Nena

“They say I’m too young to love you” If he ain’t graying he ain’t staying She/Her

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Whispers Beneath the Bodice

Summary: A young noblewoman, bound for the Red Keep, navigates her father’s ambitions and the suffocating rituals of courtly life, Though outwardly obedient, she quietly schemes to use marriage and circumstance as a means to claim her own power. Will Baelor Targaryen be that man?

A/N - Hope yall like it!!

Part 1

The man now standing before my eyes, whose features were those of Baelor Targaryen, eldest son of King Daeron II Targaryen, was looking at me in the way a butcher might look at his disgusting pig, aware that his own life would come to an end at his hands. From when I was a child, I had been told my role as a woman and as a princess was to get married and to give birth to his children, raising them as if they had no father should I ever have a little girl; and with regard to his sons, they were to be brought up as though the entire region had given him birth.

Even though neither of my parents had ever spoken about my betrothal, I knew the time was approaching, because I could feel the passage of time as my body began to change and I realised that I was no longer the little girl I had once been but had become a lady. Yet I was entirely content with this arrangement, since I had never loved and never would, unless I was informed that there was to be a ball in the Great Hall of the Red Keep, at which point I knew that something life-changing was going to happen.

“Mind that, Ashara, when you give them the sign—do you understand?”

My Septa whispered in my ear as my maid wrapped me in my long inner tunic. Her breath felt warm against my cold ears, which had carried secrets since I was born.

“ Septa Roelle, I shall employ my fan, and there I will appear a perfect and innocent princess.”

I speak without turning my head to face her, keeping my gaze forward as my maid wraps me tightly in a corset that leaves me breathless, shaping my body into the vision those men desire, their ideal lady. Septa Roelle withdraws, disappointment plain in her posture when I refuse to play along with her whispering games. Still, I suspect my maid has heard far worse than my subtle rebellion against a future husband who would control every aspect of my life.

“Then vouchsafe me thy knowledge, and enlighten my understanding therewith.”

Her words grate on me, especially as my maid struggles with the impossible task of reshaping my body with the corset, a cruel instrument of suffering for women like me.

“To set the handle to the lips means 'Kiss me,' and to place it on the left ear signifies 'I wish to be rid of thee,' if the man is, well, less than worthy of my time or beauty.”

I murmur the last part quietly, perhaps softer than I intend, while my maid lets out a small laugh and finishes dressing me in my bodice and walking gown. Her name is a secret I keep, for her husband is a wretch who poisoned her happiness until she found refuge here; I promised her my silence. She finds amusement where Septa Roelle does not, but that makes her laughter all the more precious.

"It will take seven to ten days to reach the Red Keep, as fortune allows, according to your brother and your father. Prince Maron Martell of Dorne will accompany us," my Septa announces, her tone resolute.

Whenever my father is mentioned, the air shifts; it always does. He is determined to see me kneel or rise as he wishes, and neither my maid nor my Septa can stop him.

"I have packed your garments in your traveling bag, my princess," my maid whispers, her eyes briefly meeting my Septa's. "Please, heed your Septa's counsel to fulfill your purpose."

They know, as they have known since the day of my birth, that I am determined to marry a wealthy man, no matter what kind of rat he may be, and become what my father wants: a queen. And if Baelor Targaryen can be that man, I will do anything to become what he wishes of a woman, even if I have to face those eyes head on.

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Emptiness and Ember Part 2

SUMMARY - A lonely prince, born into a world where every royal is destined to bond with a dragon, finds himself without a companion, haunted by a sense of emptiness and isolation. He meets a mysterious commoner whose presence awakens something deep within him.

A/N - Hope yall like it!!

PART 2

In ancient Greek tales, Phyllis was a Thracian princess who fell in love with Demophon, the brave King of Athens. She died of heartbreak and became an ordinary almond tree. Even as a young woman, Phyllis felt she would share this fate, dying before she could marry or have children. That certainty haunted her, casting a shadow over her days, as if destiny had already chosen her sadness. She wondered if her longing for love was foolish or somehow cursed, and she feared she would never know happiness for herself. Yet part of her clung to the hope that she was wrong, hoping against hope for a future different from the story told about her.

