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HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN.

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT - MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest (uncle and niece), kinda non/dub con, p in v, semi public sex, doggy style, degrading, slapping, possessiveness, jealousy

WORDS: 1.5 K

NOTES: This is something I had written and posted on another blog when I (rightfully so) didn't feel accepted and wanted in fandom. So, if any of you remembers this, it was written by me. This is Lingo Jam High Valyrian (it is what it is).

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

It’s way past the Hour of the Owl as you stand in the Throne Room all by yourself, all the tables for the guests of your coronation feast having already been cleared and stored away by the keep’s staff, leaving the room to be eerily quiet and empty.

You stand in front of the intimidating Iron Throne, looming in the dim light of the candles around you, your fingertips barely brushing the sharp swords that were used to forge it by your ancestors, reminiscing about all the times you’ve seen your father sitting on it.

Unlike your grandsire and father before you, you chose to wear the Conqueror's Crown and wield his sword, the big, square-cut rubies complimenting the red and gold gown you wear.

The heavy doors leading to the intimidating chambers open behind you, but you don’t turn around, knowing all too well who intrudes the silence and serenity. His footsteps are heavy, bouncing off the thick columns and walls on his way.

“Skoros iksis ziry ao jeldan naejot ȳdragon naejot nyke nūmāzma?” you ask, but before you’re able to turn around, the weight of your husband’s chest against your back pushes you forward, the ostentatious crown on your head toppling to the ground at the impact. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?

Both your hands immediately seize the armrests of the Iron Throne for support, more so when Daemon’s hand falls to the place between your shoulders to keep you exactly like you are, bowed forward with no chance to move.

“Hm,” he hums, applying just a bit of pressure to your back. “How about the wanton farce you put up for that cunt of a Lannister?” he growls, and it’s clear it is not a question but an accusation.

There is not one breath wasted when he rucks up the skirts of your gown and bunches it around your waist, fisting it with one of his large paws. The matter clearly is serious, and has occupied him for quite some time now, considering he prefers to answer you in the Common Tongue rather than High Valyrian.

But it’s not like you have much time to really process the meaning behind it, considering he has the skirt of your dress in his hand in one moment, and your small clothes pulled down to your knees in the next. Your cunt is exposed to the chilly air of the Red Keep, and to anyone that chooses to intrude on such an intimate and disgraceful scene, and much to your husband’s surprise, you’re soaked with anticipation, which earns you a condescending scoff from him.

He has quickly figured that there isn't going to come any reply from you, too caught up in the heat of the moment and the little predicament you’ve found yourself in, and forces a gasp from your lips as his hand not-so-gently collides with your bare rear.

Your body slightly lulls forwards to escape the stinging pain that blooms on your skin, but to now avail. “I–I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you press with despair audible in your voice.

But he just scoffs again. “Oh, I’m certain you don’t,” his voice is sharp, and the words underlined by another slap to your arse. “Need I remind Your Grace who they belong to?” The title is spoken in a way to make a mock display of his courtesy, displaying how little care he holds over your status at this moment.

You’re not quite sure what he is up to when you feel and hear him shifting and fumbling behind you, although you have a mild guess, until you feel the tip of his hard cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He pushes in even before you can answer, any words or pathetic protests dying on your tongue and replaced by a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he says more to himself, his tone suddenly taking on an air of smugness. His words are followed by a groan that flows into a heedless sigh as he bottoms out completely, his heavy stones pressing against your pearl.

It’s a side to Daemon you haven’t seen or experienced before, despite growing up around him, his several liaisons and wives. There has never been something akin to jealousy coursing through his veins before. Yes, Daemon has always been a little too rough, too impatient and resolving matters by force rather than diplomacy, but you’ve never seen his blood run this hot.

His upper body slightly bends forward and towers over yours as he rests one hand on the backrest of the Throne, the other still on your hip with your skirts tightly secured.

“What–” the words catch in your throat, replaced by a whimper. “What if anyone sees us?”

“Jaelan zirȳ naejot ūndegon,” he growls. “Jaelan zirȳ naejot gīmigon bona iksā ñuhon.” I want them to see. I want them to know that you’re mine.

The whine you release at that is nothing short of desperate. While the thought of anyone catching you two frightens you to the core, you enjoy the possessive side of him, reveling in his desire just for you since you’ve shared it most of your life with your younger sister.

Pulling out of you almost completely, the tip of his cock is the only thing that remains buried inside of you. While the feeling of the sudden loss makes you whine and push your hips back to force him inside again, it also earns you another harsh slap that’s served to your arse.

“Ao sagon ñuhon se mazemā skoros nyke tepagon ao, iksis bona shifang?” You're mine and you take what I give you, is that understood?

Daemon then slams his hips into yours as a warning, filling you up in a swift thrust that has you gasping, and knocks the air straight from your lungs. “Gaomagon daor mazverdagon nyke ivestragon ziry arlī,” he snarls. “Gaomagon. Ao. Shifang?” Each word is punctuated with a harsh snap of his hips. Don’t make me say it again. Do. You. Understand?

“K… kessa,” you hiccup. Yes.

The pace of his thrusts is nothing short of ruthless, and he uses the grip on your hip to pull you back onto his cock for your bodies to meet halfway, the most obscene sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing off the walls of the Throne Room.

His stones are heavy and the fleshy pouch they sit in slightly sagged, hitting your pearl perfectly each time he fills you to the brim, and sending shivers to the soles of your feet.

Daemon forces your hips higher until you’re standing on your tiptoes for him, your body barely supported by his fingers digging into your hip. The angle changes with that, allowing him to shove his cock into you even deeper than before – a change that has him groaning and grunting over and over again.

Your eyes lull into the back of your head, and the heat in your belly doesn’t diminish, causing a renewed wave of arousal to leak out of your core.

Not caring if the skirts of your gown are riding down again, he grips the back of your neck firmly enough so you can’t turn your head, fucking you as if his life depends on it and knocking every breath clean out of your lungs.

Daemon forces his hips into yours with such determination, he is close to shoving you up against the Iron Throne with the force of his need, your arms almost buckling under the weight he puts onto you. You can tell he’s racing for completion, effectively pulling you with him in the process.

With the pace of his hips not faltering once, your peak washes over you in an ambush. The pleasure in your body gets intense enough for your legs to tremble, his hand that rests on the Iron Throne coming down to seize your hip to support you. Your walls clench around his cock tight enough for him to draw in a sharp breath, but the assault on your cunt doesn’t cease.

“Qilōni gaomagon ao sytilībagon naejot?” Daemon groans, pulling you back onto his cock and fucking you through your peak. Who do you belong to? It’s almost as if he’s asking for your reassurance, wanting to be sure of your feelings for him.

“A… ao,” you hiccup. “Ik… iksan aōhon.” You. I’m yours.

His peak crashes over him with your reassurance, his throbbing cock spending itself deep inside of your cunt. His hands trail up and down your sides in nothing else than pure bliss, and when it’s all over, he releases a sigh of relief, almost as if the pressure has fallen off his shoulders.

He cups your arse with both hands, and squeezes your flesh. When he doesn’t make any move to pull out of you, however, it’s clear that he is relishing the way your drenched cunt embraces his flaccid cock.

“No one will make you feel as good as I do, dōna ābrazȳrys, and certainly no Lannister,” he rasps. “He would not know how to handle the Blood of the Dragon. You were made for me, and you belong to me. Always have, always will.” Sweet wife.

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Twenty-Four

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: Celebrations

Summary: (Y/N) meets Saiki's grandfather, and his friends celebrate his birthday.

Mouse Note: Thank you so much for everyone's support on this series, it means the world to me. Don't worry, the story isn't over, we'll return to Saiki and MC soon, but first I'm going to have an AOS! Logos and Pathos book and then a One Hell of a Love book and maybe some other things going on. I hope you guys enjoyed, I was super surprised by the support of this book, but it was so wonderful, and I hope you guys like this end

(Y/N) walked through the shopping center, humming along to the song playing in their earbuds. They had gotten all the ingredients and supplies to try making macarons, so now all that was left was to go home and make them.

Should I bring them to school and hand them out to people? thought (Y/N). In that case, I should get some bags to put them in.

They paused as they passed a sad-looking man sitting dejectedly on a bench. “Excuse me, sir, are you lost?” they asked, stepping forward.

“Huh?” The grey-haired man looked up. “What do you want?” he said grumpily.

“I was wondering if I could help you at all,” said (Y/N), still friendly. They were used to people being rougher around the edges—Saiki was like that.

“I don’t need any help. Leave me alone,” huffed the man.

In a store nearby, Saiki was struck by a sudden feeling—something was going on with his grandfather. While his mother watched his grandmother try on teenager’s clothing, Saiki slipped out to check on his grandfather. He rounded a corner to look at where Grandpa Saiki had been left to fend for himself. Saiki nearly groaned. (Y/N) was speaking to him. Somehow, his family—weird as they were—kept meeting (Y/N). (Yes, his parents both liked (Y/N), but this was his tsundere grandfather. He couldn’t let (Y/N) get scared off by Grandpa Saiki’s outward rudeness). Saiki needed to intervene before Grandpa Saiki hurt (Y/N)’s feelings.

“Well, sir, you look lost, and I don’t want to leave you to fend for yourself. Are you positive you’re alright?” asked (Y/N), smiling. “I know Shibuya can be a bit confusing sometimes. I got lost the first few times I visited.”

Grandpa Saiki stared at (Y/N), still so friendly despite him being rude. “…I’m just waiting for my family. They went in without me.”

“That’s too bad,” said (Y/N).

“I fought with my grandson,” admitted Grandpa Saiki.

Saiki stared in shock. (Y/N) had easily gotten along with Grandpa Saiki. It seemed everyone they met liked (Y/N) (or almost all). Not that Saiki could blame anyone. He liked them for a reason (innumerable reasons, actually).

“That’s too bad,” said (Y/N), sitting down next to Grandpa Saiki.

“He’s seventeen years old, and he’s my adorable grandson,” said Grandpa Saiki sadly.

“You seem to care about him a lot,” said (Y/N).

“But we fought, and now he doesn’t like me,” said Grandpa Saiki.

“I’m sure he still cares about you,” said (Y/N) encouragingly. “Families have little quarrels all the time. You just have to make it up to him so that he knows you’re sorry about it all.”

“But how?” said Grandpa Saiki.

“A gift is always appreciated,” said (Y/N). “And if you want, I could help you pick something out. Your grandson and I are the same age, so maybe we have similar interests.”

Saiki watched all of this unfold, dumbfounded. Grandpa Saiki was never so reasonable, and somehow, (Y/N) was handling him like any other person—easily, kindly. Curious, Saiki followed (Y/N) and Grandpa Saiki as they walked into a store.

“What does your grandson like?” asked (Y/N). “Clothes, accessories, games, sweets?”

“I’m not sure,” said Grandpa Saiki. “I know that he wears barrettes and glasses with all of his outfits and that he likes when my wife bakes.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “He sounds like my friend. He really likes sweets and has glasses.”

You’re so observant and yet so oblivious, thought Saiki fondly.

(Y/N) led Grandpa Saiki to the grocery aisle of the store to show him the options for sweets. “There are brownies, cupcakes, coffee jellies, candy, all sorts of things. What do you think?”

“Hm…I’m not sure,” said Grandpa Saiki. “What does your friend like?”

(Y/N) laughed. “Well, my friend is really unique and has an obsession with coffee jelly. But I don’t know if every teenager has the same tastes as Kusuo.”

Grandpa Saiki perked up. “Kusuo? As in Kusuo Saiki?”

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“That’s my grandson,” said Grandpa Saiki. I met one of my beloved grandson’s friends!

“Really?” (Y/N) laughed. “What a coincidence! I’m his friend, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“It’s nice to meet any of my grandson’s friends,” said Grandpa Saiki.

You’re only saying that because you met (Y/N). They’re the best of my friends, thought Saiki. They’re the one he loved.

“It’s a pleasure to meet his family,” said (Y/N), bowing politely. They grinned. “And now you know exactly what to get him!” They nodded to the coffee jelly. “Get him some coffee jelly and he’ll forgive you for anything.”

