#storytime threads

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 49

In a quaint little neighborhood, nestled among the trees and chirping birds, there lived a curious soul. This person, hidden behind curtains and peeking through blinds, found solace in observing the lives of others. Every day, they would watch from their window, unnoticed by the world outside.

One sunny afternoon, the mysterious observer spotted something unusual. Across the street, in a house bathed in sunlight, a couple engaged in an animated conversation. Their gestures were lively, their laughter infectious. But something about their interaction seemed off. It wasn't the typical banter of lovers or friends; it was tense, almost strained.

As the days passed, the observer became increasingly intrigued by the couple's peculiar behavior. They watched as arguments erupted and reconciliations followed. They witnessed tears shed and smiles shared, all from the safety of their hidden vantage point.

One evening, as dusk painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the observer noticed a change in the couple's routine. They began to spend more time apart, their once animated conversations replaced by silence. It was as if an invisible wall had been erected between them, dividing their once harmonious relationship.

Unable to resist the urge to delve deeper into the mystery unfolding before them, the observer decided to take matters into their own hands. They ventured out into the twilight, their footsteps silent against the pavement.

Approaching the couple's house, the observer hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell. To their surprise, the door swung open, revealing the couple standing on the threshold.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

The observer hesitated, unsure of how to explain their presence. "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice… I mean, I've been watching… from across the street," they stammered.

The man exchanged a knowing glance with the woman before stepping forward. "You've been watching us?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

The observer nodded, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over them. "I know it sounds strange, but I couldn't help but notice… things seemed different between you two."

The woman's expression softened, and she exchanged a glance with her partner. "Come inside," she said, gesturing for the observer to follow.

[rara-avis-fr]

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[takami-takami]

V LORE DROP (trauma dump on main, fuck it, tired of being quiet about my stupid fucking family). Obviously, extremely untagged and triggering. Press Da Like button if you read.

Fun things my dad did to me:

Forced me to put my forehead against the wall after it was smeared with cockroach remains

During an argument, threatened to pass me around to his work friends at "the back of a club" and "show me a good time" so that I wouldn't be trans anymore (I was in high school. Had just turned 18 two months prior.)

Forced me to pick which of my siblings he would beat to break me psychologically

Dragged me down the hall by my hair and threw me into a door for asking to be walked to the bathroom because I was 9 and scared of the dark

Bought me alcohol to bribe me to talk to him again after he threatened to kill himself and blame it on me (I was an alcoholic at the time)

Asked me if I wanted my pet rabbit to be killed and have his blood smeared across my face and that I was going to bring back "Dr. [Redacted]" (a reference to the crimes he has committed in the past, possibly as a child)

Kept me and my siblings in an attic for years and didn't allow us to go outside except for rare grocery store runs (we were also "homeschooled" so there was no school or extracurriculars. It was just the attic. Also we weren't even taught anything because my mom had serious mental illness.)

Threatened to rape me and threatened to force me to s/a others

A million other things

[quincyhorst]

Twitter for FFI: Coaches & Budgeting

Inspired by (And in a way, dedicated to) u/Thunderousclaps and his Ina-Twitter series back on the Ina11 subreddit; specially his 2022 World Cup arc. One of my biggest inspirations for FFI content.

"Lo siento querida" = "Sorry darling..."

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"Ah, forgot to add something to the list. Apologies. Mechanical Bull: €2500"

J: "What do you mean with 'help', Naval!? Shouldn't it be cool we also have a bull to train with here? Feels like home!"

Q: "There's a huge difference between a living bull and a cog-powered machine, Coach. That 'bull' wants us all dead."

J: "Well, you guys are the Red Matadors. It should be easy to fend off that thing."

[thejournaluser]

there's this cat in my school who just appeared out of nowhere

[noblehcart]

@fasciinating SC u didn't ask and idc ur getting one

"You know, I wish, I had a little more of your courage." Was the quiet musing as the two sat nursing their respective drinks in a rare quiet moment of the shop. Forest green eyes shimmered faintly in mirth as she continued on, fingers reaching out to move a chess piece (Pawn to E3) across the board in front of them . "I could never get in front of a crowd of people and speak on something like you do."

[freedomarrow]

Evening Storytime Feat. a God || Leonardo, Dorothea & Edelgard

Chalkos? The god is no mage, she tells you. That said, she is emotional, and the emotions stirred from holding Edelgard and listening to your requests occasionally causes chunks of Chalkos to fall from the sky. You may have to play with her emotions. Grants 4d4 Chalkos.

@scarletrefrain @hresvelged

The bizarre nature of the dream was far from done playing with them, it would seem. From a nervous village, through a bizarre dungeon, through the horrific sight of the aliens throwing the girl off the cliff in a display heartless - and yet one, somehow, not particularly surprising for the Daein. Expected, almost.

Far from the first time he saw an invader being cruel for the sake of it, after all.

But the terrifying memory is already largely faded, replaced by one of serenity. The calm, dark forest stretches all around him - a bringer of the rare moments of peace and safety he knew even in the worst of times, a protector, an ally. Though the realization that his call for Micaiah, Edward, Nolan, Sothe - it will go unanswered, and it stings a little, he nevertheless finds himself feeling... well. Surprisingly so, and almost to the point of guilt - especially when he takes note of the presence of Dorothea and Edelgard, and the states they are in. He probably is not supposed to be feeling so well.

But can he help it, if for years the forests were the only places where he was allowed to experience comfort and serenity?

And here especially, he cannot help but feel as though the forest, the night, the calm moon above his head - that it lives - that she lives; she lives, and breathes, and listens to his thoughts most intently, and she is the one taking care of the wounded Edelgard with the concern of a parent watching over their sick child.

“... Hey. How are you feeling?” A somewhat personal question, perhaps, that he poses to the girls - but are you okay? felt simply stupid in comparison. “Let’s try to take it easy and rest for a while. A lot has happened.”

His mind races through the images of the past days, as though to fill in what he hides behind the simple a lot - and as he speaks, he takes note of something shiny now resting in the grass near him.

... Chalkos? Interesting.

He sits down directly on the grass, the same way he always has. It is quiet, and he gets the impression that the silence is not going to help lift the mood.

It is not as though Leonardo dislikes silence, he very much enjoys peace and quiet - but sometimes, it makes it too easy to think.

