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english-history-trip · 11 months

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Ever see a depiction of St. George and the Dragon? It's pretty fair to say if you've seen one, you've seen them all: Georgie on a horse stabbing a flailing dragon creature, princess piously kneeling in the background, vague landscape alluding to the homeland of the artist's patron.

The most varied part is the dragons. No one had a real definition for the thing, it seemed. For your pleasure and entertainment, I have ranked some medieval depictions based on how impressive George's feat seems once you see the dragon.

Paolo Uccello, 1456

This is a terrifying beast. The hell is that. Uccello was one of the first experimenters with perspective, so the thing also looks surreal, like it's taking place on Mars, or a Windows 95 screensaver. I would not want to fight that, I would not want to be tied to that. (Sometimes the princess is tied to the dragon for some reason.) 10/10

Horse thoughts: Maybe if I look at the ground it will be gone when I look up

Unknown artist, c. 1505

This is a rare change of form for the dragon; it's the only one I've seen actually flying (or at least falling with style). It doesn't look particularly deterred by the spear through its throat, either. Also, George looks appropriately nervous. On the other hand, it hasn't got teeth, it seems to be fuzzy rather than having scaly armor, and George is bolstered by his army of Henry VII and his children, most of whom definitely didn't actually die in infancy. Still, wouldn't want to fight it, wouldn't want my pet sheep near it. (Sometimes the princess has a pet sheep for some reason.) 9/10

Horse thoughts: I am so glad I wore my mightiest feather helmet for this

Raphael, 1505

We are coming to Dragons With Problems. This guy looks about comparable in size to George, and does have wings, but doesn't seem to be using these things to his advantage (and has he only got one wing?) And how does he deal with the neck? He does have a comically small head, but holding it up with such a twisty neck seems complicated at best. But most egregiously, he is doing the shitty superheroine pose where he is somehow simultaneously showcasing his chest and his butt, with its unnecessarily defined butthole (more on this later) (regrettably). 8/10 bc it's Raphael

Horse thoughts: AM I THE BESTEST BOI? AM I DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB? WE R DRAGON SLAYING BUDDIEZ

The Beauchamp Hours, c. 1401

We had a spirited debate about this one at work. Again, the dragon has gotten smaller, and this one hasn't got even one wing. He's basically a crocodile. So the debate became: would you want to fight a crocodile if you had a horse and a pointy stick? Would the horse trample the animal, who can't get on its hind legs, or freak out and throw its rider? Would the pointy stick be enough to pierce the croc's thick hide? In this case, George seems to be controlling his horse and putting his pointy stick in the dragon's weak spot, so we can be impressed by his skill and strategy. However, his hat is dumb. 7/10

Horse thoughts: Dehhhh

Book of Hours, c. 1480

Here we have the same kind of croco-dragon, but George's focus on his strategy has gone out the window. He's flailing around, not even looking at his target, he's about to lose his pointy stick, he hasn't got a hand on the reins, and his sword seems to only be poking the invisible dragon over his shoulder. All he's got going for him is that his hat is slightly less dumb. 6/10

Horse thoughts: Yay, new friend! Come play with me, new fr- what is happening

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Rogier van der Weyden, c. 1432

I'm thinking this guy is at least semi-aquatic. Webbed feet, wings that seem more like fins, bipedal but top-heavy, jaws that seem more for scooping than biting. Maybe she's crawled up here from the nearby body of water to lay her eggs, and this is all a big misunderstanding. Moreover, George's dagged sleeves seem entirely impractical for the situation. 5/10

Horse thoughts: i got my hed stuk in a jar and now it is this way forever

Unknown artist, c. 15th century

I hate this. I hate everything about it. Why has it got human eyes and teeth. Why is its nose melting. Why has it got a dick on its face and balls under its chin. The fin/wings are back but they look even more useless. Also, George is shifty as hell, schlumped over in his saddle with his bowler hat thing over his eyes. The baby dragon at the bottom eating some hapless would-be rescuer is kind of metal. 4/10 at least the thing is gonna die

Horse thoughts: I Have Smoked So Much Crack

Book of Hours, c. 1450

Remember what I said about the buttholes? First, sorry. Second, yeah, we're back to that. I'll admit this one is less about the danger from the dragon itself than the very specific choices the artist has made. They didn't need to do that. It's a lizard. They don't even have. And it's like they had an orifice budget and they skipped an exit wound for the spear to focus. Elsewhere. It's so detailed. And George had an even dumber hat. 2/10 take it away

Horse thoughts: I Have Smoked So Much Weed

Book of Hours, c. 1415

This is just bullying. There isn't even a princess. That is clearly an infant. Look at that smug look on George's face as he swings his sword that's bigger than the whole little guy. This is the equivalent of when DJT Jr. hunted those sleeping endangered sheep. 1/10

Horse thoughts: ....yikes

And this is the previous one, but now the baby dragon is cute. He's chubby. He's got toe beans. He's Puff the Magic Dragon. His eyes have already gone white, implying that George is just kicking its corpse around for funsies. What's the difference between the dragon and the lamb in the background? That the dragon is dead, like our innocence. This George is truly deserving of the dumbest hat of all. 0/10 plus one more butthole for the road

Horse thoughts: Perhaps it is we who are the buttholes.

#art history #nonsense #hot takes #I am doing a St. George painting and have been wading through reference material #manuscript #fuck me I didn't notice van der Weyden managed to sneak a butthole in his too #the definitive list #when knighthood was in flower

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evilminji · 8 months

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Okay... so it COULD be because, as a writer, I'm an ASSHOLE to my Characters...

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'D BE FUNNY?

Danny, innocent, gets YEETED into DC. As ya do. And he's a bit messed up. But! He's a Baby Ancient in the making. Gonna be master of Spaaaaaace(~~~☆!) one day. Very exciting, only slightly relevant.

See, Ectoplasm? Dumb. That's why we need Cores and Brains etc. Never let Ectoplasm decide things. It WILL chose the "technically correct but now the buildings on fire" option EVERY SINGLE TIME. And you are running out of fire extinguishers.

Because it is dumb.

Very, VERY No Brain, Just Goo, Dumb.

And THIS Goo has a life to save. A Halfa too maintain in Peak Performance(tm). Because THIS Goo is VERY smart Goo(according only to itself) and TOTALLY knows what it's doing! Damaged meat bits? Oh that's EASY! You just FIX that! Replace with meat bits! See? It's BRILLIANT Goo. 10 out of 10 stars, me!

Small problem.

The instructions have been damaged.

PANIC.

Wait! No! We got this! We are Very Smart Goo(tm). And have Space Powers. This is FINE. We'll... we'll just FIX the instructions! Hand me a hammer! If we smash enough bits together, it'll sort? Of look right? Close ENOUGH? Yeeeeeah. We're GENIUS Goo~

Use THAT!

But where did they GET their ill begotten DNA? Well OBVIOUSLY the place all the OTHER DNA they had was stored, DUH? Keep up, says the Goo with literally no braincells making horrifying choices for an unconscious man. It's Earth.

As in... the planet.

It's not even HIS planet. It's AN Earth. A Planet CALLED "Earth" that dwells in the DC universe, not his, and is covered with ZERO(0) Fentons but plenty of superhumans and aliens. THAT planet.

The Goo grabbed the Very BESTEST Meat Instructions it could FIND! The Goo is also a collective and did not AGREE on what the "Best" WAS. But it's... okay, no, I can't lie to you, it is NOT fine.

But thankfully it IS stable.

Because Ectoplasm may be dumb and indiscriminate as super-bacteria with a flamethrower, but it is a MASTER at the jigsaw of Life. It can reanimate ANYTHING.

Including the now SINGLE MOST CHIMERAD MAN you've ever SEEN. Who is he related too? YES. His left knee is Kryptonian, the fingers on his right hand are Tameranian, his skin tone has shifted to the most ambiguously multi-ethnic tone imaginable (think that future of humanity mock up, where they combine every ethnicity on the premise that inter-racial marriage will becoming increasingly common up to the point where we all just kinda look averaged out thanks to the ease of travel) because it's trying to do all of them at once and none of them are willing to back down, because all of them got the instructions "Be Skin". He might have Slade Wilson's cheek bones and hair.

Danny wakes up and basicly is half Ectoplasmic Goo, half the extended Super Community.

AND CANT GET BACK HOME TO FIX IT.

Because of course this IS fixable. It's just medical shape-shifting. But without HIS template, undamaged. His body is REFUSING to change from what is OBVIOUSLY the CORRECT form. And he keeps getting clocked as "probably related to me".

With the Fenton Luck kicking in? The parts of him people manage to swab and/or get DNA from? Keep MATCHING them. Danny doesn't know WHO is behind this but-! *spots a giggle child with a cat* !!!!!!

You.

Klarion you little SHIT!

So now he's wearing a face that's BARELY his, running from very determined superhumans who want to parent him, trying to steal enough technology to build a portal. AND vowing to kick the witch boy's ASS.

This ISNT FUNNY, KLARION.

His body is Frankenstein's FEVER DREAM! Every time he gets hurt, it tries to "FIX" itself! He lost a chunk of his should back there and HIS ENTIRE BODY CHANGED SKIN TONES. He's pretty sure if he SITS funny, his teeth might fall out and regrow POINTY! He's handing you over to WALKER you horrible little gremlin child!

Just? Take the "Danny is related to X" and "Danny is sick" and turn them uuuuup. Make EVERYBODY concerned except Danny. This is just another fucked up adventure in a long string of fucked up adventures. Give him his DNA back. If he has to suffer the Fenton Luck then he should AT LEAST get to keep the Fenton "built like a tank"!

*gets hit again*

*is GREEN now for some reason* The fuck?

Garfield, aka Beast Boy: I HAVE A CLONE SON!?

Danny: Zone DAMN IT not another one!

@ailithnight @hdgnj @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#tw body horror #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #never let the Goo drive #chimera au #Danny looks A BIT like everyone #just enough to be suspicious #chaos happens and klarion laughs

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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Hello! Can you do a Damian and reader who are friends, and one day the reader goes over to the Wayne Manor and called Titus? Like both Damian and the reader got into a silly little joke about who Titus loves more? I think it would be funny if Titus went to the reader because they had treats or something in their pocket haha

‘This is utterly ridiculous.’

‘What? are you too chicken that Titus might like me more.’ You taunted as you then started clucking like a chicken in Damian’s ear, to which he then shoves you away by the shoulder.

‘I am not chicken and besides it was only one time that Titus wrongfully ignored me for you.’ Damian replied but you weren’t buying it.

‘If you aren’t chicken then why are you trying to get out of our bet then? Hmmm? Seems a little suspicious there Wayne.’ You asked and Damian could only curse himself for acting so brash and accepting the stupid challenge you pestered him with as Titus patiently stood a good distance between you and Damian, tilting his head to the side as though to ask him what was taking so long.

‘Our bet? You mean your stupid-‘ you raised your brows at Damian as you started clucking again, though softer this time and Damian knew there was no version of this where he got out of participating in your bet. Not a single one because you wouldn’t let him live it down otherwise and Damian prides himself of being a man of his word, no matter how ridiculous it might seem. So Damian bites his tongue and swallows his pride before moving a couple of spaces away from you before muttering under his breath. ‘Let’s get this over with before anyone dares see me in such a state.’

You smiled and then looked towards Titus, who was still stood perfectly still in his spot, before dropping down to your knees and holding out your arms saying. ‘Titus! Come here boy! Come here!’ Damian scoffed at this display and looked at the Great Dane expectantly as he clicked his fingers and pointed to the spot in-front of him. ‘Titus. Come.’ He commanded. Titus didn’t move for a good couple of seconds, as though contemplating who he should go to, his owner or his owner’s friend who gives him the bestest tasting treats he’s ever tasted; which was saying a lot coming from a Great Dane who’s owner was the son of a billionaire.

‘Titus sweetie come to y/n!’ You called out sweetly.

‘No. Titus come to me.’ Damian commanded again.

Titus walked forwards a little, still hesitant on who to choose, but as though he was being chased by a bat out of hell, the Great Dane bolted over to you and rammed into you hard. So hard I fact that within a blink of an eyes you were knocked to the floor either Titus sticking his muzzle into your face, his rancid and warm dog breath cascading over you, as Damian stood over you with crossed arms and what looked like a pout.

‘You cheated.’ He said after a while.

‘No. I won.’ You replied pridefully at your victory over him.

‘No, Titus was coming towards me, only to stop and run towards you instead. You did something, I know you did and I’ll find out what it is.’ Damian barks, bearing his teeth at you but you were more than use to his occasional outbursts that ultimately mean nothing.

You shrugged as Titus then decides that he wants to lie down, but as he does lie down he goes and rests his head on your stomach and a paw on your leg, making it so that you wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon if Titus had anything to say about it. ‘You’re just a sore loser Damian.’ You tell him as you laid a hand atop of Titus’ head and rubbed behind his ear just the way he liked. ‘I won the bet fair and square. Titus likes me and there’s nothing wrong with loosing once in a while.’ You concluded and Damian grits his teeth.

‘Tt. Whatever, I’ll prove that you cheated one way or another and until then you can keep parading this so called victory because I can assure you it won’t happen again.’ He threatens as you and Titus visibly perk up at this. ‘So you’re saying there’s a next time?’ You asked and Damian throws his head back a groans before walking deeper into the Manor and away from you and Titus, murmuring under his breath as he goes. ‘That’s all you took away from that? Unbelievable’

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders and dig into your jean pocket to pull out a dog treat for Titus, who engulfed it with one quick bite of his powerful jaw. ‘There was no rules against bribing your best friend’s dog with dog treats.’ You justified to yourself as you fed Titus another treat, ‘after all what Damian doesn’t know won’t hurt him, isn’t that right Titus?’ You then asked the Great Dane who only sneezed as he looked at you expectantly for more dog treats for his participation in your schemes against his owner.

‘Good boy.’ You praised as you continued to feed him treats to his hearts content.

#damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagines #damian wayne fluff #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc x y/n #dc comics x reader #dc fic #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction

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euphoricfilter · 10 months

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. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #2

whore thought tonight is yoongi who hates receiving head but loves to give oral— especially with women, or any pussy-haver. he isn’t fussy.

yoongi has always been a pussy man through and through (though anal is never off the tables as he is a man of the people). (somewhat off topic but in this universe yoon is definitely a bottom and prefers to be the one being penetrated)

so when the m/c and yoongi start dating, she soon realizes that he’s somewhat of a pussy addict. mastered his craft in oral sex, and never lets her wriggle far enough away from him until he’s given her at least 2 orgasms on his tongue.

he’s very much a pleasure dom, could probably solely get off on the fact the m/c is close to tears because of how good she’s feeling. and maybe he loves that she’s a little vocal about it. loves how when they first dated, she’d always try and swallow down her moans. but now she rocks her hips up into his face, dragging his tongue through her puffy folds, moaning his name over and over until he’s rocking his hips against the bed and cumming at the same time as her; a strange sort of fulfilling pleasure that has him groaning into her soaked cunt.

and maybe sometimes he gets carried away, two orgasms having passed, the m/c’s poor clit throbbing with this incessant want, but ever so tender and swollen, it takes nothing more than an accidental brush of his button nose to her bud for her legs to shake and clamp around yoongi’s head.

and he’ll know. of course he’ll know. he probably knows her body better than she does. knowing that after her third orgasm, she’d be able to cum of his fingers alone without touching her poor clit. knows the exact little spot inside of her that makes her back arch— and on occasion, the days he’s truly worked her up, he’d make sure his mouth is wide enough open for when she squirts. pressing up into her pussy, hoping for a a little more of her cum to leak from her.

more than happy to lap up at her shiny pussy once she’s done, probably slipping a final orgasm in there on accident with his thorough cleaning before changing his underwear and the sheets.

and obviously yoongi is the bestest boy and would make sure his love is all hydrated and fed, maybe even bathing her, washing her hair, and making sure she knows she’s thoroughly loved <3

#bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi imagine #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts fluff #yoongi #bts fic #bts #bts x reader

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thelordofgifs · 4 months

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Ranking all the Kings of Gondor

Based on what, you may ask? Vibes. Let's go.

Eldacar. Twenty-first King. THE bestest boy in the legendarium. The hero of the Kin-strife, the archetype of immigrant child trauma, the exiled king, the vengeful father... we love him so so so much ok!!

Aragorn. First High King of the Reunited Kingdom. Yes I know your list would put him at the top but this is my list and I do what I want. Anyway he's wise and kind and "the hands of the king are the hands of a healer" and he's brave and clever and has an excellent fairy-tale romance going on and I am very much not immune to Viggo Mortensen covered in blood with unwashed hair.

Elendil. First High King. He's brave he's cool he's wise he DEFEATED SAURON. Love him.

Isildur. Second High King (co-ruler). Justice for my boy the movies did him so so dirty!! Anyway he saved the line of the White Tree and fought so so bravely and he did his best. I will not countenance Isildur slander actually.

Valacar. Twentieth King. Ranks this highly mostly because he's my blorbo Eldacar's father, but Valacar is cool! His father sent him to the Northmen to build an alliance and Valacar promptly fell in love with their chief's daughter instead. And then Vidumavi died long before he ever even became King and you have to wonder if Valacar feared he would outlive his children too :(

Aldamir. Twenty-third King. Also ranking highly mostly because of genetic proximity to my guy, but Aldamir is sooo tragic actually. He's a second son who never should have become King except his older brother was MURDERED and maybe he spent the rest of his life trying to live up to him!! Also he was also killed in battle which I am sad about. This family cannot catch a break.

Eärnur. Thirty-third and last King. This is the idiot who challenged the Witch-king of Angmar to single combat and was never seen again, but I have a soft spot for him on account of. that was really sexy.

Eldarion. Second High King of the Reunited Kingdom. We don't know much about Aragorn and Arwen's son, but movie!Eldarion is very cute which is enough to earn him a high rank.

Rómendacil II. Nineteenth King. An all-round competent guy who ruled as regent for years for first his lazy uncle and then his lazy father. Built the Argonath!! Also he's Eldacar's grandfather which again earns him points.

Eärnil II. Thirty-second King. Ended up with the crown after his predecessor and both his sons were killed in battle (although NOT his daughter. JUSTICE FOR FÍRIEL). Anyway Eärnil strikes me as a decent guy who was doing his best. Props to him for taking pains not to alienate the Dúnedain of Arthedain.

Ondoher. Thirty-first King. The aforementioned predecessor, who is mostly ranked highly because I feel bad that he died :( and he tried to ensure Gondor would still have an heir to the throne if he and his eldest son were killed! But his youngest son joined the battle in disguise and got killed anyway!

Minardil. Twenty-fifth King. Another tragic one, he was Eldacar's great-grandson and was slain in battle by the descendants of Castamir. I am upset about this.

Meneldil. Third King. We don't know much about him, but he was the first solo ruler of Gondor and also the last child born in Númenor before the Downfall, which is cool.

Telumehtar. Twenty-eighth King. Finally got rid of the last descendants of Castamir, excellent work.

Calimehtar. Thirtieth King. Defeated the Wainriders attacking Gondor in a great alliance with the Northmen, which we love to see. Also he built the White Tower of Minas Anor! Good for him.

Anárion. Second High King (co-ruler). He was initally a lot higher on the list because I feel for him always being overshadowed by his father and brother, but then I learned he was killed by a THROWN ROCK which is kind of pathetic ngl. Sorry, Anárion.

