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more-than-a-princess · 4 months

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Hi! Love your sonia characterisation and from your ooc posting, I see your tastes are great~ Can I ask the mun: do you have any recommendations for books or TV series? c:

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your kind words regarding my IC content and OOC ramblings, that's really nice of you to say. I'm happy to recommend some things (I admit I did a 'Stitch laughing maniacally on a pile of wreckage' when I got this ask because anon, I am not sure you know what you have asked to unleash!).

However, I wasn't sure if you were asking for recommendations for books/TV series that have directly inspired my Sonia portrayal, or recommendations of things I enjoy in general. With that in mind, I'm going to be sharing a long list of books, TV series, manga/webtoons, and story-based video games that I just happen to like.

If you're looking for media that has directly inspired my portrayal though, please send another ask and I'd be happy to narrow it down for you!

In order not to keep the dash tidy, everything is under a cut, with notes (some important, some just me making jokes) beside a few of them. I hope you find a new favorite book/series to enjoy!

Books:

General Notes: For book series where the first book title isn't the series name, I've indicated which book to start with, save for the historical romances because that's easier to find online and there's a lot of them. I hope that helps! Additionally, for all romance series, assume that there is some mention of sexual content in various degrees of description, aka. "spice." Depending on your comfort level of literary sex, I highly recommend checking out each title on https://www.romance.io/ for their spice level rating, at the very least. The site will also show you tropes found in each book as well as reviews.

Contemporary Romance:

The Time-Travelers Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

American Royals series by Katharine McGee

Crazy Rich Asians series by Kevin Kwan (way, way better than the movie! It's a trilogy, followed by China Rich Girlfriend and Rich People Problems. I'd highly recommend this if you are writing a modern wealthy character of East Asian descent. Yes it's romance, humor, and contemporary family drama, but it gives what's apparently a very accurate look at high society)

Spoiler Alert by Olivia Dade (if you are looking for contemporary romance with plus size heroines, you want to check out Olivia Dade! Also Mary Warren and for young adult romance, Kelsie Stelting)

Modern Royals series by Aven Ellis (start with A Royal Shade of Blue)

The Royal Runaway by Lindsay Emory

The Royal We by Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan (and its sequel, The Heir Affair)

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (this was better than Red, White, and Royal Blue, IMO)

Fantasy Romance:

Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas

A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas

Crescent City series by Sarah J. Maas

A note about SJM series: I highly suggest reading TOG or ACOTAR first, with the understanding the first three or so TOG books and the first ACOTAR books have a slower pace and are more about worldbuilding than anything else. Read Crescent City after these two (CC 1 is also a big, long worldbuilding book). You must read ACOTAR to read CC, but you do not need to read TOG to read CC (though you'll miss some of the references/easter eggs!).

The Empyrean series by Rebecca Yarros (Start with Fourth Wing)

The Shepherd King duology by Rachel Gillig (Start with One Dark Window)

The All-Souls Trilogy/series by Deborah Harkness (Start with A Discovery of Witches)

Historical Romance:

Don't Want You Like a Best Friend by Emma Alban

Love by Numbers series by Sarah MacLean (start with Nine Rules to Break While Romancing a Rake. If you finish this series and like her writing, move on to the Bareknuckle Bastards series and the Rules of Scoundrels series)

Spindle Cove series by Tessa Dare (start with A Night to Surrender. If you liked this series, move on to the Castles Ever After series and the Girl Meets Duke series)

pretty much anything by Lisa Kleypas (Bridgerton fans? This is how you get over your hangover/wait between finishing the books and/or Season 3. start with the Wallflowers or the Hathaways series, then move onto the Ravenels and the Bow Street Runners series. This is mostly historically the chronological order with crossover characters between the Wallflowers and Hathaways. Bow Street Runners is chronologically before Wallflowers but it's disappointing if you read it first, trust me!)

everything by Jane Austen. Just everything.

Series/books I'm in the middle of/currently on my TBR list so I can't recommend them fully yet but I'm actively reading them:

The Folk of the Air series by Holly Black (start with The Cruel Prince)

Letters of Enchantment duology by Rebecca Ross (start with Divine Rivals)

Crowns of Nyaxia series by Carissa Broadbent (Start with The Serpent and the Wings of Night)

Hades x Persephone saga by Scarlett St. Clair (Start with A Touch of Darkness)

The Shadow and Bone trilogy by Leigh Bardugo (and Six of Crows. And everything else: I've yet to dive into Bardugo's series)

A League of Extraordinary Women series by Evie Dunmore (Start with Bringing Down the Duke)

Royals series by Rachel Hawkins (start with Prince Charming)

Infamous by Lex Croucher

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

Deliciously Dark Fairytales series by K.F. Greene (Start with A Ruin of Roses)

TV series:

Downton Abbey (my love for this show runs deep. It changed my life!)

The Gilded Age (Carrie Coon deserves an Emmy for this at some point I s2g)

The Crown (Claire Foy is the best QEII, Elizabeth Debicki is the best Diana, Josh O'Connor is the best Charles)

Gossip Girl (original 2007 series, not the remake)

The Royals (the E! show)

Succession (Come for Brian Cox emotionally and verbally harass his children, stay for Kieran Culkin, Jeremy Strong, Sarah Snook, Matthew MacFayden, Conheads, and a Ludicrously Capacious Bag.)

The White Lotus (Tanya is ICONIC.)

Miss Scarlet and the Duke

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (If you like Miss Scarlet, I can almost guarantee you will like Miss Fisher. And vice-versa.)

All Creatures Great and Small (the remake)

Sanditon

Black Mirror

Skins (UK series only)

Sex Education

The IT Crowd (the creator is an ass. The show is eternal.)

The Great

The Sopranos

The Empress

The Fall of the House of Usher

Midnight Mass (arguably the best Flanagan series. Fight me.)

Marie Antoinette (2022 TV series)

Dickinson

Euphoria

Stranger Things

The Tudors

Versailles

Unforgotten

Endeavour (you don't need to have seen Inspector Morse beforehand but it helps contextualize where some of this cast ends up in the future! Endeavour is the best murder mystery show ever written, IMO. Unforgotten is a close contender for second place.)

Outlander

Sherlock

Mad Men

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

American Horror Story (earlier seasons are way better than the later ones)

Gentleman Jack

Ted Lasso

Emily in Paris

Pride and Prejudice (the 1995 miniseries with Colin Firth)

Books and TV (that is, read and watch both!):

Bridgerton (books by Julia Quinn)

Magpie Murders (books by Anthony Horowitz. One of my few book recs that isn't a romance! Horowitz is a wonderful contemporary mystery writer)

Webtoons/manga:

(Because some people prefer manga/webtoons to novels! I have read all of these on MangaKatana. Mostly fantasy romance and contemporary romance, several have been made into J or K-dramas)

Under The Oak Tree

See You In My 19th Life

What's Wrong With Secretary Kim?

Like Wind on a Dry Branch

Marriage of Convenience

Father, I Don't Want to Get Married!

We Are Not Ourselves Today

An Hour of Romance

Innocent (The sole historical drama over here. Every sex and violence trigger warning you can imagine applies to this manga. It is also one of the most beautifully-drawn and intriguing stories I've ever read. Rose of Versailles fans, this is for you: this is your fave but darker.)

Marry My Husband

Video games with excellent storytelling:

(mostly. These are primarily otome games, mystery visual novels, and horror visual novels):

Zero Escape: The Nonary Games (there are three games in this series: 999, Virtue's Last Reward, and Zero Time Dilemma)

AI: The Somnium Files (There are currently two games in this series, AITSF and AITSF: Nirvana Initiative. Zero Escape and Somnium Files are basically required to play after Danganronpa. I said what I said: the storytelling is better)

Code: Realize (The best storytelling of all otome games, hands down. Do not watch the anime: it sucks. The first game is the best and really the only one you need to play. The other two games have okay side stories and are mostly romantic continuations of the first game's routes)

Collar x Malice

Cupid Parasite (mostly for the last two routes, though: if you're using a walkthrough guide. Generally much lighter than your usual otome...save for the last two routes that serve to break you.)

Higurashi no Naku Koro ni (you could watch both seasons of the original anime if you really want to, but the games are better)

Umineko no Naku Koro ni (Note: please keep in mind this was written 10+ years ago in Japan, especially when you get to the Big Reveals in the final game. There are Some Takes that would go over poorly today. Like Code: Realize, do not watch the anime: IT SUCKS.)

Spirit Hunter: Death Mark

Spirit Hunter: NG (You don't technically have to play Death Mark first but it makes one of the endings far more impactful if you do!)

Honorable mentions:

Hakuoki (so many routes, so very long! But if you like Japanese history around this time, you may like this)

Olympia Soiree (good on the more mature content, bad on some of the LIs giving me pause like 'this is not a good romance idea')

Amnesia: Memories (I'm not a fan of the female main character or two of the LIs. At all.)

Piofiore (Similar complaints as Amnesia.)

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #(Doing a Munday post today for my daily queued offering!)#(I've wanted a place to write down everything I recommend to read/watch/play and this ask was a great place for it)#(Thank you anon!)#(I'll link this in my bio too for future reference)#(LMK if you end up loving anything from this list!)

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anxi-aashi · 3 months

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SJCKEBCEJGNF I LOVE YOUR WRITING BABES! Honestly your pirate series and giving childe a bj was hot omg- Can I request like Husband! Childe x Wife! Reader? Like childe wants a another kid or smth even thought they have so many XD and just you know breeding reader or smth- Ajfjehfjrjff anyways you're amazing!!!!! love you :>>>> <33333

a/n: TYSM this took me absolutely way too long to finish BUT im officially on spring break now so hopefully I'll be able to write some more again!

cw: breeding (with intent), praise, fem!reader, fingering, kids (derogatory), not proofread, lmk if I forgot anything!

At last, your crotch goblins were asleep.

It felt like years had passed just trying to get them to settle down after dinner, much less convince them to get into bed; your youngest spent about fifteen minutes arguing with his dad in the bathroom before finally brushing his teeth.

And yet, as you and your husband wandered past the doorways of all five of your kids, watching them sleep without a care in the world, you felt a sort of contentness fill your chest knowing you’d probably have to do it all over again the next night.

While watching your third shift in her sleep, drooling, Childe joined you, resting his head atop yours and rubbing a palm on your arm soothingly. “Phew! That took forever,” he remarked in a whisper.

You snickered along with him and turned to meet his eyes. “You’re pooped, too? Thought you were all about the thrill of danger.”

He snorted softly. “Right, nothing more dangerous than five gremlins who napped a little too long after lunch.” His gaze slipped to your third behind you, now passed out flat on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s follow their lead tonight, hm?”

With that, he led you to the room you both shared. The two of you went about your nightly routines in comfortable silence, you brushing your teeth while Childe picked out something for the two of you to watch together before bed. Or at least, you thought he was.

Childe was not doing that. Instead, he watched you, his wife. Wife. It still hit him every now and then that you were his, no matter how long you two had been married. What did you see in him that made you say yes when he proposed? When he first asked you out? He’d probably never know.

He knew what he saw in you, though. And somewhere in that long list of qualities (that he had written on his phone), was your pussy.

The same pussy that birthed his five kids. The same one that got so wet every time he whispered something filthy in your ear. That hugged his dick so perfectly.

Fuck, he was hard. And you were none the wiser, simply rinsing the toothpaste from your mouth like normal.

Childe’s eyes trailed down to your ass as you bent over the sink. Down your legs, up to your stomach covered with the fabric from your fitted tank top. He pictured it— remembered it— stretched out and swollen, round with his kid growing inside. You had looked so good pregnant. Every time.

And suddenly, he really wanted to see you pregnant again.

Hands snaked around your waist as you washed your face, drawing your attention to the mirror in front of you. “Hm, what’s up?” you asked his reflection.

Childe remained silent, opting to take his time feeling you up instead. His hands idly roamed around your stomach, grazing the sides of your breasts, leaving tingles of goosebumps in their wake, until finally landing on your hips and pulling you flush against him.

A squeak of surprise escaped you, a question close behind, but the motives behind his behavior became clear when you noticed his hard-on nestled snugly between your ass cheeks. “Ajax! You can’t wait five minutes for me to finish here?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he mused, ignoring your protest.

You bent over to rinse the soap from your face. “‘A while?’ Did you already forget how you practically jumped me the other day after the kids went to school?”

“I mean since we had one.”

You paused at his clarification, standing up straight to meet his eyes through the mirror.

He had that look in his eye— one you had seen many times before. Five times, to be exact. Childe smoothed his hands over your hips, the pressure combined with the dull throbbing of his cock against your ass making you dizzy. “You always look so beautiful carrying my baby. Let me give you another one?”

You forced yourself to think around the growing arousal simmering in your blood. “You want another baby or you just want to get me knocked up again? Pretty important difference, there.”

His grin was devious as one of his hands migrated to slide into your panties. “I think six is a much better number than five, don’t you think?” A finger grazed your slick folds. Childe’s grin only grew wider. “Kinda feels like you agree with me.”

You tilted your head to lean against his shoulder, relishing in the sensations of his fingers teasing your sex. “Please,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. Ever the gentleman, your husband transported you swiftly to the bed, wasting no time pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs while you rid yourself of your top. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull his face to yours, lips meeting in a messy kiss.

Childe ground his hips into yours, sending waves of heat pulsing through your limbs and encouraging more slick to seep from your cunt. He moaned into your mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy as impatience and need had you panting rather than meeting his lips. You were hot, so hot, desperate for any sort of attention that would soothe the steady ache building in your core, that when he finally dipped a finger into your drooling cunt, a loud moan ripped from your throat.

A hand slapped over your mouth, muffling any further sounds you made. Childe panted down at you, panic and lust etched into his face. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, “Don’t want to wake the little ones up, do we?”

You shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to keep fingering you.

“Good girl.” His finger slowly pulled out of you, only to sink back in up to the knuckle; again, again— another finger joined— again, again, until the steady pace he set had your pussy singing his praises in lewd squelches.

Grateful as you were for the stimulation, it wasn’t enough. You brought up a hand on top of his that covered your mouth, lifting it up just enough to gasp, “Please, please, want you inside me, wan’ you to fill me up.”

The dark chuckle Childe let out was almost patronizing. “Aw, my fingers aren’t enough for you? So impatient tonight,” he cooed, curling his fingers up to tease your g-spot before pulling them out.

“Don't worry, I’ll fill you up soon.”

And soon came faster than you expected. This time, you’re thankful that Childe’s hand was still so close to your mouth, otherwise the whine that you let out would’ve had you answering some very concerned questions from your kids. His cock sunk into you with ease and without warning, and you were suddenly reminded of how whole you felt when he gave you the piece you were missing. A shudder rippled through your body as he rolled his hips into yours, rutting with a need that you could tell was out of his control.

But just as it was starting to feel good, he paused, moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to fold you into a mating press before you could complain at the loss of movement.

With your cunt bared open to him in the new position, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with ease, grazing by the gummy spot hidden within your walls with every pass. Childe hissed in a breath when he felt you squeeze around him, hips stuttering into a steady pace that gave you no room to breathe.

The room was getting hot. Or maybe that was you? Childe always did have the nasty habit of fucking you out of your head, and now that he had a purpose in mind, you had a feeling you were going to be walking a little funny the next day.

Every slam of his cock sent your knees knocking into the mattress beside your head. Every slap of his balls against your ass as he filled you to the hilt with every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Every filthy thing your husband uttered without shame triggered another wave of slick to coat his cock, making it all the more easy for him to fuck you however he wanted.

“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again,” he panted. “I hope it's a girl— your tits always look so— hah— so much bigger with a girl.” The bed was creaking. “We’re gonna get it right on the first try, ‘kay? Not wasting time with a negative test. ‘M just gonna have to fill you enough tonight so that it takes. And you—” A hand of his left your thigh to swipe vigorously over your swollen clit. Your back arched, mouth dropping open with a whine. “--- You, are gonna cum as many times as you want. Got it, sweetheart?”

“A-jax,” you whimpered. “I— gonna—”

“Ohh, already?” he crooned. “Go ahead, cum on my cock. Want you to feel good while I knock you up.”

Your first orgasm of the night ripped through you, the coil in your stomach snapping. This time it was you who covered your mouth the block the gutteral moan that threatened to make itself heard. The walls of your pussy clamped down on Childe, a small squeak accompanying the juices that spurted around his dick as he worked you through your high.

“Fuuuck, yes, just like that. So good, mmmh.” A bright flush glowed from under his pale skin, covering his face and sweat-soaked chest. His thumb stopped its assault on your clit to catch a dribble of your cum that slid down your ass.

