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yourdoorisunlocked · 3 months

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What A Dish, What A Doll! - Part 2

𝐀/𝐍: Been cooking' this one up for a while now (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I'm not entirely averse to writing smut, just inexperienced at it lmao. I won't gatekeep, though. If the people ask, then they shall receive.

Enjoy!

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑,𝟖𝟎𝟗 𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮… | 𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪

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The scent of bitter steamed coffee beans brought great relief to the pent-up radio host as he silently poured himself a cup with a content, close-lipped smile.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Alastor looked out the window to catch an eyeful of the radiant sunrise that had graced the horizon and streamed curves of sunlight into his manor, basking it in a feverish crimson glow that faded into a brilliant vermillion.

Fingernails rapped against the cold marble counter as he took a sip, rejuvenating himself into the chatterbox of a radio host that he usually was. As he hummed along to a little tune in his mind, Alastor allowed his thoughts to silently drift away from reality as he pictured the lovely little dame sleeping the morning away just a door away from his own room.

You had done something to him, and despite his persistent Cheshire grin, madness and uncertainty lurked beneath his charming expression that won the crowds over wherever he went.

He couldn’t help it. You were just so unbothered, which bothered him to no end.

The problem was, you just didn’t care about how renowned nor how respected he was not only as a radio star, but also a man. You were normally quite modest, as was the custom for his time, but had no issue with sticking it to disrespectful scum that dared to cross you, and by extension, him.

Though, he supposed he didn’t mind it as much as it used to. It had irked him when you had first met, when you treated him as an old friend you met on the schoolyard rather than an esteemed man of his time, your clear superior in every facet.

But now, after all the evenings spent dancing the twilight away, soft-spoken poetry beside the fire, and spending sleepless nights tossing and turning in his bed, with a heat in his lower abdomen and a sudden urge to visit your chambers in the middle of the night...

The mere thought of you was becoming unbearable, yet a Godsent blessing all the same.

Alastor took another long, slow sip of coffee and turned his attention to the radio just left of him. It was an old thing his mother bought for him when she found out about his new job as a host at the radio station; she was ecstatic, to say the least, handing him the antique with tears in her large, brown eyes as she wept with happiness at her son’s success.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing and footsteps bounding down the stairs brought Alastor’s attention to the staircase that led into the foyer.

“Good morning~!” Ah, that voice. That buttered, dulcet harmony he wished to soak in every second of the day, the one that made his heart pound uncontrollably and his mind race with hazy, sappy pictures of him and his little darling.

He didn’t know what his life would’ve been like without you, and he honestly didn’t want to.

You bounced into the kitchen with fervor, rocking on the heels of your feet as you scooted next to him and poured yourself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, my dear! How was your night?” Alastor subconsciously leaned forward to get closer to you, memorizing every freckle and acne scar on your face and enjoying the soft pink that tinged your cheeks.

“As good as eva’!” You blessed him with a delighted smile as you took a sip, before eyeing his strong cup of black coffee with a look of judgment.

Your nose scrunched up in that cute little pout that entertained Alastor so, making him want to reach up and smooth out the small infliction on your face with his thumb.

Alastor pushed that intrusive – but not unwanted – thought away as you side-eyed him carefully.

“Hm, whatever wakes you up. Now, come on! You promised me an outing yesterday!” With a teasing elbow to his side and a beam that could rival the Sun’s glowing rays, you were already waiting for him by the front door, and he realized you had been wearing the ivory sundress he bought for you a few days ago when he took you out on the town to celebrate your first day living in his home.

With a soft tsk, Alastor took your woolen winter jacket off of the antlers of the stately coat rack beside the front door, sliding it over your arms while shaking his head.

"Wouldn't want you freezing out there, darling," you rolled your eyes and shifted the wooly jacket on your shoulders, marching towards the front door with your nose in the air.

"You worry too much! I'd have been fine without it. It'll be spring soon, anyway." Alastor raised an eyebrow.

He had to stifle the urge to point out that it'd be two months to March, and it rained incessantly during the months of spring, lest he want to miss the reservation and sit there all morning arguing over the temperature.

“Careful, now. Perhaps I should cut you off the caffeine,” Alastor chuckled and graciously opened the door for you like the gentleman he was.

“Haha! Aw, you’re so funny! Cut me off and I’ll cut off your arm,” you replied sweetly without missing a beat.

Alastor simply laughed, undeterred in the slightest by your unusual humor. He had grown quite fond of it in the past few months, though he was absolutely floored by it the first time you made a joke like that.

At least, he thought it was a joke. You were quite irritable when sleep-deprived, to his amusement and your disdain.

Besides, the thought of you? Cutting him up? Such an absurd, comical notion only served to make him laugh harder.

With a giggle, you stepped over the threshold and nodded gratefully at Alastor, who smiled back and joined you on the rocky path through the marshy forest that grew around his home.

Subconsciously, you reached for Alastor’s already offered arm without even looking, and he could’ve swooned at how you instinctively held him. Touched him.

A comfortable silence settled between you two as you strolled through the dewy thicket, content to simply be in one another’s company while Alastor snuck subtle glances at his excitable little darling that strode next to him at a steady pace.

Large, curious eyes gaped at everything around you as if you’d never seen a tree before. An adorable sight, he figured, one that convinced him that keeping you around for just a bit longer couldn’t hurt, and Alastor did not wish to hurt you.

How silly, that a mere expression from his cute little doll could make him melt under its warmth akin to the sweltering summer Sun in the middle of July. He was practically a slave to it.

Alastor realized he had been outright staring at you, and he silently cursed himself as he quickly turned his gaze away.

The morning chorus composed of waking songbirds and rising cicadas filled the content quiet as you took a closer step out of the forest and towards the city. You resisted the temptation to relax your head against Alastor’s arm, to get just a little closer to him, though every glimpse of the young, chipper radio host weakened your resolve further.

How could it not? He was the perfect gentleman in your eyes, polished and refined to the highest caliber. Sweet and charming, and he clearly detested laying a malicious or unwanted hand on any woman. And boy, could the man cook!

It was clear to you which parent was more present in his life, but you made no comment on it in the months that you had known him. You didn’t wish to brush up upon such a sensitive subject, especially since you were quite similar to him in that aspect. If anyone brought up your loving mother, who tried to provide every advantage she could offer to her little girl, you would’ve broken down in tears, years of bottled-up emotions overflowing your tired, overworked heart.

But then Alastor came along and helped you up, making your head spin and your world turn upside-down. He gave you stability, comfort, everything your mother hoped you would one day find in a husband.

The cheeky, mischievous, dapper, handsome, goddamned bastard.

You sighed with a smile, forlorn but hiding against a mask of demureness.

“It’s beautiful here.”

“It truly is.” Alastor observed the thick, swamp-like forest with a fond smile, before his eyes landed on you. His darling, his little blessing, his diamond in the rough. These feelings... perhaps they wouldn’t be so bad, after all. They could bring about something new, a slight change in routine that he had long since needed, but never discovered.

Not until his doll stumbled into his life.

Alastor’s carefree smile brought you a great giddiness that bubbled deep within your chest and rose to warm your cheeks. Here we go again.

Nervously, you peeked up at your handsome, ever-smiling escort, trying not to completely fangirl like a child at how close you both were as the marshy path turned into a stark-black road covered in rubble and pebbles.

“Al?”

“Hm?”

“Where are you taking me?”

Alastor’s smile seemed to grow even wider at your confusion. “Oh, you’ll see, my dear~.”

You huffed and pouted, turning your head away from him so he couldn’t spot your blush. God, why did he have to call you that, standing in the pure, radiant sunlight and looking so perfect and handsome and kissable-?

“We’re here!” You hadn’t even realized how long you had been walking as you found yourself in front of a quaint little diner that you had been eyeing for quite some time.

And, of course, Alastor noticed. He knew everything about you. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t pay the utmost attention to his darling?

As Alastor opened the door for you and stepped inside behind you, he reveled in the small gasp you let out, as well as your mouth falling slightly agape so that he had to close it with a single, slim finger.

