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As a woman who sometimes needs to place a hand on my chest or cup my own boobs self-soothingly, I feel like it could cause confused glances thrown your way around the lads. Or some of them...

"Ye'r tryin' to start somethin', luv? This early in the mornin'? After what happened last night?" Johnny asks playfully as he leans with his hip against the kitchen counter, observing you over the rim of his coffee mug as you sit at the table, focused on your laptop with one hand splaying over your upper chest, fingers dipping below the strap of your top, not even touching your boobs.

"Hm?" You only look up when Simon and Kyle enter the kitchen, expression sleepy and not fully present yet. "What do you mean?"

Johnny does an obnoxious little whistle, wiggling his dark eyebrows as he nudges his chin at your chest. "Well, ye look like ye need sum' help there."

Simon opens the fridge to take out the milk, Kyle kisses your cheek wetly before sinking into the chair next to you while you cock an eyebrow at Johnny.

"She olways does tha' when she concentrates," Simon grumbles, preparing a hot cuppa. He clicks his tongue in chide. "Should know this by now, Johnny-boy."

Kyle nods with a huff, manspreading to get more comfortable. "Yeah, 's like when we cup our balls randomly," he shrugs, "it's just comfortable. Right, mama?"

Finally, you glance down at your chest with furrowed brows, and then it clicks. You can't help but laugh, and you lean over to cup Kyle's jaw and smooch his lips while Johnny merely pouts.

"Oi, I do the bloody groundwork 'nd he gets the rewa–"

But his words are swiftly cut off when Simon grabs him by the collar of his shirt, teeth clashing in a way that nearly makes you wince, when he kisses the Scotsman hard.

"How come that's still the best way to shut him up?" Kyle mutters next to you, seemingly more to himself than you.

You shrug and turn your attention back to your laptop, warm palm slipping back in place to rest on your chest with a content little smile.

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he’s so hot.

“Got to a body everyone liked, did some acting and action explorations, but now the design was sent off to the great Omar Smith to be modeled, where some of the proportions were adjusted. Omar did such an incredible job translating the design” — Kris Anka

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hehe i love them. they’re so cute <33 tysm hon 💕🤭

@deliverance6.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑˚˖𓍢🌷

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦ⵑ 𖧷₊˚˖ Neville isn’t the shy, bumbling kid anymore. He’s grown into himself; steady, strong, and fiercely loyal. He’s the kind of man who knows what it means to fight for what’s right and to keep going even when it’s hard. And that’s what you're looking for - someone who tries and tries and doesn’t give up.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔:

🦌Human | Witch ༄.°

Your magic is precise, structured, and unwavering, much like your personality. You are someone who studies spells thoroughly, perfecting them to ensure they work as intended, a reflection of your Slytherin dedication and INTJ meticulousness.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

He built a reading nook for you in his cottage. Big, overstuffed armchair, fairy lights strung around the window, and a stack of books he thinks you’d love.

Neville charms your favourite blanket to always be warm. Living at Hogwarts (since Neville is a professor, you both live there), means it's very cold during the Winter months.

Neville talks in his sleep, and you ask him questions to hear what he says. You learn all sorts of things this way. Like how he once dreamed of you two living in a tiny house by the sea. Or how he thinks you have the softest hands. One night, he mumbled, “Do you think she knows I’d do anything for her?” and your heart just about stops.

He lets you cut his hair, even though you aren't that great at it... You’re not a professional, but Neville doesn’t care. He sits on a stool in the kitchen, a towel around his shoulders, while you stand behind him with scissors, tongue poking out in concentration.

You leave notes for each other in the strangest places. Like in the bottom of a sock drawer, under a potted plant, inside a book he’s reading. Little scraps of parchment that say things like, “You’re the best part of every day” and “You’re so handsome when you’re not looking.”

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Wildfire and The Gardener

Complete Badass (You) x Sweetheart Who Supports Them (Neville)

Like Calls To Like

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

 It's Always Been You

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Baby by Donnie & Joe Emerson

J's Lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) by Delaney Bailey

Do I Wanna Know cover by Hozier

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

🦋⁺˖⋆ Neville loves how you notice the small things. For example how you remember which plant in the greenhouse needs more sunlight or how you always know when he’s having a hard day, even if he doesn’t say anything. You see what other people overlook. You remember what most people forget. It makes him feel seen in a way he never has before.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

💗⁺˖⋆ Hannah Abbott. You were both a little quiet, a little reserved, and a lot more observant than people realised. You see through each other, and she always knows when you need a cup of tea and a shoulder to lean on.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

🪞⁺˖⋆ Luna Lovegood. You’re not weird, you’re just different. You see things other people don’t, you notice what others overlook, and you speak the truth no matter how strange it sounds.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

˚˖𓍢🗡️A gentle-eyed doe named Willow, rescued from the Forbidden Forest. Willow follows you everywhere, nuzzling your hand when you’re anxious and resting her head on Neville’s knee when he sits in the garden.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 ⋆.˚🦢⋆

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠ⵑ ꩜*: He is strength without arrogance, loyalty without question, and warmth in a world of cold ambition. Where you’re blunt, he’s steady. Where you’re sharp, he’s solid. He listens when you speak, even when it’s a cutting remark or a whispered confession at midnight. With him, you feel safe enough to be both the fire and the ember, the storm and the quiet that follows.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

࿐ ࿔ The Blood of Old Valyria. A Targaryen Princess. ⋆.ೃ

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Harwin never calls you ‘Princess’ when it’s just the two of you. Everyone else bows and scrapes, but not him. To him, you’re just you. He waits until the doors are closed, the room empty, and then he drops the formalities, voice soft as he murmurs your name. “Rough day?” he asks, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

Harwin learns all your little rituals. You may be a princess, but you’re also a creature of habit. And when you're too tired to do them, he helps you.

