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pieroulette · 11 months

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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dduane · 8 months

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That paprikahendl recipe

So the first thing to be said is possibly the most important: this is a paprikahendl recipe. (And in this case, it was made with duck, because we were out of chicken... so it's probably paprikaentl, if anything.) :)

Everybody's mom or grandmother would've had her own version of this, which would naturally be the best one in the mind of the person you were talking to. The original dish, though—as @petermorwood has pointed out—would have been a peasant dish of the use-a-moderate-amount-of-flavorful-and-spicy-meat-to-season-a-lot-of-noodles-or-whatever kind. If you're a peasant, after all (and maybe even if you're not, of late...), meat is expensive, so in dishes of this kind it's used as more of a seasoning for what you have plenty of—in this case, the tiny flour-based noodles-or-dumplings called spaetzle. (In its rural beginnings, of course, the meat probably would've been a laying chicken that was too old to lay any more... or even a cockerel that had started shooting blanks, and whose morning racket was starting to get on your nerves.)

Later, though, a small tender chicken (or two) was seen as preferable. Paprikahendl became very popular in Hungary and other parts of central Europe, and in the process—over time—got taken somewhat upmarket. The recipe I used as my basis for this version is one that apparently was (and who knows, maybe still is) served at one of Vienna's famous Sacher establishments. As a result it contains elements I'm none too sure about—such as the last-minute apple—but otherwise seems to me to hold water.

The full recipe is here. Now let me tell you what I did to with it.

(inserting a cut here, so those who don't want to watch a bunch of video clips of things frying and cooking won't have to...)

Normally in the initial stage of this recipe, you'd cut up a whole small chicken (or two) into pieces, color them in your preferred frying fat (in Hungary, possibly lard, but at very least butter) and then set them aside to make the sauce. In this case, since the meat I had to work with was duck, I cooked that as directed and put it aside while we went off to do some other stuff. I also made spaetzle to go on the side, as it's the kind of thing you'd be likely to run into regionally. These we can fortunately buy ready-made, like most other kinds of pasta. Or you can make them from scratch. Since I now have a Magic Spaetzle Machine to do this, I'll show how that's done some other time. (Or you could look at this video...)

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Then, to make the sauce, I pulled together:

The zest and juice of a lemon

Half an onion or more, chopped fine (I have to be careful with onions, as too much will set off my IBS)

Off to one side, I asked Peter to do the dry paprika mix for me. This was two very heaping tablespoons of paprika, and about half a teaspoon of cayenne, to mock up the heat of the hotter paprika that would have been used in small villages in the Carpathians.

Then I clarified some butter in the microwave, about three tablespoons of it (you melt it in a tall glass and set this aside until the milk solids settle out, then pour off the clarified butterfat) and dumped that in the big cookpot along with the onions.

When those had hit the cooked-until-translucent point, I cut the duck up into chunks and got them ready to go in: then added the paprika and (when that had fried a little) the lemon juice. (Paprika can taste a little raw in a sauce if you don't fry it a bit first.)

Then in went 125 ml of rose wine (I'd have used white if I'd had any, but whatever...) and about 500 ml of chicken stock, and everything got stirred very well together.

After that, the duck got chucked in and the pot was covered and left to simmer for 45 minutes or so. Normally this would be the time a raw chicken would need to cook, and naturally the duck was well cooked already: but it seemed to me that another 45 minutes getting even more tender couldn't hurt it.

So that was what happened. At the end of 45 minutes, the duck was removed and set aside while I got busy with finishing the sauce. You lower the temperature in the big pot until the pre-sauce liquid is just barely simmering. Then to thicken it, you use about a cup of the thickest sour cream you can lay your hands on, with a third of a cup of flour beaten into it very well with a fork. At which point you should be able to do this with the fork:

Now you find a big balloon whisk and start whisking this mixture into the pre-sauce, sort of a tablespoon or two at a time...making sure each dose of sour cream + flour is very well beaten in, leaving no lumps, before adding the rest. When it's all in there, you very gently raise the heat, stirring or whisking occasionally, until the sauce starts to thicken. Then add the meat back in and let it warm through in there for a little while longer: ten or fifteen minutes should do it.

Assuming that people are ready to eat, you heat the spaetzle (and toss it with some butter), plate it up, and add the paprikahendl on top. And dig in.

...Anyway, that was my take. If you go googling for "paprikahendl", you will find many, many more recipes: some far less complex than this approach, some far more so. Pick one that suits you and see what you make of it. This one worked really well, though: so you might like to take a shot at it.

If you do: enjoy!

#paprikahenldl

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callmearcturus · 1 year

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i got my mother the NYT Cooking subscription as a gift and we are REALLY enjoying this shit, do you know how fucking wild it is to look up a recipe and not see three banner ads, four in-line ads, and a video turtorial you have to click out of

anyway i'm making this today in the slow cooker and its still cooking but MAN the broth tastes fucking AMAZING so fuck paywalls

INGREDIENTS

1 pound Yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed, peeled and cut into 1- to 2-inch chunks

1 pound cauliflower, chopped into large bite-sized florets and stems

2 (15-ounce) cans cannellini beans, drained

½ yellow onion, minced

3 garlic cloves, smashed and minced

3½ cups vegetable stock

3 tablespoons unsalted butter

2 tablespoons dry white wine

1 sprig fresh thyme or ½ teaspoon dried thyme

½ teaspoon garlic powder

Coarse kosher salt and black pepper

1 teaspoon lemon juice (about ¼ lemon)

8 ounces sour cream (1 cup), at room temperature

½ cup chopped chives (about 1 small bunch)

Potato chips, preferably sour cream and onion, for topping

Shredded Cheddar, for serving

STEP ONE

In a 6- to 8-quart slow cooker, combine the potatoes, cauliflower, beans, onion, garlic, vegetable stock, butter, wine, thyme, garlic powder and 1½ teaspoons kosher salt. Cover and cook until the vegetables are very tender, about 8 hours on low.

STEP TWO

Remove and discard the thyme sprig, and turn off the slow cooker. Add the lemon juice. To make a completely smooth and creamy soup, purée the ingredients using an immersion blender. (Or, purée the soup in a blender in two batches, transferring the puréed soup to a different pot.) To make a textured, chunky soup, smash the ingredients using a potato masher in the slow cooker. Stir in the sour cream and chives. Taste and add additional salt if necessary. Serve in bowls topped with black pepper, crushed potato chips and shredded Cheddar. For leftovers, gently reheat the soup on the stovetop or in the microwave until it just barely bubbles around the edges; don’t let it boil or the sour cream will break.

#i haven't finished cooking it yet #but this smells delicious and the broth is amazing #i'm p hyped #food

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morallyinept · 8 months

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Pedro Boys & Cocktails 🍹

More Pedro Boy fun! I've not included measurements because we all like our drinks at varying strengths, so you can tailor make them to your liking.

Drink responsibily folks! 🥴

Also, check out Drinkingpedro on IG for some amazing original drinks, inspired by Pedro & his characters. The account is super fun! Give them a follow. (This was some of my inspiration for this Pedro Boys Cocktail ramble.) Cheers! 🖤

Francisco Morales - 'The Morales Muff Diving Experience' - Crown Royal whiskey, peach schnapps, peach puree, sour mix, lemonade. Open your legs, hermosa. Standard Heating Oil cap optional.

Oberyn Martell - 'The Skull Crusher' - Freshly squeezed blood oranges from Dorne (or your local grocery store if you're unable to sail to Westeros), vodka, lime juice, cointreau, blood orange pulp to top. You know, crushed brain chunks.

Ezra - 'The Wordy Birdie' - Vodka, tequila, white rum, gin, cointreau, lemon juice, simple syrup, Midori, soda water. Served with a case of looted Aurelac gems. Tastes even better with one arm - tingly. Loquacious rambling guaranteed.

Joel Miller - 'Molotov Cocktail' - Empy bottle, handkerchief doused in flammable liquid of choice, or whatever is avaliable when the world has gone to shit. Ignite. Launch at clickers. Watch them go boom. Instant mushroom soup. Nom.

Dieter Bravo - 'The Bola Hair Hold' - Brandy, vodka, absinthe, gin, whiskey, blackberry liqueur. Shake it all up and hope for the fucking best, although you will probably die. Make sure Bola is avaliable to hold your haaaaair as you weep into the fetid toilet bowl.

Javier Peña - 'The Loredo Legspreader' - Gin, lemongrass, lemongrass syrup, fresh lime juice, red Thai chilli to garnish. Serve with a cigarette and a sour resting bitch face. Sweaty pink shirt optional.

Marcus Moreno - 'The Upstaged Father' - Cherry vodka, lemonade, blue curaçao, coconut vodka, mango rum, grenadine, simple syrup, crushed ice, orange slices to garnish. Drink alone in a corner, daydreaming about your heyday as leader of The Heroics, before your 11 year old daughter stole your limelight. Bitters optional.

