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novaursa · 7 days ago

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The Second Daughter (by his side)

- Summary: You were born as a second daughter under the watchful eye of a full moon. And just like the moon you were beautiful—and cursed to exist only in the dark.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannsiter

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: hope

- Next part: what we were

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @l3thal-l0lita @ninihrtss @barnes70stark

The vast halls of Casterly Rock hummed with activity. Servants rushed to and fro, polishing every surface until it gleamed and arranging tapestries that had been freshly cleaned to ensure not a speck of dust lingered. The smell of roasted meats and freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchens, and the air buzzed with anticipation as the Lannister household prepared to host the King and his family.

Jason Lannister stood in the great hall, his green eyes scanning every detail with a critical gaze. He ran a hand over the edge of the grand table, ensuring it was free of imperfections. The arrangements were nearly perfect, yet he felt the need to double-check every corner of his domain.

Behind him, the familiar sound of Tyland’s boots echoed against the stone floor. “Brother,” Tyland said, his tone light with amusement, “you’re pacing like a caged lion. I’ve never seen you so intent on perfection. Though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Jason straightened, turning to face his younger twin with a raised brow. “If the King is to visit Casterly Rock, then everything must be as it should be.”

Tyland smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against a pillar. “Ah, yes, the King,” he said, drawing out the words with a teasing lilt. “And, of course, his daughter. Don’t tell me all this fuss has nothing to do with her.”

Jason’s expression tightened, though he refused to rise to the bait. “This visit is an honor for our house,” he replied evenly. “I would ensure it reflects that.”

Tyland chuckled, clearly unconvinced. “Come now, Jason. You’re overseeing every detail as if your life depends on it. You and I both know she won’t see the tapestries or the polished floors, no matter how much effort you put into them.”

Jason’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, he said nothing. Finally, he turned to face his brother fully, his voice low but steady. “You don’t understand what this means, Tyland. She may not see the hall or the gold we polish, but she will feel the care that went into it. She’ll know it was done with intention, for her family and for her.”

Tyland’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by something more thoughtful. “You’ve truly fallen for her, haven’t you?” he asked, his tone quieter now.

Jason exhaled sharply, his green eyes narrowing as he turned back to inspect the hall. “What I feel doesn’t matter,” he said finally. “Not in the way you think. This is about respect. About showing her, and her family, that Casterly Rock is more than stone and gold.”

Tyland’s brow furrowed as he studied his brother. “You speak as if she’s already agreed to something.”

“She hasn’t,” Jason admitted, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. “And perhaps she never will. But if she sets foot in this hall, she’ll know that I care. That I see her for who she is, not for what others might dismiss.”

Tyland was silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on Jason’s face. Finally, he sighed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’ve always been the stubborn one, Jason,” he said. “But I suppose that’s why you’ve always been the better twin.”

Jason allowed himself a faint smile, though he didn’t look at his brother. “Flattery doesn’t suit you, Tyland.”

“No, but truth does,” Tyland replied, pushing off the pillar. “If you’re going to win more of her favor, then at least make sure the wine is good. It’s the one thing the King and his daughter will both appreciate.”

Jason chuckled softly, shaking his head as Tyland walked away. For all his brother’s teasing, there was a kernel of truth in his words. This visit wasn’t just about hospitality—it was about showing you the depth of his feelings in a way words could not.

He turned his attention back to the preparations, his resolve firm. The great hall would be ready. The feast would be flawless. And when you arrived, Jason vowed, you would know that Casterly Rock had been made ready not just for the King, but for you.

The light of late afternoon bathed the towering walls of Casterly Rock as a faint horn sounded from the outer gate. The sound was quickly followed by the rapid approach of hoofbeats echoing through the vast courtyards. Servants paused in their duties, their heads turning toward the commotion, while Jason Lannister, standing on the balcony overlooking the main courtyard, narrowed his eyes at the approaching rider.

The gates swung open, revealing a single horseman clad in the royal colors of House Targaryen—black and red. The messenger’s tunic bore the unmistakable three-headed dragon, and the rider sat tall and proud in his saddle. Dust kicked up from the well-trodden path as the man slowed his steed and came to a stop at the center of the courtyard.

Jason descended the stone steps with purposeful strides, his crimson-and-gold cloak billowing behind him. Tyland followed at a more leisurely pace, his smirk ever-present as he observed the unfolding scene.

The messenger dismounted swiftly, bowing deeply as Jason approached. “Lord Jason Lannister,” the man said, his voice clear and formal. “I bring word from His Grace, King Viserys I Targaryen.”

Jason inclined his head, his expression calm but attentive. “Speak,” he commanded, his voice carrying the authority of the Lord of Casterly Rock.

The messenger straightened, producing a scroll sealed with the royal crest. “His Grace wishes to inform you that the royal procession will arrive at Casterly Rock within three days’ time. The King, along with his family and retinue, eagerly anticipates your hospitality.”

Jason took the scroll, breaking the seal with a deliberate motion. His green eyes studied the neatly written script, though his features betrayed no emotion. When he finished, he nodded and handed the parchment to one of his attendants.

“You have ridden far,” Jason said, his tone even. “See that this man is provided with food and rest,” he instructed his steward. Turning back to the messenger, he added, “Convey to His Grace that Casterly Rock stands ready to receive him.”

The messenger bowed again. “I shall return to the royal party with your reply, my lord.”

Before the rider had his horse taken by a servant, Tyland stepped forward, his ever-present grin widening. “Three days,” he said, addressing his brother. “That leaves just enough time to polish the gold one more time, doesn’t it?”

Jason shot him a sidelong glance. “If you have nothing useful to say, Tyland, I suggest you make yourself scarce.”

Tyland laughed, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “Oh, come now, Jason. Don’t tell me you’re not excited. The King himself, under your roof. And of course… her.”

Jason’s gaze sharpened, but he chose not to rise to the bait. Instead, he turned back toward the Keep, his mind already racing through the final preparations.

“Ensure that every detail is seen to,” Jason ordered the steward at his side. “The feast, the accommodations, the stables—everything must be perfect.”

The steward nodded, hastening to relay the orders to the household staff. Tyland watched with a bemused expression, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against a pillar.

“You’re relentless,” Tyland said, his tone teasing. “But I’ll admit, I’ve never seen you like this before. Perhaps the Targaryens truly have worked some magic on you.”

Jason ignored him, his focus unwavering. “The King and his family deserve nothing less than our finest.”

“And the Princess?” Tyland pressed, his voice dropping slightly. “What does she deserve?”

Jason paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to face his brother. “She deserves to see—no, to feel—that this is a place where she could belong.”

Tyland’s smirk softened, though his tone remained light. “Well, let’s hope she feels it, then. Otherwise, all this effort will be wasted.”

Jason said nothing, his gaze drifting toward the horizon as the sun began to set. The arrival of the royal procession was imminent, and with it, the chance to prove that Casterly Rock could be more than just a fortress. It could be a home. For her.

Jason lingered for a moment longer, the weight of his own hopes pressing against his chest. Three days. That was all the time he had to ensure that everything was perfect.

The royal carriage swayed gently as it rolled along the winding road toward Casterly Rock. Inside, the air was filled with the hushed giggles of your ladies-in-waiting, who sat in pairs along the cushioned benches, their excitement palpable. Beside you, Rhaenyra sat stiffly, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed firmly on the passing landscape. The stiffness in her posture was unmistakable, an obvious contrast to the lighthearted chatter that filled the space.

Across from you, Septa Rhaedis sat with her hands folded in her lap, her expression serene but watchful. Every so often, she cast a glance toward Rhaenyra, her brow furrowing slightly at the Princess of Dragonstone’s obvious displeasure.

One of your ladies leaned closer to her companion, whispering with an eagerness that was impossible to ignore. “I’ve heard the Rock’s great hall is so vast it could fit an entire dragon,” she said, her voice barely containing her excitement.

“And they say the gold mines are endless,” another chimed in. “The wealth of House Lannister is unmatched.”

Their whispers turned into quiet laughter, but Rhaenyra’s mood did not lighten. You turned your face slightly toward her, sensing the storm that had been brewing within her since the trip began.

“Sister,” you said softly, your voice gentle but firm enough to catch her attention. “You’ve been brooding since we left the capital. What troubles you so?”

Rhaenyra glanced at you, her violet eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing,” she replied curtly, though her tone suggested otherwise.

You tilted your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “You forget, Rhaenyra, that I know you better than most. ‘Nothing’ does not sit so heavily on your shoulders.”

Septa Rhaedis looked between the two of you, her expression unreadable, while your ladies fell silent, their curiosity piqued by the exchange.

Rhaenyra sighed, uncrossing her arms and leaning back against the cushioned seat. “It’s this whole trip,” she admitted finally, her voice laced with frustration. “Father’s insistence on visiting Casterly Rock—what purpose does it serve? He panders to Jason Lannister as if his attention is some great prize.”

You frowned slightly, your tone calm as you replied, “The King’s visit is a gesture of goodwill, Rhaenyra. Strengthening alliances benefits us all.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “And yet it seems less about alliances and more about… other intentions.”

You hesitated, sensing the weight of her unspoken words. “You mean Jason,” you said quietly.

Her jaw tightened, and she looked away, the tension in her posture returning. “He has no interest in alliances,” she muttered. “His ambitions are clear. He failed with me, so now he turns his attention to you.”

A soft murmur rippled through your ladies, but you silenced them with a slight raise of your hand. “And if he does?” you asked, your tone measured. “If his attentions are genuine, does that offend you so deeply?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes snapped back to yours, a mixture of disbelief and irritation flashing across her face. “You’re too trusting, Y/N,” she said, her voice sharper now. “Jason Lannister is a man of ambition, not sincerity. He sees you as a way to regain favor, nothing more.”

You felt a flicker of irritation at her words but kept your composure. “And you believe I cannot discern that for myself?” you asked, your voice calm but firm. “I may not see the way you do, Rhaenyra, but I am not blind to people’s intentions.”

Rhaenyra exhaled sharply, her frustration spilling over. “You’re too kind, too gentle. It’s easy for men like Jason to take advantage of that.”

Your smile was faint but unwavering as you replied, “Perhaps. But it is my choice to make, not yours.”

The tension between you lingered for a moment before Septa Rhaedis cleared her throat softly, drawing both your attentions. “Your Grace, Princess Y/N,” she said, her tone even. “Might I remind you that unity within the family is paramount, especially on such a journey as this?”

Rhaenyra glanced at the Septa, her expression softening slightly. “You’re right,” she said reluctantly, though her tone still carried a note of irritation. She turned back to you, her gaze steady but less sharp. “I only worry for you, Y/N. You’re my sister. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

You nodded slightly, your voice gentle. “And I appreciate that, Rhaenyra. But please, trust me to navigate this in my own way.”

Rhaenyra sighed again, leaning her head back against the seat as the carriage swayed gently beneath you. “You’ve always had a way of calming storms,” she muttered, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Even when I don’t want you to.”

Your ladies giggled softly at her words, the anxiety in the carriage easing slightly as the conversation shifted. Outside, the rolling hills of the Westerlands gave way to the towering cliffs that marked the approach to Casterly Rock. Despite Rhaenyra’s reservations, the grandeur of the Rock loomed ahead, a symbol of the strength and wealth that awaited your family’s arrival.

The great courtyard of Casterly Rock bustled with life as the royal procession arrived, the sound of horses’ hooves and the clatter of wheels echoing off the high stone walls. Banners bearing the sigils of House Targaryen and House Lannister fluttered in the brisk wind, and a sea of retainers, guards, and servants stood in perfect formation, awaiting the arrival of their esteemed guests.

At the head of the welcoming party stood Jason Lannister, resplendent in Lannister colors, the sun catching on the gilded lion embroidered on his doublet. His eyes were focused on the procession intently, though his face remained calm and composed. Behind him stood his family and bannermen, their presence as commanding as the Rock itself. Lady Leonella Lannister was there, her posture regal, her gaze sharp as she watched the carriages approach. Tyland stood beside her, his expression unreadable but his eyes betraying his amusement at his brother’s unusually focused demeanor.

The first carriage, ornately adorned in black and red, rolled to a halt, and a steward rushed to open the door. From within emerged King Viserys I Targaryen, his presence as commanding as ever despite the slight weariness in his frame. Queen Alicent followed, her elegance unmarred by the long journey, with the young Princes Aegon and Aemond and Princess Helaena trailing behind them. The King’s gaze swept over the assembled Lannisters, a warm smile breaking across his face.

“Lord Jason,” Viserys said, his voice booming despite the years weighing on him. “It is good to see Casterly Rock as grand as I remember it.”

Jason stepped forward, bowing deeply. “Your Grace,” he said smoothly, “the honor is ours to host you and your family. Casterly Rock stands ready to serve the crown.”

Viserys inclined his head in acknowledgment, stepping aside as the second carriage arrived. Jason’s composure wavered slightly, though he quickly steadied himself as the door to the second carriage opened.

Rhaenyra was the first to step out, her eyes scanning the crowd with practiced ease. Her expression was carefully neutral, though those who knew her could sense the strain beneath her poised exterior. Behind her, the ladies-in-waiting descended gracefully, their whispers and giggles hushed in the grandeur of the moment.

Finally, Septa Rhaedis emerged, her hand extended to assist the last occupant. You stepped out slowly, your movements measured as you adjusted to the firm stone beneath your feet. Your pale hair was intricately braided, and your silver-and-black gown seemed to shimmer as the sunlight caught its threads. The quiet murmur of the gathered crowd grew softer, a ripple of curiosity and admiration passing through them as Ser Lorent Marbrand stepped forward to guide you.

Jason’s eyes softened as they fell upon you, his earlier composure replaced by something warmer, more personal. As you were led forward, it was clear to all that his attention was entirely on you.

When you reached him, Jason inclined his head deeply, his voice softer than before. “Your Grace,” he said, his tone carrying an edge of reverence. “Welcome to Casterly Rock.”

You offered a faint smile, your voice calm but kind. “Thank you, Lord Jason. It is a pleasure to be here.”

Jason hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “If it pleases you, Your Grace,” he said carefully, “may I have the honor of escorting you inside?”

The question caused a stir among the onlookers, but Jason paid them no mind. His eyes remained fixed on you, awaiting your response.

You tilted your head slightly, your expression thoughtful. After a moment, you nodded, extending your hand toward him. “That would please me greatly, my lord.”

Jason stepped forward, gently taking your hand and tucking it into the crook of his arm. The warmth of his presence was steadying, and as he guided you toward the entrance, his movements were careful and deliberate, ensuring each step was smooth and unhurried.