"You don't want to catch flies, my dear~.” You blushed and nodded as you continued to look around in awe.

The diner was quite vintage by today’s standards, and as such, it held the intimate charm that no other restaurant could seem to replicate. There was even a little corner selling small bobs and trinkets, antique ornaments and a small, dusty wooden music box with faded paint engraved in the sides.

Like a cozy, nostalgic retreat, the restaurant gave you the sense of a home. A home that your mother never built for you, as she preferred to teach you to survive in this cruel world. But she did her best, didn’t she? She tried, didn’t she?

You oppressed those thoughts as you bounced on your heels in front of the desk, where Alastor was making his reservation.

Of course, he planned this.

You could probably shack up in that diner and it would feel like it was any other visit to your grandmother’s house, you figured as you subconsciously gripped Alastor’s arm even tighter with stars in your eyes.

While you were bouncing on your heels like a child, smiling and gushing contently at everything you could possibly lay your eyes on in the small corner restaurant, Alastor was making sharp eye contact with the busboy who leaned attentively over the counter, trying to get a better look at the pretty young flower who wandered into his view like a naive doe.

Alastor didn’t like that look, to say the least.

He knew it all too well. The kind of darkened, sinister expression that only a predator could wear.

He brought a slender hand carefully around your shoulder and pulled you close, making you squeak and look up at him with wide eyes.

Alastor ignored your confusion in favor of pulling you tightly into him, and the young man scowled slightly before snatching two menus off the counter and leading you both towards a cozy little table tucked into the very back of the restaurant.

Small string bulbs hung above you, basking the table in a warm halo of light as you sat down, and you began ordering your drinks.

"A glass of water will do," Alastor didn't take his eyes off you since you sat down, enjoying how the flickering candle lit up your face and made your eyes seem illuminated in the dim light.

"And you, Ma'am?"

"Just some orange juice, please," you smiled politely as the busboy scribbled down your orders and left the both of you in silence.

After a while of admiring the scenery of the restaurant for the hundredth time, you finally turned back to Alastor and folded your hands in your lap. "Thank you for taking me here, Al'. It’s really nice here!”

"Anything for you, my dear!" Alastor rested his chin on intertwined hands, leaning forward until he was only a foot away from you.

A sly Cheshire smile curled the slim tips of his lips upward. "How are you finding things here, darling? I do hope I have been of favorable company~..."

You waved him away with a roll of your eyes, "Oh, please, you know I love it here. I couldn't imagine leaving now..." you trailed off softly, thinking about how you up and dropped everything for some guy.

Then again, he wasn't just some stupid fling that you wanted to leech off of. You genuinely enjoyed Alastor's energetic, yet suave nature, his spirited presence, his voice...

God, you sounded like a lovesick teenager.

"So, about your radio show..."

Alastor immediately perked up, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes.

"Hm? What about it, my dear?"

You clenched and unclenched your fists as you worked yourself up to ask. "C-Could I watch you?" You nearly slapped yourself for your wording, convinced that he could see the blush instantly spreading across your face, even in the dim lighting.

Alastor raised his eyebrows as he blinked in surprise, his smile - just for a millisecond - faltering slightly in uncertainty as the gears turned in his head.

Shaking off his surprise, Alastor grinned widely at your flustered expression as your fists bunched up your beautiful sundress in frustration, your eyes looking at everything but him as you all but twiddled your fingers as he asked for you to draw out the question.

"I mean, could I uh... Listen to you? L-Like in person?" You looked about ready to hurl yourself out the window as Alastor tried to make himself look as if he was thinking about it, when in reality his mind was going ninety miles a minute.

The sadistic, yet ever-adoring part of him thought that seeing your cute little face all flushed and abashed with embarrassment had to be the highlight of this day. Another part of him swelled with pride that you wanted to make a little visit to him in his recording booth.

Then again, you both had been working at the same studio for a while, and what's an hour off of work for his lovely little Doll? You deserved it for working so hard, after all!

Before Alastor could come up with a response, however, the waiter butted himself right into your very riveting conversation that he had absolutely no authority to interrupt.

"Here you go, one water for you, and one orange juice for the stunning little lady," he flashed you a wide grin and took out his notepad and pen.

You both hesitantly ordered, before Alastor answered your question with a strained smile.

"Why, of course you may, darling! I'd be honored to have my favorite listener see one of my broadcasts up close," Alastor leaned back with a carefree grin and a sip of water, enjoying how elated you seemed at the thought of spending a simple broadcast session with him. Then again, he supposed anyone would be falling to their knees at the opportunity, but the fact that it was you made the feeling all the more palpable.

When the food arrived, you both ate and conversed, with you bursting at the seams with excitement at the possibility of visiting Alastor while he hosted his radio broadcast, and his mind conjuring very work-inappropriate outfits he could choose to make you wear, claiming you'd look stunning in all of them.

"Oh, but I really couldn't wear this... I mean look at it!"

"But you'd look just dazzling in this, my Doe, I just know it! You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you~?"

"I suppose not, Sir..."

Alastor could imagine your timid, adorable little face tinged with pink as you handed him his morning coffee just how he liked it - dark as his soul - in a tight little pencil skirt and a form-fitting chiffon blouse.

His eyes drifted elsewhere around your form as he envisioned your skirt riding up those supple hips of yours as you nervously rubbed up against him as he took his favorite knife, slicing off each one, his predatory smile growing with each pop.

Soon, the sun had fully risen above the horizon, a luminous, pale light tinged with yellow basking the forest in captivating morning light. With a single glance down at his watch, Alastor’s brows rose when he realized you’d spent nearly an hour at the diner.

“Oh, dear! It seems we’ve lost track of time,” he rose from his seat and offered you a hand to pull you along with him.

“Let me pay this time,” but Alastor held out a hand before you could do the great disservice of paying for your food as he threw your waiter a fifty-dollar bill and headed for the exit, excitement lacing his every step as he pushed you out of the restaurant. The earlier for his radio show, the better!

You tried to open the door for Alastor this time, but he smoothly slipped in behind you and twisted the knob, smiling even wider when you slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"After you, my dear~," he grinned with a mischievous glint dancing within his honey-brown eyes.

"Thanks, Al’." you grinned up at him before turning to wave at the man who served you at the counter.

"Have a good one, beautiful," your waiter gave you a flirtatious wink, and you were too stunned at his forwardness to respond as Alastor practically forced you out of the diner with a peeved smile that dipped slightly into a scowl.

"Well, he was quite friendly, wasn't he?" You nearly snorted at Alastor's obvious bad mood, having never seen him so irked before.

"Oh, don't tell me you're jealous~?" It was your turn to tease the ever-grinning radio host as he spun towards you so fast your own head spun.

"How dare you accuse me of such a thing!" He sounded almost offended as he huffed and crossed his arms with nose in the air. Drama queen...

"Well, you were quite friendly with him," you muttered sarcastically, before squinting up at him in the sunlight with a furrowed brow. "And what was with grabbing me like that, right in front of the poor guy?"

"He was... ogling you, darling. I couldn't stand for such disrespect to my friend, especially on our lovely outing this morning!"

You gaped at him incredulously, "I remember no such thing! Perhaps you're seeing things, or you just wanted an excuse to hold me~," you were surprised to see a tinge of blush coat Alastor's cheeks, just a small spot of it before it quickly faded.

"This is why I don't like it when you drink coffee, my dear! You're too disagreeable," his lips jutted out in a soft pout, and his eyes remained solely on the road as his hand tightened on your shoulder, but he couldn't keep his frown for long as you started laughing at him.

Your chiming laughter ended abruptly with a gasp when a rough hand tugged on your wrist. Looking back, you saw your waiter with sweat sheening his face, his hair messy from clearly running the entire way outside to catch up to you and Alastor.

"H-Hello...?"

"Hey, there, *ahem*, I, uh, I was thinking about asking you if you wanted to go out with me, sometime?"

You blinked several times, processing his question before straining a polite smile and pulling your wrist away, but the young man wasn't budging.

