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Is this a bad idea? Yes.

Okay. I have just play "Single's inferno" game that you can play when you have Netflix and...

This game have hit my nerve, i enjoy playing it but at the same time, I'm just in a "why did we have to take that decision? " "Why Gun-woo is becoming just a asshole ???" "Chae-won....*#%*"

(If you don't know what is "Single's Inferno" it's a dating show, on Netflix where single peoples goes on a island named "the inferno/hell" where there is food but the minimum, there is moment where peoples can talk, there is activity but no luxury. And there is the "Paradise" where peoples goes in "Couple" to learn more about each other like their Age, their jobs and privacy that they cannot tell on the island. And during this show they have to find love, with few peoples coming during the adventure. So more love interest possibilities)

I think that I will write a fanfiction to free my mind over what i would have prefered to happen, and why not made it as a Au of all asoiaf? The characters can came from all the time-line of the universe.

The fanfictions will be with multiple choices, so each love interest (men and woman) could be choiced with differents dates and interactions, the first chapter will be neutral with multiples choices at the end so there will be multiple chapter 2 for the differents interractions. And of course a line/road that will be in common. I will write it without describes the body of the reader (I will also post that fanfiction on Wattpad if some would prefer?)

I will have few survey (I'm not sure for the word as in french is "Sondage" and it's have multiple translations in English ^^")

The first is this one, then I will put more with the characters that you would like to see in the fanfiction.

(If you have not watch "singles inferno" and can watch it, I recommend it, as I'm not someone who love that kind of show generally, this one have hit me, so maybe you will like it too?)

Ps : I don't forgot about the smut of Daemon, it's coming 😘

Ps 2 : If someone would like to talk about this you can Dm me, I do not bite.

Ps 3 : For this kind of fanfiction I would be in need of a beta reader, not only for my orthographe, but also, so I could keep in mind all the past actions of the multiple chapters.

(I write this before any vote)

If none are interested, it's fine, if only one is interested and don't want want to interact with me, okay.

I will mostly write on my own, if none are interested

Him been in a secret relationship, with his s/o.

Him been all cuddling sweat talking with his s/o in private.

But the moment they are in public.

He don't look at his s/o, whoever if his s/o his high or low born.

He don't talk with them.

The day his s/o try to go to him, smiling at him, and asking him if they are going to meet later that day. He will just act as he don't know his s/o.

Don't have been courting them in secret during a year.

Cinderella

"Illustration draw my me"

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x chubby Fem reader

Abstract: A young woman from an archipelago allied to Westeros, did not think that fairy accounts exist or even suspected the charm of a prince.

Author’s note: the release of this One-shot took time because I had to finish the illustration first, I want to thank @avalyaaa who very kindly, saw the sketches for the illustration and encourage.

Trigger Warning : English is not my mother tongue.

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The kingdom of Y/k/n was located in the west of Westeros, beyond the sea, an island archipelago formed the kingdom, this one was prosperous for several centuries, this prosperity, came from fertile agriculture, from the extraction of ore in long seams in the mines.

The people respected their rulers, for they managed to keep peace with the other kingdoms. Exchanges of food, materials were customary, several lords of Westeros, had united some of their children girl or boy, with merchants or nobles of the kingdom of Y/k/n, perpetuating the peace agreements, hard won.

During the conquest of Westeros, the king of the time allowed people to take refuge from the conquest of Aegon the conqueror. Let it be nobles to peasants. At a time when circular rumours about the possibility of a future war against the monarch Targaryen, the king who although loyal to his kingdom, signed a non-aggression pact between the two kingdoms, he did not want his people to perish in bloodshed and fire. The archipelago retained its sovereignty, remaining an independent kingdom but ally of Westeros. However no marital union was declared, dragons were not allowed to fly around the archipelago, defences made up of various weapons some were throwing heavy projectiles into the sky were a reason alone.

As the centuries passed, peace endured, exchanges continued, the shadows of dragons roamed the sky in the distance, children’s dreaming of theim.

King after king, the people listened and followed their monarchs, looking in the distance at the castle, built on the largest island of the archipelago, its white stones were embedded in the mountain and reflected the light of the sun.

In this castle lived, king Y/f/n was a fair man and concerned about the people, he tried to keep a cordial understanding with Westeros, meaning that his people did not pay the price.

This king was a widower, from his first wife he had with his wife a daughter, whom they named y/n. Although he was a good father, he thought that the love of a mother was indispensable to the happiness of his daughter. He chose a noble woman born on the archipelago, she was recently widowed, and already mother of two daughters, Karoline and Melina, who was the same age as Y/n.

If this second marriage went smoothly, the people happy to have a new queen, it was only at the premature death of the king, that the true nature of his second wife revealed.

She was a cold, calculating and cruel woman, madly jealous of the kindness and attention that Y/n drew around her, the people worshipping their princess and future heiress, but above all she was determined to put the interests of her two female manipulators daughter first.

Over the years, the castle fell into ruins, the new queen regent had nothing to do with the castle, the money of the royal family was squandered to satisfy the whims of the two girls, whether in expensive dresses, fruit to carry from Essos, boat trips to Westeros to try to get them married to a noble house. Y/n deceiving and humiliating at a young age was relegated to the role of servant in her own kingdom. The people no longer heard of her, the queen having declared that their princess was sick and could present herself before them, only vile lies on her part. The last raven from the Targaryen came to leave a message of condolence and then no more news. In spite of this Y/n remained gentle and kind. Knowing that one day the truth would come out, that the world could not be gray and gloomy. She kept the secret hope that her dreams would come true and that her family’s honor would rise from the ashes.

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The stones once covered with frescoes, were not renewed, leaving the walls to suffer the weather and become gray again. Most of the windows overlooking the kingdom, had their heavy curtains pull, preventing the light. Only one window had no curtain, it was the highest window of the castle, one of the towers of the keep. The light slowly entered the doorway of the window, lighting a small room, advancing minutes after minutes towards a sleeping young woman. The open window allowed the singing of the birds to echo, gently awakening the young woman.

