#very much slay💅🏻💅🏻

[filmbyjy]

jungwon dubbing jay as enhypen’s princess?

uh, I have to agree🙄🤚🏻

MY BABYGIRL💅🏻💅🏻

[eliathynfer]

Close enough, welcome back Alicent Hightower

[bunniesanddeer]

- [ ] SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! (This is a Alastor x fem! Cat! Reader)Okay so you know the scene where Alastor threatens Husk? The first part is the same thing it’s just that the reader saw the whole thing, unnoticed by neither Alastor or Husk. After it’s over, Alastor sees the reader(who totally has a crush on her), her looking right back at him with ears “pinned” to her head and a horrified look in her eyes. Since her and Husk are besties(slay💅🏻) furiously, she goes over to Husk to help him up. He assures her he’s fine and she walks away, absolutely furious with Al. He can’t help but feel a little guilty and remorseful, both feelings he’s not used to. Day after day of the reader ignoring him, he try’s to get her to forgive him but she’s a very stubborn feline. She isn’t easy to forgive after something like that. One day, after months, he finally gives up and hides in his room. He’s completely lost in thought and feels a bit upset and ashamed. He doesn’t notice the tears rolling down his cheeks. Meanwhile, the reader is at the bar, talking with Husk. As much as he despises Alastor, he tries to encourage the reader to talk to him. She finally complies and goes to his hotel room . She hears barely audible sobs through the door but knocks anyway. At last, she is met face to face with the demon himself, failing to hide his tear stained face. She can’t help but feel a little forgiveness for him. Long story short, he opens up to her, she forgives him and happily ever after❤️

Hi, sorry this took so long. A lot has happened to me in the last two weeks. I don't think I hit everything in this ask, but I hope it is still good?

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Pairing: Alastor x Cat!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Angst, that scene in Dad Beat Dad, sad Alastor angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2,003

There was something to be said about how easy it could be to forget who he was. Maybe it was his charisma, the way he so easily drew you in to him. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, how he could seem so soft with you, when he was so cold and sharp with others. There was so much about him that you admired, too, and it made it all so easy to forget. He always smiled, and although there was something to be said about toxic positivity, it made you happy, made it easier to smile back. You adored the way he held himself, always so confident. It was something you strived to emulate. But sometimes, he reminded you of who he was; The Radio Demon. Sometimes that little hind-brain of yours lit up at the sight of him, and all the things you knew about him would come flooding back.

Alastor was meant to be feared. He had earned his power in Hell, and to do that he had done awful, terrifying things. It seemed you needed a reminder, because you had grown far too comfortable with him. 

You followed quietly after Husk. He had taken off after Alastor and the Morningstar’s just after Mimzy had shown up. You didn’t know much about her, but with the way your friend had looked at her, you knew she wasn’t good news. Wishing to know more, you had followed after, hoping to join whatever conversation Husk and Alastor started up.

You did not find what you had expected. Husk and Alastor seemed to be arguing, which wasn’t unusual, but the way Al responded was strange. He looked annoyed. Husk yelled at Alastor, and Alastor responded with a laugh, and then Husk said something that shocked you down to your core.

“Big talk for someone who’s also on a leash,” Husk had whispered hoarsely. Someone owned Alastor’s soul? How? Who? What could have possibly happened to do such a thing?

Your tail swished roughly against the floor, and your ears perked forward to hear more of the conversation. Eavesdropping wasn’t a good thing, but you needed to know more. 

Alastor’s head swiveled around in a terrifying way. The hallway grew darker, and his form grew large. “Aha! What did you say?” Alastor asks rhetorically. 

A green chain wraps around Husk’s throat, and it makes your heart jump. Alastor was going to hurt him! Your body grows stiff, and you watch on in horror as Alastor grows to a gigantic height, filling the hallway. He stalks towards Husk, and he starts yelling. You can’t hear a word, though, over the pounding of your heart. Your ears pin flat against your head, and your tail tucks itself around one of your legs. 

The whole ordeal is done in just a moment, and Alastor is back to his normal size. Husk is shaking, quivering on the ground, and despite the risk, you can’t help but rush towards him.

“Husk!” Your soft hands wrap around his forearms, and you help him to his feet. “Are you okay?”

Your head swivels, and you keep your eyes locked on Alastor, who has stopped walking away. His brows are sharply downturned, and despite the smile still lingering on his face, he looks desperately confused. Your tail whips back and forth behind you, drawing his gaze. His brows furrow further, and he cocks his head. He calls your name, and you can only shake your head in response. 

Something sharp grows in your chest when you look back at Husk. He still looks terrified, something you’ve never seen. How could you forget yourself? How could you forget who Alastor is? The two of you were on separate planes entirely. Whatever were you thinking?

You take in a sharp breath, and continue checking over Husk. The other feline assures you he’s fine, but you know better. You sigh, and push him to head back downstairs. You ignore the prickling feeling of Alastor’s gaze on your back. You need to separate yourself from him. It was not worth the risk.

Alastor can’t begin to describe the way he had been feeling over the last several weeks. While the hotel had burst into action for Charlie’s trip, and everything that came of it, he had been dealing with something else entirely. The threat Heaven posed was nothing, not when your eyes held such disdain, such fear within their depths. It was all because of him, too. There was no one to blame but himself. 

Alastor hated the feelings that were swirling in his gut. He hated how weak they made him. He hated how much he wanted you by his side, again. There was something so wonderful and enticing about how little you cared about his station, and now it was gone. You were deeply aware of his power over others, and you had removed yourself from his side. 

He had to do those kinds of things, though! That is what bothered him most. He needed to put the souls he owned back in their place when they disobeyed, when they spoke against him. Husker was no different. He might have been one of Alastor’s favorites, but Husker only had so long of a leash to pull and tug, and he had cut it short, that day. Alastor couldn’t understand why you didn’t understand that.

His affection for you had long since weakened him. It was something that kept him awake when he rarely lied down to rest. It buzzed in his thoughts when he was meant to be focusing on anything else. And yet. There was something so intoxicating about being around you. You were warm, and your face sent flutters down his spine. He couldn’t fathom why you were different from all those before, but you were, and that was that. It was much too late to change it now, he would have to cope with all these changes in his afterlife. 

The way your ears pinned back, and your tail flicked back and forth whenever you saw him, hurt. He was used to Husker responding that way to his presence, but at least that cat-demon bothered to acknowledge him. You outright ignored him to the best of your ability. You barely looked at him, and you hadn't spoken to him in weeks. It had affected the dynamics within the hotel, something that Charlie had brought up to him.

Alastor could only respond, “I have no clue, my dear. I’m sure it will work itself out in time.” Alastor lied through his teeth, and tried not to let that angry pit in his belly from eating at him. It hurt, but he refused to admit anything out loud. He could live with this, and he could move on. Smile, smile, smile, and smile he did. Even at his own expense.

He passed by the bar, and there you were, chatting with Husker. You had a bright drink in your hand, and you were laughing. The sound was bliss for Alastor, as he had gone so long without the sweet sound. Husker was rolling his eyes, continuing to tell some story that Alastor couldn’t bother to focus on. He just watched the way you reacted, and his chest ached. Something must have alerted you to his presence, however, because you turned, your eyes just barely glancing over him, before you stiffened, and turned back around. All contentment seemed to leech from you, and Alastor’s entire body seized.

So it was like that, was it? This is what all the months you had spent together had come to? All his wasted feelings, for nothing. Alastor could feel his smile slipping, so he stalked off to his room. With a strange sound escaping from his throat, he resolved to rid himself of these horrid feelings. 

There would be no more weakness, not on Alastor’s part. What was any of it worth? What was a heart meant for, if not to be trod on? Hot, wet tears trail down his cheeks, sore at the effort of keeping up his smile. One of his hands tug at the thick locks of hair closest to his face. His ears flop back, and he lets himself go loose as he makes it to his room. He would not let it happen again.

Husk sighs, and it draws your anxious gaze to him. “I know this probably ain’t what yer wantin’ to hear, but you should probably talk to Alastor.” 

You frown. “Why would I do that? He hurt you, Husk, and he was threatening to do worse. I shouldn’t have been any form of anything with him, dude.” You sigh, and your eyes trace invisible patterns on the bar top. “I should have known better. It was a wake-up call, and I have heeded it.”

Husk grunts, and he sets down the glass he had been cleaning. “I know, but he’s been off for a while now, and I think he regrets it, even if he refuses to admit it. I was also pushing things, shouldn’t have done that. It’s how Hell is, and I made my bed with that fact, long ago.” Husk puts his hand on your shoulder, and you meet his eyes. His expression is serious. “You were happier around him, too. Don’t let this one thing stop you from that. I hate him, that’s true, but you’re a good friend. You also mellow him out, a lot. I think, if you do this right, we’d all be better for it.”

You let out a harsh breath, and glare at the end of your t ail that curls around your ankle. The thought of Alastor makes your heart pound, and you know it isn’t just fear. You wanted to let that feeling grow, but you were so afraid of all the things he could do, just because he wanted to. Was it worth the risk?

Husk seemed to know what you were thinking and just said, “You’ve got this, kid.”

With a huff, you pushed up from the stool, and hopped down. You could do this. You just needed to confront The Radio Demon. And make it out alive. And maybe confess your budding feelings. Who knows. 

There was a knock at his door. It made his head ache. Everything felt strange, but he managed to make it up from where he had been slumped against the wall, and get to the door. He pressed his head against it, and listened closely. 

“Alastor, can we talk?” He could hear your soft voice, and the slight waiver it had. His chest squeezed harshly, and he couldn’t help but swing the door wide open.

“Sweetheart!” His voice was harsh and gravelly, and his static surged at the sight of you. Oh, your sweet little cat ears twitched at every noise, and your little tail was curled around your ankles. Oh, you seemed so nervous? Whatever did he do? “You’ve come to talk to me?”