You were almost a little disappointed when he didn’t offer it to you for a taste, but the sight of him licking it clean was more than enough to make it up. And enough of a distraction from the steadily building overstimulation of Childe’s cock still, albeit slowly, rocking into you.

A tear slid down your cheek, prompting Childe to lean over you to lick it up as well. He propped himself up by your head, his tongue dragged lightly across your cheekbone, then followed up with a multitude of kisses around your face. He finally reached your lips, rewarding you with a languid kiss, rimmed with the tang you recognized from your cum.

Against your lips, Childe continued to mumble praises in between sloppy kisses, each sentence egging him on to chase his release. “You taste so good.” His warm breath graced your mouth as he spoke. He was too close, too warm, you were too warm, the heat radiating off the both of you so palpable you swear you could touch it. And it was his fault. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful. Mother of my kids.” A hand of his drifted down to palm your tummy, pressing down until you could both feel his dick rearranging your guts beneath your skin. “Feel me here? That’s where I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so much it’ll be dripping out of you and I’ll just have to fuck it back in.”

You yelped as he buried his head into the crook of your neck to better focus on drilling his cock into your g-spot. “Ajax!”

“Fuck, yes, say my name. Say my name. Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, Ajax, it’s yours! ‘S your pussy— please cum, please, please,” you sobbed.

“‘M almost there, almost— ” he cut himself off with a groan. His thrusts turned sloppy, steady pounding shifting to erratic jackhammering before his hips stuttered, and he pushed himself to the hilt again before spilling his load into you.

You sighed in bliss, basking in the warmth settled in your belly. As Childe caught his breath, he picked his head up to look at you quizzically.

“You didn’t cum again.”

You shook your head with a raspy laugh. “It's ok.”

Inside your cunt, you felt his cock twitch. He arched an eyebrow at you. “You’re right, it is. You’ll cum again soon anyways.” Childe slid out of you, making you whine at the loss before wrapping an arm around your waist and carrying you with him as he sat up, plopping you in his lap.

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

#snail.writes #snail.answers #childe smut #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut

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parvulous-writings · 1 month

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It may come to absolutely no surprise to you but.......I have a preference to Halsin in BG3.

If you have any desire to write some fluff......If I could gift this man some honey comb in a jar with a handkerchief wrapped around the top, and there is a duck stitched on the corner of the cloth. I would. Cuz I really wanna. 💕

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Notes: Honestly, I do not blame you! Who couldn't love this big bear of a man? He's amazing! Takes place after the main game plot <3 My requests are currently open, though limited! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

Halsin Silverbough - Archdruid and friend to many - was an absolute sweetheart, through and through. It was no secret that this strong hulk of a man was not only reasonable when it came to conflict, but actively sought the betterment of those around him. He sought it so actively, in fact, that he rarely ever left time for himself. He was always so ingrained or focused on what he thought needed to be done to right what wrong he could, that he gave little thought to when he may need to just take a step back, and relax. So, you took it upon yourself to give him the opportunity to.

Of course, being the lover of the Archdruid comes with some perks; one of those being that you knew everyone within the Grove. One of the younger druids, a young halfling named Barnan, had taken up beekeeping once the druids had re-settled, and that gave you the perfect idea for Halsin's little treat. "Good morning, Barnan!" You greet the shorter figure as you approach, glass jar in hand. Barnan jumps, startled by your somewhat sudden appearance. "I was wondering if you could lend me a hand.." You chuckle lightly, as Barnan recovers. "Oh, but of course-" He says quickly, patting down the apron that he so often wore over his normal plain clothes. "What is it that you need?" He asks you, a smile starting to spread over his face.

"I was hoping to get Halsin a little something... He's been practically run off of his feet again recently, and I think he deserves a treat..." You explain, not getting too into all the details, but giving the Halfling enough to know that it was important to you. He nods enthusiastically, turning to the shelves he had pitched up outside his little shack; "Let me see if I have anything that might take his fancy..." He muses, tapping gently at his chin. "Actually, I had something in mind already..." You gently tell him, and as he turns, you hold up the glass jar you had brought with you. "Halsin likes honey - I was wondering if one of your hives could spare some honeycomb for him?" Barnan blinks, then begins to nod, reaching for the jar. "Oh, but of course, of course! Let me take that for you..." He then pauses, looking at the jar for a moment, almost... Concerned. "Are you quite sure this will be enough..?" He turns his gaze back to you for a moment. You seem almost shocked - that was one of the larger jars you had found. Though, looking at it now... You supposed Barnan had a point - Halsin naturally had a large appetite. "Do you have a larger jar?" You ask after a moment's pause, and Barnan grins. "I wouldn't be a very good beekeeper if I didn't, now, would I?" He replied, making you laugh. "I'll grab one for you," He tells you as he hands you your jar back. "Wait here, I shan't be long.." You nod and move to take a seat on a stool Barnan often sits on in the morning - he loves his spot here, with a perfect view of the morning sun.

The breeze is lovely; warm and inviting, and carrying the many scents of the various wildflowers that are nearby, that grow all over the grove in fact. Branan really knew how to pick a good spot for himself to stay - and an even better for his beehives. There wasn't much that you considered 'perfect', but this place? A place so gorgeous, and the home of those you held so dear? This was perfect, without a doubt. Lost in your thoughts, you're unsure of how much time actually passes whilst Barnan retrieves some honeycomb for you. When he returns, he's carrying in incredibly large jar in his arms. "You're in luck," He pants to you, as he places the filled jar on the grass by your legs, "There was a fair deal of surplus comb in all the hives - I really should be keeping on top of them more, this far into summer... Ah well, I just suppose the days have been getting away from me!" He laughs. You chuckle along with him. "Thank you, Barnan... I really appreciate this..." You get to your feet, leaning down to pick up the jar with both hands. "Oh it's no trouble, no trouble at all... Give Master Halsin my regards!" "Of course - I wouldn't dream of neglecting to mention your help," You muse. "Have a good day, friend." You smile at him, and Barnan gives a nod, still smiling warmly. "And to you, my friend."

And with that, you start the short walk back to yours and Halsin's shared quarters, deeper in the Grove. It's always a pleasant walk - whether it's in the middle of the day, or the dead of night. During the day, you're greeted with polite 'hellos' and 'how are you's', and at night, you get to bask in the blissful sounds of nature as the world sleeps. By the time you manage to get back to your shared space, Halsin is already awake, half dressed, and lumbering out into the near midday sun. He stretches, basking in the warmth the light blesses him with, as you quickly try to hide the jar behind your back, not quite ready to give him the gift. "Good morning, my heart.." He greets you, smiling lovingly down at you. "I see you did not wake me..." He muses as he moves a bit closer. "May I ask why?" "I just thought that you deserved a bit of a rest... You haven't given much time for yourself recently, and I think you should." You reply, nodding as you spoke. Halsin starts to nod with you, humming quietly in agreement. He could find no fault in your answer. He starts to chuckle lightly; "Sometimes I feel like you know me better than even I know myself," He tells you, opening his arms and stepping forward for a hug. You quickly duck under his arm, spinning round before he can see the honey pot you're concealing with your torso. Halsin's head turns, trying to catch up with where you've flitted to, his expression portraying his almost comical bafflement. "My love..?" He starts, trailing off mid-sentence. "No you haven't done anything." You quickly clear up for him, giving him a smile of reassurance. "Then why do you dodge my embrace, hm?" "I have a surprise for you," You divulge, your tone almost cheeky. "And it'd be an awful shame to ruin it." Halsin can't help but laugh a little bit at this - he thinks himself almost foolish for so quickly jumping to the idea that you would recoil from his embrace, and your audacious tone did also amuse him so. "Alright, I shall... Let it go, this time." He teases. "I hope that the surprise will be ready before this evening, so I may embrace you at least once today..." "It will, it will... So long as you actually let me go continue preparing it.." You tease, and Halsin bows his head a bit in laughter. "As you wish, my love..." He murmurs. "I shall leave you to whatever antics you've managed to entrench yourself in today... Just don't get into trouble." He warns, only half joking. You roll your eyes playfully at him, before ducking inside, and out of his sight.

You're quick to rummage through what belongings you have to find the sewing kit you keep, mainly for clothing repairs, picking out a larger needle than normal, alongside some yellow thread. You set to work carefully, threading the needle carefully through the corner of the cloth that covers the honey jar, keeping it safe from bugs and other wandering hands. The little image comes together rather quickly and with a splash of other colours - a dash of black, and orange - you've finished your little project, and before you sits a embroidered duck chick. You admire it for a moment, proud of it. You know for a fact, that Halsin will love this - even if you weren't as proud of it as you were now, he'd still love it. You push yourself to your feet after a moment or so of making sure that you're satisfied, making your way out into the sun again. You shield your eyes with one hand, cradling the jar in your arm much like a baby. It doesn't take you long to find Halsin, knife and woodblock in hand, carefully chipping away at the carving he's started. You stroll towards him, smile growing on your face as you wait for him to notice you. "Ah, my heart..." Halsin starts, his gaze still focused on the block of wood as he carves. "I thought today may be a good opportunity to finally set about making us some new utensils.." He tells you, before finally glancing up. His jaw goes a bit slack, before he starts to laugh. "This was your surprise?" He asks you, as you present the honeycomb to him. "It is indeed... Do you like it?" "Like it? My love, I'm not quite sure how to express my thanks... You really did mean it when you thought I deserved time for myself, hm?" "Oh, I wouldn't say something I don't mean... I know better than that.." You muse quietly. "Barnan also sends his regards..." You grunt softly as you move to sit beside him. He leans over to you and presses a kiss to your cheek, and you can feel the smile still on his lips. "I shall thank him when I see him next..." He tells you as he moves to take the cloth-lid off of the jar, pausing to chuckle at the embroidered duck. "And I presume this is your handiwork?" He asks you, turning the corner of the cloth slightly towards you to show you. You nod at him. "Such a small detail..." The elf muses, smiling as he ran his thumb over the stitches. "Thank you, my love. Truly." He takes off the cloth, placing it on his lap for later, and before you can say anything else to him, his hand is in the jar, grasping for some of the sweet comb inside. You can't help but laugh at the sight - but you knew there was nothing you'd be able to do to stop him. He ignores you, choosing to focus instead on crunching down on the sweet treat you'd procured for him. He practically groans as the taste hits his tongue, and your grin stretches ever wider. "Enjoying yourself, my love?" You ask him, and he nods hurriedly as he takes another mouthful of honeycomb; you start to wonder if it's even touching the sides at this point. "Slow down, you don't want to eat it all in one sitting, do you?" You tease, and at this, he does slow down a little bit. He pauses for a moment, honey dripping off of his hand and into the jar as he finishes his mouthful. He then brings his hand towards your mouth. "Open," He prompts gently, and you comply, soon tasting the same sweet honey you had gifted to your partner.

As he pulls his hand away to eat the rest of the honey stuck to it himself, you give another quiet chuckle. "I didn't think you'd want to share this treat - I wasn't expecting you to." You tell him, and he picks up another chunk of comb, handing it to you. "I know you didn't expect me to. But with you, my love, I would share all of nature's bounty... It is not for one person to hoard it to themselves, it is to be shared and revelled in.." He says, rather sagely, as you bite into the crunchy snack he had bestowed upon you. "I didn't know you felt so strongly about honeycomb." You teased him, smirking as you did. "Of course I do. And don't talk with your mouth full." He playfully chides, gently bumping his shoulder into yours. You both lapse into a comfortable silence after that, sharing the honey and gazing out on the landscape that you call home. It's a peaceful moment, and one that both you and Halsin will certainly treasure for a very, very long time.

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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do you have any pornstar dbf!bucky thots👀

The Video

I've had this thought in my head all damn day and I just needed to write it. I'll link this piece on both my Dad's Best Friend!Bucky master list and the Pornstar!Bucky master list because I don't want to choose.

Consider this the piece I wrote to celebrate my birthday today 💗 here’s to 23 with you lovely folks! 🥂

Pairing: Pornstar! Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is in her mid 20’s, Bucky is in his late 40’s), vaginal fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, praise kink, mentions of rough pornography, dirty talk, pet names, degradation

Minors, do not interact

Avoiding Bucky had never been your plan, purely because it would’ve been a fucking stupid one. Realistically, it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid someone who probably spent more time at your house than they did their own. When he wasn’t at ‘work’, your father’s friend seemed to spend his time at your house, mowing the lawn or polishing your mom’s car or watching some pointless sports game with your dad.

You’d never really questioned what Bucky got up to for work. You imagined growing up that he must’ve practiced a trade since he was always the one your father called to fix the kitchen sink when it sprung a leak or tinker with the garage door when it became difficult to pull down.

Now that you were fully clued in however, it all made painful sense why Bucky had been so evasive when you had come right out and asked him what he did for work the year before you graduated from college.

“What do you think I do, sweetheart?” He had asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his soft, pink lips.

“I have no idea, Buck! You seem to have as much free time as you like, I just don’t understand how you pay the bills.” You had mused, sitting in your own garage on a work bench, swinging your legs in front of you, secretly hoping that Bucky would notice just how cute and tiny those shorts you were wearing are. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t look up from under the bonnet of your dad’s jeep.

“I guess you could say I’m self-employed, angel. I pick and choose the jobs I want. I have plenty of offers.” He tried to keep it as non-descript as possible, dodging the question rather than lying about it.

“I bet you do, you seem good with your hands.” He could tell by the genuine innocence in your voice that you truly had no idea. You weren’t leading him to answer one way or another.

He huffed out a laugh as he grabbed the rag beside him, wiping the oil from his hands, muddying the white cloth with the dark residue. “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.”

It all made perfect sense now though, scrolling through picture after picture on your phone. Every drag of your fingertip brought a fresh wave of video thumbnails, each somehow more obscene than the last. The titles certainly weren’t much better.

Pictures of beautiful young women flooded your screen. Some had their makeup thoroughly ruined, mascara tracked down their cheeks and a fucked-out look in their eyes. Some were on their knees, their hair grabbed into a rough ponytail while they rested the tip of a cock on their tongue. Some were bent over, evidently ‘trapped’ under their bed with their ass in the air.

Curiosity got the better of you, after ignoring a warning from your brain that this might be an invasion of Bucky’s privacy. It was all posted on the internet after all, it’s not like he could keep it a secret forever.

One video caught your eye, titled ‘James Barnes fucks tight brunette, HUGE cumshot’. The crude objectification made you wince a little but the short snippet of video that the thumbnail provided you with seemed a little bit gentler than the rest.

Skipping the first few minutes helped you feel like you weren’t too invested. This was research. Plain and simple nosiness. You had no intention of watching this for any purpose other than to see whether Bucky Barnes had perfected his craft or not.

“Shit, that’s it. So fuckin’ pretty like this.” The voice from your phone was familiar but so much lower than you’d ever heard it before; so deep, you could only have described it as a growl.

The girl whimpered, almost pathetically. You couldn’t blame her. Bucky wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination and judging by the reaction of the woman he was buried inside, he managed to hit all the spots he needed to.

You’d heard fake moans before. Hell, you’d made plenty of them yourself. Enough to know that the woman you were watching wasn’t orchestrating hers for the benefit of the camera. No, those were real. Right down to the trembling thighs either side of Bucky’s narrow hips.

“You have no idea how perfect you feel. Tight and wet and warm. You take me so fuckin’ well.” You watched as he slid inside her, painfully slowly. Admittedly, her body did take him well, letting him sink in until he had nothing left to give. This poor woman was already looking somewhat blissed out, begging him to fuck her but that’s when you skipped forward to about a minute before the end. That same woman was now clawing at his muscular back, whimpering and sobbing delightfully while Bucky pounded into her. He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, letting the same filth tumble from his lips.

“Oh baby, you sound like you can’t take any more. Are you done?” He was so condescending, it made your gut tighten with lust, a dull throb settling between your legs but the woman only shook her head.

“Good girl. God, ’m so close. You’ll never get enough, will you? Just a needy fucking slut for me. Gonna have you all cock obsessed. Bet you’ll think of me every time you touch that pretty pussy of yours from now on. You’ll be begging to see me again.” Bucky sounded wrecked, finishing his sentence with a drawn out, low groan. Within a couple of seconds, he had pulled out, splashing his seed all over the woman’s tummy, pearlescent spend rolling down her sides and onto the sheets while some pooled on her heaving chest.

Over the next few days, you tried desperately to get what you had seen out of your head. You tried hard, you really did. Perhaps it didn’t help that late at night, you found yourself going back to watch more. Perhaps it also didn’t help that you found your hand drifting under your panties as you watched, taking care of that familiar throb that seemed to turn into an ache when you watched for too long without touching yourself.

