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words left unspoken l a safe haven drabble

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

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summary: You accidentally fall asleep in Joel’s arms; on the walk back to reality, he almost says those three words.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. mostly angst. reader has some post sex feelings she has to work through. Joel carries reader. soft, soft Joel. we all love some soft Joel, right?

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“Peach, baby—hey, you’ve gotta wake up now.”

Joel’s deep voice breaks into your slumber.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, giving them a gentle but firm squeeze as he tries rousing you from sleep without startling you. It’s only been an hour or so since you’d fallen asleep in his arms—Joel had been keeping close track of the time to make sure that he’d be able to get you back home well before sunrise.

“Hm?” you mumble out sleepily as you nuzzle your face into his warm, bare chest. You can feel his heart beating, steady and strong against your cheekbone—his heartbeat was what had soothed you to sleep in the first place. You have one arm draped over his stomach, and the other is curled uncomfortably between your naked bodies, completely numb.

“C’mon, sweet girl.” Joel lifts his other hand to touch the side of your face, his index finger trailing a soft line from your temple down to your jawline. Although he had done his best to savor every last second of you being fast asleep in his arms, somehow it had still gone by way too goddamn fast. “S’time to wake up, darlin’. We’ve gotta get goin’ pretty soon before people start gettin’ up for their mornin’ duties.”

Finally, your eyes flutter open.

You lift your head off of his chest, feeling dazed and confused. “Joel?” Your eyes meet his in a silver stream of moonlight. “What are—where are we?”

He chuckles and plucks a piece of hay out of your hair, showing it to you. “This ring any bells?”

You take it from his hands and your eyes widen as you pinch it between your fingers.

Letting out a loud gasp, you quickly sit up on the blanket and look around almost frantically as it all starts coming back to you. You and Joel were still together in the barn. “I fell asleep?”

“Sure did,” he replies, sounding thoroughly amused. “Asked you if you were gettin’ sleepy, you said no, then passed out ten seconds later.”

“How long was I out for?” you ask him, your entire body flooding with sheer panic. “Do you know what time it is right now? Fucking hell, where are all our clothes—”

You start to get up off of the blanket, the feeling of dread pooling deep in the pits of your stomach.

Joel sits up and one of his hands reaches for yours to stop you. His mere touch calms you down—not completely, but enough to keep you from spiraling.

“Relax, peach. I was keepin’ track of the time,” he promises you as he runs his thumb across the back of your hand. “You were only asleep for an hour.”

Frowning at him, you chide, “Joel, why the hell did you let me fall asleep in the first place?”

“‘Cause you were fuckin’ exhausted, that’s why,” Joel states. He offers you a small, crooked smile and adds teasingly, “I could tell ‘cause as soon as you knocked out, you started snorin’ up a fuckin’ storm, sweetheart.”

You stare at him, mortified. “I was snoring?”

He nods, chuckling. “Like a fuckin’ bear, baby. It was kinda terrifyin’ but also kinda cute.”

Flustered, you run a hand through your hair. “Joel, you shouldn’t have let me fall asleep,” you scold him again lightly. “That’s too risky! What if you would’ve accidentally fallen asleep too? Or lost track of time somehow? Then we would have been screwed. We could have been caught. The first thing the stable hands do in the morning is come into the barn to get hay for the horses—”

Joel squeezes your hand. “I was wide awake, darlin’. I swear it on my life.” He leans forward and softly catches your mouth with his in a reassuring kiss. “I wouldn’t let anythin’ like that happen.” Letting his lips linger against yours, he murmurs, “I wouldn’t let anythin’ bad happen to you, peach. Not if I can fuckin’ help it. Y’know that, don’t you?”

“Of course I know that,” you utter, quietly.

“Good.” He pulls back a little bit further, his gaze catching yours in another beam of light. “Besides, it was kinda nice just layin’ here with you asleep in my arms. It was real nice, actually. Somethin’ I could really get used to if I had the chance.”

You detect a hint of sadness in his tone, and an emotional lump starts to quickly climb its way up your throat. Now that you had a chance to come down from the high and the post sex haze had worn off, there was an overwhelming feeling of guilt that lingered like a thick, dark cloud over your head—and it had nothing to do with the fact that you’d just had sex with a man who isn’t your husband. This guilt, it’s different because it has everything to do with Joel and the fact that this arrangement was incredibly unfair to him.

He deserves so much better than a relationship he's forced to hide. He deserves far more than the scraps of time that you gave him—Joel deserves a woman he could actually be in a proper relationship with, a woman he could complete his family with. A woman who can give him everything that you can’t.

He’s wasting his time—his life—with you.

“Peach?” Joel’s voice breaks into your train of thought. He peers at you with concern. “You alright?”

You manage to give him a small nod and force a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine, Joel.”

Although he isn’t entirely convinced by your answer, Joel doesn’t want to push you—so he lets it go for the time being.

He stands up and holds his other hand out to you in an offer to help you up off the blanket. “C’mon. We need to get dressed and get a move on. Sunrise is in a couple hours and we need to get you home.”

You nod again as he hoists you to your feet.

It takes a minute or two for the both of you to find your discarded clothes around the barn—how one of Joel’s boots had landed about six feet away from the other one was beyond either of you. You pick it up and hand it over to him in silence. He hands you your shirt that he’d found in exchange.

“Thank you,” your murmur, taking it from him. You turn around and slip your camisole back on, feeling a tightness deep inside of your chest. It’s unfathomable how you were supposed to just go back home to Luke after Joel had made you his own.

His kisses would linger on your lips forever and his touch was now permanently etched into your skin like a tattoo.

You don’t want to go home to Luke.

You want to be with Joel—you want to be the woman he deserves. But you fucking can’t and that feeling inside your chest grows even tighter, making it hard for you to breathe.

After you and Joel finish dressing, he walks over and picks up his blanket from the makeshift bed of hay. He quickly dusts it off and inspects it, being thorough as he makes sure it is free of any dried grass before draping it over your shoulders. Taking your hand tightly in his, he leads you out of the barn and the both of you begin the fifteen minute walk back to the residential side of the settlement.

“You’re real quiet all of a sudden,” he observes after a few minutes into the trek. You’ve both just reached Main Street—usually bustling with crowds, at this time of night it’s empty and silent. “You sure you’re alright?”

You chew the inside of your cheek anxiously as you debate whether or not to voice your concerns to him—what if he agrees?

What if he also realizes that he deserves better than you?

Selfishly, you don’t want that to be the case.

Selflessly, you will respect it if it is.

“Baby.” Joel halts in his tracks, stopping you too. He turns to face you, the familiar crease between his eyebrows appearing as he looks at you with worry. “Look, I know you well enough by now, darlin’. I know that you’ve got somethin’ on your mind. Talk to me, sweet girl.”

You hesitate.

“I just wish our night didn’t have to end like this—I wish none of our nights together ended like this. It has to be one of the worst feelings in the world to have to say goodbye to you and go back to—” You stop yourself from uttering his name. Shaking your head, you look up at Joel and frown. “It isn’t fair, Joel. None of this is fucking fair.”

“Oh believe me, I fuckin’ know it ain’t fair.” Joel chuckles in spite of himself. His laugh comes from his own bitterness over the fact that you now have to go back home and lay in bed with Luke. Joel drops your hand from his and he takes a step or two back to put some distance between the two of you. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shakes his head, his lips pressed into a tight line.

Your stomach sinks slightly. There it is. The beginning of the end.

The moment he realizes he does deserve better.

“Joel? What is it?”

“You should be comin’ home with me,” he states, his dark eyes fixed on the dirt road as he speaks. “You should be comin’ home with me. Not goin’ home to him. And I don’t just mean tonight. I’m talkin’ ‘bout every night.”

Disappointment laces his tone.

Warm tears brim your eyes and you try your hardest to blink them back. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Joel.”

His head snaps up and he frowns. “What?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry—”

“Sorry for what, peach?”

“For this.” You make a gesture between the two of you with one of your hands. The other clutches his flannel blanket that is still draped around your shoulders. “I’m so fucking sorry that I dragged you into something like this.” “Timeout. What the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout?” He approaches you, quickly closing up the very same gap of space he’d created himself. He gingerly cups your face between his hands. “I ain’t all too sure what’s goin’ in that pretty little head of yours, sweet girl, but I need you to know that you sure as hell didn’t drag me into anythin’ at all.”

You scoff, arching an eyebrow in disbelief. “Joel, you’re having an affair with me. You’re having an affair with a married woman. You’re sneaking around in the middle of night, risking your neck for just a couple of hours with me.”

“And that’s my fuckin’ choice,” he reminds you.

You swallow harshly, inwardly cursing the way a stubborn tear slips out of the corner of your eye and rolls down the side of your face.

“Sweetheart, I’m here ‘cause I wanna be here,” Joel assures you, delicately wiping it away with his thumb. “I’m here ‘cause I lov—”

He stops abruptly, his eyes widening slightly.

They’re there, right on the tip of his tongue.

Those three words.

He’d been so close to uttering those three fucking words and for some reason, he lost the nerve at the very last second

“Baby—” He trails off, unsure of what to say or do next.

Joel leaves those three words unspoken, but you don’t let it take away from the moment. You know what he feels for you—you see it in his dark brown eyes when he looks at you, feel it in the way he touches you and kisses you. You’d felt it when he made you his.

You know exactly what Joel Miller feels for you. And you feel the same for him. It only makes the whole ordeal even fucking harder.

After a minute or two, Joel speaks again. “I’m choosin’ this,” he reassures you again. “Alright?”

“But why? Why choose this when you can have an actual relationship with somebody else?”

“‘Cause I don’t want somebody else, that’s why.”

“But Joel—”

Joel’s hands hold your face firmly, but he’s still gentle.

“I don’t want somebody else,” he repeats. “I only want you, so I’m gonna keep on choosin’ this. Day in and day out, I’m gonna choose this because it’s worth it to me. You’re worth it to me.”

“But this isn’t fair to you,” you whisper, another tear sliding down the side of your face. Just like the first, he wipes this one away too. “Joel, you deserve someone you can be with. Someone who you can have a normal relationship with, not one that you have to hide. Think about Ellie—”

“Ellie fuckin’ adores you,” Joel reminds you. “More than you probably even know. Hell, all the kid ever does is talk ‘bout how fuckin’ great you are. Makes me think she likes you better than she likes me.”

Under different and less tense circumstances, you would have laughed at his statement.

“And I adore her too. But she deserves to have a real family, Joel.” You hear your own voice break slightly as an image of her face appears in your mind. You’d never imagined that you would be able to care for anyone this much ever again, not after losing your father. And now here you are, realizing that both Joel and Ellie mean the absolute world to you and you want what is best for them. “You two deserve so much more than what I can give you. Don’t you see that?”

He sighs. “Ellie knows ‘bout us, peach.” Upon seeing the shocked expression on your face, he adds, “Don’t ask me how, I just know that she does. She’s too goddamn smart for her own good and I know that she’s just waitin’ for the right moment to confront me ‘bout it. Or you. So consider this your warnin’ because it’s comin’,” he remarks. “I also know that if it ain’t you in our lives, she ain’t gonna have it.”

Joel drops his hands from your face and seeks yours. He finds them and laces your fingers together.

“She doesn’t want anyone else around and neither do I, alright? I’m never gonna want anyone else,” he declares. “Even if this is how things have to be for the rest of my natural born fuckin’ life. I just don’t care.”

“But—”

Joel rolls his eyes and crashes his mouth against yours, silencing you. His tongue brushes along the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart and he deepens the embrace. He has the burning desire to drag you right back into the barn, has every urge to rip your clothes off, and fuck each and every last single one of your doubts away. He would gladly spend hours upon hours showing you that he means it when he says you are the only woman he wants, devote every minute of every night you have together to prove to you that his heart belongs to you and only you.

He pulls back after a minute, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath and you catch yours.

“Listen to me, peach. I’ll fuckin’ say it untill I’m blue in the fuckin’ face—I don’t want anybody else but you. It doesn’t matter to me that we’ve gotta run around in secret. I want you and I’ll take you any way that I can get you. I don’t care if I get two minutes with you or two hours. As long as I get to see you, my sweet girl. That’s all that fuckin’ matters to me. Alright?”

You release the breath you’d been holding.

“Joel?”

“What is it, baby?”

“How much longer until sunrise?”

“‘Bout an hour or so.” Joel cocks an eyebrow at you, curiously. “Why do you ask?”

Biting your lower lip, you nod over towards the barn in the distance.

“Seriously?” he stares at you in complete disbelief at what you’re suggesting, but you notice the way that the corners of his mouth start to turn upwards into a grin. “Let me get this straight. We just had sex for the first time an hour ago and now you want a fuckin’ quickie? That it?”

You shrug and step away from him.

“Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Just as you start off in the original direction you two had been heading in, Joel reaches out for you and catches your hand, yanking you back towards him.

“Fuckin’ naughty girl.” Joel lets out a loud, strained grunt as he hoists you over his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You giggle as he starts back towards the barn.

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darilaros (princess) │ Chapter 2: Dolls

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 (COMPLETE!)