“Thank you,” said Grandpa Saiki, picking up a package. “You’ve been a great help,” he said as they headed towards the counter to pay.

“Of course,” said (Y/N). “Tell Kusuo I say, ‘hi!’ ” They bowed. “And, again, it was nice meeting you.” With a final wave, they headed off.

Saiki watched his grandfather pay for the package and walked out. Somehow, this situation had turned in Saiki’s favor.

When (Y/N) is involved, everything gets better.

That night, as he ate his grandfather’s apology, he smiled and thought of (Y/N)’s kindness.

Saiki sighed as he got up to leave class. Everyone had been bothering him today. Even minor characters like Amp and Kusuke had made an appearance. The cameos were off the charts, and Saiki knew that meant trouble, so he wanted to escape.

Additionally, though, people had been acting strangely around him. His friends (bothers) weren’t hanging around quite as closely as normal and avoiding being around him. Ordinarily, that would be a good thing, but…

“Hey, pal, let’s go home together. The runt says we should talk about tomorrow,” said Nendou.

“Wha—?!” Kuboyasu stared at Nendou in alarm.

“You idiot!” said Kaidou. “What are you doing?! That’s not what we planned.”

“Huh? But it’s my pal’s—”

“Shut up! Let’s go,” said Kaidou, dragging Nendou towards the door.

“Come on, you guys,” said (Y/N), ushering them away. “Bye, Kusuo! See you tomorrow!”

Saiki sighed. With his telepathy, he knew exactly what was going on, and despite his current respite from their bothersome schemes, it was just going to come around and become an even bigger problem for him in the long run.

Yare yare.

“Nendou made me nervous,” said Kaidou as he looked out the window with the group by his side.

“He almost ruined our plan,” said Hairo, shaking his head.

“You almost ruined it, too, Chiyo,” warned Teruhashi.

“I let my guard down. I’ll be more careful,” said Yumehara.

“So where’s Nendou?” asked Kuboyasu.

“I sent him home. With his brain, he can’t keep up with this plan,” said Kaidou.

“That’s for the best,” said Hairo.

“We’ve been preparing this for a week,” said Kaidou gravely. “We can’t afford to fail.” He unraveled the plans. The top read “Operation: Surprise Birthday Party for Kusuo Saiki.” “We can’t afford to fail. Now, let’s start the strategy meeting…for Operation Surprise Saiki, which is taking place tomorrow!”

(Y/N) shook their head and chuckled. They had tried to intercede, but at this point, they were going to let the plan go through. They’re all put too much work into it.

“Tomorrow, after school, Aren and I will lure Saiki to the location of the party, which is my house,” said Kaidou. “We won’t talk about his birthday at all. When we get to my house, I’ll go get something to drink, Aren will take him to the room. When the time seems right, Aren will set off a cracker. That’ll be the signal to say, ‘Happy Birthday!’ Then, I’ll bring out the birthday cake, and the surprise will be a big success. I wonder what the look on his face will be…”

Poor Kusuo. (Y/N) smiled to themself. Hopefully he’ll remember they all have good intentions. I mean, even if his birthday is actually in August…

Outside the door, Saiki sighed as everyone went on and on about their excitement and the gifts they prepared. At this point, he couldn’t tell them they had the wrong day. Not when Kaidou read aloud his proclamation of friendship. Not when (Y/N) was involved and so happy (even if he did wonder why they hadn’t corrected everyone about his birthday).

A little smile appeared on Saiki’s face. Yare yare. So troublesome, and yet he was willing to put up with them. For some reason, anyway.

“Saiki went home?!” cried Kaidou.

“Yeah,” said Kuboyasu grimly.

“I warned you, he likes to leave school as soon as possible,” chuckled (Y/N).

“What do we need to do now?” said Kaidou.

“Do we put a stop to it?” wondered Kuboyasu.

“Not after all this time. Time for plan beta!” said Kaidou.

“We have a plan beta?” wondered (Y/N).

Sure enough, the entire group—Yumehara, Mera, Kaidou, Kuboyasu, (Y/N), Hairo, and Teruhashi—was soon crouching around the corner from Saiki’s house.

“I’ll explain again,” said Kaidou. “First, we ring Saiki’s doorbell. When he comes out, we all pull the crackers. The Emotional Saiki Plan.”

“What if someone else answers?” asked Kuboyasu.

“We will explain it and make them let us in,” said Kaidou. “Let’s go!”

The group headed towards the door and rang the doorbell. (Y/N) smiled and shook their head. Whoever opened the door, they knew Saiki had a trick up his sleeve. Going along with something so steeped in emotions was not Saiki’s way.

The door swung open, and Saiki stood there.

“Surprise!” called everyone, cracking the crackers.

Saiki’s eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled. “What? What is this?”

“Today’s your birthday, right?” said Teruhashi brightly.

“Yes, but…”

Aha. (Y/N) giggled behind their hand. That wasn’t Saiki. It was Mr. Saiki since today was his birthday.

“We came to celebrate your birthday!” said Hairo.

“Wow, really?!” said Mr. Saiki, beaming from Saiki’s face. It was odd to see it, but (Y/N) at least could see through it. “You know my birthday?”

“Of course, Saiki,” said Kaidou.

“ ‘Saiki?’ ” repeated Mr. Saiki, still happy.

“Hey, pal!” Nendou walked up. “I heard it’s your birthday!” He held up a watermelon.

“Nendou, you came, too?” said Mr. Saiki.

“He managed it,” said Kaidou, nodding.

“Come on in, all of you,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Thanks, Saiki!” said Yumehara, heading it.

Wow, no one has noticed how differently “Kusuo” is acting, thought (Y/N).

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, (Y/N),” said Teruhashi curiously. “You keep smiling and laughing.”

“I’m just having a really good time,” chuckled (Y/N).

It’s still going? thought Saiki. He had thought this would end quickly.

“Thank you all so much,” said Mr. Saiki. “I would never have expected Kusuo’s friends to celebrate my birthday. I’m deeply moved.”

(Y/N) coughed at the mention of “Kusuo’s friends,” but luckily, no one seemed to notice.

“You’re our friend,” said Mera.

“Happy birthday,” said Hairo.

“Yes, Saiki!” said Kaidou. “By the way, Saiki, are your parents here?”

“My parents don’t live with us,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Whoa, really?” said Hairo.

“My mother lives in the family home, and my father is no longer with us,” said Mr. Saiki.

He’s walking right into trouble with that one, thought (Y/N). They decided to step in. “Oh, yeah, he’s traveling for work right now.”

I’m glad someone has worked it out and is helping.

“What? No, he’s—”

“Come upstairs,” said Saiki directly to his father’s mind.

“Huh? Is that Kusuo?” wondered Mr. Saiki.

“Kusuo?” repeated Kuboyasu.

“I need to head upstairs for a moment,” said Mr. Saiki awkwardly, leaving the room.

Alright, I’ll hold down the fort. I wonder what Saiki’ll do now. Have his dad continue the party or end it or…actually come down himself? (Y/N) hoped he would. Even if it wasn’t his birthday, they wanted to spend some time with him and give him the present. All of his friends did.

Upstairs, Saiki explained the situation to his father, who nodded.

“Oh, I see. That’s what I thought. I thought it was strange,” said Mr. Saiki.

“You were totally into it,” said Saiki.

“The surprise is over, so you want to switch places?” said Mr. Saiki.

“No. Keep going,” said Saiki, giving a thumbs up.

“You want me to keep going?!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.

“It’s not my birthday. I can’t pretend it is,” said Saiki, pushing his father back down the stairs.

“I’m not you, Kusuo. I can’t pretend that I am. I think (L/N) already figured it out,” said Mr. Saiki.

“They did. They’re observant. But they won’t say anything,” said Saiki. “I’m counting on you.” I can’t respond to their kindness.

Pretend to be Kusuo, thought Mr. Saiki, standing before the door. He opened it. “Yare yare. Sorry for the wait. Yare yare.”

I don’t say yare yare that much.

“We’re sorry for interrupting your birthday while your father is away,” said Kaidou.

“Oh, it’s fine. He’s coming back today,” said Mr. Saiki quickly.

He’s really not like Kusuo at all, thought (Y/N).

“And why’d you used the term ‘not with us?’ ” said Kuboyasu. “That sounds like he’s dead.”

“You shouldn’t talk about your dad that way,” said Hairo, shaking his head.

“M-My apologies,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Well, anyway,” said Teruhashi, trying to break in.

“Look, we finished the cake!” said Yumehara brightly, holding up the box.

“It turned out great,” said Teruhashi.

“Especially the face,” agreed Yumehara.

They took the cake out and put it on the table. It was all smooshed and melted.

“Oh, no,” the girls said, deflating.

Oh dear, thought (Y/N) sympathetically. It’s so hard to shape cakes and keep them looking good.

They should have gotten (Y/N) to help them.

“It got smashed in the transit,” said Teruhashi in disappointment.

“But you made it with lots of love, so that’s what matters,” said (Y/N).

“What?! Love?! No, no! It’s just friendship! A friendship birthday cake! Besides, Chiyo made it with me! We put a ton of work in together!” rambled Teruhashi in a panic.

“We’ll make another,” said Yumehara, looking at Mr. Saiki. “I swear, it looked perfect!”

There’s no choice.

“Wow, look! The cake is reforming!” said Hairo, staring at the cake.

“The sponge cake is rebounding,” said Kuboyasu.

Thank you, Kusuo, thought (Y/N). They knew he’d save his friends’ feelings after they worked so hard for him even if misguided).

“Wow, this is amazing,” said Mr. Saiki, looking at the Saiki-shaped cake. “It looks delicious.”

That is something Kusuo would say, thought (Y/N), grinning.

“Just wait, you’ll really be moved!” said Mera.

“We have a surprise for you,” said Kuboyasu. “A video letter—”

Mera held up the camera, and Nendou’s face hit it. It fell to the ground, broken.

“Oh,” said (Y/N), disappointed since Mera and Kuboyasu had worked hard on it.

“Oh, no, that’s no good,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Sorry, Saiki.” Kuboyasu took off his glasses. “Go on. Hit me. Everyone, hit me.”

“Kuboyasu, there’s really no need for that,” said (Y/N) quickly. “It was an accident.”

Yare yare.

“Hey, look! It’s working,” said Kaidou, staring at the TV screen as it displayed the video letter.

“It’s fixed,” said Hairo in happy amazement.

“Alright!” said Kaidou. “Raise a glass and let’s start the feast.”

“Cheers!” Everyone lifted their glasses.

The party was in full swing. (Y/N) hung back since they felt awkward interacting with their crush’s father in such a context (also, they were disappointed Saiki himself wasn’t there), but everyone was having a great time. Some people armed wrestled, they joked, they laughed, and they bonded with one another—already a tight-knit friend group getting closer.

Upstairs, Saiki sat and psychically monitored the party so that his dad didn’t screw anything up for his reputation or give away his psychic abilities.

“Oh, there you are,” said Mr. Saiki, popping his face upstairs. “Your dad’s a star!”

“Good for you.”

“Well, you want to switch soon?” said Mr. Saiki.

“No thanks. Hurry back now,” said Saiki. “I would only be a buzzkill.”

“So what?”

Saiki looked up at his dad in slight surprise.

“Go on, Kusuo,” said Mr. Saiki. “You must feel some gratitude toward them. You didn’t want to hurt their feelings, so you asked me to cover for you. But that’s not right. They all came here for you, Kusuo. Even if you do hurt their feelings, you should go to them.” He turned and walked away.

Saiki paused and watched him go. “Who are you to lecture me?” He stood.

“I’m your father!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.

Saiki glanced at the stairs and walked down. He paused outside of the living room. Now, how do I get rid of them?

“That was a huge success,” said Kaidou.

“Saiki seemed really happy about everything,” agreed Teruhashi.

“(Y/N), you didn’t give him his present,” said Yumehara.

“I’ll give it to him later,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“He seemed very energetic. He must have really liked all of this,” said Hairo.

“Yes, but something didn’t seem quite right,” said Nendou.

“That’s true. It’s like the walls around him are stronger than ever,” said Kaidou.