Dodging Bucky was simple enough but you knew you couldn’t keep it up forever. Hiding in your room couldn’t become a hobby just because you found out your father’s best friend, the older man you had been so innocently crushing on, was a porn star.

The first time you bumped into him though, it was game over. He could tell just from the way you looked at him that something was up, or rather, the way you couldn’t look at him.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked, watching you make yourself look busy in the cereal cupboard late one afternoon after he had walked into your kitchen. You saw him coming and very obviously tried find any excuse that meant you wouldn’t have to talk to him.

“I’m fine, looking for cereal.” You replied, your head almost buried in the cupboard.

“Well, I hope you find it. If you can’t see it from there, you’ve got a problem. I bet your nose is practically touching the box, you’re so deep in there.” He sounded too damn amused and it only made you more embarrassed. This really was the last thing you needed. “Why are you avoiding me, honey?”

There it was. You were called out.

“I’m not!” You tried to sound sincere but you weren’t awfully successful; you knew even as you were saying the words that it wasn’t going to fly.

“Mhm, and the fact you saw me coming has nothing to do with how you’re buried shoulder deep in the cereal cupboard? Don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’re avoiding me.” In hindsight, you maybe could’ve handled that a little bit better but now here you were, pulling yourself back out and forcing some painfully awkward eye contact.

“I’ve seen the videos.” You mumbled, looking away and making yourself busy with your nails.

“Okay.” He dragged the word out a little, slowing it down and only adding to it’s gravity. “And? You’re an adult. You know what porn is. Things don’t need to be weird but if you’re uncomfortable having me around, I can leave you alone.”

“No, you don’t have to, I don’t have a problem with it. It’s all just very… Rough?” You weren’t really sure this was a conversation you wanted to be having, shame burning in the pit of your stomach because clearly you’d just admitted to watching more than a video or two.

He paused for a second, nodding his head, the couple of light grey hairs at the crown of his head glinting in the light. “You’re right, sweetheart. It's a little rough at times. That’s not my preference, that’s the script I’m given.”

That made sense and somehow settled you just a little. “So you just stick to the script?” You quiz, holding eye contact with him again for a few seconds before it got too intense.

“For the most part. It doesn’t tell me what to say, that’s all up to me. It just gives me direction. It’s a running order of the scenes we’ve agreed to shoot. Most of those videos certainly aren’t a representation of how I would want to fuck if I got the choice.” His lips were curled in a soft smile, watching you lap this all up.

“A-and how would you want to fuck if you got to choose?” You couldn’t quite believe you’d said it but apparently you did because the question hung in the air longer than you might have wanted it to.

“Well sweetheart, that depends. I’d treat a pretty little thing like you a bit differently. I’d have to be slow with you. Really ease you into it. I bet I’d have to spend a lot of time working you up to take me. I think I’d start by giving you my tongue until I can slip a finger into you. Then a second finger. Maybe a third if I think you can manage it.” He could see the effect this was having on you. You’d wanted to imagine it while you’d watched his videos but you couldn’t bring yourself to fall into the fantasy. Now he was dragging you into it.

“Then I’d put you on your hands and knees. I’d tell you to rub yourself while I press inside you, so slow you’ll be begging me to give you all of me. And when you’re at that point, ruined and desperate for more, I’ll fuck you nice and slow. I’ll have you just as addicted as those other girls but with a kinder pleasure. I’d tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’ve wanted to kiss every inch of your skin I can. I’d tell you how gorgeous you look when you cum and how it’s better than I ever imagined.”

God, this was something close to a dream come true. “I-I’d like that. That sounds… Nice.” Words were really failing you, hoping this was a genuine offer and not just some hypothetical situation that would never play out.

“It does sound nice.” Bucky huffed out a laugh. “It sounds real fucking nice. I shouldn’t want my best friend’s daughter cumming around me. I know I shouldn’t. I know I think about it far too often but nothing gets me off the way you do.”

Your breath caught in your throat, an embarrassing arousal throbbing its way around your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. Heat blossomed in your chest, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some sick joke.

“I want that. But I don’t want you to be too gentle. I want you to fuck me the way you want to fuck. Not what you think I need.” Your confidence almost caught him off guard and he didn’t expect to find it as sexy as he did.

“God, you’re a tease.” He muttered under his breath, crossing the short space between you both to crash your lips against his. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the difference in size almost making you shudder because you’d never felt this small against a partner.

His lips were soft, his hands wandering seemingly everywhere at once and it was so much to take in. Fuck, it was perfect. Intense and hungry but not overwhelming.

“Bed, Buck.” You pant between fervent kisses before he’s grabbed you by the back of the thighs, helping you wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room.

You both had your clothes stripped off in a frenzy, not giving much thought to anything other than the way your lips slotted together. Your bottom lip felt perfectly at home between his teeth, the slight pain of his bite only making you moan.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispers, tugging your panties off and groaning when he realises how slick they are already. “Fuck, I should’ve known how bad you’d need this. It’s always the ones you least expect.”

His breath feels so hot on your neck, littering the skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, panting tiny groans against you while his fingers slide over your core.

You’re wet and messy, aching with a need you didn’t know you were capable of. “Oh sweetheart, I could slip right into you. You’re soaking wet for me. God, you’re a dream.”

“Buck, please. I want your tongue later. P-please just fuck me first.” You could hardly manage a conhesive thought with the way his fingertips played with your body ever so gently, alternating between rubbing little circles on your clit and teasing your hole with the tips of two fingers, pressing them in just to the first knuckle.

“This is wrong, sweetheart. So fucking wrong. I shouldn’t get this fuckin’ excited hearing you beg for my dick but it’s all I’ve wanted for months.” His voice is just as low as you heard in those videos, dripping with arousal.

“The only thing ‘wrong’ here is the fact you’re not inside me yet.” You giggle quietly, rolling over and presenting your ass to him, exactly how he had described earlier.

Whatever self-control he had was gone. Long gone. The sight of you offering your slick, hot core was more than enough to ruin him but the way you watched him over your shoulder with an excited smile almost had him trembling with need.

“This is wrong.” He whispered, lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance, grunting at the feeling of the wet heat.

“So wrong.” You repeated quietly. “S-so fucking wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.” You were breathless already, pressing yourself back until his tip had just slipped inside you. “We shouldn’t need this as badly as we do.”

Bucky’s groan was beautiful, watching as you shifted yourself back to allow the rest of his length to slide slowly into you.

“You know damn well what you’re doing to me.” He sighed, looking away from the sight of his thick length gliding home. “Play with yourself. I won’t last long this time sweetheart but trust me, I’ve got all night with you.”

You’d never seen him this wrecked so early on in any of his videos so you did as you were told, letting two fingers circle your clit the way you often did when you watched him slide into those other women.

You heard him take a deep breath, pulling back out as far as possible without slipping out before pressing back in again, dragging a soft groan from both of you. This was everything you’d both longed for and more.

His huge hands squeezed the cheeks of your ass, admiring the how soft and plush it felt under his touch, dragging himself back out only to press back in, earning another groan.

You could’ve taken this forever, enjoying the way his tip nudged that delicate spot inside you while your fingers worked exactly how you like them to. This was bliss in its truest form. This was the passion you had craved, the gentle touches and soft praises but accompanied by an all-consuming pleasure.

“Faster Bucky, please.” You whined and hell, you looked like a goddess, fallen forward onto the bed, so consumed by sensations that you wanted to have no control over and he could recognise that so clearly.

“Tell me you need me.” He panted, speeding up his thrusts, letting each one land beautifully before forcing himself momentarily from the heat of your body once more.

“Oh God, I need you. I need you, Bucky. I need you to fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. It feels so good. I’m gonna cum for you, I just need more.” You couldn’t help but sob, drowning in the litany of groans and curses falling from the older man lips.

Your fingers worked faster, in time with the thrusts you were receiving until it all come crumbling down around you. The knot in your tummy tightened unbearably, your heart pounding as the sensation took over entirely. It was a perfect release, your body clenching and tightening rhythmically while you sobbed the ecstasy into the pillow under your head.

“Oh good girl, that’s it. Cum nice ‘n hard. O-oh God.” You vaguely registered Bucky coaching you through your orgasm before reaching his own but unlike any of his videos, he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside you, pressed as deep as he could go. You felt the weight of his seed inside you, the position allowing it to drip deeper, pooling at your cervix and the thought alone made you shudder.

“My God, that was…. Wow.” He laughed, kissing down your spine before pulling out and flopping onto the bed beside you.

“Yeah… Wow.” You giggled, kissing his cheek and curling up against him, not really worried that you were both a little sweaty.

“I meant it though. I’ll be gentle with you later. I’ll take my time with you. I just needed that.” He kissed your forehead, running a hand down your back and damn, he certainly wouldn’t hear you complaining.

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iznsfw · 3 months

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Perhaps it's only fate that you're the one to have caught the eyes of the three school belles.

Jang Wonyoung—young, rich, tall, beautiful are the words everyone use to describe her. After all, it's all part of her lifestyle as the rich chaebol daughter. However, you know one more adjective that's special to you only—bratty.

"Hi Daddy, I'm not wearing any underwear today. No bra, no panties, all bare underneath these pesky clothes right now. Can we skip classes, please? I'm so wet and needy for you already..."

Kim Gaeul—stern, composed, firm. It's in her to be like that—student council presidents aren't known to be lenient and kind anyway. However, she's got you wrapped around her finger(s) [and strap] every time you're alone with her—that's where she's very... kind to you.

"Mm, that's right, babygirl. Ride Mommy's strap just like that, suck Mommy's fingers just like that. God, you must've needed me so badly, hmm? So needy that you're already making a mess of my lap? It's a good thing Mommy likes you, babygirl. Now cum, cum for Mommy to watch."

An Yujin—cheerful, bubbly, and a joy to be with. It's her nature to be such an oversized puppy—"social butterfly" is what she is, and as your tutor, not only is she the saviour of your grades, she's always around to be a listening ear and a pick-me-up when you need it. However, here's the thing—you're her favourite tutee too, and it shows.

"Mm, fuck, honey, you're so wet already... fuck, it just excites me so much knowing that I make you drip like that. How does my tongue feel, honey? Do you like it when I eat your pussy? I can't wait until you're squirting all over my face, fuck..."

If all of them called you for a fuck on the same day, which of the three do you think you'd pick?

Or are you going to be naughty and book all three of them on the same day? Or worse... at the same time? ;)

Love you, dear.

So I finally got to this.

Wony, Yujin, and Gaeul are my triumvriate—I love them so much I'd crack my own neck if they told me to. But okay, I'll give you a run-down and ranking of who I choose:

1. Wonyoung

I'm a sucker for daddy kink and Wonyoung's whole self screams that she likes it, too. She's very charming, composed, and beautiful—and she knows it. So she likes to use it to her advantage to get what she wants: a punishment.

That's my favorite trope: the misattribution of control. That's why I write about it all the tine. I could be throwing Wonyoung around in the sheets thinking I'm in charge but really, she's the one who holds the reins.

Wonyoung, marry me. You may or may not be topping (heh) Gaeul in my IVE bias list

2. Gaeul

I'm a Gaeul stan before a human. The first IVE fic I wrote was about her. She takes a more submissive role in my fics (not for long...) but I honestly think she's a soft dom. If ever, she's the kind whose degradation is a little sweet-sounding.

I love the kind of woman who could just kill me. I hope—

3. Yujin

She's the muse for The Devil's Telephone obviously, and I love her. I could definitely hear that dialogue in her voice and it's so hot but I have to put her in third because she's up against Gaeul.

Maybe I'll take them both. Then Wonyoung for later. Best for last.

This Frisky GOAT level ask makes me want to yell. I love you, Sins.

:woman_bowing:

#ask #sinswithpleasure #my love #i

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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Santa Claus has been (George Russell)

A sneak peek into Christmas in the Russell household

Note: english is not my first language. Before New Year comes around, let me get the holidays is somewhat of an order!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Do we have all the supplies we need?", George questioned as Arthur set the glue down, "yes, we're ready, daddy! Can you help me make sure I'm writing it correctly, please?", the little boy asked. While Olivia was fine to write on her own, Arthur had started second grade a couple of months before, and sometimes he still had a little slip here and there.

" 'Dear Santa, my name is Olivia Russell, and this year I have been a good girl. I have always helped mummy and daddy around the house, and I only hurt my brother, Arthur, once and it was an accident because I didn't think I was that strong when I threw the ball at him. ' Do you think that's good, daddy?", your daughter wondered, wanting to know her father's opinion.

"That's good, darling. Now you go on to tell him what you'd like to get from him", George praised, turning his attention back to Arthur's letter, "That's good, well done! Just this one here, it's two 's' and not just one", he pointed to the spot in the paper.

"Are you and mummy also writing a letter for Santa?", Olivia asked once she was finished, hands already holding glue and glitter as she bedazzled her letter, "Me and mummy got eachother a gift and that was it, we have everyhting we need already", George said as he kissed both of their heads, "but I do think Santa is bringing something for mummy as well, but it's a secret between me and him, so you guys can't tell her!", he mused.

"Do you think he knows we're coming?", Arthur wondered as you walked along the Christmas themed park.

"Of course he does, daddy spoke to him, didn't you?", Olivia reasoned back with her brother, "he told us he knew him because he spoke to him!".

"Does daddy know Santa, hm? I didn't know that!", you looked at your husband, quizzical look as you silently wondered where the kids got the idea.

"Daddy knows a lot of people, don't I?", George urged as they walked, winking at you as you made sure you didn't lose anyone in the sea of people, missing the way Olivia apologetically looked at her father, whispering "sorry, daddy!", as she realised she nearly outed her father's secret.

"The line isn't that long", you commented, seeing three families in front of you, "I have your letters here", you fished them out of your bag, handing them to each kid who held onto them.

"Do you think he'll remember us from last year?", Arthur wondered, "well, you two have grown a lot, maybe he'll have some trouble first", you reasoned, not sure what to say and knowing the kids would ask the person in the red and white costume.

"You guys are next!", a young woman dressed in her elf costume clapped, "do you have your letters ready?", she added.

"Merry Christmas! Oh, look at you! What are your names?", the old man in costume asked as he received them inside his house.

"I'm Arthur", your son said, sitting in the bench as his sister followed, "and I'm Olivia!", your daughter cheered, "and that's mummy Y/N and daddy George!", she introduced. "We wanted to bring Maya and Winston", Arthur explained, "but mummy and daddy said that they could get scared so they stayed home, but they're out family too!".

"Do not worry, my friends, I will make sure I leave something for them when I go by your house, I'm sure they've been good this year too", the man winked, gathering them so they could take a picture and talk a little about what they wanted for Christmas.

Leaving things for Santa

"So, we have cookies we baked, a glass of milk if he's thirsty, and then some carrots for the reindeer!", Arthur said, checking if nothing was missing for your visitors.

"Now we have to go to bed, or else Santa won't stop here!", Olivia said, putting a few extra cookies in the plate.

After putting the kids to bed, you and George began to work on your plan. Grabbing the boots, you sprayed them with oil and then dunk the sole in flour, attempting your best to create footsteps, "it's not snowing outside though", George pointed out, wiping the remnants of flour in hopes of making it realistic enough, "Lapland has snow and he still had some on his feet", you shrugged, continuing your task while he filled the stockings and put the big presents under the tree.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, a tiny thought came to your mind, "love?", you called, checking if your husband was still awake.

"Yes?", he acknowledged your call, "I wrapped all of the presents with the same wrapping paper. Which means our presents on the stocking and the presents from Santa Claus are going to be wrapped in the same paper. And we have very observant children!", you hissed.

"We'll just say that Santa's Elves and daddy and mummy have the same taste", George cuddled you, rubbing his lips on your forehead, "sleep, darling, you and I both know we'll need it as much as we can".

You slept for about four, five hours, you guessed until you were woken up by footsteps.

"I heard the door, they're coming here", you groaned into your pillow, feeling George's arm around your waist squeezing you closer to his body, "you're just listening things, darling", he replied.

"Oh yes? Why did you wake up too, then?", you snickered, looking the moonlight peaking through the curtains, "the sun is not even out, George, my goodness", you muttered, snuggling further into your husband as you heard the door open, "Winston can't do that", you grumbled, "neither can Maya", George reasoned with you, making you both groan in unison, "it's the kids".

"Mummy, Daddy", Arthur was the first to speak, "we think Santa has been already, we heard his footsteps on the roof!", Olivia said as she climbed in bed with you, "can we go and see? Please!".

"Don't you guys want to wait a little bit? Warm up in bed with us?", you attempted, hearing the huff from both kids, "we really want to go, mummy, please! We can sleep later!", Olivia reasoned.

