#No wait princess Penny's the queen

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Melt the ice | Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!Mitchell!reader (Penny and Mav's daughter. use of y/n and she has a nickname: Ice Queen)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: flirting, teasing, allusions to smut but nothing happens, use of pet names (pretty girl, princess), just Nat proving that she knows how to flirt better than anyone, and... implied rank kink

A/N: Listen I just... I just saw this gif and went feral, okay? that's it. enjoy this!

People called her Ice Queen. 

For Nat, she was just Penny's older daughter. 

Who also happened to be her boss's daughter. Mav, contrary to popular belief, wasn't a giant ogre who pushed every single possible suitor away from her. He knew that his daughter was capable of defending herself. She didn't need him to rescue her. 

Not that she needed to be rescued. 

Y/n worked as a waitress at the Hard Deck, and she was good at it. Always with a smile, she worked the night away, walking around the bar like it was her world and the rest of the mortals in there were just living in it. She had a routine: she worked her shift, and once it was over, she always sat on the same table, nursing a cold beer, while checking her phone and answering texts here and there. 

Having a routine meant that everyone and their mother knew where to find her. Nat had seen lots of aviators trying to flirt with her, and also watched them walk away after a crash and burn. She didn't seem to be interested in aviators. 

Or men, in general. 

But that was only Natasha's theory. 

There were only two aviators that hadn't tried their luck yet. 

Hangman and Phoenix. 

Hangman was a bit scared of the consequences if he ended up having a thing with Mav's daughter. He didn't want to be the object of Mav's wrath. 

Phoenix didn't know if y/n was into girls, and she didn't want to put her in an uncomfortable position. But the more she watched her, the more she knew that she needed to try her luck. At least once, before she regretted it. 

And tonight was the night. 

"Y/n," Hangman says while sitting next to you, his voice making you lift your eyes from your phone. "You look beautiful tonight."

"I'm wearing a white shirt and jeans, I've been working all afternoon, I'm sweaty as fuck, and I reek of alcohol from that drink I spilled earlier." You rant, dropping the phone on the table. "How does any of that make me look beautiful?" 

"It's your natural beauty, sweetheart," Jake smirks, winking at you. 

You lean over the table, getting close to him. Jake's eyes widen a bit in surprise, as if the abrupt proximity wasn't something he was expecting. "Hangman, hell will freeze before I get involved with someone like you." 

Jake sighs, scratching his eyebrow, and presses his lips into a thin line. "Message received loud and clear. Sorry to disturb you." 

You chuckle to yourself, watching him walk away with his pride hurt, and his head low. 

"Nothing?" Bob questions the pilot when he gets to the "Dagger table," as they call it. 

"Crash and burn, buddies. That girl is an Ice Queen." 

Natasha watches you, wondering how a nice girl like you doesn't get involved with any of these pilots. Well, he understands how you turned down guys like Jake. But you turned down Bob. Bob. The nicest guy to ever walk this earth. Maybe you're not into guys after all. But he has heard Mav and Penny talk about your ex and how much of a dick he was... Things aren't adding up. 

But one thing is clear. Natasha Trace is not going to leave the Hard Deck tonight before trying her luck with you. She’s been waiting and waiting for you to show a sign that maybe you’re into girls, too. But she can’t wait anymore. Not even a second. And if you don’t give her the answer she’s looking for, she’s going to have to find out herself.

Grabbing Mickey’s tequila shot, Natasha chugs it down in a second and gets up from her tool. 

"Woah, what was that for?" Mickey laughs, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Liquid courage." 

Bob frowns, and then he understands what she's meaning. "Oh my god, finally! Go get her." 

Nat grabs her beer, eyeing you up and down before looking at the other Daggers. "Be right back, guys. I'm gonna melt the ice." 

Jake and Rooster look at each other while Nat approaches the young Mitchell. "Fifty bucks says she doesn't get her." 

Rooster smirks, and nods. "She will get her. Just wait." 

"Do you know something we don't, Rooster?" Payback inquires, sitting on the stool that was previously occupied by Nat. 

"Natasha is smooth, guys. She's gonna make her swoon." 

"Hey, y/n," Nat says while sitting down. You look at her, smiling. 

"Hi, Nat. What brings you to my lonely and cold table?" You joke, sliding your phone into your pants. 

"Cold?"

You chuckle, sighing. "I hear what you all call me. Ice Queen." 

Nat shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “That’s what happens to a girl when she has a bit of criteria.” 

“Do you think I’m an Ice Queen, Natasha?” You ask her, twisting the beer in your hands. 

“Nah. You’re just surrounded by idiots,” she says before changing the topic. “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me this weekend? I’m tired of always hanging out with the guys.” 

You grin, delighted by the idea of going out with her. She’s really fun, and you haven’t had the occasion to meet her. “Yeah, sure! I don’t hang out with many girls around here either.” 

“Yeah, there’s not a lot. And most of them are either married or have kids, so they don’t have that much free time.” She stops talking when she watches you yawn, covering your mouth. “I’m sorry, am I boring you?” 

You shake your hand quickly, feeling bad. “No! No, of course not. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired, that’s all.” 

“Oh, right,” Nat smirks, leaning back on her chair and uncrossing her legs, making herself bigger. “It must be tiring to be as pretty as you are.” 

And right then and there, the Ice Queen herself melts down like a popsicle in mid July. “Oh dear, I’m not that pretty.” 

“Believe me. You’re breathtaking.” 

You press a hand to your cheek, afraid that she might notice how warm they feel. “Woah, Nat. Did you have too much to drink?” 

She shakes her head, licking her lips slowly, her eyes never darting from your own. “No, I just like to see you all shy and cute.”

Suddenly, you feel hot. Too hot. And not only that, but the way she’s looking at you makes you feel like you're the hottest person on this planet, rivaling one of those Victoria Secret angels. And maybe that’s why you decide to follow her little game. “You got me all shy and cute; what are you going to do about it?” 

She leans over the table, her fingertips brushing with yours, softly, tantalizingly, sending shivers straight down to your core. “I have a few ideas... but none of them I can put into practice here.” 

You swallow, feeling your breathing accelerate every time her fingertips touch your skin. It burns in the most delicious of ways, and you find yourself thinking how those strong hands might feel in other places. 

You mimic her movements, leaning over the table and being so close to her that you don’t need to raise your voice above a whisper for her to hear you. “W-why not?” 

The space between you two is so small that when she speaks, her nose touches yours. “I don’t think Penny would let me enter her bar again if she saw me finger-fucking her precious little girl.” 

The wanton moan you let out goes unnoticed by everyone thanks to the loud music and the talking of the other customers. “N-nat…” 

“Want me to get you out of here, pretty girl?” She offers, wanting your full consent before she takes you to her home. 

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You nod quickly, and Nat has to stop for a second before speaking again. 

“Call me that again, and I’ll give you anything you want.” She mumbles, getting a few dollars from her pocket and leaving them on the table. 

“I only want you, Lieutenant. I’ve been waiting for you all this time.” You confess, and you find in the way Nat smiles at you the promise of a night to remember. 

“Oh, princess… The things I’m gonna do with you.” She grabs your hand, leading you out of the bar, ignoring the loud cheers of her friends, Hangman's annoyed expression while he pays Rooster, and how Maverick and Penny look at you, winking. 

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Telling Them

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin, dr andrews

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, language, car crash mentioned, hospitals, mentions of surgey, mentions of family medical history (addiction to pain meds), talks of recovery methods, description of injuries, i believe that is it

word count: ~2.3k

a/n: 2/3 (this is a three part story -- however i might expand on it if you guys want)

loose summary: after nearly losing grayson, things are really put in perspective for jake and he realizes that the daggers are family too.

pt 1  pt 3

*******

“I think I wanna tell the squad.”

“What?” Y/N asked, except she heard him perfectly well.

Jake had just always wanted to keep his family private, it was how he protected them. Despite her wanting to get to know his coworkers, she respected her husband and understood where he was coming from. So his sudden confession confused her.

Jake sighed and held his wife’s hands. “I know, I know. I’ve always wanted to keep you and the kids private. But we could’ve lost Grayson today… We were having an emergency and you couldn’t get a hold of me or Javy. Then you apologized for coming to base to get me, you shouldn’t have to do that. Javy kinda knocked some sense into me earlier, said that the squad was worried when I left. A hoard of text on my phone confirmed that.” He took a deep breath.

“I want you and the kids to be able to lean on anyone on that team. I’ve trusted this team more than any other squadron I’ve been on.” “That’s saying something.” Jake chuckled, “Damn straight it is.”

He sighed, “I realized that if we had lost-” Emotion lumped in his throat. “If this had turned out any other way, they would have no idea that anything was wrong or why I wasn’t at work or why I was a bigger asshole than normal. I couldn’t mourn properly, because they would have no idea. And if I were to burn in…” He trailed off, but she knew what he was saying.

“So, I want you to meet them. I want them to get to know the kids. I want them to come to Grayson and Kennedy’s games. I want to expand the family, bring in a few strays.”

Y/N laughed, “Don’t let the princess hear you say that, she’ll think we’re getting a puppy.” Jake chuckled and kissed her knuckles, leaning his forehead on hers. “What do you say, my Queen?”

She nodded against him, “Let’s do it. But can it wait until we have Grayson at home? I’d hate for their first meeting to be in the hospital.” Jake nodded and kissed her forehead, “Of course, baby. Gives me time to drop subtle hints.”

Y/N pulled back, raising a brow, “You? Jacob Thomas Seresin, subtle? When are you ever subtle?” He rolled his eyes, “Hush.” Jake pecked her lips, “I’ll go get the doctor.” “Okay, I’ll give Javy and Mav a call, let them know he’s awake.”

Jake walked down the hall and Y/N took out her phone, calling Javy, not realizing what time it was.

“Hello?” “Javy- oh shit, did I wake you up?” “Yeah, but it’s fine. How’s Grayson?” She nodded, smiling, “He’s awake. He’s aware and is probably ready to get out of here.” “How’s Kennedy?” “She’s just glad to see that her brother’s awake,” she peaked in the window, seeing her daughter tucked under her son’s arm as she told him a story.

“How are you?” She sighed, “I’m better. Way better than before now that I know he’s okay. I’m just worried what this will mean for him. He’s already tried out and made the football team here, he probably won’t get to play this season, but it’s only his junior year so hopefully he’ll get to play his senior year.” “Hopefully he recovers like his mom,” Javy joked. She scoff laughed, “Yeah, fingers crossed.”

Javy sighed, “How’s Jake?” She bit her lip and looked down the hall in the direction her husband went. “Same as me, better now that he knows Grayson’s okay. But,” she took in a breath. “He wants to introduce the squad.”

Javy smiled on the other end, “When? Where? What time?” Y/N chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm. “Probably not until Grayson’s out of the hospital and is settled back at home with a routine. I’d hate for the first meeting to be in a hospital. Him being hurt isn’t ideal… but it helped put things into perspective for Jake. He’s so protective of his private life, has been since high school. We both know that.” Javy nodded.

“Hey, did Mav come by?” Coyote changed the subject. “Yeah, gave Jake the next few days off. He said he was gonna give subtle hints, but we know him.” Javy laughed, “Yes, yes we do.”

Y/N heard footsteps and looked to see Jake walking with the doctor. “I’ll let you go back to sleep, J.” “I’ll come by tomorrow after training,” he said, leaving no room for argument. “Okay, goodnight Javy.” “Goodnight, Y/N.” She hung up and sent Maverick a text.

Once the doctor and Jake got to her, they went into the room.

“Good to see you awake, Grayson. I’m Doctor Andrews. How are you feeling? Any pain?” Jake and Y/N went to the left side of the bed, Y/N’s hand lightly gripping her son’s.

“My ribs hurt a little, legs are definitely hurting,” Grayson told him, shifting a little.

Y/N moved over to the right side of the bed, “Kenni, come here sister.” She held her hands out as her daughter leaned into her brother. “Wanna stay with Gray…” Y/N sighed, “I know you do, Princess. But the doctor needs to make sure bubba’s okay. He can’t work around you, honey.”

Kennedy narrowed her (e/c) eyes at the doctor before looking back at her mom, “Is he nice?” Y/N smiled and nodded, “Yes, Kennedy, he’s nice.” The five year old sighed, “Okay.” She kissed her brother's cheek before holding her arms out for her mother. Y/N gathered her up and went back to Jake’s side, the little girl instantly wanting to go to her father.

They spent the rest of that time going over the treatment options and timelines.

“Okay, so we’re probably going to have to keep you here for about five days. Just to make sure everything’s okay. Do we have a preference for pain medication? Currently we’ve got you hooked up to morphine.” Grayson glanced at Y/N, not sure what to say. “We try to stay away from opioids as best we can. If it’s unavoidable then we understand.”

Doctor Andrews nodded, “Has anyone in the family had trouble with addictions in the past?” “No, not that we are aware of,” Jake answered. He nodded again, “Okay, so we’ll definitely look into our options and run them by you. Do you have any questions while I’m here?”

Y/N looked at her son, who shifted a little in the bed.

“Um… Sports? Will I ever get to play again? Or am I done?” Andrews sighed, “Well, everything will depend on the recovery. I’m afraid this football season, possibly basketball season, will have to miss you. But hopefully we can have you back by baseball season.”

“How long is the recovery?” “Four to six months for the femur, sometimes the ACL can take as long as nine, but everyone is different.” Grayson nodded. “Thank you, Doc.” He gave the Seresins a smile, “Of course, get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Grayson rubbed his face, groaning a little. “What is it?” Y/N asked. “It’s just – four to six months? Gosh, that sounds like forever.” “It’ll be over before you know it, kid. You just gotta work during the recovery,” Jake said, nodding down to Grayson’s legs that were in braces.

Moving curls out of his face, Y/N spoke, “Gray, we will be with you every step of the way. It’ll be hard, but you can do it.”

She gestured to her own leg, “I tore my ACL my sophomore year of high school, I get it. You’ll want to jump right back in once you’re healed, but you can’t. You have to be careful until you’re properly healed, because if you aren’t you might cause more damage. If your body tells you to rest, listen to it.” Grayson nodded, yawning a little, “Yes ma’am.” Smiling at her son, she kissed his forehead, “Get some rest. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

Jake smiled and ruffled his hair, adjusting Kennedy so she could kiss her brother’s cheek. “Night bubba.” “Night sister.”

********

Two days later, Jake was back on base and, since Grayson was only 16, Y/N stayed at the hospital with him. Kennedy stayed at Penny’s getting pampered by Amelia.

As expected, everyone asked Jake if everything was okay. He just nodded and went on as usual. Of course he was still worried, but he was a dad; it’s expected. But people took Jake at his word.

And Jake, in his best attempts to be subtle, had moved his wedding band from his truck to his dog tags and wore his watch lower on his left wrist, to show the initials tattooed there. He also didn’t try to hide his phone as much, knowing his friends were a little nosy.

“Hangman, is that your niece? She’s adorable, what’s her name?” Fanboy asked as he sat beside Jake at lunch. Jake just smiled, “Her name is Kennedy. We call her Ken or Kenni.”

“Wait, let us see!” Phoenix said, gesturing for him to turn the phone around. He proudly did so, showing everyone at the table his daughter. “How old is she?” Rooster asked as he washed down his food. “She’s five, she was about 3 in that photo though. Just popped up in my memories on Facebook.”

They were too busy fawning over how cute Kennedy was that they didn’t catch the dodged ‘niece’ question.

Now, the Dagger squad was not stupid and they were trained to notice things. But does that mean they caught everything? Absolutely not.

