#yes i am roasting the game

[featherdusterbelphie]

Can't believe I found a game that's even more anti-f2p than WHB rn....

But hey, I finally got this guy after 1 ten pull and 6 single pulls

He is currently useless to me rn since I'm stuck at a case with FIRE anomalies so :/

This is the 5th (I was wrong eheu) time I get into a non f2p-friendly game...but I guess WHB is at least becoming a bit better...

[the-down-upside-finch]

WIP List (Tag Game!)

Thank you for the tag, @anyablackwood!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

...I don't think you understand what you are asking me to do.

*drags out my folder labeled "WIPs," where each of my stories have their own folders because I have to be organized* So, we have, in an order that descends into the "unnamed" docs: (The * means that this is a big folder with even more stuff inside of it)

Potentially Kinetic (webcomic)* - PK S1 by Chapter - PK S2 by Chapter - Idea Blurbs - Timeline

Stained Integrity (webcomic)* - (1) Stained Integrity (Revision Doc 2) - (2) Stained Integrity - [insert title]

Pentad of Un (novel)

Minding Q's (novel)

Secrets of a Gon (novel series)* - (1) Secrets of a Gon - (2) Secrets of a Gon: Fairling - (3) Secrets of a Gon: Witchery - (4) Secrets of a Gon: Krow

The New Magicians (novel series)* - (1) The Lucky Ring That Brought Bad Luck (The New Magicians) - (2) The Wooden Stick From the Wizard's Castle (The New Magicians) - (3) The Jeweled Heart From the Mage’s Dungeon (The New Magicians) - (4) The Ruby Crown That Shapeshifted When Worn (The New Magicians) - (5) The Glass Box Which Held an Unseen Curse (The New Magicians) - (6) The Feathered Mask That Could See Darkness (The New Magicians) - (7) The Hiltless Sword That Was Held By Shadows (The New Magicians) - (8) The Blue Cloak Worn to Cover a Curse (The New Magicians) - (9) The Spotted Egg From the Dragon Caverns - (10) The Bottle of Dust Stolen From Thieves' Bazaar - (11) The Ghostly Ship That Sank With the Sun - (12) The Arcane Ingredients Needed to Brew a Potion (The New Magicians) - (13) The Shell-Made Throne at the Bottom of the Sea - (14) The Gon Blood of the Last Descendants

Parallel Shadows (novel series)* - (1) Parallel Shadows (Revision Ver.) - (2) Light of the Railing (Parallel Shadows) - (3) Burning in Degrees (Parallel Shadows) - (4) Perpendicular Grid (Parallel Shadows) - (5) Crossed Between Axes (Parallel Shadows) - (6) Divisual of Angles (Parallel Shadows)

Wager and Cursed (novel trilogy)* - (1) Betting on Mushrooms - (2) Flying for High Stakes (Wager and Cursed) - (3) Always Bet on Blackmail (Wager and Cursed)

Shakedown (stream-of-consciousness experiment)

When It Showers

Link & Pin* - (1) Link & Pin — (The Quill & The Feather) - (2) Link & Pin — (Murder of Crows) - (3) Link & Pin — (Blue Overcast)

The Final Straw

A Stanger Comes to Town

Navigating Peril With a Compass and a God

150 Million Tonnes

Lies Von Iash

Shards of Midnight

Something in Retaw

The Neitherling & Champion

Beachcombers

Deck Them All

The Hotel With the Glass Elevator (previously titled "GGD Crew")

Half-Hour Identity

Head Space

Twisted, Entwined

Out Phazed

Non-Stop ∞

My Life is a Comedy (and I am a Side Character)

Two-Faced Flip

(post-apocalyptical world where you can kill someone for like a house)

(the necromancer/holy knight thing)

(Where the knight gets stuck protecting the practitioner)

(Attempt to write mystery)

(that one story idea)

(Untitled WIP, Walled-In Town)

A prince that can turn into a dragon visits a kingdom where he is supposed to marry the princess and he turns into a dragon to share his secret but someone sees him so they have to make up a whole situation where the princess is captured by the dragon and

Like 82957 short stories that I'm not going to list here because. there are literally so many of them.

Y'all. That's like 35 WIPs in my stupid WIP folder, not counting the individual stories within each series. THERE'S NO WAY I FOLLOW KNOW MANY WRITEBLRS BUT I'M NOT ABOUT TO BACK DOWN FROM A CHALLENGE So I'm (gently) tagging: @my-cursed-prince, @athenswrites, @amaiguri, @k-v-briarwood, @the-grim-and-sanguine, @planets-and-prose, @owlsandwich, @card-queen, @zestymimblo, @lordcatwich, @wordswrittenbynight, @worldsfromhoney, @ahordeofwasps, @autumnalwalker, @nettleandthorne, @bassguitarinablackt-shirt, @gwenthekween, @harleyacoincidence, @dancinginsepia, @fire-but-ashes-too, @aziz-reads, @serendipminiewrites, @maskedemerald, @da-na-hae, and literally whoever else wants to do this because. Yeah. Open tag.

(I realize after typing all of that that the game is probably just supposed to refer to only one specific WIP but you know what. I already typed all of that so I'm just going to live with it. Have fun y'all.)

[friedricebunny]

fanfic writer kdj is a idea that sometimes bounces around in my head but honestly i'd have no idea where i'd even go with that idea (also tbh i'm not confident enough in my understanding of kdj or anybody's characterization to want to write them)

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Scarlet’s Guide to Rejecting an Unwanted Romantic Advance

Sorry folks, she always chooses (psychological) violence.

Letting this Scarlet AU escape containment was a mistake.

[ole-to-you-nonetheless]

My dissertation (which is due tomorrow afternoon) needs to be 5,000 words (well written and coherent, not just any words) and it’s a subject I care about and picked myself (Arthurian Art in Wales) which makes it frustratingly MORE difficult to write about (I don’t want to fuck it up or be factually wrong about anything), and I’m currently very behind on the word count (just over 3,200 words, with 18 hours to go) and I’ve been CONSISTENTLY working on it (I did not leave it to the last minute) for months and yet. And Yet. The ONLY thing occupying my mind is not, say, academic success, but which Merlin characters fit with which The Amazing Devil songs. I am going to combust

[victorluvsalice]

And it was then that I finally realized, “Hang on, it’s summer, it’s hot out. Shouldn’t the gang be in their WARM-weather outfits?” So I quickly had them get changed into some more appropriate hanging-around-the-campfire duds. Yes, that IS Smiler’s Dark Form Hot Weather outfit. XD With THAT sorted, though, it was time for more stories and to roast some weenies --

Neither of which worked correctly! Smiler’s attempt to tell an adventure story to the whole group just timed out without ever completing because I guess they were too distracted by “hanging out,” and while I was able to get them to actually tell the story when I picked a SMALLER audience amongst the assembled guests, THAT didn’t complete the goal for some reason. And when I tried to have them start the weenie roasting, I didn’t even get the OPTION -- literally the only thing they could make was marshmallows. >( (Though, it does occur to me now that I’m not sure I ever tried the interaction with Victor and Alice, the pair who can actually EAT. . .I’m quite sure the interaction should have still popped up for Smiler, though. I mean, vampires with Withered Stomachs CAN still cook!) So that was -- frustrating. What IS it with me and weenie roasts?!

Well, I couldn’t get the party to gold without weenies, but I figured I could at least TRY to get it to silver. I let Smiler roast a marshmallow on the fire (why not, they’re one of the few foodstuffs they can eat), while quickly directing Victor and Alice to grab some drinks from the cooler to fulfill THAT goal before they slouched off to bed. That and a little last-minute socialization around the fire with those guests who deigned to stay there (instead of wandering into Smiler’s room to mold clay and look at Snappy -- just don’t set anything on fire AGAIN, Aleah) did push it over to Silver, yay. Meaning Smiler unlocked a nice new chair to put by the fire pit as they cleaned up after the shindig. *shrug* Not great, but I will take it -- and it is a nice chair. At least it turned out better than that attempt at a costume party at the Von Haunt mansion in Windenburg?

So yes, that is where I left it, with Smiler cleaning up the house before going to make some mechanisms. Next week -- well, the playsession after this one might actually better suited for the week AFTER next, to put it closer to a certain Important Valice Anniversary. So it’s a possibility that next week you’ll just get a few shots of me playing around with clothes for the trio. We’ll see. XD Until then!

[prettygrltatum]

I’m going to be hopping onto the Viking au right now because I’m literally in love with right now lol.

The way you and Simon first meet was actually him hunting for the village weekly feast. He was dragging around his dead game, waiting to be roasted and glazed with honey. Simon stopped for a moment as he counted how many arrows he had left. One..two..ten..fifteen. He didn’t care, he was ready to go home anyways. Just a few more pigs and deers and that should enough on his part.

Meanwhile you, a girl from a smaller, lesser know village. As the cleric and medic of your village you were expected to the berries during the fall before all of the plants and berries died. Your village was very strict for that, knowing that they had a long history of men, women’s no children dying to common sickness and yet not having enough to save their unfortunate lives.