"No thank you, sir, I'd rather walk with my friend now, as we both have places to be." The waiter didn't let up, pure desperation reflected in his eyes as he leaned towards you, and you recoiled from the stink of sweat and the uncomfortable heat that radiated off of him.

"Aw, c'mon, I promise we won't be long!"

"Excuse you, but I-!"

"Thank you for the kind offer, but my darling and I are about to go on a little stroll, so if you could kindly take your hands off of her..." Alastor laid his near bone-crushing grip upon the busboy's arm, ready to pry his hand off of you if necessary.

Perhaps I'll pry an arm off while I'm at it...

"I wasn't talkin' to you, Sticks."

"Hands. Off." Alastor's voice cut through the air like a sharpened butcher knife. It was the first time that you had ever witnessed the radio host's everlasting simper curl into a sneer, as his lips rose just enough above his gums in clear displeasure.

And could he be blamed for it? It was enough to make his temper froth and burst beneath the surface at seeing such rotten, unworthy vermin think to lay a single finger on you. He was doing the public a service, getting rid of it.

"G-Get off me! Fuckin' freak-"

"As soon as you let go of the lady and apologize." Alastor retorted calmy with the waiter's wrist trapped in his tightening vice grip.

"I-It's fine, Alastor. Let him go," nervously you tugged on his rolled-up shirtsleeve, but when that didn't work, you squeezed his shoulder, and he whipped his head around to you so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

"Let's go home, Al... Please?" Once again, he fell completely under the mercy of your wide, worried eyes, of you touching him. And willingly, that was. Alastor didn't need to beg, nor force himself upon you for attention.

Such an obvious fact had him preening with pride, and obviously had the insignificant worm dripping with envy as Alastor smirked down at the busboy.

"Alastor...?"

Snapping out of his little bout of victory, Alastor didn't need any further persuasion as he ripped the poor man's hand off of yours with an uncharacteristically phony smile. You then noticed, with a slight shiver up your spine, how alarmingly sharp his teeth seemed when they were bared like that.

"If you insist, my dear."

Alastor wrapped a slender hand around your shoulder and pushed you around towards the path where preserved red brick melded into a rocky dirt road as you tried to ignore the pained groans of that pesky little street rat behind you.

Your walk back was spent in complete silence yet again, but now rather than a comfortable, mutual quiet, a tense atmosphere filled the air.

The pastels of imminent dawn had fully faded when you both arrived at the house, and, ever the gentleman, Alastor kindly opened the door for you with a polite simper, and you shyly nodded in return before stepping inside.

"Alastor, I..."

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that, my dear. Truly, I..."

He sighed and clenched the gold-colored doorknob within his fist as he closed the front door behind him, "I hate seeing such disrespect to those of fairer means."

You smiled softly. Oh, his mother raised him well, didn't she? "Well, thank you for protecting me. I just can't stand men like that, y'know? Nice to know we have a couple of good ones out there."

"I just don't want to think about what I would've done if I were alone," the radio host immediately sensed your unease as you rubbed your arms nervously.

"Don't worry, darling. I won't ever let anyone hurt you." Alastor murmured with a gentle hand on your cheek. He'd be sure to never allow you outside without his supervision, not with yahoos like that idiotic scumbag running about.

Your nervous smile melted into a small, grateful simper as you nodded and let him tussle your hair softly before patting the small of your back and pushing you upstairs.

"Now, we have a lovely day ahead of ourselves, so go and get ready, so we can get to the studio in time." Looking down at his watch again, Alastor noted that it was now 8:06 in the morning, and his radio show began at 9:00 A.M. on the weekdays.

Alastor simpered to himself as morning light streamed across his face, casting shadows over his eyes and lips while he could only imagine the awe, you'd watch him with.

Alastor had an hour to truly captivate you, capture you with only your attention.

And soon, even that wouldn't be enough.

He'd need to bind you to him, tie you to him heart, body, and soul.

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Wow, that was a long one. Don't worry, I'm working on making the next chapter a lot shorter, but I had a lot of ideas stewing and I needed to put them somewhere.

I might consider uploading this to A03, if I find a way to dispel the infamous A03 Writer's Curse, so let me know if ya'll would read it on that platform, since I haven't posted anything on that website for a while now.

Thank you for reading! ৻(≧ᗜ≦৻)

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wittysuns · 4 months

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𝓲𝓲. 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 | Aegon II Targaryen

which in Aegon II Targaryen runaway from King’s Landing with his dragon and founds love on the way.

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Eva was scrubbing the dirty plates with half of the sponge. After she was done eating, she went over to the sink and started to wash the plates and knife she used during her cooking. One of the things that Eva hated about being a mother was that there was no one helping her. Leo sometimes helped his mother but it was tough on her.

“MAMA!”

Eva heard her son’s yells coming from outside and this made her panic. She dropped the plate that was in her hand and rushed out of her home.

“Leo!” Eva shouts looking at the front to see Leo jumping and his little tiny hand back and forward telling her to come.

Her motherly instinct kicked in and ran towards her son. Once she got to him and had to check on him. Eva kneeled to the ground and checked every inch of his body to see if there were any injuries.

“What happened? Are you okay? Turn around let me see.” Eva rammed as she turned her son around to see no injury.

“Mama! I’m not injured. He is.” Leo pointed at the side of him and Eva turned her head to see an unconscious man.

“Oh my!” Eva rushed to the unconscious man. She didn’t know whether he was dead or not.

Leo was right beside his mother. While his mother was checking on the man, the little boy turned his head because he heard a little growl and saw the beast. The beast stares into his eyes and nods at the boy before leaving further to the forest.

“Leo, why don’t you get Mama’s wagon? Okay, can you do that for me?” Eva tells her son and Leo nods and rushes away.

As she watches her son leave. Eva went back to looking at the man grabbed his shoulder and turned him to the side laying him down flat.

Eva looked at his stomach to see it pumping up and down which meant he was still alive. He is deeply unconscious. But she saw that his leg had a cut on his leg so she needed to treat that. Then she looked at the man and saw his face was covered by the cloak of a hood. She reaches out to take off the hood but hears the wheels of a cart and looks up to see Leo coming with the wagon.

“Mama I got it.” Leo parked a cart near his mother. “Good job baby.” Eva got up to the ground and patted his head.

The mother went over to the wagon and tilt a bit. Eva went over to the man and grabbed him under his armpit and Leo grabbed his two legs. She counted on three before she and her son lifted the man’s body off the ground. They both gently put him in the wagon successfully not injuring him more than.

Leo helped his mother push the wagon, it was hard to push but they got it. Took about 5 minutes to push the wagon inside the Stone’s house.

The closest chamber was her son’s room and brought the man inside. Eva gently placed the unconscious body on Leo’s bed and then told her son to go take back the wagon. Leo obeyed and took the wagon out of his room.

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Eva sewed his wound to the man who had a cut on his right leg. She went over to untie the cloak slowly slipped it out of his body and gently lifted his head. His head flops onto the pillow. Eva walks over to the door and hangs his dark green coat in the door corner. Then she takes off his boots and left the room and Leo was already filling up a bowl with warm water in the sink. His adorable tipping toes.

“My sweet Leo, you didn’t have to do that.” Eva kissed her son’s forehead. Then turn off the water from the sink. She went over to the drawers and got a clean rag.

“Mama! Is he okay?” Leo asks his mother tugging on her long dress. Eva looks down at her son and gets on one knee.

“Yes, you know why? Because we are going to help him.” Eva responds to Leo making a weak smile.

“Now go play with your toys I made you.” Eva whispered to her son’s ear before kissing him and he let out a tickle-ish laugh.

She watches her son go running to the parlour room. Eva went over to the sink and grabbed the bowl with one hand and the other hand with the white rag. She walked over to Leo’s chamber and went inside.

Eva walks to the counter and sets down the warm water. She grabbed the chair from Leo’s desk and sat down. The mother looks at the man that was lying on her son’s bed.

The brown-haired woman looked at the man and saw the man had beautiful short silver hair. Eva had never seen this kind of color before this was her first time.

Her hands went above the man’s face putting small parts of his sliver hair at the side of her face. Eva saw that he had his face dirty and a little cut on the right side of his cheek.

