#adorable princess who i am very fond of

[maximura]

[janovavalen]

his beauty .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ aegon ii targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

summary: the houses grace has fallen victim to her uncle; the one who’s shunned and discriminated along the house, only for her to feel the same, leaving them to fix and ruin each other.

warnings: cursing, drinking (drunk aegon obvi), casual targaryen incest, hidden love, slight angst and very slight smut (not even smut fr)

words; 6.8k

based on this request

at the mid of day, the two houses; green and black, decided it was high time for them to all get together and celebrate the marriage of dameon and rhaenyra. her father; viserys, wanted him to be home with her either way without simply asking her to be with them all.

her family; y/n daughter of rhaenyra and daemon, jacaerys, and lucerys had all come together in unison. standing in the throne room next to his slightly shorter brother and his younger sister who paid absolutely no mind the what was going on around her.

his mother and father standing beside one another with his mothers hands in front of her and his father looking joyfully around and waiting.

‘oh Gods, how much longer shall this go on? my legs are tired and i am hungry’ aegon groaned while his mother shot a sharp look at him and aemond rolling his eyes and looking down and over at helaena who look only briefly then back at her own world.

‘shouldn’t be much longer, aegon. they aren’t that far from us anyway’ his father mumbled, not really wanting to reply but not wanting to leave a open space with his sons rudeness to fill the room.

aegon only agreed to coming mainly because his niece: y/n, would be accompanying the family. he and y/n were the only two in the family who got along without a fuss. he found it harder to grow fond of his nephews; her brothers.

nothing wrong with them apart from the obvious factor that they were basterds along the family, their dark hair and eyes that didn’t match anyone’s. y/n however took apart from her mother and grandmother; his fathers late wife.

her hair long and white, eyes light blue. her nose sharp, and face defined. even as a babe they were unable to tell who’d she’d came out of; rhaenyra her mother or her grandmother who’d already passed years before.

just as aegon started to wonder how she’d look, not at the age of fifteen , himself nineteen, the doors opened to show the family wearing black; dressed formally.

aegon couldn’t help but looks around only to see who’d he been looking for, y/n walking hand in hand with her mother who’d also held hands with her younger son lucaerys.

he almost felt his heart racing at the sight of her a bit taller, almost shoulder to shoulder with her mother but not quit. she was visibly taller than her younger brother. daemon walking not too far behind, right behind y/n actually.

‘my daughter has arrived!’ his father yelled happily, he began to struggle but still made his way over to meet rhaenyra half way who smiled warmly and hugged her father—‘and my granddaughter y/n’ he sighed, looking down at her while holding his hands over her slightly chubby cheeks, she still had yet to fill her face, but she still showed signs of maturity.

‘hello grandfather’ she spoke, her voice soft and almost fragile. from what he was told; she was anything but, she put a face for the audience and showed herself only for her family, she was labeled among the family but admired and favored among the people.

a beauty, a treasure, a true princess, she would be called throughout the streets, house and sometimes the maids. aegon never paid close attention to when they would whisper and gossip about himself but he always paid attention to every detail about her.

he noticed how her hair was curly and perfectly laid out behind her back, some strands of hair breaking free and tossed over her head.

‘what a beautiful face she has’ he heard a maid gasp while the other next to her agreed immediately with a nod and an adoring smile. aegon of course agreed.

‘well let’s not hold any more time, come! i have a day planned for you all, and something special for you, y/n.’ he let her grab his hand as the two walked off, alicent looking at her kids as a way of saying let’s go, which they were quick to follow, aemond walking next to aegon and helaena a bit off but next to her mother who’d slowed down her walking speed to match hers.

aegon watched as y/n and his father talked, she’d laugh loudly and lean into him as he smiled warmly along with rhaenyra who’d watched her the whole time, she’d occasionally look back to her other sons who walked a bit ahead of aegon and aemond.

‘they’re growing fine’ rhaenyra commented, talking about her younger brothers.

‘ah, yes. the tow doing well, aemond is a very well swordsman, taking after his father’ he jokes leaving rhaenyra to smile—‘helaena, bless her heart, very good at knitting however, makes fine pieces.’ he told as rhaenyra turned to look at the bunch along with y/n, aegon couldn’t help but make eye contact with her as she smiled at him, he free hand lifting to wave at him.

he didn’t know why or what possessed him to do so, but he gave a hidden wave back, rhaenyra unnoticed, but y/n grew warm at him doing so and turned her head immediately.

he felt himself smile and cleared his throat to fix his stature.

he noticed when his father got to talking about him however, was when it was whispers and mumbled, rhaenyra nodding and not paying any mind but his mother turned to him in distaste. he wanted so badly to throw himself from the open window next to the bunch or even drown himself in wine, he hopped he’d get to at least pleasure himself in that.

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sitting in the upper parts of a stone balcony, they all observed and watched the dewling going on below, crowds cheering and clapping for the people in battle with each other, and the family above sitting and watching.

aegon gotten lucky and had a cup filled to the brim with wine, he sipped it every now and again, on a regular—he’d rather down the whole cup and get more, but something in him made him want to hold some sort of decency in front of y/n who sat right next to him. her hands held one another as she almost looked like a statue in a garden.

she looked starlight forward and watched the dewl, her eyes following the people as they crossed and hit each other. did she like the fighting? did she like chaos? did she like the noise and angry men as they threw cups of wine and whatever they had in their hands out of anger when someone, they bet on lost.

he wondered to himself. his eyes moving up and down her body while he watched. the real show seemed to be next to him.

‘are you having fun?’ he heard. looking up to see y/n looking over at him with full eyes of wonder, he cleared his throat and set the cup down next to him, not without gulping some down of course .

‘yes of course, are you not?’ he asked her back, she smiled and shook her head slightly. he was a bit shocked of her giving him honestly but he was happy she didn’t feel the need to lie.

‘i’d much rather be in it, i wonder how it is, how it feels. have you dewled before?’ he was shocked, she’d want to fight with a man? and most likely her life on the line?

‘i have not, why would you want to be in it? i heard women often don’t like things like this?’ he wondered, looking at her as she hummed.

‘hm, i don’t know. it looks fun, right?’ she asked while looking at him once more then back at the fight below. he hummed back to agree but knew he’d agree with anything she said.

‘i could help you have more fun, would you want that?’ he leaned into her so he was closer, smelling the bath soap and perfumes she had still tangled in her hair and skin. she turned to him immediately, their noses almost touching each other as she looked into his eyes.

smiling she went to speak back into his ear—‘how about you leave first and i’ll follow’ she mumbled, making sure her mother and father didn’t hear. he smiled daringly and cleared his throat.

her voice ringing through his head and bouncing off the walls of his mind, a slight chill and tingly running through his body.

‘father; i wish to go to the library, i have things to attend’ he asked but somewhat stated. his father and rhaenyra looked at him as she looked at their father, he nodded with a dismissive hand and his mother scoffed—‘what things? you have nothing to do—‘

‘let him go, alicent. if the boy doesn’t wish to stay then he shouldn’t’ he mumbled to his mother who looked at him one last time before turning back to the entertainment. he felt risky and let his hand entangle itself with some of y/n’s hair before he walked past her.

she smiled and cleared her throat waiting for a bit before asking—‘may i find something to eat? i haven’t eaten since we left—‘

‘oh, my dear, i can have something brought to you—layla!—‘

‘no no, grandfather, i can find something it’s alright, mother?’ rhaenyra looked at her daughter a bit worried to let her leave but mumbled—‘very well, be back soon, don’t eat too much, dinner will be ready’ y/n smiled and kissed her mothers cheek along with her fathers who smiled, going over to her grandfather and giving him a kiss as well and as for alicent a bow.

the bunch watched as she left and sighed—‘she is your mothers image, and your daughter.’ viserys mumbled to rhaenyra who smiled and nodded in agreement.

‘yes, i’ve been told by many that she might even be my sister rather than my daughter’ she smiled while her father laughed—‘i can see the confusion, and her hair—‘

‘i know, it’s beautiful’ rhaenyra said. they were both gushing about how perfect she was and how much she will and is loved amongst the world, the beauty and grace lifted many.

alicent however, grumbled every time she heard her husband gush over a daughter that isn’t his, she wondered why he couldn’t say things like that for his own daughter or better yet his sons.

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as aegon walked and looked behind him every now and again, he opened the great doors to the library, a table set in the middle of the stone flooring room and books filling the walls. aegon never liked reading, he found it time consuming and a waste of his precious time when he would rather be out and about living how he wanted instead of being forced to please the court and his parents.

the soft sounds of his shoes echoing through the room. where was she? did she set him up to look like an idiot? why was he so quick to go with her word and fail to think of his own actions?

just as he started to doubt her was when he’d heard the door open, turning quickly to see y/n. her hand on the door and the other by her side.

‘sorry for the wait; i had to stop by the kitchen, make the lie believable,’ she joked while looking around in awe.

‘so this is your library’ she gasped, he smiled at her wide eyes—‘yes, not much to gape over’ she shook her head and made sure the door fully shut behind him—‘what were you thinking of fun always? it’s hard to entertain me, i must warn you. the wet nurses say i didn’t smile until the age of five.’ she told him with a warm smile of her own.

he believed what she had to say without a second thought, imagining her as a babe, straight face and eyes wide.

‘i could only imagine, i heard i didn’t stop crying and begging for attention’ walking over to her as she opened a few books and put them back on the shelves.

‘i believe it’ he snorted as he gasped, his jaw dropped while she laughed, leaning into his chest and inhaling deeply for the air she’d lost while laughing—‘i jest!’ she prompted, walking to the other side only for him to follow.

‘what is your fascination with books anyway? most your age take favor in dresses and hair i hear?’ besides his sister who took favor in bugs and her time alone.

‘mm, i enjoy that too, what makes you think otherwise?’ she wonders, the book in the hand now on the table.

‘just a little ago you mentioned how you liked the fighting, most don’t take favor in that.’ aegon commented and recollected. y/n shrugged and smiled.

‘i enjoy things that catch my attention. most of my favors come from my father, he taught me things. things some girls my age wouldn’t enjoy…how could i not?’ she looked at him as if she were questioning him.

he shook his head a bit, lost in her lips…plump and red. she smiled and looked down at the floor before speaking—‘i have an idea of fun, since you don’t.’ she joked as he turned an eyebrow out of curiosity and followed as she led him out of the room.

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being led down to the outside of the house, his hand in hers that gotten entangled with hers back in the halls, apparently he was walking too slow and she wanted him to catch up so she took his hand in her own.

her skin was soft and warm to the touch, the warmth complimented his cold ones.

seeing the dragons as they stretched their necks and roared he stumbled back a bit—‘wait, we aren’t possibly riding them are we?’ he mumbled as she looked at him her eyes wide—‘of course we are! or is that too much for a fair prince as yourself?’ she walked almost chest to chest with him as he scoffed.

of course it was! at the moment anyway, he didn’t have a problem with them only that he’d never ridden one for himself, he had one himself but he barely knew it nore did anything with it, he didn’t have the time or interest either.

‘of course not, why would it be? dragon back riding is popular throughout the family anyway’ he said as she pulled him to her dragon. it looks deadly, big for its age, he wondered how much bigger it would get.

it’s scales white and spikes sharp, it almost matched herself.

‘this is smaug, he is sweet, don’t worry about him too much it would hurt your pretty head’ she jokes once again—‘i should say that to you’ he mumbled.

she smiled before barking a loud laugh, her dragon shaking its head as it prepared itself for her to mount him—‘come along prince aegon!’ she yelled, looking at the dragon as it squinted its eyes at him.

‘i don’t think smaug likes me very much princess!’ he yelled back as she stroked the dragon's neck—‘don’t be shy, he doesn’t bite unless told!’ she yelled back.

the height of the two now great, causing them not to hear each other if they spoke regularly.

aegon silently gulped before walking to the side of her dragon, it was still before it suddenly jumped at him with a snap of its jaw making him yelp, she laughed heartily as her dragon seemed to do the same.

‘he jests! come on now!’ he couldn’t believe he’d just done that.

finally getting to the back of y/n who smiled, her hair not tied back so it would be out of her hair—‘are you ready my prince?’ she asked with a hint of something he couldn’t recognize in her voice—‘only if you my princess’ grinning to her while his eyes trained to her lips and to her eyes, she grinned and turned around.

‘sōvēs!’ she shouted and just on command her dragon lifted, its wings flapping loudly and slowly around the two, his hand gripped each side of her waist as she paid no mind, his chest close to her back.

‘let’s not go far yes? we have to attend dinner soon!’ she yelled while he nodded, the two high in the air and his house looking like nothing but a small smudge surrounded by water, the foggy clouds all around consuming his sight.

the didn’t fail to notice the way she’d let go of the holsters that she was once holding—‘shouldn’t you be holding them?’ he wondered, his voice a bit quiet since he’d placed his head next to hers, close to her ear.

‘no, not now anyway, we’re mearley gliding along the sky, do you take hold of yours?’ she asked; turning her head a bit so that their eyes matched one another and her nose almost touching his, he was beyond tempted to close the space between them. her lips almost close to his but…he couldn’t.

‘no i don’t! why would you think that?’ he mumbled, he didn’t cent ride his dragon.

‘you wouldn’t know then’ she teased, turning back around as the two focused on the picture in front of them, his eyes making their way to her every now and again

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as the two did their finish with dragon back riding, y/n kai fed gracefully and cleaned her clothes, patting them down and turning around to do the same for aegon who let her touch him, his chest and face and hair, making his hair calm from its once wild state from the wind.

‘let’s hurry, we mustn’t be late, anything will make my mother worry’ she spoke while turning and walking quickly, her hands fixing her hair and face.

‘yes, let us hurry then.’ he mumbled. wishing they had more time to spend with just each other. he loved her company and wished to have more of it.

the two of them making way inside and closing the door, she breathed heavily and soon calmly, her once rushed state appearing as though she was calm the whole time. her hair in the back however—‘wait’ he rushed.

reaching for her hand and causing her to turn around as she looked between his eyes—‘what?’she mumbled.

turning her around so that he could comb his fingers through her hair and tame it, she smiled to herself before he mumbled—‘okay’.

turning she looked between his eyes once more, her hand finding way to his own hair to fix it once more, their close proximity intoxicated his sense. he could practically taste her on his tongue.

she leaned in a bit closer causing his heart to speed up, he could have sworn he’d die right here in from of her. she let her lips slowly part and lean in, him meeting her half way. inhaling sharply as he kissing her with urgency.

her hands hand the side of his neck as he heard her hum. pulling apart and making sure not to get carried away, she shuddered a breath before smiling—‘i’ll go first, you follow soon.’ she instructed. he nodded in a daze, still lost at the thought of his lips on hers.

her half slipping from him and walking away. her appearance causing his father and her mother to sigh with relief.

‘darling girl, where have you been? we’ve looked all over’ she rushed, her hands on the side of her daughters face who shrugged and held her hands over her moms.

‘i was in the chambers, i ate too much and had to sleep’ she shrugged while her mother hummed and smiled, leaning in and kiss her cheek only to get a faint scent—‘oh dragon back?’ she mumbled leaving her daughter to only look to the side and smile.

rhaenyra turned to her father who smiled and grabbed ahold of y/n’s arm—‘come, you shall sit here’ he instructed, she did as told and occasionally looked to where aegon was only for him to make his appearance—‘aegon!’ his mother yelled.

walking over to him, her hand made its way to his bicep, gripping it—‘what have you been doing? drinking i hope not—‘ she harshly asked.

‘no, i was in the library—‘

‘they checked and you weren’t, you reek of dragon, where were you?’ she asked lowkey once more, he looked up and looked back and over to y/n who bit her bottom lip—‘alone…i was alone mother.’ he mumbled. she grumbled before letting go of him.

‘go sit.’ she instructed leaving him to do as told. he sat across from y/n who smiled at him with pity.

he wished she didn’t hear what she said, or he’d be entirely embarrassed.

‘now that we were back together; let’s eat.’ viserys told them all with a smile as daemon sat next to rhaenyra, y/n in the middle of her brothers. aegon; next to his mother,his siblings next to him in order.

he sneakily grabbed a cup of wine and drank some of it as y/n supper her juice.

they talked amongst themselves, only for aegon to grow confident. his leg lifted and licked y/n’s who looked up immediately and jumped a bit but grinned—she did the same as he laughed.

the town of them laughing and growing a bit of attention from her brothers—‘what are you doing?’ jacaerys mumbled, looking at her as she cleared her throat.

