#clap and cheer for chambers

[tacom-literatureu-blog]

I have a question- how does MCC work? Like I not sure if you explain it, but the newest chapter stirred up that question for me.

Ok so you’re right in that we’ve never really explained MCC. And, to be fair, we haven’t worked out exactly how the specifics of it work either. However, MCC works roughly how you’d expect; it’s its own world, with its own rules, and every… hmm, maybe not every month because we’re working in a different time scale in-canon, but maybe every 6 months. Again, subject to change.

We have dropped a bit of lore about MCC I think. The blood god arena, that crowned Techno, Mumbo, Red and a few others (names have been dropped! gotta go find them yourself though lol) as Blood Gods has been called the first MCC. I think of it as the same relationship we have with the Olympics. The thing that happened hundreds of years ago is very different to the stuff we have today, but the inspiration came from there.

During the majority of the TACOMLU, MCC has been on hold. We might make it that MCC was on a break between seasons anyway, so for the first year and a half or so, no one would really think anything of it. However, in-canon we’re almost at the two years since doomsday (and time restarting) mark.

This is where the whole ‘DSMP is inaccessible’ comes into play. They literally don’t have enough participants for MCC at the moment. And also, the Hermits are kinda homeless right now. So that’s like 2/3 of every participant ever unable to attend. If they were to have a whole MCC with the players they have available and also maybe a few others (mcc rising?) then Noxite and the Noxcrew would have to do it without Scott helping.

TLDR: MCC is on break until something good happens with the DSMP and/or Season Nine.- Chambers

[princessbellecerise]

Worth The Wait

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summary | Jace spends your entire courtship denying you the pleasures of what you really want. Now that it’s the night of your wedding, he has every intention of making it worth the wait

warnings | husband!jace, first time wedding smut, creampie

this is an eighteen plus fic. minors please do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys never let himself have his way with you until your wedding night.

Before that, he’d always cut you off, not letting anything get too far because of his honor. He was so righteous that it nearly made you blind with rage every time he stopped you when you were right there, so close to having him inside of you but stopped every time by his last minute morals.

Jacaerys was a good man and you suffered for it; always being left aching and denied what you truly wanted. But of course, as heir, he knew he couldn’t touch you until your wedding night. The gods, his mother and his reputation frowned upon it. Jacaerys would do not such thing as dishonor you, so he waited.

And waited.

And suddenly, it was the night of your wedding feast and Jacaerys could not bring himself to think of anything expect for you. How good you looked in your gown, the lights seemingly adorning your face.

Marriage looked so good on you that he can hardly contain himself. He grows desperate with each passing minute, strained smiles and polite yet brief words being exchanged with everyone that approaches to congratulate him. A few people even make him laugh and like the future king he is, Jace does not show his true emotions.

He does not show how desperately he wants you, his wife whom he’s denied pleasure so much. He keeps his composure but Jacaerys is suffering, agonizingly and and eagerly awaiting for the sun to go down.

Of course, you take note of his angst and worry that something is wrong with your husband. Or worse—that he’s unhappy to the point where he doesn’t even want to eat.

He hasn’t touched his food since it was brought out and worriedly, you lean over to ask him about his lack of appetite.

You have to admit; you weren’t expecting the response that you got. Words from his mouth that send pure heat through your body and made you feel hot from your heels to your head.

“I am fine, my princess. I am simply not hungry because it is not roast I wish to feast upon right now,” He tells you, and suddenly everything makes since.

Why he’s so tense. Why Jacaerys looks like he cannot wait to leave this damn dinner. And suddenly, your mouth drops into an ‘o’ shape. A smirk slowly adorning your lips because now Jacaerys knows what it feels like. He knows what it’s like to be left waiting, wondering and lusting for the opportunity.

In a way, it sort of makes you satisfied that he has to wait.

Only when the sun goes down is it proper for him to finally announce your fair wells, grabbing your hand and all but dragging you towards your now shared chambers.

Everyone is looking at the two of you, cheering and congratulating you both as you walk though the congregational of people. Friends and allies alike clap Jace on the back and wink at you as your grip on his hand tightens.

With a strained smile, Jace politely nods back but does not entertain their jesting. You’re grateful, because even though what you’re about to do is an open secret, it’s still embarrassing.

Thankfully, there would be no bedding ceremony, Jacaerys way too much of a gentleman to let that happen to you. Instead, it’s only you and him and the flames of desire that grow between the two of you as you walk through the halls.

It burns—it really does. The heat and the longing between you two is almost unbearable as you finally make it behind closed doors, barely locking it before Jacaerys grabs you and jumps you.

You’re surprised, yelping when your husband scoops you into his arms and kisses you without so much as a word.

His hot mouth covers your groans and while it is unexpected, you welcome it.

His kiss is fierce, so passionate that it nearly knocks you to your knees. Jacaerys has clearly grown desperate during the hours of waiting, the future king nearly rabid as he pokes and prods at your clothing.

Never have you seen him in such a way, so ungentleman-like as he drags you to the floor. You don’t even make it to the bed because Jacaerys is so needy, getting you naked in no time while also landing sloppy kisses on your neck.

It ignites an unimaginable fire in your belly to see him so frantic for you. To see him finally give in and want to fuck you like you’ve previously begged for.

