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cwritesforfun · 2 months ago

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please please please i beg you write another Emma Darcy x Fem!reader pleeeeeeasssee

Emma D'Arcy x Fem!Reader: Fake Dating

You work as an actress as well. You were Alicent in House of Dragon.

Prompt idea from @prompts-of-the-pond - “I’m auditioning next month for the love interest of a new movie they’re making, but I’ve never been in a relationship… Can you tell me what it’s like? Or, actually, show me, it’ll be easier.”

Y/N = Your Name using She/Her/Hers pronouns Emma's pronouns are They/Them ** I do not own any House of Dragon plot points briefly mentioned

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Y/N's POV

You call Emma.

((Start of conversation)) Y/N - Heyyyyy Emma - Hi are you drunk? Y/N - No and you took forever to respond. Emma - What? I answered immediately. What are you drinking? Y/N - A whiskey neat. It's not usually what I drink, but I needed a drink tonight and it was all I could find in my house. I don't even know whose it is. Emma - Haha are you going to be sober for our interview tomorrow? Y/N- Yes of course. I know how to hydrate. Water water water! All anyone talks about is water. Emma - You crack me up. Why did you call? Y/N - Wanted to hear your voice. Emma - Ok well I'm actually busy, but I can call later to talk more. Y/N - No, I'm fine. Bye. ((End of conversation))

You fall asleep immediately after.

Your interviews with Emma for House of the Dragon are borderline flirty every single time. You've thought about asking them out, but you're worried about what would happen if season 3 happened, and what if you didn't work out? It's messing with your head to think about dating your co-worker. Not to mention, you drank too much last night and it went to your head. You have a major hangover and are struggling.

The next day, you finish making a home-cooked dinner and pour yourself a glass of wine. Emma arrives on time and is excited for the dinner.

Emma asks, "So what's the occasion?" You answer, "I had something to run by you. It's kind of help for an upcoming role." Emma asks, "Oh and you need my help? You're more than capable of anything you put your mind to. You don't need my help." You reply, "Thank you, but no. I’m auditioning next month for the love interest of a new movie they’re making, but I’ve never been in a relationship… Can you tell me what it’s like?" Emma asks, "You've never been in a relationship?" You answer, "No, I mean I've made out with plenty of people at parties and been on a couple of dates. But, I just thought of it as something fun that happened for a day or a night. None of them felt long-term." Emma asks, "You say people, so you're into everyone?" You answer, "Yeah, I'm pansexual and like just about everybody, except for jerks." Emma laughs and says, "I can show you what it's like to be in a relationship, it’ll be easier.” You ask, "What do you mean?" Emma answers, "I mean, we take each other out on dates and we act like a couple. It'll be good for me too. I haven't dated a woman in a while and I already like you, so it'll be easy for me." You reply, "I like you too. I just don't want to ruin our friendship because we still work together, especially with the renewal for the next season." Emma replies, "Every great romantic relationship is based on a friendship." You reply, "Ok. So what do we do now?" Emma answers, "Now, we enjoy a nice meal together and maybe watch a movie then we see where the night takes us."

You spend the next month going on dates and you feel yourself starting to fall for Emma.

You're watching TV when you hear someone knock at your door. You open the door to see Emma standing with roses and dressed very sexily. Emma exclaims, "They’re offering a free bottle of wine to couples on Valentine’s Day. I made us reservations for 2 hours from now. Get dressed. We need to leave in 30 minutes to make it." You nod and Emma follows you to the bedroom. You show Emma outfit options and they decide on the outfit that matches theirs.

You arrive at a restaurant that overlooks the valley and its sunset. How did Emma score this prime space on Valentine's Day? OMG! The waiter walks up and exclaims, "Welcome lovely couple. We're running a special promotion for those who booked a month ago to receive a free bottle of Chardonnay wine to thank you for booking early. May I pour you both a glass?" A MONTH AGO?!?! You nod and Emma answers, "Yes for both of us, thank you." The waiter tells you the special menu and then they bring out the appetizer.

Emma asks, "Hey Y/N, you went silent when we got here. What's going on in that pretty brain of yours?" You answer, "Um first off, the location is beautiful and this is so perfect at sunset. And second, the waiter said you booked a month ago. Did you mean to take me here or did you mean to take someone else? I'm so sorry if you couldn't bring who you wanted to this because it's truly spectacular." Emma places their hand on yours before saying, "I like this spot too. I came here once with my parents, but we didn't get to sit by the window... I made the reservation right after you asked me to date you to help you with your role. I knew this holiday would fall within the month, so I knew you had to experience Valentine's Day as my girlfriend... I did want to bring you here. I don't want to be here with anyone else." You reply, "Ok uh cool. Thanks then." Emma nods and smiles.

Emma drops you home after your dinner and you go back to study your lines for your audition. It's tomorrow.

Emma drives you to your audition because you're way too nervous to drive right now. Emma tells you that they'll be at the coffee shop across the street until you're done.

You wait your turn for your audition and it comes pretty quickly. You walk in, deliver your dialogue, and then they ask you to read with one of your character's prospective love interests. So you do. You think it went well.

Emma takes you out to eat afterward and then you decide to go back to your place where you both spend some time in bed.

You keep dating... you start to fall even more in love with Emma. More days and weeks pass...

You're sitting eating lunch at Emma's place when you get a call from your agent, which you answer and you get the role of the love interest.

You stand up and start jumping around. Emma asks, "What is this about?" You put your hands on either side of Emma's head and exclaim, "I did it! I got the role of the love interest! You helped me get the role! Thank you!" Emma asks, "So we're done dating now, is that it? It was all just for the audition?" You move your hands to Emma's and answer, "No no no. I don't want to stop dating you. I want to keep being your girlfriend who is falling madly and deeply in love with you, Emma D'Arcy." Emma smiles and asks, "Are you being serious?" You answer, "I've been falling for weeks. You're everything I could have ever dreamed of as a partner." Emma kisses your cheek and says, "I'm falling ... what did you say? Oh yeah, I'm falling madly and deeply in love with you, Y/N." You smile and you both kiss.

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#emma d'arcy x reader #emma d'arcy #house of the dragon alicent #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen

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blacktofade · 8 months ago

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Gemtho Fortnight Day 12

Prompt: Gemtho prompt where Gem is visiting a friend in another province and they go out clubbing and she ends up at a glory hole. She recognizes Etho's voice when he starts talking to her from the other side, not knowing it's her. :)) or. Some variation of that idk I trust you.

cw: rpf, public sex, nsfw

It’s quieter than she expects, the thudding of music from the rest of the club easily ignorable as she sinks to her knees on the mat beside the wall.

There’s a green light beside her, signaling she’s not alone, as much as it might feel like it, and she carefully flips the switch that will let them know she’s ready too.

It takes a moment, but eventually she hears someone shifting on the other side of the wall, and slowly, a cock slips through the hole between them.

It’s hard, the tip wet, as though they’ve been touching themself, waiting for someone like Gem to show up, and Gem’s mouth waters. She doesn’t do this often — at least not when she’s home, only when she’s visiting friends in another province — and she’s been thinking about it all day.

Without warning, she laps at the tip, enjoying the way the man groans, the wall thudding as though he’s jammed his hand against it. She smiles when she takes him in her grip, stroking slowly, admiring the way his foreskin shifts as she moves.

