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grandprixwinnerlandonorris · 8 months

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A Helping Hand | George Russell⁶³

Pairings: George Russell x fem!bestfriend!reader

Summary: feeling frustrated, you go to George for some aid where he offers to help you blow off some steam

Warnings: smut

A/N: goodness, this is the most I've spent on proofreading, rewriting and editing than on any of my other fics, probably because I babied this idea for a long time 💀 and probably because I was sick for the past few days that I couldn't do anything else except thinking about George taking care of me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it 🥰

You were frustrated. The irritation was welling up inside you, and there was no telling why. And nothing going your way wasn’t helping either. But what it is that you always do whenever you feel like this?

You go to George.

George and you were best friends for as long as you could remember. He played enormous role in your life, in a way that you would often refer to him as an older brother. No one else even came close to being as important to you as he was. He was always there to listen when you needed to rant about something, and the two of you were just as comfortable sitting in silence as you were engaging in deep conversations. Today was no different.

You walked over to George's apartment, knowing that he wouldn't mind your unannounced visit. You knocked on the door and waited a few moments before he answered, your mind racing with all the things you wanted to vent about. The door opened, revealing George’s smiling face.

“Hey there, buddy,” he said, pulling you into a hug. “What’s got you so worked up?” he questioned upon seeing your slumped shoulders and frowning face.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I just know I’m feeling a lot and it’s not good.” you walked further into his apartment, running a hand through your hair.

George followed behind you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, "I don't even know what's bothering me. I'm just feeling so damn… restless." and leaned against his kitchen bar.

George nodded his head, eyes fixed on your face. He knew that look and the manner in which you spoke. George had experienced this before with you. You would continue to speak until the words dried up, and he knew it was in his best interest to listen attentively. And he wanted to do just that. To be a friend and not interrupt for once your thoughts were drifting by. He loved the feeling of neediness you gave him.

So you started to spill your troubles. From everything that happened to you since you woke up to this very moment in the afternoon. He listened patiently, nodding and frowning in all the right places. You continued to talk, your words flowing out in a jumbled mess as you tried to make sense of your emotions. George listened intently, offering words of encouragement when needed. As you spoke, he moved closer to you.

It wasn’t a subtle move, you very much noticed him getting up and walking up to you, caging you in between his arms he rested on the counter behind you. He bowed his head so that his eyes were in level with yours and leaned forward, the words dying on your lips as he did so. Your faces were now only inches away, the air around you charged.

“When was the last time you got laid?” he asked.

You were taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. “W-What?”

He took a step back, giving you space to breathe. “You, my friend, are sexually frustrated.”

You hadn't been with anyone in a while, he was right, like he always was, but “And how do you know that?” there was annoyance in your voice as you crossed your arms.

He sat down in one of his kitchen chairs, leaning on the table behind and legs spread lightly. “How long have we been friends for?”

“Almost twenty years. Why?” you frowned, not really seeing the point of this conversation.

He gave a slight nod in agreement. “And in that long period of time you think I wouldn’t have learned your,” his gaze traveled up your body until it finally settled on your eyes, “body language?” his tongue clicked.

You swallowed hard, feeling the atmosphere between you two shift. There was definitely an undercurrent of something more, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to go there just yet.

“This-That has nothing to do with this.” you choked out.

“So you’re saying,” he moved his head from side to side. “If I offered you a solution you would say no?” his eyes found yours again and his gaze was piercing.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as George's eyes locked with yours. You had expected a hug or some words of comfort, not a proposition. You knew what he was insinuating, and part of you was tempted to take him up on his offer. But the other part of you was hesitant, unsure if you were ready to cross that line with him.

You had to admit, the idea was tempting. George was an attractive man, and you had always felt a certain level of chemistry between the two of you. But did you want to risk your friendship for a moment of physical release?

“I…”

Upon noticing your hesitation, George decided for you. “Come here.” he patted his thigh.

Bolts of electricity ran through your body at his words. There was no denying that the idea of him taking care of you in that way was incredibly arousing. And before you made up your mind, your legs carried you over to him.

He took your arm, leading you in front of him. “Turn aroud. Sit down.” he instructed softly.

“On y-”

“Yes, y/n, on my lap.”

If he wanted to, he could pull you by the arms and just place you there, but he waited for you to slowly sit down yourself, resting your hands on his knees, your back to him.

“Good girl. Now,” he leaned forward, hugging your waist. “If in any moment you feel uncomfortable or just want to stop for whatever reason, I want you to tell me. Alright?”

“Okay.” you nodded, his intense stare more than you could handle.

You were familiar with being this close to George; you'd even slept in the same bed side-by-side without any issue. You had held each other before, but his touch was always comforting and platonic. This time however, something more hung in the air - an energy that made your heart race with anticipation.

“Good.” he kissed your tense shoulder.

George's hands caressed your body with practiced ease, gently running down your sides, across your abdomen, up and down your jean clothed thighs in order to help you relax. Gradually, you leaned into him, your breaths deeper. His lips smoothed over your neck and you let out an unwilling moan.

“You’re doing good.” he reassured and you nodded, affirming that you heard him.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, diving under to caress your stomach. They were warm, but your back arched on a sudden skin on skin contact. He stopped for a moment until you relaxed again. Moving upwards, his fingers grazed the lace of your bra before he glided his palms to cup them.

You gasped and bit your lip, surprised by the new sensation of his hands so close to your growing chest, and leaned back on him even more, your nipples hardening. You loved the way George touched you, the way he made you feel. His hands ran up and down between you and your bra, squeezing your globes. His lips found your ear, nibbling on its lobe before he spoke.

“You have a beautiful body.” he whispered huskily.

A shudder ran up your spine at the pure lust in his voice. His right hand slipped under the cup of your bra, freeing your breast. You didn’t protest, you felt good. Instead, you arched your back more, pressing your chest more against his hand. His thumb and forefinger found your nipple and pinched and pulled on it, making you moan.

George lowered his head and licked your neck, kissing it softly and nipping it occasionally. His left hand joined in the fun and massaged your other breast, pinching its nipple just as his right hand was doing. You clamped your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of his touch.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

You leaned back once again, despite your best efforts. Now his right hand made its descend down your stomach, making you wriggle in his lap, and reached the button of your jeans. Popping it open, that’s when you opened your eyes as well.

“George,” you gulped and put your hand over his. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” he pulled you closer, pressing his lips reassuringly to your neck. “Are you not?”

“I’m just worried what it means to us, our friendship. I don’t want to ruin it.” you finally voiced your concerns.

“You won’t ruin it, babygirl.” he smoothed over your hair. “Friends help each other out, don’t they? You can look at it like that.”

“Yes, but…” We shouldn’t be doing this… you thought to yourself.

“We can stop if you-”

“No!” you were maybe a bit too quick to cut him off. “Let’s continue. I… I like it.” you could feel the heat rush into your cheeks.

He kissed your neck, working his way up to your ear. “I’m glad. Cause so do I.” his hand went back to what it was doing.

He pulled down your zipper, but didn’t push your pants down, exposing just your panties. His hand went back to your breasts, kneading them, feeling their weight. Every now and again his hand would brush past your nipple, sending tingles down your body.

You’re breathing was growing heavier, his hands were good at what they were doing and you didn’t want it to stop. He could feel you squirming in his lap, his smirk evident even though your head was turned.

“Someone’s excited.” he teased.

“S-Shut up.” you bit your lip, embarrassed.

His fingers dipped under the elastic line of your panties, and you were glad that you decided to shave that morning. His fingers ran over your mound slowly, feeling every curve, every spot. He circled around your clit, teasing you, before he moved further down, dipping one finger in a bit before pulling it back out.

You moaned and he chuckled. “You like that?” you nodded, trying to contain your moans. “You want me to continue?” you nodded again, too aroused to speak.

His fingers dipped deeper inside your folds, feeling the warm, wet sensation. When his fingers reached the bottom, he started to rub your entrance, pressing just a bit, sending pleasurable sparks through your body.

“Mhm,” he moaned into your ear, “my babygirl likes that.”

“Yes.” you shook your head, agreeing.

“Tell me.” he demanded.

“Yes, I like it. I want it.”

His finger pushed a bit further inside, and you bit your lower lip, unable to keep quiet. “You want what?” he asked in a low voice.

“I want it.” you said in a higher pitched voice, trying to sound like a grown woman. “I want your fingers inside of me.” you blushed.

“You want more?”

“Yes. Please.” you ground onto his finger, your hips following his thumb’s rhythm.

He pulled his hand out of your pants and you audibly expressed your dismay at the lack of contact. He responded by placing his hands on your hips and forcing you up off the chair. Tugging your jeans down, you stepped out of them and he was quick to pull you onto his lap once again. With a nudge from his knee, your thighs opened into a desirable position. His arm was securely locked around your waist, making sure that you wouldn't move away or slip off his lap.

“Now,” he played with your panties, pushing them aside. “You said you wanted more?”

“Yes, George. Please, George.” you whined.

“Only cause you said please.” he smirked and you could feel his teeth graze your skin.

His finger entered you again, slowly, stretching you, moving only an inch or so before pulling out again. When he felt that you were ready for more, he rhythmically started to finger you, gauging your reaction. His finger pushed a bit further in, making you squirm. He pulled it back out, a bit of your juices clinging to it before he thrust it back in. You gasped, feeling the full sensation of his finger inside of you. He added another finger, and you moaned, squirming on his lap, feeling so full. Your breathing had turned into moaning, echoing through the empty apartment in which you were in.

"Shh, babygirl, it's alright. You're doing good.” George’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling it back, your exposed neck bared to him. He nibbled on it, biting and sucking, loving your reactions.

“Just, please, more.” you begged him.

“I don't think you're ready for that yet.”

His fingers became more insistent inside you, pushing deeper and deeper. He rubbed your g-spot, making your moans turn into pants.

“No, no, no, no.” you panted. “Please, just a bit more.”

“Would my babygirl like to come already?”

“Yes, please, I’m so close.” you said, almost crying, needing to come.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“George, please. I want it. I need it. Please.” you begged.

“God, I didn’t think hearing you beg would be such a turn on.” he confessed, his voice a deep rumble.

“Please, I need it. I need to come. I love it when you touch me like that. Please!” you were almost screaming by the end.

He went back on rubbing you, his fingers moving faster and faster. Slipping his thumb a few times inside you while his fingers were busy doing you, the other hand clamped on your hip for support. His thumb pushed in deeper, your juices coated it and he rubbed your g-spot with it, making you squeal.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” you said over and over again, panting.

“Come for me.” he hissed and his other hand wrapped around your throat, holding you gently.

You didn’t even need his encouragement, your whole body was aching for release. His fingers moved faster, rubbing your g-spot, his thumb pressing hard against it. You were soaked, his fingers gliding inside you. You moaned, louder than before, mumbling incoherently.

Your hips bucked on his lap and he held you in place, his fingers continuing their assault on your body. You were his toy, his play thing, and you enjoyed it more than you should have. You didn’t care anymore, you were drowning in pleasure, letting it consume you.

Lights burst behind your eyelids when you came, biting hard into your lip, muffling your screams. Your whole body relaxed from the pleasure, your arms giving out and you would have fallen if he had not held you. You leaned against him, recovering from your orgasm. Your head was laid on his chest and all you could hear was his breathing, slowing down.

When the orgasmic waves subsided, you became aware of your surroundings again and blushed.

“Th-thank you.” you stammered, chest still rising and falling visibly.

“You’re welcome.” he kissed your temple. “Feeling better now?”

“Yes.” you nodded.

“Glad I could help.” he said, his fingers playing with your hair, combing them through.

“You did, but George… This can’t happen again.” you finished, standing up to find your jeans. It was just an excuse to put some physical distance between you for you don’t think you could get the last part over your lips if you were still sitting on his lap.

“Oh,” was all he said. You couldn’t determine was he disappointed or the realization hit him.

“We are friends and I want it to stay that way. You are too important for me to lose over... such thing.” you zipped up your pants.

“I understand.” he said, his voice not betraying his true feelings.

You had expected it to be hard to say it, but it didn’t feel like a lie at all, it felt like the truth. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Thank you.”

He meekly nodded. “Do you want to stay over? We can watch tv or something…” he trailed off.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay.” he smiled and you smiled back.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in blankets on his couch, laughing as you watched bad television shows and poking fun at the characters and plots. Between you two was no uneasiness; you were laughing together like earlier events hadn't happened. And that moment looked like a promise that, no matter what, nothing will ever change between you two.

Or so you thought...

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hopelessromantic5 · 5 months

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Merthur Drabble

Essentially, Gwen and Arthur have told everyone they're in love when really they both have feelings for people they assume they could never have.

Merlin had never run so fast in his life.

He was dodging worried looks from other servants in the halls, ducking under strings of garland being hung in the corridors and accidentally knocking trays to the ground but not having the time to apologize.

He ran so fast his lungs were having trouble catching up.

He’s running because something is wrong.

He was in the Great Hall with George, finishing preparations for the ‘big feast’ in honor of the ‘big news’.

He’d just finalized the food when he felt it.

Something deep in his chest caved inward. Forming a dark hole.

And he heard it. His own name being shouted by that voice, almost exactly the same as he’d heard it a million other times, but this one was panicked, scared.

It came from nowhere near him, it may not even have been a real noise. But it echoed in the manservant’s mind.

It was his King.

Something was wrong.

He ran before he could even think twice, dropping the lists, trusting George to gather them.

Oh gods, what is it? Is he dead? Please don’t let him be dead.

He’d never felt anything so hollow before. He knew it was Arthur, but he didn’t know what could’ve caused this damage in his own castle with Merlin’s own wards (unknowingly) protecting every square inch of the keep.

Merlin arrived at the right corridor gasping for air, but not stopping.

The door to the king’s chambers remained open, the manservant halted before he approached as he heard voices.

Arthur and Gwen.

“Shouldn’t they be more…I don’t know…bright. Happy.” That was Arthur.

“Arthur, every wedding that’s been held here for the last century was bathed in red and white. It’s tradition.” She scoffed a little but even Merlin could hear the sweet smile she accompanied with it.

“Of course.” Arthur trailed off, distantly. The deep dark feeling tugged at Merlin’s chest again, so hard that he had to close the few feet between he and the King’s chambers. If only to ensure that Arthur was, in fact, alright.

