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valdomarx · 11 months

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Roy’s first month of managing Richmond, he still wakes up at 4 a.m. every morning.

There’s no reason for it; work doesn’t start until 8 and he doesn't need to do extra training sessions with Jamie any more. But his body can’t break the habit, so he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling.

4 a.m. is when night is over but morning has not quite begun, when the world is quiet and distant and there is room for thoughts which would otherwise be unthought and feelings which would otherwise be unfelt.

4 a.m. is Jamie flinging open his front door with a big grin and a stupid head torch, saying, “Morning coach!” and bounding off with such enthusiasm that Roy has to scramble to keep up with him.

4 a.m. is the team finally calling it a night after celebrating a tough win, Isaac and Colin with an exhausted Sam between them, Jan Maas giggling, and Dani coming tearing out of the club yelling “Back to the hoteeeeeeeeeel!” and everyone running joyfully after him. Everyone except Jamie, who is leaning against the wall of the club and watching Roy with a hint of a smile.

“Fucking what?” Roy growls.

“You’re doing good. At this manager thing, I mean. The boys like it when you come celebrate with us.”

4 a.m. is sunrise over Richmond Park, the trees swaying in the breeze, deer leaping away in the distance, a blanket of silence muffling London’s ever-present hum of traffic. It is Jamie’s contentment as he runs, the way he springs forward to meet every step, with the rays of the rising sun painting streaks of red and gold through his hair.

4 a.m. is the time the team bus breaks down and strands them in a field in the middle of nowhere, and most of the lads are asleep in their seats but Roy finds Jamie sitting a little distance away on a grassy bank, looking up at the sky.

“Proper good view of the stars here, innit?”

Roy cranes his neck to take in the view of bright white points splashed across the darkness. He hums and lowers himself to sit next to Jamie.

“That one’s Rigel.” Jamie points. “And over there, that’s Betelgeuse. About to go supernova and everything. It’s gonna explode and take out everything around it, but after that, it’ll leave behind a cloud of dust n shit which’ll make new stars. Mental, right?”

Roy glances at him sideways. “How d’you know all this shit?”

Jamie shrugs one shoulder. “Me mum used to take me to the observatory as a kid. Said it was good for my cultural development. But I think I just liked the view.”

Jamie is staring up at the stars, but Roy is looking at Jamie’s face, soft, open, and full of wonder.

4 a.m. is a stupid time to be doing this. Roy stands in front of Jamie’s door and hesitates before knocking. Who the fuck shows up out of the blue at someone’s house at this hour? But he’d woken up early again and the world had seemed grating, like something important was missing, and almost against his will his feet had carried him here.

He knocks and, much quicker than he expects, the hallway light flicks on and footsteps thump down the stairs. Jamie opens the door fully dressed and wide awake, and beams.

“Morning coach! You want a cup of coffee?”

Roy blinks. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here at this ridiculous time?”

Jamie's forehead wrinkles. "I'm sure you've got a good reason."

“I couldn’t sleep. Can’t sleep, I mean. I still wake up at 4 a.m. every morning."

Jamie nods. “Yeah. Me too.”

"I -" Roy squirms, hating feeling so visible. "I miss this."

Jamie looks up at him, surprised.

"I miss you."

Jamie blushes, then fidgets with his sleeves. "You see me every day."

"It's not the same though. I miss starting my day with you."

"Oh." Jamie's cheeks are blotched with pink. "We could go for a run together? Do some training?'

It's tempting. Roy could say yes, and they could jog around the park, and it could be like it was before. A little piece of familiarity in a season of changes.

But that's not what Roy is here for.

"I don't want to train," he says, and Jamie's face falls.

He steps closer, right up to the doorway, a mere few inches between them. He reaches out, stopping himself just before his hand lands on Jamie's chest.

He looks up, meets Jamie's eye, makes sure he knows what Roy is offering. His hand meets Jamie's chest, solid and warm. "I want something else."

"Oh." Jamie scarcely moves, has to remind himself to breathe by the looks of it, and then one of those soft, beautiful 4 a.m. smiles spreads across his face and he steps back to open the door. "Then I guess you'd better come in."

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crappymixtape · 3 months

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soft, sweet, sounds • part II

part II to this absolutely unhinged-fever-dream-blurb's worth of smut i wrote way too early in the morning – steve’s still your roommate and you’re still friends, right? or is there something more and you two just too chicken shit to put a label on it • 18+ | ( 1.5K – roommates -> something?, tiny fluff, medium smut, lots of idiocy, steve x you )

S O F T S W E E T S O U N D S • P A R T T W O 🎶 swimming pools, dani stocksdale

It was sticky sweet like popsicles by the pool. Soft like cotton candy clouds pulled across the sky. Glittering like sun on the water and easy. Too easy. Like you’d done it countless times before. Like it was nothing. Like it was supposed to be like this and maybe it was your newly single mindset, or maybe it was Steve, but right now? It didn’t matter.

“Y’okay?” Steve asked, breaths falling quick between you. Sweat beading across his forehead, his hair stuck and messy as the fan above did absolutely nothing to cool down the room from the July heat outside.

“Yes–shit–yeah,” you hissed through gritted teeth, Steve’s fingers digging into the plush of your hip, his other hand bracing him above you on the bed.

It was a slow drag. A lazy push and pull that drove you both crazy. Hands needy and searching. Lips desperate, pressed skin to skin, sucking soft lilac bruises to leave behind tiny traces of you long after you’d parted.

“Oh god, o-okay, s’good,” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged at it, nails scratching at his scalp and making him see stars.

Less than a week ago you’d broken up with your boyfriend and your room mate Steve had come home to find you coping with a hand pressed between your thighs and instead of moving on – instead of maintaining the line between roommates – you’d broken the rules and now here you were.

Laid out on his bed with your panties on the floor and your shirt rucked up under your arms so he could push the palm of his hand up your stomach. Could see your embarrassing, nothing special, I-need-to-do-laundry bra. All white and dotted with baby blue spots, but Steve couldn't have cared less. You made his shitty, faded, ripped up Hawkins Athletic Dept. shirt look good.

“Wait–” the pinch between your brows deepened as he hit the soft, squishy spot at the back of you, your knees pressing into his ribs.

“M’sorry, want me to stop–”

“No, god–don’t stop,” your voice edged on desperation as you squirmed and slipped a hand between your thighs so you could rub little circles over your clit. “Okay, keep going.”

And when Steve picked up the pace again, dragged himself in and out, in and out, the combination of your fingers and him filling you up so good pulled a moan from you that was utterly obscene. The coil at the pit of your stomach squeezing tight as the movement of your fingers grew frantic.

“Y’close? You’re close, huh?” Steve let his head drop down, rested his forehead on yours and pressed a kiss to your temple, the tops of his thighs smacking into the backs of yours. “Let go, babe–you go first.”

“Faster,” you pleaded and his jaw ticked as he bit down on the groan you pulled from his chest. A low, warm, rumble that pushed you over the edge as you sucked in a gasp. Arched your back up off the bed for more, more, more as your hand fisted into the sheets to hold on for dear life. Pressed your body into Steve’s and pulled him with you, his hips stuttering as he came.

And as your limbs grew heavy Steve gently pushed himself away, a small gasp escaping you as he eased out, breaths slowing as each second passed. The warm air wrapping itself around you, lulling you into a haze. The kind that made you feel like you were floating. Like being between sleep and dreams, fuzzy and blurring around the edges.

You watched the fan spin lazy overhead, uselessly pushing warm air around Steve’s room and tried to stay present. Tried not to let your mind wander. Tried not to think about what ‘this’ was, what you were doing with your room mate and tried to just be.

Steve shifted against the covers next to you, his arm pressing into yours as he rolled onto his side. Looked at you with those big brown eyes, brows lifted ever so slightly in question.

“You wanna shower first or…?” his voice drifted off at the end of his sentence, hand running through his hair in an attempt to keep it out of his eyes.

“Oh, you can? I don’t have to work today,” you tried to sound casual, like you hadn’t just fucked your best friend, but even you didn’t believe you.

“Could be responsible and go together, conserve water.”

His half-assed joke made you snort, but even Steve couldn’t deny the tension that had been building between you two.

The first time, the time he’d walked in on you, had been unreal. He’d made you come once on his fingers, again with his mouth, and a third time over the kitchen counter after you’d tried to stop and make food. Had done things your boyfriend wouldn’t have dreamed of doing, things he’d refused to do, and made you question your standards for men because what? Were men actually like this?

Like Steve?

Because he hadn’t blinked an eye when you’d started to be more vocal the second time around. When you’d told him where to put his fingers, when you asked him to apply more pressure, when you said you wanted it harder and he obliged, but never failed to ask you if it was good. If you were okay. If that was how you liked it.

He put you first and god, it was so hot and you were down so bad.

“You still with me?”

You heard Steve’s voice, felt it pull you out of your head and when you turned to look at him across the pillow he was looking at you like he’d just said something bad. Like he regretted it and your brain scrambled to catch up.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just–there’s a lot on my mind and–”

“No, no! You don’t have to explain yourself,” Steve reassured you, lifting a hand to push your curls out of your face. “It’s okay. I’ll just get outta your hair,” and he pushed up on an elbow to leave, but you cracked.

“Don’t!” fell out too quick, too fast. Had you sounded desperate? “Please. Stay?” you asked and he eased back down next to you, a little smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“What’s going on up there?” he wondered quietly, gently tapping a finger on your forehead.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to decide how honest you wanted to be with him. Debating whether or not you wanted to risk ruining this – whatever this was – and pushed a sigh from your lungs.

“Steve Harrington,” you started, his cheeks growing pink at the way you said his name, “You’re an anomaly.”

Brows knitting together, his mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’, not wanting to admit he didn’t know what that meant and it made you laugh. A small, warm thing that made his expression soften and he laughed too.

“Listen, Princess. Not everyone took AP english.”

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously! I’m a what now?”

“An anomaly. Unexpected. Out of the ordinary.”

“Oh, great,” he teased, dragging out the vowels and you shoved at him as he chuckled, “I’m a weirdo.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” you insisted, feeling like you were losing the point, but then he smiled at you. Brushed the rough pad of his thumb over your cheek and shook his head.

“I know.”

“Good.”

Silence settled between the two of you then, the only sound coming from the fan whirring above. A quiet reminder that there were still words left unsaid and leveled the challenge of who would break it and of course Steve caved first.