She dumps the folded towel inside the warm water and twists it to get all of the water out of the towel. She puts it against the sliver-haired man’s forehead and starts cleaning his face since it is dirty.

When Eva was done cleaning his face, she put a little cream on his cut and a little wound dressing on his cheek. After all that cleaning she saw that the man had a handsome face.

What are you thinking Eva!? He is a random person!, Eva thought to herself.

The mother gets up from the chair and puts it back where she got it from. Then got the bowl of water with the wet towel and walked away from the unconscious man. Eva took one last look at the sliver-haired man before closing the door leaving a little bit of an opening.

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Adolf Hitler

These are some facts and curiosities about Adolf Hitler:

He was born Braunau am Inn on 20 April 1889

On 16 August 1914, when the German Empire had already entered the First World War, Hitler enlisted as a volunteer at the age of 25 in the Bavarian army of Kaiser Wilhelm II, being assigned to the 1st Company of the 16th "List" Infantry Regiment, belonging to the 6th Reserve Division.

On 15 October 1918 he was subsequently temporarily poisoned by a mustard gas attack, which left him blind for three days. He was immediately admitted to Pasewalk Military Hospital where, according to some sources, he learned the news of the German defeat on November 9th.

While still in the army he was tasked with spying, on behalf of the army and the police, on the meetings of a small nationalist party, the German Workers' Party (DAP). During the session held by the political group at the Sterneckerbräu, a beer hall in center of the city, that same evening, Hitler had a violent argument with another customer.

Fascinated by his speech, Anton Drexler, the founder and secretary of the party, signed him up, without even consulting him

Hitler was not discharged from the army until 1920, after which he began to take part full-time in party activities.

He soon became its leader and changed its name to the National Socialist German Workers' Party.

A key element of Hitler's appeal to the German people was his constant appeal to national pride, wounded by defeat in war and humiliated by the Treaty of Versailles, imposed on the German Empire by the victorious states.

Hitler's success was based on conquering the middle class, hit hard by the inflation of the 1920s and the unemployment brought about by the Depression. Peasants and war veterans made up other groups that supported the Nazis.

On January 30, 1933, Hitler was sworn in as Chancellor in the Reichstag chamber, under the gaze and applause of thousands of Nazi supporters.

Using the pretext of the Reichstag fire, Hitler issued the "Reichstag fire decree" on 28 February 1933, less than a month after taking office. The decree suppressed most of the civil rights guaranteed by the 1919 constitution of the Weimar Republic in the name of national security

It is rumored that he had an incestuous relationship with his niece, Geli Raubal.

His photo was put in the Times.

When Hindenburg died on 2 August 1934, Hitler (who as already head of government, Reich Chancellor) could not also become Reich President (head of State), created a new position for himself, that of Führer which allowed him to combine the two tasks.

To demonstrate German power to the world, Hitler (on Goebbels' idea) hosted the 11th Olympiad in Berlin, with a triumphal opening ceremony. On 25 October of the same year, a treaty of friendship between the Kingdom of Italy and Germany was signed in Berlin.

Hitler personally directed the war operations, exercising a decisive influence in strategic choices and operational management.

Responsible for the death of millions of people, Hitler was the proponent of a nationalist and racist ideology, as well as a policy of discrimination and extermination that affected various ethnic, political and social groups: Slavic populations, Romani ethnic groups, Jehovah's Witnesses, homosexuals, opponents politicians, prisoners of war, the physically and mentally disabled and, especially, the Jews.

Having remained stranded with the troops loyal to him in a Berlin now surrounded by the Red Army, he committed suicide in his bunker on 30 April 1945 together with his partner Eva Braun, whom he had married the day before.

He was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 1939.

Sources:

Wikipedia: Adolf Hitler

Military Wiki: Adolf Hitler

I DON'T SUPPORT NAZISM,FASCISM OR ZIONISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS JUST AN EDUCATIONAL POST

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Working on a störtebeker build, and I'm on the fence about using heavy melee weapons with executioner, or a main melee with duelist, what are your thoughts for putting together a highly aggressive störtebeker? (I play highly aggressive anyway and figure'd it'd be a good fit)

The main problem with the Stortebeker is that it has very limited SP, and once you've hit LL3, your build is basically complete, so it's hard to recommend anything to do with it.

-- IPS-N Störtebeker @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] IPS-N Raleigh 3, HORUS Pegasus 1, SSC Dusk Wing 2 [ CORE BONUSES ] Auto-Stabilizing Hardpoints, Reinforced Frame [ TALENTS ] Combined Arms 3, Gunslinger 3, Skirmisher 2, Vanguard 1 [ STATS ] HULL:2 AGI:2 SYS:2 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:20 ARMOR:1 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:7 REPAIR:6 TECH ATK:+2 LIMITED:+1 SPD:6 EVA:12 EDEF:9 SENSE:8 SAVE:13 [ WEAPONS ] FLEX MOUNT: Hand Cannon / Hand Cannon FLEX MOUNT: Hand Cannon / Hand Cannon HEAVY MOUNT: Kinetic Hammer (UNCLE-Class Comp/Con) // Auto-Stabilizing Hardpoints [ SYSTEMS ] Hunter Lock, “Roland” Chamber, Flicker Field Projector

I call this one Degrees of Falsehood.

We don't even bother with Executioner here. The only part of it we care about is No Escape, which is the third rank and we don't have room for it in an LL6 build. This build is entirely focused around trying to get Dynamic Reload to trigger after we've emptied our guns into an enemy.

Your basic combat loop looks like this: pick an enemy with low Evasion, move adjacent to them, Skirmish to empty two of your Hand Cannons into their face, Lock On, and then have UNCLE smack them with the Kinetic Hammer, consuming Lock On. UNCLE usually makes attacks with 2 Difficulty, but you've permanently removed 1 with Auto-Stabilizing Hardpoints, Combined Arms 3 removes the other since you just shot them with a Hand Cannon, and you've just consumed Lock On.

Next turn, if your enemy is still alive, we do it all over again. What we're aiming for here is a natural crit with the Kinetic Hammer. This will trigger Dynamic Reload without us having to force the issue with Truesilver, but we always have Truesilver as a backup just in case we can't pull it off. We fire the guns in 2-2 rather than in 4 because we ideally always want to have at least 2 guns loaded so we can fire them to trigger Combined Arms 2. Remember that to reactivate Flicker Field Generator, we need to move at least 1 space with our standard move, so use Skirmisher 2 to get in position for that - usually just dodging away from an enemy and then dodging back.

Remember that Roland Chamber triggers on the first attack with a Loading weapon after any weapon has been reloaded - it doesn't have to be the last weapon you reloaded. Be careful when you use I KILL WITH MY HEART - it's ready on your sixth shot, which if you're firing the guns in 2s will be the second shot of a Skirmish, and won't line up with Gunslinger 1 or Roland Chamber. Once the dice is ready, hold it so that you can combine the bonus damage from Roland Chamber and the extra Accuracy from Gunslinger 1 with the AP and bonus damage from I KILL WITH MY HEART.

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg #mecha #stortebeker

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TBB S3 E10 Reaction

Life has been a bit busier the last few weeks so I am finally catching up on my episode reactions (I’m determined to do all of them this season!) And I apologize y’all, this episode made me very snarky apparently.

I’ll be honest. When this episode first came out I was nowhere near as surprised by it or horrified by it as reviewers seemed to be. Nothing about Palpatine hunting down force sensitive children as experiments and using Cad Bane to do it is a surprise, and the Vault feels so much like Andor. But even on a rewatch this episode holds up so well and honestly just starts to give a cold chill under the skin as the quiet horror of it sinks in.

- Cute kid. And the Batch nowhere to be seen. This is going to be a different episode isn’t it

- Oh no. He’s force sensitive 😫😫😫 hmmm how could that possibly go wrong

- This is giving Andor vibes 👀

- It’s always interesting seeing “regular people” in Star Wars and little markets and how they’re just trying to go about their daily lives.

- Don’t go around snitching people! Nothing good ever comes of it!!!

