#Yes im talking about king whisper here

[imasadidiot]

Me: Palladium going through that postpartum period, where he's a mess but also happy and bubbly to be a dad-

My brain: Listen, go draw that one dark elf king that had like 5 minutes of screen time in the winx club comics, but with a small baby bump!

Me: Okie 🐱

[ireneispunk]

Pride, the Wolf, and the Dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon & Cregan Stark x female reader smut (King's Landing Handmaiden)

You were a sight to behold, merely a handmaiden yet you could command a room. And grasp the attention of a prince and a lord... on the same night?

request: (anon) 'Saw your requests are open, what about dark dom jace x sub brat reader or a threesome with the same as before but with cregan too which they're dark dom but still obsessive I don't know how these too can make sense but I hope you got my point'

w.c: 4537

c.w: canon divergent (blacks won and it is set after the dance, rhaenyra sits the iron throne, basically just did it to have everyone in one place), threesome!!! woop woop, p in v sex, oral (m & f receiving), light choking, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, NO use of y/n, as usual no specific features mentioned - let me know if i've missed any!

a.n: i've never wrote for cregan before but im supper happy with this! other requests made are about half done for those waiting ♡

dividers: @v6que ♡

You let out another fake giggle as yet another wealthy man bided for your attention. This type of thing always happened on big occasions, and today certainly was one. Lucerys and Rhaena’s wedding was no small occasion, every lord and lady who had supported Rhaenyra’s claim was here. I mean hells, that’s why you even had the opportunity you did. You weren’t low born, but handmaiden to the queen was a role very much reserved for high born girls. You father had risked his own life, and your families, to help Ser Erryk back into King’s Landing with a secret route he knew through Tumbleton. This job had provided you with a home in quarters you could’ve only dreamed of, and the opportunity to be around the prince. Your fingers grazed across your skin to fiddle with your necklace, you smiled up at the man in front of you, laying on your charm. Despite entertaining his dull conversation and even duller jokes for the past half an hour, you certainly did not care for him. You took advantage of the man’s position in society and every once in a while, you stared beyond his shoulder to see the prince of Dragonstone burning holes into his back. Tonight, however, was different. Not only had you caught they eye of one prince Jacaerys, but his friend from The North, Lord Stark. You could not deny the beauty the two of them shared, handsome, strong features, large frames and eyes that looked as if they wanted to consume you. The few times you looked their way, as to avoid suspicion, they occasionally whispered to one another. A small look caught your eye from your queen, Rhaenyra. You excused yourself from the conversation and walked to the other side of the great hall to where Rhaenyra and Daemon sat. From the opposite side of the table, you felt a gaze upon you, but you did not do the favour of glancing upon them.

You reached Rhaenyra’s side bowing your head before she whispered to you, “Has Lucerys’ chambers been prepared?” She seemed uncomfortable at the request.

You nodded as you said, “Yes, your grace. I can return? And make sure it is still perfect?”. She shook her head, as Daemon placed a hand upon her’s.

“No that won’t be necessary, you have done so much for us today. Feel free to keep enjoying the celebrations,” She paused to look over to her eldest son and the Lord Stark. “Though I believe there are still some who await your acquaintance.” Your mouth formed into a small ‘o’ shape before nodding. You took your leave and turned to face towards the prince and the lord. Both had already been starring at you, Jacaerys averted his gaze whilst the Stark stared you down. Once you stood opposite them at the table you gave the prince a small curtsy, before turning to Cregan and dipping into a deeper curtsey whilst maintaining eye contact with him. He raised his brow, not used to being looked in the eye by such a sweet looking girl. “Your grace. My Lord Stark, I am pleased to meet you.” You spoke confidently, introducing your name and admired the length of his arms that were visible from his rolled sleeves, “It appears the warm climate agrees with you, my lord.” This was one of your favourite hobbies, you couldn’t deny it. Compliment lords see how they respond, speak almost out of turn but not enough to turn any heads. Jacaerys’ grip on his cup tightened at your remark. For weeks since you had worked there you had tortured him. Wearing those barely there handmaiden’s dresses, the obsessive eye contact, compliments unbefitting of a lady he was not courting, drawing his baths, and offering your assistance. Everyday it was a struggle to not rip your dress from you and fuck you in front of everyone like you seemed to desire. He loathed any sort of gathering because he knew your beauty and charm would attract the attention you deserve.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a large smack across the back from his Stark friend. “Where have you been hiding this one Jace?” He exclaimed with a laugh.

You smiled slightly, “Perhaps my lord has not been searching hard enough, enjoy the rest of the celebrations.” You smirked, turning on your heel and stepping down the stone stairs. A bewildered look flashed across Cregan’s face, as Jacaerys shot him a ‘now you know’ look. You were stopped by a rather handsome man on your way past the dancing pairs, you declined his offer to dance and made your way to the other maidens who erupted into quiet chatter, asking you about what the Stark had said.

Your final task of the night had been escorting Rhaena to Lucerys’ chambers. You held her hands in yours and promised her she would be okay, you boasted of Lucerys’ sweet nature and gave her hand a quick squeeze before stepping back behind the corner. You watched as she knocked on the door, before it opened, and she disappeared inside. You smiled to yourself as you turned to head down the corridor before coming face to face with the tall northern man once more. You gasped, raising your hand to your heart. A small chuckle left his lips as he eyed you. He did not know you all that well, but this felt like a rare feat, to catch you off of yours. “My lord, you startled me. Is there something I can help you with?” You looked at him and watched as his eyes shamelessly travelled down your body, lingering on every curve.

“Ah, yes, my lady. I appear to have gotten turned around from my chambers, and I’d hate for those fancy baths these lot make go cold.” You raised a brow at him. Sure, the Red Keep was busy, with windy corridors, but it was a fairly straightforward route from the great hall to the guest’s chambers.

You gestured with your hand to follow him the way he came, “Of course, my lord. Though you do not need to use such honorifics with me, I am not a lady of anything.” He sensed a strange proudness in your lack of title. Cregan was used to people fighting to get the next best thing, yet you were content with your lack of status.

He thought for a moment, before responding. “Then how may I refer to you?”

“However his lord desires.” You spoke with purpose, but never harshly. Every second he had of you intrigued him more.

Once you had reached the familiar door in which Cregan was given a few days prior, you placed your hands behind your back and watched him. He stepped by you and pushed the door open, he leaned against the door frame and eyed you. “So.” You watched him, waiting for him to continue. “Do you have anymore handmaiden duties for the night? Or are you available for me?” A smile tugged at your lips as you thought for a moment.

“Mmm, that depends, why do you wish to know?” Your arms folded over your chest.

He chuckled, “I’ve never had to try this hard to get a pretty girl to have a drink with me.”

You raised your brow, “Most men just ask.” He brought a hand to his chin and rubbed it against the scruff. Just as he was about to respond, someone speaking caught your attention.

“It is getting late your grace is there something you need?” You recognised one of the servants voicing out from around the corner. Out of curiosity, you stepped back to see who it was and there stood the prince himself. He looked away from you when he met your gaze.

“I will come in for a cup of wine. Just one.” Cregan’s face lit up, stepping to the side to allow you to step inside. Your eyes narrowed at the lit fire, the flames still tall. You heard the clanking of a belt and the shuffling of clothes before turning back around to Cregan. You jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him completely nude and making his way over to the bathtub in the room. Your eyes absorbed every inch of him, admiring each defined muscle, every scar, the dark hair that tufted around his chest.

You pulled your gaze away and turned to face the wall. “My lord this is not appropriate.” You voice quivered ever so sightly as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Neither is staring.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “But why waste a perfectly good bath.” You heard water slosh around as he sank into the tub. “Turn around.” Your core lit up at the sternness in his voice.

You turned to face him now that he was submerged, only his upper torso out of the water. He leaned back into the tub, sighing out as he brought his arms to rest on the sides. “Wine?” He questioned. You looked at him with a puzzled look but nodded your head. He gestured over to small table and chairs that had a jug and a few cups upon it. You made your way over, feeling his gaze locked onto you.

“When you invited me in, I thought it might be you fetching the wine.” You grasped two of the cups and the jug before turning to face him.

“Ah, well. It seemed easier to get my own clothes off first.” You raised a brow and walked over to him. You kept your eyes on his face, avoiding what was beneath the water. You used your foot to slide over a cushioned stool towards the side of the bath and sat upon it. You met his gaze once more, now eye level with him. You held out a cup to him and watched his fingers lace around it. Picking up the jug in your hands you steadily poured into the cup, before moving onto your own. You were about to take a sip from yours before he stopped you to clink cups. He did so as if you were another harsh northern man causing the liquid in your cup to slosh backwards and land over your arm and into your lap. You gasped and looked up at him with a shocked look on your face. He laughed heartily at your expression and took a sip of his wine. He heard as your cup clinked against the floor, “You may clean up with me if you wish.” He smirked, placing his cup on the ground, and gesturing to the bath. You stomach tightened at the thought of it but rose to your feet with a hum. He moved slighted and raised his hand up to you. “Stay, please. No more win spilling.” His damned handsome face spread a warmth across your body. You exhaled before taking his hand.

All of a sudden you felt him pull you down, landing bum first into the bath with a big splash that threw water over the sides. You let out a small scream feeling yourself become soaked in water. You yelled at him, splashing his face with the water in annoyance before the door suddenly opening caused his laughter and your screaming to cease. You turned around to see a very angry, then confused, then embarrassed Jacaerys. Your heart dropped as you scrambled to your feet out of the bath, you slipped slightly on the wet floor before stepping towards him. “Y-your grace!” You exclaimed, you felt exposed, the thin material of your dress completely soaked through and clinging to every inch of your body. His eyes darted between you and Cregan.

“I heard a scream, and thought I recognised it. My apologies.” He was about to turn to walk away before Cregan got up out of the tub. Jacaerys eyes widened before hastily shutting the door. Jacaerys kept his eyes firmly on the wall behind you, worrying that if his pants got any tighter it’d be noticeable. For once, you were speechless, unable to form a thought, let alone communicate it. “C’mon Jace, this is exactly how you wanted her. Naked- well almost, needy. I know she’s needy just at the sight of you.” His voice rung out from behind you. “I know you didn’t imagine sharing,” He inhaled sharply through his teeth, as his fingers grazed over your shoulder to pull your hair behind you. “But she’s definitely one who needs two cocks to put her in her place.” You face flushed, as you felt a new wetness in between your legs as Cregan’s hands sat upon your shoulders, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Jacaerys finally brought his gaze to you, he eyed your face before devouring ever inch of your body. His throat bobbed as he walked to face you.

“Tell me what you want.” He spoke as he locked onto your eyes. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, feeling as if you were in a dream.

“I want you,” You spoke softly. “Both of you.” You clarified, looking back over your shoulder to meet Cregan’s eyes.

His large hand rested on your jaw, tilting it up towards him. A shaky breath escaped your lips as his hand trailed down and rested upon your neck, his thumb tracing your throat. Cregan turned your head to face Jacaerys, his jaw was tensed, fists clenched at his sides and eyes filled with hunger. Your body burned hot, Cregan’s body pressed against you, his hard cock pressed above your ass. His grip on your jaw tightened slightly. His lips grazed against your neck up to your ear. “Undress his grace,” Your heart buzzed as Jacaerys’ eyes finally tore away from yours to fleet to Cregan’s for a second before returning to you. You swallowed, feeling smaller and smaller as the seconds passed. “Go on, like a good serving girl.” Cregan’s voice dripped with lust. Your hands made their way onto Jacaerys’ chest, he stiffened under your touch. Your fingers traced along the three headed dragon pin that held his jacket together before unpinning it and letting the jacket fall open at his chest. Cregan’s hands never once left you, tracing up and down your sides of your soaked dress, lips occasionally finding your neck or shoulder. Your eyes travelled down to the belt that decorated his waist and kept you from seeing him. You unhooked it, and pulled it from him, allowing it to clatter to the ground. Your hands pushed his coat from his shoulders and down his arms, revealing a thin cotton shirt. His throat bobbed as your hands traced to his waistband, pulling his shirt up slowly over his head. You hand instinctively touched against his chest, admiring each definition and feeling his skin burn beneath your fingertips. “I told you she’s fucking needy for you.” Cregan’s words flushed your face. Jacaerys eyed you, raising a brow to question him. You nodded lightly feeling overwhelmed with the tightening in your stomach, Cregan’s hands exploring your sides, and Jacaerys watching you like you were his prey. Jacaerys picked up your hand in his and placed a small kiss against it before placing your palm against the bulge in his trousers. Jacaerys’ hand reached your jaw, his thumb traced along your lip as his brows furrowed from your touch.

His fingers were soft, and his touch more delicate than Cregan’s, as he tilted your face to the side as if he were finally able to appreciate every inch of your beauty. His eyes flashed behind yours towards Cregan before you were being led over towards the bed. Jacaerys sat first on the end of the bed, pulling you by your hips to stand between his legs. His palm ran from your stomach, through the valley between your breasts and he rested his fingertips upon your lips while he thought for a moment. “Take off her dress, wouldn’t want the poor thing getting cold.” Your thighs instinctively pressed together. You’d never heard Jacaerys speak in a tone like this, but it was certainly a welcomed surprise. You felt the large hands of the Stark trail up your exposed back to the tie of your haltered dress. One movement later the dress was pulled over your chest and over your hips and dropped to the ground. You felt a cool chill over your exposed skin as Cregan took your hand in is. He pulled you around in a circle, admiring each curve of your form as he did so. A small ‘gods’ mumbled from his lips as he watched you. You gasped as his hands travelled round to your front, taking your breasts into his hands. Jacaerys leaned back slightly to admire you, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing your inner thighs. Your eyes screwed shut as Cregan’s fingers played with your nipples and his lips attached to your neck. “I want her coming on my tongue first.” Your eyes shot open to watch Jacaerys, a small smile playing at his lips. You opened your mouth to say something before Cregan shushed you.

