#my silver prince 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

comparing elia martell to princess diana is kinda insane

cause the real princess diana of westeros was rhaegar

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

Popping in here to say I genuinely have no idea how I’ll ever read another fire emblem fic after devouring Princes of Silver and Gold. It touched upon everything I’ve ever wanted in a fic, with the added bonus of your absolutely fantastic writers craft. Cannot wait for whenever the next update will be!!! <3

Anon this is so incredibly sweet 🥺🥺 this really is a mammoth of a passion project, so it's always infinitely appreciated when people feel for it even half of what I do.

I can't quite guarantee a when for the next Princes chapter, but it's open on my laptop right now, and I've been mentally plotting out the chapter while I hack away at other things currently taking precedence. My hope is that I'll get it out by March, but given that I'm never inclined to kill too many of my darlings (something something my god-given right as a fanfic author) it's not very predictable.

[cambion-companion]

whenever you have time, i NEED you to write something based on that ask you got about vhagar being super attached to aemond's girl 🥺

These requests are from November, so yes I am still working on the messages I have received! Thank you for them :)

I would love to expound more upon Vhagar bonding with the reader (you) especially after you and Aemond get married. The idea of dragons being intelligent enough to feel/recognize the bonds their riders have with other people is something I'd love to be canonized.

When Aemond could not find you within the walls of the Red Keep or honing your body in the training courtyard, he knew by now you were well outside the confines of King’s Landing, spending quality time with your newest best friend.

“I thought I would find you out here.”

You looked up with a smile at Aemond’s familiar velvet voice.  Your back was pressed against the iron dragonskin of Vhagar’s neck, a book of Targaryen history propped open upon your knees as you had been regaling the dragon with tales she would’ve been well familiar with.

“I needed to escape the stuffy sitting room for a while.” You agreed, feeling the rumbling purr growing within Vhagar as she acknowledged her rider’s presence.

You scooted into Aemond’s embrace as he took a seat on the soft earth beside you, peering briefly at the book you had been reading. “And what does Vhagar think about today’s reading material?”

You looked sideways up along the endless expanse of Vhagar’s neck to where her yellow eye watched the two of you.  You caught Aemond’s eye with a smirk. “No complaints so far.”

“Hmm.”  Aemond took the book from you, closing and setting it aside before taking your hands in his.  He leaned into your space, brushing his nose against yours before finding your lips in a chaste kiss. “One day I’m going to seek you out and find you’ve taken her out for a ride.”

Your heart stuttered in mild fear at the very thought. “That’ll be the day.”  You laughed as Aemond breathed a soft chuckle, tucking your head beneath his chin, his warm breath rustling your hair.

He held you for many moments as you basked in the warmth of his body and the continual rumbling of Vhagar as she shifted slightly at your back.

The three of you were alerted to the sound of many hooves thundering upon the earth as several riders cleared the hill.  Upon seeing the massive island-sized dragon laying before them their horses reared in fear, nearly sending several soldiers toppling to the ground.  Vhagar’s head became visible from your periphery as she growled low and deep, moving to position her snarling teeth in between where you and Aemond sat and the newcomers.

“Vhagar, gida.”  Aemond calmed the dragon with a word, though Vhagar did not move her head from its defensive position.

Aemond gave you a strange look which you mirrored right back at him. “Has she acted like this before?”

You shook your head, glancing to where you could see the sun glinting off dragon teeth the length of a man’s body.

“My prince!”  The leading rider called, unwilling to come any closer. “The king requests your presence at once!”

“Duty calls.”  Aemond sighed, rising to stand and brushing sand off his clothing. “Would you like to remain here or accompany me back to the city?”

You took his proffered hand and he helped you rise to your feet. “I’ll come back with you.”

At your movements Vhagar grumbled another deep sound of displeasure, her tail this time slithering around to block your path forward, even separating you from where Aemond stood.

“Vhagar!”  Aemond said almost reproachfully, looking to where Vhagar’s gaze was still fixated on the soldiers.  He shook his silver head in annoyance. “Seems she has become incorrigibly possessive of you overnight.”

“Vhagar.”  You called to the ancient she-dragon gently.  The yellow eye flicked briefly to you. “Nyke ȳgha.”  She seemed to relax at your Valyrian reassurance, allowing you to take Aemond’s hand again and proceed closer to where the soldiers waited.

“I haven’t a clue what’s gotten into her.”  You muttered to your husband.

Aemond shook his head in agreement as he glanced back toward where Vhagar still was growling low. “Perhaps she decided to take you on as a sort of dragonling…” He stopped mid-stride, color draining from his face as he turned to face you. “A child.”

“I am hardly her child, Aemond.”  You snickered, your smile dropping when his expression remained serious. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you…” Aemond shot a look to where the riders were obviously trying to listen in, he lowered his voice and leaned closer to you. “Are you with child?”

Your stomach swooped as shock coursed through you. “I-I don’t know.”

“Let’s pay a visit to the maester after dealing with whatever my brother wants.”  Aemond squeezed your hand briefly, unable to keep an excited grin off his angular face. He looked again at Vhagar, this time in mild wonder.  The grumbles and groans of the dragon faded away as the riders escorted the two of you back to the Keep.

Nine months later the kingdom welcomed the birth of their newest Targaryen princess.  

She grew to be very much like her father, in mannerisms and visage.  When she was old enough Aemond didn’t waste any time in introducing her to Vhagar.  

The old dragon seemed to already know who she was.

[rayroseu]

!!! book 7 spoilers

content: general lilia vanrouge chibi animation, general lilia and baul zigvolt full sprite, knight of dawn full silouette, and princess malenoa full silouette (source: @alchemivich) (advisable you use a light theme tumblr bcs u might have problems viewing the silouettes lol)

THE MOMENT IVE BEEN WAITING FORRRR WAYAUDGAUDHSHGSHA general peepaw at his 300s cracking his spine 💕💕✨💕✨💕😍

AAAAHHH hes so tired from making sure the silver owls go extinct JSHAJJS also for always dealing with the Draconia's tantrums😭💥

ITS SO OVER-- ITS SO FUCKING OVER-- EVERYONE WILL DIE BY HIS HANDS-- ITS AN HONOUR TO BE KILLED WITH A FUCKING CLEAVER STONE TURNING TO A WHIP--

do YOU see the fricking flips hes doing on top of swinging a pure stone around??? GURL, THEY WERENT JOKING ABOUT HIS STRENGTH EVEN IF THOSE ARMS LOOKS AVERAGE 😭💥💥

I love his new expressions are more sinister than what we knew ✨✨✨

HIS ARMOUR LOOKS SO HEAVY OMG GRANPA ZIGVOLT WEAPON REVEAL WHEN⁉️⁉️⁉️🙏🙏 🥺🥺🥺✨✨ I WANNA SEE HIM WHACK AN OPPONENT WITH A HUGE AXE---🛐🛐

his cape is too long Jbdjaa I cant make up his form too much AAA😭✨ I'm very interested for more lore about him thoughh-- 😳✨ knight of dawn... pls be a good and likeable guy lol

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ALSO ALSOOO!!!!! THE MOST MAGNIFICENT FOR THE LAST✨✨✨🛐🛐🌹🌹😍😍

MOTHER IN LAW??????? PRINCESS MALENOA???? OHMYGOD I WAS WRECKED JUST BY THE SIGHT OF HER STAFF AND POSSIBLE ARMOUREDCAPE AND THE CAPE *HAS* VERY INTRICATE LACING??? QUEEN. 🛐🛐🛐😍😍✨✨✨ ALSO !!!! DRAGON TAIL LETSGOOOO!!!🙏🙏🙏💕💖💕💖‼️‼️‼️‼️

the way i gasped and she is so exuding of power and elegance ✨💕✨💕

everyone go home this is the best character design ever

WHERES HER SSR CARD I'D SACRIFICE MY MALLEUS SAVINGS JUST FOR HER HIGHNESS 💕🙏💖💖

*malleyuu insert* man, imagine introducing yourself as her son's bf/gf 😂😂💥💥 we're truly that meme where it goes -> the guy you like, his mother, his father, etc etc 😂😂💥💥‼️

HER FREAKING STANCE-- I CANT GET OVER IT ITS SO EFFORTLESSLY AUTHORITATIVE!!! Prince Levan scored a baddie holy freaking gosh--

Now, I really believe theyll release an actual sprite for Princess Malenoa ✨✨ She looks too detailed to just end it like this lol

[crystallizsch]

silver,,,,

save me silver

silver save me ;;;;

you look like a fierce and determined guardian angel 🥺

my prince

my savior

my knight in shining armor —

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hii! Here I am with my rambles again lol, and too much talking 😅

Can I please request a Tangerine x fem!civilian/innocent!reader where where while on the Bullet Train, Y/n gets pulled into the mess of the Assassins when Ladybug made the mistake of hiding the case under her seat (she didn’t notice because she was asleep), and when she woke up and found it, she was confused (because it’s not hers), so she picks it up to return it to where all the luggage is, but unfortunately pretty much every assassin aboard the train saw her with it and now thinks she’s involved… A terrified Y/n pretty much stumbling over her own feet to get away from the various assassins. She’s pretty much running on adrenaline until she’s confronted by the Twins… She starts crying at first, insisting she has no clue what’s going on (though at first they don’t believe her, Lemon especially being skeptical since he could see through the Prince’s act), until the poor girl literally starts having a panic attack… After that she’s now under the protection of them both (Y/n feeling safe, and clinging to Tan). She’s with Tangerine when he confronts the Prince, and when Ladybug and Tan are fighting for the gun, Y/n pushes him out of the way before he gets shot, so the bullet hits her instead (but she lives)🥺 Tangerine and Lemon rushing her to their safe house (probably mansion), and save her life… Y/n waking up in a fancy bedroom with Tan by her side, him hugging her tightly and they kiss🥺

hii sweet!! love it! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

you saved mine, I saved yours

Tangerine x F!Reader

wc || 1.2k

warnings || mentions of blood and guns

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You weren’t quite sure how long you had been asleep, but one thing you did know; your neck was killing. You had fallen asleep with your head resting on your shoulder at a crooked angle. Desperately shaking your shoulders to relieve the ache while you wiped the sleep from your eyes. Gazing out the window to figure out how far away you were from your stop. Stretching yourself straight, extending and twisting your ankles until they bump something under the seat. Reaching your hand underneath, you pull out a silver briefcase, looking at it inquisitively, trying to decide what to do with it.

