#vaith

Cassella le Voi (VO : Vaith) est une otage dornienne qui fut escortée à Port-Réal par le futur Aegon IV Targaryen, qui s’éprend d’elle. Elle devient sa maîtresse. Quand les Dorniens se révoltent en 160, les otages doivent être exécutés et Cassella est conduite par Aegon qui s’est lassé d’elle. Elle est graciée par le roi Baelor Ier et reconduite à Dorne. Elle y passera le reste de ses jours à attendre le retour d’Aegon.

This picture is based off a conversation between @choisgirls and I. So! What do I do? Write a fic to go with it. Hope you enjoy!! ******************************************** The day had been pretty normal. Nothing had been different, Hailey and Saeran were bickering as per usual, Vanderwood was being grumpy, and me? I was bouncing between mediator and instigator. Poking fun at the three was always fun, obviously it was purely for fun and never harsh.

With Saeran I would tease him about his tsundere attitude towards Hailey, and with Vanderwood? I would shameless flirt just to get a reaction from them, many times it ended up back firing though. But, my favorite person to mess with was Hailey, this girl refused to see how amazing she was so, what does any best friend do? I murder her with compliments on the reg.

It was our daily compliment fight that started it all, we were shouting compliments and fighting words at each other. And once again, Hailey wouldn’t admit that she was cute as fuck, so, I pull out the big guns. Saeran.

“SAERAN COME DEAL WITH YOUR GIRL! SHE WON’T ACCEPT THAT SHE’S CUTE!” I yell, while pointing at the person refusing to see reason.

“WHAT THE FUCK, FAITH? You can’t sick Saeran on me!” Hailey flails as she looks for a hiding spot.

“I just did! Saeran! Tell her! She’s cute!” Saeran simply folds his arms across his chest and glares, unamused.

“Saeran! NO!” Hailey dives under the kitchen table.

“VANDERWOOD! STOP HER!” Hailey, is pointing at me ,while curled under the table.

“VANDERWOOD WON’T DO SHIT!” I shout, glancing quickly at them before flinching slightly. Shit.

“What was that, Faith?” They say, quirked eyebrow and all. I gasp dramatically. I reach down and pull on Hailey’s arm.

“Babe, you gotta save me. They’re going to tase me.” I try and pull Hailey out but she refuses to budge.

“You brought this on your self, idiot.” Saeran says. I scowl at him and he scoffs. I continue to pull on Hailey’s arm.

“Ah… come out please.” Hailey just shakes her head.

“NO I LIVE HERE NOW!” She moves farther under the table, much to my dismay.

“Hailey please! I need help!” I continue to try and pull her out. I can feel the boys stares on my back, raising the hairs there. Fuck.

“Hey, is there…. Is there room in there for one more?” I whisper, glancing between Hailey and the two men. Hailey beams and pats the floor next to her. I dive under, half hiding behind her and glaring at the others.

“Faith, we should make a fort.” She laughs and we both dart out from underneath the table. We collect as many blankets, and pillows, and snacks as we can find.

We hastily throw a blanket on top the table, as well as pile the rest underneath along with the pillows and snacks. We look at each and grin. Nodding, I dart out once more. I come back with a marker and cardboard and hand it Hailey, she quickly writes out what we silently agreed upon and hands it to me. Grinning I hold up our new sign

NO BOYZ

Both Hailey and I burst into uncontrollable laughter at the look on our boy’s faces. Hailey and I stayed under the table for the rest of the day, snuggling, eating snacks and watch anime on a laptop. And the boys? They just glared at us from across the room.

That was, until Saeran had enough and dragged Hailey out. Apparently, the little edgelord was getting a wee bit jealous. Both of them are so cute.

I glance over and see Vanderwood still sitting on the couch, arms folded, staring at me. They smirk and I flush. Shit. They stride over and squat down so that we are eye level.

This one is for @a-mess-of-a-princess , who is a new friend of mine. A good pal, a salty buddy, always willing to talk buddy. Also as a kind of apology for getting you into 17 with me im not sorry about that at all lmao

I hope you enjoy!!! I love you!!💛

[ Word Count: 1589 | Prompt: The world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. ]

Ngl… this was based loosely off a true story. I fucking hate chicken.

Fic under the cut because it is kinda long 

I fucking hatechickens. Everyone who knows me, knows my fiery burning hatred for those wingedbeasts. The only time I like them, is after they have met my skillet, and arelaying next to some veggies and rice. So, when I walk outside and see achicken, right by my door. I am livid.

I storm backinside, much to the astonishment of Vanderwood who was sitting on the couchreading. I walk straight up to them and yank their taser right off their belt,well I try to anyway. Their reflexes are much faster than mine. I put at themand they simply quirk their eyebrow at me.

