#hes. inti all that.

[crow-with-a-pencil]

A little burnt on the way out but they're okay

(Quasar by @intistone and Firefly by moi)

[mystifiedmess]

Prongsfoot week #day3

(organised by @jmagnabo92, that I'm just completely revelling in)

•Favorite Canon/Potentially Canon moment

also as I'm editing this in the end I realise i understood this completely wrongly– and used this as fav dialogue about the duo so sorry!

so, so so many (from the five pages that we have)

1) i had to do this as the first one okay, this sentence lives in my head RENT FREE i had to

"It's been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don't miss your dad." – Sirius Black

like can we scream about itttt it's been 14 years 14 freaking years and yes, granted sirus didn't get a chance to cope or do anything

but even the the amount of frankly devotion (@padfootastic used that word once and i have to yet shut up about it it's the most perfect word for them) is mesmerizing.

2) You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta,’ murmured Professor McGonagall. ‘Do you remember who his best friend was?’

‘Naturally,’ said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. ‘Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here – ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!’

rosmerta you have my heart for saying these words, the world may consider you a throwaway side character, but not to me– you, along with prof. flitwick spoke the golden words about the friendship between james and sirius. first time reading it inwas like oh shit that's bad to be betrayed like that but on subsequent rereads you're like– oh, oh shit that's bad how did they even think Sirius could something like that to james

3) the 800 word story. it's such a unique perspective on these two messers from canon perspective cause we don't really see them interact (untainted by anything else, ever) because the story fucking starts with james dying they are shown in a very angst heavy scene throughout. and we don't really have anyone to show all the lovely beautiful boyish young parts of them.

and this story was wonderful in showing that– them racing the bike, elevendork , the bantering and also the the sudden ease with which they transform from two 19 year olds to war soliders and also the ease with which they took them down i have no doubt that this James Potter thrice defied voldemort

4) this is a mix of every little and not so little moment from canon that just manages to ruin me with 100 paper thin cuts and I'm not even mad at it– the mirrors for detention, Godfather, best man, running away to james, becoming animagi for remus (somehow i really don't think peter thought of doing this), "probably slytherin" and "i thought you seemed alright" maybe I'll break the tradition (aw kid, you're definitely gonna shake things up dw) also young sirus black in chapter one when re-read ing it hurts so much. just the myriad of pain and love that they are.

[peachfruitcake]

I’ve developed a reoccurring hyperfixation on nueva canción chilena ever since last year and it’s making me even more excited on the idea of flying over there

[cyanocoraxx]

things about my snakes 

- inti. capricorn, brazilian rainbow boa. he is practical, and by that i mean, he has bitten six people. the first time he bit me there was a lot of blood. it was an accident. when he bit my abuser, there was blood, and it was not an accident. he coiled around me and i swear he sensed it, too. whenever we passed by that man he would coil tighter, strike like lightning. i think he knew. a scar all around his middle. i cut him free from plastic and yes, he bit me, but he was in pain, so i didn’t blame him. who protected who? who understood what hurting was? i think it was mutual. a rainbow in a storm for seven years. there was beauty in the blood. now, we both rest. we both fill in the scars with new colours.

- latte. lesser royal python. i made coffee for a living, back then. i used to stir clockwise to manifest love. i think i found it when i found him. seven years in a dark box, no light. what he doesn’t know is, he is the light. five years on and he eats better now. when the sun is out, he sits patiently in his wooden log and basks. this is freedom, i think. to just be and to be in the sunlight. brown freckles. hints of purple and iridescence on scales. it’s sad but beautiful, i think, that nobody else has seen it but me and a few others. he deserved to be seen. he didn’t deserve the dark. i still drink coffee from time to time. i still stir clockwise for him. add a little sugar for sweetness.

[angelcorebabyowo]

Smp headcanon of the day:

Tommy has a form of commitment issues that affect his ability to stay in a stable environment for to long after everything he's been through.

He also freaks out at the idea of things changing Round him while he is still forced to stay the same but that's like 89% canon.