Sitting yourself up, sleepily walking yourself through the carriage to place the case in the luggage area. But once you turn around, you see a group of angry people staring at you through the opposite carriage. Slowly slipping yourself away, ducking behind the door to avoid bringing attention to yourself. Walking down the aisle you came from in a normal manner, but when you hear footsteps trail behind, you speed up. Briskly walking through the carriage, out the door and into the next. Power walking through, running on pure adrenaline, trying your hardest to escape their incessant steps. Hearing more commotion come from behind, you start to run. Darting through the aisles until you bump into two men blocking the doorway.

“I’m so sorry.” You gush apologetically, avoiding their gaze, trying to get away.

“Watch where you’re going, yeah?” The taller guy frowns, looking down at you.

“I’m really sorry- I didn’t see. Excuse me.” You say quietly, attempting to squeeze past to continue running.

“I don’t think so.” He mumbles, gently tugging you into the toilets with his friend.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You sobbed, closing your eyes with your hands up to symbolise your innocence.

“Why you running?” The other guy says, barricading the door to stop you from leaving.

“People were chasing me.” You whispered staring at the floor.

“What did they want?” The moustache man asks, trying to find your eyes.

“I don’t know.” You quietly sob, rapidly shaking your head. “I don’t know- I put something back-“ you softly choke, immediately feeling yourself heat up. “I don’t know-“

“What did you put back?” He questions again, staring at you attentively.

“A-“ you start, cutting yourself to inhale heavily. Shaking and flapping your hands by your side to distract yourself from your chest that felt as though it was caving in.

“Lem, wait outside and block the door.” He instructs. “That’s my brother, by the way.”

That was when the fear settled, why did he want to get rid of his brother? What was he going to do?

Once the door was shut, he turns to look at you, watching over you with worried eyes.

“Hey- hey, it’s okay. Take a breath, yeah?” He says softly, holding either side of your shoulders. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Wryly grinning at you.

For some bizarre reason you felt as though you could trust this stranger, and with that, you immediately started to calm down. It could’ve gone worse, so you were glad he was able to help when he did.

“What did you put back?” He asks warmly with soft eyes.

“A case.” You whisper.

“Was it silver?” He questions, ears tugging back with intrigue.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, where’d you put it?” He asks hesitantly, not wanting to distress you further.

“In the luggage area- a few cars back.” Pointing to the left.

“Thank you, love. Come on… call me Tangerine.” He sweetly gestures, extending a hand for you to follow. He leads you out of the toilet, hiding and protecting you against the wall so that you couldn’t be seen.

You stand beside him as he walks you through the carriages to find his brother. Instinctively linking your arm into his, clinging to his side when you hear passengers talking from behind.

“It’s okay.” Softly brushing over your hand to ease you, gently squeezing it as he leads you into the blue LED-lit car.

At the end of the carriage, you see one of the people who were chasing you. Quietly mumbling to yourself and gripping his hand tighter. “It’s her.” You muttered.

He squeezes your hand once to tell you that he heard you. Pulling you behind him so he could protect you from the front.

“Oi! You, I know you.” He points to the girl.

“I’m so happy to see you, please help me.” She pleads, quivering as she steps forward. “There was this man…”

Instead, he pulls his gun from his holster behind him, angling the barrel towards the girl.

“Oh my god, please mister, help me!” She loudly exclaims to a man who bustled his way in.

The guy wrestles Tangerine to release his grip from the gun. Without thinking, you insert yourself between the two, separating them before a loud bang rings in your ear.

Tangerine stares at you with fearful eyes, his face full of worry. “Why did you do that?” He whispers, immediately clutching your shoulder to apply pressure. Tan’s brother rushes in once he hears the gunshot, fighting off his old acquaintance to clear the space for you. Tan gently holds you under your armpits to lower you to the floor. “Are- are you okay?” He mumbles, cupping your shoulder to stop the excessive bleeding.

“I don’t like blood.” You mutter, looking up at Tangerine.

“Lem, arrange a car.” He sternly instructs his brother. “Don’t look at it- look at me?” He says sweetly, angling your face upwards. “Keep your pretty eyes open, for me, yeah?” He added, his tone growing increasingly more distressed.

-

You awake in an unfamiliar room with sharp pains throbbing through your arm and chest. Softly groaning when you look at your bandaged torso.

“Oh, thank fuck.” A quiet voice mutters beside you.

Slowly turning your eyes to follow the voice, you see Tangerine hunched over with his elbows on his knees. “How you feeling?” He warmly questions, propping himself away from the chair to check you over.

“Rough.” You grumble, making a poor attempt at a laugh, immediately wincing at the sensation.

“You saved my life.” He grins, gazing over your sweet features.

“You saved mine first.” You smile with your eyes, unable to move anything else.

“That was really silly.” He warned, cupping your cheeks. “Really fucking silly.”

He leans into to place a long gentle kiss on your forehead, tucking the stray strands of hair behind your ear.

It didn’t feel strange or unnerving, it felt right. It felt comfortable. Itching your head back into the pillow, lifting your chin up to urge him to kiss your lips instead. He searches your eyes for permission, to which you instantly nod. Gently lifting your jaw to brush his lips over yours, softly working over them and lingering for a couple of moments before parting.

Tangerine drags the armchair closer to the bed, sitting at the edge of his seat to stroke over your hair, easing back to sleep. “I never got your name.” He says quietly.

Whispering your name with a smile before your eyes flutter shut.

[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Hello, could you write about Daemon x Fem!Reader? Could you base it on Two Birds by Regina Spektor? Daemon and the reader are friends and little by little they fall in love, but the reader has always been in delicate health and little by little he dies, but not before getting in a relationship with Daemon. I'm looking forward to reading something sad and sweet. Thanks 🥺

(Gif not mine)

Title: Two Birds

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,783

Warnings: Fluff, illness, angst, blood, death, murder. Edit: I forgot to mention Daemon's vulgar language. Whoops.

Summary: Daemon never believed his oldest friend, Y/n was sick. Until one day he’s forced to acknowledge its existence.

A/N: How dare you request one of my favorite songs. Get ready for some angst y'all because this song was the only thing I listened to while writing this 😈

(I do not consent for my works to be reposted/copied)

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar

“Ao gīmigon, ziry iksos dangerous naejot geron mērī mijegon iā escort.”

[You know, it’s dangerous for you to walk alone without an escort.]

Y/n looks up from her book, marking her spot in one hand while brushing the hair out of her face with the other. The gardens are emptier than before she had sat down to read, and now it was only her and the Targaryen prince standing over her. Daemon’s shadow towered Y/n, blocking the sunlight from warming her usual sickly skin. He had his long, silver hair pinned behind his ears and his arms folded behind him as he raised a curious eyebrow.

Sighing, the fair lady closes her book completely and stands, “You know I don’t speak Valyrian so why must you speak to me in a language I don’t understand?”

“In the hopes that you’ll learn it one day,” he grinned, unfolding his arms and offering one to her, “Let us begin. Uēpa raqiros.”

“Uēpa raqiros,” her accent is flat for the time being, but her pronunciation was good. Y/n loops her arm around Daemon’s and he leads the both of them down the path of the gardens, “I recognize ‘friend’ but not the other word.”

“‘Old friend.’“

“I’m not that old,” she scrunched her nose up.

“I never said you were my friend,” Daemon smirked but quickly reverted to laughter when the lady hit his shoulder with the broad side of her book. She huffs, unlocking their arms and walking ahead of the prince in a flurry of skirts.

“If you were only seeking my presence to mock me, you have succeeded and are free to leave me now,” Y/n scolds, despite not having much heat behind her words. She knew her friend well enough to know that he only ever teased her to get a rise.

“I actually came to see if you wanted to fly on Caraxes later this evening,” Daemon caught up to Y/n without ever quickening his pace, playfully bumping shoulders with her as they walked side by side, “It’s a beautiful day and you could use some fresh air and not this... pile of shit King’s Landing calls 'air.'”

She hums, closing her eyes to briefly take in the warmth of the sun. The maesters have said time and time again that she would be healthier if she were to spend her days outside, taking in the sun and the air as her medicine. But no matter how many times she insists, they don’t believe she ever listens. Y/n nearly spends her whole days outside, and yet the maesters doubt she ever steps foot outside the castle. Today was a day she felt a little faint, and so the idea of getting on the back of a dragon terrified her.

“I best not,” she sighs, a little downtrodden, “Maester says I shouldn’t be doing any ‘exciting’ movements today.”

Daemon scowls, “The maesters wouldn’t know how to pull a thorn out of a toe even if the pliers sat right beside them. No one can decide what’s best for you other than you, Y/n.”

Her footsteps stop and so Daemon is also forced to do so. He sighs, regretting the words the moment they left his lips. He turns back to his friend, but the lady only offers a sad attempt of a smile, “You may do as you please, my prince. But I cannot. All my life, men have decided what’s best for me and they shall do so for the rest of my life as well... no matter how short of a life it might be.”

“Don’t,” Daemon shakes his head, immediately sporting a wide smile and quickly grabbing Y/n’s arm to continue their walk, “It’ll be a long life. A good life. No more talk of... whatever thoughts plague you. Whoever told you such things is a cunt.”

Y/n snorts, amused, and decides to drop the subject for her friend’s sake. No matter what she says, she can’t force Daemon to picture her as a sickly girl. He’s never believed it and continues to believe that she’ll live longer than even his little niece. Once upon a time, Y/n thought Daemon refused to acknowledge her health because he lost his parents at such a young age, but now she wondered if he was just mad enough to actually believe she was a picture of health.

They take a short ride to the Dragonpit after Y/n promised to watch Daemon fly off. As he mounts Caraxes, Y/n stood close with a mischievous smile on her lips, “Where will you go this time? Perhaps to finally be with your lady wife?”

The instant disgust that twists into Daemon’s expression forces her into a fit of laughter that quickly leads to harsh coughing, but she grins despite gasping for air. She tilts her head back up to smile at Daemon and he relents once he caught onto the joke.

