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skay-ali · 3 months ago

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The Magician and the princess

Days passed, and you carried on with your life, balancing your position at court, serving the emperor alongside other magi, and on the other hand, taking care of Philomel, escaping your duties to spend time playing with the little princess.

In your strange new life, spending time with Philomel kept you sane.

You escaped from your life defined by this reality. Even though you already had your own story and destiny, the daughter of a noble family with many illegitimate children, you were also an illegitimate child, born from an adventure, a promising child, possessing a great amount of mana, a puppet for your family, a child who always wanted to please those around her, searching for the love she could never have.

Those vague memories lingered in your head, throughout your childhood and much of your adolescence. Some of them were painful, but at the same time, they weren't. You weren't that little girl. You had your own memories, growing up in a world filled with technology, without magic or fantastic creatures. A world where technology and capitalism predominated, politics were between presidents and ministers, there was no monarchy. Royalty was just a useless role, an image for the people, a role that was almost extinct.

You went to school, graduated, studied at university, and had a family that loved you... you weren't a promising magical girl from a noble family.

So it was a surprise when your "family" wanted to intervene in your life. The same family you hadn't seen in a long time since you were put to work with the castle wizards, according to all your memories.

It was funny to you how they decided to appear now.

Did they want to use you? Do they want you as one of their new pieces on their board? Are they going to take advantage of your position and the fame you gained with your spells?

You saw an adult man and an elderly woman standing before you.

They were talking, their lips moving nonstop, their faces filled with seriousness, lacking kindness, a great darkness surrounded them, everything around them felt oppressive.

You felt their gazes full of reproach, things they judged about your new appearance and way of dressing.

A part of you felt fear, terror, and a lot of anxiety. They had power over you, the old you. On the other hand, the current you felt nothing but annoyance. They were like mosquitoes that decided to fly around you, bothering you, until you squashed them once and for all and ended their existence...

"We followed you to this point, we didn't do it for anything, nothing has changed."

They'd finally reached the part where they discredited you with their many spit-out words.

They expected you to follow them blindly, without objecting, returning a favor they believed you owed them.

"So?" You interrupted the couple before they continued their grand monologue. You crossed your arms, looked straight ahead, and maintained a firm stance, showing no weakness.

"..."

"What an insolent girl. Not only do you act arrogantly, but you also dare to interrupt me." You saw the woman scrunch her face into a grimace as she clenched her hands tightly.

"I really am, aren't I?" You downplayed your actions.

"I think you're forgetting your manners, ____" The neatly dressed man, in clothes that screamed expensive, maintained a more serious demeanor, seemingly intimidating.

You followed his example, also maintaining a serious demeanor, challenging the man to whatever game he was trying to include you in.

But you hesitated. For a moment, the man showed a small smile and triumphant eyes, as if he knew something important, something that brought back a feeling of past fear, along with a past memory of the same situation, a girl terrified by the same look.

"Everything you've achieved, you did so with our influence. Don't try to rebel."

"I refuse..." I interrupted the man before he could continue with his threats.

Yes, you felt fear. The part of you that belongs to this world, or rather, your memories, tells you to give in, follow orders, and everything will be fine. But you won't do that. You're a woman of a modern world, one who survived college and managed to graduate, who didn't fall into an early marriage or motherhood, no matter how attractive it may sound, but rather into the desire for lots of money.

"What did you say?"

"Are you deaf? I'm already old enough. I'm not going to follow their orders, much less an idea that goes against the sun of the empire."

It was time to cut ties with a family that only uses others as pawns, a family where the "pure blood" use others, believing themselves to be the best, where it's not difficult to discard a person like garbage.

Under other circumstances, you would have followed their orders, not for any special reason, just to avoid general inconvenience. It was like giving food to a dog to stop it from barking. Under other circumstances... not this one, not after they want to involve the princess in their games for the power of the empire, using you and the friendship you formed with Philomel, a pure and selfless friendship, the one you took so long to form.

"Now you're not only acting like a rebellious child, but you're also pretending to care about the princess."

"Do they really think I'm stupid? Your friendship with the princess, or any relationship you've created with the girl, I know very well that it was out of self-interest, to get something good out of it."

"I know you very well, always wandering in the shadows, moving slowly, manipulating with extreme care, planning again and again to achieve your whims."

"I admit it, my reputation precedes me," you easily accepted her accusations.

"But judge me... I was just... a child," you spoke again. You weren't going to give her the pleasure of being right, not without first speaking her truth to her face.

"A child who does the impossible to find love, who follows orders without a second thought, all out of an almost desperate need to find warmth and love in a ruthless family," you spat firmly, giving your false relatives a harsh look.

"Anyone in my situation would become a dog, crawling and following orders, for a pat on the head, or even a hug, even a little nickname full of affection."

"But I grew up, and I'm not that child anymore... I think it's time you look for another puppet, although it won't be necessary, at the rate you're going... there won't be any puppets within your reach."

"Their crimes will catch up with them."

You're done here, you've made things clear.

You left the room where they cornered you a few minutes ago. What a waste of time, they ruined your day.

Maybe it sounds narcissistic, but I think the princess is just like your old self from the story, in some ways.

All the more reason to feel the need to take care of her, protect her from bad people, much more so from her supposed father, the emperor.

The room fell silent.

The two figures left inside stared at each other for a moment, their rigid, serious faces showing that nothing had gone as they had hoped.

Golden eyes peering out of one of the windows continued to observe the unfolding scene for a few seconds before turning away.

There was no longer any reason to spy.

He believed he had obtained the necessary information.

"Phil," you ran happily toward the little girl. Seeing her always brought a smile to your face.

You opened your arms as you approached, and the little girl walked a little closer to you.

"You're late," you looked at her, pouting.

"Well... I had to deal with some bugs," you avoided calling the people from a moment ago family. "You saw me, no, finish them off."

"A scene that didn't go unnoticed while I was looking for you for being late."

"You see what I had to go through. How about you give me a hug to comfort me?" You continued to hold your arms open.

You saw the little girl hesitate, and you moved a little closer, but she avoided you. So you played along, chasing her with open arms while the little girl tried to avoid you. It was a fun moment where the two of you smiled with amusement, without worries or annoyances.

You caught the little girl, lowered yourself to her level, and gently hugged her. She smiled. After a few moments, she willingly accepted the hug and wrapped her arms around your body.

Still holding her, you stood up and walked from one place to another. You dragged her along like a stuffed animal. It was time to start her little party.

"Phil, who's your friend?"

You thought you'd spend a quiet day with little Phil, without worrying about the plot, your position as a magician, or even the consequences your family would face for your rebellion.

But it turns out the universe decided to screw you over and send a character straight from the story to your precious party.

The little... blond boy, oh dear, you forgot his noble title. What you clearly remembered was that the boy was Phil's current fiancé.

Your feelings for the boy were complicated. On the one hand, he tried to take advantage of Phil's childish attitude in the past, of course, on the orders of his strict father. On the other, he had his small redemption, as you recall. He began to form a slow but healthy friendship with Phil. That's all you remember.

It's a shame his title and name aren't.

"___, this is Nassar."

You nodded, showing all your attention to the little girl.

She looked adorable in her dress and her hair up, even with her signature loose lock.

"Nassar Avrydon, nice to meet you, miss..."

"Just ___, okay, and the pleasure's mine," you smiled. He was a boy, but you could tell how well-behaved he was.

You felt hands wrap around your arm. When you looked down, you noticed Philomel pressed against you. It was strange because just a few moments ago she'd been sitting next to you.

Well, that was until the girls stood up to welcome Philomel's fiancé.

Ah, you just noticed. Even a little girl is engaged, and you had nothing, not even friends... Your social life sucks, in this world too.

"It would be nice to join us, Young Avrydon." It was clear the boy was excited to see the princess.

But it was strange, because this time Phil wasn't much of a part of the interactions with the blond boy. In the story, she tries to maintain a friendship with Nassar, all so the boy wouldn't hate her and because he was never her fiancé.

Which is silly, because Philomel was the one who made the engagement possible. It's possible the real Princess Ellensa never proposed, perhaps in her adulthood or never, because I could meet another boy or young man in that moment.

"Of course, I'd love to, miss."

You could have stolen that filter she uses, delicate and formal words. Gestures and movements that screamed elegance and nobility.

Your world of informality has truly ruined you. You sat in one of the garden chairs, surrounding a round table with a large umbrella in the center.

It was a hot day, so you indulged yourself by creating frozen desserts you remembered from your world, even a strawberry-flavored slushie.

"Go ahead and enjoy."

You watched the children carefully eat sweets from the table.

Their faces showed great surprise as they tried a bit of what they had, then you watched them lose their surprise and happily devour your desserts.

Such cute children! They happily devoured your treats, carefree, and you felt proud... Wait a minute... two children, dessert, magic... you're supposed to be the witch! It was just like Hansel and Gretel, in some ways.

"These desserts are delicious. I've never tasted anything like this before." Nassar lost the composure he had a moment ago. Sweets are capable of achieving impossible things. You were glad to see him acting like a child; it became uncomfortable for you to see children, young people, and adults acting the same way.

"That's right," you smiled with happiness and tenderness at the sight of their cheeks filled with desserts.

You even noticed the small brain freezes the two children had as they ate so much ice cream so quickly. Their grimaces were amusing.

"And you, Phil, did you like what I made?"

"They're delicious, ___, as always, you're the best." His voice was soft, his lips curled into a small smile.

"Ahhh, how sweet they are, children." You had to cover your face out of embarrassment and emotion at the words the children had spoken to you.

The day was beautiful.

Just you and two small children relaxing in the garden.

No worries.

No threats.

No annoying relatives.

It was a peaceful day.

"Are you a castle wizard?" the boy approached you after exchanging an adorable conversation with Philomel.

You watched them from time to time; the two of you chatted about different things, like books you'd read, noble affairs, politics, although that was rare.

But you also saw them talking about their tastes, what a beautiful day it was, banal, meaningless things that somehow made the moment more enjoyable. You even saw them smile. You couldn't help but join in at times, with quick comments, until the children paid more attention to you.

"Yes, you could say so," you hesitated at his question. They called you a prodigy when you arrived, but then you faced competition that surpassed you. When you realized it, you became mediocre, you even stopped trying. You were left aside long ago, confined to doing work at your desk, surrounded by documents.

Not that you were complaining.

"...."

"Could you say so?" Phil spoke curiously; your words took her by surprise. You watched her rest comfortably on your lap.

Lately, she'd become more affectionate. You weren't quite used to it, but you weren't complaining either.

That's what girls and even boys were like: affectionate, dreamy, full of energy and happiness. Well, they change at some point, but not to become adults out of nowhere; that greatly affects their growth and development. A clear example is young people and adults, crazy for power, people fascinated by studying others, calculating, and unhappy. The manhwas already proved it.

The best thing is love and support, so as not to raise a psychopath or sociopath.

You gently stroked his hair, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, the sun making them shine a little.

"Well, lately I stopped doing fieldwork, and they left me the bureaucratic part of filling out paperwork," you said without interest.

"Is that so?" Nassar spoke again. "I've heard your name before; many have mentioned you as a promising young magician."

"Wow, those words... you make me seem like a great person," you mocked the boy innocently.

"You believe those words? Do you think I'm promising in magic?" You feigned seriousness when you saw the boy.

You watched him remain silent for a moment; he was very thoughtful. Didn't he want to upset you? That was considerate of him.

"Actually, I think she's a promising mage, but with her recent words, I don't know what to think anymore." You saw him play with his hands and a little blush on his cheeks, it seems that you made him nervous.

You should improve your attitude. In this world, you end up creating discomfort instead of security and sympathy.

"Hey, that's very nice of you."

You carefully extended your other free hand and brought it closer to the boy sitting near you. You also stroked his hair, just like you did with Phil.

To your surprise, the boy didn't feel uncomfortable or object; instead, he accepted your display of affection.

"You're a true gentleman."

"Let's keep this a secret." You gave the two boys a knowing look.

"Actually, I am a great magician," you admitted self-centeredly.

"But there are evil people who want to take advantage of my power, which is why I must keep a low profile."

You're a great liar. You saw the children easily believe you.

Well, you weren't lying if there were vile beings trying to use you, but in reality, you were too lazy to work.

Two children were worried when they heard you.

Phil easily understood what you meant; he'd met those people before, and he didn't like them at all.

Now that he's made sure you weren't a threat, he even notices the affection you have for her. She's started to accept you; you've become a part of her life. The possibility that you might move away or be in danger worries Philomel greatly.

Philomel realized over time that she had a huge problem knowing her future. She had a meticulous and calculated plan to avoid it and save herself. Amidst all the desperate reality of her life, having you was the best thing she could have; you became her safe place, even if it's a bit hard for her to accept.

That's why she couldn't afford to let you go.

Nassar was also worried. Ever since Philomel showed a change, he noticed many new things in her. She was calmer, and she confessed that she wanted him to live his life as he pleased.

I never expected to meet you, a castle mage.

I also didn't expect to know that you knew the princess and that she cared deeply for you. Philomel's attitude toward you was different from what he knew now. She was more lively with you, also affectionate, as she had been with him before.

But it only took him an afternoon to get to know you. And a couple of days of small get-togethers for him to warm up to you.

You were a good person, lively, who cared about others. You did so when he appeared out of nowhere uninvited. You had a welcoming attitude.

You accepted him into your small circle, if you could call it that. You invited him again afterward, and again, without stopping.

The few visits became constant. His father was happy when Nassar lied to him, saying he was just going to play with Philomel. He also went to play with you and Phil.

I truly appreciated being able to spend time with the two of you.

It felt good; something in his heart felt fuller, as if a void had been replaced.

When you stroked his head, he was very surprised, but he didn't push you away. It was one of the few moments where someone showed him affection, even with a small gesture. He was desperate to feel it again.

He's beginning to understand why Philomel spends so much time with you and why he speaks so highly of you.

He envied you at first for taking Phil's attention away from him; now that he's met you, he no longer considers you a threat.

You were the only thing he needed, along with Phil.

He couldn't think of anything bad happening to you; he couldn't lose the second person who showed him true love, affection without commitment, a love that controlled him. You never asked him for anything, not as his family.

It was ridiculous for him to entertain this idea... but, lately, he liked deluding himself with the idea that you were his true family.

But that was a secret.

The universe kept bothering you lately.

It wasn't just throwing your true story in your face anymore.

Now it insisted on throwing different characters at you.

You were lucky at first; you met Nassar, Phil's fiancé, a boy in a complicated situation with his family as you recall, and he also had his moment of redemption with the little princess, his first friend or something like that.

Then there was the lady-in-waiting, or butler, who looked after Phil. Although you also forgot her name.

But today... today was the worst.

You met the Emperor's right-hand man.

Not just the ashen-haired count, but also the Emperor himself.

The man who requested an audience with you.

It took a lot of strength to look at him without showing a frown or a look of hatred.

Much more to keep from hurling a thousand insults at him. And you barely entered the small audience.

You prayed to the gods of this universe and yours to take care of you, begged them to give you all the willpower not to kill this bastard.

I don't know if I'm succeeding in creating the little platonic yanderes. But they won't be the only ones. There will be yandere love interests. I'll include them somehow, even if it doesn't take long to introduce them or if it ends disastrously. I'll try it out!

#yandere platonic #philomel the fake #yandere manwha #yandere manhwa x reader

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khaylin27 · 1 year ago

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But Daddy I Love Him

pairing: fernando alonso x stroll reader; lance stroll x sister reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: y/n stroll rebels against her controlling family and falls in love with a certain spaniard.

warnings: some cuss words; toxic family; age gap 42 and 25

author's note: I included some characters from my other fics from this series, Y/N Piastri-Norris and Y/N Wolff. Hope y'all like it!

I forget how the West was won I forget if this was ever fun I just learned these people only raise you to cage you

It was fun traveling around the world with your dad and brother. Your father had raised you and your brother in F1. But once Lance got his big shot in F1, you noticed that your father only raised you to cage you.

When Fernando, the older Spaniard, joined the team, he noticed the way the team and your family would cage you from anything relating the F1. They just wanted you to be there and sit pretty supporting your brother.

You were watching the team work on repairs to Fernando's car. The mechanics were doing stuff wrong but you didn't want to make comments. Your father would get mad if he found out you made comments on the livery instead of doing your actual job of 'sitting still and looking pretty.'

Fernando walks to the garages to see how the progress is going. He notices you watching the mechanics working on his car. He knew you had something to say by the way you looked. "Y/N, any input on the car?" He knew what your situation was with your father and brother, but didn't want to comment on it. Technically it was none of his business since your father was his employer. "I know you have something to say."