Getting up and grabbing a fluffy robe, you and George followed the kids, seeing the grey cat look at you weirdly, "they probably just heard you, Winston, there isn't actually someone else in the house", you petted him as he followed you to the living room, seeing Maya at the corner of your eye who huffed, not understanding why her humans were up that early.

"You can go to sleep, Maya, although they're probably going to start squealing soon", George petted her caramel fur.

"HE HAS BEEN! LOOK, OLIVIA! He ate all the cookies, and the carrot is bitten!", you heard your son excitedly say as he looked for his presents with his sister's help.

"It's your genetics that make them get up this early, I think I'm still asleep", you murmured against your husband's clothed chest, hugging his waist as they unwrapped and gasped at what they got, "my genetics also make them incredibly cute, along with your genetics that make them irresistible, so that's how we do this", George kissed the top of your head.

"Mummy! Santa thought you were a good girl this year, too, look! You have a big present!", Olivia said, "Oh, I'm the best girl, specially for being up at this hour!", you chuckled.

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chand-ki-priyatama · 1 month

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Ek khat mere "PYAR" ke naam

Ek khat meri "JAAN" ke naam

Uske naam jiska ab tak naam Tak nahi pta

Jisse na mulaqat huyi na baat huyi....

I don't know what you are like , cause we haven't even spent a moment together , so this letter will be my inner monologue...

Ye khat mere ishq ke liye , my everything , my muse , my poetry .....

From me Kaya ek kaviyitri aur lekhika

If you are reading this letter Jaan then I already know that I am pretty sure about you.... I even wrote it in my journal but in the fear that I can lose it so thought of posting it here.... It will be preserved here

Dear muse,

So how's life ,I am not sure about my age then but I'll take it as somewhere in my twenties. I don't know how many people did I have to go through to reach you....

I tried to find you in so many faces but at the end "GOD" always saved the day....

Cause my soul was meant to cling with yours....

Cause Kaya is meant to be yours....

Also am I still the same irritable , clingy , over possessive , overwhelmed and what not.... One thing I know is that my love for reading and writing would be same....

And future Kaya I hope you have achieved the dreams you saw as me.... I hope you conquered all of them....

You know the most beautiful thing about time is that it passes...

And the most heartwrenching thing about time is also that it passes....

I don't know how I met you but whatever the reason was I thank that reason.... I cherish you for forever..... Also did you see my journals as I always thought that my future partner will get to see them...

Pretty vague isn't it....

I can't believe that I am penning this down sitting in my room while you are somewhere doing something else....

I hope I am a "HOME" to you and so are you to me.... It's not necessary that home is a place, it can be a person too where I can be unapologetically me , where no one will judge me for who I am..... And so I always wanted to be a home to someone....

I don't know how you look physically but you must be very handsome I am not saying this by fluke cause I know you have the most beautiful soul ever , soul like yours was specially crafted by "GOD" , to meet mine , to intertwine with mine....

I always connected myself to moon cause why be someone's sun when you can be their moon and light up their life in the darkest hour...

Whenever you see the stars and moon remember that they bind me together with everyone and whenever you feel alone just look at them somewhere I am doing that too...

They bind me to you....

Whenever I'll look at the moon or the stars they'll connect me to you...

I wrote many things about eyes and I believe then too I believe in the art of eye contact... When I'll look in your eyes I wanna drown in them drown to my death and for once I don't want to find the shore I wanna drown in the depths of them and die....

I am clinging to the only hope of harness in my life which is filled with darkness... That's my dreams , my aspirations and the hope of finding you otherwise I would have died way back....

I hope I told you each and everything about me , my reasons for my nature , I hope you managed to remove my mask of outgoing , bubbly , talkative af girl and managed to see the broken beyond repair girl....

Being the way I am everyone always thought how my life is perfect but I had my own share of difficulties , I had my own problems....

I hope I make you feel loved I make you feel like home and I hope , I am a person to you with whom you can be yourself and you can share anything with me....

I wanna do many things with you like watching sunset , having a golgappe eating competition , writing with you , reading books to you , playing aankh micholi with you , going on a hiking trip with you and the list goes on.... Whenever I say I wanna do something with you just ask me - what not Kaya you have a huge bucket list....

But how can I not wish all this with you , you make me feel prettier than a sunset..

"How can I love you in a usual way

You are unusual reserved

Prettier than the stars

Brighter than the sun....

Love you are the moon to my dark sky...

Love you are like water to my parched mouth....

You are the died flower between the pages of my book...

And I want you to be only mine..."

I want our love to be forever for an eternity where even all this seems small....

After death the human brain lives on for 7 minutes replaying all the memories, please make my those 7 minutes blissful and peaceful....

I want to click many Polaroids and pics with you then we'll do journaling out of them together....

And I hope I didn't forget to give you the bracelet I made for you....

And although I believe you are a reader , but if not I would have made you one by now , if you are my man it's mandatory to be a reader but ofc no pressure (🔪)

i wanna be the one you rely on I wanna be the one you turn to whenever everything is a mess...

Aur fir mai to "Chand Si Mehbooba" hu...

क्या यही प्यार है,

हाँ यही प्यार है

दिल तेरे बिन कहीं लगता नहीं

वक्त गुजरता नहीं

This is my POV for you..... <3

You know you are my"kuch nahi" whenever someone asks "kya soch rahi ho ?"

Now imagine me playing a guitar and singing this to you accha don't imagine I'll sing cause I'll be there when you'll be reading this....

The day we met

Frozen I held my breath

Right from the start

I knew that I'd found a home for my heart

Beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

i hope you liked this song cause these are my feelings for you.....

I'll love you till the end of time...

You are my muse love you are my poetry the poetry I tried writing so many times...

And I think my love for you can't be described in words it's pure very pure....

And please take my heart and never return it to me for it was ever yours , ever yours to break , ever yours to love or caress....I won't dedicate songs to you cause I already made playlists for you....

And if I ever say something in my anger please ignore it my rage is harmful but I can never stay angry on the people I love...

I love you like rain loves the land inevitably it falls for ground everytime and so will I do I'll always fall for you in every universe in every metaverse in every situation in every reality....

I want to give you a bone crushing hug....

I wanna kiss you senselessly , aimlessly and passionately....

And great now -

"I am homesick for arms that have never held me"

You see Jaan , I'll love you till all the stars in the universe burn out but you know it's a lie cause I'll love you even after they burn out...

If the stars burn out I'll give you my moon..

If the moon dies I'll give you my sun

Heck I'll give you my everything even my universe and will find you in every reality...

So if you ever think of running away from me trust me you wouldn't be able to cause we are both bound to each other by the red string of fate....

"In the Quiet nights I love you

In the rainy plights I miss you

The spilled ink of my pen miss you

The parchment of my heart wanna kiss you"

I have always been an eternal part of you , you might be somewhere but I don't know where , it's like you are near yet far and it's a fact bizarre...

I love you like Ava loves Alex

Like Bridget love Rhys

Like Jude love Cardan

Like Naina love Bunny

Like Anjali love Rahul

And then we'll set an example

Like Kaya love her Jaan....

And now I think I have spoken enough

So signing off Jaan

With love always,

Kaya

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queers-gambit · 1 year

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Can you please write something where the reader (the same reader in your series) is spending memorable time with her grand sire and he asks her “will I be remembered as a good king”. 🥺

oh, my heart! yes, my love, this was too good to pass on and i need a bit of a reprieve from my life. thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i do you justice!!

note: it got a way angstier than anticipated and i'm sorry, but i promise it works, and there's "plenty" of fluff.

3 Times He Didn't, 1 Time He Did

prompt: by day, she's the attentive granddaughter Viserys deserves in his failing years, and by night, she and her husband wipe away each other's tears.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader and grandfather!Viserys x Velaryon!granddaughter!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.9k

note: this can be considered part of the [ WPMP series ]

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. lmfao it has smut, too, 'cause why the fuck not? author projects really, really, really hard. broken family dynamics. mild violence. half edited. ❗️PLEASE NOTE ❗️- this story will contain certain details about the emotional turmoil pertaining to caring for ailing family members. please, value your self-comfort and do not engage if this topic triggers you. i love you, i empathize deeply your pain, and there is no shame in scrolling away. sometimes self-love is the realest love.

The room was quiet, soft in the early morning before the sun rose and anyone had time to wake-up and ruin the peace. Your head was left on your husband's bare chest, snuggled in the crook of his neck while one of his calloused fingertips traced over your skin in light patterns. One of your hands laid against his breast, gently raking your fingernails around his nipple as your eyes had trouble focusing due to the burn for sleep.

Aemond sighed deeply and tightened his arm so you were pulled closer to let his lips press against your forehead. Peaking up to gaze over porcelain skin, you smiled and reached to caress his jaw, asking, "What're your plans for today, my love?"

"I've lessons all bloody morning, training this afternoon," he mused, "and perhaps, dinner with my wife this evening?"

"Are you asking me?" You cooed gently.

"I am," he chuckled. "Whatcha say? Hmm?"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you, love," you promised with a whisper, "I shall find you later in the day, yes?"

He nodded, hand tight over your hip, "And your plans? For today?"

"Oh," you smiled gently, "um, well, I was to visit Alicent for tea and breakfast, then... Well... Okay, look, just promise you won't get upset."

"Depends," he spoke honestly, "how bad is it?"

"Well, it's not bad, per se," you worried gently, unable to meet his eyes so you just nuzzled closer into his neck, "but it might make you feel something."

"'S all right, pet, just tell me," he nodded, cheek grazing your forehead.

"I'm visiting with Viserys today," you spoke softly. "Your Mother told me he had requested to see me - "

"He doesn't name names anymore," Aemond pulled back to stare down at you incredulously. "My love, you thought I'd be upset that Father has asked to see you? By name? No, no, my sweet girl," he smirked gently, reaching to caress your jaw and cheek, "that's something akin to a miracle."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, love," he nodded but dropped the smile in confusion. "What did he call upon you for?" He guided your head back to his chest, making you sigh lightly as you both relaxed once more.

"Alicent did not list specifics, only that he wanted to see me."

"Hmm."

"I'll tell you what he speaks of, but in truth, I worry he'll forget about his request by the time I arrive."

"If he does, I'm sure seeing you will still brighten his day," Aemond cradled you closer in his arms. "Surely, you brighten my days, my sweet girl."

You chuckled, feigning annoyance as you stretched against him, "I forget how clingy you are in the mornings."

"We're both going to be busy today, pet. Let me savor these last moments before we are both exhausted from the day."

You hummed, reaching to hold his cheek and nuzzle your nose up his as your chests pressed together. "Well, who could say no to that?" You breathed, leaning in to kiss his lips slowly. His arm constricted around you as the other shot up to hold your own cheek, smoothing skin under his thumb. "We should rise," you whispered.

"We've time," he promised, moving to lay you on your back to hover over you. His unbound silver locks cascaded around his shoulders, hanging to gently tickle your skin as his hands grabbed at the meat of your hips and waist, slowly dragging up. You quickly reached for him, bringing him in closer as your thighs squeezed around his hips to keep him anchored. His lips moved with yours in a searing kiss and the moment a hand seized the meat of your breast, you both moaned as his bare cock twitched to life against your moistening cunt.

"Oh," you gasped when he started to dryly hump into you, just feeling your wet heat; your body; the way you felt under his hands. "Love, I-I... Shit."

"What do you want, my love?" He purred against your lips, still just teasing you justly; hips swirling to smear the gathering wetness. "C'mon, tell your husband, pretty girl, you know I love pleasing you."

Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth to hold in the slew of purely animalistic, wanton moans. "I just want you," you managed to whisper, trying to preserve some dignity. "All of you, Aemond," you smirked gently, reaching for him again, "and maybe if we're lucky, our efforts will not be in vain. Hmm? Maybe this time will stick."

"Surely," he mused, swooping in to press another kiss to your lips while grabbing a handful of your bottom to encourage you to move slowly with him. Sure, the pair of you had gone a few rounds the night before but in truth, you often craved sex when your cycle was soon to start - and your husband lived to please you.

He had no trouble then settling one of your legs out with a hand locked to the back of your knee, keeping the other leg close on his hip as he guided his stiff cock into your cunt. No foreplay needed, you were ashamed to admit you might've woken with a slick between your legs; and for some reason, his light touches that morning had made your spine tingle. Aemond seethed gently as he pushed further into your tightness, securing his hands over you - sure to leave bruises behind - and letting his forehead drop to yours.

His moans and groans were music to your ears, the only thing you wanted to hear the rest of your life.

You felt like you were slowly being spit in two but in a deceivingly pleasurable way. You clung to your husband with tight hands, encouraging him to drop into your neck as his hips rutted against yours. His balls were pressed against you with every painstakingly slow stroke, both of your mouths open to brush your lips together and breathe as one.

"Oh, oh, Gods, wow, okay, fuck-fuck-fuck," you whined when Aemond had to readjust to better thrust into you as his orgasm was quickly mounting, caring little for your own as you craved his seed in your womb. Though, you weren't opposed to the mounting pleasure that coiled in your stomach.

A faster tempo was met just as a knock at the door sounded - making you gasp lightly.

"Ignore them," Aemond panted above you. "I've got you, Princess, focus on me. Just on me - fucking look at me."

You nodded with another breathless whine, holding his neck as he let his lips meet yours; pushing his tongue into your mouth to sloppily slide together with yours as teeth gently knocked around from his frantic ministrations.

There was another fucking knock.

"FUCK OFF!" Aemond snapped, glaring at the door; silver locks swinging as he never faltered in his thrusting. The gushing squelching sounds filled the tense air around you, your giggle following after.

"C'mon, love," you whispered with a smirk, reaching to caress his stones and give a light (but increasingly tightening) squeeze. His head snapped back to look at you, picking up his pace mindlessly. "Please, put a baby in me, Aemond, please. I need it."

"Yes," he grunted, "it'll take this time, I know it," he panted, thrusting into you harder so your hand had to let go to let his balls slap into your moist center. "Keep makin' those pretty fucking noises, pet, c'mon, please," Aemond smirked, licking at your lips, "know they drive me fuckin' crazy, hmm? C'mon, my love, make me a Daddy." When your pupils dilated, he repeated in a hiss, "Make me a fucking Daddy."

Aemond, usually a man of little words, loved to hear your voice above all others and liked to surprise you with his surprisingly suave dirty talk. So, after a flash on insecurity, you were encouraging him harder, faster, your thumb hooked in his mouth as you reminded him only he could make you feel this way, and that if he wanted to be a Daddy, he had to fill you to the brim. He was so close and one more surprise squeeze of his stones had him cumming in your cunt with a shout.

"Oh, fuck," you panted, nodding at him as he tried to sit back but couldn't. So, with reluctance, he pulled out only to crash into your side, panting lightly against the crook of your neck. You happily snuggled closer before he was perking up to grab a set of pillows and insist you lift your hips. He had you lay down with it under you after hearing rumor it would help his seed take to your womb easier.

Gravity and shit.

It was a blissful few seconds before the knocking at the door sounded yet again, Amira shouting, "Are you both quite done, yet!? Fuck's sake! Some of us have responsibilities to attend to!"

"Oh, for the love of the Gods! We're seeing to our marital responsibilities, Mira, fuck off for a few more hours!"

"I know you're not talking to me like that, boy! I don't care you're a Prince, you can still - "

"Hey, okay, come in, Amira! Cut it out!" You called back with a chuckle, pulling the sheets closer to you both to save her from seeing more than she wanted (or needed) to. When she stepped in with a glare, you laughed, "Are you quite done, yet?"

"Tell him to behave," she slitted her eyes.

"Behave," you mused to Aemond, knocking your hand back to his chest - making him scoff in humor.

She sighed, "Well, do I come back or what? Are you ready to get your day started, or not, Princess?"

"Sun's not even up, Mira," you whined, head crashing to the arm Aemond had under you.

"Viserys wakes early and naps early," she shrugged. "You're also to take tea with the Queen, so, uh, get up."

"Surely you can give us an hour to rest," Aemond refuted.

"Or getting up now would mean riding your sleepless-high only to go to bed early tonight," she shot back.

You groaned, "She has a point."

Aemond sighed, leaning in to let you peck his lips before watching you climb from bed - bare as the day you entered this world. He watched you get ready from the safety of the bedsheets, bidding you a good day when you meant to leave his side. With a small pout, you whispered you loved him and would find him for dinner, hearing him hum in agreement before you kissed him in parting.

After you met with Alicent that morning to break your fast together, you let her escort you to her husband's chambers. She warned you, as she always did, that Viserys' mind and body was deteriorating; watching you nod in understanding before opening the doors.

When you slowly entered, Viserys was very much awake, but only offered a cautious, confused look. "Alicent?" He asked nervously.