It’s too dry to jerk him off properly, but he doesn’t appear to mind, even rocks forward the best he can, like he’s trying to get more.

She doesn’t make him wait, just leans in, slipping him between her lips and enjoying the noise he makes in response. He seems easy, and she likes that.

She takes him deeper, holding him near the base, working at him, quick and easy. When she rolls her tongue against the underside, he groans loudly.

She doesn’t expect it when he says, “You’re good at that.”

She breaks rhythm, partway choking herself as she accidentally takes him too deep, and he moans again. It sounds — it can’t be, but for some reason his voice sounds exactly like Etho’s.

She pulls off, jerking him with her hand, the motion eased by her own saliva, and she needs to hear him speak again. There’s no way it’s actually him, but she can’t unhear it now.

She moans before she can stop herself, the thought of Etho on the other side of the wall too much for her to think about. She wonders if he’d be easy too. If he’d pant and try his best to fuck into her mouth through the hole, if he’d beg for her to make him come.

They could do it — Etho could stay anonymous and Gem would get to fantasize about the weight of him on her tongue for the rest of her life.

She leans back, spitting on the tip of his dick before continuing to stroke him, and his cock twitches, clearly enjoying it.

Without warning, she lets go of him completely, too curious for her own good. But it works, because the man moans in clear disappointment.

“Please,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

The accent, the intonation — it all sounds like Etho and she blinks at his dick, wondering if that’s the most she’ll ever see of him.

“Are you still there?” he asks after a moment, and Gem shifts into action, stroking him again with a renewed interest.

If it’s actually Etho, she wants to give him an orgasm he’ll never forget.

He moans loudly and the noise bounces around in her mind, and she knows she’ll think about it later with a hand between her legs.

She lets him hit the back of her throat, swallowing around him, using her enthusiasm to her advantage, and he gets louder. She works at him with her lips and tongue, needing more, wanting him to fill her mouth with his taste.

“I’m close,” he warns, not that it deters her. She knows exactly where she wants him to come.

When he does, it’s with another loud groan, his cock twitching as he spurts across her tongue. She immediately swallows, licking at him gently, wanting more and earning a couple of extra dribbles for her efforts.

Eventually, he hisses, starting to pull back, and she makes a noise of regret, but lets him go.

She wipes at her mouth with the back of her arm, wondering how often he visits this club, if she’d be able to find him again before she travels home. The chances are slim, probably nonexistent.

She can’t just let him slip away, though. She won’t be able to stop thinking about it, what could have been.

“Is that you, Etho?” she asks, unable to hold herself back, and the silence is deafening as she waits.

The worst that can happen is the guy will say no, or ask what she’s talking about. Though maybe the worst will actually be that it’s him, and they’ll both have to live with this.

She bites at her bottom lip, folding her sticky hands in her lap.

The voice that comes back is weak, barely audible.

“Gem?” he asks and Gem’s eyes widen.

#gemtho fortnight #fic

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ray935sworld · 5 months ago

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The right kind of comfort

This story is based on a very funny post by @yeastinfectionvale that I took a little to serious. I may have misunderstood the assignement and my brain came up with this story so... I hope you enjoy it anyway!

And shout-out to @hotmessmaxpress for explaining to me how to do the under the cut post. Thanks again.

Summary: Bez crashed in Assen and gets his d sucked by Valentino Rossi. But is that really what he needs or who he needs? (Hint Bez x Marc at the end) 3.4k words

Don't like it, don't read it. Continues under the cut and on AO3.

Story includes a negative self-view while dealing with insecurites. Please don't read if this may trigger you

A DNF. Another fucking DNF after Le mans. He had one podium back in Jerez and beside that had to be grateful to even have made it to P6. He had to get used to P14, P11 and P13. And he was regular outscored by his teammate. The year before Bez already had 2 wins before Assen and had lead the championship for 2 races. Now he was lucky to get points. He was fighting against Raul Fernandez in the championship standings for P11, with just 6 points separating them. If he had known that when he was 3rd last year, he probably would have laughed in disbelief.

What had happened? What had happened to him? Why had his performance suddenly drop drastically when he was still working hard? He was still trying his best. Now it was his cursed reality. He was doing everything. He put in the work to figure out what his problem was but it ended up being worthless. Whenever he thought he had made progress, he got in the race and messed up. Every time.

With more self-doubt than ever, he headed back to the garage. Technically his bike was still running and he wasn’t hurt – beside his pride. But he knew if he continue, he would just damage the bike further and he didn’t had to put his mechanics through the troubles. So he went back, keeping his head low. He tried not to face them.

His mind was screaming at him. They were disappointed in him. They had to. He kept messing up their hard work. He didn’t deserve being part of the team or even being in MotoGP. He should just go back home and beg his father to give him a job in his shop. He could hide in shame in the back and work on some cars, never to be seen again. Maybe that wasn’t the worst idea after all. No more cameras, nasty comments and he wouldn’t disappoint everyone the way he does now.

He felt random hands on his shoulders, trying to encourage him. Fake. Someone told him it was okay. It wasn’t. They said that he was just struggling. He’d soon make his comeback and show them what he is really able to do. Lies. They didn’t actually believe he could do it. They didn’t thought he was a good rider. They didn’t believe in him. They just had to say it. After all, his action determined how their work was depicted. So if they fucked him up further, they would hurt their own career. Right? So they needed him to perform. And every basic psychology said that talking shit about someone who trust you was the worst thing to do.

He sat down for a moment. He pretended to listen to his mechanic, just nodding along but in reality, he was trying to down the voices in his head. Valentino Rossi – a god a motorcycle racing – had thought he was good enough to be trained by him. Maybe he was wrong. He had gave him a place in his team. Twice. For 5 years he was in one of his teams. And now he was messing up his last year with them. How he managed to secure that god damn Aprilia contract was still a mystery to him. He didn’t actually deserve it. He would disappoint them too. They wouldn’t renew his contract, maybe even replace him during the season and he wouldn’t find another bike cause no one was as stupid to give him a chance. Not when so many talents were currently competing and already knowing on the door from Moto2 and Moto3. HE wanted to cry at the thought of having to give his dream up that early. After only a few seasons in MotoGP, he’d be forced out. He wanted to cry. He felt tears in his eyes and just as he was about to wipe them away he heard his head mechanic say “I think you should get changed and take a break. We will have a debrief later and talk about how to improve. Alright, Marco?”

He nodded. He wasn’t of any use anyway. He couldn’t even handle a debrief right now. How was he supposed to handle a bike?

He somehow ended up in his motorhome. He didn’t really remember the way there, just that he had hurried and did everything not to be seen. Luckily most people where watching the race so he could easily slip away.

He opened the door and the first thing he felt was the way his heart broke. He felt it deep in his chest. His tears started flowing and he pressed his back to the door. A sob left his lungs. He was crying and he wished he wouldn’t know whose hand it was when someone lifted his chin. But he knew.

He didn’t had to know to recognize how the skin felt on his. He looked up. He didn’t want to. “That was a stupid one” his mentor whispered. He almost cried harder but instead forced a laugh. “At least I’m young enough to actually compete” he shot back.

He couldn’t pinpoint the moment when he had started to cover up being hurt by attacking back. Maybe he had just started to copy his behaviour on track to off track. He really just wanted to break down and cry but right now, with Vale’s hand on his cheek, there was no way out. He could push him back and ran of course. Vale certainly wouldn’t stop him. But why would he? Wasn’t that man in front of him his gay awakening, the one he had jerked off when he was a teenager. Wasn’t he everything he wanted in moments like this?