Simon started to prepare his bow as he saw a fluffy sheep graze by. And my was this sheep rather fluffy. He placed the bow carefully on the bow, drawing it back. His eyes trained closely on the sheep.

You bent and picked up the precious berries, checking if they had fungus on them. You arose from the ground to feel a slice on your face. The blood trickled down your cheek and under your chin. “Ah! W-who goes there?” You sheepishly screamed. You clutch the tiny dragged tipped with poison. Simon head rose from the log he hid behind. He finally realized he didn’t hit a sheep, but rather a pretty lady dressed in warm sheep coat. “Ma’am I apologize. I mistook you for a sheep.”

Your cheeks puffed up as you placed your hand on your hips. “A sheep! How dare you!” You huffed. You stomp softly to him, chest puffed up. “Yes, I am sorry. I can make it up to you by taking you to the feast held at my village.” He offered.

“What village are you from?” You asked, holding the basket of berries in your hands. “Spec.” He mumbled. You gasped as you realize the village name. You’ve heard of how strong their leader was and how he was able to save his village from nasty beast and greedy pillagers. “Spec! Your leader must extremely strong! I’ve heard story of you all. We’re nothing compared to yours.”

“Well, then lets go. I can show how really strong we are at the feast.” Simon quickly walked away leaving you stunned. “H-hey! Wait for me!”

[yuri-is-online]

ace has the biggest, fattest crush on yuu and it's amazing how he's winning against the rest of the cast. and yes even malleus is losing against ace and i said what i said!

he canonically commuted during winter season when yuu sent an SOS, offered to sleep next to them twice, was the first one to worry about them when everyone vanished in the spectral soiree and had a mini tantrum when they didnt realize how worried he was!! and lastly had the guts to tell malleus to his face, a top 5 magician in the twst universe, that what he did wasn't cool just cause he was worried sick abt yuu (and grim and deuce ig) !!!! Also he was so fucking worried when Yuu went to STYX and him and deuce couldn't contact him?!!

Also spoiler warning if u guys dont want spoilers on his vignette on the japanese event with stitch

Like!! When he thought that gantu's robots were there to attack them and the only one present was him, Yuu and Grim, he told them to run away and get help and he'll slow the robots down until they returned!! He was like "I won't let you pass me!", and he was so embarrassed when he found out it was just floyd and stitch 😭😭

End of spoiler

He's so down bad that it's endearing !! He's the bestest boy and its sad how ppl dont like him much!! (His fucking fault tho he's so mean to deuce, i want to punch him in the face then kiss him)

*want to make it clear that i am not trying to suggest this is cannon. it is my cannon though so it goes on my blog

Thank you for sending me more aceyuu propaganda I need it on my blog and people need to see this. He is winning against Malleus for me too (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b He is a supportive and caring friend and there is so much there in game to fuel the aceyuu agenda. Honestly his little spats with Deuce are kind of funny to me. Deuce hits back just as hard (he actually has some of the better burns imho) Grim actually roasts Ace pretty good too sometimes, he's really easy to make fun of.

I do understand why people might dislike him, tsun isn't everyone's bag. Hell it isn't usually mine, but I just love how loyal of a guy Ace is. Aceyuu supremacy fr fr

[despacito-uwu16]

The Rising Action

Kenji Sato x Journalist! Reader

Enemies To Lovers | Foced Proximity | Pining

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“Hit me like a poisonous dart. You were trouble right from the start. Should’ve ran I guess that’s my fault”. - I do by G-IDLE

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“Ken Sato has received a 3rd strike. One wonders, how hard is it to hit a small ball, I bet a one-eyed zombie could hit a ball better than he can”. You say into your recorder.

“Wow, you are harsh”. Ami says as you end your recording.

“It’s called being honest. I report what I see”. You reminded her. “I mean have you seen the way he played today”?

“Yes Y/N, we’ve been watching the same game. But it got me thinking. When I interviewed Ken, he refused to talk about his family. He refuses to show vulnerability. It’s like he’s wearing some sort of mask. Something is going on with him, and when I know something, I don’t let go”. Said Ami.

“Wow, you are very determined”.

“At least get to know him before you start roasting him”. Ami suggested.

“Note taken”. You lied.

After graduating college, you were hired as an intern at the Los Angeles Magazine. You would stay at the office after midnight to revise and edit articles for other reporters. Eventually, your boss gave you your first assignment. Coincidentally, at a baseball game. You took in every detail of every player, noting all of the small mistakes and flaws of the games. Everyone looked like they didn’t know how to play, much to your disappointment. But it made juicy material for you.

That night, you were writing like you were running out of time. The article you wrote was on some of the players and their failures. The morning after, you got called in to the editor’s office. At first you thought you were about to get fired, but your surprise, he complimented on your writing style, asking you to cover another baseball game. Eventually, you got promoted to journalist within 6 months of working there, naming you the youngest journalist in the field. A year and a half later, you were offered a job at the International Review Journal. They pay twice as much as the last salary and you get to travel for your job. It didn’t take too long for you to accept it, and the next thing you knew, you were on your way to make your mark in the world.

Everywhere you went, your words impacted people and the way they perceive their favorite athletes. All of the readers love you, while the athletes feared and hated you. You didn’t care for the love and hate. What matters is you were unstoppable.

Now here you are in Tokyo, Japan watching the Ken Sato struggle. You felt bad that the Giants were on a loosing streak, but you didn’t feel bad for Ken. It was his ego that brought him here after all. You leaned back in your chair with your recorder in your hand, while watching Ken having a temper tantrum in front of his coach.

~

As you walked out of the stadium, you were fishing out your car keys when you realized something was missing in your bag.

“Where’s my recorder”?

Panic starts to settle in as you looked through your tote bag.

“Looking for this”?

You turn around to see Ken Sato, waving your recording device in front of you.

“Well, if it isn’t the walking loosing streak. I would say great game, but let’s face it, i’ve seen better”. You sneered.

“Y/N L/N, the pain in my ass, Let me guess, obsessing with me as usual”? He asks

“I’m not obsessed with you, and even if I were, I would rather launch myself out of Tokyo on a ten foot pole than fan girl over a baseball fuck up”. You rolled your eyes.

“You have really creative comments Y/N. I think my favorite one has to be when you called me the hare who couldn’t beat the tortoise. But slower and more stupider”. He laughs.

“I also noticed that I’m the only person mentioned in your commentary. Am I just a cover for the fact that you know nothing about baseball”?

“Of course I know everything about baseball. I just like taking notes on the most notable failures in baseball history”. You scoffed

He lets out a laugh that still annoys you to this day. “It’s nice to know I have a fan”.

“Once again, the only person obsessed with you is you”. You retorted.

“Says the person who followed me all the way here from California”. He tossed your recorder to you. “I’ve read some of your stuff online. Judging by your writing style, you should consider a career in fanfiction writing instead of sports journalism”.

“Fuck off Ken”. You said.

While he turned around to walk away, you gave him the middle finger, and he stuck up his in return.

You rolled your eyes as you got into your car.

“What an asshole. And for the record, I was here first”. You aggressively push your car key into the ignition.

You were back in your apartment, editing your article on your gray velvet couch. You took a sip of your pineapple smoothie as you reread the last paragraph you’ve just written.

“Ken Sato, “the best living player”, is now the best living curse. From being on cloud 9 to falling into the pits of underworld, he might as well drag the giants along with him. Tread carefully Sato, consider yourself a dead man walking. If looks could kill, we wouldn’t be Coach Shimura”.

Is this considered slander? Possibly. But to you, it’s called journalism. And the best part of the job is the chaos it causes post-publish.

After rereading and editing, you hit publish. You sat back and watched as the likes and views came in.

Later that night, you were celebrating the success of your latest article, alone. You downed the last of your dirty shirley, feeling content with yourself and the hard work you’ve put in. You were about to ask for the bill, when the bartender placed a martini in front of you.

“I didn’t order this”. You look up at the bartender confused.

“It came from the gentleman in the black blazer”. He points to the man sitting at the end of the bar.

You look over with curiosity to see the man sitting at the end of the bar. Only to be disappointed when you realized the guy was Ken. He got up and walks up to you.

You glare at Ken as he approached you. “What do you want”?

“Can’t a man treat a cute girl to a drink”? He takes a seat next you.

You’ve been down this road before. After you publish an article, the athletes either bombards you with threatening emails or bribe you with money or expensive gifts. Either way, it didn’t faze you.

“If this is about the article, I’m not taking it down or tweaking it to your liking”.

“I usually don’t give a shit about what you personally think of me. However, my career is on the line because of you”. He said, his onyx eyes giving you the death stare.

“Awww, it’s not my fault the world thinks you suck. Go cry about it”. You roll your eyes.

“I’m not begging for you to delete the article. Instead, I’m offering you an opportunity”. Kenji proposes.

You turn your body towards him. “Go on”.

“You come live with me for the next two months, get the Kenji exclusive. You get to ask any question, and you get to follow me around. It’ll make great coverage for the sports magazine”. He leans back in his chair.

“Okay and why would I want to live with you”? You scoff.