When she was ten, she dreamed of blood on her hands and beneath her feet. In the dream, a man with white hair stood before her, almost godlike, with intense eyes and a face like a perfect statue. He held a bloodied dagger.

She knew she was going to die by his hand. She tried to look around but could never figure out where she was or what led to her death. She could feel the pain of her wound but never looked down, either from fear or because she couldn't look away from her killer. He appeared in every dream, watching her like the moon, something beautiful yet frightening, making people wish for the sun to rise sooner.

She believed she would never see that man again until her parents made her attend a dance. When she saw him there, she felt it was fate. Even if she were meant to die by his hand, she would accept it. Being close to him and touching his skin felt like experiencing a glamorous life. Drawn to him as if under a spell, she found herself moving toward him, as if led by a powerful, intoxicating scent. When he rejected her, she only wanted him more.

I want to consume thee.

She has not known his name, and yet she wants him inside her, intertwined.

What the alas art thee declaring thee disgusting base w'rthy distaff

They danced as both souls intertwined into one, and the rhythm of the music changed from energetic to slow. Rather than loud music with every beat following feet. Neither faced away in shame of what had happened before, the altercation. They both faced each other, staring into each other's eyes, feeling that if they moved, the moment would be ruined in every way.

I haven't seen thee in mine own headeth, and mine own heart yearns for thy touch.

She whispers as her hand grips his hand harder on her right while Aerion’s hand grips her waist to her left in response. As they twirl once more, she eventually cuts their eye contact and looks above to see the ceiling, savoring the closeness they have. The ceiling looked familiar to Phyllis as an image she had seen multiple times, yet so boring that remembering it was putting effort.

I am h're in thy presence yet thee has't putteth m're focus on the alas flo'r than the prince infront of thou art thee p'rhaps sloweth

He was meant to be offending her, but she couldn't feel anything but grateful. Grateful he is talking to her. Looking at her. Touching her. With this, she knew she was supposed to be in his hands and share their body heat.

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Emptiness and Ember part 1

GIF by targaryenheretic

SUMMARY - A lonely prince, born into a world where every royal is destined to bond with a dragon, finds himself without a companion, haunted by a sense of emptiness and isolation. He meets a mysterious commoner whose presence awakens something deep within him.

A/N - Hope yall like it!!

PART 1

Aerion knew he could never be a dragon. In his world, dragons were more than legends—they were bonded to one chosen person from birth and offered them strength, purpose, and true love. Since he was born, he felt an emptiness inside that slowly consumed him each day, a hollow space where the presence of a dragon should have been. At first, he wanted it all to end. Why keep living when he watched his older brother lose his mind, while his parents loved each other? No one else seemed to feel the way he did. He wondered why he was the only one who felt worthless without a dragon. The one who was supposed to complete him, the one his whole life depended on, was now extinct. So he took out his anger on everyone around him. He bared his teeth, and at night, he looked up at the moon, hoping that something would come and finally make him feel whole.

So with this in mind, why is this woman looking at me like I was her world and sky alike?

Hello, mine own prince, wouldst thou like to marry me?

Her eyes were so beautiful and clear that Aerion knew he was a lost cause. At a banquet, with dancers around and people eating greedily, talking about the future, he knew he would never escape the consequences of his atrocious actions and that it would lead to his demise. Yet when she looked at me, my breath stopped, and I knew I wanted to become her husband. Yes, she wasn't Valyrian; she was born into a higher standard with money, but not to his standards.

I beg your pardon-

My own name is Phisli. If 't be true not I can und'rstand f'r thou art a prince, and I am a m're commoner.

Here, the voice is so delicate, and for a moment, the dancers stop dancing, the pigs stop talking and eating.

Wherefore shouldst I marry such a wench with no respect and no thing to give me except a womb and a child

Thou art an evil and disgusting sir; thou art not valorous to me.

