#-was an overbearing woman who would follow you around and talk down to you as if u were still 11

[welcometogrouchland]

Also 90% of my good doodles lately have been in the fucking. iPad notes app and I'd have to screenshot them at garbage quality to upload them here and also they're very messy but like I said I like them, they're good and it frustrates me that if I share them they'll end up looking like dookie

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

While stuff is going down on Sage's Island, what's happening with some of the families of the NRC students?

S.T.Y.X. probably had to be the ones to tell the families the situation. Even though they explain it as lightly as possible so that there's no major panic, that won't stop the families from worrying.

I thought about Deuce's mom after Malleus casted the spell, when Deuce hasn't called her to talk about his day. Her intuition is telling her that something is amiss, but she tries to brush it off even though Deuce has never missed a call.

She sends a good morning text the following day.

She tries calling him an hour later when there's no response. What if he got sick and that's why he hasn't said anything?

But the call immediately goes to voicemail.

Okay, don't panic. She's sure her son must have forgotten to charge his phone (unlikely, a part of her says) or maybe he's deep asleep from being sick.

Dila debates on whether to call the school. She doesn't want to be overprotective or overbearing. . . and yet her mother's intuition is still screaming at her that something isn't right.

It wouldn't hurt to just be sure, right?

Dila's heart sinks when the call to the school immediately goes to voicemail.

The next chance she gets, Dila drives to the Trappola residence. She starts to feel a little ridiculous when Mrs. Trappola answers the door without a single bit of worry. What if it's nothing? But she still asks if Mrs. Trappola has heard from her son.

Mrs. Trappola shakes her head. "No, but he usually talks with his brother a lot. What's up?"

Dila explains how her son hasn't called or texted her and that the call to the school was unsuccessful. "Hmmm... it could be your phone. Let me try calling."

But the same thing happens--the school doesn't pick up. Dila notices something she missed in the beginning: Mrs. Trappola's stiffness beneath a casual mask. Does Mrs. Trappola also feel like something is wrong?

"Hang on, let me try calling his brother."

He's casual when he picks up and tells his mom that Ace hadn't called him last night. But there is a bit of trepidation when he asks, "Is something going on?"

"No, just checking. I'll call you later." Mrs. Trappola lets out a breath and meets Dila's eyes. Both mothers recognize the look in the other's eyes.

"Do you know Clover Bakery?" Dila asks. "Deuce told me that the son of the family who runs it is in the same dorm as him and Ace."

Mrs. Trappola nods. "Ace mentioned him a few times. Trey."

"I'm going to go over there. Want to come with?"

"Give me a second to get my stuff."

Two worried mothers become three, and they're all sitting around a table in the back of the bakery while a father is with the employees at the front. At this point, it's clear that something has happened to their sons and the school.

The three discuss what to do next. Should they try calling the school again? Reach out to the police station? To another family? How about contacting that Diamond kid's family?

But why stop at this part of the world?

Perhaps a while after the sleeping spell is cast, a little heir is wandering the streets pouting because no one is telling him what is going on.

Something has happened to his uncle, that he knows, but he doesn't know just exactly what.

This little heir may bump into an older woman, a grandmother, who asks why he's wandering around on his own so late in the day. He almost cries in frustration while telling her about the adults not telling him anything about his uncle. He lets slip that his uncle goes to Night Raven College.

That makes the grandmother pause, the uneasy feeling inside of her making itself known once again.

She tells the child that his family might be worried about him and eventually persuades him that going home would be a good idea. She escorts him out of the slums, listening to him talk about his uncle, until some guards find the two.

Before the guards escort the little prince back home, the grandmother asks about Night Raven College. Her grandson is a student there and in the same dorm as Leona Kingscholar. The guards reply with an apology and that they have not heard of an incident at the school.

But she stops them. Surely, they must have heard of something. She doesn't miss the fleeting look in one of the guards' eyes--perhaps that woman has a child who goes there too?

That guard tells her partner to go on ahead, and once the prince and his guard are far enough, she tells the grandmother that all communication to the school and Leona--even to anywhere on the island--have been unsuccessful. Other ways of communicating are being sought, but the guard is bracing for the worse.

She tells the grandmother that if she hears anything, she'll come find her.

The parents of four families congregate in Clover Bakery before it opens. It's clear that no one has gotten much sleep. Cups of coffee are handed out as they all take a seat in the bakery's main area.

"Any word?"

"No."

"Actually," Mrs. Trappola says, "my eldest told me that his friend on the Land of Dawning was given an evacuation order alongside every single citizen there."

". . . The entire land?" Mrs. Clover says faintly, disbelieved.

"The entire land." The weight of the words is heavy and they all silently contemplate what the evacuation could mean.

"Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?" Mrs. Diamond asks. "It's possible he might be keeping everyone safe. Plus--" she fixes a bright smile on her face--"our boys have survived two Overblots. What's one more?"

"There's also a magicless student who goes to the school," Mrs. Trappola says. "I heard from Ace that they've gone through multiple Overblots and survived without so much a scratch. If they can stay standing after that kind of disaster, then this should be nothing for them."

". . . I'm sorry, did you say multiple?"

The bell above the door chimes. In steps none other than Mrs. Rosehearts and a man who seems smaller in her presence. It's not missed the way the woman stands stiffly, and in the corner of Dila's eye, she sees Mr. and Mrs. Clover sitting up straighter.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Mrs. Clover asks. Dila hears a little tremble in her voice as she tries to sound neutral. She meets Mrs. Diamond's eyes across the way and the two share the same thought: there's a strained history between the Rosehearts and Clovers.

That is when Dila remembers a phone call with Deuce early in the school year--Riddle and Trey's past and Riddle's Overblot.

Mrs. Rosehearts takes a deep breath and lets it out in a half-huff. It seems like she's fighting with her pride. "Yes. Have you heard from the school or your sons?"

"No. None of us have."

Mr. Clover gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat."

The man accompanying Mrs. Rosehearts, Mr. Rosehearts, accepts the invitation. However, halfway sitting down, he notices his wife is still standing. "I'm fine. This shouldn't take long," she says.

He blinks, then fully sits. "So, uh, what have we missed?" he asks.

After the two are filled in, Mr. Rosehearts nods sadly while Mrs. Rosehearts's scowl deepens. "So there's nothing." She almost spits out the last word.

"What about you? Have you tried anything?" Mrs. Diamond asks calmly, like the two were acquaintances.

"Of course I have! But nothing worked!" Mrs. Rosehearts shuts her eyes, tightens her grip on her handbag, and tries to calm down from the outburst.

"We both tried calling people we knew on the island, but our calls kept bouncing," Mr. Rosehearts supplies. "I heard about the Land of Dawning evacuation from a friend of mine. They also said that S.T.Y.X. was the one issuing it."

"S.T.Y.X?!" the room explodes.

"They're only involved if there's an Overblot. So does that mean. . . ?" Mr. Clover doesn't dare finish the sentence.

"But what kind of Overblot causes an entire island to be shut down and another island to evacuate?" Dila asks.

"One that can be caused by a powerful mage," Mrs. Trappola softly says.

The room is once again blanketed by horrified and tense silence. Thoughts return to what Mrs. Diamond said earlier. Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?

Mrs. Rosehearts suddenly spins around and marches to the door.

"Where are you going?" her husband asks.

"To the emissary. I will not sit idly and ponder useless things with useless outcomes while my son is in potential danger."

She's halfway through the door when her and everyone's phones go off simultaneously, creating a cacophony of text notification sounds. They're whipped out and Dila holds her breath as she opens the text application.

. . .

Mr. Clover takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Mr. Diamond runs a hand through his hair. And Mr. Trappola and Mr. Rosehearts can't stop staring at the message on his phone.

It felt good finally having a confirmation that something was amiss and knowing that a major organization was handling it. At the same, however, it left longing for more information.

"What about my son?!" Mrs. Rosehearts's demand to know her son's well-being felt like a reflection of what the other parents were feeling inside. Anger, worry, helplessness.

Mrs. Clover sits back in her chair with a distant, worried gaze. Mrs. Diamond leans on her husband's shoulder. Mrs. Trappola rubs her face. Mrs. Rosehearts slams the door as she leaves the bakery.

After a few attempts, Dila finally opens the internet application. It brings her to a news article from a while ago, written by a Sage's Island reporter, and at the very top is a picture of her son performing in the Star Sending Ceremony. She can't stop staring at it. What if she never sees him again?

"Deuce. . ."

Meanwhile, in Sunset Savannah, a little prince runs down a street. His head turns wildly, searching for a certain face. Anyone outside pause to stare at him, no doubt curious as to why the heir is here in this neighborhood of all places. He finally spots her leaving a run-down home and sprints the rest of the way.

The grandmother hears him before she sees him. He slows to a stop before her and is panting as he says, "I know what's happening! The island is shut down and some sticks are fixing it!"

"'Some sticks'?" she repeats, puzzled.

He nods feverishly. "Yeah! That's what I heard."

She assumes it's magic-related. "What about the island? Did you hear why it is shut down?"

He goes to answer, but pauses. "Um... I didn't," he says bashfully.

She's disappointed, but doesn't let that show. "That's all right. Thank you for telling me about what you heard."

"Prince Cheka!" Marching down the street is the guard from yesterday. The little prince's ears press down. "Please, notify any of us when you plan to leave the palace," she says, though it sounds more like scolding.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to let grandmother know about the school."

The guard sighs. "Your parents have already been told and they expect you back soon. I will stand guard beside the house. Let me know when you are ready to return."

"Can you tell grandmother what you know?" Cheka asks. "I saw you talking to her yesterday."

The guard, beneath the stoic exterior, had been impatient to tell the grandmother. "Very well."

She relays the message she, a couple of the other guards, and the queen received. An incident on Sage's Island. . . All travel to Sage's Island and the Land of Dawn are prohibited. . . S.T.Y.X. is currently handling the situation and will notify when the situation has been resolved.

"I am sorry I can't give you more information," the guard says.

Grandma Bucchi shakes her head. "You've given me enough."

She makes her way to a cracked chair and tries not to fall back on it as she sits. "Are you okay?" Cheka asks, approaching as the guard readies herself to help.

"I'm all right," she half lies. She prays to the stars of the coming night that nothing is happening to Ruggie. She already lost her daughter-in-law and son; she cannot lose her grandson.

"He'll figure out a way to survive. He's resourceful," she says, partly as a reminder to herself.

"My uncle might be helping him. They might be helping each other, like the King of Beasts and the hyenas!" Cheka says, brightening.

Grandma Bucchi knows the story well--everyone in Sunset Savannah does. It came to mind when Ruggie told her about his working relationship with Leona, and the thought wasn't lost on Ruggie either.

Perhaps they are helping each other through the danger that has taken hold of the island. "It is possible. My grandson is in the same dorm as your uncle."

A/N: I have been dying to share this with ya'll for a couple of weeks. I also kind of oneshot this XD

[bunny-jpeg]

Hi bunny!! I love love love your bakery theme and your writing, so well put together!!

I was wondering that if you wrote for Logan if you could do banana and chocolate muffins with a side of on the house. I think logie needs some love ya know

bakery menu

want to suggest your own items? then look at the menu, and pick out something you'd like! this request caught my eye because i haven't actually written logan yet! he isn't one that comes up a lot, so i was happy to see it! for this one i thought about a mafia au for it! so i hope you like it, thank you for ordering!!

banana and chocolate muffins ("i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them.") + on the house (choice: mafia au) served by logan sargeant (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, mafia boss!reader, bodyguard!logan, dom!reader, sub!logan, nicknames (puppy), cowgirl position

"sargeant, huh." you said as you tapped him on the forehead, you giggled a little, "more like puppy."

you watched logan swallow as he shifted on his feet. he had to keep his composure, his job was to protect the current mafia boss. he couldn't lose focus, even if the woman he was made to protect was the only calling him puppy.

he had never been called a puppy before, always thought of himself as a german shepherd or a rottweiler. but to be a puppy made something stir in his gut.

he held his head high as he said, "thank you, ma'am."

you didn't believe that you needed a full time bodyguard. you had been trained by your father since a young age on how to protect yourself. you knew howto handle weapons and how to create weapons out of day-to-day objects.

a lot of damage could be done with a pair of heels.

but your retired father still worried about his only child and promised to hire a 'shadow', someone who would protect but, not be overbearing and in the way. that put your mind to ease, you knew that 'shadows' were quite helpful.

you saw leclerc's guard, a strong dutchman with gleaming blue eyes. but, you got an american. who was all smiles and niceties. it made you worry that he was actually a double agent.

he liked to hug, his laugh was rather loud and he often forgot to take his shoes off at the door. but, he kept you safe. so you couldn't be mad for long (except for the shoes thing, that you had to train out of him).

"he sucks as a shadow, father." you said after the first month with him.

your old man chuckled as he sipped his hard liquor. he cleaned back in the expensive desk chair and said, "honey. does he do his job well?"

your father meant protecting you from anyone out to harm you. but, you found another purpose for mister sargeant.

he was naked in your large bed and you were laid beside him. your hands roamed his body as you kissed at his strong jaw. he'd let out soft noises as his cock twitched in his briefs.

"who's my pretty puppy?" you asked, "you did so good today." you giggled, "i know you're not a big fan of charlie or lewey, but you did so good while i talked to them." you pinched his cheeks.

you didn't know if logan disliked leclerc or hamilton because at any moment the house of cards of your alliances but collapse. or because leclerc and hamilton liked to mess with you. like when hamilton pulled you close to see if you liked the new cologne he wore. or when leclerc curled a strand of hair around his nimble fingers and asked when you got that new haircut.

when logan shot daggers at them, the other's bodyguards were glaring at him. regardless, you had a good night.

"thank you, ma'am." he said, flowering at your touch. you smiled down at him as you continued to pepper his face with kisses. you held his face while his rough fingers brushed across your side.

"always so good to me. did you know that, puppy? that you're just such a big strong man, my precious bodyguard." you smiled before you kissed him some more.

his precum was staining the front of the briefs he wore. he loved your touches on him, it was like being touched by the sun. you kissed him a few more times because before you got up on his waist.

you sat on his toned stomach before you pulled down his briefs as a weird angle. you felt a thrill run through you as logan helped you taking them off.

you moved down until you were rested on his thighs and slowly stroked his cock. you maintained eye contact, "who's my good puppy?"

he swallowed as pleasure burned in his brain, "i am, ma'am." he wanted to grip your hips but you were control.

because of course you were.

you patted his face before you placed both hands on either side of him and sank down on his cock with ease. it always felt like a perfect fit. his pretty and fat cock, always made your mouth water.

you leaned over him, getting you get access to the sight of your breasts. he kissed at the flesh as you rode him. you held your tongue when you felt his lips on your nipples. it left a shiver through your body.

"shit, logan."

"mmm, ma'am. please." he gasped before he went back to kissing at your chest. your body moved beautifully on top of him.

"such a pretty boy. i can't believe you were supposed to be my shadow. you turn heads wherever we go." you laughed as you picked up the pace.

"can't help it ma'am, but i'm only overshadowed by your beauty." he panted as he finally reached for your hips and clutched onto your hips. he felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as you moved.

you leaned in to kiss him once more. he really was a beautfiul sight to behold. those pretty pink lips parted, his chest heaving with heavy pants. so take your bodyguard together piece by piece.

but what laid underneath was beautiful. you continued to move your hip, you held onto him by the chest as you moved up and down. his cock never slipped out of you as you kept your movements steady.

"you're too pretty to be a bodyguard. i don't want that silly face of yours to get all messed up."

"thank you, ma'am." he said as he held onto you, but didn't change your pace. but he knew he wouldn't last long regardless, he felt the circulation of pleasure in his body.

his head felt unfocused as his cock pressed against the softest parts of you. he really want fucking one of the most powerful women in earth. the thrill made him shudder.

you could have him killed, but yet he was under you while you rode him. you were his puppy. you kissed him once more on the mouth and went as fast as you could.

he whined loudly at the intense feeling, but was silenced by another hot kiss. you loved a whiny puppy as much as the next person, but you wanted your man quiet.

