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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 11 months

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Heyy!! I absolutely ✨LOVE✨ your work I've basically been stalking your blog😅. But anyway I was wondering if you could please, please do Nozel, Fuegoleon,and William where their s/o (preferably f!) yells or very calmly (your choice, does not matter which or how) says their full name in front of family/friends/squad (again your choice could be all, depends on you) and their reaction to it. I completely understand if you don't want to do it or it takes you a while to get to it thank you for your work regardless! I wish you well!! ❤❤❤

Hiya! I am overjoyed that you like my fics!!! And though I took my sweet time with this, I hope that you still enjoy it <3

Pairings: Nozel x f!reader, Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: hurt-comfort?, and some giggles ?? Total length: ~2k (about 650 words each) Contains: misunderstandings, reader raising her voice to the guys/displays anger to them, they make up in the end ('cause it was a misunderstanding), hurt-comfort, so fluffy ends

Nozel

You had a favourite pen. The kind in which you could change the ink cartilage, and thus keep using the pen for years and years. Though the ink dispensing mechanism had broken some years ago, you held onto the pen itself for sentimental value.

And it was always in a specific drawer in your room.

However, one day when you opened the drawer, the pen case nor the pen were there.

You scrambled through the drawer, first thinking to yourself that it must’ve just been pushed back, but after scouring through the drawer, the box, nor the pen, didn’t surface.

Your mind jumped to the idea of a servant having taken it, but quickly realized that it didn’t make sense. They didn’t go through drawers such as this one. ‘Such as this one’ because they obviously folded your clothes and put them into your clothing drawers. But this one was of no importance to the servants. And even if they had, for any reason, chosen to go through other drawers in the room, the pen case was among the least likely things to take.

Which meant that there was only one other person, who could’ve likely taken it. Your husband.

He was currently with the rest of the Eagles at the squad’s training grounds, and though he was occupied, you wanted to, needed to know now why he had discarded your favourite pen. Yes, sure, it was broken, but there was no harm in holding onto such a small item. You had space!

So, you stomped through the corridors to the training grounds, and spotted him some distance away, looking at his knights. Seeming somewhat uninterested. Or just held his poker face.

This was where he held his poker face. Looked as if nothing had happened.

And it spiked a kind of annoyance, anger even, in you, which made you yell out to him: “Nozel Evander Silva!”

He turned to look.

Other knights turned to look.

The trainings halted for a moment, and everyone just looked at you, glaring at Nozel.

He looked to the knights standing next to him, and said something, before walking towards you, as you crossed your arms and waited for him to get to you. And as he did, he looked at you, with concern on his face, hidden behind the mask of the squad captain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the syllables revealing more of his feelings than the expression that quivered, trying to upkeep the facade of a strong, unfaltering squad captain.

“Where. Is. My. Pen?” You asked, feeling the annoyance, almost anger, bubbling to the surface. “You know how much it means to me!” You said with a grave tone, without raising your voice, so that the knights wouldn’t hear. There was no need for them to know such details of your personal life.

His eyes closed in a slow blink, and a sigh escaped his lips. “I was hoping to surprise you,” he said with a hint of melancholy.

You frowned, not sure what, exactly, he meant by it.

“I thought to get it fixed, so that you might use it again, instead of just having it sit in that drawer,” he admitted.

And you... felt a wide variety of emotions. Affection, joy, but also guilt, guilt for having thought that he would have discarded it.

So, you took a step forward, and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He tensed in your embrace, and you could feel the ever so slight movement of his head to look back towards his knights. The look over his shoulder due to the public display of affection.

But he didn’t push away.

And you did let go, after a brief moment. You just needed him to know that he was important to you, and you appreciated the gesture he did for you.

Fuegoleon

Fuegoleon has asked you to find his calendar for him, so that me might go straight from the training session with his knights to the meeting at the castle.

And you happily obliged with the request. After all, you did want to help him with his duties and make his life easier, just like he did for you.

So, you entered his office, and begun looking for the calendar. It wasn’t on the desk, not on first glance at least, so it must’ve been in the desk drawer. Or that seemed like the most likely conclusion to make, which is why you made your way to his desk, circling onto the side of his chair.

Your hands moved to the drawers, but... as your gaze became directed down, you noticed your name on a piece of paper, which made your curiosity pique. After all, because your name was on it, it must’ve concerned you, right? So, it was alright if you looked at what it said on that piece of paper. Right?

You slid the paper along the surface of the desk closer to you, and started skimming it through. But... as you did, and your eyes landed on the line of “...will not be ordered on another mission” anger bubbled inside of you.

What did he mean you weren’t going to be assigned another mission?! Did he not think that you could handle it?!

You clenched the paper in your hand and stormed out of the room with one intention, and one intention only: to find your husband and demand an explanation.

Luckily, you knew exactly where to find him, so you made your way to the training grounds, and locked eyes on him as soon as you were outside.

You walked up to him, as his knights slowly, while trying not to seem like they were looking, looked at you. After all, perhaps there was a need to pause the training, because the captain was overseeing it, after all.

“Fuegoleon. Alexander. Vermillion,” you spoke in a calm manner, but enunciated every name, every syllable, while looking straight in the eye.

You could see his eyes flicker, but he continued to look at you. “Yes?” There was hesitance in his tone, as if puzzled what was the cause of all this.

“What did you do?” You asked, with an equally cold tone as before.

“I... really couldn’t tell you,” he replied with a frown and an uncertain, confused tone as he continued to look at you.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a quirked eyebrow.

“Could we perhaps go to the side to discuss this through?” He suggested, to which you agreed with a nod. There wasn’t, really, a reason to make this into a public spectacle after all, and, he did deserve a chance to explain. He was a reasonable man. After all. It seemed. You had supposed him to be one.

But even before you had stopped on your way to the sidelines, you looked at him while holding that paper forward.

“What does this mean?!” You demanded to know. “Do you not trust me on missions? Is that why you wouldn’t assign me on one anymore?”

He blinked. Looked at the paper. And then back to you.

Then his lips became laced with... hints of amusement, and an apology. “My love... you’re more than welcome to partake on missions in the future. The formulation of ‘will not be ordered’ is simply a technicality to give you more freedom of choosing your missions,” he explained. “Of course the difficulty level of your missions would be expected to only grow, but this is more to give you, on paper, a say as to which mission you will embark on, if there are multiple ones of similar difficulty level active simultaneously.” He pointed to another line on the bottom of the page. “See?” There was another apology in his tone.

“Oh.” You uttered, looking at the line.

“But I do apologise,” he continued. “I should have discussed it with you, instead of having you find out this way.”

“You should,” you said, while looking down to the side. “But... I also... shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions... I know you well enough,” you continued, because, it really would have been out of place for him to just make such a decision as to pull you away from missions entirely all on his own.

“Truce?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gaze that bore all his affection and devotion to you.

“Truce,” you agreed while feeling warmth on your cheeks.

It had been a simple misunderstanding, and miscommunication. But. It wouldn’t come in between of the two of you.

William

William’s office had been so barren before you had entered his life. Which is why the first thing you got for him, was a plant into his office.

He was a little bit confused about it, but didn’t turn down the gift. And as you explained that it’d make the air in his office better, by producing more oxygen, and would add some life and colour in there, he nodded in understanding.

And he begun taking good care of it. Watered it regularly, changed its soil and gave it nutrients if there was a need. Which really warmed your heart, because ... in a weird way, it was like he was tending to your relationship through the plant.

However, one morning when you entered his office. The plant wasn’t there. Which you thought was odd. So, you looked around the office, and the bedroom, but... it didn’t seem to be... anywhere?

Your mind begun circling with all kinds of possibilities, until... it landed on the plant having died and him having thrown it away. And that made you feel hurt. Sad. Angry.

You had looked at him tend to the plant so carefully, and now he had just thrown it away? You would’ve helped him take care of it, if he had only asked, but instead he has just... disposed of it.

So... he would hear about it. Oh, he would most certainly hear about it.

You walked out of the room with a mission to find him, which is why you begun circling around the base. You looked at every, single, possible room in which you thought he could be, until you spotted him from the window while talking to his knights.

Your hand grasped onto the handle of the window, and you opened it with a swift motion.

“William Thaddeus Vangeance!” You yelled, making him look at you. “Don’t. Move. One. Inch! I need to have a word with you!”

And you closed the window before racing down and outside, where he was still standing, and his knights were... still there? This didn’t really concern them, and it looked like they intuitively realized it as you marched over to William.

“Where is the plant?” You asked, looking straight at him.

He frowned, and his eyes flickered to his knights, to whom he said as a side note: “You’re dismissed,” to which the knights nodded and begun walking away.

“Where is the plant?” You repeated.

He frowned again, as if to connect the dots.

And then it dawned on him.

“Oh, the plant is on the balcony to get a little bit more sunlight,” he replied with a baffled look.

You blinked.

And looked at him.

“It looked a little down so... I thought that some more sun would do it good?” He said, sounding a little but uncertain.

“So... you didn’t .. throw it away,” you uttered out loud, without really meaning to.

“No..?” He said with a questioning frown. “Why would I throw it away?”

“No reason,” you said while cupping his face.

And he continued to give you a baffled look as you placed a kiss onto his cheek.

He really was tending to it. The plant, and your relationship

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amourdivine · 1 year

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18+ PICK A CARD ꣹ WHAT ABOUT YOU TURNS THEM ON?

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PILE ONE

the world ✧ six of wands ✧ strength

This person is turned on by your success (lol), let me explain: they love it when you show off your accomplishments, the knowledge you've acquired, the wisdom you possess. If you speak more than one language, they get very turned on by that. This person really roots for you, they get all hot & heavy when you're in the spotlight, unafraid to state how gorgeous or handsome you are. They love it when you're feeling yourself (pun intended), when you know your worth and act like it. When you're confident and badass.

For some, the way you walk or talk has something about it that lures them in. I think your poise and how you handle your achievements, your career and academic pursuits has them not only feening for you, but also gawking in deep admiration. You have a star quality to you, maybe you're famous in your field or you aspire to be known in some type of way.

If you post pictures of yourself on vacations, specifically by the beach or some other sunny, beautiful place, they gets really turned on by that. They're a visual kind of person - if you regularly dress up or wear makeup, for example, it turns them on. I'm hearing "everything you do turns them on", they're your biggest fan, pile #1. This person is attracted to success - not in an opportunistic way, for most of you.

I also got that this person loves your height; if you're insecure about a specific body part, that's the part that they actually love the most, because it stands out about you. I feel a voyeuristic quality to this person, they love to watch you in moments you're caught up in your own duties.

channeled song: Papparazzi by Lady Gaga.

channeled messages: long limbs, legs for days, victoria's secret, "you're an angel", siren eyes, hooded lids, bedroom eyes, scorpio or taurus rising, capricorn, leo.

PILE TWO

knight of cups ✧ four of cups ✧ nine of pentacles

This pile has a similar feel to pile one, so if you feel drawn to it, feel free to check it out. However, pile two feels softer.. a little dreamier, almost. This person is turned on by how unbothered, independent you are. Chances are you built your success from zero and you're hell bent on being independent, whether in a relationship or not, you like relying on yourself.

I'm getting a specific fantasy here - they fantasize about being your savior, your knight in shining armor, swooping in and saving the day. They love helping you, but they know you don't need it. It conflicts them, but it turns them on, at the same time. All the messages here are heavily specific, like carrying you to the bedroom or being carried by you. There's something here about the bridal style. You probably look really good in white, lacy outfits or well- lingerie. If you don't wear lingerie, then this person wants to wear it for you.

Honestly, they love how unimpressed you are, but they want to woo you, to take you out, give you a proper date and then savor you all night. This person wants to be the only one that gets to impress you, to hold you and have you. I feel a bit of a possessive energy here as well, not malicious but definitely more dominant, which is likely to come out in the bedroom. If you're already with this person, they really love it when you let them perform acts of service or give you gifts to show you their love. They have a "provider" kind of feeling to them, probably a mommy or daddy kink as well.

channeled song: Good for You by Selena Gomez.

channeled messages: mine, sub/dom dynamics, "angel baby", "sunshine baby", service dom, wine & dine, jewelry, 30, 333, pluto dominant, scorpio, burgundy.

PILE THREE

three of wands ✧ page of cups ✧ king of swords

Chances are you're not with this person, but even if you are, they love the little mind games. You pique their interest, you make them want more and more everytime. It's something you effortlessly do - you're interesting and intellectually stimulating. Naturally, I have to mention this person loves it when you challenge or tease them, especially sexually. I feel like there's some distance between the two of you, maybe this is a long distance relationship and you haven't been intimate yet, but they loooove staring at your pictures. If you've sent them explicit messages or videos, they get all hot & heavy thinking about your voice or how you sound.

This person gets turned on by how vocal you are, in more than just one aspect. You're witty and bright, but you know when to be serious, when to use your words for the things that matter. They get turned on by how smart you are; they always learn a new word, a new concept or skill when they're with you. This person may like to "rile you up" or have small debates with you because it gets them in the mood (lol), it turns them on to see you not back down from an argument and win it everytime. Your voice, lips and mannerisms are really hot to them as well, if you regularly wear professional attire or attend very formal settings (like work in a corporate job or go to places that require uniforms), it really turns them on. They fantasize a lot about tearing these clothes and that serious demeanor off of you.

You may be cheeky as well and they catch glimpses of this more fun, lighthearted side of you. It also turns them on. There's an unpredictable quality to you that keeps them on their toes, which inevitably makes them very affected. I think your presence is more than enough to turn this person on, they love to observe you and watch how you move. If this is a coworker or a person you can't or haven't been intimate with for "taboo" reasons, they fantasize about breaking all the rules and abandoning all logic for you.

channeled song: Back for More by TXT ft. Anitta.

channeled messages: gemini, duality, vice and virtue, friends with benefits, "i can't have you the way that i want", "you're my weakness", casino nights, whiskey, drinking, "i can't stop thinking about you", "light up a joint", slow burn, hazy summer nights, partying.

PILE FOUR

the hierophant ✧ the moon ✧ four of cups (clarified by the star)

You're marriage material - and that's what turns this person on: your stability, how mysterious you are, unwilling to give yourself to anyone who isn't worthy of you. I think you're focused on your own healing, your journey and beliefs. You may be someone who simply marches to the beat of your own drum and you're not willing to sacrifice your ideals for the sake of maintaining a partner.

