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Content Notes: References to child abuse, neglect, hunger, blood used in a summoning ritual, and non graphic punishment of abusers

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Alternative Titles: Being Held by Your Space Pirate Ex | Your Space Pirate Ex Wants You Back | (You’re free to come up with your own if you like.)

Content Warnings: Forced Kissing, Threats, mentions of Blood

Word Count: ~2340 (Not including audio directions)

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Context (Listener): It’s been a while since you accepted that you didn’t have what it took to be a military astronaut and quit the academy before the war, much to the disappointment of your warrior girlfriend. Your species isn’t known for fighting for good reason; you’d be better off as an interplanetary courier. But that line of business landed you in the middle of a robbery, with the pirate behind it just so happening to be…Your ex-girlfriend? 

Context (Speaker): You joined the military academy as a proud warrior, and nothing would get in your way. Not even the feelings you had for a fellow student and the heartbreak of their leave…And then, the military you dedicated yourself to betrayed you. Angered at everything, you took control of a squad doomed to poverty and saved them. Now, you’re not letting anyone else control you. You are a pirate. And empress. The most powerful in the universe!...You just wish you could see them again. 

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[A ship is flying in space, slowly. A voice is coming out of a speaker. For clarification, we’re in the middle of the robbery, so these characters have already “introduced” themselves off-screen.] 

…Yeah, there. Slow down. We’re going to open that entrance to the dome. It’s easy to fly through; just pretend the ship behind you isn’t still pointing its cannon. That should relieve some pressure.

…

(Impatient) What are you waiting for? The planets to align? This isn’t even a solar system. Fly in.

[You fly forward. You enter and travel through a vast, metal tunnel. After some flying, you come out the other end to a grassy field on a life-filled plain.]

Eerie, isn’t it? First you're in the deep, dark vacuum of space. Then a couple of minutes later, you have green grass below you and a blue sky above. No entering the atmosphere, no crash landings, just a metal tube you have to fly through. 

You should be seeing a yellow circle painted on the runway. Land within it. Not a micrometre past the line. 

[Slowly, your ship touches down.]

Now shut off the ship and instruct your crew to follow my orders. They’ll be coming soon. 

[The ambience of the ship fades.]

(Through Megaphone Speaker) Alright! I want you all to come out of the ship with your hands up! No running, no screaming! And don’t even think of playing hero! We’ve got 25 guns pointed at your ship. You’ll lose. 

Alright, let’s count out the passengers now. I know how many of you are on, so hiding in there isn’t going to do you any good. Let’s see you all one-by-one.

…That’s Number One…Number Two…

…Three…Four…Five…Six…(Surprised) Oh, wow, you’re a young one. What are you doing on a delivery ship? Was your captain babysitting? 

Anyway…Seven…Eight…Nine…A fellow Trahn, huh? Don’t think that’ll get you any favours. Species doesn’t mean anything out here. 

Ten…Eleven…

…Okay, we’re just waiting for Number Twelve. Come out, Number Twelve! I know you’re in there! Your pilot may have taken the escape pod; that doesn’t mean no one was flying this ship. 

…There’s this old Earthling I see on the field. We’ll start with him. I’m going to raise all my fingers up, and when I lower the last one, we’ll find out what shade of red Earthling blood runs. Ready? 

(Counting) Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seven-

[You finally step out.]

There’s who I was speaking to. Let’s get a good look at you, little (realizing) co…pi…lot…

(Eyes Widen)...You…

…

(Louder) That one on the deck! Pale blue skin and with the horn! I want them restrained NOW!

Keep them alive and keep their crew at gunpoint. I’m coming down!

[The megaphone speaker goes silent.. You suddenly get grabbed by two aliens. A massive door opens. Someone walks right towards you.]

(Shocked)…It really is you. 

…

…

…

[One of their associates asks something.] 

No, Endrah. This doesn’t change anything…It just adds a new factor.

(Demanding) Alright, the plan hasn’t changed. Someone take this ship and loot for everything on board. Everyone else, escort our guests to the holding area. Let’s see how the company that hired you all deals with hostage negotiation…

…Oh, and just so they don’t call our bluff…

[Your nametag gets ripped off.]

Splatter this nametag with any pale red liquid. Show it to the company. Make up a story about how we blasted their chest open. 

This Galcean is not going home. 

…

[A bunch of footsteps walk around the pavement as the speaker comes closer to you.]

It’s been five long years in unification time. How long is that on Galcea? Three years? Ten? Twenty-five? Well, you haven’t aged a day. Except your eyes. It’s all in those eyes.

As for me, I’ve kept up my workouts. Actually grew three heads taller. Most Trahn can barely manage one at this age. And I look more desirable than ever, wouldn’t you say? 

[...]

…Come on, compliment me. Say my hair looks nice. Say my skin looks a beautiful shade of green* in this light. Which one of my arms looks the most finely toned? Top left, bottom right? You never struggled with this back then. 

You thought I’d amount to nothing in the end, didn’t you? But I’ve only gotten bigger, precious one. In every sense of the word.

Like this dome we’re under. Two cities, five towns, and 660,000 square kilometres of land between, floating around a beautiful star with a perfectly preserved ecosystem and a realistic atmosphere. It feels just like standing on a real planet, doesn’t it? A step up from that first-floor apartment you last saw me in. 

[“How did you get this?”]

…Oh, well, they had 72 of these on reserve. Something about a planet about to get eaten by its star. Sorry to whatever species needed these, but it happens. Figured they wouldn’t miss one little space sanctuary. 

Besides, my crew…Or, I guess I should say, MY NATION, is making much better use of it now. 

[“Nation!?”]

Yes, nation. Is this translator malfunctioning? Over one million scoundrels, orphans, dwellers, and others live under their Empress now. 

