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What I don't write for :

INCEST SMUT FOR UNDERAGE CHARACTERS WITH LITERALLY ANYONE ABUSE [ Between characters including Reader ] NON CON DUBIOUS CONSENT PREGNANCY

ALSO I WILL ONLY WRITE FLUFF FOR UNDERAGE CHARACTERS , NO SMUT

ALSO WITH AROACE CHARACTERS, IT WILL ONLY BE PLATONIC AND ACE CHARACTERS WILL BE FLUFF Will be edited, but thats all I can think off < 3

[ Just copy paste the link - The artwork is called '' A broken bow '' ]

Platonic Thranduil and Legolas

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ？[ PLS READ BEFORE READING THE FIC ]

⧽ Fluff, LOTS OF IT

⧽ Legolas crying

⧽ Thranduil drinking wine [ Not in an obsessed, unhealthy, mourning way ]

⧽ Mentions of Reader being Thranduils deceased wife and Legolas's deceased mom and them both mourning.

⧽Angst with comfort

⧽ Mentions of Reader getting tortured to death by orcs [ Because in the movies of the Hobbit , that's how Thranduils wife died ] and a little gore.

[ HELPPPP- I COULDN'T FIND ONE OF WHERE LEGOLAS WAS A KID SO I JUST PUT THIS 😭 ]

Ａ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｂｏｗ ~

As Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, calmly sipped his wine, a deep maroon, the same shade of red as his long flowing robes and that tasted of rich mullberries.

Stroking a thin wedding band of pure gold, engraved with the word, ''Meleth nin'', My love , on the inside, that was crafted of the finest gold by the Dwarves of Erebor, before the Desolation of Smaug, before Erebor's king became consumed with greed, before the Alliance between Elves and Dwarves had been shattered after your death, all for a necklace that you were supposed to wear, made of gems of pure starlight, Thranduil could only reminisce about the wearer

About you

You said you'd never leave him, that you'd always come when he called.

So where were you now?

Long fingers curling into a fist, he brought the detailed silver goblet, engraved with the insignia of Mirkwood, to his lips, before he jolted at a sound of pain coming from outside - Coming from his son.

Rushing out of his chambers, his eyes, normally sharp, calm and composed, now wide, and panicking.

Finally spotting his son, Legolas, tears streaming down his sons face as he hugged himself, sitting crouched on a smooth stone rock near the archery rink.

A few minutes before :

Legolas couldn't think.

He couldn't think as he shot arrows again and again, whizzing through the air and hitting the same target over and over.

Because you lied, whizz

You said you would always be there. whizz

You said you'd never leave whizz

So where were you? whizz

Why did you lie-

Running out of arrows but moving too fast to stop he quickly drawed his bow and released it with nothing inside it ,the force causing the string to snap and slap Legolas's face, leaving a stinging red line on his cheek.

But the pain was nothing compared to what he'd just done.

He'd broken his favourite bow - The one you'd given him, before you'd been kidnapped and tortured by those disgusting orcs during the Greenwood - Angmar war, to weaken the mighty King Thranduil, taking you to there fortress at Angmar.

Before all that was left of your body was replaced with burns, pelts, angry red scars, burned flesh, that replaced your soft, warm skin and dull, lifeless eyes that replaced ones with mirth, life, and so, so much love.

Before Thranduil had locked himself in his room, had stopped communicating with other kingdoms.

Before dark forces took advantage of his father's grief stricken state and strengthened at Dol Guddur, transforming the lush, sunlight forests of Greenwood the Great into a rotting forest home to the orcs, goblins, and spies of the ''Necromancer '', and large, black spiders , children of Shelob, that now terrorised those lands, fouled the water, twisted the trees, and suffocated the air, isolating Mirkwood further when his father had finally closed the gates of Mirkwood.

And not a single kingdom came to aid, not even one.

Now :

But now his Father's wide, panicked eyes softened, as he got down on his knees to match Legolas's eye level , taking his silently sobbing son into his arms, and wrapping his warm robes around him as Legolas's silent sobs became wails that shook his entire body and made his head dizzy.