"pretty boy." you cooed.

he came with a loud groan and almost covered his face. but, you suddenly pinned his wrists down. you leaned over him and smiled a little. you panted heavily before you pulled him into a searing kiss.

you get your hips a few more thrusts before you came around his cock. you panted and slowed down to a stop. you wiped the sweat off your brow before you leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

he laid there as a sweaty mess, he was very pretty under you. his blond hair stuck up in different angles and his cheeks were flushed. you rubbed his toned chest and chuckled.

you gave him another kiss, "how was that, my puppy?"

he nodded, "perfect, ma'am. thank you." he took you by the hips and rolled you onto your side. he snuggled behind you and gave you small kissed behind your ear.

you rubbed his arm that was around you as you both settled down from the high of sex. it felt nice, to be held. you could defend yourself if you so desired, but if having logan play bodyguard during the day and lover at night, then you'd keep him around. <3

[klazje]

thinking abt the trio (malak, exile, revan) and how they present themselves

malak, i believe, is an awkward and subservient to an almost annoying degree. he follows revan around, does what revan says. he’s not a charismatic leader and he lacks many skills that could turn him into a good leader. he’s quick to anger and lacks emotional discipline, which only worsens as his life entwines with the sith. really the only thing that keeps malak’s emotions in check (and snarky remarks) is revan. malak also has a lot of complicated feelings towards revan. eventually i believe that revan’s dismissal of him and what he believes he can offer in terms of command and leadership is what drives him over the edge (and all that sith stuff). after revan’s supposed death and malak assuming the position of leader in the sith— he becomes a bully. once he was quiet, did revan’s bidding, now he’s angry. i also believe that, quite frankly, he never shuts up. he talks back to people, rudely, and isn’t afraid of what will happen if he demands things. he’s no longer in revan’s shadow and he knows it.

the exile is not a chatty person. she makes polite conversation but she’s not overbearing. the exile is nice, goes out of her way to include people in things. she’s charmingly awkward. she’s fit for leadership, but it’s not a role that comes easily to her. the exile manipulates others to reach this goal, even without her truly realizing it. she’s not a confidant person, which is why she is so drawn to revan. her self confidence is weak, especially after she cut herself off from the force. the exile bases much of her self worth off of what she can do for others— revan before malachor, and later the crew of the ebon hawk. many people describe her as a sort of ghost, she passes through rooms unnoticed, but the impact she makes on those who do notice her is tremendous. by the time kotor ii roles around the exile is tired, it’s apparent in their face and their body language. unlike malak, they did not enjoy the attention brought by the war. there is also something to be said by her presence in the force. it’s a hole that eats away at its surroundings, something you would not expect from such an unassuming person. non force users see her as a quiet, nice but awkward woman, force users see her as a threat lurking beneath the waters of a murky lake.

the exile was a good leader but nothing like revan. revan is a confident and charismatic person who would stop at nothing to get what they deemed was needed. i believe they are a fundamentally good person, who easily gets caught up in the mindset of “means to an end”. they’re if nothing but determined. the exile and malak suffer from their inability to stand their ground, be what they need to be, revan is not that. they take what they need to get what they want. before the war many jedi would describe them as contemplative, always yearning for more knowledge. it’s not until the threat of the mandalorians emerge that they prove their leadership skills…but revan was off putting to an odd degree, and had always been. it’s as if you could see their fate etched onto them, and they knew it. they always knew. revan has an aura of understanding, knowing what is needed at all times. this was only exacerbated as the war was drawn on. their troops would describe them as a wonderful leader, good with their fellow soldiers, always knew what to say. but those in high command, or better yet malak, would not say that. they were short and shut down conversations or suggestions that did not fit with what they thought was right…after the war that same feeling was present. even if revan did not know who or what they were, they still knew they needed to get what was needed done. most likely they were more friendly and charismatic when they were amnesiactic. always knowing what to say or do. they were still an odd fellow, their demeanor switching from excitable and friendly to quiet and contemplative. and when i mean contemplative i don’t mean your average socrates, but in a way that makes a ripple through the force…

food for thought idk

[janovavalen]

—goddamn! ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

aegon II targaryen x niece!reader

ㆍ୨୧ㆍshort story au

—part one — two — three — coming soon

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ summary: the two of aegon and y/n never got along. never—all until aegon catches the oh so wonderful, sweetheart y/n targaryen at a club.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍword count! 4138

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ warnings! drugs (cocaine, alcohol, weed) typical targaryen incest, small obsessive/obsession if you squint, smut, arranged marriage

fix idea from this tt edit <3

this fic will not follow the story line/plot of HOD! although i made up this au, i do not own house of dragon nor do i own the series, books, and characters! all rights go to HBO.

the night was brisk, dark and foggy. but the club was warm, stuffy and loud. aegon and aemond who had been dragged along to a environment he would have never stepped foot into was crowded by the large crowd of drunk and high dancers.

this, this was aegons environment. the fact nobody gave a fuck about what they did and who saw. openly doing drugs, openly fucking in the darkened corners of the room.

drug dealers and their buyers trading in the dance floor or even at the bar itself which wa not shunned upon. here, everyone was who they wanted to be from their shitty roles and life and jobs. free to be openly horny, high and drunk.

‘i wish to leave…desperately.’ aemond tightens his hands around each other as he looked at the the people as he groaned in disgust.

‘loosen up little brother we’ve just arrived. go fuck a whore maybe you’ll loosen up a bit in the body and mind’ aegon smirked while he walked to the bar and made his eyes dance over the females who smiled and blushed at him. flattering their way not only to his pockets but what’s behind his pants.

licking his bottom lips as he perched his forearms along the dark black counter of the bar. the bartender behind it was a woman who wore a skintight red dress and dark makeup with blonde hair that's curly and messy.

‘hi darling what would you like?’ she asked. her voice is smooth and sweet.

‘give me the strongest you got baby, make it cold, okay?’ he tilted his head a bit with a pinned up eyebrow and a small smile. she smiled back and nodded slowly while turning around, making sure she pressed her butt.

he noticed of course. he was a man who noticed any and everything a female tried and would offer him. their body, their mind, their purity. he wasn’t one to ask for it more of received it when they put forth into it. giving up everything they believed to fulfill the overbearing lust.

he did the same. with lust, alcohol, sometimes drugs even but he never gave a second thought about it because who really would when they’re happy with what they’re doing.

happy, to get away from possibilities, family, emotions that they don’t even understand.

a little later, the woman placed down the drink, the coldness of it dripping from her hands that extracted from the cup being gripped behind her pale hands and colorful fingernails painted the rainbow.

‘thanks love—what’s your name by the way?’ he asked as she blushed and pushed herself against the bar she stood behind with a smile.

‘amy, what about yours handsome?’

‘aegon…what you doing working in a place like this, huh? a beautiful woman like you should be in the most fine establishment, taking the orders of high class woman and men and getting tipped fabulously not by lowlifes who only seem to have money for drugs and beer’

her smile started to show more prominent as the brush on her face rose. tucking the hair behind her pierced ear—‘is that what you are then? huh?’

he simple shrugged before going jack to his brother who was suffering the sweet talks of a drunken woman with dark hair.

‘ah look my brother is growing up, speaking to your first woman huh?’ aegon wrapped his arm around aemond’s shoulder who stiffened his stature and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes in our torture.

‘i’m leaving—‘

‘no no no! don’t leave, stay here. be present, have fun. get drunk—forget about the family for a while—‘

‘if that’s what you do and if my outcome of this will lead to how you are now i don’t want that. sorry but i want to leave with or without you.’

aegon felt his jaw clutch at the fact aemond wasn’t giving up at all. his grip on his brothers neck tightened—‘shut the fuck up and sit here like a little pussy then. leave and you’ll regret it terribly.’ aegon let go of aemond who looked at his brother with frowned eyebrows.

aegon felt slight anger take over him and he rolled his eyes before taking a long sip of his cold drink that began to melt from the heat of the room.

the song of the night changed as his danced his eyes to focus on the dancing crowd of the room who held people freely dancing rather it was shirtless, pantless or even naked—the very moment the music got louder was the exact moment he saw the pure white hair in the crowd.

the white hair only shared in his family—her hair could have been dyed but…nobody would want the hair color of a targaryen.

his eyes stayed glued to the female who let her arms rise just above her head as if she were touching the clouds above, her waist moving slowly as he looked up and down her frame.

the back of her was slowly turning to reveal herself and her face to him. she was wearing a short black skirt with torn stockings, heeled boots and white bottom down work shirt that a man would wear that was dressed over with a long oversized leather jacket.

when her face, he immediately recognized her. the daughter of his eldest sister. y/n targaryen.

almost letting his jaw drop to the dusted floor he slowly walked over to aemond who was sitting there against his will—‘isn’t that our niece? y/n targaryen?’ aegon pointed with his pointer finger that held a thick gold ring around it as he let half of his face hide behind the glass cup.

aemond immediately looked up and went to search for the self claimed y/n. nonetheless he found her and was immediately transfixed. how could she even be here? why was she here? especially dressed like that. if their sister saw her like this she would have a heart attack.

aemond nodded his head and aegon laughed as if the most ground breaking joke had been told in the history of forever.

‘but how? how is she even here right now? i thought daemon had the house guarded and locked down just for her to stay in and never leave’ aegon asked once he was able to or speak properly.

‘i’ve…heard they let her have a home for herself since she requested more privacy. more guards but not as many lock devices as they thought. she must have been able to break some.’ aemond still watched her as she smoked the center of the dance floor with the smoke coming from her glossy, plumped lips.

aegon felt his pants harden. he was never going to admit this fact as of right now but he was going to go over. there was no way in hell he would get cover this image of y/n over in his mind like he did with the whores he fucked recklessly.

sipping the rest of his drink with a large gulp and slapping it down onto the table next to aemond who was shaken out of his trance, aegon ruffled his hair with his thin fingers and fixed himself up.

aemond seeing him as he did this looked him up and down in pure fright—‘what…where are you going? what are you doing?’

‘making my way over to the lady. what else am i to do?’

aemond stood up and made sure his height peeked now.

‘you can’t. deamon and rhaenyra have permanently permitted and even mother have forbid you to ever speak to her…if you talk to her and anything happens you could ruin everything—‘

‘that’s why it’s exciting. and that’s exactly why i’m going to do it right now.’ pushing his shoulder against aemond who closed his eye and inhaled sharply he was readying himself for the future as he turned around to watch the scene itself unfold.

as argon made his way over to y/n who was completely on a different planet in her mind, he took a long drag of someone’s blunt as they didn’t mind. holding it in then breathing out he finally spelled into her world.

her eyes were softly shut. the black makeup around her eyes being prominent and her scent of weed, booz and perfume filled his lungs.

looking down at her body as she turned around she felt the hard chest of a man and opened her eyes to see aegon looking down at her with darkened eyes.

though they were blue, she was still able to see the darkness they held behind them.

her eyebrows frowned as if the her in her mind was leaving the planet she was once on and back to earth. aegon softly smiled at this and she let her jaw slightly open after slightly gulping.

‘my beautiful, beautiful, niece. what a surprise’ he joked as she looked up at him in sheer fright.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

walking into the bathroom as she stumbled over the invisible strings in front of her, y/n forced her way around the woman who were hurryingly getting ready, smoking and taking up their last drugs of the night. she pushed open the stall door and gripped the walls as her breath quickened.

she felt her head pounding at the image of aegon even being here at the same time as she was. this wouldn’t mean anything but to her this was so dangerous. her uncle—her moms brother seeing her here of all places on earth, especially somewhere she wasn’t even supposed to know about.

her stomach started to bubble as she felt her spit grow warm. groaning and throwing her head back to calm herself down with deep breaths she felt the feeling slowly subtracting and drafting away. the acid in her stomach going back calm.

‘fuck…fuck! anybody got a fucking cigarette?’ she yelled as a girl next to her in the stall swiftly slid her hand under the wall—‘here baby!’ she yelled.

looking down, y/n grabbed it in a hurry and took a long drag of it. the feeling rushing over the anxiety and pressure she was once feeling with calmness. breathing it out she smiled a bit with closed eyes as she lowered her legs to give it back.

‘thank you’ she said while the girl voiced back—‘no problem. hey you okay? i heard you cursing at the toilet’ she joked while smoking the cigarette she was given back.

‘uh, kinda. someone who isn’t supposed too even know im here just fucking made himself known. my parents are going to strip me of my hair and skin and hang it on the wall…fuck.’ y/n felt the nervousness wash back over.

y/n was now sitting on the bathroom floor with her legs pulled against her chest as she gripped her head from the headache that was building up.

as if the woman knew what she needed she passed the cigarette back over from under the stall as y/n took it.

‘ah that’s why i always move from place to place. i know how that feels. i moved a while ago. trust me honey, the best decision i've ever made, my parents don’t tell me what to do anymore.’ she explained while y/n took a drag of the cigarette and passed it back.

‘damn…how’d you even leave? i’m so scared of leaving i don’t even know anymore.’ looking up at the colorful ceiling, y/n thought of her parents the the life she was born into.

‘just…up and left i guess. stole a couple of bucks, packed what i had in my closet in one suitcase and a bag on my shoulder and made my way here. grew up on the streets but got money from working here.’ she told while y/n listened.

humming back the girl finished the cigarette and looked over at the stall all then down at the floor to see y/n’s half body sitting down.

‘hey come out i might have something you need, to loosen up’

y/n looked over and heard the heels of the girl walking out of the stall. getting up herself and opening the door to see a brown haired girl with red lipstick, black crop top and glittery skirt with black heels.

y/n nervously looked down before smiling a bit.

the girl moved over to y/n and soothed her hair as y/n looked herself in the mirror.

‘your a targaryen huh?’ the woman asked. y/n grew nervous at the fact she new what last name she shared be the woman eased her tension with a simple smile.

reaching into her bag and pulling out bag that held white powder, y/n immediately knew what it was and walked next to the woman who evened it out on the counter with her card.

‘it’ll make you see shit, laugh and get a little horny but it’s so worth it i promise’ she told while leaving y/n face to face with three evened out lines of powder in her face.

‘okay…okay fuck it’ y/n shook her hands and immediately grabbed the rolled dollar from the woman who went with the line on her finger.

closing her eyes and sniffing the line straight—first, second then third.

whipping herself back up with closed eyes she breathed out—‘i said goddamn!…goddamn.’ she sniffed as the substance went further up into her mind. breathing out a bit as she reached forward to press on the water a bit, she placed some on her finger and whipped the remnant off her nose.

sniffing once more before rubbing her nose with her hand she looked herself into the mirror and smiled a bit at the pure fact that she didn’t recognize herself.

fixing her hair and tossing it behind her back. the woman looked at her with admiration before giving her a kiss on the cheek—‘good luck babe, see you soon i hope?’ she said, while walking out.

y/n smiled and looked back into the mirror to let the drug itself take over.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

just outside the bathroom stood aegon who was looking all over the club for y/n who had stumbled her way through the crowd and away from him before he could even stop her.

finally her white hair peeked through the crowd that huddled near the bathroom. fixing his once hunched stature he straightened as she walked to him. her face looked much more different than before. more, pleasured. not as horrified.

when’s she made toe to toe with him through their shoes, she looked him up with her eyes but not her full face, giving the white part of her eyes more room than its actual color.

‘why are you here?’ she simple asked, pushing the conversation to its start. the forwardness definitely coming from daemon.

‘same as you just want to run and forgetting’ he simply and truthfully answered. a little taken back at her boldness but nevertheless replied.

‘hm. so you weren’t sent by one of my parents nor one of your own?’

‘fuck no. if i were to you think id be holding this drink whilst talking to you? i’d be cut in half before i would be able to speak hello as before’ aegon told as she looked him up and down.

‘if your so as lying to me i will have you killed in your sleep—‘

‘oh i know princess…don’t let my presence ruin your night of fun. i just hoped to be able to enjoy it with you’

to put it simply he wanted to stay by her side the whole time. even if she weren’t to speak to him or so even look at him he would be satisfied enough to stand in her atmosphere.

‘oh so you want to follow me around like a lost puppy with your tail between your legs, huh? is that it?’ she asked while pushing her body against his own.

his jeans becoming more tight around his practically choking cock. he grinned down at her while letting his hand travel up her face and to her jaw. his fingers then inching it to her bottom lip and letting his thumb press its way into her mouth which she allowed.

he let himself groan a bit as she suckled it like a babe on its mothers tit. his hips now flushed against her own she rubbed herself against him as he closed his eyes. she knew the fact that his lust was overcoming him.

which was why it prompted her to push herself away and let her lips slowly retract from his thumb. he opens his eyes in a slight haze as she smiled up at him.

he finger going over his lips—‘you a bad little boy huh? letting your niece, the daughter of your sister…betrothed to another, suckle your thumb in the middle of a club surrounded by drugs, sex and drunks. how would your mother think of you as of now—‘

‘i don’t give a fuck how she thinks of me…how about you be a good niece and let your uncle fuck you behind this club and take you come to force my cock into your pussy…how dose that sound? huh?’ he forced his hand around her neck while their lips were inches apart from touching each other as she let them slowly open.

her heat below becoming wet and practically soaking her panties.

‘fuck…’ she whispered as he smiled against her lips. she looked between his eyes and lips before pressing her own against his. the lust controlling her every fiber in her body.

aegon grabbed the sides of her face as her own half his wrists. his lips hungrily kissed her own as she moaned into his mouth. he’s kissed plenty of women, but never has any of them held just as much hunger in their kisses as he did and been able to match and mold against his own.

he groaned and sloppily kissed her as she let her body press against his once more before he forced himself to pull away.