Pero Tovar - 'Black Powder' - Dark rum, dry vermouth, blackberry liqueur, splash of lime juice, blackberries to garnish. Serve on dry ice for that smokey effect. Then betray your closest friend.

Max Phillips - 'The Bloodsucking Bastard' - Chambord raspberry liqueur, cranberry juice, Prosecco or sparkling wine. Don't worry, these vamps don't sparkle. Vodka. Splash of lime juice. Place on a post-it note and serve to your boss. Brace yourself for imminent fangs.

Marcus Pike - 'The Boyfriend Cardigan' - Vanilla vodka, passion fruit liqueur, passion fruit puree, lime juice, vanilla simple syrup, Prosecco or sparkling wine. Serve to your sweetheart FBI boyfriend, the, very, very goody cop. Although, give him a few of these and then play some good cop/bad cop. It's cuffin' season afterall.

Comandante Veracruz - 'The Guerilla Freestyle' - Dark rum, Campari, orange curaçao, simple syrup, pineapple juice, freshly squeezed lime juice, pineapple wedges and leaves to serve. Use to barter for your freedom. Or not, whatever.

Din Djarin - 'The Space Daddy' - Gin, maraschino liqueur, Crème De Violette, fresh lemon juice, crushed ice and edible glitter for the swirly galaxy look. Might need to remove your helmet when consuming. Keep away from The Kid. This is the - hic! - way.

Silva - 'The Ol' Western BJ' - Irish cream liqueur, Kahlúa, Amaretto, whipped cream to top. Serve in a red bandana covered shot glass. Drink naked from the waist down.

Agent Whiskey - 'The Unfortunate Cowboy' - Bourbon whiskey, Southern Comfort, lemon and lime juice, watermelon juice. Do not operate mincing machinery whilst under the influence. Tuck your lasso in. Watch your step there, cowboy.

Dave York - 'The Suburban Murder Daddy' - Mezcal, sweet vermouth, Campari, soda water, splash of lime juice, orange peel twist to garnish. Drink quickly to tie up your loose ends. Try not to lose an eye in the process.

Javi G - 'The Paddington' - Fresh, warmed milk served in a glass. Marmalade sandwich on the side. Alcohol free. It's past Javi's bedtime. Sssh.

Maxwell Lord - 'The Booty Clap' - Amaretto almond liqueur, Alizé Gold Passion liqueur, Hennessey Cognac. Shaking your booty like this whilst drinking is compulsory:

BONUS!!

Pedro Pascal - 'Purple Rain, d'uh' - Vodka, gin, blue curaçao, splash of cherry sourz, grenadine, lemonade, lemon juice. Try not to blub whilst dancing in the purple rain.

🖤

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Hestia Deep Divs

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane.

Zodiac & scared number • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red, White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects, pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters, Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest, Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you), Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight, Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.”

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.)

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July. Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving.

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water, rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!)

Prayers•

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

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vintageskeletons · 1 year

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'into the fire' can mean so many things. like jet getting shish kebab-ed. apparently.

don’t leave it unintended tho :/

@ssreeder you shouldn't have enabled me

#what do i even tag this as #into the fire #leaving it all behind #fanfic art #i think??? askfbdkenskdb #sreedy #wine to my lemon juice #my art #thtoopid doodles #i can't in my good conscience tag the characters lmao #im going to bed GOODNIGTHTHTTH #(sokka's EH face might be the best thing i've ever drawn this year)

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theunaestheticstudyblr · 2 years

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Broke college student tip:

Learn to love cooking. Like get into it. Enjoy it. Get excited to cook. Why? When you learn to cook and enjoy it you'll save money. Lots of money. And you'll be eating better, healthier food too.

For example. I'm eating seafood and veggie pasta right now with a white wine cream sauce. In a restaurant, this would be a fancy meal, costing $20 or so for a small portion. Literally cost me like $5 or so in ingredients to make. And like 20 minutes to cook. And I made enough for lunch AND dinner. When you know how to cook you can make cheap foods taste amazing.

Here's some advice how to make this easier:

Buy frozen things. Frozen veggies, frozen fruits, frozen meats, etc. Frozen lasts longer and saves you money and stress.

Have basic herbs and spices on hand. Salt, pepper (red, black, and white), thyme, rosemary, basil, garlic powder, onion powder, turmeric, bay leaf (chopped is best), cinnamon, paprika, cumin, and sage are my most commonly used ones!

Common recipe ingredients to keep on hand: pasta, rice, lemon/lime juice, garlic, onion, white wine, frozen veggies, potatoes, frozen meats, sugar, butter, pasta sauces, tomatoes, eggs, soda/pineapple juice/beer (great for marinades or cooking meat).

Frozen things when stored properly can be stored for a couple months and portioned out making quick meals easy!

Learn flavor profiles. Citrus, basil, rosemary, butter, salt, garlic, and onion are all fairly universal in their uses while things like cumin and turmeric have a stronger, earlier flavor and are great for stews, curries, pastas, soups, and sauces!

Learn to shop. If it's non-perishable and bogo, get it! Bogo (buy one get one) is basically half off and now you have two things for when you need it! Walmart brand pasta is like $0.98 a box. You can also get a bag of frozen extra small shrimp at Walmart for like $5 and there's about 50 in a bag. Shop non-perishable items by weight (price per ounce) and perishables by size.

Pasta sauce can be put in the freezer and if stored well can keep for like 3 months!

Sauté your veggies! They taste so good that way!!! A little butter, garlic, rosemary, and onion. Sprinkle with salt after and viola!

It's easy to fall into a food rut, so treat yourself every now and then with something different or challenge yourself by limiting yourself to 5 ingredients or something to make you exercise your skills.

Make your own barbecue sauce. It's so fun! All you need is molasses, ketchup, brown sugar, and whatever you want to customize it. I usually put honey and bourbon in mine.

Go on pinterest and find easy recipes! The great thing about a recipe is every single one you see is customizable and was made to the cooker's preference. You don't like mushrooms? Don't put them in and add something earthy and unami like turmeric or sumac in its place.

Tofu is easier than you think.

Rice is very filling and goes with most everything.

Keep fresh herbs fresh by putting them in water. You might even root and grow your own!

Frozen fruits are amazing for marinades or more "tropical" tasting recipes. Frozen citrus and pineapple are great for making a citrus chicken and rice! Just defrost in a bowl and then add the chicken to the bowl.

Tortillas are amazing and keep for a while in the fridge.

Print out recipes and keep them in a binder so you make notes and changes directly on the paper!

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yoongiseesawmp3 · 1 year

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paradigm pt2 - seonghwa (m)

summary: is having sex with your coworker really a bad idea? no, right? because seonghwa is quite honestly perfect. perfect, but annoying. a teasing day at work leads to a long night, and a conversation the next day. time to play by seonghwa’s rules.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut!!!!! dom!seonghwa (still a little switchy? kinda?), afab reader, tying up/ropes, edging/orgasm control, protected sex, oral (f receiving), not proofread sorry!

part one / masterlist

your shifts with seonghwa before you slept together were usually pretty fun. more bearable than a normal shift, that’s for sure. but now you’re practically counting down the time until you get to leave. you’re even spending more time in the kitchen, claiming you’re doing inventory on bar essentials so you don’t have to be out there in such close quarters with seonghwa.

why?

because seonghwa has become insufferable.

before you fucked his brains out, he was flirtatious, sure. you’d noticed how his eyes would sweep over you before responding, or how he’d daintily touch your waist as he passed behind you so as to not bump you into the bar. he’d say cheeky things, he’d tease you, but it was all playful coworker stuff. now? now he’s more determined. pointed. almost like he’s trying to prove something to you. it’s like you showed him what you were capable of back at your apartment, and now he’s trying to show you just how bold he can be in return.

today, you’re taking extra time in the kitchen finding all the produce you need to restock the bar while seonghwa is out there unlocking all the good liquor and dusting bottles off before customers start coming in. you’ve even convinced wooyoung to make a fresh batch of sour mix for you, claiming that making the base syrup from scratch will help the drinks taste better. wooyoung did it, even though he knows the restaurant has a stock of sour mix that could last a year if necessary, but he won’t pass up on the opportunity to have a friend with him in the back for a little longer.

“is seonghwa here yet?” wooyoung asks you as you dump a container of lemons on the worktop next to him. “make him come back here and juice those for me.”

“i can do it,” you say, looking for a cutting board, but wooyoung tsking stops you.

“no, i really want him back here so i can see the sexual tension between you two for myself,” he teases, and you roll your eyes.

“fuck you.”

“that’s hwa’s job.”

“what’s my job?” seonghwa’s deep voice asks from a few feet behind you. he must have just walked in. “please tell me i don’t have to juice lemons, i can already tell y/n’s gonna ‘delegate’ cutting them up to me.”