“The day I go to be with my lady wife is the day I am to bury her in the dirt,” Daemon spat, glancing up at the sky and then back down to his friend, “Umbagon syt nyke, uēpa raqiros.”

[Wait for me, old friend.]

Y/n nods, recognizing that small phrase as one he often said to her, and remembers the proper response he taught her, “Hae bōsa hae mazēza.”

[As long as it takes.]

He grins and then orders his dragon to fly. Caraxes takes off, leaving a gust of wind behind that nearly knocks Y/n off her feet when she had moved to be at a safe distance. She smiles to herself while watching the two fly away until they’re a speck in the sky, imagining what it must feel like up there. She wished she accepted his invitation, but a part of her knows how frail her heart can be. If she were to fly up to the sky, she may not ever come back down.

~~~~~~~~~

Two birds on a wire One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired" The sky is overcast and I'm sorry One more or one less Nobody's worried

She finds herself in the Dragonpit again, waiting to see Daemon off once more, only this time, she worries that she might not see him for a while. Viserys has chosen Rhaenyra as his heir after the death of his wife, and now Daemon is exiled to Dragonstone or until he finally consummates his marriage to Lady Royce. If Daemon was angry, he didn’t show it, but Y/n knew her friend, and she knew that Daemon often showed his anger in violent actions and often never showed what his next move would be on his face. A storm is brewing behind those eyes, but no one is aware of it other than his oldest friend.

He approached her as he was just about ready to leave and Y/n tries to talk to keep the silence at bay, “It will be good for you. Dragonstone is your ancestral home and you’ll be better off governing a small keep over a large kingdom. This is something new and exciting. It should keep you occupied.”

“I don’t need to be entertained like a spoiled, bored child,” Daemon sneered, though it wasn’t nearly as hateful, the last of the sentence dying on his tongue when he remembered who he was talking to. He lowers his gaze, regrettably, “At least not whenever someone as competent as you is around. You can come with me, Y/n.”

“And anger my father?”

“He’s an arse--”

“--Who is my father.”

“He’s a drunken fool. You needn’t listen to a drunk who won’t remember your arguments come the morrow.”

Y/n laughs softly under her breath, shaking her head at the ground before glancing back up at Daemon. The Rogue Prince softens his gaze, stepping closer and leaning his head down further to her height, eyes near pleading, “Come with me. There’s fresh air in Dragonstone.”

Her eyebrows droop, pity in her eyes as her mouth opens and closes to try and form the best rejection. Instead, only a weak response is let out in the form of a whisper, “I’m tired, Daemon.”

His jaw visibly tightens but he doesn’t say another word. His gaze hardens but he doesn’t look disgusted or angry, just disappointed. It’s not as though he should be surprised by her answer. Nothing had changed since the last time he asked. He may be a dragon, but Y/n is a flightless bird. Daemon turns and without looking back, climbs up onto Caraxes’ saddle, only looking up at the sky ahead of them.

“Umbagon syt nyke, uēpa raqiros.”

Daemon nearly falls off his saddle when the words he usually speaks are thrown back at him. Surprised, he looks down at Y/n and merely nods his head, automatically responding without thought, “Hae bōsa hae mazēza.”

Y/n smiles, blinking back a tear as she instinctively backs up. When Daemon takes flight again, she doesn’t watch him leave. Instead, she walks out of the Dragonpit, with the heavy thought of never needing to go back there again.

~~~~~~~~~

Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire He says that he will But he's just a liar

Years pass and Daemon only gets one brief interaction with Y/n when he comes back to the Capitol as King of the Stepstones, hair cut and framing a crown. Unfortunately, he’s exiled again that very same day, and he’s gone before Y/n was even aware of his departure.

Their next interaction, however, lasts longer. Ser Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding ceremony rolls around and no one expected Daemon to show. But he did, and it didn’t take long for him to corner his old friend with two wine goblets in hand.

“Still not into dancing?” He grins while offering a cup to her.

Y/n is a little timid but doesn’t turn away the drink. She swirls the wine and watches the liquid dance before looking up and sporting an amused grin, “Nyke jorrāelagon ziry. Yn ziry iksos se maesters qilōni pendagon ziry tolī exhausting va ñuha rytsāri.”

[I love it. But it’s the maesters who believe it’s exhausting for my health.]

Daemon’s eyes widened a fraction before his own smile spreads in delight, “Impressive.”

“Rhaenyra’s always been the better teacher,” her smirk makes an appearance before disappearing behind the lip of her cup, eyes twinkling as she watches Daemon's expression while she took a sip. He rolls his eyes, and for a moment they’re young again and close friends who roam the gardens together. Y/n thumps his shoulder lightly, “Admit it. You never had the patience to teach me anything.”

“I never had the patience for you to finally listen to my teachings,” he gripes back.

The words sting, but Y/n doesn’t let it show, gulping down her wine and looking out onto the dancefloor, “I’m sorry to hear about Lady Royce. Terrible to die doing the thing you’re best skilled at.”

“Indeed. I shall mourn her as any widowed husband should.”

“How? With celebration?” Daemon looks back and catches the knowing twinkle in her eye as she scoffs, “You don’t need to fool anyone, my prince. Especially me.”

He lets his smile grow under her trust, watching the dancing crowd alongside her as she comments, “I suppose a place such as this is a good place to start looking for a new wife. Lady Westerling is the one in yellow over there, and of course, Laena Velaryon is hard to miss. Lyonel Strong has two daughters, I believe. They should be around.”

Daemon inspects the women in question as he asks his own, “And what about you?”

She glances back at him, “What about me?”

He looks back at her, “Have you no husband?”

Y/n paused any quips from leaving her lips, lowering her goblet and reminding herself to breathe. Slowly, she looked away, “I’m not fit for marriage, Daemon. Even my father says so.”

“Fuck that,” the Rogue Prince growled, leaning into her space so that she can hear him over the cheers and laughter, “You’re the most comely lady in this room. Any man with more brains than balls would want to marry the family friend of the crown. My brother looks at you and sees a younger sister, someone he’s known her whole life. Anyone who wants his good graces would marry you.”

Y/n huffs in amusement, “I would not make a good wife and I would not live long enough to be a good mother.”

“Y/n,” she nearly loses her footing when Daemon grabbed both of her arms and forced her to face him, glaring into her very soul with angry passion, “Shut up. Stop thinking about all those things the maesters told you for just one second and think about you. You’re miserable here. King’s Landing is no place for someone who can barely breathe. It’s full of shit and crowds and the summers are unbearable. You would not be sick if you were to come to Dragonstone. There’s wind and rain and grass... one day you’ll wake up and realize you haven’t felt ill in ages. I want you to come home with me. I need you to.”

“Daemon--”

“Avy jorrāelan, ñuha hontes.”

[I love you, my bird.]

Y/n’s eyes widen, her heart skipping a beat as her mind calculates the foreign words. Doubtful, she swallows to wet her dry throat, “... I don’t know what that means.”

Daemon straightens his back, towering over her again but didn’t let go of her arms, “Yes you do.”

Her shoulders slump, trying to come up with a proper excuse that wouldn’t break either of their hearts, “You have no idea what you’re asking.”

“I’m not asking, I’m proposing,” one of his hands moves down her arm, sending shivers down her back as his hand finds hers. He lifts her hand until it’s placed flat on his chest, adjusting it to sit over his heart, his free hand gently pinching her chin to keep their eyes locked together, “Marry me, Y/n. Imagine all that we once had returned in tenfold. No one could tell us what to do. We’ll be free. Kesan dōrī drējī sagon dāez ēva ao sōvegon lēda nyke.”

[I’ll never truly be free until you fly with me.]

Her heart leaps and for a moment, she thought it had lept from her throat and flown off. She couldn’t deny how much she had missed and longed for Daemon in the years they’d been apart, and she was glad that the feeling of loss was mutual. But a part of her brain reminded her that she was still a sickly girl and she was only going to get worse. Despite Daemon’s promise of fresh air in Dragonstone, there’s no guarantee she’ll live long enough to enjoy it as much as he does.

“I won’t be a good wife, Daemon. I cannot give you children.”

“Who cares? I don’t want children. I don’t need children. I need you,” he steps even closer to her, “Just you.”