[mintmatcha]

MINT!!!! Did I SEE THAT CORRECTLY?? I thought you hated Kuroo 👀

LISTEN... I MAY HAVE HAD A LAPSE IN JUDGEMENT!!! he was pretty for a second. back to hating him

[coffeewithcalypso]

So far this week:

- The king cake thing I do every year that is the most cursed work project every year is ALREADY starting to fall apart and it's only September

- My mom is in the hospital (everything's fine, supposedly, now that we're past the initial scare, she's even still talking like we're going to our lake get away this weekend which feels insane but okay I guess)

- Our family dog of sixteen years passed away today. She wasn't my dog but she was a sweetheart and it'll be weird not to have her there

- I never heard from a guy I gave my number to Saturday. Arguably the least concerning thing on this list but somehow the one I'm personally most preoccupied with

[cpt-indigo]

NOOOOOOOO

[bangcakes]

um..... tragic that robert pattinson didnt read for the audiobook ver. of midnight sun.......

[flowers-for-freaks]

Do you know how hard it is to talk about Amiibos when youre curled up behind the registers trying not to throw up or move at all?

The guy was super nice though and understood i wasnt feeling good he insisted i was fine just sitting there,l

[tony-montana-shit]

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[ivi-prism]

⭐️ Gesamtkunstwerk ⭐️

sorry to anyone who’s not enjoying this I’m having the time of my life

[kynrki]

MY ONLY LOVE!

pairing: niki x gn!reader, genre: fluff, warnings: a kiss, teasing, wc: 1086

AN — happiest of birthdays to the best boy out there🌟

“come one we gotta keep quiet” jungwon said as he pushed you outside the dorm door. it was your boyfriend, nikis, birthday and the boys wanted to celebrate it with him. but unfortunately niki had been a bit sad lately, as he didn’t have time to see you or even phone you, and you were ignoring his texts.

well, you weren’t ignoring them on purpose, you couldn’t really use your phone on an airplane. plus it was a surprise. since you knew he had been down lately due to his rambles to heeseung who told you, you decided to come out and visit him for the week. they anyways had off because of the world tour that had happened.

“niki!” jungwon knocked on his door. “go away hyung” he said as jungwon heard the bed sheets move. jungwon sighed and rolled his eyes before smiling slightly and opening his door. niki rolled over to look at jungwon, who had the rest of the members behind him, with a cake. “happy birthday to you” they all started singing.

niki smiled slightly at the thought that his members put a bit of effort in for him. they all gave him gifts too, he was forever thankful for his second family. they had managed to put a smile on the boys face after a week of being down. “hope you enjoy it niki bro” jake said as he placed a hand on his shoulder before walking out. the rest of the members followed after him except for jungwon.

“i have one last gift for you” jungwon said as he smiled at niki. niki looked at him in confusion, eyebrows furrowing in the process. jungwon had already gotten him something, something that was expensive might he add. “hyung its really no nee-“ “shush will you, jus take it please” jungwon interrupted him. “okay the gift is here, enjoy niki” he said before he walked out the younger boys room.

niki once again tilted his head in confusion. he saw a box left on the table they ate the cake from. he careful got up from the bed and moved closer to the table. on the box there stood, “to my only love, from yn” niki smiled as he thought about how you still made an effort to give him something. unbeknownst to him, you were standing right outside his door.

once he opened the box, there stood 2 bracelets. one with your name, for him, and one with his name, for you. he laughed as he remembered how he said he wanted a necklace with your initial on it. he picked up the piece of jewellery and held it in his hand. his smile slowly dropped at the thought of you not answering him anymore.

he sighed and put the bracelet back, before he closed the box he caught a glimpse of a note all the way at the bottom. he slowly picked it up and turned it around to read. it stood, “will you put the bracelet on me? - yn, p.s. look up” he furrowed his eyebrows before looking up at the door that was open.

his eyes widened. his jaw fell slack as the note in his hand fell onto the floor, long forgotten. was he seeing this right? there you were, standing in his doorway with his hoodie on. he rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing things right. “i promise im not fake” you said as you chuckled slightly, smiling at him.