You then explain to Fernando and the mechanics about the problems the mechanics were ignoring. Fernando watches you in awe as you explain. "This car needs to be in top shape if you want him to win this weekend." You smile at Fernando and he smiles back at you.

Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best Clutching their pearls, sighing "What a mess" I just learned these people try and save you cause they hate you

It was the Chinese Grand Prix, you and your sister plus her husband were dressed in your Sunday best. If you couldn't race in F1 at least you were going to the paddock in your best looks.

Lance had made contact with Daniel during the safety car period. Scotty, Chloe's husband, was a mess since he's friends with Daniel. "This is a mess," Scotty tells Chloe stressed out about the collision. "I need to go to RB to check if he's okay." Chloe nods an okay before Scotty leaves.

Once the cars went back to the garage, you run in there to check if Lance is okay. Before you can get into the garage, security had politely told you it was a restricted area.

"What do you mean restricted area? I'm family and part of the Aston Martin team." You explain to security.

"Sorry Ms. Stroll but direct orders from your family that you can't come into the garage anymore." Now you were furious. "Who the hell from my family would say that?"

"Your father and brother." You turn around and see that Fernando was standing right there. "Let her come in. She's my guest."

"Are you sure sir?" The security guard asks. Fernando nods yes and the security guard sighs before he lets you in.

"Why would my father and brother do that?" You asked Fernando pissed off of what happened earlier.

"I don't know why they would do that. All I know is these people try and save you cause they hate you." You stop on your tracks confused at what Fernando was saying. You ask Fernando what he meant by that. "Your father says he doesn't want you to race in F1 because he's trying to save you but it's because he knows you're a better driver than Lance. I've seen how you drive in the car and the statistics don't lie Y/N."

They slammed the door on my whole world The one thing I wanted

You were too shocked to even speak. Your father sabotaged your whole F1 career just for Lance.

Before you could even speak, Lance runs up to you and Fernando. "Y/N what are you doing here? Security isn't supposed to let you in."

From there you got angry at your brother so you yell at him. "Yeah security didn't let me because of you and father. You two are assholes."

"Woah Y/N calm down let's not make a scene."

"Make a scene! Lance we've raced together ever since we were little. My dream has always been to be in F1. Father slammed the door on my whole world because you're not a better driver than me." You yell out explaining to Lance.

Fernando notices all the media taking photos of the argument. "Y/N we should go to my paddock room. The race is about to resume." You nod yes to Fernando before saying one last time to Lance.

"I'm tired of watching you race Lance. Wasting a seat for one hell of a driver to replace you." You walk away with Fernando to go watch the race in his paddock room.

f1news TROUBLE WITH THE STROLL SIBLINGS: After the red flag at the Chinese Grand Prix, Y/N Stroll was yelling at her brother with Fernando Alonso there. Witnesses say that Y/N was furious at her brother and father for restricting her access in the Aston Martin garage. This also included Y/N yelling at Lance about their father slamming the door on her dreams to become an F1 driver because she is the better driver than Lance.

user1 GO OFF QUEEN GO TELL THEM THE TRUTH 🗣️

user2 Y/N has always been the better driver than Lance. Lawerence is stupid for not putting her in that seat instead of Lance.

user3 did y'all see how Fernando was on Y/N side 🥹

user4 the perfect comeback for Y/N is to date Fernando. I know that Lance and Lawerence are going to be PISSED!!

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid Tendrils tucked into a woven braid Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all

After the Chinese Grand Prix, you decided to financially separate from your family. You needed to start new. You've been a dutiful daughter all your life because the plans were laid out for you. Once your family didn't let you race in F1, the tendrils of your relationship loosened and became chaos. You grew up precocious about being in F1 and that has never grown off you.

It was the weekend of the Miami Grand Prix. Susie Wolff had pulled some strings for you to let you be in F1 Academy. You were now the driver of Charlotte Tilbury Beauty F1 Academy Team.

yourusername I'm happy to announce that I am now the driver for Charlotte Tilbury Beauty F1 Academy Team. Thank you @/susie_wolff and @/charlottetilbury for giving me the opportunity to inspire so many females around the world. 🏎️💋✨

charlottetilbury darling you're going to be stunning on track 🤩✨

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susie_wolff I'm so happy that you're finally in F1

yourusername its been a long time coming 😉

little_wolff yay I finally have someone to hang out with during f1 academy events 🥰

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chloestroll my little sis finally fulfilling her dreams 🥹

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racerbia so glad we get to race together!!

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fernandoalo_official proud of you bonita pretty ❤️

yourusername 🥰🥰🥰 user1 FERNANDO WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? user2 wait ... are they together?? user3 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

He was chaos, he was revelry Bedroom eyes like a remedy Soon enough the elders had convened Down at the city hall

Fernando had messaged you after your first win in F1 Academy. He had asked if you wanted to celebrate together by going to dinner. You obviously said yes because it was Fernando. Who wouldn't say yes to a hot Spanish driver.

"Congrats on your first win." Fernando greets you before kissing you on the cheek. He had never greeted you that way before you.

"Thank you Nando." You blush before you two order your meals. Once you order your meals you continue the conversation. "I wouldn't have done it without you. If that day didn't happen I don't think I would have left."

Fernando reaches out to your hand over the table. "I'm happy that you left. I missing seeing you in the garage but I couldn't stand the way your family treated you."

"You miss seeing me in the garage?" You ask blushing that Fernando had confessed to you that he missed you.

"Yes, I've always had feelings for you Y/N." You were shocked at what Fernando was confessing to you. "I wanted to tell you but your family had convened. If I ever made a move on you they would punish you." Fernando is still holding your hand.

You smile at Fernando. "Thank you for protecting me when I was there. But they can't punish me now." You give Fernando a passionate kiss after your confession. You knew Fernando was chaos and revelry but his eyes were like a remedy.

"Stay away from her" The saboteurs protested too much Lord knows the words we never heard Just screeching tires and true love

f1news Y/N STROLL CELEBRATING HER FIRST WITH FERNANDO!? Y/N Stroll, Charlotte Tilbury Beauty F1 Academy Driver was seen getting close with Fernando Alonso at dinner. Is Y/N getting back at her brother and father?

user1 YES THE QUEEN IS FINALLY HAPPY!!!

user2 I knew they had something together 🥹

user3 thank god y/n left her family to be in f1 academy and brought alonso with her

****

After a romantic night with Fernando, you woke up with breakfast in bed. "I ordered room service for us, bonita pretty."

"Thank you Nando." You give Fernando a kiss before you start eating. While you're eating, you open your phone and see messages from friends

New Messages

Oscar's Wifey 🧡: OMG YOU AND FERNANDO ARE DATING!!

Little Wolff 🐺: GIRL!!! You need to spill the tea on your new relationship with Fernando ☕️

"Nando." Fernando looks up to you. "How do some of the wags know we're dating?" You show Fernando your messages while he's drinking his coffee.

"It's probably the media. I should've done something small so the media couldn't see us." You could tell that Fernando was anxious that people found out that you two were together.

To calm his nerves, you give him a kiss. "It's okay. They were going to find out anyway."

"Did any of your family text you?" He asks.

"I blocked most of them except for Chloe and Scotty." Fernando's phone goes off and he checks it. It was a message from Lawerence Stroll.

New Message

Lawerence Stroll: Stay away from her

"Don't answer it." You tell Fernando. "I'm a grown lady and I can do whatever I want. We're happy and that's all that matter." You both smile at each other before finishing your breakfast.

yourusername just screeching tires of true love 🏎️💋

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little_wolff you two are too cute 🥹

georgerussell63 you don't think we're cute @/little_wolff 💔 fernandoalo_official you guys remind me of toto and susie too much little_wolff that's what we're trying not to do 💀

mrspianorris I did not see this coming but I'm happy for you guys 🥺

yourusername thank you @/mrspianorris 🥹🫶

lance_stroll really y/n 🤢

user1 lance stroll more like lance sTROLL user2 why can't you be happy and supportive for your sister for once? not everything is about you. 🙄

And now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned Screaming "But Daddy I love him!" I'm having his baby No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

You were in Paris doing media for Charlotte Tilbury. Fernando had tagged along with you since the race wasn't until next week.

"So Y/N, we see that your man is here to support you at the event. How has it been going in your relationship?" A reporter asks as you're walking down the read carpet.

"Our relationship is doing really well." You smile while Fernando is hugging you on the red carpet. "We've known each other for a while and our relationship has grown from there."

"We see that Fernando is very affectionate with you." She smiles before adding. "How did your family react to hearing the news?"

"They found out through the media which isn't ideal but yeah." You give a faint smile. "They can't do anything about it. Fernando has always had feelings for me and it took me leaving my family to find out. I don't care what they think because like Ariel said 'but daddy, I love him.'" Your quote from the little mermaid made the reporter laugh.

"Any upcoming plans for the future?"

"Yes," You smile before continuing. "Fernando and I agreed we would take the next step in our relationship and move in together. We have to because we're having a baby."

The reporter jaw drops before Fernando clears the joke. "She's just joking. We want to move in together so we can spend more time together while we're not racing. Of course we want children together one day, but I know her F1 career is just starting and I want her to focus on that." You smile at Fernando before giving him a kiss.

I'll tell you something right now I'd rather burn my whole life down Than listen to one more second of all this griping and moaning

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fernandoalo_official Mi hermosa dama 😍 my pretty lady

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user1 MOTHER APPROVES user2 I swear Taylor wrote this song about Y/N 😭

lance_stroll you guys disgust me

yourusername @/lance_stroll I'll tell you something rn Lance. I'd rather burn my whole life down. Than listen to one more second of all this griping and moaning. user3 YOU GO TELL HIM GIRL user4 Y/N FINALLY CLAPPING BACK AT LANCE 👏

God save the most judgmental creeps Who say they want what's best for me Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see

It was the weekend of the Canadian Grand Prix, your sister and Scotty had asked you to come to the race to spend time with you. You tried saying no but it was your older sister and you couldn't say no. At least you could support Fernando this weekend.

Since Fernando was racing at this moment, you walked by yourself to the Aston Martin paddock. From there you saw your sister and Scotty.

"Ahh you're here!" Chloe runs up to you and gives you a big hug. You haven't physically seen Chloe since the Chinese Grand Prix. "I thought you weren't going to come."

"Well you are my older sister so I couldn't say no." You laugh before Scotty comes up to you for a hug.

"So glad you're here sucker." Scotty says in his Australian accent. "We have exciting news to tell you." You were confused before your sister takes out a small Aston Martin jersey.

"We're having a baby!"

"Oh my god! Congratulations you guys." You say before giving them a big hug. "I'm so happy for you guys!"

Your moment of happiness with your sister and brother-in-law cut short as Lance and your father come in. "Y/N what are you doing here?" Your father asks.

"I invited her this weekend to tell her about the baby." Chloe says happily before adding. "It would also be great for her to support her man." You smile at your sister.

Your smile went away as your dad starts to talk. "You shouldn't be with Fernando."

"And why is that? I'm a grown lady." You answer back.

"We want what's best for you Y/N. Fernando is an old playboy driver who will just break your heart." Your father admits to you.

You were tired of your father and Lance treating you this way. You're a grown woman who can make her own choices. "I'm so tired of you two telling me what to do with my life. I sanctimoniously perform soliloquies to you two my whole life. I never noticed until Fernando showed me how you guys truly are."

Thinking it can change the beat Of my heart when he touches me And counteract the chemistry And undo the destiny

"We do that because we love you," Lance says.

"You think you 'love' me Lance," You scoff at Lance's words. "I never knew love until my heart beat changed for Fernando. The chemistry we have undid everything you guys put me through. It lead me to the destiny I have today."

You ain't gotta pray for me Me and my wild boy And all this wild joy If all you want is gray for me Then it's just white noise And it's just my choice

"I pray that you're not making a mistake." Your father adds before grabbing the door handle.

"You ain't gotta pray for me. Me and my wild boy are happy. I'm finally happy now that I have my wild joy." Your wild joy was finally being in F1.

"If all you want is gray for me. Then it's just going to be white noise for you." You laugh before adding. "I finally did the one thing you two caged me from. I'm finally an F1 driver."

Your father and Lance don't say anything and leave. It didn't matter what they think. You were happy with the choices you made.

"I'm happy that you stood up to them Y/N," Chloe says before giving you a hug. Scotty joins the hug as well.

"Thank you guys."

There's a lot of people in town that I Bestow upon my fakest smiles Scandal does funny things to pride But brings lovers closer

f1news SCANDAL DOES FUNNY THINGS TO PRIDE BUT BRINGS LOVERS CLOSER: We know Y/N for the fakest smiles while staying in the sidelines of her brother. But reportedly Y/N spoke out to her father and brother about the way she's been treated for years and how she's "never felt love until Fernando came into the picture."

user1 @/f1news the taylor swift lyric!!!

user2 they're literally brother's teammate x forbidden love troupe

user3 so glad the media to finally addressing the way the Stroll men have treated Y/N.

We came back when the heat died down Went to my parents and they came around All the wine moms are still holding out But it's over.

The next time you went to Aston Martin in Barcelona. Since you were racing in F1 Academy that weekend, you didn't see Fernando until late every night. Once you won first place in the race, you had rushed back to your hotel room to get ready for Fernando's race. You couldn't miss this race since it was his home race.

As you scan your paddock badge, you see that your brother was at the entrance. You try your best to not get his attention but you were too late. "Y/N!" You don't turn to look at him. You needed to get to Fernando and support him.

As you're speed walking to Fernando's garage, Lance stops you. "Y/N I've been yelling your name."

"Okay, and?" You say before you start walking again.

"Y/N I want to apologize for how me and dad have been treating you your whole life. I know it wasn't right. It should be you in my seat instead of me." You were shocked at what Lance was saying. "These past few months have been hell without you. I miss seeing you around the paddock supporting me and Fernando."

A smile creeps up to your face as Lance adds Fernando to his sentence. "You finally address my boyfriend."

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, I was mad that you left Aston Martin and instead of supporting you getting into F1 Academy I publicly slandered you for your relationship with Fernando. I'm sorry for being a asshole."

"You've been an asshole most of your life Lance." You both laugh at your comment. "But thank you for the apology. Does this mean you approve of Fernando?"

He gives you a big hug before you says, "Yes, I don't want to lose you again." You give him a big hug before he has to leave for the race.

Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun and Even my daddy just loves him I'm his lady, and oh my God You should see your faces

yourusername now i'm dancing in my dress in the sun and even my daddy just loves him ☀️💚✨

tagged fernandoalo_official

fernandoalo_official glad your dad finally approved of us ��

little_wolff @/yourusername what did fernando have to do to get your father's approval? 💀 yourusername he had to extend his contract to get on my father's good side ☺️ i'm his lady so of course he did it. he loves me 🥰

lance_stroll you guys are too lovey dovey for me 🤢

mariloublg_ let your sister be happy for once babe 😭 yourusername yeah what my sister in law said 😼 pls marry her already 🤗

user1 finally the stroll family is getting along 🥺💚

tagged: @omgsuperstarg @splaterparty0-0 @2pagenumb @c-losur3

#f1 #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso #aston martin f1 #fa14 #fa14 x reader #fa14 imagine #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #ls18 #ls18 x reader

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slaytheusurper · 11 months ago

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⭑ Colder than snow ⭑

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Pairing: Robb Stark x Greyjoy!Bsf!Reader

A/N: Lost the ask so can't tag the person who requested it. Also I love Catelyn but in this fic she is a little mean.

Request: Yes

Summary: Growing up in Winterfell as a hostage was difficult, luckily Robb took you in but years later your friendship threatens to break when tensions rise and you have been planned to send away.

Warnings: Fluff and Angst. Heated arguments. Making out and angry Robb.

Word count: 1.8k

Growing up in Winterfell with your half brother Theon was hard on a little girl’s mind. Being a year younger than Theon meant he always told you what to do, you had a close bond with him, despite him acting like a cunt sometimes but he cared for you. As the bastard daughter of Balon Greyjoy you were captured along with Theon by the Starks. Sadly both Sansa and Arya wanted nothing to do with you.

But when you first met Robb he was kind, well mannered and handsome. He took you and Theon in and made sure you were treated well. This obviously made you develop certain affections for him. Of course you knew he was to marry a high born lady, as he was to inherit Winterfell. You always thought he had no interest in you, oh how wrong you were. Most people of Winterfell still didn’t see you as part of them but Robb saw you differently. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever met, and an even more courageous and humorous personality. He had always felt captivated by you.