Behind you, Ser Lorent followed at a respectful distance, his ever-watchful gaze taking in every detail. The procession of Lannisters and Targaryens moved toward the grand doors of the Rock, the weight of tradition and expectation heavy in the air.

As Jason led you up the wide stone steps, he glanced down at you, his voice barely above a whisper. “I hope the journey was not too arduous, Your Grace.”

“It was long,” you admitted, your tone light, “but it has brought me here. That is all that matters.”

Jason smiled faintly, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “Then I shall do everything in my power to ensure your stay is worth the journey.”

The weight of his words lingered as you entered the great hall, the grandeur of Casterly Rock spreading out before you. Though the eyes of the court were still upon you, the quiet connection between you and Jason was undeniable, a thread woven amidst the stone of the Rock.

Jason’s arm was steady beneath your hand, his stride deliberate as he guided you through the towering entrance of Casterly Rock. The air inside was cooler, carrying the faint scent of polished wood, stone, and the unmistakable trace of sandalwood—an aroma you now associated solely with him. It lingered softly, comforting yet distinct, and you found yourself unconsciously relaxing as he led you forward.

His grip on your hand, resting lightly on his arm, was firm yet gentle. As the procession moved into the great hall, you noticed a subtle motion—his fingers brushing against yours in a deliberate yet discreet gesture. It was as if he was grounding you, a silent reassurance in the midst of the grandeur and noise.

“You’ve brought us into a magnificent place,” you said softly, breaking the quiet between you. The gentle hum of conversations behind you—the King and Queen’s voices mingling with their children’s laughter—barely reached your ears. “The halls feel as though they carry centuries of strength.”

Jason’s green eyes flickered toward you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he replied, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “It is magnificent,” he admitted. “But today, it feels even more so for having you within its walls.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, though you maintained your composure. “You flatter me, Lord Jason,” you said, though your tone was light, almost teasing.

“Not nearly enough,” he countered without hesitation, his voice carrying a sincerity that startled you. “When the King agreed to this visit, I feared it might never come to pass. Yet here you are. I cannot tell you how much it means to me.”

You tilted your head slightly, sensing the weight of his words. “You have wanted this moment for some time, then?”

“Longer than I care to admit,” Jason confessed, his tone softer now. “Hosting your family—hosting you—has been a hope of mine since… well, since our first meeting.” His hand shifted slightly beneath yours, his fingers brushing over yours once more. “I wanted to show you this place. To make you feel welcome here.”

You considered his words carefully, your voice steady as you replied. “You’ve done much already, Lord Jason. The care and preparation are clear. My father speaks highly of your house, and I… I can feel its grandeur in every step we take.”

Jason’s lips quirked into a small smile, his gaze flicking toward the high arches of the great hall as he guided you further inside. “I wanted this place to feel as though it could belong to you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Even if only for a time.”

The subtle shift in his tone did not escape you, and though the gravity of his words lingered, you chose to focus on the present. “It already feels welcoming, Lord Jason,” you said gently. “You’ve succeeded in that much.”

As you spoke, the procession came to a halt, the King’s voice rising jovially as he greeted members of House Lannister who had gathered to receive him. Jason paused, his attention momentarily pulled toward his family, but his focus quickly returned to you.

“Shall I guide you further, or would you prefer to rest for now?” he asked, his tone thoughtful.

You smiled faintly, tilting your head toward him. “You’ve been a most gracious escort, Lord Jason. But I believe I should join my family for now. There will be time to explore later.”

Jason inclined his head, though his grip on your hand lingered for a moment longer before he released you. “Of course, Your Grace,” he said, his tone warm. “But know that if you ever need a guide, I am at your service.”

You nodded, your voice soft as you replied, “Thank you, Lord Jason. Your kindness does not go unnoticed.”

As he stepped back, allowing Ser Lorent to return to your side, you couldn’t help but notice the faint brush of his fingers against yours one last time—a gesture that spoke of connection, even as he returned to his duties. The scent of sandalwood lingered as he moved away, a reminder of his presence even amidst the grandeur of Casterly Rock.

The grand hall of Casterly Rock was filled with the sounds of courtiers mingling and retainers bustling to accommodate their royal guests. The King, seated with Queen Alicent at a prominent table near the hall’s center, appeared jubilant, his laughter echoing against the high stone walls. He clutched a goblet of wine, already half-emptied, as Lady Leonella Lannister stood nearby, engaging him in a conversation marked by her poised elegance.

Jason approached his mother and the King with measured strides, his green eyes flickering briefly toward you across the hall. You had rejoined Rhaenyra, her sharp features softening slightly as you exchanged quiet words. Even from a distance, Jason’s gaze lingered, tracing the gentle movements of your hands as you spoke. His mother noticed, of course, though she kept her expression neutral as he joined her side.

“Ah, Lord Jason!” King Viserys called warmly, raising his goblet in greeting. “It is good to see you here among us. Casterly Rock is as grand as ever, and your hospitality does House Lannister great credit.”

Jason bowed slightly, his expression respectful but relaxed. “Your Grace honors me,” he replied smoothly. “We are delighted to host you and your family. It is a privilege to welcome the King and his kin.”

Viserys waved a hand dismissively, though his grin remained wide. “Nonsense, nonsense. It is we who are privileged to enjoy such a fine reception. My daughters seem especially pleased.” His gaze flicked toward you and Rhaenyra, his eyes gleaming with warmth as he observed your quiet interaction. “Y/N looks at ease here.”

Jason followed the King’s gaze, his expression softening as he watched you smile faintly at something Rhaenyra said. His mother, ever perceptive, noted the way her son’s attention lingered and arched a delicate brow, though she said nothing.

Viserys turned back to Jason, his jovial tone continuing. “You seem to be looking her way quite often, Lord Jason. Something on your mind?”

Jason hesitated for the briefest moment before speaking, his voice even but laced with sincerity. “Your Grace, if I may—do I still have your permission to court your daughter?”

The question, though carefully worded, carried a weight that silenced the surrounding conversations for a moment. Queen Alicent’s gaze snapped to Jason, her expression betraying surprise, while Lady Leonella’s lips curved into a small but knowing smile. Viserys, meanwhile, regarded Jason with an unreadable expression, his goblet lowering slightly as he considered the request.

“You are bold, Lord Jason,” Viserys said finally, his tone less jovial but not unkind. “It is no secret that you have shown interest in my younger daughter.”

Jason inclined his head respectfully. “I have, Your Grace. And that interest has only grown since I’ve had the honor of knowing her. Princess Y/N is… extraordinary. I would like the chance to show her the sincerity of my intentions.”

Viserys leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze turning thoughtful as he stroked his beard. “She is indeed extraordinary,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. After a moment, he glanced toward Alicent, whose expression remained carefully neutral, though there was a flicker of concern in her eyes.

“Your Grace,” Jason continued, his tone steady, “I understand the delicacy of this matter, and I assure you, my intentions are honorable. If the Princess will have me, I would be honored to court her.”

Viserys studied him for a moment longer before his expression softened. “You’ve not wavered in your pursuit, Lord Jason,” he said with a faint smile. “And I cannot fault you for admiring Y/N. She deserves to be admired—and cherished.”

The King’s gaze shifted toward you once more, his expression tinged with fondness as he watched you speak to Rhaenyra, your gestures measured and graceful. “If my daughter is willing, then I will continue not stand in your way. But know this, Lord Jason,” he added, his tone firm, “Y/N’s happiness is paramount. If I sense any less than the utmost sincerity, this will end.”

Jason nodded solemnly, his voice steady as he replied, “You have my word, Your Grace. Her happiness is my highest priority.”

Viserys chuckled, though his eyes remained sharp. “We shall see, Lord Jason. We shall see.” With that, he raised his goblet once more, the moment of gravity dissipating into the warmth of his earlier mood.

Lady Leonella’s gaze lingered on her son, her expression a mixture of pride and intrigue. “Well,” she said softly, her voice just for Jason, “it seems your persistence has paid off—for now.”

Jason allowed himself a faint smile, his green eyes returning to you across the hall. “It’s not persistence, Mother,” he murmured. “It’s purpose.”

As the King turned his attention back to his wine and conversation, Jason stood quietly beside his mother, his mind already planning how to make the most of the opportunity he had been granted.

The vast great hall of Casterly Rock was alive with activity, a tapestry of motion and sound as lords and ladies mingled beneath the towering arches of polished stone. Golden sconces lined the walls, casting a warm glow that reflected off the intricate tapestries and the Lannister sigils woven into the rugs. The scent of roasted meats and fragrant herbs wafted from the kitchens, mingling with the faint tang of wine that filled the air.

You sat beside Rhaenyra at one of the long tables, your posture serene as you listened to the hushed giggles of your ladies-in-waiting. Their excitement over the grandeur of the Rock was evident, their chatter weaving a melody of admiration and awe. Despite the noise around her, Rhaenyra sat stiffly, her eyes darting across the hall with a mixture of irritation and wariness.

“He thinks himself clever,” Rhaenyra muttered under her breath, her tone bitting as she glanced toward Jason Lannister. “Stealing glances as if no one notices. It’s pathetic, really.”

You tilted your head slightly, sensing her frustration even without seeing the direction of her gaze. “Who, Rhaenyra?” you asked softly.

“Who else?” she replied, her voice low but biting. “Lord Jason. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you.”

Your lips curved into a faint smile, your tone calm as you replied, “Perhaps he’s simply ensuring we are comfortable. It is his home, after all.”

Rhaenyra scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re too kind, sister. He’s not just looking—he’s plotting. Men like him always are.”

You considered her words but chose not to respond immediately. Instead, you turned your face slightly toward her, your expression thoughtful. “Tell me, Rhaenyra,” you said gently, “what does this hall look like? It must be grand to gaze upon.”

The question softened Rhaenyra’s features, her irritation momentarily giving way to contemplation. She leaned back slightly, her gaze sweeping the hall as she answered.

“It is vast,” she began, her voice steady. “The walls are carved from golden stone, polished smooth so they gleam in the torchlight. The banners of House Lannister hang high, each one bearing the golden lion on a field of crimson. Chandeliers hang above, their candles casting a soft, flickering glow that dances on the polished floors. And the table where the King sits…” She paused, her tone tinged with reluctant admiration. “It’s carved from a single piece of wood, massive and intricate, with lions etched along its edges.”

You smiled faintly, your hands resting lightly in your lap. “It sounds magnificent,” you said softly. “A place steeped in history and power.”

Rhaenyra nodded, though her gaze flicked back toward Jason, her irritation resurfacing. “And ambition,” she added. “Men like Jason thrive in places like this. Every word, every glance—it’s all calculated.”

The ladies around you continued to chat and giggle, their whispers carrying fragments of admiration for the Lannisters and their legendary wealth. One of them leaned closer to you, her tone conspiratorial. “Your Grace,” she said, her voice hushed but excited, “did you notice how Lord Jason looked at you when you entered? It was as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, her tone cutting as she replied before you could. “Of course he did. It’s the same way he looked at me before Father rejected him. He’s simply shifted his focus.”

You sighed softly, your voice calm but firm. “Enough, Rhaenyra. Let us not judge him so harshly without cause.”

Your sister regarded you for a moment, her expression softening slightly as she sighed. “I only worry for you, Y/N. You trust too easily.”

“And you trust too little,” you replied gently, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Perhaps we balance each other in that way.”

Rhaenyra huffed a quiet laugh despite herself, shaking her head. “Perhaps we do.”

As the conversation settled, you leaned slightly toward her, your tone softer now. “Thank you for describing the hall to me, Rhaenyra. It helps me see it in my own way.”

Rhaenyra’s lips curved into a faint smile, her earlier irritation fading as she replied, “Of course, sister. I’ll always help you see.”

The bond between you both, though tested by the pressures of court and family, remained steadfast, even amidst the gilded halls of Casterly Rock.

Jason Lannister crossed the grand hall with deliberate strides, his cloak trailing lightly behind him. His eyes flicked briefly toward Rhaenyra, who sat beside you, her posture stiff as she watched his approach. But it was you who held his attention, your serene presence drawing him in despite the whispers and glances that trailed in his wake.

Jason inclined his head respectfully as he reached your table. “Princess Rhaenyra,” he greeted, his tone polite but lacking the warmth that followed. “Princess Y/N.” His gaze softened as it settled on you, his earlier conversation with your father emboldening him.

Rhaenyra’s violet eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Lord Jason,” she replied, her voice cool.

Jason, unfazed, turned his focus to you. “May I join you?” he asked, his tone gentle, though his confidence was evident.

You tilted your head slightly, sensing the tension emanating from Rhaenyra but choosing to address him directly. “Of course, Lord Jason,” you said softly, gesturing to the empty seat beside you. “It would be a pleasure.”

As Jason sat down, the ladies-in-waiting around you fell into a hushed whispering spree, their giggles barely concealed. Jason glanced their way briefly, a flicker of amusement crossing his face before he returned his attention to you.

“I hope the journey here was not too tiring,” he began, his voice warm.

“It was long, but smooth,” you replied, a faint smile gracing your lips. “And the destination has made it worthwhile.”

Jason chuckled softly. “I’m glad to hear that. Casterly Rock is a place of many stories and secrets, though most of them are locked away in its stones.”

“Were you one of those secrets as a boy?” you asked lightly, your curiosity genuine.

He grinned, the expression boyish and charming. “I might have been,” he admitted. “I spent most of my childhood trying to outrun my tutors. Tyland was always the clever one, but I had the speed to escape punishment more often than not.”

You smiled at his words, your voice soft with amusement. “It seems some things have not changed.”

Jason laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Perhaps not. And you, Princess? Were you a mischief-maker as a child?”

Your expression turned thoughtful as you considered his question. “Not mischief, I think,” you replied. “But I did have a habit of sneaking into the Dragonpit to sit with other dragons, before Silverwing was mine. The keepers were forever scolding me, though I suspect they were more amused than angry.”

Jason’s gaze softened, his admiration evident. “A habit of seeking out for dragons, then,” he said quietly. “Fitting for a Targaryen.”

You tilted your head slightly, your smile faint but warm. “Perhaps.”

As the conversation flowed, Jason allowed his hand to drift slightly closer to yours, his movements subtle yet deliberate. When his fingers brushed against yours, he paused, his touch light and unassuming. Then, slowly, he covered your hand with his, his warmth steady against your skin.

The whispering among your ladies-in-waiting grew louder, and Rhaenyra’s sharp gaze snapped to where Jason’s hand rested atop yours. Her lips parted as if to speak, but Jason, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned to address you directly.

