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Characters:

Halynesra (Nesra) Caifir = Hall-ee-ness-rah (Ness-rah) Caee-feer

Otaehryn (Ryn) Venkalyn = Oh-tay-rin (Rin) Ven-kall-yin

Lenna Caifir = Leen-nah Caee-feer

Ehlark Cairfir = Eh-lark Caee-feer

Nen = Neh-nn

Rilitar (Aran) Venkalyn = Ree-le-tarr (Ah-rahn) Ven-kall-yin

Myriani (Erain) Venkalyn = Mee-ree-ah-nee (Eh-ray-een) Ven-kall-yin

The Beginning

   “‘But Nesra I can not wait for the future! I want you now.’ I only laughed at the boy who I had grown to love in a day. ‘What else are we to do Rin? We are too young to do anything but wait.’ I stopped running and faced the boy I was talking to. His face is obscure, of all detail but I know he is handsome. From his long and pointy ears to his dashingly long white hair. His clothes are far nicer than any fabrics I have come to see in my young life. They even fit him way better than my own. ‘What if I marry you?’ I look up to the sky and think a bit, making him groan in worry. ‘Well, I don’t know? You haven't asked me to marry you, so how could I answer that question?’ ‘Fine, only for you Nesra.’ He took one large step to stand in front of me and held my hands in his. I smiled at his face as he stood so close to me. ‘Halynesra of Caifir, will you bless my life for however long it may be. To live with me as mine for however long you see fit?’ ‘Yes! I want to be yours!’ We both smiled widely as he squished me into his body. He let go enough to look at my face and tried to give me a kiss. I stopped him by covering his mouth with my hand. ‘No kisses til the wedding Ryn. You don’t want to spoil me now.’ He pulled me back into him with a squeeze and began to drag me away. We both laughed along as he took me away from the fields and into the thick woods. ‘Ryn? Where are you taking me?’ ‘To marry you obviously.’ ‘And how will we do that with no Elen House?’ ‘Patience, my bride.’ We talked, giggled, and kissed each other's cheeks as he led me further into the woods. ‘We’re here.’ I looked up at his words and found an old Elen House. It had vines and holes in the walls, but the open roof was still held high. The old intricate design of the metal work showed it’s shadow onto the ground. With my new found excitement I squeezed the boy's hand and pulled him further in the grand old building to the platform. We faced each other on top of the platform with smiling faces. ‘Now. I am Oteahryn Venkalyn, and I stand before Elen to grant me the blessing of marrying Halynesra. Give your power to honor me in making Halynesra of Caifir, Halynesra of Venkalyn.’ As he spoke he tied our interlocking hands together with our palms facing one another. ‘I am Halynesra and I stand before Elen to bless me with being one with my love, Oteahryn of Venkalyn. I shed our blood, for you to show us if this union is true.’ At my words I take one of my hair pins and unfold it to reveal a knife. I sliced both our wrists and watched as we bled onto the broken concrete.”

“Nesra! Are you sleeping?”

“No, I’m awake.”

   I think often of that day. Mostly about how I never saw him again, and how my mother had cut my hair that day. My hair I was once so proud of was taken from me. It has been twenty years since that day and my life has not gotten any easier. My mother had made it her goal for me to feel as ashamed as she is for having me. Though it’s not my fault I’m a ‘half breed’. You see, humans are a lowly race that had once roamed an entire continent. But because of their arrogance they practically wiped themselves out. They began moving and roaming the world for a new home. Unfortunately, everything they saw they thought was theirs to take. Somewhere during this time a member of my mom's family had mated with a human and brought into our family line human genes. Fortunately, I did not have a short life span. I did get the shortness of their body, and the rusty color of the hair they had. Even my eyes reflect the color of dirt. I am what my mother hates.

“You know if you keep zoning out like that you’ll be late.”

“I know, but no matter what mom will be mad. Thank you for looking out for me though.”

“Of course, bye Nesra.”

“Bye.”

   She had already run off before I spoke. Adjusting my basket in the crook of my elbow I flip my hood onto my head. The hood and cape that was gifted to me from my father. He had bought it when my mother cut my hair. His original plan was for me to hide my hair in the hood so I wouldn’t be embarrassed, but since mother keeps it so short I hide it so others won’t think I am a slave from another town.

“Nesra! Nesra, Honey! Come here!”

   The older woman came to me, almost making me drop my basket. She looked worried but also excited. I was confused as her shipment of clothes had already come in this week.

“What is it, Nona?”

“Royal guards. From our kingdom and another are on the way to your house!”

   My eyes widened. Mother will kill me if we have guests when I’m not there. I hand Nona my basket and run off into the fields to find the path in the woods I had made to make going home faster. With my loose garments held I picked up my speed and cuddled Nen closer to me. Coming up to the town bridge I see our kingdom's guard’s horses and others with colors and flags I do not recognize. A few men spot me running under the bridge and out the other side. I send a little wave as I pass but do not slow down. Taking the right path I had made so I will be behind my house by the time they arrive at my home. Hopefully by doing this it will seem that I was already home. Upon seeing my home I see my father getting off his horse. With happiness I skip by my back garden and race to my father. 

“Papa!”

“My Diamond!”

   With a smile my father caught me in his arms and brought me up twirling us both. We laugh as he slows and places me back on the ground. Looking at me with so much love he holds my face in his hands. 

“Oh my only girl, how beautiful you grow everyday.”

“And how strong you become since training with the King’s men.”

   Papa laughs and I take his horse’s reins and take the strong animal to the barn as father enters the home to greet mother. Before I could take the animal inside the barn the guards I had passed came running down my way. Getting closer they split and ran on either side of me. This makes my fathers horse nearly kick me as it bucked and tried to get away from the intimidating stallions. They stopped too close to me and the horse as I tried to calm him. 

“A bit jumpy the old mare is?”

“No, you scared her.”

“My apologies, Nesra.”

   A younger guard got off his horse and approached me. I remembered his face but not his name. We met when my father was invited to a guards dinner and brought me and mother along. 

“Please, forgive her nature and dress. Her father raised her to be a fighter, a strong woman. As for the hood she simply likes the style as she is too beautiful to be seen.”

   I blushed and tried to hide behind fathers horse. A few of the other guards laugh, whether or not it’s in mockery I do not know. Looking back up I try to apologize for snapping at guardsmen, but I was interrupted by a man still on his horse. 

“My apologies, Lady. We still have some young guards in training. They had gotten anxious with no activity, so I am apologizing for their thoughtlessness and your fear,”

“There is no need for an apology, except from me. I should not have been so quick with my tongue to such noblemen.”

“Your reaction was only necessary because of our mistake. Please allow one of us to finish your chore as we walk with you back to your home.”

   Before I could reply a younger unfamiliar guard wearing an insignia I don’t recognize gets off his horse. He gave me a small smile that held a sorrowful feeling as he gently took the reins. I stood there in surprise as he walked with the horse to the barn. When I looked at the other men I noticed that the ones closest to me had gotten off their horses to walk with me to my home. I began walking in silence as the guards fell into step with me. It was a short walk but it felt like I was walking on glass. Opening the front gate wider, since only my father passed through it I waited for the men to tie up the horses. I fix my hood and pet Nen as he pokes out his head. The front door had opened to reveal my mother inside. Seeing her I put my head down and listen as she greets the guards. 

“Welcome to our home. Who is it, we have the honor of hosting at our humble home.”

“Lady of Caifir?”

“Yes, that is me.”

“We have come a long way to find your family. We are guards of the Lovelui Dor Kingdom in the Land of Sidh.”

   There was a moment of pause in awe. The Land of Sidh was a strong and rich country. Their people rarely left the land for anything. The silence is broken when my father speaks up. 

“We may not have a lot of room inside but my daughter has quite the garden in the back.”

“That sounds lovely, Master Caifir, but we are only here to confirm and collect.”

“Oh and what do you plan on collecting from here?”

“Not what, my Lady, but who.”

“Well let us not waste your time then, follow me please.”

   Only the men who had gotten off the horses followed my father as me and mother followed. Going through the house I stop in the kitchen to pick up two big empty serving platters and two pitchers with a few cups. I walked in the back garden seeing my mom sitting in our garden chairs while my father was showing some of the men the garden. I continue my work as father brags about my vegetables and fruits. With both empty pitchers I move over to our well and begin to fill them both. I listen to the sloshing of water and the straining of the rope. The sound that has always calmed me while doing my chores.

“Does the Lady mind some help?”

   The guard from before had scared me, causing me to jump. Holding my hand to my heart I look up and smile kindly. He approached closer to stand on the other side of the well from me. 

“I only want to help.”

“You can help if you’d like, but I can do it on my own.”

“I do not doubt you, my Lady.”

“Please, call me Nesra. Everyone else does.”

“My rank does not allow me to address you any other way, but I will apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

   I nod as I pull up the first pitcher and set it on the edge of the well. I untie the pitcher and retie the rope to the second pitcher. As I lower the pitcher down in the well I speak to the guard. 

“I meant no disrespect to your heritage, I am just not used to such a title. It is one though I think I could get used to.”

“I suppose anyone could, yes. Speaking of heritage, may I ask about yours.”

   His question made me stop for a moment. I continued my work and tried to hide my surprise. 

“My apologies. I know your people have some views on certain types of your race.”

“No, you are fine. You are right. Some of us care about what or where we are from, or even what we have done.”