Kenji smirks. “You can decline the once in a lifetime opportunity to do this interview, or I can tell everyone about our little escapade during college”.

You glared at him. “Excuse me”?

“Imagine if people found out that Ken Sato, a baseball legend and Y/N L/N, his biggest hater had a one night stand during our junior year. That would seriously affect your following and your career, wouldn’t it”? Kenji condescends, leaving you completely disgusted.

“You’re not the only one who can play dirty Y/N”. He smirks.

Of all the annoying things Kenji does, one thing you did not expect from him is to straight out blackmail you. Another is the fact that he’s right. If people found out you slept with an athlete, you can kiss your promotion goodbye. For once, you were backed into a corner, and there was nothing you could do or say to save yourself. Swallowing your pride, you decided to take the defeat.

“Fine. I’ll come shadow you”. You surrendered reluctantly.

Kenji smiles from ear to ear.

“But if you pull some shady shit on me, I’m ending it”. You threatened.

“Won’t be a problem”. Kenji pulls out a pen and writes something down on a napkin.

“Here’s the address to my house. Arrive at my place on Sunday at 9 am sharp”. He hands you the napkin and hands some cash to the bar tender.

“I look forward to this interview Y/N”. He winks at you as he leaves the bar. You sunk in your seat appalled.

“What the fuck did I just agree to”?

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[damianwayne0]

In the Drawer ||

Pairings : Damian Wayne x reader

Summary : Damian and Y/n had been dating for 3 years . Damian is 19 and reader is also 19

After a long eventful mission, Bruce invited the justice league and the titians in the manor for a well deserved break. Everyone was just chilling since it was stormy outside.

Beast boy, excited : let's play a game!

Everyone : Yes let's play a game

Dick , hopefully: Are u also playing Damian?

Damian: I don't want to play with you all imbeciles.

Tim, rolling his eyes: whatever

Dick : please Dami it will be fun!

Damian: no-

Dick, ✨giving his puppy eyes✨ : And you owe me a favor

Damian, irritated : Fine.

" So what game are we playing ?" says Starfire .

"oh! oh! I know! I know! Truth and dare lets play it" says beast boy with an mischievous grin.

Jason took a bottle and spinned it , it landed on Dick.

Jason : Truth or Dare?

Dick : tru-th

" Were you the one who put fart spray in to the batmobile and blamed replacement for it?" Says Jason smirking know it was really dick.

"ye-s"says dick as he looks at Tim and Tim looks back at him with an betrayed look.

"I am sorry Timmy" says dick feeling a lil guilty.

" hahaha dude ! You really did that to batman ? That's so cool! " Says beast boy in disbelief.

" oh, that's why you were smelling so bad that day?" says Starfire with an disgusted look on her face.

"yeah " says dick with an small nervous laugh.

"By any chance was it also you who put glitter all over my bag?" Says Damian glaring at dick. He would have forgotten about that incident, if the gift he bought for you wasn't cover in glitter . And yeah you thought it was still cute regardless of the glittery mess it had become.

"uhhh" says dick nervously knowing he is screwed.

"you- " says Damian as his chasing dick with an fork begins and everyone was laughing at the sight.

After Damian literally hunted down dick , they came back and sat down , This time Tim spinned the bottle and it landed on Starfire.

" Truth or Dare Starfire?" Says Tim , smirking.

Then on then dick knows he's screwed.

"uhh dare?" Says Starfire hesitating a bit.

" ha! Don't kiss dick for a week " says Tim knowing he got his revenge.

Dick with an betrayed just stares at him . While he just shrugs.

Damian is a tiny bit impressed but he won't admit it .

Raven , impressed says " hmm he can't handle that one .

"Damn replacement you got him" says Jason to Tim while looking at dick who now has a defeated look on his face.

" hahah look at his face " says Beast boy pointing at dick, who just glares at him.

" fine, no kisses for a week I see" says Starfire giggling a bit.

Now its dick turn to spin it and it's lands on Damian.

"truth or dare Dami?" Says dick pressing his lips together so he wouldn't laugh.

"Truth." Says , Damian glaring at dick.

"How many girls have asked you out ?" Says dick already praying for his life .

To everyones suprise Damian begins to count and count and count not stopping.

"Damn dude we understood " says beast boy a shocked and maybe a tiny bit jealous.

" I don't know, I never counted" says Damian shrugging.

" yeah because who could even ask you out". Says Tim smirking.

Damian glared at Tim and Tim glared back.

" okay enough of your staring competition. It's my turn now" says Jason as he spins the bottle and it again lands on Damian.

" Seriously I got demon brat?" Says Jason disappointed.

" whatever just ask already" says Damian rolling his eyes.

" Fine , Fine demon brat. Truth or Dare?" Says Jason.

"Truth" says Damian as he sighs.

" do you hate replacement?" Says Jason with an smug

"I don't hate him but I would pull off his life support to charge my phone" says Damian.

Everyone seems shocked then they all crack up .

"Damn replacement got roasted by the gremlin"says Jason rolling on the floor while holding his stomach from laughing.

"Good one Dami" says dick out of breath from all laughing.

Tim just looks as if he saw a ghost. After everyone calmed down,they all say down and it's was Starfires turn and the bottle landed on raven.

"Truth or Dare raven?" Says Starfire smiling.

"umm dare?" Says raven hesitating .

Everyone than continuous to play. After sometime the justice league comes up from batcave to see the young heros playing. After the game ends. Damian goes into his room for sometime.

Damian than calls you and almost instantly you pick up.

"beloved, I miss you" says Damian wanting to be with her. It's not like he doesn't want to spend time with his family and friends but with you he finds peace that he cannot describe.

"My love, I miss you too but what happened?" Says Y/n worrying that something might happen to the love of her life.

"Nothing, beloved I am just missing you that's it" Damian sighs .

"I wish we could meet but this storm is not stopping anytime soon"

"you're right , beloved"

" I have a little surprise for you when you come back" you say seductively. You were waiting for him for so long because of that mission. You can't lie that you didn't miss his touch, his kisses during your time apart.

" beloved, you really love to make me suffer" Damian frowns

"hehe be patient my love, you will get your reward don't worry. Byeee love ya" and then you cut the call before he would say anything.

Damian heart beating so fast that it could beat the flash in a race . He than heard his brothers calling him for dinner. He goes down but he can't stop thinking about his reward that you were talking about. But he shook it up as his family and friends were watching him.

At the dinner table:

Everyone was seated. When Tim asked Damian if he had the cards game he took from Tim.

" They are in my room , in one of the drawers" says Damian, stabbing his vegetable with fork.

Tim than gets up to go to Damians room.

"So , Bruce did you know someone asked Damian out yesterday?* Says Jason smirking at Damian.

" oh I see , I mean he is a charming boy" says Bruce smiling.

Jon who just arrived flying says : ohhh that girl ? Damian told me about her. Apparently she tried to kiss him but he pushed her off ."

Bruce chokes on the food and Damian drops his fork due to shock and Jason just raises an eyebrow and well dick ,well he is cheering like those cheerleaders as Starfire tries to calm him down.

"He is a charming boy" says Clark repeating Bruce words.

Damian than speaks up.

"she was the daughter of Logan family and shes been trying to get my attention but I was putting her off"

Logan family are one of business partners of Bruce.

"hmm her mother tried the same" says Bruce as his scowls ,remembering those stupid attempts to get his attention.

Dick: where is Timmy? He certainly is taking his time.

Just as he said that Tim came running in and sat down on his seat. After sitting down Tim stares at Damian.

"what are you looking at imbecile?" Says Damian raising an eyebrow at Tim.

Tim with an straight face than says " Are You a virgin?"

Bruce for the second time chokes on his food. Jason starts laughing and dick is just horrid. Clark passes water to Bruce.

"Drake ,what actual heck!?"says Damian standing up .

"I mean , can you than explain why is there two packs of condoms in your drawer?" Says Tim as he puts up those boxes up in the air.

"TWO BOXES!?" says Jason

"CONDOMS!?"says Dick

"I don't think that's any of your business" says Damian. He was quite irritated but mostly embarrassed.

Damian than gets up and goes to his room

"Timmy, I don't think you should've done that"says Dick

"yeah dude"says. Beastboy

"I guess but what if he has a girlfriend?" Says Tim

"Who's gonna like that brat?"says Jason

The next day ,after the teen titan and the justice league left. Damian didn't come down for the whole day .

In Damians room

"ahahahahahahaha"

"Beloved, stop now"

"ahahaha I can't- I swear I can't-"

"seriously?"

"ok ok fine . But really? They saw it?" Pressing your lips together to try to not laugh.

"yeah and now I don't know what to do".says Damian,still irritated and somewhat angry.

"it's okay my love. That doesn't really matter"

"hmm but are you gonna wear that green one or the black one ?"

"...... really?"

"what?"

" perv" You could literally hear the mischievousness in his voice.

"Oh come on "

"Nope , you gonna have to find out"

"Fine "

"Damian, you know, we have been dating for a long time now"

"Yes , beloved I understand what you're trying to say.And I also know it's time"

"really!?", You have been dieing to meet his family for a quite time now, and he already met your family so it's only fair if you meet his.

