#like she's enchanted by him not scared at all its lovely

[bellamysgriffin]

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - Face-Touching Scenes  [2/5]

#sciraedit #scottmccalledit #kirayukimuraedit #twedit #teenwolfedit #* #*usc #usercharisse #userabs #usermoonchild #userhann #tuserjen #usernare #userarry #usercera #so many thoughts about. thisbut #mostly i just luv how it compares to his previous reveal with allison #like she looks at him with such tenderness and curiousity and wonder and awe #like she's enchanted by him not scared at all its lovely

[alespov]

[Taking their kids trick or treating. ]

Tw: none!

Featuring: Wesker and Leon { will make another part for other characters soon :) }

A\N : Hope y’all enjoy <3 feedback is highly appreciated! Requests are open :)) not proofread

Halloween masterlist

Leon :

- this was Leon’s favorite time of year. He loved everything Halloween. So he volunteered to take your kids trick or treating. So you could have some time to yourself. He picked out matching costumes from him and his girls.

- He got them bluey and bingo, he went as bandit. He wanted to make Halloween special for them. While they were young, he hoped to be a cool dad. Which you always tell him that he is.

- he didn’t keep them out so late, but between the both of them. They both had full buckets of candy. You were impressed.

- If there’s a scary decoration, he would avoid that house or he would carry them. They were still young enough to be scared of some stuff, but it wasn’t a problem for Leon. He would do anything to protect his girls.

- he always made sure the girls minded their manners. He’s knew they would get tired, so he brought a wagon so he pull them around in. He had a throw blanket, so they could cover up if they got cold.

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The girls came running in and found you in the tv room. You were curled up with a fuzzy blanket, a good book and a glass of wine. While wearing Leon’s oversized shirt.

“Did you have fun with dad?” You asked excitedly while they climbed to sit with you on the couch. They shook their heads yes and proceeded to tell you everything that happened.

A few minutes later, Leon came in with their buckets and candy. He walked toward the couch and leaned down the kiss you on the forehead. You giggled at him because he was still in his costume.

"What's got you laughing?" He asked, a puzzled expression dancing across his face. Your laughter only intensified at his genuine bewilderment, "It's just that you're still decked out in your costume." His eyes followed your gaze downward, and a surge of understanding struck him. Hastily unzipping the outfit, he discarded it, leaving him clad in his usual ensemble of shirt and sweats.

“Want them check their candy with me?” He asked while pulling you up with him. He kissed your forehead and placed his head against yours.

“Let’s put them bed first.” You told him. He picked them both up and all of you walked upstairs to get them ready for bed. After getting them to fall asleep, you and Leon decided to check their candy. You didn’t believe you would find anything wrong. You had thought Leon just wanted his dad tax.

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Albert Wesker

- he preferably didn’t like accepting candy from strangers. But for the sake of his daughter he would do it.

- he never got to experience trick or treating when he was younger. But he knew he wanted to take his daughter trick or treating. He didn’t think he would enjoy going, but he actually liked going. He thought it would be more crowded, but it truly wasn’t.

- He parked his car, and the three of you walked around. You had to find a neighborhood since you lived in the middle of nowhere.

- For the most part of trick or treating, he carried her on his shoulders. Just because she was tired of walking. Or she held his hand, and skipped alongside him.

- You and your daughter had corresponding outfits on. You couldn’t get Albert dress up, which was fine. You knew he wouldn’t do it anyway.

- Albert wanted to stay out til the end of trick or treating, just because the three of you were having fun.

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“Do we have to walk back through there?” Your daughter asked as she reached up for Albert to pick her up.

"Regrettably, we do," he grumbled, casting a weary glance in your direction. Raccoon City annually transforms into a captivating realm of enchantment with its renowned "haunted corn maze." This year, the organizers boldly decided to establish it right at the heart of town, rendering navigation through the area a difficult task. Your home was nestled amidst the serenity of the countryside,which means you had to drive in search of trick-or-treating locations.

“Don't worry, darling, everything will be alright. Your dad and I are right here with you,” you soothingly reassured your little one. Her eyes lit up with a glimmer of relief as she snuggled her face comfortably into her father's warm embrace. You were acutely aware that the maze had surprises waiting to pop out and startle everyone. That's precisely why you wanted to navigate through it swiftly, hoping to save Albert from losing his cool at the unexpected scares.

As Albert carefully cradled your daughter in his arms, you valiantly lugged her hefty candy bucket. Sweat beaded on your brow as you tried to keep pace with Albert, who grumbled under his breath about the nonsensical maze constructed by the "fools of this town" and their frivolous use of funds. You recognized that he was biting his tongue, doing his best not to frighten your little girl with his true thoughts.

“C’mon dearheart, we must hurry. We’re also there.” Albert called to you, he wasn’t so far ahead of you. You answered him and jogged a bit quicker.

You saw the parking ahead and thought you had made it through, without anyone jumping out of you. You checked your watch real quick, to keep an eye on time, only to discover it was bedtime soon. Relief began to wash over you, and you were planning the rest of your evening with Albert, until the shrill cry broke you out of your daydream.

The relief was replaced with dread as you hurried to your family. You were really running to your husband’s aid, so he didn’t blow a gasket.

You made it over there, and your husband was trying to diffuse your daughter’s crying. After promptly telling the scare actor to leave. You sat the bucket down and reached from your daughter, trying to soothe her.

He grabbed her bucket, and the both of you hurried to the car. Hoping to enjoy the rest of the Halloween night.

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[be-missed]

Not Strong Enough (Chap 2)

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(Pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: none so far, notify me if there are any

A/N: Hola, here is chap 2, any thoughts?

Masterlist

Chap 1

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Chap 2

"Tell me, tell meeee, Jenna come on, I want to know who the cute doctor is." Aliyah bombarded Jenna with questions as she landed her feet inside their living room.

"Okay, okay shut up. So the cute doctor is slightly taller than me, the cute doctor also has a charming smile and a melodic laugh, and the cute doctor also knows how to dress, because damn that outfit." Jenna tells her sister all smiley and in a dreamy state.

"That sounds like the cute doctor fell into a magic well in a fairytale and worked his way out to live in the real world." Aliyah answered while having doubts that this man can be that good that it made her sister freeze "Okay stop with the damn smile Jenna, its like I'm feeling how your jaw hurts right now and I'm getting scared with how wide your smile can go."

And Jenna throws a pillow at Aliyah "Shut up, you just don't know how it feels to be this enchanted... and also it is not a he/him, it is a her so suck it." And started to go up to her room.

While Aliyah was left stunned in their living room, because she didn't know that her sister swing that way.

Jenna plopped in her bed and texted her mom.

To Mom:

I just got home and the pizzas are in the break room. How is this the first time I saw Dr. Y/L/N?

Fr Mom:

Maybe because this is the first time you visit me in the hospital while I'm in the surgery department.

To Mom:

How come you never really worked at the surgery department?

And why is this the first time I saw Dr. Y/L/N?

Why did you not choose the surgery department?

Fr Mom:

Jenna, what's with all the questions with me, the hospital, and Y/N?

Do you like her?

To Mom:

What? No.

Fr Mom:

Sure. I'll see you later before dinner. I love you.

Hours and hours have past and Jenna can't stop thinking of her interaction with Y/N and she is tiring herself to think of ways on how can she meet you more and interact with you more. Then a bright thought occurred to her, why not pick her mom up in the hospital after the party and then she will have the chance to meet Y/N again. She taps her back as a congratulations for the great idea that she planned.

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Meanwhile in the hospital, Y/N is now full of energy and filled with happiness since she saw her long time crush, and she got to talk to her and somehow flirt with her, if you squint.

Y/N still can't manage to talk to Jenna's mom because she is scared that she'll ask for the hand of her daughter for marriage and it is too early, waaaay to early for that. So as much as possible, she follows her co-resident surgeon, Dr. Beatrice -her best friend for three months-, do a routine check up with her patients.

"What happened?" Beatrice asked Y/N.

"What? What do you mean happened? Nothing happened, just normal hospital stuff you know." with a shit eating grin plastered on Y/N face.

Beatrice abruptly stop in walking which caused Y/n to collide with Beatrice's back.

"Don't lie to me, I heard that Natalie's daughter went here and you accompanied her." Beatrice said with a smirk and continued walking.

"Well, you are right. What's the matter with that? I see no wrong, I am just the normal me." Y/N answered and tried to defend herself.

"Oh really, you interacting with the person that you are crushing with didn't gave you that much of an energy and a lot of bounce in your steps huh." Beatrice teased Y/N.

"I mean, how can I not be this happy. I get to meet my favourite actress and yes, you are absolutely right, I get to talk with her and even shared some jokes, I also get to spend time with her even just for a little and Imightjustgavehermynumber." Y/N said while saying the last few words faster than one should speak.

Beatrice looked at Y/N with wide eyes "YOU WHAT NOW?"

"I mean... I... maybe we could be friends" Y/N said nonchalantly but she really hoped that Jenna would text her, and be more then friends.

Beatrice sighs, not wanting to ruin Y/N's dreams, so what she did is to support her "Okay, If that's what you want to happen then go, I will support you. But let me remind you that she is not just your average normal girl, she's not like us. There is a lot of people that wants her and she is a celebrity let me remind you."

"I am not hoping to be her girlfriend, I don't even know if she likes girls. Being a friend, or just to be in her outer circle or even just a hospital guide would be fine with me." Y/N said with a sigh realising what Beatrice told her, that being with Jenna might be one of the most impossible thing that she can do, with their lives being so different.

Beatrice noticed the sudden mood change and tried to console Y/N "I'm sorry, I'm just being realistic and I don't want you to get your hopes up. But I just want you to know that whatever path you take, whether you try to risk a chance or stand still, I'm with you." Beatrice ended with her good ol' comforting smile and gave Y/N a side hug.

"Thanks Bea, that means a lot." Y/N said while multiple thoughts and scenarios race inside her head.

Beatrice and Y/N continued to check-up on their patients

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In the meantime at the Ortega's house

"Dad, you can rest tonight, I can pick up Mom from the hospital" Jenna said to her father while Aliyah is giving her a side eye because she knows the real reason why her sister wants to go to the hopital.

"Oh, would that be alright? Are you sure?" Her dad asked.

"Yes dad, surely. You can take a rest tonight and I will pick up mom." Jenna answered

"Okay honey, if that's what you want. I'll let your mom know." Her dad told her as he called his wife and Jenna went up to her bedroom again to find the perfect fit.

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The sun is starting to get replaced by the moon and the clock is nearing the number 6 indicating that her mom will be out of work soon and she needs to pick her up.

Jenna is just retouching herself in front of her vanity while waiting for her mom to answer the call.

"Hi Mom, did dad told you that I'll pick you up tonight?" Jenna said as soon as she heard that her mom picked up the call.

"Yes, he did, I'll be waiting for you in front of the hospital okay?" Her mom instructed her but Jenna instantly declined" No, NO Mom. I'll be going up to you, so that I can help you with your bags." Jenna answered

"Oh no it is okay I got my bags handled, I can meet you in front so you won't need to park and go up." Her mom insisted.

But Jenna oh Jenna, she doesn't want to let this chance to see you again slip away before her, so she plead.

"Mom, please, please let me just go up there on your floor, help you with the bags, and escort you to the car." Jenna tried to pull her puppy eyes even if her mom can't see her. With a sigh her mom answered her "Okay, sure, but you owe me an explanation on why you want to go here."

And they ended up the call, tapping herself in the back for another victory.

Before Jenna pulls the car up from their garage she know thinks on how can she starts a conversation with Y/N through puns like:

"When you get bladder infection, does that mean urine trouble?"

"You know pms jokes aren't funny; period."

or a a lyric with the word "hello"

"Hello, its me by Adele"

"I Said Hi by Amy Shark"

after minutes of typing and erasing, Jenna situated with a question to send to Y/N.

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While Y/N is cleaning her desk and putting aside her things, she heard a notification from her phone and saw a text from an unknown number. And with that, Y/N bolts out from where she is and is determined to find Natalie.

Checking every corner and every room, she just can't find Jenna's mom, and with the final door in the end of the corridor, Y/N saw Natalie going out of a patient's room and run to her.

Out of breath, strands of hair sticking with her sweaty face, bend over with hand in her knee trying to catch her breath, Y/N started to speak "Nat... Jenna messaged me... she is calling you... and texting you... but you ain't answering... but she wants me... to tell.. you that.. she will be... picking you... up tonight." Y/N tried her best to form that sentence with how out of breath she was and she just wish that the words are coherent and Natalie understand her.

With the words that Y/N said, Natalie was so confused, because why would Jenna message Y/N that she would be the one picker her up if they were absolutely talking directly to each other a few minutes ago.

But Natalie just shrugged it off and goes with the flow, she now have some questions to ask to Jenna. "Oh sweetie, thank you, I left my phone inside my bag, maybe that is why Jenna can't contact me."

"No problem Nat, I thought you went out to get an uber instead since I can't find you everywhere, glad I caught you." Y/N said with a smile on her self, feeling so proud because she accomplished a task that Jenna asked her to do.

"Why don't you come home with us, your house is just on the way to ours." Natalie offered so she can surprise her daughter.

"Oh no, its fine, I'm going to Ava and Bea's house tonight, we'll be having dinner." Y/N answered sadly, even if she wants to join the mother and daughter on the drive home, she has a prior dinner to go to.

The elevator dinged and there goes Jenna walking out and seeing her mom and the cute doctor speaking. It made her blush knowing that Y/N and her mom is bonded which can also mean that she can see Y/N more.

"Hey mom, did Y/N told you that I'd be picking you up tonight? I can't contact your phone so I messaged her instead." Jenna said, using her talent in acting. How she delivered the line was so good, her own mother could ever forget the phone call that they just had and believe her own daughter right now.

Natalie was so surprised on how her daughter is acting up in front of Y/N and just ride with her daughter's acting. "Well yes hon, I thought your father csn't pick me up today so I was about to ride an uber, but Y/N here ran for her life and told me that you will be picking me up."

And with that, that is Jenna's cue to look at Y/N with her smiling face looking so proud with her two thumbs up, signaling that she did her job and it is well done.

"Let me just get my bags and I'll be back" Natalie excused herself.

Jenna take a few steps closer to Y/N and said "Sorry for the rush, I really just can't message her. But also thank you for the effort, looks like you saved the night." an squeezed Y/N's biceps which made her think "Fucking hell, is she going to the gym? Is she that beefy?"

Y/n then answered with a smile "Well yeah, it is dangerous nowadays to take an uber and this might be a bonding for the two of you so, yeah no problem." and made her think "If I am only made to be Jenna's servant, I would proudly do my duty and serve her with every ounce of energy that I have."

Natalie coughs, that broke the staring contest that the Y/N and Jenna is having without them really noticing it because the both of them was really inside their own head.

"Well, we will be going Y/N, stay safe okay? I'll see you tomorrow." and Natalie hugged Y/N

"Do you wanna grab a ride from us? As a thank you perhaps?" Jenna added with a hint of hope that Y/N will agree.

"Oh no, thank you, as much as I want to, I have a prior dinner I need to go to" Y/N answered with a sad smile. And with that, she waved her hand to the two Latinas walking away from her until the elevator doors closed.

An arm embraced her which she guessed is Beatrice, which she is right and said "Okay lover girl, stop moping, we have a dinner in our house, cheer up yeah. Many more days and nights you'll be seeing your princess." and smirked

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Chap 3

A/N: hope you liked the second chapter, I am very much open to your thoughts and queries. Sorry this is all that I can give for Chap 2, I was so sleepy, lol. Thanks for reading! (not proofread).

#jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #fiction #fanfic #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter x reader

[fairysluna]

the summer islands.

In a failed attempt of escaping, Aegon accidentally arrives in an unknown island where a lovely and lonely girl lives.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING – Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

TAGS/TW – fluff, mentions of parental neglect, nudity (not in a sexual way), cursing, golden retriever and black cat dynamic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – First repost of my old blog, I was just getting started in writing in English so pls don't be so harsh with me lmao. This was a request (my first request ever, actually), and it turned out to be my favourite fic written by me. so yeah, enjoy!!🤍 (pd, i used to write in 3rd person, so...)