“Do you not?”

“No. My father taught me to be better than those who would look down on me.”

“Not that anyone would.”

   Father interrupted stepping up from behind the guard. I blushed at my fathers comment. He has always treated me like I was his most prized possession. A precious gem even. His diamond. My father asked if we had met each other properly. I only shook my head. 

“Well we can’t have that now. Nesra, this handsome guard is Venkalyn. Venkalyn, this is my only child Nesra.”

   I keep my head down as I give the man a small bow. I did not expect him to return it. 

“Let me carry a pitcher for you, surely your arm must be tired.”

   I blink out of my surprise and notice how long I had been holding the pitcher in its place, waiting to be untied. I only nodded shyly as he pulled the pitcher to his side of the well. Father had walked away to sit with mother and the other guards. Looking over I noticed that one of the guards had filled a platter with my fruits and vegetables as I had planned to do. When Venkalyn had untied the pitcher he moved to walk beside me as we both made our way to the group.

“Please forgive my men, they are used to not allowing women to serve them.”

“Because women are gifts.”

“How did you know?”

“Oh it, I was told that by an old friend of mine. He was very kind. I wish he could have stayed.”

“Were you close?”

“You could say that.”

   I smiled as we approached the group. Another guard stepped up to me and gently took the pitcher from my arms. I watched as he brought it to the front yard, most likely to the other guards. That is probably where my other platter had gone. My father cleared his throat bringing me out of my head. When I looked over and saw a few eyes on me making me blush.

“I was just telling these men about how talented of a gardener you are.”

“It’s not much.”

“It means more than you know.”

   I blush at Venkalyn’s words. Father and Nona had really been the only ones to give me compliments. I was not used to strangers giving me such kind words. 

“I would like to get down to business, Caifir.”

   Father looked at me and gestured to his hair. He wanted me to take off my hood. I could see my mother avoiding the area I stood as I tried to prepare myself. I did not like taking off my hood in front of others. They always treated me differently, like I was someone who had done wrong by the law and made a slave to others. Even if they had known me since childhood. Slowly I brought my hands to the rim of my hood and just as slowly pulled my hood back to lay on my back. Nen was still in my hood and hid in my hair that rested on my shoulders. I kept my eyes down as no doubt all eyes were on me, except for my mothers. 

“He was right, you are an amazing mix between Human and Elf.”

   I picked up my head in shock, seeing also that my father had done the same. Clearing his throat, father tried to speak calmly but could not hide his shock. 

“I thought you said you were looking for your Prince’s bride.”

“We are, the Prince is my brother. He is the only one able to succeed to the throne considering his marriage.”

“If it is his bride you are looking for then why in Elen are you looking here?”

   Normally I would be hurt by my mothers disregard for me but I was too shocked. Another kingdom coming all this way to look for their Prince’s wife. In such a peaceful manner too, well despite the scare earlier. 

“Lady Caifir, I believe it is your daughter that has married my young brother.”

“Impossible! This has to be a joke! She has never left our home I would know.”

“Indeed she never did, they married here. On sacred grounds in front of Elen themselves.”

   Quickly my mother stood up, knocking over the chair and standing in front of me. Before I could apologize she hit and shoved me away. As I landed onto the ground a small squeak sounded. Nen had also fallen and landed a few inches from me. Quickly I picked him up and sat up to cradle him. 

“What have you done behind my back! For how long had you been married, lying to us! How shameful are you, child!”

   Without thinking I held onto Nen closer to me but also gently, and then ran. I ran along the path leading into the woods. Running down the way I came, I ignored the shout and calls of my name. Feeling the tears fall from my face I reach the fork in the path and take the one I avoided when coming home. Along the path never stopping my pace I think about why my mother did what she did. She had never laid a hand on me in front of others. Always prided herself on her self control. After running for so long I found myself in the very place that was the reason for my mothers reaction. More vines and plants had grown in new places, and more pieces of stone had chipped away. The metal along with it’s beautiful designs had rusted and turned green with age. One day it will all fall down, becoming one with the planet as it once had been. This fact does not keep me from treating it with care. This place is special, and now I know my memories to be true. I find myself sitting in the middle upon the platform. This can’t be real. We were only kids, there is no way he actually thought we were married. Perhaps he simply wanted to see what the young girl he once knew had become. I sigh as I look down and check over Nen. Making sure his tiny legs could still move or if they hurt. Checking over to see if his skinny long body had been cut or bruised. Seeing that he was fine I cried again. 

“Oh Nen, I am so sorry. If you had been hurt I don’t know what I would have done.”

   He looked up at me as I held him close to my face. With quiet squeaks he licked away a tear and cuddled into my cheek. I smile sadly and set him down beside me so he could wander around. As he scurried away he would turn around every few feet to see me waiting for him. I watched as he ran around and under rocks. He fell dramatically in a small puddle and ran into a bush rolling around trying to dry off. His action made me giggle, making him look over at me. He sniffed in the air and walked around a corner I could not see. Before I could grow worried from his absence he came back trying to run with a bushel of berries he was dragging. I laughed at him as he did his best to make it back to me. He dropped the fruit at my feet and crawled up my feet sitting upon my lap. I scratched behind his ears and under his chin making him lean into my hand. When he was satisfied he crawled deeper into my lap as I picked up the fruit. I laid back on the stone platform and set the berries beside my chest so I could see Nen eat.

“You can have them, Nen. My mood for food has vanished completely.”

   After watching me lay down without eating a berry, Nen took one in his mouth, pulled it off the bushel and tried to put the berry in my mouth. Accepting his offer I gently take the berry in my hand and eat what was given to me. Satisfied he ate some himself. Once full he slowly walked over and cuddled into my neck. I yawned at this action and relaxed. A nap could not hurt.

When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at the park. You never saw your childhood “spouse” again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country… where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid.

Pure Love (Original story inspired by @writing-promts)

Summary: A young Ellen married her best friend when she was young. She finds out that the marriage is legally bounded. Can she really love the boy she only knew for a short time? Could he really love her? Or does he only want her to fill a role? 

Warnings: Verbal Abuse, Unloving Parent, Deceitful Parent, Manipulative Parent, Unconditional Love (like a lot, just cute pure love), Change in Environment, Adjusting to Change, A Hurt Animal, 

The Beginning 

Life with a Drysdale

Summary: You've been best friends with Ransom since college. You were an Art and English major, cause if your parents were sending you to get an education you might as well do what you enjoy. You were studying in the library and Ransom was trying to hook up with a blonde studying medicine. They entered your study room locking lip as you just took a bit of your burrito. The blonde was turned off, and Ransom suggested a threesome. He decided to hang around longer and talk to you, he enjoyed how uninterested in him you were. After that it became a habit, you studying in the same room and him coming by. Sometimes he had a girl with him sometimes it was a sleazy jock friend. Soon you became friends, enjoying each other's company and inviting each other to events. Ransom insisted on 'upcycling your style'. You were a hundred percent sure he had no idea what upcycling meant. Soon you went from sweet arty nerd to rich hot girl who can doodle. Your personality stayed, much to Ransom's liking, your style just became expensive. Years later, you still hang out and Ransom still hasn't been totally honest with you.

Warnings: super fluff, Ransom’s body (because it is a sin to look that good), mentions of playboy attitude, mentions of sex and intimacy, toxic family, (if any of these things bother you, please, do not interact)

I sat across from my best friend watching him take a drink as he watched me eat. He always complained about how spicy the food was that you ate.

"I don't understand how you eat that?" He was cringing as he talked, as if he could taste what you were eating.

"It's cause your white." I took a forkful of my food after my statement.

"You are white, sweetheart." Ransom's smug smirk played upon his face.

"I'm half white." I triumphantly spoke with a half-full mouth. The rest of our course and along with two others were silent. I didn't mind, a lot of dinners with Ransom were quiet. We both used it as a way to wind down and be ourselves. What bothered me was his staring. He had something on his mind that he wasn't telling me. Before our next meal could be served I spoke up.

"What's going on, Ransom? You seem quieter than usual." I couldn't help the slight pout that graced my lips.

"I'm actually really great. I'm for once happy." He had a blissed-out smile across his face. I chewed slowly trying to process the information I was receiving. I watched Ransom closely as I swallowed my food.

"Oh! Who is this lucky girl, then? Hmm? You’re only happy when little Ransom has found a new toy." Ransom laughed, a light-hearted chuckle at my words. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"First, she's not a girl. She's more like a woman. A very fine woman."

"Ooh! Ransom and a woman!" I wiped my mouth and scooted further up in my seat. I was eager to hear what Ransom had to say. He smiled again before talking.

"Second of all, I want a lot longer than a few rounds with her."

"That's asking a lot, Ransom."

"Not like that. I want, more. With her. I want more than a fling."

"Am I hearing this right? Does Hugh Ransom Drysdale, actually want a relationship? I have to know, spill." I sit forward and lean my head on my hand waiting to hear who Ransom's latest fascination was. Ransom stops looking in space to make eye contact with me. His face is now serious. My stomach drops at how serious he is being. So I wait till he talks, hoping it won't hurt my heart more.

"I want to try, y/n. I want what we have to grow, to be more with you. Y/N, I want you." I sighed tiredly.

"You've done this before, remember? I didn't believe you..."

"I'm serious, I was serious then too. I have loved you for so long, y/n"

"You said..."