"Yeah, I also been thinking about this. And I can't imagine my life without you anymore"

"Me too , Damian"

[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox (9) (End)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, virgnity loss, smut, bleeding, fluff ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

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Next chapters: Masterlist

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From that night onwards, she felt that they were officially a couple; they held hands when he walked her home from the bus stop and hugged at school. They didn't have to talk about anything officially − it was clear they were together.

Aegon laughed at them saying that he wondered how much longer they were going to pretend.

Since then, she spent a lot of time at his place. At first she lied to her parents about going to Helaena's, but then it became too suspicious as she spent days there and finally admitted that she and Aemond were together.

"That's great! He's such a good boy. Invite him to join us for dinner, he doesn't have to be ashamed of anything!" Said her father, patting her on the shoulder; after a moment he looked at her uncertainly, as if he had realised something.

"You know how children are made, don't you?" He asked, she sighed heavily, confessing that she knew and that she did not intend to become a mother at such a young age.

Aemond was very apprehensive about having a formal dinner with her parents even though he knew how much they liked him from the situation with Cregan.

Nevertheless, when she finally managed to convince him and he came with her to her house one day after school, they spent a very nice evening together, her parents asking him where he intended to go to university.

"I was thinking about game and programme design. I'm good at maths and computer science, but my dad says it's not a profession." He confessed reluctantly; her father looked at him surprised, swallowing loudly the bite of roast he had just had in his mouth.

"What do you mean? After all, it's the future! Programmers are being sought everywhere now. Of course it's a profession!" He said with certainty, and she smiled, seeing out of the corner of her eye the blush on her boyfriend's face, who lowered his gaze, embarrassed.

They only touched each other with their hands − he showed her how she could satisfy him with a simple squeeze of his fingers down there. She loved the time of their intimacy and closeness, tender, calm and unforced.

They didn't undress completely in front of each other, but pulled their shirts off and snuggled together, kissing, allowing themselves to feel what it was like to feel the bare skin of their beloved's body nestled against each other.

She felt safe with him.

It seemed to her that the fact that they weren't in a hurry to go anywhere even suited him, that he felt thanks to this that it wasn't just about sex but something more, that their physical closeness was the result of their passionate affection and not the other way around.

One day, when he invited her to his house when no one else was there but them, he locked himself in his room with her.

After a few days in which they had to study and had no time to see each other, he literally threw himself at her, pulling off her jumper, pressing his lips to her naked breasts, leaving her in just her panties, sliding his fingers into them in a confident motion, knowing full well that she needed this as much as he did.

"− wait −" She muttered, grabbing his hand, looking at him with a hot, thirsty gaze. He immediately put his fingers out, looking at her surprised and concerned.

"− something wrong? −" He asked in a trembling voice; she could hear that he needed and wanted it himself, that he had been waiting for it all day. She swallowed loudly feeling that her cheeks were all red.

She thought she was ready.

That she trusted him and wanted to see what it felt like.

"− if you want we can try − you know − for real −" She mumbled out quickly, lowering her gaze, playing with her fingers lying on her bare stomach, unable to look at him out of shame. She heard him draw in a loud breath, surprised, and flinched all over.

"− are you sure? − I mean − I don't know, wouldn't you rather we did it in some more special place or time? −" He asked in a trembling voice, and she felt hot in her heart at the thought that he wanted this to be a unique moment for her, that he was thinking of her first and then himself.

She glanced up at him, looking at him with confidence and warmth in her gaze.

"− it's okay − I feel like I'm ready − you know, wet and all − that we can try, I'm not afraid −" She whispered still not looking at him, feeling her heart pounding like crazy, the place between her thighs throbbing hard.

She felt him breathing anxiously beside her; he was looking at her and for a moment couldn't get anything out.

"− okay −" He mumbled at last, rising to sit down, reaching his hand into one of the drawers, taking something rustling from it. She pressed her lips together seeing that it was a condom and lowered her gaze quickly, embarrassed.

He laid it down beside her on the bedclothes, then took her cheek in his hand and turned her face so that she was looking at him; she saw tenderness, fear, desire and uncertainty in his eyes, the same feelings that were now melting in her heart.

"− if − if there's anything wrong − if you want to stop − just say so, okay? −" He muttered, as flushed as she was, and she nodded quickly.

She swallowed loudly when, with trembling hands, he reached into the material of her panties and slid them slowly down her thighs − she helped him by lifting her hips a little and shaking them off her feet, staying completely naked.

He grunted quietly, taking one of his small pillows in his hand.

"− put it under your bottom − I've read that it's easier in then −" He muttered, and she did so without a word, embarrassed and touched that he had to read about how women experience their first time, what is best for them, what will make her feel less pain then.

She spread her thighs obediently in front of him as he knelt between them, with trembling fingers undoing his button and zipper, looking down at her with his lips slightly parted, panting as she did with emotion.

"− I want you very, very much − you know? −" He asked quietly, and she nodded quickly, feeling nothing but love for him in her heart.

"− y-yes − I want you too −" She confessed with tenderness and warmth in her voice. He swallowed loudly and nodded his head as if he needed to hear it.

She saw him slide off his trousers and boxers, struggling with them a little, and after a moment they were both completely naked, vulnerable, frightened. She pressed her lips together averting her gaze as she heard him tear the foil and apply a condom, deciding that she should give him a little privacy.

She shuddered as he lay on top of her, his hands on either side of her head; they looked at each other for a moment, breathing loudly. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in soft, tender, slow kiss, the tips of their tongues teasing each other with the sticky click of their saliva, making her feel the throbbing between her thighs again.

She drew in a loud breath when she felt him guide the fat head of his manhood against her slit with one hand − he heard it and hushed her, placing a wet kiss on her cheek and nose.

"− relax − we'll do it slowly − we can stop at any time − hm? −" He whispered tenderly and she nodded quickly, swallowing loudly, stroking his cheek with her trembling hand.

"− spread your thighs wider − yes, just like that −" He murmured softly; she clenched her eyes shut when she felt his tip pushing painfully hard against her wet, tight walls, sliding slowly inside her. They both sighed loudly, surprised, looking at each other with big eyes.

"− oh fuck − breath deeply, okay? − easy, little one −" He exhaled in a trembling voice. She nodded quickly, feeling the discomfort of such an intense filling, from which her body involuntarily tried to protect itself.

She began to breathe deeply through her mouth, closing her eyes, concentrating on loosening her muscles. She felt that it was a tad better, and he slid deeper into her; he pushed against something inside her, although she wasn't sure what, and she twisted her body, furrowing her brow in discomfort.

"− I need to make a little more violent push now − it might hurt a bit, don't get scared − okay? −" He asked quickly and she just nodded, breathing unevenly, feeling her whole body tremble.

She felt him slide out of her, and then with a sure, hard thrust of his hips he tore something inside her, making her ache as if someone had stuck a needle in her stomach.

She squealed, clamping her hand quickly on his arm, wanting to stop him from moving any further, looking at him in horror. He looked at her in pain, breathing loudly, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"− I know − I know − you're so brave − the worst is behind us − shhh −" He whispered, and she swallowed loudly, feeling the pain slowly pass, but still surging through her insides as if he had caused her a wound.

"− hold on − okay? −" She whispered in a trembling voice and he nodded. He leaned against her, brushing her puffy lips and she put her arms around his neck, drawing him close, needing to take refuge in his embrace.

They just kissed for a while, stroking their naked bodies − she could feel him pulsing hard inside her, but he made no move, breathing loudly along with her.

"− it's better now −" She whispered into his mouth. He nodded and licked his lower lip, sliding out of her slowly only to slide back in, this time filling her to the very end.

They both looked at each other with their mouths wide open and sighed loudly, surprised that it had worked.

"− are you okay? −" He asked quickly and she nodded.

"− a tad uncomfortable − but it doesn't hurt anymore −" She mumbled out with difficulty, filled with this strange, foreign sensation of realising that she felt him so deeply inside her body, that she was completely vulnerable and dependent on him now.

"− I'm going to start moving − okay? −" He asked with excitement and she nodded quickly. He pressed his forehead against hers and slipped out of her body again almost to the very end, only to fill her again with a slow, deep thrust.

She closed her eyes and relaxed completely, feeling a pleasant tingling in her lower abdomen each time his tip rubbed the spot inside her that he usually squeezed with his fingers.

"− yes − right here −" She whispered and he groaned low, she felt him throbbing hard inside her again.

She felt his hips began to move faster inside her, his thighs slapping against her sticky buttocks with a wet click, with each of his surer motions he teased her harder and harder, her lips parted in an innocent moan.

He kissed her slipping his tongue into her mouth, stroking her cheeks and hair, purring down her throat, both of them moaning loudly as he accelerated enough to make his bed creak beneath them.

"− fuck − so good −" He exhaled as if in awe and surprise, and she clasped her hands on his buttocks, impaling herself on him, panting along with him, pleased to feel that her muscles had adjusted to his shape, that she no longer felt any discomfort.

