#aurelia's imagines

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

The Fuss About the Christmas Gala - Modern! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Rhaenyra faces a small crisis regarding the planning of the Targaryen Corporation's gala.

Pairing: Modern! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, slight talks of Rhaenyra self harming (biting her fingernails), fingering, lots of kissing, mentions of dom Rhaenyra, slight dom reader

Word Count: 2.3k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all the Rhaenyra girlies out there! I hope you enjoy :)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

If there was one word that was the antithesis of Rhaenyra Targaryen right now, it would be the word calm. 

For two days now, you had watched your girlfriend rush about like a madman caught up in a whirlwind. Unsure of what to do, you usually just sat on the couch, concernedly sipping a glass of water as you watched your girlfriend work herself to death. 

Today was no different, and the stress had only multiplied by a dozen. Since the Targaryen Christmas Gala was this weekend, Rhaenyra was rushing around, calling up caterers, decorators, florists, to make sure that the weekend would go as perfectly as possible. 

“Ugh, those fucking dim-witted imbeciles!” Rhaenyra raged, slamming her phone down on the couch where you were sitting. You looked up from your work, concern furrowed in your brow, as Rhaenyra sank into the couch next to you and began ranting. “Can you believe that the caterers had to cancel at the last minute? Said something about having to attend to the President’s dinner party for all his cabinet at the fucking Red Keep!” Rhaenyra was positively vibrating with fury, and if her anger could sprout wings, she would have flown away by now, probably to kick the head of the caterers’ ass. 

“Nyra,” you tried to calm her, but she continued on with her tirade. “And the florists! No one can do their jobs right.” rhaenyra buried her face in a throw cushion, making a distressed noise. “I knew I should’ve accepted Alicent’s offer of connecting me to the florists she previously used at the other Targaryen events. But I’m just-” 

“I know,” you said, hands going to rub Rhaenyra’s shoulders soothingly. Rhaenyra’s dislike for her stepmother was legendary among your social circles, and with how bullheaded Rhaenyra was, you can’t say you were surprised when she vehemently turned down her stepmother’s offers of connecting Rhaenyra to her contacts, preferring to do it on her own. 

Rhaenyra’s anger soon turned into a crack in her voice, as she felt small tears slipping down her cheeks, seeping into the velvet of the throw cushion she was using to hide her face. She didn’t want you to see her like this. But the stress was really getting to her, and she soon broke, like a dam that had caved at long last. 

Mortification and sympathy immediately filled you when you heard your girlfriend’s strangled sob, as you moved to take her into your arms. “I just-” Rhaenyra choked out, “I wanted to do this on my own. To prove that I could. This is the first event that Father asked me to plan on my own as future CEO to Targaryen Corporations, and I’ve-” Rhaenyra sniffled noisily. The snot from her tears was getting into the blouse you were wearing, but you could care less, only continuing to stroke Rhaenyra’s silver-blonde locks, trying to mollify her. “I’ve screwed it up completely. I’m such a fuckup.” 

“You’re not a fuckup, Nyra,” you said softly, heart breaking as you watched her shoulders shake with sobs. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N,” Rhaenyra spat out, though the venom in her voice was weakened by how much she was crying. 

“I haven’t finished yet,” your voice was chiding, but gently so. “A fuckup, absolutely not. Bullheaded? Stubborn? A little idiotic? Definitely so.” A choked laugh bubbled up in the midst of Rhaenyra’s tears, and you smiled at that, satisfied to have elicited a response apart from cursing or tears. 

“What do I do, my love?” Rhaenyra sniffled, her tone stained with despair. “How am I supposed to face Father tomorrow and tell him that the caterers and florists have both cancelled? I barely can keep the rest of the event’s logistics from spiralling out of control too.” Rhaenyra barked out a jagged laugh. “Seven Hells, the only thing I actually managed to get done was secure the venue and the musicians. He’s going to be so disappointed in me, isn’t he?” You hummed, softly curling a strand of Rhaenyra’s hair around your index finger. “You know, love, I did offer my help a few weeks ago. The offer still stands.” 

An exasperated sigh burst from Rhaenyra’s lips. “And I said no. I don’t need help…” Rhaenyra’s voice slowly trailed off, as the absurdity of words began to sink in. “Oh,” she spoke, voice sounding defeated.“I really am an idiot, aren’t I?’ 

“Oh, darling,” you spoke affectionately. “You are, but that doesn’t mean you can’t start amending that.” You kissed her on the forehead tenderly, wiping her tears away with your thumb. “Let me help you. Please, Nyra. You can’t keep insisting on doing everything yourself, you know.” Your voice was gentle, yet firm. “You need to let go of your pride. Capeesh?” 

Rhaenyra grumbled a little, but she melted under the warmth of your embrace. “Fine. Capeesh. But maybe hold back on bruising my ego, why don’t you?” You chuckled, kissing her on the lips. “How else am I supposed to get you to learn, dearest?” 