“Maybe he was trying to hard to go along with us,” said Kuboyasu.

“Oh, no, that’s terrible,” said Yumehara.

“He should just be himself,” said Hairo.

(Y/N) nodded. “We accept him how he is.” For who he really is.

Yare yare. You’re the ones who are acting strange. Saiki opened the door.

“Hey, pal, what took you so long?” Nendou grinned at him.

“Saiki!” The group beamed at him.

“Yare yare.” Saiki shook his head and sat down.

He watched as everyone eagerly chatted and joked, leaving him a little more alone—not wanting him to “put up his walls again.”

“Do you want a piece of cake?” said (Y/N), sitting down beside him and lifting a plate.

“Yes,” said Saiki, instantly taking it and taking a bite.

(Y/N) leaned in, smiled, and whispered, “Welcome to the party, Kusuo.”

Saiki looked at them and nodded. Ah, well. He could avoid them all tomorrow. He supposed this wasn’t terrible.

“Why didn’t you tell them it wasn’t my birthday?” asked Saiki. He floated the plates he was cleaning to (Y/N), who set them in the drying rack. “You know when my birthday is.” It wasn’t accusatory, just a plain question.

“They made the whole plan before they even told me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “At that point they’d put so much work into it that I couldn’t help but let it keep going.” They chuckled and nudged him. “Besides, that’s the exact same reason you let it go on.”

“No, I just couldn’t convince them not to,” said Saiki.

“Uh-huh,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes with a laugh. “You know I see through you by now.”

“See through me?”

“Yep,” chirped (Y/N), grinning.

Saiki looked at them, nearly asked them a question, and then stopped.

“Oh, Kusuo, before I forget, I got you a gift,” said (Y/N), heading back into the living room.

Saiki followed. “But it isn’t my birthday.”

“I decided I might as well get into the spirit of things,” said (Y/N) brightly. They held up the present. “Tada! Open it up.”

Saiki curiously opened the box and found a book(?) inside. He glanced up. This wasn’t a sweet or something themed on a sweet like (Y/N)’s usual gifts.

“Look inside,” said (Y/N), grinning.

Saiki lifted the album out and opened it. He stared. It was a photo. Of Café Mami. He turned the page. Now there was a photo of the sports festival, him running his race. Christmas with his friends. The beach. Okinawa. Karoake. London. Him having…fun. His friends with him. People celebrating, smiling.

“I know you’re not big on being with people, but I know I really loved—liked having these moments with you,” said (Y/N). They smiled sheepishly. “So I guess this was partly a gift for me, but I, uh, I hope you can see these moments as fondly as I do.”

Saiki looked between the photos and (Y/N). No. He wasn’t an extrovert. He didn’t seek others out. He found most incidents bothers. But…

But.

But in every one of these memories, there was something Saiki did like. Yes, he was…fond of his friends. This was the only moment he’d admit that. However, more importantly to Saiki, (Y/N) was in every one of those memories. They didn’t feature in any of the photos, but he knew they were behind the camera with a smile on their face. That was the reason Saiki instantly loved the photos. They held (Y/N)’s joy.

And that was the reason Saiki loved them.

“I love it, (Y/N),” said Saiki.

(Y/N) beamed. “I’m glad.”

“…I love it because you made it,” said Saiki. “You always put so much heart into what you make.”

(Y/N) blushed. “Thanks, Kusuo.”

“Even when I’m ungrateful, you’re still so kind,” said Saiki, stepping forward.

(Y/N) looked at Saiki. “We’ve talked about this before, Kusuo, I don’t care that you’re not into words of affection. That doesn’t matter to me.”

“It does. It does to me. Because you deserve to know that you’re a good friend and that I…I value you.” Saiki swallowed. This was it. “I like you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) started as they heard Saiki speak without telepathy. “You—You what?”

“I like you,” repeated Saiki. “As…as more than a friend.”

“You do?” A smile spread across (Y/N)’s face. “Really?”

Saiki nodded jerkily.

“Oh, Kusuo. I like you, too,” said (Y/N). They let out a joyful laugh. “I really, really like you, Kusuo. I have feelings for you.”

“I do, too,” said Saiki. “I didn’t phrase it right.”

“You phrased it just right,” said (Y/N), stepping up and taking Saiki’s hand daringly. They cleared their throat. “Can I-Can I kiss you, Kusuo?”

Saiki looked at them, and he found that the idea of affection with them was as appealing as ever. He nodded and held their hand tighter.

Saiki and (Y/N) leaned, hesitant, unsure of themselves, but perfectly comfortable with one another. They were willing to try something new with the person they loved.

Their lips touched, and Saiki and (Y/N) pulled back for a moment. But the separation lasted for but a second as they leaned back in, kissing once more, more confidently, more eagerly.

When they finally separated, (Y/N) and Saiki were both pink, and (Y/N) let out a little laugh at the rush of joy. Saiki felt their hand in his and gazed at the beautiful smile he had fallen for. There was only one thing he could say.

“Oh, wow.”

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Our Sweet Remedy

Gale x Fem!Tav [AFAB, she/her]

Rating: Explicit [18+ MDNI]

Word count: 2.8k

Request: 69 or DP with Gale by anon!

Warnings: Smut (oral [f and m receiving, face fucking, cum swallowing], Gale’s projection double participates [PiV], double penetration, fingering), dirty talk, Dom!Gale (and he is condescending lmao, but no degradation), after care, safe and consensual check ins. Changing POV (Tav then Gale).

Notes: there is so little plot here I don’t know what to say. No beta reader, only Ao can judge me. Also idk if it’s mirror image Gale uses for his projection? Sorry if that that is not lore accurate.

My Ao3

Tav felt she may have to sit down and chat with Gale about his inability to just lay back and receive every once in a while.

It was post-exam season, and her overachieving fiance, had just spent many days cooped up in the study grading and reading final assignments. But it was finally over and they were celebrating the completion of his first full term as a professor at Blackstaff. A night out so neither of them had to cook and a bottle of wine to end the evening.

With Gale wrapped up in his work, it had been up to Tav to arrange everything. Her plans for the night had so far gone exactly as they ought to, they made it to their reservation for dinner, the walk to and from the tower had been exactly on time and when they got through the door he was amenable to being ordered upstairs.

This was where the plan went awry. She had meant to get on her knees, and give him some well-deserved admiration. Gale, however, after what felt like weeks of being drowned in work and only seeing glimpses of his betrothed was feeling clingy and needy.

Instead of having his cock in her mouth from her knees, she was draped alongside him on the bed. His hands roamed over her sides, taking in each curve, grabbing onto flesh when she did something he particularly liked. The groans and murmured praises spurred her on, happy to be able to please him and offer him some reprieve.

His fingers trailed her thighs, nudging them apart. She allowed it, for the moment, a pleased yet shocked squeal leaving her when he ran through the seam of her, dipping his fingers inside of her when he found her wet.

She pulled off him to lift her head, and remind him she was doing something for him for once when she caught him bringing his fingers into his mouth. Rendered momentarily speechless, body pulsing with a renewed need, Tav licked her lips.

“Humor me?” He asked.

“This — hey!” She felt him grabbing her thighs, attempting to pull her onto his body. “Gale, tonight is supposed to be about you.”

“Believe me, my love,” he said, not giving up his intent so Tav had to acquiesce, “this is for me.”

Another pulse of excitement coursed through her. Not meaning to be outdone, Tav at least acknowledged that this gave her better access to his cock. Her body now settled over his, with her thighs bracketing his sides as he leaned against the headboard with her presented for him as he grabbed at her ass. She worked him into her mouth with renewed vigor, not letting up even when he began his usual maddening work on her with his tongue.

For a while she was too lost to the sensation of him groaning above her to truly acknowledge how worked up she was getting. When she took him further into her mouth, as far as she could, he sucked hard on her clit with a moan and she felt her entire body go rigid.

There was something incredibly enticing about feeling so much pleasure while he was buried in her throat. She pulled up for air and not one to be outdone, Gale went in more fervently.

She was quickly rising to her climax, and she was losing focus. Pumping him in her hand with his head in her mouth, she kept being distracted by the sensations.

“You’re distracting me,” she whined.

No response, just more incessant working of her that made her want to give up entirely on the task at hand and languish in his talents.

Her own hands wrapped around his hips, to grab at his ass and pull him further into her mouth so he would get the message. He hesitated, gently thrust and when she moaned he allowed himself shallow jerky movements. A half-formed groan escaped him and his grip grew tighter on her thighs.

Tav’s mind went blissfully blank, truly degenerate moans came out around the slight muffle of him thrusting in and out of her mouth and then something snapped.

It was hard to tell if Gale gave the hard thrust into her throat or if she pushed herself down onto him, but it hardly mattered. Mouth full of him, her toes curled, her legs shook and her hips had to be held firmly to keep from jolting and moving from the sensation of his mouth.

After it passed she took him out of her mouth to laugh, a bit delirious at what had just happened.

“Alright, my love?”

He sounded strained, and she could see why. His cock was rigid, pulsing slightly and she knew he was close. She hummed an affirmative and without distraction went back to work on rewarding her wizard for a successful first term not thinking much more of the turn of events.

Gale couldn’t forget it.

Perhaps it was that he had not considered how much time he was buried in work and now being able to reemerge he found himself constantly thinking about Tav’s reaction the other night. They went from enjoying each other's company as often as possible to intermittently due to his new work schedule to not at all during the exam season.

But regardless of it being a matter of being pent up or not. He was catching himself thinking about her reaction in the middle of benign conversations, eyes drifting to her mouth and wondering just what her expression had been when she came with his cock in her throat.

Blindly feeling it had been near enough to throw him over the edge. He had to see it.

They had discussed trying things with his ability to conjure a mostly tangible mirror image before. The idea had come to him after the topic of Halsin wanting to be an add on to their partnership while on the road had come up. It had been born of insecurity, a need to be more in order to keep her by his side , but after his concerns were put to rest the idea remained.

It remained on a loop, actually. The idea of filling her so completely that all she could feel was him.

When she climbed in his lap in the study a couple days later, as eager to make up for their time apart as he was, he decided he had to see if he could bring the fantasy to life.

Tav gasped when she felt the somewhat cool touch of the mirror image’s hand on her back. She looked over her shoulder, and the projection smiled at her. Naked and ready already, but not making any other move to touch Tav.

“Hello there,” she said and then turned back to Gale. “We finally giving this a go?”

“Only if you want to,” he said, cupping her face. “Say the word and he will be gone.”

Tav kissed him, and then bit her lip with a cheeky smile. “How do you two want me?”

Gale felt a blazing trail of excitement crawl up his spine, blood rushing. “Naked. On your hand and knees.” He added a gentlemanly, “please,” for good measure.

“Yes, saer,” she teased and crawled out of his lap to strip herself of her clothes and do as she was asked.

For a while he just watched as she took in the sensations of the spectral presence lavishing her in attention. There was a thrill in being able to see his hands grab at the flesh of her ass, to see himself squeeze her thighs and generally admire her body from his seat on the settee. A unique pleasure in watching but still knowing it was all him that made her whine impatiently, and when he allowed the projection to finally touch her she eased into it.

“How does it feel, my love?”

The projection slid fingers through her folds, not quite giving her clit the attention it needed.

“Ever the scholar,” she mused and then moaned as a spectral finger circled her entrance. “Feels good, a bit like the mage hand, honestly.”

Gale hummed.

“Off,” she half demanded tugging down at the hem of his shirt.

“Always so impatient,” he chuckled, removing his shirt anyway.

“And you’re always a tease,” she shot back. One of her hands came up to tug at his waistband this time. “These next.”

“Demanding, as well,” he replied, yet he moved to acquiesce. He sat down in front of her, still on the settee while his mirror image continued to rub and tease, purposely not touching where she truly wanted him to. His hand came to her cheek, “I’d very much like to preoccupy your mouth with something besides bossing me around. How do you tell me to stop?”

“Two taps,” she demonstrated on his thigh for good measure.

There was a challenge in her eyes, one that spurred him on. The urge to take very deep despite his constant reign on himself. Perhaps a hold over from his time dealing with the orb, but if there was one thing Tav was good at it was tempting him.