But, Bob, being ever the wallflower, noticed the tattoo the next day when Jake took off his watch to shower.

“Who’s ‘(f/i) S’?” Jake smiled and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the two letters. “Sorry, that-” “No, Bob, it’s okay. If I didn’t want you to see it, you wouldn’t have seen it.” The WSO relaxed, “I take it they mean a lot to you?” Jake decided to keep it vague, just for suspense, “They mean the world to me.” Bob smiled and clapped Jake on the shoulder before leaving the room.

*****

Four days into Grayson’s stay at the hospital and two days since Jake has been back at work, the squad went to the Hard Deck. But Jake wasn’t really there, his mind was on Y/N, Grayson, and Kennedy.

“Hey, Hangman, you okay?” Penny asked as she came over with his beer. “Yeah, yeah.” She arched a challenging brow and he caved. “Okay, maybe I’m still just a little shaken up. But Grayson’s okay, he’s coming home tomorrow. I just- Gah I don’t know…” Penny sympathetically smiled at him.

He changed the subject, “How’s Kennedy doing? She handlin’ it okay?” Penny nodded, “Yeah, Amelia is doing a good job at keeping her distracted. Tea parties, make-overs, the whole nine.” Jake smiled, “Yeah, Y/N��s shown me the photos.” “She keeps asking for Grayson though, she wants to visit him all the time. But if it’s past visiting hours they’ll face time.” He nodded, swallowing a little bit, “Yeah, that girl loves her brother. It’s-”

“Hangman! You ready to get your ass kicked?” Jake turned, “In your dreams, Fitch! Give me a minute!” He turned back to Penny, pulling his wallet out, “Close my tab, please. I’m heading out after this.”

Penny nodded and took the cash, gesturing to the squad “When are you gonna tell them?” He glanced back over his shoulder at the group before turning back, “Tonight, actually. Grayson comes home after an exam tomorrow afternoon. We plan on doing a cookout.” Penny smiled, “Good luck.” “Thanks,” he smiled and pushed off the bar, sauntering over to the squad.

He grabbed the pool cue offered and broke the triangle. “Hey, I’m heading out after this-” “What? You never leave first.” He just shrugged and lined up his shot, potting a solid. “As I was saying, I’m leaving after this. I was wondering if you guys were free this Saturday.” Cyclone, Warlock, and Mav knew Jake’s plan and gave everyone Saturday off.

The squad shared a look and nodded, saying they were free. “Yeah, why?” Jake smirked, eyes staying on the pool table, “My wife and I were planning to have a cookout, so I’m inviting you guys.” “Wife? You’re married?!” Rooster asked, choking on his drink. Jake nodded, “I believe I said wife. Didn’t I Coyote?” Coyote smirked as well, “Yeah, you did.”

Before anyone could ask ridiculous questions, Bob spoke up first, “How long have you been married?” “15 years in September,” Jake smiled, eyeing the gold band that was now on his finger. He’d put it on a few minutes ago while he waited for Penny to get his drink. “15? How have you kept it a secret for so long?” Fanboy asked. Jake shrugged, “When something’s mine I hate to share it.”

“Do you have kids?” Rooster asked. Jake nodded, “Yeah, two. A son, Grayson, and a daughter, Kennedy.” Their jaws dropped. “I thought she was your niece,” Payback asked. Jake shook his head, leaning down to take his shot, “Nope, never said that.”

Jake took a few more shots before sitting on a barstool while Payback took his. “So, are you guys in or what? I need to know how much food to get.” They all nodded. “I can’t believe you let me drown in testosterone when you had a little girl and a wife. I don’t think I could ever forgive you,” Phoenix said, crossing her arms while narrowing her eyes. “I’ll learn to live with that.”

Bob spoke up again, a little more hesitant this time. “What happened last Saturday?” Jake sighed and stood up, “Grayson was in a car accident.” 

When everyone jumped to ask questions,  he held his hands up. 

“He’s okay. But he’s been in the hospital the past few days for observation, but he’s coming home tomorrow. The cookout is really for you guys to come meet them and get to know them a little bit. Y/N didn’t want y’all to meet in the hospital.”

The group nodded, “We’re in.”

**********

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the squad knows now! how do you think the cookout is going to go? what might happened when the squad learns grayson is a 16 year-old? 

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Finds For 2018.

XXYYXX B-Sides

Odd Nosdam Trish

Goth-Trad “Air Breaker”

William S. Burroughs “Summer Will”

Girl Pusher “Better Off Alone” (live)

Liars “Staring At Zero”

Prayers “Edge Of The Blade”

Gary War “Don’t Go Out Tonight”

Pond “Colder Than Ice”

Contrepoison “Heartbeat”

Bad Zu “Motherfuckers”

Silent Servant “The Strange Attractor”

Peaches “Convincing People”

Deerhoof “Singalong Junk”

Ron Morelli “Radar Version”

Zola Jesus “Siphon”

Goth-Trad “Disorder”

Bad Zu “Queen”

Believer/Law “Foxhole Prayers”

Tame Impala Currents B-sides

Lust For Youth “Display”

Grizzly Bear “Mourning Sound”

Adult. “Dance Avoid”

Molly Nilsson “I Hope You Die”

Blvck Ceiling “Hello, Miracala”

Silent Servant “Self-Hypnosis”

Princess Century “Crummy Bones”

Uniform “The Lost”

Pharmakon “Transmission”

Grimes “Genesis” (Blvck Ceiling RMX)

Russell Haswell “Hardwax Flashback” (Powell RMX)

Ninos Du Brasil “A Magia Do Rei II”

Cults “I Took your Picture With My Eyes Closed”

Machine Girl “Freewill (Phase β)”

Silent Servant “Disassociation”

KVB, The “White Walls”

Moon Diagrams “Magic Killer”

Men, The “( )”

Sunn O))) “It Took The Night To Believe”

Ninos Du Brasil “Vagalumes Pirilampos”

Rezzett “Zootie”

Horrorist, The “Programmed” (Silent Servant RMX)

Silent Servant “Cut Unconscious”

Drvg Cvltvre “Waging A War Against God”

Believer/Law “Ashes”

Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement “Watery Grave”

Boy Harsher “Pain”

Brainbombs “Drive Around”

I Hate Models “Cyanure Dance”

Vatican Shadow “Weapons Inspection”

Stars Are Insane “I Stayed Up All Night Thinking Of You” (demo)

Kajun SS “Know Your Place”

James Clarke “Silent Summer”

Leon Gardner “Who Are You”

Frumpies, The “I Just Wanna’ Puke On The Stereo”

Raveonettes, The “I Wanna’ Be Adored”

Black Dice “Cowboy Soundcheck”

War On Women “Lone Wolves”

Sun Ra Nuits De La Fondation Maeght Vol. 1

Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass “Spanish Flea”

Buddy Rich The Bus Tapes

Ghost Spell self-titled

Digital Leather “Ruining Everything”

Black Boot 2013 demo

Plugz, The “Touch For Cash”

Deformity Shards

Ajax 2015 demo

Vinnie Paz “Cheesesteaks”

Robert Viger “Limpidite”

Stiv Bators “It’s Cold Outside”

Frigs “Solid State”

MF Doom & RZA “Books Of War”

Les Savvy Fav “Hold On To Your Genre”

Ros Sereysothea “Kon Komsot”

Blueblack “Branches Broke”

Pat Metheny “San Lorenzo”

Can “Vitamin C”

Versus The Stars Are Insane

Jedi Mind Tricks “Design In Malice”

Wolf Alice “Sad Boy”

World / Inferno Friendship Society The True Story Of The Bridgewater Astral League

Rezzett “Gremlinz”

Boy Harsher “Modulations”

Nick Cave “I’m Your Man”

Boards Of Canada “Orange Romeda”

Cabaret Voltaire Extended Play e.p.

Letlive “Day 54”

Kedr Livanskiy Ariadna

Jan Jelinek “Them, Their”

Thomas Leer “Saving Grace”

Killing Joke “Penny Drops”

Nails Abandon All Hope

Public Image Ltd. “Poptones”

Chris Norwood “The Norwood’s Prayer”

Puccio Roelens “A Silness Song”

Aby Ngana Diop Liital

Curses “Pedal To The Metal And Don’t Look Back”

Keiji Haino “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean” (acoustic)

Azymuth “Jazz Carnival”

Joanna Brouk “The Space Between”

Thomas Leer “All About You”

Viet Cong / Preoccupations “Disarray”

Lower Dens “Ondine”

Black Marble “A Great Design”

Hot Flash Heat Wave “Glo Ride”

Still Corners “The Photograph”

Odd Couple “What Kings Do”

Oldbills “Tablecloth”

System, The (UK) “Find It In Your Eyes”

Holydrug Couple, The “I’ll Only Say This”

Negative Gemini “Bad Baby”

Refreshers “How Bout U?”

Sam Smith “I’m Not The Only One”

Secret Circle “Tube Socks”

6lack “Prblms”

Spizzenergi “Soldier Soldier”

Basic Nature “Love Won’t Always Be There”

Camp Cope “Anna”

Dilly Dally “I Feel Free”

Eyedress f. Pyramid Vritra “1990”

Oldbills “Salsa Verde”

LaMont Jackson Aces

Uniform & The Body “In My Skin”

Water From Your Eyes “We’re Set Up”

Beat Detectives “Call It What You Want (Segment One)”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Self-Immolation Family”

Lanark Artefax “Glasz”

No Age “You’re A Target”

Ice Age “Under The Sun”

Daughters “Satan In The Wait”

Nothing “Blue Line Baby”

Sean Price “STFU Pt. 2”

Tislatin Onzar 3=2+1

clipping. “Ends” (Xanopticon RMX)

Nothing “Zero Day”

Prison Religion “007”

Big Boss, The motion picture soundtrack “The Killing Fight”

Oldbills “Black Ice”

Cults “Gilded Lily”

Eyedress “High Street Drive”

Tanya Tagaq f. Shad “Centre”

Fall, The “Australians In Europe”

Pond “Sweep Me Off My Feet”

Uniform “The Walk”

BreakBeatBuddha “New Delhi Dank”

Ta-Ra “L’il Bit”

Xiu Xiu & Mitski “Between The Breaths”

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever “Time In Common”

Sweet Valley “Sentimental Trash”

Wati Heru X Kashaka “BKWYA”

All These Fingers “Puerta Vallarta”

Body Without Organs “Osiris Rises”

Cults “Talk In Circles”

Miss Red “One Shot Killer”

Underworld & Iggy Pop “Bells And Circles”

Alt-J “Story 4 Sleeplessly Embracing” (clipping. RMX)

Moor Mother “Washington Park”

Erick Arc Elliott “Breaking”

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever “An Air Conditioned Man”

Cansei De Ser Sexy “Girlfriend”

Choir Boy “Blood Moon”

Flastbush Zombies “The Results Are In”

Miss Red “Come Again”

Cold Cave New Moral Leadership

Prison Religion “Glass”

Diseno Corbusier “Ritmo 21”

Happy Meals / Free Love “Pushing Too Hard”

Jessica Rylan “Wishing Well”

Erick Arc Elliott “Fifteen Minutes”

Palm “Dog Milk”

Body, The “Sickly Heart Of Sand”

Oldbills “Weekendluv”

Ariana Grande “Into You”

Imagine Dragons “Thunder”

Moor Mother “Creation Myth”

Cellars “Real Good Day”

Addison Groove “Footcrab” (DJ Rashad & DJ Spinn RMX)

Charles Manson Lie

Water From Your Eyes “That’s The Girl”

Anti-Nowhere League “Snowman”

Bug, The f. Liz Harris “Black Wasp”

Eyedress f. Prefuse73 “Living Room”

Miss Red “Dagga”

Malcomb McLaren “Zulu’s On A Time Bomb”

Idles “Danny Nedelko”

Aube “Parametalizest Pt. II”

Menace Beach “Black Rainbow Sound”

Chvrches “Never Say Die”

Nine Inch Nails “The Background World”

Oh No “Banger”

Oneida “Whitey Fortress”

Ariana Grande “Moonlight”

Happy Meals / Free Love “July”

Curren$y f. The Game & Prodigy “The Type”

Casisdead “Leon Best”

Diseno Corbusier “Meta Metalic”

Malcomb McLaren “Soweto”

Nine Inch Nails Bad Witch

Jessica Rylan “Way Home”

Max G. Morton The Devil’s Music

Beat Detectives“(Undiscernable) Repetition Heavy Traffic: New NYC Vibe 2”

Origami Girl “After All These Years”

Killing Joke “Follow The Leaders”

Philippe Hallais “Hero / Fall / Angela”

wosX “Armageddon”

Ramadanman “Blimey”

Caroline K “Chearth”

Eomac “Don’t Fear Your Own Heart”

Rapid Tan “Dumbo”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Indoor Wind Chimes”

Errors “Early Nights”

JK Flesh “External Transmission Stage”

Beths, The “Great No One”

Impalers “High Wired”

Glowing Palms “I Don’t Wanna Come Daaan”

Mean Girls “Summer Bodies”

Vatican Shadow “Tonight Saddam Walks Amidst Ruins”

Pasteur Lappe “Mbale (Face To Face With The Truth)”

Ash Pool “Cremation Is Irreversible”

Reptaliens “If You Want”

Rixe “Infatigables”

Teyas “Jamauba”

Serge Gainsbourg “Je T’aime Moi Non Plus”

Vatican Shadow “Jet Fumes Above The Reflecting Pool”

Powerflo “Less Than A Human”

Death In June “Little Black Angel”

Pop Group, The “(Amnesty Report II)

Erica Eso “Vaccination Free”

Fire Engines “(We Don’t Need This) Fascist Groove Thang” (Peel Session)

Heem Stogied X EyeDee X Tha God Fahim ”Drive By”

Young Fathers “Lord”

Kegcharge “Medal Of Honor”

Boy Harsher “Motion”

Badlands “Heavy Sighs”

La Secte Du Futur “Hundred Songs Of Love”

Jitwam “I Ain’t Scared Of No Devil”

Russell Haswell “Special Long Version” (demo)

Frankie Cosmos “Outside With The Cuties”

Illuminati Hotties “Pressed 2 Death”

Iceage “Catch It”

clipping. “Something They Don’t Know” (Bad Zu RMX)

Poison Idea “Right”

Sky Ferreira “Voices Carry” (demo)

Gnarcissists “We All Just Wanna’

Morbid Angel “Maze Of Torment” (RMX)

Subhumans “Mickey Mouse Is Dead” (live)

Plexi “Roller Rock Cam”

Joan Jett “Shout”

Jesu & Nothing & Prurient “Silver” (rehearsal)

Purling Hiss “My Dreams”

Brian Eno & Kevin Shields “Only Once Away My Son”

Bikini Cops “Midnight”

Council Estate Electronics “Type LK-60YA”

War On Drugs, The “Up All Night”

Council Estate Electronics “Urals”

Fellony “Whisper Song”

Death In June “13 Years Of Carrion”

Council Estate Electronics “60 Megawatts”

Holy Wave “Spooky Fuckin’ Blues”

Paris “The Days Of Old”

Intelligent Hoodlum / Tragedi Khadafi “Grand Groove”

Blackbyrds, The “Mysterious Vibes”

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

What Will This Month Be Like For You?

Pick a pile, any one!

From left (1, 3, 5) to right ( 2, 4, 6 )

What frequency are you tapping into? What's your focus this summer and how can you emit the best energy at this time?

Lets go!

Pile 1 : Letting Go, The Divine Carries You Home.