In all honesty, managing an event was definitely way harder than you imagined it was when you had offered your help. While the lack of a budget certainly helped, there were a lot of things the both of you had to consider. Such as the table seating arrangements, the order of the performances (who knew there would be so much fuss over whether the ballet-contemporary dance trope should come before or after the string quartet performance?), the approval of the various menus for guests with special dietary restrictions and the like. 

Rich people truly never ceased to amaze you with their elaborate whims and fancies. 

Even with your help, Rhaenyra still occasionally flew into anxious fits while the both of you were sorting out the details for the event, and you had to stop all work to comfort her when that happened. You also noticed her bitten off fingernails, an old childhood habit Rhaenyra was fond of doing. When confronted, Rhaenyra only sheepishly admitted that the stress often blinded her from doing anything else. 

While it made your blood boil that Rhaenyra was neglecting her own well-being for the sake of the godsforsaken gala, you also felt an uncomfortable, crawling sensation under your skin, and that little voice in your head, telling you that you were to blame for this whole mess. 

‘Why weren’t you more insistent on helping her out?’ it whispered, taunting. ‘How could you let your girlfriend stress herself to this point until she would mistreat herself?’ 

Still, you managed to wave the thoughts aside, wanting to just focus on Rhaenyra now. Gradually, as the plans for the gala became more and more concrete, Rhaenyra became noticeably more relaxed, the perpetual frown that was present on her lips slowly dissolving into a less tense expression. Although Rhaenyra still bristled at the thought of bringing in additional help, she reluctantly acquiesced when you mentioned asking Alicent, who was more experienced in hosting these events, to take a look at the event timeline. It was no easy feat for a Targaryen to set aside their pride, but you were very glad that Rhaenyra could. 

As the night of the Targaryen Christmas Gala rolled around, you were in Rhaenyra’s dressing room, lips pursed in concentration as you fastened the delicate clasp of Rhaenyra’s diamond festoon necklace around her neck. 

“Hey,” Rhaenyra said softly, looking at you through the mirror. “Mmm?” you hummed inquisitively, smiling widely as you finally managed to get the clasp buckled together. She grabbed your hands as she turned around, leaning her forehead on yours. “Thank you.” Love and gratitude laced her voice. You squeezed her hands in yours, leaning in to kiss your girlfriend on the lips. “It’ll be alright,” Rhaenyra felt a warm feeling seep into her muscles, extinguishing the tension she had been feeling all evening. “Don’t worry too much, hmm? It’s Christmas after all. Tis’ the season to be jolly, you know.” A light giggle burst from Rhaenyra’s lips, before she leaned in for another kiss. “I’ll do my best, love.” 

Hours had stretched on, and it seemed the gala was going swimmingly. Though Rhaenyra had roped you into attending the gala with her - her reasons being that you were her beloved girlfriend and that she wanted every single one of the Targaryen family’s business associates, as well as all her family to see that you were the woman she loved - she had been noticeably absent for some time now. 

Anxious footsteps thumped across the floor of the ballroom, as you politely manoeuvred past the gala’s attendees, trying to find the familiar figure clad in red. 

When you neared one of the endless amount of balconies in this massive building, you breathed out a sigh of relief when you caught a glimpse of white-blonde hair. Standing out at the terrace, surrounded by the night and glowing under the shimmer of a thousand stars, Rhaenyra leaned on the balcony balustrade, her back to the door, as you admired her from behind. 

“You look like a goddess from this view you know,” Rhaenyra smiled as she felt your arms encircle her waist, planting a soft kiss on her neck. “Oh no, you found me,” her tone was filled with teasing. She relaxed into your arms, seeking your warmth. “I found you,” Rhaenyra’s breathing grew heavier as you continued peppering kisses on her neck. “Why are you out here all by yourself, gorgeous? The party’s going well, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it is,” Rhaenyra sighed, tilting her head up to give you more access to her neck. “It just…still makes me a bit disappointed in myself, you know? That I couldn’t take charge of a simple event like this.” 

“You’re belittling yourself again, my darling,” you murmured, lips grazing along the sensitive curve of her shoulder. “This event is far from simple, and you know that. Besides, it’s alright to accept the help of others when you’re overwhelmed.” 

Rhaenyra closed her eyes, her hair falling into her face slightly as she cast her gaze downwards. “And I know. It’s just still hard to accept.” You purse your lips, wanting to comfort her somehow…

Rhaenyra felt her breath hitch as your fingers slowly made their way up her thighs, all while your lips still remained on her neck. “Where are those fingers going, hmm?” she murmured. 

“I just want to make you feel better, my dear.” You trailed your kisses to the top of her spine. Do I have your permission, love?” 