“Oh, Al…” You whispered, your face awash with pity. Alastor felt self-loathing and something heavy twist his gut. He brushed off his pants, trying to relieve himself of the feeling. “We should talk, but we should probably get you some water first. You look a mess.”

And then you were smiling at him. It was a small one, but it held so much light in it. Alastor felt some of that lightness fill him up, and he could only hope it stayed. 

One of your soft hands reached up towards his head, and he settled his cheek into it. Your thumb rubbed at his tear-stained face. 

“I’m sorry, cher,” Alastor mumbled. He didn’t know where the words had come from, but they bubbled up and out of him before he could stop them.

“I know. We’ll talk about it, don’t worry.” And those words calmed him. The two of you would figure this out. It would take time, but he was sure he’d have your affections again, even if something had to change.

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Time to say a handful of things abt s02 finale!!!

under the cut so you can avoid it! :)

However I am very much looking forward to reading everyones comments opinions feelings etc ♡

Did I expect to cry over the death of freaking king durin in the first 0.3 minutes??? That scene was so incredibly well done and I was like omg am I glad to be witnessing this for the first time🥹😭 yes I'm still pissed I couldn't see LOTR in cinemas cause I was still in freaking diapers

NAAARSILLLLLLLL narsil our beloved, I was squealing, yes OUT LOUD. narsil bbygirl you will always be famous 💅🏻 elendil go slay

I know yall pay him dust but ISILDUR I always love to see him and I love him and theo being the resident trouble brothers duo (its giving merry and pippin but Doomed). Sorry not sorry but yall moved on too fast (I DIDNT!) from the fact he feels guilty for his moms death. pls i am HUGGING HIM! his doe eyes I am deceased. pls I just want to stare at his face for eternity. MY PERSONAL HEADCANON WAS CONFIRMED 😩💦 that boy kisses like he is STARVEDDDD

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Stranger yes we knew he was gonna be gandalf but. I love a name drop. I love Tom and I love choosing friendship over power and I love the staff and I love everything . They're giving me my childhood dreamlike feeling and I am so grateful I get to see a glimpse of that story 🥹💛

So many SPEECHES foreshadowing SO MANY THINGS. I am obsessed. The absolute cruelty of celebrimbors death and the death of his works....the one SINGLE TEAR on annatars face....dare I say peak p o e t I c cinema.

Where do I even begin with HALADRIEL ✨️✨️✨️ charlie the lord of acting and just like. in his eyes you can see everything and more. I need to write a dissertation on their duel istg

The way he didnt hesitate to absolutely PURR "GALADRRRIEL" every. single. time. [Redacted thoughts]

I WOULD HAVE PLACED A CROWN ON YOUR HEAD.

do you want me to like die?????

I SEE YOU.

yes actually they do want me to die.

HUMAN HALBRAND???

And RIP to me indeed.

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I audibly WHIMPERED. sweet lord i was like My poor babygirl has to endure this manipulation 😩😩😩😩 he stooped so low and I was so here for it but girl i would have F O L D E D 😔✊🏻

Then galadriel on galadriel violence??? The only thing better than galadriel TWO galadriels actually.

but then.

the elrond and rivendell of it all. rob aramayo has never looked more gorgeous than when he took nenya to heal Gal. WE GET TO SEE HEALER ELROND GROWING INTO HIMSELF WITH OUR OWN EYES!!!! you don't UNDERSTAND i spent 20 YEARS dreaming of rivendell and now I get to see it coming to be!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💚 the way that you can see gears turning in his head as he takes the ring. the camerawork ate and devoured i fear - with your own eyes you can see him growing. developing. like yes I am feeling more ready to take charge of some things. what if I CAN do it. what if I CAN make so many things and people so much better????

and u will babyboy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Do i even need to add i had full body chills at the scene of elrond,gil,galadriel and arondir!!!!!!! on the cliff!!!!!!

BITCH THE SUN STILL RISES!!!!! Pity CAN defeat sauron!!! friendship and light DO WIN over darkness!!!! The tolkienism of it all. i will rewatch a hundred times and then some.

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KaySun 🔞 headcanon fics 🖤

Some casual KaySun headcanon smut I wrote because I’m delusional. Read at your own risk! I don’t have the time nor the plot idea to make a full-on fic and I just remembered I used to write short-form / bullet point stories on here, years ago, and I enjoyed the non-committal format.

First of all, Suna is not conservative since we saw how she used to excitedly talk about halvets with Seyran…it’s horrible foot fetish man who gave Suna the trauma (which she got over during her first night with Kaya). I talked about this with @/academyofbrokenhearts and we both agreed Suna is not conservative, just repressed!!! There is a difference! Also, she is a product of the environment she grew up in (like with a father as terrible as Kazım in Gaziantep, no wonder the Şanlı sisters dressed like old ladies back then).

And now, I personally believe Suna WANTED to have a good first night with her husband, not just to get over her trauma, but because 1) As she told Kaya, she didn’t want their marriage to be defined by fake formalities, 2) she has had enough of the evil men in her life defining her, and 3) She was just…horny…scared and traumatized, but horny…very willing too because consent is important and both of them wanted eo and both of them wanted to feel wanted by eo. Chile anyway Kaya definitely wants his wife and he can help her with everything! I choose to believe both of them have a great sex life together despite them both trying to figure their lives out. (Let’s forget that as of writing, they’ve only been married for like 4 days haha).

First, yes, Kaya eats Suna out. I think that’s obvious. And Suna gives him head too eventually aurrr 😭😭😭

I’m gonna be honest, Kaya loves pleasuring Suna, he eats her out every chance he gets (so long as she’s willing, of course).

Suna is shy at first but he tells her to let go and just enjoy it…and she does! Yes there is a lot of tongue but I won’t get into that because that deserves privacy.

Suna won’t always admit how good it feels, but when Kaya is between her legs she grasps their sheets until her knuckles turn white, and she calls out his name,

…so Kaya is satisfied and can sort of tell she’s having a great time, anyway.

Also, my headcanon is Kaya personally doesn’t mind if Suna has a bit of a bush down there (he’s open-minded like that)—

But our girl Suna is so neat, she keeps everything down there clean and completely hairless because that’s just part of her new rich girl aesthetic 💅🏻—brows shaped, lashes filled, and every inch of her skin smooth and well-oiled like butter. Honestly so slay of her.

Yes, Suna also ends up giving head to Kaya for the first time. 😭

Suna has never given head in her life but she’s so grateful to Kaya that she wants to make him feel good for a change.

She’s hella scared though, so she tries to Google how and she reads a bit before stopping herself 😭

(and she has mortifyingly invasive thoughts about scraping him by accident with her teeth)…

One night though as they’re kissing she just goes for the jugular, she tells Kaya she wants to do something for him for a change.

He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything because he’s confused, even while Suna is putting her hair in a ponytail.

It isn’t until she kneels down and starts pulling down his pants that his eyes widen.

“Are you sure, Suna? You don’t have to—”

“No, I want to do it for you for a change.”

“But—” “Do you not want me to?”

“I…I never said that.”

It goes better than Suna expects, because while Kaya is pretty big in terms of girth, he’s not too gigantic, and she closes her mouth over him without much difficulty.

Kaya is a gentleman and vvv supportive sooo he actually encourages her when she’s doing it 🫶🏻

He also closes his eyes and tells her how good it feels, because holy crap it does feel amazing !

Honestly, this makes Suna feel better and more at ease with using her tongue and swirling it around when she’s sucking him off ~

At some point she stops and looks up and asks him innocently if she’s doing alright, and he immediately gets frustrated and says yes, please just continue!!!

So she laughs to herself and does just that.

And yes, it feels so good that later on Kaya can’t hold it much longer and tells her so.

And he comes in her mouth. Hard.

And Suna is a bit surprised by the sensation but with a lot of effort she manages to swallow most of it, except for a bit that stays on her mouth and drips down to the ground.

Everything is a bit too salty and her cheeks were kind of painfully full…but she kind of enjoys it and the look on Kaya’s face + knowing the effect she has on him?

Kaya is apologetic and a tad bit embarrassed but he also finds what Suna is doing so hot:

She’s dabbing away what remains of it from her lips with her hands, looking at it curiously as it drips down stickily from her well-manicured fingers.

Kaya’s about to say something, maybe say sorry(?), that was too much, but she throws her hands around him and starts kissing him, so he just sorts of…melts away…

But wait, there’s more.

It affects him a lot, because one time when Suna accidentally drops the beads of Kaya’s prayer bracelet again and she’s on her knees on the ground just like then picking up the pieces, Kaya does get a boner—

He prays she doesn’t notice it, but she eventually does, and he’s embarrassed but she’s deeply pleased (again, knowing the effect she has on him)—

So she locks the door behind them and helps him out.

Other stuff!

Everyone probably thinks Suna is the dom but GUYS. She is not.

She probably enjoys going on top and riding him, and Kaya loves the view as well (plus being the “sub” once in a blue moon) but at the end of the day she just wants Kaya to take the lead in their relationship—

(And I know what y’all are thinking—isn’t Kaya the malewife here? Isn’t Suna the strong woman in the relationship…guys, here’s the thing, he may seem under her irl but in the bedroom it’s a different story. That’s how the dynamic is usually with powerful women lmfao they don’t always want to lead, and if you don’t believe me, look at this interview of Rihanna saying she’s a bottom and that she wants to be disrespected and then read the Twitter discourse agreeing with her and explaining the psychology behind it.) 😃😃😃

Also Kaya takes birth control as his responsibility very seriously. He thinks it’s his duty as a man—

He disapproves of birth control pills because he knows that they mess with your hormones and he never wants Suna to experience that wtf!