But Thranduil didn't let go, not even when his own tears started trailing down his cheeks, and he stopped forcing them to be silent.

''She's gone'', Legolas choked through tears, '' She's really gone''

'' I know Meleth, I know''

Pressing a kiss to Legolas's forehead, Thranduil lay there, on his knee's, his son on the rock, in comforting silence, the gap between them caused by your death getting smaller.

A/N. :BRO THIS IS SO SADDDDDD - Dialogue is VERY SHORTT but I think it worked hehe, I made it so freaken angstyyy,

Luka

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Fan FavouriteReader!! [ More of a fan favourite than Luka ]

Context. :

Reader and Luka are both fan favourites among the Aliens, and the Aliens notice you both have chemistry - And while some adore their ''new power couple'', most don't take it too well.

Warnings : [ For the whole series in general ]

Reader and Luka are in a relationship and they are quite fond of each other but keep it secret from everyone else.

Fluffish,

some Angst but with a LOT of comfort,

Death threats [ Luka gets some for having chemistry with reader - Kinda wanted to be like how male and female idols get hate for hanging with other fan favourite idols by creepy, parasocial fans in real life, but the creepy fans are the aliens - also Reader is MORE of a fan favourite than Luka ]

Reader's Alien is nice - The alien is like her company [ like in real life ] ,

Reader is shown to be dolled up and '' Perfect', due to her being literally made to be beautiful and to perform, but has autonomy in what she wears,

Reader has a diverse closet, but the outfits are quite specific.

Reader also has to deal with creepy fans telling her what to wear and having to deal with them looking at her in a creepy way, leading to her sometimes wearing oversized clothing, but Luka intervenes [ privately ]

Reader is shown to be used to the [ POSITIVE - not negative ] attention the Aliens give her.

Mentions of Reader being asked innapropriate questions, [ luka intervenes ]

Tickling

Mentions of Luka not wanting to take medicine and pills.

Ｔｈｅ ｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔ:

Lights flashed around you, bright and glaring, as eyes, some, in awe, and adoration, beaming with excitement , while others, wide and beady, lazily sweeping over you from in front, carefully watched your every move, the mic directly in your face, as you calmly, yet gracefully reapplied your lip gloss, a dusty pink, the shade tinting your soft lips, adding another layer of gloss that perfectly complimenting your outfit, a large, comfortable hoodie, the colour of freshly fallen snow, perfectly engulfing your frame in all the right places -

In other words, acting as a form of protection from eyes that lingered on your body when you preformed and the texts you received to wear form fitting, see through, '' Sexy'', clothing and to perform in private clubs in inappropriate poses - Which your Alien shut down immediately, filing restraining orders and sending out official statements to address the issue, to which you felt a small sense of comfort.

Luka hated how they treated you - like you were a doll to be admired, a toy to play with till it broke, one that could be discarded and replaced at any moment, - Just like him.

Oddly, he didn't want that for you, he didn't want them to look at you with such lust in their eyes, didn't want you to be a sex symbol, or exploited, when if it was anyone else, he wouldn't have felt much, maybe a twing of sympathy, but even that would be quickly drowned in the sea of expectation and competition that he was barely managing to stay afloat in.

But not you - Not the girl who stood up to his owner, Heparu, confronting him about the experiementing done on Luka, the girl who wouldn't let the doctors take Luka for another surgery when he was in critical condition, who fought with Heparu to give him comfortable clothes, to give him rest, and comfort.

The girl who let him curl up against her body at night, who gently took him into her warm embrace and carded her soft fingers through his hair, her touch gentle yet grounding while she hummed a soothing lullaby to help him sleep.

The one who confessed first, a rosy pink hue dusting over her cheeks, as she bit her lower glossy pink lip in anticipation, her eyes swirling with a pool of mirth and fondness that was quite rare in the corrupted hell they lived in.

