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toreii · 10 months

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Sebek: “And, you must be very worried about Princess Meleanor.”

Lilia: “Worried? Me about Princess Meleanor? Ahahaha!”

Lilia: “It’s not the princess I’m worried about. It’s Wild Rose Castle, and my own life!”

Lilia: “During my absence, the castle was completely destroyed by the princess’s tantrum…I want to avoid something like that.”

Sebek: “Huh?”

Lilia: “The Draconians, who rule the Briar Country, are the descendants of the dragons, who are said to be the pinnacle of the night spring genus.”

Lilia: “The “princess” of your country may be a beautiful person that everyone should protect…”

Lilia: “Our princess is so strong that even if we attacked her as a group, we wouldn't stand a chance.”

Lilia: “On top of that, she’s a tomboy, quick to quarrel, selfish, and prone to tantrums…furthermore, she’s unbelievably vicious.”

Lilia: “Princess Meleanor is truly the “most evil” princess in Briar Country.”

Lilia: “If you’ dawdle, lightning will strike your head, or you’ll be roasted by flames blowing from her mouth.”

Lilia: “I’m not kidding, I tell you. Seriously, that princess.”

Baul: “G-GENERAL OF THE RIGHT! YOU’VE SAID ENOUGH!”

Lilia: “How rude. I’ve dragged this out long enough.”

Lilia: “I mean, I’ve been abused by that princess for 300 years as far as I can remember.”

Lilia: “If Lady Meleanor was only the kind of princess who quietly waits for a prince riding a white dragon to the castle…”

Lilia: “I’m sure I wouldn’t have to struggle as much.”

Baul: “G-GENERAL OF THE RIGHT!”

Lilia: “Well…the only solace is that I’ll be able to stay at Wild Rose Castle obediently for the next 2-3 years.”

Lilia: “As expected of a princess, she won’t do anything unreasonable until her precious egg hatches.”

Sebek/Silver/Grim: “EGG!!??”

Lilia: “What? Why are you suddenly shouting…?”

Silver: “Princess M-Meleanor already has an heir!?”

Sebek: “Y-Y-Young…no, where is the egg now!? Is it in Wild Rose Castle with its parents!?”

Yuu:

(Tsunotarou was born from an egg!?)

(How old is Tsunotarou?)

Baul: “Why do you guys care where the heir egg is?”

Baul: “It’s suspicious……surely, you wouldn’t be going after the egg!?”

Silver: “O-Of course not! We didn’t even know an heir had been born…!”

Lilia: “Haa…you’d know where the egg is even if you walk around that area in this country.”*

Lilia: “Dragon eggs do not hatch unless you pour love and magic from their parents.”

Lilia: “Besides, the safest place in this country is none other than the arms of Lady Meleanor.”

Lilia: “As far as I know, it can’t be done.”

Baul: “But! There’s also the matter of Lord Ryūgan. Don’t trust strangers! It’s best to be careful.”

Lilia: “Lord Levan of Ryūgan, huh……”

Lilia: “If he had returned safely, we wouldn't have gone to the eastern fortress to run errands.”

Lilia: “That couple has been working me extra since I was a child.”

Notes:

Siiigh… Again, I apologize for any mistakes. I seem to be having some trouble with Lilia’s lines. I feel like I’m struggling a lot more right now than I sometimes do. I don’t blame the writing. It’s definitely me and my lack of comprehension.

Anyways, about Malleus’s dad…or, rather, his title. I left it the way the furigana was written, but I’m not entirely sure how to translate it. My app translated it as “longan”, and several online dictionaries stated this, but I’m still not sure. Kanji wise, it reads as dragon/imperial, eyeball, and public/prince/official/governmental according to Jisho. Until we get an official translation, I will leave it as so.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #episode 7 #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #silver #twst silver #grim #twst grim #baul zigvolt #twst baul #meleanor draconia #twst meleanor #levan #twst levan #translations not 100% accurate

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kagooleo · 3 months

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so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!

they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names

the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!

ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao

before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)

i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone

it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.

lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)

and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-

"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.

Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.

"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."

"E-Elaborate..."

The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.

There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.

"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.

"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.

"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."

The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.

That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.

What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.

After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.

"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.

"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.

"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."

"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.

“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”

His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.

I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪

#kagarts #pokemon gsc #pokemon hgss #pokemon dppt #trainer riley #stat trainer riley #champion lance #lance pokemon #fluffyriceshipping #🌊🍚🐉#yeah I’m establishing the tag for em in emojis. free reign bitches!!!!!#long post #writing a fic is hard but i could write millions of words about these two. the character analysis is compelling #catch me being annoying about them in the coming months #being able to talk about them is so nice bc I was pretty scared before because of some people I used to know #but now I get to be free and awesome without worry and it’s been great! I’ve got a friend who’s encouraged me to talk about them here #and so I shall! to my friend I want to kiss you on your forehead for hearing me out about these two #new year new yaoi new me >:]

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goofyarbuzik · 2 months

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hi I got some Cookie Run x Wings of Fire refs (and all are the Cookies of Darkness)

starting with Pomegranate Cookie/Granate!!