So he’s just extra-careful with using condoms, and Suna does her part with the counting method too, if ever …

Because of course, there are very rare instances wherein they slip up in the moment and forget, so there is a Plan B morning after-pill going on in those times.

At one point, Suna brings up getting an IUD, but Kaya shuts it down immediately— “No way are they cutting up skin and embedding something in my wife. I’ll wear the condom.”

I do think they have a very fun sex life and they do it semi-frequently, like that meme “until the window fogs up…” blah blah, but guys—

Suna tried that, and while she did enjoy getting slutted out by Kaya, and while she did liked how warm she felt when he came inside her…

God did she feel sticky after a couple of rounds, with all that sweat and his cum running down her legs. She needed to take a shower, stat lmao—(Suna is neat as hell guys wahaha)

So they decided to stick with condoms and a few rounds at a time only. (Sex is tiring, KaySun can get freaky but I honestly think they need a good night’s sleep if they want to successfully get their revenge and function as regular humans in society lmfao).

Besides that, I do think they try a variety of positions. Mostly I imagine they would like missionary the most and cowgirl sometimes.

Have they ever tried the 69 oral style? Probably they have…I honestly can’t see them not wanting to do it, but I do think they’ll find it a bit inconvenient lmao.

They have tried doggy style, but Kaya isn’t impressed. Like do you think he would enjoy fcking his wife if he can’t see her beautiful face 🥲

I do think there will come a point where they take a small couple’s vacation in a log cabin somewhere with a lot of beautiful snow and trees, and he’ll just fck her from behind while she’s bent over a table. But honestly—not his favorite position! #LetKayaSeeSuna!

First night…(?)

First night fics are very common already, so I’m not sure what to add to it, but…

I do think Kaya is amazingly gentle. I do believe he tried to use his fingers to get her comfortable first.

He definitely held back as much as he could and encouraged Suna to relax and trust him.

He’s probably aware that she’s a virgin so he won’t be rough with her.

He’s doubly aware she has had some trauma so he won’t do anything too harsh to her too, and he looks at her for consent at every turn.

Suna is nervous as hell but he makes her feel so good and at ease that by the time he enters her, it’s not the most pleasant feeling, but it isn’t painful either—she doesn’t even bleed!

And okay, she doesn’t come yet but she really enjoys it. They don’t use birth control that first night either so they’re just lucky (and good with counting) that she didn’t end up hamile.

Both of them feel really good and yes they cuddle afterwards!!!!!!!!!! 💞

Fantasies?

Suna definitely has her fair share of fantasies of Kaya having his way with her, lol—

And she tells Kaya she wants this, and he’s just so confused, because consent is a big deal to him and Suna’s fantasies don’t sound very consensual.

But she insists, insists that there are times when he must keep on going even when she’s crying no, because it feels good for her—

“Suna, I would never want to hurt you—” “You won’t be hurting me, Kaya, you’d be making me feel good and fulfilled.”

So they end up agreeing on a safe word.

I do think they end up having angry sex and after-fight sex sometimes (because relationship development and they’re very good at communicating by this point…haha right @/writers?)…

Kaya can get rough and unrelenting, but he always respects her boundaries still. And let’s face it, this is Suna we’re talking about, she definitely wants it rough from Kaya; she probably enjoys it, too.

BUT OF COURSE gentle sex and consent will always be KaySun’s thing! Don’t get me wrong! But they’re both freaky af so they’ll eventually evolve and get rough and they’ll both enjoy it extremely.

I do like to think that the post-nut clarity will make Kaya a bit guilty sometimes for how intense he was with Suna the night before, so in the morning he’ll just go out into the terrace and sit by himself and stare into space in the silence. Suna is used to him being like this by now. (Cackling as I write this).

Now, as for other things:

Period sex: Honestly, I don’t think Kaya would mind. Probably a part of him wants to try it. 💀 But I don’t think Suna would ever allow this to happen lmfao. She would rather die. But Kaya will always buy her chocolates when she’s in a PMS mood, and honestly that sounds so much better.

Shower sex: I’m on the fence about this!!! Honestly I think KaySun both need their alone time in the bathroom to cry about their traumas so it’s not their fave thing to have someone else there, but it does happen and they do enjoy it! (Feel free to correct me). (Bruh I think Kaya will genuinely cry in there when he does it with Suna. Poor man).

That brings us to the topic of comfort sex and again, of course it happens, of course it will always be their thing, whether it’s their past traumas or new challenges in life. I definitely think though it’s not always going to happen—see, Suna has a very nurturing side and a lot of love to give, and the problem was she was never loved by her family. So I like to think that yes, comfort sex happens. But sometimes Kaya just lies in bed with her, listening to her heartbeat, and she strokes his back and plays with his hair, comforting him.

As for all the other stuff, I really don’t know much about bdsm or anything like that…I do think some stuff can happen. However, I honestly don’t see KaySun partaking in anything involving odd costumes, because that’s generally not their thing, since they’re not on that level yet but we’ll never know. I don’t know enough about toys either to know what they will use 🤷🏻‍♀️ they definitely won’t get them delivered since they share a house with the entire Korhan family and a random maid can find it while cleaning and embarrass them. Maybe when they go on honeymoon in London they’ll give it a try. (Head canon is that they’re freakier in London. Idk if Suna will ever enter a sex shop, but I think 50/50 chance that Kaya can convince her haha).

(Also let’s face it, KaySun can get freaky but at the end of the day they are 2 broken souls healing eo, so I guess while they can get rough and while Suna can have fantasies, they’re still relatively very vanilla sometimes…nothing wrong with that—) (But I could be wrong in reading their characters, so if you guys disagree you guys can write your own thing and I would 100% support it).

I do see Suna getting excited to buy lingerie to wear for Kaya though and getting a lot of beauty treatments and doing prep beforehand because she does want to please her man!!! She doesn’t know Kaya would want her anyway. 😂 #LetSunaBeGirly and high maintenance though homegirl deserves it!!!

Finally, I believe that while Kaya has more experience, Suna surprises him more, and he very much enjoys and appreciates it and he tells her so. She’s new to all this but she’s very unsure, and she’s grateful for all his support always and she really does want to do nice things for him. 🫶🏻🥰🥰🥰

Anyway that’s it, bottom line is they have a pretty good and healthy sex life. Kaya and Suna love each other and are endgame. If you made it all the way here, thank you for reading my delusions/ ramblings. 😘🫶🏻

[777rare]

hii, hope u are doing well🫶🏻 i was wondering if u could tell me about a couple placements i have in my solar return chart! i have pluto at 29 degrees in the first house in capricorn , and i also have an 8th house stellium (mars, venus, and mercury) . should i be scared😭😭😭

Hello! I'm doing great, hope you're doing good as well❤☀️ thankyou so much for your ask

I've just started getting good with reading solar return charts so please omit what doesn't sound similar to you💓

Pluto 29° in Capricorn, 1st house

8th house stellium(mars,venus,mercury)

Okay, lemme ask you a question first. Have you been serious about how you may appear physically, cause where capricorn is in your chart can tell you what you are more formal or serious about. And are you a capricorn/sagittarius/aquarius rising? If you are capricorn rising then your vibe emits a lot of formal energy, you look serious and very unapproachable to people this year. Also since your pluto is in the first house, there's a lot of transformation related to how you see yourself or how you're overall physical appearance. You can look really intense and mysterious to people. You have this dark intense gaze and you're energy holds power. I also feel like people find you very intimidating and dangerous this year. Your physical body can transform to this beauty that's striking and too much for people to handle(in a good way). This year pluto will transform your physical identity and your face and eyes mostly. Lots of intensity and sensuality in your appearance and gaze. You could catch a lot of attention this year, knowingly or unknowingly. Mostly unknowingly actually. Also you can attract a lot of jealousy and envy because of this. But don't worry, this is only because your transformations make the others jealous or bothered for no reason. Just do what you do, slay💅🏻🔥 also pluto being in the special degree 29° makes your pluto feel empowered. Your pluto is in power this year and will make you have hell lots of transformations. Bomb fire🔥💥 kind of transformations that'll make you a better person this year. Sudden transformations too! But don't worry cuz these transformations are gonna make you glow better and become a stronger person.

8th house stellium having mars,venus and mercury isn't bad actually. You don't have to be scared dear❤🫂💓. this house represents deep feelings and you might be knowing about the 8th house already lmao. The 8th house is nothing to be afraid of. All placements in our chart hold life lessons, that's all. Now let's go ahead. Mars being a very passionate, rough and a motivating planet when sitting in the 8th house makes you passionate to learn deeply about certain things in this world, mostly things connected to seggs, de_th, mysterious things, and a lot of hidden knowledge in this world. Since mars and venus are in this house you could feel very intense about your emotions and sexuality. You can have a lot of emotional outbursts or there is a chance of overwhelming emotions because of mars here. Handle your emotions with care because I feel you are maybe too harsh while handling how you feel emotionally. Venus being in this house again makes you very sexually reserved and hidden. The 8th house is a 50% part of 12th house that's why it's very mysterious and deep. Venus is art, love, creativity. Venus being in 8th house makes you find a fascination for these soft textured kind of art this year.⬇️Especially of woman.⬇️

Also you may discover a lot about your artistic abilities, if not..then I think you should try it because it'll amaze you. You may also keep your romantic feelings hidden or just out of reach. You may also fantasize a lot this year about various things. Mercury being in 8th house makes you have a very deep setted mind or a fascination for writings or books about hidden, occult and mysterious stuff. You can also maybe wanna read books related to intimacy or things that are left unsaid like mysterious de@ths, unsolved cases, hidden knowledge of the world.

Overall these three planets being in the house of pluto again enhances intimacy and intensity to these planets. Lots of transformations and discoveries related to your creativity, art,writing skills, knowledge, books, authors, hidden things. Again this year I see intimacy and transformations play a very major role in your life. Especially related to your sexuality, dark feminine, physical appearance and your emotions.

