#f/i: floriane

[ardentcounselor]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍭ɞ˚‧｡⋆ its not a proper sburb au without trickster mode designs!(redraws done over original panels) what's the sburb au? check it out here! left to right in image 1: Sofy (berry tiramisu), Lori (gummy shark), Jace (root beer float), and Vick (tired) left to right in image 2: Fyna (red licorice), Ayce (flan), and Flor (macaron) 𓇼𓏲*ੈ🫧🎐✩‧₊˚ @coastalshifts (Floriane)🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[pizzleyanked]

marie's birthday!!

[ride-thedragon]

There's something undeniably written into the fact that Ser Florian and Daemon are the same age. Call it author awareness, but having one acknowledging Nettles as a child while the other is bathing and taking baths with her naked is so unlike him, I was shocked.

I understand the idea is that this is how a man that age would treat her, and then there's Daemon, but the cynic in me is like....

Are we being self-aware?

Is this meta?

The same thing happens with Marilda of Hull.

She's the same age as Nettles when she is pregnant with Addam. Her kids aren't acknowledged until after both Corlys' kids and wife are dead. Does Nettles know this?

If she does, what is going on in Maidenpool?

Even if she doesn't, I'm sure she knows the stories of Dragonseeds on Dragonstone and on Driftmark.

Is Marilda also an acknowledgment of how the affair would typically go and how Daemon is defying the convention for Nettles?

Either way, my baby girls outlive the men that change their lives and actively put them in danger, some more than others.

[candyredappledragon]

Florian. You would DESTRO Red. He’s only powerful because people from Johto don’t have EXP shares

F: Wasn't he in Alola at some point? Regardless my point still stands.

F: My feats do not equate to skill though that's a different argument. He has more experience in battling than me. That's a huge gap.

[murdrdocs]

ben doesn't want to leave your bed in the morning king ben and queen!reader; oral (f receiving); "hinting" at power dynamics but nothings concrete here they're switches MDNI 18+ w/ BEN FLORIAN (descendants)

king ben abuses his power.

he doesn't usually.

he's known for being a good and honest king, a perfect heir to the throne, lifting up to the standards set by his parents. but sometimes he can't help but engage in a little misconduct.

he inherited the crown nearly five years ago, he's been doing this for a while, and maybe that's why he's let himself slip into a inappropriate casualness about it all. the first job jitters have worn off and he's filled out the powering role of a true king. besides, he's young. young and in love, people say as they make excuses for the both of you.

being young and in love is why he's here with you right now, even though the phone rang with a wakeup call a half hour ago. by now he should've been standing in the mirror with a towel hung low on his hips, not holding himself up over your body with the thin bedsheet slipping off of his hips.

"just one more," he pleads, kissing along your jaw between the words.

you groan, an almost staccato sound that scratches your throat. you tilt your head away, contorting your neck to try and hide the skin that ben reaches for. it's no use as his lips set a different path, pressing into the soft skin of your cheek, creating a trail towards your ear.

"you should go."

it's ben's time to groan. his is fuller, a sound coming from his chest. his free hand trails down to your thigh, fingers tickling your skin on the way down until they press with a firm touch into the side of your limb. he hikes your leg up and out to the side enough to make room for his slender hips, and then he presses himself down right against you, letting you feel the erection brewing beneath his cotton boxers.

"i should..." he says, and for a second you think you've gotten through to him. wishful thinking, obviously. you thought the same before when he told you that the last one was the last one. he'd even gotten dressed, all for the progress to be reversed by what was supposed to be a goodbye kiss.

this is more than a goodbye kiss.

ben practically lays his full weight onto you then, and his frame doesn't show it, but he's heavy. something else he takes after his father in.

"but i can't leave. not like this," he continues. he pouts through his words, calculating green eyes holding your gaze no matter how often you try to look away. he's so good with eye contact, holding the confidence of someone that has been trained to feed warmth towards people.

currently, he's feeding you too much warmth. he's too charismatic, too good of a talker and it shows not just in the words he chooses, but how he says them.

sounded dejected as he asks to indulge in the wet warmth of your cunt once more, sounding diplomatic as he reasons with why he needs just one more from you.

ben places a sloppy kiss to the center of your chest right over your breastbone.

"what if i make it quick?"

you sigh, pretending to think about it. really, you've already made a decision, but you lay it on thick as you play with the long and unruly strands of ben's hair.

"if i give you this now, then do you promise not to summon me during your lunch like i'm a servant?"

ben grins, wide and boyish. it grows slowly, quirking the corners of his lips up before completely taking over his face.

he nods once, pursing his lips as he says, "alright. i promise."

then, without letting you get another word in, ben slides down your body and places his face between your thighs. the button tip of his sharp nose pressing against your clit ignites you, and he strokes the fire with each smooth movement of his tongue until you're spasming around his mouth far too soon.

he lives up to his promise after that, slipping in the shower (after unsuccessfully attempting to pull you along with him, you both know he could have lifted you up and brought you in there if he really wanted to) with the taste and smell of you still on his thin lips. you groggily answer the phone for him while he gets ready, worrying that lumière could somehow tell what the two of you were doing from the sound of your voice alone.

you're sure you've gotten away with it. but if ben's tardiness didn't give you both away, the way he desperately seeks you out during his alloted lunch break definitely does.

at least he kept that promise, too, choosing to seek you out rather than have you hunted down and at his beck and call.

[daenystheedreamer]

please tell us about alysannejonquil..... you've intrigued me

ok so. jonquil is utterly totally irrevocably devoted to alysanne. her very shadow. nothing is more important to jonquil than alysanne. alysanne is the maiden made flesh. alysanne is a true princess a true queen the most beautiful the most kind the most gentle.

alysanne loves jaehaerys with all her heart, he is her soul she is his heart. she also loves jonquil, as her truest friend. she's like her hand; an undeniable part of herself. alysanne could be bisexual if she knew that existed but truly has no thoughts on this matter.

jonquil knows she is a lesbian and can identify her sexuality. she is also a bastard daughter and a woman knight. she can never be a true daughter nor a true knight.

there relationship is one of meaningful touches, where it is thoughtless and whole-heartedly given by alysanne and obsessed over and greedily, starvingly kept by jonquil. an empathetic pat on the knee. braiding jonquil's hair so it's out of the way. tying the ribbons on alysanne's dress.

alysanne says oh you are my jonquil then i must be your florian. jonquil is gripping her sword white-knuckled. haha yes your grace of course your grace. jonquil thinks about alysanne the maiden in the pool the true jonquil.

alysanne is 15 when the attack at maidenpool happens and i like jonquil at 18 because it mirrors brienne and it means she did her mystery knight tourney at 16 like lyanna. they grow up together. jonquil is beside her for the births of all her children, from daenerys to gael.

jonquil sees the king and hates. and then she repents, because he is the king and if alysanne is the mother then he is the father made flesh. but he puts alysanne in that birthing bed and makes her bloody and still alysanne loves him still alysanne praises him for giving her children.

ok dramatic prose over it got too much. anyway i think jonquil is sort of a weird aunt figure in the lives of alysanne's kids. she's literally been there since birth. ill put her opinions on the kids below the cut. i think alyssa, saera and viserra specifically all catch on and identify exactly what jonquil's deal is and i do believe they each tease and harass her over this. alyssa in a fun and flirty way, saera in a pointed and cruel way, viserra in a simultaneously careless and egomaniac way.

jonquil being the one who physically restrains saera and forces her to watch jaehaerys behead her lovers. Layers. layers to this. saera is an insult to her mother a wicked wicked girl. jaehaerys IS the father IS the king. alysanne must be protected.

jonquil loves the order jonquil loves the system. she believes herself an aberrance and repents over this.

also i think jonquil would get jealous when gael becomes alysanne's bedmate. layers layers layers. she liked daenerys because daenerys died before she could become a disappointment.

i want jonquil surviving alysanne and sticking around at court. like barristan. a shadow once more. i want her to see alicent. i want her to see another faithful girl in the flower of her youth caring for jaehaerys and jaehaerys mistaking her for his daughters for saera. i want to see it. she has a stroke and dies at a sept lying at the foot of the maiden. or mother idk could be either.

i dont like alyquil ever consummate. i mean i can enjoy thinking about it but like in this timeline/au/interpretation of canon/fanon whatever i think its not unrequited its just unconsummated. jonquil knows alysanne could love her, does love her, doesnt understand sexuality, but she could never. but she wants to. and has to apologise to the gods about it.

