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♡ Heroine Otome Game ♡
❥ Ani Inaco [ Dame x Prince ]
#Heroine Otome Game#perfect heroine#otome heroine#otome#otome game#Official art#cg art#my post#brown hair#purple eyes#Dame x Prince#Ani Inaco#Ani Inako#DAME×PRINCE#Damepuri#ダメプリ#デイムプリンス#NHN PlayArt#アニ・イナコ#Arikuidou#アリクイ堂
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Dress Up! Chibi Ani Inako
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Childhood & Teen Crushes (aka “Boys I Loved Before”) Aesthetic | Mare Selen el Phiriazar
#moodboard#aesthetic#boys that i loved before#childhood crushes#teen crushes#fictional crushes#anime crushes#anime#mare selen el phiriazar#dame x prince#dame x prince mare#moon#recluse#prince#mystery#mystery boy#anime boys#mare selen el phiriazar aesthetic#dame x prince aesthetic#harem anime#my crushes#personal crushes#associations#childhood & teen crushes aesthetic
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The Disney Princesses - Love Interests & Villains
#Aladdin#The Little Mermaid#Beauty and the Beast#The Princess and the Frog#Tangled#Cinderella 3 A Twist in Time#The Hunchback of Notre Dame#Disney#Moments#Aladdin x Jasmine#Ariel x Eric#Belle x The Beast#Hercules x Meg#Tiana x Naveen#Rapunzel x Eugene#Esmerelda x Phoebus#Cinderella x Prince Charming
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AUgust week 1, Prince x knight, final part ⚔️
Obviously this one was inspired by La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Frank Bernard Dicksee
#AUgust ‘23#AUgust ‘23 week 1#prince x knight#snowbaz#simon snow#simon snow series#baz pitch#art#doodle#henreyettart#carry on rainbow rowell#simon snow trilogy#la belle dame sans merci#alternate universe
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The crossovers you never knew you needed, maybe 😂
This isn’t normally the kinda stuff I do but I had to get them out of my head
#good omens#digital fanart#crossover#the hunchback of notre dame#prince of egypt#meme#bildad the shuhite#bildaddy#crowley#crowly x aziraphale#aziraphale#dear god why am I such a simp for Tennant#michael sheen#david tennant#angel#demon#i have a permit#parks and rec#parks and recreation#aziraphale the cinnamon bun
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Mood Board: Working out my "Wish" rewrite
As you see, it's a mess. I swear, I'm not stalling. It's just taken longer than I thought...
#disney#disney animation#studio ghibli#disney princess#wish#dreamworks#dreamworks animation#20th century fox#mcu#marvel#wandavision#sza#cinderella#howl's moving castle#aladdin#big hero 6#anastasia#tangled#the prince of egypt#raya and the last dragon#melanie martinez#tate mcrae#the little mermaid#kingdom hearts#hunter x hunter#the hunchback of notre dame#frozen#pocahontas
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Okay so I don’t post a lot I will admit it.
But I’ve been OBSESSED with disneys the hunch back of Notre dame recently, and I may or may not have taking a serious liking to Quasimodo lol
So I might have drawn some things and might have caved and made a self insert for it
#hunchback of notre dame#disney Movie#disney#hunchback disney#Walt Disney’s hunchback of Notre dame#self insert#self insert x canon#Quasimodo is literally a disney princes basically wdym#also hi if you are actually reading these#QUASIMODO IS UNDERRATED AND PERFECT#YOU DONT GET IT#Hear me out dawg
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“The Prince.”
Pair: supersons x Wonderboy!reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: the Prince of supers and his so called “servants” hanging out at the mall.
Note| some insecurity and body dysphoria thoughts. the supersons are 15 and reader is transmasc. thanks to @ilovegayanimemen for the idea of transmasc Wonderboy!reader
Jon smiled seeing his two boyfriends, Y/N and Damian. Damian was holding Y/N’s hand, the sassy Amazon male was currently dying inside being in public with his two boys.
“Dames! N/N!” Jon immediately hugged Y/N and Damian who smiled at the golden retriever boy. Jon was the tallest of the three, with Y/N being the second tallest and Damian being the shortest. “Hi Jon.” Y/N kissed Jon’s cheek, and Damian kissed the other side of him. Jon was immediately flustered with a goofy smile. “I’m so happy you guys got to come! I have so many things we can do here, skating, shoppping, eating.”
Jonathan went on a rant as he was in the middle of the Amazon and Wayne. “STOP!” The Amazon male says, startling the two. Damian was on high alert while Jon was confused. “What?! What’s wrong beloved…” he says confused. Y/N turns around with a smirk, “A Photo Booth. Cmon!” The Amazon male runs towards the Photo Booth and got in. Damian dropped his guard, grumbling at the Amazon male. “He needs to stop doing that.” Damian mumbles under his breath.
Jonathan already joined the Amazon male, smiling with excitement as he sat in the lap of Y/N. “Dami! Cmon man!” Y/N yelled out. Damian rolled his eyes enter in the booth. He smiled seeing the two strong boys making faces already before Damian put money in. Four photos were made. One was with Damian in the middle, smirking with crossed arms and the two boys beside him making a heart with their arms. Damian was in the middle of the arm heart. The second was Y/N having Jon and Damian on his biceps, effortlessly holding when there as the Amazon male smirked.