This "inflexibility" and the way you're unavailable to anything that doesn't meet your standards really turns this person on. It makes them want to step up for you and themselves too. This person loves it that you work for the long term goals, you're someone people trust and want by their side. Perhaps you're a teacher or someone who's seen as an authority, experienced and wise. There's a patience, a method to your madness, something only you know. You're very hardworking and practical, you cut through the BS to find the truth in situations.

You're not someone who entertains or pursues short term commitments or flings, for example. I think this person is turned on by your character, you probably have strong ethics and you're more traditional, there's a safety to you, a certainty. You're loyal and committed, it makes them want to devote themselves to you, to come home to you every night. This pile is more vanilla than the others; they like your depth, I think you're very classy and it turns them on.

They get turned on by your high standards, your beliefs and family values. This person knows you're reliable, they think you're the ultimate dream partner to anyone. You're rare and special - you know it. They get very affected by the thought of having you as their one and only.

channeled song: Focus on Me by Ariana Grande.

channeled messages: wife/husband/spouse material, mysticism, faith, religion, church, psalm 17:8, "tell me what's your motive", motivational speakers, slow dating, "remember what you deserve", divine counterpart.

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bearbunnycheetah · 25 days

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🐆🐻✨CHAPTER 3: SUNNY SIDE OF THINGS✨🐻🐆

Note: Stuffs been going wild so I posted this WAYY later than I wanted, but I hope you guys still enjoy!

Percy reaches for her keys and opens the door, turning on the lights to her apartment. They flickered to life and illuminated the space. The sisters both looked inside, it was a pretty nice looking place all things considered.

A small living room to the left with a tv, an open kitchen to the right, and what appears to be a mini hallway leading to three doors infront of them. Percy’s home had a nice dull blue wallpaper covering mostly everything. Molly looked at a clock on the wall, 10PM. Way past her bedtime at this point.

“You two need some rest, we can discuss the layout of my apartment and other things in the morning. Are you two sureyou don’t wish to take my room for the night?”

“Sleeping in someone elses room is weird.” Lorelai said, crossing her arms as she looked around.

“Yeah, we can take the couch or the floor. We don’t really mind! I promise!” Molly smiled apologetically, Lori rolled her eyes.

Percy nods. “Alright, please go ahead and sit down. I will go ahead to get some pillows and blankets for you two.” She smiles at them, then leaves the room.

Molly waits for Percy to be completely gone, then lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She sits down on the couch, then grabs her phone from her pocket. Molly opens the group chat she has with her friends, and starts typing.

—————

Molly: Hi guys, anyone still awake?

PHANTOM OF POTIONS PAST, GRIMLORD OF DARKNESS!: HIIII! Yes I am indeed awake >:]

Molly: Oh, hi Trixie! I’m assuming Feenie’s asleep cause it’s her bedtime?

PoPPGoD: Yeahh probably! Why are you up so late anyway? Did something happen?

Molly: Yeah, my dad got arrested.

PoPPGoD: WOOOOOOO!

Molly: Trixie…

PoPPGoD: Oh whoops, sorry- what happened?

Molly: The cop that interviewed me a bit ago about the museum apparently found out about my situation and took me and Lori in. Currently in her apartment right now.

PoPPGoD: I dont trust them coppers… but as long as ur OK, im OK! >:D

Molly: Thanks Trixie… I’ll see if I can go more indepth on what happened tomorrow at school. I’m getting sleepy.

PoPPGoD: Oke, sweet dreams!

Molly: Night!

—————

Molly leans back into the sofa, then smiles. Hopefully she’ll be able to go to school tomorrow and talk to them.

“I’m back, apologies for the wait.” Percy walks in holding several pillows and blankets, all in mostly blues, yellows, and whites.

“Dibs on the couch!” Lorelai said, grabbing some pillows and immediately making herself comfortable. Her knight costume poofed out of existence in a flash of glitter into her normal outfit.

“But- aw, fine...” Molly sighed in defeat, standing up from the couch.

Oh well, the floor is probably fine. Considering it’s Percy she probably keeps it pretty clean. Theres a rug too so maybe it’s a bit comfier..? It takes a few minutes for Molly to finally get to a comfortable enough position to lay down.

“Goodnight, you two.”

“Goodnight, Percy!”

“…Night.”

And with that, Percy turns off the lights and goes to her room. Immediately falling asleep when she lays down in bed. The noise of the city melting together into a cacophany of sounds that were oddly comforting, she’s probably gonna take a few days off from work to help the two adjust.

Percy should wake up early tomorrow, her usual breakfast was just toast and some water but these two probably needed more food than that. Maybe something like cereal? No, far too sugary. She wasn’t even sure if she had anything like that. Toast, water, orange juice, eggs-

Wait, eggs?

There was a smell of something being cooked from the kitchen, Percy stirred and opened her eyes. Oh dear, it was morning already? She looks at her alarm clock. 5:40 AM. How peculiar, she gets up from her bed and puts on her slippers to investigate.

Percy walked into the living room, the pillows and blankets were folded neatly and placed on the coffee table. While the couch where Lorelai was sleeping had an… iridescent bubble in its place.

It clipped into the floor and couch as if it was a bugged model in a video game. She stared in utter confusion for a bit before a voice from the kitchen piped up.

“Morning Percy!” Molly said, holding a pan. Why was she making breakfast?

Percy flinched, completely forgetting that she got up to see who was awake this early. “Ah! Good morning to you too, Molly.” Percy turns to her and gestures to the bubble. “May I ask why your sister has turnt into a sphere?”

“Oh, it’s just an epithet thing.” Molly puts the pan in the sink. “Lorelai can make these things called ‘dream bubbles’ where she makes these fantasy worlds, sometimes she just sleep-inscribes.”

“I see… Why are you up so early?”

“Oh! Well… I wanted to repay you for letting us stay here so I thought I should make breakfast!” Molly points at the table. There was buttered toast and eggs, either boiled or sunnyside up. “We should probably go get groceries and stuff, there wasn’t a lot in your fridge to work with…”

“Noted. But thank you for this, Molly.” Percy goes to sit down, then picks up a boiled egg and inspects it closely. “So, about your sister…”

“Don’t worry, I can go wake her up.” Molly looks at the bubble for a second, then walks over to the couch.

Percy watches in curiosity, she knew Molly and Lorelai had epithets from their files. “DUMB” and “AUGMENT” respectively, but she’s never seen it in action. Percy watched as Molly knocked on the bubble for a few seconds, calling Lorelais name repeatedly to wake her up. After a few minutes she rolled her eyes, reaching her hand out as a small green glow appeared.

Molly moved her hand closer to the iridescent surface and a hole appeared like a rift in the air. Slowly the gap grew bigger until it was about the size of Molly herself. She entered the bubble and the hole dissapeared along with her.

Percy decided to go and make some coffee while she waited since she still felt a bit tired from last night, more and more time passes and… POOF!

The detective turnt around, alarmed at the sudden sound. Then there stood a groggy Lorelai and a mildly upset Molly.

“Good morning, Lorelai!” Percy said, grabbing her drink without looking and returning to the small dining table. Honestly you probably couldn’t even consider it a dining table, more like a table for one that crammed three chairs.

“Yeah, morning.” Lorelai wiped away the fog from her eyes, then quietly went over to the table grabbing a plate. Molly followed.

“I decided to go ahead and work from home while you two get settled here.” Percy takes a sip of coffee. “Since you two have school I will be responsible for your education for the time being.”

“Me and Lorelai usually change between having to work and having to go to school. I attend school on odd days and she attends school on even ones so that means-”

“You have to go to school and I get to stay here and relax!” Lorelai interrupts her and grins, Molly scowls at her.

Percy thinks for a second, she never thought the situation was this bad. Who on earth would let a child work instead of attend school!? Oh wait, Martin would. “I… suppose we can still use this system, even for just a few days as you two adjust.” She smiles. “And since I’m not very well acquainted with Miss Lorelai, then perhaps we can use this as a bonding opportunity!”

The three of them continue talking. Percy explaining the layout of the house, the chores, and potentially getting the two of them a room to share, more and more time passes till they all finish and go do their own thing.

Lorelai made another bubble in the corner of the living room, Percy did the dishes, and Molly got ready for school.

Molly already had her schoolwork in her backpack, so she had no need to go back to the emporium to retrieve her things. That was nice! She sat at the couch waiting, when Percys voice piped up.

“Are you ready for school?” Percy asked, walking up to Molly.

“Uh, yeah! Are you gonna drive me there?”

“No need, your public school is conveniently just a short jog away from my apartment! If you count 20 minutes short, I mean.” The detective held up a metal lunchbox, it had the SJPD logo on the center, so that probably meant it belonged to Percy. “I’ve also taken the time to go ahead and make you some lunch.”

“Really..?” Molly walked up to the lunch box and grabbed it from Percys hand, staring at it. “Theres… Really no need to do that, I usually just ask my friends or buy some stuff at the cafeteria.”

“I personally do not think the cafeteria food they serve is enough for a childs daily diet.” Percy explains. “You can just think of it as a thank-you for making breakfast.” She smiled.

Molly stopped staring at the lunchbox realizing that was probably weird, then turns to Percy to smile at her too.

“Well then, I’ll go ahead and drop you off at school. I’m assuming your sister will be fine if I leave her for a few minutes?”

“She can last in bubbles for hours, she’ll be fine.” Molly explains.

And then the two of them leave the apartment. The streets here were much, much louder than Molly expected. She covers her ears as she walked, which Percy took note of. More time passes and Percy drops off Molly at school.

Molly waved goodbye at her as she walked away when a sudden jingling bell sound grew closer and closer until-

“MOLLY!!!”

Phoenica Fleecity and Trixie Roughhouse hugged Molly as tight as they could, which was less bone-crushing and more soft and fluffy due to Feenie. “Trixie told me everything! We’re so glad you’re okay!”

“She did?” Oh right, Molly sent a message to the group chat.

“Really happy that dad of yours is outta the picture now!” Trixie said, grinning.

“Haha, yeah. I am too…” Molly hugged them both back, the hug lasted for a few seconds before the bell rang.

“…How about I tell you guys everything when lunch comes around?” Molly asked.

“Oh sure! Stay safe Molly!” Phoenica smiled even harder then let go of both of them, walking off to her class.

“You do too…”

“…So did Lorelai get arrested too?” Trixie piped up.

“Trixie!” She playfully shoved them with an elbow. “Don’t be like that!”

“Yeah yeah, I know! Just checkin!”

Note: MAKING THESE CUSTOM BACKGROUNDS WERE SO TIME CONSUMING. IT LITERALLY TOOK LONGER THAN THE ACTUAL CHAPTER ITSELF AND DELAYED IT FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS DEAR GOD. Hopefully now that this is out I can go back to answering asks for the characters and posting art too! Super proud of this one!

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stardustedreams222 · 25 days

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Pick a Pile Collective Love Reading ✨

What’s something your Significant Other wants to tell you but they are too afraid to say it?

🦢These are hard truths to hear, please take a deep breath to open your heart space then choose the pile, crystal or emoji you’re most drawn to. As always, Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. You are always in control of your life. ☁️✨

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

☁️Pile 1: Redline Marble

7 of Wands, Hermit Reversed, King of Cups

They wanna tell you that you’re doing more harm than good by standing your ground and putting up boundaries. That right now, you’re really just isolating yourself from the world. They don’t think it’s healthy but they don’t want to tell you bc they don’t want you to push them away too.

Here’s your advice: Boundaries are a good thing but you have to set those boundaries with compassion and a balanced mind and heart. Are the people you’re cutting off from your life people who are really bad or are they just telling you truths you’re not ready to hear? You need to have Compassion and Patience with yourself first so that you can feel your emotions and have compassion and patience for others who might not have the right words to say the right things.

Signs this is for you: Seagulls, 1989 Taylor’s version, Out of the Woods song in particular, Beach, Pier, Malibu, Sand, White, Blue, 999 777 1111

🦢Pile 2: Selenite

4 of swords, 7 of swords, Chariot, Six of cups Reversed

They want to tell you that they think you need to stand up for yourself. Right now they think you’re taking things too lightly, and justifying it as “I’m staying out of it for my own peace”— but they really think this is just letting other people get away with being mean to you. They want you to start standing your ground and sticking up for yourself even if this means getting into an argument with someone or taking the conflict to HR. They think it’s necessary and the faster you do this the better it’ll be for you. They also want to say that if you need help doing this they’re here for you. You don’t have to face your bullies alone. 🩷

Conflict can be really difficult to face but you deserve to feel safe and if someone is causing you trouble, talking it through and fixing it is better than putting on a mask and convincing yourself it doesn’t hurt.

Signs this is for you: Napping a lot, Feeling restless, Anxiety, Shaking, Mirrors, Mirror magic, Cats, White, Black, Orange cats, Golden retriever, Pitbull 323 333 444 777

🤍Pile 3: Rose Quartz

Knight of Cups Reversed, Knight of Pentacles Reversed, 4 of Wands

This is in regard to a wedding or a marriage. Some of you are planning a wedding and others are already married. There’s conflict with the parents in law or with your parents. Your significant other thought this would be like a fairytale wedding/marriage. But it’s turning out to be either a nightmare or they’re realizing their ideas of this were unrealistic. They thought you were going to be their knight in shining armor to defend them against all troubles with your parents {this is giving Rapunzel, where the prince saves her from mother gothel except you didn’t do this. But they thought and wished you would.} They don’t want to bring this up because they’re worried that when push comes to shove you’ll choose your parents{in law} over them. They’re used to being neglected or chosen last for everything and as much as this is hurting them right now, they’re choosing to suffer in silence. I can see this isn’t your intention at all, but instead you just wanted to keep the peace. Unfortunately, this isnt a situation where keeping the peace is a good thing.

Your advice is to think about what you want and what you are willing to do to show your love. This will require you to stand your ground with your parents{in law} to be the protector your significant other needs you to be. First, create a safe space for your significant other where you can sit down and talk. Let them know they are loved and cherished. Work on making them feel that they don’t have to worry about you choosing someone else over them including your parents{in law.}

Be prepared for healing tears and be open to collaborating on how to fix this moving forward not only with your parents{in law} but with each other. Work on rebuilding a foundation of trust with open, honest communication. It can be difficult at first to get the words out but be patient and compassionate with each other and everything will be all right 🩷✨

Step Two is implementing this by talking to your parents{in laws} and putting up boundaries necessary to protect you and your significant other’s peace.