“You know... I’ve spent many nights like this, actually. If you’d like, I can... share some stories, maybe? To pass some time while we rest...”

It feels weird, being open about himself. But he cannot help but be influenced by the serenity of the scenario he so well knows.

[chaneajoyyy]

That's insane!!!

I think about British Airways Flight 5390 a lot

[yourstorythreads]

Question of the Week

how did you bring yourself out of the lowest point in your life?

[toadmancer]

no longer nakey 🎉

[bravewolfvesperia]

Just going to the store was a normal occurrence for Yuri back then, but since he was a child, it was almost never alone. They needed more hands to carry the bags so it often resulted in the boys going in a group. Other than that, going outside the Lower Quarter for anything they needed always meant at least a couple of them wanted the emotional support. Karol had grown up relatively alone in that sense, as far as Yuri knew... but Yuri usually went to the stores with at least someone in tow.

"Yeah... I never knew my mother. I was told she died basically right after I was born. Never saw or heard anything from a father, so I can only assume he left my mother during the pregnancy." Part of him hated whatever father he might still have out there for that. Leaving someone from the Lower Quarter was probably not unheard of by itself, but leaving a pregnant woman to fend for herself in the Lower Quarter? It didn't matter what his reasons were. Yuri wasn't sure he could forgive him for abandoning them like that, even if Yuri wasn't born yet.

For all Yuri knew, he might have been the cause of it. It wasn't like he'd never thought about it when he got older. How for all he knew, he might have been an accident that caused his parents to split. Given how expensive it would be to care for a child in the Lower Quarter, it wasn't impossible. For all he knew, he might have been the result of a single night and his father wasn't banking on any kids.

Whether or not anyone from the Lower Quarter itself knew the truth he didn't know, because they had never told him. At least, anything Jiri knew died with her and Hanks still hadn't said anything to him. He was plenty old enough to know any hard truths by now, so... he could only assume Hanks simply didn't know.

"But I grew up in a sort of... community home. Me and the other boys were basically just put into one house and we called it an orphanage until there actually kinda really was one. The adults didn't live with us and lived nearby when we were younger than you are now, so it was mostly just a spare house the orphan boys were all put into so we had a roof over our heads."

And really? That was the best anyone could do for them. Shove all the boys in a house and leave them to hopefully get along and teach each other how to act when Jiri wasn't around for them. Like most human groups, they all just... ended up looking to Yuri for guidance because he had the most confidence. "At some point they took to me like I was in charge of them, and... I guess I never lost that side of me that always felt urged to look out for the other kids. Like you, and going off alone to the store. I'd be worried if I found out any of them did that too."

It was just a habit now that he hadn't lost. Karol was plenty responsible, but sometimes he would think about the other boys he knew. Any of them going off to the store alone in the Citizen's Quarter, frightened at the looks and words. "If we had to leave the Lower Quarter to go to a store, we got nasty looks at best. The same way I worry about you getting bullied along the way to or back because of your past, my foster brothers would be bullied too. We all were, it was just... easier to handle as a group. We were almost always together though, so... when I see you going off alone, I guess that worry still sticks in the back of my mind after how some of those men treated you when we first got to Dahngrest."

Upon hearing that the medicine was working and that Yuri was already feeling the effects of it was a good sign that left Karol sighing in relief as if he had been holding his breath. Finally getting himself to relax, he sinks into the couch a bit as he stares up at the ceiling. Yuri was going to be okay. Good. He definitely didn’t want to think of the alternative of the medicine not working.

“If you can feel it working right away like that, then that means you should be okay. If you feel like you’re feeling worse though, let me know.” Even if Yuri was against it, the next step would be to get a doctor. Even if they needed to save the money, none of that would matter if Yuri died from poison. But he shouldn’t keep stressing himself out thinking of ‘what if’s. Yuri would be okay.

The apology, however, seemed to catch Karol off guard. He wasn’t really expecting an apology over something like that. It was a little true though. Sometimes it seemed like Yuri treated him like an adult, same as he would Rita and Judith. But then some days, he would treat him like he was just a small little kid who needed protecting and… Karol wasn’t used to things like that. He had always been on his own. No one really coddled him for being a kid so he just kind of… tried to grow up as fast as possible.

Dahngrest was a lot different from the Empire though, that much was certain.

“It’s okay…” Karol says slowly, moving to sit up. “I mean… needing supervision to go to the store is a little much but I get it. I think? It is a little weird though. No one’s ever really bothered to worry so much about where I’m going, what I’m doing or anything like that. It’s a weird transition going from a place where no one really cared to know what I was doing to a place where someone does.”

Karol kicked his legs from where he sat on the couch, leaning back against the cushions of the couch casually. It wasn’t the most comfortable couch in the world since they bought it on a discount but it worked well enough for now.

“Were things different where you grew up, Yuri? You always seem a little surprised when you hear about how I grew up. But…” Karol paused, a little hesitant. “...you were uh… you were like me, right? …An orphan? Was it not like this where you grew up?”

[peachiejeongin]

Sleepless Storytimes | Jeongin

Day 5 of the 12 Days of Staymas!

Synopsis: Jeongin cannot sleep on Christmas Eve, so you read him a bedtime story to help him doze off.

Pairing: bf!Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: None!

Notice: Hello, darlings! Welcome to day 5! Enjoy this cozy story, and make sure to go check out the other fictions!

Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the darkened world in a layer of stillness that could have lulled anyone to sleep. Yet, Jeongin was not just anyone - not tonight, at least. He sat curled up against the headboard, his legs tucked under the red-and-white plaid blanket. He had a faint pout plastered upon his lips, which was illuminated by the overhead light of the ceiling-fan.

He traced patterns onto his pajama pants absentmindedly, his fingers moving as if they had no other place to reside. The weariness in his eyes contrasted the playful grin he had beamed all day as he helped decorate the Christmass tree, snuck cookies from the kitchen, and hummed Christmas carols under his breath.

You stood in the doorway, watching him for a moment. He did not notice you; he was too caught up in his silent battle against insomnia.

"Innie?" you called softly, breaking the silence. His head snapped up, his dark, tired eyes meeting yours.

"Oh," he replied, his voice just above a whisper. "Hey." You stepped inside of the room, the wooden floor chilled under your socks; you gently glided to the bed.

"Still can't sleep?"