Now that his honor isn’t at stake, Jacaerys is not holding back. He’s adamant about what he wants and he wants you; all of you.

You two lay bare before one another and then it’s time; Jace settling himself at your hole and running his cock head against your slick folds.

He’s done this many times before. You’ve been here before, and every time this was the moment that Jace pulled back. Just when he was about to push into you, his sense would smack him in the face and off of you he went.

This was always the stage of stopping but this time there was no return. You found yourself almost opening your mouth, so used to having to beg him for friction.

“Just the tip, at least the tip. Please Jace.” Is what you used to beg for.

Now, it shocks you when he says nothing. Does nothing to pull away, only kisses you so hard it makes your head spin and your lips throb from where he cut it earlier.

He’s so feverish that it hurts, hurts so good to know he finally desires you. To know that this will be the time he doesn’t stop, the time you don’t beg.

Now, it is him that is at his wits ends as he lays his forehead against yours. When it’s time to push himself in, Jacaerys finally speaks. Brown eyes blown from desire, the future king is barely able to hold himself back, but he does.

“Do you wish for me to warm you first, sweetling?” He asks, and it’s not so much as an offer as it is his morals shining through. Jace wants absolutely nothing except to fuck you into oblivion, but he’s kind.

He asks before taking your maidenhood even though he’s shaking at your entrance, will power faltering the longer you contemplate your answer.

He almost cries when he sees you shake your head, breathing a sigh of relief and pursing his pink lips together while nodding. He understands.

“They’ll be time for that later,” You tell him and he’s relived. Back to the mission of penetrating you before you suddenly get an idea, finding yourself stopping him one last time just to be cruel.

“Wait!” You take the role of Jacaerys, and he you as he stares at you with wide eyes. Hungry eyes that are confused and frustrated as you look at him.

“What is it, my love?” He asks slowly.

A crude smirk falls upon your lips. “Maybe we should wait,” You tell him bashfully, loving the way he reels back. The bewilderment in his expression is finally enough to satisfy your revenge for a lifetime, and you want to laugh when he finally feels what you feel. “Maybe we shouldn’t…dishonor ourselves this way. We should wait for marriage, you know? That way—”

You gasp to the high heavens as your cruel joke is suddenly cut off by Jacaerys pushing himself inside of you. In no mood to jest, he takes what he wants and finally eases himself in your core.

You were being cruel to him, he justifies. Jacaerys is a kind man that does not take lightly to cruelty.

You moan out as pleasure graces your lower regions and stare at your husband in shock as his face shows all seriousness. Out of all things, you weren’t expecting for him to do that. To take control in way he’d never shown before.

“Do not jest with me, wife. Not tonight of all nights. Do not deny your husband such pleasure,” He growls in your ear as he finally stills.

Still stunned, you simply lay there and relish in the feeling of him on top of you. Seven hells, you have half a mind to cry with relief but you don’t want him to mistake yours tears for pain.

In fact, it’s quite the opposite and though you told yourself no more begging, you find that you do it anyways as you wrap your legs around him. Pulling him close so that Jacaerys is really and truly inside of you, just as your husband should be.

“I’m sorry, my love. Please forgive me—I won’t do it again,” You whisper desperately, desire clawing at your every atom. You need him to move, you need him to finish what he started; to complete what you’ve craved for what seems like forever now.

It would only be fair after denying you that pleasure for half a year.

“Good.”

Jacaerys growls this and that is when you feel him start to move, his hips snapping into yours as his lips find your own. You moan as his cock thrusts his way through your unexplored folds, reaching depths and pleasures you never thought possible.

You clench around him and move your lips, loving the way he groans and pants into your mouth. Your legs still find themselves wrapped around his waist, enticing your love to go deeper, faster, harder.

You need him and he needs you.

His strokes are those of desperation, chasing every feeling he had ran away from you. Chasing those previous nights where he had denied you his cock, denied himself of the pelasure that he was feeling right now.

The feeling of you wrapped around his cock was one that was indescribable. If anyone ever asked, which he doubted they would (expect for Luke, maybe) then Jacaerys would simply have to stare at them, mouth open like it was now.

For what could he say, other than his beloved was inciting things from his body that he had never felt before? Providing him with pleasure and ecstasy that took his breath away more than his first dragon ride.

These feelings lifted him higher than that, higher than Vermax souring through the clouds and he screwed his eyes shut as he saviored the flavors of your cunt.

Soft and wet and warm and his prison that he’d gladly rot away in. If Jacaerys could spend the rest of his days inside of you he’d be a happy man. He’d give up the iron throne, burn the skies and every village if it meant feeling your warmth.

He’d do it all.

He would give you his all, steadying his pace so that you might taste the same drops of pleasure he was experiencing. So that you might throw your head back in ecstasy like he did, identical moans leaving the two of you as you came undone.

For you, it came in the form of clenching down on Jace’s cock, crying out as your peak hit you violently. You panted, biting into his shoulder as he did yours and rocking your hips to the sensation.

For Jacaerys, it came in the form of hot spurts, coating your walls with his seed like a good husband should. Like a good king, who would surely need to provide heirs one day.

You were all too willing to compete this task, sucking him in, milking him of his children until Jacaerys had nothing left to give. Until he was an empty shell above you, eyes closed and utterly exhausted as he rolled to the floor beside you.

