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babymarvelbunny · 9 months

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Threads of Redemption Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords and the dissolution of the Avengers, Bucky finds himself still haunted by his past as the winter soldier. He remains on the run, torn between the desire to redeem himself and the fear of hurting others. Y/N is a skilled S.H.I.E.L.D. agent tasked with locating Bucky and bringing him back to the Avengers compound.

Warnings: none? I think??

Word Count: 1460

A/N: Before yall read this please go read pt. 1, I added the link, hopefully, it works. if not it should be the last post on my page. I'll do a part 3 if this gets enough attention, I don't wanna be writing a series if no one reading it lmao, but I will be uploading more :) (not proof read whatsoever, praying it makes sense lmao)

As you boarded the plane later that night, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The thought of meeting Bucky Barnes, a legendary figure known for his heroic acts during World War II and then as the Winter Soldier, both thrilled and intimidated you. However, your determination to help Steve and bring Bucky back overpowered any doubts you had.

During the flight, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something significant was about to happen. The weight of the mission weighed heavily on your mind. You decided to take a nap, trying to conserve your energy for the upcoming task ahead.

When you landed in Vancouver, you followed Steve's instructions and found the bag he mentioned hidden in a bathroom stall. You retrieved the burner phone and the car keys, feeling a little like a spy on a covert mission. You took a moment to call Steve, updating him on your arrival and reassuring him that you were ready to proceed.

As you drove toward the small town where Bucky was supposedly spotted, you couldn't help but think about the super soldier himself. You knew his history, his struggles, and the brainwashing he endured as the Winter Soldier. You wondered how you could possibly convince him to come back with you, especially when he had evaded everyone else, including Steve.

Arriving in the town, you checked out the safe house Steve had provided. It was a modest, inconspicuous place, perfect for lying low. You decided to rest for a few hours before starting your search for Bucky in the morning.

The next day, you set out to gather any information about Bucky's whereabouts. You talked to locals, showing them a picture of him discreetly to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. People seemed wary, reluctant to share any information. It was clear that Bucky had left an impression on this small community, and they weren't willing to betray him.

As the days passed, you remained persistent, following every lead, no matter how small. You sensed that someone was watching you, monitoring your every move. It was likely that Bucky knew someone was after him, and he was staying one step ahead.

One evening, as you returned to the safe house, you noticed a figure waiting outside. Your instincts kicked in, and you approached cautiously, prepared for anything. To your surprise, it was Natasha standing there.

"Nat! What are you doing here?" You were relieved to see her, knowing that her skills and experience could be valuable to you on the mission.

"I've been keeping an eye on you. Steve was concerned about sending you alone, so he asked me to watch your back," she said with a reassuring smile.

"Thank goodness. I could use some backup," you admitted, feeling relieved to have Natasha by your side.

The two of you formed a plan together, combining your resources and skills to track down Bucky. Natasha's expertise in espionage and infiltration, coupled with your combat and investigative skills, made for a formidable team.

As days turned into weeks, the chase intensified, leading you from one location to another, following any lead, no matter how faint. Along the way, you encountered dangerous situations, faced adversaries, and even discovered remnants of Bucky's past, which provided valuable insight into his state of mind.

As you got closer to Bucky, you couldn't help but empathize with him. The burden he carried, the remorse he felt for his actions as the Winter Soldier weighed heavily on his conscience. It became clear that convincing him to return was not just a matter of force but one of understanding and compassion.

Finally, after an intense cat-and-mouse game, you found Bucky in an isolated cabin deep in the wilderness. As you cautiously approached him, you could sense his hesitancy, his guard up. But you also saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a spark of humanity that you couldn't ignore.

You shared Steve's message with Bucky, appealing to his sense of loyalty and the possibility of redemption. You acknowledged his past, the pain he endured, and the person he could become if he chose a different path. Natasha's presence also played a significant role, her bond with Steve and her own transformation from an assassin to an Avenger resonated with Bucky.

"Bucky please, I know you don't want to live this life, a lonely life of living in the woods cutting off everyone around you. Come back with us, I promise things will be different, Steve is waiting for you." You never broke eye contact with him, fearing that if you took your eyes off him for even a second he'd flee and you'd never see him again.

"I can't, no one trusts me after what I've done, I mean why would they? the things I've done.. I mean they're unforgivable. You guys should just leave me here. I'm happy being alone." You could tell that Bucky didn't want to be alone he just didn't want to accept anyone's help. You sighed and glanced at Nat for help.

"Bucky no one blames you for what happened in the past, we can overcome those things and build you a better reputation. People just need to see the real you, the caring Bucky that Steve told us so much about." Nat always knew the right thing to say, Bucky looked at the ground as his shoulders hunched down and he fell to his knees.

You were stuck in the same spot you started in, not sure whether you should run over and help him or give him his privacy, Nat looked over at you and signaled you to go over. It took you a brief moment to gain the courage to walk over to him but once you did you could hear the soft sniffles and light breathing coming from him. He was crying. The Winter Soldier was crying right in front of your eyes, you never thought you'd see the day.

"Hey Buck, come back to the safe house with us, you can stay with us for the night and we'll leave for the compound in the morning, you should rest. I'm so sorry that you've had to go through this but we're here now, the Avengers are like family and Steve can't wait to see you." Bucky looked up at you and nodded his head, he looked utterly defeated, too tired and exhausted to speak.

You, Natasha, and Bucky returned to the safe house. You set up the bed for Bucky and decided that you and Nat could take turns sleeping on the couch. After leaving Bucky you returned back to the living room and plopped down onto the couch.

"I can't believe we finally did it, it feels like a dream. I can't wait to tell Cap he's gonna be excited!" You exclaimed while looking for your burner phone that Steve gave you months ago.

"Don't worry about it kid, I told him already, he's already making up a room for Bucky at the compound. I didn't think about waiting for you to tell him, sorry about that. But hey, on the plus side he did say he was proud of you, who knows, maybe you'll even get promoted." Nat said while getting comfortable on the couch. "You mind if I sleep first? I'm exhausted?" She asked while her eyes drifted shut. You didn't get the chance to reply before she was letting out soft snores.

And so, Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, returned with you and Natasha to the Avengers' headquarters. The reunion with Steve was both emotional and heartwarming. You could see the weight lifted off his shoulders, knowing that his friend was back and that he hadn't given up on him.