"− Aemond −" She whispered, and he groaned low, gripping her hips with his hands, stretching her hot, wet insides with his length again, again and again, faster and more aggressively, his intense pushes giving her astonishing pleasure, his gaze as he looked down at her filled with nothing but desire.

"− fuck, Foxy − I −" He mumbled as if in embarrassment, she could feel him twitching faster and faster inside her, and she only nodded.

"− it's okay − c-cum when you want to −" She whispered in shame, and he mewled quietly, his mouth parted wide, his eyebrows arched almost as if in pain as he came, cumming into his condom, panting and moaning low.

"− oh God, baby − fuckfuckfuck −" He growled, tightening his lips, falling on top of her, moving inside her for a moment longer, convulsions of pleasure running through his body.

She hugged his naked, sweaty back, smiling and happy, feeling relieved that it wasn't horrible at all, that she felt pleasure most of the time, that despite the pain at first his words of comfort and understanding made her relax.

"− I'm sorry −" He whispered in her ear and she blinked in surprise, snapped out of her reverie and stroked his hair, kissing his temple.

"− why? − it was very pleasant −" She said tenderly, placing gentle kisses on his cheek, his face pressed into the pillow.

"− you didn't come −" He muttered, as if this was his greatest failure, as if it was a cause for immense shame and disappointment on his part.

"− I didn't want to − I just wanted to do it with you − to feel what it's like − next time we won't be so scared −" She murmured, embracing him more tightly, tracing her fingers down his spine, feeling a shiver run through him, his soft manhood still deep inside her.

"− aren't you disappointed? −" He asked uncertainly as if he wanted to make sure, and she shook her head.

"− no − I'm very happy − albeit a tad sore −" She admitted and laughed lightly; she heard him murmur beside her and he finally lifted his face, placing a loud kiss on her cheek.

"− you were so brave −"

They were both horrified and panicked when they saw the blood on his pillow and sheets, not knowing what they should do first; he dressed up quickly and went to the bathroom to get some wet wipes and a towel, while she quickly found a pad in her backpack and stuck it to her panties as soon as she got herself cleaned up, putting them on, not wanting to get anything else dirty.

"− are you sure we shouldn't − I don't know − go to the doctor? −" He asked, looking at her horrified, and she shook her head.

"No, I read that this can happen. It should stop soon, but we need to wash your bed." She muttered, and he nodded, swallowing quietly.

Together they pulled off the sheet and threw it with the pillow into the washing machine, setting it to a quick wash, and then hand-washed his mattress. Fortunately, the blood came off easily, so they simply put on new sheets, changed into pyjamas and lay in his bed, cuddling.

She felt him stroking her back as she snuggled into his chest, embracing her with his arms, both of them silent.

"− do you want me to take care of you now? −" He asked uncertainly, and she shook her head.

"− no, I don't think I'll be able to sit down tomorrow −" She said amused, lifting her head up and meeting his disappointed gaze full of remorse. She stroked his cheek and smiled at him.

"− it was perfect − just as I had dreamed − I was very scared, but thanks to you it wasn't so terrifying −" She said softly; he swallowed loudly and nodded. He looked at her uncertainly after a while, taking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"− you know that − that I love you very much − don't you? −" He asked in a trembling voice; she smiled tenderly and nodded, a warm, peaceful feeling filling her heart.

"I know. I love you too."

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Aemond Taglist:

(bold means I couldn't tag you)

@its-actually-minicika @notnormalthings-blog @nikstrange @zenka69 @bellaisasleep @k-y-r-a-1 @g-cf2020 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff @chainsawsangel @iiamthehybrid @tinykryptonitewerewolf @namoreno @malfoytargaryen @qyburnsghost @aemondsdelight @persephonerinyes @fan-goddess @sweethoneyblossom1 @watercolorskyy @randomdragonfires @apollonshootafar @padfooteyes

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Dating skz headcanons pt2

fluffy fluff

not proof read yet

Bangchan

You guys would play board or card games together,like monopoly.He would get a bit pissed when you win so he would resort to cheating."Chan you just can't just do that!","Do what?Your just mad cause im better",If your playing Uno he would secretly look at your cards then put down the card colour he knows you don't have.You get him back though and make him lose three in a row because that's what he deserved

Lee know

You guys would bully kidson roblox together,you would go on the voice chat games and just roast little kids😭,one of the little kids would be secretly one of the members(han)and you would just annoy and bully him so much to the point you could hear him get mad in the other room.When you hear him talk about someone bullying him on rolls you guys would just look at each other and smile while Han is whining about being bullied

Changbin

I feel like you guys would match with each other,intentionally and unintentionally.You guys would have matching bracelets,rings,shoes etc.One day you would wake up and feel like wearing a saniro onesie turns out that's exactly what Changbin was thinking.you guys would take so many pictures and post them.The captions would be like "I just unintentionally matched with my s/o,soulmates?yes."

Hyunjin

You guys would act out movies scenes together,you would be watching twilight and something cringe would happen so you just have to pause it and act the scene.The best one you guys would do is when Regina George got hit by the bus,especially because he's so good at being dramatic,you would be fully convinced he's a part-time actor"Your acting is so good you should be the next Zendaya", "I am zendaya"

Han

You and Han would try act like each other,you know those tiktoks like "acting like my sister for the day", that's what you guys do but more regularly.He would purposely exaggerate what you do,for the memes of course. "Han I do not act like that"," Are you sure?".But when it comes to you acting like him he would get all embarrassed," Stop,I don't talk like that", "Are you sure?" You say mimicking him from earlier

Felix

For each others birthdays,you guys do this thing where you make your own cakes for them(You have a backup just in case)You would do the funniest designs on the cake,the fans know about this because on his birthday live he explained it and said "so far they've been on a big foreheaded style,last year they have me pennywise,this year they gave me megamind"he would show the cakes to the fans and have a whole taste testing thing to see which came taste better,his normal cake or your cake

Seungmin

I feel like you guys would remind each other or embarrassing moments that happened,if you guys were play fighting (verbally)he would 100% be like "remember when you fell in front of the whole class after doing a presentation?" , "You can't even talk because you did horrible aegyo for the whole world to see",So you wanna be like that?" He would say then you guys would go back and forth about humiliating moments

Jeongin

You and Jeongin would have staring contests out of nowhere,You could be standing line for something and you spot Jeongin in the room instead of saving you just stars and him and it becomes a contest to see who can not blink for the longest,if he wins more than three times in a row he would flex it on you non-stop,he would have so much fun reminding you that you suck at staring contests but then quickly shut up when you win

[willowed-wisp]

HER KNIGHT, HIS HEART- part two

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| Ser Harwin Strong x female!OC/reader insert

WARNINGS: violence, swearing, abuse

She had forgotten about Rhaenyra's fly about- it was Harwin Strong's fault, lecturing her about not angering her father. Putting aside her unattainable ambitions- at least he possessed the balls to properly counsel her, hence she chose him of all people.

Not a lot had happened in those two days, though her father was more emotionally challenged.

Apparently Prince Daemon with the City Watch had mutilated and murdered petty criminals.

Elspeth had never had too many dealings with the dark horse of the Targaryens but had enough to distance herself from the rogue.

The woman had also had no interaction with Ser Harwin Strong. She didn't know how to feel about that- having an innate desire to search among a sea of faces hoping that she'd see his. Elspeth shrugged that off as an aversion technique, but the anguish when she didn't find him spoke otherwise.

She had always envied Rhaenyra for the primary reason that she could ride dragons- be in the wilds if she wished. Just as she held hatred of man's freedom to fulfil any role they desired while women were made to battle in bed chambers and birthing chairs.

The woman felt more kin towards the Targaryens than her own. She loved seeing her princess in the clouds - what a rush that would be. It wasn't foretold for Elspeth, thankful she hadn't been roasted alive by

Having missed Syrax's flying session, she was glad a tourney was taking place- maybe it could provide the rush always wanting in her veins, "I missed you at the Dragonpit," proper and upfront- that's why they got on so well. Rhaenyra stood in a blood-coloured frilled gown- exiting the carriage.

"What was keeping you?" Elspeth had to stifle her amusement. Not that Rhaenyra looked ridiculous.

"Did King Viserys pick this out for you?" Brow quirked, lips in a smirk. Her best friend returned the sentiment.

"What made it obvious? The frills or the patterns?" Bunching it up by the mid hem.

Rhaenyra eyed what the Hightower wore. "Are you sure you don't have dragon blood?" Referring to the black and gold gilded gown the woman wore. Its neckline was high and crossed, sleeves short- nothing too fancy. She needn't impress the councillors nor onlookers.

Elspeth tutted, "None hold more disappointment than I, Princess," they walked- the older assumed she would receive an earful from her father for being late. "You should have a sibling by the end of events." Rhaenyra smiled, it was a momentous occasion for her. She seemed excited for the company of a brother or sister- Rhaenyra convinced it will be a little girl called 'Visenya".

"Yes Visenya is on her way. I can't imagine going through labours- I’m not in a hurry," Elspeth nodded, her younger siblings provided a strong deterrent to following her 'wifely duties. Others seemed to enjoy the deed committed to be with child, not that the girl of nineteen knew personally. "So... what kept you from the Dragonpit? Syrax missed you- she's quite fond of your presence. Soon she'll be able to bear two riders..."

