#tdpxreader

oh my god bless you, yes. Okay so the reader is going to be an adopted daughter of Amaya here, and the King’s Niece. 

✴Aaravos x Royal!Mage!Reader

Sure! :D

Soren x Artist!Reader

♦Soren would be amazed by your artistic abilities♦He'd tell you all about how he always wanted to learn how to paint or draw or something.♦You'd remind him that it takes lots of practice, just like his sword-fighting and he'd just deadpan at you.♦"Want to practice with me?"♦It takes a couple times for him to actually sit down and do anything instead of just being amazed after you've finished something.♦He's...easily discouraged. Especially with you beside him. So instead of you both drawing, you take the time to point out and recommending ways to do things, showing him some of your old reference books or scribbling helpful guide marks on the page.♦He makes the same progress anyone makes, you set up little dates to sketch parts of the Castle, and take picnics out.♦After one of these dates, you return to the kitchen to take the picnic basket back to it's rightful shelf in the storage closet. Only, as you go to clean the basket out of the dishes and cheesecloth, you find a slip of paper, folded in two.♦A simple drawing of the rose bushes from the Gardens, with a....somewhat accurate depiction of you and the picnic basket, sitting upon the ground and looking up at the sky. However despite the smudges and too-hard-pencil markings, inconsistent shadings and too big of nose he gave you, it was perfect.

Of course ♥I’m going to just do this as a general injury, maybe a broken leg or something.

Oh, good one!

Runaan x Reader

♠ Makes a point to avoid the person, going out of his way to keep from having to deal with them.♠ Subtly keeps you away from them, distracting you and steering you out of their way once he realizes that they don’t care that you’re his.♠ If it gets to a point where they’re making you uncomfortable or he feels they’re a threat, he’ll have a stern talk with them. He’s a level headed man, he doesn’t explode on them or anything, just makes sure they know very clearly what will happen if they pursue you any further.♠ I don’t want to suggest he’s dramatic enough for a duel, but he’d totally duel for you if that’s what it took. It’d be more like a graceful ass beating though. Gren x Reader 

♣ Assumes ignorance and tries to casually tell them that you are his s/o, tries to reason with them politely over all.♣ Doesn’t let it ruffle his feathers much when they say ‘I know.’ He trusts you, undoubtedly he knows you won’t do anything.♣ If they get too touchy? If they start to make you feel uncomfortable? He’ll go to confront them again. Annoyed but still rather polite. As polite as one could be considering the situation.♣ If that doesn’t work. He’ll get permission from Amaya to fucking arrest them. Soren x Reader 

♦ Soren is unbelievably childish about it. ♦ The second he saw them flirting with you. He. Lost. It. He yoinked you back and just glared at them. “They’re my s/o you know.” He snapped.♦ The next time it happened he was in his armor and tried his damndest to intimidate them.♦ The third time, when they still refused to back the fuck off? He fucking socked them, busted a tooth out and IMMEDIATELY regretted it because he’d lost his cool. ♦ You assured him that…they kind of deserved it.

Thank you, dear! I’m excited as well! ♥I can definitely do that! 

Oh! Thank you anon! ♥ Of course

Soren x Reader

♦ Soren is…quite clingy. He’s never really received much in the way of affection, so he almost acts starved for it.♦ He doesn’t go overboard in public; standing closer than one would normally stand, grasping for your hand, offering you tarts whenever he passes by. ♦ He’s quite loving, but he can be quite childish as well. Impromptu games of tag and hide and seek - which typically end up with you in the gardens pressed up against a tree with his chapped lips against yours. ♦ When you’re alone? It’s another story completely.♦ In your chambers, you’ll constantly have some bit of Soren on you, or some bit of you on Soren. His favorite position is laying his head in your lap while you relax. Bonus points if you play with his hair. ♦ Is definitely the big spoon. Adores to curl around you, and then wake you up with kisses on your neck. ♦ When he’s had a rough day, he relents and let’s you be the big spoon. It’s comforting for him to be held and he enjoys having someone he can feel vulnerable around without having to put up a facade of jokes. ♦ Baths! He loves washing your hair for you and vice versa. ♦ He never really stays still. Even when you’re cuddling he’s drawing idle circles on your body or something akin. ♦ Make-out sessions are rather rare but typically led by you. He’s confident enough to give quick smooches and heated kisses. ♦ He still flushes when you straddle his lap and pull his lips to yours. ♦ He also still gets excited easily. ♦ The half-lidded look of love he gives you as you pull away is to die for. ♦ Sometimes he’ll pull you into a soft kiss and just hush “I love you, y/n”.

Awe, bless your heart anon ♥ I love all these sweet asksThis was pretty similar to another ask I got for “Runaan on his day off” so I just melded them, I hope you don’t mind!

Gren x Reader♣ This guy is out like a light whenever he hits the bed. His daily training and duties tend to take their toll. ♣ Gren also tends to be out the door long before you even wake up, leaving you with an empty, cold bed and pangs of lonelyness. ♣ You’re almost startled when you wake up with your body pressed against another, a muscular, freckled arm drapped over you and the linen blanket that covered you. ♣ Determined to allow him to sleep on his day off, you decide to stay as still as you possibly can. ♣ That works out great until you sneeze. You feel him stretch, his arm flexing and pulling you a bit closer before loosing. ♣ “Good morning.” The familiar, groggy voice of your lover hushed over your shoulder. “And bless you.” The jig was up. ♣ You rolled over to face him, yawning out a “Good morning.” back before your eyes settled on him…and you burst into a fit of laughter. ♣ He gave you a puzzled look, furrowing his brow while trying to conceal his smile.♣ “What happened to your hair.” You muse aloud as you calm, wiping your eye with a single finger. ♣ He offers you a deadpan, before reaching up to pat his thoroughly mused hair and roll his eyes. “That’s possibly the worst bedhead I’ve ever seen.” You continue, eeking a laugh from him. ♣ “Are you telling me you’ve never seen your own?” He asks, grinning playfully before pulling you into a kiss. “I’d trade all the combs in the world to wake this way every morning.” He hushed before pulling you to his own person.