Born from salt and sea even though your mother was a servant at Pyke he still thought highly of you. For years you had to prove your worth, so you trained with the sword, practised bow and arrow and rode a horse like no other man in Winterfell. As time passed the two of you grew very close, attached at the hip and unable to separate, you were the best of friends.

Snowflakes cluttered your hair, boots cracked the snow underneath your feet as you made your way to the godswood. Lately Theon had been acting even worse than usual and he started to get on your nerves. Sometimes you could strangle him. Not only that, but Catelyn Stark had been colder to you than ever. You could relate to Jon on that matter but he never really wanted to talk to you about it, preferring you as a sparring partner and keeping to polite greetings. You heard the whispers around Winterfell, Catelyn Stark was seeking to marry you off.

She had never liked you, or Theon, but at least he served purpose as squire and could become a knight one day. But what purpose did you have? In truth she was afraid, afraid of the way Robb, her favourite son, looked at you. She needed you to leave, so she could find a proper match for the future Warden of the North. A Greyjoy as the Lady of Winterfell? The very daughter of the man who rebelled against her family? She couldn’t think of anything worse. But whispers travelled by wind and anyone who went outside could catch them.

You stared up at the bright red leaves of the tree, your people, or former people, might’ve believed in the Drowned God but you were pulled in as a little girl by the Old Gods. You found solace in them, and in the Godswood. It was always so peaceful, so quiet. You didn’t feel like a burden here. You felt annoyed and angry at everyone. Robb has been busy lately, leaving with his father to visit other houses in the north. Or visiting the Wall. Loneliness wasn’t a thing you were used to. And missed Yara, she always defended you, spoke up for you. The big sister you needed. But you hadn’t seen her in years.

And lately, loneliness was the only thing you felt. Deep in thought, the cracking of snow didn’t reach your ears until he stood right behind you. “You weren’t in the training yard, or at the gates to greet me like usual.” Robb’s low and honeyed voice spoke up. He was honestly the last person you wanted to see right now. You felt overstimulated and stuck in a routine of worrying, anxiety and more worrying. “What are you trying to say?” You didn’t even face him while answering. “That something is off about you, we have been off.” He said as he walked in front of you. If you weren’t going to turn to him, he would turn to you.

“You look upset. What’s wrong?” Robb continued. Although you were clearly not in the mood to talk. “I wish you had never befriended me.” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. “I’m sorry?” Robb asked, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. He was very confused. Clearly he had no clue about his mother’s plans. “Are you really this thick? You have no clue what is happening do you?” You finally looked him in the eye. Tears welling as you took in his beautiful face. He had been growing his beard lately and he looked even more handsome, more grown, more suited to be married off to anyone but you.

“I- No what? I just came back from Karhold. My father wanted to speak personally to Rickard Karstark about the renovations there I- I don’t know what is happening.” He sounded so confused and so worried. “Well maybe ask your mother, since she is behind all this.” You snapped. Did he just not care? Of course not, you were just a friend, nothing more. “My mother? What the fuck are you talking about?” He was growing more upset by the minute. “She wants me gone, I don’t know why. Maybe she just doesn’t like me. She probably never has.” You looked back at the huge tree in front of you.

Robb stepped closer, grabbing your arm. You pulled away. If you had to leave, you would leave as distant as possible from him. It would hurt less, hopefully. “I didn’t have to take you in, I didn’t have to befriend you but it just happened. How could you possibly hate me for that? After all I’ve done for you!” His voice got louder each word he spoke, he grew angry at your behaviour. How was this his fault?

“Well you shouldn’t have! It would make leaving less painful!” You yelled back. “Don’t do this, don’t rush into goodbyes when I haven’t even spoken to my mother yet. Let alone my father. He would never just turn you away! You know he has a soft spot for you. Please, don’t give up.” He begged, Robb Stark never begged. But he would beg for you, he would do anything to keep you at his side. You didn’t say anything. Robb sighed and left you to your thoughts. Apparently the first thing he would be doing back at Winterfell would be picking a fight with his mother.

Lady Stark was sowing a beautiful red leaf pattern on one of Rickon’s shirts. Arya and Sansa at both her sides, trying to mimic her movements on their own pieces of fabric. Since tensions had risen at Winterfell, Catelyn thought it would be good to spend some time with her daughters to distract her from all the ruckus. But the peace was soon disturbed when her eldest son burst open the door. She knew why he was here, and she dreaded the conversation to come.

“Leave. Both of you.” His voice was cold and demanding. He sounded like his father. Both the girls dumped the fabric on the table and hurriedly left the room. When the door closed behind them only then did he speak again. “What is this I hear about marrying her off.” Catelyn sighed and put the shirt down on her lap. “Robb. Please, it would be best for the girl. She is getting older and has no place here.” She began but got cut off by Robb’s booming voice. “She has a place! By my side! The place where she has always been and where she always will be!” Catelyn knew she would get a reaction from him, but him starting to admit that he wanted her to be by his side? Always? Was new. “I might not have seen before but you have woken me up from this woolly dream. It is her. It always has been her. And she will stay by my side.” Robb didn’t even give his mother a chance to speak when he already turned on his heel and left the room.

Hours went by but Robb could not find you. He had now even sent men out and spoke to his father about his worries. He needed to speak to you, to confess his love. Before it was too late. Panic grew as the men returned at the hour of the bat, still no sign of you. Where could you have gone? Where could you have so easily disappeared? Where the fuck where y- Of course, how did he not think of it. When you were children you found this little shed, overgrown by nature and well hidden but he still knew the markings on the trees to follow. It was the only place where you could’ve gone.

Leaving with just Grey Wind and a lantern. Holding one of your tunics, Grey Wind followed the exact path you took as children to your secret hide out. He was right. He could see the place had been disturbed but still well hidden and unbeknownst to his men. Grey Wind sat outside as he stepped foot into the shed. There you were, sat in the corner with some books stolen from Winterfell’s library. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Robb smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back, deep down it felt good, comforting, that he would still look for you. Even after your fight. He walked over and sat down next to you.

Robb tapped his foot awkwardly on the floor, he knew the words. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell you but he was scared. Deep down he knew you loved him but he couldn’t be sure. “I really don’t want to lose you.” You started, closing the book and putting it on the pile next to you. “You won’t, I’ll make sure of that.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and smiled. Noticing all the little details that made you so beautiful. “It’s you. It's always been you.” You turned to him, lips slightly parted. Is he- confessing right now? “I love you. I won't let anyone take you away from me and you are-” He rambled but got cut off. You pressed your lips to his. The realisation of what you had done settled in and you quickly pulled back.

But Robb gave you no time to answer as he pulled you back in by your jaw. Your lips started moving back against him. Hands on his face and his arms around your waist. The kiss grew hungry and desperate. The cabin got hot as your lips moved hungrily against each other. His tongue softly grazed your bottom lip, allowing him in, he moved his tongue against yours. Both your short breaths and kissing sounds filling the cabin. He pulled back suddenly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He grinned. You pressed your face in his neck, holding him close. “Me too.”

#game of thrones #robb stark x reader #robb stark #robb stark and best friend reader #theon greyjoy

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icyg4l · 1 year ago

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PAC: How to Improve Your Relationship With Your Mother Figure

Hello beautiful people. Today is Mother’s Day and I want to wish all of the mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day. Whether your mother is alive, dead or far away, I want to dedicate this reading to those who wish to have better relationships with their mothers. You don’t have to have a strained relationship with your mother to relate to this topic. You could simply just want to keep the bond that you have already. And lastly, I want to dedicate this Mother’s Day to the mothers in Haiti, Congo, Palestine, Sudan, Tigray and unfortunately many more. If you have any crowdfunding links that need to be boosted/donated to regarding mothers/families in these countries, please do not hesitate to direct me to them. Without further ado, please select the photo that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (Pile 1-6)

Pile One: I feel like this pile has a close relationship with their mother overall. You seem to be at peace with where you are with her, but things could get even better. I feel like something that could help you and your mother get along even more is helping her around the house. She likes for the floors to be swept and mopped, towels to be folded, dishes to be washed. Your mother may be a neat freak but it’s nothing that can’t be taken care of. I also feel like buying your mother things that she would use on a daily basis could be something that improves your relationship. For example, if your mother really likes makeup, get her a lip gloss set. If she likes flowers, buy her a vase and some flowers so that she can smell the roses. It’s the thought that counts. And lastly, I feel like making your mom look good is going to improve your relationship. Not only does being a good representation of her name make her look good, but actually adding onto her beauty will strengthen your relationship. If you’re into makeup, do your mom’s makeup. If you’re into hair, do her hair. If she wants a new pair of shoes, get her that pair of shoes. This is only if you’re able to though. Don’t break the bank trying to please your mama.

If your mother is not here on this Earth, then please go all out with her grave. She wants you to decorate her grave/headstone with flowers. Clean the headstone. Wear her necklaces, bracelets and adornments. She wants you to talk about her highly. She wants you to not forget where you came from. You are wise and positive, so please continue to do what you do. Just because she is gone does not mean anything should change. She wants you to listen to your gut. If you have a little sibling, please don’t let them do anything stupid even though they can be prideful. I feel like she’s very big on morals and discipline so don’t think she isn’t clocking you from the afterlife because she is. Lastly, please speak of yourself highly. You have half of her genes and she does not appreciate it when you disrespect the physical features that you two share. Have some respect for those who have come before you.

Cards Used: Queen of Cups, Justice, The Star, 6 of Wands, The Magician, Ace of Discs.

extras: joanne the scammer. 2016 era of youtube. mother-daughter days. only child. donuts.

Pile Two: I feel like you all have a tumultuous relationship with your mother. It feels like you’re a rebel and you do not like to follow the rules. You and your mother could never see eye-to-eye once you turned a certain age. Perhaps, it was around age 12? I feel like you and your mother need to consider counseling. It would help a lot to have a mediator with the two of you. This energy is like an episode of Maury or Steve Wilkos. I think that you may be LGBTQ+ as well. Your mother may not completely accept this part of you. Now usually, I am against the whole “They’re from a different time stance” but your mom feels out of reach to you. I am literally seeing two people on opposite sides of a grassy land. One person is reaching for the other but the other person is minding their business. She wants to understand you but her bossiness can get in the way. I say to just be patient with her. I feel like one thing that you can do is invite her to a place that you frequent often for fun just so she can get a taste of what you do everyday. I am channeling this movie called ‘The Aggressives’. One of the mascs’ mother was so convinced that she would end up with a man but that obviously wasn’t the case. By the end, she just ended up accepting her daughter for who she is. You two are definitely on opposite sides of the spectrum. I feel like another thing that you could do is play video games with her, which is weird? This can help build teamwork amongst you two, thus forming a better bond in the end.

If your mother is deceased, I feel like you should be taking more risks. Stop giving a fuck about the rules and just live your life. There is nothing wrong with changing up your routine. Your mother could have been a rebel or even someone who led a revolution. Your mother wants you to walk away from what you once knew. Deep inside, you are someone who is capable of making great changes just as she did. I feel like your mother just wants you to embrace the inner youth inside of you. You’re too rigid. It’s affecting the way that you live. You have too much couth. It’s okay to play and let loose a little bit. She will still love you just the same as she did when she was alive if you change. Overall, embrace change babe! Dye your hair a different color. Take a spontaneous trip. Go to that concert. Please just do something! Get out of freeze mode!

Cards Used: The Fool, 6 of Swords, The Hermit (RX), 5 of Swords, Queen of Swords, 7 of Discs, Wheel of Fortune, The Hierophant (RX).

extras: minor headaches. igor (2019). odd future fan. beast. the bear (2022). absent father.

Pile Three: I feel like you have this certain image of your mother in your head. You think that she is perfect but she is not, my dear. There are certain things that she has been through/experienced that she hasn’t even told you about. You do not know her the way you think you do. She has stories for days. She is not an angel. I feel like you need to get to know your mother. She is an interesting character. Ask her about her life story. Ask her about the experiences that have shaped her into the woman that she is today. You need to take her off of the pedestal that you have put her on. Take a step into reality, boo. I think that doing stuff like going out by the water or going fishing will help you guys bond to understand each other better. Yes, she used to change your diapers but if someone walked up to you and asked what your mother figure’s favorite color was, would you be able to answer it? It’s time to change that. I feel like traveling with your mother, whether it’s a road trip or by plane will help as well. I am channeling the movie Tammy (2014) with Melissa McCarthy. I recommend you watch this movie. Don’t underestimate your mother anymore!

If your mother is deceased, I feel like she wants you to know that she looks back on memories between the two of you fondly. I think she may have passed when you were too young to remember or it was before you hit puberty. You should ask the people who knew her best about what she was like, how she felt about motherhood, how she felt about you, etc. She does not regret anything in her lifetime. That says a lot about how she lived her life. If you have access to these, find any diaries, photos, old clothes, etc and put them in a place where no one can find them. If you find some old clothes, wear them and don’t let anyone else do that. Your mother wants you to be on the straight and narrow path though. Even though you may not know her like the back of your hand, she’s been watching you grow into the person that you are today from a place that you cannot see. But she will not judge if you stray away from this path, she understands what it’s like to be young and dumb. Overall, your mother just wants what is best for you.

Cards Used: 6 of Swords, Temperance, 3 of Wands, 7 of Swords (RX), King of Cups.

extras: beaver. morehouse college. air out your grievances. gummy bear song. sepia filter.

Pile Four: Stop hanging out with your significant other so much! You need to learn how to balance between familial obligations and romantic obligations. I feel like this is really the only thing that is getting in between you and your mother’s relationship. I feel like this pile listens to Jhene Aiko a lot. I am channeling Never Call Me. I think your mom would show up to your s/o’s house unannounced with a bunch of people behind her if you don’t keep in contact with her regularly. She does not play about you at all. It’s not really an overbearing thing. I think she just doesn’t want you to go down the path that she went down with your father. So speak up or face the consequences, love. I also think that you should hear her out when it comes to certain advice especially if it has something to do with a car. Maybe you let your s/o borrow your car too much or you let your car battery almost die or something? In this case, mother knows best. She’s not a chip on your shoulder. Just listen!

If your mother is deceased, I feel like she may have died around the same time as your father figure. She also could have died at the same time as your father figure. Your father could have been the reason she died. She wants you to be independent. Learn how to change your own tires. Take up some gym classes/self-defense classes. Don’t be willfully clueless. She also wants you to not be anyone’s ride or die. This may be the reason why she passed away. I feel like you’ve heard countless versions of how your mother chose to live her life, it isn’t completely true. Don’t believe the hype. One day, you will come across the full story. Definitely be single until you are ready to marry. Your mother could have been rushed to marry. She does not want to see you get taken advantage of like she was. Don’t hesitate to dedicate an altar to her. She wants to talk to you. She may have even popped up in your dreams before.

Cards Used: 6 of Discs (RX), Ace of Swords, 2 of Wands, The High Priestess, The Devil, Two of Cups, Queen of Wands.

extras: gang culture. setup. grooming. pirates. shoddy apartment. purple bandana.

Pile Five: Have you ever considered getting plastic surgery so that you would look different from your mother? I am specifically getting an eyelift, nose job, butt implants, etc. I am channeling the energy of Blac Chyna and Tokyo Toni. I think that you and your mom have a toxic relationship. One day you’re good. The next day you’re fighting to be heard by her. You two could have physically fought before. What I am hearing is “Everyone has a story”. I feel like your guides want you to take into consideration her backstory. Get a little psychological here. Why does she act the way that she acts? Was she abandoned as a child? How does this play into how she treats you now? I am seeing a therapist writing in their notebook as we speak. I feel like she operates out of a lack mindset and you have outgrown that. I think that there was some type of falling out between her and your father figure. Maybe she was the side chick? Maybe she was taken advantage of at a young age? Maybe it was both. Honestly, this pile is very different from the others. You are being asked to pour into yourself. You need to put your foot down and let her know that you will be choosing the higher road. She will respect you more if you do that. I also think that you just simply need to start taking more time for yourself. You do not exist to be your mother’s punching bag. You are a human being. This pile is very different. You need to protect your peace babe.

If your mother is deceased, I feel like you guys could have argued before she died. I think that she was warning you about a particular behavior. Maybe she was telling you not to follow in your father’s footsteps and you chose not to listen. Maybe you snuck off somewhere you weren’t supposed to? Your mother did not want to control you. She just had some feelings about the choices you were making. But you make the bed that you lay in so there’s nothing that she could have done about it. I feel like you need to forgive yourself. Free yourself of the burden of your mother’s death. You cannot control fate. You need to learn how to accept certain circumstances for what they are. You can change the present moment and make things right today! It’s all about what you choose to do. No matter what though, your mother still has love for you. She forgave you a long time ago, almost as soon as she transitioned. It’s time for you to make peace with yourself, love. Take control of your future and accountability for your actions (or lack thereof).