What you guys should remember is that the world is yours if you make it. You have gifts that draw people in to your every move, yet you hide your power and your shine falls away.

If you must know, the divine carries a mission for all of us in present time. With the knowledge you guys currently seek, you also carry within. You are a code to the matrix, an everlasting one at that.

This summer, your focus in your life's mission which falls into healing, serenity, and divine compassion. You're focus should be the clear the head of all of its impurities, and focus on more

Keywords: Angels, The voice, singing, dancing in nature, solitude, being alone. 333. 21. 36. 818. 222. 777. 919. 33.

Pile 2 : Me, Myself & I

You want it all, the relationship, the car, the house, the confidence. Everything. But you gotta wait on it just a bit longer. Right now, the time to focus on self is better, so that you can know whats in store for you so you can prepared.

You may be tired of being alone, depressed even. But what if I told you going out on a whim by yourself could be the best thing you could of did? Open up to a new world by just embracing the universes secrets and going out and seeing things from a new perspective. You are the it girl, I need you to be a star at this hour.

It may be time to cut off some stress by getting rid of people who no longer serve you. Your angels are with you, ask them to guide you into working on removing energies that aren't for you anymore.

You could be taken more pictures of yourself at this time, work on voicing your opinion and also embrace your personality as your energy is high and you are very beautiful.

Key words: Bunnies, Hats, Modeling, Modeling contracts, It Girl, Instagram Follows, Being a Light, Popular, Heaven, Most popular, Being who you are, Chocolate, Angel numbers like 711, 323, 222, 111, 808, 3, 88, 10, 11.

Pile 3: Hold Onto Me, I see into the future.

"I am an ocean of love, my essence is not attainable to just anyone. My body is my home, and I will not let anyone devour me whole. I am the universe in one soul."

You guys have to see beyond what people are showing you. You are not the one to play with, so dont let it be. Someone or something is bothering you from the surface, if you dont figure it out before it starts to pull its strings, it may start to eat away at you like.a parasite. And you my love, are not the host.

Juat like your friends in pile 2, you guys are going to have to pick your friends wisely. Focusing on what you want is easier said than done, but if no one is able to meet your standards, then baby they aint the one.

Gotta be who your mother brought you out to be. THAT girl.

Y'all need to move like you're the princess that you are, period.

Keywords: Angelic realms, pearls, diamonds, 333, going to places that make you feel good, movies, love/romance, energy shifts, ice cream sandwiches, cherries, sea salt.

Pile 4: Give It All To Me

Y'all have a desire to hold on to your wallets, but whats holding on to you? Money flows intentionally, not to just anyone.

You gotta make a way for the money train to come in and give you waht you need, or else you will bottom feed on pennies and crumbs and thats not the essence of a Queen. You got it?

Focus on your drive and what makes you feel something.

If money is the answer, than you gotta be an entrepreneur. You make the money, dont let it make you.

Be patient with your circumstances cause I know it aint easy, but being yourself is the creative ability you been needing to embrace for a while. You might not know what that means yet, try taking a risk and see where it goes. You never know ;)

Keywords: Mirrors, makeup, altars, roses, peaches, skin-deep, burlesque, making moves from a higher order, strippers, energy healers, restaurant, diy, 222, 777, 999.

[fanficapologist]

Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Forty-Two

The weeks of Aemond's absence seemed to fly by, and the wedding day drew nearer with each passing day. Maera found herself in the constant company of dowager Queen Alicent and Queen Helaena, their days filled with wedding plans and discussions. In the midst of the bustling preparations, final fittings were taken for Maera's wedding dress. She couldn't hide her excitement as she saw an almost finished version of the gown, its intricate details impressing her. Additionally, replies from noble houses had poured in, confirming their attendance at the upcoming wedding.

During this time, Maera's trusted maid, Thena, had been hard at work as well. She had carefully selected three individuals deemed suitable to serve as spies for Maera, and she presented them to her mistress in the privacy of her chambers.

The first was a boy, the son of the stablehand, who had regular exposure to the lords and even the King as he tended to their horses. Maera couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at the thought of using a child for espionage, but Thena assured her that it was a common practice in the Keep. The money the boy would earn from his services would greatly assist his family, providing a practical justification for their decision.

The second spy was an older woman who worked diligently in the laundries. Her position granted her access to nearly every room in the Keep as she collected linens, making her an ideal candidate for discreet observation. The third was a squire in the service of Ser Criston, a young man of short stature and dark hair. It then dawned on Maera that she recognized him from the very first day she sparred with Aemond in the courtyard.

“I seem to recall disarming you some time ago,” Maera stated, a slight mischievous smile on her face.

The squire nodded shyly and responded with humility, “Yes, m’Lady, and what a fine skill you have with the sword.”

Maera turned her attention to all three servants, addressing them with purpose, her tone a mix of gratitude and gravity. "I want to thank you all for coming to see me," she said, her voice carrying a note of regret. "I wish these circumstances were different, but our world is not always as it appears." She paused briefly, collecting her thoughts.

"As I step into my role as the new Princess of the realm," Maera continued, "I've come to realize that having a network of spies is integral to ensuring my safety and staying informed." The servants nodded in understanding, their expressions serious.

She then approached her writing desk and picked up three small purses, each containing two groats and eight copper pennies that would serve as their reward.

"You have a choice," she said, her gaze unwavering. "If you believe that this path is not one you wish to tread, take this money and leave today. There will be no consequences for your decision." She waited for a moment, allowing the weight of the decision to settle in.

Maera then shifted her focus to the possibility of their cooperation. "If, however, you decide to swear your loyalty," she continued, "you will receive regular payments for valuable information concerning the King, the Small Council, and the plans that shape the realm." The room held a palpable tension as the servants weighed their choices, each purse representing a decision that could have far-reaching consequences.

The young boy was the first to speak, his voice filled with determination. "I will serve you, m’lady," he declared, followed by the resolute agreement of the laundry maid and the squire. Maera nodded in response, acknowledging their choice with a warm but cautious smile. It was a solemn moment, as they were now bound to serve her and gather information in the shadows, a network of spies to help protect her in the treacherous environment of the Red Keep.

With a sense of purpose, Maera continued, her words carrying the weight of her promise. "In addition to payment," she said, "I will ensure your protection, as well as that of your families." She handing each of them a bag of coins and their faces lit up with smiles, appreciation written across their expressions.

But as the moment of bonding concluded, Maera's demeanor shifted. Her gaze bore into each of them, a warning she felt compelled to deliver. "But I want you to understand," she began, her voice firm and unwavering. "Betrayal will not be taken lightly. If you were to break your oaths to me, it will not be the One-Eyed Prince you need to worry about—it will be me. Am I heard?"

The servants, their expressions now tinged with nervousness, nodded in understanding. They recognized the gravity of their new roles and the consequences of betrayal.

With the warning issued, Maera dismissed the servants, allowing them to leave her chambers. As they departed, Thena offered a gentle observation.

"That may have come across as a bit harsh, my Lady," she mentioned.

Maera turned to Thena, her gaze unwavering, and responded, "I know, but I had to establish myself as authoritative figure and make it clear that I'm not to be trifled with. Or else they will think it is acceptable and that there will be no consequences." The path she had chosen was not an easy one, and she needed to ensure she was in control. As Aemond’s wife, she hoped to navigate the complex web of politics and intrigue that surrounded her new life as a Princess of the Realm.

The network of spies slowly begun to bare fruit, mere gossip but the information could become useful as time went on. The interest Aegon currently had in a particular chamber maid, the brothels each nobleman frequented and discussions that took place in the Small Council chamber regarding minor updates in the war with Princess Rhaenyra.

It turned out that her betrothed was not the only one who had been sent away with a mission; young Prince Daeron had been instructed to patrol the Riverlands on his dragon Tessarion, as Ser Elmo Tully’s factions continued to grow, and there was concern that this would cause the other noble Houses to turn cloak for Rhaenyra’s cause. However, there was no reliable information as of yet regarding the outcome of this, which gave Maera the space to think about her wedding.

Yet despite the excitement of the approaching union with Aemond, Maera found herself somewhat distracted by Queen Helaena’s health, which seemed to worsen each passing day. Her appetite continued to decrease meaning her clothes hung loosely on her form. The Queen’s trances became more frequent and she continued to repeat the same phrase, “The rat catcher drops a silver coin on the floor,” sometimes in a desperate tone.

One night, Maera entered the Queen’s chambers to prepare Helaena for the evening, only to find her friend in a state of distress. Helaena was hunched over a metal bowl, retching, while a maid stood nearby trying to offer comfort, but her efforts were futile as Helaena batted her away. Concerned, Maera rushed to Helaena's side, her expression filled with worry.

She turned to the maid and instructed her urgently, "Fetch a cloth with cold water, quickly."

Helaena, breathing heavily and clearly in discomfort, lifted her head from the bowl as the maid hurried away. Maera knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on the Queen's shoulder. She asked with genuine concern, "My Queen, when did this start?"

With ragged breaths, Helaena replied, "A few hours ago."

As the maid returned with a cold, damp cloth, Maera wasted no time. She pressed the soothing cloth against Helaena's forehead, hoping to alleviate her discomfort. The Queen let out a sigh of relief as the coolness began to ease her feverish state.

Maera, deeply concerned for her friend's well-being, turned her gaze to the chamber maid, who shared her worry. With a furrowed brow, Maera faced Helaena and asked, "Do you believe it's time for a thorough examination by the Maester, sister?"

Helaena's frown deepened, and she vehemently refused, her discomfort evident as she retched once more. Maera, both compassionate and frustrated, held the bowl beneath her friend, stroking Helaena's hair in an attempt to provide comfort.

While Maera peered into the bowl, her heart sank as she noticed streaks of blood within the vomit. Frustration welled up inside her, but she kept her voice calm. She turned to the maid and requested, "Fetch Maester Orwyle, please."

Helaena, in the midst of her suffering, screamed in protest, her refusal punctuated by another bout of vomiting. Maera, standing now, had reached a breaking point. She declared with a tone of authority, "I have had enough of this, Helaena. Your condition is deteriorating, and your denial is only making it worse."

Maera gazed at Helaena, her eyes filled with concern and fear, as she questioned her, "How much longer can you endure this?" She implored Helaena, "What if this is the beginning of consumption or burst belly?"

Helaena, her eyes brimming with tears and frustration, snapped back defiantly, "It is not, Maera."

Maera knelt before her friend, gripping Helaena's hands tightly, and begged, "Please, for your own sake, for the sake of your children, for my peace of mind, allow Maester Orwyle to examine you."

Helaena's gaze fell to the ground, her face a tumultuous mix of anger and worry. After a tense pause and some stubborn silence, she eventually nodded, giving in to Maera's plea, allowing the maid to hurry off to fetch the Maester.

Maester Orwyle stepped into the room, and Maera made sure Helaena was as comfortable as possible in her bed. She handed the Queen a glass of water, placing it within her reach on the bedside table, and gently wiped her brow with the damp cloth. While Helaena rested, Maera picked up the metal bowl, emptied it out of the window, and returned to her friend's side.

The Maester prepared his tools and ointments, but Helaena, with politeness laced with firmness, turned to Maera and said, "You should retire to your quarters."

Confused and concerned, Maera insisted, "I should stay with you, your Grace, to ease your discomfort while the Maester looks after you."

Helaena's tone grew gruff as she replied, "You have done enough." Her words took Maera by surprise. Helaena continued, "I will see you on the morrow. Please, I wish to be left alone with Maester Orwyle."

With a heavy heart, Maera stood up and performed a graceful curtsy of respect to Helaena. She couldn't bear to offend or disobey her Queen any further. Reluctantly, she made her way back to her own chambers.

Within Maera’s chambers, the cool moonlight filtered through the open windows, casting a silvery glow upon the room's elegant furnishings. The canopy bed, swathed in rich turquoise and gold fabrics, seemed larger than life in the dim light, its pillows and draperies a testament to opulence. The hearth, though unlit, exuded a subtle warmth that hinted at its potential. The room bore the faint scent of burning logs from earlier in the evening, a memory of shared moments by the fire.

Lady Maera, dressed in a long-sleeved white nightgown whilst laying beneath the canopy of her luxurious bed, found herself tossing and turning, the elusive embrace of sleep escaping her entirely. Her long, dark brown curls, with their distinctive silver streak, flowed freely around her, a striking contrast against the pale linens of her pillow. On her left hand, she wore the new ring Aemond had given her, her fingertips delicately brushing against the sapphires as she tried to find solace in its presence.

In the midst of this serene yet restless night, guilt welled up within Maera. She had pushed Helaena to seek help from Maester Orwyle, not wanting to see her friend suffer. Her intentions had been born of care and concern, but she couldn't shake the feeling of causing any discomfort to the Queen. Maera hoped that in time, Helaena would realize the necessity of the Maester's assistance. Nevertheless, she still worried about the state of their friendship and whether her actions had affected it in any way.

In an attempt to distract herself, Maera’s thoughts filled with the man who had come to occupy a significant space in her heart, despite the complex emotions that surrounded him. During their stroll, she had promised Aemond that she would repay his kind gesture, but she was uncertain how to do so. The Prince had been gone for three weeks, meaning time was running out for Maera to devise a plan to have him crumbling before her, as he had done to her.

Aemond, as a man, enjoyed the freedom to explore his wants and desires without judgment from the court or the Realm. To discover what he liked, what he didn’t like, or what had brought him the most pleasure. Maera, on the other hand, was bound by the expectations and constraints placed upon her as a woman, to remain oblivious to the world of pleasure, and to be simply be used as a tool by her future husband.

Frustration and determination swirled within her. Eager to find answers and a sense of agency, Maera couldn't bear to stay idle any longer. She reached under her bed and retrieved the books and scrolls she had hidden there from the library, a treasure trove of knowledge that might hold the key to her desires and ambitions. With the candle's flickering light casting shadows that danced upon her face, she delved into the books' contents with rapt attention.

The scroll she unfurled was written by Grand Maester Gawen, who had practiced during the reigns of three separate Targaryen Kings. He wrote what plagued the men of the Keep, be they Kings or Lords, experienced when it came to rousing stiffness in their cocks, and therefore producing heirs. The Maester wrote that it could be due to a ‘lack of spirit from the Warrior’ causing a man to become impotent, detailed many other factors could contribute to a man’s sexual prowess; temperature, diet, the type of ale he drank, and the attractiveness of his wife. She could not help but roll her eyes at the last point. Grand Maester Gawen continued that virgin noblewomen were not aware of ‘more advanced ways’ to please their husbands, therefore the man should enlist the help of local whores to rouse his spirit, and ‘picture what the whore had given him when he laid with his wife in order to father heirs.’

Disbelief welled up within Maera as she promptly rolled the scroll closed and shoved it back under her bed with an exasperated groan. It could not be helped that wives who were sold to their husbands were not skilled in the ways of ‘rousing a man’s spirit’. They did not have the freedom to explore such ‘skills’ and would only learn what their husband was willing to teach them.

Her gaze shifted to the book written by Maera’s distant relative, Coryanne Wylde, resting beside her. Hoping for more practical information, she retrieved the book and placed it on her lap, her fingers carefully turning its pages in search of knowledge that could provide insights into her complex world.

Coryanne's story mirrored Maera's own in many ways. She too had been summoned to by the Targaryens as a young girl, and had been instructed to serve in the household of Princess Alysanne Targaryen, a noble task that carried great responsibility. As she read on, Maera discovered the complexities of Coryanne's situation. Her mother had urged her to serve Princess Alysanne with unwavering loyalty, as Coryanne had recently given birth to a bastard son and needed her honor restored. The weight of societal expectations and the need for redemption hung heavily in the air.