“uh, i was gonna do it,” you say defensively. seonghwa eyes you like he doesn’t believe it, but he lets you continue. “we were talking about you bothering me.”

“doesn’t wooyoung do that more than i do?”

“hey!”

“no,” you say, coming to his defense. “woo’s actually been helping me a lot lately.”

“so that’s why you spend so much of your shifts back here then?” seonghwa asks, quirking an eyebrow at you in a challenge. oh, so he’s noticed. “that’s why i’m back here. boss wants you up front, actually. said you need to reorder more white but wants to talk to you about what you put on the order form.”

“yeah, he’s gonna tell me we can’t get the snoop dogg wine,” you sigh as you lay out everything for the lemons. “i’ll go talk to him. but hwa, that means you do have to juice the lemons for me,” you say sweetly, clasping your hands in front of you and fluttering your lashes at him. to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight and blushes while politely pushing you out of the way so he can get to work. with that, you leave them both in the kitchen and practice what you’re gonna say to your boss when he asks why you made such ridiculous wine choices.

while you’re up front fighting for the celebrity wine collection of your dreams, seonghwa and wooyoung work in silence. wooyoung keeps eyeing seonghwa though, like he’s waiting for him to say something. finally, wooyoung’s attention span gets the better of him and he lowers the burner before turning to face hwa directly. seonghwa looks up questioningly, but goes back to work when wooyoung doesn’t say something immediately.

“oh come ON,” wooyoung whines, practically falling into seonghwa’s side. “tell me what happened between you two.”

“that’s none of your business.”

“please?”

“no.”

“pretty please?”

“no, leave me alone.”

“fine,” wooyoung sighs, turning back to his work. “if nothing happened between you then i guess you won’t mind me asking y/n out for drinks after work tonight?”

“that’s fine,” seonghwa says, clearing his throat. he finishes juicing the last lemon and takes the carcasses over to the trash. while he wipes his hands, he tells wooyoung, “if y/n comes back here can you tell her to check the walk in for me? i thought we had more of those nasty ipas but i can’t find any.”

“why don’t you do it?” wooyoung asks suspiciously.

“i’m going to the bathroom,” seonghwa says simply. wooyoung nods like he doesn’t believe him, but he stays in place stirring the syrup so it doesn’t crystalize. he’s busy fishing a seed out of the fresh lemon juice when you come back to the kitchen.

“where’d seonghwa go?” you ask, and wooyoung points a finger to the back of the room.

“he’s waiting for you in the walk in,” he replies. you start to ask questions, but wooyoung cuts you off. “hey, i don’t know. just go back there and see what he wants. and don’t embarrass me in front of the food, i have to serve that later.”

unsure, you go back to the cooler wondering what seonghwa could want. you don’t get too deep into thought though, because you open the door and suddenly seonghwa is carefully grabbing you by the neck and pulling you in for a kiss. the door to the cooler closes behind you, shrouding you both in darkness save for the pathetic lightbulb on a string above you. in the shadows, seonghwa’s features are sharpened so much that when he pulls back it almost takes your breath away to see how chiseled he looks like this. he smirks at the look in your eyes, licking his lips before diving back in, this time holding you in place by the hips so you can’t escape. his tongue teases your lips, and the second you part them to let him in he detaches from you completely. breathless, you look at him confused while he speaks.

“if wooyoung asks you out tonight, say no,” he tells you, and then he’s gone, leaving you alone, skin burning despite the cold air around you.

the rest of your shift with seonghwa was odd, to say the least. you had to finish up with the accoutrement you had in the kitchen, and despite wooyoung’s pestering you didn’t tell him what was going on. he also didn’t ask you out, so you’re not sure why seonghwa mentioned that in the walk in. you’re also trying to figure out what happened in there, but if you think about it too long you start remembering the warmth of his lips and that’s a dangerous place for you to go.

it’s even more dangerous when you head back out to the bar, containers of lemon and lime slices in one arm and your jug of fresh sour mix in the other. seonghwa sees you totally not struggling and he rushes over to help, placing a hand on your waist as he reaches for one of the containers.

“i got it,” you say defensively, and he kind of backs off but watches you with an unreadable look in his eyes. he lets you do your thing, managing to place everything into the proper wells in the bar without dropping anything despite your awkward form.

“you heard about the company party coming in today?” seonghwa decides to ask, continuing to watch you as he speaks. “we’ll be closed until dinner for the private party, so should be an easy shift.”

“sounds good,” you say tightlipped. “did he say when they’re coming in?”

“soon.”

“great, thanks, so helpful.”

“what’s wrong with you?” he asks with a playful smile. “cat got your tongue?”

“so you’re a cat now?” you quip back, and seonghwa cracks a genuine smile.

“no?” he says after thinking for a moment. “i’m just me.”

“shame,” you sigh. “i’ve been thinking about getting a kitten.” you brush past seonghwa, cringing but satisfied with the stunned look he’s giving you in return. you go about your business, making sure everything is where you like it to be before your boss starts coming around to say the company party should be arriving soon. you and seonghwa fall into a rhythm as things pick up, and you don’t have time to think about the weird energy between you. you try your best to ignore the way you catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, or how he delicately holds your waist as he passes behind you during the rush. you could be imagining it, but it seems like every time his hands find your waist they’re holding you tighter and tighter, closer and closer to seonghwa. the last time he does it you swear he slides his fingertips under your shirt to just barely graze your skin, but it could’ve been an accident. still, you keep working.

after the initial rush, you’ve got a minute to rest and seonghwa says he’s slipping away to bring some more beer from the walk in. you let him leave, and step off to the side to make yourself a cup of water. as you’re sipping and absentmindedly picking at a string on your shirt, you miss the man walking up to the bar in front of you.

“drinking on the job?” he asks, wearing the sleaziest smirk you’ve ever seen. “didn’t peg you for a bad girl.”

“what can i get for you?” you divert, ignoring his comment and the greasy way he’s staring at you.

“what do you recommend?” he asks as he starts getting too comfortable at the stool in front of you.

“something simple?” you offer, wanting to get him away as quickly as possible. “how about an old fashioned?”

“i like the way you think,” he replies with a nod and a smile. you get to work on the drink and don’t notice the way he watches you while you make it. as you’re looking for the cherries, seonghwa comes back from the kitchen with enough beer in tow to fill the fridge by your feet. he notices the guy immediately and doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t engage and just kneels by you so he can restock. he knocks into you on “accident” and you look down to see him glancing up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. he nods toward the bar and you know he’s asking about the guy, so you just shrug and finish the drink. you turn, ready to get rid of your admirer, and seonghwa listens on discreetly.

“hope you enjoy the party, you’re all good to go,” you say quickly, placing a napkin down before slamming the drink in front of him.

“i don’t know, i think i might just make my place right here,” he replies, taking a healthy gulp of the drink. “i’m gonna need a lot more of these, sweet thing, so you better get used to me.”

“she said you’re good to go,” seonghwa chimes in, standing up. “enjoy the drink man.”

“you her bodyguard or something?”

“no, but it looks like your party is getting started so i’d recommend you head back over there big guy,” seonghwa says very calmly, and you’re a little startled at the silent rage you can feel radiating off of him. you watch as the man stares seonghwa down, but he holds his ground and the man just downs his drink and walks away. seonghwa looks to the side, catching your eye.

“my knight in shining armor,” you sigh, putting your hand on his arm. you can feel the muscle flexing under his sleeve, and you have to keep yourself from squeezing it to admire how strong he is. you just let him go instead, but as you try to step away he softly grabs your wrist. you look down at where you’re connected, and back up to his eyes boring into you. he uses his hold on you to pull you a little closer, and his lips just barely graze your ear as he speaks.

“after shift. my apartment.”

and then he’s gone, detached from your side and suddenly very interested in wiping down the bar. you try to catch his eye, to find him staring at you cheekily again, but now it’s like you don’t even exist. you decide to let him play whatever game he thinks he’s playing, but you’re gonna do your best to play along. what’s wooyoung doing on his break, you wonder?

since it’s a little slow right now, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. seonghwa watches you intently as you walk away, but he doesn’t think anything of it. he surely doesn’t assume that you’re about to go find wooyoung and ask him about that date. it isn’t until he realizes you’ve been gone much longer than a bathroom break that seonghwa starts to worry, so he shoots you a quick text, telling you it’s picking up again and he needs you up front, which isn’t wrong. you respond with a quick ‘k’ and then you’re emerging from the kitchen, a cheeky smile gracing your lips that you’re failing to hide.

“what took you so long?” seonghwa grumbles as you pass behind him and you shrug.

“just needed a break after talking to mr. greasebag,” you reply. “thanks for getting rid of him by the way.”