DAENERYS - cute kid, dies young so jonquil never has to see her become a wicked sort of woman

AEMON + BAELON - she cant tell the difference between them. they are their father's sons. they will be her king one day. Layers.

ALYSSA - i like to think she taught alyssa some swordfighting since alyssa is mentioned as playing with wooden swords as a kid. jonquil has complex feelings on alyssa's early non-conforming gender stuff. i think alyssa genuinely likes jonquil but also likes teasing and flirting with her. unlike her mother alyssa can identify her bisexuality. when alyssa settles down (with her brother) and becomes a good wife (to her brother) jonquil is like. im not going to think about this more than i have to. she is a little disgusted and then feels disgusted for feeling disgusted because aly and jae are sister and brother and aly can do no wrong which means to feel disgusted is to make aly less of an ethereal angel. is broken up by alyssa's death, never wants to think about it ever again.

MAEGELLE - the other good daughter. chose the order chose the system. kind and gentle and sweet like alysanne. faithful and good.

VAEGON - just kind of weird. doesnt like fighting doesnt like fucking. does not entirely fit his assigned gender role, which jonquil should relate to but she's not ready for that cognitive dissonance.

DAELLA - the last of the good daughters. jonquil thinks she's a weakling but then repents for thinking that because women are supposed to be weaklings. sad for alysanne when she dies.

SAERA - the wicked evil WHORE of a daughter. a demon who is a stain on her angel of a mother. of course she turned to prostitution. saera for sure was sexually harassing jonquil cos she thought it was funny. definitely like "awww mummy isnt gonna fuck you but you can settle for me ;)" and jonquil is like. im going to fall on my own sword.

VISERRA - another disappointment daughter. im not sure if i want to go full jaehaerys-abused-his-daughters in this but like. idk your mileage may vary. but no matter what jonquil is still going to be a little misogyinst about it and judge her drinking judge her self destruction. jonquil may hate jaehaerys but if alysanne loves jaehaerys than jaehaerys can therefore do no wrong sort of thing.

GAEMON + VALERION - the kids themselves dont matter but the difficult labours that alysanne went through definitely affect jonquil. she gives the king the silent treatment for a while. curses him and then repents over it and doesnt feel guilty and has to repent again.

GAEL - good daughter, in a way, but jonquil has deep jealousy over how alysanne finds comfort in her. when gael gets doomed jonquil is, deep down, a little relieved and happy because alysanne finds comfort in jonquil once more. lots of praying over that one.

bonus

AEMMA ARRYN - she likes aemma because aemma is nice and gentle and kind (just like alysanne therefore good. a worthy inheritor of queenship) + born from one of the good daugthers

DAEMON - she looks at him and sees saera

RHAENICENT - her head explodes about this

[eliasmelody]

PART 3!

Tag: Lily x f!reader (platonic), Florian x f!reader, Joseph x f!reader, Jack x f!reader, maid reader

Warning: grammar & spelling, check endnote for more translation.

INTRO:

The manor loomed in the distance, its silhouette hidden by thick mist. Occasionally, events would unfold within its walls, an enigma that few could comprehend. To survivors, they were a cruel mockery; to hunters, it was nothing more than a meaningless occurrence. Yet, no one understood the manor’s logic. All they could do was follow, drawn by its unrelenting pull.

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Cheerleader - Lily Barriere (platonic)

You're doing your best to ensure the Valentine event runs smoothly. The food preparations are nearly done, but the decorations... You let out a sigh as you survey the mess Victor, the dog, made in his panic from the noise. Fortunately, it's nothing you can't handle.

"Is this okay?" Lily's voice rings out, full of excitement. Her enthusiasm shines through, as she eagerly looks at the decorations. With her background as a cheerleader, which you doubt sometimes, her energy is infectious, and she's more than happy to pitch in and help.

"A little higher, Lily." You say, pointing toward the spot on the wall.

"Sure thing!!" Lily said with a confident smile, holding the banner up. "There!! What do you think?"

You smile and give her a thumbs up. "Perfect."

Lily grins even wider, absolutely proud of herself and her accomplishment.

"Hell yeah!!" She exclaims enthusiastically, nodding in agreement. She’s clearly having a blast, so much so that she gets a little too excited and jumps off the ladder.

"Catch!" She yells, her arms flailing as she leaps toward you.

You quickly reach out, barely managing to catch her before she tumbles to the floor. “Whoa, Lily!"

You scold, a little shaken but trying to keep your tone firm. "What was that? You could've hurt yourself!"

Lily grins mischievously, hands on her hips. "I want a reward!" She says, her playful tone adding to the fun atmosphere.

You sigh fondly, shaking your head with a smile. "Of course you do." You sigh, knowing Lily's never short on creative requests.

Lily’s eyes light up at your response, and she taps her chin thoughtfully, pretending to ponder the question even though she’s clearly already got something in mind.

"Hm… well. Since I helped with all the decorating … I think I deserve something special!" She says, her grin growing mischievous. "Why don’t you give me a piggyback ride?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Haha... No." you say, amused but firm.

Lily pouts dramatically, crossing her arms. "Come on! You owe me after all that hard work!" She protests.

You raise an eyebrow at her challenge. "Oh yeah? Then who ate the last brownie when clearly I put a note?"

Lily freezes, her confident grin faltering for a moment as she nervously glances away. "Uh..." She quickly recovers with a sheepish chuckle.

You sigh and shake your head fondly, giving in to her antics. "How about melon cream soda?"

Lily's eyes light up at the suggestion.

"Now you're talking!"

"But no piggyback ride"

"Awww"

Fire investigator - Florian

This man... always appears with that uncanny smile. There was something unsettling about him, something that didn't quite fit with the sharpness of his eyes or the cold precision of his movements. A perfect mask, belying the secrets buried beneath.

Florian volunteered to help with the preparations, just like Lily. Moving heavy crates was no challenge for him, his strength apparent in every effortless motion.

He placed the box down carefully at its destination, then turned back to face you. "Need any more help?"

You shake your head. "That'll be all."

He paused, as if sensing your gaze, and turned slightly, his smile still intact. "Is something wrong?"

You gulp and shake your head, avoiding his gaze. After a moment of silence, you force yourself to speak. "You look… good... in your new outfit." The words feel awkward, leaving a strange taste in your mouth.