he was frozen. his lips felt dry and so did his throat. it felt like forever since he saw you. he quickly got up and ran towards you, pulling you into his embrace tightly, placing his face into your neck. he breathed out a breath he didnt know he had. “youre here” he said into your neck. “i am baby” you whispered softly as you moved your hands from his back to his hair, softly playing with it.

niki had you in his embrace for about 5 minutes before you told him to let go of you. to his dismay, he had to. you walked out of nikis room, with a giant baby following you. you tried to grab your suitcase but was quickly denied as niki insisted he took it to his room for you.

after being rushed inti his room, he closed his door and climbed into bed, not before grabbing the bracelet box for you two. he quickly held out his hand and put the bracelet in your palm so that you could put it on for him. after you clicked in on, he grabbed your wrist and put your one on too, jus like you asked him in the note.

he then got comfortable on the bed and patted the spot next to him for you to lay. he sighed in content as he snuggled closer to you and had your hands playing with his hair.

“i hope you said thank you to jungwon for this, he was the one who helped me” you said as you looked down at niki. “i will tomorrow i promise, i jus want to spend my birthday with the person i love right now” he said with his eyes closed.

“was the reason you were ignoring me because you were traveling” niki asked after a while of silence. “yeah” you said. “sorry about that by the way, it was hard i wont lie but im here now” you continued as you looked down at him. “good, i was scared you were gonna break up with me or something” he said as he looked up at you. you frowned. “i doubt i’ll break up with you niki, youre the best” you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “good” he said as he laid his head back in your neck.

soon nikis breathing started to slow down indicating he was asleep. “i love you my boy, happy birthday” you whispered as you placed a kiss on his forehead. “i love you too, thank you” he said softly as he looked up at you. you smiled as you leaned down to kiss his lips. he gladly accepted it as he closed his eyes and relaxed in the kiss. he missed the taste of your cherry chapstick. you pulled away and gave him a another peck while smiling.

“lets go sleep now” you said as you pulled the covers over you both. he nodded his head before actually falling asleep this time.

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[zoeykallus]

Trying to think of HC’s that you’ve not done is hard 😂 how about how each of TBB boys react to reader giving them a spontaneous kiss when they’re not dating? if you’ve done something like that then pls ignore me ❤️ love ur work

😂 Okay yeah meanwhile there has been a lot of stuff already done. But this is so cute, first spontaneous kiss before a relationship or Dating.... Oh yes, my head's full of scenes just thinking about it! Thanks for the input my dear!

The Bad Batch x Reader - Unexpected First Kiss

Warning: Maybe Slightly Suggestive

Hunter:

You are frustrated and a little overwhelmed with cleaning your new weapon. Hunter, seeing the grim look on your face, sits down with you and in his calm, deep voice explains what you're doing wrong and shows you how to do it right. Our patient leader, repeats the process again calmly and attentively. You are so relieved that he does not judge you or make fun of you. You give him your warmest smile, then your lips gently touch his cheek. Very gently for a slightly longer moment. He holds perfectly still, feeling the warmth of your lips, it tingles under his skin and you feel yourself getting warm, you can't believe you found the courage to do this.

He looks at you from wide eyes, his expression, shy bashfulness and confusion.

"Thanks Hunter"

"Yeah… thanks… I mean sure… you're welcome"

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The first kiss on the mouth you give him is a little unexpected for both of you. You have a little disagreement, nothing severe, but more of a discussion, the exchange of words goes back and forth and somehow, you get closer and closer.

You say, "You're annoying" and it's more or less fun.

And he returns in the same manner "Look who's talking".

Your glances hang on each other. Your faces come closer and closer. On impulse, you grab his face and press your lips gently but firmly to his. You hear a low, half-suppressed moan from Hunter that you can't quite place. As you pull away from his lips and withdraw without a word, he stands there watching you, his eyes misty, his mouth ever so slightly open. His heart races, his senses go crazy and he catches his breath hastily because he realizes that he had been holding it all the time. He wants to say something, but everything is jumbled in his head, so he watches a little helplessly as you leave the room.

Echo

He's stressed, something didn't go according to plan, you were in danger and it shouldn't have happened, it clearly wasn't his fault, but he still feels responsible, he often does by the way, just like Hunter, but Echo really gets into it.