"Buck you have no idea how much I've missed you, you should've never run off, I lost you once I can't do it again." Steve's eyes started to tear up as he hugged his best friend.

Bucky hugged Steve in a tight grip, almost as if he couldn't believe he was actually here hugging his best friend. "I'm here now Steve, and I'm not going anywhere." Bucky's eyes were squished shut as he held onto Steve.

Little did you know that this was just the beginning of a series of extraordinary adventures that awaited you as a vital member of the Avengers team. The journey ahead was filled with challenges, victories, and personal growth, but you were ready for whatever came your way, thanks to the trust and support of your newfound family.

And so, the next chapter of your life as a superhero and an Avenger began, as you faced the ever-changing world, always ready to protect and serve, no matter the odds.

The End... or rather, the Beginning.

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icarusignite · 1 year

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An Eye for an Eye (part 32)

A/N: dedicated to the lovely @carryonmywaywardho for all the wonderful thoughts you share, i swear they make my day and motivate me so much <3

Hope yall enjoy the chapter, would luv to hear your thoughts <3

Word Count: ~5.3k

All chapters: MASTERLIST

AO3

"Daenys-"

"You know what, just go!"

"Please..."

"I said leave Aemond!"

Aemond's shoulders slumped as her words hit him like a physical blow. He felt the disappointment and sadness welling up inside of him, threatening to spill out. For a moment, he just stood there, helplessly staring at her, unsure of what to say or do. Slowly, he turned away from her, his steps heavy and slow as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, his hand on the door handle, and looked back at her. She had turned her face away from him, her shoulders stiff. When stepped out into the corridor, closing the door softly behind him, he caught sight of the two Dornish princesses and Lady Baratheon standing a few paces away. Aemond avoided their probing eyes and made his way back to his own chambers with a heavy heart.

So engrossed in his thoughts, Aemond did not notice Lord Edgar's presence until he spoke up from beside him.

"Ah, Prince Aemond, just the man I wanted to see," Lord Edgar raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Something troubling you?"

"No, all is well."

"You know, I have to hand it to you. That was an impressive performance in the arena just now. Unseating me in a move so clean was no small feat."

Aemond offered a small smile, "Thank you, Lord Edgar. I applaud you for your good sportsmanship."

"Of course, of course. I am always happy to see skilled knights prove their abilities. You should participate in more tournaments. There is to be another one in a few days time, will you be attending?"

"I shall take my leave by tomorrow I'm afraid. I think I have enjoyed Prince Qoren's hospitality long enough, and now it is time for me to return to my family's side."

Lord Edgar noticed Aemond's sour mood and grinned at him, "Well, if you must go so soon, you must let yourself enjoy today at least. First, you must rid yourself of your armour, you cannot visit the library in that."

Aemond looked down at his chest plate in confusion. He had forgotten it was even there if he was being honest, but now that Lord Edgar had pointed it out, he felt the oppressive heat stifling him.

"And then after we tour the library, I shall show you to the gardens. A walk in the fresh air might help clear your head and lift your spirits."

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Back in Daenys's chambers, her friends surrounded her in silence, not quite knowing what to say after the conversation they had listened in on.

"Are you alright?" Aliandra tentatively asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I do not wish to speak of it."

"Right yes of course," Coryanne nodded. "And I apologize for leaving you alone with him. We didn't know that he would come in here and upset you like this."

"It's alright," Daenys replied, trying to force a smile on her face and failing. "I just don't want to speak to him again."

"We were concerned about you though you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just... these days are about you, for you to celebrate your wedding Aliandra. You shouldn't have to spend them worrying about me."

Cassandra watched the exchange silently, a knot in her throat. She wondered if that half-kiss at the banquet had also been just another drunken mistake. Perhaps it wasn't even her that Daenys thought she was with. Or worse, maybe she only kissed her because she was feeling lonely or frustrated and Cassandra just happened to be the one around. She hadn't mentioned it all morning, except they hadn't really had a moment alone but Cassandra didn't want to be the one to bring it up. Because what if she was the one who had made a mistake? What if it had just been a friendly show of affection, a mere brush of Daenys's lips against her cheek if she forced herself to remember clearly?

No, she decided, she would not bring it up. She would not speak of it or think of it. Doing so would mean facing the strange feelings that rose within her afterwards. She had a responsibility to her house, to her sisters, and to her Queen. She didn't have time to unpack the feelings she may or may not have for the unavailable princess.

"Lady Casandra."

"Huh?"

"Lady Cassandraaaah," Coryanne stretched out the end of her name in a sing-song voice. "Where did you go off to?"

"I'm right here?"

"Your mind is definitely not here dear lady. We must do something that will improve all of our moods. A change of scenery might do us all some good and help take our minds off things. What do you say Daenys?" Alaindra nudged the Velaryon princess, her eyes still on Cassandra.

Daenys hesitated, "I have to speak with Prince Qoren regarding an important matter. I shall join you afterward perhaps."

Aliandra's cheerful grin dropped, "I know what you're going to ask him."

"Do you perhaps also know what his answer will be then."

"He will not drag us into a war he believes will be a repeat of the First Dornish War."

Daenys sighed, "I know."

"And I know you will not be satisfied until you've spoken to him yourself, so go. We shall be waiting for you outside when you are done."

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Daenys took a deep breath before entering the throne room. She had been dreading this moment, dreading Prince Qoren's answer, ever since she had arrived, but she knew that it was necessary. Dorne's support would be tremendous to her mother's cause. She would be known as the Targaryen Queen who made peace with Dorne and allied them to the Seven Kingdoms, a feat not even Aegon the Conqueror was able to achieve.

Once inside, she curtsied deeply, taking a deep breath to keep her nerves in check.

"Princess Daenys Velaryon," Qoren Martell greeted her in a formal tone, his eyes appraising her carefully. "I have been waiting for you."

"Oh..."

"You are here to ask me the same question your husband did. All of you Targaryens are the same, so go ahead, ask me."

"Your Grace, I come on behalf of my mother, Queen Rhaenyra," Daenys said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We seek your support in her claim to the Iron Throne against the pretender."

Prince Qoren looked down at her, his expression unreadable and Daenys continued, her voice gaining strength.

"My mother is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, as decreed by King Viserys, the first of his name. All the lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore fealty to her when he named her his heir. They promised to honour and defend her rights of succession but now they are turning their backs on her. Having you as her ally would be instrumental to her success."