‘we have to go—we go to my house, where i’ll fuck you’

‘yes…please’ she begged as he kissed her once more.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

when they arrived into his large home—they were complete strangers keeping their hands off one another. his hands roamed over her body, face, waist and ass as her own pushed themselves against his stomach, neck and chest.

she moaned and he did too as she ripped his silk shirt open and let it down to the floor, the buttons on it clicking against the marble floors. he let her slip off her own shirt as

he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she was holding his shoulders and neck with her arms that were completely bare.

his hands placed under her thighs as he gripped them. walking the both of them over to his bedroom and kicking the door open.

he slowly placed her onto the bed where her back touched the top of his dark green silk sheets her legs stayed wrapped around his own.

lucky for him this was his home where aemond definitely did not want to share. aemond stated the fact he didn’t want whores in the house every other night and or a party going on. he stayed with their parents and sister, helaena.

y/n thrusted her hips up into aegons growing cock as he groaned into her mouth and stuck his tongue into her mouth to flush against her own. when he slowly retracted she suckled down onto his bottom lip letting it slowly stretch before she let go.

‘you know how to please a man…my sweet, innocent y/n’ he whispered as she whined. her hips moving to his to try and ease the pressure that was threatening to spill from her.

‘sh…don’t worry—i’ll give you exactly what you need. what you thirst for.’ kissing her lips as he then kissed her chip, breast and slowly making his way down to her heat she watched him as his eyes kept trace to her own.

‘soaking’ he was in sheer awe as we was face to her pussy that clutched around nothing.

placing his lips upon it, he kissed her pearl before letting his mouth completely consume her.

‘ah—fuck’ y/n moaned as he stuck his tounge into her. making her hands down to grip his white messy hair, he moaned as she pulled it, his eyes watched her and threatening to close of pleasure.

he hated to admit the fact that only this would be able to make him soak his pants with cum without even being touched. her body, taste and noises were enough to get him off. her hands that gripped his hair and would occasionally sooth it.

y/n’s thighs were now wrapped around his head as he let his eyes roll back along with her own as she felt her peak rising to the surface.

‘i’m cumming…i’m going to cum all over your fucking face’ she mumbled while thrusting her hips into him.

he let one of his fingers enter her body as she moaned out loudly, causing him to almost cum right then and there.

‘cum for me baby…cum for me please’ he practically was dying for it. she gave him what he wished for and her legs shook as they released his head.

‘fuck!’ she yelled while he let his mouth suckle her throbbing pussy.

‘shit—you soaked me’ he smiled as he looked up at her as he looked back down at him and weakly smiled. he kissed her sensitive bud making her jump a bit as he kissed his way back to her lips.

she completely enclosed his moths and kissed him hungrily, tasting herself on his lips.

‘i want you to fuck me—please? please…i need it’ she begged. her legs wrapping back around his waist to push him forward to where his hard cock was pushed against her.

‘you really want that?’

‘yes—‘

‘are you able to keep up?’

‘fuck yes’ she smiled as he kissed her. she kissed him back and let him work his way down to his pants to unbuckle himself and let his aching cock pull out of its enclosure.

‘i’m going to go slow…okay?’ she nodded her head as she looked down at his cock that he lined up to her entrance.

the slowness was killing the both of them but was needed for the comfort of the moment. once it was in, y/n closed her eyes and let her upper body press itself against his chest. husband making its way under her to hold it there as he kept his eyes trained in her face.

his eyebrows frowning from pure pleasure as she opened her eyes and focused on him.

he moved painfully slow. but the more he molded his way around her walls the rougher and harder he got.

‘shit’ he groaned while she frowned her own eyebrows.

‘faster…go faster—‘ as she said this; he did just that.

his hips becoming in contact with her own as he becomes more messy and sloppy in his movements. her nails scratching at his back to create her own mark. he loved this. he loved the fact he could practically feel blood dripping down his back from her sharpened nails digging into his back.

he loved that her hair was messily stuck to her face as it’s long locks spread around his bed.

he loved her legs that crossed around his back as her ankles locked to make sure that she wouldn’t lose grip.

his arms almost giving out as he feels himself coming to his release, he let his thrust become harder as aegon placed his head against her shoulder and neck, biting down onto her shoulder.

‘i’m cumming—where do you—‘

‘in me! fuck…fucking come in me—treat me like a whore you find the street and breed me with your children’

his mouth opened as he felt pure euphoria with her words—‘you want my babies? to be swol and filled with my seed, as you grow—‘

‘yes! yes! please—‘ he then gave one last thrust before spilling into her with his body falling against her own as she held him tightly, the both of them finishing their moments.

she soothed her nails up and down his back as he felt himself grow drowsy.

after a bit he finally pushed himself off and and layed next to her as she turned her body, placing a leg over his lower second and massaging her hand up and down his chest.

the both of them forgetting the fact that this every moment could cause either war, or new blood for their family and themselves.

lost in the moment and completely forgetting who they are and what their families can and will do.

[theealluringstoryteller]

Against the world around us

The rewrite

Chapter 1

They say being happy over someone’s death says a lot about how you were treated by that person or it gives away what type of person you are. As Omorose sat at the head of her family’s table watching as the servant of her family’s estate sat around in the grand custom made chairs that lined the polished white marble table positioned in the middle of the spacious dining room. All talking with light expressions, no care in the world, no stress, no judgmental overbearing eyes peering harshly down at them with harsh comments and demands following close behind. Omorose thought herself to be cruel sitting there at the head of the table-her father’s seat without any one of sadness, remorse, or any feeling of lost. It’s been a week since the imperial navy knocked on the Fentress estate to give their condolences over lost parents that never loved her. The news of her parents being lost at sea never to be found shook her to her core but that feeling soon left like a sudden chill going down your spine and was replaced with the overwhelming weight of her parents standards and expectations lifting off her shoulders. The now official Baroness felt lighter. So much so that everyone has been commenting on how brighter she looked.

So as she Sat at the head of the table eating her second plate of what the chef prepared- a simple act that would’ve had her mother scowl and unapologetically torment for- the Baroness found herself in pure joy and contentment because instead of sharing the massive table with two cold hearted people she shared it with people who made her feel warm and safe to be who she really is.

“I don’t know how you’re going to survive the memorial tomorrow, Rosie.” Omorose’s old nanny commented after the head butler joked about how many suitors visited in such a short time span to give the same regurgitated ‘sorry for your lost’ speech hoping to be invited in to stay and comfort the ‘grieving’ gorgeous noble woman. No doubt those suitors would show their faces hoping to win over the Baroness.

“Suffer and wish for the day to end,” Omorose joked digging her fork and knife into the spot buttery scallop potatoes that side dishes alongside garlic roasted Brussel sprouts to the main dish: blacked salmon.

“There was a time when flirting with someone while they were in mourning was heavily frowned upon.”

“Back when morals were in standard practice” comes the house keeper to the stable hand.

“The younger generation!” Scoffed the head butler Malcolm who rolled his eyes as he brought his glass of wine to his lips.

“Don’t know what from what but always thinking they’re running the show”

“Don’t know what from what not always thinking they’re running the show”

The table chuckled at the duo as the Baroness smirked amused after she mocked the man who was somewhat a father figure when she needed it most.

“I don’t think we’re all that helpless,” added Omorose pushing her not finished plate away so she could rest her chin on her palm.

“Thanks to Nina,” Malcom pointed to the elderly lady who took care of Omorose soon after Amara gave birth “You were raised with morals and sense! Can’t say the same for the rest of your generation,”

“Hey! Exclaimed the Rhodes triplets. Mouths full of food causing the table to groan in disgust.

“Proving my point exactly - and under 5 seconds too."

“The older generation I tell ya!”

“Always so damn judgmental…” The second born continued.

“And their heads are always up their—”

“No respect, no dessert!” Nina scowled pointing her fork at the three boys who are thick as thieves among themselves. Her simple threat settled the trio quickly.

“Let me guess Ceci made their famously delectable cheesecake?

“The only way I knew how to calm everyone before tomorrow’s…festivities,”

Nina quickly follows the Baroness into her room asking “How are you really feeling, little rose?”

Omorose rolled her honey brown eyes at her fussing nanny

“My parents are gone and I’m officially the youngest Baroness in the imperial court. Expected to continue the support given by my parents to a war I never supported. On top of that I’m prey—more so now than ever to a bunch of ‘hungry’ men and women who only want to climb the empire’s social ladder while gaining a pretty little trophy wife they can have on their arm,” she listed of everything that plagued her while she kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the soft cushions of the sofa in her junior master bedroom.

“And because I’m an imperial woman I have to marry one of those oafs who doesn’t care about my brilliant mind and everything I stand for,” the gleaming light in her honey eyes faded as she meant on.

“No! They concern themselves with how to persuade me into their beds because they only care about how attractive I am in their eyes—it’s humiliating! Like I’m nothing more than my body,”

Sensing the sudden mood change Nina made her way over to the sofa moving Omorose so her head could lay in her lap. “You’re more than just beauty …You know that right?” Nina questioned tangling her thick callous fingers into Omorose’s thick soft curls.

“Well of course! But I don’t want to be with someone who is only satisfied because of my beauty but I must. It’s what we nobles do! Get married to people who doesn’t give a damn about us, become an alcoholic, have a child and then years down the line get lost at sea…”

“You’re not going to end up like your parents,” Nina assured

“Being in a loveless substance abusing marriage is the imperial way.”

Dinner plates classed as they were removed from the table. In the low light Rhett grabbed a hold of Aurelia’s hand stroking the back of it gently with his thumb. Seeing the soft gesture the ‘play boy’ of Intacia ‘awed’ before downing the rest of his drink. Rhett looked away from his wife towards his best friend,a soft smile on his face “what?”

Castin shrugged his shoulders pouring himself another drink “Nothin’… just wish I had what you two have …seems warm and I don’t know …fulfilling,”

“You?” Rhett began with a chuckle “You want to settle down? With a wife? Committing to only one person for the rest of your life? You?”

“Don’t think I can?”

“Honestly brother, you’ve built quite the reputation. I don’t think any Intacian woman would entertain you with the thought of marriage,”

Castin rolled his eyes at the mention of his infamous reputation “so I’ve had a load of experience and practice! At least she won’t ever be left unsatisfied ,”

“I think the fact that you’re the commander of the first army at your age trumps your…reputation. If anything you can marry one of those…what are they called?” Aurelia tapped her chin pretending to think. “Trash chasers!” She calls out with an amused smirk.

“Tag chasers? Nah they aren’t the marrying type,”

“And you are?” Aurelia retorted scoffing.

“Yes and I probably would’ve been if I wasn’t dealing with your fellow imperials—”

“We aren’t all bad—”

Yeah right! They only got lucky with you,”

“Castin!” Rhett cuts in with a warning tone.

“No Rhett,” Aurelia said quickly

“He has every right to feel that way. This war has made a huge impact on your’s and his life.”

“Glad one imperial can admit that—”

“I have a friend!" Aurelia cuts Castin off “she’s now officially an imperial Baroness who has spent countless hours and money in dedication of being a humanitarian for both her people and yours despite her parents—her late parents supporting the empire’s war with Intacia and despite all the negativity she faces from other imperials—”

“So she’s a decent human,” Castin shrugged not impressed.

“She’s given money and aid to Intacian villages—”

'

“The least she could do!”

Rhett grumbled under his breath knowing he couldn’t argue with Castin because he knew it was true. After the horrific things the Empire has done to Intacia money and aid was just touching the surface of what anyone of the empire could do.

-later that night-

“I’m sorry for Castin’s behavior tonight, my love,” Rhett apologized taking off his shirt.

“With this was I believe joking is a way he copes with the stress,”

Aurelia nodded silently accepting her husband’s apology.

“I want to invite Omorose here,” Aurelia stated talking a seat at her vanity.

“Imperials tend to be inactive during events like deaths. I just know she needs a breather,”

Rhett thought it over for a minute whether it was a god idea or not for a noble of her status to visit.

“Is it wise to have her here?”

“It can be for diplomatic purposes …please? We haven’t seen another in such a long time,”

The king couldn’t simply say no to such a simple request his wife made to see an old friend

“Wait until after this upcoming battle is over. I have a feeling this war is going to end soon.”

-The memorial-

The beach was decorated lavishly for the service of Baron and lady Fentress. The late couple’s daughter dressed pristinely as she was expected to do. A blank expression on her face as she sat front row zoning out at the speeches ‘closes’ friends of her family gave. Nina sat left off her as Lord Reyes sat right, the rest of her friends along with the families that knew her since forever sat in the other rows behind her. Omorose could only hope that once the funeral was over she could escape from the fake condolences and prying questions, back to her safe haven. Their gaze felt like spiders crawling all over her and she was forced to sit as they explored.

“Only an hour left bookworm,” Reyes mumbled slipping his hand into hers. Squeezing his hand trying to will herself to ignore the feeling of their eyes.

“Through Baron Kendrick and lady Amara are tragically gone they won’t be forgotten. Baroness despite being so young I know just like everyone who personally knew your parents know that they raised you to take over your family’s legacy,”

“Please! That girl is the down fall of the Fentress legacy. So covered with the welfare of those uncivilized pigs,” an elderly nobleman grumbles to one of his shared friends of the late Baron Kendrick.

“We need to gain control of it before she does something stupid,”

“I don’t see how! You mention the word marriage and she instantly ignores you,” The other old man rolled his eyes before saying “Shame she wants to be an old maid,”

“Ew!”

“I know!”

“Imagine! Anree scoffs loudly gaining the attention of the two and those close by " two men gossiping as if they are two bitter housewives jealous over the Baroness! Its like you've switched places with your scorned wives who know they lack your attention because it's on the Baroness. Wait—”

“Anree here isn’t the place—”

“That’s why you’re really upset! The Baroness won’t entertain the thought of ever being with you geezers …”

“You’re disgusting!”

“And you lack respect and decency,”

As the sunset flowers were passed around to toss into the ocean to say their final good byes.

Omorose stood right where the tide waves kicked her feet waiting a moment to toss the bouquet in so it appeared to the others that she was grieving how she was expected to. She let out a sigh as she threw the solid white flowers into the salty waters before retreating. She didn’t care to stay and watch the others toss their flowers in, she wanted to get back on her estate to have a moment to herself before she had to host the dinner for all who attended her parents watery funeral.

“You know you could just stay in your room. I’ll just tell everyone your not feeling well enough to host,” lord Reyes offers after catching up with Omorose.

“You know they don’t care about any of that, Rey. There’s no point in even trying to attempt that,” Omorose huffs climbing into her carriage, Reyes following close behind.

“It’s sick…them using your parents death to get a leg up.” Reyes sighs settling into the luxury seat he took. “Our society…”

“Makes you want to run away doesn’t it?”

“Actually I’m planning on going to Steelgate. Explore the city, maybe apply to their university …learn something you don’t already know!” Reyes teased.

Omorose cracked a smile “Impossible!”

“I know but it won’t hurt to try,” He jokes

-The Fentress estate-

A deep heavy sigh passed through Omorose who stood in front of her locked bedroom door snitching out the dress she changed into after arriving home. She knew 30 minutes was all she had upon arriving and those 30 minutes slipped by quicker than a rat in an ally.

She has to be back in front of everyone like she was expected too and she dreaded it.

The war and the death of her parents were the topics on everyone’s lips and she was tired of both. Like the smaller they were they found away too make both topics the reason what she should marry them.

“You’re young! 24 years right? With this war going on you need to be protected especially now that your parents are gone,” another one of her fathers close knit friends stated. “Rotten people have no problem manipulating someone as young and beautiful as you! You’re like a little kitten abandon in this world. I’m offering shelter,”

“So my family’s wealth, my title, my youth and beauty for your ‘protection’ and to be your trophy wife you get to dote on-sorry brag about to your friend who have already offered me the same?” Omorose questions raising a brow.

” Did you all have a meeting where you copied each other’s speeches?” The Baroness questioned unamused. The older man’s expression dropped from the faux sympathy and hope to the stoic demeanor Omorose one ask her fathers friends to have.

“Truth is no one believes you can run what your family built. They start quiet waiting for you to realize that beauty doesn’t room companies and estates.” He takes Omorose’s hand which she snatched away without a second thought.

“I’m the best option here! I’m richer than the others and still can produce heirs–”

“I want to be with someone around my age not my fathers,”

“Foolish! No man around your age has a quarter of what I have,”

Ignoring him Omorose’s turned on her heels moving towards the crowd and away from the secluded space one of the snakes caught her in.

“Are you okay?” Lana asked witnessing the whole thing.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m use to this by now,” The Baroness assured paying her friend on the shoulder as she passed by.