“I just want you know that I’m not like, expecting anything from you. Or–or trying to put any pressure on this,” he gestured a hand in the space between you on the bed and gave you a small half-hearted smile.

“Oh, I don’t either! I mean, you’re part of this too,” you insisted, feeling guilty for the slightly crestfallen look on his face, and covered your face with your hands.

“Don’t run away,” he murmured, enveloping both your hands with one of his and tugging at it softly. Wanting, no, needing to be able to see you. “Let’s just be…whatever this is for now, hm? And–and we can decide if we want to make it something else later.”

You tentatively met his gaze through your fingers, let yourself get lost for just a minute in his warm, brown eyes, and realized how safe he made you feel. Realized how thankful you were for him.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you into him and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your cheek. Your nose.

“Now about that shower–”

“Steve!”

“What? C’mon, race you?”

“You’re a menace.”

“I’m fun. I keep things interesting.”

And he did and for just a split second you were okay with just being where you were. No labels. No pressure.

Just Steve.

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buckychristwrites · 11 months

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Could This Be | Chap. One | j.t.

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about..

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: Back again with my favorite idiot boi. I hope you guys enjoy :)

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Oh, if only.

If only you knew what was about to happen.

The music from inside the house made the ground vibrate as you walked up the front path. It was a toasty summer evening, the sun not quite out of the sky just yet. The perfect night for a party, in anyone’s opinion. Certainly in yours. The front porch was filled with people, standing around with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. You pushed passed and let yourself inside.

From where you stood, it seemed the whole house was filled with people. Not an inch of standing room to be seen. No familiar faces either. None that you could see, anyway The room was humid, but it wasn’t from the air outside. You squeezed through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen. Thankfully, there was more space in there. You grabbed a soda from the fridge, popping the top open and taking a large gulp. Somehow, the drink in your hand made you less anxious, taking another sip as you looked around the room. The back door was cracked open, calling your name. As you approached, you heard the sound of a familiar voice from the other side.

“Oh Keeley!” You called, holding out the last note of her name. Her head whipped in your direction, her hair flailing along with her. It was clear she was already a few drinks in, her hands flying above her head as she stumbled towards you.

“Hey, babe!” She shrieked. When she got close enough, she threw her arms around you. You instantly melted into her hug, as you always did. There was just something about Keeley Jones that made everyone around her feel better.

Behind her was Dani Rojas and Sam Obisanya, who excitedly waved at you.

“The medic is here!” Sam announced happily. “Now we may resume all dangerous activities.” Dani giggled. As Keeley released you, you shook your head at him.

“It’s my night off, Obisanya,” You said, a slight warning in your tone. “If you hurt yourselves, I’ll be sending you to hospital in an ambulance where you can queue like everyone else.” It wasn’t true. You knew you’d still help them. And he knew it too, by the look he gave you.

“You are too nice of a person to leave us without care,” Dani added, pointing at you with a smile so wide that his eyes turned into crescent moons. You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile of your own.

“She can’t help anyone once she gets a real drink in her and not just some soda,” Keeley declared before pushing you back towards the door. “Go on. It’s your night off. We’re having fun tonight.”

“What if I wasn’t planning to get drunk tonight?” You asked her while fighting every urge to smile. It broke out anyway when she gave you a look of surprise.

“You can’t come to my party and just expect to not get shit faced!” She exclaimed. “Damn near blasphemy, that is!” Shaking your head, while still laughing, you made your way back inside the house. She called after you again, “Either come back with a proper drink or don’t come back!” Isaac, Richard, and Bumbercatch passed by you when you entered, all greeting you excitedly before disappearing out the door.

Surprisingly, the kitchen had pretty much been vacated by the time you had entered. Also surprising was the only presence left in the room.

“Jamie,” You said, sounding more taken aback than you had intended. He had been standing in the corner with his lower back leaning against the cabinet, staring at his phone while sipping on a beer. When you spoke, he jumped at the sound. It would’ve made you feel bad if it wasn’t so hilarious, but you tried to hide your amusement. Seeing that it was you, he calmed.

“You alright?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Just hidin’ is all,” He said. You approached the kitchen island, placing your hands on top of the marble. His candor shocked you. While you had never taken specific issue with Jamie, it would be a fat lie to say the two of you were friends. More like acquaintances. Or, probably more accurately, just coworkers.

“Hiding from what?” You decided to ask. Curiosity was a fickle bitch, and you also knew it must’ve been really bothering him if he was talking to you over literally anyone else. He peaked over your shoulder at the back door, then over at the doorway that led to the living room, before turning back to you and sighing.

“Keeley.”

Leaning your elbow on the counter, you set your chin in your palm and stared at him. It had been impossible to stop your eyes from widening.

“You’re hiding from Keeley, in her kitchen, at her house, at her party?”

He sighed again, exasperated, as he pushed himself away from the cupboard and approached the island. He was now directly across from you, his palms pressed against the countertop.

“She woulda been upset if I didn’t show up, which I didn’t want.” Raising his beer to his mouth, he took another quick swig before lowering it back down. “But I’ve been tryin’ to keep me distance.” He set the bottle on top of the counter and began to twirl it. You watched him do this for a moment before speaking again.

“And why are you avoiding her?”

“I’m just…” He scratched his head. You could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to think of the best way to explain. “She keeps tryna set me up with new girls. Tellin’ me I need to find a girlfriend. I think she feels bad because she’s with Roy and thinks I’m just a lonely loser.” You scoffed.

“Yes, Jamie. I’m sure everyone is sitting around thinking about how much of a loser you are, purely because you don’t have a girlfriend.” I let out a long drawn out breath as he gave you a blank stare, his lips pressed tightly together to hide a smile. “It’s so hard, being you, isn’t it?” He pointed at you.

“Don’t be smart,” He warned, sounding playful. Rolling your eyes, you stood up straight.

“I think she’s just doing that because she loves you and wants you to be happy,” You explained, all seriousness now. He looked at the countertop as he considered this. “I think you should be flattered, honestly. She thinks so highly of you that she’s willing to let her friends date you? That’s a fucking compliment in my book.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s just weird, going on dates with her friends,” He said, sheepish. “The ones I’ve met are all so… superficial. They all just want to say they’re datin’ a footballer.” The bottle he was messing with fell to its side, the sound making the both of you jump. Once he had it upright again, you looked back up at him.

“You could just do what I do when she tries to set me up with her friends,” You said. His eyes snapped in your direction.

“She does it to you too?” He asked in a stunned voice. You nodded, slightly offended by his shock, but not commenting on it. He leaned further across the island. “What do you do?”

You shrugged.

“I lie.”

He looked completely flabbergasted at this, mouth agape.

“Ain’t she one of your best mates?” He asked, his voice a whisper. The look on his face was priceless, with his wide eyes, and you wish you could’ve taken a photo. “And you just lie to her? Just like that?” You leaned forward and grabbed a cup from the pile before grabbing one of the bottles of alcohol.

“Not anything crazy,” You said casually as you poured. “I just tell her that I’m already seeing someone, and that I’m not interested in dating more than one person at a time.” Sliding the vodka back to the middle of the island, you grabbed a mixer. “I just have to change it up at times so that she doesn’t ask why she hasn’t met the person. Nothing crazy.” He watched you with an intense stare as you finished pouring your drink and took a sip.

“And you don’t feel bad about it at all?” He asked.

“Sometimes,” You admit, staring at the ring of the cup so you didn’t have to look at him. “I just don’t want to go on any more blind dates. And she’s so hard to say no to, as you are aware.” He nodded, jabbing his finger in your direction.

“You get me.”

The back door burst open at that moment, and in walked Keeley. Her cheeks were bright pink, much like the top she was wearing, and when she spotted Jamie, her eyes widened.

“I’ve been looking for you!” She exclaimed happily, making her way towards him. Jamie stood up straighter, his face tense. She looked over at you, a sway in her body when she turned. “Babes, would it be okay if I talked to Jamie alone?” From over her shoulder, Jamie shook his head violently, giving you any and every gesture that would suggest he did not want you to leave. You smiled sweetly at her.

“Of course, toots.”

When she turned to face Jamie, her back now to you, his eyes sent a glare in your direction, complete betrayal riddled on his face. As you backed up towards the door, you sent him a sweet smile before turning and rushing out.

Sitting in one of the chairs was Roy Kent with a beer in one hand. He sat as stiff as ever. Walking over with your drink, you sat down in the seat next to him.

“Hiya, ugly.”

He grunted in response as you took a sip from your drink. Sam, Isaac, Colin, Dani, Bumbercatch, and Richard were kicking the football around the giant backyard just beyond the patio where you and Roy were sat. You watched them, your eyes following the ball. They weren’t doing anything serious, just showing off some advanced moves that were hard to work into a game.

“Did you see Jamie while inside?” Roy asked, glancing at you. “Saw the prick once since gettin’ here, then he disappeared.” You didn’t take your eyes off the football talent show going on in front of you when you responded.

“He’s talking to Keeley in the kitchen,” You told him. He grunted again, nodding.

“Talkin’ about what?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t stay to listen, although he did mention that she’s been trying to play matchmaker for him. So maybe about that.” Richard tripped Colin intentionally, the players all letting out an ensemble of laughter. Even Colin, from his place in the grass, was laughing along with them. You couldn’t hide your smile, even with Roy staring at the side of your head.

“Since when do you talk to Tartt?” He asked. The drink in your hand had been at your lips, but the sip was never taken. You looked over at him.

“We were in the kitchen together while I made a drink,” You explained, casually. “Got to talking. Not about anything serious though.”

“About what then?”

“You’re fucking nosey today, aren’t you?” You looked at him, finally breaking away from the game, with a scrunched up face. “I thought you liked Jamie now. What’s your deal?” He raised his hands defensively.

“You’ve never talked to him before.” He let his hands drop again. The football was kicked in your direction, but you ignored it, giving your attention to Roy. “Except when he’s hurt on the pitch. Just weird, innit?”

It was weird, now that he was pointing it out to you. You had been the primary paramedic for AFC Richmond for a few years at this point, having proceeded even Jamie’s time on the team. During your tenure, you had become close to Roy Kent. He was still just a player when you came around, meaning you saw him often for his many knee issues and injuries, and he had become a sort of big brother figure to you.