Signs this is for you: Fighting over tablecloths, Theme wedding, Elven or Fantasy theme wedding, Destination wedding, The Witcher, Game of Thrones, ACOTAR, Estranged parents, Mother/Father in law visiting, Crowded guest bedroom/house, Family gathering, Reunion, Red, White, Black, Silver and Bronze, 353 333 555 444 1111

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

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albondiguilla007 · 6 months

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So:

I mostly opened this account to talk about Harry Potter with other fans. I need potterhead friends I’m begging you, take pity on me.

✨ First though, here’s a Marauders playlist:

✨ Profile pic by sophitil

Ok, so a bit about me and this blog’s contents:

✨ We don’t judge here, every ship is welcome

✨But if it’s gay better

✨ I love the golden trio, I won’t stand for ANY kind of SLANDER, not of Ron, not of Hermione, least of all Harry. They are human, and they are good friends with flaws who love each other very much. They are growing up, grieving, taking care of each other and learning about life. I adore their friendship, and fanfics that realistically explore their relationship will always be a soft spot of mine. (wholesome one shot)

✨ Hot take: If you have any fanfic recommendation where they are romantically together (the three of them, as in an actual relationship), I would appreciate it very much

✨ Drarry (please) 🥵

✨ Lily Evans is my queen and goddess

✨ Jegulus (depending on the mood) Jegulily thooo 👀

✨ Tomarry? I’M A SLUT FOR TOMARRY (please I need more time travel fanfic recommendations) Some very good ones tho:

Terrible, but Great.

you belong to me (i belong to you).

Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men. (This one is not time trivel per se but its AMAZING I’m telling ya)

Wear me like a locket around my throat

(all of them are in ao3)

✨ My boy Harry is incredibly underrated on his own book, like...? He is amazing, I love him, I wish him all the happiness in the world. WE NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE ALL HIS MENTAL STRUGGLES AND GRIEVING PROCESSESS ARE PORTRAYED. (He’s gone through so much, I don’t buy the way canon just swept everything under the rug and moved on)

✨ Draco Malfoy is a power bottom, fight me

✨ Another soft spot of mine? Fanfics where Harry time travels to a time where his parents are alive or a different dimension all together.

To make it better

Devil’s White Knight

Across the universe

You’re somebody else

(all in ao3 except Across the universe, that’s a short story in fanfic.net)

Other recommendations

✨ My bedtime readings are hardcore Drarry smut with some very questionable dom/sub dynamics. RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE 🙏🏻

✨ Canon Remus was a bit of a people pleaser with no personality, but I forgive him because fanon, obviously

✨Canon James Potter was a dick, but I forgive him too. He did change a bit after Hogwarts, but I keep hoping he would’ve matured more if he’d had the chance to grow up into an actual adult

✨ Aaron Taylor Johnson and every other version of James Potter is mine, no arguments

✨ NO SNAPE SLANDER. He is an amazing character, and a very complex one at that. He is not supposed to be a good person, but a complicated one with a gray set of values. Y’all do not understand that, and I’m tired of watching Marauders stans be so fucking hypocritical when it comes to him.

Crime and Punishment (an amazing severitus fic on ao3)

✨ August, Cardigan and Betty are about these three idiots (Lily, James and Regulus) and you can’t change my mind. If you have any fanfic recs I’m all ears.

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little-demy · 2 months

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Triplets of Hallownest

An AU for my AE OCs Johanna (MQ; green one), Joanne (DF; blue one), ans Jeannette (AQW, purple one) as a character from Hollow Knight instead because I love mixing up my characters in different fandoms. Also a bonus of Arc as a vessel✨

I have a whole setting, lore, and in game gameplay stuff like quest below, please bear my crazy self indulging idea

Updated version of bugified michel trio + arc but with some rambles because I can't just stop at just one design somehow and I cannot not share the idea I have in my mind

**Johanna**

- was once one of the scholar from Fog Canyon, studied under Monomon alongside Quirrel. She's far more interested with the existence of void and received an approval to study it (in hope her research can help with the infection and the vessel project).

- bad news, since long exposure of void is bad for them. Soon enough Johanna started to be poisoned.

- As for in game timeline, she lives in a small hut in Greenpath area, known as "Swallowtail Laboratory". This place is Johanna's reclused home to continue studying the void so she won't expose anyone else and especially her sisters with void.

- Will have mini quest for Knight/Ghost to send letters to her sisters if the player have met her before she died (she will die after forgotten crossroad become infected crossroad).

**Joanne**

- travelling mercenary kind of character. A wanderer, so she can be found in several location. Her location is hinted by sound of a flute, the closer player to her place the louder the flute is.

- travel with her adopted son, a vessel known as Arc.

- first seen in Greenpath, after that player can meet her on other map (except ancient basin and abyss). She won't play her flute in deepnest or resting ground

- after receiving Johanna's letter, she disappeared from any other map and can only be found by Johanna's hut, sitting and playing solemn music by Johanna's grave with Arc asleep om her lap

**Arc**

- a living vessel. His pronouns are he/him

- older than he seems. He's growing in a slow pace.

- very protective of his mother. When seen from afar, he's asleep while leaning on his mother. Once approached he will woke up and stand with his nail ready. He won't fight you though

**Jeannette**

- Can be found in Kingdom's Edge. Attacked player once they arrived and start a boss fight immediately. After winning, player can finally talk to her. If you have met Joanne, she will talked about her and Arc.

- after receiving Johanna's letter, she will disappear from her area in the edge and appeared by Johanna's grave, taking care of her weapon silently.

**Additional Setting**

If player/Ghost didn't do the letter quest, Joanne and Jeannette will spawn by their own in Johanna's hut. Entering the hut will turn them hostile and start a boss battle with the two of them. Defeating them will turn them friendly again and they're both back vibing and minding their own business in the hut.

#hollow knight #hk #hollow knight oc #hk oc #alternate universe #original character #oc #oc: johanna #oc: joanne #oc: arc #oc: jeannette #an AU where they are triplets!#might gonna draw different ocs as a holloe knight characters/bugs more in the future lmao #tbf I don't know if butterfly have hair like Marissa or that's just Marissa thing™#i choose the safe option of no hair

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crystals-cave · 11 months

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What do you need to hear right now?✨🪐🖤

Hi Everyone, I’m finally back from a long hiatus. Here is finally a new PAC reading from me 🖤

Note: Dear readers, kindly note that all readings are meant to be just a form of guidance and not actual advice from a medical professional.

Choose the pile that sparks a memory in you, be it a person/place/music/object etc. If more than 1 pile sparks a memory in you, pick the pile that makes you feel most strongly. If you feel strongly for both, you may go ahead and read more than 1 pile.

As this is a general reading, do take what resonates for you and take the remaining with a pinch of salt.

Note: photos are all taken by me

Tw: mentions of depression

Pile 1 | Pile 2

Pile 3 | Pile 4

Pile 1

4 of Swords

Knight of Swords (rx)

The Hanged Man

Death

10 of Pentacles (rx)

Hi Pile 1! Right off the bat, what you need most right now is to rest, especially your mind. You have all sorts of thoughts running through your head right now and it’s starting to wear you down. It’ll be great if you can take a break from everything for a few days and meditate and clear your mind off whatever that is troubling you.

Another thing I’m hearing is that you need to take it easier and go with the flow. Once you’re less tense, you’ll be able to see new things flow into your life. You’ll also be able to see from perspectives that you have not been able to before and it will be a self-awakening moment for you.

If you do not take this much needed rest, I see you feeling more miserable and stressed than before. So do take a bit of time off for yourself

Pile 2

Death

Ace of Cups (rx)

The Magician (rx)

10 of Pentacles (rx)

6 of Swords

Dear Pile 2, I’m sorry you’re feeling this way now. I feel that most of you in Pile 2 are feeling rather down right now. You may feel like your mental space is tilt off balance or feel like you’re drowning in a pool and unable to gasp for air. Some of you may be diagnosed with depression. Most of you feel like you’re unable to see the end of the tunnel and you’re just walking blindly in the dark. (Please seek help if you need to).

My advice for you Pile 2, is to start a new journey. I feel that being in the “now” and following your usual routine is just making you get stuck in a loop of helplessness.

I hear that going for a cruise would really help with your mental space a lot. I hope you can step out of room and let yourself explore the world a little to find yourself again.

Pile 3

Knight of Cups

The High Priestess

2 of Swords

Temperance (rx)

3 of Swords (rx)

Hello Pile 3, what I think you need to hear most right now is to make up your mind. You’ve recently heard a message about something that needs you to make a decision. Deep down, you already know the choice you’re going to make. However, I still see you sitting on the fence about it and giving yourself headaches over it.

Whatever the outcome is from that choice, there’s bound to be people happy or unhappy about it. You can’t please everyone. Gather some courage and make the choice anyway. I think some of you in Pile 3 are leaders as well. Bravely make the choice like a leader would. No matter who this affects, those that are truly on your side will stand by you. Those who don’t, you know you don’t need them anyway.

It may be tough and set you off balance initially, but you’ll can sieve away the ‘fake’ people in your life. And, isn’t it better this way?

Pile 4

6 of Wands

6 of Pentacles

King of Swords

Page of Pentacles (rx)

Page of Swords

Hey Pile 4, welcome to your reading. Half of you here may have just received good news and the other half are waiting to hear the good news.

However, what I hear is that you have to remain vigilant and cautious despite the good things rolling into your. There is plenty of peace and harmony coming in with the gifts that you have been waiting for.

Despite the good things, you need to be careful of some who are jealous of you. Be smart about how you reveal it as well! If it's not handled tactfully, it may cause rumours that make people view you negatively. When handled carefully and humbly, it will be clear for everyone that instead of bragging, you are simply spreading good news. That way, people who are envious will not be able to drag your reputation through the mud.

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Hi Beans, I’m finally here. Diluting the sad with fun and very OOC.

I don’t really have a lot of ideas about what to write, but I remembered that I shared my idea of Es with the chivalrous Argenti's personality. So. AU in a vacuum (maybe an actors AU, maybe not), where Es thought that it would be funny to surprise the prisoners with the behavior of a knight(maybe Jackalope came up with that idea, maybe just strange sense of humor). What about the prisoners' reactions? (gallantry and compliments to plants attached) I think Mahiru would have joined the drive even if she didn’t really understand what happened. Fuuta would probably say "ugh, cringe" and that would make him a great target for the rest of the day.

YESS ahahaha, this is such a fun idea! I wrote a little scene with a few characters, but honestly it's hysterical picturing any of them trying to figure out how to react to this new and sparkling Es... I went for a version where not even Jackalope was prepared, but I can certainly see him suggesting something crazy like that to shake things up omg. Thank you so much for the request! The original meme was made by Mug, and I couldn't help but do a doodle myself ✨🌹

Amane was the first to witness it. She fled as soon as possible, finding sanctuary in the common room. The others were surprised as she stumbled in, face pale and eyes wide. Very little could frighten the girl; it was not a good sign.

Yuno moved to comfort her. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes went distant with the harrowing memory. “It’s Es,” was all she said.

“Did they do something cruel?”

“No. Worse.” Amane shivered. “They were… nice.”

“They were what?”

Amane opened her mouth, but paused at the sound of heels clicking down the hallway.

She stiffened. “If you need me you can find me in my cell.” She disappeared as quickly as she came. The others, who had been listening in on the odd conversation, gaped after her. They tried to piece together what had been so unsettling. Still, Es’ boots approached.

All eyes landed on the doorway.

And Es appeared. They looked very normal. Jackalope hopped up behind them. All shoulders sagged in relief. Es surveyed the room, slightly surprised to find everyone staring.

Then, they smiled.

It was a genuine, bright smile. The blue-gray of their eyes sparkled with a new light. Their lips parted to release a lighthearted laugh, unlike anything the prisoners had heard from them before.

They glided through the room, heels clicking lightly behind them until they came to Muu. The others stood frozen in place.

Es swept their cape aside with a grand flourish of their arm. They held both her hand and her gaze with warmth.

“Why, hello, Muu! You’re looking as positively lovely as always. Has this fine morning treated you well?”

“Um…” She looked to everyone, her face pleading for a little guidance. They were too busy looking eagerly to her in astonishment. “Uh… yes?”

“I’m pleased to hear it.” They reached behind themself. The room let out a soft gasp as they produced a pale pink flower from underneath their cape.

“For you, my dear.”

They didn’t wait for her to finish stuttering a confused ‘thank you’ before they turned to whoever was standing closest. Mahiru’s own face lit up as Es turned their glimmering gaze her way. Fuuta scoffed, muttering something about this being the lamest, cringiest thing he’d witnessed. Es pretended not to hear.

“Shiina Mahiru… a smile like yours is rare to find in a place like this. I thank you for it.” They pinched their chin and angled their head, thinking. “The meaning of your name has to do with light, correct?”

She nodded, unable to keep the giddiness from her face. The others watched as Es moved their glove behind once more. Surely there was no room for any more flowers hidden there…

Surely they were all mistaken – Es flicked their wrist to present a small gathering of yellow blooms.

“Something radiant for someone as bright as you.”

She fell over herself with gratitude and giggles. She tried to tuck it into her hair, and Mikoto stepped over to help her. The pair raised their eyebrows at each other in disbelief.

This time, Es retrieved their gift before turning to their next victim. A classic red rose. They caught a prisoner’s gaze.

“Oh, no. Nope. No way.” Fuuta held up his hands, as if it could ward them off. “I don’t want your stupid-ass flowers.”

“Now, now, I see you’re playing hard to get, as usual.” They brushed their thumb along the thorny stem. “You know, the rose has a very similar approach.”

Fuuta’s face now matched the flower’s color. “Wha–” He stumbled backward, then took off running to the door. “I don’t know what weird mind games you’re trying to pull, but I’m staying out of it!”

Es only clicked their tongue gently when he disappeared. “Always making things difficult, that one. All part of his charm, I suppose.”

They followed to the entrance. Turning briefly, they flashed their smile once more.“It was wonderful to see you all! I will await our next meeting eagerly.”