"Something like that shouldn't happen!" he exclaims "To avoid situations like that we make plans! That almost went sideways!"

He gets agitated, pacing back and forth as he does so, getting further and further into it.

"Echo!"

"What?!" his tone is rude and harsh at first, but his expression immediately softens as he realizes it' s you who interrupted him.

He blinks and watches you move closer. You put your arms around his shoulders and pull him towards you.

"I'm fine, thank you Echo!"

The words come softly and warmly over your lips, the sound alone tingles under his skin, then he feels your lips on his cheek and he grows eerily warm. He starts to stammer, but no real sentence comes out. Finally, Echo clears his throat, his usually pale face has taken on a slightly pinkish glow.

"Just want to keep you safe, Mesh'la," he finally says softly.

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He is so shy and you know he will probably never make the first move, at least not the way you want him to. But what does that matter, he doesn't have to. Show a little intiative.

You're having a conversation, you're close, the posture, choice of words and tone are clear, it's a very delicate flirtation, sweet and innocent with a hint of "I want you." Echo smiles a lot, looks here and there and can't quite meet your gaze. He nervously scuffles his foot while talking to you and is just stunningly cute, you want to bite off a piece of him (metaphorically, don't get any ideas!).

You take his face in both hands and his eyes finally look into yours, he looks at you, attentively, a bit like a scared deer and yet fascinated at the same time. The first moment your lips touch his he tears his eyes open even wider, but you don't see that. But he finally closes them and wraps his real arm around you, melting into your kiss. He won't let you go so quickly now.

Wrecker

Our big boy, well you can't get to him that easily to kiss him, at least not to surprise him. You'll have to wait until he's seated if you don't want to ask him to lean in to you.

It's a simple gesture, sure you're really attracted to him, but this one kiss you give him today is pure affection without ulterior motives. He's sitting in the cockpit with his brothers. He is so lively and sweet, your heart is all soft and way too big for your chest. You gently place your hands on his shoulders, lean forward and kiss him softly on the cheek. Everything falls silent, including Wrecker. You realize why, and you retreat from the room with a nervous smile.

As soon as you're out of earshot, Wrecker rumbles, "She/He/They like(s) me!" as if he's achieved his life's goal.

He playfully punches Tech on the shoulder who dodges annoyed and gets hit anyway.

Wrecker laughs heartily, happier than you can imagine.

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You both know that it will happen any moment, it's not really a surprise. You look at each other and it's clear in the room, a slight tension between you, a tingling under the skin.

You smile at each other and you both feel that warmth. Wrecker gently grabs your hips and lifts you a bit to help you sit on the cabinet he's standing next to, now you're practically at the perfect height, just need to lean forward ever so slightly.

Wrecker laughs softly and asks, "You want to kiss me, don't you, Mesh'la?"

You gently grab the collar of his Blacks peeking out from under the breastplate of his armor and pull him toward you. He lets it happen and already closes his eyes as your face comes closer, his expression so gentle, joyful and relaxed that you grin for a moment before your lips finally touch his and he sighs softly into your kiss.

Tech

New technology that you absolutely can not figure out, who would be better suited to help than Tech? However, Tech always overshoots the mark in his explanations, so much so that you end up knowing where this laptop was made, but not how to properly run the program you reinstalled.

"Uh, okay, but-"

He sees you're having trouble, takes the laptop from you, and launches the functions and submenus you wanted. You smile in relief.

"Thanks Tech."

Gently you lean in and kiss his cheek, maybe a little longer than you normally kiss a cheek and something in his head gets confused.

"Your laptop can always ask me again if he needs help with you".

You raise your eyebrows. You know what he means and you see his red ears you don't want him to get embarrassed so you nod and thank him again. Tech staggers out of the room, still a little out of it for the rest of the day.

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You're alone on the ship and for a while now you've been dancing around the bush, the kiss on the cheek had already thrown him completely off track and since then he can't look at you without blushing. He doesn't avoid you, but he's even more shy than usual. How are you supposed to get close to him like that?

"Tech?"