Cards Used: The Emperor, 9 of Cups, Prince of Discs, The Moon, 5 of Wands, Ace of Cups, 7 of Swords, Judgment, The High Priestess.

extras: living vicariously. narcissist. getting high. sobbing uncontrollably. asthma attack. ambush.

Pile Six: You are not a child anymore, Pile Six. Your mother is willing to talk to you about uncomfortable topics now. You’re an adult. Treat yourself as such. I think that drinking wine with your mother and having a conversation will help you guys get along better. Day drinking, wine tasting, etc will help you guys bond in a more mature way. I feel like you and your mom could be friends if you were not mother and child. You have to see the world through an adult’s eyes now. I feel like gossiping with your mom can be beneficial for your relationship, especially if it’s about old family tea. You can be in the know now, lol. I also think that paying for dinner/lunch could be a great way to prove your maturity. Honestly, your mom just wants you to grow up. You’re there but not quite. Be the butterfly that you’re meant to be. Lowkey, you might want to start saving to move out. She’s not going to kick you out or anything but you’re going to start feeling differently about the environment that you’re in.

If your mother is deceased, please keep her updated on the latest family/friend drama lol. I feel like your mother may have had a boyfriend before she passed. I don’t know if he moved on or not but she approves of the lady he’s with now. Your mother could have had problems with conceiving/conceived at a young age. This plays into why she treated you like gold. You guys could have acted more like siblings rather than mother and child. It’s also possible that your mother could have passed at a young age (you could actually be older than your mother right now). Whatever the case may be, I feel like she wants you to finish the path that she was set to be on. Continue to honor her legacy. She could have been on the way to pursuing a degree, you should do the same but actually complete the journey. I am channeling the energy of Whitney Houston. Your mother is very animated to be honest. She wants you to embrace that energy/side of yourself. It’s in you, lol. And lastly, don’t try to hide being your mother’s child. You don’t have to be exactly like her but you are her partially. You are your own person but you just so happen to take after her mannerisms, looks, etc lol. There is nothing wrong with that. Don’t fight it.

Cards Used: Queen of Discs, The Sun, 6 of Cups (RX), Princess of Discs (RX), 3 of Cups, The Lovers.

extras: esperanza/hope. j. cole. popeye spinach. t-boz. slow jamz. 2004-2005. senior in college.

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padawan-snack-packer · 2 months ago

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Could you please do a friendship bracelets with the rebels characters?🥹 (If not that's cool just thought I'd ask I love your writing so much😭)

YES @holi654 I ABSOLUTELY CAN and also I LOVE REBELS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW 🥹😭💕 (Ezrabine shippers RISE—we are eating today). Let’s talk found family in space, let’s talk emotionally constipated Ghost crew, let’s talk friendship bracelets and feelings and chaos-

Here you are, the chaos goblin with a beading kit and a dream—handing out custom-made bracelets like you’re singlehandedly rebuilding the Resistance one glittery string at a time. The crew reacts as follows:

🌈 EZRA BRIDGER You give him a bright blue and orange bracelet with chunky letters that say “SPACE CRAB 🦀💫” and he just beams. “Is this because of Lothal?? Wait. Are we best friends now?? Can I make you one??” Absolutely makes you a return bracelet. It’s tangled. The colors are fighting. It says “JEDI SWAG.” You treasure it like gold. Starts making them for everyone. Wears yours all the time. Gives Sabine one that says “COOLEST ART NERD 💖” and plays it off all cool like “Whatever, it’s no big deal” while trying not to explode.

🌈 SABINE WREN You give her a sleek black, purple, and green bracelet with little paint splatter beads and it says “💣 ART BOMB 💣” She laughs so hard you actually worry she's going to fall backwards and she immediately makes you one back that’s somehow professionally crafted and color-coded like it came from a Mandalorian bead forge. Casually wears yours on her boot. Never mentions it. But touches it before missions. Saves Ezra’s bracelet in her paint kit. “For inspiration.” Sure, Sabine.

🌈 KANAN JARRUS You hand him a chill earth-tone bracelet with a crystal bead and the word “SPACE DAD.” He just sighs deeply. “…Did Hera put you up to this?” Nope. All you. He softens. Puts it on like it’s a solemn Jedi vow. Pretends it’s no big deal. Teaches you how to make knots that hold “even in battle.” Gives you that “proud dad” nod when he sees you wearing yours. You melt.

🌈 HERA SYNDULLA You give her a gorgeous green, orange, and gold piece with flight-themed beads and the phrase “💚 MOM OF THE GHOST 💚” She actually hugs you. You know the one, the one that makes you feel like you can now conquer the Galaxy. “This is so thoughtful, thank you.” Displays it proudly on her lekku when she’s flying. Secretly considers it good luck. Definitely starts a small collection. She attaches the ones Sabine and Ezra are making her in the cockpit like they're air fresheners. Keeps trying to pretend she’s “too busy” for craft night but always shows up with snacks and the best bead selection.

🌈 CHOPPER You make one. You put it on him. It says “SASSY METAL CHAOS.” He throws it at a wall. You tape it back on. He pretends to hate it. …You catch him repositioning it so it shows up better in mission footage. Later adds a second bracelet made of parts he scavenged. It spells “💥 KILL 💥” in red and black beads. You accept it with a formal bow.

🌈 ZEB ORRELIOS You give him a chunky purple and gold one with spiky texture beads and the phrase “HONORABLE HIMBO.” He looks at it. Squints. Grunts. “Fine. I’ll wear it. But if Ezra says anything, I’m chuckin’ him out the airlock.” Definitely wears it on his bicep like a war trophy. Secretly touched. Picks you up in a bear hug whenever you make new ones. “You’re alright, kid.”

🌈 CALLUS (Post-Redemption Arc) You nervously offer a sleek, dark-toned bracelet that says “HOT EX-IMPERIAL” in tiny silver beads. He blinks. “…I suppose I deserve that.” Wears it with quiet pride. Hera teases him about it. Zeb won’t stop grinning. Later gives you one in return. It’s neat, well-balanced, and says “HOPE” in Aurebesh. You sob.

🌈 HONDO OHHNAKA You hand him a sparkly gold and red bracelet that says “LEGAL-ISH BUSINESSMAN.” He gasps. “You understand me so well!” Immediately makes you one with beads shaped like credits and a tiny skull. It says “BEST INVESTMENT.” You are now business partners. You don’t remember agreeing to that. It’s fine.

🌌 BONUS – SABEZRA SHIPPER MOMENT 🌌

You give Ezra and Sabine matching bracelets that say “STAR TWINS 💫” — because you’re a menace who loves chaos and you ship them harder than the Ghost jumps to hyperspace.

They both go weirdly quiet.

Ezra: “Star… twins?” Sabine: “Twins?” You: “Yup 😊😊” Ezra: “…like, siblings?” You: “✨Metaphor✨” Sabine: “Is it though.”

They both wear the bracelets anyway. But suddenly Ezra is walking around like he’s just been emotionally stabbed. Sabine? Acting totally normal. Calm. Cool. Untouchable.

…Until Ezra tries to casually “lose” his bracelet during a mission and she immediately throws him a replacement. It’s even prettier. Says “NOT MY BROTHER 😘” in Mandalorian script. You die laughing.

Ezra turns beet red. Kanan: sighs in Jedi Dad™ Hera: “I’m just saying, they’ve got chemistry.” Chopper: [plays wedding march sarcastically]

And now Sabine starts making new bracelets for Ezra weekly. One day it’s “BLUE EYES 💙” next it’s “NERF HERDER 💥” Ezra wears them all. Like trophies. Like love letters. One says “💖 Property of Mandalore 💖” and Zeb just loses it.

Eventually, Ezra gives her one back. It says: “WRATH OF THE SUN 💘”

She wears it on her glove. In battle. On purpose. No one says a word. But you all know.

Conclusion: You have infected the Rebellion with glitter, love, and aggressive emotional intimacy. Sabine makes bracelets with secret codes. Ezra hoards them like they’re sacred. The Ghost crew is held together by beads and vibes. The Empire fears your power. As they should 💖

#star wars #sw rebels #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #ezrabine #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #star wars rebels #ghost crew #star wars fanfic #agent kallus #swr #zeb #rebel kallus #zeb orrelios #star wars headcanons #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction

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rivatar · 1 year ago

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First ever post!! 🫶🏼

Hey y’all!! I’m wanting to start writing Avatar fics, mainly smut (lol). Please don’t be too harsh but I’m open for suggestions and tell me what you think!! I don’t really know what I’m doing haha. And also I wanna start doing requests so lmk!

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Pairing: Dilf¡Jake Sully x omatikaya reader (22)

Warnings: MDNI 🛑, SMUT, age gap, getting caught in the act, p in v, cursing, dirty talk, virgin reader, i think that’s it?

Synopsis: you’re urged to ask your best friend Neteyam to be your mate since the pairing seems beneficial, he denies you and his dad shows you what you deserve ;). Porn with plot.

Word count: 2.6k

Next part!

You were Neteyam’s best friend ever since childhood. For as long as you can remember, you and him were attached at the hip practically. Born on the same year and the first child to your families, you two had a lot in common that resulted in a very close bond. You could tell him anything and he could tell you anything. It was nice having someone to relate to who also happened to be funny, smart, talented, and charming. You’ve always loved Neteyam and he loved you, as friends.

However, as time went on and the two of you grew up, expectations became harsher and duties were falling in line. You’re now both 22 and things have changed now that you’re adults. Taking responsibility in the Omatikaya clan is a right of passage, it’s about showing that you now agree to give your all to the people around you just like all Na’vi are expected to do once they reach a certain age.

Neteyam is going to be the next Olo’eyktan, the most important duty of all along with the Tsahik. You were decently good at hunting and could hold your own, but you were also best friends with Kiri and spent many hours with her and Moat, learning healing skills.

You always knew Neteyam would have to chose a mate once the time came, but you never thought much about it and you were both platonic and never looked at him in a romantic way. You know he didn’t look at you that way either. But once you both turned 21, you had to admit to yourself that he was quite breathtaking in his fully grown adult form. He’s now grown into a strong and healthy man, with broad, muscular shoulders and is as tall as his dad, the present Olo’eyktan.

Today, as you were chopping some food in your hut, you heard a knock by the entrance. “Come in!”, and with that Jake, Neytiri, and Moat approach you with smiling faces. You didn’t expect to see them so you stop what you’re doing and bow your head, signaling “I see you” to them. They return the gesture and Moat speaks up, “My child, we have a very important proposition to bring you.” You nod as in saying to continue, then Neytiri joins in, “Y/n, we know you are a very responsible and nice girl. We also know that you have been steadily learning Tsahik duties with Moat and Kiri over the past few years. We have come here to say we think it would be best for you and Neteyam to be mates and the next leaders for the clan.” she beams.

You don’t know what you were expecting them to say but it wasn’t this. You chuckle nervously and shift in your place. “But Neteyam is my best friend. And anyways I don’t know if he would agree to this, have you brought it up with him?” Jake steps up and says “No, he doesn’t know yet because we were hoping you could tell him and it could be more natural. So it doesn’t seem like we’re forcing you guys or arranging it. It we try to force it, he might rebel. You think you could talk to him? He needs to pick a mate as soon as possible and we know you two get along great.”

You began to feel a bit dizzy and held onto the table beside you. You didn’t want to tell them no, how could you tell them no? So you meekly nodded and said “I will talk to Neteyam later when he gets back from hunting.” Neytiri hugged you and said “I would be honored to have you as my daughter-in-law!” You returned the hug and gave her a weak smile. You felt sick. They said they’re goodbyes and left you with your thoughts.

After 2 hours in your hut thinking on this, you decided you were actually really lucky to be chosen to mate with Neteyam. He was handsome and of course you loved him, so why not? All the girls in the village talk about how much they’d love to mate with him, but only one can be chosen. You had butterflies in your stomach and a newfound confidence as you left your hut, setting out to find Neteyam.

After a few minutes, you rounded a corner and seen the man himself. He looked tired and worn out, but you knew this had to be discussed now. You walk up to him and put your hand on his arm and say “can we talk for a minute? In private?” He lifts an eyebrow but nods his head, slightly concerned something was wrong. You two walk over to the forest, where the chatter of the village can only be heard in the distance. You take a deep breath and just say it, “Neteyam, it’s time for you to chose a mate. I don’t know how you feel about the other girls in the clan but I’ve been practicing Tsahik duties and we already have a bond…” you look at him like he should be able to get your meaning but he just gives you a confused look. So you spit it out, “Neteyam, I think we should be mates.”

His eyes widen and mouth drops a little. Your heart is pounding but you understand the initial shock. He nervously lets out a chuckle and says “But y/n, we are just friends… did you think we were something more?” Your heart drops and mouth dries up. Hot anger boils up in your blood at the embarrassment and denial. “N-no, I know we’re friends now but our duties are changing. We have to do what’s best for the clan’s future.” He looks around and says “but I can’t mate with you, I don’t see you in that way”, he gives you a look of pity and now you are livid. “Why not? Am I not pretty enough for you??” “No, I mean you could make yourself prettier but that’s not the only reason why…” he trails off and your mouth hangs all the way down. Tears flood your eyes and you bolt off. In the background you hear him yell, “Y/n, don’t do this!”

You run through the village, covering your face while crying. You felt so much shame and hurt. You burst into your hut and fling yourself onto the bed, wetting it with your tears. You couldn’t believe he outright denied you. You weren’t the prettiest girl, sure, but you most certainly weren’t the ugliest either! You should’ve never agreed to this or even dreamed it could happen. He could get any girl he wants, why would he pick you?

Night was closing in and you shivered under your covers. You dried up your tears but still felt the sting in your heart at the betrayal. Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door. You’re facing the wall and muster out “who is it?” with no enthusiasm. Much to your surprise, it’s Jake. You scramble out of the sheets and sit on the edge of the bed to then stand up and bow your head and gesture your hand, “ma Olo’eyktan”.

He throws his hand up as if brushing that gesture away, “no need for all the formalities, sweetie.” You nod and slightly smile to be polite. You loved his fatherly way of speaking. You then remember everything that happened earlier and that he probably found out about you being rejected. “I heard what happened and I just want to apologize on behalf of my son. He’s a dumbass” he says bluntly. The human curse catches your attention.

He sits down on the bed next to you. You choke out “I’m so sorry. I thought it could work but I guess I’m not good enough for him. He is probably so used to me by now that he sees nothing special.” A single year rolls down your cheek. Jake slowly shook his head and touched your thigh and your eyes meet his. His eyes are filled with pity for you but also something else, something like hunger. You tingle under his touch.

“You’re a special girl, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, the stupid skawng. If it were me and I were your age, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you…” he purrs.

The atmosphere changes and you heat up all over. You’ve always thought Jake was a hot dad but you assumed he wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, especially since he has Neytiri.

He slowly rides his hand up your thigh to your most sensitive area. You gasp at the sudden intrusion but don’t stop him. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Let me make you feel better, honey. I can make you feel real good”, he smirks. You look up at him with doe eyes and can only manage to nod. “I’ll make you forget about Neteyam, that dumb bastard. You’ll only be thinking about my name now, how’s that sound?”

You feel his voice vibrate down to your very core. And quickly you feel needy, with no shame. It had been a terrible day and you wanted nothing more than to just feel better. “Yes please”

That’s all he needs to hear to start going at you. His calloused hands feel heavenly against your soft skin. He rubs you all over in desperate need like he doesn’t know where to even start. Then he crashes his lips on yours. You greedily open your mouth to let him come in and explore. You’ve never felt anyone’s touch before but he was guiding you though it. You started whimpering and whining and he groans to this.

“Have you ever done this before?”, he asks. You slowly shake your head no and feel a bit ashamed that you have no experience. His eyes get wide and he searches your eyes for answers, “you’re telling me no one has loved this pussy before?” and you simply shake your head again, blushing.

“My God.” He’s painfully hard and can’t believe the sweet prize he has in front of him. He reaches his hand down your loincloth and feels your sopping cunt. His eyes dilate and he realizes how pent up you must be. “Baby girl, you should’ve asked for my help a longgg time ago, you need a good dickin down”, he lowly growls.

You bite your lip and clearly look in distress from needing some relief. He kissed your neck and grazes it with his fangs, while kneading on your breasts under your top. Then he finally takes off your top and reveals the precious sight. He just stares, practically drooling. “Look at these perfect tits, all for me.” You whimper in response.

He starts kissing and sucking on your nipples, greedily tasting them as fast as he can. “Jake!”, you whine.