WORD COUNT – 8.0k

FEEDBACK, SHARES AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!!

"No, no, no!" Aegon yelled at his dragon. "Not here, Sunfyre! sōvēs, sōvēs!"

No matter how loud he would scream at his loyal dragon, no matter how strong he would pull the ropes; the beast was reluctant in following his orders.

Sunfyre landed on top of a hill, sighing tiredly while he laid down on the greenest grass Aegon has ever seen. He tried to make him stand up again; pulling the ropes, yelling a thousand commands on High Valyrian, but the golden dragon was not interested in following his words.

“Fuck!” He yelled while reluctantly getting down from his dragon’s back.

He was whispering inappropriate words, and after taking one bad step, he fell onto his back; that did nothing but make him more angry —and ashamed. He cursed the Seven Gods, blaming them for his terrible luck during that day.

Aegon looked around while he was standing on his feet once again, he was trying to see if someone had seen his shameful fall. Luckily for him, no one seemed to be near him, the only thing he could perceive was a bunch of trees and lots of green hills that were covering all the surface of the land.

He walked in front of a sleepy Sunfyre, and he only grew desperate when he saw him closing his eyes. “No, no, no!” He screamed. “Don’t sleep- Fuck!” He looked around, now in despair, “They’re going to find me! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The dragon moved his head, hiding it from the stressed man. Aegon brushed his face anxiously, sighing and about to cry for desperation. He kept trying to wake his dragon, but Sunfyre was already snoring softly. He looked like a maniac, feeling that his brother would appear behind his back with his large dragon at any moment now.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” He muttered. "You traitor! How can you do this to me? I thought we were brothers! Now, get up! We have to go-”

"Are you hurt?"

A voice behind his back made him jump out of fear. He quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword, taking it out of his scabbard and turned around, facing the strange girl that came out of nowhere. He pointed at her with the tip of his sword, but she did not even flinch. He was entirely confused about where she came from, just a few minutes ago he turned around to see his surroundings and he never saw her coming. She just appeared by his side.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked harshly and unkindly, not trusting her.

"You seem lost." She deducted, a small smile formed on her face. "I can help you." She said, but Aegon did not let his guard down. "Is your dragon hurt?"

"No," He quickly answered, as if he was trying to prove his dragon was healthy and ready to fight against any threat, "He is completely healthy, he just decided to be lazy!"

"It's a gorgeous dragon." She said walking towards him. "Can I touch him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, he can be-"

He stopped himself once he realized she did not listen to his words, instead, she just put one of her hands on the golden scales. Aegon was waiting for a reaction from him, something that might scare her away, but Sunfyre only curled under her touch, as if he was a huge cat instead of a giant and dangerous beast. "What the-"

"It's such a beauty." She commented, completely enchanted by the creature. "I never thought I would live to see one... What's its name?"

"Sunfyre." He answered, feeling odd. "He's a male."

"Oh, so he is a boy!" She said, laughing joyfully. "Look at you, pretty, pretty boy." She whispered to the dragon. "What a sight you are!”

"He's- he's not a boy." Aegon muttered, "He's a dragon male, a big, fearful, scary dragon male."

“He seemed harmless.” She thought.

“He’s not.” He rushed to say. “And I think it is better if you leave him alone. He is not very fond of strangers.”

Aegon walked towards her in order to pull her away from Sunfyre, but the tail of the dragon got in his way without him seeing it. As a result, he ended up tripping and falling on top of the girl, who just gasped out of surprise and then laughed cheerfully while Aegon groaned on top of her.

He frowned, and took his time to see her face carefully for the first time. She was not ugly, she was actually quite far from being ugly; her smile was charming and the way the corner of her eyes wrinkled when she was laughing was just bewitching. Aegon found himself staring at her longer than he should, but the girl under him did not seem to mind. Instead, she looked back at him and saw some scratches on his face, she immediately got worried and with a breathless voice she asked him once again,

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

Aegon did not know how, but he ended up in the house of the girl, eating an incredibly delicious soup and with his face completely washed. He had got rid of the dry blood on his face and cleaned his scratches, which he did not even remember how he got.

The house was not big at all, it was more like a cottage not larger than his own room. It was made of wood, the kitchen was in one corner and the bed on the other, the table only had two chairs and it was in the middle of the house. There were lots of plants of every kind and a strong scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Aegon thought it was comfortable and warm, it felt like a home; which was better than living in a huge castle made of stone.

He would rather live there, away from everything.

The door was open harshly and the girl walked in with a bag filled with vegetables and fruits. She was agitated, as if she was running from something, however Aegon did not seem worried about it because she was smiling; she was always smiling.

“I stole a sheep for Sunfyre.” She said, excitedly.

Aegon widened his eyes and choked with the soup. He started coughing while the girl left the bag on the floor. “You did what?” He asked incredulously.

“My neighbor has plenty of them, you don’t have to worry, he won’t even notice!” She explained, moving her hands and trying to play down the situation.

“And why the fuck would you do that?”

“He seemed hungry.” She shrugged.

“Your neighbor?”

“No, your dragon!” She laughed. “I had to run before he would catch me, he’s a fast runner and running up a hill with a sheep on your shoulders is quite hard.”

“You’re fucking mental.” He whispered under his breath, without her hearing him.

He looked at her strangely, following her with his eyes while she was pouring some soup in a small bowl. Then, she sat in front of him and started drinking it. Aegon was still staring at her slightly frowning, he thought she was quite peculiar.

“While you were yelling at your dragon, I heard that you were going somewhere.” She said, “Where were you going? It seemed urgent.”

“You heard that?” He asked, a bit scared. He remembers looking around the place and not seeing anyone.

“I did.” She nodded, “I saw you falling from your dragon too. That was a bit funny.” She chuckled.

“How- Oh, fuck me.” He sighed.

“So, where were you going?”

“I’m not comfortable with sharing that kind of information to someone I just met.” Aegon said, now he was being careful with his words, because he was starting to get a bit scared of her. “I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m y/n!” She replied cheerfully. “What’s your name?”

“Uhm… Aegon.”

“Aegon?” She repeated, her voice tone was more serious now.

Aegon shrink on his seat, and he looked at her expectantly. He thought she would be able to recognize his name, or his not-so-discreet hair. He thought that, once she realizes who he was, she might sell him away in exchange for a couple coins of gold. Instead, she just laughed again.

“It sounds like ‘egg’!” She finally said, Aegon let out a breath of relief.

“No, it doesn’t.” He replied, offended.

“It’s a nice name, though.” She praised, “It’s original, I like it. Aegon, Aegon, Aegon.” She repeated, “Sounds good. Aegon, Aegon-”

“Please, stop.” He said annoyed.

The smile on her face trembled a little. She just cleared his throat and looked down at her soup in order to take her eyes away from him. Aegon felt a bit bad for it, seeing how her smile almost disappeared because of him, however, he did not say anything else. He did not know why he felt bad for her in the first place.

“Well, now that you know my name and I know yours, and we are less strangers for each other,” She took a sip from her soup, “Will you tell me where you were going?”

“Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged, “Just curious.”

Aegon sighed and rolled his eyes. Something inside of him told him that it was a bad idea and he should leave immediately, but the other part of him told him to stay, to be nice to the kind girl that gave him food and shelter, and even stole a sheep for his dragon.

“I was going to Pentos.” He replied.

“Why?”

“You are curious, aren’t you?”

“Just a bit.” She put her index finger against her thumb making a gesture that was cute enough to hinder him.

“I was escaping.” He confessed.

“From whom?”

“My family.” He replied, “My mother, more specifically.”

“Why would you escape from your family, Aegon?” She asked again, and Aegon forced himself to not roll his eyes again.

“They- uhm, they are forcing me to do something I don’t want to do.”

“What thing?”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He raised his voice a little, starting to lose his patience. The girl leaned back, and a small ‘sorry’ escaped from her lips.

Aegon once again felt guilty as the room stayed in silence, and again he did not know why, which was a bit frustrating for him. She started to eat her soup quietly while he just looked at her, trying to read through her. That girl was a whole mystery, Aegon has never met someone so peculiar as her.

“How does it feel?” Her voice sounded softer and slower than the times before. Aegon frowned, confused.

“What thing?”

“To have a family.” She said, “I never had one.” She revealed, she tried to smile but Aegon saw the quivering on the corners of her mouth. “I mean- I had my mother, but- uhm, one day she left and I haven’t seen her since then.”

“Well, I can’t tell you nice things about my family. They’re all a piece of shit.”

“At least you have one.”

“I would rather not have one.” He confessed, “You’re all alone and you seem to do pretty well.”

When her smile completely disappeared, he knew he had fucked up once again. A small curse left his lips before starting to apologize, which was something quite odd coming from him.

“I mean- I’m sorry.” He was surprised by how fast he had said those words. He was not used to using them. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay.” She spoke softly, nodding. “I don’t mind.”

She stood up from the table and took the two small bowls with her. Aegon almost complained since he still had some soup left, but he thought he had already said enough. It seemed as if every time he would open his mouth he would hurt her feelings, so he decided to be quiet while he followed her with his purple tired eyes.

He soon stood up too, starting to gather his belongings –which was only his scabbard and a bag with some of his clothes– and getting ready for departure. He took a deep breath, feeling his stomach full and then he said,

“Well, I must thank you for your kindness.” He spoke while she was starting to clean the dishes, “But I must go now.”

She turned quickly, dropping the crockery on the table and wiping her hands with a small cloth. Her eyes seemed to be confused.

“What? You’re leaving so soon?”

“If I leave now I will arrive in Pentos in no time.”

“But- but it’s dark, and Sunfyre is sleeping, I-” She sighed, “I thought you were staying for the night. You should stay.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” He said, “I’ll find some lodging over there, don’t worry.”

“But they’ll make you pay.”

“Well, I’ll have to pay either way if I want to live there.” He deducted with an obvious tone.

“Please, stay the night.” She asked him, “I can make you some good food in the morning so you will have energy to travel… I can steal another sheep for Sunfyre too!”

“But where would I sleep?”

“In the bed!” She pointed at the small bed in the corner of the house. “It’s not so big but it is quite comfortable.”

“Did you steal your neighbor’s sheep to make the cushions?” He joked, and she smiled.

“How did you know?” She asked, genuinely surprised.

“I- I didn’t-” Aegon was taken aback by her answer, and he shook his head. “There’s only one bed.”

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“But you would be uncomfortable.” He surprised himself by his genuine concern.

“But you wouldn’t.” She insisted. “You can leave with Sunfyre on the morrow. He is sleeping now, look at him!”

She pointed through the window and Aegon saw outside, moving the curtain to have a better view. His dragon was sleeping soundly and he sighed, knowing that he would not wake up even if he screamed in his ear. Sunfyre has the same sleep as his owner, which was quite prejudicial in this kind of situation.

He had no other choice but to stay.

The bed was so comfortable that it made him feel as if he was laying on clouds, the mattress would shape his body perfectly and the pillows were so soft and it smelled good. It was way better than his own bed on the Red Keep, and he knew as soon as he put his body on top of the mattress that it would be the best sleep he would ever have.

The next morning Aegon woke up and felt better than ever. That was probably the best sleep he had ever had in his twenty years of life. He looked around the house now in the daylight, and everything seemed even more cozy than before. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the girl beside the bed still sleeping soundly; he could see a small trace of drool coming from the corner of her mouth.

He stood up and started pacing around the tiny house. He grabbed a carrot from the bag of vegetables and fruits she had brought the prior night and looked through the window to check on Sunfyre. That's when his problems started again.

"No, no, no, no!" He muttered while opening the door in quick and nervous moves. "Fuck! Fuck!"

He got out of the house and started to look around, his dragon was nowhere to be found.

"YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!" He yelled at the skies, throwing the carrot in his hand away and moving desperate around the green fields. "Fuck!"

"Aegon?"

The sleepy girl stood on the door frame, looking at him worryingly. Her eyes were narrowed due to the light of the day, her hair was messy and she walked outside the house barefooted.

"What happened?"

"He fucking left me!" He snapped. "How could he?"

"Who?"

"Sunfyre!" He spoke with an obvious tone, "Don't you see how a large dragon is not in your front yard anymore?"

"I can see that, yes." She nodded calmly, "But perhaps he will come back later, perhaps he got hungry again and went to find something to eat."

"Perhaps that traitor left me!" He said in despair, "How am I supposed to fly to Pentos now? My family will find me here!" He walked closer to her, "I don't even know where I am!"

"You are in the Summer Islands." She replied, "In the south of Dorne."

"South of Dorne?" He asked scandalized, "What the fuck am I doing in the South of Dorne?!"

"I don't think I could answer that."

"I was supposed to be flying to the east! Why am I here?"

"Do you want some tea?" She kindly offered.

Aegon looked at her as if she was insane, has she not heard what he just said?

“I don’t want tea.” He scoffed, “I want my fucking dragon back!”

“You yell too much.” She pointed out, “Perhaps that’s why your dragon left you.” Aegon frowned, offended. “I’ll be inside making food in case you need anything.”

Aegon covered his face with both of his hands and screamed out of rage. He pulled the grass under his feet and started throwing rocks with his hands. He looked like a small child throwing a tantrum. He was too stressed, even a couple of desperate tears came out of his eyes. He was lost in a place he did not even know, without his dragon and with the company of a girl who is partially scary. He started to regret every life decision that had brought him to that place.

Minutes after, when all of his rage started to dissolve from his body, he got into the house again. The girl has already made some food and she had put it on the table for him to eat, Aegon felt the delicious smell reaching his nose and he almost drool for it. It smelled better than anything he had ever smelled before. Then, he thought that, perhaps, staying there until Sunfyre gets back would not be a bad idea at all.

“I’m mad at you.” She said as soon as Aegon crossed the door. He tensed immediately, thinking she would kick him out.

“Why?”

“You ripped my grass.” She sat on the chair and started to eat. “Do you know how long it took me to make it grow?”

For the first time he saw her frowning, and it was not as if he had known her for her entire life, but seeing her making any other expression besides smiling felt wrong. Almost unnatural, actually.

“I’m sorry…” He muttered shyly, sitting in the chair in front of her. “I was a bit mad.”

“A bit?” She asked teasingly. “You yelled at a bird.”

“Why do you always catch me doing foolish things?”

“Why are you always doing foolish things?” She asked back.

“Apparently because I’m a fool.” He started to eat and he immediately hummed pleasantly with the taste. He almost rolled his eyes back. “Look, I’m going to help you fix your grass.”

“How?”

“Well, I can’t go anywhere without my dragon so I guess I will not have any other choice than to stay here until he decides it’s time to come back.” He shrugged, “If you allow me to, of course.”

Aegon saw how she tried so hard to suppress her smile until she finally let it take over her face. She nodded excitedly; she would finally have some company. She would finally not be alone.

“Of course I allow you!” She said with a giant smile, “Besides, I feel this is partly my fault.”

“How so?”

“Well, if I hadn’t insisted on you staying for the night, you would’ve been in Pentos by now.”

“What is done, is done.” He said, “At least I’m eating delicious food.”

She blushed a little and Aegon smiled; that is how it all started.

The first days were not much fun. Aegon had a hard time trying to entertain himself as the girl did not have any type of liquor; the closest thing to that was vinegar, and he could not stand the smell of it. There were not any other women around either, not other animals or anything besides her, her small cottage and the big woods that were behind her home.

So, as a result, he was forced to have conversations with her. At first, he was trying so hard not to get annoyed by her multiple questions, but then he got used to them and instead of being bothered by them, he started to get really comfortable answering them. He would like the fact that she was always genuinely interested in whatever he had to say, and he would also like the fact that he could speak with her for hours without feeling as if he was a nuisance.