Synopsis: As the second daughter of King Viserys, you experience firsthand what it means to belong to the House of the Dragon. You attend your very first tourney in celebration of your brother or sister’s impending arrival.

Hello! My apologies for the wait. There was a whole mess of stuff that killed my drive to write for a few days. BUT, I’ve managed to write this one, featuring baby!Babey as a POV character! I’ve tried hard to keep it in a ‘small person’ voice, which got real old real fast, lol. Keep in mind that she’s around 3 years old in this one, so she’s not hella mature or anything. My thanks to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for reading this asshole over, lol.

TRIGGERS: child doing child things, child narrating Episode 1 of HotD, character death.

“Ah,” Mama says. “Rhaenyra!”

From your place on the floor in the corner, right in the middle of a patch of sunlight, you see that ’Nyra has come. It’s not nice to have your story interrupted, but ’Nyra’s visits are always fun, so you don’t mind. She is dressed the way she does when she goes to visit Syrax, which means she will smell funny and make Mama cross.

“You know I don’t like you to go flying while I'm in this condition,” Mama adds.

“You don't like me to go flying while you're in any condition.”

Alicent, ’Nyra’s best friend, stands in the doorway. She is very very pretty, you think, with red hair like Hana’s and a blue dress that makes her look like a girl from one of the old stories you like to listen to. “Your Grace,” she says, smiling.

“Good morrow, Alicent.” Mama sighs. She sounds very tired. She has put her coat back on, even though it’s so hot in the room and she’s fanning herself to try and dry the sweat on her cheeks and her brow.

“Did you sleep?” ’Nyra asks.

Mama laughs, quick and soft. “I slept.”

“How long?” ’Nyra takes a seat on the stool beside Mama’s feet.

“I don’t need mothering, Rhaenyra.”

“Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants, all focused on the babe. Someone has to attend to you.”

That is when Mama’s eyes go to you. “I have my own right here, so there is no need to fear.”

’Nyra turns to look, too. Her frown goes away and she smiles, wiggling her fingers at you to say ‘hello’. Even though she’s your sister and that means you love her, you don’t go over to her. She is older, so she doesn’t care very much about dolls or stories or little sisters who don’t have dragons.

Mama keeps talking to ’Nyra while you listen. “You will lie in this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the Realm.” None of it makes sense, but you like the sound of their voices.

’Nyra makes a rude noise. “I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.”

Mama laughs. “We have royal wombs, you and your sister and I. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip.”

Why would a child’s bed be a battlefield? My bed is nice and big. And what is a stiff lip? Is it something that Maester Mellos should give his herbs for? Are there bones in a lip? Can those bones break like big bones can?

You have lots of questions, but you don’t say what you’re thinking out loud, of course. The Maester only said you could be in here if you were good, so you mustn’t talk unless Mama asks you something or starts saying things to you.

“Now,” Mama says to ’Nyra, “take a bath. You stink of dragon.”

’Nyra stands up and bends down to kiss Mama on her head. Then, she comes over to you and gets on the floor so she can give you a hug and a kiss, and she is warm and smelly like Mama said she is. You like the smell, though, because it is what ’Nyra always smells like.

’Nyra leaves with Alicent, and for a while it is very calm. Mama takes a nap by closing her eyes and leaning with her head back, so you make sure to be very quiet when you continue telling yourself the story.

Once upon a time, there lived a girl called Hana. Hana was the prettiest girl in the whole kingdom, and she wore fancy dresses with gold and silver necklaces and rings, and she had a pearl hairnet in her red hair. There was also another girl called Marya who was very pretty too, but not as pretty as Hana. When Hana and Marya were little, they were best friends, and they played dolls and sang hymns and learned their letters together. But when they became older, they started to fight.

Marya was jealous of Hana. Lords from all over the kingdom wanted to marry her because of how pretty and how kind she was. That meant that not many lords wanted to marry Marya, even though she had lovely dark hair and knew all the names of the Houses and could sing even better than Hana did! So, Marya thought and thought about how she could make more lords want to marry her. She decided to hide all of Hana’s nicest dresses and shiniest jewels.

Naughty, naughty Marya. That’s not how proper ladies act. It was very nasty of you to—

“What are you and your ladies up to?”

You don’t like being interrupted for a second time, but it is Mama who is asking. Everyone’s been using soft voices since ’Nyra came to make a fuss and then left to wash the dragon-stink off. Mama’s question is louder than them all, so it must be for you.

Turning your head, you see that she is looking at you with a small smile.

“Marya hid Hana’s dresses and her best necklace and rings,” you say, holding her up high so Mama can see. You frown at the doll. “She needs to say sorry, so I’m telling her to.”

Mama laughs, but you don’t know why. “Oh, dear. How unkind of her! Why did Marya do such a thing?”

“All the lords want to marry Hana,” you say, “and not Marya. She’s very angry, but—but it’s not Hana’s fault. So I’m going to tell her that, too.”

“My, my.” Mama looks tired, like she has ever since baby Baelon-or-Visenya started growing in her belly, but she still seems happy that you’re here. Her eyes are warm the way they get when she sees you. “Quite a responsibility, you have.”

You nod. “I’m her Mama, like you’re mine. I have to teach her to be good.”

This makes Mama smile even wider. She holds her hand out to you, so you put Marya down beside Hana, making sure they’re not too close together. It would be bad if they started fighting after you’ve been busy telling Marya off so much. Making sure your skirts are neat like a proper lady, you go to take Mama’s hand, letting her pull you close-close so that you have to get up onto the daybed with her. Her skin is hot like fire is when you get too near it.

“Are you going to teach your little brother or sister to be good, too?” she asks, bringing your hand to her belly. When you touch it, you feel the kicking. It’s like a tapping from under a very thick blanket.

“Yes, Mama. I promise. I’ll sing all the hymns so they learn them, and make sure they eat all their supper, and—and say ‘no running’ and ‘no hitting’ and give them lots of hugs and tell—tell them they are naughty if they don’t liste—”

“Well,” she says even louder, smiling so wide you can see her teeth, “you already sound like a wonderful big sister, my dearest.”

Then, a new voice speaks out from the doorway, catching your interest. “Hakorje mandia kesā, sīlāvose.”

It’s one of your favourite people in the whole world.

You scramble out of Mama’s hold, nearly tripping over your dress. “Kepus!”

He chuckles as you race toward him, arm out so that he can catch you and lift you up. Mama hasn’t been able to do that since her belly became big, and Papa is too busy now. Oh, how you’ve missed it!

Uncle Daemon sits you on his hip so that you can stare straight at his face, at the way his eyes scrunch up with how much his mouth stretches. “What about you, Princess? Have you been a good girl since last I saw you?” he asks.

“I’m always good, kepus,” you say, pushing out your bottom lip to show how rude you think his question is. “But—but you haven’t. You’re naughty. You’ve been gone for so, so, so long!”

Even though his brow raises, he sounds like he finds you funny. “Ah-ah. A moon’s turn, nothing more or less, is all the time I’ve spent away. I was here for your name day celebrations, was I not?”

“That was ages ago!”

There were lots of people in the Keep for the party, and you don’t think you really knew most of them. But, because Papa is King and you are a Princess, they were invited to come and wish you a happy name day and give you gifts and eat and drink lots. It was nice at first, but the more they ate and drank, the louder they got, and soon you had to sneak off and find Uncle so that he could take you back to your rooms where it was quiet. He sang a song in High Valyrian, the language that your House has spoken for thousands of years, so that you could fall asleep even after eating so many little frosted cakes. Soon, you had to say farewell to him because he had to go back to Runestone and visit his lady wife, the one he hate-hates but Mama says he has to see.

Thinking about High Valyrian makes you stop. You can’t speak it, but there are some parts you know. Kicking Uncle in the side for being rude, you say, “And—and I’m not ann—annoying. I’m good!”

He looks sorry when you say that. “Of course you are. And I hope you’ll forgive me for returning after such a long time.” Behind his back where you can’t see is his other arm. He brings it out, showing you what he was hiding in his hand.

Oh! A new doll! And this one is special because it has pale hair and purple eyes just like you!

“Please accept this as a token of my apology, sweetling,” Uncle Daemon says, offering it to you. “Perhaps—Marya and Hana, was it?—could do with another friend.”

“Thank you, kepus!” Keeping your new doll pinned between you and Uncle, you wrap your arms around his neck so so tight and squeeze so he can feel how happy you are! You kiss him on the cheek, wiggling very close and smiling when he squeezes you back just as tight. “Thank you, thank you! I missed you so much!”

“Silly girl.”

Uncle pats you on the back once, twice, and then crouches down so that you can stand on your own two feet again. Sometimes, this makes you sad, because his hugs are your favourite and you wish they would never end. But he has to say ‘hello’ to Mama, too. Besides, you have a new lady to introduce!

“How about you play,” he says, “while I speak with Mama?”

“Okay!” You’re already thinking about it anyway.

When you go back to Marya and Hana, you can see that they’ve been good girls and not moved at all. You rearrange them both so that they are sitting, and place your new doll—Alysanne, you decide, after Papa and Uncle’s grandmama—between them, fussing with their hair so that it lies neatly. They are very pretty, you think, red and dark and silver all together.

“And how is Lady Rhea?” Mama is asking, brow lifting.

Uncle makes a noise and curls his lip meanly. “Who the fuck—who cares?” he says, rolling his eyes when you gasp. He said a bad word. “It’s not as though we spent any time in each other’s presence. Think I’d rather the company of sheep, anyway.”

“You were there for an entire moon’s turn, Daemon”—Mama frowns the way she does when ’Nyra says something rude, and ’Nyra does that a lot—“and you refused to even speak with her? She’s your wife.”

“Not one I chose. You would know that all too well, cousin.”

Mama goes quiet, looking to you. Uncle does, too. Then, she starts whispering to Uncle, and Uncle whispers back, and you return to your game.

Dolls make far more sense than people do.

You don’t like tourneys. You don’t like them at all.

It’s loud, and hot, and there are too many smells—of different perfumes all swirling around and clogging in your nose, of dirt and manure from the ground below, of something sharp that clings to the walls that box you in and shield you from being able to see anything interesting. The horns ring out and so many people cheer that it feels like a buzzing in your head. It makes your teeth hurt.

“Be welcome!”

Papa looks happy today, so much happier than he was the last time Mama said a babe was in her belly. That babe was dead, she told you. It went away from inside her and never came back. That’s what death is, and everyone is very, very afraid of it all the time. But you didn’t know that babe like you know Mama and Papa and ’Nyra and Uncle, so you weren’t sad or scared. You wonder if this babe will go away, too.

The sound of clapping is like thunder. “I know many of you have travelled long leagues to be at these games,” he says. “But I promise, you will not be disappointed.”

You watch from beside Papa as ’Nyra sneaks to her seat, but she is not so sneaky because she is wearing a bright red dress that looks beautiful. She sits beside Alicent, her friend and Lord Hightower’s daughter, and tries to make herself small in her chair so that Papa won’t get angry.

After a pause, he keeps speaking. “When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share—Queen Aemma has begun her labours!”

There is so much noise that you have to hold your hands over your ears to quiet it just a little bit. Brella pats your shoulder, trying to make you feel better.

“It’s alright, Princess. We can play in just a moment—how about that?”

“I want Mama,” you say sadly, your bottom lip wobbling and your eyes feeling hot like they do when you really want to cry.

Mama has been locked in her chambers since last evening, when the Maester said the babe was nearly ready to come out. You asked and asked Papa, but he wouldn’t let you in to see her. When the door had opened and you tried to go inside, you were too surprised to move at the sound of her yelling. You think that the babe must have been hurting her very, very much. It makes you afraid. But then, Uncle took you away to your rooms and read you a story in High Valyrian, which sounded nice even though you didn’t understand it all.

“May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!” You are not listening to Papa’s words very closely.

“Soon, Princess,” Brella says, stopping for a moment when the horns echo out again. “You must wait for the babe to be born, first. How exciting—a new little brother, all for you!”

You don’t want a brother if it means that Mama has to be in pain. Papa would be very happy—you are three whole name days but you still know he wants the babe to be a boy and not a girl, that you were supposed to be a boy and he was sad you were only a second daughter—but you are happy with the way things are.

It would be very rude to say so in front of Papa, so you keep quiet and nod, letting your nursemaid bring you off your seat and down to the floor so that you may sit amongst Alysanne and Hana and Marya.

It has been very difficult to teach Marya to be nice to Alysanne, because she doesn’t like it when Hana makes new friends and Alysanne is a very pretty new friend. But she has decided she rather likes Alysanne after all, and so you can serve their tea without being scared of anyone being silly or bad to each other. Brella is very helpful in braiding Marya’s hair to look like ’Nyra’s does, and then she pins Hana’s back like Alicent’s. You decide that Alysanne should have hair that looks like yours because you look nearly the same, like she is your baby and you are her mama.

You are interrupted very quickly when Septa Marlow bends forward to speak straight into Brella’s ear. “It is unseemly to coddle her so. She is nearing the end of her infancy—you ought to be preparing her to pass over into my care, not indulging in frivolities!”