She opened one eye gently, looking around her, and breathed a sigh, reminiscent of the dream she had just had. It stretched out with a few movements, while rising, looking at the window, observing the sky of a clear blue, where no clouds were visible.

“A beautiful day is coming,” she thought.

The young woman put her feet on the ground, slowly remembering the tasks of her day. The room which was the bedroom of the young woman was the smallest room of the castle, made of brick wall covered with white paint yellowed by time, of a floor of oak wood, which was lightened by the sun. From a single window open to the outside of the castle. In one corner of the room was a bed that took up much of the space, a small bedside table where a candle was placed, a closet that looked more like a broom closet closed by a wooden door, on a small shelf, there were two frames in which portraits of her parents were placed. On the other side of her room, there was a screen of his favorite color inherited from her mother. A copper soup bowl that served to hold the water for his morning bath and a boudoir.

At the first blow of bells, she began to prepare herself, quickly spanking her toilet before dressing up and hanging her apron around her neck and her plump hips. The young woman looked in the mirror to make sure that her outfit was properly fitted, she could see her hair y/h/c stylized in a way that her hair would not interfere with her future tasks. Her dress in earth tones, was well placed, the strict cut did not allow the birth of a possible neckline, this outfit was made only for work and nothing else. It changed a lot of the dresses the young woman wore as a child. This young woman remembered pretty dress in Y/f/c color, where beads and small stones were embroidered, but remembering seemed very distant. Just like the memories of her parents before her mother-in-law arrived. The life of a princess no longer existed.

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Y/n went down the many steps that made up the stairs of the tower, passing through several rangers of stairs, corridors and the inner courtyard of the castle, going towards a dark wooden door and worn out by time, taking it towards the sub-floors where kitchens were installed.

In the kitchens, the few servants always at the service of Madame and her daughters, set to work. All had known Y/n’s father and supported the young woman, knowing that the situation was complicated and their uprisings would have led to more trouble for Y/N.

It was with a smile that the young woman arrived, she greeted the servants present, wishing them a good day, before preparing the morning meal of the animals who lived in the enclosure of the castle, including the preparation of the grain for poultry, hay for cows and horses, taking time to fill the dishes of stray dogs and cats passing through the castle, but who were each time hunted by her mother-in-law, the said woman loved very little, and pets were not a part of it.

The servants had orders never to help Y/n in her chores, whatever the difficulty, because Madame was watching over the grain and had ensured a great punishment. The few who rebelled in the early years had ended up whipping blood, others were locked in the castle dungeon. The servants present watched Y/n place the food bowls in a large wicker basket, taking it with one arm and catching a large, heavy bag of grain on her opposite shoulder, the servants, every day had to see the young woman although robust bend under the weight of successive sacks, bales of hay and mockery of the people who were to be her family.

One of the remorseful servants began to heat the water for the tea of the dreadful mother and daughters sleeping upstairs. Screams call the young woman, was about to begin.

When Y/n entered the kitchen, she saw that all she had to do was pour the hot water and take the hot buns freshly bought by one of the servants in the city. She silently thanked her friends, and began to finish the preparations, not noticing a cat hanging around the silver cups filled with tea, as the whisper-like cries began to reason in the empty and dusty halls of the castle, distracting her.

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Y/n crossed the kitchens, exited into the inner courtyard, to climb endless stairs and walk through many corridors, the trays place on his arms.

Melina preferred not to be awakened before her servant arrived to dress her, so her tray was left at the entrance of her room. Karoline, wanted to leave her tray in her room, her hot tea, while she took her morning bath. As for Madame, she wanted Y/n to put her tray in her room on the desk where she had to leave scrolls devoured by moths.

Everything was in the best of worlds, all seemed satisfied with the service.

It was without counting, a shrill cry, which made the windows tremble, slightly out of their hinges.

“Oh no…”

Heart pounding, hoping to have imagined having heard this cry, Y/n did not move from the stairs. Her hands trembled, her breathing accelerated, a fear she knew all too well, swelling in her belly.

She saw Madame’s daughters running near, from the corridors of their apartments, one of them half dressed, her servant running to destroy her, holding the ties of her dress. The second arrived barefoot, lifting her dress to her knees not to trip over the bottom of her dress. Their eyes crossed Y/n’s eyes, silently accusing without knowing the reason for the screaming, the young woman. They plunged into their mother’s chambers, worried about their mother’s cry. The ears of Y/n whistled, she felt that a punishment would fly against her.

"Y/N! Come here now!"

She felt her feet moving without even having the desire to advance, going up the steps as slowly as possible, walking the few steps that separated her from the dark room of her mother-in-law.

To say that Madame’s room was dark was an understatement, no light entered except the light of the hallway, hiding at the bottom of her bed, only the reflection of the light in the old woman’s eyes showed her presence in the room. The daughters were sent out, and although they were not satisfied, she did what their mothers ordered, for even they feared the matriarch.

“You started to hide things.”

“Madame, I don’t know what's...”

“Silence! You know exactly what you did.”

“I don’t know, I swear, I made your tea like every day…”

"Enough! I know you’re lying, you never loved me, you want revenge. I understand, but I’m the only family you have left, understand the good. Without me you have nothing!”

“Yes Madame…”

“To punish you, you will be deprived of food, let it be a lesson, and maybe it will help you lose weight.” said Madame with a smirk.

With her heart hurting, Y/n had to bow slightly to her mother-in-law, as she had violently taught her, at least this time, the punishment was not directly physical.

The day must have been beautiful, quite the contrary.

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Y/n climbed the water from the well of the great court, when she saw a Herault, wearing a black tunic, on which was placed a armor, pass the guards and the great door that separated the castle from the people.

Surprised she looked at the man walking towards the great gate of the castle, knowing that she was not to interfere at all with Madame’s business, she filled a bucket of water, and left with it in the direction of the large basin where the washers washed the linen.

The song of the birds, like sweet music, reasoned in the gardens on this sweet spring afternoon. Although the archipelago was in temperate waters and the sun was mild. It was always more pleasant to wash the laundry in a warm water by the heat of the sun, than under the cold wind in the late afternoon, where the water is so cold that at the end of the chore, the fingers were so cold, that they became numb.