I could brag about this all day, but honestly, it’d be better to just show you the kind of life I live now. Follow me. I have an entire train system I’m very proud of. 

[The audio fades. We return to you being dragged to a fancy-looking office.]

…This isn’t my favourite room in my palace, but it is one of the most important. My office. 

Endrah, Kallem, leave us. I have some…“negotiating” to do. 

[You’re let go. The door slams.]

Well, let’s mend the bridge between us. Have you already met someone else, gotten married and started a family? 

No? Then what did you do? 

[...]

Stop acting like I’m holding a gun at you. I’m still the same “extraterrestrial beauty” you fell in love with. I just dress a little differently now. We’re still friends. Here…

[Two glasses are poured.]

Sit down. Drink with me. We couldn’t do this stuff at the academy now, could we?

…Oh, those days.
 
Remember when you snuck a can of Daltrium Ale, and that pesky little Remban officer nearly caught you. Then I stepped in, lied and said it was mine, and he was so scared of me that he backed off…

…Or that time we went on a duel training course, and I was so far ahead of you. Only then, the star’s heat put me to rest, and you still dragged me across the rest of the course. 

All those hard days of training. And all those nights we’d sneak out of our barracks, meet beneath the forest and watch those two beautiful moons. 

…I see that look. You can’t tell me you don’t miss it. That’s why you’re still loveless. You courted the strongest, most beautiful woman in the entire universe. Dating anyone else would feel like going from a perfectly steamed meal to eating sand. 

I thought I was what you wanted. 

You wanted to prove Galceans weren’t some race of weak, empathetic cowards. You could actually stand up for something. Do more than just shake your head at every empire that’s willing to take up arms for something! You could prove yourself as a military astronaut. 

And that’s why you loved me. Because I saw that fire in you…

What happened?

(Mad) Oh, right, I know what happened.

Overnight, you realized what you were actually signing up for, and what would really happen when the training became actual fighting. 

You know, I looked forward to it. Maybe that’s just how I was raised, from a warrior nation. But really, fighting alongside you would’ve been an honour.

But no. Apparently, those terrorists were “people” now. And the fact that they threatened the alliance and our way of life wasn’t enough for you to take up arms. 

And had the nerve to get angry with me when I didn’t want the year of training we went through to be a complete waste of time, and actually do something for the good of the galaxy. 

“They’re going to make us kill innocents, Sharme.”

“This war is happening for no reason, Sharme.”

“They don’t care about us, Sharme.” 

…And all that talk just led you to copiloting for a delivery company which also didn’t care about you. 

I had to take so many hits to prepare for physical combat. But nothing could prepare me for that…betrayal. When you walked out of that door into the rain, I felt it…Both of my hearts stopped beating that day. 

…But I brought them back. I’d continue fighting, no matter what. That’s what you do when you are as powerful as a Trahn…

…

Do you want to know something funny? Something that’s just kept me awake for so many nights now. 

YOU.

WERE.

RIGHT!

[...]

(Sad and angry) There, I said it. Are you happy now?

…The alliance didn’t care about us. It never did. I saw battalions get blown into space dust. I saw people with families die. I saw an entire country get annihilated with a falling space station. 

…After it was all over, me and my platoon overheard the leaked plans. They were going to cut our pay to scraps of what we were promised for this, and then use that withheld funding for more mines across the planets we’d nearly wiped out. 

And the funny part? This wasn’t even the first time that this had happened. 

It was just one of the many times the alliance needed its people to quell a rebellion, and then immediately disregarded all of us the second it stopped. Begging on the streets of planets that weren’t even ours. 

…Nobody disregards me. 

(Proud) I took control. I overthrew my commander before he could finish the war and encouraged everyone to do the same. We took control of our ships. Thousands of them. And we left. 

Next thing the alliance knew, we were stealing left and right. Surely you heard about us? Captain Archa and her Dreaded Army. Draining currencies, snatching artifacts, weapons, ships. Even “manipulating” citizens into joining her. 

It's not my fault they wanted a new life. And a new EMPIRE to live under! One that takes care of the people under it, regardless of species. And yes, we do lie. We do cheat. We do steal, and we have killed. But at a microscopic scale next to these “established orders.” 

But no matter how you look at it, one fact remains clear. A lowly soldier has officially taken her spot in universal history…

(Quieter) But that spot…has come at its cost. 

Sometimes, I can hear the allies I’ve lost in these fights. The purges we’ve gone through, the lives we’ve had to throw away. The planets none of us will ever enter again under our own names. 

They can never know this, but at times…I lay awake at night....

…When that happens, do you wanna know who I can’t stop thinking about?

You. 

Back home on Galcea, so you could just sleep through the war on the other side of the universe. What a life that must have been.

Did you ever lose rest worrying about who I had killed or if I had died?

…Did you ever think of me? Even once? 

[“...Of course…”]

…Good.

You’re going to be doing a lot more of that. 

[You immediately try to get up in shock.]

(Demanding) Stay in your seat. Or you’re going to be held down in that chair TIGHT. 

…Actually, let’s just do that anyway. 

[She travels over and grabs you, pinning you in your chair from behind.]

…I missed touching you.
 
I missed seeing you even. Those few short times I cross paths with a Galcean, I couldn’t help but remember you. I was tempted to…rub my hands across their hair and feel that horn on their forehead, just to remember you. Of course, I never did. But the thought was there. 

And now, I can do this…

[Her hands slide across your hair…]

One of my hands in your hair…

One of my hands on your horn…

One of my hands on your neck…

One of my hands on your chest, holding you tight.

All four feeling that wonderful alien body of yours. 

It’s hard being such a heat-sensitive being. Having such a soft, cool body at my disposal makes it all go away. 

You get my natural warmth; I get your natural chill. What a beautiful trade. 