However, the narrative took a dramatic turn when Coryanne arrived at the Red Keep. Queen Alyssa and Ser Borys Baratheon, figures of power and influence, had other plans for her. They tasked her with a mission both deceitful and perilous: to seduce and bed King Jaehaerys, hoping to undo his unconsummated marriage to Princess Alysanne.

Maera couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for all the women entangled in this complex web of courtly intrigue. Their stories served as stark reminders of the manipulative nature of the court, where personal desires often collided with the greater ambitions of those in power.

As Maera continued to read Coryanne's tale, she found herself drawn into the audacious gambit the young woman had embarked upon. Coryanne had been tasked with a daunting mission, and she approached it with unwavering determination. One fateful night, she mustered her courage and made her way to King Jaehaerys' chambers, fully intent on seducing him to fulfill her orders. However, fate had other plans.

At the door to the king's chambers, she encountered a vigilant Kingsguard, a man whose loyalty to his duty surpassed any allure of courtly intrigue. Coryanne's vivid description painted a picture of the knight: tall, lean, with blonde hair and piercing brown eyes. His stubborn nature and unwavering commitment to his role made him an insurmountable obstacle for Coryanne. Despite her attempts to persuade the knight, he remained steadfast, refusing to grant her entry or compromise his duty to protect the king’s marriage.

Undeterred and driven by her mission, Coryanne devised a daring plan. She lured the vigilant Kingsguard away from his post, leading him down a narrow and secluded corridor, far from the prying eyes of onlookers. In the darkness, Coryanne bestowed seductive whisper and lingering touches on the Kingsguard. The knight had remained celibate in his vows but clearly experienced urges, obvious by the stiffness displayed in his trousers. The touch of her hand trailed down until she reached the waistband his trousers, dipping under the fabric to take his cock in her hand, causing the knight to gasp.

The author then detailed how she kneeled before the knights, the position giving the man the illusion that he held the power in that moment. She pulled his member out of his trousers, wrapping her her hand around the base before gently taking it in her mouth. Maera’s own mouth fell open at the revelation, a blush tingeing her face with embarrassment and excitement, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as she pictured herself on her knees before the One-Eyed Prince.

The tale continued with the knight reaching his peak through the stimulation from Coryanne, spilling his seed on her chest, a look of pure ecstasy over his face. The author stated she then grabbed a piece of the Kingsguard’s cloak and wiping the hot white liquid from her chest, before returning to stand and simply walking away. Lady Coryanne then returned the following night to see the same knight guarding the room and once again asked him to grant her entry to King Jaehaerys’ chambers, with the promise of performing the same act on him as she did the knight before. The knight eagerly agreed and secretly opened the doors for her.

And even though Coryanne had grown close with Princess Alysanne and could not complete her mission of seducing the King, she detailed the importance of how she had gained power over the Kingsguard to achieve her desired outcome, leaving Maera captivated by her relative’s resourcefulness.

Coryanne ended the tale with a final paragraph. ‘The men of this world think they are in control, that they maintain power over the realm and the women that dwell within. Let them think that. Women cannot only sway their men with their tears, but by allowing their men to crave their hands, mouths and cunt. It is a skill that requires practice but can come easily. Only then can a woman assert herself over a man and finally take control.’

Maera closed the book, a smug smile of disbelief on her face. She felt better, reassured even, by the author’s words. She now knew that she could gain power and control using her feminine prowess against Aemond. And as she placed the books and scrolls underneath her bed, blowing out her remaining candles and laying back on her pillows, she finally concluded how she would repay the Prince upon his return.

Notes: I am uploading like nobody’s business this week 🤣

Tags: @watercolorskyy @blue-serendipity @manipulatixe @marvelescvpe @shesjustanothergeek @grungegrrrl

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Greetings and a very happy weekend to everyone in our awesome, wonderful, amazing court! There have been some changes in the line up of our court so here are all our latest updates 💜

New members have joined our court! Please give them a warm welcome and follow:

@doranyronwood @cissy-grafton @shrykosjaehaerys @sharp-lioness

The following roles and faceclaims are now taken:

Lord Doran Yronwood (Ruling Lord of House Yronwood, nephew of Lady Mahira Dayne and Dowager-Princess Loreza Martell) Lady Cissy Grafton (Lady of Gulltown, wife of Lord Jasper, and Lady in Waiting to Queen Rhaenyra) Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen of Dragonstone (Eldest son and heir of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena, betrothed of Princess Visenya) Lady Cerissa Lannister (Third daughter of Lord Jason and Lady Johanna)

Bart Edwards Gemma Chan Dean Charles-Chapman Imogen Waterhouse

It seems the court has been corrected on its previous perceptions so please take note that:

Benjen Mormont's faceclaim has been changed to Leo Suter The faceclaim of Travis Fimmel is now open

Princess Rhaenya's faceclaim has been changed to Philippine Velge The faceclaim of Alexandra Dowling is now open

Tyshara Lannister's faceclaim has been changed to Lea Seydoux The faceclaim of Pamela Tome is now open

Maris Baratheon's faceclaim has been changed to Alice Nokes The faceclaim of Eleanor Tomlinson is now open

Full member list under the cut!

~ With Love, Mod Ivory 💜💜

@black-queen-rising - Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen @rogueprincedaemontarg - King-Consort Daemon Targaryen @aegontheyoungprince - Prince Aegon III Targaryen @princeviserystargaryen00 - Prince Viserys II Targaryen @thelittleprincesstargaryen - Princess Visenya Targaryen

@alicenthightowerrp - Dowager-Queen Alicent Hightower @goldaegontargaryen - Prince Aegon Targaryen of Dragonstone @helaenasdreamfyres - Princess Helaena Targaryen of Dragonstone @shrykosjaehaerys - Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen of Dragonstone @jaeheratargaryen - Princess Jaehaera Targaryen of Dragonstone

@notatargaryenbastard - Crown-Prince Jacaerys Velaryon @moondancer-rp - Princess Baela Targaryen @rhaenaspearls - Princess Rhaena Targaryen @princeluce - Prince Lucerys Velaryon @princejoffreyvelaryon - Prince Joffrey Velaryon

@aemond-one-eyed - Prince Aemond Targaryen @thefallenprincesss - Princess Rhaenya Targaryen @thedaringprince - Prince Daeron Targaryen

@rideroftheredqueen - Princess Rhaenys Targaryen-Velaryon @lordhusband - Lord Corlys Velaryon @littlevelaryon - Lady Daenaera Velaryon

@ladyjocelynbaratheon - Lady Jocelyn Baratheon-Targaryen @calla-celtigar - Lady Calla Celtigar @sersteffondarklyn - Lord-Commander Steffon Darklyn

@roslinstrong - Lady Roslin Vance @vvilliamvance - Ser William Vance @ladylaceyvance - Lady Lacey Vance @tonameestbelle - Lady Jyanna Vance @ladyvioletvance - Lady Violet Vance

@lord-kermit-of-riverrun - Ser Kermit Tully @lady-of-ladies - Lady Sabitha Frey @oscartullyofriverrun - Ser Oscar Tully @alyofraventree - Lady Alysanne "Aly" Blackwood

@goldenclarice - Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell @myrielle-of-goldengrove - Lady Myrielle Rowan

@lovelylordlyonel - Lord Lyonel Hightower @stunningladysam - Lady Samantha "Sam" Hightower @ladyjoyhightower - Lady Joy Hightower @garmundhightower - Ser Garmund Hightower @ladyoflongtable - Lady Bethany Merryweather

@thedadkraken - Lord Dalton Greyjoy @cool-aunt-amarys - Lady Amarys Greyjoy @theredripper - Toron Greyjoy

@sirenalannysgreyjoy - Alannys Greyjoy @gysellablacktyde - Gysella Blacktyde @payapreciouspenny - Penny Greyjoy

@cerellelannister2 - Lady Cerelle Lannister @tyshara-the-lioness - Lady Tyshara Lannister @sharp-lioness - Lady Cerissa Lannister

@josswesterling - Joss Westerling @rightfvl-lysa - Ruling-Lady Lysa Farman @thefairheiroffairisle - Rodrik Greyjoy-Farman

@cassandra-of-baratheon - Lady Cassandra Baratheon @thecleverestorm - Lady Maris Baratheon @lady-ellyn-of-the-storm - Lady Ellyn Baratheon @thefourthstormfloris - Lady Floris Baratheon

@jonswann - Ser Jon Swann @little-griffin-jocie-connington - Lady Jocelyn "Jocie" Connington

@jeynearrynvale - Lady-Paramount Jeyne Arryn @cissy-grafton - Lady Cissy Grafton @robingrafton - Ser Robin Grafton @teoragrafton - Lady Teora Grafton

@creganstarkrp - Lord Cregan Stark @lyarra-of-house-stark -Lady Lyarra Stark @benjen-mormont - Benjen Mormont

@lady-of-knives - Lady Berena Bolton @torrhen-manderly - Torrhen Manderly @manderlypearl - Lady Erena Manderly

@theprincessofd0rne - Ruling-Princess Aliandra Martell @mahiraofdorne - Ruling-Lady Mahira Dayne @doranyronwood - Lord Doran Yronwood

[aimeedaisies]

List of attendees to the service of Thanksgiving to the late King Constantine of Greece on 27th February 2024.

🇬🇧 Queen Camilla

🇬🇧 Princess Anne

🇬🇧 Sir Tim Laurence

🇬🇧 Princess Beatrice

🇬🇧 Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi

🇬🇧 Zara Tindall

🇬🇧 Mike Tindall

🇬🇧 Lady Sarah Chatto

🇬🇧 Daniel Chatto

🇬🇧 Prince Richard, The Duke of Gloucester

🇬🇧 Birgitte, The Duchess of Gloucester

🇬🇧 Prince Edward, The Duke of Kent

🇬🇧 George, The Earl of St. Andrews

🇬🇧 Sylvana, The Countess of St. Andrews

🇬🇧 Lady Helen Taylor

🇬🇧 Prince Michael of Kent

🇬🇧 Princess Michael of Kent

🇬🇧 Princess Alexandra of Kent

🇬🇧 James Ogilvy

🇬🇧 Julia Ogilvy

🇬🇧 Marina Ogilvy

🇬🇧 George, The Marquess of Milford Haven

🇬🇧 Clare, The Marchioness of Milford Haven

🇬🇧 Penny, The Countess Mountbatten of Burma

🇬🇧 Lady Alexandra Hooper

🇬🇧 Thomas Hooper

🇬🇧 India Hicks

🇬🇧 David Flint Wood

🇬🇧 Amory Wood-Hicks

🇬🇧 Prince Andrew, The Duke of York

🇬🇧 Sarah Ferguson

🇬🇷 Queen Anne-Marie

🇬🇷 Crown Prince Pavlos

🇬🇷 Crown Princess Marie-Chantal

🇬🇷 Prince Achileas-Andreas

🇬🇷 Prince Odysseas-Kimon

🇬🇷 Prince Aristides-Stavros

🇬🇷 Princess Maria-Olympia

🇬🇷 Prince Nikolaos

🇬🇷 Princess Tatiana

🇬🇷 Prince Philippos

🇬🇷 Princess Nina

🇬🇷 Princess Theodora

🇬🇷 Matthew Kumar

🇬🇷 Princess Alexia

🇬🇷 Carlos Morales

🇬🇷 Princess Irene

🇪🇸 King Juan Carlos

🇪🇸 Queen Sofia

🇪🇸 King Felipe

🇪🇸 Queen Letizia

🇪🇸 Infanta Elena

🇪🇸 Infanta Cristina

🇪🇸 Juan Urdangarian

🇩🇰 Princess Benedikte

🇩🇰 Prince Gustav

🇩🇰 Princess Carina of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg

🇩🇰 Princess Alexandra of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg, Countess Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille

🇩🇰 Count Michael Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille

🇯🇴 Queen Noor of Jordan

🇯🇴 Prince Hassan

🇯🇴 Princess Sarvath of Jordan

��🇬 Prince Kyril of Bulgaria

🇷🇸 Crown Prince Alexander of Serbia

🇷🇸 Crown Princess Katherine of Serbia

🇩🇪 Bernhard, Margrave of Baden

🇩🇪 Stephanie, Margravine of Baden

🇩🇪 Landgrave Donatus of Hesse

🇩🇪 Hereditary Prince Ernst August of Hanover

🇩🇪 Princess Saskia of Hohenlohe-Langeburg

Other notable attendees

Nicholas Soames (Conservative politician)

Rocco Forte (British Hotelier)

Hugh Cavendish, Baron Cavendish of Furness (Former member of the House of Lords)

Grania Mary Caulfield (wife of Baron Cavendish of Furness)

John Kerry (United States Special Presidential Envoy for Climate

Lady Susan Hussey (Lady-in-Waiting)

Sir Jackie Stewart (Racecar Driver and good family friend)

Alexandra von Fürstenberg (American Socialite)

Dax Miller (Alexandra von Fürstenbergs husband)

[beneathsakurashade]

ᴋɪᴛꜱᴜɴᴇ ʏᴏᴍᴇɪʀɪ - Tɯιʂƚҽԃ Wσɳԃҽɾʅαɳԃ x Gҽɳʂԋιɳ Rҽαԃҽɾ Chapter: 4

"The echo in the mirror!"

Shion wasn't sure why their day had to end up so shitty, it should've been easy, cleaning a part of the school and boom.  Done for the day, nothing more, nothing less.  But no, some acehole had to tic them and their friend off, then cause a prized statue to be burnt.  THEN as if fate hadn't punished them enough, their friend had to run up on a chandelier and then it came crashing down.  Sure, they wasn’t the bravest student back home, but they were by no means a jumpy student either. But going from being ignored completely to suddenly being the talk of the school was something they were not even close to getting used to.  Besides this whole ordeal seemed awfully similar to a game that their cousin had ranted about.  The main character gets sent to a school in a new world, and they have to help seven students after they overblot.  Wait…what if they were now the main character?  Would merch be made of them in their old world?  Would they have fans?  Shion was zapped out of their thoughts as they noticed Y/N looking at them from across the cafeteria.  Staring at them and their friends like the group were enacting a scene from a drama.  Once he noticed that Crowley had left, he approached the group. 

“So you’re telling me that you not only damaged a Statue of Seven but you also shattered a chandelier?” You dryly ask the three humans and that bakeneko. You notice that the two humans beside the magicless one are Ace and Deuce. “Hey! You’re probably the same age as us!” Ace Trappola cries back, (You found out more info about him by asking around after the dinner). You discovered that his brother taught him various magic tricks, that Ace broke up with his middle school girlfriend after he got bored. You learned more then you cared about this rather annoying personality. You also learned quite a bit about Deuce Spade, a former middle school delinquent. He changed his ways after finding out how much it actually affected his mom. He came to Night Raven in hopes of starting fresh, dyed his hair a new color, and adopted a new honor’s student personality. All that you found out about the magicless human and bakeneko was their name, Shion meant remembrance in the Inazuman language of flowers. They came from a world without magic. While Grim had a rather strong fondness for tuna.