“Yes,” Rhaenyra breathed out, gripping the balcony railing tighter. “Fuck yes.” A wicked grin graced your face as she said that, as your fingers skillfully slid aside her panties, grazing them gently against Rhaenyra’s sweet spot. Her answering moan was a cry from the angels themselves. 

“Wet already, hmm?” You murmured, the pad of your finger collecting the wetness of her slit. Rhaenyra groaned, “That’s usually my line.” You smirked in response, fingers playing with her folds with deliberation. “I know you’re always on top, darling. But isn’t it nice to have me take charge for a change?” 

“Definitely no-” Rhaenyra had to bite her tongue as you plunged the first finger inside of her, pleasure coursing through her veins. “Oh, darling,” she moaned your name huskily as you added a second finger, beginning to move faster. A strangled cry rose from her throat as your thumb went to rub at her clit, her skin feeling feverish as she felt you tug off her furred shawl so that you could have access to her bare back. Your soft lips followed the curve of her spine, while your other hand went to trace patterns on her heated skin. 

“Dominance is a good look on me, isn’t it?” You teased, adding a third finger, curling it in a come hither motion. Rhaenyra felt like she was about to faint, as a familiar budding sensation in her abdomen began to bloom. “I should do it more often, love. Who knew you could be a pliant mess under all that tough exterior?” 

“Oh, you are so going to regret this later,” Rhaenyra growled, head already filled with the ideas she would do to punish you later when she got home. In response, you only rubbed her clit harder, making her let out a cry of needy pleasure. 

“Nah,” you smiled, not fazed in the least. “I don’t think I will, dear.” The speed of your fingers quickened, and Rhaenyra let out a final wanton moan as she came, legs turning weak. You had to grip on tightly to her waist with your other hand that wasn’t buried to the knuckle in her so that her knees wouldn’t give in then and there. 

“You okay, darling?” you asked teasingly, as your fingers gradually slowed their pace and you planted a kiss onto the crook of her shoulder. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes, though her breathing was still unsteady after the orgasm she had. “Don’t act so smug just because you’re in charge for once. You’re going to get it when we get home, darling.” 

“I’m looking forward to it,” you continued challenging her with that teasing tone of yours, retracting your hand from under Rhaenyra’s skirts. “Do me a favour before that, and taste yourself, darling?” Rhaenyra looked a bit miffed at that, though in good spirit. Still, she gave in with a dramatic sigh, as you lifted your fingers to her lips, making her suck her essence off of them. A light moan burst from your lips at the sight, and you leaned in to kiss her, threading your fingers in her white-blonde locks to pull her closer to you. When she abruptly broke away, you frowned, thinking that you had done something wrong, but she only pointed up and said with a sort of childlike delight, “Look, it’s snowing, darling.” 

Caught off guard, you directed your gaze upwards, noting with wonder the white furls currently dancing in the sky. Rhaenyra laughed as a snowflake got caught in your eyelash and you let out a small yelp, flicking it off with her fingers. “Merry Christmas, darling,” Rhaenyra murmured, capturing your lips with hers again, her hand cupping your cheek. You smiled back, gazing adoringly into her eyes. “Merry Christmas, Nyra.”

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[81pastrys]

Can you do Lewis!dad winning his 8th world championship toddler y/n please thanks

The Championship

Summary— The 8th Championship win is something Lewis has wanted for a long time, especially with his little girl watching from the red garage.

Warnings—none

A/N— omfg this one is cute

Dad Lewis List

Aurelia had her dad’s personality, soft spoken and intelligent. She knew as much as a 3 year old could know about racing. Mercedes loved her presence, not as much as Ferrari though. Ferrari would go above and beyond for her.

She loved the red garage, but definitely missed the teal as well. Over the season she adapted that she wouldn’t go back to teal much. The definite deciding factor of her love for Ferrari was watching her dad race in a much more noticeable car.

“Daddy’s number 4-4.” She reminded herself looking at the two similar Ferraris. Before going out, Lewis scooped her up. “Daddy’s gonna win.” She said holding his cheeks.

“I hope so lovebug.” He said with a smile. “If I win this race, we can get ice cream to celebrate.” She liked the idea of celebrating. Fred whisked Lewis away and he went off to race.

She listened intently to the commentary, hearing drivers and constructors too many times. Then she heard her dad’s name and drivers championship in the same sentence. She knew that was the ultimate trophy that he wanted.

“If Lewis wins this race, he will also take home the drivers championship for the 8th time!” The commentator spat out. Aurelia’s face lit up and she said words of encouragement in the garage. The race went on longer than expected with a red flag, but she didn’t care, her dad’s red Ferrari was perched in front of the others.

“Come on daddy, win it!” She mumbled in anticipation. When the race ended and Ferrari went nuts she knew he had won everything he wanted. Aurelia was so excited for Lewis. He returned to the garage and she screamed in excitement. “Big trophy is yours daddy!” She squealed.