“You heard the prince.” Cregan instructed. You gulped lightly, watching Jacaerys lay back upon the bed, his head of curls hitting the pillows. Cregan held your hand pulling you onto the bed. He watched as you crawled over to Jace, his hand landing on your ass with a harsh slap, causing a yelp to leave your lips.

His hand pushed you closer over Jacaerys until you were straddling his chest. Jacaerys’ hands looped over your thighs to bring your core to his face. His smirk disappeared under your mound as his lips placed small kisses on your thighs. Cregan sat beside you and guided your hand to his cock. He hissed as your hand wrapped around it and began slowly pumping it up and down. You felt as Jacaerys licked a long stripe from your core to your sensitive clit, tasting and collecting your wetness on his tongue. You almost flinched at the sensation, your hand flying up to grip the headboard. A loud moan left your lips as his tongue teased your entrance, before delving in and out of it. Cregan turned your face to him, a groan leaving his lips seeing yours screwed up in pleasure. Your hand continued to pump his cock, enjoying feeling it twitch beneath your hand when your thumb grazed the tip. You jaw dropped at the feeling of Jacaery’s tongue massaging your clit. A flurry of moans left your mouth as his lips latched onto it causing your hips to rut into his face and that familiar tightness to return to your stomach. Cregan’s thumb pulled on your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth and gliding across your tongue. You moans were supressed by Cregan’s thumb as you sucked upon it, a satisfied smirk plastering his face as your eyes fell back behind your lids. His thumb left your mouth with a pop as his hand returned to your throat. Your hand moved quicker on his cock as Jacaerys tongue worked on your clit. “You should thank his grace for his hard work, pleasing you with his tongue like this.” Cregan spoke close to a whisper, well, as close to a whisper as the Northern man could get to.

You whimpered in response, unable to form words being on the precipice of your orgasm. Cregan’s hand squeezed lightly against your throat, his rough fingers grazing your soft flesh. “Use your words when spoken to.” His tone was harsh in a way that flushed your cheeks.

“T-thank you, my prince, for kissing me.” The words fought to escape your lips as all you felt you could do was moan. Your praise causes a groan to fall from his mouth that vibrated upon your clit and fuelled him to massage it at an unbearable pace with his tongue. Your nails dug into the headboard, as your other hand left Cregan’s cock to grip his forearm that held your neck. A flurry of moans left your lips as your orgasm erupted from within you. Your thighs quivered as Jacaerys’ tongue broadly licked you through your high. A large whimper left you lips from the overstimulation causing Jacaerys to place a final kiss upon your clit. You panted as you shuffled down back to straddle his waist. Jacaerys leaned up on his elbows to see you, his hair was dishevelled, his lips plump and coated in your arousal. You leaned forward and tentatively placed a kiss on the side of his mouth, before brushing your lips against his. Your tongue swiped over his lips, tasting your wetness. You gasped as your hips were gripped and you were pulled further down on the bed onto all fours. Jacaerys smirked as you were level with his cock, his pants becoming impossibly tight.

Cregan’s fingers teased the entrance of your pussy as he leaned forward to you, “Gods Jace, she’s soaked.” Your cheeks flushed as you looked away slightly. Jacaerys’ hand found your cheek and turned you to face him.

“I want to watch as he fucks you.” He smiled slightly; his words contradicting the sweet look upon his face. A whimper left your lips as you felt Cregan’s cock rub between your folds and occasionally hitting your sensitive clit. You watched in anticipation as Jacaerys undid the tie of his trousers and pulled them down enough for his cock to spring free. It was huge and dripped with an inviting bead of precum.

Just as your lips were about to touch Jacaerys’ cock, Cregan thrusted into you, bottoming out almost immediately. You clenched at the full feeling, your eyes screwed shut as you let out a half yelp half moan. Once his pace became regular you opened your eyes to see Jace stroking his cock at the sight of you. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, begging for his cock. He obliged and groaned at the sight and sensation of the tip hitting your tongue. With both of your hands propping you up on all fours you took him into your mouth bobbing up and down on the tip and massaging the underside with your tongue. You couldn’t help but moan onto his cock with the feeling of Cregan pounding into you, his length hitting a soft spot inside of you you’d never felt before. Cregan’s hands went from peppering small slaps across your ass to kneading it with his large hands. Jacaerys’ hand made its way to your hair and took a fistful of it. He was gentle as his guided your mouth further down his cock. He moaned loudly as it glided across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. The familiar pressure began to build up in your stomach, and as if he read your mind, Cregan’s pace quickened. Both of his hands gripped into your hips, snapping into you, and pushing against your sweet spot. One of his hands left you hips to reach under your and rub harsh circles into your clit. Your eyes widened as your moans got choked upon Jacaerys’ cock. You tapped the side of his thigh, and he immediately pulled you from his cock, allowing heavy pants to leave your mouth. You cried out a loud ‘fuck’ as you felt your second orgasm wash over you, your pussy clenching tightly over Cregan’s cock. Just as quickly as your orgasm passed your mouth reattached to Jacaerys’ cock, wanting him to enjoy himself too.

A few moments after your peak, Cregan thrusted a few more times before burying his cock deep inside of you and filling you up with his cum. He groaned loudly as his fingertips dug into your skin. He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed behind you. Despite the shaking in your legs and your sensitive pussy, you looked up to Jacaerys with an idea. You readjusted to straddle his waist once more and aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy. Jacaerys looked shocked for a moment before his hungry gaze returned. Your brows furrowed as you slowly slid down onto his cock, trying to readjust for his size. You watched as his head threw back in pleasure as your second cock of the night bottomed out inside of you. You started to move, slowly thrusting yourself upon him. Jacaerys eyes opened to watch you, occasionally looking down to his cock disappearing inside of your pussy that was now overflowing with cum. A loud groan left his lips as he internally cursed himself for not being able to last longer and savour your pussy smothering his cock. He pulled you down by your hair to meet his lips as he kissed you deeply. It was passionate, his tongue leaving little time before it delved into your mouth. You moaned against his lips at the new angle, he was managing to fill you even more. Your thighs shook with overstimulation and Jacaerys noticed before he held your hips at a certain point and began to thrust into you. Your eyes locked with his as you moaned his name. He grunted as his rhythm became erratic before holding your hips down on his cock and as you felt his seed spread within you. You rested your forehead against his as you both regained your breath. His hands ran softly down your back as he pulled his cock from you. You whimpered at the emptiness, before sitting back onto your thighs to relieve the quiver in them as Jacaerys re tied his trousers.

You heard footsteps walk over to the side of the bed, before looking up to see a fully clothed Cregan. You blushed, realising how consumed you had been in the prince to not notice. “Aren’t you both just adorable.” He spoke with a chuckle, as his hand lightly spanked your ass. You shot him a glare, moving to lay beside Jacaerys. “Easy,” Cregan spoke raising his palm. “I though you were the fire breathing dragon.” He smirked gesturing to Jacaerys. Jacaerys, turned his head down to face you, before returning a shrug to Cregan with a smile. Cregan laughed, waving you off before making his way to the door. “Sleep tight, lovers.” He smiled to himself as his hand gripped the doorhandle.

“Wait! But this is your room?” You questioned, leaning up from the bed.

He shot you a grin, “I heard the prince’s chambers have become available.” He shot you both a wink before disappearing into the corridor. You hummed in confusion as Jacaerys just smiled.

“You both confuse me.” You hummed, scanning Jacaerys’ face. He raised his arm up and motioned you to lay beside him. You huffed as you cuddled into him, your head upon his chest. He reached for the blanket that had been tossed aside and threw it over you both. His hand landed upon your side, and softly rubbed your waist.

He planted a small kiss upon your head. “I think we both did a good job at showing you what we think of you.” You could hear the smile in his voice as your cheeks flushed. You definitely knew for sure now.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hi! I love your blog so much. I'm literally obsessed! I've wanted sub aemond content for so long and your account is like an oasis in the desert.

I was thinking about aemond and how for so long he felt unwanted and unloved, like he didn't have a place among his family. Because of this I think he'd really like reader telling him "Your mine", even more so than being told "im yours". Not in a aggressive or possessive way (although I do think he'd like reader being protective of him) but in the sense that someone loves him so much that they would openly claim him as theirs. That they aren't ashamed of him or for others to know he's all theirs.

I also think it provides him some sense of security. Like he feels so safe knowing he belongs to you so he doesn't have to worry about anyone else.

Idk if this makes sense, hopefully it does😭I just can't stop thinking about this, I've had it on my mind for a while now.

Oh my god I love this!!! This is so perfect everything you wrote here is incredible.

There’s nothing explicit in my answer but it is very clearly sub!Aemond and has some suggestive tones so I’ll hide it under the cut just in case :))

So I think Aemond really struggles with the idea of being anyone’s first choice? He grew up as a second son, always teased and mocked and never taken seriously. He didn’t expect you to be any different.

The first thing you do that really shows Aemond how much you care for him is just how loyal you are? I’m thinking of a situation where you and your family are at the red keep to look for a husband for you, and obviously your family are trying their hardest to secure an betrothal from Aegon because he’s king.

But then Aemond catches your eye? You end up having a very simple conversations with him, and you know pretty much instantly that he’s the one you want. Aemond wants you too of course. He hasn’t felt this accepted in his life and he absolutely loves talking with you. You and him sit together at the far end of the table every dinner, taking amongst yourselves and Aemond doesn’t even acknowledge anyone else. He takes every scrap of your attention that he can, especially because he’s so certain that your parents are angling for Aegon and that once the betrothal is announced he won’t be able to spend time with you like this again.

You put a spanner in the works. After a few weeks at the red keep you tell your family in no uncertain terms that you want Aemond and Aemond only. Your family is hesitant, both because Aemond is the second son and because Aemond is known to be violent and cold.

But you insist.

When your parents go to Aemond to tell him that you have expressed your desire to marry him instead of Aegon, the poor lad just about feints. He says he would be honoured of course, and then the moment they leave he’s sprinting across the castle to your quarters.

You’re confused to see him knocking on your door. You know you shouldn’t open the door because people might see and rumours may start but you couldn’t care less. He is here, so you will let him in.

At first you actually think he looks upset? When you ask what’s going on he just softly asks, “Do you really want me? Did you mean it when you told your parents I was your first choice?”

You don’t even get to finish the word “yes” before he’s barrelling forwards and pulling you into a tight hug. He buries his head in your shoulder and clings to you. He’s so overwhelmed to hear that someone actually chooses him, never mind it being someone he already wishes he could marry.

You hug him back of course, and then when you try to pull away he just grips you tighter. It's like he's afraid if he lets go of you that you'll disappear. You end up having to just rub his back and whisper that you mean it, that you aren't going anywhere.

Aemond truly doesn’t even know what to do with himself when you tell him that you never even considered Aegon, from the moment you saw him no one else came close.

This is definitely where the possessiveness comes in, because there’d be a period between expressing this and actually having the betrothal ironed out and announced.

Until then, all the other male suiters try to get your attention and win your love and it drives Aemond absolutely insane. You actually have to watch him very closely or else he will lure a suitor into the gardens and kill them. He’s threatens to plenty of times.

A big part of this possessive comes from the fact that he honestly is just waiting for the other shoe to drop? He’s so certain that one day you'll wake up and realise what a terrible decision you've made and beg for the betrothal to be canceled.

So every time you talk to another man, he's so so convinced you'll prefer them and tell him that you don't want him anymore. Which is why he absolutely hates seeing you with other people because he thinks every time he's losing his chance.

And so every time you walk back to him and tell him that you can't wait for your parents to officially announce the betrothal he nearly starts crying. He's watching you choose him over and over again and he truly cannot believe it.

As much as he's very traditional and respectful, I think he kinda just falls apart when faced with the fact that you genuinely want him? He tell himself he'll do this the right way, the way that's expected of him but he can't control himself when he's faced with the reality that you actually genuinely want him.

I don't think you two would be able to wait until marriage for that exact reason. He cannot stand the thought of another even considering being with you and honestly he can't even sleep thinking about it.

He ends up knocking on your door most nights and spending hours with you. He can't get enough of you, and he especially can't get enough of hearing you say you love him and want him. How could he ever be expected to spend the night alone knowing that a few floors down there's a woman he absolutely adores who will open her door and let him cuddle her and hear about her day?

He cannot be expected to spend the nights alone and to watch you speak to others and to wait patiently until the betrothal is announced. He never expected to find someone who makes him feel loved and safe and now that he has found you he will never ever let you go.

[yokumirumerafan]

hey again sorry if im asking for too much too soon i feel like i ask a lot but i genuinely love your blog and how active you are! i was wondering whether i could get some relationship headcanons for muzan who's genuinely in love (borderline obsessed) with his wife. Also your recent post of demon slayer characters s/o complaining about not having a boyfriend was so fun to read! i love how despite the fun concepts you write, each character's reactions are still true to their personality and different from one another!