There's nothing bad here, so don't worry. You're just going to transform into the next higher level. If you're having a lot of overwhelming emotions, it's only because you're old self is wearing off and a new you welcomes you. Keep growing and slay cuz you got this! But just be careful with trusting woman with your emotions and secrets, they could use it against you. Overall you got a very rewarding life ahead of you!❤💅🏻💓🫂

Hope you enjoyed reading and please let me know if it resonates with you💘🫂☀️

Thankyou! Have a great day ahead💓

[ryeriy]

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[cowgurrrl]

Hi bestie feel like we hadn’t heard from u in a while but then checked your account and see that you’re still posting every once in a while.

Just saw your post about your thesis. It sounds awesome! Death to hegemonic masculinity please, thank you <3 💅🏻 Queen you are slaying so hard writing for this 🫡

I just finished grad school too so best luck to you babe 🧡 get that degree GIRRRL

Hi honey!! I’ve been in throes of grad school finishing up, family stuff, work, and starting a relationship with a very very lovely Aussie so I haven’t been around as much but I’m still here 💌 I’m SO excited to be done with my thesis!! I have about ~3,000ish words left to hit the minimum and then it’s all about editing but I’m feeling really good about it!

Congratulations on your degree and thank you for your wishes 😭😭

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/752283558503170048/i-guess-youre-the-anon-who-shares-the-same

this was so insightful?? thank you omg 🥹💗

ive always believed in and have been interested in figuring out what parts of me were innately me and which parts of me were just a side effect of the environment i was in but i never considered how spirituality could tie into all this

im not sure if it was you but i remember there was a post about how jyeshta could struggle with confidence and self worth and my atmakaraka AND amatyakaraka both fall in jyeshta so i might look into that

and i never considered the fact that venus influence could have possibly been influential in my chart because of past experiences and because of how you mentioned that most it girls tend to have Venusian influence somewhere so you might be onto something with how i dont resonate completely with the whole “material girl slaying and being an it girl” themes of venus (my other scorpio and ardra placements probably did this to me but anyway)

AND i remember you also reblogged a post about how venusians tend to succeed in higher fields because they know how to charm and please people and honestly i resonated more with not being interested in pleasing anyone at all, but this conversation has made me realise that i do have a tendency of being liked/preferred and “picked” as favourites by higher class or wealthier people, even when i felt like an ugly duckling or black sheep at times, unwanted and ugly and less valued and disgusted by myself— but on the flip side, sometimes people who were racist or naturally more biased and unwelcoming or whatever is unnatural in beauty to them were really mean to me, EVEN as a child. so not sure how exactly venus was working then

but your response was really sweet and insightful and honestly i think ive been needing that reply as a bit of a reminder recently so thank you for that, and i hope you receive various blessing and peace on your path ahead 🪷💗

yayy 🥺im glad you found it insightful 🥰

i havent made a post about Jyeshta but its something ive noticed with Jyeshta individuals overall

i mean not every Venusian is going to fit the stereotype of the "material slay it girl". I have two friends who both have Bharani stelliums (the rest of their chart is very different though lol) and one of them was a proper it girl, pretty much everybody my age in my city knows her name, girls wanted to be like her, boys wanted her, literal YEARS later, people still remember her. i remember talking to her ex boyfriend from 8 years ago and he told me how about 2yrs ago, someone walked up to him at a restaurant and asked him if he knew my friend,,, honestly her impact💅🏻is undeniable. her fame blurred into notoriety and she hasn't had an easy life at all, so the harshness of Venusian influence is definitely there

my other friend is just a regular person. she's not a stereotypical Venusian in this "it girl icon" way but in a harsh Venusian "I don't care about anything other than having a good time" way but I think her 5h stellium amplifies this.

Venus does not really guarantee that you will only ever receive positive treatment from others, no planet can do that. Being human means experiencing all kinds of things. When I said that about Venusian charisma and grace, I think Venusians are naturally sociable and charismatic, they dont really have to try to please anybody, in fact "trying to please" would not be Venusian at all. Venusians are often unaware of their magnetism. Lunars are the opposite, an evolved Lunar individual is fully aware of how to read a room or study an individual and behave accordingly, they're more calculated and sometimes their charm comes across as forced. Also I think people often have a negative reaction to Jyeshta women because of Jyeshta's Alakshmi themes.

Thank you sooo much, you're sooo sweet<333 hope you have a good day<333

[shzmluvrs]

Here's A Proper Intro lol

So, if you haven't gathered this fact by now, this is a shared account with two users. We're gonna try to be as active as possible, but please be aware we...have lives outside of Tumblr, so-💀.

But anyhow, we're very welcoming and encourage you to explore our page and do whatever you want (except leave any type of hate/negativity, that's unessecary, we'll block you♡). And, we're always looking to make new friends, so, DMs are always open, even if you just want to vent :).

And finally, common account rules; if you don't like it, don't read it - if you don't like our content, block us - if you wanna join us, DM us - all that jazz. Anyways, here's our personal intros. Love y'all <3 !!

~ Moon🌙 & Star✨️

Name: Star✨️

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

/Aquarius🔆 Cancer🌙 Leo⬆️/

Hai! I'm just gonna be real simple about this...I do most of the writing and headcanons and writing-related-whatnot on this account. Ofc, Moon is always giving me ideas and inspo, she was my main motivator to even do this account with her, after all😌💅🏽.

Anyways, I'm happy to write whatever for whoever, as long as I've got the proper ideas to work with (so make your requests specific/detailed and as long as you want, I don't mind. In fact, I'd adore it😼). I literally have no other boundaries other than that tbh (at least, not any that I can think of right now), so go nuts😭✋🏽.

Oh, and you'll always know it's me addressing you because I usually write (or at least, start off) in purple or I'll just sign off with my name, so yee.

Name: Moon🌙

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

/Gemini🔆 Taurus🌙 Capricorn⬆️/

Hey y'all! So I mostly make cute lil' aesthetic pics/collages/gifs/wallpapers/backgrounds, and edits! I also sometimes make up headcanons (mostly for Freddy, cuz he's my manz 😽💙)- but I'm obvi not only limited to making headcanons for him. Feel free to request a specific collage/wallpaper, aesthetic pic, edit (e.g. Freddy and Anthea edit with *insert song here*. Or e.g. Billy and Freddy collage platonically, obvi. //NO SHIPPING BILLY AND FREDDY IN A ROMANTIC WAY, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, PERIOD 💅🏻.//) (I agree with this btw, THEY'RE BROTHERS, IT'S GROSS😾🙅🏽‍♀️), or headcanons of any Shazam characters! Occasional shitposter 😃. (Me and Star are also shifters n' spiritual gals, so if you're open to that kinda stuff, feel free to dm us because we need Shazam-shifting-friends lmao). AND, I also post doodles so that's cool!!

Huge thanks to Star, my literal soulmate, for making this acc (y'all it's literally so slay- my girlie is creative n' talented af, you'll see ✨), and giving me the actual motivation to write this 🩷!!

Anyway, you'll know it's me cuz I'll either type in pink, or sign off as Moon🌙! Much love, angels <333

Anyways, now that intros are done, here's the Master List where everything is...!! -

Master List lol

Anyways, that's about it, we're pretty sure! So byeee <3.

~ Moon🌙 & Star✨️

[givemeanaccountalready]

Hi! Off sideblog/anon but anyways For the milgram ask game: Yuno for 2, 5, and 18

2. Favorite music video moment/frame?

Hmmm, I think this one is my favorite:

Pop off, queen 💅🏻

Honestly, I love the irony of Yuno going, “Oh, so you love your ideal me? How about I break it and see how much you love me then?” To which the Internet told her, “YAAAAS, SLAY GURL SLAY.”

Yuno is going to live her life the way she sees fit, and you can’t stop her or her catsona. In all seriousness, I do admire the confidence and agency that they gave Yuno in Milgram. It would have been so, so easy to say she did sex work as a last resort to make ends meet or some other reason, and Yuno makes it clear that her choices, while we may not agree or like every single one, are entirely her own. No one forced her to do this. This was something she chose. Not only is her agency very refreshing, but I also enjoy her acceptance that she may be condemned and is even open to it, even if it is only there to kill this pitiable image of herself. Maybe condemned isn’t the best word��� open to the consequences of her actions, be it good or bad? She doesn’t shy away from what she’s done or that she won’t stop because people tell her not to. It’s interesting. I like her character a lot actually. She’s in my top 3 for Milgram 😅

5. Favorite voice drama line/moment?

“Well, if I were to say what I was trying to say… It’s fucking bothersome.”

Iconic.

It doesn’t help that I’m weak for precision F-strikes. I think she’s the first, and so far the only character to say fuck and I am here for it. I remember having English teacher after English teacher emphasize the importance of a good hook, and Yuno executed it beautifully. Her hook is succinct and strong, and then she goes straight into ripping Es a new one over the changed circumstances of Milgram. I know Yuno has a devil may care attitude, but that attitude reads to me more as a defensive front to present to the world rather than her being flippant and ditzy. She foils nicely with Fuuta and Kotoko in how the three of them look for justice. Fuuta focused more on calling out bad behavior than reparations before Milgram and during Trial 1, while Kotoko is almost certainly doubling down on her belief that she is the fang of justice. During Yuno’s first trial voice drama, it seems like she’s trying to feel things out and see what exactly Es and Milgram have in store for her and the other prisoners. During the second voice drama, she seems to have a grasp on what Milgram wants (justice outside of the law, seemingly without regard for nuance) and decides not to play ball.

