Always Be YourSelf

❄️🩰Aurora|She/her|18+🩰❄️

[princess-aurora2]

Hey, my name is Aurora and some people call me Rora🌷

I don’t feel comfortable putting my age online - 18+

She/her, Estonian 🇪🇪

I love ice hockey, ballet and tennis 🏒🩰🎾

Never anonymous I believe in open communication

I DON’T support

ICE, Trump or his supporters

A.I. or Plagiarism

Racism or any of the phobias

P-files, R-pists or anything along those lines

Positive vibes only

Love,Rora.

[imnotcryingyouare1]

Princess

He loves calling you princess

Targ!reader, you want a baby! Pinning from both sides!!! Not proofread and written on codeine

“Can I keep him?” You ask Rhaenyra while you hold a 5 moon old Jace in your arms, during your father’s nameday picnic. Everyone mulling about in the gardens, your father speaking with Otto while you sit with your sister and nephew.

“No he’s mine.” Rhaenyra laughs happy you love her son so much, you always offering to look after him.

“But I want one.” You whine, not wanting to deal with finding a husband when all you want is the child.

“Get your own then.”

“I’m trying, do you know how difficult it is to find a man tolerable enough to marry?” You pout, having had the worst conversation with a Lannister earlier that day, him comparing you to a brood mare.

“Very difficult from what I remember.” She smiles loving that it’s your turn to go through the marriage mart, her also finding it dreadful.

“Exactly, so let me have Jace and you can keep the next.” You offer, kissing the top of the babes brown hair. Loving your nephew more than anything.

“No, give me my son back.” Rhaenyra says giving you a look, so you reluctantly give her the boy back.

“You’re so mean.” You pout, picking up a piece of cucumber to eat. “I don’t know why laenor agreed to marry you.”

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.” Rhaenyra says dryly before looking past you. “Is that Alicent’s brother? I didn’t know he was visiting.”

“Wait, Gwayne’s here?” You ask looking around and finding him stood to the side of the gardens holding baby Helaena. The little silver haired girl playing with his hair while he bounces her, taking to his sister. “Oh.”

“I take it you’ve found what you’re looking for?” Rhaenyra ask a smirk visible on her face knowing you’ve had a crush on Gwayne since you were children.

“He looks so hot holding Helaena.” You mumble to yourself, Rhaenyra laughing at your declaration. “I’ll have his babies.”

“Still not over that crush then?”

“Shut up.” You blush throwing a piece of cucumber at her. Which just makes her laugh harder. Your sister being evil like that.

-

“Ser.” You greet, small smile on your lips while you walk past Gwayne. You on your way to visit Rhaenyra, trying again to steal her son. Despite for cuddles, Gwayne unknowingly doing similar as he’s looking for his niece. The man adoring Helaena, looking forward to when he can have children of his own.

“Princess, it’s good to see you again.” He says smiling at you, having missed you.

“Me too, I mean it’s good to see you as well.” You correct hoping he doesn’t realise how flustered he makes you. “What are you doing in kingslanding?”

“Do you want me to leave so quickly princess?” He teases, smirk on his stupidity handsome face, loving to make you flustered.

“What no! I mean, are you just visiting your sister or is there a reason?” You ask awkwardly, just wanting to continue talking to him.

“I’m just teasing princess.” Gwayne reassures. “And truthfully my father is trying to find me a wife.”

“Really? I’m looking for a husband.” You respond quickly, not thinking before you speak. Finding it very annoying that your brain appears to stop working when around the knight.

“You must have a lot of options then.”

“Not really, most if not all are dreadfully dull and I want to have children not just an heir to carry on their family name.”

“You do?” He asks his smile growing, him happy you also want children not a dynasty. “What a coincidence I do too.”

“That’s brilliant, you’d made adorable babies.” You say without thinking, eyes going wide when you realise what you just told him.

“Would I?” He laughs loving the look on your face. “I think you’d make beautiful children as well princess.” He says, secretly wishing to have those children with you. But as the son to a second son he knows a princess as beautiful as you could do much better. “I should take my leave, I have a meeting to attend but it was nice seeing you princess.”