It took a few minutes for anything expect for your heavy panting to fill the room. Both you and Jace were dazed, still out of it and not quite sure what had just happened. Still experiencing the bliss from your first night of marriage. One, that if anything, indicated that a good marriage was on the horizon indeed.

For you, the night had been everything you hoped for and more. Worth the wait, which you were sure that Jacaerys appreciated now that his honor and his cock reminded satified.

Perhaps the two could co-exist now, you concluded. Staring at your beloved as he turned to face you too, a small smile peaking at his lips.

“Iksin ziry worth se umbagon syt ao pār, ñuha jorrāelagon?” He asked, as shallow breaths overtook his body still. (Was it worth the wait then, my love?)

You grinned as you looked into his brown eyes and eagerly nodded, reminiscing on your peak that had happened only minutes before.

You were still dazed, still hazy but your mind was clear enough that you knew your answer before you uttered it. You loved this man, and you knew that you had made the right decision.

“Kessa, īles worth se umbagon indeed, ñuha jorrāelagon,” You promised softly, using the High Valerian he had taught you. Gazing into his eyes that had gone soft for you. That held love for you and silently promised you that this was it, that Jacaerys would always be worthy of anything till the end of your days. “Kesā va moriot sagon worth ziry naejot nyke.” (Yes, it was worth the wait indeed, my love. You will always be worth it to me.)

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part thirteen.

Lando places third in the Australian Grand Prix. The buzz of lingering adrenaline leaves him keyed up with pent-up energy and, coupled with a few mouthfuls of champagne from the post-race celebration, the part of his brain that stops and thinks through all of his actions before he does them is trapped in a thick, foggy haze.

You━ overjoyed to see him back on the podium and still thrumming with the nervous excitement that always comes from such a close race━ aren’t faring much better.

You’re thoroughly drunk on your happiness and Lando’s infectious exuberance when he meets you back in McLaren’s garage━ high on the euphoric bliss of his success━ only serves as an echo chamber that further encourages the thoughtless choices made under the influence of intoxicating glee.

The post-race glow that shrouds him doesn’t help, either. He’s damp with sweat and champagne, glistening beneath the lights of the garage as he’s all but manhandled around to receive a congratulating clap on the shoulder or pat on the head from every mechanic and engineer who can get their hands on him. His hair is plastered against his forehead, and his fireproofs cling to the curves and angles of his body. His cheeks are still flushed from the exertion of the race, an innocently rosy hue against his tanned skin.

There’s a grin splitting across his face, wide and unfaltering. His eyes squint with the force of it and you imagine his cheeks must be aching by now, but he seems undeterred and, when his gaze finds you tucked away in the corner with your camera poised to capture it all, it seems to grow even wider despite the seeming impossibility.

He approaches you with your name on his lips, whispered like a prayer that’s meant for your ears only. You don’t know if you actually hear him say anything at all over the din of cheers and chatter, or if you’re just remembering how he sounds in the solitude of a hotel room━ when you can pretend like the world outside doesn’t exist and let the pretenses of your relationship fall away to reveal the gnarled claws of your hearts reaching desperately towards one another.

He reaches for you now, a comforting warmth ghosting across your waist. You have just enough sense left to transform his intimate touch into a friendly hug, but the weight of his hand pressing against the small of your back and the tightness with which you wrap your arms around him betray the truth.

“Congratulations,” you murmur into his ear before pulling away. Your hands linger on his shoulders, and you can’t help it when your eyes flicker to his lips━ a deep urge settles within you, a desire to stake your claim here in front of the entire team and show them all that Lando is yours and you are his, despite what the articles written about you and Garrett might claim━ but you relinquish your hold on him when he’s beckoned away by Andrea and resign yourself to maintaining the secrecy still.

Cloak and dagger aside, being in a relationship with Lando has been surprisingly easy. Surprising in the sense that you expected there to be more conflict━ more lingering resentment or uncertainty from all that happened. But the reality is that you both slipped into your new roles rather effortlessly because the only real thing that changed was the label.

And the kissing, of course. There’s a lot more kissing.

Even still, there isn’t too much of a difference between curling up beside him in on a couch and running your fingers through his curls while listening to him gossip about the drama of the other drivers, and snuggling into his side and holding his hand while he talks about his day.

There are still things he’s making up for and he knows that, but somehow the jump between what you were before that night in Bahrain and what you are now, after, feels right.

You consider it, the jump, to be a leap of faith, and it’s brought you to the realization that the life you’d been living━ the life you’d convinced yourself to be content with━ hadn’t been enough and would’ve never been enough. There would’ve always been a part of you that remained empty, a part of you that you hadn’t realized existed until Lando soothed away the ache of its longing. You think, without him, it would’ve been left wanting and waiting for forever.

But that’s not a future that you can envision anymore, because you do have him, and he makes sure to remind you of that fact every night when you’re both safely hidden away from prying eyes.

You were, of course, still careful throughout the rest of your time in Bahrain. Maybe too careful, with the way you both avoided each other in the garage. The entire weekend of the Grand Prix, Oscar had looked like he’d wanted to ask about it━ to pick it apart and figure out how to put it back together like some sort of puzzle in a way that was so uniquely him. You’re better now, sometime during Saudi Arabia you both managed to find the middle ground between ignoring one another entirely and being so smitten with each other that you can’t look away. Oscar still looks like he wants to ask, but he also seems content to observe whatever he’s convinced himself he’s watching unfold on its own.