He pushed his thumb into her mouth, and she sucked on it before opening her mouth to make a show of running her tongue along the pad of his finger.

“The other night,” he said, eyebrows furrowing in sharp focus at the point where his finger met her tongue, “you took me so deeply when you came. Did you like it?”

She hummed an affirmative, her mouth coming off his hand to say, “I loved it.” Her hand reached for the base of his cock, bringing it towards her mouth.

He moved his hand into her hair, gripping tight enough to keep her head from moving any further. Behind her his double stopped immediately. A frozen moment of disbelief crossed over her face.

“Ask me.”

She breathed a half laugh, but the way she licked her lips betrayed her interest in his demand.

“May I have your cock in my mouth?”

“Ask me, nicely.”

A shudder overtook her. “Please, Gale, can I have your cock in my mouth?”

“You may,” he replied with a smile, hand coming out of her hair to allow her to move.

The first lick was teasing, but with every attention she paid to him the projection behind her rewarded her anew. Gale took the time to sit back and enjoy, her clever mouth working him at her own leisure and each soft noise of pleasure while she did made his jaw clench.

When the presence behind her slipped two fingers inside of her, he felt her stiffen and her mouth froze on him. She tried to get back to her task but each stroke of the fingers inside of her seemed to draw her away until she was just sitting there moaning with his cock in her mouth.

“That’s it,” Gale muttered. “Hold me in your mouth, my love, can you do that?”

A gentle nod was her reply and the projection behind her went to work. Gale’s breathing picked up, self-control hanging on by a fraying thread as he simply watched. Pre-cum dribbled out of him and the resulting squeal she gave before running her tongue over the tip of him had him questioning why he was waiting.

Tav’s first orgasm approached, and he watched with fond understanding of exactly how it would go. The rush of sudden impatience as her hips thrust back onto the fingers inside of her, the little noises she would make and the crinkled brow of focus as she let herself hone in on the rising sensation. Beautiful as usual.

“Gale,” she breathed, “I’m going to —“

“Ask.”

Her eyes shot open, meeting his, a new sort of awe struck intrigue perhaps at the commanding tone. “Please,” she said, tongue laving over the tip of him, “please let me come.”

“Open for me,” he said, hand coming back into her hair. When she did as he asked he gently guided her back onto him, “hold me here. Keep me right here while you fall apart.”

The projection was unrelenting, and Gale could hardly keep his hips steady with each little whine that came from Tav’s lips. Enraptured by the view, he was lost when her jaw went a bit slack, tongue pressed against the head of his cock in a last attempt to pleasure him as she tipped over the edge.

The final thread of self-control frayed; the projection of himself quickly readjusted so that the same time Gale thrust into her mouth its cock was also sinking into her heat.

Tav squealed in surprise around both intrusions, and Gale grit his teeth to stave off further thrusting in order to give her the chance to tap out. His lovely Tav simply looked up at him, corners of her lips turned up in a challenging smile even with her mouth full.

The desire to make her as mindless as he felt overtook and in unison both cocks began to thrust. Praise was all he could find himself to speak.

“Yes, my love, yes,” he whispered, “look at you, full of me.” He sucked in a sharp breath when she whined, the sensation causing a sweet vibration. “So beautiful, so good,” he breathed, “with such an eager mouth — and a dripping cunt for me.”

Her eyes blinked, slightly watery with a sharper thrust that he felt gag her slightly. But yet unwaveringly full of awe, full of admiration and devotion. Proof she was loving every second of this as much as him.

The projection pressed over her back, arm coming around to touch her clit in reward. A slightly manic sound left her, desperate and shocked. He knew she was probably still sensitive, he barely gave her time to recover from the last orgasm before he began the double ended onslaught of sensation. Her walls had probably still been fluttering around the slightly spectral intrusion of his double’s cock.

He swallowed hard. He almost wanted to take himself out of her mouth to hear her describe the feeling, but it would be too great a loss he decided. The unending string of muffled moans were enough of an indication for him.

At a particularly harsh thrust from his double he was knocked from her mouth, her head lolling and eyes closing. She was losing her focus.

“Keep my cock in your mouth, Tav,” he commanded, the projection ceasing all movement. Hips and hands stilling mid movement.

“Trying,” she whimpered. “Feels too good —“

Gale tightened the grip in her hair, guiding her back to where he wanted her, his hips thrusting steadily with a groan. “I’ve got you,” he muttered, “stay there.”

The projection started its onslaught again, with renewed gasps and choked off whimpers from Tav starting anew. He was steadily approaching the precipice, but unwilling to venture over until he saw for himself what it looked like to have her truly debauched.

The visage of him behind her was unrelenting, and he could see her beginning to reach that peak. Her eyes gave away the desperation she felt, and when he finally gave her permission he watched first her body begin to slouch unable to keep herself up as her knees slid further apart and her hips twitch.

Tav’s eyes went blissfully blank before they rolled back slightly, his thrusts into her mouth a bit easier as her jaw went slack.

“That's it, Tav,” he breathed. “Gods, you’re perfection.”

Without being able to look away he felt the control finally slip away. His hips thrust up in harsh long strokes that made her gag as he felt himself seize up with the release. It was met with sucking as Tav eased him through it.

Behind her the projection had faded with his lack of concentration. He took a few moments to admire her, lips swollen, glistening with saliva and breathing heavy.

“Come here,” he pulled her up off of the floor, and settled her on his lap. He kissed her sweaty forehead, her cheek and then finally her lips. “Alright?”

She nodded her head.

“I need to hear you say it, Tav.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Let’s stay like this, though, a little longer.”

His hands rubbed over her back, lips pressed to the crown of her head as they caught their breath. The glow of satiation still thrummed through his veins as he focused on the feel of her in his arms. Gratitude bloomed in his chest at her ability to make him feel safe enough to explore his desire to take for once, for trusting him.

“You’re filthy, Gale,” she giggled after a while, still looking a bit dazed.

“You’re one to talk,” he challenged.

“It wasn’t a complaint,” she assured him, letting herself nestle her face into the crook of his neck. “We are definitely doing that again.”

Thank you for reading 💜

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Ride 758: The senpai's few words

Pag 2

1: Aoyagi-san!!

Pag 3

1: Wha- what happened, Danchiku, you stopped so suddenly

2: Why is he here, in Kyushu!?

What is it, what is it

4: He's probably the person I'd want to see the most right now!!

5: What is it, is there someone in the audience area?

Someone you know? You look so surprised

I wouldn't be so surprised even if someone was there

Pag 4

2: He-hello!! You... you came to... cheer us on!?

3: It's been a while, Danchiku

4: Yes.... yes!!

Thank you so much for coming so far to see us!!

5: You got bigger

Pag 5

2: Thank you so much

3: Uhm, actually

There's something I'd like to talk to you about, is that....

4: Aoyagi-saaaan!!

-okay!?

Pag 6

1: What, for real!?

What, are you really here- amaaazing!!

Oi, Issa, I was....

2: Wait... did you just made Aoyagi-san lose consciousness with your tackle!?

3: Aoyagi-saaan!! Hahahaha!!

You're attacking him when he's already down...!!

4: I'm... o... okay...

No, he keeps pausing while talking!!

Hahaha

5: I'll lead you to our tent!! Carry him, Danchiku!!

'Carry him'....

Pag 7

2: Thank you

2: I wished you had told me you'd come though, Aoyagi!!

You forgot to add “san”, Kabuagi

3: There was something... I wanted to talk to you about but

4: I guess it can't be helped....

(You're ending up yielding again, Danchiku)

5: Ah right

6: Aoyagi-san is

Pag 8

1: A member of last year's team!!

He's the column who supported Sohoku from below last year!!

2: Someone who gained experience through hard work and difficulties and debuted in his third year, ran as a sprinter, pulled the team, and brought back the members so many times

3: Without talking, without refusing, he just did it silently!!

5: Even when he was in a pinch, when he was injured, he moved forward with all his might without ever standing out!!

If he hadn't been there, there's no way Sohoku could have won!!

Pag 9

1: He-he sounds amazing, teh

Right!! I'm really flashy, so his way of running is probably the exact opposite of mine

2: Hearing it again, he really is an amazing person.....

and I also know well what happened with his leg on the third day

4: If I was in the same position and got injured.... would I be able to run the same way?

5: “He'll run away right away”

“He's a chicken”

Pag 10

1: In this Inter High that is about to start

Pag 11

1: Since Aoyagi-san came to see us, I'll smash the starting dash!

There's no need to smash, run calmly

2: Should I get subbed out?

I'm still in time

4: “No one will blame you”

“I can be done in fifteen minutes”

5: I'm at my peak now!!

Save it for the race

6: You're an idiot as usual

I'll forgive everything you say, Aoyagi-san!!

7: What can I do, what......

Nothing....!!

Pag 12

1: The stage event is starting soon

Last year's champions, Sohoku High School, representative of Chiba, please come to the stage

Kakaka, it's our turn!!

2: Teh.... I'm nervous, the

There's gonna be tons of spectators!!

3: Do-do we take a video? I'll do it, Sugimoto-san

I'll leave it to you then. I'll finish up here

4: Su-

Sugimoto-san!!

6: Ao.... yagi-san.....

Pag 13

1: Could you do me one favor?

2: Ah- yes!

Do you want something to eat!! Right away!!

3: The food truck is there... is curry alright?

4: …. no

5: A band-aid!? A nail-clipper!?

Leave it to me, after all I worked a lot behind-the-scene last year

6: Oi, Danchiku, what are you doing. Let's go

8: Ye.... yes

Pag 14

1: Take care of that idiot

Pag 15

3: The Inter High is harsh and long

But he's reckless and can't read the air

5: You, on the other hand

6: You always keep an eye on your surroundings and pay attention to what people say and do

And that means

Pag 16

1: That you can make an accurate judgment of risk in any situation

3: The ability to read small details when you're in a pinch is essential in road racing

4: Earlier in the midst of more than a hundred people in the audience area, you

Pag 17

1: found me at one glance

4: I think you know this too, but he can only look ahead

Please support him, take a step back and, as always

5: be watchful

Pag 18

2: Yessir!! Thank you so much!!

4: “Take a step back”.....!! Taking a step back.... yielding, are my...

5: If this small heart is my ability

Pag 19

2: then I'll be the one running, Issa!!

Together with you!!

At full throttle!!

Pag 20

1: Run, Danchiku

Just like I did last year

2: with Junta

3: I'm sure your feelings will give you strength

These are the members of Sohoku, the Chiba prefecture representative who won the championship last year

Pag 21

1: So far they have won two times in a row

3: What's wrong.... your balloon... shall I get it for you?

Pag 22

2: Thank you, Onii-chan

3: That's surprising, Midosuji-san

You're so kind

4: Puku.... I am kind, though?

5: anyone who doesn't wear a number bib, that is!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 758 #first of all- I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! i have so much work lately :') next week is probably gonna be the same #anyway #WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PERFECT INCREDIBLE AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING CHAPTER #i love this thing watanabe is doing lately #which is having people jump on someone to hug them #first roku with kinaka and now kabu with aoyagi #MY AOKABU HEART CANT TAKE THIS WTF I DID NOT EXPECT IT AT ALL #like i KNOW kabu loves aoyagi but!! seeing it like this????? excuse me????#you should know that a couple of years ago i started writing an aokabu fic about aoyagi going to kabu right before the ih #i had completely forgotten about it and found it like last week- and now THIS #is watanabe telling me that i should go back and try to finish it???#maybe maybe who knows #but i should shoundt i #theres not enough aokabu fics in this world #anyway i know this isnt the most important part of the chap but i am a shipper first and person second so #anyway DANCHIKU MY BOY #oh how i love the way watanbe is writing his struggle with self confidence #and i love that he finally decided to run bc aoyagi told him to take care of kabu #also excuse me but midosuji at the end agsjasdghasd

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The Sweetest Tears

[Waiting For A Lifetime III] Part 1 2 3 4 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Tears are only sweet if it is you that is being cried about.