Merlin stood in the doorway, finally seeing Gwen at the desk, sorting through papers (the ones Merlin had just organized the way Arthur wanted them last week) and Arthur standing by the cupboard, leaning against it, more like.

The King was already staring at the open door when Merlin walked in front of it.

Their eyes met, and all at once the feeling in Merlin's chest dulled to a small ache. Closing up, for now, but still throbbing like a bruise.

Arthur sent him a small smile before blanking his face and officially greeting him.

“Merlin.” Causing Gwen to look up too.

“Oh, hi Merlin! How is everything coming along?”

The manservant finally forced himself to move into the room but only a few feet.

“The preparations are nearly finished.” He gave her a small bow of his head and a forced quirk of his lips. Still feeling odd and uneasy.

Arthur seemed to sense it, or maybe Merlin has that look on his face because Arthur asks with the most sincerity Merlin thinks he’s ever heard from him,

“Is there something you need?”

No venom, no insults lurking just behind. He was genuinely asking if Merlin needed anything.

“No, sire.” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed before continuing. “It’s just…you didn’t call for me, did you? Just a few moments ago?”

Arthur mirrored his expression of pinched brows.

“No, I didn’t.” He shook his own gorgeous blonde head, chewing his lip in thought, but still watching Merlin with worry. “Why?”

“Nothing, honestly. Just thought I heard…” Merlin shook his head again to clear his mind of the thoughts, nearly giving himself a headache, and went to leave. “It was nothing, sire. Must’ve been my imagination.”

“It does have a tendency to get carried away.” Arthurs idea of a joke.

“Very funny, your majesty.” He answers dryly reaching for the doorknob. “Honestly, can’t believe it took you this long to find someone to marry you with that sense of humor.”

Gwen thought this comical and laughed, however neither Arthur nor Merlin laughed at his joke.

Both were out of sorts; Merlin didn't know Arthur's reasons in the slightest. With his wedding in a fortnight, the King should be ecstatic. Merlin should be ecstatic for him. And yet, here they both were. Not laughing.

When Merlin turned back, once more, to find Arthur’s eyes on him, with that indiscernible look, he forced himself to go. So that his imagination would taunt him no longer.

#merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin #merthur fic #merlin and arthur #merlin bbc #guinevere #king arthur #deeply heartbroken Arthur #deeply heartbroken Merlin #Everybody is sad #I'm sorry #open ended #in my mind it has a happy ending

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shadowbriar · 2 years

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Pretend Boyfriend - George Weasley

Pairing : (F/M) || George Weasley x Reader Word Count : 3.2k Warning : None that I’m aware of. Notes : This story was posted first on my Ao3 account. “Well, since you don't have anyone you want to go with and that I need someone to shield me from these boys, would you please be my pretend boyfriend?” George deals with his feelings as he falls deeper for her in their fake relationship.

The sun was smiling above, giving enough heat and encouragement for the young gentlemen to gather their courage and shoot their shots to find a date. The Yule Ball is just around the corner and it seems to have taken over the main topic of the whole castle ever since it was announced. It was starting to look rather ridiculous to see someone popping the million galleons question every other corner of the hallways.

They were walking through the Main Courtyard, heading to her Transfiguration class after they had just finished Herbology. He has Astronomy after this, and though it would require him more effort to get to his next class, walking her to her classes has become a special habit he’s grown over the years. At first she was the one who insisted that they walk together so that he wouldn’t skip his classes and plant a prank on the hallways, yet even after they get to higher classes and more specialised schedules, the habit persists.

Perhaps that’s just what people do with their best friends. Walking them to each of their classes, everyday, no matter how far their classes actually are.

“That has got to be the fifth girl who bats their eye at you today.” she says as they walk past a group of Beauxbatons girls. She looks at her watch, making an impressed face “Not even half the day has passed. New record.”

“Well I'm a pretty good looking lad, wouldn’t you agree?”

She flashes a mocking smile, “Of course you are, George.”

“Thank you.” he playfully bows in gratitude “You’re one with quite a fanclub yourself. I heard Zabini asked you for the Ball last night. How did he deal with your rejection?”

“Not so pretty, really. I think I scratched a bit of his ego.”

“And he is, what, your sixth rejection?”

“Seventh, actually.” she corrected him, looking rather proud of herself “I rejected McLaggen on Monday. He said he’d tell his Father about it and that My Father would have to apologise to his Father then. Pretty wicked, to be honest.”

George smiles at her.

It is no secret that his best friend is a one fine lady. Ever since she stepped in the school, she has always had a long list of admirers trailing behind. Her clever jokes and warm personality compliments her beauty perfectly. George always wondered how he could be so lucky and befriend her because he knows a handful of boys who are certainly envious of him.

Hell, sometimes he is envious of himself whenever he thinks of her.

He wasn’t sure when it precisely started, she has always been on his side after all, but his feelings for her blossomed from just platonic love to a romantic one. Perhaps it was when they successfully pranked Filch in second year or when she gave him a hug after winning his first Quidditch match. He couldn’t tell when, but he’s certain that he won’t be coming out of these feelings anytime soon.

“Are you tired of girls hitting on you?”

“They’re not hitting on me.” George denies, trying to sound as coy as possible “But I do find the sudden attention to be ridiculous.”

She scrunch her nose, nodding, “For me, too. I’d rather people leave me alone and let me brood in the dark as I always have.”

George chuckles lightly. He knows how much of her words were complete bull. She has always been in the spotlight. Boys admire her, left and right. It’s just that now they have a real reason to approach her that it seems like she’s getting a sudden wave of attention.

“Why do you keep on rejecting them, anyway?” George asks, curious yet fearing of her answer for the possibility of a heartbreak “Surely there’s one bloke that isn’t as awful as the rest.”

She shrugs, “I don’t really find them interesting, is all.”

George nods. Wondering if he’s the one asking her for the Ball, would she have found him uninteresting too.

“Say, George.” she says, stopping her pace as her face lit from a sudden idea “Are you planning to ask someone to be your date?”

George shakes his head, slightly sweating at the sudden question, “Well, there’s someone but I’m not sure if I should ask her.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just- Nevermind, I don’t really have anyone in mind.” he lies, forcing a smile “Why, what are you thinking?”

“Well, since you don't have anyone you want to go with and that I need someone to shield me from these boys, would you please be my pretend boyfriend?”

George blinks, confused and surprised at the proposition, “Your what?”

“My fake boyfriend.” she says nonchalantly, not sensing the slight disappointment the boy radiates “I mean, it's a rather clever solution, don’t you think? I wouldn’t have to reject anymore boys and you wouldn’t need to deal with undesired attention anymore. Win-win for us all.”

George could swear the colour of his world turned dull. A pretend boyfriend? How worse can her offer be?

But in the rush of time, being her pretend boyfriend might be the closest thing he could ever be romantically with her. At least, until the Ball finishes, she is his girlfriend. Even when she doesn’t have any feelings for him.

“You know what, nevermind.” she says with a nervous chuckle “It sounds ridiculous now that I think about it.”

“Let’s do it.”

Now it’s her time to look flabbergasted. A growing grin appears on her face, squealing a little as she takes George’s hands in excitement, “Really?”

George nods, showing a half-hearted smile, “Why not, right?”

“Brilliant!” she exclaims cheerfully “It’s settled then. I better get going now. See you later, boyfriend!”

She skips her way down the hall, bidding one last wave of goodbye before disappearing in the ocean of students.

George was left stunned at his spot. What has he gotten himself into? Fake boyfriend? Really? Couldn’t they just go to the Ball as friends instead? Surely that would’ve been better than an artificial relationship.

But the happiness she paraded was something he couldn’t shake off. It makes him content to see her smiling and jumping in excitement. He’s always been there to make her smile, anyway. It’s like he has devoted his life for her happiness. Now he could only hope that however this fake relationship would end, he wouldn’t cave in too deep in the sea of sorrow.

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“You must have been the daftest bloke of the century, mate.” Fred commented as he placed sausages in his mouth “A fake boyfriend? Really? Just how desperate can you be, Georgie.”

“I didn’t really think about it thoroughly, alright.” George defended, slightly moping at his twin’s negative feedback “Just pretend that you didn’t know about this, okay? I don’t even know if I should keep this a secret from you too. We haven’t actually established the rules and all.”

“It would be the death of you, you know.” Fred snorts, mocking him “Why couldn’t you just be honest with her? Ask her to be your real girlfriend, instead.”

“I wouldn’t want to be the eighth bloke she rejects this year. I’ll take whatever is served at the table.”

Fred was about to prolong the bickering yet closes his mouth as he spots the said girl approaching them.

“Hi, Fred.” she greets, taking a seat next to George “Hi, boyfriend.”

“Right,” Fred retches, picking up his plate to move to another seat “I’ll see you guys later.”

She frowns at Fred’s unpleasant reaction. The boy was just fine this morning when they had their breakfast. Why is he acting so strange all of a sudden?

“Don’t mind Fred. He’s just bitter we didn’t tell him about the whole relationship thing.” George lied, trying to ease her mind “He feels betrayed that we’re together and didn’t even tell him that something was going on between us.”

“Oh,” she nods, flashing an unsure smile “How much did you tell him?”

“Just that we’re together now.”

“Did you tell him that it’s fake?”

George flinches slightly at the word, “Would you like me to tell him?”

“No,” she says with a trailing tone “I guess it would be best to keep this between us. You know, to make it more convincing.”

He nods.

George wanted to ask why it is so important to make people believe that they’re really together, but he reckons there’s only so much heartbreak he could take in a day. Perhaps he could ask her some other time.

“So, what do you think we should do to make us seem like a real couple?”

George shrugs, “I don’t know. I’ve never been in a relationship before.”

“Maybe we could hold hands and you can walk me to my classes?”

“Don’t we already do that?” he says with a crisp chuckle “I mean we don’t really hold hands, but I’ve placed my arms around you.”

“True.” she nods, agreeing with his statement “Maybe we could.. Um, kiss?”

A slight crimson colour starts to tint his cheeks. He’s always imagined how pleasant it must be to kiss her, placing his hand on her cheeks as he caresses her skin while they share a chaste peck. If only she would kiss him the same way he would.

“I mean, if it’s too much for you we could always opt out.”

“No, it’s fine for me.” George says fast, not wanting to lose the chance “Are you fine with it?”

She nods with a smile.

“Should we uh- Should we try one now?” George asks unsurely, biting his lower lip in doubt “You know, to set the ground and all.”

She grins, “Please do.”

George lets out a nervous blow before leaning in with a smile.

It was a short tender kiss. Exactly how he imagined their first kiss would be. He traces her jawline with his thumb as his other hand entwines to hers. He could taste the light hint of strawberry from her lip gloss before finally pulling away, still locking their gazes as they smiled at each other.

The kiss might be uneventful but it was enough to make the eyes present at the Great Hall to stop and stare. At last, the good looking pair of best friends finally turn into a real couple.

If only they knew the truth.

“You have yet to ask me to be your date.” she whispers softly, still smiling from the kiss.

“I thought it’s already a one deal package with the relationship thing.”

“Still, it would be nice to hear you say it.”

George chuckles, taking both of her hands and holding them in his. He stares at her face, gathering all the nerves he has to finally ask her the question. If only he could ask her genuinely, “Would you be my date for the Yule Ball?”

She nods eagerly. She plants a small kiss on his cheek before pulling him for a hug. Squealing and giggling like a real person in love.

George rests his face on the crook of her neck, inhaling and embracing her presence. The butterflies in his stomach have long blown into the chaotic rain of fireworks. His heart was full, happy at the fact that she seems to be enjoying the artificial relationship as much as he does. A small voice in his head was telling him to be careful as it must have hurt later when reality hits and this fake relationship has to end. But for the time being, George could only enjoy and appreciate each passing moment.

He would certainly miss this once it’s done.

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The dreadful night has finally come. As every other student welcomed the Ball with joy, George could only hope that his sheer act of indifference was enough to conceal his disappointment. Other than Fred, no one truly understands how he hates the night. There’s no telling of how their relationship would be after this. He’s not even sure if they could be as close of a friend as they were before. All these weeks of playing dating have been wrecking his emotions and boosting his hopes so high he would certainly succumb once it plummets.

He would certainly miss laying on her lap at the Common Room as she reads her book, or going to Hogsmeade and having glasses of butterbeers only for him to kiss the foam moustache off of her lips. He would miss holding hands in the hallways and spinning her around before pulling her for a kiss. He would miss being her boyfriend.

Though he’s fully aware that they were only doing a fake one, he couldn’t help but to feel that the feelings and moments they shared were authentic. There are times when he finds her blushing from his kisses. She has shown nothing but sincere happiness, one he has never seen before. It makes him hard to tell if she actually reciprocates his feelings or that she’s just a very good actress.

Now they’re dancing closely, her hands resting on his shoulders as he holds her gently by the waist. She looks dashing, certainly the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. He studies her face, trying to map all of her facial features in his mind as it might be the last time they could ever be this close.

“You’re doing it again.” she says with a soft chuckle.

“What?”

“Staring as if I’m going to be blown away by the wind anytime soon.”

George smiles, not replying to her words and plants a kiss on her forehead instead.

“That’s sweet.” she comments, making a slight frown “But you haven’t properly kissed me tonight.”

She was inching into him, tip toeing so that she could level his height. But before their lips could touch, George lets go of her waist, slightly pushing her away. She blinks at the surprising gesture. Baffled.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

With that, George walks out of the floor. He loosened his tie, feeling suffocated from his thoughts. His head was all over the place. Agreeing to the fake relationship was a mistake. It made him realise the life he could never have, a life with her as his girlfriend. It hurts even more to know that he’s falling deeper in love with her.

He finally stops as he reaches the bridge. He rummages his hair harshly, desperate to get out of his own frenzied head. He feels like he’s going mad. He’s not ready for their relationship to end. Fake or not, he knows that his feelings were genuine and that’s all that matters, truly.

“George?” she calls with worry from the end of the bridge “Are you alright?”

“No, no I’m not.” he says desperately, still not looking at her “I feel like I’m going to burst. My head cannot keep quiet for one single second and my heart- My heart’s hurting.”