“Yeahhh, that’s right. My name on your pretty lips.”

He then rips off your loincloth. He marvels at your pretty pussy, wanting to open it like a Christmas present. Then he starts lapping on it. He sounded like a starved man, moaning and groaning on your heat like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. “Ohhh my Eywa!”, you moan out.

He sticks one finger in your needy hole and you throw your head back. “Holy fuckkk”, he groans, “such a tight little pussy for me, gonna have to stretch you out, girl.”

You’re a whimpering mess and he adds another finger in. You cry out in ecstasy and move your hips against him to get more pleasure. “Yeahhh baby, that’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, use me for what you need.”

His words only edge you on as you start to feel the coil at the bottom of your stomach. You’re seeing stars and his pace is relentless, he coos at you, “gonna cum for me? I know you want to. Let it out, all over me baby.” And that pushes you over the edge as you spill out moans and a slew of Na’vi curses, to which his ears perk up to.

“Didn’t know you had a dirty mouth? I thought you were a good girl?”, he teases. “Won’t you be a good girl, and take my cock, hm?”

You’re still coming down from your high but you get a burst of energy once he takes his loincloth off and his massive, swollen cock springs up to slap his stomach. You can’t believe how big it is, lengthy and girthy. He just grins at your expression and how you can’t take your eyes off it.

“You like it, huh? You wanna get fucked silly?”, he degrades.

“Mhmmm” is all you can manage to get out.

He towers over you and flips you on all fours. You feel his dick at your entrance and close your eyes, anticipating sharp pain. He slowly goes in and let’s out a long groan, “Shittttttt, feels so fucking good”. You only feel the pain for a minute and feel so full. He bottoms out and slowly slides back out and you moan at the sensation. Then, he starts to pick up a steady pace.

“OHHHH, Jake!!! I can’t take it!”

“Yes you can and you are”, he pants. “Taking it so well for me. Keep being a good girl”.

He is absolutely rattling your shit, the sounds of skin slapping and your combined moans and pants filling the small room.

“Such a needy little slut, ain’t that right? Look at you, taking it like a champ. That’s right”, he praises.

He then grabs your braid and pulls you up against him, both still on your knees. He puts one hand on your clit and starts rubbing relentlessly, and the other hand around your mouth because you’re getting loud.

“As much as I love you screaming because of my cock, you don’t want Neteyam or someone to find us like this, hm?” he grunts, still fucking the daylights out of you. To be honest, it gives you a thrill to think of Neteyam seeing his dad fucking you after he rejected you.

You only whimper and bite his hand, as tears are falling out of your eyes now from the overwhelming pleasure. You feel the same coil from earlier rising up, as if you’re about to burst.

“Can feel you squeezing on me, shit you’re gonna make me cum” he pants throwing his head back in pure bliss.

Suddenly you hear shuffling steps at the door like someone just snuck up. You both snap your heads in it’s direction and are faced with Neteyam.

“Dad?!? Y/n?!?”, he shouts.

You freeze a little but are so close to your high you can’t be bothered enough by him. His dad just laughs and says “you see son, this is what you’re missing out on. And boy, does she feel gooddd.”

Neteyam looks horrified but can’t take his eyes off the scene, as if he’s frozen in shock. The blood drains from his face and he just stands there dumbfounded.

“Now watch your old man make a pretty girl cum on his cock. Look at her, she’s cock drunk and just needs that final push.”

He speeds up on your clit and pounds your cervix HARD. “OHHHHH!!!” you moan out.

Jake whispers in your ear, “come on sweet girl, cum on your first ever cock, it’ll feel real nice”, he coos.

And just like that the coil snaps and you feel a hot white rush all over your body. “I’m cumming, cumming, fucking cumminggg” you whine out.

“Yeahhh, that’s it. Making such a pretty mess everywhere”

He lets you ride out your climax and he finishes inside you, “fuckkkk” he moans. You’re both panting trying to regain your breath and strength.

Neteyam still stands at the entryway in shock, unable to get a word out. So much just happened that he can barely process. Seeing you naked and needy under his dad was not what he had planned for today.

“Well son, I can honestly say you fucked up, good luck finding someone better than her.”

#avatar fanfiction #avatar smut #jakesully smut #dilf jake sully #neteyam #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow

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coldshrugs · 12 days ago

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Pre-ARR Backstory

Io was born to Lelle and Marit Laithe in the Dalmascan village of Neimrahava. She would be the first of their three children (followed by Arvid and Viveka), though “Io” wasn’t the name they gave her.

In canon, the Neimrahava Woods are given a fleeting mention in some Bozjan fieldnotes, no details other than it was burned to the ground to drive out Dalmascan rebels, which is perfectly in line with the backstory I’d settled on for Io before learning about it, so. Mine now.

Right along the edge of the Golmore jungle, I’ve decided Neimrahava was originally founded by Viera who were no longer Forest Dwellers but hadn't moved to a city, and later welcomed Hyur who left majorly urbanized parts of Dalmasca for a more rural life. The settlement became a flourishing trading hub; many of the Viera still had extended family within Golmore, so they were allowed to hunt the forest and meet and do business without the sense of taboo. Hyurs and other races couldn't stray as deep inside.

Her father, Lelle, was an artisan, crafting fine jewelry and other metalworks (her pearly moon earring was a gift from him), and her mother, Marit was involved in the town’s government as well as helping plant and tend medicinal herbs usually found too deep in the forest to be convenient. Her brother wanted to be a trader, and Vivi was young and quiet, but they were always getting into something. They were Io’s little shadow.

Io has always been quiet and reserved, but even in her youth there was a gentle warmth in her personality. She preferred to make friends by listening or offering to help with a tough task when someone needed it. She spent a lot of time alone, reading in the branches of a tall tree or methodically fletching arrows for the hunters until she began apprenticing as one herself. By her late teens, Io was one of the best hunters of her generation. She grew into a soft-spoken, witty, and deeply kind woman, but not without flaws—she can be impatient, struggles to express her negative emotions, and isolates herself when she gets in her head.

They were happy, and although life was set against a backdrop of imperial occupation, there were enough bright moments that made enduring the hardships somewhat easier.

Whispers of resistance were always in her periphery. But Io was too young to understand and fairly sheltered from that for a long time. Her parents weren’t fighters, but they could aid the cause in other ways—crafting supplies, fencing goods, and hiding things (or people) for the resistance when they could. They had a “not around the children, please” rule.

As Io got older, her eyes opened to the little injustices woven into her life. Her peers started talking about or even making plans to join the movement. Io briefly considered it for herself. She could have joined a cell, but she wasn’t ready to leave home or her siblings, and honestly, she was more than a little frightened by the thought of combat.

And then her village was razed in a brutal Garlean assault. Garlean artillery launched into homes made of wood and stone, soldiers setting fire to anything that would burn, gunning down residents trying to flee… Io was shepherding Arvid and Vivi when she realized she forgot her bow; she left them for a moment, told them to stay put while she went back for it, and by the time she returned, they were gone.

There was no time to mourn. She saved Ganymede from a burning stable and got the fuck out of there. Slowly, they made their way west to Eorzea. They made use of the Garlean camps they passed on the way; Io was already a distance hunting prodigy, but now she is a peerless sniper. She no longer fears combat.

In the years before the calamity, she made a relatively comfortable, if quiet (read: lonely) life for herself. She hunted the Black Shroud and sold her game to meat vendors and restaurants there and across Vylbrand. After her Echo awakened, she met Y’shtola on one such venture, and her life changed again.

#io lore #i hope the banner isn't too much!! i might try to make it thinner if i make more lore posts #this was a lot of fun to organize!!!

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8100d1u57 · 1 month ago

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Beginning to think that Kodaka was earnestly trying to realistically explore incestuous dynamics in Danganronpa without romanticizing or fetishizing it, but just failed to stick the landing. Kako and Ima are probably one of the best depictions of emotional incest that I've seen in a piece of media. It's genuinely insane to me to think that the man who wrote the monokubs incest subplot and ultra despair girls actually wrote this (I actually like ultra despair girls but I fully agree that it's very problematic in execution).

Kako and Ima both lost their parents due to a car crash, and with no family to take them in, are forced to survive all on their own. Ima is essentially forced into child prostitution to survive, doing anything and everything to keep his twin sister safe and happy despite their horrific circumstances. Due to his constant sexual abuse, his feelings for Kako become warped and toxic, becoming overprotective and overbearing. As long as she's safe, everything he goes through is worth it to him. This puts her on a high pedestal as they have no friends. She's the only light in his dark life.

However, they both know this co-dependency is toxic. While Kako cares deeply for Ima as well, she always pulls away or tells him that he's embarrassing her. She's trying desperately to get Ima to see her as an equal, as a sibling, because not only is he smothering her, he's smothering himself in the process. There's even a route where she absolutely snaps at Ima for his emotionally abusive treatment of her, rebelling against him completely and Ima's instance to not change things between them nearly tears them apart.

Ima hates that Kako is growing up, but in his final bond event, he talks about how it's probably good that she's rebelling and trying to stand on her own, even if it hurts him. Now that he actually has friends and a community to protect not only Kako, but him as well, he's actually able to start healing their relationship and slowly but surely chipping away at the pedestal he's put her on.

Sure sometimes Ima's for lack of a better term, "siscon" tendencies are played for laughs and Kakos persuasion bit was kind of uncomfortable even if I understood where Takumi was coming from, but at its core it's actually so well written. And to top it all off, when fans asked if Kako and Ima were romantically involved, this was the response.

I actually feel so bad because Kodaka's "incest fetish" has been a joke in the fandom for a while because of how it shows up in his games. Like I still feel like I was right for shitting on him for his handling of Korekiyo, especially with how painfully triggering chapter 3 is for me, but I forgive him now for mishandling him. Especially because if you read between the lines of Korekiyo's bonding events, his story is actually pretty heartbreaking and realistic. The definition of a good idea with horrible execution. I haven't read the light novels so I can't comment on Mukuro/Junko.

It's genuinely difficult to find the line where representation becomes fetishization sometimes. That's part of the reason I read works that do fetishize taboo themes. There's so few works that does it right, that all I can do to find that line is to analyze fetish works to figure out what was handled well and what is not. My hope is that my studies will help myself and others be able to create transgressive works that actually represent the horrors and realities of sexual abuse in particular. I think that Kako and Ima are probably the biggest show of how Kodaka has learned and grown from his past mistakes to become a better writer. I kinda hope this just isn't a one time fluke because if this man can keep banging out excellent incest victim rep from now on, I would be the happiest girl in the world. We desperately need stories that'll undo the damage of decades of incest porn brainrot that has made people see it less as actual abuse and instead a gross kink.

#last defense academy #kazutaka kodaka #tw // incest #tw // csa #kako tsukumo #ima tsukumo #Danganronpa #character analysis

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this-game-has-themes · 3 months ago

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time passes, the industrial wastes of eastern mudos is reclaimed by freemuds, both adopters of native traditionalism and reclaimers of factories alike. its not completely harmonious, and magog 'union busters' continue to keep pressure on the edges of their lost territories, but for a lot of people the revolution has reached its peak. life settles into a new semblance of normalcy.

howler, her revenge list of tormentors crossed off at last, keeps her promise to end her violent vendetta and disbands the rebel defects, who go their separate ways for the most part. howler reclaims herself - her body, her identity, her old name. lora is still not the little girl who was taken from her burning village all those years ago, but now it's on her terms who she becomes. she picks up the pieces of what's left of her tribe, the mudella, with abe's tentative help. the brand on her hand is more symbolic than the mark of some divine destiny, and lora isnt convinced that she's made any difference in mudella's status as a recently extinct people, but her friends, her family, all take up that forgotten symbol as their own.

max, now miles away from the doll-like, objectified crimp the late mizz mayven made her into, will always bear the permanent marks and health issues that come with excessive crimp modifications. its her development into a post-industrial drone that makes her feel like a woman on her own terms, diametrically compared lora to taking synthetic hormones to achieve similar drone traits to more masculine ends. her talents and experience in tech contribute to developing an independent infrastructure for communication among mudokon settlements, inadvertently making her a more important figure among the tribeless, queenless reclaimers than she expected to become. with her experience in management and playing a certain role, she handles the responsibility of leadership more graciously than... some muds.

drill, who joined the gang as a deeply hurt, angry teen, grows into a happier, healthier adult. putting himself through therapy (what semblance of it could be found in the wastes) leads him to try helping other freemuds process the trauma of their former lives. lora adopts him, properly, through ritual establishing him as her son. he's the first to cover up the old marks of his enslavement with the mudella symbol, proud to show off his connection to his mother and family. he still busts her balls and reads her for filth on the regular, though, but some things never really change.

mal, who had spent unknown decades of his life as a body, as a non-person, doesn't expect there to be anything for him among both natives and freemuds. his connection to the vykkers and their monstrosity is inescapable to him, but lora insists that his talents and knowledge of industrialist medicine are extremely valuable, and desperately needed among the natives, whose medicinemuds are dwindling. its an immense adjustment, and lora has to bribe abe who in turn bribes his own native contacts, but mal undergoes the proper training and rituals to become a healer on native mudokon terms. he's cynical about it, at first; his modernized methods of healing are mostly foreign, and rightfully distrusted by natives who know vykkers as butchers. he stands out, and acts eccentrically even compared to neurotic former scrubs. but over time, he becomes accustomed to the traditional ways, even lauding them as he finds peace with their meditation practices; a better alternative to the dependency on self-sedation that helped him cope with the horrors before.

trip, unfortunately (or, perhaps fortunately) goes out with a bang, and ostensibly a lot of causalities and lasting property damage hits to the cartel. it was what he always wanted, and its what the rest of the gang accepts. lora has his old hardhat, adding the mudella symbol as a final trophy post-mortem.

slogmeat, after [redacted] with [redacted], eventually moves in with [redacted]. a bittersweet ending to some, since theres no 'fixing' him, and theres no bringing back [redacted] to begin with, but he's loved and well taken cared for, with [redacted] as a part of his life again at last.

#my art #howlerposting #ocposting #oddworld #oddworld oc #i love logging on and casually dropping mentions of characterization i have Not talked abt publicly #i love turning slogmeat's entry into an scp file for Reasons #darlingposting

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bberry005 · 1 year ago

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thinking way too hard about this page from kanan: the last padawan and how much it shows about him as a character during rebels and also how that relates to ezra and their sacrifices at the end of the show

it's clear from the first episode of rebels that kanan has no qualms about attachment in general, which is a stark difference from most of the other jedi that we see. he cares freely and openly and deeply about all the members of the ghost crew. he might care too much at the beginning, but that's part of his journey as a jedi that we see throughout the show.

"you must not grow too attached, too fond, too in love with life as it is now" is a fundamental thing that kanan must remember during season 2 of rebels. because he DID become too attached to his life as it was with the ghost crew running around lothal, and when they join up with the larger rebel fleet, he doesn't like it and dislikes how things are changing. he has to relearn the ability to adapt and change before he's declared a jedi knight in season 2.

part of being a jedi is loving enough to know when it's time to go, which is something that kanan mastered. he and ezra leave at the end of season 2 to protect the rest of the rebellion, he teaches ezra to let sabine go with her family on mandalore, he helps hera reconcile with her past on ryloth. through love and attachment, kanan also learned sacrifice. he lost everything as he became kanan jarrus instead of caleb dume. he was forced to leave behind all the attachments of his former life in order to survive. he didn't learn to do that necessarily, he was forced into it out of necessity, which is very different than him consciously learning how to let go during rebels.

in rebels, kanan leaves by choice. in season 2, he knows that leaving is necessary to the survival of the rebellion. in season 4, he's standing on top of the fuel tank and holding back the explosion and he probably wants nothing more than to try and go with hera, ezra, and sabine. because that's his FAMILY. he loves them more than anything, but he knows that if he does not let go, they will not survive.

so he does. he sees them one last time, and then he lets them go and sacrifices himself to save them all, and in a way, this was the last lesson he ever taught ezra

its no secret that their sacrifices were meant to mirror each other, but here's the images again for reference

in his final moments, kanan teaches ezra about sacrifice. yes, you must love and feel and experience life, but to be a jedi knight, you must be able to master those feelings and do what you must for the greater good. in his actions, kanan was essentially repeating what depa told him when he was a padawan. "you must not grow too attached, too fond, too in love with life as it is now. those emotions are valuable and must not be surpressed, but you must learn to rule them lest they rule you". ezra fully learns that lesson during "the world between worlds" when he leaves the memory of kanan's death behind in the world between worlds and learns to stop his attachment from going too far.

and also like...kanan's life had FINALLY worked out when he died. hera just said that she loved him, they're back on lothal ready to free their home from the empire, he's figured out this whole jedi thing, and he may or may not know that hera is pregnant with their child depending on your interpretation. but he must let go. he cannot let his love and attachment stop him from doing what must be done for the greater good. he saves them, but he also leads to the empire blowing up their own fuel depot, which is the only reason the rebels can take back lothal. he put his purpose (saving the galaxy) over his feelings (because there was definitely a part of him screaming to go with his family, but he was able to control it in order to see the bigger picture)

the jedi fight for peace and the greater good, which at it's core requires immense selflessness and sacrifice and a clear head acting on logic rather than emotion. kanan and ezra were learning that together throughout the whole show, and one last time, kanan teaches ezra a jedi lesson that he finally figured out through trying to guide ezra through it

"but remember, caleb, the galaxy is far from static, and as it changes, a jedi's role in it too must evolve." jedi were keepers of the peace, then they were generals, then they were scattered teenagers who didn't know what to do in the wake of order 66, and now? now they are rebel fighters, once again getting at the heart of what it is to be a jedi. to be a jedi is to love, to sacrifice, to keep the peace. kanan and ezra show why jedi are KNIGHTS and not diplomats. they fight for peace, but they know it is just that: a bloody, brutal, violent fight, and that those fights require sacrifice in order to keep going. they both embody luthen's line from andor where he says "i burn my life for a sunrise i will never get to see", which is also a perfect way to think about why the jedi fight for peace. they really believe in it, and are willing to lay down their lives to make a peace that will never be achieved in their lifetimes.