He widens his eyes slightly, just enough to be noticeable, as if your words caught him off guard. For a brief moment, his smile falters, but only for an instant before it returns, even more controlled than before. "How kind of you to say."

You smile nervously, the tension in the air thickening as you try to maintain composure. "I-I didn’t mean to make things awkward."

He steps a little closer, his presence almost suffocating now. "You didn't." His voice carried an oddly soothing tone, though something about it sent a chill down your spine.

You nod shyly and take a hurried step back. "Ah, well, thank you for your hel—"

Thud

You accidentally bump into a stack of crates, and a loud clatter echoes through the room as they begin to topple.

Before you can react, Florian is right there, his hand steadying the crates with ease. "Careful." He says, his voice smooth, as he fixes them in place.

"T-thank you." You stammer, your face flushing, trying to regain your composure.

His eyes linger on you, a glint of satisfaction flickering in their depths as he watches your reaction. The faintest smile tugs at the corner of his lips, as if pleased by the circumstances. "You’re welcome." He says softly, his voice smooth and deliberate

Under the weight of his stare, your heart races. "If you ever need anything else," His words almost whisper. "Don't hesitate to ask."

You nod quickly, still feeling the tension in the air, make your way away from him.

Once you’re out of sight, Florian stands still for a moment, his smile slowly fading. He raises a hand to his face, his fingers brushing over his lips as a subtle flush spreads across his cheeks.

Photographer - Joseph Desaulnier

Joseph looks up and smiles at you, his eyes sweeping over you. He sets his camera aside and stands up, taking a step closer.

"Ah, there you are." He says, his voice low and almost husk. "You look lovely."

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, caught off guard by his unexpected compliment. You were simply wandering around, never expecting him to call for you. And now, standing before him in your plain maid uniform, you feel a little self-conscious, especially when compared to how effortlessly put together he looks.

"Thank you..." You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Joseph doesn’t seem to notice or care about your doubts. His gaze is still locked on you, scanning every detail of your form with an intensity that leaves you feeling exposed.

"Are you ready to begin?" His smile turns sly, voice is playful, but there's a certain mischief in his eyes that makes you wonder just what he’s planning.

"Ready for what?" You ask, your heart pounding in your chest, uncertainty thick in your voice as you try to make sense of his intentions.

Joseph steps closer, his presence overwhelming. His hand gently lifts your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. His touch is surprisingly gentle, yet there's an undeniable weight to it.

"The photoshoot, mon amour." He murmurs, his voice soft but laced with an unmistakable sense of authority. "You agreed to be my muse for tonight, remember?"

"Oh." A mix of confusion and nervousness settles in your chest, and you blink, trying to recall the moment, but your mind feels a bit hazy. "I did?"

Joseph’s smile widens, and he steps a little closer, his gaze soft yet intense. "Oui, mon trésor" He says, his voice warm but teasing.

"But shouldn’t you be taking pictures of the others?" You ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice as you glance around.

Joseph gives a small, knowing smile and steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I already took some" He says smoothly, his voice calm and reassuring. "But at this moment, it is you upon whom I wish to focus."

He reaches out his hand, offering it to you like a true gentleman, his fingers extended with a subtle, inviting gesture. His gaze remains steady, filled with a quiet confidence as he waits for you to take his hand.

You hesitate again but taking a deep breath, you take his hand, your fingers slowly intertwining with his. His grasp is firm but gentle, his hand warm against yours.

"There you go." He muttered, his voice soft and soothing. "No need to be nervous, mon amour. I'll take good care of you."

The Ripper - Jack

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally catch Wick's dog after an hour of chasing. Gently cradling the little creature in your hands, you guess you have to hold it until Victor gets back.

"This is... the event, huh?" A voice echoed beside you, tinged with amusement.

You widen your eyes, not expecting to see him so soon. "Oh, Mr. Ripper."

In front of you stands the famous hunter. Jack raises an eyebrow, a curious expression settling on his face as you falter.

"Mr...?" He turns to face you completely, a playful glint in his eyes.

"And Ripper? No, no, my dear." Jack says smoothly, his tone warm yet laced with something playful, almost teasing. He lets the words hang in the air, as if savoring the moment. "I thought we already talked about this."

"Ah, I kinda forgot..." Your voice barely whispers, the heat creeping up your neck and spreading across your face.

Jack's smirk deepens, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as he watches your reaction.

"Forgetful, are we?" He murmurs, his voice low, drawing closer. The space between you feels charged with tension, your heart pounding louder with each passing second. He leans in just a little more, his face dangerously close now, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him.

"I suppose I'll have to remind you” He says softly, his breath brushing against your skin. There's a dangerous edge to his words, a hint of something more, and you can’t tell if it’s a challenge or a promise.

Your heart skipped, panic setting in. You pushed at his shoulder, stammering. "Oh no, no, no. No need!” A forced smile tried to hide your flustered nerves, though it was clear from your expression.

Jack chuckled softly, leaning back with a knowing grin. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, as if he were taking in every detail with a mix of amusement and something darker. The weight of his gaze lingered a little too long, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Mind if I pet?" The words hung in the air, his eyes never leaving you as if waiting for a reaction.

You tilt your head, glancing down at the dog in your arms, whose eyes were locked on Jack. "Oh... sure, I guess?"

You were expecting him to reach down and pet the dog, but instead, to your surprise, he reached out and gently ruffled your hair. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through you, leaving you frozen for a moment as his mischievous grin only grew wider. You couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Good girl." Jack murmured with a smirk, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you instantly regretted how flustered you felt.

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mon amour = my love

Oui, mon trésor = Yes, my treasure

Source: idea from “"IDV x The Chara cafe collaboration" (None of the pictures are mine)

[uluvjay]

Kisses-F. Xhekaj

Florian Xhekaj x fem! Reader

In which tik tok gives you an idea on how to reveal your feelings to your best friend.

Warnings?; fluff, kissing, talks of anxiety and emotions, self doubt, light cursing, possibly some errors.

Your knee bounced the whole ride to the waterside restaurant, body raked with anxiety and anticipation as you thought about all of the outcomes that could come from your brilliant idea.

What idea you ask? Kissing Florian after getting him to make a tik tok with you.

You’d seen a girl do it with her boy best friend that she’d been secretly in love with for years, tricking him into thinking they were making a simple tik tok and then pulling him into a kiss.

The boy had returned her kiss and they ended up getting together, and you hoped for the same outcome for yourself and Florian.

You two had been best friends since kindergarten and you’d been hiding your feelings for the boy for the past few years.

Friends and family had teased the two of you religiously about getting together and how cute you would be as a couple but every time the topic got brought up Florian would just blush and shake his head, you always following his lead.

Realizing the car had came to a stop you shook yourself from your thoughts, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You good?” You heard the soft voice of one of Florian’s sisters ask from her spot beside you in the back seat.

“Yeah, just zoned out for a second.” You smiled but you could tell she didn’t believe you for a second.

However she thankfully let it go and slid out of the backseat with you following closely behind, stepping out onto the pavement of the parking lot you shut the door behind you.

Turning you collided with a hard chest, strong hands dropping to your waist to catch you before you could stumble backwards.

“Be careful.” Florian’s soft laugh floated between you two, looking up your eyes met his soft blue ones, his freshly cut hair scraping his forehead as his chain poked out over his black t shirt.

“If someone wouldn’t have been in my way I wouldn’t have stumbled.” You teased, playfully swatting his chest.