She was anxious, watching him lose the plot like this. She couldn’t tell what went wrong tonight. He has been quiet all night and has kept her at an arm’s length. She’d asked repeatedly if she could do anything to lift up his mood, but the boy was too deep in his brood and bottling his emotions. Now that it finally erupts, she’s unsure how to dampen it.

“Why did you have to ask me to be your stupid fake boyfriend?” George asks angrily, finally looking at her “How did you even come up with such a heartless idea, like that?”

She frowns, confused at his sudden outburst.

“You’re cruel, do you know that?”

“How am I cruel? You’re the one that willingly agrees to my plan, I never forced you to say yes.”

“Well, how would you expect me to say no when I am so deeply in love with you?!”

She blinks, caught off guard at his confession.

“Yeah, that’s right. I love you. I’ve always loved you.” he says again as if he could read her mind “But that doesn’t matter, does it? You don’t care about my feelings. It never matters for you.”

“What are you talking about?”

George groans in despair, “I am in love with you, alright? And it drives me nuts that this fake relationship is everything I’ve ever wanted but I know that you don’t feel the same way so I can only pretend that it’s working, but it’s not. It’s only making me more and more desperate for you.”

He couldn’t find the right words to convey his feelings. Everything was in turmoil. He was angry, disappointed, and desperate at the same time. Who would have known that being in love would push them to the pit of insanity?

“Then ask for it.”

George raises an eyebrow, still looking very much in vexation, “What?”

“Ask for it. Ask me to be your girlfriend.” she challenges, staring back at him with firmness “You never got the gut to ask me yet blame me entirely for not having the perfect fantasy of us together.”

He chuckles bitterly, “I’m here unhinged from my feelings for you and you still have the heart to joke about it,”

“I’m not joking. Why are you always belittling my feelings about you?” she asks, this time sounds like she’s nettled herself “I have literally given all the signs that I want you to ask me out. I want you to ask me to the Ball. And yet, you’re still so daft to pick them up that I have to ask you to be my fake boyfriend to finally have the chance to kiss you.”

George was at a loss of words. He stares at her with confused empty eyes.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why I wanted the relationship to be convincing? It’s because I want you to fall for me. I hoped that somehow, one of these days you’re going to see that I’m not so bad of a fake girlfriend and that you could finally ask me to be your real girlfriend instead.” she rants, chest heaving in anger “Blimey Georgie, you could be such an airhead at times.”

“You’re not- You’re not joking, are you?”

She stares at him with angry eyes, shaking her head.

In an instant, the loud voices in his eyes dissipated. George lets out a relieved sigh, chuckling lightly as he takes closer steps to her. He tries to pull the angry girl closer, placing his hands on her waist. He smiles wide, the silliest grin he has ever shown. His eyes were practically gone from all the cheeks folds.

“You really mean it, didn’t you?”

“George Fabian Weasley, if you ask me one more time, I will throw you off the bridge and make it seem like it’s a suicide.”

He grins, planting a kiss at the tip of her nose, “I love you.”

She rolls her eyes, “You have yet to ask me to be your girlfriend.”

“Do I have to, though? I mean you’ve basically confessed that you love me too.”

“Well I wasn’t the one throwing a fit for not having a girlfriend ten minutes ago, am I?”

George smiles, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, “Love, would you please be my girlfriend?”

She bites the growing grin and nods.

Sparing no other minute, George leans in and seals their new relationship with a kiss. This time he kisses her deeper, showing the desperation he held a few minutes ago that has now melted into tender delight. At last, he could finally kiss her passionately and know that she’s kissing him back genuinely. His doubts and second guesses are dispersing into thin air.

Perhaps tonight isn’t so bad after all.

#george weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley x oc #george weasley imagine #george weasley scenario #george weasley oneshot #george weasley fluff

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Enemy Mine Pt. 5

Fred trudged home the long way, ignoring the thunder in the distance. But then, minutes later, the first drops hit him. Fucking fantastic. Oh well, why the hell not? Everything else went wrong tonight. He shoved his hands in pockets, bowing his head against the rain as his mind still reeled from his argument with Angie.

"I don't understand why making sure a girl is safe is such a bad thing? I thought you supported that kinda stuff?" Fred and Angelina had stood just outside her house while the warm breeze picked up, carrying away their words from anyone who might be listening.

"It's not bad, and I do support it," Angie threw her hands in the air with an exasperated sigh. "It's just that it's her. You abandoned me for two hours because of her?"

"What do you mean, her?"

"Her! Y/N! I see the way you watch her. Anytime she's nearby, your eyes are locked on her."

"They are not! I barely notice her anymore."

"Do you think I'm stupid, Fred?!" Angie's voice rose. "Don't you think I haven't noticed the way you look at her? Whenever she's in the Great Hall? Or Transfiguration? Or every fucking time we pass her in hallway?"

"But, I don't -" Fred began, but she cut him off.

"You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to me!"

"Angie, love -" Fred reached for her hand, but she pulled it away.

"Look, Fred, I don't want to fight. I'm tired and confused, and I just want to sleep if I can," she moved to go inside, then stopped, turning back to Fred. "Maybe... maybe we should spend some time apart."

"But -" Fred took a step toward her.

"No," she held up her hand. "I love you, Freddie. But, I won't be someone's consolation prize. You need to sort yourself out. Figure out who you - " her words trailed off, and she shook her head, then turning back, she stepped across the threshold into her house. "Goodbye, Fred," she mummered, without looking back and closed the door behind her.

~•~

"Hey there," George stood next to Y/N. She was outside the Burrow, sipping the hangover draft Mrs. Weasley had so kindly brewed for her.

"Hi," her voice was soft, and there was a light blush on her cheeks.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Mostly. Thanks to your mum," she lifted her cup. "She's really a very sweet lady."

"She has her moments." George shrugged, remaining silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "So, um, do you remember anything that happened last night?"

"Bits and pieces. Enough to know I made a complete fool of myself." She took another drink, hoping to hide her returning blush.

The younger twin waved off her embarrassed comment. "Fred and I have made far bigger fools of ourselves sober than you did drunk last night."

Y/N smiled but said nothing.

"Would like anything to eat?" George asked. "Mum just baked some fresh bread."

She shook her head. "Thanks, but no. I can't even think about food right now. And besides, I need to get home soon."

"Whenever you're ready. I promised Fred I'd get you home safe."

"Fred's not here?"

"He is, but he's no shape to be escorting anyone anywhere," George answered. "Apparently, he and Angelina had a huge fight last night, and then he got caught in the storm. He only got home a couple of hours ago. Fell flat on his face and passed out."

Y/N froze at his words. "Th-they weren't fighting because of me? Were they?"

George shrugged and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Fuck." Y/N downed the rest of the drink.

~•~

George sat on his bed, waiting for Fred to speak. The older twin paced their bedroom.

"What do I do, Georgie? It's been almost a week, and Angie still won't speak to me," Fred sank down on his bed. "How did everything get so fucked up?"

George sighed. "Do I really need to answer that?"

Fred looked up at his brother. "Seriously? You too? You still think I have a thing for Y/N?"

His twin just shrugged.

"Aarrgh!" Fred threw his hands in the air. "Forget it! Just forget it. Everybody's apparently lost their minds. I'm going for a walk." He then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

George knew it was pointless to chase after him right now. It'd only start another argument. So instead, with a long-suffering sigh, the younger twin flopped back across his bed.

"Stubborn," he muttered.

~•~

Y/N had the afternoon to herself and had settled down to dig in to her new book. She'd barely finished the first page when someone knocked on the door.

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @princess-paramour @anvaaryn @lastwandastan @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @igncrantbliss @28cnn @saintlike05 @millies0bsimp @yeah3459 @leeknows-wife @pandoraneverland @wickedsandwich08 @bai-wuxiangs-mask @c-yberstar @soosheee @ivvees-blog @withered-rxse @maddiedinosaur @astahsvea

~•~

#fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley headcanon #fred weasley angst #fred weasley imagine

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kumezyzo · 11 months

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i was rewatching the dream team all stars MCC and was thinking about streamer!reader cause im actually sick in the head :) so now everyone else has to deal with it 😌 so, as much as i love bad, reader does happen to be an honourary Dream Team member according to bf!sapnap.....

i like to think during this time (Nov. 2021) reader and sapnap are well into their talking stage and like, reallyyyy close to dating (they prolly start dating two weeks after this stream of sum). so this is technically crush!sapnap [so cutee]

also just bsf!george and dream moments cause why not (and cause i need some more fluff to feel gud)

lots of swearing (particularly fbombs lol)

so enjoy.... or dont lol :) m.list

crush!sapnap who cant help but giggle when you text him about the 'serpnerp and gerge' bit he did before the event started. when you ask about the fake kisses they gave eachother, he would be tempted to text you back with "i could give you real ones if you want" but refrains from it.

crush!sapnap who secretly had your stream pulled up on the side just so he could see your face as you hyped yourself up for the event.

if youre faceless, he'd just want to listen to you and hear the way you pause to read a text he sends you. he'd feel so cocky if you happened to quietly giggle at something you he sent you.

crush!sapnap who forgets youre on the call for a moment when he makes comments about needing to take a shit...

"if i really wanted to, i could insta-shit"

"ew wtf 😭"

"i actually forgot you were here for a moment, my bad" (he would be blushing so hard)

crush!sapnap who hypes you up so much during parkour tag (and makes sure youre not getting tagged) when youre the last person to be tagged

bsf!george who also hypes tf out of you when youre tagging people. he gets so loud that you have to tell him to stfu at times

crush!sapnap who subconsciously tries to protect you during the first round of sky battle until you call him out for it

"sapnap, dont worry about me! just try to get the other fucking teams. holy fuck..."

"y/n is getting toxic~"

"george shut the fuck up."

(it was mostly cause dream was getting heated at you but dw sap gets it 😌)

bsf!dream who blames you for a block placement glitch during sky battle

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!"

it led to a strange disagreement about where you were standing before crush!sapnap interjected and told you guys to leave it be. (we stan)

crush!sapnap who feels his heart flutter when you giggle about heated dream was getting over you standing on a rail in grid runners.

bsf!george who gets very hyped when you dont mute yourself during ace race.

"y/n are you muting yourself?"

"nope, are you?"

"LETS GOOO! ITS JUST Y/N AND GOGY"

"Lets go!!!!...... but shut the fuck up a little"

crush!sapnap who tries to gather your materials whenever you need them during buildmart and ultimately pisses off dream when he doesnt bring back what people need.

"Sapnap, how the fuck are you leaving but not bringing back fucking anything we actually need!?!?"

"okay! okay, what do you need?!"

bsf!dream who gets wayyyy too heated at you during battle box.

"y/n just use the fucking bow!"

"i am you dumb fuck!"

"oh my-"

crush!sapnap who gets annoyed too, but tries to not direct it towards you.

"george if theyre building to middle, block them!"

"y/n is supposed to be covering me!"

"they are, so pull your weight!"

bsf!dream who gets yelled at by his chat for yelling at you.

'say sorry to y/n'

"what? you know what, fuck y/n! ive known them for over 5 years, im not saying sorry!"

"good! i dont want your apology anyway! we are no longer friends!"

"good!"

(literal toddlers lol)

crush!sapnap who says a small 'hi' when he passes by you in sands of time. even if youre in the same call. and have been for 2 1/2 hours.

dteam who just lets you do youre own thing in the last to games of the event (sands of time & tgttos).

"i actually havent hear y/n speak in like five minutes," george said with an impressed smile. "i thought they just left the call for a moment, ha."

"me too for a second-"

"both of you shut the fuck up, im tired and tryna get this over with."

"PFFFT-"

bsf!george who could help but cackle when you yell at him during dodgebolt.

"george if you dont stop talking about the arrow, i will fly to london and shove it so far up your ass-"

crush!sapnap who calls you after both of you end your streams to talk about how you feel after the event.

"how are you doing, you seemed..."

"angry? annoyed?"

"tired..."

crush!sapnap talks with you until either one of you has to hang up. you feel like youre back in highschool talking to your crush for hours on end.

ngl, i dunno how i feel about this one. it might be too much tbh but im tired asf writing this and dont wanna change much. and i got a little carried away having fun writing it....sorry... -Nony

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angelitadiaz · 4 months

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Part 2

"I accepted what?" You felt Simon grab your shoulder and put you behind him. "I think you are confused, Lady Berbrooke, but Y/N is to be courted by Benedict Bridgerton."

Berbrooke looked at you with questioning eyes. He then looked towards Benedict," Did you get permission from the crown? Because Mama and I went to talk to Queen Charlotte and got her blessing." Berbrooke chuckled to himself and pulled you away from Simon.

"Berbrooke, let go of my daughter this second. How dare you use my name with that filthy mouth of yours." Berbrooke, let go of you, and you ran to your mother. Holding her close, she told the guards to take Nigel to George for further evaluation.

"Now, Y/N, see that Benedict knows his way out. And after you could join Simon and I for a cup of tea." You and Benedict bowed to Queen Charlotte before she left you in the gardens.

"This way, Lord Bridgerton." You made your way onto the gravel flooring and led Benedict to his carriage. You felt him keep looking at you with steady glances. "Lord Bridgerton, why do you keep looking at me?Is it my dress? Do I have something on my face?"

"Other than your beauty, I don't think so." You stopped and met his charming eyes.

"Benedict, why can't you leave me alone? Do you remember the day of the debutante ball? You didn't even spare a glance at me. Why now? And why did you have to talk to Georgie about it, too?"

"Because Y/N, I knew I wasn't good enough for you."

"What?"

"Y/N, look at yourself. You're considered the most beautiful lady of the season, along with Daphne, and I'm just a painter. A painter who has not been recognized for anything that he has done. And don't forget, you're a Crowned Princess, while I'm just a Bridgerton."

"Benedict, I have told you that I want a family with a man who is passionate about what he does and who will be my best friend."

"Then let me be that for you. Let me be the father of your children. Let me be the best friend you dream of and who will love you with his entire existence."

You looked down for a moment, and then you felt your arms slowly wrapped someone's. You met the charming eyes that you adore and asked,"Are you proposing Benedict Bridgerton?" He chuckled, then went down on one knee and pulled out a box from his pocket.