“Your Grace,” he said softly, his voice carrying a sincerity that silenced the murmurs around you. “I spoke with your father earlier. He has given his approval for me to court you.”

You blinked, your expression momentarily surprised before it softened. “He has?” you asked, your tone calm but curious.

Jason nodded, his gaze unwavering. “He has. And more than that, I already have yours,” he added, his voice quieter but no less firm. “You gave it to me before I left King’s Landing.”

A faint blush rose to your cheeks, though you did not withdraw your hand from his. “I did,” you admitted softly, your voice steady. “But only if your intentions remain as they were.”

Jason’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his expression resolute. “They have not wavered,” he said firmly. “And they will not.”

Rhaenyra, still watching the exchange, exhaled sharply, her tension radiating. “You are bold, Lord Jason,” she said finally, her tone edged with disapproval.

Jason turned to her, his expression polite but unyielding. “Boldness is often necessary when pursuing something—someone—of great value,” he said. “And your sister is more than worthy of such efforts.”

The animosity between them lingered, but you interceded, your voice calm. “Rhaenyra,” you said gently, “Lord Jason has done nothing to warrant your ire.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze softened slightly at your words, though her frustration remained evident. “I only wish to ensure you are not misled,” she said, her voice quieter now.

Jason inclined his head respectfully. “Your concern for your sister is admirable, Princess,” he said. “I only hope to prove myself worthy of the trust she has already placed in me.”

The quiet resolve in his tone left little room for argument, and though Rhaenyra said no more, her gaze lingered on the two of you, watchful and wary. Meanwhile, Jason’s attention returned fully to you, his hand remaining over yours as the whispers around you swirled like the faintest breeze.

The soft murmur of waves echoed faintly in the distance as you stood on the balcony of your chambers, the cool sea breeze brushing against your skin and teasing the edges of your braided hair. The night air carried the faint scent of salt and stone, mingling with the stillness of the hour. Your hands rested lightly on the carved stone railing, its texture smooth beneath your fingertips.

Ser Lorent stood a respectful distance behind you, his armor catching the moonlight. Ever watchful, he remained as steady as the cliffs that cradled Casterly Rock. The silence between you was companionable, broken only by the gentle rustling of your gown as you shifted your weight slightly.

“It’s quieter here,” you said softly, your voice barely rising above the whisper of the wind. “Quieter than the Red Keep, even quieter than Dragonstone.”

Ser Lorent’s voice, low and steady, answered you. “The Rock has its own kind of stillness, Princess. The walls are thick, the sea muffles much of the noise. It can be… soothing, for some.”

You smiled faintly, tilting your head upward as if to face the sky. “And the stars tonight?” you asked, your tone carrying a note of curiosity. “What do they look like?”

Ser Lorent took a step closer, his boots barely audible against the stone floor. “Clear and bright,” he said. “The sky is dark, without a cloud to obscure them. There’s a cluster directly above us, a scattering like a handful of diamonds on black velvet. The moon is nearly full, casting a soft glow over the sea.”

Your fingers brushed against the stone railing as you imagined the scene he described, the vastness of the sky stretching endlessly above you. “It sounds beautiful,” you murmured. “The stars always seemed closer at Dragonstone, but here… perhaps they feel more patient.”

“They are constant, Princess,” Ser Lorent replied. “No matter where you stand.”

You turned your face slightly toward him, your expression thoughtful. “Do you ever wonder, Ser Lorent, what it is they watch for? What they see that we cannot?”

He hesitated, as if considering the question carefully. “Perhaps they watch to remind us of our place,” he said finally. “Small and fleeting, but part of something greater.”

You nodded, your lips curving into a faint smile. “That’s a comforting thought.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the breeze tugging at the edges of your cloak. The distant crash of waves against the cliffs was a steady rhythm, a reminder of the world’s immensity and your small place within it.

“I think I like it here,” you said suddenly, your voice quiet but resolute. “It’s peaceful. A different kind of peace than I’ve known before.”

Ser Lorent inclined his head slightly, his gaze steady. “It suits you, Princess. This place… it seems to bring you calm.”

You smiled again, your fingers tracing the smooth stone beneath your hand. “Perhaps it does,” you said softly. “Or perhaps it’s simply the quiet. It gives one space to think.”

Ser Lorent said nothing more, his presence a reassuring constant as the breeze carried your words away. The stars above shone brightly, unseen by your eyes but no less present, a reminder of the vastness of the world and the quiet moments that made it beautiful.

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lemon-russ · 17 days ago

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Imagine our dudes with a frail little girl. A shy and sweet crybaby. The kind of kid that hides behind her mother's skirts when strangers show up. Who is more likely to make her cry often? What would their relationship be like with their baby girl?

Awww 🥺 sensitive daughter and primarchssss

Guilliman, Leman, Fulgrim, Sanguinius, Ferrus, Magnus, and Horus would be gentle and sweet I think, apologizing if they made her sad, would be very protective of her, the normal sweet dad flavor regardless of their kid I think

Perturabo would make her cry all the time and not know why but would feel bad in his way, and try to make it up to her by building her little gifts. Also would destroy anyone ELSE who upsets her. Which is a lot of people. And makes her more upset and him more confused.

Corvus, Dorn and Mortarion wouldn't know how to handle her and maybe be a little distant, but walk on eggshells trying to not upset her (and she'd love them for it, they'd just be terrified lol)

Vulkan would be number one dad. She's a daddy's girl and he is obsessed. He would be crushed when she was sad but always know how to cheer her up. They are best friends. He also cries at the sad holo-vid dramas. They eat icecream and talk about their feelings when she gets upset. Best dad for this.

I've kinda always HC'd Khan as being an absentee parent lmao, like shows up randomly like ah yes, you have grown. You're... what, 12? Oh, 17? Huh. Well. Good catching up. And thus would be the reason she's upset and fragile 😭 Alpharius/ Omegon basically the same but just are in her house occasionally. And know everything about her.

Angron would be gruff but protective, somehow not being the one to upset her ever because he'd be afraid of losing his temper so he'd be quiet and serious but also love being around her. Constant terrifying companion scaring off would be bullies lol.

Lorgar would be obsessed. He would spiral if he made her cry. He would try and control her life so no one could upset her. He would coddle her and put her in a metaphorical (hopefully) guilded cage. She would NOT be ready for real life and if he can help it never would have to be. Spirited away baby energy.

Lion would be awful and make her cry all the time, then get upset when she did and not understand he is the problem. He'd be the classic "I don't know how to handle this so I won't". He would not be a good dad about it lol, not mean but very much distant and exasperated. He would not handle her as a teenager well AT ALL. She WILL have Daddy Issues (tm). They don't hate each other but never click. He would kill someone for her if she ever asked. His only response to someone else making her cry is in fact "do you want me to kill them".

Curze............ hopefully he forgets he had a kid. Or he's going to be her biggest nightmare 😭 thinks it's funny when she cries and scares her on purpose.

#asks #This is soooo cute thank you #Handing them babies

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stripedwolf88 · 8 months ago

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The Eras Tour: Paris Night 1 (My Thoughts)

ALLLLLLLLRIGHT. So because @bettysgarden12 wanted to know my reactions and thoughts on everything that happened today, I thought I would share with the rest of yous. It's probably not going to be very in depth or analytical so fair warning on that hehe. Also this probably isn't in order of the show because my memory is trash haha.

1.First things first. The lover bodysuit. WHaT iN ThE FRiLly HeLl?!?!? I literally still don't know whether or not I dreamt of seeing that new bodysuit. Definitely, lesbian colors represented there and it was confirmed with the orange blazer she wore for The Man. It was not an accident I'm sure to have the inside be pink too.

(Side note: we all knew that The Archer was going to get cut. It actually makes a lot of sense too. I think we are past Taylor asking us to stay, not that she doesn't still hope us too. It's more like she is fine with blowing everything up now instead of focusing on the worry of messing everything up. At least I hope that is the case. We're here for ya Taylor. You got this.)

2. Second, the Fearless dress. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I also saw that it looks really reminiscent of the original dress she wore for her Fearless tour. It's almost like she is going back to what once was.

3. Third, transitioning right into Red was something. The new Red shirt says "This is not Taylor's Version" when Red is in fact Taylor's again. Some of my moots pointed out that it could be referencing the whole Real Taylor vs Taylor The Brand theory that we as a community have been developing for quite some time. With this thinking, it would mean that the Taylor we are seeing is not someone Taylor claims as her own or something like that. It's not truly her which we all knew already.

4. Fourth, we saw a new intro for Speak Now (now officially just Enchanted since Long Live has been axed.) I don't have much to say on that other than I wasn't surprised that Long Live got cut. This cut also makes sense if we are thinking that Taylor is gonna burn it down. No more reminding about the good times or the "needing" fans to stand by her forever.

5. Fifth, combining folklore and evermore was unexpected but also not? Idk it made sense and to me it just seems like it was easier to combine them since room had to be made for TTPD.

6. Sixth, Rep was Rep. Nothing really changed from what I could tell or remember other than THE FREAKING GLASS CASES SHATTERING!!! YOU BREAK THAT GLASS CLOSET TAYLOR! WHOOP WHOOP!

7. Seventh, 1989 outfit was...something. It's just not my cup of tea visually. I DID NOT notice the lion or tiger(???) charm she had on until someone else pointed it out. Very interesting either way.

8. Eighth, putting TTPD before Midnights was an interesting choice. The whole theory that we still have to meet her at Midnight (credit to my moots for pointing this out again) is supported by this I think.

9. Ninth, the dress for TTPD is amazing!! And so are the other two outfits. The marching band uniform and it's possible reference back to ME! music video? It has me in shambles.

10. Tenth, the performance for Who Afraid of Little Old Me was visually amazing and she sang it beautifully (no surprise there) with such emotion that it was impossible for me to look away. Her levitating across the stage was also freaking awesome!

11. Next the empty cages imagery?? The nurses pulling her away from her lover??? The image of her crouching in the middle of this weird ass place??? That one really kind of freaked me out. It was eerie and heartbreaking in a way I'm not quite able to explain at this moment.

12. I was conflicted about I Can Do It With A Broken Heart both before, during, and after the performance. I had a feeling she was going to perform it and I kind of wanted her to just to hear her sing it live but then not because I knew how the fans were going to react. I really did face-palm when everyone yelled "More!" on the livestream but we all knew they were going to. The transition into ICDIWABH made me want to throw something at the TV but I also did snort on the petulance on Taylor's face for the little act. I really liked the old Hollywood theme for the visuals and the dance. It was pleasing to watch. BY THE WAY....HAVING THE OUTFIT FOR ICDIWABH ECHO HER OUTFITS ON REP IS REALLY SOMETHING. She bamboozled me again.

13. Midniiiiiiights. THE BODYSUIT IS MY FAVORITE ONE OUT OF THE ONES WE HAVE SEEN SO FAR. I'm glad that Mastermind was kept. I didn't think that she would have taken away anything from the Midnights era but if there was I had this weird concern that it would be Mastermind. Thank god my anxiety was unnecessary.

14. The surprise soooooongs~ Paris is a favorite of mine so I'm happy she played it but also of course she did. That was another predictable thing that happened. Her performance of loml was again heartfelt. She seems really happy to sing these new songs and it shows.

15. I am pretty freaking sure that the Bejeweled lights were a LOT more colorful and rainbowy than usual. Was that just me? Please tell me it wasn't just me!

Overall, it is safe to say that I was not prepared for the absolute chaos that today brought.

Taylor, it seems like you're really doing this (I reeeeeally hope that is the case) and I'm so happy for you if that is what is happening. You do you and you show us what's up. I'm looking forward to it. <3

#kaylor #gaylor #gaylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #the eras tour #paris n1

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perspectivestarters · 9 months ago

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part II)

GUILTY AS SIN?

I hadn't heard it in a while.

My boredom's bone deep.

This cage was once just fine.

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks.

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox.

I'm seeing visions.

Am I bad, or mad, or wise?

What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Oh, what a way to die.

I keep recalling things we never did.

Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

There's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.

We've already done it in my head.

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

I choose you and me, religiously.

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

You don’t get to tell me about sad.

If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said.

Nothing makes me feel more alive.

Who’s afraid of little old me?

You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke?

Let’s hear one morе joke.

Then we could all just laugh until I cry.

I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

Don’t you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

Say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

All you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs.

I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said?

I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn.

I’m fearsome, and I’m wretched and I’m wrong.

Put narcotics into all of my songs and that’s why you’re still singing along.

You lured me and you hurt me and you taught me.

You caged me and then you called me crazy.

I am what I am 'cause you trained me.

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.

The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.

God, help her.

I told them he's my man

I can fix him, no, really, I can.

The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway.

His hands so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face.

I could see it from a mile away.

A perfect case for my certain skill set.

He had a halo of the highest gradе.

He just hadn't met me yеt.

Good boy, that's right.

Come close.

I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

LOML

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames?

We were just kids, babe.

I don't mind, it takes time.

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed.

I felt a glow like this, never before and never since.

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary.

You said I'm the love of your life.

You took me to hell too.

A con man sells a fool a "get love quick" scheme.

I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since.

What we thought was for all time was momentary.

Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, then make her cry.

You shit-talked me under the table.

I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.

It was legendary.

It was momentary.

It was unnecessary.

Should've let it stay buried.

What a valiant roar.

What a bland goodbye.

The coward claimed he was a lion.

I'm combing through the braids of lies.

Our field of dreams engulfed in fire.

I'll still see until I die.

You're the loss of my life.

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

I can read your mind.

She's having the time of her life.

I can show you lies.

I'm a real tough kid.

I can handle my shit.

They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did.

Lights, camera, bitch, smile.

He said he'd love me all his life.

All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting "More".

I was grinnin' like I'm winnin'.

I can do it with a broken heart.

I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day.

I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.

You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

I can hold my breath.

I've been doing it since he left.

I keep finding his things in drawers.

I didn't imagine the whole thing.

'Cause I'm miserable and nobody even knows.

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

Was any of it true?

Who the fuck was that guy?.

Now you know what it feels like

I don't even want you back.

I don't miss what we had.

Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

You didn't measure up in any measurе of a man

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book?

Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years will all this be declassified?

You'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance".

It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside.

You deserve prison, but you won't get time.

You said normal girls were "boring", but you were gone by the morning.

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

You are what you did.

I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive.

THE ALCHEMY

This happens once every few lifetimes.

These chemicals hit me like white wine.