Qoren Martell's face remained impassive, "And why should I support your mother's claim? Targaryens have a history of invasion and destruction. Dorne does not wish to become your next conquest."

"I understand your concern, Your Grace. But my mother is not like her predecessors. She seeks only to claim what is rightfully hers, not to conquer and subjugate Dorne."

"You say that now, but how am I to be sure that she will not set her sights on my lands once we have helped defeat her half-brother?"

"Queen Rhaenyra is a wise and just ruler who will respect the sovereignty of your kingdom. In fact, Dorne may remain an independent nation if it chooses to. She does not wish to cause any harm or disruption to your people."

Prince Qoren laughed mirthlessly, "You are asking me to send my people to war, Princess. That brings both harm and disruption."

"Forgive my choice of words then my prince," Daenys hurried on desperately. "I only meant that the Queen has no quarrel with Dorne or its people and that she will work tirelessly to ensure our shared prosperity. She is much more qualified to do so than the usurper."

"Oh, you are skilled with your tongue Princess. Tell me, what are you willing to offer in return for my alliance?"

Daenys gulped. She knew that he was going to refuse her. The cold calculating look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. He was only toying with her now, dragging it out and giving her hope, as if there was something in the world that if offered, would persuade him.

"Is there anything in particular that you desire Your Grace? If it is in her power, I am certain that my mother would not hesitate to offer it to you."

"My son is unmarried," Prince Qoren mused. "The eldest daughter of a queen might make a suitable companion for him."

"I-"

"Oh but you are already wed. What a shame."

"Would an allegiance of marriage ensure your support, Your Grace?"

"Would you be willing to enter such a union?"

"I would do anything for my mother," Daenys lifted her chin resolutely. "Anything at all."

"And what of your previous marriage?"

"My marriage to Prince Aemond is nothing but a farce. It can easily be annulled, for a more favourable match...if that is your wish."

"You really are something, Princess," Prince Qoren chuckled. "You did not even hesitate."

"What use is hesitation when there are allies to be won, Your Grace."

"You know I asked your husband the same thing. He did not hesitate either."

Daenys suppressed a scoff, "Why would he hesitate, I told you that our marriage was a farce."

"He did not hesitate to refuse me."

Oh.

"He said that he'd be willing to fulfill any other request but he would not marry. I should have been offended, he refused my daughter's hand, but I admit I can understand his feelings. I held similar affections for my late wife, and despite my council's best efforts, I did not remarry. How could I, when no one else would have been able to compare to her," there was a fond look on his face.

His tale reminded Daenys of another familiar one.

"Forgive my curiosity my prince, but your council... they allowed you to remain unwed?"

"I am the Prince of Dorne, child. Who are they to allow me anything? My beloved had already blessed me with an heir. What use would I have for any more of them? And more heirs would only jeopardize Princess Aliandra's claim. I would not want that for her," he eyed Daenys knowingly.

Daenys nodded, "I see."

"I admire your dedication to your mother Princess, just as I admired your husband's fondness for you, but I shall give you the same response that I gave to him. I cannot, for the sake of my people and their freedom, support your cause. Choosing one side will undoubtedly make an enemy of the other and this is not our war."

Daenys's heart sank as she heard the prince's refusal. She had hoped that she could convince him to support her mother's claim, but it seemed that he was not willing to take the risk.

"I understand your hesitation, Your Grace," she tried again, doing her best to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "But please, consider the benefits that an alliance with us could bring to Dorne. Our armies are strong, we have the support of the North and the Vale. With your support, we could easily defeat our enemies and bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms."

Prince Qoren shook his head. "I appreciate your offer, Princess Daenys, but I have peace in Dorne right now, and that is all that is of concern to me."

"I understand, Your Grace. I appreciate the time you took to hear my plea."

"Of course Princess. I do hope that you will stay and enjoy the festivities, my daughter has been very happy to have you here for an event that is so meaningful to her."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Daenys felt a wave of disappointment wash over her as she bowed and exited the throne room. She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away angrily feeling foolish. She was useless. Even her younger brother Jace was able to win over Winterfell, the Vale, and countless others. She was just a pathetic little girl who had done nothing to aid her mother's cause. She wandered the halls of Old Palace before stumbling into the gardens where she recalled her friends would be. She would like to see them, perhaps they would be able to ease the tumultuous feeling in her stomach. Particularly Cassandra, she always managed to put Daenys at ease. And then Daenys could not pull her thoughts away from her friend. Her dearest friend with hair of the darkest midnight and eyes like the clear summer sky. Most of all, she thought of her shy curious smile and it felt like a reward every time she flashed it in her direction. A reward Daenys thought she might have to die to ever deserve. Cassandra was the calm to her endless storms and by the gods, she had ever so many of them that she would like to keep her by her side forever.

Suddenly, a searing pain tore through Daenys's head, leaving her gasping for air. She scrambled at her waist for the familiar flask and uncorked it with trembling hands to down the thick white liquid inside. The sting in her eye reduced but her gut gave a lurch and she groaned.

Not again.

She clutched her stomach as a wave of nausea hit her and she staggered her way over to a nearby bush, barely making it in time before she violently threw up, body convulsing with each retch. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths feeling weak. She steadied herself against a nearby tree, before sinking to the ground, her head spinning with confusion and fear. She didn't know what was wrong with her and she refused to entertain the gnawing feeling of unease that whispered of her worst fears. This had been going on for quite a few days now, the nausea, the aches and pains, and the dizziness. She was so tired all the time too and everything hurt even more than usual. She took another drink from her flask and smoothed her hair back. Several moments passed like that until she felt well enough to stand up again.

Daenys heard snatches of laughter coming from up ahead and when she emerged from the clearing, she was met with a cheerful sight. The sun shone down on the nobles who sat around on the lush green grass, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed each other's company. Some of them were strumming idyllically at their instruments as their melodic voices drifted through the air. The children were also present, running around chasing each other, their joyful shrieks echoing.

"Daenys!" came a shout.

The second princess of Dorne had set up an easel in a corner by the fountain and was waiving at Daenys merrily. Aliandra was sprawled on the grass next to her, surrounded by a group of her friends as they enjoyed drinks and snacks, enjoying the warmth of the sun and sharing stories of their latest adventures. When Daenys approached them, Aliandra rolled over and grinned at her.