A strong firescale lady who could probably kill a 100 dragons without any hesitation-

Why she wasn't thrown off the cliff, like skywings usually do to all firescale dragonets? Because in the AU there was a little village n Skywing kingdom, and it kinda was forgotten? at least queen Scarlet didn't seem to care about it. That villagers there always thought that it'd be cruel to kill the dragonet, so once Granate & her twin(no design/name yet) hatched — they kept the babies. But Granate was practically neglected her entire life there, due to her firescales. So bye-bye village we're getting rid of you🔥🔥🔥(there's a bit too much to tell I'm so sorry lol)

next up is Red Velvet Cookie!

not much to say about him, his origin almost stayed the same. Found & raised by Dark Enchantress Cookie blah blah blah. The only I can say about him is that instead of the "cake monster arm" that RV had in crk I decided to go with just arm pattern.

Licorice Cookie let's goo

oh this one suffers probably the most in the AU.

shortly Licorice, aka Truthseeing seems to genuinely hate his ability, as it always gives him both gory visions and nightmares, so the poor boy can barely sleep(he needs therapy)

and hell yeah fluffy dragons this is my addiction I'm so sorry💀

anyways the last one we have.. Poison Mushroom Cookie!

Truthseeing found them who knows where and brought them all the way to C.o.D hideout, and everything was like..

T: They remind me of a mushroom.. I'll name them Mushroom.

V: shouldn't we name them like any seawing would?

G: do we look like seawings to know how they name their dragonets?

V: yeah you have a point..

T: alright, your name is Mushroom now, little guy!

#my favorite Cookie Run x Wings of Fire AU lets go #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #wings of fire #wof #AU #wof art #licorice cookie #pomegrante cookie #red velvet cookie #poison mushroom cookie #dragons #cookies of darkness #seawing #sandwing/rainwing #nightwing #skywing

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bonbunnydreams · 4 months

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Fashionably late as always, but sharing this piece with Neuvillette I wrote after finishing the final Fontaine Archon quest. I can never fully commit to whether I should share certain pieces or not but we're just gonna give it a go and see what happens. Pretty minor/vague spoilers for the final archon quest, should be fine to read if you're not fully caught up ;w; G/N Reader, SFW, minor angst but mostly just comfort ;w;

The downpour that began abruptly just a few hours earlier was enough to draw your worries to the surface, though it pales in comparison to when Neuvillette finally comes home that evening. His eyes, once so strong and resolute, have the look of a wounded animal. Drenched from the rain, he steps towards you silently, embracing you tight as his chest heaves and you finally hear him sob.

By reflex your arms come to hug around his back, stretching as far as they possibly can despite your difference in height. You have always known about his emotions, how he finds himself unable to control them. But rarely has he brought himself to cry openly in front of you, that show of vulnerability always too much for him to bear despite the countless times you had broken down in front of him.

You feel your own tears stinging around your eyes as his chest heaves against you, trying to soothe him by rubbing the small of his back.

"Neuvi, w-what's wrong? Did something happen today? Please, talk to me so I can help you…" You ask softly, your voice strained by the sadness at seeing him in this state. He grips you tighter to him in response, claws tearing through his gloves to press lightly against your back. His tail also emerges, curling itself tightly against your waist as if he's deathly afraid of ever letting you go.

The dragon is rising to the surface, something he only ever lets occur in private with you. You look up to see his scales appearing across his face, shimmering blue blended with his pale human skin. He draws another haggard breath before he speaks, as if he's been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for too long.

"It's not- it's not something for you to worry about… Just, just stay with me, please… I don't… I don't want to lose you too." He says softly, almost pleading with her to stay in his arms like this. Hearing him beg you to stay with him twists your heart, making you embrace him tighter as you hear him sob against your shoulder.

"I-I will, I promise. I'll always stay with you, Neuvillette… I swear." You murmur softly, feeling him grip you that much tighter as your words reach his ears. "Would… would you like me to hold you tonight?"

A faint chuckle breaks the sound of his sobs, pulling his head from her shoulder to look at you tenderly. The sadness still present in his lavender eyes, but now there is that familiar sense of love for you too. "Yes, please… You are… too kind to me, my sweet. You are always so kind to this old dragon." He murmurs, one of his hands reaching to run his fingers gently through your hair.

A soft giggle rumbles in your throat as your hands settle along his shoulders, your own tears beginning to dry as you see the light return to his eyes. "I'm only kind to you because it's what you deserve. Everyone does, no matter what they are. But let me get you out of these stuffy robes… and a warm bath might be nice too."

He only chuckles softly in response. "Of course, dearest. Anything you suggest will be perfect, as long as I spend it with you."