What if I told you I'm back?

The hospital was a drag.

Worst sleep that I ever had.

I circled you on a map.

I haven't come around in so long.

I'm coming back so strong.

Ditch the clowns, get the crown.

Baby, I'm the one to be.

The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.

Honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy?.

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool?

That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.

I'm making a comeback to where I belong

We've been on a winning streak.

There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league.

He just comes, running over to me.

CLARA BOW

All your life, did you know, you'd be picked like a rose?

I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me.

No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan.

This town is fake but you're the real thing.

Take the glory, give everything.

Promise to be dazzling.

The crowd goes wild at her fingertips.

No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in LA.

You're the real queen.

You're the new god we're worshipping.

Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more.

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so.

It's hell on earth to be heavenly.

Them's the brakes, they don't come gently.

You've got edge, she never did.

The future's bright, dazzling.

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teaberrii · 9 months ago

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Chapter 2: Toji

Your move to another city ends up horribly wrong when you’re kidnapped by five men who mistake you for their real target. That still doesn’t stop them from having a little fun.

Sukuna/You | Toji/You | Getou/You | Gojo/You | Nanami/You

Warnings: Rape/Non-con, degradation, pet names

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Five chapters total

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

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You’re sitting on the bed wearing a large shirt you miraculously found in the closet. You aren’t sure whose it is, but you refuse to wear the shirt of the pink-haired man who violated you just nights before. He had tossed a loose, black tanktop into your room, and with a devious smile, he had the audacity to say:

“You’ll look good in this.”

Your knees are to your chest, and you’re hugging them tightly as the slow ticking of the clock eats away at your sanity. Suddenly, you hear a creak and immediately look at the door for fear that the man has returned. You aren’t sure if it’s a blessing or a curse that it’s a different one this time.

His black shirt clings to his muscular figure, and his mid-length black hair reminds you of a man you once dated. He looks older than you, and you refuse to entertain the thought that you might find him attractive under different circumstances. He closes the door, locks it, and walks towards the bed, his green eyes never leaving you.

“How long are you going to keep sitting there?”

You’re not looking at him, but it sounds like he’s judging you.

“How long are you going to keep me here?” you ask, your voice just as bored and disinterested as his. He sits on the bed, and you feel it shift to your right. You immediately slap his hand away when he attempts to touch your cheek. “What are you doing?”

His amused smile looks almost sadistic. “I know what he did to you. He has no taste.” What… What the hell is that supposed to mean? Then, he leans in, his hands on either side of you as if caging you in. “The son of a bitch doesn’t know how to treat a woman.” Your eyes widen. “Look at me.” And you do, and you know you’ve caught his interest with the intrigue in his eyes. Yet, there’s also something predatory like a lion waiting to pounce. “We can’t let you go just yet…” His hand is on one of your knees, and his smile grows. “Not until all of us are satisfied.”

You open your mouth to object, and that's when he seizes the opportunity. His rough lips are on yours, and his tongue hungrily explores your mouth as you desperately try to push him off. But then you gasp when you feel his large hand run through your hair, providing a false sense of comfort.

The world around you starts spinning as his demanding, hungry kisses grey the area between right and wrong. And soon, as if under a spell, you’re welcoming him into your world with your legs spread and him in the middle.

His hands are on your knees, keeping them apart, and his devious smile disappears as quickly as it comes. His hot touch travels inside your shorts and rests on your thighs while keeping his eyes on your flushed face.

“I’ll make this easy for you,” he says. “Lift your hips.” So, with your knees still bent, your hips come off the bed, and he slides his hands further up to grip the hem of your shorts and your underwear. A low chuckle. “An obedient woman, aren’t you? Or…” He swiftly slides them off, and this time his eyes are on his next meal. Without lifting his head, he looks at you with that smile you’ve grown to hate and love. “Are you just that eager to be fucked?”

He grabs your wrist and forces your hand to your sex. With one hand on the bedframe beside your head, he leans in. “Well, you’re going have to work for it.” His hand guides your fingers in, and you gasp as he forces you to go deeper and deeper until your two fingers are almost completely sheathed inside. “Now…” he whispers near your ear. “Put on a show for me.”

His fingers force yours to curl upwards, and you bite back a moan as they brush against your clit. You aim for his face with your right foot, but he swiftly grabs your ankle without batting an eye. He looks at you disapprovingly but smiles and rests your ankle on his broad shoulder.

“Behave, won’t you?” he drawls. “Or, do you think you’re being cute?”

Once again, his fingers force yours to move, but he doesn’t just make them curl. He guides them to press and gently massage your walls, and a warmth blossoms throughout your body. He guides one finger out and replaces it with his own to find your clit. Slowly. Surely. Your breaths become heavy as his finger rubs your clit in small circles. Soon, you’re doing the same and rolling your hips to ride out your inevitable high.

“That’s it…” he whispers in your ear, taking great pleasure in seeing you in this lewd position. “Looks like all you needed was a little help.”

Your satisfied moan is like music to his ears as he pulls out his finger. With his elbows on your knees, he keeps your legs open and licks the combined efforts off his finger.

“For once, that bastard was right,” he says with a low chuckle. His dark gaze flashes towards you. “You taste exquisite.”

You notice his grey pants are slipping from his waist to reveal the hem of his black boxers. Suddenly, he grabs your arm and forces you up. Your arms instinctively go around his neck while your legs are around his waist. Your face becomes even warmer when you feel his heavy, clothed sex on yours. The man’s on his knees, his hands on your ass, firmly holding you in place.

He’s looking at you disapprovingly. “You’re a bit too quiet.”

You don’t dare to move for fear of rubbing against something you don’t want to. “Are you done?” you seethe.

You feel the rumble of his low chuckle. “Do you want me to be? Who’s the one who oh-so-invitingly welcomed me after that one little kiss?” One of his hands goes behind your head, preventing you from turning away. “Stop denying what you really want and just enjoy it.”

His hips roll against you, and coupled with the way he’s kissing you, you’re fully consumed by the fire. You're trapped with no way out. His tongue dances with yours; your bodies find warmth in each other, and soon his large hands are kneading your bare breasts while he takes pleasure in hearing your soft moans that are muffled by his constant kisses.

Eventually, your hands roam across his muscular chest, and you’re so close to feeling his fully erect sex. You’re fully naked while he’s still in his boxers. And, as he takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue stroking in long, slow licks, he looks up at you and smiles.

“Do you think I’m going to fuck you the same way Sukuna did?” He kisses up your chest until he can whisper in your ear. “I want you on your knees.”

“N-No…”

“Oh, trust me, it’ll feel nothing like what he did to you,” he says, lowering you onto the bed. “It’ll be so much better.”

His confidence sends a twisted desire that spreads like fire from your core to the tips of your toes. You watch him as he removes his boxers, your face turning red at the lewd sight of his proud, fully erect cock. His shit-eating grin tells you he isn't the slightest ashamed.

“Turn around, my little slut,” he says.

Of course, he doesn’t give you the choice to do it on your own. He grabs you and forces you around. He grabs your hips and lifts them high enough for him to tease your slick, velvet folds with his heavy sex. You gasp and you tightly grip the sheets when you feel the brutal length and level of his arousal pump into you.

“Fuck…” you mutter as his hard cock fills you with enough force and speed to keep your mouth agape.

“Damn.” His hands slide up to your waist, finding a steady tempo where he has no intention of slowing down anytime soon. You start moving your hips with him, something that he approves of when you hear him curse under his breath. “You really are a dirty girl.”

Your cries of pleasure mix with his grunts as he drives into you, each thrust unbelievably full and filling you to the brim. Then, without slowing down, he grabs your arm and pulls you up. You gasp when his hand squeezes one of your bouncing breasts while the other is on your stomach, keeping you in place. Your back is against his hard chest, your knees so close to giving out until one of his hands pulls your hair, forcing your head back.

His thumb rubs a sweet spot, driving you closer to your release. Your legs are quaking. With the staggering strength that’s building, it will almost be too much for you to bear. You don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop. You aren’t ashamed to admit that you’d cry and beg for him to fuck you to the heavens with his deliciously sinful movements.

His lips are on your neck, and he grins when he hears you whisper, “Oh yes; yes, yes…!” Then, your body shudders, and a thrill ripples inside you, fanning out like flames until you’ve all but melted.

And he, too, came in the very place where he found heaven with a loud grunt.

But, he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he’s hugging you with his hands fondling your breasts.

“I told you it’d be so much better, didn’t I?”

#toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #jjk toji #toji fushigro x reader

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thesapphictimelady · 10 months ago

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Rebinding

Word Count: 600 words

A/N: While some of these may not be true in your state, I did some research into a few different states to keep this as factual as possible. Is Mel and Jacob’s solution the best one? Maybe not. But Jacob is correct, in some states you can face jail time of 2 ½ years. All of the books mentioned have been banned or challenged at some point in history. Some books are banned or challenged because they make us feel uncomfortable with how they show us our history. We should not be comfortable learning about the things we did wrong. Books are important and should be available to everyone. There are many reasons some of these books are banned and if I had listed all of them, this would have been a lot longer. Anyways, this is super short and thrown together before I head to bed but I hope you enjoy it!

“I can’t believe this,” Jacob said from his seat at the kitchen island.

“Are you reading who gives a crap biweekly again,” Melissa asked, rolling her eyes as she assembled her lasagna.

“Mel Mel, they’re banning books!”

“What do you mean they’re banning books?”

“I mean, if our school library keeps copies of these books, we could face criminal charges!”

“Let me see that,” Melissa said, dusting off her hands, “you must be reading it wrong”

Jacob passed her his phone and set his head in his hands as she started reading aloud:

“A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein…Encouraging bad behavior? A Wrinkle in Time…Witchcraft? Animal Farm…Encouraging revolt? Fahrenheit 451…Hang on, they do recognize the irony in banning that, right?”

Jacob grimaced and gestured for her to keep reading.

“James and the Giant Peach for Witchcraft, The Giver for violence, To Kill a Mockingbird for racial slurs, Where’s Waldo for NUDITY?”

“Yeah, that one I did find kind of amusing,” Jacob said

“Well I don’t see any history or nonfiction books so it doesn’t affect your class…” Melissa said.

“Keep scrolling.”

“The Diary of A Young Girl…that’s Anne Frank. It’s banned for homosexual themes. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings…‘anti white sentiment’? A People’s History of the United States for ‘Leftist Propaganda?”

“See! This is bad! These books are important!”

Melissa handed his phone back, humming thoughtfully as she turned back to her lasagna. After a few minutes, she turned back to him.

“Jacob, what do you know about binding books?”

“Not a lot. Why?”

“I think Book Nook number 3 is going to have to wait.”

The next day, Melissa and Jacob checked out as many books as they could fit in her car from the school library and brought them home.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Jacob asked nervously, stroking the spine of ‘And Tango Makes Three’ (banned because the penguins are gay).

“Do you want the kids to be able to read these or not?” Melissa asked, carefully removing the cover of ‘Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret’ (Banned because of content relating to menstrual cycles).

“Of course I do!” Jacob said.

“Get to work then,” Melissa said, passing him the new covers portraying state approved books to put on the banned books.

Together, they worked through the night and into the next day, replacing covers for ‘The Wizard of Oz’ (promotion of socialist values), ‘The Lorax’ (Being anti-logging), and ‘The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe’ (Mysticism). Around noon the next day, a knock on the door jolted them from their work.

“Who is it?” Melissa called.

“Reinforcements!”

Melissa opened the door to the rest of the Abbott Crew, plus Kristin Marie.

“What are you all doing here?”

“I invited them,” Jacob said, “Please don’t be mad. There’s so many books to rebind before Monday.”

“I brought wine!” Janine sang, rushing to the kitchen to get glasses.

Melissa yawned and stepped aside to let them all in. Barbara smiled softly and held the redheads arm.

“You and Jacob are doing a good thing,” she said softly, “But it’s time for us to take over. You go to bed. We’ll take care of this.”

Melissa nodded gratefully and climbed the stairs, glancing down at her work family and smiling. She’d never admit it, but she kind of liked having people in her house. They were all crowded around the table, a glass of wine and a book in each of their hands.

“For the kids!” Jacob said, lifting his glass in a toast.

Melissa mimed raising a glass to him as she headed to her room.

“For the kids,” she whispered, collapsing into bed.

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti #jacob hill

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nekohime19 · 4 months ago

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Heart behind the lie # 30 : One step forward and one step back

Mac and Wukong talk and have a moment. Cheng is also hiding something a lil creepy but yk as eccentric birds do.

Even if Sun Wukong didn't want to admit it, Cheng's library was impressive. The shelves were full to the brim of well-loved books, each placed in different section, designed by a letter and a number. The place was silent, veiled by a soft golden light that embraced anyone that stepped in like a long lost lover. The floor was made of an old wood that cracked at each step, it almost felt like the place was breathing with you as you walked further and further in the aisles. Cheng boasted about it, because of course this vain bird-brain would, and led them to an upstairs floor, one entirely dedicated to shadows and to their study.

“They are stored in function of their time periods, my oldest book on shadows is from the Zhou dynasty, you will find it on the far left.” Macaque looked around with a twinkle in his eyes and a joyous sway in his tail.

“There is normally not much information on shadows.” Mumbled the macaque.

“People fear the shadows, they avoid it. I find this quite foolish. This floor is one of my lifetime works, you can use it as you wish.”

“Thanks.” Replied the warrior as he began to wander, Sun Wukong looked at him, eyes glued to the way his tail swished happily behind him.

“Now, brother, stop gawking. The books that interest us are downstairs.” Called the peacock as he walked towards the stair. The sage was broken out of his mooning, he turned towards his so-called brother (the mere idea of being brothers with this guy was revolting) and grumbled.

“I wasn't gawking.”

“I'm blind, and yet I can see it. Who knew the Monkey King was wrapped around the finger of another? ” Cackled the lord, his voice high-toned and grating. He used his cane to see each of the steps, perhaps he was used to living in blindness, he handled the cane as if it was an extension of his arm.

“Don't say it so loudly!” Panicked the King as he followed after the bird's trail.

“So you admit I'm right?” Asked Cheng as he stepped on the downstairs floor. He guided the sage to one of the tables scattered around the library and politely asked him to sit down. Sun Wukong eyed the chair pulled out by the lord, it seemed normal enough, a wooden chair carved with birds, yet the sage was warry. He sat as slowly as he could, stemming of defiance with every pores of his skin.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Huffed the great sage once seated, Cheng rolled his eyes and disappeared behind a nearby shelf, the sound of his steps and his cane echoing in the silence veiling them.