"I suppose I am." He then opened it to reveal a lively, enchanting ring. "This was the ring my father proposed to my mother with. My mother has trusted that I would be able to find a lady who was kind, talented, and absolutely stunning. Though, I must argue that she didn't expect a princess to be her daughter in law." You laughed at what he had said and only knelt down to meet him.

Smiling, you waited for the most important question of the moment. " Princess, Y/N. Would you do me the honor of being the wife to this loyal painter who vows to be by your side with everlasting love?"

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You returned inside and happily sang to yourself. You heard your mother and Simon talking about Daphne and how they would be a wonderful couple. You sat next to Simon, earning both the queens' and your brothers' attention.

"How'd it go, my dear?" Silent, you looked at Simon and your mother before saying, "It is with my greatest honor to announce that Princess Y/N is now engaged to Sir Benedict Bridgerton." You couldn't help but let out an innocent laugh. Your mother hugged you with delight and so did Simon.

"It's seems now Simon that we are officially going to be siblings." He looked down at you and only let a smile, "We are siblings whether or not we come or marry from the same family."

You gave him a hug, both of you imagining the lives you would soon have with the Bridgertons. Until your mother finally mentioned, "So, what is to happen with your title?" All three of you knew how ill Georgie was getting. It was getting to the point where he couldn't perform his duties.

"As Crown Princess, I expect you to live up to your expectations and have heirs to keep with the line. Your brothers and sisters have already failed me." Simon was about to intervene, but the queen cut him off, "That is the exact reason why Y/N was chosen for Crown Princess. She is young and able to have heirs, and the court has agreed that she shall be our next queen." You looked at Simon, who gave you a guilty look.

"Simon, you know I see you as my son too. I also expect you to help your sister Y/N into filling this role of queen." He looked at your mother and responded, "Of course, my Queen."

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After some time, Benedict invited you to Aubrey Hall. You would be joined by Simon. As you two prepared, you couldn't help but feel nervous about telling the Bridgerton family about the possibility of you becoming Queen. Simon called you so you could get there on time tomorrow.

As you were on the rough payment, Simon couldn't help but feel the tension you were giving off. Knowing it was about the throne, he put his hand on your knee to gain your attention. He smiled gently and only assured you that everything would be okay.

You nodded to him but quickly looked out the small window the carriage provided. When you finally saw Aubrey Hall, you started to move uncomfortably and play with your fingers. Simon could only look at you with pity. Knowing anything he'd tell you wouldn't work. You came to a halt when you saw one of the servants open the door for the two. Simon got out first and extended his hand over to you. Taking it, you carefully got down and only took in note the beautiful country home.

The first to greet you was Violet along with Gregory and Hyacinth. They all bowed in yours and Simon's presence before you told them to rise. They all welcomed you inside when you heard screaming. Nervously, Violet led you to the living space their family had grown fond of. You saw who you presumed was Eloise fighting with Benedict. It appeared to have been a painting that had a very noticeable rip in the middle.

"You are so going to." Violet cut them off with a scream that they were in the presence of the Princess and the Duke. Benedict quickly made eye contact with you and made his way over to you. Lifting your hand up, he led your fingers to his lips, where he kissed them while making eye contact. He stepped back only to see the angered eyes of Lady Bridgerton.

You smiled and told her, "Lady Bridgerton, do not worry, you should see the fights that Simon and I had when we were younger." You covered your mouth with your hand laughing at the thought. "Yes, well, Y/N always knew I was right but decided to still argue and declare she was right." You gasped as you playfully elbowed his stomach where he 'groaned' in pain. Violet smiled at you two and asked, "If I am allowed, how did you two meet and acquire this brotherly bond?""

You answered, "Well, when I was five, I always noticed Lady Danbury bringing a boy to the Palace. It happened almost daily when I decided to follow them to see what was happening."

"But she was horrible at it since Lady Danbury and I quickly noticed her." He added, chuckling to himself.

"Oh, shut up, Simon. With my amazing, skillful ability to hide, I saw that Simon was being taken to study. I thought he looked so focused, but I only thought that I wanted to play with this strange boy. So, one day, as they were leaving, I went up to him and pulled on his sleeve."

"And might I add that she always was laughing and giggling and never allowed me to concentrate." You took in note all of the Bridgertons smiles and loving faces they were showing as you told your story.

"Well, it seems it was good because you passed with high marks. Well, anyway, he didn't want to and only hid behind Lady Danbury."

"Lady Danbury decided to excuse both of us from Y/N when we heard someone following us. I turned around, seeing that Y/N was running towards us. I was ready to run, too, when she fell and started to cry. Lady Danbury turned around, too, and was worried about the small princess. That's when I finally went over to her and let out my hand for her. Instead of taking it, she got up and gave me a very tight hug." You started to giggle at the memory, and so did Simon.

"After that, every time I was in the Palace, little Y/N was always waiting for me. As time passed, we grew a stronger bond. One that could compete with her actual siblings."

Anthony asked, "What do you mean compete?"

"Growing up, my siblings weren't there for me. It was Simon who taught me to read chapter books, ride a horse, write, paint, and what it means to have someone there for you. Yes, my mother was there for me, but she was too busy helping Georgie with his duties. So, anytime I could, I would be with Simon."

The Bridgertons looked between you and Simon with admiration. After hearing your story, they knew whatever happened, you two would be there for each other. They all noticed when Simon put his hand on your shoulder how you looked up at him. With love showing through your eyes and a loving smile showing.

After a moment of silence, Hyacinth asked, "Princess Y/N, since you're a princess, will you one day be Queen?" The Bridgertons started to chuckle until they noticed you tense up. The room filled with silence as they saw you start playing with your fingers and averting eye contact.

"I think it's best if you can show us where Y/N and I are going to be staying. The way here was tiring and only wish to go to bed before supper."

"Of course, Rose, please show the Princess and the Duke their rooms." Rose bowed to the Lady before showing you to your rooms.

End of Part 3

People of the royal court(tagged)::

@inutheangel

@khaylin27

@lovely-64578

@valeriinee

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blankweiss-sb · 11 months

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Gift "Drabble"

For @hiding-in-the-vault

TW: Prison Arc + Post Prison, references to torture and eye removal

Summary: Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

Dream doesn't escape unscathed – mentally or physically.

The red stone pistons fired, the deep grumble distinctive from the ever present hissing of the lava. Dream didn’t dare lift his head or move his cheeks from the grimy, sticky floor of his cell.

Rule number whatever: Either be on your knees head bowed, or you better not have moved from the position Sir left you in.

Was Dream slightly bitter that even thinking Sir immediately called up an image of Quackity and tides of fear and anger? Yes. Would he show that bitterness? No. (Maybe Quackity would think he’d finally broken Dream but he hadn’t. Dream wasn’t quite broken yet, just brittle and fractured. If – when he got out, he’d just pour gold into all those cracks.)

Faintly, Dream heard it – the rustle of small feathers that could be crushed so very easily, the tapping of fingers against the wooden handle of a tool or weapon and a slight hum, the hum of a song Sap had loved. The lava curtains gurgled – please, red stone, fail, a moment of weakness gave itself a voice – before it fizzled out.

Sir bounced into the cell.

“Hullo, Dreamie, how are you? Comfy?”

Dream knew better than to answer. Quackity didn’t care, he just loved the sound of his voice too much. If Dream was lucky, Quackity would gloat, maybe kick Dream a couple of times and leave. That, Dream could endure, he could endure anything, anything but –

Fingertips stroked along the curve of Dream’s face, the one not pressed against crying obsidian and sticky maroon, and it was only the terrors of existence that prevented Dream from flinching. But nothing could have prevented Dream’s throat from releasing a whine when Quackity gently carded through Dream’s hair, almost petting him like a beloved dog.

“Awww, you’re doing good but being greedy, I see.”

Fuck you. Fuck you, Quackity, Dream thought as his head leaned into the comforting touch Sir was offering. It was his body seeking comfort, not Dream. It was his body being pathetic, wanting his torturer to be gentle. It was his body. Not Dream.

“You can be cute. But that’s not why I’m here, not today, puppy!” Don’t call me that. “I’m giving you a gift, look –“

Quackity burst out in little giggles, giggles Sapnap used to gush about. Sapnap had called them more adorable than a baby piglin. Dream had teased him about that, by that time already missing George pressed against his side and joining in on the fun. Teasing his brother had always been one of Dream’s favorite things and George loved to needle Sapnap, too.

A sharp of burst ripped through Dream’s skull as Quackity’s hand grabbed his hair tightly and pulled Dream up until Dream’s scalp was burning. “Listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Two, three seconds more and Quackity let Dream’s head fall, huffing.

“And here I was about to clean you up, wash you, but no. You had to be bad. A bad puppy.” Dream flinched and Quackity’s laugh was more than delighted, echoing between obsidian walls. “Anyway, here you go, you’re going to need this.”

Something cold settled on Dream’s face and – comfort washed over Dream as he realized it was the cold porcelain of a mask, a mask Dream knew quite well. Greedily he sucked in some air and through the stale scent of copper coils and bracken water and burnt out embers, he caught a whiff of earthy flowers.

(“Earthy flowers? Are you serious?” Dream had laughed, pressing his shoulders against Sapnap’s. George had already been snoring, his legs hanging over Sapnap’s lap and his head nuzzling Dream’s stomach.

“Man, you asked me how you were smelling. Earthy flowers. Deal with it, it’s sort of disgusting.” But the tips of Sapnap’s ears had been a brilliant red.

“Someone’s lying~ But that’s ok. I like your hearth embers and George’s bark and petrichor, too.”

“Pe – tri – chor,” Sapnap had mocked. Yet he had relaxed into Dream and – they had slept, together and bonds untorn.)

It was Dream’s mask, not a replica, but his own.

Despite this meaning nothing good, Dream sank into old comfort. The safe feeling was soured by Quackity once again running his hands through Dream’s hair. “Things are going to get exciting,” he crowed, no, that’d be an insult to the death goddess and her harbringers, Quackity quacked. “Better to keep a few things mysterious, right? I’ll be generous and let you rest up.”

Dream didn’t know what Quackity meant until the next day when the pistons fired up and someone swaggered over the bridge. The bars slammed down, Techno grunted as he sprung the trap and it clicked in Dream’s mind.

Time passed.

Sir didn’t enter the prison.

How Techno didn’t realize one tiny but largely important fact was beyond Dream but he couldn’t help being grateful.

How Dream managed to escape with Technoblade was also beyond him.

(Sir had managed to shatter Dream – after Technoblade vanished. Sir had not only dug into all the cracks he’d made but also ensured that not even respawning would ever give back Dream’s sight. There had been a slight, incredibly miniscule chance that Dream could have regained his eye sight but… hard to do that without the vital part of eye sight.

Sir had left Dream cold and raw and – there had been moments.

Dream had even hallucinated at one point, must have imagined trembling hands cleaning him up, a lullaby he hadn’t heard since he was ten being sobbed against his ears and a determined vow being seared against his temple. The voice had sounded like Bad, but Bad hated him, guarded him even, offered suggestions like Dream’s loathing of being alone in the dark to Sir. )

“I refuse. You have done more than enough, he can look after himself now.” The coldness in Philza’s screech was more than biting, was cutting when Technoblade didn’t refute his statement.

Once again Dream’s weakness took over and he wasted a minute on hope, begged Technoblade without the right words or gestures but surely, surely Technoblade picked up on it – “See ya later, nerd, stay safe.”

I’m not seeing anything, settled heavy on Dream’s tongue but – Philza was there, feathers scraping against wooden planks. He must be flaring his wings before refolding them. Rinse and repeat.

It wasn’t pride stopping Dream from saying those words. It was Caution. Philza already was irritated with Dream – Dream, objectively, had harmed the man’s family greatly and in various ways. And in an altercation, there was no world in which Technoblade wouldn’t side with Philza.

So Dream bowed, once, the proper Admin way, and darted off into the forest, barely hearing a sudden intake of breath behind him, probably Philza’s. Technoblade wasn’t an Admin, he wouldn’t have known what Dream’s bow had meant.

They didn’t chase after him, anyways.

That first night Dream almost died five times.

The server refused to reconnect to him – a weak Admin was something no World wanted, vulnerability was undesired – and so Dream had to trust his ears and nose, rather than an innate sense of the World.

Twice the rattling of Skeleton bones was barely enough to get ready for the screeching of arrows flying through the air and aiming directly at Dream’s heart. Muscle memory was, thankfully, enough for Dream to land crits against the Skeletons, even though his own frame didn’t differ much from the Skeletons.

Once a zombie almost ripped into Dream’s leg and would have infected him. Dream was already on the ground, having tripped over a root and landing on a patch of ice that sent him careening through the snow. He’d been contemplating just curling up and sleeping when the zombie fell over him. A kick and crit had taken care of the zombie.

Twice, the environment itself, the World – hadn’t that smarted – had turned against him, giving him no warnings as ravines opened up in front of him. Only hearing the echo of stones crumbling and falling, falling, falling before the unbreakable hit the bottom and shattered into a thousand pieces not even gold could glue back together had warned him.

Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

That first night ended and his first day in freedom dawned – judging from the birdsong sneaking through the tree leaves and into Dream’s cave.

Dream didn’t have the energy to stand up.

More hallucinations haunted his sleep – if it was sleep. His body felt too heavy, his thoughts too hazy for him to be sleeping but – at one point, the hallucination of Bad took root in his mind. Dream heard Bad coo, felt Bad heave him into a bed that Dream certainly hadn’t made, cried while Bad tucked him and drew covers tight around him.

“Sleep tight, good dreams will arrive, cupcake,” the hallucination’s voice quivered as rough, scarred fingers slipped underneath Dream’s mask and tugged it off. The hallucination wanted to card through Dream’s hair and it did, detangling the knots, casting Dream’s drifty mind back to the days of happiness and – “Shh, Clay. I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”

Dream wailed, his throat giving out on him. All the while, the hallucination kept touching him, gently, like Bad loved him, like Bad was here, like Bad cared.

(Love and care were two different shoes. Surely, Sapnap and George still loved Dream but they had shown that they didn’t care for him.)

(Dream was forgetting something. Or someone. Heat was lancing through his brain, pain a deliberating force on everything that was him. How his mind still had enough force to call upon a hallucination with the ability to mimic the sensation of touch he didn’t know. But there was someone else, an agenda, Dream was forgetting.)