He knew what she meant and the realization hit him, this was the first championship he won in front of her. “I did it all for you.” He said smiling. He took pictures and held her around the rest of the day. “Ready for celebration ice cream lovebug?” He asked when the day slowed down.

“You deserve all the ice cream daddy!” She said. They went to a local ice cream parlor and got their celebratory ice cream. “Daddy, the man said 8th championship.” She mentioned.

“Yeah, I won the other 7 before you were born lovebug.” He explained. “This one was for you.”

Aurelia Hamilton has joined attendance 🙂‍↕️

[cerine0357]

May I ask some general headcanons about Hyejun Shimizu?

oc: The Shimizu family:-

Hyejun Shimizu X Reader

-:: Summary: Oh my! New articles come out!! The richest family, THE Shimizus, eldest son is dating someone?! What does this special someone experience in their relationship??

-:: Fluff|| Headcanons, scenarios|| mentions of nudity, sex, chaebols and rich people in general, paps too. This is small|| Normal/semi-yandere version of OC.

-:: Author's notes: Thank you so much for requesting this!! I guess people really like the eldest son!

Hyejun Shimizu dating HCs

≔ Hyejun is the eldest of his family, the heir of some of the larger business on his dad's side, which he was all too glad to take up, being a chaebol of sorts..he's been trained for this since he was happily ready to take his dad's work he had lots of interest in.

≔ While this gave his siblings the chance to actually choose their own careers, it made him just as busy as his parents, if not slightly more being trained and also enjoying his youth, weirdly like any other nepo baby.

≔ So while he's incredibly kind, it takes a bit to get his attention which you somehow managed and managed to have the eldest Shimizu son eating out of the palms. Literally...And soon that obsession furthered, until it spills over the Baccarat crystal glasses of his heart with a stupid fat crush.

≔ Him crushing on you is one experience and DATING HIM is a whole another one. Publicity everywhere like what do you mean the RICHEST family, literal TRLLIONAIRES', The Shimizus, eldest son was DATING SOMEONE?! And it's not someone from the chaebol circles?! IT's like a k-drama, are you serious?!

≔ I mean, it's insane. Articles all asking who you were, why are you dating him? How did you even gain access to his heart when some of the prettiest chaebols daughters and sons couldn't?? It's a title worthy the front pages for weeks, months even. Demanding Shimizu Reoiji to explain it out, which his father doesn't bother to.

≔ What do you want? A trip to cleanest beaches? Want to watch a movie in a football stadium? Want him to customize world's most expensive car for you with your name fixed in your favourite coloured diamonds on the bonnet so while he pounds you over it, so you can see your name on the most expensive car to exist. To see HIS LOVE and his sweetheart's name, YOUR name.

≔ He gets you multiple Richard-Mille watches, if you like them. Gets the literal designeers of the biggest brands to personally make you outfits. Gifts you jewellery which is equal to a small country's GDP? It's all yours. And don't say no, you can't....because he will give them to you.

≔ He rents out a whole hallways in the bigger resorts so you two can chase each other, for fun, and get privacy. If you have pets, brings them to resorts, where animals are not allowed, money fixes a lot of things, you learned..But some Hyejun stays humble, despite his pride. And being his father's carbon copy, people are scared shitless.

≔ But, leaving the 'eat the rich' style he has. He might like to do your hair for you, mainly cause he's been doing his sister's hairs and even his mum's or his nanny's hair if they'd let him. I like to think he was a lone hair under a phone protect screen in his past life or he just has a very deep fixation on learning to do every texture of hair and even style. He likes to accessorize a lot to, hope you have accessories in mind!~

≔ He is a good communicator too, saw his mum and da have a healthy relationship with them always finding time for each other despite balancing large businesses and their 22 children, including him, and even his fair-few nannies ro servants working in the manor in his teenage years taught him how to be a good boyfriend, they were also his guidors alongside his parents and he communicated all on how to be a healthy partner with his siblings when they came of age.

≔ He communicates his feelings, but he does get very busy and sometimes a bit haughty and out of touch because he was raised a trillionaire nepo baby. Forgive him, he was always spoiled, stupid hoe, but we love him for that!~

≔ At times, he hires cleaners for all your chores at your house, who clean the house for you while you overwatch and his personal bodyguards look after you. You are likely added into wills of his bodyguards, they know so much with how much Hyejun talks to them about you.

≔ He sometimes makes you playlist, buys you premium for all apps you want, lets you put bows in his hair, but he hopes he can take them out before he enters meetings. He cooks a little bit, because sure they have a private chef..but they were also taught how to cook by their nannies a little bit. Though he's always willing to try to make food from your culture, what do you like, what did you at everyday? A dessert?

≔ he takes you spa treatment twice every month where he reminds everything in his body with you, gets a bit jealous of someone massaging you, but does nothing except pout and look at you with his round eyes and you left him massage your feet at the end of the day after you're both done.