- Yeah this guy is worse than Timm from Andor. Wtf dude. You’re turning in a baby!!

- Also is it just me or typical Star Wars “houses” end up being pretty dark and depressing?

- Wait okay okay. So this is the CX chamber. Why can’t we see any of them yet 😩😩 what is this red fog? What are these weird conditioning pods? What kind of armor is on this datapad?? *trying to crawl inside my screen* I NEED ANSWERS JENNIFER!!

- “Do you trust me?” Ooooh why do I think that’s going to come back around

- But also, babygirl, I don’t think you actually know what you’re signing up for

- “I could be more useful” “you wish to be the new chief scientist Dr. Karr?” “I believe I’ve earned it.” Alright. This. This is interesting. This fully encapsulates the dynamic that these two have shared. Emerie knows that Hemlock only values things that are useful, and probably only sees her own value in the light of what she can contribute, due to how she was raised and the circumstances she has been trapped in. Hemlock’s tone of voice implies that he has never considered her as being the new chief scientist, and yet he acquiesces quite quickly, almost as though he’s just too busy to think about it and if it means things are brought back up to production standard then he’s fine with it. His utter disregard for Emerie as an actual human and someone with merit is disgusting though.

- But I get it, the man’s busy, he’s got a lot of evil shit he’s trying to do all at the same time 🙄

- So we have “the assets”, which is the area that Hemlock took Palpatine in the first episodes, where the orange containment pods are and the zillo beast is being kept. We still don’t know what those assets are. The Vault is something different.

- Well. Shit. It’s Andor and Narkina 5 for kids. Lovely 😳💀

- “There are few adults left with such characteristics” I WONDER IN THE NAME OF ONE EMPEROR PALPATINE WHY

- Okay so this entire exchange is awful. The kids are so cute! Hemlock is so cold. “Specimens. Assets” ughhh Emerie what are you getting yourself into!!

- Is this the first time we’ve heard the word glasses in Star Wars?

- Oh no. So THIS is why Cad Bane was brought back 🥺🥺

- The score in this episode is perfectly eerie

- Lol Todo is not good with kids huh 🤣

- That poor mama when she wakes up and finds her baby is gone

- I hope that dude has his entire life flash before his eyes as he’s trying to pick all of those credits up

- “My name’s Eva” 🥹🥹🥹 Emerie has no idea how to handle this 😂

- I still wanna know what’s happened with these commandos. No way a clone of Jango Fett is able to look a child in the eyes, call them a “specimen” and not have even an ounce of remorse as they stun them point blank.

- “Jax?” And Eva just points. The power in knowing someone’s name vs a dehumanizing number

- It’s also interesting that these kids are species that are red, blue, and green, and when they get Bayrn in, he’s white. RGB colors make up white light when put together.

- The little peeks of Emerie’s backstory we keep getting are so interesting. She was abandoned by Nala Se. She knows that these children don’t belong here, the same way that Omega told both her and Crosshair that they didn’t belong here either. Nala Se says that the Empire will hold these kids to control them. Emerie feels like she has no power to do anything differently. So much to unpack here.

- Why is Tarkin’s holo so large?

- Lol I honestly love getting to see the backbiting politics of how the Empire functions. It’s so bad and so funny

- Also love that Project Necromancer is so secret that even Tarkin doesn’t know what it is. He’s so nosy

- Okay why does he bring up the CX schematic again and why is it so different than the one we saw earlier??

- Whoa Cid was tortured???

- “The other operatives aren’t ready to join you in the field” why????

- We’re visiting a lot of space stations this season

- Man I wish Emerie had fudged this test

- Nooo let the poor baby go home 🥺

- Oh and now we’re putting kids in solitary confinement. Great.

- C’mon Emerie. Keep clicking that moral compass until it points north

- She kept the straw Lula. She’s giving it to Eva 😭. There’s hope for her yet

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #star wars #the bad batch spoilers #Emerie karr #tbb s3 #the bad batch season 3

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jordanthecomeback · 2 months

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Tchotchke - Dizzy (dir. Tchotchke and Hilla Eden)

#Tchotchke #Tchotchke band #Anastasia Sanchez #Eva Chambers #Emily Tooraen #Hilla Eden #music video #The Lemon Twigs

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Cancelled Missions: Apollo AS-204 (aka Apollo 1)

Planned Launched: February 21, 1967

Commander Pilot:CDP Virgil I. Grissom

CM Pilot:CMP Edward H.White.II

LM Pilot:LMP Roger B. Chaffee

The tragic fire that claimed the lives of Gus Grissom, Ed White and Roger Chaffe and postponed the debut manned flight of the Apollo Spacecraft. The Apollo AS-204 was cancelled as NASA officials investigated the cause of the fire and came up with changes to the block II Command Module, set to debut now on Apollo 7. Set back Apollo program by 18 months. This deserves its own post

Here is what was originally planned for the first manned mission (C-type) of the Apollo Command and Service Module:

"Originally planned for the last quarter of 1966. Numerous problems with the Apollo Block I spacecraft resulted in a flight delay to February 1967. The designation AS-204 was used by NASA for the flight at the time; the designation Apollo 1 was applied retroactively at the request of Grissom's widow.

Apollo 205, a second solo flight test of the Block I Apollo CSM, was planned but cancelled on December 22, 1966. The Schirra, Cunningham, Eisele crew from that flight became the backup crew to Apollo 204 (replacing the original backup crew of McDivitt, Scott, Schweickart)."

-Information from Astronautix.com: link

One proposal was to launch Gemini 11 (or 12 or both) and Apollo 1 at the same time and rendezvous in orbit. If the first two Apollo missions (AS-201 and AS-202) were a failure, then AS-204 (AS-203 did not carry a CSM) would be flown unmanned and a Gemini astronaut would EVA transfer to and enter the CSM-012, check out its systems, and return to the Gemini. However, with the delays with getting CSM-012 ready, having to reconfigure the Gemini capsule to work with Apollo and the eagerness to finish Gemini to focus on Apollo, this proposal was cancelled.

"The Apollo 1 prime crewmembers for the first manned Apollo Mission (204) prepare to enter their spacecraft inside the altitude chamber at the Kennedy Space Center (KSC). Entering the hatch is astronaut Virgil I. Grissom, commander; behind him is astronaut Roger B. Chaffee, lunar module pilot; standing at the left with chamber technicians is astronaut Edward H. White II, command module pilot."

"For the first two and a half hours in orbit, CSM-012 would remain attached to the S-IVB stage much as a Moon-bound Apollo would do prior to trans-lunar injection. After separation of the CSM, Grissom would perform a station keeping exercise with the spent S-IVB stage so that White and Chaffee could photograph the stage as it vented its residual propellants. This would provide vital observations on the behavior of the S-IVB stage to aid in planning future mission activities.

At this point, Apollo 1 would perform an open-ended mission which could last for as little as six orbits in order to meet at least the highest priority mission objectives or as long as two weeks, provided that CSM-012 continued to function adequately. The primary objectives of the mission basically centered on testing all the systems of the Block I Apollo spacecraft during ascent, in orbit and during descent. The first pair of firings of the SM’s SPS would take place the day after launch to raise and circularize the orbit of Apollo 1. No attempts would be made to perform a rendezvous with the spent S-IVB stage. Afterwards, burns of the SPS were planned to be performed every other day during the course of the mission with each astronaut taking turns in the left-side commander’s seat – three burns each by Grissom and White as well as two burns by Chaffee. Apollo 1 would carry a television camera which would allow live broadcasts from inside the CM cabin during the mission. The camera would also allow ground controllers to monitor the CM’s control panel during key parts of the flight.

In addition to the laundry list of systems checks, Apollo 1 also carried an array of hardware to perform a total of nine medical, scientific and technological experiments during its long orbital mission. These consisted of the following:

The storage locations of some of the hardware for flight experiments inside the Apollo 1 cabin.

M-3A In-Flight Exerciser: This was simply a pair of bungee cords that would loop around the astronaut’s feet and grasped by the hand via a handle. Each astronaut would spend three ten-minute sessions each day exercising with this device to determine the utility of in-flight exercise to stave off the effects of prolonged weightlessness. A similar M-3 experiment was flown on the Gemini 4, 5 and 7 long-duration missions during 1965.