Jeongin shook his head, his hair falling messily over his forehead. He looked almost younger like this, as if he was a vulnerable, innocent child.

"I don't know why," he admitted, the pout in his voice matching the output of his lips.

"Well, you'll never fall asleep just sitting there," you teased, perching on the edge of the bed. "Scoot over."

"What are you-"

"Just scoot!" you insisted, grabbing a book from the nearby shelf as Jeongin reluctantly made room for you. You slid under the blanket beside him, the warmth immediately seeping into your skin. The two of you fit snugly together, and the faint scent of Jeongin's shampoo drifted towards you; it was fresh and soft, like pine needles dusted with snow.

"What are you doing?" He looked at you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

"Hopping into bed with you," you responded innocently, cracking open the book. The cover gleamed faintly in the fluorescence: 'The Night Before Christmas.'

"You think a story will help?" Jeongin quirked an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," you retaliated, settling into the covers. "Now, hush. I'm doing this for your sake."

Jeongin huffed, but leaned against you nevertheless, his head resting on your shoulder. As you began to read, your voice soft and steady, his body relaxed bit by bit. The story wove a cozy spell around you both, every word painting vivid pictures of sleigh bells, snowy rooftops, and a quiet household.

At some point, Jeongin had shifted, draping an arm lazily across your lap.

"You're warm," he mumbled, his tone heavy with drowsiness.

"You're clingy," you teased playfully, though you did not pull away. His cheek pressed against your chest as he turned, and your heart stuttered at the feeling of his breath ghosting over your collarbone.

"Not like you care," he murmured, a faint smile washing over his lips.

You sighed, threading your fingers through his hair without thinking. It was softer than it looked, and you could feel the tension melting out of him with every pass. The weight of him against you was comforting, grounding, as if he was anchoring you in this silent moment.

The story continued, your voice filling the silence, but you were not sure he was even listening anymore. His breaths were slower now, his body was slack against yours, and his lashes were resting against his cheeks. His expression was so peaceful, and it made your heart speed up.

"Baby?" you whispered, not wanting to wake him but feeling an urge to check. He hummed in response, his arms tightening slightly around your waist.

"Don't stop reading," he uttered, half-asleep.

"You're already asleep." A soft laugh escaped you.

"Mm-mm," he protested weakly, nuzzling impossibly closer to you. "Almost, though."

It was impossible not to smile as you fixed the comforter overtop the both of you, tucking it around his shoulders. The lights cast a halo around his face, highlighting the soft curve of his lips and the faint flush on his cheeks. You traced an imaginary pattern along his back, marveling at how perfectly he fit there, curled up against you like a missing puzzle piece.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, muffling the world in a peaceful hush. It felt like nothing else mattered - not time, not the place - just the two of you cocooned together in warmth and solitude.

As Jeongin's breathing finally evened out, you leaned down to press a feather-light kiss to his temple.

"Merry Christmas, Innie," you whispered gently, caressing his cheek softly.

His lips curled into the faintest smile, and though he did not reply, the way he held onto you said everything he could not.

You stayed like that for the rest of the night as the comfort of darkness wrapped you both in its embrace. You glanced down at Jeongin once more before you yourself fell into dreamland.

He was silent, perfect, and entirely yours.

[curatoroffiction]

What You’ve Hidden Part 2

This is a continuation of a story I started writing in response to a post made here. (Which is where you’ll find Part 1 of this story) This is based off of @underqualified-human’s post on their “? Yuu AU” concept, and was really fun to write! I definitely love harassing Crowley. I know I write a lot of anti-Crowley propaganda, but I fuckin’ love his character. He’s such a slimeball and I love it. XD Storytime stops before Idia’s chapter because it hasn’t been released to the English version yet.

----- Story is reader-insert, gender-neutral, and is also a continuation of an existing chunk of story I already wrote. The boys discuss how much they really know the Ramshackle Prefect. That is, until the prefect arrives on the scene and begins to explain themself.

----- The conversation quickly moved from a lighthearted conversation about the Ramshackle prefect to a cautious journey embarking through the group's delicate notions of trust.

"I don't buy it - ___ can't lie. They're too honest." Ruggie shrugs. He's never seen you lie in a way that mattered. You were always so straightforward with him and everyone else in Savannaclaw, even when it probably would've benefitted you to lie. "They're not a goody two-shoes, but they sure aren't about to pull off a scheme."

Jamil on the other hand is now rethinking everything he knows about you. "On the contrary, I've found them to be quite.. Crafty, when they needed to be." He shakes his head thinking back to how you so easily would sneak out of containment prior to his overblot. How you could escape and even collect help. He starts connecting the dots on how you always seem to know just where to look or who to talk to in order to collect help. One could say it's fate, but it was hard for him to believe in fate after meeting you.

"... They *are* capable of lying.. Lying well, at that.." Riddle murmurs, not comfortable with the conversation's route, but incapable of stopping himself from treading into these waters as people talk more about it. "When Ace and Deuce want something kept hidden, they're very good at hiding things from people." His brow furrows as he thinks on the last dorm inspection.

"Well that at least tells us they're loyal to their friends!" Kalim smiles big, refusing to fret. "And that's all I need to know to enjoy their company."

"Are they loyal to their friends? Or are they just loyal to their resources?" Azul once again steers the conversation into the depths.

"Friends! If they were just looking for power, they wouldn't have helped Ace and Deuce when they got in trouble with you, right?" Kalim cocks his head to the side, looking to Azul with genuine confusion. It wasn't hard to imagine what motivated you in his eyes.

"Mmm.. I'm not so sure about that." Jade starts delving into this thought exercise. "Through those two, ___ got a chance to interact with Riddle, which dragged him into their scuffle with Leona - Which was the primary reason it wasn't a disaster. Leona helped with Azul, Azul helped with Jamil, Jamil helped with Vil, and so on..." Many of the dormleaders had never heard of the intertwining threads of their interactions with the prefect, or how perfectly it all seemed to meld together.

This starts to garner some genuine concern, causing even Malleus and Kalim to think on the coincidental nature. It's a little too perfect.

The guys are quiet as they feel themselves consumed with the idea that you might actually be a complete stranger. Someone who has come so close to them all, snaking your way in with ulterior motives. However, they each process the concept very differently.