“You too.” You say blushing when he talked your hand and kisses the back of it looking at you while he does so. You unaware that the ‘meeting’ is just cooing over Helaena and asking his sister if he can keep her.

-

“Father?” You ask entering his chambers, wanting to talk with him in private. Grateful he’s just working on his model city.

“Yes dear?” He says offering you a smile before gesturing to the seat next to him. “Sit, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“How do you know something’s on my mind?” You ask in confusion, unsure how he could possibly know.

“You look like you did when you’d come to me asking for your mother, wanting to ask her something.” He says, a reminiscing smile on his face. You not wanting to think of her as you know you’ll just end up getting upset about how he treated her and caused her death. Still loving your father but knowing you’ll never forgive him.

“What do you know of Ser Gwayne’s possible marriage matches?” You ask changing the subject, briefly thinking of when your mother used to tease you about your crush on the boy. Back when he was just a squire for his cousin and attending tourneys.

“That’s Otto’s son correct? Nothing really, I’m more focused on finding you a husband.” He says going back to working on his model, knowing Otto mentioned something about his son today. The king just not remembering. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” You answer quickly, turning to look at what he’s been working on with his model city. “It’s just, he’s kind is all.”

“Is he?”

“Yes, and some might say handsome.” You say absently picking up the piece your father was looking for.

“Are you some?” He asks a memory hitting him of you telling your mother how handsome the Hightower squire was at one of the tourneys for Rhaenyra’s nameday a few years ago.

“Maybe.”

“Do you wish to marry him?”

“I was just wondering if he was an option given he’s the son to a second son.” You respond deliberately not answering his question.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you father.” You say kissing his cheek before leaving to tell your sister everything.

-

“Princes.” Gwayne greets later that night, finding you hiding on a balcony while everyone else is at the ball. You just wanting a moment of peace before going back to having to talk to men you don’t care about.

“Ser.” You say softly, offering him a small smile as he joins you looking out at the bay, you just stood next to each other in silence for a few moments.

“I’ve heard some rumors that someone would be interested in marrying me, do you know anything of that?” He asks with a grin breaking the silence.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Ser.” You respond acting oblivious, not looking at him despite him not taking his eyes off you.

“Of course you don’t, well if you find this girl tell her that I wouldn’t be aposed as I think she’s beautiful.” He says softly, thinking you look stunning in this light, your dress almost sparkling in the moonlight. “I’ve thought it for years.”

“Really?” You ask finally looking at the man.

“Really.” He confirms cupping your cheek in his hand, wanting nothing more than to kiss you. “And I desperately wish to kiss her but her but I’d never dishonor her like that.”

“What if she wants you too?” You whisper placing your hand over his. “What if she’s wanted to kiss you since you from the first moment you met.”

“Then I’d say I was wishing the same.” He whispers back, looking at your lips. “May I kiss you princess?”

“You never have to ask.” You say pulling him into a kiss, his lips just as soft as you’d imagined.

[imnotcryingyouare1]

The first grandbaby

Could totally see a daughter of Baelor and younger sister of Valarr giving him a grandson after Ashford (he did not die) where his daughter is wed to Lyonel - @simonedk thank you for the idea 🥰🥰🥰

Content: labor, fem!reader

“My dear be careful.” Lyonel laughs seeing you attempt to run to meet your father, Baelor having just arrived in the courtyard. The prince coming to visit to see you and the babe you’re carrying. Your labors being predicted to happen any day now. “He will be here for at least a moon.”

“I’m excited, I’ve missed him.” You say reluctantly slowing, not willing to admit you needed to stop anyway.

“I know but I’d like my wife not to fall flat on her face.” He laughs throwing an arm over your shoulders and walking with you at a slow pace. “Your father can wait a moment.”

-

“Father!” You shout when you spot him waiting for you. Him meeting you near the doors, not wanting you to over exhaust yourself.

“Darling.” He say softly pulling you into a gentle hug, kissing your cheek while he does so. “My little dragon isn’t so little anymore.” He tells you when he pulls away to look at you properly, you not the little girl who used to hide under his desk when playing with your brothers anymore. “How do you feel?”