The third one was Jon throwing up a peace sign, smiling widely as Damian and Y/N had glitter sunglasses on their faces. Lastly the fourth one was Y/N was in the middle, Jon and Damian kissed each side of the Amazon’s face. Making Y/N fake a pretend shock face. After the Photo Booth fun, the trio was happy to see the photos came out nice and neat. “I’m getting copies of these. So we three can have our own photos.” Damian suggested which made Y/N and Jon smile. “Sounds like a good plan.” Y/N says smiling. “Yeah!” Jon nodded. It was now time to shop, the boys had moved upstairs of the mall. Teens and adults walked pass the three, shocked mostly at Damian because of his reputation. Soon the three entered the store, Jon eyed a trio shirts that says, “I’m number salty. I’m sugary, and I’m sweet.” Jon grabbed them and looked for his own stuff. Damian smiled at a nice turtle neck that was black. Grabbing it up immediately.
Y/N stared at a shirt he wanted, but he didn’t know how it would look on him. He didn’t know he would like how he would look in it. What if..he didn’t like how he looked. Feeling insecure and anxious, he looked away from the shirt. But sadly his boyfriends noticed, Jon frowned looking at the shirt. “Y/N? Don’t you want that shirt?” Jon asks softly. Y/N awkwardly scratches his neck, “Uhh…I’m not sure if it would look good on me.” Damian narrowed his eyes, eyes still on the Amazon boy. He snatched the shirt, not caring about the price as he did indeed stole his father’s card. “Nonsense. You look handsome in anything. Plus we’ve seen how your eyes basically light up at this.” Jon nodded, arguing with his short boyfriend.
Y/N groans with a flustered look. “Guys, seriously you don’t need—” but it was too late when Damian and Jon cornered the Amazon boy and pushed him into a dressing room. “Though you can come out if you don’t want to love!” Jon says from behind the dressing room door. Y/N chuckled, he then looked at the body length mirror. He took a deep breath in, thoughts were scrambling around. Soon before he knew it, he had finally put on the shirt and it fitted perfectly. He turned around a few time, twisting his body. He felt good! Which made him good.
Mostly cause the shirt didn’t focus on his chest mostly, it made it feel like a breath of new air. So with that he exited the dressing room with a confident smile. Damian was smug, looking at the handsome Amazon in front of him. Jon was clapping proud of his boyfriend, eye lighting up. “I’m getting this shirt.” Y/N says, looking back at a mirror. Jon wrapped his arms around the male, giving a quick peck to Y/N’s cheek. “Please do! It fits you.” Damian nodded, “Take the shirt off and I’ll pay for it beloved.” Y/N nods and changes back to his regular shirt.
Y/N has his hands on his hips, staring at the short boy paying for the shirt. Jon had his stuff already paid for. After Damian handed the Amazon boy his bag, the trio immediately went to go eat. Hearing Jon’s stomach, Damian and Y/N laughed. “Hungry, Kent?” Damian says with a smirk, Y/N had a smug look. “Jeez babe, didn’t know your stomach was an alien.” Jon groaned. “Cmon…let’s go eat, enough of the teasing.” Y/N and Damian chuckled and held the boy’s hand. They walked off.
The three boys were having the time of their lives. Not knowing a certain adult kryptonian is crying with tears at the wholesome moment he heard from far away. “Clark. Why are you crying?” Diana says concerned. Bruce was busy on devices but was listening either way. “Our boys…they’re so precious..”
#transgender#transmasc#trans!reader#dc fluff#dc x reader#wonderboy!reader#wonder boy!reader#wonder!reader#dc x male reader#dc comics x reader#damian wayne#dc imagine#damian wayne x male reader#damian wayne x reader#damian al ghul x male reader#damian wayne x you#jonathan kent#jonathan kent x male reader#jon kent x male reader#jonathan kent x reader#jon kent x reader#supersons x male reader#supersons x reader#supersons
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jacaerys velaryon x fem!knight!reader drabble based on this ask <3 ( w. 735 )
꒰ dame is the historical title for a female knight, though i don't think its ever used in asoiaf ꒱
⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆
"your grace-"
"i am your prince, and i command it," jacaerys replies, a cocksure grin tugging at his mouth.
you gaze upon the prince, shifting in your stiff metal armour. these suits are not made to fit ladies — the breastplate presses uncomfortably on your chest, and the sharp steel edge of the bodice digs painfully into your hips where it rests too low. queen rhaenyra had made efforts to have a suit forged to your measurements, but this was the placeholder.
"you... already have guards, your grace — two that wait outside of your room at all times. i mean no offense, but would it not be pointless to have a guard inside as well?" you ask, anxiously rolling the hilt of your sword in your palm.
its late into the evening, sun setting upon the rocky facade of dragonstone and bathing everything in a reddish-golden light. he draws a finger across the table where he sits, looking up at you. jacaerys comports himself with a regal air, all smooth black attire and calculating eyes. those very eyes, dark and deep, assessing you in this moment.
he stops his absentminded little circles, straightening up in his seat. he sighs, clasping his hands in his lap and casting his gaze upon them, "it is only... my mother, the queen, was attacked in her chambers only a fortnight ago. there is unrest in the castle, moreso since. i feel-" he looks up at you, mouth in a soft pout and eyes glassy, "unsafe."
he's intelligent, and strategizing, and very endearing in his little manipulative streak. he knew just how to bend you, he had seen you crumple at the fall of his tears before.
"if-" fuck, "you... you must speak to your mother about this, my prince."
he graces you with this horrible, mock-hopeful expression, "you would not object?"
"not if this is what you wish. i am sworn to house targaryen, and you... are my prince."
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
"this suits you."
as a guard, you are limited in your permission to move. you stand, back to the door and one hand on your sword at all times — you do spare the prince a glance when he speaks.