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, Modern AU, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

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Viserys was following the sounds of moaning when he entered the room. He stops in his tracks. He looks at his brother, hunched over, head in his arms, arms on the bar top, bar top littered with bottles and one lone cup, then to his wrist, checking the time on his analog clock.

"Daemon," he calls out, voice echoing in the empty room, "it's past your bedtime, boy."

The king walks over to his passed out brother, sighing as he does. Once he is before him, he pats his back and pulls him upright, "that's enough of that, Daemon."

Daemon rouses as he is lifted up. His eyes were closed as he found semblance of consciousness. He mutters, "kepa?"

Viserys freezes.

"Let me go," he complains in High Valyrian, sluggishly struggling out of Viserys' grip, "I'm not done!"

"You're past done," the elder Targaryen grunts, hands on both Daemon's shoulders. He turns his head away when he smells the rank smell of alcohol in his younger brother's breath.

"Ziry pālegīon nyke ilagon nyke, kepa," the prince slurs, gulping tightly, as tears slowly leave his shut eyes, wetting his already damp cheeks.

He's been crying?

"She turned you down?" Viserys repeats his words in common tongue. Daemon's head heavily rolls over his shoulders. The former releases a breath, "well, at least this woman you like has some sense."

"It's all that cunt's fault!" Daemon squeezes out with a strangled breath, "fucking Viserys."

The king purses his lips. He hums, ready to simply say what he need to pacify his drunk brother, but he does not have the opportunity to.

"She knew he'd bitch about it and said she could not wed me."

"Then she's-"

"I don't fucking care if Viserys thinks I'm fucking crazy, that fucker! I don't care if the whole fucking world thinks I should go to an asylum!" he grits his teeth tightly, screwing his eyes in the same manner as he annunciates each curse word tightly.

"I want her," he heaves, "I need her," he snorts, tension suddenly relaxing, making him dip in his brother's hold, "I love her," Daemon says before repeatedly banging his first on own his chest, "se ñuhoso ao jorrāelatan muña, kepa."

The way you loved mother, father.

The he finally opens his eyes.

Viserys watches as Daemon takes his face in his hands, leaning his forehead on his, "give me your approval," his baby brother begs, "I want hold a wedding in Dragonstone and show the bloody world that she is mine."

"Daemon-"

"Kepa," he cuts him off.

Viserys holds his tongue.

"Nyke gīmigon nyke eptan olvie hen ao hae riña, yn kostilus gaomagon daor deny nyke hen bisa," he mutters softly, "Kesan daor gryves daor emare aōha vaoreznon tolī."

The words ring in Viserys' mind: Father, I know I asked much of you as a child, but please do not deny me of this. I will not bear not having your favor too.

Daemon pulls back, his hands on his older brother's face falls down to his shoulders as he opens his eyes. In that moment, though Viserys was repelled by the alcohol in his breath, Daemon was not this drunkard, not this sorry man that was toppling side to side, Daemon was the baby brother who waited for him to finish his academics to go to the dragon den. He was the boy who believed Viserys would be a dragon conqueror, and not only that, but a great king.

"It's time to sleep, my son," Viserys whispers.

He brushes Daemon's hair back and grips his shoulder, "off to bed."

"Kepa," Daemon whines, forehead pressing against the king's shoulder, "kostilus."

Please.

Viserys had not heard him beg in a long time.

He sighs, taking his baby brother's arm, throwing it over his shoulder, "we shall speak about this tomorrow."

Daemon mewls, calling out to his father repeatedly.

A similar display was taking place at a much less private bar. And yet both brothers were stone cold sober, albeit perhaps drunken over their bitterness. That, and the grease of WcDontals.

Aemond chews on his stale fry idly, as he pulls out his eye drop bottle and tilts his head up, dropping medicine in his irritated eye.

He blinks and leans on the table, moving the now warm beer bottle he did not at all drink and only bought so he could stay in the establishment while waiting for his brother. He pulls out his phone, swiping away the notifications he did not care about away.

Impulsively, he goes onto Unstagram, going onto the profile of the Museum of Ice and Fire, looking at the one photo there where his professor was caught in one of the frames. He stares at the photo, the face was barely clear enough to be discerned, and yet he looks at it obsessively every now and again. He props his chin on his hand, eyes darting to the look at the time

He sighs through his nose.

Finally, it was 2am. Aegon's shift was over.

As if that realization was all it took, Aegon plops on the opposite side of the booth and grabs Aemond's room temp beer, downing it in one go. When he places the empty bottle down, he grimaces at his younger brother, wordlessly showing his dislike to the drink.

Aemond eyes his brother up and down, then tidies the table, grabbing his things. One he was done, he stands and his older brother follows after, bringing the empty bottle with him, throwing it on his way out.

"So," the silence is finally broken, "Prince Daemon," Aegon starts when they exit the bar and start their walk back to their shared apartment.

"It just doesn't make sense," Aemond mutters under his breath, buttoning up his coat, "she never mentioned him at all, then suddenly, they were bloody making out in the middle of the hall."

Aegon rub his temples, "that's royal dick for you, dear."

"I'm being serious," Aemond quips, shooting his brother a dirty look.

"So am I!" he bites back, "think about it, Mond. Did we really know her? Did you really know her?"

Aemond clenches his jaw, turning away from Aegon.

"Fucking hell, I don't even know what her last name is."

Aemond rolls his eyes. He shakes his head and mutters it angrily to Aegon then says, "if that is your basis, then I know her just fine."

"Okay then," Aegon nods, flailing his hands up in the air, "when's her birthday?"

Aemond purses his lips. He realizes he does not know it but does not respond with that, "I don't know Alicent's birthday either."

"Fine!" Aegon points aggressively, "how old is she, huh? And I don't mean uh early what, late da-da-da, I mean to a tee. How old is she in digits."

Aemond shoots Aegon a look, "you don't even know how old you are."

Aegon's nostrils flare, "I'm being fucking serious right now!" he points to himself, "she's been coming to the bar every night without fail, except today. And why? I'll tell you why! It's cos she's got a prince! She told me it herself, she's eager to meet him."

Aemond grumbles, "she's a historian."

"Yeah," Aegon kicks a rock, "and you've got your head stuck so high up her arse."

"What, and you don't?!" Aemond quips, stopping in his tracks to glare at his brother and walk over to him, as if enticing a fight..

Aegon squares up, "you really want to take me with that sty in your eye, hindering your vision?!"

"I can take you with one eye closed, you egg."

Aegon shoves Aemond, "shut up."

"You first," Aemond shoves him back, grunting as he did, then walking off with annoyance.

Aegon recoils at the force of his strong brother, huffing, feeling the bitterness in his gut rise up to his throat, "you should have never brought her to my bar!"

"It's not your bar, you dunce," Aemond rebuts.

Aegon snorts, eyes watering, angry at the coldness in the air, angry at the emotions in his stomach. His younger brother, who was a good few paces in front of him now, looks back as he slows his pace, "I won't come back for you if you freeze to a pathetic death."

Aegon grips his fists.

"Quit being dramatic, I'm fucking hungry."

"You literally ate WcDontals while waiting for me."

"You think that's enough?"

"It's never enough for your fat ass."

"Fuck off."

"No, fuck you," Aegon flips him off.

Needless to say, it was not easy for anyone to sleep that night.

This was why when I woke up way before the sun rose, I was absolutely groggy and disoriented.

I turned to my clock, groaning at the sight of the 05:25 staring back at me from my analog wall clock. My ears ring at the sound of someone thudding at the door. Who in the gods of the good earth could that be causing a racket?!

I pull my pillow to my head, trying to will away the annoying pounds. That was until I hear my name get called out and I couldn't possibly ignore it now. Begrudgingly, I sit up from my bed and grumble all the way to the front door.

"This better be fucking important!" I call as I storm to the entrance of my home.

My soul leaves me when a body topples on me, a mop of messy blonde hair exploding with a strong smell of alcohol.

I recoil, gasping as I grip the door knob for balance. My heart quickens when my neck is attacked by kisses. I rip the man off me by the hair on his head. My own face contorts at the pink face staring back at me.

He whines, "too hard."

"Daemon!" I release his hair. He head slams to my shoulder as he bends into me. I whine, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"You turned me away!" he slurs against my exposed skin, tongue darting out. I shudder at the wet feel of it.

"How do you even know where I live?" I ask as l push him off me to straighten him up.

He repels my motions and grabs my form to press me near him. The slurring prince retorts in his mother tongue, "you insult me by thinking I wouldn't."

"Daemon," I grunt, pushing him upright before we both topple over because of his weight, "I told you we could have breakfast later today."

"I couldn't sleep," Daemon mumbles, eyes closing, "I missed you to much," he frowns, "you hate me."

"Daemon-"

"You loathe me, despise me!"

I roll my eyes, pacifying him in his mother tongue, "that could not be farther from the truth, my love."

"Then why did you reject my proposal?" he whispers, hands coming to my sides, pulling me closer to him, "my blossoming bride, so casually cruel, and for what?"

"Daemon, we've been through this."

"But I want the world to know you're mine."

I pull my head back when he exhales against my face. I cannot withhold the retching sound that leaves my lips, "how much have you been drinking?"

"I was sad," he mutters, not answering my question. He leans down to rub his nose against my neck, "make me feel better."

I push him off as he kisses my skin, "how did you get here?"

"Please."

I huff, "did you drive?"

Daemon opens his eyes to roll it dramatically. His frown tightens into a pout, "I walked."

My eyes widen, "from the palace?!"

"What, like it's hard?!" he words airily, breath fanning into my face again. I exhale sharply and swat at the air as he continues, "I've done marathons! I swim! I tennis balls with a racket! I fence! My stamina is top notch," he pushes me back and closes the door behind me, "lemme show you, wifey," he tugs at my closes, "walking is nothing."

"Daemon," I warn as he pushes his leg in between my thighs. I cannot contain my whimper.

He sloppily kisses my shoulders, all the way up to my mouth. He presses his weight onto me, "pleeeeeeaaaaaaassssseeeee, wan' you so bad."

I sigh when our lips meet. The sour bitterness on him recalls flashes of memories we shared such intimacy after he'd well chased away his sobriety. He was so good at it, so good at making me putty against him. His hands find their spot on my sides, just as though he never left me in the first place.

I am overtaken by an instinct that had laid dormant in me for the longest of time.

I bite at his lower lip, allowing my own desire take the reins.

What struck me was the fact he moaned and did nothing. I open my eyes and I pull away from him, finding his were still closed and that he dazed, tired, and 100% regretting this in the morning.

I purse my lips then lean to his ear, "you want to move to the bedroom, my love?"

Daemon does not rouse at the idea either.

I shake my head and sigh, leading him to my bedroom nevertheless.

When we arrive, I push him down my mattress. He grunts but does not even lift his head up to look at me. I chuckle under my breath, as I begin to release him of his strangled attire.

I start with his shoes, then his jacket, then his pants, then his smelly shirt. I then pat his thigh, asking him to move deeper into the bed. He obliges wordlessly, eyes half-closed, making me chuckle at the sight of him. I grab the comfiest sweater I owned and put it on him resisting all the urges to fondle with his bare, toned chest along the way.

I sigh once the deed is done. Good job, me.

"I can warm you better than this jumper," he says, resisting me when I push him back down the bed.

"Shhh, we're going under the covers."

"Hmp. Am not a prude."

"Oh, but I am, husband," I say, throwing the covers over him. When I move to leave him alone in bed, he manages to snag my hand and pull me back. He whines, "don't fucking leave me!"

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to clean up."

"Fuck cleaning up-"

"It's fine, I'll be quick about it."

I pry Daemon's grip away and push him down with ease. He almost immediately succumbs to sleep.

And I really did try to be quick about it, but one thing lead to another, and as much as I wanted to be in bed with Daemon, I found the thought of going back to bed unappealing. So, I decided to just get an early start to my day.

By the time Daemon came groaning in his wake, scratching his eyes on his way towards me, I already had a full course breakfast of his favorite meals prepared on the table.

"Sȳz ñāqes, ñuha dārilaros," I smile at the disheveled prince walking over to me in my cashmere sweater that fit him snugly.

He wipes his face, pushing his platinum locks away, "nothing is good about the morning, princess."