Everybody else is used to the closeness you share with Lando and the years of history backing your friendship. They don’t bat a lash at the fluctuations between the two of you. Most of them have seen, or at least heard about, the spats in the early days, but all of them have witnessed the attachment you share which makes it that much easier to slip, unquestioned, into Lando’s driver room.

He enters the room himself a few minutes later and seems entirely unsurprised to see you waiting for him.

He takes you in through pupils blown wide with euphoria. He’s still twitchy with the high of his win. “You gonna congratulate me for real this time?”

You beckon him closer with a curl of your finger, an instruction he’s eager to follow. He spares a fleeting moment to lock the door behind him, and then slinks over to where you’re leaned up against the wall opposite the door.

You pull him in by the collar of his fireproofs and press a slow, searing kiss to his lips.

They’re chapped━ he’s been licking them━ but it doesn’t take away from the sweetness of the champagne you can taste in his mouth or the heat that swells in your stomach when he makes a punched out, desperate noise.

His hands shake as they come up to clutch at your shirt and when you pull away, he’s breathing heavily. The pink tinge that had faded from his cheeks is back, and his gaze flickers back and forth between staring into your eyes and staring down at your lips.

“Congratulations, Lando,” you purr, before releasing your hold on his collar and gently pushing him in the direction of the bathroom door. “Now, go shower. The faster you do that, the faster we can get back to the hotel and we can celebrate.”

Lando all but stumbles into the washroom, sparing glances over his shoulder as he goes like he’s worried you’ll disappear. You give him a wave before he lets the door close behind him, and then you wait.

It feels like your fault. You know it isn’t━ or, if it is, then Lando carries just as much blame as you do━ but it feels like you should’ve known better.

You’re the one who set the rules, you’re the one who established the necessity of being careful. No PDA in public, whether it be hand holding, kissing, hugging or whatever. No anything anywhere that someone might be able to see, no matter how inconceivable it might be. It was for Lando’s safety as much as it was for yours, because you were desperate to keep him as far away as you possibly could from the danger of Garrett Ward and his fans.

But you got comfortable. You should’ve put your foot down when he’d crowded against you━ should’ve waited until you were inside the hotel at the very least and not standing in the middle of a parking building━ but you didn’t, too wrapped up in the heat of the moment and still buzzing with the rush of desire from the implication of more that you’d promised in his driver room. Now, you’re staring down at undeniable evidence of a secret that has the power to leave you ruined, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Honestly, it was all going well━ too well.

You don’t typically believe in the luck or karmic balance, but it feels hard to deny their existence now when you’re faced with proof of their work. With so much good fortune used up in such a short amount of time━ your fledgling romance, being able to keep it hidden so well, and now Lando’s win━ you feel like you should’ve anticipated some sort of catastrophe to strike and balance it all out again.

Garrett Ward’s name flashing across your screen is the harbinger of your continued misfortune. He’s made himself scarce the last few weeks and the radio silence on his end has been an enjoyable vacation away from the almost constant reminder of the deal you’re trapped in, but the incoming call from him leaves you shaken and uneven, like your legs have been kicked out from beneath you and now you’re in freefall.

When you answer, he gets straight to the point.

“We had an agreement.”

“Garrett━”

“So,” he interrupts, voice stoney and cold. “Care to explain why I woke up this morning to my agent informing me of a very incriminating picture of you and Lando Norris sucking each other’s faces off?”

You aren’t “sucking each other’s faces off”, but the picture is incriminating. There’s no denying that it’s you wrapped up in another man’s arms and kissing someone who is very obviously not Garrett. You could try and argue that the kissing isn’t technically on the lips, but you doubt that would make much of a difference when the intimacy is plain as day.

“That’s a stretch━”

“Stretch or not,” he interrupts again, “you have royally fucked up and I expect you to find a way to fix it. Unless, of course, you’ve forgotten about why you agreed to this all in the first place?”

You’ve never heard Garrett ever sound so angry before. He’s been annoyed and pissy, and he’s snapped at you with cutting remarks and sneering derision like your presence alone pains him, but he’s never been angry. The dark undertone of how he speaks and the thickening of his sharp accent forces something cold to settle in your chest.

“I don’t care that you got what you wanted out of this whole scheme, Y/N,” he continues, snarling your name. “Quite frankly, if I cared any less about you and the happiness you’ve found with Norris, I’d stop breathing. But I haven’t gotten what I’m after, yet, so you better not fuck this up anymore than you already have or you can say goodbye to everything━ Norris included.”

There’s a finality to the way he says it, like he’ll personally ensure your happiness is destroyed if he doesn’t get his own.

Garrett is aware of what he can get away with. You’ve learned this through the time you’ve begrudgingly spent with him. He doesn’t fear the consequences of his actions because the likelihood of there ever actually being any consequences is slim, and he has such an obsessively devoted fanbase that they’d turn a blind eye to any wrong doings he’s accused of.

All Garrett has to do is tell them to jump and they’re tripping over themselves to ask him how high.

