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[tetzoro]

STRAWBERRY FRECKLES — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. portgas d. ace

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : feeding ace strawberries during some down time

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : fluff ! a little suggestive at one point — WC : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : i haven’t really written anything in almost a month but i enjoyed writing this so, so much !! i hope you enjoy ^_^ divider by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

ace had an aura like no other. the light, the warmth that he exuded was easy to fall into. a pool of molten lava that you think should burn you alive but ends up delicately caressing your skin, leaving gentle kisses in its wake.

a man the world sees as someone to be afraid of, someone that should be captured and answered for his crimes beams up at you with a smile that seeps through your skin, filling you with a warm glow that you couldn’t get anywhere else, shooing away any coolness left in your body.

times like these with ace were like no other. the two of you lived busy — extraordinary lives, ones that kept you at just out of arms reach from one another far too often. but the times you could steal a moment alone together was the very thing you both treasured most in this great big world.

the moby was busy, per usual, but today you had the luxury to hang back and relax. you and ace returning from a mission that left you both exhausted yet happy to be safely back in each other's arms.

earlier, you had the bright idea to sweeten the day a little, a reward for your heroics. sneaking into the kitchen, narrowly avoiding thatch and grabbing a small bowl full of the ripest strawberries you’d ever see.

a fruit that always brought your mind back to ace, the seeds resembling each little freckle on his face. the pinkish red color matching his skin whenever you caught him staring at you for a moment too long or anything that left him a little bashful.

nestled in a more private spot on the main deck, ace lays his head in your lap, looking up at you like he’s found the secret that ties this world together — or at least the one that ties his. you were his saving grace, his anchor, the one he was able to call home.

no matter how stormy his seas got, he always knew he’d have a safe place to rest his head — literally. in his favorite spot, he soaks up all of the love you have to give him like little rays of sun directly washing over him.

and the fact that you were feeding him definitely helped make him feel it all the more. gently reaching down with a strawberry for him to eat out of the palm of your hand, spoiling him as richly as he deserves.

“careful!” you warn him again, with absolutely no bite in your voice as his teeth stray dangerously close to the tips of your fingers. he would’ve taken you more seriously if you weren’t fighting for your life trying to choke back a giggle.

“‘m always careful!” he smiles, encircling your wrist with his hand, the muted heat from his palm warming you up from the inside out. he finishes chewing, bringing your fingers to his lips and placing a delicate, albeit sticky kiss on each one. “thank you for taking care of me.”

“of course.” you smile as he lets go of your hand. your softly caress his freckled cheek, freshly kissed fingertips running over each one as you map out the endless constellations, prettier than the night sky could ever show you. “it’s my most favorite thing in the world.”

his brown eyes glaze over, something inside of him dragging him back into the depths of his mind. the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out how lucky he was to be loved by someone like you, before morphing into something darker, if he even deserved your love.

something you find yourself easily reassuring him, as simple as breathing. loving ace was the thing you were put on this world to do and you’d do it again and again every day, for the rest of your life.

“what would i do without ya?” ace’s smile pops back up on his face before he opens it up, eagerly waiting for another berry.

“the real question is what would i do without you?” you boop his nose and he playfully scowls, closing his mouth when he realizes another berry isn’t coming yet. he had already eaten more than half of the ones you stole.

“you’ll never have to know.” he sits up, facing you now so your knees are touching, plucking a strawberry from its dish. “your turn.”

ace places the end of the berry in his mouth before leaning forward, waiting for you to take the other end. he watches as your lips wrap around the vibrant fruit before biting down, the juice gushing between your joined lips, coating you both in its sweet nectar.

you can’t help but suppress a giggle as you lean back, chewing your half of the strawberry. you watch as he eats his share, practically inhaling it.

ace makes a show of swallowing it down, an audible yet satisfied gulp that shows that berry was the best one yet.

strawberry coated lips meet yours as he presses them against you. moving and gliding in sync as you’ve done a thousand times before. warm palms run up your thighs before finding purchase in your lower back — effectively pulling you into his lap.

gone were the sweet moments with the strawberries, something else taking its place as ace’s tongue slips into your mouth and drowns out any rational thought you had left.

whisked away by his passion for you, getting lost in the love ace so easily basks you in, you didn’t hear the angry footsteps stomping your way.

“there you two are!” thatch’s voice rings out, breaking you two apart. you both jolt back, the evidence of strawberries coating your mouths. “i knew it was you guys who took those berries.”

“uh oh, look at the time! we better go!” ace yells, fiercely grabbing your hand. you all but trip as he pulls you up before dashing away with you in tow. thatch was still scolding you from where he stayed put, a playful smile on his face as he watched the two of you make your great escape.

but you couldn’t hear him — the only noise that filled your head was ace’s sweet laugh dancing in the air, swirling with the love you held for each other.

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

[k4marina]

— Prologue: Dragonstone|| Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a trip to Dragonstone goes a little wrong, or does it?

game of thrones x modern!reader

4.5k+ word count

sereis masterlist || next part

"Why are we doing this during the hottest day of the year, again?" Daeron mutters, using the brochure that was given to us at the beginning of the tour as a fan.

If I could, I would've replied, but the heat was also getting to me, draining away my energy. And, on top of the scorching heat, I'd just finished the last of my water. I pursed my lips together, the line wasn’t that long and I’m sure I can buy another overpriced water bottle after we visited the caves.

The group tour guide turned back to us, just as exhausted, and somewhat bashful. He said something, but I couldn't be bothered with it as I was too focused to not tip over from the heat. It was probably something like “only a few more minutes and we’ll be outta the heat, folks,” with an awkward smile or something.

The line to the caves under the castles was stupidly long, but it's no surprise. So much history was in those caves and so many mysteries had come full circle there. And, the deeper they dug, the more they uncovered the history of the Targaryens that lived there from when Aenar Targaryen moved his entire family to Dragonstone after his daughter, Daenys “the Dreamer” dreamed of the Doom of Valyria. 

"Who's idea was it to come here for our research trip?" I didn't bother looking over at him, knowing that I'd be blinded by the sun that shone directly behind his big head.

“Shut up. Your voice is giving me a headache.” I quipped. “Besides, almost everything on this island is connected to the Targaryens. It might come useful when we have to write our research paper.”

The line moved up until our group was at the front of the line. A small group of students, along with Daeron and I, were on Dragonstone for our research projects. Some of the other students had decided to stay in Kings Landing or go to other parts of Westeros for their research.

Everyone was to spend a week in their respective areas and gather all the information they needed before heading back to Kings Landing to write and then later present their topics. Some chose to do it themselves whilst others, like us, decided to go with someone else.

Today was the first day of our stay on Dragonstone. Daeron and I had decided to check out the caves and the island's beaches before we would explore the labyrinth-like castle.

I rubbed the side of my head, feeling a headache approaching. My hand reached up to my necklace that rested on my chest. The chain was long enough for it to hang in the dip of my breast.

Not only did I come here for my project, but also for me. The necklace around my neck has been in my family for generations, but no one knows from where. It’s made entirely of Valyrian Steel, which was rare back in the day, and even rarer now.

As a child, I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I grew older and more curious that I started asking questions. First to my family, but all I got was even more confusing answers that led me nowhere. Then I turned towards the internet, scouring for hours until I had found it.

On the official Dragonstone website, I found pictures of the caves under the castle and possibly under the entire island. On one of the walls was a crude hand drawing of my necklace. Two dragons around a sword with a ruby in the middle –though, the ruby was replaced with a red dot. Regardless, the cave painting matched. 

The line moved up and Daeron gently pushed me up while I was lost in my thoughts. “You good?” He asks. I nod, “Yeah. The heat’s just a lot.” He gives an understanding look. Once the tour guide is given the green light, he begins to lead up to the entrance of the cave.

"Ready?" Daeron asks. I nodded and we begin walking. Once we entered the cave, my jaw was on the floor. I had seen pictures of the caves, but seeing it in real life was far more beautiful.

The deeper we got we could see the cave paintings done by the Children of the Forest which Daenerys and Jon had found. As the guide droned on about the cave paintings, I could feel my headache intensify. Why was it so hot in here? 

The deeper and deeper we went into the caves, the worse it got. My chest started to feel heavy. I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The back of my throat burned and I felt like throwing up, but I pushed forward. 

My eyes raked the the cave walls, Where was it? Finally, I was able to see it. The markings were next to a few unknown ones. A sign with some information was hung up next to it. Despite my head pounding I was still able to read the bold words. 

Unknown markings made by who researchers believe are the Targaryens. The paint used seemed to be as old as when Aenar Targaryen moved his family to Dragonstone.