Tarondor. Twenty-seventh King. Had the unenviable task of rebuilding the realm after it was ravaged by the Great Plague, but unfortunately he moved out of Osgiliath for good (which makes me unreasonably sad. I love Osgiliath) and also allowed the watch on Mordor to lapse for good.

Eärendil. Fifth King. We don't know much about him, but his name is nice.

Anardil. Sixth King. We don't know much about him, but his name is also nice.

Telemnar. Twenty-sixth King. Died in the Great Plague, sad for him I guess.

Narmacil II. Twenty-ninth King. Slain in battle with Wainriders, made no impression on me at all.

Siriondil. Eleventh King. We know very little about him, but that's a good name.

Cemendur. Fourth King. Boring and doesn't even have a good name.

Turambar. Ninth King. Mainly this low down because THAT'S A TERRIBLE NAME WHAT ARE YOU THINKING.

Hyarmendacil II. Twenty-fourth King. Defeated the Haradrim in battle, good for him I guess.

Atanatar I. Tenth King. No personality. I don't like his name either.

Rómendacil I. Eighth King. Defeated some Easterlings in battle, but apparently not very well because they later killed him. Oh well.

Ciryandil. Fourtheenth King. A Ship-king, and I don't like Ship-kings (mostly because Castamir tried to be a Ship-king).

Ostoher. Seventh King. Didn't do much, although he started the practice of the King spending his summer in Minas Anor. Good for him? I guess?

Eärnil I. Another Ship-king. Died in a great storm, which is one of the perils associated with being a Ship-king!

Calmacil. Eighteenth King. Generally incompetent. Gains a couple of points for being Eldacar's great-grandfather.

Narmacil I. Seventeenth King. Also pretty incompetent. He let his nephew do all the work of ruling for him.

Atanatar II. Sixteenth King. Lived in indolence and splendour, and neglected the watch on Mordor which was not very wise of him!

Hyarmendacil I. Fifteenth King. Ok he actually sucks. The King who defeated the Haradrim and instituted the practice of taking their sons as hostages to live in the court of Gondor.

Tarannon. Twelfth King. The first of the Ship-kings, also known for his loveless marriage to his wife Berúthiel who gets blamed for everything for some reason.

Castamir the Usurper. (Technically) twenty-second King. Should not be on this list and is here purely so that I can say. FUCK. THIS. GUY.

#lotr #eldacar #aragorn #elendil #isildur #valacar #not tagging all of them #this took me most of an afternoon please admire

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norris-lando · 8 months

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it's nice to have a friend

Lando Norris x reader, mentions of Charles Leclerc x reader

warnings: smut, angst, fighting, breakup

author's note: Soooo... This was inspired by so many songs, I'm not going to list them all but the songs are by Taylor Swift, Gracie Abrams and Sabrina Carpenter. It's a longish one with a few twists. I hope you like it! :)

word count: 6.1k

school bell rings, walk me home, sidewalk chalk covered in snow, lost my gloves, you give me one, 'wanna hang out?', yeah sounds like fun

You went through your camera roll and found the perfect pictures, adding them to your post. Under them you wrote, 'Bestest birthday to my partner in crime!!! 🩷 I love you and can't wait to celebrate your special day with you soon xx'. You made sure to tag Lando and pressed post.

The two of you had known each for what felt like forever. Growing up next to each, you spend most of your childhood playing at your house or his parents cabin during your shared family trips.

Throughout the years you knew each other, everything always stayed the same between the two of you. Your relationship never changed or shifted. You stayed friends no matter what and whatever either of you went through in life, you knew you could trust the other with it.

It was always nice to know you had someone standing in your corner.

—

When Lando became more well known in the media, people obviously started to question your relationship. Or more so if you really were just friends. You were known for your online banter, posting pictures of each other and just the kind of all around 'act' you two had. And sure, it could sometimes seem like there was something more going on but it was never the case. Making it easy for the two of you to just brush off those kind of allegations.

But when Lando started seeing someone, a special someone, you couldn't help but feel just a little jealous. Not that you would ever admit it to him, you pushed those feelings away the best you could.

You were just friends after all, right? And nothing could ever come between you.

we were supposed to be just friends, you don't live in my part of town but maybe I'll see you out some weekend, depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in and what's in my system

It was Lando's birthday party. Everyone was invited.

You walked in to the bar and searched around the room for a familiar face. It was jam-packed but soon enough you spot the birthday boy himself.

Lando was leaning against the bar, waiting for a drink he had just ordered. A smile appeared on his face when he saw you and he waved for you to come over.

For a moment you could swear he was eyeing you in a way he hadn't before. The way someone might when they see someone they like. But you assumed it was nothing as you made your way over to him. He was dating someone else anyway so nothing could happen between the two of you even if you wanted to.

A part of you wondered where his new girlfriend was. You hadn't yet seen her anywhere although you had assumed she would have been all over Lando. Usually that was always the case and sometimes you even felt bad for Lando. The poor guy was trying to exist but his girlfriend was always there, lurking around some corner, not wasting any time to cling herself to Lando's side. However, not wanting your mood to affect your night, you pushed away the thought of his girlfriend.

Lando had taken it upon himself to order you a drink, knowing full well what you wanted. He pushed it towards you, sliding it on the countertop. He still had that stupid big but cute smile on his face. You pulled him in for a tight hug and congratulated him yet again on his birthday.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he held onto your body. You could have stayed like that all night but you pulled away soon enough. The smell of his cologne still lingering in the air around you.

You couldn't help yourself. You had to ask. "Where's your girlfriend?" The music was loud so you had to yell. And the smile on Lando's lips finally seemed to shy away a little.

"She had a work thing she couldn't miss," he said sheepisly as his gaze went around the room. As if looking for a way out of what could easily became a really awkward conversation. "Come on, let's go sit down. The rest of the grid is waiting for you." Lando took your hand and led you through the crowd of people.

In the back of your mind you kept feeling like Lando was rushing to keep the conversation away from his girlfriend and you couldn't help but wonder why it was so. You kept the thought to yourself however as you let Lando guide you to a more secluded section of the bar.

Everyone was so happy to see you. You squeezed yourself in between Lando and Charles on the small couch and set your drink on the table.

Tonight was going to be one special night, you thought to yourself as you looked around and relaxed. If only you'd know exactly how special this night was going to be...

You weren't sure how many drinks you had downed by the end of the night but it was enough to get you drunk. And when the night was nearing to its end, the only thing on your mind was fast food and a comfy bed to sleep in.

You had went around the party saying your goodbyes to everyone before you went to find Lando and tell him you were going to head home.

"I'm coming with you," was all he said. Before you could argue back, tell him that he should stay - it was birthday party after all - you found yourself outside waiting for your ride that Lando had arranged.

You slipped into the back of the taxi with Lando trailing in after you. He gave the driver the adress before closing the door and joining you in the backseat.

The ride back felt fast and suddenly you found yourself stumbling up the steps to your door. Lando held you tightly by the waist making sure you wouldn't fall over. A giggle left your lips as his hands were holding onto you, tickling you somehow.

"What's so funny," Lando asked. It was dark inside your apartment but you could make out Lando's features and saw a small smile on his confused looking face.

Another giggle came out. "You," you blurted just as you felt your legs about to give in. Lando caught you just in time, picking you up in his arms, whispering something about taking you straight to bed.

"We'll get that take out tomorrow morning," he told you, referring back to your cab drive where you had told him you wanted fries and a cheeseburger.

You tried to convince him that you weren't that tired yet. That you could handle some food before passing out but he didn't listen to you. Instead, Lando led you straight to bed.

Upstairs, Lando opened the door to your bedroom. He put you down gently on one side before moving the covers and telling you to roll over. You did as you were told and snuggled under the covers.

"Please stay with me," you whispered gently as Lando was about to leave the room to go sleep on your couch.

Your words made Lando froze for a moment, contemplating if it was a good idea. He had never told you but he had had feelings for you for a while but never acted on them, thinking you only saw him as a friend. Hope arose in his chest when he heard your words.

But things were different now. He was in a relationship and couldn't act on his feelings, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Stay," you said again, more pleading this time and Lando couldn't help himself. He climbed into bed with you and turned on his side so that the two of you were facing each other.

A smile was playing on your lips as you looked at Lando. He was smiling too.

You tried to control yourself but you leaned in a little closer, scooting over to him so that your lips were only inches away before you closed the gap and kissed him.

Both of you were taken aback by what just happened. You soon however relaxed into the feeling. Lando's hands moving over your body as the kiss grew more passionate with each passing second.

There was a nagging feeling in Lando's chest. He was going to regret this in the morning but he couldn't help himself. He had wanted you for so long as more than a friend.

It didn't take long before your clothes were falling on the floor. Lando climbed on top of you, holding his body up with his arms. The two of you stared at each other as if you were not sure what to do next, not knowing where this moment was going to lead to.

"Are you sure?" Your voice felt small around the tension in the room, both of you knowing full well what you were referring to.

"I'm sure," Lando whispered back as your lips crashed together. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently grabbed his hair, pulling, keeping him close to your face. It felt like no matter how close you were together, it still wasn't enough.

Lando pulled away from your kiss. A groan left your lips at the loss of contact. You were almost pouting, thinking this was it. That Lando had changed his mind, come to his senses and realised that what was going to happen wasn't right.

It didn't last long as you soon felt Lando make his way down, leaving wet kisses behind all over your body. He made his way in between your legs and placed a small kiss on your clit. This time it was a moan that escaped your lips. Your hips buckled upwards, showing Lando how eager you were.

There was a vibration, Lando was chuckling. "Let me take my time," he said as his fingers went up and down your wet pussy before pushing first one, then two, inside you. He was curling them as you felt them hit your g-spot. You were soon a moaning mess under his touch.

"Please- Lando, I want-" You couldn't finish your thought as you felt Lando's movements become faster and faster. He shushed you as he hoisted himself back up, his face inches away from yours.

"I want you too, so bad," he told you as you could feel his cock on your entrance. It didn't take long before he pushed it inside you.

Lando was moving his hips back and forth. The two of you moaning and groaning loudly. Everything felt so surreal and so good and you wondered why you hadn't confessed your feelings to Lando before.

It didn't take long for the two of you to finish nearly simultaneously, your orgasms leaving you both breathless. Lando collapsed next to you as you tried to catch your breath.

You turned your head so that you were looking at him. Lando was on his back, a small smile playing on his lips. You scooted closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest. Lando wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head and soon the two of you were fast asleep.

friends breakup, friends get married, strangers get born, strangers get buried, trends change, rumors fly through new skies but I'm right where you left me

The morning after Lando's birthday party, you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside your window as sun peeked through the closed curtains. There was a pounding in your head as memories from last night flooded your mind but you couldn't help but smile.

You rolled around in your bed, turning on your side so that you could face Lando who you'd remembered had fallen asleep in your bed after your shared night together. But to your surprise he wasn't there. The bed was empty apart from you and it suddenly felt cold.

You listened closely for a moment, thinking Lando must have gotten up and went to make you breakfast. Or maybe he, too, had a pounding headache and a horrible hangover and he had gone to rummage around your cabinets in the search of a cure.

Taking your phone from the bedside table and going over Instagram and other social media, you got up from the bed and made your way around the house. Lando was nowhere to be seen and you got a sort of nagging feeling. Or maybe it was more of sickness in the pit of your stomach. You weren't sure if it was the hangover or the guilt from your last night actions but you knew you had to rush to the bathroom before you threw up all over the floor.

Days passed and you hadn't heard from Lando. Each day, you tried to call him, leaving him multiple voicemails and texts but he didn't answer any of them. You felt angry. Betrayed. Lando knew what he was doing that night. He told you he was sure. He had said to you that this was what he wanted. And now what? Had he changed his mind and now wanted nothing to do with you? It felt unfair to you. Had you really lost your lifelong best friend over a stupid, drunken mistake?

If you had known that this was how it was going to be, you'd never gone to that stupid party. You would have stayed at home alone. At least then you would still have your best friend.

she looks nothing like me so why do you look so happy, now I think I get the cause of it, you were holding out to find the opposite

Instagram had become your worst nightmare. In fact, all of social media had become your worst nightmare. You had tried your best to stay away from it all but somehow you always found yourself on Lando's pages, trying to make out what he was doing and who he was with whenever he posted something.

And then one night just as you were about to put your phone away and stop your stalking you saw something you wished you could unsee.

A picture of Lando and his girlfriend was staring right at you. You couldn't look away so you stared at the picture for a godawful time, embarrassed at your own behaviour. Lando had taken his girlfriend to Paris and now you could see for yourself just how happy the two of them looked together, posing under the Eiffel Tower.

Thoughts were racing around your mind but one struck out more than the others. She doesn't look anything like me so why is he looking so happy? In fact, she looked exactly like all those girls you had spent the better half of your teenage years making fun of with Lando.

The feeling of betrayal came rushing back. Why did he get to be all happy and in love? He was the one who cheated. Why were you the one who was suffering from the consequences? It wasn't fair.

you say 'I don't understand' and I say I know you don't, we thought a cure would come through in time now I fear it won't

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen or spoken to Lando. To be fair, you had been busy with your own work and hadn't really even managed to make time for anything else. Still, knowing the possibility of running into him during the Silverstone GP was enough to make you feel sick.

Your absence at the races hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of grid. They had all already gotten used to your presence at almost every GP and now that you weren't there, it felt like something was missing.

So, one night as you had been at home, making yourself dinner after a long day at work, you were surprised to see Charles text you. He had started to worry about your absence and wanted to know if everything was alright and if you were going to make an appearance at the British race during the weekend.

Maybe Lando hasn't told anyone about your shared night together, you thought, maybe he regrets what happened.

The two of you ended up calling, finding it easier to speak over the phone rather than text, racking up an impressive few hour long phone call. Which, much to your dismay, had ended with you promising to go to Silverstone the following weekend. Charles, however in hopes of making the appearance easier for you, had promised that you could stay at the Ferrari Garage the whole time. Making it less likely for you to see or run into Lando, or his girlfriend for that matter.

And though the idea of going to Silverstone wasn't all that high on your list of things to look forward to, you still felt glad after talking to Charles. It felt good to know that there was someone willing to listen to you talk about your feelings regarding Lando. Charles seemed to understand and you were thankful for that.

You hated to admit it but it had started to feel like Lando wasn't really understanding where you were coming from. The ball had started rolling when you ended up sleeping together and it felt like Lando left you all alone in that situation.

There used to nothing that could come between the two of you. Now? Now it felt so tiring to try to make things right. Your feelings regarding everything were nothing but an imposition to Lando.

You had done all that you could. You tried to make amends, to talk to him about what had happened. But he wasn't fighting on the same side with you anymore - he was behind the enemy lines. And he was losing you.

and part of me wants to walk away 'till you really listen, i'd hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different, 'cause part of me wants you back but i know it won't work like that, huh?

It was a sunny day in Silverstone. You were walking around the paddock, making your way to the Ferrari garage where Charles was probably already waiting for you.

"Hey," a familiar voice said behind you. You froze in your tracks for a moment before turning around to see Lando. You didn't know what to say or how to react so you just stood there, dumbfouned.

"It's been a while, huh?" Lando tried his best to mask the guilt he was feeling with a small chuckle but wasn't sure he managed. He took a step closer to you as you took a step back at the same time. "Look, y/n, I'm really sorry-"

You cut him off before he could say anything more. "Don't apologize, Lando, please. It's been hard enough as it was. There is no need to make matters worse."

To be honest, you were surprised by your own words but they were all true. It had been hard knowing Lando was out there somewhere living his life without you. These last few weeks had felt like you were stuck, unable to move on. Maybe that's what it's like losing your bestfriend, you had thought.

"Make matters worse- Y/n, what are you on about?" Lando's words cut through like a knife, making it seem like this was all your fault. "I wanted to apologize for ignoring you but it seems like it's not me who should be apologizing right now."

Anger was boiling inside of you. You couldn't believe Lando's arrogance. And though, you didn't want to cause a scene, you couldn't just stand there in silence.

"I'm not sure what dreamland you're living in but if I remember correctly we both agreed to do what we did the night of your birthday party. So, you can't put the blame all on me." Silence. You thought about your words - the ones you had just said and the ones you were about to say. "I knew it was a mistake but I didn't wanna believe you would think that, too, cause I love you and I thought that maybe you'd feel the same way."

Lando looked unsure. Like he didn't exactly know what you meant. Of course he loved you too, you were his best friend and had been since the two of you were kids. That hadn't changed during recent time apart and Lando was certain it would never change.

But then it clicked and he suddenly understood it all too well. Guilt rushing to him as he realized his mistake. He had, more or less, accidentally led you on.

He never meant to hurt you but that night and morning after felt like a blur to him. He was afraid and just bolted before you woke up. Why he didn't answer all those times you tried to call and text, he couldn't provide an answer for. He felt bad and once enough time had passed, it was harder and harder to make things right.

"I didn't come here to ruin your day so I'll just get going," you had started to walk away now but still called out to him with your back turned to him, "have a great rest of your life, you dickhead."

Lando stayed still for a moment, processing your words. Did you really mean that? Did you really not want to see him anymore? Have anything do with him? Had he really lost his friend, his best friend, over something so stupid?

If only Lando could go back in time, he'd make things right.

and I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit whole, long story short it was the wrong time//pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest cliff, long story short it was the wrong guy

The summer break had started. And after the mess at Silverstone, you and Charles had grown closer. Though, you had always been friends, now that Lando was out of the picture, Charles and you spent even more time together.

He had taken Lando's place in your life. The two of you going out to dinner, having movie nights and just all around spending time together.

At first it was all platonic. Neither of you really looking for anything more than just friends to share the ups and downs of life with. But something happened and you two started dating. Agreeing to take things slow in order to avoid a catastrophe.

It was strange for a while but it felt nice to have someone you share everything with now that Lando wasn't that person for you anymore. You started to feel happier each day and it was all because of Charles.

The thought of Lando still stung whenever it crossed your mind. It wasn't easy to leave him behind. You had grown so accustomed to him being there for you through thick and thin. And sometimes it felt almost like the ultimate betrayel, replacing him with Charles. But you made your peace with it just as Lando had made his when he chose to walk away that one morning.

so we could call it even, you could call me 'babe' for the weekend, 'tis the damn season, write this down

It felt like a bad dream when Charles told you. A couple of guys from the grid had made plans for a little get-together over the summer. And though usually you'd be excited to spend time with everyone, now you dreaded it.

"We don't have to go," Charles said reassuringly when he saw the look on your face. "Or I can go alone, whatever's fine with you." He was so sweet and kind and considerate, and you felt bad about not wanting to go.

The two of you had managed to keep your relationship sort of private so far but you had talked about the possibility of going more public. With only a few of your closest friends aware of your situation so far, you figured this was a great way to catch everyone up.

So, with slightly gritted teeth, you agreed to go with Charles to the get-together. Nothing bad could happen anyway, right? You were grown ups. You and Lando could handle being in the same room together. Besides, you had both moved on. Maybe this could be a good time to try to reconnect with a certain, and once very dear, old friend.

The night went on quite nicely. Everyone was so happy to be there, to see you. Everyone but Lando. The second you got there, you could see something was bothering him. You tried to ignore it, deciding it was for the best. You told yourself he could come talk to you if he wanted to.

You were outside the venue, looking out at the sea, admiring the view. You heard someone walk over and take a stand next to you. You didn't bother to look, you knew who it was.