Four days were spent like that, until she asked him for some help with her tasks. One morning they woke up and the sky was gray, covered in raging clouds that were warning about a big storm coming.

“Oh, no.” She had said to him, looking at the clouds with worry in her eyes. Aegon turned to her, looking at her frown. “There’s a hole on the ceiling, and I couldn’t fix it the last time it rained. It was a disaster!”

“I can help you with that.” Aegon offered.

“Can you?” She excitedly said.

Aegon nodded with a slight smile, while on the inside, he was dying from the nerves since he had absolutely no idea on how to fix a hole in the ceiling, he just offered himself out of courtesy and because he wanted to be a good guess for her.

He was completely oblivious with everything, he did not know how to use the tools, and he was too embarrassed to ask so he just improvised everything trying to make it work. But it did not.

When the storm came, the girl had to put vases around the house to prevent the floor from getting wet thanks to the leaks. Even the bed got wet, so that night Aegon had to sleep on the floor, on the other side of the bed. She did not get mad at him for not fixing the problem, instead, she just laughed it off and told him it was alright, that they could fix it in another time.

Aegon felt some inner joy when she said that, for he knew she was thinking of him staying longer; he did not dislike the idea.

A week and a half has passed already. Sunfyre was nowhere to be seen, but Aegon did not mind about it anymore, he felt too comfortable already with her company. Besides, they had just started his cooking lessons.

The girl has offered it to him as a joke, and when Aegon accepted she was as surprised as him. It was not common that a man would want to learn those kinds of things. In return, he would teach her about dragons, and she was so fascinated with the idea that as soon as they sealed the deal, she grabbed her vegetables and started to teach him.

Aegon’s fingers soon were full of tiny cuts, cuts that she would clean and bind up. Chopping vegetables with a knife seemed like a more dangerous activity than using a sword.

When he finally made supper all by himself, he felt so proud that he could not stop smiling. He had prepared the meal while the girl was out searching for fresh vegetables and fruit. It was a surprise; he wanted to make something nice for her. So when she arrived at the house, she saw two small bowls filled with soup.

“Aegon, did you cook all this by yourself?” She had asked him, surprised but also impressed.

“I did.” He answered proudly, while she was sitting on the chair. “I hope it tastes good, I didn’t try it before pouring it in the bowls.”

She smiled softly, a smile that quickly trembled thanks to the flavor of the soup. It was not bad, it just had a strong taste that she could not recognize. She tried so hard to keep a smile on her face because she would rather rip her heart from her chest than to make him feel bad about something, especially when he really strove to make it. She just nodded and hummed, while she kept drinking the soup.

But soon Aegon tried it too, and she spit the soup back on the bowl as soon as it touched his tongue. His disgusted face was too cute for her to ignore, she found herself staring at him more than she should while he was overreacting by drinking large sips of water in order to forget the taste.

“Oh Gods, this is so fucking disgusting.” He muttered, “Stop drinking that.” He had said to her, trying to grab her bowl to toss it, but she took it away from him first. “Don’t drink that, it's disgusting.”

“What are you saying? This is delicious!” She tried to cheer him up. She took a big sip of the soup afterwards, trying so hard not to show a bad face.

“Don’t lie, y/n.” He told her, embarrassed. “Stop drinking it!”

But she drank it all. Aegon was surprised to see the empty bowl, and it was impossible for him not to smile softly at her. She had drunk his disgusting soup only to avoid making him feel bad. That’s when the tickles started.

Another week passed, and Aegon found himself running with a sheep on his shoulders and y/n laughing hysterically by his side, while an old man was following them with a flail. He did not know how he put himself in that situation, but he was enjoying it. Hearing her laughter was enough to make him feel some joy he had never experienced before, it made him feel whole.

When they entered the tiny house, the grumpy neighbor was long forgotten. Aegon dropped the sheep on the floor and sat, trying to catch his breath while the girl was offering him a glass of cold water, which he gladly accepted.

“How do you do that?” He asked breathlessly. She only shrugged and chuckled.

“I guess I’m used to it.” She sat in front of him, “Aegon, the Sheepstealer. It sounds good, does it not?”

Aegon smiled, “It does.”

He killed the sheep, and made a much better meal with it. The practice has made him good, great even. Now he knew he did not need to put too much nutmeg on the food, a pinch was enough.

“I’ve never eaten sheep before.” The girl confessed after finishing her plate. “It’s quite delicious.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that I don’t have the heart to kill them.” She replied, “They look at me with those tiny little eyes, and it is impossible for me to do something to them.”

“What do you do with the sheep you stole?” He asked confused.

“I return them.” She explained, “I cut the wool with my scissors and then I took them back to my neighbor’s herd.” She looked at the plate with a sad haze, “Although this one won’t be coming back any time soon.”

“Wait, you have scissors?” He asked, and she nodded.

Soon, Aegon was sitting on the same chair as before but this time he saw how his platinum hair strands were falling onto his lap. He had asked her to cut his hair after thinking it was getting too long. Her hands brushing his head was a kind of pleasure that he never thought he would experience, it felt so good that he would start humming without even realizing.

His eyes would close and his whole body would relax under her touch. It felt too good that Aegon even thought he was dreaming.

Of course the haircut was a mess, she had never done anything like that before; at least not with humans. But when Aegon saw his hair reflected on a small mirror that was hanging from the wall, he just praised her for her good job, although they both knew it was hideous. He just did not have the heart to tell her that.

The day passed after that and with each day they would get closer and closer. Until one night, when Aegon would not find peace to sleep, for he was starting to feel guilty. Lately at night, he had found himself staring at the girl while she slept on the floor next to the bed, all curled up and hugging the blanket that would cover her from the coldness of the evening. Aegon felt something inside of him that was screaming he was in the wrong for letting her sleep in such a way for too long.

Even though she was peacefully sleeping already, he knew she deserved to be as comfortable as him. After everything she had done for him, he felt the need to give her something back. So he started to wake her up.

“Hey, y/n. Wake up!” He started to shake her body a bit too harshly. “Y/n, wake up!”

The poor girl jumped and woke up scared, looking around, confused and overwhelmed. “What happened?” She said. Her raspy voice made him feel some kind of tinkle in his gut. “My neighbor is here?”

“Hey, y/n.” He whispered, “It’s okay, he’s- he’s not here.”

“What is it then?” She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Do you need more cushions?”

“No, I’m okay it’s just… uh, I was thinking if you would like to sleep here in the bed.” He offered, surprisingly shy. “I think it could be more comfortable for you.”

“And where would you sleep?”

“We can sleep together if that’s not a problem for you.”

She smiled, pleased. “Look at us.” She said chuckling, “A few weeks ago you wouldn’t tell me about where you were going because I was a stranger and now you are offering me to sleep with you!” She spoke excitedly, “On the morrow we will wake up as best friends!”

Aegon only nodded softly, still wondering about what made her so unique. So special.

She stood up and quickly got under the soft blankets, cuddling with a pillow. Aegon was staring at the ceiling, moving his fingers nervously after feeling her body so close to him. He regretted having his shirt removed as he was scared that his body would react on its own, he was scared of what she might think if he got aroused by her. He did not even know why he was so concerned about it, perhaps it was the very first time that he actually cared of what others would think of him. Of what she might think of him.

To avoid the shame of it, he turned around giving her his back. He then sighed and closed his eyes, preparing himself to sleep now out of guilt, but her voice sounded once again.

“Aegon?” She whispered. Her breath hit his back, causing him a shiver that was quite worrying.

“Yes?” His voice sounded more raspy than usual.

“I know this is ‘best friend’ level, and we aren’t there yet,” Aegon frowned and looked at her over his shoulder. “But I was wondering if I could hug you.”

He was taken aback by her sudden request. He was so shocked that he felt as if she was playing a joke on him. No one has ever asked him to hug him before, less when in bed.

“You want- You want to hug me?”

“Yes…” She nodded, a small smile crossed her lips. “Like this.”

She moved a bit behind him and then he felt her arm going under his and surrounding his naked torso. Aegon felt oddly calm once he sensed her warmth around him. She laid her head on top of the crook of his neck and sighed.

A now-familiar sensation took over his body, making his face feel hotter and his heart beat faster. He did not know why his body started to react in such a way all of the sudden, but it did not feel bad.

“How does it feel?” She asked. “I can move if you are not comfortable-”

“No!” He quickly said, a bit louder than he expected. “It feels nice.”

She smiled, relieved.

“Good night then, Aegon.” She said softly.

“Good night, y/n.”

Aegon fell asleep with a smile on his face for the first time in his life.

The next day, everything went as usual, although he could not take his eyes out of her. With every touch, every word, and every smile he would feel something jumping inside his chest, and he would get clumsy all of the sudden. Even a little shy, when he had no record of being shy before meeting her.

And then, she had the marvelous idea of having lunch outside. Aegon was not a big fan, but he accepted because she wanted to do it; he could not bring himself to say no to her.

He followed her through the woods until they reached a beautiful lagoon in the middle of the trees, the water was turquoise, and you could see the bottom of it because it was so clear. It was a gorgeous place, probably one of the most beautiful places he had ever been.

The meal was cooked by Aegon, who had been constantly improving on his culinary skills. They sat on a cozy blanket —made by her with the wool of his neighbor’s sheep, of course— and they put all the biscuits, pastries, and bread on top of it. She had made orange juice too, which Aegon loved.

“Where do you think Sunfyre is right now?” She asked after a moment of silence.

Aegon shrugged, “I don’t care about that traitor anymore.” He spoke with his mouth full after eating a small lemon cake in just one bite.

“Will you leave after he comes back?” Her voice sounded quite unsure, perhaps because she did not want to hear an answer.

Aegon was taken aback with the question, not sure of what to answer. He has not even thought about his departure yet, seeing it so far and unlikely; he did not wish to leave this place, nor her.

“I don’t know.” He said softly, “I feel rather comfortable in your bed.” He joked, and she chuckled. “You’re an amazing hugger. If I leave now, I’m going to miss you at night.”

He said those words as if he was joking, but he knew deep inside of him that he was only speaking the truth.

“Hugger?” She asked confused.

“Your hugs,” He explained, “They’re incredible.”

“Well, thank you very much.” She blushed, and she tried to hide his face from him. Aegon looked at her mesmerized.

Once he woke up from his trance, he realized he had been staring at her for too long, and even when she did not seem to mind, he felt some embarrassment in his action. So he tried to take her attention to something else. Something that was not him and his rosy cheeks.

“Is the water good for a swim?” He asked, the girl nodded excitedly, “Shall we swim?”

The girl stood up immediately, and soon she started to get rid of her dress. Aegon’s eyes widened with panic as he had not considered that important detail; she would wet her dress to swim, so she was getting naked.

She did it without any shame of her body, and he knew it was because she did not find anything sinful in nudity, but Aegon did, and he got scared; mostly because he was scared of his own body, on how it would react by having her so close to him with nothing on. But when she finally got rid of her clothing, and his eyes found her, he felt his heart stop for a second.

He was waiting for his body to react differently, to have some reaction towards her naked body as he usually did; he expected to feel some tickle on his gut as a sign of lust, but it was nothing like it. Aegon saw her as if she had put a spell on him, his eyes could not stop staring at her curves, her bare skin, her hair being blown with the air. It was a bewitching scene that made Aegon’s whole body go numb. He even felt his eyes getting a bit watery, for they were glistening for the sight. And when she turned to face him and smiled so softly at him, he knew. He felt it.

Oh, no, Aegon thought, I’m falling in love.

Of course she invited him to join in, and he did. The butterflies on his stomach were getting more notorious with every step he took. Soon, he found himself playing with her, throwing water and laughing as a little child. It did not matter anymore that they were naked, he did not feel the need to make it into something lustful. He just enjoyed the moment with her, for he has never felt this way before; so filled with joy and genuinely happy.

He even wished for Sunfyre to never come back so he would never have an excuse to leave. But he had never been the possessor of such good luck.

The next morning a roar woke them up, they were sleeping cuddling each other and they both sat on the bed exalted for the sudden noise. Aegon was the first one standing up, grabbing his sword and coming out of the house. Soon, y/n followed him, positioning herself behind him. The girl stopped in awe, looking at the giant dragon in front of her with wonder.

“Fuck.” Aegon mumbled, loud enough to wake the girl out of her trance and looking at the man walking towards them.

“Who’s that?” She asked curiously.

Aegon sighed,

“My brother.” He replied reluctantly.

“He is handsome.” She said.

Aegon frowned, looking at her with a disgusted look on his face. “No, he’s not.”

As the man was getting closer, Aegon positioned himself in front of the girl, as if he was trying to protect her from him. Aemond stood in front of both of them, he looked serious and intimidating. The girl had to look up to him because he was at least one head taller than her.

“So this is where you were hiding.” He said when he was close enough for them to hear him. “It’s nice.”

“Thank you!” The girl rushed to respond.

“Who is this beautiful lady?” Aemond asked, the girl blushed with the compliment.

Aegon’s jaw clenched. “It is not of your interest.”

“I’m y/n.” She cheerfully said.

“Such a pleasure to meet you, Lady y/n.” He grabbed her hand and left a soft kiss in it. The girl giggled, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh, I'm no Lady.” She shyly smiled, “You have a beautiful dragon.”

“Thank you, love.” He smirked slightly.

“How did you find me?” Aegon asked, clearly annoyed.

“Sunfyre was seen flying around Dorne a few days ago,” He explained, “I found him and he guided me here.”

Aegon looked beside Vhagar and his dragon was laying there, chewing what seemed to be a calcined animal. Once again, he cursed the Gods by how inconvenient his arrival was.

“And what do you want?”

“Father is dead.” He said suddenly.

“What?” He muttered incredulously.

“Mother sent me to look for you.” Aemond explained.

“But- I don’t want to leave.”

“You must.” The younger one spoke firmly, “You will be crowned as King on the morrow.”

“King?” The soft voice of the girl was heard.

Aemond saw her with a lifted eyebrow, a bit surprised about her reaction until he finally put the strings together.

“She doesn't know, does she?”

“Know what, Aegon?” She asked him.

Aegon went silent, and he begged his brother with his eyes to not say anything, to keep it as a secret. But Aemond did not granted him with that, instead he looked at the girl with curious eyes and explained,

“Aegon is Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.” His voice sounded softly, as he was not trying to hurt her. “He is the heir of the Throne in Westeros.”

The girl frowned, and Aegon looked down at the green grass being unable to see her face after the truth was out. She took a step forward and touched his shoulder with care, only then Aegon was strong enough to look at her eyes; she was not mad or hurt, she just seemed confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never saw the right time, I- I’m sorry, y/n.”

She excused herself and got into her home. Aegon covered his face with his hands, frustrated and mad at his brother, furious actually. He wanted to punch him in the face, but he knew that if he did it he would get into a fight that he would not win.

“You have been living in her home for a month and you never tell her about who you are?”

“It didn’t seem relevant!” He yelled, stressed, “Fuck!”

“Aegon, I must take you to mother and-”

“Shut up.” He interrupted him before starting to walk inside the house.

The girl was standing in the kitchen, cutting some oranges in half to then squeeze them and make orange juice. Aegon cleared his throat to make himself seen, and she turned to look at him. Her eyes were a bit teary and Aegon’s heart nearly broke.

“Can we talk?”

“You are a Prince.” She affirmed, and he nodded. “Is that why you were escaping from your family? Because you don’t want to be king?”

“I’ve never wanted it.” He confessed, “I’m not made to rule. I couldn’t even command my dragon when he brought me here.” He joked, and that made her smile. “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you.”

“I understand why you did it.” A couple unexpected tears fell down her cheeks and she quickly brushed them off to laugh afterwards, “I don’t even know why I am crying-”

“It’s okay,” He said softly, and he cupped her face with his hands. A delicate touch that made her legs shiver. “I’m going to tell him to leave.” She frowned, “I’m going to stay here with you. And we can- we can be happy together, right?”