It’s not like he had lost his looks since Bez was 17. He was still hot. Probably even hotter. And an orgasm was a good way to get ride of his thoughts.

“At least I was actually able to compete” The words felt like a knife was pushed in an already open wound. So Vale truly didn’t believe he was able to compete at the top? He swallowed when he felt his until then closed legs been pushed apart.

He smiled while sitting down almost pressed against his crotch. His grin wasn’t the one that Marco was used to. It wasn’t the kind Vale smile he usually had when the academy was together at the ranch. It was the one that made him feel like he was nothing more than prey for a wild animal. Like there was no purpose for him other to get fucked right there and then, on the floor of his motorhome.

As if he had read his thought, Rossi put his hands on him. His finger tips started to touch the neck of his suit. He was playing with it. “But what you are currently doing… It’s just sad to watch” He felt tears return to his eyes and his mind racing. All the thoughts he had tried to get ride of were suddenly back again. They were stronger. “Pathetic… Fighting for… What was it? P14? P15?” His hand were on his suit. He felt them burning through the white leather. His left hand was holding his hip in place. His right hand was on his zipper. He opened it painfully slow.

Bez let out a whine. He didn’t enjoy this kind of intro. Of course he liked foreplay, but not in sticky cloth, when his body was full of sweat and he felt like he was starting to cry if he didn’t got distracted. And he needed hands on his naked body not on the fucking zipper. “One or two points while Digga is on the podium keeping Marquez behind him. And you fail to stick to those few spare points.” “I’m sorry” he forced himself to say. He looked up again. He stared at him, refusing to break the eye contact first. “I made a mistake, okay?! I’m sorry” he defended himself. His mind didn't got quieter. It got louder with each of his words.

Skilled fingers found their way under his leathers. “I know” he said, there was no love in his voice. No kindness. No comfort, not real one. “And I know you wanna do better” “I… I do” That’s how it regularly went. “It’s just frustrating and I feel so-“

Vale’s fingers felt burning hot on his already warm skin. He pushed the material away from his shoulder and his lips silenced him. Kissing Valentino had long lost the feeling of unfamiliarity and strangeness. Back in 2022, it was an unusual, somehow excited feeling to be noticed like that by someone like him. Now that the hero bliss had worn off a little more – after seeing him naked and getting fucked by him regularly. The need to get ride of his thought was more dominant now. And there was no better way than this… Right? So why push him away? He smiled.

Instead he closed his eyes. He knew it wasn’t what he really needed but it was close enough. So he finally shut his mind up when he felt Vale’s hand in his hair. It glided over a pat of his forehand and buried itself in his curls. He felt his nails tear in his scalp. He moaned in the kiss at the sensation. Vale grabbed a big hand of curls at the back of his head and used it to pull his head back. At the same time his other hand added pressure to his still clothed dick.

Their lips parted with a needy sound. Bez heard an unplaceable sound leave his lips when he obligated Vale’s gesture and let his head fall back. He felt the wall of his motorhome against his head and it reminded him that they were still on the floor. Not that he cared. Not when he felt Vale kissing his throat. Once. Twice. Three times. Then the other side. One. Two… Three. Then he moved to his chest. For a moment he kissed his ribcage. He barely felt it. It was just a short, light kiss on his skin.

“Va-Vale-“ he didn’t even know himself what he was about to ask. “Mmmh?” “Please” he whined in a high voice. He felt needy. An embarrassing red colour painted his cheeks. “Awe” Vale mocked him. His chin hit the abs of the younger one as he looked up. He had put his head on his stomach to smile at him. “Don’t worry” His smile was not as cold as before. Instead there was a fire. Like he was playing a game and knew he was winning. “I got you, Marco. Don’t I? You’ll be a very, very good boy for me and let me take care of you so you can perform again”

He spoke his name so softly that Bez felt a sense of pride rise. He quickly nodded. Yes. Yes, he wanted that. He needed to be taken care of so he could perform again. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe the thing between them wasn’t as cold as he thought. Maybe there was passion and this whole foreplay was just how Vale was. Maybe he liked it. Bez could deal with it. No problem.

Vale’s hands had by now left his hair and were wandering over his body. He caressed his skin like it was treasure. “Oh Marco, you’re still so beautiful” he whispered.

He quickly grabbed his hips, like he was afraid he would run away or leave as if this was now an option. Bez felt the heat between his legs grow. Blood was rushing south way faster now that the older man’s hands were close to the remaining leathers. He felt himself getting hard. It was uncomfortable against his clothes and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Not that he really needed to. After all this was exactly why they were there.

“I want you” The retired rider whispered as he pushed the material away from his hips. His naked ass hit the cold floor. For a second if was uncomfortable but Bez made a sound of agreement and quickly kicked everything away from them. Vale could have said anything. With his hands basically on his now exposed cock, he would agree to everything. It felt good to be desired even though it's just in a weird way that he didn't even truly understand. But he didn’t care. He came back, every time and accepted greedily whatever he was willing to give him. He took anything. He wouldn't deny the pleasure his mentor brought him for anything.

He wanted to feel his hands on him, like he did right now. He needed to feel him grabbing his thighs. It was close to being violent. He pushed in the skin and buried his fingers in there for a moment. Marco moaned. He knew his skin was probably turning red, stained with the pressure. Pain and pleasure mixed and his neglected cock stood up for attention. There was a little bit of pre-cum leaking to prove his excitement.

He was no longer thinking. Desire took over and his hands grabbed Valentino. He felt his neck and pulled him closer. He hungryly kissed him. He wanted to feel his lips on his. He wanted to feel his body against his. He wanted to feel his skin on his and pretend just for a moment that this was real. That they were real. That there was hope. That those two had future together even though he wasn't even really sure if he wanted said future not that this was a concern for him at the moment. After all, all he wanted right now was there. He wanted a release. And the one willing to give him the release he needed was his hero Valentino Rossi. He was in front of him willing to fuck him stupid.

He felt his hand wandering down between his legs. Just for a moment he was carefully stroking his thighs. His mind was finally quiet. He could finally breathe. He could just enjoy the moment and that was all he wanted. He kissed his mentor and kissed him again while feeling the vibration leaving the older Italians chest. „How eager" he replied while starting to touch the tip of his cock.

Bez response followed with a needy whine that accidentally escaped his throat. He took it as an encouragement and rubbed the tip of his cock before suddenly leaning down. The rider felt his breath stop for a moment. He started at the dark hair that was now only a breath away. He could feel the breath of the older against the skin of his V-line. It somehow burned against his already hot skin.

There was no more hesitation. He put his hand on his head and tried pushing him towards his leaking dick. The next thing he knew he felt warm lips on the tip of his dick. Before he could even realise what was going on his whole cock was surrounded by heat and wetness. He almost screamed from the pleasure.

His lover sat a fast and unbroken speed. Clearly not his first time. Bez knew that. But now with his hand burried in Vale's hair, all he could do was moan his lovers name. He tried to control his breathing. He couldn't decide if having his eyes wide open or closed tight enough to see stars was the better option. His gronas formed words. "Vale! Va-Va-Fuck!"