“Good, the babe won’t stop moving around though.” You respond massive smile on your face, not having seen your father in moons. “I blame Lyonel.”

“What can I say, our child is a storm.” Lyonel teases, standing just behind you. Giving you a little bit of privacy to greet the prince.

“Lord Lyonel.” Baelor says nodding at the lord in greeting. The pair not having spoken since the wedding.

“Your Grace.” Lyonel reply’s the the prince, not doing a proper greeting but Baelor not caring.

“Come father, let me show you the nursery.”

-

“I fucking hate you!” You cry as a contractions hits, Lyonel holding your hand. Him refusing to leave when anyone told him to.

“I know you do my dear.” He says softly knowing you’re just in a lot of pain and that you don’t actually hate him. You telling him you love him multiple times a day.

“Fuck! Make it stop!”

“Do your breathing exercises.” He suggests, the maester saying you only have a few more pushes.

“Do your breathing exercises.” You mock, having been doing the dumb exercises all day and still being in a fuck ton of pain. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing!”

-

“He’s perfect.” You whisper looking down at your son, the boy being born this a head full of hair.

“He is.” Lyonel agrees, sat next to you on the bed. Your son wrapped in a yellow blanket you made. You both intrupted from fawning over your son when there’s a knock at the door.

“My lord the prince wishes to enter.”

“Send him in.” You respond before Lyonel can, him wanting to check you’re ok with it first.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Your father asks checking on you first, you being his baby. Sitting on the side of the bed and feeling your temperature by pressing the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Im good, meet your grandson.” You say smiling, not wanting to mention how uncomfortable you are. Knowing there’s nothing he or Lyonel can do to help.

“Hello, little prince.” He whispers taking the babe into his arms, the boy having a head full of brown hair. “What’s his name?”

“Lorax.”

“It’s perfect, prince Lorax Baratheon.” He says smiling down at the babe, letting you take him back before he looks at your husband. “Thank you.”

“What?” Lyonel asks in response, having no clue why is father by law if thanking him. You doing all the actual work. “What did I do?”

“You make my daughter happy.” Baelor explains, forever grateful for Lyonel as he makes you smile more than he’s ever seen. “And you saved me in Ashford, if you hadn’t pushed me out the way, I dread to think what could have happened.”

“Oh, truthfully I didn’t even know Maekar was swinging at you, I just wanted a chance to push you.” Lyonel admits, deciding he best be honest.

“Lyonel!” You whisper shout, thinking your husband is being a moron.

“That’s understandable.” Baelor says with a small laugh, having suspected that to be the case.

“What?” You ask your father thinking you must be hallucinating after giving birth.

“He asked me if he could marry you the day before the fight, I said no.” Baelor explains, looking now at the very thing he originally opposed. Happy he changed his mind.

“You wanted to marry me then? We only met the night before.” You say looking at your husband in shock, not knowing he wanted to marry you then. You thinking it was a decision he made later, after the fight.

“I know.” He says soft smile on his face as Lorax starts crying in your arms. Your husband kissing your cheek before stealing your son from your arms. “Oh my little storm, are you not the center of attention? Poor boy.”

-

“I love you.” You whisper falling asleep, the nursemaid watching Lorax so you can sleep.

“I love you too.” He says tucking you in and giving you a kiss before leaving. “Now get some sleep.”

-

“Wine?” Lyonel asks the prince, finding the man on one of the balconies looking out at the raging sea. Clearly deep in thought.

“Please.” Baelor says taking the wine of the man. This reminding him of when your mother gave birth and he stood on the balcony later that night with his father. “He looks like you.”

“He has your eyes.” Lyonel counters, looking out at the view. “Is fatherhood meant to be this terrifying?”

“Yes.” His father by law answers, giving the man a small smile. “The more terrified you are the better you’re doing.”

“Good to know.”

[imnotcryingyouare1]

The holiday

In which Gwayne accidentally invites his sister’s family on your getaway for his nameday.