“don’t mention it,” seonghwa brushes it off. “he was bothering me too.”

“really?” you ask, surprised. “how?”

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” he says, and then a customer pulls him away, leaving you unsure of how to take that sweet sentiment.

your shift carries on, a steady stream of people coming up to the bar so that you’re not overwhelmed but you don’t get another still moment until the party is almost over. you’re actually thrilled you won’t be working the dinner shift after this, because now you’re exhausted. you and seonghwa go about resetting the bar for the next bartenders, and you smile when you see wooyoung emerge from the kitchen.

“what are you doing up here?” seonghwa asks.

“aw, not happy to see me?” wooyoung pouts, and you can’t help but giggle at the way seonghwa glares back at him. “don’t need you though, i’m here for y/n.”

“yeah, just gimme a sec,” you tell him, and he nods before leaning against the bar to watch you work. you start to pass by seonghwa to clean the mats in your hands, but a firm grip on your arm stops you cold.

“i thought i said to tell him no,” he all but growls in your ear, and you can’t contain your smirk as you reply.

“yeah, but there were no rules for what to do if i asked him out,” you say simply, and you turn around to get back to work, leaving seonghwa steaming behind you. he goes back to work, watching as wooyoung leans over the bar to giggle about something with you. when he sits back down, seonghwa joins you at the sink, politely gesturing for the spray nozzle so he can get the gross bits out of the container in his hand. you let him have space next to you, and he starts rinsing out the bin but angles it just so and sprays water all over you.

“oops,” he frowns, glancing over your soaking shirt. “shame.”

“seonghwa? what the fuck?!” you shriek. “i can’t go out like this!”

“what’d you do man?” wooyoung asks from behind you, but he’s out of both your minds by now.

“cmon, i have an extra shirt in my locker,” seonghwa says as he guides you by the hip. he looks over to wooyoung and says, “she’ll go out with you another night kid.”

“i could help her-”

“wooyoung,” you hiss, looking at him and trying to send a signal that the plan worked. he looks confused for a second, then it clicks. you wanted to rile seonghwa up the whole time, and that’s obviously worked, so wooyoung’s job here is done. he watches on proudly as seonghwa leads you to the back, and once he has you by the lockers you shrug him off.

“ah, don’t be a baby,” seonghwa chides. “you set this up.”

“did not.”

“did too!”

“whatever,” you sigh while seonghwa shuffles in his locker. “just give me your shirt so i can go home. i need to wash this shit off me now.”

“no?” seonghwa says, standing as he hands you the shirt. he leans in closer to you as he speaks. “did you forget? you’re coming with me, kitten. now go change so we can leave without your nipples saying hi to everyone in the restaurant.”

the ride to seonghwa’s apartment was tense, mostly because he was trying to act like he’s not currently taking you home to rock your shit while that’s all you can think about. seonghwa was asking you about this new album by an artist you like, then he told you about a restaurant he tried that just opened by his house. meanwhile, you’re carefully watching the way his hand grips the steering wheel, or trying hard not to notice how nice his thighs look as he drives.

“stop doing that,” seonghwa finally says, and your eyes snap to his face, your cheeks warm knowing that you got caught staring.

“stop doing what?”

“looking at me like you wanna fuck me.”

“but i do, that’s why i’m here.”

“yeah, but stop doing it,” he says sternly. “at least while i’m driving. it’s distracting. makes me wanna pull over and have my way with you right here.”

“i’m not opposed,” you start to say, and seonghwa’s hand falls to your thigh, giving it a warning squeeze.

“no,” he replies. “behave, it’s just a few more minutes.”

“you’re mean,” you mumble, slumping further into your seat.

“you like it,” he says with a smirk, and that finally shuts you up. seonghwa’s smile grows but he tries to hide it as he takes the turn for his street. you’ve never been to his place before, but just from friendly talk at work you always knew he lived on this side of town. it’s nice, you think. very clean cut neighborhood, a modern looking building that seonghwa stops in front of. it’s all very him, sleek and strong and nice to look at. the feeling of seonghwa’s hand leaving your thigh pulls you from your thoughts, and then he’s coming around to your side of the car to help you out. he keeps an arm around you as you walk into the building, on the elevator, and down the hall to his apartment. once the door’s open and he welcomes you inside, you’re met with a sight and a scent that reminds you of home. it envelopes you at the door and you take a deep breath, letting it out in a yelp when seonghwa surprises you with a kiss to your neck. “what are you doing?” he asks, continuing to kiss along your skin.

“smells nice in here,” you hum, “just admiring that i’m about to sleep with a guy that knows how to keep a clean apartment.”

“y/n please tell me you don’t usually fuck losers with stinky houses,” he says, pulling back from you slightly.

“don’t say it like that,” you laugh, turning to look at him. he lets his arms drape around your waist, caging you against him. you rest your hands on his chest as you continue. “you know how hard it’s been for me to find a man.”

“good thing i’m right here,” he says with a smug smile, and you have to ignore the weird way your heart jumps at his words.

“so,” you say as you play with a spot on his shirt.

“so.”

“what are your rules?”

“hm,” he thinks for a moment. “go lay down on the bed, shirt off.”

“dang, you’re copying me now?” you tease, and a quick pinch to your ass sets you in motion. you pull back from seonghwa and ask, “where’s your room, boss man?”

“on the left,” he replies. “get comfortable.”

you take your time walking to his room, waiting until you’ve disappeared down the hall to pull your (seonghwa’s) shirt off and drop it on the floor outside what you assume is his room. you walk inside and that’s immediately confirmed by the clean bed, the tidy shelves with all of his collectibles you’ve heard about, and the smell. it smells like seonghwa, and you wander around the room, taking it in but also looking for the source of the sweet, fresh scent that follows him everywhere. you find some lotion and sprays over by his closet, and you’re caught snooping when seonghwa appears in the doorway. you hear him scoff, and you look up with his lotion in your hand.

“is this what you’ve been using lately?” you ask, and he nods.

“ok, i know i told you to get comfortable, but this isn’t what i meant,” he chuckles, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “at least you took your shirt off, you can sort of follow directions.”

“i’m working on it,” you assure him, and he pulls you closer to his body roughly. you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and you take in a breath at the touch.

“since you can’t do what i ask the first time, i’m changing my rules a little bit,” he whispers gravely into your ear. “lay down on the bed. now.” you do as he says, skin warming at the dark way seonghwa’s staring at you. you can tell something in him has changed, and you’re excited to see this side of him. he slowly takes his shirt off before joining you, climbing over you until his arms are beside your head and his bulge is level with your core. he quickly traps your lips in a kiss, one of his hands carding through your hair to clear it from your face completely. you easily fall into a rhythm, brushing your hands over his cheeks to cup his face above you as he explores your mouth. kissing him is nice, his lips are so soft and he’s so ready to devour you. you haven’t felt wanted like this in a long time, but the more you’re with seonghwa the more confident you feel.

“hey,” you say when he pulls away to take a breath. “you’re good at that.”

“what, making out?” he smiles, and you nod. you kiss him again, but he pulls away again. “i like when you tell me what i’m good at. say more stuff.”

“you’re good at driving me insane,” you start off.

“really? good or bad thing?”

“yes,” you reply, and he buries his face in your neck as laughs. “i like it though. like today at work, you were driving me crazy. but honestly? since you kissed me in the cooler i’ve been all tingly. you’re good at that too, making me feel things i’ve never felt before.” seonghwa places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up.

“ok, speaking of,” he starts. “i want to try something. i’ve done it before but i’m not sure if you have, and if you don’t like it, just tell me, i’ll stop, it won’t bother me-”

“hwa,” you cut him off. “just say it, i trust you.”

“can i tie you up?” he asks finally. “keep you from touching what’s not yours.”

“yeah, you can,” you whisper, your heartbeat picking up at the thought. seonghwa pecks you softly before getting up, heading to his closet to grab something from the top shelf. his hand emerges with silk restraints, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“need you naked first,” he says, and you wait for him to make another move, but he just stays watching you. “y/n?” he asks darkly, “said i need you naked. are you that bad at doing what i say?”

“no,” you reply shyly, making quick work of your pants and the final few garments left on your body. when you take your panties off you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your pussy. it’s so wet that seonghwa can see it glistening from where he stands, and you watch as he literally licks his lips while he checks you out. once you’re fully undressed, you sit with your hands in your lap, waiting for seonghwa to tell you what to do next.

“can i tie your arms together?” he asks, and you nod. “what about your legs? can i tie them to the bed, or is that too much?”

“you’re kinky,” you say with an excited smile, and seonghwa blushes. “do whatever you want with me, if it’s too much i’ll tell you.”