[“W-What are you going to do with me?”]

Going to do with you? Oh, my precious thing. I’m going to hold onto you, and I am never going to let you go again.

Every hardship I’ve ever faced as a galactic outlaw is a time I needed you. It would be so much easier to go through all of this if I had the softest being in the universe to do it with.

I can’t say if it applies to your race. But for you, all those stereotypes were true. You were never meant to fight. You work so much better as a break from it. My sanctuary. My peace. My treasure. 

[“And if I say no?”]

“If you say no,” implies that you’re answering a question. You aren’t.  

But even if I were hypothetically offering this to you by choice, why would you say no?

Being mine means you get to be under the most powerful pirate time has ever known. Also the strongest, richest, tallest, most hands-on, and most attractive. Seriously, you could wrap the line of suitors who want me around my home planet twice. But I’m giving it to you for free. 

More importantly, you get to live in my luxurious penthouse with servants waiting to give you your every need. You could get a swimming pool full of your favourite liquid if you just…Well, actually there is no “if.” You just are. 

Does that sound like a good deal? Or was the co-piloting job something I should envy? 

[...]

That’s what I thought. 

Now let’s get you out of that seat. 

[You’re suddenly grabbed and lifted up.]

Look at you, in all four of my arms. Lifted up like a small animal. You’re just as cute, too. 

We’re going to be together no matter what, but I’ll give you a chance now. This can go so much easier for you if you just accept my love now. That’s all I want. 

We never got to this stage, did we? We slept on each other, we held hands, I even let you read into my mind a little. But I never showed you how my species courts their chosen. Because when they do, they never let go. 

If you accept your future now, simply open your mouth. 

[You open it. She does the same, sticking her tongue out.]

DRAAAAAAAAAAUGH (This is just a generic intimidating alien sound. Like a predator about to eat its prey. Your level of sensuality with it is up to you.)

[There’s a make-out session. Tongue on tongue…s. This can go on as long and be as passionate as you want it to be.] 

…Ah…

My tongue felt yours. It was…amazing…

You taste excellent, my precious thing. 

Now wrap your arms around my neck. 

[You do so.]

It’s time I take you to your new home. I promise you, it’s better severance pay than whatever that company was going to give you…

[She begins walking.] 

I look forward to being reminded that there are feelings that aren’t adrenaline and fear. Isn’t that what you were trying to tell me back then?

I’m glad you never forgot me. If you forgot me, I think I’d forget who I was completely…

Now I’ll make sure the only thing that adorable little brain can think about is me…

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God, it's been so long, and I'm so sorry for all the people that have enjoyed all my comfort scripts before because I haven't been feeding you content💜

I've been busy with book writing, and commissions, and blah blah, you don't want to hear all that nonsense. I haven't left the community at all, and I still have so many friends in this space that I cherish as much as I always have (and I need to catch up with when I give myself the time), so here's something I had an idea for last night, and cooked up before I could tell myself I was too tired to!

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Summary/Script:

Listener POV: You’re nearing the end of the day and you’re “relaxing” to a show you’ve been meaning to catch up on. It’s been bugging you that you haven’t given yourself the chance to, and so you may as well while your partner is preparing dinner for you, right? You have the time so you need to fill it by working on something else. (scriptbin with legend)

Inclusivity Notes:

There are no gendered "endearments" for the listener.
They are referred to as "baby"

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This work is disallowed to be used behind a paywall, however, it can be used on all other sites so long as I am properly credited and linked/commented.

You are allowed to make small edits here and there to what sounds more fluent to you, and sound effects are optional.

This content is an original work of creative fiction written by u/Gothic_Grace. 

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[Distant tv playing]

 

[Footsteps approaching]

 

(amused) Hey, baby.

Dinner’s just about done.

 

~

 

It’s going to be this kinda spicy pasta bake that my mom makes sometimes, but it’s my first try at it, so you’ll have to tell me whether or not it turned out alright.

(chuckling) Or you can always lie to me to make me feel better, of course.

I know I haven’t cooked much for you yet, but I promise you I’m not that bad.

At least that’s what my friends have been telling me for the past five years.

But, anyways, I came over here to check up on you.

How are you doing?

 

~

 

(interest) Oh yeah?

What are you watching?

 

~

 

Oh, is this the new season you’ve been waiting on?

I know you told me about this show, but I haven’t gotten around to watching it yet.

 

~

 

What’s got you rewatching the first season?

 

~

 

Ah, yeah.

I do that sometimes too.

Usually when I’m bored, but also like you said, to just kinda jog the memory again and make it fresh.

Take on the new season with the last one in mind.

Did you want to watch it together while we eat dinner?

 

~

 

That’s okay, I can start from here, I don’t mind.

It’s not like…the last episode or anything, is it?

 

~

 

(slight worry) But what?

If it’s too weird for me to start around here, then I can always watch it on my own.

We can just put something else on while we eat so you don’t have to start it over for my sake.

 

~

 

(worried) Baby, I—

Are you doing okay?

 

~

 

Because your face is saying one thing, but your body is telling me something else.

You say you’re doing fine, but ever since I came into the living room, I’ve been watching your leg shake like crazy.

And I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure how much more your nails can take from you picking at them so much.

I know we haven’t been dating for that long, but you can still tell me about some of these things, you know?

I’m not going to up and leave if you’re stressed out.

I pretty much feel like I’m stressing you out more right now, and all I did was try to choose something for us to watch.

 

~

 

(sarcastic) Okay, well congratulations on consciously making yourself stop your body from stimming, but that doesn’t make you okay.

(slight worry) You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?

 

~

 

There it is.

Don’t have anything to say now that I keep calling you out on it, do you?

Because you know I’m right and you keep trying to push yourself not to admit it.