You’re taught to keep your emotions in check, but Harwin sees through it every time. You’re a Targaryen. People expect you to be composed, restrained, in control. But Harwin? He sees the way your jaw clenches when someone talks down to you. The way your eyes narrow when you’re holding back a retort. When you’re alone, he touches your cheek, thumb brushing over your temple as he whispers, “Let it out. With me, you can.”

Harwin tells you the truth, even when it’s not what you want to hear. You’re a Targaryen, and people lie to you to stay in your favour. But Harwin doesn’t.

You teach him Valyrian, but only the phrases that matter. You sit in front of the fire, your head on his shoulder, your hand wrapped around his. You whisper the words slowly, his brows furrowing as he tries to mimic you. “Jorrāelza,” you say, the syllables soft and lilting. “It means ‘loved one.’

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Forbidden Love

Constant Banter

Places You Above Anything And Everyone Else. You Are His World.

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Forced Proximity. You’re snowed in at Harrenhal, and there’s only one room with a fireplace to keep you warm.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Glimpse Of Us by Joji

Roslyn by Bon Iver

Dance Me To The End Of Love by Midnite String Quartet

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

🦋⁺˖⋆ Your fire. The way you say exactly what you mean and mean exactly what you say. He trusts you to always tell him the truth, even when it’s hard to hear.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

💗⁺˖⋆ Laena Velaryon. You work together like Yin and Yang. Balancing each other out, yet you are similar in other ways as well. Ironic but it works. You can tell her anything, and you know she won't tell a soul.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

🪞⁺˖⋆ Rhaenys Targaryen. Calm and calculating on the outside, a raging wildfire underneath. You see what others don’t, you say what others won’t, and you never forget what was taken from you.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

˚˖𓍢🗡️ Silverwing is one of the most loyal dragons in the history of Westeros, returning to the same places over and over, searching for her rider even after Alysanne’s death. You value loyalty above almost anything else, and Silverwing’s fierce, unyielding devotion mirrors that perfectly. While other dragons command attention with their brutality or size, Silverwing commands it with her presence; a subtle but undeniable strength. You’re the same way. You don’t need to be the loudest voice in the room to hold power.

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aww soo pretty! i love it so much 💕

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@witchthewriter your blog is seriously a wonderful place. you have a brilliant mind, an infectious aura, and lovely way of writing.

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@witchthewriter i love all of your works. you’re so creative, i wish i was HALF as creative as you are.

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𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you for the request anon!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Jade is well-inversed in the language of love ... or rather, the French language.

・Most of the time he doesn't even realise he does it. But it comes out when his emotions run high; anger, happiness, annoyance etc.

・Jade has many affectionate nicknames for you though, some you understand, others you do not.

For example: "mon cœur" (my heart) or "chéri(e)" (darling)

・Sometimes he explains it, sometimes he doesn't. But the first time he spoke French to you, was when you spent your first night together.

・Your relationship was a tad new, and both of you were testing the waters. Seeing what the other was like in certain situations.

・You had started to close everything up for the night. It wasn't quite dark yet, but the sun was nearly done setting.

・For a moment, you saw the beautiful colours of the sky; pink, orange, hints of yellow and blue. It made you yearn for a time when you weren't stuck in this town.

"The sky looks so beautiful..." you uttered, remembering all those moments of sitting on the porch/front steps of your home. A parent or two sitting next to you.

・Still looking out the window, you heard Jade say something-

"C'est vrai, tu es encore plus belle que ça"

・For a moment there was silence.

・Furrowing your eyebrows, you blinked and asked, “...wait. What was that?”

・Stilling, Jade realised what he’d just said, and the slightest hint of a blush crept up his neck.

“What was what?” he deflected.

“What you just said! That wasn’t English. What did you say?”

・Sighing, he ran a hand through his messy hair. Pondering if he should actually come clean or make something up...

・Reluctantly, and with a blush becoming more obvious, he admitted, “I said… ‘It’s true, you’re even more beautiful than that.’”

・Now it was your turn to blush. And yet you smiled softly, butterflies fluttering inside...“You really think that?”

・Jade scoffed, “Obviously. Don’t make me repeat it.”

・But you ignored the his defesiveness. Leaning closer, you brushed your fingers over his hand. “Say it again. In French...Please”

・Jade hesitated, then let his eyes meet yours for a long moment. He noticed a slight glimmer in them.

・Exhaling, he shook his head realising that he wouldn't do this for anyone else.

"C’est vrai," he murmured again, his voice low but sincere, "tu es encore plus belle que ça."

・The words hung in the air, delicate and intimate, and for the first time in a long time, Jade wasn’t thinking about clues or science, the monsters, or the impossible circumstances.

・He was just thinking of you.

・You smiled, with a hint of mischief. And leaned your head against his shoulder. You hummed in contentment.

“I like it when you speak French,” you said quietly.

・Jade’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”

・That was an obvious lie.

・Because Jade didn't stop you from lacing your fingers through his... and for the rest of the night, he didn’t even try to stop the soft French from slipping out.

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𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ platonic, gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you for the request anon!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Interally, Viserys was very stunned that he was able to have five children with Alicent. Five new Targaryens to add to the family legacy. He was happy about that. But uneasy about how the relationship dynamics would work.

In an (awkward) attempt, Viserys gave his youngest to Daemon and Rhaenyra to raise. As a way for the two sides of his family to connect.

Doing this was both a hopeful gesture and a desperate gamble. He couldn't deny the tension that had long simmered between Alicent's children and Rhaenyra's. By entrusting his youngest—a vulnerable, unifying piece of his legacy—to Daemon and Rhaenyra, he hoped to bridge the rift before it grew insurmountable.

・You can expect the reaction Alicent had when Viserys told her what was going to happy.

・Even though she did not mind giving the child to someone else to raise, Daemon and Rhaenyra were not on her list.

・But she was able to calm herself.

・Rhaenyra and Daemon would ultimately ruin her - showing that Alicent wasn't a bad mother afterall!