With a fluttery wave, they vanished.

Everyone’s attention shot to Jackalope, who had paused in the doorway. No one could understand his voice, but his little rabbit face seemed to say, Hey, don't look at me. I have no fucking idea.

#milgram #es #muu kusunoki #mahiru shiina #fuuta kajiyama #featuring others #asdfsadfs its so silly i love that for them 😂#i hope i wrote them alright -- i dont usually analyze that character type for writing too much 😅#i think yuno and muu would be suspicious at first since theyre used to fake people but would see it was all harmless and accept es' kindnes #haruka and mahiru are super flattered all the time <3 mikoto enjoys it but doesnt really take the compliments to heart #fuuta is downright disgusted but YES it makes him the biggest target 😂#shidou and kazui dont quite understand #but theyre both poetic guys and would probably nod along and muse on what es is saying about flowers and beauty #i wrote amane uncomfortable for the comedy but honestly i think shed enjoy it too after getting over her confusion #kotoko just tries to talk to es as normal #theyll give her a poetic speech complimenting her only to be met with #'yeah i know but thats not important. now as we were talking about...'#no one knows where they keep getting all these flowers from #asdfsdf the art had me cackling the whole time -- if you post yours lmk!!! it was so perfect omg #drabbles

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dc418writes · 2 years

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What Big Eyes You Have

✨Pairing✨: lumberjack!Ari Levinsonxblack!Reader

Summary🪄: Your knight in shining armor might not be as noble as you thought

⚠️: MINORS DNI!!!!, Ari (always first and foremost), hunter/prey chase situation, mention of an injured body part, partial memory loss, mention of unprotected adult fun times (wrap it up guys and gals, get tested, and pee after sex ladies!), semi explicit smut (at least I don’t think it’s fully explicit), nudity, body worship (f), allusions to oral (f), biting, mention of blood (small amount), violence (man-man)

A/N🎙: Hey guys! Really quick just wanted to say how this is my first time trying my hand at something smut related/adjacent (then again maybe it’s just full smut?? Idk, can you tell I’m nervous!?! Lol), and I just hope it’s ok. If there’s any warning I missed please let me know, and as always I hope you enjoy☺️!

Disclaimer!: although collage was created by me, I DO NOT OWN NOR CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos as they were all found on Pinterest

“You sure you alright out there?”

“Yes I’m fine,” you giggle. “I’m in a completely renovated and furnished cabin with internet and surprisingly good service-,”

“That’s in the woods with no one else,” Selene, your best friend, adds making you roll your eyes. She, along with your parents, tried getting you to change your mind about journeying up to those foreign woods inhabited by dangerous animals and who knows.

None of this made you falter though, still eager to get to the waiting rental home surrounded by trees and much needed quiet.

The daily cycle of work, home, then work again was weighing on you enough that you knew a break was needed. Especially before the quickly approaching holiday season filled with the unnecessary stresses of gift shopping and visiting family member after family member. And yes you easily could’ve opted for an ornate resort on a warm island with endless sun and salt in the air, but there was also something beautiful—and highly undervalued—about having a front row seat to experience fall, and all it’s adjoining accessories, in such a raw setting.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” you state sliding your backpack on your shoulders as you head towards the door. “Call you when I get back, okay?”

“You better.”

Leaves and Earth crunching below your sneakers, you allow your mind to let go of any stresses currently plaguing your mind and aim your focus on what’s around you. Oaks and pines seemingly touching the heavens, while the sky begins its shift from serene blue to a mixture of pink and orange creating a golden hue to shine on everything in its wake. Birds soaring high as the squirrels bound from branch to branch either playing with another or in search of tonight’s dinner.

A small smile even spreads across your lips catching a small, beige rabbit planted in a patch of grass as it’s jaw twitched chewing on the dandelion partially hanging from its mouth.

“Aren’t you cute,” you whisper crouching down to find another dandelion beside you. “This your favorite? Hm?”

Keeping your hand as steady as possible, you slowly try to approach the woodland creature being as gentle as the breeze. It’s long ear flicks as it’s head turns. Little paws close to its white chest while it stands peering at you with beady eyes.

“It’s okay. Here, I’ll leave it. Don’t wanna make you nervous.”

Squat down with knees pressed against your chest, they cover your mouth helping you to contain your excitement watching your new bunny friend inch closer cautiously sniffing the ground. It’s nearly in range to bite down on the dandelion’s stem before the loud snap of a twig has it quickly hopping away and your head turning in every direction as you stand. Silence returns but only for a few seconds before there’s another snap along with the rustle of leaves.

Throat turning dry and heart thudding in your chest, your hands instinctively wrap tighter around the straps of your bag. “H-Hello?!,” you call out into the open air.

It’s quiet again. Eerily so as you take a slow step backwards in the direction you came from still actively searching all around for the culprit.

Maybe it was just a deer?

A deep growl tells you otherwise, giving your legs all the motivation they’d ever need to move.

The designated path is forgotten letting your feet carry you in whatever direction felt right, weaving around thick trunks and trying to evade the extra set of steps crunching close behind. You dare not look back, simply focused on getting away from whatever was breathing just as hard behind you, and hoping your stamina didn’t run out anytime soon.

Then you’re stuck.

Your ankle tightly bound by a rope trap cleverly hidden among the dirt and fallen leaves that yanks your leg so hard you fall back with a scream. Head thudding against the cool ground before your body is dragged and pulled upward along an oak until you’re helplessly dangling upside down. The ringing in your ears and pounding of your head make it hard to fight for escape, or fight the impending unconsciousness creeping in no matter how hard you tried to keep moving.

You can only whimper briefly meeting the golden eyes and sharp teeth bared as it snarls mere centimeters from your pained face. The warm air from its nostrils fanning your across your skin before all you see is darkness.

When you come to, you’re body is covered in a thick blanket as you lie on a foreign dark brown couch in an unknown living room. From what you could see, there was nothing lining the walls besides the dark wood planks that made up the home. No framed pictures, no decorations. Just a lone clock that ticked with every passing second.

It’s hard to sit up from the soreness in your back and slight dizziness in your head making you wince as you hold the cool rag to your head.

“Hey, take it slow,” a deep voice instructs startling you deeper into the couch’s back cushions.

Almond strands resting at his nape, his deep blue eyes were concerned as his muscular body neared closer to you. His large hands in front of him in surrender seeing you unsuccessfully try to scurry to the other side of the couch.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. My name’s Ari, I found you in the woods and brought you back here.”

You’re quiet as you study him. His burgundy flannel tight on his arms and opened to show the white tank underneath. His dark jeans over his equally thick thighs and cuffs resting over his work boots.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“…Y-Y/N.”

“That’s very pretty,” he smiles, and you could’ve sworn the room doubled its brightness.

“…w-what happened? And where is here?,” you shyly ask.

“Looks like you got caught in a hunter’s trap. Your ankle’s a bit scratched up and I’m guessing you knocked your head pretty good too. May I?”

Gently kneeling, he searches your nervous eyes for permission before reaching for your ankle to check under your bandage. His palms are rough from handiwork, but touch surprisingly careful and smooth like a feather caressing against one’s skin. You can’t seem to look away from his rugged face concentrated on dressing your wound, and his long lashes beautifully resting on the tops of his lightly freckled cheeks.

“And here, is my cabin. Where are you staying?”

“A cabin,” you answer, wincing as he carefully placed your ankle down. “Can’t remember the number though.”

“Are you up here with someone?”

“No, i-it’s just me.”

Ari lightly nods meeting your eyes again before standing to retrieve a backpack from the far corner of the room, “You had this on when I found you. Maybe there’s something inside that might help.”

Unzipping the front pocket, you find a set of keys and your cellphone displaying unread messages and a couple missed calls from your parents.

Hey it’s been over an hour, everything good? (sent 7:53 pm)

Y/N? Cmon this isn’t funny (sent 9:10 pm)

Ok, for my sanity I’m assuming you ate then went to bed and forgot to text me you got in…again😒 (sent 9:27 pm)

If I don’t hear anything by tomorrow afternoon, I’m calling the cops I swear to God (sent 9:28 pm)

Looking at the time, it’s a little after 10 the next day.

“Okay?,” he asks setting a bottle of water down on the table beside you.

Nodding, you turn your phone to show him the address sent in one of your earlier messages. “This is where I’m staying. Cabin 535.”

“You’re just a ways up the road then,” he softly smiles. “We can leave in a few minutes.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again!,” Selene speaks through the phone. As soon as you entered the foyer, with the help of Ari’s thick arm around your waist, your phone vibrated with an incoming call showing the picture of you and your best friend laughing side by side.

You’re honestly surprised you weren’t already met with at least one squad car knowing how worried sick she was.

“I was minutes away from calling the cops and driving up there myself.”

“I’m sorry. I meant to call but then I hit my head-,”

“Wait, hit your head? What happened? You okay?”

“Yea I’m fine. Apparently there was a hunter’s trap-,”

“Apparently? You don’t remember?”

There’s a few seconds of silence as you bite the nail on your thumb looking down at your lap before a soft “no” slips past your lips.

“Okay, probable concussion. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Just sore on my back. My ankle’s scraped up a little. I promise I’m okay though! Ari found me and brought me back to his cabin-,”

“Ari? Who’s that?”

“He’s a guy that lives a few minutes away,” you answer turning to gaze at the man standing on your backporch leaning against the wooden post. His back facing you as smoke wisps from his lips to the cool air following the latest drag from his cigarette.

“And this guy just miraculously found you?,” she asks with a twinge of skepticism.

“Well yea, he said he was on a walk and I was just hanging there unconscious. He seems really nice.”

“So did Ted Bundy and Jeffery Dahmer,” she replies under her breath. “Listen, stay in your cabin alright? I’m gonna try to get up there to bring you back home.”

“Selene-,”

“Nothing you say will stop me from coming Y/N. You’re hurt with amnesia, you don’t need to be alone.”

You knew her words were true. And with her mind set, there’s nothing more you can do except sit there in silence until she was done.

“And don’t let him back in. Hear me?” It’s ironic how at that same moment, his large figure steps through the sliding glass door returning to your kitchen. He lifts the corners of his mouth in a soft smile causing your own to follow shortly after.

Ari had taken care of you, bandaged your wounds, and made sure you were comfortable since finding you. How could someone so sweet possibly be bad?

“You say it like he’s bad,” you mumble loud enough for only her to hear.

“Because he might be! For all we know, he’s the one who set that trap.” Again, then why treat you so nice? “I’ll call you later okay? Be careful and stay inside.”

Setting your phone down, your fingers meet your temples trying to rub away the little ache forming as you quietly grimace. How long was this supposed to last? It was gonna be a bit difficult trying to do for yourself when you could hardly keep your eyes open for too long.

“You should rest,” Ari says handing you a bottle of ibuprofen, which you graciously took. “Someone coming for you?”

“My friend said she would try.”

“Well, I’ll tell you now, if she’s not here by the weekend she’s not makin’ it,” he states stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Storm’s headed this way, which means the roads are gonna be flooded or closed.”

“Oh..”

He barely knew you, but watching the worry set in your body as your arms wrapped around your middle brought this protectiveness out of him wanting to take away your fears any way he could.

“You’ll be fine,” he speaks trying to ease your mind—and that little voice in his own concerned about you being alone in your condition.

“Stay inside, and if things start looking bad the day of, get to your bathroom and lie down in the tub.” Nodding your head, he can still see how uneasy you are from the way you chew on your plump bottom lip.

He has to mentally check himself that he doesn’t stare too long at such a simple yet distracting habit that had him shamefully curious if it tasted as good as you made it seem.

It came to pass that Selene wasn’t able to make it to you in time due to work and the incoming weather, as Ari said. So the days that followed, you heeded their instruction on staying in. You’d wake up, eat breakfast, then watch tv until Ari would knock at the door announcing his presence. He’d always hand you a bit of extra food from what he’d made the night before—making sure you had something to eat for the day—stored in a medium sized Tupperware before going to the bed of his truck to unload more firewood for you. You were pretty sure you had enough since you didn’t use the fireplace every day, but you were still thankful for his generosity.

Admittedly, you didn’t believe him when he first told you he was a lumberjack, never having met one in real life. You’d only ever heard of them in fairytales and the occasional ad for the newest pick-up truck with all wheel drive and other irresistible features every man just had to have.

He deeply chuckled when you told him that, flashing his pearly whites as the corners of his eyes wrinkled in the cutest way.

“Well, I’m your proof we’re definitely real sweetheart.”

It was the first time he’d used the term with you, and the way it sparked tingles through your body and warmed your cheeks had you addicted already.

He’d stay for a while talking with you and making sure you were okay before leaving close to nightfall with the promise of returning the next day if he could. It was like clockwork how he’d gather his things and put on his coat just as golden hour had dimmed from its brightest hue. Then you were back to the silence of the two story cabin with all its creaks and echoes of the whistling wind.

Something that was once craved now unwanted wishing for the extended company of your rescuer.

“What’s this?” Following you inside, he notices the table set for two with dark green bowls neatly sat on chocolate brown placemats. A spoon besides each along with a folded napkin and glass, while steam twirled from the bubbling pot partially covered on the stove.

“Well you always bring me food, so I thought I’d return the favor,” you smile shyly motioning to everything you set up. “And it’s my thank you for everything you’ve done.”

By the weekend you were much better. Your ankle now able to move without any sense of pain and only lightly bruised along with your back. Your headaches—although still plaguing—not as frequent, allowing you more hours in the day that you could comfortably be up and out of bed.

Ari was happy to see you walking about with the help of his healing hands. Plus that twinkle in your eye as you proudly showed him the fading marks had him smiling brighter than he had in a while. Deep down there was an ache in his heart though knowing soon you’d have to leave; possibly never returning.

The first person he’d actually connected with gone seemingly just as soon as you came. Lips curling into a small smile as you place the full bowl in front of him, he ultimately knew that’s how it had to be. Why it had worked all these years and continued to do so.

It was safer.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

The tomato base of the vegetable stew was the first to find home in his nostrils making him pleasantly hum. It’s added spice of pepper, and maybe cayenne, wasn’t overpowering as it tingled his tongue and caused his mouth to water. Vegetables fresh as if you’d picked them this morning, it was the best dish he’d tasted in years.

“It was no trouble, I just hope it’s fit to eat,” you nervously giggle sitting beside him with your own filled bowl.