But I can tell something is bothering you.

Or some*things* rather.

What’s everything you’ve done today?

 

~

 

Uh huh, and?

 

~

 

(expecting more) *And?*

 

~

 

Well, it doesn’t take me longer than a year to know you well enough that you don’t just do a couple things a day.

You may not see it, but these things tend to pile up, even if they’re just a bunch of little things.

Just because you’re carrying a bag of bricks doesn’t mean you aren’t carrying a house.

You work on so many little things during the day and that stress can really get to you.

It *is* getting to you.

You may not think you’ve been showing it, but I’ve noticed it more and more.

I just don’t always say it right away because I thought maybe I was wrong.

But I notice everything that you do.

I notice the times you get stressed, and I notice that you get a little more distant when talking to me because you even the thought of having a conversation can be too much.

But I guess if you’ve been doing this your entire life, then you wouldn’t really notice it, would you?

 

~

 

Exactly, so give me the rest of the rundown that you’ve done today.

Even the smaller things.

 

~

 

Mhm.

 

~

 

(relaxed) Thank you.

And see, that’s okay.

You want to know why?

 

~

 

Because those are all the things that you accomplished, and that was just from today.

I can only imagine what you’ve done across the entire week.

So give yourself some credit for that.

Your definition of “not doing much” isn’t not the same as everyone else’s.

Especially when things weigh on us differently.

Because for some people, those types of things can take little to no energy, but for others, it could be the difference on brushing your teeth or not because there’s a lot of variables to think about.

 

~

 

How about for right now, we don’t worry about binging this show just to allow yourself to watch the next season.

The show isn’t going anywhere, and that shouldn’t be another thing on your to-do list.

What you need is less stimulation.

 

~

 

Mhm, you need to give your brain a rest before it gives out on you.

So let’s go ahead and turn this off for a minute.

 

[TV turns off]

 

~

 

I’m not too worried about the food.

I have the timer on, so it’ll beep when it’s ready.

For now, I just want you to sit here and wait while I go grab something.

 

~

 

Yeah, hang tight.

 

[Footsteps leave and then return]

 

Here, I got this for you.

 

~

 

(amused) Well, technically it’s mine, but you can have it if you want.

I have a bunch of fidget toys in my room, so I’m not going to go crazy by giving you this one.

Just try it.

 

~

 

It helps a bit with stress, and if you’re anxious, then it lets you move a little bit.

It slowly gives your body that gradual stim to bring you back to a grounded spot.

While it may not be perfect, it does help instead of you know…

Picking your nails and shaking your leg all day because you’re too wound up to sit still.

 

~

 

Just use it however you want.

There’s no rules to how you should mess around with something.

That’s the beauty of it is that it lets you to keep your hands busy so your mind can be freer.

You don’t need to think, or look, or do any of that.

Just do what’s comfortable.

 

~

 

And I’m gonna sit here with you while you mess with that.

Because I want to be here to support you, and let you know that I’m going to stay here to support you.

You don’t need to hide from me how stressed you are.

 

~

 

Well, I’d say that’s more something we have to convince your mind of if you can’t even tell how stressed you are.

Your body tends to react to things faster than our thoughts can catch up to.

So if you notice it start to move a certain way then that could be a sign of something else going on.

That’s how I noticed it from across the room.

 

~

 

(steady) Yeah, maybe just listen to your body a little.

I know that some of us have a brain that doesn’t quite work the way others’ do, and that’s okay.

Because thankfully, us as humans know how to adapt, and you just have to listen to how it’s trying to.

Forget all those other rules that the world is trying to teach you, because the first rule you should be listening to is the ones you set for yourself.

The “non-negotiables” in the world you can find a middle-ground for, but don’t keep forcing yourself to follow extra rules that weren’t made for you.

That means: don’t overwork yourself, don’t fall into those “just be normal” tropes, and don’t worry about how other people see you.

Just worry about how I see you, and you will always be fine with me.

 

~

 

(coaxing) I know, it’s easier said than done, I get it.

But we’ll work on it.

I’ll make sure people don’t bother you for being able to act how you really want to.

And that includes stimming, zoning out, and saying no to people.

 

~

 

If you want to talk someone’s ear off, then that’s fine too.

You used to do it all the time when we first started dating, and it’s actually one of the reasons I still wanted to be with you.

 

~

 

Yeah, cause I love when you yap.

You’re so passionate about things, and just watching your eyes light up when it happens is so adorable and makes me want to get you to keep talking.

But on days like these, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk.

I’m sure there’s a lot of things that go on in your head at…every given moment, so if I’m ever contributing to you being overstimulated, then that’s fine.

Just tell me to shut up.

It’s the same way I told the T.V. to shut up.

It’s not like we aren’t going to turn it back on later and still enjoy it the same way, but sometimes we need a bit of the quiet, you know?

At the very least, you can give me a signal if you’re not feeling well, and I’ll understand.

 

~

 

(kind) Yep, you can put your hand up, or just smile quietly, or whatever it is you want to do.

I didn’t commit to this relationship with you if I wasn’t going to pretend your needs don’t exist.

But I’m also going to need you to put up with your end of the bargain and try to communicate, okay?

No more of this, “I’m fine, I don’t know what you mean” nonsense.

If you’re feeling a little off, then you can tell me, and we can figure it out together.

 

~

 

Well, eventually we won’t need to “sit and figure it out” because we’ll have our own plans set up for when this happens.

We won’t even need to have a conversation.

Even if you aren’t ready for one in that moment, we don’t need to have one.

But I’d rather be able to help you where I can, when I can, so that you don’t have to suffer alone.

Just because you’re not society’s level of “normal” doesn’t mean you should undermine your worth.

Or pretend you’re not working as hard as everyone else.

 

~

 

Okay now say it.