"pardon, your grace?"
his hair is damp from his bath, curls slicked back with water. he's clad in naught but a thin tunic and linen breeches, a scarlet robe draped over his lithe frame. he gestures fluidly at your body when he replies, "the armour. the smith did a wondrous job in tailoring it to fit."
his gaze is far from subtle — eyes starting at the curve of your throat, lingering briefly at your shoulders and arms and waist, before landing where your thick woolen skirt meets your boots.
you swallow thickly, "thank you, my prince."
his eyes dart back up, smile deceptively sweet, "the hour grows late," a few calculated steps forwards, "i fear words for my gratitude escape me-" that sweet, warm smile, "but i am glad that you are here-" his hand, searingly warm, lands upon the part of your bicep exposed by your pauldron.
before you can reply, he squeezes gently. and then he's gone — that spot on your arm warm still, even through the long sleeves of your tunic. he has departed for his bed across the room, no glance spared behind him, single-minded attention focused on his destination.
you stand still at your post, eyes flitting around the room as he prepares to sleep. it is obviously a show, carefully designed for your eyes -
the way he sits on the bed facing you, rolling his shoulders and then neck; how he stands, body unfolding with measured grace; his hand carding through his hair, damp curls spilling around his face once disrupted. he doesn't look at you, as if this drama and allure is part of his nightly routine. his robe comes off slowly, one arm and then the other before it cascades down his back like water.
"i prefer to sleep in fewer clothes," he says, looking back over his shoulder, the cruelest little smile deepening his dimples, "if that does not offend, dame."
you're in no position to say no, to deny him any request. so you shake your head, "it does not offend, your grace."
his shirt comes next, arms and shoulders moving in a way intended to show the lean muscles from a lifetime of sword training.
a long night ahead, no doubt.
#didn't read this just posted it :3#𖦹。⋆ jace#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys targaryen#jacaerys x reader
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Childhood & Teen Crushes (aka “Boys I Loved Before”) Aesthetic | Ruze Selen el Phiriazar
#moodboard#aesthetic#boys that i loved before#childhood crushes#teen crushes#fictional crushes#crush#love#anime#dame x prince#ruze#ruze selen el phiriazar#dame x prince ruze#royal#prince#angel#golden child#long-haired boy#cute boy#kindness#bishonen#harem anime#anime boys#my crushes#personal crushes#associations#dame x prince aesthetic#ruze selen el phiriazar aesthetic
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this love [h.c]
summary: when you, a care free and headstrong princess, gets assigned a knight, dame hazel callahan, to look after you to ‘keep you line’, you expect to hate her. along the way, that protective and rather charming knight makes her mark on you that you simply can’t ignore. before your twentieth birthday in three months time, you must choose a prince to marry to help you rule the kingdom. will you choose what’s for the good of the kingdom or your aching heart?
pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader
contains: mature language and content, smut, knight!hazel and princess!reader, everyone is kind of an asshole towards reader except for isabel and hazel (womanhood at its finest), periodic homophobia and sexism (the year is 1878), men being absolutely awful towards women.
a/n: the title and fic surrounds the song this love by taylor swift. thank you all for showing support <3
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
#hazel callahan#bottoms movie#hazel callahan x reader#bottoms 2023#wlw#sapphic#ruby cruz#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan fic
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Cartoon Romances + Forehead Kiss
#Tangled The Series#Kim Possible#The Owl House#My Adventures with Superman#The Dragon Prince#Dragons Race to the Edge#Green Lantern The Animated Series#X Men 97#The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2#Winx Club#Moments#Aisha x Nabu#Rapunzel x Eugene#Bonnie x Junior#Amaya x Janai#Hiccup x Astrid#Jean x Scott
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Gods Have Mercy (Daemon x Reader)
This was very particular but so much fun, I was listening to “God help the outcasts” from the hunchback of notre dame which is the whole vibe I’m going for. Please leave a comment about what you think I really do appreciate them. Hope you enjoy
Daemon felt like a fish out of water when he stepped into the Sept, a sea of candles and utter silence as the statue stood tall and stoic, its shadow could frighten a small child or command a common man to bow,
Hesitantly Daemon approached as he looked around to take in the small details, the dim lighting, and the smell of herbs burning, he was not accustomed to the routine of a man that came to pray, truly he was forced to even step foot in here, his brother the king commanded him after he was found on the side of the street naked after a 3-day bender on the streets of silk.
“Wonderful isn’t it? Just its presence brings goosebumps”
A woman’s voice startled him that came from behind, swiftly he spun on his heel to view the person that interrupted his thinking but also kind of knew what was he focusing at.
A young woman dressed in the usual gown of a Septa, as the light managed to shed some light within the room he could see her dark hues that reminded him of grass, her red plump cheeks, and pink lips, she was… beautiful, a concept that was quite foreign for someone that had hid behind the burden of a Septa.
“You are too young to be a Septa”
“You honor me, my prince”
“Why did you even choose this? Or was it forced upon you?”
“You can ask me all the questions you want it will not change the fact that you feel awkward within the walls of our sacred place”
She spoke the truth, Daemon shifted on his feet as he once again looked around to no actual aim, it was just to buy himself some time until he finds the proper way to respond.
“Honestly I am disappointed, I was told I would burn alive if I ever even walked past from here”
“The Gods guide, they forgive, they simply take you under their wing and protect their children that chose to follow their path”
“What happened to you? There must be something that forced you to have this mindset”
The Septa remained silent, she could sense the prince's urge to not only figure out what lay behind her mask but to also find a way to kill time, her guess was that he was not a common visitor, and judging by the comment he was not a follower of the faith either.
