t try to engage him in conversation, just polite small talk before leaving again.

The next morning, Izzy woke up to you bringing him another tray of food. “Morning,” you greeted him, placing the tray down beside him. “Made you some breakfast, have to keep your strength up.”

Izzy tried to sit up, making himself wince. You moved quickly, helping him shift into a comfortable sitting position. His whole body still ached but the comfortable bed was helping, he couldn’t imagine how he would have felt if he had been recovering on his little cot back on the Revenge.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sounding like you genuinely wanted to know, weren’t just being polite.

“Like my boat wrecked,” Izzy mumbled, letting you settle the tray over his lap.

“Well, that’s to be expected. You look better than you did yesterday already, that’s a good sign,” you encouraged. “I’ll be around, have some things to tend to, but just shout if you need something.” Izzy only nodded before you were out the door again.

The next few days went very much the same but with each passing day, Izzy could feel his strength coming back. He could sit up perfectly fine on his own, had even stood once, only to fall back down when his injured foot touched the floor. He could feel himself recovering, the room was comfortable and the food was good. He supposed he shouldn’t complain but…he was feeling cooped up, trapped, useless.

Izzy lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling when he heard movement outside his window. It was probably nothing of interest but even that was appealing to him right now.

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, bracing his weight against the bedside table as he stood on his uninjured foot. He kept the wounded foot from touching the floor as he hobbled towards the window.

It was morning, you had just taken his breakfast dishes from his room, and the weather outside was bright. He looked out over the garden.

From what he could make out, he was on the second floor of a cottage, no other residences in sight.

From his window, he could see your garden where you were tending to your chickens. Tossing feed out for them. He lent against the window frame to support his weight and just watched.

You wiped your hands on your apron once you were finished tending to your chickens, looking up to see your guest in the window of the guest bedroom.

Izzy felt his face heating up, a shame building in his chest as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. But you just smiled brightly and waved at him, silently noting to yourself to chastise him for moving around without support.

Izzy scowled at you from his position, perched on the edge of his bed.

“Here you go,” you presented him with the wooden crutch the doctor had given you for him. “Think you can manage?” you kept your hands out, as if ready to catch him if he fell, as he pulled himself to his feet, letting the crutch take the weight off of his bad foot.

“I’ve used a crutch before,” he grumbled, determined to be able to be properly independent again.

“Just making sure,” you were still watching him closely, hands hovering around him as you moved out of his way.

Rolling his eyes at you, Izzy gave the crutch a test run, using it to walk across the room without grabbing at tables and walls. You just nodded to yourself, satisfied that he was adjusting well to it.

“Listen, now you move around more by yourself but don’t take the piss,” you scolded, surprising him a little. “You still need to rest, to stay off of your foot as much as possible. Okay?”

As much as he wanted to scoff and dismiss you, he could tell you were serious.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Seriously, just accept some help, alright?” you found yourself rolling your eyes at him again, you had lost count of how many times you had done so since this man could hold a conversation again. Still, you found you did it with a little fondness.

Now that Izzy had started using his crutch, he could move around your cottage, moving up and down the stairs with your help. He insisted that he didn’t need your help but you wouldn’t let him near the narrow staircase unless you were with him.

At least that meant he could come downstairs and sit in the living room or the kitchen instead of being locked away in his room all alone, he could even go and sit outside and get some fresh air.

He was currently in the living room, you had left him in front of the fire with a selection of books to choose from, while you finished cleaning up in the kitchen. You had just put the last of the dishes away when you heard hissed cursing coming from the other room.

Tossing the rag down, you rushed into the living room to find Izzy standing, gripping the back of the couch with one hand and clutching his crutch with another. The pain was etched on his face.

“Alright, come on,” you spoke softly, with care, as you hurried to his side.

You took hold of his arm, listening to him complain as you encouraged him to lean some weight against you. Still, he let you guide him back to the couch and sit him down.

Once he was sitting and you had placed the crutch to the side, you knelt down in front of him and pulled his wounded foot into your lap.

He had knocked it against something when he was walking around and when you unwrapped the bandages you saw that it was a little red but looked perfectly fine otherwise. He hadn’t broken any of the stitches, he wasn’t bleeding, it didn’t look too irritated. Thankfully, he was still on the mend.

“You have to take it easy, be careful and don’t over do it,” you sighed. Something about this man told you that he wasn’t used to sitting idle for long.

“I’m fine. Just knocked it,” he insisted petulantly.

“Yeah, well…just be careful. Once the bandages come off for good and you can put proper weight on your foot again, you’ll be able to get around with just a cane.”

“And then I’ll have outstayed my welcome,” Izzy nodded like he was agreeing with something.

“What? No!” you frowned, sitting back on your heels. “Of course not. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need.”

Izzy blinked at you, face contorting in confusion. “Why?”

“Because I’m kind and you’ve been a decent guest so far,” you shrugged, like it was truly that simple and that true, standing and brushing off your knees. “Now, sit still for once and I’ll fetch you some tea,” you ordered and, well, Izzy could follow orders, couldn’t he.

You were just about to leave the room, just about to cross the threshold, when he spoke up.

“My name is Izzy.”

You paused in the doorway, taking a moment to make sure you had heard him correctly. You turned back to him with a smile, all soft and sweet in a way that warmed him from the inside out.

“Izzy,” you repeated, testing the word on your tongue. Izzy found that he liked the sound of it and you decided that you liked the feel of it. “I like it.”

Izzy only nodded when you gave him your own name, still smiling as you disappeared back into the kitchen to prepare that tea for the two of you.

That evening, the two of you enjoyed a soothing tea in front of the fire together.

“I think it makes you look distinguished,” you complimented as you monitored his movements, smiling at how far he had come since you found him half dead in the sand.

“That’s a generous way of saying old,” Izzy rolled his eyes, adjusting his hold on the handle of his new cane. It wasn’t anything fancy but it was simple and sleek, good enough for him in his opinion.

“Absolutely not,” you tutted. “Anyway, you wear the age well so it still wouldn’t be an insult,” you shrugged.

Izzy looked away from you meaningfully, hoping to play it off as casual. “If you say so.”

“You could get a real nice one with a silver handle or something. Oh! You can get one with a hidden knife in it!”

You could just picture holding a sleek but ornate cane, just simple enough to satisfy him. Looking all distinguished and formal until somebody says the wrong thing, looks at him the wrong away, and he unsheathes his hidden blade.

“Huh…that’s not a bad idea, actually,” Izzy hummed, looking at the cane more approvingly this time. Yeah, maybe he could make this work.

Evening tea had become a bit of a routine for the two of you now. Sitting in your cozy living room in front of the fire, blankets over your laps, a cup of tea in your hands, and maybe a book each depending on your mood. It was a pleasant, calming way to end the day.

Izzy kept glancing at you, watching as your eyes followed the lines in your book, lost in the fictional world. He wanted to speak, to get this off of his chest, to take the weight off of your shoulders but…but he found himself worried that saying what he needed to say would take all of this away from him. He liked this, even if it wasn’t a life made for him. He would miss it.

“I’m really able to leave now. I’d find a ship,” he finally managed to speak, to push the words out without faltering.

You paused, lowering your book to look at him. “And I’ve told you, you’re still welcome. I like living out of the way, like the quiet, y’know, but it’s been nice to have you here. You’re interesting and I enjoy your company. Izzy scoffed. “Really, I do,” you insisted.

“Well, you’re probably the only person who does,” he muttered, thumbing at the pages of the book he hadn’t been reading.

“That can’t be true.”

“Apparently, I’m difficult.”

“Okay…yeah, I can see that. But it’s kind of…endearing, you know?” you laughed a little.

Izzy pondered it for a moment, still not really believing it despite how sincere you sounded. “...if you say so.”

“I do,” you didn’t care how many times you needed to reassure him, he needed it and that was all you needed to know. “Anyway, don’t you go worrying about rushing out of here. You can stay as long as you need.”

“You wouldn’t want me here if you knew who I was,” Izzy insisted firmly.

“Well, tell me who you are, Izzy,” you placed your book down, completely forgotten about, so that he could see your full attention was on him. “Tell me, Izzy. It won’t change anything,” you promised.

Izzy sighed, placing his unopened book down as well, refusing to look at you as he spoke. “You can’t promise that.”

“You’ll never know unless you tell me,” you shrugged.

Izzy took a stabling breath but nodded, knowing you were right, that you would probably find out eventually anyway. It would be better if you heard it from him.

“My full name is Israel Hands and you were right about me being a pirate,” he started. For some, that would be enough information.

“...that name is familiar,” you hummed thoughtfully, trying to remember where you heard it. It didn’t sound like a common name and you were certain you didn’t know anyone with the name ‘Hands’, but you had definitely heard the name before somewhere.

“I’m the first mate of Blackbeard,” he added.

For a moment, you could only gape at him. It wasn’t everyday you found out you were housing one of the most infamous pirates of your time.

Izzy waited for the horror or disgust to set in. He knew the stories and tall tales people told, some true and others wildly fabricated. He knew that you had likely heard one or two stories yourself if you recognised his name.

You shook off the surprise but found yourself more confused about how he ended up here. “What is the first mate of Blackbeard doing washing up here with a missing toe?” you asked, not sounding disgusted or afraid of him.

“It’s a long story,” he sighed, figuring you didn’t really want to hear it anyway.

“I have the time.”

Izzy was certain that you were just being polite, perhaps even afraid that if you weren’t he would hurt you in some way, but when he looked at you, you were nothing but genuine. Your eyes held the usual care and sincerity that they usually did when they gazed upon him. Your smile was still soft. Like nothing had changed, and maybe it hadn’t.

So, unable to find a reason not to, Izzy told you everything. You just made yourself so easy to talk to. He started from the very beginning because you wanted to know who he was, not just how he ended up here.