Fit to eat? If he was by himself, he’d shame the wildest of dogs from how quick his face would sink into the bowl loudly chewing and slurping; surely spilling juice everywhere that he’d happily lick up later.

“It’s perfect.” Just like you. “Thank you.”

Throughout the day, more and more bulletins flashed across the television screen and your phone regarding the incoming storm. Warnings of definite wind damage and flooding along with lightning as they urged those to be effected to stay safe and make sure they had their needed supplies. The wind already picking up and moving the trees with more force as sprinkles of rain tapped against the window and roof.

By sunset, roads were closed and those nearby were encouraged to head inside, if they hadn’t already, and not leave unless in the event of an emergency. You watched, with disheartened eyes, Ari sigh as he stood knowing what would come next. The words that would slip from his pink lips you didn’t want to hear, especially not tonight.

“I uh better get goin’. Before it gets too bad,” he states walking towards the door with you on his heels.

“Y-Yea, okay.”

Your quieter tone catches him first before he turns to find you downcast with arms securely wrapped around you.

“What’s wrong? Is it your head?”

“No no it’s fine. I just..” The back and forth in your head was tiring debating on whether it was best to say something or leave it be.

“Just what sweetheart?” God, the power of his drawl.

“I…I don’t wanna be alone tonight,” you whisper. He sighs once more scratching his smooth beard. He shouldn’t stay. He can’t stay. No matter how much his heart willed him to take off his boots and join you on the couch or wherever you wanted to be.

“..I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he whispers back. Your gaze falls to the floor making him so badly want to lift your chin and bring you closer. Instead, he stands there watching you awkwardly shift from one foot to the other as his rejection sinks in.

“Oh…I understand.” You didn’t. And it made him all the more frustrated he couldn’t explain. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-,”

“You didn’t. Promise.” His hand itches to reach out to you—even slightly twitching at his side—but he figures it’s best to keep to himself.

The silence is nearly deafening as you both stand there not really sure of what to say or do next. It’s not until the distant rumble of thunder that you get the push you needed. Shoving the embarrassment of potentially looking pushy deep down while moving towards the kitchen to retrieve the Tupperware bowl filled with leftover stew.

“In case you get hungry.” Your small smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes as you hold out the warm container towards him.

At first he doesn’t move, just continuing to peer at you with those gentle yet piercing cerulean gaze and making your heart begin to sink until his palm hesitantly hovers over the side of your neck. Your own lack of movement or protest tells him it’s okay to make contact with your skin as his thumb grazes just under your bottom lip. Then he steps closer. Leaning in until his nose gently brushed against yours to finally meet your lips.

It was like he was testing the waters from how his lips slowly glided along yours; taking his time to truly savor your taste and the feel of your mouth on his. Your arms around his neck invite him closer pressing his brawny body against yours. His hands cautiously wander until they can grip your bottom making you softly gasp and lips part enough that his waiting tongue can explore as well.

His hands pull your legs to wrap around his hips carrying you to the couch after the bowl is long forgotten on the counter. Your lips left swollen as he moves to your neck sucking and nibbling the heated flesh there as you try to catch your breath. Sat straddling his lap, you easily feel his bulge crying to break free against your throbbing center causing your hips to gently buck and grind needing more.

From his muffled groan and hands gripping your hips tighter, so did he.

A quiet whine emanates from your throat when Ari pulls away with swollen, red lips himself. His eyes shades darker from his blown pupils as he’s quick to remove his red flannel and then his white tee to expose his sculpted chest and arms etched with hidden tattoos.

You can’t seem to look away from the large laceration on his left pec though, spanning from his collarbone to the tip of his sternum. Now a mix of pink and red with scar tissue, your finger slowly slides over the slightly raised skin before looking up with curious eyes.

He shyly grins massaging your thigh with one hand as the other caresses your cheek. “Bar fight much younger and dumber me just couldn’t walk away from. Didn’t realize he had a knife until I was down on the ground with a sliced and bloodied shirt.”

It was possibly a dumb question, but you had to ask, “Does it still hurt?”

“I’m fine sweetheart,” he smiles. Thumb gliding along your lips again before you lean down to peck along the curved marking as far as you could reach. Ari’s soft hum as he rubs your back, and your lips creep along his skin, is as soothing as the ocean’s waves having you wanting to stay in this little bubble of intimacy with him for as many days to come.

Your top is next to go, then your jeans with the help of his pretty fingers you couldn’t wait to have on you again. He takes his time tracing from the dip at the bottom of your throat down your sternum and across the top lace of your bra, leaving shivers down your spine, until his fingertips tease the band of your panties noticeably soaked at this rate.

“Is this okay?,” he asks pausing to look in your eyes. Head tilted down slightly to make sure he didn’t miss any cues. You gently nod your head as you unhook your bra, letting Ari slide the straps down until you’re completely exposed.

He must be a mind reader how quick he whispers, “You’re so beautiful. You know that right?,” as if sensing how being under his intense gaze in such a vulnerable position made part of you want to shrink away. Long harbored insecurities beginning to creep along the dark corners of your mind even though you eagerly wanted the man below you.

He doesn’t take kindly to your silence this time meeting your lips a tad rougher than before as he stands from the couch to carry you towards the bedroom. It’s as if he was trying to transfer all the adoration he had onto you to erase the words of whatever idiot made you unsure of yourself.

To stop you from ever questioning yourself again.

As soon as your back hits the colorful quilt, his mouth is journeying along the map of your body taking detours here and there as he enjoys each and every stop until he’s satisfied and sure he reached each spot of its surface. Being so close to your center, your scent overpowers his senses snapping something in his brain that has him easily ripping your cotton underwear and the prettiest moan he’s ever heard slipping past your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair.

His skilled tongue and thick fingers have you embarrassingly close already unable to do anything but moan and whimper as your back begins to arch. The added vibrations of his grunts and own moans against your sensitive bundle pushing you closer and closer until he’s drinking down everything your body has to give while you pant, trying to catch your breath as you scratch his scalp.

Ari’s not done though, sinking back in needing more of you on his skin, his beard, practically flooding his nostrils with your essence so he’d never go without.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he mumbles against your thigh as his fingers pick up their pace until you’re back where you started.

The way he was able to manipulate and shift your body to different positions, he could’ve easily sought out only his pleasure not caring if you were satisfied. But this was the same man who brought you back to his cabin to care for your wounds. Made sure you were safe and closely monitored your progress coming to check on you everyday. You’re not surprised how he listens to your body creating a personal relationship with it just as he did you.

He took in every clench and shudder. Every clutch of your hand around his bicep and fiery scratch left by your nails. Even every curl of your toes leading to the cutest “o” of your full lips to have you a babbling mess and body wrung to exhaustion. Strings of “please”, “don’t stop”, and “right there” the only words dripping from your lips followed by chants of his name.

And how could he not comply when you asked so nicely, and with twinkling tears of ecstasy flowing from your eyes? His numerous praises only adding to that pleasure referring to you as “perfect” and, your favorite, “his pretty girl”.

You can tell he’s close when his relentless pace stutters. His mouth on your shoulder to muffle the curses and animal like growl that overtakes his body as he holds your sweaty back close to his front. A sharp prick breaking your skin makes you cry out in pain before it’s quickly soothed by his warm tongue. His release—strangely lasting longer and thicker than you’ve ever experienced—steadily warming and filling you until you’re tensing again for the third, or fourth, time tonight before you’re body feels as if it would float away if not for Ari holding you to him.

You feel his wet lips on you again showing just as much attention to your back, shoulders, and further south that he did to your front before the bed gently dips and his footsteps pad towards the bathroom. The last thing you remember being his gentle hands cleaning you with a wet rag as your hazy mind fought to squirm away.

“I know, I’m sorry. Promise I’m almost done,” he whispers before his lips sweetly find yours again. Then you’re pulled into his warm chest as his muscular arm drapes over you like a weighted blanket further bringing you closer to the sleep you needed.

Your incessant shivering is what ruins your once peaceful rest, making you rise prematurely. It’s definitely too early for your liking still seeing the moon occasionally peek through in the onyx sky. Heavy rain continued to fall as gusts of wind knocked against the newly placed French doors making them shake ever so slightly.

Reaching behind you, you don’t feel the body once there causing you to sit up clutching the thin sheet to your bare chest pebbled and covered in goosebumps. It feels as if it’s getting colder by the second leading you to believe the storm must’ve knocked out the power. Maybe that’s where he went?

Scooting closer to the side of the bed, you crane your neck trying to listen for any sign of movement but everything in the house is still.

“Ari!?,” your strained voice calls, but you get no response. Just a flash of lightning and rumble of thunder that’s gotten closer since earlier this evening. You gingerly slide out of bed—still sore from your earlier rounds—to get a pair of your sweats and a sweatshirt to cover yourself before moving towards the living room.

There you find the same; more silence as you carefully maneuvered about the dark space confused and concerned. A particularly intense draft catches your attention turning your head towards the flowing sheer curtain and cracked door leading to the porch now partially slick with water as it continued to be battered. “Ari?,” you called again from its sheltered portion now armed with a flashlight that shined outward to the trees swaying and shimmying in the rough weather.

Maybe Selene was right all along about Ari. That he couldn’t be trusted, and you should’ve just kept the door locked forbidding him passage into your residence let alone your heart. And maybe you weren’t the first helpless stranger he’s offered his assistance to? Instead now a number on a list spanning however long as he charmed his way to his next victim.

“No..h-he wouldn’t,” you whisper to yourself feeling a crack begin to extend along the surface of your heart.

Your pity party is cut short hearing the crack of a tree limb before it eventually fell to the damp ground with a thud. Another snap and you’re scanning the small yard hoping it’s just the storm causing these sounds and nothing more.

Then your blood is running cold and air hitching in your throat seeing a set of glowing red eyes staring directly at you. They only seem to follow as you slowly try to retreat back inside—hand tightly gripping the door’s handle—until you see what looks like the menacing smirk of the creature in question. It’s ash grey fur weighed down by the rain and paws firm against the ground as it creeped closer towards the light with teeth gleaming and some form of liquid dripping from its curled lips. You’re not sure if it was rain water, saliva, or maybe a mix of both.

You try to will yourself to run inside and lock the door behind you but with the wolf-like being’s height reaching up to your waist and both legs and arms protruding large masses of muscle as it stepped closer, you were sure it could probably tear down any door or wall in its way.

You crouch down accepting your fate just as the nails of its paw are about to tap against the wooden deck when a fast blur shoves it into the dirt. It snaps and growls inches from the other’s face before they’re wrestling on hind legs. Swiping and biting as they seemingly compete with the thunder on who could be loudest.

Finally your legs are able to move, helping you quickly crawl into the cabin on the safer side of the door. Back pressed against the side of the island, your chest heaves as you struggle to calm your breathing. Could you even call for help? The roads were blocked and or flooded with all the rain, so no one could come up even if they tried. Then again, would they even believe you? They’d probably laugh in your face or tell you to stop wasting their time before angrily disconnecting.

Although frightened, you can’t look away from the two beasts rolling around and surely drawing blood from the other as they compete for dominance. Eventually, you see this new creature—larger than the other in both height and muscle—standing over its competitor’s weakened form before it’s snarling a last bite into it’s arm making it yelp into the surrounding forest with an echo. It rises shortly after growling lowly and slowly sauntering back in the woods where it came from.

Whether it wanted to or not, it had no choice but to surrender.

The victor keeps its eyes trained on the path making sure the other doesn’t try to come back. It’s body still tense and ears pointed ready for another bout if needed. Then it’s turning towards the cabin with eyes on you.

Those same golden eyes bringing you back to your hike all those days ago, finally able to remember everything. Your chase through the woods. The rope against your leg before you were upside down practically bait for the animal now outside or any other that passed by.

It’s features are softer now—dare you say apologetic or sorrowful even—taking one hesitant step forward then retreating back two. A small puff of smoke cast from its nostrils as the warm air meets the cool night. It’s head nods upwards a couple times making your own tilt in confusion.

Was it…telling you to go?

Turning it’s head with a twitch of it’s ear, a sinking feeling forms in the pit of your stomach noticing the all too familiar scar on it’s chest. Though surrounded by more hair, it was unmistakable with its placement and nearly crescent shape.

“Nonono that’s crazy,” you think to yourself slowly scooting towards the door placing your hands on the cool glass in front of you.

It made sense though the more you thought.

How Ari knew where to find you even though you were well off course from the designated trail in the middle of nowhere, and possibly why he’d been so nice and caring these past few days.

Turning back towards you, it’s as if he knows what you’re thinking seeing the conflict in your deep brown eyes and across your brows as he steadily steps forward until he’s on the deck leaving paw prints in his wake. His nose tapping the glass where your hand sat, smearing it with the water from its surface.

“Ari..”

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Hello!! I CANNOT believe I've forgotten to send this for the latest chapter, but in my defense, a lot happened recently, like A LOT. Both good and bad. But anyway, I'm finally remember this now :3

It's really sweet that Loki wants to stay with Tony more than he could, sorta (because let's be honest there's nothing he couldn't do really)

I don't know the game they're playing in this chapter but l've gotten into Hades recently, and the "yeah, that needle you just ran into. Maybe try not to do that" sentence sounds so much like something one of the characters in Hades would say ("You died again huh? Have you tried not standing in the lava?"), it cracks me up.

I simply can't wait to see Loki standing up for Tony to Howard. Wait you are writing something like that right? Please?

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Oh god I’m so sorry I only just saw this!! Thank you so much🥺

They’re playing Hollow Knight! And I haven’t played Hades lol but those are the EXACT vibes and now I want to give it a try

I might be writing a Loki vs Howard scene yes👀

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Long May He Reign, Pt. I

Tywin Lannister x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: The Hand of the King spends years vying for the princess's affections. Only fate would have it that the two cannot be. As Aerys Targaryen II slowly descends into madness, can their love survive his instability and the war to come?

Warnings: General Game of Thrones violence later on, death and stuff, shitty characterizations, eh age differences, Ser Barristan being a lovely darling ✨

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A man was only as much as his reputation. At least, that’s what the young princess (Y/n) was told from the moment she could comprehend spoken language. Those words were carried with her as she grew and aged, held highly on her flattened shoulders. She carried herself with a natural poise and grace that was only befitting of a royal. Her chin was always tiled high with her nose pointed upward to the gods. Some said it was caused by her wretched arrogance, believing herself to be above those who surrounded her. Others assumed it to be a cover for her own insecurities, viewing her as desperate in her useless climb to power.