Her haze softened, Aegon looked at her lips and the sudden urge to kiss her invaded his whole body. Soon his thoughts were interrupted by her sweet voice,

“But you have to leave.” She whispered, “You have a family, you belong with them.”

“You are my family now, y/n. I belong here, with you!” He sighed.

“You need to leave…” She repeated, “Your brother, he is quite intimidating, I can’t fight with him over you.”

Aegon giggled.

“He would win without a doubt.” He added.

“I know. I would just embarrass myself.”

They both laughed lightly, with tears in their eyes. Trying so hard to ignore the pain on their chest.

“Listen-”

“No, you listen.” She interrupted him, “I think- I think it is better that you go with your brother- what’s his name?”

“Aemond.” She chuckled, “What?”

“Sounds like ‘almond’.”

Aegon smiled, “Yes, it does.”

She cleared her throat and wiped one rebel tear that left her eyes, she put her hands on top of his and sighed.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Aegon.” He frowned, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone.” He confessed.

“I won’t be alone… I can try and be friends with my neighbor.”

“Come with me.” He begged.

“Aegon, I can’t. I don’t belong there… but you do.”

“I’ll miss you terribly.” His voice sounded weak.

“You can come and visit whenever you want.” She tried to cheer him up.

“It won’t be enough.”

“We’ll make it enough.”

He hugged her tightly, burying his head on the crook of her neck trying to carve her scent in his memories, trying to force his body to remember her warmth around him for eternity. Her hands reached his hair and stroked it softly before leaning back.

“Oh! Before you go.” She quickly went to her bed and picked up one of her cushions, she then lent it to Aegon who received it with a smile. “So you can remember me.”

“Bold of you to assume I would ever forget you.”

The presence of Aemond interrupted their moment and the older brother rolled his eyes.

“We must leave now, brother.” Aemond said.

“You must leave now, brother.” She said in a whisper, imitating Aemond’s serious voice and making Aegon laugh loudly.

“Don’t let him hear you.” He warned her, “He would hate you if you mock him, he’s quite serious.”

She only nodded, trying to repress a smile while Aegon’s eyes scanned all of her face, trying to memorize every single part of it. He did not know when he would see you again.

“Y/n…” He called her.

“Yes?”

He took a deep breath, “I- I love-” He stopped himself before he could finish, and then he suddenly changed his words. “I really loved your house.”

Her smile trembled, a bit disappointed. “You can come back whenever you want. My door will alway be open for you.”

“Aegon!” Aemond insisted.

“Go now.” She said, “We’ll meet again, I promise.”

Aeon nodded, and after looking at her a little longer, he left a quick kiss on her forehead. Then, he left the house.

She saw from her door frame how Aegon started yelling at his dragon; she could only smile with tenderness after seeing him being mad at him again. She saw him riding his dragon and flying away.

The girl closed her door and layed in bed putting his nose against the pillows. They still smelled like him.

Two days later, she was in the kitchen preparing something for supper. It was late at night, she could hear the sound of the crickets outside, everything was so quiet and peaceful. Until a growl was heard in her front yard.

She left the knife and the celery aside in order to open her door and look outside; a huge smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach appeared when she saw the golden dragon outside her house. It was Aegon.

He got out of his saddle and quickly reached the grass. He walked fast towards the girl who was just too excited to see him.

“Aegon, you’re back so soon?”

He did not answer her, instead, he pressed his lips against hers. She gladly followed the kiss, bringing her hands to his soft hair. Aegon held her close by grabbing her waist and pulling her onto his body. The kiss was soft, slow, filled with tenderness and love; Aegon sighed in between, feeling in heaven with just the touch of her lips.

When he leaned back, his eyes were glistening, his breathing was fastened, and his heart was jumping inside his chest out of excitement. The girl in front of him laughed, and Aegon closed his eyes; two days were enough for him to crave for that sweet laughter.

“I love you, y/n.” He confessed, making her melt. “I left everything behind, so you better get used to my presence because I’m not leaving you any time soon.”

“What about the throne?” She asked, a bit overwhelmed with all the situation.

“I made a convenient deal with Aemond.” He explained. “He only accepted it because he liked you.”

She smiled, “I love you too, Aegon.”

He kissed her again, this time it was more passionately, but still had those sweet touches of tenderness that he loved so dearly. Her lips were soft, so perfect and made for him. Being there with her, kissing her and touching her body felt just right. As if it has always meant to be.

The girl leaned back and looked at him with a subtle smile, “We’ll need to steal a sheep.”

Aegon chuckled, “What for?”

“We will need a bigger bed.”

#repost #aegon ii targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon targaryen #aegon the elder #aegon x y/n #aegon ii targaryen x female reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon ii targaryen x y/n #fluff #hotd au #hotd x reader #hotd #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #house of the dragon

[liliansun]

🎧 : grab your headphones as we wait for the release of speak now (polaroid version). each track will have its own story to tell, musical notes ranging from heartbreak and first loves. don’t be fooled by the sweet title tracks of each song, not every story with a happy ending always starts out on the right note.

summary : you and your friends are trying to survive day by day at your school’s university NEOU. somewhere along your final two years, each of you finds your own love story that turns your reality upside and has you questioning if relationships in college is actually worth it. although you each have your own story to tell, you all hold onto the one thing you have in common and that’s each other.

featured songwriters: nct dream’s haechan, jaemin, jeno, mark and renjun with supporting vocals from jisung and chenle

original songwriters: joy, mal, neowa, sal and y/n

genre : university au, college au, young adult romance, swearing, mentions of lying, non-graphic mentions of violence, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, heartbreak, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, lots of crying, mentions of alcohol. slight mentions of adult themes but not in detail

send in an ask to be added to the preorder for each song or whichever track calls out to you most or comment down below

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU : HAECHAN’S VERSION

pre order : completed

release date : 07 | 16 | 23

summary : college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

OUR LAST KISS : JAEMIN’S VERSION

pre order : completed

release date : 10 | 11 | 23

summary : he was cute, he knew how to poke at her soft spots and he knew what to say to make her laugh, but mal wasn’t like any other girl. she knew his type and she knew they’d never get past messing around in the night and forgetting about it during the day. so why is he always on her mind, even after he left? guess that last kiss he gave left more of an impact on her then he thought it did.

I SEE SPARK’S FLY : JENO’S VERSION

pre order : ongoing

release date : 11 | 25 | 23

summary : jeno was the calm before the storm, never letting his his smile ever turn sour. his touch was the warmth she never knew she needed and when his eyes turned into little crescents, sal thanked the moon that night for giving him such features that resembled. all things seemed fine, until she realized she yearned for that same smile too many have seen. scared, she runs from the feelings that knock on her door, unbeknownst that he was waiting for her to answer him.

taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @cutesince2000 @minkyuncutie @haechansbbg @luv4jeno @haechology @velvet-side @sseramine @tywritesstuff @sunflowerbebe07 @i6renj @e-forgettable @myhaechan @nyukyujs @naids4luv @daegalfangirl

I GO BACK TO DECEMBER : MARK’S VERSION

pre order : unreleased

release date : tbd

summary : graduation was something mark had been looking forward to since the day he started university, but he didn’t expect how hard it would be once he met joy. she was his sunlight, brightening his day each time they passed by each other. now that he’s been set off into the real world, joy has to face the struggles of dating someone you just don’t see all the time anymore.

taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @cutesince2000 @minkyuncutie @haechansbbg @luv4jeno @haechology @velvet-side @17ha @naids4luv

FOOLISH ONE : RENJUN’S VERSION

pre order : unreleased

release date : tbd

summary : renjun silently sat back, watching all of his closest friends spark relationships between each other. left wondering if there was anyone out there for him, neowa tries her best to show him how long she had been waiting for his attention to fall on her. but one can only wait for so long before the heart grows tired of hoping and renjun comes to realize it all too late.

taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @cutesince2000 @minkyuncutie @haechansbbg @luv4jeno @haechology @iraa567 @velvet-side @miniature-tragedy @naids4luv

a/n: i tagged hyucks taglist for the ones who want to know about the spin-offs

©︎𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍., 2023

#haechan smau #jaemin smau #jeno smau #mark smau #renjun smau #nct smau #nct dream smau #haechan fake texts #jaemin fake texts #jeno fake texts #mark fake texts #renjun fake texts #haechan angst #jeno angst #jaemin angst #mark angst #renjun angst #nct fanfiction #nct dream fanfiction #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fake texts #nct fake texts #nct au #nct dream au #haechan fluff #jaemin fluff #jeno fluff #renjun fluff #mark fluff

[vettelinyourarea]

hi there! i really like your works they are absolutely lovely! i'd like to request one for oscar piastri with enchanted by taylor swift but with his pov if it's fine. so enchanted basically about a guy who taylor was enchanted to meet but in this request i want it to be the opposite so it'll be oscar the one who was enchanted to meet the reader. the reader was a girl he went to school with and a kind of fall in love at first sight that he admired her silently as he never confessed his feelings to her. then it's been couple of years but he still trying to figure out how reader life is going even tho he's so busy with racing, how he missed those old school days knowing the fact the reader still likes to read the same as when he first met her in school library. he always remember her, his very first love and he always hope she's not in love with someone else. thank you!

enchanted - oscar piastri

genre: fluff

word count: 1,185

inspired by enchanted by taylor swift

warning: english is not my first language

thank you so much anon for the lovely request! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoy writing it 🫶

feel free to give me any feedback and sending in your requests!

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There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles, same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

Oscar never liked going to the school library, he always felt like it was the dullest place at school and would try to avoid it at all costs. That was until his friends forced him to join them and study there. “Come on Oscar, it’s not that bad,” one of his friends would say, trying to convince him.

So, there he was, sitting on a sofa available in the library with his laptop on his lap, trying to hold himself from falling asleep. Well, that was until he saw you, walking into the library and flashing the sweetest smile Oscar had seen to the nice librarian.

“Who is she?” he asked his friends.

“Oh, her? I have a class with her, she’s always here as long as it’s still open,” one of his friends would answer. 

And that’s how Oscar found himself going to the library every single school day.

Your eyes whispered, “Have we met?”

‘Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

It wasn’t until 3 months later that you two started talking with each other. Oscar still remembers that moment, it was a week before finals and the library was full of students trying to cram for the exams. He was sitting in his usual spot when you approached him that day, “Do you mind if I sit here? There is no empty spot left,” you said. All he could do was nod at you, not because he doesn’t want to talk to you, he was panicking. Is he supposed to start a conversation with you? Is he supposed to pretend like he didn’t know you?

“I saw you a lot in here,” you said, surprising him. Honestly, he was mostly surprised because you had initiated the first conversation, but he was also surprised that you noticed him. “Yeah, I’m here a lot these couple of months,” he said to you.

Let’s just say that it was the beginning of your beautiful friendship.

This night is sparkling, don’t let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

From the day you started talking, you and Oscar quickly become close friends. Having lunch together, hanging out with each other at the library, going to each other's houses, you named it. But still, Oscar never made any move to you that crossed the friendship line. Like many cliche romantic movies he watched with you, he was scared to make a move, he was scared to ruin the friendship he has with you.

Call him selfish for feeling this way, but he was okay with being just friends with you, as long as you don’t belong to anyone that is not him.

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder ‘til I’m wide awake

And now I’m pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I’d open up and you would say, “Hey”

It’s been two years since he dropped out of school and it’s also been two years since he last saw you. Having to move away from his home to pursue his dream of becoming a racing driver. It was 2 AM in Italy and Oscar just couldn’t fall asleep, he had tried everything. Counting sheep and drinking warm milk, still, nothing works. It was all because of a stupid question Arthur had asked earlier, “Who is your first love?” Arthur asked. And Oscar knew it was just an innocent truth-or-dare question, but still, that one single question reminded him of you, and he couldn’t help himself but wonder how you are right now. How are you feeling? Do you still wear the same stupid glasses he bought for you? What book are you currently reading?

It’s been a year since he last have a real conversation with you. With his crazy schedule and the time difference, the only thing you two had said to each other this past year are birthday wishes toward each other. Oscar only knew that you got into your dream university because of your posts on your social media page.

And Oscar had lost count of how many times he wished he has the gut to call you.

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

“It’s been two years Oscar, just move on already,” his friends would say to him. And oh how much he wished that it could be that easy to move on and forget about you. Even after many blind dates he went, he couldn’t help himself but compare those people with you.

He couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to go on a real date with you.

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

Oscar has never been a religious person, so he never thought he would pray for anything. But here he is, praying every night to whoever would listen to him. Praying that he will see you again and that his last goodbye to you is not the end of his story with you. He would pray that his last goodbye to you is just the beginning of a beautiful, never-ending love story. 

He would pray that you are still waiting for him to come home, to come back to you.

Please don’t be in love with someone else

Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

It wasn’t until 3 years later that Oscar got the chance to come home for a while. Maybe it’s a silly little wish, but he really wants to see you again when he’s back. He still prays every night for you, that no one else except him is waiting for you, that you are not in love with anyone.

It was a rainy Sunday morning when Oscar visited a bookstore owned by his cousin. The place was not busy, only one or two people came by each time. It wasn’t until an hour after Oscar came when someone came into the store, Oscar not bothering to even look at the visitor as he was busy replying to business emails he had spent so long ignoring. It wasn’t until he heard a voice so familiar to him, greeting his cousin. A voice that belongs to someone who never left his mind even after all those years being apart. And he had convinced himself that he was dreaming, that he just missed you too much.

“Oscar, is that you?” your voice had called out.

Not until you are standing in front of him does he realize that it wasn’t just a dream.

#f1 #oscar piastri #formula 1 #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri drabble #oscar piastri imagines #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 fluff #f1 fluff #formula 1 imagines #f1 imagines #formula 1 x reader #vettelinyourarea

[blkgirl-writing]

Conversations with the Moon

Gale Dekarios x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gale finds himself at the lake with a drink in his hand again, talking with the moon.

Authors note: This one is actually really good and easily my favorite i've made for bg3 Inspired by the absolutely amazing song, conversations with the moon by grantperez, this combines a few requests into one fic.

It was a blue mooned night, wonder happened on blue moons, simple as that. This blue moon no different than any other, but special, as Gale found himself on his seventh drink, leaned against a very cold rock, talking to the moon. Enticing his truths out of his lips like a sweet sweet melody. Words only alcohol and a friend could get him to mutter.

“I wish I could just tell her how incredible she is-“ his words slurred slightly, “she’s enchanting. Every word she speaks is like a charm” 

“A charm, hm?” The moon replied “you sound like a man deeply in love.”

“I can’t-“ Gale stuttered. “We haven’t even made it to baldurs gate, I don’t…I don’t even know how many days, weeks? It’s been.” 

The moon sighed, followed by an unmistakable “tsk”, peculiar considering it was the moon, but as he recalled it he was sure it happened. 

“Night after night, when I shine brightest, you talk to me, and always about her. Love is all I hear, just not in those words. Everything but those four words.” 

Gale huffed, grabbing his goblet from the ground, drunkenly swishing the red liquid around, some sloshing out of the rim. The moon only spoke truths, but he kept denying it. Over and over again.

“Do you try to scare me?” Gale but his lower lip softly, his small attempt to stop the words from leaving his lips. “To dangle the promise of love in front of me?“ 

“Do you try to punish me? I don’t know if this heart can take another crack..it’s destined to shatter, eventually. Soon enough…”

“You let the possibility of hurt ruin a lifetime of love and happiness with the woman who you will call soulmate?”

“soulmate…? Moon, you can’t mean“ Gale fumbled standing up, wobbling left before gaining his balance again. accusingly pointing at the blue moon itself like he had discovered a secret never meant for his ears.  “You said soulmate.”

“I did indeed. Very observant.” The moon said, the sassy tone ever so present. “I can tell you a million times if you’d like, but it is your decision to accept it and proceed” 

“You confuse me for a fool. She couldn’t ever…why would she..could…” Gales voice trailed off, his finger that was pointed up falling to his side. “She could never love me.”