You can’t believe you ever thought you could get anything out of him. It seems so unforgivably stupid now, to have tried to stoop to his level out of your pettiness towards the situation with Lando. The fact that you ever felt it justified to risk admitting your feelings on the matter with him is appalling. Garrett is a conniving, manipulative prick and you think the only person truly capable of loving him would be his mother out of a maternal devotion to her child. There is nothing redeeming about him or what he does. He is useless in every way, and you’re tired of him having so much control over you, especially when a good chunk of that control was handed to him through your own fears.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this, Garrett.”

He scoffs, like it’s obvious. “Because I can? Because I’ll do whatever it takes? Manchester City is my team, and I’ll be damned if I let them kick me off because a few people take issue with how I keep my company.”

“I don’t think it’s all that unreasonable to not want to associate with someone who’s a notorious prick,” you bite back.

“Maybe I am a prick,” you can practically hear the sneer in his voice, and it doesn’t take much to envision what it looks like on his face. “But I’m a prick who plays for the greatest English team in the world. The trophies prove as much.”

It feels like a slap in the face to the players that actually got those trophies for the club. Players like Jack, Erling, Kevin, Bernardo, and so many others━ who actually put in the blood, sweat, and tears that were necessary to earn them their Treble win in the prior season. Players who care about their club and team beyond the notoriety the name gives them, or how good it’ll look in the future when their Wikipedia page says they played for Manchester City under the tutelage of a legend like Pep Guardiola. Players who care about the people behind the scenes━ the coaches and physios that ensure they can do their job and do it at peak performance, and the staff like you who don’t really affect their ability to play but who still have a role in keeping everything in motion.

“You didn’t even help them get those trophies!” You exclaim, happy Lando left earlier that morning when the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon and Melbourne was bathed in the dawning light. It gives you the ability now to tear into Garrett without his concerned hovering, to be as viscious and cutthroat as you want without fear of Lando judgement.

“You were on loan to a Championship team all of last season,” you continue, “and you only got called back because of your injury. You weren’t game ready until February of this year, and even now you don’t start. You’ve been back on the pitch a whopping two times, and both of them were for the FA Cup when Pep wanted to rest up the players that actually matter. Everything City has gotten they earned without you. They don’t need you at all, Garrett. You’re useless to them, and you’re useless to everyone else without them.”

He’s silent for a moment, and you can tell you’ve struck a nerve. As much as Garrett pretends to be infallible and nonplussed, he is still a human and he has insecurities of his own, and you’d bet every chunk of change you’ve ever earned that you just managed to find his.

When he speaks again, his voice is low and dangerous. The blazing inferno of your anger dwindles down to a flickering candle flame in the face of his own rage, like you’ve been doused with a bucket of frigid water.

“And you’re useless to me━” he says, “━if you don’t find a way to fix this mess you’ve created. So either you do what you’re told, or I’ll follow through on what I promised and make you so miserable that you’ll never feel even a fragment of happiness ever again. Have I made myself clear?”

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

He laughs. “It’s nothing personal, love. I’ll be in touch. Cheers.”

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yourusername i was made aware today of a set of photos going around featuring me and my coworker in a situation that could be mistaken as compromising. i’m coming here to tell you that me and garrett are still very much together and still very happy to be with one another. lando is a long time friend of mine and i was congratulating him on a well deserved victory. a kiss on the cheek is not implicit of romantic interest, and i will not be made to feel ashamed for supporting my friend in a way that is unique to us. we, like all friends, have quirks to our relationship, and those quirks are no one’s business but our own. lando is very dear to me, but i can have male friends and still be very much in love with my boyfriend. as proof, here are pictures of the day me and garrett spent in london on a date after i got back from melbourne.

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user i was actually kind of excited at the idea of her being with lando… 🫤

↳ user IKR??? idk, her relationship with garrett has always seemed to surface level. her and lando have YEARS of friendship under their belt and i gen thought they were already dating when i got into f1

↳ user so glad i’m not the only one who thought this!! seeing the pictures of her with ward actually shocked me bc i thought her and norris were in a not-so-secret secret relationship already

user THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU Y/N 🙌🙌🙌

user if my bf kissed another girl on the cheek and hugged her like that, congratulations or not, i’d be livid.

↳ user just say you’re insecure and move on. not everyone is out to cheat on their partner, but it says a lot about you that your first instinct when you see two friends sharing a moment is that you automatically assume they’re romantically involved 🙄

user ok but those pictures look pretty damning…..

↳ user i ain’t never seen “friends” hold one another like that is all i’m saying 👀👀

↳ user friends can be intimate without the intimacy being romantic, but in this singular case i do think there was mayhaps a bit more going on than just friendly congratulations

user ooooooh I know Lando has got to be fuming rn 😂

user seeing this comments makes me so afraid for the future generation. since when did we condone cheating?

↳ user are you actually fucking blind?? 🤨🤨 you’re commenting this on a post where she is literally telling us she didn’t cheat and that her and lando are just friends. it’s literally a he-said-she-said situation between the paparazzi and her and lando, and quite frankly i’m choosing to believe the people actually involved because the paparazzi are notorious for capturing things without context and painting situations in a certain light purely to drum up drama and excitement.

↳ user yeah but if someone’s cheating and they get caught they aren’t gonna admit to cheating? especially if they can just use the excuse that they’re friends with the person they’re having an affair with?