(Clay hated getting sick, not only because he couldn’t play with Pandas but because he couldn’t help demanding attention. To be fair, Bad would always give it to him.

“I’m dying,” Clay sobbed, writhing against the covers Bad had forced him under. “It’s too hot, it hurts, I am dying!”

“Shh, you silly, silly cupcake.” Bad chuckled, gently stroking over Clay’s head. Those fingers were so good, they spanned half his head and… Bad was starting to mindlessly but gently tug at all of Clay’s knots, tutting whenever another appeared in the long locks of Clay’s hair. “You’ll be ok, I’m here.”

Whenever Bad acted like this, Clay could pretend that Bad wasn’t only Pandas’ Dad but also his own, and fierce, fierce love wrecked Clay’s body together with the many illnesses he suffered.

One day, one day Clay would create a server for them, for Bad and Pandas and himself and anyone else he loved. He knew he was strong enough, as were his convictions and dreams.)

Energy trickled back into Dream, day by day. The hallucination stayed, far longer than Dream expected it to, offering comfort and safety and the weakness was too strong. Dream, shamefully, gave in.

Until one day the rustle of wings, the wind whistling through feathers just outside his and his hallucination’s cave broke the spell.

“Mate?”

Not Sir, not Sir at all but –

“Get out.” His hallucination growled and the air pulsed with heat and old power – and there was no way that Dream’s stitched together mind could have replicate Bad’s aura when he was pissed and protecting someone. (Someone, not something, an important distinction.)

“Bad Boy Halo, I –“

“Leave before I make you leave. You offered no help, worse, you rejected sanctuary.”

“I didn’t know.”

Bad snorted and responded. Philza said words as well but – Dream had already lost the thread, his mind fuzzy with realizations and too full, too broken to comprehend anything. Until –

“Had I known he was blind and a baby Admin, he wouldn’t have left my house!” Feathers hit the stone walls. Or did feathers scrape along obsidian, crying in sync with the dripping walls? Sir was back, wasn’t he –

Scarred hands cradled Dream’s cheeks and a pair of leathery wings sneaked around and under Dream’s frame. The hands didn’t move. They just held his face and provided an anchor for his mind.

“Bad…” How to say the things he had to say, how to ask questions, how –

Dream’s head is pressed to a dark throat and his breath hitched. Too often Dream had been in this position whenever the world got too big, or he got too big for the world and it bared its fangs at him. Being settled against the thrum of Bad’s heart hadn’t rightened all the wrongs in the world but it had always – always – made them manageable.

“I’m here, Dream. Don’t you worry.”

Dream believed him and let himself fall into trust.

One more time.

#c!dream #c!badboyhalo #c!quackity #c!philza #c!techno #gift #angst #hurt/minimal comfort?#warning author likes c!Dream and cc!Dream so please don't come in with neg #also warning: author's been tipsy or drunk while writing this in one go #divider was made by riftdancing

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I know you've seen the boys a while ago you said you had couple of interactions with Matty can uou talk about it more? 🤎

Sure!!

It was the Baltimore show where I was at the very front / second row in the pit. So basically I could see him and he could see me. We were on Ross’s side (and I waved at him and he smiled when he saw me freak out lmao, what a dickhead). So I had the perfect view of Matty and Ross but not Adam or George :( saw Adam a tiny bit. George, all the way in the back, wasn’t too close to us.

BUT Matty was VERY fun and he interacted with our group and the general front few rows a bunch. Some of the interactions even made it on TikTok. He even said that the Baltimore show was the best they’d done so far. And I genuinely think that it’s mostly cuz we didn’t all have our phones out and stuff. Like some people took pics and short videos here and there, but for the most part, the front of the pit was just people dancing and vibing. So he danced with us and interacted with a lot of us and had a lot of fun.

Like, for example, he made fun of our dancing. And, during TOOTIME, I was kind of subconsciously doing the counting hand motion at “I only called one time; maybe it was two times…etc.” and he started mimicking me and laughing. At first I was like there’s no way that’s directed at ME? So I started looking around like an idiot and he found that hilarious. At one point I blew him a kiss and he blew one baccckkkkkk 🥹🥹🥹 (but then also blew tons of kisses for everyone else as well so it wasn’t JUST ME) I lost my mind.

During “Too Shy” he was dancing and looking at me, so any time he got to “maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes” I’d gesture for him to take his shirt off. Cuz he would do the thing where he’d play with it/ lift it a bit and you can see his tummy. So I kept being like “just take it off” and singing the lyric at him. He looked me dead in the eyes and said no. At that point I’d gotten over my “OH MY GOD MATTY HEALY IS LOOKING AT ME?!!!” And just rolled my eyes and gave him the finger. Which, again, he found really funny. He laughed and did a little dramatic bow before making his way to the other side.

There are a lot of little moments like that where it felt like he appreciated the audience’s attention and wanted to reciprocate. The girl next to me made heart signs at him whenever he looked in our direction and he mouthed to her “love you too” the girl in front of me had the sign that read “democracy is stupid” and he read it and said “that’s a quote of mine” (she actually had the sign cuz on the other side it there was more where she would force him to pick a song to sing. Like her point was “since you think democracy is stupid you don’t get a choice. You have to pick a song”) kinda, but he didn’t seem to understand the point. He read the first side of the sign, started ranting to explain why “democracy is stupid,” got distracted by some tangent, and never looked at the sign again HAHA.

My friend also had her hand up while dancing and he kind of mimicked her and started flailing around. He just basically enjoys roasting his fans. If he thinks someone dances kinda funny he’ll make fun of them. But it’s okay cuz he’s a sweetheart and he’s so hot and when they did 28 I think I forgot to breathe.

Oh man. Best night of my fuckin life :( I miss him. I miss them all.

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The Emerald of the Season.

Eloise Bridgerton x Male Character.

AU where Eloise Bridgerton falls in love with someone unexpected.

Word Count: 1,776

Part 1/?

Relationship: Eloise Bridgerton/Male Character

Warning: None

• • •

The first day of the season started in quite a stressful way. With a beautiful carriage stopping in front of the Buckingham house. Brimsley waited outside with some more service people, all of them excited for the guest to arrive.

“Your Highness”-. Said Brimsley as a man, not older than 18 years old came out of the carriage. Wearing a blue tailcoat with gold buttons, black pants and shoes.

“Hello Brimsley”-. The young smiled at him as he started walking towards him. Right behind him was another man, a servant, that Brimsley recognized reminded him of Reynolds-. “This is Marcel, he doesn’t leave me alone.”

“I was appointed as your chaperone the day you turn 13 your Highness.”

“Where is my aunt?”

“The Queen is waiting for you inside. I’ll have the servants take you stuff to your chambers-.” With a movement of his hand Brimsley had the servants moving quickly to collect everything they had to-. “If you follow me, I’ll take you to the Queen.”

The walk was silent, with Brimsley leading the way as the young man looked around, amused by the castle. Marcel behind his Lord, constantly worrying about his safety and comfort. After some walking they stopped in front of a beautiful door for just one second, enough for both of them to catch their breath and then they went inside.

“Sebastian!”- The Queen looked happy, thrilled even. Her clothes and hair reminiscing of another Era, the Era when King George wasn’t hidden away.

“Aunt!”- He passed Brimsley, forgetting to bow or show any type of manners and just hugged his aunt. He had miss her and her blunt attitude.

“You have grown so much since the last time I saw you.”

“I would hope so! I was just 15 when you did-.” He laugh while his Aunt inspected him-. “It would be kind of embarrassing if I didn’t”.

“Have some tea dear”-. They sat down and while Sebastian decided to have some tea and biscuits the Queen kept inspecting him. He could feel her eyes, watching his every move so he decided to make some conversation.

“The weather seems nic…”

“You know why your father has send you here, correct?”- A sigh escape his lips, he knew exactly why.

“For me to find a wife now that I’ve declined every single woman in Spain?”

“You are the Prince of Spain, the future King and leader of your people. How long did you think you could go without marrying?”

“I knew I had to marry, I just couldn’t find anyone that was bearable enough”.

“Well that’s why you’re here with me, so I can help you find someone worthy of the title you will give them”.

• • •

The Bridgerton house was a mess. Gregory and Hyacinth ran around like the children they were, Anthony, Benedict and Colin were trying to get them ready and under control while Daphne and Violet tried (unsuccessfully) to calm Eloise down. It was her second season on the market and after the disappointment and mess of last year she was more stressed than ever. She couldn’t bring shame to her family anymore.

“Calm down, you will do great”-. Assure Daphne but that felt to deaf ears. Eloise was having a full blown panic attack at this point.

“Eloise calm down, it will be ok!”- Her mother held her face between her hands, trying to make her safer and it sorta worked. Her breathing was still erratic but calmer-. “We must make haste”.

That gained her a smile from Eloise, still remembering what she had screamed at Daphne two seasons ago. She wasn’t comfortable enough to talk yet but decided to give her mother a nod instead. She wasn’t ready but honestly would she ever be fully ready?

The ride to the ball was mostly quiet, Benedict tried to get Eloise to talk but he was unsuccessful. She wanted quiet time and thats what they gave her. With each minute that passed, her heart sank a little bit more and once she saw Lady Danbury’s house her stomach felt like it was turning on itself. She wanted to run, to hide away where no one could find her.

The carriage stopped at the entrance and with a heavy heart she got out of it. Walking in was dreadful and the stares she got didn’t make anything better.

But this was her life and it was time to face it.

• • •

The ball wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be but to be honest the reason it wasn’t bad it’s because no one knew who he was, no one knew his title and that saved him from every mamma throwing their daughters to him.

He walked around everyone, watching closely at every girl in that house. Marcel was right behind him, making sure to watch after his Prince. Sebastian was so concentrated on the dance floor, on moving so quickly and he didn’t realize until his shoulder clashed with someone.

Eloise on the other hand was aware of how quickly she was moving, it was actually on purpose. Lord Fife was right behind her, trying to ask her to dance and that was definitely going to go horribly. She was so concentrated on running away from him that she didn’t see the man in front of her until her chest hit his shoulder.

The clash was harsh, Eloise almost hit the floor and barely kept her balance. Thankfully Sebastian held her by her shoulders, as gentle as he could. Eloise looked up, ready to argue with whoever had bumped into her but before she could articulate any words he spoke.

“Are you hurt?”- He sounded worried and Eloise was frozen. She had never been this close to a man before.

“Ms Bridgerton!”- Lord Fife voice brought her back to reality, he had almost caught up to her.

“What is your name my Lord?”- She asked the blonde man in front who had stopped holding her shoulders a few seconds ago.

“What?”

“Your name… Please he is coming and I don’t want to…”- It was clear on her face what she meant and Sebastian wasn’t dumb. She wanted to play pretend so the guy would leave her alone.

“Would you allow me this dance my Lady?”- He asked politely while extending a hand for her to take. Lord Fife stopped on his tracks, looking at the strange man in front of Eloise. He had never seen him before.

“Of course”-. She whispered thankfully that the Lord had decided to help her out. They walked to the dance floor together, him holding her hand up.

“What’s your name my Lady?”- He asked once the dance had started. He wasn’t planning on spending a whole song without any conversation.

“One, two, one… What?”- Counting her steps was important, the last thing she wanted was to step on the nice gentleman foot after he saved her from Lord Fife.

“Your name? Or would you rather me call you ‘The Lady who runs from her matches’?”

“I’m Eloise Bridgerton”-. She could sense the stares from the people around her. She wasn’t know to interact with suitors and that included dancing with them-. “What if your name my Lord?”

“Just Sebastian Borbón”-. Eloise raised an eyebrow. The surname sounded familiar and the accent confused her. It wasn’t French and it was definitely not English.

“Where are you from? I can’t place the accent”.

“You’re blunt”-. He laughed softly.

“I’m sorry, that question was inappropriate…”

“Don’t apologize, be blunt. I promise you my ego won’t get hurt”-. He didn’t find it amusing, he found it brave. There’s not that many women in this society with the guts to be mouthy and it felt like fresh air-. “And to answer your question, it’s a Spanish accent”.

“I’m use to people telling me to act more like a lady and those kind of questions aren’t ladylike”-. Her eye rolled made him giggle-. “Spain? You seem to be far from home my Lord”.

“Seems like it”.

“If I could ask, why have you come so far?”

“For the same reason you’re in this ball my Lady”.

“Because your mamma decided to bring you against your will?”

“More like my aunt but yes”.

“Why is it that older women like the idea of forcing younger people to marry? We should be able to choose if we want to do it or not”-. Her eyebrows created a frown and she started ranting about liberation and women’s rights. Sebastian didn’t interrupt her, he just looked at her with wonder on his eyes. She really was a entertaining woman-. “I apologize, I’ve been ranting”.

She looked up, waiting for him to be angry and disgusted at her. After all that’s what every man felt once they heard her ‘radical’ opinions but not him. He kept looking at her with a soft smile and softly nodded for her to continue speaking but before she could, the song ended, Colin appeared out of thin air and he took her away from the gentleman.

“Are you ok sister?”- Colin whispered to her as they walked back to the rest of the family where their mother was waiting. Violet had been worried about her daughter since she had disappeared about 15 minutes ago without saying anything.

“I’m fine brother, just exhausted”-. Eloise lied, not wanting to admit to her brother that the mysterious young man had made her nervous.

“Welcome to my humble house!”- Lady Danbury was now in the middle of the dance floor, with a glass in her hand and a smile on her face-. “Each season we rejoice in courting and in the idea of finding love, and this year won’t be that much different. Except for one thing ladies and gentlemen and that is that the Queen’s nephew, the Prince of Spain will be part of our season. He will be looking for a wife and a future Queen”.

Everyone was whispering and staring. The Prince of Spain? Here? Looking for a wife? The mamas were going insane, looking around hoping to get their hands on the Prince. Almost all the Bridgertons were whispering to each other except Eloise because she was just dancing with a Spanish man… Could it be the Prince? No… Or yes?

“Come here dear, show your face”-. Lady Danbury reached her hand to one of the young men closed to her and pulled him to the center so everyone could get a good look of him.

Eloise’s heart stopped for one second as she looked at Sebastian standing next to Lady Danbury. No, he wasn’t just Sebastian. He was the Prince and she felt like an idiot.