So no, not you, never you, not his god, his universe.

So when another Alien got way too close for his liking, and you seemed clearly uncomfortable, politely asking them to step back, as you created distance to which they just stepped closer, Luka intervened, getting up from his position on the floor, where he was curling into himself, pulling his knees up to his chest, and where almost thousands of camera flashes were blinding both you and him, his palm connecting with the Alien Fan's face in a brutal slap, leaving an angry red mark on their cheek.

For a moment, the room froze, Luka's hand suspended in the air, the eyes of the Alien, wide and frozen in a state of shock, your normally warm eyes that softened only for a few people, now wide and confused, before the frost of shock melted away into pure chaos.

The Alien - Offended and simmering with rage, moved forward again to start another fight, before your owner stepped forward to intervene, and you quickly, yet gently, tugged on Luka's own sweatshirt, silently urging him to run, to which he obliged, long, ice cold fingers, wrapping around your wrist as you fled the scene.

Soon your soft pants from exertion became giggles as you ran, further, and further away from the brawl Luka had just created.

Finally reaching your [ shared ] room, one that your Alien owners didn't even know about, you both collapsed onto the plush bed, covered with silky satin sheets, giggling from the sudden rush of adrenaline you both felt at defying your owners like that, even if it was rare that you both would be punished, being their perfect little pet's who gave so much publicity and entertainment that they could do no wrong.

Positioning yourself so that your head was on his chest, your silky soft hair, illuminated by the dim purple candlelight that the Aliens would've never let you have, prefering stark white lights, and pure white rooms, with no colour and no individuality, making it so much easier to sell concepts to the public, to market humans like the perfect dolls that they used to sell, before the Aliens came, although you and Luka barely remember it, hell, you both barely remember your real family, if they even had the chance to talk to either of you before dying or being sold as pets or slaves.

But your room wasn't like that, in fact it was the direct opposite, photo's of you both as children, to funny photo's, to one of your dates - Which wasn't all that bad, considering how most of them were just you both sneaking off into night clubs in disguise, or slipping into cafes - You both even went to a cat cafe once, however most dates were spent in this room, playing games, talking, or even braiding each other hair and doing each others makeup.

Your room had LED lights you'd stolen from a set after a performance, that had a remote controller to change the colours, now set to a light amethyst purple, Luka's signature colour, and your favourite.

Wrapping his cold arms around you, you leaned into his embrace, letting out a soft sigh of contentment, snuggling further into his side, as he rested his cheek on your head, nuzzling into the silky, soft locks there, the work of your stylist to make you look " Perfect ", to which Luka still found offense to because, '' You're already perfect ? ''

Lulled by the soft, faint sound of his heartbeat, you found your eyelids drooping, your thick eyelashes, again the work of your stylist and owner using special serums and genetic experiments, after all you were ;'made to perform'', brushing again the soft skin of your cheek, as Luka absentmindedly stroked your hip with his thumb.

Suddenly you reached to your bedside table, grabbing Luka's inhaler and heart medication, one you had actually thrown hands with Heparu for to give Luka, and gently dangling it above his head to which he groaned, nuzzling his face further into your hair, making something warm tingle through your chest as you slowly pulled away, propping yourself up on your elbow and giving him a pointed look, gesturing to the medicine.

'' Do I have to take it?'', he groaned, trying to tug you back down to the bed, and failing, causing a fond smile to make its way to your lips, your eyes glimmering with mirth as you looked down at him.

'' Mhmm'', you hummed softly in agreement, bringing it up to his lips, despite knowing how his owners has caused him to need it in the first place and forced him to take it, he still needed it, and you wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible. '' Love, you need it''

Despite his heart skipping a beat at the pet name, he still remained strong, steadfast and stubborn, in delaying it as much as possible, closing his lips and angling his head so that he could avoid the pills and medicine.