It wasn’t long until dinner was announced ready and the chairs in the dining room was filled with mostly unwanted guests. As they all settled and the elaborate dinner was being served an elderly woman, the mother of a middle aged screw up began complementing the Fentress estate “seems awfully lonely being alone all by your lonesome,”

“I’m not alone. I have Nina, Malcolm, the triplets –”

“How sweet! She thinks the help is viable company!” The woman snickers, her eyes sweeping the room to see if anyone else found it funny.

“You need your own family. The Help won’t do!”

“They are my family! Have been since forever,”

“They are servants! Most from Intacia! You need to make a proper family! Pure blooded imperial family.”

Rolling her eyes Omorose picked up her glass of wine before calmly demanding

“For once can you all stop trying to pawn yourselves or your degenerate adult children on me? My parents were just ‘laid’ to rest! Have some respect,”

The night continued with whispers of disapproval and praises of her parents. Soon as the last unwanted guest left Anree cheered loudly as everyone else let out signed off relief. With a tired smile Omorose stares “now that they are gone, let us eat cake.”

So as the small group lounged in the family room slumped in chairs and laid out on couches and plush rugs eating the morning fresh cake, Intacian and imperial entered the last battle between each other. Castin standing in the front line staring menacingly at Andrei an imperial noble commander who looked on in disgust. By morning one country world be the Victor of the war. By morning everything would change.

Months later

Omorose’s stepped out of her carriage nervously running her hands over the course of her warm brown dress. Her eyes studying the palace of Intacia noting the stark difference between that one of the empire’s -what was once the empire’s. The two countries were polar opposites in many ways but, knowing the empire was the reason why Intacia looked other worldly made her sick. The trip over was nothing but slums and torched lands, discarded belongings and displaced families picking through it to see what they could salvage. For her to see up close what her people did only inspired her to quickly figure out what she could do to aid those way less fortunate than her.

“Rosie!” Called Aurelia from the top steps.

“Aurelia! It’s been years! Hectic and crazy years since I last saw you!”

“I know! Let’s never allow another war to separate us ever,”

“Let there’s never be another war,”

Rhett smiled at Castin who was grinning still high on the victory was winning the war.

“Coming to join another party, Rhett?” Castin asked bumping into a lower ranks drunkenly.

“You could say,” The king leaned aunt the wall watching as his soldiers drunk copious amounts of liquor and danced horribly “Aurelia’s friend is visiting- the Baroness and while Aurelia is getting her settled in the palace I wanted to visit you…see how you were doing after a few months,”

“On top of the world,brother!” The commander shouted leading his fellow soldiers to howl in agreement.

“Good …” Rhett trails faking a smile.

Snagging a cup of the strong brown liquid from a passing soldier and offering it to his friend, Castin let out a sigh knowing something was wrong “what is it Rhett?”

“Resistance…”

“Already?”

Nodding Rhett downed the drink before getting everything on his mind off his chest

“I have to figure out how to get the coastal empire and Intacia to become peaceful with each other—"

“Never going to happen!” Castin cuts in shaking his head at Rhett childish dream. “To much bad blood,”

“We have to try! If not there will be another war,”

Scoffing Castin rolled his eyes before spitting out his outlandish suggestion “how about we arrest all the empire military, their nobles and the rich and allow the poor to remain free and equal to us?”

“No Castin that wouldn’t be wise,”

“Worth a shot,” Castin huffs leaning into a chair that was open.

“So Aurelia’s friend …what’s she like?” He asked curious about the imperial Rhett welcomed into their country after years of war with her’s . Castin thought it was stupid! The idea of having an imperial stay in the palace as if the war never happened.

She’s kind, respectful , introverted—she reminds me of you,”

“What?!” Castin wrinkled his brows offended.

“Younger you! Before you joined the military. When you were just a boy in our village —”

“So boring?” Castin mutters under his breath

“Hmm?”

Oh I said I should come to the palace to meet the Queen’s friend. Who knows maybe I can charm her before I leave to fight the resistance. Never been with an imperial especially not a noble one,”

“From what my love has told me about the Baroness the only way you can bed her is in your dreams,brother”

“Oh please! I’ll have her feeling like she’s dreaming!” Castin snickers saving up the nearest man while a few female soldiers that heard rolled their eyes in annoyance.

Rhett cracked a plastic smile a laugh slipping past his slight chapped lips at his friend’s antics.

“You can’t take take every woman to bed, Castin.”

A ‘pshh’ pushed through Castin’s mouth “women can’t keep their pretty little hands off me,”

“More like you can’t keep your hands off them,” Rhett points out voicing the gossip he’s heard about his close friend.

“They’re irresistible… I’m irresistible . It’s a dilemma,” Castin chuckled

Rhett roll yes his eyes “I’m just saying Castin coming home to someone who actually cares and loves you beats spending countless nights at a brothel,”

Waving him off Castin turns in his seat waving down someone to bring him another drink.

“You deserve love Castin… before it’s too late —”

“I deserve to celebrate winning a war I put my life on the line for, Rhett! Loosen up!”

“This isn’t my type of scene anytime ,Castin. I’ve grown.”

“To a prude!”

“To a king!”

“Don’t try to get all up with me. We grew up in the same village, Rhett!”

“And it’s sad that you no longer want to grow! We can’t start rebuilding with our head commander being a drunk hound dog when he’s not in battle!”

“Let’s not do this here,” Castin hissed not liking the attention they were gaining.

“You’re right! We’ll have words when you’re sober.”

The room watched as the king marched out of the room bet everyone turned to their commander.

“We beat imperial asses! Drink to that!”

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of the rewrite and excited for how the fanfic is going to be told! Please leave feedback in the comments and or repost! I love reading your thoughts!

[gaymothrat]

Picture this:

Dude in his mid twenties, raised under overbearing Christian parents who didnt want him going to college, general contractor, nice bulky build, and a maga dude who was taught to think gay people come from the devil goes to a LGBTQA+ rally in protest.

As he's standing there, arms crossed with his red MAGA hat he locks eyes with an activist who's leaving the rally, a guy around the same age, soft messy blonde hair and equally soft hazel eyes, not necessarily feminine but definitely a twink. There was something when their eyes locked, unlike locking eyes with anyone else, it was particularly memorable for both of them.

About 3 days later, MAGA guy gets a gig, from the very same guy from before, who said he'd like to discuss details over drinks. MAGA guy sees this as an opportunity to convert this guy, and says yes, but the twink just wants be friendly and talk a little buisness. They meet up at a local drink spot, and within 30 minutes they had become immersed in conversation, throwing the buisness to the wind. They relate over plenty of things, struggling in school, having overbearing religious parents, similar interests and such, when the twink asks the question:

"Are you gay?"

MAGA guy hadn't ever thought about it, he was taught his whole life that anything relating to homosexuality would be severely punished by God so he was scared to even think about it or himself, blindly falling into the hate train. The two locked eyes, and had a short moment of silence while one reconsidered their entire life, completely phased out, but he saw the man infront of him, and realized that he wanted that more than he ever wanted any woman. He didn't care if it was a sin, following the rules of his parents and the priests hadn't ever made him happy, and so he said:

"Yes."

About a year and a half later, they lived together, and MAGA guy, with the help of his lover, worked through his childhood trauma, all of the things that pushed him down and made him hate himself and others, he cut off his family and learned to empathize, he was a new person entirely, execpt for one thing; he kept the red hat, but he changed one thing, no longer did he represent the evil MAGA movement, now the hat read,

"FAGA"

(This is my second time ever using this slur, and even if I meant it in the best most supportive reclamation context, it would still hurt me, but i hope this story was fun and atleast formatted ok enough to read and understand)

[roseofithaca]

A Strange God (Part 2)

Continuing Silver (my oc) adjusting to the afterlife.

It might not be the Summerlands, or Valhallah, or reincarnation, or any of the things she'd hoped for when she died. But being a ghost did have a strange kind of magic to it.

She would wake always to the same sight. Treetops. Stars. Moon.

For two days and three nights, she would walk with boundless energy. No hunger, no fatigue, the world around her tinged with a bright, somewhat blurry hue. She hadn't known this when she awoke the first time. She'd followed her new furry friend back to the mansion and watched as he'd walked through the walls like a glitch in one of her video games. Clutching the wolf cub to her chest, she'd followed him into his home. The rich woman reading by the fireplace didn't so much as raise her head at the strange girl entering her house.

The others in the room had. A bubbly girl around her age in a....Georgian dress? Was that right? A soldier, a Victorian-y old lady, a pretty twink who looked like Colin Firth's younger dweeb of a brother, and others. It was either a crazy fancy dress or these were the ghosts Robin had brought her to meet.

They all seemed more surprised that the caveman at her side had been telling the truth. Had they not even entertained the idea enough to check the woods all this month?

Silver spent the next few hours getting to know them all, quickly having her eyes on the Victorian (Edwardian) lady and the soldier as easy targets to wind up when she made it clear she was no "young lady" to be told what to do and, no, she wouldn't be covering up her belly button piercing or tatoos. Not that she could anyway.

The Jane Austin-ish fop had taken her hand and tried it on with some awful poetry until she patted his hand and made it clear "we're on the same team, mate." The sweet scout master had chirped up; "Huddersfield?" That made her chuckle. The Tory who tried to schmooze his way over in way she couldn't work out if paternal or sleazy had made her skin crawl. But then changed his tune when she showed him Tetris on her phone, and he was suddenly like a kid opening his first Nintendo. The woman in the burned dress had taken one look at her necklace and then screamed about her dancing with the devil before running away in a puff of black smoke and the smell of burned toast. Kitty, the Georgian lady, had assured her that "Mary" would come around before introducing herself, clearly excited to have a girl friend her own age.

It wasn't until the next day she met the last of the group, having nearly tripped on his head when coming down the stairs. Out of all the bunch, he seemed the most chill, everyone else ranging from overbearing and judgemental to overly friendly. Except Robin, who was more interested in boasting about how he'd been right- again.

They'd soon got bored of her that first night, the rest of them retiring to their bedrooms. Kitty insisted she sleep in her room, practically dragging her up, Silver quickly handing Kya back to Robin. The girl could talk about the most adorable and innocent of things and fire all sorts of childlike questions at her for hours- until she passed out around two a.m.

Silver didn't sleep. She couldn't, even when she tried to lay beside Kitty on her queen size spread. She had slept for a whole month and now all she wanted to do was explore as much of this land she was trapped in, even if she had to do it alone.

The next morning, Robin had found her at the lake, sticking her head in and watching the fish.

"Cool, yes? No need to breathe under. It like having gills."

It was pretty cool, though water felt strange to pass through, more like air thick as candy floss than liquid. She'd wanted to swim. She'd wanted to fly. She couldn't even climb the trees.

"How do you not get bored?" She asked the strange man.

He must have been here for hundreds if not thousands of years.

He shrugged; "Me do. Get bored a lot, go mad sometimes. But always pass, find new things to watch, new stuff to learn. New friends to meet."

"What do you all do? You're all so different."

"Play games, talk, sing, make up dance, watch livings together and talk more. Me know they bit much but you get to know soon."

And she'd tried, once morning broke and they were all sat in the common room. Pat, the scout leader, had encouraged her to introduce herself. She gave the briefest description of herself and how she died.

"Bloody heathen." Fanny scoffed.

"Bloody hippie, more like." The Tory, Julian, scoffed.

"Bloody hippie who still has games on her phone." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.

That had shut him up. Most of them weren't too fond of her choice of rock songs to scream when it was her turn for music club. Nor did they much like how she described her favourite movie, The Wicker Man.

Her vivid retelling of the ending had sent the smoky woman running again.

And so it carried on. She was beginning to get used to her new life and try her best not to think about how upset her mum was or wonder how her brother was explaining her death to her niece or how badly her dog was pining for her. It did no good to dwell when there was nothing she could do.

"If you need do big cry, that okay." Robin had said to her on the first night, when he'd caught her sat on the rooftop. "Me have cry too when it all get too much and me big tough caveman."

He said while cradling the sweetest of pups in his arms.

Silver grinned; "Of course you are...I'll cry more when I'm ready. I just feel...bit tired."

"You no sleep in two days, it make sense."

"Hmm. I don't think Mary likes me much. I mean I know Fanny and Cap get wound up but they at least talk to me, even if it's to tell me off like they're my strict grandparents. Mary won't even look at me...And Kitty said she's usually nice to her."

Robin sat at her side, tucking Kya back beneath his shift against his chest; "Mary get burned alive because they think she witch. She not choose to be one like you, it mean different thing. Me told her you no evil but...it still hard for her. Me and Humphrey only know what truly happen because we watch."

"Fucking hell." Silver swore. She'd always made a fuss about how the Burning Times were over and people shouldn't condemn people like her for her beliefs but...

Mary wasn't like her. She was just a simple, Christian woman, as far as she knew.

"Can you try and ask her if she'd like to walk with me tomorrow? Would like to....try to show..." Her tongue began to trip over itself, her eyelids growing heavy.

Robin lay a hand on her shoulder to stop her falling off the roof; "You okay?"

"Just sleepy....Like you said...." She yawned, head falling against his furs, blinking as the first rays of sunlight began to peek over the trees; "Wake me in a few hours...wanna talk to...Ma...."

And then she'd slept.

Her dreams were incredible. They were the afterlife she'd desired, full of colour and smells and sounds that she'd never know on this planet had she lived to a hundred. In her dreams, she was free. Free to fly, free to swim, free to dance with gods and nymphs and ancestors she'd only seen in faded photographs. But they all passed by in a timeless haze of euphoria.

When she finally woke, staring back up at the moon behind the treetops, her mind struggled to hold onto what she'd really seen, the dreams falling through her fingertips like grains of sand.

It had been dawn just a second ago. Now it was night again? Another full moon? And she was back....

"Ha. Me thought so." Robin was at her side as she sat up. Back on the mound surrounded by blue flowers; "Moonah wake you up again."

She blinked at him, "How long..." But she knew. Before he even said a word; "Another month?"

He nodded; "Was me right to bring you back here? Kitty want you to stay in her bed."

"No, it's fine...I like it...."

She wasn't sure that she liked missing out entire months at a time. Three nights? Was that all she got and then cursed to sleep for the rest? Except with the dreams she'd just had, it didn't seem fare to call it a curse. There was more to keep her entertained in her own shroom-tainted head than in the physical afterlife.

"You watched over me again?" She asked Robin.

He shrugged, coy; "Not just me. Others come visit, including Fanny and Cap. Say even though you rude, should be safe and comfy. Thomas read poem for you. Sorry, me too late to stop."

"It's fine, I don't think I heard it."

"You didnst hear me singing then?" Asked a new voice.

She turned her head, seeing another figure stood awkwardly by a tree.

"....Hi...Mary." Silver gulped. It was the first time she'd heard the woman do more than squeak and mutter.

Mary gave her a shy wave; "Been singing you songs of moons and stars, like I did Kitty and my little'ens."

"I...I think I did hear those. Thank you."

"Yous polite for bein' Satan's minion. 'Spose he deceived you, poor thing."

"No one deceived me. Witches don't worship Satan. I worship...." She didn't think naming off her gods and goddesses would be much comfort.

She looked to Robin for help.

"Uh, she worship Moonah. Like me."

Close enough.

Mary seemed to relax at that; "Oh! Well that's all right then, moon too pretty to be evils. And if Row vouch for you then-"

"Row? You said your name was Robin?" She frowned at the caveman.

"T'is. Like say, me have many names."

"I first knows him as Row, still call hims it in privates." There was a rather bashful smile between the two of them.

Silver couldn't help but suspect there was some chemistry there but she kept her mouth shut.

"....And you don't mind me....liking girls either? I know that's seen as a bit satanic too." She tested.

Mary looked aghast; "Oh no, lovey! There be nothin' wrong with that. I myself had a...close friend..."

"Ghost wife." Corrected Robin.

"Hush you!"

Silver smiled, feeling strangely relieved; "My mum would disagree. She weren't angry but...she did cry because she thought she'd never have a real grandkid the 'proper' way."

Her coming out could have gone far worse. But she couldn't help be left feeling as though her mum was disappointed in her for something out of her control.

Mary tutted and sat at her side on the dirt bed.

"You listens to me, darlin'. I never dids much the proper way and even when's I tries to, I gots it wrong somehow...and then, well, Row tolds you whats they did." She said, raising her eyebrows, smoke wafting up over her head; "Ain't no pleasin' some people. So best yous just be yourself and it their problem. Nothin' theys can do to hurts us now, is there."

Silver felt her chest tighten again, not with anxiety but something else. A strange ache from hearing words she'd been wishing her own mum had said to her all her life whenever she'd been constantly picked on or criticised for being different. Whether for her faith or sexuality or the 'silly' things she liked that most women her age didn't like video games and soft toys and cartoons.