(what's also crazy is that in this episode, we're essentially shown that kanan jarrus has found caleb dume again and therefore reconnected with his jedi past but that's a post for a whole other day)

i have so many feelings about this that basically boil down to: rebels is so well written and so underrated and kanan and ezra teach us far more about what the ideal jedi should be than any of the skywalker saga main characters (WHICH IS A VERY HOT TAKE I KNOW but it's my take)

#i am so normal about the shatterpoint lineage #and also kanan and ezra's sacrifices #totally and completely normal #star wars #star wars rebels #sw rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #ezra bridger #depa billaba #kanan: the last padawan #jedi knights #jedi code #i also love thinking about the jedi code #and how different characters interpret it #so maybe i'll post more things like this

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junkdrawerfan · 3 months ago

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So honesty hour I already read this comic but forgot to record my thoughts so we're going to reread and record my thoughts!

And so we continue! Part Three:

First || | Previous || Next

Robin III (1992)

I didn't mention before but this one is titled "The Cry of the Huntress" And I am very excited to meet Huntress and see how she and Tim get along. I've heard she and Timmy have a very brother-sister bantering relationship and I'm here for it!

She looks so cool! But what is this mask hidding exactly? For real, how does this hide your identity? It whoudl actually be better than robin's if she had the white lenses but right now it's just dumb.

ARIANNA THERE YOU ARE! I am excited to meet Timmy's first girlfriend (who he cheats on with Steph? Sort of? She kissed Tim without his explicit consent maybe... I am unsure it seems more of a miscommunication trope than anything malicious...Idk I'll have to decide when i get there).

AH! The Cold War Personified! He does seem like a cool threat and very campy! Perfect!

If I had a nickle for everytime Tim is introduced to a badass, strong woman who saves his ass and helps him defeat Lynx I would have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but insteresting it's happened twice

But honestly, Huntress is a very fun character for Tim to interact with. Especially because this run involves Tim rebelling (softly) against Bruce by going around him and trying to take down the Russian Mob while Bruce insists Tim wait until he's done investigating. I don't know anything about her yet but she clearly had beef with The Bat.

So remember how I said Jack Drake is very jealous of Bruce Wayne... Well I guess we're letting go of subtext and going straight for text :D

But honestly Tim really really struggles with the secret identity. In every comic I've read so far with his perspective, he finds the secret identity grating. He is terrible at seperating Robin from his day to day life no matter how hard he tries, gives terrible excusese to duck out of meetings with friends and family even when he would love to stay because he can't help trying to save you, and finds the inability to explain himself infuriating.

But even then he adores being Robin. He doesn't want to stop being Robin even if it hurts. And knowing what the future will hold (the death of his father, the temporary deaths of his friends and girlfriend, the injuries he will face) it makes his reaction to Damian getting the suit in four years all the more painful.

WTF is height in comics. Tim is supposed to be a runty 14 yr old! Who is that 5'10 man!

So Tim is spiraling. The girl he was trying to save was killed by Russian gangsters. And now he's beefing with his dad and snapping at Alfred! I love it!! Perfect! This is the good Tim Whump I'm looking for :D But for reals, his parents, according to a canon comic panel, missed his birthday more than once. Yeah he's not neglected as badly in the comics as he is in fanon but that doesn't change the fact that Tim had very absent parents. GO OFF TIMBO!

NEVERMIND I AM IN PAIN! TIMBO NO!!! (oh that some good angst tho)

Woo! Tim just figured out Huntress' real identity. He is too good at this. Plus I love when he brags about how he outsmarted Dick and Bruce as an 8 year old. Tim the ultimate Civilian ID Finder! XD

yes.

God I love this flavor of Tim Whump!!! Tim you are Robin. Robin is you. You cannot runaway from yourself!!!

Okay! So Timmers is having a rough time at school. He gets a black eye. He's cutting school to avoid people thinking Bruce Wayne is abusing him. Then he's in the guidance councilor's office before running away and now his dad is like "off to boarding school!" Which I was just starting to feel bad for Jack Drake. It felt like he was trying. But to have him go "Oh my kid is lashing out and struggling so I'm going to ship him off to boarding school!" WILD! That is just a wildly BAD take Jackie Boi.

Why is Tim convinced Bruce is going to drop him? In Robin II he was nervous if he couldn't defeat the Joker (after less than four months of being Robin!) that Bruce is going to drop him. Now again, Tim is rebelling he is going against Bruce's wishes but why would that be enough for Bruce to drop him? Dick did the same on more than one occassion? I really need to read some more Batman/Detective Comics because clearly there is something going on that I am not getting. Is this just Tim's insecurities or is Bruce's behavior informting this thinking? Has Bruce threatened to take Robin away?

Alfred's response seems to imply its mostly in Tim's head. Someone give this boy a hug and self confidence. Damn.

MY SMART BOY! Tim is such a good detective <3 I love him! I love his big brain and awesome internet skills (which by the way this is pre-google and yahoo search engingines so that is very impressive!)

So I just realized Tim saves Arianna the same way he saves Bernard. A kidnap victim they save from servitude! Its very surface level but still neat! Also I knew she couldn't be dead! :D

Timmy! You clever boy!!! XD

Side note can't believe this comic predates the European Union!! WILD! Time is a lie!!

Oh Tim! You poor thing!

ON TO THE NEXT PART! XD

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missbuckyhellfire · 23 days ago

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CAT AND MOUSE: EMPEROR GETA (7/8)

PREVIOUS PART:

MASTER LIST:

PLOT:

The Twin emperors have a problem : A little thief who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. The rich despise them yet the people of Rome love them. However, the thief's little game can only go on for so long before the elder twin catches them and discovers their identity: Sabina, daughter of Marcus Acacius. Rather than executing her, he decides to marry her as a way to gain the Roman peoples approval. To Sabina, it is another way to get closer to the large stashes of gold in their keep. The two see this as a opportunity to gain power , but what else will they gain along the way?

WARNINGS: NSFW content, discussion about baby loss, Geta being himself, betrayal, discussion on executions, intercourse, Jupiter makes an unwanted appearance, slight hunting kink?, Sabina being held against her will, trauma, manipulation, mommy issues,

Words to know:

mea carissima filia: My beloved daughter

Mel: honey

Proditor: Traitor

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Sabina awoke to the smell of lemon bread and goodies rested on her bedside. She thanked the servants for bringing them to her and immediately thought it was her husband’s kindness towards her.

Hungry, she took some lemon loaf and began eating it eagerly, taking some sips of wine with it. The flavors were lovely, made her think of the coast with her husband a month back. She missed those days and wished she could go back.

The doors flung open and her husband appeared, wearing a red robe and dark eye makeup that made his brown eyes pop. He smiled at her warmly, hiding his suspicions behind this facade.

“Morning husband” Sabina says warmly.

“Morning wife.” He greets.

Sabina lets out a yawn, he shakes his head. No matter how suspicious he is of his wife, the rebel of Rome, she was adorable but had suffered from so much lately.

“I hope you feel better than you did compared to last night.” He began.

Sabina nods at him.” I do, but the loss is troubling.” Her eyes looked down to her body.

“We will have another child soon I promise, a child the gods want us to have.” He assured her. “ We just need to try again”

Try again.

Those words had echoed in her head. She is trying for a lot of things in that moment. Try to get her childhood friend out of the arena, make her family happy and now make her husband happy. She wanted to try again but she had so much going on.

“I am not sure if we should now husband.”

“Why not?” Geta cocked a brow. “Am I not good enough for you?”

Sabina chuckles and shakes her head. “No, no I am still recovering body wise from the loss.” She could still feel cramps and nausea following the loss.

“Alright,” He sighed heavily. “I will ask you again tonight. Hopefully you will be well enough.” He kissed her forehead. “ I forgotten I have some errands to do this morning, I will see you later mel.”

Sabina nods as she watches him leaving. A servant runs into the room and gives her a note. She notices that the seal was opened on it but she didn’t think anything of it. Things happen to letters and no one would dare to open up a letter for the Emperess. She thanked the servant and watched her leave before opening the letter.

There will be no guards at the entrance to the colosseum tonight.

Sabina realizes what must be done. She needed to tell her father about this and distract Geta while they take Lucius.

How hard could that be?

Sabina opens the drawer and finds the tools to write back a letter to her parents, hoping that no one will prevent her friend’s freedom from being foiled.

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Sabina went and delivered the letter as soon as she finished it. All she had to do was play the role of an obedient wife while being a faithful friend. She resided into the gardens to get some fresh air and have a breather for herself.

Yet, the rose gardens brought back the memories of her childhood friend Lucius.

Running around the rose bushes chasing each other while his mother Lucilla would watch us. She always did have a bright smile and watched over her son like a hawk.

Of course, there were always rumors and such being shared in the palace that even Sabina’s youthful ears would hear. Usually, it was when her father would be talking to the Emperor and she was just close by my father. Whispers of the child not being her husband’s but rather a solider like her father.

Of course, Sabina’s youthful ears would care less of such rumors.

Lucius’s uncle, Commodus was a cruel man. He would take Sabina and Lucius away from one another when he would lecture his nephew, in hopes he would be Emperor one day, if he never got a child on his own. He would scowl at her here and there calling her a “mother-less” child and a “child of a whore.”. It was almost as though Commodus wanted rid of her so his nephew would be free of distractions.

However, she remembered the day of his death all too well. Sabina was at home with her father when the news arrived to them. She never seen her father so happy and relieved that the tyranny had ended and a new era can begin for Rome. He hugged his child close to him, promising her that nothing horrible will happen to them again.

She smiled at him “Promise?”

“Promise” His voice was so soft.

Sabina’s child eyes had looked at him. “Can I see Lucius and see if he is alright?”

There was a pause between them as he shook his head. “Lucius’s mother had sent him away.”

“When will he be back?” Sabina still remembers the heartbreak that she had endured as she wanted to make sure her friend was ok.

“I don’t know if he will be coming back.” He said softly to her.

Sabina’s trance stopped with the feeling that someone was watching her. She turned to see her husband on the balcony, his brown eyes watching her. Once their eyes had met one another, a small smirk had glided across his face.

He wondered how he got so lucky with a beauty that was Sabina. However, he also wondered if this beauty would be his fall now.

Earlier, he found a new letter in his wife’s room. He didn’t want to invade her privacy, but the letters between Sabina and her father was concerning. He didn’t know if she was fully involved or not. Regardless, he will have to figure out what is going on.

However, the content of the letters were not fully positive on Sabina’s side. He would have to wait and see what happens tonight.

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Sabina came to bathhouse in the evening after a filling meal. She thought of coming to Geta’s chambers later as she knows how intense he can get and she was overstuffed with food.

“I shouldn’t have eaten as much.” Sabina cursed to herself as she walked into the water. Yet, her fear was rising inside of her since her father and Lucilla were sneaking around in the night to get her friend. She could only pray that it would work.

All she needed to do was to distract the Emperors.

Her brother in law had found her in the bathhouse. His blue eyes had lit up when he seen her and rushed to the ledge of the water. He grinned at her as she done the same. As time went on, she learned of his sickness and became more mindful of it through the whispers of the palace. Her husband never spoke of it to her.

He went into the bath water, got undressed, and got close to her. Sabina, takes a slide away from him shaking her head.

“Need something?” Sabina asked.

“Your husband failed to bear you a child.” He began. Sabina tilted her head and sighed.

“We will have child again, Carcalla.” Sabina assured him but rather he was trying to get closer to her. “Just need to be patient.”

“What if I can help you with having a child…” He got closer to her. “I know you think I challenge you at times, but I can help you and my brother to have a child……”

Sabina takes a step back. She looks into his eyes, they were stormy, dark much like the clouds around them had gotten. He reached for her, his grip harsh but Sabina raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

There was only a dark smirk on his face when Sabina began to rush out of the room. Another firm hand had grasped her. She looked up. It was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes upon. She had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes with a beautiful figure.

“Sabina” Her voice was soft like butter and it made her feel safe. Sabina froze where she stood and looked up at her. The woman had rubbed her cheek.

“I am Venus, your mother and protector and I am not welcoming anyone, including Jupiter to harm you.” Her blue eyes had darted to Caracalla. Sabina was confused as what she seen was her brother-in-law in the bathhouse with her.

“That’s my brother in law” Her voice was soft. She couldn’t believe that her mother was right in front of her. Why now? Where was she after all these years?

“No, it’s a trick of the mind. A foolish god who wants nothing more than another lover.” She spat. “We agreed you wouldn’t touch her Jupiter. You went against our promise.”

“Didn’t say ….” Jupiter began.

“WE MADE A DEAL!” Her voice risen. She was upset of the reality of the situation. When she found out she was pregnant, she made him swear he wouldn’t touch this one.

Before she could say another word, Caracalla blinked twice and looked around the room.

“Where am I? Why am I here?” He asked, looking at Sabina and Venus. He shook his head before they could answer and put his night robes back on and walked out, heavily confused.

“I will meet you in your chambers we need to talk” Her mother said before vanishing into thin air.

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“I should have visited you sooner.” Venus shook her head and looked at Sabina. The two were sitting on her bed. Venus’s eyes kept looking at the ground. Her hands on her lap, frozen.

“Venus, I mean mother…”

“I don’t deserve to be called your mother.” Venus said. “Sabina, I had failed you as a mother. I hid in the shadows are your father came to save you countless times. Your husband, has as well. I should have took care of you.”

“You put me in good hands, I just would have wished you would have at least talked to me not ignore me all of these years.”

“I never did, I always watched you grow up. I made sure you were protected during the stealing escapades, you were always under my watch. I also had to make sure your fate was never influenced by anyone.”

“You know of my fate?” Sabina paused and held onto her mother’s hand. Anything would be helpful right now as things were tense in her life.

“Yes, but you are the one to make the final seal in it. I can’t say much but your decision to certify who you are going to be is coming close. I know your going to choose the right thing and bring Rome to its peace it deserves. Only you Sabina can do this.” Her touch on her daughter was so gentle and soft. It was the first time in a few days that Sabina could take in pure peace.

“You will be a mother, in more than one way Sabina.” Were the last words Venus said before she vanished and left her daughter alone in a candle lit room.

It was mere moments, but it was something for Sabina.

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Sabina walks to her husband’s chambers, hoping that she could still distract him long enough to give her father and Lucilla time to get Lucius. She knew she had to take her time, take it slow and make sure he was pleased.

She came into the chambers with only her ruby red night gown on. Her husband had worn a red night gown to match hers. They didn’t plan this, it just happened.

Silence lingered around the candlelight as they looked at each other in silence.

“Your late, I was awaiting.” Geta mused.

“Sorry husband,” Her voice was soft.

Her husband had came closer to her and pushed her hair to the side, revealing her neck. He knew she loved her neck getting kissed. She smiled at him but looked away nervously. Thoughts of their lost child flooded her head. She nervously took a step back from him and he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ok Sabina?”

“It’s fine, I am just thinking about….” Sabina couldn’t even finish her statement before Geta pulled her in for a hug. Suspicion or not, he seen the vulnerability of her in those brown eyes.