The washers were squatting around the basin, dirty laundry was placed in large wooden basins, a smell of plants, flowers and soap emanated from the water, many of the women sang songs that had been passed on to them by their parents or other servants. Others talked about their other chores, or the actions of Madame and her daughters.

Y/n placed her water seal next to the eldest of the washers, the old woman’s back was bent under the weight of years and arthritis, preventing her from lifting too heavy objects. She stayed a few minutes with them, participating in the conversations more or less silently.

It was only at her call that Y/n stopped talking.

"Princess! Princess!"

It was Foulques, the old maester who had seen her grow up.

“We received a herald from Westeros. The Targaryen seal the scroll. It’s for your family.”

Foulques, put with his trembling hands, wrinkled skin and moles appear, the parchment in the hands of Y/n.

Y/n looked at the parchment with hesitation, although she wanted to read what was written on it, it had worked for a long time since the last message.

"Have you told Madame?"

Several washerwomen spit on the ground to mention the dreadful woman.

“No princess, it makes more sense to me that it should come back to you.”

“You’re well aware of what would happen if she found out?”

“Yes, but if someone could help you in your situation, they would definitely be the most powerful family in Westeros.”

Her desire to read the parchment was powerful, but her fear of Madame’s blows was much more powerful. It was against her heart that she had to convince the maester to warn her mother-in-law, finding as a compromise that she followed him in the throne room.

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Y/n followed the maester in the direction of the great throne room where Madame was, the great room was originally decorated with gold and jewels, large tapestries telling the royal story, while celebrating the ingenious talant of the guilds of the archipelago. Madame dressed in a long black dress, from the collar up to below her chin, sat on the throne, dictating orders to servants, in a room now covered with spider’s web on the high ceilings, where the tapestries were torn off and the walls crumbled.

“Madame, a messenger from Westeros just dropped off a scroll.”

"Give me this!"

Madam, raised her left arm in the direction of the young woman, making gestures of the hand to encourage Y/n to approach. The parchment was plucked from her hands, when she was reachable, the daughters of Madame, who were present at their mother’s side, approached her, also wanting to read the parchment.

"Listen! The king and queen of Westeros, decreed the preparation of a great ball! All the young women of good families are invited. This ball is being announced for Prince Aemond Targaryen to find a bride.”

"Oh that’s fantastic!" said one of the first girls.

"I would be a real princess," said the second, beginning to dance clumsily.

“That means I can participate,” says Y/n.

“What do you mean? With rags? You saw how fat you are, I’m sure the prince won’t even notice you.” Both girls were annoyed.

“After all, I am of this family. You said it yourself. I am of noble birth. I am also a guest.” Y/n no longer paid attention to the mockery of her sisters-in-law. Look into the eyes of her mother-in-law, with her head held high.

"Enough! You can come." Madame had spoken, her daughters were beginning to contradict her. “As long as you finish all your chores before we head to King’s Landing.”

"Thank you Madame."

It is joyful that Y/n left the room, setting off in the direction of the tasks assigned to her, not paying attention to Madame’s smirk.

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The trunks were prepared, the carriage repaired and cleaned. Y/n stood by her little trunk made of wood and leather, she was of medium size, lying down she reached her knees. The trunks of her in-laws took up much more space, the girls each had two large trunks only for their dresses, not to mention the smallest for the underwear, stockings, shoes and accessories. Her mother-in-law took only a large trunk where her belongings could return without difficulty.

The trunks were attached to the carriage, failing to fall more than once on the way from the castle to the port.

The windows of the carriage were obstructed, Y/n sitting opposite her from her in-laws, had to restrain herself from moving the small curtain from the window to her left, it now did what seemed to her an eternity that she had not seen the streets of the city and its inhabitants, she wondered how the children she played with as a child had become, whether they were married, had children, whether they still lived on this island. But though the desire to know all this burned within her. The cold, calculating look of her mother-in-law gave her chills, she watched.

Y/n including directly what was hidden in the eyes of the people, going up into the boat by a bridge away from the eyes, she had to sleep near the goods, away from the eyes of the passengers. Although she was sad about the fate reserved for her, an anger was born in her, more and more noisy, screaming that she had to free herself. But each time, she convinced herself that it was not the right time, once she arrived on Westeros, she could think about it.

The vessel was making the longest voyage, Madame having ordered the captain to dock directly at the port of King’s Landing, wanting a grand arrival for her legitimate daughters. From two days of sailing and a week to travel Westeros in a straight line, it lengthened by one more week, skirting the coasts of Dornes, deviating from the path, classic to avoid corals and bottom too low to sail in peace, fortunately avoiding very frequent storms along the way and having a very favorable wind to the chosen path.

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The grand entrance if desired was unfortunately for them, foil by a natural element. Rain.

The voluminous robes of the sisters-in-law were waterlogged, preventing them from walking without tripping because of their weight. Madame fulmina, the few people present of several mestres began to mock her daughters. Seen from the corner of the eye, Y/n go discreetly in the direction of the coach charter to bring them to their Inn.

Oh yes an Inn and not apartments in the Red Keep, the delay taken by the change of route made them arrive last. Relegating them to the same level of noble houses and poorer than others.

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The inn was dark, but welcoming, much more than the corridors of the archipelago’s castle, less dusty, there were more candles to light the place despite the lack of windows.

Madame asked for the most remote room for Y/n, asking in a dry tone of voice, that no one be in contact with her, forbidding her any visit of the city, even accompanied.

The room of Y/n was for what we can say spartan, a bed with mattress made of straw, a small window turn towards the castle, walls of torchis crack a wardrobe to the door brinquebalante and to fill it all, a very strong smell of enclose. The place seemed more like a prison than a room.

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The first few days, Y/n keep, day and night, the small window open to help her get rid of the ambient smell, she dared not remove her clothes from her trunk, prefer to leave them in safety, taking only when appropriate clothes.

From her window, she could see at times dragons flying around the castle, from one huge, much larger than the others, that she wondered how it had reached such a size, was it due to its food? Imagining the quantities of meat she had chills in the back, an army would not have been enough to feed the beast.