He told you of a young boy at the docks sneaking onto a ship, of a cabin boy aboard Captain Hornigold’s ship, of a newly made captain and first mate that still had sparks in their eyes. He told you about the creation and rise of Blackbeard, of the fuckeries, the victories, and the losses. He told you about Queen Anne’s Revenge and of all the years they served her well. He told you of men growing bored and restless, of a ship christened The Revenge. Of the landed gentry come pirates.

He told you a saga of hope and pain that ended in betrayal, desertion, mutilation, reunion, and finally in the enlightenment that had Izzy Hands climbing into a dinghy in the middle of the night. Only two days away from shore. Only one day before a storm that only his previous captain could have predicted.

Izzy told you everything in front of a crackling fire, the warm mug of tea growing cold in his hands. And you listened, like he was somebody worth listening to.

That night, you both fell asleep in the living room. The fire burning out but the blankets draped over you both keeping you warm. For the first time in a long time, neither of you fell asleep alone.

When you woke up the next morning to find the other side of the couch empty and the house silent, you worried. Your talk last night went very well, in your opinion. Izzy had opened up and you had listened, had reassured him when he was finished or doubted himself.

You threw off your blanket and jumped to your feet, heading out the front door. You walked around to the rocks that overlooked the beach, finding him sitting there, looking out at the sea.

You relaxed at the sight of him, reassured that he hadn't run away in the middle of the night. You joined him quietly, he didn’t look up but he seemed to welcome your company.

The two of you watched the sun rise over the horizon but you couldn’t help stealing looks at Izzy’s face, he looked so…content. There was a faint longing in his gaze, lost in his thoughts, but he looked happy, the early morning sun illuminating his face.

“Do you miss it?” you asked, staring out at the gentle water with him.

“Sometimes…” Izzy confessed on a soft exhale. “It’s all I’ve ever known, really. It’s strange being on land. The ground is always so still.”

“Yeah, it tends to be,” you joked a little, catching the way the corner of his mouth tugged upwards in the imitation of a smile.

A beat of silence passed. “I understand if you want me to leave now.” Unfortunately, he kept speaking before you could protest. “My foot is healed enough. The worst that can happen now is that I need the cane for the rest of my life, I’m sure I’ll manage just fine.”

This again…you sighed.

“Izzy, I don’t want you to leave.”

“Even when you know who I am?”

“Even then,” you nodded, smiling fondly. “I’ve known you long enough to know you’re not some violent barbarian that people tell stories about. I’ve known you long enough to know you wouldn’t hurt me and that I’m rather fond of you. My home is open to you for as long as you want it to be,” you promised.

“Kindness gets people killed,” Izzy chastised quietly.

“Lucky thing I have the best swordsman in the Caribbean to protect me then, huh?” you teased, knocking your shoulder against his.

“Yeah…real lucky…” Izzy mumbled out at the ocean.

“So you’re staying?” you asked, not hiding the hope in your voice. Izzy just nodded. “Good, I’m glad,” your smile grew.

“At least for the time being,” he shrugged.

“I’ll just have to make the most of it then, won’t I?” You tried not to roll your eyes at his attempt to play coy. Izzy shook his head at you but found himself smiling despite himself.

“Now come inside and get something to eat,” you patted his shoulder.

Izzy let you help him to his feet and hand him his cane without complaint. He even let you take him by the arm and guide him back into the cottage, though he pretended that he didn’t find the whole thing comforting.

You walked into Izzy’s room, which you had started calling it instead of ‘the guest room’, and found him shaving in front of the mirror.

“Aw, I was likely the scruffy look,” you pouted playfully.

“It’s a fucking nightmate,” Izzy muttered as he shaved his cheeks clean. Now he could stop scratching at the stubble. You just chuckled fondly at him.

“Want me to trim your hair when you’re done?” you offered. His stubble had grown in almost enough to not be considered stubble anymore and his hair had grown as well, you figured he’d want that trimmed back down if he was so particular about his facial hair.

“I can do it myself.”

“I have no doubt. I usually do my own as well, but a little helping hand would do no harm.”

Moving on to neatening around his goatee, Izzy sighed. “Fine…just…”

“I’ll do it exactly the way you want, don’t worry,” you promised him.

“Fine.”

You sat on the bed while Izzy finished shaving and trimming his goatee until it was perfectly neat. Izzy’s stubble had grown in while he was bed bound, so this was your first time seeing him properly groomed the way he liked. Turns out, you liked it too.

He was huffy about it but allowed you to pick up the shears and comb through his hair. You worked slowly, making sure to speak to him and not take it too short. As you spoke and worked, Izzy seemed to relax, trusting you.

You cut his hair back down to the length he preferred but he still hadn’t slicked it back with pomade like he usually did, hadn’t done so since he woke up in this very bedroom. Instead, it hung loose and soft over his ears. It made him look soft, less intense. He supposed it was more suitable for his current living conditions so he tried not to dwell on it too much.

“There you go. You look lovely,” you complimented, running your fingers through his hair and letting it fall, smiling proudly at your handiwork. Izzy scoffed. “Oh just accept it,” you tutted, “you’re all neat and tidy again, all nice and handsome.”

“Christ,” Izzy complained, glaring at your reflection. “I will maim you.”

“Ah, so there is some pirate left in you. Very nice to see,” you teased. “I’ll leave you to keep grooming yourself.”

You could hear him muttering curses to himself as you left the room, giggling to yourself.

Izzy sat at the kitchen island, cane propped up beside him, peeling apples while you worked on making a pastry. “You really need to make a pie?” Izzy questioned, but didn’t slow his work.

“We need to use up the apples somehow or they’re just going to go bad and that would be a waste,” you reminded him. “Anyway, you’ll like it. I make a great apple pie.”

“...you’ll have a high standard to beat,” he warned.

“You’ve made me curious, Izzy,” you looked over at him but he didn’t look like he wanted to talk any further about it, so you didn’t push. “You can tell me another day.”

You continued to make the pie, the fluidity of your actions telling Izzy that you had indeed done this many times. You would give him a task here and there, and he would carry it out diligently. You could imagine him as a first mate, just as diligent on the deck as he was as your sous chef.

Izzy watched you plate up two slices of freshly baked pie. “Here, have a slice while it’s still warm,” you placed a plate in front of him. “Cream?”

“Sure,” Izzy nodded and poured some over his slice before joining him, sitting beside him. Izzy took a spoonful of pie and brought it up to his mouth before pausing and scowling at you. “Stop fucking watching me like that.”

“I want to know if you like it,” you whined.

“Then I’ll tell you,” he huffed.

“No you wouldn’t. You’d mumble ‘yeah, it’s fine’ even if it was the best thing you had ever eaten.”

Izzy fought back his smile, knowing you were right. “I promise to tell you just stop looking at me like that.”

“Fine,” you sighed heavily, dramatically. “If you insist.” No, you weren’t pouting.

But you also didn’t watch him eat, and that was enough to satisfy him. “Okay, yeah…” Izzy sighed after swallowing his second bite. “This is good,” he praised.

“Thank you,” you grinned, bright and proud, before digging into your own slice.

Izzy just chuckled and shook his head at you, going back to enjoying his pie.

Izzy slows his chewing when a thought dawns on him. This was all so…domestic, the way you moved around each other, shared the space together. He didn’t think he’d ever be sitting in a kitchen of a cute cottage, eating a pie that was made for him by his…fuck, he needed to shake off that thought immediately.

His what? His carer? The person who took him in when he was on death’s door, who took pity on him.

“We could go for a walk later, maybe even down to town if you feel up to it. Give that cane a proper test run,” you suggested between bites.

“Sure,” he agreed.

“But I swear, if I see a single flinch or hesitation in your steps, we are turning around and coming right back home.” You didn’t come off as a threatening person, you were rarely stern with him, but he knew you were being serious about this.

Maybe he was focusing on the wrong part of your warning but…

Home.

You talked about it like it was both your home and his home, a home you shared. Like it could be his home. Could this be his home? Fuck.

“Sounds good,” Izzy nodded.

Izzy had allowed himself to grow too comfortable, he only realised that when the worries seeped back in. He had grown used to your home, your presence. He didn’t like change, never had, and a lot of things had changed lately but the two of you had developed a bit of a routine that helped calm his nerves. Now it felt like it was all changing again.

You had been acting strange, almost distant towards him. As much as you could do while sharing the same space. He would often catch you losing yourself in through but never voicing them, never letting him in on it when he asked. Something was wrong, he must have done something wrong, it was the only thing that made sense. Maybe you were building up the courage to kick him out and send him on his way, you had realised he was more trouble than he was worth.

“Izzy, can we talk about something?”

This was it, you were going to ask him to leave. He has outstayed his welcome, if he has ever truly been welcome in the first place.

“Sure.” His voice didn’t falter and he was proud of himself for that.

“You told me how you ended up here, about what happened and I was wondering…well, the crew, Blackbeard, aren’t expecting you to return, are they?”

That question threw him off. Oh, maybe you were worried about Blackbeard coming to your shores and causing trouble. “Probably not. They’re probably relieved about it as well,” Izzy answered, honest but a little bitter about it, even he could admit to that.

“And you aren’t going to try to go back?” you asked, though the question wasn’t judgmental in any way.

“Wouldn’t be welcome if I tried, I imagine. But I have contacts, I’d find another ship or something,” he didn’t want to lie to you but he also didn’t want you to keep allowing him to live in your home out of pity or guilt. He would manage, he would survive, he always did.

“…Blackbeard was talking about retiring, right?”

Izzy felt himself sigh before he heard it. “Sure. Guess he managed it too, in his own way I suppose. Didn’t think retirement was a fucking option. Still not sure it is,” he admitted.

You looked nervous again, aimlessly fixing a cushion on the couch you both sat on. “What if this could be your retirement?”

“What do you mean?” Izzy frowned.