"I'm happy for you," Lando said sheepishly.

"Are you?" You didn't mean for it sound so accusing and you hoped Lando didn't pick up on it. You didn't want to fight anymore. If anything, you wanted your friend back.

"Look, I'm trying my best here."

"I know. Me too. I'm sorry," you offered with a small smile.

Lando smiled back at you. The two of you exchanged apologizies, going back and forth with who to blame for your fall out. It came to an end when you finally agreed it was probably just as much both of your fault.

You felt happy for the first time in what felt like forever. Though you were happy with Charles, this was different. You felt like maybe you finally had your friend back.

"I broke up with her," Lando said after a moment of silence.

You walked closer to him, hesitating for a while before you pulled him in for a hug. He didn't have to say how he felt, you knew.

"Do you remember when we were like 5 or 6 and you tried to make me feel better after I found out that Brad from school didn't like me back? I was heartbroken."

Memories pulled you back. You came home from school, tears in your eyes as Lando trailed behind you. He was calling your name but you ignored him. So he ran after you, catching you just as you were about to walk inside.

"And I promised that when we grew up, I'd marry you and love you so much that you'd forget about stupid Brad," he said finishing your trip down memory lane. A chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled away from the hug.

"Yeah," you started, "I guess if things had been different..."

Something stopped you from finishing your thought. But Lando knew what you meant without you even saying it. There was a sting in his chest. He had almost lost you and he didn't like the feeling. He didn't want to risk doing something that would end with you walking away from his life completely. Even though deep down he had started to feel like being friends wasn't enough anymore.

Or maybe it never had been.

"There you are," Charles called out to you. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You took a step back from Lando, startled at the sight of Charles. You had almost forgotten about him.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," you hurried, "I just needed to get some air."

Lando was hovering by your side as Charles' gaze flicked between the two of you. He had a knowing smile on his face. He was happy to see you two getting along. It had pained Charles to hear you talk about Lando. Charles knew how close you were and he hated seeing you and Lando in pain.

It was awkward for a moment. None of you saying or doing anything until Lando broke the silence.

"I should get going," he offered you a small smile and patted Charles on the shoulder as he walked past him, leaving you and Charles alone.

Charles walked over to you and you extended your arms to pull him in for a hug. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The two of you exchanged a few words about the night before you walked back inside.

do you remember, happy together, I do, don't you? // thought you'd hate me but instead you called and said I miss you, I caught it

You had left Monaco to visit your parents back at home in London before you, too, had to get back to work.

You didn't know it but Lando was in London as well. He had a good relationship with your parents, having spent most of his childhood with them almost as much as his own parents. So, one night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock.

"I'll get it," you called out to your parents as you made your way to the front door.

Lando stood there with a smile on his face. "Hi," was all he said as he couldn't help but burst into a laugh as he saw your confused look.

"What- What are you doing here?" You turned to look behind you before you took a step forward, closing the front door quietly. You were happy to see Lando though you certainly weren't expecting him to show up unannounced.

He gave you a shrug, "I heard you were here and I wanted to see you before the break ended."

Lando could see you weren't exactly happy with his explanation but he didn't care. He didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted to tell you how he felt about you. About everything. This was his grand romantic gesture.

The two of you ended up sitting on your parent's front porch for hours. Talking about everything that had happened over the summer, the conversation at first being very casual.

"Look, y/n, I-" Lando started but couldn't find the words. He took a deep breath, hoping to find courage with the inhale. "Okay, here goes-

After what happened that one night, I was a mess. I didn't know what was right so I just ignored you. And then I saw you with Charles and you seemed so happy and then we talked and I-

I love you, y/n, and not just a friend. And I know you're with Charles and I don't wanna come between you but I just can't not tell you how I feel. I already messed up once by not telling you so I just can't not say this right now."

Silence filled the air. You kept your eyes fixated on Lando but didn't say anything. You barely dared to breathe, afraid it might cause an explosion.

After what felt like an eternity for Lando, you got up from your spot. A fear crept down Lando's spine. This was it, he thought, now he lost you for good.

"I should head to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow," was all you could say. Thoughts spinning in your head, you were sure you wouldn't be able to get any sleep but you were certain you couldn't sit here any longer.

Lando got up as well and just stood there in silence as he watched you make your way inside.

"Goodnight, Lando."

With that, the door closed right in front of him and he could feel his life shattering into a million little pieces.

and i guess we fell apart in the usual way and the story's got dust on every page but sometimes i wonder how you think about it now and i see your face in every crowd

The sun was setting over the horizon. It was warm and the sky was painted in a beautiful color. It was a perfect ending for a perfect day.

You had your arm wrapped around Charles' as your head rested on his shoulder. The two of you walking down the streets of Monaco after having a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant.

You were happy but there was an unexplainable sense sneaking in slowly. It felt like a fire that was burning you inside out that started after you and Lando saw each during the grid get-together. And it kept getting worse and worse, your secret rendezvous in London not helping.

Charles came to a sudden stop. He had his gaze fixated on you, a look of concern plastered across his face. You thought maybe he had said something but when you asked, he just stood there quietly now holding both of your hands in his.

"Y/n, I've really enjoyed this time we've spent together," Charles started and you knew where this was going.

"I really care about you and like you, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change a thing that has happened. But I can see how Lando looks at you and how you look at him."

Charles let go of your hands and there was an empty feeling left. You tried to say something but Charles pulled in for a hug.

"I don't wanna stand in between you and Lando, y/n. And I'm not angry or sad. I want what's best for you."

You understood where this was coming from. And surprisingly, you didn't feel sad, either. Your time with Charles had just ran its course. There was no bad blood between the two of you. Surely, you could stay friends after all this.

The two of you pulled away from your hug. Charles had a small smile on his lips that you reciprocated. Everything was okay.

The rest of your evening was spent walking around the streets aimlessly. Neither of you wanting to let go of these final moments together as something more than just friends but less than lovers before you ultimately had to.

small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck, he says look up and your shoulders brush, no proof, one touch but you felt enough // you are in love, true love

The rain was pouring down with force and you were soaking wet. There was a tenseness in you as you stood outside Lando's apartment shivering, wondering if you should knock.

The door in front of you opened suddenly and you stood face to face with Lando. This time, the surprise was evident on his face as a small smile crept on yours.

"Hi," you said carefully, as if inspecting the situation.

It was getting cold in your drenched clothes and you were starting to shiver. Lando noticed that and rushed to pull you inside. He didn't want you to catch a cold, though he still didn't have any idea as to why were standing outside his apartment in the first place.

"Come on," he said, not wanting to push things but instead allowing you to say whatever you wanted on your own terms whenever you were ready. "Let's get you some dry clothes."

You followed Lando through his home, taking in your surroundings as if it was your first time visiting. As if you hadn't once spent almost half of your time here, with or without Lando. It felt strange to be back but it also felt like coming home.

Lando rummaged through his closet. You were fidgeting with your hands, nerves building up with each second.

"Here," Lando threw you pieces of clothing, "try these."

You caught them and stared at the clothes in your hands.

"You can go change in the bathroom if-" Lando started but you cut him off.

"I love you," was all you said before taking a deep breath. "I love you and I don't mean that as just a friend. I've loved you for you so long now and I hope I'm not too late in telling you this."

Silence filled the space. There was a gap between you and Lando but it soon closed as Lando rushed over to you, pulling you in for a kiss. His hands cupped your face and you relaxed into the warm feeling.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that," he said as he pulled away, his hands still on your cheeks.

A wide smile spread on your lips as you looked in to Lando's eyes. It felt like a dream to be standing here, after all this time and all that hardship it took you to get to this point. But you were happy. You both were happy. And in love.

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hotvinimon · 8 days

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Suna Rintaro Fluff <3

People are responsible for their own actions, which you thought was true until, you were 1 hour and 15 minutes late to your date, with disheveled hair, utterly stretched lounge wear and ice cream smudged on your face due to none other than your ex-best friend Suna Rintaro.

And why we are calling him ex, you will know very soon...

Who doesn’t love dates, a lover to hold you, to make you feel less lonely, to kiss you until death and all that romantic shit, especially after a drought of boyfriends.

After complete 21 years of being utterly single, you were finally asked out by a random guy from economics (shut up! we don’t judge here, or maybe we do…) for a dinner date. And who do you think would be the best person to help ???

**Drum beats**

Of course your best friend, that isn’t actually…. helping ???

(it’s okay, deep breathing)

“Rin, would you really prefer watching your silly Tik toks, than helping your bestest friend aka me for going on a date ??” you whined.

“Hmm ?? what were you saying ??” Suna asked, at the same time chuckling on a silly tik tok.

“Rintaro… for the third time… DO YOU REMEMBER THAT I AM GOING ON A DATE ???”

“Are you questioning my memory or the relevance of your date ?? ”

“Fr ?? You know what Rintaro, you’re making it real hard for me right now not to hold you upside down and cartoonishly shake you until your brain comes back from your knees to your skull and shove you inside my toilet while I call you a ‘dweeb’. But you know what, That’s my problem, Go live your life rin.”

You once again started looking for a nice dress to wear, and for the third time Suna looked at you with saucer eyes, wide jaw without any comeback this week, and it was only Monday.

“And close your mouth, it reeks till here”

“What the actual fuck dude ??? you know what… I don’t even know why are you going on that date ?? Does that guy makes your heart beat faster ???

“I have anxiety dude, everything makes my heart beat faster”

You definitely were something that Suna couldn’t get rid off, even if he wanted to.

Suna doesn’t like you… not from the very first day when you landed in his life, when his dad was taking pictures of him and Miya twins in their garden, when suddenly you tripped their and broke their fence with your tricycle… ( yeah you were that kind of kid ) which, resulted in loud cackles of Suna and his friends, his dad went over to help you when,

“Shut up pussy faces, you would scare a kid or two”

Which resulted in wide eyes, loud gasps, a few coughs and tension in the situation, which you ended by blowing a raspberry and sprinting out.

Not even the second time when his teacher in playschool introduced you to other kids and a kid laughed at your water bottle, which you threw it on his face, with a

“you can have it, nerd”

Not even the third time, when your middle school teacher body shamed Suna and you replied with “Fuck you”. Which lead to your parents attending the school, and on getting scolded for your language you again replied, “I’m sorry sir, with all due respect kindly intercourse yourself.”

And Not even the third time, when he spotted you at 10 at the night outside CV store, still in your high school uniform, when some boys approached you on a Bike, and asked “Such a pretty girl walking alone at night, how about we drop you ?” with a disgusting smirk that he wanted to wipe off with a massive punch, but stopped when you replied with, “I walked alone even when I was alive” with a resting bitch face, resulting in paled faces of the boys, that drove away at their fastest.

And not even any other time when he glared, and ripped away all the possible proposals that you could have had on the Valentines. He just cares for you because you are his best friend.

He swears he doesn’t like you but all these years, you didn’t left any moment when Suna could think about any other girl other than you, but when you, his best friend from childhood, about whom he didn’t had any romantic feelings was asked on a date, he suddenly felt numb, he felt an ache in chest that he couldn’t even explain, he felt his throat dried, that someone just kicked his sand castle. (Samu called him an oblivious simp and hopeless romantic)

He didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to say, but watching you being anxious while fussing over a dress.

He finds it cute, but repulsive at the same time, because you are doing it for some other guy.

“Rintaro, my dear best friend, love of my life, icing on my churro, how about you actually help me, RATHER THAN EATING MY ICECREAM ?????” you pounced upon him snatching your ice cream cup and his phone at the same time elbowing his abdomen and sprinting off to the dining area of your shared apartment to save your life.

He yelped in pain and ran after you. After continuously running around the dining table, he finally picks you up on his shoulder and throws you on the couch. You yelped at sudden force and cringed at the ice cream, dripping from your face and hands, which he actually pins down against the sofa.

“LEAVE ME DORK” you tried wriggling out of his grasp only to be yanked again and now crushed with Suna’s whole body weight. You tried screaming but suddenly stopped when-

“Y/n please don’t go.”

Your smile falters to a frown due to sudden change tension in the air. “Hey Rin… what are you-”

“I love you.”

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littlemissthunderstorms · 7 months

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yours.

alex turner x reader

a friends to lovers series

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your eyes wandered backstage, there was so much going on. tech crews wheeled carts around, people with clipboards and headsets paced the area, mumbling into their mics. there were so many people, yet you were only looking for one boy.

you’d been away from alex for a while. he was one of your bestest friends, always inviting you to their shows when you weren’t busy with work. you loved the atmosphere, completely in love with the music so you took any chance you could to see your friends in concert. this venue was huge, you were desperate to find him before the show started. scanning the area, you spotted one of the bands team members, quickly making your way over to him.

the man smiled at you, recognizing you from the countless shows you’d attended. “hey! need anything?” you nodded. “yes hi! would you happen to know where alex’s dressing room is?” you stood there nervously, hoping you weren’t getting in the way of the show setup.

the man knitted his eyebrows. “you’re his girlfriend right?” you blushed at the comment. “i- no just a good friend.” you smiled, in hopes that the man would show you the way. he nodded, gesturing for you to follow him. after leading you silently down a couple hallways, he scanned his keycard, unlocking a door that led to yet another hallway. you really hoped you weren’t being led to some obscure place to be brutally murdered.

“ok, the dressing rooms are down this way, i’ve gotta head back, have a good night.” you sighed, a bit winded from the walk. “thank you so much! sorry for the bother.” the man nodded and flashed you a rushed smile, mumbling something into his headset and then scurrying off.

you took a deep breath as you scanned the doors along the hallway. you weren’t sure why you were so nervous, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. a door sign reading MATT HELDERS caught your attention, eyes scanning to a door directly across the hall that read ALEX TURNER.

you nervously walked over to the door, hesitating before knocking lightly, you really hoped you weren’t bothering him. you knitted your eyebrows at the silence, hoping he was in there. a few moments later you heard shuffling on the other side of the door, followed by the twisting of the doorknob. the boys eyes widened and his mouth broke into a grin when he saw you. your heart fluttered and skipped a beat when he didn’t even hesitate to pull you into a tight hug. “y/n!! i’m so happy you made it!!”

you giggled as he picked you off your feet and twirled you around. your eyes widened when you got a good look at him. “alex!! your hair!!” the last time you saw him, his hair was shaggy and long-ish, cut shorter from his long hair he had a few years ago. now, the sides were gelled back, a messy quiff at the top. the boy laughed. “i know! ya’ like it?” he twirled, giving you a 360.

you nodded eagerly. “hell yeah!! you’re like a true rocker now.” he smiled at you, eyes twinkling. he seemed so genuinely happy that you were here, you noticed this, trying your best not to get all flustered. “anyway, i’m sorry if i’m getting in the way, i know the show starts soon i just missed ya’ and wanted to say hi.”

the boy shook his head. “no way, i’m so glad you’re here. i’ve gotta report backstage soon but you can walk with me.” he made his way over to his vanity, sliding on his silver rings. you were transfixed on his hands, unintentionally fantasizing about the different ways they could make that ache between your thighs go away, almost not catching the next thing he said. “i’m sure katies ecstatic to see you, she won’t shut up about how much she misses you watching backstage with her. we’ve all missed ya’.”

you smiled warmly, concerned at the way your heart still fluttered when he got closer to you. “god you have no idea how much i’ve missed everyone. i’ve just had so much work stuff come up, wish i could’ve been to more shows.” you fiddled with your own rings. “hey hey, you’re all good.” he shook his head, checking the time.

“okay, i need to be out there in like 20 minutes, wanna head out?” you nodded, waiting for him at the door. alex quickly grabbed what looked like a piece of paper but you couldn’t really tell from how fast he slipped it in his back pocket.

the whole time you two walked to the main backstage area, alex kept close to you, noticing how much he’d missed you, the smell of your perfume, the motorcycle boots you wore, all of it.

———

it was now 5 minutes until the boys were on, you were catching up with katie, telling her about all your work drama and what she missed when alex and jamie came up to you both. “hey, do you need anything?” alex turned to you. “no no, don’t worry about me.” the boy smiled and nodded, turning to talk to katie. you gave jamie a high five, wishing them a good show. sound tech rushed the two away, making sure their earpieces were working correctly and everything. when you turned back to katie, you noticed her slipping a piece of paper in her back pocket, similar to the one alex had earlier.

nevertheless, you thought nothing of it and redirected your attention to the stage as the boys picked up their instruments and the crown roared, the first notes of the view from the afternoon buzzing through the venue.

———

it was halfway through the show, it had been phenomenal so far, the atmosphere was electric and exciting. you realized how much you missed seeing them play, even if it had been only a couple months. once the last few notes of teddy picker echoed through the speakers, katie turned to you, looking a bit too giddy as she pulled the piece of paper out of her pocket, handing it to you. “alex told me to give you this near the end of the show.” she squealed softly, making you raise your eyebrows.

you took the folded piece of paper as the first few notes of secret door started playing, one of your favorite songs by them. you looked at alex strumming his guitar onstage and then back at katie. “what’s this all about?” you rose your voice so she could hear you over the music. “honestly i’m not completely sure, but if it’s what i think it is, please just open it already!” she smiled in amusement, earning a confused look from you.

upon opening the paper, you realized it was a note alex had written, which he had dedicated to you at the top. katie stepped away, letting you read alone. you stopped yourself from looking at the whole thing, only letting yourself read one line at a time

To my best friend.

I’m trying to be poetic about this, because if i’m going to tell you the things i’m about to tell you in a note rather than face to face, it’s gotta be good. Maybe a poem would be cooler, but I just need to tell you what’s been on my mind.

I think i’ve loved you for a while, I know i’ve loved you for a while. You’re such a beautiful person, through and through, I know you struggle believing that sometimes, but I can’t doubt it for a second. I’ve truly fallen so deeply in love, I can’t even recognize myself sometimes. I really might be losing it.

Yours, Alex.

part 2. coming soon

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #humbug #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #suck it and see #tlsp #alex turner smut #spotify #friends to lovers

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purfectstormzz · 8 months

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Baby I’m Yours | Alex Turner x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which we see how their relationship evolves over the years.

Pairing: Alex Turner x fem!reader

A/n: i just wanted to express my love for this guy by making a fic about him :)

Masterlist

Instagram.com

2010

Y/nY/l/n

Liked by MattHelders, JamieCook and 530000 others

Y/nY/l/n: Happiest birthday to the bestest friend I could’ve wished for. I love you Alexander..

Comments:

ArcticMonkeysfan1: Happy birthday Alex! Also Y/n and Alex are literally the cutest couple ever!

> AlexTurnerfan22: they’re together? I thought they were just friends.

> ArcticMonkeysfan1: They’ve been together since they were teenagers I think.

MattHelders: We need to get him on Instagram

> Y/nY/l/n: I’ve been trying for the past few months but he just doesn’t want to.

2011

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, NickO’malley and 67000 others

Y/nTurner: Mr and Mrs Turner❤️💍

Comments have been limited:

MattHelders: Congrats!

NickO’malley: Congrats you 2!

JamieCook: Congrats Mr and Mrs Turner!!

2013

Y/nTurner

Liked by JamieCook, MilesKane and 94000 others

Y/nTurner: We are so excited to tell you about our little family. On 4 June 2013 we were blessed with the birth of our baby boy. August Matthew Turner. We’re more than happy and words can’t explain how grateful we are for our little boy. We’re going to take a little break from everything to just spend some time with our little boy❤️

-Alex and Y/n

Comments have been disabled.