“Don’t go blaming me for your clumsiness now.” He laughed, bringing his arm to rest over your shoulder as he began to walk the two of you forwards following behind his family.

You elbowed his side but stayed tucked comfortably under his arm as you walked inside the nice restaurant, the cool air welcoming from the raging heat outside.

Arber was the first to step up the host since he made the reservation, “Hi, we have a reservation for Xhekaj at six” he smiled.

“Erm, unfortunately it looks like you guys are booked in for seven instead of six” the young girl frowned.

“Shit I must’ve gotten my times mixed up, is there any chance we can do six?” Arber tried but by the tight lipped smiled on the girls face you knew there was no way you guys were getting in until seven.

“Unfortunately we’re completely filled until seven.”

“It’s okay, there’s an outdoor mall a few blocks down, we can go walk around and then come back at seven.” Steph spoke up looking around to see if everyone was okay with it.

When everyone nodded in Agreement Arber apologized to the host and turned to follow everyone outside.

“Wanna go with them or walk down to the dock?” Florian asked in your ear.

You realized this was your chance so you agreed to his idea of a walk down by the water, the nerves that had simmered were now back taking over.

“Hey guys, we’re gonna go walk around the dock, we’ll meet you at seven.” Florian called out to his family and they all shot back okay’s before heading on their way.

You two made small talk as you walked around, despite spending most of your summer together so far you two never failed to have something to talk about.

When you two had finally reached a stopping point you pulled your phone out, “Wanna make a tik tok with me?” You asked looking up at the slightly taller boy.

“Sure as long as it’s not a dancing one again.” He laughed.

“No dancing I promise, just wanted to show off this dress, it’s too cute not to.” You shrugged running a hand down your floral sundress.

You caught his eyes following your hand but looked away before he could catch you watching. Propping your phone up you picked the audio.

Setting a timer you stepped back getting Florian into frame as into (end of the world) by Ariana Grande began to play throughout the phone.

You did a small spin to play along, eyes watching in the screen as Florian’s eyes never left you, a small smile playing on his lips as he admired you.

You moved back close to his side before looking up at him, hand shaking as it reached for his face not letting the anxiety take control before you tugged his lips down to meet yours.

His body was frozen for a moment before he snapped out of it and kissed you back, his lips moving slowly against yours as he turned to fully face you, hands on your hips as he pulled you closer.

You two finally separated after a moment, chests heaving as you both caught your breath. Your eyes ran all over his face looking for any sign of regret but you didn’t see any, instead his eyes seemed brighter than usual as a soft red tinted his cheeks.

“W-what was that for?” He breathed.

“Saw a girl do it with her boy best friend as a way of admitting her feelings, and since I’m not good with my words I thought I’d give it a try.” You blushed.

“Feelings? You like me?”

Your stomach dropped at his words, this is where the decline comes in, this is where he tells you he doesn’t feel the same.

“W-well yeah, have for a long time now and I didn’t want to hide it anymore. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I don’t expect you to, and we can totally act like this ne-“ you started but were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips against yours once again.

“Quit rambling and let me speak.” He laughed after pulling away, “I like you too, love you even.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face, he liked you back? What world were you living in. All the nerves were quickly washed away with his words, new emotions of love and joy taking their place.

“So where does this leave us?” You whispered.

“I think this leaves us as two kids madly in love, and me with a very important question to ask.”

“Yeah, what’s your question?” You giggled.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled.

“I would love too.”

You squealed as his arms wrapped around you and your feet lifted from the ground as he spun you around in circles, his lips once again finding their home against yours.

“I love you so much.” He spoke against your lips.

“I love you more Flo.”

Setting you down you ran over to pick up your phone, both of you watched the video over and over until you finally saved it to your drafts, keeping the memory between the two of you until you were ready to post it online.

You never thought you’d credit tik tok for getting you and Florian together but you couldn’t be more grateful.

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[ardentcounselor]

── ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅sburb au ── pre and post scratch

‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— Waves my hands around stimming like crazy because me and @coastalshifts made a sburb au for our self ships EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Sofy, Lori, Jace, and Vick are the scratched versions of Fyna, Flor, Ayce, and Nike. This is how we adapted the arcane and league iterations of our self inserts and fictional others into a fun sburb AU!

[pizzleyanked]

marie was having a late night talk with florian on the pc and i got the pop up to invite him over, so why not

[toadifylackoffantasy]

Chapter 40.2: A Turbulent August

Part 8/18

That’s where the irony taste came from, and it also explained the terrible, stomach-breaking pain. With the horrific taste of blood mixed with bile around their lips, Florian leaned on the toilet bowl, still gripping their belly that rebelled passionately against whatever damaged it. "F-Finn.." came out with slight moans and a lot of effort.

Finn had heard the vomiting and stormed in immediately. "Oh fuck Flo.." "I… I… " “You have to go to the hospital.” "But Gabi.." “I’m calling your mothers. I don’t care if you hate hospitals, we’re going to the emergency room.”

Finn kept holding their fragile body. Flo threw up blood. Something was seriously wrong.

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Japanese First-Person Pronouns of Every Protag and Rival

Edit 4/29: added Rei and Akari.

Source for most of these is this Reddit post showing the pronouns used in Pokémon Masters EX; for characters not on that chart, I either looked at Japanese game footage or used ctrl+F on pages on the Japanese Pokémon Wiki.

Watashi (gender neutral but leaning feminine, polite): Kris, Leaf (and Green from LGPE), Hilda, Selene, Lillie, Elaine, Juliana, Nemona

Watakushi (gender neutral, very polite): Avery

Atashi (feminine, casual): May, Dawn, Lyra, Bianca, Rosa, Serena, Shauna, Gloria, Marnie, Akari, Carmine

Uchi (feminine, casual, used in certain dialects): Klara, Penny. (Note that they're both from the Isle of Armor; I haven't checked, but I wonder if other female characters from there like Peonia and Honey use uchi as well.)

Boku (masculine, casual): Red, Ethan, Wally, Lucas, Hilbert, Cheren, N, Nate*, Tierno, Trevor, Elio, Chase, Victor, Bede, Florian

Ore (masculine, most casual, sometimes rude/arrogant): Blue, Silver, Brendan, Barry, Hugh, Calem, Hau, Gladion, Trace, Hop, Rei, Arven, Kieran**

*Peculiary, in Masters EX, Nate uses boku in his written dialogue, but jibun in his spoken voice lines. Jibun is a curious pronoun; it started off as a word meaning "self," so its use as a pronoun was limited to phrases like "I did it by myself." However, now it's sometimes used as a first-person, mostly masculine pronoun. A lot of times it can make the speaker sound distant from the situation (for example, Larry in ScarVi uses jibun because he's a jaded salaryman). However, I've read that in some places in Japan, young men will use jibun more casually. Why does Nate use it? I have no idea!

**In The Teal Mask Kieran spells ore in hiragana, but in The Indigo Disk he switches to using kanji. In fiction, the way a character's pronoun is written carries implications: hiragana is standard/polite, katakana is eye-catching and maybe bragadocious, and kanji gives an aura of seriousness. So, switching to the kanji form of ore helps emphasize his switch into a more serious character in TID.

[liaromancewriter]

A Moment in Time

Premise: Two reflections from a moment in time, set several years apart.

Fandom: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 730

A/N: I wrote the first part while sitting at Florian's in Venice; the rest came shortly after.