You might have huffed and rolled your eyes at him for being dense but you could see his genuine confusion. “Somewhere peaceful and quiet for you to relax. Good weather. Somewhere comfortable by the sea. Sounds like a good retirement spot to me…”

“I…what are you saying?”

You had to fight the temptation to reach out for him. “I’m saying that maybe you deserve to have a retirement too. Some…some good days without constant worry and fear. Maybe you deserve it and have earnt it just as much as Blackbeard,” you gave into the need, reaching out and placing your hand over his, “and I’m asking if you could have that here, I’m asking if you would stay.”

“You want me to stay…for good?” His face was scrunched up like he was trying to figure out some complicated puzzle. Like he didn’t believe that you could just want him to stay here with you.

“I do,” you nodded like it was as simple as that, because it was. “I’ve lived out here for a long time. Never felt lonely despite the distance I am from town. I think I would be lonely if you left. Think I would miss you. No, I know I would.”

“I don’t need charity,” Izzy growled, pulling his hand away from yours.

It made you ache but you didn’t fight him, didn’t try to touch him again, giving him the space he needed. “I’m not doing you a favour. I just want you here, Izzy. If you want to go, I’ll support you and do whatever I can to help, of course, but I want you to stay.”

Izzy couldn’t argue with you, apparently. He didn’t snap or accuse you of lying, he paused and considered it. Why would you lie? What would you be getting out of this if you were lying?

“…why?”

There was so much you could say, so much you had yet to put into words. But one of the many things you had learnt about Izzy during your time together was that actions spoke louder than words, the care you had shown him had earnt his trust more than anything you had said.

You acted before you could talk yourself out of it.

You shifted closer to him on the couch, placing a hand against his shoulder when you lent in. The kiss you pressed to his lips was short and tender, just enough to express the way you felt.

When you pulled back, hand still on his shoulder, he was just looking at you. The lines on his face softened and lips slightly parted as he blinked at you.

“Will you stay with me, Izzy?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” Izzy nodded, looking a little stunned but the answer felt right. “Yeah, yes, I will. I want to stay as well.”

You smiled adoringly, lifting your hand from his shoulder to stroke his cheek.

Izzy had woken up in your home thinking he had died out at sea but he knew there was no way that was the case because this couldn’t be his afterlife. He hadn’t done enough good to earn this, you were just giving him this out of the kindness of your heart.

He didn’t know what he did to deserve it, didn’t think he did deserve it, but he was here anyway. Maybe you were right, maybe this could be the next, maybe even the last, phase of his life. He would do whatever he could to earn it now, to earn you and this home.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #our flag means death izzy #ofmd x reader

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helmarok · 3 months

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ADMINS!

headcanons under the cut!

ROMEO:

Romeo was the Admin of Mischief. His people were known for their golden goat-like eyes. Romeo enjoyed playing games, doing pranks, and griefing. He loved to make challenges for his friends and followers.

Long ago, Romeo loved Fred and Xara and the three of them lived together. However, as the Admins' followers grew, Fred and Xara decided it would be best to build their own cities and live there instead of in their starting cabin. Romeo stayed in the cabin and built Romeoburg around it, half jokingly as a way to mock Fred and Xara for feeling so important they needed entire cities for themselves.

Moving away had drifted the three apart, and Fred and Xara would spend less and less time with Romeo. This made Romeo resentful, as he made an effort to keep them all together and the other two supposedly didn't have time for him. He began to feel abandoned. In a final effort to save their relationship, Romeo created his Ultimate Challenge, and when beaten, would open the doors to the cabin, to remind Fred and Xara of what once was. However, Fred and Xara said they didn't have time for things like that anymore, and Romeo finally snapped.

FRED:

Fred was the Admin of the Sky and Seas. He created his people, who are known for their strange blue eyes. When he was alive, his people would worship him in Ocean Monuments similar to the one Romeo lured Jesse to. In the First World, these monuments were above ground instead of underwater. After killing Fred, Romeo destroyed all of the monuments, so Fred's people stick to worshiping him on his home island, which Romeo also tried to destroy but it was protected by a powerful spell.

Fred was a kindhearted pacifist and believed Romeo could be saved, which led to his downfall. Fred cared greatly for his people and treated them as if they were his children. When there was drought, he would flap his wings and create rain. His religion values pacifism, selflessness and kindness to all living things. Fred's highest priestess is Binta, who has taken up the duty of sheltering and protecting those in the Underneath.

One of Fred's most notable creations is the Prismarine Colossus, which along with Guardians guarded his temples from mobs and pirates.

XARA:

Xara was the Admin of the Sun and Sands. Her people, who were all killed by Romeo, were known for their bright pink eyes. Sand temples were built to worship her.

Xara was kind, but did not have as much patience as Fred, and tried to convince him that Romeo was beyond saving and needed to be killed before he killed them both and destroyed the world. She also had different values from Fred, like believing in revenge and violence when necessary.

Worshippers of Xara valued strength, loyalty, and honor. They were hardworking people and most of them were warriors. The most devoted of followers would undergo the Star Trial, where they would kill a wither and gift the star to Xara as a sign of their devotion to her. This trial is why many desert structures have withers chiseled in the stone.

Romeo nearly killed Xara, but Fred jumped in and was stabbed instead. Romeo was so full of regret that he was unable to finish the job and instead just took away Xara's Admin powers and locked her away.

#ganon draws #minecraft #mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm romeo #mcsm fred #mcsm xara

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 4 months

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Sword gays showdown, round 1, bracket two

Propaganda:

For Demoman:

Demo occasionally fights with a talking haunted sword called Eyelander who loves cutting heads off, they're also sort of frenemies, it's a really fun dynamic since Demo seems a lot more energetic when fighting with him.

First, although the main focus of the character is on bombs, he has a menagerie of various swords that are equipable items, with a Demoknight being a popular "subclass". He isn't canonically lgbtq+ but no one in tf2 is cishet and have you heard the voicelines.

For Andy:

she is master of weapons, and also just a queen in general. also also, she’s highkey the pinnacle of gay pining (girlfriend trapped in a cycle of death/rebirth at the bottom of the ocean, and andy spent centuries looking for her to rescue her)

Has been a sword (or more commonly a labrys, or improvised weapon) gay for thousands of years

She's an unknowably old immortal and unspeakably skilled in any/all forms of combat. She typically uses her signature axe but per the other characters, "she's forgotten more ways to kill than entire armies will ever learn." Until recently, an unkillable gay (at least not permanently). She's bitter, she's badass, she's even bisexual. Peace and love on planet Earth.

Andromache is super tough, strong, and can beat anyone in a fight. She can also beat the bury the gays allegations as she can die but does not stay dead. She has been alive since est. 4700 BCE and has been protecting humanity with her blade skills for over 6000 years. She has been the leaders of various communities and worshiped as a goddess in several cultures. Andy is the founding member of the Old Guard, where she fights side-by-side with her life long love Quyuh (or Noriko as she is known in the comics, who is also a badass warrior and archer). Andy knows countless languages and is an expert in all weapons but her main weapon of choice is her labrys (a very lesbian blade weapon, so I hope it can be excused that it is not a sword). She has forgotten more ways to kill a man than any person/army will ever know in their lives. And yet even with this ferocious and tough skill-set, she is still so kindhearted, caring, passionate, selfless and protective of her found family and will do anything for them and for her love (even during the present complicated situation which i will not outline bc spoilers for The Old Guard). Please vote for Andy, she is a lesbian and wlw icon <3

#sword gays showdown #team fortress 2 #tf2 #demoman #andromache the scythian #tog #andromache of scythia #the old guard #tavish finnegan degroot #tf2 demoman

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meaningofaeons · 9 months

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Hello! Congrats on 500 follows, you deserve it! Can I visit the cat cafe with Gepard to play with a tortoiseshell munchkin + order a hot cocoa? You probably have a ton of other requests atm so feel free to pass!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ weathering the storm

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 746 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, meet cute, reader is implied to be part of an affluent/noble family, soulmate au wherein you have a countdown on your wrist until you meet your soulmate (technically until you get within a close enough proximity to them)

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret

hiii! thank you so much omg <3 (ﾐΦ ﻌ Φﾐ)∫ I hope you enjoy your "cat cafe date" with gepard, I had a lot of fun with this one!!

It was a cold day as ever on the ever-frozen planet where you resided, but for some reason, it permeated your flesh even as you ran through the Belobog alleyways.

The monstrous footsteps of the Fragmentum beasts were not far behind, and you were not keen to end your days at the flaming blade of the Shadewalker.

However, as luck would have it, you found yourself backed into a corner. You slumped to the floor, pressed against the stone wall.

As though reveling in your terror, the beast's footsteps slowed, brandishing its weapon menacingly as it prepared to swing the blade down upon your head.

You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

Then, a small chime resounded, and your eyes once again shot open.

Your soulmate counter... had reached zero.

As if on cue (or perhaps perfectly so, considering the way the soulmate counter seemed to interfere with fate itself), several Silvermane Guards had appeared, taking care of the beasts with no small measure of ease.

In the midst of them all stood none other than Gepard Landau, who was now right before your eyes. He had frozen the monster before you to ice, knocking it to the ground as it vanished into ash.

"Are you alright?"

A gloved hand reached for you, and you took it with just the slightest ounce of hesitation. A twinge of recognition shone in ocean blue eyes as he spotted you, but even if he acknowledged it, Gepard made no verbal mention of it.

"I'm... I'm okay."

Was... Was the eldest son of the Landaus your soulmate?

"That's good to hear."

His soft smile sent a shiver down your spine, but not the kind that the violent winters of Belobog instilled within you every day.

No, it was... warm. Oddly so. And it was accompanied by a distinct warmth in your chest, as well.

"Um... I—"

Before you could even get ahead of yourself, ask about the counter upon your wrist, the blonde had summoned over a combat medic among the ranks of his subordinates, asking him to patch up your scrapes.