You sigh “What foolish creatures you all are…” you turn to face Ace. “And actually, I am older than you indignant-I mean you’re right, we’re the same age”. Shion smiles nervously, “Say, Y/N…is it possible for us to gather around a billion thaumarks by tomorrow?” You pale and sigh “Well you four would need to become some sort of MagiTok celebrities overnight or marry some absurdly rich person” Ace shrugs “Welp, we better start practicing our dancing skills then…I mean Juice and I could always start a prank channel” Deuce looks at him confused “H-HUH? No way! Also its Deuce with a D!” You sigh airily. “I can assure you though, that no well-to-do family would have anything to do with you all. Much less marry you”. Ace and Deuce look offended and Shion looks confused. “You” you point to Ace “Are horribly crass, no decent family would allow their heir to marry you”. You point to Deuce “You are far too dense, you’d be more akin to the desperate pauper after the princesses’ hand than the prince”. Lastly you turn to Shion “Your only fault would be that you haven’t a single penny to your name”.

“How in the Seven’s name did you even manage to burn a statue and shatter a chandelier in the same day? Mere hours apart no less, has fate damned you to poor luck?” You ask exasperated. “Welll, Ace started the fight, and then he ended up causing Grim to burn the statue of the Queen of Hearts. Then the Headmage gave us a punishment of washing a hundred windows, so Grim and I starting washing them. But we noticed that Ace wasn’t with us and then we realized that his bitchass wasn't even planning on helping us. Grim and I found him doing shit, so we dragged Deuce into this and Ace got a cauldron dropped on him. Then Grim ran away so we had to chase after him, Grim ran up on a chandelier for whatever reason. So when we launched Ace up there we broke the chandelier. Then Headmage appeared outta nowhere and said that he'd expel us or something, I was too busy thinking about all the ways I'd murder Ace and Grim-I mean um anyway. So basically we have to find a replacement magestone for the one that we wrecked, so I guess we'll have to go mine and craft for whatever the hell a magestone is. But Crowley also said that they’re impossible to find in that mine…”.

How did they even manage to cause such a commotion?  On the first day of school no less?  I admire their bravery, risking expulsion on the first day is no easy feat...You silently ponder and respond to Shion "I see, well then, I suppose that you need help?" Ace shakes his head "Hell nah, we're goo-" Shion interrupts him "Ace, your ass can't even wash a hundred windows.  It isn't up to you if we need help or not".  They smile "You don't have to help us if you don't wanna Y/N, some people wanna mind their own business.  That's fine with me".  You nod, "So you don't need any help...very well, I shall step aside and let you all handle it.  I have things to do in the meantime".  You rise from your seat and excuse yourself to return to your dorm.  “May fate bless you” you bow and pull a small charm out of one of your pockets, a bright red omamori.  “This is blessed with good fortune, as well as a protection charm”.  You hand it to Shion.  "How do we know that is ain't actually a curse?" Ace remarks suspicious "I don't think that someone would curse us though" Deuce replies.  Shion sighs "If it ends up being cursed I'm giving it to Ace".  

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Magicless Human Shion Yuukuro POV

    Shion blinks as they're sent in front of a picturesque cottage near the forest, "Did we sneak onto the set of the live action Snow White or some shit?  This is way too pretty to be real..." a gentle stream and bridge are set near the cottage.  "So this is Dwarfs' Mine.  Long ago, there were tons of magestones here..." Deuce says amazed.  "Urgh... Who knows what lurks there now?" Grim mumbles "You act like you're not one of the reasons we're stuck here.  I hate this, playing Minecraft at night was scary enough as a kid.  But experiencing it in real life is not fun".  Shion quips.  "Hey there's a house over there, lets see if people are there" Ace smiles "Do you really think that some family is gonna be nice to random ass teens who just knocked on their door in the middle of the night?" Shion replies. 

Deuce knocks on the door gently "Helloooo? Anyone home?" there's no answer. He opens the door and the three of them stare at the open room. Spiders had turned this home into their own, spinning cobwebs that hung around the roof and draped down like curtains. There was evidence of animals inhabiting the cottage, as there were shells and scraps of material scattered around the floor. Grim sputtered out something as he caught a cobweb on his face. "Hey, look at these desks and chairs, they're tiny. Did kids live here or something?" Ace says and Shion respond sarcastically "Well maybe I dunno, dwarfs lived here? Y'know like the miners?". Ace glares at them and continues looking around the cottage "Seven? Damn, that's more than I expected…" Deuce nods "It must have been a lively place". "If we're lookin' for a magestone maybe we should be lookin' in the mine?" Grim pipes up. Ace, Deuce and Shion pause as they remember the reason that they all came here for.

Shion finds a pickaxe left by the door, and the four of them head into the mines. "Wait weren't minors banned from working in the mines like a hundred years ago?" they say aloud "And kids play Minecraft nowadays…wait, is this a sign that minors long for the mines to mine minerals?" Ace pauses and responds "What the fuck are you yapping about, Shion?" they shrug in response "Ignore me, I'm rhetorically speaking". "Wait… you two are in the same dorm as Y/N, right?" Shion starts "Yup, he's a weird guy" Ace shrugs as they walk deeper into the mines "I wouldn't say he's weird, he was pretty nice when we chatted at the dinner last night" Deuce contends. Walking through the mine Shion can't help but wince at the recollection of Crowley's rant about them being expelled.

Grim was still reeling from dizziness due to him falling from the chandelier.  While Crowley explained that the chandelier was a prized artifact, with a hefty price attached.  "I'll pay anything!" Deuce cries determinedly "No less than a billion thaumarks" Crowley announces.  Shion scoffs internally 'Oh so bro can spend a fuck billion of thaumarks on fucking chandeliers but is too broke to give a homeless student decent housing?  His priorities are more skewed than mine'.  Ace pales and Deuce's look of determination fades into despair "W-what?!  How am I gonna tell my mother...".  Shion's face contorts at the mention of more than a couple hundred thaumarks "That's not what I was expecting... I already spend a shit ton of money on gacha games, no way in hell am I gonna be able to afford a billion dollars".  Crowley continues "There is a sliver of a chance that you can repair this chandelier" Ace and Deuce brighten up "There is?!" Shion whispers "I bet the Headmage is gonna say something like, 'oh well actually, it can be fixed but you need to climb a mountain that's like hundreds of miles away and then you need to wake a sleeping dragon, beat them, then gain access to a flower that only blooms once in a million years, but the only way you can find that flower is by using some amulet or some shit".  They catch the slightest look of confusion from Deuce as they whisper their rant.  The Headmage nods "Yes, the magestone used for this was mined in the Dwarfs' Mine.  Alas, there most likely aren't any more magestones left, but there is a possibility".  Shion runs the possibilities through their mind, wait... they're probably the mc right?  Oh, great, so they have plot armor on their side.  They also couldn't help feeling bad for Deuce, bro's probably stressed as hell wondering how to explain to his mom that three dumbasses got him expelled from Royale High on his first day.  "By next morning, if you all fail to return with a magestone, you are all expelled". 

The three passed the time by referencing dead memes and jokes so depraved that Shion could hear Deuce muffle his laughter.  They had a friend that did that back home, they seemed to be the perfect kid, never swore, stayed quiet, always studied, but they contained their obvious laughter at certain jokes.  Deuce interrupts their flashback as he shouts "There's something there!" Grim shouts "Myah!?" and the three are faced with two ghosts, oddly similar to the ones back at Ramshackle, to be honest, the only thing different is that they're wearing grey hooded cloaks. They low-key remind Shion of the cloaks that Anneliese and Erika wear when they sing about how similar they are even though one is a princess and the other is an indentured servant…  "Visitors!  The first in ten years!" they laugh in glee.  "Ah hell nah" Shion sighs in annoyance, they all take a run for it while Ace and Deuce occasionally turn around to fire spells at the ghosts.  "My legs are gonna give out..." they mutter I suck at P.E., why is this damn mine so damn long?! they think and halt as their friends stop.  "D-did we lose them?" Deuce sighs out of breath.  "We gotta keep going" Ace says and you all continue running.  The group only pauses because Ace says that the reason they're here is because of Deuce's stunt.  "Well maybe you shouldn't have avoided your washing duties!" he replies.

"Oh so we're bringing back ancient history now?  How about this all started because someone set fire to a statue!" Ace fires back.

"Myah?!  Well ya' shouldn'ta made fun of me!" Grim cries back.

"All of you shut the fuck up!  Who cares who started this who mess, it was Ace by the way, but ignoring that.  We're all stuck here now so let's finish this" Shion groans.

    Your argument is paused by an ominous voice muttering in the distance "...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu...".  Deuce says nervously "It sounds like its... getting closer".  The voice repeats "...iiivvv... oooouuu...".  The source of the voice comes into view.  It's a large monster, similarly dressed to one of the dwarfs from Snow White, but with a round bottle filled with what seems to be ink for a head.  And it's body seems to have been covered with it, the pungent stench of ink fills their senses.

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   Kitsune Hime POV

    Ramshackle is a fitting name for a dorm straight out of a horror film.  Though an even more fitting name would be Wuthering Heights, with the whole dilapidated gothic aesthetic.  The outside isn’t too disappointing, other than the few tombstones in the front yard, but that usually means the inside was.  You open the door barely attached to it’s hinges.  The creaks hurt your ears as you step inside. However the inside is indeed worse, much worse, the living room is as inviting as a poltergeist can make.  Furniture is scattered around the floor, paintings hanging on the wall are either set tilted or strewn down.  Cobwebs hang like a cloud from the ceiling.  The windows are cracked in dismay and the ceiling would often let out droplets of rain.  You sigh “My my my…this is definitely going to take some work…” Summoning a broom you snap and the broom starts to sweep. You decide to summon a sponge and bucket to clean the windows.  In a few hours the windows are clean, albeit still cracked, and the floors are dust-free.  The furniture is all set properly, and you decide that as a courtesy, you’ll sew some new coverings for the couch and chairs.  “Let’s see, I’ll need a lot of yards of fabric to sew new covers for the cushions".  You ponder for a few seconds before nodding, "Hmph, Yuukuro is lucky that I take pity upon their plight!” After finding enough fabric to sew some cushions you smile proudly.  “Yuukuro should be returning from their excavation soon.  That will give me enough time to set this place straight" you use various patterns of lavender colored fabric, as well as some thread and sewing materials. You set your bag of materials down, and start to sew with magic, humming to yourself.

For some reason you took a liking to Shion, perhaps it was because you were both from worlds other than Twisted Wonderland.  You sought to look after them, why?  These thoughts swirled around in your head.  After many hours you've created both cushions and a plush blanket for the prefect, as well as a few pillowcases to match. 

    You remember seeing Lilia at the Orientation.  You were still waiting eagerly for the opportunity to meet him, there was something  different, something off about him.  You saw him attending to the student whom you later learned was Silver.  Last time you met, he absolutely despised human, much like yourself.

In a luxurious bedroom a small young girl sits on her older sister’s lap as they sit at the vanity.  The two girls is that had both have fox ears and tail, the older sister dressed in a fancy light cerulean kimono gently brushes her sister’s H/C hair.  “Remember my sister, never look at a human.  They might see that as a form of challenging” the older sister says and continues to brush her sister’s hair, tying it up into a tight bun and pushing an ornate hair clip into the bun. Her sister nods and waits eagerly as her sister applies a light rouge to her own lips and then to her sister’s.  “Mother is having me married off soon, and you shall follow after me” the older sister continues.  “But I don’t want to get married!” The younger sisters cries “Hush now, cease those tears, you know what Mother would say if she saw your that your makeup was ruined by tearstains”.  Her sister chides.  

“But what if I get married to a mean man?” The younger sister almost bursts into tears at the mere thought “If that happens I’ll kill him” her sister smiles “No one will know that it was me”.  The younger sister smiles excitedly “I love you elder sister!”     The sister smiles in return “I love you as well, but those words are heavy, only say them to those that you mean them to”.  She warns.       The two head into town dressed in the attire of nobility.  “Close your eyes when I tell you to” the elder sister demands as they head closer to a building with bright red lights.  You cover your eyes with your hands and carefully peek through the cracks in your blindfold.  You can make out the faint outlines of men and women barely covered by their kimonos.  "Elder sister, where are we?" Your sister ignores the question and pulls you along.  As you enter a building the scent of expensive perfume surrounds you.  “This is my job, Y/N, and I expect you to be on your best behavior in front of my coworkers” your sister smiles “A-alright Suzu” you mutter nervously and follow as she leads you up a staircase.  “You don’t have to cover your eyes anymore” she sighs as you both enter a room.  You hear a haughty voice that you don’t recognize calling out to your sister “Suzuran, what in the Archons are you doing bringing your sister here?  To a brothel of all places?” You look behind the shelf hiding the source of the voice and catch sight of a young man.

His back turned to the both of you, you can see a rich purple kimono draped on his arms.  A sort of purple mist hangs around him, and you notice the bright cyan of an Anemo Vision.  Light blonde hair dusted with powder, and tied into a tight bun.  “Honestly, this is definitely one of your more foolish decisions” he sighs and brings out a fan the same color of his kimono.  “Aw, is this how you greet a good friend?  Your manners have gotten deplorable, Sumiko.  My Archons, it’s no wonder no man or woman would pay for a night with you”.  Suzuran smirks and sighs playfully “Ah, but I suppose that you can’t help it, your standards are far too high for even the most affluent of samurai”.  This Sumiko huffs annoyed and turns to the left, and your E/C eyes meet his, electric purple.  Akin to Miko’s, you shudder at the thought of the conniving kitsune that your sister was close friends with.      

“Hm, you don’t look half-bad, though I suppose that’s to be expected from a family of your status little L/n” he smiles slightly “I suppose that I should formally introduce myself.  Forget everything that Suzu has told you about me.  I am Sumiko Hanamitsu, one of the most expensive kitsune at this brothel”. You heard of the Hanamitsu family, a kitsune family famous for their perfumes.  They’re close acquaintances with the Kamisato clan.  In fact, you attended a wedding between one of their sons and a daughter of the Kamisatos.  But to have one of their sons working at a brothel… how unexpected.  “Do not expect me to be kind and caring little one.  This world is cruel, and so am I” Sumiko admits while he fans himself in boredom.          That was many a century ago… you sigh as the imaginary curtain closes on your play from the past.  Teleporting back to your shared room at Heartslabyul, saying goodnight to Jayden before you tuck yourself into bed.  You silently pray for Shion and their friends' success you watch as the hours melt together and change into a new morning.   

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Magicless Human Shion Yuukuro POV

    “Stooonesss… Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!” The creature cries in a voice that drags them down like a weight in an inky ocean.  It’s pained in a desperate way, almost making them feel bad for it.  Pure terror glues you all to your spots, but unfortunately, the potential danger doesn't shut Grim up.  “Myah!  I wasn’t expecting monsters in here!” Grim shouts.  “What were you expecting, Grim?  There to be just spiders?  With our luck? Hell no” Shion sighs wearily.  "What even is that thing?  Didn't it just say something about 'stones'?" Ace says pale.  "Wait... so there are still magestones here!" Deuce smiles.  But he's quickly hit by the monster, and Ace comes to his defense.  "Ey!  Stay away from me!" Grim shouts and spouts fire at the monster.  Shion grabs him up the his collar and holds him against their chest, "We've gotta get outta here, guys!" they shout.

The four of them run out of the cave and Ace huffs out of breath "No one said there'd be anything like that". Deuce responds "There's no way we can beat that thing", and Ace says back "Let's just give up, it ain't worth the work anymore man. I'm gonna just accept that fucking expulsion, cause I do not wanna fight that thing again”. Deuce huffs in response “Nuh-uh! I’d rather die than be expelled!” “Big talk from someone half the mage I am. If ya’ want the stone so badly, why dontcha’ get it yourself?! Cause I’m out” Ace fires. “Fine, go back to your coop then, chicken!” Deuce cries and his expression darkens. “What are these middle school ass insults?” Shion groans and rubs their temple. “Whoa, Deuce like… turned into a totally different person… scary” Grim mutters nervously and cuddles into Shion’s arms. Deuce coughs and his expression changes yet again, “M-my bad. Lost my cool there, sorry”. Shion nods “It’s alright, but uh, what now? We can’t go back and fight that thing” Grim looks up at them “Why not? Can’t they just blast it with magic?” Deuce shrugs sadly “Nope, different kinds of magic and strong spells require training that we don’t have”. “Duh, that’s why magic academies exist” Ace nods. “Besides, the more flustered a mage is, the worse their spell game is”. “Is that why Grim sucks at magic?” Shion says.