2014

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, ArcticMonkeysfan1 and 768000 others

Y/nTurner: Always fun to see the husband in action!

Comments:

AlexTurnerfan22: the second picture!!! Gosh you’re a lucky woman y/n!

JamieCook: always lovely to have you at our shows y/n.

ArcticMonkeysfan1: gosh this was such a good concert! I loved it!!

GhostCookie6: Petition for Alex to get social media…

2015

Y/nTurner

Liked by JamieCook, ArcticMonkeys and 985000 others

Y/nTurner: Our little family couldn’t be more perfect. On 13 April 2015 we were once again blessed with another perfect little boy. Elijah Miles Turner. We’re so happy and very excited to make so much memories with our little boys. We’re once again so grateful for this. We are taking a little break once again to spend time with our little boys.❤️

-Alex and Y/n

2018

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, MilesKane and 648000 others

Y/nTurner: Happiest birthday to the love of my life, the father of my children, the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you Alex.

Comments:

MattHelders: Happy birthday 🥳

ArcticMonkeysfan1: “the love of my life” I love them so much!

>AlexTurnerfan22: they’re the best couple ever!

MilesKane: Happy birthday Al!!!

2020

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, AlexTurner and 879000 others

Y/nTurner: @MattHelders he’s coming for your spot!

Comments:

MattHelders: Well he learned it from the very best😌

> Y/nTurner: He loves getting lessons from uncle Matt.

ArcticMonkeysfan1: The fact that their kids call the rest of the band uncles is so cute 🥰

AlexTurner: ❤️

> AlexTurnerfan22: OMG he has Instagram!!!!

> ArcticMonkeysfan133: They finally convinced him.

2023

Y/nTurner

Liked by AlexTurner, Bobbyskeetz and 768000 others

Y/nTurner: 20 years ago Alex and I started dating. So many people told us that it wouldn’t last because it was just teenage love. But 20 years, 2 kids and 12 year of marriage later we’re still going strong. There’s no one else I would rather spend my nights with than you. Happy anniversary Alex. I love you❤️

Comments:

AlexTurner: Happy anniversary baby. I love you❤️❤️

ArcticMonkeysfan1: They’re my favourite couple ever!!!

Yellamo23: My parents!!!

MattHelders: Happy anniversary😊

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #matt helders #nick o'malley #jamie cook #arctic monkeys #social media au #dad!alex turner

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consuming-karma · 1 year

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FRIENDLY COMPETITION

buwan’s notes : i honestly can’t be left alone with my thoughts, and being left alone leads to me acting on them. this is one of the many funny ideas I made up in my head. This is also a (very) late good luck to brit who’s taking her finals, good luck! I know you’ll ace them bestie!!

episode summary : When the boys return from a night of feeding, Paul gets a whiff of the most peculiar scent in his shared nest with his mate, it’s..it’s a dog?!

content warnings: Paul being jealous of a puppy. (yes that’s a warning).

tags: @britany1997

[paul x fem!reader.]

“Babe!” Paul called out in the cave, his hands covered his mouth to further emphasize that he was home from feeding.

You had decided to stay at the cave for a couple of days, keeping your boyfriend and his gang of vampires company until you decided that it was time to mingle with your kind once again.

They had left you in the cave earlier during the night to snatch a meal. Paul had whined about how they hadn’t fed in a while, and that he needed some of the sweet, sweet, blood his body was craving, which leads us to the current situation.

The blonde was confused at not hearing a reply back, getting slightly worried. The boys noticed this, and looked at each other before Dwayne decided to step up, walking towards Paul.

“Maybe, she’s just sleeping Paul, not a big deal.” Dwayne patted the rowdy boy on his shoulder before taking his rightful spot on the couch like always.

For once, Paul wasn’t reassured by the dark-haired vampire. He decided to investigate, hoping that what Dwayne had suggested was true and that you were only napping.

He looked into different caverns and various tunnels, seeing if you had somehow gotten lost or had wandered around in boredom. His nerves were getting more and more frisky, the longer he couldn’t find you.

Paul walked around, trying to remember the last time he saw you, trying to retrace his steps as if he lost his motorcycle key.

After a good few minutes of hard thinking, a lightbulb went off in his weed-induced head, happily trotting to his separate cavern, full of his trinkets and music collections.

Paul’s nerves seemed to die down as he saw your back turned to him, you were sat criss-crossed on his bed, unaware of his presence.

Paul grinned at your figure, seeing you wear his iconic mesh shirt when he rarely decided to wear something different for a change, he walked up to you, curious on what’s got your attention that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

A specific smell got him to stop in his tracks though, known for his keen sense of smell, the blonde could pick anything up from miles away, and he knows the smell of a mutt when he smells one.

Suddenly, a yip came from you, or more so, in front of you. Paul’s worst nightmares have been confirmed, a puppy, in your arms. Surprisingly, you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend and his horror-stricken expression as you baby-talked to the ball of fur in your hands.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! The bestest boy!” You let out praises for the little puppy in your arms as it barked and yipped, happily replying to your blabber.

The puppy seemed to notice Paul as it squirmed in your hold, Paul cringed at the puppy, obviously knowing that the puppy has noticed him, it was a golden retriever, every commercial family had one, an ideal family dog.

He remembers that only because you’d compare him to the breed so much.

“Paulie! You remind me so much of a golden retriever!”

“I think we should get a golden retriever, both of you would get along so well!”

He shuddered at the memories as the puppy had escaped your clutches and was now jumping up on his legs, trying to climb the blonde. You were confused at the sudden change in the puppy as you turned away, in all of the ten minutes Paul stood there, finally, he was noticed.

“Paulie!” You chirped, turning over to the other side of the bed to pick up the puppy jumping around in his arms. “Babe?..where’d you get the mutt?” Paul asked, looking at the puppy with a weird look.

“Hey! Don’t call him a mutt, and for your information, this “mutt” was wandering around by the woods, it came up to me and I decided to adopt it.” You huffed, letting the puppy bark and yip as it squirmed in your hands, trying to land kisses on your face.

“Ew, babe! Don’t let the dog kiss you!” Paul whined, trying to pull the puppy away from you. “Paul! Be careful.” Your hands gently placed the puppy down on the bed as it ran in circles, smelling everything as it’s tongue held out, dripping saliva everywhere.

Paul clicked his tongue as he quickly carried the puppy off his bed, “now he’s got all of his saliva on my bed, thanks a lot babe.” Paul sighed, ignoring the puppy that was yipping all around his feet.

“Can we keep him, pretty please?” You dramatically gave him a set of puppy eyes, pouting and the works, Paul scoffed, crossing his arms like a jealous child, “didn’t I tell you, dogs and vamps don’t mix?” You snorted, shooing him.

“Please, doesn’t Max have one?” You replied, letting the puppy lick your calves and paw at you. “Max’s devil dog is a bloodhound, not an actual dog.” Paul retorted, grabbing the golden retriever puppy by the scruff and making his way towards the entrance of his man-cave, wanting to throw him out.

“He doesn’t seem weirded out by you, though! Pretty please, Paul! He looks so much like you, it’ll be adorable.” You whined, following him to the entrance where Paul was getting ready to kick the puppy out.

“What’s adorable with this thing? I could look just as puppy-like as him, hell, even better than him!” Paul scoffed, giving the puppy the stink eye just as it happily barked at him.

“Look at him, baby!” You pointed to the puppy that was being held by the scruff, it barked at Paul happily, unaware of the eviction that it was about to recieve.

“He looks just like you!” Paul looked at you with a deadpanned look. “No child of mine’s gonna look as ugly as this.” Paul pointed to the puppy as you glared at him.

You gasped, offended about what he said. “Paul!” You scolded him with a nice slap to back of his head, making him yell profanities as he almost dropped the dog.

Thankfully, you picked the little pup up and cradled the poor thing in your arms, it found it’s balance and licked up your cheek as Paul had a pout painted on his face.

The blonde was obviously upset, seeing the puppy in your arms as a threat. “I’ve seen these little scenarios before babe! Girlfriend gets a puppy and the puppy gets the girl! I’ll be left out!” Paul groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s childish thinking, petting the ball of fur in your hands.

“C’mon Paulie, he’s not that bad, i think he’d be a great addition!”

Update, he is.

he is that bad.

it’s been a month since Paul had begrudgingly accepted the little fur-ball you’ve “adopted” into his cave.

The boys seemed to love him, laddie seemed to love him, but that’s not what he hated, he hated how fast that little rascal you call your baby stole your heart.

Paul glared at the little puppy in your arms twenty-four seven, no breaks, no nothing, not even a little break for the poor vampire’s eyes. It’s like he disappeared! You barely gave him kisses and your arms were always around that little puppy. Hell, it’s not even little anymore!

He could feel his jaw clench from reminiscing the events of said month, Marko had met the pup first, joyed to see other animals than his pigeons and happily accepted the blonde fur-ball into the cave.

Dwayne and Laddie seemed to enjoy the little puppy as well, Paul couldn’t blame Laddie, he’s a little boy, anything moving and with fur is adorable to him but Dwayne? How’d the hell did some little dirty pup get him on his side, Paul couldn’t help but scoff as he thought about this.

Hell, even David seemed like he tolerated the damn pup! It felt like Paul walked into something cursed when he saw the platinum blonde relaxing with the puppy on his lap!

His partner-in-crime, Marko, no longer asked for him, it’s always “where’s the little pup?” or “where’s mini-Paul?”. The blonde was getting sick of it, there’s only one puppy boy in this house, and it’s time Paul retook his throne!

Paul stomped towards his man-cave where you and that puppy always seemed to hang around. He pulled back the curtains that separated the small cavern from the rest of the main cave, his nose seemed to flare at the display of you and the puppy laying on your stomach.

“oh, hey paulie!” You happily greeted your boyfriend as you sat up from the bed, the puppy moving along with you. Paul looked at you with an angry expression and a clenched jaw, his gaze flickering from you to the puppy.

Paul imagined the puppy smirking at him, as if it knows he stole his girl. You seemed oblivious to Paul’s tantrum and only looked on curiously, your hand running itself through the puppy’s fur.

“Alright, that’s it, enough is enough, that pup is going back to the wild!” Paul threw his hands in the air before gently carrying the puppy off of you, he was angry but he wasn’t cruel.

“Paulie, what the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you followed the glamrock punk out his cave and into the main cave where he gained an audience of his friends and laddie.

“Paul! Put Rhodey down!” You called out, hastily following the blonde who stopped in his tracks and turned slowly to you. “You named him after my favourite name?.. babe I was gonna name our kid that!” Paul groaned out, dropping the puppy who fortunately landed on his feet as he barked up at Paul.

“That’s..that’s kinda why I named him Rhodey, I thought if he had one of your favourite names—“ you squatted down to usher the puppy to you, petting it to calm down.

The audience Paul had earned looked on curiously on what was happening between the glamrock punk and his mate. “Babe, that’s not the point, you’ve been ignoring me way too long and all for a puppy! Hell, even the guys have been asking more about him than me!” Paul whined out, obviously frustrated.

“The hell are you talking about, dude?” Marko looked at him incredulously, “oh please, don’t act so dumb, you keep asking around for the little puppy, you all obviously prefer him over me.” Paul scoffed, crossing his arms in distaste at the current situation.

The room was silent at Paul’s statement, before they all bursted out laughing. “You’re telling me..that..that you, Paul, are intimidated by a— a puppy?—“ Marko spoke between laughs, holding onto his stomach.

David only grinned at the scene in front of him, shaking his head in disbelief as Dwayne laughed along with you and Marko as the main cave filled with your giggles and the boys’ chuckles.

“Why are you guys laughing? This isn’t funny, she’s my mate, and this dumb puppy’s got her wrapped around his paws!” Paul furrowed his eyebrows, pointing accusingly at the puppy who innocently stared at him with a tilted head.

“Dude, You’re a vampire, that’s a puppy, why are you jealous?” Marko snorted out, patting the blonde’s back as the laughter slowly died down. The curly-headed blonde looked up at him with a teasing look before looking down at the puppy.

“Let us emphasize this for you, bud. You’re a literal immortal who tears people up for fun, this puppy isn’t doing shit to you, and it sure as hell isn’t stealing your girl.” Dwayne gave him a smug grin as the puppy ran around, still yapping as if it wasn’t moments away from being thrown out the cave’s entrance.

“If anything, you’re the only sour that there’s a puppy, ain’t no animal in the world is going to steal your mate, bud.” Marko looked at you, who had finished your giggling fit and was now ushering the puppy to your side.

“Think of it as a kid, you and (Y/N), and your little fur-baby.” Marko definitely quoted you on the fur-baby part, Paul deflated at Marko’s words, knowing he was annoyingly right at the end of the night.

“You done with your tantrum now, little baby?” You baby-talked Paul, obviously trying to get a rise out of him as he pouted, looking at you with a sad face.

“Oh you poor thing, poor baby got his throne taken and now he’s all pouty about it.” You fluttered your eyelashes, looking at him with a exaggerated frown. “That’s not funny, babe!” Paul frustratingly groaned out.

The blonde wanted to pull his hair at the fact that he wasn’t being taken seriously. “Paul, seriously, chill.” You finally stopped teasing the blonde, looking at him with a serious expression.

“Rhodey isn’t taking me away from you, and he’s not going to, anytime soon.” You walked up to the blonde’s deflated figure, pulling him back to his part of the cave, as the boys glanced at you with a look that said good luck.

“Yeah, I have a puppy and he’s amazing, but you’re always gonna be my boyfriend, I wouldn’t let anything get between that.” You placed your hand on Paul’s cheek, who sadly nuzzled into it.

The two of you sat down on his bed silently as you managed a position where you had your head on his shoulder and the puppy splayed over your lap. The puppy seemed tired of it’s activities for the night and started to nap.

Both of you sat in silence, enjoying the ambience of the cave for a bit. “Are you sure he’s not taking you away from me?..” Paul muttered, looking down at the puppy in your lap as he nipped at the nail polish on his fingernails. “Paul.” You snorted, still petting Rhodey, lulling the blonde pup to sleep.

Soon enough, the human fatigue hit you, your eyes seemed to droop as you continued to sit in silence. You felt like you weren’t going to last long as you slowly let your eyelids fall over your eyes.

“I love you lots Paul, nothing’s gonna change that.” You had to get the last word in, before turning in for the night, you and the puppy slept as Paul supported you, gently laying you down on his bed. “Love you lots too, baby.” He mumbled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before glancing at the sleeping puppy on your lap.

He kissed his teeth before gently petting the puppy, soft enough to keep the puppy asleep.

“Guess you’re not so bad either.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #✦ paul’s karma.#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x you #tlb x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb #paul tlb #tlb paul #tlb paul x reader

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damn-stark · 11 months

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Chapter 8 Chateau

Chapter 8 of Moonlight

A/N- Y/N and young Rhaenyra would’ve been the bestest of friends.

Warning- Swearing, angst, FLUFF, talks of blood, death, miscarriage, pregnancy, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- 1x08-1x09

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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“…and he said to me, well you’re sort of beautiful. So I look at him confused.” You gossip with Rhaena and Baela about a memory from your years in Winterfell. “I'm like, I'm either one or the other, tell me if I should be offended or touched.”

Rhaena giggles and leans in closer to you. “What did he say?”

You grab onto the edge of the dinner table and lean in between the both of them to whisper. “He went on to throw up on himself,” you grumble while Baela and Rhaena complain in disgust.

“But! The next day he said the same thing to another girl, so,” you snicker, “my friends and I grabbed him after he blacked out and lay him in front of Astraea. When he woke up he shit his pants in front of all the ladies he had been hitting on.”

The three of you burst out laughing at your story, causing Jacaerys to shove himself between Baela and you. “What’s so funny?” He asks.

You part your lips to answer, but Baela cuts him off. “Lady business.”

You peer back at him and snicker.

“Well,” he counters nonchalantly and begins to smirk. “I suppose I won’t share what I just told Lucerys.”

Your curiosity piques and without an ounce of hesitation you look back at him, noticing him looking all smug.

However, before he can even try and continue, the hall doors open and guards carrying your grandfather in a chair walk in, silencing the chatter that filled the room and making everyone, including you, who was sitting down to stand up in respect of the King's arrival.

“Tell us later,” you whisper to your brother.

He leans over and counters. “As long as you tell me what you shared.”

You meet his gaze from the corner of your eyes and nod in agreement. You then focus back on the King getting carried to his spot around the table, and only go to your spot beside Aemond once the King is placed in the middle of the table.

“How good it is,” your grandfather interjects in his raspy voice. “To see you all tonight…together.” He finishes saying and takes a moment to examine everyone gathered around the table.

“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent cuts in and asks her husband, the King.

He looks over at her and nod. “Yes,” he whispers.

You sigh and clasp your hands together over the table, you don’t close your eyes like Alicent and her family do. Even if you do follow the Old Gods, you don’t much pray to them over dinner, or make it your entire personality like Alicent with her New Gods, but out of respect you stay quiet and listen to her.

“May the Mother smile down on the gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for too long.”

You drop your head and shake your head at her comment.

Now who’s fault is this strain exactly? Your mother was nothing but patient the years she lived here with you and your siblings, the boys only messed around with another because they were just children messing around. The only reason you don’t like Aegon is because he’s a creep with the ladies. But the hostility? The name calling? That was all her, Alicent.

So please can she stop acting?

“…And to Vaemond Velaryon, May the gods give him rest.”

Okay, now that time has passed you have to admit even if you don’t want to…what Daemon did to him was…well deserved. You won't praise the man, but it was impressive. After the disgust and horror passed of course.

“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems,” your grandfather adds, pulling your gaze back over the table—“My grandsons, Jace and Luke will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena.”

You smile at the newly betrothed and reach over for your goblet.

“Further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes…and their betrothed.”

A grin spreads on your lips and you don’t fret to raise your cup to them all.

“Hear, hear!” Daemon exclaims.

As you take a sip from your wine you reach over and interlace your fingers with Aemond’s. He immediately glances over and puts his goblet down to lean over to press a kiss on the side of your head, making you smile and tighten your hold around his.

“Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys,” the King adds. “The future Lord of the Tides.”

You raise your cup again and this time you exclaim. “Hear, hear!”

Lucerys gaze finds you and a thankful smile shows on his lips before he snaps his gaze to Rhaena.

“You’ll be great,” she compliments him, making you smile softly with joy that she is so kind to him. He deserves someone as kind as she is.

“It both gladdens my heart…” your grandfather keeps speaking, this time he’s on his feet. “And fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world…yet grown so distant from each other…in the years past.”

You swallow thickly and begin to caress the back of Aemond’s hand with your thumb.

At the feeling his eyes fall on you, you can feel them linger as you watch with hesitation while your grandfather begins to take his mask off.

You’ve seen him without it on a few times, but seeing the muscles of his cheek stick out still brings you goosebumps. Not his eye socket though, Aemond and him and share that similarity, you’ve helped Aemond clean his fleshy eye socket before, but the flesh on your grandfathers cheek is not the same.

“My old face…is no longer a handsome one…if it indeed ever was. But tonight,” he mutters. “I wish you to see me…as I am. Not just a King…but your father. Your brother. Your husband…and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems…walk for much longer among you.”

You let out a deep breath and avert your gaze to avoid having them cloud with tears. Aemond notices and pulls your hand to his lap to hold your hand with the both of his.

“Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts,” he goes on and slams his cane against the floor. “The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances, if not for the sake of the crown…then for the sake of this old man, who loves you all so dearly.” He lets out a heavy breath and sits back down, letting your mother abruptly stand up with her goblet in the air.

“I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen,” your mother interjects, catching you off guard. “I love my father, but I must admit that no one has stood…more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with…unfailing devotion, love and honor. And for that she has my gratitude…and my apology.”

You grab your goblet again and take a small drink.

“I also would like to add,” your mother says a bit softer this time, and with a smile she directs at you. “How thankful I am to my daughter y/n, and Prince Aemond, you have made me a grandmother…”

You smile brightly and share your glee with Aemond.

“…I am thankful for that everyday. To Aerion, may he continue to grow and be happy.”

“Hear, hear,” Alicent says quietly, whilst Aemond, you and everyone around the table takes a drink.

“I will also like to add,” Alicent continues to say. “That your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers…and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.” She then stands and raises her goblet. “I raise my cup to you…and to your house. You will make a fine Queen.”

You bring your cup to your lips and take the last sip of wine before you stand up as well, causing one of your hands to slip off Aemond’s. “I would like to toast to my mother and family, 6 six years was far too long and I'm glad to see you all again. I missed you all…And to my brothers.” You smile, whilst a servant refills your goblet. “And Rhaena and Baela. May you share a loving and fruitful marriage.” You sit back down and take a drink the same time your family does too.

Silence falls after that, letting you reach over to grab some fruit from the trays. When you sit back down and plop a grape on your mouth, suddenly Jacaerys slams his hands on the table and gets up, pulling the attention of everyone and bringing a deafening silence to the table.

You raise your eyebrow and squint your gaze in confusion, but Jacaerys just clears his throat and only provides you with more confusion.

Albeit that quickly washes away as Aemond stands up and stares your brother down.

“Aemond,” you whisper and take his hand.

Said man keeps his glare on Jacaerys, adding tension to the table. You follow his line of gaze and watch your brother playfully hit Aegon's arm before raising his cup and meeting your husband's gaze.

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond…”

You swallow thickly and look up at Aemond again to plead. “<Aemond, my love, please.>”

Aemond blinks and meets your gaze briefly before looking back at Jacaerys, and sighing as he slowly sits back down to just listen.

“We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends, and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles.” Jacaerys raises his cup, followed by Baela.

The awkward tension doesn't leave but you slowly drink to that while you wrap your hand around Aemond’s arm.

“To you as well,” Aegon adds awkwardly.

Now you want this to come to an end before things turn bad. Aemond already seems more upset than he already was, he pulls his arm from under your grasp and you know it’s because you were trying to stop him from overreacting.

You howbeit don’t take offense to his petty act, you find it funny and immediately put your hand over his again. Aemond slowly drags his eye to the side, and you slowly do the same and shoot him a playful smirk.

He sighs and looks away to take his hand away again, but you pull it down and rub his hand against your thigh before you lean close to his ear to whisper cockily. “You can be upset all you want, it makes for a more entertaining night.”

The corner of Aemond’s lips twitch to a smile, but he doesn’t let it show in front of the others.

“Just a little longer, okay?” You assure him and then press a kiss on his cheek before you look to your other side as Helaena gets up too.

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena,” Helaena says. “They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you…”

Aemond grips onto your thigh before you both share awkward glances due to his sister's speech.

“…except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Scattered laughs spread around the table, but you just blink and glare over at Aegon.

“Let us have some music,” your grandfather brings an end to the toast, letting you turn to face Aemond.

“So I thought,” you tell him, gaining his full attention. “If my family doesn’t end up staying long, after Aerion and I come back from Dragonstone, we go to the vacation house. Present Aerion to the countryside, just be alone and have calm nights, hm?” You press.

Nevertheless, Aemond’s attention drifts behind you rather quickly, you follow his line of gaze and look back, noticing Jacaerys and Helaena starting to dance.

“Aw,” you grin. “How adorable.”

Aemond hums dryly, letting you know he didn't like it one bit, so you block his line of gaze and distract him. “So what do you say? After I come back, we take a nice trip?”

“All right,” he agrees with his gaze holding yours.

You beam at him and steal a kiss from his lips before you face the table again.

Yet just before you can grab food, a shadow gets cast over you, and Aemond’s grip on your thigh tightens.

“Sister,” you recognize Lucerys say, making you look over at him standing beside your chair with his hand out. “Would you like to dance?” He asks and slides his gaze to Aemond at your other side to shoot him a small smirk. “If that’s okay of course.”

Even if it is for some stupid game to annoy Aemond, you gladly take your brother's hand and don’t even ask Aemond for permission because Lucerys is your little brother. You don’t need permission to dance with him.

However, as you do follow Lucerys out to the floor you do feel Aemond’s gaze on you. When you come to a brief stop and grab your brother's hands, you do look back and see exactly that, Aemond watching Lucerys and you carefully, as if your brother was going to suddenly just steal you or something.

Just to assure Aemond of his ridiculous concern you offer him a soft smile before you begin to follow Lucerys’s lead.

“You’ve come a long way from dancing on my feet,” you tell Lucerys as you pull apart and continue to dance. “I’m impressed.”

“There’s not much to do at Dragonstone,” he comments whilst you both hook your arms around each others and spin slowly to the beat. “Besides mother made us take lessons.”

You giggle. “Well, you’ll make your future wife very happy. It’s always impressive when a man is a willing dance partner.”

“Is it?” Lucerys asks.

You nod. “It is. It’s a way to a woman’s heart. For some anyway.”

He snickers and glances back at Rhaena before he meets your gaze. “What’s the other?”

You grin in awe. “Attention,” you let him know. “Listening. Affection and humor.”

Lucerys hums softly before you link arms again and begin spinning slowly once more.

“Dragonstone wasn’t the same without you,” he says again. “We missed you.”

You hold his gaze and offer him a sweeter smile. “I missed you. I’m happy you haven’t changed. Don’t let anyone change you.” You proceed to grab hands and dance around Helaena and Jacaerys before you turn back to back and lift your arms up, and then pull away and turn to face each other again.

However, before you can continue you both come to a slow stop as you catch your grandfather getting carried out. You watch him be taken away, you hear him groan in pain and feel pity that he can’t be the man he once was.

At least he got to witness a part of this dinner with all his family.

Nevertheless, after he is taken out of the room, the roasted pig is brought in so you don’t continue to dance, instead you point to the table. “Let’s go eat some dinner, hm?”

Lucerys nods before laughing as he walks you to your chair. “You sound like mother.”

You flash him a simple happy smile before you take your seat beside Aemond once again and watch your brother return to his seat across the table. And now that you are seated, Aemond fixes his chair to the way it was before.

“I’m still here,” you tease him and take his hand once more. “But if you were so worried you should’ve danced with me.”

Aemond hums, making you snicker before you change the subject.

“Later, I have something I want to give you. It…took me a long while to perfect, but I think you’ll like it.”

Aemond blinks before turning his head to face you with confusion and curiosity. “What is it?” He asks.

You shrug sweetly and bat your lashes. “Just have to wait and see. Or I’ll tell you now if you dance with me?” You press and smirk. “Hm?”

Aemond looks at the dance floor that Jacaerys and Helaena still occupy before meeting your gaze and letting out a deep sigh. “Fine.”

You blink in surprise and pull back. “Really?” You ask him now. “You’ll dance with me?”

Aemond nods. “I will.”

You beam at him with awe and excitement, but…just as you stand up, and before you can pull him up, his gaze drifts away for a second, only a few moments, but it’s long enough for him to catch something that pisses him off and has him ripping his arm from your grasp to slam his hand on the table and cutting off all noise that traveled within.

“Final tribute,” he interjects. “To the health of my nephews.”

Your smile fades completely. Instead you begin to nervously bite the inside of your cheek.

“Jace,” Aemond names. “Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…” he takes a long pause as he stares Lucerys down again.

“Aemond,” you warn without an ounce of softness in your tone this time.

But of course he ignores you.

“Hm,” he hums. “Strong.”

You clench your jaw and fill with anger. Not because he dared to say that to them, there’s no need fueling those comments, it’s that he dared to ruin this supper. That he couldn’t just hold it in and silently just glare and hate. That’s what you’re doing with Daemon.

“Aemond,” his mother attempts to stop him too.

“Come,” Aemond continues and ignores Alicent as well. “Let us drain our cups to these three…strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again,” Jacaerys snaps at him angrily.

“Why?” Aemond counters and faces him with his cup raised. “‘Twas only a compliment.” He breaks away from his spot and passes you to stride to Jacaerys. “Do you not think yourself strong?”

You know Jacaerys has a short temper, you know Aemond doesn’t hold back, so you slowly follow after him and try to plead again. “Aemond, please stop.”

Yet now rather than ending up being hit after trying to stop a fight, Jacaerys swings his fist across Aemond’s face.

However, it doesn’t seem to affect Aemond as much, he doesn’t even drop his wine or sway. It’s impressive, it impresses you, but now wasn’t the time. Besides as Jacaerys and Aemond confront each other, from the corner of your eye you catch Aegon slam Lucerys face in the table.

Now rather than staying put and trying to plead, as if triggered by your brothers pain and the anger Aemond made you feel, you charge at Aegon without hesitation and quickly slam your hand on the back of his head and clutch a chunk of hair. You then grab his shoulder and shove him back harshly.

When Aegon finds his footing he looks at you bewildered, but that expression is quickly wiped away as you then proceed to swing your right fist across his face harshly, causing him to stumble back.

“Try that again,” you snap at Aegon.

Guards head over to you to try and stop you, but before they can try and touch you a threatening “don’t,” is snapped at them.

You quickly dart your gaze to the side and see Daemon stop by you, challenging the guards with his glare alone. They don’t dare move to you now, nor do they hold Aegon back. Not like he made any attempt to hit back, he just holds his cheek in complete surprise.

When he catches your gaze he pulls his hand away. That’s when you notice a small bleeding cut under his eye that you had made.

You should feel bad, but you don’t, you actually feel proud that you managed to hurt him. Besides Aegon doesn’t seem at all affected, he notices the blood and begins to chuckle before he walks away.

You scoff and roll your eyes, catching the guards failing to hold Jacaerys back now.

“…Though it seems my nephews aren’t so proud of there’s!” You now hear Aemond exclaim as strides back to Jacaerys.

You turn completely to face the scene, but before you can even think of getting in between them, your mothers hand falls on your wrist, stopping you.

“Wait! Wait!” Daemon interjects and strides over nonchalantly between both young men, having the both of them stop in their attempts to continue fighting. He then proceeds to face Jacaerys, and walks him back without the need to say anything.

“Go to your quarters,” your mother orders your brothers and cousins behind you. “All of you. Now.”

You glance over your shoulder and watch them all leave. When they’re gone you focus back on Aemond, seeing him hold Daemon’s glare in silence.

You tighten your hold around your mothers and watch them both carefully, readying yourself in case either snapped, but Aemond then hums and walks away, bringing the entire supper to a tragic end.

“If you still wish to accompany us to Dragonstone, my Sweet,” your mother interjects. “Pack what you need, we’re leaving.”

You watch Aemond leave out the hall before you face your mother and nod in comprehension. “I will. I’ll see you in a bit then?”

She nods, letting you let her go and leave the hall after Aemond. Yet you don’t pick up your pace to catch up to him, you stay in your own pace behind him, trying to calm yourself down before walking in your shared quarters. But ultimately failing when you are in the privacy of your chambers.

You don’t speak to another right away though. You let a tension fill the room since Vanessa walks in only a few minutes later.

“Pack for a week's worth,” you let her know as you walk to your closet. “We won’t stay long. And after that please, put Wolf in his crate, we'll take him too. And then take Aerion, we’ll ride with my mother and…dare I say it…my step-father.” You sigh deeply.

“Right away, Princess,” Vanessa says and walks up behind you to take the gowns you were picking out from your hands. “Should I pack riding outfits?”

“Hm.” You step back and briefly glance at her. “Yes, just two.”

Vanessa nods, but she then stops what she’s doing and meets your gaze. “I can do it. I know you well, I won’t be long.”

You share a soft laugh before you let her do her job. Yet now you return to the tension, but! He never looks bothered by any of it! You can be upset at one another and he always looks nonchalant and it irks you! You want him to be mad at you, you want him to react, not just sit there and brood in front of the fire.

“Whatever it is you want to say,” Aemond suddenly makes you jump. “Say it. You’ll bleed if you bite your tongue any harder.”

You clasp your hands together and slowly begin to just fiddle with your hands as you begin pacing with your mouth shut. Vanessa is still here, and you don’t want to have an audience.

“Unless you want to leave upset,” he adds and keeps looking at the fire.

When you don’t respond, he presses and finally peers back at you. “Hm?”

You stop your pacing behind him and let out a frustrated breath, but don’t start just yet, you wait. Only until Vanessa is out and no longer in the hall you start and give him what he wants.

“Why did you do it?” You mutter out.

Aemond remains as he is as he answers. “I didn’t do anything, I gave a toast, your brother—”

“No,” you cut him off and storm around him to stand in front of him so he can see your anger. “No don’t…bullshit me Aemond. Seven hells, you antagonized them.”

Aemond finally meets your gaze, and you deepen your scowl.

“He hit me first,” he spats but in a very collected manner. “Or are you choosing not to see that?”

You shake your head. “I’m not siding with either of you. It was stupid that he hit you, and it was stupid of you to provoke him.”

Aemond blinks in surprise and finally chooses to slowly stand to his given his height as if trying to intimidate you, but you aren’t at all affected.

“I try to be understanding, I always have,” you continue to argue and step back as he steps forward. “I never try to take sides or try to tell you how to feel, but when you provoke them I can’t help but get mad at you. I told you to wait it out, just for dinner, but…” you sigh and shake your head. “You can’t even do that.”

“He hit me first, what did you want me to do?” He argues and takes a step towards you again, this time you stay put, this time you’re the one nonchalant. And finally you get a reaction you want. Your calm demeanor pisses him off, you can tell by the way he clenches his jaw, flares his nose and curls his thin lips.

“You hit Aegon, do you see me remarking on that?” He spats.

You scoff. “I don’t give a shit about Aegon. Your brother is a bad guy, he deserved it.”

“Did I?” He cuts in bluntly.

“No,” you quickly assure him. “No. But I wanted you to just listen. To me. I told you to sit through it. I didn’t say get over it, but you started it.” You swallow thickly and turn away to avoid shedding angry tears. “If you have so much hatred for my brothers…then how can you honestly love me?” You ask completely vulnerable.

“You aren’t the same as them,” he assures you as he grabs your shoulders.

You want to say it, say what he’s thinking. A bastard, but you can’t, so you bite your tongue and watch the flames.

“You never have been,” Aemond continues. “You’ve never been cruel to me, not when we were kids. You never laughed at me because of what I lacked. Even when I lost my eye and people looked at me with disgust, you never scrunched your nose. As we got older you still pick me.”

…well…

“That’s why I love you,” he says and turns you around before he lifts your head with his knuckle. “Forgive me for upsetting you. I won’t apologize for what I did, I would be lying if I did.”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“But,” he adds and cups your face. “I am sorry for upsetting you.”

You hum and glance at his lips after those words left his mouth.

“Say you forgive me. I don’t want to leave things like this.”

You draw in a deep breath and touch his chest. “Just,” you breathe out. “Please stop provoking them. Stop with the snide comments. It’s okay to still be upset, I…could never understand what you feel, I could never ask you to forgive him, them. But please for me…for Aerion, just leave them alone. You are better than that, Aemond. I know it. You have a good heart, you always have.”

Aemond’s gaze softens and he immediately presses his forehead against yours, letting you then cup his cheeks and slide your hands to the back of his head.

“I’m sorry too,” you add. “I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you.”

Aemond shakes his head and assures you softly. “There’s no need for apologies, not from you.”

You flash him a gri, and then gently press your lips against his. He doesn’t kiss you back right away, he savors the taste of your kiss and when you’re about to pull back he pulls you back in.

The kiss is slow and gentle, neither of you try to rush anything, you let your affection for each other control you. All you know is that you were going to be late meeting your mother and the rest.

“I…” you say between the slow kisses. “I’m not bleeding. It was a false alarm. We can do this. I want you, so I can remember how you felt when I’m alone.”

Aemond chuckles softly and meets your gaze with a smirk. “I wouldn't have cared if you were.”

You mirror his gesture and before long those slow and sweet kisses turn rougher. Neither of you take long to rip each others clothes off your bodies, you don’t prolong what you both want and don’t bother to go to bed. You start on the couch he was sitting on before and end up finishing on the ground in front of the fire with you on top of him.

“I will never get tired of this,” you murmur as you caress his chest and lose your gaze on the ground. “This is better than flying.”

Aemond chuckles. “I have to admit it is.”

You smile and press a kiss on his chest before you slide your chin to the side, and rest it on his chest so you can look him in the eye. “Once we move to Dragonstone, you will get tired of me.”

Aemond scoffs. “I never could. Never.”

You offer him a soft smile before you sit up and grab his shoulders. “That’s right! My present!” You giggle and then slide off him to run to the chest in your room. Aemond sits up and watches your naked body with a smirk and a craving for more.

“Since we did get married so suddenly I couldn’t have this made before, but…” you trail off to pull out a long sheathed weapon. “…I do have it now. That’s what counts.” You turn around and show off the sheathed sword. “This is for you my love.” You rush back to him, but he meets you halfway so you wouldn't have to carry it all the way to him. “I do hope you like it. And any adjustments you may need, let the smith know.”

Aemond takes the sheathed weapon from you with hesitance as if he doesn’t believe you’re being honest.

“Come on,” you encourage him. “Open it.”

Aemond takes a moment and looks at you first with awe before he unwraps the pommel first, showing off a dragon's head that is shaped like Vhagar.

You can’t contain your excitement and point at the gems where the eyes are meant to be. “Tiny green emeralds for the eyes because your dragon is green,” you grin and shake his arm. “Go on, reveal the blade!”

Aemond drops his gaze and can’t hide his grin as he unsheathes the long blade that glimmered brightly against the fires light.

“Now,” you add as you wrap your arms around his neck to admire the silver blade mixed with the dark metal that is Valyrian steel. “I know it isn't fully Valyrian Steel, but…I used my chain necklace to mix some in. Now you’ll always carry a bit of me with you, even when we’re apart.” You look at him and admire him tracing the dark metal elegantly swirled in the blade with his finger.

“Do you like it?” You whisper.

Aemond lifts his gaze and then proceeds to put the sword down before turning around to face you with a sweet and soft smile that he only let you see. He looks at you with so much love that you can’t help but fall in love.

“I love it,” he says before he kisses you. Yet it doesn’t last long because he pulls back and whispers against your lips. “I love you.”

You smile softly with awe and don’t hesitate to repeat those words that once tasted bitter when you spoke them to him. “I love you too. Now and forever.” You mean your words of affection. Truly.

“Now and forever,” he repeats.

With one more kiss from his lips you then quickly dress yourself and fix what was messed up. Before leaving to meet with your mother to leave King's Landing, you have Aerion brought it in. “Now my sweet boy,” you tell him. “Say goodbye to your father.”

Aerion eyes fill with tears and his pout trembles.

“You’ll sleep again soon enough,” Aemond assures the cranky baby. “I’ll see you in a week's time.” He presses a kiss on Aerion’s head of curls, and caresses his head one more time before he gives you attention. “Send a Raven if anything happens. I’ll write to you later.”