“Fine. Wallow in your misplaced jealousy.” Sighed the peacock.

“What do you mean misplaced? You're all over him!” Groaned the King as he crossed his arms, the ugly beast in his chest roaring in agreement, pacing behind his ribs like a caged lion.

“I value my life, so I will tell you this now before your jealousy pushes you to murder me.” Huffed the peacock, he came back with a couple of books and a few scrolls. He unfolded one of the scrolls before the sage and put the books aside. “ My interest in the Six-eared Macaque is purely because of his nature. If you weren't aware already, I am a fan of shadows. Now, I do not say he is not lovely. I'm sure I could be interested, but as I said, I value my life.”

“Then why are you flirting with him!” Growled the sage, fangs showing on his bottom lips.

“Well excuse me for being excited to see one of the greatest shadow masters that have ever lived! Of course, I'm more respectful with him. The endearments come naturally, it is my way of showing my appreciation. I will stop if he tells me he is uncomfortable. Now, stop being a brat and listen.”

“I wasn't being a brat…” Mumbled the sage. “I guess I'm sorry, I acted kinda rash.”

“It's fine.” The peacock waited for a bit, eyebrows furrowed in thoughts before adding in a sigh : “Be careful of this jealousy, though. Even if I don't wish to pursue the Six-eared Macaque, others will. This is a huge city, and a lot of people came here for the festival. All kinds of people. I don't know the extent of your relationship with him, but to my knowledge overbearing jealousy is more bothersome than anything.”

“...I'll keep it in mind.”

Cheng didn't reply, he leaned over the map and began to explain the layouts of the city. Sun Wukong then noticed that everything, whether on maps or books, was written in braille and in common letters. He supposed it wasn't that much surprising considering the lord's blindness, but it caught him off guard to see a language he never learned being written alongside familiar letters.

According to the lord, since they didn't know the nature of the trials, it was better to be familiar with the grounds, especially since Thousand-Years City was a very unique place. The peacock didn't know the partners the two other lords chose, but he knew, very-well, what kind of person they were.

The Golden-clawed Crow was the most pragmatic of the three. He liked certainty, and did not believe in the auspicious, nor in the inauspicious. For him, luck was nothing but a figment of the mind, a way to explain an unseizable chain of events. He also loved money, his dream for this city was to create a merchants paradise, where money (blood coated or clean) would flow forevermore. Based on his character, Cheng was almost certain that the Golden-clawed Crow partner would be deadly, someone that could assure victory in any ways, and was probably paid to do so.

The Serpent-tongued Dove was the most secretive of the three. He never talked, never even expressed himself, communicating only by signs. Everything about him was shrouded in mystery, no one had even seen his face in centuries as he preferred to stay within the walls of his castle. His dream for this city was to close it off completely, to make it entirely autonomous, not relying on anyone. Cheng explained that he was particularly paranoiac, trusting no one but his betrothed (someone nobody had ever seen, nor heard of before the passing of the former King, even their name was unknown). But even if the Dove didn't like to interact with the world, he had an uncanny knack for understanding how people worked. He was a good liar, capable of making you doubt your very name. Cheng was adamant in saying this mysterious betrothed was the only one the Dove trusted enough to participate.

Sun Wukong wasn't particularly thrilled to hear about this, he had a money-driven ruthless Crow on one hand, and a paranoiac scheming Dove on another. But he believed he could manage, he was the great sage after all, what could even pose a threat to him?

“So what is your big plan for this city?” Asked the sage after a bit, bored by the never ending talks of politics.

“I want to create the most beautiful city to ever exist!” Sun Wukong groaned at this, eyeing the peacock with disappointment. Cheng didn't seem to mind one bit, in fact, he seemed like the type to not even bat an eye at other's gaze, either because he couldn't see them or because he was unbothered was still to see. Sun Wukong couldn't even understand why someone who couldn't even see in front of them was so obsessed with beauty, it seemed pretty pointless to create something you couldn't even appreciate.

“Why are you so fussy about appearances?”

“What, you tell me the Handsome Monkey King isn't fussy about appearances?” Snorted the bird as he pushed another book filled with centuries of history, and all the accomplishments of the last King, towards the sage.

“Okay, fair. But you can't even see beauty, so what difference does it make to you?” He wasn't sure of what he was trying to say, but anything would be more interesting than politics.

“I know it seems pretty weird from your standpoint. I might have thought like you long ago, when I was still able to see. But beauty isn't just something you can see. You hear it in the songs that touch your soul, you feel it when you graze the work of skilled craftsmen, you smell it in the midst of nature, you taste it in the dishes of talented chefs. There are a lot of ways to appreciate beauty. I'm vain, I know that and I'm not going to change. Someone tried to change me, and they failed.”

“Oh, who's the brave soul?” Snorted the King.

“A Greek witch that thought she had the right to judge others.” Scoffed the peacock, the sage could see, in the way his feathers shook, that this was a sensitive matter, so he decided to let it go for the time being. Cheng freed him after a few more hours, for the sage great relief, and put the books and the map back in place. “Well, with this, I still have some matters to attend to. I'm a busy lord. You're free to roam as you wish.”

“Finally!”Groaned the King, he sat up and walked towards the stairs. Cheng snorted when he heard him walk on the first step.

“Take a look at the books on the far right, L section, it might interest you, brother. I wish you luck with our dearest shadow~” Snickered the bird as he turned away and left the library, his cane searching before him and his trail swiping the floor behind him.

“Can you stop being annoying for one second!” Called the great sage as he rubbed his face, trying to ease the headache seizing him. He decided to forget about the annoying bird-brain that called himself his brother and climbed the stairs.

The second floor was large, veiled by a dimmed light, and stripped of the exuberancy displayed anywhere else in the palace. The sage wandered around the shelves, ears erect, trying to find any trace of his moon. The place was eery, silent in a way that felt unnatural, and drowsed in an otherworldly cold. Sun Wukong has to admit that Cheng did know how to create an ambiance. The floor felt like his own world, separated from the rest, a sanctuary of some sort where silence should prevail. Sun Wukong hurried when he caught sight of a black tail, he found the warrior sitting in-between two shelves, absorbed by the books he carefully held.

One of the macaque's ears flickered and he turned towards the sage.

“You're not talking with the lord anymore?”Asked Macaque as he put his book aside, close to many more scattered around him.

“Nah, I'm finally free of this bastard. You found something interesting?” Sun Wukong approached and sat beside his moon, he relished in the way Macaque's eyes stayed a bit longer than necessary on his body, Bolin was truly a miracle worker.

“Yeah. There is a lot here, I knew many things already but, well, I found some new things too.” Explained the warrior, his tail swishing excitingly behind him.

“Like what?” Asked the sage, silently admiring the twinkle in the other eyes.

“Well, there was this clan I was unaware of. They're not here anymore, but their use of shadows was something I never even considered…” Sun Wukong let the other's words drown him, veil him in the softest of blanket. Some part of him wanted to pay attention, but shadow magic was hard to grasp, it wasn't something he could fully understand, especially something as technical as what Macaque was describing. But he didn't mind, he was still hung on the warrior's lips, his gaze sweeping over the other. The dim light suited him, his fur almost seemed to merge with the air. He looked like a ghost, not the one that would frighten you to your very soul, but the one that lured you away from this world, that enticed you until you forgot your own name. Sun Wukong unconsciously leaned closer, lured by the voice. “Are you listening?” The sage snapped out of his mooning, he stood still for a second, before backing away with haste.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine, you were saying?” Macaque leveled him with the most unimpressed gaze he could manage.

“It's fine. You're not obliged to indulge me. This must be boring for you.”

“What? No, no, it's not boring.” Pitifully explained the sage.

“It's okay, I know shadows are not your thing.”

“It's not that! I was just so busy looking at you I…” Sun Wukong realized what exactly passed his lips and hid himself in his hands. “Fuck.”

“No, keep going.” Chuckled the macaque as he scouted closer, he took the sage hands and softly lowered them, Sun Wukong kept his gaze on the floor.

“You just look good in this light.”

“Well…” Macaque's voice was doubtful, edging on something vulnerable. “I can understand the feeling… being unable to tear your gaze away…” Sun Wukong looked up, breath taken away by the look Macaque was giving him. They stood silent for a second, both not knowing what to do, both too entranced. Macaque was the one to move first, he scouted closer, close enough for his breath to hit the sage's face, and leaned down. The kiss was short, a caress of lips barely present, something unsure and shy, nonetheless the sage felt like he was burning.

When Macaque stepped back, both of their faces were blooming red.

“W-well, hm, I, I still have books to read.” Awkwardly chuckled the warrior as he scouted towards said books.

“Y-yeah, I, I'll leave you to it.” Stuttered the King as he jumped on his feet. He ran away from the shelves, heart thundering inside of his chest. “Holy shit.” Mumbled the King as he leaned over a shelf, a hand clutching the bottom of his face. He will definitely come to Bolin more than once if being pampered and dressed was giving him this.

Sun Wukong came to his senses after a few seconds of breathing, he quickly realized he ran further than he thought, he didn't recognize the shelves. He stopped once his gaze fell on the L section. While he didn't want to heed the peacock's words, he was still quite curious, sue him for being a monkey. The sage walked in the aisle, eyeing the books with distrust. He took one of the book and quietly read the title :

Courtship of shadow demons.

The sage strangled himself with his own air.

“This fucking bird.” Stuttered the great sage, he immediately went to replace the book on the shelf, but hesitated a little. After making sure he was alone, he carefully opened it. He quietly read the first lines, taking notes of everything he learned. Surprisingly enough, demonic shadow courtship wasn't that different from regular demonic courtship. Both involved the basics, like kidnapping, duels and offerings. But shadows courtship had a subtlety in the way it was handled, time and place were especially important. Offering something on an eclipse had a whole another meaning than offering something at dawn, shadows were intricately linked with the light, as such, the state of the sky gave meaning to your gesture.

If there was one thing that diverged from the regular demonic courtship, it was the ritual mentioned at the end of the courtship, something about the shadow demon linking themselves to their beloved’s shadow. The book, unfortunately, didn't delve on the subject. The sage tried to skim over the nearby books, but he didn't find anything on it, apparently it was something the shadow demons never shared with others. Frustrated by his lack of findings, Sun Wukong decided to leave the library.

Cheng's palace was a bustling place, wherever he went, there was always someone running. Mayhaps, it was because the festival was drawing near, but the sage was also certain Cheng was the kind to demand a lot of things from his people. Annoyingly enough, none of his people seemed to mind, the sage couldn't even begin to understand why they catered to his whims. He supposed there was maybe a good side of the lord, hidden deep under his lavish clothing. It didn't matter either way, their stay was temporary, and this brotherhood mascarade was meant to be discarded at the end of the festival.

He eventually crossed paths with the kids, they were snooping around the palace, acting strangely suspicious. The sage sneaked behind them and scared them with a ghostly “boo!”.

“Fucki- Mister King! Don't scare us like that!”Groaned the dragon girl.

“I saw my life flash before my eyes.” Sighed MK.

“You're both too easily scared, I saw it coming.”Huffed the fiery boy.

“Sorry, sorry.” Chuckled the sage. “What are you three doing anyway?”

“We're spying!” Happily replied MK, the dragon girl elbowed him on the side.

“Don't shout!”

“My bad.” Sheepishly laughed his mentee.

“We heard an interesting conversation between the servants. Apparently, Lord Cheng is cursed.” Explained Red Son.

“Yeah, and there is this whole ass creepy garden we saw from afar. Mui didn't let us enter, but now she's busy with Pigsy throwing a fit in the kitchen.” Added Mei.

“A garden, huh… Well, then, count me in. Let's go!” On one hand, it could be dangerous to put your nose in someone else's business, especially when you were hosted by the said person, on another hand, this was the perfect opportunity to get back at this bastard of a peacock. “Also, why is Pigsy throwing a fit?”

“Something about a cook off.” Shrugged his mentee, Sun Wukong didn't need anything else to understand, the pig was very proud of his work after all.

He quietly followed the kids as they walked towards the garden. It was hidden in a corner of the palace, one of the less frequented wing. They had to hide from the few servants roaming nearby while approaching the garden, some trying to block their path, saying that this area was off limits. Sun Wukong, and the kids, were not the kinds to listen though. They managed to slip in the garden, unnoticed by the running servants.

The garden was certainly creepy, the statues were oddly realistic, some frozen in horror, others peaceful, as if they awaited this moment. They were well-taken care of , with no cracks or dust in sight. Sun Wukong walked around them, he swore he felt like some of their eyes was following him.

“Man, the place is even more creepy than I thought.” Mumbled Mei as she roamed around the statues. “There are no trees, no flowers, no nothing, just creepy statues.”

“Whoever carved them really cares about the details.” Muttered Red Son as he eyed one of the screaming statues.

The sage turned towards his mentee, finding him oddly silent. He approached him and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything okay, bud?”

“Hm, Monkey King, y-you might wanna use your golden eyes…” Muttered the boy as he fiddled with the edge of his jacket. Sun Wukong tilted his head, curious, and did as he was told. He sucked in a breath when he looked over the statues. No, statues was not the right word for what he was seeing. Marble people perhaps was a better way to describe the beings in front of him, their skin was of stone, but yet they had a living, bleeding heart in their chest.

“Guys? You’re okay ?” Asked the dragon girl when she looked up.

“... Those are not statues, they're… petrified people.” Whispered the King.

“What!?” Exclaimed Red Son as he backed away from the statues.

“You're kidding!” Shouted the dragon girl.

“I think I need to have a little chat with Cheng.” Growled the sage as he turned away, the kids followed him with haste.

“A-are we sure it's a good idea to confront the one who probably did this?” Stuttered the kid.

“It could endanger our mission.” Insisted the Bull's son.

“Come on guys! Let's beat down the baddy!” Laughed the dragon girl. “ He deserve it for coming in the way of shadowpeach.” She added in a whisper.

“We made an oath. If the bastard has any honor, he will respect it.” Sighed the great sage, he stopped one of the servants and demanded Cheng's location. He then stormed towards the peacock's room, the kids nervously following after him.

Perhaps, Sun Wukong was overreacting and there was a perfect logical explanation for this. But a part of him couldn't help but wonder if everything was a well-made ploy. Was this a trap? Why were there so many people in this garden? Who were they? Were they the next one? Was Macaque the next one? His last thought made him growl, fangs showing on his bottom lips, gleaming under the palace brightness. The sage didn't bother to knock, he barged in the room, interrupting whatever discussion the lord was having with his guards.