Whatever answer she gave him is drowned out by the screams of terror and the sound of fists meeting flesh. In the chaos of Joffrey Lonmouth’s murder, everyone is too distracted to catch Daemon Targaryen slipping away with Lady Y/n. It wasn’t until morning did people notice the pair’s absence, and by then, the couple had found a septon to marry them, binding them as one before anyone could object.

~~~~~~~~~

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

Dragonstone was everything Daemon said it would be and more. Y/n had only been there once before after Queen Aemma passed away but now as she lived there to watch the seasons pass, she could see why her husband spoke highly of his ancestral home. In celebration of their marriage, they flew to Dragonstone on the back of Caraxes. It was the first time Y/n ever flew on dragonback and yet again, Daemon was right. She had never felt freer.

Unfortunately, she began aggressively coughing once they reached their destination, and she was embarrassed to have ruined the mood. But Daemon wasn’t bothered. He confidently stated that soon enough the fresh air will cure her and she’ll never have to worry about it again.

And for a while, it did. She took it easy at first and slowly noticed the effects of Daemon’s ‘medicine’ positively affecting her. Y/n began to swim in the ocean, jumping from high cliffs and splashing into the sea. She ran through the fields of long grass aligning her small island of paradise, picking up flowers and smelling their sweet aroma. And best of all, she clung to her husband as they flew above the clouds, basking in the heat of Caraxes' fire when he roared and chirped. Y/n, for the first time, did things that she thought she would never be able to do in her lifetime. She was better and healthier than ever.

Until winter came.

Her sickness came back and in full force, worse than it’s ever been before. She became so dizzy that she could barely stand. Her coughing fits would get so terrible, she would cough up blood. She could barely eat or drink, until finally, she was forced to remain in her bed, day and night, and could only move about her room with the help of another.

The maesters in Dragonstone concur with the ones back in King’s Landing and in the Citadel. They have all seen this before in all sorts of illnesses. The patient would always get better before the sickness got worse. And most times, it was fatal.

Daemon cut off the hand of the maester who told him to prepare for the worst and say his goodbyes before it was too late. Instead of listening, Daemon acted as though nothing was wrong. He spent most of his days in his wife’s room as well, talking normally, speaking of certain subjects only she would know. He never once mentioned her sickness and blatantly ignored it at times... except when Y/n would start a coughing fit. Those were the times Daemon would acknowledge it. He always tended to her, either offering her a handkerchief or a cup of water or rubbing her back. If Y/n wasn’t so occupied with her illness, she would have seen a window of vulnerability on her husband’s face whenever she had to stop talking to cough until her eyes were wet with tears.

One morning, Y/n was too weak to even sit up in bed. She had spent the entire night coughing and wheezing, she couldn’t even sleep for an hour. She had lost all color in her face and her hair was damp with sweat, a small basin filled with her blood and stomach contents sat on the floor beside her bed. Daemon was awake with her the whole night, at her side, only occasionally drifting off before moving into action when Y/n’s coughs would start up again.

Her throat is raw and her voice is quiet, her tone nothing like her own. It was like rock scrapping against rock and nothing like her usual, angelic voice. She barely spoke, but when she did, it was always optimistic. It was almost as though she believed Daemon’s former confidence in her.

“I’ll be alright,” she would whisper, coughing into her handkerchief, “It’s as... you said. I’ll get better when spring comes... comes back. It’s my first winter here. I just need to get used to... it.”

Daemon carefully watches her in response, never saying a word. It was chilling to hear his wife repeat his words back to him as if they had switched personalities. He wasn’t sure if she only spoke in confidence to reassure him, or if she had become delusional in her illness and she truly believed she would heal.

“I want to go see Cara-- Caraxes tomorrow,” she told him, barely hanging onto Daemon’s hand as she lay in bed that fateful morning. She was staring up at the ceiling, although her eyes appeared glassy and far away, “We’ll go flying. We’ll fly across the Narrow Sea until we reach Essos--”

Her coughs start and her body convulses as she spits out scarlet red. Daemon quickly helps her lay on her side so she wouldn’t choke on her own blood, assisting in rubbing her back and pushing loose hairs out of her face. Y/n’s whole body shakes uncontrollably and nothing can be heard outside of her coughs.

Daemon feels sick, clenching his jaw while trying to focus on something to do other than the coughing. He can’t find the right words to say, for once, and he was fighting an internal war with words that won’t come out. Every instinct is telling him to run, fly, and try to get as far away from Dragonstone as soon as possible. His adult self wanted to protect his inner child from the horrors of death, wanting to shield himself from the pain he felt when he lost his parents or his cousin Aemma. Watching his family members die was horrific for Daemon, as a child, and as a man. He refused to ever let another loved one die in his lifetime, and perhaps that foolish part of him is what really killed Y/n in the end.

Y/n wheezed, despite Daemon’s inner thoughts. She was no longer strong enough to read his thoughts anyway, “I think Rhaenyra is... having a baby soon. Her first. We should... be there for her when the time comes.”

He can only nod, despite Y/n not looking at him. He can’t find it within himself to look at her either, instead watching as his thumb caressed her bare shoulder. Eventually, Y/n’s body relaxes to his touch, humming softly when the tickle in her throat dies down.

“What... what do you think Pentos is like?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes his time rearranging the pillow under her head, tears finally forming in his eyes.

~~~~~~~~~

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other...

Daemon never took his eyes off the funeral pyre.

Not when Caraxes engulfed it in flames, not when people came to offer their condolences, and not even when everyone had gone back to King’s Landing. He hasn’t spoken a word to anyone, not even to the servant girl who came into Y/n’s room that morning to find her dead and the prince at her side. The girl wasn’t at all surprised, just heartbroken. She didn’t seem to notice the iron grip Daemon had on the bloody pillow in his lap.

Daemon remembered his brother and his niece standing on either side of him, holding onto his hand or his shoulder, but if they ever said anything, he couldn’t remember. Eventually, they left, too, leaving the cold air to surround him in their absence. He had been left alone, watching the flames of his wife’s funeral pyre dance and rise into the sky. His eyes eventually follow the flames and note the dark clouds in the distance, slowly making their way over. In the corner of his eye, Daemon spots two small birds flying overhead, and for whatever reason, they made him smile.

“Umbagon syt nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon...”

[Wait for me, my love...]

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: I’m sorry if the Valyrian is not correct. I had to use a translator. I gotta admit, writing Daemon is hard. I love him as a character, but I feel as though I didn’t represent his personality enough. It is my first time writing him, so maybe I just need to get used to it and rewatch House of the Dragon lol. Please interact and support! If you have a request, leave it in my inbox!

[sapphire-writes]

picnic with aegon ii? 🥺

Omg my first little request, love this idea anon! Thank you so much for sending 🥺 Personally, my canon Aegon is how Tom Glynn-Carney describes him, just as a reference, he's a bit of a softie in this! Hope you enjoy💚

rating: none, this is just fluff

As Helaena’s lady’s maid, you were often in Aegon’s company. He had noticed you when you had first started attending to the princess and had taken a liking to you right away.

So it began. You would be walking through the halls of the Red Keep only to have slender fingers entangle themselves in yours, pulling you into closets, into abandoned corridors.

Aegon was always eager, his mouth warm and soft against yours. Hands bunched in your skirts, desperate for the feel of you. You soon grew addicted to the sound of his whines, the feeling of his hands entangled in your hair.

But it seemed to be your banter Aegon craved the most, once the lust no longer clouded his vision. Aegon quite enjoyed mysteriously disappearing from the Keep to the astonishment of his mother and siblings. 

“You’re a madman,” you tell Aegon, and he grins wickedly, agreeing with you. 

Several miles from the Red Keep you and Aegon have found your spot to picnic. As you had departed the Keep to run an errand for the princess, you had found yourself entangled with the young prince once again.

“They shall be looking for you,” you tell the dragon prince who groans in response. 

“Let them look, I’d rather stay here, with you,” he murmurs, eyes closed facing the sunlight. 

You lived for days like these when Aegon took you from the castle. 

You reached into the basket he had prepared for the both of you, searching for your favorite treat. Placing a lemon cake in your fingers, you took a bite. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, still not used to the delicacies enjoyed by the royal family. 

Aegon’s mouth twitched, a smirk beginning to form on his handsome face. Your eyes narrowed at him.

“Don’t,” you warned and his eyes opened. The warm summer breeze blew his silver hair from his face as he rose to a seated position. 

“What?” he breathed, watching you chew. 

“You’ll spoil it,” you teased, as Aegon turned himself, laying his head within your lap atop your skirts. 

“I wouldn’t dare,” he assured, “I wish to see what brings you such pleasure, as that is my utmost concern in this life.”

You purse your lips looking down at him, before waving the remnants of the lemon cake that resided in your hand. 

“My pleasure is your greatest concern?” you ask, raising a brow.

He jerks his head in a nod, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

“Then you must make sure we have more of these,” you tell him, placing the last of the lemon cake in your mouth. Aegon’s mouth drops open with surprise. 

“Selfish woman! No thoughts of sharing with your prince,” he whines, lower lip in a pout. You can’t help but laugh at him, the sound ringing in the open air. 

As you laugh, Aegon reaches behind your neck, pulling your lips towards his in a tart kiss. You can feel his moan vibrating against your lips. 

“See what you’ve done,” he groans, grabbing your hand. He suddenly sticks your fingers within his mouth, causing you to squeal pulling your hand away from him. 

“I now have a craving for lemon cakes,” he growls, pushing you onto the blanket. His lips are on yours again, swallowing the laughter that pours from your lungs. 

Here in this field, at least, you are both happy, you are both free. 

[sheikahwarriork]

Silver snow post war dimileth.

Dimitri married queen Byleth as her prince cosort and is trying his best to support her until his friends and the queen's council drop to him thay he should get into getting her an heir for like yesterday because only a baby would give her reign legitimacy and a proper start of the Eisner Dinasty. SO... now he has to pretend they are doing it for Fodlan and he is not doing it because he is stupidly smitten.

She is kind, strong, intelligent and she could have any man or woman she desired.

And obviously she married him for political reasons... Because who would want the love of a beast like him? So he has to make it as painless and quick as possible? But why would she embrace him? But why does she looks tenderly at him? What does that mean?

He is a dumbass your honor.

They also both suck at communication your honor.

Ps. He obviously survived and married her because obviously all the blue lions survived and lived happily ever after in Silver Snow lalalalalaIAMNOTLISTENING.

SS DIMILETH!! and dimitri being a stubborn dumbass, i love to see it <3

(of course ALL the blue lions survive in SS. what are you even talking about. we dont see gronder so it doesn't happenLALALALA)

you kinda make me want to write a smut one shot with this idea anon 🥺 (BUT NOW I CANT I HAVE TO STUDY FOR MY EXAMS HELP AHHHHH-)

i'll save this prompt for later but meanwhile:

When Dimitri is told he have to give a heir to the Archbishop, to say he's troubled is belittling.

Of course he spent his academy days thinking about it- thinking to start a family with the professor of the Black Eagles, thinking about how sweet and perfect she would be carrying his child(ren) [The Blayddid Breeding Kink™ is always on]- but he always thought it wasn't possible. He didn't deserve her (he does); why would she love him back (she does)?

But now, now his wildest dream came true: he's married to the woman he fell in love with the very moment he first saw her. But at the same time, he knows it's all fake (it isn't), she doesn't love him back (she does, she too fell in love with him years ago), it's all for political reasons (the day Byleth and Dimitri got married was the happiest the Archbishop ever been).