Letting out a soft sigh, clouded with mock frustration, an idea suddenly popping into your head, '' I'll make you a deal'', You offered, as Luka suddenly turned his face back to you again, '' I'm listening''

'' If you take your medicine I'll stay with you for the whole day - No interruptions, no fan meets, nothing''

If Luka had cat ears, they would've perked up at the very moment you mentioned, '' The entire day'',

''Deal''.

Updates are back to regular - My exams are over [ and they were so GOOD, thank goddd ] and I'm recovering from burnout <333

Thank you for all your love and support and I will be getting your requests done soon :

𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [ 𝕀𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 / ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ] [ 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 ]@carebearcozy

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Hello <33 - Thank you for your questions <3

To answer you, yes Griffith will NOT be going to the perverted old man for a way to support his troops, and Reader will be financially supporting him. In this story, she teaches him royal ettiquete, the important royals, all about politics, how to make him an insider in politics, and overall how to manipulate everything and everyone to get what he wants - Because everyone else is looking to do the exact same thing to him. She makes sure he's educated in every way possible, hence causing his curiousity and hunger for knowledge, and you can bet that she'll DEF pull strings to help him, simply because our girl is morally gray - In the '' Her actions are either right nor wrong '', not the Booktok, one dimensional , flat main character way [ I absolutely HATE when they butcher it like that ]

Also yes, they are SUCH besties and they'd always be inseperable, even after becoming an item, because I LOVE tropes where they're besties AND lovers, it makes such good chemistryyy - Neither of them develop feelings for each other until MUCH later on [ Not much spoilers ]. Also their love is :

Who falls gradually :

Who falls first and harder : Griffith

[ I mean harder as in the sense that he falls in one big go and then his feelings just become more and more clearer and fleshed out for himself ]

PART 1 , Character : Arwen

Also this is just Pure Fluff btw

WARNINGS : [ Except for Arwen's one where Reader is absolutely mortified and crying - But dw, Arwen comforts her , ALSO mentions of Reader covered in period blood and is in her undergarments ] . Characters in this series : Arwen, Samwise, Frodo, Legolas, Galadriel, Sauron / Mairon, Aragorn, Gandalf, Boromir, Faramir, Thranduil, Elrond, Eowyn, Eomer, Merry, Pippin, Galadriel, Witch Kind of Angmar

A/N : Yall I don't really know if Elves even UNDERSTAND periods, but like, lets pretend they do

If your period blood soaked the sheets at night :

Awaking late at night, when the night sky was at its darkest, to a cold, and sticky sensation lingering on your upper thighs, and lower abdomen, you groaned as you saw the plush comforter ,heavy and soaked with blood, your undergarments taking the brunt of it all, glued sticky - slick to your skin.

Moving to get up, you felt mortification wash over you, seeing your lover stir at the damp and sticky stain that replaced your form.

Tears stinging your eyes, you moved swiftly to the bathroom door and locked it shut behind you, a feeling of dread knotting your stomach.

What would she think of you now? Would she be repulsed? Judge mental? Cold? Would she scream? Or simply leave you altogether?

Peeling the damp nightgown off you, you scrubbed at the tears falling down your cheeks with the back of your palm, before scrubbing at the bloody fabric with a bristled brush, the motion frantic and desperate to get it all off.

Arwens POV :

As her dark eyelashes fluttered open, the first thing she registered was that you were gone, and in your place was damp, bloody sheets, the crimson drying to a muddy brown.

Head whipping around for any sign of you, and finding none, Arwen got up, gently opening and closing the doors of the rooms around your shared suite, before hearing soft sobbing noises from instead the bathroom.

"Meleth?'', She called out softly with a hint of concern, not wanting to startle you, but also desperately wanting a way to help you, '' Are you alright ?''