Cheng looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, nonchalant as ever, as if there wasn't a garden full of petrified people in his own palace. The guards were not as laid-back, they put their hands on their blades, ready to fight if the sage dared to do something.

“You have some explaining to do, brother of mine.” Spat the sage as he approached the desk, glaring at the peacock.

“Dramatic much?” Scoffed the lord as he rubbed his forehead. “I was in the middle of something, brother. What got your tail so twisted?”

“ I don't know… Let me think, maybe the garden full of petrified people!”

“This area is restricted.” Carefully replied the bird.

“Too bad I'm not one to listen.” Cheng sighed, he waved the guards off with a flick of wrist and fully turned towards the King.

“I'm beginning to understand why Heaven considered you a pain to deal with.” Mumbled the peacock as he rose from his seat. “Fine, you want my whole damn backstory, you're gonna get it.”

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#shadowpeach #lmk #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach fanfic #sun wukong #six eared macaque #lmk shadowpeach #lmk macaque #heart behind the lie

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sweeethinny · 2 years ago

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what the books don't tell (M)

hmm, it just came out maybe a little too inspired by reality, but it's all a coincidence

books do not teach all things, but one or the other we can learn (i miss writting Jily <3)

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Lily had never done this before and she was nervous as fuck.

She means, sucking someone is something very intimate, not that the sex she and James were already used to having wasn't that, but it was different!

''If it's not good, you won't tell me.'' She said the fourth rule, after: don't cum in my mouth or face, don't push my head, and don't stare at me.

James chuckled but nodded, his eyes shielded by her hand as she didn't want to feel watched as she let her insecurities about this show. She had spent a week thinking about every little detail and preparing—thinking what she would and wouldn't like, and imagining how it would texture, taste, how it would hold…—and even if things worked out that way for her, her anxiety was still there, beside her, whispering in her ear things like ''you won't be good'' ''he'll hate it'' ''the other women were better''.

Lily was willing to ignore all of this, even if it took a lot, a lot of effort to silence the evil voices that screamed in her mind things that made her want to give up on that idea.

''Whenever you want...'' James said, and even after she took her hand away from his eyes, he kept them closed, giving her freedom to express her nervousness without feeling watched like a lion in a cage.

She kissed his mouth then, a quick chaste peck, then his cheeks, his neck – and he always lifted his chin like a tame cat – down his chest, his abs that made it clear he worked out at the gym some days a week, until she got there.

Not all the books in the world had prepared her for this; the women in the stories would confidently go no matter what the moment, putting their hand in and running their tongue, spitting to lubricate it... They made it seem like it was easy and it was impossible to have any difficulties, but being here and now, Lily felt lost and even more nervous. It was completely different from masturbating a woman — obviously — the texture of the skin, the weight, the sensitivity, everything was different. There wasn't a magic button like she had that James just needed to massage and boom, she was wet and aroused; there she needed to wet somehow first, and her clit definitely didn't have those little spasms his cock was having.

Lily crouched down then, sitting between his legs as James lay stretched out on his bed, she carefully brought a hand to his cock thinking that way she might start something. Her mouth went back to his hip bones and his belly, just so she wouldn't just stand there like an idiot as she thought about what to do.

It is clear that she would have to put her mouth, but how. See, it seems like something simple, just stick it in your mouth and be happy!!!! That's what the books sell, but Lily was finding the whole thing a lot more complicated because she was afraid she might hurt James with her teeth if she was careless, she thought that because of nervousness her throat was dry and there wasn't enough saliva to lubricate it and maybe that made it uncomfortable, and her nails now suddenly felt too sharp and could easily scratch the sensitive skin of his balls.

Slowly and like someone who needed more time than usual to assimilate ordinary things, Lily kissed his cock, giving quick pecks along the entire length, until she reached the head - which had another texture, almost like something rubbery, Lily couldn't explain. — and her left hand stayed on his balls, while her right was firmly on the mattress to keep her balanced.

She licked then like it was a popsicle, then again, and again, until she realized that she would need to actually hold his cock if she wanted to suck it. Something obvious, but that at that moment had not been for her mind full of nervousness.

When she sucked then, she felt James take a deep breath. It felt good, different, completely different, but good. Her pussy squeezed at the idea of being fully in charge of someone else's pleasure.

Lily remembered the books then, the women did crazy things with their tongues, going up and down, sucking only the head, licking the balls, she didn't think she was capable of that, but she did her best; she slowly managed to get the job done without thinking that she was doing the worst thing in the world to James, letting the spit help her glide better across his skin, puckering her cheeks just enough to make the sucking feel more satisfying, swirled her tongue as if it were indeed an ice cream on a hot day that was starting to melt.

This was getting interesting.

Her pussy tightened a few times, mostly when she heard James sigh or moan softly, feeling his hips lift off the bed the tiniest bit in a way that made it seem like he was controlling himself not to make it uncomfortable for her.

Lily was loving it!

There was a slightly salty taste mingling with her saliva coming from the tip of his cock, interestingly, Lily thought it would make this worse.

At some point she understood how to do the movement without worrying about her teeth, and then she kept to the activity, moving her head up and down, sucking with gusto, and keeping a hand still on his cock that indicated how far she could swallow without feeling like she might drown or something.

When in the middle of her work she felt a hand approach her hair, she didn't understand if it was James warning that he was going to come or forgetting the rule of not pushing her head, so Lily just lifted her face and looked at him, only now realizing that he was staring at her probably since she started.

''Are you tired or can I sit on you?'' She smiled at him, feeling like the baddest woman ever.

''You can come here,'' And she did.

''What's the grade?'' She asked as he put the condom on, and even though her body felt completely hot, sweaty and still a little nervous, Lily also felt an enormous satisfaction.

''I'm not going to boost your ego,'' James said, but even though there wasn't much light in the room other than the light coming in from the street and coming through his thin curtain, Lily could see the smile on his face and how he looked like someone who was horny as fuck. ''It was really good... easily the best I've ever had.'' Her smile almost ripped through her flushed cheeks.

''I'm glad I obliged,'' Lily settled into his lap, feeling his cock and thinking she couldn't wait to come again. ''Now...'' She sighed with the feeling of being penetrated, closing her eyes and thinking that nothing could be better than that at that moment. ''Let's continue.''

#jily #my fic #james x lily

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avorbl · 2 months ago

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Avor's Watchlist for weeks 46 + 47

Winter seemingly started early around here. So I need these shows to brighten up fast because freezing temperatures and late fall darkness are depressing enough on their own.

Currently Airing

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart! 11/12 There are some good parts in every episode so I still put them on but most of the episode gets skipped

Love is Like a Poison 10/10

Love Sick 2024 11/15 The series has arrived at the couple era for the main and secondary couples and is moving into the struggles before the end. As was to be expected with such a big cast not all of the stories get the consistent attention to make it a wholly satisfying watch.

Fourever You 8/16 The Bas Maxky story is not working for me and if it wasnt for Ngern Pond and Earth Cooheart I would have dropped this already.

Usotoki Rhetoric 6/10 I love this exploration of what a lie is. Especially since the parameters for the poor gentleman detective comedy have become more established

Light of my Lion 6/11 Its getting deeper and deeper into the definition of family

See Your Love 6/13 The mutual appreciation and the resulting motivation make this a standout feel good show.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days 10/12 Gettingthe promise of a separation and the finalisation for Tan and Liu makes a heartbreaking last act for Xiao and Lu more likely. All being made easier by the youthfullness and care that they show in their interactions.

Bad to Bed 4/10 The weekly look at queer life or queer issues makes this a community building project. I am not sure if it has an overarching narrative.

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan 4/10

Our Youth / Miseinen 3/11 Technically and storywise the most enganging right now.

The Nipple Talk 6/10 A more story focused look at queer life and the biases we all carry aound

Fragrance you inherit 3/8 This is building up some layers. I am interested to see how they going to contrast mother and son finding themselves

Caged Again 3/10 This is fun it gives child detective/adventure novel vibes although the rating seems to say there is a bit more in store here

Your Sky 2/12 I am enjoying the dynamic but I am not sure its enough setup to last twelve episodes

The Heart Killers 1/12 There is an excuse of a plot but most of it seems to be situational. Expressionless Joong doesnt do it for me though.

What I am catching up on

Unstoppable High Kick 28/167

The Princess Royal 27/40

Word of Honor 23/36

Fight for My Way 10/16

Playboyy 2/14

Kiss x Kiss x Kiss: Love ii Shower 1/

Still on my watch list

Sell Your Haunted House 5/16

I Feel You Linger in the Air 1/12

She and Her Perfect Husband 20/40

Fermat no Ryori 3/10

Blue Complex 10/?

Tengu no Daidokoro Season 2 2/10

Even if it's just a dream that I'll forget when I wake up 5/8

Stealing from My CEO 16/61

Buddy Boy 5/?

Finished in the last two weeks

Love in the Big City 13.11.24 10/10 A wonderful adaptation that while close to the book in its tweaks seems so much more hopeful and life-affirming.

Smells Like Green Spirit 14.11.24 9/10 Queer coming of age the decisions we make and how they affect us.

Eccentric Romance 14.11.24 6/10 Relies on the murder for the plot but doesnt take it seriously. Which means that it is easy to watch but lacks any kind of impact.

My Best Boyfriend 15.11.24 6/10 They have good chemistry and a good story could have been built on that but it got bogged down by side plots presumably to keep the supporting cast engaged which means that this cliffhanger ending leaves a bad taste and does not really encourage the support the creator is asking for.

My Damn Business 16.11.24 8/10 Entertaining small production. Realising a office fantasy.

Dominant Yakuza and Wimpy Corporate Slave 21.11.24 8/10 Professionally done Surprisingly sweet Not much substance

Every You, Every Me 24.11.24 8,5/10 Having them go from shorter to longer series showing the progression of their careers and then going into them losing themselves in the job whilst maturing. I wish they would have gone for a more obvious overarching throughline I had fun in the different worlds though.

Dropped in the last two weeks

Kidnap 11/12 eps 15.11.24 5,5/10 I got too bored and barely made though episode 11. And when I tried the last episode it just seemed like a continuation.

#avor watches #watchlist #aer float

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vore-scientist · 2 years ago

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Ok so a while back I RP’d (ish. More like discussed the scenario we never played it out. Or the scenarios? Idk) something super fucked up but wildly entertaining. I’m on mobile so I’m gonna try to put this under a readmore bc cw for fatal and abuse. But the set up is yonah get caught by an evil circus and uhhhhh not great things happen to him. (Think if it like… the circus in appa’s lost days but worse. Way worse. My RP partner had not yet seen that episode we were on season 1 of atla and I Somehow managed to not spoil it though this?)

So basically the circus buys monsters that monster hunters trap to use as sideshows/in the circus ring. Yonah is a very interesting magic monster because in the context of the world this is in, yonah just appeared there! It’s not the mystic woods world. And giants are thought to be *extinct. So yonah is a very unique monster to have. His presence sells a lot of tickets.

They have him in the circus ring and show off how strong he is. Have a person stick their head in his jaws like with a Lion to show they’ve tamed him. Try to set him on fire to show off that this magical beast is fire proof.

But every so often they stage an “accident”. See this circus is known for danger. To the patrons. This is known and people still attend.

What they do is before some shows they will starve yonah to the point of savagery/ferality . I’m talking no food for a few days. And on the day of the show manage to get a random audience member to heckle yonah. Causing yonah to snap and devour them. Sometimes eating them whole sometimes not, but killing them. This is peak entertainment, the crowd loves this. Because it’s a fucked up little world. (Why isn’t the circus shut down? Who knows. The greater politics and law and order in that world aren’t well defined.)

After eating yonah will regain his sense of personhood. Though it’s usually a few hours later. And he’s extremely distraught every time. There’s some janitorial staff (idk what the term would be??? They clean up the circus and the beats cages and the beasts! Sometimes feed the beasts) They who are more kind to him and the other poor beasties the circus has and they try to comfort him but while cuddles would be nice he is not in the mood for holding smalls after devouring one in a rabid frenzy.

At some point yonah acts out and is punished by being tricked into devouring one of the nice janitors. He had a hard time after that.

That’s all. Well. Not really. The rest is a little more whimsical? Ish.

Eventually he break free (oh and with Sophia who the circus eventually captures as well and uses threats against her to keep yonah in line, lucky for them because yonah had been starting to contrive means to escape. They said that if he or Sophia show inclinations if rebellion they’d feed another of the nice caretakers to him). He breaks free with other beasts and they wander the woods before finding an underground city where a population of giants took refuge long ago due to conflicts with humans. There’s some drama because I the king of the dwarves learns that yonah ate his son (safely). A crown prince who the dwarven king adopted (the prince is a Naga. Yonah often ate the Naga as part of the show but it was always safe. A very popular show to watch the giant slurp the snake monster like a big noodle). And as they neared the entrance to the city it was winter outside so yonah’s solution to the reptilian prince not dying in the cold was also noms XD

#hard vore #fatal vore #rambles #silliness too

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magician-kitty · 11 months ago

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Skeleton Key

"Hold still MK, I'm almost done." Tang said combing the teens spikey hair down to make it look neat for today's special event.

"Sorry Tang, I can't help it, I'm just so excited!" MK said bouncing up and down from her seat.

"Okay. So as of all the heroic antics I've done today, can you believe that the Mayor is coming by to the shop! I know right!? I can't believe it myself."

"All done!" Tang placed the comb, shows her a mirror. "What do you think?" Tang had put her hair up in two buns with flowers clips to hold it in place.

MK gasped in awe, eyes sparkling as she hugged Tang. "I love it, thank you Tangy!" She nuzzled his chest.

The scholar couldn't help but let out a whimper, "Oh my sweet little girl, you're growing up so fast." He let's out a cry, coddling her.

"Hmph?? Tangy, your smothering me." She muffled through his clothes.

He sniffed, wiping away his tears. "Alright, c'mon everyone is waiting for you."

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The Mayor was a rather....strange man with pale ivory skin, ash brown hair with a slight gray streak and piercing ice blue eyes. He wore a tailored black tuxedo with a light blue button up underneath. The mayor was standing on some crates in front of a podium, MK beside him, he clears his throat before speaking.

"Thank you for this amazing turnout!" The mayor said with a big smile.

"Alright! Let's hear it for Monkie Kid! Hero of the city!/My bestie!" Mei cheered, grabbed a nearby chair and smashed it on the ground.