He startles up under the cosnole, hitting his head on it with a clonk. You hear him moan softly before he replies, "Yeah?"

"I need you for a minute"

He crawls out from under the console and steps towards you, his ears already turning slightly red again.

"Your laptop?" he asks.

"No, something else"

Tech looks at you curiously.

"What?"

You beckon him even closer with your finger, as if you need to trust him with a secret. He leans down, very close, and your hands rest on his cheeks. As you kiss him a shiver goes through his body. As your lips part from his, he stares at you from wide eyes, his neck and ears red as fire.

"Did that go too far?" you ask cautiously.

"Idontknmaybecanwe…" Tech blinks, everything in his head a mess.

"Again?" you ask gently.

He can still nod, and that's exactly what he does. As your lips touch his again, his hands gently, almost tentatively grasp your hips. There's that shiver again that runs through him and he sighs softly.

Crosshair

So this is quite interesting in a way. The first time you kiss him on the cheek, it's meant as a thank you, because he kindly remembered that you needed some cleaning cloths for your blaster and brought some for you.

You kiss him gently on the cheek with a "Thanks Cross" and he turns his head, abruptly, to look at you, almost as if his eyes are saying "How dare you".

You look at him startled but before you can exchange words Echo comes into the room. Crosshair jumps up and says "Nothing happened here at all".

Echo stops and pauses.

"Uh, okay"

"None of your business at all!" growls Crosshair.

Echo looks from one to the other, completely perplexed.

"I didn't ask, but okay," he says calmly if confused.

Crosshair storms outside.

Echo looks at you and asks, "What's up with him today?"

You shrug and answer with a wry smile, "I don't know, nothing happened like he says."

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You know what Crosshair's problem is, you surprised him, caught him off guard, he was caught off guard and felt a touch of insecurity or weakness, at least that's how he perceived it.

The same day he approaches you, you don't get the chance to surprise him at all, things go rather the other way around.

"How dare you kiss me just like that?"

You don't have time to answer, his lips descend on yours, hard and demanding. One of his long arms wraps around your body to hold you close to him, the other's hand rests on the back of your head. He opens your lips with his tongue and begins to chase yours. When he finally releases you from the kiss, you're completely breathless, heated up, and a little dizzy.

"That's the way to do it right" he growls and as he walks away he says "You know where to find me if you want more". He feels like he's got the upper hand again, he's content again.

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22

[bonny-kookoo]

🪓 and 🔞

( i cant help it, you’re fun to mess with )

jungkook is, against what people might think, a total sweetheart.

You really don't get why everyone tells you to cut it with him and get as far as possible away- just because he's a vampire, doesn't mean he's a bad person. Sure, he has his quirks, but he's mostly just misunderstood. You don't get the worried looks and scared faces at all.

Maybe he's right. Maybe you should just stay with him, and not care about those people any longer.

He's nicer company anyways- he always makes sure you're happy and safe. He makes you smile, cuddles you at night, gives you all the attention you could ever want without calling you clingy or something similar.

But while you're walking around the yard of his large home, you're reminded again that it's not that simple.

There's still dangers looming around, ready to strike at any second. Vampire related crimes are still very high, humans constantly becoming prey to anyone hungry enough to dare disobey the law. Murder isn't something uncommon any longer. It's almost a daily news.

So when you hear something in the dark, you're painfully reminded of Jungkook's words to you, instructing you to never go outside the mansion at night. You should've listened. You really should've.

But now you're running, hiding in the main entrance hall from whatever is hunting after you. You're truing to stay unseen behind a large pillar, but it's no use when a hand grabs you by the collar of your dress, not anything more than a squeak coming out of you before you're held against Someone's chest, a deep chuckling heard as his breaths tickle your skin.

"Jungkook!" you whine, and he leans lower, head dipping down inti the crook of your neck where he runs his nose over the exposed skin, his hand already pushing the fabric of your dress away.