↳ user i think it’s super telling how the media views women if the first impression is to assume a woman with a male friend is cheating on her partner. god forbid women have friends that aren’t exclusively female 🙄😮‍💨

user GARRETT GET OUT OF HERE LET US Y/NLANDO GIRLIES HAVE OUR MOMENT OF TRUTH 😭😭😭

user i know my girl y/n wasn’t a cheater

user is it morally wrong to hope that y/n really is cheating on garrett? I’ve always gotten a bad vibe from him from the beginning, especially when he did nothing to defend her when his crazy fans were bashing her in the comments and literally sending her death threats. I’m not saying cheating is okay, but i don’t think i would blame her in a situation like this, especially when lando is her best friend and has been since like 2019

↳ user i don’t think it’s morally wrong persay… i don’t think i would blame her either for cheating in this situation, but i also don’t want her to be associated with the type of stigma that comes from being exposed to the public as a cheater. especially since her career is as public as it is and relies so much on having an online presence

↳ user honestly i just hate garrett ward and i’ve wanted her and lando together since 2021 🤷‍♀️

user why does the caption to this post seem so scripted…?

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landonorris can’t tag who took these pictures for me cuz we might get accused of cheating 🤷‍♂️

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oscarpiastri do you think people suspect we’re also having an affair? 🤔

↳ landonorris they can never stop our love, oscar! 😩

user MR NORRIS DID NOT COME TO PLAY 🫢🫢

user i love you lando pls never change

user i just know bro was FUMING when he saw y/n’s post denying the rumours

↳ user mans has been trying to shoot his shot with a babe like her since 2019 💀 if i were him i would be too

user okay so do we think there’s actually smth there or are they really just friends?

↳ user my two cents is that they’re together and garrett knows but doesn’t care and just doesn’t care so long as the public doesn’t find out about it

↳ user what??? no wtf why would any guy, but especially a guy like garrett ward, let his girlfriend be with another man???

↳ user because garrett ward is an infamous cheater and he probably is seeing other women too? because garrett would be a hypocrite to condemn his gf if she cheats when he’s cheated on several women in the past and not even faced any consequences?

user god what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall when all this drama is happening

↳ user I have never wanted to be in the room where it happens more than this moment right now

user 🧡🧡🧡 LANDO PODIUM LET’S GOOOOOOO!!! 🧡🧡🧡

user bro got the trophy and (almost) got the girl

↳ user he’ll have his first win AND the girl by the end of the season, i’m calling it

user so disgusting to see you condone cheating. what happened to bro code??

↳ user be so fucking frrrrrr omg. he’s not condoning cheating, he’s making fun of ppl who think he’s having an affair with someone who has a boyfriend just bc they’re friends, bc for some reason society forbids boy-girl friend duos. grow up. “bro code” is so middle school.

user bro wants us to know it was real so bad but he knows he’d get in trouble if he out right told us

user lando is either telling us we’re all dumb for thinking they’re together, or they’re actually together and we’re all dumb for not knowing

↳ user he’s a paradox and his only purpose in life is to make things chaotically confusing for the rest of us 🤦

user the filters on these photos just SCREAM y/n...

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Your first trip to Asgard

Warnings: Vomiting, fluff, angst

You land on Asgard, clutching Loki's arm in a death grip. Your nails dig into the black leather of his jacket, knuckles white as you fight to keep down your breakfast.

At Loki's other side, Steve Rogers grasps Thor's shoulder to steady himself. Beside you, Director Fury stands almost entirely still, the only sign of movement a slight flapping of his coat.

"Welcome to..."

"I'm going to be sick," you cut off the gatekeeper, releasing Loki and running to spill the churning contents of your stomach off the bridge.

You look up and see a grand procession approaching from further down, their guilded armor bright in the morning sun. Leading the group are four warriors: a stunning dark-haired woman, a blonde with a charming grin, a stout soldier sporting wild facial hair, and an overly serious crusader.

You wipe your mouth, feeling better but still unsteady on your feet as you return to the circular chamber. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Don't worry about it," Steve says. "I was a mess on my first visit."

"Um, thanks." You don't really believe him.

"I am Heimdall," the golden god continues, unfazed by your interlude. "Gatekeeper of Asgard, protector of the Bifrost, and seer of all things."

At this point, the entourage arrives. "May I present Lady Sif, the Warriors Three and the Einherjar," Thor makes your introductions, noting that Rogers and Fury are already acquainted with the leaders.

Three horses are presented for your journey to the palace. You perch nervously at the front of your saddle, grasping the horn for dear life. Loki swings up gracefully behind you and reaches around to control the reigns.

"It's alright, darling," he coos, wrapping an arm snuggly about your middle. "Nótt is steady and true. He will deliver us safely, I guarantee it."

You take a breath, trying not to shudder or look beyond the bridge. "It's my first time."

"And you're doing splendidly," he hugs you closer and you begin to relax as you watch Steve cling to Thor's waist.

Fury kicks his steed to a trot, joining Hogun at the head of the group.

☕

The five of you gather in an antechamber, preened and swathed in Asgardian finery. Rogers and Fury are called first, leaving to greet the court. After some time, you and Loki are announced.

He takes your hand, placing it around his arm before entering the grand golden hall. You walk side by side down the long aisle to the throne. Loki's steps are assured, his pace steady, honed jaw set in determination. The crowd claps respectfully, their observance subdued, even hesitant.

You reach the stairs below the throne and bend in a nervous curtsy. The prince gives his father a minimal bow; enough to show the necessary respect, but not a hair more.

