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im glad it landed bc I was cracking up just as I was writing it.

There’s something fascinating (read: terrifying) about the sight of Maegor Targaryen yearning. He does not yearn, he corrects.

And yet, he lets you reload your account to some overpriced coffee shop that makes really good breakfast sandwiches with his card. Not the company card. His own personal card. It felt like a small weight in your palm the first time he’d handed it to you.

The sight of one Maegor Targaryen, CFO and resident boogeyman to anybody who lazed about and played games on company time, simply sitting in your own smaller office just because you’re there, freaked many of your department members out. He mostly just sat, quiet and contemplative at least as he looked out the window.

“Please do not scare any more interns, they need the college credits,” You admonish slightly.

Maegor grunts.

(He still scares a poor intern who had been trying to flirt with him with a look of disdain.)

There’s also the fact that Visenya Targaryen knew about you. That alone was frightening enough.

But it was the fact that Maegor had told her about you. So you nearly felt your heart stop when some of her own security came to escort you to a short lunch with her.

At least Aenys was there too. His penchant for easy conversation and the skill to keep it going were both blessings you did not know you had needed until this very moment. Even he managed to get Visenya’s attention more than once, but she would return her keen gaze directly on you.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights. You felt like it too, and this intimidating woman was the person driving the car that was about to hit you.

(It was nothing that scary, you don’t hear Visenya say as she meets with her son for dinner.)

Do you nearly faint when you learn that you made a good first impression? Absolutely.

but really, all of your work is so lovely! i found you from the tamsy pieces (nothing to see here made my heart race a little icl 😭) but i read all 3 parts of Confiteor and it made my jaw drop its SPECTACULAR. i could talk about this for 40 days and nights without stopping. sunday's shame, his heightened emotions and everything... and as a catholic, all of the references were so clever i was left speechless like his halo becoming a 'crown of thorns'?!!??!?? that was so witty wtf. also you somehow managed to make the reader so seductive like i could truly imagine what sunday was seeing (?) in that confessional booth and how it drove him crazy

and between both the tamsy and sunday works what i cant help but think is that your characterization is so spot on that it gives me chills. like you literally reached into the characters' minds and pulled it onto a page as words. its so amazing i could cry

thank you so much for writing.... you inspire me so so so greatly, and actually i wanna try writing too this 2026 -- i hope someday i could be like you

have an amazing day!

that snippet is from a potential fanfic i will MAYBE write one day but knowing me, i have many broken promises, so dont get your hopes up too high because im very lazy and extremely sporadic.

also the idea of writing tamsy for 15 chapters actually gives me a headache despite how much i want to bone him.

that being said the thoughts of that potential fanfic have been plaguing me and i literally already have a start middle and ending kind of planned in my head & the tamsy tag on ao3 is miserably empty.

few days ago she posted this:

Lowkey, Reader is gonna be like “dude you are scaring the hoes” but ultimately it becomes just another tuesday fjskjfdj

(They refuse to let him kiss them or give any kind of affection when he’s got blood on himself tho, only for Mark to lay a sloppy wet kiss on their cheek.