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shinycupcakebaker · 8 months

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The Journey

(Tentative title)

Pairing: Robert 'Bob" Floyd x reader (nickname Siri)

Summary: You are fed up with your dead end chef job when you unexpectedly get a call from your childhood best friend, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. She knows that you are a pastry chef and just happens to know of a bakery owner that is retiring. You end up moving across that country and becoming owner of said bakery. Phoenix introduces you to Rober "Bob" Floyd and the rest is history in the making. This is the story of your life with Bob and many of your adventures and misadventures.

CW: None right now.

WC: 1.9K

A/N: Reader is nicknamed Siri because she has a vast wealth of useless knowledge in her brain. She always seems to know the answers to the most random questions.

The Journey Prologue

~Present Day~

You winced slightly as a sliver of light fell upon your face, burying your head into the pillow as you heard hushed voices. The tinny squeak of wheels had you shifting in bed ever so slightly. A throbbing in your temple was replaced by a soft kiss. The bed dipped as someone sat next to you, rubbing your back, and whispered, “Good morning Mrs. Floyd.”

You turned in bed and sat up, taking Bob’s hand in yours and smiled. “Good morning Mr. Floyd.” Glancing at the rings adorning both your fingers, whispering, “We really did that last night, huh?”

Bob quirks an eyebrow and you quickly place a hand on his cheek, knowing some of the thoughts that might’ve popped into his head and smiled, “No, no Bob. I know what you might be thinking. I do not regret this one bit. Never. It is just so spur of the moment and sudden... something that we would’ve never normally done and….” Your words were cut off by the quick placement of lips upon yours. Sighing softly, leaning into Bob’s chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss, and cards his fingers thru your hair. Nipping your bottom lip, chuckling softly as he mumbles, “Siri, I know what you mean. We’ve been engaged for how long now and planning a wedding, which we will still have. The beach wedding that you’ve always wanted. It’s okay. Let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold. The guys will probably be knocking on the door for golfing soon.”

Pouting as you slowly pull away, pulling the bed sheets around your upper body as Bob stands and holds his hand out to you. Taking it and shuffles out of bed towards the small table by the window with him. Bob grabs the fluffy bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door and holds it out to help you into it. Tying the belt around your waist, discarding the bed sheet and sitting as Bob pulls the chair out for you. “Room service? What did my wonderful husband order?”

Looking up at Bob as he leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips, “All my beautiful wife’s favorites. French toast with sausage, OJ, coffee, strawberries with whipped cream.” With a flourish, he removes the cloches from the plates. Giggling as you remove your silverware from the cloth napkin and starts to cut into the French toast. Moaning softly as you chew the fluffy, maple-y bread, “This is good, but not as good as yours Bobby. Thank you.”

Pink tinges Bob’s cheeks as he digs into his scrambled eggs and bacon. He eats fast, washing it all down with a large gulp of OJ, standing up from the table. Walking over to where you were sitting, kisses the top of your head. “The guys will probably be here soon. I’m gonna shower and get ready.”

Looks up at Bob, taking his hand and stopping him, smirking. “You know, I could join you.” Closing his eyes and moans softly, squeezing your hand.

“As much as we both would enjoy that, I don’t want the rest of the Daggers ‘ruining’ this. But when I get back, I will hold you to that.” Sheds the robe he was wearing and tosses it to you as he walks to the bathroom. You bite your inner lip as you contemplate following Bob into the bathroom, but he was right. Last night was a spur of the moment thing for both of you. No one knew. You had taken advantage of what Las Vegas had to offer. You knew it was cliché, but everything felt right. Seeing Bob so relaxed and happy, everything just fell into place. Nat’s text tone pulled you from your daydream, you stood and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Nattie: We have a spa day in an hour. You better be ready Siri!

Y/N: Don’t worry, I will be. Meet you in the lobby?

Nattie: Sounds good. BTW, where did you disappear last night? Fanboy said Bob disappeared too.

Y/N: I went back to my room. I was getting a headache from the champagne and noise. I haven’t seen Bob yet this morning.

Chuckling softly as you sent the text to Nat, Bob exited the bathroom. “What’s so funny my love?”

Setting your phone on the bed, admiring the view in front of you. “Nat’s texting me. We have a spa day planned. She was wondering where I disappeared to last night. Fanboy also noticed you disappeared.”