Hey hey, gods no, ask as much as you need I check my tumblr 24/7 it's literally the only thing I do besides school and 213728462 courses after school ;-; Thanks again, I try my best but sometimes I feel like they do kinda repeat a little bit (it's fine, not like anyone notices)

🖤 Obsessively Devoted Muzan x His Wife Headcanons 🖤

🔹 Possessive but in a “you are my everything” way – Muzan adores you to a terrifying degree. You are HIS. He’ll let you do what you want, but the second someone looks at you for too long? That person disappears. 💀 He doesn’t even let demons breathe near you for too long unless he allows it.🔹 You are his greatest weakness – The Demon King who fears nothing fears losing you. The idea of anything happening to you sends him into an absolute panic, though he’ll never show it. If you even trip on something, he’s suddenly at your side, glaring at the floor like he wants to destroy it for hurting you. 😭🔹 Doesn’t let you lift a finger – You tried to cook? No. You tried to carry something? Absolutely not. Muzan snaps his fingers and suddenly upper moons are at your service. Even Douma is like, “Wow, boss, this is kinda extreme.” But Muzan only trusts himself to take care of you properly.🔹 His soft voice is reserved ONLY for you – The demons fear his sharp tone, his anger, and his cruelty. But when he speaks to you? It’s gentle, warm, and filled with reverence. He’ll murmur, “My love,” while cupping your face, pure adoration in his crimson eyes. If anyone hears him talk to you like that? They don’t believe it. Muzan? Soft? Impossible. (But he is and it’s only for you.)🔹 Kisses your forehead ALL THE TIME – You could be ranting, talking, or just existing, and Muzan will randomly cup your face and kiss your forehead like a man absolutely lost in love. (Bonus: If you EVER kiss his forehead back?? He stares at you, completely stunned before just hugging you tight. You’ve officially broken the Demon King.)🔹 Worships you like a goddess – The way he looks at you? Like you put the stars in the sky. He refuses to let you feel anything less than perfect. “You are divine,” he’ll whisper against your skin, tracing his fingers along your cheek. If you EVER insult yourself?? Muzan’s eyes flash with fury. “Do not speak about my wife that way.” (Yes, he is 1000% serious. 😭)🔹 Jealous but in an unhinged way – If someone flirts with you? Muzan is already behind them, smiling. “Did you say something to my wife?” The person immediately regrets their life choices. 💀 If you reassure him that you only love him, he melts instantly and pulls you into a tight embrace. “Good,” he murmurs. “I’d burn the world for you.”🔹 Loves watching you sleep – NOT in a creepy way (okay, maybe a little), but he just finds peace in it. If you fall asleep on his chest, he’ll stroke your hair for hours, listening to your heartbeat. Muzan, the cruel Demon King, finds comfort in YOUR existence. (If you mumble his name in your sleep, he smiles softly and kisses your forehead again.)🔹 Gets SO smug when you say you love him – If you whisper, “I love you, Muzan,” this man smirks like he owns the universe. “Say it again,” he teases, pulling you closer. But if you ever say, “I’ll love you no matter what”—oh. OH. He freezes. His breath hitches. He just holds you tighter and whispers, “You are my eternity.” 😭

HERE’S A LIST OF NAMES MUZAN WOULD CALL YOU BASED ON HIS MOOD 😈💖

🖤 Soft & Loving Muzan (When He’s Feeling Gentle) 🖤

💌 “My love” – His go-to when he’s being affectionate. Simple but holds so much weight. 💌 “Beloved” – If he’s in an especially soft mood. He adores how it sounds. 💌 “My heart” – Because you’re the only thing keeping his cold, immortal existence from being empty. 💌 “Darling” – When he’s feeling a bit more classic and charming. 💌 “My queen” / “My empress” – His possessiveness showing, but in an adoring way. He worships you. 💌 “Precious” – When he’s feeling protective. He hates the idea of you getting hurt.

🔥 Protective & Possessive Muzan (When He’s Being Territorial) 🔥

🔗 “Mine” – Growled, whispered, or purred against your skin. He owns you in every sense. 🔗 “My goddess” – His worshiping side showing when he wants to make it very clear that no one compares to you. 🔗 “Little one” – If he’s feeling dominant. Has a teasing but dangerous edge to it. 🔗 “My moon” – Because he’s the night and you’re the only light he ever wants. 🔗 “Sweet thing” – Murmured against your ear when he’s holding you too close.

🩸 Angry or Frustrated Muzan (When You’ve Tested His Patience)

⚡ “Y/N.” – If you hear just your name in a cold, sharp tone? You’re in trouble. ⚡ “Woman.” – Oh, you’re REALLY in trouble. He only says this when he’s dangerously pissed off. ⚡ “Foolish girl” – If you’re being reckless and scaring him. He masks his worry with anger. ⚡ “Disobedient little thing” – Oh, you wanna defy him? Fine. But you’ll pay for it.

💀 Heartbroken & Vulnerable Muzan (When He’s Afraid of Losing You) 💀

🖤 “My everything” – Whispered, brokenly, like you’re the only thing that matters. 🖤 “Please, my love” – If he’s begging. Muzan never begs—except for you. 🖤 “Stay.” – Said in a desperate whisper, like he’s terrified you’ll disappear. 🖤 “I can’t lose you.” – His greatest fear laid bare. No arrogance, no pride—just raw emotion. 🖤 “You’re the only thing that’s mine.” – The closest he’ll get to admitting he needs you.

✨ Flirty & Teasing Muzan (When He’s In A Playful Mood) ✨

💋 “Temptress” – If you’re teasing him, and he’s trying to act unbothered. 💋 “Pretty thing” – When he’s in the mood to fluster you just by existing. 💋 “Delicate flower” – Mocking but adoring. He likes seeing you blush. 💋 “Wicked little thing” – If you’re challenging him. He loves a fight. 💋 “Enchantress” – Because somehow, you’ve bewitched the Demon King.

🖤 Muzan Raises His Voice & Y/N Flinches – His Reaction (Angst Version) 🖤

The air is thick with tension.

Muzan’s patience had already been razor-thin, but now, it finally snaps. His voice, usually smooth and composed, turns sharp, laced with venomous anger.

"I will not tolerate such incompetence!" His voice booms through the room, laced with frustration.

And then—

You flinch.

It’s small. Barely noticeable. But not to him.

Muzan sees everything.

The way your shoulders tense. The way your breath catches. But what shatters him the most—

You don’t look at him.

Your eyes, the ones that always met his with warmth, avoid him.

You’re looking away.

As if you’re… scared.

Muzan’s body locks up instantly. His rage, so strong just seconds ago, is gone—replaced by a creeping, ice-cold feeling in his chest.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe.

Did you just…?

Did you just flinch away from him?

His crimson eyes widen, scanning your face, desperate for any sign that he’s imagining this. But it’s there—the stiffness in your shoulders, the way you refuse to meet his gaze, as if dreading what he might do next.

His throat tightens.

"My love…" His voice is softer now, trembling at the edges.

You don’t answer. You don’t even glance his way.

You’re still avoiding eye contact.

And that’s when it hits him.

You’re actually scared.

His chest aches.

Muzan—the Demon King, the most feared being in existence—feels something he hasn't felt in centuries.

Regret.

His hands, which had been clenched in frustration, slowly uncurl. His entire demeanor shifts from powerful to desperately gentle. He steps closer—but stops himself, afraid that if he moves too fast, you’ll shrink away.

His immortal heart clenches painfully.

"Did I… scare you?" His voice is barely above a whisper now.

You still don’t answer. Your avoidance speaks louder than words.

Muzan has never felt this kind of helplessness. He could burn the world to the ground. He could strike down anyone who dared defy him. But this?

This is a wound even he doesn’t know how to heal.

"Look at me." His voice is low—not commanding, not demanding. Just… pleading.

When you don’t, something in Muzan breaks.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reaches out, fingertips barely grazing your chin. But he doesn’t force you to look at him. He can’t.

Instead, he exhales shakily, his touch barely there, as if he’s afraid you might disappear.

"I would never hurt you." His voice is raw, vulnerable in a way it never is.

You don’t flinch this time. But you still don’t look at him.

His heart sinks.

Muzan hates this feeling—the tight, suffocating ache in his chest. But if this is what it feels like to lose you, he’ll do anything to make it stop.

For the rest of the night, he is unbelievably gentle. Touching you like you’re something fragile, speaking to you in soft, careful whispers. His usual pride, his arrogance—it’s gone.

Because for the first time in his immortal life—

Muzan Kibutsuji is afraid.

Not of death. Not of weakness.

But of losing you.

🔥 NSFW Alphabet: Muzan Kibutsuji 🔥

(For educational purposes only, of course. 😏)

A = Aftercare 🖤

Surprisingly good at aftercare because he needs you in perfect condition.

Cleans you up meticulously, like he’s handling the most precious artifact.

Expect gentle touches and maybe even a quiet “You did well.”

But if he’s still in a possessive mood? You’re not leaving the bed yet.

B = Body Part 💀

On you? Your neck. Something about the vulnerability of it drives him insane.

On himself? His hands. Loves watching them wrap around your throat or waist while he’s ruining you.

C = Cum 😈

Possessive as hell. He needs to mark you.

He’ll paint your body in it just to admire how dirty you look covered in him.

Loves finishing inside. “Why waste it?” he smirks.

D = Dirty Talk 🗡️

His words are lethal—smooth, commanding, and filthy.

“You belong to me. Say it.”

“You’re so fragile beneath me. I could break you.”

If he’s feeling mean? Mocking praise.

“Look at you. So desperate for me. Do you have no shame?”

E = Experience 🔥

He’s immortal. You really think he doesn’t know what he’s doing?

His experience makes him dangerous—he knows exactly where to touch, bite, and ruin you.

F = Favorite Position 🩸

Overpowering. He wants you beneath him.

Pressed against a wall, pinned down, or bent over.

Face-to-face, so he can see the pleasure and submission in your eyes.

G = Goofy or Serious? 🖤

Dead serious. Every touch, every thrust, every breath is intentional.

But if he’s in an especially good mood? A slow smirk before he ruins you.

H = Hair 👑

Always flawless. You’ll never catch him **messy—**unless it’s because of you.

I = Intimacy 🩶

Muzan doesn’t just sleep with anyone. If he’s with you, you’re his.

Even in his roughest moments, there’s an undeniable obsession in his touch.

J = Jack Off 💀

He’s disciplined, but if he’s away from you too long? It’s your fault for tempting him.

Would rather use you. If he needs relief, you’re getting summoned.

K = Kinks 🔥

✅ Domination – If you think he’ll ever let you be in control? Try again. ✅ Possessiveness – “Say who you belong to.” ✅ Breath Play – He loves controlling your air. ✅ Overstimulation – One orgasm isn’t enough. ✅ Biting – Marks you up like a masterpiece.

L = Location 🖤

Anywhere, anytime. You should know better than to deny him.

His throne room? Inevitable.

Up against a wall after an argument? Also very likely.

M = Motivation 😈

The moment you challenge him? It’s over for you.

If he sees another man look at you for too long—you won’t be walking tomorrow.

N = No 🚫

You don’t get to say no. (Kidding. Mostly. 👀)

He would never actually force you—but denying him has consequences.

O = Oral (Giving & Receiving) 👅

Receiving? He looks beautiful with his head thrown back in pleasure.

Giving? He’ll ruin you with his tongue.

“Be still.” – Good luck with that when he’s dragging you over the edge.

P = Pace 🔥

Calculated and intense. He doesn’t rush—he builds up until you’re begging.

But if he’s pissed off? You’re getting destroyed.

Q = Quickies 💀

Loves them. If he’s feeling impatient, he’ll take you against the nearest surface.

But he much prefers taking his time—drawing out every whimper.

R = Risk 🩸

He’s fearless. He dares someone to walk in while he’s claiming you.

The thrill makes him harder.

S = Stamina ⚡

Unlimited. You’re the only one who will tap out first.

“Already tired? We’ve only just begun.”

T = Toys 👀

Why would he need them? He can break you all on his own.

But if you beg prettily? He might consider tying you up.

U = Unfair 😏

The biggest tease. He’ll edge you for hours if he feels like it.

Loves watching you squirm and beg.

V = Volume 🎶

Low, deep growls.

Occasionally a sharp inhale when you surprise him.

But he prefers to hear you.

W = Wild Card 🔥

Biting? Yes. Pain? Maybe. If you can handle it.

If you tempt him in public? Expect a punishment later.

X = X-ray (What’s He Packing?) 🍆

Above average and thick. (You know damn well.)

Knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning 🖤

Always wants you. Even when he doesn’t need you, you’re his.

Z = ZZZ… Afterward? 😏

You pass out. He watches you.

“So fragile… yet you endure me so well.”

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Chapter 5 purple king

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So ummm i’m back and im stronger it took me a lot of motivation because I need to watch a lot of Tmnt to get motivation ,anyway the creator of the story is @duckp0t I am just the writer btw since my phone wants to be fake I’ll be getting my phone fixed and an iPad for Christmas how do I know because my dad decided that me and my siblings could get one expensive gift so yeah so one I get that I’ll be posting more than reposting ,this story might be a bit short sorry y’all

Warning: yandere themes, dark romance, gore talk?, and other yandere themes

If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Anyway, enough of my yapping, let’s get into the story .

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I looked around seeing a garden?

I walked forward the grass was tall as i walked

through it if I was normal size, it would’ve been

just normal , I get behind a tree as I see who

everyone was talking about and worrying about

the purple King, and it looked like he was playing

golf ?,with other people people more like

mutants? , and they look like they were watching

what he was doing, admiring him.

I watched someone grabs a flamingo handing it

to him I then squinted my eyes to see a hedgehog

as the ball , I frown as I saw this .

Suddenly, he hits the hedgehog and it goes

speeding passed me, everyone cheered for the

king praising him for the hit .

I quickly run over to the hedgehog to help and

untie his ropes that were restraining him ,

Suddenly i heard him yelling

“ where is my ? …Raph !”

“ yes, don-…your majesty” 

the hedgehog panics as it starts squeaking 

I panicked slightly as I shush it gently

“ I want to help you “

I said as a calm down quickly as I got the

ropes off of the hedgehog ,

Suddenly, i heard someone behind me, as I

quickly turn around to see who it was 

“ well if isn’t the wrong reader .”

Raph says ,The hedgehog squeaks again as it

Then runs off to safety .

“ what brings you here? Hmm?”

He curiously looking down at my small form

“ I’ve come to rescue Leo”

I said to Raph as I looked up at him as he sighed

“ you’re not rescuing anyone being a size

of a mouse…”

I sighed but brightened up as I thought of an idea

that might help me

“ well do you have any more of that cake that

made me grow before?”

I asked him in curiosity

“ upelkuchen?…actually, i might have some left”

He says as he started to look around in his

pockets he then pulled out a cake I grabbed it it

“ okay I’m going to use this when I get to Leo now

Now tell me were he is Raph!….please “

Raph sighed in defeat as he looked around before

Picking me up and sneaking away from the

Garden and into the castle .