#neuvillette x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gi x reader

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kingofthe-egirls · 6 months

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LUFFY ANGST

(luffy rejects you, ur sad, sanji sorta comforts you)

“Nope!” Luffy smiles as he rejects your sexual advances. He’s sitting on a crate, kicking his legs against the sides so his heels banged on the wood. There’s printed blue text that says “FRAGILE” in all caps. His calf squishes over it as he leans back on his hands. Both his legs cover a letter each: “G” and “E.” So now it says “FRAIL.”

Go figure.

“Oh, okay.”

The words sour your taste buds like spoiled milk. He smiles, like it’s silly you even asked. He starts tilting his head to whistle a cheerful tune.

It’s so off-key.

****

So you still do your crewmate duties: mending the sails, rigging knots, climbing up the rickety ladder to stay in the crow’s nest for a chilly night’s watch. You sit with a flannel blanket around your shoulders, staring out at the midnight sea with a cup of hot chocolate in both hands.

You blow on the steam.

Someone pokes their head through the small opening: Sanji.

“Sorry, love,” He says, smiling wryly as he climbs up to sit next to you on the small wooden bench. The Going Merry is cozy, but sometimes cramped. Especially with your crush happily spacing himself away from you. It’s been a night since your confession, and his absolute rejection is still wrecking your lungs.

You take a scalding sip of molten chocolate. Sanji sighs.

“So, I heard about your loss in love,” he starts, voice gentle as he swipes his straw hair to the side. His legs stretch out in front of him, black slacks and shiny leather shoes.

There’s a scuff on the side of his left heel. You sniff.

It smells like snow.

“Sucks.”

You mutter the syllables into your drink, the “S’s” hissing through your sharp teeth. You clack them around the edge of the mug: biting down on the ceramic.

Sanji leans his steady weight into your side, his hands clasped between his knees. His fingers are slender, and strong. Frostbite nips at his dry knuckles, the redness blossoming against the cracked skin. You scowl.

“Your hands are dry,” you say, reaching out from your warm mug to softly touch the blistered skin. You stare at him, at sapphire eyes.

He has a regretful look on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, staring down at where your fingers meet his. “Nami let me use some of her hand lotion, but it’s scented so I don’t like wearing it when I cook.”

“Ah,” you say, nodding, “Makes sense.”

His fingers slowly wrap around yours. He turns your own hand over, so he can see your palm. You hold it flat for him, letting him stroke the subtle lines. His index finger traces the long streak you sport down the center. It crisscrossed several other lines, like spiderwebs or trade routes on one of Nami’s maps.

“Long life line,” he says, softly.

“Is it?” you ask, leaning sideways to stare at your own palm in his suffering hands. “What do the other lines mean?”

Sanji shakes his head, smiling conspiratorially. “No idea, sweetheart. Sorry,” he nudges your shoulder with his own. He sets your hand back against the still-steaming mug.

“I have cream,” you say, sipping your hot chocolate. “You can use it after washing your hands. It’s got aloe in it so it’s supposed to help with dry skin…,” you trail off, your own shortage of beauty knowledge showing. You shrug. “I get dry skin, too.”

“Like a dragon,” he says, flirting. You smile, despite yourself, and settle into the weight of his side. He wraps an arm around you, and you sigh.

Steam curls up around your lips.

The chocolate tastes sweet.

“Or a lizard,” you say back.

He snorts.

“Sure, lizard skin.”

“Ew,” you snicker, smiling wide for the first time this evening.

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy angst #sanji fanfic #one piece angst

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serenaisavillain · 1 month

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Sword and Silk

Summary: Within the ancient walls of the Red Keep, the Princess is ensnared by the looming presence of Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, his silent vigilance concealing darker depths. Amidst his whispers of protection, a hidden yearning simmers beneath the surface, entwined with the secrets that swarm within the castle's corridors.

Warnings: Themes of violence, including depictions of physical altercations, character death, grief, complex power dynamics, manipulation and coercion.

Author's Note: Your feedback is valuable to me as an author. Whether it's your thoughts on the characters, the plot twists, or even just your emotional response to the story, I genuinely want to hear from you. Stay tuned for the second part!

Word Count: 2.4k

HE WAS HER SHADOW. Strolling heavy-footed behind her at every moment. The princess's every move was scrutinised under his unwavering gaze. King Viserys had long lectured his only daughter in the belly of his sleeping chamber. The presence of her Kingsguard was for her own protection. Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong was true to his namesake. The thought that harm might come to her under his shield was amusing.

Still, she felt so diminutive; every footstep, his looming presence followed. He towered over her like the godswood tree under which her lessons commenced. His wide back and mighty arms did not settle the swarm of wasps that buzzed within her belly. It rattled their nest.

She was left to her own devices during the day within the heart of the sept. The seven walls of the dusty stone room seldom held the inhabitants of the castle. Their focus remained fixed on indulging their whims, she always thought. After her delicate finger lit a candle at the altar, she bent both knees before the marble statue of The Father. A precipitation of teardrops rolled down the apples of her cheeks. There she begged, hands clasped for the soul of her dear mother.

She would emerge when the sun hung low in the sky and the shadows grew long. Her dampened features never failed to draw Ser Harwin's attention. His thick eyebrows drew themselves together over his deep sable eyes.