Today was like any other in the Red Keep. The year was 273 AC, during the reign of King Aerys Targaryen II, eight and ten years after the birth of his first child. She walked with purpose toward the small council room where her presence had been requested. Knowing what her duties entailed, she stopped outside the door.

“Ser Barristan.” She greeted him with the tip of her head. The two had always had a good rapport with one another. He was a man of seven and thirty, and despite the difference in age being common between man and wife, he always saw her as a daughter. His face was littered with fine lines and wrinkles, wearing tirelessly from the many years of service in the Kingsguard. There was never a moment when he didn’t stand at his full height, shoulders squared, with a hand held on the hilt of his sword. For all intents and purposes, he was a true knight both in honor and courage.

“When does a young woman age out of bearing the cups of her father’s council?” Ser Barristan pondered loudly as he offered her the crook of his arm, to which she gladly took.

“I suppose when her father and his council decide to marry her off.” She responded lightly. Though, the answer held a high quality of truth within as she was of age and ready to be wed.

“When that day comes the people will wail with sorrow, Princess.” He chortled and patted his gloved hand atop hers. “Your father will make you a good match. I’m sure of it.”

“I am pleased that one of us is.”

The doors to the small council chamber parted with a great creak, revealing the two of them as Ser Barristan led her forward. Seated around the table were a plethora of faces she cared not to see. Over the many years she had been serving wine and food, she had come to dislike the majority of them as they were all young and clawing their way to the top no matter who they had to speak ill of.

“Princess (Y/n) of House Targaryen.” He announced in an over-the-top booming way that was seen as common practice. Her father was perched at the center of the table. The snow white hair that rooted from his scalp was cut and kept, his crown sat atop it.

“Ah,” Aerys II, he father, peered over the table piled high with books and scrolls that would somehow fit into their agenda. He smiled and beckoned her forward. “Come. You’re late.” His tone was joking for appearances, but the irritation inside of him was clear by the twitch of his lip.

“My apologies, father… your grace. My lessons with the septa were riveting today. She was educating me in the history of-”

He cut her off with the dismissive wave of his hand and pointed to the wine that sat on the grand buffet table to their rear. “We can talk later.”

She paused, locking her hands in front of her body. “Of course.”

The council began with a report from the Grand Maester, Pycelle, who outlined each raven that had been received from the great houses of Westeros. (Y/n) picked up the pitcher of wine, serving it to each council member. She filled every glass, rounding the table and ending with the Hand of the King, Tywin Lannister.

He was a relatively attractive man. At the age of four and twenty, he was named Hand of the King to Aerys II. Now, at the age of nine and thirty, he continued his service. As she grew, she admired the man for his regality. He held himself in the manner of a king and often articulated only the words that needed to be spoken. His height surpassed hers, often towering over the young girl as they passed ways in the corridors. From his strong jaw and stiff cheekbones, to his mane of golden blonde hair, the man oozed a well-deserved confidence.

As she tipped the pitcher he placed a seizing hand over her wrist, stilling her actions with the warmth of his skin. “Water, please.”

The contact had her eyes blown wide, focus lost as she stared into the emerald haze of his vision. “O… of course, my lord.”

When she put her back to the men and positioned the pitcher on the table, she released the intensity that clung to her shoulders. The movement wasn’t missed. Tywin observed her, amused at the way his simple action sent her spiraling. Her arms relaxed as she released a heavy breath and calmed her senses that desperately wished to go into overdrive. Taking the pitcher of water in her hands, she cupped the bottom of it to steady herself as she crossed the room.

Standing nearest to her father, between him and Tywin, she filled his glass. “Thank you.” His hand touched hers this time, jubilation in his eyes as he watched her fumble, pouring a drop onto the table that she quickly wiped away with the belled sleeve of her gown. Flustered, she retreated to the buffet where she stood silently until the meeting was over.

It was another three days when her father finally called her back into his audience. Court had adjourned for the day and she prepared to leave among a gaggle of women when Aery’s called out to her from the throne. He dismissed Tywin from his side, who left through the back with a passing glance thrown over his shoulder in her direction.

The king waited patiently until the room cleared, and all that was left were him and his daughter. She was dressed more formally today, a velvet dress of Targaryen red draped heavily from her shoulders. It was fashioned from the finest silks delivered from Essos. The skirts were embroidered with golden yarn that sparkled in the magnificent light that poured through the stained glass.

“You called?” She approached the steps, waiting at the bottom until he beckoned her forward to the first landing.

“Your mother and I.” He started, head swiveling to peek over his shoulders. “We have begun accepting requests for your hand.”

She perked at the idea. “Would it be improper of me to ask from which House's offers have been sent?”

Aerys withdrew a pile of wax from his pocket, all depicting the different crests of the many houses that littered the countryside. The first token was midnight black, stamped with a stag. He plucked it from the stack and placed it into her open palm. “To which house does this belong?”

“Father, I’ve attended my lessons since I was a girl.” She flipped the wax over and felt the ridges of the stag’s antlers. “Baratheon of Storm's End. Ours is the fury.”

“It is from Lord Steffon in Robert’s honor.”

Another seal of silver stamped with a running direwolf was stacked on top. “House Stark of Winterfell. Winter is coming.”

“From Lord Rickard Stark in Brandon’s honor.”

Added to the growing pile was a token of forest green wax, stamped with a blooming rose. “House Tyrell of Highgarden. Growing strong.”

“From Mace Tyrell himself.”

Finally, the last piece of wax was placed into the palm of her hand. It was of a deep burgundy red, speckled with the luster of glittering gold. A roaring lion was pressed into the coin. “House Lannister of Casterly Rock. Hear me roar.”

Aerys hummed in approval, pleased at his daughter's knowledge of the great houses. “Who do you assume this to be from?”

Her mind reeled. There were many Lannister men of whom were not married, Kevan being the outlier. She felt her heart swell at the idea that the great Tywin Lannister had possibly asked for her hand. He was everything she wanted and everything she could not have.

“Tywin Lannister.” She said proudly and resolutely.

The king thought for a moment, a discontented look flashed through the iridescent lilac of his turbulent eyes. Her answer sparked something inside of him, something that he did not like. The mere notion that she would have the slightest interest in his Lord Hand sent him into a blind rage. Instead of bursting, exploding to a fit of wildfire, he simply shook his head. “Jaime Lannister.”

“Jaime?” She spoke out of line, but cared not for he was the only one in the room. “He's two and ten. He’s a child.”

“As are many of the others who beg for your betrothal.” He continued, blocking any word she may possibly present in rebuttal. “I will consider them.”

~~~*~~~

The night grew deep. The darkness that the sky held felt perpetual in its efforts to extinguish the sun. With each passing hour came the ringing of the church bells in the distance, signaling the forward march through the waters of the evening. She felt like she was drowning. Her candles had burnt out hours ago, leaving hot pools of liquid wax. The room was cast into a shadowy twilight as the moon positioned itself across an invisible axis among the stars.

Marry a boy, she thought angrily as she stamped her foot on the ground in a fitful rage. She was a woman grown. She should have been married off as soon as she flowered, and yet her father would not give her up. Now, she floundered in the awkward phase of being too old for the generation below her and too single for the one above.

Strolling through the Keep was easier after dusk. Guards sauntered about, some positioned in doorways and others on the move. Over the years, she had learned how to avoid them. The passageways created under Maegor’s rule were familiar to her. Navigating to the edge of the Red Keep was easy. Passing over the threshold and out into the city, that was where the difficulty set in.

She sat at the edge of the wall, feet dangling over the flattened boundary. The jump down wouldn’t be that far. This particular passageway led out near the eastern side of Aegon’s High Hill, overlooking River Row and the Hook. The city was always a place her father kept her from. “It’s not safe for a Princess.” We’re always his words, yet he would allow Rhaegar to prance about the streets and converse with the commoners.

There was a tinge of jealousy whenever he would return from an outing. His spirits were always so high afterward. She wanted badly to feel that free.

“Princess (Y/n).” The familiar voice of Tywin Lannister called from behind her, having approached when she was enthralled with the idea of freedom.

As she went to stand, he held up a hand that kept her seated. “Lord Tywin.” She answered.

His hands rested firmly upon the reddened terracotta stone of the wall where she sat as he peered out over the twinkling lights of the torches that lit up the streets. It was difficult, continuing her composed and elegant appearance in front of him.

“Leaving the Keep?” He questioned, raising a brow at the legs that hung from the edge of the wall.

She quickly pulled herself back up, retracting her legs as she swung them over the side. They hung on the interior of the Red Keep now, inches from Tywin. He paid little mind as he spared her a glance.

“N…no. Of course not, Lord Tywin. I was just…” she stumbled through her words as they thickened like the muddy water of a flooded swamp. Her tongue was her enemy as it twisted and turned in her mouth, insisting that she make a fool of herself in front of the esteemed man. “The city is rather beautiful at night. I only wanted to look.” The heels of her shoes tapped onto the marbled floor of the wall, clicking as she put some distance between herself and him. “It is late. I shouldn't disturb you at this hour.”

A soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine. The rumbling of his chest was music to her ears as her whole body reacted to the tune. She was smitten.

“I’m the one who disturbed you.”

His information hit her like a wall of bricks, bringing the redness quickly back to her flushing cheeks. The red contrasted against the paleness of her hair, unable to be concealed behind its unforgiving light. “Right.” She mustered, rubbing at the bicep of her arm as if trying to wipe the embarrassment from her skin.

“I heard you were disappointed with the proposed union between you and my son.” He turned around, fully facing her. It was then that she realized he was so scantily dressed. His usual tunic of black embroidered leather was replaced with a thin undershirt that hung loosely at his arms and bunched at the waist. Cotton pants tied neatly, and tightly, with a string clung to his hips and flared until the legs reached his boots. His hair was looser than usual. Flyaways of golden locks were silhouetted in the brightness of the moon. “You were seeking another match, I take it?”

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, gaping like a fish out of water. “I was not expecting propositions from young boys, is all.” If the aurora of the midnight sun were to glow any brighter, she would surely faint as Tywin’s features were enunciated. He had a subtle strength to him, seen only in the few times he had shown up adorned in the golden plates of Lannister armor. But under the sky, he was positively radiant.

“What propositions were you expecting?”

His question hung in the air above their heads for a moment as she considered her answer. “Men.”

“Men.” Tywin repeated, leaning his lower back against the wall as he crossed his arms in front of his body. “You seek an older match?”

“I’d rather my husband be more than a squire.”

“A knight, then?”

“Possibly.” She agreed, finding her nerves ease as he relaxed into the conversation. “I was hoping for a Lord.”

“A Lord?” He raised his brow. “An older man, who is a Lord.” Tywin thrummed his fingers musically against the muscle of his forearm.“If those are your qualifications, then it could be said that even I fit the mold.”

The Princess stood with her fingers linked together, focusing suddenly on the ground below. She had not expected him to show up at her lookout, let alone question her about her disappointment in her matches.

“It could.”

“So.” With one great thrust, he pushed himself off the wall and took two steps to stand at her front. The tips of his toes were mere inches from hers. “As your father’s counsel, it is pertinent that I advise him to his best interests… a daughter’s happiness falls within this realm.” The looseness of his shirt swayed slightly as he brought a long finger to her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his. “Who did you have in mind?”

Doe-like eyes stared back into the shimmering emerald of his. The fluster appeared in the blush that sprinkled itself across her nose and down the length of her neck. Her skin was hot to the touch, searing under the coolness of his icy hand. It was only when he released the round of her chin that she was freed from the catatonic haze he held her in.

He knew the power he held over her.

“I…if you were aware that I was disappointed in your son’s proposal, then it could be assumed that you are also aware of who I assumed it to be for.”

He was perplexed. For a girl so jittery and hypnotized in his presence, she was still able to hold his full attention and interest. The displays she put on in different companies were so vastly different from one another. At court, she was the picture of royalty, confident and regal. In meetings, she was a father’s daughter, stumbling over her words as she served the council. Here, she was a magnificent mix of the two. It was almost as if it were all a game, a falsehood in a tale where she controlled the narrative.

“It would seem so.” Tywin retreated a step and turned his chin to look out over the city. The moonlight chiseled his jawline, pitching deep shadows into the defined lines in his olive skin.

The two waited for the other to begin speaking again, but the moment never came. She pulled her cloak around her shoulders, warming her in the cooling chill of the night. He focused on the smoke barreling from chimney tops, pluming into the air.

“Goodnight, Lord Tywin.” She finally said in a voice so quiet he questioned whether she said anything at all.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

The Princess retreated from his presence as she made her way back to her chambers, ready to decompress from her intended nightly outing.

~~~*~~~

The year was 274 AC and meetings with the Lord Hand had become so frequent that the castle buzzed with word of whether or not the intended marriage between her and Jaime Lannister was conversed with an air of truth. Jaime was a boy of 13. She had only seen the boy once when she was three and ten and he was seven. It was at the Anniversary Tourney held to honor the ten year mark for Aerys II reign.

Rhaegar sat atop a wall in the Red Keep, his leg hanging lazily on its scalloping, the other propped against the stone. “Worry less, sister.” The musical tune from his beloved harp bounced from brick to brick as he plucked at the strings, stopping to refine the sound when he found something untuned. “You have gained the reputation of being uptight.” He mused, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“It is easy to worry less when you’re free to venture from these walls.” (Y/n)’s delicate hand stroked the textured stone as her gaze fell upon Blackwater Bay, watching as a fleet of ships set sail across the Narrow Sea. “I have never been past the front gates. Yet, father allows you to prance about the streets.”

“He doesn’t allow it.” Rhaegar retorted. His fingers began to move along the strings of the harp, playing a song instinctively. Caring not to watch what he was doing, he threw a careless glance in her direction. “I just do it. You should try it sometime.”

“You’re too delinquent, brother.”

“You’re too aggrieved, sister.” His bleached hair hung back from his face, dangling in curled strands, as he tossed his head backward. “When I am king, my first order will be for you to have fun.”