Riddle just flat out refuses to believe it. He thinks Azul's being paranoid and that you'd have no real reason to lie to him. And even if his overblot put you off from him, you'd have no real reason to lie to Ace and Deuce. No, Azul's the one being paranoid here, and he won't get dragged down with it.

Trey feels like it's a nonsense consideration. Even if you weren't genuine when you first met everyone here, you surely warmed up with time - Isn't that just how being a social person works? No one puts all their cards out on the table without reason. He's got no reason to doubt you.

Leona on the other hand, lets his mind dance on the edge of the idea. He'd seen firsthand how you can change your tune if you need or want to. You're not above forcing people's hands, but.. You also don't really subscribe to the "Work smarter not harder" mantra that it really takes to scheme. You put too much effort into the things you do to be someone who isn't, on some level, genuine. Still, he underestimated you once, and doesn't make mistakes like that twice.

Ruggie on the other OTHER hand figures there's no reason to worry. Hell, he's fake as hell when he wants to be. As far as he's concerned, everyone's got a grift, and it'd be nice to hear you had one too. Even if your friendship was founded on a lie, he doesn't care. You've never treated him like he owed you, and you saved his life from Leona lashing out at him. As far as he's concerned, that makes you someone worthy of respect at the least.

Jade himself doesn't really care either which way. He likes you and is amused by you, but whether you value him as a friend or not matters very little to him. If he wants to deal with you, he will. He doesn't need an invitation or prior rapport. Still, he likes to think he knows you well. Even if he doesn't know your real name, he knows how to poke and prod you to get desired responses, and at the end of the day, isn't that enough?

Kalim's bothered by the prospect. He shakes his head outright refusing to even consider a world where you were disingenuous. Still, his mind thinks on Jamil. Someone he's held dear to his heart since he was a very young child was able to fool him and use him and control him. ... He doesn't like the idea that there could be secrets you keep from him. Still, if you do have secrets, maybe there's a good reason for it. Maybe you're afraid? Or you just need a safe place to open up? Maybe he just needs to be a better friend.

Jamil furrows his brow in thought. He'd overlooked you once, only to be surprised, and much like Leona, he doesn't make that mistake twice. But unlike Leona, he has to care as far as Kalim's wellbeing is concerned. He doesn't think you'd ever do anything to hurt Kalim, considering you once tracked him down to give him treasure that Kalim tried to sneak to you. If you were in it for the money, you'd have never done that. Plus, there were plenty of times that you could have hurt Kalim by now and you didn't. If you were some kind of physical threat, you'd have struck by now. But if it's a power grab, what kind of power triumphs over money?

Vil's not intensely bothered by the idea of you using every tool in your arsenal to collect strength. If you really were so quietly calculated, it'd be something to applaude. A fake smile here, a warm grin there, you're bound to make useful connections. It's no surprise to him that you were able to make useful connections that echoed forward. He finds himself annoyed with Azul's persistence on the matter, figuring that Azul himself has been bothered by this and is now trying to make it everyone else's problem. People often try to project their insecurities onto the people around them.

Rook on the other hand is delighted at the prospect. If you suddenly showed yourself to have a side that even he couldn't see coming, what a rush that would give! Maybe he should poke and prod you more. Maybe he needs to test the waters and see what really makes you tick? People often let the most real facets of themselves surface under pressure..

Idia already had like 20 fears centered around dealing with people going into this conversation - Most of which had to do with them lying to him already. This machiavelean web of social warfare that Azul is painting just gives him a headache. It's like when the business man thinks he's onto something in boardgame club and just won't relent. Idia may not have a high social self esteem, but he knows Azul well enough to not let this get under his skin. At least, that's what he tells himself. It's hard to not be bothered by the idea, but he won't get taken for one of Azul's wild rides.

Ortho's only bothered by this line of conversation because it implies that you could lie in a way that tricks his censors - And that just isn't like you at all! But any attempt to protect your good name is just met with Azul shrugging and saying 'Anything is possible, I suppose.'

Malleus is the only one who is really torn asunder by this conversation. At first, he was offended that anyone could think that way about you, being your fiercest protector in the matter, but then it hit him that you've always been a bit weird. You've never been scared of him - Was that an act? How could he ever really know? He knew he wasn't just a means to an end, but he had no clue if you befriended him genuinely or not. Did you really not know who he was when you met? Or was that a ploy? Whatever the case could be, he's gutted at the idea that you could be anything less than a friend.

Lilia isn't bothered by the idea. He pretends to be someone he isn't all the time. It's good fun! Even people who've spent their lives hiding their true selves in favor of a false self give away truths. He is, however, bothered by the dark look on Malleus' face coupled by the thunder of the rolling clouds outside. "I mean, everyone has something to hide, don't they, Azul?" His tone is more pointed, as though he'd uncover Azul's secrets for all to see if he answers incorrectly.

A shiver runs down Azul's spine at Lilia's sharper gaze, surprising him with the reaction. ".... Yes, but when someone knows all of our secrets, shouldn't we get to know at least SOME of their's?" He looks to the others to back him up, but isn't getting much help.

He can't be the only one bothered by this, right?

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The group is deep in thought when you arrive. You step into the room and all eyes are on you. Grim gulps from your shoulder, looking at all the staring eyes. Even he can't ignore the palpable energy of the room. ".. Did we miss somethin'?" He asks tentatively.

Azul takes the lead, snaking his way beside you with a big smile. "Of course not! We were just discussing how we don't seem to know anything about you, ___. Tell us about yourself?"

You take a glance around the room, which seems to confirm Azul's claim that the room is waiting for you to talk about yourself. "...." You blink. ".. What do you wanna know?"

"Well, your name, where's it come from? What's it mean? Tell us about it."

Your eyes narrow as you look at the businessman, who laughs off your suspicions. With Azul, there's always an angle. They must've had a bet about your name. Your eyes relax as you look around the room of your friends. Riddle looks annoyed with the octopus man. Trey gives a quiet shrug like 'I dunno why this guy is being weird'. Leona looks more annoyed with Azul than he does with you, but Ruggie seems interested in hearing you explain your answer. Azul is frevently awaiting an answer, Jade making his biggest creepiest smile to the side as his eyes won't budge from you. Kalim looks somewhere between distressed and excited. Jamil looks like he's trying his hardest to look indifferent, but you know by the way he glances at you that he's invested in your answer.