“No.” You say eyes close while you relax in the hot springs, hearing your guard announce your husband’s arrival. Just wanting a moment of peace and relaxation before having to deal with the word again. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Please, I’ll be quiet I just need a break from everyone else.” Gwayne practically begs, having had enough of his family. His father, sister and her children unexpectedly joining you for your husband’s nameday trip. Daeron being the only one invited as he lives with you and was planning on spending a few days with your cousins children. Your cousin owning the property half a mile away. “I fear I’m going insane.”

“Fine.” You relent knowing your husband will just stand there looking all sad until you let him join you. “But it’s your fault they’re here anyway.”

“I didn’t invite them.” He reminds you, stripping before joining you in the water immediately relaxing from the heat.

“No but you told them where we were going.” You counter giving your husband a look when he pulls you into his arms.

“I thought Alicent deserved to know we were talking her son on holiday with us.” He say defending himself slightly. Regretting tell her as soon as the letter got sent.

“Then that is all you tell her, not that we’re going to be in Dorne between these dates at my wife holiday home in lemonwood.”

“I’m sorry.” He say feeling guilty he unintentionally ruined the little family getaway you had planned with him and Daeron. “I do feel as though I’ve been punished enough though.”

“How so?” You ask straddling his lap, having missed having your husband all to yourself.

“Father and Alicent keep asking when we’re having children and Aegon and Aemond have been causing issues with the servants.” He complains having had to apologise to the servants multiple times. “Helaena has also taken over the on of the spare chambers and made it into a bug room.”

“Ask your father why does he think we came on holiday and set up days where Daeron will be out and just leave Helaena to it, she’s happy.”

“You want me to tell my father that we were planning on making love the whole time we were away?” He asks you raising an eyebrow at you, the man refusing to call sex fucking thinking it’s demeaning. Him loving you no matter the type of sex you have.

“Yes.”

“I won’t be doing that.” He says with a laugh, picturing the shocked and disgusted look on his father’s face if he did.

“Boring.” You tease before kissing him.

-

“I love you.” Gwayne says absentmindedly playing with your hair while you cuddle on the sofa reading in your private solar.

“I love you too.” You respond, giving him a soft smile, you both getting interrupted as the doors get pushed open and your ginger boy is stood in the doorway. Looking so much like his uncle when he wants to hide.

“Aunt, uncle can I hide in here with you? Everyone is driving me crazy.” Daeron asks softly, having just been stuck in a very awkward conversation with his brother. Aegon wanting to visit a pleasure house.

“Of course sweetheart.” You say happy your boy wants to be with you and Gwayne. You having been friends for years before marrying. So you played a part in raising the boy when he moved to old town. “You can always join us.”

“Why did you tell them we were coming uncle Gwayne?” The boy say joining the cuddle pile, not happy that Alicent, Otto and his brothers have joined. Him having to problem with Helaena.

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“Next time can we not tell anyone?” He asks, just wanting an actual family holiday.

“Yes.” You and Gwayne respond in unison having already asked for a private dinner, with just Daeron and your husband. The servants happy to agree.

[princess-aurora2]

Hey, how is everyone??? This will hopefully be the last post about this, but sadly kathrinesblog1202 has created another account kathieleewrites. She’s already stealing I recognized the work. sorry for clogging the tags.

Edit 1: her other acount is kittykat12writes the proof is with edit 2 under read more

Please reblog to reach more people, block her and tell NHL writers so they can do the same.

She also confessed to stealing to a 19yr old (who doesn’t want to be tagged) she sent me the screenshots.

I’d like to add for if she or anyone else who takes without consideration, that there is a difference between taking inspiration and plagiarism. If you took inspiration more that a few words different and would hold minor similarities e.g. theme/concept or word choice. Plagiarism is taking something and presenting as your own when it’s not.

Proof under the the line/view thingy

The missing message before your putting word in my mouth was “but that’s not what you said” I don’t want to add more photos

Edit2: her other account proof

[princess-aurora2]

Hey, sorry for clogging the tags, but can people tag the original authors of the stolen fanfics only if you recognized them. I found a way for her acount or posts taken down but it has to be reported by the original authors with links to the story and I have the screenshots of the other stolen stories. Sorry for making a second post about this.