"As mayor, I hereby give monkie kid the key to our fair city." He turns to MK, shakily handing her the key. MK took the key in her hands, her eyes suddenly became blank as a blue aura surrounded her, bursting from her body.

"Thank you Mr Mayor. Umm...what does this key do, exactly?" Mk asked.

He chuckled "Oh, you'll love this, It has the power to open anything!"

"Oooh, anything?" asked Mei, getting into the mayor's face. "Like a pet shop full of puppies?"

"Yes! Or the door to a lion's cage, or an orphan's piggy bank, an imprisoned mystic power source, or whatever you'd like!" he chuckles nervously, turning to look at MK. "Today, you can do no wrong. You've got my permission, 'cause I'm the mayor!" He cackles menacingly, disappearing into blue smoke.

"Um...Okay?" MK sweat dropped at the Mayor's behavior.

"Huh, I'm starting to think...maybe that ain't the mayor." Mei said.

MK turns her attention back to the key. "Wow. A key that can open anything." She and Mei stared at it, looking at the other with wide smiles. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Mei?"

"Sure MK! But I don't think Jack DeSena's gonna available in this story.”

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MK held the key in front of her as Mei stood behind her. The key activates and a line of doors appears before them. "You ready for this?" MK asked Mei.

She laughs, grabbing Mei's hand as they head through the door. First the arcade, where the two played monkey mech. Then a truck full of puppies, along with other dangerous animals.

They went everywhere; the shoe store, back to the anti-gravity arcade to party, even the weather station. They were having a blast, not a care in the world. MK turns to look at the key, holding it to her temple and gasping, an image invading her mind.

"Mei! Mei! Okay, hear me out. We knew the key could magically unlock anything."She stated.

"But maybe, it can also magically lock anything, too!"

"You literally just described all keys."

"Yeah, yeah, fine. but do you know what this means?" MK asked.

"Having this key, this power. it's so much responsibility," she said before grinning. "But I know what we need to do."

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Back at the shop, Pigsy came back from the shopping district, humming to himself. He placed the bag of groceries down, pulling out his keys, unlocking the door. But when he tried to open it, the door wouldn't move.

"What the-" He grits his teeth, rolling up his sleeves and trying again. the door still wouldn't open.

Crack!

"Ow! my back!" Pigsy growls, rounding the back of the shop, hitting a pile of trash in the process. He grunts, kicking at the back door as he fell to the ground, struggling to open the door. "Let me in! let me in! who's in there? let me into my noodle store!" shouting at the top of his lungs in front of the shop.

There was the sound of snickering, looking up at the balcony of Mk's apartment to see Mei and Mk, snickering and laughing. "Ah, I wish we had this key all the time, I don't think I've had this much fun in...forever!" She chuckled.

"Ooh! Maybe that key has the power to open...your heart~" Mei said in a teasing manner, wiggling her eyebrows.

MK yelped, blushed madly, "M-Mei...I dunno what you're talking about." Mei elbowed her bestie. "Ow!"

"C'mon MK, when was the last time you've had a boyfriend...or girlfriend?" She leaned against the railing on her balcony. "Gotta be someone that's caught your attention." MK fidgeted with her hands, shuffling her feet nervously.

Lately she's been receiving gifts and flowers and she's got no clue who that is. But she had to admit, maybe someone did caught her eye.

"I dunno, maybe...someone has already has?" The dragon girl gasped in excitement, shaking her shoulders. "Who is it? Tell me, Tell me!"

"Wait Mei! I don't really know if-" MK was about to speak, but froze when the scent of smoke fills her nose.

"Mei, Look out!" An explosion went off, the two were thrown back by a burst of fire. MK groaned, looking up to see Red Son emerge with a grin. "Noodle girl! Finally!"

What the! What the hell are you doing in MK's house?!" Mei cried.

"You better not have gone through my drawers, you little pervert!" MK yelled Red Son scoffed, pink in his cheeks.

"H-How dare you!? Do you know how long I've been waiting here for you?! Your house is...depressing! A lady such as yourself shouldn't be living in such a hovel. But...I'm going to need that magic key." He smirks, lifting his hand as it engulfs in flames. The key suddenly coated in red, levitating into the air as Mei and MK tried to grab it, but failed.

"Yoink! so long, ladies!" Red Son teleports into flames, flying past the two and into his truck, laughing menacingly.

"Oh no! the key!" MK cried out. Mei frowns and whistles, her motorcycle appearing overhead, as she jumps on.

"Wait for me!" MK calls after her as she drives off.

"No, please, It's all good! I definitely don't want a ride," Mk frowned, summoning her staff. "It's totally fine!"

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Meanwhile, further down the city, Red Son's truck is seen hitting every car he passed by.

'Yes! I have the key, and soon the mysterious ancient power will be ours to command!' Red Son thought excitedly in his head, then his mind began to wander as he thought of MK being all over him.

'Ooh, Red Son your so mighty and powerful~'

'Oh I know I am, Noodle Girl~'

He giggled lovingly in his daze, little hearts swarming. Unknown to him, green lightning is seen following behind him. "What the?" It was when he saw the motorcycle jump into the air that he noticed Mei had caught up to him, causing him to gasp.

Mei grins, pulling out her dragon sword. She lands in front of him, making the fire demon growl in frustration. "Can't you and your little peasant friends let me plot in peace just one time?!"

Mei lowers down her hologram, removing her helmet, before giggling as she turns to Red Son "Oooh, Red flames are so cool! Wanna see some green ones!" She grinned.

"Say What?"

With that, Mei cranks the gas as she zips around the truck. Far behind her, MK swung on her staff when she noticed Mei and Red Son. She loses her balance on the staff, nearly falling until the staff stopped, flinging her into the air.

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"Stop moving around!" He shouted in frustration.

"Does it get boring? us beating you all the time?" Mei taunted, getting closer to the truck. "You know we're gonna get that key back, right?"

Red Son growls in frustration, his hair and eyes bursting into flames as he jabs into the panel, slamming his foot on the gas. He swerves the truck to face Mei, descending himself down as the truck shifts, the top flying off.

"Whoa!" She cried, she swerves, dodging the top and cranks the gas, jumping off the bike. She swung her sword, cutting through the parts, landing on the ground.

"Ha! So long, dragon horse girl!" The fire prince laughs, looking over his shoulder. "Here's a tip. Next time, pick one animal and-" His words are cut short, as MK appears above him, crushing the fire demon with her staff.

Red Son grunts, tumbling and rolling to the ground, dropping the key. MK lands in front of him, picking the key up.

"So, looks like you've reached the end of the line, Red Son. What the heck were you even gonna do with this thing, anyway?" MK asked, eyeing the key.

"Why spoil the surprise?" A female voice said. Mei and MK turned to see Princess Iron Fan appear, smirking. "Now, hand the key over and stop wasting our time."

Mei and Mk shared a smirk, charging at her. Princess Iron Fan smirked, blocking Mk's staff with her fan as Mei tried to swipe at her from behind, but she easily dodged it. Mk tried to kick at her but she used her fan to push him away. The three kept clashing, until Princess Iron Fan used her fan to pick Mei and MK up, throwing them across the street and into a building.

Red Son quickly got up, grabbing the fallen key. "Come along, Red Son. We have things to do." Princess Iron Fan ordered.

"Thanks for the key, ladies!" Red Son exclaimed. The wind demoness facepalms at her son's childishness, the winds covering their forms, as they disappear into the sky.

Mei groans, sitting up and looking around. "Did they get away with the key?!" sliding off the building, MK fell face first into the pavement with a groan, sitting up.

"Yeah, But what I can't figure out is, why?" She wondered.

"You know, I'm beginning to think that a key that can open any door is sounding incredibly dangerous, we have to keep our guard up." Mei said.

"Something tells me that you're absolutely right Mei."

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Back at the Flaming Foundry, Demon Bull King holds the key in hand. The key shifts, inserting itself into the lock with a twist. The tomb unlocks, cracks of blue light appearing. There was a powerful gust of wind, knocking back Red Son. The doors of the tomb open, as mist filters out. Red Son gulps, slowly walking into the tomb.

"Bones? I-it's just....bones?" Red son gasps, a chill rolling down his spine, kicking his leg. He looked down to hear hissing and tried desperately to kick off whatever was on his leg. Both Princess Iron Fan and Red son turned when they heard Demon Bull King laughing. His yellows fade to blue, absorbing the mist surrounding him.

The fallen bull clones suddenly come to life, their eyes glowing blue.

"Freedom!!"

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #monkie kid mk #lmk red son #mei monkie kid #lmk princess iron fan #monkie kid mayor

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madara-fate · 1 year ago

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You are a literal clown, of course you like Madara, who failed to protect his only brother and was ridiculed even by his own clan 🤭

Why does that mean I can't like him? Do you want me to list all the flaws of your favourite characters too? And you're calling me a clown? Despite spouting an absolute joke of a point like that? How ironic.

Also, stop posting all those images, it's embarrassing. Say what you need to say in your own words, don't use someone else's bullshit takes because you can't formulate your own weak arguments.

1)hinata is the same slave owner as hiashi hiashi also once was the same child hinata did,nobody is just born 30 years old slave owner

What the fuck are you even saying here? You made no sense.

2)hinata actively supports slavery and never once hinata didn’t even think that exploiting other sufferings is wrong hinata herself said that she knows that Neji and other side branch members are suffering from slavery (chunin exam arc) and she still exploits Ko as bodyguard (pain arc) and Neji as teacher and bodyguard (war arc,4th Databook)

Hinata doesn't actively support slavery, that would mean she practiced it but she never did so, try again.

Furthermore, Hinata did not say that Neji was suffering from slavery, she said that he was suffering because he was caught between the destinies of the two families, so don't try putting words in her mouth because it's not gonna work.

Lastly, Hinata does not "exploit" Ko (who isn't even a Branch family member), nor does she "exploit" Neji, They both help her of their own free will. Educate yourself on the meaning of the words you use before making yourself look even stupider than you've already done.

3)hinata chooses to be a slave owner and to harm side branch members And no,I am not even talking about the fact that hinata never even thought about changing Hyuga slavery system—she is far too stupid and far too weak for this. I am talking about that fact that hinata chooses to exploit Neji’s and Ko’s unpaid labor hinata knows that they are suffering and forced with caged bird seal to help her,yet hinata gladly uses them as slaves because it brings her profit Nothing and nobody stops hinata from saying “I don’t want to be a disgusting slave owner,I refuse to exploit and abuse my own family. I don’t want to use Neji and Ko as my bodyguards” But no,hinata chooses to make Neji and Ko protect her with cost of their life and health

Firstly, why do you keep on mentioning Ko? He is a member of the Main family, he is not and has never been any kind of slave. Get that through your thick skull. So half of your point is immediately gone. Seriously, do your research, I even explicitly highlighted this fact during my original post, which proves that you didn't even read it. You just saw a pro Hinata post and immediately got triggered. Ko always cared for Hinata and it was his duty to protect her, something he was proud of, because It was something that he wanted to do. He was never forced because he doesn't have the Curse Seal.

Secondly, what "unpaid labour"? Neji and Hinata trained together, do you get that? They were training. Do you also consider Jiraiya training Naruto as "unpaid labour"? Or literally anyone training anyone else as "unpaid labour"? The absolute shit you people can come up with is fucking insane. Neji also wanted to help train her, it was never something that he was forced to do. So stop pulling shit out of your ass because I'm not having any of it.

4)If hinata really was “kind” and “good sister to Neji” she would have shared with him the access she has to main branch Hyuga jutsu At the very least,hinata could have explained to Neji how to use lion twin fists,that’s literally the bare minimum she could have done— but no,hinata never loved Neji and doesn’t give a fuck about him,only exploiting Neji’s free labor for her own benefits

So according you you, the only way someone can show that they care for another person, is if they share some secret family combat techniques with that person? Do you really not see the stupidity behind that statement? Hinata likely developed this whie they were training together, so Nejoi would have supervised her as she was developing it. But of course you just assumed that Hinata learned about it behind Neji's back and kept it from him because she must have some form of agenda against Branch family members right?

Pathetic, honestly.

Looking through your blog, I can see that you just try to find any pro Hinata post you can, and you spout the same shit while insulting people and posting the same stupid pictures, so I'm not gonna waste my time on you any further. Get a life and stop harassing people.

That was so stupid. They're claiming that Hinata was a privileged slave owner and that she also apparently even perpetuated the mistreatment of the Branch family due to her alleged lack of action in bringing about a change. Okay then, let's look at what they said.

She was gifted her own slave (Neji) on her 3rd birthday.

She was 3 years old, as if she should be held accountable for anything that happened when she was that age.

She rubbed Neji's status as a slave in his face (can you blame him from wanting to kill her?)

Hinata did no such thing, all she did was highlight that Neji was suffering emotionally due to his status as a Branch member. How this person thinks that equates to rubbing his status as a slave in his face is beyond me. She also only said what she did in response to Neji's constant taunts about how she was burdened from birth with the destiny of the Hyuuga's main branch, about how she apparently hates and punishes herself for her weakness and frailty, and how she apparently can't change her nature or her fate:

Hinata literally had every right to respond in the manner that she did. Furthermore, the fact that this person actually thinks that what Hinata said there justifies her being fucking killed, says a lot.

From one of their reblogs - Several Jounin stepped in to save Hinata because it's against the Hyuuga system for Branch Family members to kill those in the Main Family. Hinata's Main Family status was what saved her from dying at Neji's hand, which makes her privileged.

No, several Jounin jumped in to save her from being killed because they didn't want someone to die over a relatively harmless comment, especially when the fight was already clearly over. That's honestly such a load of bullshit that I don't even know where to begin. It was literally never stated that it's against the Hyuuga system for Branch members to kill Main members, and what kind of a stupid rule is that anyway? As if families actually need to clarify that it's a bad thing to be killing each other. That rule did not exist, and played no part in the Jounin's intervention during their match.

She even has Hyuuga slaves other than Neji as her bodyguards!

They're referring to this scene:

And it's not true, but I'll get to that in a moment, because they then went further in one of their reblogs by saying...

It says in that highlighted panel in the fourth scan that Ko will face punishment if Hinata gets harmed in any way during Pein's attack on Konoha. Meaning, Hiashi expects Ko to keep Hinata in perfect condition if Hiashi or Hanabi were to be absent for anything important where Hinata is needed, or face punishment. This should tell you that Hinata is still privileged, and that the Hyuuga system wasn't fixed after Naruto defeated Neji.