"Nah, though, magic comes easier to some than others” Ace shrugs “Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Deuce smiles.  “Yeaaaah, last time we did that, we ended up in this whole shitshow.  We fought that thing and it creamed us.  What exactly is your plan?  I sure don’t trust you to improvise”.  Shion notices Deuce getting more annoyed with every word outta Ace’s mouth.  “Y’know Ace, I’m not sure that you used the right words…” they mutter.  Deuce cracks his knuckles "Oh so we're gonna go at it again, huh?".  Shion thinks I swear to the Archons, if these shits start another yap session, I'm actually going to have that thing kill me.  By some grace, the two of them agree to put their shared braincell to work. 

┏━━━ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ━━━┓ Fun Facts

Y/N originally was forbidden to learn sewing, but convinced her mother to let her.

Shion thinks they should give Ace bacon flavored crickets when they all get back

[so-caffeinated]

So, many years ago I had this IDEA, one of many FiCoN related AUs where I was like “Hey fun daydream. Won’t ever happen cause it doesn’t fit ‘The Plan’.” Only now I’m like “Hey fun idea that’d bring me joy which is like the entire point” so now it’s gonna happen. 

You guys... I’m so excited for the Royalty AU. Like absurdly excited. I’m editing this Julex oneshot and drafting the Elara one first, but then... Royalty AU trope bingo slot is gonna be A RIDE. 

Here’s a little intro (complete with Pinterest inspiration photos of people I mostly have no clue who they are)...

Will - Bastard son of the king. Oldest. Serves in the royal guard by choice. Acknowledged by his father and was given a title, in spite of the fact that his father is originally from another kingdom. Starling is his stepmother’s family’s kingdom. Tremendous flirt. Most of the kingdom doesn’t take him too seriously, but he’s generally well-liked. Not seen as a threat to the throne at all, either in Starling or in the Verdant Isles (his father’s homeland). Surprised a lot of people when he claimed an infant little girl as his own, saying only that her mother died in labor. No one knows who that mother was, but there sure is a lot of speculation. 

Amelia - Princess of The Central Kingdoms. Promised by treaty before her birth to be married off to the heir of Starling. Takes her duties seriously. Absolutely not to be trifled with. Has secrets of her own. 

Princess Jules - Firstborn legitimate child to Queen Felicity of Starling and King Oliver of the Verdant Isles. Never met a rule she felt like following. Obsessed with finding who killed her lover, Jackson, the baker’s son. Constantly dragged back to the castle by the royal guards. More likely to hit a suitor than kiss him. Completely uninterested in marriage of any sort, much less something deemed appropriate. 

Alex- Captain of the Guard. If keeping his best friend Will safe doesn’t kill him, trying to rein in Princess Jules might. One way or another. Knows all of Will’s secrets. Really wants to know all of Princess Jules’ too. 

Princess Ellie - Twin of Prince Nate. The pair of them were born under the weight of prophecy. She’s been destined to lead their religious order since before she was born. Charming and bright eyed, she’s starting to wonder how much of her own life can be of her own making. 

Sara - Lady-in-Waiting to Princess Ellie. Longtime confidant and closest friend. Knows far more than she says. Always. Has her own agenda, which isn’t entirely of her own making. 

Prince Nate - Royal Heir. Carefully groomed for the crown from an early age. Puts his own desires a distant second to the needs of his family and kingdom. Has known he is destined for great things his entire life. Proper, polite, and endlessly appropriate. More than a little repressed. Can’t stop staring at the royal scribe’s daughter, but knows what his duty demands, and it’s not her. 

Penny - Daughter of the Royal Scribe. Training as her father’s apprentice. Frequent figure in court. More than a little enthralled by the crowned prince, but way too well trained in etiquette to allow the blurring of any boundaries. Sometimes stands near enough to Prince Nate that she can feel his body heat. Once they accidentally brushed hands. She still dreams about that all the time. 

Bethany - Will’s daughter. Treated like a princess even without the title. Absolutely doted on and Will’s top priority at all times. Penchant for mischief. Eternally asking questions about her mother, who she never met. Equal parts sweet and manipulative. Ironically, probably best suited to the throne, though she has no claim to it. 

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EMILY I HAVE SOME MANY THOUGHTS AND THOTS

First off, I have to acknowledge the visible dick print in the room: THE GRAY SWEATPANTS. My favorite thing to pair with Bradley Bradshaw! Bradley and gray sweats are like peanut butter and jelly or ham and cheese or pie and ice cream! What a yummy combo!

Also, will Daddy and Princess be teaching a masterclass in their bedrooms activities? They have a particular set of skills a lot of folks are always tryna to master. Folks would drink up pointers 😏

AND PENNY. SHE'S BACK IN MY GOOD GRACES. I LOVE A SINCERE APOLOGY. WELCOME BACK, QUEEN.

But Em, my OG BB™, I love this story sm. Just like your other fics, ya got me hanging on every word. Every turn. Every heartbreak. I can't wait to see what's over the next hill in this one!

The Younger Kind Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Now that Bradley has you with him, he never wants you to go. But the stress from Meredith and Penny still hangs between the two of you. And the only think that seems to make sense to Bradley could be taken from him.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You were finally in Bradley's arms. Aside from your hangover and banged up knee, you seemed no worse for the wear. Just a little shaken up from those assholes taunting you last night. As he leaned back against his headboard, you were curled up against his chest wearing his favorite sweatshirt. 

"I love you," he whispered again, rubbing the bare skin of your back and waist beneath the sweatshirt. You hadn't returned the sentiment, but it didn't matter. You just snuggled a little closer to him every time he said it to you. 

When your stomach growled, you looked up at him and laughed softly. "Come on," he said, kissing your forehead as he withdrew his hand from your soft skin. "I'll make you breakfast."

Now you were looking at him with concern as you straddled his thighs. "You'll make me breakfast? Sorry, but I'm not going to eat anything you cook."

Bradley tipped his head back and started laughing. "You got me there, Princess. But I can get you a bowl of cereal."

You just shook your head and slid off of his lap, taking his hand in yours. "I'll make you breakfast," you told him, looking back at him over your shoulder as he followed you down the hallway. He'd follow you anywhere today. Do anything you wanted to do. As long as you kept him with you.

He turned on the coffee maker and pulled two mugs down as you bent in front of the refrigerator. Your bare legs and his oversized sweatshirt made him feel weak. You handed him some eggs and the gallon jug of milk. "Do you have cinnamon?" you asked as he set the milk and eggs on the counter. 

"You don't actually have to make me breakfast," he whispered as you kissed his chin. 

"I'm hungry for French toast," you told him, so he located the cinnamon for you. Then he watched you work, helping with everything you asked him to. And when the kitchen smelled like cinnamon, and there were slices of bread sizzling on the stovetop, Bradley handed you a mug of coffee. 

"Can you help me with something on my phone?" he asked softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you sipped your coffee and flipped a piece of bread. 

You set down the mug that said Aviators Look Down on Others and glared at him over your shoulder. "If you ask me to delete another dating app, I will rage. Do you understand me?"

"It's not that," he promised.

"Well, then what can I help you with, old man?"

Bradley couldn't help but smile at your words as he ran his mustache along the side of your neck. "Help me change this." He tapped on your contact name which was still listed as Babysitter. He deleted that word as he let his chin rest on your shoulder, making sure you were looking at his phone. Then he typed out My Princess before he opened his photo gallery. 

"It doesn't look like you need my help," you whispered as he scrolled through all of his pictures of you and Noah and the occasional one related to something at work. "Oh wait, yes you do," you said, pointing to the dirty pictures you had sent him. "You need to save those in a private folder, Daddy."

He was beyond delighted that you had just called him Daddy. "That's something else you can help me with," he murmured, scrolling further until he found the first selfie you sent to him. The one where you were wearing your purple crown. He set it at your contact photo and kissed your cheek

"Give me that," you told him after you flipped the pieces of French toast again. He handed you his phone and watched you move all the dirty photos he loved so much into a new folder that you labeled Princess. "And you can enter the passcode when you want to look at them," you said as you saved today's date as the four digit code.

"Why did you make it today's date?" he asked as you spun to face him and pressed his phone to his chest. He grabbed it as you let go and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him hard, devouring his mouth as you sighed softly. Bradley tossed his phone onto the counter next to the mugs and let his hands slide up your sides beneath his soft sweatshirt. 

"Because," you told him between kisses, running your fingers up into his hair and looking him in the eye. "Today's the day you told me you love me."

"Baby," he moaned against your lips, reaching behind you to turn off the stove burners. 

You kept your body snug against his, even when you let your hands trail down to the bottom of his undershirt and whispered, "Daddy."

You peeled his shirt off, finally letting him feel your hands everywhere. "Please. Let me take you back to bed." He had never been intimate with you there, but he'd been dreaming about it for a long time. Hell, last night was the first time you and he had a real sleepover. The first time he got to hold you all night.

Immediately you started pushing him toward the hallway, and he hoisted you up into his arms as you squeaked. "I got you," he promised.

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There had to be something wrong with you, because you couldn't physically stop smiling. Bradley had taken you to his bed, set you down gently right in the middle of it, and started kissing you everywhere. His sweatshirt was pushed up to your breasts, his big hands squeezing your sides while he kissed the spot just below your belly button.

You were panting softly, and you could tell how wet you were by the way your lace underwear clung to you. But he seemed to be in no hurry, so you just let him keep it up. Lips and mustache found your injured knee, and he kissed all around the bandage before gently guiding your leg over his shoulder. 

"I've been dreaming about this," he whispered against your inner thigh. When his fingers teased along the elastic of your underwear, you thought he was going to remove them, but he just kept driving you crazy instead. 

A soft laugh bubbled out of your lips. "You dreamed about rescuing me from frat boys and having your way with me?"

"No," he grunted, easing his large body over yours, while you kept your leg on his shoulder. You could feel his hard cock rub your core through both of your underwear, and you pressed up against him. "I dream about having you in my bed. Having you all to myself. Don't get me wrong, I love sharing you with Noah," he mumbled, pushing the sweatshirt up and palming your tits with his massive hands. "But when you're like this, you're all mine."

As your back arched off the bed, Bradley's lips met your nipple, kissing and caressing you like nobody else ever had. "Daddy," you whispered before your eyes fluttered closed. 

"All mine," he muttered, licking the valley between your breasts before sucking on one nipple and then the other.

You cried out for him, your hands grabbing at his biceps and shoulders before threading through his messy curls. 

"You're so fucking sensitive, Princess."

You definitely were for him. Because he knew how to touch you. He knew how to love you. He was good at all of it. 

"Bradley?" you gasped after he had worked your nipples into tender peaks. He whispered your name, the bristles of his mustache rubbing you just right. You were clenching around nothing. He hadn't even undressed you yet. And now you were in trouble, because he could tell how far gone you were as he whispered your name over and over again.

You rubbed yourself up against his cock as he pressed his lips to your ear and moaned, "I love you, Princess. I love you."

There was little doubt in your mind that you could cum for him just like this. He loved you. And you loved him.

You were soaking wet as he slipped his hand inside your underwear and groaned. "You make me insane," he informed you gruffly, wasting no time before slipping his middle finger inside you. 

"Bradley!" you cried as he stroked your clit with his thumb and fucked you with one, thick digit until you were propping yourself up on your elbows to get to his lips. You kissed him, and he devoured every noise you made. "I'm so close, Daddy." When you let your head tip back, his mouth found your breasts again. You were close to overstimulation as he removed his finger from inside you and rubbed his fingertips across your clit until you were nearly crying. 

It took you a second to realize that your legs were shaking as he sucked on your breasts. You were about to cum as soft grunts mixed with your deep, erratic breathing. "Oh," you gasped, and then he was mashing his lips to yours, pushing you back against the pillow. "I'm coming," you whined into his mouth. 

Then you were shaking everywhere, his fingers slowing down and applying less pressure until you moaned his name so loudly, you should have been embarrassed. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and it felt like you were laying in a puddle as Bradley tapped your clit with his fingertips. 

When you met his eyes and saw the desire there, you knew what had happened. "Did I squirt again?" you asked softly as you caught your breath. Bradley brought his damp hand up to his own mouth and licked his palm before running his index finger along your lips. 

"You did," he whispered, letting you kitten lick his fingers. You tasted good on his warm skin, and you were no longer embarrassed. Because he looked so turned on right now. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear, could feel him pulsing against you. When you sucked two of his fingers into your mouth, he started bucking against you, and you looked up at him.

"Don't look at me like that," he rasped, pushing them a little further into your mouth. "You already know you own me."

You moaned around his fingers before he pulled them free and kissed you. Then his sweatshirt was on the floor along with your soaking wet underwear. You watched the graceful way he removed his own underwear as you sat up. 

"Come here," you commanded, and he did as he was told, kissing you and wrapping his arms around you. You told him where to touch you, and he did. You told him everything you wanted, and he did that too. You were already a mess again as his thigh rubbed your core. Already whimpering his name.

"You gonna let me make love to you, Princess?" he asked, spreading your legs a little wider and coaxing you flat on your back. 

"Yes," you whispered when you felt him at your entrance. 

"A little louder," he said, pressing against you with delicious pressure.

"Yes!"

He was steady and meticulous, sure that you liked everything he was doing before he went a little harder. He checked in with you until you could barely answer him, because everything felt too good. Your fingers were digging into his biceps as your lips skimmed along his neck, licking at the salty sheen on his skin. He was chanting your name like a prayer as he moved with such precision, you weren't sure you'd ever be able to orgasm without him again.

Bradley was loving your body with his. He chased your lips for more kisses every time you needed to take a breath. His rough hands were so sure of what you needed as he touched you seemingly everywhere. And interspersed among the sweet sound of your name, he told you he loved you. He used his voice like a tool in tandem with his perfect body until you were squeezing his cock tight.

You felt wrung out and exhausted, barely able to control yourself as your fingers went loose on his arms. You sunk back in the bed, keening for him as your orgasm washed over and through you. And then you watched him, neck straining as his strokes grew shorter and more irregular. You pulled his mouth to yours as he came for you. He tasted so good as he let his hand gently grip the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw. 

"I love you," he breathed against your lips. His voice sounded as broken as you felt as he collapsed mostly on top of you. You held him close with your hands in his hair, and his cock still buried inside you.

"I love you, Daddy."

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Bradley smiled the whole time you and he argued about doing laundry. You were adamant that he wash your underwear along with the bedding, but he kept telling you he liked the way they looked on his bedroom floor too much to do that. 

Finally you scooped them up and said, "I'm sure if you really want to, we can soak them again," and then took them and his bedding into your arms. "It's not like you don't know how to make me squirt."

Then he watched you parade out of his room, your naked backside swaying beautifully as you went. He just stood there and exhaled as he ran his hands through his hair. He was certain he had the dumbest look on his face. 

You loved him.

"Good thing I like cold French toast," you said with a laugh as he sat down completely naked on one of the kitchen chairs. You were also naked, plating some breakfast which was definitely becoming lunch. 