"Are you alright, Princess?" He would always whisper.

These were the only times her lilac eyes would dare flicker to his, resembling the red of her house banner.

"Yes, Ser Harwin." She would croak before averting her eyes to the grey stone path beneath her feet.

ON A DAY OF GENTLE BREEZE, tranquil waters and clear skies, her cousin, Lady Laena Velaryon's ship, docked at the harbour of Blackwater Bay.

Ser Harwin's eyes softened as a genuine smile graced the Princess's lips for once. A fleeting moment of brightness amidst the shadows that surrounded her.

"Cousin!" She cried.

She nearly tripped over the train of her black gown, running towards her kin, arms outstretched.

When the gap between them was sealed, an entanglement of limbs ensued, their silver hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"How is my dearest Y/N?" The older girl asked, panting.

The Princess nodded as they began to walk down the pier.

Stark-white seagulls flew above them alongside the dark scales of Vhagar.

The large dragon casting a quick shadow.

The crew unloading the cargo of the ship gasped in awe of the great beast.

"The days no longer seem long… as I have written in my letters. They now somehow manage to bleed together. I often confuse many moons ago for yesterday…" She sighed.

Lady Laena clutched the Princess's cold hands within her own.

"You shall grieve no longer, sweet Y/N. We shall fête every day until I depart!" She laughed, tugging her into a hug that nearly suffocated the younger girl.

Ser Harwin smiled unbeknownst to the two, his heavy boots following behind as always.

Y/N hurriedly walked through the corridor of the Red Keep, the sound of her low-heeled shoes barely audible against the polished marble floor.

She came to a halt at a heavy Valyrian steel door, gesturing to it with delicate fingers.

"The finest room in the castle, for my truest confidant." She giggled.

The knight had not heard the Princess laugh in that manner since her last name day when the Queen was still alive.

KING VISERYS HAD declared that there be three days of celebration for his daughter.

On the first night, a lavish feast commenced. Every elegantly clad guest gorged themselves on the most sumptuous of delicacies. From roasted boar to buttered rolls to indulgent cakes adorned with fruit and thick frosting.

Amidst his peers, the man with dark curls hungered for something else - or rather, someone.

Princess Y/N sat tall upon a skillfully carved chair among the rest of her family, her dainty wrist adorned with a pewter bracelet encrusted with rubies. It grazed against the velvet tablecloth as she spoke. She and her cousin Lady Laena brushed shoulders, occasionally whispering and giggling as they indulged heavily in Dornish wine.

The crimson colour gown she donned made her bronze skin more radiant, competing with the shimmer of its silk fabric. The garment's onyx corset adorned with an embroidered dragon and delicate lace details sinched her waist. The dress hugged every curve of her body with a luxurious embrace. The neckline embellished with matching black lace plunged daringly low, accentuating the swell of her bust.

No fault of the Princess, he imagined; she certainly could not be aware of how appetisingly she had blossomed over the past year - he certainly had not until now.

"Brother, you are drooling," his brother Larys jested.

Ser Harwin averted his gaze instantaneously.

The knight, in his finest attire, futilely attempted to focus on the roasted duck drowned in gravy that sat on his plate. He could not resist the décolletage of the heiress, his eyes carefully peering at the curly-haired beauty.

On the second day, when the sun hung directly overhead, the King commanded a tournament be held. Lords and Ladies of Westeros and the lesser kingdoms filled the seats of the great coliseum, heavy bags of coin in their grasp with the intention of placing bets on the bravest knights.

Despite the tremor of his hands, Lord Strong encouraged his son to be among those in the festivities.

As the knights prepared for the final joust, Ser Harwin Strong approached the royal pavilion where the princess sat. His skin was slick with sweat that he hoped she assumed was a byproduct of the Westerosi summer. His armour was clangorous with the steady trot of his steed. His eyes were fixed on her visage as he steadied his mount.

"Princess," he began, bowing his head before her, "I ask that you bestow me the honor of wearing your favor."

The Princess slowly rose from her cushioned seat and approached the railing, the wreath of blood-red roses in her delicate grasp.

A shy smile graced her painted lips.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "May it bring you luck, Ser Harwin."

The man contained the swell of pride that erupted in his broad chest as the wreath now adorned his wooden lance.

"Thank you, Your Grace," he said, "I shall carry it with pride."

Ser Harwin's armour gleamed in the sunlight as he returned to his position.

Silence settled over the coliseum.

With a thunderous roar, the signal was given, and the two knights spurred their steeds into action. Dust danced in the air as the hooves of horses thundered down the lists, lances steadied and gazes marked on thine own target.

The lances crashed against each other. Only black-haired knight's held true, colliding with the armour of his opponent with brutal force. He, however, remained steady on the leather of his saddle.

with brutal force. He however, remained steady upon the leather of his saddle.

The nobles erupted into cheers as Ser Harwin's opponent was unseated, descending to the dust with a deafening clangour. The victorious knight waved briefly to the crowd before his horse gave out below him.