Bob sits down next to you, groaning. You turn slightly, wrapping your arms around his waist and kisses his shoulder. “It’s okay Bobby. I just told Nat that I was getting a headache from all the noise and champagne.”

Smiling softly, Bob wraps his arms around you, “It’s a good thing Phoenix wasn’t here to hear you say that. You’re a terrible liar.”

Scoffing and smacking his chest. “I am not a terrible liar.” Bob quirks an eyebrow at you and rubs his chest before grabbing your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours and brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.

Your features soften and you lay your head on his shoulder, “Okay, I may be a bad liar but not a terrible one. And that one time wasn’t my fault, Rooster just can’t bake to save his life.” You laugh, remembering the time that Rooster attempted to help you at the bakery and made the saltiest chocolate chip cookies known to man.

Bob laughs, remembering that time all too well and kisses you. He pulls away reluctantly and stands up from the bed. “I have to get changed, love.” Pouting, you slide back against the headboard and watch him get dressed for the day.

“You know, before I woke up, I was having the best dream.” You mention to Bob as you look at the ring on your finger, twisting it. His head pops out of the white polo he was pulling on and smiles.

“Oh, you were? What was it about?” Bob sits back down on the bed, lacing up his golf shoes.

Laughs softly as your cheeks warm with blush. “The first time we met. At the Hard Deck. I was so nervous. Nat kept telling me about her back seater who was perfect for me. And...”

“And then I spilled my drink on you.” Bob hangs his head.

“But it was only water, and you were the perfect gentleman, like always.” Placing your hand under his chin, lifting his head to look at you. “I wouldn’t change a thing about that night Bobby.” Leaning forward, you kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip.

Pulling you into his lap, snaking his hands into your bathrobe and deepens the kiss. Running one hand up your back as the other cups your breast. You straddle his hips, raking your nails over the soft fabric of his polo, wrapping your arms around his neck, just as there was a knock at the door. You both groan, breaking the kiss. Bob leans his forehead against yours, mumbling, “That’ll be the guys. I have to go, but I don’t want to.”

You slide off his lap, standing and pulls him up to you. “I know, but if you don’t, they will just bust their way in here somehow.”

Kisses you again softly, Bob places something in your hand. You look down to see his ring in your open palm. “Hold onto that for me. I’d rather not have to say anything to the guys just yet.”

You nod, understanding what he meant, when there was another more insistent knock at his door.

“Come on Bob! We know you’re in there. You got a stripper in there or something?” Hangman yelled from the hallway.

You quickly kissed Bob, pushing him towards the door and you headed into the bathroom. “I love you. Have fun. Don’t let the guys give you too much grief.”

Bob nods and slowly heads to the door. “I love you too. Have a fun day with Phoenix.”

You closed the door to the bathroom as Bob opened the door to his room. “Haha, yeah. good one. You do remember that I am happily engaged. We ready to go Bagman.”

Hangman clapped his hand on Bob’s shoulder as he pulled him out into the hallway. Muffled exclamations made you laugh as you turned on the shower. Stepping under the hot water spray, you quickly wash your hair and body. You knew that Nat was a stickler for being on time and you weren’t exactly known for being on time. Turning off the shower, drying off quickly and pulled on a cute little sundress. You didn’t bother with make-up because you weren’t exactly sure what this spa day entailed. Pulling your hair up into a messy bun, grabbing your phone, room key and shoving everything into your purse. Sliding on your flip flops, running out the door and managed to beat Natasha to the lobby. You sat down on one of the couches that faced the elevators and smirked as Natasha walked out of one. “Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence.” You chuckled as to stood up and walked over to her.

“Funny Siri. You ready to be pampered?” Natasha linked her arm in yours and started walking towards the spa entrance located on the other side of the lobby.

“Of course, Nattie.” You squeezed her arm and smiled. It wasn’t often that you both got to spoil yourselves with something like a spa day. “What are we having done?”

“Well, facials, hot stone massages and mani/pedis. Then a nice light lunch before we have to head back to North Island.” Natasha steps thru the sliding glass door with you into the spa.