"I like anything you cook," he mumbled, eyes glued to every inch of your body as you turned and set down a plate in front of him along with maple syrup and two glasses of orange juice. "Mind grabbing my phone?" he asked, watching as you picked it up from where he discarded it earlier. 

"Here you go, old man," you said quite loudly. "Can you hear me? Do you remember your pass codes? Or do you need a refresher?"

"You know, I have a bag of Skittles for you, but I think I'll just eat all of them," he said, pulling you down onto his lap and opening up a playlist on his phone. 

"You would never," you gasped. Bradley was laughing, but you actually seemed scandalized.

"No, I wouldn't," he promised, kissing your shoulder as you settled back against him. He played his favorite song, the one that reminded him of you while you cut up the French toast and drenched it in syrup. 

Bradley watched you lick some syrup from your fingertip as you said, "I made a playlist for Noah. A bunch of kid friendly songs. He loved it." You took a bite of food and turned to smile at him while you chewed. 

"That was sweet of you," he rasped as you fed him a bite. "He's crazy about you." Bradley thought back to Noah crying and saying he wanted you to be his mommy. 

"I love him," you said simply, taking another bite of French toast while Bradley wrapped his hands around your waist and caressed your soft skin. 

And it didn't take long until the food was eaten and you were straddling his lap on the chair. You were cradling his hard cock against your pussy while you kissed his neck and dragged your purple fingernails down his chest and along his abs.

"Feels good," he groaned, trying to sit still and enjoy everything you were doing to him. You looked gorgeous everywhere. Every tilt of your head and brush of your lips against his skin had all of his senses screaming for more. When you finally lifted your hips up and let him slip inside you, he was so far gone. You rode him so well with your arms around his neck and your fingers trailing through his hair.

"Oh," you gasped, eyes fluttering closed as you rubbed your clit against his abs. 

"You're so good, Baby," he promised, one hand guiding your hip and the other tracing your nipples. You were a dream. Everything he wanted. Perfect for him. Perfect for Noah. 

You leaned closer and kissed his lips, getting louder with each stroke of your clit against him. And soon you were whining his name and pulling his hair. He filled you with his cum that dripped all over the chair and coated your thighs when you stood. 

He just looked at you there, standing between his splayed thighs with your hands on his shoulders. "I never want to stop being with you," he mumbled, and you leaned down to kiss him.

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You were a little embarrassed to admit to Bradley that when you got out of the shower, you wanted to take an afternoon nap. After you spent a few minutes picking on him for being old and drinking fiber in his tea with lunch, you yawned so long and loud that he led you to the living room. You were in his soft UVA sweatshirt again, and you stretched out on the couch with your head on his lap. 

The last few days had been wild. You vowed that you were never going to speak to Greyson or his friends again. No more college boys in any way, shape or form. Nobody but Bradley. 

He was currently drawing tiny circles along your neck with his fingertips. You yawned again before you whispered, "You know, I probably shouldn't even be here right now."

He just hummed in response, so you asked, "Where are things at with Meredith? Still scheduled for Wednesday?"

But Bradley was silent for a moment before he said, "I don't want you to have to worry about her. I'm doing enough worrying for all three of us. But yes, Wednesday. Unless Tracy calls and tells me otherwise."

"I'm still going to worry, Daddy. But I'm also going to support you. Noah needs to be with you. He needs his dad who took care of him and loves him. He needs to stay with you."

But those little circles on your neck and his rough fingertips had you drifting off to sleep, and you sensed that was what he wanted. He seemed reluctant to let you be consumed by this. So you slept for a few hours on his warm thigh, only stirring when you really needed to go to the bathroom. He hadn't moved at all, but his hand was resting on your bare hip, and he was watching sports highlights on mute on the TV with the captions turned on.

"Baby," he murmured when you popped your head up and turned to look at him. So handsome. You climbed onto his lap and rested your head against his shoulder. He kissed your forehead and told you, "Penny's bringing Noah back in about an hour."

Your heart soared. That would give you enough time to cook something for him for dinner, and then you could play with him a bit before his bedtime. Before you had to leave. And then your heart sank, because you didn't want to go home. And you didn't want to see Penny. You were still so upset about what happened when Bradley got blindsided by Helen.

"I'll be back," you whispered, standing and heading for the bathroom. You took a few minutes to yourself. There was too much going on. And you thought that if you could sort everything out without Bradley distracting you with his hands and his lips you could make more sense of things. 

You wanted to be here when Penny dropped Noah off. You didn't want to hide what was going on. You wanted to stay and have dinner with your boys. You deserved that much. 

You wanted to help Bradley with Meredith. If there was some way you could aid in court or help him prepare, you wanted to do that. He deserved that much. And Noah deserved everything. 

You sighed and washed your hands, and when you opened the door, Bradley was standing there. "I just remade the bed, and I'd love to spend some time snuggling with you." 

You went with him and curled up against his huge body. He held you close and asked, "When is your graduation? I need to make sure Noah and I can be there."

The first thing that popped into your mind was the scary thought that maybe Bradley wouldn't be the one making plans for his son much longer, but you squashed it immediately. "I'll add it to your phone calendar since I assume you're too old to figure out how to do that," you replied, kissing the tip of his nose. 

He smirked and squeezed your butt so that you were smiling. "I appreciate that, distressingly young girlfriend."

You gasped. "Is that what I am? I thought you said no titles."

"You're my girlfriend," he said with a nod. "Just deal with it, okay? It's been only you for a while now. Your crown lives on my bedpost. I haven't had any other partners. Noah and I are in love with you. You're my girlfriend. My Princess."

You couldn't stop the smile from taking over your face. "Technically I'm Noah's Princess, too."

He sighed and studied your face. "I'm hoping you'll be more than that someday. Now let me put some real clothing on before Penny gets here." With a kiss to your cheek, Bradley grunted and climbed out of bed. You watched his body as he pulled on a US Navy tee shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. 

"Okay, what are you doing?" you asked, crawling across the bed toward him.

He gave you a funny look. "Getting...dressed?"

"No." You pulled him closer by the drawstring on his pants. "As your girlfriend, I'm telling you that you can't wear gray sweatpants around anyone except me. Or like maybe your doctor or something. Because even with underwear, I can see the outline of your dick. It's delicious looking, but no, Daddy."

He blushed. He actually blushed. And you smirked as he yanked them back off again and tossed them at your face. "You wear them, then." You laughed as he pulled on some jeans, complaining the entire time. Then you got out of bed and stepped into his sweatpants. You were sure you looked ridiculous in his too large sweatpants and sweatshirt, but you had nothing else to wear, so you rolled the pants at the waist. 

And then the doorbell rang. And now you actually weren't sure that Bradley would want Penny to see you here. You were about to ask him if that was the case, but he took you by the hand. 

"Noah is going to be so excited that I didn't completely fuck things up with you." He pulled you down the hallway and toward the front door, and before you knew it, Noah and Penny were right in front of you. When he saw you, his face lit up, and he started trying to wiggle out of Penny's arms. 

"Princess!"

You scooped him up as Penny laughed and handed Bradley a bag. "Here's some artwork that we made today. Plus some dirty laundry. We had so much fun making macaroni art with Amelia."

She smiled at you. She didn't look surprised to see you at all as you hugged Noah and kissed his round cheek. 

"Thanks, Pen," Bradley mumbled, digging through the bag. 

"No need to thank me," she replied, wringing her hands nervously now. "I owe you an apology." She was talking to you. Your eyes went a little wide. "I didn't know the two of you were together. If I had known, I would have never tried to set Bradley up. I really shouldn't have done it anyway," she added softly. 

You turned to look up at Bradley. "You told her about us?"

"Yes," he replied, slipping his arm around your shoulders and kissing his son on the head. "Of course I did."

"I should have known, honestly," Penny said, looking at Bradley with a smile. "By the way he said he wasn't using the dating app. And how he seemed calmer. More grounded."

Your cheeks felt warm as you pressed your lips together. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" you asked. "I'm making spaghetti."

"Spaghetti!" Noah cheered, but Penny shook her head. "I need to pick Amelia up from her friend's house. But thank you." And then she was kissing Bradley's cheek and closing the door as she left.

You were alone with your boys. This was all you'd been dreaming about recently. Noah's arms were around your neck, and Bradley was guiding you toward the kitchen, and you had tears in your eyes. 

"I love you," Noah whispered, and then you started crying. 

"I love you, too, sweet Noah."

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Bradley watched you tuck Noah into bed. You looked so good in his clothing and in his house. You looked perfect when you were with his son. He needed this to be his everyday life. 

You joined him in the hallway and whispered, "I'll get an Uber to take me home if you don't mind me borrowing your clothes."

"Stay," he replied softly. "Please, stay."

You bit your lip and started to slowly shake your head. "Tomorrow is Monday. You have work. I should go to campus and start on my job applications and final few assignments."

"You can do that from here. Use my computer. Please, stay."

You hummed softly. He would be more than happy to beg you not to leave, but you took him by the hand and kissed his wrist. "Okay. I'll stay. Leave me your computer and charger."

Then you turned toward his bedroom, pulling his sweatshirt over your head as you went. "Are you coming?" you asked him over your shoulder. He could see the silhouette of your peaked nipple in the dimly lit space, and he tripped along after you. 

"I'm coming, Baby," he rasped, and your soft giggle as you climbed into his bed had him reaching for you. The room was dark, and his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but your voice alone was making him hard.

"Come get me, Daddy."

He grunted and slipped his hand down the front of the sweatpants, and you gasped. He took his time. He made sure you were reacting just the way he wanted you to. And when he had you close, he asked, "Does anyone else make you feel as good as Daddy does?"

Your moan was so loud in the silent house that he had to cover your mouth with his. "No," you panted. "No." 

Then he flipped you over onto your knees and yanked the sweatpants down. "Good girl," he whispered, burying his face in your pussy from behind. 

"Daddy," you whined, and Bradley had to push your face down to the pillow to keep you quiet. With your ass in the air, he finished you off as you gushed a bit for him. 

"Fucking hell," he growled as he lapped at your pussy and unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free. With one clean movement, he was buried deep, bottoming out inside you. "Soaking wet." His face was tipped back, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep his composure. 

"Daddy!" you whined, bumping back against him harder, and that was it.

"Not too loud, Baby," he warned, wrapping one hand over your mouth and planting one hand on the bed. He pressed himself against your back and whispered in your ear, "You want Daddy to be sweet or rough?"

"Rough," you whimpered against his fingers before he shoved them in your mouth and slammed into you until he was seeing stars. You were a whimpering mess as Bradley filled you over and over again, and then he came so hard, he was afraid he was going to hurt you. But you seemed fine as he collapsed on top of your back. 

"You okay?" he asked, panting like he'd just run five miles. 

"Yes," you gasped softly. "So good."

"Will you let me fuck you like a sweet princess tomorrow?" 

You moaned softly. "Whenever you want."

He kissed along your neck and grunted. "Daddy needs a good night's sleep, Baby. Tomorrow."

And not ten minutes later, Bradley was sound asleep as you ran your fingers along his chest and told him you loved him. He never wanted you to leave.

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Gen 8 - Part 10

Henford-on-Bagley (Syndicated States of Strangreix)

The Elected Governate

It has been an extremely turbulent year for Henford. Many of the original residents left, leaving only the entitled few who tried to birth a child here to qualify for the previous Henford Elective. But once Queen-elect Annabelle Bongrin married Vengenge Chrix Strangreix and combined the two kingdoms, she abolished the election process in favor of ruling two kingdoms. But, seeing as the farming land was mostly empty and provided very little actual wealth, she decided to just make Henford part of the Syndicated States, and opts to choose a Governor or Governess for each election period to watch over the land.

And she has chosen Avaeana Strangreix, who moved there and started families to take power for herself. Seeing a potential threat that could be easily placated, Annabelle just gave Avaeana Henford and promised it to her for as long as Avaeana was alive. Since then, the new Governess has tried to make life in Henford as normal as possible. But she knows there’s those in the shadows looking to upend the status quo, and has been doing everything from making false promises to false alliances to ensure that no trouble occurs in her new kingdom. For now.

(from top left to right) Governess Avaeana Strangreix, Police Chief Lyra Bongrin, Advisor Lucia Bongrin, Brenden Xesuvixes (werewolf)

(from bottom left to right) Vindi Griselda Bongrin, Lady Eleanor Strangreix

Henford Life

Life in Henford-on-Bagley is miserable for its inhabitants. Those on farms are near overworked and no longer in ownership of their earnings or craft. Most of the new generations who were promised a shot in the elective now want to leave for much greener pastures. And former community leaders are left rotting in retirement homes with little access to the outside world.

Some keep their heads down and try to live peaceful lives, others ignore the whole process and do what they came to do: live far away from the royal nonsense. But Zakaraia Seindu-Bongrin is fulfilling his parent’s wishes for revenge against Annabelle Bongrin and those who turned Henford into a false bureaucracy.

(from top left to right) Lord Zakaraia Seindu-Bongrin, Lord Andrei Seindu-Bongrin, Lord Natan Seindu-Bongrin, Lord Lochlin Bongrin

(from bottom left to right) Lady Lazuli Strangreix, Lord Lapis Strangreix

Prince-elect (former) Finn Bongrin, Princess-elect (former) Islea Seindu-Bongrin, Dr. Penny Bongrin

Princess-elect (former) Beatrix Bongrin, Lord Micah Bongrin

(from top left to right) Jun Katazora (Yoshikawa), Tsukasa Yoshikawa

(bottom) Blair Yoshikawa

Princess (former) Senna Zilvu-Beerloith

Del Sol Valley (Seindu Kingdom/Independent)

Head of Entertainment

With the Seindu title Head of Entertainment passed around a couple of generations, current title holder Prince Jasih Seindu plans to give it back to the Braie family when he passes. Even in his old age, he enjoys lighting up a room when he enters and creating memorable movies with his captivating screen presence. He truly lived the life he wanted.

However, he hoped that his traumatized daughter would also want to live his life, but she refuses to leave the house. And while Kimra has enjoyed the shut-in life of famous streamers and influencers, Jasih really wanted someone who could keep her from being afraid of the world. Unfortunantly, Kimra chose fellow shut-in Zakanagi Shunsho, and the two never go past the front hall. While money has never been an object to the two, Jasih worries that the world will leave the two behind if they aren’t careful.

(from top left to right) Prince Jasih Seindu (head of entertainment), Princess-conjoin Emelyse Sinqui-Seindu, Prince-conjoin Zakanagi Shunsho, Princess-in-waiting Kimra Seindu

(bottom) Jax Seindu

DSV Life

Life is as good as can be in the star-studded town. Everyone here has made their fortune in one way or another, from movies to music to streaming media. Two musical powerhouses married and had children in the famous Braie estate, two fitness moguls who fought in the First Invasion survived and won, and look to help Strangerville with the next step. And the academy has not just become a place to hone in on famous skill building, but to mingle and hopefully matchmake with a future star.

(from top left to right) Princess Asa Braie, Prince Garreth Beerloith-Braie, Thindai (servo), Regan Kincaid

(bottom) Princess-in-waiting Xie Braie

(from top left to right) Crystala (servo), Princess-in-waiting Sage Sinqui-Seindu, Princept-honorary Vincent Stoddard, Princept-honorary Sammy Stoddard

(from bottom left to right) Lady Luna Garland, Prince-in-waiting Xan Braie

(from top left to right) Prim Jasemine Vakki, Princept-conjoin Bruno Vakki

(bottom) Prim-in-waiting Ossana Vakki

Copperdale (Seindu Kingdom)

The quiet mining town became a resident hub overnight when many student accessible homes came on the market. Those looking to live closer to their education come here to live, play and learn.