I snort, deciding to meet him halfway, grabbing his hand, leading him to his seat of honor. When he sits down, he looks up at where I stood beside him, groaning as he did. He blinks with difficulty, "was that the same thing you were wearing last night?"

I smoothen my slip dress and nod simply, "yes."

He scoffs. "That explains why I'm wearing this then," he tugs on the collar of my pink sweater.

"You would have gotten cold."

"Disappointing that we did not do anything to keep us both warm," he mumbles, hooking his hand between my thighs. He pulls me towards him then leans on my stomach. I instinctively cradle his head as he massages my thighs, "you must hate me. Truly."

I sigh, combing his hair back, "enough of this talk, Daemon. I do not hate you."

"Then why won't you let me put a dragonling in you?" he mutters as he rubs his cheek against me, "you'll quite enjoy it, I find."

My breath hitches when I feel his hands trail up my legs. I push him away, tutting him as I point my finger, "I did not slave away to make you food just for it to get cold."

"You're the only meal I need," Daemon turns to me, pushing himself up from the table.

The next moment however, he groans, screwing his eyes shut in discomfort, undoubtedly feeling the effects of his hangover. He leans on his chair as I roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah," I grunt, pushing him back down, "this will help you with that."

I push the soup close to him as I sit down adjacent to spot, bringing my own plate closer, "eat up, darling."

Daemon sighs deeply as he takes a spoon and brings it to his mouth. I watch intently as he takes his first bite. His droopy eyes widen and he looks down at the bowl, going in for another scoop, "this is amazing."

I smile, absolutely relishing the manner in which he quickly tries to feed himself. I chuckle, pushing the stray locks of his hair out of his face when it falls in his way, "slow down, it will not run from you."

"Oh," he takes a scoop, hastily shoving it in his mouth, "but you will."

I roll my eyes, scooping some soup myself, "I will not."

"Konir sagon skoro syt istin mazverdagon sure naejot ābrazȳrys ao bē adhirikydho."

I snort at his words. That's why I must make sure to wife you up quickly.

"I am already you're wife, little dragon."

He groans then chuckles, "little dragon, huh?"

I chuckle as I bring the other plates of food close to him, "you very well can't do all the things you plan to do to me on an empty stomach."

"Is that a dare?" Daemon turns to me, dropping his spoon, eyes narrowing.

"Why would I dare you to do something you'd do on your own volition?"

He chuckles, looking away. He was meant to say something else but then he smirk on his lips contorts when he catches sight of something across the room, "what the bloody hell is that?"

I knit my brows.

I turn to where he was looking, cackling when I spot a portrait of my husband, one that I painted a few centuries ago by memory. I giggle turning to him and pointing, "why, that's you!"

"That is not me," he mutters, lips curled in disgust, "I am far superior to Daemon the first, thank you very much."

I roll my eyes, "I'm glad you recognize yourself at least"

He shudders, visibly cringing, "so what? You stole that from your office, my little thief?"

"I painted it, thank you very much."

Daemon's face slips into surprise.

I snort, "women are allowed to paint in this era, you know."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm just... it looks like a royally commissioned portrait."

"Thank you," I smile, "I learned from the royal maestros myself."

Daemon snorts, suddenly changing tune, "I'm sure it looks shite up close though."

My jaw drops.

He chuckles. "Joking," he raises his hands, "I'm only joking, my love."

I give him an annoyed look as he smirks at me, reaching out a hand to caress my cheek. I dodge his touch and sneering. But then I grab his wrist and place my hand on my cheeks anyway.

What? I've been missing him.

He chuckles through his nose then lightly pinches my cheek. He pulls his hand away to grab my chair from the seat and drag me towards him.

"Care to enlighten me on why the second best Daemon haunts your dwelling everyday?" Daemon mumbles as he scoots his chair closer to mine.

I cringe at the skidding sound as I look back to the painting. I chew my lower lip as I mentally debate what exactly I should tell him.

I turn back Daemon, elbows resting on the table, hands resting on my palms, stomach rolling at the sight of him already looking back at me.

His longish hair was tousled, stray locks on his cheek bone and forehead. I reach out to him, pushing his blonde tresses back, thumb retracing his brow bone, all the way down to his jaw. I then retrace his lips and allow a smile to form on mine. I tell him, "he's my husband."

Daemon's eyes darken. He leans into my touch as he grunts, "not fucking funny, little girl."

I snort, "nothing about me is little, nor girl-like."

"Well," he reaches out to me, roughly smoothening my hair. My head tips repeatedly because of this. Daemon continues, "your teases are fucking childish. If you keep this up, I'll have you over my knee."

I roll my eyes, "yes, husband."

He makes a sound that bubbles into a chuckle. Daemon pecks at my cheek, muttering in High Valyrian, "now that's more like it."

I coil in ticklishness when he moves to kiss my neck. I push him back, "enough distractions, eat your fo-"

"Stop being distracting the-"

"Daemon, i-"

"I told you, I must wife you up very so-"

"I have work!"

"It's a government holiday."

"No, it's-"

"I'm the fucking government!" he stands from his chair, ripping the sweater off of him, "now get that thing off- where do you think you're going?!"

He watches me run off to the other side of the table, brows raising, lips parting into a soft grin at the posing challenge. Daemon leans on the table, arm and chest muscles flexing.

My tongue darts out to my lips. He chuckles as he catches this and how my eyes dart to his exposed skin, "come on, little girl," he begins to circle over to me, "don't make me punish you more than you can take."

I narrow my eyes at him, not liking his indirect insinuation of weakness. I counter his movements, "what makes you think you can catch me to begin with, old man?"

He snorts, breaking into a loud laugh, "oooh, you'll pay for that."

"Hmmm," I tilt my head, "will I? Now that I remember, you're actually just an inexperienced babe, so unprepared for the harshness of reality."

He licks his lips, like a hungry dragon slobbering over his prey, "you've no idea how badly I'll taint you with me, my sweet bride."

"Bold of you to assume you haven't tainted me already, my foolish prince."

With that, I reach the side of my bathroom and make a run for it. My heart races in its ribcage, fired with adrenaline mixed with dread an anticipation.

I am one part glad I am able to evade the growling prince as I lock the door behind me, because I know how powerlessness I'd be against him ones he pins me down, especially now that we were in the quiet of my home. But the other part of me is annoyed that I'd have to wait at least later tonight to have him all for myself.

He bangs on my door, jangling the knob. He warns me in High Valyrian, "open the door now or I swear on all the gods that you will regret it if you don't."

"Bold of you to assume I'd have to open the door at all!"

"You do claim your need to go to work, don't you?" he shakes the door, then probably kicks or knees it, "OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!"

"Oh, my naïve prince. Ever heard of a fire exit?"

He halts his actions.

I snort as I head into the shower, "I've got some clothes here, all its takes it to load it in my washer and dryer."

"You wouldn't dare."

I laugh, begging to ready everything, "you'll see how much I dare."

And so, after I was done, I silently unlocked my bathroom door and slipped out of the fire exit. I ignored all the looks I got from people who wondered why I was coming down from where I did. I mean, I could have been a fire escape maintenance personnel for all they knew.

I then arrived at the museum a few minutes early, and by a few minutes, I mean two. I race to our attendance monitor machine that's just by the entrance and tap my ID. I catch my breath as I greet one of the guards good morning as he passes me.

"Did you run here?" the voice of a nearing Aemond says. I spot him, hands on his backpack straps, a patch on his eye still, as he walks over. He takes his turn tapping his ID on the machine as he gives me a quizzical look, "you're not even late yet."

I sigh as I shrug at him.

He eyes me up and down then tilts his head, "what's the big deal anyway? You're practically richer than the state. What's a few cents off your salary?"

"First of all," I raise a finger, "I'm not. No one person should be that rich. Second of all, it's not about the money, it's about being on time."

Aemond hums, crossing his arms, "is that why you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

I knit my brows and look down at my dress, "no that's called having a washing machine. Also," I begin to walk off to our office, "I'm surprised you even noticed something like that."

Aemond does not respond. Trust me, it's seared in my mind.

We head to our office, and I begin to go over the things we needed to finish for the day. Aemond, much like him, pulls out his notepad from his pocket and begins writing it all down with a red lead pencil.

By the time we make it to our room, I receive a phone call, one that I saved under the High Valyrian word for Forever.

I smile then snorting to myself as I answer, "hello-"

"YOU ACTUALLY WENT OUT THE FUCKING FIRE EXIT?!"

I chuckle, "I'm offended you didn't believe me, husband."

Aemond perks. Husband?!

"ARE YOU QUITE INSANE? WHAT IF YOU SLIPPED AND FELL?!"

I roll my eyes at the thought. I chuckle and cross my arms, "why would I so suddenly slip and fall? The fire escape is just like any old flight of stairs."

I find myself turning to Aemond. I chuckle at his twisted expression as the man on the other end of the line continues to bark at me, "WHERE ARE YOU NOW?! IM COMING TO PICK YOU UP!"

"What do yo- I'm at work! Why would you-"

"Qogralbar mirre," fuck work, "I'm coming to get you."

"No, you whiny child, you will not," I state, holding in my laughter, "I have important thing and arti-"

I rip my phone away from my ear when he shouts, "YOU THINK THE PRINCE OF VALYRIA DOESN'T HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO?!"

At this point, Aemond is past concerned at the ferocity of whoever was on the other end.. He leans on his desk with agitation as he eyes me and asks, "who is that?"

I give him a soft look and brush him off with a head shake, not answering him just yet. I bring the phone close to my ear again as I calmly respond to Daemon, "so, go ahead and do those things."

"BUT I DONT WANT TO! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?" he exclaims as he breaks into a growl, "my wife just abandoned me in her flat and now wants nothing to do with me! How do you think that makes me feel?"

I release a sigh, "my love, you are not abandoned-"

"YET I I FEEL LIKE I AM BECAUSE IM ALL ALONE HERE!"

"Dae-"

"I meant every word last night," he cut me off.

I purse my lips.

"I will surely go insane if I must be separated from you," he grunts then sighs, shortly proclaiming. "I will come to you. I will come to you and you will not stop me."

I do not argue with him.

"I will call my assistant and go there right after."

I purse my lips and nod, "okay."

"Okay?" he repeats with a surprised tone.

I chuckle, "Okay. It's not like I can stop you, now can I?"

"No," he chuckles, "no you cannot, my love."

My heart races at his words. My stomach swirls. I smile to myself before speaking out, "I love you."

"I love you," he retorts instantly with a sigh, "I will be there soon Do not try to trick me any further."

"I won't!" I laugh.

"You better not."

Once the call ends, I find myself laughing inwardly. I only stop when I catch Aemond's face. I raise my brows at him, "sorry, I was talking to my husband."

"Your what?" he blurts and straightens up. Aemond wipes his hands down his face, "you are not married."

I chuckle, shaking my head, "well, it happened yesterday."

Aemond looks at me like I've just told him I ate a baby for breakfast. I laugh, giving him a playful face, "it's not a big deal. We've been married 2000 years beforehand."

Aemond does not laugh at my words like I do. He shakes his head shakes his hands, "please tell me you're joking."

I snort, "Oh, Aemond, I-"

The sound of the office doors breaking open hinder the rest of my words. There is an out of breath man clutching a walkie-talkie. He looks like he's seen a ghost. He gulps before he sputters out, "his- his- his majesty is here."

Aemond and I pull our heads back. I knit my brows and shake my head. Daemon's already here?"

"The-" the man points "the king is here."

My face drops.

"The king of Valyria is visiting?" Aemond blurts in utter shock and disbelief.

The man nods his head, "he's in the Dornish Exhibit. He's asking for a guide."

Aemond turns to me in that moment. I clear my throat, "well," I let out an apprehensive sound, "let's... give the king a proper tour of the place, shall we?" I nod at Aemond.

Aemond grabs his chair, "honestly, I'd much rather stay here."

"Oh," I nod again, "okay then."

And so that very moment, I am make my way to King Viserys, who had six body guards by him while he looked at the iconic mustard cloak worn by Oberyn Martell on display.

I take a moment to explain who to the guards before the king spots me and tells them to let me through.