"I can't help it, you're fun to mess with." he shamelessly jokes, his he'd eyes staring you down darkly, before he places a kiss against your neck. "as if id let someone else have my meal.." he hums, before his hands travel, caressing your frame before one of his hands find it's way between your legs, fingers finding a wet patch on your underwear. "shameless little thing. Did that turn you on?" he wonders, teasing you, before his palm moves underneath your frilly underwear, effortlessly dipping in between your folds to find the sensitive bundle of nerves he oh so likes to play with, just to see you dance like a little doll. "Hm, you like it when I play with you like that, don't you?" he chuckles, your breaths quickening as he smirks against your skin, pulse racing just beneath his lips.

He's hungry.

And so he bites, right as you come undone under his hand, thighs trembling a little as he swallows your warm blood, thick liquid coating his tongue as he licks over the wound, lazily kissing the spot.

Jungkook is a messy eater, rather focused on enjoying his meal rather than staying modest.

And there's certainly nothing modest going forward from that moment on, as he takes you upstairs in his bedroom, bedsheets stained in blood and cum, creating a mess just like the love made between you two.

Chaotic, but too good to let go of.

[whisperofjasper]

Ser Harwin Strong - Across The Ballroom

pairing: ser harwin strong x targaryen!afab!reader

summary: reader is the second born princess and could not give a fuck about the wedding or the politics of king’s landing. all she wants is to rid herself of her dress and fly off on a dragon. thankfully for her, she comes into acquaintance with a certain knight of the realm as the night delves into chaos.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: first fic on the account! let me know what you thought and  feel free to shoot me a request. 

warnings: violence, mentions of incest, blood & injury

Y/N wanted nothing more than to leave the ballroom, rip off the ridiculous frock her dear stepmother had picked out for her and take off on her dragon Vaehra. But, alas, as the sister of the bride and princess of the realms, she was duty-bound to remain. She was surprised that her father hadn't thought to marry her off at the same time. However, she supposed it would deprive the kingdoms of Westeros of another week's worth of libations and debauchery.

She was her sister's opposite that night;. At the same time, Rhaenyra was donned in virginal white with rubies in her hair, while she was clothed in the traditional Targaryen black. She couldn't say the dress was ugly; it was woven intricately with threads of crimson and gold. The red of her house takes the form of their famed dragons in flight and mid-battle. And the lines of gold make the images of waves to honour the house Velaryon. It was beautiful, but it had been decided that she had no need for air at the feast.

  Sitting at the grand table, she waited with her father, sister and Lyonel Strong. She was seated next to the Hand and Alicent, but the queen had yet to make her appearance. She had tried conversing with Lord Strong though he seemed preoccupied with watching the masses fall into the room. Drinking deeply from her goblet, she shot a disdainful look at Jason Lannister, who, like always, was trying to worm his way into the good graces of the crown. However, his twin was more palatable, Tyland had a seat on the small council, and from what Rhaenyra had shared, he had a good head on those shoulders.

  From the corner of her eye, a head of dark hair caught her attention, and her focus was pulled to one of the great tables, where the two sons of Lord Strong. Larys was the younger; she hadn't spoken to him much since his time at The Keep, but she knew he was one of keen intelligence. The eldest son, Ser Harwin, was the captain of the Gold Cloaks. He was considered the strongest man in all six kingdoms and one of the realms' fiercest knights. It was also known that he was one of the finer-looking young lords, many having put too much faith that their titles alone would secure them a wife and the gold in their pockets. She watched him laugh and drink with those seated with him, fighting a smile when he'd get overly invested in some tale and bump into his brother. Eventually, Y/N had to look away, noticing that her father and Lord Strong were giving her looks after laughing at one of his antics and following her line of sight.

"Lord Corlys of House Velaryon!" Ser Westerling's announcement quieted the hall as the Velaryons entered, led by Lord Corlys and her cousin. Behind the couple followed their children, Leanor and Leana, remembering their childhoods together. From what she could remember, Leanor had never been cruel or cowardly, which she hoped he carried into adulthood. Gods knew that Rhaenyra would need a husband to withstand the pressures of the throne. She smiled genuinely as their house made the approach, wanting to foster as much goodwill as possible. As Lord Velaryon and his family took their places at the head table, Y/N's focus stayed on the courtiers and the one who seemed to be solely interested in Laenor. He hesitated to join the rest of his company, making Y/N's eyes narrow.