Vil actually moves to shoo Azul away from your shoulder as he takes over the conversation. "Azul's been 'kind' enough to express that we don't know much about you or where you came from. You came here so abruptly, and you had so little to your name in ways of protection. It's still an amazing mystery to us as to how you adapted so well." Quite the improv actor, Vil smoothly transitions you into the conversation with the grace of a socialite. While he's not bothered by the idea of you being cunning and cutthroat, he IS bothered by the idea that Azul might slip up and make it appear as though the entire group is worried. Besides, any chance to get to know you better is a gift.

Rook smiles delightedly as Vil takes over. If there's anything you're hiding, they'll surely be able to sense it. "Ah yes, Trickster, you fascinate with how otherworldly you are! Please tell us more about yourself. How DID you acclimate so well?"

Idia feels sick to his stomach. More social nonsense is piling up. And on the one day Ortho convinced him to come in-person to one of these meetings. He can't just check out and play a game as things are heating up, so he's stuck just looking visually awkward and avoiding your gaze. Ortho looks determined, but happy to see you. He waved when you first came in, which signaled everyone that you were there in the first place. Now that things are getting weird, he's just excited to have a chance to monitor your vitals while you're under questioning, so he can prove to the others that you're not lying.

If you're lying, he'll know.

Malleus looks like he's stuck in his own head and upset over something. Deep in thought - When he finally looks to you, his eyes melt a little and the storm temporarily relaxes. Lilia's more concerned with how strong Malleus' reaction to this than whatever you could possibly hide from them. He does find it amusing that he could scare Azul with just a judgemental glance though, and files that away as something fun to do if the young octopus man's antics cause Malleus or you grief. He's got thousands of years of judgemental dad looks stashed away for such an occasion.

"Well, uh.." You're not sure what question to answer, so you just answer Vil's because he's less creepy about it. "I just did what I could to survive. I'm as surprised as anyone that I've been able to last this long." And it's true - Everything you've done has been on the fly. Ever since arriving in Wonderland, you've found yourself in increasingly strange circumstances. You shrug, sorry that you don't have a better answer.

"But surely, you must have had something - Skills you've relied on, plans you've laid out. Things that helped you survive through the messes you've encountered?" This time, it's Rook speaking up, trying to coax more out of you.

"Not really, no. I showed up and had a flaming monster thrown at me, I held him up by the scruff of his neck and Crowley dubbed me as his handler. I was given a job as a janitor, and I'd have done it just fine, but Grim wasn't having it and threw a fit. We got in trouble for it and got a bigger workload with Ace. Then he dragged Deuce into the mess and we all got expelled.." You recount your first week here at Night Raven College.

No one ever really heard the story of what happened when you got here before.

You were a janitor? Crowley didn't let you be a student? But you came through the mirror! You couldn't even go home! The frustration of the fear that you're anything but genuine slowly bubbles away as they begin to find themselves annoyed with Crowley and his handling of the situation.

"If I got expelled, Crowley was gonna throw me out, and I had nothing, so I had to do what he told me to in order to stick around. We went to the mines, fought an overblot monster that seemed ancient, and got a magestone to replace the one we broke. From there, I was pretty ride or die for Ace and Deuce." You shrug.

Azul isn't having it though. "That explains why you got involved when they had trouble with Riddle, by why did you get involved when Savanaclaw was scheming?" He won't forget that you've somehow endeared everyone here to you.

"Crowley showed up at my door and told me to figure out why students were getting hurt. When I told him 'Nah', he blackmailed me with my food budget."

The room's stunned to silence.

".... Crowley.. *blackmailed* you?" Riddle's the first to speak up, and he's appalled and pissed. That whole ordeal was incredibly dangerous! He knew Crowley was slimy from time to time, but you didn't even have magic! That goes against several regulations!

"With your food budget no less.." Trey looks disturbed. Ruggie's big grin from earlier is gone.

You shrugged once again, desensitized to the idea. "I didn't want to get involved, but then I had to."

None of them can sense a lie off of you, but they're all listening attentively. They need to know more. How do the threads of fate connect you to them?

"What about after that? You didn't really need to help Ace and Deuce when Azul's plans came to fruition." Jade now speaks up, curious. "Surely, if you were scraping to survive at that point, it would have been easier to just ignore and let them fall to their own stupidity. It would even be a great lesson for them, yes?"

"I wasn't gonna get involved that time either - You're right, they deserved a lesson. Even Grim got in trouble there, but I was so tired at that point."

"So what happened??" Kalim asks eagerly, moving closer to listen, like his ears can't hear you if he can't see you well enough.

"Crowley again. Said faculty couldn't get involved because Azul wasn't technically breaking any rules, and he needed the problem fixed. Once again, I told him no and he threatened my housing security."

Malleus' eyes narrow. The storm outside is slowly building again, but this time for a very different reason. Azul feels sheepish. At every turn, you were being threatened and forced into involving yourself in the lives of the other students. So then why were you still so friendly? Ortho's eyes have gotten frustrated at the idea of what you're telling them. He's visibly upset. Rook is stone silent as you have every ounce of his attention.

"And with Jamil..?" Ruggie jabs a thumb in the direction of the long-haired boy from the sands.

"Crowley told me I had to keep the school's heating running while everyone was away, and I barely was able to remind him to get me food for the winter break. Even then, he held it as a reward I had to earn. He gave me a cellphone in case there was an emergency, but the damn thing was on the worst possible plan, and he never picked up when I called him. Kalim invited us to the dorm for a feast, and Grim and I were so hungry that I decided to let him treat us. When we got there, we got roped into everything.."

"But you escaped. You could have just stayed away at that point." Jamil finally speaks up, remembering the events. He's embarrassed by his actions, but he needs to know why you came back.

You throw a thumb towards Azul. "Yeah, but I only escaped because I accidentally flew the magic carpet into Octavinelle, and Azul made me take him back because he had his own agenda. I didn't wanna be indebted to him for the damage the carpet did, and I didn't trust him enough to return the carpet safely, so I begrudgingly obliged and got roped into bullshit again."

Azul looks embarrassed as once again the attention's all on him. This conversation is more exposing him for his shady bullshit than you for yours.

Luckily, he's saved by Vil speaking up once again; "With my.. incident - You were pushed into it by Crowley again, yes?"