You shiver. Septa Marlow is mean. The last time that ’Nyra said something rude to her, she was rapped across the palm by Septa’s willow switch. It left a bright red mark that made you cry when you saw it, but ’Nyra only muttered something nasty under her breath and smiled in a not-very-kind way. You wish you could be as brave as her.

“When she is five summers old, she will pass into your care,” Brella says. It is polite, but the way she looks at Septa makes you think she is not being so nice after all. “Until then, I shall do as I see fit. And that means allowing the Princess to indulge in these frivolities while she can.”

Septa wants to say something rude back, you can tell—but then, the whispers start. It makes you look out onto the field so that you can see what’s happening.

“… of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!”

Uncle rides out on his horse—a great stallion named Varlet that you sometimes give apples to if he is very, very good and doesn’t buck anyone out of the saddle—wearing his nicest armour with the tail of feathers that comes out of the helmet. You think it makes him look a bit like a bird from one of those old books in the library. Uncle takes Varlet up and down the line of men on their own horses, but you don’t know why. You cannot see his face.

Your dolls don’t seem very exciting anymore. You pass them back to Brella and move past Papa to where ’Nyra sits at the very front. Even though there is an empty seat next to Alicent, you go to ’Nyra anyway.

All you have to do is hold up your arms to her and she smiles. “Do you want to see Uncle’s bout?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. You can hear the sound of hooves on the dirt, which means you are missing it, so you stamp your feet and wiggle. Maybe she will hurry up if you do. “Please, please!”

“Oh, alright.” She rolls her eyes and lifts you up so that you can sit on her lap, tucking her head next to yours and wrapping her arms tight around you so you don’t fall off. She is warm like Caraxes and Syrax are, like a dragon, only this time she doesn’t smell like smoke and rotting meat but like flowers and soap. “Can you see?”

You look down. Uncle is at one end of the field and the man he has chosen—Ser Gwayne, you think, from the green he has on and the funny shape of his helmet, like a tower—on the other, their jousting poles held out in front of them. “I can see,” you say.

When Uncle and Ser Gwayne start riding, you really do try to keep your eyes open. But, as they get closer and closer, you cannot help but shut them because you don’t want to see anyone get hurt, or worse—the horses. Sometimes, it happens. All you can see is the insides of your eyelids when a big CLANG happens, but ’Nyra doesn’t clap so you think it might not be finished yet. Then, you hear a horse neigh and a big thud, and lots of applause. This time, ’Nyra does clap, so you open your eyes and see that Uncle is still on Varlet but Ser Gwayne is on the ground.

Your sister stops clapping when she sees Alicent with her hand over her mouth. Ser Gwayne is her brother, so she must be very worried for him. You reach out and pat her arm, which makes her stop and stare at you for a moment before giving you a small smile. ’Nyra grabs at her hand, too, which seems to help.

Uncle brings Varlet right up to the balcony with his jousting pole all the way up high, so ’Nyra puts you down and grips your shoulder to steer you forward. You are still very small, so the railing is too tall for you to reach, and that means you could fall very easily if you lean too far down. You grab onto your sister’s skirts.

“Nicely done, Uncle,” she says, holding onto the rail.

“Thank you, Princess.” Uncle looks at you, and his face changes—he is friendly now where he wasn’t exactly when he was looking at ’Nyra. He doesn’t say anything to you, but he does wink, which makes you giggle and him smile. He turns to Alicent. “Now, I’m fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favour would all but assure it.”

She goes toward the table where two wreaths lay, one for her and one for ’Nyra. You are not old enough for your own yet, or so Papa says. Taking the green one in her fingers, she comes back to the balcony. Instead of putting the wreath on the jousting pole, though, she holds it out to you. “Perhaps your niece would like to give you my favour?”

Beaming, you accept the wreath and let Alicent pick you up under the arms. It doesn’t feel very nice, but it makes you tall enough to put the favour over the pole and watch it slide all the way down to the bottom, near where Uncle is holding it. He grins, then rides away to have another bout.

’Nyra takes you back to where she was sitting, placing you back on her knee. “Are you going to thank Alicent? She was very nice, letting you give Uncle her favour.”

“Thank you, Alicent,” you say.

She brushes some of your hair out of your eyes. “You’re welcome, Princess.”

You find it strange when Papa rises from his chair after something Lord Hightower says in his ear, a troubled look on his face. He was the one who had been the most excited about the tourney, so why is he getting up to leave?

’Nyra doesn’t notice, holding tight to you when you start squirming. For a while, you stay with her—but the jousting starts to get frightening. When the knights knock each other off their horses, they start using swords and axes and maces and trying to really hurt each other, striking and kicking so hard that it makes your heart race really fast in your chest and your belly rock like it does when you need to be sick. To take your mind off it, you start listening to Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys talking to each other.

“…and we expect them to act with honour and grace,” the Princess is saying to her husband. The sound of her voice makes you shiver a little. Whenever she stares at you, it is unkind. You don’t think she likes you very much. “It’s a marvel that war didn't break out at first blood.”

Everyone gasps when the knight below brings his axe down on the man below him, hitting him over and over so that blood sprays everywhere. The man twitches at first, then goes still, the dirt below him turning dark red very quickly.

You cry and cry, loud and ugly. You don’t like it here anymore. You want to go back to the Keep and find Mama and let her hug you until this cold, awful feeling goes away and warmth and happiness comes back.

“Nurse!” ’Nyra says, but you aren’t really listening. You can see that people are pointing at you from the stands and whispering, which makes you even more upset because you truly tried to be good and quiet and not make a fuss this time.

“Oh, Princess.” Brella lifts you off of ’Nyra’s lap and carries you to the back of the royal box, past Papa’s Councilmen and all the lords and ladies that are gathered, heading toward the stairs. “Come now, my sweet. Time for a nap, don’t you think?”

“I want Mama,” is all you can say. “I want my mama!”

It is darker than normal when you wake up from your nap. Usually, the sun is still up, the colour of Papa’s crown as it shines through your window, hot and blinding even though supper is not far away. But now, you have to blink a few times before you realise that you cannot see because night has come.

Your chambers are empty, save one other.

“Papa?” you ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You can just barely see him through the shadows. “What—what—”

There is a sharp clack and a fizzle of orange fire, which Papa cups in his hand and takes to the candle beside your bed. As he lights a small flame, you look at his face. Even in the darkness, you can see how sad he is, the shine that forms lines down his cheeks and the red puff of the skin around his eyes.

Oh, no. Something bad has happened. Something… something terrible.

“Whe—where’s Mama?” you ask, voice wobbly. It feels like a hand has reached down through your throat and your stomach to peel your insides out, to turn it all over so that you’re bleeding and broken where the Maester cannot see. “Mama—”

“Sh, my girl.” He is trying to sound soft and kind, but you hear how he cracks a little, how the words seem almost stuck on the tip of his tongue. “Listen to me. Come here.”

You still don’t know why it is, but the rule of life is that you obey ’Nyra who obeys Mama who obeys Papa, which means that you have to obey Mama and Papa even when the others aren’t there. So, when Papa asks you to do something, you have to listen. You’re a good girl, after all.

Kicking away the covers that have made you too-too warm, you crawl on your hands and knees to the edge of the bed where Papa sits. He is solid and real under your fingers, smelling like the Maester’s medicines as always, but also like something sour. Like metal.

He grabs you and puts you on his knee like ’Nyra did before, during the tourney, only the hand on your back is large-large, almost covering from your neck to your bottom. You can feel his thumb moving up and down as he speaks, up and down, up and down.

“Something… something has happened. To Mama,” he says, taking lots of pauses and shaking under you like he is cold. You reach up to pat his face. Your hand comes away wet.

“Is she okay?” you ask. That horrible feeling comes back, and you have to swallow so that you don’t get sick all over Papa. “Where is Mama?”

“Mama… she couldn’t bring the babe out. A boy—Baelon.” This time, you can hear him cry, but it’s quick, not long and loud like yours.

A brother. I have a baby brother. It doesn’t feel very special or interesting. Maybe meeting the babe will make you more excited?

“Where is he?”

Papa cries more. “He… he lived for three hours. Three. Then he—”

“—died.” That’s the word for when someone goes through death. Papa didn’t look like he could say it, but you can. “Sorry,” you tell him quietly. You know how much he wanted a boy. “Mama must be sad, too.”

“She—she—Mama didn’t survive the birth.”

You frown. What does that mean? “So… she is sick?”

Papa shakes his head, eyes scrunching. “No.”

“Where is she, then? I want to say ‘sorry’ to her, too.”

“She—died. She’s dead, my girl. Only, she passed before Baelon.”

You have to stop and really think, think so hard that your head hurts and you feel dizzy from holding your breath. Being dead means going away and never coming back. Mama is dead. Which means…

After Papa says those terrible, awful, horrible words, he pushes his nose into your hair and hugs you so so tight until you feel his tears sliding over your head. You hug him back, pressing your face to his chest and letting his shirt soak up all the crying from your eyes. You don’t know if you understand it all—but you know one thing for certain, one thing that makes you cold and sick and afraid.

Mama went away. Mama will never come back.

Mama is gone.

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blooming-dahlia · 7 months

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hi! I'm not too sure if your ask is open right now and if it's not then I apologize. I found your writing style to be pretty nice si I was wondering if you could do a Lilia x reader. Diasomnia family headcanons. Reader is a fae who worked under Meleanor during the human-fae war. Ended up helping him with Malleus. A headcanon for the family dynamics in the Diasomnia family with reader. If that is not too specific, would you be alright with taking that request? I'd understand if you don't.

The Most Important Moments of Our Lives [Diasomnia, Lilia Vanrouge x Fae!Reader]

╰ Sometimes when you lie in bed, you like to reminisce about the old days. It's crazy how things can change so suddenly. And the biggest change you have noticed so far is your family life.

╰ At first you considered being an NRC student at your age as something odd, but having Lilia by your side definitely helped you gain confidence. To other people at school, you are just another average student because you have never revealed to anyone (except your closest friends) who you really are.

╰ Still, you are grateful to be here, as you can continue to watch over Malleus and Silver. While you don't spend much time with them during the school day, you like to ask them about their classes and if they got good grades when you finally return to the Diasomnia dormitory.

╰ Being Malleus’ babysitter was something you would never expect to happen. One time during the human-fae war you found youself wounded badly to the point where you couldn’t fight anymore for a very long time. You felt completely useless until one day you were given a very important task by Princess Meleanor.

╰ And then you found yourself alone with Lilia Vanrouge and an egg. But not just any egg, it was Meleanor's precious egg with her baby inside.

╰ Lilia used to tease you a lot when you first started helping him with little Malleus once he was finally out of the egg. In fact, you've never taken care of babies before, let alone dragon babies, so it wasn't an easy job for you.

╰ But as the years passed, you grew accustomed to your new life. When Malleus was older, you taught him many things, such as the proper use of magic. Even now, he looks up to you and asks you for advice. Sometimes, when you pass through the halls of NRC, you can hear some students making jokes about you being Malleus' secret lover, based on what they can see. This thought disgusts you, since you literally helped raise him many years ago.

╰ Raising Malleus and later Silver happened to be the thing that brought you and Lilia closer. During the war, the two of you weren't particularly close, but you still had some respect for each other. Until one day you became the 'parents' of a dragon egg. There were times when you considered leaving because of Lilia's teasing, but you knew you couldn't do that to Malleus.

╰ This experience taught you a lot, but you felt what it's like to be a parent for the first time the day Lilia found baby Silver. It was completely different compared to Malleus' situation. At first you were hesitant to take care of a human baby, but seeing it so small and vulnerable changed something in you. Quickly you and Lilia became Silver’s parents.

╰ Your current relationship with Malleus… Well, he refers to you as [Y/N] at your request, and in fact you two have grown to be very good friends. He doesn't spend as much time with you as he does with Lilia, but you're still important to him and he's grateful for everything you've done for him in the past. You also make sure that Malleus gets every invitation to any party he's invited to. You just want this boy to have the best possible time during his NRC years.

╰ Being Silver's adoptive parent has its ups and downs. Sometimes he falls asleep with his head on your lap while you stroke his hair and reminisce about the times when he was a child. After classes, Silver often comes to you for study sessions. You can't believe how attached you are to him, and you don't even want to think about losing him one day. He's still your son, after all, but you know that finding his real parents would be nothing but heartbreaking.

╰ There are days when you can't understand Sebek at all. The two of you aren't particularly close, but you still care for him like you do for the rest of your little Diasomnia family. He seems to be calmer when he's around you, after you got mad at him once when he woke up Silver. Other than that, Sebek is really respectful to you and sometimes even jealous when you're paying more attention to Silver.

╰ Last but not least is Lilia himself. You and he are the parents of the family, and even Malleus said once that the two of you eventually should get married. You don't deny that something happened between you and Lilia while you were raising Silver. But then this something just disappeared, and you can't even figure out why. The more years passed, the more Lilia became interested in trying out newer, more modern technologies and other things, while the rest of the time was spent with Silver.