・You had been given a dragon egg when you arrived on Dragonstone, it was warm, a swirling oval of pink, blue and purple. Golden accents hinting in the sunlight.

・You were so excited, you were obsessed with dragons, with your House and how everything came to be.

・You LOVED the conquorers Rhaenys & Visenya; and you believed they loved one another too.

・Despite his earlier dispute and nonchalance towards the idea, Daemon takes his role as surrogate father very seriously. Moreso than anyone expected him to.

・Rhaenyra was torn. Torn because this child belonged to her once best friend who had snubbed her for years and now her father wants her to look after it.

・Soon though, she found herself softening toward you.

・He frequently calls you "little dragon" and takes you on dragon rides before you're old enough to handle a dragon on your own.

・Daemon is fiercely protective of the child and makes a point of teaching them about Targaryen history, perhaps even embellishing it to suit his own views.

・He wouldn't say anything, but Daemon secretly enjoys that raising the child annoys Alicent

・Rhaenyra takes on her role as mother quickly and easily. Love was confusing - because you were her little sibling. But she also has the love of a mother towards you.

・Rhaenyra teaches you about politics and ruling, determined to ensure you'll never feel caught between two worlds.

・Alicent is heartbroken to see one of her children sent away but forces herself to believe it’s for the greater good.

・Alicent writes letters to you constantly, but they don’t always reach their destination, thanks to Daemon’s interference.

・You're seen as a traitor by Alicent’s other children, especially Aegon and Aemond, who view the situation as a betrayal by Viserys.

・Helaena, ever the gentle girl, sends gifts and tries to maintain a relationship with you, even sneaking messages through servants.

・Daeron has no idea about you - only what Alicent writes in letters as he too was sent to Oldtown.

・Rhaenyra’s children are initially wary of the new addition, but eventually forms a bond with you, in their own way.

・You're bonded with a dragon at a very young age, one that reflects your mixed heritage.

・Daemon ensures the child learns how to ride and control their dragon, much to Alicent’s horror when she hears tales of their early flights. Alicent sees the dragons as abominations in the eyes of religion.

・When you visit King’s Landing, your presence causes a stir. Your siblings are hostile towards you (beside Helaena), while Rhaenyra’s children are overprotective.

・Obviously, Otto Hightower tries to use the child as a political tool, but Daemon’s fiery temper keeps him at bay. He sees you as his child. His baby.

・Over time, Viserys actually regrets his decision, seeing how it causes more tensions rather than diminishing them. Yet, he clings to the hope that his youngest child will one day unite the family.

・When you really start to grow into yourself and create your own opinions, you basically turn out as a mix of Daemon’s boldness and Rhaenyra’s sense of duty. This...is your Nurture. However, you're Nature is that you have great kindness. Just like Rhaenyra, Helaena and Viserys have.

・You do have a longing to be accepted by your biological siblings...

・Maybe, you have a moment with Daemon and tell him that ... so then he tells you to hop on Caraxes and the two of you will confront Aegon and Aemond...maybe even spy on them. Because Daemon knows they aren't people to want love from.

・As you grow older, you become a key player in the family’s drama, refusing to pick sides and instead working to carve out your own path.

・You may eventually become a mediator between the two factions, though not without significant personal cost.

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𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: gore, dead body, talking about a dead friend

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Ever since Jade arrived in town (and stopped believing it was some sort of escape...town?) he had never spoken about Tobey. Not uttered a single sentence about him to you, or anyone. Not even Boyd or Kenny...or Mrs Liu (who Jade opened up to, quite a lot)

・The sun filtered through the canopy above, warm against your skin as you sat beneath a large tree.

・You and Jade were catching your breath.

・What was supposed to be a simple outing to scavenge for an experiment, turned out to be anything but.

・Another vision had attacked Jade and he took off running. Being chased by a man with a knife would ... do that to ya.

・His chest was still rising and falling too fast, the remnants of his panic were still clinging to him like vines, yet the worst of it was fading.

・You had caught up and sat beside him, doing your best to calm him down.

・Now your hand rested in his, a small comfort.

・He squeezed and rolled his head to look at you. Softly he whispered, 'thank you.'

・You nodded. How could he not think you would do anything for him? Some days you wanted to scream at Jade:

"I LOVE YOU. I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU. THE ONLY REASON I AM STILL ALIVE HERE IS BECAUSE OF YOU."

・But you knew it would be too much...

・Without realising it, you had gotten so far inside your own head that you didn't hear Jade speak.

"God I can't believe I'm saying this but...I wasn't like this before."

・You looked at him, empathy practically radiating from you.

・Staying silent, you let Jade speak...

"I had a best friend," his voice is rough, the words completely unexpected. The words surprise even him.

・You don't react, don't push. Just listen.

・Jade stares at his hands, fingers curling slightly in the grass. The sunlight feels too gentle, too warm for the weight pressing on his chest.

"His name was Tobey."

・Those words hadn't been said since he got here. And even before, he never called Tobey his best friend. But that's what he was.

・With a deep inhale, then a slow exhale, he tried to unravel the tight knot in his throat.

・Never before had it been so hard to speak. But your hand squeezed his, a silent reminder that he wasn't alone...that it was okay to be vulnerable.

"He was my friend. My closest friend, he, ah... he understood me. We met in college. We'd sat next to each other in class...And he just wouldn't shut up. Not for a second. He got us both thrown out of class. But I couldn't do anything but laugh. He was this ... funny, smart, ... ridiculous person. And he had this way of looking at me like he knew what I was thinking before I even thought it."

・Jade laughed, but it was so hollow... almost mournful. Reminiscing a time where there was hope, there was a future...

・He went quiet. Letting his mind wander. Letting it leave this fucked up town and remember when life was worth living.

・A small smile grew on Jade's face. When you looked at him, the sunlight warmed his brown eyes. In that moment you escaped too.

・And when he continued talking, it wasn't so sad.