‘nothing brother’ she mumbled. aemond however seemed to know but chose not to comment, he’d rather not start any unwanted and unnecessary attention.

the dinner went on longer than usual, but it was worth his time when y/n would look at him and smile.

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later in his chambers, he sat in his bed with his new bed clothes on, his hair slightly damp from the bath he took a bit ago.

laying in bed to remember what happened earlier and who was there with him, he felt his body grow warm, shifting over to one side of him and the other he was restless.

the memory of her lips on his, the slight pudge to her waist that was squeezed between his fingers and through her dress. his chest became hollow as it grew and shrunk. his heart racing.

he let his hand gradually lift from where it was and slowly making its way down his chest, teasing himself to move further down, and down.

finely where he needed it—his hand slipped through the pants and only his warmth. it in pain, and throbbing.

making a small noise as he strayed to work itself—the thought of y/n on his mind, her eyes, full and wonder and life. her cheeks, plush and chubby, her lips, plump and warm. her taste, sweet and savory. his mouth opened in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer only to hear a knock.

jumping up and whipping his hand on his sheets, upset with the release he begged for now gone—‘yes? how is it?’ he grumbled—‘y/n’ the voice spoke. his eyes wide, he got up and ran over to the door.

opening it in a hurry to see y/n in her nightgown, with her hair done and curly, set back behind her shoulders—‘what are you doing here—come in, hurry’ he ushered her, grabbing her with the opposite hand he’d previously used.

‘i couldn’t sleep, and i wondered if you’d want to talk more? i enjoy your presence and…if not that okay—‘

‘no ko, stay, please. i’m okay with it. i enjoy yours as well’ he muttered. trying to keep it quiet. she smiled sweetly while looking up at him through her thick lashes. she looks beautiful. the look of ready for bed making him feel something, the pain making its way down to his core—but ignoring it as much as he could, he couldn’t do that with her. not now, possibly never. he’d ruin her and the future she had…the future without him.

his heart stinging him with the thought of her being with another and not him.

‘what is it you wish is talk about princess?’ he muttered as he watched her walk over to a chair next to the fire that was cracking in the open space.

‘anything, about you.’ she muttered. he felt his breath hitch as she turned to him, her open shoulder glistening in the warm light next to her—‘what about me?’

he muttered as she shrugged, sitting down and ushering him over with a finger. he followed immediately, sitting in the chair across from her.

‘anything, what is it you enjoy, dislike?’ she asked. her leg crossing one another. he couldn’t believe who he was talking to especially for her age, pure fifteen, and speaking as though she was as old as her mother.

‘i enjoy everything, drinking, sleeping—‘

‘sex?’ she muttered, he looked up immediately and felt his ears ringing, the growing foggy and core warm.

she smiled and laughed a bit—‘the maids, have been warning me of you, saying your unpure and could ruin anything you touch…i beg to differ’ she revealed.

he cleared his throat at knowing his maids have caught him in the act more than once, especially with another, he tried to hide it but they always saw and found out. knowing he couldn’t change what they said he rolled his eyes and focused on the fire, embarrassed.

‘believe what you want…i’m not perfect. not like i’m supposed to be.’ he muttered. she felt her smile drop while looking at him and she felt a sort of ping in her heart.

‘how do you feel about that?’ she wondered. aegon turned to look at her as she sat across from him, not too far. he shrugged and slapped a fake smile on his face—‘i don’t care…can’t do anything about it anyway.’

she rolled her eyes and got up, moving over to him so that her stomach met his face, he turned and looked up at her through his eyelashes—‘you don’t have to feel anything about what they say. what matters is what you think of you, aegon.’ she told. her voice was low, and stern.

he wondered if she heard something about herself, he felt his chin quiver as she let him lean his head against her stomach, he hand combing through his hair—‘it’s okay.’ she whispered.

this is all he wanted, from his mother. reassurance, and love, and affection. his arms making way up to her back and holding her body close to his face as he breathed in her scent. she let him pull apart to look up at her as she blinking slowly.

the urge running over her as she leaned down and took his lips in hers in a hurry causing him to follow, the urgency in which making it sloppy but the kiss addictive. slightly moaning in her mouth as she swallowed his sounds, he and her shared the harsh kiss of desperation.

the kiss hitting her core harder making her make a noise in his mouth, his eyebrows frowning, standing up with his body pressed against hers, he held the back of her head as his other hand held the side of her face.

she let her hand expire his chest and toned stomach causing him to pull apart—‘no, stop…’ he whispered, she frowned and kissing him once more leaving him to do the same with addiction, forcing himself to pull apart—‘y/n—‘

‘why not?’

‘we cannot, your pure, young, untuned…i cannot ruin you—‘

‘i am not young, you cannot, you won’t, please aegon—‘ he struggled to stay away, his hands gravitated to her as if she were the only thing in distance, to him he was, he felt how her body pressed against his, her growing breasts fleshed against his chest, groaning he missing her harder until he shook his head.

he couldn’t do this to her, he wouldn’t, he himself the beast, out to kill, ruin and consume all things beautiful and pure. stopping her by placing his hands on both sides of his face, she whined a bit and half his hands—‘aegon…’

‘leave now, before i make a terrible mistake.’

‘you won’t, in asking you—i need you—‘

‘no, y/n. leave now…please, please, leave now.’ he begged. she looked at him without anger but hesitated to leave, biting her swelling lips as he watched her leave silently. his heart racing, and aching.

he knew he’d done the right thing. and he hated himself for it.

that following day, they were set to leave back home; aegon however, didn’t show up for goodbyes. y/n, hunted by this, and the memory of the night before.

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years later, in the bed of his room aegon now taller and a bit more fit, his hair short to his shoulders. his body bare from the night before with a random who’d left that same night.

groaning as he turned around and slept peacefully, his mother barging into his room with her gown and presence done—‘aegon…aegon!’ she yelled, he groaned and turned with a fuss—‘what is it?’ he muttered.

she scoffed and spoke—‘we have guest, you are to be ready. now.’ she sternly told him. groaning again while he sat up, she watched as he held his white sheet in front of his naked body, cringing.

‘okay, who is it?’ he asked about the people who’d be showing up so he knew if he needed to be sober or not—‘rhaenyra and her family, hurry, your father said they should be here soon.’ she muttered, making her way out only for him to hear the key words rhaenyra and her family, meaning rhaenyra and her daughter, shooting up to call the maids to get him ready.

was she really going to be there? y/n, seeing her for the first time in years. how would she think of him now? remembering the night he made her leave his chambers. sad and alone. and not saying goodbye to her.

he felt his heart racing with worry. the maids getting him ready by combing out his tangled hair.

making his way down to the main room where his brother, now taller than him and a eyepatch on his face, his hair sleek and long beside his wife, helaena who touched and played with her fingers. people; guards and maids, arranged in their spots, his grandfather and mother standing side by side.

‘i figured you’d want to be here…’ his brother muttered while aegon rolled his eyes at his brother—‘and of course you are, always aiming to please’ he rolled his eyes while aemond ignored him, his straight back turned to the doors.

the doors soon, opening quickly as the people spoke to announce their arrival, rhaenyra and daemon standing next to each other as their children followed—y/n, behind her mother.

and Gods, did she look magnificent. her hair straight and long, braided and some out. her clothes black and matching her mothers, her brothers with their dark brown hair and red mixed with black outsides.

daemon wore black as well with his hair out, on the sides of his head. aegon couldn’t help but let his gaze set focus on y/n who paid him no mind, his heart rate picking up and hurting him almost, he almost forgot what it felt to see it. to even be in the same room as her.

‘alicent, where is my father?’ rhaenyra muttered while she got closer to him, the very visible stench in front of her, filled with child.

‘he is in his chambers, he’d been finding it more difficult to rise, i urge you to let him rest.’ she told them, her authority falling through her voice.

aegon blocked out half of what was being said, his focus on y/n who turned to look him up and down before she faced forward once more. his heart dropped. did what they share years ago mean nothing, did the whole feelings be one sided?

he felt embarrassed, like an idiot, ignored by the one person he couldn’t stand it from. his hands clutched around one another while he felt his face grow red.

he watched as they walked away and past them, y/n keeping her face forward and not meeting his eyes of which he desperately wanted them too.

‘looks as though your disappointment is prominent, who were you expecting? a whore?’ his brother muttered before walking away with his wife and mother. aegon bit his lip and cleared his throat before walking away with him.

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his mind had been filled with the way y/n had grown physically; and apparently mentally about the way she ignored his very being. did the decision he made years ago affect how she feels for him today?

his heart was aching and he needed to talk to her, he needed to hear her, feel her, taste her.

sitting at the dinner table as they all ate and laughed, he felt his eyes training against y/n whose lips were unmoving, only to open and close when she ate. she seemed to lose the smile she wore years ago.

her eyes lidded a bit as if the life it was filled with had died. she drank slowly and cleared her throat—‘i will go to my chambers mother.’ he muttered as rhaenyra nodded and kissed her cheek, y/n doing the same. as she dusted off her outside had stood to leave.

be said some bullshit lie to his mother about how he’d felt ill and left without hearing her protest. going down the hall to see it was empty and turning to the other to see y/n walking into her chambers he walked quick, looking behind him to make sure nobody saw—knocking on the door—‘y/n?’ he muttered, his head a bit fuzzy with the wine he’d drank but not enough to stop him from thinning completely.

‘who is it?’ she asked through the door—‘aegon…’ he mumbled. the door opened in a hurry as she looked at him.

he felt stupid, helpless and embarrassed. standing in front of her door as if he were a beggar asking for food. in a sense he was a beggar, begging for her attention.

‘what is it—‘

‘please, let me talk to you…please.’ he muttered as she looked down and peeked her head out to then pull him in and shirt the door quietly.

looking around at the room she’d had he tried not to think of the fact this was his old room, where’d they’d kissed.

‘speak…’ she muttered , her distance far from him as he awkwardly touching his hands and picked at his skin.

‘i…you, look beautiful.’ he told her dumbly, a small smile set on his lips. she couldn’t help but feel her heart skip and race a bit while her eyebrows lifted.

‘thank you. you; betterment.’ she told him, giving him a small smile to himself. he felt his heart skip at this but knew it didn’t match the one tara ago.

‘i want to, apologize —‘

‘don’t, i don't need it—‘

‘but i need to, i want to. please…’ he begged her to hear him, she looked him up and down at his new form and folded her arms—‘okay…’ she muttered.

looking at the chairs next to the fire, he pointed—‘please, let’s sit?’ he asked her she sighed and followed him, sitting in the chair she sat in years ago, her legs crossed over one another as he sat in the one across.

‘i just, i’m so sorry. those years ago. then i forced you to leave, believe me i wanted the same, i craved your touch, your heart…but i couldn’t, i couldn’t ruin you. for your future, your legacy—‘

‘but you wouldn’t have…aegon. i came to you, i asked you, i neeed you. and when you pushed me away…i didn’t know how to feel, i didn’t know if it were one sided or not—‘

‘it was not, it is not!’ he corrected, feeling so far from her, he got up and kneeled in front of her, she looked down at him with sorrow as she felt bad for his current state, his eyes glazed over with tears and desperate for her to understand.

‘aegon—‘

‘no, y/n i have never felt this way, i will never fill this way unless with you…you, are the one thing i can feel around, you…are everything. years back—i knew i wanted you but i couldn’t have you. you are pure, and perfect. carved for the world to admire and witness, the life you need, and the life you deserve. apart from me who will ruin and destroy you, i cannot give you what you need—‘

‘all i wanted was your love…you, aegon, are all i need, all i want—‘ before she could get anything else out he leaned up and pressed his lips along hers, his kiss desperate and hungry, hers following in sync.

the tow of them kissed each other harder and harder, the years of longing for each other hurtling towards the kiss and the love they shared for each other shared.

her hand held his that rested on the sides of her now shaped and defined face, he moved his hands pulled her up but her waist, walking her over to the bed. sitting on it as she climbed onto his lap, the two of them kissing each other and y/n moving her waist along his, causing him to groan.

the more they kissed the more they craved, and she knew she had to wait—pulling apart to rest her head against his, their noses touching, he smiled warmly as she did the same.

she pressed her hands on his chest and pushed him back a bit, slowly laying down on his back as she laid on his front body, her arms crossed and folded along his chest.

the two studied their new bodies as they admired one another’s face—‘i am to marry.’ she muttered in a bit or sadness.

he felt his heart ping—‘to whom?’ he asked. gods, he hated this feeling; the feeling of helplessness. she would marry someone who wasn’t him—now of age, he wished he’d be able to be some sort of interest to her mother.

‘i don’t know. mother and father have been looking, for the perfect man…’ she looked between his eyes with longing. he looked at her as well before she pushed herself up and pressed her lips along his once more.

humming into her mouth as he thought of something he pulled apart—‘marry me…’ he muttered. she opened her eyes and looked at him with wide eyes—‘us?’

‘why not? i am to marry soon, you are now, us marrying one another will bring out houses together, us, growing together, to have babes—heirs to the throne, you queen, me—‘

‘my king’ she smiled as her lips hovered over his, kissing him once more with amazement at the new thought of him as her husband.

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the next day, aegon told y/n she’d talk to her mother. she said it would be preferable over her father, if he talked to him, he’d die.

knocking on her chambers she spoke—‘come in’. walking in to see rhaenyra, his older sister standing at the table, her hand on her stomach—‘oh, aegon.’ she stood straighter, a part of her expecting her daughter.

‘yes, i’ve come to speak with you, on important matters.’ he was beyond scared right now. she was a bit worried, siting down at the chair near the table as he followed.

‘yes what is it?’ looking at him in the eyes, he found it intriguing that her and y/n shared the same stern expression and voice.

‘i am to marry soon…’ he muttered

‘so is y/n—‘

‘wed her to me…please.’ he asked, begging. he could tell she was scared—‘what?’ she asked.

‘wed her to me, and i will give her everything she needs, everything she deserves and desires, i will give you heirs to the throne and i will stay out of your way…just. please, i love her.’ he begged and explained. rhaenyra, fiddled with her fingers at the thought but tried to think and push aside what she’d heard about him.

humming she looked at the floor then up—‘okay…’ she muttered he thought he heard her wrong.

‘i’m sorry?—‘

‘you shall marry her, and you will do nothing to hurt her. if i hear or see anything, i will have you killed and eaten by the dragons—‘

‘i understand, i understand. thank you—thank you sister—rhaenyra.’ be corrected as she threatened him but sat straight.

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walking to the chambers y/n stayed in her immediately went into her arms and kissed her deeply—‘did she say yes? huh?’ she asked urgently, he nodded as she smiled widely, kissing him deeply once more.

the two stayed tangled in one another.

their wedding not to long after the betrothal, and they were successful in having four children, three boys and one girl.

[starshipdecay]

Toon Zelda redesigns! I've never been fond of the Toon Zelda design, and these girls deserve some individuality. Design notes and rambles below the cut :D

(time to turn the proper grammar off i aint capitalizing all this. warning: i am verbose)

first up, tmc zelda!

shes the one most like toon zelda, since i felt like the vibes fit the *most* (though not a lot). also, with her place on the timeline, i could justify a lot of bits, like the wings and the cape

the cape! obvs it comes from the toon zelda base design, but also it involves skyloftian fashion! i take the timeline as a challenge, and i once saw a take somewhere that the skyloftians all wear their family crests (most often birds lol) on their person. zelda here (and link too) do just that, wearing their family crests on little caplets. on the back is, of course the royal crest

i went very cutesy princess for her. tmc has such a *whimsical* vibe that i feel is very. muted? by the fact its stuck with the toon style. so i wanted to put in that vibe here. also her sprites make it look like her skirt is super poofy, so how could i not?

curly hair: i wanted something interesting, and most zeldas have straight hair. so! adds to the cuteness

i didnt draw it so well but she (and link) both have very sleepy expressions. zelda especially just has a sleepy expression in her sprite, its quite adorable.

shes not as decked out as other princesses, cuz i see tmc taking place before the royal family really starts to get *royal* as we see it. shes still of course got a tiara and some embroidery tho.