“You bring your insecurities into your otherwise rational mind. That does not make a fool, just a deeply scarred man.” The blue moon continued, “but soon I will disappear. Do you want to spend another night talking to me, or the woman you care for.”

“I care for her.” Gale repeated, brushing his fingers through his hair, he cared. He cared if you got hurt, if you smiled at his stupid jokes. He cared if you walked next to him instead of the others, he cared so deeply and truly. 

He loved. He loved hard and true. He wanted to never be alone again, he wanted to show you his whole world, share his heart and learn yours through and through. 

“I do..I do love her.” He let out a sigh, relieved? Perhaps. “I can’t let my happiness….our happiness slip by.”

“Thank you, moon.” He smiled up at the sky, the sun moments away from peaking its head above, turning night to day in a flourish of colors. “I’ll tell her everything.”

Gale finally dared open his eyes, which were closed tightly as he recounted his night to you. His eyes still tilted downward, however, as, honestly? He was terrified of what his story made you feel. Joy? Happy to hear his confession? Guilt, perhaps? For having to let him down gently? 

“What do you think?”

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I have no future plans to make this a two parter.

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[hannahlovesluca]

T.S.

| In which you release an original song, Enchanted (t.s.), for Shu.

| WARNINGS: mild cursing, angst to fluff, mentions of sex, Shu being both a dick and an absolute sweetheart

“There I was again tonight, forcing laughter

faking smiles; same and tired lonely place..”

Shu’s heart pounded, he knew you were releasing your very first song; and he also knew the possibility that it may be about him.

You and Shu had a complicated relationship. One day, you’ll be cuddling in bed together, kissing, making love, even. The next, Shu refuses to talk to you. Ignoring you.

The truth was - he was so, so fucking scared.

Scared about his feelings towards you. He had never experienced this before. He was also scared that in the long run, he would lose you. The one person who made him feel safe, secure, happy.

“Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and

vacancy vanished when I saw your face…”

Your voice rang through his headset, he was so, so infatuated.

He thought back to the night you first got intimate.

His hand running down your hips to your thighs, your hands tangled in his hair. Soft grunts and groans being shared now and then… God, he craved for that to happen again.

”All I can say is,

it was enchanting to meet you.

Your eyes whispered, ‘Have we met?’

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me.”

The night you had very first met, was not when he debuted as a member of Luxiem, but was a year or so beforehand.

Shu does not like parties, he does not go to them. He got dragged to one by a friend. But, god, was he happy that he had gone.

When his eyes landed on your figure, he knew he had to talk to you. He knew there was something there.

He knew.

He knew.

He knew.

And god, was he right.

”The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy.”

The live chat to the premier of this song is going nuts. Superchats, members, akasupa’s even. The occasional NIJI member sending a message

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: OH MY GOD

Kyo Kaneko [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: OKAY I SEE YOU

Even people from other companies were going feral into chat. He wanted to say something - he really, really did. But he knew the song was for him, he knew you were in pain; and he knew he was the cause. His hands remain on his letter-less keyboard, trying to think of a message to send but nothing coming to mind.

“And it was, enchanting to meet you…

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you…”

Shu decided against joining the VC that was listening to your song live, afraid they’ll connect the dots.

Since when did he care what others thought?

Since when did Shu fucking Yamino even have romantic feelings for anyone?

He wants so badly to console you through the screen - tell you why he hasn’t been there for you… embrace you… give you his words of affirmation..

“This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, ‘Hey’”

Shu never wanted to admit this fact to anyone else, but he knew that you knew.

Shu had slight feelings for Petra.

I know, crazy right?

Petra did not return those feelings, she saw him as a brother and wanted to keep it that way. The feelings he had for Petra were nowhere near as big as the ones he had for you, of course.

Especially now, hearing the desperation in your voice.. The longing… The way his heart is pounding.

He knew.

He knew how much he loved you, and he knew he had to make things right.

”This is me praying that,

This was the very first page,

Not where the story line ends..

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see

you again.

These are the words I held back,

as I was leaving too soon..

I was enchanted to meet you.”

At this point, Shu was tearing up. God, he hated this. He hated this so much. He hated this stupid song, he hated his feelings, and most of all he hated you.

He hated you for making him feel this way.

He hated you for writing this beautiful song, he hated you for kissing him, he hated you for being so goddamn pretty.

He hated you.

Hated you so fucking much.

But fuck, he loves you.

He loves your smile, he loves the way your eyes crinkle when your laughing, he loves your voice, he loves the chokehold you have him in.

He knows.

He knows he loves you.

“Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you..”

As the song neared an end, Shu found himself sobbing into his hands, not daring to look up at the beautiful art displayed across his screen. He longed to hear your voice in a more appropriate manner, in a way that could reaffirm him.

He wanted you.

Scratch that, he needs you.

And he has to show you just how badly he does.

He tries to subside his crying, his vision blurry whilst he pulls up Discord on his center monitor.

He goes to your profile, staring at your beautiful, beautiful, profile picture.

It was a picture of you laying in his lap giving a peace sign, although no one besides him could tell whos lap you were in.

His fingers type away onto his keyboard, as soon as he sends his message, one from you comes in.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

#shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #songfic #luxiem x reader #luxiem #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #angst

[blorb-el]

Psssst does the au superbat fic exist bc I waaaaaaaaant it

I want it too 😭 tragically it only exists in about........4.5k scattered scenes which I try to poke at in between working on my main project rn!

misc worldbuilding scraps that are currently rotating on the back burner:

(omegaverse) human instinct relies on scent > hearing > taste > sight to find compatible partners, kryptonian instincts lean on sight > hearing > scent > taste, hence the mating markings

omegaverse humans have a much higher degree of face blindness than we normal humans do lmao

helps clark pass, the more he pulls his scent back the more it fades away, clark kent smells so dull/insignificant/mild that it seems like he's got a medical condition (hypomyrodia). jonathan kent had this. when jonathan and martha found bby kal, he was scared and tried to match scents to the two humans who found him, which caused his kryptonian scent to quickly fade. a hypomyrodic pup would probably face high abandonment rates and low adoption rates, so it was probably a relief that two willing parents brought the pup in

kryptonians all pretty much exist along a relatively smooth spectrum of sexual characteristics and can transition somewhat like clownfish if there's a hormonal imbalance in their community. having zero (0) other kryptonians around does things to clark before he grows the fortress and is able to synthesize hormone stabilizers

humans meanwhile have ten major sexes because betas can be true beta, alpha-leaning, or omega-leaning depending on their recessive genes

poison ivy is x100 more horrifying in any omegaverse world. she only manages to zop clark though bc the pollen is enchanted. however it's enchanted to induce primal alpha hindbrain, which means something very different to lone kryptonians than packbonded humans

it would have been the norm on krypton to have one's facial markings out. kryptonians would pull them back if they were sick, or perhaps terrified... primal hindbrain clark looking around and seeing nothing but non-glowing faces, and it coming across as everyone around him fucking terrified of him

for the first few months of their acquaintance clark is like. im not sure what gender batman is and at this point i'm not sure its ok to ask (he can smell past the concealing patches to bruce's strong omega scent but the patches could also be doubling as, like, the equivalent of binders, could be that batman's gender is null, but he mixes in diluted alpha cologne, but that could just be for concealment/intimidation....???)

sun-powered kryptonians have a strong, distinctively alien but somewhat alpha-smelling scent (when they're not pulling it back) but barely leave any on people they try to scent with, and scents barely stick to them. when clark politely explains this to bb dickie hes just like well i guess ill just have to scent you for longer! and clark goes 🥺

at this early point in the timeline barry is the only known omega superhero so the tabloids are huge into superflash

anyway all that's just kind of fluff/details... the core theme i've been rotating around is overcoming real and genuine barriers to intimacy. the loneliness of knowing you're a square peg in a world of round holes, the necessary compromises of sanding away your corners, the joy of meeting someone who will stretch to meet you where you are. there's a fair few excellent fics of bruce uncomfortable in an omega's role and body, i want to come at it from a perspective where a xenomegaverse clark has to define what gender means to him, in the heightened roles of the omegaverse. we are looking also at layers of passing. when parts of your closet become your armor that protects but encumbers you, and other parts become your exoskeleton, which grow into who you are. we are looking at that comic about the orchid that has the pattern on it meant to appeal to an extinct species of bee. we are looking at compromise made of love and compromise made of fear. and we are looking at tentacles baby.................

#OR WE WOULD BE LOOKING AT IT IF I HAD THE BRAIN SPACE FREE TO WRITE IT DOWN!!!!! #once wsbf is done. and the various pwps. and the kryptonian superbat au..... god that one's been on the back burner over a year lmao....... #reddest-x #thanks for the ask :^)

[bluelancess]

Untouchable | Elriel fic part 1/3

Summary: The inner circle is having one of their usual dinner parties, during which Azriel can't help but shoot death glares to Lucien across the table, Elain is the only one who manages to calm him down.

Tags: secret meetings, forbidden love, secret relationship

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Read on AO3.

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Chapter 1: This is falling in love in the cruelest way

The Townhouse was exceptionally quiet today, the only sound filling its empty walls came from Elain’s soft humming in the kitchen. It was a melody she had heard a couple of days back while strolling along Velaris’ farmer’s market. She thought it was sweet, sounded almost a little magical to her ears, she had stopped on her tracks to give her full attention to the street performers, marveling at the way their expert fingers played the instruments, and at how they could attract a large crowd after  only playing a single enchanting note. She was most definitely not doing the song justice, but humming helped her keep her mind away from dangerous black holes that always threatened to swallow her whole, the same way baking and gardening did. 

She was adamant on never letting her mind take her away again. 

Ever.

Elain put the final touches to the delicious meal she was cooking for dinner, and cleaned the palms of her hands on the front part of her light-blue apron. Roasted rosemary potatoes, grilled chicken with lemon zest, honey and mustard, various vegetables she had seasoned earlier; broccoli, peas, a tomato salad with basil and olive oil. 

Cooking kept her busy and occupied most of the time. And it filled her with joy to be able to be helpful in any way she could. Besides, today was one of the Inner Circle’s weekly dinner meeting. Rhysand made it almost mandatory, and considering everyone was busy doing their own thing nowadays, having an afternoon where they could catch up on everything else other than work-related subjects, was a refreshing change. 

Elain had dessert finishing baking in the oven, a blueberry crust pie she was going to  serve alongside some vanilla ice-cream and whipped cream, when Nuala and Cerridwen entered the kitchen, both walked as silently as a ghost would. It used to perturbe Elain at the beginning, them being so silent, but with time she had gotten used to their presence, their company. 

“The table is set,” Nuala said. “We can finish up here.” 

“Thank you,” Elain smiled at her, and slowly removed her apron. Cerridwen extended her hand towards her, so Elain could hand her the clothing item covered in flower. “Is Feyre still asleep?” 

Nuala nodded softly. “She and the babe, both.” 

Elain chewed on her lower lip, concealing the smile that had formed after picturing the image in her head. Feyre lying on her bed, Nyx resting on top on her chest, the tiny wings tucked in, his little chubby hands holding onto Feyre’s gown like he used to do when he slept in that position as if scared Feyre might put him in his crib as soon as he fell asleep. 

“I’ll go change,” Elain told them both, “then I can check up on them.” 

“We’ll clean up here.”

“Thank you.” 

With that, Elain exited the kitchen, and took slow, soft steps towards the stairs. She had already chosen the gown she would wear for dinner. A lavender satiny dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, with hug shoulders, long slit sleeves and a cirde skirt that reached a little under her ankles that flowed when she walked, making her her feel like a real-life fairytale princess. It was her favorite dress as of late. She hadn’t worn it for other people yet, she was waiting for an special occasion. 

This seemed like the right time. 

Considering Az would be here any minute. 

Just thinking about the Shadowsinger brought a wave of unbearable heat cursing through her, warming up her cheeks, her neck, her ears. She needed to learn to control herself, if she wanted whatever was going on between them to remain private. 

Any time she stopped to remember they way Az had looked that one night he came knocking on her window at three in the morning, her whole body shivered, the memory carefully stored in a special place in her heart. It had been the night everything shifted, everything changed, for her. For Azriel. 

No one knew about it. 

No one could. 

Elain had been awake twisting and turning on the sheets, as per usual since their moment at the Winter Solstice, that cursed night that some days, the bad days, she wanted to desperately forget. Forget the way he had touched her and made her light up with so much want, so much need… She had never felt so alive before. Only to end with him pushing her away, such a regretful look in his eyes, telling her that it had been a mistake. But then… there were the good days, those days were she thought about him and hoped, prayed to whatever had interest in hearing her pleas, to have a second chance. To ask him all the questions roaming her head. All the doubts eating at her. 

She never imagined he was feeling the same way. 

But then, as if he were almost as desperate as her, he’d come in the middle of the night, looking like he’d also had been tossing and turning, so many sleepless night catching up to him. She opened the window with her heart on her throat, and he whispered to her to come with him. Only for a moment. He begged with his eyes, a desperation that was so painfully palpable, Elain’s whole chest squeezed at the sight of it. 

Breathless, she took his hand that night. 

It was the first time he took her flying, just for the fun of it. They had made it a habit now. He would knock on her window, she would open it, and he would scoop her in his arms, kiss her brow and marvel at her laughs when he would take off, holding her close to him, showing her the sky. It was those moments, that made Elain feel like she was actually free. 

Elain opened the door to her bedroom, and froze at the threshold, her brown eyes going wide, her traitorous heart beating so fast it reverberated in her ears. 

Azriel brought his index fingers to his lips and it was pure luck she didn't scream when she saw him; sprawled on her bed, boots still on, his wings so big they barely fit the mattress. She licked her lower lip, feet glued to the floor. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive, and Elain’s cheeks warmed up. He chuckled, darkly, softly and motioned for her to come forward with his hand, she shook her head like she couldn't believe what he was doing. 

After taking a deep breath, Elain quickly looked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her. She didn’t have time to give a single step, before Azriel got to his feet, and closed the space between them in two exact and calculated steps. 

“You’re insane,” she breathed, lifting her head to look at him in the eyes, he was so tall, it never stoped amazing her, so tall, and so beautiful. Azriel hands went to her cheeks, holding her so gently as if he were scared to hurt her. 

“I missed you,” he simply replied, lifting a shoulder, one of his thumbs caressing her lower lip, his face getting nearer to hers, she could almost taste him. After a couple of weeks meeting in secret, delighting herself with his company, Elain had realized that Azriel liked to tease her. So much. He liked to take things so painfully slow, until she was barely breathing and begging him to touch her, to kiss her, to give her everything. “Just thinking about the fact that I have to sit on that dinner table, unable to touch you for hours, was driving me crazy.” 

Azriel left a phantom kiss on her right cheekbone, then moved to the bridge of her nose. Elain closed her eyes at the contact, savoring the feel of him. Her hands roaming him from his shoulders, down to the muscles of his chest. She loved the way his Illyrian leathers felt under her fingertips. She dreamed of the day she finally would have the opportunity to peel them off of him.

But she couldn’t. They couldn’t. 

Not yet. 

It was too risky, everyone would to know they had been together, their scents would mix, there would be no denying it. And although Azriel was usually cocky and confident when it came to the fact the he most definitely would win a blood duel against Lucien, she couldn't even fathom the idea of Az risking his life in that matter for her. Az kept distributing tiny kisses along her face, like he wanted to pain it all with his lips. It was certainly torture having to wait until they were finally free to fall into the lust consuming their bodies, their souls. But she was completely sure it’d be worth the wait. 

“So you decided to cheat and get a little taste before dinner?” She asked, and he hummed, as he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the right corner of her mouth. So soft, so gentle. 

“Hmm,” he muttered, “I was actually hoping you wanted to skip dinner altogether.” 

“Because that wouldn’t be suspicious.” He kissed the left corner of her mouth now, and a groan left Elain’s throat, Azriel ignored it and moved down to her jaw. “How long have you been here anyway?” 