"Tobey...helped me a lot. He knew I wanted to start a company, he also knew I wouldn't do it without him. And guess fucking what - we did it. And we sold it for so much...fucking money."

・With each word Jade grew more and more passionate. His anger turning righteous.

"And then he died."

・The words shattered your heart.

・You couldn't understand how Jade didn't wallow day after day. Letting hatred build up inside of him.

・You just didn't understand how he could keep going.

・Jade pressed his fingers into the ground beside him, nails digging into the earth.

・A tear slid down his face, and it surprised him. Quickly, he wiped it away. Ashamed.

・Turning your body, you grabbed onto Jade's hand and pressed it to your lips.

"He sounds amazing. I wish I could have met him."

・Jade exhaled, squeezing your fingers, and for once, he didn't feel so weighed down. Now someone else knew Tobey. And it gave him comfort.

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Viserion: Rhaegal won't come out of his room

Drogon: Just tell him I'm talking shit

Viserion: Oh...um, what type of shit in particular?

Drogon: Anything factually incorrect. Trust me, Vis.

Rhaegal, a few minutes later: Did you just fucking say I was adopted-

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

a/n: thank you anon for requesting this one, I miss the hype!

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・This relationship is a balance of pure chaos and serenity.

・Astarion brings the mischief, the flirtation, and the decadent indulgences. He thrives on teasing both you and Halsin...

・Halsin is the grounding presence.

・Calm, wise, and deeply affectionate. He counters Astarion’s sharp edges with quiet strength and welcoming warmth.

・And you, well you’re the anchor between them

・Sometimes siding with Astarion in his playful antics and other times melting into Halsin’s steady, nurturing embrace.

・Halsin, as the druid, is deeply in tune with nature, and his personality reflects that harmony.

・He is understanding, compassionate, and protective, with a natural inclination to support and nurture his partners.

・Both you and As know that you can go to him with anything. Halsin is amazing at giving advice. He's wise and forgiving, and the ultimate comforting force.

・Halsin would take you and Astarion on peaceful walks through the woods, showing you the wonders of the natural world. But, you know As just has to complain...about bugs or animals...and yet really, he does enjoy these walks.

・An activity all three of you love doing is reading together. You’d take turns reading passages aloud, each of you offering a different voice, tone, or interpretation.

・These intimate moments would be filled with warmth and understanding, with occasional giggles

・Halsin wakes up at dawn—he’s an early riser

・Astarion stays curled up in bed for as long as possible, pulling you back down when you try to get up.

・Astarion craves devotion; though he won't admit it. He needs reassurance that he’s wanted for more than just his beauty or usefulness.

・Halsin, ever perceptive, makes sure Astarion is cherished with slow, patient affection, something the vampire struggles to accept at first.

・Halsin’s love is vast; just like the wilds he worships. He enjoys physical touch, holding you and Astarion both as though you are his greatest treasures. His touch is healing, protective, and reverent.

・You become their shared sanctuary; a place where Astarion can be vulnerable without fear and where Halsin can express his devotion freely.

・With Halsin’s calming presence and Astarion’s intense passion, your emotional needs would be fully met from different angles

・Despite the differences in their personalities, Halsin and Astarion would share vulnerabilities that would deepen their bond with each other and with you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Soulmates Sometimes Come In Threes

"Shut Up” (You) x “Make Me” (Astarion) x “Just Kiss Already.” (Halsin)

Makes A Mess (You) x Cleans The Mess (Halsin) x Is A Mess (Astarion)

Moon (Astarion) x Eclipse (You) x Sun (Halsin)

Thinks He’s In Charge (Astarion) x Is Actually In Charge (You) x Knows He’s Not In Charge (Halsin)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 in this order...

Enemies to Lovers

Slow Burn Romance

Forbidden Love

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Sex On Fire by the Midnite String Quartet

Goodnight Sweet Possums by John Powell

The River by Brian Tyler

Cherry by Lana Del Rey

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Astarion...well he loves building it up. He goes slow, teasing and pushing both you and Halsin to your limits.

・He thrives on making you beg...with his feather-light touch one moment and then overwhelming grasping and grabbing the next

・On the other hand, Halsin is raw - he's primal. He wants a connection; he needs to feel everything.

・Halsin needs to lose himself in the moment. With skin to skin complete contact, your sweat-slick bodies tangled together.

・Astarion owns the night with his sinful ways. Whispering dirty, teasing words until you're both desperate and at his mercy.

・And, Halsin owns the morning. With lazy, deep thrusts while you're warmed by the sun. His lips whisper sweet words of devotion.

・Astarion has a love for control. He pins you down, biting, leaving marks that only fade because of Halsin's magic. (This annoys As to no end).

・Halsin on the other hand is a force of nature. He lets As have his fun. Lets him play his games...but when he's ready to take over? No more games.

・And when Halsin finally takes control? Gods help Astarion. Pinned down, breath stolen, utterly undone.

・Halsin talks you through it, telling you how good you're doing. How pretty you look underneath him.

・Astarion is a little more mean; making you beg and plead for him.

[deliverance6]

[deliverance6]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Syrax would be unwaveringly committed to you. Once the bond snaps in place, she only has eyes for you and expects the same devotion in return.

・In this relationship, you two possess the ability to communicate with each other in a way that goes beyond simple speech. Syrax can pick up on your emotions and feelings very quickly.

・All dragonshifter bonds have almost telepathic communication, but it is something both partners have to work on.

・In times of danger, Syrax would be a fierce protector, and you'd fight side by side.

・The bond would carry a lot of emotional depth, not just physical but also emotional and spiritual. You would be her confidante, her ally, and her anchor in times of uncertainty.

・Syrax's emotions run deep, and she would only ever bond with someone who can match her intensity.

・In this form, Syrax still possesses her keen senses, fiery temperament, and a deep connection to the skies and nature.

・Her human-like form has indications of her dragon self; her hair has an otherworldly shimmer, sharp fingernails, curled horns that protrude from her forehead, pointed ears and glowing eyes.