≔ He would find it hard..but maybe after marriage and after the point where you both are mentally married because you've both been dating so long, it's really no surprise. He'll take you camping with his family, including extended family members where you both share a tent and with a strict budget for everything. It's like fifty nepos and you, a humble quween.

≔ Once he learns what "us" texts are, h's sending them all to you. He might want to send himself texts, but he doesn't wanna feel alone, so he makes a chat with Izumi, Hyuna, Hyunizo, Ayano, Ilseong, Dejiyo and his mum which is labelled "photos of my [NAME]" and there isn't even a photo of you.

≔ But it does have a photo of an antique plate which has a porcelain bear with blanket sleeping on the plate, a photo of a plank with water drops shaped vaguely like a heart, Hyunizo's bag which has a real clam keychain which holds his earphones besides a keychain of a tiny glass heart shaped perfume bottle, some opalescent, translucent tea cups from 1930s.

≔ Sun falling on sheets in the vague shape of a face, a little button on Reoiji's suit with your first name's initial, someone's nails done inspired by Monet painting, two sunflowers facing each other, neon glowing heart shaped handles in a rave club, a pair of heels in the window of a shop besides a pair of dark leather loafers, a ribbon besides a vintage watch and an open sandwich with a piece of egg snuggled between two pieces of lettuce like a luxurious scarf or blanket.

≔ Makes a pinterest and it's solely for photos and aesthetics he thinks you'd enjoy; from pretty nails to clothes to aesthetics or simply ideas of couples and he even stalks your pinterest to see what you want to get it for you.

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[squoobest]

i should be writing my paper rn

[ruegardlover]

i fear aurelia’s car may have ate the rest of the grid up…

[mistfallengw2]

Drawing Aurelia being a cute doof with Ellara is fun and nice because it's endgame and a fountain of comfort after years of grief mixed with pining, but I really need to scratch the itch of drawing her with Ardea.

Can you believe Aurelia was actually confident at one point, even in a relationship???

[nick-cassidy]

x

[ahockeywrites]

the assistance part one

pairing: trent frederic x aurelia mcavoy word count: 1k warnings: probably swearing knowing me, authors note: decided to split this into two parts so I can get one out to you guys today masterlist

David Pastrnak’s car had a problem. And he had no fucking clue how to solve it. He thought that he was skilled with his hands. On the, 100%. When it came to cars, 0%. If negative percentages existed, that would be how good he was at fixing cars. YouTube couldn’t help him this time.

The team were over at his place for a barbecue as he had the best grill and hosting facilities. David knew that he should have called a mechanic but he also knew that Charlie’s cousin was a mechanic and that it might be easier to get them to fix it. 

The Czech player walked over to Charlie with a beer for each of them before sitting down in the chair next to him. David ran a hand through his hair and he didn’t know why he felt so awkward asking a friend for a favour, but he did. It wasn’t the thing he usually did.

“You know your mechanic cousin,” David started, getting over the awkwardness and just saying what he needed to.

“Yes, I do know Peanut,” Charlie replied, he had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Everyone knew that he had a cousin who was a mechanic but it was only Trent who had actually met her. He didn’t even know if the rest of the team knew that the mechanic was a woman. 

“Any chance he could come and take a look at my car? I’ll pay him for the trouble, I’m just driving around and something sounds wrong,” David explained, hands gesticulating.

“Yeah, I’ll drop Peanut a message and hopefully they’ll swing by today,” Charlie pulled his phone out and composed a text to his cousin. Charlie knew that Aurelia was at a race day but she was usually done by 3PM and, he checked his watch, it was half past two. She should be done soon.

His phone vibrated almost immediately after putting it down.

Peanut 🥜: will swing by, race has just finished. ya gal won again ✌️

Charlie: was never in doubt! see you in an hour or so

Peanut 🥜: 👍✌️

Trent wandered around Pasta’s garden after chatting to a few of the guys and their partners. He had a beer in his hand but something was off. He didn’t feel right but that could have been related to the punches he received in his abdomen the afternoon before. Saturday matinee games had gotten a lot more feisty than he remembered.

The can of beer in his hand was finished so he crushed it before walking inside to find the recycling bin. Trent knew where the glasses were so he quickly grabbed one and filled it up with some water. He wasn’t drunk by any means but he was dehydrated.

Three quick knocks on the front door took him out of the trance he was in. His hands didn’t move quickly enough as he spilt a large portion of his water onto his shirt. A few expletives left his mouth as he put the glass down and pulled his T-shirt off. 

Charlie had just got Aurelia’s text saying that she was here so he walked to the front door but was greeted by a half naked teammate. 

“Please put your shirt back on, Aurelia doesn’t need to see that,” Charlie groaned when he realised that it was Trent who was shirtless.