When Jamie joined the team initially, he was easy to avoid due to the fact that he was a huge prick. And while you acknowledged his turn around when he rejoined after the Lust Conquers All stint, the opportunity simply never arose for the two of you to become closer. It wasn’t hate though. When he got injured and needed your help, he was always kind, the two of you occasionally even joking around when you wrapped his foot or iced his knee. But never more. It was simply a mutual respect for what the other did.

“Oi!” Isaac yelling brought you back to reality. You looked over to see him pointing in your direction. “Throw us the ball!”

Following his finger, you saw him pointing towards the football, which was now conveniently parked next to the seat you inhabited.

“Wouldn’t it have been faster for you to get it instead of waiting for us to stop talkin’?” Roy asked. The players all muttered amongst themselves, unsure of what to say.

“This ball?” You asked innocently, pointing at the black and red coloured ball. They all nodded. You stood, slowly approaching the ball and dribbling it towards the field. They all watched you closely. “You’ll have to get it from me first!”

Suddenly, you took off, kicking the ball around the yard as they began to chase you. You squealed as you ran, the alcohol making you feel lighter. Your football moves were nothing compared to theirs, but you were giving it your best go. A pair of arms wrapped around you, yanking you away from the runaway ball. The sound of joyful laughter gave away your kidnapper immediately.

“Looks like I got you!” Dani Rojas yelled proudly as he hoisted you over his shoulder and marched you around the yard. You laughed loudly, hitting your hands lightly against the small of his back.

Life was lovely. You loved your job, and your coworkers, with all of your heart. Moments like these happened all too often. Blissful.

“ARE YOU FUCKING JOKIN’?”

Everything froze. Dani came to a halt, dropping you to your feet. All eyes were staring at the back door, where the voice had just easily yelled over the music and voices from the other side. It felt like everything had gone quiet. Instinct made you start moving, almost reaching the door when it opened rather quickly, and Jamie came out. His eyes were wide as he stared at you. If the good mood hadn’t already been ruined, the look on his face finished the job.

“What-” He approached so fast that your words evaporated off your tongue.

“I panicked,” He whispered so no one else could hear. This made your heart jump into your throat. He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

Before you had the time to even open your mouth, your name was being yelled from inside and then, Keeley Jones came storming out of the house. The jovial attitude she held before was gone, and was replaced with intense anger and confusion. In turn, you were filled with immense confusion as well. When she spoke, it could all be heard in her voice.

“You and Jamie are together and you didn’t fuckin’ tell me?”

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #tedlassosource #ted lasso fanfiction

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muffinsin · 1 month

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Also if it's not too much trouble, here's a request for whenever you can get to it ^^

Could you please write some more Daniela x werewolf gf (a/b/o)? Dani keeping them around and having them on a collar + leash 👀 Also loved all the licking from the first one so that would be appreciated as well. Thanks!

- simp anon

Hell yeah, some more Dani content! Let’s get into it :)! I’m not sure what other werewolf gf HCs I wrote, but I’d guess it’s somewhere in the masterlists if I wrote it, seeing as you mentioned a first post, hon🙌

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You’re her precious little puppy, as she likes to playfully call you

Sometimes, your name is upgraded to her “big, scary wolf”. At other times, you’re simply her “pretty pup”

The way she went about courting you was- quite her style, simply put

She stumbled upon you in the forests outside the castle, injured, yet having slain yourself a deer

She watches for a while, her golden eyes flittering across your fur and large body stature

She knows, without doubt, you’re a werewolf. No varcaloc is built this way, and no lycan looks this pretty

As she watches you transform back into your human form as the sun rises, she nearly gasps in excitement

Daniela knows: she must have you

And have you, she did, and does

Dragged off to live at the castle, things could’ve gone a lot worse for you. Alas, you’re living comfortably

Kept mainly in her room, you somehow serve as her pet, you feel

Still, she appreciates you as both, the beast- as she likes to affectionately call your beastly form- and the human

From the first day of waking up in her room until today, you are made to wear a collar. A beautiful, burgundy one, with a dark green gemstone embedded at the front that so clearly marks you as hers

You have learned, especially in your early days at the castle, that there is no taking it off should she not permit it

And really, in time, you don’t see a reason to take it off

It’s a comfortable weight against your throat, and serves as a beautiful reminder that you are wholly hers

When transformed, you are to wear a larger, thicker collar, that usually comes with a leash that is attached when she is with you

Often, she insists on picnics out in the forest, and usually, you are made to carry the wooden basket by the handle in your mouth, your sharp teeth digging into it and a snarl, then a whimper, coming from you whenever the leash is tugged just slightly too hard

While being a rather playful predator, more entertained by toying with her prey than actually capturing it right away, she likes to take you on hunts with her

And really? You enjoy it immensely

Her sweet, loud giggle as she shows you off as hers, the big, bad werewolf appearance that never fails to pull a fearful expression from her prey

Sometimes, she demands you chase after the poor fools

At other times, she merely laughs, blows you a kiss, and excitedly swarms after them

In winter, she likes to warm up by sleeping on top or below you

Usually, this means curling up in your werewolf form in front of the fireplace and feeling her colder body curl up and cuddle into your fur, or curling up on top of her in your humane shape, your nose gently pressing into her neck as you sleep and share her bed

In the beginning, you were granted only a few pillows on the floor next to her bed

Nowadays, she usually allows you to sleep cuddled up or at the foot of her bed, surrounded by her scent and pillows

She likes to give you pats and scratches, whether you are transformed or not

Daniela enjoys doing this especially around your neck, ears, head and shoulders

In return, she likes when you kiss or lick down her neck and stomach

A secret desire of hers is to have you demonstrate your strength

Whether this is during hunts or at random doesn’t matter to her, yet it has her swoon every time

To have someone this powerful and strong; yet not compare to her own strength

Still, she relishes in the feeling of your strong arms when you help her out the tub or pick her up in the mornings

Often, she will outright ask you to lift her

At other times, she likes to let herself fall down into your arms. She knows you will catch her, after all

And at other times, Daniela will merely grow quiet and blush as you pick her up at random and she attempts to cool her warm face with her cold hands

During the day, she likes to take you hunting, cuddle together, kiss and share meals, tend to hobbies, or read stories either together, or have her read to you

During meals, your position varies based on your form

As a human, you are allowed to sit at the table, next to her, your leash tied around the table leg, your chair close to hers

When transformed, you are made to sit by her feet, sat on the floor, eating from a plate or bowl, collared and your leash held tightly in her unoccupied hand

Sometimes, she shoots you a loving smile and slips some more meat off her plate and onto yours

She insists, you look adorable, looking up at her in this form, she can’t help but slip you more food even as Alcina scolds her for it

When tending to hobbies, she likes to share all of hers with you, and indulge in yours

She likes to spend time with you as you tend to yours, or parallel play and focus on her in the meantime

In cases of tending to the garden, she often asks you to help her out in winter, when she stands longingly at the window, yet her heart swoons as she watches you remove the weeds for her and plant flowers when she can’t

And lastly, as it comes to reading, the loves nothing more than to cuddle up in your fur, warm and soft, and read to you

Usually, she lets you choose what story and book she picks up, should she not be in the mood for something specific already

In the end, both of you know, you’re hers, and she is yours

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #beta reader bc undefined #simp anon #this has been in my inbox for…ages

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sereneres · 10 months

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newjeans’ sunshine…z? ³

newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.7k

summary. — newjeans has two rays of sunshines – one of them is obviously danielle, and the other one is less obviously you.

warnings. — you do not appear / hanni makes a short appearance but goes away after being bullied

“so what do you and yn-unnie have in common?”

danielle frowns, her arms crossed as she stared contemplatively at the table. “uh…”

“that’s the problem, hyein.” haerin said, sighing as she mindlessly shook her glass filled with juice as though it were filled with wine. “they don’t have much in common to begin with.”

“we do, though. we’ve both modeled as kids, we really like dogs…” danielle said, but upon noticing the somewhat sour look on haerin’s face, hastily added, “and animals in general. we both really like animals…”

“that’s not a lot to go off of though.” hyein said, also frowning. “maybe we could do something based on your looks? y’know, like how you and minji-unnie are ‘husseyz’ ‘cuz you both look like olivia hussey–”

“i still don’t see it.” haerin muttered.

“– and hanni-unnie and haerin-unnie are ‘kittyz’ because they both look like cats.” hyein continued, blatantly ignoring haerin’s interruption.

“that could work,” danielle murmured thoughtfully, “but–”

“they look nothing alike.” haerin said, crossing her arms with an exasperated look on her face. “and they both don’t look like anything in particular, so that obviously won’t work.”

the oldest of the three girls sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i never thought coming up with ship names would be this hard, but here we are, struggling to come up with–”

“i’m back!” hanni called loudly, the sound of the front door shutting closed behind her echoing throughout the dorm. “man, i’m so ready to just flop into bed and never wake up…”

“where’s minji-unnie and yn-unnie?” hyein asked, turning around in her seat to face the older girl. “didn’t they go with you?”

“they went to the convenience store.” hanni responded as she kicked her shoes off her feet and into the shoe rack carelessly, causing a pair of what looked to be your black flats to fall out. “oh, oops…”

“aren’t those yn-unnie’s?” haerin asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer to her own question. “i heard those were reaallly expensive.”

“oh f–”

“don’t worry, hanni-unnie.” danielle hastily said, cutting the girl off before she could say something she would regret. “i doubt ynnie will care too much about a scratch on her shoes.”

“they do realize i know what fuck is, right?” hyein whispered to haerin, who shrugged and continued to drink her apple juice.

“either way, none of you better say anything to her.” hanni said, pointing at each one of them and looking at them in the eyes. “especially you, haerin.”

“okay.”

“hanni-unnie, what do you think dani-unnie and yn-unnie’s ship name should be?” the youngest of the four girls asked, frowning. “we’ve been coming up with other names pretty quickly, but when it comes to yn-unnie, we always get stuck.”

“…what about ‘sunz’?” hanni suggested after a moment of silence.

“‘sunz’?” haerin repeated, tilting her head at the older girl. “why ‘sunz’?”

“‘cuz they’re both hot.” the aussie said, winking and making finger guns at the three younger girls. “get it? ‘cuz, y’know, the sun is hot?”

“…”

“…didn’t you make that joke during that one photoshoot?” hyein asked. “are you recycling your jokes now, hanni-unnie?”

“y’know what, i’m not going to stand for this lack of appreciation. i’m going to go to my room–”

“our room.” haerin corrected, prompting hanni to roll her eyes.