By the time I finished reading, I could feel my head pounding so loudly in my ear. It felt like an ice pick was being hammered into the side of my head. I could hear muffled voices call out, but to who I didn’t know. The room started to spin and a ringing sound filled my ears.

A hand, most likely Derons, reached out and turned me around. I could see his mouth moving, but no words coming out. My chest felt like it was overheating while my head continued to throb. Everything turned blurry and then it went black.

When I woke up, I was still in the cave. The cold stone floor had helped with bringing my body temperature down. And, my head didn't hurt anymore. After getting up, I looked around the cave. It was darker, and quiet.

Where was everyone?

Carefully, I made my way out of the cave. It was harder to walk out of the cave and the spotlights that were on the walls weren’t on. Once I was outside I was met with the night sky.

All the tents and other buildings around the beach were gone, as if they'd never been there.

Okay, this is weird.

"Hello?" My voice came out horse like I hadn’t spoken in a long time. "Hello? Is anyone there? Daeron?" 

My feet moved on their own and I tried to find someone, anyone. But there was no one. How could a populated area with tents and buildings disappear within hours?

Retracing my steps, I found the stairs that would lead me back to the Help Center that were posted around for lost tourists, but like the beach, there was nothing. Matter a fact, even the lamppost that were posted into the ground, the banners, the signs –everything was gone.

"What the actual fuck?" Panic creeped up and I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. "Gods, If this is some kinda sick fucking joke..."

At this point, I was running towards the castle. For what? I didn't know, but surely there had to be something there. The grand doors seemed to be closed so I tried to find another way in. I guess you could say I found something like a side door that took a little force to open. 

The inside of the castle was grand. High walls, banners held high, candles and lamps lit all around. Truly, it was amazing. As I was gawking at the architecture I failed to notice unknown voices walking towards me. 

“Halt!” Two unknown men dressed in what looked like armor cornered me, pointing their spears at me. “State your name! Who are you?” 

I stuttered out my name, raising my hands up so they could see I wasn’t a threat. “I’m not going to do anything, I swear.” 

The two men shared a look and a few hushed words before one of them walked over to me, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me along. 

“Ow!” I tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. “What the fuck dude. I said I wasn’t a threat.”

“Khaleesi will decide if you are or are not a threat.” The man who wasn’t holding onto me said. 

Khaleesi? What Khaleesi?

“Oh please don’t tell me I just walked into those real-life roleplaying things.” I groaned, earning side eyes from both of the men. 

They led me down a series of hall ways, each one intricate as the other until we stood outside of a set of polished stone double doors. Another pair of men dressed just like the cosplayers that brought me here stood in front of the doors. Without having to say any words they opened the grand doors. 

Slowly, I could see the inside being revealed. 

There, on the elevated platform stood the Throne of Dragonstone, where all the Targaryen heirs of the Iron Throne sat as they took the title “Prince of Dragonstone.” A light push brought me back as I was dragged closer to the throne. 

“Khaleesi,” the guard called out. Before I could ask who they were speaking to, an unknown voice answered. 

“What is it?” 

Light footsteps were heard from behind a wall and a woman emerged from behind it. Except it wasn’t just any woman. Even a child would know who she was. Everyone around the world knows her. 

She was Daenerys Targaryen. 

Mother of Dragons. 

The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.

The Unburnt.

The Breaker of Chains. 

I could feel time slow down as I watched her walk over to the throne and sit down. My blood turned cold as she sat in front of me. 

No.

No.

She’s dead.

This can’t be happening.

It’s not possible.

It’s not. I have better chances of reviving dragons than traveling back in time-

“What is this?” Daenerys eyed me, confused at my appearance and why I was even here before looking at the two men. 

“We found this unknown woman wandering around the castle, Your Grace.” 

She eyed me, as if wanting me to plead my case, but the words died in my throat. Why wouldn’t they when Daenerys fucking Targaryen was right in front of me. A million thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t rack my brain to find one answer. 

Daenerys squinted before speaking again, this time directly towards me. “Who are you?” The High Valyrian rolled easily off of her tongue like a true Targaryen. Those three words held so much power and conviction, like a true Queen.

“Y/n Vellarys!…” I rushed to reply in Valyrian. 

“You speak good Valyrian.” She praises, but it's quickly pushed away. “But that doesn’t explain what you are doing here.”

What should I do? I bit my bottom lip as nervousness filled my body. 

Knowing that if I lie, I’ll be fileted, I took a deep breath before responding. “I don't know. I.. I,” I paused, not knowing if I should continue. If this was real then I only wanted her to know, “Can we be alone.. please?” 

The two men besides me visibly tense up, but don’t speak up. Daenerys looks down at us, seemingly in thought before she nodded. The two men bow before turning around to leave. The double doors closed with a loud thud. 

“We’re alone now, you may continue.” 

I nervously swallowed. Here we go. “This might sound weird, but.. I don’t know how I got here. I.. I woke up in the caves under the castle… alone.”

Daenerys’ face stayed neutral as I relayed the information. She seemed to take some time to process what I had just said. “Do you think I’m a fool?” 

I could feel my heart fall all the way down. Fuck.

“You woke up in the caves alone?” She repeats. “Not even a child would come up with such a stupid story like this.”

“N-n-no, Daener- I mean, Your Grace. I swear to the Gods that I’m telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Especially when you could get rid of me with your dragons in a second.”

She seemed to mull over my words, as if weighing her options. “Alright, let's say you’re telling the truth. Your story still doesn’t make sense. How do you just “wake up” in a cave?” 

Now or never, I guess. 

“Actually,” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not from here. I come from-” The future. Fucking hell, how cliché. “-I come from a different… time.” 

Daenerys squinted and I could see the clogs in her brain moving. “You mean you’re from the future?” 

Jeez. Ripped the bandage right off. 

“Well –uh, yes,” I say. “I was touring the caves and then I –I fell unconscious or something, I still don’t know, I just know that when I woke up I ended up here.” 

I let out a frustrated sigh. What if this was just a dream and that all of this is just my imagination running wild. 

“That necklace.” 

Huh? What is she talking about? 

 I looked up, confused. “What?” 

She pointed towards my chest. I looked down and I could see my necklace was out. “What about it?” I asked.

“Where did you get it?” 

“It’s mine.” I replied. “It’s been in my family for generations. Why?” 

Now it was Daenerys’ turn to look a little nervous. 

“I’ve seen it in my dream.”

“Your dream? Like, one of those Dragon Dreams?” I ask. She gives a nod, “While we were sailing to Dragonstone I had a dream of a woman with silver hair and that necklace. Because I couldn’t see her face, I thought it was me. I’ve turned the treasury over looking for them; however, it seems that I dreamt of you.”

Ho-ly Fuck. Daenerys’ dreamt about me. What the hell. I’m about to throw up. 

“What?” Now it was my time to be skeptical of what was being said. “You dreamt about me and my necklace?”

She nodded. “It seems odd, but a Dragon Dream has never been wrong.”

“Ture, but that still leaves a lot of blanks.” My hand subconsciously went up to hold my necklace while I tried to think back. 

The deeper I walked into the cave the more my head started to hurt, but that was most likely because of dehydration… probably. But then there was a burning feeling on my chest when I looked at the symbol on the wall that matched my necklace and the burning feeling got even more intense and it felt like it was about to burn my skin-

“Fuck.” I groaned, letting go of the necklace. The outburst made Daenerys frown, “Are you alright?”

I looked down at my hands and at my necklace before looking into her eyes. “I think my necklace tried to burn me, like last time.” 

“Last time?” She frowned. “How can a necklace burn someone?”

“I don’t know. It happened before I passed out in the cave.” I let out a sigh. “Gods, what is going on.” 

“It seems that this was the God's doing,” Daenerys says, as if it was a fact. “They’ve brought you here.” 

“The Gods?” I repeat. Sure, in some sense they did bring me here. “But why?” 

“That may be something for you to find out.” Daenerys stood from the throne, walking down the steps until she was right in front of me. “I was lost once, but then the Gods gifted me my children to show me my true purpose.” 

“The Iron Throne.” I thought back to my history classes where I learned that for the fight for the Iron Throne, Daenerys lost her life as she fell into what historians said was “Targaryen Madness,” but I’ve always felt that there’s more to it. 

“It’s late, I’ll have the servants bring you to a spare room for you to rest in for the night.” As if on cue, the guards from before stepped up to us. “We can talk further tomorrow morning.”

Daenerys turned to leave from where she came from. The guards bowed as she left. Once she was gone they brought me to a spare room somewhere in the castle, this time without having to pull me around. 

The hallways were nearly empty, meaning there weren’t a lot of people living here or servants working in the castle. The most I’d seen was guards posted around. Once we were in front of two thick double doors the guards stepped back waiting for me to open them. 