"Yeah. Your troupe needed a place to stay, and my dorm was the only one equipped for it. I wanted to stay as far out of your way as possible, but it was kind of impossible when I was named as the manager and you knew where I slept. You whipped everyone into shape, and even pushed me to do my best, lest I find my snacks.. uh.."

"Tampered with as punishment." Jamil nods, remembering the spell Vil had been using. You were in a tough situation, and once again you made the call that allowed you your best chance of survival.

---

Before you can explain anything further, a familiar voice can be heard.

---

"Hello my gracious students! Thank you all for coming to this meeting!" Crowley has finally arrived. Half an hour late. He opens his eyes from his delight to find several people staring at him with malice. He blinks and gulps down his nerves. "... I seem to have missed something." ----- If you like stories like this, check out the rest of my collection in my Masterlist on my profile, or check out my stuff on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/CuratorOfFiction

[sequinsmile-x]

Where You Go - Chapter 1

She isn’t sure what does it, whether it’s the condescending tone in her mother’s voice, or how she can hear her aunt laughing in the background, but she’s lying before she can stop herself.

“Actually, I am seeing someone."

AKA - the one where Emily asks Aaron, her best friend (who she happens to be hopelessly in love with) to pose as her boyfriend at her cousin's wedding, and things change between them forever.

-x-

Hi friends!

It is once again July, which is not only my birthday month, but the birthday month of a LOT of people in this fandom - so I thought I'd write something to mark the occasion. I love you alls very much and you bring me so much joy with your kudos, comments and reblogs.

I was thinking about what to do, and I know y'all love getting together fics, and I almost never write them when they are not a one-shot. And I've also never done the fake dating trope with these two...so this seems like a perfect opportunity.

Chapters will be weekly throughout July :)

As ever, please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: full list of tags can be found on the masterlist

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Emily sighs contentedly as she sinks onto the couch, a glass of wine in one hand and a pack of peanut butter cups in the other. She’s reaching for the remote, ready to skip through the movie channels until she finds a suitably terrible Sci-Fi flick, when her phone chimes in her pocket. 

She puts down her wine glass and shifts to pull her phone out of her sweatpants and smiles when she sees Aaron’s name on the screen. Her smile turns into a laugh when she sees a selfie of him and Jack attached to his message. They have matching, over the top, frowns on their faces and Jack’s favourite book pressed between them. 

Apparently, my storytime skills aren’t anywhere near as good as yours. 

She presses her lips together to try to stop her smile from getting any bigger, her finger briefly hovering over the image of their faces before she types out her reply. 

What can I say, if you’ve got it - you’ve got it.

She’d always loved Jack. She’d been taken by him the very first time Haley had brought him to the office, way back when she and Aaron were still together and he was just Emily’s boss who didn’t quite trust her. Haley had seemed a little on edge, her frustration clear when Emily told her Aaron was on a call, her eyes flicking to Aaron’s office as she muttered she’d go talk to him regardless. At the time, Emily hadn’t known that their relationship was hanging on by a thread, that Aaron’s dedication to his job was fraying it even further, all she’d seen was an irritated wife whose mood was passing over to her son, a baby Jack wriggling and fussing in her arms. 

Emily had offered to take him without really thinking about it, her hands held out to take the baby from Haley’s arms before her brain caught up with her. Haley had simply smiled gratefully and passed Jack over to her before she’d walked up the stairs towards Aaron’s office with purpose. She’d huffed out a breath, only really aware that she was holding her boss's son when she turned to look at Jack, his face pinched together in a small frown that she was all too familiar with being on the receiving end of from his father. She’d turned his mood around quickly, singing softly to him and sitting him on her lap, smiling and pretending to chew on his fists when he kept trying to grab at trinkets on her desk. 

She’d ignored the curious looks from her teammates and waved off Haley’s gratitude when she walked back down to the bullpen, her shoulders somehow tenser than they had been when she’d walked in, something that was only slightly dissipated when she had her son back in her arms. Aaron had watched the exchange from the gangway, his hands on the handrail as he looked down at them all. Emily hadn’t missed the way he smiled, a quick flash of a thing across his face she was sure he hadn’t meant to show, when he saw how content Jack was in her lap. When she looked back on it, she liked to think that was when Aaron first started to trust her more, the obvious trust his infant son had in her the first shake of the foundations of his mistrust in her. 

Her phone vibrates again and she smiles softly at the response from Aaron, love that felt dangerous to feel blooming in her chest, the flowers of it crowding her lungs. 

We missed you tonight. 

She blows out a shaky breath and closes her eyes, swallowing thickly to push back down the same love her chest was stuffed full of, forever on the brink of letting it all spill out. 

She’d known that she was in love with him for a long time. A feeling she’d had since the start that she’d never dared to name suddenly obvious in the wake of him being missing after Foyet attacked him. Pre-emptive grief and fear that she’d known was more than just friendship rolling in her gut the moment she saw the blood on his living room floor. There was never a good time to do anything about it, never a perfect chance to see if the fleeting moments she thought he might feel the same way too could come to anything. 

By the time his life had settled down as much as it could, when his smile seemed real again and he was coming back out of the shadows Foyet had forced him and his son into, she was dead to almost everyone but him. She’d been so mad at first, stuck in Paris away from everything she’d built around herself, and it was easier to be mad at him than it was to be mad at herself. To pretend she was furious at him for making the decision that had saved her life. As time went on, as her weeks in Paris melting away into months, she realised she was angry at herself, sure that she’d lost her only chance to be happy with him. A crossroads in her life that she’d blindly walked by, sure there would be another turn to it further down the path. 

His, albeit short, relationship with Beth when Emily returned home only confirmed for her that her feelings were one-sided. When he introduced her to them at his recent triathlon it had felt like a kick in the gut, her rolling stomach no longer to do with just her raging hangover. 

He’d recently mentioned in passing that he and Beth had broken up, his smile tight when Emily expressed her sympathy, hoping beyond anything that he wouldn’t see the happiness that lingered beneath. 

Aaron had been an excellent friend to her since her return, and he’d slowly become the person she’d go to first about anything - even over JJ and Penelope. He was the only person who didn’t want her to be who she used to be, who didn’t expect her to fit back into a box that felt nothing short of the wrong fit. He’d started to invite her over to spend time with him and Jack, which is where her supposed superior storytelling skills had come into play. Jack always asked for her to put him to bed if she was there, and she couldn’t say no to him. She could barely say no to Aaron. She loved spending time with them, but sometimes it hurt. Like she was playing house with the people who, in another life, could have been her family. An echo of different choices. A reminder of what could have been. 