She simply walked past him and kneeled in front of the candles, she lit two of them and placed one in front of her and the other by her side, once she intertwined her fingers with one another she waited for him to follow.
“I promise nothing will happen to you if you kneel my prince”
Daemon scoffed at the Septa who called for him, howbeit he complied and with heavy footing and a little bit of grunting, he kneeled and mimicked her gestures.
“A few years ago I fell from the top of a whore house”
“What were you doing on top of a whore house”
“I come from a poor family, we lived near it and I wanted to know what was all the yelling coming from. I was bedridden for a full moon turn, I broke my hand and got an infected cut on my thigh, the fever was the worst part, yet all I could hear was my mother praying, she prayed to the mother to save me, she prayed to…. To take her instead, she offered her life for mine, so I prayed to the mother to spare us, to nourish me back to health, and in exchange, I would devote my life to the faith”
The Septa had not realized she had started to cry, the voice of her mother crying and begging for her child to be saved rung in her head to this day as clear as the sky. Daemon instinctively reached to wipe the Septa’s tears away, the love of a mother was always the strongest force, he could faintly recall his mother, such a spirited woman, he would often wish to feel her hug one more time.
“That is why I believe the Gods will listen to you, is there anything you have to say?”
“I lost my mother due to childbirth, if the Gods listened to you? Why did they ignore her?”
“We are all children of the Gods, some of us must stay and some must depart from the physical realm, you can still find her, in the gust of a wind, within the walls of the Sept, maybe in the silence of your chamber whilst you lay for the night, why don’t you try?”
“How to do I-“
“Just… listen”
Daemon stopped talking, he just waited for something, he did not know exactly what but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth making his shoulders relax.
(Y/n) could slowly pick up his facial expression change, his tough front slowly break and then came one tear, then a second, a minute after that came the first sob, slowly but in a steady pace Daemon went from a cold warrior to a boy that cried with his head on the lap of the Septa who allowed him to be engulfed by the vulnerability he had shoved at the very back of his mind.
Daemon was inconsolable, trembling like a leaf in the winter wind, (y/n)s heart shattered for the poor prince, all she could do was stroke his hair while he fought with the waves of emotions he had turned a blind eye to for years.
“I’m sorry”
“There’s no need to apologize, emotions are what makes us human, mayhaps the saying of Targaryens are closer to gods than to men is not deliberately true”
“What is your name?”
“I am (y/n), my prince”
“(Y/n)”
He whispered more to himself. The name tasted like honey in Daemon's mouth, without really understanding why Daemon smiled at the sound of her name slipping through his lips, it rolled off his tongue so naturally like he was meant to call for her, to meet her.
“Can I see you again?”
“The Sept is my home, my prince, I will be here”
Daemon visited her every morrow after he broke his fast, once he found her lighting some candles, he found her praying, a few times she would conversate with other visitors of the Sept, (y/n) would be there for him for as long as he needed, however, it would always be on arm's length, a veil of faith and celibacy kept them apart, (y/n) could not marry nor bare children, she would forever be a maiden dedicated to the Mother.
(y/n) had once professed her wish to help women with childbirth, perhaps be a midwife for the poor, her selfless act was astonishing to Daemon, a young lady that was so soft-spoken and kind that some would say she was the Maiden herself in human form that came down to serve the Mother, Daemon witnessed how others would yearn for (y/n)s encouragement, old women and men, even children would run to her and hug her, he could imagine what it would be like if their children ran to her arms.
“May the Warrior guide you and keep you safe my prince”
“Can I write to you?”
“It is not common”
“Would you get in trouble?”
“The followers can be close to us in any way they wish”
“Then I want to write to you”
“As you wish”
(Y/n)s heart skipped a beat at the pressing question of Daemon, she had prayed many times asking why the Gods send her such temptation, the kind prince that tested her oath every day with his gentle words and soft touch, the Father was resting her judgment there was no doubt about that.
“I- I want to give you this”
(Y/n) presented a small pendant that was the star of the seven, it wasn’t of value but (y/n) had prayed over it and begged the mother to protect Daemon, to wrap him in her cloak and keep him safe.
“It would mean a great deal to me if you wore it”
“Thank you, I shall bring it back to you, alive”
(Y/n) subtly looked around before she gave in to her urge and rushed into his arms for a hug, she might never see him again, war was cruel and the Stranger visited often if this was their last encounter then she shall at least know what his hugs felt like.
Daemon hugged her tightly, he feared for his life but mostly he feared that he might never be able to call for her again, to say her name and see her bright smile on every morrow.
“If I come back, I want us to leave together”
“Daemon”
“Please (y/n), see it as a sign, if I survive this then we are meant to be together, the Mother will protect me only if you agree to marry me”
“Do not use the Gods for a vile game”
“It is not a game, I-I love you”
“Leave, please”
“(Y/n)”
“May the Gods have mercy on your soul”
She simply dismissed him after she pulled away to turn her back on him, Daemon took a step but stopped before he took another, he could not see it but (y/n) was already tearing up, she felt her heart rip to pieces as his steps echoed less and less until they became nothing, the silence lasted only a minute before her sobs took over.
In a blink of an eye (y/n) kneeled in front of the candles, the burden was a heavy one for a girl, she had never experienced such a trial, she had almost looked the Stranger in the eye still this was the most difficult of all.