It took a little force to open the door, but once I was inside, my jaw was on the floor. Despite everything being made of stone, the walls were covered in rich tapestry. There was a giant bed with lavish looking furs laid atop the bed and maroon bed sheets. 

Behind me, a servant walked in with a few sets of clothes and laid them on the bed. “We’ve prepared you some clothes,” she said. “Would you like to change now or take a bath?” 

As if on cue, I could feel how dirty I was since I was practically on the cave floors for Gods knows how long. 

“A bath would be fine, thank you,” I replied. It honestly felt weird watching servants work. Not that it was bad, just the fact that in the modern day you don’t have them. Sure maybe someone who cleans your home or makes you food, but servants?

Once they had pulled out the massive tub and manually poured in the hot water they led me to the tub. One of their hands went up to my shirt's edge and the other to my pants. 

“W-wait!” They all looked at me confused. 

“Is everything alright, My Lady?” One of the servants asked. 

No it’s not. You’re taking my clothes off. And sure, it’s your job to do practically everything for a highborn, but that ain’t me. 

“Uh, there’s no need for… all of this. I can do it myself.” 

“Are you sure?” Another girl asked. “It’s our duty to serve you.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” I replied awkwardly. “Just not really used to all of… this. Um, anyways I can take it from here. You guys can go…” 

I internally cringed at my words. Gods, I sounded like an idiot, but could you blame me? 

The girls reluctantly agreed, leaving me alone in the room. Once they were gone I let out a sigh and began to undress myself. The water was hot, but it was fine since I practically liked showering in lava every morning. 

Settling into the tub I finally relaxed. This entire thing was just so… bizarre. At first, I thought it was some sort of dream, but that searing pain I felt wasn’t something I could just imagine. 

My necklace burned me. 

And it burned me when I first saw the markings on the cave walls. I looked down at my chest and hand, but saw nothing. 

Okay, weird. 

That aside, why was I even brought here? Why me? What do I have that made me so special that I had to be flung into this era of time?

“Think, y/n, think,” I muttered to myself. The dream. Daenerys’ dream about the necklace. But wait, no history books said anything about her having a dragon dream. Could this maybe be connected?  

For the next hour, I mulled over my options while I soaked in the tub that had turned lukewarm. Having enough, I got up and grabbed the towels that the servants had thankfully set close for me. 

The clothes that they had laid out for me were a bunch of nightgowns. Thankfully, they were my size. I decided to wear a simple white nightgown. 

Laying under the mountain of covers and blankets, I finally let myself completely relax, falling asleep. Hopefully tomorrow’s discussions can help this situation get better or at least easier. 

I woke up to the sun glaring down into my face. Groaning, I turned to my side, hoping to get some more sleep. But the damage was done. 

I could hear light shuffling in the room and things being moved around. When I opened my eyes, I was nearly flash-banged. All the windows (that are floor to ceiling length) were opened and the curtains were drawn back. 

A few servants from last night and a few new faces worked around the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, catching the attention of one of the girls. 

“Good morning, My Lady. Did you sleep well?” 

“Morning,” my voice came out a little low and rough. “What’s going on?” 

“We’re getting you ready for the day,” the girl replies, matter of factly. “You will be having your morning meal with the Queen. We’ve already drawn you a fresh new bath and arranged a new set of clothes.” 

I looked at where the tub was last night, nothing that was gone, along with my clothes. 

“Where are my clothes?” I asked. 

“We’ve sent them to get washed,” the servant replied. “My Lady, if i may…” 

I nodded for her to go on. “We’ve never seen such clothes like yours before. They remind us of what the men wear however, yours are a bit more.. different.” 

“Oh, that. They’re just something that I made.” I lied. Thinking back to last night, I’m confused I didn’t get as many weird looks as I should have wearing my jeans and shirt. It's not really the typical Westerosi fashion for this time. 

“The bath is ready.” Another girl says. 

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, following them to another room adjacent to this one. The room was a massive bathroom that could function as a bathhouse. 

There was a massive tub nestled into the floor. The windows were also huge but a little higher up, letting in some natural light. I could tell the water was hot just by how much it was steaming. 

Carefully, the servants began to undress me. They led me into the water and began adding what I can only assume are oils and salts. Truthfully, it felt like I was at some fancy spa with how they washed my body and hair. 

Once that was done, they helped me into a beautiful white dress with a dark teal and gold design. I felt like a model wearing such a beautiful dress. I let my hair down, not wanting it in any style (or knowing any styles of this period). 

A servant walked me to the dining room where Daenerys was waiting for me. She wore a light blue dress with her hair braided and her three headed dragon pin.  

“Good Morning,” she greeted. 

“Morning uh, Your grace.”  I replied. ���Sorry, I’ve never called anyone “your grace” before.” 

She brushed it off, motioning for me to take a seat next to her at the table where the food was already prepared. 

“How did you sleep?” She asks, beginning to eat. 

“Fine, surprisingly.” I reached down to grab a fork for my food. “How about you?” 

Was I really making small talk with Daenerys Targaryen? 

“Mine as well,” she smiled. “I was hoping we could talk a little before I had to go meet my small council.” 

“Okay, what did you want to talk about?” I wanted to smack myself. Every time I spoke it was full of nerves and anxiety. 

“Let’s start with you. Your name and where you’re from.” Daenerys says confidently. “Judging by your looks, you’re of Valyrian descent.” She says, eyeing my silver hair. 

“Yes,” I nodded. “My family moved from Volantis to the Eyrie. My family is known to be of the Old Blood in Volantis.” 

“The Old Blood?” Daenerys says, surprised. 

The Old Blood are a group of people in Volantis that have proven to be the last remaining families of Valyria. They live in a perched area of the city that only they can walk. All the families in that area still continue their Valyrian traditions and practices, just minus the dragons. 

I nodded, “My father is the youngest of four sons, so he thought ‘why not move to westeros and start something there?’ knowing that he wouldn’t have to really carry on the family name.” 

“And your family name is Vellarys?” She recalled from last night. 

“Yes. We’re known for our jewelry making in Volantis. That’s why my father moved to Westeros, to open a shop there without having to take over the business and stress like his older brother.

“As for myself, I have two older brothers. One is working to be a doctor,” Daenerys frowned at that, confused, “uh, it’s like a Maester. The other is helping my father run the shop.” 

“And what about yourself?” 

“I’m in school. I go to the University of Kings Landing.” 

“The.. University of… Kings Landing?” 

“Well, after the monarchy was sorta let go, they turned certain parts of the Red Keep and other castles into Universites -places to go for higher studies, like the.. Citadel for example.” 

Daenerys nods, understanding some of it. 

“I study the era of The Game of Thrones as well as Targaryen History.” 

“The Game of Thrones?” She repeats. “What is that?” 

“It’s, uh, what we call this time period. It ranged from the death of King Robert to,” the death of Daenerys Targaryen, “to now, and a little later. We look into how the events after Robert’s death played out and how people fought for the Iron Throne.” 

“Like a game.” She says. 

I nodded. “Yes, like a game. There’s this quote that Cersie Lannister said to Ned Stark that summed it up, “When you play the game of thrones, You win or you die,”.”

“I see,” Daenerys looks down at her plate in thought. “And what about me?” 

Oh fuck. 

“What about you?” I say, acting innocent. 

“What happened to me?” 

I purse my lips together. Should I say it? I mean, it’s a good segway to what I want to really say… if this part goes well. 

“You…” I nervously swallowed. “You die… before you could even claim the throne.” 

The fork in her hand hits the ceramic plate with a loud clunk. 

“What?” 

Nervously, I looked into her. “You were killed… after you burned Kings Landing to ashes.” 

She frowned. “You're lying. I would never do such a thing. Me? Burning down Kings Landing? 

And the Red Keep, but I’ll keep that to myself. 

“I’m not lying, Daenerys. After you died, Drogon picked you up and flew you away. We still haven’t found your or his body.” 

Daenerys' hands started to shake at the information I had just thrown at her. Carefully, I placed mine over hers. 

“Daenerys,” I said softly. “Breath. You’re fine, nothing has happened so far.” 

Slowly, I could feel her hands stop shaking and her breathing seemed to steady. 

“What do you mean so far?” 

I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze although, I can’t tell if it was for me or her. 

“Meaning, I can help you.” 

She looks at me, puzzled. 

“Daenerys, I can help you take the Iron Throne.” 

okayyyy so it's finally here after many rewrites. let me know if you guys liked the first person POV. its my first time writing it like this, typically i do second POV. more to come in later chapters. also, i will be changing a few things, nothing major. one personal head cannon that i have is that jon isn't really named aegon, but jaehaerys. makes a lil more sense in my brain. also, i'll maybe be using some info from the books. and if you guys have any suggestions with y/n's character and other stuff please feel free to let me know. don't worry there will be more story and character development in the coming chapters.