"How did it go, it took you so long."

Aliandra's grin dropped when she saw Daenys's pale complexion and furrowed brows.

"He refused didn't he?"

Daenys nodded.

"I'm sorry, truly I am."

Daenys smiled tightly, "You have nothing to apologize for, it is not your fault. Your father... he had a valid point. It is his duty to protect the people of Dorne first."

"Oh, Daenys."

"Where is Cassandra? I do not see her with you?"

"Our fair Lady Cassandra is currently my muse so I'm afraid you cannot disturb her right now," Coryanne interjected and Daenys turned around.

Cassandra sat at the edge of the fountain, Daenys's crown of orange flowers contrasting brilliantly against her dark hair. For a moment, Daenys was stunned. The way the slanting sunlight danced across her face and highlighted her strong features made her appear ethereal. Coryanne worked with focused intensity, lost in her own world as she worked to capture Cassandra's serene expression with delicate brushstrokes.

"I hope you don't mind," Coryanne nodded her head toward the crown on Cassandra's head. "I thought it fit the aesthetic of the painting."

Daenys's strained smile relaxed into a genuine one, "No, not at all. It looks much better on her anyways."

Cassandra's eyes lit up at her compliment and the edges of her lips pulled up in response.

"Yes! That's it! Keep smiling like that!" Coryanne declared.

"My goodness, you are quite the enthusiastic artist today aren't you dear sister."

Coryanne winked at Cassandra, "That's only because my subject is so divine."

Cassandra's neck flushed a pretty red and Daenys couldn't tear her gaze away from her, eye alternating between the real girl and her impeccable likeness on the canvas.

"Do you paint Princess Daenys?" one of the nobles, Lady Ursula Dayne, sitting beside Aliandra asked.

"Oh no, not at all. I am not very skilled in the arts, I'm afraid."

Aliandra stretched out her hand to snag Daenys's and pulled her down to sit next to her. She handed her friend a pastry and wrapped her arm around her shoulder, leaning her head against her.

"Oh yes, it is one of the things we bonded over, back when I visited the Red Keep. Our shared inability to master the finer arts. You should see my needlework, it is positively horrendous."

"It cannot be as bad as mine," Daenys laughed, feeling her spirits rise just a little until they plummeted again at the thought of the little leather scabbard with badly stitched initials and the Velaryon crest, tucked away in her drawer back home.

Lady Ursula wiggled her eyebrows and Daenys swivelled her head to see what had captured her attention. It was Ser Benedict, walking toward them with a handful of wildflowers in his hand. Lady Ursula gave him a knowing look.

"It seems like my brother has taken a liking to you Princess. He spoke highly of you last night."

Aliandra snorted, "Did he now?"

Lady Ursula elbowed her friend to silence her. Ser Benedict had arrived and was standing above them, twisting his fingers nervously as he waited for Daenys to turn her attention toward him. When she finally did, he leaned down to present her with the bouquet.

"My lady, these are for you."

"Thank you, Ser Benedict."

"I see you've met my sister then?" he suspiciously eyed Lady Ursula who stuck out her tongue at him as she reached out to pinch his leg.

"Yes she has met me, and I was just about to tell her all about your first time riding a horse.'

Daenys raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice, "Oh I would love to hear such a fascinating story."

"Well, when we were children, Father took us to the stables to learn how to ride. Benedict was so excited, but he didn't quite understand how to get on the horse properly," Lady Ursula giggled, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Daenys leaned in, eager to hear the rest of the story.

"So, he grabbed onto the horse's tail and tried to pull himself up, but the horse took off running before he could get on properly! Poor Benedict was left hanging onto the tail for dear life, screaming for help."

"I did not scream," Ser Benedict grumbled sullenly.

"Oh yes, you did. I can still hear it," Lady Ursula lifted her hand to her head in a dramatic imitation of Benedict's voice. "Oh, Ursula help me, this blasted horse has made me his personal enemy."

Daenys smiled at the mental image of a young Ser Benedict hanging onto a horse's tail as it galloped. It reminded her of another brown-haired young boy, one she tried to push out of her memory now. Ser Benedict turned bright red with embarrassment at his sister's teasing.

"Ursula, I can't believe you would share such a humiliating story," he muttered, trying to hide his face. "I was only seven."

The ladies continued to tease and poke fun at the knight in light-hearted banter. Every now and then, Daenys couldn't help but steal glances at Cassandra, whose eyes were twinkling with amusement even as she stayed perfectly still for her portrait, her hands folded demurely in her lap.

"Oh let me tell you one Daenys," Aliandra interrupted.

Ser Benedict rolled his eyes, "By the gods, it's like some days I have two older sisters."

"This one is much funnier. It happened during a banquet. Benedict was wearing his new boots and he was so proud of them that he insisted on showing them off to everyone. But, as he was walking towards his father, he tripped over his own feet and went tumbling forward, right into my father's lap!"

Lady Ursula cackled, "Oh I forgot about that one. Benedict was so embarrassed that he ran off and didn't come out of his chambers for the rest of the day."

"Ser Benedict, clumsy?" Daenys feigned surprise. "Why I cannot imagine being anything other than the poised and graceful dance partner that he was last night."

"Alright, that is enough sharing for one day," Ser Benedict pleaded. "Princess Daenys, would you accompany me on a stroll about the gardens?"

"Go on, Daenys," Coryanne said with a sly smile. "You're distracting Lady Cassandra here anyways. If she keeps looking your way, I shall never finish this portrait in time."

Daenys glanced back at Cassandra, who watched them with a strange expression on her face. Daenys wonders what could be bothering her friend, but she could not figure it out. Eventually, she nodded and took Ser Benedict's outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her up and guide her away. As they walked, he took flowers from the bouquet in her hand and tucked them into the braided coil of hair that encircled her head. She had put it up for the tourney and hadn't been able to let it down after. He eased each flower between her strands until there was a whole crown of them adorning her head.

"You know I looked for you...during the tourney. I wanted to win and be the one to crown you Queen of Love and Beauty."

Daenys raised an eyebrow, "Oh did you now?"

Ser Benedict smiled, "Yes, yes, I know. I should have known that I was no match for Prince Aemond Targaryen. But you proved to be more daring than I imagined. You challenged him to a battle of arms."