You felt your heart drop a bit.

Right. There were so many guards here... Sure, you hadn't exactly "met" any of them in the same way as Gepard, but soulmate counters had been known to end after only close proximity, not necessarily a full meeting.

Any one of these guards could be your soulmate, and you hadn't a clue which.

"I'm sorry, you were going to say something?" Captain Gepard questioned kindly, still holding on your hand.

Some part of you dearly hoped that it was indeed he who was your soulmate... but with no way to check his wrist, you figured only to relent for today.

You could ask around later... You had friends in the Silvermane Guards. Surely, you could garner the names of the ones present, and discover which was your soulmate that way.

"No... no, no. I'm okay. Thank you very much for saving me."

"I was only doing my duty. Do you live near here?"

"Yes, I live close by."

Gepard nodded. "As much as I would like to ensure your safety myself, unfortunately I must stay and continue patrolling in case anyone else is in danger. I will send some trusted guards to accompany you, so please be at ease."

"Thank you so much."

And with that, you were led away from the kindhearted Captain, questions swirling in your mind, just waiting for answers.

—

"Sir, your wrist—!"

Gepard paused as his fellow guard spoke up, his eyes going wide.

His subordinate was most likely referring to the small gash left behind after the earlier scuffle, but something else had caught the blonde's eye.

Right in the spot where the Fragmentum monster's weapon had sliced his long-sleeved uniform open, his countdown lay motionless on his flesh, all numbers now at zero.

How long had it been as such?! Certainly not for too long, as he had obviously long since met every guard here—

It hit him.

The Captain whipped his head around at once, but you were long gone, likely already being escorted home by one of his many subordinates.

Despite the lack of surefire confirmation, however, Gepard was almost certain he knew precisely who you were. He tried not to let the heat rising to his cheeks show, lest the fluttering of his heart become obvious to all.

"...I suppose I should pay their family a small visit."

#gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard #gepard landau #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai x reader #hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #katze's 500 follower special #katze's cat baret #katze's cat cafe

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hwaightme · 11 months

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Sangshine

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🌅 pairing: sun god!yeosang x gn!baker!reader 🌅 genre: fluff, fantasy, soulmates, studio ghibli-coded 🌅 summary: when yeosang opens the door to your bakery, and a new chapter of your life begins, you cannot help but feel as though you had met before; yeosang is elated to relive every sunrise and sunset, and fall in love with you again. 🌅 wordcount: 5.4k 🌅 warnings/tags: solo edit, food/eating/making food, destiny talk, discussion of time, discussion of deities/olympus, kiki's delivery service-inspired setting, multiple lives, mortal/immortal, summer fantasy, seaside town, baker's assistant yeosang, his precious self, (not quite) strangers to lovers, falling in love again... and again, waiting for love, sun magic, mention of lacking sleep 🌅 a/n: when i say i listened to the playlist on loop, i mean it. this yeosang is dear to me, as is time, the sun, and the cusp of spring and summer, bringing transformation. this fic is also an early celebration of yeosang, our beautiful, talented malberman~ I hope you enjoy, love you, any and all reblogs, comments, asks and notes appreciated!

🌅 playlist: Suzume - RADWIMPS, Toaka ; Time for two - RADWIMPS ; A Town with an Ocean View, The Baker's Assistant, You're in Love - Joe Hisaishi, Path of the Wind (Piano Version) - URE Relaxing, Summer - Joe Hisaishi, Pekka Toivonen

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Once upon a time, on a day when the weather forecast had promised, and the grim steely clouds delivered ceaseless downpours, and you were stuck inside watching rain turn window views into a hazy blur and scare away any potential customers with its ferocity, the sun, cautiously, with a bashful grin on his face, apple cheeks and a boundless kindhearted disposition hinted in every gesture, entered your store.

Raven locks, slightly curled and framing his heaven-sculpted face, inquisitive eyes that were a complex painting, an entrancing shade of grey - one which, much to your surprise, you were fond of, unlike the endless expanse of rain summoners hanging above your shop. You attempted to regard him like you would any other customer, but stopped on your tracks, barely finding the counter with your hands as his form became the sole focus of your vision. It was as though the rain had purposefully passed him by, left an avenue just for him to enter the bakery and keep his leather dress shoes and black outfit pristine, the man crowned by a lucky spotlight. As the young man fumbled for a way to proceed, you wondered if he was a ray of sun himself and that was how he stayed dry in that torrential catastrophe. Forcing your mouth into a more amiable shape than blatant gaping, you returned his shy smile and inquired whether there was anything in particular that he was looking for - after all, if the man was in your store, and managed to expertly dodge what had to be the worst rainfall in a decade, he had to be determined to buy something, anything. Silently, you were hoping that even if he were a passing face, that he could keep your business, and you, afloat.

You left him a moment to ponder and watched him amble towards the counter. This allowed you to study his features at proximity, with bated breath as he leaned towards the glass display and looked at some of the pastries. The drifting of a couple of unruly strands as he lowered his head revealed the hints of a birthmark, a rosy pink blossom on the left side of the beautiful man’s face. Delicate, elegant. You looked away in an effort to appear more professional than usual for the sake of first impressions - you were not sure why this particular man had inspired the urge within you, seeing as you were so used to serving only locals and speaking in an array of neighbourhood inside jokes that you would think any newcomer would instead inspire callousness and aloof behaviour. But the unmistakable warmth emanating from him, the soothing balm of a brighter day that he appeared to carry made you want to grow closer, aim higher, beam instead of scowling.

He caught you as you were smoothing your apron, your break in attentiveness allowing his gaze to travel over you the same way that yours had done when he had crossed the barrier into the delicious safe haven from the atrocious weather that he had to schedule - unbeknownst to the residents of the town, he had actually negotiated to carve a few more sunny days, more days for him to search. It was rare, for someone like him, to stumble across little paradises. After all, for the most part the planet was a blur for him, a daily task and a routine roaming that he had to carry out and maintain. The last thing that the young god needed and had to want was the experience of mortal pleasures - the responsibilities that the deity, in the form of a young man, had were drilled into him again and again, and none of them involved doing what he was doing right this second. But the calls had grown too persistent as he passed by this town, too strong to dismiss, and the sky was curtained by clouds, much to his fortune. It was not that anyone would notice if a blip in the sunlight ever happened. He knew what he needed, and he knew that it was time to achieve it.

“Um, sorry. Do you have melon pan?” the young man addressed you, his deep, dulcet tone like music to your ears. The tilt of his head as the question permeated the air, subconsciously mirrored as you broke into a series of nods, setting off to the bread rack that was located behind the counter, off to the right. Seems it was good to give into your own cravings sometimes and impulsively introduce new items to the menu.

“With cream or without?”

One thing that you would have never expected was that a sun god would make it a habit to visit you in his free time, and be it for a sweet treat or for reasons known only to him, would put on an apron and fall into your beloved routine. What the deity never expected, and remained pleasantly surprised about, was just how readily you had accepted him, and instead of obviously falsified reverence that he had grown accustomed to from mortals who were graced with knowledge of his existence, you treated him as ‘Yeo’. That was the nickname you had given him after he had introduced himself with a human name - Kang Yeosang; a key which, upon turning, made him your new friend, and he would be lying if he said he did not feel elated when you happily shouted out his name from the back of the store, instructing him to move some trays around, or asking him to help you with some bags or dishes.

If there was another heaven, it would be in the rhythm that he had rediscovered with you. In the cosy space of your bakery, Yeosang was at ease, in a tranquillity that he previously thought existed only in books and in mortal movies, in myths about eternal bliss, a paradise in the palm of one’s hand. Something that belonged to other lifetimes, other avenues that he had traversed. He thought that he was the one to have the better cards, the advantages, but it was you who had him figured out, despite his abilities, immortality and near-invincibility. After a particularly scalding hot day, the first words that you had spoken to Yeosang once he made the chimes that were hanging right above the door ring exactly at sundown, were: “you made the sun shine brilliantly today, Yeo,” leaving him awestruck. To you, it was only a matter of putting two and two together, making the man, or not quite exactly a man, into the legend that he truly was. After that, you simply delivered him a melon pan with cream, and pointed at the little table you had put out at the front of the shop, asking if you could enjoy the last of the rays together. He had happily obliged, stars in his eyes as you guided him out, balancing a jug of freshly made lemonade and a couple of glasses on a board resting

As the days grew impossibly long with the climb of the spring into the summer season, so did the opening hours of the bakery, right up until you were stretched so thin over the day that you introduced a midday closing time with a break for a few hours, much to the surprise of the locals. At the same time, it turned out to be a welcome one, seeing as with the arrival of Yeosang, the number of people coming through the green-painted door increased considerably. Of course they would never say it, but you could detect a curiosity and admiration in them as they spotted the beauty strolling around in the kitchens, and the dreamy sighs when Yeosang would peek out, and even interact with some of the customers were far too obvious to ignore. If you knew any less, you would probably find yourself jealous, but at the same time, how many people walked under the sun, day in, day out? That was what you tried to tell yourself when the crowds of students would blast past, buying up the stock on one occasion and simply loitering around on another after their gruelling hours of cram school, and the odd brave youngster would try their luck to flirt with the god. His responsive stoicism, however, dispelled any of your itching doubts, and with a couple of polite nods and a step in a direction farther and farther from whoever was his unwanted interlocutor, Yeosang returned to the rhythm.

He did not mind the visitors of the shop, nor the delivery men who brought you fresh produce and ingredients. In fact, he had made some new friends in this way. But it was when he could catch your grin, listen to your melodic laugh and feel a light playful tap on his shoulder that the light was truly brighter. Aside from the laborious maintenance of the glowing orb, patrolling his part of the world before he needed to pass it on, he was now a baker. Technically an assistant at best, but you proudly called him ‘the real deal’ when you applauded him for helping you with the brioche loaves. The coolness of the morning before dawn never felt warmer as his heart swelled with your encouragement, as if the sun really did set and rise in this bakery, home to nature’s magic and the adoration that he held for the world, reflected in your eyes that caught the hints of the rising sun. Nothing could be more beautiful.