“Aurelia’s here?” asked Trent. As far as the St Louis native was aware, she wasn’t meant to be coming to this event. But it wouldn’t be unlike Charlie to change who he invited last minute. 

“Yes,” Charlie wandered through the kitchen to the hallway of Pasta’s house. “So please put a shirt on, she doesn’t need to see your chest.” Trent thought about his request but had to ring out his shirt in the sink before he put it back on because the sensory overload of a wet shirt was not fun.

Trent’s back was to the hallway so Aurelia wouldn’t be able to tell who it was. This was a good compromise between putting a shirt on whilst it was still wet and not wearing a shirt at all, he thought.

A wolf whistle from behind him was unexpected but Trent thought it was one of his teammates so turned around to explain why his shirt was off.

“Frederic!” Charlie shouted. “I told you to put your shirt back on.” In front of him was a fuming Charlie McAvoy and a staring Aurelia McAvoy.

“Not complaining at all Chucky,” Aurelia grinned as she looked Trent up and down. Charlie playfully hit the back of her head and then shouted for David.

Pasta walked into the kitchen with a beer in his hand, which he thought he was going to hand off to the mechanic who was going to fix his car. Instead he was greeted by a shirtless Trent, an angry Charlie and a girl. 

“David, Peanut,” Charlie pointed between the two of them. “Peanut is going to fix your car then go home.”

Aurelia raised an eyebrow towards her cousin. “And what if I don’t want to go home after?”

“You’re welcome to stay-“ David started but was cut off by Charlie.

“Peanut,” Charlie sighed, “you’re working tomorrow and you raced today. You should get some sleep.”

“Who are you, my dad?” She questioned back. “Let me take a look at the car and then I can figure out how long it’s going to take me to fix it. Then I can see if I’m going straight home.” She mumbled something that only Trent caught as she walked past him to the garage. “Stupid fucking cockblock,” was what he heard. 

Did Aurelia McAvoy like him back?

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[tommyboy1995]

The Last Vampire on Earth novelization epilogues, part two

Wayne: Wayne made enough money in his deal with Aurelias that he bought a motor home and is now traveling across the United States.

Melissa: Melissa is still wondering what happened to Chloe.

Roberta: Roberta is still cooking. She misses Chloe and looks out the window for her everyday.

Dr. Cardhall: Dr. Cardhall is still practicing medicine. He opened an AIDS clinic with Dr. Rosalez.

Chloe and Aurelias are now traveling around the world helping people. They are working with several notable scientists to help find cures for "incurable" diseases. They are doing their best to make sure that their gift of immortality doesn't go to waste. They are just two vampires, striving to make the world a better place for us mortals to live in.

The final headshot, and biggest plot twist, is Mandie L. Abraham, a real woman who actually exists, and not just Vitaly Versace's girlboss pen name.

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Falling of Snow, Falling in Love - Modern! Alicent Hightower x Reader

Summary: Alicent finally finds the courage to confess her feelings for you, her longtime admirer and best friend.

Pairing: Modern!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mentions of homophobia, homosexual pining, Alicent angsting on the inside

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all the lovers of our favourite doe-eyed queen with the reddish brown curls (and all of Olivia Cooke's simps). I hope you enjoy! :)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

Despite the biting chill that had been plaguing Oldtown for the past few weeks now, today, the sun hung up high in the blue sky, shining brightly, painting the portrait of a perfect, though chilly sunny day. 

Which was how you found yourself prancing along the cobbled streets of Oldtown this fine afternoon, arms linked with your best friend, Alicent, the both of you deciding to do some last minute Christmas shopping. Even though the cold had brought out the redness in your cheeks and in your opinion, made you look like someone who had just undergone a severe sunburn, Alicent still looked as dazzling as ever. Her reddish brown curls cascaded down her back, perfectly windswept by the winter breeze, and her cheeks were tinged with the sort of rosiness reminiscent in paintings of old. She looked like a vision. 

And you said as much to her this morning when she appeared at your door, bright eyed and bundled in her cosy brown trench coat and maroon scarf. She had laughed and the loveliest shade of pink had spilled into her features, a sight which made your heart beat ten times faster in your chest. 

Gods, was she beautiful. 

You had always made your feelings of admiration clear to Alicent, something that had first started as Alicent taking it as a joke, before evolving into something much more serious. More complicated. You knew Alicent never did well with complicated, and you always accepted that you wouldn’t push her on reciprocating your feelings. Having been raised in such a cloistered and conservative environment, Alicent still struggled with accepting your adoration and her own amorous feelings towards you, which were frowned upon by her parents and siblings, all deeming a romantic love between individuals of the same gender ‘unnatural’. 

As Alicent began to grow older however, she gradually distanced herself from those harmful beliefs with your help, learning to accept who she was and how she chose to love. After all, she had learnt from you, love was love, and no matter who you love, it should never stir up a sense of shame in you. 