Thank you to the person who sent the new information and screenshots to me. Could someone tell if these accounts are fake that she created? They are the only ones that mass reblog or like her pinned introduction post.

How to report is under the cut. (Because this is long) it also has to be reported by the original writer. It has links and screenshots so you don't have to collect much evidence yourself.

How to report:

Collect links and screenshots of both the original and stolen

Report the account with the copyright and select that you are the original.

Add the links but add who is the original and who isn't

Or you can reach out to tumblr via email [email protected]

Screenshots and links to the stolen work:

[princess-aurora2]

Hey, I don’t normally make post’s from this account, but there is an “author” kathrinesblog1202 and kathieleewrites who is taking work from other writers on here. She deleted my comment to someone asking if they had seen the story before or was it a repost, I had told them the name of the original author. I dislike people who take and claim things as their own, even if they only change a few things to try and pass it off as something they wrote.

Edit1: her other account is kittykat12writes evidence at edit2

If the author of the original wants this taken down I will.

I will put screen shots. Could people from the fandoms tagged please block this person so they don’t steal from you. Please reblog to reach more people

Stolen:

Original:

Edit 2:

[birdiewritesstuff]

Shine

Dad!Will Smith x Mom!reader

Summary: The fans love Wills girlfriend and his son. More than him, it seems..

A/N: SOSOSOSOSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO FRICKING LONG!!! I am not home right now and I get super car sick. anon that requested this..i

Will thought that he couldn't love anything like he loved hockey, he didn't think he could love anything more than hockey.

But then he met you.

Then you had your son.

Will knew that hockey was last on his list. It didn't come close to you, to your son and his family.

He loved having your son, Grayson, at games. And at practices, he would never pressure Gray to join hockey, though he would be overjoyed if he decided to join later.

The fans loved you guys. Their were obviously a handful of fans who were jealous and hateful, but the support buried those comments and videos. They adored you guys and would not let jealous teen girls make you or your son unsafe.

In public, it was different. It wasn't bad, but you got approached and asked where Will was and if Macklin was with him.

At games, however, fans could not get enough of you and little Gray.

"You wanna go say hi to Sharkie, Gray?" You asked, pressing a kiss to the giggly boy.

"Shark! Fluffy shark!" He squealed.

You smiled and walk around the halls near the locker rooms, waiting for Will to come get his good luck kisses.

You walk out to the main area, on the hunt for Sharkie, when you spotted him with some fans. You wait a little off to the side, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Mama, Shark!" He bounced in your arms and you gently bounce him.

"He's talking to his friends, baby." You press kisses to his head as he reached for Sharkie.

You hold him to your chest until the fans walked away from Sharkie, you give them a polite smile as they glace at you, they stop and gape at you.

"Oh my god, you're Wills girlfriend!" One of the girls, wearing a 2 jersey, ask, saying your name.

"And is this Grayson?" The other girl, who was wearing a 71 jersey, asks, smiling widely.

"Yes, he is." You smile, a little awkward but happy to talk to Wills fans.

"Can we get a picture?" The first girl asked.

You hesitate. "I mean no offence, but I don't like strangers having pictures of my kid.."

The girls eyes widen and she raises her hands. "No, no, I totally get it! Sorry.." She murmured sheepishly.

"No worries. I think warmups are almost over, so Will would be out soon." You smile politely and bid a goodbye before walking over to Sharkie.

Grayson squeals, giggling as he reaches for Sharkie. Sharkie, recognizing you and him, takes the boy and holds him up. He pretends to eat him, making the boy giggle and kick his legs.

You smile as you watch this and you take out your phone and snap a picture. One of the girls from before, the one wearing Macklins jersey scoffs.

You glance at her but ignore her as you turn back to taking pictures of Grayson and Sharkie messing around.

"Hypocrite.." She mutters.

"Sorry?" You ask, you look at Sharkie and he nods slightly, continuing to mess with Grayson and you turn to the girl. "Is there a problem?"