He doesn't deserve her hand, and even less he does deserve to see her giving him child(ren). He knows it's a sinner, to love her in secret and yet under the light of their marriage; he's lying to her, they're married and yet he shouldn't be so happy about it, he shouldn't love her so much. And to give her a heir means... to use her, to lie to her once again; he doesn't have the right to indulge in his feelings, he doesn't have the right to have her, he shouldn't use her, he shouldn't enjoy the idea so much-

But she's watching him with so much tenderness, she's taking his hand with so much care it's like she's afraid to break it (it won't, Dimitri's body is strong, so strong he's the one afraid of breaking her-); and now she's kissing him with so much passion- it's their second kiss, the first a quick bruising lips on their wedding day, to seal their union- and he can't help but reciprocate, he knows he shouldn't- he told himself to be quick and functional, no feelings allowed-

And yet he indulges in her warm, because he's a weak man, no, a weak beast; and now she's dragging him to the bed, never letting him go, like she's afraid he'd disappear- but she must not worry, for Dimitri is a weak beast and does not want to go away- and her kisses become even more passionate and her hands explore his body with more fervor. And as they go on- Dimitri starts to think he's actually died during the war, and this is the afterlife, and the Goddess must be toying with him, all of this can't be real, she's exactly like he always dreamed- he stops in his kissing, and looks her in the eye. "Why?" he whispers, on the verge of tears. "Why are you showing me so much love? A depraved beast as i am, willing to use you for my sinful desires, does not deserve such care, does not deserve your warmth". He's about to move away, when Byleth's hand firmly holds him. "You asked why," she kisses his cheek. "I, too, have sinned," she kisses his nose. "I should have kissed you earlier," she kisses his damaged eye. "I should have shown earlier how much I love you," she kisses his lips. "I've sinned to you. I should have been more honest. But allow me to fix it".

A part of Dimitri wants to answer back- the part that keeps reminding him he's but a beast- but Byleth is looking at him with so much desire and not a hint of lies- she was never good at lying- and how could he refuse a direct request from his Goddess?

"As you wish, my beloved."

Texts from the time say the Archbishop Byleth and her husband Dimitri were blessed with many children, and that they both always smiled when looking at each other, desperately in love.

woooo anon i wasnt planning to write so much (I HAVE TO GO STUDY HELP) but thank you so much for the idea, i really needed to write those two dumbasses 🥺💙💚 (also sorry for the late reply, as i said i don't have much time lately bc uni is killing me and that is also the reason why i haven't updated my Azure Moon fic T__T being yuzu is suffering)

i hope you liked it, and again thank you <3 anons that drop dimileth ideas in my inbox are all my beloveds :3

[avionvadion]

I just had a thought occur to me: How is Malleus is going to handle the Senate of the Valley of Thorns? We know how they feel about scandal. And Eleanora, a weak, frail, magicless human as being who Malleus picked for his Queen, is probably going to be a huge scandal to them, worse than Lilia. I mean, at least she and Lilia can wear Valley of Thorns’ Royal Scandal club shirts together and I feel Lilia would put his retirement on break while he and Silver and maybe Sebek help her through anyone being snide or nasty to her in Malleus’s court.

Do they want the Draconia line to continue??? Because it’s been stated dragons can only be born through true love. Straight up, Malleus is NOT gonna be taking any bull from them- not after what they did to Lilia, and especially not towards El. Because if they keep it up, he will continue to live in isolation and who would he fall in love with then???

He’d probably remind them of what happened with Maleficent, and how she never fell in love again after what they did to Ellis. How she withered away and was killed by a human prince. If not for Maleficia and Meleanor, the Draconia line would have ended with her.

A dragon’s love is a dangerous one, and Malleus has already been burned one too many times to allow such nonsense to continue.

Silver is always on El’s side, alsjsksklsks. He’s pretty much her go-to when she needs help whenever Lilia isn’t available. Silver probably sends Lilia a postcard with a letter talking about how Malleus is fighting the Senate for El and freaking books a plane and flies over, like, “YOU CAN INSULT ME BUT DON’T YOU INSULT MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!!! Also, El, dear, here; a souvenir. It’s a paper dragon!”

El: “It looks ridiculous. I LOVE IT!” 🥰

Lilia: “Malleus, son, here’s another flag.” 😉

Mal: “I can add this to my collection! Also I missed you.” 🥺

Sebek is prepping the war banners at Malleus’ orders, lol. The Senate may be a bunch of ghosts but so help him Malleus WILL find a way to be rid of them if they keep persisting.

And absolutely Lilia and El end up with matching shirts after all of this. He probably sewed them together himself- so they’re absolute asymmetrical atrocities with various patterns that don’t match but the duo wear them anyways.

[hanafubukki]

Hello hello I just saw that you answered my ask about royalty!Yuu x Lilia (I was distracted by fields of mistria and delico's nursery) and I'm surprised that not only you but a lot of other people liked it 🥹

I saw someone talking in the tags and wanna add on some extra stuff:

-Even if Malmal becomes king Lilia still outranks him because Lilia is now emperor consort akskshddhsjn

-Yuu's world has magic, the magic however relies less on tools and more on biology and training (sorta like bending in avatar) it also has magical creatures (dragons, kelpies,harpies,etc)

-Succession depends on if the young monarch is capable of taming said creatures or not, if they pass the test only then can they start taking classes for subjects that will help them run the empire

-The moment the worlds merged all Yuu's friends started interrogating them about their past and status and Yuu is looking at them like that one hamster meme with the sad violin

"you've been royalty this whole time and never made a fuss about the way you're being treated in that dorm?"

"I didn't think it'd matter since this is a different world 🥺"

-I HC that since the world of twst has many monarchies and a nobility system it also has special laws for how students with royal status must be treated to enable both respect and neutrality

-The moment Yuu's status was publicly shared both sides of the the worlds went insane because on Yuu's side it was believed that Yuu, the people's monarch, was kidnapped but now there's an announcement for their upcoming engagement????? That will be followed by a wedding then coronation???? And on the twst side there's this new empire that has tamed dragons and other beasts that LITERALLY CAME OUT OF NOWHERE and has foreign magic right next door, but don't worry because apparently the monarch is going to marry some Fae???? so everything is fine

"there goes my freedom.."

"Dude- uh.. your highness, with all due respect, shouldn't you worry more about your side starting a war if you don't set the record straight? They seem very on edge."

"It's fine just call me Yuu as you always have, Ace. No there won't be a war, I already sent a message so a small delegation will arrive and I'll explain to them"

"does that mean we won't see you anymore?"

"of course not Deuce, I'll still be here and I'll fight to finish my studies... I just need to prepare what I'll tell them. I can't let them know about- oh my goodness! Lilia! I can never let them know about him as is!"

"why not?"

"From what I've seen this world believes in true love... My family does not and never will. Lilia could make a good marriage candidate because he's a retired general, but I can never let them know that he courted me. My family holds the sentiment that love clouds judgement and if you try to rule your empire with rose tinted glasses you'll be blind to any faults your partner would make at the expense of the people."

"I see, then Ace and I as well as our friends can help you guys out! We'll relay they message to Cater so he can tell Lilia and be on watch for any posts that could out you guys. You can count on us!"

"You guys would do that? Thank you so much. We just have to keep it up until the wedding because royal marriages are difficult to annul so it can't be contested, And seeing how I'm drowning in letters, they probably will speed through the wedding to get to the coronation "

"we'll let them know"

"wait if you guys got married does that make silver a prince?"

"Ace!"

"okay okay! I'm coming! Yeesh"

"Can't believe you're relying on those idiots"

"Be nice Grim. If they do as they say you'll be the ring bearer aaand you'll have more tuna than you could ever dream of"

"oooh I'm sold! Wait if I'm the ring guy then who's the flower person?"

"that'll be Sebek"

"oh you're mean hehehe"

Aaaaa this was an ooc mess but I really wanted to infodump

[referring to this ask]

Hello Empress Anonie 💚🌺💕

I'm happy many other's enjoyed your ask 💕💚 It's so cute. Also, Yessss another one who love's Delico Nursery 🥰💕 I haven't played fields of mistra but have friends who love it.

Going to call you empress anonie 💕💚

Yuu: My status means nothing, treat me the same.

Also Yuu: Shit, my love life needs to be a secret.

😂😂😂 Sebek is the flower boy is so cute. I can imagine him not knowing how to treat yuu either after the revelation too.

Silver is a prince....well, everyone thought he was always princely lolol

[doumachi]

thinking about your prince!jjun and chef!yn again 🥰 imagine you teach yeonjun how to cook or bake something really simple, he always watches you cook while he has hearts in his eyes and when you offer to teach him something he gets all nervous and shy but his eyes still twinkle with excitement 🥺 while you demonstrate cooking or prep techniques to him he just looks amazed like "wowww the love of my life is so talented" and when he tries it himself it takes a bit of effort but he gets it right! and you two are happily eating the food you made together, laughing and looking at each other with so much love 💕 when it's time for yeonjun to go you panic a bit and start cleaning up real fast, you try wiping off the stains on his princely outfit bc you're afraid you'll get found out but he just helps you clean up and reassures you that he'll come up with a good excuse for it to keep you safe <3 --bhj 🖤

bhj you really make my heart do flips with your ideas 🥹

“jjunnie baby, can you please pass me the piping bag?”

yeonjun was leaning against the counter admiring how you diligently placed the different flavored cupcakes on silver plates for the fancy dinner later that evening. your question brought him back to reality and he quickly went to a random direction of the kitchen before stopping.

he turned around and looked at you with a little smile.

“uuuhhhh baby”

you looked at him and chuckled

“they’re hanging on top of the sink jjune”

he also walks with you to the large refrigerator where the pre prepared frosting (made by you). you didn’t even need to ask him to carry the large bucket for you. he wants to make your job even the tiniest bit easier.

you’ve told him how hard it was to open the container, so he does that for you too :)

he begs you to teach him how to frost a cupcake. and how could you say no when he’s pursing his lips into that adorable pout and his sparkly eyes.

“okay jjunnie, so you’re gonna hold the bag in the middle, then fold the top down to your hands.”

he listens to you intently. he has his cute brows furrowed trying to mimic your movements.

“baby! baby! like this? did I do it?”

you give him a peck on the cheek and tell him he did perfectly.

“now we are going to put in the frosting. you just take your spatula, scoop the frosting, and put it in the piping bag. don’t fill it up too much though and fold the bag up again when it starts filling up, okay baby?”

he nods his head and tries it himself. you watch him spread the frosting into the piping bag. he looks so handsome in his prince uniform. he suddenly looks back at you with a grin.

“look! look! i did it!”

“yes you did, baby! now just squeeze a little out to release some of the air.”

he does as instructed and turns back to you for what to do next.

you took the bag from him and grabbed a practice cupcake to demonstrate. however, yeonjun went behind you and wrapped his arms around you waist and held your hands that were on the piping bag.