"I know what I said, and it was a very stupid thing to say. You didn't believe me. So I said the first name that came to my head. I didn't want to lose you y/n." My eyes were watering but I didn't let them fall.

"I want to cry, but this make-up is very expensive." I tried to laugh away the tears. Ransom let out a laugh and joined me at my side. He held my hands in one hand and stroked my cheek with the other.

"You look just as good without it as much as you do with it." I shake my head and wiggle a hand out of his grip. I wipe my under-eye so I don't mess anything up and fan my eyes. I take my free hand and cup Ransom's cheek.

"I think we can make it work." Ransom chuckled along with me.

"How long do you think we'll last?" I pretend to think about my answer. He pulls my hands to bring my attention back to him.

"I'll guys us six months."

"And what if we last longer than that?"

"You really want this to work, don't you?" Ransom only smiled real big at me, making me laugh at his goofy expression. It was very rare for Ransom to smile genuinely.

"We last longer than six months, than marry me." I didn't know Ransom's smile could get any bigger, but it did. With both hands he grasps my face making me feel smaller than usual. Without delay, he smashed his lips into mine staring a bruising pace with my own.

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  Waking up in my usual place beside Ransom in our Wyoming King-sized bed. As usual, I wake up before Ransom. I also take the time to study his handsome features. Watching as his firm chest rises and lowers with every breath. I roll over and lay half my body across his and watch as he stirs from his sleep. I don't feel bad for waking him, cause now I can see his beautiful eyes as he flutters them open.

"Morning Sweetheart."

"Handsome." I lean as close as I can to him and nuzzle our noses together. I lean back on his shoulder and look at my hand resting on his sculpted face. A glimmer catches my eye as the morning sun sweeps across my hand.

"Ransom?"

"To be fair it's long overdue. You did say six months." He kissed my hand and paid attention to my ring finger. I smiled at his attention and pulled myself on top of him giving him kisses everywhere I could touch.

"I've been waiting."

"Of course you were." I kiss his lips and he kisses back harder. His kisses always left my lips feeling swollen and bruised. I loved his kisses. Ransom moved and pulled me over his body so I laid directly on top of him. He squeezed my body as he kissed me deeper. He moved my legs to straddle his hips and I remembered what we had planned today.

"It's your Grandad's birthday. I have to get my outfit ready." Ransom nibbled on my collar bone as his way of being frustrated with me.

"You'll look good in anything you wear, now come here." He pushed me closer to his body and licked up my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and a moan flows out my mouth.

"Ransom, I need to pull out my coat. Make sure it's all clean and looks good." It was hard to talk as Ransom assaulted my neck. It felt so good, my thinking was slowly escaping me. I let him have his fun till his hands wandered lower down my body. Placing both hands on his pecks, I give them a nice squeeze before pushing against him to sit up.

"Ransom, I need to get ready."

"Sweets, you will be fine. Grandad loves you."

"You don't know that, he could only tolerate me." I bounce on Ransom's torso and pout at the thought of not impressing his grandfather. I've been around his family plenty of times to know that they may smile and talk pretty but would feed you to the sharks without a second thought. Ransom gipped my hips and sat up with me, and gave my nose a kiss.

"He loves you. For heaven’s sake, he published your book! With your name on it!"

"I don't want to know how he did that, heaven knows your uncle would not have allowed him to give all royalties to me."

"He'll live, besides if I ever get cut off from my family fortune you'll be the source of money in this house."

"Guess that would make me your sugar momma." I laughed as Ransom gave me a heated gaze. With his hands still on my hips, he pushed my hips down into his own. Before I could moan he pushed his lips against mine, demanding attention. Every time his lips left mine I tried to talk. Every word that left my mouth ended in a muffle from Ransom's lips. Finally, he had enough and flipped me over my back so he lay above me. Trapped between the mattress and my now fiancé.

"Enough talk, honey. I want to have fun with my fiancé."

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  I was talking to Ransom's mother when she interrupted me and pointed to my hand. I instantly grew worried. She has never really been a big fan of mine. Mostly because 'going to school for art is such a waste', like sending Ransom to school wasn't a waste.

"When did this happen?"

"Um, this morning. I woke up with it on." I couldn't help the smile that etched upon my face. I loved Ransom, long before he confessed his love for me. Knowing him for so long I allowed him to make all the first moves.

"Oh ok, I thought I had missed something. I'm glad he decided on you, someone who knows the family past the riches." She took a sip from her drink as I tried to decide if she was being nice or backhanded. She opened her mouth again but instead loud and deep yelling was coming from the other room. Everyone was looking in the direction of the noise. Where the noise was coming from became clear when the door to the noise was thrusted open. Ransom stormed across the hall to the front door, ignoring everyone else in the house.

"Excuse me," I muttered to my future mother-in-law and shuffled my way to the front door collecting my coat and Ransom's scarf. Before shutting the door behind me I waved bye to my cousin Mara. Looking out to the silver BMW I see Ransom's back marching towards the classic car. I huffed and took off my heels and quickly walked across the gravel driveway. Thank the heavens for my poor upbringing and callused feet.

"Ransom, what happened? What's wrong?" Without a word, he opens the driver’s side door and takes everything from my arms, and tosses them haphazardly in the car.

"Hey, talk to me." Silence as he grabs hold of my arm and directed me into the passenger seat through the driver’s side. To say I was getting frustrated with him was an understatement. Once I was clear of the driver's seat Ransom climbed into the car started it and drove off before I could even get my seatbelt on. His driving was angry and jerky, turning my stomach inside out.

"Ransom, you better pull over right now and talk to me before I lose my mind!" He slows down at a steady rate and parks the car on the side of the road. Once in park, he unbuckles and then unhooks my belt. When we were both free of restrictions he pulled me into his lap. His hands grabbing and holding onto me. His lips were all over my skin, groaning when he met fabric instead of skin. He tried unzipping my dress but ended up getting it stuck and ripping a bit of the fabric. Ransom let out a loud frustrated groan and gripped my thighs. I hissed at Ransom's grip and pulled away from him.

"Ransom, baby. I know you need to release stress but we can't be as rough as we usually are. You'll hurt the baby." He immediately pouted and rubbed his hands softly over my thighs.

"No, no, no baby. I could never hurt you." I released a soft laugh.

"Not me baby, The Baby." I removed his hands from my thighs to lay them on my stomach. Despite him talking about having a little Ransom walking around the house, you were still nervous. You were not a hundred percent sure if he really wanted that life. Even though your heart swooned at the idea of Dad Ransom. He moved one hand to my face and pushed our lips together. As he gave my face multiple kisses he left one hand on my stomach.

"My baby is having my baby." He sounded so proud and happy it made you feel so dang emotional.

"Your gonna make me cry, and I was horny literally a second ago." I laughed as Ransom began trying to take off my dress again. Yes, he screwed me in his car at the side of the road, but he was so loving and soft about it. I didn't even care when something would dig into my skin that wasn't Ransom. It was a night I would think about for a long time to come. I love my life with Ransom, and I'm glad he wanted me. To share his life with me, and now to bring in a new life.

Dividers/Banners

Free for use, drawn by me, (any ideas for new ones just ask, will be adding more as i go)

Aemond Targaryen x Dragon!Reader

Inspired by @aemondsprincesss

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Headcanons I see in the series

These are not canonical ideas, just some thoughts I've had about the series. These are just some things I personally see Dragon!Reader doing.

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Dragon!Reader and Heleana

Dragon!Reader and Heleana playing in the gardens together, usually leading to you being pulled away from the flower beds. (Dragon!Reader blames the tasty animals for hiding there)

Dragon!Reader always taking apart ever flower, peice by piece, that Heleana gives them. Dragon!Reader does not understand why Heleana likes the flowers so much but they enjoy playing the piles of petals with her. (Aemond enjoys watching the two play together)

Dragon!Reader and Heleana spending the night with each other for the first (and last) time, the peaceful time they spent together was fleeting. Aemond did not need to be told something was wrong, he merely felt it (along with the rumbling of Vagnar's growls). Upon entering the room he noticed the mess Dragon!Reader had made (looking closer he saw it was only Aegon's things), and Alicent holding her head in her hands and Heleana holding her children's toys.

Dragon!Reader and Heleana being able to have supervised sleep overs

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Aemond Struggling

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader why they need to wear and keep clothes on their body

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader what they can and can not eat (I don't think they will ever understand why they can't eat live animals)

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader why they can not eat/burn Aegon alive (they have their reasons for wanting to, don't question it)

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader about art, he wants to be able to properly document them into history as his gift from the gods (totally not self-indulgent on his part, its for history)

Aemond successfully teaching Dragon!Reader High Valareyan, but reader also learning how to curse people (mainly Aegon)

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Dragon!Reader not liking Aegon

Don't talk about Aegon to Dragon!Reader, they will light something/anything on fire (momma Vagnar is a proud momma)

Aegon's things are frequently burned or just missing (when he asks about said items no one can help him)

Alicent once watched Dragon!Reader run through the hall with Aegon's favorite fur blanket only to never see it again

Aemond finally finding a species of bird Dragon!Reader will not eat and gifting said bird to Heleana, Dragon!Reader being very firm that Aegon was not allowed near the bird it was Helean's only (Dragon!Reader trying to guard bird through the night)

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Aemond x Depressed!Reader

Part two Part three

• Parents and Measters recognizing readers' melancholy personality at a young age

• Doing their best to care for reader without making them worse

• Parents loving reader without fail

• Parents crying because reader tried to show affection

"John! John!"