╰ Until one evening, after a tiring day full of classes, after-school activities, and some Diasomnia business stuff, you finally entered your room and saw Lilia sitting on your windowsill. He was singing something under his breath while his fingers slid along the strings of his guitar. Then it hit you. It was the same old lullaby you used to sing to Silver when he was a baby. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes, while a small smile formed on your lips.

╰ “You remember that song word for word after all these years?” You asked, walking closer to him. Lilia stopped singing and turned to you, a chuckle coming from his mouth.

╰ “My dear, the most important moments of our lives should never be forgotten. And you singing this lullaby to Silver for the first time is certainly one of them.”

╰ There was a hope. A hope that this ‘something’ hasn't died yet. You didn't want to hide it anymore. The feeling of love you held for Lilia was finally ready to be revealed to him.

╰ But before you could say anything, both you and Lilia suddenly got a notification on your phones, which turned out to be a reminder. ‘Kalim’s party at 9 PM’.

╰ You sighed and wiped away your tears with the sleeve of your school uniform jacket. “I should go now and inform Malleus about the party, in case he hasn't recieved an invitation again. You can… continue playing the guitar and singing.”

╰ On your way to Malleus' room, you couldn't stop thinking about what you had just seen and heard. You probably won't forget it during the party either. After all, the most important moments of your life should never be forgotten.

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Dancing Barefoot

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: this was slightly self-indulgent because Patti Smith is my personal god also baby Miller should be arriving in the next fic but this idea was stuck in my head and I HAD to write it

Summary: “I’ll never finish falling in love with you.” - Nicole Williams, Collared aka Joel helps you and the baby sleep ~800 words

Warnings: a little bittersweet, talks of Janey girl and Sarah bear, brief brief brief mention of a strained parent/child relationship, pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff

The moonlight streams from the windows, and the birds chirp sleepily outside. Ellie is safe in her bed, and Joel is lying on his right side beside you, occasionally mumbling something you never quite catch. You should be asleep. The baby should be asleep; instead, they're using you as their punching bag. You've been tossing and turning for thirty minutes, making the baby toss and turn just as much. You sigh and rub your face like it will be enough to soothe you and the baby to sleep.

"Can't sleep?" Joel mumbles, and you look at his back. You didn't even know he was awake, but you nod at the ceiling.

"Your kid is doing laps."

"Why is it my kid when he's misbehaving?" He asks as he turns to face you. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are heavy with sleep, but his hand still manages to find your bump in the dark. "Let your mama sleep." He says, poking at your stomach.

"I don't think poking our baby in the face is going to get them to sleep," you say, and he hums, half-asleep. You run your fingers through his curls and smile when he cuddles closer to you. "I think they want a song."

"The baby wants a song, or you want a song?"

"Both." You say. You catch the pull of his lips in the moonlight before he kisses your temple. He sighs as he gets out of bed and grabs his guitar from the corner. He perches on the edge of your bed shirtless, his silver scars on display without shame, and you remember each story associated with them— ghosts of the people you were before baby bumps and shared last names.

"What d'you want to hear?" He asks, strumming a few times to check the tuning.

"Do you know any Patti Smith?" You ask, and he turns to give you a look. "What? I had a life before you." He chuckles, and you lean against your headboard, hands resting on your swollen belly. He looks at the frets like they're an equation for a few slow moments before the familiar ballad fills the space. You smile as he quietly sings the words, mouthing them as he goes.

Little Miller seems to realize their dad is singing because you feel them move in time with the strums. If this kid loves music already, we're going to need more records, you think. You imagine little hands reaching for the guitar as Ellie or Joel play, adding their own dissonant sound to the song previously being played. Maybe you could hire someone in town to make tiny instruments for them to play with once they're big enough. The idea of a little jam circle with Ellie, Joel, and the baby makes your heart sing. As the song ends, Joel looks at you expectantly, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. The tiny heartbeat under your ribs has settled, only occasionally kicking to let you know they're still alive.

"Like clockwork," you say, and he smiles, gently placing the guitar back in its corner. "As judgy as you were with my request, you pulled that out pretty fast."

"I had a life before you," he echoes, and you roll your eyes as he slides back into bed with you. "Sarah didn't like most of the music I played in the truck, but she liked Patti."

"Smart girl."

"What music did Jane like?" He asks, and the way he says her name makes you want to cry. He says it as if it were holy and sacred because it always will be to you. You smile and cuddle close to him. His arms envelop you in warmth, and his smell surrounds you, and you feel safe.

"She was an old soul. She liked ABBA, Fleetwood Mac, and Janis Joplin. I'm convinced we played the Pearl album more than any other person on the planet," you say, kissing his shoulder. "Thank you for always asking about her."

"I like hearing about her," he says as if he were pointing out constellations— easy and undeniable. Her dad didn't even want to hear about her, and now this man who had never met her asks about her because you loved her. Because you still love her, and he loves you. This time, you do cry. You blame it on pregnancy hormones and a lack of sleep, but Joel knows it's something more. He kisses your tears away and rubs soothing circles into your back. "She'll always have a place in our home, d'you hear me?" He asks softly, and you nod.

You fall asleep in his arms that night and almost every night, but this time you dream of little feet standing on your kitchen table, dancing along to Janis Joplin's crooning. You dream of teasing Jane's hair to match Stevie Nicks’ on the cover of her Bella Donna album. You dream of the day she came home, suddenly detesting ballet and wanting to take drum lessons instead. Something tells you she left some of her rockstar energy with you, and the new baby is taking it all in— pieces of her left in so much more than just your memory now.

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dotdothoneypot · 10 months

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Text Me *teaser*

Synopsis: Geto×Reader fic. You're a spoiled little rich girl whose dad hired Geto and Gojo to be your bodyguard(babysitter more like). Inspired by Tangerine and Lemon from Bullet Train if you squint. Reader is a phone sex operator for fun. Geto finds out and shamelessness transpires.

Tw: sex work, mild kidnapping, rough horsing around with gojo, rough sex,maybe minor dub con elements, oral giving and receiving, afab femme reader, geto is kind of a creep but he's our creep so it's okay :3

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"There you are!"

A muffled sing song voice met with a giggle rang behind you. Before "huh" even got a chance to escape your lips, a cloth was almost suffocatingly slapped over your nose and mouth.

The club was loud, smokey, with eyes too drunk (and whatever else) to notice anything beyond the blurred lights surrounding them. Despite your resistance and attempts at screams, no one was the wiser you were essentially being kidnapped. Your captor effortlessly zigzagged amongst the crowd, and before you knew it, your ass was slammed against the backseat floor of an all black Escalade.

"Hey, baby! You miss us?" Looking up you see flourescent blue eyes. The most God forsaken blues you could ever hope to see.

"Oh fu-!"

His raven haired friend didn't say a word. He hopped in the front seat and let Gojo do the talking(as he always did).

"Dear old daddy said you weren't answering your phone. He had us catch up with ya. If you're going to be 'studying' half way across the world the least you could do is answer his texts." He slams the door in your face, letting out an impish laugh before hopping in the front seat and buckling up. "Safety first."

You shoot him a pointed glare. "Okay you see I'm fine. I'm going ba-" Geto stomps on the gas the sheer force knocks you even further back before he slams the break, knocking you forward again like a rag doll. "What's your fucking pro-"

Geto turns giving you the blankest stare he could muster. You were sure he practiced that shit in the mirror daily, with his brooding ass. "Your dad wants us to keep an eye on you, and I'm not quite in the mood to hang around your drunk friends all night."

"For the record, I was fine with it." Gojo shoots you that smile. Probably more to be around pretty girls than doing his job, that was nothing new.

Turning around and returning to the wheel, "we are going back to your apartment. You might want to buckle your seatbelt."

You roll your eyes and sit in the cold leather seats. At this point you knew better than to talk back or ask for anything else. If Gojo hadn't already convinced him to go ahead and party a bit, he wasn't going to.

"Oh, honey. At least buy me dinner first." You roll your eyes, securing your own belt then tap on Gojo's shoulder. "Put some music on," you hiss.

He grins eyes closed and pulls out his smart phone. "DADDY'S HOOOOME" shakes out the speakers.

"NO, NOT THIS AGAIN!" You reach forward to snatch his phone out his hands, his speed and strength by far outweighed your own. His big hand and spider leg fingers nearly swallowed your whole face entirely before shoving you backwards into your seat.

"My phone my song, babe!"

You scoff and face back out the window. Geto witnessed it from out the corner of his eye. "Don't be a dick, Satoru. We're already forcing her to go home." For as cold as he could be, he was also fair. Gojo makes a disgusted "blegh" Before handing you his phone.

"Fine, if I don't like it we're turning off the radio."

"Mhmm". You put on an r'nb Playlist you find and let it go. You knew that's the one genre the two of you had in common, earning no complaints from the silver fox in front of you.

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Kicking off your shoes you all drawl in.

"Would anyone like a drink?" A bit of you asked to your own self and a bit to them.

"Nah" Gojo slumps on your couch, kicking his feel on your coffee table. Geto also shook his head no and took a seat next to Gojo.

"Ah, Satoru!" Geto notes your PS5.

"Oooohhh! When did you get this, babe?!"

"A few weeks ago." Coffee it is then. You rummage through your cabinets for the coffee tin. "I'm gonna brew some up then go change. Try not to miss me too much."

You saunter into your room and after rummaging through your drawer for a bit you settle for some booty shorts an a long sleeved pajama top that barely covered your ass.

You let out a small side, boredom already bleeding through you. Your friends were probably all drunk and enjoying themselves, getting free drinks they didnt need from the both the ugly and blessed.

On the ride home you'd texted them saying you were safe, that youd only been kidnapped by Gojo and Geto *again*, sending them a pic of the two arguing confirming your trecherous situation. Of course, all they were interested in was you hooking up and getting the dick report for them finally. Hoes.

An itch tickles at your better judgment as you shift your phone along in your hands. Coming to a decision a few taps and scrolls, you were now available to sext. Did you need the money? Absolutely not. You never would. But a little bit of cheeky fun was in order if you were gonna be stuck in your apartment with those two.

On a busy *and horny* Saturday night it might be a bit before you got a buzz, you hop back to the living area with tweedle dee and tweedle dum sitting your phone on the coffee table and skipping into your kitchen, snatching the coffee you mixed to your liking.

"Ahhh~" and not a moment after your tail met the seat between them-

"Where's ours?" Gojo pouts at your mug.

"Uh you said you didn't want any?"

"Satoru and I thought you meant alcohol. I would prefer tea but Satoru likes coffee. His extra sweet, please." The smile on Geto's face would have been pleasant if it wasn't so obviously teasing.

"Ugh fine" you sit up and nearly slam your mug on the coffee table, none the wiser than Geto is following your every move with a small smirk. "What else, my king. When I get back I'll give you both the sloppiest of toppy while I'm at it." By then you're already in your small kitchen rummaging through k cups and tins of various teas. They were gonna get whatever you had the most of and like it.

As the hot water was dispersing in Geto's mug you hear a vibrate from the coffee table. Ah shit.

"Ha ha. What a funny number. What's it-"

You lunge full speed back to the TV area, snatching your smart phone that Gojo was dangling in the face of Geto eyebrow raised.

"Haha ah I was only joking. I didn't even read it. But now I wanna-" Before he could reach out his hand you snatched it away from him.

"Could you please grow up and mind your business?"

"Don't be mad at me. Was that a boyfriend."

Too caught up in Gojo's teasing, going back and forth with him like bickering children "I don't have a boyfriend, numb nuts. So no." you don't even notice Geto had picked up who the source of the number could be. More or less what it's for at least. It would be something he'd have to get back to later. He was practically babysitting you afterall.

"Sweetheart, weren't you making us coffee and tea? The water is getting cold."

"Yeah, babe. You can text your boyfriend later. Make us our drinks."

"Oh, honey. I'll get right to it. Want me to hold the piss this time."

Gojo fake pouts, "baby, that's the best part."

An eyeroll or two later their drinks were deliciously made. Earning a hum of approval from Gojo and sweet thank your from Geto.

"You're playing Fortnite? How fitting. Beat any nine year olds yet." You snort before plopping back down between them. Geto's manspread 'coincidentally' widening, give you some thigh to thigh action. Thinking it an accident, you tuck your legs under you, and grab the throw blanket to snuggle solo in.

"The nine year olds are the toughest opponents. You should know since the game was already downloaded and you're a level 98"

"I play with my nephew."

"I bet you do."

Another buzz and vibrate of your phone. Sneakily you try to examine the message with a shield from your covers. Gojo is too busy scrolling through skins to choose from for his next match. Geto, however, is looking for confirmation of his suspicions.

You don't even note the added warmth of his body heat when he ever so slightly shifts closer to you to get a peek at your screen. That signature wry smirk tugging at his lips when he reads the flirty hello followed by your sultry 'stage' name.

#geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #black reader

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Dance With My Father Again

Summary: Andy escorts Bianca and Katrina to a Father Dance. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Andy’s Hate of Country Music, Child Bribery, Minors DNI

A/N: This scenario is based on something that happened between myself and my own dad when I was the girl’s age. It’s a good memory for me. Apologies for bashing country music. All mistakes my own. Written on my phone. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!