“I beg you, Mother, I beg the Gods, show me a sign, I do not know what to do, I am a mere mortal, help your child, if you can hear me, please help me”
She muttered in between her cries, she felt weak, unable to continue by the fear of making the wrong choice as she stood at a crossroads, was this union a blessing or a test?
Daemon fought fiercely during the day and at night he would lay and play with the pendant, twirling it around his fingers and sometimes even resting it on top of his lips, was she praying for him? Was she waiting for him? Did she wish to see him again? Questions raced in his head before the dreams took over and brought him the gift of imagination, his precious (y/n) playing with their children, 5 children, he could almost taste her but she was always slipping through his fingers, never enough time to hug her as tightly as he could.
(Y/n) was tormented, with bags under her usually bright eyes, sunken cheeks, and pain growing on her legs as her mother fell ill, with a high fever, (y/n) stood by her side until the very end.
“Go to him, my sweetling, he waits for you”
Her mother whispered before she left her last breath, (y/n) had tired herself from crying to the point that she did not know what was she even crying about anymore, was it the worrying over Daemon? Her mother's passing? The overall confusion over what her life has come to?
“(Y/n)?”
She brushed it off as her mind playing tricks with her now, she continued to pray along, it was the only thing that had kept her somewhat sane, the Gods had been cruel to her, not only did they take away her mother but Daemon has stopped sending her ravens if he was alive and well was unknown to her.
“(Y/n)”
Could it be? (Y/n) slowly turned her head towards the direction of the voice, there he stood, Daemon, her prince, his hair was short and he was skinnier than the last time she saw him.
(Y/n) wiped away her tears but remained kneeled, has she lost her mind? Was she seeing just a vision or was he truly standing there? Her lip quivered as they both stood frozen, waiting for the other to do something.
“It’s me, my dearest”
He whispered to reassure her. Daemon sensed her pain, her questions, and how she was afraid to make a step, he knew it well, they were times he could have sworn he saw her on the battlefield or waiting for him on his bed, and others he could hear her praying.
(Y/n) In an instant rose and ran to him, she fell in his arms as she was engulfed by a plethora of emotions that drowned but one overtook all, relief.
“You are alive”
“I made a promise, I needed to bring you your pendant”
She laughed between her sobs as she wrapped her arms around him one more time, squeezing the life out of him but he did not mind, her hug was the closest thing Daemon had felt when it came to religion, she was his church.
“I missed you”
“We must go”
“What?”
“Get us out of here before I change my mind”
“What has gotten into you?”
“Do you want to question me now that I am agreeing to your plans?”
Daemon could not contain himself anymore, before (y/n) could comprehend or respond his lips had crashed into hers into a deep, passionate kiss, soon his arms wrapped around her waist to bring her as close as humanly possible, it was (y/n)s first kiss.
“Let us leave before the Hods strike us for sinning”
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(Y/n) and Daemon chose to make their home in Pentos, a beautiful free city that (y/n) had dreamed of visiting, they had eloped the day they landed, (y/n) wore a simple gown and it was the first time Daemon saw her hair, her beautiful mane that framed her face perfectly, she was his for the rest of their life and hopefully the next, how could a woman so perfect love a sinner like him?
The raven Daemon send to king landing to announce the birth of their first child angered the faith to no end, the rogue prince had lured a Septa and turned her to lust and sin, and whispers grew about their children being cursed, that they were all deformed and that is why they did not dare to come back.
Daemon shielded his family from such vile words, (y/n) was gracious to bless him with 5 children, 4 girls, and one boy, all of them beautiful, kind, and happy, (y/n) and daemon made sure of that.
Daemon had gifted (y/n) with creating a Sept for her after she gave birth to their first daughter, Elara, she had deep grey eyes like a wolf and dirty blonde hair like the color of a golden sunset, when Daemon walked in to find (y/n) holding their daughter after laboring for a full day he cried, his wife, his love, she created life.
“Thank you”
“For what?”
“For everything”
Then came their son Aeron, who came rather quickly and without fuss, (y/n) only felt some discomfort during her evening nap and the maester had just stepped into the room when the babe was crowning, he had his mother's eyes and hair as white as snow.
Adira gave everyone a surprise, she was not alone, she was with her twin sister, Naeva, who was frail and so small in comparison to Adira who was chubby and red-cheeked, (y/n) refused to leave Naevas side, she would spend her nights in a rocking chair by her cradle.
And then came their last little girl, (y/n) would often reminisce about the day that her children burst into the room after the labor to peak at their new sibling, Aeron was the first to hold her, and the little boy was in utter awe of the new sister, he had leaned to place a peck on top of the babes head.
“Mother, I was hoping I could name her”
“What do you suggest sweetling?”
“Avyanna”
“It is a perfect name for a princess, don’t you think so my love?”
“Indeed, it’s settled then”
Avyanna was a spitting image of her mother, except for the dark lavender eyes, she had even inherited (y/n)s hair which made her stand out from her siblings, she had a few blonde streaks but you couldn’t see them if her hair was pulled up.
Daemon was proud of his family, he patted himself on the back for being able to rise to the occasion and prove himself worthy of (y/n)s love, he took great care of his lady wife, anything his family wished for they had their feet.
(y/n) worried that the children will grow spoiled, she taught them the importance of sharing and the great value of gratitude through her faith that she never forgot, often she was seen attending orphanages and anyone that knocked on their door for help.