Everyone had begun to sit when her uncle swaggered in, and the room was silent. In the months leading to the wedding, the rumour that Rhaenyra and Daemon had shared an intimate night in a brothel swept the keep. Y/N didn't know what to make of it; her sister had sworn that they hadn't done anything, and her maidenhood was intact. The fallout had caused both princesses to have increased guards, which had been stifling for her. The only times she was truly left alone were in the evenings or when she flew Vaehra. Her father motioned for a chair to be brought for Daemon; the only option, if he threw her uncle out, it would only further spur on the rumours.

"Be welcome as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning. We honour the crown's oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon. Reaching back to the days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons. With House Targaryen and H..." Her father's speech was cut off by the queen finally making her appearance; dressed in green, she had the attention of the hall, more after her house stood as a sign of respect. It was hard to think that Alicent had once been as close to her as Rhaenyra; they were all sisters. They had been raised together and had been each other's closest confidants during the hardships of being a highborn lady in King's Landing. Which she had all but thrown away when she had married their father, less than a year after their mother and infant brother's passing. Rhaenyra and Alicent reconciled for a time, finding some semblance of their old friendship. But Y/N, she couldn't forgive her or her father, no matter how dearly she loved both. So the pair now were distant, and that was at the best of times. It didn't escape Y/N that the dress she was wearing was most likely an attempt at rekindling their relationship.

"Congratulations, Stepdaughter. What a blessing this is for you." Rhaenyra's face and Alicent's removed attitude made Y/N rethink her understanding of their relationship, making a note to question her sister about it once the festivities were over.

"At the end of it all, a royal wedding... between my daughter, my heir... your future Queen... and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark."She applauded her father's speech, watching with mild interest as her sister and the groom took the dance floor. They moved across the floor, the steps a traditional valyrian wedding dance. She drank from her goblet, paying little mind to Alicent and Lord Strong, taking a considerable effort to not roll her eyes and the pomp and pageantry. She took in the hall for what felt like the dozenth time, her gaze again drawn to Harwin, but her eyes locked with his. Y/N watched as he continued to converse with those near him, but his gaze remained unflinching. Heat rose to her cheeks under his gaze; it was a rare occurrence that a man would have the balls to look at her. Hiding her smile behind her goblet, his laughter at her sudden shyness made her look away, coincidently timed with the end of the couple's dance.

  "I think I'll join Rhaenyra on the floor, Father. Your Grace. Your Lordship." Giving each a curtsey reflecting their station, she rounded the table to find her place in the growing crowd before the musicians began the next song. The smile she had, fell when she was met with the face of Jason Lannister, who was grinning like he had just won a grand prize.

"Your highness, what a coincidence." His tone was thick with sarcasm that she supposed was meant to be charming for the lion.

"Yes, how coincidental we both find ourselves dancing at a celebration, my lord." He laughed at her words, ignoring her disdainful look, flicking his hair over his shoulder, which was unneeded. As the music started, the crowd danced merrily, some fumbling their steps thanks to the freely flowing wine.

"Now that the princess is to be wed, what lies before you?" She was taken aback at his boldness. Her reaction apparently was what he wanted; he looked at her like she was his next hunt. "For so few houses in the realm are worthy of your hand." Y/N was spun out of the view of the Lannister bastard before she had a chance to castrate him. She saw her sister opposite her, Rhaenyra's grin was infectious, Y/N finding her own. The two danced in the middle of the crowd, turning and clapping with the melody, quickly becoming the focus of the celebration. They laughed merrily, and Y/N quickly embraced her sister.

"I'm happy for you sister; let this marriage end any talk of the future of our house." Rhaeynra's eyes were misty, and they hugged for the second time before continuing the dance. She danced with many in the following hour; lords from across the realms had set their sights on her now her sister was unattainable. However, she had her suspicions that many were sour, seeing she was second in line and unlikely to sit on the throne. Y/N was tempted to leave the floor, her feet had grown sore, and the thrill of dancing quickly wore off. But a strong tug pulled her into the embrace of a muscular chest clothed in blue.

"Ser Strong, my apologies." She glanced up at him; a smirk danced on his face.