Harrow x Reader ♥ The King’s Bedroom was a rather intimidating place to sleep at first, but it grew quite comfortable after a while. ♥ His duties typically saw him busy immediately after he woke, leaving little time to relax in bed. You were thrilled when he told you he’d be taking a day off. ♥ When you woke up, you were cradled in the nook of his arm as he lay on his back, head on his shoulder. ♥ Seeing him sleeping, seemingly at peace with the world, with the stress of his day-to-day life and past off his shoulders, was nearly enough to melt your heart. ♥ You, as gently as one could, pulled yourself up to place a kiss to his scratchy, unshaven face, yet wilted the second you started to settle back down and saw those familiar green eyes following you. ♥ “Oh..I didn’t mean to wake you.” You hush, frowning slightly but Harrow just smiled at you before turning himself in the bed and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. ♥ “There’s no way I would rather wake, love.” He reassured, settling back down beside you, content to just relax in bed for the morning. ♥ That is, until a knock came to the door. Your brows knitted at him, almost upset at the idea of abandoning the whim of laying around all day with your King. ♥ “‘Tis just the servants with breakfast, dear.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead.

Runaan x Reader ♠ Runaan didn’t own a fancy house or home, why would he? He was never home to occupy the humble cottage he had, he had no need for anything bigger. ♠ You found it homely - a bit musty - but homely. It was tucked away into nature, far enough from the city that no one would bother him or his people if they needed a place for downtime. ♠ You, did not at all believe him when he told you he would have a couple days to relax. You weren’t sure he knew what the word meant. ♠ He somehow managed to be a night owl and an early bird. How he managed to do all he did on six hours of sleep, you would never know. ♠ When you woke the next morning, it was to a small tray being sat before you. Breakfast. It appeared to be mostly fruit, a bit of oatmeal or grits, and moonberry juice. He sat down beside you with a bowl of his own, and gave a soft smile. ♠ “I’m sorry if I woke you too early. The oatmeal was going to get cold if I waited much longer.” He said. You sighed wistfully. ♠ “You know people typically sleep in on their days off right?” You asked, laughing as he scoffed playfully. ♠ “What if I want to spend time with you instead of sleep the day away?”

Heck yeah!

Runaan x Human!Prisoner

♠️You had little knowledge about what was going outside the dungeons, you’d been locked away for nearly a week after being accused - and found guilty of - stealing. The details mattered little, the Crown saw it as treason and you were lucky to still have your hands…and head. It doesn’t need to be said that being locked away in a dimly lit dungeon for four days is boring. It was chapped lips and sore wrists, it was a numb ass and a layer of filth on your skin. It was feeling the bags under your eyes because the rats scuttling and the guards patrolling kept you awake. It was hunger, but that’s not much of a change.    Then something interesting happened. A prisoner with three guards as an escort. An elf with a broken horn. An elf with a look of reluctant acceptance on his face. They threw him into his cell, chained him up just as they had you, and left the dungeon without so much as a word. You said nothing either. There was nothing to say.    Lord Viren, King Harrow’s right hand man made an appearance the next day. You watched him bring a plate piled high with fruits and some refreshment in a cup. Your mouth watered at the sight. The man denied it. In fact, he spent half an hour denying the food. Viren was infuriated, he yelled and the elf snapped back. You still had no idea what this man - this elf - was locked away for, but the fact that he got a personal audience with Lord Viren said something.    “Why did you say no?” You croaked, after the dungeon door slammed closed. The darkness that shrouded your cell made time stretch. He didn’t reply. “What’re you in here for, anyway?” This caught his attention. He turned his head towards you, brows knitted and lips down-turned.    “You haven’t heard?” He said, voice filled with bitterness. Filled with rage that was lost on you. You knew there was little he could do.    “The Town Crier doesn’t reach the dungeons, I’m afraid.” You reply dryly. The elf just scoffed in response. It would appear your conversation was over there.    That night, you got half a loaf of stale bread thrown through your bars, and the guard allowed you a cup of water. You didn’t touch the bread until you were free from the gaze of the guard. Then you ripped it in half and kicked half under the wall between you and the elf’s cell. “Starving is a painful death. Let’s hope for escape before that happens.” You said, leaning your head against the wall behind you and biting into the bread.    “Why have they locked you up?” he asked. He seemed rather uninterested but perhaps he was bored or something.    “Stealing.”    “Of course,” He scoffed. “Human’s always return to greed in their free time.”    “Perhaps I was only tired of watching my daughter go to sleep with an empty stomach.” You bit back. You were tired of trying to defend yourself, you knew you weren’t wrong. Well, mostly not-wrong. The only thing that made what you did wrong, was the fact that your daughter was hungry and without you.    “My daughter is without me as well.” the man hushed. “And it is all my fault.” You weren’t quite sure what to say. You didn’t know what the situation was. So you let the room be quiet. It was calming, almost reassuring.    “What’s your name?” You asked. When he didn’t respond, you feared he’d fallen asleep in the time you’d left him hanging. “I’m Y/N.”    “Runaan.” He said, and it almost sounded as if he’d been crying. You felt a pang of guilt at the thought.    “We’ll get out,” You hushed. “And we’ll find our children. I promise.”