Diagram showing the M-3A exercise experiment that would have been carried by Apollo 1.

M-4A In-Flight Phonocardiogram: The purpose of this experiment was to produce in-flight recordings of the crew’s heartbeat to determine the effects of weightlessness on heart function. Grissom and Chaffee would be the subjects of these tests. This was similar to the M-4 experiment flown on the long-duration Gemini missions.

M-6A Bone Demineralization: The goal of this experiment was to determine the effects of weightlessness on the demineralization of certain bones in the body. This experiment required no special in-flight equipment and would rely on measurements derived from X-rays taken before and after the flight from all three crew members. Once again, this was similar to the M-6 experiment performed during the long-duration Gemini missions.

M-9A Human Otolith Function: The objective of this experiment was to determine the effect of prolonged weightlessness on an astronauts sense of orientation. Each crew member would spend 15 minutes each day in orbit wearing a set of test goggles with their responses recorded by a 16 mm movie camera. A similar experiment was conducted during the Gemini 5 and 7 missions.

M-11 Cytogenetic Blood Studies: This experiment sought to determine if the space environment produced cellular changes in the blood of the crew. No in-flight equipment was required with the necessary data coming from blood samples taken from all three crewmen at set intervals before and after the mission.

M-48 Cardiovascular Reflex Conditioning: In this experiment, one of the astronauts would don a set of vascular support tights one or two hours before the end of the mission to determine if such a garment helps prevent physical fatigue blood pooling in the lower body following return to Earth.

S-5A Synoptic Terrain Photography: This was similar to the S-5 experiment flown on most of the earlier Gemini missions. The crew would use a 70 mm Hasselblad camera to perform near nadir-viewing photography of the Earth during 9 AM to 3 PM local time. Two color film packs with a total of 110 exposures were to be carried on the Apollo 1 mission.

Diagram showing the in-flight stowage of the camera and film packs for the S-5A and S-6A experiments on the inside CM crew hatch.

S-6A Synoptic Weather Photography: Similar to the S-6 experiment conducted on most of the Gemini missions, the purpose of this investigation was to provide orbital photographs of weather phenomena at a much higher resolution than was possible with contemporary weather satellites like NASA’s TIROS or Nimbus satellites. One color and one color-shifted infrared film packet along with an ultraviolet filter for the camera would be carried to support this experiment.

T-3 In-Flight Nephelometer: This experiment used a device to measure the size, concentration and distribution of particles present inside the CM cabin. Measurements would be made every six hours starting two days into the mission."

-Information from DrewExMachina: link

The mission was scheduled to last about 2 weeks and would have been recovered by USS ESSEX (CV-9) in the Pacific Ocean on March 7, 1967.

- Apollo 1 mission patch

NASA ID: S66-30236, S66-58038, S66-36742

source, source

#Apollo 1 #AS-204 #Apollo CSM Block I #CSM-012 #SLA-5 #Saturn IB #SA-204 #Rocket #NASA #Apollo Program #C-type Mission #February #1967 #Cancelled #Cancelled Mission #my post

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Of Peaches and Honey || Aegon ii x reader

Requested by: @cara-eva

A/N:finally got around to finish this one, hope u enjoy some soft pampering Aegon fluff 💚

Summary: it’s nearly impossible for anyone to get Aegon into a bathtub, anyone but his beloved aunt

Warnings: incest kinda, implied nudity, FLUFF, whiny Aegon

“Oh how I’ve missed our sweet talks, dear sister” Alicent beamed, taking Y/N’s hand in hers “Please, do visit more often, this castle feels empty without your presence”

“I shall try my best, your grace, I do myself indeed miss our family” the lady nodded with a smile “If you’d allow it, I would like to retreat to my bedchambers for the night”

Lady Y/N Hightower, the flower of Oldtown was renowned for her beauty, elegance and grace. Many were lined for the maiden’s hand yet, much to the displeasure of her father, the queen’s younger sister seemed to show no interest in any suitor.

Y/N walked down the long corridors that led to her chambers, quietly humming to herself, when she heard violent splashes of water followed by enraged shouts and grunts. Consumed by curiosity, the girl gingerly skipped to the slightly agape doors.

The room was an utter mess, puddles of soapy water leaked across the floor, pieces of clothing scattered across every corner and small glass vials shattered, leaking their precious oils. Her gaze traveled across the wrecked room until it fell on the very angered face of Aegon, her sweet nephew.

The prince was standing as bare as his nameday while several servants were desperately trying to get him into the large brass tub that stood in the middle of the chamber.

“Please, your grace, it shall only take a moment” a frightened maid begged him.

“NO! Remove your filthy hands off me, wench!”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a sigh as she finally decided to make her presence known.

“What’s going on here?” she pushed the doors, stepping in, all eyes falling on her “Aegon? What’s the meaning of this?”

“M-my lady, we’re so sorry for the disturbance” one of the maids stepped forward with an apologetic look “We were merely trying to help prince Aegon with his bath per usual”

“Is my nephew causing you trouble?” Y/N shot a warning look at the prince who scoffed in response

“N-no m-my lady, of course not, we-”

Y/N shook her head in disappointment “Out, all of you!” she ordered “I shall take care of this myself”

“B-but my lady, there’s no need, it’s our duty” the maid stepped forward

“You think me incapable of caring for my beloved nephew? Or perhaps you wish for him to awaken the whole castle?” she cocked a brow “I won’t repeat myself, OUT!”

Without another word of objection the maids swiftly saw themselves out of the chambers, heads bowed down. Aegon stared at his aunt, confusion spread across his beautiful features, it was as if he couldn’t grasp what had just happened.

Y/N slowly approached her nephew, seemingly unfazed by his current state of undress “Now my prince, let’s get you cleaned” she smiled gently, motioning towards the tub.

“N-no, I said NO” Aegon stepped back as anger and fear shadowed his face

“Now, is that a way to speak to your lady aunt?” Y/N lifted a brow “You can trust me” she gave him a reassuring smile and pulled him to sit on a small chair by the tub. “Now, tell me what’s wrong”

Aegon silently contemplated her words, he knew he could trust her, he always had, ever since a little boy, when he first laid eyes on his aunt, he had felt a deep sense of admiration towards her. He liked it when she would visit, he liked looking at her, her tight emerald green dresses that always sat just a little bit too low on her shoulders, her perfectly styled hair that always smelled of sweet peach and the glistening gold jewelry that graced her soft skin, it was hard not to stare at her in awe.

“These filthy wenches, I hate them” he sneered “I hate them, I hate everyone in this damned castle”

“Even me?” the lady lifted an eyebrow

Aegon shifted and quickly shook his head

“Good, I wouldn’t like it very much if my favorite nephew hated me” a sly smirk lingered on her lips.

“No need to pity me my lady” he scoffed, turning his head away “It’s no secret that my brother is the one favored by all…my mother included”

“I’m not “all” Aegon, neither I’m your mother” she scrunched her brows and gently pulled his face to look back at her “Am I not the one who would always tell you stories as a child, am I not the one who would always bring you gifts during each of my visits, the one who would sing you to sleep as a babe? Am I not, Aegon”

The prince sighed, looking into her eyes “Y-you are my lady…forgive my words”

Her features softened and she gave him a comforting smile “How about we go to my chambers, my prince, I’ll draw you a warm bath” she handed him his long green silk robe “I promise you shall enjoy my baths much more”

Aegon reluctantly draped himself with it and followed after her. The younger lady Hightower had always been his weakness, he would bring the realm to her feet if she asked; she was the only one who cared, the only one who listened.

Y/N’s chambers were humble in size at least in comparison to the ones of the royal prince, yet there was a certain aura in them, a certain warmth and comfort that made the young prince instantly feel at ease.

He stood by the doors, closely observing his aunt, as she was filling the big tub with warm water, taking in how nicely her thin silky dress hugged around her curves. The young lady wasn’t one for modesty, much to her sister’s disapproval, Y/N always preferred the scant styles of the Dornish attire.