“Sabina.” His voice was a whisper as he kissed her ear lobe. He was trying to comfort her. His hands rested on her shoulder blades, easing the tension with his touch. Perhaps she just needed some comfort. He took her hand and placed her on the bed.

“Lie on your stomach,” His voice was soft, yet a command.

She rested on her belly as he commanded as he placed one of his legs on either side of her. He leant down on her body and began to kiss her shoulders as he removed some of her robe fabric.

“Easy, mel.” He purred as his lips reached her neck. His body was now knelt over with his hands gently on her waist. Her voice became only soft whimpers as she started to fall under his spell .

He kept kissing her neck as his hands roamed all over her body, getting noises of desire from her. “So impatient, like a rabbit waiting for a wolf to finish them.”

There was something that hit her in that moment. His predatory hold onto her, and her helplessness in that moment. She was supposed to be buying time, but she was really craving this.

Her hands reached to grab the pillow as she felt that all too familiar feeling in her stomach starting to brew as his kisses on her neck became more intense.

“please” she muttered.

“Please what?” She could hear the cockiness in his voice. “I don’t think you can make the commands here little rabbit.”

His hands wondered to her ass and gripped it’s fat. She groaned in response.

“Words.” Geta commanded lowly into her ear.

“I want you inside of me please.” Her voice was pleading, yearning for his touch and lust.

Geta thanked the gods that he wasn’t wearing anything under his robes. His length had already been tapping her ass. He pressed his fingers through her slit to see if she was ready. To be sure, he rubbed small circles around her clit before he slowly pushed himself inside of her.

He wrapped his arms around her as she was cradled during each of his thrusts. He took in her sweet smells from the bath oils and her natural scent as he slowly guided himself in and out of her.

“That’s it goddess, my everything.” He said softly.

She wasn’t sure if he meant that or if it was just something to say. But regardless, she found herself grabbing onto the bedsheets harder now as her thoughts began to reel her into it. Her moans were swallowed by the pillow covering her mouth. His hands refused to let her go, the moment blossomed between the two of them, until it snapped.

Without warning, both of them just let out loud moans in relief of their release. She felt cooled and filled to the brim as she felt her husband’s sweat on her body. His breaths calmed down before he pulled out. He flipped her over for a second to kiss her neck.

He pulled away and his brown eyes looked at hers. They didn't say anything to each other except he nodded at her before getting off of her.

He pulled her in close for an embrace as they slowly drifted into sleep.

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The couple were awoken by the captain of the guards rushing into their chambers. Geta was the first one to wake, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His hand held onto Sabina’s tightly, knowing what this was likely about.

Sabina woke from the captain yelling at the two of them about the ultimate betrayal that someone close to them had committed. Sabina and Geta looked at each other, both knowing who they are referring to.

“This is the ultimate betrayal, the general and his wife causing treason.” The guard was full of rage as Geta watching Sabina’s reaction. The only thing that could be seen in her eyes was guilt.

Guilt that she was caught.

“They are in the throne room, they sent Hanno away somewhere.” He spat while Geta’s eyes were still focused on her. Sabina’s lip was trembling, body shaking. He kept her close during these accusations.

“This is a serious statement, Captain.” Geta mused as he watched his wife’s state. “Can you leave my wife and I we will be out shortly. Wake my brother up.” He spoke.

Geta watched the door closed before speaking to his wife. “Your family committed treason.” His voice was broken, yet deadly.

“Husband I would never,”

“Your family committed treason!” His voice raised. He couldn’t believe that Sabina would go behind his back to commit such a crime of hatred. “ You knew and you didn’t speak of it!”

“Husband I….”

“I SEEN THE LETTERS WIFE!” He spat. “Every last one of them, telling me of what you have planned to get the senate to take over Rome. This is beyond your games of the past Sabina. This is treason!”

Sabina took a shift back from him. She didn’t know how he got the letters, but he only knew half of the story. “ I was talking to them to stop it.”

“Yet you knew!”

“I was protecting them!”

Silence and heavy breaths flooded the room. Tears had flooded both of their eyes.

“You know what must be done Sabina.” His voice was angry but quiet. “They must be punished, you must be punished.”

“Husband please if you let me explain….”

“I don’t think you get a say in your own sentencing.”

“Don’t execute them please! There must be something else to be done. Think about why they may do such a thing.”

There was silence, Geta’s eyes were bugged out of his head. “Well? Please share what could have caused them to commit such a crime.”

Sabina’s breaths were shifting and breakable. This must have been the moment that her mother warned her about. She shook her head and began to speak to her husband.

“You remember why I would steal from the rich, husband? To show mercy and provide for the people who needed the money the most. My father, a trusted man, was a general for the people not just for you. He never wanted the glory, just to help the people. That’s why he never said anything about me. He knew what I was doing was right, so did Lucilla. They wrote me those letters to show me that I am supported, and they wanted peace back in Rome. They see Marcus Aurelius’ vision of the senate….”

“Don’t speak to me of such spectacles.” Geta spat but Sabina’s voice risen.

“My family wants peace and justice for the people. Since we wed, you have changed, I am being generous and so are you. Don’t you see that your people need you to do the right thing.”

“Which is what? Give away my power? The one my father bestowed upon to me?” Geta’s eyes looked to the ground then back up to Sabina.

“Geta, the senate is to give voice to the people. Look, my family was only doing what I have seen as well.”

He nodded then pushed himself closer to her. “What of Lucius? Why did you send your father to grab him? Was there something going on? Why didn’t you listen to what I told you.” His voice started to grow possessive.

“He was my friend, I couldn’t let him die in the arena.” She looked down. “ He is Lucilla’s son, seeing her so heartbroken I couldn’t just let him suffer there.” She paused, realising she spoke of his identity. She felt her heart sink to the bottom of her belly.

“Lucilla’s son, a man who has a right to the throne of Rome.” His voice was a mere growl. He placed his hand on her jaw and gripped it tightly, looking at her. “You are just as guilty as your father and Lucilla.”

“Please,” Were the only words that came out of her mouth. “Mercy on us, the gods would protect me, my family and Lucius if you set harm…”

Geta looked at her. Those beautiful brown eyes that sparkled in the evening moonlight. He remembered Commodus, Lucillia and Lucius growing up. He would remember his father spatting about some bastard daughter that would run around the gardens with Lucius, not giving a chance for he and his brother to play with the heir of Rome. Geta always thought she was rebellious, but he always had a irk of jealousy on her, getting the attention of the highborn son. Carcalla and Geta would play on their own in the gardens while they would side eye the young girl chasing Lucius around with a wooden sword.

“Sabina? Were you the girl who would play with Lucius in the gardens?” His voice was soft. Sabina was taken back from the question.

“Yes,” Were the words that came out of her mouth. There was no point in hiding the truth.

“You were the girl I was always so jealous of. My father disliked you for taking Lucius’s time away from us. And when he left, so did you in the palace.” He paused. “Your father took you away to protect you from our father when it took over after the senate failed.” The truth was slowly unraveling in front of them.

“Geta….”

“The girl who would irritate Lucius’s uncle and made silly faces behind their back.” Geta bit his lip looking down. He let go of her jaw then sighed. “Now you’re the Emperess who has caused treason to protect this friend.”

“Please mercy on my family. On me” She sounded so defeated but Geta cleared his voice. He would never dream on hurting Sabina. He knew her intentions were for the good of heart, but she did commit a crime, and a punishment should be put in place. Same when for her father and Lucilla.

“Mercy and kindness shall be shown tonight, Sabina.” His voice was stern. He got off his bed and realigned his robes as Sabina done the same. A bit relieved but feeling uneasy on their fates.

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Geta took Sabina’s hand as they walked to the throne room in haste. They stood in the darkness with Macrinus, Caracalla in a mere bed sheet, with Marcus Acacius and Lucilla in chains. There were only stares exchanged at each other as Geta sits on the throne next to Caracalla. Sabina stood by Macrinus’s side. The two of them had a look of anxiety between the two of them.

She looked down and bit her lip as Marcus looked at her in pure shame and guilt about being caught. Lucilla had tears in her eyes, almost as though she could die of heart ache right there. However, she appeared composed, knowing her son is safe.

“This is a act of treachery, and betrayal on so many levels.” Geta was the first to speak. He eyed the two chained in front of him.

“We have no regret on doing what we did, we did it for Rome.” Marcus said boldly, no regrets on his tone.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we would execute you then.” Geta warned. Sabina looked at him with a look on concern but her husband shook his head. “My wife asked for mercy.”

“You mean my daughter?” Marcus corrected.

“She’s also my wife. She talked to me and provided reason.” Geta put his hand up. Caracalla looked at his brother with confusion.

“They need the harshest of punishments, they need to be executed in the arena as a warning to the public.” Caracalla mused with a grin on his face. “The ultimate betrayal deserves, the ultimate punishment.”

“I have decided on the punishment through guidance of your daughter” Geta continued putting emphasis on Sabina, glancing at his wife quickly before turning his head back to his brother who started to turn red in fury, ready to act if necessary.

“You can’t be serious, she would influence the punishment unfairly, is your wife seriously given more power than myself?!” Caracalla’s voice risen.

“She explained well, and I am sentencing the couple and their daughter wisely.”

The statement echoed throughout the room. Macrinus, Caracalla, Marcus and Lucilla all glanced at the Emperess. Her brown eyes looked to her husband who cleared his throat.

“I am sentencing Marcus Acacius and his wife to exile. Sabina will be locked in the palace, not allowed to leave the premises without an escort or myself.” He said boldly. Macrinus raised a brow at the statement.

“If I may Marcus and Lucilla had committed treason, they deserve some type of execution…”

“I have made my choice, they are to face exile. Never see or write to Sabina again.” Geta confirmed.

Sabina had to take it all in. Never hear from her father or Lucillia again. While she is locked away in the palace until she or he passes, whichever happens first. However, she could sneak out again like before, but the loss of communication is going to break her heart. She looked at her father, whose eyes were already welled up. They were glad to live, but what was the point of living if they can’t see each other?

“Brother what a stupid decision!” Caracalla had stood up from the throne and grabbed a nearby guard’s blade. He began to storm his way to Lucilla and Marcus. Sabina began to walk over to Caracalla, but Geta pushed her gently out of the way to get to him first. He wrapped his arms around his brother then pulled him back as Caracalla was swinging his blade.

“EXECUTE HIM! CRUCIFY HER!” His voice roared as Geta risen his voice to dominate his brother’s.

“SEND THEM TO THEIR HOME. PACK YOUR THINGS, YOUR LEAVING TONIGHT!” Geta’s voice boomed as he watched Marcus and Lucillia being taken away by the guards. Sabina’s eyes were full of tears as she rushed to her father and Lucillia. She had to look at them one last time.

“mea carissima filia” Her father reached out to her, his thumb ran through her cheek to wipe away a tear. She shook her head as she knew those were the last words he was going to say to her. He wanted to hold onto her forever, but deep down, he knew that she saved his life. His hand was pushed away by a guard who yelled at him to keep going.

Lucilla had reached to the other cheek and she rubbed it quickly before a guard pushed her to move ahead.

Marcus didn’t loose eye contact with his daughter, until the doors were closed.

Sabina was left in the room full of two yelling emperors on her own fate as Macrinus had pressed his hand on her shoulder.

“How could your own wife cause such treachery?!” Caracalla spat. He was now out of his brother’s arms.

“It’s not, she just….” Geta began.

“It’s treachery and she is very lucky you’re here to protect her.” Caracalla looked at Sabina one last time before storming out. Macrinus pulled her close, feeling her trembling body. She wasn’t scared of what was to happen to her, she was just so overwhelmed with emotions.

Sabina never got to have a proper goodbye to Marcus and Lucillia.

“Let’s go to bed, you’re staying in my quarters. Door’s locked, guards outside the windows. No outside visits unless escorted. No contact with your father and his wife.” Geta pointed his finger at me. “I need to know where you are at all times, you understand me?”

“Is this because you don’t trust me or are worried I may be taken?”

Geta had to think about it for a moment. He cant trust sneaky notes and her lying to protect her family. He knows she wouldn’t do anything. Yet, Caracalla knowing of her actions makes him feel uneasy. Also, Rome will eventually find out and may try to destroy the palace for their Empress’s freedom.

“Both. Let’s go to bed.” He said finally. Macrinus let me go and he watched as Geta guided me to his chambers.

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Sabina lost track how many days it has been since she seen her father and Lucillia. She figures it was at least over a week. She hasn’t even managed to get one letter smuggled to her.

Geta was kind but kept his guard around her. Not that he didn’t trust her with his life, but he didn’t trust his own brother. He also knew that she will likely try to sneak out again, something that puts her in harms way and up to scheming for the senate take over. The Emperor tried to stay in his chambers with his wife for as long as possible throughout the day, but responsibilities would often take him away from her.

She hasn’t been out of her husband’s chambers in days. She hasn’t bathed in days, and she reeked of the sex she has every morning and evening with her husband. She knows he is kind and means well but knows he is starting to get possessive of her, knowing Caracalla would strike her if the chance came up. Also knowing he didn’t trust her working with other scandals going on.

Macrinus came to the door and he was let in by the guards. Sabina felt rage through her. She was surprised that he wanted to see her as he was pushing execution for her father, a figure of justice. He came in with bright colored robes on and looked at Sabina in her state.

“You look terrible Emperess.” He remarked as the door closed.

“You proditor!” Her voice was soft but a warning to him. Macrinus immediately put his hands up at her.

“Your father did this to himself. He wasn’t playing the game right to get the senate in. Besides…” He paused for a moment as he sat down on the couch. “I didn’t want the senate to take over.”

Sabina refused to sit next to him. There was another scheme, and he played her so well. Her eyes moved to her husband’s blade by the nightstand. Macrinus chuckled.

“I am not trying to put harm onto you Sabina, heroine of Rome. I need you to listen to me. Forget about what you and your father speak of the senate. Think about what could happen if there was a different ruler all on their own.” He flashed a smile on his face.

Sabina knew where he was getting at. He wanted her to take over. He mentioned it before, and even she knows that is a terrible idea. She couldn’t bring herself to do this.

“I can’t do that you speak of treason,”

“Something you already have done and got away with.” Macrinus added.

Sabina’s eyes grew wide, looking at him. “Never, I can’t do that to my husband.”

He reached to grab her hand. His fingers slowly rested onto her palm. “Your husband doesn’t respect you. He used you for acceptance of the people of Rome and doesn’t consider your feelings.”

Sabina pushes her hand away at him and glared at him angrily. “I had used him for his fortune as well, but he has changed slowly. He has more growth especially when it comes to the games but ….”

“He will never change fully Sabina. You need to take over and rule. We must take down the brothers. I can guide you, help you by being higher than some grand advisor….” His voice purred almost like a cat. He was trying to get closer to her. “I have come to get my debt repaid….”

“You didn’t reach your end of the bargain.”

“ Yes, I did. I told you when there wouldn’t be any guards around.” He grinned widely as he pulled out a small silver blade encrusted with rubies. “I want you to end your husband’s life. I will take care of Caracalla. I would but….”

Sabina couldn’t hear anymore of this. She let out a piercing scream that got the guards to run into the room. They stared at her in shock as Macrinus dropped the blade right in front of them. It didn’t take long for them to realise that the Emperess was in trouble.

“Step away from the Emperess, Macrinus!” A guard commanded.

“But I didn’t, I….” Macrinus tried to reason with the guards before being grabbed by them.

Sabina knew that it was wrong, and it looked different on the guards part. However, they needed to know what was going on.

“He wants to kill the Emperors… I….”

She watched the guards drop Macrinus. Her heart stopped as Macrinus’s grin grew even wider as the guards closed the doors behind them.

“Don’t think you realised how powerful I am until now, didn’t you Emperess? I always get what I want and now there are three pawns in my way.” He slid behind Sabina and grabbed her shoulders. He leant behind her ear. “Your husband, his brother and you. Sabina, your not going to be a problem in my plan, right?”.

There was silence as Sabina heard her heartbeat in her ears. She was all alone in this. The guards were on Macrinus’s side and her father, Lucillia and Lucius are far away. She could pray for help from her mother, but what if there is no answer?

Macrinus put a blade in her hand and gripped her hand tightly. “You and I are going to do this, regardless of if you like it or not. Rome needs this, they need us.” He walked out of the room afterwords, leaving Sabina to her thoughts.

The shock in her system was too much as her thoughts began to wonder. She can’t draw blood from her husband’s neck for the good of Rome. Was this the choice that her mother warned her about. The one before was just a test? Her eyes stared at the weapon as her lip trembled.

She can’t do this.