“i’m going to go to my room and stay there until someone who actually appreciates my jokes comes and forces me to come out.” the aussie huffed before turning around dramatically and marching to her room.

“…moving on, ‘sunz’ isn’t that bad of an idea.” hyein said enthusiastically. “think about it. dani-unnie is like the literal sun of the group and yn-unnie always cheers us up whenever we’re down!”

“‘suuuunzzzzss’…” haerin repeated, dragging the word out to the point where she was basically hissing. “no, it doesn’t sound right.”

“and ‘catnipz’ does?”

“what about ‘sunshinez’?” danielle interrupted, stopping the argument between the two younger girls before it could even begin. “that’s cute, right?”

“‘sunshinez’…” hyein murmured before nodding. “it sounds great, unnie.”

“why do we always have to add a z at the end?” haerin asked as she frowned. “why can’t it be just like… i don’t know, ‘sunshines’ with an s?”

hyein rolls her eyes. “because that’s boring?”

“…sure.”

“what do you mean, ‘sure’? i’m right!”

“sure, hyein. sure.”

“don’t just say ‘sure’!”

“sure.”

previous. / pairz. / next.

#sereneres #seren.writes #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #kpop x reader #danielle x reader #haerin x reader #hyein x reader #⊹#nwjns.yn

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schrodingers-deadbitch · 1 year

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Half A Corpse

Chapter One

The soft hum of the radio filled the silent car ride, the four bodies inside somewhat anticipating what was to come. It had been a couple of days since they had left the ruins of Amity and were making their way to their new home in Gotham.

If any of them had their own way they would have stayed in Amity and mourned what they had lost. Every Amity Parker would have, even Dan. But with some prompting from none other than Clockwork, they all made their way to their new homes. Where was that? Wherever their hearts took them.

Most, like the Nightingale's, left for Gotham. Others, Metropolis. Some strayed from the trend and moved to places like Central City or even far into the countryside. But it was as Clockwork said, and they went where their hearts took them.

“This place smells of death.”

Jazz couldn't tell if her sister was complaining or not but she wouldn't blame her if she were.

“Haven't you been to Gotham before?” She asked, her eyes drifting upwards to the rear view mirror to look at Dani, only to see her sitting upside down. “Also if you keep that up I'll be the one going to jail not you.”

“It was actually the first place I went because I thought it was interesting,” She said while shifting herself into an upright position “but I could sense that it was someone's haunt so I didn't intrude.”

“Good thing you didn't. She doesn't have the ability to deal with many of the issues within her city but Lady Gotham is a powerful spirit nonetheless, and doesn't do well with outside ghosts.” Dan stated, putting down his book to give his full attention to his little sister.

“Well if that's the case why did she let us in?”

“Because Clockwork and I asked very nicely.” Danny yawned at her. He was still waking up from his nap. He was very, very tired.

Dani didn't ask any more questions. She was already off of that topic and was now observing the city around her. She was completely enamored. Fascinated by how well both the modern and gothic architecture complemented each other. To her (and probably everyone else in the car);

“It gives dark academia vibes, ya know! Just modern. And with lots of crime.” Her voice filled with awe and wonder.

“Excusing the fact that you've been on the internet too much as of late, it would have been better if there was a little more sunlight.”

They all couldn't have agreed more. True to every Gothamite's words, the sun did not shine in Gotham. And with all the smog, probably never will.

From there on the car ride was filled with convocation. Everyone had something to say about their new city. Their new home.

***

Danny never thought that he would be having a conversation with Sam about what it meant to be low-key but here he was.

“Yeah, I know you said that you wanted something low-key but there was no way I was going to let you guys live in some shabby apartment. So I bought a place and renovated it for you guys.”

Danny rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on. “Yeah okay I thank you for that. But what's the cafe, book shoppy thing down bottom huh?”

“Well you guys said that you wanted to be self-sufficient.” Sam stated as if that would answer his question. Based on pure context alone it did.

"Sam, you know we literally live in a place called Crime. Alley. Right? I know we border the Narrows but that's not the point.”

She sighed. “You guys refused my help because you said it would ‘feel like using me’, “ Danny could just hear the air quotes from over the line, “but let's face it! Jazz is doing college full time and you and Dani will be going to school. The only person left to work in Dan. And no offense to him but he looks shady AF.”

A shout came from the other side of the house informing them that no offense was taken.

“Anyways,” she continued “Dan looks hella shady. And from what I can tell, no one's gonna hire a shady person. Especially if they come from Crime Alley or the Narrows. The only work he would probably get is from a shady garage or joining a gang and doing straight up crime.”

Danny sighed and shook his head, plopping himself into one of the beanbag chairs Sam furnished the house with. She had a point and she was also painting a clear image in his head about how that would work out.

“Besides, I set up a protection circle after renovations were finished and I've gotta say it's the best work I've done yet.”

He could feel Sam's pride through the phone. She was probably puffing up her chest like a peacock.

“Yeah I felt it coming in. I don't know shit about magic but I could tell that it was pretty good. What does it do again?”

The next hour was filled with endless chatter between the two. It became even longer once Tucker joined the conversation.

Jazz couldn't help but watch her little brother talk so animatedly with his friends. He just looked so happy. Like everything that had happened to them didn't even happen. It was kinda unnerving. What she was seeing here, the happy go lucky boy she saw in the orphanage all those years ago, and what she saw a couple back just wasn't adding up. That couldn't have been her brother. It couldn't. But it was.

Her breathing was becoming ragged as she started to shake. She sighed in relief feeling the presence of Dan beside her.

“He's going to remember, you know.” He said, handing her a cup of jasmine tea. She took it gratefully and Dan continued. “Clockwork said that the seals would break eventually-”

“He also said that he needed a trigger.” She snapped at him. After a moment of realization she apologized. He continued.

“CW doesn't do anything uncalculated Jazz I just want you to know that.”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked, her voice quivering a bit.

“He had a whole life before he met you, Jazz. One he doesn't remember. That should say something sis.”

He walked away before she could say anything else.

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gleesongtournament · 1 year

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Glee Song Tournament Redemption Round

#glee #glee song tournament #glee polls #holly holiday #dani #santana lopez #dantana #gwyneth paltrow #demi lovato #naya rivera #song: do you wanna touch me #song: here comes the sun #season 2 #2x15 #episode: sexy #season 5 #5x02 #episode: tina in the sky with diamonds #redemption round

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d4yd4iry · 8 months

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Girls

Pairings: Danielle Marsh x fem!reader

Synopsis : Under peer pressure, Danielle Marsh agreed to go to prom with her secret lover's twin brother

Genre: High school au, secret lovers…

Danielle Marsh had always known that she liked girls more than boys.

Her feelings for you started to appear in 3rd grade. Danielle thought that you were the prettiest girl she’d ever laid eyes on.

“Dani, let’s play family!” You exclaimed before pulling the Australian to the playground. “Okay Ynnie!” She found herself agreeing with whatever you want her to do.

“Hmm, I want to be the mom!” You claimed your role being looking at the five other girls. “And Hyeinnie, you can be the baby because you’re the youngest!”

“If Hyein is the baby then I want to be the rich auntie!” Hanni was next to claim her role, grabbing the youngest by her shoulders before ruffling her hair. “Stop it unnie!” Hyein slapped her hands away.

“I want to be the other auntie! Haerin, you can be my cat!” Minji smiled widely and pulled Haerin to her side before the younger one could protest. “I’m not a cat tho…” Haerin whined softly.

“Dani, what do you want to be?” You asked her softly, awaiting for her answer.

Danielle pondered for a moment, before looking back at you with a bright smile that could rival the sun. “I want to be your wife!”

“Okay!”

Back in the days, everyone was carefree. No one cared if a little girl wanted to play a married couple with another girl.

But before and now is very different. Danielle had told a classmate that she likes girls back in 8th grade and they looked at her weird.

She felt upset, but quickly said that it was a joke when it wasn’t. That was when she started to pretend that she doesn’t like girls like that.

[Senior Year Of High School]

Danielle was getting ready for school when she heard a sound coming from outside of her window. She looked outside of her window and into yours.

There you were, as beautiful as ever. Danielle could describe you as someone with a pretty face that matches your pretty personality, with pretty lips that she kisses behind closed doors when no one’s looking.

“Dani! Do you want a ride? My older brother agreed to lend me his motorcycle!” You shouted from your window.

Your houses were next to each other since your parents are best friends and wanted to be neighbors too.

She nodded excitedly before shouting back. “Yes, I do! I’ll be over in a bit, just let me get ready first!” You gave her a thumbs up before disappearing from her point of view.

She left her house before walking to face you. Her breath hitched at the sight of you wearing a leather jacket, with your body leaning on the motorcycle.

You looked mesmerizing.

“About time you’re done princesses.” You teased her before handing her an extra helmet. “Here you go.”

“Thanks!” She looked around to see if anyone was looking before giving you a kiss to the cheek. After that, Danielle went on the motorcycle and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Alright, hold onto me or you’ll fly away!” You joked before turning on the engine and speeding away.

The ride with you felt like freedom, free from all the pressure that her parents have been putting on her to be the top student of the school.

“Isn’t it beautiful?!” You shouted as you were on a speedy highway, the wind blowing your hair to the back. Danielle placed her chin on top of your shoulder to admire the view in front. “Yeah it is, but not as beautiful as you though!”

You giggled. “Danielle Marsh, you are such a flirt!” before speeding past the cars around you.

“I should convince my brother to lend me this baby more often.” You say as the two of you arrived at the parking lot.

“Yeah! It was fun if we ignore the part when you nearly crushed into a car.” That time, you were trying to look back at Danielle, luckily she notice just in time or else you’ll both be in the hospital by now.

“Come on, princess! That car came out of no where!” You protested but Danielle could only laugh, though her stomach flutters at the use of the nickname you’ve given her since the first time you two had a thing going on. “Yeah sure, whatever you say.”

“You’re mean!” Danielle felt a soft punch on her shoulder, she placed her hands on that exact place, looking offended. “How dare you! Come back here, Park Yn!”

Danielle chased after you non stop, well until she reached the hallways where she got stopped by someone.

“Hey, Danielle!” Park Jihyun, the school’s best basketball player approached her, also the guy she have been rejecting for 2 years straight. “Uh, Hi?” She was a bit annoyed by the interruption as she still wanted to chase after you.

“I really like you, would you like to go on a date sometimes?” The poor guy looked so confident, she almost felt bad.