"Good morning, Lord husband," she greeted softly, laying a hand to your back. "You know your granddaughter, Y/N, don't you?"

"I have a granddaughter?" He whispered through a haggard breath.

You frowned, "Yes, Grandfather, my name is Y/N... My mother is Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, my child," he smiled, eye only half-open. "My daughter."

"Yes, I am Rhaenyra's daughter," you softly explained. "I'm your granddaughter."

"Oh," he breathed, "that is good."

"Yes," you whispered, slowly stepping towards his bedside. When you sat beside him and took his withering hand in your own, you couldn't help but whisper, "Don't you know me?"

But he didn't answer.

"Why don't you read to him, sweet girl?" Alicent offered, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes.

You nodded and fought down your emotion. She handed you an old, leather-bound book; waiting until you started reading the passage to vacate the room. It was where you remained for a time, and when the Maester's came in, Viserys visibly tensed.

"No, no," he refused Milk of the Poppy, "I don't want to sleep, I want to listen. Th-This sweet girl is reading to me."

You frowned slightly before nodding to the Maesters, "Leave it, I will make sure he has a dose if the pain exceeds his comfort."

"Of course, Princess."

You continued reading, and to your surprise, Viserys even asked a question or two. When tea was brought in, he let you help him sit up in bed and ask, "Do you want to sit in your chair, Grandfather?"

"Oh," he panted, "n-no."

"Okay," you agreed. "Do you want your tea?"

"Please... An-And would you read to me again?"

"Of course," you nodded, holding the back of his head to help him take a sip of the tepid drink. "Do you want the same story? Or a new one?"

"Same one," he nodded, eye slowly drooping. You frowned, gulping down your emotion at the sight of his depleting energy.

You took your position again, and read from the same book. You would watch him on occasion, slowly realizing his energy was depleting. "Grandfather," you stood to your feet, "it's time for your medicine."

"Is it?"

"Yes," you nodded, glancing out the window, "it's almost sundown, do you want to eat something first?"

"Oh... Perhaps?"

"Okay," you smiled, knowing he didn't eat all day from lack of appetite. "Okay, good, do you want anything special, Grandfather?"

His head shook and you nodded, leaning in to kiss his wrinkled forehead, promising to be back in a minute. You easily located a handmaiden and told her to fetch the King his supper - watching her head off before returning to Viserys' side.

"Do I know you?" He asked, being the one to take your hand. "Your face is a familiar one."

"Yes," you nodded, thinking he knew you, "yes, yes, Granddad, it's me. It-It's me - it's Y/N."

"Y/N? No, I-I don't think so. Y/N is on Dragonstone. Where she belongs."

"No, Granddaddy, it is me," you whispered, squeezing his hand, "I've been here, in the Red Keep - and I'm here with you, now. It's your Y/N, it's me, Granddaddy, please..." Your voice broke with desperation.

He was quiet for a few beats, making you think he might've dozed off, but then he asked, "Y/N? You know my Y/N?"

"I am your Y/N. Granddaddy... Please."

"No, I don't think you are."

You sighed, "Okay, all right. Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," he considered, "yes, I think so. Are you the new nurse?"

"Sure," you agreed, knowing sometimes, it was easier to agree with what his mind told him instead of trying to change it. "I'm here to help you."

He nodded, "Thank you. Not everyone is so gentle."

You frowned, "They are rough with you?"

"Maybe not as nice as I'd like," he admitted. Your heart cracked down the middle.

When his dinner was brought in, you made sure to lay a cloth napkin across his chest before spooning bits of stewed vegetables into his mouth. A bit of ground of chicken with rice, too; side of smashed apples with it; all of which he accepted with little fight.

As the sun slowly sank, you handed off the plates and platters to the handmaiden before pouring Viserys' medicine in a small chalice. Again, you held the back of his neck to then tip the drink over his tongue, and when you laid him back, his eye was already closed.

"Would you come back...? Tomorrow?" Viserys wheezed, voice dialed to a meek whisper.

"Of course," you promised. "Goodnight, Grandfather. I love you."

He did not respond because he did not know you - but you didn't mind. You were used to this by now, his flighty memory. At least he could remember your mother, his daughter, Rhaenyra, and his wife, Alicent; though, his other children were lost to his mind.

When you moved through the castle, you felt your emotions bubbling like hot stew in your stomach. Forgetting your promise to seek your husband, you ventured to your rooms instead; slamming the door shut and letting the sobs overtake you as you only truly meant to only take 20 minutes to regroup and get your shit together. You just wanted to be alone, digest all that had happened; all you felt.

It's where Aemond found you about an hour later, your form already changed for bed; nestled under a blanket on the floor before the fire you had stoked to life by yourself. His brow furrowed, slowly approaching you as if a skittish deer; asking gently, "Love?"

You sniffled, glancing up at him, "Oh, uh," your eyes cast back to the fire, "did I miss our engagement?"

"Well, yes, but that's all right," he took a seat beside you. "Something happen today, my sweet? Why the tears?"

You nodded sadly, admitting in a whisper, "He does not know me... Not anymore. I don't think he'll know me for quite sometime... If ever again. My name is familiar to him, maybe my face in fleeting moments, but I saw today that... That he does not know me anymore."

Aemond sighed and let his hand drag up to hold the back of your neck, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as your emotion was overwhelming for a moment.

"I've got you," he promised.

"What if that becomes us?" You asked in a whisper. "What if we get to that point, Aemond? Where you don't even know me? What if I don't know you, anymore? I-I don not think I could bear if I ever forgot you!"

"That won't happen. Ever, not in this lifetime."

"How do you know?"

"Because I would always recognize my heart," he replied fiercely - no changing his mind. "You are not so easily forgettable, my love."

"We cannot stop time," you almost growled, pulling away. "He did not plan for this - to waste away into nothing as his brain melted into soup! T-To forget the family he built - the country he's protected and lead through peace. He did not ask for this, there was no stopping it, either. What if that happens to us?"

He sighed, leaning his head to your own, whispering, "Our children will never let us forget our love. We will teach them the meaning of family and we will never have to worry about when we are aged and forgetful."

"We've no children, Aemond."

"Well, yes, not yet, but I've faith," he smirked. "I do not mean to downplay what is happening, but I've watched him whither into this state for years. I understand it can be jarring, I do not mean to take away from your fears or worries or pain... But there is nothing we can do now, love, but ease his passing."

You sighed, nodding, "It's just..."

"It's sad," he agreed, cradling you to his chest. "Are you hungry?"

"Think I've lost my appetite," you admitted, "though, if it makes up for tonight, maybe we can have breakfast tomorrow before I go back?"

"You're going back?"

You nodded. "Maybe you'd like to stop for a visit?"

"Perhaps, we shall see," he sighed, pecking your forehead. "Bed, my love?"

"Please," you whispered, letting him help you stand and make for the bed. You settle in comfort as he changed under your heavy gaze, leaving his chest bare with only a thin pair of trousers on for sleep; literally hopping into bed beside you. "Oh, Aemond! Gods!" You groaned through your laughter when he jostled you both around the mattress.

"Hi, love," he sighed, conforming around you to press his body to yours.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry for today..."

"Don't be," you reached back to caress his cheek, "it is not your fault. I want to be there, he deserves kindness at his end."

"He does," he agreed, "and who better than my sweet girl?"

You chuckled, "Hush, it's been a long day. I want to sleep."

"Hmm," he considered, sighing, "all right, fine, I'll fuck you in the morning, then."

"You're insatiable."

"Good thing you love me like this," his grin was felt against the shell of your ear.

For months, you would dedicate three-to-four days a week to visit Viserys which slowly morphed into you fully-caring for him on those days. He was calmer with you, and though he didn't know you in full, he still felt at ease under your gentle hands.

"Good morning, Granddaddy," you greeted softly.

"Is it morning already?"

"It is," you nodded, "do you want to sit up?"

"Yes, please," he wheezed, wincing when you had to practically heave his body up - his strength not up to par anymore. "Is there tea?"

"Yes, of course," you rushed to get him a cup, returning and nursing it to his mouth. As the morning went, you felt Viserys' eyes on you from time to time and tried not to let it unnerve you as you had opted to read one of your textbooks to him - doubling your time to study.

"Do I know you?"

You looked up, sighing, "Yes, Grandfather. I'm Y/N, your granddaughter."

"No, Y/N's with her mother," he chuckled some, "but you do look like her. Do you know her?"

"I do, actually," you chose a new tactic. "She sends her love and regards, my King."

"Oh, she's always been a very sweet girl," he half-smiled. "I miss my family. Are you my new maid? My new nurse?"

"Yes, Your Grace," you whispered, reaching for his hand. "Is there anything I can get you?"

But like a timer-reset, Viserys' eyes turned confused. "Do I know you? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"Your Grace, it's Y/N," you tried once more, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Please, Grandfather, it's me. It's your sweet girl - it's Y/N."

"How can that be?"

"I married Aemond, I married your youngest son," you explained softly. "I live in the Red Keep with you, with your family."

"No," he wheezed, "no, no, my family is not here - Dragonstone. They're on Dragonstone!"

"No, Granddaddy, y-you have family here, too," you rushed. "You have a wife - "

"Aemma."

Bowing your head, your forehead rested on the back of his hand as you had to hold your breath to restrain your emotions. Sniffling, you looked up to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, Granddaddy, Aemma... Your wife."

"My love."

"You had a child, didn't you? Do you remember?"

"Oh," he sighed, "my daughter. M-My daughter..."

"Rhaenyra."

"Yes," he smiled. "Yes, Rhaenyra. Where is she?" His eye opened and turned to you, allowing you to, once more, stare straight into the decaying flesh of his face. His eye darkened in confusion, "Who are you? Where's my daughter? Where's Rhaenyra?" You could see he was getting upset, heart breaking as he yanked his hand away, "What have you done!? What have you DONE!? Where is my daughter!? Where is Aemma and Rhaenyra!? Where is my family!?"

"Grandfather, it's me, it's Y/N, please, please, it's Y/N, I'm family, I'm kin, I'm your blood," you tried to reach for him, but he thrashed in panic - and you backed off because the quickened movements would surely cause searing pain and torn skin.

"NO! I don't know you! I don't know you! HELP! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"No," you whimpered, backing off as the doors burst open.

"Oh, Princess," Ser Erryk sighed, reaching for you.

"Please, just help him - call the Maesters," you nodded, watching as a pair of guards rushed in to restrain the King.

"NO! THAT GIRL!" He pointed at you, "She's done something! Where is my family!? What did you do to them!?"

"She is family, Your Grace," one guard grunted as the Maesters arrived on the scene with the only thing that would help now: Milk of the Poppy. Viserys needed sedated as his mind lapsed into melted confusion, causing distressing panic that his body and mind was no longer equipped to handle.

"What have you done!?" He wailed, "Who is she!? I do not know her - why is she here!?"

Your hands pressed to your stomach as you were forced to supervise the Maesters sedate Viserys - and within ten minutes, you were ushering everyone out of the room to leave him in peace.

"Lady - "

"It's all right, Ser Erryk," you assured with a hand held up, not wanting pity in that moment. "These things happen. I will give him time to recover, and shall return next week..."

He nodded, "Of course."

"Goodnight," you bid, turning on your heel, and darting down a separate hall. Not knowing where you wanted to go first, your brain only registered you wanted your husband and tried to wrack in your mind where he might be.

Your feet picked up pace as the library was found empty, and the stable, and the bloody Dragon Pit. Luckily, as you jogged into one of the Keep's courtyards, the sounds of ringing metal greeted you and all but screamed the answer to your question: Where was Aemond?

"Good!" Cole barked, the two worked down to their tunics as the summer heat beat on them in the last, lingering hours of light. "Move your feet - quicker, my Prince! Quicker! You'll lose a leg like that! There you go - good!"

You came to a pause, realizing how deep into their lesson they were and suddenly felt incredibly selfish for feeling the need to interrupt. Instead, you located a spare weapons table and moved towards it, clearing daggers to the side to slide your body onto the top of it and watch. As if to keep your mind occupied, you idly twirled a dagger between your fingers - something Aemond had taught you once upon a time.

You winced as Cole was taking damaging, almost fatal strikes against Aemond, but your husband was much quicker to dodge around and parry the Knight's blows. You thought it a bit unfair their weapon choices, but figured in times of battle and war, not all weapons were equal and it was best to know how to defend yourself against any foe.

So, you watched. Drew your knees into your chest. Chin on top, and heart weeping without ever giving away anything on your face.

When their session came to a panting-end, you perked up some as Cole caught sight of you first and smirked. He nodded over Aemond's shoulder, who turned to look, and smiled in greeting when he caught sight of you - before frowning when he really looked at you.

Sheathing his sword, Aemond nodded at Cole before jogging over to you. "Hey, pretty girl," he greeted. "What're you doing here? Thought you were with Father all day?"

"I would've been..."

"Ah, shit. What happened?"

Glancing around, you lowered your voice, "Perhaps this is a conversation best made in private."

"Are you all right?"

"In truth, I do not know," you admitted. "But I understand why you do not want to visit him anymore..."

Aemond stiffened and nodded slowly, "Did he yell?"

"He did... Accused me of," you shrugged, "doing something to his family. T-To Aemma and Rhaenyra."

"Oh, love," he sighed, letting his hands smooth around your thighs to draw them down and open you to him. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"No," you sighed, straightening your spine, "I think I owe my husband a nice dinner together."

"You owe me nothing," he whispered with a frown. "You're upset, my sweet girl."

"It's all right, I think I honestly need time to simply digest what happened today," you reached for his waist, pulling him closer to rest your head against his stomach. "Can we go to dinner and pretend today was normal?"

"All right," he agreed, giving you a squeeze. "C'mon, my love: a normal, boring dinner between normal, boring spouses it is."

"I didn't say boring," you whined lightly with a small laugh, letting him step back and fluidly pull you from your perch.

Aemond chuckled and let his arm wrap around your waist, leading you to your rooms so he could clean up from the day; change from his training clothes, then lead you to a private dining room.

However, it didn't remain private for long. Helaena stumbled upon you and you couldn't resist inviting her to join you. And not 15 minutes later, Alicent and Otto, on their way to their own meal, found the three of you and agreed to join.

Sure, the table originally set for two became crowded with the five of you, but the close quarters provided ample room to joke around and exchange pleasantries.

You managed the whole meal without talking about your day, but Alicent was then asking, "How was Viserys today, sweet girl?"

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, um, he... He just... Yeah."

She frowned when you adverted your eyes, trying not to let reality sink in. "He had a bad day," Aemond covered, hand moving to your thigh to hold tightly in support. "Y/N did what she could but he needed to be left alone."

"I see," she nodded, offering a saddened look.

When back in your rooms, Aemond watched you change for bed silently with a frown before welcoming you into his arms. You all but dropped into his embrace, melting into his warmth. It was easy enough to word-vomit over him, telling him in detail what happened with his father; tears slowly choking you as you had to admit, there wasn't much time left with him.

Aemond held you tightly, lips to your forehead and a hand flat to your cheek to keep you caressed into his chest. You felt fucking useless, laying there in tears, but you needed the relief from the stress of your day. And what better way than in your loving husband's embrace?

He took the following day off to spend with you, doing what he could to offer distraction from the family turmoil. He took you riding on horseback, bathed with you in candlelight, even locked the library doors for privacy to read you old stories from old books.

You didn't return to Viserys' bedside out of nervousness, stomach churning with every thought of upsetting him again.

It took you about a full week before Aemond convinced you to return, promising to stop by for tea - but insisting you weren't to remain for dinner. He liked boundaries and seemingly ending your day earlier was his compromise.

Imagine your surprise when you arrived that morning to find Viserys sitting up already. "Good morning, sweet girl!" He chirped, watching as you froze mid-step; eyes wide and shock coloring your face. "What? What's wrong?"

"You know me?"

"Of course," he smiled, "my sweet granddaughter. I called for you yesterday."

You wanted to tell him that was nearly a full year ago but only smiled, shut the door, and moved for his side. "Yes, yes," you sniffled, taking his hand, "I am here now - how are you feeling?"

"I am well," he nodded with a small smile. "You look well. How are you? Are you with child, yet?"

You sighed gently, "Not yet."

"Oh, well, surely, the Gods will bless you soon," he spoke with such assurance, you nearly had whiplash. "How fairs married life? Your wedding was beautiful."

"You remember?"

"I do."

You nodded back, smiling through your tears, "Life is well with Aemond. He is a sweet and kind husband, Your Grace, you should be very proud of your youngest son."

"I am," he assured, "just as I am proud of you."

"You are?"

"I am," he smiled, taking you hand. "Why do you look so shocked?"

You gulped, offering softly, "I am just happy to see you in high spirits. Maybe you'd like to sit in your chair today?"