The gasps and screams of the court reverberated through the arena.

The shrieks of steel on steel rang across the jousting field as the two knights clashed. Ser Harwin was a man possessed, his blows raining down upon his opponent with relentless force. At one point, he tossed aside his sword, pummeling his opponent with simply his hands, both fists pounding against his chest.

As the dust settled and the screams of the crowd fell dead, Ser Harwin stood with his head hung, his gauntlets bloody, and his breath in ragged gasps. There was no longer pride in his eyes; only a grim visage remained, finding no solace in knowing he had defended his honour and upheld the code to which he had sworn his life.

He gazed upon the Princess's face; her violet eyes widened, and her mouth agape.

On the last night, fireworks exploded in the midnight sky above the ships of Blackwater Bay, the most noble of houses making drunken toasts to the Princess Y/N.

A table of gifts, wrapped in the most ornate of papers and fabrics and tied in the most elaborate and fantastical of bows, piled as high as the mountains in the North. It only grew as the evening went on, each courtier attempting to outdo the next.

A bard strummed his mandolin and cried out a song naming her the Princess, the realm's delight.

But the princess sat at her table, feigning looks of surprise and joy as one pompous figure after another greeted her.

THE LADY LAENA smiled.

"Oh, how you honour me, Y/N," she began, "Won't you join me for some wine and gossip?" She jested.

The Princess nodded, escaping with her kin under the threshold arm in arm.

The young knight stood back turned towards the door, not meaning to but overhearing their girlish chatter.

Y/N sat at the foot of Laena's bed, watching as she undressed.

The soft winds rustled the silken curtains, filling the room with a slight chill.

"How long has it been since we have laid eyes upon each other dear cousin?" Y/N said, sipping from her silver chalice.

Laena sighed as she plopped on the tall mattress. Her hair spread across the cool satin sheets.

"Way too long, I fear." She pouted.

Y/N gulped the last bit of her wine, wiping the side of her mouth with the tips of her pointer and index fingers.

Her cousin chuckled.

"What?! What provokes you to such laughter?" Y/N flopped back so she could lay beside her.

"You, drunkard." She giggled.

"I'll have you know I have not indulged in quite sometime," the Princess shrugged, reaching for the pitcher.

"By all means indulge… Your Grace," she jested.

Y/N shoved the older girl's shoulder.

"Do you remember all the mischief we got up to?" She sat up reaching for her own chalice.

"How could one forget."

"Little dragons should be seen and not heard!" they both exclaimed at the same time.

Another fit of laughter ensued.

"Good riddance to Otto! That old geezer!" Y/N began before her soft palms covered her mouth.

Laena rolled around the bed, clutching her nightgown-covered stomach.

"You have never told a lie! I do not regret ever eavesdropping on his conversations." She stated plainly.

"Gods! Remeber when we heard him trying to seduce that young kitchen hand?! What was her name-" The princess began once more.

"Maeve! The poor girl!" Her cousin answered.

The two fell weak, with stomachs aching from laughter.

The hour grew late, and the pair grew bacchanalian.

Their chalices once filled with the finest of Dornish wine had run dry.

"…Any interesting converstions… or encounters at court...?" Laena asked. Her head now hung off the bed.

Y/N pouted her lips.

"No lords interest me…" Y/N retorted, reflecting on the disappointing suitors she had encountered. From brutish Baratheons to loquacious Lannisters.

Laena hummed.

"He does not have to be a lord…" she sang.

The princess sat up.

"It is almost as if you are referring to someone in particular dear cousin…" She arched her brow.

The Velaryon girl shrugged.

"Have you perhaps noticed the fleeting glances of your Kingsgaurd…?" The girl flipped over onto her belly.

She laughed nearly falling from the bed.

"Ser Harwin? I assure you I have no interest in a man like him. He probably frequents the brothel in Mole's Town, has fathered a thousand bastards and…"

"Uh huh… So you are smitten with him…" She deduced.

Y/N heaved a boudoir pillow at her cousin's head.

"I have no time to be consumed by matters of the heart… besides how can one forget the brutality of my name day…"

Laena's eyes softened.

Y/N cleared her throat.

"The hour has grown late dear cousin. I fear I must retire…" Y/N explained before swaying to her feet.

The older girl nodded.

She rose off the bed, bidding her kin goodnight with a kiss on the cheek.

The girl tugged feebly at the door before managing to pry it ajar.

She had forgotten her sworn protector resided outside until his dark ringlets appeared in the candlelit corridor.

"Princess." He greeted hoarsely.

"Ser Harwin. My apologies…" She slurred before clumsily shuffling past him.

The knight stifled the laugh that bubbled in his belly at the sight before him. In fact, he quite enjoyed it when the Princess murmured more than two words to him.

"No need to apologise Your Grace. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?" he said looking down at her state.

The top buttons of her chemise were unbuttoned; he had not the slightest clue where her shoes had gone and her curls were more unruly than usual.

Frankly she looked as though she'd been bedded.

"Yes… to my chambers," she sighed.