Lady Meraider shouted across the room as she interrupted her husband's meeting. Lord Meraider turned to face his wife with swift panic. Only to see a smile accompanied with tears. Lady Meraider practically fell into her lord husband's arms. She laughed through hiccups as Lord Meraider held her. She finally gained composer and loosened her grip on her husband.

"What is it my love? Why are your emotions out of control?"

"It's y/n, "

"Are they alright?!"

"Yes, yes! Everything is perfect!"

"Then what has happened?"

"I was talking with her Septa, about how her studies were going. And while we were talking y/n came into the room, all quiet as usual."

Lady Meraider gave way to tears again. Lord Meraider wiped her tears so she could continue.

"Y/N came in and decided she wanted a cuddle, it only lasted a minute or so before she left again, but Husband. She cuddled me of her own will!"

Thus time Lord Meraider gave way to tears along with his wife.

• Readers parents having high hopes for when they come of age

• Their daughter is wonderful who could not love her their special baby after all, all her peers enjoy her company, and many of them being males

• Parents already giving grand plans for thier daughters wedding

• Depressed!Daughter peers not liking/shaming them first their dreary disposition

• Daughters peers not liking that despite her constant sadness males are willing to try for her (they don't try too hard though)

• The mothers disappointment and the fathers anger when others flat out reject their daughter

Lord Meraider tossed his cutlery across his plate as he watched another lords daughter cut into his daughters dance. Only to see the boy agree to the other girl. The Meraider daughter doesn't look upset to the untrained eye, but her parents knew. They knew that they would both have to sleep that evening knowing their daughter would cry that night. Especially since this was the third dance she had been jilted.

"Fools, all of them. They should be grateful I even invited them here."

"I know husband, I know."

Both parents sigh as they watched their daughter gracefully leave the dance floor without causing a scene.

"Once day, I promise you wife. Our daughter may appear the be prey to these harlets, but she has a fire. I've seen it in her eyes. She will outshine them all."

• Lord Meraider sending his daughter to his brothers for a possible marriage pact

• Daughter not knowing who the marriage pact is with (if she knew she would not show)

• Reader helping her cousins get ready rather than herself, said cousins, having to heavily persuade reader to let them doll her up

• (Emerald or black dress) the dress readers cousins had made specifically for her

• Reader doesn't meet cousins potential betrothed, but he does see her

• Reader waits with her cousins in line from oldest to youngest while the potential husband arrives

A great storm begins to brew as the Baratheon's wait for their guest. All wait with excited nerves and cautious brains. All but one, the one who is unaware of who the guest really is. The storm rumbles through the keep, shaking windows, and the inhabitants' hearts. With a crash of lightning, another sound of thunder echoed about, only this one was different. It shook fear into the patient inhabitants, causing a few to gasp and jump in their place. Non but one recognized the sound.

"What was that?"

"Sounded like a Demon, or some monster."

"Stop trying to scare your sister!"

"It was just thunder."

The sound echoed again, but this time ahead of the thunder. With the sound of nature accompanying the ferocious entity it made the sound it emitted lounder than before. The inhabitants of the keep looked to the ceiling as the metal fixtures shook with the terrifying sound.

"That's not thunder."

The fear inside the room grew in an immense measure. The suitor was here.

• Reader stood with her cousins, she was just as nervous but was better put together from a strangers eye view

• The cousins had taken a step back leaving Depressed!Reader to be front and center

• When the daughters notice the distance between them and their cousins, they try to pull her back to them only for the prince's voice to stop them in their tracks

"It appears I have been mislead. Should I translate this to you trying to deceive the crown?"

The prince's voice echoed through the grand hall. The lord of the keep scoffed.

"You think I would purposely offend the brother of the crown? My prince, please tell what has offended you so that I may correct it?"

The prince let's a hum vibrate from him. As if in deep thought, he looks to the young woman. They girls reach for the one closest to the one eyed prince. There was only four children of the lord, yet he was seeing five young woman. Unbeknownst to them he had remembered and recognized one of them. One he had missed for a time.

"I seem to recall you only having four daughters. Why do I see five young woman in my presence?"

The lord did his best to not laugh. It was a simple mistake. One that could have been avoided if his forerunner had done his job.

"My apologies, my prince. Let me clear up any confusion."

• The lord introduced each of his daughters from eldest to youngest, each one avoided eye contact with the prince

• When his eye settled on the one he remembered, he caught her eyes on him before she gave him a deep bow

• The prince watched her as she was introduced, she stirred something from within him

• The lord suggested a dinner to be held to welcome the prince and his decision

• The prince had decided he would make his decision before the end of the night despite the lord wanting him to know the young lady's

"I will marry the sweetest one." Announced the prince as he removed himself from the dinner chair

• The lady's lined up, ready to wish the prince good rest, they were confused as the prince lingered

• The prince and lord shared a look as if to know what the other intended to do

"Just a kiss is all I ask, just one from each of you. I only ask for the sweetest one to be my wife." The prince stated before approaching the daughter closest to him. Each one shocked by the searching kiss from the prince. Each squeak from his daughters made the Lord worried and fearful. Worried for how his daughters will feel after the invasive proposition and fearful of the prince being displeased.

• When the prince kissed the reader, her whimper was the lowest in noise, nearly nonexistent compared to her cousins

• Their kiss lasted the longest, and the prince allowed his lips to move along

• Not to mention, he continued the kiss after the reader layed her hand on his forearm, he had immediately removed himself when one of her cousins had touched him

• The prince detached himself with a hum watching a readers eyes fluttered open

After a pause of watching the prince hold and stare down his niece, the lord spoke. "Has a decision been made, my prince? Have my daughters or niece met your standards?" Again the prince hummed, this time from deep within his throat. "Sweet." Was all the prince had said before exiting the dining hall.

Very self-indulgent this is. Thinking about fleshing this out into a full story. Depending on how motivated I am, this may or may not happen. Will most likely turn into an oc x Aemond instead of an x reader.

The Devil's Ángel

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"Are you sure it's a good idea for me to come down?"

"Of course, mi ángel, besides, I haven't seen my niñito yet."

"Ok Hiram, I'll see you soon. Te quiero."

"Te quiero, mi ángel."

Yes, I am in a relationship with Hiram Lodge. Yes, Harmine knows about me, Veronica, too. The family has accepted me as Hiram's girlfriend, but now he has asked me to come live in Riverdale with him.

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"Oh mi ángel, I've missed you." Hiram hugs me and kisses my hair line.

"I've missed you too." His eyes rest on the baby carrier.

"Is he awake?"

"Last I checked, no, but you can still see him." Hiram opens the carrier softly and just stares in awe.

"He has your eyes, ángel." I hug his waist, and he hugs me back.

"I was thinking he looked alot like you."

"What did you decide his name would be?"

"Ronnie Hiram Lodge."

"Beautiful."

"Anna, what a surprise. Hiram didn't tell me you were visiting." Hiram moves to hold my hand in his.

"Actually, I had asked Anna to move here." The look he was giving Harmine clearly said it was no debatable.

"Oh well, I'm sure Veronica will be enjoying your company."

"Speaking of, do you mind picking her up after school?"

"I don't want to intrude Hiram."

"Nonsense ángel, besides me and Harmine have a previous engagement."

"Okay Hiram."

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I waited outside Veronica's school deciding to surprise her instead. When I see her I wave and she waves back. She walks over with her friends.

"Anna, what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry I didn't call, I wanted to surprise you. I even have a surprise for you."

"Oh, is it expensive?" I laugh and open the rear car door.

"Yes, he is." Veronica gasps and awes.

"You can hold him V." She picks him up and cradles him. I turn to her friends and introduce myself.

"I'm Anna."

"Archie."

"Betty."

"Jughead."

"Pleasure to meet you all. Oh, and this is Ronnie."

"Oh Anna, you shouldn't have." We talk for abit and decide on going to a nice little diner.

"Oh, I love this."

"I knew you would." We sit at a booth with Archie, V, and me on one side. Jughead and Betty were on the other side with Ronnie in Betty's lap.

"He's so gorgeous."

"Thank you, Betty."

"Now, I'm curious. Who's the father?" I hesitate, not knowing what to say. V slaps Archie's arm, and Jughead and Betty pay closer attention to Ronnie.

"You don't have to answer that Anna."

"It's fine, though I'm sure you all know the answer already." I look around and see there faces. They definitely know. Betty speaks first.

"We don't want to come off as judgy, but V loves you so we do to right guys." She looks to the boys and they nod agreeing.

"That's very kind of you, I wouldn't want to ruin your group V."

"Anna you could never." We finish lunch and I take V home.

"I'm sorry again for Archie."

"V it's okay, I get it. The boy is pretty but he's not all there." We laugh as we enter the apartment.

"Miss Lodge, and Miss Heart it's good to see you."

"Andre, good to see you too."

"My girls, and boy." Hiram reaches us kissing V's head and picking up Ronnie.

"Your apartment is right beside ours."

"Oh Hiram, you didn't have to. I could settle for a little home in the suburbs."

"But I want you close to me ángel." I can see this comment makes V uncomfortable.

"Let's go put Ronnie to sleep. I had a great time with you V." I kiss V's cheek as we depart.

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In the apartment Hiram is rocking Ronnie to sleep as I prepare for bed.

"Ángel, are you okay?"