"Your majesty," I greet as I curtsy.

King Viserys smiles then speaks my name. A part of me is surprised he knows it. I rise as he walks over to me, "I did not realize you were the acting director of the museum." He places his hands behind him, "it was not in your business card."

I turn to him. I find myself smiling at the fact he was the very picture of health. I pray he does not meet the same end as the Viserys in my time, "you've seen my business card, your grace?"

"Yes," he says pointing to the exhibit, "my baby brother showed it to me."

We both turn to the display as he continues, "he told me that it was from the woman he loved," he speaks softly, "the woman he wanted to marry."

I press my lips together in thought as I link my hands together in front of me.

"He got himself wasted last night because you rejected him," he adds, crossing his arms.

He and I take in the old relic from Old Dorne.

The king asks "why did you reject him?"

I take a moment to respond. "He does all things in haste, your majesty" I mutter, "it would do him good to calm himself and take his time smelling the flowers."

I feel Viserys turn to me, "you speak this as though you've known him all your life."

I turn to him, finding his eyes are narrowed, as if willing the malicious intent out of my being. I offer a smile, "you might think me mad, but... he is my whole life."

"And you decided this after speaking with him for a day?" he turns aimlessly around the place, "or was it during one of your studies of my family?"

"I decided it when he showed me how he'd give his up his life for mine," I mumble.

"Give up his life?" Viserys scoffs, repeating the phrase in High Valyrian. He shakes his head as he mutters under his breath, "well, then I think you're about as big as a lunatic as he is."

I chuckle.

Viserys knits his brows.

I turn back to the display, vaguely seeing mine and Viserys' reflection on the glass, "I assure you, my king, I understand that whatever feelings you have towards me are fruits borne of your concern for your brother."

He and I turn back to each other at the same time. We only silently look at for a moment. I offer him a smile, "I am someone who too want the best for him."

Viserys tilts his head at my words. He point to the display before looking at it, "tell me about about it."

I turn to the garment, ready to explain its history.

"Tell me about your feelings towards my brother."

I pull into a smile, "where you like for me to start?"

"At that bar, where you met," he says, "from the very beginning."

Meanwhile, Aemond starts in his seat when the office doors are broken open all over again. He rises to his feet, jaw slacking at the sight of the man, the prince, Daemon Targaryen himself.

He does a once over of the room and knits his brows, eyes finally landing on Aemond, "where is she?"

Aemond finds himself immediately of the defensive. He narrows his eyes, "where is who, your grace?"

Daemon knits his brows at that, at the sting of his false reverence. He shifts and calls out a full name and describes your character to a tee. He raises a brow, clenching his jaw, "is that clearer for you?"

Aemond clears his throat, beginning to feel something wash up his being. He does not meet his eyes when he replies to the prince, "she is with the king."

"The king?!" Daemon blurts, "as in my brother, the king?"

Aemond nods, finally looking at him, "they were in the Dornish exhibit but-" he cuts himself off when the prince immediately leaves without hearing his entire sentence.

With a sigh, Aemond sits back down.

But then suddenly, something crashes in the corner of the room, making him stand right back up. He looks for whatever it was that made that racket and finds himself walking to the spare room where a few books and documents were kept, along with a few other things not fit for public consumption.

He finds a bunch of fallen books, rolling his eyes at it, knowing it probably toppled over after all the banging on the door.

He picks them up, not really interested in the archives, up until he reads one the titles of book that was in High Valyrian called, "Blood Magic, Soul Ties, & Rebirth."

He wipes the book cover with his sleeve and raises a brow at the name of the author. It sounded a bit similar to your name. He purses his lips at it. It would be funny to talk to you about it later.

Aemond puts away the rest of the books but brings the one to his desk. He turns to his phone when it vibrates. He spots a message he got from his brother.

He grunts when he reads Aegon's message: DUDE WTF THE ROYAL FAMILY IS AT YOUR JOB?

He rolls his eyes and locks his phone.

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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AOS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS HURT

genre. fluff. headcanon/reaction. warnings. injuries, fighting, and crying mentioned (not in detail at all). pairing. uk/yul/danggu/won x reader (all separate). wc. 750 (150-200 each). request. no. a/n. why do i think my writer's block is back help 😭 i'm so sorry if this is shit

JANG UK

he would be panicked but he wouldn’t show it

I think he’d be more angry than scared, and by angry, I mean really angry

like whoever hurt you is about to have all hell brought down on them

he has the ice stone, he’s the most powerful man in the world, he can definitely deal with whatever dude decided to mess with his s/o

he makes sure to check that you’re okay first before dealing with the situation, but it’ll just be a quick check, he wouldn’t stay too long

he likes to have the situation properly dealt with before he lets his guard down again

he’d be all soft afterwards with you especially if you were still injured

he can switch so quickly and drastically from scary and powerful to gentle and in love

he’ll make sure you take medicine or get medical attention from Sejukwon immediately

because you’re his top priority and he wants to make sure you’re safe before anything else

he might think about scolding you for not being careful

but then he’d also have to scold himself for not protecting you like he should, so he ends up staying quiet and just asking you if you’re okay in that soft worried voice of his

SEO YUL

like Uk, Yul wouldn’t show how worried he was

but he would be absolutely panic stricken inside

his heart would be beating so fast and he’d have to really focus on his breathing to not lose control

you getting hurt is like his worst nightmare

and he gets so flustered and scared that he definitely needs someone to accompany him to go find you because this boy is going to lose sense of direction quick 😭

he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to go to you immediately

if there’s an enemy in the way, he will deal with them in order to get to you, but he needs to make sure you’re okay before confronting whoever did it

he’d inspect you so carefully, the poor baby :(

even if it’s a little scratch that was an accident, he’d treat you as if you were made of glass even days after

and would always ask you how you were feeling and if there was anything you needed

he’s usually shy when you ask for hugs or kisses, but one of the only times when he’ll agree immediately is when you’re hurt

he just wants to make sure that he does everything in his power to make you feel better <3

PARK DANGGU

absolutely horrified, shocked, scared

he’s very emotive in his face unlike his friends

rushes to wherever you are, the panic practically surging through his entire body

if there was any fighting that needed to happen, he would calm himself down enough to not also get hurt in the fight

but he’s mainly just trying to get to you as fast as possible

could possibly cry depending on how badly you were injured

I feel like if he would, without thinking, pull you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you

and it would be such a tight hug that it would press on your wound

the only thing coming out of his mouth after you winced in pain is a string of “sorry”

he feels so bad, but his brain is honestly such a mess because of how worried he is

he’s a clumsy baby, so he might possibly make the situation worse on accident (before making it better with kisses and medical attention)

GO WON

makes it the absolute biggest deal, no matter if it’s a serious situation or a simple cut or scrape

he’s dramatic, you can’t tell me otherwise

but he would be genuinely worried about you because he cares about you so much

he is going to make sure everyone knows that you are his top priority just by how he drops everything and makes sure of your safety before anything else

and if any of the royal guards were responsible for not keeping you safe, he might fire them on the spot, just saying

he’ll make sure you get attended by the best masters in Sejukwon

he’s not going to take any chances when it comes to you and your safety

would be stubborn and either not let you leave his sight or have guards accompany you everywhere (new guards, not the old ones)

if his duties pulled him away from you, you would be on his mind every second until he knew that you were completely recovered

↳ k-drama taglist: @eternalgyu,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @cha3w0n-hearts,, @tempobaekh,, @candewlsy,, @cosmicwintr

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 3 months

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how ot8 would be with shy!reader

Hi love let me get into it!

Paring:skz!xshy!reader!

Warnings: teasing, fluff

Song recommendation: Super Shy by New Jeans

Super shy

Chan

teases you every time you blush

is the one who starts the conversation and then flirts just to hear your cute giggles

surprise hugs from behind

makes anything to make you blush just to see you hide your face with a pillow, but the things is that he also blushes for everything

Lee know

Hangs out with you in quietness, while watching a movie, softly touching your hand by "mistake"

teases meanly, bus jokingly just to see the way your eyes widen

loves to brush your hair at night even if your cheeks are all red

has a soft spot for you

Chanbin

he is all baby girl with you

makes you laugh until you hide your face in your hands

flirts, but also gets shy and you both giggle and hide under the pillows

makes sure you are alright anytime

Hyunjin

Gentle, when talking to you

likes to watch movies in your bed, ao you get shy and try to hide under the sheets

really touchy

Draws you when you are concentrate doing something so you get surprised and shy when he shows you his work

Han

is basically a competition between each other

both are really shy

small talks, and small touches on your arm

lots of gossip and self-care time together

Felix

Make sure you eat your food

little caresses from time to time

defends you from the teasing from Chan and Lee know

Likes to spend quiet time reading with you, while your cheeks are all red from his presence in your bed

Seugmin

Likes to tease you but as much as much as Chan

He acts mean but is the softest with you and also a bit shy

Likes to spend time with you because the way your nose affirms him that you get shy being with him

likes to hold your hand when possible, his excuse being "are you hands cold, let me see" before grabbing them and seeing your nose burn red about it

I.N

Acts super cute with you

Make sure you are comfortable every time you guys are together

sings love songs to you just to see your red ears burn up to his voice

Likes to hug you from the side when you walk to his house, and makes sure you are always safe with him.

#bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #skz fluff #hyunjin cute #han fluff #seungmin #seugmin #fluff #lee felix #lee minho #seo changbin #i.n skz #i.n

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anotherexistingbeing · 20 days

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Random hcs and info dumps of the day: Short edition

I LIED, MY ASS GOT INVESTED AGAIN LMAO

i just hc that because kito gets raised by ao bing and ao guang, their hair and fur get well taken care of growing up and they look beter than mac and wukong in terms of that xdd fashion monkey lmaoo

kito is scared of wukong even after 400+ years because they saw who he can be when pushed past his limit, and because of them getting punished by him

pigsy stays awake at night during s3 until kito returns, saving food, water, pillows and blankets

the gang sees how wukong treats kito in such a toxic manner and protects kito from him, especially pigsy having yelled and snapped at wukong to back off from kito

Because kito was punished by wukong (him giving them the hoop that limits their power and crown hurting them when they have a breakdown), kito is actually a bit below wukong and macaque in terms of power, abilities and strength but makes up for it with wit, speed, and battle IQ trained in the ways of the dragons, lotus and attended master subodhi's school

Macaque still watches over kito, despite his severed ties with his child: he looks out for them in small ways has kito noticed? answer: yes!

kito shares some of the same abilities with macaque that they gained at birth when mac touched their egg (and the egg absorbing loose power and dna here and there) they can hear x1 better than macaque, despite him trying his best to hide: he was still a huge part of kito's life in their eyes (which i have to write and stuff because patience and creator's block be a bish)

when wukong and some of the pilgrim brothers neglected the poor cub, macaque was there to pick up the slack and comfort the cub even taking them to see chang'e (who's unaware of the trauma and events kito went through)

the only ones who cared from the start were wukong, ao lie and sha wujing, zhu baije, macaque and the monk took a while to warm up to kito when they were born and growing up for reasons that don't pass as good: they had a fear that kito was just going to be another wukong doing what they wanted, never listen to others, ect. (i love wukong for the complex character he is, but man is he a toxic mf RRRRRR)

but because of these fears, kito was wildly misunderstood and thus, this poor kid was unjustifiably punished despite these mistakes, they never meant to hurt anyone they just wanted to be like their baba, and craved his love it was just the wrong place, wrong time even though wukong hurt kito the way he did, he did truly care about them he was just not the right person to care for them in the journey, and when he said for them to go:

he didn't mean for them to walk until their body dropped, miscommunication there he tried putting the kid in time out but his dumbass wasn't specific

in the current lmk timeline, wukong thought kito was being dramatic when that happened (stupid shit ik lmaooo)

Imma leave it at that but there's so much to the story i made for this blueberry cub, I love them sm if you made it this far into the post, Ty for reading!! I appreciate those on this fixation with me and for loving my oc as much as I do!

i hope y'all have a fantastic time and lemme know what you thought of this info dump! :3

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voidofgrace · 9 months

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So, I've done a couple play-throughs of Baldur’s Gate 3 now, and I have some thoughts regarding companion romances; namely, Astarion and Gale. Warning, this will contain spoilers.