You were greeted by a couple of spa attendants and were ushered to the room where you both would be getting the facials and massages. After changing and getting set up, the facials began. “Thank you for this Nattie. It’s not often that we all can get away.”

“Don’t thank me.” Nat chuckled. “It was Rooster’s idea.”

“Well then, I just might have to buy him a nice new Hawaiian shirt as a thank you.” Laughing loudly.

“I swear, if you do, I will disown you. He has too many already.” Nat groaned.

Smiling and closing your eyes as you relax into your facial treatment. Mumbling to Nat, “Ya know, last night I had a dream about when you first introduced me to Bob.”

Nat groans and shakes her head slightly. “I felt so bad. He was such a nervous wreck.”

You laugh, “So was I. Oh my god, I was so damn nervous, you would’ve thought I was meeting a prince or something. From what Bob told me, you made it seem like I was from a fairy tale or something.”

"Well, maybe you'll finally get your 'Happily Ever After' with Bob." Nat looked over at you and smiled.

You nod and giggle, "Yeah, I think I might. I mean we are engaged." Smirking as you think, 'And married actually.'

"What is that look Siri? I know something is up. You've been acting kinda weird." Nat eyes you.

"How can I be acting weird Nattie? You've only seen me today for a total of maybe an hour." You scoff at her.

She shakes her head and mumbles, "I don't know but there is something different about you. I will find out."

You shake your head and relax back into the facial, remembering everything that happened last night.

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theroguequeen · 2 years

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They made it.

It started with daemon gifting the necklace to rhaenyra and saying "turn around" and now they are a married couple like really married and having kids and no i'm not normal about this like not at all.

We have gone from the necklace, to them being alone. Daemon on a real battlefield and rhaenyra at the battlefield of the court, having to deal with alicent and viserys getting married and having a son. Both of them covered in blood by the end of the episode, being far away from each other but still a kind of mirror.

Then we got daemon coming back home. Home to rhaenyra and them sharing a cup, talking about a political marriage and daemon recognizing how lost rhaenyra was.

He did take her out of the red keep (yes when it started that man may had some kind of chaotic plan but it's daemon so yeah) and he showed her the world outside, showed her pleasure.

And whatever he thought that night would bring him it surely was not that he had to drown himself in a bottle (or 5) because when he kissed her and realized that there was so much more then just pissing of viserys or the throne or a little game, that rhaenyra touched a part of him that he had tried to ignore, to keep deep down and that he fell in love with here.

While daemon was getting blackout drunk to erase the feeling of her lips rhaenyra thought one more time that he abandoned her she slept with criston, for her own pleasure because "fucking is a pleasure"

Daemon having a really bad morning, humiliated by viserys on the floor of the iron throne then finally was honest, not only with viserys but with himself "I want Rhaenyra. Wed her to me."

Then the wedding party, where daemon and rhaenyra not so secretly look at each other everytime they can, everytime the other one might not be looking.

Laena talking to daemon while daemon in that moment had only one name on his mind: Rhaenyra.

When he gets to her, she shows him her anger, the frustration and asks him not only provocatively but really meaning it "Take me to dragonstone and make me your wife" And we all now he would have done it if he got a chance but it was not yet the right time.

Daemon goes to essos, marrying laena and becoming a depressed and bitter man, yearning for rhaenyra. Saying he does not miss his home and yes its not westeros he is missing, it's rhaenyra and rhaenyra is his home.

Rhaenyra is now married to laenor, has given birth to her and harwin strong sons and in a way living after daemons words. She misses him, she feels lonley and lost, not like her true self, even though harwin gives her enough comfort to go one.

At the funeral of laena its not question if the two of them are having their much needed talk but when.

Once again both of them are following every move the other one makes.

When they have their beach walk Rhaenyra finally says it "I want you" The three words that daemon deeply needed to hear. The feelings are still there, have grown even stronger over time and they finally sink into each other, exploring each other, feeling each other.

They get married in the tradition of old valyrian, they do it exact the way daemon asked viserys do it 10 years ago.

And now we are here, with this picture of those two. Daemon holding rhaenyras hand, while she is touching her baby belly, them being absolutely crazy in love.

They made it.

And you can now find me crying in my room for them.

#daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #daemon and rhaenyra #hotd #the journey #the years #they are finally together #djdicjeicjdidiejsww screaming

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