She sniffed and felt a wave of grief hit her like a punch to the gut. Her mum was gone, or rather she was gone, and so was that chance to have that relationship she craved. Gone was the chance to be closer to her siblings. Gone was the chance to find love...unless she was lucky enough to meet her own ghost wife. Gone was her dog, her friends....everything.

The young witch crumbled, tears falling fast as she wrapped her arms around Mary who hugged her tight, stroking her hair.

"There there, darlin' girl. You're all right. You got us nows." She whispered softly.

The smell of burned bread no longer made her feel sick. Instead it reminded her of the bakery she'd pass on her way to school. It reminded her of making cakes with her sister with their grandma when they were little. It reminded her of when her dad would take them camping and roasting marshmallows.

It smelled like home.

[cutielando]

Hello, can I please request Charles being toxic? 🔥

toxic | charles leclerc

synopsis: in which you're stuck in a toxic relationship

warnings!!: Charles being possessive, toxic and abusive relationship

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You hadn’t realized how bad it had got.

How controlling the relationship had got, how possessive and obsessive Charles had become.

It started off slowly, at first. Wanting to know where you were at every moment of the day, who you were with, how long you were staying, those kinds of things.

And because they were such small gestures, you hadn't given either of them a second thought. You figured he just wanted to know you were safe at all times, that he was just trying to be a good boyfriend.

But then, things started to unravel even more.

He was starting to control you.

Controlling who you were friends with and who you were allowed to hang out with, deciding what you could or couldn't wear out in public, not letting you leave the house without him or one of his family members or close friends with you.

You were slowly starting to become isolated from the people close to you. You found yourself unable to talk to your friends even on the phone because Charles would look through your messages whenever he wanted, unannounced.

The only people that had any idea about your wellbeing were your and his family. That was it.

He had managed to make you dependent on him, to have to be around him at all times so you can function.

And even when you realized that, you knew you couldn't do anything about it. You were in way too deep to back out now, Charles would never dream of letting you leave him.

He would always remind you of that when you would have arguments over his overbearing nature.

The most recent one happened at the party following his Monaco win.

You were both very excited to go and celebrate the impressive win your boyfriend secured, and you were determined to look your best while you were at it.

You had found the perfect dress in your closet, did your best make up and curled your hair to perfection. You don't think you had ever looked as good as you did in that moment.

Excitedly taking in your appearance, you smiled and walked over to where Charles was sitting on the couch, heels echoing on the wooden floor of his apartment.

"What do you think?" you asked, gesturing to your look.

Charles looked up from his phone, a neutral expression on his face. The hesitation made your heart start to beat quicker, knowing that it was never a good sign when it came from Charles.

He cocked his head as he examined your outfit, his lips pursing.

"You're not wearing that in public. Go change into something that doesn't make you look like you're begging for men's attention" he simply stated before he looked back down at his phone.

You were frozen on the spot for a few seconds, trying to process his words. You had been so sure he would like it, give you a kiss and praise you for dressing up so nicely.

And yet, here he was, basically calling you a slut and demanding you wear something less revealing.

You swallowed and nodded to yourself, trying your best not to let the tears spill down your perfectly foundation-covered cheeks.

Quickly finding a long, black dress to wear instead, you sadly looked at yourself in the mirror, not recognizing the woman who was staring back at you.

What happened to the sweet Charles you once knew, the one who would always show you off because he was so proud that you were his? The one who didn't gaslight you, insult you or try to control every aspect of your life?

Questions upon questions were swirling around your mind, but you quickly shut them out when you heard Charles huffing in the living room.

Scrambling, you picked up your purse and emerged once again, sighing silently when he looked you up and down and nodded.

"Let's go" he grumbled, swiping past you towards the garage.

The car ride to the event was silent and the air was filled with tension, but it was nothing new. The tension between you two had been present for a while now, and you knew what the signs meant.

Your relationship was nothing like it used to be and is never going to be the same again, the only wise decision you could make was to leave.

But you couldn't do that. He wouldn't let you leave him, you were in too deep to get out now. You hadn't thought to leave when you had the chance, so you had to get used to the idea that this was your life now, and this was going to be your life from now on.

You had been so deep in thought that you hadn't realized Charles had parked the car and was talking to you.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you" you apologized, giving him your best apologetic face to make sure he doesn't have a fit before you got out of the car.

He smiled and brushed it off, a rare moment of sweetness before the inevitable storm.

"It's okay, amour. Now, this is a very important party for me and the team, and there will be a lot of people and cameras around. I don't want you to embarrass me or do anything stupid, okay?" and there it was, that sweet and gentle tone, bringing your mood down as soon as the words left his mouth.

Your smile faltered for a split second before you nodded. He smiled and kissed your cheek, finally getting out of the car.

Gulping and closing your eyes to ground yourself.

Plastering a fake smile on your face, you got out of the car and immediately went to Charles, posing with him.

As if you were the most perfect couple in the world.

Happy as ever.

While you were slowly losing yourself and dying on the inside.

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Beth Finds Out Rio Has A Pregnant Wife

Rio pushed the cart through the grocery store, keeping a close eye as you waddled next to him. He would have rather taken this trip by himself but you refused to take no for an answer.

“I still think you need to be home mama.” He said, grabbing the container you were reaching for, throwing it in the basket.

“The house is boring Rio, when you and Marcus are gone I have nothing to do except watch tv.”You pout walking towards him.

It was true your swollen ass feet kept you from doing most things. You could barely bend over without ending up winded half way down.

“I know mama, but I would feel better knowing you were home, laying in bed, waiting for me to get to you, rub your feet…” he trailed on, trying to persuade you to let him take you home until you stopped him.

“You're not about to play me Rio.” You laughed, walking past him. He grabbed your upper arm, stopping your movements.

“Where’re you going?

“To the next aisle to get my favorite cookies, while you go get bread.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled at his protectiveness.

“I’m coming with you.” He said turning the cart around in your direction.

You placed your hand on his chest stopping him from moving.

“No you're not.” You began. “We’re one aisle apart in Rio, I think I can handle grabbing a pack of cookies.”

Even though you loved how protective Rio was of you, it was starting to become overbearing. He was everywhere you were. It came in handy sometimes when you needed help but other times it was too much.

“Yell if you need me.” He said through gritted teeth. He watched you walk down the aisle. “Grab my favorite mama.” You yelled ok, before turning the corner.

Rio grabbed the bread, ready to head back to you, when the familiar blonde hair caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes. He rolled his eyes already knowing the problem that was about to come.

“Rio! I’ve been calling you.” She spoke seductively. She had a hand carrier filled with groceries, clearly for the family who she was ready to risk just to have a taste of him. Her cleavage was on display trying to tempt him, but it clearly isn't working.

“I saw.” He said turning around ready to find you. He started to walk before Beth grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” She raised her voice clearly not wanting the conversation to be done with.

“Get the-“ Rio paused when he heard your voice say his name.

“Rio! I know you can hear me, I need help!”

He shrugged Beth off and walked quickly towards the sound of your voice. Beth followed behind him confused as to who cried out for his help.

“Who was that?” She asked but only got ignored as Rio only thought were you. He didn’t care about Beth Boland or anything else, just you and your guy's baby. He turned the corner before her, abandoning the basket and going to your aid

“Rio-“

She stopped when she saw the sight. You were sitting on the floor with two bags of cookies in your hand. You were calm but obviously done trying to get up because you were out of breath. She didn’t understand what was happening, she thought Rio was single.

“How’d you end up on the floor babe?” He asked, helping you stand up. He checked over you, as an instinct as you brushed yourself off.

“I didn’t realize they moved the cookies to the bottom shelf, so instead of attempting to bend over I sat down, but forgot I couldn’t get up after.”

Rio laughed, throwing the cookies into the cart before leaning down and kissing you on the lips. It was out of love and in hopes to get Beth to walk away.

Beth watched the scene in front of her turning red in embarrassment. She was a married woman flirting with a man with a girlfriend.

You noticed Beth standing there as Rio pulled away and smiled. You waddled over there helping her take a look at your pregnant beauty. She was jealous at how you were literally glowing. You still walked with grace, pregnant and all.

“Hey, are you one of Rio's friends?” You asked sweetly. You knew how to talk in code with friends, meaning business partner. You knew how much his reputation mattered with his job.

Before Beth could answer, Rio walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. “This is my business partner,” he turned towards Beth. “This is my wife Y/N, Elizabeth.”

You held your hand out to a shocked beth. While reaching for your hand she saw the Diamond rio had put on your finger. Her jealousy grew knowing that rio had a beautiful, pregnant wife.

“Nice to meet you.”

Rio smirked and gently pulled you away. “Cmon mama, I know your feet hurt and I want to cook your favorite meal tonight.” He leaned towards your ear but still spoke a little loudly making sure Elizabeth got the message. “And maybe have a little dessert after.” He kissed your cheek as you both walked away.

He turned around one more time as you both headed towards the register and looked at Beth.

“Imma catch you later Elizabeth, have a nice day.”

[cottagecheese1]

What about me?

Summary: You're Ari's girlfriend, but you slowly get replaced by someone who isn't you. Ari thinks this isn't true but figures it out he's wrong after it's too late.

Paring: Ari Levinson x reader x Jake Jensen

tw: literally just Ari being an asshole, fluff

"Sweetheart, you have to let me get dressed."

You pouted, wrapping your arms around Ari's muscular shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck desperately trying to get him to lay in bed with you a little longer.

"But why? can't you stay and cuddle for a little longer..."

Trying to give Ari the most convincing puppy eyes you possibly can, but falling to do so when you see he doesn't even spare you a second glance as he buttons up his baby blue dress shirt.

"No. Sorry baby, I promised Andrea I would meet her for drinks."

You paused for a moment. his just now current sentence throwing you off on so many levels. Who the hell is Andrea? And most importantly, why is she going out for drinks with your boyfriend?

"Who is Andrea, and why are you having drinks with her?"

Ari rolled his eyes annoyingly and looked at you with a scowl.

"Why do you always need to know everything I do. It's really annoying and overbearing."

You got out of bed and furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out how you were being 'annoying and overbearing'. Ari even knew before you guys got into a relationship that you had always been insecure about stuff like that, so it took you a little bit to get comfortable about some of the domestic things he tried to ease you into.

"Me? Annoying and overbearing. You're the one that's going out with another woman and getting drinks with her, and you don't believe that I have the right to ask you why?"

Ari looked at you angrily before putting his pants on and walking out of the bedroom grabbing his wallet before heading towards the front door.

You followed him not wanting him to leave angry with an issue that was not talked about between the two of you.

"is that it? Do you expect me to just sit here and be alright with you drinking with another woman?"

Ari paused and turned around setting his keys on the table beside him.

"yeah, maybe I do expect you to sit there and let me do what I want, it's not like I'm hooking up with random women."

"I trust you Ari I just don't want you doing anything you might regret later."

Ari scoffed

"yea sounds like you trust me a lot right now."

You looked at him like he was crazy, his voice getting louder and louder as he spoke.

"You're So Fucking clingy. Why can't you be more like Andrea!? She's pretty, skinny, I can fuck her better. She's perfect. you'll never be like her!"

As he yelled at you all you could do is cry and think about what he just said to you. Ari cheated on you and he didn't even try and pretend he wasn't.

Once the screaming stopped you looked down at the ground and stopped crying a little.

The minute Ari's words sunk in, you were angry.

"FINE. Go have a great time with Andrea I won't stop you."

You walked into your room and took a couple of boxes out, Walking back into the living room you put them on the table in front of Ari.

"Since you hate me that much you can take yourself and all your things out of MY house by tomorrow goodbye Ari."

Ari looked at you silently and followed you when you went back into the bedroom."

"I didn't mean that Baby, I'm sorry you know I love you"

"No, no you don't Ari don't say that"

You cried silently sitting on the couch with your elbows propped on your legs while your hands cover your eyes.

Ari makes his way over to the couch trying to wrap you in a hug and kiss your forehead. You push him away and stand up still crying.

"don't you dare touch me Ari"

"Please sweetheart we can talk about this-"

"Get out of my house. Please."

Ari attempted to come towards you to hug you once again but, you pushed him away.

"Are you sure I can sta-"

"GET. OUT"

Ari gave you one last guilty glance and made his way toward the door, slowly grabbing his keys on the way out.

2 weeks later

After the fight with Ari, he did come to your house and get his stuff in the mean time he was trying to find some reason why you should forgive him.

Your house was covered in pizza boxes, paper plates, and empty soda cans, along with take out boxes that should've been thrown out weeks ago. What have you done to yourself?

In the two weeks while you were downcasting in self-pity, Ari nonstop sent you multiple texts and calls to which you did not answer, threads of text messages that varied.

'I love you, baby'

'Please take me back'

'I'm sorry about what I said, and it'll never happen again'

'I dumped Andrea. Can we talk now?"

'I'm sorry, my love, please answer'

'U up?'

'You okay, baby?'

'Can I please come over so we can talk about this?'

'I really miss you, sweet girl'

'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Please answer..'

'You're absolutely perfect. I didn't mean anything I said to you, sweetheart'

Along with 98 missed calls from Ari

You couldn't bring yourself to put you in that down spiral of pain again, so you just ignored him.

While you glanced at the messages Ari sent you, you suddenly got this boost to go out to the land of living again.

You got in the shower and washed yourself, got dressed, grabbed your purse, and left your house.

What did you do once you got outside? To the coffee shop, of course, what better way to build your self-esteem back up than to order a coffee and sit down to catch up on some work.

Once you ordered your coffee, you sat down at a two person table and got your computer out waiting for them to call your name.

When you finally got your coffee and yourself settled, you heard the chair across from you creak across the wood floor and a voice that came with it.

"Um, hey, I was wondering if I could get your number?"

The voice across from you peaked your curiosity. You looked up from your computer to see a cute blonde boy with round glasses and an awkward smile on his face.

You smiled back at him, and that made him grin even more. You didn't need Ari anyway when you had this cutie in front of you.

"Whats your name?"

He paused and stumbled over his words a little bit.

"Jake Jensen, I thought you were really pretty and thought maybe I could have any chance of taking you out some time."

The smile on your face couldn't have gotten any wider. You felt like you were in high school again, giggling when your crush looked at you.

"I'm (name), I'd love for you to take me out some time, you're really cute too, so I don't mind that too much either.."

Jake's cheeks tinted pink when you said he was cute to, he was ecstatic that you said yes, very surprised that a pretty girl actually found his geeky persona attractive.

He handed you his phone, and you took it and put your number in his phone. Once you handed him his phone back, he gave you a quick bye and darted out of the front door of the coffee shop.

When you got back home, the first thing you did was take your shoes off along with your bra and change into something more comfortable. You spend the next two hours cleaning your wreck of a house, then you check your phone.

You unlock your phone and see a text from a number you don't recognize, but it can only be one person.

'Hey, it's Jake from the coffee shop. I was wondering when you wanted to meet up sometime?'

You paused for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say.

'Of course, I'm open every day past 3 o'clock, so whatever works for you is ok with me!'

'Does 5:30 on Monday sound alright? Or I'm pretty much free to whenever you want to.'

'Of course 5:30 sounds great, see you then, Jake!'

Wow, you can't believe how excited you are. You immediately go to your room and pick out an outfit for Monday.

On Monday, you forgot how long it's been since you've been on a date because Ari never took you on them. Maybe that's why you were so nervous?

Jake texted you the details about where you where you two were going. you stood in front of your mirror and did your hair and finished up your make-up. You never really felt pretty, but right now, you felt beautiful.

You heard a knock on your door. You hurried to see open it and saw Jake standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a nice dress shirt and pants.

"These are for you."

He handed you the flowers, you smiled and took them

"Thank you so much. You can come inside if you want."

"If that's ok with you"

"I'll put these in some water then we can leave"

He took a deep breath as you turned around to face him, looking up at him.

"Wow, you do look gorgeous"

You went up on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jake felt himself blushing slightly.

"You also look very handsome"

Jake gave you a chuckle and asked you if you were ready to go. You said yes.

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After the date, Jake drove you back to your house and walked you up to your doorstep. He took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss you, which you greatly accepted. After about a minute of him softly kissing you, you both pulled away from each other.

You gave him one last kiss and looked back up at him sweetly

"I really hope I get to see you again, Jake. You can always come by my house anytime if you ever need anything or wanna hang out sometime"

"Well, I definitely enjoyed tonight, and I do hope I get to see you to some time.. I'll definitely come by sometime, goodnight (name)"

"Goodnight Jake"

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And he didn't lie. Every single day, Jake would come to your house, to say that you guys liked each other was an understatement.

The past few weeks were amazing, and that made you almost completely forget about Ari. So much happened. One thing led to another, and here we are with you and Jake in a happy relationship cuddled up on the couch with your head laying on his chest with his arms tightly secured around you, watching some nerdy TV show that Jake insisted on watching.

What broke the peace was a knock on your front door, Jake pecked your forehead and got up.