The day of the ball was approaching, as was her nervousness. Was she going to live up to the event? Could she participate without an intervention of her mother-in-law? How was the prince? She had no idea, but kept the hope that for one night she could be who she was, a princess and not a servant.

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At sunset, on the night of the ball, Madame had allowed Y/n to leave her room, but had not allowed anyone, to the point of paying the employees, to help the young woman prepare. But his attempts to prevent a young woman from participating in the ball were null.

As Y/n walked down the stairs, she realized that her plans were being undermined.

The young woman, even without help, had managed to put on her dress. It was Y/f/c, the latest fashion in the archipelago. A soft neckline underlined the young woman’s chest. Her make-up was light due to lack of materials and her desire not to resemble her sisters-in-law’s one-layer make-up reminded her of the gesso layers used for paints.

Her sisters-in-law were furious, for although the young woman was rounder than they were, a sweet aura emanated from her, an elegance they could not achieve. Both began to complain when their mother approached Y/n.

“Beautiful, it’s true, this color suits you.”

Madame walked around Y/n watching her with disdain from head to toe.

“Well, let’s go.”

A weight on the shoulders of Y/n withdrew when she left the inn. The biggest had just passed, she had no longer crossed her fingers for the journey to go awkward.

This was without counting on her sisters-in-law.

All four had to walk in the alley where the inn was to take the carriage in the main street, other coaches were placed in the alley, but had blocked each other, as it was narrow, If the one at the entrance didn’t move, neither did the others.

The day before, the rain had once again fallen on King’s Landing, The cobblestones were wet on both sides of the road, large puddles of water and parchment mud parched the alley.

Melina and Karoline complained about the humidity, explaining to their mother that their dresses would be destroyed by the mud.

“You don’t have to walk on the pavement, you’re not commoners, the mud isn’t for you.”

Her two daughters looked at each other for a few seconds before turning in the direction of Y/n. The young woman did not pay attention to her in-laws, preferring to observe the city, the people she met, smiling at the children.

All of a sudden, Y/n felt hands resting on her back, pushing her forward, she tried to catch up but the slippery pavement made her trip, in a fragment of a second, she found herself lying face down in the mud. Her ears were buzzing, her heart pounding, she thought her blood was freezing. Trying to get up, she felt a small pain in her hands, they were scratched due to the fall. Two laughs were quickly heard, which was the only laughter she heard.

"Oh, poor Y/N, you are relegated to your rank," said Melina in a mean voice.

Y/n got up with difficulty, the bottom of her dress was torn during her fall, mud covered her face and her clothes deformed by the weight of water and mud. Her hands were shaking, her breathing rampaging.

“You’re not going to go with us looking like a sow, go back to the inn, we’ll discuss this when we get back.”

Madame with a mischievous smile began to walk in the direction of the carriage, her daughters following her closely. A few passers-by approached Y/n wanting to know if she had hurt herself in her fall. But all that Y/n could do with the feeling of betrayal was to flee. Her steps carried her to the sandstone of the wind. Passing through different streets, small and large, taking her to one of the gates of the city walls, she passed it, not paying attention where she was resting only well away from the ramparts.

If anyone could have said the place was dangerous, Y/n would not have listened to them as she was devastated.

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Y/n collapsed on the ground covered with dead leaf, breathless and exhausted.

As the sun set, she paid no attention to the animals present, nor to the sounds they made.

“Honey, it’s gonna be okay.”

Y/n raised his frightened head and looked, the woman standing in front of her, this woman wore thin wings almost transparent in the back, a long hooded dress of a blue king, which hid her white hair for the most part.

"Who are you?"

The old woman kept a warm smile on her lips.

"A fairy?"

"Ah? Dragons can exist and not fairies?"

“Oh forgive me…”

“Don’t worry, I know this is new to you.”

The fairy asked her why she was in such that state, as the story progressed, the fairy, gnashed her teeth. The young woman might have believed that flames appeared in the woman’s eyes.

“We’re not going to let them win! I’m going to let you go to the ball.”

“I don’t want to go anymore… What’s the point?”

“Oh dear child, there’s so much more you can imagine there.”

The fairy godmother began to look around her, seeming to be looking for something. The fairy began to think several minutes before raising her right hand in the air.

“What do we need… Oh yes I know! A carriage!”

Suddenly, roots began to grow and move towards the fairy, taking with them pieces of wood, iron and plants. Under the fairy’s enchantment, the pieces of wood and metal began to fly, gathering, a carriage beginning to form before her eyes, the plants were used to plug the places that were not comparing wood and metal, slowly solidifying, forming vegetal forms accentuating the basic structure before the eyes of the young woman, adorning herself with the coats of arms of her family, wearing colors and gilding. At the same time, squirrels began to fly, gradually turning into four dashing horses. A fox began to fly in the direction of the carriage, its hairs began to change shapes and color, the animal gradually transformed into a man wearing a tunic with Y/k/n coats of arms, he became the coachman. A last animal, a greyhound also began to fly away, grow, and the hairs transformed into a human in the same outfit as the fox, he became footman.

Y/n was blown away, she thought she had gone crazy or fell asleep, dreaming everything that was happening. Although she thanked the fairy, she was still not sure if she wanted to go to the ball. Or even if she could trust that person. The fairy noticed the young woman’s outfit, it is ruminant that she transformed the clothes of Y/n, these transformed into an elegant dress Y/f/c, with advantageous neckline without being provocative, it was not typical of the archipelago.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect for this event.”

Y/n looked at her feet when she felt light tingling at her feet. She saw beautiful glass shoes, pure sapphire blue

The young woman had learned many years rather than that everything had a price, and all this, had to be of a gigantic cost.

"I... I cannot accept all this. I don’t know if you are really a fairy and not a witch in disguise. Everything at a price, and I’m afraid it will be more than I can offer.”

"You are destined to be taller than a mere servant, and you know this very well in the depths of your being. You’ll understand later, now go to the Red Keep, your destiny awaits you.”

The fairy gently took Y/n’s arm helping her to get into the carriage. Closing the door, she spoke again.