"You said you didn't want pictures of your kid and then you take pictures of him."

You were about to reply but you feel a hand, well a fin, on your shoulder. You turn to Sharkie and take Grayson back as he shakes a finger at the girl.

You decide that it wasn't that big of a deal and walk back towards the tunnels. You see Mack, Toff, and Delly all dog piling Will outside the locker room.

Grayson squirms in your arms. "Daddy!"

Will immediately turns and tries to get nearly six hundred pounds of hockey players off him.

"Hey! Baby shark is here, get off me, fuc- amazing teammates!" Will sends you a sheepish glance.

The three get off him and greet you and Grayson before giving the family some privacy.

Will jogs and takes Grayson from you carefully. "Can daddy have some kisses?"

Grayson shakes his head dramatically. "Mommy first or Sharks lose!"

Will nods very seriously and gives you a kiss. He peppers some all over your face before turning to Grayson. "Shark attack!"

Grayson giggles and Will kisses all over his face. You watch with a soft smile. Grayson sees Macklin behind Will and he jumps in Wills arms.

"Macky! Macky!" He looks at you and Will.

Macklin grins and gently takes Grayson from Will. "Hey, baby shark!"

Macklin looks at you. "Mind if I bring him to the locker room? Baby shark good luck?"

You smile and nod. "Don't let anyone give him candy!"

Macklin doesn't answer but gives you a smile that makes it known he heard you, but no one was going to listen.

Will distracts you with a soft and real kiss, pulling away. "How are you, baby?"

You sigh and press your forehead to his chest. "I'm good, a fan was being a little rude but not bad. Sharkie handled it."

"You mean he finned it?" Will smiles, finding his joke clever and funny.

You deadpan. "Making you a dad was an awful decision. It made these awful dad jokes start."

Will shakes his head. "The only you let me fuck you raw is because I made a joke."

You grin and pull him down to your face. "The only reason I let you hit raw is because you had a big di-"

"Baby shark is back!" Toff called out.

You and Will smile and you take Grayson back. You squint your eyes at Toff. "Where's the candy?"

He shakes his head and pretends to zip his mouth and throw away the key. You hear some yell for Will and you give him a finally kiss. "Good luck!"

"Good luck, daddy!" Grayson says.

You kiss Graysons cheek and walk out of the tunnel.

You find your seats and when the Sharks skate you, you find Will immediately and vice versa. He smiles and taps his stick.

Grayson lifts both arms and waves.

Hockey didn't even come close to this, Will thought.

Not at all.

[stopgenai67]

ai use in nhl x reader fanfics

hi everyone of nhl hrpf/x reader tumblr! there is something that should be brought to your attention!

unfortunately i have found out that a popular author on here has been using ai in her fanfiction.

it started when innocent little me opened the nhl x reader tag and went to latest, and saw that one of my favourite authors had posted a fic! lucky me!

i pressed keep reading, and was greeted with the sight of an ai prompt response instead of real human writing. picture below:

it reads:

i can write this with the exact same vibe, but i have to do it as a fully fictional hockey character named mack rather than the real person.

here’s part one: all tension, history, bad decisions, the initial hookup, and her leaving in the morning because feeling too much is scarier than leaving first

hmmmm, concerning.

i was really shocked and taken aback because i really enjoyed this persons writing! so i sent in an ask to try and clarify what this was. maybe it was a mistake.

after the ask was sent, this person proceeded to...

delete that part of their fic:

and update their pinned post to include ai use:

here is the updated version:

i'm honestly just confused and frustrated at the fact that this person used ai for at least some of their fic, got asked about it, and proceeded to try and do damage control instead of owning up to it. this is a very popular author on this app and multiple of their fics have 1000+ notes.

i feel a bit blindsided, as well. if you are going to use ai in your fics, i think you should disclose that and not try and pass it off as your own intellectual property. i don't mean any harm by this post, i just want to warn others on this app as i always want to support writers who write their own fanfiction.

i am tagging some other authors on here to spread the word. please reblog! bye :)

@wannabehockeygf @pucksandpower @rinkmuse @wcters @deepvend