After a while of walking he settled me down on

The floor I look at the door seeing a little entrance

through the bottom off the door

“ you go Donnie probably knows I’m up to

something ,so while I’m at it I’ll distract him “

He then rushed off i wanted to ask what

Happened between him and the king it seemed

Like they used to be close I could sense it.

I turn back and then crawl under the door to the

I go into the next room that I crawled under. It

Was cold and smelled musty ,i stood up to get a

good look at the place , it was a dungeon ,no

surprise there I suppose

“ Leo…..Leo!”

I whisper yelled as a walk through the cells

“Reader?!”

He said with shock as he popped from the cells

which absolutely scared me

“ Leo you scared me!”

I yell at him as I walk closer to his cell relieved

“ sorry that was my fault..yet why are you here

I thought this was a dream and you know “

He said with sass as he somewhat crosses his

Arms and looks of for a second before looking

back to me and grabbing the bars

“ yet it looks like you’re starting to realize this isn’t

your little crazy messed up dream?, or did the kiss

i give you wake you up? “

I frown as I look at him

“ hey I don’t know what is going on so just leave

me alone okay, I could just leave you here “

I said as i was going to walk away

“ wait ,wait ..okay I’m sorry…. But you did like the

kiss right?”

He said with slight hope

I rolled my eyes as i sighed

“ maybe that did make me realize I wasn’t really

dreaming…”

I cross my arms as I look at him

“ but that’s beside the point now,now I need you

to help me get home somehow “

“Home? But your fine right now “

He said with no remorse but I pinch him which

caused him to yell in pain

“ ow okay okay relax I’ll help you “

“Glad we agree with each other “

I said as I unlocked the lock on the cell

“ well that was quick “

He said surprised as he pushed the cell door open

and holds his hand down for me to jump down ,

carefully I walk onto his palm

“ okay now let’s get out of here “

“ definitely can’t stand Donnie when he thinks

everyone else has to do whatever he pleases just

because something doesn’t go his way “

That perks my interest maybe Leo could tell me

“ Donnie ?”

I said with curiosity as we attempt to find our way

out of the castle ,Leo looks to me as he sighs

“ well eventually you’ll have to find out…Donnie as

you know the purple king used to be my brother “

“ used?…I know brothers fight but what

happened?”

I wondered as I looked at him as he was to me

“ well Donnie …it was the thing I mentioned

earlier about when you didn’t show up and we

were having the big party he …umm he decided

to take over but left us out of it ….until now …

imagine what happens when.. he takes you away

from me?……..”

He murmured the last part as i couldn’t hear him

“ what now?”

I ask him again as I look ahead and freeze

“ Leo …we might have to-“

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“ well well well look what the turtle dropped in no

pun intended for that “

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

I love it when you do that! Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you're an actress filming a emotional scene, tony's used to this, Peter definitely isn't 🫤

Warnings: crying, emotional madness, little talk about your acting character dying, peter being a emotional wreck,

A/N: so I wanted to make a fic where Y/N is an actress and a emotional scene comes on and tony's used to it because he usually stays until the end of your shift, but he brings peter this time, and peter isn't used to this, so all the emotions come rushing in.

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your cast had just finished a scene where they find a video on your laptop, your character is dead btw '-' they were all taking 5, when you saw your father on the phone, slightly hearing his conversation

"Well if your bored just come in........yes thats allowed why do you think im here?" You giggled slightly from his sudden frustration,

"Who was that?" You asked him smiling

"Just the kid," he said messing with something in his phone, looking nervous for some reason, you walked over to the burger king bag which was your lunch, and took out the half eaten burger, then noticed something weird, your 2nd burger was MISSING.

You snapped your head up, jaw agape looking at your father who had accepted defeat in shock, anger, disappointment, betrayal as he laughed at you peter walked in, he waved to you awkwardly, (haha classic peter) you waved back then continued to stare down your father.

"Why is my second burger M.I.A??" He only laughed as you hit him playfully, when you heard your director call you, you shouted

"One sec! That's my queue, gotta go, hold it together kid" you whispered that last bit, knowing what would come from it. 😈

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As gemma (other character) opened the laptop where you had made a video before your tragic death, you were now shooting said video, (here it comes be ready people!)

"Hey, so, some things are about to go down, and i just wanted to say that your gonna be okay, you'll heal, everything will be okay, I'll go knowing i was loved, and i just wanted you to know, that i love you, and it'll be okay, mm-k bye." Gemma was sobbing about this, (so was peter)

and when you heard a loud "CUT!" Everybody started clapping, this was the season finally, the air was filled with "yayy" and "whooo" and "lets goo" lots of that,

when you walked toward your father and your best friend your dad engulfed you in a big hug, while peter was boo-hoo crying over here 💀

When you pulled away from your father and turned to your best friend and saw his state, you immediately went in to comfort him, hugging him, him holding on as tight as possible, sobbing into your shoulder, you cackling at his sudden vulnerability

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY!?" you said in between your laughter

"YeAh, i just reAlly love y0u" he said sadly, you rubbing his back to try and calm him down, after a few moments of you comforting him, and trying to hide your laughter, failing miserably 💀

"Are you okay?" You asked seriously this time,

"Yeah, yeah im okay" your dad was smiling and nodded hid head in direction of the main door. You cracking jokes and cracking that whole way home. Peter squeezed into the middle seat, in between you and your father, constantly getting hit by verbal crossfire.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

clarence,,,,i miss him but my minecraft obsession stole me so im just not drawing him anymore dies of death.

youuu should talk about clarence i think thanmks. share your headcanons idk???? silly ideas??

its so hard to talk about him actually he sucks can he get more character building in canon thanks-

ALSO HAII HII HAVENT TALKED TO YOU IN A LOONG TIME HAIII

KOIIIIII. OH MY GOD HI <33333 omg dude. getting this ask was like a ray of absolute sunshine in my inbox you dont even KNOW. my writing energy has been at absolute 0 for like a month and a half now. i also miss clarence. thank u sm for giving me an excuse to talk about him <3333 putting this under a cut because oh god it turned into just a big block of text.

here special for you -> my most recent clam writings. this is for my big long nhw fic, a very very first rough outline of the first time mal sees his apartment. i love you using living spaces as a way to get to know a character better. yes i gave him a fish tank. yes this was entirely self indulgent. dont ask me about nhw clarence's fish tank unless you want a wildly in depth conversation about hobby aquariums.

FUN FACT ABOUT ME that i think nobody ever would be able to guess considering the everything about me. danny phantom is. biggest source of inspiration in my life (*gasps of surprise*) so like. the fact that clarence is LITERALLY VOICED BY THE GUY WHO VOICED DANNY PHANTOM. thats huge for me yeah. and its like. a huge huge part of how i characterize clarence considering we get like 0 canon information on him (however. i have dissected his 37 seconds of canon dialogue so much i can point you to any one sentence and tell you how i got from point a to point b characterwise. i have basis in canon TRUST ME). i have that damn clip saved in the dead center of my desktop. im normal about him

anyway. anyway. koi i dont know if youve ever watched danny phantom but i think you should its great. its so fun its awesome. BASICALLY. the reason i bring this up. the way i picture clarence is like... what if an alternate universe danny grew up under the rules of the pd spirit world and without the support system he has in the original show. clarence is like. hes like danny but worse to me. hes like danny who was granted the title of ghost king at too young of an age and didnt have anyone to fall back on to tell him how to handle that so he handled it like a teenage boy (badly and irresponsibly) and just . continued to grow up that way. hes messy hes irresponsible he doesnt really CARE about his duty as the whisperer but at the same time... nobody else is gonna do it so he has to. the crown weighs heavy! its fucking exhausting! its either a blessing or a curse, depending on how you look at it !!

a huge part of danny's early character in dp is being very new with his powers and figuring out how to use them, and often using them for petty selfish things like pranking his bully or cheating on a test. the thing with danny though is that he has his best friends and later older sister there to stop him from doing stupid shit and take better responsibility for his actions! clarence to me is like. what if that didnt happen. what if he kept being annoying and petty and using his powers selfishly and didnt see anything wrong with that ! i think being the whisperer grants him a sort of regality that makes him appear to anyone who doesnt know him as this ethereal powerful mysterious figure, and thats really good for intimidation and using his title to get what he wants, but i think as soon as anyone got to know him (cough. mal) he'd just kind of be like. a goofy kind of lazy teenage boy in a grown man's body. i think hes GOOD at his job and does have some sort of moral code about it, some sense of duty about it (especially when he gets older) but he doesnt think its fair that it all got shouldered on him when its not something he ever wanted . hes similar to william in that way <3

god thats so much. i think about him a lot. whatever. you understand. ive mostly been thinking about clarence in the context of nhw cause i want to finish that fic so badly but . i seriously gotta get back on the canon clarence train. i miss him. i gotta relisten to pd again and actually take notes on the tiny bits of spirit world lore we get bc right now im jsut working off of my swiss cheese memory and also the episode 39 speech. man. i love him. do you ever think about clam? i think about clam a lot.

[twisted-turtels]

Crossed Paths (Pt. 3)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: Ooh things are getting a little bit heated. Also lmk if i should start putting warnings or anything. And leave me feedback as well. I like to know how other people feel about it.

1626 words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Crossed Paths

‘im outside,’ Farleigh texts.

Jordan looks at her phone, quickly checking her outfit in the mirror before leaving. She walked down the stairs and noticed Farleigh waiting outside, leaning on the lamppost.

“Hi, stranger,” Jordan announces herself. 

“Hey, Jordy,” Farleigh says softly. 

“So where’s this bar at, or shall I say ‘pub,’” Jordan laughs to herself, “I’m hilarious.”

Farleigh looks at her in faux disgust, “Americans, tsk.”

“What, I’m funny,” Jordan responds as Farleigh stares at her, “Mmm, tough crowd, I guess.”

“Anyways, the bar is about a ten-minute walk, so we’ll be there soon, but try to keep up. I know you have short legs,” Farleigh jokes.  

“Maybe if one of your strides didn’t equal ten feet, I wouldn’t have to rush so bad,” Jordan rolls her eyes and whispers, “Big ass feet.”

Farleigh gasps, “ I heard that. You can find the bar by yourself.” He walks away dramatically.

“Wait!” Jordan throws her hand out as she tries to catch up with him, “Don’t leave me!”

Farleigh and Jordan enter ‘King’s Arm.’ 

“Farleigh! Jordan!” Venetia yells while waving her hand.

The two walk up to the siblings. “We already bought a round of drinks,” Felix explains, “Take your pick.”

“I’ve never had beer before,” Jordan says.

“You’re 19, and you’ve never drank before?” Venetia asks

“You have to be 21 to drink in America, Vee, but who’s to say I’ve never drank before?” Jordan continues, “There’s a lot y’all don’t know about me.”

Farleigh leans forward and rests his head in his hands, “Well then, tell us more about yourself.” 

The group stares at Jordan expectingly. 

“Uh,” Jordan looks around nervously, “Well, firstly, stop staring at me like that.”

The group laughs, “Sorry. You can continue,” Felix insists.

“Well. I’m 19. I was born on April 1 in Houston, Texas. I live with my mom in Houston. My favorite things to do are read, write, and play the Sims 2,” She ponders, “My home university is Rice University in Houston. Still, I’m here for an exchange program. I’ll be here for a year, so…” Jordan trails off.

“Rice is an Ivy League, isn’t it?” Farleigh asks. 

“Yeah, my SAT was 1500, I graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA, and I won numerous writing competitions,” Jordan states. The group looks at her in disbelief, “Not to brag or anything,” she clarifies.

“I think you’re the smartest one out of all of us,” Venetia says.

“Don’t say that,” Jordan laughs, her tone slightly uneasy. 

“No, really, you’re extremely intelligent. Oxford is going to be easy for you, I promise.” Farleigh reassures. 

The group continues to converse until the end of the night, gradually getting louder and more comfortable with each other.

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Jordan and Farleigh walk around the town square to pass the time. “Are you going home for Christmas?” Farleigh wonders.

“Farleigh, I just got here. Tickets are way too expensive to return for Christmas. I’ll probably go back sometime in the springtime,” Jordana responds, “What about you?”

“No, I’m staying here. That brings me to ask, do you want to go to the college Christmas party in two weeks,” Farleigh asks while taking out a cigarette, “Do you smoke?”

“No, I smoke other things, though,” Jordan responds with a slight smirk.

Farleigh stares at her curiously, “Like, what?”

Jordan gives a deadpan look, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Lucky for you, there will be much of that at the party. So is that a yesss?’ Farleigh continuously pokes Jordan.

“Oh my god, yes, I’ll be at the party,” Jordan says while laughing.

“Good, I can’t wait. Now, let’s get you home.”

Jordan and Farleigh continue walking to her apartment while joking with each other. As they strolled through the dimly lit streets, the banter between Jordan and Farleigh continued, filling the night air with laughter. 

Two weeks later

“Farleigh, I have to do math tutoring with this asshole in my class. He’s so annoying, like, why is it mandatory for exchange students to do this shit?” Jordan holds her phone between her ear and shoulder while cleaning her apartment.

Farleigh chuckles on the other line, “Who’s the unlucky guy to be graced with your presence?”

“Firstly, die. Secondly, his name is Michael or something. He thinks he’s hot shit because he can do his times table in his head. Do y’all not realize I passed my SAT with a 1500? I’m no dummy. I can’t believe-” Jordan rants until Farleigh cuts in, “Michael Gavey? Yeah, I don’t like him. I think he’s even friends with Oliver.”

“Ugh, of course, they know each other. Honestly, if I have to hear one of Oliver’s lackluster essays again, I think I would rip my eardrums out.” Jordan complains.

“Right on sista,” Farleigh exclaims 

Jordan changes the subject, “So party starts at nine, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be at your place around 9:30. You’ll have more than enough time to be ready,” Farleigh confirms. 

“Ooh, I’m so excited. My first English party. My outfit is so cute, oh my gosh. I can’t wait till y’all see it,” Jordan talks excitedly.