I.

It was a beautiful summer day with a light breeze off the lagoon cutting the humidity to almost nothing. Seagulls cawed as they swooped through the piazza in search of a meal, tussling with pigeons pecking at crumbs scattered across the cobblestones.

Tourists from around the world filled the open square, posing for photos in front of Basilica di San Marco or queueing up to climb to the top of the Campanile. A hundred different languages rose into the air as determined shoppers haggled over souvenirs at carts scattered across a space that had welcomed merchants and travelers for over a millennium.

Lining the square to the north and south were a mix of coffee shops—some old, some new—their neatly dressed tables tucked beneath white umbrellas that offered shade from the sun, and from the birds circling overhead.

At Florian’s, a four-piece band played a jaunty jazz tune to the delight of its patrons, the conductor smiling pleasantly as he guided the musicians. White-coated servers glided between tables with silver trays, efficient and seemingly unhurried—at least to a trained eye.

Ethan Ramsey wasn’t just a trained observer. He was on his way to becoming a world-renowned expert in diagnostics, already known for uncovering the truth beneath the surface. He also happened to be a coffee aficionado.

He savored the sweet, smooth taste of his caffè doppio, even as he watched the head server scan the tables and direct the staff with practiced precision. Ethan appreciated efficiency, and there was no denying this coffee house ran like a well-oiled machine.

Sighing deeply as a soft breeze ruffled his hair, his thoughts drifted to what waited for him back in Boston.

Just last week, he had completed dual fellowships in infectious diseases and diagnostics. Courtesy of his mentor, Dr. Banerji, a permanent position awaited him on Naveen’s team, along with the responsibilities of an attending physician.

Ethan was excited for the next chapter. The coming years would be demanding, but he was ready. He’d earned this, and he had a clear vision for his life: to solve the world’s toughest medical mysteries and devote himself to medicine, just as his mentor had.

Nothing—and no one—would get in the way of that.

II.

Venice was just as he remembered it even if he wasn’t. Since his last visit, fine lines had begun to fan from the corners of his eyes, and a few silver threads were now woven through his hair.

The life he once believed he was destined for hadn’t unfolded exactly as he’d envisioned.

For one thing, he had a wife and children—two beautiful girls with their mother’s sass and his insatiable curiosity. And while he still pursued medicine’s toughest challenges, it was no longer the only thing driving him.

Cassie Valentine had exploded into his carefully constructed life and turned everything upside down. They not only shared a love for medicine and each other, they were true partners in everything.

Now, he had more in his life than his career, and it had all been worth it. And wasn’t that a strange admission from a man who had been determined to go it alone?

The sound of Sophie and Eloise’s laughter drew his gaze to where the twins were chasing a pigeon across the square. Dark brown hair, much like his own, streamed behind them as they ran. They squealed with delight as the bird flapped its wings—likely in annoyance—and took off, settling on a canopy above the café tables.

Laughing and breathless, the girls ran over, flushed from the chase and bubbling with excitement as they slid into their seats across the table.

Just in time, too, for the server arrived with a silver tray bearing Ethan’s double espresso, Cassie’s caffè del Doge, and gelato sundaes piled high for the girls. They dug in with gusto, chattering in their own little language and ignoring their parents entirely.

Before he could second-guess himself, Ethan reached for Cassie’s hand where it rested on the table and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Keeping her hand in his, he laced their fingers together and took a slow sip of his drink.

The sun was shining, the coffee was perfect, and the company even better. For a moment in time, life felt exactly as it should.

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[murdrdocs]

giggly sex; desk sex; oral (f receiving); MDNI 18+ w/ BEN FLORIAN (descendants)

"you know this isn't why i came to visit you, right?"

ben's hands rest on your hips, keeping you still on the top of his desk. he's technically the one caged in since his slender body is situated between your parted legs, but you feel like the one confined as you sit under his hungry gaze, neck craned up to look at him.

he dips his head, a smile pulled over his lips when he leans down to kiss you once before asking, "why are you here?"

you roll your eyes, jerking your hand to the forgotten picnic basket that sits in one of the arm chairs behind you.

"lunch, remember?"

ben pulls back enough for you to see the way his face scrunches into mock confusion. "not ringing a bell," he fakes, unable to hide the grin that takes over his face just a second later. he leans back in, knocking the tip of his nose against yours. "besides, i'm about to eat, aren't i?"

it's cheesy, but the way he says it, voice low and sultry in ways you're used to hearing late at night and not in the middle of the day in his office, almost makes you give in. with the little bit of strength remaining, you slap his shoulder, scoffing and pretending to be opposed to the idea.

if ben were to slip a hand between your thighs, he'd see just how you really felt about his proposal.

you let him kiss you, leaning up into his touch. his hands circle around to your back, pressing into the curve right above your ass before rounding back around to the front of your body and trailing down the tops of your thighs. when his fingers make their way towards your inner thigh and below the—admittedly high—hem of your skirt, you don't object. your legs even part a little bit more.

it's not until ben pulls away from your lips that you speak, left unoccupied and floundering to find something to do.

"isn't this the same desk your father used?"

ben groans, forehead knocking against yours as he stops. "can we not?" he asks, words a little breathless as he laughs at the end of them.

you're quick to apologize, sitting back and letting ben drop to his knees. you try not to think about the portraits of ben's parents staring at your back. you try not to think about the lock on the door, worrying if either of you turned it before getting here. you try to only focus on ben sliding your panties down and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

it's not until the introduction of his tongue onto you—nothing but a tentative lick disguised as a kiss into your inner thigh, right beside your cunt—that all of your worries disappear. you instantly become absorbed in ben, neither of you caring about the phone ringing or the trinkets you accidentally knock onto the floor throughout.

[bunny-dr34ms]

the love fate demands of us - prologue

- mystical!txt x angel!reader

summary. flora was the land of magic, where fantasy thrived. now, in the hands of humans, it has become a land where the enchanted had to hide in shadows in order to survive. you, neither human or angel, an abomination to both, knows better than anyone how cruel this world can be. fate has failed you time and time again but when she leads you deeper into flora, you'll find that your hardships are shared by others. will you and your new companions be able to restore what has been oppressed in flora? more importantly, will you be able to find the love fate demands of?

cw/ tw; f!reader, fae!yeonjun, vampire!soobin, werewolf!beomgyu, wizard!taehyun, elf!kai, fantasy au, royalty au

features; txt, names of other idols that i decide as i go

wc; 1.8k

Prologue: Flora: The land of magic

Flora, the land of magic and all things fantastical. There was truly nothing like it. From the mystical forests to the flourishing river channels, from the tiniest twinkling pixies to magnificent beasts, Flora was a land of legends. Creatures of all and every kind roamed freely, building little communities and towns of their own. Whole civilizations existed but no matter how they continued to advance, the peace was never disturbed, they were all Florians after all, united under their nation. Truly, there was nowhere else promising more beauty and adventure.

And then the humans arrived.

Nothing could've prepared Flora for humans. No seer, omen, or prophecy could've prepared Flora for the shattering ruination that would come with humans. Albeit there was no early premonition that they were even coming at all but a place like Flora would've welcomed them anyway.

Welcome she did.