In my first game, I romanced Astarion (because obviously), and I loved the way they handled his traumas, his growth, and the nuances of his character. I could pen an essay, but I doubt there is anything I could say that hasn't been said already.

My second game, I decided to romance Gale. I won't lie, I mostly did it because thanks to the weird way he was bugged, I got a flag for his act 2 romance cut scene in my other game. Out of curiosity, I went through it, and it was honestly so sweet, and kind of sad. After that, I wanted to see how the rest of his romance played out.

And folks, I hate to say it (no I don't), I loved his romance more than Astarion’s. By the end of Astarion’s story, while wonderful, I didn't want to be with him, but just like, protect him and help him live his life and just learn how to be free. The revelation of his headstone, and his age of death. He was so young when he was murdered and turned, and it's so heartbreaking.

Also, the man literally says he really didn't like you at all at first. I mean, fair, but was that really the time to say "I thought you were a total loser, but ily now ❤." Kinda rude, Astarion.

And then there's Gale. The man who loved his Goddess so much, he tried to return a piece of magic to her he thought she had lost. Now don't get me wrong, he did it as much out of hubris as he did love, but in doing so, he wanted to earn a fraction of the love he felt for her in return.

This is a man who was sentenced to death by the woman he loved, as a means to an end that she and the other gods could achieve.

And what does this man do, when thinking about how he was close to the end?

He creates a sky full of stars, a pocket of something beautiful in a place that's cursed. And he tells you he loves you, laments about how he wishes he could do it properly. He gives you a glimpse of his life in Waterdeep, the place where he is happiest, because he wants to share that with you.

It is so wonderfully sweet, but it's also soured by the fact that he believes he has no choice but to carry out Mystra’s will. He believes he needs to be forgiven for his transgression against her, and that forgiveness will only be granted with his death.

Then we get the the start of act 3, and the circus. When you take Gale through the Dryad's test, the questions felt very shallow, especially when compared to the ones given with Astarion. What kind of food is Gale? Really? At least, until the very last question: what is Gale’s greatest flaw. One of the answers you can choose is "He thinks that he, and the world, might be better off if he were dead."

His response? He agrees... As someone who has struggled with mental health and similar thoughts, that one hit home. But then, in the next sentence, he shows that he has hope. Maybe it's not true. Maybe fate can be defied.

Moving on to later in act 3, there was the revelation of the Crown of Karsus, a relic from Karsus' attempt at achieving Godhood that survived. And Gale sees the possibilities that crown opens up. A chance to do what the other gods refused to do - what Mystra refused to do. He saw the chance to save Faerûn, to save his friends, and to save the person he loves (which again, Mystra refused to do, in his eyes), Ao be damned.

But, he also sees it as a way to finally be worthy. Worthy of the love he had been denied by Mystra, deserving of the love you have given him. After all, in the past, it was only ever because of his power that he was ever deemed worthy for anything, and what greater power is there than that of a god?

And that is HEARTBREAKING. The man only thought he was worth anything because of his power, because that had been the only thing people had really cared for about him. And when you tell this man you love him just for him, not because he's powerful or because he could he a god, but because he's a sweet man who loves books, who sometimes writes poetry, who loves curling up by the fire with his cat, a book and a glass of wine, he turns down that power. Show him care and love for who he is, and the man shines.

How could anyone NOT love Gale?

But yeah, Gale is 10/10. And Mystra sucks.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios

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lenievi · 8 months

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TOS-tober day 6 (triumvirate prompts)

Favourite romantic duo?

My doorway to mckirk was the bar scene between them in Beyond. That was the first scene I saw from AOS, and only after that I watched the films in order. Because it was the their "final" AOS dynamic that I fell in love with, I feel it's only logical (lol) that I would also like everything about their TOS version because Beyond is the closest to TOS in feeling and characterization (even though I'd still say it's closer to TOS films rather than the show itself).

Yesterday, I said that the spones dynamic is the most engaging, and it is. But Kirk and McCoy's relationship has always been my favourite. It took me a bit to cross the line into the romantic nature of it, but I'm embracing it fully now~

When it comes to Kirk and McCoy in TOS, their relationship is the most quiet, in a way. Their most important scenes are at the beginning of s1, and when you don't get on that train early, it's easy to just miss it imho Not that there aren't good scenes as far as s3 (but they're mostly part of the triumvirate scenes, and Spock-McCoy overshadow the Kirk-McCoy angle), and then the films are just full of mckirk scenes, but at that point, I feel like most people are just focused elsewhere. The lack of fanworks doesn't help either, unfortunately.

But from early on, you know that Kirk and McCoy are close friends. McCoy approaches Kirk in a way no one else does, and Kirk lets his guard around McCoy down. He shares his doubts with him, and he's often willing to listen to McCoy without telling him he doesn't need to be psychoanalyzed. Even though there's literally no need in 90% of cases, Kirk will take McCoy with him on most missions. The show itself even acknowledged how neither of them were necessary in landing parties, but Kirk's need for exploration include McCoy around and giving McCoy opportunities to study things. Which is then again reflected in TMP, where Kirk just needs to have McCoy with him and pesters an admiral to grant him that need.

At times, McCoy sees Kirk through rose-coloured glasses and he cares about him so much, but he's also afraid that Jim will push himself (and also others) above his limit. Kirk is someone who is 100% dedicated to his job, his ship, and his crew, and McCoy is afraid that it will consume him one day - stress, duty, regulations, pressure. He's afraid that Spock will enable Jim to continue on a path of cold logic and forget himself. Destroy himself. And so he makes sure that he can always try and pull Jim back. And Jim? Jim would be lost without McCoy. (McCoy is so important to him.) He might not acknowledge it, but he needs to occasionally hear what McCoy has to say. McCoy is his connection with a world outside of "command" - McCoy specifically isn't welcome in that world. He can question Jim himself, but he can't question Kirk's command decisions. It's not his place.

They're both genuinely fond of each other and they understand each other. And they can hurt each other the most because they know where it would hurt the most. They have a strong emotional connection that isn't diluted too much by professionalism and the chain of command, but it's still an important part of their dynamic.

All of this works for me as a basis for them as a romantic ship where I can exaggerate some of it and mold it into something that I enjoy, that can be a little bit messed up. In a way, "I need you. Damn it, Bones, I need you. Badly." & McCoy killing a living being twice because of Kirk is an important part of the way I ship them.

But at the end of the day, I love Kirk and McCoy's relationship in any way, and I honestly don't know how to properly describe what their friendship in TOS means to me. And it's all thanks to one youtube video of their AOS versions having a drink together in a dimply lit bar.

[prompts]

#terms of service-tober #mckirk #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #i love them so much 🥺 words are not enough #but linking my fics is not really explanatory either haha #i need to write more fics but i need to get over feeling it's weird writing kirk always pining and needing mccoy

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i’ve been stuck in my thoughts for ages about this so hear me out.

So we know about reader seeing Conway’s family when she gets back from the games- the way they stare at her, their beautiful son’s killer. but image reader seeing her friends for the first time when she’s back. Becket, Tallulah, ect (sorry if any of this is spelt wrong it’s midnight and for some reason my hands won’t stop shaking😭)

I think it would be so bittersweet for all of her friends. The sweet girl everybody in District 4 likes, the sweet girl who helped all of her friends in their time of need even if it wasn’t reciprocated, the sweet girl who survived. Yet, the same sweet girl who survived is the same one who deceived and killed her best friend.

I have no clue what her friends would even say😭 It’s obvious that there would be some people who couldn’t see her the same way, but her own friends?

Like I always imagine Beckett and reader to have a really close relationship pre-reaping. Cause i totally feel that Beckett is that one friend who has no safety awareness and would do the stupidest shit, especially if it was to get a laugh out of reader. I just imagine him to be such a goofy guy and Tallulah would always be the one to insult him for it. I can just imagine them as a cute lil trio, but the question is, would that trio fade into a duo after reader comes back home?

ITS SO SAD TO THINK ABOUT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY SHE HAS FINNICK BUT SHE NEEDS HER BEST FRIENDS TOO😭

I can just imagine Finnick’s heart breaking as he watches his sweet girl get socially isolated when she comes back, he’d watch her say that she deserves it and his heart would just shatter. Never in a million years would she deserve it, loosing all of her remaining friends because they can’t fathom what it’s like to be in the arena. They can’t sympathise or understand at all because they just don’t have the experience she has, so they have to resort to the knowledge that they already know. The knowledge that tells them that she’s a monster because she deceived her best friend and then killed him, even if it was for survival.

PLEASE IM BEHHINH ITS SO SAD

-🌺anon

so I believe that district 4 gets away with so much because they're so rich and the Capitol can funnel in so much propaganda, not as much as 1 & 2, but especially for the people who are more well off, the games are somewhat glorified. and I envision beckett and tallulah being victims of this to a certain extent. finnick presents himself as being fine, he parties, he acts like a normal rich young playboy, so it feeds into the narrative that all winning does is make you rich, powerful, but I don't think it serves as an incentive for either of them to volunteer because they aren't the type of people who long for more then the privileged lives they already have.

ao basically I don't necessarily think they isolate her, but I think she isolates herself because of her perception of the situation. she hates herself, thinks she deserves to suffer, that everyone should hate her the way she does, and so she convinces herself that everyone's putting on a facade because she has wealth now, not because they still care about her as a person. so she puts on a face at parties, but draws away otherwise. in the first year or so she probably only interacts, on a day to day basis, with finnick and just enough with her family to support them financially.

finnick tries to get her to spend time with mags, but for a while she won't, the first time she does she sits there in silence until she starts bawling. he doesn't like beckett much but he tries to help him open back up to her, and he does enjoy talullah's company, so he'd invite them over for dinner just try to mediate.

but once he's making dinner and tells her he's invited people over she's pissed and freaking out

"what do you mean? finnick, please, I can't act tonight, just me and you, please"

"you don't have to act, angel, you haven't talked to people in months. they're your friends and worried about you because they care."

"no they don't! how can anybody care about me after what they watched me do? look what I do to my friends."

"I care about you."

"tell them not to come."

"then you'll come to the market with me tomorrow."

"finnick-"

"you're gonna have to pick something because I'm not going to let you rot away anymore. I love you and I need you to take care of yourself, you need to talk to people."

"finn, I'm fine, I just need you."

and he wants to fold for his sweet girl so bad but he has to be strong because he has to get her on a path to healing, it was okay at first, but way too much time has passed and it can't become permanent. so he's clenching his jaw, rubbing his forehead, taking a deep breath, ignoring her pleading eyes.

"they're coming."

"I'll lock myself in the bathroom."

and then he's crying because he just wants to help his sweet girl and his heart aches. he doesn't want to be sobbing the way he is, but it's like he can't stop. it's overwhelmed his senses. and then she's flooded with guilt again and she's crying too.

"I'm sorry I'm so difficult, you deserve better."

and then his heart hurts more when he goes to hug her, to comfort her and she's stepping away because she refuses to accept said comfort. and there's a silence besides the simmering food and sniffling tears before he's able to compose himself enough.

"mags, the market, or dinner? you choose, but you have to choose now or they will come. "

they both know he's strong enough to stop her from running into the bathroom so there's another silence. before she's slowly, shamefully walking towards him, carefully grabbing his hand and tracing up his arm.

"you've already started dinner and it's too late to cancel."

she's muttering it looking at the floor and he can't help but suddenly feel so relieved and ecstatic, so hopeful

"really?"

his voice glimmering so slightly and she's nodding, continuing her patterns up his arm before he's hugging her with all of his warmth. and he's filled with excitement because she's taking a step, she's trying. and it's a rough night, but she tries. the conversation gets awkward and clunky, but she talks, and by the end of the night she's a little less sure her friends despise her.

it still takes nearly two years for her to just be friends again, but she makes small steps through the storm.

and also beckett and tallulah totally end up getting married years later and reader is a bridesmaid, so she does eventually once again become a pretty functioning member of society, up until the quarter quell.

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #the lakes #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #the river #🌺 anon

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