“Sorry, Jihyun but I’m not looking for anything right now.” She replied awkwardly but it was true, she wasn’t looking for anything but she was looking for someone, you.

“Uh it’s fine, I know I’ll get you to change your mind one day!” His face and voice still filled with confidence.

“Ahem!” Comes a voice besides her, it was you.

“Hey, little brother you’re not asking my best friend out, are you?” You gave Jihyun a teasing smile as you placed your arm around his shoulder, before looking back at Danielle.

She felt a little bitter when you called her your best friend, girlfriend is what she should’ve been called.

“We’re the same age you know? I’m like only an hour younger!” Park Jihyun exclaimed and turned to leave but not before winking at Danielle. “You’ll say yes one day!”

“He’s so annoying, I should’ve ate him when we were still in my mom’s stomach!” Danielle laughed at your antics before intertwining her hands with yours. “Let’s go to class before Ms.Lee actually eats us alive.”

“Danielle! I heard that Jihyun is going to ask you to be his partner for prom!” Hanni who sat right next to her informed. “Will you say yes?”

“I was hoping he won’t! And no way, not in a million years.” Danielle replied before closing the book that she have been reading.

“Come on Danielle, you too would look so good together!” Said by of her classmates who sat in front of her.

She shook her head in denial. There’s no way that she’ll accept him, ever!

“We all know you like him back! Stop playing hard to get!” One of the most annoying gossiper teased her.

Okay, who is we? Because Danielle would like to have a word with them.

Everything they said started to get on her nerves, but of course you came in to save her day, as always.

“Why would Dani want to go with my idiot playboy brother, he doesn’t deserve her.” You chuckled before placing your palm on her shoulder. “Right, Dani?” She nodded, earning a satisfying look on your face.

He doesn’t deserve me, but you do.

This was not how she planned the day to be. Danielle was preparing her books to put in her lockers, when she was interrupted by an annoying voice she grew to hate.

There he was, Park Jihyun in all his glory. He asked her to go to prom with him.

Nearly all of the students in the school was watching them and chanting for her to accept his proposal. You were there.

Everything was overwhelming and she said yes due to peer pressure. An action she regretted immediately after seeing your hurt face.

Everything started to get rocky after that day. You wouldn’t look her in the face and would only give her short relies.

She could hope that prom comes faster so it could all be over. She missed the kisses that you two shared in secret.

“Do I really have to go?” Danielle whined as he mom was helping her zip up her dress. “Of course you have to Danielle! Jihyun is a nice boy, I’m glad you said yes to him!”

Yeah, because everyone was shouting at me to say yes, is what she wanted to say but instead, Danielle kept her mouth shut.

Her eyes lingers to the view of your bedroom, your lights was turned on and she could see that you were doing something on your computer.

If only she hadn’t say yes. Danielle felt horrible, but she couldn’t just not go after agreeing to go with Jihyun.

“Danielle, Jihyun’s here!” Her dad announced. Well there’s no turning back now.

It was like any typical Friday night, well except for the fact that there’s a prom party going on at your school that you aren’t going to.

You have been really upset with Danielle lately, often going as far as to ignore her when she tried to talk to you.

You knew it was childish, but how could you not be jealous when the girl you had a thing going on with, decides to go to prom with your twin brother.

Sure, you guys weren’t girlfriends but you weren’t friends either. What friends kiss each other on the lips.

The ongoing bitterness of the situation and the fact that it was raining outside made it perfect for blasting sad songs to cry to, no one was home and you could do whatever you wanted.

“Stupid Jihyun.” You muttered bitterly as you scrolled upon your brother’s instagram post. You could see Danielle in the background, mdancing with Minji and Hanni.

She looked so pretty, too pretty that you through your phone away in frustration.

But when you were about to go and pick it up, a rock flew into your window. “What the…” you were startled but then you heard a familiar voice.

It was Danielle’s.

“Yn!!!” She screamed out for you, her whole body trenched in the rain but she still looked jaw dropping.

“Oh my god Danielle! What the hell are you doing here!?”

“Just come down!”

You rushed down the stairs, almost flying due to how fast you were going.

Opening the door, you faced Danielle who looked like she have been standing in the rain for far too long.

“Are you crazy!?” You were extremely worried at the sight of her shivering due to the coldness. You quickly pulled her into the house and led her to your bedroom without giving her a chance to talk.

Danielle giggled as you were running around your room trying to find something comfortable for her to wear. Soon after, she was wrapped with 4 blankets.

“Explain.” You looked at her seriously as you sat on the chair in front of Danielle.

“Yn, I’m really sorry for agreeing to go to prom with Jihyun. I swear it wasn’t because I wanted to, but because everyone was screaming at me to agree and I really do regret it!” She rambled on without missing a beat.

“And I felt even worse when you ignored me. Prom is only without you with me. I’m sorry for everything! And I miss you, I miss us!”

You couldn’t help but stare at her lips as she rambled on about how sorry she was. “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Danielle froze for a second, obviously not expecting to hear the words that are coming out of your mouth.

“I said, can I kiss you?” You cupped her face with your hands, looking at her intensively. Danielle was lost in your eyes as she muttered a quiet yes.

Her heart races as you softly pressed your lips onto hers, she wraps her arms around your shoulders.

Your lips moved in harmony, it was sweet and loving. Danielle found herself wanting more when you pulled away.

“I’m sorry for being so immature, and not letting you explain yourself.” You felt extremely bad after all your bitterness have been washed away by the kiss.

“Yn…” she smiled at you warmly. “Give me another kiss.”

In the end, the two of you laid on your bed, arms armed around each other tightly as you were both in deep slumber, not a care in the world.

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queenshelby · 3 months

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The Director (Part Four)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

After saying goodbye, Cillian made his way back to the hotel where you were staying to quickly shower and get changed and, just as he emerged from the bathroom, he noticed that he had three missed calls from his wife Danielle.

As their relationship had been strained of late, he knew he had to call her back, but he dreaded beginning the conversation.

Nervously, he took a deep breath before pressing the green button on his phone.

"Hey," he said, as soon as his wife answered and, immediately, she asked him why he did not answer the phone when she called.

"I was in the shower," Cillian sighed before telling her about his busy schedule on set, but Danielle appeared somewhat irritated by the lack of correspondence on his part of late.

"You could at least make an effort to communicate with me while you are away filming," she told him, her voice breaking a little. "I am so sick of me having to work around your schedule all the time," her voice rose and he could hear her sigh deeply.

"Dani, I am sorry, but with my work there needs to be flexibility and you know that," he tried to reason with her.

Since the very beginning, Cillian's career demands had resulted in schedules that changed frequently and, unfortunately, this began affecting their marriage.

Lately, there was less communication between the both of them and it felt as though they were living separate lives especially since, just two years ago, when Cillian was away filming, Danielle had cheated on him with no other than his best friend at the time.

This indiscretion had only come to light after the dust had settled and it took a heavy toll on their ability to reconnect intimately.

Ever since then, they had both struggled to revive the zest of their earlier days together, a time when they could effortlessly laugh, banter, and share secrets until the sun came up.

Yet, somehow, it seemed like the fractures that had riddled their relationship became increasingly hard to ignore, and they grew further apart.

With both his children being older now and one of them having moved out to live abroad, he couldn't help but question whether the time they had left as a couple was being wasted and, before long, he found himself at a crossroads: should he maintain the status quo, or would he allow himself the freedom to explore new horizons available to him, even if just in his mind?

While he was contemplating these questions, his thoughts repeatedly circled back to the connection that he had formed with you on set.

He marveled at your strength and intelligence, struck by your blunt honesty and love for the art of filmmaking as the very qualities that he found so wildly attractive in you.

And of course, he felt guilty for even entertaining such thoughts about another woman; he was, after all, a married man.

"Cillian, are you there?" his wife's voice broke through the silence, pulling him back to the present.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about work. I promise to communicate more with you from now on, okay?" he said, hoping that this would alleviate some of her frustrations.

"Okay, I'll hold you to that," she replied, sounding slightly mollified. "And, by the way, you should fire this assistant of yours. She really gets on my nerves," Danielle said, sighing heavily before continuing. "Every time she takes my calls, she is sounding rather annoyed, and I still think that she's got the hots for you," she added, her voice skipping between annoyance and an unspoken jealousy.

"Oh god, here we go again," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as his wife's insecurities drifted back into the conversation. "She is not interested in me and, even if she was, I am not the unfaithful one here," he told his wife, thinking back to her affair with a man he had trusted for years.

Sighing deeply, he added, "Look, I've got to go now," cutting the conversation short before the anger within him boiled over.

"I'll call you tomorrow," he promised, already dreading the conversation to come after his wife had time to reconsider her actions and accusations, all of which left him feeling emotionally exhausted.

With the stark reality of his crumbling marriage now believing, Cillian changed into a pair of dark jeans and a grey sweater before making his way downstairs to the hotel lobby where he was to meet Emily, Robert and Y/N.

Emily had booked a restaurant nearby, one that was small and somewhat private so that all of them could avoid unwanted attention.

"Sorry I am late," he told you and the others when, finally, he arrived at 7.30pm and Emily gave him a quick friendly hug before leading him towards the table.

"At least you made it," Emily said gently in reply, casting a knowing glance at you before Cillian sat down besides you.

You were sitting next to Cillian, your knees practically brushing against one another while his presence and touch somehow still lingered in your soul, triggering a longing for something that you couldn't quite understand.

Fumbling with the sleeves of your shirt, you again tried to hide your scars from him as you were unbearably self-conscious about your appearance and whilst Cillian noticed your slight discomfort, he was polite enough not to say anything.

Instead, he asked you about your family, revealing tidbits of his own life in the process. You told Cillian about your two children and a soft smile played at the corners of his inviting lips as he listened attentively to you, and you watched as he tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a beat in his heart that perfectly mirrored the dynamic energy of the conversation between you both.

Cillian, in turn, told you about his daughter who was 16 and his son who was 19. He also talked about his wife, Danielle, but there was a certain hesitance in his voice as he described their relationship.

The night went on, and you found yourselves becoming increasingly immersed in conversation, discussing not only your lives but also your passions and interests.

Cillian joked and laughed, making witty comments that would have you chuckling softly, while Emily and Robert could not help but notice your connection.

For a moment, you could forget the stress and troubles that plagued by life, feeling alive and free in a way that you had not experienced in a long time.

For that moment, the world seemed like a perfect place, and everything about this night felt just right.