#eloise bridgerton #bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #Eloise x male character #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #queen charlotte #lady danbury

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linajinnnn · 1 year

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How they were translated: Korean SIX

Brought some lines and lyrics from Korean Production of SIX. Take a look at how they were translated! * notes: the lines and lyrics may not be fully accurate, 'cause I wrote them only depending from my memory.

[Ex-wives]

Remember us from PBS/GCSEs? ▶ Remember us from History Special? 우리 역사 스페셜에서 봤지? (note: History Special is one of the most popular TV show in Korea, broadcasted during 1998-2012. They mada a right localization!)

You're gonna find out how he got unfriended ▶ You're gonna find out the reason I blocked him. 알게 될 걸 그를 차단한 이유

But I didn't look as good as I did in my pic Funny how we all discuss that But never Henry's little- ▶ So he's disappointed with my actual look Do you think you're the only one who's disappointed? Your tiny and little- 근데 실물 보고 달라서 실망했대 지만 실망한 줄 아나 작고 작은 너의 소중이 (OK so Korean Cleves didn't just 'unfriended' but 'blocked' Henry… and she slays 🤣)

[No way]

Well daddy weren't you there When I gave birth to Mary? (spoken) Aw, hi baby Daughters are so easy to forget ▶ What was the word Mary calls you? (spoken) Daddy So daughters are not enough to be your children 우리 딸 메리가 뭐라고 부르지 널 아빠 딸은 자식 아닌가보지

+ and Korean Aragon says 'Hola' instead of 'Muy Bien' at the beginning.

[Don't Lose Ur Head]

L-O-L, say "oh well" Or go to hell ▶ Ha-ha-ha, just laugh at it Or just shut up 하하하 웃든지 아님 닥쳐줘

Your comment went viral / Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you ▶ You've got so many mean tweets / You've got million haters 너 악플 쩔더라 / 백만 안티 (especially loved this one😂 gives bit of K-POP industry vibe)

[Haus of Holbein]

Ignore the fear and you'll be fine We'll turn this vier into a nine So just say "ja" and don't say "nein" ▶ It's okay don't worry We're photoshop them das is gut Never doubt them das is gut 괜찮아 걱정하지마 뽀샵해줄게 das is gut 의심하지마 das is gut

[Get Down]

Get down, you dirty rascal ▶ Get down and bow to me 엎드려 절하여라 (and when Korean Cleves says this her tone is like a character from historical drama👍)

[Howard Intro]

Nice neck by the way ▶ What a pretty neck you've got! By the way you still have it! 너 목 정말 예쁘다! 그나저나 아직까지 달려있구나 (so Korean Boleyn's got Regina George vibe love them)

[All You Wanna Do]

But my dad's got this amazing job at the palace ▶ My dad's got me amazing internship at the palace 근데 아빠가 궁전에 끝내주는 인턴 자릴 잡아준거야 (they translated it as 'internship' and I wonder why🤔 Maybe to emphasize how young Howard is?)

[Parr Intro]

Ooh, “I’m Catherine Parr, I draw lines in arbitrary places.” Blah-blah! ▶ "Hello, I'm Catherine Parr, came to draw lines in your conscience." ZIP! 안녕 난 캐서린 파야 양심에 선을 긋겠어 찍- (and Ryeowon's Howard was damn cute when she says ZIP!)

[Six]

His mates were super arty But I showed them how to party ▶ My friends are Artistic My Parties are Fantastic 내 친구는 아티스틱 내 파티는 판타스틱 (Cleves says the word 'Aristic' and 'Fantastic' in English 😆)

…and for the last, I bring you how my favorite lyrics from SIX were translated into Korean!

We're one of a kind No category Too many years Lost in history We're free to take Our crowning glory ▶ No one can make category on us Our own history that was forgotten Taking back my freedom and glory 우릴 하나로 묶을 순 없어 잊혀졌던 우리의 역사 내 자유 영광 이제 되찾아

It's the end of the show, of the histo-remix We switched up the flow and we changed the prefix Everybody knows that we used to be six wives But we wanna say before we drop the curtain Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain All that we know is that we used to be six wives ▶ Our show is about to end re-writing the history Our own lyrics we changed and singing Everyone knows we were that six wives We wanna say before the show ends Do not be certain for anything you know We are not that six wives everyone used to know 이제 끝나가는 쇼 다시 쓰는 역사 바꿔 부르는 우리만의 가사 모두가 알지 우리가 바로 식스 와이프 쇼가 끝나기 전에 얘기할래 니가 아는걸 확신하지마 모두가 알던 우리가 아냐 식스 와이프

I know there are lots of negative comments among Korean theater fans, about how poor the Korean translations are. But I did like some parts. I won't say I'm fully satisfied with the translations but some parts were really touching just like the original ones. Hope they make progress in the future. 😊

#식스더뮤지컬 #식스 #six #six the musical #six the musical korea #six korea #six south korea #sixthemusicalkr

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amitlee · 1 year

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Unaware

Summary: George gets caught playing dress-up in XD’s cloak. Aka: Out of spite and boredom, I made this to torment Mushie.

Warnings: None

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George stared in amazement at the long green cloak hung up near his front door. The dark green garment flowed beautifully with ethereal magic, easily taunting the mortal. The cloak was rarely seen without its owner, which only made it more appealing to George.

He looked to his left and right, finding both directions empty of the god. George focused his gaze back on the cloak and cautiously took it off the rack it was hanging on. The material was soft to the touch, though with the dull scratch of wool. George ran his fingers over the clothing and distantly remembered moments when he would do the same with Dream’s and Sapnap’s clothes; taking them and watching chaos unfold.

He shrugged the cloak on and took in his appearance in a nearby mirror. The cloak was clearly made for someone who was at least twice his size. The sleeves bunched up and swallowed his hands entirely, there was a large pile of the fabric laying on the ground from where it hung off his body. Despite it being much too big for him, George found himself smiling giddily and snuggling into the fabric. He swayed side to side, seeing the cloak at all angles and being pleased at his appearance. He felt regal.

He raised his hand as if holding a staff and spoke in a gruff voice, “I am the powerful XD, you will bow to me.” He broke into titters at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

“George,” He started again in the same low tone, “There is a small pool of water in the bathroom. Why is it raining indoors?” He asked himself, barely containing his laughter at the memory and his recount.

He was so busy giggling to himself and making light fun of his friend, that he missed the air shifting and the subtle pop signaling that he was no longer alone. XD stood by and watched as George continued to play.

“George, get behind me. There is a wolf in your house. Do not be afraid, it will not harm you while I’m here.” George wheezed, clearly amused with himself.

XD flushed at the memory, how was he to know that humans befriended wildlife?

“I still don’t understand that one.” XD spoke up.

A startled scream ripped from George’s throat. He whipped his head around to see the deity standing behind him, with a sly smile beginning to form underneath his mask. “XD,” He said.

“I was looking for that.” XD spoke in reference to his cloak, cutting off whatever George was going to say. “But you do look rather cute in it, maybe I’ll let you keep it.”

George looked astonishingly at XD. “Really?” He asked, full of confusion and suspicion.

XD let out a dark chuckle. “Absolutely not.” XD straightened his back and cracked his knuckles, a trick he’d learned from Dream. His head brushed the ceiling at his full height, and suddenly George knew he was in a game of cat and mouse.

George picked up the excess cloak from the floor and ran in the other direction, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He ran around twists and turns, dodged furniture, and weaved around corners; all the while XD lagged slightly behind. While the god would normally win chases instantly, being confined in George’s house gave him a disadvantage, something that George was very happy about.

“How long do you think you’ll be able to run for, George?” XD asked tauntingly. “You know what’s going to happen when I catch you, right?”

George screamed at how close XD’s voice was. He chose not to reply, his giggling being enough of a response on its own.

“Don’t worry, giggles, you won’t have to wait.”

Before George could wonder what XD meant, he felt himself be pulled back by his wrists that were entangled in XD’s cloak. He squawked as he fell right into his chaser’s awaiting arms.

XD chuckled, “Do you know how much trouble you’re in right now, pretty boy?”

George whined and attempted to hide his face, but found out that his hands were stuck perfectly in place. “Stop calling me that.” He said, already beside himself with the amount of butterflies he felt.

XD tsked before speaking once again. “It's true. Look at how precious you are!” He crooned. He softly grabbed George’s chin and made the mortal look at him.George’s red face was fully on display, showcasing his beaming smile and tumbling laughter.

“And look at how much you’re laughing! Imagine how bad it’ll be when I actually start to tickle you.” The deity taunted with a grin of his own.

George groaned, trying in vain to wiggle out of his trapped position. “Just get it over with already!” He blurted out.

As soon as the words left George’s mouth, he knew he had made a mistake. XD’s grin turned feral, with his dull fangs on full display.

“Oh, you want me to tickle you?”

George tried to backtrack, but was stopped by XD’s lower set of hands massaging his ribs. He squealed and thrashed as XD expertly wiggled in the grooves of the bones.

“All you had to do was ask!” XD continued, “You know I could never refuse such a ticklish little thing.”

XD paused his wiggling fingers, “Or maybe I could.” He lowered his mouth to speak lowly right next to George’s ear. “Maybe you just deserve it.”

With that, he jumped back into relentlessly tickling George’s ribs, being sure to pay extra attention to spots that made the man scream with laughter. In addition to this, his free set of hands gently massaged into the muscle on each side of George’s belly button.

George threw his head back onto XD’s chest, howling as he was tickled out of his mind. With the cloak bounding his hands, he had nothing to do but squirm side to side as XD took him apart. With hands on his ribs and stomach, his wild squirming only pushed himself onto XD’s tickling fingers. He felt his knees buckle and give out, only being saved by XD reflexively catching him.

“Where are you going George?” XD asked with a mocking tone.

George shuddered with leftover giggles, “Awahahay!”

“Oh I don’t think so.” XD shook his head. “You were so curious. I’m just making sure that you’ve gotten acquainted with my cloak.” The playful excuse rolled off his tongue with ease.

“Ihi was just trying it ohohon!” George argued his point, not realizing the hole he was digging for himself.

“On purpose?” XD asked.

George nodded his head. “Yes! Wait-no! Well, I mean-“ George stuttered over himself.

“Oh.” XD said with a cheshire grin. “Well in that case,” XD’s hands jumped back to life, with his top pair squeezing the brunette’s hips and his bottom pair massaging his thighs. XD chuckled at George’s booming laughter and frantic squirming.

George’s face was bright red as he shook his head back and forth. He cackled breathlessly as he fought with the fabric still entangling his wrists, but eventually resigned himself to going limp in XD’s hold.

XD cooed, the sound echoing and reverberating through George’s very being. “Are you finally giving up?”

George rapidly nodded, “YEHEHES YEHEHEhehes!”

XD ceased his actions and withdrew his arms, letting George gently down on the floor as he shook with mirthful giggles.

“Ohoho my gohohod.” George whined. “Is that all I needed to sahay?”

XD nodded, “You still have my cloak, after all.”

George spluttered and pulled at his hands. He found that the fabric easily slid off. He stared wide eyed “What! No! It was stuck! I-” He spoke hastily. “There is no way.”

XD laughed with a knowing look. “It does have a mind of its own, often time.” He offered the insight.

George groaned and raked his, now free, hands down his face.

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I genuinely couldn’t figure out how to end that, so have fun with an abrupt stop! Anyways, I hope you like it!

As for a certain little bug wondering around; I hope you enjoyed it and that it was as torturous as possible. It’s still cushiony because I’m a softy and you’re a sadist, but I hope you liked the little stuff I threw in.

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Rickmas day 9!

prompt: Strings Attached

18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: friends with benefits, mentions of sex, one sex scene that is interrupted, swearing

Friends with benefits. A term that meant no strings attached. Except there were. At least for me. At least in the last few months. The colder it got, the longer we spent in bed together. The longer we spent in bed, the closer we got. The closer we got, the more I fell. And it was getting harder to keep it from him.

A brief knock on the door shook me from my thoughts. I looked up and there he stood, a smirk on his face.

“Sheriff.” I bowed my head. “What can I do for you today sir?” He walked into my room and closed the door. “Sir?” He couldn’t be doing what I thought he was doing. Anyone could walk in at any moment and I didn’t want to stop him. Standing in front of me, he raised an eyebrow.

“The castle is empty today. King Richard is off on some,” the sheriff looked out the window across from my bed before turning back to me again. “Hunting party.” He started to stalk towards me, backing me towards the bed. I bit back a groan at the implication of his words. “You know how long those tend to run.” He dipped his head and attached his lips to my neck. I let my head fall back and I gripped his collar.

“George.” I moaned. My legs hit my bed and I fell back, taking him with me. He chuckled as he situated himself on top of me, his hand sneakily moving in between my legs.

“(Y/N).” He whispered as his hand found what he was looking for. “Eager are we?” He gave me a genuine smile as he worked me over. My hands grappled at his shirt, getting it off haphazardly. George removed his hand and sat back on his knees to pull it off. Sitting up, quick work was made of my own. Once our clothing had been removed, we moved under the blankets. “No one is going to walk in, but I’d rather not be exposed just in case.” I responded by kissing him forcefully. He chuckled into the kiss and lined himself up.

“Ready.” I nodded as he pulled back. George quickly entered me and I gasped at the feeling. He lowered his weight on top of me, forearms framing my head.

“This alright?” I nodded, wrapping my arms around his back. “Good.” He leaned in to kiss me just as he started moving his hips in a steady rhythm. I lifted mine to meet him and he growled before burying his face in my neck. “Oh fuck. Do that again.” I squeezed his shoulders as my head fell back and I gasped when he snapped his hips up. He chuckled before kissing my neck. “God I love you.” He breathed out. I froze and immediately pushed on his chest to get him to back off. George pulled out of me but didn’t move.

“George?” I whispered. Slowly, he raised himself up and rolled off me. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. Reaching over the side of the bed, I grabbed his cape and wrapped it around myself. I got out of bed and walked over to stand in front of him. I knelt down in front of him and reached out for his hands. “George.” He slowly put his hands in mine. “Look at me.” His eyes slowly looked up from whatever they were staring at on the floor to meet mine. Then they were tracing the pattern on my curtains.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. I squeezed his hands, trying to draw his attention back to me. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I got caught up…” his eyes finally landed back on me. George cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not mad at me.” My body tensed for a second before I frowned at him.