She lists all the new issues with the Milgram prisoners that she is aware of and presses Es on what they are going to do. When Es is verbally cornered and repeats Milgram’s purpose statement, Yuno asks if repeating it makes it easier to believe (also iconic). Yuno doesn’t seem to be interested in making Es pay, just aware that they are not infallible, so don’t act like it. She doesn’t beat the dead horse with assigning blame, like Trial 1 Fuuta would have, but she isn’t trying to force consequences for Es’s decisions like Kotoko would have.

Fuuta and Kotoko operate on simpler terms of black and white morality, which feeds their behavior before and during their time in Milgram. Yuno is acutely aware of society’s perceptions and that situations vary in terms of complexity so blanket statements like FORGIVEN and NOT FORGIVEN are ultimately useless. It doesn’t allow for nuance and just causes trouble.

18. What non DECO Vocaloid song fits them?

To be honest, I don’t really know any Japanese songs outside of Milgram. She’d probably sing Katy Perry’s “Hot n Cold” to Es and Jackalope as an additional middle finger to Milgram.

Maybe, Kesha’s “Woman”? No, I think “Die Young” fits her vibe better. It’s a fun song to dance and sing to, especially when the drums hit. Yuno can pop off to it.

[moon-ursidae]

THE MANDALORIAN EPISODE 3.02 SPOILERS

okay i’m getting in on this late bc my sleep schedule is fucked and i’m super busy w university this week BUT I HAVE TIME TO SQUEEZE THE EP IN

they really are like “in case ya’ll didn’t watch tbobf 💅🏻”

TATOOINE TATOOINE

PELIIIIIIIII

I FUCKING L O V E HER

“is he gone?” HAHAHAHAHA WORKING W THE JAWAS

I LOVE HER

HER TOOTH

YYEEEAAAAAAAAA DIN DJARIN

THE FLIP TO PELI??????? GROGU HELLO???

😭😭😭😭

“hey grandpa” HAHAHA

AMY’S JAWA VOICE IS SO GOOD

din looks so fuckin tall goddamn

OMG DIN W AN ASTROMECH AHH AHH AHH

“i thought you said it was built for adventure?” HAHAHAHA

omg the fireworks are gorgeous

THE MINES OF MANDALORE AHHHHHHH

the music is goin CRAZYYYY

omg i’m gonna cry at din telling grogu about his past😭😭😭😭😭

“that way, you’ll never be lost” WHAT IF I CRIED IN THE FETAL POSITION ON THE FLOOR???

holy shit the music w the ruins?????????? SO GOOD

din is talking so much this season? we love growth

this is gorgeous

“that wasn’t a question” TEA

DIN AND GROGU WATCHING R5 😭😭

“don’t be a baby” i love when the mandalorian is a comedy

“you can watch him on the scope” SUCH A DAD

SO. PRETTY.

WORK CINEMATOGRAPHY

you fuckin STRUT din djarin

GROGU IS SO SCARED FOR HIM😭😭😭😭

this is so fucking awesome

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE???????

YEA DIN DJARIN SLAY

DARKSABER BABBYYYYYYYYY

GROGU REACHING HIS HAND OUT STOOOP

“bo katan was right. mandalore is not cursed” SLAY. she’s also kinda right about your whole cult thing so yknow

they’re so cute😭

YEAAAAAA THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

i an obsessed with the jet pack

this is so fucking awesome

i’m LOVING this so far

awe grogu’s pov of din🥺

THE WAY HE GETS CLOSER AFTER SEEING THE CREATURE IN THE PIPE GO AWAYYYY

if i see a helmetless din djarin this episode i will YELL

the helmet :(

THE FLUTE

HOLY FUCK??????????

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT????????

OMG GROGU’S WADDLE😭

GROGU STEALTH MISSION WOOOOOO

this thing is so fucking scary

WHAT IN THE GREAT VALUE GENERAL GREIVOUS

i’m so scared for my boys rn

his little run are you fucking joking😭😭

“get to bo katan” having flashbacks to episode 7 of tlou “get to tommy’s” UGH

HE’S HITTIN THE GODDAMN JETS

GO GROGU

now THIS is podracing

YEAAAAA GROGU USE THE FORCE

HE’S SO INDEPENDENT AND GROWN😭😭

FLIPPIN AROUND AND SHIT

“let’s get rid of him once and for all” tea? are you wanna fight him or somethin?

RESCUE MISSION WOOOOOO

BEAUTIFUL SHOTS OF MANDALORE

the way grogu gives a look of sympathy to bo after she said “it wasn’t always like this” UGGHHH

BADASS WOMAN

you fuckin STRUT bo katan

you fuckin STRUT katee sackhoff

waiiiit she’s gonna try to snatch the darksaber isn’t she

she’s gonna see that shit on the ground and she’s gonna THINK about snatchin that shit up

AWE GROGU’S SO SCARED😭

THE LOOK OF DETERMINATION ON HIS LIL FACE ARE YOU JOKING like “let’s get my kriffin dad”

them teaching him about mandalorian history😭😭 and the differences between how they deliver it bc of their different perspectives😭😭

YEA BO KATAN SLAY

“did you think your dad was the only mandalorian?” TEAAAAAA

thank you bo katan for answering my earlier question about what fuck these creatures are

what is happening to my boy rn

what is being injected into him

i am very scared for his safety

WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT THE DARKSABER

CALLING HIM DIN????? WHY AM I GONNA CRY???? KSHSKSBSKDHEHJEJDHK

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS THING

okay she’s fucking slaying w that darksaber rn

“your kid. he’s tougher than he looks”😭😭

GROGU REACHING FOR THE FOOD😭

DID HE WANT TO GIVE IT TO DIN😭

oh she gave the saber back slay

god i love mandalorians

so fucking cool

wait is she talking about the death watch when she talked about how they were fighting each other??

hold on i just gotta say the differences in how much bo katan values the creed and how much din values it? she obviously takes it to heart, but it’s not as much of a religious thing as it is for din. she saw it more as an obligation. something for the public eye. a show. din lives and breathes by it. hell, the whole reason he’s even on mandalore in the first place is because of his devotion to the creed. he wants to reconcile. he wants forgiveness for breaking the creed. he broke it by taking off his helmet. meanwhile, he’s walking next to someone that ruled mandalore, who’s walking without their helmet on. showing her face. i just think that’s so fucking cool to think about.

again, when he says “this is the way.” after bo tells din how she lost her father, and she gives a look that has a hint of anger in it? to din, her father fulfilled his creed by dying a mandalorian death. protecting his planet. protecting his people. to bo katan, she lost a father. it’s different for her.

LMAO THE PLAQUE like a fucking museum hahaha

again, the differences in the way that they’re treating the waters. bo katan is reading off the plaque sarcastically, but din is preparing for a ceremony. he’s removing his weapons, slowly walking into the waters while reciting the creed. it’s so good.

am i gonna see a helmetless din djarin??

the answer is no

the music?? gorgeous

DIN??? DID HE GET SNATCHED BY A MYTHOSAUR?????

WAIT.

AM I GONNA SEE A MYTHOSAUR????

NO FUCKING WAY

NO GODDAMN FUCKING WAY

HELLO???????

OH MY GOD?????????????

THAT WAS A FUCKING LIVING MYTHOSAUR????????

WHAT THE FUCK??????????????????

AHSHJSJSKSBSKDBSLDBKXBDKDBDKDBDKSBKSBSLWJDLJFOWJQOFBSNBXLAJSLFBDOBWKDBXKDBALJEOFBXN

HOLY SHIT.

OH. MY. GOD.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

LEMME ANALYZE THE ENDING OF THAT LAST CHAPTER REAL QUICK:

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Imagine being so pathetic you'd lower yourself to that.

Love is weakness and misery.

Then your words pop into his mind, and he swallows thickly.

“You're already in Hell, how much lower can you get?"

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IM SENSING THE FORESHADOWING HERE- from what we are able to see, jk seems a bit nervous and afraid because he KNOWS he’s starting to foster some ✨feelings✨ toward the oc (other than hatred and disgust)

This can also be seen in the way he’s describing from his brief pov how she’s more bruised and roughed up as the journey progresses, whereas before he wouldn’t even really look in her direction at all. As the chapters progress we see him describe her injuries and the state she’s in, a very subtle way to show that he’s noticing these things about her and paying more attention.

And he KNOWS he’s about to sink lower because the seeds are already planted and it’s only a matter of time before the roots start growing and he senses that 😩😩

Pls I’m so excited for the next chapter I keep coming back to your blog 😭💓

Yaaaaaaas analyze away doll 😏 we love to see it 😈

LOOK AT YOU NOTICING LITTLE BITS AND PIECES SCATTERED IN DIFFERENT POVS 💅🏻💅🏻 SLAY QUEEN 😌💞 I'm so glad you caught on to those subtleties muahahahahaaa

Y'all don't get it I am AS EXCITED AS YOU FOR YOU TO KEEP READING

ILY 💜

-chip

[mickgaydolenz]

hello asia my beautiful friend 💕 !!! in todays astro observation i’ve received: Libra placements have a tendency to lie… a lot. this goes in-tangent with the oftentimes manipulative patterns Libra’s have to keep people around. it makes sense for three specific men who have Libra in their 7H that have a tendency to lie in their relationships, but i won’t be naming names ✋🏻

but then i think about Peter, a Libra rising, because this factor didn’t make sense at first.. and then it totally did. there might’ve been a liar element to him that i think was used either to deflect difficult situations or confrontation, a common Libra practice, or to not give himself away too much; his stellium is in the hidden 4H!

however, because he has so many honest elements positioned in his chart, and knowing how much he’s always encouraged himself to evolve as a person, i don’t think this ever seemed to manifest in a negative way. because it’s the Ascendent sign, rather than maybe lying or manipulating others, it might’ve been more targeted towards the self. i very much believe for this to be the case.

and with his Sun in trine to his Ascendent, i think that’s the key figure to his honesty. it’s mostly because this aspect makes people come off as charming and easygoing, usually able to easily show their true self. and THAT, to me, is his biggest slay 💅🏻