“But be careful, because at the twelfth bell, ringing midnight, the spell will be broken.”

Y/n looked at the woman, understanding that this was to be part of the price to be paid, and kept the warning in mind, she wanted to ask questions but was stopped, the carriage starting to set out at the time the missing fairy.

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At King’s Landing, the ball festivities were in full swing. Street shows were held, a parade of young women also animated the life of the city. One after the other, they were heading towards the Red Keep. Day after day, the number of girls did not decrease.

Alicent was beginning to lose patience, his second son had to find a wife from whom the family had armed forces in sufficiency, and from power on Westeros could tip the advantage for his children, in case of open conflict with Rhaenyra. Otto was placed next to his daughter and told her that the best solution would have been to choose an arranged marriage rather than letting the prince choose.

For several hours the noblest young women had presented themselves to the prince, but Aemond had little interest in it, feeling his boredom rise in him. Alicent was getting more and more annoyed, the incessant words of her father did not help her.

On the announcement of young women arriving from a country allied to Westeros, Alicent looked, seeing two young women, at the makeup more than outrageous. Aemond’s only valid eye was more than frustrated.

“Lady Karoline and Meline de (name of their mother), adopted daughters of the deceased king of the kingdom of Y/k/n.”

Otto hearing the name of the kingdom and seeing the young women told himself that they looked nothing like the girl she met a long time ago on a trip to strengthen connections with the Y/h/n family.

While Alicent sighed more than hopeless about the situation, Otto began to speak to her.

"What did you think? Having a prince of Targaryen blood as an ally would bring many people. And then do you think that at the corner of a corridor, a young woman would arrive and attract Aemond’s gaze?"

Alicent looked in the direction of his son, seeing him walking towards the big door, pushing the two dreadful young women on his way, spanking them with screaming voices. Intrigued, she stared at her son, avoiding looking away at the arrival of an alcoholic Aegon.

Aemond, on his side, had seen a round young woman who seemed more beautiful than any jewel of Westeros, arriving. She was about her age. She seemed lost and alone in the castle, something in her attracted him and he did not understand what was, he must have known.

Alicent saw her son approach and finally land a young woman, and ordered the guards to prevent anyone from disturbing the prince.

“Oh, this is getting interesting.”

“Aegon. Don’t bother your brother.”

“He has so much to learn.”

“Listen to your mother.”

Otto looked at Aegon, knowing that arriving at a certain number of jugs of wine, he could become a pleasure for his brother. A maester discreetly entered the great hall, heading towards Queen Alicent. The maester explained that the king had asked for it, she asked Otto to take care of everything. Let nothing happen to the prince and the young woman.

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It was with a mutual charm that the two young men began to approach, the fact that Aemond was one-eyed did not put off Y/n. Oh no, an almost bewitching charm took away the young man who had accosted him. It is almost hypnotized, that both began to discuss, forgetting both being of royal birth, the musicians present began to play their music, taking with her, the guests, Aemond, extended his hand towards the young woman, Although he did not like the idea of dancing, his mother the queen had told him enough, that certain protocol had to be respected, the dance was part of it. Y/n saw the outstretched hand of the young man with the long silver hair, the heart palpitating and a feeling of warmth rising in her, Y/n accepted, secretly hoping not to have forgotten the dance lessons she had when her father was still alive.

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When the young couple moved through the castle to the gardens, then outside the castle enclosure, skirting the niche of Vhaegar, the guards remained close, not too close to avoid disturbing them but enough to prevent anyone from bothering them.

Vhagar, on her side, watched her master walk alongside a young woman, first of all awakening to the slightest risk that could happen, and she realized, seeing the gestures of the two persons, that nothing was going to happen to Aemond, She had seen it many generations before.

The stars illuminated the sky, giving a heavenly atmosphere to the evening.

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It was without realizing that the first sounds of bells began to ring. If the first two Y/n did not pay attention, she began to panic.

“Oh… I can’t stay…”

"But why?"

“The prince…I didn’t see the prince.”

“So you don’t know…”

Other bells resounded in the city. Y/n started running towards his carriage, shoving the guards in places, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Otto who, just a moment seemed to recognize the young woman.

Running down the stairs, avoiding falling, she lost one of her glass shoes, but time was running out and the guards and the king’s hand would chase after her.

Y/n barely got into her carriage when a guard was about to grab her by an arm.

All the horsemen brought by Otto chased the carriage in the colors Y/h/c. All saw the rear that it the bells sounded the closing of all the doors of the city walls. When Otto saw the doors closed and realized that the young woman had no way to escape, but was stunned, as she was turning through one of the streets taken by the carriage, there was nothing left but wooden planks, plants and metal, lay on the ground, walking down the street, he didn’t see a living soul.

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Y/n did not know how she did to be back in her room of the inn, when she woke up, her dress had disappeared, she first believed in a dream, but when she placed her feet on the ground, she felt that one of her feet was wearing a shoe, a blue sapphire shoe. Realizing that the night had indeed taken place and that she had indeed met her beautiful stranger, hiding the shoe, she heard her sisters-in-law arrive, their nauseating mockery, audible through the door.

"So how’s spending your night alone here?"

“Calm… Did you meet the prince?”

«Of course what do you think» Karoline was bitten alive, always humiliating the treatment received by the prince.

“He spent most of the night wooing us.”

Y/n could recognize the lie in the voices of her sisters-in-law, she could not ask them any more questions, Madame went up the screaming stairs.

“My children! I have a great announcement for you!”

The three young women turned in the direction of the door which opened with a bang, Madame entered, her hair ruffled gave her a look of a person not virtuous.

“A castle announcement has been made! The King has decreed that all the young women of King’s Landing go to the castle. They are looking for the young woman who took the prince’s heart. “ She glanced at his daughters. “Get ready, be presentable, we’ll leave as soon as possible.”

Y/n the throbbing heart did not believe his ears, the prince was looking for a young woman, maybe she could find her stranger in the castle. Lost in her thoughts, she heard that at the last moment the door closed in a cloud of dust.

“I will release you once one of my daughters has married the prince.”