Tetra! her base design isnt all that changed from the original. her name is a fun hc of mine tho. i think "von Hyrule" sounds better as a surname than just "hyrule". shes not zelda, but shes still a descendant.

(WW) princess z (as i call her)

I went more oot zelda vibes for her, since she would be closer, temporally, to oot. i also went very warm, since ive never seen the flood as a *warm* endeavor.

shes got the shoulder danglies, as most zeldas have shoulder armor of some kind. the danglies instead of actual armor are supposed to kind of evoke a royal sea captain kind of vibe.

shes ghostly, with a fish-eyed stare. shes been dead and gone for a long time. shes also a bit taller and a few years older than tetra (as of ww). shes just some spectre the king saw in tetra, not at all a close match

tetra, being smaller than princess z, doesnt fit into the clothes. the dress is too big for her (as is in canon gd that skirt is WAY too long for her), the coat is baggy. the role of a princess *literally* does not fit her.

the ribbons! theyre my replacement for the wings, and they represent the wind in the game! since its represented by white lines, the ribbons are a perfect symbolic match. (also, a note, tetras hair is shorter and coarser than princess z's)

i mostly bullshitted the blue panel but the vague idea i gave it was 'a hope for the triforce to give good fortunes to the people' (pictured as dots, mostly behind her arms)

Pirate Queen Tetra

ph! about a year has passed, and tetra has really grown into her own! as well as literally grown!

shes still tetra, pirate and captain, but shes incorporated that royal heritage into her identity: quite literally! she made piecemeal of the original outfit (what was left of it anyway after the fight), and added bits and pieces to her new life.

she also takes full advantage of said heritage to call herself pirate queen. its great for branding. whos gonna say she CANT go by pirate queen?

the seagull feather is from Aryll. only crew member tetra wears a trinket from (who can say no to that ball of sunshine! certainly not tetra)

not many notes. yall can see whats there. (also she still wears her hair in a bun, its just in a low bun (you can almost see it) when she wears her hat)

st zelda!

first note is: shes not a princess! shes an heiress of the company tetra had made and left behind. hence her title of Lady zelda. ("new hyrule" rly just like-- the ending of ww was *literally* that hyrule is dead and thats okay. how did they miss that :sob emoji:) also calling her Lady Zelda fits with the train vibes

shes in a 1880s style bustle dress because 1) i am OBSESSED with bustle dresses. i love them. so much. 2) the more historical vibe works really well with trains! also a lot of the other outfits in the game have late victorian vibes, so shes certainly not out of place.

her hat (and gloves): any proper lady has a hat on when going about town, however, when she gets body snatched, she pulled out her hatpin to use (ineffectively) as a weapon (she IS tetras great-great-granddaughter), causing her to lose her hat *and* hairdo.

shes still got the hatpin in her ghost form, too. she uses it to threaten people for funsies

Ribbons! on the topic of hairdo, her ribbons! visually tying her to tetras design, the ribbons here instead take on the image of train tracks, with her pin (on the left side) evoking a train engine. the pin also makes her look rich and girly. when her hair comes undone, this makes the ribbons all loose, like how the train tracks disappear in game. (the hat also kinda connects her to tetra)

thanks for reading :D i hope you liked reading this as much as i liked typing it

[derangedsynthpop]

because barbie

written for @bucktommywinterfest Halloween warm up round

prompt: couples costumes

rated: T

tags: halloween costumes, horny buck, smitten tommy, banter

word count: 824

[read below or on AO3]

Summary:

Buck and Tommy try to figure out what to wear to a 118 Halloween party.

***

"I am not wearing that."

"What? Aw, c'mon, Tommy. Please?" Buck tilts his chin down to look at Tommy through his lashes with a pout.

"Absolutely not. And put those sad puppy eyes away, Evan, they won't change my mind."

"Okay, fine," Buck huffs. Taking one more look at the picture on his phone, he frowns, silently mourning what could have been, and shuts the screen off. "Then what would you suggest?"

They're sitting cross-legged on his bed, facing each other, and trying to decide what to wear to the Halloween party Bobby and Athena are throwing at their new house. Buck feels like they've been going back and forth over it for hours, when in actuality, it's only been about ten minutes.

"Okay," Tommy grins wickedly, doing that little excited wiggle he does that Buck adores. "You already know I have the whole get-up to do Han Solo..."

Buck raises an eyebrow at that, instantly intrigued. "And who would I be?"

"Well, I think you would look really hot in a slave Leia costume."

The images that Buck's mind conjures has blood rushing to his face and his heartrate skyrocketing. "I, um-- Uh, wow," he says a bit breathlessly. "I... wow."

Tommy laughs, cupping Buck's face in his hands. He gives Buck a quick peck on the lips. "Did I break your brain?"

"Mhm."

"You know I wouldn't actually ask you to wear that in front of your friends and family, right? Unless you really wanted to."

Buck breaks out of his daze to say, "Hey, they're your friends and family, too, Tommy."

Tommy gives him another quick kiss. "I know. I just also knew phrasing it like that would get your brain back to the present."

Buck rolls his eyes affectionately. "Okay. So, I'm definitely not wearing a slave Leia costume. Outside of sexy time, that is. And, I don't know... Princess Leia, or even General Leia, just isn't sparking anything."

"Bee and bee keeper?"

"Too soon."

"Milk and cookies?"

"Too cliche."

"Shaggy and Scooby?"

"Too many invasive questions about our sex life."

"Ghostbusters?"

"Ehhh..."

Tommy sighs. "Evan, we have to pick something in the next few days or we'll be the only ones without costumes."

"Ughhhh," Buck groans, dropping his head back. "Why is this so haaarrd?" His head shoots back up. "Oh! Hard! Maybe sex will help me think."

Buck reaches for Tommy's pants, but Tommy grabs his wrist. "No. No sex until we figure something out."

"Oh, you are evil."

Tommy grins big, his eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up all adorable, taking Buck's hand and bringing it to his lips. Buck is helpless against that smile, blushing as he returns a small smile of his own. "Angel and devil?" Tommy asks, and kisses Buck's knuckles.

"May...be...? It's a solid contender, at the very least."

"Alright!" Tommy claps his hands together. "Finally, we're getting somewhere."

"Ooh, one of us could be the Rubber Man from American Horror Story." Buck waggles his eyebrows, biting his lip as he looks Tommy up and down.

Tommy gives him a look. "What was that about too many question about our sex life?"

"Relax, Babe, I was kidding." Buck pats Tommy's leg. Then he grins, and adds, "Mostly."

"Brat."

Buck sticks his tongue out, like the mature adult he is. Tommy flicks the tip of his nose, then kisses it to soothe the slight sting.

"Okay, well what about pirates? Cowboys?" Tommy asks.

"Hmm, I was a cowboy for the Haunt Fest. I don't want to just repeat that. But you in assless chaps? Yes, please."

"Evan."

"What?"

"You're picturing me in assless chaps, a cowboy hat, and nothing else, aren't you?"

"Absolutely," Buck says like it would be ridiculous to think otherwise.

Tommy shakes his head, a fond look on his face.

"Cop and robber?" Buck suggests. "I'll let you cuff me."

Tommy quirks a brow. "Like you don't already?"

Buck snickers. "Okay, okay. For real this time. Um, what about... Oh! Barbie and Ken. In their cowgirl and cowboy oufits."

"I thought you didn't want to be a cowboy again? What makes this any different?"

"Because Barbie."

"Alright," Tommy raises his hands in surrender. "But why not Ken and Ken?"

"Why would be both be Ken?"

"Because... we're both men?"

"Tommy," Buck looks at him like he's grown a second head. "It's Barbie and Ken, not Ken and-- Wow. Nope. No. That came out all wrong. I sound like a homophobe."

Tommy laughs. "We could be Alan and Ken."

"So you don't want to see me in a sparkly hot pink cowgirl outfit?"

"I--" Tommy starts, stopping abruptly, his cheeks heating. "I don't not want to see you in a sparkly hot pink cowgirl outfit."

"So... Barbie and Ken?" Buck gives a sly smile.

Tommy nods in agreement. "Barbie and Ken it is."

"And... sex now?"

Tommy bursts out laughing, grabbing Buck's face to kiss him. "Yes, baby, sex now."

"Yeehaw!"

[hwashotcheeto]

Here's the Prince!Seonghwa drabble I thought about. @malldreamprincess princess made this moodboard for me without asking, so she's amazing, everyone say thank you to her. 💜

Prince!Seonghwa x gn!reader

WC: 922

All fluff, very fluffy, rot your teeth like cotton candy fluffy.

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess @asjkdk

You were sitting in the rose gardens, admiring the many different manicured bushes, counting the blooms on each one. Before you moved to the Palace of Wonderland, you’d never known how many colors roses could be. You’d seen red, white, and pink, sure, but here, there was blue, and purple. 

“You spend a lot of time here,” a voice behind you observed. 

You turned your head to see him. Your betrothed. The man you were going to be married to in just two months. 

The crown prince of Wonderland, Park Seonghwa. Your future husband. 

You fought your father on being married off to a man for the sake of an alliance. You hated it, you didn’t want your life to be a bargaining chip. 

And then you met the man you’d be married to. You met Seonghwa, and he was everything anyone could want. 

Romantic, kind, sweet, gentle, gorgeous, loving, and so much more. 

He made sure you were comfortable with anything he did. He held you when you were scared. He defended you from others in the palace. He made the effort to learn who you were and what you liked. 

He told you the night you met: “I’ll always be your husband before I am your king. And I’ll do my best to be the best one I can be for you.” 

You vowed the same to him. To be the best spouse you could be. Every kind gesture, you returned it. You learned about him as he learned about you. 

You wanted to marry this man. And he wanted to marry you. 

“I like roses,” you responded, turning more towards him, coming back to reality. 

Seonghwa smiled as he walked up to you, his back perfectly straight, as always. He sat next to you on the little stone bench as he looked at the roses as well. 

“They are quite beautiful, aren’t they?” He reached out and held one of the blooms in his hand. You watched his slim, delicate hands cradle the delicate flower in his palm as he admired it’s deep red coloring. 

“They are. They’re my favorite.” 

Seonghwa looked at you, and every time you looked at him, you fell deeper into his dark eyes. He looked at you with a fondness you’d never been familiar with. And he made sure you felt it every time his eyes met yours. 

He nodded as he let go of the rose, turning back to you. You did the same. 

“I have something I wanted to give to you,” Seonghwa said softly. He held out his hand for you to take, which you easily did. His hand closed around yours, and it felt like a key sliding into it’s lock. 

He reached back into his pocket and retrieved a small, black, velvet box. With his one hand, he managed to open the box, and revealed a gorgeous diamond ring. A silver band with a diamond on the top, with smaller red rubies around it. 

A diamond, for you, and rubies, for his kingdom’s colors. 

Seonghwa couldn’t stop smiling as he pulled the ring from the box. “I know royals don’t have proposals, but I could not stop thinking about this moment.” He looked up at you as he held the ring, the biggest smile you’d ever seen on anyone, his eyes sparkling with delight. 

It was taking everything in you to not burst into tears on the spot. Despite the tears, you were smiling as well. Your heart ached with a love you’d never felt before. An adoration, a desire saved for someone like him. 

For someone as special as he was. 

“Would you marry me, my dear?” He asked you, moving closer, squeezing your hand. He lowered his voice as he leaned closer to you. “Would you spend the rest of your life with me, and make me the happiest man on Earth?” 

You nodded as the tears spilled down your cheeks, not trusting yourself to speak. You felt weak, but not in a negative way. Your whole body felt the love you had for him. 

You were convinced that you were in love with the prince. You were marrying this prince not because you had to, but because you loved him. And he loved you just as much. 

Seonghwa slid the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly. 

He reached up and held your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. You gratefully leaned into his warm, soft touch as he cradled you like you were the most precious jewel in the world. To Seonghwa, you were. 

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, wiping away another tear. “I’ll be the best husband I can be.” 

“I know,” you whispered back, reaching up to lay your hands on his. “I’ll do the same for you.” 

“I know.” He smiled as he repeated your words, but tears began to well in his own eyes. His eyes sparkled even more than normal. 

You let go of his hands and threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could manage. Seonghwa did the same, holding you tightly against his chest. The squeeze made you feel safe. You knew you’d always be safe in Seonghwa’s arms. 

There were no words exchanged. There didn’t need to be. 

This is what life would be for years. Loving embraces. Endless kisses. Bottomless adoration. Singing each other’s praises until the end of your days. 

Being entirely, selfishly, hopelessly devoted to each other. 

You couldn’t think of anything better.

Neither could Seonghwa.

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

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Physical Contact Headcanons for Mario, Luigi, Princess Peach, Princess Daisy

Well, here goes nothing. I’m posting headcanons for the first time. 😅 I’ve had these in my mind for a while and decided to write them out. As the title states, it’s about the physical contact (hugs, kisses, etc.) between the Mario brothers and Princesses Peach and Daisy.

Before I begin, I should warn that I am absolutely terrible when it comes to headcanons. They may not make sense despite my best efforts to explain them. 😅

Also, if my headcanon(s) are similar to some that other people already came up with, I assure you it is not intentional, and I apologize in advance.

With all of that out of the way, let’s-a go!

Hugging

Mario

Mario is a great hugger! He’s like a teddy bear who provides a combination of protection and comfort. With that said, he rarely initiates them unless he’s overly excited about something.

The only person he gives consistent hugs to is Luigi. Outside of that, he’ll hug the Toad children if they approach him or ask for one. He’ll rarely hug Peach unless after they overcome a perilous situation and even then, she is the one who hugs him first.

Luigi

Like Mario, Luigi is good at hugs. However, he has to be comfortable with the people first before they experience how warm they are. He’s less likely to give them out than Mario due to his more reserved temperament.

Mario is the only person who he’s comfortable hugging on his own.

One time, he tried to surprise Daisy with a hug from behind, only for her to judo flip him like Peach did to Mario in the movie. Since then, he’s shied away from hugging her and will only do so if she hugs him first.

Peach

Peach is a very generous hugger. Her hugs are tender, snug, and soothing, especially if she uses her healing magic. She loves hugging anything she can.

Of course, her best hugs are reserved for the people who she is the closest to. These consist of Mario, Luigi, Daisy, and Toadsworth.

Outside of them, she has an affinity for hugging cute things. Toad babies and children in particular are her biggest weakness. She has a hard time resisting them, especially if they’re brave enough to approach her first. Yoshi babies also evoke her hugging side.

She is especially fond of group hugs and doesn’t like to exclude anyone.

Daisy

Like her fellow princess, Daisy loves doling out hugs. Unlike her best friend, however, her hugs tend to be anything but tender. They can range from manageable to back-breaking or rib-crushing. She doesn’t mean to hug so hard, mind you; it’s just that she’s very affectionate to those she cares about the most.

Of course, her main victim is none other than Luigi. Let’s just say he keeps chiropractors in business from how frequently he visits them. The types of hugs she loves to give him outside of the normal are running, tackling, and surprise hugs from behind.

She also loves to hug Peach though she’s not as rough with her. Mario is another one she likes to hug on occasion; however, he’ll sometimes compete with her to see who hugs the hardest.

Another thing she has in common with Peach is that she adores children and wants to lovingly wrap her arms around them. Unfortunately, they tend to scatter, or their parents shield them from her due to her, ahem, "reputation".

As with Peach, she loves group hugs.

Kissing

Mario & Luigi

I’m putting these two together because they have similar approaches. It is highly unlikely to see either of them kiss the princesses first. Both are reticent to even think of such a thing due to their statuses. Although Mario has more experience with women, none of them were royalty and thus, he didn’t believe he was worthy enough to kiss a princess. Luigi, on the other hand, abolished the thought from his mind completely. If Mario wasn’t worthy enough, he figured he'd had the same odds as their worst enemies.

The only time they would initiate the kisses is if the princesses wanted them to. They standing under some mistletoe is one example of such a scenario.

Peach would send some subtle hints such as commenting on the mood or giving Mario permission if she sees him wanting to but is reluctant to do so. Think of Kristoff and Anna at the end of the first Frozen Movie. Even then, it would be a peck on the cheek at most.