HELLO KALE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💖💖💖💖💖 honestly i can absolutely 10000% get behind your explanation here, as in it tracks in my opinion. i suppose it would lend itself to a level of self delusion as a protective measure, right? there are definitely some things peter has said that lead me to believe that at least

[wordbunch]

Thranduil

Elrond ROP

Elrond LOTR/TH

Faramir

Eowyn

Arwen

Tauriel

omg this is gonna be a whole ass presentation! 😂

THRANDUIL: tall and glorious, KING, literally so rich, lives in a beautiful home, i get to be Legolas' step mother?? SLAY. 💅🏻 eyebrows for days, drama queen™, all very good things. however he is a tiny bit too bitchy for my liking and there is something slightly scary about him 👀👀 8/10 i think

i'll rate rop elrond in another ask that i got

ELROND LOTR: eyebrows for days, literally runs the best hotel safe homey place!!! ❤️ good father vibes, is helpful and very knowledgeable and i love a nerd!, but a bit done with life (which is understandable 😅). however he gives me VERY ancient vibes and like he's sorta tired 😕😔 i like people who are leaning more towards energetic. 7.7/10

FARAMIR: one of the very best out there!!! beautiful boy, brave and selfless, NERD!!! but also a warrior, his home is beautiful, he's smart and just SJHGSDLJGSLG delicious!!! also romantic. optimistic. he has it all. 💛 i literally can't find a single red flag on this man. the very first 10/10 tonight! 😍

ÉOWYN: badass with Feelings! can fight, looks beautiful, very brave and responsible, and the perfect amount of rebellious!! also éomer as brother in law would be so cool!!! 😎 sadly her cooking is BAD so i must deduct some points there, and she is (understandably) a bit too much on the sad side for my liking (im so sorry girlie) 😭 6.5/10

ARWEN: beautiful magical princess, romantic soul, also brave and stubborn as much as necessary, i get cool father in law and brothers-in-law as well! and can we live in rivendell? 🥺 very very good. i'm just deducting some points cause she seems a tiny bit boring. tiny bit. 😔 8.7/10

TAURIEL: archer!!!! i love archers and i love redheads, she is feisty and stubborn but she is also soft and she's a little confused, bless her heart. adventurous and cool, she's also protective and we love that 🥰 fsr i just don't see her as so wife-able?? 7/10

[missionaria-protectiva]

Jacaerys remains unsure as to why; was it the way your ankle sometimes wobbled when you curtseyed in front of his mother or his grandsire the King, back in your youth? Or the way that smile only seemed to grow under the dim lights of the Red Keep - your hair, done quite elegantly by one of the many ladies who had once tended to you, torn away from its restraints and ribbons as you ran down the halls with trickling laughter, dogs at your ankles and Lucerys trailing after you. 

the fact that he noticed so many details and peculiarities about her 🥺🥺🥺 he's too sweet

The day you hit his Uncle Aemond, striking his cheek with a wooden toy and receiving twelve lashings as punishment? 

OUCH, but also how iconic of her!! 😌💅🏻 slay, queen

[...] and then the other one, the eldest; the heir to your Lord father. He had a laugh much like yours, though was much more reserved.  Jacaerys found him easy to converse with, showing him Vermax and hiding a huff of laughter when the boy’s eyes widened in poorly-concealed fear. 

🏳️‍🌈 ?

You grew into quite the strategist when your family fought a resurgence just last year against a rival House; his Queen mother desires your mind and your presence in her council in the days leading to war. 

OH, as a political animal myself, I LOVE THIS!!

He'd been struck by the woman you've grown to be - not only the curves of your hips, nor the graceful smile, nor the spark in your eyes - but the mind so valuable his mother sent the Prince to deliver you to the council. You’d been proud, dressed elegantly in an intricate gown, bowing graciously with a grin that grew when he kissed your knuckles, the wind whipping your hair the same way it did in your youth.

he's down bad, someone fan him!!

It is with irony you say this: Jace remembers all the troubles of your youth; the Pink Dread, the toads under pillows, the hide-and-go-seek games you played (one-sided as always) with the kingsguard. 

oop, CLOCKED

He repeats your name with a small smile and a nod, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as you continue down the stone path. 

good lord, the yearning is SURREAL

"We shouldn't," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, the words laden with both desire and caution. 

no, we should

THE SLOWBURN IS FUCKING SLOWBURNING

“We won’t.”

Jacaerys’ lips are warm and insistent against yours; heated, in that way your desire has spurred you, but still shy - a glimpse of the boy he is, who likely has had very few romantic trysts just as you haven’t. Your arms wrap around him as you press up onto your toes, his embrace tightening against yours as he deepens the kiss.

AYYYOOO IT'S HAPPENING!!! you had me in the first half, not gonna lie

“Thank you, for…” He clears his throat and you cannot fight the flush on your cheeks. “Showing me around.”

nice save, Jacaerys

this was sweet and wholesome yet full of yearning and tension at the same time, YOUR MIND, I've been FED

your writing is so elegant and delicate, darling!! I love it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

˗ˏˋ Honeyed ˎˊ˗ Jacaerys Velaryon

jacaerys velaryon x queen's advisor!fem!reader words: 4.6k synopsis: “After we heard news of your success in the rebellion, Her Grace was eager to have you sit council with us. She seems to remember you quite fondly.” He says honestly, “She believed we would get along quite well.”  notes: switching povs; can be a oneshot, or perhaps i'll make it a short series. follows a non-canon timeline/events; Jacaerys is not betrothed to Baela. characters aged-up to 20/21. warnings: canon-typical mentions of war, kissing, allusions to smut. Jace is kinda horny and very flirty. unedited. that's all. feedback is appreciated <3 requests open. masterlist

JACAERYS VELARYON IS WELL ACCUSTOMED TO RECEPTION FEASTS.

In fact, this is the first time in several moons where he has yet to feel slightly taxed at the experience of one; roasted meats, glazed fruits, vegetables with garnish, ale… 

People, too - always fluttering around benches outstretched before some great hall, he and his family perched at the forefront, as if on display for those to gawk at. 

Of course, this time, he is alone. 

The great hearth that sputters and licks in the corner of the hall casts long shadows upon the chalky walls; no great beauty, perhaps, but this castle is indeed very alluring. He can imagine many fond memories could be made having grown up in a place like this. 

Jacaerys watches the girl in his peripheral pour another goblet of ale; a servant offers to pour it for her, but she waves them off with a shake of her hand, smiling nearly as warm as the fire which eats away at her backlit shadow. A girl he’s known since he was just a boy. 

You. 

Your name rings in his head; He’s always found you quite interesting. 

Jacaerys remains unsure as to why; was it the way your ankle sometimes wobbled when you curtseyed in front of his mother or his grandsire the King, back in your youth? Or the way that smile only seemed to grow under the dim lights of the Red Keep - your hair, done quite elegantly by one of the many ladies who had once tended to you, torn away from its restraints and ribbons as you ran down the halls with trickling laughter, dogs at your ankles and Lucerys trailing after you. 

Perhaps the way you spent hours, sitting quietly with his Aunt Helaena, threading needles through fabric and listening to her bizarre cadence dance in the breeze. The day you hit his Uncle Aemond, striking his cheek with a wooden toy and receiving twelve lashings as punishment? 

You and your brother grew up in the Red Keep just as the others - not as frequent as he and his Aunt and Uncles, but still, you remained - with your Lord father as a member of the King’s council, your laughter oft echoed through the hallways of his youth. 

 The quirk of a lip, the flicker of an eye. 

When Jacaerys was just one and ten, he met you for the first time. It had been on an eve cold and miserable - the summer storms in the crownlands could be confusing and harsh, boasting days of rolling thunder and a torrential pour from the heavens that would have windows boarded and children gathered round the hearths. 

You had three brothers; two younger, plump things that would squirm in the ladies’ arms and couldn’t yet speak - and then the other one, the eldest; the heir to your Lord father. He had a laugh much like yours, though was much more reserved. 

Jacaerys found him easy to converse with, showing him Vermax and hiding a huff of laughter when the boy’s eyes widened in poorly-concealed fear. 

You, if ever having a lick of that same fear, never dared show it on your face. Though you were but a mere girl, barely one and ten yourself, there had been no trace of a quiver when Jacaerys had taken your palm and led it towards the huffing, roving snout of Vermax; indeed, there had instead been some honeyed warmth in your eyes, alight with interest.

That day was quite long ago. From what he understands, your Lord father relocated back to your ancestral home just shortly after Jacaerys’ mother returned them to Dragonstone - your father died shortly after, and your brother has ruled Lord since he was fourteen. 

But it has been nearly seven years since Jacaerys last saw you, he supposes - as he is now one and twenty; and now, in just three days’ time, you will return with him to Dragonstone. 

His arrival was swift this evening - less chilly than the day you’d first met all those years ago, Jace wasn’t nearly shivering - but Vermax was tired and hungry, and he’d found himself feeling quite similar. 

They, of course, knew the reason for his visit: You grew into quite the strategist when your family fought a resurgence just last year against a rival House; his Queen mother desires your mind and your presence in her council in the days leading to war. 

It was your brother, the Lord, with his wife who’d accepted Jacaerys; you’d been there, too, standing beside him with the rest of your siblings and your mother. He'd been struck by the woman you've grown to be - not only the curves of your hips, nor the graceful smile, nor the spark in your eyes - but the mind so valuable his mother sent the Prince to deliver you to the council. You’d been proud, dressed elegantly in an intricate gown, bowing graciously with a grin that grew when he kissed your knuckles, the wind whipping your hair the same way it did in your youth.

Yet you’re no child now. 