“You look good in anything, Jordy. I can’t wait to see it either.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush over the phone. But thanks, Farleigh, I appreciate the compliment.” Jordan says with a laugh.

“I’m just saying. So see you at 9:30,” Farleigh asks for confirmation.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Jordan says before hanging up, excitement bubbling for her first English party.

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Jordan walks outside and sees Farleigh, Venetia, and Felix all smoking while waiting for her. She lightly jogs over to them.

“Hi, guys!” Jordan exclaims.

“Oh Jordan, you look so pretty,” Ventia yells, “Do a spin for us.”

Jordan grins and obliges, twirling around.

“You look beautiful, Jordy,” Farleigh says.

“Thanks, Farleigh,” Jordan blushes.

“Did you make the dress yourself,” Felix asks as the group walks towards the commons building.

“Only part of it. The dress didn’t come with the fluffy stuff on it, so I had to sew that on real quick,” Jordan explains.

“A woman of many trades, I see,” Felix jokes.

As they continue walking towards the party, they hear the music getting louder. Farleigh walks next to Jordan and leans down to whisper in her ear, “I got in contact with someone to get you what you want.”

She looks up at him sideways, “Why are you whispering? It's just weed.”

Farleigh stands straight and clears his throat, “I like to be mysterious. Adds to the thrill.”

Jordan chuckles, “Fair enough. How much do they charge?”

“Usually 40, but I got it down to 25,” Farleigh says. 

Jordan pats on his chest, “Good job,” She grabs his hand, “Let’s go inside.” They share a laugh as they enter the lively atmosphere of the party. 

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The group enters the party, immediately engulfed by the pulsating beat of the music. The room is filled with students chatting, dancing, and enjoying the festive atmosphere. Venetia heads straight to the dance floor, pulling Felix along while Farleigh and Jordan make their way to the bar. 

“Are they playing Beyonce,” Jordan yells over the loud music.

“That’s what it sounds like,” Farleigh responds just as loudly.

“Is Lucas here,” Farleigh asks the bartender. “Yeah, he’s over there,” the bartender points to the corner where Lucas stands with friends.

“We’ll be back,” Farleigh yells at the bartender, “Have a round ready.” The bartender nods.

Farleigh grabs Jordan’s hand and pulls her over to Lucas. “Farleigh, what’s up,” Lucas yells.

“You know what I’m here for,” Farleigh digs in his pocket and pulls out 25£.

Lucas looks down at Farleigh’s hand and takes the cash. “Of course,” he puts something in Farleigh's hand.

Farleigh sees four pre-rolls. He nods at Lucas before he and Jordan walk back to the bar.

“Here you go,” Farleigh places two rolls in Jordan’s hand, “You even have one for later.”

“I didn’t think you were gonna pay for them. I’ll pay you back,” Jordan said, putting one of the joints to her lips. “Do you have a lighter?”

“Yeah,” Farleigh takes out his lighter and brings the lighter up to Jordan’s joint. Farleigh holds the flame steady as Jordan leans in, her eyes locked onto his. The soft glow from the lighter emphasizes the features of her face. Has she always had a mole there?

The air between them cackles with an unspoken tension.

As Jordan pulled away, a small smile on her lips, she exhaled the smoke in Farleigh’s face. Farleigh blinks, momentarily caught off guard. 

“Let’s take a shot,” she insists as she grabs a glass. 

“Uh yeah,” Farleigh grabs a glass.

 “Cheers,” They both yell out.

“Now let’s dance,” Farleigh grabs Jordan’s hand and leads her to the dance floor with Venetia and Felix. 

The group loses themselves in the rhythmic movement, the colorful lights casting a vibrant glow on their laughter-filled faces. Jordan’s moves are graceful, drawing Farleigh’s attention. Farleigh, matching her energy, moves in sync with the music. They dance close to each other, Jordan’s back on Farleigh’s chest. Jordan turns around, facing Farleigh, who puts his hands around her waist. Jordan takes another drag of her joint and pulls Farleigh’s face closer to hers, their lips almost grazing as she blows the smoke into his mouth. 

Farleigh breathes in and exhales slowly, “What are you doing to me?” he whispers.

“What do you mean,” Jordan teases with faux innocence before turning around and leaving to dance with Venetia.

Felix walks up to Farleigh, a knowing grin on his face. Farleigh looks at him and rolls his eyes, “Don’t say anything.”

“I didn’t even say any-” Felix starts.

“Shut up.”

The night unfolds with laughter, music, and the undeniable tension between Jordan and Farleigh. 

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Abby, Yara and Lev incorrect quilted cuz they are my children and I would die for them (with some other characters) xx

Abby: I really like Eminem.  Yara: I prefer skittles.  Abby: I’m talking about the rapper.  Lev: Why would you eat the wrapper?

Lev: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Abby way.  Yara: Isn't that the wrong way?  Lev: Yes, but it's faster.

Lev: It's locked. You got a lock pick?  Yara: Yeah-  Abby: *kicks in the door*

Abby: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!  Yara: Alright.  Lev: Hey, I-  Abby: SHUT UP!  Lev: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!  Yara: It was bound to be stupid.

Lev: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-  Abby: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~  Lev: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-  Yara, recording: This is so cute.

*Squad is playing Among Us*  Yara: I believe Lev is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Abby, what were you doing?  Abby: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!

Lev: Thanks for not telling Yara what happened.  Abby, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

Abby, to Yara: If Lev doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.  Lev, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Lev: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?  Yara: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!  Lev: Mean.

Lev: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and…  Yara: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma.  Lev: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said…  Abby: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

Abby: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!  Abby: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-  Lev: I did?  Abby: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Lev.  Abby: *walks away*  Lev:  Lev: She’s gone Owen.  Owen, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Thank you!

Lev: I have a plan.  Abby: I have the hospital and Mel on speed dial.

Lev, on the phone: Uh. . Hey, Mel, i uh, I’ve been stabbed.  ABBY: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?  Lev: Wait- You aren’t Mel. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you-  Abby: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU ALONE AFTER BEING STABBED.

Yara: I'm very disappointed in you, Lev.  Abby: C'mon, don't get mad at Lev!  Yara: Abby, stop telling Lev it's okay for them to punch you! They need to learn not to punch people!  Abby: But I'm not a person!  Lev: Which is why I punched her!

Abby: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone*  Yara: Hey, Abby, how was your day?  Abby: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Yara* Hell.  Lev, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you?

Abby: Where’s Lev?  Yara: Around.  Abby: Around?  Abby: You don’t have any idea, do you?  Lev, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Abby: Hey, Lev. Why did the chicken cross the road?  Lev: To get to the other side?  Abby: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“  Lev: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road?  Abby: To get to the idiot’s house.  Lev: ...Ok?  Yara: Hey, Lev. Knock knock.  Lev: No.  Yara: You were supposed to say “who’s there?”  Lev: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there?  Yara: The chicken.  Lev: Abby: Yara: Lev:Listen here you little shits-

Yara: Yesterday, I overheard Lev saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Abby replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Yara: Abby, just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.  Yara: No, that’s Owen… I’m your nicest friend.  Yara: No, thats Lev... I’m your friend!

Abby: I hate to to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.  Yara & Lev: Yara: Was it Lev?

*Lev is laying on the floor with their eyes closed*  Abby: Hey, are they sleeping or dead?  Yara, messing around: Hopefully dead, I hated them.  Abby, joining it: Yeah, me too.  Lev, sitting up: First of all, fuck you guys.

Lev: Abby, just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.  Lev: No, that’s Yara… I’m your nicest friend.  Lev: No, thats Owen... I’m your friend!

[itsbubbleteataro]

IM INSPIRED YIPPIE

I was thinking about everyone's favorite gambler and had funny thoughts so enjoy please

Orange Slice

Warnings; slight angst, mentions of slavery, mentions of abuse, mentions of parent

A few days ago Jade had called him into her office saying that he was to come with her to a smaller planet named Anides to see if they could talk the planet into being open to interglacial trade. And so, as he was asked, he went.

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The ship was welcomed by the Royal family of Anides. Queen Clora standing next to the oldest, Prince Soulris and the middle child, Prince Orion.

Queen Clora worse robes that seemed to be loosely draped over her. The colors of the spring garden they stood in. Her hair, long and a light brown fading to a light pink, flowing as if a breeze were blowing it. There was no breeze.

Prince Soulris wore a suite of white with a light pink tie. His hair, short and golden. Waving just like his mother's. His eyes a shade of gold.

Prince Orion was next. His hair, short and brown, also waving. His eyes golden. Freckles dotted his skin. He wore lose fitting robes like his mother, only they were the colors of the sunset, accented with a deep purple.

Strange. Hair waving with no breeze. He looked up to Jade who just greeted the family. With a wave of Queen Clora's hand they weee walking to the grand castle.

"There are two more. The king is asleep, working only at night. His daughter takes after him. As for the hair, it's because they are spell casters, one of the few in the galaxy. Their hair flows due to their strong magical abilities. Pay attention, this will not be an easy negotiation"

Jade whispered down to him as they walked behind the family. Aventurine nodded, keeping mental notes. He would watch closely. He has too, he wants to claw his way to the top, he has to watch closely.

He had no chips at the table, and he sure wanted some.

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The meeting had ended several system hours ago. They would be here for a few more days, Jade still trying to convince the very stubborn queen.

Aventurine had wondered out to the garden, the night cool and calm. He was avoiding fresh nightmares still. He couldn't stop seeing the slaves he had killed, the dreams he had taken. They tormented him nightly, just like tonight.

With a shaky breath, he rubbed his neck, over his mark. An awful reminder of the life he had escaped from. It seemed to burn at times, even on nights as cool as this. Another one of many painful memories.

He walked deeper into the garden, stopping when he saw a woman. Long waving hair, robes lose fitting and light purple with small little gold accents, as if they were stars. Eyes a shade of gold. Around her ankles were gold anklets. 

She turned and looked at him, a bit surprised.

"H-hello?"

Aventurine froze before waving back and introducing himself.

Was she a member of the royal family? She had the same eyes. Was waving hair exclusive to the royal family? The royal family was all wearing crowns and she isn't so maybe she's not?

His thoughts raced and the woman looked away, shy.

That was the first night

The second night went much better. They introduced themselves. The woman showed him around the garden, showing him all the flowers that only bloomed at night. Showing him the constellations.

They went like this nightly. The two meeting in the garden and the woman showing him around, the night markets, the rivers and springs. Aventurine started to look forwards to their nightly meetings.

It was the fourth night, the two simply sitting together in the garden.

"You said you were born with exceptional luck, correct?"

"Yes, why?"

"A-ah then you may not have need for my gift but" 

The woman presses her hands together. When she pulls them apart she had created him a poker chip. Instead of the center being blank, it held the imprint of a star. The colors, matching his own colors. His eyes widened.

A chip. He had his first chip.

He looked up at her. She looked nervous. He smiled, thanking her.

Did he have two chips? Could he use this against the Queen? No he couldn't. She never said if she was a part of the royal family or not. And even if she was, did he want to use her as a chip? No, it felt strange. Awful.

So he had his one chip.

But he wasn't sure if he wanted to spend this chip.

So he tucked it away, in his breast pocket, close to him at all times.

The two talked and talked till the sun started to rise.

The woman walked over to an orange tree in the garden. She pealed it, and handed him the orange. Smiling as she spoke with a smile,

"Good morning Aventurine"

Aventurine didn't let him self think. Sure four days was a short amount of time to fall in love with someone, but he was leaving in two days. He was gifted something special, so he decided to return something equally as special.

He kissed her cheek as he took the orange from her hand

"Good morning (y/n)"

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The queen ran late to the fifth day's meeting.

Again the meeting trialed on and on. Both parties fighting over the intergalactic trade, the IPC wanting a foothold and the Queen, not budging, always denying.

Aventurine kept learning by watching, observing both sides. Learning and watching how Jade and the Queen would both gain and gamble their metaphorical chips.

Soon enough the sun set and they all went to their rooms, all but Aventurine, who went straight to the garden.

He sat on the bench they always met. And stayed, waiting. Waiting for several system hours until Soulris walked out, finally finding Aventurine.

Aventurine shot up, quickly bowing. Soulris looked guilty. He held out an orange as he spoke,

"Mother broke her legs in two. I overheard her saying that it was too dangerous for her to walk out there, in the gardens with you, so she had to save her"

They both looked equally horrified. Aventurine took the orange and pealed it. Asking Soulris to deliver a message to his sister, and an orange, something they both started to share in the mornings.

Soulris nodded and left to deliver the orange and message to his sister.

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It's been years since then. Aventurine was pealing an orang, leaving the peals all over Dr. Rato's desk.

With each layer removed another pleasant memory bubbled to the surface, about the woman he met in the gardens of a palace, and the sharp and abrupt goodbye that they had to share.

"The Greeks used to eat Oranges every day in the mornings, they figured it would warm the stomach"

Ratio spoke up, before swiping away all the orange peals

"Now get your damn orange peals off my desk"

The two were then called to Penacony.

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Again, Aventurine sat in the lounge, eating an orange when he saw a face he never imagined he'd see again, and feeling he thought he had managed to lose bubbling again to the surface.

It was her, the woman whose mother broke her legs, walking by and taking a seat near him, pealing an orange.

The two made eye contact, eyes widening, breath quickening, scooting closer to eachother.