Daisy would outright ask Luigi to kiss her or tell him through her body language, such as pointing to her cheeks or slightly puckering her lips. Despite the blatant hints, Luigi is loath to follow through due to Daisy playing tricks on him. For example, he would lean in to kiss her cheek, only for her to dip him and plant a big kiss anywhere on his face. As for the puckered lips, she would quickly peck him on the lips right when he was about to make contact. This made him blush profusely and fall on his rear end in surprise. He’s been cautious since.

Mario hasn’t tried to kiss Daisy, nor has Luigi attempted to kiss Peach on their own.

The only time they feel comfortable kissing the princesses is if they (the princesses) are upset over something. The brothers then gently kiss the princesses on their foreheads out of instinct in an attempt to soothe them since that’s what their mother did for them and their father for their mother when they were distraught.

Peach

No question about it, Peach is the most charitable kisser of the group. As much as she enjoys dishing out hugs, she slightly enjoys kissing more. Her pecks tend to be on the tender and warm side. She secretly loves to see the responses of those who are lucky enough to be blessed by her ample lips. Her kisses can also heal wounds or soothe aches if the situation calls for it.

The main recipient of said kisses is of course Mario. She thinks he has a kissable face and relishes his reactions to them.

She doesn’t have a preferred spot as to where she likes to kiss him, but the most targeted spots are his cheeks. She usually pecks him there after he rescues her or as a spot of affection. Other areas include the forehead and nose. The former is when he’s asleep or resting after an adventure. The latter is sometimes after rescuing her, if she’s in a playful mood, or if he hurts it in some way.

She also kisses Luigi from time to time. She almost always kisses him on his cheeks, and they are mostly for rescuing her, helping her out with something, giving her a gift, or if he’s despondent over something. These kisses are strictly platonic.

She is very fond of kissing children, especially Toad babies and Yoshis. She likes kissing the adult Yoshis as well, especially their noses.

Daisy

On the other hand, Daisy isn’t much of a kisser. Her preferred intimate contact is definitely hugging.

When it comes to Luigi, however, a whole army of Chargin’ Chucks and Shovas are needed to keep her lips away from him, and even that may not be enough.

She loves sneaking up on him from behind and surprising him with her pecks.

Her favorite spot is most certainly his nose. One of her favorite things to do is to tap Luigi on the shoulder and peck him on the nose as soon as he turns around, then giggle and grin in his face right after. The best part is that he falls for it every time!

Another thing she gets a kick out of regarding his nose is kissing it so firmly it fluctuates like a diving board after someone jumps from it.

Should Luigi ever be asleep in her presence, he can expect to have his face embellished with multiple orange kiss marks when he wakes up!

As for Mario, the only times she kisses him is when she picks him up and plants a loud stretching one on his cheek in good fun or in the middle of an argument. It usually ends with Mario having a tomato red face and him muttering something under his breath in Italian.

She sometimes pecks Peach on the cheek out of spontaneity or when she’s teasing her. Peach’s cheeks flush sometimes, and Daisy teases her by telling her how cute/pretty she is when she’s blushing.

Like Peach, she loves kissing children and babies. However, like her hugs, she can get carried away, causing everyone to be wary of her.

Other Kissing Trivia

The way the brothers respond to kisses from their beloved princess depends on where they kiss them. Mario and Luigi have similar reactions from them.

Cheek: at minimum slightly flushed cheeks. Sometimes their entire faces turn red, and they swoon. How much they swoon depends on the pressure of the kisses. They also flinch and widen their eyes if surprised.

Nose: their noses twitch, and their mustaches either stretch horizontally or curl upward at the ends. In addition, their faces redden at some parts, and their bodies stiffen. Sometimes they tumble on their backs and look dreamily at the sky. Their noses are the most sensitive and responsive parts besides their lips.

Forehead: slightly flushed faces and droopy eyes. They internally feel warm and giddy.

Lips: it would be miraculous if they were still on their feet if they’re not being held up by something. Their faints and collapses depend on the types of kisses and how firm they are. For example, a long passionate French kiss instantly knocks them out, whereas a quick peck would make their knees wobbly. The only exception to this is if they’re kissed while asleep. Then they instantly wake up with a jolt and flushed faces.

Speaking of sleep, although mentioned earlier Daisy loves to leave kiss prints on Luigi’s face while he’s dozing, Peach loves doing the same with Mario. The difference between the princesses is their approach. Peach loves to leave delicate patterns such as hearts, circles, and even mushrooms. Daisy, on the other hand, just goes feral and plants her lips wherever there’s exposed skin.

On the flip side, in the rare cases where the brothers kiss the princesses, the princesses usually respond with flushed faces and giggles. The latter is mostly from being tickled by their mustaches.

They gasp and slightly blush from surprise pecks, normally on their cheeks. In the extremely rare cases when the princesses are kissed on the lips, they respond with wide eyes, wholly flushed faces, and are rendered speechless.

Miscellaneous Physical Contact

Mario

Mario loves to pat people on their backs, fist bump, high five, or wrap his arm around their shoulders in support. He mostly does this with Luigi, but he also does it with some of the Toads and other allies.

He doesn’t do this at all with the princesses, especially Peach. The rare times he’ll initially touch Peach are if he’s carrying her (mostly when he flies with her wearing a power-up) or running with her hand from present dangers like escaping from dungeons or running from hordes of enemies. Beyond that, he’ll offer a hand if he wishes to have contact with her and leaves it up to Peach to decide if she accepts (and is secretly thrilled when she does).

Luigi

As before, Luigi is similar to Mario except even more shy about it. The only time he’s really comfortable is around small children and animals he’s comfortable around, such as Polterpup and small friendly ones.

The rare times he’ll make physical contact with Daisy are when there’s imminent danger or if she’s too stubborn to back down from an argument or powerful enemy that they can’t defeat at the time. Daisy gets taken aback at first since Luigi rarely takes charge like that; however, she secretly appreciates his more assertive side.

Peach

Peach is a very affectionate person when it comes to physical contact. Outside of hugs, she loves to pat her Toads on the head as well as pet Yoshis and other animals.

Other forms of physical contact include gently patting someone on the shoulder or back, holding hands, and inviting Toad children to sit on her lap.

With Mario, she loves interlocking hands and elbows with him. She is the one who initiates the contact and doesn’t mind doing so. However, she’ll hint when she wants him to make the first move. These hints include commenting on the weather, subtly brushing her arms and hands with his, and offering her hand like he does with her (although this one isn’t a hint at all)

She also loves to caress his face with one or both of her hands. For the latter, she does it before or after kissing him, mostly on the nose, 95% of the time.

She loves to tenderly stroke Mario’s mustache. Although Mario isn’t super fussy about it, she doesn’t want to mess it up too much.

Something that isn't as known about her is that she's an avid tickler! She knows both Mario and Luigi are ticklish, especially Luigi. Luigi is pretty much a goner the moment she touches him. For Mario, however, she has to sneak up on him since straightforward tickles don’t affect him as much.

Daisy

Daisy is a physically affectionate person much like her princess counterpart. Whereas Peach is warm and tender, however, Daisy is more aggressive and energetic. With that said, she never means to be malicious with the people she cares about.

Besides hugs, her favorite form of physical affection is patting people on the back. However, as with her other actions, she overdoes it at times, usually ending with the person staggering if not faceplanting outright. One would think Luigi is the main victim, but surprisingly it’s not him. It’s actually Mario who is mostly on the receiving end. With him, it’s deliberate because she gets a kick out of seeing Mario’s flustered reaction.

She also has a habit of wrapping her arm around people’s shoulders. People tend to be cautious when she does this because it usually means she is either up to something or wants a favor. These are also accompanied by suspicious grins, adding to the atmosphere. The primary victim of this is Peach. Daisy uses this tactic when she wants Peach to do something with or for her.

As for her green bean, outside of hugging him to death, she loves to hold hands with him and will drag him from place to place, especially if he takes too long to join her. She is also fond of carrying him bridal style when the opportunity arises.

Despite her hyper nature, she can be tender when she desires. Again, these are mostly reserved for Luigi, especially when he’s feeling down.

She absolutely adores Luigi’s nose! Besides kissing it, she likes petting, gently massaging, and honking it. For the last one, she’ll do it when she’s feeling playful or if she’s upset with him, though not as hard. In fact, she’ll be beside herself if she hurts it in some form. She’ll caress it and kiss it in an attempt to make him feel better. Her love for his nose stems from Luigi confiding in her about his insecurity over it after it was made fun of by a girl who he had a huge crush on in high school. Because of that, she does everything to let him know his nose is fine the way it is.

She also loves to run her fingers through Luigi’s mustache. Luigi, unlike Mario, is very finicky about his ‘stache and gets slightly exasperated when she messes it up. However, at the same time he secretly enjoys the attention she gives it.

Well, that’s about it for now. Should I think of some more, I’ll add them. I’ll also try to clean this up more to make it look the best it can. In the meantime, I would love to read some headcanons about these four regarding this subject or if anyone has anything to add to mine. 😊

[quitealotofsodapop]

Okay, I just saw the "Bai He is Red Son's lil sister" AU idea and I'm imagining this-

DBK: "Flesh, bone- who is that."

Bai He, half-hiding behind Iron Fan because nervous at how he'll receive her: "Hi."

Iron Fan: "Our-"

Red Son, scooping up Bai He to present her to the father she's never met: "My baby sister!"

DBK: *immediately shrinks down to look at her*

Ref.

Part of me is torn on how Bai He comes into the Demon Bull Fam's lives. I'm leaning towards her being a bio baby who was conceived before DBK was imprisoned - making her anger at SWK more personal. Her demonic ageing putting her 490-something (demon pregnancies don't really follow earth time too good) years at roughly the age of a nine year old girl.

PIF would most likely seek out Guanyin for help in this time. Even with her health at risk, the former Celestial Princess will not ask her mother Xiwangmu for assistance.

The pregnant queen nearly moves to the Southern Seas entirely, only leaving to covertly manage her and DBK's estates. Guanyin's most fiery disciple, Red Son, is able to tackle his grief over his father's imprisonment with his mother at his side, funnelling his rage into protective fervour.

Red Son declares that he'll find a way to lift the Staff trapping the family patriarch without the Monkey King's power. Iron Fan wishes him well. A great part of his determination in part to his upcoming baby sister.

The second Demon Bull calf has a shockingly uneventful birth. She's quite small, and skinny, but doesn't cause much fuss when entering the world.

Except for nearly blinding all those in attendance with her brilliant white flame.

The tiny but brilliant white-blue flame on her head quickly recedes back into her body - a more dramatic version of her older brother's emotional red blaze. PIF dubs her daughter "her little White Lily" as a reference to the girl's small but powerful fire.

Iron Fan immediately takes greater interest in her son's research.

PIF wants her daughter to have a childhood away from the dangers of monkeys or Heaven. But if the only way Bai He will ever meet her father is by removing the Staff - then Iron Fan will level the whole of Megapolis to make it so.

When the time finally comes and Red Son's gauntlet proves able to lift the weight of the Staff - the whole Demon Bull family gather at a construction site deep in the heart of the modern city.

The Demon Bull King notices the tiny little girl hiding behind his wife's skirt before he can even wonder on how he was released.

He leans and shrinks down in a smaller size to see her closer. He needs no introduction. She even smells like she's his.

The little girl shyly touches her father's raw snout. She itches at the budding calf horns hidden in her black hair as a show of empathy.

DBK, shocked: "Tieshan... you were?" PIF, sad nod: "I was. I had no time to tell you that our prayers had been answered a second time. This is Bai He. Our little White Lily." DBK: "White lily?" Red Son, excited: "She has this amazing power! Show her meimei!" Bai He, nervous: "Am I, mama?" PIF, nodding: "Yes, baobei. Show your baba what you did when you first greeted this world." Bai He: (*takes a wide stance and concentrates hard.*) Red Son & PIF: (*quickly cover their eyes.*) (*a massive white flame flashes throughout the dark construction sight - blinding all of the Bull clones and a certain eavesdropping noodle delivery boy.*) DBK, dazed but adoring: "My word! Such a powerful blast for someone so small! And you say she did that when she was but a babe?" PIF, fond smile: "It nearly blinded Guanyin themselves. While her flames do not burn hot, they burn bright." Red Son, wipes glasses: "Yes. Though I think it hasn't helped my vision much." DBK, finally noticing: "Who is that young man holding Ruyi Jingu Bang?" MK: (*still very dazed and confused, having accidentally grabbed the Staff to steady himself in the confusion.*) Red Son, Bai He, and PIF: "!?!?" Red Son: "We have... NO idea." Bai He: "I do! His baba makes super tasty noodles!" PIF: "That's what you've been eating when I give you treat money?" Bai He: "Kitties hang outside the shop!" :3

The confused chase still occurs - now with Red Son's vehicles having a sidecar or booster seat to accommodate Bai He.

PIF: "Don't run off just yet. Take your sister with you." Red Son, embarrassed: "Mo-ther! I'm going on a high-speed chase! Not a Sunday drive!" Bai He, huffing: "You never let me ride with you!" DBK, fond chuckle: "Listen to your mother, boy." Red Son: (*angrily grumbles as he adds a second seat with safety belts.*) Bai He, smugly: >:3

PIF still steals back the Staff and tosses MK away into the lava flow of FFM's volcanic ring, albeit more gently. She swears that having a daughter has softened her.

MK is a little hurt, but is ultimately ok. He tells Pigsy and Mei to stay on the ship as he heads deeper into the archipelago. Staff or no staff, he needs to talk to the Monkey King.

The Demon Bull family's conquest of the city comes to a grinding halt when they realise that their youngest member is missing...

PIF, gritting her teeth in anger: "Red Son? Where is your sister?" Red Son, wasn't paying attention: ( ˶°ㅁ°)...

Mr Tang has zero reference for who the tiny, and bite-y little demon that ambushed them on the boat is, but she's certainly is not on their side! Thankfully she is also quickly distracted by all the foster cats on Sandy's boat.

So now there's a double panic of "What happening to our kid!?" happening on both sides of the conflict!

Mei suggests using Bai He as a hostage in exchange for the Staff. Bai He retorts that villains take hostages, not heroes, and that she's actually taken them all hostage! Mei and Tang splutter who thats not how it works!

Pigsy instead laughs and indulges the little girl, putting on a show of pleading to her to spare their lives. And if she's going to bring them back to her parents to show off how she captured all the Monkey King's allies? Bai He excitedly agrees to this suggestion and demands that they sail back to Megapolis! Pigsy whispers to the group that it's the easiest way to keep the Bulls out of MK's hair while he finds the Monkey King.

MK mentions a "weird little girl" amongst the Demon Bull Family, and Sun Wukong looks legitimately surprised and... regretful?

Wukong: "Oh no... If I had known I wouldn't have... you say that they're back in the city, right?" MK, confused by the reaction: "Uh, yeah?" Wukong: "Ok. Lets go." MK: "Huh? Really!? Thats it?" Wukong, summons his cloud: "Yep. Need to say some deep apologies when I get there." MK, climbs on: "What apologies? They stole your Staff!" Wukong: "And *I* left Princess Iron Fan to raise a second baby without her husband around! Rampage or not, I would have vouched for DBK if I had known another baby bull was on the way!" MK: "Oh dang. Thats a good point. No wonder they hate your guts." Wukong, groans: "Don't remind me."

Whether or not the Demon Bull clan accept Sun Wukong's apology is up for debate.

They at a very least form a truce with Pigsy and Sandy so that Bai He can still visit her favourite noodle shop and see all the kitties.

And the Bull Family still end up releasing a terrible power hidden deep below the city...

[celtigxr]

THE PINK DREAD - CH. 30 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: Rhaenyra and the rest of her brood return to King's Landing for the first time in years. Aegon has a heart-to-heart with his least favourate person in the world. Word Count: 4976 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, mentions of bullying. Very little Valeana in this chapter, sry sry. But Aegon 👀

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita

Notes: PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF CHAPTER. Additionally, I'm not super proud of like 50% of this chapter. This is where my muse started to slip for me, so it's not my best work, and the next few chapters as well. I'm hoping to correct that by proof reading them, but mostly, the next 5 chapters are really me trying to move along the plot.