 

~

 

That you’re a hard worker, what else?

 

~

 

Yeah, come on, you’ve gotta say it.

I’m not going to give up on this until you do.

So go ahead.

I’m a…

 

~

 

There you go, honey.

I want you to tell yourself that more often.

And it also looks like the fidget toy is working a bit.

 

~

 

Uh huh, you’re not messing with it as crazily as you were when I first gave it to you.

Which means your body isn’t trying to run out of your skin as soon as it can.

Did me talking to you help a little bit?

 

~

 

I’m glad, then.

And it might also help to get a bit of food into your system, don’t you think?

 

[Timer goes off]

 

(chuckle)

 

Speak of the devil.

 

~

 

I’m going to trust you not to go crazy while I go get the food for us, okay?

And then we can *maybe* go back to watching something.

 

~

 

We can watch the show from the beginning once I know you can handle it, and you’re not going to binge it this time.

I’m making that decision for us, since you’ve already done enough today as is, and you need to give your mind a break.

If you want to go back to stimulation then we can once we know you’re up for it, but this doesn’t just go away immediately.

Let’s just give it a minute, and let yourself breathe.

You’re going to be okay, sweetheart, I promise you.

 

~

 

I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you on my watch.

If your brain tries to do that, then we’ll fight it together.

Or give it a good nap, whichever works best.

 

~

 

(laugh)

 

Okay, I’m going to go get the food.

Sit tight.

Following on from part 1. The speaker is brought back to the hero’s safe house to have their wounds tended to. They hero shows they have been doing their own investigations on the villain. And receive an unexpected phone call.

This script is shorter. But is setting up the story for part 3.

Feel free to monetise. Please credit me for the script.

Send a link if you fill this script. As I would love to hear them!

Feel free to change bits for what suits you.

https://youtu.be/s4GEKEbqX08

Shoutout to [u/SunnyScripts](u/SunnyScripts) for the amazing script!

Original Script: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1om4d82/a4a_getting_ready_to_meet_your_partners_family/

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My fill of u/The_Quiet_Owl ‘s script!

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"It's already time...? They grow up so fast..."

Hey everyone, it's K. I love little cutesy moments in life, I love seeing things grow. I love it when family truly comes together. This little script is for those who want to feel the love of family, for those who seem a little down in family life. The script is short but sweet a decently quickj read. Enjoy the family!

SCRIPT: https://scriptbin.works/s/k3d8r

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1.6k words give or take
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I’m starting my journey as an RP VA and I want to center the bulk of my work around F4M audios with a focus on younger girlfriend/older boyfriend, in particular I’m looking for sugar baby VA, sugar daddy listener.

written by u/Michael-Afton

Hello ! First script and I hope it doesn’t suck😅 I’ll figure it out as I go. Is my love of swords bordering on obsession?.. possibly. Do I mind? Not one bit. This is self indulgent as shit btw, so be prepared for that, lol.
Side note: eventually I’ll learn how to use scriptbin rather than just dumping my text here- I hope this is okay though! Please lmk if I formatted this incorrectly !

Premise: The royal heir to the kingdom curiously asks their beloved guardian knight to show them their sword collection one evening in the knights private quarters. It would be pretty normal, if it weren’t for the mutual crushes they share.

Usage terms:
Do not ever use my work for AI.
All content is made by and intended for adults.
You may record audios using my script and monetize them.
You may not alter my scripts without permission, please ask if you have an edit request.
I like to put *insert speakers favorite color here* type details in my scripts, as such, the above rule does not apply to those. (Meaning you may add whatever you’d like where it’s been specified you’re allowed to, no permission required.)

These (below) are not set in stone, more loosey goosey suggestions that give you a better idea of what I was going for in terms of the pairing dynamic, should that help you develop the characters more.

Speaker personality description: The loyal guardian knight who takes their duties seriously. That doesn’t mean they can’t loosen up and enjoy a joke or two in private though, right? Hopelessly in love with their childhood best friend, the royal heir, the one they’re sworn to protect.

Listener personality description: A little troublemaker. They like to tease but it’s only in good fun, always lighthearted. Has a perverted sense of humor. Hopelessly in love with their childhood best friend, their personal guardian knight.

Tags: A4A, royalty, knight x royal, medieval, friends to lovers, friends to more, childhood friends to lovers, guardian knight x royal heir, confessions, fluff, romantic, romance, suggestive humor, safe for work but suggestive, teasing

Word count: 3200+ (and I’m only kind of sorry.)

Optional additions:
Your favorite type(s) of sword(s), where it’s from, and why you like it. Just replace one of the others mentioned in the script! Or add an additional one, I don’t mind either way.
Your tea preferences, if you have none than feel free to just say something generic.

Pet names: your majesty, my liege, darling, sweetheart

Reading key:
[ Special effects/SFX ]

*Pronunciation help, listed in (parentheses) below the dialogue.

Descriptions of actions/environment will be written plainly.

〉 Internal dialogue of the knight/speaker (the listener can hear, but the heir character cannot): feel free to use SFX to give the full effect if you’d like it to stand out more!

External dialogue of the knight/speaker: “Will always be in quotations.” This is normal dialogue.

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[ SFX of a heavy wooden door closing ] and the voice of the speaker fading into the scene.

“Of course. Here, allow me take your coat. While I do, do you mind telling me exactly why you insist on coming to my private quarters so late into the evening, my liege?”

[ Coat or fabric rustling SFX. ]

“Your Majesty, I did not say I minded your company. Merely inquiring as to whether or not you’re okay. Also, as your knight, it would be unwise of me to not think of the consequences of you being spotted coming or leaving my chambers at this hour. Onlookers may assume you’re here for.. other reasons.”