“ok,” he says sweetly, and then he gets to work. he helps you lay down, starting with your arms. “hold them out for me, wrists together.” you do as he says, and he coos, “good girl.” he starts by wrapping the silk around your wrists a few times, checking the tightness before he moves to attach the silk to his headboard. once everything is secure, he kisses down your arms, over your shoulder, across your collarbone. he stops right below your chin to suck a love bite onto your skin, pulling away with your skin still trapped between his teeth. you mewl at the feeling, and he kisses further down your body, kissing down the valley of your chest and further down to your core. he ignores where you need him most, instead kissing down the inside of your thighs. he sits up again, pulling more silk from the end of the bed. “spread your legs for me,” he instructs, and you do as he says. he takes your right ankle in his hand, carefully wrapping it like he did with your wrists. he gets off the bed then, taking care to tie your restraint to the bed frame. he crosses the bed and does the same with your left leg, tugging just slightly to get you to open up for him more. once he’s satisfied with his work, he steps back and admires you all splayed out for him. he’s standing there too long for your liking, so you squirm, and he tsks. “can’t be patient? i’m enjoying the view.”

“it’s better up close,” you tell him. “promise.”

“is it?” he asks, and you nod as he climbs back onto the bed. he stops at your core, staring up at you from between your legs. you’re watching his every move, and with his eyes locked onto yours, he blows directly on your cunt, causing you to squirm again, but the ties hold you in place. you whimper, and seonghwa smiles like the devil himself. “what’s wrong?” he asks in mock concern, and you whine again. “use your words.”

“eat me out,” you beg.

“that’s all you wanted?” he asks, and you nod frantically. “don’t come until i tell you to,” he warns, and then he’s diving in. he latches onto your clit, sucking on it harshly and making you cry out. he licks down to your entrance, groaning at the taste, and he slips his tongue in to gather more of your arousal. he pulls back, licking his lips before he says, “how have i gone this long without tasting your pussy? it’s divine.”

“divine?” you laugh, but seonghwa’s tongue back on your clit quiets the rest of your smart remark.

“you’re cocky for someone tied up and at my mercy right now,” he says into your cunt, and the vibration sends a jolt through your core. “mm, i love how you react to me.”

“and how is that?”

“like no one’s touched you like this before,” he says before he spreads your lips and finds your entrance again. he loves the taste of you, alternating between playing with your hole and kitten licking your bundle of nerves. soon you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, and before you know it, seonghwa’s pulling back from you completely.

“what, i-”

“i said you can’t come until i say,” he reminds you, and you let out a pathetic sound. “don’t whine, it’ll feel better in the end. are you still good though?”

“i’d be better if you let me come-”

“you talk too much,” he shakes his head, kneeling between your legs as he finishes undressing himself. he stands at the foot of the bed to kick his pants and his boxers off, stroking himself as he admires you before him, chest rising and falling rapidly and core dripping in the most sinful way possible. he walks to the side of the bed, cock still in his hand, and when he reaches your head he simply says, “suck.”

you turn to the side and open your mouth, welcoming him in as seonghwa leans against the bed to bury his cock down your throat. he groans at the familiar warmth, and you didn’t realize how badly you wanted this too. you try your best to bob on his cock, but all you can really do is hollow your cheeks and let seonghwa fuck your throat. you do your best to watch him above you, core clenching at the way he’s falling apart. he looks down and catches your eye, and he gets an idea. he leans down over you so that his hand can reach your clit, and he starts rubbing harsh circles over it as you work on his cock.

“keep your eyes on me,” he says, and you try to look up at him as best you can. “there she is. need to know when you’re close, keep watching me baby.” you moan at his words, jaw falling slack as his speed picks up on your clit. he slips out of your mouth, saliva and precum dribbling on your lips. his cock falls to your cheek, further making a mess of you, and seonghwa moans as he watches on in awe. he takes his free hand and uses it to guide his cock across your cheek, your tongue out to catch him, but he just makes a mess of you instead, his hand dipping down to your entrance to fuck two fingers into your core. “you look so good like this baby. i like it messy.”

“i’m,” you gasp, “i’m gonna come.” and then his hands are pulled from you completely, and he steps back from the bed altogether. you whine, arms tugging at your restraints to reach for him or to go to your core and finish what seonghwa started. he just chuckles at you struggling, reaching into his nightstand for a condom.

“i would ask you to put this on for me,” he says before tearing the package with his teeth, “but you’re a little tied up right now.”

“is that supposed to be funny,” you groan, mouth watering at the way seonghwa strokes himself before rolling the condom down his length. he finally lays on top of you again, and he kisses you deeply. your hands tug again, wishing you could run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, because he still feels so far away. you jolt in sensitivity feeling his cock at your entrance, and you let out a silent scream as he sheathes himself inside you.

“oh fuck baby,” he groans. “forgot how warm you are. shit.”

“you feel so good seonghwa. fit inside me so well.”

“like i was made for you,” he says, and you moan his name, causing a shiver to run down his spine. he slowly starts to build his pace, thrusting all the way out and all the way back in, but your restraints are so tight they hold you in place. seonghwa’s hand finds your clit again, and your legs start to go numb as he draws his name into your mound. you try to kick out, trying to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, but he’s always a step ahead of you, pulling out and leaving his hand on your waist as you gasp for air.

“please, seonghwa,” you beg, tears starting to form in your eyes. “i can’t take it, i need to come. please let me come, please. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

“you’ve done well,” he nods. “but you can take one more.”

“no i can’t!” you cry, and he shakes his head.

“you can and you will,” and then he’s reaching back down to your core, slapping against your clit and watching gleefully as you jerk with the contact. when he stops, he dips his fingers back to your core, easily sliding three digits in. he scissors you slowly, stretching you for his cock once more, and he pulls at that soft spot inside you just right. you’re crying out, so close to the edge, if he would just press a little harder-

and then he’s pulling back from you again, your entire body shaking, arms and legs thrashing against your ties. tears are streaming down your face and you look at seonghwa, dried spit and precum on your cheeks. he could come just at the sight of you, but he decides you’ve had enough and fucks into you again. his pace this time is relentless, close to his own release. he doesn’t bother with your clit this time, knowing by the way you’re helplessly begging please over and over again that you won’t need much to fall of the edge this time. he tugs your chin up, silently asking you to look at him, and you admire the sweat dripping down his forehead and the way he looks at you like you own the world. you smile slightly through your tears, and seonghwa squeezes your chin in his hand.

“please,” you whisper, voice teary and eyes blurry. you watch a soft smile take over seonghwa’s features briefly before that dark look returns to his eyes.

“come with me baby,” he says. “come with me, now, you can do it, keep watching me-” and then you’re crying out, pussy spasming over his cock as he buries his load in the condom. your entire body is shaking, hands and feet going numb at the sensation. seonghwa stops moving, but you’re jerking with the aftershock of your orgasm, and he stills on top of you to give you time to come down. you remember feeling him pull out of you, and you remember the soft kisses he placed to your forehead as he untied your limbs, but after that you just remember feeling warm and at peace as you drifted off to sleep.

when you wake up the next day, your first thought is that you’re home in your bed. but a slight shift in your posture tells you you’re not alone, seonghwa’s long limbs tangled with yours under his plush blanket. your face warms as you remember what you did last night, and then your chest warms as you feel seonghwa’s arms pull you closer into his chest.

“morning,” he grumbles into the back of your neck. “how’d you sleep?”

“fine,” you start. “but i feel like i’m wearing the world’s largest backpack right now.”

“hm, too bad,” he sighs, holding you even tighter. “‘m tired.”

“go back to sleep,” you tell him, reaching for the top of the comforter to peel it away from your body. seonghwa’s hand comes out quickly to stop you, softly trapping you in his embrace under the covers.

“if i go back to sleep then so do you,” he says. “i owe you breakfast, so you have to stay.”

“no you don’t-”

“don’t argue,” he says before yawning. he stills again, and you think he’s drifted off when he speaks again. “you’re not gonna go back to sleep are you?”

“no,” you laugh, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your bare shoulder.

“fine,” he groans, untangling from you and laying on his back. you roll over to watch him, eyes following the way his muscles twist and contract as he sits up to stretch. “what do you want to eat?”

“french toast,” you reply immediately, and seonghwa smiles. “and coffee.”

“coffee i have, french toast i’ll have to order,” he says as he reaches for his phone.

“do you mind if i go make some then?” you ask, and he looks at you skeptically.

“you’re not trying to dip out on me are you?” he asks warily, and you smile.

“i’ll bring this with me to prove i’m coming back,” you say as you stand up, gripping the comforter around yourself to combat the cold of seonghwa’s apartment. “want me to turn the heat on?”

“please,” seonghwa begs. “my nipples are so hard they’re gonna freeze and fall off.”

“sexy,” you laugh as you look for some slippers or something to keep your feet warm before you leave. seonghwa watches on fondly while you shuffle around his room ridiculously. “so coffee?”