Y/n approached the door, grabbing the clink wanting to open the door but encountering only resistance, the young woman began to scream and beat at the door. Asking to be released. But no answer.

At the entrance of the inn Madame”paid the employees, to keep her locked up, ordering them not to let anyone help Y/n.

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In the castle, the servants and knights walked the corridors quickly, all the young women came one after the other, since the announcement, whether it was from the commoner to the young noble woman.

The king was not present in the throne room, the shoe was placed on a cushion in the colors of the Targaryen, in the center of the room, Aemond was standing surrounded by Aegon, Helaena, Alicent and Otto. He could recognize the young woman he was sure of, but the shoe test only confirmed more officially the refusal of the prince.

Otto Hightower, who thought again and again how the young woman could disappear, raised his eyes in the direction of the great door and was greeted by the most disastrous vision he could see. An old sour woman and two young women who unfortunately would be more likely to find love with the local blacksmith than with Prince Aemond.

“The King decreed that all young women to be married should try the glass shoe, in case the shoe is in the right size, the Prince will marry the young woman, which will make her Princess Targaryen.”

These words were repeated to every young woman.

It was with a sigh that the royal family saw, the young women began to fight to proclaim that the shoe was theirs, without thinking that a charm was spelling the shoe, preventing anyone from wearing it, igniting the feet, or shrinking on the feet of all young women who were not its owner.

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Y/n locked in her room, screaming and drumming at the door, seeing that no one was going to help her, she looked at the small window, she was too small for her to pass but maybe by luck someone was going to hear her.

In the alley, knights walked through each building, forcing all the young women out, forming lines of people.

Criston Cole, who led the search, saw a knight approaching while running.

“Sir, a young woman screams for help in an inn, they refuse to let her out.”

Cole frowned, ordering the knight to guide him to the inn. Crossing the streets, Criston heard the screams of a young woman, he started to run, the order was to give that all young women be introduced, no one will go against the throne.

Employees seeing guards approaching the castle began to wonder if letting the person be locked up was always a good idea. Seeing that no one was moving, Criston passed over the employees, the knights holding them in the entrance, going up the steps, he looked for where the voice came from. Continuing up the steps he finally saw an isolated door, the cries came from there.

In decided to break down the door, giving several blows with force, fortunately, the door in poor condition did not last long. The door came out of its hinges and fell to the ground. Y/n remained silent, seeing a knight at the entrance of his room.

"Are you all right?"

Y/n shook hrr head, having lost her words, now everything was fine.

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By nightfall, the crowd was only beginning to fade, hoping to find the young woman as well.

Only three people remained, although the shoe test was disastrous for them. What annoyed Alicent, so much she wanted to see them flee the castle.

At the level of the large gate she could see Cole enter, the search had to be completed. He approached the queen.

“Majesty, the search is over, we found a young woman locked up and brought her here.”

When Y/n entered the throne room, Aemond recognized her directly. Madame, I recognized her too, quickly.

“Oh it’s nobody, just our servant.”

"Why did you lock her up in this case?" Alicent looked at the frightening woman with a questioning look.

“I am not a servant. I am Y/n Y/h/n, true heiress of the Y/k/n. kingdom.”

Alicent looked at Otto for confirmation of the words spoken by the young woman in front of her. He reflected for a moment on why her face seemed so familiar to him. He confirmed with a gesture of the head.

A servant took the pillow where the sapphire shoe was placed, wanting to get closer to Y/n. Madame with an unfortunate little movement of feet, made the servant trip.

The shoe burst in contact with the ground, Aemond looked with his only eye at the old woman, her blood bubbling in her veins.

“I have another one.”

The royal family looked at the plump, surprised young woman, Y/n out of a pocket of her apron the shoe identical to the previous one. And help a servant get her off.

There were no flames or shrinkage, the shoe fit perfectly. His mother-in-law began to threaten Y/n, forgetting the Targaryen and Hightower present.

"You little bitch! How dare you? When we return to the archipelago, you will be entitled!"

Aemond stood between Y/n and the mother-in-law, staring at the woman. Under the orders of Queen Alicent, guards led Madame and her daughters into the dungeons. He was spanking later, the time for discussions was passing, the next days were going to be charged, for the moment, Y/n had to rest from the screams, the dirt and the threats. Oh Aemond wasn’t going to pass that. 

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Author’s note : I normally had to post the One-shot "Cinderella" now, but it turns out that by editing it, I started to rewrite it. So I offer you this little overview of the beginning of the One-shot (about 1 page and a half on Word) that and I have to save my old fanfictions because the site where they are posted will close permanently soon (about 200 texts to sort, yes I wrote a lot at the time) so i'm late on rewrite it.

But i hope you like the prewiew of "Cinderella"

Y/k/n means the name of your kingdom.

Y/f/ is your father name.

The kingdom of Y/k/n was located west of Westeros, beyond the sea, an island archipelago formed the kingdom, this one was prosperous for several centuries, this prosperity, came from fertile agriculture, from the extraction of ore in long seams in the mines.

The people respected their rulers, for they managed to keep peace with the other kingdoms. Exchanges of food, materials were customary, several lords of Westeros, had united some of their children girl or boy, with merchants or nobles of the kingdom of Y/k/n, perpetuating the peace agreements, hard won.

During the conquest of Westeros, the king of the time allowed people to take refuge from the conquest of Aegon the conqueror. Let it be nobles to peasants. At a time when circular rumours about the possibility of a future war against the monarch Targaryen, the king who although loyal to his kingdom, signed a non-aggression pact between the two kingdoms, he did not want his people to perish in bloodshed and fire. The archipelago retained its sovereignty, remaining an independent kingdom but ally of Westeros. However no marital union was declared, dragons were not allowed to fly around the archipelago, defences made up of various weapons some were throwing heavy projectiles into the sky were a reason alone.

As the centuries passed, peace endured, exchanges continued, the shadows of dragons roamed the sky in the distance, dreaming children.

King after king, the people listened and followed their monarchs, looking in the distance at the castle, built on the largest island of the archipelago, its white stones were embedded in the mountain and reflected the light of the sun.