"My son," Odin addresses Loki. You watch as his lip gives a slight twitch of irritation. "Welcome home."

"Father," comes the strained reply.

He then turns to the stately woman on your left. "Mother," he greets with a warm smile.

The queen comes to bestow a kiss on each of her son's cheeks. "It's so good to have your home." She turns to beam at you. "And you must be the gracious lady my sons speak so highly of!"

Loki provides your name and you exchange pleasantries with his parents before standing beside the queen, opposite Steve and Fury.

"Thor Odinson!" the herald bellows, followed by a roar of cheers and clapping from the crowd. The crown prince swings his hammer around, eliciting further excitement. You give Loki's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Father! Mother," Thor greets as he approaches, kneeling before the throne. "It has been too long."

"Too long indeed," Odin beams with pride for his first born. "I fear that if it were not for these mandatory check-ins, I we would never see you."

"I was here only a month ago," Thor's brows draw together in confusion before he brightens like a lightbulb. "Loki and I will make a point to visit more often." The dark-haired bother exhales a measured breath beside you. You doubt he plans to follow though with that promise.

☕

While the king reviews his youngest's contributions to Earth's safety, Queen Frigga invites you to tea.

Guiding you along a winding garden path, the matriarch asks how you and Loki are settling into your new space. She listens with interest to the explanation of your minimalist design preferences and methods taken to assimilate his more extravagant leanings.

Eventually you reach a grand birch tree. Beneath it sits a table set for two. A tiered tray boasts bite size sandwiches, petits fours, fruit, and madeleines. Small jars of curd, cream, jam, and honey surrounded it, with a heaping plate of scones and large pot of tea to complete the spread.

"I'm impressed to hear how well you collaborate with my youngest," Frigga comments as she pours your tea. "He's not always the most amiable, but he's unfeigned when it comes to you."

You smile, adding cream to cool your steaming china cup. "I think people rely too much on first impressions. Though impulsively acting superior when he feels insecure doesn't exactly help matters."

The queen nearly spills her tea, covering a smile. "That's quite an astute observation."

As your meal comes to a close, Loki appears. "I take it you're becoming better aquainted?"

"We are indeed," Frigga confirms. "I'm so glad you've finally introduced us."

"Mother," Loki smiles, "you know you're always welcome to visit Midgard."

"Maybe we should make a formal invitation?" you suggest.

Your trio walks slowly back to the palace, discussing potential opportunities for the king and queen to visit New York. A pattern forms with Loki suggesting inconsequential dates, and Frigga being forced to "remind" him they're during occasions that require the Alfather's presence onworld.

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Before you part ways, Loki stops a passing servant and requests they show you to his chambers, noting he requires a moment alone with his mother. You say your goodbyes to the queen until supper and her son assures he'll join you imminently.

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The Red Queen (Chapter 3/?)

110 ac

Alicents pov

I’m Sitting on the floor of your chambers as I watch you stand in front of a mirror looking at yourself in your Nameday dress. You are smiling back at yourself as you touch your poofy purple dress, the purple of the dress compliments your hair and eye colors perfectly. The prince stands next to you, as he almost always does, smiling as you excitedly twirl in your dress. 

I perk up when you turn to me. “Do you like it, Ali?” I smile and nod. “Beautiful.” I respond and you beam happily.

“Well of course she looks beautiful, with that face any dress would look wonderful on her.” The price responds. The prince says things like this often, it makes many at court wonder why as he has never talked like this about Princess Rhaenyra. 

Sometimes when I watch you two it looks like he’s in love with you. But that can’t be for you are his niece, and only a girl of four now. I must be seeing things.

I stand once the prince has finished braiding your hair into a crown. “Are you ready to go princess? Many must be waiting for you.” I say smiling as the prince picks you up walking towards the door ignoring me. The prince does that often, especially if the little princess is near him. 

Once we make it to the doors I rush inside as you and the prince will walk in together. I rush to sit next to my father as the last noble family is announced and shown where to sit. “You're late.” My father says in that tone that makes my blood run cold and my body tense up. “The princess wished for me to stay with her. She wanted me to help pick her jewelry.” I say as I start to pick at my cuticles. I know he knows I’m partially lying, which is why he only hums in response. 

My father sent me years ago to spend time with the princess, what he didn’t think would happen is mine and yours attachment to each other. Sometimes I think he hates it, and then others I feel like he loves it. Hates because I defend you when you misbehave with Lady Laena, and loves because it makes us closer to the royal family. I never know how far my father would go for power, and I don’t want to find out.

I watch as the doors open and all of us stand. You hold the prince’s hand and look down as you walk down the steps, still not confident enough to walk down without looking. Many cheer and clap as you walk to the head table. You are talking to your uncle animatedly, he seems to be listening intently.

Once you sit in your chair everyone sits and waits for the king’s speech. “Welcome to my youngest's fourth Nameday! We are overjoyed on this most wonderful of days, and are thankful you have joined us on such a day! We will feast and then we will dance the night away! Happy Nameday, my darling girl.” After the king’s speech, we all say ‘Happy Nameday, princess!’ you beam happily at the attention. 