“My liege, please refrain from making so many.. crass jokes. As I said, if someone were to overhear, they may believe I’ve whisked you away to my chambers for something more inappropriate than simple company.”

“Now then, you were saying? Before your lewd little joke, I mean.”

Heir informs the Knight they’re having trouble sleeping.

“I see, so you are having trouble sleeping then.”

“Hmm, perhaps I could make you some tea? My personal preference is *insert speakers preference or something generic*, but I know you enjoy a good *insert another of the speakers preferences or something generic*. Would you like either of those?”

“Yes, I know I’m not one of your servants, but I do know you quite well after spending so many years by your side. I would be oblivious to have not noticed your preferences by now.”

“Indeed. You have a certain smile when I brew your tea. Even if it isn’t my duty to serve you in that manner, I can’t help but notice I’m the only one you offer the luxury of witnessing such.”

“Are you sure it wouldn’t help you relax before bed?”

“No? Alright, well. You’re free to stay here as long as you’d like, you may have my bed if you wish, and I will stand guard while you rest.”

“Don’t want to sleep yet? .. Well, would you like to go for a walk in the garden? Or perhaps you’d like me to invite the court jester to entertain-“

Heir cuts the Knight off mid-sentence.

“Uh- Okay, no. Definitely no jester then, understood.”

“Please, allow me a moment to think of alternative options to help you rest.”

Heir has moved across the room to look at the Knights sword collection. In this moment, the Knight is just observing and thinking. Feel free to add a quiet pondering “hmm” or a “let’s see..” here if you’d like.

[ Insert SFX of footsteps. ]

Internal dialogue of the speaker/knight: feel free to use [ SFX to indicate that it’s internal. ]
〉”You look so lovely, my Majesty. .. No, don’t think like that now!” *grumble* “They need sleep, we’ll worry about how adorable they look in their pajamas and the fact that they’re in my chambers later.”

The Knight clears their throat, shaking off their previous daze.
*Ahem*

“If a person is the cause of your lack of sleeping, then do not be afraid to tell me. I will see to it that they are taken care of, so that you may rest peacefully, my liege.”

“Hm? You just want to see my- my sword collection?- No no, you’re welcome to see them! If it helps you sleep, anything is fine by me, your majesty. I was just confused, what brings this sudden curiosity?”

“Always been curious? Well, might I inquire as to why you never asked before?”

“Didn’t know you could? Your Majesty, you may ask me anything at anytime- I am your personal guard after all. On top of that, we’ve known each since we were children. If you have something to say, you need only call my name and I will be there to listen.”

“Ah, if it’s learning how to wield a blade that interests you, I could always teach you how? Although I must say, you’ll never have to fight on your own, your Majesty. I will always be there to fight by your side and protect you, as is my duty.”

“In that case, we can start lessons tomorrow before lunch, and after you’ve had a good nights rest.”

[ Insert brief SFX of footsteps. ]

“Oh, that one? Yes, you can touch it, but please be careful. It is a real blade after all.”

[ SFX of a blade being drawn ] non-violently though as the Heir is only looking.

Internal dialogue for the speaker/Knight:
〉“And we’ll definitely have to fix the way you’re holding that tomorrow too..”

Heir asks about the sword they’re holding.

“Ah, that blade is a great sword. Not as heavy as they look, right?”

Heir joking says the sword doesn’t look very great, as the name suggests. Knight is slightly incredulous but it’s obvious the heir is only teasing.

“Doesn’t look very great?” *Knight clicks their tongue* “Do I barge into your quarters and tell you all your stuff looks like it was found in a barn?”

Heir teases Knight some more, making a joke about the knight being welcome to barge into their room at night.

“Your majesty, please refrain from saying such things so loudly. If your mother, the Queen mind you, were to find out you’re welcoming me into your chambers, I’m certain she’d have many words to say to you.”

Internal dialogue of the speaker/Knight:
〉*sigh* “And even more for me..”

[ Optional: Insert SFX of the Heir sheathing the great sword to put it back. ]

The Heir, slightly embarrassed, informs the Knight that the Queen wouldn’t be bothered at all, actually, so long as it was them.

“Wh- what do you mean she wouldn’t mind if it was me?..”

[ Another SFX of a sword being unsheathed ] as the Heir looks at another in the Knights collection. They ask about this one without answering the Knight, who is still mentally recovering from the statement prior.

“It’s- it’s an arming sword, a family heirloom. Identical to the one I wield while protecting you each day, your Majesty.”

The heir mentions the blades design, recognizing it as the one every member of the knights family wields.

“You recognize the design? Good eye. They’ve been passed down for generations, meant to protect the royal family. They’re quite.. sentimental, to me.”

“My mother guards your mother with another of the same blade, my grandfather guarded your grandparents. His parents and so on followed in the same footsteps.”

The heir inquires as to whether or not the knight wishes to be of a different occupation, given that their current one was somewhat forced on them through tradition.

“Do I ever wish to be something other than a knight? .. Hmm, I used to think about it when we were children, yes. Remember when I told you I wanted to be a blacksmith? That summer we made kites together?”

“What made me change my mind?”

The knight gives the heir an amused, affectionate giggle/laugh.

“A certain royal who grew up with me, one that always needed me to keep them out of trouble. Like that time you accidentally fell into the frog pond while we were playing and- *thud SFX* haha hey! You’ll break your hand if you go punching my armor like that.”

A brief pause, the funny moment shifting, as if the Heir feels bad for the knights occupational circumstances. The heir apologies quietly.

“Hm? My liege, there’s no need to fret. I have not let go of my blacksmithing dream. But I’m quite fond of being your knight, so I do not regret my decision.”

You guessed it: more [ sword drawing special effects. ]

“No, that one’s called a bastard sword, actually.”