“Ohhh, I am going to miss these chubby cheeks,” Rhaenyra cooed in a high-pitched voice as she yanked little Valeana Celtigar and pulled her onto her lap. Nearly four years old, the girl was plump as she was adorable, filling Rhaenyra with an almost maternal level of cute aggression. Luke had just been born, another boy, where she yearned for a daughter. Valeana would fill that void until the Mother could grant her wish. 

“May I just have a bite? A wee nibble?” Rhaenyra mimicked a bite at the child’s cheeks, earning her a shriek of mirth. 

“Princess Nyra, no!!” Valeana giggled and wiggled in her grasp. 

The woman mock pouted, “But I won’t see you for weeks. What will I do without my little Valeana? Whose cheeks will I nibble now?” 

The little girl stuck her tongue out between her teeth, mischievous green eyes moving over the large man in the corner, his gold cloak making him stand out even more. “Ser Harwin’s.” 

Rhaenyra looked up at her sworn sword, who’s smile brightened, “Ser Harwin’s? But they are hidden under all that hair. It would taste awful.”

The knight chuckled, shaking his head. 

Valeana covered her face with her small hands, eyes peeking through her fingers, “But you can’t bite my cheeks, Nyra! I need’em!” 

“Oh, is that right? What for, my dear?”

The little girl’s face turned pink from hairline to chin, her eyes tightly closed as she buried her face into Rhaenyra’s soft belly. “Prince Aemond.”

“Prince Aemond?” Rhaenyra repeated, eyebrows turned upward.  

“He-he gives me kisses on’em, before we go to bed.”

Rhaenyra shared a look with Harwin, before looking down at the squirming girl on her lap, a fond smile pulled at her lips. “He does, does he?” 

Valeana nodded shyly, “I like Prince Aemond. He’s pretty, like you!”

“Oh!” Rhaenyra laughed, looking back at Harwin again, a broad entertained grin in place. The man simply chuckled louder, placing his hand over his mouth. “And have you told Aemond this?”

She shook her head, moving her face back into the shield of Rhaenyra’s belly once again, “Noooo… Prince Aegon will make fun of me.”

With a pout, the princess tried to move the girl so she could see her face, “And why on earth would he do that?” 

Valeana’s mouth was pulled into a frown, her green eyes wandering around the room while she tried to control the wobble of her lip, “He doesn’t like me. It’s ‘cause I’m not pretty, like you, or Aemond, or Helaena, or him, or Jacaerys or–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rhaenyra pulled her up so she was sitting properly in the cradle of her lap, and took her face between both of her hands. “I will have none of that. You are just as pretty, Valeana.” 

Though the little girl did not seem convinced. Her large eyes marbled into two glistening peridot gems, “A-Aegon says I’m too f-f-fat to be pretty, ‘n–’n only pretty girls muh-marry princes, and become prin-princess-esses.”

Rhaenyra pulled her into her chest, scoffing at her brother’s cruelty, “My brother is a fool. A blind fool, my darling. Do not listen to a thing he says… You are beautiful, just like your mother, Lysa.”

“R-really?” Valeana hiccuped. 

The princess nodded earnestly, “Of course. You are her very image, just ask Ser Harwin.”

Valeana craned her neck to look up at the knight, eyes puffy and watery, cheeks pink and tear stained, “Am-am I pre-pretty, Ser Harwin?”

The large man sauntered over before bending to his knee next to Rhaenyra, so he could level his eyes with the child. “You are so very pretty, Lady Valeana. Just like Lady Lysa, just like Princess Rhaenyra.” 

Valeana blushed heavily, scrunching up her nose and putting her small hands to cover her face, trying to lean away, suddenly very bashful. Alas, Rhaenyra had a grip on her, and at her darling little display of embarrassment, the princess laughed. 

“It’s those cheeks! They’re just like apples, wouldn’t you say, Ser Harwin?”

“Oh, the juiciest of apples!” 

“Care to take a nibble with me?”

“Of course!”

Valeana squealed as she tried to pull away, but it was too late. The princess and the knight planted their lips on both of her cheeks at the same time, squishing her face. When Harwin pulled away with a chortle, Rhaenyra just kept on kissing the girl’s cheeks, pinching and taking mock bites out of them, all the while Valeana giggled, screamed, and tried to scramble out of her grasp. 

Not long after, Lord Bartimos Celtigar had sauntered onto the terrace, his face stretching out in a fond smile at the sight of his daughter in the arms of the crown princess. 

“Oh, I’d hate to put an end to this lovely display of affection, but alas, Princess Rhaenyra, we are about to leave for the Isle. Ursula is about to give birth any day now.” 

The princes sighed disappointingly, “Of course, of course.” With Valeana still in her arms, she stood up and walked over to the Master of Coin, but before she handed her over, she turned to the little one in her arms and said firmly. “Now, remember what I told you.”

Valeana nodded, rubbing her chubby fist along her reddened cheeks. 

“And if anyone says otherwise, I will send them to Syrax, then they’ll be nothing but toast.” 

The girl giggled mischievously, “Prince Egg-on-Toast.” 

It had only been a day, and yet that was too long. The night he had spent with Valeana was seared into his memory, like a dream he could not stop thinking about. That night, after he released his spend all over her hand, they had cleaned up and laid back in the pillows. She curled up at his side, head laying on his chest as they both looked up at the stars in blissful silence. He didn’t want the night to end, but it eventually did when the sky started to pink along the horizon, and Valeana jolted awake at the realization of how long they had been there. 

In silence he escorted her back to her room, thanking the gods that Floris had not woken up with the looming dawn. At the entrance, he thanked her for an amazing night, and she responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, thanking him in return. 

Aegon spent the better part of that day in bed, fingers tracing the spot where she had kissed him, eyes closed as he reimagined her tits, her face, her hand around his cock. A smirk crawled upon his face then, when he recalled the moment he returned to his bedchambers, peeled off his clothes and noticed the dark stain on his breeches. Blood. 

That was why she did not want to go further. Aegon could have had her that night, had it not been for the Mother’s curse. The fact alone made him hard again, giving him no choice but to summon Hildy so early that morning. Her services aren’t quite done after all… at least for the next 3-5 days. 

Aegon was aware that Valeana would be with his nephew that afternoon, the thought of which drove him to near madness. He needed to see her again, to do it again, but he swallowed down his impatience, and instead went into the pavilions to distract himself. There he reunited with the Redwyne brothers and as a result, found himself in Catelyn’s company. 

He leaned into her ear, and whispered, “Your idea worked like a charm.”

This elated her, turning to him with a bright smile that was infectious, “It did?! Tell me everything.”

Aegon rocked on the balls of his feet innocently, hands clasped behind his back as he started to walk through the pavilions, forcing her to trail next to him. He hummed, a smile curling his lips, “I do not kiss and tell.”

She gasped, “You ki—” Cat cut herself off and cleared her throat, looking around the area to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. People were already watching them curiously, what with Aegon being a Prince, and Catelyn being not his usual company. “You kissed?” She repeated in a whisper. 

Well, no, Aegon realized. They hadn’t… He kissed other parts of her, and her own chaste one on his cheek still made the area warm and tingly. But the realization bothered him more than he thought it would. It was a fact he wished to rectify. 

In the end, he did not tell Catelyn exactly what happened, other than they had a lovely midnight snack and chat, where he made his heartfelt confessions, and she gifted him with a chance. 

One drink became several, as usually was the case, and his jovial time in the pavilions became a pleasant blur. By the time he got back to the Red Keep, it was already too late in the evening to call for Valeana. Besides, he was far too drunk to make any sort of good impression on her father. Aegon was aware that Bartimos already had a sour impression of him, and if he was going to marry Valeana, then he would have to – somehow – get on ol’ Barty’s good side. 

Aegon barely had his tunic off when his mother entered into his chambers, completely unannounced. She had a tendency to do that, particularly when she was contrite with him over something he wasn’t even aware that he had done. 

“Mother,” he threw his head back, too tired and too inebriated to coherently greet her properly. His hands rubbed his eyes before he regarded her through his exhaustion, “One of these days, your intrusions will be awarded by the unseemly sight of your son rutting into—”

“Enough!” Her face reddened, from anger or embarrassment over the mental image he had just painted, or likely both. “I had come to you this morning, but your guard told me you were occupied.”

Aegon smiled slyly, “Very.”

The queen scoffed at her son, turning sharply away as she rubbed her fingers to her temples. She paced around the room like that, only aggravating Aegon, who longed to be nude and in his bed. 

“Would you please just berate me already? It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

His mother finally stopped her pacing, moving her hands from her head to her hips, “What are your intentions with Lady Valeana?”

The bluntness and the seriousness of her tone was enough to sober him. Aegon wobbled back, as if a blow was made at him. To steady himself, he placed his forearm on the post of his bed, and leaned against it. 

“Did we not already have this conversation?” He peered at her in confusion. “You told me to stop pursuing her, threatened to chain me to my rooms, and I completely ignored you?”

“Aegon,” her tone was a force in its steadiness. Alicent strode over to him, and despite being shorter, it still felt like he was under her. Like he was still a child. “Tell me the truth, for once in your bloody life. What. Are. Your. Intentions?” 

Aegon’s mouth fell into a pout, his red rimmed eyes stared back at her like a reprimanded puppy. Alicent never swore, he would remember if she did. His mother had a knack for making polite words sound as lethal as a Valyrian steel blade. 

“To cour–” She did not allow him to finish. Alicent’s hand grabbed his face firmly under his jaw. 

“I said I want the truth of it! That girl is under the impression you are fond of her, but I know my son! She is the daughter of a noble house, not some common maid that you can use to exercise your depravities with!”

Aegon wretched his face away from her hand, his brows pulled downward in a twisted look of annoyance and outrage. The logical part in his brain does not blame his mother for reaching to the conclusion that he had ill intent, but what hurt the most was that she could not simply imagine Aegon actually being soft on a girl. That the very idea was improbable on every plain of existence, because Aegon simply could not feel with anything other than his dick. 

“I am fond of her!” He shouted, backing away from his mother. His frustration mixing with the alcohol in his veins created a boiling point; he was so fucking tired of his mother thinking so little of him. “And my intentions with Valeana Celtigar are pure. Why is that so fucking hard to believe?”

Alicent momentarily looked taken back by the intense sincerity of his voice, which cracked with emotion and exhaustion. The Queen shook her head, “You cannot attach yourself to that girl, Aegon. You know you are intended to marry your sister–”

Aegon scoffed loudly, throwing his head back, “Mother! Stop this! Father does not wish for me to marry Helaena, and we do not wish for it either! For once in your life can you just be happy for me?” 

The question had rendered Alicent speechless, if only for a prolonged moment. His mother’s eyes, wide, dark, glistened with unshed tears (of guilt or aggravation, he could not tell) as they darted between his desperate violet ones. 

“I cannot help but conclude,” she began to speak, her voice lower than before, almost delicate and methodical as if she was trying to soften a blow. “That you only fancy the girl because she belonged to your brother, and you know he wants her back. How can I be happy for one son, when it is at the expense of another?”

Aegon’s anger was quickly boiling over, evident by the reddening of his face and the trembling of his fingers. He longed to grab something and throw it at her, but instead he settled for taking a forceful step in his mother’s direction, and angrily pointed in the direction of Aemond’s quarters, “AEMOND DOES NOT DESERVE HER! He does not deserve the happiness that she brings. He pushed her, mother, broke her fucking leg clean off, and then treats her like the scum of the earth, and yet you stand here and tell me that his happiness is more deserving than mine?!” 

“Aegon, that is not–”

“I will not hear it, mother! I will hear no more of it! I will not marry Helaena, and I will not be your fucking king! You and grandsire’s selfish ambition will ruin my life no longer. I will marry who I chose, and as soon as Valeana Celtigar is my wife, we will fly to the Free Cities, away from this bleeding place. Away from father, from Rhaenyra, from Aemond, from grandsire. Away from you!” 

With people from all four corners of Westeros collecting around King’s Landing, there was always a very audible chorus of gasps, claps, and some screams whenever dragons flew over the city. Even if it became somewhat of a common occurrence, with nearly all dragonlords in attendance for the Royal Conclave, and the looming presence of the Cannibal that had to be deterred every two to three days, the sight never got old for spectators. However, there was a particularly louder reaction the morning that Princess Rhaenyra arrived. 

Gone for many years, the heir to the Throne’s return was heavily anticipated. None knew if she was going to come at all after the tragedy of her daughter’s untimely death. But the Conclave was not the only thing that drove Rhaenyra back home; her duty to her sons was paramount, their marriages needed to be secured to good houses, and not only that… Vaemond Velaryon was going to petition to be the Heir of Driftmark, robbing Lucerys’ inheritance. The very inheritance that his grandfather wanted for him. But alas, the Sea Snake was not conscious, and he continued to toe the line between life and death. 

The golden Syrax glided over the ramparts and roofs of King’s Landing, followed by the smaller Moondancer, and lastly the large Meleys, the Red Queen. While they descended onto Rhaenys’ Hill and into the Dragonpit, ships bearing the black banners of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the turquoise colours of House Velaryon docked into the bay. 

The princess’ return was met with a grand reception on her way to the Keep. In the wheelhouse, the Princess sat with Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, Aegon the Younger, and her little Viserys on her lap. Joffrey, at three and ten, had spent most of his formable years at Dragonstone, so his return to King’s Landing felt more like the first time. He peered through the carved peepholes that windowed the corners of the wheelhouse, marvelling at the people who showered them with flower petals, and waved black and red flags. There were some that were not so joyous, however. For every ten, there was one brave, mad man or woman who shouted ‘dragon whore’ through cupped hands, which Joffrey chose to ignore with a stiff swallow. 

Rhaenys was watching her cousin’s daughter closely throughout the ride. For years, she had strongly suspected that Rhaenyra and Daemon had a hand in Leanor’s murder. However, prior to their departure to the capitol, in Nyra’s desire for Rhaenys’ presence in King’s Landing, the younger princess had gifted her not only the truth, but an offer of betrothal between Rhaena and Lucerys. There was some doubt in Rhaenys’ mind that perhaps Nyra was simply placating her heart into believing her son was alive and happy somewhere across the narrow sea, because she needed the woman to advocate for her. Vaemond’s shadow loomed in the harbour, preparing himself for the petition for the inheritance of Driftmark, which would take place sometime past midday. Hardly enough time for a proper reunion amongst family and friends. 

Despite her doubts, however small or large, Rhaenys felt compelled to put her trust in her cousin’s hands. Her granddaughters were her blood, and she would much rather see one of them as Lady of Driftmark than her husband’s nephew. Though that alone isn’t all that steered her, but also the knowledge that Rhaenyra and Rhaenys walked the same path. They just ended up in different destinations. Rhaenys saw herself in the younger princess, had she been the Queen That Ever Was. 

When they arrived at the Keep, it was not in the Throne Room, but rather in the intimate Small Hall, which was vacant of even courtiers for the reunion. As soon as the crow princess entered, she immediately saw the new masonry, the new frescos, the new tapestries, where they once depicted dragons and scenes of Old Valyria and the Conqueror’s victories, now showed images of the Seven. She shared a look with Daemon as he approached her along with her two eldest. 

The princess swallowed her displeasure over the change of her home, but instead smiled when she reached her sons, placing a hand on each of their cheeks. 

“Have you two been behaving?” 

Luke grinned mischievously, “Better than most.”

Rhaenyra pinched his cheek for his sass, and then looked over at Jace, maternal seriousness now taking over. 

“And have you done what I’ve asked?”

Jace nodded, sucking in his bottom lip, “I have, mother. Though I wish to converse with you. There has been a…” He casted a look over at his brother, and then his step father. “Development.” 

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to inquire further, but it was at this time that King Viserys, Alicent, and her half siblings entered the room. Immediately, her spine went ram-rod straight, but her face was soft when she came into her father’s awaiting arms. 

While her conversation with her father was not forgotten, it was the moments of tenderness she spent with Alicent during her short visit to Dragonstone that also plagued Rhaenyra’s mind. Her mind was so heavy, and yet she still had the burden of mourning on her shoulders, as was evidenced by her black gown and the veil she had pinned to her braids. 