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Brisbane Heat vs Adelaide Strikers: Big Bash League (BBL) Dream 11 Team Prediction

Hello cricket fans! Welcome to another exciting cricket prediction article. Today, we're diving deep into the upcoming Big Bash League (BBL) match between Brisbane Heat and Adelaide Strikers. This match is scheduled for December 22, 2024, at the iconic Brisbane Cricket Ground. If you’re looking to build a powerful Dream 11 team and want insights into player performance, pitch conditions, and match strategies, you’re in the right place!

Brisbane Heat vs Adelaide Strikers: Big Bash League (BBL) Dream 11 Team Prediction In this article, we'll provide you with detailed player analysis, team strategies, and other essential tips to help you create a winning Dream 11 team. So, grab your cricket gear, and let’s get started!

Match Details

MatchDateVenueBrisbane Heat vs Adelaide StrikersDecember 22, 2024Brisbane Cricket Ground

Overview of Brisbane Heat

Team Profile Brisbane Heat, known for their aggressive batting and energetic gameplay, is one of the prominent teams in the BBL. With a strong lineup that includes both experienced players and emerging talents, they are always a team to watch. The team has seen ups and downs in previous seasons but is eager to make a mark this year. Key Players to Watch - Joe Burns - Role: Opening Batsman - Strengths: Joe Burns brings a wealth of experience to the team. He is known for his solid technique and ability to anchor the innings. His ability to rotate the strike and build partnerships is crucial, especially in the powerplay overs. - Chris Lynn - Role: Batsman - Strengths: Lynn is a destructive batsman with a high strike rate. He has a penchant for big hits and can change the game's momentum in a matter of overs. His performance in home games has often been exceptional, making him a key player for the Heat. - Marnus Labuschagne - Role: All-Rounder - Strengths: Marnus is known for his all-round capabilities. As a batsman, he has been in great form internationally, and his spin bowling adds depth to the Heat’s bowling attack. His ability to play in crucial situations makes him invaluable. - Lachlan Fergusen - Role: Fast Bowler - Strengths: Fergusen has a knack for taking early wickets, which can set the tone for the match. His speed and ability to swing the ball make him a formidable opponent, especially in the initial overs. - Chad Sayers - Role: Bowler - Strengths: An experienced bowler who can bowl economically and take wickets at crucial times. Sayers’ experience in different conditions can be beneficial in pressure situations. Recent Form Brisbane Heat's recent performances have shown promise. They have a good mix of youth and experience. In their last few matches, they have focused on aggressive batting while maintaining a balanced bowling attack. If they continue this momentum, they could be a tough competitor in this match.

Overview of Adelaide Strikers

Team Profile Adelaide Strikers are known for their balanced approach and strategic gameplay. With a blend of power hitters and skillful bowlers, they can adapt to different match situations. The Strikers are looking to improve their standings in this season and will be eager to showcase their talents against Brisbane Heat. Key Players to Watch - Paul Stirling - Role: Opening Batsman - Strengths: Stirling is an explosive opener who can score runs quickly. His ability to hit boundaries in the powerplay overs is crucial for setting a strong foundation for the innings. - Rashid Khan - Role: Bowler - Strengths: Rashid is one of the best T20 bowlers in the world. His leg-spin bowling can take wickets at critical junctures and create pressure on the batting side. He is also handy with the bat, capable of scoring quick runs down the order. - Matt Renshaw - Role: Batsman - Strengths: A reliable middle-order batsman, Renshaw can stabilize the innings when wickets fall. His ability to play spin and pace well makes him a key player in the batting lineup. - Jake Weatherald - Role: Batsman - Strengths: Weatherald is known for his elegant stroke play and can score big runs. He has a good record in the BBL and is capable of playing match-winning innings. - Peter Siddle - Role: Bowler - Strengths: The veteran pacer brings a wealth of experience and can be crucial in the death overs. His ability to bowl yorkers and maintain tight lines makes him a valuable asset. Recent Form Adelaide Strikers have shown consistent performances in the league. They have a well-rounded team that can chase down scores or defend totals effectively. Their recent matches indicate they are gaining momentum, making them a formidable opponent for Brisbane Heat.

Pitch and Weather Conditions

Pitch Report The Brisbane Cricket Ground, known for its bouncy pitch, generally favors batsmen. The surface is usually good for scoring runs, especially in the first innings. However, fast bowlers can also get assistance due to the bounce and carry. It’s essential for teams to assess the conditions during the toss, as the pitch can wear down, making it difficult for batting later in the game. Weather Forecast The weather in Brisbane during December is typically warm. On the day of the match, the temperature is expected to be around 28°C (82°F). There might be some cloud cover, but rain is not predicted. However, it’s always good to check the weather closer to the match day as conditions can change.

Dream 11 Team Creation

When creating your Dream 11 team, consider the following tips to ensure you have a competitive squad: 1. Balance Your Team Make sure to select a balanced team that includes a good mix of batsmen, bowlers, and all-rounders. A balanced approach ensures that you can score runs while also picking up wickets. 2. Player Form and Fitness Select players who are in form and have been performing well in recent matches. Pay attention to any injuries or fitness concerns that may affect their performance. 3. Consider Team Combinations Look at how the teams are likely to combine their players. For example, if a team has several left-handed batsmen, picking bowlers who are effective against lefties could be beneficial. 4. Focus on All-Rounders All-rounders can score runs and take wickets, making them valuable in Dream 11. Including all-rounders increases your chances of scoring points in multiple areas. 5. Captain and Vice-Captain Selection Choose your captain and vice-captain wisely. The captain earns double points, so selecting a player likely to perform well is crucial. Your vice-captain earns 1.5 times the points, so choose a solid player as well. Suggested Dream 11 Team Based on the current form and match conditions, here’s a suggested Dream 11 team for the Brisbane Heat vs. Adelaide Strikers match: Player NameRoleTeamJoe BurnsBatsmanBrisbane HeatPaul StirlingBatsmanAdelaide StrikersChris LynnBatsmanBrisbane HeatMatt RenshawBatsmanAdelaide StrikersMarnus LabuschagneAll-RounderBrisbane HeatRashid KhanBowlerAdelaide StrikersLachlan FergusenBowlerBrisbane HeatJake WeatheraldBatsmanAdelaide StrikersChad SayersBowlerBrisbane HeatPeter SiddleBowlerAdelaide StrikersBen CuttingAll-RounderBrisbane Heat Captain and Vice-Captain Picks - Captain: Chris Lynn – His ability to score quickly makes him a great choice for captaincy. - Vice-Captain: Rashid Khan – As a top bowler and a handy lower-order batsman, he can contribute significantly.

Match Prediction

This match promises to be thrilling, with both teams having strong players. Brisbane Heat, playing at home, may have a slight advantage. However, Adelaide Strikers' balanced lineup and their recent form make them formidable opponents. In this encounter, it could come down to how well the teams handle pressure situations. If Brisbane Heat can get off to a strong start with the bat, they could set a challenging total. Conversely, if Adelaide Strikers can take early wickets, they may dominate the match. Final Thoughts This upcoming match between Brisbane Heat and Adelaide Strikers is sure to be an exciting one! Make sure to check the final line-up and player conditions before making your final Dream 11 selections. Enjoy the game, and may your team score big! For more cricket updates and predictions, check out our previous articles on lotuscricket.in. Don’t forget to engage with us in the comments section about your predictions and thoughts on the match. Happy cricketing! Read the full article

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Best Fantasy Sports Apps for Cricket Fans

Cricket is more than just a sport—it’s a passion for millions of fans worldwide. With the rise of fantasy sports, cricket lovers now have an exciting way to engage with their favorite game. Fantasy cricket apps let fans create their dream teams, compete with friends, and earn rewards, all while staying deeply connected to the sport. In this blog, we’ll explore the best fantasy sports app for cricket fans, focusing on their standout features and what makes them the top choices for cricket enthusiasts.

Why Fantasy Cricket is So Popular

Fantasy cricket combines the thrill of the sport with strategy and competition. Fans can pick their favorite players, create customized teams, and score points based on real-world performances. This interactive format has skyrocketed in popularity because:

It adds excitement to every match: Watching games becomes even more thrilling when your fantasy team is in action.

It sharpens strategic thinking: Choosing the right players based on form, pitch conditions, and match scenarios requires careful planning.

It connects fans: Competing with friends or other players worldwide creates a sense of community.

With so many fans embracing fantasy cricket, choosing the best fantasy sports app can make all the difference.