“Good luck for today!” you chirped with excitement evident in your voice, adjusting his shirt absent-mindedly, a habit that he had allowed you to form, the few precious seconds where he could let himself imagine a timelessness with you.

“Good luck to you too, and see you this evening. We have the Summer Solstice event opening!” Yeosang answered, matching your joy. While you adjusted his collar and clapped your hands a couple of times, satisfied with the neat look, Yeosang remained more still than the verdant green trees that cast calming shadows over to the side of the shop in the early hours.

“That’s right, so you better be prepared to work the till until you become the till,” you should have known that your attempt to move the blackboard sign would be intercepted, and the deity’s arms were already guiding themselves between yours to grasp onto the wooden frame. Whispering out an apology, a light blush coating his cheeks when your fingers barely brushed as you detangled yourself from the kind intervention, Yeosang moved the elaborate logographic art onto the street in its rightful place, continuing with his encouraging ponderings:

“First day sales are about to beat all records for this beauty.”

“They better, or the seasonal specials will-”

“I can always call my friends if you’re worried.”

“So I can have Olympus in my shop?”

“Why not? Your treats are heavenly…” he trailed off, partially in disbelief at his own choice of words. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, Yeosang decided to let the moment carry itself forward, listening to the trickling of time.

Again, the gentlest touch of your hand on his chest as a laugh escaped you, and what had struck fear in his heart dispelled to reveal a brilliant sunrise. It was always you behind those sun rays, wasn’t it? The question crept out of a deep slumber, having lied dormant for what had to have been decades, now crawling up the walls of his consciousness, melting away doubts that came with every first meeting.

“You really are too sweet. Now go, can't keep your colleagues and the world waiting.”

As you peered into his eyes, clear, bright, hopeful, you felt as though you were looking at the sky itself, admiring its infinite expanse and omniscience. An odd sensation hinted at its existence as you did not dare look away, letting yourself sink further into ever-changing blues and greys, highlighted with flickers of a mahogany flame right by the pupils. Almost as if you had seen these very eyes before, gazed into the summer sky and caressed the sun itself as though it was an ornate glass marble. Perhaps this was another one of the peculiarities that came with interacting with the divine, you concluded and brushed it off, simply glad that in the now, in the early dawn on what was to be a hot summer day, you could look forward to more than ever before.

Yeosang bit the corner of his lower lip, in nervous contemplation, before tentatively reaching for your hand which had been resting by your side, and giving it a soft squeeze, barely there until you responded, fingers intertwining, answering to his unsaid hopes. Gaze not leaving the unity, thumb running over the edge of your palm repeatedly in an attempt to memorise the presence, he whispered out, half to himself, half to the divinity above and around him in sacred promise:

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Even as he departed, and you watched his figure evaporate into the morning mist as he approached the reddening horizon, the feeling of his hand in yours remained as vivid as that feeling that you must have known Yeosang before, or at least the irreplaceable, unique warmth that he shared with you was something akin to the idea of home itself. Supported, quietly cheered on as you continued your daily duties and finalised preparations to open the store for the first half of the day, Yeosang was there in your every thought and movement.

The glints of sun as the trees, having been ushered awake by the earliest hints of warmth that the red tiled roof of the bakery caught, commenced their serene rustling, were ciphers, music to your vision that danced over the concrete of the street outside. The way in which the colours changed as the sun grew more prominent and energetic was a masterpiece in the making, white paint turning into a glowing fantasy. When you closed for the day break, setting off on a daily walk around the neighbourhood in your favourite linen dress and wide-brimmed straw hat, you were embraced by the luminance that ambled across the ultramarine heavens, Yeosang matching your stride.

Running your hand over the top of the stone fencing that lined the hill on which your bakery found its home, you let your gaze rest over the breathtaking scenery of your beloved town, the terracotta roofs, the cream walls that were highlighted with wooden planks that stood the test of decades, the cobbled streets and hustle and bustle of squares and markets, and the glistening ocean that was always the first to wave to Yeosang, all shining thanks to the summer sun. It was fascinating, how with the marvel of the seasons, the town transformed into a fantastical land that you could only hope to spend all your years in. It had always been your home, your calling, and even in the times when you had gone outside of the town’s boundaries, your heart remained right here, come rain or shine. Perhaps this was the true reason why you were so drawn to Yeosang - in his eyes, you saw the same place, the same time, the understanding of a home that was so personal you were convinced he was taking the threads from your very soul, and singing the melodies right back to you. Your own, only sun that you could not believe returned your daring, unwavering gaze. You waved at the midday orb, chuckling to yourself as a flock of birds dashed past, hoping that your cheers would be delivered.

As you turned to give the bakery a once-over before turning the corner to head down the stone stairs that would lead you to a busier part of the neighbourhood, you gasped as the sign, a dainty metal pretzel right above the entrance rocked back and forth on the rod, as if waving back to you, and caught a sudden sun ray, reflecting the warmth for it to fall at your feet like a thousand stars, decorating the cobble to turn to an illuminated path of glowing marble. Unable to contain your beam, you bowed your head in gratitude and curtsied, wondering just what your neighbours would think if they were to poke their heads out from their bedrooms and shops. But you did not pay it too much mind, instead twirling around, and with a newfound lightness, found yourself on a mission to surprise the precious sunshine.

The longest day of the year, marking the moment when the sun would begin its slow journey to a hibernation for the northern hemisphere, and Yeosang would find himself growing that little bit less busy as a god, busier as your loyal assistant. He rushed down the streets as soon as his feet hit the concrete in a secluded spot that he liked to use for his returns, counting every second that passed and matching it to the start of the event. Seeing the small crowd that gathered by the bakery, waiting for their much adored pastries and cheerfully chatting away, pride swelled within him as he thought back to the wishes you had made, what you had been working towards and what you had now achieved. He glided into the store in efforts to find you, picking up the apron that you left for him behind the counter. You were in the middle of carrying a new tray of buns and motioned for him to take his position by the till - back to his favourite rhythm.

Customers came and went, the event turning into a hit, and by the second hour, your specially decorated melon pan was officially sold out; all except one for a certain someone, tucked away, kept safe. You almost felt guilty for keeping this tiny secret from the god, taking notice of his momentary confusion and barely restrained pout as he caught sight of the empty basket, and his disheartened stance as he picked it up and removed it from the display. You swore you saw what was already the night hour darken, and stifled a giggle, instead tapping Yeosang on the shoulder to give him a thumbs up for his hard work and mouth the words promising a gift. With a re-discovered vigour, the deity hurried off to assist an elderly customer who was trying with all her might to contain a loaf of sourdough and make it past a busy line - your store being the only one in this part of town to sport one in such late evening. As the chimes rang out again, you thought back to the little present you had acquired during your afternoon walk, barely containing yourself, bursting at the seams as you imagined what you wanted Yeosang’s reaction to be over and over again.

With the last of the customers came the quietude, a lulling blanket of deep navy decorated with stars that had been lying in wait outside of the bakery, a moment of rest for the sun god, a cooling serenity that you could share with him as you closed up, cleaned up, and ushered him to the little table outside - previously folded away and hidden behind an antique delivery scooter bike out at the front of the shop, so as to not attract attention, nor occupy the space that had always been set out for idle chatter of the visiting locals. As you let Yeosang finalise the furnishing of your makeshift lounge, you recalled his curiosity of the wheeled machine, and your suggestion that one of these days, he could use it as a chariot, much to his child-like excitement. You turned and made a beeline for the store, almost running into Yeosang in the process, your balance restored only by a pair of strong hands on your upper arms.

“What’s the hurry?” as though electrified by the contact, his hands flew away from you just as suddenly as they had caressed your skin, though, much like the heavenly reassurance of his presence on your wrist, the ghost of him remained around you, seeking an embrace. Retraining your focus on the man before you, you huffed and continued past him repeating “just you wait”, over, over like a mantra, a spell that you wanted to use to keep him in place.

Thankfully, he did not follow, instead stepping closer to the window that was now exposed to the moonlight since he folded the ruby red awning, faded with the years of sunlight and rain storms. Yeosang folded his toned arms, smiling to himself as he watched you throw one item, another onto a wooden tray, and shuffle back outside, not once breaking focus from balancing what had to be priceless treasure, considering how carefully you set it down in front of him.

“Sit.”

“But you’re standing.”

“Yeo, come on, sit down, I am just energetic!”

“After that shift? Are you sure you are not a god or demi-god yourself?” he countered, tilting his head.

“I- hm. Okay so we are standing then?”

“I want to be energetic with you!” the innocent comment made your chest ache, and what had previously been utter conviction that what you were doing was casual, customary for colleagues, friends, passing faces who had grown familiar, shattered into a vulnerable confession.

You stilled, the nervous rocking on the balls of your feet ceasing to bring you comfort, the erratic motions and gesticulations as you struggled for a response disappearing into the night and leaving an entrancing clarity. There was no other way to present this, and you had accidentally pushed yourself over the edge, a stance, a dare that you were no longer able to back out of. Facing the sun, you stepped closer and closer to it, and reached for the first item on the tray.

“Here is a little… thing I kept for you.”

“No… no way, is that melon pan!” he exclaimed, taking the small paper bag from your hands and peering inside, amazed to find his, and your favourite sweet bun. The crisp cookie dough layer solidifying the neat, recogniseable hatching, containing a custard cream inside, another homemade specialty.