You nod and steal one more kiss, you linger in each other's taste before you pull away and force yourself to leave before you change your mind and stay with Aemond.

Once you finally meet up with your family to leave, Jacaerys groans. “What took you so long?” He complains.

You shoot him a glare and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it.” Since your mother is already waiting in the carriage you quickly climb in with Aerion and apologize to her only once you’re sat down. You completely ignore Daemon.

“Sorry,” you breathe out. “We can leave now.”

The carriage door closes behind Lucerys and both of your brothers squeeze in with you….Even if there’s more space in this moving carriage beside your mother, or quite literally on the same bench.

“Come on little prince,” Jacaerys says and reaches over to take Aerion from you.

Aerion albeit frowns at him and looks away from him.

“Oh, I see,” Jacaerys comments and hits his hands on his thighs. “He takes after his father then.”

You scoff and shake your head. “No,” you counter quickly and smile at your baby boy. “He just got woken up from his slumber. He’s just cranky. Aren’t you? But after he gets his sleep then he’ll let you carry him.” You lift Aerion up to get him comfortable, but before you can cradle him in your arms, your mother interjects.

“Give him here, I can put him to sleep.”

“Okay,” you whisper happily and hand her Aerion.

You expect him to cry or try to reach out for you, but his eyes just water for a moment before he exhales deeply and gets comfortable in your mother's arms.

“He just didn’t like you,” Lucerys teases Jacaerys. “It’s a you thing.”

You snicker and both Lucerys and you nudge him.

“Sure,” Jacaerys grumbles and rolls his eyes. “Anyway!” He hits his thighs. “Let’s change the subject to what I heard happen tonight.”

They heard Aemond and you making love?

Couldn’t be, they're not on the same floor—seven hells. Your balcony door was open though….

“I heard you punched Aegon.”

Oh, oh! Good. That was scary for a moment.

“Yes she did,” Lucerys cuts in with excitement. “That ring of hers cut him.”

You begin to smirk. “He deserved it,” you say smugly. “But I can’t brag…he’s a weak fighter. You can even take him,” you playfully jab at Jacaerys.

Your brother shoots you a pointed look, and Lucerys snickers.

“How did you learn to hit like that?” Daemon interrupts, causing your amusement to flicker with annoyance and distaste—“the swing seemed practiced.”

“From lurking in the shadows like a creep,” Jacaerys blurts to try and get back at you.

You just roll your eyes and push him away. You didn’t want to answer, but your mother was here, she also awaited your answer with Aerion falling asleep in her arms, so as to not upset her, you spare one glance at Daemon and reply.

“I learned when I was young…Since I’m a Princess I wasn’t allowed to train like the boys, so,” you sigh and smirk at him. “I watched everything they did and taught myself to do it better.”

A proud smile tugs on your mothers lips, and even if you don’t want to notice, a smirk flashes on Daemon’s lips.

“Besides,” you add and grin brightly. “Ser Harwin always said that nothing is more powerful than a strong right hook. He taught me how to throw a punch.”

“We’ll see how good you are with a sword,” Jacaerys taunts you, pulling your attention to him.

“Yeah,” you give in to his offer smugly. “We’ll see.”

——

*A DAY LATER. DRAGONSTONE*

Everyday at King’s Landing can never measure up to this very moment with your family. You’ve missed it, all of the chaos, the comfortable atmosphere, even if you have your differences with Daemon, his presence doesn’t bother you as much—you don’t let it bother you as much anyway.

At King’s Landing with Aemond’s family it’s always so awkward, they’re never together as one. They spend breakfasts apart, dinners are hardly eaten together and there’s always some kind of uncomfortable tension. It’s why you just spend time alone with Aemond and Aerion, being with the Queen, her father and the other kids is awkward. Besides, no one at King’s Landing besides Vanessa knows how to style your hair.

“Higher. Raise your blade higher!” Jacaerys scolds Lucerys.

“Mother,” you break your silence and look away from your brothers sparring to mindlessly watch the sand.

She hums in response, letting you continue.

“In our family history…” you pause and blink to glance over at Rhaena playing with Aerion. “Has there ever been Targaryen’s who may be…immune to fire?”

There has to be an answer for the stuff you’ve noticed. A small mention in your history books.

“Hm, not that I can recall,” she responds and reaches down to pick up a golden cuff from your palm to put it on your hair. “We are known to tolerate heat more than an average person can, but no, there hasn’t been any fire immune Targaryen’s recorded. If there had been we would have known, right?”

Nothing but more questions.

“That’s right,” you agree softly and return your gaze to your brothers.

“Why?” She asks and leans closer to you. “Any particular reason?”

You debate telling her what you have been discovering lately, but…you can’t tell her what you aren’t sure of yet. What if you’re just crazy? Or perhaps have a higher tolerance than anyone that has come before you. You need to learn more before you can tell her or anyone else.

“Just curious,” you simply avoid the truth.

Your mother huffs softly and reaches down to grab the last golden cuff from your palm. “You may want to ask Daemon about questions like those, he knows a lot more than I do. He spends a lot of time reading about our history.”

She’s attempting to try and have her husband and you bond again. She started the moment you climbed on the ship to come here.

You hum even if you know you won’t attempt shit, you just need her to be assured.

“Princess Y/N,” the maester interjects, pulling the attention of all four of you seated on the sand. “A raven came to you from King’s Landing.”

You immediately smile knowing who it’s from and quickly push yourself to your feet to gently take it from his hand. “Thank you, Maester.” You turn away from him and sit back down to read what Aemond wrote.

“Y/N, love, I write to you urgently to command you to return home at once.

Aemond.”

“Oh,” Baela says teasingly. “A raven from your beloved. What does he say?”

You blink repeatedly in confusion, finding his urgency concerning. Yet you don’t feel rushed to return home to him. You just arrived at Dragonstone. Besides, what if he’s just being difficult because of his indifferences with your family? Pft. He can wait.

“He just misses me,” you say with a smile and roll the scroll back to tuck in the bracelet cuff around your bicep. “He can stay missing me for a week.”

Baela snickers.

“I'm glad you can bring out something in him,” your mother interjects. “Gods know how much Alicent poisons them.”

You mindlessly begin to fiddle with your ring around your finger. “You really think so?” You ask.

“Yes, I saw it, the way he looked at you. The eyes never lie.”

The corner of your lips tug to a soft flattered smile.

“You!” Jacaerys exclaims.

You lift your gaze and see he’s now suddenly pointing at you.

“Come spar against me,” he continues and lowers his arm. “You keep saying you’re good, but I have yet to see it. Your words mean nothing unless you show us.”

You share an amused look with Baela before you shrug nonchalantly. “I’m not so sure now. I wouldn’t want to hurt your ego in front of your betrothed. Just…believe me and leave it at that, dear brother.” You cross your leg over there and lean back on your hands.

“Then you’re not good,” he counters smugly. “Challenge me now, show me you are this great swordsman and I will shut up about it. Or don’t and I will annoy you forever.”

You scoff and quip, “you already do annoy me. But,” you sigh and sit up. “Fine, only so you’ll shut up about it.” As you pass by Lucerys you motion him to give you his sparring sword.

“You won’t change?” Jacaerys points to your gown.

You shake your head. “Don’t need to. I can beat you with it on.” You shoot him a smirk and stride to stand across from him on the sand. “I won’t go easy just so you know. I will play by your training rules though just so you won’t get hurt.”

“As if,” he grumbles while he fixes his grip around his blade.

You roll your shoulders back and shift your feet the way Aemond stands, you then narrow your gaze on your brother and wait for his first move.

Thankfully, he grows impatient right away so he comes charging at you first. When he gets close he swings at your neck, but you duck and then spin around him quickly.

Jacaerys catches your move and tries to move to face you, but you then claw your hand on his shoulder and use your other hand to grip his arm to shove him down.

Rather than staying down, Jacaerys quickly pushes himself up and thrusts his sword at your side, but you quickly block him and then use your leg to kick him back. You then shoot him a smug grin and wait again.

When he comes at you now, he swings down but you avert his blade by turning to the side. That makes him mad albeit so he uses his anger to keep swinging, but you just keep swerving his swings.

“Fight back,” he growls.

You click your tongue. “Fight better,” you counter and do as he says this time, you charge at him and swing swing up. Jacaerys brings his sword to block you, but you trick him and end up spinning around him, managing to hit his arm harsly with your blade before you face his back.

Your brother hisses and grabs his arm. This time you don’t let him move, you kick him down to the sand, and proceed to stride over to him to flip him around and point your sword at his throat.

“What do I win?” You ask cockily.

Jacaerys huffs out in annoyance and throws his sword aside, letting you do the same and offer him your hand.

“Come on, get up,” you say.

Your brother sighs deeply, he seems to hesitate, but he ends up taking your hand and lets you help him back to his feet.

“You did good,” you compliment in a less teasing manner. “A lot better than six years ago that’s for sure.”

Jacaerys snatches his hand away from yours and glances behind you, you follow his line of gaze and catch Daemon is now watching, but you ignore him and notice your mothers smile as she holds Aerion now.

“You…did good too,” Jacaerys redirects quietly.

You giggle and shove past him to pick up the sword from the ground.

“You did good, Princess,” Daemon interjects, causing your smile to fade. “But you can do better.”

His footsteps hit the sandy surface, they approach you. When he stops near you his shadow cast over you, and your anger breaks out of that little box you wanted to contain it in for the purpose of this trip to go well.

“I don’t need your help,” you snap at him and don’t fret to meet his gaze with a burning glare.

You would have snapped at him, call him a murderer, but you don’t have evidence and you still don’t want to ruin this trip, so you just clench your jaw and stab the sword in the sand before you shove past him and stomp over to your son.

“Y/N,” your mother tries to talk to you, but you just gently take Aerion from her since your anger is not at her.

“Come on baby, let’s get you inside,” you whisper to your baby boy and then storm away.

“Y/N,” your mother calls out for you desperately, but you ignore her. And instead of going inside like you said, you take a detour to the hill by the castle when you catch Astraea resting.

“<Hello, girl,>” you greet the dragon as you press your forehead against her jaw.

Astraea growls softly and leans against you, making you smile softly.

“Do you want to feel her?” You ask Aerion, and then grab his little hand to press it against Astrea’s purple scales.

Aerion grins brightly and kicks his feet, he tries to laugh, but he can’t do so just yet so he just gapes like a fish.

“<Goodgirl.>” You assure your dragon in High Valyrian.

Footsteps then approach and you instantly feel your joy begin to fade. Albeit when you check who’s approaching you’re relieved to see it’s just your brothers.

“I won’t apologize,” you mutter, knowing that your mother probably sent them to address your snap. “I just need time.” You say as you turn to drag yourself down to the ground beside your dragon's head.

“We aren’t here you tell you to apologize,” Jacaerys interjects as both him and Lucerys slow down to a stop before you and Aerion. “Nor do I think Daemon cares if you do.”

You turn Aerion around so he can face you, and begin making faces at him so he can smile.

“We've come to tell you that we understand,” Lucerys adds, “your anger and distance.”

You keep a lighthearted expression for Aerion’s sake, but your voice tells your anger and sadness. “How can you do it? Look at him in the eye everyday after what he did?” You can’t help but ask.

They’re old now, they grasp things better, they understand a lot more than before, they must suspect what you do.

“What did he do?” Lucerys asks innocently.

Yet you don’t hold back for his sake. “Kill father to marry mother.”

“Your father,” Jacaerys deadpans. “Laenor was only your father.”

You snap your head to the side and look at him with a narrowed gaze. “Does that matter? He still raised you, he was still there and Daemon took him away. So how can you do it? Because I can’t…look him in the eye without thinking of father, without wanting to kill him.”

Jacaerys and Lucerys share a brief look before they sit with you. They remain silent for a while, most likely trying to find what to say to try and ease the pain you express to them for the first time.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about that,” Jacaerys says softly. “I don’t trust Daemon, but there’s nothing we can do about theories y/n. We have no evidence, and he…makes mother happy.”

You sigh deeply, and look down at Aerion watching you. “I know,” you whisper and look up at the sky to avoid crying. “I just have to suck it up. But…you don’t think I’m mad for holding that against him right?” You look at both of your brothers and wait.

Lucerys meets your gaze and slowly shakes his head. “No, we—I understand why you’re angry, and it’s okay. You can be mad at him all you want.”

You hold his gaze before you share a soft admiring grin. “You've really grown up huh?”

Lucerys scoffs softly. “It’s been six years.”

You nod slowly in comprehension and glance down at Aerion with a soft smile before you glance at your brothers. “Thank you for coming up to talk to me.”

Lucerys offers you a soft smile, and Jacaerys averts his gaze and interjects. “We stand with you, sister. We need you to know that.” He slowly lowers his gaze and locks his eyes on you. “On this matter, and all the others you may face.”

Lucerys nods in agreement, making your eyes fill with happy tears. “Thank you,” you mewl.

“Don’t cry,” Jacaerys mumbles uncomfortably.

You laugh and shake your head. “I won’t.” You wipe away a stray tear and hide your face by looking down at Aerion putting a strand of your hair in his mouth. “Just let me enjoy this moment.”

At least now you know you don’t stand alone in the anger against Daemon.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

The difference between Jacaerys and Lucerys fighting style is that Lucerys is a bit too gentle, too slow, and Jacaerys is too angry and doesn’t try to be tactical. Jacaerys puts up a fight unlike Lucerys, who leaves himself too open.

It’s why you find a way to shove his dominant hand before you raise your leg and kick him back on the sand.

“Lucerys,” you breathe out slowly.

Said boy groans and manages to hastily push himself up. “I know,” he grumbles in disappointment.

You walk over to him and grab his arm to help him to his feet. “You left yourself too open,” you point out his mistakes you caught. “Don’t think too much about it either, or else your enemy will get you a lot faster.”

Lucerys nods in comprehension.

You offer him a small smile and pat his shoulder. “You did better this time though.” You assure him and walk past him.

“You are speaking to him too gently,” Jacaerys scolds you as he takes your spot across Lucerys. “He won’t get any better that way.”

You shrug and spin around as you walk past him. “He won’t learn anything if you’re mean either,” you counter and plop yourself on the sand to watch Jacaerys spar against Lucerys now.

Once again Jacaerys is too aggressive, and Lucerys is too slow to catch up to his brother. It’s almost too hard to watch, you hate seeing Lucerys get hurt, but you watch for his sake so you can teach him his mistakes in ways Jacaerys is too impatient to do.

“What. Was. That?” Jacaerys spats as he shoves Lucerys to the ground.

“I'm sorry,” Lucerys grunts.

“You might go easier on him, my Prince,” an older Kingsguard knight interjects as he walks to your brothers. “So he can learn what you’re trying to teach.”

You hum in agreement.

“Your lady mother needs to see you!” The sound of your grandmother's voice carries out through the wind, stealing everyone’s attention. “The three of you!”

You had seen Meleys arrive not so long ago, but her armor isn’t something you expected her to be wearing. Should it be concerning?

“Is everything all right?” You ask your grandmother once you reach her under the cave.

Your grandmother Rhaenys, lets out a deep sigh and points to where the castle is. “Go she needs you.”

This does not help anything whatsoever.

“All—”

“Have you received any news from your husband?” She cuts you off.

You blink in confusion and answer quietly. “No. Just a raven to demand me back home…why?”

She simply holds your gaze and answers nonchalantly. “I’m sure your mother will explain. Now go, all three of you.”

You share a concerned look with your brothers before you do as she says and return to the castle. Once there you look out for anything suspicious, but Dragonstone is usually quiet, there’s nothing out of the ordinary.

That is not until you begin to approach your mothers chambers, because as soon as you get close you hear grunts and cries of pain echoing out. When you make it inside her room you instantly freeze as you notice she’s in a birthing gown, bathed in sweat, and grabbing onto her waist to ease what she can.

“Mother?” Jacaerys calls out because you can’t.

“Fuck,” your mother groans.

The babe isn’t meant to come out yet.

“Princess,” Maester Gerardys calls out to your mother distracted by her pain.

When she slowly turns to face your brothers, you climb down the stone stairs and approach Jacaerys side to fall under her gaze as well.

“Your grandsire, King Viserys, has passed,” she announces, making you gasp.

“V-Viserys?” Lucerys repeats in disbelief, whilst you try to progress the tragic news.

Is that why—Aemond knew didn't he? That’s why he wanted you home only a day after you left. He knew and he didn’t say.

“The Greens have repudiated the succession,” your mother adds what was beginning to come across your mind. “And claimed the Iron Throne.”

The maester leaves hastily, and more grief piles on you, making it hard to breathe properly.

“Aegon has been crowned King.”

That drunk, rapist with no sense of any kind of responsibility?

“What is to be done about it?” Jacaerys asks what ran through your mind.

“Nothing yet,” your mother says.

“Where is Daemon?”

“I don’t know,” your mothers voice quivers. “Gone to madness.” She shakes her head. “Gone to plot his war.”

“Leave daemon with me,” Jacaerys cuts in and turns on his heels to storm off, taking Lucerys with him. But you stay there frozen to your spot, trying to wrap your mind around your grandfather's death and Aemond’s betrayel.

“Jace,” your mother calls out. But he doesn’t stop—“Jacaerys!”

You blink and slowly look at the entrance and watch him stop and turn to face your mother.

“Whatever claim remains to me,” she says through her pain. “You are now its heir. Naught is to be done but by my command.”

Jacaerys nods stiffly and lingers there for a few more seconds before he walks to do as he had thrown out moments go, and you….you look back at your mother and feel your heart sink.

Whatever grief and anger you feel over the news, you shove that aside for now and rush to her side. “I’m here,” you assure her as she begins grunting and crouching down. “I’m here.” You grab her arm and hook it around your neck. “We should try sitting down, or laying,” you suggest.

Your mother shakes her head and clutches onto your shoulder as another wave of pain hits her.

What could you do to ease her pain? What can you do to make her feel more comfortable at this very moment?

She cries and groans, she paces mindlessly trying to relieve herself of the pain, but the babe refuses to come out. You’ve been through the pain of birth now, you know how much it hurts to have someone come out of your own body. You’ve seen it once after Cregan’s late lady wife suffered through it for hours, but at this very moment, as your mother suffers through an early labor is still something you can’t comprehend, something you can’t find words for.

No matter how much you plead to let her ladies-in-waiting help her, she refuses, she refuses water, or letting you lay her down. All you can do is walk with her, hold her as she pushes, hear her as the pain seems to become worse. She even calls out for Daemon, probably so he can comfort her, or so she can give him orders, but he never comes.

Not like that surprises you. Not because of how you think he might be, but because he is a man. Men aren’t usually a part of labor, Cregan wasn’t there for his wife, Aemond only came to you after you asked for him; you were so afraid you were going to die and your mother didn’t catch you in labor like she wanted to, so all you wanted then was Aemond.

You can’t lie and say Cregan didn’t come to mind, he always had a way to comfort you with so much ease. He didn’t struggle like Aemond did, but you never let his name slip when you were on your birthing bed. And when Aemond was there you were grateful that he was and that he found it in himself to try as best as he could.

So maybe that’s all you can do now too, try your best for your mother.

You rub her back, and move her hair behind her shoulder so it isn’t bothering her. You let her squeeze your hand as hard she wants, and never let her go. There comes a point through her painful pushing that she finally lets you drag her down to the ground, but you can hear her cries are full of much more heightened pain, and the blood that stained the bottom half of her body became much more.