Must-have Features for Cricket Fans

Not all fantasy sports apps are created equal. The best fantasy sports apps for cricket fans offer features that enhance the gaming experience. Here are some key elements to look for:

User-friendly interface: The app should be easy to navigate, even for first-time users.

Multiple game formats: Options like daily fantasy leagues, season-long contests, and head-to-head games add variety.

Real-time updates: Live scores, player stats, and performance tracking keep users engaged.

Wide coverage: The app should include international matches, domestic leagues, and popular tournaments like the IPL, Big Bash, and The Ashes.

Secure payments: For apps that offer cash prizes, secure payment options are essential.

Community features: Chat rooms, leaderboards, and private leagues let fans connect and compete with friends.

Tips for Choosing the Best Fantasy Sports App

With so many options available, how do you pick the right one? Here are a few tips:

Check the app’s reputation: Read reviews and ratings on app stores to see what other users are saying.

Explore free league's first: Before investing money, try out the app’s free contests to get a feel for its features.

Look for promotions: Many apps offer welcome bonuses or discounts for new users.

Focus on security: Ensure the app has reliable payment options and data protection.

Test the interface: A clean, easy-to-navigate app can make your experience much more enjoyable.

Why You Should Start Today

Whether you’re a die-hard cricket fan or just starting to explore fantasy sports, using the best fantasy sports app can take your love for cricket to the next level. These apps let you showcase your knowledge, compete with others, and add an extra layer of excitement to every match.

Fantasy cricket apps are not just games—they’re a way to feel closer to the sport you love. So, why wait? Pick an app, create your dream team, and join the action today.

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How To Transform A Function Venue Into Your Dream Event?

Planning an event is both exciting and challenging. Whether it's a wedding, corporate gathering, or birthday bash, the venue is pivotal in setting the tone. 

If you've chosen one of the function venues In Yarraville for your upcoming event, you're already on the right track! Let’s explore how you can transform that space into your dream event.

1. Visualise Your Dream Event

Before diving into the specifics, visualise what your dream event looks like. Is it elegant and sophisticated or fun and vibrant? Your vision will guide every decision, from décor to layout. With the flexibility offered by Yarraville function venues, you can let your creativity shine, whether you're aiming for a minimalist chic look or a grand, elaborate setup.

2. Customising the Layout

Function venues are typically designed to be versatile, allowing you to customise the space according to your needs. Start by considering the flow of your event. Where will the guests enter? Where will the main activities take place?

For instance, if you're hosting a wedding at one of the Yarraville function venues, you should create distinct zones for the ceremony, dining, and dancing.

Tips for Layout Customisation:

Use furniture strategically: Arrange tables, chairs, and lounges to encourage mingling.

Create focal points: Whether a stage, dance floor or a central floral arrangement, focal points draw attention and help organise the space.

Don’t forget the details: Lighting, signage, and even the placement of the bar can make a big difference in how your event flows.

3. Choosing a Theme

A theme can tie all the elements of your event together, creating a cohesive and memorable experience. The great thing about Yarraville function venues is that they can adapt to various themes, from rustic charm to modern elegance.

Popular Themes:

Vintage Glam: Think old Hollywood with luxurious fabrics, chandeliers, and classic cocktails.

Garden Party: Incorporate greenery, floral arrangements, and outdoor elements, even if you're indoors.

Modern Minimalism: Keep it sleek with monochrome colours, simple décor, and clean lines.

4. Personalising the Décor

The right décor can transform any venue into something magical. Start by considering your theme and colour scheme, then consider how to personalise the space to reflect your style.

Decor Ideas:

Lighting: Use fairy lights, candles, or spotlights to create the right ambience.

Florals: Fresh flowers can add life and colour to any event. Consider arrangements that fit your theme and the season.

Table Settings: Personalized place cards, unique centrepieces, and elegant tableware can elevate the dining experience.

5. Incorporating Technology

In today’s digital age, technology can enhance your event in ways you might not have imagined. The possibilities are endless, from sound systems to projectors and even live streaming for guests who can’t attend in person. 

Many Yarraville function venues are equipped with the latest technology, so ask what’s available and how you can use it.

Tech Tips:

Sound and Lighting: Work with professionals to ensure your sound and lighting are on point, creating the perfect atmosphere.

Slideshows or Videos: Share memories, presentations, or messages from loved ones through a projector.

Live Streaming: For those who can’t make it, live streaming is a great way to include everyone in your special day.

6. Adding Personal Touches

The little details are what make an event truly special. Think about adding personal touches that reflect your personality and the occasion. Whether it’s a signature cocktail, a unique guest book, or personalised favours, these touches will make your event stand out.

Ideas for Personal Touches:

Signature Drink: Create a cocktail unique to your event, perhaps named after you or the occasion.

Photo Booth: Set up a photo booth with props that match your theme for guests to enjoy.

Custom Favors: Give your guests something to remember the event by, like a small memento or personalised gift.

Conclusion

Transforming a function venue into your dream event involves creativity, planning, and personalisation. With the versatile options available at Yarraville function venues, you have the perfect canvas to bring your vision to life.

By focusing on the layout, theme, décor, technology, and personal touches, you can create an event that’s beautiful and unforgettable.

Source From: How To Transform A Function Venue Into Your Dream Event?

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In addition to its primary services, Cricdope is a comprehensive platform that offers in-depth analysis and predictions on a variety of cricket leagues and events. In addition to forecasts for the Pakistan Super League (PSL), Big Bash League (BBL), and other leagues, Cricdope also offers predictions for today's match results. Get the latest information on today's cricket winner and match winners from the experienced experts at Cricdope. Make the most of your cricket watching by participating in exciting cricket fantasy leagues, winning cricket jackpots, and getting smart cricket betting advice from Cricdope's user-friendly interface. If you're seeking for the best cricket tipper, the Cricdope team is more reliable and offers precise forecasts.

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Brisbane Heat Women and Melbourne Renegades Women will lock horns in the Match 43 of Women’s Big Bash League 2023 on Friday, 17 November 2023, at Allan Border Field, Brisbane, Keep reading to find out the Women’s Big Bash League 2023 Match 43 BH-W vs MR-W Dream11 Team Prediction Today. Let’s find out the BH-W vs MR-W Dream11 prediction tips for the Match 43, This will help you to make the perfect Dream11 team for today’s match. Predicted Playing XIs for Brisbane Heat Women vs Melbourne Renegades Women Match 43 Brisbane Heat Women Predicted Playing XI: Mignon du Preez, Jess Jonassen, Grace Harris, Amelia Kerr, Laura Harris, Mikayla Hinkley, Georgia Redmayne, Nicola Hancock, Sarah Glenn, Bess Heath, Charli Knott, Courtney Sippel, Georgia Voll, Ellie Johnston, Grace Parsons, Lucy Hamilton and Bonnie Berry. Melbourne Renegades Women’s Predicted Playing XI: Tammy Beaumont, Sarah Coyte, Harmanpreet Kaur, Jess Duffin, Hayley Matthews, Georgia Prestwidge, Tayla Vlaeminck, Sophie Molineux, Georgia Wareham, Erica Kershaw, Josephine Dooley, Courtney Webb, Rhiann O’Donnell, Ellie Falconer, Emma De Broughe, Ella Hayward and Sara Kennedy. Here is the XIs for MEC Best Dream11 Prediction Team for Today’s Match 43 Captain: Harmanpreet Kaur Vice-Captain: Jess Jonassen Wicketkeeper: Georgia Redmayne Batsmen:  Grace Harris, Harmanpreet Kaur, Tammy Beaumont All-Rounders:  Jess Jonassen, Hayley Matthews, Georgia Wareham, Charli Knott Bowlers: Sarah Coyte, Courtney Sippel, Nicola Hancock Also, once the toss takes place, we might modify the Dream Team as per the playing XIs. Please check this blog after the toss for the updated Dream11. Here is how the Best Playing XI of Today’s Brisbane Heat Women vs Melbourne Renegades Women Dream11 Team looks like Best Dream11 Prediction for Today’s Match 43 BH-W vs MR-W Women’s Big Bash League 2023  Brisbane Heat Women vs Melbourne Renegades Women 2023: BH-W vs MR-W Match 43 Dream11 Team today Disclaimer This Dream11 Prediction is the result of the author’s expertise, understanding, analysis, and intuition. While creating your own Dream11 team, consider the insights provided here and make your decisions accordingly. Your personal judgment and preferences should guide your final choices. Stay updated with all the cricketing action, follow Cricadium on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram https://www.cricadium.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/11/12-9.png #BHW #MRW #Dream11 #Prediction #Womens #Big #Bash #League #Match

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WBBL 2023, PS-W vs BH-W: Match Prediction, Dream11 Team, Fantasy Tips & Pitch Report – Women’s Big Bash League

Table of Contents WBBL 2023, PS-W vs BH-W North Sydney Oval Pitch Report PS-W vs BH-W Dream11 Prediction Picks PS-W vs BH-W Dream11 Prediction Captain and Vice-Captain PS-W vs BH-W Dream11 Prediction Backups PS-W vs BH-W Dream11 Team for today’s match (October 22, 2:40 am GMT) Squads Perth Scorchers Women will compete with Brisbane Heat Women in the fifth match of the Women’s Big Bash…

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@lt-ghxst ; KISS MEME somewhere..