"Ha, it doesn't really matter, I didn't win."

"Oh, what is victory in the face of courage, my lady?"

"I suppose you're right Ser."

"Yes, well since I was not able to crown you as the winner of the tourney, I do hope you will accept this offering," Ser Benedict brushed his fingers across the assortment of flowers in her hair.

Daenys smiled at him warmly and nodded. He was a kind and gentle person, someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. She felt comfortable with him, as one would with a friend or a younger brother. In fact, that feeling had only solidified when she had heard the stories from his childhood and watched him blush like a schoolboy.

Back in the circle of ladies, Coryanne scanned the garden as she worked and then laughed out loud.

"Aliandra, how on earth has your husband managed to charm the Targaryen prince into joining his circle," she gestured to the ring of noble lords at the far end of the garden.

"By the gods, has he really?" Aliandra sat up to see better, and sure enough, a serious-faced Aemond Targaryen sat amongst her loquacious husband and his friends.

Lady Ursula followed her gaze, "Oh but look who has his attention. It is just like last night. He can't take his eyes off her."

Aliandra frowned, her voice taking on a protective note, "He has no right. He needs to leave her alone."

"I hope your brother knows how to fight Lady Ursula, the prince looks positively murderous," Coryanne piped up.

Lady Ursula scoffed, "Benedict fight? Against Prince Aemond? Did you see the way he unseated him during the joust this morning? Benedict better hope he never has to fight him."

"Ah yes, he is not one to be trifled with," Aliandra sighed.

"What is their problem anyways? Aren't they married?" another lady chimed in. "Why does he watch her like a man starved then, as if he cannot just have her?"

"Well Lady Lizbeth, if you bothered to pull your nose out of your books for more than a few seconds, you'd know."

Lady Ursula's eyes dimmed, "Oh yes, the rumours are true then are they not? He killed her brother?"

"And he supports his brother who usurped her mother's throne," Coryanne added.

"Oh, the poor princess. Of course, she hates him. She should hate him. She deserves so much better than to be trapped in a marriage to such an awful husband," Lady Ursula sympathized.

Lady Lizbeth whispered conspiratorially, "There are obviously some unresolved feelings that amount to more than just hatred. Did you see them dance yesterday? Even I could feel the tension and I was across the room."

"I do not think that the princess would appreciate being discussed like this," Aliandra stated firmly, effectively ending the conversation. "Let us speak of other things, Ursula, tell me about your latest invention."

Lady Ursula brightened instantly, "Yes, I have been working on a new kind of loom. It allows me to weave intricate patterns and designs much faster than with traditional methods."

Aliandra raised an eyebrow in interest, "Faster, you say? How does it work?"

Lady Ursula explained the intricacies of her invention, speaking of gears and pulleys and complex machinery. The other ladies listened intently, fascinated by the ingenuity of her ideas.

Lady Lizbeth clapped her hands in delight, "Oh, I simply must see this loom in action. Did you bring it here to the palace by any chance?"

Lady Ursula shook her head. "Unfortunately, it is still in the testing phase and it is much too large to be mobile. But I hope to have it ready for production soon and perhaps future prototypes shall be more portable."

The group continued to talk, discussing the potential benefits of Lady Ursula's invention. They spoke of the ways it could revolutionize the textile industry and how her other creations might benefit the labouring working class.

"Would you like to see the painting Lady Cassandra?" Coryanne mumbled, only quiet enough for her to hear.

Cassandra shook her head, "No, I think I shall see it when you're done."

"I certainly hope that you are pleased with it then. Wouldn't want to disappoint my muse, now would I."

"Oh, I do not think you could ever disappoint me."

"Careful my lady. You cannot go around saying things like that and then expect people not to fall for your charms."

"I do not have the charms you speak of Princess Coryanne, but I am flattered."

Coryanne looked up at the darkening sky and swore, "It looks like it is going to rain soon. Perhaps we should head inside."

"Oh being outside in the rain is so much fun!" Aliandra exclaimed.

"You may stay outside if you wish but Lady Cassandra and I are going inside. I've spent too long on this painting to let it get washed away. I will put on the finishing touches inside."

Aliandra waved her sister and her companion away and sure enough, just as they had gone inside, the sky darkened further, turning the clouds an ominous shade of gray, and the leaves on the trees rustled in anticipation. The first few drops of rain were light and scattered, tapping gently on the ground like tiny drumbeats. But soon, they grew larger and more frequent, pattering on the ground with a steady rhythm as the rain intensified, coming down in a heavy, unrelenting downpour. The air was filled with the scent of wet earth and rain, a fresh and invigorating fragrance. The world around grew muted and hushed. The sound of raindrops drowned out all other noises, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere as everyone in the garden either hurried inside or took refuge beneath the trees and watched the soothing scenery in silence.

Ser Benedict and Daenys were still engrossed in conversation when it had started to rain and soon they were drenched completely. They had discussed everything from literature and the arts to geography and politics, and had found that they shared many common interests. Daenys looked up at the pouring sky, and she smiled, holding out her hand to catch the raindrops.

"Come on, Princess," he took her arm. "We need to find some shelter."

Daenys pulled away, laughing and then spinning as the sheets of rain came down on her. Something about it made her feel alive and free, as it washed away the layers of guilt and self-loathing, granting her a moment's reprieve.

"You'll catch your death of cold if we stay out here any longer," Ser Benedict insisted, trying to guide her towards a nearby pavilion but Daenys resisted again.

Neither of them noticed their audience as they talked. The nobles who had remained outside watched them with keen interest, especially intrigued by Daenys's antics. One of her spectators was Aemond himself, his eye fixed on her carefree form. He watched her twirl with her arms spread out wide and he couldn't help but smile at her spirit, at the kind of joy he had not seen in her for the longest time. Tendrils of her hair were plastered to her face and neck and the flowers in her hair dripped rain into her eyes, making her look like a nymph from one of the tales Helaena's septa used to tell. His throat burned with disappointment that the flower crown was not the one he had presented her with earlier that day.

Aemond felt a twinge of jealousy, at the sight of Ser Benedict trailing behind Daenys as he implored her to take shelter, only making her skip away from him, her face tilted up to let the raindrops brush her face. He watched with a clenched jaw as her clothes clung to her skin heavy with water, and when her white tunic turned translucent, she wrapped her arms around herself and allowed Ser Benedict to drape his equally wet but darker-coloured cloak over her. His heart sank as he saw the way his wife looked at another man, with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips, a smile he hadn't seen directed toward him in more than two months.