The dual kisses she shared with Alicent upon their cheeks was brief, polite, but full of unspoken emotion. Alicent looked at her with sympathy, seeing a mother still grieving, and a friend she had lost. Rhaenyra’s own eyes held longing for their youth, their past, and empathetic sadness for a betrayal that Alicent was not aware happened.

Her four half siblings were met with almost forced pleasantness. With Helaena, it was genuine, even going as far as thanking her for her attendance at Visenya’s funeral. With Aegon and Aemond, it was stiff. Despite Aegon being her first sibling, and therefore he had been in her life the longest, there was little to no sisterly devotion. He would always be a symbol of Alicent’s treachery to their friendship. But, still, she at least attempted. 

“My,” Rhaenyra placed her hands in front of her, “The last I saw of you two, you were boys, barely on the cusp of manhood. Now here you are, taller than your eldest sister.” 

Aegon smiled sardonically, his eyes glancing down at her wrist, “Glad to see your arm healed nicely, sister.” 

She raised an eyebrow at him, twisting her lip before she looked up at Aemond, her tongue tied now that the elephant in the room was acknowledged. The last time she saw them was the day Aemond lost his eye, at the hands of her son. 

“Aemond,” her shoulders straightened as she looked up at him. His eye not afraid to hold her gaze, and she didn’t expect otherwise. He was the one made of stronger meddle, never allowing his emotions to breach his armour. Even when the accident happened, he stood strong for his mother, who had cracked so brilliantly under her grief. “It pleases me that you are doing well. I have heard you’ve been taking great care of Vhagar; she has chosen her rider well, it seems.”

She knew her words would wound her more fragile step-daughter, but it was the truth, and Rhaenyra sought to seek out peace with the brother she wronged the most. She loved Rhaena dearly, but she lacked the disposition for a beast like Vhagar. She might be the splitting image of her mother, Leana, but she did not have the same ferocity that it took to be a rider of Visenya Targaryen’s war-seasoned she-dragon. 

There was a ghost of a crooked smile on Aemond’s lip, though it was barely there to be noticeable by anyone else. He gave a nod of his head, and simply replied with: “Thank you, sister.”

Then there was the final brother, the one who she hadn’t met, who was, by all accounts, an actual stranger. And yet it was Daeron who greeted her with a smile wide and inviting, an infectious one that Rhaenyra reciprocated. 

“And who is this handsome young man before me?” She tilted her chin up at him, tall and gangly as he was. Daeron was toned and handsome, but still had yet to shed the softness of boyhood. 

“Sister!” Daeron all but launched himself into her arms, taking her off guard. Her hands hovered over his back, her eyes wide in her surprise. Aside from Helaena, Daeron was the second sibling she had ever hugged, and that thought brought up a sadness she had not realized she harboured. Her arms gently folded over his back, palm slowly moving up and down. “It is such a great pleasure to finally meet you at last, Rhaenyra.” 

When she pulled away, she could now see the resemblance she shared with him; their smile was similar, their eyes the same shade of violet. “It is a joy to see you too, Daeron. The last time I saw you, you were new to the world.”

Daeron bowed his head, and moved his hands to hold hers, “I wanted to give you my deepest condolences on your loss, sister. I cannot imagine your pain, but I have been praying to the Seven for you, hoping you may find peace.”

Rhaenyra gave him a sad smile, moving her hand to his cheek, “Thank you, my brother. I appreciate your warmth and kindness.”

While her sons greeted their step sisters warmly, the reception the girls and Joffrey gave their uncles and Queen was stiff, not unlike her own. Daeron, however, was pleasant, either oblivious to the tension or decided to rise above it. Either way, it was enough to ease the strain, at least with everyone other than Aegon and Aemond. Her two eldest brothers lingered on the fringes of the crowd, eyeing their estranged family warrily, only speaking when spoken to through tight smiles that didn’t meet their eyes, or curt nods. Rhaenyra was also painfully aware that they did not even look at each other, and whenever Alicent seemed to make a move towards Aegon, he would shoulder his way through the bodies to find someone or something to distract himself with.

Rhaenyra trailed over to her husband, standing at his shoulder, “Do you mind enlightening me about what is going on here?” Her question was directed to the obvious thick atmosphere. 

Daemon opened his mouth, but at that moment the doors opened and a Kingsguard announced the arrival of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, and his family. Instead he smiled broadly and turned to his wife, “I believe that should answer your question.” 

And just like that, Rhaenyra noticed the sudden shift in the room. She watched her brothers’ visible change in demeanor as the doors opened, and the Celtigars marched through in a line, eldest to youngest. Aemond’s back went ramrod straight, but his face seemed to soften, his lips the only thing moving with a slight twitch at the ends of his mouth. He was trying to contain himself, unlike Aegon who had moved away from the crowd so he could be on the front lines, grin uncontained, unashamed. 

Then Rhaenyra saw why, walking behind the tall, willowy Floris Grafton. The little figure of Valeana Celtigar appeared, wearing her family’s colours of red and white. Cheeks still soft and pink, hair impossibly long and white, but she was now older and womanly, and very distinctively Valyrian. 

Targaryen. 

The princess shared a look with Daemon, who was nothing but amused, “You’ve come just in time to witness a war of hearts between kin.”

Her only response was a tilt of her head, because before she could question more, Bartimos was in front of her, bowing his head. Another round of greetings were met, some a second time since Dragonstone, some for the very first time. Rhaenyra took special attention at the familiarity she saw between Daeron and Shyla, but when Aegon crowded Valeana the moment she separated from her family, Rhaenyra’s eyes were glued onto them. He whispered something in her ear, she smiled bashfully, but then her eyes flickered over to Aemond, who was watching her with his hands clasped behind his back, an unreadable emotion simmering behind his single eye.

Rhaenyra migrated over to Jacaerys, mind still lingering on the interaction between her two eldest brothers and Valeana, who now was meeting Rhaena and Beala for the first time in many years. 

“Is this the development you speak of?” She raised an eyebrow at him. 

Jace smirked, shaking his head, “Part of it, but no. Lady Valeana and I spoke at length yesterday… Once we get a moment, I wish to speak to you and Daemon about it. But suffice to say, mother, I do not believe she and I are compatible.” 

“Hm,” Rhaenyra pursed her lips before giving a small nod. “At least I know it has nothing to do with her appearance.” 

Jace scoffed in good humour, “No, not in the least.” 

The princess stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead she moved through the crowd of Valyrians to finally meet Valeana for the first time in a decade. When Baela spotted her step-mother’s presence, she stopped talking mid sentence, which made Valeana turn around after sensing her silent interruption. 

“Princess Rhaenyra,” she curtseyed with a polite smile, though the edges twitched at her attempt to contain a grin. It was clear that little Val still remembered the memories she shared with her, and for that, Rhaenyra was grateful, now more than ever. 

“Lady Valeana,” her hands reached out to hold onto the young woman’s, her smile full of fondness, though her eyes were pensive as she searched Valeana’s face, trying to find traces of herself, of her father. It was impossible to tell, Valeana looked like Lysa Lannister with silver hair and soft curves. Still, there could be a chance… A possibility that the girl in front of her was her sister. Rhaenyra swallowed at the thought. 

“You have blossomed into such a beautiful young woman.” her hands moved to the sides of her face, her thumbs gently rubbing her cheeks, “And perhaps a princess, by the end of this season.”

Valeana blushed deeply, her eyes flickering over Rhaenyra’s shoulder, to someone behind her, and then looked down shyly, “You flatter me, my Princess. Though I am not so sure if the title suits me as much as it does you, or Helaena.” 

Rhaenyra briefly recalled the conversion she had when the girl was barely older than babe, wiggling around in her arms, trying to get away from the princess’s affection. She turned around, spotting the faces of her brothers, both of whom quickly looked away from her when she made eye contact. Then she moved her eyes to her father, who caught it immediately, conveying many words with just the simple gesture.

Sighing, she turned back to Valeana, her hands now moving to the flow of her wavy white-gold hair, “It fits you more than you realize.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE SNEAK PEAK Narrowing her eyes, she decided to press further, a little more boldly, “Are there any more whispers about me?” At their collective confusion, she added, “Only because you two seem quieter than usual, and I’m starting to wonder if you’ve learned something unsavoury that I should be concerned about.”  Ellyn’s cheeks went pink, her eyes darting from Wylla, to the grass she was picking and peeling. They both shook their heads and cleared their throats. 

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PRECIOUS pt.2

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Pairing: Prince!Seonghwa x f!reader x Prince!Hongjoong

Genre: Royal, Fantasy, Angst, Yandere

Warnings: smut, raw penetration(don't dare to do it unnecessarily), fingering, hints of nightmares, weird dreams, gaslighting(?), just hints of pregnancy. So, it’s about a Lie or Truth?

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MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE!

“Wake up princess…”

“mhm…”

“Do you want to sleep more?”

You snuggled into the soft blankets wrapped around your body and nodded sleepily letting out chuckles from both the males, sitting on the either side of the bed beside your head and peaking down adoringly at you. The elder brother patted your head, fingers slowly brushing the hairs and the younger one playing with your fingers. You could feel their eyes on you and the tickling sensation from their touch made you to giggle. You were feeling so much important and loved by your two best friends. For a moment, you were enjoying the time with them but as soon as the memories flashed back from last day, you jerked off from their touch. Sleepy eyes were then wide open startling the two men. Hurriedly, you tried to get off the bed and run away from them but the elder one’s fast reflex made you stop.

“What happened Y/N? Why are you scared?”

“Seon-Seonghwa…leave my hand…please let me go…I need to go.”

“What are you saying? Where do you need to go?”

You were trying to get your hands away from his grip but his hold was strong enough for you to fight against him. The same way he was holding you that time when you both met for the first time in that backyard but that time your eyes were shining bright with happiness and then now, your eyes filled with tears with fear. You recalled how they keeping you there against your will away from your fiancé. You needed to get away from that place as soon as possible before they could act more maniacally. Atleast, you should find the queen and then you could hope for some help or you could explain yourself to her.

“I need to go to Haechan. He is probable worried for me. Whatever you are doing is wrong Hwa.”

“Haechan…he…Y/N you-“

“Hogjoong! Calm down.”

Seonghwa with pity in his eyes pulled you towards the edge of the bed even though you were struggling to break apart from him, adorably cupping your face, his fingers brushing your cheeks, eyes precisely reading your current state and somehow for a few moments, you felt to be the most precious thing in that kingdom because of the fondness he was holding in his eyes while looking at you. Your reflection seemed to be a star inside his eyes. But this is so wrong, you have a fiancé.

“You are again having those weird dreams and thinking about running away from your home to this unknown person. Y/N….”

Tears falling from his eyes and a frown appeared on your face as to what was the reason for which he was crying. Was he putting up an act to make you stay with him?

“Why…why are you crying?”

Hongjoong made his towards both of you with a neutral expression and you were quite not sure of his mood or what he was thinking while approaching you but the way he came near you and gentle hands patted your head before resting them on your lower back.

“The reason is very clear, precious. He is crying for you. It’s not usual for someone to have their partner speaking delusional stuffs often after waking up from sleep.”, He said.

“Huh?” Hearing him, you turned back to Seonghwa.

“You are again under the effect. I guess you should take the medicine today.”

“What are you even saying, Seonghwa? What medicine?”

“Y/N, my precious, my princess. Since the day we came back from that other kingdom, you are acting weird as if imagining stuffs and blabbering nonsense while asleep. You started having nightmares and whenever these stuffs occur, you feel scared of me. Of us. I need to sue all the people in that kingdom for whatever and whoever has done this to you.”

Hongjoong added to his brother’s words, “It hurts to see you like this.” He turned you around and staring deeply right into you, into your eyes. “It cause our heart to ache to see our precious love so broken everytime whenever those black magic affects you. We should not have taken you there in the first place. It’s our fault, I’m so sorry.”

“Joong…no…”

“Y/N, he is right. We are really sorry. I’m sorry too for causing you this.”

Both of them having tears in their eyes and somehow, you were feeling pity for them. Were you causing them trouble? How? You could clearly remember that how you came to the kingdom last day to meet your father and then you met the queen who was so excited to have you after so long time after your disappearance from the kingdom suddenly, you told her about your engagement. Then you were in the court room where you saw your father with the other generals and ministers and then when Queen introduced you to rest of the others present there and you met Hongjoong and Seonghwa, who could not recognise you first but eventually were so excited to meet their childhood bestfriend.

You were glad that when your father shouted on you, they sent him off and then when you three reunited happily but when you brought up the topic of your engagement, their demeanour suddenly changed and started acting like some possessive jerks and as far as you could remember, they kissed you against your will and then you were drugged.

“You are telling lies. Nothing like this happened. I can still clearly remember what had happened last day. You are keeping me here against my will, you even kissed me when I had told you how I am engaged.”

“Y/N. You are engaged.” Hongjoong smiled sadly and folded his hands above his chest.

Before you could speak, your eyes fell on the mirror showing you your dress. That dress was not what you wore last day. You were a simple village girl gown but now you were covered in yellow sleeping gown with royal embroideries. Your hairs were all open, falling and covering your neck and shoulders. They both reading your reactions with curious eyes and trying to stay as much close to you in that moment.

“I’m engaged… to…”

“To us.” Hwa snacked his arms from your back and made eye contact in the mirror. The mirror reflecting the royalty visions and the empowerment. You had only one thought that all these were not yours. You didn’t belong there.

“Who changed my clothes?” You asked him slowly.

“Changed? You as per daily routine, you wore this last night from one of your gown collections.”

“I…I did not…something is not right. Yesterday I came to this palace for the first time in so many years after I last visited and then…”

Hongjoong stood beside you, glancing at his brother for once and then tugging your hairs behind while both of them having soft smiles on their face, “then you met the queen and your father who is like the one to be punished for insulting you in front of us. You apparently met us while Queen introduced you to us and we were so happy to have you but suddenly you told us that you were engaged and we lost our mind.”

“Is that the thing you wanted to say?” Hwa asked you while putting his chin on top of your head.

“Yes yes yes. That’s the thing. How come you know? Joong Hwa, please I will forget whatever happened yesterday but please let me go.”

“Y/N. He knows that only because that is the story you always tell us after waking up from your sleep whenever you have these sudden visions in your sleep or maybe nightmares.”

“story?”

“Yes precious. Hwa and I feel so upset while dealing with you in such state but you know, we need to be strong as we are engaged and we can’t just ignore you like you are nothing and let go of you. If you don’t trust us then let me call some maids. Wait.”

Hongjoong made his way out of the room leaving you both behind. Seonghwa turned you around and smiling at you and little you managed to smile back to him in response. Seeing this, he held your head to bring you closer and planted a soft and slow kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes feeling his warm lips on your skin and a wave of comfort spread over body but still a pinch of weariness was still there.

Suddenly, you heard a lot of footsteps nearing you and on turning around, you could see few maids and soldiers were standing with a bowing posture in front of Hongjoong and a wild rage in his eyes reflecting while staring at them but the eyes became soft while he looked at you.

Clearing his throat, he spoke loudly as to keep himself audible to everyone present inside that huge room of yours, well their kingdom as how could you just say it yours, “My precious princess of this palace. The Future Queen of the kingdom wants to know about herself. I would appreciate if you all just greet your princess with honour and show her some love and respect.”

“What’s happening, Hwa?”

They all turned towards you and Hwa and bowed together. The in charge of the maids stepped forward and bowed down before speaking up.

“Princess Y/N, your honour, we are glad to have you with us since the day you were announced as the future queen of this kingdom and got engaged with our both of the princes. We are so sorry for us to be here right now when you are so vulnerable but we always want to show our love, respect and kindness to the most wonderful soul in this kingdom. For the upcoming ball night, you are getting married to them and we would be honoured to be living under your ruling hand. Thank you, princess Y/N to have us here and we will do our best to prepare for the most awaited upcoming celebration.”

With the end of her statement, she smiled and bowed down before retreating her steps to join the rest of them.

 You were still confused with her words and the squeeze in your hand from the elder prince, assuring you to take everything slowly and not to force yourself to fit the puzzle. You looked at Hongjoong across the room who was already staring at you, he mouthed slowly ‘Do you want to hear anything more?’ You quickly denied with aggressive shaking of your head and turning to Seonghwa, you asked him to tell others to leave the room. The soldiers and maids were then quickly dismissed from the scenario and you zoned out to your thinking about the situation unfolding in front.