1. cheek kiss ; DANNY for GHOST...IE

Okay. Lesson learned: never drink with a Scot.

In hindsight, a lesson that was pretty obvious, had he been paying attention or had actually thought about it, but simply put, he hadn't. Lost in the offer of free beer, and the opportunity to drink with the legendary One-Four-One, dragged in by his goddamn ears by Soap's charisma and charm. Million watt smile and a sense of humor that the American only understood... Maybe half of.

But the lesson, now, at closing time was... Pretty fucking obvious. Soap practically strolling out of the pub with nearly no wobble to his step, despite matching Danny nearly shot for shot, beer for beer. (A lie, the Scot was definitely feeling it, even tripping over his own two feet at one point while eagerly calling shotgun and flinging himself into the front passenger side seat - caught and saved from what would have been at least a broken nose by a combined effort of Gaz and Harper.)

Danny though, the Great American Yeti was... Not so lucky. Drunk enough for the world to be spinning when he was sitting down, let alone standing upright. Unstable and tripping over nothing as he pulls himself upright and -

Thank the Lord for Ghost. Big, burly, British bastard that he was. Shorter than the American by a few inches, but strong enough to manage all his... everything regardless. Tattooed arm wrapping snugly around his waist as the world tips, broad shoulders catching his arm as he flails for a grasp and yeah, thank the Lord for the Lieutenant. All... Six... Something feet of him, and whatever the fuck that was in - Non-American units.

"Six, four. It's the same measurement." Ghost rumbles in his ear and, huh, you learn something new every day. Today's fact? Ghost was a mind reader - or Danny was far more wasted than he thought he was. (He was absolutely shitfaced.)

He was so, so drunk. One too many whisky sours. One too many beers. One too few orders of fish and chips. Drunk enough that, after he's tucked into the front seat (much to Soap's chagrin, but it wasn't like he'd fit comfortably in the back with his stupidly long legs, but he'd offered to try and Gaz had snorted and shoved his fellow sergeant into the backseat ending that discussion before they'd even tried it.), he's blinking and then suddenly they're back on base, and Ghost is squinting at him from the opened passenger door. Dark eyes smeared with grease paint, balaclava painted with white in the shape of a skull.

Grim. Scary. A little fucking ridiculous.

Dimly, Danny can hear Gaz telling Soap to quiet down, Trick's tipsy laughter as he encourages the Scotsman's piss-poor behavior. He can sort-of see them too. Three blurry figures growing smaller by the second, just beyond the lump that he thinks is Ghost's left ear under his face covering. And then all he can see is too-dark eyes as Ghost practically heaves him from the vehicle, swearing as Danny goes deceptively easy, the two of them colliding and nearly knocking each other to the pavement in the process.

The American ends up tucked up against the Lieutenant's chest - kind of. An arm slung around Ghost's shoulders again as he laughs at the other man's disgruntled noise, the telltale displeasure in the crinkle of his eyes. Pretty, pretty dark eyes...

Ah, fuck it. He's not gunna remember it in the morning anyway...

The kiss is simple. Easy. A brush of a whisky flavored lips against a fabric covered cheek. A blink and you'd miss it touch, gentle as gentle could be - far more gentle than it looked like he was capable of considering his size, his strength, his blood-alcohol level...

Danny beams at him, all dimples and white teeth - American midwestern charm at it's finest... And then promptly sneezes, bashing his nose into Ghost's forehead.

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Nothing was better than sitting around with your closest friends and just having fun. We were all hanging out at my house, spread at various angles in front of my lit fireplace. We had been laughing and drinking like this for the past two hours. The alcohol helped combat the insecurities and worries that came with being adults. When Kirishima jumped up from his spot on the couch.

"I think we should play a little game," he said in his bubbly voice. I don't think anything had ever soured his mood. "Like seven minutes in heaven. Everybody write a number on a small piece of paper and if your number matches you occupy one room in the house."

I heard Katsuki scoff next to me. "Tch. No one wants to play that, spiky hair."

"Actually I'm down to play, Kiri" I stood up from the floor, taking a sip of beer before tilting the tip to Bakugou. "You scared, Bakubitch?"

He didn't get to reply before Shoto handed out small pieces of paper to everyone, designating rooms to us since this was his house. There were ten of us. Uraraka, Momo, Mina, Jiro, me, Shoto, Denki, Izuku, Kirishima, and Katsuki. I put the paper with my number in my back pocket and waited.

Any one of them would've been nice to be in a room with but my eyes were on Shoto. He'd gotten his ear pierced since I saw him last, the barbell through the top curve of his ear almost covered by his white hair.I'd always had a crush on him in school and now I just wanted to know if the half and half applied to all of him. 

"Okay!" Kirishima clapped his hands together, his booming voice capturing our attention. "I'll read off the guys numbers and ladies you will meet them in the corresponding room."

The first to pair off was Denki and Jiro, they headed upstairs while the girls cheered her on with little catcalls. The next was Momo and Katsuki, they also disappeared upstairs. Izuku and Uraraku were the next two and I gave her a thumbs up in encouragement. Soon it was just Shoto, Kirishima, Mina and I standing in the living room.

"5," Shoto said as I took a sip from my bottle, nearly choking on the liquid.

"That's me," I said, raising my hand. "Lead the way, sir."

He smiled, holding out his hand to me. I took it and let him lead me out of the living room and into the kitchen before he closed the door behind us. When he turned to face me I saw a devilish look in his blue and grey eyes that made my core clench in anticipation.

"You know I've had a thing for you since we were back at UA?" He said as he took slow steps towards me, like a predator trying to catch its prey. "I thought you were beautiful back then but when I saw you again today...I had to stop myself from taking you right then and there, y/n."

He'd backed me up until my bottom hit the kitchen counter, placing his hands behind me on the countertop and his legs on either side of one of mine effectively trapping me. I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a small squeak. I hadn't expected the mysterious Shoto to have this level of big dick energy. I wanted more of it.

"That was a cute little noise, baby," he chuckled softly, his voice sliding across my skin like velvet. "I wonder how many more noises I can get that pretty mouth to make tonight. What do you think, y/n?

"If I'm going to be completely honest," I said, my voice a little husky from desire as the alcohol finally started doing it's job and smothered my insecurities and bashfulness. My e/c eyes met his eyes that were lidded from desire. "I've had a thing for you since school as well. Spent a lot of time thinking about you at all hours of the day."

He pressed against me until his lips were inches from mine, a soft growl falling from his lips. "Let's make those fantasies a reality then, baby."

My lips met Shoto's in a passionate kiss, my hands sliding up his hard chest to tangle in his hair. He bit my bottom lip making me moan softly, using the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I rubbed my body against his, desire coiling in my lower belly and my core hot with need.

He picked me up and set me down on the counter before pulling his lips from mine, I whined at the loss of his lips on mine. He slid his hand up the side of my thighs until he got to the edge of my skirt. He looked at me for approval, his lips pink and swollen from the passionate and needy kiss we'd shared.

"Lay down, y/n," Shoto groaned out softly and the way he said my name should've been a sin. Words shouldn't be attractive. "Let me take care of you, baby."

I laid back and he slid my skirt up before hearing a chair slide across the tile floor. Before I had time to question it his fingers were tickling the inside of my thighs, working their way up to my panty clad center. I had started to pant softly, my heartbeat thundering in my ears when I felt him nip at me through my panties. 

"You're such a mess down here, baby." He groaned softly his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me closer until my sex was inches from him. I felt his tongue flick against my panty clad clit, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Completely soaked through your pretty panties for me."

His hands squeezed my thighs before slapping them both at the same time, the pain and the pleasure of Shoto teasing me through my panties caused me to arch my back and moan long and low. I felt his hot breath through the fabric and I clenched my core, desperate mewls falling from my lips.

"Shoto, I- OH!," I gasped softly when his finger slid down my covered mound, chilling my sex deliciously.

"Do you need my attention somewhere, baby?" He said softly, before he sucked on my core pulling a groan of frustration from me. "So fucking tasty, baby. So intoxicating."