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“Alright ladies, let’s put the finishing touches on these outfits before Daddy sees you.”

Both girls look at themselves in the mirror. And when Bianca does a little spin, Katrina is quick to do the same.

“We lookin’ pretty Mama?” Your older baby asks.

“Gorgeous.”

Bianca was wearing a dress with a black bodice that flared out into a white chiffon tutu covered in back polka dots. Whereas Katrina had chosen a sparkly silver ensemble that ended just below her knees.

Per her request, you’d straightened BiBi’s hair and then spun it into big, loose curls. And as for your other girl, you’d slicked her hair back and piled it high on top of her head.

And for the final touch? A small spritz of perfume and a dab of pink lipgloss.

“We ready, Mama?”

“I think so. In fact, I think Daddy is gonna be blown away.”

Opening the door, you lead them to the top of the stairs.

“Daddy! Are you ready to see your dates for the evening?”

“Ready?” Your husband yells back. “I can hardly wait!”

Arm in arm, you lead them both down the stairs. “Close your eyes, honey…”

You make it the bottom and hand the girls their respective purses. “You can open them now.”

When he does, your suit clad husband gasps before clutching his chest and falling backwards onto the couch.

Jesus, how they looked like their Mama! God, he was gonna be in trouble when they hit puberty…

“Oh. My. Goodness. You two look stunning. I mean absolutely stunning.” The goofy smile on his face let’s you know that he means every word. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two more beautiful little creatures!”

They weren’t going to be allowed to date until he was dead and gone…

Blushing softly, your sweet girls do a little spin. “We picked these out ourselves.” Bianca tells him.

“Well, you both look amazing. So amazing, that Daddy went out and got these just for you.” Reaching over, your man pulls out two plastic boxes containing…

Two different colored corsages.

“C’mere, my lovely ladies.” He beckons. “This pink one is for my brilliant BiBi.” Andy places if on her little wrist. “And this purple one is for my creative little KitCat.

“Bootiful, Dada.” She delicately strokes the flowers on her wrist.

“Yeah! Beautiful gift from our handsome Daddy. We’d kiss you, but lip gloss.” She tells him.

You rub your swollen belly and smile. “Alright, let Mama get a picture of the best looking trio in town before our Prince Charming here whisks you off to the ball.”

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Holding hands with the most gorgeous girls this side of Boston, he walks them into their school gym.

Huh. He thinks to himself. These decorations are odd…

The invite that was sent home in their folders had nothing about a country western theme…

“Oh good God.” He mutters to himself. “Please tell me tonight isn’t what I think it is. Please tell me it’s not…”

“Well, howdy pardner!” A man by the name of Mr. Bruins greets you. “And welcome to this here Square Dance!”

Andy feels himself go pale. If there was one thing he hated more than dangerous criminals, banana pudding, and slow walkers…it was Country Music.

Especially Square Dancing.

Immediately, his girls move to the center of the floor and start dancing their little hearts out.

“C’mon Daddy!”

With a sigh, he two-steps his way over, clapping his hands the whole time.

He’d do anything for his girls, but he would also do anything to get out of this nightmare.

Andy needed a plan - one that wouldn’t upset his girls. So he had to think…

And then think some more.

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Thirty minutes later…

He’d been dancing nonstop with his babies. Throwing them in the air. Swinging them around. At one point, he’d thought he’d lost KitCat…

Only to realize his already tiny baby girl had done the splits and gotten stuck.

“C’mon ladies, let’s go grab ourselves some punch.”

He leads them over to the snack table and gets them something to drink before unleashing his plan.

“Now, ladies…I know we’re all having a good time, but Daddy has an idea about something even more fun that we could do. You wanna hear it?”

“Yeah!” They both shout.

Andy crouches down in front of them. “Okay, so we could stay here…

And let Daddy’s ears bleed.

“Or, we could get outta here and go see a movie. I’m talkin’ all the candy, popcorn, and soda you want.”

Their eyes go wide.

“I’m talking Sour Patch Kids, Gummy Bears, Reese Pieces…whatever your little hearts desire.”

“And nachos wif’ dah popcorn?” BiBi asks.

“Yep. Sure. Sounds fantastic.”

Andrew Barber was a desperate man.

“And Daddy will hand you his phone so you girls can figure out what movie you want to see on the way to the theatre. Think of it as an extra special date - just the three of us.”

He flashes then his most charming smile. It worked on everyone, even his wife…sometimes.

“Okay! Movie night!” Screeches Bianca. “And special date wif’ our Daddy! C’mon KitCat, to dah car.”

Katrina grabs his big hand and drags him out and away from his personal hell.

Thank goodness for his girls.

And for his belief in bribery.

END

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extraavocado · 6 months

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Darling, you look wonderful tonight.

Alex and Henry have been together for almost three years, and plans for the future are at the backs of both of their minds. Little does the other know they may have the same idea for the perfect anniversary gift. And that by the end of the night, they are going to be the soon-to-be The Diaz-Fox's, both of them already choosing what last name they'd take into married life.

And Then He Asks Me, Do I look Alright, And I Say, Darling, You Look Wonderful Tonight.

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“Sweetheart, have you chosen a suit for our anniversary dinner yet? ” Henry asked the week before, wanting to make sure that they both had what they wanted ready to go, he knew Alex wasn’t one for fancy dates or fancy suits, but it felt like a special occasion ( it was going to be one ), the suit he’d chosen was a baby blue suit with a dark blue shirt, with gold accents, something Alex often told him brought out not only the color of his eyes but made the golden hues of his hair shine too, getting reservations at L’Artusi had been difficult, but he’d managed it, how he wasn’t sure, but wanted to show Alex off, show the world just how pretty the man he loved was. His gift had been a challenge to get, then again Alex would argue it was Henry’s because how do you get someone’s ring size without asking them and alerting them to your plans?

Alex rolled his eyes playfully as he put down the book he’d been trying to read and wrapped his arms around Henry, bringing him into a soft, sweet kiss “Dont worry, your pretty head baby, I’ve got it specially made at that place you told me about, like a good boy”. Henry would have argued that Alex very rarely listened to him and wasn’t a good boy but he didn’t want to ruin the soft mood they had going. Alex had made sure that he got a suit that would compliment his features and complexion, he didn’t want to disappoint Henry, after all, he knew the place they were going had taken him months to secure a reservation for their anniversary itself, shocking really, but he also knew that this was part of Henry and his love language so never said anything, even if he did feel it was slightly excessive.

In secret, Henry had asked Nora for help, and Henry had asked Pez, how the other never caught wind of what was going on was a mystery, but then again, why would they question their friends asking questions about jewelry and watches, it seemed like a normal conversation, especially since, being with Alex, Henry had started to wear more feeling more comfortable with expressing himself, that, and Alex had given him one of the many rings he wore and it comforted him, especially now his signet ring and Alex’s old house key were stored in their memory box. Sneaking around felt wrong, but the good kind of wrong, and well if anything, Aunty Pez would be glad to see Henry happy, and Nora had always known that deep down Alex wanted to marry, he just hadn’t known it.

And Then He Asks Me, Do I look Alright, And I Say, Darling, You Look Wonderful Tonight

Henry’s phone is resting on the nightstand his romantic songs playlist is playing as he’s putting the final touches to his outfit, inside his jacket pocket sat a ring box, on the inside was a ring, a beautiful silver band, with the inscription on the inside And because of this handsome peasant boy, the prince's armor began to fall away. A memory of the story he’d once told Alex, it was their story, a story being written at the time, it was still being written now, but Henry had let the final part of his armor down and was now proud, he wasn’t afraid of the world, because in Alex, he found a new strength, a new hope for life. Now his and Alex’s love was his armor and he was ready to stand at whatever came at him….at them.

The soft melodic music was echoing through their place, causing Alex to smile where he was getting ready, his deep crimson suit, white shirt, and black tie had all been chosen for a reason, inside his jacket pocket was the ring he’d chosen for Henry his too was inscribed, his was more of a paraphrase from one of their old emails, but it still meant a lot to him, he wanted to show he’d meant it then, and he’d mean it always. Tengo a mi Príncipe, que me adora genuinamente, el rey de mi corazón y de mi alma. His was of course in Spanish because he was a romantic nerd, but he also knew Henry loved it when he spoke Spanish, so why not give him a small amount to carry with him each day?

Alex walked into his and Henry’s bedroom, as the sound of Wonderful Tonight started to play, he lent in the doorway for a few moments before he was spotted by his other half and brought into his arms, the taller male pressing a kiss to Alex’s cheek as he slow danced with him, something they hadn’t done in a long while, humming softly along to the soft music, his lips pressed to Alex’s ear as he sang along, changing the words as he went, so it suited them more, “And then he asked me, do I look alright, and I say yes my darling, you look wonderful tonight.” He brought his hand up to Alex’s chin and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, it was true though, he did look wonderful, and the suit had been the perfect choice.

I feel wonderful Because I see the love light in your eyes

At dinner they were shown to their private room, something Henry had asked for if it were possible, mostly because he didn’t want everyone getting wind of what may happen, he wanted to keep that between himself and Alex, of course, they’d tell their friends ( in reality, Nora, Pez, and Bea ) We’re already well aware of the plans they both had and found it amusing that the two men who’d been too stubborn to see how deeply they were in love, were now planning to ask each other to marry them on the same day. It was going to be perfect, that’s if they both got over their nerves and stopped asking so weirdly.

“ Sweetheart, are you okay, you’re unusually quiet?” Henry’s voice broke through Alex’s thoughts as they sat waiting for their main course to be brought out, he was so used to the animated and excited way he spoke that he thought he had broken, or that he’d gotten overwhelmed by everything. Alex swore to himself, he’d not noticed he’d been that quiet then again, Henry was too, though he had always been known for his more shy and reserved state so it wasn’t that surprising. He nodded and flashed a warm smile at Henry, his eyes finding the others, searching for the sparkle he always found there and sighing in comfort “I’m good baby, just feeling wonderful, I can feel the love in your eyes, I’ve always felt it in your eyes.” Henry couldn’t help but smile and shake his head, he missed the romantic side of Alex, it often stayed hidden, but this felt nice. It felt like the Alex who used to send him flirty texts ( He still did, but he also sent a lot of texts that, as he’d once put it, were not safe for anyone’s eyes but his.) Henry brought Alex’s hand up to his and pressed a light kiss on his ring ringer, which caused his heart to flutter, soon the would be a band here. Soon he’d be able to gaze at his hands even more as he spoke with them.

Once they were done with food and they were more relaxed, a bottle of wine half drunk between them, their hands together across, the table playing with each other's fingers, just talking, and enjoying the night out for their anniversary, Henry glanced at Alex, the loose curls cupping his face, the way he looked as if he were blushing every time he spotted Henry looking, he wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. He moved his hand away to take the small box from inside his pocket, playing with it in his lap, not realizing that Alex had done the same. It was now or never. Henry was the one who got there first though, he was up from his seat and at Alex’s side, ring box open, his voice shaking as he did so, it wasn’t as if he’d been rehearsing this in his head for weeks now.

“Alexander Claremont-Diaz, ever since we met, you have captivated me to no end, You’ve broken down bridges and my armor to be the one I can turn to when the is a storm inside my head, the one who can bring me back when I am on the edge. Your smile, your intelligence, and your willingness to love someone, someone who thought they would never find happiness, you guided me to find the light within myself and told me I was enough, told me that my love was everything you’ve needed. And I love you, you were the one who I was searching for. Will You Marry Me?”

He rested the ring box on the table, took the hand of Alex’s that was closest to him ( Thankfully not the one with the box in), And pressed a kiss to it, he hadn't looked up, he didn’t want Alex to see the happy tears that were falling down his cheeks, he didn’t want to admit that he was so happy in love that it made him cry to think about them being husbands, showing the world wrong.

Alex got down on the floor at Henry’s height moved his fingers to Henry’s cheek and wiped away the tears “Baby look at me please?” and smiled softly showing Henry the box he’d been holding too and placed it in his hand so he could see the ring, his hand was shaking at he got the box Henry had placed on the table and brought it down to them too, his own eyes sparking with tears. “To answer your question yes Henry, yes I’ll marry you, there's nothing I’d want more, but now I have a question for you too.” He kissed Henry softly, and sweetly before settling back and taking Henry’s hand in his, stroking a thumb over his ring finger as he spoke too, his accent was softer than usual, but the same light drawl he had was there, causing Henry’s smile to widen even more.

“Henry Fox, I promised that I would always look after and cherish your heart, you may no longer be the prince of England, but you will always be my prince, the king of my heart and my soul. When I felt empty and lost, you made me feel complete again, you understand me in ways I don’t understand myself, and despite how much I used to annoy you, you stayed around, I will always storm any castle for you, with you, for our love, for what we want in the future. From the moment I laid eyes on you, and that smile of yours, I knew I wanted to be yours forever, the only one who ever made sense in my heart, you are my soulmate, the one who came to me in my dreams. I love you too, so will you Marry Me?”