"I am, I just. That comment you made downstairs made Veronica uncomfortable. I mean, can you imagine how it feels when your dad is bringing his girlfriend home." He had set Ronnie in his crib and came behind me to hold me.

"It's ok, Mia will understand." I turn in his arms.

"She shouldn't have to Hiram. I'm the girlfriend, I should be the one keeping my distance." Hiram holds my hand in his hands and looks into my eyes.

"I don't want that anymore. I want you in my life, ángel. I want us to be a family."

"You have a family Hiram."

"Who says can't have both?"

"What are you doing to me Hiram?"

"It's alright, now let's get to bed. We know you need the rest."

Two Hunters, One Angel, and a Cuttlefish

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Being a mermaid is okay. We can't do what we used to anymore, but it's okay. The angels still keep in touch, so that is good. We are dying, though. So, being the only friend to the Angels, they gave us a gift. We can now live on land and in our true home, the water. I am so thankful for this gift, but they will never know. We hardly see them anymore. I wonder what happened to our friends. One day, Castiel came to visit. Excited, I dragged him into the water with me. His friends he had with him were so scared calling for him and freaking out. Eventually, we resurfaced, and the two men had very perplexed expressions.

"Sam, Dean, this my friend Calypso. Calypso, Sam and Dean." Sam says hi and Dean just nods.

"Why don't we talk on the dock?"

"Good idea, Cas." While you swam to the dock, Dean and Sam talk to Cas about what is going on.

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"I don't mean to be rude, but are you wearing any...?"

"Clothes? No, hehe. What would I need clothes for? I'm in the water." This statement cause Sam to stutter and clear his throat. Dean just smiles awkwardly. After them visiting me, I got into trouble. This causes them to take care of me in the meantime. They found me injured on the shore.

"Calypso, you okay?"

"Oh Cassie it hurts. I don't know what it was. I have never seen a creature like that before."

"It's okay, can you transform in this state?"

"Yes. I can do my best." After transforming Castiel carried you away. Sam and Dean then noticed that you were naked.

"I need to prepare a few things for Calypso at the bunker." Sam caught on and put his jacket around me. He then takes Castiel's place in holding me. Cas then dissapeares to the bunker.

"I like when he does that."

"What? Why?"

"Because I can see his wings."

"Interesting." At the bunker Cas had made a room for me. It was the room with the biggest bathtub.

"Thank you Cassie!" Cas takes care my wounds and let's me rest. While I rest the boys talk.

"So she's a mermaid. And you guys gave them the power to transform from fish to human."

"Not exactly, but yes."

"So what do with her?"

"Take care of her."

"Excuse me what? No I'm no babysitter."

"Dean it's not babysitting."

"Dean, she has no one. The rest of her kind had gone into hiding or died. She has no family left." "What is she to you anyways?"

"I have known her since she was a mer-pup or infant if you will. Angel's and mermaids are very close. They are the only creatures we share our secrets with."

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After weeks of caring for me, Sam and Dean have grown attached. They are now used to my sudden 'hug attacks,' as Dean calls them. Sam calls me 'his lil cuddle fish'. I like to cuddle, especially before bed.

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Jughead and His Creepy Girl

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For so long now I've been coming to your rescue

(Got me thinking I'll get you)

Whatever she asks I'm there. If she needs help in ready, just needs company, already there. She doesn't understand.

And I'm serious when I say I'm over it, I'm over it

(And your fucking lies)

I can't have her, and she knows that. So why do we play this game. God, she's here to-night.

That you'll stick around

Stay on my side of town

She doesn't belong here, but damn does she look good. I'm doing it again aren't I. She starts dancing with Toni. Damnit I am. Here we go.

Now I'm covered in blood

And I'm feeding off your pretty little lies

I can't be doing this. I have girlfriend. God she is amazing though. This feels so right and normal. She keeps saying how okay this is. I can't seem to disagree.

For once why can't you just come and chase me

Dig up my grave and save my body

She trying to leave again. Why won't she stay? It's just us, and no one else. Just stay the night just once.

Now I'm rotting to the bone

But my heart's still beating

Hoping you won't leave me

She says I have to leave Betty if I want her to stay. I dont want her to leave, and I don't want to hurt Betty.

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

We get along in every aspect of our lives. I have never have a bad time with her around. Yes we fight, but that just it. Our fights lead to something more.

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

She is so convincing. I want to believe her. Heck I almost do, but I can't do that to Betty.

Now you're risking it all

For some creepy girl

I haven't seen Betty all day, but Anna is here. She has been with me all day it's not bad, everyone knows we're friends.

With a blacked-out rage that'll cast a spell

Don't tempt her, she's got those evil eyes

While working on a new article with Anna for the Blue&Gold I got a little carried away. Betty and Veronica came in and saw us. When they turn to leave I call out to Betty and turn to follow after them. Jughead!

Now you're risking it all for some pin-up doll

If she just let's me talk to her. "No Jughead!"

Who drinks in the AM, fucks in the PM

Treats all the boys like she don't need 'em

"She doesn't love you like I do!" "How do you know?" "She only loves you because she couldn't have Archie!" God she is a goddess when she is angry.

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

I have to have her right now. Let me have you. "Jughead are you listening to me!" I'm sorry Betty, but I need her.

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

"If you are going to look at me like that, you better act on it." "Do you really want me to? Right here?" "You can try, baby."

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

I go in for her neck, she let's me in. In the middle of room we battle each other. Ignorant of the world around us.

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

With her sitting on the desk legs around my waist. I feel so comfortable here, like home. "Don't leave me Jughead." "Why would I do that?" "Good."

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

Archie and Veronica come back to the room as we start to leave. "What the hell dude." "I thought you were better Jug." Anna smiles holding onto my neck. "I will be outside." God she is so seductive. "Slut" "Face it doll. You're me, just rich." "Anna. Go wait outside."

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

"How did it go?" "Are you really asking?" "Not really." God damn she is lucky she's hot. "Hey, I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere." "Why is that?" "Because you are amazing, at...well everything. And I want you all to myself."

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Faerie!Reader x Targareyn Family

• Reader and Heleana being born twins, reader being the younger

• Heleana being born a dragon dreamer and reader being born a fae dragon

• Being born more fae than dragon, meaning your fire burns bright but not as hot

• Heleana not liking to be touched but never not holding reader

"My sweet girl, let your sister eat. She will not go anywhere, I promise."

"She will die without love, mother."

Alicent sighed, Heleana always said the same thing when her twin sister was brought up. As a mother she loved how close her daughters were to one another. As her children's protector she wanted them to be able live without the other before they are force to leave each other.

• Aegon not understanding his sister's but being their secret protector

Aegon couldn't sleep. Those little girls were evil he was sure of it. Heleana had accidentally scared a young girl with her bugs. Though Heleana did not know what she had done, she apologized with reader's help. Instead the girl took to name calling and picking on his sisters. Even going as far as to desuede a young boy from approaching the younger twin. Aegon stopped his pacing. He knew just how to get back at the unruly girl. The next morrow Aegon stood proudly as the rude young girl was crying over her wine covered gown. He had even convinced her to drink a glass or two before her ruined her gown. Thus lead to her parents scolding her for indulging in her cups.

• Aemond being dutiful to his sisters, walking them to and from studies and activities, walking through doors first so as to combat an attack, pulling out their chairs so they can sit comfortably

• Otto finally separating the twins when they each start their monthly blood

• Alicent, Aegon, and Aemond having to endure the heartbreaking cries from the twins

• Fae reader having such a small dragon they are considered without a dragon

Viserys feeling bad for his daughter as she blissfully trained with her tiny dragon. He could hear Otto's disapproval in his daughter, mumbling to his wife causing her to breath heavy. Viserys shakes his head to dislodge the negative thought. He was here to watch his children and there dragons. Aegon and Aemond spoke Valaryen with ease and perfect accent. Each word that was spoken clearly was given praise by his youngest daughter. She would give praise along with the chirps and purrs of her little dragon. The twins ended up sitting age snuggling with their dragons as the boys trained. Viserys often called his youngest daughter 'Faerie Targareyn' he thought it suited her very well. Not to mention how well she fit into the deceptions of his dreams. Dreams that started when he first became king. Dreams about the most enchanting creature, one who can mend broken thread, a creature who calm raging beasts, but also devour its enemies whole. He saw that creature in reader.

• Aegon not knowing if he lusts for you or just in general loves you

• Heleana spending every moment she can with her sister

• Aemond protecting his sisters with all he has

• Viserys telling his children stories because reader asked him to

• Alicent trying to do her children's hair only to find out how picky they are

• Jace talking to reader in Valaryen, cause that how her and her sister learned

• Luce helping reader and Heleana pick flowers for there moms

• Nyra seeing the dragon blood in reader therfore thanking the gods that Hightower blood wasn't too strong in her half siblings

• Deamon enjoyed his time feeding the dragons with reader, he found it pleasing to know that a gentle creature like her didn't flinch nor cry knowing another being had to die for another

• Otto being the only person who did not like reader, and viscera

Alicent struggled to carry reader as she hung limply in her arms.

"I don't understand you, my fae. It's just your grandfather."

"The ugly evil wasp does not help the rose grow."

"My sweet girl that does not help mum."

"It will." Heleana skipped ahead of her mother to join Luce. Alicent knew she shouldn't have mentioned her father. She looked down at her limp daughter know the scolding she will get for raising such a spoiled girl.