“i would tell you to make yourself at home but you’re good at doing that already,” he says. “everything you need is in the cabinet above the coffee maker, just yell if you need something.”

“gotcha,” you say as you slide yourself into the hallway, the comforter trailing behind you like a cape. seonghwa feels some type of way seeing you so comfortable in his space, using his things like your own. he tries to shake that feeling as he scrolls on his phone for the right restaurant.

meanwhile, you’re nosing around in his kitchen. you found the coffee easily enough, but you got bored as you waited for it to brew. you start looking around his kitchen, noting the kind of snacks he has, counting up all the things he’s stolen from the restaurant (he has more than you do, which is impressive). you find yourself staring at what’s on his fridge, a collection of magnets from places he must have visited mixed in with some silly pop culture ones. you notice a little calendar too, and you realize quickly it’s got his work schedule on it. no, you don’t have his schedule memorized, but you do remember how often you see him in a week, so. shut up. but as you’re looking, you notice something else. on the days that he’s marked as working, every once in a while there’s a little star drawn down in the corner too. you wonder what that could mean when you hear seonghwa clearing his throat behind you.

“food should be here in 30 minutes,” he says simply, an eyebrow quirked as he watches you back away from his fridge like you totally weren’t just reading his personal calendar. then you notice that he’s fully dressed, sweats and a comfy sweater, and a chill runs down your spine.

“hey, you took away my favorite view,” you pout, and he chuckles as he walks up to you, holding out a pile of clothes. “these aren’t mine.”

“i know,” he says. “you came in your uniform, remember? the one i soaked?”

“cheeky.”

“it’s in the wash right now,” he says, ignoring you and pushing the clothes into your hands. “go change into this so you’ll stop shivering, you can change into your uniform when you leave for work. it should be done by then.”

“you want me to stay all day?” you ask, your heart picking up speed as you take the clothes from hwa.

“well, i mean, we woke up pretty late,” he starts, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment. “so it won’t be that long, i just, i figured that’s how long it would take for your uniform to dry. that’s all.”

“take a breath, hwa,” you laugh, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. “if i’m staying all day then i’m making you watch that show i told you about.”

“that’s fine,” he nods, and you start walking toward his room. “put my comforter back properly, please.”

“so bossy,” you call over your shoulder, and then you’re back in his room to change. the clothes he gave you are warm, did he toss them in the dryer? either way, you slide them on and then get to work making the bed. once you’re satisfied, or you at least think seonghwa would be satisfied, you head back to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. you find seonghwa leaning against the counter, and when he sees you dressed head to toe in his clothes he can’t help but smile. he’s been trying hard to figure out what it is that he feels for you, and the longer you stay here the more complicated his thoughts are getting.

“i didn’t know how you take your coffee,” seonghwa tells you, gesturing to the mug of coffee he poured for you. he’s got creamer and sugar out next to it, but you take the warm cup and take a sip before deciding what to add.

“do you have cinnamon?” you ask, and he thinks for a moment before he puts his mug down and turns to one of his cabinets. after messing around in there for a few seconds, he finds a measly container of cinnamon and passes it to you gently.

“can i say something?” he asks out of the blue, and you nod, encouraging him to continue as you stir your coffee. “you look hot in my clothes.”

“oh,” you cough, the sip you were in the middle of taking going down the wrong way. seonghwa rushes to your side, patting your back to help clear your throat. “thanks?”

“sorry if that was weird, i just-”

“what are we, seonghwa?” you ask, and he stops cold. “like, i don’t wanna go there, but i think we have to, right? i mean, you’ve been looking at me weird all morning, and i’ve been feeling things i don’t understand, and i know we like to fuck but...should it be more than that?”

“do you want it to be more than that?” he asks, and now you’re not sure what to say. “because, honestly, i’d be willing to try.”

“oh,” you squeak out. “al-alright.”

“alright?” he laughs. “that’s it? what do you want from this? no judgement, i swear.”

“what are those little stars for on your calendar?” you ask instead, and seonghwa’s face turns a precious shade of red.

“um, that’s for the days that we work together,” he answers, and you’re sure your face is so red it matches his now. “not sure why, but i look forward to those shifts for some reason.”

“hm, wonder why,” you say with a shy smile, sipping from your coffee to hide it. but seonghwa is still watching you, and you start again. “so you want to try...? try what exactly?”

“well, a lot of things,” he says suggestively, and you roll your eyes. “with you, obviously. but among them i think, maybe, a date?”

“that would be nice,” you agree, and seonghwa smiles proudly.

“noted,” he nods. “i’ll think of something nice.”

“can’t wait.”

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wine red, tears gold - chapter 7, end.

king aegon II x baratheon ofc

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this is the end! i know i said 2 more chapters after the last, but i really couldn't stretch this into two without losing -- it is hopefully a good ending and does justice for both lyanna and aegon. only one song choice for this chapter as i feel like it encapsulates their relationship to a tee and i've been waiting to use it. even if it isn't you type of music, i'd really recommend reading the lyrics to see what i mean! thank you for following along on this journey with me, this was my first time writing aegon and again, i hope i've done him justice. i enjoyed exploring his complex character immensely and i hope you all enjoyed reading him. enjoy. ❤️ please feel free to leave any aegon requests in my inbox, this won't be the last time i write him, i promise!

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content: smut (specifics below cut), canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn, infidelity, child loss

one day the only butterflies left will be in your chest as you march towards your death - bring me the horizon & amy lee

warnings: p in v

There were few things Lyanna really preferred about King’s Landing over Storm’s End– it smelled of shit and was riddled with vipers, whereas Storm’s End was full of boarish, thick skulled men with blades in place of their brains, less akin to use diplomacy to settle matters but rather their axes.

King’s Landing diplomacy was the same in a way, except without axes and with barbed tongues, dripping venom behind each carefully placed word. It was a task in itself to keep sane with the amount of people who tried to get something from her– kissing her hands, sending her beautiful dresses, exotic fruits and honeyed words.

‘Sign this, your grace.’

‘May I possibly have this, your grace.’

‘In exchange, your grace, please, provide us this.’

It was tiring. Soul suckingly so. Some days she felt akin to a lemon with its juices sucked out, nothing left but the skin and seeds and pulp, rotting in the sun. But, she supposed, there was one thing she did like about King’s Landing.

The sun.

It was resplendent here, unyielding in its warmth and caress over the gentle waves of the bay, orange and yellow tinge lighting up the horizon. She awoke in the morn, scantily clad, walking to her open balcony– but not quite walking out onto the landing– and basking in the sun like a fat cat, moving with the sun as it made its journey over the sky.

Sometimes Aegon was there, too, following along at her heels like a lost puppy. It was the norm nowadays, over eleven moons since her miscarriage, since Aegon’s confession, since his will to turn over a new leaf. Where Lyanna went, Aegon followed. She held him like a child each night, and they would curl into one another– but they had yet to couple since the miscarriage, both of them maintaining a dry spell for the better part of a year.

It was a test, in a way, for Aegon. He had denounced spirits and whores and all manner of sinful things, hardly gracing his own chambers anymore, preferring Lyanna’s. But, Aegon was a creature of habit, and always needed something to have, to obsess over as his own. Lyanna was part of that thing, but she kept him at an arm’s length emotionally, partaking in only the need for closeness with him in their bed, skin to skin– but never anything beyond it. Soft caresses, arms held together, one tucked into the other. They didn’t exchange many words during these times, only gentle sighs and hums of contentment, or nudges of discomfort if one’s elbow was poking into the other’s ribs.

The other thing Aegon had succumbed to was food– he replaced his daily intake of alcohol with food, and filled out quite nicely in turn. Before, he’d been a scrawny thing, the bulk of his daily caloric intake being just alcohol, and the calories burned off in succession with his rigorous trips to the brothel. But now, he ate three meals, each of them with Lyanna, except for breakfast. Breakfast was still reserved only for Alicent, Lyanna and Jaehaera– Aegon would eat in solitude quickly and wait outside of Alicent’s solar, waiting for Lyanna. Where he had shown ribs before, he had gained some mass, filling in his clothes.

Lyanna quite liked him this way, soft and plush– he was nice to lay upon.

She knew that he still had needs, as a man, and the time he’d gone without a woman, only using his own fist for pleasure, was certainly long. She was proud of him, in a way, that he overcame his baser instincts to try and better himself.

But, she felt guilty as well. He would try to make advances, of course, a gentle touch to her bare thigh, a kiss to her neck, an accidental brush to her nipple– all ways that were increasingly enticing for her. She just wasn’t ready, and she made him know that and respect it.

This usually ended in him sulking to the privy with his tail between his legs, more likely than not to take himself in his fist.

And so it was, for those months. But a whole year passed since Aeron’s passing– the winds were changing.

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“The council meeting is adjourned, unless anyone has anything to say otherwise.” Lyanna spoke, adjusting her rings absentmindedly.