“i learn better this way”

he whispers and lays his head onto your shoulder. your face is burning, still not used to all the affection he gives you and how if anyone saw you guys now you would be served on a silver platter.

you squeezed the bag and so did yeonjun, moving it in a circle to the top and releasing it. you turned to your shoulder and your heart practically stopped. yeonjun was staring at you as if you were the greatest gift he could have ever received.

you were both leaning into each other to share a sweet kiss until you heard his courtier calling his name.

you hadn’t even noticed he had some red smudges from the batter he helped you make earlier.

you ran to get the bleach frantically. not wanting to get figured out by his assistant.

you hadn’t even taken three steps, when all of a sudden he grabbed onto your hand, turned you around and leaned down to give you a long kiss.

when you guys separated with you being out of breath from both the panic and fear you felt and that being the first kiss you’ve had.

“don’t worry, i can handle it, i promise. let me help you clean up even just a little.”

he says sweetly and a little out of breath. you were about to protest until he said

“pleeeeease ynnnnnn”

with his lips pursed into his signature pout and eyes staring into yours so softly that you couldn’t refuse.

when you said yes he quickly ran to put away the heavy container so you wouldn’t have to and cleaned up the crumbs from the cakes. leaving you to finish frosting the cupcakes:3

he leans down to nuzzle his nose to yours and makes a promise.

“I won’t let anyone break us apart”

he leaves you with one last peck on the lips before running in the direction of his courtiers voice.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 • ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : the people who appear kind to you will betray you

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : very simple as possible

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess reader, language, use of y/n, Henry is (30+), Jason Carver (yeah- his name alone is a warning) reader and Eddie are both (21), lost prince 👀, exile, frame up, mentions of loved one missing, false accusations, amnesia, arrange marriage, mUrder, manipulation, age gap

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : set in 17th century but upside down and Hawkins exists just imagine it's in old timey set up, dark fantasy, angst and drama, I apologize in advance :((

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I can't contain my excitement for this upcoming series! I really hope you'll enjoy reading! 🥺🫶🏻✨

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : if you haven't listen at the song below, I really suggest to listen it with lyrics because the whole idea of this series is about the song! :))💗

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ SARAH'S MAIN PAGE ❣

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

The kingdom is filled with joy and laughter, the palace is always cheerful

Your father, Jim, is one of the most respectable and beloved royalty, he fought many dangerous wars and despite the violence and the blood spilled, he still continues to be the caring and thoughtful King

From another part of your village, the small family that you adored so much, your father's most trusted advisor, The Munson Family

Wayne is almost like the substitute when your father is not around except for being strict in other situations

He is so fun and also the wisest person, you ever knew and there goes his nephew, Edward, which will soon to become a prince

One of the skilled knights in your father's army, is the king's general, Enzo

You always wanted to be like this, you wished that no one will ever destroy your precious home

After your 18th birthday, your dad has another duty to fulfill that he needs to attend

"You sure, you don't want anything?" He says as he climbs up on his horse

"All I wanted is for you to come home, father" you say as you handled his silver helmet to him with a worrisome expression on your face

He holds your cheeks "We'll be okay"

You exhaled as you nod to him weakly

He gave you a small smile as you watch him rode his horse away

Wayne arrived at your palace, disheartened you could see the horror from his face

His hair is disheveled and his boots are covered with mud

He fell down on the floor as you ran up to him kneeling down on the process

"W-Wayne? What happened?"

He's crying and he can't even talk straight

"S-Someone took my nephew- someone s-stole him!" He sobbed as he holds onto you

Your eyes welled with tears at his remark

You knew that boy, he's the sweetest, you hardly talk to each other since he has other responsibilities from his place

The doors from your palace bang with a loud opening as the bunch of guards circling the both of you

Your face turned into confusion as you looked at all of them

"Y/N- stay away from that man!" One of the guards announced as they forced to pull you away from him

"W-What? No!" You scream as you tried to reach for his hands but it was no use

"What are you doing! What is the meaning of this? Let me go! As your princess, I demand to know what's going on!" You tried to yank the grip on your forearms as you point one of the guards

"They've been practicing black magic at the town, your majesty"

The same ridiculed expression you both matched with Wayne as you looked at each other

"That's nonsense!"

For the first time in your life, you feel like no one is listening to you like, you feel useless, as they tried to drag you away from Wayne

"You shouldn't arrest him! His nephew- Edward is missing!" You shouted out loud but it seems like whatever you do, they won't follow you

You feel weak and small as you sobbed quietly

"Where's father? Where's Enzo?" You whisper to yourself as you watch Wayne put his hands behind his back as they tied it

They push you from your bedroom as you heard them lock it

You couldn't sleep, you wonder what is going on with Wayne, he is sure locked in the dungeon

For a while, you dozed off

A sudden soft nudge from your forearms, you slowly open your eyes and there you see your father right in front of you

"Father? Am I dreaming?" You happily say as you wrap your arms around him

"My dear daughter, how I missed you so" he hugs you tenderly

"Wayne, they locked him up a-and I don't understand- and Edward- he's- he's missing!" You immediately say as you tried to look on his eyes for answers

"What?!"

"And Enzo- are you with him?"

"Yes, I am, listen, whatever you do, don't trust anyone asides from us" he looked at you with a pointed look

He takes one last look at you as you hold him

"Father! Please- don't leave!" You beg as you block his way

"I have to do this, Y/N"

"I want you to stay"

"Remember what you taught you to do, keep listening to your guts and your instincts"

"Please- tell me what's going on!"

He hugs you as you let another bucket of tears went down from your eyes, he kisses the top of your head

"You'll be a great princess, someday"

Your eyes went wide at his words as he let go of you as he disappeared in the night

You're left with confusion and fear

One year later after the haunting night happened

It's your 19th birthday and ever since that night, the palace walls are like watching you, you don't feel safe and it almost like a

Fever Dream

There is one however, saved you from the depths of hardship on that eventful evening

His name is Henry, he's tall, slim, blonde hair with blue eyes, has a record of achievements and comes from a wealthy family

He definitely looks older than you, but you can't help but question his kindness towards you

Jason, his presence alone, will always make you feel uncomfortable, he's a knight but an asshole

You always remind yourself from the words of your own father

"Listen, whatever you do, don't trust anyone"

The night couldn't even be more traumatic when a red light cracks the ground, a long branch of vines and screeching creatures came out of it

Your once peaceful Hawkins is now connected in the another dimension

You watch the grotesque happenings from your balcony as your knees wobble from the excruciating pain and wailing from your people

Unbeknownst to you, without your knowledge, Jason exiles Enzo from the palace and Wayne is locked up in prison for a lifetime

The sky is not the same anyone, it's dark and red thunderstorms everywhere

You still have no news about your father

Henry may be gentle around you but deep down you know his intentions are not always right

One of your people are dying with hunger, the meals that you're supposed to eat, you will give it to them instead

"Henry, my people are suffering"

"Your highness, you should not leave your room" Henry softly speaks at you

"I'm tired of you bossing me around"

"Well, maybe- you should be grateful who saved you before" Jason spats as he glares at you

And that's where you became silent

It's not your fault to be helpless at that night, but you did your every best to be the princess that everyone needed

His words may affect you but you won't let him get into you

You rebelled against the palace guards, fought with them and he only came into the picture when you're sucked down in debt

Almost penniless

You wonder where it all goes after he handled it

Henry made a declaration that it's forbidden and life-threatening to interact with the other side

Sure, the monsters are in it are terrifying, but how about the people that are left with that part of the world?

How did they survive? How are they're still alive in a place like that?

You have so many questions that some of your own palace maids won't give you answers and even, Henry

While walking around the hallway, you saw your father's study door is slightly open

That room is always locked and no one else is allowed to be inside, unless, your father personally asked to accompany to be with him

You heard two familiar voices, it's Henry and Jason

"Hawkins is going to fall soon"

"She'll grow on me, it'll take time"

"It will be a disaster- if she doesn't marry you"

Your cupped your mouth, you feel light-headed

"Why would you wait? When you could force her"

"Look, Jason, she's already afraid of me, I don't want her to feel unsure of me"

He scoffed "So- what are you going to do then?"

"I want her to trust me, I just haven't earned that yet"

"That's a waste of fucking time, Henry"

"You can't make me do that!"

"She has no choice! I know- she'll do anything to save her people even she doesn't want to do this"

Henry sighs in exasperation

"You're the only hope that she'll ever have"

The last words of Jason will make your skin crawl

"Marry her or I'll kill her myself"

The vase from your behind knocked over as it smashes on the floor

The two men went outside as they saw you there like a deer caught in the headlights

Henry eyeing you in concern while Jason menacingly looks at you like you're unworthy

"You know, you should feel lucky that someone is willing to marry you"

Your eyes are glassy as your heart suffocated at the intense fear that is building up

You ran away from them as you went outside of the palace

You heard, Jason calling the guards to lock you up in the dungeon

You quicken your pace as you tried to hide to catch up with your breath

One of the townspeople saw you

"You'll going away, miss?"

You nod hesitantly

"I just- can't leave the town like this- I can't go away when- but I also want answers- I feel like I'm in hell" you choked up in your own tears

"We hear you, princess, we understand"

You stare and for a moment- you almost lost your faith

"We'll cover you, now, go"

"Thank you"

"We can't keep up, sire- I think we lost track of her"

"if you can't catch her then I'll make it easy for you"

"I command you to eliminate her"

Henry argues with Jason "No- you can't do that!"

"Ignore him" Jason dismissed Henry as he orders more guards to look out for you

You ran and ran as your feet can take you farther and further away

But, this is the part where it gets all risky

If you step closer to this world, you don't know what will happen to you

You placed your palms over your knees as your chest rise up and down

You heard the overlapping guards voices becoming more closer to where you are now

You saw the bow and arrow that is targeted to you

You can't hear anything, only your heartbeat, the sounds of branches of trees, the noise from the guard's uniform- it blurred out

Take the risk or live through hell

You went in and the arrow that is meant for you disintegrated into ashes

"We can't follow her there, it's against the rules"

"That's not our problem anymore, she's gonna die in there"

You watch the veiny portal to see if they'll continue to chase you

The screeches of the creatures got your attention

It almost like Hawkins but different, filled with vines and unusual air

One of the flying monsters tried to attack you as you ran again

You have your sword with you but you're too tired to fought them all off

They're so many and it seems like this is your fate, the creatures are circling around you, they're gaining on you

You run as fast as you could until you heard someone saying from afar

"Hey!"