She heard soft sniffling, the crash of a bucket falling down, and the abrupt stop of the falling stream of water, before she heard your voice, sounding surprising steady [ even to yourself ] , but with the slightest shake in it, something that not even an elf with the sharpest hearing could sense if they weren't paying attention, but of course - Arwen *was*,

''I'm fine"

*bullshit*, she thought, yet not wanting to make you feel even worse, by accusing you of lying, she chose a gentler approach, " Meleth, [ Love ], please open the door ''

However, when she heard no answer, she abruptly used elf magic [ Lowkey what Arwen would pull if she didn't have elf magic to help her out ]

to open the door, which swung open to reveal you, on your knees, in nothing but your bloody undergarments, desperately scrubbing your nightgown, face glistening with tears that you tried aggressively wiping away.

Why were you scrubbing blood, were you hurt, in pain? Injured-

*Oh*, she realised, puzzle pieces clicking into place, the bloodied sheets, the stain on her nightgown, the blood covering your inner thigh and underwear

Instantly, the concern and shock on her face melted away into a soft, almost helpless look at not being able to help the one she loves for such a simple thing.

A *period* - Contrary to popular belief, while it was uncommon and rare some elves did know small bits of knowledge about periods, however it was mostly about the biological part - How they contributed to reproduction, the anatomy, etc, and Arwen was one of them, wanting any knowledge she could get her hands on, but nothing could have prepared her for this exact situation.

Getting on her knees to be at the same level of height you were on, she gently embraced you from the front, her soft ,yet firm arms wrapped around you as you sobbed uncontrollably, melting into her cool touch, a soothing contrast compared to your almost burning skin, as she delicately tugged you closer as if you were made of glass, which you may as well been, shaking in her arms.

Pulling back gently to look at her, you realised that you'd gotten blood on her, from before and just now by hugging her, and was about to start sobbing again, before she gently shushed you and tugged you upwards to your feet.

Pressing her soft lips to the crown of your forehead, she gently, yet firmly pushed you into the shower, assuring you that you '' Need not worry about such small things ', and that she'd clean everything up, including herself.

Still skeptical, you tried arguing before she gave you the - Don't test me - Look and elegantly raised a single eyebrow before looking you up and down one singular time, and you knew you lost.

After showering, you slathered on lotion , put on a comfortable silk nightgown, and towel dried your hair, adding some oil and product to make it shiny, before padding towards your shared bedroom to find Arwen, perfectly clean, and folding the once bloody and damp, sheets, comforter, and nightgowns, before setting them aside and placing them inside the cupboards.

Taking in her perfect state, as well as the perfect room, AND freshly made sheets, you quickly SLID across the floor to the bathroom before opening it and seeing the bloody mess on the ivory tiled floor all clean.

Blinking once then twice, eyelashes fluttering, your eyebrows pinched together as confusion befell your face and Arwen stifled a giggle behind you, a cheeky smile - That you failed to notice in your confusion - appearing on her cheeks as you struggled to find out what was going on

Spoilers : She used Elf Magic, and yes - You never found out

𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕔'𝕤 ,𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤.

𝕄𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕀𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕩 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚'𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕔'𝕤 𝕆ℝ 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤 / 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟'𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤.

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 - 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕣, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣. ℙ𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 / 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕.

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖, 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 @carebearcozy 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 / 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 / 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪, 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕪 <𝟛𝟛𝟛

𝔸𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕀 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕠𝕪 <𝟛𝟛

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 <𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛

𝕌𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [ 𝕀𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 / ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ] [ 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 ]@carebearcozy

𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕘𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 [ 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 ] @carebearcozy

𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 [ ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 ] @sethzh14

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕚𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 [ ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 ] @natalia-lady-targaryen

𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕂 [ 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕦𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕩 𝔹𝕊𝔽 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 - ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 ] [ ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 ]

ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 <𝟛𝟛𝟛

𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟! 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 - 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕝𝕚𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕. - 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖- 𝕚𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖.