“You know, I recently found out that melon pan has another name,” dropping the bun back into the bag to give you full attention, Yeosang glanced back at you and pushed a stray strand of black hair behind his ear, preventing it from blocking his view. Gesturing for you to continue, he nearly squeezed the custard out of the bread upon hearing your elaboration: “a friend of mine, she works at a bakery in a city down south, and there, they call this sunrise bread. Funny, isn’t it?”

“So you bake suns in your oven?”

“Guess you could say that.”

How was it that you managed to leave him breathless regardless of the time you met was forever going to remain a mystery, but one Yeosang never wanted to solve. Instead, he was waiting with a fluttering heart for the moment you were going to say the words that had imprinted themselves in his eternal being, and travelled across from heaven to earth, from the east to the west, echoing in his mind as he searched for you over and over again until finally, your dawn could greet him. He remained silent, glancing at you and at the last hidden object on the tray, a box leaning against the glass jug, this time filled to the brim with a peach ice tea.

“I… was at this antique store today. Don’t really know what brought me there but as soon as I saw this, I knew I wanted you to have it. I-... well, I don’t know if gods have birthdays but since it is the Summer Solstice, and you are basically the sun itself, I wanted this to be a little celebration of… you?”

“Of me? But-” never, not a single time could the divine being find rationality in your kindness, only the crossing of stars that tugged the fragile lonely hearts together into an intricate waltz woven in the skies.

“Check it out!”

Yeosang counted the seconds that passed once more, this night, this fateful night being so cruelly short, but so full of promise. His hands, trembling ever so slightly as he attempted to remove the lid, a trepidation taking a hold of him. Your infinite pools hurried him on with their anxious darting, and inhaling the sweet scent of the sea and his earthly home, he opened the box to reveal just what he had been anticipating, a relic, centuries-old masterpiece passed on from one you to another. Forever yours, finding its place in the same antique shop to return to him and to you, making another beginning.

He searched for the ring at the top of the sun chimes, stained glass beauties attached by sturdy strings to a hook that, the next dawn would find purchase at the base of the bakery sign above the light grassy green door, there to remain for a measure of time. Lifting it out of the box, Yeosang admired the stars, the crescent moon, the sun that had been crafted and immortalised just like himself, ready to attract and dissipate every ray that would grace them. A miniature galaxy contained in impossibly intricate artwork, with every sparkle appearing to house a memory and still hold space for the near and far future. Your future, his future. Lost in the relief of meeting the object as though it was a good friend, he barely registered your diffident approach.

“So… what do you-”

“I love it, Y/N.”

“You do?”

“I do. And I think I know just where to hang it. If you do not mind, of course,” upon seeing your nod of approval, he lifted his arm to turn and point at the pretzel, gleeful when he saw your face light up brighter than the sun he was tasked to carry. “Let’s do it now, before it is too late to sleep and before the sun rises. So that I can visit you more while the days are still too long.”

Insisting on saying your morning goodbyes to him, even though barely a few hours had passed between the hanging of the chimes and the palette of the skies gaining lighter blue, lilac and pastel pink hues, you stood under them, huddled in a wool blanket to minimise the contrast of the cosiness of your bed and the breeze travelling down the still, somnolent streets, alive only thanks to the the scattering of lamps and the world surrounding them, watching over them. One blink, another as you tried to rid yourself of sleep to convince Yeosang that you were perfectly fine and ready to start the day. In reality, you simply wanted to catch the first glints on the chimes and follow his journey across the sky, dreaming of his sunset back in your bakery.

Hands concealed by the thick material and unable to smooth his shirt, you could only take a step towards the divinity, the action turning symbolic. What you did not anticipate, however, was that this dawn, he was more than happy to take over your duties and instead of him melting under your softness, your ears were turning red as he pulled the blanket tighter around you, taking its edges that were close to your face, adjusting the ticklish fabric like it was a one of a kind ball gown - unbeknownst to you, that was was exactly how Yeosang saw it, and when he saw you trying to nuzzle into it and away from his amused expression, he could not resist any longer, and with one final pull rested his forehead against yours, noses colliding briefly causing you to let out a feeble yelp.

“I’ll see you in the chimes later, yeah?” he whispered against your skin, the proximity proving intoxicating as you could only just register and make sense of his words, initial shock wearing off to lay down the path for the return of the same feeling from the earlier night, only this time more real, more certain fully reciprocated.

“And later. I’ll make more sunrise bread for you.”

“I think I know something even sweeter. If you will let me indulge, of course.” the last moment before the break of your dawn, a question by which the world was hanging in intimate suspense.

The past, present and future collided as, in response to Yeosang’s careful request, you boldly closed the already practically nonexistent space between you, finally understanding the true meaning of being sunkissed. It did not take any time at all for the god to return the revealed fondness that you had kept guarded until it only felt natural to bring to light. Like the balmy immersion of the elements, suspended on the cusp of spring becoming summer, Yeosang leaned in with immeasurable affection as if he had been carrying it for all his eternity and kissed you like a long-lost lover who wanted to, through every movement, recollect the memories made, the days spent together, retrace the unity of two beings colliding into one entity, set alight like the brightest star in the universe.

As he tried to remain more level, gentle in an effort to not expose you to the early dawn’s winds, you grew frustrated from the lack of true warmth, wanting to fly closer to the sun, into it, be consumed by it. Gliding your hands out from under the blanket, you reached for Yeosang’s shirt and pulled him towards you, dragging him impatiently to the open door where you promptly shrugged off the material. Perplexed and worried, Yeosang momentarily broke away from the kiss to ask you whether the action was comfortable.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?”

“Are you saying the sun god cannot keep me warm?” chuckling at the fluttering of his eyelashes, abashedness at your ambiguous choice of words evident on every part of his face, you let your arms rest on his broad shoulders, gleaming back when his own found your waist, playing with the material of your top.

Touching your nose with his own, he was shy in his advances, seeing every wrong turn and prospective hurt unfold in accompaniment to the tragically perfect duet of a mortal and an immortal soul. Knowledge of the lives you had lived, while it was a blessing, at the same time was a series of unbearable lessons that decorated Yeosang's heart like untreatable scars. The mark on the side of his face, your first ever caress, a peppering of butterfly-like kisses on his face, celestial stardust, which has manifested itself as a symbol joyously tying you to him, now emitted that familiar dull burning, having re-encountered its creator. This was an ache that he would give up the sun to experience again and again, the pizzicato thrill warmer than the coming heatwaves, than the surface of the galaxy's centre.

"I don't want you to ever burn, Y/n." He murmured, understanding that the words would not hold as much weight in your interpretation. You took another step towards him, pressing yourself close, surrounding yourself with his solar flare.

"I trust you. Do you trust me too?"

"More than the skies above us, always."

"Then I know that we will be a beautiful sunrise."

He peered into your gorgeous eyes, looking for anything to stop him, convince him that he needed to step away, knowing full well that he would find nothing except his love returned, amplified by your own. Such was the merry-go-round of life that had been set out for you and Yeosang, an unstoppable turning of the gears that were set in motion by destiny. Now, the light began, soon there will be darkness, and in the future, foreseeable by the god, there will be more light. The sun will peek out from the edge of the planet, crawling across the foaming waters to call the residents of this town awake again and again, whether there was to be a town here, or not. The sun remained, and so did Yeosang's eternal wait for the next turn of the divine clock's hands. As he shut his eyes and kissed you once more, feeling heaven and earth collide, his musings reduced to a simple melody. He was happy that in this lifetime too, the sunshine found you.

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nightcolorz · 6 months

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Ed and Stede don’t need an inn they need a yacht.

ofmd spoilers for finale.

If Max renews ofmd s3 and David and the crew r able to put their intended ending to screen (they will I’m staying hopeful) I just know that Ed and Stede’s inn situation is going to be soooo dysfunctional 😭😭. These r the last mfs who can handle running an inn, emotionally and skill wise. It’s not a coincidence that their circumstances are mirroring Anne Bonny and Mary Read,, couple who retire from piracy to be business owners in the middle of no where. Ed literally says “let’s go find a wild animal to eat” like Anne and Mary rabbit hunting for dinner. The inn was such a perfect way to end their arcs bcus if we don’t get s3 we can interpret it as their happy ending, but if we do get s3 it’s a great set up for a s3 conflict. Ed and Stede will not be happy as inn owners, it’s not what either of them really want. Stede wants a community where he is loved and celebrated for who he is, Ed wants safety and stability and tenderness. Stede believes piracy is key to finding his want, Ed believes domestic life is key to his. Truly, neither of these notions r key to anything. Ed thinks he wants domestic life but at his core he is a thrill seeker who doesn’t like sitting idle. He gets bored. He thinks he wants domestic life bcus he doesn’t like feeling unsafe and hurting people all the time, but rlly this is just bcus he’s a kindhearted person who wants love, not bcus he’s built to live domestically. Stede thinks he wants to be a pirate but at his core he’s nonviolent, “soft”, and sensitive. He thinks he wants a pirates life because the monotony of married life depressed him, and he loves fantasy and adventure. Really, he just wants to belong to something, and to feel invigorated by life and not drained by it. The only way they will get their wants is by embracing their chosen family, communicating their needs to each other, and establishing a lifestyle where they are surrounded by love and not engaging in violence. Stede’s initial thesis on piracy, in the first episode, is that piracy doesn’t need to be a culture of abuse, and can simply be a life style built around community and adventure. Ed and Stede can live on the ocean with their crew without partaking in a culture of violence. The key is queer found family yacht life, in conclusion. Peace and love.