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meli-writes · 7 months ago

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Mechismo - No. 7 /// Payload

(Read on AO3) /// (First) / (Previous)

/// CW: light peril and implied threat of sexual assault. ///

"Nah, this is too good to be true," the merc-rebel-something mutters. She turns, twiddling the combat knife in her hand and stopping only to point it at you. "You wanna tell me what trap i've walked into, sweetheart?"

You eye the databox, stuffed with weeks and months of upcoming junta plans; and more besides. Enough intel to butcher hundreds of their bootlickers, least until they figure out they're compromised.

"I have it — for my own reasons," you taunt like the bellow of rotten, felled tree. "Making my mark, if you have to know."

"Is daddy-dictator's special girl staging a rebellious phase in her twenties?" the merc mocks. "Smuggle a bunch of data to what? Sell for tattoo money?"

You didn't plan an answer for a question like this, and it's hard not to just gawk and fumble at your cuffs.

"Maybe — if it's not a trap — the intel lasts a week," she continues. And besides that, you urge in your own head. "That's the only part with access dates in years. Rest is outdated crap."

"W-what do you—"

You shut your mouth when she stalks up, lifts your chin with the little blade's point with just enough force to dip it in red.

"You living out some little fantasy right now?" she asks, as much curioused as annoyed. "Because I really think that'd be a mistake."

It takes a lot not squeal. "I-I'm a valuable hostage, my family will pay well."

"They will," the merc muses, "and I think you knew that." In a glance she's seen right through, smiles at the confirmation you haven't realised you just gave away. "You leaked your convoy's route didn't you? Playing hero. Thinking you're gonna make us a pretty penny and then waddle back to your parties and soirées."

You buck up above the point of the knife, "You think I like being around them? They're monsters. And I have to pretend to be one, and you have no idea what that does to you."

Her brow raised, she stays quiet, listens.

"But i stood up, just like you did. I'm doing what I can."

And she laughs.

"Ah-hahaha! Oh saints, how many years you been saving up that little speech, sweetheart? Or bleeding-heart I should say."

"Too many," you spit.

"Hmm. Good answer," she smirks, putting a hand on your shoulder and hoisting you towards her own mech. "You're staying restrained."

"B-but i'm helping you!" you gasp.

"Your round ass for ransom helps me — you don't," she makes clear, enunciating it with a squeeze that presses into your collarbone. "And I don't trust you, so i'm not interested in giving you the chance to try anything. Don't think I haven't killed prettier things than you.

Don't think I regretted it either."

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The merc bags your head first. Stuffs a mule-bit in your mouth overtop of it, so you're forced to swallow the loose fibres under your teeth as you gnaw on it in cortisol and pothole-induced chatters.

This isn't the edible part of the plant. You remember a 'land exchange ceremony' where you had to a drink a thick, green bowl of its stewed leaves and were sure the locals were making a joke about how bitter it was. You vomited it out-of-sight, sure your father would fucking shoot one of them if he saw it. Mostly because you hated the sound. the loud screech, and the crying after. The palace was far enough away to forget that was just part of the production process here.

Jute. It's called jute, you remember. 11.768MG from this entire continent, and about half of what it's allowed to produce. The other is raw minerals, shipped without care to the extra weight because it makes sure there's nothing here worth rebelling over. Makes sure no one can make anything out of it processed.

That's the theory at least. Doesn't explain who's paying for her. She doesn't look like one of the locals, like the people she pulls your hood off to, after 4 hours of trying not to vomit again as you rattled about in her scout mech's storage bin.

"Now youse believe me? Little Miss Junta, out of daddy's palace for a stroll in her smoking convoy," the merc purrs.

Her hand slips over your shoulder, through your heat-fucked hair and over your cheek, where the yanking of the bag has scratched a peace garden into the tear-stained makeup under your still-blinking eyes.

You stumble, lose your footing but only fall an inch as another hand sinks into your gut. It reminds you of one of those tree-cutting attachments, used for clearing land for plantation.

"There there, I got you sweetheart" she murmurs mockingly, slipping the bit back in before you can say—

You're not sure what you should.

You don't know these people. But it's hard to meet their stares for more than a moment, slash-and-burn fires in their eyes. The fires that throw up smoke you can see from a hundred miles away from behind ten layers of razorwire and a line of autogun implacements. Where this plan felt much more predictable.

You're not sure if you want her to explain it either.

She knows better, you're sure. The longer you've spent on this world has only made you feel like you know less and less.

"You waiting for a fucking bonus? A round of applause, perhaps?" one of them asks, an officer — or leader, if that sort of formality doesn't match. His pushed-back chair scrapes across the floor, pushing aside rotting fibres strewn across it. "You're paid for each contracted period; 50% at start, 50% at end, that's it."

"Can start with telling your man to fix my piece," your captor demands, or offers. It's hard to tell. One of the men at the table seems to hover around throwing his cards down. "There's a lot of dead men to clean out of the toe pads."

The 'officer' doesn't signal the sitting man to move. "You'll go with him then, yeah?" he asks.

Your eyes are adjusting now. It's only a moment before they've locked with his. You can't tell what your captor is doing but she's not moving either. He continues, "She can stay—"

"You're forgetting Section 16. Exceptional duties," she interrupts. "Think i'm at least due for a cut on the ransom. Besides, you're getting her databox for free. There's months worth of good intel there."

There's not. She said—

"It's free because it's useless to you." Unlike you. He circles the table, his hand hovering over loaded guns and dice. Maybe the merc is more predictable than them. Profit-motive alone is a little more... clean. "You radio'd that the convoy looked underarmed but normal. And you chose to engage it while on regular patrol, right?"

"Yeah," the merc grits past your ear, like the speckled concrete chips that have clawed under your dress from being made to crawl in them.

"Then it's not exceptional. Doesn't matter who the fuck she is." He's standing in front of you both now, taller. "Now show-and-tells over. You can supervise repairs while i look over my intake."

Your gut's squished a bit tighter. "And leave you here with her?"

It all clicks a little too quickly, and a little too late.

The officer's hand wraps around the little of your arm that shows in front, still drawn behind to raw wrists in junta cuffs. His thumb presses till your flesh turns whiter than it already is.

He leans over to whisper it in the merc's ear, "the fuck you think we're going to do?"

She yanks you back, head bouncing between pilot-suited tits. "Kidnapping her is escalation. That's Section 33, escalated scenarios, which means anything routine activity from here counts as Section 16," she non-answers. The words cock in her mouth like a loaded gun that hasn't fired yet.

It's just profit-motive. That's all it is. All it is. Your ransom must be worth a dozen of her contracts. She must figure they're testing to see if they can cut her out—

"You knew where to grab her!" the officer shouts. The less-drunk half of the table scrambles to their feet, but no one's armed just yet. You try to keep still, pretend like somehow he won't notice you're there even as he's screaming about you. "How long have i been paying you? trusting you? All that fucking risk. So why're you pulling this, huh? Wanna tell me what's going on? Don't think i didn't see the same stupid tip--"

"Hey! Merc-bitch," the table pipes up, the more-drunk half of it, with few chips and a lot more bottles where he's sitting. "You wanna piss off and let princess play with her new daddies?"

This one's looking at you. It's worse than hate, and twists at whatever face you're making. You can't even tell. Stupid passenger in your own— what? What is this now? Own body except not anymore. Your own plan except it's the merc's now.

Your own punishment?

Hh you are so fucking stupid. 'Your' punishment. Ha! Except your father will do so much worse than just shoot someone for bad leaf soup. The humiliation of it. His own daughter. Almost as bad as stealing one of the tin medals off his chest. If he could keep count of those either. Stupid as he is. And now without autoguns and razorwire and razorwire and more-fucking-razorwire to compensate.

Your merc's wrapping you closer, till your heels start to fall off. You don't even realise how much you were moving till you're forced to stop.

The officer's in his table-piper's face, pied with alcoholic blush, "Shut. The fuck. Up."

He's just trying to control the situation too. Yeah. You're the fucking bad guy here. Daddy's done what they're just joking about. Joking. Because you're the bad guy. You deserve a little of the risk for once.

"I'm just saying—"

"Just stop saying."

"Let me handle her," your merc offers, firm enough to make it obvious it isn't one.

She's pulling you more into her side, hand on your hip in a show of clamatory suggestiveness. She's less risk. You still want less risk.

"It can be payment for 16," she continues. This doesn't help her and now you're leaning into her. Her voice lilts a bit louder, "And if she needs a daddy, i've given her some guidance already."

You can her scar-splitting smile through the corner of your eye. You've seen enough smiles at those fancy balls to spot the bullshit ones, and spot the way she scans for if her comment satisfied or not.

You play your part and whimper.

Pitched just like your empty shell of a prop boyfriend likes and doesn't question. A fear that swirls with pleasure, water down the oil cap of an engine. She squeezes your hip bone in response, and you cow. There's still plenty of room to ruin this even as a prop yourself.

"You stays on your side of the camp," the officer finally says. "Keep her locked down, not my fault if she gets out." He sidles in closer one last time. "Keep her quiet. Not my problem if someone else gets in."

You know what you'd said now. Between the bit and her legs if you have to.

I promise you won't regret this. I promise I promise I—

All she says is, "let me know when you've got a line," and turns, "come on sweetheart. I wanna hear you say daddy."

You'll say that too.

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(Masterpost) / (Next)

#7.5 minute read #meli-val.rtf #meli-val.doc #scifi #mechsploitation #mechismo

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slytherheign · 2 years ago

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DAYLIGHT | charles leclerc

PART 2/3 OF LOVER: THE TRILOGY.

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

SUMMARY: amidst the dark nights, you find that one glimmer of hope—the light that shines and the one who stays. it’s morning now, and you only see daylight.

WARNINGS: angst, hate, cheating (past relationship), doubts, and hints of smut. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. dedicated to @paperplane93, i hope you’re having a great day!

DESTINATION: Sweet Street | GO TO TRILOGY MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

Love was as cruel as the cities you lived in.

It was a journey you'd been on countless times before, but each time, it seemed to slip through your fingers like sand, leaving you feeling like shattered glass. Past relationships have taught you bittersweet lessons, dousing the flames of hope and leaving behind a trail of broken dreams.

Everyone looked worse in the light—everyone, including you. The town’s kind, innocent, smart, pretty little girl who turned into a rebel once she packed her bags, left the door, and stepped into the light given by the outside.

There were so many lines you have crossed unforgiven. You left everything behind and never looked back as if you didn’t care. Your old friends and your family have finally called, you answered them but once they said what they wanted to say, you ended the calls and blocked them all. The conversation was always the same anyway—them trying to convince you to come back and warning you that what you were doing would lead to failure.

There was also someone you loved before Charles, someone you loved truly and sacrificed a lot for. It didn’t end well when you saw him kissing your old best friend. He apologized and begged for your forgiveness, and because you loved him so much, you gave him another chance. It took you a long while to realize he was blinding you with lies. When you caught him cheating again, you ran away, never to turn back to him ever again. The luck of the draw only draws the unlucky. And so, you became the butt of the joke.

You were mocked for your naive gambles, ridiculed for your missteps, and left with a haunting regret that you wounded the good and trusted the wicked. It seemed as though every step you took to clear the air, to make things right, only lured you further into the haze of smoke, choking you with the consequences of your choices. You have moved on from your past, never wanting to remember it again. The only thing you took with you were the memories and lessons of your mother you held dear. Your mother would be so mad if she knew you were choosing to forget where you came from, but it was what you needed to do if you wanted to be free. In clearing the air, you breathed in the smoke.

You believed that love was a journey, a rollercoaster of emotions, where the highs were exhilarating and the lows were heart-wrenching. But as time passed, the uncertainties crept in, weaving doubts within your mind like persistent cobwebs. You began to question if love was nothing more than a shimmering illusion teasing you from a distance.

You've mourned over shattered hopes and dreams, clinging to the emotional debris of past relationships. Each heartbreak left you more hesitant, more fearful of falling again. You became convinced that love was a game of chance, an unwinnable lottery that mocked your attempts at finding happiness.

But then, just when you had resigned yourself to a life of solitude, someone unexpectedly entered your life. His name was Charles, and he carried a light that danced within his eyes—a light that you hadn't seen in years.

You didn't want to look at anything else now that you saw him.

His presence illuminated the shadows within you—dissolving your doubts and fears. He saw beyond your scars and unraveled the tapestry of your soul. His patience and understanding breathed life into your broken spirit, assuring you that love could be different this time.

Slowly but surely, Charles guided you through the remnants of past hurt, showing you that vulnerability wasn't synonymous with weakness. Together, you wove a delicate tapestry of trust, honesty, and shared dreams. With each passing day, the walls you had built around your heart crumbled and exposed your true self to him.

In his arms, you discovered a love that was both gentle and fierce, a love that healed past wounds and ignited a sense of hope within you. He listened, truly listened, to the tremors of your heart, and matched them with his own desires. Your love wasn't perfect—no love ever was—but it was real and authentic.

You didn't want to think of anything else now that you thought of him.

With Charles, the idea of true love shifted in your mind. It was no longer an unattainable fantasy but a tangible reality—a reality that blossomed when two souls found solace in each other's embrace. He reminded you that your worthiness of love wasn't determined by your past failures but by the relentless hope you held within.

Through him, you learned that true love isn't a fluke or a mere stroke of luck. It was a conscious choice, an endless commitment to nurture and cherish a connection beyond what society deemed acceptable.

You'd been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night.

In the past, you've allowed your vision to become clouded by the remnants of failed connections and relationships. You wandered the murky path of love with blinders on, seeking validation and approval from old friends and family. You desperately tried to fit into molds that suffocated you.

And now you saw daylight.

With Charles, everything felt different. His arrival into your life was like the first rays of sunlight after a long and relentless storm. You realized that all the heartbreaks and disappointments were not indicators of your worth. They were simply stepping stones, guiding you towards something that rose above anything you've ever experienced.

You've stormed out of every single room in your old town, left it without even saying goodbye. And you knew he wasn't perfect too. He had a past full of pain and losses. He made his career his focus, because every time he was racing, the voices in his head were drowned out by the noise of his car. He ran with the wolves and refused to settle down.

You found solace, understanding, and acceptance with each other. The dark nights were over the moment you found him and he found you. You threw out your cloaks and your daggers because it was morning now. It was brighter now.

You were laughing so hard as Charles tickled your stomach. He pressed kisses to your neck down to your chest to where your heart was. He looked up at you, his eyes full of love and desire.

“Can I have you tonight, chérie?” he asked.

You nodded, eyes mirroring the desire in his. “You can have me any day and any night.”

You could see it all.

All of him, all of you, intertwined.

You once believed love would be black and white.

But it was golden.

“I love you,” he said in between his breaths. His forehead touched yours, a hand caressing your cheek as you both danced to a rhythm of love.

You opened your eyes to stare at his. “I love you too, Charles.”

You could see it all in your head.

Back and forth from Monaco, sneaking into his bed.

You once believed love would be burning red.

But it was golden like daylight.

It was morning now. It was brighter, it was better, and it was worth the 20-year dark night you experienced before. You were learning and growing together. He defined you by the things you loved, not by the things you were afraid of or the things that haunted you in the middle of the night. For him, you were what you loved.

You were only seeing daylight.

And it was him.

It was Charles.

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charles_leclerc Happy 2nd year anniversary, my daylight. @yourusername

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pierregasly a hard launch, finally

leclercsainz HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN PIERRE

pierregasly a couple months after they met

leclercsainz WHAT

cl16lover I JUST WOKE UP HELP

redleclerc NO CAUSE SAME

chilisainz CHARLES HARD LAUNCHING A SECRET 2 YEAR RELATIONSHIP WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD

forzaferrari i’m more surprised he was able to keep a secret this long tbh

chewie1644 MY DAYLIGHT EXCUSE ME GOODBYE

chilisainz fr i need someone to call me their daylight too

c2defender WHO IS THE GIRL

leclover someone on twitter posted a thread about her and it’s not looking good, yikes

c2defender omg why?

leclover apparently she abandoned her family or something

lestappensz yall should check the twitter thread about her

carlossaints drop the @ bestie

lestappensz i think it’s @charlesleclairs

simplylovely stop we don’t even know if any of those things are true

lestappensz girl i’m pretty sure her brother commented and confirmed everything was true

charlesleclairs LEAVE HER BEFORE SHE LEAVES YOU LIKE SHE LEFT HER FAMILY

You stepped into the daylight and let it all go.

The sky was painted with hues of hope, and your hearts were filled with a newfound understanding.

You just hoped the afterglow would be the same.

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FORMULA ONE TAGLIST: @dreamingofautopia @lpab @matildrry @fangirl125reader @tall-tanned-tattoo @aundercover @stevesworld9 @princessria127

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