Jace chances a glance down the table again, seeking you once more. Your body is turned, conversing with the young girl who pours your brother’s ale beside Jace; A laugh echoes through the hall at some murmured joke you tell her. 

He’s once again astounded by your beauty.

Your hair is braided away from your face, skin reflecting gently in the firelight - the gown you’ve donned is intricate, with your family’s sigil sewn into the breastpiece; the hemline of which dips low enough for a fierce heat to grow over his cheeks as he takes in the supple and forgiving skin that shines gently when you laugh. 

Jacaerys forces himself to take a large gulp of ale, relishing the chilled beverage as it slides down his throat - a brief respite from the heat that has begun to gather in his abdomen as you tilt your head, catching his gaze from the other side of your Lord brother. 

He could swear his heart stops when one of your eyes, alight with some misbehavior, drops in a slow wink - a color upon your cheeks that he is unsure is from the heat, the ale, or something else entirely. 

He surely knows what his own blush is from. 

Nails dig into the carved wooden chair below him - how must he be expected to endure such sweet torture for days with you on dragonback? Never mind, the subsequent days in which you will reside with them on Dragonstone as a new member of his Queen mother’s council? 

“My Prince,” you call from your seat, gathering the attention of your brother as well - Jace’s attention is given to you fully and immediately as you tilt your head, “are you enjoying yourself?” 

He nods curtly, swallowing as though caught. "My apologies, I seem to have been lost in thought," Jacaerys replies, thankful that his voice remains smooth and measured despite the momentary distraction. He sets down his goblet, eyes lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary; such beauty has always captivated him, and it makes his cheeks impossibly warmer when your brow lifts tauntingly.

"Indeed, the feast is quite wonderful.” He adds, “Your House’s hospitality is renowned, as always."

The Lord’s eyes twinkle some mixture of pride and amusement as he nods, "It is our duty to ensure our Royal guest feels welcome.” He turns to you, then, “As my Lady wife is quite sick at the moment, I might ask my dear sister here to show you the grounds and your quarters after our meal - if it is not too much.” 

You glance at your brother with a mock sternness. "Too much? You speak as if I'm prone to causing trouble, dear brother."

It is with irony you say this: Jace remembers all the troubles of your youth; the Pink Dread, the toads under pillows, the hide-and-go-seek games you played (one-sided as always) with the kingsguard. 

The jest in your eyes brings a smile to both Jacaerys and your brother. The man beside him chuckles, his demeanor lightening; "On the contrary - trouble seems to follow you like a faithful hound, doesn't it?” 

Your eyes, in a bashful glance towards Jace, reveal the honeyed state of your eyes; they seem to melt, with some steely devotion holding you upright. He can see why his mother is fond of you.

“But Prince Jacaerys is more than capable of handling it - in fact, I’m worried to recall in our youth, he may have been the one to encourage it." A jest - well-meaning, good natured; Jace laughs, shaking his head as the Lord claps his shoulder. 

He is not the boy he once was; duty matters, now. You and Jace are to be joint members of Queen Rhaenyra’s council - you must act like it. A lingering voice whispers in his mind, persuading as your eyes land on his - perhaps duty can wait until you land in Dragonstone.

You bite your lip when Jacaerys offers his arm to you; taking it delicately, you smile graciously as he bids the members of the feast a farewell and lets you guide him softly into the castle’s halls. 

PRINCE JACAERYS VELARYON IS MUCH TALLER THAN YOU REMEMBER.

Granted, you were merely a young girl when you last laid eyes on him - then, still a scrawny boy who poked and prodded those blonde-haired beasts in the halls of the Red Keep; but now, as you gaze up at his strong jaw, the curls of dark hair that move in the gentle wind, you have to school the warmth that grows in your abdomen.

There is a silence that swallows your footsteps through the dimly lit corridors; the familiar scents of your castle – a mixture of old stone, polished wood, and the faintest hint of lavender – envelop you, reminding you of your childhood days in the Red Keep. It makes you smile, fingers itching to flex over the bicep that lies under your palm. 

“Much has changed since we were children,” you say softly, glancing up at Jacaerys in the quiet - his face is partially obscured by the shadows, but you can see the faint smile that plays on his lips. There is something in his face - the quirk of lips, the slope of his nose - that reminds you of his mother. 

“Indeed,” Jacaerys replies, his voice warm and low, “But some things remain the same.” He looks down at you, and for a moment, you feel as if he can see right through you – past the years and the changes, to the girl you once were.

It makes your cheeks redden, turning to look out at the walls of portraits, ignoring your very own face, stern and nearly regal, staring down at you as you end the hall. 

Your smile is soft as you catch his eye, "It seems you know, flattery will get you everywhere, Prince Jacaerys.” You tease, shaking your head. “I can see why your mother chose you to carry her diplomatic wishes.” 

“After we heard news of your success in the rebellion, she was eager to have you sit council with us. She seems to remember you quite fondly.” He says honestly, “She believed we would get along quite well.” 

It is an incredibly large compliment, one that you struggle to accept with grace. It makes you smile stupidly at the stone, carrying on through the castle with polite conversation on the local history. 

Eventually, you stop at a large wooden door, intricately carved with the sigil of your House. “These will be your quarters, my Prince,” you say, opening the door to reveal a spacious, elegantly furnished room. “It’s quite late; If you’d prefer, I can show you the gardens in the morrow.” You offer, itching for a chance to rid yourself of his company, if only to ignore the heat and desire that has begun to spin you into its web. The youthful crush and giddiness has returned with so much force it’s taken you in a whiplash, flushing cheeks and racing heartbeat - a girlish smile that cannot wipe itself from your face under his handsome stare.

A fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room.

Jacaerys takes in the room appreciatively. “Your family’s hospitality is truly remarkable,” he says, turning to face you. “Thank you.” His voice is much deeper than you remember, of course, and it lights you with something near desire. Hunger, perhaps; in its peculiar ways. “If it isn’t a bother to you, my Lady,” he says, voice somehow soft under the glow of fire. “I’d like to continue. I’m feeling rather restless.” 

You smile, feeling a heat once again rise to your cheeks. “It would be my honor, my Prince.” You agree, torn between nerves and flattery, relief that he wishes to remain in your company for the evening. 

He steps closer, his eyes searching yours, as if hesitating for a moment, before speaking. “And please, call me Jacaerys. We’ve known each other far too long for such formalities.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. “Very well… Jacaerys.”

You resume your stroll through the castle - you tell him all you know of its history, as he has proven a keenly curious and attentive listener; though your mind begins to stray as you make your way into the castle gardens. 

In a few days, you will leave this castle. You will leave the Riverlands, to return with the Prince to Dragonstone - a sense of dread begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. The excitement of seeing Jacaerys again is tempered by the daunting task that lies ahead - joining Queen Rhaenyra's council is the greatest honor of your life, yes, but it is also a tremendous responsibility.

You glance at Jacaerys, who seems so confident and composed in the moonlight, and a wave of insecurity washes over you. Though you gained valuable experience during your House's war last year – strategizing, negotiating, and leading men into battle – this is different.

This is no war over plots of land and trade routes - this is a war that will determine the fate of the realm.

"What troubles you?" Jace asks suddenly, his voice gentle; as if he sensed your unease. You trail through a row of hedges shrubbery, and you notice how well the green agrees with him. The observation feels sacrilegious.

You force a smile, not wanting to burden him with your doubts - "It's nothing," you say, but he stops and turns to face you, his expression earnest.

"I can see something is weighing on you." He’s cordial, concerned as you meet his eyes once again, jaw clenched slightly. 

It feels odd, this connection - this mood, more somber and serious, is a sharp contrast to the jesting you’d delivered in the great hall nearly an hour ago. 

"I... I suppose I'm worried," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've had some experience, yes, but… I fear I might not be prepared for what lies ahead."

Jacaerys looks out to the white flowers that climb along the hedgeline. One ethereal hand, glowing in the moonlight, graces its petals softly.  "I understand," he says. "But Her Grace values loyalty and competence above all else. Traits you have grown to more than embody, my Lady.” 

The compliment is nearly too much; so you insist, with a soft voice, that he calls you by your name as well. 

He repeats your name with a small smile and a nod, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as you continue down the stone path. 

"You must have seen many changes here over the years," Jacaerys considers minutes later, looking along the fine herbs and beautiful plants which sprout from the earth; you nod. "Indeed," you agree, grateful for the shift in focus. "This castle has a way of holding onto its past while still embracing the future." You gesture to a line of statues along the right of the path; your brother, the most recent and less attended by the degradation of time - vines with purple flowers curl around his chest like armor and you smile fondly. 

“A statue for the past,” you say quietly, eyes roving over your brother’s stoned face, flickering over to your late father’s, where a yellow flowered vine spreads over his own chest, “and a plant for the future.” 

Jacaerys looks rather touched at this. “And who chooses the flowers?” 

You smile smally, “Their wives. As a tribute to their heirs.” 

Jace stares, taking in the row of statues - the castle stony and large in the distance - just far enough to miss the music that fills the hall. A flicker of a breeze kicks a curl up from his temple; torn, your fingers nearly reach out to brush it off his horehead. Bizarrely, you can’t draw your eyes from his lips. 

“And you?” He asks after a moment; you freeze, heat clouding your cheeks. He clarifies after your look, clearing his throat and remaining facing the statue. “Are you… spoken for?” His voice is barely above a whisper, his gaze flickering uncertainly to yours.

Oh.

Your breath catches at the question, surprised by its directness yet unable to deny the thrill it sends through you. You hesitate, considering your response carefully - the tension you feel, that pull - it cannot be one-sided, you know that. But there are duties, there are diplomatic barriers. You wish you could tear them down without risking reputations. 

“I have not yet found someone to…” you clear your throat, cheeks heating. “No.” You gesture to the line of stone men, “Only the Lords and their Ladies remain in our garden, anyways,” you shrug with a small smile, willing your heart to stop racing over his attention. "Maybe I'll plant a vine elsewhere before I leave."