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥, 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 ,𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 - ℍ𝕖'𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 ℂ𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔼𝕊ℂ𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕪, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕟 ℙ𝕌𝔹𝕃𝕀ℂ, 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤. ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕀 𝕖𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕖𝕔𝕙 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖 [ 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕜, ℝ𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕖 ] 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝔸𝔽𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖, 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 [ 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 ℍ𝔼𝕃ℙℙ ] 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 - 𝕀𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝔻𝔼𝔽𝕀ℕ𝕀𝕋𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 '' ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 ''

*𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕦𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕖

𝕊𝕖𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙, 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣*

ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 - 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤? - 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 , 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 - 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔼𝕃𝔼𝔾𝔸ℕ𝕋𝕃𝕐, 𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 - 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 [ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕤 ℕ𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕣 ] , 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖 , 𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕀𝕊𝔾𝕌𝕊𝕋, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 , 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 - 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖.

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𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 - ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖.

ℙ𝕤 : 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕖

𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕚'𝕞 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤

ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕟 :

Task : Night Cuddles [ Sort of ? ] / Care after a Battle + A lil bit of Jealousy from Griffith [ He's a lil bit insecure, but we're good in the end ] + Clingy griffith ~ <333

Golden Age Griffith

[ Reader ] As a...........

Mercenary Captain of the Band of the Hawks [ aka : Griffith's Left hand - Cus Guts is Griffith Right hand, so that spots takennn, plus Casca's his second in command soo]

As the Moon shone bright, it's accompanied backdrop, the night sky, a vast, inky canvas, painted with glittering stars, the mercenaries under the Band of the Hawk succumbed to slumber, leaving only a few that were summoned to the Castle for a grand ceremony, including you, Captain of your regime, Guts, Captain of the Band's Raiders, Casca, Griffith's second in command, and the Founder and Supreme Commander himself, and most importantly your lover, Griffith. [ Followed by another handful of Captains ].

This unfortunately timed, yet welcome summoning, left your eyes drooping from exhaustion, and at one point in time, you actually managed to fall asleep standing up, your eyes open and seemingly alert, the only person noticing ,being Judeau, one of your closest friends, who gently nudged you awake just as a group of noblewomen fawning over your feats and strength, passed you by, leaving you and Judeau stifling small laughs and giggles after they were out of earshot, which were so loud that even in the room which overflowed with sound, chatter, and festivities ,and also echoed sound to every corner of the chamber , caused you to bury your face in Judeau's neck to stifle them, and even resulted in you leaning on him for support after he accidentally elbowed your injury while laughing, which he apologised profusely for, even when you ruffled his hair affectionately, albeit aggressively in response.

However, unbeknownst to you both, a pair of sharp, cerulean eyes that shimmered like sapphires, glowered at you from across the ballroom, the glare going 100x more intense when an old noblewoman commented on how cute of a couple you and Judeau were.

On the other side of the chamber, an embarrassed, soft, rosy pink flush crept up your neck and spread across your cheeks which the Old women mistook for a blush indicating that you were hiding your relationship away from the world, and left you both with a knowing smile as you jerked away from Judeau, who had an absolutely terrified look in his eyes, knowing that Griffith would murder him for this and had probably saw the whole thing, '' God save me '', he murmured, as you decided to start going after the lady, who was faster than she looked, to explain how '' You've got it all wrong !!! ''.

A few grueling hours later, when you all were finally dismissed and were allowed to retreat to your chambers, you practically collapsed onto the silk covers of your and Griffith's shared bed and chamber, still in your ceremonial armour, burying your face into the plush pillows with a groan as you remembered the encounter with the old lady, before you decided to pull yourself up and peel off your armour, sinking into a warm, soapy bubble bath, undoing the elaborate hairstyle you did to keep your silky soft hair, that shone in the dim candlelight - Thanks to that one solution a kind old lady once taught you in your hometown - of your room , letting it fall down your shoulders like silk as you slathered lotion on your body and put on a comfy silk nightgown, that was a gift from none other than Judeau, and the colour of fresh fallen snow, and with an over the shoulder neckline that showed off your collarbones.

A small, ghost of a frown made its way onto your soft face - Which was all thanks to that old lady who taught you skincare when you were 4 or 5 in your village [ You sent her chocolate chip cookies every week as a thank you ] - when you realised that it was nearly midnight and Griffith still wasn't in your shared chambers, he'd been summoned privately to the King's private study, but you still worried for him, he must've been as tired as you, if not more, by now.