He sucked him off and when he felt a familiar heat pool in his lower abdoman he let go of his head. Instead his hands now formed a fist and he pushed it against the ground. „I'm… I'm gonna… I'm gonna come! Fuck! Vale-!"

Then the sudden release hit him. The tension left his shoulders as he came. He didn't had the strength to continue to push himself against the wall so he didn't. He let go and breath. He was breathing heavily. He was trying to control it when he felt Vale's mouth leave his skin. He looked up. His eyes were tired but he could clearly see the smirk in the older man's face.

He had swallowed and was now getting ride of the last drops that were still in the corner of his mouth. „Better?" he asked and kneeled next to Bez. For a moment he hesitated but than quickly nodded. „Yes, thank you Vale." „Always" he whispered and kissed him. This time it was a soft one. Almost careful as if he wanted to apologize for being to rough earlier.

„Okay, the race should almost be over. I'll be heading back now and you should finally take a shower" he announced and stood up. Bez stared at him in disbelief. He had gotten used to the sudden end of their sessions. That didn't mean he liked it. “See you later, okay?”

Bez knew he couldn't expect anything different. It wasn't part of their arrangement. So he faked a smile. “Yeah, see- see you”

Vale didn't even looked back as he closed the door. The silent 'click' confirmed that he was now gone. He had left. Bez stared at the door. He imagined Vale was still standing there.“I just… I need someone and I don't want to be alone right now”

He buried his head against his knees. Emotions he couldn't place overcame him as he was cursing himself again.

That night he went out. Not with the academy or his team. They asked him to join but he politely declined. He wasn't in the mood, at least not for the popular, loud, straight club, they always went for. He now went to a different kind of club. More private. Less known. It was a messy one actually. The kind no one told you about. He preferred those one. Especially cause this one, was known to be a gay club.

So he sat down at the bar. He burried his head in one of the biggest hoddies he owned and looked around. He watched a young woman flirt with a slightly older one. Both laughing and sharing glances. They looked so in love. They looked happy and Bez wanted excatly that. He was on his 3rd drink when a voice behind him suddenly addressed him. For a moment he was annoyed. He had no interest in talking to a fan. He wanted to bury his Frust in alcohol.

“Sorry about your DNF. You really deserve better”

Confused he turned around. He knew this voice a little to well. He was meet with a shy smile. He smiled back. Maybe it was a reflex, the crippling loyalty or the alcohol. Probably a combination of all three. But he smiled back, a kind, real one.

“Sorry about your penalty. P10 after a fight like that was undeserved" he said and watched Marc Marquez smile.

#valentino rossi #marco bezzecchi #marc marquez #i got carried away #ray's writing #I got a way too detailed thought about how this story may continue and 0 time to actually write it #I only wrote this cause it was stuck in my head #I finally found a way to start a possible Bez x Marc story cause I wanted to write one but didn't found a good start #This was planned to have a differnt twist and I originally planned to make this crack but my brain doesn't like crack so have this instead #I wanted to write this funny and short now it got insecure and long #my apologies for any inaccurancies its my first time publishing smut and I didnt pay attention in biology #oh and im a lesbian so...#the right kind of comfort

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reggieblk · 10 months ago

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I want to hear about the cokewhore Tom AU! <3

aaaah thank you for asking !! <3

Cokewhore Tom is ... very dear to me. It's a collective work with @cindle-writes and @pinktom, as well as another friend who prefers to remain anonymous iirc (feel free to put anything you want about the fic in the reblogs btw). It has 5 parts, and should sit somewhere from 30-40k, and I need to finish it 😭 I actually don't know if I'm allowed to talk about this fic, I didn't run it by Cindle or Amelinda before including it in the tag game jdsbbd BUT you can have a snippet from part 1 which I wrote :

“Harry! It’s me!” The sound of someone talking on the other side of the door sent a renewed wave of dread throughout his body, but when, a second later, he recognised the voice, he deflated, irritation flaring through him. He marched over to the door and yanked it open, revealing a shivering, pale, thinly clad, Tom Riddle. “Tom,” Harry said, his annoyance clear in his voice, “what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want my neighbours to call the police?” “I don’t give a shit about that,” Tom snapped, teeth grinding as he scratched at his arm. “Go away,” Harry whispered, looking around at his neighbours’ doors compulsively. “Get the fuck away from my apartment.” “Please,” Tom said, reaching out to hold onto Harry’s sleeve, “please just—” “No,” Harry snapped. They’d gone over this all week—though this was the first time Tom had had the audacity to show up to his flat instead of harassing him over the phone. “Please, I need it,” he begged, a pathetic quality to his voice. His eyes had dark smudges under them, purple verging on black, and his cheeks were hollowed out. “Get in,” Harry hissed, unwilling to let this spectacle play out in the open hallway of his apartment complex. He grabbed Tom’s arm and dragged him into the flat, slamming the door behind them and locking it for good measure. “I’ll get the money,” Tom said, and he was already pacing, hands in his hair in his distress. He kept clicking his teeth together, as if his jaw ached, and his shoulders were bunched up. Harry sighed as he watched him, the anger dying down just a bit. “Tom, I thought you were going to try and get clean.” “I—I can’t,” he said hysterically. He tripped on a bottle on the floor, and almost fell but he caught himself on the sofa and sat down, legs jittering. Harry was glad he’d snatched the bag of coke up, or he was sure Tom would’ve snorted it all by then. He looked up, eyes wide and pleading. “Just one more time—” Harry hung his head— “I promise, one more time, just another two grams, please, then I’ll get clean. I’ll get you the money for the rest please, I just—” “Stop it, stop it,” Harry snapped, waving a hand in the air as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look at yourself, Tom. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” Tom was quiet for a moment, and when Harry looked down at him he had tears welling in his wide brown eyes. “Please,” he whispered. “Tom, I’d like to help you out,” Harry said honestly, “but you’ve already lost me too much money. I’m sorry, really. But it’s no.” “I’ll pay you—” “We’ve already established that you can’t,” Harry said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll suck your cock,” Tom blurted out, and Harry’s blood ran cold before burning hot as he stared at him in disbelief. Tom’s cheeks were coated in red, humiliation so evident on his face and yet Harry could see that he meant it.

#ask game #ask #fic : cokewhore

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bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit · 3 months ago

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I need you all to stop what you’re doing and go watch The Power RIGHT FREAKING NOW. It’s on Amazon Prime and I don’t care if you have to beg, borrow, or steal someone’s password, DO IT.

It’s based on Naomi Alderman’s book and even though it’s been a while since I read it, it seems pretty close to the source material and if it strays from it, it does it in ways that only add to the story.

The premise: young girls start to develop a new organ that allows them to shoot electricity out of their hands. Naturally, the government wants to regulate this, as they do anything having to do with women. The show follows several different characters around the world and does an excellent job of portraying the different cultures and incorporating different languages naturally into the dialogue.