“Sweet nephew, if you’re done staring, would you be so kind as to go in the tub so I can help you bathe?” she smirked, untying his robe. In any other scenario, with any other woman, Aegon would have smugly teased her for undressing him in such a lewd manner yet with her, with lady Y/N he could do nothing but silently stare in awe as her delicate hands slowly pushed down the robe from his shoulders. He then cautiously slid into the steaming bath, allowing his body to get accustomed to the heat.

“How is the water, my prince?” Y/N’s soft voice awaking him from his trance.

“Good…I guess” the prince mumbled, still not convinced of the whole ordeal.

“Okay then” Y/N sighed as she stood up, shuffling for something in a small drawer of her vanity “How about we try these instead?”

She was holding a small wooden chest, in which intricate vials of sweet scents were nicely placed.

“Go on, pick one, they all have special qualities”

Aegon blinked in surprise, he never knew he could choose the scent, he had gotten used to the maids soaking him in a heavy bitter vanilla essence, oh gods, how he despised that stench, but now, now he could actually pick for himself. The prince carefully examined each bottle, taking his time to inhale each intoxicating scent.

“This one” he lifted a small coral vial, a sweet peach scent with soft hints of honey, it smelled just like her, that sweet, sweet scent which would make him swoon each time she’d enter the room.

“Excellent choice, my prince” she smiled “My personal favorite, always helps me relax after an eventful day”

The young lady poured some of it into the warm water, gently lathering it with her hand.

“Ouch” Aegon winced as she began scrubbing his body “Stop doing that!”

Y/N swiftly withdrew her hand from his chest, the delicate pale skin, gleaming bright red from the harsh rag.

“Oh, forgive me, my prince” she caressed his cheek “I’ll be more careful, okay?”

He nodded, giving her permission to continue, this time using a soft cotton cloth to gently clean his sensitive skin. Aegon had finally begun to relax his muscles, allowing himself to indulge in her soft touch. She then moved her hands to gently wash his soft silver curls, taking extra care in preventing the soapy water from falling into his eyes. The prince’s lids grew heavy from the soothing technique she was using to massage his scalp, no one had ever put so much care into him, he wished he could stay like that forever, just the two of them.

“So pretty” she whispered as her hands then glided down his chiseled face “So perfect, the most handsome man I’ve seen”

“Y-you really think that?” Aegon’s eyes fluttered open in disbelief, no woman had ever said such words to him, well, except the flea bottom whores, but this, this was different, she had said them, she, on her own accord, Y/N, his Y/N.

The lady nodded with a smile, leaning in to place a small kiss on his cheek “Every word”

#aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine

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WIP: The Portrait

This is the most self indulgent thing I'm writing, but I'm putting this opener out to see if it works at all... feedback welcome.

Lord Gortash requests a portrait of his paramour. The pay is good, the contract legitimate. It seems almost too good to be true...

The request came to the guild house with gold already attached. Wanted, portrait artist. Female subject, three sittings. Half pay upfront. He did not recognise the seal, but Darcus told him it was from the newly minted Lord Gortash, also known as Enver Flymm, also known in certain parts of the back cities as Flymm the Bloody, where they still dared to say such things. The purse held more gold than Guy had ever seen, and Litton laughed at his face when he opened it.

“Oh, dear boy!” he chided, drawing the string again and placing it in the middle of the table. “You are too swayed by money. What of passion? What of love of the craft?”

It was easy, thought Guy, to care only of craft, of passion or love or whatever else you might want when you were the third son of a Patriar, and mummy dearest paid for your garret upfront for the year so you could slum it a little, just for fun. When you had a real life, a real wife, a real child, love started to mean something very different.

“Give it here,” he said. “I’ll take it. If it’s Kerrie Lovelace again, I still have the sketches from the Ravengard commission.”

Lovelace was popular with the Patriars. A half-elf with the wettest eyes he’d ever seen and a permanently quivering, full lip. She was the lover or some, and the favoured subject of far more since Litton had painted her as a beautiful mermaid to mark The Breaking a few years before. The last piece Guy had painted of her had been a garish facsimile of the original with only surface changes, but it had paid fairly. Money seemed to disappear these days. Between clothing and food for little Eva, new dresses for Sal and keeping up with all of these idiots, he was running dry again.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” said Darcus, his tankard resting against his belly. The moon was barely up and he was already deep in his cups. “These new Lords, they ain’t to be trusted. No honour between them.”

“And I’d take it,” said Litton. “Not personally, of course. But you should take it now before Fevras gets wind. At least you might make something worth hanging.”

And so he finds himself being ushered into full halls of the home of Lord Gortash, a surprisingly unassuming and tasteful villa in the new style, all white stone and iron-wrought glass, every wall crammed to the ceiling with art and curios. There are paintings here from the old masters that must have cost a fortune, plenty of Litton’s best (including The Mermaid, he notes, last in the possession of the Jannath’s), and odd pieces of fine mechanica and automata the likes of which the Halls of Wonder would envy. He almost wishes to stop, take it in, but his patron’s pace is unrelenting as he strides through to the very end of the house. It does not seem wise to keep him waiting.

“I hope it is sufficient light,” says Gortash, opening the door himself to a handsome chamber with full glass windows, a handsome solid desk and a nicely appointed parlour. “You are seeing into the most intimate parts of my estate. I will be present tending to some business while you work, if that is alright with you. I do so like to see a master at their craft.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Guy says as he hands his cloak to a dwarf standing in the centre of the room, who does not move to bow as she takes it. The woman looks at him with some curiosity, and looks over to her Lord with a sharp smile.

“Ah,” starts Gortash, taking the cloak from her and holding it out. An elf in fine brocade sweeps in to take it, and the woman watches with still amusement as they depart. “This, Saer Ceasebourne, is your subject.”

He feels his stomach churn as he looks at her again. She cocks her head in curiosity as she stares back at him. She does not look angry, but now he looks again she does not look amused. No, the look in her eye is something else entirely, and it makes him feel rather sick.

“My apologies, my Lord, I didn’t-”

“Oh dear fellow, do not fret. Though I keep my servants in better finery than this one wears, for future reference.”

“You forget yourself, Lord Gortash.”

The woman’s voice is dark, deep as the Chionthar, and dripping in threat as her eyes flick from him to Gortash. He takes the momentary reprieve from her gaze to cast an eye over her properly. It is hard to see her body under her plain dark red robes, but he can tell from what flesh is exposed at her neck and down her forearms that she is likely to be freckled all over her pale skin. Copper hair is heaped atop her head in a neat bun, her face marked with long lines of a tattoo that traces her strong jaw and pulls into her eyes.

Her eyes. They are quite extraordinary. At a first glance brown, but as the light pulls into them they shine an almost pinkish hue. Like unblooded meat.

Gortash smiles at her, bowing his head ever so slightly. "I apologise for the perceived slight. You are my guest here today. And I hope we will both show proper decorum, for the occasion."

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This ring, from the collection of the Imperial War Museum, was made by Eva Rott, née Hamburger, while incarcerated as a slave labourer at the Heinkel aircraft factory in Barth. Eva and her friend Klara Rakos, both Hungarian Jews, were deported to Auschwitz in the summer of 1944. They survived several of Dr. Mengele’s selections for the gas chambers. Eva believes that it was their close friendship which aided their survival. They were transported as slave labour to Barth, a sub-camp of Ravensbruck. Here they worked at the Heinkel aircraft factory; Eva made this ring for herself out of aluminium scrap. Eva and Klara were liberated by the Soviet Army on 1 May 1945. Eva was eventually reunited with her mother and stepfather, who had escaped to Tangiers.

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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Son of the Darkness IX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: A little mention of smut but that’s all

Word Count: 1,7K

Notes: I will never be able to express how grateful I am for you amazing support, I managed to get a chapter together, writing has been a form of distraction for me and I love it so much, the end of march is always hard for me since my grandpa’s passing, but with your love and with this story, things got a little more bearable. Thank you so much for everything ❤️

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Y/N sighed opening her eyes, some beads of sweat on her forehead as she kept tossing and turning all night, she dreamed of him, in the dream he didn’t stop her hand, he had pulled her closer and kissed her, bringing her to his chamber and fucking her like the world was about to end. She shouldn’t be having those dreams, those feelings, those desires about him, everything about him confused her, especially how she felt empty whenever she was around him, like some vital part of her was missing, and she hated that.