You wanted to believe that they were telling you the truth and all those were your imaginations but somehow deep inside you, a feeling of uneasiness striking your every nerve as to why you were imagining a stranger as to be your fiancé and the day you met these two princes and they kept you here was replaying in your head and it felt so real. Who was Haechan? Was he just a part of your imagination? Or might be someone important whom you can’t and keep imagining him? Were you really engaged to both the princes? You casted a glance to both of them and they were discussing something between them. Your knees felt weak with all these overthinking and you sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the bedsheets tightly into your fist. You didn’t want to face your father but for then you wanted to ask him whether everyone around you was faking things or you were really the princess. But did you think your father would appreciate your presence and help you out to solve that problem?

“Is this real?”

The two princes stopped their conversation and looked at you. They shared a knowing look with each other and then when Hongjoong approached you, grinning adorably at you. He sat beside you and gave you a warm hug and that time, it was enough to soothe you.

“Hongjoong, I’m scared. These all are confusing to me, I want to forget it please. Do something and make me forget it. I feel like losing my mind and I belong to somewhere else even when everyone around me is trying their best to cope up with my mental health. I am being a burden to both of you like this. Even when I want to believe those are my imaginations but somewhere it feels like the reality and you…you are lying.”

“It’s okay Y/n. There is nothing for which you need to be afraid of and thinking so hard. We are here for you and we can overcome this together.”

Hwa kneeled down in front of you and placed his hands on tops of your yours, resting on your lap. He smiled up to you and then again, a little smile appeared on your face as well.

“You have to trust us. We are not lying, Y/N. We can’t lie to you and also you can’t be a burden to us. I hope we can arrange for some things which can help you to forget this forever and we won’t be in this situation again.”

“Is it possible?”

“Of course, it is my precious.”

Turning your face around by your chin, Hongjoong said “You are always so vulnerable at these times and we take care of you by being with you the whole day to get off your mind from this as much as possible. Do you want to know?”

You nodded quickly on his words and he casted a glance to Seonghwa who nodded in response to which the younger prince smirked.

Hongjoong pulled you closer earning a surprise gasp from you, making you sit on his lap. Your wide eyes asking a lot of things but his hands just rubbed up and down on your back relaxing your tensed self. “Don’t be surprise like this.” He chuckled.

“You have to trust us. Okay?”

“Yes.”

Holding your chin up, staring straight at you, “Do you trust us?”

“I do.”

With that, his lips crashed on you and you closed your eyes. Lost in the moment, the memories of those story flashing back at you. That hungry kiss of his is nowhere similar to the now gentle kiss of his lips when moving on yours. He was your fiancé and the affectionate and love was all radiating from the heat of the kiss. The vibration of his groan when you pulled his hairs echoing in your mind. The moment with him with your bodies so close and his lips dancing with yours. You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t notice how Seonghwa was admiring your every little sounds you were making and your movements under the touch of his brother. He tapped on your hand to gain your attention and then when you both broke apart from the kiss to look back at the person who just called you. You were gasping for air and Hongjoong was still in the dazed state similarly as you but you chuckled when Seonghwa offered his hand to pull you towards him.

“Why are you smiling, love?”

“It’s so weird that few moments back I was struggling to get away from here and now here I am accepting your hand so eagerly.”

“Its okay though, that’s usual to feel scared after having those dreams that feels so real and I’m glad that you are fighting against the odd very well. We are proud of you. Can we?”

“You don’t have to ask, Hwa. I’m already having so much on my mind and please help me to get off from all these but don’t push me off my limits, please.”

“Just two, okay? Can you handle it?”

You nodded in response and then when he quickly attached his lips with yours. His kiss was lot more rough than his brother’s as if he was fighting against his will not to suck your whole life out of you. The way his hands holding your hairs tightly in his fist and other wandering around your body, you felt like melting under his touch. Teeth clashing with each other and saliva sliding down your lips was earning groans from both the princes.

With slow steps, he made you step back towards the bed and when the back of your knees hit the bed, you fall down on the bed with him on top of you. You moaned when you felt his hands on your chest, squeezing slightly and his lips still attached to yours. You felt him pulling your dress down your shoulders to expose your shoulders and collarbones more. Tongue sliding from your lips, licked down to your throat and neck, teeth hovering over the skin of your shoulders and finally he kissed on the collarbone. The moans from you were ringing in his ears and pushing his inner beast to just rip off your clothes that moment but he didn’t want to scare you off so he managed to put up a gentle smile and moved down to your legs to lift your gown. Meanwhile, Hongjoong attached his lips again and you willingly accepted it. He pulled you upwards to give Seonghwa more space between your legs. Removing every clothing from your woman hood, Seonghwa pressed his palm over your heat and you gasped in the mouth of Hongjoong.

“You are being so good for us, precious. Everything is gonna be okay. Just trust us and only us.”

In a daze, you broke the kiss to look down at him and nodded eagerly to which he chuckled. Your one hand entangled in Hongjoong’s hair and other grabbing the sheets tightly. At this point, you have forgotten every doubt, every reason of your fears and the situation of the outside world is just an abandon stuff to you. You no longer wanted to step outside to clarify your thoughts but just wanting to feel them.

Seonghwa inserted his finger slowly and your eyes twitching and face scrunching up with the effect. Their eyes watching how you were falling apart second by second and swearing, they were feeling so many things to do with you right that moment. Slow but painful rubs were making on your bud and a jolt of waves of pleasure ran down your body making you moan out his name and after abusing it for few more times, he pushed himself inside you also filling up your ears with praises. You didn’t realize when he got rid of his extra accessories and clothing.

“Yes, take it like a good princess. My precious doing so well for us. So good.”

You trusted them and they told you that that was the way they kept your mind off from those situations everytime when you were vulnerable but somehow the feeling of him buried inside you and pleasure spreading all over your body making the tits hard under the hold of Hongjoong and Seonghwa endearingly looking down at you while a bundle of knots building inside you. Their equal attention and touches with lots of praises nearing you to your climax and when he started to hit your sweet spot, you lost your mind and started blabbering nonsense. His hands pushed your gown more up to your stomach and rubbing the thighs softly before gripping the hips tighter. With increasing of his pace, you could feel him getting to his high soon as well and then when you screamed out his name when you both came together.

Heavy breathings and sweats mixing with each other when he rested his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and kissing there. Your hands patted his head and other one intertwined with Hongjoong.

“Seonghwa…”

“Yes, my love? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No…no…but why did I feel like that it is my first time doing this?”

“Hm…you always feel like this. Maybe everytime when we express our love like this with each other, we find ourselves falling in love all over again and everything seems to start from the beginning but gradually, we will feel that we belong to each other and everything will be fine.”

You hummed and he get off from you just to rest himself sideways beside you and peeking down at your half eyes closed state. Hongjoong got on the bed mimicking his brother’s previous position and his every lingering touch was sending warm waves of pleasure. Your fingers and toes curled when you felt his lips leaving feather kisses on your thighs and inner thighs. Seonghwa placed a kiss on your forehead and you looked towards him with hooded eyes. Your attention averted towards Hongjoong between your legs, smiling down at you.

“My precious princess. Are you ready for me? You are already so good for us. I know you will be okay. Trust us.”

TRUST THEM. They were repeating these words over and over again. You knew they didn’t want you to feel burden and you being a precious gem to them. They couldn’t lie to you as why would they when you were engaged with them. Then why were all those scenes from the story keep flashing to you and you felt like having a separate life out of the palace. A life which was calling you back to it’s embrace. Also, your soul felt like missing out someone so important to it, as if someone waiting for you to engulf you in his arms and give you the comfort of home. Haechan. Why were you still thinking of him? He was just a character from your imagination.

“Ah!”

Your thoughts broke when Hongjoong pushed himself deep into you and start thrusting with an annoyed expression, as if he could read that you were again thinking all those scenarios. But as soon as he made an eye contact with you, his demeanour changed quickly, the rage in his eyes became soft just like someone threw some ice-cubes on the burning fire. His thrusts were rough and uneven as if he was waiting to have you under him, whimpering and moaning out his name like that. To break you down with himself buried deep inside you was his only thoughts running through his mind. Your sounds and wiggling movements under him, making his dick twitch inside you and your walls clenched around him.

“Yes, precious. Just like that. You feel so good. You are doing so good.”

With the praises and uneven thrusts hitting your g-spot pushed you towards your high and with a final thrust, the coil inside you broke loose. He was riding out his high and your bud felt stimulated with the movement and you whined to it. Hongjoong pulled himself out and placed him on your other side. Your mind was clouded with everything happened right that moment but you could feel two pairs of eyes staring down at you. You somehow managed to look back at them.

“I want to forget those fake scenarios for forever but… but I can’t take my mind of it. I feel like having a different world out there. A different life. But don’t know why. I want to trust you. I trust you but still somewhere there still linger some doubts.”

“Precious Y/N…Everything needs time and we will overcome this together. You will be a great queen and a great mom.”

“Yes Joong, she would be the best mom to our children and the great Queen of this kingdom.”

Hwa placed his hands over your tummy and rubbed soothing circles over your dress messily folded upon. You could remember how they released themselves inside you and still could feel their cums inside you.

“The baby that will be growing inside you will be ours. You are our precious. Take rest, Y/N. We can figure out things later.”

Humming to him, you snuggled into the sheets and fell into slumber.

The two princes stared at you for a while before sharing looks with each other. Having a conversation with just eyes, they smirked and watched how your chest moving up and down with your silent breathes. Hands placed each on top of their own on your belly.

“let’s prepare for the most awaited day for our precious.”

Was it really a dream? Or were they faking everything? It’s not true. Right? They were your childhood best friends and soon to be your husbands. You were just overthinking and doubting them. You needed to apologize them later for worrying them and causing them so much trouble.

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“Did you find her?”

“No, prince Haechan. We couldn’t find her anywhere but some villagers told us that they have last seen her in the nearby kingdom.”

“Which kingdom?”

“Halazia.”

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hala hala hala hala halaziaaaaaaaa......

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[uh-niran-really]

Reader x Lifeweaver - Talks with his bestfriend

Content: Cute, Warm and Fluffy!

Word Count: 1,000+

A/N: I think Symmetra deserves some love, a lot of people don’t seem to like her much especially where Lifeweaver is involved. I think she would make the sweetest friend and want nothing but happiness for Niran. I adore their friendship so much! Awhhh they are so cute! Also wanted to post something whilst I’m working on my next request! 🪷 Enjoy!

It was late and you found yourself cuddling with your boyfriend Niran Pruksamanee on his plush sofa. He was fast sleep with you wrapped up in his arms. You felt so comfortable around him, so natural. He was the best partner you could ask for. His breathing was shallow and he looked so peaceful like this. You couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and kiss him.

“Oh. Hello Y/N, I’m sorry I thought you left.”

Satya, Niran’s roommate, was a little awkward around you. She wasn’t great in social situations and Niran was always her support system. You often smiled at the way Niran treated her, made you fall harder for him. Satya was always kind to you, she tried her best wanting her best friend to thrive with you.

“Hi Satya. You’re up late.”

“Yes, well I have a lot to do so..”

She was carrying a bunch of books back to her room. You were surprised she had even stopped to say hello, usually she did not. She worked so hard all the time. Niran didn’t mention much about her job, he wasn’t fond of it. From what you gathered the pair used to go to school together and Niran left shortly before graduating, leaving Satya behind. A tragic story, one that broke your heart when he told you.

“Please don’t let me stop you, you work so hard.”

You wanted her to like you too, she was very kind from what you could tell, just a little more blunt and straight to the point. She was very good at articulating what she wanted from a situation, but tonight she seemed off.

“It’s not that. I am… intrigued.”

“How so?”

Satya smiled, it was rare for her to do so, not that she wasn’t happy or anything like that. She just expressed herself much differently to how you or Niran would. Still you took this as a sign that the two of you were getting closer. You watched as she took a seat on the sofa beside you and Niran, who was still very much asleep.

“You and Niran. I am intrigued by your relationship.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Does he treat you well? Am I in the way too much? Do I overstep? Should I move out?”

You smile back at her. She often had a tendency to blurt things out and hope for the best. Niran did wonders for her and she had come along way apparently. She began to stim with her hands, very nervous that she was causing you problems that just weren’t there. She only ever had good intentions with you and Niran. It was endearing to know she fully supported your love.

“Oh no, Satya! Don’t think like that. Yes Niran treats me like a Princess. He’s so kind and sweet. He’s perfect really.”

You reach out tentatively to touch her arm. She nods and you do, feeling connected in this moment, as friends.

“You don’t overstep, I know you and Niran are super close. It makes me smile to see the two of you interact in the way you do. Reminds me how sweet he is to everyone. Not a bad bone in his body. I love visiting Niran here rather than having him at my place because I get to see you too Satya.”

You really did like her. It was something Niran stressed about when looking for a partner. Satya was a main character in his life, he adored her with all that he was, just like he loved you. He made it very clear when you first started dating that Satya was a close friend. He didn’t need you to get along like best friends, but he said it would be helpful to have you both tolerate each other. He loves you both after all.

“That is.. so kind of you Y/N. I can see why Bua likes you. I want to be.. umm..”

She stimmed harder. She had an intricate way of touching her fingertips together in a certain order before shaking her wrists out and starting again. She often did this and it didn’t bother you one bit. You felt honoured that she was comfortable enough with you to do so.

“Friends?” You offer with a smile.

“Would that be alright?”

“I would love that Satya!”

The relief that washed over her was beautiful to see. She instantly relaxed and slowed her stim. You felt good making her feel more comfortable around you. You would hug her but Niran still had a tight sleepy grip around your waist, showing he loved you regardless of sleep or not.

“Niran is a lucky man huh!”

“Bua is the luckiest person I know.”

“I’m glad he has a friend like you Satya. You’re just what he needs. I’m happy to be your friend too!”

She smiles again and this time looks up at you, a rare occurrence for you two, it felt so special. You offer her another small smile just as Niran stirs awake.

“Huh… wha…Oh my two favourite people!”

“Hi sleepyhead!” You tease as Satya stands up again to return to her room. It was so nice talking with her. It felt amazing to know she supported you both, Niran wanted this so badly.

“Satya?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Let’s go for coffee tomorrow? Just the two of us.”

“I would like that, very much.”

Niran gasps and hugs you tighter before kissing you on the cheek, delighted that the two of you were on the path to being friends.

“Oh my darling, this makes me so happy! Satya is such a delight! You’ll honestly love her as much as I do!”

“I already do Niran, I just wanted her to get used to the idea first.”

Niran smiled again resting his head on your shoulder sighing in relief. He worried so much that Satya would feel left out, so it amazing to know you wanted to include her too. She only ever wanted friends and a support system after all.

“Thank you, for accepting her.”

“I love you Niran, both of you.”

“I love you too, We both do.”

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil Get a Dog, Change Careers and Buy a House

- I literally got the notif AGAIN while on the call with my mum, their timing is horrendous.

- Ohhh the pessimistic yapping IMMEDIATLY is so very Dan, I missed his stupid face.

- YOU CAN TASTE THINGS WITH YOUR TESTICLES WHAT

- Their description of the game gives so much insight into how they view life and it is amazing, like Dan the 'capitalism ruins everything and life sucks' while Phil is very happy go lucky.

- Not NordVPN? I am surprised how they are able to pull such competitive sponsors for one channel.

- Phil using Dan's number for stuff where he might have to talk to people is SO VERY ME, I too use my friends numbers, often.

- Why is the fantasy Castle trans friendly how why is this gender

- PHIL BEING GAY HELL YES

- "Coworkers to lovers" I am not saying anything but you know I am thinking it...

- "Or maybe its a pink he" "What's their name?" FUCKED ME UP because the gender talk in these videos is beyond anything any other videos have ever given us.

- Pink Pantheress is s good taste choice thank you Dan.

- PASSANGER PRINCESS PHIL LESTER

- Dan is so fucking sassy and upset with Phil doing better it is adorable. (Phil wasn't even doing better, Dan was just being dramatic as always)

- "Did he ever fight? No I think he just looked pretty on a horse" the whole rant tho >>>>>

- "#NotMyKing" speaks for itself

- GET THE ALPACA WHO WOULDN'T WANT AN ALPACA

- Dan is being so passive aggressive despite winning, like he was leading all three categories and had more money and yet he was being whiny.