A purse of her lips, "I fear the dragoness would send me to my death if I saddled her. I don't possess your lineage, Rhaenyra, and Hightowers would make the worst dragon riders. You and I both know that." They started to ascend the steps, up to the entrance and where the most powerful people in Westeros watched the events.

Their laughs quieted down, hushed by the cheers from around- only the king audible and able to translate.

"I know many of you travelled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists. I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news... that I am happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labours!"

They had sneaked to their seats- sat either side of Alicent in the front row. Rightful cheers ensued-Elspeth one of thousands in attendance. She knew Rhaenyra never wanted the fate of the kingdoms in her hands - she wanted to fly around on Syrax for the remainder of her days. A male heir would make sure that happened. "May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!" An eruption of applause. She found herself politely clapping.

"Who's first?" Directed at no one in particular.

Calculating by sigils on armour.

Somebody beat them to the punch, "Opening this wondrous tournament. Ser Casten Tully," a streak of blue and silver, "His opponent- the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms, Ser Harwin Strong!" Something leapt inside of her- head perking. Navy, forest and carmine flashed and glimmered with armour.

In a blink of an eye, Ser Casten was in a bundle on the floor- his beige steed a few feet away.

Cradling his shoulder, a broken collarbone maybe.

Her focus on the man was short lived. Ser Harwin trotted over on horseback- helmet lifted and his eyes were straight on her, "Lady Elspeth Hightower, I stayed true to my word." Eyes not daring to roll, as she stood from the stool.

She draped her hands over the boundary- elbows rested on stone. "I'm afraid I haven't made a wreathe," Elspeth was dismissive. Stifling that guilt deep down in her chest.

"You could give him your necklace..." Fucking Rhaenyra. What was she playing at?

Oh, he looked oh-so amused with himself. "Are you going to deny a knight his favour?" He was lucky he was handsome. Fingers fiddled to undo the clasp of her golden chained, emerald encrusted piece of jewellery. Sliding it down his lance. "No kind words?"

"Don't push it, Strong," she spoke through gritted teeth. Gods above she was in trouble. Especially when he wore the necklace- smuggled with his chainmail and chest plate.

Then he was gone.

She returned to her seat. Alicent and Rhaenyra sharing looks of amusement, “Was that why you were absent from the Dragonpit?” The answer as clear as her silence was loud. Chin up and observing the next rounds of the joist. Gwayne was on the lists, but Ser Criston Cole was the cream of the crop. Fairly unknown but his reputation from the Stormlands had preceded himself. And he didn’t disappoint, she overhead Westerling’s information as he spoke to the Princess.

For every other knight she didn’t pay attention. “Ser Harwin Strong!” But him, eyes trained on him while he took a lap around the list field. He seemed to notice, bowing on his horse at her- that smile prominent under the helmet. Alicent gasped as Rhaenyra laughed in a quiet manner. Elspeth didn’t know how that made her feel, although her cheeks felt warm.

The woman maintained her composure. “His opponent, Ser Gwayne Hightower!” Her arm was touched by a concerned Alicent. Harwin had a reputation for near killing his competitors- it was a worry. Not that she had control over the events.

“Gwayne will be fine.”

Elspeth was pissed off. So much so she had left the royal balcony, storming down to the knights’ village. Finding exactly who she was looking for, “You let him unhorse you,” the dishevelled hair didn’t help her unexplainable infatuation. While he stood there, unlinking his armour.

“Your Lord brother was better than me, that can be changed with more training,” He remained so calm and gentle. As he always had and she presumed would continue to be; riling her up even more.

She paced ever so close to the man, chin up attempting to look more foreboding, “Why did you let Gwayne beat you?”

“Ser Gwayne is a fine knight.”

“He may be a fine knight but he can’t unhorse you,” her chest met his; heart skipping, maybe that wasn’t hers. He hadn’t looked away- staring into Elspeth’s eyes as she did his.

That harsh edge to her melted as he dipped his head down, “Did you want me to win, my Lady?” Ending at the shell of her ear, Elspeth sucked in a breath.

The woman sought to maintain her composure, “I trusted you wouldn’t sully my honour, Ser Strong,” faces mere inches away, “But I’m sure you won’t repeat that mistake next time…” She took a few steps back- aware of prying eyes of tourney goers and those of knights.

Nothing could hide his look of bemusement, “You wish to give me your honour again?” The woman nodded.

“You are the strongest knight, in the Seven Kingdoms. You’re one of the best there is.” A wave of pride on his face but something waged sincerity.

“I didn’t know you to be capable of such flattery, my Lady.” He was too happy with himself.

“Don’t push it, Strong.” Deja vu as she walked away- turning back to witness that intent look on Harwin’s face, “Never forfeit another tourney.”

“Don’t you want your necklace back?”

She waved him off, “For next time. Don’t want you forgetting about me,” maybe she winked, maybe she didn’t. Elspeth was not ready to admit she winked at Harwin Strong. Or that she had given him her most treasured possession.

Those eyes of blue watched the girl, “Are you sure, Elspeth?” She was weak at her knees. Yet she held it- a weak, timid nod. How had they gotten so close again? Whatever the reason, Elspeth just wanted him to disappear and let her thoughts remain pure and allow for her to go about her usual day.

Not constantly think about him.

The woman just couldn’t figure the knight out. She couldn’t fathom why in the Known World would he align himself with her? The eldest daughter to the Hand of the King and the most outspoken Lady that the court had known.

Murmurs fluttered the air, a blur of orange came into view. “Ser Harwin,” The unmistakable voice of her brother. He had to look twice at his sister being in the knight’s village, “Sister, I think you need to return to your Princess.”

“Does being a stickler ever get old, brother?” Unamused and unyielding. Until that look emerged on his face. “Gwayne, what’s wrong?” Wide green eyes met his calmed blue.

“The Queen is dead.” Drums thundered around her- only a figment of her imagination but they pounded stronger than her own heart.

Fuck. “Rhaenyra. I’ve got to go.”

Without a second word, she found her best friend and held her tight despite declaring she ‘didn’t need’ Elspeth’s sympathies. That didn’t prevent the Princess from melting to the floor in the Hightowers’ arms. Both Elspeth and Alicent cradled her that day. Not speaking a single phrase, just sharing each others’ despair.

Queen Aemma was the perfect mother to them all. Never thinking herself to be above any subject. She was a true Queen. And a true Targaryen.

What was the Seven Kingdoms to do without her by Viserys’ side?

And her death was in vain- Prince Baelon only saw the living world for a mere few hours. Elspeth didn’t need a lesson from her father to understand what this meant. The succession of Viserys’ throne was in question. Unless he remarried and produced a male heir or two.

It also meant her father would be in a more ridiculous mood- which meant more suitors in the coming days.

The days went fast and her sanity broke at a quicker rate. She felt Rhaenyra’s pain- that agony. The Princess was there for both the sisters when their Lady mother passed, and now they would return the favour. Though, Alicent had been stealing her and their mother’s clothes as of late. And had been around the Kings chambers. The woman just hoped Alicent wasn’t being forced to play an adult game at the age of fifteen.

But knowing Otto Hightower and his schemes- that most certainly was the truth. And it made her blood boil.

A crash of doors, “What is the meaning of this?”

“Are you so power famished that you’re going to exploit your youngest child? Your daughter?” She sat on the desk he was working on- closing the book that kept his focus even while she spoke. Her stare was that of rages- not surprise, “You’re rotten at your very core, that throne... Please don’t drag Alicent into your games!”

“Well you certainly won’t do what’s best for this family… Alicent has a keen mind for the way things work in this world.”

“She’s a fucking child who has a misguided idolisation for her father! Mother would never forgive you for this…” Her breath taken as the man she called ‘father’ had his fingers wrapped around her throat. Nails digging further- a crushinh hold. It wasn’t fear running through her. It was pure hatred. “Do it. Kill me. Show them the monster you’ve always been.” It was a struggle worth the pain- he released her from his grip.

Elspeth didn't know what lurked behind those eyes before. Now she did. A coward and a kingmaker. Her throat felt the construction still, coughing to realign any part of her windpipe as soon as slumped outside of the door- not caring what the Kingsguard stationed outside thought. Before their worried faces asked, she had charged halfway down the corridor- passing by with steeled manner.

“Lady Elspeth, whatever is the matter?” The master of laws, Ser Lyonel Strong. One of her father’s peers that made sense, she was quite fond of the man. He often checked in with the woman, almost like an actual father would. Not that she would know.

She shook her head- politely, “Ser Lyonel, you are in good health?”

“Child, I have known you since you were knee high,” Arms crossed, “Your Lord father?”

She nodded, “I have to attend, her grace. I will see you in court, Ser.” Elspeth had been wholly unaware of the bruises circling her throat- however, the master of laws had not been so ignorant.

Lady Elspeth had not gone to Rhaenyra- a blatant lie so she could venture down and out of the castle. Kings Landing was a much better crowd than Oldtown ever had been.