Before you can look at the person that called you, you turned your heel around as you accidentally slipped and hit your head on the rocks

The mysterious man with a low bun jogged his way towards you as he looked down on you

Your head is bleeding and he didn't think twice to carry you

Who will rescue you now?

No present father, no advices, no guidance, no more friends around

Only, you can save yourself

Is this the man that you're father is referring to? To not to be trusted?

Or the ones that lives from your palace?

[cambion-companion]

aemond falling in love with a musically gifted woman and every time they’re getting ready to sleep he asks her to sing to him 🥺 this thought JUST popped up in my head. like imagine he hears her before he sees her. like she’s singing for some event or something but aemond gets there too late and only sees the back of her head. it could be a whole thing where he’s trying to find her because her voice intrigued him that much.

Beneath the Mistletoe

This fic took ME on a ride

I have been waiting to do this one for too long and I made it Yule-themed as well...reader introduces Aemond to some winter traditions hehe

Aemond x fem!reader | Aemond reluctant to take part in festivities | harpist!reader | cheeky banter | mistletoe kiss

You fingers plucked the strings of your harp, constructed of the finest walnut wood, filling the dining hall with lovely music as you accompanied the other musicians. Your keen eyes swept the dance floor, taking note of all the noble lords and ladies swirling about, strung to the music you were creating.

All were dancing and making merry, save one obvious exception.

Aemond Targaryen. The silver-haired enigma. The young man who had all the ladies gossiping and giggling as they whispered behind hands, surreptitiously glancing at the rigid form of the prince.

As if he felt your gaze upon him, while he sat at the long table, his eye flicked to meet yours. Neither of you broke eye contact, you watched as he studied you and the instrument you played. A pleasant shiver prickled the back of your neck, he seemed interested in you. A small smile tugged at his lovely lips, curved and plush as they were. You longed to run your fingers along the shape of them.

Your fingers stumbled, you lost the beat of the music and faltered.

"Come on now, Y/N." The fiddler beside you chided. "Keep up! Don't let pretty princes distract you."

You mumbled a curse at him, steadying your fingers upon the harp strings once again and reentering the melody. You shot a quick glance back at the table, Aemond was grinning slyly at you now.

Your face burned, and you had to look away before you messed up the song again.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

She was quite a lovely sight, seated before the wooden harp, fingers so dexterous as she conjured music as though it was magic.

Aemond was loathe to admit it, but he was entranced at the sight. The harp perched between your legs, a rather intimate instrument he mused.

With long fingers grasping his pewter goblet, Aemond raised his cup to his lips, pretending to drink the wine therein, still observing you over the rim.

"See something interesting, brother?" Aegon prodded his shoulder, rousing Aemond unpleasantly from his contemplation of your form.

"Is there no one else for you to bother?" He cast an annoyed look at the elder prince, appraising his unkempt state. "Did mother not instruct you to wash before the Yuletide feast?"

"I'm presentable enough." Aegon defended, tucking a greasy strand of silver hair behind his ear.

"You look like an urchin."

"You have the look of a man who sees a woman he likes." Aegon wiggled his eyebrows at Aemond, his cheeks ruddy from all the wine he'd consumed. "Go talk to her."

"She's busy at the moment." Aemond actually took a sip of wine this time, almost choking as Aegon clapped him hard upon the back.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

"What are you-?" Aemond's eye narrowed as he watched Aegon cross the dance floor, almost getting clotheslined by a waltzing couple as he did. "Oh no." He murmured, rising to stand, bemusement and bewilderment furrowing his brow.

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"Excuse me. Harp lady. Stop playing a moment." You looked around, your hands stilling upon the vibrating strings. The last person you expected to be speaking to you was Aegon Targaryen, the eldest son of Viserys and Alicent. Yet here he was, his cheeks red from the influence of wine as he grinned down at where you sat. "My brother would like a word."

"I'm sorry my prince." You bowed your head. "I have been commissioned to play for the royal feast."

Aegon was having none of it. You made a disgruntled noise as he took you by your elbow, guiding you ungently to your feet. You steadied your instrument as it teetered, jostled by the abruptness of your movements as Aegon practically steered you away.

You looked guiltily over your shoulder at your fellow musicians, giving them a little wave of apology as you were dragged toward the long dining table.

Aemond stood as Aegon approached, his hand still gripping your arm.

"Let her go, Aegon." Aemond's voice was terse but still held a quality that made your skin tingle pleasantly.

"Talk about a first-class delivery." Aegon chortled, smacking you between your shoulder blades, making you stumble slightly forward.

You noted how Aemond raised his hands as if prepared to catch you should you need assistance. Luckily for you, Aegon wasn't that rough.

"I'm not a Yuletide package." You grumbled, straightening your skirts and giving Aegon a displeased glare before curtsying to Aemond.

"Indeed not!" Aegon agreed, crossing to pour himself another generous glass of wine. "Aemond here is the one with the package for you."

"That is quite enough." Aemond hissed, his jaw clenching as his lilac eye cut from you to his brother. "My lady." He gave you a curt bow and held out his arm for you to take. "Allow me to escort you elsewhere, the better to escape my inebriated brother."

"You can thank me later, Aemond!" Aegon called after the two of you as Aemond guided you away.

You had to remind yourself how to breath properly, the feel of Aemond's leather jerkin smooth beneath your fingertips as you entwined your arm with his. He smelled lovely, a combination of smoke, leather and spiced wine.

"I do apologize." Aemond intoned, inclining his head toward you as he spoke softly. "I do not even know your name."

"Y/N." You answered, your voice almost catching in your tightened throat.

"Y/N." He repeated, your name sounding sinfully good on his lips. "My brother gets certain...ideas in his head and will not be dissuaded once his course is set."

"What idea inspired him to lead me to you?" You asked, a mischievous spark lighting in your chest. "My prince." You remembered your manners at the last second.

"Please, call me Aemond." The two of you stepped together out onto a moonlit terrace, complete with rosebushes and archways covered in vines.

The night air was brisk, you subconsciously pulled Aemond's warm body closer to your own. You noted how he had not answered your question. "Aemond, then. I noticed you didn't seem a fan of the festivities."

"I enjoy feasts well enough."

"But not dancing?"

"No, not dancing."

You stood at the railing now, under a mossy archway, overlooking the red roofs of King's Landing, now bathed in silver light under the night sky. The waves of the sea far away sparkled merrily, catching your eyes momentarily before you turned to face the silver prince.

"What do you like, then?"

Aemond clasped his hands behind his back, his profile sharply illuminated by the moonlight. His eye flicked to your face, he was very close to you, closer than you had ever imagined you would be to a prince let alone a Targaryen.

"I enjoy reading. Swordplay..." He hesitated, turning away from the urban vista to give you his full attention.

You arched an eyebrow, a small smile playing along your lips. "And?"

"Hmm." He tilted his head at you, shining silken hair falling over his shoulder. "I enjoyed watching you play your harp." His eye widened slightly, as he straightened, catching himself leaning closer to your enticing smile. "That is to say, I enjoyed the music you were making."

"I'm surprised you heard it." You leaned an arm on the balcony railing afraid your knees were about to give out. "Harps are notoriously hard to hear in a setting such as a feast."

"I heard you." Aemond was still studying your face, seeming to like the little changes in expression he saw as your lips quirked up, your eyes crinkling at the corners, the scrunch of your nose. "You are quite skilled. Perhaps you would play for me sometime?"

"So long as Aegon isn't there."

Aemond chuckled at that. You wanted him to laugh again, it was a sound that sent shockwaves straight to your center.

"You're biting your lip, Y/N." Aemond's eye had found your mouth, lingering upon your lips as you wet them with your tongue.

"I just noticed something." You pointed to the space above your heads, a strand of foliage hung from the apex of the archway, white berries nestled amongst sprigs of green.

"What is that?" Aemond asked, looking up to where you pointed.

"You don't know what mistletoe is?" You looked aghast, pressing a dramatic hand to your heart. "It's a Yuletide tradition."

"I believe we've established I don't give much credence to festive traditions, Y/N." He seemed to like saying your name, waiting for you to explain what it was.

"When two people stand under a bundle of mistletoe they have to..." You trailed off, your boldness turning to sudden shyness as you realized what you were about to say and who you were speaking to.

"They...what?" Aemond prompted, looking again at the plant, sudden wariness upon his features.

"Kiss."

Aemond looked at you in surprise. "I'm sorry?" He chuckled. "That's a tradition? You're having me on."

"I promise you I'm not!" You blushed furiously.

Aemond seemed to be enjoying making you squirm. "You're making this up."

"I am not!"

"A clever scheme."

"I will bet you money that it's true." You felt lightheaded from the embarrassment. "Ask anyone inside."

"Kiss me then."

"I am not lying-what?" You must have misheard, you had to fight not to gawk up at the prince as he looked imperiously down at you.

"Since you're so adamant this mistroe forces two people to kiss..."

"Mistletoe." You corrected quickly.

"Then make good on your claim." He leaned into your space; you felt his breath upon your face. "Or else I suppose we will be stuck here for eternity, held captive by this plant."

"Aemond, we don't have to..." Your words caught in your suddenly dry mouth as Aemond hooked a slender finger beneath your chin, pulling you gently forward.

"I want to." He breathed, waiting for you to close the final distance separating you.

Your eyes roved across his angular features, his lilac eye turned silver in the moonlight, the leather eyepatch covering his other eye, a vertical scar running up his forehead and down his cheek. Your gaze fell to his lips, the very lips you had been daydreaming about not an hour earlier.

Your eyelashes fluttered, a sudden rushing sound filling your heated ears as you leaned forward, Aemond's finger on your chin moving trace your cheek as his lips parted.

As if guided by an invisible force your lips brushed against his, a wanton moan escaping your mouth that he captured as he pressed harder against you, pulling you by your waist flush against him.