Now, Alicent’s main obstacle was her lack of courage. As she watched you drag her from shop to shop, whether it was marvelling at the baked goods displayed in the windows of Oldtown’s finest bakeries, or excitedly gesturing to Alicent the little porcelain animals you’ve seen at the cutest antiques shop, Alicent couldn’t help but fall in love with you more and more. 

However, it was never easy for Alicent to express her feelings, much less ones she had repressed all her life. She was someone who would rather listen quietly and observe others rather than speaking out on her own. So she bided her time and waited, as you were patient and comforting with her struggles, as you told her time after time again it doesn’t matter if she couldn’t express her admiration back for you the same way that you did. It all didn’t matter, as long as she was by your side. 

But today, it did matter. Because she was finally going to tell you how she felt. How she felt the same as you did her, how she worshipped every inch of you, how she relished in every laugh elicited from you, every single one of your words that were laced with honey and everything sweet in the world. 

How much she loved you. 

Your strolling eventually carried the both of you to a square in the shopping district of Oldtown, and Alicent was absentmindedly giving out responses to your questions. She bit her lip nervously, her other hand going to pat down her curls. ‘This is it,’ she told herself, inhaling deeply. ‘I’m going to tell her how I feel. On Christmas day, just like I planned.’ 

‘I got this-’ 

“Alicent!” Your exclamation jolted Alicent from her self-induced panic, and she looked at you, trying not to display the anxiety she felt at her confession being disrupted. But then, she tilted her head up at your behest, and saw something wondrous. 

White flecks of snow were cascading down from the skies, making their soft and swift descent as all around, people in Oldtown stopped to stare and marvel at the sky. The first snowfall had arrived at last. 

“Oh my goodness,” you said excitedly, before you started shivering violently, teeth chattering. The sudden landfall of snow had made the temperature drop by a few degrees, and you hastily moved to pull on your mittens, urging Alicent to do the same. But the bone-biting chill aside, you looked positively delighted as the snow gradually began covering the ground, and as the sun’s rays reflected on it, it cast an otherworldly, magical glow on all your surroundings. It was truly a White Christmas now. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” you remarked to Alicent, eyes shining. 

Only to realise that her twinkling brown eyes were fixed on you. 

“Yes,” Alicent said softly, as you felt the graze of her soft mittens on your cheek. “It really is.” 

You could feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest, a rush of epiphany and joy making your head spin a little. ‘Was this finally happening?” 

Alicent hesitated, deciding that the time was right, she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours. When she made to pull away, however, you held her face between your hands, pulling her in for a deeper, longer kiss. 

And there was nothing more perfect in the world than this, Alicent realised. Your kiss was slow, languid, but filled with emotion, with nothing but pure, innocent admiration for one another. Of love. 

Alicent hadn’t wanted the kiss to end, but when it eventually did, she took the chance, leaning her forehead against yours and whispering the words she had always wanted to say: 

“I love you.” 

And as you laughed and dipped Alicent, bringing your lips to hers again, Alicent realised again that you were right, that love was nothing to be ashamed of. 

Love was something that made her feel powerful.

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[81pastrys]

Hi! Firstly you amazing. Secondly I have a dad lewis request. Could we do something where she goes to Brazil for the first time and the fans love her and give her like treats. Her age is maybe 1 and a half, like she can walk but not good and she can eat certain things.

Brazilian Love

Summary— Brazil was a place to race, and a place full of love for the Hamilton’s

Warnings— none

A/N— love the paddock ones 🙂‍↕️

Dad Lewis List

Lewis was basically an adopted Brazilian, the crowd loving him. When he had Aurelia the love grew. His little girl able to waddle, but not exactly walk. He let her loose while signing, knowing she can’t wander far.

A fan hands him a little goodie bag and he takes it. “It’s for Aurelia.” She said. Lewis smiles and hands the bag over to Aurelia, knowing there are candies inside.

That wasn’t the first time someone handed something to Lewis stating it was for Aurelia. Once back in his driver room he would go through the bag with her and hide the things she can’t have.

He took harder candies, gum, hard to chew ones, or taffy. Aurelia didn’t notice. She just knew she got a sucker or sweets from fans. One fan gave her a pad of Ferrari stickers and she went around the paddock, handing out the Ferrari logo stickers to everyone.

What did Seb say? Everyone is a Ferrari fan? Well if they weren’t a Ferrari fan they took the sticker from the 7-time world champions daughter anyway. She was adored among the paddock. She neared the end of her Ferrari stickers and looked to Lewis, tugging his clothes.

“Yes, love bug?” He asked. She attempted to say Charles but failed miserably and he chuckled. “You want to give the last one to Charles?” She nodded at him and he walked her to the garage seeing the man she wanted.

She walked up to him and he knelt to her level. “Yours.” She said, holding the sticker to his face. Charles giggled and took the sticker.