- "Would you ever go on a cruise?" "I feel like if we'd..." there is no world in which Dan goes on vacation without Phil, got it.

- "Stop nippeling" PLEASE LORD SHUT UP

- OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CLOSE IN RESULTS

- They are so fond of each other it makes them look ridiculous.

Appreciate the new video but I don't want more, I want more It Takes Two PLEASE because it was the best series and they had so much fun and we had so much fun and they can be married to each other in that one. Thanks.

[yandere-fics]

Sir Raphael

♡ "Forgive me Dear Sunflower, you leave me speechless every time I see you." ♡

She's a worshipping yandere, you are the best thing to happen to her and a beast like her is truly unworthy of such a soothing presence in her life, that doesn't mean she will let you go however, while she acknowledges she has spilled too much blood to be worthy of standing near you, she is also quite jealous and very willing to spill again. Not to mention if she is a pest in your presence, anyone else is an insect who must be crushed. If she feels you drifting she will manipulate the court in any way she needs to, in order to bring who back towards her.

♡ "Call me Raffie, Dear Sunflower. It would be disgrace to have you refer to me formally." ♡

Her name is Raphael and she doesn't come from any noble family despite having been on the council of royal advisors for the last three generations. If you must refer to her formally then calling her Sir will make her blush and sputter.

♡ "I've been alive the last two centuries Dearest Sunflower, it's a tad hard to speak in definitives, especially when you ask such a question so close to my face." ♡

She's 210, she was there for the succession war but did not get involved, mostly because no one asked for her aid. No one in the kingdom even asks why she's still around anymore, she's just assumed as an average part of life. She roughly stopped aging at 31.

♡ "I have a fondness for the company of women, sadly none till you have been able to meet my... taste." ♡

She's a lesbian and everyone she's dated has had gross blood.

♡ "I'm one of the Crown Princess's closest advisors on the council, at times when she is away she expects me to know what she would like done." ♡

To be exact she is the lead advisor, she has seen how previous kings have fallen flat and makes sure Theanna has as much knowledge as she possibly can to avoid their fates.

♡ "I enjoy a nice stroll in the evening hours, perhaps a walk in the gardens when the Princess feels generous enough to allow me a stroll, sadly those strolls mean nothing if I don't have a companion with me, how about we remedy this issue?" ♡

She can walk in the sunlight however it weakens her and she feels faint and must feast afterwards to recuperate.

♡ "I despise those who would dare to not know where their place is, it irks me truly when those flies approach My Dearest Sunflower." ♡\

She also doesn't like parties very much because too many people try to suck up to her and her darling to get favors.

♡ "I'm particularly good at sniffing out which members of our court might cause extra... issues. Would you like me to tell you everyone who it would behoove you not to cohort yourself with?" ♡

She's skilled at reading people which is how she managed to come from nothing and attain such a high position amongst the kings for two centuries. She also has a very good nose and can tell who has good blood without ever biting or spilling their blood.

♡ "It truly is magnificent that I am able to be at your side, I adore you more than it is possible for you to know, you need not reciprocate, it is more than enough to be at your side Sunflower." ♡

[moononmyfloor]

In the 2nd Quarter of 2024 Cdramaland...

1st Quarter, 3rd Quarter, 4th Quarter

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9. Drama set that I want to visit

The Altay Steppes

Introduced from the wonderful, wonderful drama To the Wonder/My Altay, (which EVERYONE should watch and especially if you haven't seen much of the incredibly vast and varied geographical and cultural landscape of China), I am now in love with this place. The show captured the glimmering waters, the freshness and evergreen-ness of.....everything and I can only imagine how it must be like to experience it first hand. For now I'll have to be satisfied with the digital footage like professional travel vloggers here:

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10. Most memorable scene

The wedding scene from Regeneration

The groom is dashing and the bride is delicate and that's the most beautiful bridal getup I've ever seen and the entire hall screams RICH and elegant and it looks like an absolute dream and,

Enter the context and you have a haunting prelude to the most miserable chain reaction of a story full of deception and despair. Now I look at this scene and all I see in those sombre blacks and whites is dreary funeral vibes.

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11. Most Favorite Actor of 2024

Jiang Long

Saw him this year on A Soldier's Story and Link Click, and he was an absolute delight. He's like the most unassuming person in the room who turns out to be the most cheerful, genuine, heartfelt guy with the best comedic timing ever.

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12, 13. Favorite Supporting Roles AND Actors of 2024

Yu Shi and Alima Mayutian (as Batay and Tokan from To the Wonder)

In a way you can argue Batay was the male lead of the show but also, To the Wonder didn't really fit the usual parameters of a romcom drama and if anything, the FL and her mom were the main leads.

The roles of brother-in-law and sister-in-law pair of Batay and Tokan followed close behind as the new generation Kazakh ethnic youth who are equal parts fond of their simple, slow life in the grassland but are also tied down by it.

Batay and his beloved horse Snowshoe and Tokan and the Washboard she never got were highlights of the show. And these two actors gave a MAGNIFICENT performance in these two roles.

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14. Favorite Villains

Shen Yurong (Liang Yongqi) and Grand Princess Wanning (Li Meng) from The Double were a great example of toxic and problematic done right. From start to end they were both very fascinating, full-fledged characters, their backstories were sound even though that didn't excuse that they were truly horrible people. At some point I found out I even felt sympathy for them. The show didn't try to put them forth like the next hot thing ever, instead presenting them as they are and letting the audience make their judgement; hence resulting in them stealing the screen from the main couple without even trying lol. 👏👏👏

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15. Favorite Couple of the Year

Ling Jiushi (Huang Junjie) and Ruan Lanzhu (Xia Zhiguang) from The Spirealm

I adored their chemistry full of playful banter, protectiveness and indulgence, but also just look at them!

I mean

(Watch the show, it's good. Even if it wasn't that good I'd still support it for being a BL that got shelved during the ban anw. BUT it's actually good too!)

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[kinnbig]

aaaaaa, i want to hear all your armtankhun headcanons, please! for... um, scientific research? :D

oh I am DELIGHTED by this ask thank you sm I love nothing more than to talk about armtankhun

I love love love the idea that Arm has been in love with Tankhun for years, but he'd never say it - he'd never want to overstep or make Tankhun uncomfortable and he knows it's not his place. I think maybe also part of him assumes Tankhun knows - but Tankhun does not know

and Arm's been around working for Khun for a very long time and he's just incredibly fond of him and his quirks and is very fiercely protective over him

I think Arm is one of the few people who really sees how smart and observant Tankhun is. Arm is also very observant and I love the idea that they gossip together about everything going on with the family and the bodyguards

and Tankhun develops these feelings for Arm but also he has a very complicated relationship with love and sex and attraction because of the kidnapping and his trauma, so it takes him a while to understand that that's what he's feeling

especially because I think he'd probably spent a long time trying to come to terms with the idea that sex and romantic love just weren't things that were ever going to happen to him. he could never have casual sex, because he couldn't ever be that vulnerable in front of a stranger, but also he doesn't have opportunities to meet people the way other people do.

and so Tankhun desperately craves love and romance and sex and he reads romance novels watches romantic dramas and he yearns for something he doesn't think he'll ever get to have.

and then he realises he's fallen for Arm, who is steady and sensible and gentle but also funny and mischievous and badass, and he just thinks there's no way. Arm's seen Tankhun at his worst; at his most dramatic, at his most out of control, at his most self-destructive; and Tankhun doesn't think anyone who has seen that side of him so intimately could ever love him or want him - not the way he so wants Arm to love and want him.

but he's wrong!

because Arm thinks Tankhun is smart and brave and strong and hilarious and sexy and he loves the way that he is

I think they balance each other out in a lot of ways, but they're also much more similar than people would expect at first glance. they have the same sense of humour and tactical way of thinking and protectiveness over the people they care about.

I just think they adore each other and it's beautiful

some established-relationship headcanons lol -

Tankhun bedazzles Arm a mug with pink rhinestones. Arm treasures it and drinks his coffee out of it every day. none of the other bodyguards would ever dare to comment on it. (this one is from the genius mind of my wifey @aikinn and i'm obsessed with it)

they're literally such menaces they love to gossip and chat shit and giggle and meddle.

Tankhun is a pillow princess, which service top (and occasional vers) Arm thinks is the hottest thing ever. Tankhun likes to boss Arm around in bed and conveniently, Arm really enjoys Tankhun bossing him around.

they keep their relationship secret for a while - except Pol finds out early-on because he walks in on them and is scarred for life

(ALSO I can't talk about armtankhun headcanons without mentioning THE armtankhun fanfic - The Artistic Merits and Goals of Pornography by filigreesails / @thewholedamnboulangerie on ao3, which is just. absolutely perfect and a much better introduction to armtankhun than I could ever hope to give)

[yen-sids-tournament]

Roger and Anita v Ray and Evangeline/The Blue Fairy

Propaganda submitted:

Roger and Anita 101 Dalmations

~First of all, the meet cute is ADORABLE (doubly so bc it was the dog matchmaking for his owner). They are so sweet and cute together. Roger is a goofy musical man who waltzes his wife around and is very fond of his little family. Anita is a bit bland but she's also very supportive of her husband and plays along with his goofs and has fun with it! They're just really cute. ~Cutest Disney couple ! ~their dogs’ love is the focus of the movie but they’re really sweet too, especially the meet cute

Ray and Evangeline/The Blue Fairy The Princess and the Frog/Pinocchio

I am McFreaking convinced that Evangeline is actually the Blue Fairy-- they're the same freaking star, both blue, both are the centerpiece of wishes in both stories. The Blue Fairy is an immortal being that can take the shape of anything, is it really that farfetched she can take the shape of a firefly? And also, when Ray dies and becomes the star right next to her, she also becomes the Second Star to the Right like in Peter Pan (though the time periods are different). Iconic, truly iconic.

[always-a-joyful-note]

So because I want to record my progression of where I am in the story, I'm posting my impressions of the units so far. (Disclaimer: I haven't read many of the stories, and about half the knowledge I have is from osmosis and spoilers. The other half is actually reading wiki entries and the actual stories. So if these takes are inaccurate, that is probably the point XD)

Without further ado....

fine - unit of 2 rich kids who are sort of trying to be slightly less evil but kind of still are evil, one (1) theatre kid who is just there for the ride and his crush, and a butler with the face of an angel and the threatening aura of a ezekiel-accurate angel in disguise. Also another impression I had of it was one chronically ill idol stan with three of his idol crushes. But they're solid, if slightly flowery; not exactly my style but their songs are good.

Trickstar - literally my sons. Traumatised idiots who choose to continue to see the bright side with a slice of anarchy. They're all so dumb. Their leader looks straight laced but is more insane than his co-leader who is perpetually wearing the ^u^ expression (except when trauma slapped). The other two members are a camera-phobic gamer boy who is also a model and a guy who exudes reliability and sanity but is also kind of an insane workaholic with inferiority issues. I'm adopting them all and their songs are like…both generic but SO sincere you can't hate it.

Ryuseitai - Me when first meeting them: Awww! A power ranger themed unit! So cute! Me, after hearing stuff about the two senior members' lore and how they recruited their youngsters: (clutching my heart, trying not to sob/lose my mind) Aww! A power ranger themed unit! S-so cute! I would die for literally all of them…WHY. Such silly happy sincere tunes sung by such silly, devastating characters??? Found family, to me

Alkaloid - everyone here believes they are holding everyone else back with their psychological problems (Mayoi), disability problems (Tatsumi), ability problems (Aira), or culture shock problems (Hiiro). And yet they're the unit whose songs have mostly all been ones I absolutely loved. Which means the assembly machine factory idols Eichi's got going on are working and idk how I feel about that

Eden - A bunch of guys with severe family issues who probably have never read the bible (well, maybe Nagisa has). So, like, tw inaccurate depictions of the bible? Anyway, deranged quartet of a softie obsessed with cool rocks but really he has sort of a god complex, a guy with a perpetual :D who is as smart as he thinks he is but is also kind of oblivious to all of his other skills and flaws (and thus is a combo of terrifying snake and kind of someone you're sort of humouring because he's funny), a spoiled princess who might have a bit of a savior complex, and a dude who kinda just got swept along for the ride but is actually really fond of them. And it shows in their music.

Valkyrie - Just….theatre kids, who put the drama in dramatic and the intense in intensity (that's definitely not how the expression is used). They also have a very strange thing going on even though they're trying to be healthier, but I'm too afraid to ask. Unfortunately, though, they have some killer compositions and so many references to Classics and Things, not to mention their songs are genuinely good for those who want that quick theatrical vibe

2wink - Adorable twins that I was lured into thinking were the normal mischief twin duo trope but what in the actual ensemble were the writers DOING? They deserve at least half the cw/tw tags. Also, one of them is kinda like Trickstar (just wants to make things brighter) while the other one has schemes and will not hesitate to destroy you while giggling, yes. All that angst but they have such cheery tunes. Like, boys please….

Crazy:B - I mean, with a name like that….listen. You think it's the guy with the metabolism-related medical condition who has a dad implied to be accused of cannibalism and his freeloader who is a literal prince but also constantly broke that would be the most insane. But, no, we also have a fifteen year old assassin who has definitely killed and a guy who is literally both committing identity theft AND helping in witness protection. But, yes, their songs are fun, as is their dynamic. Also…Amagi brothers. Ough.

Undead - This is just…four urban fantasy love interests thrown into a unit. I'm not exactly sure what urban fantasy race Adonis and Kaoru are (though sometimes I'm inclined to think adonis is the protagonist who just kinda got swept along for the ride except he does have the vibe sometimes (aka casually kidnapping HiMERU)) but a vampire and werewolf are very obviously there. Really do love their rock and roll style, like come on (though I sometimes do think it'd be cool if they let Rei's love for jazz into their songs)

Ra*bits - Look. I love them. It really is just a single dad with one of the most messed up backstories doing his best. But like, also, leave them alone please?? The writers really just made them the damsel in distress character that makes Subaru go "oh, I have to take this revolution stuff seriously" and that's not even mentioning all the other stuff they seem to go through??? Like they do not belong in whatever genre Enstars is going for but they make it work but….let them rest. Songs not my style but they fit their vibe of "smile and spread joy" which works cause I do feel joy. Like Trickstar without the revolutionary goals.

Akatsuki - TBH, I'm still kind of wondering why these three (a warrior, a mangaka, and a tailor who used to be a delinquent) are still idols. I mean, they do have talent and traditional aesthetic is fire, and they're definitely sort of found family, but why still idols guys? That said, again, songs not my style but they definitely capture their aesthetic and vibe and that's always cool to me. Also, one of the members was raised in a Buddhist temple and helped with funerals, and I do not know enough about Buddhism enough to say if they portray a Buddhist accurately but given how they portray everyone else's quirks, it probably still has a giant dose of deranged on it.

Knights - HAHAHAHAHA. They're all insane. But they have talent and earned their place in the big three. But that does not make them less insane. That's all because I will go a bit barmy if I think about them too much. Silly, insane knights who enjoy hobbies like kidnapping (affectionate) and dancing/singing (will kill you in a duel)

Switch - Look….at heart, I can't hate these fantasy game isekai themed group. I enjoy their music because I do like the electropop remix/edm thing they have going on. And it DOES kill me that the only two 3-people units (Akatsuki and Switch) both have the dynamic of "a couple of parents and their beloved and most treasured cinnamon roll of a chaotic son." But like Valkyrie, I don't know what's going on with the senior members and am too afraid to ask, especially since they seem fine with it while their son with synesthesia cheers them on.

MaM - He is literally a cowboy. I - is there a thing with Japan and cowboys? And did someone at the writer's table see that samurai, Victorian thief, cowboys, and pirates post? Because somehow, the only member of this unit is all of them. A very stark contrast against his weirdly cheerleader/mom friend songs. I know he has mommy issues (mafia thing, I think) but.....son, are you okay?

Double Face - Yeah, okay, I love them. They might be the murder unit and I still have no clue to their formation but I love it. Put the Victorian cowboy thief samurai pirate and the child assassin together and you get secret agent type music that sounds like it could be in an old spy flick? How can you not love it?