His growl deepened with every word until i heard fabric rip and a cool breeze touch my aching hot sex. I felt his finger slowly part my soaking wet folds, moaning as he chilled me with his touch. I looked down my body, biting my lip as I watched his pink tongue glide across his lips.

I felt his tongue touch my sensitive flesh and it nearly broke me. His hot wet tongue and hot breath on my cooled flesh made me cry out his name so loudly I was sure everyone heard. My body felt hot on the cool kitchen counter, raising my hips to meet his tongue. He slid his tongue inside my hot core making me clench around his tongue and earn an approving groan from Shoto's mouth.

I knew what he was waiting for when he swirled his tongue just inside my entrance teasingly, drawing a keening noise from me that I'd be embarrassed about later. "Shoto...mmm please fuck me."

He looked up at me from between my legs and gripped my hips before sliding me off the counter and onto his lap. His rock hard cock stood up at attention between us, the underside pressed against my pussy. 

"Is this what you want, baby?" His voice was deep and feral, stroking me just as well as his tongue did. Gripping my hips tight he lifted me up just enough for his cock to brush my entrance. I bit my lip and nodded as I looked at him. "Such a pretty, needy slut I have in my lap. You want me to pump you so full of my cum don't you, sweet baby? You want me to ruin this pretty pink pussy?"

I whimpered softly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. After a moment he thrusted up, entering my body in one movement. He almost stretched me to the breaking point, his hands moving to cup my ass while I adjusted to the feeling of being impossibly full.

He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a hot kiss as he thrust up. A deep moan slid from my throat as I followed his rhythm, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. He kissed down my neck as he mumbled a litany of praises, his voice going deeper as he began to go feral. He hit that special spot causing me to bite his shoulder harder than I meant to in an attempt to stifle a scream, my eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

Without warning Shoto stood up, lifting me and wrapping my legs around him as he continued to pound into me. This new angle allowed him to go deeper and I couldn't stop the lewd sounds from leaving me. The pleasure of him stroking my insides and the slight pain of him hitting my cervix was too much stimulation.

"Cum for me, baby." He growled, his thrusts harder and faster. "I want everything you have to give me. Give it to me!"

I came so hard I saw stars behind my eyelids, my core pulsing and throbbing around Shoto's cock that was pumping erratically inside of me. With a roar he came soon after, painting my insides white with his cum. He sat back down in the chair, holding me to him as I panted against his neck.

"So that's.." I swallowed to moisten my dry throat. "What I was missing this whole time huh?"

He chuckled softly and I felt the rumble through his chest before he slapped my ass playfully. "Baby we aren't done yet. I distinctly remember saying 'until the sun comes up' and by my knowledge we've got 5 more hours until that happens."

His hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. I felt him stir inside of me as desire began to coil in my belly again. I was going to be sore as hell in the morning but that was a problem for future y/n.

[emilybradshaw]

English Rose - A Bradley Bradshaw Story.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 already my lovelies! Hope you enjoy, just more fluff from the pair of them. Will they kiss? Won't they kiss? Read to find out...

Taglist: @bratshaws

The buzz of the alarm brought Emily from her sleep.

She hadn’t got to sleep until after 3am due to the sheer excitement she was feeling about her impending date with Bradley Bradshaw. She turned to look at her phone, 08:00am, England was 8 hours behind them in terms of time so she hoped Hayley was still awake as it’ll have just turned midnight back home.

She didn’t care as opened Messenger and clicked the video button in the top right corner, hoping she would pick up on the other end. It buzzed a few times before she was met with the sleepy eyed face of her best friend, her hair all over the place and her eyes black where she had clearly tried and failed to rub off before climbing into bed.

“Hey you” she smiled as she pulled herself up slightly to lean on the giant bear Emily had bought her from IKEA for Christmas, “why you facetiming me so late? Is everything okay?” she continued, her brows furrowing in concern.

“I’m sorry, everything is fine! Actually it’s brilliant, the thing is Hayl, I need your help… I may have bagged myself a date”

“A DATE” Hayley squealed, “OH MY GOD, EMILY!!”

“I KNOW!!” Emily replied, the excitement in her voice matching the girl on the other end of the call.

“So, tell me EVERYTHING, you’ve been there what, three days?”

“Three days yeah, I managed to find a room with someone called Penny, she’s so so nice and she’s given me a job at her bar”.

“She sounds so nice Em, now, tell me more about this date”

“Well, he’s called Bradley, he’s 34 and he’s a pilot”.

“A PILOT?!” Hayley squealed again, “EMILY ELIZABETH WALKER YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND”.

Emily just giggled at the sight of her best friend, who was sleepy five minutes ago but now seemed so wide awake at the news she had just received. “So, Hayley, this is where you come in. What the fuck do I wear?”

“Well what did you take with you?”

“Not a lot..”

“Oh Emily, come off it, I told you to pack more”

“I know, I know, I should’ve listened to you”

“You really should’ve. You should always listen to me, I always know best”, she chuckled.

“I wouldn’t go that far”, Emily said as she moved out of bed and propped her phone up against the lamp on the side table, moving to her still packed suitcase she unzipped it and tipped out the small amount of clothing she had brought with her to America. “The only outfit I think of is this, but it’s a bit, well, revealing.”

She held up a pair of denim Mom shorts and a red flowery crop cami. Hayley just smiled at the girl through her phone, clearly sensing her uneasiness. “Emily, that’s not revealing at all. It shows your legs off nicely and I personally love that outfit on you”.

“My legs Hayley, that’s the problem”, she sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re huge and big and fa-“

“Whoa, right, I’m gonna stop you right there, I am not having my best friend say that about herself. Your legs are not huge or fat. They’re big because of all the work you’ve put into them, the muscle in your legs is insane, you’re an Irish dancer for Christ’s sake Emily, they’re hardly gonna be small are they? And I warn you now, if you so much as think of calling yourself fat again I’ll be getting on the first flight over to you to bash your head into a brick wall, do you understand me?” Emily just nodded at her friend, “Plus, this Bradley must’ve liked what he saw or why would he have asked you out today?”

“Okay. Yeah. Thanks for that. I needed it. Sometimes I just look in the mirror and think ‘why would anyone like me?’ I mean I haven’t got a great track record with men have I Hayls.”

“Pfft, only because they were all wankers, Em. Nothing to do with you, you’re amazing”.

Emily smiled up at her phone and noticed her friend yawn, they must’ve been talking for nearly an hour and Emily realised Hayley would have to get up for work the next day, “I’ll let you go Hayl, you look exhausted, and I forgot you have work tomorrow”.

“Thanks Em, look, this date will go amazingly if you let it. Ring me later and give me the debrief, yeah?”

“I will do, love you.”

���Love you too.”

After the call ended Emily looked at the time and it was just gone 9am, so two and a half hours until Bradley was picking her up. She quickly ran downstairs and into the kitchen saying good morning to Penny, Pete and Amelia who were sat around the breakfast table, she made her apologies as to why she couldn’t eat breakfast and made herself a coffee before retreating back upstairs and jumping into the shower. Back in the kitchen Pete and Penny were talking over the fact that Bradley had asked Emily on a date so quickly and Penny mused that it could be ‘love at first sight’ based on the interaction she witnessed between the two the previous evening when Emily’s clumsiness made an appearance, Pete nearly choking on his coffee as Amelia renamed Bradley as Emily’s ‘Knight in shining armour’.

Emily jumped out of the shower and ran straight back into her room, she now only had two hours to get ready and she was panicked. She pulled her hair out of her towel and diffused it using her hair dryer, letting it dry slightly on its own so she could focus on her makeup for the day ahead.

She decided to keep it simple and went with her everyday routine of foundation, brows and contour but decided to add some winged eyeliner and a small set of false eyelashes she had found lurking at the bottom of her suitcase, presumably from the trip she and Hayley had taken to Ibiza. Yet again she had every single bit of jewellery on that she could manage, it was in fact identical to what she was wearing the previous day when she was on shift at The Hard Deck and of course she was wearing her name necklace that Bradley had first used to identify her.

She then yanked on her shorts, huffing to herself as she looked at her muscly legs in the mirror, but she quickly remembered what Hayley had said to her and pulled on her cami top, glancing at her reflection again she did like the way she looked, but she did also notice that two of her more intimate piercings were very noticeable, she shrugged this off again and realised Bradley would only really notice if he spent their date staring at her boobs, and she hoped he had more substance than that. Emily’s phone buzzed and pulled her from these thoughts.

Bradley: Hey Princess, I’ll pick you up a little earlier if that’s alright? Say 11?

Emily: Hey, yeah that’s great, thank you Roos!

Both Emily and Bradley felt their hearts skip a beat as they both read the texts with the little terms of endearment in them. For Bradley, he loved that she was already shortening his call-sign and for Emily, well, she just loved being called his Princess already. These two were falling hard for each other already.