"Don't worry, I'll get it, baby"

You groaned, annoyed that your personal pillow is leaving.

Jake opened the door, and before he could say anything, a man that was about the same height as him with dark shoulder-length hair and a beard started a speech

"Sweetheart, I am so sor- who the fuck are you?"

Jake looked at the man with confusion and an annoyed face.

"I'm her boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

Ari raised his eyebrows, trying to look past the man to find you.

"No. I'm her boyfriend or, well, soon to be once I get her back."

"No your not-"

Jake was cut off by you sleepily wrapping your arms around his waist, peeking around to see who it was. Your eyes widened to see that it was Ari at your front doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Ari. What are you doing here?"

Ari slightly smiled

"I'm here to apologize, I miss you so much, baby, please can we talk"

Jake looked down at you in confusion

"Is he your ex-boyfriend?"

You looked back up at him

"Yea, and he was also fixing to leave to because he cheated on me and also because I have a new boyfriend which I love very much and he would never do anything to hurt me because he's a sweetheart. Goodbye Ari."

"Wai-"

You were fixing to slam the door when Ari blocked it and opened it

"What about me? you're gonna choose this weirdo over me?"

You paused

"Um yea, he's nice, sweet, gorgeous, funny, smart...the list goes on.."

You slam the door and lock it, ignoring Ari's yelling. You drag Jake back to the couch and kiss him, rubbing your hands over his muscles while he holds your waist. You pull away and sit up on his lap.

"I can show you what else I love about you.."

He smirked and gave you a teasing look, feeling you through his shirt that you were wearing right now.

"Oh yea? Why don't you show me then?"

You made your way between his thighs.

"I'd love to."

A/n- I had this in my drafts for a while it kinda sucks lol but it's definitely something (I did not proofread this at all).

[gamergirl929]

Enchanted To Meet You (Christen Press x Reader)

A chance meeting at a party leads Christen Press to the woman of her dreams, but what happens when the woman of her dreams vanishes without trace, leaving behind only a handkerchief and the phantom feel of her hand in hers? 

Based loosely off Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Christen Press glances down at her wine glass, giving the contents inside a swirl.  

She, along with the remainder of the USWNT veterans, were dressed to the nines, all in attendance for the annual, USSF party with many of the sports, MAJOR investors.  

“Why are we here anyway? I could be drinking cheap beer right now.” Kelley grumbles, earning an elbow in the side from Alex.  

Kelley groans.  

“Come on Al, you don’t want to be here either.”  

Christen picks her head up, her green orbs widening when she catches a pair of eyes on her from across the room.  

Y/E/C orbs catch green and you smile, the conversation between you and those around you completely forgotten as you stare across the room at Christen.  

Your head tilts slightly to the side, your eyes narrowing slightly, as if you’re trying to remember something.  

You give your head a shake, turning back to the older man beside you, a charming smile stretching across your face.  

“Oooooo, who are you making eyes at Pressy?” Kelley asks, drawing everyone else's attention.  

Christen’s cheeks flush as your eyes again catch hers, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Well damn, no wonder you’re making eyes at her.” Kelley mumbles, earning a smack on the forearm.  

“You know I only have eyes for you, Jan.” Kelley teases, Alex’s cheeks flushing pink.  

Christen shakes her head, frowning when she realizes you’d disappeared from view.  

“Chris.”  

Christen turns to Tobin, a brow arching in question.  

Tobin nods in her direction, the forward grinning when she sees you standing behind Christen, a glass of wine in each hand.  

You clear your throat.  

“Hi.” You smile, nodding to the glass in her hand.  

“It looked like you were running a little low.”  

Christen smiles, glancing at Tobin who holds her hand out to take her empty glass, her best friend smirking.  

Christen takes the glass from your hand and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N.” You smile, taking a step closer to her, the smell of your cologne, not in an overbearing way, clouding her senses  

“Christen.” She smiles and you grin.  

“Christen.” You repeat, your grin widening.  

“Well Christen, it’s nice to meet you, I thought we’d met before, but I’d certainly remember meeting someone like you.”  

Christen’s brows arch.

“Someone like me?”  

You crack a smile.  

“You stand out.”  

Christen smiles, bringing the glass to her lips.  

“I could say the same about you.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your own drink.  

“I suppose you could.”  

Meanwhile behind you, Megan points at you, the purple haired woman nodding enthusiastically.

Boldly, Christen moves closer her fingertips brushing your forearm

“I could.”  

You glance down at her fingers, your cheeks lightly dusted pink.  

“To be honest, this isn’t really my scene, but if you come to every one of these parties, I’ll have more of an incentive.” You smirk charmingly and Christen giggles.  

“If you’re here, that’s enough incentive for me as well.” She flirts shamelessly and you grin.  

You bring your hand up, covering her hand that’s still resting on your forearm with your own.  

“Are you like this with everyone, or am I a special case?” You ask cockily and she shakes her head.  

“I guess you could say you’re a special case.” She shrugs and you smirk.  

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you.”  

Your tongue swipes at your dry lips, Christen zeroing in on the action.  

You glance over your shoulder, humming at the classical music that’s pouring from a nearby speaker. 

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but would you like to dance?”

She bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off a grin, the forward glancing at her best friend, who’s already holding her hand out, ready to take yet another glass from her.  

“I’d love to.”  

                                                          ***

You hold your hand out, something Christen takes with little to no hesitation, the brunette intertwining your fingers.  

You slip an arm around her, your hand splayed on her back as she rests her free hand on your shoulder.  

The distance between you is noticeably minute, your noses nearly brushing.  

“Do you usually slow dance with someone you just met?” You ask in a hushed whisper and she giggles, her breath tickling your face.  

“No, again, you’re a special case.”  

You freeze, your hand in hers, your fingers drumming against her back.  

“And what makes me special?” You ask, flirting shamelessly, Christen shrugs, her gaze falling to your lips.  

“There’s just something about you.” She whispers, her palm resting on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Something about you that I-

“Excuse me, Y/N?”  

Your eyes narrow as you turn to the intruder, the man having the sense to look somewhat fearful.  

“Someone is here to see you.” He whispers and you growl.  

“They couldn’t have waited?” You ask, angrily and he shakes his head.  

“Unfortunately, no.”  

You roll your eyes, turning back to Christen with a frown.  

“I apologize, I-

Christen cuts you off, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek, giggling when she realizes she’d left some lipstick behind.  

Boldly, she takes your handkerchief from your pocket and drags it against your cheek, ridding you off the pink lipstick left behind.  

"Go, I’m sure I’ll see you after.” She whispers and you smile, your smile splitting into a grin.

“Oh, you will.”  

You give her a wink before taking your leave, your handkerchief still in her hand. 

“Wait your-

“I’ll get it when I come back.” You say as you turn on your heels, moving backwards beside the man who stops you when you nearly hit a wall.  

You send Christen a wink before disappearing around the corner.  

She doesn’t see you again that night.  

                                                          ***

Christen mood noticeably faltered after that, even around Tobin she wasn’t herself.  

She’d felt a connection with you that she hadn’t felt for anyone else, and in an instant, you were taken away.  

Even a start in the game against South Korea hadn’t quelled the torment she felt in her heart, how could it when she possibly just lost a chance at love?  

Meanwhile, within a booth way above the crowd you cross your arms across your chest, your breath caught in your chest.  

You could tell even from afar that the light had left Christen, the woman not glowing as she had been the night you met her.  

You hum, glancing down at the stands, wondering if a closer look was in order to properly watch the match.  

                                                          ***

Christen Press was off her game, missing shots she’d never normally miss, and making sloppy passes, anyone could see that, and at the half, she headed for the locker room, her chin flush with her chest as her head hung in shame at her performance.

Tobin slips an arm around her best friend, giving the woman a squeeze.  

“It’s okay Chris.” She whispers and Christen shakes her head.  

“It isn’t."  

Tobin keeps her arm around the woman as the two make their way into the locker room.

                                                          ***

Tactic talks went as well as Christen could’ve expected, the lingering gazes of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

Before she can leave the locker room, she’s stopped by Vlatko the man giving her a worried frown as he places a hand on her shoulder.  

“Are you alright to continue?” He asks and she nods, giving him a forced smile.  

“I am.”  

Vlatko nods.  

“You’re sure?” He asks and she nods again.  

“I am. I promise.”  

Even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not so certain if she can keep that promise.

                                                          ***

The second you spot her exiting the tunnel, a smile stretches across your face, your hands leaving your pockets.  

Your smile falters though when you realize her smile is far from as bright as it had been nights prior.  

You hold a hand up, hoping to garner her attention, but you’re unsuccessful, at least at garnering Christen Press’s attention.  

“Chris.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the forward barely able to contain herself.  

Christen lifts her gaze with a hum, her green orbs widening when they lock with Y/E/C, like they had all those nights ago.

Your lips split into a massive grin, one mirrored on Christen’s face, a smile that makes the brightness you were so drawn to all those nights ago return.  

The butterflies you felt when you first saw her that night flitter their wings as they spread throughout your chest.  

Kelley follows Tobin and Christen’s gaze, the defender grinning as she gives Alex a nudge.  

Soon, every USWNT player is staring your way, your cheeks flushing under their scrutiny.  

You rub the back of your neck, your cheeks darkening the longer their eyes remain on you.  

Christen swats blindly at the USWNT veteran closest to her, that being Tobin, unwilling to take her eyes off of you.  

“Feeling better?” Tobin asks with a smirk, knowing the answer full well.  

Christen’s cheeks flush.  

“Yes.”  

                                                          ***

Needless to say, after Christen saw you in the stands, her game drastically improved, the woman making goal after goal, and assisting on a few as well, a permanent smile etched on her face.  

You watched in awe as the woman worked, her skill taking you back slightly, how could one woman be so talented?  

You were in complete and utter awe of her, the woman’s talent and the bright smile carved into her face making the butterflies in your chest only flap their wings harder, what you felt nights ago increasing tenfold.  

Much to your dismay, the final whistle blows and you frown, craving to see more of the woman’s utter skill, and the smile on her face as she played the sport she loved so much.  

You glance around, watching as the players make their way onto the field to shake the oppositions hands, completely missing the fact that Christen is making her way towards you until she’s right in front of you.  

The moment you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you grin.  

“Hey.” You say, smile further widening.  

“Hey.” She beams.  

You step over the seat separating the two of you, the two of you now much closer than you had been.  

“I’m sorry about the other night, I had an emergency at the company and I had to leave immediately.”  

Christen nods.  

“It’s okay.”  

You shake your head.  

“It isn’t.”

Your eyes flick to her lips before snapping back up, locking with her green eyes. 

“I never got to finish my dance with you.” You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin when you see Christen visibly blush.  

“You’re right.” She shrugs, taking a step closer, only inches separating the two of you now.  

“I’d like another chance to.”  

Christen’s brows arch, the forward unaware that her entire team is watching the interaction between the two of you.  

“I’d like to take you out, tonight... I mean, if you want to.” You swallow hard, nervously.  

Christen’s lips split in a grin.  

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” She asks and you glance away bashfully, cheeks pink.  

“I guess I am.”  

Christen reaches for and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’d love to.”  

You glance down, your brows arching when you notice something poking out of Christen’s short’s pocket.  

You smirk, taking a book from her playbook and boldly reaching for the handkerchief.  

Christen cheeks flush a deep shade of red as you hold the handkerchief up in the air between the two of you.  

Your brow arches in question, your smirk widening.  

“I needed it, for good luck?” She shrugs and you grin, slipping the handkerchief back into her pocket, your fingertips brushing her waist.  

Even more boldly, Christen places her hand over your own on her waist.  

She cups your cheek with her free hand before she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, and presses a kiss to your cheek before she starts backing up towards the field.  

“It was great seeing you again.” You whisper, the woman’s smile widening.  

“I hope I see you again soon.”  

You shrug.  

“Tonight at 8 sound good?” You ask and she nods, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely insane.  

“That sounds perfect.”  

[kenmahive]

sometimes i think about how sad and tragic gojo’s character is and just start sobbing.

i think a good way to describe his tragicness as a character is how he has everything and nothing at the same time.

he’s the strongest sorcerer alive. he’s practically invincible. the world’s balance literally shifted when he was born. he comes from a well respected clan and not only that but gege has said that gojo was spoiled well while growing up too. point is, it’s very easy to get the notion that gojo satoru has everything.

there’s even an instance wherein jogo asks if there’s something that gojo doesn’t have.

which obviously, the answer is yes.

at the end of the day, his youth was stolen from him. he lives with this overbearing weight on his shoulders because he’s the strongest sorcerer alive. and im sure it can get pretty lonely when you’re living with this weight on your shoulder and it overshadows practically everything about your life.

i saw someone on twitter say before that this volume extra perfectly captures gojo’s loneliness as a character and i agree. it’s not that people around him don’t care about him, but he can never escape the high pedestal that he’s in because he’s the strongest. it follows him like a shadow and it vastly affects his life and his relationships with other people.

gege has said before that they can’t imagine gojo ever settling down with a woman and most people took it and ran with the notion that gojo is a womanizer. but i don’t think the same and i interpreted it as gojo can’t settle (especially if you take into account that one panel with yuta where yuta jokes “like you getting a girlfriend?”). i agree with gege when they said that they can’t imagine gojo ever settling down because gojo can’t. he has too much responsibility for normalcy such as settling down with someone, and i’m sure the power that he has can also cause harm to his loved ones and put them in a dangerous place. that’s how much gojo’s greatness has tainted his life.

which brings me to the the final nail in the coffin: geto and the line that had shakespeare rolling in his grave. “are you the strongest because you’re satoru gojo, or are you satoru gojo because you’re the strongest?”

i think this line perfectly encapsulates the notion that gojo has everything and nothing at the same time based on how you would look at it. it speak volumes as to how much being the strongest has taken up gojo’s life and identity. how much it has robbed him of his youth among other things.

and the sad thing is, geto was one of the few people who saw gojo as someone more than just being the strongest sorcerer alive. when nanako asked who gojo is and asked isn’t gojo super strong, geto talked about him as his best friend and didn’t delve into how gojo is the strongest sorcerer known to the world. and we all know how sad their relationship took a turn.

i mentioned that gojo’s greatness have taken up much of his life and identity and has robbed him of his youth among other things. i also think it’s interesting how the irony of his domain expansion somehow reflects the tragedy and irony of his character as well. when he used unlimited void against jogo he said “it’s ironic isn’t it? when granted everything you can’t do anything.”

obviously it’s not the exact similar sentiment, but you get the point.

gojo has been granted everything with the abilities that he inherited. after all he’s the strongest. but this greatness is the same thing that’s been robbing him of his life.

ironic isn’t it? gojo was granted with ‘everything’ yet at the end of the day he has nothing.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ᗩGEᗪ ᑌᑭ!ᑭETEᖇ ᑭᗩᖇKEᖇ ᙭ ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ

ᔕᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY: You and Peter have always been very flirty and touchy with each other. You chalked it up to just how he is, not that you minded. But what happens when Peter gets hit with Hydra’s infamous sex pollen and all he seems to be doing is moaning your name. 

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎGᔕ: smut of course lol 18+ (virgin kink?, first time!reader, experienced!Peter, etc, unprotected sex cuz i forgot to write that lol be safe though, and a digusting amount of fluff) 

ᗩ/ᑎ: (non/dub con as per usual with sex pollen fics) although i tried to make as consensual as possible 

ᗯOᖇᗪ ᑕOᑌᑎT: 4.0k (i’m so sorry this is so long lmao)

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“We’re back!” Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the building. They had gone on a mission to infiltrate yet another Hydra base.

Peter was currently sitting and watching television and you were watching from the kitchen making two drinks for you and Peter. You both looked to the team walking in before scurrying beside Bruce and Tony who walked straight into the lab. 

“What did you get this time?” you asked excitedly. Sometimes the team brings back really cool things back from missions and in particular the Hydra missions have the coolest things. Unusually, Thor too walked in the lab before you all circled around the table and Tony placed a plant. 

He backs away as did Bruce and Thor so after looking at Peter with wide eyes you both also stepped back. 

“What is it?” Peter whispered.

“A plant,” Thor said.

“Not shit, Goldilocks. What does it do? You told us to take home, now what?” Tony said.

“Well, Man of Iron, it’s a sex pollen plant.”

“A what?” you gasped.

“Most planets use this as a sort of breeding plant; some species don’t really have the… stamina that Midgardians and Asgardians have.”

As Thor explained this, Tony and Bruce huddle away from the plant moving towards the computer to write down notes and data about what Thor was telling them. You followed pursuit also being intrigued by it. 

Unfortunately Peter did not follow and instead moved closer to the plant to take a closer look. The flower was beautiful. The petals were a soft shade of periwinkle and the pollen was yellow almost like gold. The same shade of golden yellow dust swirled around the flower itself. It was hypnotizing. He really wanted to smell it.