It was why she was home tonight even though Aaron had invited her over. She needed some time to re-group, to remind herself that it was okay if he didn’t feel the same way about her, because she’d rather have him as her friend, her best friend, than not at all. She’d told him that she was tired, that she was going to head to bed early, and he, thankfully hadn’t questioned it. 

I miss you both too. Next weekend. 

She’s barely sent her response when the phone starts to ring in her hand, her smile dissolving into a groan when she sees her mother calling her. She blows out a breath and shakes her head, flopping back against the couch as she hits answer. 

“Hi, Mother.” 

“Emily, I’m here with your Aunt Charlotte, and we’re talking about Tiffany’s wedding.” 

Emily rolls her eyes at the mention of her cousin’s wedding and reaches for her glass of wine, “Oh I’m fine, Mom. How are you?” 

Elizabeth scoffs and Emily can just imagine the look on her face. It makes her smile as she sips her wine, “We’re going over the guest list, and it says here you’ve been put down for a plus one.”

She curses herself and sinks into the couch. She hadn’t really thought about it when she filled out the RSVP. She’d ticked the plus one box and idly thought that she’d find a date closer to the time, but now it was a week away and she hadn’t found anyone. Work had been busy, back-to-back cases leaving her with very little time to herself, and there was the small issue of being head over heels in love with her best friend making it difficult to even want to find someone to take as a date. 

“About that-”

“I was just telling Charlotte that you’re not dating, that you haven’t dated in a long time, and I wanted to make sure we weren’t wasting a space. This whole weekend is costing your aunt and uncle a small fortune.” 

She isn’t sure what does it, whether it’s the condescending tone in her mother’s voice, or how she can hear her aunt laughing in the background, but she’s lying before she can stop herself, “Actually, I am seeing someone,” she says, “We’ve been dating for a while and I’m bringing him.” 

“Oh really?” Elizabeth asks, her disbelief clear, “And what is this mystery man’s name?” 

She curses herself again and looks around her apartment as if that would help her create a man out of nowhere, and her eyes land on a picture that Penelope had taken at the triathlon. It was just of her, Jack and Aaron, a photo that was originally just supposed to be father and son but the little boy had insisted Emily join them. Jack had given the framed picture to her recently as a gift, matching smiles on his and Aaron’s faces as they told her she needed more personal touches at her place, the show home feel still lingering in every corner, most of her boxes still unpacked. She sucks in a breath and makes the decision in an instant. 

“Aaron,” she says, clearing her throat, “I’m dating Aaron Hotchner.”

___

She was pacing outside of his office. 

Every now and again he’d look up to see her on the other side of the window, her nervousness clear even through the glass and the closed door. He knew that she’d talk to him about whatever she was getting her head around, but he also knew he couldn’t rush her, that she needed to come to him on her own terms. 

He pretends to focus on paperwork, worst-case scenarios about what could have her so worked up swimming in his head, mixing in with her insistence on spending last night alone and making him anxious. 

It almost feels like a relief when he hears the knock on the door, his answer immediate, “Come in.” 

“Hi,” she says, popping her head around the door, “Do you have a minute?” 

He nods and she smiles gratefully, making sure that the door is closed behind her as she steps into his office. She stares at him, her lips pressed together as she looks down at her feet, a tension in her shoulders that doesn’t make him feel any less worried. 

“You can talk to me about anything, Em,” he says, letting the nickname he only usually used out of work slip free since it was just the two of them, “You know that.” 

She nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she steps back to sit on the couch in his office, “I know.” 

She falls back into silence and he slips out of his seat, stepping around his desk to join her on the couch, “Emily,” he says, smiling softly when she looks up at him, “You’re worrying me.” 

She huffs out a breath and shakes her head at herself, “Sorry, it’s not anything major or life-changing,” she says, smiling self deprecatingly, “No more secret pasts as a spy, I promise.” 

He chuckles, some of the tension in his chest easing at her joke, “Good,” he replies, smiling wryly at her, “Although, if it was that I’d be impressed that you found the time to do it more than anything else.” 

She laughs and nods, looking down at her clasped hands in her lap, “It’s my cousin’s wedding in Connecticut next weekend. It’s going to last all weekend.”

He nods, his eyebrows knitting together curiously, “I know,” he replies, “You told me. And you blocked the weekend out as unavailable to work months ago.” 

She presses her lips together, “I…my mother called last night and asked if I still needed a plus one. But she’s her,” she says laughing bitterly, “So of course she didn’t just ask normally she asked whilst also insulting my life. I could hear my Aunt Charlotte laughing in the background-”

“Em,” he says, reaching out and touching her arm, squeezing gently, “You’re spiralling,” he says, well aware that only her mother could bring this out of her, “What’s going on?” 

She clears her throat, “I lied and told her I had a boyfriend and that he’s coming with me to the wedding.” 

“Oh,” he replies, the mere thought of her dating someone else forcing his heart to skip a beat. She rolls her eyes at him, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t understanding what she was saying.

“I told her it was you.” 

His eyes go wide, a reaction he’s unable to stop, and he momentarily forgets to breathe.

He’d been in love with her for years. He’d only known thats what it was when he stood over a grave that he knew was empty, guilt for not saving her, for having to send her away, burning him from the inside out. He lied to himself and said when she came back he’d tell her, that he’d try and find a way to let her know, but he never did. At first, it was because he could see how unsteady she was, how uneven her footing was every day she tried to find her place in her new life. Eventually, even as she spent more and more time with him and Jack, he still didn’t say anything, concern for her morphing into concern that she didn’t feel the same way back and that he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. 

He knew that she could do better than him anyway, that she deserved someone with less baggage of his own making. 

He’d tried to make it work with Beth. She was nice, and pretty and made him laugh but she wasn’t Emily. He called things off after a couple of months because he knew it wasn’t fair on either of them to carry on, her irritation at his and Jack’s closeness with Emily, something he wasn’t going to give up, becoming more obvious as time went on. 

He clears his throat, everything he wants to say stuck in it, “Oh.” 

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” she says, “But…I was thinking maybe you could come with me?” 