Highlights:

- they show a fucking live birth oh my god it’s such a powerful fucking moment I’m getting goosebumps even typing about it

- victims of sex trafficking blowing a dudes dick off with electricity

- a girl making a man shit himself in a pool when she zaps him

- a gang of rebel women electrocuting a man after he calls them “daft cows”

- a woman beating a man to death for kicking her dog

- the Riyadh protest. The strength and the power, contrasted with the moment where the mother appeals to her soldier son, and the softness and love that follows

- Moana getting high with her mom, the mayor of Seattle

- a true array of diverse women and girls. Body types, races, upbringings, cultures…..there are just SO MANY WOMEN to admire and appreciate the diversity

- two lesbians using their electricity to get each other off, I wanted to cry, it was so sweet and tender and the one girl is fat, like ACTUALLY fat, not just “curvy but with more” and she got to be sexy and not have it be a punchline

- John Leguizamo playing a dad is just…..so good. I’ve loved him since he was a drag queen in To Wong Foo, and I’m so glad he’s aged so nicely along with my tastes

- the placenta power move, god I love General Zoia

The storyline is excellent, the character development is SO GOOD, the music……I’ve actually started keeping a list in my phone of all the music to make the ultimate feminist playlist, it’s so fucking good.

Amazon did a SHIT JOB promoting this. I LOVED the book and would have been ALL OVER this show a year ago when it came out if I’d known about it. I don’t know if it’s been renewed, but PLEASE PLEASE go and watch it. I really hope it gets some attention because I desperately want it to be renewed, I know what happens because I read the book, but I want to see how they portray it on screen!! Eve just got her strongest warrior and I want to see them kick ass together!!

GO WATCH THE POWER NOW!!!

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axlerica · 1 year ago

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ARGUMENT ~

Y/N and Pedri had a fight because he seemed to be ignoring her and didn't seem to care about her anymore.

Y/N: Hey, Pedri, I noticed you came home late tonight. Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Pedri: (irritated) Can't you just give me a break, Y/N? I had a busy day at work. Afterward, me and the team went for a drink, and I forgot to text you. It's not a big deal so stop being so annoying.

Y/N: What did you just say? Not a big deal? It feels like you don't even care about me! I worry about you, and you can't even bother to keep me informed? How could you say I’m annoying for caring about you?

Pedri: (defensively) Look, I said I forgot, okay? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?

Y/N: Because I care about you, Pedri! I want to know that you're safe. Is it too much to ask for a simple text?

Pedri: You're always overreacting! It's just one night. I don't need you constantly breathing down my neck!

Y/N: (teary-eyed) Maybe you don't need me at all! If you can't see how important this is to me, then maybe we shouldn't be together.

Pedri: (sarcastically) Fine, if that's what you want, then go ahead and leave! It won't bother me one bit.

Y/N: You know what? Maybe I will! If you don't care enough to understand my feelings, then I'm done!

Pedri: Whatever, do what you want. I'm not going to beg you to stay.

Y/N: Wow, you don’t care about me at all huh? Alright then, I’ll just pack up my things and go if that’s what you want. Goodbye Pedri. Maybe someday you'll realize what you've lost.

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Y/N: (starts packing her bag) I can’t believe we’ve come to this. He’s not the same man i fell in love with anymore. It hurts so bad..

Pedri : What are you doing? Can u please stop overreacting? Stop doing whatever it is you’re doing right now.

Y/N : I'm serious, Pedri. I can't do this anymore. I can't be with someone who doesn't even bother to ask how my day was.

Pedri: (panicking) Wait, Y/N, don't go. Alright I’m sorry, okay? I know I messed up, and I've been a terrible partner lately.

Y/N: (tearfully) It's not just lately, Pedri. I feel like you're always on your phone, and you never seem interested in what I have to say.

Pedri: I didn't realize how much it was affecting you. I promise to change, to be more present, and to make an effort to connect with you.

Y/N: (hesitating) It's just hard, Pedri. I need to feel valued and loved in this relationship. It can't always be one-sided.

Pedri: You're right, mi amor, I've been selfish, and I haven't been treating you the way you deserve. I don't want to lose you.

Y/N: I don't want to lose you either, but I need to know that you'll change and that you'll prioritize our relationship.

Pedri: Alright mi amor, I promise. From now on, I'll put my phone down and give you my full attention. I'll show you how much you mean to me.

Y/N: I want to believe you, Pedri, but actions speak louder than words.

Pedri: (holding her hand) I'll show you amor, I'll prove it to you every day, starting now.

Y/N: (looking into Pedri's eyes) Pedri, I need to see real change, not just empty promises.

Pedri: I understand amor. And I'm serious about making things right.

Y/N: Show me, then.

Pedri leans in, and their lips meet in a gentle and tender kiss. It's a moment of vulnerability and a promise of renewed affection.

Pedri: (whispers) I love you, Y/N.

Y/N: (whispers back) I love you too Pedri.

#pedri imagine #pedri fanfic #pedri x y/n #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedrito #footballer #pedri angst #pedri x you #fc barcelona #pedri fluff #imagine footballer #PG8

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peoples-problem · 8 months ago

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Little fic idea that I had yesterday

Idk how people do this but I have seen a lot of people sharing their fics and I wanted to post this idea somewhere bc it might end in nothing

Chimney is a small director that starts from the bottom: some little movies that get as much attention as a family video of a vacation and some that maybe get played on an unknown channel at the worst rating times, but he takes it all as learning and slowly ascending towards something bigger. He isn't expecting to get to the big screen or get an academy award but every time he catches a project of his on tv he can feel like he did something and that's enough for him. This changes, somehow, and it's neither more nor less than thanks to a elderly woman that enjoys her time doing sapping on between channels and finds his tv show and gets so passionate about it that starts recommending it to her friends, another group of elderly women that, statistically, shouldn't do much, until one of the ears that this show lands on is the mother of a very well known online platform for cinema, who, for some reason, decides to give the small little show a shot and ends up as caught up as the rest of the chain that took the rumor of a good program to him. A week later, he contracts the director and offers to upload the entirety of the show in his platform and things escalate from there

Buck is no big actor, he isn't even sure if he wanted to be one before his friend told him he was a natural while reading out loud the new script of his new idea ("I just feel like something is missing, I need a new perspective, read it for me please" he had asked demanded and Buck, like the good friend he was, helped him to get out of this "art block". Apparently, what was missing was himself) but humored him by attending to some auditions with other people and suddenly he was placed as the star of this TV show. It's easy, for him, to get into his character's skin, most of the things he comes through and the stuff that isn't he can figure it out, until, after a whole season of no-love-interest for his character, Chimney decides that it's time to give him exactly that (the renewal for the second season comes with the big platform and a new and expanding viewership that is begging to get the character in love with someone and so they are willing to comply) and there the slight problem that Buck has never been in love with anyone. He doesn't know how it feels, he can't relate to what other people say it feels and every time he tries to imitate what he does see Chimney cuts him out telling him that a plant could have better chemistry with his costar (And, honestly, Abby is great and everything but she's definitely not his type and even if she is good in her acting her tips aren't working for him) than him. Or, at least, that's how it goes until he meets Eddie and starts thinking of him while acting and somehow Chimney complains a lot less about his falling-in-love interpretation