The woman found herself on the bar counter - wooden and bulking - singing her tunes as somebody tickled the ivories and picked at the strings. A tankard of ale raised in her hand, that would be her fifth. Not that she paid for any of them. She knew Bert the owner, but vagrants had been stockpiling her in alcohol since she strutted in.

She was among the clouds- unaware if it were the ale or the brute slinging her over his shoulder. Not that the girl argued, she was too far gone to walk- it was nice being carried around.

Until her back crashed into a wall, “You are foolish for coming here, my Lady,” so polite yet so gruff at the same time. It ignited something in her.

Anger… lust… Elspeth couldn’t rightly say which, “Ugh, not you, Ser Breakybones…” Eyes rolled, taking a step she wasn’t ready to take in that condition- falling into his arms. And she felt safe, secure. The woman found herself in the clouds again. So she giggled, looking into his stern face. “I’ve always fancied you…” his hand swept away the hair, unable to resist sweeping in behind her neck. She couldn’t help but wince.

She felt this man of all men tremble, “Who did this? Was it one of those pigs inside?” He let her go for a moment- about to absolute havoc to the patrons until they gave him answers. But a hand on the side of his face stopped him- everything in the man. Eyes widened as if his own heart ceased to beat when he saw her composure unravel and the tears break down Elspeth’s soft skin.

All but shattering. He held her snug while she bawled. Elspeth barely noticed when he carried her, all the way to the Red Keep. She’d have appreciated that in consciousness or told him to fuck off.

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 8

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"Ok, so. What does the birthday boy want to do next?"

"Take a nap?" Mason chuckled.

"A nap? Seriously? What about getting some ice-cream?"

"Addie, it's January!"

"And?" she shrugged.

"It is too cold for ice-cream. Besides, I'm full after that Sunday roast."

"They say ice-cream is digestive."

"I think I'll pass."

"Ok" Adele sighed. "Then what do you want to do?"

It technically wasn't Mason's birthday yet, it was in a couple of days. But since he had to work the next day and on his actual birthday he was throwing a party, that was the only day both of them were free to do something alone.

"Going home and taking a nap."

"Boring."

"But that's what I am in the mood for."

"Yeah, your mood" Adele said while they kept walking. "What is going on with you lately?"

"With me? Nothing."

"Mase, you've been acting super weird since the new year. Is it because of the kiss?"

"The kiss?"

"Yeah. About the photos and the article. Did it bother you?"

"Oh, that" Mason said, looking down. 

"You know you can tell me anything, right? That's what friends are for."

"Yes, friends."

"Mase, what is it?" Adele insisted, grabbing him by the arm and making him stop. "C'mon, you can trust me. What happened?"

"It's just... It's..." 

"C'mon" she said with an encouraging smile.

"It's something I have to do for work that I know you won't like."

"Something like what?" Adele asked.

"A brand I work with, one of the big ones. They want me to... They... It's for Valentine's Day."

"Oh… I see."

"They have this campaign about that day being not only about a partner, that it can be about everyone you love. Your family, your friends, your pets... And they want me to post some photos with the people I love."

"And they want you to post one with me."

"Yeah" Mason sighed.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no. We are not playing the press game" Adele said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But..."

"I said no, Mason. Post photos with your parents, your brother, your friends... But not with me. I'm not allowing it."

"But Addie, you are my friend, you just said it. And I have to do it, it's part of the contract."

"Then tell them I've said no! I'm on my right to do it, I'm the one in the photos!"

"It isn't that easy."

"It actually is. My photos, my choice" she shrugged.

"The deal with this brand is one of the big ones, I can't lose it. And besides..." Mason said while nervously playing with his hands.

"Besides what?"

"I have to do it, Addie. I have to."

"Why, Mase? What is going on?" she said, taking a step closer. He looked so... Worried.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her.

"You know I do."

"Then please say yes to this. Please" he begged.

"I'm sorry, Mason. But no."

"Adele..."

"I've said no. End of the story" she said, starting to walk again.

"C'mon, think about it. It's just a photo. We'll pick one from Christmas for example. One you like."

"I've said no, Mason!" she said as she turned around, raising her voice maybe way too much. "I'm not gonna let them use me to earn more money, and I'm not gonna give the press an excuse to start harassing me again now that things seem to have calmed down. No means no."

"But..."

"I said no" Adele repeated, giving her back to Mason and walking away.

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"So I am the bad guy now?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Great" Adele sighed.

What had happened the day after her argument with Mason? That they were on the Daily Mail because someone had sold them photos of her and Mason at the restaurant where they had eaten, and of everything that had happened after. Of their argument. And in those photos, Mason looked like a sad puppy while she just yelled at him, which had made his fans turn against her for hurting him, bitch being the nicest thing they were calling her.

"Have you spoken with him?" Jourdan asked.

"Nope."

"What about tomorrow's party? Are we still going?"

"You can go if you want to. I don't want to see him."

"But Addie... You need to talk about this. About the photos and the campaign."

"There is nothing else to say. We must have a stalker, and I don't want him to use me."

"Then talk about whatever is going on with him. Look at his face in these photos! And you keep saying he is acting weird. Adele, he needs you. He needs his friend."

"Jourdan..."

"Come to the party, please" she pouted. "Besides, you know who is gonna be there. If I go alone, I'll end up on his bed again."

"Quoting Dua Lipa now?" Adele chuckled.

"She was right, wasn't she?"

"She was, yes. But I don't know... What if he doesn't want to see me?"

"I'm sure he's dying to apologize, Addie. Especially after the way his fans are treating you."

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you" Jourdan said while hugging her.

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"Adele, you came!"

"Hello, Jacob."

"And you too, Jourdan" he smirked.

"Hello."

"Did the paps outside catch you?"

"Of course they did. They were waiting for me" Adele said.

"I thought you would not show up after your argument with Mason, you know? He's been looking like shit and even thought about canceling the party."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yup. I don't know what happened between you two, he hasn't said a word. But my boy has fallen for you, and hard."

"Jacob, we aren't together or anything like that, it's all the press."

"That's not what I said" he smirked again. "Anyway, gotta keep greeting people, I'm on door duty."

"Enjoy" Jourdan said.

"What... What did he mean?" Adele asked her when Jacob left them alone.

"Nothing, don't worry. He's probably already drunk. Should we get ourselves something to drink?"

"Yeah... Let's stick to our plan of being together and keeping you as away from him as we can."

But their plan didn't last long. After a couple of drinks, Jourdan was dancing with one of Mason's friends and getting very cosy, leaving Adele alone while keeping an eye on her.

"Hello."

"Fuck!"

"Sorry" Mason said next to her. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's ok, don't worry. Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thank you" he smiled. Though again, it was that sad smile. The one he had had since the year started. "I thought you wouldn't come after... You know."

"Yeah... But Jourdan asked me to help her stay away from Jacob, and I couldn't say no. And I also wanted to check on you. How are you?"

"I don't know, to be honest" he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Why don't we go somewhere quiet where we can talk?" Adele smiled, giving his arm an encouraging squeeze. 

"What about Jourdan?"

"It looks like she is ending the night with that friend of yours, she'll be fine."

"He actually is one of the good ones."

"Nothing to worry about, then. C'mon" she said, taking Mason's hand and leading them outside. 

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"Here."

"Thank you, Mase" Adele said, putting on the coat he had given her. After looking for a place where they could talk and having to see some things they would have preferred not to see, they decided to go outside to one of the balconies. "I didn't expect it to be this cold."

"It's January, Addie" he chuckled.

"I know. But earlier it wasn't this cold."

"Do you want to go inside?"

"Nah, it's fine. Besides, I've always loved the view from here. Even at night it looks beautiful."

"It is one of the reasons why I chose this house."

"I'm sorry" Adele said.

"About the house?"

"No, no. About our argument the other day."

"I should be the one saying sorry. You were pretty clear about not wanting your photo to be used, and I kept insisting."

"But I could have been nicer, you know? Or make less of a scene."

"I've seen you do worse. You are a bit of a drama queen."

"Who, me?"

"Sorry" Mason smiled. And this time, it was an honest smile. The dimple was giving it away.

"I've missed seeing you smile like that."

"How?"

"Like that" Adele said, taking a step closer. "Like you really mean it. What is going on, Mase?"

"Nothing."

"It clearly is something" she said, taking his hand on hers.

"It's just... It's my agency" he sighed.

"What about them?"

"They keep pushing me to do things I don't want to or agree with."

"Then say no, leave them. It's that easy."

"It isn't, Addie."

"Why not? I remember my mum talking about a friend of hers breaking a contract with an agency that wasn't treating her well."

"Yes, but in my case it isn't that easy. There are... Clauses."

"Clauses?"

"Yes. And if I do something that goes against them, I'll be in big trouble."

"Will they sue you?"

"They could end my career."

"Holy shit, Mase" Adele said, caressing his cheek with her free hand, the other still holding his.

"That's why I kept insisting on the photo. If I don't do it..."

"But you are their best client! They wouldn't be that stupid, would they?"

"When there is money involved, people don't care about certain things."

"I'm so sorry, Mase."

"It's ok, don't worry."