In this castle lived, king Y/f/n was a fair man and concerned about the people, he tried to keep a cordial understanding with Westeros, meaning that his people did not pay the price.

This king was a widower, from his first wife he had with his wife a daughter, whom they named y/n. Although he was a good father, he thought that the love of a mother was indispensable to the happiness of his daughter. He chose a noble woman born on the archipelago, she was recently widowed, and already mother of two daughters, Karoline and Melina, who was the same age as Y/n.

If this second marriage went smoothly, the people happy to have a new queen, it was only at the premature death of the king, that the true nature of his second wife revealed.

She was a cold, calculating and cruel woman, madly jealous of the kindness and attention that Y/n drew around her, the people worshipping their princess and future heiress, but above all she was determined to put the interests of her two female manipulators first.

Over the years, the castle fell into ruins, the new queen regent had nothing to do with the castle, the money of the royal family was squandered to satisfy the whims of the two girls, whether in expensive dresses, fruit to carry from Essos, boat trips to Westeros to try to get them married to a noble house. Y/n deceiving and humiliating at a young age was relegated to the role of servant in her own kingdom. The people no longer heard of her, the queen having declared that their princess was sick and could present herself before them, only vile lies on her part. The last raven from the Targaryen came to leave a message of condolence and then no more news. In spite of this Y/n remained gentle and kind. Knowing that one day the truth would come out, that the world could not be gray and gloomy. She kept the secret hope that her dreams would come true and that her family’s honor would rise from the ashes.

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Disclaimer: this is the first time I write for Aemond so he can be a litle out of character. ( I’m watching House of the dragon again, so if I write for Aemond again, I’d probably write more easily) and English is not my mother tongue.

Aemond had always lived in the shadow, the shadow of the Tragaryen family and the shadow of his brother who would ascend the throne. He liked to think that it would satisfy him throughout his life. Although he found that Aegon would not make a good king, he would never be even if he forced himself.

Aemond always felt the most Targaryen, having had to fight harder than Aegon to whom everything was already due. He rode Vhaegar the greatest dragon living in Westeros, learned High Valyrian and so many other things.

He did not think that something could be missing, something so simple and complex at the same time. Once he became an adult, he understood it.

As the state of health of Viserys deteriorated and succession approached, the weight of alliances was to be tested, alliances led by force were not the most enduring, but those of more solemn unions lasted longer.

Missives had been sent to the noble and less noble houses furthest from the capital, those which had through the houses more important view imposed the choice of Rhaenyra as their queen. In his messages, he talked about marriage, whether it was with Aemond or one of the children of Aegon if the descendants of the houses were too young for a marriage. They would stop at nothing to secure Aegon’s ascension to the throne.

Several messengers had come to express the disagreements of the families they served. Other families, the less noble and most inclined to alliances had made the way.

For several months, young and old women, different from each other, were presented. Alicent ordered Aemond to be courteous with them, to be the most pleasant. Thing on the other side, the same instructions don’t last to be asked. One of the first lady was so intimidated by the prince that she dared not look at him, another much older than him had already married, and told him about her own first marriage rather than trying to get to know the prince.

The days were passing, the number of ladys was getting smaller and smaller, Aemond was tired of all this masquerade. The last one on the list, it was an update of the lover who was shaken by the very moment when they were alone, jumping around his neck, he had to fight to take her down and order a knight to take her out.

The same evening, a small carriage, simple, arrived in the courtyard of the castle, a small coat of arms Y/h/c was painted there. The members of the Y/h/n family, not wanting to disturb the royal family at such a late hour, asked to be taken to their quarters and only to warn them to arrive.

At the same time the Targaryens, took the meal in «family» so to speak, Viserys rested time although badly in his room, Aegon was drunk, Haelan in his own thoughts. Alicent worried about the future of his children, Otto spoke to a servant who had arrived a few minutes before. To finish Aemond, turned to the slightest suspicious noise, the image of the hysterical young woman came back to him and a chill crossed his back.

It was not until the next day that Aemond was freed from this fear. When he met Lady Y/n Y/h/n.

Their first encounters were framed by their respective mothers. The young woman’s mother was one of Alicent’s lady in waiting when she was pregnant with Aegon. Aemond posting back, looking with her purple eye Y/n, how, she remained silent watching their mothers talk. A sweet smile on his lips, he surprised himself to look away when she looked at him, his heart pulsating.

Y/n approached Aemond, neither too quickly nor too slowly or fearing to be in his presence, she was natural.

“It seems to me we haven’t introduced ourselves yet.” Y/n spoke in a soft voice, like when one person was talking to another scared.

Aemond looked at her from the corner of his eye, it was rare that anyone spoke to him in this way, his own mother had not used her tone of voice for as long as he remembered.

«I am Y/n of the house Y/h/n» She nodded slightly.

“Aemond…”

“I hope this day goes well.”

Aemond was astonished that the round young woman was gentle with him, looking at him even in «the eyes» and did not seem to be disturbed by the vision of his scar.

They sat in one of the corners of the room, chatting, Y/n asked him what he liked, what he thought of castle life, she was interested in him, and every question he answered Aemond asked Y/n the same question, or one that looked like it. He enjoyed learning about the young woman’s life.

The day passed quickly, too quickly for them. Aemond offered to escort Y/n, something in him didn’t want them to leave so quickly. He wondered when the door to Y/n’s room closed before him, what happened to him.

The more time passed, the more he found himself dreaming of the young woman, of wanting to be at her side. Every morning, he found her in the gardens, greeting her, at the time of the meals their mothers had made them sit next to each other. Aegon was happy to make fun of his brother, of how he behaved in the presence of Y/n. Aemond tried to remain calm in front of his brother, but Aegon’s taunting towards the weight of the young woman boiled Aemond’s blood. Aegon did not spank him with the intention of hurting the young woman, from the little he had seen her and talked with her, he had learned that royalty did not interest her, that she had come, because it was an opportunity for their mothers to see each other again. If he was teasing Y/n, it was to annoy Aemond.

More than once Aemond had found himself clenched fists, watching Aegon with his one eye. If they weren’t brothers, Aemond wouldn’t have been so held up.