"If I didn't know better I'd say my little fae has died in my arms." Without getting a reaction Alicent leans on the wall and adjusts her grip. With a huff she begins tickling her daughter. Two breaths pass before her light but loud laughter fills the hall.

"Look at this a miracle! My little fae is alive and well." Alicent laughs with her daughter to they both need breath.

Hunter!Reader x Daryl Dixon

• Being very similar in personality to Daryl but a crap tracker.

• Despite being (insert age) you two got along.

• Like, you both suck at expressing yourselves and don't understand how you two are even liked by people.

• You were both with the group from the beginning.

• While Daryl and his brother were busy being avoided and down right unpleasant, you were under watch by Shane or Dale, 24/7.

• You were considered dangerous, too yourself.

• Unlike Daryl, you couldn't stand to sit still, you didn't know why the world ended before you even decided to ask a doctor for some tests.

• Unlike Daryl, who had a crappy childhood, yours was pleasant.

• Except for the constant nagging of aunts and strangers who "just can't understand why you won't sit still".

• The constant doubting in the both of your guys heads allowed you to bond while at the C.D.C.

• Both drunk and wobbly you began to chatting, which turned into talking,

"What's the deal between you and Shane?"

"I'm not squinting cause I'm confused, I'm trying to convey that I'm suspicious."

"You're really fuckn weird, ya know that?"

"I've heard worse."

• Daryl was confused on why he became protective of you, but he did and he decided to not stop, someone needed to be there for you.

• After the C.D.C. you were always by Daryl, Shane was annoying by always hanging around acting like you were gonna explode.

"Get on out of here, man. No one needs you up their ass."

• To say you got platonic heart eye for Daryl on that moment would be an understatement.

• When Sophia went missing, everytime Daryl left looking for him you were close behind.

"Go to sleep, not like your helping me much."

"You still need someone to cover your back. Besides, I'm a great shot."

"Your a good shot, don't be gettin' cocky."

• When you met the Greens you stayed especially close to your now favorite person.

• When asked about why you clung to him as of late you just said you enjoyed being around him.

• When Daryl asked, you told him you 'didn't feel right, like something is wrong'. He responded by telling you to stay close.

• Of course the one day you leave his side he gets bucked off a horse and shot.

• When he woke he was very grumpy, naturally.

• You laughed at him when tried to yell at you to leave him alone.

"You really are nuts aren't ya."

"If I wasn't you wouldn't like me."

• Being his reminder to keep his cuts and wounds clean, while he had to be yours.

• Neither of you take care of yourselves but you take care of each other.

• Sharing a tent with him.

• Being able to dress and undress around Daryl, but not being able to roll up your sleeves around others.

• Being a silent shoulder for Carol, since you only know how to bond the way you do with Daryl.

• Carol telling you jokes so you laugh more, even if you just smile and hide your face.

• You and Daryl silently watching Shane as he lies to Rick.

"You see what I see, right?"

"Mnhm."

"Just checkin'."

• Ready to throw down with Shane when he implies Daryl is searching for nothing.

Dividers/Banners

Free for use, drawn by me, (any ideas for new ones just ask, will be adding more as i go)

Knives Out

Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale

Riverdale

Hiram's Family Part 2

Jughead's Creepy Girl

Supernatural

A Cuttlefish in the Bunker

The Arrow

The New Mrs. Merlyn

The Walking Dead

Daryl's Best Friend

House of the Dragon

Aemond's Sad Wife Part 2 Part 3

Aemond's Dragon

Targaryen Faerie

Original Stories

Pure Love

Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn II

Part one Part three

• Reader being kept up all night thinking about her kiss with the prince, it wasn't there first kiss but was the first kiss that felt real

• Reader finally falling asleep to what they thought was thunder but is really Vagnar purring

• Prince Aemond wanting to breakfast with reader in private, him having to settle for only a few hours alone with them

"I can not in good faith leave you alone with her. She may be my blood but I have no say over her."

"Her parents sent in hopes of her to be betrothed, no? And you're telling me I can't eat alone with my wife."

"She is not your wife yet."

The lords angry statement led him into a glare off with the prince. A position one would never want to be in. 'Glaring at a prince.' The lord thought. 'I could be killed and no one would bat an eye.' Thankfully the lord saw reason and looked away from the prince. With a sigh the lord tried to articulate his own words.

"I only meant, that my niece is very important to our house. She may not seem important to her peers as I'm sure you know."

The prince hummed in agreement. He had heard the whispers and disrespectful to the lords only niece. He remebers pig nosed little girls tripping the young doe as she walked down the Red Keep. He remebers how she was mocked for not standing up for herself, and apologizing when it was unnecessary. He remembers how sweet she tasted when he had kissed her. He remembers how he couldn't sleep since he had reacquainted himself with her. He remembers how he was going to choose her the moment he saw her, for she was unforgettable.

"I know of my bride to be, and I know of her strengths."

The lord let out a sigh. He knows he can't deny his highness, but he also can't put his niece in harms way.

"I can give you a private room to breakfast with my niece. This does not mean none will seek you out. My niece is very much loved."

• It taking the prince five minutes to convince reader it was with permission that they are breaking fast together

• Aemond watching reader shyly eats the sweets he had plated for her

• Sweet was all the prince could think of as he watched her lick the sweet sugar of her lips

"Do you have a particular sweet you enjoy most?"

Aemond's betrothed slows her chew to hide her blush behind her hands. Red creeped upon her cheeks as she thought of an answer to give the prince. Aemond thought the color adorning her cheeks was very fitting considering where she will reside after the issue of who will sit on the throne passes.

• Aemond manages to talk to reader about what she is expecting from their marriage, the prince not expecting reader to talk about doing her duty and anything else he may ask of her

• Before he could assure his betrothed of her position in his life her eldest cousin came looking for her in hopes to help her ready for a warm bath

• Aemond wandering close to the living quarters as to not miss being around reader

• When reader is finally done with her bath Prince Aemond happened to be down the hall from her room when she exited her chambers

• The prince and reader freezing when they see each other

• Caught in each other's gaze, unknowing in what the other thinks (hint, hint, they are thinking about what the other could be thinking)

• The cousins were quick to talk about it

"Did you see?"

"Calm down, or she will hear you. We don't want her to retreat into herself again."

"Talking aout how our cousin is swooning the Prince are we."

"He's more receptive than I thought. Ow! Don't hit me!"

"Don't insult the Prince."

"They are across the keep neither will hear."

"Stop getting off topic! Our cousin is winning herself a Prince!"

"Are you really surprised? She's a gem compared to all. Even we don't shine in her presence."

"A shame it's the one eyed Prince who finally fell for her charms."

"Sister! Out of all the Prince's at least he is honorable."

"That is true. The one half of his face is pleasant to look at, so no doubt our cousin thinks he is Devine!"

The girls fall into a fit of giggles that can be heard down the hallway where the Prince and his betrothed were walking.

• The Lord of house invited his court together to discuss the terms sent by the Prince's brother, the now King

• Being the dutiful Prince he is Aemond stayed close to his betrothed, keeping her company and conversation

• Those in attendance did their best to pay attention, but the sound of soft murmuring and a not so terrifying smirk from the Prince and his betrothed seemed to enthrall all

5 Years to Grieve, 5 Years to Love

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Summary: 5 years, 5 years is how long we've lived without my brother and father. Now my brother is home and I couldn't be happier, after all we're twins. But he has secrets, things he won't tell us. I want to make his transition into home life better so I give him his space, and hopefully I can keep my secret safe.

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"No don't go, stay." I roll over away from the sunlight and face the man I have fallen for.

"I wish I could, but I've been gone all day and night. I'm sure Ollie is missing me, Thea, too." I draw unseen images upon his bare chest.

"Fine leave me all alone." I'm dramatically pushed as my lover rolls away from my touch. I giggle at his theatrics. Worming my way back to his front I nuzzle into his neck.

"Oh, Malcolm. What will I do with you." He moves his head away from mine, but before I can pout he gives my nose a light kiss.

"Love me."

"Unconditionally." Is my response.

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I made it home before anyone else, well except Walter. He decided to visit our home before Mom came. Only for me to see his gift for her behind his back. I wink at him in understanding so he knows I won't tell Mom. Prepping my face and body for the day, I find the perfect clothes and make my way downstairs. I find Tommy and the whole family in the foyer.

"Sweetie you made it home. How was your night?" Mom asked as she gave me a hug and forehead kiss.

"I'm sorry, I got busy." I told her honestly, my original plan was a short visit to see my 'friend'. Tommy hits Ollie's shoulder announcing he was going to talk.

"Oh yes busy, who you were so invested in conversation."

"At least I have friends outside of family." He fakes pain and holds his chest.

"Ow, dang. You don't have to go so hard." I couldn't help my giggle at seeing his theatrics.

"You're such a dork."

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Tommy made plans for Oliver and says I absolutely, have to go. At least my inability to socialize will be something that hasn't changed for Oliver. Before we could leave mom tells me that my flowers were delivered.

"Oh, yes! Thank you! Would it be a problem to have someone put them in my room for me?"

"Of course, sweetie. They are already on the way." I quickly ran up and kissed her on her cheek. Then made my way out the door to meet Oliver in Tommy's car. As soon as I was in the car Tommy waved to our mom and drove straight to town. As he drove he explained to Oliver all that he missed. I had the impression that Oliver wasn't too interested in what Tommy was talking about. So I gave him my hand over his right shoulder so Tommy wouldn't see. But then he noticed the silence.