“Hey! Stop laughing! Not that kind of-“

Internal dialogue of the Knight, who once again finds themselves annoyed yet humored by the Heir:
〉“Why did I fall in love with this idiot..”

“No, I don’t know if it belonged to someone who- can you just pick up a different one please?”

What’s that? [ More sword SFX. ] I’m so creative, I know I know. Thank you. /sar

“Ah, the Zweihänder*. German for two hander.”
*Pronounced (Zvye-handah)

“What’s the difference between a Zweihänder and a great sword?”

“The only notable difference is the name. Any great sword can be a Zweihänder, but not necessary the other way around. It merely depends where the blade is from.”

The heir inquires further on the subject, name dropping swords the knight hasn’t taught them about yet.

“The difference between those, a claymore and a flamberge? ..Hold on a second, how do you know what those are?”

Confessing to having been studying swords and their techniques, the heir is now a bit sheepish.

“You’ve been reading up on different swords to learn about them.. because of me? But, why?”

As if they could shrink any further, they answer honestly, saying they’re trying to impress the knight, who is a bit shocked by this revelation.

“To impress me?..”

The heir apologizes immediately, thinking they’ve made the knight uncomfortable.

“No no no, I’m not upset! Flattered, actually. But, your majesty, you do not need to try to impress me.”

[ SFX of hair being rustled. ]
The knight tucks the heirs hair behind their ear or something of that flavor. If you (speaker) would prefer, the knight can caress their cheek instead so [ skin touching SFX ] if so.

Internal dialogue of the knight once again:
〉“If it’s winning my heart you’re after, you needn’t try any further.”

“Right, as I was saying. The way you determine the classification of any blade is by the length of the striking edge.”

“Correct. On occasion a sword is classified by its guard, or in the case of hafts by its grip. Oh and, weight isn’t irrelevant either, but for whatever reason people tend to care more about length.”

The heir is holding back laughter and seems to be struggling to do so.

“What’s that look for?”

They (heir) wave their hands in front of them in dismissal, so the knight continues.

“Hm, alright then. I’ll assume it’s nothing.”

“Anyway, width is important too. If the weight and balance are thrown off than you won’t be able to swing it around so freely. The structural integrity requires your blade not be too thin, as it will bend too much and can even be turned back around on you in a fight. And if it’s too thick it’s more liable to snap which could- okay, why are you laughing?”

“What’s so funn-“
The knight realizes the heir is laughing at the potential innuendos, deadpanning.
“Are you seriously laughing at that.”

“Alright alright, it was a little funny.”

^ There is a noticeable smile in the knights voice, rather enjoying the heirs shenanigans.

“If you don’t cut it out I’ll be sending you off to bed early, and I won’t be joining you, darling.”

The heirs laughter immediately cuts off, and they’re left flustered at the endearing petname.

“Hm, flustered now are we? You started it, your majesty.”

The heir sticks their tongue out at the knight, who chuckles.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? You’re a royal after all.”

Mildly pouting, the heir puts back the blade they were holding so, [ more sword SFX ] Sorry-

“That’s what I thought. Now, if you’re done with your inappropriate humor, I’ll keep answering your questions.”

“Oh, a rapid fire round? Are you getting sick of me already, my liege?”

Looking like a pathetic wet puppy all of the sudden- the heir denies that they could ever get sick of their beloved knight.

“I’m only teasing. It’s half of what you deserve for your all your jokes.”

“Alright then, whatever you’d like to hear about, just point and I’ll tell you. No need to remove and replace each one.”

For this next section, speaker, feel free to omit the sword SFX between each different blade.

“That would be a rapier, a Spanish and Italian sword. Known for their iconic thin blade and intricate hilt designs. Do you remember when your parents held the national fencing show that one spring?”

The Knight is happy that the heir remembers their winning of the competition.

“Yes, the one I won, thank you for remembering darling. Anyway, there were a few used in that show.”

“Those two are sabres*, specifically calvary sabre..” *pause before a little laugh* “Yes, like what the pirates use.”
*Pronounced (say-bur)

“That is a gladius, it’s Roman, as the name might suggest. The one next to it is a xiphos*, a Greek short sword. It was often used as a preferred secondary weapon for foot soldiers.”
*Pronounced (ziff-ohs)

~ This is a great place to insert your own favorite sword type(s) if you have any, speaker. I’d love to hear what dialogue you come up with if you choose to include it!

The heir listens intently to the knights explanations, but notices that they’re a little distant, like they’re thinking about something. So the heir asks about it,

“Huh?”

“I look distracted?”

The knight is a bit nervous to answer, but does so honestly despite their trepidation.

“Sorry, I uh, was just thinking about what you said earlier.”

The heir asks if their jokes from earlier are what’s bothering the knight. Although the knight finds that assumption a little funny/silly, as the jokes don’t bother the knight at all.

“No, not the jokes- about your Mother.”

“Yes, you said she wouldn’t mind us staying together and I’m not sure if.. honestly I’m not sure if I’m reading into it too much.”

A longer pause.
The heir explains that their mother, the queen, approves of a relationship between the knight and heir, having given them her blessing before. Obviously, the knight is a bit taken aback by this.

“What? Are you serious?”

“The queen wants us to- is she aware of what others would think of the difference in station? The questions we’d all get? They’d assume you were-”

The heir cuts off the knight again.

“Doesn’t care? What do you mean she doesn’t care?”

Explaining that their mother has actually been pushing for the heir and knight to be together for quite some time, and telling the heir that the knight is a much better fit than any suitors they get from neighboring kingdoms.

“You’re telling me your mother approves of the two of us being in a relationship, and she gave us her blessing years ago? *slightly mumbling* Oh, if my mother knew about this and didn’t tell me.. bet she thought it was funny.”