However, if they had bothered doing some research before making these accusations, they would have realised that Ko is actually a member of the Main family, as stated in the 4th Databook Mini Character Files, and therefore is not and never had been any kind of slave. He had always been Hinata's caretaker and had always displayed a lot of concern for her well being. Protecting her was not something that he was doing against his will.

The girl is privileged. She benefits from the enslavement of the Hyuuga Branch family. The fact that she never did a single thing to change it is proof that she perpetuates slavery just like her father.

They say "just like her father" as if Hiashi wasn't the one who put an end to the slave like treatment of the Branch family, as if Hinata ever treated any Branch member like a slave, as if Hinata was ever in a position to do anything to end it since she had fallen out of favour. In one of their later reblogs, they tried to downplay the fact that Hiashi very clearly indicated that the Branch family was no longer being treated as slaves, by claiming that...

Hiashi was referring to both Families fighting alongside each other as comrades in the war, not that the slavery practices were abolished and both Families are now equal. If that's true, why does Neji still have the Caged Bird Seal?

And the reach here is just unbelievable. Hiashi very clearly states that "today, the Cadet branch does not live to serve and protect the blood of the main branch, they stand side by side as equals":

Them fighting together was used as an example to demonstrate the equality that was now being practiced between the two families, he obviously wasn't implying that it was a one off occurrence. The Branch family doesn't live to serve the Main family anymore, those were his words, and it cannot get any clearer than that.

And that idea of Neji still having the Seal so he was still a slave - Once the Seal is branded it cannot be removed. So of course he still had it. However, simply possessing the seal does not make him a slave, being treated as a slave does, and that was no longer the case.

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helenofwade · 5 years ago

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intro post for this demon! a brief bio under the cut as well as some random fun facts. full biography here if anyone wants to take a gander. wanted connections to come, but hit me up wherever to get threads going!! or if you just want to soliloquize about gemma chan’s everything...

QUICK INTRO:

daughter of a stunt man and a parental help guru, waverly grew up thinking her parents hung the moon and each one of the stars, carted from exotic location to exotic location, seeing more of the world than most people do in their lifetime

as most things do, it all came crashing down around her when she least expected it: divorce, it seems, was plucked out of a hat like a rabbit and no one was surprised but her

leo lu left, always the nomadic one, leaving waverly stuck with her mother, hope, and her mother’s chavvy, age-inappropriate boyfriend, ollie, and as if that wasn’t miserable enough, hope took it upon herself to reinvigorate her career after her divorce

there’s a series of parenting books out there in the world, mostly popularized in the UK, detailing all of hope lu’s observations about her daughter, what it meant to raise someone so stubborn, so unyielding, what it meant to really repair the bonds of motherhood and daughterhood. too bad hope could never take her own advice

waverly moved out the second she could, accepting a spot in northwestern’s class of 2004, studying journalism with a minor that was constantly changing: in fashion freshman year, classics sophomore year, food & hospitality her junior year, biochem, for no good reason, her senior year, and so, she graduated with no minor at all. all of which, a pretty good summation of her life: constantly unable to decide, flitting from interest to interest, hobby to hobby at the speed of a humingbird

waverly had no idea who she was, only who she was pretending to be, when she graduated from college. she took the summer off, spent it with her father in italy, learned nothing new about herself, tried to go to culinary school, failed out of that, and really was about to consider moving back home with her mother when she met lilith mcdermott and everything changed

their whirlwind relationship ended in marriage, ended in waverly moving to wade with lilith, pretending she was happy about it, pretending she was an equal part decision maker, pretending she’d grow to love a town this small and insignificant

and now that she’s here, she’s having freaky deaky dreams dawg

RANDOM FACTS:

her food blogging content is entirely inspired by allison roman & priya krishna but her persona is way more andy baraghani. please come scream about how bon apetit is the only thing getting me through quarantine in my dms

waverly was a competitive figure skater until she was sixteen, when she broke her foot trying to impress a girl she had a crush on because literally this is what happened to me

allergic to raw carrots, but eats them anyways

has never seen a single star wars movie

planted a peach tree outside of the mcdermott house and tends to it like its her literal child

tells people she’s a terrible driver because she’s british, but really it’s because she’s gay

she too had an armie hammer-esque scandal where she didn’t know her twitter likes were public and everyone saw her looking up different strap ons to buy her girlfriend for their anniversary

die hard liverpool fan, does not understand any american sports, refuses to understand them

cannot articulate to you how much she loves a bubble bath

has one (1) nipple pierced

bought a ring light not for selfie but for nudes

MAIN PAGE BIO (if she were to have one and really, it’s here because it adds to the mfuckin vibe, and we all know all i care about is the vibe):

When two people love each other and can’t make it work, now that’s a real tragedy.

You used to judge women who let their husbands walk all over them, who lied to themselves to keep their marriages in tact, who didn’t have the backbone to get a divorce. You thought to yourself, don’t stay together for the sake of the kids. I’m one of those kids. I was better off when my parents split. And now, you’re one of them.

It wasn’t always like this. You ran away from your first cage, from the mother who wanted to own you, commodify you, consume you, and you called yourself free. You became Perfect. A Modern Woman. Somehow both effortlessly beautiful, effortlessly intelligent, but baby, effortless is the last thing it is. Being this cultivated, like a piece of art hanging in a museum, it takes real work, real effort, and frankly, who are you outside of your facade? What makes your insides tick, your heart stutter, your mind wonder?

She was the one who answered that for you. God is a woman, indeed. You fell in lust at first sight and then in love very quickly after, and the rest, it was all just a snowball of the first real, true feeling you’d felt in your whole goddamn life. So, she asked you marry her, and you said yes because you love her. She asked you to move to a town you’d never heard of in a state that doesn’t matter, and you said yes because you love her.

You don’t tell her you hate it here, that you’re so angry you could scream. You don’t tell her you know she’s been unfaithful because problems don’t exist if you put them in a box and lose the key. You pace around your cage, let your claws be clipped, let your teeth be filed, and you smile for pictures and pretend to be sweet and docile and perfect.

But really, you’re just one wrong step away from ripping someone’s throat out.

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cadencejames87 · 3 years ago

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Meet Me Behind the Dugout

Baseball Cards by @petite-madame

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summery: A mutual pining one shot inspired by a dream I had and a way to celebrate hitting 100 followers. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7k

banner by @maysdigitalarts

Warnings: *FLUFF with an inkling of SMUT* I lied there is most definitely SMUT 😳 thigh / ass worship (not really, more admiring the goods), talk of oral (m receiving), choking, m masterbation, anything else let me know *not beta’d*

He did it, he finally did it. He stood up, his eyes glued to the field while giving you a clear, unobstructed view as he paced the dugout like a caged lion waiting to break free.

Sitting behind the dugout with a blanket draped over your legs and gloved hands wrapped around a cup of hot cocoa. You couldn't help your racing thoughts as everyone else watched the game Tony Stark insisted on putting together.

One of those celebrity softball events, Team Cap vs Team Iron Man. Leave it to Tony Stark to take a monumental fallout among the Avengers and spin it into something fun for charity once they 'got the band back together.'

You were there to show your support, at least, that was what you told yourself, but of course, you knew better. Though no one would be the wiser that the real reason you escaped your office in the science wing of the compound was to admire James Buchanan Barnes.

No way were you missing the opportunity to watch him stretch in those pants without drawing too much attention to your interminable crush on the man you maybe spoke to once in the whole time he'd been there. Well, not counting all the times you recalibrated his arm, that was work and small talk with the quietest man you have ever known, and I mean, you were not that much better.

When you returned your attention to the dugout, Bucky was standing in the shelter's entrance, with his arms stretched above, fingers clinging to the chain link frame.

Instead of watching Sam Wilson warm up or cheering on Steve Rogers as he stepped up to bat, you were busy gazing at James.

Your body subconsciously sat up straighter for a better view as he knelt to tie his cleat, accentuating those gloriously thick thighs. And with sudden realization, you scanned the people around you with a sheepish smile as you sat back in your seat and sipped your cocoa.

Your eyes trailed from the glove covering his flesh hand, following a prominent vein down his arm, over his bicep, and disappearing beneath short sleeves covering his broad shoulders, leading you to admire the way the material of his jersey strerched over his muscular back.

Oh, what you would give to explore that man with your hands.

You continued still, down to the single glove hanging from his back pocket.

Eyes flickering briefly to the vibranium laced in the chain link above. The recurring dream you found yourself having lately flashed in your mind. Black vibranium fingers with gold details wrapped around your neck.

You wanted to see him throw his head back in ecstasy from your mouth alone.

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip held back a whimper at the memory.

The man had you biting your lip, and all he was doing was standing there with his hip cocked as you stared at the juicy flesh hidden within the confines of those pants. You wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into those cheeks or grasp them in your hands as you swallowed his hard member until he fell apart and filled your throat with his hot, creamy, white honey.

You longed to look up, as you knelt before him, to find those steel-blue eyes blown wide with lust.

You ached to have his mouth roam your body while his hands explored, caressed, palmed every curve and valley until you climaxed from his touch.

The crack of a bat making contact with the ball pulled you from your daydreams.

You shook your head as you cheered with the crowd. There was no way Bucky could ever return those silly feelings.

But James Bucky Barnes, in fact, did.

As Sam stepped up to bat, Bucky took his place on the side of the field to warm up, and as he did this, he glanced to the stands, his trained eye quickly finding the person he craved. You!

He was powerless to stop the smile from forming, licking his lips as he imagined you were there for him and not simply there because you never missed these stupid Stark events.

Not that this one was stupid, this one was actually one of the few he enjoyed as it supported a good cause and didn't feed into Tony's huge ego like the extravagant parties Steve forced him to attend.

Stealing another look in your direction, he caught you focused on the field, cheering along with everyone else.

Of course, his brilliant and compassionate girl was here to support the heroes on the field, raising money for a local children's hospital. He knew how caring you were and even how much you loved your job.

Though he was a little surprised to see you sporting a blue Team Cap hat rather than your beloved boss's red and gold, it made it that much easier to keep pretending you were there for him. And as soon as Wilson made his way to first and filled the bases with Wanda and Steve, Bucky would bring them all home just for you. He'd make you proud, his girl.

No, not his girl.

She could never feel the way he does.

And God forbid you found out how insatiable he was or that he hadn't touched a woman since the forties or that the combination of these two things left him dreaming of you. From the very first moment, you caught his eye.

You were the only person to treat him like a human being and not a monster when he returned from Wakanda. You were always so kind and happy to see him, and you were oh so radiant.

And here he was adding every moment he'd seen you to a spank bank.

Like just this morning when you nearly bowled him over as you exited the gym in a hurry, hair up in a messy pony, your hoodie tossed over your shoulder, sweat glistening your body.

He was excruciatingly hard, standing in the gym showers after you parted ways with that beautiful smile. Cold water rained down on him as he dreamt of licking those beads of sweat from your beautiful breasts and up your neck where he was sure to leave his mark.

He shot Steve an apology text for missing a training session as he made his way back to his room.

Dropping his gym bag as soon as he entered, he leaned back against the door and pulled himself out.

Thinking of you, always thinking of you as his vibranium hand stroked his cock.

Wishing it was you as he spent the rest of the morning with his dick in his hand, first right there by the door.

Again in the shower, breath ragged as he pictured himself balls deep with you pressed against the tiled wall.

And again in his God damn closet as he tried to get ready for this god-forsaken game, picturing you on your knees, your pretty little lips wrapped around him.

"Bucky!" Sam whistled for Bucky's attention.

He could feel his face burn hot, embarrassed as a few members of the crowd laughed for his lack of attention to the game. While some had booed as he, the Winter Soldier, made his way to the plate. A handful of fans clapped out of courtesy.

He knew your eyes were on him.

Hoped you wouldn't notice how his cock strained in his pants, begging to be freed.

He was ashamed of the way he thought of you, used you. Yet he still prayed you might feel the same way.

And without thinking, the man he was before the war took over. Glancing back to find you were, in fact, looking at him, hands clasped together under your chin. He pointed at you and winked, smirking as he readied himself for the pitch.

No way did that just happen.

You had to be dreaming.

You stood up as the crowd waited with bated breath for Bucky Barnes to either win this for Team Cap or strikeout.

The pitch.

Bucky swung the bat, and the ball went flying.

Tony's team made an effort to run for the ball, though they quickly gave up as it left the field.

Stark however, tossed his baseball cap aside and tapped his chest. As soon as the suit covered his body, he was out, flying from the field in a flash.

Team Cap continued to round the bases.

The crowd going wild.

Even those rooting for Team Iron Man had to give it up for such a remarkable victory.

Before you could stop yourself, you were joining the children and Avenger groupies, waiting to meet one of the famous heroes and have them sign something.

Recognizing one of his most valued employees upon his return, standing on tiptoes in the crowd of fans, scanning the field. Stark waited, hands behind his back until your eyes met his. He shot you a wink and tossed you the game ball.

Beaming, you quickly searched the Avengers for one in particular, only to find him hanging back, leaning up against the dugout with his hands in his pockets and his hat hung low. The sad part was that no one seemed to notice that he knew he wasn't who people were there to see.

Well, screw them!

Because you were there for him and only him.

You stepped back from the crowd and found a space close to the dugout and the White Wolf. "Seargent Barnes!" You called out, and his eyes flew up to find yours.

James Buchanan Barnes, looking shyer than he did when he was standing at home plate, stepped over to you.

"Could you sign my jersey?"

"Not your ball?"

"That's for you," you tossed it over. "It's the game-winner."

You both looked over to find Stark grinning at the two of you from ear to ear before happily adjusting his cap and striding into his element, signing autographs and taking pictures.

You unzipped your jacket and turned around as you held out a sharpie.

Bucky was at a loss for words.

His girl was wearing his number. You actually had been there for him.

He quickly took the pen and signed your jersey with a heart. 'To my favourite girl, yours forever James Bucky Barnes.

You allowed the signature to dry, letting your jacket hang off your shoulders as you turned back to Bucky.

He handed you the sharpie. "I've been meaning to ask you something, doll. Do you like to dance?"

"Are you asking me out, James?"

He loved when you called him that, honestly, he liked when you called him just about everything. But his given name, only you were allowed to use it, and only you could bring him back to the happiest version of himself instead of reminding him what he had lost. "I am."

You leaned over the partition, clutching Bucky by the jersey and pulled him in for a kiss.

His long fingers found your waist, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt. Deepening the kiss, his arms wrapped around you as if they had a mind of their own.

"Come on, there are children here," Sam shouted jokingly, drawing the attention of his teammates who cheered for the two of you finally acting on your feelings for one another.

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