"Perhaps we should head inside?" Lord Edgar asked, being the only one in their group who had remained outdoors with Aemond.

Unable to tear his eyes away from his wife, he shook his head, "You may go ahead if you wish. I think I shall stay out here and enjoy the view a little more."

"Nonsense, I cannot leave my new friend all by himself. I shall stay here with you, and if we both catch a cold, then we shall know who to blame won't we?" Lord Edgar winked.

Daenys and Ser Benedict had taken shelter in one of the gazebos and as they sat on its steps, shoulder to shoulder, still laughing about something, the yearning in Aemond's heart grew. He wished to go back to simpler times when it was he who danced with Daenys in the rain on the grounds of the Red Keep. She liked to catch raindrops on her tongue and feel the cool grass between her toes when she was little, a habit she had not grown out of he noticed, as she toed off her shoes. He stayed watching her until finally, Ser Benedict coaxed her into going back inside along with her other friends. Aemond couldn't help but feel grateful toward him for that, because as lovely as it was to watch her, he worried that she had already exerted herself enough these past two days.

Lord Edgar gave Aemond a knowing look, "Now I am sure that we are free to leave Prince Aemond. Let us go and I shall call for something warm to drink, after which I would love to hear your thoughts on my collection of maps."

Aemond hummed his approval and followed Lord Edgar inside, heart softening slightly for this friendly stranger who had become something of a friend to him, even in the short time that he had known him.

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satanic-witchcraft · 7 months

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Hello friend! Are you still doing Wally impressions? Sorry for asking but I was curious

Thank you for asking!

My answer is a little confusing, I apologize! Am I doing them currently and actively planning on working on them at the moment?? No... But am I shutting them down forever? No!

I'm sure one day I will pick them up again, because I do adore them and adore making them!

But as of right now there's just too much happening for me to be able to go back together them currently! (more info below! 👇)

Highschool has been piling down on me (but your boy has 3 As and a B currently! 💪) and I need to pass three classes in in right now.. Or I can't graduate TwT

But they're not shutting down forever! It's a temporarily closing! I may chose to completely drop them at some point.. BUT that's NOT currently in the plans!

But Besides impressions... I'm working really hard on my Artwork (digital and traditional) as well as my writing skills cause I'm not the best when it comes to depicting fantasy! (over explaining, etc)

So maybe look forward to seeing more artwork?? I do have a TON of artwork piled up right now and a story about an oc that I haven't posted on here, It's about my Mafia-game oc "Angel Mythic" let me know if you guys want any content like that! It's up to yall!

Summary though... Impressions are temporarily off the table! Whether they'll ever come back to the table we'll see, but my plan for them coming back is yes! It'll probably take some time though as I'm really just hyperfocused on passing highschool! Hope you understand! <3 lots of love!!

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incarnateirony · 10 months

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Yo Mount Pleasant, you may have turned off javascript to avoid one part of my countertrolling but you realize I can still see your insane amount of accesses right. And the rest of your details. right. ...Right? You. You realize that, right?

Your commitment of the sum of your life to trying to find a way to troll my blog is both impressive and secondhand embarrassing. I don't know why you expect me to be anything but flattered at reading your 112 listed accesses in the last few days. Broooooooo.

did it really take you motherfuckers a goddamn week to figure out to turn off javascript, and you STILL think you can come out with a win from this, what the genuine fuck.

m e d i c a t i o n

all this because Vinnie couldn't keep her retarded mouth shut about her blatant assumptions so you guys committed to spending a week getting dragged through the dirt face-down to prove... something.

Protip, if you're now violently clicking around your browser figuring out what ELSE to turn off so I can't see your shit, good luck, the internet itself will become nonfunctional to you when you do, which is a very hilarious length for yall to go to.

So for all of your hot nonsense the last week getting rickrolled on automation, has it occurred to you absolute inbred dumbfucks that you never had shit and got led down moron hill by queen retard yelling nonsense, or is the attempt to disprove that what is making yall persist while proven wrong time and again.

cuz lemme tell you "inbred dumbfucks that never had shit getting led down moron hill by queen retard yelling nonsense" just about sums up the entire fandom history of anyone dumb enough to believe a word from the evil incest cow.

We go back to Point A: Ignoring you dumb, useless motherfuckers that exist only to tax on world resources and use valuable air does not mean you are winning or tricking anyone, it just means you're underneath someone so fucking far it's comedy. And this is just on the whole "URURURURUR I USA DA PROXY" dipshittery. That says NOTHING about WHY you and your fandom noise are so below me, but I think your desperate attempt to disprove to YOURSELVES while I don't even say direct what it is for you to attack livelihoods with comes from that. Bro. Just get over it. You lost. You've lost this game. You've lost the battles. And you absolutely lost the war, now you're just shitting on the battlefield crying trying to find something to win by despositing turds everywhere. When will it sink in y o u l o s t e v e r y t h i n g. y o u a r e p o w e r l e s s. y o u d o n ' t m a t t e r. y o u a r e o u t c l a s s e d. These repurcussions are, in fact, entirely the fault of Vinnie and the retard incest gang's hostilities compiled on themselves for years, there is no coming back, thanks for the Reason to Stay and even the momentum you unwittingly gave us at times. COPE. JESUS CHRIST.

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Yall truly condemned yourselves to losing everything to a trans gamer catboy who gave no fucks beyond wanting to piss you off. I never cared about your conventions. I never cared about your actor worship. I just cared about facts and change and you did not fucking comprehend what you were doing to yourselves for years.

I'm going back to writing the gay dragon porn I've been posting between writing this, while you all claw around trying to find some new way to pretend to have leverage.

I know your parents told you that you can do whatever you wanna do and be whatever you wanna be when you grow up but yall missed the memo that it comes by way of actually gaining skills. Googling proxies and trolling for years online aren't skills. They're wastes of your already pointless lives. You aren't communications majors, you aren't marketing managers, you aren't socmed keyholders, you aren't producers, you have no earthly tangible understanding of the corporate media world even in any fractal part much less the whole, you've never worked for a large studio, you all just rumor bullshit to each other off of google blurbs you're too illiterate and biased to really understand. Your capability in understanding media events is even lower than your understanding of the internet. It's time to accept that.

and before you try to console yourselves that you, idk, annoyed me or something, this is what my conversation looks like with my friends

Vinnie wants so bad to chase out the trans man but is so powerless she can't even do THAT because he walked out on his own after setting everything she loved on fire and hitting her in the face 20 times a day from other sources while they waste a literal week of life getting rickrolled, god FUCKING bless you, you dumb cunt. Chew on my messaging for all eternity now. I promise you don't have to stalk my blog to even see it!