She said, smiling at Aerion. She was older than him for a year, for Aerion had now turned 13, and she had been taller than him. Yet he was unsure, since his father hadn't questioned him about marriage.

If 't be true, I am nay valorous, wherefore shouldst thou propose such nimble-footed ideas to thy disgusting distaff?

Aerion spat at the woman, her smile unwavering since she arrived. That cunning expression reminded him of his youngest brother Aegon, always slipping away from home to chase freedom, wasting time as if life wasn’t a clock ready to strike midnight. Before the woman could reply, an older gentleman intervened, one of those leeches living off his father's generosity, eager to prevent any rumors about Aerion's elder brother being more than just a drunk but a notorious womanizer. Their family’s reputation had never recovered from the Dance of the Dragons.

The cautious man took the woman's wrist and offered Aerion a stiff, apologetic bow. But Aerion couldn’t let her go. She had entered his life and made him feel whole, as if there had never been an emptiness at all inside his body. How could he, a mere man obsessed with dragons, release her so easily? As the man tried to lead her away, Aerion caught her wrist. Her skin felt like steel beneath his hand, the faint ridges of old scars tracing her veins. The grip was rough, but beneath it, a tension lingered.

who is't art thou to take such a prestigious maiden by the wrist, for thou knowest how to treat a distaff of higher standing

Aerion spoke with a tone more commanding than merely disapproving, pulling his hand away, painfully aware of his own hypocrisy. He knew that holding her wrist in public was enough to fuel rumors. Instead, he silently extended his arm, inviting her to dance without a word. She accepted, knowing that to refuse a man was to invite judgment and to be considered "lesser." As they walked toward the dance floor, she glanced at Aerion as a man who seemed to shape the world with his own hands, carving reality to his will.

Come on, fig me m're f'r i has't nay problem taking all mine own prince i has't did start loving thy insults and that from which we speak.

Thee wh're how can thee liketh me calling thee a pig f'r thy visage resembles is like a toad, ugly and venemous and bacon-fed

Aerion whispers in her ear, moving like he had done this since he was a child. Phisli, lifts up her head to look at him directly and lets down her smile at last.

I want to consume thee.

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Emptiness and Ember

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SUMMARY - A lonely prince, born into a world where every royal is destined to bond with a dragon, finds himself without a companion, haunted by a sense of emptiness and isolation. He meets a mysterious commoner whose presence awakens something deep within him.

A/N - Hope yall like it. Pls give me more advice on how I can write him more accurately. Also this is before the shows canon events.

PART 0.5

Aerion knew he could never be a dragon. In his world, dragons were more than legends—they were bonded to one chosen person from birth and offered them strength, purpose, and true love. Since he was born, he felt an emptiness inside that slowly consumed him each day, a hollow space where the presence of a dragon should have been. At first, he wanted it all to end. Why keep living when he watched his older brother lose his mind, while his parents loved each other? No one else seemed to feel the way he did. He wondered why he was the only one who felt worthless without a dragon. The one who was supposed to complete him, the one his whole life depended on, was now extinct. So he took out his anger on everyone around him. He bared his teeth, and at night, he looked up at the moon, hoping that something would come and finally make him feel whole.

So with this in mind, why is this woman looking at me like I was her world and sky alike?

"Hello, mine own prince, wouldst thou like to marry me?"

Her eyes were so beautiful and clear that Aerion knew he was a lost cause. At a banquet, with dancers around and people eating greedily, talking about the future, he knew he would never escape the consequences of his atrocious actions and that it would lead to his demise. Yet when she looked at him, his breath stopped, and knew he wanted to become her husband.

"I beg your pardon-"

"My own name is Phisli. If 't be true not I can und'rstand f'r thou art a prince, and I am a m're commoner."

Here, the voice is so delicate, and for a moment, the dancers stop dancing, the pigs stop talking and eating.