"I think, perhaps, the balcony?"

"Really?" You beamed, nodding swiftly, "Yes, yes, that's a great idea. I will help you, we can have tea on the balcony together."

"Maybe some eggs? I feel a bit famished."

"That's good, yes, I'll get you some eggs, too," you nodded, aiding him in standing. You didn't mind helping him into a dressing robe, one hand holding his cane as the other held your arm tightly in his weakening grip as he hobbled. When you both shuffled onto the balcony, you were quick to sit him in a large, plush chair before darting out to find a maid.

Placing an order for breakfast to be delivered with fresh tea, you returned with a new book in hand. Viserys smiled at you, looking more alive than he had in months, offering, "It's a beautiful morning."

"Yes," you agreed, sitting beside him. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I am, love," he chuckled, "you worry too much."

"Or perhaps, not enough?"

He considered for a moment before slowly turning to you, "You feel guilt... For all that's happened."

"In a way," you nodded. "Though, it's in the past."

"Then why do you still bear these burdens?" When you adverted your eyes in shame, he sighed, "I know you worry for me, but what has come to pass is not your doing - nor responsibility."

"You deserve a helping hand in this," you argued gently.

"Perhaps, but it is not your burden to bear," he reminded. "And what happened to Aemond was not your fault, either."

You shifted in discomfort, "I wasn't quick enough to prevent the damage inflicted."

"And that is not worth allowing to weigh on your soul," he nodded slowly. "You saved his life that night."

"I honestly find that hard to believe."

"The boy could've hemorrhaged, bled out," he reminded you, "and did not because you were quick to hold pressure."

You sighed, "Surely, I cannot be the only one who holds weight."

"Surely, you're not," he chuckled.

"What weighs on your soul, Granddaddy?" You asked softly, leaning in to gently wrap your arms around one of his and let your chin rest on his bony shoulder.

"Much," he mused, staring off the balcony. "Mostly, these days, I wonder how I will be remembered."

"Hmm?"

He paused, the silence echoing around you for a moment as two blue birds landed on the stone bannister. They tweeted and chirped to one another, hopping around, almost mimicking the way Viserys' mind whirled.

"I wonder... If I will be remembered as a good King to my people, the courts... My family," he admitted. "And here, looking over the city, I wonder if I did all I could for the people I was sworn to protect."

"Do you know what they call you?"

"What?"

"Viserys, the Peaceful," you told him softly. "No qualms in the realms, no wars, no conflict... You have guided this country from King Jaehareys' reign into your own, where your people have only known you to be peaceful and protective. There is reason they call your daughter the Realm's Delight."

He chuckled, nodding, "Yes, I suppose you make a point."

"If your people did not approve, they would not bestow such a title to your offspring." You paused, squeezing his arm, "But for what it is worth, I will oversee the histories that I can - and make sure, your name is never without title of Peaceful."

He sighed, leaning his head to the top of yours, "You were always too good for this world, Y/N."

You let a few tears fall - hearing him say your name so confidently enough to squeeze your heart. When tea and breakfast was served, you and Viserys dined together before he leaned back and smiled at you, requesting a story, and listening intently. He was much more attentive today and asked you about your studies, picking up on you reading from a textbook - one he had favored in his youthful education. So, it made for good conversation, and for a few hours, it was like you had your Granddaddy back. The real him.

The man you'd remember him as.

No matter how the end turned out; no matter how melted his brain seemed and how aggressive he might've turned, he was your soft, loving Granddaddy... And you were trying to savor and cherish these fleetingly lucid moments with him.

So, when the day passed on the balcony, Viserys asked to go back inside to rest for a bit before he felt dinner was a good idea. When you settled him back in bed, you asked, "Would it be all right if I come back? To dine with you?"

He smiled, "I'd like that. Would you bring Aemond, too?"

"Of course," you nodded with a bright grin. Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead, "I love you."

He sighed softly, smiling up at you and holding your hand in a tight, long-finger-nailed grip, "I love you, too. I don't know if I've ever done it before, but thank you for what you've done for me. Your presences is comforting."

You smiled, "I am glad you think so. I will return this evening."

"Good," he nodded with a smile - one you missed dearly.

You drew his curtains to block the sun and took your leave, unable to stop yourself from rushing to the courtyard first. You caught yourself on the stone bannister over the courtyard, surveying around it before locating the fan of silver locks. "Aemond!" You called, unable to fight off your grin when he turned swiftly in alarm.

You rushed down the stairs and he met you at the bottom, lilac orb blown wide in panic as he reached for you, "What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, no, it's good - it's good news," you promised, holding onto his shoulders as he kept you two steps up. "I-I am sorry for interrupting, I just - I got a bit excited and - "

"Breathe," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch in distaste before huffing a breath. "Good... Now, tell me what's happened."

"Um, well, now, I might be a bit embarrassed," you glanced over his head to the courtyard, who were mostly staring at you both in confusion. "I did not realize how many people were here."

"Ignore them, tell me your news, pretty girl," he caught your attention once more. "Your husband wants to know - do not deprive me of information now."

With a breath, you told him your news - grin bright and joyous as you filled him in on the day you had with your Granddaddy. The term of endearment always made him smile and chuckle in amusement but he was far too distracted with how overjoyed you were.

And when you told him Viserys requested he, Aemond, join you both for dinner that evening, he only stared at you in shock.

With nervousness, you asked, "Is that all right? I know you said tea, but he's resting and requested we dine with him."

Blinking a few times, he nodded, "Course... Yes, of course... He does not name names, so, I would be foolish to refuse."

"Aemond, if you're not comfortable, we do not have to," you tried, making him nod.

"No, it's okay," he assured, "we'll go."

You smiled, "Thank you."

"Mhm, but first, we'll clean up," he nodded, leaving you on the stairs to return his weaponry to the racks - bid Cole a good day - and collect your hand again to lead you up the stairs once more. Once in your rooms, he seemed distracted and a little confused by your information; wondering, too, if Viserys would even remember his request by this evening.

You bathed quietly together, relishing in the moments alone as he would continuously sigh in contemplation. Your fingers would rake through his hair in soothing motions, being the big spoon in the tub to let him rest back on your breasts. When the time came, you both dried off and dressed for the evening; sending Amira to the kitchens with supper orders before heading for Viserys' chambers.

You both paused before the door to take nervous breaths in, glancing at one another. "You ready?" You whispered.

"As I'll ever be," he answered, sparing you a softened look before knocking and opening the door.

When you arrived, Viserys was being assisted to a table by a set of nurses and only looked up when he was seated. "Ah!" He panted, nodding and waving you forward, "Good, yes. You're here."

"Good evening, Granddaddy," you smiled, pausing to kiss his cheek. "How was your rest?"

"Very nice, thank you," he smiled, letting you take the seat beside him as Aemond stoically approached. "Oh, Aemond," Viserys nodded, "it is good to see you, son."

"Father," he greeted, offering only a hand on his shoulder before swiftly moving to take the seat on your other side - being furtherest from his father.

You were pleasantly shocked when Viserys asked Aemond about his education and training. He listened as intently as he was able to, a tremor starting in his neck and hands that made you reach over to cut up his meal for him.

"Thank you," he whispered, obviously slowing down in energy.

"Of course," you answered, sitting back to reach for your goblet.

"I hear Y/N's been reading to you," Aemond mentioned, Viserys focused on forking a bit of potatoes into his mouth.

He considered for a moment before looking up to Aemond, and in that moment, you saw the distant look return to his eyes. "Who is Y/N?" He asked, and it was the final nail in the coffin for you.

Aemond glanced at you in worry, looking back at Viserys, "Father, it's us - it's Y/N and Aemond. We've been dining all evening together."

"Have we?" He asked. "I don't think I know a Y/N."

You sighed sadly, "I'm Rhaenyra's daughter."

"No, my daughter's not married," he refused, glaring at you. "You mean to say my daughter has been defiled? How dare you lie to me! Insult my family! How dare you!"

"Okay," Aemond whispered, dropping his cutlery and wiping his mouth.

"Granddaddy, please," you reached for his hand, but he flinched back.

"Who are you!?" He demanded, glaring between you and your husband. "How did you get in here!? These are private chambers! Private, royal chambers! You cannot be here! Guards!"

"Father - "

"I have no son!" Viserys roared, standing in panic that sent his chair toppling over; holding the edge of the table for balance. "I have my daughter! My only child! And this bitch insults her! Calls herself my daughter's seed! My daughter is unmarried!"

Aemond moved swiftly, yanking you from your chair just as you stood in shock when Viserys picked up his plate and hurled it at your body. Aemond used his body to protect yours as Viserys hollered in fright and panic - claiming neither of you as his family because, in his warped mind, Rhaenyra was still fifteen.

"Your Grace!" The Maesters finally arrived and had to work with the guards to fully restrain the King - who had discovered a channel of untapped strength.

"Please!" You whimpered when another dish shattered against the wall behind you, Aemond's hand around the back of your head to keep you pressed protectively into his chest.

"Help him!" Aemond raged, keeping you turned from the sight. When he was assured the guards and Maester's had a hold on Viserys, Aemond was turning at a break-neck pace to lead you from the room and did not release his hold until in the hall.

"Wait for me here, I just want to make sure they get him down," he breathed, hand on your wrist tight.

"I can - "

"No, you've done more than enough, my love, let me do this," he nodded. "Just stay here."

You agreed softly and waited, listening through the opened door as Viserys still cried and wailed and panicked - getting worse when Aemond arrived back on the scene.

"YOU'RE NOT MY SON!"

"My King!"

"WHO IS THAT!?"

"H-he is - He is Daemon's son," one of the Maester's rushed, and it slowly settled. The lie that Aemond, Viserys' own seed, was his brother's offspring cut deep and you waited impatiently for them to get His Grace back in bed.

The guards exited first, then the Maesters, and after a full minute, Aemond exited last and made sure to shut the doors with three guards on post. "C'mere," he whispered, reaching for you. You both made for your rooms, and the moment you were there, the door slammed and Aemond whispered, "We're not going back."

"Aemond - "

"No," he refused, "you've done more than you ever should and tonight proved... No matter if kin or not, he does not understand, and it's time to let the nurses and Maesters step in full-time."

"They already do - "

"You cannot possibly endure this for longer," he shook his head, reaching for your cheeks, "do you understand? You mean more to me than life and I saw tonight that it does not matter how soft and gentle and loving your helping hands are - he's already gone. You hear me? I'm so sorry, but he's gone. It's only going to hurt you more to endure this, so, please, do not go back. For me, do not return."

You were silent as tears sprung to his eye.

"Please," he repeated, readjusting and tightening his hands on your cheeks.

You nodded, "All right, love... I won't return."

"I know it is unfair and it is not right of me to ask - "

"You are only looking out for me, and I have tried to ignore what you can see so clearly. He's... He's not there anymore." Your words were the nail in Aemond's coffin, who leaned forward to trap you in a suffocating embrace as his emotion overwhelmed him. "Oh, oh, my love. My sweet love," you whispered, caressing the back of his head.

"Father's gone," he whispered. "Does not have a son... Let alone two."

"Don't," you pulled back, catching his eye, "that is not fair to you, nor him. His... His brain is a puddle of memory, love. He does not realize what's even happening, it's not his fault. Nor is it fair you had to hear that, and I am so sorry you did. If I would've left you alone, respected your wishes to keep your distance - "

"it matters not," he assured, "it happened and we endured together."

"We did," you agreed softly, smiling sadly.

That night, you laid in one another's arms; facing one another in the nude as fingertips traced muted patterns over each other's skin. It was quiet, and for a moment, you forgot the turmoil your family endured as your mind replayed the significant events over the past year; the three times Viserys didn't know you, and the one time he did. Your heart didn't want to accept it, but you would come to agree that keeping distance was best for everyone invovled.

The next and final time Viserys was lucid was when your mother, his beloved daughter, Rhaenyra, returned from Dragonstone with the intent of defending her youngest son's birthright to Driftmark. And in the end, you were grateful for these moments; whether he knew you or not, you would cherish any time spent with your grandfather because before you would know it, there'd no longer be opportunity for time together again.

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cats + wednesday addams !

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + CATS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi hi hi this is so cute!! I'm not a cat person in the slightest (I'm one hundo percent a dog person tbh) but I can soooo imagine Wednesday having a black cat. I didn't know if you wanted me to add romance into it so I just tried to keep it plain simple, just using the prompts! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I had some family emergencies come up really recently and so I haven't had much time to really sit down and work on anything other than school or family stuff. Hope you enjoy and thank you my love for the ask!

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: cats (?? idk if that's a needed warning but I figured I'd list it anyway haha)

Wednesday didn't take in strays. She was usually too busy with her own endeavors to really have time for them — you were the exception of course. But she liked having you around, and that made all the distance. So when the black cat appeared on her doorstep, staring up at her with big green eyes, she didn't need to think twice.

"Shoo. Go," she said monotonously, staring at the creature with disdain. When it refused to move, she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I said leave."

You appeared around the corner, your face twisted in a frown. "Who are you talking to?"

Wednesday stepped aside to reveal the cat on your doorstep and, to her surprise, you broke out into a massive grin. "Aw, look at the little guy!" you swooned, running over to pet the cat. It appeared friendly, nuzzling into your palm. "I wonder if he's lost?"

You searched for a collar, but none was found. "He might've run away," you suggested.

And Wednesday, who saw a new problem arising, was quick to shut you down. "He can find his way home. Leave him be."

A sudden crack of thunder rattled the window panes as the first drizzle of rain began to dot the sidewalk outside. The cat looked around at the worsening weather, then back at you, its wide eyes frightened. You looked up at Wednesday with a matching expression, your own eyes pleading her to let the cat stay. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then nodded for you to bring the cat in.

You smiled at her as you scooped the cat up, bringing him inside. Within a few hours the cat had been bathed, fed, and given a place to sleep. All the while you'd led him around the house, giving him a tour (as Wednesday watched, fuming, from the side). You'd murmur "Here, kitty," you coax him to room after room, speaking to him like he could understand you perfectly.

After a while you walked about the house, holding the cat in your arms like it was a baby. It seemed to enjoy this time of treatment as it pawed at your hair and clothes and nuzzled its head into the crook of your neck.

"I feel like we should give him a name in the meantime," you mused aloud, "so that we don't have to keep calling him kitty. I get the sense that he doesn't like it."

"Perhaps we should let it go, then." Wednesday said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Wouldn't want to wound its pride."

You ignored her, suddenly having a bright idea. "Why don't you give him a name, Wednesday? Just one that we can use before we go out and find his owners tomorrow."

Wednesday kept her stoic glare forward, causing you to pout. "Come on, look at this little face!" you said, turning the cat toward her and squishing its small cheeks. "This is the face of a cat that wants to be properly addressed."

Wednesday did not want pets. But she couldn't resist you.

"Poe," Wednesday said finally. "After Edgar Allen Poe."

You grinned at her. "I think it suits him."

You floated away then, Poe in hand, to introduce him to Thing. The two did not get along at first, with Thing being slightly afraid, slightly jealous. But, within minutes, Poe was chasing him around, playing a lighthearted game of tag. Wednesday watched as you sat on the floor, playing referee to the game, smiling all the while. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined not to enjoy the sight, but even she had to admit — the cat was kind of cute. Or maybe it was how much you liked the cat that was cute.

The next day, you went out about the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking around, and putting up flyers that Thing had helped you make. No one claimed the cat, and no one rang your line to claim him. You had to negotiate with Wednesday to let Poe stay another day. Then another, and then another. No one asked after the cat.

Four days later you were on the couch, reading and drinking coffee, the cat curled into your side. Wednesday came and sat next to you, eyeing the cat carefully. "They've been known to eat their owners after they die," she said.

"That's only if they're starving," you replied without a beat. "Dogs could do the same thing. Or humans."

"Don't get so morbid with me — I'm not in the mood for romance." she said.

Poe suddenly stood, crawling away from his perch next to you and found his next interest in Wednesday, brushing his cheek against her black sweater. She looked down at him with disdain. "This won't work out for you."

You just chuckled to yourself. "You're communicating with him. It's the first step."

Wednesday looked up, alarmed. "First step to what?"

You just got up to refill your coffee mug, humming as you did so.

The days dragged on and Poe became a fixture in yours and Wednesday's house. More than once you had woken up to find him curled at the foot of your bed, purring softly as he slept.

And Wednesday was, against her own will, warming up to Poe. You'd catch her mindlessly petting his head when she thought you weren't looking. She'd even slip him treats secretly just to gain his favor.

Within a week, you were nearly convinced that Wednesday loved Poe just as much as you did. So you had to put it to the test.