THE WALK WAS SLOW, but Ser Harwin did not mind. He found the sight quite adorable.

Princess Y/N hummed along as she used the passing walls to stabilize her.

When they reached the door, the knight pushed it open, standing straight outside the threshold.

The princess mumbled a quiet thanks before entering her large chamber.

A few moments after she had shut the door behind her, he heard what he thought was his name being uttered from her lips.

"Princess?" her turned to the door, his hand frozen at the handle.

"Are you decent?" He called.

"Yes!" she answered rather quietly.

The man swallowed hard.

The room was exceptionally warm from the fireplace that burned brightly in the corner, casting the shadows of flickering flames over the princess's face.

He shut the door behind him.

"I cannot manage the strings of my corset…" She pouted.

The man's skin warmed.

He supposed that since it was now the hour of the wolf, it would be most unkind to awaken Her Grace's handmaiden to do such a simple task.

The knight removed his gauntlets laying them gently on the table beside him.

He cautiously approached the heiress. Her back turned towards him.

She tossed her pearlescent hair over her shoulder so it rested on her collar bone.

His nimble fingers unravelling the strings of the corset one by one.

The man tried to ignore the way his rough fingers grazed the softness of her skin every now and again.

The princess sighed deeply.

"Thank you, Ser Harwin."

The man grunted in response, afraid that his tongue might betray him.

The silver-haired beauty stalked towards him, eyes fixed; he had not realized that he was marching backwards until his head hit the wall with a thud.

"Ser Harwin…" She said. Her glossy lilac eyes peering up at him through her long eyelashes.

"Princess…" He whispered. Swallowing thickly.

She tilted her head to the side.

His eyes immediately fell to her exposed neck.

"Do you desire me?"

#a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #house of the dragon #ser harwin strong #harwin strong #ser harwin strong x black!reader #ser harwin strong x poc!reader #angst #fluff #laena velaryon #laena velaryon x reader #poc fanfiction #fanfiction

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gdragoon · 6 months

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STAY STRONG G-DRAGON #WeStandWithGDRAGON

#항상_지드래곤의_곁에_있습니다

#gd #gdragon #bigbang #g-dragon #big bang #jiyong #kwon jiyong #kpop

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writingsofwesteros · 8 months

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Viserys is at a loss with Khal Drogo’s sister.

He’s stripped of his clothing and his hardening cock is in her pretty fist. The gleam in her eyes is pudding him off. But… no one has gotten him this hard in a while. His hips buck as she spits on the tip of his cock and spreads it with her palm. She’s saying something in Dothraki, he can’t understand it. Yet it sounds degrading. Her lips are pouting and her tone is almost motherly.

“Oh… f-faster—“ he whimpered. Wait. Whimpered?

“Aww~” she coos.

Viserys bucks his hips and slaps her across the face with the hand she let go to touch him. The look she gives him only makes him angrier. She’s smiling at him “(You hit like a little boy. Is that what you are? A little boy? I don’t fuck children. Or is it that you want a mother? I can do that.)”

“What are you saying you whore?!” He starts to fight as she straddles him again. Only to roll him over, easily. Gods. She’s shorter than him and not that much bigger, how is she so strong? His shouts are muffled, then he gasps. Her palm comes down on his ass. Hard. Viserys is helpless as she spanks him and palms his ass, spreading his cheeks and humming thoughtfully. Against all his pride, he started to beg for mercy when her thumb started to push into his arsehole. He breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped.

She rolls him onto his back and binds his wrists with the reins of her lost horse. Tying the reins to her bedpost, she uses rope on his ankles. He’s still trying to fight her, even as his cock is throbbing from her manhandling. Drogo’s sister strips down. She’s beautiful, soft and strong all at once. His cock twitches and she giggles at it.

“Hard now. Wet. Ride you.” She’s grinding her wet cunt on his thigh as she says this.

Viserys is sputtering insults as she sinks down his length. She considers getting her bridle on him, but that will be for later. She wants to hear all his sounds tonight. The Prince has some satisfaction in watching her take his cock. He’s been blessed with length and girth, whores adore him for it. The Dothraki woman sighs happily as she sheathes him fully, sitting her plush bum on his stones.

“Good. Deep.” She starts to ride him. Slowly. It’s enough to tangle the insults on his tongue and arch his back. She’s angling her hips to take him in as deep as she can, and she’s clenching with purpose. Viserys moans loudly as she starts to pick up her pace. The bed is shaking violently as she truly begins to ride him and he bucks into her. There is cheering from outside her hut as he gets louder.

The men are listening? For how long? Did they hear him moaning like a bitch while she spanked him? How he begged her not to put her thumb in his arse?! He bucks harder, partly to regain some control. She will not fuck him, he will fuck her. He is the man. He is a dragon. She is…

“Dragon ride g-good,” she moans into his ear “my man now. Give baby, yes?”

…gods she is going to break him. He should’ve just let the savages take Dany and stayed at the castle.