・Depending on her shift, she may retain scaled wings, allowing her to soar even in her human-like form.

・Whether she is looming over you as a dragon or standing beside you as a woman, Syrax is always your protector. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, she bares her fangs in a silent warning.

・However, she does face challenges in adapting to human emotions, relationships, and societal norms.

・With her only able to dragonshift when she meets her soulmate/mate, it takes a while to understand the human way of life...

・So she asks you many, many questions about - everything.

"But I do not understand why!

"Well, I- I guess that's just the way it's been. Tradition. I think it's a tad stupid but ... that's why."

・Hence, you have to have a lot of patience with her

・Always wants to be near you; holding your hand, nuzzling into your shoulder, climbing ontop of you etc

・Likes to stare at you, you can often find her looking at you, no matter how close or far away she is.

"Oh! Sy, what are you staring at? Is there something on my face?"

"Yes," she says, leaning forward, "a kiss!"

・Bites you when she's bored...or just when you two are alone.

・Very jealous. Doesn't like it when someone looks at you too long.

・Loves sweet things; will eat an entire plate of honey lemons in 10 minutes flat

・Syrax would have such high energy; encouraging you to try new things and take risks. But reminding you that she'll always be there to catch you if you fall.

・She is so understanding. So empathetic toward you. Syrax only wants the best for you.

・There’s a strong, mutual desire to shield one another from harm.

・Nothing intimidates her. Any challenges that come up - she faces them head on. She's determined. A being who cannot be swayed.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (Syrax) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (You)

Wear Matching Necklaces

Primal & Possessive

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Unbreakable Bond/Bonded for Life

Mutual Growth

The Dragon’s Protector

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Sails of Charon by Scorpions

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

The Wolf by Fever Ray

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・First of all, Syrax is incredibly possessive of you. She has a primal instinct to make everyone know that you are hers and she is yours.

・She is incredibly strong, even if she doesn't look it...and gods does she love using her strength against you

・Her favourite thing to do is hold you against a wall, or! pin you on the bed.

・Her teeth raking down your cheek, neck, chest and stomach...

・Syrax loves to mark you. Bites, bruises, deep scratches. She expects to see them the next day. If she notices them fading too quickly...she’ll remedy that immediately.

・Needs to have her scent on you. Many know you are together, but with her scent Syrax is letting every other magical being that you are bonded

・When her instincts are particularly strong, she burns for you - literally. Her body runs hotter than a human's and when she's aroused, her body is warm to the touch.

・She does have a Heat.

・And it can last for upto a week. During that time, no matter what has to be done, Syrax is not letting you leave her side. She needs to be near you at all times.

・During this time, she is constantly wet, constantly needing you.

・She ruts against you, sometimes slowly, just to relieve some part of her. Other times, she pins you down and humps you until she's reached her peak.

・If it was any other time, she would want to be the dominant one. But during her Heat, she wants to be used; wants her hair pulled, her nipples swollen from constant biting and pulling.

・Even when she cums, she makes different noises. She sounds more needy - whining and crying out.

[deliverance6]

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙

𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐: "Winter Is Coming" 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍: A grey Direwolf's head against a white background. 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔: The Starks have a reputation for long faces, brown hair, and grey eyes. Some are known for melancholy and iciness, while others have a wildness sometimes called "wolf blood".

In the current generation of Starks, (this was slightly touched on in the series, but the books delve further into it) several members (e.g., Arya and Bran Stark and Jon Snow) have the ability to enter the minds of their direwolf pets as wargs, giving them the ability to experience the senses of their direwolves as well as being able to see directly through their eyes.

The latter occurs most frequently when the children sleep, although they may be able to do it while awake; they need to understand warging and practice.

Now, House Stark of Winterfell is one of the Great Houses of Westeros and the principal noble house of the north.

In days of old they ruled as Kings of Winter, but since Aegon's Conquest they have been Wardens of the North and ruled as Lords of Winterfell. Their seat, Winterfell, is an ancient castle renowned for its strength.

Some of House Starks customs are very different to other Houses. They traditionally bury deceased members of their family in the crypts below Winterfell. They follow the old gods.

However, with the marriage of Eddard to Lady Catelyn Tully, a follower of the Faith of the Seven, a small sept was constructed at Winterfell, just for her.

The Starks have traditionally been friends of the Night's Watch. The four youngest men to have served as Lord Commander, including Osric Stark, were brothers, sons, or bastards of Kings in the North.

The Starks also hold the belief that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. When the head of the house is away, the Stark remaining in the castle to rule the north is referred to as "the Stark in Winterfell".

[deliverance6]

Simon Riley who took you home after a night out, expecting sex but you couldn't go through with it.

You were both already naked, your hands on his chest, straddling the large man when you just ... couldn't do it. Being a virgin at this age felt embarrassing, and tonight you wanted to get rid of the title.

Simon, saw the dismay on your face and wrapped a blanket around you. Your face was bright red from embarrassment, god, what was holding you back?

"it's alrigh' love."

You felt the need to leave. You hadn't given him what he wanted...so you guessed it was time to hit the road.

So, both of you got up to do very different things.

You started putting on your dress and shoes, but when Simon turned around, he had a pair of his shirts and large sweat pants for you to wear.

His gruff voice was so gentle.

"You don't 'ave to leave..."

You weren't expecting this. There were no alarm bells, nothing in your stomach to say 'run.' But Simon Riley knew the dangers that women faced and he never wanted to make another woman feel that way.

"I uh, just want you to know, you can do whatever you like. I just ... fucking hell. What I'm tryin' to say is, I'd like to spend more time with ya...if that's alrigh' by you..."

He offered you a shower, and god did you want one. Surprisingly enough, Simon had pretty good products in his bathroom. None of that 30 in 1 shampoo. Clean towels. Everything was in perfect order; neat, tidy.