Suddenly as Peter got closer just to give it a quick sniff, he could smell an almost overbearing amount of your scent. That delicious scent of vanilla and lavender that you smelled so nicely of. That scent that made Peter want to run his hands through your hair and his nose along your neck. 

“One thing you should never do is inhale its pollen, if one does it could heighten their desires into madness.”

Peter looked up with wide eyes knowing he just did something he probably shouldn't have done. 

“What desires exactly?” Bruce asked.

“Well, sex.”

Peter started coughing.

“Pete are you ok?” you asked walking up to him.

He looked you in your eyes and his own dilated insanely. You backed away slightly concerned for your friend only for him to take a step closer to you. The lab coated with silence analyzing his behavior since it was so unlike him. Tony got up from sitting on a stool and Thor puffed his chest anticipating his next move; he was certain the boy breathed in the plant’s pollen. 

“It smelled just like you,” he whispered close to your face; his hands reaching under your shirt slightly.

The minute he put his hands on you, all three men ran you and Peter. Bruce pulled you behind him while Tony and Thor grabbed Peter dragging him away from you. You felt hot after what Peter had just done; in front of people too. He thrashed in Thor’s and Tony’s grasp, groaning and shouting from them to let him go. 

You felt tears brimming your eyes. You did not like Peter like this. He was crying and begging to be with you, which you’ll admit surprised you. 

“What’s happening to him?” you asked from behind Banner.

“The boy seems to have inhaled the pollen as I said not to do.”

“Yeah I get that! Why is he crying? Is he hurt?” you asked.

“Not exactly, the pollen will affect his mind and simulate pain as if he were to die, but his body will be perfectly fine.”

“What?” you all said at the same time.

“How do we fix it?” Tony asked.

“Y/n, baby. Please,” Peter practically moaned making everyone kind of uncomfortable.

“Well, the only way I’m aware of is, well, sex. And it seems like Peter desires the young lady,” you eyes widened and you shifted under everyone’s stares. 

“No, no way,” Tony said; you were like a daughter to Tony and therefore boys were something he wasn’t too keen on the idea of you having. He still thinks you’re too young even though you’re already a consenting adult. 

“Tony, the boy-”

“No, I’m not letting Y/n do that. We’ll find a different cure. Take him to his room and don’t let him out.”

“Tony, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked Tony.

“Yes I’m sure, Banner. There’s no way in hell I’m putting her in that situation. It’s not fair. Now come on, more time talking, less time finding a cure.”

“Technically there’s already a cure,” Thor muttered. 

“Go!” Tony pushed him out. 

“Is he gonna be ok?” you softly asked, hearing his cries and screams for you as Thor took him to is room.

“He’s gonna be alright, bug,” Tony said, hugging you. 

Steve and Nat both walked in the lab after changing out  of their clothes concerned with all the screaming they had been hearing.

“What happened?” Nat asked.

“Thor had us bring this plant home for analysis and turns out this shit makes anyone who smells the pollen horny as hell.”

“Really? Come on Tony, we heard the kid crying and screaming. What’s really going on?” Steve didn’t believe him at first.

“He wants to… have sex,” Bruce said shyly.

“Wait really?” Nat asked.

“With who?” Steve hesitantly asked curiously.

Tony and Bruce simply look at you, which you curled into yourself feeling embarrassed. 

“Oh no, honey are you ok? Did he do anything?” Nat asked, holding your hand.

“I’m fine, I’m just worried about him.”

“Don’t. We’ll fix this I promise,” Tony said getting to work.

Well now it’s been 8 hours and Peter is still crying and moaning your name. You had been in Nat's room with her, Steve, and Bucky. Sam and Thor had been outside ‘patrolling’ Peter’s room making sure he was as ok as he can be, though it’s been proven that he seems to be in excruciating pain. 

Tony and Bruce had been in the lab the entire day, you’d think they made wonderful progress and found a cure by now but no. All they’ve found was normal samples of Peter’s… everything. He was physically perfectly fine. 

You were very quiet as they played video games and watched movies. You couldn’t help but feel burdened because you knew you could fix all of this. All you needed to do was go to Peter’s room and let him have his way with you. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind. You and Peter have always had this sort of tension and extra friendly behavior between you guys ever since you met. 

To say you hadn’t developed feelings for him would be a huge lie. 

“Are you ok?” Nat asked you.

“No, not really.”

“I know you want to help him but it’s for the better. Let Tony and Bruce find a cure.”

“Actually that won’t be happening anytime soon,” Thor said, walking with Sam. 

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“They haven’t found anything and although Peter will be physically fine, mentally he could be extremely traumatized by the time they find something, if anything. The pollen mimics physical pain until sexual ‘needs’ are fulfilled by the person they desire most,” Thor looked to you at the end. 

“I want to help him,” you said.

“Y/n, that’s not fair to you,” Steve said.

“And it’s not fair to Peter if I don’t help! He didn’t mean to smell the flower. I can't just sit here waiting for nothing to happen when I can go in there and help him!” you argued, “If I don’t, he’ll not only hate you for keeping me away from him but me too for not trying.”

“Don’t be silly, he’d never hate you,” Nat said.

“He will if I’m the reason he’s going to be traumatized for the rest of his life.”

“Come with me,” Nat said, holding your hand.

“Nat,” Steve warned.

“Steve, you and I both know this has to happen. They’re adults,” Nat shot back. 

You followed Nat out of the room. 

“Are you absolutely sure about this? Your first time should be special-”

“First time?” your eyes widen.

“Y/n, I know you're a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin,” you mumbled.

“Really? When was your first?” she poked.

“It was- was in, it was high school,” you stuttered.

“With who?”

“... Tommy?” you said after a long moment of silence, trying to come up with a name.

“Tommy?” Nat smirked.

“Yeah, he was in my history class,” you lied.

“Ok we’ll work on that,” she said.

“On what?”

“Lying.”

“Hey, virginity is merely a social construct made by men who think their tiny dicks have the ability to change a woman’s life. It’s gonna be like a five second pump; I’ll be in and out,” Nat laughed at that.

“Ok, fine. Follow me.”

You followed her to Peter’s room where his moans and groans got louder with each step you got closer. Truthfully you were a bit nervous about the situation. Sure you did imagine your first to be extra special in a dim lit room with flowers and with someone you love. Well, now it looks like it’s going to be a dark room with your best friend who’s in the room driven by magic sex pollen, but at least you love him. 

You got to the door and Peter instantly knew you were on the other side. His senses overwhelmed him with your scent, your racing heart beat. You exchanged a few words with Nat before she hugged you and left you to go into his room alone. 

You slipped inside and immediately met with Peter crawling on the floor to you in nothing but a pair of boxers; a large prominent tent formed where his dick was. 

“Y/n, you’re here,” he rubbed your legs and kissed your thighs softly still on the floor at your feet. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m here to help you,” you said shakily.

“Oh god, you smell so good,” his hand reached up behind your thighs towards your ass and you panicked. 

“Peter wait,” you pulled his hand away. 

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” he too panicked.

“Nothing, I just… I’m kinda scared.”

“Of what? Of me?” he stood up and backed away from you.

“No! Not of you. I’ve never… done this, you know?”

“Y/n, why are doing this then- ugh!” he groaned, a wave of need and sexual frustration rushed over him making his body cramp. 

“I want to help you,” you grabbed his hand; he pulled his hand back very quickly and retracted his body over to the bed. 

“Peter, please let me help you,” you walked over to him.

“No, Y/n. I can’t do that to you.”

You were getting tired of his arguing. You wanted to do this. You rushed to him and took your shirt off hoping that’ll prove a point or something. 

“Look, look. I want to help you, Pete. Let me do that,” you cupped his face making him look at you. 

His eyes were so dilated nearly black as he looked into your eyes. His hands caressed your bare stomach and lower back making goosebumps rise across your body. He leaned forward running his nose along your neck breathing you in. He used every ounce of control he had in his body to not flip you on the bed rail you into the mattress. He had to be gentle. The idea of you never have been touched shouldn't have turned him on as much as it does. 

Your stomach fluttered and you let out a shaky breath. Arousal pooled in your underwear with each move that Peter made. Your hands rested on his shoulders unsure of what to do but thankfully Peter moved your hands in his hair and you gently ran your fingers through his curly brown locks as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. 

He moved your bra strap down your shoulder tracing his lips along your collarbone to your shoulder.

“I'm so sorry, baby,” he whispered against your skin.

“It’s ok Pete, I want to help you. Teach me. Teach me how to make you feel good.” 

He practically growled picking you up and laying you on his bed. He kissed your stomach and left small bites and purple marks littered across your belly. He looked at you to make sure you were ok before pulling your shorts down your legs and off to the side. He continued to kiss up and down your legs growing harder at the small pants and gasps you made above him. 

“I'm gonna give you a little taste, ok darling?” he whispered against your inner thighs.

You nodded and lifted your hips off the bed for Peter to easily take your underwear off. You grew embarrassed at how wet you were. Peter only chuckled before going in a licking along your entrance. You gasped and clenched your thighs together, only to wrap around Peter’s head pulling him closer to you.

This isn’t Peter’s first time eating a girl out so he was obviously quite skilled in bringing you a lot of pleasure from his tongue alone. Now in his twenties, after high school and after his identity was revealed, Peter somewhat tumbled his way into playboy town just like his mentor. 

Girls left and right shot their chance to spend a night in the spider boy’s bed. But when Peter met you, oh boy, the kid fell in love. You were this innocent little thing that Peter just wanted to hold and take care of all the time. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He stopped seeing other women in hopes that one day you’d be out of your mind enough to give him a shot. 

Now here you were, laying in his bed like an angel, letting him have his way with you because he was shithead and smelled the flower when he wasn’t supposed to. 

Your hips squirmed around, pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. You moaned loudly as you got closer to your oragsm. Your hands went to Peter’s hair making him hum when you tugged on his hair. His vibrations pushed over the edge and you came for the first time that night on Peter’s face.

“God that was hot, baby. Are you ok?” he asked, crawling up your body after discarding his boxers.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you cupped his face, smiling.

He leaned down and kissed you for the first time ever. His hands roamed your almost naked body except for your bra of which you still had on. Not for long of course. Peter leaned back to sit up pulling you with him so you were now sitting straddling his lap. 

You could feel his dick against you and your body shuddered in arousal. His hands wrapped around you to skillfully remove your bra, the last piece of clothing left on you. When he did so you covered yourself in instinct never having been naked in front of anyone before in your life. 

“Don’t cover up princess. You’re so beautiful. I wanna see you,” he whispered, cupping his hand under your chin so you could look at him.

“Sorry, it’s- It’s a lot,” you whispered back. 

“I know and I’ll try to go slow but if I’m not inside you right now I think I’m gonna pass out,” he moaned. 

You looked down in between your bodies to find Peter’s dick big, swollen, and red. You felt bad because you don’t know if it’ll fit inside you and it looks painful. 

“Please, Yn,” Peter had tears in eyes begging for you to take the pain away.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

Peter grabbed his cock and lined up to your entrance. You got up and slowly sank down feeling him stretching you out. With how aroused and wet you were after Peter’s mouth you were able to slide all the way down without feeling too much pain.

Peter moaned when he bottomed out and grabbed your face you kiss passionately. You moved slowly up and down and soon all the pain you felt subsided into pleasure and you too started moaning above him. 

“You look so fucking good riding me, princess.”

His words made you moan even more embarrassed that everyone can probably hear you and Peter having sex. You bit your lip in hopes to silence the moans as much as possible, but Peter didn’t like that.

“Don’t. I want everyone in this building to know who fucking you this good,” he flipped you over onto you back and started thrusting wildly. 

“Let them know what a good little girl you are for daddy. Let them know who’s name you’re gonna be screaming all night.”

“Peter oh god,” you moaned.

“Huh? You like it when I call you a good girl?”

“Yes!”

“My good girl. My little slut,” Peter groaned in your ear.

You were getting insanely close to your climax and Peter’s words only sped up the approach. 

“Daddy, I think I’m close,” you whispered, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“Let go baby. Cum all over my cock,” he said.

Your oragsm ripped through you and you practically screamed into his ear. Pleasure came over you in a huge wave. Your eyes screwed shut and your legs wrapped around Peter’s torso pulling him impossibly close. Your body felt limp under Peter’s and when you opened your eyes Peter's face held worrisome and frustration. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I haven’t came,” his voice trembled.

“It’s ok. We can keep going,” you said tiredly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he buried his face in your neck.

“You won’t hurt me, Peter. I promise.”

He kissed softly before gently flipping you over and thrusted into furiously.

Six hours later Peter finally came after you did so nine times; and that was before you stopped counting. Your body shook and Peter cleaned you up. He had a small fridge where he kept drinks from time to time and grabbed a water bottle for you to drink. 

You breathed heavily after drinking a copious amount of water before laying back down. You turned to check the clock on his bedside and saw that it was around three thirty in the morning. Peter crawled into bed with you, both still naked not caring enough to change. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” he mumbled in your skin. 

“I mean it was a lot,” you chuckled.

“I swear if it weren’t for that stupid fucking pollen our first time would have been softer and special,” he said, making you look at him with surprise. 

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, well, look. Y/n, I really like you and I know that timing is horrible but it’s true. I promise.”

“Well, I like you too,” you smiled at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Wow. God, you’re amazing. Thank you for today,” he whispered, cuddling you close.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” 

You both fell  asleep soundly in each other's arms until you both woke up the next day from loud yet muffled voices downstairs. The sun was shining very bright, lighting the whole room up brightly. You stirred around and peeked over Peter’s sleeping body to find that it was around noon already and you two were still in bed. 

Peter moved a bit slowly waking up. You turned around to face and watched his beautiful face slowly come to life. His eyes met your eyes and you both smiled before bursting into giggles; hiding your face in his chest. 

“We’ll have to get up soon, you know,” he said, making you sigh dramatically.

“Let’s run away, before they make fun of us. They had to have heard, right?” you said, slightly panicked.

Peter just laughed and shook his head. He reached to kiss you, moving your hair off your neck eyes widening. 

“Oh man,” he said, thumb rubbing the dark spots he left on you.

“What?” You pushed the sheets off your body feeling intensely sore. You heard Peter gasped as you trotted to a mirror.

Your body was covered in bruises and hickeys that Peter left for literally everyone to see. When you looked in the mirror you yelled Peter’s name completely shocked at the state of your body. 

“I can’t believe you!”

“Well, in my opinion I think you looking fucking sexy,” he said coming up behind you.

“I like them,” you said shyly, “But everyone’s gonna see them, no?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen next time.”

“Next time?”

“Hell yeah. Only if you want of course,” he chuckled, “Let’s take a shower before we grab some food.”

That was filled with giggles and little touches. Kisses were exchanged practically every minute. You both came out of the shower and Peter so generously lent you a pair of clean boxers and one of his shirts fitting way too big on you. He wore these delicious looking grey sweatpants and a tight fitted black shirt. You practically drooled over him.

“No, later,” he winked.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before heading down stairs preparing for what could be an upcoming disaster. You came down stairs meeting everyone appearing to be arguing probably over what you did. Everyone noticed you two and immediately stopped conversing. 

Tony sat on a stool, arms crossed and an unamused look staring at you both while everyone else looked down or at each other, anywhere at but you guys.

“Before you say anything, everything that happened is my fault,” Peter pulled you behind him. 

Tony simply looked at you and made you feel shy and ashamed somewhat under his gaze. He told you to stay away and you didn’t listen.

“Don’t even look at her. She has nothing to do with this,” he said when Tony shifted his gaze.

“Relax, kid. Look we all talked. Thor told me about the effects the pollen can have mentally and the trauma it can impact when ‘untreated’ for too long. We weren’t going to find a cure anytime soon and I don’t even want to think about the consequences you’d have to pay because I'm a stubborn old man who didn’t like seeing the kids not be kids anymore. You both are adults and I had no right to interfere with that. Besides everyone knows you two are in love.”

“We’re not in love,” Peter mumbled.

“Love is such a strong word,” you mumbled simultaneously. 

“Don’t argue with me,” Tony said. 

“Sorry,” you both whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he admitted.

“We also agreed that starting today we will be installing soundproofing in both of your rooms and Y/n, maybe put some ice on…” he pointed to your neck but then waved around your whole body because you were pretty beaten up. 

“Thanks, guys,” Peter said holding your hand again.

“Congrats on getting the girl finally,” Steve said.

Before you two left you saw Nat wink at you and you smiled running away with Peter most likely to go cuddle and maybe fuck another round if your body feels better. As much as you hate to admit, thank god Peter smelled that fucking plant. 

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Could I have 13 and 70 from the smut list with King Arthur?

A/N: Yes, yes, you can. :D Also took some inspiration from the live-action Cinderella movie. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + only for smut, p in v 

Masterlist 

Prompts: “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”& “I know all of your weaknesses.”