“About half an hour,” he replied, voice low, no more than a rumble, but she heard it perfectly, felt it everywhere. He kissed right under her earlobe and Elain bit her lower lip hard, tying to conceal the moan escaping her. “You smell so good.” 

She melted against him the the words, reality crashing into her like a hard wave. Remembering where they were, who that house belonged to. 

“Rhys could get home any minute,” she breathed, he groaned at the name of another male leaving her mouth when he was licking up the column of her neck, her hands grasping his uniform as if she needed it to remain standing. Cauldron, he was killing her. 

“I don’t care,” Azriel replied, sucking gently at the sensitive, pale skin, his hands angling her head, exposing her neck just the way he wanted, the way he needed. “Maybe I should just leave a mark right here,” he whispered, and gently kissed right under her jaw. “Everyone can come to their own conclusions.”

“You wouldn’t.” She teased him, somehow, for some reason, the idea sparked something in her, something feral. She wanted him to claim her, to show everyone that she was his and he was hers. 

That they had chosen one another. 

Damn the consequences. 

 “Someday I will.” He told her, making it sound like a threat. He couldn’t hide the smile of surprise when she let out a breathy moan, as if she could just picture the idea in her head and loved it. 

Elain was about to just grab his beautiful face, get on her tippy toes, and steal a long kiss from his lips, when Azriel stepped away from her, so fast she almost lost her balance. A knock on the door had her spine straightening, her heart jumping. 

“El, are you there?” Feyre. It was her sister’s voice, still sleepy from the nap she had been taking with Nyx. 

She turned around, the door was behind her, she had been pressed against the wood by Azriel's solid body. She swallowed hard, running her fingers through her hair, her face, her neck, she could still feel Azriel lips on her skin, the wet strokes of his tongue, the little painless bites. She was definitely flushed. 

She looked over her shoulder, Azriel was nowhere to be seen, but in the corner of the room, right under the door that connected to her dressing room, a little shadow was peaking, sharp like a knife, as if getting ready to attack if she needed it to. 

“Elain?” Feyre knocked again, and Elain forced herself to take one, two long breaths before turning the knob and opening the door. 

“Sorry,” she told her sister. “I was about to change my clothes. They’re covered in food... you know, from cooking and all that.” 

Feyre yawned, her eyes were glassy and her cheeks rosy from sleep, Elain tried to block the view of the inside of her rooms, just to be sure. But Feyre ignored it, putting one of her hands on her sister’s shoulders and going inside, to lay face first on the bed. 

“Dinner smells so good,” Feyre murmured. “I’m so hungry the smell woke me up. Also, Nyx started to cry. He was hungry too.” 

“You had a good nap?” Elain asked, her voice sounded strange even to herself, but Feyre didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. 

“Yes, I needed it.” After a beat, Feyre sat on the bed and looked at Elain, the relaxed look on her face from the last couple of seconds going away in a blink. “Actually, I came to talk to you about something.” 

Elain took a couple steps towards her sister, sitting beside her on the side of the bed. “What happened?”

“I just spoke with Rhys, mainly to asked him what time he was coming home for dinner, and he mentioned to me Lucien is in the city. He came because he has some reports he need to give Rhys, and …” Feyre grimaced, she looked worried, almost guilty. “I know it makes you uncomfortable, so I told him to not even think about bringing him tonight before asking you.” 

Elain couldn’t hear anything. Couldn’t breathe. 

She hated this. Hated that cursed mating bond so much. 

All she wanted was to be free of that male, but it was like he didn’t know when to give up. No matter how many hints she sent his way, or the fact that she made it her mission to stay as far away from him as possible. He wouldn’t budge. 

She couldn’t understand how he could continue to pursue her, knowing that it wouldn’t get him anywhere. Lucien couldn’t be so naive to believe she’d change her mind with a couple of expensive gifts and awkward dinner parties where he didn’t even make the effort to see her, understand her. 

But, even if she wanted to say no, this wasn’t her house. Not really. 

It was her sister’s, and her mate’s. She was living there because they were kind enough to let her. Because they cared about her, yes, but that didn’t mean that sometimes, she wished she could have something that was entirely hers. 

Just hers. 

“Lucien is your friend, I don’t want you to not invite him because of me,” the words tasted wrong on the mouth, and the shadows slowly started gathering in the corners of the room, like steam from a boiling pot. 

“Are you sure?” Feyre’s face changed, glowing, “You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, I don’t want to ruin your night.” 

“You won’t. It’s fine.” She tried to give her sister a smile. The truth was, at this point, after everything Feyre had done for her and their family, Elain was willing to do, to endure, absolutely anything for her sister. It was the least she could do. 

No sacrifice seemed great enough. Not after everything Feyre had lost, suffered through for them. For her. 

She could be an adult and enjoy one evening with Lucien. Put on a smile, pretend everything was perfect and delicious, and she was happy. Because she was happy. More than ever. She just had to remind herself that once the dinner party was over, and the guests went home, she could return to her little room, and maybe, just maybe, Azriel would be waiting for her. 

And if he was, she’d ask him to take her flying. 

Feyre threw her arms around her sister and kissed her temple. 

“Everyone is getting here in fifteen minutes.” Feyre stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you downstairs.” 

Elain closed the door as soon as her sister left, and rested her forehead on the cool wood. She felt the spymaster presence at her back, his eyes piercing, his shadows surrounding the four walls of her rooms like he wanted to keep her there, all to himself.

“Did you know he was on the city?” She asked softly, turning around to see him standing right outside her dressing room. 

Azriel shook his head. 

“Rhys ordered me to take care of other business today,” he replied, his voice lethal, scarred hands curling into tight balls, shoulders tense. She approached him, and softly put the pads on her fingers in his hands, willing them to relax, to open up for her and let her in, hold her. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

“I can’t stand it,” he groaned. “I can’t stand the way he looks at you. The smell—“ Azriel took her hands into his, closing his fingers around hers tight, the muscle on his jaw flexing. 

“It’s not easy for me either.” 

“Then let’s not go,” he looked at her like he wanted to whisk her away, show her everything, run and run until no one knew who they were. "Let's go somewhere else, just you and me."

“Az…” His name sounded so charged coming from her lips, like a prayer, a promise, the sweetest of secrets, something she only said when it was the two of them, alone. “We can’t.” 

He let out a long sigh, and rested his chin on top of her head. 

“Don’t ask me to be nice, then,” he said.

“I wasn’t going to.” 

“Good.” 

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this is going to be a 3 part little one shot so enjoy &lt;3

#pro elriel #elriel #elain x azriel #pro elain #azriel x elain #acotar #azriel #elain archeron

[fluttershyflores2]

🩷 don't you dare fall in love with me 🩷

His stupid hair,

His silly smile,

His ridiculous laugh,

And those stupidly beautiful eyes that he yearned to see forever...

Ugh! He couldn't stand being around him, his mere presence made his chest feel warm...

But what was he saying?

A blushing Redson hid his head in his arms, his hair producing small flames from the strong reaction to what he was thinking. Over time, he had gotten to know a girl, nothing special when they first met, but he had realized that every little detail about her was enchanting.

From her rebellious stupid hair that seemed to have a life of its own, to her silly smile that lit up any room she entered, every time her ridiculous laugh echoed in his ears, he felt like the world was a happier place.

But what really made him tremble were her eyes, those stupid and beautiful eyes that seemed to read his soul and see beyond the facade he tried to show to the world. They were eyes that trapped him in a spell he didn't want to escape from.

However, despite all these feelings and thoughts that tormented him, Redson couldn't bear the idea of being by her side, not because he didn't love her, but because he feared that her mere presence would make him lose his composure and reveal what he truly felt for her.

He felt vulnerable and that scared him. What if she didn't feel the same? What if it was all just his stupid imagination and he was completely alone in this feeling?

With a sigh, Redson stood up from his spot and decided to confront his fears. He approached her, with trembling hands and a heart beating a mile a minute.

Redson: Hi - he managed to say, his voice a bit quieter than he expected -.

The girl turned around, surprised, and smiled when she saw him.

(Y/n): Hi Redson, how are you?

In that moment, all doubts disappeared and his fear transformed into bravery. He looked into her stupid and beautiful eyes and knew it was worth taking the risk.

Redson: I'm good, better now that I see you - he replied, with a nervous smile - I...I was looking for you.

She laughed, that ridiculously beautiful laugh he loved so much, and Redson knew he had made the right decision.

(Y/n): Don't be surprised, but I was also looking for you.

Redson: Wow, what a strange coincidence.

From that day on, he never hid his feelings again, even if his hair continued to burn intensely whenever she was near. He knew it was worth it. Because, despite everything, his stupid hair, silly smile, and ridiculous laugh were the most wonderful things he had encountered in a long time.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #Imk #Imk x reader #monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #redson #redson x reader #Imk redson x reader

[aphroditesmoon]

sea, swallow me (part II)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 3

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

a/n: if u can't swim irl its okay, me neither, thats why we have fanfics, to pretend we can.

taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart , @bellstwd , @dianxiaxiexie

♧♣︎♧

They'd all call you a liar and a child if you'd tell them that from where you're standing right now, inside of your father's study with Rhaena, you could hear the ocean waves vividly. You could feel them splash onto the sand as clear as it sounds in your ears.

But unfortunately, the enchanting sounds of the sea had been cut short once your father started to speak. "No." A short but loud enough answer to send shivers on your skin. "It doesn't have to be long, she could sail back here after a moon-"

"You wish her to leave for a whole moon?" He asks in a storm of a voice, silencing Rhaena. "I've kept her here for her own protection. You have no idea how much we've already compromised with the feast-"

"Then why have it at all?" The younger girl snaps, out of anyone's expectation. "Why go all the way for the damn feast just to lock her up again? Do you ever intended to ever let her see outside of Driftmark?" She challeges him boldly. He is quiet.

"And what of marriage? She is two and twenty. Will you ever wed her to anyone?"

You turn your face down, avoiding looks from either of them. "Never." You hear him whisper, too low for Rhaena's ears. "You don't understand anything, you are a child. "

"I am no child, and you shall not treat me as one! What will happen once you die? Who will she have then?" Corlys slaps his hand loudly againts the desk as he gets up. "That is enough, I'll have you here no more, go pack your things like you should. My answer is final." Rhaena opens her mouth to defy him again but pauses when she feels you pulling her by her arm. You gently lead her out the room and pressed a kiss by her temple before shutting the doors close.

You walk towards Corlys the same time you hear Rhaena walks away from the chamber. Your father eyes your movements, as if scared you'd jump him. "You think me cruel." He says matter of factly. You shook your head once you're in front of him. "I think you're irrational." The man sighs loudly at the sound of your voice and slumps himself on the chair.

"I can take care of myself." He raises a brow at you. "I don't doubt it. But these men, they- what if they started asking the wrong questions? What will you say then?"

You squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. "I'll say nothing. And I'll walk away."

"That's not good enough." The wind was howling so strongly that the curtains was flowing inside from the window. "It's good enough to me! Rhaena is right, I am trapped here, I have nothing, no purpose, no one who needs me." He nears you with a sadness in his gaze. "I need you." "No you don't." You roll your eyes. "In 5 days you'll leave to sail for god knows how many moons, and I'll be left alone again- and don't say I have Rhaenys, I do not."

Your father turns quiet again before turning his back from you. "I love you, and I know more than you do of this world. Leave and never ask me of this again."

You were stunned by his conclusion. A bitter laugh spills from your throat. "You're kidding me?" He says nothing.

"I ask for this one thing. One thing, and you can't even do this for me." You move towardd the door to leave him until he calls for you again. "Wait-"

You twist your neck to look at him, cheeks wet and eyes angry. "You were gone last night. Rhaena said she couldn't find you. At the same time Baela had trouble searching for Jacaerys-" you sigh loudly. "Are you really asking me what I think you are?" Your voice was hostile and mean. "I do not wish to make assumptions-"

"Then don't. I was in my chambers, I wasn't feeling well. And as for the prince, how would I know?" That seemed a good enough answer to satisfy Corlys as he asked nothing more before you slammed his door.

A cage was what these beautiful walls are to you. Once upon a time you had thought it enough. Now, you wanted more.

♧♣︎♧ what happened that night

The night of the feast was better than the eve of it. You weren't lying when you said that you've left to your chambers. You did for a good few minutes. Before you snatched your coat and slipped through the window.

Your feet was fast and strong, a swimmer's feet, Laenor once joked. A sharp pain attacked your chest. How peaceful the night sea was when everyone is inside. You could still hear the distant music and laughing crowds. It was beautiful.

The moon felt like a mirror as you stepped one foot at a time inside the water, walking towards the giant reflective shape. You slipped the coat over yourself, and then ducked into the water, swimming further and further before sinking down.

Jacaerys was slow. His hands were quicker, a knight's strength. His father once told him. He's not sure if it's true anymore.

He had hid behind the walls of the corridor that led to your room, waiting for you to leave. When he heard no sounds, he moved toward the stone railing that gives him direct view to the ocean. He sees something huddled on the sand, something that looked like your dress. So he doesn't think twice like he usually does and makes a quick escape down to the sea.

Once he's finally down to the sands, he jogs towards what he then confirmed are your clothes.

"My lady?" He calls out to nothing. There wasn't any sight of you anywhere. If you were swimming, how far could you have gone? "A pretty bad time to swim." He mutters to himself.

Picking up your dress, he puffes it and shook the sands out before swinging it over his shoulder. I'll wait. He tells himself. No one can swim underwater for that long.

So he does. Sitting down on the sand, he lets his eyes do the roaming, trying to spot you in the clear empty sea. Little waves were all there were for a while. Until soon a minute and two passes, and even the waves are dying down, he starts to worry.

Did you drown yourself? On purpose? Is that why this whole feast was held for? A last goodbye party before you killed yourself? He jumps up and throws your your dress off before taking his thickly sown clothes along.

Jacaerys is running into the water now, he's moving as fast as he can, searching through his left and right for any signs of you. The water was reaching his waist now, he takes a deep breath and dives in. He swims slowly, eyes wide open as he searches all around him. Once his lungs feels as though they've caught fire, he gives in and rises back up, coughing out water.

"My lady?" He yells slightly, still coughing. "My lady?" He tries again louder, walking further into the sea.

His heart was beating so fast he was sure it'd jump out. She's dead at the bottom of the ocean. Because you're too late.

His fingers were clenching at his side, shaking whilst also feeling the urge to punch someone. Once his breath has recovered themselves, he stares straight at the moon, and calls out for you again.

"My lady-" "Why are you yelling?" A voice beside him shouts.

Jacaerys jolts and turns to his left, taking in the view of your head above the water on his further left. "My lady." He gasps out, a relieved sigh leaving him.You watches as his body relaxes and he starts to walk towards you.

"What are you doing? Its half past midnight." He scolds you like a child, the strangeness between you both makes it feel worse, earning him a frown from you. "What's it to you?" You snapped, backing away from him when he's close. Jacaerys almost backs away when he remembers you were naked, but halts when he sees the white material covering you. "What- did you bring a coat? To swim?" Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to defend yourself but nothing came.

"It helps me swim." You decided finally.

He stares at you as if you're crazy. "Oh my god, I was right. You were trying to kill yourself." Your frown deepens and you raise your hand to slap his bicep before swimming further from him. "Why would I do that, you idiot? And what are you doing here? Following me and making accusations, I should tell my father of your behaviour." You yell louder at him.

He's startled by the confidence in your voice, a few minutes ago, he was certain you were mute, now he's been proven wrong. "You- you can talk." He breathes out, the realization hitting him late. "Why wouldn't you talk earlier?"

You shook off strands of your wet hair off your face. "Because I don't like talking to stupid men." Jacaerys bursts out laughing, againts his better judgement. "And such blatantly rude way of talking too!" He's bewildered by his discovery of you. "You think you're so funny? We'll see who's laughing when my father hears of this."

"I thought you tried to kill yourself! And with that heavy arse coat, you probably were. Have you tire of your life so much or did Dalton Greyjoy's annoying voice made you think the only way it could disappear from your memory is by death?"