“I have fun.” She argued. “This morning the septa-”

“Oh! Of course.” Rhaegar kicked his legs out and shook them in a fit of childish laughter. “The septa is so much fun. Just as fun as my lessons with the septon are. Meet me tonight, Ser Barristan is accompanying me for a trip into the city. You should come.”

Apprehension clung to her body as she eyed her brother. “If father finds out he will tear the city apart looking for me.”

“Then do not tell father. It’s as simple as that, dear sister.” He ruffled her hair with the jostle of his hand, ruining the elegant braid that she had put there this morning. Her white hair fluttered down around her ears, some pieces frayed from their holds, others appeared frizzy. There was a clear pride in his work; a pleased and smug smile pulled the corners of his mouth into a cheshire grin. “I’ll fetch you before I leave. Do try and not wear one of your gowns. A frock will be more appropriate.”

So that is how she landed in the predicament that she was in. Running through the streets, she was incredibly torn between upholding her duties and living as a free spirit in the shadow of her brother. Ser Barristan kept up with the two of them incredibly well. He no longer wore the white cape or golden armor of the Kingsguard. Instead, he was dressed in a similar fashion. His boots were made of leather, tucked into them were his cotton pants. A cloak was thrown over his tunic, concealing the chain armor that he wore beneath.

The street of flour was filled with a savory fragrance that wafted from the stone chimneys above. Bakers prepared their trades and wares, kneading dough long into the night as they thought of the morning rush to come. She had never seen some of the goods before. One man made scrap from his extra flour, selling by the pound for a single copper to those who lived in Flea Bottom. Another baked sweetened breads using fruits that weren’t served in the Red Keep. Rhaegar insisted that they were delightful, and promised to bring her out again one morning when they were at their best.

Ser Barristan advised to avoid the street of silk, but Rhaegar insisted it was all part of the experience. He pulled his reluctant sister and their guard through the sultry lit alleyways. Sounds of pleasure radiated from each building they passed by. Windows were dyed red, hiding those within. Some ladies beckoned to the young prince, unknowing of who he was, but only earned polite denials as he ventured deeper into the city.

“This is my spot.” He stopped in the middle of a square, a single wooden box sat nearest to the water well.

“Your spot?”

The box was kicked over so that Rhaegar could perch himself atop it to tower slightly over the crowd of people that rushed them by. His legs held him high as he withdrew his harp from the satchel he slung over his shoulder.

“Does he play here often?” The Princess leaned over to Ser Barristan whose head was constantly on the lookout. He nodded as Rhaegar began to play.

The Rains of Castanere jolted the market to life as he inclined the beat and gave his own spin on the classic tune. As people began to gather, he kicked his performance up a notch and encouraged the audience to sing along to the best of their abilities. Coins were tossed at the foot of his box, piling quickly as he carried on with his jaunt.

His feet moved musically to the best of his song, tapping slightly as he descended the step down to the cobblestone walkway. Dancing legs carried him around the circle of people as they joined him in his merry dance.

It was rather amusing, she thought. Her brother, the heir to the throne, was rushing around a night market performing for the people. His kind heart was cherished among the crowds of onlookers. Some recognized the prince immediately and joined in his gleeful prance. Others who did not know simply stopped because his aura was enthralling and the market thrived because of it.

A gaggle of women who swooned for the prince stood at her side. They wore frocks like she did, and had cloaks to cover their shoulders from the cold. One, with deep chocolate brown locks flowing from her head to her waist, eyed the prince with admiration. She was in a state of rapture, practically drooling, over him. Leaning over to another girl with fiery red hair, she giggled and whispered into her ear. “How is it that the King raises a prude and then him?”

“The Princess isn’t a prude.” The other girl falsely defended. “She’s a hag. There’s a reason she hasn’t married, you know. I hear she’s horribly ugly. No men want her so they’ve labeled her a prude instead of calling her the least desirable woman of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“At nine and ten, you’d think she’d have been married off by now.” A third woman joined the bashing of the Princess, unknowing that she was standing just to their side.

The Princess stopped what she was doing, unable to focus on her brother who was having the time of his life. Her fingers tugged at her hood, hoping to wrap it entirely around her head as she prayed to the gods to let her disappear. She kept her head low and her hair tucked behind her ears.

“I doubt anyone wants her.” The second girl laughed with her hand over her mouth.

From that moment, she stopped listening to the conversation. The girl's lips moved but no words came out. Rhaegar played his harp dutifully, but no sound echoed. Torches burnt in a blaze of orange and red, but the crackle of the wood did not make it to her ears. There were so many sounds around her, but all she could hear was the echo of their hurtful barks.

Ser Barristan shook her shoulder slightly as Rhaegar’s performance ended and the crowd moved to be on their way. “You alright?” He was concerned for the girl, though he wasn’t sure what upset her. For the comments did not make it up to the height of his ears.

Her expression was unreadable. She had a tinge of sadness but also an anger that he had not seen before. In contrast, her lips were pulled into a thin smile as she tried to hide her discontempt. “Quite fine…” she pulled her hair back again. “I think I am just overwhelmed.”

“Your first real outing into the city is a lot to take in.” He placed his hand on her shoulder as Rhaegar approached, counting the coins he had made. “I did try to sway your brother from taking you down the Silk Road.”

“It was a good experience.” He tossed a coin into the air and caught it with his empty hand. “We have one more stop.”

Ser Barristan took note of the way the Princess cringed at the idea. Her face was practically turning green as she clung to the edges of her cloak. “I think it’s time we got back.”

“One more stop will not make the world end.” Rhaegar rolled the coins through his fingers. “I don’t want to bring these back to the Keep with me. We will be fast, I will throw them in the windows and we can flee like we’ve done them wrong.”

His persuasion was not working on the older Knight, but his eldest sister gave way. “One more stop would not hurt anyone.”

~~~*~~~

“Father, perhaps you could-”

“Can you do what we’ve brought you here to do?” Aerys scolded his daughter as she lowered her head.

The small council had met to discuss the Darklyn’s of Duskendale with regard to their tax evasion. It was a hot topic, and something that made Aerys physically fume as he seared into his daughter. The year was 275 AC. The Seven Kingdoms was finally emerging from a two year winter.

As the lands defrosted, the farmers were able to return to their fields and begin their sales and harvests. Throughout the cold, the Darklyn’s taxes had been deferred so as to not crumble Duskendale. But now, with the warming of the land, it was time that they contributed appropriately to the crown.

“My apologies, your grace.” She quickly grasped the pitcher of wine and refilled emptied glasses.

“The best course of action would be to cut the Darklyn’s off from the Seven Kingdoms.” Tywin advised, taking a long drink from his glass. The two men no longer sat next to one another, instead the Master of Laws sat between them. “With no way in or out of their city, they will have no way of replenishing their food. After this long winter, their storages are depleted.”

“No.” Aerys shook his head and waved Tywin off with a dismissive hand. “I will go myself and speak to Lord Denys.”

The king had grown to distance himself in the passing years. His hair, still as bright as ever, was now growing out and tangling around his ears. He had denied all requests for his daughter’s hand, instead choosing to seek one out on his own as he did not trust anyone else to find a good match. While an honorable thing to do, he never seemed to find the time to venture past the gates of the Red Keep.

“Your grace, that would put the crown in a vulnerable position.” Tywin argued.

“I am the king!” He yelled, rising from his seat. The force of his legs overturned his chair. It clattered to the ground, the decorative carvings broke from its top and scattered around the floor. “I will not take orders from one of my servants.”

His daughter scrambled from her statue-like position at the buffet. As her fingers gripped on the arms of the chair to set it back up, he turned and gave it a hard kick, sending it further across the room. Her hand had caught between the arm and backrest, and the harsh shove forced it to twist between the wood. A small yelp escaped her lips as she cradled the injured wrist in her other hand. “Quiet, girl!” He yelled, stamping his foot on the ground as he turned to Ser Gwayne. “We will plan our leave.”

The room cleared after the king dismissed the group. Pycelle pushed away from the table, coming to her aid only once the king had rounded the corner and left their sights. For a man of four and forty, he appeared far older. He sported a long beard that was freckled with salt and pepper which made up for the top of his head where his hair thinned. His hands were fairly shaky for his age, but it did not diminish his healing abilities.

He took the princess’s wrist in his hand, pressing two fingers to the reddened skin that had already begun to swell. She winced, taking in a deep breath every time he touched a particular spot. “You’re lucky.” The pressure of his fingers disappeared as he guided her to her feet. “It isn’t broken, but you’ll need to be careful for a few days. I’ll have something brought for the swelling.”

“Thank you, Grand Maester.”

With the flow of his robes, he fluttered out of the room. Seemingly alone, she began to retrieve the broken decor, picking one up at a time as she delicately held her wrist to her body. Each piece rolled across the table as she placed it, clinking against the glasses that remained. As she observed the mess on the table, she noticed one party who had not yet risen from his seat.

Tywin Lannister watched as she struggled to gather the pieces of the broken chair.

“Lord Tywin.” She started hesitantly, placing another bolt onto the table. “Do you need something?”

As Tywin approached, his hand raising ever so slightly, he sensed the immediate fear that clenched her heart. She took a step backward, eyes wild with a weighty foreboding of what his intentions were. The Hand had never been anything but gentle with the young woman, sometimes rather mischievous in his apparent attempts to make her nervous. When his shadow eclipsed hers, cast by the stained glass of the windows, he took her wrist in his hand.

It was a quiet exchange, no words being spoken by either party. Tywin’s fingers grazed the flaming skin, burning brighter by his delicate touch. His eyes were downcast, examining each fray that marked the usually pristine paleness of her milky skin. On the other hand, she was focused on his face. From the way his forehead crinkled, lines forming from his years of thought, to the sharpness of his cheekbones. The sun reflected off the bridge of his nose, a shadow extended to the other side of his face.

The emeralds of his eyes flickered upward to meet hers. He found a storming sea in the light lilacs of her gaze. She was so torn between her duties and what she wanted. It was only when he brought her wrist to his chest and with it her body did she allow herself to break free from the chains of her father’s wishes. A hand snaked through the back of her hair, held steadily as hers rounded the nape of his neck.

It had been a long time coming and neither of them wanted to waste a second more.

The two kissed.

The door creaked, signaling a new entrant to the room. Both immediately broke contact, concealing the events that happened in very different ways.

Tywin kept himself cool and collected, straightening his back and holding the firm look he often held. His hands were brought down to his sides, one landing on the table. The princess, though, was flushed. She appeared as if she had just committed the worst crime. There were many instances where she could revert back to the same emptied look she often displayed, but whenever Tywin was involved all prospects of correctness were thrown to the wind. Completely forgetting the burn in her wrist, she locked her fingers together in front of her body.

“Pycelle said I would find you here.” Rhaegar had entered without caring to even cast a glance into the room. “I was told you may be upset.”

When he did look up he found the two of them standing concerningly near. Taking notice of the inquisitive look Rhaegar was giving them, Tywin took a half step forward. “Prince Rhaegar.” He turned to the princess. “Princess (Y/n). We will talk later.”

Dismissing himself, Tywin took his leave through the same door Rhaegar had entered through leaving the siblings to their devices.

“Skoros gōntan nyke sepār geron ezīmagon?” What did I just walk into? He idled in the doorway, unable to tear his eyes from the closed door.

“Nothing, brother. We were talking.” The princess returned to her initial activity, grabbing the last few pieces of the chair and stacking them into a pile in the middle of the table.

He carried himself further into the room, joining her by clearing off the table and stacking the cups onto a tray to be carried off later by one of the maids. “It must have been a good conversation,” he felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “A quiet one, shared in very close quarters.”

~~~*~~~

Aerys spent a sennight in the castle before departing for Duskendale. It was against every advisor’s opinion, and yet he still did it. Ser Gwayne had been killed by Ser Symon of House Hollard. The king had been taken prisoner in Dun Fort and Lord Darklyn listed his demands for everyone to see. Tywin had posted outside of the walls, holding both the land and sea, while Rhaegar sat the throne and oversaw the day to day activities of Kings Landing.

During this time Cersei Lannister had been brought to court, a girl of five and ten. She seemed to enjoy her time in the halls of the Red Keep, often staying to herself or exploring the winding hallways with her septa trailing behind. On occasion the princess (Y/n) would meet her in the gardens, enjoying conversations about her infatuation with Rhaegar and different ongoings within the castle. She attended court like the other women, flocking among the birds to watch as Rhaegar commanded the room’s attention. She thought of herself, seated at his side. It would happen one day, she thought. She would be his queen.

As time passed, the hope of having their king returned to them dwindled. Each day moved forward in an excruciatingly slow tick of the clock, feeling as though it stilled and malfunctioned. Tywin had returned a few times to the Red Keep from his outpost in Duskendale. Often, he brought no good news.

When the king was finally returned home, with him came an injured Barristan. Not one to squander in his wounds, Ser Barristan pushed himself through the pain of an arrow to the chest, and continued his guard.

“Princess.” Ser Barristan stood at the doors of her father’s chambers. He had just returned from Duskendale days prior. “His grace is not accepting visitors at the time.”

“Ser Barristan, he is my father. I want to see him.”

As she made her way to push past him, he held his arm out and blocked the door. “I heavily advise against it. He is not the same man who you knew six months ago.”

“If he has changed, then I should see it.”

The line that Ser Barristan’s lips formed could extend for leagues. It was obvious that he did not want the Princess to see what her father had become. He had to bear witness to the slaughter of the Darklyn and Hollard families. Those spared were only spared at his request, and were only honored due to his immense loyalty to Aerys. Sighing, he announced. “Princess (Y/n) of House Targaryen.”

A moment of silence passed with no word from within. The scrambling of bare feet could be heard before an unfamiliar creaky voice answered. “Enter.”

Ser Barristan was first to enter, standing before the king as he sat behind his desk. His daughter gasped at the sight of him. Hair that once hung to his ears was now nearly to his shoulders. It was scraggly and wicked. The deep pupils in his purple irises were cavernous, his eyes were wild. From beneath the hem of his belled sleeve, she could see the sheer length of his overgrown nails.

“Father?” She went to step forward, but was halted by the boom of his voice.

“Stay where you are.”

“Are you alright?”