Otto Hightower spoke up, clearing his throat. His hair had gone gray in the year’s time, and he was getting on in age– the war in previous years had taken its toll on every surviving member of the family in their own ways, and Otto had been the most adept at hiding it, until it became too much to hide. The previous week, he had been walking the corridors at an ungodly hour, looking for Helaena. His mind was turning against him. “The matter… of succession, your grace. The king should name his heir sooner than later, little Jaehaerys is nearing ten years of age, and is unbetrothed. Mayhaps… we should propose a betrothal to Rhaenyra’s daughter, Visenya.”

The council looked at Otto, their eyes wide. No one breathed, nor said a word; they didn’t know how to deal with such a thing, as Otto was usually the one who dealt with it– his mind, once as sharp as a whip, was now a dulled leather belt.

Lyanna glanced at Aegon nervously, who sat up in his chair at the mention of Jaehaerys. “Grandsire,” he began, “That is… a splendid idea. I shall send a raven on the morrow to Rhaenyra upon Dragonstone.”

Otto, in his addled wits, had become fond of Aegon. The old man smiled, nodding. “Good, my boy. Very good. I have no more contestment– I do believe it’s high noon, Aemond and Ser Cole will be in the training yard, so I must depart.”

Lyanna frowned, watching as Otto left. In a way, she felt him losing his mind was a fitting punishment for his culpability in the war. And yet, it pained her to see him so… lost. Like a kite with no strings, floating upon the breeze until it inevitably hits the ground.

As Otto left, one of the other lords spoke up. “The Hand… does bring a good point, your grace. The matter of succession is still undecided. The… tragedy of the first babe leaves the realm waiting.”

Lyanna opened her mouth to speak, but Aegon cut her off, leaning forward in his chair. His hair had grown much longer now, past his shoulders in white curls, moving with him as he steepled his hands on the table. “The first babe has a name, Lord Wylde. Aeron, is his name, and you shall address my son as such when speaking of him,” he snapped. “The queen is still recovering from the traumatic ordeal of his birth, and we shall give her the time that she needs. Anyone who speaks a word more of succession shall lose their tongue. My patience for this council’s schemes has ran out. Consider this the only warning.” Aegon pushed off from his chair, snatching his Sunfyre colored ball and stashing it in his pocket. “Council dismissed.”

Lyanna watched as the lords rushed out of the room hurriedly, each one bowing their head in subservience to the King and Queen. Soon enough, it was just the two of them left. She didn’t speak a word, watching as Aegon paced, his hand twitching. He glanced at Lyanna a few times before walking to her and pulling out her chair. “My lady,” he muttered, his voice somewhat faraway.

She straightened out her dress, standing up. “Thank you,” she responded, looking up at him. His face was much clearer now, not addled by dark circles under his eyes, nor the constant blush of intoxication. But his eyes themselves were still tired, still haunted. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, reaching out her hand to grasp his. “For dispatching Lord Wylde.”

Aegon huffed, squeezing his wife’s hand. “I wish they would give it up– as if this whole situation wasn’t the cause of the war in the first place. Blind fucking idiots,” he grumbled, a calloused thumb wafting over her palm. In lieu of going to the brothels, he often would take out Sunfyre for flights, sometimes up to three or four times a day, his hands calloused and blistered from climbing up and down the saddle.

Lyanna inspected his hand, delicate finger tracing over the blisters– some fresh. “You must wear gloves, Aegon,” she chastised softly, “Your hands have become so rough.”

“I don’t like gloves, you know that,” he snorted. “They ruin the experience, can’t reach out and touch my boy’s scales, really feel them, with gloves on, now can I?”

Rolling her eyes, she dropped Aegon’s hand from her own. “I suppose not,” she contended, leaning back against the council table. She looked him up and down, her heart still feeling a bit tender from how gallantly he came to Aeron’s defense. The sun shined from the open balcony windows, illuminating his longer curls, and the rubies upon the Conqueror’s crown. His figure was solid, casting a shadow that could only be described as kingly. Lyanna blinked profusely, feeling a long locked away sensation bubble in her stomach, a heat coming to her face.

“What?” he asked, staring right at her. He had become so attuned to her, as they practically were fused to the hip at every waking moment.

“N-nothing,” she murmured, looking away. If he looked into her eyes, he would see exactly what she was feeling. Desire.

He stepped forward, a hand under her chin as he tipped her head up to face him. Their gazes locked and it only took a moment for him to flash her that dazzling, aggravating, lovely smile. “Do you like my hands soft?”

“... yes.”

His calloused palm rested completely under her jaw now, thumb and forefinger encapsulating her as he tried to eke out the secret she was hiding. “Why is that?”

“Aegon– don’t tease me.” she mumbled, eyes darting everywhere but upon his face.

“I’m not teasing, merely asking,” he got closer, the smug aura bleeding off of him like a sickly perfume. “Why so bashful, my queen?”

She felt her heart in her throat at their close proximity. They were close at night, even closer than this, but the energy charged around them was… different. It was something that they hadn’t experienced in a long time. Her mind went to how rough their last time had been together, how he fucked her like he hated her, like he hated himself– she didn’t want that now. She wanted… something different. She had to take control now and reel him in, if this was truly going to happen. “You’re teasing,” Lyanna hummed, the mood shifting as she leaned forward, grasping him by the collar of his doublet and pulling him to her. Her knee rested upon his clothed crotch in a testing manner. “Or, am I?”

His entire demeanor changed then, his hand falling from her jaw to rest on her arm. His hunched shoulders slumped as he pressed into her knee, his arousal becoming quite clear. “Y-you are,” he whispered, “my queen.” Aegon’s lip pouted slightly.

Pulling him downward then, their lips met for the first time in almost a year. It wasn’t aggressive or dominant like before– it was slow and meticulous, as if they were getting used to one another again. He tasted like orange, which he had been snacking on before the meeting. She tasted like lavender tea… it was all so familiar, yet distant. Lyanna’s idea of control slowly faded as they both surrendered to one another, tongues tasting and dancing as if they had all of the time in the world. They were both at each other’s mercy, both gentle as they undressed each other– as much as they could in the council room, anyhow. Lyanna unbuckled his trousers, sliding them down and grabbing a handful of his bottom, which was fleshy and pert now. His hands pulled down her bodice and squeezed at her breasts softly, rolling a nipple between his middle and forefinger.

It didn’t take much time for Aegon to ruck up her skirts and sink himself into her, slowly. Their mouths parted, still ghosting over one another as they drank in moans and whimpers as he bottomed out. It was still a tight squeeze and a wonderfully intense stretch. They didn’t need to speak, they didn’t want to– both were enjoying one another’s noises; Aegon’s heavy panting, coupled with Lyanna’s breathy moans into his ear.

They found solace and comfort, truly, for the first time in their marriage. It wasn’t fucking out of duty, nor jealousy, nor hatred. It was… love. It was because they wanted to, because they both wanted one another.

Because they both loved each other.

They’d never said it before, but the inkling of it had begun a few months before. Lyanna’s heart clenched as she stared into Aegon’s eyes, wide and violet, so full of devotion as he thrusted into her. It was on the precipice of both of their tongues– something that would change everything.

“I love you,” Lyanna whispered.

“I love you,” Aegon responded.

It wasn’t a perfect relationship by any means, and was difficult at best. They could never fix each other’s scars, never mend the broken, never resurrect the dead– but, in that moment, as they truly made love for the first time, it became more bearable.

Isn’t that all that anyone could ask for?

–

Another two years in Westeros passed. The sun was still shining brightly over the horizon, pouring through the glass windows atop the throne room. Hundreds were gathered in the masses from all over the continent.

Otto had stepped down as Hand and taken a backseat to politics– he wasn’t in the present at all any longer, muttering of the past and beyond, and stayed near his daughter in a wheeled chair, blanket over his legs.

Alicent had trimmed her hair short and stopped wearing green, rather, matching Lyanna’s choices of gold and white.

Jaehaera stood next to her father, dressed in blue and white, like her mother always wore.

Aegon didn’t sit on the throne, but stood in front of it, hand on the small of Lyanna’s back.

Lyanna pressed close to Aegon and Jaehaera, holding a babbling one year old upon her hip with one arm. A son– named Rhaenor, who had a head of white curls, and deep brown eyes. Her other hand was caressed on her stomach, which was swollen once again with child.

“I’d like to thank you all for gathering here today,” Aegon started, his voice booming through the throne room, silencing any chatter. “There has been some speculation on when the queen and I would formally name our heir. I won’t keep the realm waiting any longer. I, Aegon of House Targaryen, second of my name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm– formally name my heir,” he paused for a moment, ever basking in the moment. “Jaehaera Targaryen will succeed me as the ruler of the realm.”