Orange slices getting exchanged with smiles

[teatimeatwinterpalace]

Like it or not, the one who saved and modernized the monarchy was King George V, not king Edward VII, and this is an undisputed fact that all historians would agree with. After all, It was during the reign of King George V that 13 European Monarchies crumbled to the ground while the british monarchy survived. And it survived because of George V, because of his leadership, his modern statesmanship, his will to embrace and encourage changes, his popularity and the respect that his nation had for him, while he led his country to victory during WW1. He was the FIRST Monarch that brought monarchy close to people, hence why he was nicknamed the People's Monarch or the Citizen Monarch. George reigned during the most difficult times in the history of monarchy and of mankind, but he managed to save his monarchy and to modernize it, setting the path for a Constitutional Modern Monarch*. Your bias cannot change it, because facts dont give a damn about your opinions. A pity that you cannot uplift Edward VII without bringing George down. George wasnt dull, he was quite the character. He was genuine, funny, reproachable, a lover of books and cinema, and most importantly he was a SERIOUS LEADER, who acted exactly as a modern head of state is suppsed to act. Oh and he was a FAITHFUL Husband, he was devoted to his wife and loyal to her throughout their entire marriage. Something that can never be said of Edward VII who was unfaithful and over-indulgent in everything ( Im sure his mistresses would have preferred Handsome George though). If being faithful and family-oriented makes a man dull, than give me dull everyday. Queen Alexandra would've been happy to have married a man like George who never embarrassed and humiliated his wife

Oh my, where does this come from? lmao. Tbh, I deserve this kind of message when it's about Wilhelm. I'm totally biased regarding this rascally young fop (Alexander III said it first!). Badmouthing him is one of my favourite pastime. But George, come on! I never been too harsh with him? EXCEPT, perhaps, when it comes down to the Romanovs, but what can I say? When you don't have a backbone, you really don't…

Yet, I'm a tad puzzled by your message because we are talking about George V right? The one who in April 1905 hadn't seen his children for three months. The one who used to shout at his second son "Get it out" when the poor soul was suffering from stammer. The one who in 1917, while on a stroll in the grounds of Sandringham complained to Nora Wigram that his children always avoided him. Nora retelling this story in one of her letters to her parents said how Mary, David and Bertie became "quite cheerful & entirely flippant, writing their names in the snow" when George and Mary had gone home on said stroll. However, do you know who was ACTUALLY a good father? his cousin *whispering* Nicky.

Faithful yes but let me remind you that their marriage was far from smooth sailing. They lived seperately for months on end. You also must have forgotten the countless letters from George trying to apologise for shutting down, being rude or cold towards May. + May's letters complaining on how he would shut her out. The man was unable to articulate his feelings which led to endless misunderstanding. May who once wrote to George while in Paris : "I quite understand about yr not wishing to come to Paris & am not angry, I only thought it wd be nice change as I find life in general very dull- unless one has a change sometimes." She had wanted him to join her but had received a rebuff instead. May who wrote to his brother in 1900 while she was stuck in the gloomy York Cottage: "It is so dull here & I feel very low & depressed tho' Im pretty well on the whole" (alright she was pregnant at that time, but guess where George was?… out shooting birds).

Led his country to victory during WW1? Hmmm, you really mean George V who was described in 1918 by the Viscount Esher in those terms: "he seems virtually a recluse, steadily devoting himself to good purposes and little works of a good kind, but with not conspicuousness, no assertiveness of the King's position." / "making himself a nonentity" ? While May wrote on 19 november 1916 to her son David about the hospital visits: "They are "assomant" (tiresome) & I dislike them more than words can describe!" and then proceeded to explain how much she enjoyed her shopping trips at Goode's.

I'm teasing because OF COURSE I think George V was a good ruler and perhaps he was the kind of ruler the country needed at that time. He was a great arbitrator and was able to adapt and change despite having conservative views and being very much uneducated. How he dealt with the Irish question is a stellar example! He was an ordinary man who disliked society and suffered from bouts of depression. There is a sentence that struck me in Ridley's book which in my opinion sums up George : "He was a man of disconnected feelings".

I could write PAGES about Bertie's shortcomings and how his shenanigans damaged the monarchy. Yet he was a gifted ruler, very much in tune with his time.

So I guess anon, it comes down to... preference. If you are more into shooting birds and collecting stamps, you do you! I, on the contrary, have a soft spot for cosmopolitan kings with a string of scandals.

Now if you'd excuse me, I'm off painting the town red with Bertie!

[anawrites3]

Ana seeing as Ive just finished reading the Captive Prince trilogy, Im iching for a sladick AU with a similar premise.

In the books they mention that slaves/pets are trained to take cock well before they lose their virginity.

If Dick was given to Slade (not a Prince, maybe a member of nobility? A slave trainer? Whatever role you like)...

Ahh that's great! I havent read it yet because I just cant put my hands on it, it's so expensive here :( and I dont think any libraries nearby have it haha

But I'm always all in for some slave/master dynamics 😏💕 so have a little story, I hope it's what you were thinking about!

Dick breathed out slowly in an attempt to calm down even just slightly, and his breath shook almost as badly as his hands did when he was shading his robe. Lord Slade Wilson, the man that was his master now, was sitting comfortably on the settee in front of him, watching Dick like a predator watches its prey. He was sprawled on the soft cushions with his legs spread comfortably, his pants untied and lowered just enough to uncover his erected cock.

The thin material of Dick's robe pooled around his feet and for a moment he allowed himself to just stand there, letting Slade's hungry gaze wander around his body. It's not like it was covering much in the first place but without it Dick suddenly felt much more vulnerable.

"Do you know what to do, boy?" Slade drawled in a low voice.

With those few words, he interrupted the silence that wasn't exactly comforting but still made the whole situation feel more surreal. As if it was just a distant dream or, more precisely, a nightmare. A few words, that's all it took Slade to made everything feel so much more real for Dick.

Dick shouldn't even be there. He was a prince, even after being betrayed and sold, even after being bought by men that "trained" pleasure slaves and... and after being forced to go through said training himself- he still was a prince of Gotham, the first son of king Bruce Wayne. He shouldn't be there, gifted to lord Wilson to be his slave and do everything the man wanted.

Still, what left his mouth was, "Yes, master."

Slade kept watching him. Dick looked back, his heart pounding against his ribcage, painfully aware of every inch of his naked body, still bruised from the last time his trainers punished him.

The man patted wordlessly at his thighs and Dick stepped closer, close enough to put his hands on Slade's shoulders and take a seat on his lap. Slade's hands seemed to be scorching hot when they found their place on Dick's waist and for a moment Dick was sure that they would leave marks on his skin with barely any touch. But no - it was just Dick who was cold, still not used to this realm's weather.

Slade traced his hipbone with his thumb.

"They told me no one touched you before." He mused. "Is that true?"

Dick lowered his gaze. He wet his lips with his tongue, hating how nervous he still got while talking about it after everything he already went through.

"Yes, master. I'm fully yours."

Slade's fingers dug into his skin as Dick got pulled closer to the man, so close that their chests were pressed together, Slade's cock rubbing against his stomach.

"But you still know what to do." Slade said, more a statement than a question.

Dick swallowed, "I've been trained well."

The settee whispered when Slade leaned back against it more comfortably. He continued watching Dick's every reaction, his every move. It wasn't how Dick imagined a lover would ever look at him.

But that was before. Now he was just a pleasure slave, property of his master.

"Show me then, little bird." Slade purred out, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smirk. "Let's see how good you are."

[duck-short-depressed-king]

(A/N: Yes, Ive kept this a secret until now! You will be receiving. I know I said on my 'Blog Info' post I won't do none of these. SIKE! Im not deleting that off either. Hope you enjoy! Now my stuff won't be long as hell, so..sorry about that. Please do not criticize me for my bad writing. I'm not new to these fanfic stuff, I ONLY READ THEM.

Warnings: Body Parts / Flirting / Mild Cursing / Mention Of Perverting (A joke!) / OOC

🍎🪽Chapter #1

You and the King of hell knew each other for a while since the hotel has been rebuilt in all. But Lucifer here, started to develop feelings for you. But he kept them a secret because it wasn't sure how to tell you. But today, he built up the courage to go to your room and ask you out on a date. With a nervous look on his face, he knocked on the door. "Reader? Are you up?" He asked. It was pretty early within the hotel.

I just woke up from my nap, yawning. My hair a mess and I was in some really short pants, with a long shirt on. I walked over to the door and answered. "I am now..." I opened the door, revealing Lucifer. What could he want?

His cheeks flushed, seeing your hair being a mess along with the short pants that you were wearing. He tried to hide the blushed, but it was very obvious. "Can I.. um, come in?" He asked.

"Sure." I answered, opening the for him, as he lets himself in. "So, what do you need?" I asked, sitting down on my bed.

He closes the door behind him and then looks over at you, sitting on your bed. He couldn't help but look at the short pants you were wearing for a bit before looking at your face, his blush increasing. He sat down beside you, a few inches away from you.

He inhaled and then exhaled, gathering his courage before talking. "I need to ask you something... something really important."

I raised an brow. I can fell myself waking up alot more now. I brushed some hair from my face. "What is it?" I asked.

He swallowed hard. He tried to remain calm, but his heart was pounding in his chest like a hammer. He took another breath before talking again. "I've been wanting to ask you this for quite some time now, but I never had the chance to."

He paused for a few seconds before looking straight into your eyes. "I, um... Reader... I was wondering if you... I mean..." He got cut off, his nerves taking over.

"Damn it..." He whispered under his breathe, being frustrated with himself for not saying anything. Then, he took another deep breath before trying again. "I... Reader, will you... go on a date with me?" He finally asked, his face as red as a tomato now.

My eyes widened, my cheeks turning red as well. I mean, wouldn't it be kinda surprising if the King of Hell knocked on your door early in the morning and asked you to go on a date with him? I thought to myself. I always had feelings for the King Of Hell myself... this wouldn't go wrong...right? I had no idea how to respond to this, so I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Yes!" I quickly said, looking away.

Lucifer looked at you, surprised that you had said yes just as quickly. He expected you to at least think about it for a moment first. But even so, he wasn't complaining. He smiled, his heart now beating a million times per second. "Wait, really?" He asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.

I looked back to the ground, before looking into Lucifer's eyes. The yellow glowing, waking me up a little more. "Y-yes...Id love to go on a date with you." I said so shy. Why do I feel so shy all the sudden...?

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat as you said that you would go on a date with him. He was ecstatic at the sound of that and a large smile spread across he face. "Y-you would?" He asked, wanting to hear you say it once more just to make sure it was actually happening and not some dream from him.

I nodded, my blush getting even wider...

He was so sure that he was dreaming. This just couldn't be reality, could it? But here you were, sitting next to him and saying that you accepted. He was so excited that he couldn't even believe it.

He scooted a little closer to you, looking at you. "S-When... when do you want to go out then?" He asked.

"I-I think I'll be free tomorrow?" I answered, looking back at him. The blush finally fading away now that I seem less shy.

He nods, a soft smile on his face. "Perfect. Tomorrow it is then." He replied before pausing for a moment. "I... I'll come pick you up. What time works best?"

I really had nothing to do tomorrow, expect Charlie's exercises, which lasts about 40 minutes or less. I thought about this, and sighed. "I think I'll be free after Charlie's exercises." I answered.

Lucifer nods again, mentally making a note of the time. "Sounds good." He responded.

He looks at you for a moment, getting a good look at you. He noticed you were wearing some really short pants and a long shirt. He couldn't help but stare at your legs a bit, the shorts not covering much.

I looked at Lucifer, realizing he was staring at something. I followed his gaze down to my legs. Damnit! I forgot that I didn't have the proper pants on. "S-sorry! I should put some pants on so it doesn't distract you..." I apologized, getting up to get some pants from my drawer.

He quickly shook his head, looking away and blushing a bit from getting caught. "No, no, no- it's fine! You don't have to change. I don't mind." He assured you, not wanting to stop you from wearing them. He was enjoying the view, after all.

"O-okay? So your okay with this?" I said, confusingly. He kinda seems like a pervert right now, but...I don't mind? I kind of like him staring at me...

He nods. "Yeah, I'm completely fine with this." He responded, looking back at your legs again. He couldn't take his eyes off them, they looked so soft and smooth. He wanted to touch them...

He quickly shook the thought from his mind, trying to maintain his composure. He didn't want to get carried away, especially not this early.

I wondered, why is he still here..I need to get ready for the day anyway... "Uh, anything else Mr. Stare?" I teased, smiling softly as I looked at his flustered reaction to my teasing.

Lucifer blushed even more when you teased him for staring at your legs. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying the view, but he didn't expect you to call him out on it. He chuckled, trying to play it off.

"Hey, it's not my fault they look so good." He teased back, his eyes wandering down to your legs again.

I blushed again, as he got me back. "Was that a flirt?" I laughed.

He chuckled, a mischievous look in his eye. "Mayyyybe..." He responded, a sly smile on his face. He leaned a bit closer to you, his eyes still looking down at your legs.

"I mean, how could I not flirt with a pair of legs like that?" He added, his tone a bit more playful now.

"You kinda starting to seem like a pervert..." I joked, wondering why he had so much interest in my legs.

He chuckled again, his smile growing wider. "Guilty as charged." He joked back. He couldn't help but continue to shamelessly look at your legs. They just looked so damn good.

"But can you blame me, really? I mean, have you seen yourself? You're beautiful." He spoke, his eyes finally meeting yours for a moment. He was clearly enjoying this little back and forth.

I felt butteflies in my stomach. "Aww, thank you. You look handsome yourself." I answered back, I just realized were complimenting each other like corny teenagers. I snapped out of that thought when Lucifer spoke up. "Well, I got to go, gotta help Charlie...see you tomorrow for the date?" He asked me, a prideful smile on his face. "Tommorow." I answered back, as he headed towards the door, nodding to my response.

He nodded in response, his smile growing even wider at your agreement to the date. "Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, his heart fluttering again.

He paused for a moment at the doorway, glancing back at you one more time. "Oh, and wear those short pants again." He teased with a wink before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

I giggled at his last tease. I better start getting ready for the day and get my clothes for tomorrow. I can't believe im going on a date with the King Of Hell...

As Lucifer walked away, he couldn't help but feel excited yet a bit nervous. He had finally asked you out on a date and you had agreed. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now it was actually happening.

He made a mental note to himself to plan something special for tomorrow. He wanted to make sure that it went perfectly, especially since he had no idea how experienced you were with dating.