Was it cheesy yes, would they have it any other way? No, this was them and somehow it did fit the narrative for how they’d both been talking recently, in a mixture of laughter and tears through little kisses, and nose nuzzles, they somehow slid the ring onto the other's finger, hands shaking as they did so. It was now official, Henry somewhere along the way had said Yes to Alex’s question, in a blur of laughter and joy. Henry hummed softly and pressed a soft kiss to Alex’s lips then cupped his cheeks and gazed into those beautiful eyes of his. Wondering how he’d gotten so lucky. He then wrapped his arms around him from behind, taking a few moments to enjoy cuddling before they’d need to leave and head home. Henry had learned a little bit of Spanish wanting to impress Alex, a kiss on his cheek and then neck.

“Cariño, te amo, por siempre y para siempre”

And with that, Alex took Henry’s hand in his and kissed him softly before leading them out, back to their brownstone house, back to the place they called home, where they were now starting a new chapter in life, as soon-to-be husbands. A whisper through a stolen kiss as they entered their place, a smile etched onto their faces.

“Te amo también Henry Díaz Fox”

#firstprince fic #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fanfic #rwrb henry #henry hanover stuart fox #prince henry #alex claremont diaz #rwrb movie #firstprince #rwrb

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347-emeraldbitch · 2 years

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Walk Walk Fashion Baby

Dearest siblings,

Mother and father refuse to take my money to help with the household, so to spite them I’m wasting it on you four!!! I’m mad at them right now, so it’s an appropriate response.

I know you know about the up and coming Yule Ball and I want to make sure you all look your best. I saw the outfits our lovely mother plans on sending and I’m putting my foot down!!! I’ve seen what I’ve needed to see, and it’s a no. You can call me prissy all you want but even I wouldn’t wear these “traditional” wizard robes. Those outfits are a crime against fashion!!! I cannot stand for this.

I’ve sent photos of the offense to Bill and Charlie who were both rightfully horrified. As your older brothers we are doing you a favor. You will be best dressed!!!

Ron! You will get the cobalt blue robs. The silver details will bring out the lighter shade of blue in your eyes.

For Ginny an emerald green. I better see that pretty long red hair down little miss!!! Mum and Bill are sending you some silver jewelry.

Fred gets the royal purple while George gets the plum. It’s a special night, you’re allowed some individuality. Charlie and I agreed on the copper trim. Mum gave you those pretty brown eyes. Put them to good use!!!

Have fun!!!

xoxo,

Percy, Charlie, & Bill ♥️

Harry tries to not laughter at the utter confusion on Ron’s face as he reads the letter from his older brothers.

“Ron! Let me see!!! I’ve been trying to get into mum’s jewelry all summer!!!”

“What’s the difference between the shades of purple?”

“Dunno. But mine is loads better I bet.”

“How rude.”

Ron pulls out his robes-brand NEW robes and passes his hands over the material, “it’s so soft.”

“They’re lovely Ron. Very blue to match your eyes. Percy has good taste.” Hermione smiles.

“Thank you,” The top of Ron’s ears burn.

“Ronniekins you can flirt later. Pass me my robes. I want to show Angie. Make sure we match.” Fred winks at his brother

“Yes, pass the package. I want to see how lovely I look too!!!” George bats his oh so pretty brown eyes.

“Our brothers wasted money on you two. Obviously Ginny is going to be the prettiest!!!” Ron snaps back.

“True, but I’m pretty too so.”

“No, George is the better looking twin.”

“Thank you!”

“Oy!”

They end up seeing Percy at the Yule Ball. Their brother is wearing cerulean blue. Red curls all neat and in place. Uh, he should give Harry some pointers. Percy acts just like their mother and makes them take pictures!?

“Percy, where did you get a camera?!?!?” Ron is mortified, but his siblings are smug. They’re pleased not only to see Percy but are loving the attention. Ron wants to die of embarrassment.

“I bought it for tonight of course! Now let me see!!! I promised everyone pictures. Oh you all look so lovely!!! I knew we picked the right colors!!!” 😍

Percy takes a group shot of them, “this one is for mum. She’s sending it to family so smile!!!”

They also take individual shots. There’s one of Ginny spinning to show off her robes, one of Fred dipping George, and one of Ron laughing. Those he will send to Bill and Charlie. Percy also takes pictures of his siblings with their dates. “Everyone looks wonderful!” Ron and even his siblings’ dates do end up liking their little photo shoot.

Padma [(what a lovely young lady, well done little brother,) Ron looks likes he’s about to throw himself into the Black Lake] takes a picture of all five Weasleys.

Harry smiles at the redheads, “it must be nice to have siblings.”

“It is.” Parvati answers back. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.”

Harry hears yelling and looks back to the Weasleys who are forming a human pyramid?!?!

“Harry!!! Get your skinny arse over here!!! This shot is for Bill and you need SIX people not five George!! Thank Merlin Fred is good at maths.”

“It’s not my fault! Mum and da spaced us out!”

“Eww. Please stop talking.”

“On second thought, having multiple siblings looks extra difficult,” Parvati giggles into her hand.

Professional McGonagall breaks them up in the middle of their first year dragon saving reenactment photo (what do you mean you snuck out a dragon to Romania!!!! Oppps) for Charlie to line up the champions.

The night looks good.

Bill frames the photos he received. One wall in his home is dedicated to photos of family and friends. The group picture waves to him constantly. They always greet him home.

Charlie cackles at his younger siblings shenanigans. He has miniatures made of the photos. He carries them in his inner pockets. The one next to his heart.

The pyramid:

Ginny

Ron, Harry

George, Percy, Fred

#percy weasley #weasley siblings #older sibling problems #all those redheads and no one is in green? blue? purple?!?!?#like excuse me #redhead rights #older siblings with money coming through #no fashion victims here #10/10 haute couture #what do you mean there’s no photo booth #this is definitely a winter formal #ron weasley #hp

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scolbert22 · 1 year

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Were-fatty : Muscular and ripped but fattens up every full moon

Full Moon

My roommate Derek was hot.

Like Hot hot.

Like 7 percent body fat, 6 foot 4 inches of ginger furred sex machine hot.

I had trouble seeing the appeal though, because he was also an inconsiderate douchebag. He never cleaned up after himself, and when he wasn't at the gym, he would be loudly streaming in the living room! But it was difficult to deny that he was hot. I mean beside his massive internet following, Derek brought home a different girl every night.

Well, every night except full moons...

I had chalked it up to coincidence at first, but now after two years, I had become convinced that my roommate was a werewolf. And I was going to prove it.

After months of research on supernatural forums, I had put together a collection of silver jewelry, a squirt gun full of holy water, and the most important part of the plan: A poster with the phases of the moon with a large full moon in the center.

I got the idea from xXwolfboyy69Xx, who pointed out that would catch him off guard, and that if things got out of hand I could always roll the poster up and he'd turn back.

Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but how crazy is your roommate coming home the morning after every full moon in shredded clothes?

I picked a day we both had off, and I told him we needed to discuss something in the roommate agreement. He'd rolled his eyes, but it was plausible since he was a pretty sloppy roommate. He came out of his room and sat on the couch.

"Alright bro, what's up?" He sighed.

I took a deep breath, counted to three in my head, and unrolled the poster.

Derek's eyebrows knit together in confusion, and then he grunted and grabbed his stomach. He got up and tried to head for the door, but a convulsion wracked through him and he fell to the ground, howling. His ears were becoming pointed and furry!

I pinned the poster up to the bulletin board on the wall behind me, and grabbed the squirt gun out of the back of my pants, training it on him.

My poor roomie shredded his shirt, convulsing on the floor, clawing at his torso. I watched as his red body hair thickened, becoming denser across his chest, shoulders and back. Then I realized he was getting bigger...but not in the way I'd anticipated.

I watched as his pale, freckled flesh began to surge forward in pulses, his abs softening, and then vanishing. Now a belly forming, and then a sizable gut. He rolled over, and I watched a pair of love handles bloom, round and wobbling and...biteable. They pushed down the waistband of his pants, beginning to reveal a very different pale white moon from the one pinned on our notice board. Over his exposed crack, a fluffy ginger tail slowly sprouted. His growling and grunting began to fade.

Finally, the plump ginger rolled onto his back again, laying spreadeagle on the floor. His plump white belly rose and fell as his breathing levelled out. I looked at this giant man that had once been my svelte fuckboi roommate. At this size, with all that hair, I kind of saw the appeal. In fact, even with the ears and tail he was the hottest I'd ever seen him. But he could still be dangerous.

Hesitantly, I reached out with my free hand and placed it on his belly. Instantly, the chubby dude's eyes snapped open, and he looked down at me. I feared the worst until his long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth and he started panting happily.

I set to work scratching the werewolf's wobbling belly and he kicked in delight, whimpering and panting. I reached up and played with one of his giant new man-tits too, which elicited a howl that I could only take as approving.

"So this is what you were hiding from me, huh boy?" I baby talked the giant man-beast, scratching under his bearded chin. "Well, I think I like you much better this way! Who's my big boy? You are!" Derek licked my face in response. I looked up at the poster I'd pinned to the wall and smiled to myself. Immediately, I got up and opened sat at Derek's computer setup. He'd never let me touch it before, but now he trotted behind me, setting his round head in my lap and looking up at me lovingly. I opened his Amazon account.

"Now let's see...We'll need a couple more of those posters, just to make sure we have a full moon every day," I smirked down at my much more agreeable roommate. "And then...collar, dog bed... Do you think Purina makes werewolf chow?"

#male tf #male weight gain #werewolf

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cherry-velvet-skies · 1 year

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Welcome back to another installment of Rating Beatle Eras By What They Looked Like! (Still kinda working on the title 😅)

Part 2: Ringo 🥰 Now our sweet bby Bongo has had many eras so let's get right into it 😁

Stormy Hurricane (Pre-Beatles Era)

Now I will say out of all the Beatles, Ringo definitely looked the best in the Teddy Era

The bit of facial hair he has paired with that sleek silver streak is totally working for him

Plus I see that he knew rings were going to be his theme from the very beginning

7/10 we're starting off pretty strong here and I hope it stays that way lol

Tough Guy Attitude (1962)

Honestly still giving Teddy Era vibes even though he looks completely different

Ringo had baby bangs before they were cool

I know the outfit is kinda basic but he looks fabulous anyway

8/10 nothing too extravagant but he's still handsome regardless

Aspiring CEO of a Hairdressing Franchise (1963-64)

The Mop Top has officially emerged

I feel like if he wasn't a musician the hairdresser thing would've totally worked out

The look is softer than the previous two eras and I feel like that suits him better

8/10 again because even though it's a simple look he still rocks it

Human Sacrifice (1965-66)

I know y'all thought this hairstyle was atrocious but I gotta be honest it's not THAT bad

Like in the Help! movie I thought he looked really cute, and in '66 his hair is the same just longer

I will agree though that the whole longer sideburns thing did very little to help this look lmao

8.5/10 and I know that's a high score but he looks adorable and I will stand by that

Master's Degree From Fashion School (1967)

No because I love this. I used to not like it but now I love it

This era didn't feel like Ringo to me at first which is why I didn't like it, but now I see how he embodies it and I'm so into it

This photo doesn't even need to be in color for me to know there are probably 17 different colors in that outfit and I fucking love that

10/10 and I also love that little pin he's wearing it's so sweet

Textbook Definition of Tareme (1968) (pls google tareme if you don't know what it means I don't know how to explain it)

RICHIEEEEE MY SWEET BABYYYYY 🥺💕

He officially entered Poor Little Meow Meow status when he looked like this and I will not accept criticism

I know I didn't choose a picture from it but the Mad Day Out photoshoot I'm- he looked so precious

1000/10 I want to hug and kiss him NOW 😤

Tumble Starker (1969)

AWOOGA (sorry)

Ringo's best era change my mind (you can't)

I know it looks super similar to the previous one but there is something different here. The last one was cute this is just sexy I mean we can't lie

37561239/10 this man could do anything he wants to me 🥴🥴🥴

500 BC Genetics (1970)

I'm- no. I'm sorry I can't.

Richie bby what were you thinking

He looks like he's wearing his hair and beard like a bicycle helmet

1/10 only because I like his outfit. The rest is unredeemable.