Prince Jenzen Seindu, Lady Nairca Zoldrae, Dusty Wade, Dulce Wade

(top) Princess Saedi Vranzeks

(from bottom left to right) Garret Ircids, Gunnar Ircids

[glitchybombs]

Some quickies of my TAWOG nextgen, Gracie Watterson, daughter of Gumball and Penny ;D

[starsweepersold]

sighs at team r.wby.

[defectivehero]

royal jealousy ii

PART 1 [you’ll have to read it to understand this :0]

“Are you alright, honey?” The princess’s mother, the queen, frowns at her. There’s a sympathetic look in her eyes that the princess would appreciate if the situation warranted it. However, she’s not saddened in the slightest. Even so, the princess knows she needs to put on a performance. With this in mind, she exhales slowly. 

“Yes, I’ll be alright.” Her mother pats her on the shoulder in a reassuring gesture, and the princess leans into it for a fraction of a second. Sometimes, she wonders if confiding in her parents would help. She then remembers the last time she tried to do that- the gentle yet firm reminder that the kingdom comes first. The good of their people will always be a higher priority than her own desires, and that is a fact she has begrudgingly grown to recognize. 

Cass has a questioning look in her eyes when the princess returns to the parlor after her meeting. The advisor doesn’t voice her thoughts- as she’s been trained not to do so, the princess frowns- and instead waits for her to explain. 

“It was fine,” The princess finds herself entirely unable to go into detail. Her advisor must catch on to her feelings, because she only nods. For a moment, silence stretches across the space.  

“How did you acquire that poison?” Her advisor’s voice breaks through the tension that had settled in the room. There isn't any sort of judgement in her voice, but there is something else. It sounds remarkably similar to concern. Kira wishes she could notice without remembering that it’s Cass’s job to be concerned.

“I have my sources,” the princess grins, thinking back to the stablehand that she somehow became friends with. The stablehand has an in with some of the traders on the outskirts of town- ones that will sell anything to get them a quick penny. It’s far from moral, sure, but the princess can’t find it in herself to care. “Anyway, I’m surprised you aren’t showing more disapproval.”

“Well,” Cass breaks off, an uncharacteristically hesitant expression on her face. The advisor rarely filters her words, yet now she seems to do so immediately. “That prince was rather unpleasant.”

“Understatement of the century,” the princess laughs momentarily. She can’t hold onto her amusement for very long, however, because there’s a question dominating her thoughts. “But, seriously. Why haven’t you, I don’t know, told someone about it?”

“My duty is to you, your majesty,” her advisor murmurs, so quietly that the princess has to strain to hear it. Fortunately she manages to discern what Cass is saying. Even when she does, it takes several moments for her to understand. 

“Oh,” the princess remarks dumbly. Something about that remark makes Cass laugh. It’s a laugh the princess hasn’t heard before- jaded, defeated and forced. She wonders if she’s missing something. She must be. 

“What is it, Cass?” The princess can’t stop the feelings of inadequacy that course through her. How can she consider herself the princess of the kingdom, if she can’t even understand what her advisor is trying to say. Cass shakes her head, a conflicted expression on her face. “You never keep secrets from me.” The princess frowns. 

“I haven’t been trying to keep it a secret,” her advisor replies, her gaze flitting about the room. There’s a deliberate vagueness to the statement, which sets off alarms in the princess's mind. Something is very wrong. She isn’t sure if she wants to know what it is. 

“What’s wrong?” Kira manages to choke the words out eventually, although it takes a few seconds longer than it should. Her heart is racing in her chest and she already regrets asking. 

“You really want to know?” The princess nods so quickly that her neck almost hurts. Cass sighs, clenching her fists in an uncharacteristic show of emotion. “You, Kira. I don’t want to watch you get married to someone else.

“It’s... I’ve already talked to your parents. I’m going to be the advisor for your brother, instead. It’s... the most logical course of action. I can’t... I shouldn’t... It'd be for the best.”

“What?” Kira can’t even bother to feel embarrassed at the way her voice cracks. No, she’s more focused on the part where Cass leaves her. She clenches her fists at her sides, forcing herself allow the other a chance to explain. 

“I can’t be your advisor,” Cass shakes her head, averting her gaze. Now that Kira thinks about it, the advisor has hardly met her gaze throughout their entire conversation. “It would be a conflict of interest.”

“You can’t be serious,” Kira remarks, her voice cracking in the middle of the sentence. Her heart is racing out of her chest for an entirely different reason. “You’re my advisor- you’re supposed to advise me. How can you do that if you don’t know me?”

For a blissful moment, the princess thinks she has gotten through to her advisor. She sees the other’s eyes widen and she thinks that she may have a chance. The moment she thinks so, however, Cass swiftly crushes those hopes.“You don’t need me, Kira. That is very apparent.”

The princess bites her tongue. Somehow, the words she wants to say are locked behind her lips. She wants to argue. She wants to raise an objection, throw the proof of her feelings in her advisor’s face. Kira doesn't do anything. Cass doesn’t either and, for a far too short time, they stare at each other. Princess and advisor. Friend and... well. Kira isn't sure if they're friends anymore. 

“Goodbye, Kira.” Cass, her [brother’s] advisor turns on her heel and takes a few steps towards the door. She hovers in the doorway, as if on the precipice of saying something else. The princess isn’t surprised to see Cass shake her head and close the door behind her. 

Kira stares at her closed bedroom door for a while. She can’t help but feel that Cass’s motion to close the door was a metaphor for the ending of their relationship. The princess doesn’t have to think about that for long before the dam breaks and tears slip down her face. Kira pulls her knees to her chest and sobs, for the first time in a long time. 

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[really unorganized] endnotes below :)

“Unfortunately, I don’t think I can keep doing this. My parents are going to catch on, if all of my potential suitors keep mysteriously dying.”

Her advisor is silent.

“I should probably just pick one that’s mildly tolerable. At least then we could be friends. That wouldn’t be so bad, I guess.”

^a part that i couldn’t really fit into the snippet. figured i'd just throw it down here, cause why not?

THE PRINCESS HAS A NAME NOW, FOLKS!!! yay!!!!

Note the distinction here: “I don’t want to watch you get married to someone else.” To Cass, any marriage Kira has will be painful, because it’s not with her. 

guys idk what happened, the angst just took hold of me. don’t worry, i do intend to make a part 3. [but, as always, no guarantees.]

tagging those that commented on part one: @yellowfog4 @wit-is-wisdom @noawhite @kjdrgn05 @lost-under-moonlight

[tommyspeakycap]

HF for how Tommy feels on his daughters wedding day please

first half is headcanons and the second half is a lil blurb!

tommy is quite literally distraught

like that’s no exaggeration he is literally heart broken

his baby, his whole world was getting married

for the past 20 years, you had been tommy shelby’s whole world

you were born when tommy was only 17

not even an adult yet himself

so it felt as though you had been with him most of his life

it had kind of just been you and him, in a sense

of course there was the rest of the clan too, and you were incredibly close to them as well

but your mother died in childbirth, so tommy was both mum and dad

he had to do it all alone in that sense

everyone tells him he should be so proud of how he raised you

because you’re sweet and kind

and you have that humour that the war took from tommy

you made people laugh like he had

and you were really the only person that could make him laugh

you were strong, like your mother tommy had always said

but you credit everything you are to him

he was the first man to love you, and teach you how you should be loved

he also taught you how you should be treated, generally a lot better than the average father would

tommy made sure that his daughter would be treated like a queen

you were his princess

so whomever you were to marry, you would be treated as their queen

he made absolutely sure of that

and that marrying was your choice

not something you were coerced into for money or business, but something you wanted

and it was

with a man who you had loved since 16

tommy liked him as much as he could like the man that was going to be taking his baby girls hand and changing her name

the thought of you not being (y/n) shelby, tommy shelby’s little princess, was earth shattering to him

although you had insisted you were keeping it in the middle

alas, tommy knew you were so loved by that man

be that as it may, all parties knew if he stepped a foot out of line or raised a finger in anything but gentility and love

then he would be struck down in a timely and violent fashion by tommy himself

tommy definitely cries that day too

“Tommy?” Grace’s voice immediately draws his attention towards her and away from his thoughts about the impending fact his little girl was getting married in half an hour. His eyes are that kind of wet that shows he’s fighting tears, that he won’t dare let them fall. Grace can see the lump he tries to swallow in his throat and a piece of her heart breaks for him as she sits down on the bench next to him outside the hall where the ceremony would take place. You were inside getting the dress on and getting your hair done with Polly and Ada and previously Grace before she had come out to see if her husband was okay.

He was not.

“Oh Tommy,” Her voice is so soft and caring as she wraps her arm around him and rubs his shoulder, hugging him to her slightly. “She looks so beautiful Tom, and god she’s so happy; can’t stop smiling at all. She still has that smile you talk about, the innocent one and it looks just like yours does sometimes.” Tommy clenches his jaw tightly, still refusing to let those tears go. She sees him clamp down his teeth over his bottom lip to stop it trembling. “It’s alright Tommy, this is good. She’s in love with a man who loves her so much. Almost as much as you do.”

Tommy shakes his head at that, one hand on his knee to brace himself as he tries to speak. “Not possible.” He snips, “And i loved her first.”

His voice breaks on that. The lip finally trembles and he hangs his head with a sharp inhale to let free that shoulder shaking sob. “She was my little baby. How is that my little girl in there? She used to-” Tommy had to pause again, roughly wiping his hand over his face to clear away the tears as he looks up at Grace, “She used to be this big,” he gestures with his hands in a way that she imagined was meant to be him cradling a baby. His voice sounds drastically different than she’s used to because it’s clouded by his tears and his agony.

“She used to ask me to brush her teeth and comb her hair and lift her up to wash her hands,” he bleats, images flashing through his mind of that short little girl who couldn’t reach the bathroom sink. He sees the little girl who stood on top of the toilet so he could brush those teeth and he can see the smile that little girl gave him all those nights when he asked to see to make sure he had brushed them right. “She used to climb into my bed every morning and she used to save up her tooth fairy money to buy us all gifts. She’d save food from her dinner for the dogs on the street and i swear on my life i don’t know how to live without her being my baby girl, Grace.” Tears continue to stream down his cheeks as Grace notices the black and white photograph that looked truly as though it had been through the war; as it had. it was stained and slightly run and it was crumpled. A little girl with a toothless grin and Tommy Shelby’s eyes, even with the lack of colour to the old photograph.

“It’s alright Tommy,” Grace hums, rubbing her husbands back soothingly, “She’s your little girl, she always will be.” She knew there was really nothing else she could say that would ease his pain. There was nothing anyone could do or say that would send you back to the little girl he would could throw over his shoulder and run around the house with. There was nothing that could ease the pain of a fathers aching heart when his baby girl becomes a woman who doesn’t need him like she used to.

“Thomas?”

He and Grace look up at Polly. The look in her eyes speaks for her . “She’s ready?” Tommy asks, prompting his aunt to nod her head with a smile. “Come on then, Tom!” Arthur calls from the grand doorway at the top of the steps to the hall. When Tommy and Grace reach him, Arthur wraps his arm roughly around his brothers shoulder and pulls Tommy into him. “Baby (y/n) getting fuckin’ married eh? Can’t fuckin’ believes she’s this fuckin grown up.” He shakes his head, taking his arm away from his brother when they reach the door of the dressing room where you were waiting. “Beautiful she is, Tom.” Arthur says, “Looks just like mum. In you go.” He ushers his younger brother in that door.

Nobody sees Tommy Shelby quite like you do, and he’s happy for it to stay that way. He’s known it since you were a tiny little girl wrapped up in his arms. He doesn't love anyone like he loves you, so it makes full sense that you are the only person in the world who he allows his vulnerability to fully leak through with. Although, he probably couldn't prevent it even if he tried.

Maybe that’s why he doesn't fight so hard to keep his eyes from welling up when he sees you standing there looking in the mirror, donned in the most beautiful white wedding gown that he’s ever seen. Placed in his hand is the stunning light veil that he had picked out for you. The headband was something like a tiara, because you were his princess and he truly believed that everything you had should be the best the world could offer. The dress too had been extortionate and you would never have gotten it had you known the price it had come to, but Tommy had never allowed you to know. He simply had the designers bring an array of dresses to his estate where you tried them all on with Polly, Ada, Lizzie, Grace, Linda and Esme to comment and complement each dress, as well ad aide you on picking the one that suited you the most with cost never a mention. Tommy had preached he ‘no expense spared’ approach the whole way through the planning of the wedding and any timenhe caught you trying to cut or manage costs, he simply shut you down and enforced the rule that the wedding planner was no longer allowed to discuss prices with you. 

He had truly created the most fantastical day for you, and he would have spent every single penny that he had if it meant giving you the most beautiful start to a new life that he could give. 

You had wanted him to be the one to place that veil on your head with the guidance of your hair dresser to ensure he didn't mess up the design of your hair. He had been the one to place little plastic tiaras on your head when you were merely a little girl who wanted to play princess dress up. He used to be the one to comb back your hair and twirl you around that Watery Lane kitchen with Arthur did the same with Ada and Polly laughed heartily from her seat at the table. 

It felt right to have him put a tiara on you one last time as baby Shelby. 

“You’re beautiful.” He breathes, his lips stretching into a wide and incredibly proud smile. “So, so very beautiful my darling.” Your cheeks blush ever so slightly and you lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, dad.” 

He wants to hug you tightly and never let you go. He wants to will and wish you back to the little girl that he used to twirl around all afternoon. He missed that little girl so much. He had so much love in his heart for you, so much that it overwhelmed him every time he had tried to acknowledge it over the course of your life. 

“I love you.” he says, his shaky voice conveying how much he actually means those words. “So much more than you can ever know. I’m going to miss you so much.” 

You breathe a short laugh, shaking your head at him. “I’m not going anywhere, dad. I’ll still be seeing you all the time. I’ll just have a different name.” You hold his hand tightly in yours as he leads you out of the dressing room and into the hall towards the large double doors that would take you to the isle. 

“Mhm,” he hums, “I suppose. You’ll understand what I mean someday. I just love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” 

“You two ready to go?” The wedding planner asks, watching as you turn to Tommy somewhat excitedly and nod. “You ready dad?” You ask, giving his had a reassuring squeeze. He sighs heavily, but nods his head too, removing his hand from yours and moving his arm so that you can link yours through his. His play on his mind before he says them, a small smile too playing on his lips as the nickname that he used to call you runs through his memory.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, my little love.” 

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Happy Saturday, hello, and welcome to everyone in our fantastic, amazing, beloved court! There have been some changes amongst the occupants of our kingdom so here are all the latest updates 💜

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The following roles and faceclaims are now open:

Tyshara Lannister (Second eldest daughter of Lord Jason and Lady Johanna) Celia Marbrand (neé Strong) (Younger sister of Harwin, Roslin, and Larys, and Lady in Waiting to Queen Rhaenyra) Prince Jaehaerys (Heir to Dragonstone) Jason Lannister (Lord of Casterly Rock)

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The following roles and faceclaims are now taken:

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Adelaide Kane

It seems the court has been corrected on its previous perceptions so please take note that:

Princess Visenya's faceclaim has been changed to Milly Alcock Lady Samantha "Sam" Hightower's faceclaim has been changed to Gabriella Wilde

Cristina Ricci is now available to use as a faceclaim Jodie Comer is now available to use as a faceclaim

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