“Oh.” He says again, still staring at her and she blows out a breath, her pink cheeks puffed out with it.

“You’re saying that a lot,” she says, and the anxious tone in her voice knocks him out of the trance he’s fallen into. 

“Okay.” 

“It’s just it will be the first time I saw any of my family, apart from Mother, since I went into hiding,” she says, as if she hasn’t heard him, “And they are a lot at the best of times, so it might be nice having someone on my side for-”

“Emily,” he says, squeezing her arm again, his smile slightly teasing when she looks back at him, “I said okay.” 

Her eyes go wide, “Okay?” 

He nods, “Okay.” 

She blows out a breath, her shoulders sagging with relief, “Okay.”

He winks at her, “You’re saying that a lot.” 

She rolls her eyes and hits his shoulder lightly, “Stop making fun of your fake girlfriend.” Her comment weighs heavily in the air around them, taking away all the levity of the last few moments and she sighs, “Are you sure?” She asks, “Because I can always just suck it up and talk to her.”

Even though she’s offering him an out he doesn’t even consider taking it, already shaking his head before she finishes talking, “What kind of best friend would I be if I let you face them by yourself.” 

She nods, something he can’t name flashing in her eyes, “Well, I’m sure when Dave was your best friend you never had to pose as a date at a wedding.” 

“No,” he says, laughing, “But I did go to two of his, and at one of them I was best man.” 

She smiles and leans forward, pulling him into a hug, her arms tight around him, “Thank you so much.” 

He takes a second to react, and hugs her back. They rarely touched each other beyond a squeeze of an arm or a shoulder. She hugged Jack all the time, the little boy constantly pressed up against Emily’s side when she was at their apartment, and Aaron was embarrassed to admit it made him jealous of his own son. He takes a moment to appreciate the weight of her against his chest, the smell of her perfume and her shampoo filling his senses, and he closes his eyes, allowing himself to sink into it.

“You’re welcome.” 

The hug lasts a second longer than he thinks it should, and she must come to the same realisation because she pulls away, her smile shy as she stands up, “Well, I should get back to my paperwork. My boss is a bit of a hardass.”

He laughs and stands up too, “I heard you’re his favourite though, so I’m sure you’ll get away with it,” he says, his heart ballooning in his chest when she smiles widely, her dimples carved out in her cheeks, almost daring him to press his thumbs against them, “You’ll send me all the information for the wedding?”

She nods, “Of course,” she says, pausing in the doorway, her hand on the handle as she looks at him again, “Thanks again, Aaron. It…it means a lot.” 

He smiles softly as he walks back over to his desk, “No problem, Emily,” he says, holding his smile as she walks out of his office, her stride lighter than it had been when she’d walked in, as if he’d physically lifted a weight off of her shoulders. The door closes behind her and he’s alone again, the rest of his sentence free to escape now she was no longer in earshot, “I’d do anything for you.” 

It wouldn’t be easy, acting like they were everything he wanted them to be for a couple of days before going back to normal, a strange type of personal torture he was putting himself through simply because she’d asked, but he’d do it. 

He’d do anything for the woman he loved, even if she never loved him back in the way he wanted. 

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Whatever animosity the cat spat at him, Griss ignored it, or simply didn't notice. When everyone talked to you more or less the same way, it just becomes the norm and from the Hound's point of view, the this one's barely showing its teeth. Attention swivels back under knitted brow and an irreverent: "Who?"

'Sophia' didn't ring a bell, but he makes a mental note that they must be pretty important to this kid. And that's all he has the time for before the other guy's outburst. Griss smirks at him.

"Weird knight? The guy dressed head to toe in black armor?" He'd seen him around, from a distance, because who couldn't miss a getup like that. "Hahaha! How'd you let someone like that swipe your goods? If you didn't see 'em, you'd at least hear 'em before he got very far. If you ask me, you got what you deserved."

If that guy did indeed take the candy, anyway.

It takes a moment, but Griss eventually quiets. That shit-eating smile stays put though. He's feeling confident here. If there's anything he's good at, it's collecting stuff. Or at least not losing what he's got unless it's on his terms.

"Me 'n a scaredy cat of a ghost got lucky at one house, but you know what works even better than just askin' for candy? Scaring the hell outta everyone. There's this guy wandering around with a real messed up face, like he's been cursed or something. Then you got me with him, playin' like the thing he's just killed, and pretty much anyone's gonna cough up the candy just to get away in one piece."

Good times, his expression seems to say, and for a moment that seems like the end of his story. Suddenly he blinks and perks up again. Right, there'd been a third one, too.

"Oh, yeah, and ol' Randy. Or, uh, young Randy. We managed to get our hands on some candy, too."

Next: @lycianlynx

mind spike // griss + hugh + chad

[maegorsbignaturals]

How would the Targaryens react to the modern times, not modern!Targaryens but canon!Targaryens/medieval!Targaryens? To meme culture, to our fashion, to our technology?

Maegor WOULD NOT survive one minute of exposision to Skibidi toilet. Probably thinks Vapes are for the weakest links of the chain but he is a huge fanatic of over priced gentrified chain gyms. Loves polygamy but doesn't understand neopronous and neither does tries to understand them. He would love to scream at strangers through his car window when all are stuck in the traffic.

Rhaena the lesbian my sweet baby girl, i think she would like to read some female poets that struggled with mental health a lot like Sylvia Plath and Alejandra Pizarnik. also like every average medieval woman she would love how free and more permissive modern times are with the women in general. She has No Reaction to men like Andrew Tate because i am sure she has seen men with faaaar more worst opinions towards women in her time. In fact, i think she would mock him severely.

Naerys doesn't like Ethel Cain. Like yeah preacher's daughter has a lot of things that she could relate but she considers the whole evangelism thing as a mean to abuse a woman as blasphemous. Probably enjoys Alexa praying with her. Loves the 'puter and those online blogs with threads where she can exchanges her experiences and not be judged and belittled by it. She gives me the vibe of being a Calico critter girl, probably a pochaco girl too. Like this is literally naerys

Visenya would love mixed martial arts. She would enjoy seeing UFC in the front row and screaming her lungs at the fighters. Rhaenys would really enjoy going to concerts and museums. And definitely they would adore those multiparts long ass tiktoks of some obscure reddit storytime with minecraft parkour background or subway surfers background