Fiddling with the bandages over your shoulder, due to the wound on your ribcage, you winced as you repeatedly hit your wound time and time again trying to fasten the knot, which kept unfastening since you were using your non dominant arm , your dominant hand being the arm caught up in bandage and frankly un moveable at the moment.

Fumbling again with a soft sigh, you were about to give up before gentle, yet firm, calloused hands came up from behind you and fastened it for you. Recognising the cold touch, as your lover, you leaned into it, his hands bunching up the fabric around your waist and one rising up to gently push back one side of your hair ,that was illuminated by the soft candle light, to your neck, burying his face in the crook of it and sighing.

'' You're clingy today'', You said, voice soft enough to not break the delicate atmosphere of comfort, yet teasing, despite you both knowing by the way you practically melted into him, that you didn't want this to stop.

'' Am I not allowed to be affectionate with my lover ?'', He murmured into your neck, arms fastening around your waist like loose chains that anchored himself to you.

'' Hmm'', You feigned thinking deeply dramatically, placing a finger on your chin, and letting it rise to poke at your cheek , '' How about no? ''

Using a single finger to trail down your side, he murmured, '' Why not ?''

''Because something's wrong'', You murmured, playfulness fading away into concern that shimmered in your eyes, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, the candle melting till it was just to its base, a puddle of wax at the bottom of the candle plate, '' Griffith are you ok ?''

'' Mhmm'', he hummed in agreement, face still buried in the crook of your neck, '' Just tired''

Breathing a soft sigh of release, you tried to gently push him off you so he could take off his armour, change and then finally sleep, '' Griffith get up'', You scolded gently, voice soft, '' You need to take off your armour ''

'' Mmm, Do I have to ?'', He mumbled sleepily into your neck, and you had to stifle a snicker at how similar to a cat he looked, nuzzling into you. But of course Griffith could tell you found amusement in this whole situation, due to how your whole body was practically shaking with contained laughter, '' What's so funny? '', he said, before his arms that were snaked around your waist tightened like chains, not letting you go - Even if you were strong, he was clearly stronger than he looked, and it didnt help you were tired out of your wits, AND you were injured.

You stopped snickering, '' Is this my punishment for laughing?'', trying and failing to fight against his grip albeit gently, so as not to hurt him.

''No - it's your punishment for being touchy with Judeau earlier'', He pouted, jealousy so clear in his voice and he was so much like a petulant child, that you couldn't even *try* to stifle a laugh, the sound coming out soft, warm, and utterly thrilled, as you stopped fighting in his grip, '' Jealous ?''

He let out a scoff, '' You wish - It's not like you're leaving me for freckled face '', but even after his skilled retort, you could still hear the slight doubt in his voice, the slightest hint of a child who'd always been alone and left behind.

Turning yourself to face him completely, you gently brought his hand to your soft lips, kissing the callouses from over a decade of sword practice, all the while not breaking eye contact, as you both lost yourselves in the deep colour of each other's jewel like eyes, both sparkling with an unsaid, but known kind of affection that no one could replace, including Judeau. '' Good that you know then ''

A/N: AHHH - I finally done @carebearcozy 's requesttt !! <3333 - Hope you like it

[ PART ONE OF THIS FIC, - IF READER IS A PRINCESS / QUEEN, - HOWEVER REQUEST R OPEN IF YALL WANT ONE WHERE READER IS OF ANTHER SOCIAL STATUS ]

A Princess or Queen!

Context :

Your first meeting [ or silent interaction ] would be when you were both 5 or 6, around the middle of Winter, the coldest time of the season.

As your carriage, - obsidian with ornate, wooden carvings of your family's crest, a dove, engraved on the side of the door, with large, glass windows that were framed with rosy pink, silk curtains - moved around the city in a rather humble procession, you gazed outside at the families huddling together near fires, breaking fresh bread, and roasting warm, tender meat, all except one.