In the end though, Cillian had to call it day as his first scene tomorrow was scheduled for 5 o'clock in the morning.

"I suppose I should hit the hay," he said to you and the others as he glanced at his watch and drained his glass.

"Oh come on, Cill! It's still early!" Emily protested with a pout, but Cillian shook his head.

"I have to be up at four," he reminded her. "And I need at least a few hours of sleep before that," he then told her honestly, hiding a yawn behind his hand which was causing you to giggle.

"I suppose I should head back too. I have to be up at 4 as well," you agreed, feeling a slight disappointment that the night was coming to an end.

Cillian hesitated for a moment before standing up, causing you to avert your eyes from gazing any further into the deep blue ocean that was his eyes.

"Should we walk back together then?" Cillian asked, his gaze holding yours for just a moment too long, and you felt a flutter in your chest.

"Sure," you finally said, smiling at everyone before standing up.

As you left the restaurant, Cillian matched your pace and chatted casually about the movie set and the previous scene they had worked on. Every now and then, you would laugh, and, in those moments, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

But you knew that wasn't true. You were acutely aware of each passerby, each car that drove past you, each potential witness to the chemistry between you and Cillian.

"I usually hate going out after work, but I had a lot of fun tonight," Cillian suddenly admitted as you reached the lobby of your hotel, interrupting the thoughts that had invaded your mind.

"Me too," you replied truthfully, a warmth spreading in your cheeks. "It's nice to socialize now and then I guess," you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian smiled, his eyes brightening with excitement as he spoke. "We should definitely do this again sometime," he suggested, his tone casual but his gaze steady. You nodded, completely captivated by the actor's presence.

There was an undeniable pull between the two of you and although you were aware of the risks involved, you couldn't shake off the connection that had formed between the two of you.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Cillian said, his voice deep and husky as he looked at you with an intensity that stole your breath away.

"Goodnight, Cillian," you replied, feeling a strange mix of excitement and guilt as you turned to leave.

As you entered the safety of your hotel room, your mind was racing. You couldn't stop thinking about Cillian and the way he made you feel alive.

Despite your marriage to James, you couldn't deny the attraction between you and Cillian.

You had never felt this way before, at least not since the early days of your relationship with James.

Your mind was in turmoil as you tried to make sense of these conflicting emotions. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something deeper at play? Was it worth risking your marriage and family for this fleeting desire? You didn't have the answers to any of these questions, but one thing was clear: you couldn't ignore the feelings that had surfaced.

The following two days on set were uneventful and, unfortunately for you, your interactions with Cillian were limited as you were tasked to film scenes with Robert instead.

Every time you passed him by, he would flash you a warm smile that would light up your insides, and sometimes, your heart would skip a beat when his eyes would meet yours for just a moment too long.

On day six, you finally found yourself on set with Cillian again, and there was an undeniable tension that hung in the air between the two of you, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

You spent the whole day directing him, seemingly lost in his charismatic blue eyes, while he seemed to have only eyes for you. At one point, you had to ask him to put on a prop hat for a scene, and you couldn't stop yourself from letting your fingers linger on his forehead just for a moment longer than necessary.

Cillian's eyes widened slightly at your touch, but he didn't say anything.

Just a simple smile, a brushing of hands, a linger of stares and this continued all day until, eventually, after 14 hours, you were finished filming for the day and Cillian asked you whether you would like to grab a bite to eat.

"I, uhm, yeah," you agreed hesitantly, already knowing that this was a step closer to the slippery slope that both of you had been treading on for a while.

"But maybe we could get take away or something and eat it up at the room because I am pretty tired," you admitted softly, hoping that he would understand that you weren't pushing him away but rather, you simply needed to rest.

Cillian nodded in response, understanding your sentiments perfectly.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he said, a curve at his lips as he smiled. "We could just hang out at your room and order some food from the restaurant downstairs, unless you think that's weird," Cillian trailed off, leaving the last part open-ended as if giving you an option to change your mind.

"No, no. That sounds perfect," you assured him, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

"Grand," Cillian nodded, his smile representing his relief.

"See you at your room at about 7 then?" he asked, and you nodded nervously before finishing up on set and making your way to the hotel room that you had been staying in for the past week.

As you stepped into your room, you couldn't shake off the sense of apprehension gnawing at the pit of your stomach. Your mind was in turmoil, battling between your sense of loyalty to James and the undeniable attraction you felt for Cillian.

You paced back and forth in your hotel room, trying to sort through your conflicting emotions.

The sound of incoming messages pinged on your phone, and you picked it up, hoping it would distract you from the thoughts plaguing your mind. It was a message from James and, after what he did to you the last night at home, he was the last person you wanted to hear from.

You sighed, knowing that you couldn't ignore him forever though, so you crafted a quick response, assuring him that everything was fine.

After messaging him, you quickly made your way to the bathroom for a shower, letting the hot water wash over your skin as you tried to calm your nerves.

Then, as you stepped out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

Your hair was damp and unsettled, your bruises and scars visible, and your usually bright eyes looked tired and worried.

"Everything will be fine," you told yourself, but your reflection didn't look convinced. "It's literally just dinner and socializing. Nothing more," you whispered to yourself, trying to convince your reflection. But as you looked into your own eyes, you saw the doubt and uncertainty.

In that moment, time had gotten the better of you and, as you were still standing there in a towel, you heard a knock on the door.

For a brief moment, you stood completely still, unsure of what to do. You were feeling vulnerable, and the idea of opening the door wrapped in nothing more than a towel was a little disconcerting.

But then, as you heard the knocking again, you shook yourself out of your trance to realize that you couldn't possibly leave Cillian waiting outside. So you took a deep breath and quickly walked over to the door, giving the towel a little tug to ensure that it wasn't coming loose.

"Hang on, I am just getting changed," you told him after opening the door a little bit so that he could not see you before hurrying back to the bathroom while, at the same time, yelling out for him to come inside.

The situation was awkward, but you handled it well and, after as little as two minutes, you came back out of the bathroom, dressed in a long sleeve shirt and tracksuit pants.

Cillian was still standing close to the door, a curious expression painted on his face, one that you couldn't quite decipher.

"Everything alright?" he then asked, watching you itch your arm where you had been burned.

His eyes gave away a hint of sympathy, but he didn't mention anything else.

You glanced at him for a moment, realizing how you had caught him looking at your arm. You wondered if he saw the pain behind your eyes, the long nights of reliving the accident.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you said, forcing a smile. "Sorry. just time had gotten the better of me," you explained, and Cillian nodded, taking a step forward to sit down on your bed before noticing a blood stain on your shirt, coming from the wound you were hiding.

The wound had not yet healed properly due to a lack of medical care, and Cillian's eyes darkened with concern.

"Y/N, I was not going to say anything," he began to say, but you interrupted him gently.

"I know, I know," you confessed, absently rubbing your arm before catching yourself and looking away. "I accidently burned myself a few days ago," you lied, trying to pass it off as a minor mishap.

"And I am glad you work behind the camera and not in front of it," he told you jokingly to lighten the mood and you couldn't help but chuckle before he continued in a more serious tone. "Listen, it is none of my business, but I think you need to get this looked at by the medics on set," he said, a faint crease furrowing his brow.

"I can't," you stammered, your heart racing as you avoided his gaze. The thought of revealing the truth about the home situation you were in scared you. You didn't want Cillian or anyone else to pity you or, worse yet, to judge you but he quickly picked up on your cue.

"You should report him Y/N," Cillian said, his voice soft but firm. "No one should have to endure that," he added, anger flashing in his eyes as he placed a gentle hand on to yours.

You were touched by his concern but at the same time, you didn't want to burden him with your problems.

"You don't understand Cillian. I really can't!" you insisted, pulling your hand away from Cillian and standing up from the bed. You couldn't let him get involved in your personal life, as much as you wanted to confide in him.

"But why not?" Cillian asked, confusion etched on his face. "You don't deserve to be treated like that. No one fucking does. It's abuse," Cillian told you.

"I know I do," you whispered, turning away from him. "But it's not that simple."

Cillian sighed before standing up as well, his towering figure casting a long shadow over you.

"Alright, I won't push it," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I am sorry," he told you with a warm smile, taking a step closer to you, close enough for his warmth to caress your skin. "I didn't mean to upset you," he added, concern evident in his voice.

"I know," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, "It's just complicated, and I don't want to talk about it right now."

Cillian furrowed his brow at your words, but he didn't push the issue, understanding that there were some things that one simply couldn't force.

Instead, he changed the subject, steering the conversation towards your shared love of cinema and the project you were working on.

As you talked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Cillian's understanding and acceptance of your situation made you feel seen, heard, and respected – a stark contrast to your own husband's behavior.

As you continued your conversation, the tension between you slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and familiarity.

It was as if you had known each other for years, rather than just days, and you reveled in the feeling.

Cillian's genuine interest in your thoughts and opinions was refreshing, and you found yourself opening up to him in a way that you hadn't with anyone else in a long time. You spoke about your love for storytelling and the power of film to transport and transform audiences.

Cillian listened intently, nodding along and contributing thoughtful insights of his own.

He shared his experiences working with various directors and actors, discussing their different approaches to the craft. You felt a sense of excitement building within you as you connected over your shared passion for film.

As you spoke, Cillian couldn't help but feel drawn to you. There was something about your confidence and intelligence that captivated him. Your vulnerability, too, pulled at his heartstrings, making him want to protect you from whatever was causing you pain.

But Cillian knew he had to tread carefully. He was married and had a family of his own to consider.

Besides, he wasn't the type of man to go after another man's wife, even if that woman seemed to be in need of rescuing.

"It is getting late, and we both have a big day tomorrow," Cillian finally said, glancing at his watch.

"I suppose you're right," you agreed, feeling a twinge of disappointment that your conversation was coming to an end.

As he stood up to leave however, there was an awkward silence that hung in the air between you both.

Cillian hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say goodbye to you without crossing any boundaries.

Sensing his discomfort, you leaned in and gave him a friendly hug, feeling his warmth and strength surround you.

"Thank you," you told him, your voice soft as you stepped back, releasing him from the embrace. "For tonight, I mean and for caring and so on," you stammered nervously, and Cillian smiled, understanding the gravity of your words.

He nodded slowly, moving to open the door, before turning to you one last time. "I'm here if you need me, Y/N," he promised.

And with that, he stepped out into the hallway, leaving you behind in your room, pondering over the gravity of your words and his response.