When the first group passed through the fog, they spent weeks wandering and building camps in the forests, dryads and nymphs passing word that something new has entered Flora. A new kind of people for the first time in almost 1000 years, the most recent being the first group of leprechauns that came along(they were quickly found out to just be odd fairies) The humans wandered and wandered, lost in Flora’s great forests until one day they stumbled upon a little town of dwarves. The dwarf king of that town graciously let them in, already catching wind of the new friends that have been lost for weeks. Dwarves were stubborn, prideful people who really only acknowledged other by their work but humans were equally crafty with their shiny metal armors. Just like that, the dwarves and the humans became good friends and even better partners.

Now, if it wasn't for greed.

If it wasn't for the human's greed for more--more power, more riches, more land. If it wasn't for the thirst that they had to conquer, maybe...no, Flora definitely wouldn't be what it is today.

In just a month's time, hundreds, thousands of humans started entering the forest. All of them flooding Flora's forests from all sides, clambering up into the mountains, into plains, anywhere that had land for them to take. Still, without question where all of them came from, Flora took them in with open arms. The interactions the dwarves had made the other groups believe that humans were similar to the already residing citizens of Flora. Kind, generous, humans were just another race of goodhearted people joining Flora, right?

Oh, how wrong they were.

The first 5 years of humans just inhabiting Flora were the most destructive years that this land has ever faced. Not even the Great Forest War could compared to the monstrous crimes committed by the humans. Forests were torn down and burned within just weeks. There were houses being built everywhere the eye could see in almost every meadow. Mountains were chipped away until wide paths ran up and down the sides from bottom to top. All water sources became awfully contaminated or redirected into their new little residential areas. The entire landscape of Flora changed in those 5 years.

That was just the landscape; the creatures of Flora suffered far, far worse.

The population of the forest animals cut down by half, unicorns, jackalope, and even dragons alike. Humans had no sympathy for those who couldn't talk to them it seemed. The elves were wearing of these newcomers but reluctantly allowed them in their kingdoms after hearing praises from the dwarves. What a mistake that proved to be because soon the humans began to chase them out of their very homes. Elves were always more closed off in all aspects of their cultures. History books of elven society hardly had any of their spells, traditions, or magic. Humans didn't like that and took it all by brute force instead, fire seeming to be their favorite to burn down whole communities. After the elves, news began to spread about these humans once again. This time about how they were tyrannical, heartless monsters that killed with no remorse.

From nymphs to mermaids, centaurs to witches, fairies to vampires, they were all slaughtered at the hand of insatiable humans. After all, Florians didn't know what to do at the face of cold massacres. They've been living in tranquility for eons and eons. The Great Race War was recorded in history to be at the very start of time, when Flora just a clearing of trees. Just the sight of humans with weapons in their hands were enough to send all life forms running and hiding. In the last 3 years, the entire population of Flora, apart from the dwarves, was once again halved.

Then came the Human Flora War.

After 5 years of taking the cruelty of humans, all the fantastical beings decided enough was enough. They were done with letting the humans take what they want. Another 5 years were spent planning, preparing, training for this battle. Florians knew that humans were a tough opponent, having seen their brutality first hand. And prepared they were. It was thousands upon thousands of mystical beings that had magic and power coursing through their veins, victory was essentially guaranteed. On the battlefield, it was clear who was going to win, the humans with their flimsy iron tools stood no chance against the mages. Fire no longer scared the water nymphs, werewolves and vampires haunted their bases at night, picking them off like flies. Yes, victory was in sight.

The humans were enraged, they've never lost so pitifully before it seems. So they had to play their dirty tricks once more. They turned to the only race that they treated as equals: the dwarves. It was already bad enough that some dwarf towns didn't participate because they believed that humans weren't all bad. The humans made a deal to the dwarves. They promised that in return for the dwarves to join their side, they would provide them all with riches for the rest of their lives. Dwarves were never wealthy, not like vampires or elves, so this prospect made them eager. They were convinced when the humans apparently brought a ship that was filled to the brim with golds and gems that the dwarves have never seen before. The humans somehow constantly replenished their man power and with the betrayal of the dwarves, which were at full force, already having years and years of weaponry stored up and being spared the humans' wrath, Flora ended up losing.

The next 10 years was spent by the humans raising their own cities and kingdoms. In the utmost center of Flora was the main kingdom called Roseria, where the Esor Forest, the largest forest in Flora, originally was. Now there were only a few acres of it left surrounding the kingdom. There were neighboring kingdoms too. Magnia towards the mountains and Asteria near the oceans. Here and there were little human towns with some being mixed in with dwarves. At this point of time, the human population alone was enough to equal almost all the magical beings and creatures.

Flora, ever wondrous and ever adapting, was still able to heal after all it went through.

All the flora and fauna found its way to thrive again, growing back lush and healthy. The were only two major changes. One of them was the new hierarchy in place, where humans stood at the very top. Every one, every thing else had to obey, otherwise they'd face severe punishments. Ears would be clipped, wings were cut, anything that set one apart from humans would be eliminated with so much as a word out of line.

The second change, was a decree made by humans, banning all magic.

Humans were not as intelligent as they say they are. Trying to make home in a land of magic just to ban it, which is impossible by the way, was like stepping outside and banning the sun from ever shining because it was too hot. They always hated magic anyway, hated how those who could wield it made them so much more powerful and just better in every way. Magical beings are naturally more beautiful, more alluring. Humans couldn't accept that with their own greed to be the best. Really, they were just scared of how strong and otherworldly magic was. Still, even with this nonsense ban, creatures of their own environments worked hard to nurture Flora, allowing it to continue prospering under human rule.

So that's where Flora is as of now. Still the land of magic and all things fantastical despite the green-hearted humans' intervention. In spite of this, odd and new definition of peace, there is always something new and unheard of that could happen here. The Kingdom of Esor, ruled by the Hwang Dynasty's 3rd generation, is about to recieve their first princess. This princess is going to be the result of not only infidelity, but also a child of a human and an angel. Interracial families were inevitable, no amount of hate or disgust for the other race could've prevented love from getting in the mix. Not every human was evil and not every mystical Florian held grudges against them. Though the marriage between them was made legal, they were still shunned by society, from both sides. Forgiveness was hard to earn and forgetting was essentially impossible with all the recorded history of the crimes committed by humans. How terribly unfortunate.

Anyways, back to our princess.

She will be the first hybrid royal to ever exist. In a year, we will get to see how she fares in this magical world. In a year she will be born to the royal family and in a year, after 200 years of peace with the humans, Flora's tranquility shall be once more disrupted.

Simultaneously, deep in the forest, a brutal path of betrayal awaits 5 individuals. A misunderstood vampire who wanted nothing more than to protect his own. An exploited fae who longed to experience what love was for himself. A forsaken werewolf who was sacrificed by his own blood. An incriminated wizard who dreamt of helping those in need with his talent. A ridiculed elf who wanted to use his powers for good.

Fate was unkind to you and them, forcing all of you to fend for yourselves in a fight where the world has turned their backs on you. Will the red string weaving through your heart help you find your soulmates? When push comes to pull, will they stand next to you? Come, as Flora awaits its saviors, the suppressed magic straining against its chains, let us discover what fate has in store for us.

Let us face together, the love fate demands of us.

author note: posting after who knows how long.. i really enjoy the concept of world building as hard as it is so i decided to give it a shot! i haven't had a chance to proof read this yet so please forgive whatever blemishes there are, i'll fix it as soon as i can! should i make a masterlist for this, i've never made one before but im willing to try >< chapter 1 is already in the making but i wanted to post this to see how we feel about it. i can't wait to release the next chapter !!!! let me know what you think !! all reposts, likes, and shares are appreciated! my inbox is open!