Leaning forward to get a better look, you peered down to see a boy, not much older than you, with long waves of silver hair, and round sapphire eyes swinging his sword around with sharp, precise movements, like he was practicing, preparing for something, instead of playing like another boy his age would.

But he wasn't eating as the sun started to lower from it's highest point in the afternoon and purple and pink started to streak the sky.

Realising he most likely didn't have any food, and if he had family they weren't arriving anytime soon, you gently signalled the coach to stop the carriage on the side of the road and brought some bread and meat, a rare delicacy at the time, from the high end shops at the heart of the city, and placed it near the shack you'd seen him disappear into time and time again for water, assuming it to be his home, and placing the bread, meat and a few gold coins in a light beige paper bag , before disappearing.

But little did you know that sapphire eyes, sharp for their age, followed you into your carriage, as Griffith wiped the sweat off his forehead, a confused expression befalling his face,

Why had someone like *you*, a princess and heiress to your throne done something like this? You didn't know him, you didn't have to do this, but you did.

And for a reason he didn't know, his heart fluttered.

For the next few months, small tokens appeared at his door, Fresh bread and meat, fluffy wool coats, thick blankets and plush pillows, solutions that made his face soft ,and his hair, long, shiny and thick - which he figured that you used as well due to how ethereal you looked - even a book that taught him how to read using pictures, followed by other books that educated him enough to understand the newspaper, and therefore let him know what was going around in the world .

But you never stayed long enough for him to actually talk to you, or even see your face, the only thing he saw before you left, being your long, thick, and shiny ,silky soft hair, decorated with jewels and pearls, and topped with a tiara that changed based on whether you wanted gold or silver and which jewel and it's cutting you liked best, and best of all, your family crest, a dove, symbolising peace, love, devotion, and the human soul, which made something soft and warm rise up in his chest, because of how similar it was to a hawk, yet he never knew why, nerves he thought, oh how wrong he was.

However one fateful day, he finally caught you in the act, just as you were leaving, a small and gentle, yet firm hand caught your wrist, whirling you around to face him, finally allowing him a good look at your face, and his heart skipped a few beats. You were *pretty*, and not just a noble kind of pretty, it was the kind of pretty that was apparent in the elegant way you held yourself, the soft, warm tone of your voice that was tinted with a hint of shyness at this moment, due to you being caught. It was in the way your soul was pretty too, the newspapers he had read revealing that you, despite being so young, had opened schools, hospitals, allowed education for non nobles, and made it widespread, and while your family did play a big role, you'd been at the centre of it all.

Not to mean you weren't pretty on the outside too, Your eyes were doe like and soft, warm with a kindness that was considered unbecoming to show to someone of a social status such as him, that sparkled like the jewels on your tiara, your lips were rosy pink, with a hint of gloss on them, probably applied to give a more regal look, and your hands, small, soft, daint, and manicured - because it's not like you did any housework - one bunched up the silk skirts at your thighs in nervousness, while the other lay in his grasp, suspended in the cool air , your skin glowing - again, probably due to that one solution you sent him, he figured - with something like excitement, despite how nervous you were, it felt thrilling to finally talk to him, after stolen glances while he practiced.

Finally noticing how close your faces were, he jerked back from you, releasing your hand and mumbling a sorry, heat rising to his cheeks, embarrassment, he justified to himself, yet only time would tell just how naive he was.

Ok, thank you all for contributing to the results !!! I've decided I'll write the fics in order of popularity so it'll be 1 - Saiki K 2 - JJK 3 - Berserk 4 - Demon Slayer / ATLA

I hope you have a good day! 😊

OMG HAIIII, YOU'RE MY FIRST ASK THANK U SO MUCHH, and I hope you have a good day as well !!! <3333, And yeah definitely!, DO you mind if I do a headcannons / daily life kinda fanfic? I just wanna play around with the idea of fluffy Golden Age Griffith . But I promise, I'll try my best <333