She came first, clenching tight around him and gripping his hair in both hands as she fucks him through her orgasm. He cums with a yell and she doesn’t stop rocking her hips until he’s soft. But she doesn’t get off. She lays on top of him and kisses his face and chest “Good. Good. Strong dragon. Dragon sleep now. Good.”

M-Maybe he can stand it.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh they are hot together !! She really just takes him completely and he has to get over it. It's hard to fight when she feels so good ; he had never cum so quickly before.

#her prized dragon

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

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WE'RE STARTING SPOOKY SEASON EARLIER IM SOOOOOO EXCITED OMG

okay okay i wanna hear your opinion on pedro boys and what monsters they would be !!!!

LETS START SPOOKY SUMMER OFF RIGHT AND IM SO GLAD ITS WITH YOU BB thank you for sending this amazing ask in 🥺🎃 ✨

Okay…this is something I know we’ve talked about many times in our deep discussions but now that I think about the other boys I’m like “…oh shit” so here we GO LOL

Javi P: a type of were-creature, I love the idea of Javi having the ties to a Texas and Latino based monster and as someone who’s great tia swore she saw the chupacabra and then knowing there’s a monster/beast I’ve heard legend about living in the hill country, theres something familiar and close knit tradition about were-creatures based in local and cultural urban legends that fits Javi’s vibes about being so connected to his home

Pero T: yes he is a peak werewolf but I will say this until I write the fic but he is a lake monster, creature from the black lagoon style, he lurks likes his isolation and is aware to his surroundings. He would do perfect as a lake monster simply surviving as a grumpy hiding monster under the waves

Marcus Pike: DRAGON!!! Grand beautiful majestic creatures that hoard precious things? Marcus is all about the arts and seeing the beauty in everything, those vibes just make me think of him as this beautiful grand dragon that hoards art until he finds you his most precious treasure

Dave York: something demonic, he always reminds me of the Lucifer figure - this perfect soldier who followed orders until he questioned his existence and is now disillusioned and corrupt living on his own terms now

Frankie: my sweet werewolf boy, loyal big and forever protective and will bare his fangs whenever he feels threatens and has a bit of a temper, also can you imagine how COZY HE WOULD BE??

Din: ghost, he’s a ghost that’s simply living in this strange beskar armor but his spirit is so strong and righteous that it stays alive and haunts his armor. But he is tender and speaks with the softest whispers in the wind, like a echo you wonder if you even heard in the first place

Joel: a ghost like Din but a much scarier version, like a spirit of vengeance that is violent and fierce, powerful in its rage but a known protector that watches over anyone who walks home alone at night, he sits in the trees with eyes that are so dark they blend with the night

Jack: Vampire, suave a bit extravagant and luxurious and I only am doing this cause I want him to make all the stupid vampire puns and even has fake vampire plastic teeth he playfully uses from time to time, also can you imagine him slick gelled hair back super classic Dracula style?? 😮‍💨

Dieter: shapeshifter, he’s a man of many faces and many roles that you wonder if he even knows what his true self looks like anymore, goes into how he’s an actor and I think there’s so many layers to dieter that he keeps up to make sure no one truly knows him

Ezra: eldritch space creature, has many eyes speaks in many voices that seem out of this realm but he is kind and moves very gently. He is wise beyond his years and is interested in all things human, but like any eldritch creature it can be tricky and turn on a whim when need be

Javi G: Mothman!! Super sweet and chattery and is kind of an odd ball but simply wants to be left alone in the woods but remains curious about the world around him, holds a certain charm to him but is still a dangerous creature underneath it all

Wow I ramble away with these I’m SORRY

#this was written in my kitchen cause I got POSSESSED ERI #THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO MEEEE #also thank you thank you so much I love you wow #long post #Pedro boys #asks and such things 💌#Eri’s tag 🐝 ✨#e babbles #Pedro boys 🤎

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Snarry Recs: Holiday Edition

My love of Snarry combined with my love of holiday stories?? Well, of course I had to put together a most special rec list for this!

25 days of Christmas means 25 Snarry stories are needed! There's angst. There's fluff. There's smut. And everything in between!

Of Curse Scars and Christmastime

by avioleta (@avioleta). Rated E. 10k. Angst, with a happy ending.

Nineteen years later, Potter’s scar is acting up again.

Home for Christmas

by Cluegirl. Rated M. 6k. Humor. Drama. Disability.

Severus Snape has certain expectations as to how the Holidays ought to proceed. Harry does not seem to share them. Hijinks ensue.

Unenchanted

by cruisedirector & Dementordelta. Rated T. 7k. Fluff & humor. Domestic. Established relationship.

For the holidays, Harry wants to try living without magic, though Snape thinks this is a terrible idea. Snape may have a point.

Frivolity

by empathic siren. Rated M. 900. Mild angst. Romance.

Severus hates Christmas, but he loves Harry.

That Damnable Cursed Mistletoe

by EntreNous. Rated E. 2k. Smut & silliness.

Severus Snape usually avoids holiday parties. But this season, he's found a compelling reason to frequent them.