“Alright now settle down, this ceremony is sacred and serious, you must be on your best behavior”
“We know Mother”
“My dear, you have told them about it a thousand times now”
“I’m sorry, I am just-”
“I know”
Daemon brought his wife closer by the waist to place a kiss on top of her covered hair, she was dressed in all black like everyone else but you could understand that this meant more to her than just a funeral, it was their first time back in Westeros, the Targaryens had never seen their children, her heart beat fast at the mere idea of her little ones getting insulted or ridiculed in any way.
All of them remained close to their mother and father, Daemon held Avyanna in his arms, and (y/n) frowned as she caressed her daughter's cheek, she wanted to hold her but she was still sore, the maester advised her to refrain from lifting anything.
Naturally, Daemon led (y/n) to their chamber the minute the eulogy ended, he did not care about mingling or anything that had to do with people that turned their noses up on (y/n) and their children.
“You must rest”
“I feel fine”
“And you will feel even better if you lay down”
(Y/n) knew better than to chastise her husband on this matter, Daemon was an overprotective man especially when it came to her and her health, they had already had a fright he was not willing to take any chances.
“The strangers visit is the one I fear the most amongst the Gods, he sparred me once, now twice”
“And thrice if needed, I will not let them take you”
“It is not up to us to decide”
“It is up to us to be careful, you gave our family 5 perfect children that need their mother, we are in no need of another”
“If the mother gave us 5 why did she take this one? And the one before that, mayhaps-”
“(Y/n)”
“It is not pleasant I know but I constantly feel cursed”
“You are not cursed nor our children, let us not speak on this again, please”
(Y/n) did not verbally respond, she chose the route of getting up from their bed and reaching for Daemon to hug him, Daemon trembled at the thought of losing her, seeing her in insufferable pain and grief while blood stained the sheets was horrid, he could not imagine what (y/n) went through, of course, he wanted a big family but it was not worth the price of (y/n)s life, none of it would be worth it without her.
The vulnerable scene between husband and wife was interrupted by a knock on the door, Elara was white as a ghost and her hands were shaking, (y/n) feared for the worst at the sight of their distraught daughter.
“What is it dear?”
“Aeron claimed a dragon but he got into a fight”
“Gods have mercy, show me”
(Y/n) prayed as she walked to wherever her eldest daughter led them, she spotted Aeron from a mile away, her son sat in a chair next to another young boy who was getting his wounds tended by a master.
“Oh, my love, my sweet little boy, what happened?”
“I am fine mother, I’m unharmed”
“Gods be good”
(Y/n) wrapped her arms around her son as tight as possible, Aeron was aware of his mother's fear of him and his siblings getting in harm's way, but he did not fuss over how tight she was hugging him quite the contrary after such an event he relished the familiar loving embrace of his mother.
“Yes the boy is safe but my son has lost an eye”
“I do not follow”
“Your son claimed a dragon while Aemond claimed Vhagar, your daughter and son were present when my son was attacked”
“Stole Vhagar”
“You cannot steal a dragon, little girl”
“Elara! Be respectful”
(Y/n) scolded her daughter who hunched over at her seat, (y/n) did not raise her voice often so when she did her children did not take it well.
“Queen Alicent, I trust my children allow me to ask them for the truth”
“Aemond, Elara, and I were wondering when we saw Vhagar, I pushed Elara to stay back and Aemond did not follow, he claimed Vhagar like Elara claimed Silverwing, when Aemond flew that’s when Vermithor came, I figured that if Silverwing came for Elara then Vermithor might be here for me, Elara and I flew with our dragons when we landed the only thing we saw was”
“Was what?”
“Prince Lucerys attacked Prince Aemond, he had a knife”
Elara finished her brothers' sentence, Elara was always brave and stoic, whilst Aeron was noble and level-headed.
(Y/n) hesitated, her children wouldn’t lie to her, if it happened as they say then it means her children could not have possibly interfered with the squabble nor saved Prince Aemond.
Daemon walked to his wife’s side and pancaked his arm around her shoulders for comfort, he could sense that (y/n) feared what to say, she did not want to upset nor make matters worst in front of the king and queen.
“My children are not responsible for the injury of Prince Aemond although it still is a grim affair”
“Grim affair? My son has been maimed”
“While Aeron was in the sky with his sister”
“They could have-“
“They could have what? My children are not fortune tellers nor do they have the eyes of a hawk to see what is happening on the ground”
Daemon defended his son and took a few steps towards Queen Alicent, (y/n) went back to her son to hold his hand in support of him, Elara got up from her seat to go over to the other side of her mother and hold her other hand.
Rhaenyra stood by her son's side as she watched Daemon defend his family, 10 years passed and he was a different person, now he had 5 children and a personality that Rhaenyra could not recognize, how he stood up for his son, how endearing he had been with his wife, how he completely ignored and avoided her, the Dragon had circled (y/n) and their two children, willing to do anything and go against anyone to keep them safe.
“This is a matter between you, my family had no part in this”
“They encouraged Aemond to go to Vhagar”
“They did no such thing, my children were playing and Aeron protected his sister, you can spew lies as much as you wish Alicent but I know the truth”
“Which is?”
“That my son claimed the dragon of a previous king and that is a matter for us to celebrate, you can kill each other for all I care, my wife and I will escort our children to their chambers and tomorrow my son will mount his dragon back home”
Alicent refrained from responding, even a Hightower knew that there was a line that she mustn’t cross when it came to Targaryens, Aeron had a dragon now, Vermithor flew just to find him, Daemon puffed out his chest before he also went back to join his family, with his one hand he guided his son to stand up on his feet and patted him on the shoulder.