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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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https://www.reddit.com/r/HouseOfTheDragon/comments/10afnee/rhaenyra_was_the_saddest_character_in_the_show/

IMO,is she now?Not to take away from R's losses but I can think of another chracter whose name starts with A and ends with t but we know this fandom doesn't consider non targ women human beings.And ofc D*emyra stans are once again arguing how their relationship is not just abusive but loving as well. We’re missing the nuance you know!🙄I’m sorry but when your partner repeatedly abuses you,grooms you from your childhood and refuses to change that’s not real love. I know the media constantly romanticises abusive relationships but seriously.Just when you think fandoms are done with this BS fandoms like HOTD poves you wrong.

i don't know what to tell you, ocean, but seeing so many surface-level takes was what made me decide to write my own meta lol. i don't deny rhaenyra has been through some shit and that analysing her own struggles might be a worthwhile conversation. but it baffles me when so many can acknowledge these struggles in her case, but completely deny them in alicent's case. and it's 100% because they prefer the cool girl character who shows everyone the middle finger, but fail to accept/admit that the only reason rhaenyra can be like that in the first place is because she is swimming in an ocean of privilege no other female character has.

that being said,

her lover died - this may be the fault of the writers' but she's not shown an iota of sadness over this

her gay bff "died" - excuse me, whose fault is that??? she literally forced him to leave and then pretended she low-key killed him

her dad died - where was she for 6 years while he was wasting away? the last days of his life, she was deff giving 0 fucks before she remembered she needed daddy to bail her out one last time

#ask #kindhearted ocean #anti rhaenyra targaryen

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Hi, Amira!

So my request is a chaptered fic about Lucerys x fem!reader where she is bethroted to Jacaerys. But Jace likes Baela, and besides him being a dutiful man, the reader starts to feel insecure about herself. One day, Luke finds her crying and tries to comfort her. He can not understand how his brother did not fall in love with this beautiful and kindhearted soul. Since this day, they became really close to eachother, falling in love.

Lucerys knows he should not be nurturing such feelings for his brother’s bethroted and she can’t help but wish it was Luke she was going to marry.

Hope you liked it! ❤️

*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .ೃ࿐

[ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟏 | 𝐠𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫) ]

— ☆ amira speaks : hello love! i absolutely loved your request as always! for this, i made the reader be head-over-heels for Jace when meeting him, if that's okay with you. Also! the title is based on the song “The Power of Love” by Oomph! because the lyrics fit perfectly for the way Luke and the reader feel for each other throughout the fic. Enjoy this darling!! — summary : [ — ✧ request ] You are betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen — and future King of the Seven Kingdoms — as to make the union between your Houses stronger. While you are already blindly head over heels for the gentle, yet commited-to-duties Prince Jacaerys, you catch someone else's attention. — word count : 5.4k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x betrothed!reader — genre : slight angst at the unrequited love, maybe? in general terms, fluff.

ೃ⁀➷ chapter one ೃ⁀➷ chapter two

Placing your head against the window of the royal carriage that transported you from your castle, all the way to Dragonstone, your eyes were fervidly fixed on the view. Soon, the sight was filled with the constantly moving ocean waves, indicating you were nearly arriving to your destination.

A weary sigh escaped your lips. You knew this day would, sooner or later, come. The day you would get betrothed to some Prince under the excuse of making House alliances stronger, and more united; even, you would have to produce heirs. The sole thought of it twisted your stomach, even if you tried comforting yourself with the way your parents spoke regarding the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen: Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, your chosen betrothed, and future Lord Husband.

“(y/n),” your father, whom sat by your side throughout all the journey, finally spoke. The cold silence was broken, causing you to turn your gaze towards him, especially at the feeling of his warm hand being placed on your shoulder. “I know, you are not fond of the idea of betrothing,” he began, noticing the straight line your lips were formed into, not satisfied. “But I can assure you, Prince Jacaerys will be an excellent Husband. He is of a gentle nature, caring, and exceptionally intelligent.”

His words weren't enough to satisfy you. Of course, you knew that if your father said such things, he was certain about his statements. However, nothing could change your mind about being forced to leave your home, and marry a Prince or Lord for a mere political convenience.

“Jacaerys will treat you rightfully, and will be certainly delighted to have you as his betrothed. Just wait, and see.” your father finished, as the Royal Carriage suddenly stopped in it's movements. Without replying, you nodded in agreement, trying to keep his wise words in mind.

As you had reached Dragonstone, your family and yourself stepped down from the carriages, being greeted by several guards, and of course, none other than Princess Rhaenyra herself. Her platinum hair vividly shone under the dazzling rays of sun, flowing along the smooth, and cool breeze. A sweet, polite grin was formed on her rosy lips. Curtsying down to her briefly, she kindly welcomed you to Dragonstone Castle.

“Princess Rhaenyra, thank you for the warm welcome. We are truly honoured.” your father tenderly spoke, after curtsying at her. Rhaenyra gave him a single head bow in response, noticing he'd continue speaking. “This is my daughter, Princess (y/n).” introducing you as your Lord Father placed his hand on your shoulder, a shy, yet wide smile couldn't help but appear on your lips, bowing down your head.

“Hello, Princess (y/n). You are as lovely as I imagined you'd be, sweet girl!” Rhaenyra kindly complimented you, placing her delicate hand on your other shoulder. “Jace will be delighted to finally meet you. Come, follow me.” her words were warm, and caring. She seemed like a genuinely tender person, which brought some relief to you, in a way. Without hesitating for a second, as soon as Rhaenyra began walking towards the inside of Dragonstone with her hand remaining on your shoulder, you hastily began following her; some royal guards escolting from behind as well.

The rocky structure of Dragonstone was impressive. Your gaze ascended to stare at the castle, mesmerised with pure thrill. The inside of the castle was even more grand than it was on the outside; filled with dragon carved sculptures. A dumbfounded shy grin was seen on your lips, as you daintly walked across the grey corridors with Rhaenyra, and the members of your House.

Despite hearing her speaking about some political topics with your father as she guided you the way, your mind was truly focused on scanning the rooms, halls, and trying to understand how every part of Dragonstone was connected. After all, this would be your new home in a short while, and you had to know how to guide yourself through it.

Rhaenyra guided you to the main hall, swiftly opening the doors. Your eyes rapidly were fixed on the dimly lit main hall, encountering two brunette haired boys. “Jace, House (L/N) has arrived.” interrupting herself from her conversation with your family, whom followed her from behind, she caught the attention of one of the boys. He was tall, his hair brunette and a bit long, slightly messy.

The eldest Prince shot his stare from the shorter boy, that must've been his brother, to his mother, noticing the visitors. It seemed that they were both awaiting for the arrival of your House to Dragonstone. His coffee coloured eyes were placed on you, and a wide, polite smile rapidly drew on his lips. At the feeling of his intense, yet delicate gaze, your heart briefly skipped a beat; discreetly beginning to nibble on your lower lip as he leisurely approached both you, and his mother.

Jace, he was your betrothed.

The idea of being betrothed suddenly didn't seem so bad. The kind hearted, soft stare on his eyes seemed to be genuine, and his movements were daint, proper of a true gentleman. As he stood in front of you, he politely bowed. “(y/n), is it?” he inquired, eagerly. His personality seemed to be uplifting, and enthusiastic. A slight tint of red formed on your cheeks, as he carefully took one of your hands, raising it to his lips, and placing a kiss on your knuckles. Truly, you were lost of speech at how drastically different he was from how you imagined him. But, in a good way, of course.

“Y-Yes! (y/n), of House (l/n). An honour to meet you, Jacaerys.” you greeted kindly, trying not to goofily grin, nor stammer. “An honour to meet you as well, (y/n). It's lovely to have you here, finally.” he retorted. Rhaenyra, noticing the sweet interaction, widely smiled as well. “I'm glad you're already getting along together.” she began speaking, as you now fixed your attention on her while Jace slowly let go of your hand. “You should also meet my secondborn son, Lucerys.” seeing her blue eyes dart towards the centre of the main hall, you did the same, noticing the other boy shyly standing there, awkwardly staring the interaction.

“Come.” Rhaenyra mouthed quietly, gesturing Lucerys to approach you. A bit hesitatingly, the young Velaryon walked slowly towards you, with his eyes looking down at the floor out of embarrassment; a notorious, wide crimson fluster stained his delicate cheeks. Truth was, you seemed too pretty for him to even act normally, without feeling like he'd faint of nervousness.

“H-Hello, (y/n). N-Nice to meet you.” lucerys stammered, managing to make eye contact with you for the first time. His eyes were shiny hazel, and they were completely precious. The soft blush on his face matched with his sligtly curly, dark hair, and his green eyes. His way of being was as gentle as his brother's, but shyer. You gave him a single head bow as a broad, kind grin was placed on you, allowing Lucerys to take your hand with his trembling one, and raise it to his lips; mimicking his brother's actions of politely kissing it.

“Hello, Lucerys.” you greeted back warmly. The entire time his lips were daintly placed on your knuckles as to kiss them, his green eyes would not leave you. You had delicate and soft manners, beauteous features, silky hair, a special glint on your (e/c) eyes, and a heartwarming smile. Gods, Lucerys couldn't help but think his brother Jacaerys was lucky for having you as his betrothed.

Even if being betrothed and politely kind to each other didn't exactly mean you'd genuinely be in love with one another, Luke still felt a scintilla of jealousy at the thought of you being Jace's future Lady Wife. You were true grace, a sight to behold.

Lucerys let go of your hand, then placing both his hands behind his back in a shy manner, gazing down at the floor as he could feel your stare still being posed on him. Of course, you couldn't help but find his awkwardly timid, quiet persona rather adorable, making the previous broad smile on your lips stay there with you. Rhaenyra seemed to be joyful of the interactions going well, so far.

“Good. Now, allow me to show you the rest of the castle, my dear. You have time to properly bond with each other later.” Rhaenyra spoke, once she finished introducing you to Jacaerys, your betrothed, and his brother Lucerys. Your attention went to her, and you delightfully nodded at her, grinning. Both boys stood there, smiling back, as you rapidly waved at them.