"Are you two doing your twin telephone thing? Cause I'm feeling left out."

"It's telepathy, Tommy." He made a mocking face at me through his rear mirror.

"It's annoying. Come on talk! You've been gone for five years be curious, be excited, something please." There was only a short pause before Oliver spoke again.

"So who is this mystery man of yours?"

"Ah, you see Ollie. That is the million-dollar question. No one knows and she won't answer." Tommy spoke for me making the situation sound worse than it was.

"Is that so?" Oliver squeezed my hand making me look at the side of his face.

"I'm not being selfish, trust me, Ollie. It's better if no one knows." I had to stop myself from mumbling.

"It's ok, tell me when you're ready." My twin rubbed my hand soothing my worry about him thinking the worst.

"See Tommy, that's how you're supposed to react."

"Now that's not fair he can read your mind." Oliver asked Tommy to stop at our father's old factory.

"I don't know why you want to be here Ollie, it's depressing." I felt the same way as Tommy, but not for the same reason. The last time I was here my father was alive.

"I wanted to see something familiar." Before I could comfort Oliver a van pulled up and a stinging sensation shot through my neck. My surroundings quickly turned to black, and my hearing dulled into silence.

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I woke up to me and someone laying down beside me. There were deep voices saying words I couldn't make out. Along with the voices popping and grunting could be heard. My vision cleared enough to see Oliver's blonde hair. He was away from me sitting up. Dark figures surrounded him, hurting him in some way as his head would move in quick motions. I can't get anything out of it as my vision fails me. I fall back into the darkness only to wake up in my living room. Mom cradling my head, Thea holding my legs, and Ollie sitting in front of me.

"My everything hurts, what happened." I groaned hearing how raspy my voice became. Ollie held a glass of water for me. I smiled at the bendy straw.

"You were kidnapped sweetie, and the tranquilizer they used had Detomidine." Mom answered me as I sipped from my bendy straw.

"Ew" I heard Tommy's voice from behind my Mom and Thea.

"Tommy, your still here?" I tried to move but instead, my brain did some flips. Mom helped me lay my head back on her lap.

"Had to make sure my best friend was ok."

"Ha beat that Oliver." I tried to wave him off but instead, Oliver caught my water I almost dropped. Once he had removed the water my head stopped spinning. This allowed me to sit up on my own.

"Are you okay?" Mom asked full of worry. I held her hand in mine as I addressed her.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just want to sleep." Thea helped walk me to my room and Oliver followed close behind. Thea layed me down when Ollie spoke.

"Wow! You are really special to someone." I can only laugh into my pillow as I was still very tired. Thea combs my hair out of my face and speaks.

"She is really in love with him, Ollie, I only wish to meet him."

"So no one has met him yet?" I roll on my back and try to look up, but just shut my eyes again.

"It's difficult to explain, but like I said it's for the best." The only reason Mom and Thea know I'm even dating is that he insists on sending me gifts.

"Just sleep, sister please." So I did.

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I was grateful, really, for Oliver's insistence on having a party. After he and Dad went missing I haven't had much to look forward to. Not that Thea or Mom did either. But they were able to cope better than I had. I decided to wear a silver floor-length dress. The high slit in the dress made it easy to show off my white pearl strap wedges.

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After a family picture for Ollie, I spot Malcolm through the crowd. Calmly and swiftly I turn to my family and dismiss myself.

"I'll be back, I see a few faces I haven't greeted yet." I head in Malcolm's direction but keep my distance. Through our eyes we speak, he leads and I follow. He leads me to an unoccupied hallway in the house. Malcolm turns around letting me walk close to him. Once close enough he opens his arms allowing me to fall into his arms.

"I'm sorry about what happened, angel." He speaks into the crown of my head. His lips pressed into my skin making me hum.

"I'm fine, unfortunately, Ollie had it worse." Before I could pout about Oliver, Malcolm pulls me out of the hug to hold my face in his hands.

"Yes, but I care about you more. You look beautiful, my love." He stares into my eyes, saying so much more than his words. At least I think he is.

"And you are looking dashing tonight, Merlyn. Now is that for me or the family." He chuckles and wraps his empty arms around me. The gift bag on his occupied wrist taps my body as it sways from his movements.

"Oh my love, ever so eager. Yes, it is for you and your family's gift is with the others." I blush as he stares into my eyes.

"You shouldn't have." Though I'm in heels I still need to lean up on my toes to kiss this man.

"Please wait to open it later tonight. It's special." He spoke against my lips. Oh, how weak he makes me. Only for him though, no one else can make me feel the things he can.

"Oh my gosh, Malcolm! Next week.."

"Is our fourth anniversary." He sways with me as all I can do is stare lovingly at him. His hand reaches my face and he speaks in a whisper.

"I hate keeping you hidden in my life." I lean into his hand. I hate it just as much.

"I know, would it be so bad now? After so long?" I know my lip is pouting out. I can't help it as I look up to Malcolm.

"I don't know, but your brother being back may make it difficult. Not to mention the recent attack on you both." I hum sadly into his shoulder as we sway. I slowly pull away and look at the man.

"I should put my gift in its proper place." As I walk backward pulling his hands with me as he stays put. Once both our arms are outstretched I make a move to hold his hands. At the last second, I snag my gift off his wrist.

"Always so formal. I'll see you later." My lover chuckled at my actions as I moved further away from him.

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Later that night in my bedroom. I almost run into my room when I was finally able to retire to bed. Behind closed doors, I kick off my shoes and beeline to Malcolm's gift. I take the card out of the bag and begin to read his handwritten sentiment.

'To my love, my light, the best thing in my life. I wish you everything the world I can give. For now, I give you this, I think you will like it. From your glorious lover, Malcolm.'

"Oh my gosh, Malcolm. What did you do now?" I open the paper bag to find many prices of tissue and black rose petals. Finally, a black velvet box falls out.

"You would think I have enough jewelry."

"I think you will make an exception this time." I nearly jumped out of my skin and on my ankle. It did hurt a bit, but nothing I wasn't used to.

"Oh my god! You can't do that! I almost died." He only laughed and stepped closer to me. He is really good at hiding in plain sight. Once close to me, he grabbed hold of my hand.

"My sweetness." He moved his hands to hold mine and the box.

"You need to be aware of your surroundings,.."

"I know, I know. I live a high-profile life and being kidnapped twice just proves that I need eyes in the back of my head." I hold in my scoff as he neals down and holds the box up.

"Malcolm."

"Please my love, let me talk before you panic. I never thought I could love again. Especially after Rebecca,.."

"Malcolm,.."

"My beloved, again. I have learned to love you. You as you, not you you showed the world or your family. The true unfiltered, you. I know at first we were just looking for something physical, but I fell for you. And I fell hard, and I know you feel the same. So my light, my love. Please say you'll be my wife." I lean into Malcolm and sit on his knee. I remove one hand of mine and hold his neck. I lean forward and right before I kiss him I give home my answer.

"Yes, Malcolm." When our lips touch he slides the ring onto my finger. We pull apart and I breathe out my words.

"I love you."

"I love you, my light."

Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn III

Part one Part two

• Lucerys immediately thinking how his terrifying uncle could be so close to a beautiful woman, but his confusion disappears once his uncle looks up at him

• Lucerys trying his best to be respectful, but Aemond and his betrothed are making it hard to focus

• He watched as the lord was being read his mother's letter

Aemond leaned into reader's ear, on his face held a devious smirk. His eyes glowed alight as she reacted to his words. Her small smile turned wide and her face colored red. Reader tried to cover her face as a way to hide her laugh, but it was still heard.

• Lucerys watched as the beautiful woman touched his uncle, unafraid and uncaring of his reaction. He watched as Aemond smiled at her touch. He watched as his uncle's remaining eye glowed with mirth. Aemond's betrothed left her hand on the prince as he moved closer to her.

• Lucerys couldn't look away from their connection until the lord spoke to him.

"You think I'll just bend over an oath of my father? How do I benefit this? The king at least brought a betrothal to be offered, what of you?"

Lucerys tried his best but he still appeared nervous.

"I can not offer anything my lord, I am already betrothed."

"So you offer nothing." The lord stated with a sigh. He looked over to his niece as she conversed with her newly betrothed. Despite being proud she was able to catch the prince's eye, the lord couldn't help but notice she was just a showing smitten with as he her.

"At least something good has come from The House of Dragon not knowing who its ruler is. Go back to your mother boy, and tell her no oath will be kept here."

• Lucerys trying to make s quick but confident exit

• He made the mistake of looking to his uncle

"Wait, Lord Strong! You have a debt to be paid."

Lucas could hear the other ladies gasp and murmur to each other. The one thing he didn't expect to see was what he saw when he turned around. Aemond had been known in his family as having a certain fire in his eye, a fire that would ignite when violence was promised. This was the first time Lucerys saw that fire in someone else's eyes that wasn't his stepfather.

"You think I will just let you walk away from me? I intend to collect, but I will be generous. You will get to choose which eye, a privilege I did not get."

Reader took in a breath as she listened to her betrothed words. Yet her admiration did not falter, fire burned in her eyes.

• Aemond promising his nephews eye as a gift for his betrothed, Lucerys stares in shock that the woman beside his uncle did not seem bothered by his promise.