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You tasted like starlight and mulled wine. Your body warm against his. Aemond could feel the soft well of your bosom flush to his chest, the enticing scent of you filling his lungs as he breathed you in.

Thank the gods for mistlewhatever, his mind was too full of you within his arms for him to think clearly. Aemond drank down your sighs of pleasure as he greedily moved his lips with yours, only pulling away slightly when the both of you needed to catch your breath.

"Did we satisfy the tradition?" He asked, his eye crinkling as he smiled at your eager expression.

Your hair was a little mussed from the intensity of your embrace, Aemond smoothed an unruly tress and tucked it behind your ear.

"I'm tempted to say 'no'." You quipped, finding your voice at last.

"I would like for you to play your harp for me later this evening, before I retire." Aemond kept his hands upon your waist, loathe to let you go. "Perhaps we can revisit this," he reached up, plucking the sprig of mistletoe from where it hung. "later." He pocketed the plant, relishing the way your cheeks flushed pink as your lovely intelligent eyes followed his movements.

"Where should I find you, my prin-Aemond?"

Aemond let his hands fall away from you at last, only to clasp your hand formally and press a warm kiss to your knuckles. He lingered there, enjoying the feel of your soft skin on his lips. He had to suppress the urge to flick his tongue out to taste you.

"The sitting room adjacent to the library. I will find you there after the festivities adjourn."

His gaze lingered on your upturned face, softly taking in your lovely expression.

"You're not going to ask me to dance?" You gave a mock pout, drawing his attention back to your enticing lips.

"Oh no, my lady." Aemond chuckled dryly. "Enchanting as you are, I do not indulge in dancing."

"Maybe I can change your mind one of these days."

He gave a pause, feeling the bundle of mistletoe inside his jacket. "I wouldn't rule that out as a possibility." He extended his arm to you. "May I escort you back to the feast?"

You shook your head. "Thank you, no. I need a moment...that is, I would like to enjoy the view a little longer."

Aemond watched as you turned back to the scenic vista of the sprawling city below. He allowed himself a moment of weakness, his eye trailing down along your body, taking in the way your skirt shifted in the light breeze, accentuating the curve of your hips and your full...he needed to depart.

With a final shallow bow Aemond turned briskly upon his booted heel and strode back toward the Yuletide festivities, silently wishing he could get away with remaining at your side for the rest of the evening and perhaps even longer. He had been gone from your presence for mere seconds and already craved you.

Aemond would never admit it out loud, but Aegon had been correct.

Aemond desired you.

And what he desired, he claimed.

[rayroseu]

LMFAO Ramshackle duo bantering.... 💕💕✨✨✨I love this event so much 😭😭🙏🙏 Also Grim's cape has the same color as Meleanor's cape and his hat looks like its Crowley's... 👀

THE TIPPED HAT TO ACCOMODATE HIS CAT EARS... psppsps grim... my precious... HES NOT BEATING THE CAT ALLEGATIONS 😂😂

??? THIS ISNT EVEN BRIAR VALLEYS TRADITIONAL CLOTHING OHMGOD I WOULD DIE FOR AN SSR MALLEUS IN BRIAR VALLEY EVENT 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 With Silver and Sebek in their traditional attire briar valley attire as well 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️‼️‼️🙌🙌✨✨

^^^Me after the release of this event lolol

Sebek is so me, I squealed irlll JDHJAJDS MALLEUS IS SO HANDSOME PRETTY PERFECT THE GORGEOUS PRINCE EVER

Aaaaaa I love how Diasomnia always tries to include the others 😭😭😭💕💕💕✨✨✨ I'll forever pray they'll stay together omg.... 🥲🥲🥲

AMNDKIDIQD MY MALLEYUU....🙌🙌🙏🙏✨✨✨🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🥺🥺💐💞💗💞💗💞💞 YUU MENTION!! YUU MENTION ‼️‼️‼️💞💕💗💞💗💗 THIS EVENT HAS WON 💗💕💞💕💗✨✨✨✨👌👌👌

Also I read on twitter that since Malleus asked Yuu to take the picture and send it to Lilia...👀✨ It means that Malleus hangs out with Yuu so much that Lilia gave his number to them lolol

It matches because even Silver asks Yuu whenever he searches for Malleus 🥺🥺✨✨✨ Sebek lets be friends... be a ramshackle dweller as well like all your adopted family now 🤭🤗🤭 🙌🙌✨✨

I'm really proud of Sebek's development though... Seeing this event right now with him being competitive with Silver often... and then knowing how he helped Silver in Book 7 🥲🥲🥲💗💞💗💞💕💕 EVERYTHING I WANT!!! FOR SEBEK TO SHOW HE CARES SO MUCH FOR HIS PARTNER IN KNIGHTLY DUTIES AAACKKC💕💕🥲🥲🥲

(I hit the image limit goddamniy😭😭😭😭💥💥)

But Deuce and Riddle are so precious.... Riddle not knowing what Boss-vibe means lolol but still appreaciating Deuce's compliment... The Queen and his card soldier... CRYING PRECIOUS...

Also Epel,,, I think Riddle's outfit has a cute vibe too lolol I would want to wear Epel's outfit if I were to choose ‼️‼️✨✨💕

Professor Trein is the best teacher KAJSJA He's my favourite faculty member... He cares for everyone!! He's worried for leaving Lucius for awhile, He looks so proud seeing his students enjoy their new outfits, He's worried for NRC students to ransack the city LMFAO... but the funny thing about it is that he's not worried for The Prefect because they're with them and they're good at keeping Grim in check 😂✨

I love this event bcs it gave us more Trein moments, more Malleus and his knights and Yuu getting along, more dynamics to ponder about!! Like Epel and Riddle... Or Azul and Deuce lol Its thr best...!! I cant wait for Part 2 🥺🥺💕💕

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Tsubaki and Lawless Sibling Headcanons

After reading that meme about what woulda happened if Lawless and Tsubaki were on good terms I had to make these headcanons

This. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought about this-  Allow me to do a small rant/analysis-

Lawless is canonically referred to as having a family root according to Gear in this panel

Yall no one can change my mind Lawless got fat daddy issues that run deeper than a black hole

As shown in these panels he has a deep respect and gratitude to Saint germaine for reviving him, and even goes as far as to lecture Kuro for being "rude"

I also find it interesting how of all the siblings Lawless is pretty much the only one that was happy to be revived, aside from Ildio who was more or so neutral on his new life. Lawless pretty much took his new life and appreciated his second chance-

Personally in my opinion, I believed because he was a lower-ranking prince who was killed in a conspiracy he may have never gotten a chance to live life? He looks like he died pretty young and since he was a lower ranking prince, he may have lived with a silver spoon in his mouth, but likely was never able to go out to much and was probably very lonely. He probably only had Guil by his side which is why I love and adore their father/brother dynamic 😭

SPEAKING OF BROTHER DYNAMICS- KURO I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU-

dAWG- WHYD KURO DO HIM SO DIRTY 😭Bro straight up just lost Ophelia, is about to lose his "second father", then gets dumped by his own god damn brother- Like Kuro pretty much told him "we shouldn't have been born". Like bruh lawless got done so dirty in a span of like a week, like even after this he goes back home  Ophelia's kingdom was destroyed 💀

Also he had to walk to the meeting stop for about 10 days+ and then walked back on his hedgehog stubby legs like is this man okay, IMAGINE WALKING ALL THE WAY ON FOOT AND JUST BEING DUMPED LIKE THAT- no wonder bro held such a fatass grudge against Kuro. Centuries later they meet again and  Kuro really had the audacity to be like, "why u mad at me" as if he didnt kill Saint and told Lawless they shouldn't really exist 😭

Anyways, moving onto the actual Tsubaki and Lawless siblings headcanons-

Lawless desperately wanted a family and tried seeking that through his new found Servamp siblings, but sadly none of them really wanted it aside from Ildio and Freya. Love the headcanon that Freya canonically thinks of Lawless as her "dear brother"🥺

Tsubaki later down the road looks like he craved that too? In fact it looks like he went to every sibling and tried asking them who he was and none of them knew. But what Im curious is about is this

Lawless already knew about Tsubaki? When we got Lily's POV, he stated that he was visited by Tsubaki, and Tsubaki started laughing because none of his siblings knew about him. Now Im curious, because if Lawless had met Tsubaki in the past, what was it like? Did he just know of Tsubaki from C3? Given the fact that Lawless has spied on them sometimes when he was bored, is that how he found it? But I have a weak heart, so lets make some headcanons on had they met earlier and actually became close.

In a perfect world, Id had pictured Lawless helped Tsubaki escape from C3 and they both became close since both craved familial love. Its been revealed that Tsubaki is trying to protect his little sister so for sure, bros in the same boat as Lawless trying to make found family

There was also an old book called, "The Hedgehog and the Fox" where a quote is stated, "The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing." Reference: https://www.jimcarrollsblog.com/blog/2018/5/23/are-you-a-hedgehog-or-a-fox#:~:text='The%20fox%20knows%20many%20things,various%20wiles%20of%20the%20fox.

I like to think this very similar to Lawless and Tsubaki. Tsubaki, is likely one of the strongest siblings and can clap cheeks instantly. He has many skills and is canonically the only one that can "kill" his siblings, but Lawless is older, so I believe the "the hedgehog knows one big thing" is really cute, but it feeds into the dynamic that, yes although Tsubaki is superior to Lawless in terms of power, he has a lot more to learn.

Considering Tsubaki was locked up in C3 for a while I would like to think Lawless took him out and immediately tried getting him situated in the modern era. Thats my perspective on "hedgehog knows one big thing" like imagine being locked up and experimented for ages, and finally being introduced the modern day, like when was the last time Tsubaki saw the sun 💀

I also headcanon Lawless is probably pretty well off considering hes greed and judging from the fact hes constantly wearing rings and bracelets like I doubt those are fake, and he literally shops at Shibuya. Lawless is canonically a bougie bitch 💀

Please give me cute shopping montage of Lawless dripping out Tsubaki in modern Japanese styled clothing LIKE I WANNA SEE HIM WEARING THIS

Anyways thats all I have for now, but TLDR: I love servamp sibling interactions, strike please stop depriving us