“See you later, boys.” you greeted, eyeing them one last time before turning your back, and leaving with their mother to meet the rest of the castle. A wide grin was drawn all over your lips, a bit delightfully overwhelmed with the presence of Jacaerys, your betrothed. You would've never guessed you'd be even than more joyful to finally marry, and here you were; counting the days until your official wedding ceremony with the future King.

Both Velaryon boys stared at you leave in silence. A quiet, disappointed sigh escaped from Lucerys. You seemed too much of a true kind soul, warmhearted, and lovingly sweet, plus, it was rather notorious by now that you were already mesmerised by Jacaerys' gentle nature. Jace was truly blessed by the Seven to have your full attention, and have you as his betrothed; but Luke was aware, his brother couldn't see, or even think, about how fortunate he was.

After a long day of walking around the castle and being guided through it, you were finally free to take all the liberty you desire, and stroll through it as much as you wanted. The birds chirped loudly on the outside, and the skies were becoming a blend of rich orange, and a variety of different shades of pink.

Your family would be staying for dinner that night. Meanwhile, they discussed some political strategies and the very own meaning of finally joining alliances with your betrothal, and you yourself, decided to explore a bit further the vast gardens of Dragonstone. You took your time to imagine how your future would be in Dragonstone, and wondering what your betrothed thought about having you as his future Lady Wife. The mere thought of having to marry Jacaerys — whom you found very gentle and sweet — made your heart pound fast against your chest, a tint of scarlet glistening on your cheeks.

The blooming flowers seemed to have particularly bright, eye catching colours. The gardens contained all types of flowers, of every colour. Blue, light blue, crimson, lavender coloured, white — whatever colour you could think of for a flower, you would see it on the gardens of Dragonstone. Such sight was graceful to behold, and rather tranquil.

With the tip of your finger, you delicately caressed a petal from a flower you took, and held on your hand. Your eyes were fixed on it, admiring the blend of red and crimson colours it contained. Twirling it gently as you held it with your fingers, you occasionally brought it to your nostrils, taking in the sweet scent the flower contained.

“Princess (y/n),” you heard a soft, familiar voice coming from behind of you. Apparently, you weren't the only one spending time in the gardens, much to your surprise. Rapidly, you turned your body around to look at whomever had spoken as you still held the flower in a daint manner, only to encounter yourself with Prince Lucerys. A tender smile was formed on your lips, as you briefly bowed before him. “Prince Lucerys,” you greeted back.

“It's nice to see you around here.” you retorted, playfully twirling the flower that remained on your hands. “Indeed. It's nice seeing you here as well.” his footsteps were light as he approached you, his hands behind his back, and his hazel eyes explored the recently bloomed flowers. You could tell by his low, gentle tone and way of being in general, he was rather timid. But, Lucerys seemed loving.

“How are you enjoying your time here in Dragonstone so far?” he inquired, taking a flower from it's stem, and mimicking your actions of twirling it. “Better than I imagined, for certain.” you replied, ascending your gaze from the flower, to his green eyes. A quiet scoff escaped from Luke's lips, guiding his eyes to gaze back at you.

“It's a pleasure to hear that. But, you thought you wouldn't like it in here?” Luke continued inquiring, leisurely walking closer to you, with genuine curiousity. You quietly chuckled, looking down at the flower. “Well, I have always been rather afraid of becoming betrothed.” you began speaking. Lucerys attentively listened, slightly tilting his head to his side as you spoke. “And my idea of being betrothed was leaving your very own home, just to go to another castle and be stuck in an unhappy marriage...” unconsciously, your head shook itself, with a grin on your lips as you admired the flower.

“But, when I met your brother... My betrothed, I realised how wrong I was.” luke nodded in agreement, seeing how joyful you were at the thought of marrying his elder brother, as you lifted your gaze towards him. “I understand.” was all Luke replied, placing his hands from behind, still holding a little flower he had taken. His face seemed serious, but he tried to be notoriously happy at your own content.

“I can only hope all goes well in your marriage. I can see you're already head over heels for my brother, are you not?” Lucerys asked, finally showing his hands from behind his back, extending the lily-coloured flower he held to you. “And welcome to the family, as well. We are all delighted to have you here, truly.” as he softly, yet vehemently spoke, you curiously looked at the flower he extended to you, gently taking it from him with a broad, genuine grin.

“Thank you, Lucerys.” you whispered, looking into his eyes. A dumbfounded, silly little grin was plastered all over your daint lips, accompanied by an intense scarlet fluster that took over your cheeks, rapidly spreading throughout your entire face. “Is it too obvious, that I already fell for your brother?” as you spoke to him, you gently analysed the pretty little flower he gave you. A timid smile crept on his lips, briefly gazing down at the ground. “It's stupid, is it not? I just met him, I cannot be already in love with him...” you mumbled, raising your stare at him. “But, the way he spoke to me, treated me, and... simply, stared at me, already made me feel special. I already fell hard for how gentle Jace was with me.” in response, Luke gave you an understanding nod, with a slight smile.

The words that spurred out of your lips seemed genuine, purely in love with the eldest of the Velaryons. Lucerys couldn't blame you, Jace knew how to properly treat a lady and make her feel special with his gentleman way of being. Though, it was hard. Lucerys knew his brother Jacaerys rather well, and he was aware his attention was mostly centred on Lady Baela Targaryen — but Luke hoped, Jace took a liking for you once you properly met each other.

“Stupid? Why would it be stupid, my Lady?” shaking his head, the previous smile continued to creep on his soft lips. The sight of you already being dumbfounded in love with his brother was adorable, yet unbeknownst to you, unfortunate. “It's normal to feel such way, especially when someone makes you feel special. It's everything, except stupid.” the Princeling approached you even closer, with one of his hands hiding behind his back, and offering you his arm. “You can trust on me to talk about whatever you need. I promise, I would never judge.” hesitatingly, you stared in silence at his arm for a few seconds, until you finally decided to ring your arm around his.

As soon as you looped your own arm around the one he offered to you, Lucerys started to gently stroll with you through the gardens. The shy, wide smile on your own lips never washed away from your delicate facial expressions. “Thank you, Lucerys. Deeply.” you retorted, walking side by side with the young Velaryon. “You are right. I was afraid it might sound slightly dumb to say I'm already in love with your brother, but I suppose not anymore.” a clear expression of content and relief washed on your face, and Luke could notice it.

“I have not even properly met your brother yet, but there's something in him that... Caught my attention.” you continued, making a short pause in the middle of your speech, trying to find the proper words for your feelings. “I could even feel butterflies fluttering on my stomach at the sight of Jacaerys! Could you believe that?” suddenly darting your eyes towards Luke, you noticed he was already staring at you with a broad, ear-to-ear smile on his lips. “I can believe that. Love at first sight does indeed exist, my Lady.” he responded, gazing down at the floor grinning to himself. Truly, the way you were so keen for your betrothal and expressed yourself regarding your recently discovered feelings for Jacaerys were endearing.

“If you're already in love with him, then you will love him more when you get the chance of getting to know him better, and the moment he officially becomes your Lord Husband.” his words were genuinely sweet, his voice having a dulcet tone to it. Lucerys' hazel eyes remained on the ground as he took you for a walk around the garden, noticing how enthusiastic you were of the vast amount of flowers in plain sight. The boy, now being aware of your charming personality and kindhearted self, had profound hopes that his brother's true feelings for Lady Baela would pass once he meets you, and you become his dear Wife.

The words he previously said resonated through your head. “Love at first sight, yes.” you repeated lowly to yourself. “That's what I felt. Love at first sight.” Luke turned his eyes at you, nodding in response, in a warm manner. As you both kept strolling through the sweet-scented gardens arm-in-arm together, exploring the recently bloomed flowers and admiring them, the birds leisurely stopped chirping; leaving place for the quiet noise of the crickets appearing.

“I have never thought I'd be this contented for a betrothal. But seeing the way you warmly received my House was quite a relief.” a breathless chuckle spurred from Luke's lip at your statement, making some dimples appear on his delicate face. “Of course, there is no need to thank us. You are part of our family now, and you should feel comfortable.” he retorted, speaking lowly as ever.

Lifting your sight to the sky as Lucerys responded to your statements, you realised that the previous blend of vivid shades of pink and oranges were leisurely turning into dark blue, almost dark colours. Some stars began shining on the dark-blue coloured sky, indicating that soon would be nighttime, and of course, time to assist to the organised dinner for your betrothal.

“Oh, look.” you signaled. Luke mimicked your actions, staring at the sky along with you. “It's getting dark, no? I think we should prepare ourselves for dinner.” in response, Lucerys nodded immediatly, agreeing wholeheartedly with you. Your arm slowly unlooped from his own, and you began making your own way towards the inside of the grand Dragonstone castle. “Thank you for the small chat, Lucerys.” you thanked him honestly, vastly smiling, as he followed you back inside the castle from behind. “It was a true relief. And, it is even more of a big relief to have you as my brother-in-law.” Lucerys couldn't help but stupidly grin at your words, grateful that he was of some help regarding the uncertainty of your feelings.

Timidly, still holding the two flowers you picked from the garden, you leaned closer to him, and placed a daint kiss on his warm, rosy cheek. “Meet you at dinner, Lucerys.” briefly, you kindly bowed your head down to him in gratitude, and rapidly turned around to hastily walk across the corridors of Dragonstone and reach your chambers as to change into even more formal clothing for dinner; leaving a surprised Lucerys standing there, staring at you leave.

A wide smile formed on his lips, accompanied by a light rosy blushing on his cheeks. Even if you had just met one another in a brief manner, with a small talk and a nice stroll together, Lucerys already thought of you as one of the flowers in the garden: soft, delicate, and daint. His fondness for you already grew on his chest, noticing how much of a sweet, kind, and pure soul you were, and he was keen in getting to talk to you more now that you were soon to marry his brother, Jacaerys.

All he most deeply hoped, is that, knowing his brother's true feelings for another woman, your heart wouldn't be quick to shatter.

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