“Princess let us help you,” her handmaiden, Elinda asks. But your mother doesn’t even pay them any attention.

“Get out!” She bellows as she lifts up her gown. “Get out!”

“Princess please.”

You slide your mothers arm off your body and crawl forward to help her, but she pushes away from you.

“Mother,” you beg between tears you try your hardest to fight away.

“Let us help you,” Elinda continues to press.

Your mother reaches out for your hand, and you quickly return to her side and let her clutch onto you as she screams out louder while she pushes out harder.

Now, however, with this push blood pours out from her, surrounding your feet and staining the sheer white gown you put over your black training jumpsuit. You want to help her pull the babe out, but she refuses your help and pulls out the baby herself with a long and painful cry.

The moment the baby girl comes out, that pain that riddled her body seems to ease, but the grief that hits her upon seeing the babe is probably worse than her pain.

The babe is so small, her bones are clearly prominent against her skin. There’s bumps you can’t identify poking out of her head, her skin is…scaly, unlike anything you’ve seen on a human child. It looked like a dragons skin. Yet throughout all that observation, you still search for a sign of life, you wait to see your baby sister's chest move…but her eyes never open, and a cry never fills the room.

It’s so deafeningly quiet now, your mother doesn’t cry anymore and the handmaidens don’t plead to help. And the baby, little Visenya is so still, so incredibly still.

There’s nothing you can do now but be there and cradle your mother as she cradles Visenya’s body.

You don’t say anything, quiet tears stream out of your eyes; tears brought by your own grandfather's death, by the betrayal jabbing your heart, and by your sister's death before she could even take her own breath. You press a gentle kiss on the side of your mothers head and let her press her head against yours as she sits there.

Who knows how much time passed before you moved, but even then your mind is moving too fast to grasp anything at all. It feels like you’re outside of your body just watching it move throughout the castle halls.

And funny enough, the only person you want to comfort you is Aemond; the man who helped his brother usurp your mothers throne. You want him with you, hugging you and telling you that it will all be fine, you want him with you. Flying home even crosses your mind, you want to run into his arms and let him hold you, you want to breathe in his charming scent. Tell him that you’re not really mad at him for what Aegon did, you know the influence his mother holds, that poisoned him at a young age.

You don’t blame him for Aegon’s coronation, you’re just upset that he didn’t say anything. You wouldn't side with the Greens, not only because Aegon makes a terrible ruler, but because your mother is the true heir, your grandfather deemed it that way, he never declared otherwise, his word is law and they broke it.

So much for following the rules.

Alas, Aemond can’t be here, and you can’t leave. Your mother needs you, and…if it’s a war that will break out then you will fight for the right side.

So after a short bath and a change of clothes, you and your three brothers walk out and join your mother and Daemon for the funeral on a stoney hill. Other people stand behind your mother and Daemon too; the other residents who live here, a couple of workers, your cousins of course, and your grandmother stands behind the crowd watching the pyre burn.

The moment is quiet, deafening so. You can even hear the flames from where you stand. The only noise that breaks through the grieving silence is the sound of swords unsheathing as a knight of the Kingsguard, not a part of the three that were already here walks up the hill.

“I mean no harm, brothers,” the man announces before he takes his helmet off.

Since you stand to the side it’s hard to identify who he is, but before curiosity can kill you, you step forward.

That’s when you see that it’s one of the twins, Ser Eryyk. He kneels before your mother and takes out…your grandfather's golden crown from his satchel.

“I swore to ward the Queen,” he doesn’t wait to interject loudly and with confidence. “With all my strength, and give my blood for hers….”

You gasp softly in disbelief, but you can’t help your small proud smile from forming on your face.

It’s good that someone wasn’t afraid to break away from the man who calls himself King, that someone is loyal to your mother; the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

“I shall take no wife,” Ser Eryyk continues to say his oath. “Hold no lands…father no children. I shall guard her secrets…obey her commands, ride at her side and defend her name and honor.”

You look to your mother and watch Daemon approach her with the crown. You watch with pride and glee as he sits the golden crown over her head before he kneels before her.

She seems a bit in shock that she’s getting crowned, but when it seems to pass you catch her eyes lift to the crowd as they kneel before her and declare their loyalty. Her eyes then slide to where you and your brothers are, and they proceed to bend the knee too. When her eyes then lock with yours, you shoot her a small proud smile before you lift your skirt and bend the knee before your Queen; you make your choice between sides clear now at this very moment to her and everyone else.

She is your Queen from now and until the end.

——

*LATER*

As mad as you want to be with Aemond, you can’t hold anything against him. He is not King, he probably helped his brother climb those steps, he is loyal to his family as you are to yours, but he holds little respect for Aegon. So if the war were to end now at this very moment you'd go back to as you were, you wouldn't care if he picked his side against you…

Yet….what you’d give to leave it all now at this very moment, escape all this chaos, this grief and only come back when it’s all finished.

Escaping your problems isn’t ideal, it’s better to face them head on, but wouldn’t it be marvelous to leave with that ship you're watching sailing away.

“I wonder where it’s going,” you murmur to Aerion cradled in your arms. “I saw them take in hundreds of boxes.”

Aerion takes a long blink before he rubs his eyes and yawns.

You smile softly and carsss his little cheek, “fine, fine,” you whisper. “I’ll let you sleep. Sorry.”

Aerion snuggles against you, letting you gently rock him and sing him a quiet lullaby in High Valyrian. As usual he falls asleep quickly with the sound of the lullaby’s gentle tune—Your mother used to sing it to your brothers, and to you too, but you don’t recall.

Now that Aerion is asleep though you’re left alone watching the ship become smaller and smaller as it keeps sailing into the never ending sky.

“Naath,” a husky voice startles you and forces you to stop singing. “The ship is going to Naath.”

Seven hells!

You slowly look back and just see the same lurker, the Queensguard Knight your mother assigned as your sworn protector in case team green dared to come and take you and Aerion.

“You asked—well, uh, you wondered out loud, and I didn’t want to leave you wondering…” he trails off and clears his throat. “Sorry…forgive me, Princess.” He lowers his blue eyes to the sand and steps back.

You don’t know whether to find his interruption annoying, or his stammering amusing; in all your life around Kingsguard, you’ve never met a knight get tongue tied like he did, or grow a tint of red like he does. It’s honestly a bit…cute—well he’s the exception.

Who would’ve guessed such a buff man can blush.

“What are they exporting?” You ask and decide not to let his interruption bother you. Not when you have more questions. “Do you know?”

Ser Jason Waters, the appointed Knight, slowly lifts his gaze and blinks in surprise, but he exhales slowly and then looks at the horizon. “I don’t know what they export from Dragonstone, but I do know that those fine sailors bring back silk. Like the one you wear—Not that I know you wear silk, I just assume because you’re a, you know, a princess...”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief, but you can’t help your amused smile from tugging on your lips. “I’ve heard of Naath,” you interject and look back at the ship, but it’s not over the water anymore, it’s gone from your eyesight.

It feels like your chance to leave left with it too.

“It’s the most terrifyingly beautiful place to exist.” You grin softly.

“Oh, yes,” he says and snaps your gaze back to him with flickering curiosity. “The waters are the deepest blue, shimmering when the sun hits it, which is all day. Every corner of the island is a lucious green. And the people…they’re just as beautiful.”

You twist around and face him. “You’ve been?” You ask and feel your curiosity grow, like a burning flame getting sparked to life.

Ser Jason shakes his head. “Passed by it, but we didn’t step off. We,” he chuckles softly. “We were too afraid to catch the butterfly fever.”

You hum softly and hold his twinkling blue eyes, noticing now for the first time that he wears a large thin scar right across his face; from the corner of his forehead and all the way across to the corner of his jawline, it adds to his exterior intimidation.

Now that he’s spoken to you he isn’t as intimidating though, a bit awkward, but not so intimidating.

“Why?” You ask softly. “I mean why did you travel so far and end up back here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Ser Jason exhales deeply. “I left because I felt trapped,” he reveals, stealing every single ounce of your attention and the breath in your very lungs.

“By my poverty, by my work I hated, by the people that I hated even more. Everyday felt the same since I was a boy, so…after my mother passed I left. She wanted to know the world you see...” he pauses and his eyes begin to gleam with tears.

“So in her honor, to escape my prison, I left with the man who had watched out for me my whole life,” he continues and sniffles, but doesn’t let those tears shed. “We saw what we could of the world…and I ended back at Westeros because…” he scoffs and looks at the ground. “I heard my father was here too, he was on a long trip before, so I was curious to know who the man was.”

You hum softly and grow even more curious, but you don’t press that far, instead you ask a simple question. “Disappointed or…” you trail off and let him answer, but he looks at you and waits for you to finish. He doesn’t understand.

“Were you disappointed by who your father turned out to be, or surprised?” You explain with a small teasing smile.

“Oh,” he mouths and then responds to the wind. “I wasn’t disappointed, I couldn’t be because my mother worked in the Street of Silk. But I was sort of taken back…he’s a man with a lot of power, you see,” he shares and glances at the castle in the distance before he leans towards you as if he didn’t want someone else to hear. “A terrifying man with a terrifying name. I knew who he was before because my mother told me, but he didn’t scare me until I saw him face to face.”

You hum in comprehension, and even if you’re curious as to know who this terrifying man is, you don’t think it’s your place to ask such a personal question. You leave your mind to imagine who this powerful Lord might be.

Maybe one of the Lannister twins? Lord Jason Lannister? The knight's name is Jason too.

No, this man’s hair isn’t so blond, it’s lighter, it seems almost white under the light. Hm.

There’s too many possibilities to guess right.

“Tell me Ser what else have you seen?” You ask and change the subject back to his travels so you wouldn't dare ask who the mystery lord was. Because you would and he’d have no choice but to answer.

Ser Jason smiles rather than looking annoyed by your question. “Vaes Dothrak, well, I was forced to go there after a group of them raided a town we were staying at. That’s how I got this,” he points to his scar. “A Dothraki Screamer struck me across the face with his blade, caused me to black out and took me to Vaes Dothrak. It’s beautiful, the people are a bit frightening,” he admits, “but their culture is unique and interesting.”

You look at him with a wide-eyed wonder and hang onto every word. Once again after a long time of being at peace, as you hear his stories of his grand adventures, you feel like the girl wanting more out of life. Your dreams seem to flicker back to life as the burning curiosity grows.

“I’ve been to the Summer Isles and that’s where I got this…” he trails off and pulls out something from a pocket that you can’t see because he hides it in his fist.

“The rarest pearl in this world,” he adds, and breaks away from his spot to approach you and show off an orange-peach colored pearl you have never seen in your life until now.

“You know why?” He asks as he lifts his gaze off the pearl, and watches you admiring the pearl in his hand.

“No,” you whisper in awe to the precious stone. “Why?” You ask enthusiastically.

Ser Jason turns the pearl in his fingers and responds in his husky voice. “A Melo pearl, or also known as the Dragon pearl is rare because unlike the other pearls grown in mussels or snails, the snail that made this took decades to grow it to this size. Here.” He points to the pearl.

You carefully slide one hand away from Aerion and gently take the pearl from Ser Jason’s hold. “How did you find it?” You ask as you feel the soft stone in your fingers, and watch as the pearl gleams as if it has burning flames trapped under its glazed surface.

“Killed a man for it.”

You find nothing wrong with his answer, but he quickly laughs and shakes his head.

“No, no, I didn't kill anyone, I,” he laughs nervously, “I found it on the beach.”

You lift your gaze and meet his with a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” You push the pearl back to him, but he pushes your hand back to you.

“Keep it, Princess,” he says.

Your smile slowly fades and you quickly shake your head. “I cannot. It’s your treasure,” you argue and shove it back to him.

Albeit Ser Jason is stubborn and pushes your hand back to you. “Keep it, please. Consider a gift for uh, well—you’re the first person to ask about my travels who actually seems interested. Besides, you'll have more use for it than me.”

You hesitate to do as he says; but you’ll be here all day if you don’t, or you’ll get mad because of his refusal, either or.

“Well the world is truly a mystery to me,” you interject as you secure the pearl in your hand. “You’d think a princess with a dragon would be able to see the marvels this world holds, but…” you scoff and glance at Aerion sleeping away. “I’m more of a prisoner…”

There it is again, that feeling that plagued you once before. The gold bars that once surrounded you are closing down on you again.

“That’s why I am glad I’m a man and a bastard.” He says a bit smugly, but he seems to catch what came out of his mouth and quickly looks terrified by what he said. “Not to discredit what you—”

You laugh softly, catching him off guard. “No, I understand completely. When I was young I wished to be a boy so I could train with my brothers and get what they did, but now I’m grateful to be a woman.” You smile at him.

Ser Jason tilts his head and his fearful gaze turns soft and curious. “Why so?” He probes curisoly, getting you excited that he expresses such excitement.

“Well—”

“Y/N!” The sound of your name called out cuts you off and forces you to look away from the knight who has gotten too close to you.

And just your damn luck, it’s Jacaerys. He’s always been way too overprotective. Like if he’s not your younger brother.

“The meeting is going to take place soon!” He shouts out so as to not walk all the way to you.

You sigh and nod, his gaze drifts to the knight and you see his gaze narrow. Ser Jason knew his stand so as soon he heard your brother, he had stepped back, but it was far too late Jacaerys had caught his approximaty.

“Come on now!”

You roll your eyes and try to push yourself up, but you struggle considering you’re carrying your son in your arms. “Could you help me?” You ask the knight.

Ser Jason glances over at your brother first before he retakes those steps back to you and wraps his hands around your arms.

“You’ll have to tell me more about your travels soon,” you mutter to him while he pulls you to your feet without any sort of strain.

Rather than pulling away right away, Ser Jason meets your gaze as you both stand close to one another. “Whatever you say, Princess—”

“No,” you cut him off with a soft smirk. “As a…friend. Like we were now.”

Ser Jason lets out a deep breath and his lips tug to a small smile. “All right,” he assures you.

You flash him a grin and hold his gaze for a second longer, realizing now how handsome this man is, he has this sort of…alluring beauty to him that captivates you now as he stands so close with his hands still around your arms.

“Good,” you whisper and pull away to catch up to Jacaerys.

“What were you doing?” He spats at you right away without bothering to look back at the man that tows behind you like a shadow.

You shrug. “Brooding and talking to Ser Jason. Can I not do that?”

Jacaerys shakes his head. “No,” he deadpans. “You cannot.”

You roll your eyes and peer back at Ser Jason to shoot him an assuring look, and mouth. “Don’t worry about it.” You then wink.

“I'm surprised your husband isn’t knocking down the castle walls demanding your return,” Jacaerys inputs, turning your attention back to him.

“He’s smarter than that,” you actually praise him. “If he’s forced to, he'll wait for the right moment and take me by force, other than that he’ll keep pleading for my return, send demands, but he won’t come himself.”

“Well he can definitely try,” Jacaerys grumbles.

As much as you have love for your brother, he’d never beat Aemond in any way, but it’s the thought that counts.

Alas, when you make it inside you return Aerion to his chambers and have Ser Jason guard him just in case while you attend a meeting.

And much to your surprise you could attend it without being a cupbearer. Aegon’s court would never allow that.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Daemon announces while your mother enters the hall with four guards firmly around her. “First of Her Name. Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.”

You bow your head after he finishes, like everyone else in the room.

“Your Grace.” Daemon addresses her.

You lift your head and watch her approach the table shaped like Westeros map, but then quickly stop as Rhaena approaches her with a goblet.

“Wine, my Queen.”

You see your mother hesitate before she takes the goblet from Rhaena. “Thank you, Rhaena. Come,” she points to the table.

When she passes by Baela, she motions her over as well, letting her fall right by your side as you stand by your mothers when she reaches the table.

However when she does reach the table she stands in silence, you look over at her out of curiosity, thinking that maybe she’s taking in the markers on the map, but her gaze is taking in everyone around the table first before she finally breaks the silence.

“What is our standing?” She asks.

“We have a hundred crossbowmen, and 300 men-at-arms,” Daemon shares confidently. “Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest. Our army leaves a lot to be desired. I sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch. I’ll have some support there, but I cannot speak for numbers.”

He speaks with so much ease, it honestly makes you feel some sort of confidence even if your numbers aren’t impressive.

He’d never hear that from you though. Pft.

“We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton,” the Maester cuts in. “Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon.”

Not much.

“My lady mother was an Arryn,” your mother interjects as you watch Jacaerys place markers on your curtain allies. “The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin.”

“Riverrun was always a close friend to your fathers, Your Grace,” the Maester points out. “With Prince Daemon’s acquiescence, I already sent ravens to Lord Grover.”

Oh by Daemon’s acquiescence? Who gave him permission to do such matters? Your mother when she was in labor?

“Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed,” your mother argues, “he’ll need to be convinced of the strength of our position, and that we will support him should it come to war.”

You lift your gaze off the table and drag your eyes to Daemon, knowing her comment was directed at him.

“I’m going to treat with him myself,” Daemon says and keeps his gaze on your mother. When you glance back at her she holds his gaze as if challenging him, arguing over what he did while she was abed.

“What of Storm’s End and Winterfell?” Lord Darklyn asks, snapping your attention to him at the mere reminder of Cregan.

He’d never betray his oath, he’s a Stark, and he’s simply Cregan, he’s loyal, you can swear by that. And well he would also never go against you. Regardless of how things are between him and you currently.

“There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath,” Lord Bartimos defends Lord Stark. “And with House Stark, the North follows.”

You smirk faintly at the table and mindlessly begin to fiddle with the orange pearl you still have in your hand.

“Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his fathers promises,” your mother inputs, causing a knight to put a marker over Winterfell, while Jacaerys puts one down too.

“What news from Driftmark?” Your mother asks your grandmother, turning everyone’s attention to her.

“Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone.”

“To declare for his Queen,” Daemon assumes, boldly at that.

“The Velaryon fleet is my husbands yoke,” your grandmother counters. “He decides where they sail.”

You scoff smugly and pass a glare to Daemon before looking at the table.

“We shall pray for both you and your husband's support,” your mother says. “Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake’s return to good health. There is no port on the Narrow Sea that would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet.” She turns and drifts the subject away to a different point. “And our enemies?”

“We have no friends among the Lannisters,” Daemon says. “Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him. And Otto Hightower needs the Lannister fleet.”

“Without the Lannisters, we are not like to find any allies west of the Golden Tooth.”

“No,” Daemon quickly agrees before ducking his head and continuing. “The Riverlands are essential, Your Grace.”

“Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace,” a Lord cuts in, “but talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons.”

You pick up your gaze and stop rolling the pearl in between your fingers. “The Greens have dragons as well,” you remind the Lord. “Old dragons.”

“They have three adults,” Daemon keeps cutting in. “By my count. We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys. Your daughter has Astraea, and your sons have Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes.”

Tyraxes? He’s a baby and too small, as well as Joffrey. He can’t possibly want little Joffrey fighting against three old and experienced dragons.

“Baela has Moondancer.”

“Daemon,” your mother argues. “None of our dragons have been to war.”

Without addressing that comment Daemon keeps going about more dragons. “There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragonmount, still riderless. Then there are the three wild dragons, all of whom nest here.”

“And who is to ride them?” Your mother asks what you’re thinking.

“Dragonstone has 14 to their 4. I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragonmount.”

And what good will that do? Does he want his toddler sons, and your infant son to control hatchlings? Tsk, please.