Jesus Impersonator (1971)

The hair is cool but I'm not liking the beard so much

His sense of style is still going strong but between the last era and this I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster

How does his hair grow so fast

5/10 I'm going right in the middle because I neither love nor hate this

Full Coverage (1972)

Well would you look at that the hair got better and the beard got worse

I swear he must secretly be one of those hair salon dolls where you press a button and their hair grows like ten inches in two seconds because HOW

I mean I'm sure it keeps his face warm so I guess that's a plus

6/10 I like it slightly more than Jesus Impersonator but not by much

That'll Be The Slay (1973)

This look had me twirling my hair and giggling like bro he's so fine omg 🥵

I usually don't like this hairstyle but it so works on him

Plus the star earrings are yoU KIDDING ME

100/10 also his character deserved SO MUCH BETTER IN THIS MOVIE I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT 😤😤😤

Beard Redemption Arc (1974)

What a surprise the beard is back

But would you believe me if I said I liked it this time

It's like a combination of the last two eras and I think I've finally found a hair and beard combo I appreciate

7.5/10 a pretty damn good hair to beard ratio

The Rise of the Silver Streak (1975)

WE HAVE OUR FIRST DILF ERA Y'ALL

I know he had already been a Dad for several years at this point, but this is the first era to actually exude that dilf energy we all know and love

Also I know that the little silver streak in his hair can be seen in many previous eras as well but I feel like he really embraced it here idk

9/10 I'm really vibing with this one

Character Development (1976)

Why does every person who has such luscious hair have that one era where they decide to chop it all off

I mean if I remember correctly he was going through a lot during this time so maybe he just needed a drastic change or something

I do appreciate the silver streak being on FULL DISPLAY

4.5/10 not for me but I respect it

Ognir Rrats (1977-80)

I must say his fashion was on point during this time

A lot of these eras start to blend together after a while since they all look pretty similar lmao

But that doesn't mean that the quality factor goes away. He still manages to pull off most of them

8/10 and the Ognir Rrats movie lives in my brain rent free

YMCA (1981-82)

SEXY COP RINGO NATION RISE UP

Why does he look so good like this omg

I'm not even attracted to the cop uniform usually but I guess that's just the power of Ringo

9/10 this is my guilty pleasure Ringo era

*asdfmovie voice* I Like Trains (1983-86)

Even though I wasn't born yet when Ringo was the Thomas the Tank Engine narrator I somehow still remember hearing his voice when I watched it as a kid

Which is even wilder because he was the narrator for the UK version and I live in America

The conductor look does suit him though

8/10 because watching the show now and hearing him make little voices for all the different trains is top tier comedy

Commercial King (1987-88)

Ringo did more ad cameos in this era than I can count

I'm also confused about the commercials where he couldn't even actually try the product because of his food sensitivities (looking at you, Pizza Hut)

This era is similar to Rise of the Silver Streak, except a little less dilf and a little more "rockstar who wants to branch out and try new things"

8/10 and if you haven't seen the commercial he did for a Japanese sparkling apple juice company, I highly suggest you watch it it's hilarious 🤭

Volleyball Player Braids (1989)

You either get the title or you don't there's no in between

These little braids both suited him and looked very out of place

At least his hair was long enough again to the point where he could braid it

7/10 not my favorite, but he looked good and he knew it too

Experimentation (1990-92)

This is pretty much his default look at this point but the title does have a purpose

He had a mullet briefly in '91 and then promptly got rid of it lmao

Something tells me he made the right choice because despite not choosing a photo of it, it honestly didn't look that great

7/10 I respect him for not only experimenting but acknowledging when something is not working for him

Classic Rock Chic (1993-96)

When I tell you this look goes SO HARD 🥵

He IS a rockstar and is making sure everyone is gonna know it

I know he looked like this for about four years but I wish it lasted longer. This look peaked in '95 and there was nothing else like it 😌

25/10 I feel like I have to file this under the dilf category because I'm too attracted to it for it to be anything else 🤭💕

Fountain of Youth (1997-2020)

I am not joking when I say that he looked EXACTLY the same for TWENTY-THREE YEARS STRAIGHT

He cut his hair short again in '97 and then said fuck it we're staying like this

I do think it's funny how he had so many different eras when he was younger and once he entered his sixties he just found one he liked and stuck with it

5.5/10 I guess the short hair suits him but I'm just admiring the fact that he wanted something more low maintenance as he got older lol

All-Starr (2021-Present Day)

His hair is longer again and honestly I think he looks great

I love that the earrings and ombre sunglasses have not left since the 70s/80s because I absolutely love them

The peace sign necklace is also a serve and I'm not ashamed to say that he is the reason I bought one that looks exactly like it 🤭

8.5/10 he's really just adopted that rich guy aesthetic where he either dresses so cool it makes him look thirty years younger or he just wears tracksuits 90% of the time and honestly I love that for him 😌💕

#I thought the first one took long this took me almost two days lmao #Oddly enough for some eras it's really difficult to find HD photos of Ringo #ringo starr #richard starkey #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney

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elementaldoughnut12 · 10 months

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"Birthday Cowgirl"

*Contains sexual content and feminization also happy birthday Hangman Adam Page! You sexy cowboy himbo!*

It's Adam's 32nd birthday and well...he's a little nervous about what's he's about to do when he leaves the bathroom. He just patched things up with the Dark Order and more specifically with his boyfriends Alex Reynolds and John Silver and they bought him a special little outfit to try on tonight. The panties were light pink and made of lace with little bows on the sides which were snug and showed the outline of his half hard member. The matching bra was also pink and lacy with little bows on them and also showed off his pecs and chest hair perfectly. To top the outfit off Adam had on a soft pair of pink and white striped socks that went up to his knees.

After tightening the bra so it could accentuate his pecs better, Adam took a deep breath and walked out the bathroom. Alex and John were only wearing their boxers and talking about the Barbie movie they all saw earlier when Adam walked out and the moment they saw him they were left speechless. Adam was trembling with nervous energy and arousal when he felt his dick get fully hard and stretch out the soft undergarment. He was about to go back into the bathroom when Alex got up from the bed and walked towards Adam and put his hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply.

"You look absolutely beautiful baby girl" Alex says while caressing Adam's cheek with his thumb. All of Adam's nerves went away when he felt John hug him tightly from the front. "Awww our little cowgirl looks absolutely scrumptious in her new outfit we got her!" John says as he nuzzles his head on Adam's chest. Adam blushes at the nicknames because he loves when he gets called a girl and wears lingerie in the bedroom, it makes him feel soft and tiny considering he acts like a badass cowboy at work. "Y-you really like it?" Adam says while blushing and hiding his face with his hair.

Alex tilted Adam's chin up and Adam nearly melted at the seductive look Alex had on his face. "Sweetheart... we wouldn't have bought it if we thought you wouldn't look super adorable in it right John?" Alex says while John was shaking his head in agreement while bouncing his feet. "Yeah! Yeah! You don't wanna know how many teeth I had to get so the tooth fairy can give us enough money to buy this for you!" John says with a smile which causes Adam to giggle.

"What about you go lay down on the bed like a good girl and let me and John take care of you for your birthday ok?" Alex says which causes Adam to whimper and blush intensely. When Adam is laying flat on his back on the bed, Alex bends Adam's legs while John gets between them. Adam can feel John's puffs of air on his dick through the panties which causes Adam to whimper and a tiny wet spot to form on the fabric. "Look Alex! Our precious girl is getting wet! She must really like this! So can I start please?" John asks excitedly while rubbing his hands up and down Adam's sock covered legs.

"Yes Johnny you can start on her down there while I start on her soft pretty tits up here" Alex says as he then kisses Adam and pinches his hard nipples through the bra which causes Adam to moan during the kiss. Adam then feels John pull down his panties and lick a stripe up Adam's cock which causes Adam to leak even more. "You like that don't you pretty girl?" Alex says as he starts to suck a hickie on Adam's tits while John starts to suck on the head of Adam's dick while also stroking the base. "Y-yes don't s-stop.. o-oh god!!!" Adam moans as John starts swirling his tongue around his dick and goes down further. Alex pulls Adam's bra down to show off his hardened nipples and puts one in his mouth and starts to suck and bite on it which causes Adam to put his hand on Alex's head to keep him there.

Adam started to feel a tingling sensation in his lower belly as Alex starts to suck on his neck and John puts Adam's whole dick in his mouth and sucks faster. "I-I'm about to..." Adam starts to say as Alex kisses him deeply and John starts to suck faster. "Come on birthday girl... you can let go for us" Alex says as he goes back to Adam's neck and starts to suck again. With Alex taking a bite out of Adam's neck and John pulling his mouth off and starting to strip his dick while squeezing his balls...Adam burst.

With one loud moan Adam spurted rope after hot rope of jizz that went all the way up his stomach and nearly hitting his bra. He started sobbing when John's stroking became too much and gently pushed him off with his foot. "Hey Johnny can you get a wet rag and help clean Adam off?" Alex says as he pulls Adam to his chest and runs his fingers through Adam's soft hair. Adam feels so happy as he watches John run into the bathroom and comes back to cuddle Adam from behind and use the wet rag to scrub the jizz off his body and pull his panties back up.

"So birthday cowgirl... how did you like your present?" Alex asks as he kisses Adam's forehead. "Yeah! Yeah! How did our princess like her gift?" John asks as he kisses Adam's cheek and cuddles him deeply. Adam never felt so loved than he did in this moment. "I-I loved it! I'm really glad you guys aren't mad at me anymore and I'm glad you love me again!" Adam says as he starts to cry again. "Aww Adam we always loved you! We just had to stop having our heads up our asses to see that" Alex says as he and John kiss Adam's cheeks which cause Adam to blush. "We missed our sexy stallion so much that I couldn't sleep!" John says which causes Adam to giggle. "I missed you guys too and I love you two so much!" Adam says with a huge grin. "We love you too Adam! Happy birthday!" Alex and John say in unison as they sandwich Adam between them in a loving embrace. This was the best birthday Adam has ever had.

#18+ content #HangSilver #HangAlex #hangman adam page #john silver #alex reynolds #aew wrestling #happy birthday hangman #fic doughnut

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darksvster · 1 year

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i’ll never give you away — ➥ e, one-shot, 2769 words after losing during the tourney, daemon realize that he asked for the wrong favour. he longs for the red one, aches for the one with silver hair and steel neklace. when nyra comes to check in on her uncle sparks fly. a good kiss cures every injury right?

aka my first entry into the dawn of daemyra fest hosted by our @daemyradiscord!

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He can still feel the clanging in his ears, the roar of anger in his blood, the dissatisfaction of loss. Throwing off his helmet, he combs his flyaways back with annoyance before yanking the little green wreath made of ribbon and whatever else a child puts on a favor and tosses it into the fire. Probably cursed by the Hightowers, he thinks blackly. The brazier consumes the wreath, setting it ablaze quickly.

He remembers riding up to them, his pretty niece and her pretty companion. Of course, he wasn't a fool. Alicent Hightower was also beautiful. But next to Rhaenyra she paled. She was a plain, nervous girl, and he could tell from the ripped skin at her fingernails that one wrong move and she'd be likely to bolt. Where as Rhaenyra shimmered. Swathed in their family's red, the gauzy height of her collar accentuating a neck that lead to a face that had melted away the baby fat that was there the last time he saw her.

Rhaenyra did not bolt. She swaggered, looking down her nose at him with a look of amusement. Proud and haughty — she'd flowered in these last years, and his time away from court allowed him to see that development for what it was. She's become a woman. It's clear by the way the other knights look at her in appraisal that she'll soon have proposals flooding in from around the kingdom.

He thinks of his own soured relationship, the Bronze Bitch somewhere in the Vale with her sheep, her horses, and her hawk. Unpleasant woman. Gauze never touched her skin, she was no made of fire.

She could never wear Valyrian steel as prettily as Rhaenyra around her neck, encrusted in rubies that winked at him in the summer sun. Darkly he thinks it looks rather like a dainty chain around her neck, the pendant a stand-in for his name around her neck. Possessiveness sweeps through him and he thinks again of those marriage proposals from lusty knights and drooling lords and he wishes to don his helmet again and ride out to meet the first young and dumb lordling he can find. He wants to declare that she's his to any man who might come sniffing around.

Shaking his head, he reminds himself those thoughts are for when he's drowning in his cups in the brothels on the streets of silk. Those thoughts are for when he's balls deep in a silver-haired whore, imagining she's his favorite niece.

Alicent's favor smolders on the flames and he thinks of Rhaenyra's favor. Another wreath in more familiar colors but not the one he asked for. He was a fool. That cunt of a Dornish nobody had claimed her favor and he has half a mind to steal it back or beat the man to death for daring to speak to the princess with Dark Sister. Perhaps both.

Awash in the anger of defeat and a flood of possessive desire, he roughly yells, "Go the fuck away!" when his tent flaps open and someone steps in.

But then the object of his desires steps in, still in her red dress, still smirking. Pretty little thing. Those curves that had once been hinted at were starting to fill in, his eyes rake hungrily over her body before he moves to unfasten his armor lazily, a pretense he puts on for her.

She approaches, amused and curious, hands tucked behind her back, meandering her way to him. "Are you a sore loser, Uncle?"

#house of the dragon #hotd fic #asoiaf fic #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #hotd #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #i had to age her up for my sanity #finally posting all my fics here #anyway here is daemyra making out in a tent with a lil taste of smut #mine

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the-pinstriped-hood · 11 months

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"Hail Persephone Jones, Daughter of Hades, Lord of the Underworld, The Silent One."

Part 2: Swimming Shades

That had been three days ago and the camp had finally died down again from all the excitement. Percy had been moved into Cabin 13, meeting her cabin mates, Milo and Ciarán. She admired the green fire glowing in the brassiere outside the cabin. Inside, heavy metal played from a Bluetooth speaker at a reasonable volume. The bunk beds had been made out of a polished dark wood and silver rivets held them together. The room was overall dark, which is how the boys liked it. The windows and curtains were closed 24/7.