It took only a month for their future marriage to be announced, ensuring a covenant that Alicent welcomed with open arms. For the house Y/h/n although native of Westeros it was established far from the continent since the conquest of Aegon the conqueror, having their own fleet of ship, marching and war, their own army. Relations between Westeros and this family remained courteous through their exchange of goods. But if a war were declared nothing would have prevented the whim of a future queen or king to want to conquer their lands. Now with the future marriage of Aemond and Y/n, this uncertain future became clearer.

Everyone liked to say that of the two future spouses, the most nervous was Aemond.

He had never felt such emotions in the presence of anyone. The only cloud on the horizon was not due to Y/n, but to himself.

Several months had passed, their bonds were forged from the hardest of metals.

Aemond was on Vhagar’s back that night, trying as much as he could to persuade him not to think about it. But Y/n had never seen a dragon since arrived, Aemond had asked Y/n to wait for him near the area where Vhagar was resting.

He came out of this trance when he felt Vhagar preparing to land. When he looked towards the ground, he saw Y/n with a guard, they were waiting in the background, the young chubby women, looking towards the sky. If he could be by his side at that time, he would see his eyes peeled and gleaming with the dragon’s vision.

At the moment when Aemond landed on the ground and saw Y/n a weight on his shoulders gone. Vhagar looked at his dragon boat, before observing the young woman. She uttered a dull roar, as if she had understood why Aemond was so nervous.

The guard left for the Red Keep, the moment he saw the two future spouses going off arguing among themselves, not paying any attention to him. Or even ordering him anything.

Y/n had placed his arm around Aemond’s, resting his head on his shoulder, they walked in silence, observing the starry sky. Aemond sighed, stopping their steps.

“Y/n… I didn’t tell you everything about myself”

“It’s nothing, we all have our little secrets.” Y/n was trying to comfort the young prince.

“Mine is not the size of a dragon.”

Y/n was intrigued, she calmly waited for Aemond to find his words. She put her free hand on Aemond’s chest, smiling gently.

He did not understand how Y/n, the sweet and busty lady, could accept to marry him. How she could make him feel both strong and weak, weak in the face of this fear that she would reject him for his missing eye.

“When I first rode Vhagar… that night I lost my eye.”

“Your mother is vaguely alluding.” Y/n’s voice was just a whisper.

“I fought with my nephews, after the insults…I had my eye punctured during our fight.” Aemond put his hand on his eye patch. “Since…I….”

Y/n put his hands on Aemond’s.

“You don’t have to do Aemond, you’ll do it when you’re sure.”

“I’d feel better if you knew everything.”

He removed his eye cover, revealing the stone placed on the spot of his missing eye, he closed his valid eye. Waiting for the reaction of Y/n, hoping that she would not react like the other young women of the court, although in his heart he knew that she was different in many ways.

Y/n observed the Sapphire, bursts of light passed through it and bounced, she could see the faint reflection of the stars. She stepped back, observing the face of Aemond, how his lips were pinched, how the smile he wore beside him was faded. She placed her hand on Aemond’s left cheek, caressing the contour of her scar with her thumb.

“You are so beautyfull.” His voice was just a whisper.

Aemond thought he had imagined, but when he felt Y/n’s lips resting on his cheek he opened his eye, looking at her surprised, stunned.

“It only increases my love for you.”

"Do you love me?" Aemond was surprised.

“Of course, idiot, I would never have agreed to join you if I didn’t.” She laughs, not to make fun of him, but of this situation.

Aemond stared at her, feeling light for the first time in his life. He smiled and kissed her. It was not a gentle, light kiss that anyone would imagine. But a kiss filled with frustration, envy and love, when their lips are connected, their teeth didn’t hit each other hard enough to hurt them.

If Aemond was sure of anything in his life, it is that he would do anything for her, if he should take the throne in her brother’s place he would make her his queen. Nothing and no one could separate them.

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Hi there,

I write this just to inform you about the topics that I write or that I do not write and at the same time introduce myself a little.

Where to start?

Well I am Eärenwen (nickname) I am almost 29 years old, I am from Belgium and I read fiction since I was 13 or 14 years old, I wrote about it during my adolescence. It was almost 10 years since I wrote anything. So I’m a little rusty.

It is by reading fanfiction and seeing the lack of chubby reader in the fictions on Daemon and other characters that I had the desire to write about it.

I try as much as possible to write the most neutral fem reader possible (in the physical description) because having fallen more than once on fictions that look more like an x oc rather than an x reader, it is not the most pleasant (without any judgment, I do not like to judge). I know it’s hard to be the most neutral posible when writing x reader. And sometimes an idea is present in your head that you want to write it and you don’t want to think about whether it’s neutral or not. I understand. :)

the topics I write :

-Fem chubby reader

-Fluffy

-Angst

-A little of smut

Subjects I don’t write :

-in¨est ( I know, house of dragon and game of thrones, there are some, but I’m not comfortable writing about it)

-R¨pe

-Suicide

-Things too kinky

The character:

For now I write mainly about Daemon, Aemond and Aegon

But I could write about other characters probably Targaryen.

I think I ended up hoping I didn’t offend anyone, I don’t speak English in a common way, I hope the words chosen were good.

Don’t be afraid to leave a comment,

Hoping you’ve had a good day or night 🌿

Hi everyone!!!

I fixate on fictional characters wayyy to easily, please don't judge, I love writing, please see my other blog, Multifandomfics07 and please don't hesitate to send requests :) Also I will cross post my fics on my main blog so don't worry!

Also, I don't mind writing character x character or character x reader (any gender is Okey Dokey)

Current fandoms I write for:

Fallout (games and show)

House of the dragon

Game of thrones

AHS

Stardew valley

Vice principles

Ihnmaims

Characters I can write for:

Cooper Howard (my current obsession)

Maximus

Lucy Maclean

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Jace Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Cersei Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Sandor 'The hound' Clegane

Any got/hotd charcters tbh

literally any ahs characters

Any bachelor/ette from Stardew

Lee Russell

AM

Harlan Ellison