"You're forgiven," He tugged her back to him as she made to leave again, "as long as you dance with me, as a show of goodwill." Then, in his arms, the ballroom fell away, and the other guests faded into the aether, leaving only them. As they danced, she was acutely aware of his body and when it came close to hers. Crossing the floor, she would feel a rush of heat race through her body when his fingers grazed against her own, pulling her deeper into his thrall.

"I must say Ser Strong, you are quite the dancer, it is most suprising."

"Because I am of the City Watch?"

"No..." She grinned at his confused smile, feeling like she had gained the upper hand on him. They drew closer together as the dance required; out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of white and black cloth in the centre of the floor. "...because the moniker 'Breakbones' suggests an entirely different skillset. Makes one question what skills you have with your hands." Her hand dipped down to take his hand, and she pressed the faintest kiss to his wrist while keeping eye contact with him. Then, she smiled, watching his green eyes darken and swallow his words.

"I must take my leave. Thank you for the dance." Y/N walked deeper into the fray, refusing to look back for fear of her composure breaking and dissolving into a puddle of blushing giggles like a child. Heat flushed to her cheeks; she wasn't used to having such an attraction to a man. In the years after Rhaenyra's ascension to the heir, she carried a small torch for a Lord from the Reach. Still, it couldn't compare to the fire that burned in her gut at the thought of the imposing presence of Harwin Strong.

Screams pulled her from her thoughts, and more and more voices of terror filled the large room, echoing and amplifying the cries. Guests began to panic, rushing in every direction to escape the cause of distress. She lost her footing and tumbled to the ground, her head, back and stomach being kicked or tripped over in the chaos. Then, pushing through the pain, she could stand again, seeing the cause of the terror. Ser Christan Cole was beating Ser Joffery Lonmouth, the younger boy clearly losing the battle and most likely his life as Cole refused to yield. Then, in her daze and distraction, she was thrown again by the crowd falling forward into the banquet table. She felt the sting of glass and metal cutting into her skin before falling to the ground, feeling a sharp but intense pain in her left wrist that made her cry out in pain.

"Princess! Princess Rhaenyra!" She heard the gruff but unmistakable voice of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard calling through the crowd, the rest of the Kingsguard descending onto the floor with him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh grew louder; she curled into herself, fearing the fight had come closer. A large, warm hand pressed into her back gently, making her jump in fear, throwing her uninjured hand in the direction of her would-be assailant. Harwin's face was void of the previous snark and flirtation, now set with focus and what she believed to be anger. He caught her wrist as if it were nothing, smoothly pulling her up and over his shoulder before heading for the exit.

Y/N tried to order him to let her down, but with his pace and her position on his shoulder, her injured wrist cried under the weight of her torso. The screams from the banquet became distant echoes before he let her down with far more care than he did for their exit.

"Easy, I've got you Princess." She didn't know if it was his words or the events of the riot that made her knees go weak; regardless, she began to buckle in his arms. His grip tightened as he tried to keep her upright, coincidentally bringing his face closer to hers.

"What happened in there?" Her focus had begun to return to her, a sudden fear for her sister spiking in her chest.

"Cole, he started attacking Ser Joffery. Ser Westerling saw to your sister, I saw to you." Y/N nodded, holding her injured wrist, trying to not jostle it. Harwin took it in his arms, shooting her an apologetic look when she gasped at the pain. "The Maesters will be overworked with the events of tonight, seeing to the more urgent matters. If you'd allow me, I can wrap this until they can see to your care."

"You know how to..." She began to ask with a raised brow.

"I'm a knight and member of the city watch, Your Highness; I wouldn't have survived this long without some knowledge of mending injuries." She blushed at his comment, feeling foolish for thinking otherwise. Then, whilst looking down at her wrist, she felt his hand gently tilt her chin to look at him. "Do not look away from me Princess. I could feel your eyes from across the ballroom, and if I could wish for only one thing, it would be for you to keep looking at me." His eyes had grown dark again, and his words soft.

She knew at that moment that the lord was going to cause her a lot of trouble. And it was a good thing that she loved trouble.