[atopvisenyashill]

Who are Sansa’s potential contenders in your opinion?

i’ve talked about this before but i’d love to talk about it again lmao. i think the potential romantic endgame contenders are (in order of most to least likely) jon, brienne, theon, and podrick (there’s a wide gap between theon and podrick) and i use the term romantic like……i mean a little loosely. i’m gonna explain my criteria a bit.

sansa’s suitors must be

within a decade of her age

someone who has, when they meet her, a claim to a seat powerful enough to at least be in the same ballpark as the Starks

someone who would be willing to relocate to winterfell or near winterfell

someone who won't feel threatened by her title

shares her romantic sensibilities

someone whose identity subverts the typical Westerosi idea of what a True Knight and a Proper Husband is

someone who is actively trying and at least partially succeeding at being a good person, but specifically someone who has themes associated with what she desires - a True Knight and Hero From A Song

so let’s explain.

firstly, when we’re talking “potential contenders” i think everyone is picturing something slightly different. i’m talking about like. the relationship that will be one of the focal points of her story going forward, the relationship that will mean the most to her bc it fulfills her dreams while matching her growth and maturity, the relationship her story is building towards her meeting. i think there’s a lot of,,,idk confrontations on the horizon. theon hearing bran in the trees. dany’s nightmare about (probably) euron. everyone and their mother hearing wolves howling in the distance. half these characters are like on a boat, on a dragon, on a walk in the woods, literally on the way to meet someone when we leave them in feastdance and sansa is no exception to this - the Themes Are Coming For Her.

i think there’s been a build up over sansa’s story that she is going to meet The Hero Of Her Dreams, but they will not fit the typical mold of a hero. They will help empower her, protecting her physically while she protects them politically. There will be genuine love, and dedication. A bond to rival Naerys & Aemon, Florian & Jonquil, a person who will love her until the end of her days…a person who is also going to be helpful when it comes to her new role as The Stark In Winterfell. this means a) the line of succession will be dealt with in a practical manner and not swept under the rug and b) someone who likely has some sort of background in either politics or battle.

Maybe it’s a contradiction to say this relationship can be romantic and satisfying to read while also saying there's a chance it will be “subtext” but…I just think, looking at his inspirations being soooo focused on things like courtly love, chivalry, that a spin that involves Sansa feeling a deep affection for a Knight protecting her, with no men around (but again, crucially, having discussed how the hell she’s going to have kids, with a partner who will not shy away from a frank discussion like that) is still a satisfying "romantic" arc. Yes i am saying this is how I have my cake and eat it too, where Braime fucks and then Jaime dies, then Brienne stays in the North with a conveniently (publicly) single Sansa who leans on her for comfort. This is my meta and we're never getting the winds of winter to disprove it, but also I'm thinking specifically of the focus on rumors surrounding the sexualities of a lot of characters in F&B - Alyn and Addam Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor and Laena Velaryon, Rhaena the Black Bride, to name just a few very obvious ones - as well as the repeated princess and knight dynamic that follows both Sansa (with Dontos and Sandor) as well as is present in F&B (Rhaenyra & Harwin, Rhaenyra & Criston, Alysanne & Jonquil Darke, Aegon & Visenya imo also fits this) that this dynamic can be romantic but also not explicitly stated to be a sexual or romantic relationship. MOVING ON.

I think it’s actually most likely that Briensa and Jeynsa that are winning the “so which one is actually gonna go canon” war bc they’ll be single, in the same place, and clearly devoted to each other while like, Jon/Theon/Aegon/Sandor/Tyrion/Basically Every Man Shipped With Sansa are miserable and cold or dead elsewhere. (littlefucker isn’t included bc he’s definitely dead 😁). I just need everyone to understand my definition of “goes canon” is so so loose. ANYWAYS. EXPLANATIONS-

within a decade of her age

i am once again saying that every relationship with a huge age gap that starts with one of them below the age of 17 ends badly and the reason is bc george is not a pervy moron, he is actually writing about the ways in which the hypersexualization and forced child marriages in westeros are damaging to these girls. “but he said dany & drogo were in love!!” he’s very clearly the sort who likes to find the romantic and erotic in the grotesque and horrific, and looking at this from the character’s point of view. i think his comments line up just fine with the justifications these girls make to themselves about the marriages they are forced into. also he’s just an old man and he phrases things in ways that make you cringe sometimes, pls be serious 😭 the only exceptions to this rule are really Rhaenys/Corlys and arguably Rhaenyra's various romantic ties but a) none of Rhaenyra's romantic relationships end well and in fact help speed her right along to her gruesome death and b) Rhaenys and Corlys' relationship is fraught with political problems and also, he has an affair with a teenager so again, george is Saying Something about the reasons why certain types of men prefer women much younger than them. "but what about roose and fat walda?" they are both gonna die horribly, next question.

SO. it’s not gonna be tyrion. it’s not gonna be sandor. it’s not gonna be littlefucker. they’re too goddamn old and sansa spending the rest of her life rationalizing these guys perving on her when she’s barely even middle school aged is not (imo) the ending she is going to get.

this leaves us with the rest of her more popular ships - jeyne, margaery, harry, sweetrobin, aegon vi, jon, theon (admittedly pushing it here! i can be logical about this!), podrick, and brienne (technically bran and arya are here too ig, i mean if we want to be really fair to all ships). onto the next criteria-

someone who has a claim to something in the same general social circle as winterfell

technically i do think there’s a chance george goes for something radical at the ending like abolishing the monarchy and if he does that i will kiss him on the mouth (with consent from him & parris). BUT. i think the most likely ending is more of a loosening of the feudal system - showing us the next few hopeful steps away from absolute monarchies. what i’m saying is The System still exists and will still exist throughout twow and ados, so I think it’s logical to assume that Sansa is not going to marry “beneath” her. if anyone does, it's arya.

anyways that’s a double pass on sandor & littlefucker. this is also why i admit pod is a stretch - the paynes aren’t nobodies but pod himself is from a cadet branch, so fairly low in the pecking order . i mostly include him bc i think he’ll make a name for himself alongside brienne, potentially enough to overcome that gap and he fits the rest of the criteria too well imo to completely disregard him. “why can’t sandor or littlefucker do that” bc sandor doesn’t have enough time before the end of the series to make up for all the shit he did as the hound In The Eyes Of The Public Or, Crucially, Sansa’s Family and littlefucker is going to die 😁

you could argue this also crosses out jon and jeyne. COUNTERPOINT - jeyne is a girl it literally doesn’t matter so long as she’s high enough to be one of sansa’s ladies and she is, so she passes; jon is one of three targaryens left alive (and even if aegon's a blackfyre, he doesn't know that so still counts!!) and all the secrecy around jon's legitimacy + robb’s will means clearly something is cooking here. also he has an impressive resume on paper.

someone who would actually live in Winterfell

I don’t feel it’s necessary to argue that Sansa is going to be IN WINTERFELL and END UP IN WINTERFELL bc she lichrally builds Winterfell after Arya, the sibling she interacts with the most, hears a prophecy about a girl slaying a giant IN A CASTLE MADE OF SNOW. This does not feel subtle nor like a stretch. Whether she’s a regent for Rickon/Bran, a ruling lady, or a queen, she is GOING HOME the same as the rest of the Starklings and she will be important in helping rebuild it. Therefore, the person she’s with has to not only be cool with being at Winterfell often, they have to not induce immediate fury and rage in her siblings.