“What are youdoing?” They say as they cross their arms and look up at me.

“There is achicken outside, I’m going to tase it.” I huff as I put out my hand, asking forthe taser. They simply scoff and stand up.

“There is not achicken out there, you’re crazy.” They roll their eyes as they head towards thedoor.

“I’m only crazyfor you babe.” I giggle as they stop in their tracks. They turn and glare atme.

“Stop with thelame ass pick up lines Faith.” They start towards the door once more.

I mumble ‘never’under my breath as they open the door. I see them freeze in front of me, I pokemy head around them. My jaw drops at the sight I see, not only is there morethen one chicken now, they seem to be very angry chickens. I gulp as I hidemyself further behind Vanderwood, I glare at the chickens as I place my handson Vanderwood’s hips.

“Faith, what didyou do?” They are still staring at the chickens and I do not wanna see theirface.

“What? What makesyou think I did anything?” I turn my glare to them and they shake their head.

“It must have beenyou! I sure as hell didn’t know anything.” They turn towards me part way andpoints. “Those birds look angry as fuck, what did you do?”

“I didn’t knowanything! I haven’t even left the house! And they are chickens!” I am waving myarms frantically. What the fuck? I didn’t do anything. I was literately justtrying to leave. Rude ass

“They are birds,Faith! Not chickens!” They are pointing at them now, glaring at me.

“Chickens arebirds, babe! What the fuck.” I huff and fold my arms. Sheesh.

“Oh wow, what abrilliant observation Faith. But these,” They gently grab my face and turn ittowards the chickens. Oh… there’s A chicken, singular. There is a variation ofmany different types of birds. There is even a peacock. What the actual fuck.

“Oh… well, why isthere birds in our front yard?” I turn to look at them and they roll theireyes.

“Well if I knewthat, idiot, we wouldn’t be standing here talking about it now would we?” Iflinch slightly at their tone and glare up at them.

“Drop the attitude,jerk. I didn’t do anything. We’ll figure it out.” I huff as I walk past thebirds. I glare at the chicken who tried to peck at my ankles as I walk past. Istop and stare at it for a bit before mumbling ‘little bitch’ under my breath,much to Vanderwood’s amusement. I look over when I hear their laugh. I flip themoff before trying the walk past the rest of them, but they wouldn’t budge. I couldn’tjust kick them that’s rude. I just stand there before trying to go back insidebut, they have blocked off my exit. I look up at Vanderwood in a panic but theyare just standing there, their hand over their mouth trying not to laugh.

I look down andlock eyes with the chicken and I know. I know this chicken wants me dead, but Ihave no idea why. In one swift movement it jumps, trying to get high enough tolack onto my glasses. Unfortunately for me, it reaches my face. It’s claws wrapround my glasses and my hair, it’s wings flapping away at my face.  I feel myself scream as the other birds flytowards me as well, some latch into my pants, others my shirt. I feel tearsstream down my face as I flail, trying to get them off. I fall on my ass as Itrip over one of the birds. I vaguely heat Vanderwood and another voice yellingin the background, I can barely hear them over my own screams. I hear anothernoise and the birds fly away, well the ones that can. The only one that staysis the chicken on my face. I feel someone pull and I yelp, the chicken stillhas a loose grip on my hair. I feel another hand untangle the strands andsuddenly I’m free.

I take a deepbreath and look up, I see Vanderwood standing there holding the cursed chickenand Seven. His eyes are wide and fearful as he glances between me and Vanderwood.They hand the chicken over to Seven before kneeling down beside me. They glanceat Seven once more.

“I will deal withyou, later.” They turn back to me, their face softening. They slide one hand undermy knees and the other around my back. They grunt slightly as the pick me up, Ihastily wrap my arms around their neck and squeak.

“No, put me down!I can walk!” They simply glare at me as they carry me into the house, leavingSeven standing there with a chicken.

Once insideVanderwood places me on couch and goes to get the first aid kit. I finallyrealize I’m bleeding slightly in a few places. When they get back they sit infront of me, and they gently take my arm. They begin to clean any cuts andbandage them up. We are silent for a while before I sigh.

“It’s okay, youcan laugh.” I glare down at them and roll my eyes when I see the smile spreadacross their face.

“I would never.”Their smile only widens with their words.

“It was prettyfunny.” I giggle as I think back on it. “Although, I was fucking terrified.”Their smile falters when they hear me.

“I really am goingto tase him.” Vanderwood’s eyebrows furrow.

“What did he do?”Vanderwood rolls their eyes and looks up at me.

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