She gave up, shoving her blankets aside and going to take a bath. The sun was already starting to appear behind the mountains, she took her time, washing her body and hair and getting ready for the meeting.

The only one in a good mood was Evanore, she made small talk but neither Y/N nor Azriel paid much attention, too busy trying to avoid each other. He hasn’t been able to look at her, too ashamed of his actions to even speak, he was afraid that if she looked into his eyes, she would see what he did last night while he thought of her. Y/N wasn’t much different, embarrassed of her feelings, she looked at him and only saw her dream, and the ache in her body wishing it was real, the desire both carried for each other burning so deeply that it hurt.

Azriel was only able to think about something else when he stepped in the living room of the House of Wind, Evanore’s powers stronger than the magic that protected the place, the inner circle members were all there, even Feyre’s sisters. Rhys and Cassian were the first ones to jump on him, greeting him and asking him how he had been.

“You left without saying goodbye.” Morrigan said, pulling him in for a hug, and unlike before, his heart didn’t skip a beat, he didn’t feel the necessity to hold her closer, he didn’t see her as the woman he loved, he saw her as the friend he missed dearly, and the realisation confused him. He has always been so sure of how he felt about Morrigan, he loved her and would love her forever, he knew that, but something inside of him had changed, someone had changed his feelings for the blonde, and he suspected that someone was the female hugging Cassian like they were old friends.

“Duty called.” He joked. Rhys clapped his hands, bringing the attention to him, and announced that the breakfast was served and they should eat. They sat at the dinner table, various food and drinks appearing in front of them, Evanore’s stomach made a loud noise and they laughed, starting to eat.

“How is the High Lord’s life Az?” Feyre asked, biting her toast.

“I don’t know how Rhys does it, it’s exhausting, I might need some vacation after the war.” He smiled, he felt complete in the presence of his family, he missed them so much.

“It’s a hard job, but I’m sure you do it great.” Rhys commented.

“It’s easy when you have someone to do the work for you.” Y/N joked and Eva laughed, winking at him, he rolled his eyes.

“Those males, always needing a strong female to take care of things for them. Right, Amren? Right, Feyre?” Mor said and the females smiled.

“You’re right, always us, cleaning after their messes.” Amren nodded, her voice too strong to match her tiny body, she didn’t eat, only sipping on a goblet, the red liquid staining her lips.

“Ha ha, I can take care of that court with my eyes closed.” Azriel stated, Y/N rose an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.

“Then you don’t need help preparing for The Blood Moon festival, do you?” She sipped on her coffee, finally looking at him in the eyes for more than two seconds.

“The what?” He scratched his head, he had read all the history books he could find, this must have slipped his mind.

“Oooooh I love the festival!” Eva giggled. “It’s an ancient Sephiran tradition, but thanks to our late High Lord, the whole court celebrates now.” She seemed over the moon while she talked about that, her favourite festivity at the court.

“And what is this exactly?” Cassian inquired. She got up, whispering some words, a mist covered the dinner table, images started to appear as she talked.

“Every 50 years the sun, the moon and the earth align, creating a lunar eclipse. My ancestors discovered that when the eclipse was at its fullest, they could use the moon's power to strengthen their lands and their magic.” Everyone saw the witches dancing and the moon, red as blood, their bodies glowing in the moonlight as they celebrated. “When Loralen made the pact with my sisters, they agreed that the festival should be celebrated by everyone, and when the eclipse is in its fullest, the females around the court dance, this way the moon bless our court and ourselves with more power.”

“That’s beautiful!” Mor said.

“What about the males?” Cassian asked.

“The males can appreciate the dance and the food, our strength is based on the natural connection us females have with nature and the moon, the dance is a big part in the ritual to strengthen our lands and power, it’s through the dance and the connection that we are able to canalise the moon’s power and spread it across the court!”

“And it’s in one week, you all should come, it’s a beautiful celebration, the whole court celebrates for 3 days until the Eclipse night, to honour The Mother, the witches and the moon, thanking and celebrating their power and good fortune.” Y/N finished, the mist disappearing and everything going back to normal.

“We would love to!” Feyre nodded. “We’re going to be there!” Rhys hummed, agreeing with her, they needed something to distract their minds after the whole trouble arranging the High Lord’s meeting.

“Lovely!” Eva clapped, she was so excited, after spending the festival in the Yrila forest for 10 years, with Y/N joining her sometimes, Rune has finally agreed that she was old enough to spend it at Thera, she just needed to spend a day praying in the forest and then she would be free to go!

The breakfast was finished soon after, Mor had asked Evanore what she should bring and now the two were discussing what to wear, while Y/N and Azriel were heading to Rhysand’s office. They were joined by Feyre and Cassian, the 5 of them sitting in a circle as they started their meeting.

“As you were aware, we’ve been trying to set up a meeting with all the High Lords to discuss the war, it took months but we finally came to an agreement.” Rhys started.

“And what agreement is this?” Y/N asked.

“We will be meeting at the Dawn Court, in Thesan’s home, they all agreed it’s a neutral space for a meeting.” Feyre said.

“And are we going alone or what?” Azriel looked at Rhys.

“They also agreed that we should bring protection, you can choose whoever you want, I’m bringing Cassian, Mor and Nesta decided to join us!”

“Nesta?”

“She wants to testify on Tamlin’s betrayal.” Feyre said, her voice laced with anger.

“Makes sense!” Azriel agreed.

“And how many people can we bring?” Y/N looked at Azriel, they shouldn’t bring too many people, she could protect him just fine.

“I know those fuckers will probably bring their whole army, afraid of us.” Cassian snorted, disdain in his features. “So you can bring as many as you want, but I don’t think you will need much.” He winked at Y/N.

“You’re right, I just need 3 seats in that meeting!” Azriel said.

“Three?”

“I need you there, not just as a protection, but you need to be present in such a discussion, and Eva would be so sad if we didn’t bring her!” Y/N laughed involuntarily, the image of Evanore’s puppy dog eyes as they told her she couldn’t come appeared in her head.

“Yeah, you’re right, she would be devastated!” Y/N agreed, then followed Cassian and Feyre out of the office to discuss security issues.

“You seem different brother, happier!” Rhys casually said, handing him a glass filled with amber liquor, Azriel drank a little, feeling the sweetness in his mouth and the bitterness in his throat.

“Being where my mother grew up, being around people that don’t fear me all the time, it’s so good Rhys! I love it here, it’s my home but that place, it’s where I truly belong.” Rhysand patted his shoulder, a smile dancing on his lips.

“It feels like a weight was lifted from your shoulders, you deserve this Az, and I hope you find everything that you need there.” Azriel looked at him.

“I think I’m on the right path.” Rhysand laughed.

“You’re fucked!”

“What?”

“You like her.” Azriel stepped aside.

“I always knew that you created things in your head Rhysand, but this is a whole new level of craziness.” He accused Rhys and he laughed even more.

“See, you’re so defensive, the last time you acted like this was when I asked you about Morrigan, and now, that lovesick gaze that you gave my cousin is directed to her. She got you wrapped around her finger brother.”

“You’re delusional.” He said, walking towards the exit, Rhys shook his head, Azriel was unbelievable, he has always been a little clueless when the topic was females, but even the blind could see how he looked at her, like she had shone brighter than the moon, like no one could compare to her beauty, and there was that smell lingering around them, something familiar but Rhys couldn’t point what was yet.

As Rhys got out of his office Eva was standing in the wall in front of his door, he rose an eyebrow and she smiled widely.

“You can smell it too can’t you?” She inquired.

“Smell what?”

“Their mating bond.” Rhysand’s eyes went wide and he finally could distinguish the smell, faint and barely there, the smell of their mating bond trying to make itself known.

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