You locked the door behind him and leaned against it, letting out a deep breath. Your thoughts were racing. You were playing back the entire evening, analyzing every little detail, not knowing what all these emotions you experienced meant.

It had been a long time since you've opened your heart and soul to someone other than your family. Cillian Murphy had this certain charm that lured you in, and you didn't want to resist it.

To be continued...

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Just Jamie

Jamie Tartt x gn!reader

Request: “I dream of you. All I do is dream of you.”

A/N: omg theo actually wrote something? i hope the anon who requested this likes it, I wanted domesticity and fluff so here it is. this was actually very easy to write, thank you so much for the request!

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The sun peeked through the curtains of your window, casting a soft glow on anything it touched. The young footballer slowly stretched his muscles, then nestled himself further into your bedsheets, determined to spend as much time with you as he could.

He had to get to training. He knows you’ll tell him when you wake up. You’ll remind him of the big game coming up, always more mindful of his schedule than he is, and he’ll be forced to go back out into the real world. He’d rather just stay here, frozen in time with you.

When he finally does let his eyes open, a lazy grin spreads across his face. You’re wrapped up in a tangle of the bedsheets and Jamie’s limbs, arms wrapped firmly around him, refusing to let him go whilst you sleep. The sun cascades along you, creating a trail from the top of your head, to where the lower half of you disappears beneath the sheets.

Jamie softly runs his fingertips along your cheek, down to your chin, and sighs. He wishes he could have this forever. He remembers last night, the two of you deciding to go back to your place instead of his. He likes yours better honestly. It’s definitely smaller, more welcoming. While Jamie’s walls are lined with expensive art from different artists he couldn’t even remember the names of, yours were filled with posters of your favorite bands, photos of you and those you care about, and even a few Richmond things here and there.

He looks at the wall across from him, his eyes scanning over the photos. One of you Keeley out at dinner, one of you and Dani at an away game. At the end of the line he sees one from the most recent press event the Richmond team had to attend. It’s a photo taken from when Jamie was on the carpet, and had pulled you into his arms. You’re laughing, while Jamie presses a kiss to your cheek.

Jamie knows, he feels more at home when he’s here, with you, than when he’s in his own home.

He feels you stir next to him, slowly pulling your arms off of him. He looks down at you to see you yawn, then look up at him.

“Good morning Jamie.” You smile at him, making his stomach tie itself up in knots.

“Morning love.” He presses his lips to yours.

You push a hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away. “Jamie,” you laugh, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care.” He grins, diving his head down for another kiss.

You let him kiss you this time, wrapping an arm around his neck. He rolls on top of you, the kiss becoming a little more heated.

You hum and push him away again. “Hey, you have training to get to.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “And I have to get up and get to work, and you’re being very distracting right now.”

Jamie smirks at you. “I’m distracting you? How? Like this?” He leans down, now kissing down your neck. You feel your body relax while your heart speeds up. It’s when he bites softly at you that you push him away again.

“Jamie, I’m serious. Roy will have your head if you’re late. Again.” You get up and walk over to your closet, searching through your clothes. “You know, I’m surprised he hasn’t killed you already, what with your inability to get to training on time at least once a week-”

“I love you.”

Jamie’s words make you turn quickly to him. He’s still on your bed, watching you, a soft smile spread across his face, his hair still ruffled from sleep.

“I love you too.” You tell him.

It’s not the first time either of you has professed your love for each other, but every time it happens, both of you melt from joy.

“Do you know what I dreamed about last night?” He asks. You shake your head. “I dreamt of you. All I do is dream of you.”

“Jamie-”

“No, let me finish.” He cuts you off. He gets out of bed, and makes his way over to where you’re standing. “I love you so much. Out there,” he points at your window, “I’m Jamie Tartt. Star footballer. But here? Here I’m just Jamie. I can be just Jamie when I’m with you. And I like it, I really like it.” He nods, leaning his forehead against yours. “And I’d like it to stay that way.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“I wanna be with you all the time. Every minute of every day. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to have dinner with you every night. I want you to be the last person I see before I go to sleep, and the first person I see when I wake up.” His voice gets quiet at the end, afraid that he’s crossed some sort of line. “If you don’t want that, I get it, I just-”

This time it’s you who cuts him off with your lips against his. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him impossibly close to you. He does the same, holding you firmly against his chest.

When you pull away you’re both out of breath, smiling at each other like fools, fools in love.

“I would love that Jamie.” You nod.

He grins pulling you into yet another kiss.

“I guess it’s okay if you’re a little late to training today.” You say against his lips as he pulls you back to the bed.

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 1: A New Life

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(a/n) hello! I decided to restart my “Ice and Fire” fanfaction because I have so much more ideas for a better story :) even though it’s discontinued, if you would like to check it out here’s the masterlist! I hope you guys will enjoy this one 🤍 I’m working on the masterlist for this series right now!

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°❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･ CW: fem!oc, betrothal (forced marriage), topics of abuse and racism, angst, a lot of fluff, smut (I’ll try lol), and murder.꙳·❅°*˖ Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

Why must the gods be so cruel to me? What could I have possibly done to deserve this life? To be sold off like a slave by my own flesh and blood…I’ll never forgive Viserys. Without Dany, I am alone. Without love. I want to go home. But…where do I belong? The summer isles? No, that can’t be my true home, I never had the chance to live there. Do I belong anywhere?

Daughter of the mad king’s younger brother. Rhaella never knew her mother. She died after giving birth in the Summer Isles, killed by assassins under the command of the new king, Robert Baratheon. When he found out Rhaella’s mother was pregnant, he wanted both of them dead. Rhaella was smuggled out of the isles and sent to her cousins, the last Targaryens.

“I know you’re upset,” Lord Eddard Stark said, placing his hand on top of hers.“But please, believe me when I say this. I will never let anyone harm you. You are under my protection now.”

Rhaella gave him a weak smile back. Rhaella, the same name as the Mad King’s sister and wife. Daenerys gave her the name. Viserys despised the idea of his mother’s name given to the likes of a foreign girl. Even though she was still a Targaryen, he only considered her half and not pure. She took after her mother, with more summer isle features. Her skin wasn’t pale, instead, a light amber and tan that would get even darker in the sun. She had long silver curly hair, unlike her cousins who had straight silver blonde hair. The thing Rhaella hated the most was her eyes. Instead of being a pretty violet color, she had dark purple eyes that almost looked black.

Rhaella looked away from the carriage window to make eye contact with Lord Stark, “My Lord?” She asked, “Why did you accept my cousin’s offer to take me?”

“Well, you see,” he explained, “The rebellion caused great loss for everyone. So many people, loved ones, dead. Especially your family, unfortunately. I’ll never forgive him for his order of murder. When the king found out 3 Targaryens were still out in the world, he wanted you all dead. I wanted to prove to him that even though Areys was mad, that doesn’t mean you all don’t deserve to live. By taking you in and marrying one of my sons, we can show him that you are not our enemies. It took him a while to be fully convinced, but he agreed to let you live.”

”But, my eldest cousin,” Rhaella said. “He…he wants to take the seven kingdoms. I’m not sure how, but that is his plan.”

”I highly doubt he is a true threat,” Lord Stark said.

”you’re right,” she admitted. “He can be a big coward at times.”

That comment made him chuckle.

He has a nice smile, very warm and welcoming. Even though he did come off as cold before.

“Will I have to marry now?” Rhaella asked.

“Oh gods no!” He chuckled, “you are far too young, my son as well.”

“Will he like me?”

“I believe so, you have nothing to worry about. Bran is a good kid. He will treat you right.”

Once they made it through the gates, the carriage stopped. Lord Stark exited first so he could get the door for Rhaella. He gently held her hand as she took her steps down. Once Rhaella looked up from the steps, she saw the Stark family before her. Not letting go of her hand, Lord Stark approached his family to introduce their special guest.

“This is Rhaella Targaryen. As you all know, she will be with us now. Treat her as you would treat each other. If anyone disrespects her, let me know.”

They all nodded. A very handsome older boy approached her, “Hello, my lady, I am Robb,” he told her, “I hope you enjoy Winterfell and welcome!” Before walking away, he kissed her hand. That made Rhaella blush, “T-Thank you.” He had blue eyes and dark auburn hair. It was so dark you could barely tell if it was red. He had to have been the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

An older girl walked up to her gracefully, “Hello,” she smiled, “my name is Sansa. I hope we can grow to be like sisters! Maybe even brush each other’s hair, make dresses together, and so much more!” Rhaella gave a slight smile back, “I would love that!” Then a girl, who looked not too older than her, approached saying, “My name is Arya! Don’t worry, we don’t have to do girly stuff together. There are other ways to have fun!”

Then, she met Rickon, the youngest in the family, and their mother Lady Stark. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “aren't you just a lovely thing? Such a beauty.” Rhaella blushed at the compliment, thanking her.

She must be lying to me. I mean, just look at me! The journey to Westeros was so long that hair became wild and poofy.

”You must be frightened,” Lady Stark said. “Trust me, I never favored the cold myself. I still don’t, but you grow to appreciate it.”

Rhaella couldn’t keep her eyes off Lady Catelyn Stark’s features. Like Robb and Sansa, she had long auburn hair and pretty blue eyes. Her gown was also blue, making her eyes stand out even more.

“Where is Bran?” Lord Stark asked his wife.

“I told that boy to stop climbing,” she explained. “Brandon!”

“Sorry mother!” A voice yelled from above, “I’m coming down!”

When Rhaella looked up, she examined him. He looked to be the same age as her. He had dark brown hair and eyes with freckles on his face. He approached her and bowed, “Welcome to Winterfell, I hope you will take a liking to it.” “Thank you,” she replied.

The atmosphere quickly grew awkward. The two children didn’t know what to say to each other.

Lady Stark took Rhaella’s hand, “You must be exhausted, here, come with me.” She guided Rhaella to her bed chamber and had the handmaidens start a bath. After the bath, she laid on her bed for a quick nap.

After waking up, the handmaidens helped her get into a gown for dinner. The dress was purple with roses embroidered across the neckline. Then, they helped her with her hair. They clearly did not know what they were doing. They aren’t used to doing curly hair like Rhaella’s, but they managed to make something of it. They brushed out her curls, putting them in a half-up-half-down style. The ponytail was braided and put into a bun. After the handmaidens left the room, she looked at herself in the mirror.

I don’t even look like myself anymore.