When you had changed into the perfectly oversized clothes (he is like 6'6?), and walked downstairs, Simon was waiting on the lounge with various drink options, and a sheepish grin.

"Thought you'd need some water, but I also have whiskey, coffee, tea..."

"Oh, thank you! Um, I'm fine with water...and maybe a tea."

"Woman after me own heart," he said with a grin and went on to make the best cuppa he's made in his life.

[deliverance6]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・At first it was just kindness. You were there whenever Helaena needed you, and you soon you became her trusted friend.

・Trusted friend turned into something less platonic ... like a small evolution, Helaena realised that she could not live out her days without you by her side.

・Even though the Princess is not one for grand gestures of affection, you know just how all-consuming her love is ... in a deep yet quiet way.

・She gazes upon you with adoration, her violet eyes filled with a warmth barely anyone else ever receives.

・You are her safe place, her constant, the only one she can truly trust.

・Although she would NEVER say it outright - Helaena shows you her love through the way she lingers in your presence, the way her fingers brush slowly against yours, the soft smiles meant only for you.

・When you brush her hair, she leans into your touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.

・Sometimes, when she’s feeling brave, she will trace her fingers over your wrist absentmindedly, as if memorizing the feel of you. Both of you blush but neither says a word.

・She adores giving you small gifts—a butterfly pin she had made just for you, an embroidered handkerchief with her own initials (so that a piece of her is always with you), actually, a lot of your clothes have hidden bugs that she has sewn to signify that you are hers.

・She plucks flowers from the royal gardens and presses them into books before leaving them in your chambers, never saying a word about it.

・When she’s alone with you, she finally breathes. She lets down her walls and allows herself to be just Helaena, not a princess.

・She’ll ask you to stay with her a little longer, finding excuses for you to keep her company; whether it’s brushing her hair, helping her dress, or simply sitting in silence while she watches her insects.

・Helaena speaks in riddles and half-truths, but around you, her words take on a soft, intimate quality.

"If a moth is drawn to a flame, yet the flame does not burn it ..." (aka devotion from both ends. One is endless curiosity and the other is making sure their actions do not hurt the other. It's about you and her.)

・She is always comparing you to something ethereal - e.g., a rare moth, a fleeting sunrise, a melody no one else can hear but her.

・You asked her why she liked moths so much and she said: "moths are ... overlooked. Much more than butterflies. They are drawn to light...just like everyone else. Yet, just like everyone else. They are not treated the same."

・One of your favourite memories with Helaena is when she introduced you to Dreamfyre.

・You thought, 'surely today is the day that I day," oh how wrong you were.

・Dreamfyre chooses her riders for specific reasons both Rhaena Targaryen and Helaena Targaryen were not the most politically powerful of their time, nor were they the most feared.

・But Dreamfyre does not seek conquest or brute force—she seeks something deeper. Rhaena and Helaena both had a deep connection to things beyond the mortal world, and Dreamfyre recognized it.

・Rhaena and Helaena were both women who were not meant to rule. They were overlooked, dismissed, forced into positions they never truly wanted.

・Many Targaryens could have tried to claim Dreamfyre, but she has never allowed herself to be ruled by greed or ambition.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

You Are My Safe Place

Always Hold Grudges (You) x Forgives Too Easily (Helaena)

Has Insane Dreams Of The Future (Helaena) x Believes All Of It - Lemme Write This Down Honey (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love Transcending Boundaries

Forbidden Love

Only You Understand

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Picture You by Chappel Roan

Do I Wanna Know by Hozier

𝒀𝒐𝒖 & 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒇𝒚𝒓𝒆

・To Helaena, Dreamfyre is more than just her dragon; she is her kindred spirit, the only creature who has always understood her.

・Dreamfyre is ancient, wise, and deeply connected to her rider’s emotions. If Helaena is bringing you to meet her, it means she sees you as someone truly important.

・The cave depths of the Dragonpit echo with the sound of slow, deep breathing as Dreamfyre stirs at Helaena’s approach. The Dragonpit is huge; even more spacious down below, where the chained dragons sleep.

・You were glad that Dreamfyre's place was quite close to the exit.

・As you walked closer to the now fully awake, and alert dragon, you squeezed Helaena's hand tightly, your fingers trembling. Hell you're whole body feels like it's trembling.

・When you're close, you can see Dreamfyre's great silver-blue head and her glowing eyes ... that settle on you with deep intensity.

・Your heart starts to pound even more so.

・Helaena strokes the dragon’s snout, whispering in High Valyrian, her voice a soft hum against the cavern’s stillness. Then she turns to you.

“Now you must not be afraid,” she murmurs, because there is an underlying meaning beneath her words: Dreamfyre will know if you are.

・The dragon sniffs the air, then lowers her massive head, exhaling a warm breath that ruffles your hair. She is assessing you.

・You hold your ground. Dying by a dragon seems like a pretty cool way to go, so you stare the dragon in the eyes. And for some reason, your hand start to move.

・You gently cup the side of Dreamfyre's face and smile.

・Helaena is holding her breath - she hadn't expected you to do that. And she's impressed.

・With a few slow blinks, Dreamfyre huffs which causes your hair to fly backwards.

・And then you feel it, her head moving towards your hand, liking the touch.

"She accepts you," Helaena says with glee.

[deliverance6]

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐻𝑒 𝑆𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: this includes ... all types not just one. So it's a bit of a 'preference.' (That's what we called it in the olden days ...)

Also this is 18+, not explicitely explicit but ... we acting like grown ups.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He worships you in slow, deliberate ways. Your presence needs to be savoured, never rushed.

・Your relationship is intense. Full of tension and pure devotion.

・He is a creature of elegance and obsession. To him, love is eternal, a bond that transcends time, life, and even death. He does not just love you; he worships you.

・He follows you in the shadows, watching, ensuring no harm comes to you. He is always there, whether you see him or not.

・Jealousy runs deep. If another so much as looks at you too long, he will appear beside you, fingers brushing your throat in a quiet warning.