You begin to walk again, down the row of stony men who watch over you. In the silence, your burning curiosity gets the best of you. “And you?” you ask as you find yourselves in the center of the garden, besides the intricate fountain which trickles with water. 

It seems your question has caught him off guard - he blinks, lips parted as he stares at you. For a moment, you’re unsure if you’ve crossed a line - your heartbeat echoes loudly in the stillness of the courtyard.

"I... haven't made any such arrangements," Jacaerys admits, shaking his head with a small smile, voice low. Some heat - relief, or interest - blooms in your chest and you nod at him, pressing your lips in a small smile. 

He hums, seemingly turning the conversation away from the tense air around you. “I believe you will enjoy Dragonstone, though it must be hard to leave.” 

You swallow, considering - looking over the view, the wild grass, the flowers that peek up through the splits of ancient stone. It’s quiet in the dark, the moonlight glittering your gown as you smile wearily, “I suppose I’ll miss this castle very much. Though surely one day, I might return.” 

He hums, considering the view himself, illuminated in a holy light that has your cheeks hot. “I’d miss it, too.” He agrees, looking to the warm hall that still flickers with the lights of the feast. “This castle is nearly welcoming enough to forget the impending responsibilities."

You chuckle softly, your eyes meeting him with a spark of mischief, "Nearly? My Prince, I'd hate to think we're only 'nearly' at impeccable hospitality."

He smiles, a glint of amusement in his eyes though his cheeks glow a rosy hue at his slip-up. "Yes. It would be a shame if that were true," he concedes, his tone light, "But I remember all of your secrets in our youth, and your brother seems to believe you carry some of that tenacity still."

You flush, cursing your brother's teasing in front of the Prince.

"He enjoys embarrassing me, I'm afraid." You sigh, biting your lip. Prince Jacaerys quirks his own smile, tilting his head - a less regal, more boyish look that makes your heart flutter. "Still," He starts coyly, "there must be some hidden treasures you reserve here, my lady."

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestive undertone in his words; the Prince, Jacaerys Velaryon - bold, none the boy he used to be. Back straight, chin tilted as if there was already a crown upon his head, yet he speaks so freely about such private matters. It sparks your coyness. 

Thankfully, your brother is right; you do indeed dance with trouble quite well - especially when trouble comes in the form of a handsome, curly-haired prince. You lift a brow, matching his playful demeanor, "Oh, undoubtedly," you reply with a mischievous smile. Gently, you reach out, running the tip of your finger over his black doublet; his eyes stay on you as you trace the dragons inlaid in red over his chest. His breath catches gently at your motion and you can't help the surge of satisfaction. "But revealing all the secrets too soon would ruin the fun, don't you think?" You all but whisper. "Especially when our guest is so noble as yourself."

His eyes dance at your words, alive with some kind of desire. You wonder if it is repeated in your own gaze. Jacaerys dares lean closer, his voice a velvet whisper. "And if I'm a very impatient noble guest?” 

You swallow around your heart-thundering throat, shaking your head gently, as you close the small gap between you even more, until you can see the few freckles bore on the bridge of his nose, the slight plush of his lips. “It’s a good thing you are here for several days, then, my Prince.” You whisper.

He shakes his head gently back at you, a light mockery, but you’re stuck on the hook of his eyes that bore into your lips, stuck on how you can feel his breath against your forehead. “Jacaerys.” He corrects, watching you wetten your bottom lip. 

You hum, “Prince Jacaerys.” You mend, hiding a smirk as he licks his own lip, eyes cast down at you as if he cannot look away. You worry you cannot, either.

He shakes his head again as if stuck in a loop, curled strands of hair moving with the motion. “Jace.” He insists, brows furrowed gently. You watch his face in the moonlight, beautiful and regal. 

You smile coyly, “Prince J-” 

He shakes his head, leaning in closer until he is flush against your ear; shivers rove over your spine and you can no longer blame it on the chilly breeze of night. You cannot escape the smell of him - amber, some hint of smoke, leather, and distinctly Jacaerys.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear, “I thought I asked you to call me by my name, my Lady.” 

A deep heat of desire coaxes a sharp breath into your lungs at the sensation of his lips. You can almost feel his smile that grows against your skin as he feels your skin raise in small bumps of desire. "You know me well enough, don't you?" He asks once again.

You let out a stuttered breath; do you know him well enough? You certainly wish to. You are doused with the thought of your brother, of the Queen, of Dragonstone, of the war - you should not be acting like children, playing such games with each other. 

“Jace.” You relent, cursing how his name falls from your lips like sweet, molten honey; how you sigh out; how you take a step towards him to breathe in his scent once more. "We shouldn't," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, the words laden with both desire and caution. 

Leaning back, his gaze locks with yours; dark and intense. "I know," Jacaerys replies, low and filled with longing, his hand brushing against yours as his palm slides up your forearm. You swallow thickly, unwilling to be the one to pull away first; Though, what would people say? The Prince with you, neither betrothed or courting - about to depart to join a war for his own family's claim to the Iron Throne?

Such worries soon melt away when arousal swirls in your lower abdomen - his eyes take in your figure, roving slowly over your curves, eyes hungry with want and breath thick with desire.  

"We have…" you begin, voice trailing off with a gasp as you struggle to find the right words amidst the overwhelming pull you felt towards him; how his hand slides over your shoulder and moves to grasp your cheek gently.

A thumb, slightly calloused, graces over your skin with some kind of desperation, his eyes searching yours. "Duties?" he finishes for you, echoing that very diplomatic reason that binds you both.

"Yes," you agree softly, your heart racing as the magnetic attraction starts to suffocate you. He nods along with you, and you cannot help but let your head tilt up - towards those very pink and full lips, towards his whisper. “Yes.” He repeats, agreeing with you. “Responsibilities,” he whispers, and it is with a complete jolt to your system that you feel his words brushed gently against your lips. "We shouldn't." He agrees with you.

“We must keep level heads if I am to be a consultant to the Queen.” you say gently, your own hands landing on his chest, not pushing away but tugging, nearly shaking with desperation, to pull him closer. He lets you as he nods, “Your… devotion is admirable.” He agrees against your lips, “But...”

His words trail off as his hand moves from your cheek to the base of your neck, tugging your hair until your breath is tilted just against his lips, his other hand falling to your hip, pulling you closer. Heat thrums in the chill air, your bodies now a breath apart - the shrubbery and plants cease their rustling, the courtyard around you seemingly holding its breath.

"-But?" you whisper, barely able to contain the eagerness in your voice. One hand, adorned with jewelry, snakes towards the nape of the Prince’s neck, his curls thick at the nape - you cannot help the bout of curiosity.

You are rewarded plentifully when his eyes roll back and close momentarily as you tug impatiently on his curls, waiting for his words. A small groan that makes your heart pound and your legs weak. 

"-But," he murmurs, his voice suddenly much more husky with desire, "I find it…difficult to resist you."

His lips hover near yours, a magnetic pull, a scream of defiance against your shared words. You silently sigh in relief at the acknowledgement that most of the castle remains in the great hall still, nobody to witness the sins you might just commit.

"And I, you.” You admit, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, “We shouldn't," you murmur against his lips, even as your fingers curl into his hair, pulling him closer.

"I know," he breathes, his voice strained again with the circle game you play. You hold back a whine of satisfaction as his hand slides up to cradle your face, looking into your eyes. There, amidst the burning fire of his Targaryen blood - you find some molten, honeyed desire. It burns for you. “We won’t.” He affirms, your lips missing the warmth of him so close. 

You nod, unsure how the gap is once again closing between you; do you pull him by your grasp on his hair, his doublet? Or does he, hands strong and capable, tug you against him? 

“We aren’t.” You whisper, eyes flickering to the lips that you so desire. He shakes his head microscopically as he repeats against your own, “We aren’t.” 

But you are. 

Jacaerys’ lips are warm and insistent against yours; heated, in that way your desire has spurred you, but still shy - a glimpse of the boy he is, who likely has had very few romantic trysts just as you haven’t. Your arms wrap around him as you press up onto your toes, his embrace tightening against yours as he deepens the kiss.

The brush of a tongue, the sharp curbing of a short moan of desire. Your stomach does circles within you as his thumb soothes over your jaw, his large hands encasing your face. 

There is a shout elsewhere on the castle grounds, but it provides the jolt of reality that had disappeared from your minds. Still the kiss lingers, a blend of urgency and restraint against your lips and Jace’s, small smiles and bashful chuckles. 

If you’re not back to your quarters soon, there might be some questions - and as much as you love a small bit of gossip, you wouldn’t dare admit what you’ve just done with the heir to the Iron Throne. 

The thought makes you flush once more. 

With practiced grace, you look down; his forehead falls to yours as he takes a breath. You smile smally, “It is getting late; I believe the feast has finished.” You say, trying to ignore the rush of chill that finds you when his body slides a small distance away from your own. 

“Indeed.” He agrees, slipping back into his own gracefulness; chin up, eyes strong. You try not to let yourself go giddy at the memory of his hands on yours, or how he offers his arm to you with a small, knowing grin. “Thank you, for…” He clears his throat and you cannot fight the flush on your cheeks. “Showing me around.” He finishes, eyes glancing once more at the statue of your Lord brother across the hedges. 

You nod, grateful for the momentary reprieve from the charged atmosphere between you; a pleasant respite from the anxiety that has, admittedly, lessened after your conversation with Jace. "It was my pleasure, Prince Jacaerys," you reply with a hint of playful formality; His cheeks still blush that same pretty pink as when you were children. 

And as you begin to walk back towards the main hall, if you catch him sparing several glances at your visage, then so be it. 

After all, you will indeed be spending much more time with him in the coming months.

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