“This is a blessing, my only son has a dragon like my eldest daughter, I will not let anyone taint this day for you”
“Thank you father”
“Queen Alicent, the Hightowers have always been a family that followed the guidance of the seven, the father is a just God, seek for his voice and find it in your heart to understand that our children are not responsible”
“Or don’t, the father will not be here to help you once you attempt to point your finger to my son”
Daemon hissed at Alicent, “how did these two even came together?” The queen thought, however it was as clear as day that she was stepping to dangerous territory, (y/n) was a pious person but even she could not save Alicent from Daemons aggressive nature, she could only offer a small way out before the inevitable happened.
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Fandom: TRR AU/ Once upon a time prequel
Series: Estranged
Pairings:Liam x Savannah
Word count:2180
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.
Rating: Mature
Warning: none
A/N: The @kingliamappreciationweek (day 4 ) made me dust some old drafts and bring this forgotten tale to you. Thank you @lizzybeth1986 for bringing life back into my writing by encouraging me and beta reading this.
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Cordonia, nine years ago. Liam’s study.
“Father, I dont think we need to have the whole social season and waste money.”
Constantine chuckled, “So, I can call Godfrey and Madeliene back from England. Thank goodness. At Least, one of my son saved some grace.”
“Father, I never said anything about Countess Madeliene.”
“Who is it then?”
Liam grinned like a fool in love thinking about her. “Someone you know and you have loved and cared about all these years.”
“I care for her as a royal responsibility although I never liked her, Liam. But I am fine if you choose Olivia. At least it’s someone who will be loyal to you. I have done enough for her and this is the least she can do to repay.”
Liam’s jaw dropped listening to Constantine’s thoughts. But it was not the right time to nudge him on that. “Father, it’s not Olivia.” He said just a note above a whisper.
“Who else then?”
Liam looked down at the majestic blue carpet, a smile playing on his lips. “Savannah.”
“Savannah who?”
“Savannah Jane Walker, sir.” Liam said puzzled at his father’s incomprehensibility. “Daughter of your most loyal kings guard and friend.”
“That commoner? Oh Liam, you are just like your father. Falling so easily for some random dame. Guess what? You are a royal, son. You can have all such damsels dancing to your tune. And you can even choose someone as your mistress.”
Liam was disgusted at such a cheap thought. But he tried to maintain the decorum. “Father, I am serious. I really like her and would want to marry her.”
Constantine fumed, “How can you disrespect me like that Liam? You are the crown prince. The whole country is looking up to you. They want to see a queen by your side. Not some roadside commoner, who doesn’t know a thing about what’s it to be noble alone, forget being royalty. This is preposterous and utterly irresponsible behaviour on your part. I am so disappointed in you at this moment, Liam.”
“Father...”
“No, Liam. You can’t betray me like this. Not after what Leo did. My son, my hard work, my life, everything depends upon your this one decision. Don’t let me down my child. Not you too.” He choked.
The air felt thick around Liam. He loosened his tie trying to breathe. The burden of the throne was feeling heavy on his shoulders. He sat down on the sofa with a thud, unlike his gentle mannerisms. How many times he had to sacrifice his wishes for the country?
“A commoner will never fit in the nobility of Cordonia, Liam. You need to be practical.” Constantine said in a pleading tone.
“You are right, father.” Liam closed his eyes. “A commoner will never fit. Mother did not fit . Even if she tried, they won’t let her live. You are right, father. A commoner will never fit.”
He got up with a resolution in his mind, thinking of Savannah, feeling her love giving him strength. He bent over the table in front of Constantine and looked him straight into his eyes.
“If a commoner like mother could not fit, how can her poor son fit in, father? I think you need a pure blood to carry your legacy ahead.”
“Liam, you are crossing line.”
“No Father, I am creating a line for you to stop at. I did everything you asked me to do. I stood firm for your nobility, on my own mother’s funeral, when all I wanted to do was hug her and cry. I accepted Regina even before I was done mourning for my mother, because you needed a queen besides. I sat sincerely for all my classes and trainings. I picked up the burden of Leo’s responsibilities for you.” He heaved.
“You dont get all these luxuries for free, Liam. This palace, the richest, the comforts are all I built up.”
Liam started laughing making Constantine stop and look at him in confusion. Liam scoffed, “I should have known, you can only love yourself.”
“Liam!”
“No, Father. I have been what you wanted me to be, what this country wanted me to be. But this country needs stability too which I can give them.” Liam emphasized by slapping his chest , clearly showing Constantine, who is in power. “Savannah brings me that calmness and peace. So if you want me, you get us together or you may start searching for a new heir. “
Liam slammed his hands on the table and stomped off leaving a speechless Constantine.
That evening , Liam decided to meet Savannah. He phoned her and to his amazement she called him to her room. He had never dared to openly visit her but he was done hiding so he walked down undeterred to the chambers in the left wing. The door was wide open. He was deep in his thoughts and entered in without knocking. He stopped in his tracks. Tariq sat idly on the recliner, checking something on his phone. The bed in front of him had a suitcase half filled. Savannah walked out of the walk in closet and chimed, “Prince Liam!”
Tariq straightened up and greeted, “What a pleasant surprise! What brings you here?”
Liam couldn’t understand what Tariq was doing with Savannah? “You are going out somewhere?” he asked.
“Yes Li. Savannah agreed to accompany me on my next business trip."
Liam still was clueless. He had too many thoughts running in his mind. He waved off what Tariq said and turned to Savannah . “I need to talk to you. “
“Yes, please go ahead.”
“Tariq?” Liam asked in a tone demanding privacy.