"Wherefore shouldst I marry such a wench with no respect and no thing to give me except a womb and a child," He said dangerously towards her.

"Thou art an evil and disgusting sir; thou art not valorous to me."

She said, smiling at Aerion. She was clearly older than him, for Aerion had now turned 13, and she had been taller than him. Yet he was unsure if she was his betrothed after all, since his father hadn't questioned him about marriage yet.

TO BE CONTINUED

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“I have tattoos older than you”

Ok well my clothes just fell off

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TFW: I want to eat him alive 😮‍💨

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oh to be 13 years old again, staying up late to read fanfiction

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I'll Be Bare For You

Daotok x Arthit

Part 2

Synopsis: Daotok would do anything for Arthit, even if it meant baring himself completely: body, soul, and every secret he had ever kept.

Daotok sat, heart pounding, as Arthit knelt beside him. Daotok noticed the slight tremor in Arthit’s hands and mouth.

For a moment, neither moved. The only sound was the rush of their breathing, heavy with anticipation. Arthit reached out, fingertips tracing the outline of Daotok’s jaw. Daotok closed his eyes, letting himself feel every brush of skin, every shiver of nervous hope.

"We don’t have to rush," Arthit whispered, his voice low. "We can go slow."

Daotok opened his eyes and, for the first time in years, let himself believe in the possibility of something gentle.

Arthit finally slipped his shirt off, exposing himself to Daotok, maybe for the first time ever, truly revealing who he was. He'd had his own experiences, some with guys and some with girls, but none matched this aching need. Now, shirtless, he guided his cheek toward Daotok's lap, pressing his nose and mouth to his stomach.

"He was never worth your attention… such a stupid guy to lose you," Arthit whispered, resting his cheek against Daotok’s stomach while lifting his eyes to admire him, as if it was the last time he'd see him for a long time. Arthit feels sick. Not the kind where you just stay home, sweat, and feel tired. No, the kind of sick where your chest hurts like it might burst any second, and your hands get sweaty from nervousness.

"Can we not talk about him right now… especially now?" Daotok says to Arthit before grabbing a handful of his hair to see his face clearly. Daotok notices Arthit's eyes growing foggy and wet. Daotok feels it too, an aching, desperate longing for him. In all his years, he had never felt such a pleading need.

“You're right, he isn't even worth a mention,” Arthit smirks as some tears roll down his cheeks, not from sadness but from pure love and happiness. He stands up, then gently pushes Daotok down so he can lie fully on the bed, their bed. Daotok starts removing Arthit's pants and underwear, ready to completely give himself.

Arthit starts kissing Daotok like his life depends on it. Like a malnourished man finding water, Arthit is greedy for Daotok's lips. As they kiss, Daotok grabs Arthit's hair again, but with less force. Through this, Daotok communicates that he will stay, not just today, but for all future days.

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I'll Be Bare For You

Daotok x Arthit

Part 1 and 1.5 (SORRY IF IT'S BAD)

Synopsis: Daotok would do anything for Arthit, even if it meant baring himself completely: body, soul, and every secret he had ever kept.

Daotok knew he would never fall in love truly like his parents. He saw his parents' love every day during his childhood. But ever since his first heartbreak, when his ex-boyfriend left and never looked back, Daotok had taught himself to expect disappointment. Yet here he was standing in front of Arthit with nothing. No clothes, bare in his room, facing Arthit with what he once thought was never going to happen. Love. Not the beautiful and soft love, smelling like coffee in the morning, but the all-consuming yearning Daotok felt towards Arthit. Daotok’s back faced Arthit’s bed. Theirs? Daotok didn't know, nor did he have the ability to care for, his vision was completely captured by Arthit and his tattoo peeking over his shirt. Unlike Daotok, Arthit was fully clothed, standing before Daotok. There was an unbearable tension between them, for they knew a step back would lead to something big. A change. Both have had bad experiences with that concept. Arthit's silence, too, carried a shadow: the memory of his ex’s departure, consumed by the ghosts around him, silenced by the tension in Arthit’s room.