sandor? triple dead. tyrion? we’ll call him 1.5 dead to be polite. aegon vi? doomed and dead. harry hardyng? does Not seem likely to relocate. littlefucker probably would relocate but good luck getting two steps into the north or riverlands without every living starks’ “it’s time to beat that annoying fuck up” alarms blaring in their heads ready to run him through.

theon is a hard maybe but since he actually feels bad & also grew up with them, i think he has plenty of time in the next 2k pages of story to make up some ground with jon, arya, and bran. margaery feels like a hard maybe as well - it’s looking bleak for the tyrells & i don’t think margaery’s family is going to let her move to the north without a good reason. but i also feel like. there’s too many unknowns to technically count her out.

brienne & pod Will be living in the North and they Will be on the guard and That Is That. jeyne & jon don’t seem to have any plans on leaving the North any time soon either.

someone who won't feel threatened by her title

this is a near constant through line in her story - that whoever marries her will want her for her claim first and foremost. it's going to factor into her relationships, specifically about how she's going to have a child. whether she has a secret marriage, longstanding affair, or a public husband, it's going to be someone who is not constantly trying to usurp her power literally or metaphorically.

that means no aegon vi, no sweetrobin, no harry, no littlefucker, no tyrion. tyrion's claim to the westerlands is a competing one with her, and tyrion himself is interested in her title way more than sansa as a person (it's why he doesn't see her escape coming and why he's so bitter over it - the whole time he thought she was a silly girl and had no idea she was plotting to escape and nearly did escape at several points. he thought she was helpless! you can bet your ass he is going to feel threatened by the idea that she does not need his ass). sandor, imo, will also feel threatened by her having such a lofty title, and i cannot see him being capable of any sort of secret marriage. "well they could just marry publicly" she's not publicly marrying a man known to be a child killer. to be completely honest, i think margaery would feel threatened by her title as well.

jon, podrick, brienne, jeyne are all people who would not only not feel threatened, they would be proud, celebrate it, actively fight to keep her in a state of power. theon is imo a maybe - the theon we meet in the beginning would objectively feel threatened by Sansa having a title loftier than his. a theon who has lived through everything he has by the end of the dance is imo much more likely to be happier out of the spotlight. all of them as well would be willing to be frank about how she's going to have a child, and would not mind Sansa saying something like "my children were fathered by a wolf."

someone who shares her romantic sensibilities

listen. she's gonna like, get along with her suitor. someone who won't laugh at her for wanting to be swept off her feet, someone who also craves a more romantic life.

this eliminates, imo, harry, sweetrobin, littlefucker, and sandor, probably aegon vi as well.

brienne, jon, theon, jeyne, and podrick are all romantic types - jon imagines having children named after ned and robb just llike sansa, theon had dreamed as a hostage of marrying sansa and calling ned father, brienne dreams of lofty knightly ideals of protecting the weak, and podrick and jeyne both have stories very much tied to subverting the ideas of a true knight and a damsel in distress.

someone who is an Atypical True Knight

💙✨this is a post about briensa✨💙

true knight/hero from a song themes + marginalized in some way in Westeros = brienne, jon, theon, tyrion. sandor feels relevant here in that he is not a true knight but he clearly wants to be after his encounters with the stark girls and also he doesn't look like one either.

aegon vi could arguably count due to being dornish, so i guess i'll give him a .5 in this category. harry is as typical as they come, and neither margaery nor jeyne have anything that links them narratively to the concept of a true knight or hero from a story (except, i suppose, for jeyne's link to theon). podrick is also fairly typical but again, kinda lowish for a noble so i guess .5, and he also has several scenes where he's expressly linked with being an Atypical True Knight (mainly, the scene where he saves Tyrion during the Battle on the Blackwater).

a True Knight

i simply do not think the lesson sansa is going to “learn” here is that no one will ever love her for who she is and her marriage will be about her claim and nothing more because there are no True Knights left. every time someone is like “she won’t have a romance bc her story is about not needing love” i find it mind boggling because in what world is asoiaf about not needing love, first of all, and second of all, her arc wrt her desires for marriage and love has so clearly been tied to this concept of a True Knight and the idea that a True Knight does not always ~look good~ and that someone who is not a knight may be capable of good and that you can always just Choose To Do Good at any point but you have to Make That Choice, and that is all very different from “not needing love.” Sansa is naive yes but!! Sansa is Dunk sitting there surrounded by strong handsome men in expensive, gorgeous armor and asking if there are any true knights among them-

EXCEPT SOMEONE WILL STEP UP TO THE PLATE.

“a dream of spring” means there will be just a little hope. so help Will Come and they will be a True Knight they just won’t take a form she expects. this is a large part of the reason why i’m on the briensa train. Brienne is The Truest Of True Knights! She serves a King she's in love with who doesn't love her back faithfully, she swears a vow to Sansa's mother after comparing Catelyn's courage to that of a knight's and laments the fate of women who die unremembered in a birthing bed, she's on a noble quest to find Sansa with an assist from The Most Infamous Knight In Westerosi History, she’s the secret descendant of The Other Truest Of True Knights, and I feel it’s very clear from geography, theme, and foreshadowing standpoints that Brienne and Sansa are going to be linking up soon.

I have always felt that the Ashford Tourney Theory is linking Sansa to both Jon and Brienne narratively - Jon for being the dark haired Targaryen Prince defender and Brienne for being the Dunk descendant and True Knight that interrupts the tourney. Not only that, but Jon has that "she wished for a hero to strike him down" "ed, fetch me a block" parallel that I think is really important.

BUT. They're not the only ones with links like this. Theon has the similar link of how life is not a song and is actively grasping for redemption when we last left him. Podrick, like Brienne, is on a True Knight's quest to save Sansas and is discounted as a hero despite having several heroic moments for himself - including actively seeking Brienne out to help with her quest. Tyrion frequently struggles with concepts of morality but is on an absolute downward trajectory.

Who is not tied to these last two concepts nor acts at all like a True Knight? Aegon VI (arguable I suppose), Harry Hardyng, and once again, Littlefucker.

IN SUMMATION

Who doesn't fit any of the critera? Littlefucker, and that's why his ass is grass.

Who fits very little of the criteria? Tyrion (too old, not likely to live in Winterfell, cares too much about her title, on a downward spiral), Sandor (too old, too low born, not a True Knight and not becoming one any time soon, plus Arya will kill him if he tries something), Aegon VI (would not relocate, is not tied to the concept of a True Knight, plus he's doomed), Harry Hardyng (would not relocate, cares too much about titles, is not a true knight nor atypical in way, doesn't seem given to romantic sensibilities).

Who fits most of the criteria? Jeyne Poole and Margaery Tyrell. However there are pretty big plot reasons Margaery won't have any sort of romantic, subtext or otherwise, long lasting relationship with Sansa so even though on paper she fits, I think she's highly unlikely to impossible.

Who fits all of that criteria, ie, close to her age, has an important name (or has a reason why it doesn't matter), and is an Atypical True Knight with a romantic outlook on life with narrative links to Sansa? Brienne of Tarth and Jon Snow, and arguably Theon Greyjoy and Podrick Payne.

Anyways I think Sansa should start a bisexual polycule in the North. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.