・He is a silent guardian, a ghost of devotion, ever watchful, ever patient.

・Oh god he just LOVES gifting you luxurious items...antique jewellery or the most expensive jewellery in the current trends, books older than empires or books he noticed you liked from BookTok, treats for your pets, snacks for you...

・His love is eternal, and that means he has to keep up with the times... he brandishes you with flowers, chocolate, hot coffee, the latest phone etc. To show that no matter how much time will pass, you and he are forever.

・Funnily enough, he will never let you be cold (unless it's Summer and you need his icy skin...that's the best feeling ever!) His touches, his whispers of raunchy thoughts...it's enough to have you looking away with warmth seeping into every bone in your body.

・Constantly tells you that, "You are mine."

・His nicknames for you are: 'beloved,' 'dove,' 'my heart,' 'darling,' 'blood of my blood.'

𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Once you two decided to be a couple, you are his. Full stop. And everyone needs to know it.

・Your werewolf boyfriend is the embodiment of fierce devotion, raw passion, and unwavering protection. He does not love with hesitation. He is a ride or die.

・With werewolves, are pack creatures. You are his pack. His family. More than that, you are his mate. His soulmate. Therefore, everyone needs to know that.

・Whenever you're together, he keeps an arm around your waist in public, scent-marks you with his jacket, his hoody...his very presence.

・A big way he shows his love is through Acts of Service and Physical Touch...Your boyfriend loves to fix things for you, he gets the groceries, brushes your hair, massages your shoulders and back. He knows exactly where you left your phone, keys and glasses.

・He also carries you when you're tired...you don't even have to ask.

・Intimidating to others but to you, he's the softest, most gentle male you have ever met.

・He's always afraid of hurting you, so he makes sure to be extra careful.

・His mating instincts are also very, very strong. He leaves love bites, not enough to hurt - but enough to claim.

・He looks at you like you hung the moon. His entire world is centered around you.

・Calls you 'little one,' 'pup,' 'lamb,' 'sweetheart,' 'my mate,' 'sunshine,' 'precious.'

𝑶𝒓𝒄 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・“You are my heart. You are my home.” He speaks with no hesitation, because his love is truth.

・He does not hesitate. He does not doubt. You are his, and he will carve the world apart to prove it.

・Orcs do not love easily, but when they do, it is for life. You are not just his lover—you are his mate, his purpose, his home.

・When you are apart, he grows restless, his hands twitching, his jaw clenching. He does not handle distance well. You are meant to be by his side.

・If you are injured, he will not let you lift a single finger until you are fully healed. "You do not need to ask, little one. If you want it, I will make it so."

・The orc culture loves physical touch. Hugging, wrapping an arm around someone, kisses, forehead touches, leaning on each other, etc. It's what your boyfriend grew up with.

・He constantly pulls you close, runs his fingers along your skin, holds you against his chest

・He often carries you without warning, simply because he can.

・If you fall asleep against him, he will not move for hours, no matter how uncomfortable he is.

・If someone touches you with anything more than innocent intent, they do not walk away unscathed.

"No harm will come to you. Not while I breathe."

・Orcs do not believe in lies or empty flattery.If he tells you that you are beautiful, strong, worthy, he means it with his entire being.

・He does not buy gifts. He makes them. Your orc is an incredible crafter.

・He will forge a weapon; just for you. Engraved with protection runes. Jewellery; carved from bone, iron or stone. It's worn against his own skin before he gifts it to you. Therefore, it will carry his scent, his protection.

・Orcs believe in providing for their mate. If he is eating, you eat first. If there is little food, you get the best of it.

・He cooks for you, hunts for you, makes sure you are always fed and strong.

・His pet names for you are: 'little flame,' 'my treasure,' 'wife/husband' (even if you aren't married), 'warrior,' 'feisty one,' 'biter.'

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏-𝑯𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・You are his greatest treasure. Dragons do not share. If he has chosen you, it means you are his, body and soul.

・He collects things that remind him of you—a lock of your hair tied in silk, a ring you once touched, a ribbon that still carries your scent.

・If you ever give him a gift, no matter how small, he hoards it like it is worth more than any jewel.

・His claws are sharp, his strength immense, yet he touches you with the utmost care.

・You are small in his arms, delicate compared to him, and it drives him mad with the need to protect you.

・Flying is sacred to him. To allow you on his back, to take you into the sky, means he trusts you completely.

・In his dragon form, you clutch the horns on his back as he soars across the sky. You feel the wind rushing past, the stress of the world just melts away.

・Tears spring to your eyes; either from the wind or your feelings...your love turns his head to look at you. His golden eyes gleaming. "You were meant to fly with me," he mind-speaks, voice filled with a deep, ancient knowing.

・When dragons love, they love eternally. He does not think in mortal years. He thinks in centuries.

・"You will stay with me," he murmurs, "won't you?"

・His wings tighten around you, golden eyes filled with something deep and yet completely full of vulnerability.

・He watches you with reverence, with something like awe, as if he cannot believe you are real.

・He calls you: 'my jewel,' 'star of my sky,' 'little love,' 'little bird,' 'my fierce love,' 'dragonrider.'

𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He does not love like mortals do. He loves like a demon—raw, primal, unholy. He loves like he would tear the heavens apart for you.

・And he just might.

・He is always watching you.

・He knows your scent, your heartbeat, your dreams. He has studied every inch of you, memorized every detail.

・If someone else touches you? The air crackles with heat. His jaw tightens, his claws flex. He doesn’t tolerate competition.

・He has never raised his voice around you, always talks softly (he calls it seductively).

・The epitome of he hates everyone except you.

・The world fears him. His enemies kneel before him. But with you? He listens. He softens. He worships.

・His claws are sharp, but he never lets them harm you.

・His magic is dark, but he uses it to protect you, to keep you safe, to make sure no harm ever befalls you.