One day you walked into the living room, where Wednesday was sat writing her novel, Poe curled at her feet. You sighed sadly. "Wednesday, I've been thinking, and you're right — we can't take care of a pet. I think it's time we take Poe to a shelter, don't you think?"

Wednesday turned, eyes wide. You blinked. "Do you disagree?"

Wordlessly, Wednesday bent down and scooped Poe up, holding him tightly to her chest. "He stays."

You just smiled in satisfaction, nodding once. You sat down next to her, petting Poe softly. "How could I have seen that coming?"

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magical-regical · 2 months

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Continuing my L&DS hyperfixation but also because Owl City just released a new single, here are some owl city songs that remind me of each LI and Caleb

Go under the cut if you want some extremely long commentary on why I picked the songs I did. If you don't care what I have to say, please peruse this TLDR;

Xavier: If My Heart Was a House

Zayne: Car Trouble

Rafayel: My Muse, Rainbow Veins

Caleb: Hot Air Balloon, The Bird and The Worm

Ah you're still here. A few disclaimers before you continue:

Whenever I mention MC in this, I will be using she/her pronouns.

I haven't listened to every owl city song in existence and some songs didn't stick with me the way the songs listed here did so if you think my takes are garbage and I'm a big dumb stupid idiot for not considering the song you're thinking of, uh, feel free to make your own post abt it.

I know sweet f a abt music theory so I'm just going based off vibes and lyrics not composition.

I haven't read Xavier's or Zayne's myth stories to completion and haven't read Rafayel's at all.

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy my lukewarm takes.

Xavier

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This song makes me so soft and it's way too easy to imagine Xavier and MC dancing to this. The first lines sound like he's reminiscing of the time he had with MC in her past lives,

You're the sky that I fell through, and I remember the view whenever I'm holding you

The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world as it warmed over everything.

Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine.

Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me.

He pulls her in closer as the first pre-chorus plays. And the two pre-chorus' in this song sound like a conversation between him and his memory of past!MC.

The first one:

We got older and I should've known,

Do you feel alive?

That I'd feel colder when I walk alone

Oh, but you'll survive

The second one:

I walk slowly when I'm on my own

Do you feel alive?

Yea but frankly, I still feel alone.

Oh, but you'll survive

And then the chorus hits and the vibes are immaculate. It feels like you're floating on air and imagine how Xavier looks at MC when the last few lines play,

Risk it all 'cuz I'll catch you if you fall,

Wherever you go,

If my heart was a house, you'd be home.

Because she is the celestial body that orbits around him, his north, his guiding star, and his heart will always be her home.

Zayne

And you can't convince me this isn't one of the songs that plays at their wedding.

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This is the catalyst of this post's creation. As of writing this, it's the newest single and I am obsessed with it. So strap in folks, I have a lot to say.

First of all, the first thirty seconds of this song was released as a preview titled 'Floppy Fish' that came out ten years ago and we didn't hear anything else about it until suddenly we get a tweet about it four days ago (as of writing this part) and then this masterpiece. I think it reflects Zayne and MCs relationship quite well, they were childhood friends, lost contact for a while, and now they're reunited to build another beautiful relationship.

On to the song itself, the overall song is about going back to see the person you love even through all sorts of car troubles. The car theme immediately screamed 'Zayne' to me because out of all the boys we see him drive MC around the most.

It's a very upbeat song which contrasts Zayne's stoic personality but the whole song is something I can imagine actually happening to him.

I see the first verse as Zayne trying his damndest to finish up work instead of having actual car troubles,

I've been driving all afternoon, but I hate to say it, I won't be there soon = him working all afternoon and still having to do overtime

And though I'm late you know I just can't wait to come home to my slice of heaven on toast.

But my GrandPrix broke down without fail, another flat tire and another nail = the 'tire' being the hearts he has to operate on and 'another nail' referring to his surgeon's tools (even though the nail in the song is the thing that broke the tire in the first place not the thing fixing the flat)

I miss your smile but this could take a while 'cause this 'road closed' sign says there's no way around. = he can't just ditch work, obviously.

The second verse and chorus is him actually running out of gas on his way back from Akso and just describes his situation. Walking through the rain, only stopping to buy flowers for her.

Hey, it's kinda crazy what daisies jasmines can do.

And then these lines from the third verse,

I'd hand you a coffee right when you woke up

and

... all I find is all these highways wind and lead back to my slice of heaven on toast.

are so cute. Especially the 'slice of heaven on toast' thing since I imagine a slice of heaven on toast would taste sweet.

But wait, it gets better. Because the chorus that comes after goes,

Oh would your heart kind of glow if I held your hand and I promised to stay home?

Hey, when I blow in that's the first thing I'll do

It might take me forever

But I love you forever and I can't wait to see you.

I'm dead. I'm deceased. I am a puddle of goo on the ground.

The bridge is the most upbeat part of the song and I imagine that's when he gets a call from MC because she's worried about him. Because honestly the line, 'Am I unavoidably detained or extremely fashionably late?' sounds like the kind of dry humor he'd enjoy.

And the song ends as he hangs up and continues his long journey on public transport to come home to her.

Rafayel

Now, fish boy gets two songs because I associate each one with what I like to call 'light mode' and 'dark mode' Rafayel.

I chose both songs because they had like, a lot of imagery involved in them and lean heavily into his whole artist job. So this isn't going to be as in depth as Zayne's lol.

Anyway,

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This is light mode Rafayel. The whole song is him talking to MC. He's all happy-go-lucky and filled with inspiration. With how important color is to his current career the song just felt perfect.

The chorus also adds a few nice tidbits of his character,

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains

And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins

'Cause your heart has a lack of color and we should've known

That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'cause we wasted all our free time alone

The first two lines sound like something he'd actually say when he's trying to comfort MC.

The line 'we wasted all our free time alone' sticks out to me because you ever notice this guy doesn't have any friends? Like, Xavier has Jeremiah and the countless old people he's made friends with when they're in their youth and Zayne has his coworkers at the hospital and his old profs. Raffy doesn't really have anyone like that? Sure he has Thomas and his Aunt Talia but judging by how fast they hung up on him after barely wishing him a happy birthday, I can't in good conscience call them his friends.

So yea maybe our boy was so focused on finding MC again he wasted all his free time alone.

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Then we have dark mode Rafayel. And no I don't mean dark as in Rafayel when he's in revenge plot mode (whatever that is I don't have enough brain cells to comprehend what his plan could possibly be). I mean dark mode as in it's quite literally night time and he is left with nothing but his own thoughts. MC fell asleep at his place again and he's wistfully staring at her sleeping figure. This is the song in those moments.

Like Xavier, he's reminiscing about the past lives and past MCs. He's remembering the first time he met and the moment he decided she was the one. She was his bride. He's listing all the things he loves about her (which basically boils down to 'everything!'). She is his muse, now and forever.

And then the song ends with:

So I'll say it now before we're at the door that someday we'll walk through,

And if I'm the only one left in the room...

There's nowhere else I'd rather be than home with you.

Do you hear that? That's the sound of my heart cracking in two. He will sing you this last line as he pulls you closer, pressing your forehead against his before giving you a nice, long kiss.

Honorable mention goes to the song 'Sunburn' because it's about meeting someone, falling in love, and having to separate in the end (hence, 'she got a tan and I got a sunburn' and 'as we parted ways, she held my gaze and left an imprint on my mind'). I could go deeper and analyze each line like I did w/ Zayne but I've kept the Caleb girlies waiting long enough so we'll stop Raffy's part here.

Caleb

Caleb also gets two songs I chose two songs that have heavy 'childhood friends to lovers' vibes and fitting imagery and I told myself this one was gonna be short and sweet because we don't have as much depth abt his relationship w/ the MC compared to the current LIs but welp, I lied.

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'Hot Air Balloon' is the most childhood friends song ever. Every single lyric is just every adventure these two went on when they were children. Writing their own fairy tales, making a racetrack around the kitchen chairs, going on a picnic to a nearby lake and getting a stomachache because you drank lake water even though Grandma Josephine told you specifically not to do that, the list just goes on and on.

It's them. It's little MC and Caleb with lightning in their veins and stars in their eyes as they explore the world around them, not a care in the world because the possibilities are quite literally endless when they have the other person by their side.

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And then if 'Hot Air Balloon' was 'childhood friends—', 'The Bird And The Worm' adds on the '—to lovers' part of the trope.

I mean the entire first verse reads like the two kids playing pretend (because let's face it you've had one or two weirdly morbid play pretend sessions when you were a kid) with little Caleb saying he's the bird because of his evol and then little MC's like "then what does that make me?" And little Caleb's like "you're the worm ofc!"

Esp the part about throwing a party and greeting undersea friends (hi Raffy). I could imagine little MC telling little Caleb how she's going to invite the mermaid she made friends with at the beach to their 'party' and Caleb just not having any of it.

I'll throw a party and greet my undersea friends

(it depends)

As they arrive,

(if they arrive)

Then the chorus reads like a time skip. They're adults reminiscing about their childhood at one of the rare moments their schedules align,

You and I left our troubles far behind,

But I still have just one more question on my mind

For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas

With friends like these well, who needs enemies?

In that moment they're back to being just MC and Caleb, not a hunter and a fighter pilot. And the last two lines sound like they're trading workplace gossip. Caleb tells her about the shenanigans his colleagues get up to and MC telling him about all the...'quirky' people she's been running into (hi Xav) and then being cheeky and going 'with friends like these, who needs enemies?'

And then you move to the second verse and it's them on a date. It's them on the most damn wholesome date you can imagine, I'm sorry I don't make the rules.

Like first they go apple picking,

If I'm your boy, we'll take a short cut we remember and we'll enjoy—

—picking apples in late September like we've done for years.

We'll take a long walk through the cornfield and I'll kiss you between the ears.

Then they come home and cook together (maybe make a pie with the apples they just picked or some other apple based dish?),

And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling will shine for us

If you're my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling

As love sweeps over the room cuz' we tend to make, each other blush

(you make me blush)

They're so used to each other's presence even in a kitchen that can be considered a little cramped, they can perfectly navigate around each other.

After the two had eaten a delicious dinner, they are now cuddled on the couch with a blanket over the two of them, some movie playing on the TV. MC starts nodding off so Caleb picks her up and moves her to the bedroom, letting her snuggle against him. He brushes some loose strands of hair away so he can kiss her forehead,

"Love ya pipsqueak, sleep well."

And before drifting off he hears MC mumble a sleepy "I love you too..."

And that's how their perfect day ends.

You're the bird, I'm the worm and it's plain to see,

That we were meant to be.

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Author's rambling

Haaaa, I finally finished it yay! If you're reading this, thanks for reading this far! (or if you're a Caleb stan and just decided to read his part only, hello!)

I hope you enjoyed my takes. This was fun, I loved breaking down each song and just rambling my heart out over why each song gives me vibes for which character.

#xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace #shen xinghui #li shen #qi yu #xia yizhou #love and deepspace #l&ds #lnds

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dxy-drxxm · 5 months

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SYNOPSIS: "I feel like you wouldn’t be opposed to me kissing you. Am I correct?"

CW/s: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, smooth bastard Kaeya, Diluc is so tired y'all, reader becomes a bastard(tm), navina doesnt know how to write kaeya being a flirty mfer, kaeya is touch starved and I'll die on this hill

NOTE: This is a prompt from this list right here, and it's a bit short but I wanted to get to writing Kaeya. This is also the second part of the touch starvation mini series, so I hope I did this man justice lol.

Kaeya Alberich is a simple man.

He may not look like it, but he's quite satisfied with what he has. He had a good job, he lived somewhere where he can express himself without prejudice...

... And he had his lovely partner: you.

Now, he is someone that doesn't show his partner off to the public eye. Contrary to what people believe, Kaeya likes to keep specific parts of his lifestyle to close friends, if that was possible.

However, if the time called for it, he could show his partner off if he felt the need to do so.

Like now.

With a hand wrapped around your waist, the Cavalry Captain leaned over and placed his chin on top of your shoulder. He never opposed to having to hold you like this, even if you two are different in physique. For him, he enjoyed the difference.

It reminded him that he has quite a catch, and no one else could.

"Seize the day, darling," he whispered, his voice ringing in amusement as you placed a kiss on his cheek in return. "Good morning to you too, playboy," he heard you whisper, a teasing smile on your face. "What's got you so touchy?"

"Hm... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact I get to hold you like this."

To prove a point, he squeezed your body a bit tighter, humming when you sighed wearily.

"Kae, you always held me like that. I'm afraid that you've grown too used to it."

"Is it a bad thing for me to get used to it, [name]?"

"Not when we have our duties to take care of."

Ah, right. He forgot that you aren't the type to proceed with his little games. Exasperated, he sighed and pulled away, as he knew well that you weren't wrong.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, pouting. "But I still want to hold you in my arms just a bit more."

You gave him a sigh.

"After, Kae. I need to make us breakfast, and I'd be damned if you stopped me."

He quirked up a grin as you focused on making the food for the day. He hated to admit it, but he sometimes wondered just how he got you.

The nickname you gave him was amusing. Playboy, hm? Is it because of how he acted with women and men?

...

Hm... Then again, you always called me that when we first met, he mused, watching the pan flip up and down as the pancakes were being cooked. Playboy... Someone who's often seen with women, no matter the physique or age...

He couldn't help but chuckle. He's remembered just how it went.

Truthfully, when he met you, he saw you as another person trying to catch his eye. You weren't different like the traveler, but he could tell there was something you held that stood out from the rest.

He remembered oh so clearly with what he told you back then, during your first date with him.

"I feel like you wouldn't be opposed to me kissing you... Am I correct?"

It was one of the rare pick-up lines he had, but he meant it in a joking manner. Your response, however, did not.

With a brave face and in front of Diluc (who brewed you and him drinks, he recalled), you told him—

"—not until you cut that drinking habit, mister playboy."

Was it callous? Maybe. He was certainly caught off-guard by such a blunt statement, and especially when Diluc looked a tad amused at his loss of words.

But he knew that you were, simply put, one he'd love to spend more time with.

Even when Diluc had given him more to pay (it was for making him sit through a bland date, he had reasoned), he never gave up on his pursuit. He still tried to catch your attention, and dear archons, he tried to get your affection.

The playboy that you knew had long since disappeared after your first few dates with him, and with the promise ring he gave you that he asked to make personally, the Kaeya you're with was more than a simple ladies' man.

He was just a private guy who uses physical touch to show his affection far more than words, like now.

Feeling his hand hold your own, you turned off the stove to see that he held it instinctively. With a chuckle, your fingers weaved and moved to intertwine with his, a smile stretching on your face.

He liked that smile, Kaeya notes. You looked beautiful with it.

"Your touch starvation is showing, Kae," you teased, yet you gave his hand a squeeze. "Do you crave my touch that much?"

"Hm... Maybe," he answered, standing up to take the pan and place it on the counter. Closing his eyes, he reached his right hand to hook your chin, pulling you to a tender kiss.

"But it's nothing that you can't satisfy, my beloved."

@.dxy-drxxm | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2023

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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May you write hyacinth + ghost? :)

Thank you so much for requesting!! This one was too good! Forewarning, I am so sorry at how potentially tragic this is like MAN I WAS TEARING UP WHILE EDITING

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: hyacinth - they decide to interrupt the wedding just as you're about to say your vows

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

warning: ANGST, swearing, canonical violence, ABSOLUTE PAIN AND MOURNING, no happy endings here for simon :(

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Simon Riley was never a religious man but he said a silent prayer as he entered the small chapel. He settled in a pew towards the back right of the holy place, ignoring the gazes that fell upon him. His breath was heavy on his face mask as he briefly looked at the program. He felt confided in his grey dress shirt and could feel the palms of his hands begin to sweat. He wiped them on his rayon pants as he tried to calm his nerves. Soon the crowd hushed as the wedding procession entered. Simon's eyes flickered to the groomsmen and the accompanying bridesmaids. Violet. They were wearing violet, your favorite color and the one you always envisioned for your wedding.

"Si, look at these," you smiled as you showed him a photo on Pinterest. Simon looked at the violet silk wedding dresses that complimented a smiling group of bridesmaids with orchids in their hands. "Looks nice," he mumbled before returning to his phone. You let out a sigh before responding. "I think I want those for our wedding."

Eventually, the ethereal organ music began to play a different melody and the crowd stood in response. Simon quickly joined the smiling family and friends as their gaze was turned to the door. Nothing could have prepared him for that moment. You walked out onto the aisle looking like a fucking angel. Your ivory gown floated on the ground and in your delicate hands, you held a beautifully designed bouquet with orchids, chamomiles, and hydrangeas. You looked so happy and radiant at the moment. With the softest note of the organ, you descended the aisle to your husband-to-be. Simon's heart ached as he recognized the melody, So This is Love by Emile Pandolfi. As you walked, it was as if you only were in the room with your husband as he watched a fragile tear fall down your face. His gaze followed as you ascended, taking an elegant step on the altar.