Meanwhile, I continued getting ready for the day. The nerves and excitement for the upcoming date with Lucifer filling my thoughts.

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 Hello, I’m finally getting around to sending you the Out of the Box review. I’m a bit late even tho this all happened on Wednesday(i think) but that’s due to the fact that afterwards we continued to watch B99 and during the ep found out about Andre passing away. So in true brother fashion, doctor check ups got postponed due to family emergency and he has been in mourning since. Also sorry this is so long:

I legit just sat him in front of the interview and pressed play. So I didn’t even give him the chance to be ready for it. These are just some of the highlights because he was watching so quietly, you’d think Gale would be able to hear him if he was too loud: ‘Bria- wait no, not Brian. But Brian suits him. Fuck it, look it’s my pretty boy but all grown up! WITH GLASSES!’ Not even a minute in and he paused it and went ‘he looks like he’d rather be waterboarded than be here in front of a camera’

Here is where I forgot that his sexuality gets brought up in the first two minutes where the interviewer says “playing gay characters particularly for non gay actors” and he loudly went ‘NON GAY?’ And looked at me in shock and confusion. But then the topic immediately goes to Gale’s upbringing so he actually thought the interviewer was talking about other actors and not Gale…*gale mentions that he grew up pentecostal* ‘he grew up in a CULT? (I swear i only looked at him) *points to me* its all a cult one way or the other. Especially if you go to church 5 times a week.’ And then after a minute of silence he went ‘from a cult to fake fucking guys on tv *raises his soda* my man!’

Gale says he can’t really talk about his brother ‘me with you…but not for whatever reason he has which b-t-w *sings it out* shaaaaady, i just think people won’t care about the baby our parents found on a bus stop.’ He was just staring at the screen and then whispered ‘he’s pretty. How long ago was this filmed? I really fuck with the glasses. But a bit of a beard would be nice on him like in Criminal Minds (at this point im gonna give him your new fic to read since he’s obsessed with the beard/glasses) Gale says he went to San Francisco ‘i went to San Fran once, i did end up there cause I got lost though *long pause while he continues to watch* some very nice homeless people live there.. like my boy Ronny, i miss him’ They mention QAF ‘AH OKAY SHUT UP! Now we’re talking important stuff! Spill the secrets! Who hated who? Who fucked who? Who we still don’t like?’ *he actually scooted closer to the computer screen* (Gale mentions Aiden Gillen/UK qaf) ‘Aiden Gillen? The dude from king Arthur with the hot guy from Sons of Anarchy? Wait *pauses the video* there is a BRITISH version of it? Why?’ (Literally seconds later Gale mentions an ex girlfriend and he hits pause and stares at me) ‘girl….friend? Does he mean that like a girl thats a friend? Or like….they did kisses and stuff? Was he experimenting? You know what? We all have our moments, it’s okay’ Gale says that he has no personal knowledge about how it is to be a gay man and apparently my brother has decided to go full denial for some reason bc he lifts his soda and goes ‘ahhhh, yes, bisexuality’ and then just lifted his cast like a fist while sitting back. Gale mentions that he got blackout drunk before starting to film and he goes ‘i like him. I love him but i also like him. Two different things. I want to hang out with him in a non creepy way, i swear I’m capable of it but also if i had to date him id be down’ Gale is asked if Randy knew he was straight: *hits pause* ‘straight? STRAIGHT?! AS IN HETERO?! LIKE ME? STRAIGHT? LIKE…like..STRAIGHT?! *looks at me in disbelief and whispers* straight? STRAIGHT?! *gets up and immediately sits down* straight? Like he likes women? Like as in like huuuh?’ He then just stared into the screen with paused Gale on it and then whispered to himself ‘straight’ then he rubbed his whole entire face with his hand and then looked at me and went ‘oh this changes so fucking much. I have to alert my boys…and my girls…fuck what is mom gonna say to this? I feel….lied to. Not by him. But by you! *takes a deep breath* its okay..its cool..straight. Just like me….i think..Oh fuck’ Then he sat back on the couch, covered his face with his cast and after like 5ish minutes went ‘soooooo, i guess him and blondie fucking flies out the window, huh? Boy, i was way off with that one, huh’ I need you to know that trying not to laugh during all this was the biggest challenge in life. When I described this to our cousin, she compared it to the Bone scene with Holt and she was pretty spot on. Gale is now talking about working with Randy: ‘He IS extremely talented! (Gale mentions they have similar taste in stuff) *looks at me* do you think he listens to Lil Nas X as well? Please tell me they’re still friends. I need to know if they hang out. Or at least hung out. I got scared cause theres so little bts moments of them but they hung out all the time. I mean i could tell they were friends duuuh’ This is a moment i never even caught but when talking about Sharon, i think Gale messes up Vic/Jack names and my brother goes ‘who the fuck is Jack? Did i miss something or is my very pretty boy forgetful?’ The interviewer starts bringing up the prom scene and he says the he wants to talk about something that for viewers was the most difficult to watch and my brother goes ‘ahh yes, the proposal’ (interview says Brian going to prom) ‘oh yeah, that was also tragic’ ‘we need to watch the prom episode later. They were friends! He cared about him!’ A few minutes later the interviewer says “before we leave babylon” ‘lets NOT leave it. I left it once and it fucked me up for life’

Welcome back dear sweet anon and brother anon!

Are you watching B99 for the first time? I have a friend who’s watching right now for the first time. Either way, so very sad about Andre’s untimely passing. I’ve been devastated and rewatching my fave Captain Holt episodes.

I love your brother calling pentecostal being in a cult. I’m not going to disagree.

“There’s a British version? Why?” Does your brother know that the “British version” is actually the OG version?

His denial about Gale being straight is HILARIOUS. He’s twisting everything like people do for gay people “girl friend… like a friend who’s a girl” and “ahh yes bisexuality.”

And then “straight. Just like me….i think” DID GALE AWAKEN SOMETHING IN YOUR BROTHER?

STRAIGHT!

Captain Hold BONE is so absolutely the correct response to this both timely and accurate.

Here’s the thing. If you’ve listened to the Call Me By Your Shame or any of the subsequent episodes where Randy discusses the artist, you absolutely over to over enunciate LITTLE NAS X the way Randy does. I don’t know about Gale listening to LITTLE NAS X but I think they both listened to Bjork while filming.

“something that for viewers was the most difficult to watch and my brother goes ‘ahh yes, the proposal’ (the interview says Brian going to prom) ‘oh yeah that was also tragic’ CERTIFIED ICONIC. The proposal was hard to watch (for my prince) and also tragic for many reasons. But, yes, Brother Anon most people would say prom.

he looks like he would rather be waterboarded than be here in front of the camera. WELL if that doesn’t sum up Gale, I don’t know what does.

I’m glad your brother is here for glasses and beard. I have always said he has good taste.

[smoosnoom]

they say “home is there the heart is” and mine is on ur ao3 acc. and ur ko-fi 😙

“He hates the idea of falling into the same trap as his parents” as a person with a full time job… yeah. i need to become rich as quickly as possible 🫡 can’t believe i have to work for the rest of my life

“and sometimes forgets his lefts and rights” its actually the sign of dyslexia..

“He’s always been theatrical” yesss, mike is a theatre kid agenda!!

“Well, maybe another look, too, just to commit it to memory, but then he looks away, for real this time” omg 😭😭😭😭 how down bad he is 😭

“He hopes he isn’t blushing” i bet he was as pink as that duster

“Granted, he always looks nice, and Mike is unbiased in this fact” i have no doubt that will always looks nice but mike is definitely Biased

“like he gets when Mike compliments him, and something in him wants to shake Will by the shoulders and ask When will you believe me?” moon. WHEN WILL U BELIEVE ME????

“Mike is above jealousy” sure. he just don’t like when people flirt with will. or touch will. or talk with will. it’s definitely not jealousy, he’s just really protective friend.

“Maybe it’s because Will is pretty and Mike is a hopeless idiot.” maybe it’s all above

“The goldfish stares back” it’s judging his hesitancy. and will’s too 🫡

“when he slouches to meet him eye to eye” well, maybe My bad posture is the consequence of my friendship with short people

“Will looks, just a little, concerned, and his eyebrows are still furrowed” will must be so confused all the time lmfao. just imagine: love of ur life suddenly started being very physically affectionate and he stares deep into ur eyes and says the most romantic things and when acts like nothing happened

“there’s a glow-in-the-dark velociraptor inside!” I’D BUY ANYTHING FOR VELOCIRAPTOR 📢📢📢📢

“because just before his exams, he had cracked and broken down, locking himself in his room and far, far away from a degree he had never even wanted” this is actually me and my natural science degree. i had a break down right before exams cause i hated almost every my class

“It means you’re nice to look at. Artists would love you” maybe just one particular artist? 🧐

did this treatment help? i know one person who needs this

“and laughs when Mike tackles him into the couch as revenge” all of this and they didn’t kiss yet???? please they’re useless

“the sky is pouring rain” AND ITS RAINING IN A BYLER FIC 🥳🥳🥳

“Mike brings a hand to Will’s cheek and swipes the rainwater away, cold to the touch” i let u now that i went back to this whole hallway scene countless times. like. i read the whole fic and reread it. and than reread it the next day. and a couple of other times. it’s just so them 🥺

““Is this,” Mike whispers, “okay?”” the sexiest non-sexual interaction

“Mike mouths at his neck, and Will lets out a shudder” sorry it’ll be bad joke: if they wanted to cancel u for smth it should have been this. cause it’s so hot (pls god give us more byler neck kisses 🙏🏻)

“But I’d never get sick of you” YES my king of the cringe pick up lines is here 😭

“July 18, 1992” seventh scene. i counted!!

“I’m not rewatching Sixteen Candles again, Mike” i get that will is a snob BUT he should give romantic comedies a try!! it’s the best movie genre Ever

one of my faves </3 i’ll never get over their domestic cuteness and cowardness.

im kissing u and biting u and kissing u again on the place that i bite

moon i love u so much 🤍🤍

oh god every time ithink about the future and the endless loop im going to inevitably fall into .. i want to jump off a cliff 😭😭 but its ok . as long as u learn to love it !

is it ?? oh my god every time i drive i have to quickly think a little too long about it .

he is so dramatic !!!! his dming in season one ?? the way he fell to the ground and acted it all out ??? get him on broadway !!!!!!

he is Gay and Whipped 😕

he really and truly was . as a poc who does not have the ability to blush . i think its both funny and endearing how people who blush turn so red . like a strawberry 🍓

listen . that is Different ok art is Subjective and i think ive gotten like . four hate comments permanently imprinted into my brain ,

absolutely 😃 he is just so protective and caring . he definitely does Not resist the urge to set fire to the human race every time someone hits on will . that would be crazy Hahah .

so true . if i was that goldfish i would retire and jump off from the soap container

u know what im going to use that excuse too ! i slouch so much i look like a shrimp and im going to singlehandedly blame it on my friends being simply so short

poor will 😭😭 if i had to deal with that constant whiplash i would die i think . but then again i never pick up on flirting LOL so i wouldnt even notice 😭 nevermind

ME TOO 📢📢📢📢 I LOVE DINOSAURS 📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢

oh no ☹️ i am glad u are doing better with ur current graduated self !!! i know that was probably . not a fun time 😭 but things are better ?

wow i wonder who that person could possibly be 😃

if byler is one thing its a duo of useless homosexuals . im blaming it on their trauma

rain in a byler fic is a full moon in teen wolf . u know whats coming

oh god the door scene 😭😭 im glad u enjoyed it because i refuse to even look or thinjk about that entire section 😭 its so horrifyingly embarrassing oh my god im embarrassed everytime im remindedof it 😭😭😭😭😭

HELP 😭 ITS TRUE ... oh my god . im so mortified rn

i love love loveeee using bad pick up lines on people . and getting bad pick up lines used on me . theyre so charmingly terrible

yes !!!!!! seven !!!!!! thats their number !!!!!!!! im so happy u noticed :D i never write scenes after a kiss but i Needed to complete the seven scene number 😭

oh god hes just like me fr because i never watch romantic comedies 😭

alya vampire arc 🤨🤨 feel free to chop me up . i am open for consuming . in a Not Weird Way

love u alya ! im so happy u enjoyed it and revisted it so much that means Everything to me . ily !!!!! 🫶🫶

[just-some-random-blogger]

First of all I'm re-reblogging this because I'm finally gonna finish reading it. Second of all, I said I wasn't gonna spam reblog this because I already did that. But HIT DIGGITY DOG I CANT NOT REACT THIS WAS TOO GOOD.

I agree with past Hani. She spoke facts. Bars. No comment.

Except I do. So feel free to do a side by side analysis on what has changed in my brain since then lmaaaoo

“These student loan repayments are fucking killing me. I’ve basically worked an entire week for free this month.” She complains, taking a huge swig from her glass.

“These student loan repayments are fucking killing me. I’ve basically worked an entire week for free this month.” She complains, taking a huge swig from her glass.

😨😨😔😔😔💀💀💀 I felt that it do be like that sometimes sister

“You could give being a sugar baby a try?” Mysaria says with a smirk over the rim of her wine glass.

HUH. AHAHAHAH. NO WAIY IM HUH-ING MYSELF COS I REREAD MY PREVIOUS REBLOG NOW I DONT EXACTLY REMEMBER WHAT MY REACTION TO THUS WAS HAHAHHAH. I think it was: LMAO UNPROVOKED??? HAHAHAHAHAH SLAY MYSARIA BAD BITCH INFLUENCE

The idea of taking money from a stranger in order to pay her bills makes her incredibly uneasy.

The idea of taking money from anyone makes me feel uneasy 🙃

Larys, 45. Tell me all your secrets.

It's still a 😬 for me your honor

I’d be better if I could get a look at your pretty feet. How much?

No tagline, no other photos, save the one of him staring directly into the camera. He seems intense and mysterious.

Modern!aemond af:

A bit much innit

I don’t do small talk. Tell me about yourself.