You fidgeted in your pretty gown for the eighth time in the last ten minutes, and your mother was less than pleased. “Stop moving, ungrateful child, this is your chance to impress the King! A chance for us to rise among the nobles!” she hisses at you, pulling your shoulders back. A ball in King Arthur’s court, wearing a corset that did little to help in the way of breathing, and your overbearing mother is breathing down your neck. Your sister beside you covered her giggles with a cough as you rolled your eyes. 

“Oh, Lady Charlotte!” Mother smiles and thankfully leaves you for a moment alone. You take a deep breath and lower your shoulders, eyes scanning the room for exits. 

“She will catch you, you know,” your sister giggles again, “and drag you right back.” 

“I feel more like a prized bird on display than a woman,” you scoff, “does she honestly believe that the King is going to look at me in this ridiculous get-up and fall madly in love? We are peasants; how did we even get invited to this?  Besides, I haven’t even seen this King before; what if he’s some hideous brute? Maybe that’s why they haven’t commissioned any portraits of him.” 

“I’ve heard he’s quite handsome and young.” 

“The average life span of a person is only fifty or so years, so how young can he be, twelve?” you groan at seeing the large plume of your mother’s hat coming back your way. “I need to get out of here before mother sells me to the highest coin.” 

“Quickly then,” she shoos, “I know why you don’t want to meet the King; he’ll never compare with your handsome stranger.” She grins mischievously at you, and you hold your breath waiting for the fallout. 

“How did you know about that?” 

“Sister, darling, you are not very good at hiding your feelings.” You glare at her, and she giggles, “I also saw the two of you by the creek when I was out fetching berries last week. He’s quite handsome.” 

“There you are!” Mother returns and puts her hands on your shoulders, pretending to show affection. “The King is coming,” she whispers with a grin and moves to stand between the two of you. You look over at your sister and give her your best pleading face, mouthing the words, ‘please don’t tell’ she smiles and nods with a wordless ‘promise.’ 

The trumpets sound loud, and a man stands forward to announce the King. People sitting rise to their feet, girls around you giggle like children, several pushing up their chests, biting their lips, or pinching their cheeks for some extra color. You stand there with a lump in your throat, trying to swallow around it. 

When the King makes his entrance, the crown glistening off the top of his head, your mouth slowly falls open on a gasp. “Art?” you whisper, your mother shushing you; you can feel your sister’s eyes burn into the side of your face. Everyone around you bows and curtsies low in honor, but your body has frozen, your limbs no longer working. 

“Curtsy,” your mother grabs your hand and pulls you down with a hiss, and you gasp, nearly falling to the floor with force. The noise draws his attention, and when the crowd rises, his eyes are staring intensely into yours. Those eyes you love, Art the apprentice, is the King of England. “He’s staring at you,” you can hear the glee in your mother’s voice, but all you feel is dread. 

The music begins to play, and several Lord’s come up to him showing their offspring off like a cow at the market. And for a moment, his eyes leave yours, and you bolt. “Where are you going?” your mother moves to grab you, but your sister intervenes; God bless her. You walk as quickly as your skirts will allow towards the door to the gardens, and when you are on the threshold, an arm comes out to stop you. 

“Wait, milady,” you freeze, half wanting to rip your arm from his grasp and slap him across the face for his misdirection, the other half wanting to turn and get lost in the deep blue of his eyes. “My love,” he whispers only for you to hear, “let me explain.” The second half wins, and you turn slowly, noticing the entire ballroom is watching the scene with rapt interest. His eyes, as blue as the sky reflecting off the sea, have you unraveling before him. “Dance with me?” he straightens to his full height, letting go of your arm and holding out a hand, “please.” 

Your hand trembles as you bring it up and place it in his. The warmth that is usually so comforting seems to set your skin ablaze as you follow him to the middle of the ballroom. The music is slow, and you follow the steps with him in a carefully orchestrated dance. “Talk,” you whisper, “why did you lie to me?” 

“I didn’t lie,” he grins, “not exactly; I am still learning my trade, just like an apprentice.” 

You know all the eyes are on you, and you smile when he gives you a turn, stepping hard on his foot when you come around. He grunts but doesn’t stop the dance, continuing each step. “That wasn’t very nice,” he smiles and says under his breath. “Did you forget love? I know all your weaknesses.” His words light the fire in your belly, and you see the mischief in his eyes as the dance comes to a close. 

“Would you join me for a stroll in the gardens, Milady?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Your Majesty?” Sir Bedivere strides over quickly, “there are many ladies who wish to dance with you, my King; you wouldn’t want to insult them.” 

“I need to make sure to give each of the ladies my adequate attention. Isn’t that what you told me, Sir Bedivere?” he grins as the other man nods with a thin line of his lips. “I won’t be alone, don’t worry, Sir Tristan will be my guard.” He looks over at the Knight, who has several ladies of his own to tend to, who nods with great reluctance. “See?” he claps the older man on the shoulder and offers you his elbow. “Milady?” 

You don’t have much choice, taking his elbow and following him over the threshold and into the gardens. Sir Tristan follows several steps behind, and you walk into the sprawling greenery. When you are about halfway in, he turns with a whistle, “Oi, Wet Stick, bugger off for a bit; we need to have a chat.” 

“You know this bird, boss?” he asks with a raise of his brow. 

“Yeah, she’s the one I asked you to bring the invitation to,” you look up at him, alarmed. 

“You invited us? Well, aren’t you just full of surprises,” you huff and walk further into the orchard part of the gardens, far from the prying eyes of the partygoers. 

“Shit,” he follows quickly behind, and you hear Wet Stick snigger and walk off in the other direction. “Wait, darling, please.” 

You whirl around with a finger pushing into his chest, “What game are you trying to play? Find some pretty peasant girl, make her fall in love with you, and then embarrass her in front of all the Nobility in England. Was that your game?” You walk away from him and pace back and forth, “I can’t believe I was so naive to think you cared.” 

“I do!” he reaches for you and holds you by the shoulders to face him, “I do care, love. I didn’t want you to love me because I was a King, I wanted you to love me! Arthur, the man, not the crown. I never lied to you,” you glare at him with a hand gesturing to the crown on top of his head, “okay I neglected one small detail.” 

“One,” you huff out a laugh pushing away his hands, “one small detail?! Arthur, you’re the fucking King of England! I’m only a poor seamstress, with an insufferable widowed mother, who only dreams of becoming a part of the upper class!” You feel the tears swell in your eyes as the truth all comes crashing down on your shoulders; the man you’ve been in love with for months is unreachable; theres’ no way he can marry you. 

“Listen to me,” he reaches for you again and takes three enormous strides pushing your back up against one of the apple trees. “Look at me.” 

Your mind won’t slow down, “what was your goal with having us come tonight? So you could shame me? Show off to the nobility that you are one with the people? Do you fuck every peasant girl you meet?” 

“Listen to me!” he shakes your shoulders, and your eyes widen, looking up to see him. “Listen to me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your own, “there was no game. I saw you in the market ten months ago when I was in the city.” 

“Ten months ago? I’ve only known you for six….”

“I didn’t know how to approach you; I couldn’t just go up to you and say hello I’m the King of bloody England, fancy a pint?” You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, his curving up at the edges. “So I dressed in my old clothes, snuck out of the palace, and started slowly talking to you. Then we went for a walk, and I couldn’t stay away. You’ve bewitched me, love. My love for you is more powerful than the magic of the Mage.” 

“Honest?” you ask quietly with trepidation, “do you mean that Art?” He smiles at the nickname he gave you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“Promise, love. It’s only ever and will only ever be you.” He runs his hand against your cheek, and you lean into his touch, letting yourself breathe for the first time all evening. 

“I love you too, Arthur; I’m in love with you.” His eyes soften as he gazes down at you. 

“We have to go back soon,” he whispers, kissing you softly, “but do you think we got time for?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you smack his arm with a laugh. 

“Is that all you think about?” 

He grins and takes a step back, “turn around,” he whispers with a wink. You turn around slowly, gasping when your hands are pressed further into the tree trunk. “Quiet love, don’t want anyone to hear us do we?” 

He moves quickly, unlacing the top of your corset and peeling the back open, letting it fall to the ground, your breasts sagging with the relief of being free. He palms your breasts, placing rough, scratchy kisses over your exposed shoulders. His hands come around to his waist, and he pushes up several layers of your skirts, reaching for your pulsing heat. He turns you around, and you reach your hands quickly down to palm him through his leather breeches. 

Your hands falter on the fabric, and you look down with wide eyes, “I-I made these,” your voice shakes, “they were commissioned a few weeks ago.” You look up to meet his warm eyes as he nods. 

“I wanted to support you, and you are the best seamstress in the city. Only the best for the King,” he murmurs, almost shy.

“Well then, my King,” his eyes darken, “I will need to show my appreciation.” You tug open the breeches, and he slips them down his thighs, lifting your skirts the rest of the way. 

He fumbles with the layers, and you giggle at the annoyed look on his face. “I swear, when we marry, I demand you just walk around naked at all times. These skirts are ridiculous.” 

You don’t have time to respond, the words caught in your throat, as he lifts you and slides inside with ease. “Fuck, always so wet for me, love,” his hips snap inside you, and his mouth tangles with yours, swallowing your moans. 

“Arthur,” you moan, feeling him stretch you on his majestic royal cock. This is not the first time you’ve fucked, having given Art the apprentice your virginity in the woods several months ago, but this was the first time you’ve fucked Arthur, the king, and he didn’t disappoint. 

“That’s it, love, let me hear you, but only me, don’t want any of them damn nobles to know I already made my choice. That I already fell in love months ago with a beautiful seamstress in the market.” He grunts, and your cunt flutters around his cock with every word. The love between you flowing over with each thrust of his hips. 

“I- ah, I love you, Arthur,” you whimper against his neck, slick with sweat. The air is thick tonight, the incoming storm leaving the air thick and dripping. 

He pulls back to look at you, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips, “I love you, you’re my Queen, always have been.”

You buck your hips against him, cumming with a silent cry, head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrusts three more times, and then you feel him cumming deep inside you, thick and warm it dribbles down the inside of your thighs. He’d never done that before, always pulling out at the last moment. You open your eyes and look at him; his pupils are wide, almost black as he stares at you.

“Now they can’t say anything,” he mumbles, and you furrow your brow. “You may be carrying a little Prince or Princess now; I have to marry you.” 

You grin at what he’s done, his cock still buried inside you. “You’re naughty,” you giggle. 

“I’m naughty?” He asks with a smirk, “your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more so at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” 

“And what’s that?” You shift your hips, and his eyes widen as you tighten around his cock. 

His eyes soften, and he cups your cheek gently, bringing your lips softly to his own. The rub of his beard is rough on your cheek as he moves to your ear, “I’m going to end this party early and show you. I already made my choice a long time ago. But, are you ready?” He pulls back, looking deep into your eyes, “Can you stand by my side and love Arthur the King, as much as you love Art, the apprentice?” 

Your heart catches in your throat, blood roaring in your ears at his words; you lean into his hand warmly and on your cheek and close your eyes. Opening them slowly and looking into the sea of blue, “I love you, all sides of you, that doesn’t change because of a shiny crown and a title.” 

He slowly pulls out, and you whimper as he lowers you back to the ground, pulling down your skirts and fixing your corset. You both work in silence to be presentable again, his eyes bright as he smiles at you, “Then, let’s go,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand, “I think it’s time to announce our engagement.” He snickers as you walk along beside him back towards the party. 

“What are you laughing at?” you chuckle, watching his eyes filled with mirth. 

“Your mother is going to faint,” he laughs beside you. 

You groan and roll your eyes with a laugh, “Good, maybe she will be quiet for a few moments.” 

He booms out a laugh and pulls you close, kissing the top of your head, “oh my love, our life will never be boring.” 

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The Ultimatum

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Wales

Word Count: 1028

Thank you @froggi-mushroom and @maryeve-the-bitch for helping me come up with the cat’s name. 

Arthur had been given an ultimatum: go to therapy or get a pet. He didn’t feel like he needed either, but he had always been a sucker for animals. If getting a pet would get Dylan off his back for a little while, Arthur would be more than happy to get one.

“We’re here,” Dylan cheered as they pulled into the parking lot of Battersea.

Arthur gave an unimpressed look. He may have liked the idea of a pet (and getting Dylan to relax), but he didn’t like the fact he was being forced to do this for his “well-being.” But Arthur’s resistance didn’t seem to affect his brother. The British Isles' stubbornness was just as strong in Dylan as it was in the rest of his siblings, even if Dylan was the last sibling anyone expected to show it. There was no arguing with him when he was like this, so with a sigh, Arthur got out of the car and followed his older brother inside.

As Dylan talked to the receptionist, Arthur’s gaze wandered over to the door leading to the cats. “Dogs or cats?” Dylan asked.

Arthur shrugged. “Whatever you think is best.”

The Welsh man’s smile faltered slightly, but he wrapped an arm around his brother and started leading him towards the dogs. “You like foxes right? Their canines so perhaps a dog would be good for you.” Arthur couldn’t argue with that logic.

But as soon as he entered the room and was greeted by friendly barks and energetic dogs jumping up at the glass to get attention, Arthur felt drained. Though he had always liked dogs and found each one here as cute as the last, the idea of taking one home and all the work and energy he would have to put in to take care of them seemed like too daunting of a task. Dylan, thinking this was just a scheme to get out of the whole pet thing, encouraged Arthur to at least meet a few dogs.

Though meeting the dogs didn’t do anything to convince Arthur that they were the right fit for him, he couldn’t deny he left in a way better mood. Playing and cuddling with the furry balls of energy definitely did wonders. Too bad a dog demanded so much attention.

“Cats then?” Dylan asked, his cheeriness diminishing slightly.

“I guess so…”

Now the cat area was much more to Arthur’s liking. Though some cats meowed for attention as the two brothers passed by, it wasn’t as nearly overbearing as the barking. Many came to greet them at the glass, rubbing against it as if searching for pets. Dylan immediately crouched down, cooing at a small black cat who was actively meowing and pawing at the glass. Arthur smiled ever so slightly at the sight.

While his brother made a new friend, Arthur wandered further down the hall, looking over each cat as he went. As he approached the last few enclosures, he came across a cat laying at the farthest corner of his pen. He looked like a British Shorthair though he was likely a mixed breed, with caramel brown fur. Arthur huffed in amusement at the sight. Looks like he wasn’t the only one not wanting to be here.

“I don’t know if you’d want to see that one,” the woman who had been helping them noted. “He wasn’t the most friendly, to begin with, but he recently lost his brother and seems to dislike people even more now.”

“Him and me both,” Arthur muttered, crouching down to get a better look.

The cat’s ears perked up and twitched at the sound of the humans. He turned his head, an unimpressed look on his face, but as soon as he spotted Arthur, his attitude seemed to change. Hesitantly, he rose from his spot and crept over to the glass. He looked up at Arthur with wide golden eyes. “Well then…” The woman said in awe, “I guess he wants to meet you.”

The woman opened the enclosure, and before she could pick the cat up, he darted over to Arthur. The Brit scooped him up in his arms, the cat clinging to him, paws around his neck rubbing against Arthur’s face.

If anyone noticed how Arthur’s heart melted as the cat cuddled into him, he would say peacetime had made him soft. But the way the small creature clung to him, the knowledge he had been through so much made something stir deep inside Arthur. Comradery. He was certain of it.

“We were worried about him for so long,” the woman went on, “He’s been…He’s been very depressed since his brother’s passing, and that’s not good for cats.”

Arthur’s heart clenched. He pulled the cat closer to him, rubbing his back as he rocked him back and forth. “I’ll take him,” Arthur said without a second thought.

“What?” both the woman and Dylan said in unison.

“I’ll take him,” Arthur said, swallowing the lump in his throat, “Today if I can.”

“Oh of course!” the woman cheered, “I’ll get the paperwork if you’d follow me to the front.”

Throughout the whole process, the cat would not let go of Arthur. When the receptionist tried to take him and put him in a crate, the cat just hissed and dug his claws into Arthur’s shirt. Arthur assured her that he was fine just taking him out like this if that was alright.

“Normally I wouldn’t, but I think this is a special case,” she replied, smiling at the two of them.

Though it was hard to sign the papers with the large ball of fur in his arms, Arthur managed. “What are you going to call him?” Dylan asked as Arthur reached the blank for the name.

“Hmm…” Arthur looked down at the cat in his arms. “Biscuit.” It was a little basic, sure, but his colouring reminded Arthur of biscuits.

“Awww!” Dylan squealed.

After a few minutes of signing, Biscuit was cleared to go home. “Looks like I’m driving again,” Dylan chuckled, scratching Biscuit behind his ears. But Arthur had barely heard him, too lost in the soothing purr of his new baby.