There were whispers in the crowd but they were once again silenced. “We shall not repeat the errors of the past. My word and decree now is just and binding, not to be rescinded. My son, Rhaenor, will not succeed me, nor any other sons or children of mine. Jaehaera Targaryen is my heir.”

–

Jaehaera Targaryen succeeded Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, after he abdicated the crown at age sixty-two, focusing on helping dragons make a return after the near decimation of them from the Dance. He, with the help of his son Rhaenor, hatched five dragon eggs upon the Dragonmount, saving them from near extinction.

Aegon passed in his sleep at age eighty-five, surrounded by his five children and dozen grandchildren, as well as his fiercely loyal wife, Lyanna.

Lyanna passed one moon after Aegon.

Her dreams became real– she was young again, toes dipped in the pond with Aeron next to her, and Aegon next to him.

A few more figures approached from the darkness near the edges of the pond, white haired and violet eyed.

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ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɪɴ

Din Djarin x Teen!Reader

SUMMARY: When meeting up with a slaver who had information on where Gideon may have taken Grogu, Din comes across a peculiar little slave.

WARNINGS: Slave!reader, Fem!Reader, Teen!reader, soft!Mando, angst (A LOT), fluff, cuteness!!!, mature language, typical violence, dad!Din, trauma and all the bad things that come with slavery @.@

~ There is ONE 鬼滅の刃 (Demon Slayer) reference in this.

WORDCOUNT: 1.5K

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Big, shiny armour was all you could see as you opened the door.

You silently gasp at how tall your new visitor is, taking a few careful steps back. The strange man in the helmet tilts his head to the side, taking recognition of your much, much smaller form.

After a moment’s silence he nods his head once, before carefully stepping around, in such a gentle manner it has you dumbstruck. If it had been any other one of your master’s friends they would have pushed you into the wall laughing as they stumbled in.

Weird...

“Aaah! Mando!” Exclaims your master. Maker, you could just gag at his sickly voice.

“Dru,” Mando greets.

Your Jablogian master hobbles over to this Mando guy, his thick double chin bobbing up and down as he stumbled across the hall.

“Have you brought the money?” Dru seethes, freckles of saliva spraying from his mouth as he spoke.

The Mando nods his head and places a pouch of what you could only assume were creds, into his rough hand.

“Aaah, very good, very good, now come, let us eat and talk about your little green womprat” He suggests, clapping his hands twice. Your breath hitches momentarily as you rush to your masters side. “Get us something to eat.” He snarls, shoving you into the kitchen.

You stumble in and fall with an oomph. Quickly you force yourself up. Master did NOT like to wait. Grabbing a cutting board and knife you begin slicing a few fruits into small shapes, Just the way master liked it. You slide the fruits off of the wooden cutting board and into a rather big bowl, sprinkling some orange and lemon juice on top of it, for extra flavour. To finish off you pour two glasses of red wine before walking out.

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You gently place the tray of food and wine on the small table before your master and ‘The Mando’ The Mando quickly thanks you in a timid voice, but does not make a move to grab anything to eat.

Weird...

“Took you long enough!” Dru practically yells, snatching a piece of fruit and shoving it in his mouth.

The Mando menacingly cocks his head to the side, staring at Dru in such confidence it was almost scary.

Dru chuckles nervously and pushes the bowl across the table, encouraging The Mando to take a piece.

He still makes no indication of wanting to have any.

The man in the silver helmet pushes the bowl back to Dru, refusing his tempting offer.

“Thank you for your communication.” The Mando offers, before stepping out of their small booth and making way for the exit.

“Wait!” Dru yells in desperation.

You knew that voice, he was hungry for more of his credits.

“Please, mr. Mandalorian-”

Mr. Mandalorian?

“I will come along with you and save your green son, if you can pay me for my service.” He tries.

“No, thank you.”

Mr. Mandalorian gives you a quick glance from behind him, and stutters in his confident strides to the door. However, with a quick shake of his head, he leaves the mansion.

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“YOU IDIOT!” Screams Dru.

“It’s your fault he didn’t stay!”

You quickly duck as another spice tray is thrown at your head.

“You weren't doing things right! You-you were standing wrong! You....you chose the wrong wine! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!” He screams, slapping you hard enough on the cheek to send you to the stone floor.

You whimper, but allow no tears to pass.

“I’m sorry, master.” You barely say above a whisper.

Dru scoffs incredulously, eyeing you in disgust.

“Sorry won’t cut it. I think it’s time I sold you off to someone else, and get me a more useful slave. What do you think...Y/l/n?”

You’re about to answer when a powerful punch is delivered to your stomach. Once again you crumble to the cool floor, willing the pain everywhere to go away.

Of course..it does not.

A forceful kick is swung and landed to the side of your head, and that was the last grip of reality you had before you mind swam into unconsciousness.

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“Get.....need....bandages......quickly...”

You could distinctly hear someone speaking, but the sound of your breaths and your heartbeat were too loud to decipher what they were saying. You strained your ears even harder to try and make out some of what the person was saying, wanting to gain some sense of your surroundings.

“I need some bandages, and get some bacta too!”

Hey...that kind of sounds like....The Mando?

You force your eyes open, instantly regretting it as a sharp hot white pain shot through your skull.

You whimper and let your head lull against someones arms.

“Shhh, it’s ok, you’re ok.”

An arm moves across your waist and pulls you a bit to closer to-

wait

was someone holding you?......

Was that the smell of smoke??

Your head was spinning and The Mando must have noticed because his thumbs begin to gently rub at your temples, avoiding the wound left by master-

Where was master Dru?

“Where...master....” You groan.

“He’s gone, you don’t have to worry, ok, just try to open your eyes, take it easy though.”

You do as you’re told and slowly blink your eyes open, this time the pain is dull as you do so.

You’re greeted with a familiar tilt of a silver helmet, and a few unidentified people behind him.

“Good, now keep your eyes open, can you do that?”

You don't respond, only keeping your eyes open for him.

“Good.”

“I’m going to check for a concussion now. I need you to answer my questions as honestly as you can.”

You do nothing in response.

“Ok.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” He ask, holding up 2 fingers.

You copy his fingers and hold out 2 of your own.

“Ok, good.”

“Do you know your name?” He asks, voice gruff.

You don’t say anything, just staring blankly at the void of his visor.

“Can you tell me your name?” He repeats, giving your bruised arm a gentle squeeze.

Din watches the slave with intent.

He was starting to believe she really did have a concussion, until she reached for her pocket.

She fished out a small coin and positioned it in between her index finger and thumb, then she tossed it in the air and caught it with direct precision.

Tails...it landed on tails.

“I’m Y/n.” She admits.

Maker it felt so long since she had said that name to anyone.

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5 days later...

“Is she still using that coin?” Cara asks, as Y/n played in the fields with Grogu.

“Yes.” Din admits, head hung low.

“That is so strange.” The ex-shock trooper chuckles.

“What do you think it means?” She questions.

“I have no idea, she uses it at least three or four times a rotation.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Fennec says with a smirk.

“Y/n! c’mere.” The assassin calls.

Cara and Din exchange glances of confusion, but nonetheless play along.

“So..” She starts.

“Tonight, I am going out to eat dinner, because Boba is a horrible cook. I’m thinking of wearing normal attire, but there’s this really pretty dress. Which do you think I should go with?” She asks, a gentle smile playing on her mouth.

Same as always, Y/n pulls out her small coin and tosses it in the air.

She catches it and flips it onto her palm.

Heads.

“The pretty dress.” She murmurs.

Fennec smiles once more. “Thank you, you can go now.” She whispers. And off she went, back into the meadows.

“The coin is her decision maker.” Cara gasps.

“Obviously.” Fennec scoffs.

“She was a slave...she doesn’t know how to make decisions for herself.” Din ponders, putting the puzzle together.

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Later that day...

“Y/n.. Can I talk to you, please.” Din asks, gently, as not to startle her.

She brings her lucky coin to her hands and flicks it up, however, Din catches it in midair.

“Let’s make a bet.” He offers, leaving no room for the teenager to say otherwise.

“If the coin lands on heads, you make your own decisions from now on, and have the freedom to act as you feel is right. And you throw the coin into the nearest ocean as far as you can.”

Din could see the internal struggle through her eyes, the desperation of her wanting to grab the coin out of his hand and hide away from the rest of the cruel world.

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m going to help you, adi’ka.”

“D-Do I really h-h-have to throw i-it in the o-cean? I-it’s the only thing I-I-I-I have left of my f-f-amily.” She stutters as tears well in her eyes for the first time Din had ever seen.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, adi’ka [little one], don’t cry, no i’kaad [baby], you can keep it...we’ll just...put it in a locked cupboard and whenever you want to hold it, you can, ok?” He whispers, holding her in a gentle embrace.

“Ok.” She sniffles.

And although hard at first, she learnt she had a choice, because her buir never gave up on her.

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