"No, it's not" she said, wiping away a tear from his cheek. "There must be something we can do."

"Do as they say" he chuckled.

"What if I talk with them? What if I tell them I don't want my photo being shared?"

"Please don't" Mason said, closing most of the space between them. 

"I already told you, I'm on my right to..."

"Don't. Trust me and do as I say. Please."

"But..."

"Please, Addie. Promise me you won't talk with them" he said, caressing her cheek the way she had done with his. He looked so worried, so desperate.

"Ok. I promise."

"Thank you" he sighed, resting his forehead on hers.

"But only if you promise me that you won't do anything stupid."

"I won't" Mason whispered.

"Good. Now come here" Adele said, hugging him as tight as she could. "Everything will be alright, Mase."

"Everything will be alright" he repeated against her neck, his lips touching her skin as he spoke and making the goosebumps she had felt when they had kissed, come back.

[bludermaus]

For a romance added so late in the game dev cycle, The Emperor is a great romance!

Now hear me out! I know everyone here loves the romances and me too! Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll, Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart, everyone is great and fantastic BUT... slightly rushed IMO?

When I first played the game I almost didn't romance anybody because the game expects you to start it in Act 1 and like.... I don't know about you folks but I don't romance character in games just to check it out, I need some attachment to them, some emotional investment first, and asking me to do that in Act 1 - which is very early in the grand scheme of things - was a bit too soon for me.

So here I am, chastised by Withers for not romancing anybody, literally calling me maidenless, we finish Act 2 and all that and then we meet The Emperor. Okay, dude was actually a squid, that's a cooler reveal than I thought, let's be cordial and carry on following mission squiontrol.

The thing is... there was already some attachment to The Emperor by that point. Yes, we did only talk to him through the Dream Guardian illusion but... you've been with him for dozens and dozens of hours in a way, then you have some conversations with him. He opens up with you, you have the chance to be nice to him, maybe hold his hand in a conforting manner, give him a hug when he's the Dream Guardian shape.... there's a very real and amazing emotional buildup to the romance scene.

Yes, it is open to those that have been antagonistic to him (which I think is stupid, the romance scene shouldn't exist if you've been a dick to him, not just stab him in the creche) but like... if you've been nice to him, hugged him, listened to his venting and sadness about Stelmane's death (regardless of their true relationship, he is legit sad about her passing), held his hand, comforted him... like, it is a very very nice romance.

Also add to the fact that you can just show him that you like him for what and who he is, tentacles included. If you ask him to be the Dream Guardian during the romance scene he's way more forward and active with the kissing and all that... but if he is himself, the squiddie, he is... kinda shy? He's allowing you to go first and lead on, almost as if he wants to enjoy this, he misses someone to connect with but isn't used to doing that as himself, there always had to be a layer of deceit and protection for himself before... but now with you he can be himself.

And I think that's beautiful for such a late-included romance.

As much as I'd love Larian to include more Emperor content, I'm quite happy with what we have........ although maybe remove the "I will erase their memory of our night together" line from the game, it wasn't there before and it's kinda weird. It feells like a cop-out for not wanting to record Lae'zel roasting you for Fornicating With A Mind Flayer™️ and I'd have loved to have seen her do that!

[the-fiction-witch]

Mercy

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 Violence / horror/ gore/ nudity/ Abuse/ body horror Word Count - 1217

The Dothraki celebrated, with drums, dancing and drinking. All were much loved by the Dothraki horse lords, A Fire burning in the centre with a pig roasting. Viserys wondered drunk into the tent, he was angry and frustrated at all that had happened since arriving at Vaes Dothrak.

“Daynares!” Stumbling through the door, he called out, “Where’s my sister!”

The music died down the moment he entered,

Jorah made his way over to the drunken Targaryen, trying to settle him

“Get your hands off me!” Viserys warned pushing him away, “No one touched the dragon!”

Karl Drogo listened to the translation of the going’s on and began to laugh, Which caught Visery’s attention.

“Karl Drogo!” he called out, “I’m here for the feast!”

Drogo answered but of course, Viserys had no care to bother to understand, and looked to Jorah for translation,

“Karl Drogo says there is a place for you… Back there.”

Viserys shook his head like a petulant child, “That is no place for a king!”

“You. Are. No. King.” Drogo spat back

Viserys drew his sword pointing it at anyone near him,

“Viserys Please,” Danerys spoke up,

“There she is…” He chuckled turning his attention and sword to her,

“Put the sword down. They’ll kill us all.” Jorah reminded,

“They can’t kill us,” Viserys chuckled as he walked, “They can’t shed blood in their sacret city.” He smirked, “But I can.” He said pushing his sister to her seat with his blade, “I want what I came for, I want the crown he promised me. He bought you but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what we bargained for or I’m taking you back… he can keep the baby. I’ll cut it out and leave it for him.”

Karl Drogo answered once more,

“What’s he saying?”

“He says yes.” She answered “He says you shall have a golden crown. That men will tremble to behold.”

“Oh… well… good I… that's all I wanted, what was promised.” Viserys nodded with a drunken chuckle,

Drogo rose to his feet and comforted Dany, cradling their baby in her womb, the two shared a look of a deeper understanding but before he moved away she thought of all he had done for her, in the days before Illrio how he could have sold her away to a pleasure house, could have left her to die, and yet he didn’t. She squeezed his hand with a small plead in her eyes, the last inch of mercy she would give her brother.

Drogo merely looked to his men and they grabbed Viserys by both arms and dragged him away,

“Let go of me! Get off me! I am the dragon!”

They forced him down to his knees,

He screamed out in rage but it cooled,

As Drogo selected a gleaming gold necklace from the treasure trove, he strode over to the roaring flames of the fire and carefully placed the precious metal amidst the glowing coals. Viserys, growing increasingly desperate, frantically flipped out and implored his sister for clemency.

But she ignored him,

“Dany Please!” He begged,

Drogo used a pair of metal tongs to pick up the necklace, its gold glowing and smoking from the heat. As he approached, Viserys squirmed in desperation to escape, but Drogo's men held him firmly in place. “A Crown for A King.”

Without warning Drogo dropped the necklace down,

The hot gold meeting Visery’s head handing like a crown and setting fire to his hair, the heat melting his skin and fusing to it,

Viserys screamed as the gold links bound in a tight meld of metal and skin, he was convinced this was how he died but the Dothraki men poured a bucket of horse piss over him cooling the gold enough that the meer heat and burns wouldn’t kill him.

Dorgo made an order but viserys was too lost to listen as the men dragged him away.

At dawn, he found himself among the horses, left to die there in the muck. But to his surprise, the men came back for him.

They dragged him to the centre of camp where all the horse lords, and Drogo and Dany had gathered. They seemed surprised he was even alive.

Viserys had no strength even to hold himself up let alone to fight when Drogo gave orders. the men cut and ripped Visery’s clothes leaving him naked in view of everyone, Then bound Visery’s hands in front of his stomach, they forced him up to mount the horse bareback, tied a rope around his ankles and under the horse leaving him unable to get down even if he wanted to, another Dothraki took the reins of Visery’s horse as the hoard began to roll out forcing the horse forward.

Viserys was numb with pain, his head throbbed with pain his head still burning from the gold melded with his head, his lips chapped and desperate for water, his skin dry and burning in the hot sun, his stomach sunken and nauseous, his balls numb from the bareback on the horse, his legs cramping, everything so sore, tender and painful. He struggled even keeping himself up but he knew if he was to fall they would simply leave him to die in the mud.

The Dothraki forced him to ride for hours from dawn to dusk.

Once the sun set the Dothraki set up camp for the evening and left Viserys on his horse without so much as a cup of water or a moment of rest.

Viserys was convinced he would fall at some point in the night, and he would die in the dirt without anyone even thinking twice,

“Here,” A voice whispered, “Drink,”

Viserys opened his eyes and saw a water flask by his lips, and without a word, he latched his chapped lips around the flask and gulped down the water desperately, the cool water soothing his body even just slightly, once he had suckled every last drop it was taken from his lips and he gasped, “T-Thank you- Thank you.”

“It’s okay, Here, it’s not much but it should help,” she whispered helping to lift his body enough to slip some folded blankets between him and the horse,

It didn’t do much but even just the slight padding did wonders for his body’s pain,

“Thank you… thank you,” he said almost crying,

“There’s not much I can do for you tonight, we’ll start travelling once more in the morning.”

“No… no please I can’t take any more…” he begged,

“I’ll bring you more water and some food before dawn, I promise I will help you.”

“Thank you,” He nodded,

She moved away and went to disappear into the night,

“Wait… your name? Please.”

“Y/n.” She answered before she vanished into the darkness of camp,

“Y/n…. y/n…” He gasped doing all he could to remember her name, and her did.

She was a slave girl, Viserys had bought for Dany as a handmaiden. He had slept with her a few times on the travels, made her bathe him, and he was cruel to her… as he was to all of them. He wondered if he should trust her after all he knew he’d done to her, but he didn’t really have another choice if he didn’t want to die. He questioned why she would want to help him after how cruel and degrading he was to her, but for now, he was just thankful she even wanted to help him.