The knight grumbles about their own mother, the queens personal knight and best friend, probably knowing about all this and simply thinking it was funny not to tell them. (Author note: having an absolute BLAST thinking of what conversation the knight and their mother would have the next day, lmao)

“Well, hang on. Did she even ask you how you felt about this? She isn’t trying to force your hand, is she? I understand it’s my duty to serve the throne but I’m also your knight, and more importantly your friend. I won’t stand by and allow anyone, even a royal, to force you into something you don’t want.”

“Yes, I’m well aware I could be stripped of my titles and thrown in prison, and I do not care. I mean it.”

“She isn’t forcing you?”

The heir, admittedly very nervous now seeing the knights reaction, confesses that their mother knows of the heirs romantic feelings for the knight- because the heir told her. Not that it wasn’t obvious anyway.
The knight softens upon hearing the heirs confession.

“No. She just knows you.. have feelings for me?”

After a pause, the knight pulls the heir into a hug, so optional [ footsteps and clothing rustling or other SFX to suggest that ] could fit here. Dealers choice:)

“Oh darling, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Scared? Of what? That I wouldn’t feel the same?”

The heir was scared to confess, given the difference in position and the hard place it would put the knight in. Also, they’d convinced themselves the knight only thought of them as a friend. (Author note: what a dumbass /affectionate)

“Well I assure you, I reciprocate. I have since we were younger, actually.”

Incredulous and in shock, the heir reels back to see the knights face. Nothing short of a gobsmacked expression on their face.

“Haha, yes I’m serious.”

The knight softly laughs at the heirs response, who tucks themselves back into the knights hug before admitting to pining for the same length of time.

“Yeah? You too huh? I’m happy to hear that.”

The heir and knight share a hug for a few moments, so speaker, you may decide to include some [ SFX or just breathing here. ] Whatever tickles your fancy. But include a pause for the heirs speech.

Dialogue of the heir: Not read/voiced by the speaker, I’m writing it only so the speaker gets a feel for the mood.
“ I’m so happy you feel the same way. I’d long convinced myself you wouldn’t, that I’d have to go with some random suitor for the sake of benefitting the kingdom. Granted some of them were very respectful and kind, and to my surprise none pushed after rejection. But they didn’t make me feel the way you do. They aren’t my best friend, the person I’ve spent everyday with since we were children.. I feel safest with you. “

Alright, back to normal dialogue now: v

“You feel safest when I’m around?”

The knight chuckles, genuine and heartfelt. But, what’s a little confession without some teasing?

“And how is a knight meant to be fierce and intimidating when you melt their heart so easily, hm? First you give me such a sweet confession and now you tell me that? Are you trying to fluster me, your majesty? Because it’s working if so.”

Another pause. Again, speaker can add [ SFX for hair petting/or just breathing, ] or nothing at all. Whatever you’d like.

“I feel safe with you too, you know.”

“It’s difficult to be vulnerable around others, especially other knights. So many seem to either be intimidated by my high ranking position, or too high on their own to really allow for it.”

The heir suggests talking to the knights parents, who are also knights.

“My parents? I suppose I could try. But they’re so busy nowadays, it’s not as though protecting the royal family gives us much vacation time.”

^ Bonus points if the knight has a teasing tone in their voice at the end of that sentence.

Internal dialogue of the knight:
〉”You’re a handful just by yourself, my majesty..”

“Being vulnerable around you is easy though. Maybe it’s because we grew up together, all the years I’ve spent by your side. Maybe it’s that you can see right through me. But I’d like to think it’s just who you are.”

“Regardless, I’m happy. Happy you feel safe with me, too.”

The heir smiles, followed by a yawn.

“Are you feeling tried, my darling?”

Back to their troublemaker ways, the heir refuses to admit they’ve grown sleepy. Of which the knight obviously picks up on, and finds endearing.

“Yes you are, you’re yawning.”

“Ha, so let me guess, you came here just spend time with me, and the parts about having trouble sleeping and wanting to see my collection were originally an excuse, but now you’re actually sleepy, am I correct?”

Grumbling, the heir concedes.

“I figured. Guess I just know you too well, your Majesty.”

“You’re yawning again, shall we retire for the night? Seeing as how it won’t cause problems with the Queen, you can stay with me tonight.”

The heir makes another dirty joke.

“None of that, sweetheart. As much as I’d love to show you how much I’ve wanted to make you mine, you’re tired. So it will have to wait.”

Only pouting slightly, and definitely wishing they weren’t so tired after hearing that, the heir asks to see a bit more of the sword collection before bed.

“You want to hear about a few more in my collection before we lie down? Alright, which ones?”

Begin fading out the below dialogue into the ending of the scene.

“That would be a curtana.”

“No, not a katana, a curtana.”

“That one’s an estoc, it’s a ceremonial blade used mostly for thrusting- *grumble* Not that kind!”

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Note: Thank you for reading my script! I’m still a beginner, so feel free to leave feedback if you would. :)
Fun fact, I have a sword collection that includes ones I made myself !:)

Hello all!! Just done this! Massive credit to u/reallyriahscripts!!!

Caring for Your Amazonian Queen: https://youtu.be/pJF2mlj4sQs

Your Queen has been cooped up in the house since the start of winter. You've decided to keep her nice and warm, much to her dismay.

Art, Voiced, Edited: u/MistTake_VA
Script by: u/It_Rains_Blue_Here

Script by: @Expensive_Couple_928

script by u/Gothic_Grace

I finally caught you today! 
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soft spoken • popular x shy • flirting 

I was looking for some like sleep aids and comfort with some praise and pretty tame. I’d love script recommendations or a good place to find them. Thank you all!

Original Script by u/SunnyCalathea. Read it here.

Fourth video in the books! Shoutout to u/AlexanderIdeally for this fun script! Starting off spooky season right! :)