“Now,” Daemon continues as he grabs a marker. “We need a place to gather. A toehold large enough to house a sizable host.” He places the marker down and without as much as counseling the Queen he shares his plan. “Here, at Harrenhal. We cut off the west, surround King’s Landing with the dragons and we can have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns.”

You swallow thickly and once again begin to nervously fiddle with the pearl Ser Jason gave you.

“Your Grace,” Ser Eryyk interjects as he strides over. “A ship has been sighted offshore, a lone galleon, flying a banner of three headed green dragon.”

The Greens.

“Alert the watchtowers,” once again Daemon gives commands as if he’s King or hand of the Queen. He’s nothing but the simple Prince Consort—“sight the skies.” He takes his sword and storms out, leaving your mother behind.

“Mother,” you say and turn to face her.

“Stay here,” she commands right away while she turns to face you. “Where’s Ser Jason?”

“Guarding Aerion,” you answer hoping your nerves wouldn’t show.

She nods stiffly. “All right…go to your chambers and take Aerion. I doubt there will be any sort of force, but we need to be assured.”

You sigh deeply and don’t fight her commands, she leaves and you do as she asks. You wait for her and watch the skies for Vhagar, but as expected he doesn’t show, your mother returns and does share the list of commands given by Lord Otto. And amongst those demands are the release of Aerion and you, as if you were captive here with your mother.

It was ultimately up to you, she gave you that choice to return to King’s Landing, but you didn’t need to debate your choice, staying with her was the right choice. Even if it means going against Aemond.

He won’t come with Vhagar and demand your return though, of that you’re sure; they’d never let him even if he wanted to, so that’s not what worries you now. It’s your mother debating some kind of terms for peace. Sure no one wants her to see dragons go to war and destroy what comes in their path, but they stole her throne, they didn’t say the King passed, she needs to retaliate in some way to display her power.

You agree with Daemon on that much.

——

*SOMETIME LATER*

“You’re meant to be a sailor are you not?” You tease Ser Jason. “Well Polaris is…” you trail off and turn on your heels to point at the North Star, follow it and Winterfell eventually crosses your path. “There. The shiniest star.”

Ser Jason follows what you point to and mumbles. “I knew that.”

You scoff lightheartedly and shrug smugly. “It’s easy to mistake it for the Brave Man’s torching star.”

Ser Jason picks up his head, and you feel his gaze fall on you as you come to a stop in front of the shore. “Who taught you?” He asks.

“My father,” you share with a smile as you watch the sky. “I couldn’t be a sailor like him, but my dragon isn’t all knowing, so he taught us how to read the stars himself.” You blink and meet his gaze. “What’s your favorite place you’ve sailed to?”

Ser Jason exhales deeply and loses his gaze on the calm waters. “Home. No matter where I went, no place felt like home until I returned to Westeros.”

You hum softly and can’t help your intrigued smile. “You spent so much time wanting to leave that…”

“I didn’t know what I had until I left,” he finishes for you. “Yes.”

You drop your gaze to the ground and feel your smile falter. “I felt that way for a while, when I was sent to Winterfell, but then I met someone there who helped me. When I returned to King’s Landing, the feeling was always in the back of my head. Now,” you feign a laugh. “I’m afraid I’m right back where I started….wishing for more out of everything I already have.”

“Then leave,” Ser Jason says bluntly, catching your breath by surprise. No one has ever actually said that to you before, it’s always get over it or be content with what you already have.

“You are not an heir, you’re a simple princess with no burdens,” he adds. “As I see it you can leave, you're just afraid. Fear is our worst enemy.”

You part your lips but nothing comes out but a small breath. You just stare at him in disbelief, he saw right through you, more than anyone ever has.

“I mean I'm only talking by experience,” he corrects himself in your silence. “Not that we share the same experience, you’re royalty, I was a commoner, but fear…well I don’t know if you’re scared…” he trails off and clears his throat. “I was only assuming, sorry.”

You avert your gaze and slowly shake your head. “I knew what you meant, Ser,” you mumble. “Maybe I am afraid, but my duties are far more important than my dreams. This upcoming war is too. So all I can do is inhale and shove it all back, and exhale and be content with what I have.” You offer him a feigned smile and continue slowly heading back inside the castle with him now right beside you instead of behind you.

“I respect that too,” he admits.

You look over at him and offer him a genuine soft smile. Ser Jason’s gaze lowers, you watch his eyes fall to your lips before he meets your gaze and mirrors the soft gesture.

You shouldn’t have but you lingered there for a moment until a gentle breeze hit you and snapped you out of your stupor. Yet just as you were heading towards the castle a little prince comes storming out of the cave.

“Y/N, again!” Jacaerys scolds you. “This is the third time mother has sent me to come fetch you.”

You roll your eyes and skip over to hook your arm around his and lead him to the castle. “Relax, brother, I was just walking and catching some air.”

“In the skies,” he spats. “You were flying on Astraea all morning. Mother told you to keep out of the skies. Have you even gone to see Lord Corlys? He’s here you know.”

You nod. “I know, but he was asleep. I was waiting until he woke up to visit him.”

“Well,” Jacaerys scolds. “Now you have to wait until after the meeting. Mother is expecting you.”

You sigh. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“You said you wanted to be a part of this,” Jacaerys continues to use that stern voice on you. “Well be a part of it.”

When you enter that hall though you’re consumed by the chaos you just wanted a small escape from. Everyone is talking over one another, pacing around the table and shouting ideas.

It doesn’t come to a stop until Ser Erryk cuts them all off with a booming announcement. “The Lord of the Tides, Lord Corlys Velaryon…”

You lift your gaze and notice the named man on top of the stairs with a cane and a bandage around his neck. It’s an odd sight seeing such a man wounded, but it’s the reality of war. He’s lucky he even lived.

“…and his wife, the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and begin to roll the orange pearl in your hand once again as you watch him, your grandmother, and your cousins trailing behind them walk down the stairs so formally.

“My lords,” your grandfather greets the men around the table when he’s down the stairs.

“Lord Corlys,” your mother greets the Lord. “It brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again.”

“I’m very sorry about your father, Princess,” he says, “he was a good man.” He then turns and faces the painted table to look around at all the faces gathered around. “Where is Daemon?” He asks.

“There were other concerns which demanded the Prince’s attention,” your mother responds.

Your grandfather simply hums and passes your mother without as much as bowing, or addressing her as her proper title; Queen. He just walks past her as if she’s another one of the men.

“Your declared allies?” He points out to the few golden markers.

Your mother nods and approaches the table once more. “Yes.”

“Too few to win a war for the throne.

Your mother spares him a quick glance before countering. “Well, we would also hope to have the support of houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark.”

“Hope…” your grandfather cuts in. “Is the fools ally.”

You stop fiddling with the pearl and lock eyes with your mother before she returns her gaze to Lord Corlys and hardens it. “Both Arryn and Baratheon share blood with my house. But all of them swore oaths to me.”

“As did House Hightower,” your grandfather points out. “If I remember.”

“As did you, Lord Corlys,” your mother redirects with some spite that makes you proud.

Said man stays quiet for a moment, he looks back at you, your brothers standing by you, and your cousins standing by their betrothed for a brief second before focusing back on your mother.

“Your fathers realm…” your grandfather interjects loudly. “Was one of justice and honor. Our houses are bound by common blood and common cause. This Hightower treason cannot stand.” He makes clear as he proceeds to fix his stance. “You have the full support of our fleet and house. Your Grace.”

Finally.

You can’t help but share a small, faint smile at the sound of his words. Knowing the man he is, and how it’s rumored his son died, you didn’t think he’d bend the knee to your mother, but he did. Thank the gods.

“You honor me Lord Corlys,” your mother thanks him with a much softer look. “Princess Rhaenys.” She says behind her. “But,” she once again addresses the crowd. “As I said to my bannermen. “I made a promise to my father to hold the realm strong and united. If war is first, stroke is to fall, it will not be by my hand.”

“You do not mean to act?” Your grandfather questions.

“Taking caution,” your mother clarifies. “Does mot mean standing fast. I wish to know who my allies are before I send them to war.”

Your proud smile for your mother widens at the sound of her determination.

“The consequence of my…near demsie in the Stepstones…is that we now control them,” your grandfather announces, “I took care to fully garrison the territory this time. A total blockade of the shipping lanes will be in place in days, if not already. The tiarchy has been routed. The Narrow Sea is ours. If we…further seal the Gullet,” your grandfather points to the areas on the map. “We can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to King’s Landing.”

“I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself.” Your grandmother volunteers herself, seeming to surprise your mother that she did not need to command her, that it was out of her free will.

“When we drain the Narrow Sea,” Lord Bartimos interjects. “We can surround King’s Landing. Lay siege to the Red Keep and force the Greens surrender.”

It’s easier said then done isn’t it? Aemond has the biggest dragon who has seen and been a part of war. Aegon, you must admit, has a good bond with Sunfyre, and Daeron…well you don’t know him well, but his dragon can be as impressive. You’ll have to deal with them first.

“If we are to have enough swords to surround King’s Landing,” your mother inputs. “We must secure the support of Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm’s End.”

“I’ll prepare the ravens, Your Grace,” the maester assures her, albeit you aren’t convinced by that or sitting at home.

“No,” you interject loudly, “we should bare those messages. In my five years at Winterfell, I grew to befriend Lord Stark, and know Winterfell well, I’m sure I can speak to him and gain his support. Besides, dragons can fly faster than ravens and they’re more convincing. Send us.”

Sure you said that you needed to leave Cregan alone, but this is war, he is a loyal man but if it’s sides he needs to choose, he might sway easier to yours if you speak to him.

“The Princess is right,” your grandfather supports your suggestion, surprisingly enough. “Your Grace.”

Your mother holds your gaze and her eyes soften. She lingers in silence as she watches you before she gives her answer. “Very well. Prince Jacaerys and Princess Y/N will fly North….”

You and your brother share a brief proud look before focusing back. Sure you meant to go to Cregan by yourself, but Jacaerys might help calm your temptations.

“First to the Eyrie to see my mothers cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn,” your mother adds. “And then to Winterfell to treat Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North. Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storm’s End and treat Lord Borros Baratheon. We must remind these Lords of the oaths they swore. And,” your mother exhales. “The cost of breaking them.”

You smirk proudly and nod in agreement.

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*LATER*

“We’ll just go on a small trip,” you tell baby Aerion. “Your uncle Jacaerys, you and me.”

Aerion breathes out loudly and his blue eyes seem to search the room with a sad frown. He’s been…upset it seems today, he’s been crying more than usual, and squirming around in your arms. It frightened you at first but it then hit you, he misses Aemond.

This the longest he’s gone without being with him, and Aerion loves his father. He must be so confused as to why he hasn’t seen him, felt his warmth or smelled his scent.

But as much as you want to cure your son's longing, he needs to wait a bit longer.

“We’ll see your father soon,” you assure Aerion. “I swear. After we return from Winterfell.”

Aerion simply blinks, making you smile at him.

“Y/N?” You hear your mother call from the entrance.

You turn around and face her with a smile. “Mother,” you greet. “I’m sorry I just came to pick up Aerion.”

Your mother blinks in confusion. “Pick up? Why ever so?”

You swallow thickly and sigh. “If the Greens find out I left him here all alone, I’m sure someone will come and take him. I can’t risk that.”

Your mother nods and then breaks away from the entrance to reach you and grab your hand. “My sweet, leave Aerion here, we will protect him. You won’t take long but with the way things are it’s too dangerous for him to accompany you.” She cups your cheek and caresses it gently.

“Nothing will happen to that child,” another voice cuts in, pulling both yours and your mothers gaze back to the entrance. That’s when you see Daemon with his face covered in smoke, and his hair all messy. “Rest easy princess, we will watch over the little prince.”

You don’t like him, but you do know of his reputation, he’s fierce and he’s been…loyal to your mother, out of everyone here there’s no else you’d trust more with the protection of Aerion.

Yet you still meet your mothers gaze to press for her reassurance.

“We swear it,” she comforts you softly.

You let out a deep breath and nod slowly before you look down at Aerion with sadness. “I’ll return to you my boy. Soon. I promise.” You lean down and press a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Aerion reaches out to grab your face, so you let him touch your cheeks.

You giggle and then can’t help but snuggle him against you. “Oh, I love you. I’ll see you soon.” Before you decide not to leave or sob you place him back in his cradle and walk out with a heavy heart.

For however long you’ll be gone is the longest you’ll be without Aerion since he was born. When he was first born even being apart from him for just a couple minutes pained you, and now? You’ll be gone for days, you’ll probably die.

Yet the promise of seeing Cregan does excite you even if it shouldn’t. Even after the promise you made yourself. How will he react when he sees you?

It hasn’t been long since you stopped writing to him, he probably hasn’t grown concerned as to why he hasn’t gotten a response from you, but will he know of your attempts?

You did write back with short sentences last time in attempts to stop yourself from talking to him, so will he know? Will he be upset?

Hopefully not.

Alas, before you could attempt leaving Dragonstone to be one mile closer to Cregan, your mother asked to speak to your brothers and you first before your departure.

“It’s been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men,” your mother says. “The Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms…we must answer to their gods. If you take this errand, you go as messengers…not as warriors.” She shakes her head. “You must take no part in any fighting. Swear it to me now, under the eyes of the Seven.”

Ser Eryyk brings forth the holy book of the Seven, and Lucerys has no hesitation to respect your mothers wishes. “I swear it,” he assures her.

Jacaerys and you hesitate albeit.

Only you don’t hesitate because of any objections to her demands, it’s just why those gods?

You don’t have faith in the New Gods, but if it’s what she wants.

“I swear,” you assure your mother after Lucerys, leaving Jacaerys.He hesitates for a moment longer, but he then leans in and presses his hand on the book.

“I swear it.”

The book is then pulled away, letting your mother continue with the matter at hand. “Cregan Stark is,” she says, making your breath falter. “Closer to your age than to mine. I would hope, that as men you can find some common interest. And well, as friends,” she shifts her attention to you. “You’d find no trouble.” She finishes and hands Jacaerys the messages.

“Yes, your Grace,” you assure her confidently.

Her attention than slowly drifts to Lucerys and her gaze softens at the obviously worried look on your little brothers face.

“Storm’s End is a short flight from here,” she assures him softly. “You have Baratheon blood from your grandmother Rhaenys. And…Lord Borros is an eternally proud man. He’ll be honored to host a Prince of the Realm and his dragon.” She hands Lucerys the scroll and holds onto his hand a bit longer. “I expect you will receive a very warm welcome.”

Lucerys nods. “Yes mother—y-your Grace.”

You share a teasing smile with Jacaerys at the sound of your brother's stammer. When he returns to your side albeit you caress his shoulder to assure his concerns.

“Go to it then,” your mother orders softly.

You offer her one last smile before you head to where your dragons await for all of you. However, before you can climb on Astraea’s back, you also assure Lucerys.

“You’ll be back before us, so see you after we return, hm?”

Lucerys glances at Jacaerys and then at you and nods softly.

You shoot him a grin and pat his shoulder.

“You be careful too,” he redirects.

You scoff softly and walk back to Astraea. “Always, baby brother,” you counter sweetly.

Now when you turn to face your dragon you can’t help but fill with excitement to see Cregan again. You shouldn’t, but you can’t help it.

A/N- Ser Jason does not have his fathers rizz

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onlyjaeyun · 6 months

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not to be horny but…sb!jay wouldn’t admit it but his favorite thing to do would be to eat yn’s pussy. he’s had a bad day? he tell yn to bend over his desk or spread her legs and just goes crazy. he finds out yn’s bfs barely ever ate her out? he makes sure that he gives yn head every other day. maybe he would be like poison!hee but just hate to admit he loves getting pussy drunk on his gf.

SB!jay is THAT dom who will make sure to let his baby know that she's his absolute favorite meal and only way to calm down or take some of his frustration out by using his words, going all "this pretty little cunt always makes me feel so good, always" or "come here baby, let daddy wat that sweet pussy so i can distract myself a little yeah?" however, he'd never straight out admit it. especially when he's with his boys and they talk about how much they love to eat pussy, jay just shrugs and says he likes it but would never tell them just how many times his baby has managed to make him cum freehand in his pants just by sitting on his face. he's just a really proud guy and because his body language and responses to the taste of her cunt is usually enough for her, he doesn't really feel the need to be so open about it to his boys. at one point, y/n finds herself sitting next to jake, just casually scrolling through her gallery and he spots a picture of his bestest of friends with your thighs next to his head, a pretty little snap shot she took the night before because she just really wanted to save that moment not realising that his boys won't ever let him hear the end of how he looked absolutely drunk with his hooded eyes, flushed cheeks and messy hair like he's about to lose his mind. they actually start calling him seoul's munch after that and he doesn't really mind because it's not a lie and at the end of the day strictly business!park jongseong loves and lives for his girl's pussy and he's proud of it

#; mailbox 📬#; strictly business #i miss you guys and strictly business so much #am having a good time so tysm for everyone sending asks #can't wait to get back to it all in a few days 🤍

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marblemojito · 6 months

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WHB chapter 3 spoilers below (and chapter 2)

Also CW for angelic fuckedupfest and a.k.a. top reasons why Belial is the bestest boy. So, we have already witnessed 'angelification' (circa 2-97) with Ppyong's cousin Ppung, and now we find out that it happened to Belial's legion.

From what I get is that he led 80 legions, 40 fell during the battle, and then after that the remaining 40 fell victim to the angelification seeds (?), which is enormous loss not only in terms of strictly human (devil?) resources, but for Belial personally. Especially considering survivor guilt settling down.

It's almost baffling how literally every other captain/duke/prince/etc in Gehenna got off easy. Ok, Leraye got his arm pierced with a spear (but that part is on you, buddy), and then Belial is living through Hell in Hell.

Satan hesitated for how long putting Ppung down, and Belial had to put down his 40 comrades on the spot. And it wasn't the painful death either. The way Belial can remember in perfect detail every his action, before it all bluring in his mind- And it was stressed several times the sheer importance of comradery between demons, and the way they treat each other as equals, or the way demons aren't forced to join legion of certain captain or ruler, but simply choose to 'cause they vibe with the dude.

And if Belial thinks he betrayed himself -- I totally get it. I wonder if he would change his attitude comparing to his pre-engelification character and we get to find what he used to be through through Satan's or Sitri's or Ppyong's, or any other demon's stories, knowing full well that we'll never meet that devil again. Solomon spill the beans Probably not, but that would be hella cool.

Anyway. Literally how can this man walk and talk straight (ok, Jiyu is doing the most part, but you get my point). With these mental capabilities Belial might as well just change his class from marksman to tank. How can you not love him??? Minor rant, but I love his interactions with Jiyu, and I can fully ignore the fact that we had like... 3 lines of dialogue. Sure, Jiyu is suck-up to all his superiors including Belial, but he so genuinly cares about him, being also his second pair of eyes on the battlefield (which is kind of ironic honestly). And all of Hell knows how much Belial cares about Jiyu.

I wonder if Jiyu is overwhelmed by all the thoughts and regrets going through Belial's head, or maybe they can psychically and/or mentally distance each other somehow. They are besties, you legally cannot tell me otherwise. Do you think Belial just silently gossips with Jiyu about,,, stuff?

#im so normal about them trust me officer #wow what a ride #his line about this being his funeral hits so close to home #whb spoilers #what in hell is bad spoilers #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb #whb belial

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