He thought he'd done it then. Jacaerys was anything but courteous as the moment, but he had to ask, the whole situation was so amusing and bizarre that he had to. But then he notices your eyes squinting together whilst the frown had disappeared, and your lips were no longer pouting, it was grinning widely.

You were laughing. In fact, he's sure you could've woken up a deadly whale by your laugh. Not for how loud it was, but for how beautiful.

He's never heard anyone laugh like a melody. He understood now the songs he heard written of sirens luring sailors to their ends. For he'd drown there and then if you'd ask him to, with the same voice. You laughed again when you saw how stupidly he was smiling at you.

You're both in the deep waters, half naked with the moon at your feets. And you wondered if anyone had even noticed your disappearence or have wines made it's effect on them. "You're shirtless." You spoke then, after you've calmed down. His cheeks pinked as he puts on an annoyed face. "I- I was going to save you." You laughed again, right on his face as you finally swam closer.

"Alright, you can stop laughing now, we need to get back." You laughed louder, receiving a sigh from the young prince who finally gave up and moved toward the dry sands.

He snatched his clothing fast before putting it back on, squintinng at your floating head as you still stayed in the water. "Come on, get dressed." He tried to tell you as strict as he could sound. "I'm not changing in front of you, squid hands." His head jolts back at the insult. Were you calling him touchy or were you insulting his hands?

"Wha- you know, just- here's the dress, alright? I'll turn around."

He did as he said as you dressed yourself quickly and started walking to the castles without saying anything. The prince chases after you once he notices you've walked off, his footsteps making a mark on the sand. "What, no more talking?" You say nothing and shoved him off until he falls onto the sand when he tries to goad you.

Your face turns to your side as you try to hide your laugh when you hear him rolling off the grounds with a loud oof. "I'll get you for that-" he yells, voice sounding distant as you scrambled to the nearest stairs to your room, away from him.

♧♣︎♧

The first time you've been on a ship, was a few moons after you were claimed as Corlys' bastard. He wanted to see how you'd react to the sea. And his heart skipped when he sees how much you adored it and the ship. It was a sail to Kingslanding, you came with guards on your own, the queen's face was one so blurry, you can't recall how she looked like. But she was kind, despite the stern edge in her voice.

You were locked in a given chamber and had not seen or met anyone else besides the servants. Once time was up, you went back home with your father.

You never told him, or anyone. But being on that ship had brought back nightmares of your mother's death. Sailors were going mad that day. You were only 5, your mother and many other sea creatures had been caught by sailors. And not the usual ones.

Royal sailors.

They were more violent than the usual ones, they threw back many dead sea animals into the sea again. You presumed they weren't deemed good enough for the royalties. Your mother had disappeared for two days, she wasn't caught with the others and was instead snatched during her run from them. A singular harsh net pulled her up, and you saw the large but less noisy ship took her away from you.

When she finally came back, it was in the form of a corpse, and a woman. Her selkie coat was gone, and she had a straight line of a wound in between her chest. Dried up blood stained her along with your unseen tears.

If Corlys had known, he'd be much more insistent in seperatimg you fron the Targaryens, as it was their sigil on the ship.

But you were too young to be sure of what you'd seen, and too confused to point fingers towards anyone.

Evening had come, It was time for Rhaena to leave to Dragonstone with her family. You weren't going to send her off with your father as planned. You refuse to. That'll show him.

Dressed in your nightdress already, you groaned lowly when you heard a knock on the doors of your chambers.

You waited 10 seconds before walking up to answer it, counting with your fingers so you wouldn't seem desperate or too quick to accept your father's apology.

You almost flinch when the door opens to reveal Daemon Targaryen. He looks as confused as you are as he takes in your already sleepy appearance. "Why aren't you dressed to go yet?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Ah." Daemon relaxes and hia knowing smirk returns to his face. "He purposely didn't tell you, that old cow. I've talked to your father, he's allowing you to come."

You continue to stare at him dumbly. Was he trying to kidnap you without your father's knowing. "I speak the truth when I tell you, he said yes. I also speak the truth when I say that the ship is leaving soon and you have barely half an hour to get dressed and packed."

Your eyes widen at the time given and spared him no thanks before you slam the door on his face and rush to your closet.

Was that all it took? A few insults (probably) from the rogue prince to get him to surrender? It didn't matter. You were leaving this box of a life, and you were going to make friends out of these people.

When the sharp memory of Jacaerys' face flashes on your mind. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to forget him. Soon enough after seeing his face on a daily, you'll tire of him. You're sure of it.

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #house of the dragon #jacaerys velaryon #hotd x reader #jace velaryon x reader #house of the dragon x reader #game of thrones #jace targaryen x reader #hotd #jacaerys targaryen

[little-diable]

Love's twisted embrace - Tommy Shelby

Y'all voted on this pairing, so I hope y'all like this! I adore writing historic fics (says the historian), I think it worked quite well with Tommy. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader's family is at war, fighting against Tommy's father. But while both are expected to hate one another, to strengthen their families, the two cherish their forbidden love.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, mentions war (nothing explicit), angsty because of the surrounding topics, set in the middle ages

Pairing: Historic!Tommy Shelby x historic!fem!reader (2.7k words)

Dearest Tommy,

Forgive me for the audacity of my quill as it dares to convey the tumultuous emotions that have become the very essence of my existence. In the darkest recesses of my heart, where secrets and desires intertwine, I find myself entangled in a web of affection, with tendrils as delicate as moonlight, yet as binding as a fateful spell. It is with the utmost trepidation that I dare to commit these thoughts to vellum, knowing full well the consequences that may befall our forbidden love.

As the ink bleeds onto this pristine canvas, I confess, my heart weeps with a sorrow so profound that it resembles the dirge of a soul trapped in purgatory. For you, my dear, have become the cursed temptation that consumes my every waking moment, as I tread the thin line between virtue and forbidden excitement. The mere thought of your visage, graced by the soft glow of candlelight, beckons my spirit towards a realm where darkness and desire entwine.

(Y/n)’s hands were trembling, rushing the words she wanted to perpetuate on the vellum. Her heart was pounding, ears focusing on the noises she could pick up on, the voices echoing through her parent’s home. She was filled with fear, scared that somebody would find her like this, writing a love letter to the man she had been in love with for months, years even. 

Their love was anything but enviable, a secret love, a love they couldn’t tell a living soul about. With their families at war, fighting against one another, (y/n) and Tommy were expected to strengthen their families, not to go behind their backs, to betray them. A foolish act of love Tommy and (y/n) could be killed for. 

Tears welled up in her eyes whenever she thought of Tommy, knowing that she’d leave her home this very evening, riding with her sisters and maids towards her father’s camp, the ruling lord that wanted to get rid of Tommy’s family, wanted to get his hands on their wealth, on their land, on their servants. A greedy man that only cared about himself, about all the riches this very life could offer him. 

In the hallowed halls of my mind, I find solace in the stolen glances and clandestine whispers we exchange, like a nocturnal symphony that resounds in the depths of my very being. Yet, beneath this enchanting facade, there lies a tempest of uncertainty, raging like a stormy sea that threatens to engulf my fragile heart. Does the echo of my affections find its way to your soul, or am I but a specter of fleeting infatuation, doomed to haunt the corridors of your thoughts?

It is the burden of these unspoken desires that weighs heavily upon my conscience, like the damning weight of secrets buried beneath a withering rose garden. In the grand tapestry of society, our love is a blemish, an aberration to be shunned and suppressed. But can the heart truly be tamed by the laws of decorum and propriety? Can it be so easily silenced, like a siren's song, when its melody resonates with the very essence of our souls?

The memory of the day where she had crossed paths with Tommy for the first time was still fresh in her mind, a day as clear as the night sky in winter nights. He had sparked a fire within her burning soul, had forced her to surrender, without having to speak one single word. It had been pathetic, a foolish woman offering her everything to the man she was supposed to hate. A man she had only felt love towards, not daring to move away from him.

He had robbed her of her honour within the first few days of knowing one another, she had begged him to touch her, to leave his marks on her trembling body. Sins the good Lord would make them pay for, souls burning in the fires of purgatory, of the eternal realm they wouldn’t be able to escape from. But she’d rather endure the pain of her sins than having to let go of the man she loved.

“(Y/n)? We leave soon, you need to come out of your chambers.” Her sister’s voice echoed through the hallway, forcing (y/n) to tense, eyes rereading the last sentence she had scribbled down. She felt her heart in her throat, choking on the words she still needed to write, finding solace in the thought of trusting one of her maids with the letter, knowing that she’d be the one to give it to Tommy. 

Alas, my dearest, the love that burns within me, with its ethereal flames and forbidden allure, knows no bounds. It devours my every thought, ravaging my spirit with a relentless hunger. Like a fading star, I find myself yearning for your presence, your touch, your whispered words of passion that echo within my fevered dreams. But I fear that these desires shall remain naught but echoes, mere phantoms of longing that torment my sleepless nights.

I beseech you, dear recipient of my heart's deepest affections, to consider the weight of my words, and to heed the echoes of a love forbidden yet irrepressible. In this world of shadows and secrets, where the flickering candlelight casts eerie silhouettes upon our shared desires, I dare to hope that you too harbour a flame that burns as brightly as mine.

Forever yours, in love's twisted embrace,

(Y/n)

……

Exhaustion clung to her body as (y/n) arrived at her father’s camp. The smell of mud, blood, and ale hung in the air, crawling up her nostrils without a warning, making the young woman choke on every breath she inhaled into her aching lungs. They had been on the road for hours, riding through the pain begging them for a break, needing to feel the ground beneath their feet. A silent plea they hadn’t been able to give into, knowing that it was too dangerous for so many women and only a few guards around to travel through this part of the country. 

“Come, I’m sure father wants to see us.” (Y/n) was dragged through the camp by her sister, clumsily following her with quivering limbs. She struggled to keep up, feet about to sink into the muddy ground, wondering how these warriors managed to survive in these conditions. Her eyes found her father’s from afar, taking in his dark eyes, the towering frame she had always feared, very well aware of the anger thumping through his veins. 

“There you are, just in time! Tomorrow we will win, we will kill Arthur and his foolish sons.” (Y/n)’s breath hitched in her chest, tears threatening to well up in her eyes at the mere thought of losing Tommy. No longer could she concentrate on her father’s taunting words, on the promises he spoke to them and to the Lord listening in on their every conversation. (Y/n) wouldn’t be able to survive without Tommy close, without the body she found in moments of weakness, the fingers stroking up her limbs, the lips speaking wordless promises she clung to. 

“Tonight we will pray. Tonight we will feast. And tomorrow we will kill. Kill in the name of our benevolent God, in the name of our honour, in the name of our family. We will own riches our eyes haven’t yet been able to admire. We will own lands far away from home, protecting our family from those that dare to move closer. And we will find suitable husbands for you to strengthen the name of our family.” Her father’s booming words cut through her skin like blades set to kill her, leaving marks on the body only Tommy was allowed to touch. Her throat tightened up, unable to reply, unable to mimic the joy filling her sister’s features, the excitement the young woman felt. 

“Excuse me, I am in need of some rest.” She spoke the words with a trembling voice, not waiting for her father’s reply, pushing past her sister. The cold air nibbled on her skin, embracing the woman that had to hold back her tears. She’d rather die than lay with a man who wasn’t Tommy, would rather disappear from earth’s ground than give into a loveless marriage. (Y/n) found no excitement in the future laying ahead of her, found no excitement in the thought of entering the bond of matrimony, at least not with a man who wasn’t Tommy. 

(Y/n) found her way to her tent, guided by one of the maids following her. The two women didn’t dare share any words, allowing (y/n) to sort through her racing thoughts. Should she run? Disappear with the night's shadow guiding her, allowing her to blend in with the darkness? Would she make it across the field, finding Tommy before the rising sun could drench the horizon in a colour as bright as the blood pouring out of wounds of fallen knights? 

“My lady,” her maid’s voice ripped (y/n) out of her trance. Her eyes flickered up to take in the features of her most trustworthy friend, the one that had been trusted to find Tommy, to give her letter to him. A small “Leave us” was whispered to the other maids, watching them hurry out of the tent, allowing the two women to exchange their secrets. “I gave him your letter, he misses you dearly. He promised that he’d fight for you, that he’d stay alive for you.” 

Tears rolled down (y/n)’s cold cheeks, hand darting out to grasp her maid’s hand. She wept in silence, clinging to every heavy breath leaving her, speaking silent promises only the howling wind could pick up on.

One prayer after another rolled off her tongue, he couldn’t die, he couldn’t. 

……

“(Y/n)?” She woke from her sleep with a gasp, eyes finding a pair of icy blue ones. A gasp left her, arms finding their way around his neck, pulling Tommy closer. His raspy chuckles echoed in her ears, hands finding her lower back, pulling her even closer.

“What are you doing here? Did anybody see you?” Her whispers were swallowed by the kiss he pressed against her lips, successfully shutting her up. (Y/n) felt her heart picking up its beat, roaring in her chest, hoping that he’d pick up on its call. 

“I had to see you, I won’t be able to fight for my life without knowing you still want me, without touching you one last time.” (Y/n) could only shake her head, murmuring a soft “It won’t be the last time” against his lips. She kissed him again, slowly laying back down on the fur covering the cold ground, pulling Tommy with her. He parted from her to unsheathe his sword, placing the weapon down on the ground. 

Her thin nightgown was pulled from her frame, naked body exposed to his darkening eyes, allowing Tommy to study the forbidden fruit, the body he shouldn’t touch and yet couldn’t stop dreaming of. It was a dangerous game they were playing, and yet neither Tommy nor (y/n) dared to stop. His cold lips kissed their way down her throat, leaving marks on her naked chest, on the breasts he kneaded with skilled fingers. 

“Oh please, promise that you’ll never stop touching me.” Her words were laced with desperation, forcing a few chuckles out of Tommy. It took him a few moments to reply, not daring to let go of her just yet, trying to prolong their hours together. 

“I promise that I’ll fight for you till God calls me from this life. I promise to defend your honour if I have to.” She couldn’t reply, weighed down by the severity of his words, of the promises he spoke before he undressed, showing his naked body to her eyes. (Y/n) had traced his scars numerous times before, listening to the stories they told, the stories filled with pain, anger, and confusion. A deadly mixture that left her heart clenching in her chest. But today her eyes couldn’t help but focus on the new scars gracing his body, the dark purple bruises covering his ribs, and the wounds that were tightly wrapped up. 

An unfamiliar kind of anger flushed through (y/n), anger directed at her father, at her brother, and the men fighting for the two. Tommy’s fingers found her chin, redirecting her gaze to stare into his eyes, getting lost in the bright blue that reminded her of places the bards sang about, places that knew no anger, no pain, no war. 

“I promise to love you till you no longer want me to. I promise to wed you, shall I survive the upcoming battle.” A sob wrecked through (y/n), lips finding his to silently communicate the gratefulness she felt. His skilled fingers disappeared between her thighs, finding her aching cunt, the arousal dripping from her. 

(Y/n) had to bite down on her lower lip, keeping herself from giving into the pleasure driven sounds wanting to escape from her flesh cage. He didn’t give her much time to adjust to his touches, the fingers she hadn’t felt pressed against her skin in weeks, needing to feel her wrapped around his cock. One of his hands found hers, fingers interlaced as he pushed into her, groaning into the crook of her neck. 

His thrusts were driven by their need for one another, by the pleasure filling their every vein, bodies trembling whenever they met. No words left the two, not daring to part their lips in fear they’d be too loud, catching the attention of those sleeping in tents close by. Their eyes spoke to one another, of the fear to part ways, not knowing what was laying ahead of them, of the fear to let go, not knowing if they’d ever be fortunate enough to share their bed again. 

Sweat was pearling on their foreheads, forming beads reminiscent of rosaries, praying to the God that listened to their every thought, to their every demand. Both wouldn’t last long, needing to give into the heat filling them, letting go with pleasure drunken features and trembling bodies. 