• Lucerys almost running out of the hall when Lord Borros dismissed his and Aemond's dispute

• Aemond's long legs carrying him out if the hall with his betrothed trying to follow him

• Reader noticed he left his dagger and was wanting to return it to him

The Prince marched out of Storm's End trying to catch up with his nephew. He couldn't help but hear his betrothed heels march along with him. He quickly turned around catching his love as she bumped right into him. Grasping both her wrists he found his dagger lying in her palms.

"What are you doing? Planning on following me into the storm?!"

"If I must!" The usually shy woman shouted at the Prince. Her face determined but Aemond could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He held onto her firmly but he stayed silent allow her to speak.

"You ignite something within me my Prince, a fire I hadn't known. A fire I have only felt with you and no one else." Aemond pulls his love close to him forgetting all about proprietary and reputation.

"Who thought you to speak so boldly." The Prince sounded angry but his love could see it in his eye. He was amused, happy to see her express herself. He hummed to himself as he held her close. The hands holding his dagger drift down his body, they find his waist and deposit the dagger to its home, the sheath upon his waist.

"Speak plainly to me, let me hear your desire." Their lips were touching as the Prince spoke. His betrothed was barely holding herself up.

"Don't take the boy's eye, " Her sentence was left unfinished as Aemond pushed himself away. His remaining eye gave her a scathing glare. Had she lied to him through their whole meeting? The Prince scoffed and continued his march to Vahgar.

"I am getting what I am owed, no one is stopping me from that."

"I wasn't trying to, my Prince listen." The Prince did not answer nor did he turn around for her. He had Vahgar in his grasp but was pulled away by a much smaller force. Quickly he turned around grabbing her arm that had latched onto him. He used his free hand to grasp her face, making her look at him. Aemond kept his eye determined not showing that he did not want to hurt her, but if he needed to.

"I do not want his eye my love. That night you lost what he took from you." The Prince squeezed his betrothed face. His patience was wearing thin.

"You also gained something. A dragon, my prince. You ride Vhagar! She chose you to be her rider, she listens to you, and she hears your commands. My prince, rider of the largest dragon in the world. My betrothed who I can't wait to marry and who can't wait to bed me." Aemond's stern face fell showing his love how her words were affecting him. His grip lessened from her face, he allowed his hands to drift down her body.

"An eye will not settle an already outweighed debt." The Prince pulled his betrothed close to him so that their bodies were touching.

"And what would you have me do?" His lips tickled hers.

"Bring me his dragon."

Hi! I love 'the devils ángel'! Would you ever write a part 2??

The Devil's Ángel II

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"Mi amor."

Hiram purred into my ear to wake me up. Which worked, I rolled over and snuggled into his arms.

"Buen día, mi amor."

I spoke into his chest.

"Did Ronnie wake up yet?"

"He did, and I warmed the bottle as you told me to. He even burped when you said he would."

Hiram chuckled as he recalled his early morning.

"Did you go for your run yet?"

"No. It was still early, and you looked so lonely."

He pulled me closer to him, putting his head in my neck. I hum and held his arms as my back was to his chest.

"How about you get ready for your run? There will be food ready for you when you get back."

Hiram responded first with a big kiss on my cheek.

"That sounds like a deal. Mi angel eres demasiado buena para mi."

He kisses me again but on my lips. He's out of bed pretty fast, the morning person he is. I roll over and try to wipe the sleep away from my eyes.

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I was feeding Ronnie from my breast at Hiram's insistence. He said he didn't want me to change anything from my routine without him. Just that he wanted to be involved. It was sweet, but I was still uneasy about it since Veronica decided to have breakfast with us. Once I had finished feeding my baby, Hermine came in the apartment. We both greeted each other kindly, but her face remained stern. Since my being here, her and Hiram have been cross with each other. Me and V look at one another, knowing what was going to happen. She looks at her phone, texting someone before getting up to leave for school.

"Adios mi guapo mini yo."

She mumbled to Ronnie and kissed his head. She says bye to her mom and dad before completely leaving the home. With Ronnie asleep, it was easy to hear the private conversation between the married couple.

"You are not taking this seriously."

"I am taking this seriously. My priorities haven't changed, Hermine."

His wife sighs as he doesn't let her talk again. Instead, he gets up and greets his sleeping son. He kisses me on my forehead before mumbling his words.

"Como esta mi hombrecito guapo?"

"Él lo está haciendo bien. Comió bien así que estará durmiendo un rato."

I whisper back to him. He responds with a smile and kisses my lips.

"Volveré más tarde, no me esperes."

"Por supuesto mi amor."

He mumbles a bye to his son before giving him another kiss. He leaves behind Hermine after his goodbyes with a wave.

"I don't blame you, Anna."

Hermine spoke first. I looked up at her, shocked.

"I took him away from you. I gave him a new family to focus on. You should hate me."

I state sadly as I adjust Ronnie in my arms. When I first met Hiram, I didn't know about his family, but it didn't stop me when I found out either. It was impossible to leave him, especially when I found out I was having Ronnie.

"You would not be asking me to hate you if you did all that on purpose. I blame Hiram for putting you and your little boy in this mess."

She steps close and touches Ronnie's head softly. She smiled at him

"He looks just like Veronica did."

We both smile at the thought of our babies.

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I was sitting on the picnic blanket Veronica bought for today. She had insisted on getting one that was perfect for Ronnie. I was bouncing my baby boy while Hermine made faces at him. V had found her friends and they decided to walk around the park and talk. There was some press conference being held by the mayor that Hiram wanted us all to be there for, so here we are.

"He looks very cute in this jacket."

"I know right! One of Veronica's friends got it for him. They said he needed to 'represent'."

I giggle with Hermine. I hear feet crunching on some dead leaves, looking up I expect Hiram but instead a find a man. An older handsome man. I could feel my jaw hang open before muttering a pathetic hello. He smiles back at me and shyly waves.

"Did you need something?"

Hermine asked giving him her business voice. The man doesn't look at her as he responds.

"No, no just checking out the little guys outfit. He looks mighty handsome."

He pointed out my baby's jacket. I blush under his gaze. He had a handsome smile.

"Thank you, it was a gift actually."

"Awe shoot, this the little man Jughead was talking about. Now I'm thinking I should have asked more questions about mama."

The way he said 'mama' sent shivers up and down my spine, the same way when Hiram calls me 'Angel'. My cheeks heat up as he kneels down getting a better look at my baby.

"They sure are cute when their this small."

"You mentioned, Jughead. Is he, is he your son?"

God help me if I find another gather attractive. The man smile a proud smile that I see on Hiram's when he talks about his children.

"Yes, Jughead is my boy. If you couldn't tell by our dashing good looks."

He jokes making me laugh. My laugh triggers Ronnie's giggles.

"I see little man takes after mama."

I open my eyes after laughing to see his eyes on me and that dashing smirk that never leaves his face.

"I'm FP by the way."

"I'm Anna."

I smile as he doesn't reach out his hand asking for a handshake, like he knew I didn't like them. Harmine typed something on her phone and signaled she needed to go somewhere.

"I'll be fine."

I reassured her. She was hesitant, but one look at her phone reminded her how important what she needed to do was. Once she was away FP scooted onto the blanket next to me, pulling some leaves with him. Ronnie giggles at the crunching of the dead leaves.

"So, how do you know the Lodge's?"

I laugh as I was answering his question.

"I could ask you the same."

"You got me. We meet through very short business dealings."

I wince at his answer. With I sigh I bring the attention back on me and his original question.

"I don't know how to answer you question. It's,..."

"Complicated."

I smile and nodd at him, his eyes looking right back at me. I stared back at him enjoying his eyes on me.

"I'd imagine things get complicated around you."

I playfully scoff making Ronnie laugh.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

FP looks at Ronnie as if they were having a conversation but still talking to me.

"She knows what I'm talking about. Having a mama this hot draws a lot of attention I bet. Especially if she has you around."

I blush hard at his words.

"Awe, I made mama blush."

Ronnie giggles as he talks to FP. The man smiles enjoying the time with the baby. It made my stomach flutter. Until someone cleared their throat. We both look away from each other and Ronnie to look at who was wanting our attention. My smile falls when I see Hiram.

"Evening Lodge, how's the wife. Saw her earlier but business never stops for you guys."

FP laughs at his own joke. Hiram doesn't react. He just stares down FP like he was putting me in danger. I hadn't seen Hiram stare at someone like this since I was pregnant with Ronnie.

"Anna querida, la mía estaba buscando. Algo sobre un regalo para Ronnie."

"Oh, le encantará, estoy seguro. ¿No lo harás, muchacho?"

I speak to my baby making him laugh. I look up and find FP's eyes again.

"Creo que deberías acudir a ella en realidad. Estire las piernas."

My smile falters a little. He wasn't asking a question. But my smile picks up again. He probably just wants to go home he doesn't like being out of he can't dote on Ronnie the whole time. I gather Ronnie's things with him on my side.

"It was nice meeting you, FP."

"Nice meeting you too, doll face."

The nickname made me stutter and drop Ronnie's chupete. FP picked it up for me with that charming smirk of his.

"Gracias."

As I stand up I give him a wave and even make Ronnie wave bye. FP laughed and waved back. I smile and carry Ronnie to were Hiram gestured Veronica was waiting for me. Hiram never looked at me only FP. I felt bad that he was so irritated. Maybe I should have stayed home.

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