“Why would I be mad at you?” He chuckled before sinking to his knees in front of me.

“Well considering the fact that I expressed my love for you mid act when we both said this was a no strings attached type of arrangement,” his eyebrows rose up and he leaned towards me. “You should be furious with me. But you’re not. Why is that?” I bit my lip before looking down at our hands. There was a soft gasp before George dropped my hands. I looked up confused only to be met with his hands on either side of my face.

“George? What…” he closed the gap between us and kissed me. It wasn’t like our other kisses, forceful and everywhere. This one was soft and slow and focused. I sighed and leaned into him. Pulling away, he rested his head against mine. “I love you too.” I whispered. He chuckled.

“Took you long enough.” I gently pushed him. “I’m joking. It took us long enough.” I hummed as I reached up and brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen in his face.

“So what now?” He hummed as he pulled me back into the bed. With a smirk, he lowered himself onto me again and kissed me.

“How about we continue our previous arrangement,” he gently slid into me and I moaned. “But with strings attached this time?” Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around him and lovingly brushed his hair out of his face.

“Oh god yes.” I moaned. “Now move George.” He laughed as he did just as I asked.

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: The Watcher (Areo I) [Chapter 38]

"Let us look upon this head," his prince commanded.

Areo Hotah ran his hand along the smooth shaft of his longaxe, his ash-and-iron wife, all the while watching. He watched the white knight, Ser Balon Swann, and the others who had come with him. He watched the Sand Snakes, each at a different table. He watched the lords and ladies, the serving men, the old blind seneschal, and the young maester Myles, with his silky beard and servile smile. Standing half in light and half in shadow, he saw all of them. Serve. Protect. Obey. That was his task.

George should have been meta and named this chapter The Watchman.

Doran having two maesters makes me like him more.

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His slippers whispering against the floor, Maester Caleotte crossed the hall to Ser Balon Swann. The round little man looked splendid in his new robes, with their broad bands of dun and butternut and narrow stripes of red.

Caleotte's a fashionista!

Why is he not in grey? Is that noteworthy after the last chapter?

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Ser Balon Swann was taut as a drawn bow, the captain of guards observed. This new white knight was not so tall nor comely as the old one, but he was bigger across the chest, burlier, his arms thick with muscle. His snowy cloak was clasped at the throat by two swans on a silver brooch. One was ivory, the other onyx, and it seemed to Areo Hotah as if the two of them were fighting.

That's enough for me to know House Swann will be divided in the war to come.

Ser Balon's unease was plain. "Donnel erred, but he is Tommen's man now. You have my word."

"It's not Ser Donnel the Constant who concerns me. It's you." Jaime leaned forward. "What will you do if brave Ser Donnel gives his sword to yet another usurper, and one day comes storming into the throne room? And there you stand all in white, between your king and your blood. What will you do?"

"I . . . my lord, that will never happen." - Jaime VIII, ADWD

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The man who wore them looked a fighter too. This one will not die so easy as the other. He will not charge into my axe the way Ser Arys did. He will stand behind his shield and make me come at him. If it came to that, Hotah would be ready. His longaxe was sharp enough to shave with.

Areo Hotah is a bit of a clairvoyant.

He correctly predicted there would be a day he fights Arys.

One day, he sensed, the two of them would fight; on that day Oakheart would die, with the captain's longaxe crashing through his skull. He slid his hand along the smooth ashen shaft of his axe and wondered if that day was drawing nigh. - The Captain of the Guards, AFFC

He had these unsettling thoughts about Obara.

She had left her spear outside. For that, Areo Hotah gave thanks. Quick and strong as she was, the woman was no match for him, he knew . . . but she did not, and he had no wish to see her blood upon the pale pink marble. - The Captain of Guards, AFFC

And now Balon Swann.

Areo Hotah, Balon Swann, and Obara Sand are together in the Dornish mountains right now.

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The skull rested on a bed of black felt, grinning. All skulls grinned, but this one seemed happier than most. And bigger. The captain of guards had never seen a larger skull. Its brow shelf was thick and heavy, its jaw massive.

I trust this is Gregor Clegane's skull.

So what is on top of Robert Strong's shoulders? Spooky.

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"That is as it may be, my lady," said Balon Swann, "but Ser Gregor was a knight, and a knight should die with sword in hand. Poison is a foul and filthy way to kill."

Lady Tyene smiled at that. Her gown was cream and green, with long lace sleeves, so modest and so innocent that any man who looked at her might think her the most chaste of maids. Areo Hotah knew better. Her soft, pale hands were as deadly as Obara's callused ones, if not more so. He watched her carefully, alert to every little flutter of her fingers.

Creepy's back.

Areo Hotah is on high alert whenever Tyene's around Doran. Might be telling us something!

"Oh, I must pray that I never see you frightened, Uncle. You might forget to breathe." She raised a hand . . .

The captain brought the butt of his longaxe down upon the marble with a thump. "My lady, you presume. Step from the dais, if it please you." - The Captain of the Guards, AFFC

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The prince left it to Ricasso, his blind seneschal, to rise and propose the toast. "Lords and ladies, let us all now drink to Tommen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms."

What a show! Well done spineless Doran, craven Wyman Manderly couldn't have done any better.

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The white knight did drink, as was only courteous. His companions likewise. So did the Princess Arianne, Lady Jordayne, the Lord of Godsgrace, the Knight of Lemonwood, the Lady of Ghost Hill … even Ellaria Sand, Prince Oberyn's beloved paramour, who had been with him in King's Landing when he died. Hotah paid more note to those who did not drink: Ser Daemon Sand, Lord Tremond Gargalen, the Fowler twins, Dagos Manwoody, the Ullers of the Hellholt, the Wyls of the Boneway. If there is trouble, it could start with one of them. Dorne was an angry and divided land, and Prince Doran's hold on it was not as firm as it might be.

Must remember these names.

The Fowlers and Ullers seem like the most noteworthy.

Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse. Ellaria Sand was Lord Harmen's natural daughter. She and her little ones had been locked away with the rest of the Sand Snakes. That would have made Lord Harmen wroth, and the Ullers were dangerous when wroth. Too dangerous, perhaps. The princess did not want to put any more lives in danger. - The Princess in the Tower, AFFC

Lord Fowler might be a safer choice. The Old Hawk, he was called. He had never gotten on with Anders Yronwood; there was bad blood between their Houses going back a thousand years, from when the Fowlers had chosen Martell over Yronwood during Nymeria's War. The Fowler twins were famous friends of Lady Nym as well, but how much weight would that carry with the Old Hawk? - The Princess in the Tower, AFFC

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Tyene declined Ricasso's toast with a murmur and Lady Nym with a flick of a hand. Obara let them fill her cup to the brim, then upended it to spill the red wine on the floor.

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Arianne touched the pin that clasped his cloak, with its quarreling swans. "I have always been fond of swans. No other bird is half so beautiful, this side of the Summer Isles."

"Your peacocks might dispute that," said Ser Balon.

"They might," said Arianne, "but peacocks are vain, proud creatures, strutting about in all those gaudy colors. Give me a swan serene in white or beautiful in black."

Ser Balon gave a nod and sipped his wine. This one is not so easily seduced as was his Sworn Brother, Hotah thought.

Hey, Sansa likes black birds too.

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Midnight was close at hand when Prince Doran turned to the white knight and said, "Ser Balon, I have read the letter that you brought me from our gracious queen. Might I assume that you are familiar with its contents, ser?"

Hotah saw the knight tense. "I am, my lord. Her Grace informed me that I might be called upon to escort her daughter back to King's Landing. King Tommen has been pining for his sister and would like Princess Myrcella to return to court for a short visit."

Princess Arianne made a sad face. "Oh, but we have all grown so fond of Myrcella, ser. She and my brother Trystane have become inseparable."

"Prince Trystane would be welcome in King's Landing as well," said Balon Swann. "King Tommen would wish to meet him, I am sure. His Grace has so few companions near his own age."

"The bonds formed in boyhood can last a man for life," said Prince Doran. "When Trystane and Myrcella wed, he and Tommen will be as brothers. Queen Cersei has the right of it. The boys should meet, become friends. Dorne will miss him, to be sure, but it is past time Trystane saw something of the world beyond the walls of Sunspear."

"I know King's Landing will welcome him most warmly."

Why is he sweating now? the captain wondered, watching. The hall is cool enough, and he never touched the stew.

"As for the other matter that Queen Cersei raises," Prince Doran was saying, "it is true, Dorne's seat upon the small council has been vacant since my brother's death, and it is past time that it was filled again. I am flattered that Her Grace feels my counsel might be of use to her, though I wonder if I have the strength for such a journey. Perhaps if we went by sea?"

"By ship?" Ser Balon seemed taken aback. "That … would that be safe, my prince? Autumn is a bad season for storms, or so I've heard, and … the pirates in the Stepstones, they …"

The Watcher is picking up on something.

Trystane will not be going to King's Landing. I'd like to believe the show killed him because they didn't have a Quentyn to off.

He ate little, Hotah observed: a spoon of soup, a bite of the pepper, the leg off a capon, some fish. He shunned the lamprey pie and tried only one small spoonful of the stew.

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Why is he sweating now? the captain wondered, watching. The hall is cool enough, and he never touched the stew.

Add The Watcher to the list of flawed narrators.

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"I am eager to see her once again," said Ser Balon. "And to visit your Water Gardens. I've heard they are very beautiful."

"Beautiful and peaceful," the prince said. "Cool breezes, sparkling water, and the laughter of children. The Water Gardens are my favorite place in this world, ser. One of my ancestors had them built to please his Targaryen bride and free her from the dust and heat of Sunspear. Daenerys was her name. She was sister to King Daeron the Good, and it was her marriage that made Dorne part of the Seven Kingdoms. The whole realm knew that the girl loved Daeron's bastard brother Daemon Blackfyre, and was loved by him in turn, but the king was wise enough to see that the good of thousands must come before the desires of two, even if those two were dear to him. It was Daenerys who filled the gardens with laughing children. Her own children at the start, but later the sons and daughters of lords and landed knights were brought in to be companions to the boys and girls of princely blood. And one summer's day when it was scorching hot, she took pity on the children of her grooms and cooks and serving men and invited them to use the pools and fountains too, a tradition that has endured till this day."

Nice bait from the author.

This Daenerys won't be choosing the Dornish prince, is on the verge of prioritizing her own desires, and will not be making peace with Dorne.

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"Do that, and we will never see the girl again, and your son will spend his life a hostage to the Iron Throne."

"Do you take me for a fool, Obara?" The prince sighed. "There is much you do not know. Things best not discussed here, where anyone can hear. If you hold your tongue, I may enlighten you." He winced. "Slower, for the love you bear me. That last jolt sent a knife right through my knee."

Obara slowed her pace by half. "What will you do, then?"

Her sister Tyene gave answer. "What he always does," she purred. "Delay, obscure, prevaricate. Oh, no one does that half so well as our brave uncle."

I think it's time to go back to your cell.

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Not until the doors of his solar were safely closed behind them did he wheel his chair about to face the women. Even that effort left him breathless, and the Myrish blanket that covered his legs caught between two spokes as he rolled, so he had to clutch it to keep it from being torn away. Beneath the coverlet, his legs were pale, soft, ghastly. Both of his knees were red and swollen, and his toes were almost purple, twice the size they should have been.

I think the author would like me to believe Doran will die from natural causes.

You can't fool me, sir.

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"The skull is large enough, no doubt," said the prince. "And we know that Oberyn wounded Gregor grievously. Every report we have had since claims that Clegane died slowly, in great pain."

"Just as Father intended," said Tyene. "Sisters, truly, I know the poison Father used. If his spear so much as broke the Mountain's skin, Clegane is dead, I do not care how big he was. Doubt your little sister if you like, but never doubt our sire."

There's three things in life that are certain: death, taxes, and Tyene Sand poisoning someone.

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Obara bristled. "I never did and never shall." She gave the skull a mocking kiss. "This is a start, I'll grant."

"A start?" said Ellaria Sand, incredulous. "Gods forbid. I would it were a finish. Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon, Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw a breath. Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can be at rest? Where does it end?"

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"It ends in blood, as it began," said Lady Nym. "It ends when Casterly Rock is cracked open, so the sun can shine on the maggots and the worms within. It ends with the utter ruin of Tywin Lannister and all his works."

One point for Casterly Rock being cracked open.

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"I could wish that he died at my hand." Lady Nym settled in a chair, her long black braid falling across one shoulder to her lap. She had her father's widow's peak. Beneath it her eyes were large and lustrous. Her wine-red lips curled in a silken smile. "If he had, his dying would not have been so easy."

"Ser Gregor does look lonely," said Tyene, in her sweet septa's voice. "He would like some company, I'm certain."

I don't know how you send these two to King's Landing.

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Ellaria's cheeks were wet with tears, her dark eyes shining. Even weeping, she has a strength in her, the captain thought.

"Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?" Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain's head. "I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?"

Can you believe what the show did to Ellaria Sand? Tyene Sand was right there. She existed. She was portrayed by Rosabell Laurenti Sellers.

"When I take King's Landing, I'll send you Cersei's head."

And will that bring my Ned back to me? she thought. - Catelyn II, ACOK

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"My prince." Ellaria kissed him on the brow and took her leave. Areo Hotah was sad to see her go. She is a good woman.

When she had gone, Lady Nym said, "I know she loved our father well, but it is plain she never understood him."

Alright, you too. Back to your cell.

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"Darkstar did it," his little princess said. "He tried to kill Princess Myrcella too. As she will tell Ser Balon."

Nym smiled. "That part at least is true."

"It is all true," said the prince, with a wince of pain. Is it his gout that hurts him, or the lie? "And now Ser Gerold has fled back to High Hermitage, beyond our reach."

"Darkstar," Tyene murmured, with a giggle. "Why not? It is all his doing. But will Ser Balon believe it?"

You lying LIAR.

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Obara snorted in disbelief. "She may lie today and lie tomorrow, but soon or late she'll tell the truth. If Ser Balon is allowed to carry tales back to King's Landing, drums will sound and blood will flow. He should not be allowed to leave."

The reality Doran Martell refuses to face.