“I’ve only done this once…” Daotok murmured, his voice barely reaching Arthit as they held each other’s gaze, neither one taking that first step. Courage was never a word written into Daotok. The weight he carried was woven from shame at his own hesitance, a fear of wanting more than he deserved, and a longing that made every heartbeat ache. But maybe here, in front of Arthit, he could free himself, just a little, from that heaviness.

Arthit didn't respond, but he took a step forward as did Daotok, drawn in like something magnetic and ultimately inevitable. So close that, extending their necks, they would connect in ways both were nervous to do. One did it better than the other, but that didn't take away the fact that Arthit wasn't nervous.

“Me too,” He replied, gulping, and he started leading Daotok backward to the bed until he had to sit so he wouldn't fall backward.

Daotok sat, heart pounding, as Arthit knelt beside him. Daotok noticed the slight tremor in Arthit’s hands and mouth.

For a moment, neither moved. The only sound was the rush of their breathing, heavy with anticipation. Arthit reached out, fingertips tracing the outline of Daotok’s jaw. Daotok closed his eyes, letting himself feel every brush of skin, every shiver of nervous hope.

"We don’t have to rush," Arthit whispered, his voice low. "We can go slow."

Daotok opened his eyes and, for the first time in years, let himself believe in the possibility of something gentle.

Arthit finally slipped his shirt off, exposing himself to Daotok, maybe for the first time ever, truly revealing who he was. He'd had his own experiences, some with guys and some with girls, but none matched this aching need. Now, shirtless, he guided his cheek toward Arthit’s lap, pressing his nose and mouth to Arthit’s stomach.

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I'll Be Bare For You

Daotok x Arthit

Part 1

Synopsis: Daotok would do anything for Arthit, even if it meant baring himself completely: body, soul, and every secret he had ever kept.

Daotok knew he would never fall in love truly like his parents. He saw his parents' love every day during his childhood. But ever since his first heartbreak, when his ex-boyfriend left and never looked back, Daotok had taught himself to expect disappointment. Yet here he was standing in front of Arthit with nothing. No clothes, bare in his room, facing Arthit with what he once thought was never going to happen. Love. Not the beautiful and soft love, smelling like coffee in the morning, but the all-consuming yearning Daotok felt towards Arthit. Daotok’s back faced Arthit’s bed. Theirs? Daotok didn't know, nor did he have the ability to care for, his vision was completely captured by Arthit and his tattoo peeking over his shirt. Unlike Daotok, Arthit was fully clothed, standing before Daotok. There was an unbearable tension between them, for they knew a step back would lead to something big. A change. Both have had bad experiences with that concept. Arthit's silence, too, carried a shadow: the memory of his ex’s departure, consumed by the ghosts around him, silenced by the tension in Arthit’s room.

“I’ve only done this once…” Daotok murmured, his voice barely reaching Arthit as they held each other’s gaze, neither one taking that first step. Courage was never a word written into Daotok. The weight he carried was woven from shame at his own hesitance, a fear of wanting more than he deserved, and a longing that made every heartbeat ache. But maybe here, in front of Arthit, he could free himself, just a little, from that heaviness.

Arthit didn't respond, but he took a step forward as did Daotok, drawn in like something magnetic and ultimately inevitable. So close that, extending their necks, they would connect in ways both were nervous to do. One did it better than the other, but that didn't take away the fact that Arthit wasn't nervous.

“Me too,” He replied, gulping, and he started leading Daotok backward to the bed until he had to sit so he wouldn't fall backward.

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FOR SENIORS HOW DO YALL STILL CARE ABOUT YOUR GUYS GRADE AFTER APPLYING TO COLLEGES

Pls add tips for me 😭

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WHY TF IS EVERYBODY WHO I KNOW WHO ARE SUPER ACHIEVERS GETTING REJECTIONS

I SHALL MAKE A STRONG EMAIL TO COLLEGES IMMEDIATELY

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how i feel trying to find angst but only finding smut

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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