The young girl set down what little she had, her toiletry bag from the camp store, her collection of gems she found around camp in a small box.

Milo nudged his Irish half brother. "We never guessed we'd get a little sister…" Milo tried making small talk. This part wasn't his favorite. Ciarán could already feel the icy distance growing between himself, Milo and Percy.

"Why couldn't he tell me that himself?" She asked, Steel blue eyes flashing with hurt.

"In a way, lass, he did. Ya have to understand that our parents, the gods can't have direct contact with us. It's against ancient laws."

Percy hopped off her bed and went back outside, slamming the door behind her.

"We tried man…"

"Aye."

The youngest demigod was in no mood to be bothered. She was so upset. Being tossed around in the foster system like a ragdoll, used and abused. At least the ones that were greedy, had gotten their dose of Karma. If Percy didn't give you one of her gems willingly, it would be cursed with bad luck to keep it with you. Most times resulting in death.

Then, she thought of the opal skull around her neck. It had randomly appeared while she was in the orphanage one night, she also thought of Bubba. The large hellhound that had managed to find her wherever she was, no matter what state she had been sent to for a foster home.

A pit in her stomach made her feel bad. Hades had tried in what little ways he could to make sure Percy was being cared for.

"You know, I'd never seen a girl as pretty as you around here~" a southern tinged voice purred. To her left, Percy found the Aphrodite cabin, all pink and pristine like a Barbie doll mansion come to life. A young boy with slicked back chocolate colored hair and eyes as blue as the sky was leaning against one of the columns. Percy rolled her eyes.

Only now would she get attention like this. Because she was considered somebody important.

"You know that only now are you interested in saying hi it makes you look shallow."

The boy snorted, standing up and getting close to Percy. Bubba growled at Bo, steaming drool dripping from his jowls. Bo paid the dog no mind.

"Baby doll, you'll have to forgive me. I've been busy."

Percy prayed to the gods for a distraction. She wanted out of this interaction. Luckily, someone answered her prayer.

A shadow hovered over both her and Bo, It was Max. The counselor from the Hermes cabin made himself known as Bo stepped back.

"Hey, Percy. Archie wants you to get fitted for armor for training."

Percy nodded, mouthing a small, thank you, to the blonde and jogging away from the situation towards the Hephaestus forges, Bubba on her heels.

"But Archie don't do fittings." Bo looked up at the blonde. "You're right. He doesn't. But I won't stand for bullying, Bo. I know you."

The southern boy skulked right back into his cabin with his brothers and sisters and closed the door.

At lunchtime, Ciarán, Milo and Percy ate at their designated tables at the pavilion while Bubba gnawed on a large bone on the floor. The pavilion was buzz with talking and laughter. Ellie, the councilor for the Demeter cabin was talking about growing Venus flytraps in the garden on the roof. Darrell was laughing along with his brothers and sisters about almost getting scorched in the lava pit on the rock wall. He had holes in his shirt to show for it. The Apollo kids were harmonizing at their table, with Ava leading. The chatter from the Hermes table was loud as usual being the biggest Cabin, the Dionysus kids were the opposite, talking quietly and some of them even waved to Mr D. Over at the Aphrodite table, Vincent and Lester were looking at Ellie and Ava longingly while Bo was fixing his hair in his sister Maggie's hand mirror because the wind had messed it up again Eden was admiring herself in her own mirror making kissy faces.

Percy finished her food and sat silently. The air was awkward around the Hades kids. There wasn't really anything they had in common besides their parentage but the half brothers figured they should make a genuine effort this time.

"So…..that collection of gems. Where'd you find them?" Milo asked, mindlessly sipping his goblet of Red Bull.

Percy's hand crept to her necklace. "I just have an eye for finding them, I guess. It's always been this way. I find geodes too. They're really pretty. But…"

"But?" Ciaran asked silently.

"My foster parents kept taking them away from me. And while I was at school, I'd be shuffled off to the next set of parents because they had died somehow."

Stunned silence from her brothers.

"I later found out that the gems are cursed. If I don't share them with you, the curse remains."

"So its sharing or theft." Milo nodded.

The little black haired girl returned the nod. Pulling something out of her pocket, she produced two necklaces. One made from glassy obsidian in the shape of a sword, one made from a fire opal in the shape of a blood droplet.

"I asked Archie from the Hephaestus cabin to help me make these for you. They aren't cursed."

The boys exchanged glances and took the respective necklace putting it on.

"Thanks sis, that's really thoughtful of you." Milo reached over the table, ruffling her hair.

Ciarán stared at her as if to say "welcome to the family, sis."

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dragonbanexxi · 11 months

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The Great Bronze Conspiracy

Aegon II x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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Two very different men sit across from each other, with calculating eyes studying the other diligently.

One dressed in an earthy emerald doublet, with the aurora a poised peacock. The other adorned in his bronze armor encrypted with sacred runes for protection and good fortune.

Two very different men with one distinct mutual hatred for the infamous Rogue Prince.

“You’re a fool if you think there isn’t any better offers for my grandsons hand.” The Hightower man drawls. Eliciting a tight smirk on his companions face.

“You’re a fool if you think if you think you can crown the little princeling king with only Lannister gold and very few allies.” Ser Gerold rebuttals back.

“Marry the prince to niece.” The Bronze Knight says gruffly. “The boy will become King and my niece his queen. She is also just as much of the blood of the dragon as the rest of her paternal family. Wed them and together we will finally put an end to Daemon Targaryen once and fore all.”

The Lord Hightower’s eyes shine with contentment at that last statement. It’s been his greatest desire to get rid of the Rogue Prince for years now. A cocky smile breaks out on his face as he offers his hand to Ser Gerold .

“Very well.” They shake hands firmly.

“Let us join our houses. My grandson with your niece.”

“Long may they reign” Ser Gerold says with a large smile.

“Long may they reign.”

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Chapter 2: Amélia

Every year on the eve of the incoming summer, the Vale’s great noble houses take turns to host the Diamond Ball in Gulltown. An unofficial competition between the noble houses. For each ball hosted is always grandeur than the previous one.

This year the Redfort’s happen to the designated hosts. The Gulltown Venue had been decorated in their house colors. Scarlett red and silver. Beautiful roses placed poised against white roses. The diamond chandeliers sparkling their pretty light throughout the hall. Yet what truly stood out were the striking ice statues carved into various different animals standing stoically over the guest. Such ice no doubt was imported from beyond the wall.

Amélia had been gawking at their beauty when her Uncle Gerold grabbed hold of her arm.

“Let’s us greet Lord Redfort lass.” The girl nods in agreement. Making their way to the strapping lord, who was dressed in a fine black doublet with silver chains hanging from the neck to the shoulders.

“Lord Ashton” Ser Gerold greets his old friend in good spirits. Bowing respectfully. Amélia follows his lead curtsying gracefully.

“My Ser Gerold! Glad you could make it old sport!” They share a brotherly hug, patting their backs heartily.

“Your niece is growing prettier by the day Gerold.” The Lord says taping his finger on the pretty maidens nose.

Amélia hates the gesture but would never be so crass to openly show it. Instead the Lady Royce gushed, and smiled prettily at the old Lord Redfort.

Said lord is quickly swifted away by the incoming noble house of Grafton. Amélia was about to make her way to where the lady Tina Belmore was sitting. A maiden her age with dirty blonde hair and the warmest brown eyes that Amélia is sure she stole from a baby fawn. The Lady Belmore is a close friend of Amélia. Having had fostered two years with the Royce’s at Runestone. They had been attached to the hip in their shared childhood. Even when the time came for them to part, their friendship proved to be as strong as Valyrian Steel.

“Look it’s the little lass of the Redfort” Her uncle said tightening his grip on Amélia’s arm. “We should greet her.”

“Oh I can’t stand that Scarlett!” The beauty whispers poutingly to her uncle-papa. “Papa, you should see the way she throws herself at cousin Yorwick.”

“Now now, that’s your cousins business. You must remember your civilities child. Her family is hosting, it would be rude not to say hello.”

“Lady Scarlett!” Her uncle says jovially. “Good evening.”

The raven haired beauty smirks in her usual lady like charm. Her Scarlett dress’s cleavage showing a generous amount. Just enough for it to be acceptable. A daring dress for a daring girl.

“Ser Gerold. Thank you from coming.” The Redfort girl then gives a faux girlish gasp. “Amélia Royce” sticking her hand out.

The Lady Royce accepts it hesitantly “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Bullshit Amélia thinks to herself. Both she and Scarlett had a weird affinity for each other, their senses always alerting each other when the other is nearby. The Royce beauty opts to act dumb as well. Now isn’t the time to be picking fights, especially not when there’s an audience.

“Lady Scarlett” Amélia beams with faux cheerfulness. “What a stunning dress, I just can’t keep my eyes off it.” She drawls.

The Redfort girls snake like eyes spark with mischief, yet she lets the Royce’s be on their way. Finally Amélia can go greet her dear friend Tina.

“Millie!” She cries enveloping Amélia in her arms. The Heir of Runestone hugs her friend back happily.

“By the Gods you look beautiful Amélia!” She says. “Powder blue definitely is your color.” Amélia says her thanks you.

The Lady Royce had this gowned specially commissioned for this ball. Though she hadn’t told Ser Gerold that. It was cut in the High Garden style, puffy sleeves, a low neck line that showed off her elegant collar bones and neck. It had embroidered silver flowers throughout the bodice, and pearls sewed throughout the skirt. It was admittedly a pretty penny but if she was going to be the Queen some day, Amélia had to be ahead of the ever changing fashion trends.

The ambience of the venue was booming. Music playing beautifully, many chivalrous men dancing with beautiful maidens. A great many drinking, others gambling. The Lady Jeyne Arryn sitting in the makeshift throne, staring at all the attendees stoically.

Her bored blue eyes locking with Amélia’s brown. There was a hint of disdain in the older woman’s eyes. The silver haired beauty looks away quickly, hoping the Wardeness doesn’t think she was staring.

“There seems to be more people present.” Amélia notes offhandedly.

Her friend Tina smiles in agreement, “There’s a few Westernlanders present.”

“Oh… have you been asked to dance already?”

“Yes actually. A golden haired westerner by the name of Joff Lefford asked my father if he could dance with me.” A blush creeping on the Belmore maidens round face.

“He promised me another.”

“Ooooo” the Lady Royce says childishly. Causing her friend to blush harder.

“Well I bet my shimmy he’ll end up falling in love with you.”

“Amélia” Tina says in horror at her friends crudeness but still manages to laugh.

Later in the evening more lady’s join them, all of them chatting amicably, laughing boisterously every so often. Lady Belmore’s Westernlander finally takes her to his second promised dance. Amélia could see the goofy grin the young man sports while talking to her friend. Lord Lefford is totally smitten with Tina. Gods be good and match between them could be made. Tina deserves a happy life with a good lord husband.

Amélia also accepts a few dances of her own. She dance with a few boys her age and an almaring amount of old men. Her Uncle- Pa had to whisk her away from a few rakish men. With these rake like men she tries her best not to flirt with, not wanting to give the wrong impression. Especially since Ser Gerold had said that her betrothal would be announced soon. She would still allow herself to enjoy these moments however. Knowing well that her time as a youthful maiden will soon come to end.

The beauty steps out the venue for some fresh air, and stretches her arms above her head.

“Psst” she hears a voice to her right. She turns to face who’s trying to get her attention.

“Psst Amélia!” She sees a gloved hand peeking out a wooden door.

“Over here!”

Slowly she makes her way to it. Knocking softly.

“Hello? Who’s in the-“ she couldn’t finish her sentence as she’s pulled into the small shack roughly.

“Ooff” she huffs out. Looking up to see the snakish blue eyes of Scarlett Redfort.

“What are you doing in here?” She whispers. Scarlett puts a little hook through a loop connected to the wall, locking them in.

“I’m bored.” She says shrugging her shoulders. “You’re the only one among that flock of frightens hens who knows how to have fun.”

Amélia purses her lips but doesn’t say anything. Scarlett opens a bottle, taking a swig and handing it to Amélia.

“Northern Whiskey” she says simply, with a coy smile.

Amélia bring the bottle to her nose scrunching her face at the pungent smell. She braves herself to take a swig. A burning sensation trails down her throat.

“It gets better with practice.” Scarlett muses.

Amélia takes another swig. Handing the bottle to Scarlett once more. They sit there in the shack for another five minute passing the bottle back and forth until both girls begin to feel lighter. Amélia wouldn’t say she’s drunk but if she continues she will be.

“That’s enough for me.” She says “the last thing I need is Uncle Gerold berating me in front of the whole canteen for being drunk.”

The Lady Redfort however takes a few more swigs. Her sleeves falling off her shoulders exposing more cleavage. Her devilish eyes notice Amélia’s eyes on them. Scarlett grazes her slender fingers over them teasingly. Like a cat on the prowl, Scarlett makes her way to where Amélia is sitting and sits herself upon her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. Nuzzling their noses together tenderly.

“Kiss me.” Scarlett Redfort says in a seductive whisper.

Amélia didn’t have to be told twice.

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