“Why thank you!” He said. “Is that your last sticker?” He asked, noticing the now empty sheet. She nodded and he tried handing it back.

“No, no she wanted you to have the last one.” Lewis chuckled. “She got them from a fan, along with sweets.” He explained. Charles hugged her and she went back to Lewis.

Other mechanics and such would also hand Lewis things from fans, some labeled for Aurelia. Another bag of sweets after another and she had a candy stash until she was grown.

“Look you even got some Brazilian candy love bug!” He pointed out going through it with her. Some of the food or candies he’d try with her. There were some she didn’t like and spit out, but nonetheless tried.

Aurelia knew she would love Brazil the next year when she could thank the fans herself.

Two more in the works 🤭

@il0vereadingstuff @kallanfiona

[cerine0357]

i ask for Yandere ayano shimizu headcanon with a lazy and tired reader of course you can ignore and delete if your stuff is closing or for any other reason.

oc: Shimizu Family:-

Ayano Shimizu X Reader

✤ Summary: Ayano Shimizu finally has his darling, little sweetheart in his the palms of his hands and it appears that they're.....sleeping?

✤ Fluff|| headcanons|| blood, mentions of murder, invasion of privacy, noncon, dubcon?? since Reader does not care what he does to her as long as she gets to sleep, regular yandere stuff|| Yandere version of OCs

✤ Author's note: I loved writing this, it's been a while since I got back into writing!!! I love you all and thank you for reading!!

Yandere!Ayano X Lazy!S/O HCs

◊ Well, this was quite a surprise to Ayano when he realized how you did not even bother the kidnapping, only slept your way through the whole thing and kissed his forehead, thanking him for helping you escape your life and sleep all day. He was flattered and happy about it, but still surprised nonetheless.

◊ It took him a while to get used to it, he would honestly continuously in worry check your pulse and breathing to see if you're alive and well and sound, makes sure you're okay, thank god you are...It scares him and he gets spooked like a mama gets when her newborn sleeping for longer than usual...

◊ He is extremely concerned for you, so he makes sure EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTELY OKAY! After he gets used to it, he takes his chances to smother you with his affection, kisses, hugs, snuggles, cuddles, anything that he wants, he'll give it to you with a bright smile.

◊ He has Xinyue cometimes check your head and memories to see if any of it is trauma related and how you think about him, if it's all okay, he's so relieved but still incredibly confused...don't you want to return home? Not that he's complaining, he loves that you're willing to be his little trophy doll.

◊ Sometimes he chases off his siblings when they try to see how deep you sleep by pulling pranks on you,he refuses to let them even do stupid shit near you, though he lets those siblings in who need to de-stress from the family shenanigans for self-care (Oshinyu, Oshinuza, Ilseong, Hyejun), he'll even let them apply skincare to you as long as you're not waking up, he wants you to be all freshen up even if you're asleep with drool out your mouth.

◊ Speaking of drool, he has those super absorbent and silk pillow covers for you, so drool dries easily and your hair is also not ruined..he's particular about things, okay?? He's a nepo baby! Leave him alone, by the end of a week you're becoming a nepo baby too, because you're basically family since you're so quiet.

◊ Ayano doesn't allow anyone in your room, fearing your sleep would be ruined, except his parents and some quiet siblings, so his parents sit there for hours. Both Kaiyo and Reo sit in your room with you to do their paperwork and other stuff otherwise they'll be constantly interrupted by servants, pets, the kids..

◊ Constant sleepwear shopping, he has SO MANY SLEEPWEARS FOR YOU!! Listen, poor boy never had a relationship and you're his first one and his parents always spoil each other, he thinks it's a sign of love and he loves you...Poor thing has no idea what else to do, because you're asleep half the time.

◊ He spends so much time snuggling you, de-stressing beside you, watching movies with earphones, doing homework or anything else where he wants quiet. He has a personal pool in his bedroom's large balcony, so he also spends time there, while watching you with lovesick eyes as you slept with drool, eye-crust or boogers, hair messed up and looking like a demon...Oh so gorgeous.

◊ Let's be honest, he even has specially made mattress, blankets, pillows, pillow covers, bedsheets and other stuff...all for you..all custom made, all for you to sleep, drool and fart in anyways...Yeah, pretty sweet, I know.

© cerine0357. All characters belong to me; Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading and if you like this check out my blog!

[doodlingcrayon]

cuteness aggression

[mistfallengw2]

Markus Blake, Lionguard Deputy

After witnessing his father become one of the casualties among the Frozen, Markus rejected the sudden promotion at first, caving under the weight of grief and the pressure coming from the Captains, hesitant to take on the role. When push came to shove and Lion's Arch was threatened by the Void, he finally took courage and stepped up to rally the scattered soldiers, and soon become one of the Lionguard's most commendable Deputies to date.

[suntamer]

i need to be hornier about my ocs and their partners.