Genuine concern laced itself through her voice as she stood before a man entirely different from the one she once knew. He had lost a considerable amount of weight in his stint in Duskendale. The bones of his cheeks protruded from his pale skin. His eyes had sunk into his skull, the skin below had lost its color and begun to sag. “Do I look alright?” He all but screamed, slamming his hands on the table causing it to splinter. Water began to pour from his eyes as he fought through the white rage that surged through his veins. “Do I look alright?” He repeated.

“Yes, your grace.” She lied.

“You lie.” His tone was suddenly low, sinking below the ground. “Do I look alright?”

“No, your grace.” She tried to appease.

“My own daughter.” The candles lit at his sides were flickering as he huffed a blind ferocity. “My own daughter! Ser Barristan, see her out.” Ser Barristan turned around and held a guiding hand out to the Princess who was rooted in her spot, unable to tear her gaze from her father who stared back blankly. “Quickly!” He added, speeding Ser Barristan in his efforts to remove her from the room.

Closing the door gently behind the two of them, he turned to the Princess who appeared lost in the recesses of her mind. She was clearly shaken by the state her father was in. Yes, he was already irritable before this. In fact, he was descending into madness for many years. It was how fast he was progressing now that worried her.

“I don’t know that man.” Her whisper was like a realization.

“He’s very different.”

“I must go speak to Rhaegar.” Fear flashed across her face as she lifted her chin and took a deep breath. Without skipping a beat, she had wiped the trepidation from her focus as she masked herself. It was a marvelous, but dangerous, ability. It was why she had the reputation she did. “Please watch over him, Ser Barristan.”

“Always, Princess.”

Rhaegar was easily found, sitting in the gardens with his head between his hands. His hair, while as long if not longer than their fathers, was in stark contrast to the king’s. It was clean, for starters. Hearing the approaching steps of his sister, he looked up and plastered a strained smile on his lips.

“What do we do?” Were the first words out of (Y/n)’s mouth. She locked her hands together in front of her body, resting at the bottom of her bodice. The dress she wore today was a magnificent tan crafted of silk. It was thinner than the dresses she had grown used to over the winter.

“I’m not sure.” Rhaegar replied in a defeated manner, much different from the typical glee he held on his face. “He has good counsel. Tywin will have to work more, but he can make the decisions until I take the throne.”

“Tywin is not the king.”

“But he is the next best option.”

The gentle spring breeze flowed around the siblings, bringing with it the sickening potent smell of rotting flesh. The Princess covered her nose, trying desperately to block the scent from entering her body. But it was useless. It was everywhere. “What is that?”

“It’s an execution.” He patted the spot next to him. “Father has been burning more people since he returned.”

“Why did I never know of this?” She sat at his side.

Joking was easier when the weight of the world wasn’t falling upon their shoulders. “I am surprised you never smelled it before with your nose up in the air all the time.”

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If you still take requests from For All Time, could I ask for a modern world Cael kiss?

Thank you. Drink water and take care.

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cael x gn! reader

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✨lars route spoiler warning!✨

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Cael trudged through the snow on his horse with a few rebels keeping a respectable distance away from him. Thankfully today the snowfall was rather light, however as we all know, it would not be in a few days time. The Silver Knight waves a hand at his lackeys, signaling them to stand down as a familiar looking mage on a horse approaches them. The mage got off her horse, stopping in front of him while he too did, carrying a drowsy looking young girl. “As you have requested, Silver Knight.” The mage nods, pushing the girl towards the silver haired man, not caring if she was being too rough. “Please give us some privacy.” Was all he said, clutching onto the shorter girl’s arm. The rebels nodded and returned back to their respective routes.

At last, Cael was finally alone with you. “W-what is the meaning of all these?” You hear yourself say, your voice sounding a little croaky for being unconscious for so long. He cracked a slight smile, as if trying to reassure you. This will be the last time he will try. After all, time and time again he has attempted to bring you back to your original world, only to end up having time looping again. Was this the work of destiny? But he made a promise; he will keep you safe, let you grow up as a normal girl amongst others, away from all the mess he is involved in; it is his duty after all. Just one last try, was what he told himself. He had researched ways to counter this and foolishly stumbled across some fairytales you had read when you were much younger, always involving the story being resolved by a simple true love’s kiss. Maybe it could be the key to succeeding this time? It does not hurt to try.

He flashed a warm gaze at you, almost parental, one that you know too well from years of growing up under his care. “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get back, forget about everything that has happened here. It is for your own good.” Of course you weren’t dumb, his sweet sounding words did not convince you as you struggled in his hold. “No! Cael, I have to help them. I can’t just let innocent people die!” His hand tightened around your wrist in warning to shut up, making you wince in pain. You have never once seen him like this, a complete contrast to the gentle guardian you’ve always known. It scared you a little but you knew he would never harm you. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath, barely heard. The next action he did was so fast you had barely any time to react as he pulled you into a kiss. Hurriedly pressing his lips against yours while keeping an arm around you to pull you closer to him, as well as to keep you from running away.

Before you could recover from your surprise, he has managed to teleport you back to your own world…

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You slowly opened your eyes, finding yourself facing the all too familiar ceiling. What happened? Why does your head hurt so much? All you could remember was the competition and subsequently passing out after running onto the stage… then what happens next? A light knock resounds from the door before it is gently pushed open, a soft creak echoing throughout the quiet room. “I made you some tea. Maybe it could make you feel a little better.” Cael gently said as he sets down the cup onto your nightstand as he sits down next to your bed. You push yourself up to sit upright, biting your bottom lip. Something was wrong, but what? You can’t help but feel something bugging at you, like you are forgetting something very important. Cael seems to have noticed your worried expression and takes your hands in his. “Y/n, are you feeling alright?” You kept your eye line down, not daring to make any contact with him. Why? Why are you suddenly feeling so uncomfortable with him? These strange feelings that were surfacing were confusing you. “Look at me, darling.” His, surprisingly, cold hand cupped your cheek to direct your gaze towards him. “I am here. I will always be here for you when you need me, okay?” All you could do was nod, still unable to rid that horrible feeling inside of you.

“May I?” He asked, his voice becoming softer than before as his thumb carefully brushed against your bottom lip. You slowly nodded and that was all the consent he needed before his lips connected with yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, slow and loving, just like the Cael you had always known.

Cael had no idea why he took the initiative to do this, perhaps it is his way of making it up to you even though you can’t remember it, he was far too rough for his first kiss with you.

But alas, the world around Cael warps again, making him groan inwardly. His plan has failed once again

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a/n: i honestly dk what to write for this so JDKSJW

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I love love looooveee your Victor Vale fics, you depict him so well! Can I please request another (angst to) fluff with f!reader? Plot is up to you. Thank you and keep up the good work!

I am so glad to hear you love them!! Thank you so much; Victor is a character that I really love so I try especially hard to portray him at least somewhat accurately, and you just made my week! I hope I portrayed him well in this; apologies for its relatively short length, but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

Summary: You side with Eli after Victor kills Angie, and it takes you ten years to join the winning team, unable to think for yourself at the hands of Eli and Serena.

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, I changed a lot of events, angst to fluff, vague depictions of injuries, kind of open ending (if anyone wants part 2 lmk)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: This is my last fic of 2023! I am so thankful for each and every one of you who has read, requested, and commented. I appreciate you more than you know and look forward to another year of writing! Happy New Year!✨

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The Winning Team

Victor Vale is one of your best friends at Lockland. Or he was until he killed Angie Knight. While your emotions wage war within you, wondering how and why Victor would or could do that, Eli approaches you. He tells you about Victor’s mindset and how he tried to kill Eli.

“I’m leaving,” Eli tells you at the end of the shocking story. “And I think you should come with me.”

Someone moves in the shadows behind Eli. It feels like your intended answer is just out of reach in your mind, but you answer before you can find it.

“Okay. I’ll come with you,” you say.

“Go pack and meet me outside my dorm at 1,” Eli commands before leaving.

“You’re leaving with him?” Victor asks, suddenly standing behind you. “Don’t. He’s not telling the whole truth. You know just as well as I do that he is not who he pretends to be.”

“I’m going with him, Victor. You’re not who I thought you were, either.”

You brush past Victor, determined to get your things together and to Eli’s side as quickly as possible. Victor watches you go, aware that you’re in danger but unable to do anything about it.

✯✯✯✯✯

Ten years after leaving Victor, you know you made a mistake. You’re constantly aware that you can’t make your own decisions, especially when Eli tells you to do something. When he introduced you to Serena, you felt like she could see a bit too much of you, and things began to click into place.

“Run the search again, see if Victor has been found yet,” Eli demands, not even bothering to look at you anymore.

You stay in place, willing yourself to say no. Eli glances up, his brows furrowing as he repeats himself.

“Run the search.”

You nod, fighting each movement as you approach the computer and search again. Sleepless nights make it harder to fight back, but whenever you lay down, somewhat free to think for yourself, all you can think about is Victor. Wishing you’d listened and chosen to go with him instead brings tears to your eyes, but you aren’t strong enough to change anything now.

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“Call the police and tell them you were Victor Vale’s accomplice. Serena will help you get into the same room with him, and you can get some answers for us,” Eli says.

Your brain screams for you to refuse, but all you can do is cry and agree to do what he says. Maybe Victor will have found some answers and can help you. Your optimism doesn’t go far, slipping from your grasp as you’re put into the back of a police cruiser and transported to a questioning room.

When you’re put in the second car and driven to the far side of Merit, something loosens, and your thoughts come a little easier. Perhaps your optimism wasn’t entirely unfounded.

✯✯✯✯✯

The police let you go, angry that you switched your story and admitted that you’d only heard about Victor in passing. Narrowly escaping an obstruction charge, you walk out of the station and onto the streets of Merit. A blonde girl and a large black dog catch your attention, and you smile, deciding to talk to her to see if you can speak for yourself.

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“What do you mean she’s out of reach? Powers don’t work like that!” Eli screams.

“Don’t yell at me,” Serena replies. “And don’t throw another temper tantrum.”

Eli sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Find her and I can get her back on our side.”

“If it isn’t too late,” Eli mumbles.

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“Victor?” you ask, glancing up from your conversation about Dol.

“Sydney, go back to Mitch,” he says, looking directly at you. “Now.”

“But she-“

“Now.”

Sydney drops her head, whispering goodbye to you as she leads Dol away. Victor looks as dangerous as ever, but you’re glad that shrinking away is your choice.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I should have listened to you. But I know things that can help you, Victor.”

“You didn’t believe me. Why should I believe you?”

“It’s a really long story. I am so sorry, I know you were right and I’m sorry I left. Please just let me try to make up for it. At least a little.”

You step forward, and Victor steps back, keeping the distance between you. Your heart falls as his eyes remain impassive, and he refuses to listen to you.

“Vic, please,” you whisper.

“Not this time,” he says, convinced that you’re trying to get close to him for Eli.

Turning up the dial, he watches you drop to your knees in pain before he leaves. You watch his trench coat blow behind him, blurring with your tears until you can’t see anything, finally succumbing to the pain.

Victor wishes he could trust you, but he’s learned his lesson. People aren’t what you think. Anyone willing to trust Eli once is too far gone to be saved.

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Victor and Mitch stand in the shadows, waiting for Serena. Unknown to them, you’ve followed Serena since she arrived in Merit. You know that if she finds you and talks to you, it will be over, so you wear earplugs and keep your distance. Tonight, though, is the night everything ends.

Stepping through the fence, you grab Serena’s coat and pull her back.

“This is my decision,” you whisper in her ear.

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Victor throws his arm across Mitch’s chest to stop him when he surges forward. They watch Serena slump before falling to the ground. Her killer disappears into the shadows before Sydney screams, and they run into the Falcon Price project.

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Hearing a scream, you have a paralyzing fear that it’s Sydney. You just killed her sister, but the brief conversation you had with her created a soft spot. Rushing into the building, you realize you’re willing to give your life for Sydney. And, given the choice, you’ll do it. Tears grow in your eyes as you make the first important choice in years, running headfirst into danger.

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Victor stands over Eli’s body, a knife dangling from Victor's blood-stained hand. You slide to a stop, not expecting such a gruesome scene.

“Where’s Sydney?” you ask, breathless from running through the construction site.

Victor’s eyes lift to yours before he steps over Eli and takes your face in his hands.

“What happened?” he demands, looking at your blood-soaked front.

“She’s gone,” you whisper. “I’m me again.”

Victor immediately knows what you mean. You’re the one who killed Serena. You watch his eyes move as he realizes that you didn’t choose to abandon him, that you did the right thing, that you were telling the truth, and worst of all, he hurt you for no reason.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer than usual as his hands drop to your shoulders.

It isn’t much, but you think it’s Victor’s form of an apology. He’s exactly the same as he was ten years ago, or as close as he can be following ten years of fighting for his life and inflicting pain.

“Let me help,” you say, resting your hands on his chest. “With everything.”

Victor nods, and you smile for the first time in too long.

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As the adrenaline drains from your system, you begin to feel every injury you’ve encountered doing Eli’s dirty work. Victor notices your limp and offers an arm, letting you lean on him as he supports you. Mitch, Sydney, Dol, and Dom await Victor when you arrive. He ignores their questions, leading you to a private area before helping you sit.

“What happened?” Victor asks, setting an open first aid kit beside you.

“Serena, I guess,” you answer quietly, bracing yourself as he cleans your wounds. “I know Eli was manipulating me, but there was this tugging in my mind from the moment Eli asked me to go with him. Serena has been around longer than we knew, at least that’s what I think.”

Victor nods, working silently. Your pain numbs with each of his gentle touches.

“You’re numbing my pain,” you accuse.

“It’s my fault. Least I can do.”

“It’s not. Vic, you need to forgive yourself, you didn’t know.”

“I should have. I know how Eli is - was, so I knew what you were up against, and I still left. That’s on me.”

“I forgave you,” you whisper, “as soon as I left. And then again when you left.”

Victor hums, closing the first aid kit and kneeling before you.

“I can’t forgive myself,” he murmurs, “not without your help.”

Victor brushes his lips against yours, but the door opens, and he pulls away too quickly.

“This isn’t over yet,” Mitch says, tossing a newspaper to Victor. He smiles and winks at you while Victor picks up the paper.

You read the headline over Victor’s shoulder, wrapping your hands around his bicep.

“I’m glad I’m on the right team now,” you say.

“Me too,” Victor says, tossing the paper aside and cupping your face. “You were always meant to be on my side. The winning team.”

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