(Y/n)’s teary eyes didn’t dare flutter close, not wanting to miss the moments rushing by, the adoration swimming in Tommy’s pupils. A smile tugged on his lips as he met her gaze, staring down on (y/n) as he felt her walls flutter around his cock. He let go of her fingers to sneak his hand between their bodies, circling her clit, pushing her closer and closer to her high. 

“Let go for me, love.” His whispers gave her the final push, letting go with her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth drawing blood from her lower lip. His hips kept snapping against hers, driving his cock deeper into her tightness, set on chasing his own release. Tommy pulled out of her before he could let go, painting her thighs white with his cum, marking her in the most sinful way. 

The two were heavily breathing, eyes searching one another, slowly but surely realising that their time together was now coming to an end. No words were spoken as he cleaned her, no words were spoken as he redressed, tightly clinging to his sword. 

“I will see you again, either tomorrow when we’ve won the battle, or when your time on this earth comes to an end, we will be heaven bound.” One last kiss was shared between the lovers before (y/n) watched Tommy disappear, making her wonder if he had truly had just visited her or if it had been a dream, and nothing more.

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader

[darushi-chan]

MORE HOTD REPTILES AU 🤗 EDIT: After I took a nap I checked the post on my phone and the quality of the image looked like crap, dont know if it is my damn phone or what, but just to make sure I divided the strip in parts, now it looks fine in my phone, I like looking at Vhagar the komodo dragon in good definition ok xD? Also Arrax with his cute little crown. Im in pain, I commited myself and finished this in almost 3 days, never again lol. Headcanons time: -If you follow my other posts you know Aemond and Luceyrs are roommates, Aemond lied and said Vhagar “was friendly” so Luke will stay with them, he had been very careful and nothing happenned for like 3 weeks, but the one time he went jogging and didn’t make sure Vhagar’s enclosure was properly closed something happened.  -His “Lucerys it’s in danger” sense tingled and he came back in time to prevent disaster, but Luke saw Vhagar in his room. -Lucerys knows Vhagar its not “friendly”, but he also wanted the roommates situation to work, so he feigned ignorance and trusted Aemond, after all Vhagar did listen to him, most of the time.  -Vhagar did want to have snack time so bad 😞, but she also loves her almond, so no eathing the tiny dragon, Arrax its “her friend” now, and shes also a new member of Luke’s youtube videos! Plenty of new subscribers thanks to that 😂. -Yes, their silly costumes are a little bit of an hommage to their HOTD real characters, after all we do love to make Luke and Aemond queen and king (Or kings) in a lot of fics 😋. -Also also, yes Luke its wearing crocs with cute charms on them, I also love jogging pants, very comfortable 😌. -Vhagar its inded as tall as Luke when she stands, she’s a full grown Komodo, my doberman its as tall as me when he stands, so I think that makes it possible, I’m like 1.60 m,  5.25 feet, so yeh. -After this Vhagar and Arrax become really good friends indeed, they take walks together with Luke and Aemond, they sunbathe, Luke makes videos with both of them from time to time, they also play catch and chase together, this scares Luke a little, but Vhagar will not hurt Arrax, they are important to her know, Aemond likes them, so does she. -The costumes and videos are a little bit tedious, but Luke makes sure to never do something she hates, and Aemond always gives her special treats and cuddles after them, she also gets a fanbase that sends her gifts! Luke says she’s a star now 😘. -MOre lore that keeps me awake at night: Targ special pet companions Need to be a reptile or amphibian+ blood magic with a Targ blood family member sample, usually blood+ some other secret enchantments. Usually, the parent will bring their baby or child and be shown a wide variety of options, specifically eggs, and if there’s a connection with one or more, they are taken and can go through a series of trials and blood magic rituals, and the one that hatches at the end it’s the one that goes with the client. This process can take some time and specially lots of money from the client. Also, it can only work with people from Valyria, the only ones that can really afford this type of thing are the Targs and their blood family members. They may or may not also have a very restrictive contract with the dragon keepers for this kind of service too, hehe. Driftmark incident and bonding with Vhagar!: Alicent lets Viserys have his way with Aegon and Helaena, they got their pet companions since very young, she agreed since both were also relatively safe options, but then he started to get sick and wasn’t as able as before. She never liked this tradition the Targs had, just looking at Rhaenyra’s Syrax, or even worse, Laena’s Vhagar, the seven forbid one of her kids bonds with a monster like that, so with Aemond she gets more control of what her son get access to bond with, small geckos, frogs, turtles…safe and/or small companions, but none of those take, time passes and then Aemond decides he wants to have a big crocodile like his father, Alicent hates the idea, she wasn’t a Targaryen, so she really didn’t believe it was safe. But no matter what other small safe reptiles Aemond was shown none of them reacted. Aemond knew why, he didn’t want any of those “safe” companions, Aegon and Jace won’t stop bullying him with one of those, he needed something that commanded respect, not something “small and safe”. More time pases and Aemond still doesn’t have a pet companion, Alicent stops trying, and he gives up a little. The day of the funeral the kids dare Aemond to go into Vhagar’s enclosure. He accepts and goes into Vhagar’s room at Daemon and Laena’s house, there he finds this really big lizard he has never seen before. The dragon keepers haven’t shown him anything like it, and even if it’s not a croc, he knows this would definitely do, his excitement goes away when he kind of feels the creature’s sadness. He starts to sing her a Valyrian lullaby (The one Daemon sings to Vermithor), and this catches Vhagar’s attention, she goes out from her enclosure and Aemond touches her snout (Like in how to train your dragon, hehe) while he says Lykiri and Dohaeras (Like in the show!). Vhagar can sort of feel the connection, but we still need the blood for it to be completed. Cue the other children. Aegon and Jace can be a little bit mean and feel kind of “attacked” (Inferiority complex it’s that you?), that Aemond it’s getting a good reaction from Vhagar, they weren’t expecting that after all, and because children can be little shits they enter the room and try to make fun of Aemond for singing Vhagar a lullaby, Vhagar has never seen this other children before and doesn’t like all the noise so she goes back to her enclosure. Rhaena and Baela are not vibing that much with the bullying, neither does Luke, but then Aemond gets mad and lashes at everyone, telling them they have lame companions, how they wish they could have something as cool as Vhagar, especially the idiot Strong bastards. Luke and the girls are sad and crying and answering their own mean things to Aemond and then everyone its fighting. Aegon knows their parents are gonna kill him if something happens, so he runs away in search of the adults. There is some stuff used to feed Vhagar in the room (Gloves, scissors, thongs and stuff like that) and in the struggle those things end up in the floor with Aemond and Jace, Aemond grabs the scissors and slashes them around in desperation and ends up cutting Jace a little. Its then that Luke, that was comforting Laena and Baela after they got punched in the squabble, sees this and gets scared, and ends up pushing Aemond, he trips around the mess and pierces his eye with the scissors, by then the adults arrive and all hell breaks loose. While everyone screams, Vhagar gets close to Aemond and licks some of his blood from the floor, Laena its dead, and she likes this feisty hatchling, so the bonding gets completed. Still, the adults are fighthing, but the kids get to say the truth about the taunting and the mean words and Alicent, Rhaenyra and Viserys see the damage that has been done through the adults mean remarks and hatred. So yes, they are all very mad, and are not in the very best terms then, but they all decide to start going to family therapy, so not everything goes to shit in a couple of years, this way Lucemond and Jacegon can still be a little bit toxic, but nobody needs to die, ok? Also Alicent freaks out and almost passes out when she sees the monstruosity sitting at her son’s side, that makes everyone go back to their rooms, lol. 

#lucemond #simple comic that almost makes me lose a hand #lol #Im going away on a trip this friday #so i really wanted to finish this before wednesday #its wednesday and 3 am now #but i finished before #so its fineeeeee #i have a lot more of ideas i want to draw! #but that will have to wait till next week when i come back #vhagar the komodo dragon #arrax the bearded dragon #hotd reptile AU #a little bit of #jacegon #i need sleep #but it wont come #halp

[percheduphere]

something I've been wondering about is how others will react to Loki's new power/position. I constantly joke about it, but it could be a serious question. So, how do you think people like the Avengers would react to this? I used to think they would just continue to be untrustworthy towards him but like...How would they feel realizing one of their former enemies could (maybe?) erase them from existence but chooses not to. Scared? Or just confused?

Ooo... I LOVE this question! Thank you for asking it! Let's go through some characters one by one, starting with my favorite:

MOBIUS - I imagine he would be very proud and impressed with Loki, but a part of him would also feel insecure about his place in Loki's life. His primary motivations were to provide Loki with a second chance, an environment in which he could thrive, and friendship and support. In terms of plot, Mobius has served his purpose. He might feel Loki no longer needs him but would hide this feeling with self-deprecating humor about being a "washed up analyst". I think he would be in awe of Loki's power, genuinely delighted by it, but also feel personally obsolete by comparison. Once he sees that Loki is lonely, however, I think Mobius would be happy to serve a new purpose in keeping Loki company at the end of time. That is, if Loki confirms he wants him there.

SYLVIE - She will absolutely make a snarky comment about Loki's new clothes. It will be the first thing she says to him with a perfectly expressionless face: "Nice pyjamas", "Cool slippers", "Do your giant horns get tangled up in all those branches?" In front of others, she would treat him no differently than she's always had because omnipotent, omniscient power doesn't impress her. Unless she's enchanting, Sylvie isn't the touchy-feely type either. I think she would make an effort to thank Loki in private, though. Between the two of them, Loki is the one more likely to initiate a hug, and she would hug back awkwardly.

THOR - Poor Thor. He's been jerked around by multiple fake deaths. The first one was unintentional on Loki's part; he didn't intend to survive falling from the bifrost. The second one was intentional, and left Thor feeling betrayed yet again. The third was final. On first sight, he will likely accuse Loki of being a pretender. To avoid this, Mobius is the best person to provide an explanation before formal introductions. Failing that, I anticipate yelling, ugly crying, then hugging, followed by ALSO making fun of Loki's new clothes. I think Thor will be very proud of his brother, stunned (but pleased) that Loki can lift Mjolnir. That on its own should be enough proof for the other Avengers.

HAWKEYE - Hell no. Not having it. Will call bullshit on Yggdrasil even though it's true. Of the remaining Avengers, he has the most to be angry about when it comes to Loki. He'd be terrified of Loki's new powers (cursing about it every step of the way) and would accordingly arm himself to the teeth. Doesn't matter how much Loki proves himself trustworthy and apologizes. Being mind controlled by him was a traumatic experience. Even when working as allies, he'll park himself as far away as possible from Loki and make snide remarks about "free will".

BUCKY - Has had no real interactions with Loki, but would likely have heard stories from Steve and Sam. Having had a dark history himself, I think he'll be more open to welcoming Loki and giving him a chance. He may even present himself as an example (although others will say "brainwashing" is different). Chryo-freezing and everything he's been through with Hyrda and Thanos has likely blunted his ability to feel surprise in the face of raw power. Overtime, I think he'll come to like Loki, especially if Loki offers him the opportunity to talk to Steve again.

SAM - Was not involved in 2012, but Sam has a great sense of humor. I think he'll be shocked and cautious, but willing to give Loki a chance with the right precautions in place. I don't think he'd be mean about it, just practical. I think he'll find the Yggdrasil quite beautiful and poetic, and articulate it as such, then note that with kind of power, Loki could have easily destroyed them all by now but didn't.

FURY - Pissed as hell about these turn of events. He'll complain that all this goddamn fucking nonsense is bad for his heart. He'll side with Clint and enforce maximum security, which is useless against Loki's powers, but Loki would play along until people stop freaking out.

BRUCE - 2012 Bruce would Hulk-out. Post-Endgame Bruce knows Loki fought on their side and did what he could to protect Thor and buy both of them time before dying. Bruce's personal experience fighting his own demons will provide him with additional empathy. As for Loki's powers, he would be absolutely giddy for the opportunity to study it. Once he makes friends with Loki via Thor, Loki will be his favorite test subject and Loki will humor him for Thor's sake and his own curiosity.

DR. STRANGE - While he won't blink at time powers, he would highly doubt a universe with a good Loki exists. He's the most able to test Loki's abilities and can verify if Loki is indeed using his powers for good. Doesn't mean he'll ever trust him, though.

#loki #mobius #lokius #loki season 2 #loki series #loki meta #my meta #asks #thor #the avengers #loki spoilers

[thewritingstar]

Frozen Bliss: Gruvia Oneshot

after months of being frozen in my own self doubt, I have emerged for a second to give you this.

I do hope you enjoy. Its a little bit more poetic than fic (if that makes sense and yes I have been binge listing to TTDP)

thanks for reading <3

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In her mind, she had thought love felt like she was evaporating. They said you know when the person you love stares at you and it feels like when sun creeps on your skin after being in the cold dark for hours.

She felt that with him. A blasting heat absorbing everything around her. Hot sun on her skin yet they had all forgotten that she was made of water.

And while they said she was glowing, they didn't see that she was fading away. Becoming so lost in the blaze of him that his smoke made her steam and loose the way her eyes sparkled.

She choked on a fire that she had helped build and the clean air they once had coated her lungs black until her knees buckled and she had gasped for air. Her skin bubbled as his so call love boil her at her seams. There was nothing to be left of her if she would stay.

He said no one could love her the way he did and she desperately hoped that it was true. The scorch of his fire was crueler than the years of a dark sky. She'd rather spend the rest of her life sheltered by the rain if it meant to keep his flame away.

For a moment, after she left, she was merely raindrops of who she was. Like a ripple in a lake that never settles to see the clear reflection. Water can retain any form and yet she barely remembered hers. She thought it would be best to join the water cycle and wait until she precipitated. Maybe then she would be like a fresh water spring.

There was no hope. A fantastical heat that made her feel warm for a moment left burn marks everywhere. She wanted her heart to be mended but not if it was forged from embers.

Heat rises, yet she felt frozen on that roof top.

Locked into a tundra she had never witnessed. Her own water boiled with anger and she hated the feeling of heat. Hated how he turned her own magic against her. A rage consumed by broken promises and remorses. Once a delicate rain cloud, now stood a violent mess of a tsunami contained in a cracked bottle.

But him.

He was cold.

He was frozen.

She was mesmerized.

An ocean is meant to be a plunging cold and while the burns were still fresh, she jumped.

They were scared that her water would break out into an icicle. That she would become an ice sculpture at the center of the table. Water into a solid form that could never be melted. Oh how they thought she was going mad for following him down that snowy path.

They said that no matter the weather, her rain would prevail. There was no room for growth or flowers to bloom as she drowned everything and took herself too.

But how wrong they were.

She had sunk so far down into the depth of her sea, she had almost forgotten that she commanded its waves.

Instead of blisters of heat, there were snowflakes dancing around her. Fractals of ice surrounded her world and danced rainbows across her skin. And for the first time, when his hand caught hers, she felt a warmth like never before.

It was beautiful and peaceful. Skating on a frozen lake but she never was scared if she fell in.

They said that opposites attract but she felt perfect with him.

Her heart became mended and crystallized in a way that enchanted her. Every burn was slowly cooled to where she almost didn't notice the scars. Her face had paled from the heat that when she stared at her reflection, her red cheeks surprised her.

Some didn't like seeing their breath in the cold, but she loved it. The higher the altitude, the shorter the breath. But here with him, she never felt more alive.

Water and ice. One in the same. She was frozen in his eyes and she had never felt safer.

For a man that claimed to have a frozen heart, it thawed instantly with her.

The cold could leave someone dead, but it brought out her pulse. A remembrance of how powerful she was came back in her own tears as he held her.

Her lungs flushed out of any smoke became resistant to heat. A flower that could withstand the frost. A beauty that embrace the cold. Every trace of her skin was covered in a blanket of his lips.

Love for them was clear and pure like ice. No longer does she squint within flames to see her own hand. She parades loudly through the snow knowing no harm will come her way.

She was eternally grateful to be caught in this frozen bliss.

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