Don't worry Doran, the Sand Snakes will handle that for you.

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"We could kill him, to be sure," said Tyene, "but then we would need to kill the rest of his party too, even those sweet young squires. That would be … oh, so messy."

What's more insane, Doran sending Quentyn to Meereen or Tyene to King's Landing?

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Prince Doran shut his eyes and opened them again. Hotah could see his leg trembling underneath the blanket. "If you were not my brother's daughters, I would send the three of you back to your cells and keep you there until your bones were grey. Instead I mean to take you with us to the Water Gardens. There are lessons there if you have the wit to see them."

Quick rundown of Dorne going into TWOW.

Before they go their separate ways, everyone will travel to the Water Gardens. After that,

Arianne Martell will travel to Griffin's Roost.

Balon Swann, Areo Hotah, and Obara Sand will travel to the Dornish mountains in pursuit of Darkstar.

Tyene Sand and Nymeria Sand will travel up the kingsroad to King's Landing with Myrcella Baratheon.

Ellaria's first daughter, Elia Sand, will accompany Arianne.

Ellaria's second daughter, Obella Sand, will serve as a cupbearer at Sunspear.

Ellaria's third daughter, Dorea Sand, will remain at the Water Gardens with Doran.

Ellaria will return to Hellholt with her youngest daughter, Loreza Sand.

Two things jump out at me.

Areo and Doran have been separated, and Myrcella is under the care of Tyene and Nymeria.

If you're wondering how either of those things were allowed to happen, I'm right there with you.

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"Aye," the prince said. "I told the story to Ser Balon, but not all of it. As the children splashed in the pools, Daenerys watched from amongst the orange trees, and a realization came to her. She could not tell the highborn from the low. Naked, they were only children. All innocent, all vulnerable, all deserving of long life, love, protection. 'There is your realm,' she told her son and heir, 'remember them, in everything you do.' My own mother said those same words to me when I was old enough to leave the pools. It is an easy thing for a prince to call the spears, but in the end the children pay the price. For their sake, the wise prince will wage no war without good cause, nor any war he cannot hope to win.

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Your father and I worked more closely than you know … but now he is gone. The question is, can I trust his daughters to serve me in his place?"

Hotah studied each of them in turn. Obara, rusted nails and boiled leather, with her angry, close-set eyes and rat-brown hair. Nymeria, languid, elegant, olive-skinned, her long black braid bound up in red-gold wire. Tyene, blue-eyed and blond, a child-woman with her soft hands and little giggles.

Tyene answered for the three of them. "It is doing nothing that is hard, Uncle. Set a task for us, any task, and you shall find us as leal and obedient as any prince could hope for."

The author is on a roll.

Her straight black hair, worn in a long braid bound up with red-gold wire, made a widow's peak above her dark eyes, just as her father's had. With her high cheekbones, full lips, and milk-pale skin, she had all the beauty that her elder sister lacked - The Captain of the Guards, ADWD

Convincing words from Tyene Sand. Lol

+.+.+

"That is good to hear," the prince said, "but words are wind. You are my brother's daughters and I love you, but I have learned I cannot trust you. I want your oath. Will you swear to serve me, to do as I command?"

"If we must," said Lady Nym.

"Then swear it now, upon your father's grave."

Obara's face darkened. "If you were not my uncle—"

"I am your uncle. And your prince. Swear, or go."

"I swear," said Tyene. "On my father's grave."

"I swear," said Lady Nym. "By Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper of Dorne, and a better man than you."

"Aye," said Obara. "Me as well. By Father. I swear."

I want to smack her.

Myrcella's going to die because Doran Martell believes in the power of pinky swearing. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

+.+.+

Prince Doran took a jagged breath. "Dorne still has friends at court. Friends who tell us things we were not meant to know. This invitation Cersei sent us is a ruse. Trystane is never meant to reach King's Landing. On the road back, somewhere in the kingswood, Ser Balon's party will be attacked by outlaws, and my son will die. I am asked to court only so that I may witness this attack with my own eyes and thereby absolve the queen of any blame. Oh, and these outlaws? They will be shouting, 'Halfman, Halfman,' as they attack. Ser Balon may even catch a quick glimpse of the Imp, though no one else will."

Partly covered in Cersei IV.

Qyburn, Varys, Taena Merryweather, and the men involved in the ambush appear to be the only candidates. I'm not sure we'll ever get the answer to this.

+.+.+

"Seven save us," whispered Tyene. "Trystane? Why?"

"The woman must be mad," Obara said. "He's just a boy."

"This is monstrous," said Lady Nym. "I would not have believed it, not of a Kingsguard knight."

Uh huh.

Four lives will suffice for me. Lord Tywin's golden twins, as payment for Elia's children. The old lion, for Elia herself. And last of all the little king, for my father."

"The boy has never wronged us." - The Captain of the Guards, AFFC

"We could kill him, to be sure," said Tyene, "but then we would need to kill the rest of his party too, even those sweet young squires. That would be … oh, so messy." - The Watcher, ADWD

+.+.+

Obara's face was flushed. "Give me back my spear, Uncle. Cersei sent us a head. We should send her back a bag of them."

This one is still a problem too.

+.+.+

We will travel to the Water Gardens, where he will hear Myrcella's story and send a raven to his queen. The girl will ask him to hunt down the man who hurt her. If he is the man I judge, Swann will not be able to refuse. Obara, you will lead him to High Hermitage to beard Darkstar in his den. The time is not yet come for Dorne to openly defy the Iron Throne, so we must needs return Myrcella to her mother, but I will not be accompanying her. That task will be yours, Nymeria. The Lannisters will not like it, no more than they liked it when I sent them Oberyn, but they dare not refuse. We need a voice in council, an ear at court. Be careful, though. King's Landing is a pit of snakes.

When a plan stems from a lie it has disaster written all over it.

+.+.+

"And what of me?" asked Tyene.

"Your mother was a septa. Oberyn once told me that she read to you in the cradle from the Seven-Pointed Star. I want you in King's Landing too, but on the other hill. The Swords and the Stars have been re-formed, and this new High Septon is not the puppet that the others were. Try and get close to him."

"Why not? White suits my coloring. I look so … pure."

She's bordering on parody.

You want my prediction? None of the above happens.

I don't know if you've noticed, but Doran Martell's plans never materialize. Nym serving on the small council with Cersei Lannister is a little hard to believe. Tyene getting close to the High Septon is laughable.

I don't think either of these girls have any intention of obeying Doran,

Nym and Tyene may have reached King's Landing by now, she mused, as she settled down crosslegged by the mouth of the cave to watch the falling rain. If not they ought to be there soon. - Arianne II, TWOW

and I don't think they'll be reaching King's Landing anytime soon.

Tyene has already told us what she wants.

"War," said Tyene, "though not my sister's war. Dornishmen fight best at home, so I say let us hone our spears and wait. When the Lannisters and the Tyrells come down on us, we shall bleed them in the passes and bury them beneath the blowing sands, as we have a hundred times before." - The Captain of the Guards, AFFC

She wants the war to come to them. How do we make the Lannisters come?

"If they should come down on us."

"Oh, but they must, or see the realm riven once more, as it was before we wed the dragons. Father told me so. He said we had the Imp to thank, for sending us Princess Myrcella. She is so pretty, don't you think? I wish that I had curls like hers. She was made to be a queen, just like her mother." Dimples bloomed in Tyene's cheeks. "I would be honored to arrange the wedding, and to see to the making of the crowns as well. Trystane and Myrcella are so innocent, I thought perhaps white gold . . . with emeralds, to match Myrcella's eyes. Oh, diamonds and pearls would serve as well, so long as the children are wed and crowned. Then we need only hail Myrcella as the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and lawful heir to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and wait for the lions to come."- The Captain of the Guards, AFFC

Crowning Myrcella? There will be no crowning of Myrcella Baratheon.

"You know the Fowler words? Let Me Soar! That is all I ask of you. Let me soar, Uncle. I need no mighty host, only one sweet sister."

"Obara?"

"Tyene. Obara is too loud. Tyene is so sweet and gentle that no man will suspect her. Obara would make Oldtown our father's funeral pyre, but I am not so greedy. Four lives will suffice for me. Lord Tywin's golden twins, as payment for Elia's children. The old lion, for Elia herself. And last of all the little king, for my father." - The Captain of the Guards, AFFC

Oberyn Martell went to King's Landing, and King's Landing sent back a bag of bones.

I don't think Cersei is getting two Sand Snakes, I think she's getting a dead daughter returned to her.

+.+.+

"Good," the prince said, "good." He hesitated. "If … if certain things should come to pass, I will send word to each of you. Things can change quickly in the game of thrones."

You have no idea.

(Title drop!)

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Prince Doran shared his secret smile with her. "From Lys. A great fleet has put in there to take on water. Volantene ships chiefly, carrying an army. No word as to who they are, or where they might be bound. There was talk of elephants."

"No dragons?"

"Elephants. Easy enough to hide a young dragon in a big cog's hold, though. Daenerys is most vulnerable at sea. If I were her, I would keep myself and my intentions hidden as long as I could, so I might take King's Landing unawares."

"Do you think that Quentyn will be with them?"

"He could be. Or not. We will know by where they land if Westeros is indeed their destination. Quentyn will bring her up the Greenblood if he can. But it does no good to speak of it. Kiss me. We leave for the Water Gardens at first light."

There's that familiar optimism right before everything collapses.

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"Until the Mountain crushed my brother's skull, no Dornishmen had died in this War of the Five Kings," the prince murmured softly, as Hotah pulled a blanket over him. "Tell me, Captain, is that my shame or my glory?"

"That is not for me to say, my prince." Serve. Protect. Obey. Simple vows for simple men. That was all he knew.

The last time we see Doran Martell in this book a blanket is being pulled over him while he talks about his shame and glory. . .

Final thoughts:

Goodbye Areo Hotah. Excellent job standing there.

I want to go back and count how many total words he spoke.

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Haii

Can you write a fic about reader being Sirus' daughter, and the twins being her best friend? All the teachers always reference how she's exactly like him when he was at Hogwarts, and Lupin is her Godfather, so when she's in detention, he always tries to make sure it's his turn on duty so he can teach her and the twins some secret parts of the castle? Or something cute. 🥹

This is such cute idea! Thanks for sending it in.

Weasley Twins x Fem!reader (platonic)

Reader is referred to by her nickname Bee, short for Honeybee. Given to her by Sirius because she's "always buzzing about everywhere."

~•~

Professor Lupin entered the room, hands clasped behind his back, and his lips pulled into a taut grimace. He pulled up a spare chair and sat before the three mischief makers, glowering at each of them in turn.

"Before we talk about what you'll be doing for this evenings detention," his eyes returned to his impish goddaughter. "Miss Black, I must tell you I wrote to your father earlier today, and he's already replied. He was as surprised as I was at the boldness of your most recent escapade." He shifted his glare to George and Fred. "Three first years skipping school and trying to pull off a very poorly planned attempt at sneaking away to Hogsmede." Lupin shook his head and sighed. "We've both agreed that if you're going to do it, at least do it right."

A wide grin spread across the professor's face. The trio's somber faces all broke out into smiles.

"You had us going for a minute there, Professor," Fred laughed.

"Yeah, I thought we'd actually gotten Bee into trouble this time," George added.

"Hey! I don't need your help getting into trouble," Bee elbowed her friend, then looked back at Remus. "But they're right, you were really convincing."

"Why thank you, my dear," Lupin gave a flourishing bow. "Now, shall we discuss tonight's plans?"

"YES!" All three shouted and leaned forward, eyes bright and eager.

~•~

"There are seven secret passageways that will take you straight from Hogwarts to Hogsmede. But, we only have time to explore one of them tonight."

"Does that mean we need to get detention six more times?" Bee asked.

"Cause we can do that easy," Fred added.

"I have no doubts that you could," Lupin chuckled. "Now, hurry it up. We need to get to the one-eyed witch statue before Professor Snape begins his nightly stalkathon."

~•~

The passageway was narrow and curving, forcing them to walk single file.

"It smells funky down here," George commented.

"Yeah, like sweaty socks or something," Bee concurred.

"There's not much air flow down here," Lupin explained. "It'll get better the closer we get to Hogsmede."

And it indeed it did. After nearly an hour of countless twists and turns, they arrived at an ancient wooden door. "Ooh, it smells like candy," Fred commented.

"As it should," Remus responded and opened the door. "It leads right to Honeydukes cellar."

The trio bounded through the door and up the stairs with Lupin bringing up the rear. Memories of an earlier time flickered across his thoughts, and a wistful smile settled on his face.

"C'mon!" Bee shouted, shaking him from his reverie. "You're lagging behind!"

~•~

Remus couldn't help but get caught up in the trios' exuberance while they bounced in and out of all the shops. "Grab a basket. My treat," he told them as they entered Zonko's. "Then after, we'll have a late meal at The Three Broomsticks before heading back."

Bee paused to give Lupin a hug. "Thank you, Remus! You're the best godfather ever!"

"C'mon Bee!" George and Fred called.

She looked up at Lupin. "You coming?"

"Nah, you three have fun," he said. "The owner is an old friend. I think I'll go catch up with him."

"Ok!" She grinned and skipped off.

~•~

Two days later

"Hey guys! I got a letter from dad." She handed them the envelope. "It's addressed to all of us."

"Why would Sirius be writing to us?" Fred asked.

"No clue," Bee said, taking back the letter. "Let’s find out."

She tore open the envelope and pulled out a letter and an old, faded piece of parchment. Bee handed the parchment to the boys to investigate while she read the letter.

Dear Bee, George, and Fred,

I hear that you're starting the year off with a bang. Remus tells me you learned a great deal during your detention. Good. I'm glad to hear it. Though I think there are many things you could easily learn on your own. So, I'm sending you a little something.

The parchment enclosed is very special and only those who are worthy can access its secrets. Therefore, I will not write them here, but ask you to instead take this to Remus and he will instruct you on how to use it.

I'll end here, because I'm certain by now you're itching to get started.

Keep up the good work.

Love,

Dad/Sirius

Bee folded up the letter and returned it to the envelope. "Ready to get started?"

Two sets of brown eyes lit up to match hers. George grabbed her left hand, while Fred took her right as they raced down the hallway, parting the crowds as they went.

~•~

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