Tears began to fill her eyes, I just want to go home.

She bolted out of the room, not knowing where she was going. She ran outside the big castle but didn’t dare to leave outside the castle walls. She eventually found an area that stood out to her. The whole vibe was strange as if something or someone was watching her. It was nothing but an old forest with no snow. In the middle of it, was a pool and a tree. A tree she’d never seen before. The huge tree was white with red leaves and a face carved into it. She stared deeply into the tree’s eyes for a while.

Is it staring back at me?

She snapped out of it, shaking her head, and climbed up the tree to sit on a huge branch.

Without Daenerys, I am lost. She didn’t know how long she’d been crying in the tree for, but she didn’t care. Winterfell wasn’t her home.

“Rhaella?” She heard a voice ask.

When she looked up, she saw Bran with a concerned look on his face, “w-why are you crying?”

She wiped her tears. “Sorry, I just miss my sister…how did you know I’d be here?”

“I like to go to the godswood, and climb up this tree,” he said. “Whenever I like to be alone and think. I’m sorry you had to leave your sister.”

“Well, she isn’t my sister, not really,” she admitted, wiping her face. “We are actually cousins. We just call each other sisters.”

He sat next to her, “my family was worried about you. They thought you might have ran away.” He nervously chuckled. “I…I know that we are to be married one day. The idea of marriage scares me.”

She doesn’t respond, only looking down at her hands as she fidgets with them. “I have something for you,” Bran showed her a beautiful blue flower. “That was the reason I was climbing.” He told her. “I wanted to give you something as a gift. I was going to give it to you at the dinner table but here. If I hurt your feelings not being there to greet you, I’m so sorry.” Rhaella took the flower and sniffed it.

“It’s called the winter rose,” he continued. “A rare flower that can grow around the castle.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

”You know, just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean we have to be in love right now or anything,” he said. “Let’s just be friends!”

”Yeah I’d like that!” She said.

”And just so you know,” he whispered. “I liked your hair better before. Your curly hair is much better.”

She laughed, “You and me both.”

”You’re laughing!”

”So?”

”This is your first time laughing here,” he said. “You have a nice smile.”

”Thanks, Bran,” she said. “You know, my eldest cousin ,Viserys, told me and Dany that you guys were evil monsters. But, you guys aren’t monstrous at all!”

Before Bran could respond, they both hear a voice from down below calling for Bran. An older boy who looked the same age as Robb. He was very handsome with black curls and dark eyes. “I found her Jon!” Bran shouted.

”Well, what are you sitting around for? They are all waiting for you two!” The two of them climbed down from the tree and walked with Jon.

“Forgive me, my name is Jon Snow,” he told Rhaella. “Welcome to Winterfell.”

”I never heard of the last name ‘snow’ before,” she confessed.

Bran began to explain, ”That last name actually means he’s a…well—”

”Bastard.” Jon said. His voice was cold and somber.

”I don’t know what that means,” Rhaella said. “But Viserys called me that sometimes, I assumed as an insult.”

”It means that my father, Lord Stark, had me with another woman. I wanted to meet you when you arrived, but Lady Stark thought it would be disrespectful.”

Rhaella couldn’t help but feel awful for him. There was something about Jon Snow that made him stand out. As if they had a connection. She wondered if Jon felt it too.

“You said that Viserys called us evil,” Bran said. “Then why did he want to send you away to us?”

“He hates me,” she answered. “He saw you guys as an opportunity to get rid of me…”

Once they all made it to the dining hall, all eyes were on Rhaella and Bran. “Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” Catelyn smiled. “Please, have a seat.” Bran escorted her to her chair and went back to his. Before Jon could leave the Hall, Rhaella asked, “Can Jon eat with us please?”

”Ah, I see you met him while you were gone,” Lord Stark said, amused. “Would him eating with us please you?”

Rhaella looked over at Jon, whose eyes lightened up. She looked back at Lord Stark and gave a nod. He looked over at Lady Stark, “What do you say?”

She looked into Rhaella’s sparkling eyes and sighed, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

Rhaella gave a big smile. Jon pulled a chair next to her whispering, “Thank you Rhaella.”

“I hope you like the dress,” Sansa said. “I made it myself! I wanted to test my embroidery skills and decided to make you one!”

“It’s beautiful,” Rhaella told her. “You should teach me!” Sansa nodded gleefully.

“You know, we all thought you ran off and escaped!” Arya laughed.

“I…I didn’t mean any trouble or offense, I apologize.” Rhaella announced, standing up from her chair and bowing her head. “It was rude of me.”

“No,” Lord Stark said. “You have every right to feel the way you do. Your life changed right before your eyes. But please, believe me when I say this, we are here for you.”

“Aye.” Robb agreed. “If you are having trouble with anyone or anything let us know.” She thanked the both of them for their kindness.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like outside of Westeros?” Catelyn asked.

Rhaella told them everything. Even about the abuse Viserys had done to her. He always yelled at her for the littlest things. The worst thing he ever did was sneak into her bedchamber with a knife. He threatened to cut out her insides if she didn’t cooperate with his plan to send her to the North.

They all had concerned looks on their faces. The abuse never got to her until explaining it out loud. She really did have it rough.

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Arya said. “You are with us now!”

“Safe and sound,” Sansa added.

Rhaella didn’t realize she was smiling.

”So, Rhaella…you said you were from the Summer Isles right?” Theon asked.

“Yes, why you ask?”

He smirked at Robb before asking, “I heard the women there are quite breathtakingly beautiful?” She could have sworn she heard him whisper “and have nice bodies.”

”Well, I’ve never actually stayed there, I had to flee because of the King,” she explained. “But from the books I’ve read and from what I heard from some servants in Pentos, yes, the women there are quite beautiful.”

”I also heard that they have a passion for love making,” he said. “Maybe I gotta visit there sometime-.”

”Theon!” Lady Stark snapped. “Don’t be disrespectful-.”

”Oh that’s okay!” Rhaella reassured her. “You’re right, Theon! They do have a passion for it. If I were to stay in the Isles, I would have been a prostitute myself!”

Sansa and Lady Stark almost choked on their food, as Robb, Theon, and Jon bursted out laughing at the table. She didn’t understand what was so funny, but she laughed along with them.

”What’s a prostitute?” Rickon asked, innocently. That made the boys start crying from laughter. Theon even fell out of his chair.

”Y-You’ll know when you’re older!” Lady Stark said.

”You’ll fit in with us just fine, child,” Lord Stark said. “Welcome to the family!”

°❀⋆Daenerys.ೃ࿔*:･

Daenerys never felt more lonely. She missed Rhaella, her real family. She’d never forgive her brother for what he did.

“Daenerys!” Viserys shouted.

He entered her bed chamber, “do not tell me you’re still upset about that savage.”

She felt rage enter her body as he said those words. “She is not a savage, she’s my sister,” she replied softly. “And I don’t understand why you sent her to our enemies.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” he said. “We both know that’s not true. She’s our cousin. Daughter of our uncle and whatever foreign whore he married. She’s not a pure Targaryen like us, Dany. And she never will be. I gave her away because we need allies, even if they are enemies. The Starks are a strong house, and I knew that Lord Stark would gladly take her in. The fool won’t even know of my plans to destroy him and his dear friend Robert.”

Daenerys always considered Rhaella her sister, even if it wasn’t true. They spent all of their time together, never leaving one’s side. It felt like it was yesterday, the day Rhaella arrived in Braavos as a baby. Viserys wanted nothing to do with her while Daenerys cherished her. She had no idea why Viserys was so upset about naming their cousin after their mother. It was only a name after all. She always thought it was much deeper than Rhaella being a “savage.” She never dared to ask him though.

“I have good news.” He announced. She examined his face, his grin looked devious. Truly it wasn’t good news. “I found you a husband,” he said. “His name is Khal Drogo, Magister Illyrio said. A Dothraki savage. When you two wed, I’ll have his army. We can finally go home, sweet sister.”

Home.

All she ever wanted was a home. A home with Rhaella, where they could finally be happy together. With her gone, Daenerys wasn’t sure if it would be home without her.

“And what about her?” She asked him.

“The savage?” He scoffed. “Those Starks have her now. I don’t care what they do to her. As long as we have our alliance with the North.”

Daenerys wanted to cry, but she stayed strong. I will meet her again, one day.

°❆⋆Bran ೃ࿔*:･

It had only been a couple of months, but for Bran, it felt like he had known Rhaella his whole life. Rhaella also grew close to his sisters but mostly Arya. The three of them were inseparable. Rhaella even taught them some of the Valyrian language. Some nights, the three of them would stay up and read history books about Targaryen history until they got caught by the Septa. For fun, they liked to go sledding and have snowball fights. The older Stark boys and Rickon joined them sometimes, but never Sansa. Ever since Rhaella arrived, Sansa and Arya fought less. It’s like wherever she went, she spread joy. That’s one of the traits Bran liked about her.

Now, everyone is preparing for the arrival of the King.

He overheard his father saying that the King was almost there. Bran felt sorry for Rhaella because she was so stressed out. “What will he do to me?” She asked. He always reassured her, “You are under our protection now, the King approved of you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

At that moment, it was time for Bran to practice his archery. He hasn’t been getting any better. He wanted to show his family he could hit the bull’s eye. First, only Robb was watching him. Then, came Jon and Rickon. Before he knew it, his parents came to watch as well.

“Keep practicing, Bran,” Lord Stark insisted. “Go on.”

Jon leaned in towards Bran, placing his hand on his shoulder, “Alright, father is watching.”

Jon looks over and sees Rhaella and Arya watching as well, “and her…” he whispered.

Bran took a deep gulp. He didn’t like to get teased about Rhaella. They only do it because we are to be married. We are just friends, good friends.

Bran nodded and started to aim his bow and arrow at his target.

“Relax your bow arm…” Robb commented.

Just before Bran could release the arrow, someone else’s hits the target and another shoots right through it.

All of the boys turned their heads to see Rhaella and Arya giggling. “Hey!” Bran yelled. The girls both curtseyed but quickly took off once they saw Bran chasing them. The kids kept on playing until their father took all of the boys to see an execution. Bran was finally old enough to see one.

“Are you scared?” Rhaella asked him as he was mounting his pony.

“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly.

But I can’t be afraid. My father told me I won’t be a boy forever. I’ll be a man-grown soon. I mustn’t be afraid. I need to be brave. Like Robb and Jon. Wolves are never afraid.

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