Gratia Plena

by Femme (@femmequixotic). Rated E. 18k. Mild angst.

Memories of a drunken kiss lead two lonely souls together at Christmas.

A Strong Connection

by gin_tonic. Rated E. 18k. Forced bonding. Drama.

A bonding spell hits Harry and Severus rather unexpectedly and changes not only the upcoming Christmas celebrations, but their lives, when they need to figure out how to get rid of it.

Come for Christmas / Came for Christmas

by GMTH. Rated E. 1k/3k. Smut. Humor.

Harry invites Ron and Hermione (and Snape) to come for Christmas. (+ sequel)

The Twelfth Night :: A Faerie Tale

by I Got Tired of Waiting. Rated E. 14k. Hurt/comfort.

He lives in solitude, stripped of the life he once knew, until one Christmas a new life comes to him, changing him forever.

Humbug: A Snarry Christmas Carol

by Jadizalove. Rated M. 22k.

Four meddling spirits offer one cranky Potions Master a Christmas gift of insight, and a second chance at love.

The Christmas Hate List

by Lizzy0305 (@lizzy0305). Rated E. 11k. Fluff & humor. Romance.

Most people have a wishlist for Christmas, but Severus Snape is not most people - he has a hate list. There are five things Severus hates about the season, but with Harry Potter's help, he gets reminded of the one thing he still loves about the Holidays.

Almost Well Thought Out

by made.of.bees. Rated T. 7k.

Harry/Severus Christmas fluff! It's eighth year and Headmistress McGonagall has decided there should be a Secret Santa for those staying over the holidays. Who does Harry get? Our favorite dungeon bat, of course! Cliched and fluffy, just as all Christmas stories should be :)

Tell Me You're Mine

by maraudersaffair (@maraudersaffair). Rated E. 10k.

Harry and Severus face their first Christmas together as a couple, but their problems go beyond picking out the perfect present. Severus is convinced Harry should break up with him, and Harry is convinced Severus is the only man he wants.

Honorary Christmas

by OldDVS. Rated G. 6k. Family fluff. Humor.

Snape goes to his first Weasley Christmas with Harry. Jumpers, Quidditch and dragons are involved.

The Nutcracker's Delight

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll) & rinsbane. Rated E. 17k. Crack. Fluff & humor. Truly a wild and fun time.

Severus Snape meets the Nutcracker.

The Great House-Elf Mistletoe Revolt

by pluperfectsunrise. Rated G. 2k. Humor. Poetry.

The Snape had no plans to stop Christmas from coming, To halt all the singing and humming and drumming, But he greeted it all with the grimmest of frowns, The lights and the bells and the bright paper crowns. He loomed and he fumed, complaining and stewing. He gloomed and he doomed. He'd rather be brewing.

…A Snarry Christmas rhyme.

Holiday Magic

by pluperfectsunrise. Rated E. 31k. A/B/O. Humor. Smut. Magical accidents. First time. Alpha Snape. Omega Harry.

To no one's surprise, Severus Snape has no particular fondness for Christmas. But when he and Harry Potter are trapped together in a sticky situation over the holidays, will he learn to embrace the Yuletide spirit after all?

Snark, How the Bells

by RoonilWazlibMalfoy. Rated E. 22k. Diagon Alley. Fluff & humor. Magical plant.

Severus Snape did not do Christmas. He ran a grotty little pub on Diagon Alley and he kept largely to himself. When Harry Potter stumbled into his pub, he began to realize that Christmas held a kind of magic all its own.

How the Snape Stole Christmas

by sparkin. Rated E. 2k. Humor & parody. Poem.

A retelling of the Christmas classic - Snarry style!

The Family Clock

by sra_danvers & suitesamba. Rated T. 2k.

Harry wants to spend Christmas Eve with his partner.

I'll Have a Blue Family Christmas Without You

by starduchess. Rated G. 4k. Angst with a happy ending.

Every year, Harry asks Severus to come to Christmas dinner at the Burrow with him. Every year, Severus declines. One year, Harry comes home early to a very unpleasant surprise. (NOT infidelity)

A Bit of Christmas Cheer

by suitesamba (@suitesamba). Rated E. 7k. Smut & shenanigans.

Retired Harry and Severus try to keep their age-induced missteps under wraps so the children leave them be. But a special Christmas potion gone awry threatens to upset the apple cart.

Of Sweets and Memories

by swtalmnd. Rated E. 2k. Dubcon. Underage. Candycane.

Harry was a curious boy.

Folie à Deux

by thesewarmstars. Rated E. 7k. Meeting the family (Princes.) Spinner's End. Friends to lovers. Homophobia Oblivious!Harry. Bottom!Snape.

My Snarry Holidays 2009 gift for torino10154. Basically, I took Torino’s prompt of ‘meeting the family’ and ran with it.

A Christmas Story

by torino10154. Rated E. 2k. Light angst. Romance.

Harry's Christmases over the years, with and without Severus.

#danpuff recs #snarry #snarry fics #holiday fics #christmas fics

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