Emily was sat on the step of the porch with Amelia when Bradley pulled up in his Bronco. “Oh Lord, he’s here” she whispered to Amelia as she looked up to see the vehicle coming to a stop at the top of the path.

“I can see that, I have eyes you know” Amelia whispered back, sarcasm at the forefront of her voice.

Emily just shot her a cold stare as she got up from the wooden decking and adjusted her clothes as she headed off down the drive, Amelia smirking to her as Bradley got out of the driver’s seat to open the door for her.

“I forgot your cars are the other way round to ours” she laughed as he opened the door for her, shutting it gently as she climbed in and secured her seatbelt.

“Yeah, and we drive on the opposite side of the road as well” Bradley retorted, laughing along with the girl in his Bronco. “May I say, Emily, you look absolutely gorgeous, like really”.

Emily blushed at this, she’d never experienced a man like Bradley before, so courteous and kind. He was a rare breed and she was so glad to have met him. “Why thank you, if I may say, you look very handsome today too”. Bradley was wearing his standard jeans and Hawaiian shirt combo, but it was a look he pulled off so well. Bradley half removed his aviators at her comment, subtly scanning her up and down in a smooth, fluid movement, so subtle that he thought Emily wouldn’t have clocked it, but oh how she did. Her insides flipped. Bradley Bradshaw was quite literally checking her out.

“So, where are we going?” she asked, snapping back to reality.

“I thought we’d head into town so you can get your bearings, then if you’ll let me I was going to buy you lunch, Miss Walker.” He smiled at her as he started to roll the Bronco from its position outside Penny’s home, watched by Amelia as he did so.

“Bradley you don’t have to buy me lunch” she challenged,

“I know I don’t, but I want to, Princess.” There he goes again with the ‘Princess’, against her better judgement, she decided she was going to ask him about it.

“Princess?”

“Well, yeah it’s sweet plus your English and you guys have a Queen over there don’t you?”

“Yeah we do, I’m named after her actually. It’s her Platinum Jubilee next year, she’ll have been on the throne for 70 years”

“Named after her, ey? Well then, I’ll stop calling you Princess and start calling you Queenie” he laughed, as did she. Subconsciously he moved his hand to rest on the top of her thigh and smiled to himself when she didn’t shy away from his touch. Emily meanwhile was nearly spontaneously combusting at this move, his hand was so big it made her thigh look small.

Bradley parked the Bronco up outside the row of shops in the town near to where he had planned to take Emily for lunch. Truth is, he’d been up half the night with Hangman and Payback planning where he was going to take ‘Emily from England’ as she would now forever be known to them. He took her for a walk around the town, showing her the shops and telling her the places she could get the best deals for things, then told her the bus routes that would take her to different places if she wanted it and then decided to walk her along to the diner for some lunch, he knew this is where Emily had come on her first day when she was looking for somewhere to stay so thought she would enjoy being back.

“Here we are then” he spoke as they walked up to Martha’s. “Thought we’d eat here as it’s the best food in town.”

“I love it in here, Martha was the first proper person I spoke to here other than the taxi driver” she said as she headed into the diner, immediately being enveloped in a large hug by no other than Martha herself.

“I knew I’d be seeing a lot of you around here, child. And with Lieutenant Bradshaw too, how sweet. Here, take any seat you like” she beamed, handing them both menus as she scuttled off into the kitchen.

Emily and Bradley sat down in a booth towards the back of the diner, “you know this has been really fun so far, thank you Bradley”, Emily mumbled from behind her menu.

“It’s my pleasure, I’ve really enjoyed myself too”, Bradley too scanned the menu, both fell silent for a moment as they decided what to order, “I think I’ll go for the cheeseburger with fries, how predictable of me” he chuckled.

“I’ll go for the Buttermilk chicken tenders I think, they sound too good not to eat”

“Ready to order my dears?” Martha spoke as she tootled over to them.

“Yes, thank you, I’ll have the chicken tenders and a diet coke please”

“and I’ll have the cheeseburger with a diet coke too, thanks Martha”

“No problem my dears, coming right up”, and with that, she was off again to whip up their lunch.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, both just enjoying the time they were spending with each other, but Emily broke that silence with a nervous cough.

“Bradley…” she started,

“Yeah”

“I was wondering, you probably don’t know this but, its worth a shot. There aren’t any Irish Dance Schools in Miramar are there?”

“Irish Dance Schools?”

“Yeah, I’ve danced since I was four, kinda want to keep it up while I’m out here”

“I’m not sure, there must be one somewhere though, why don’t you google it when you’re home?” he suggested, “that’s pretty cool though, never met an Irish dancer before, you compete?”

“I did, just retired after this year’s World Championships, been competing since I was seven so I have my fair share of trophies, plus I want to study to take my Grade 12 exam which means I wouldn’t be allowed to compete anymore when I get it” Bradley just sat smiling at the girl before him, talking so passionately about her hobby, no wonder she had those eye catching legs, she’s worked so hard for them, how he’d love to just grab them and squeeze them, he was brought from his thoughts by Emily’s revelation that she was currently ranked 8th in the World, a huge achievement for any dancer, but she beamed with sheer pride as she said it.

“That’s seriously impressive Emily, well done you. I’m sure any dance school here will take you in with an achievement like that!” he encouraged. See, he knew she had low self-confidence, he worked that out in the bar the night before.

Martha re-joined the table with their food and drink in hand, quickly giving them their respective orders and letting the couple get back to the conversation they were both so deeply enthralled in. After they’d eaten Bradley settled the bill and the two strolled out of the diner, both full to the brim with Martha’s delicious cooking. Emily linked her arm through Bradley’s without a second thought as they meandered back to the Bronco, they really had hit it off.

Bradley drove them back to Penny’s house and once again helped her out of her side of the truck and walked her up the path, stopping on the decking she was sat on earlier with Amelia. It was now 2:30 and the pair had been out for ages, Emily knew Amelia was going to her friends to do some school work and Penny and Pete would no doubt either be at The Hard Deck or on Penny’s boat.

“I had a really good time today Bradley, thank you so so much”, she smiled as she whirled round to face him, her hand coming to rest on his bicep.

“I did too, I was wondering if you wanted to do it again? Maybe Sunday? You could come and hang out with me and the guys, we play some football on the beach on the afternoon.”

She didn’t need asking twice, “I’d love to, yes”, she beamed. The two didn’t say anything as they gazed into each other’s eyes, Bradley placing a hand on Emily’s hip, his hand coming up and gently caressing the gap in between her shorts and top, it felt like an age until one of them broke the silence.

“Can I?” Bradley questioned, not taking his eyes off of hers for a second.

Emily knew what he meant and what he wanted, she wasn’t usually a kiss on a first date sort of girl, but Bradley had this hold on her that she couldn’t quite shake, and God, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him right here, right now. She gently nodded her head and Bradley moved his hand to her cheek, gliding his thumb over it as he pulled her in. The kiss was soft, both being very gentle with the other, Emily’s hands went to Bradley’s hair as she pulled him in closer, only then did he deepen the kiss, moving his hand from her hip to encircle her waist, holding her body as close to his as he could get. Pure bliss, that’s what this was, until…

“Ugh can you two get a room”

Bradley and Emily broke away from each other wide eyed as she looked to her left and saw none other than Amelia, “I thought you had gone to your friends house?”

“Change of plan” she sniggered, “date went well then”, that part came out as a statement rather tha a question, the smirk and raised eyebrow so obvious on her face.

“Thank you Amelia, you ruined a perfectly brilliant moment”, Emily retorted as Amelia slid past them into the house. “I’m so sorry about her, I had no idea”

“It’s no biggie, I enjoyed that though… a lot” he said, still holding onto her as he looked down into her eyes. “Can we do it again?”

“Not with her stood at the window looking at us, no. But I’m sure on Sunday we could give it another go” she smiled up at him, moving her hand to his cheek and grazing over the scar.

“I don’t want to wait that long” Bradley whined,

“Well you’re gonna have to, besides it’s only two days away” she spoke, releasing herself from his grip and giving him a quick peck on the lips as she did so, “I’d best get inside, I’m working the bar again tonight so need to get ready”.

“Sure thing, I’ll see you Sunday then my gorgeous girl” he said with a wink as he mooched back to the Bronco, getting in and flashing her a smile as he drove off.

My gorgeous girl, she thought. That was the best first date she had ever been on, everything about it was just incredible, but the kiss. THE KISS. It was the most beautiful thing she has ever experienced, how could a man she had met 24 hours ago make her feel this way?

One thing was for certain, it would be a long two days of not seeing Bradley. Sunday couldn’t come soon enough.