Also no, coming from google doesn't fucking save you either lmfao

m o r o n s

dunning-kruger ass yeehaws

#Youtube

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aworldofendlesswonder · 6 years

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we’re buildin’ something big, bois

#that orange back leg needs some tweaking but honestly other than that im pretty impressed w myself so far #and yes im aware that any actual skilled animators looking at this are probably like THATS NOT HOW U DO THAT AT ALL NOOOOO but like #bear with me ok im a beginner lmao #im going off tutorials so take it up with alan becker #my art #and yes one last note - im obv gonna make the upper body move but i wanted to get the legs down first #its a longer process but im shtty with anatomy so im going the scenic route to make sure i get it right ok ok glad we cleared that up #goodnight yall

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jay-durian · 3 years

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hiiii i saw that ship requests just opened !! can i request one please? <3

- my mbti is intp, i’m 18, barely 5’0, and i’m a june gemini :D

- when i’m not busy with homework, i spend most of my time listening to/finding new music and i also like to bake when i’m bored

- i also like watching kdramas but only when there’s someone to watch them with (usually my friends)

- in school, my best (and fav!) subjects are definitely math, chemistry, and music

- i’m not very athletic HOWEVER i do like taekwondo and i’ve done it for six years (i have a black belt!)

- i talk a lot (like A LOT) when i’m with someone i’m comfortable with but i’m insanely shy and quiet when i’m with new people

- i trip over my words and stutter a lot so usually it helps if the person i’m talking to is patient ,, (i’ve been bullied a bit bc of this sigh)

- during arguments i’m very adamant on having the upper hand and i keep going until win the argument or until the other person agrees with my point of view (my worst quality 😅)

- my favourite pass-time is going on long drives and road trips, but i also love going to the park and the mall !!

- my love language is a mix of words of affirmation and quality time <3

- lastly, i love teasing my friends and joke around with them and i often use a lot of sarcasm and satire

i’m so sorry this turned out a bit long 😭 but i truly hope u have an amazing day !!! also i love ur writings~ 💓💓💓

Dw it's never too long!! Giving so much info will help me understand yall and write ship requests more accurately, and I'm glad you like my work 😊

I ship you with Jake!!

Since you like Math and chem I totally see you and Jake having study dates either at home or at the library while y'all share earphones and listen to music

I can see you both baking cookies together when y'all are bored at home

I think this is Obvious but Jake is gonna make you watch Vincenzo with him 😂 y'all would probably cuddle while watching dramas and maybe even have ramyeon

Jake would be impressed by your taekwondo skills and would probably come to support you if you have competitions and stuff. He might even ask you to teach him basic stuff

Jake would love sitting and listening to you talk cause he thinks your very pretty and he might even sound your voice very soothing

And if anyone bullies you for stuttering he'd always stand up for you, he cannot and will never stand anyone bully you because of it (dw it's totally fine to stutter! If someone bullies you just ignore them 😁)

You both usually won't argue very often cause Jake doesn't like making you upset/argue nor does he want to argue. But if y'all do, he'd take the fault cause he doesn't want you to be angry with him

Y'all would frequently go for long, late night drives when either of you are not able to fall asleep

As for your love language, Jake perfectly matches your needs. He loves spending time with you and would frequently remind you of how much he loves you

I totally see you both teasing the other members and joking around (maybe even make sunghoon jealous lmao)

Overall y'all would be a soft and cute couple!!

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #ash talks💅#jay durian writes🍯#enhypen ships #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader

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moriaenships · 3 years

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🍳 Cooking Show AU for any of your f/os ~ rebeccaselfships

@rebeccaselfships REBECCA MY BELOVED! thank you for sending this and im SO sorry it's taken me so friggen long to get back to you! the good news is that this au has been stewing around my mind for a HOT minute so i have some headcanon concepts and im excited for it tbh

🍳 Cooking Show AU + my beloved bastard Alex Krycek

we'd both be competitors on the same cooking show. maybe some sort of long term show like Food Network Star? to really kickstart the like rivals to lovers thing going on there

and honestly... we'd get on each others nerves RIGHT away, like. in a... Oh God This Person Is Attractive AND Also My Actual Competition sort of way? like. i'd be frustrated that i found him so damn dashing, because like... dammit i'm here to WIN. sure improving my cooking skills is important but. who doesn't wanna win the grand prize and the reputation?

and i'm usually not SUPER competitive (i can be when it's w someone i know or....), but like... in this situation i would be pulling out all the stops. Especially to impress Alex.

like screw the judges. i'm here to impress fellow competitor Alex Krycek and winning would just be the cherry on top

meanwhile Chef Bobby Flay is continuously baffled by my delightful cooking and the way i send ~looks~ to Alex whenever my cooking goes over well

and tbh Alex IS a competitive person and he's not above making bantering remarks that edge on the Sort Of Mean like "your cooking looks good. can't say the same for the rats nest on your head, though, Reyes."

"the detail work on your cake is excellent. where's that steady hand for your eyeliner?"

but i dont let him off easy because like, "you have such good taste in putting flavors together. too bad your outfit can't say the same" and

"this cake is divine, Alex! did you sell your hairline to get skills this good?"

(we both know we dont MEAN anything by it, like nothing genuinely hostile)

and honestly we banter like that constantly to the point it has a lot of the contestants like... PLEASE can yall get rid of this UST it is KILLING us.