Eddie is a normal guy (maybe I can maintain Eddie's cannon story) who has a son with a dream that he is going to be damned if he can't help come true. Fame wasn't anything that he ever pursued, not even thought about paying attention to, but then he is telling his son that even with his disability he is going to be able to get to be whatever he wants to be, because it might be harder but never impossible, and his son looks at him in the eyes and says that he wants to be an actor and who is him to stop him? He would never ever think about it. So, he does what he supposes is the only thing he can do: support him. First, he takes him to some acting classes, try out if he really likes it and improve himself; after their first little show (a small thing in the local theater to show their progress at the end of their course) Christopher looks at him with stars in his eyes and tells him with all the conviction in the world "Dad, I really want to do this for a living" and, again, Eddie couldn't even think in telling him no. He takes him to every audition he can find and, even though they get very few callbacks, he ends up in some small ads and shorts. It's in one of those that he meets Chimney. It was probably the worst audition they ever had gone to, it wasn't even a big production and they were really specific with the kid they were looking for: Curly blond, 8 to 12 years old, male. Christopher met all the requirements so, maybe, the problem started with his predisposition and high hopes about getting the role but the real punch in the gut was the straightforward disregard he got the second he entered the audition room, one of the auditioners telling him that they were looking for "normal kids" and asking them to retreat immediately, and Eddie kind of lost it. He asked Christopher to wait outside, praying to all gods that he could be able to cheer him up later with the promise that this people didn't know what they were missing or something, and then proceeded to rant all over the auditioners team, getting even close to punch one of them when they kept insisting that his kid's CP was a telling sign that they should be looking elsewhere for a career, when he managed to barely contain himself and leave the room before security was called (this place was one of the most common places for auditions and he would never forgive himself if they get banned and miss any opportunity they can get because of his anger issues) when he come across this Asian man that was trying to calm his son down ("Are you waiting for your dad to come out of an audition? He sounds really passionate, that's usually really good for an actor, it's hard to pretend to be this infuriated" he was saying. "Nah, dad can't act to save his life, he is really bad at lying, I think he is actually really mad because they didn't let me audition" Christopher answered with a small laugh. "Wait, you are the star here? That's great! I'm actually looking for auditions for a kid for my show right now, would you like to give it a shot?")

Christopher gets the role as Buck's character's son. He is adopted on the first episode of the second season of the show, when Buck's character had ended in good terms for the first season (Chimney wanted to end it with a happy ending, just in case it didn't get renewed) and this new acquisition is so game changing that there's a lot to explore there. It helps that Christopher is still a little shy with Buck because both their characters and themselves can grow together as the filming goes on just like their fictional bond does, but by the time they are comfortable with each other they still have a few more episodes of the season and Chimney really wants Buck to get at least a love interest, someone that he can start trying to fit in his new family dynamic of being a single father and leave it a little open to see if it gets the public attention and be able to expand it in another season (and the possibilities of having another renewal are way higher now, with all the popularity they are gaining) but then they have this scene that Buck should "fall in love at first sight" (or at least start getting some interest in a romantic life) with someone and they get stuck. They do so many takes that the sun goes down and, before they notice, Eddie arrives to take Christopher home for the night (he started leaving his son there after the first few weeks of filming, needing to go to work and the team having won his trust with his kid) when they still needed to finish a scene with him ("Sorry, that's on me" Buck jumped even before Eddie could ask for the reason, not wanting him to be mad at Chimney for something that was definitely his fault). At the next day, the story repeats itself a little and when Buck loses count of how many takes they were on, he starts thinking about how Eddie would be upset about not being able to take his son with him because it ended up being too late for them again and, for some reason, Chim says that there's some improvement for the first time after that though. He then starts spending time with Eddie, offering to take Christopher home after recording so he doesn't have to get out of his way to pick him up ("Your house is just a step away from mine anyway, I have to pass close there already, it's not that big of a deal" Buck insisted although he never even know where they lived. Turns out that it was not, in fact, even close to his apartment, but he didn't mind taking the kid there anyway) or because it worked as character study (it was probably the dumbest excuse Buck has ever said but Eddie smiled at him and accepted the invite to take Buck and Christopher's day off playing videogames on him apartment anyway ("it would be weird to invite just Chris so of course you can tag on" Buck joked, knowing full well that he also wanted to spend time with Eddie, Christopher just cheered at the idea). Turns out, his "character study" did work because, not only he learned from Eddie himself how to act like a better fictional dad but he also explored his feelings towards the guy. Admitting that he fell in love with him so fast was a little bit humiliating but adding up to the fact that he was using him to become better at acting was even worse so he kept it all as a secret, especially if one truth came with the other.

Before anyone can notice, Buck is acting like an actual dad for Christopher (mainly when Eddie is not there, like informing the team that Chris had exams and to let him take a few days off to study, keeping snacks around all the time and checking up on him whenever he is free; but also off set, like helping with a school project that apparently covers something he investigated about, going to movie nights and cooking dinner for them in the most domestic thing he has ever experienced, getting groceries and taking or picking him up from school sometimes) and Eddie can't even be mad at him when he just fits so perfectly there, with them, and he is the first person that doesn't make him feel bad when asking for help. When the season is done recording and the excuse of "character study" gets paused until they get (or not, and that actually sound more like a breakup than it should) their renewal, Eddie realizes that he doesn't want Buck away and, suddenly, the thing between them feels too much like love ("Look, I don't know what you did here but I can't even imagine my life without you anymore and it's scary because you are the first person that I feel actually terrified of losing, like you are it for me, like I need you to have house arrest in my house" He said, still not realizing how much of a love confession that sound like "I think I wouldn't mind to be house arrested in your house" Buck said, smiling brightly, and kissing him to seal the deal. A kiss that just sounds too much like "oh, that makes sense" into Eddie's head, like a "It looks like I'm in love with you")

"So, this show has a lot of new actors, your star is on his first acting job even, where do you even get them from?" An interviewer asked Chimney in the premier of the first episode of the second season. "Well, it's a running joke that I just find actors at the side of the road and adopt them to work for me, I met Buck because he is my girlfriend's brother and he was just visiting while I was in the middle of an art block, Chris I found him in a random hallway auditioning for another show and asked him to audition for me instead, then Abby was on one of this fast food places that I can't mention the brand of reading some scripts when I approached her like 'Hey, you an actress? Do you mind if I give you a script and a contact card?' and then she called me back to get an audition; basically everyone I contacted was in a non fashion way but I just followed my instincts and so far it worked my way" Chimney answered (Chim met Maddie when she was with Dough, he was screaming at her on the street and he decided to intervene, he got stabbed for his problem but Dough ended up in jail and she visited him every day until they escalated to boyfriend's at some point after him being released from the hospital)

Idk what to say after this, it was mostly inspired on Ryan and Gavin's relationship and that comment of "that's my son" from Ryan but inside the show and some actors aus I read

If someone likes the idea feel free to use it too! Just send it to me if you do bc I'll love to read if this becomes a thing for someone

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re-bee-key · 2 years ago

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I feel so desperate and frantic. I love Willow so much. And what if it doesn't get renewed? What if the story is left unfinished?

I keep trying to think of ways to get people to watch it. Even just to try it out. Just one episode.

But no one seems to want to! And like, why? On tumblr of all places, is it not doing better?

I understand why dudebros dont like it. Its a story written for women about female empowerment and has lesbians and men who are in touch with their emotions.

But tumblr? Why? Cause it has some bad reviews? Cause it dared to be different? Having modern music and humor in a fantasy setting?

Someone said its cause tumblr sapphics dont trust anymore. And like I get it. But Disney isnt Netflix. I mean... like I know they are bad in a lot of ways.

But! The fact that they made a show with a canon disney princess and the sapphic romance being the main one is Amazing! And the fact that all 3 main romances are interracial is also something amazing! Like!

Please. Im begging at this point.