Throughout the ceremony, Simon's nerves and anguish reached a fever pitch. He felt like he was drowning as the crowd sat and the priest began the ceremony. His ears rang as he barely registered the words, "If there is anyone present, who can show just cause why these two persons may not be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” If you asked him this morning what his plans were, attending your wedding was not on the list. But something, maybe it was hope, or maybe foolishness had forced him to dress and drive to the rural estate. As the priest spoke on the solemnity of marriage, Simon couldn't help but muse over the last time he ever saw you.

"Do-do you know how long you'll be gone?" you whispered through tears as he held you in his arms. "They didn't specify," he replied. and you buried your head into his chest. It was 2006 before Simon Riley was a dead man walking. It was a time when he was just a soldier who had a life and the opportunity to love his family and his fiancée. "Remember what I told you, you keep this ring so I have a reason to come back," Simon whispered as he opened your palm and placed a thick gold band into it. "Please don't go, Simon," you cried as he tried to pull away and head out the door. "I'll be back in no time, love," he replied and gave you a soft kiss before exiting out of your life forever.

Since that moment, you had believed the man you loved was dead. Rumors circulated as you found out there had been some sightings before his family tragically died in a house fire, even allegations that he had been the one but you refused to believe it. For 10 years, you looked for him on the crowded Manchester streets but you never found him. However, you were here today with the man you loved and finally had the opportunity at a happy life. Simon knew this fact as well and he tragically continued through the ceremony until the vows were to be said. As your maid of honor handed you a piece of paper, he saw the familiar sheen of a ring on your finger. He knew that ring anywhere as he had bought it with his first paycheck from the service. What struck him more though was as you turned to face your husband, you held onto a gold ring on a necklace chain before you spoke. That was his ring. The ring he gave to you before he died.

"Elliott, poets say that love finds you when you need it most. In what I believe was poetic irony, you found me as I placed flowers on a grave and cynically commented on how the ones we love leave us too quickly," you began to say and Simon began to feel his eyes burn with the prickles of tears. "While we remember those lost, today I am here to celebrate the one who arrived on time, the one who stayed, the one who helped me through the roughest of moments and brought me back to life." That final sentence was all Simon needed to hear as he shuffled out the door and made his way to the exit. Your eyes fell towards the interruption and you felt faint as you could have sworn it was Simon. You met his gaze but the man ran out of the chapel and you could never be certain. Your husband put a reassuring hand on yours and you shakily continued, trying to rationalize the appearances of ghosts from your past rather than the individual being your Simon.

As Simon ran to his car, he let out an anguished cry at the empty field. At that moment, Simon had seen all the painful memories you endured flood back and your gaze filled with fear and uncertainty. He could never put you through that again. He lit a cigarette before driving away just as the wedding bells filled the spring air. Simon would forever be dead to you and you would have an opportunity at a life he could never offer.

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #mw2 #izzie is writing #izzie celebrates 1k

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I please ask for a Tangled!AU for Geralt of Rivia + Princess!Reader, please? Thank you!

RUFFIENS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: reader having very long hair, geralt being a grumpy little simp

Geralt knew the feeling of frustration well, an annoyance to the point of murder, that nagging tug to his brain that had his fist shaking around his glass and his eyes burning- this time, however, the feeling was different, clouded, as annoyed as he was, he was also sort of awed, vividly aware of the fact that he didn't look away from you for even a second as you walked about the drunken witchers with a smile bright enough to light up all of Kaer Morhen despite the darkness that loomed its halls. You were hardly the threatening kind, in fact, he was sure he could quite easily force the information you promised right out of you without much, if any hassle, but when he saw you or rather saved you from the tower your mother had kept you in, he caved into taking you to see the floating lights you'd very adamantly demanded to see.

He questioned your reasoning when you so senselessly considered him a trustworthy traveling companion, it spoke of ignorance and naivety, evidence of being robbed from the company of other humans or living beings for that matter since he was yet to determine what or who you really were aside for a princess. He brought you to his winter home purely for shock value, needing to pass the stony confines on the way to your destination anyway, so he considered it only fitting to tease you some in the process- he'd not, for even a second, considered that you'd be just as sickeningly sweet in a room full of murderers as you were with just the one, him, of course.

You were currently sat atop one of the bulky wooden tables, fawning over Lambert's curls as he offered you a sip of his drink, he looked up at you much like he would an innocent deer running across his path- conflicted between finding you unmentionable adorable and just a bit too foolish and weak to be around him. He allowed you to drag a hand through his curls, musing about the ways you could braid it for him so it bothered him less, giving him advice about keeping it healthy while gesturing to your own hair that spread down the table onto the floor, comically well-kept despite what might be assumed.

"Las, I shall humour your remedies for keeping the curls at bay, but you're not bringing any leaves near me," he reprimanded and you giggled as you sat back, feet peeking out from the hem of your dress as you folded your legs under you, not at all looking like the princess the witchers were accustomed to, admittedly much more satisfying to be around, to listen to and to talk to- you'd managed to charm a group of men who hated your kind with all their hearts.

Geralt was walking towards you before he even knew it, reaching out to support your back when you leaned back just a tad too far while laughing at Lambert's opinions on the different flowers he'd seen on his hunts, listing all the very many reasons why he despised them. A few hours ago the touch of the fingers spread out over the thinning material would've felt foreign, unknown, but despite how uncharted Geralt's presence was to your existence, his touch was quickly becoming familiar, comfortable regardless of how uncaring it was.

"Careful," he grunted though the sound wasn't nearly as annoyed as he wished it to be, earning a shy smile from your lips as you moved your hair out of place to turn around towards him, looking up at him with those big eyes that were daring to break through his cold exterior. "Wouldn't want you to fall and get injured, might not make it to the stars."

"Floating lights," you reminded, he was almost regretting his mistake when your smile threatened to dip into a frown, shaking his system with nerves for being the reason for it. However, luckily the notion was interrupted by a giant yawn, the motion of you slipping from the table to stand next to him being far too smooth. "And I don't think you'd mind it all that much if you didn't have to take me to see them."

"What makes you think that?" he mused and you swore his eyes were lighter as he spoke, a sense of playfulness behind the golden orbs, but you didn't think of it too much, scared to get your hopes up, instead, you gathered your hair into a big ball in your hands, smiling at the white wolf when he helped you do so.

"Just a suspicion that I have," you shrugged in return and tucked the last few inches of roots under your arm, dreading the process of having to braid the main in the morning, not used to having to do so alone- but before you could make your way to the room Geralt had pointed out as yours, you looked back up at him with a sincere smile, one he noted to be very different from the thousand other smiles you were capable of. "Thank you, Geralt," you breathed and he was notably surprised, a foreign feeling for him, you supposed because he didn't recover from the slip of emotion as quickly as you expected. "I know you're only doing this to get something out of me, but I appreciate it still, so thank you," you leaned up to kiss his cheek, a brisk gesture, hardly long enough for him to react before you were tiredly skipping away from him.

"You need to be careful with that one," Lambert noted, a perfect position to have viewed the whole scene as he looked at his friend with a knowing nod. "A girl like that won't be easy to let go of," he explained and Geralt was frozen, dazed as he looked at the arch you just walked through, frazzled and confused as the feeling of your lips still tingled against his white skin.

"Get rid of," he corrected but he wasn't convinced and neither was Lambert because right before his eyes the witcher in question stood lingering, no doubt listening to your steps, determining if you made it safely to your room, a fool really for thinking you hadn't already thread your way into his heart.

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I just read through your pinned post and I have a couple of questions ;w;

When you say muse and muselist, does this mean the person you're playing as or the person I'm playing as? And what exactly does verse mean?

Also there was a post about RPing and sideblogs - would I just have to send you the name of mine? (Mine's @extrapairofsocks :3)

I'm sorry if these are silly/dumb questions, I get confused a lot😭

IS OK IS OKKK I get confused easily too and you said you were new to the rp scene so here's the basic rundown!!!

The muselist I have is about the characters I write. Vaas, Pagan, Joseph, Andy, they're all people I write and I put them on the muselist so people know when they look through the blog who I write and whether they're interested or not.

Any character (muses) listed on the list are the ones I will write, essentially. It just depends on whether I have the braincells to write them!!

The character wishlist is the ones where I look for characters to play against the ones I write. It's an outdated as hell list though, I'll edit it when I can after doing other stuff lmfao.

AND YES sorry for how confusing that post was (I was super mf tired when I wrote it) but ESSENTIALLY if you have an rp sideblog whenever you like something or send in an ask/starter and you want me to tag that rp sideblog you just have to drop it in somewhere in the ask!

For example;

"The General walked through the forest and spotted Jacob. Crouching down behind a rock, they tried not to be spotted - @general-kalani"

If you got more questions do send them in I can totally go more in depth on things if you need to learn more about things I do not mind at all getting these questions, especially for the new people in the rp side of fandoms <3

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 5 months

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||𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝐸𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃||

((HI dears, I also wanted to say some final things as this year ends before 2024. This year has been one crazy year honestly even from being out there in the real world to being on here. So, I have a few words to say. If you wanna read, go right ahead.))

((This year has been....ehhhh, heard to say. Crazy, emotional, tiring, hard working, almost everything to say the least. Or maybe that's how I feel due to the hard long hours of work and stress due to family things and all that. But I hope next year is a bit more better for me and others too. Yeah, 2023 has had a lot of headaches and things though people keep going. Even from working, other people that are always there for your some you have to keep out of your life for your own health. But yeah, 2023...what a year.))

((Though, I will say this. I'm really hoping and praying 2024 is better than this year. I will say I'm happy to have meet so many amazing sweet people here on tumblr. You all are my family that's been with me every day in spirit and heart. Some of you I follow but I am still so nervous to speak to you. I'm sorry for that. T-T I Hope I can still try to get better on that....))

((But I do wish to thank a few of you for that. So here is a small list:

@demon-blood-youths Demon mun, I honestly am so so sooooo happy I have met you here on tumblr. You always make my day so much better even I had a bad day. Seeing that your happy always makes me happy. Even with our crazy muses too. We had so many crazy adventures writing threads involving them but I'm excited for more in the new year. Same with ships too. Lol But I will say thank you so much for being my friend. I really am happy to have you as part of my tumblr family and my cool friend. <3

@within-the-resort I know this years been a long one for you but I am always happy to have you as my friend here on tumblr. True, I was nervous at first to speak to you since I didn't want to be a bother but you are always so sweet and I always enjoy talking to you and knowing more about you. Even with our muses knowing one another, it's always so fun. So from me to you, thank you for being part of my life. Your amazing.

@the-archetype-of-civilization I'm always happy to have you as my closest friend. Your amazing and so sweet even if you are busy. But it's fine, we all are at times when real life gets in the way. I'm more happy to know your doing alright and staying safe out there during this time. I really hope your staying healthy, smiling, and being the cool dude that you are. I still miss hearing from you but it's still cool. Thanks for being a friend dear.

@ask-the-monster-nest My dear, their is so much I wanna say but it might not fit all in here so I'll make it simple. I wanna say thank you. Thank you so much for being my friend, thank you for always having my back, thank you for your kindness and always looking out for me. I"m so so sorry that I end up not sending you things (I blame my job T-T) but I'm always try my best to be here for you even when your sad or down. You mean a lot to me and your part of my tumblr family. Seeing you happy makes me happy, but seeing you down worries me but life is never always fair sadly. I always will cherish the memories we made with each other and even more in the new year. I will say thank you from the bottom of my heart for being there for me. You are amazing and I love you for that.

@kitxkatrp My dear, I wanna say thank you as well because your so sweet and kind and loving and just amazing. I hope this new year goes better for you. I Hope you know I always will have a place in my heart for you even when your so sweet. I love the chats and talk we do from time to time but it makes me happy seeing your doing alright even through this year. I hope that we talk more and do more threads together too. I really care and I'm happy that you are my friend. Love you lots. :3

@watchfxrthefangs I want to say I'm so sorry for not sending you things in the past. I'm still sorta nervous to talk to you. That or I think Tumblr has been eating my asks. ^^; but even so, I still think your amazing and so sweet. Everyone is so happy to see you here on tumblr. I hope we can do some threads in 2024 when I'm not such a scared little thing but I still wish to talk more with you. Hope your 2024 is the best.

@dark-hybrid-ninja I also wanna thank you for being there for me too. You always are so sweet and have patience with me even when I'm tired from work. I am going to try to do better with answering things but it's even so. Your still a wonderful friend to me and I always will cherish the moments you been here. Even with our muses being happy and living peacefully. So thank you for that my dear. Thank you so much.

@the-seduction-anon I still love our nice moments with one another even with our mises. Thank you for the memories and I can't wait to make more of them with you and your precious OC. Thank you for sending me things but I am sorry for not responding to some from message. I blame work for working me till I'm tired but I'm hoping to work on that. Anyway, thank you dear for being here with me and thank you for being my friend.

@sageofjustice You are sweet and amazing for being a friend to me. Even if we don't talk as much, your still important to me. Even with your precious OC Angel. I will want to thank you for giving me suggestions for trying out new characters and I still love them. So thank you dear and I hope you're 2024 is amazing for you.

@the-bloody-wolfy you know you were going to be added here. I wanna say thanks for being here for me too. You are always so sweet and caring. Even with your adorable OC's. I cherish all the threads and things we did. Even small talks were nice. I hope in 2024 I can hear more from you and hope your doing okay. Thank you for being part of my tumblr family. <3

@charmed-redemption I know we don't talk as much but I don't stop thinking about you and hoping your well dear. I will say this: I still cherished our threads together and talks when we have time or so. I just wish anons didn't ruin that but I still cherish them. I still love your OC Ryu he's still precious. I don't know but I do miss rping with you but maybe..just maybe one day..I might want to try again with you but....only time will tell. Till then I still will think about you.

@historias-multorum I wanna say thank you for being part of my tumblr family. I always enjoy seeing you on my dashboard and it's nice to read the threads you do. So many stories even through 2023. But it makes me happy to see your alright even when tumblr has become well...bleh. I know in 2024 you'll still keep making more and more in the future. I will say thank you for being here for me and sending things. I hope to do better in sending things back even when you do with memes that helps so thank you for that. I hope to do better in that in the new year. So thank you for the wonderful memories and I can't wait for more.

@realmofsoulsandshells You are also part of this too my friend. It was because of you I was told of Tumblr so you deserve the praise too. You were always my friend in the past and still is, even if we chat a lot on discord or on here. I hope to do better in sending things to you or checking on you. I know you been through things in 2023 but I hope 2024 is better for you. :3 I still love your OC's and characters you bring to life with your imagination but I hope to see more of that too. Thank you for being there for me. You are amazing. :3

@wolfmaster1992 I get the feeling 2023 has been a heck of a year for you. But I still hope you are doing well and 2024 is better for you. I still enjoy speaking and talking with you but I hope things are better for you. Always know I'm here for you my friend no matter what. Your still sweet and I still love your OCs that you bring to life. Thank you for everything and thanks for being here with me.

@verratensduo Thanks for being here for me too. You really know how to bring a smile to my face. With our small talks and other funny moments, I hope we can do more in the future in 2024 and forever. You mean a lot to me too and I'm happy to have met you. I hope for more silly fun and amazing moments together with you. Stay cool my dear!

@kaito-akimoto Oh right I almost forgot one! I will say I hope you are doing well this year dear and I'm hoping 2024 is good for you. I know you been busy during this year but life always makes everyone busy. I hope your doing okay. I still cherish our threads together and I'm hoping for more in 2024 or when you come back on Tumblr. I will say thank you for being another of my close friends and part of my tumblr family. I Hope 2024 is a great year for you. <3

((Now for some final words: To new followers, I'm still a bit nervous with sending or asking you to try some threads but I'm working on breaking out of that. I'm sorry for not sending anything yet but I will. I hope you all will enjoy your stay in the Silver rose estate mansion. I can be a bit silly and weird but I guess that's how I am. *laughs* Anyway, this is a long post so I'm going to end it here. I wanna say before 2023 ends, I wanted to get this out to some but all of my followers and close friends that's been with me on this crazy journey.))

((So from me, my muses and everyone else.....Thank you for following me and thank you for being part of my tumblr family. May 2024 be the better year. Love you all.))

With love,

𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓃/𝒫𝑒𝒶𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓂

𝕺𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #mun randomness #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Final words of 2023 #peahen mom: I love you all and I hope 2024 is a better year for you all <3

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