・Your demon LOVES to make you feel flustered. Flushed cheeks, red ears, stomach full of butterflies. He always makes you feel desired.

・"I would burn the heavens for you."

・He adores physical affection.

・Constantly has his hands on you. Holding your wrist, wrapping his tail around your waist, tracing invisible sigils into your skin.

・He's incredibly territorial over you.

・If you cry? He is not sure how to handle it. His hands twitch, unsure. His rage and power mean nothing if he cannot fix this.

・Demons are not supposed to have weaknesses. But you? You are his only one.

・He has existed for centuries, eons. He has known lust, hunger, desire. But love? Love is new. Love is terrifying.

・Love is you. And he is never going to let you go.

・He is the most fearsome creature until you show up and he turns into a pile of mush.

・Your lover calls you: 'little temptation,' 'darling,' 'pet,' 'hellfire,' 'my salvation,' 'bright one,' 'my favourite plaything.'

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Taught to love one being with complete and utter devotion...

・But your Angel would fall from 'God's Grace,' just to be by your side.

・Luckily, no one has found out about your relationship. He is your guardian angel...just one that you can see, hear, feel and touch whenever you desire.

・The way your Angel loves you is holy. It is divine. Sacred even.

・Believing you to somehow be a deity yourself, he only touches you with softness, with his fingers carefully ghosting over your skin. Aching for you.

・Angel has massive, white feathered wings that protrude from his back. Up close, you can see traces of gold among the feathers, making him glow ethereally.

・His large wings shield you from the world. As if he can create a sanctuary meant only for you.

・As a magical being, his kisses feel like pure sunlight...and joy...and the first day of spring.

・Yet if you are harmed, harrassed or bullied in one way or another, his golden eyes burn with fury.

・Violence is not who you know your boyfriend to be, but for you, he would destroy the world.

・His nicknames for you are: 'my light,' 'heavenly,' 'my everything,' 'pet,' (as in 'Petal'), 'seraph,' 'little star,' 'little goddess/god.'

𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Your siren boyfriend is not just a creature of the deep; he is a thing of temptation, mystery, and obsession.

・He does not love lightly. He does not love softly. He loves like the tide, and you are the shore...forever changed by his touch.

・When he sings just for you, it’s not to lure, not to enchant. It’s to mark you as his, to let the ocean itself know who belongs to him.

・"You are mine," he whispers, voice soft but unshakable. "I have sung your name into the tides. The sea knows you now."

・His obsession is not cruel, not suffocating. It is devotion, unrelenting and infinite.

・When he holds you, it feels like being claimed, as if he is anchoring himself to you.

・His hands are cool from the sea, but his kisses are warm, deep, slow.

・Sirens are creatures of sound, of melody, of stories carried on the waves. ・His song is not just for you—it is about you. The ocean hums it, the seagulls echo it, the wind carries it across the water. ・And if you listen closely, you can hear it when the tide rolls in. The melody of his love, whispered in the waves. "Even if you cannot hear it," he says, "the sea will always know your name."

・If you ever enter the sea, it feels different now. As if it knows you, as if it welcomes you. ・You can swim longer, breathe easier, because his magic has seeped into your skin, tying you to him in a way that cannot be undone.

・If you accept him completely, if you give yourself to him fully, you will never fear the ocean again.

・Your siren calls you: 'songbird,' 'little minnow,' 'my melody,' 'precious pearl,' 'you are my tide, i will follow you anywhere.'

𝑬𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He is a being that has endured centuries, seen empires rise and fall, even watched the stars shift in the sky.

・And yet, in all those years...he has never loved like this.

・In love, he is not rushed, not impulsive, not reckless.

・His love is patient, cautious, all-encompassing.

・It is a slow-burning fire, a heat that never dies.

・When an elf chooses a mate; it is eternal. A love that is woven into the heavens; into the very essence of the worlds.

・Elves are creatures of grace, of quiet strength, of whispered words that carry the weight of centuries.

・Your lovers touch is featherlight. As if he's afraid you will vanish beaneath his fingertips...as if you aren't real.

・He loves brushing his long fingers against your cheek, his knuckles grazing your lips, memorizing every single detail.

"I have seen a thousand sunrises," he whispers, "but none have been as beautiful as you."

・He loves gifting you with beautiful earthly things; flowers woven into a delicate crown, a bracelet of intertwined leaves, wooden carvings of all your favourite animals.

・When he is away, he writes you letters in Elvish, sealed with wax, filled with words so poetic they could break your heart. If you do not understand his language, he teaches you, whispering each word against your skin.

・His love is not loud, not demanding.

・He shows it in the gentlest of ways. Of doing things for you; cleaning your clothes, doing your makeup, helping you with your shoes.

・It's also in the way he turns his head to listen whenever you speak, the way he always moves to your side without thought. If you are tired, he carries you effortlessly, as if your weight is nothing to him.

・The trees know your name. The wind whispers it through the leaves...When you sit with him in a quiet grove, he closes his eyes and listens. The earth sings when you are near.

"The forest remembers you," he says, "as I do."

・His voice is always calm, near melodic.

・He does not simply say “I love you.” Instead he says:

"You are the first breath of spring after a thousand winters."

"My heart beats in time with yours."

"If the stars fell from the sky, I would carve new constellations for you with my own hands."

・And when he says your name? It sounds like a prayer.

・In Elven culture, hair is sacred. To touch someone’s hair is a sign of trust. But to braid it? It is an act, nay, a sign of deep devotion.

・When he braids your hair, he is not just arranging strands. He is weaving his love into each movement. He is binding you to him in the silent language of his people.

・If you braid his hair, he will close his eyes, exhaling slowly, surrendering himself to you completely.

"This is a bond," he whispers. "One that cannot be broken."

・Your nicknames are: 'starlight,' 'little fawn,' 'elenya" (Elvish for ‘My Star’), 'beloved one,' 'birdie,' 'I would wait centuries for you,' 'sweetheart.'