The Willow series is so good. I promise. It has amazing sets, filmed on location, high-quality costumes, a salamander animatronic puppet, deep rich lore with ties to mythology, and one of the prettiest soundtracks Ive ever heard.

Please please give Willow a chance. Especially if you already have a Disney+ account.

Like any show, it needs views to convince Disney to continue. The show is set up for 3 seasons, so its not asking a lot. If it doesnt get the views itll be canceled.

I know its not popular or trending or have thousands of pretty fanart to look at. But it could. If you gave it a chance.

Think of your favorite show. And how youd feel if it was cancelled. Or if it was already canceled. Then you know how I feel.

So please. Im being super cringey, I know. But Im begging, please watch Willow.

#willow 2022 #willow disney+#sapphic shows #lesbians #disney+#renew willow #tumblr #save willow #cringe #long text post #long post #sorry to everyone who follows me #willow tv show #willow tv #willow tv series

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emo-batboy · 2 years ago

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I kind of have this theory that Battinson is usually more expressive outside of the suit. Yes, he’s still emo and a total drama Queen, but Bruce maintains himself much better than the movie shows us. Maybe he warms up to Alfred a lot quicker. He reads a lot of books in his spare time, tries to attend at least one meeting a week, eats a bit more regularly. Even if he’s pretty reclusive, he’s still Functional to a point.

The reason he’s so grim during the movie is because it’s election season: a painful reminder of his parents’ murders. Every time he sees the posters of Reál and the Mayor, every time he thinks about the renewal fund, every time he sees press speeches on the TV, he thinks about his dad and mom and how happy they were that night they went to see a movie together.

It was all about politics. Despite Thomas Wayne being a massive mayoral candidate, the parents turned down security detail so they could have a nice night out with their son. They figured they’d need it before Thomas won (and it was obvious he was winning) and they never want to neglect their son in favor of their careers. Why not go without a bodyguard for one night?

Poor them. It all happened so fast too when Bruce was running down the alley after watching some crime noir, pretending to be a detective while his parents watched and smiled. Then another voice was cornering them, and the gunshots rang right over Bruce’s small head, and suddenly, he was running down the street and banging on the closest door, screaming his lungs out for someone to call the police. Poor kid. Poor baby. Poor Bruce, right?

But that wasn’t the only thing the news cared about. All he saw on TV was “Mayoral Candidate, Thomas Wayne, and Wife Murdered in Crime Alley” “This is a horrible tragedy for the political landscape of Gotham.” “How will this city recover?” “Are Thomas Wayne’s political opponents behind the assassination?” It was so grossly politicized that even the thought of elections makes Bruce spiral again.

Every goddamn election season, Bruce gets hounded. Every time the anniversary of his parents’ death rolls around, the Gotham Gazette begs for an interview. They have a memorial video ready weeks in advance because boo hoo everyone needs to remember the tragic murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Especially. Bruce.

So maybe when election season comes, he doesn’t pull as many punches. He forgets to eat sometimes. He stays out too late. The investors at Wayne Enterprises get neglected to the point that Alfred invites them to the tower just to appease them for one more week. It’s awful. And all he wants is for this cyclical nightmare to pass. Please just let it pass. Please. That’s all he wants.

He’ll be much better next month, or maybe it’ll take two, but you will never seen Bruce Wayne smile during election season.

#battinson needs a hug #battinson #the batman 2022 #bruce wayne #batman #thomas wayne #martha wayne #crime alley

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super-ion · 9 months ago

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Red & Wolf

(remaster - chapter 1 | chapter 2)

Chapter 3: Silver

A week passed and then another and another.

Red and Loup rarely left each other’s sides, both terrified of being separated once more and eager to spend every single moment together. By day, they dedicated themselves towards renewing the bond they once shared, swapping jokes and stories and memories. By night, they explored the new fragile thing that had grown between them, with locked lips and tangled limbs.

On the night of the full moon, the wolf showed Red the forest in her own way. She showed her the moon and glittering stars and sang her haunting songs to Red until she collapsed exhausted into the warm soft fur.

As each day and night came and went, Red began to believe that the danger had passed. Perhaps the protection of the wolf of the forest counted for something.

But the huntsman did return, and he did not come alone.

Red and Loup were in the forest collecting mushrooms when they came. Loup had just told a lewd joke and Red was doubled over in laughter when the sound of hoofbeats echoed through the trees.

Red rushed to Loup's side as five riders appeared and promptly surrounded them. All of them bore spears and swords and armor that gleamed in the sunlight.

"My lady," the huntsman called. A few of the accompanying guardsmen snickered at the title and Red's stomach churned with fear and anger. "This is your last opportunity. Surrender calmly or we will need to resort to force."

Loup stepped between him and Red, letting out a low growl.

"If you have any affection for this beast, I suggest you consider your next actions carefully," he added.

Red looked at the distressing number of spears, all pointed directly at Loup

"Loup-" she whispered.

"I'm not letting them take you!" Loup hissed.

The huntsman dismounted and drew his sword, its edge gleaming impossibly bright.

Loup drew her own knife in response, but it seemed dreadfully inadequate in comparison. What was worse, Red could see straight through Loup's bravado to the tense fear below. She knew just as well as Loup that she was nowhere near full strength. It was too many days since the full moon.

Without warning, the huntsman struck, catching Loup across the arm as she tried to dodge. She dropped her knife and screamed in pain, clutching at the wound. The horrible stench of burning meat struck Red's nose and a faint wisp of smoke curled from the wound.

Silver.

Red knew that the royal armory had a secret arsenal of weapons: cold iron chains, ash staves and arrows, silver edged blades… all manner of unique weapon to combat the supernatural. To see one employed for its intended purpose…

Someone seized her roughly from behind, one of the huntsman's companions.

Loup howled and spun at Red's scream, only to receive another slash, this time across her back. Red watched in horror as Loup staggered forward a single step before collapsing to get knees and then her side.

Red bit hard into the gloved hand at her chest. The man roared in pain and she threw her weight against him. She broke free and fell upon Loup before the huntsman could take another swing.

“Please,” she begged. “I'll do whatever you want. I'll go with you willingly. Just don't kill her!”

Some flicker of sympathy crossed his face and he lowered his blade.

Red's previous assailant grabbed her by the hair and jerked her off of Loup.

Loup cracked her eyes open and reached after her.

“Red!”

The man delivered a kick to Loup's side.

“Enough,” the huntsman snapped. “She'll be dead by nightfall anyway, leave her for the vultures.”

Dead?

Red thrashed against her captor as she was dragged to his horse. A blow to the face and a punch to the gut rendered her senseless long enough for her hands to be bound and her body secured to the saddle.

“Loup! I love you,” she managed to croak out before she was carried away.

Loup's injuries burned like fire as she last curled on the forest floor. She drifted in and out of consciousness as the sun slid slowly across the sky. She needed to get up. She needed to save Red, but every time she moved, the searing pain from her wounds overwhelmed her.

The sky was gold, edging towards red, when a figure appeared, silent as death.

“Foolish child,” Grandmother clucked. “What mess have you landed yourself in this time?”

“They took Red,” she rasped.

“Of course they did,” Grandmother replied. “The queen is too stubborn to let that one go.”

She crouched before Loup, meeting her gaze with cold grey eyes.

“We have to-”

“Do you love that girl?” Grandmother interrupted.

“Yes,” Loup replied without hesitation.