Tariq fumbled with his belongings and got up. “Sure Li.” He waved at Savannah throwing a flying kiss at her, “ See you soon, beautiful.”
What shocked Liam even more was Savannah giggling at the flirtation. “What was that?” he couldn’t resist but ask.
“Nothing.” She said smiling still looking after where he left.
“What am I missing? Why is he sending you flying kisses. ” Liam probed again.
“Oh that?” Savannah shyly looked away, folding the clothes in her hands. “He proposed yesterday.”
“He what? “
“He proposed and since then he has not stopped making it public to each and every one.”
“Savannah, let me get this straight. He proposed and you said no. “
“ Why will I say no to such a lucrative offer?”
“Savannah, are you in your senses? You are telling me that you accepted Tariq’s proposal?”
“Yes, silly. Stop beating around. “ She started meticulously rolling her socks into pairs and placing them in the bag.
“Savannah! Please stop it. What kind of joke is this?”
She stopped and looked at Liam repeating in a serious tone, “Its not a joke Liam. I am engaged to Tariq.”
Liam lunged at her, grabbing her shoulders and jerking her. “What about us? What were we doing all these years?”
Savannah shook his arms away and moved out of his clutches. “That was two young people having fun.”
Liam looked at her in disbelief. “I thought you loved me Savannah.”
“I loved you.” She whispered. But the next moment she turned away to harden her heart before she spoke. “But things have changed now. You are not the spare anymore. You need to understand Liam. You are going to be a king. There will be tons and tons of never ending responsibilities. I can’t just submerge myself under all that weight and spoil my youth and my life.”
Liam was shocked to see this image of Savannah. “And you think you will enjoy yourself with a person like Tariq?”
“Definitely yes. He has all the money I need. He goes on lot of business trips , so I get to see the world. He has contacts with all the who’s who so I get to be in the best company without carrying the burden I have to carry with u.”
“I can’t believe I loved you, Savannah. You turned out to be a chameleon. How can you be daughter of a man like Jackson or sister of my best friend Drake? You seriously can’t be this shallow.”
“Oh please! Don’t start a lecture now. I am packing for a cruise to Thailand. Don’t spoil my mood.”
Liam started walking away agitatedly. He stopped at her doorsteps and turned around to look at her one last time. “Bon Voyage!”
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The Royal Caribbean Cruise ship
Savannah sat on the desk in her cabin, trying to write a letter.
“Dear mom,
By the time this letter reaches you, I will be far away.” she shook her head and crumpled the paper.
“Dear mom,
I am pregnant…” she sucked in a breath thinking about her mother's reaction to dropping a bomb with a news like that. She tore off this one into tiniest pieces so that no one knows.
“Dear mom,
I know you must be worried about my whereabouts…”
She let out a sigh. ‘This will do’, she thought. She took some time to jot down the details for her mother. She was folding the letter when there was a knock on the door. She opened it to let Tariq in. She pushed the letter in an envelope and sealed it.
“We are reaching Port Said in some time, Savannah.” Tariq informed her.
“I will get my bags ready.” She got up.
Tariq stopped her. “Savannah, you don't have to do this. You can stay. Just come along. It will be a good distraction.”
“Thank you. But I have many things to sort out before,” she abruptly stopped. She can't spill it in front of Tariq. So she tried to cover up. “...before next season.”
“As you wish. I would still suggest that you should try talking it out with him. He is a good man, Savannah. We have been close friends.”
“I know. I have known him since I was a toddler, Tariq. But this whole mess cannot be sorted out just by talking. He has to stand for his country. I can't stand besides him in that role. And staying there, watching him so closely will be very painful. It's for the good.”
Savannah bid Tariq goodbye, thanking him for all his help and deported on the port of Egypt. She found the nearest courier service and sent the letter to her mother. She proceeded to her final destination immediately.
It was a long journey of two days via road and ferry. Finally after a few more days of settling down in the small village, Savannah sat one day on the serene banks of the river Golo. A lot had happened in the past few days. And all she could do was pen it down.
So she decided to find closure through a letter.
Liam,
I love you. I will always love you. I am sorry I had to leave. I am sorry I hurt you. But I couldn't bear the rift that was being created within your family because of me.
Li, you have been beside me since I was a little girl. You made me feel like a princess even when you had the real ones fawning over you. You spoiled me, you pampered me, you loved me and I can't thank my stars for having you in my life. But sometimes that's not enough.
I know you will be disturbed by what transpired. You will be upset, but when your people and your country needs you, I know you will leave everything aside and you will again stand up and be the great person you are, Liam. I admire you for this strength, grit and determination that you always display. I hope I am able to teach our child these amazing qualities of yours.
Yes Li, we are going to have a baby. You are going to be a father soon. It's sad that you will never know but believe me I wanted to tell you. I came to share the good news with you but the way your father turned the whole conversation into an emotional hurricane for you, I knew you would have to agree with him. I didn't want to put you in a dilemma. I did what I could think of that moment to push you away from me, to give you the freedom to choose your duties.
Someday, when and if we ever meet, I hope you will realise and understand my actions and forgive me. Till then I am going to keep your memories and your love safely hidden in my heart.
You have a lot happening around you and the world isn't a fair place. I want you to take care of yourself, my love and I promise to look after our baby till we meet next.
Until then..
Au revoir Liam
Yours always
Savannah Jane Walker - Rhys.
She read it a few more times until the tears started blotting the written words. She then let the letter down the stream of river and watched as the black ink on the paper vanished into the blue waters and the wet paper drowned into the nethers of the river.
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