The AUDACITY 😦😦😦 HAHAHAHHAHAHAAH WHAT AN ASSHOLE. He said that the way he said thjs

How much? And are you free Saturday night?

My love language is money 🫶 OK BUT WW LOVE A DIRECT KING HE REALLY SAID NO NONSENSE AND I LOVE IT

Her mouth runs dry when after a few minutes her banking app pings with a notification of a deposit. The full amount she owes on her student loan has been transferred to her under the name ‘A. Targaryen.” 

MANIFESTING AN A. TARGARYEN TRANSFER TO MY BANK ACCOUNT. MANIFESTING AN A. TARGARYEN IN MY LIFE. IF YOU CANT GIVE ME A. TARGARYEN, GIVE ME D. TARGARYEN PLS PLS I BEG

Transferred. Give me your number, I hate the messaging interface on this app.

💀💀💀😭😭😭😭😭 HES SO FUCKING FUNNY I CANT ID CLOWN HIM SO BAD FOR THIS SHIT NGL. BOOOMMEERRRRR LMAOOOOOOO AHHAHAHAH

There’s a note that simply reads: Wear this tomorrow - A.

🤨😠 don't tell me what to do

“You must be Aemond.” She says, praying her make-up is enough to hide the evidence of how hot her face currently feels.

“Mmm. Yes, I must. You look good.”

GIGGLING. TUCKING MY HAIR. KICKING MY FEET.

“Relax.” He whispers to her. “Everyone here looks like shit compared to you.”

Am i

better than everyone else

True to his word, he doesn’t let her stray from his side the entire evening. The tension between family members is unmistakable. The sneers with which a trio of dark haired young men regard Aemond is incredibly off putting.

NDSUJJEJWB NO BUT FOR WHAT HAHAHAHAH I CAN IMAGINE THE VELARYON BOYS BEING SO BROODY AND JSJAJAJAJ

Every touch of his hand at the small of her back feels like a brand [...]

BRAND ME. NOW!!!!!!

Remembering that none of this was real, that she’d been paid to be here startles her out of her tipsy fantasy that this is an actual relationship and her mouth presses into a tight line as she nods.

😩😔😔😔😔 WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET BACK INTO YOUR DELUSIONS. JOKES ON YOU IM DRUNK ON LIFE 😠😠😠 GET WITH THE PROGRAM

“If you’re up for it, my mother is having a birthday meal this Wednesday. She mentioned tonight she’d love for you to come. Are you available? I’ll pay you, obviously.”

What if I don't want you to pay me? What if I want you to marry me? What then huh? What then?

His grip on her shoulders tightens, pushing her back ever-so gently. “You don’t need to do that.”

YOU IMBECILE. YOU BUFFOON. YOU ABSOLUTELY CANDLESTICK. I AM OVER THIS TOMFOOLERY. I AM DONE WITH THIS HUBBA. HAJIMA 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter One

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Word count: ~2.5k Series masterlist

Chapter summary: Desperate to pay off her student loans, she downloads a dating app with a twist, and makes an interesting match.

She sighs, her eyes scanning over the PDF of her payslip for the month, before locking her phone and letting it drop heavily onto the kitchen counter.

“Bad news?” Mysaria quirks an eyebrow, sliding a glass of wine across to her.

“These student loan repayments are fucking killing me. I’ve basically worked an entire week for free this month.” She complains, taking a huge swig from her glass.

“Bummer.” Her flatmate says. “Any way I can help?”

“Unless your mattress is secretly stuffed full of cash, no. Super Noodles for me for the rest of the month, once I’ve paid my share of the rent.”

“You could give being a sugar baby a try?” Mysaria says with a smirk over the rim of her wine glass.

She laughs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, or take up pole dancing lessons and become a stripper!”

“I’m being serious.” Mysaria, puts her glass down and pulls out her phone, flicking to the App Store and typing. “See? There are loads of apps, why not give it a try?”

“Isn’t that just prostitution?” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

“Hey!” Mysaria chides. “Sex work is real work, but this isn’t prostitution. Most of these guys are just desperate, lonely guys who earn big bucks and are willing to spoil you in exchange for a conversation or a few selfies. You don’t even have to sleep with any of them…unless you want to.”

“I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

Even if she did go through with it, she was inexperienced, and would surely be a disappointment to any potential sugar daddies she might attract. She’d had one boyfriend in her entire life, it had lasted six months and they’d never gone beyond unsatisfying quickies that focused entirely on his pleasure. The idea of taking money from a stranger in order to pay her bills makes her incredibly uneasy.

They’re half way through their second bottle of wine as she scrolls through her phone. Mysaria is snoring softly on the sofa next to her, while an episode of some trashy reality TV show plays away to itself in the background.

Her thoughts keep drifting back to her flatmate’s mention earlier in the evening of sugar babies. She knows it’s likely the wine inspiring her actions, but she finds herself scrolling through the same apps they’d looked at previously.

Seeing one with particularly good reviews, she presses download before she’s had a chance to think twice about it and then goes through the process of setting up a profile, picking the best photo she has of herself on her camera roll.

Her heart races as she swipes with shaky fingers through photos of a myriad of men. She stops when she sees the look of one she likes.

Larys, 45. Tell me all your secrets.

His curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes immediately capture her attention, and she enjoys the flirtatious nature of his tagline. She swipes right and is stunned when she gets an “It’s a match!” notification. Wow, that was fast.

Instantly a message pops up from him.

Hello beautiful. How are you this evening?

She smiles, this seems harmless enough.

I’m fine, thanks. Just watching TV. How are you?

Her eyes linger on the screen as she awaits his reply.

I’d be better if I could get a look at your pretty feet. How much?

Bile rises in her throat and she throws the phone away from her in disgust. The worst possible start she could have asked for. She silently curses Mysaria’s stupid idea and vows never to open the app again.

Three weeks later and she is thoroughly fed up. She’s tired of never going out or doing anything, sick of existing on instant noodles. When she receives another payslip and sees yet another loan repayment has eaten away at her earnings, she reaches breaking point. She considers looking for another job, but she currently doesn’t qualify for anything beyond an entry level position in her field, and the pay everywhere else is no better than what she’s already on.

Her thumb lingers over the app that she hasn’t touched for weeks, too scarred by having such an awful first encounter to bother with it again. However, she’s desperate and willing to try anything - not with Larys though. She’s quick to unmatch with him, eager to forget his disgusting request.

She swipes mindlessly for a few minutes, not finding anyone attractive, until she happens across a photo that stops her in her tracks.

The man in question has sharp features - an aquiline nose, an impossibly chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones. His long white blonde hair frames his face elegantly, his only imperfection is the scar that runs across his left eye, a slightly duller blue than the right. She wonders if he’s still able to see out of it.

Aemond, 35.

No tagline, no other photos, save the one of him staring directly into the camera. He seems intense and mysterious. She swipes right, unable to fight the disappointment she feels when it’s not an instant match.

She closes the app, her desire to look at anyone else has been thwarted by how ridiculously good looking he is.

She has nearly forgotten about him when her phone buzzes the next day. He’s matched with her. She unlocks her phone, her palms sweaty with nerves, and looks at his message.

Hello.

Simple, to the point, possibly the words of a serial killer? She pushes the thought away and types out a response.

Hi. How are you?

She almost gives up and puts her phone away in the time it takes for him to reply, but eventually he does.

I don’t do small talk. Tell me about yourself.

Her eyes widen as she reads the message. He’s either incredibly rude or just not used to interacting with other people. She decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. She tells him about her history degree, about her museum job, about her living situation and her aspirations to one day become a curator of historical artifacts. He is unsurprisingly evasive when she attempts to ask about him.

So, what brings you to the app?

She decides there’s no point in hiding the fact that she’s strapped for cash, she wouldn’t be using an app that matches sugar babies with sugar daddies if that weren’t the case. She explains that her student loan repayments are crippling her, half expecting not to hear from him again. His next message is much quicker to arrive.

How much? And are you free Saturday night?

Dread gnaws at her stomach. Oh god, what does he expect of her? Hesitantly, she types out the remaining balance she has on her student loan and asks what he has in mind for Saturday. Again, he replies straight away.

Give me your bank details. I need a date for my nephew’s engagement party.

Her eyes widen. This cannot be real, and yet it’s happening. Dazed by his forwardness she sends across her account number and sort code, and tells him she’s free on Saturday.

Her mouth runs dry when after a few minutes her banking app pings with a notification of a deposit. The full amount she owes on her student loan has been transferred to her under the name ‘A. Targaryen.” 

Aemond has transferred her thousands of pounds as if it were nothing more than pocket change, and all under the loose agreement that she’ll attend a party with him. This man has to be obscenely wealthy, or insane, perhaps both.

Her phone vibrates again. Another message from him.

Transferred. Give me your number, I hate the messaging interface on this app.

With clammy hands and a pounding heart she types out an entirely too long, rambled message of thanks, along with her number.

She wonders if she’s blown it when she doesn’t hear from him again, yet the money still sits in her bank account, feeling as though it’s burning a hole in it. She hasn’t exactly played it cool, most sugar babies probably accept money with cool sophistication, not simpering words of gratitude.

She feels like she’s forgotten how to breathe when he texts her on Friday.

Tell me your address and dress size.

Once more, she’s taken aback by how blunt he is, yet she complies and provides both. 

When she arrives home from work later that evening, there is a package waiting for her. She opens it to reveal a black silk gown. The cut of the fabric is beautiful. Her jaw drops when she sees the Chanel label. This likely cost more than the entirety of the clothing she owns put together.

There’s a note that simply reads: Wear this tomorrow - A.

She smiles at the neatness of his handwriting. Aemond is a strange man, and yet she can’t help the intrigue she feels towards him. This is his second act of generosity towards her in the space of a week and they’ve yet to even meet.

She spends all of Saturday ensuring she is waxed, exfoliated and moisturised all over, before carefully styling her hair and applying make-up that she feels will do the eye-wateringly expensive dress she’s been given to wear justice. 

She is jittery with nerves when a sleek, black sports car pulls up outside the block of flats. She can just tell it’s Aemond, nothing that costs that much has any business being on this side of town otherwise.

She hurries downstairs to meet him, eager to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing the mess that is the inside of the pokey, little flat she shares with Mysaria.

He steps out of the car and she inhales sharply at the sight of him. He is tall, at least six foot easily, despite her wearing heels he still towers over her. A well tailored, black suit clings to his long, lithe form and his white hair is pulled back neatly into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck.

“You must be Aemond.” She says, praying her make-up is enough to hide the evidence of how hot her face currently feels.

“Mmm. Yes, I must. You look good.” His right eye rakes appreciatively over her form, and when his left doesn’t follow the motion, she realises it’s a prosthetic. “Shall we go?”

He gestures towards the car, walking around to the passenger’s side to open the door for her.

He fills her in on what’s expected of her as he drives. His nephew, Jace, has gotten engaged to his longtime girlfriend, Baela. He is sick of fending off questions around why he’s not with anyone yet, especially from that side of the family. He expects her to stick by his side for the evening and he’ll deal with any awkward questions that may arise.

They arrive and Aemond is ever the gentleman, quickly stepping out of the car to open the door for her and offer her a hand out. 

She shivers at the feel of his hand against hers and is stunned further still when he interlocks their fingers, keeping a firm hold of her hand as they enter the house.

“Just play along.” He whispers.

She is immediately struck by the opulence of it all as they walk through the foyer. This is a family that comes from old money. It was clear from the antique furnishings and vaulted ceilings that the Targaryens had always had money and always would.

She balks a little, unsure of if she will fit in, suddenly self conscious. Aemond seems to pick up on this.

“Relax.” He whispers to her. “Everyone here looks like shit compared to you.”

His words, combined with the tickle of his breath against the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine.

True to his word, he doesn’t let her stray from his side the entire evening. The tension between family members is unmistakable. The sneers with which a trio of dark haired young men regard Aemond is incredibly off putting.

She is informed by Aemond that the eldest of them is Jace, whose engagement they are here to celebrate. She meets Aemond’s mother, the doe eyed, auburn haired woman is pretty and seems shocked but delighted at the sight of her son with an actual date on his arm.

The lies that flow from his mouth are effortless. He had met her at the museum she works at when he’d come in to browse an exhibition. They’d hit it off instantly and been inseparable ever since.

Every touch of his hand at the small of her back feels like a brand and as the night goes on, and the champagne continues to flow freely, she finds herself eagerly playing up to the part of dutiful girlfriend. She leans into every touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the gentle press of his lips to her hairline. He is respectful, too respectful, never getting handsy or going for a full on the lips kiss.

When the evening draws to a close and he escorts her back to the passenger side of his car, she feels bereft at the loss of his touch as he moves around to the driver’s seat.

“You did well this evening.” He tells her as she starts the engine. “We put on quite the show.”

Remembering that none of this was real, that she’d been paid to be here startles her out of her tipsy fantasy that this is an actual relationship and her mouth presses into a tight line as she nods.

They drive in silence for a while before Aemond speaks again.

“If you’re up for it, my mother is having a birthday meal this Wednesday. She mentioned tonight she’d love for you to come. Are you available? I’ll pay you, obviously.”

So much for this not feeling like prostitution. She’s already paid off her student loan, she could just say no, but then she wouldn’t get to see him again.

“Y-yeah, sounds good.” She says meekly.

They pull up outside the block of flats and, right on cue, Aemond is striding around the car to get her door. She wobbles on her heels as she climbs out, the effects of the evening’s alcohol getting the better of her, and falls against his chest.

His large hands move to steady her by the shoulders and as she looks up into his face she is struck by how gorgeous he really is. 

Her eyes slowly close, as she leans in, her lips pressing towards his.

His grip on her shoulders tightens, pushing her back ever-so gently. “You don’t need to do that.”

Her eyes snap back open, shame coursing through her like liquid fire. “Oh…”

“I’ll text you the details about Wednesday. Thanks again for tonight.”

He gets back into the car, driving away as she stands on the kerbside, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.