“Hm,” Grandmother replied. “That's good, you'll need that for what comes next.”

A gnarled hand pressed a smooth stick between Loup's teeth.

“I do apologize, child. This will not be pleasant.”

Loup squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her teeth down.

The guards were not gentle with Red. The first order of business was to roughly hack off her hair and burn her dress while she screamed and trashed against their grips. Her resistance earned her a split lip and a couple of likely cracked ribs on top of her black eye from earlier.

She was dressed in a rough spun tunic in a masculine cut that made her stomach twist and brought to the queen's chambers where she was roughly shoved to her knees.

"Not so fair or beautiful now, are you?"

Red glared up at the queen where she lounged in a high backed chair. Ever haunted by her own vanity, the queen's appearance was immaculate, with not a single hair out of place and a dress intended to make her look ten years younger than she was. But beneath the caked make up, there were new stress lines embedded in her skin and the manic gleam in her eyes had only intensified in Red's absence.

The queen languorously stood and made a circuit about Red because gesturing to a single apple that sat upon a side table.

"Would you care for some refreshment?" she asked with a cruel edge to her voice.

The skin of the fruit was glossy and deep red… like blood.

Red recalled the events and revelations that led to her initial flight from the castle.

"Why? Are you planning on poisoning me like you poisoned my father?"

The queen's eyes flashed with fury and she stalked forward to deliver a backhanded blow to Red’s face. The room spun and the floor rushed up to meet her painfully. Red lay there, tasting blood and feeling the throb in her cheek where a ring had caught her flesh.

"You should be so lucky to get poison!” the queen hissed. “Not after everything you've done. Did you think word wouldn't get to me? I know about the noble families that you've been communicating with. I've heard the whispers of revolt."

Red blinked up at her in confusion. What on earth was she talking about? Was that what the queen thought Red had been doing in the forest? The idea seemed almost ridiculous. Red did not have a mind for schemes or machinations. She didn't even want to rule at all.

For a strange dizzying moment, she wondered if she had fallen into someone else's story.

The queen snatched the apple from the table and looked over Red's still prone form.

“I am going to make an example of you,” she said in a low, dangerous voice. “You will beg for poison before I am done with you.”

She bit into the fruit, spraying flecks flesh and droplets of juice on Red’s face.

"Take him to the dungeon," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Give him some time to consider his crimes before we begin."

Night had fallen in truth by the time Grandmother finished.

All that remained of Loup's wounds were puckered scars and a bone deep ache that might never fully heal.

“I'm going back for her,” Loup said as she painfully rolled her shoulders.

She cast a defiant glare towards Grandmother, but was met only with a nod.

“Of course you are. I wouldn't expect any less.”

The old woman climbed painfully to her feet and leaned heavily on her staff as she hobbled over to Loup. A gnarled hand fell on Loup's shoulder and…

For a horrible, dizzying moment, the two of them were nowhere, a black empty place in between.

…and then they were back in the forest. Loup broke free of Grandmother's grip and staggered into the bushes to wretch. When she finally recovered, she discovered that they were now at the edge of forest, miles from where they had started.

The castle rose imposingly in the distance.

"This is as far as I go," Grandmother grunted. "The rest is up to you."

The old woman looked worn, almost translucent, as if healing Loup and transporting her here had used up some vital part of her.

“Thank you,” Loup said, swallowing the lump in her throat, “for everything.”

Grandmother gave her a single nod and turned to hobble into the shadows of the forest.

Loup turned back in the direction of the castle and took a deep breath. The moon was merely a crescent hanging low in the sky. She'd only have two, maybe three hours to draw on its light, meager as it was.

She closed her eyes and sought the beast where it slumbered within her.

Please. I need your help.

It stirred. The song of the moon was just a distant echo, but the wolf heard the plea and lent Loup her power.

The world came into focus. Sounds and scents grew sharp. Her muscles sang, ready to run. Teeth and claws grew into weapons that she hoped she would not need.

"I'm coming, Red," she whispered and she began to run.

"A princess, beautiful and fair, will take the queen's throne."

Red's eyes snapped open and she looked painfully over her shoulder from the cold floor of her cell.

Standing in the other side of the bars, somehow looking regal even as she clutched a lantern and peered into the gloom, was Red's stepsister, Antonia. Behind her was a nervous looking clerk holding a folio. He kept glancing over his shoulder nervously as if he would rather be anywhere else.

"I always thought the meaning was rather straightforward,” Antonia continued. “Of course one of us would take the throne from her when the time came. But mother was convinced that it meant something nefarious. She has always been obsessive and paranoid and the prophecy only made it worse. I don't know her exact wording, but when she asked her mirror for a princess, it showed her you."

"What are you doing here?" Red muttered as she sat upright. "Did you come to gloat before your mother tortures me?"

Antonia pursed her lips but said nothing. Instead she produced a heavy key and unlocked the cell.

Red stared at her, utterly baffled.

The cell door swung wide and Antonia made a beckoning gesture.

"What…?" Red asked.

"You're free to go, but as a good faith measure…"

She held out her hand to the nervous clerk who produced a sheet of parchment from the folio.

"...I would like your formal abdication, forswearing any claim to the throne."

She handed the sheet to Red who eyed it dubiously.

"And if I refuse?" Red asked cautiously.

"I let you go anyway," Antonia replied. "I want you gone, not dead. Your presence here complicates matters and your signature on this document will make things a lot cleaner for the both of us."

Red stared at her, comprehension dawning slowly.

“It's you,” she gasped. “The prophecy… you… you're the one plotting against the queen. You're the one inciting revolt.”

Antonia smiled grimly.

"Don't sound so surprised, I am my mother's daughter after all. I have my own eyes and ears in the kingdom. There are a great many individuals who are displeased with my mother's rule. The scent of change is on the wind. I've merely positioned myself to be on the winning side."

Her face sobered, and there was a rare flicker of sisterly concern.

"I do apologize for your current condition. It was never my desire that you come to any harm."

She produced a pen and handed it to Red.

"I know you never wanted to be a prince and I strongly suspect that you have no desire to be a princess either. Sign and you can run off to your lover in the forest and no one will ever trouble you again. Everyone can live happily ever after."

The choice was so plainly simple, it was almost laughable. It was true. Red had no desire to rule, she never had. Even if the court accepted her as she was, she would never be happy. Not like she had been in the forest with Loup.

Loup… Red's heart twisted. Her Loup was somewhere out there in the dark, hurt and alone. Loup was the only thing that mattered to Red now.

With a shaky hand, she signed her throne away and handed the sheet back to Antonia. The clerk produced an official stamp and the deed was done.

Red felt a weight leaving her shoulders that she hadn't even realized she'd been carrying.

"Come, I'll show you a way out." Antonia said, hefting the lantern. "There isn't much time."

Red heard a shout from down a hallway and distant sounds of fighting.

"You're staging your coup now??" Red asked incredulously.

Antonia shrugged apologetically.

"Like I said, your presence complicates matters. We had to move up our timetable."

Red followed her in baffled silence. She'd only been away from the castle for two months. How far back did her stepsister’s political machinations go? She would have made a very poor ruler indeed if she had missed all of this.

She found herself begrudgingly grateful for the choice to abdicate.

"There's a secret passage, just around-"

Antonia cut off as another lantern bobbed into view. They had arrived at an intersection at the same time as the queen and her huntsman.

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