(the judges love the tension though and like to make sure we're on opposite teams for team challenges and stuff because it means we'll go all out against one another)

and honestly it's just a lot of that, but as contestants get slowly eliminated, we end up chatting more one on one and just growing closer as the show goes on and like... those feelings will NOT go away

(and the producers make sure that the marketing team emphasizes the ~budding romance~ to draw in viewers)

and honestly it... it definitely becomes a romance. the slow burn of rivals to lovers and the tension comes to like. a climax when one of us gets eliminated in the semi-finals

and despite whichever one of us IS eliminated, i throw myself into Alex's arms (either as a congratulations or an Oh God Alex I'm So Sorry) and like...

from that moment of raw adrenaline and passion, it's easy to fall into a kiss on, you know, like, national tv

(and then whichever one of us didn't get eliminated goes on to win the competition and we both get to reap the benefits because we wanna explore our relationship more AND we get to cook together properly)

and im sure i could add more BUT............ hkgjkjfd its so cute and so ridiculous and thank you SO much for indulging me in this tbh im so happy

#ask #rebeccaselfships #🐀rat bastard🐀#otp: hyacinths and sticky notes

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herakosmos · 4 years

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matchup exchange w/ @todorokis-yn! 𐐪𐑂

im so grateful for her to accept this exhange! she’s very kind and sweet🥺 pls do check out her blog!!

if you want to do a matchup exchange with me pls dm me! <3

i match you up with . . .

daichi sawamura!! 𐐪𐑂

✰ when first meeting daichi, he wouldn’t be the type to be scared or intimidated by your looks, but instead intrigued? he’ll definitely be very interested in your sense of fashion (edgy) completing that aura you give off to strangers like daichi himself. his face would slowly start to heat up after realizing he’s been staring too much. this doesn’t change the fact that this man will have the confidence to ask you to get coffee together though

✰ what can i say he’s very intrigued 🌚

✰ when actually getting to learn more about you, he’s not that surprised you were the complete opposite of what everyone percieved you to be. daichi never judges someone solely on looks and really looks for what’s on the inside

✰ that soft and gentle soul of yours really makes him melt into your arms and feels the need to hug you 24/7 🥺

✰ both of you guys are very caring and great listeners on each other’s problems. you being fairly expressive on how you’re feeling, the communication in the relationship would be phenomenal. you guys would help bring out the best in each other and know your way of saying encouranging words of advice! :)

✰ daichi thinks you’re absolutely adorable once your goofy side starts showing. the fact that you’ll do anything to make him laugh makes him grateful to have you. it really shows how much you want him to smile and be happy

✰ i don’t know why, but i feel like daichi just loves dad jokes so much. he’ll be so excited to tell you one and it always ends up looking this:

“i like dad jokes…sometimes he laughs!”

“…yeah VERY funny i’m laughing my ass off right now”

✰ he immediately starts tickling you mercilessly for that and eventually it turns into a tickling war! even the neighbors could hear the sounds of your guy’s laughter 😭

✰ even though daichi comes off as a mature person, his childish side really starts to show whenever you’re around (awwhhhh)

✰ this boy is a very busy man knowing how much is on his plate and he loves you for being understanding about it. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t make time for you though! he’s open to anything as long as it’s with you. sometimes maybe going to a cafe and drinking your favorite beverages while having a conversation, holding hands on the table. 🥺THIS MAN IS WHIPPED WHSJDJ

✰ there are those days where you guys wanna relax and unwind though and binge an anime yall are already invested in. he’ll get so into it, like if there’s a part where a character is acting dumb he’ll literally say it to the tv like the character could hear him LMAO

✰ 100% trusts you in everything. daichi isn’t the type to be jealous or controlling on anything. he thinks you have the right to wear anything you want and doesn’t want to take your freedom away. he knows you love him and he loves you :(( loyalty is very important to the both of you, so there is no need to worry about anything!

✰ he loves your honesty. he’s a pretty straight forward person himself, so it doesn’t really bother him. this means you won’t have to stress about anything being hidden in the relationship. the fact that you overthink about that trait you have makes him really sad :// he reassures you every single time and always says the right things to make sure you won’t worry

✰ caresses you with his giant hand and grazes your cheek with his thumb while looking at you with his loving eyes🥺🥺

✰ hearing about your biggest fear, he doesn’t think it’s silly and tells you how much you ARE worthy of it. instantly pulls you in for one of his bear hugs while stroking your hair. he doesn’t EVER want you to feel like your are less than what you really are🥺

✰ although your drive is inspiring to him, it’s also another thing to overwork yourself. in times like this he’ll give you a massage to ease up any tension and would buy all the junk food you desire. daichi can be pretty hard headed sometimes, so convincing him by saying “you’re fine” won’t work on him. he can read you like a book and knows when it’s time to take a break

✰ probably would prepare you one of those rose petal baths and candles with your favorite scent. you guys would both talk about anything while relaxing. his hands would suddenly go to your scalp and start to massage the shampoo onto your hair to give you a head message (a busted a fat awhhh while writing this ahjdfjfjj)

✰ basically ANYTHING to help you unwind and have no worries about your work 🥺

✰ he would happily be open to you teaching him how to play the piano. he finds it soothing whenever you play it and wants to try it out himself, so he can impress you. probably would be very invested in it once you start showing him the basics. tries to look up basic songs to play on his own, so he could surprise you one day :D

✰ i feel like he would find out about your amazing singing skills whenever you casually sing or hum around the house. he’d be like where’s that angel like sound coming from? then he would realize its HIS angel singing so beautifully🥺🥺🥺

✰ when you aren’t looking he’ll quietly back hug you

“you sound so beautiful baby”

✰ his pet names for you would be the traditional “baby” or “babe” :))

✰ daichi loves exercising and since you find dancing as your only form of exercise, he would take this opportunity to do it with you! i can just see him always wanting to try new things for you and opening his hobbies, so you guys can bond more over your guy’s likes and interests🥺

✰ you being a taurus and him being a capricorn this is definitely a match made in heaven!

✰ both signs are very ambitious individuals with a tremendous work ethic and drive to succeed professionally. capricorn and taurus are both earth signs and since this sign is very grounded, they can build a solid and responsible relationship. they’re very genuine signs that like to keep it real and want to understand each other on many levels.

✰ daichi is an ENFJ and you’re an INFP (again very compatible with each other!)

✰ both are very compatible with each other because they both share a lot in common :))

✰ they prioritize their deeply held values, seek emotional connection, very real, don’t like to be toyed with and have excellent communication skills. INFPs are attracted to ENFJ’s energy, optimism and positive attitude while ENFJs are attracted to INFP’s deep and thoughtful nature.

bonus!

heres an anime relationship type gif that i just think you two would do 🥺

#anime matchup #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#matchup exchange #hq daichi #daichi sawamura

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