I watch as the prince stands and picks you up so he can starts filling your plate. I don’t hear it but I can see you telling him what you want, and him trying to talk you into more vegetables on your plate. I can never not giggle when you bend the famous ‘Rouge Prince’ to your will, you make it seem as easy as breathing, but everyone at court knows that’s not true and that you are his weakness. 

As the feast continues I don’t think there is a soul who can not hear you and Lady Laenas childlike laughter, you two are in fits of giggles as you eat talking a storm to each other. You are the only one who makes me feel welcomed by the royal family. Rhaenyra is snide and always comments on the small country house I will help rule. the King never notices me unless I’m by my fathers side. the Queen always has a pinched smile, and that could be because she is always with child, but I feel she doesn’t enjoy my company. The prince ignores me unless you have spoken to me. Even my father sees me as nothing more than a means to a end, I must admit I’m surprised I am not wed off yet for his ambitious gain. You are the only one who smiles genuinely when you see me, the only one who acknowledges me with out help of others, the only one who calls me pretty, the only one who sees me

When everyone starts dancing you and Laena run around the room ducking between lords legs if they are in your way. But I am distracted from you as a very handsome boy around my age walks up to me. “May I have this dance my lady?” he asks as he holds his hand out to me. My father isn’t next to me anymore as he talks to the king, if he were he would have slapped this boy for what I will find out through the night.

He leads me to the floor and we begin the dance, thankfully it’s a simple one as I haven’t practiced this one in a long time. “What is your name my lord?” I ask as he spins me to the beat. “William Rivers, my lady.” he says smiling. I gasp when I hear the last name, the name bastards are given in the Riverlands. 

“Wh-Who is your father?” I ask as I look to make sure my father isn’t paying attention. “Lord Simon Strong, he’s a good man. Fell for a maid in Harrenhal, from that love came me.” he says as he search my face for any hatred for him. He does not find any, for there is none. 

That night we talked and danced together, and at the end of the night he pulled me into a dark hall and kissed me. The most handsome boy I’ve ever seen, with his dark brown hair and eyes, his perfect dimples when he smiles, with the cutest dusting of freckles across his face, kissed me. “We’ll send ravens, keep in touch.” he says once my father starts calling for me, I nod excitedly as I walk away towards my father.

But sadly that was the day I learned a mans sweet words are just that, sweet words. He left and never sent any letters my way as I sent three a moon, for five moons I did this, until I relized he just wanted what every man wants, a pretty face to look at as he ruts into me. Thank goodness my father called for me in that hall before that could happen, or else I’d be forever ruined. 

Daemons pov

Once your father finished his speech I picked you up to help fill your plate. “What do you want, my girl? The chicken, the turkey, or the pig roast?” I ask as you contemplate your options. I’ve always made your plate, especially at feasts. 

You scrunch your face and turn to look at me. “But it’s my Nameday, shouldn’t I eat cake Kepus?” you ask as you look at the ten tiered cake made for your Nameday.

I chuckle and shack my head. “After we eat real food, then you can have cake.” I say as I put a chicken leg on your plate, as well as a helping of roasted potatoes. 

Once your plate is made you demand to sit with Laena, so I sit you in my lap as you and Laena eat and chat about how fancy your party is. I smile as you interact, that is until Rhaenys taps my shoulder. “Laenor wants to be your squire, tell him no Daemon. I have a family member of house Velaryon taking him on. If you say yes you’ll find a certain extremity missing in the morning.” My ravened haired cousin says, with that cold tone and calculating eyes that can make any man tremble if she wished it.

“Do not fret cousin, I am not in search of a squire as of now.” I answer as I wipe your face of the gravy that covers your mouth.

You may know how to eat on your own by now, but that does not mean that you are a cleanly eater. Fork clutched in your chubby tot fingers, napkin tucked into your dress so you don’t ruin it, and a smile so bright many would think the sun had somehow made its way into the great hall of the Red Keep, it is a imagine of true childlike happiness on a darling girl's Nameday. 

Rhaenys takes me out of my thoughts as she hums and looks at me and you critically. “Good, wouldn't want you too busy. For who else will wipe the young princesses mouth when she eats.” she says as she raises a brow and taking a sip of wine. 

I grit my teeth at this comment, many at court look at me and you judgmentally when we are together. I’m used to it, but your always confused when people start to whisper as we walk by always asking. “What are they talking about? I want to know too.”  

I always say the same thing “nothing of note, Darling. Their lives are not exciting enough; they must look at ours to find it.”

I hum and stand as you’ve finished eating. “Yes and who will watch your son as he sneaks out with his crush?” I counter as I walk away with you in my arms. I watch with a smirk as Rhaenys whipped her head to the side to watch as her son runs out with his friend lord Joffery Lonmouth.  

Once I set you down you run off excitedly with Laena I give any lord or lady a glare if they start to reprimand or gripe at you two. Why can’t these pompous fucks let children be children?

You two run about the room giggling and chasing each other, you duck under lords legs if they are deemed in your way and continue your game of tag. I let this continue until you trip and land on your knees, you start to cry thankfully you aren’t sobbing yet or else that would catch the attention of everyone. 

I pick you up quickly and kiss your head and rub your back to sooth you. Laena  looks up worried. “Is she alright?” She asks, I nod, which seems to calm the Velaryon girl. It’s no surprise she is worried about you, you two have spent almost everyday together since you met all those years ago. 

When I look up at a clock I see it is well past your bedtime. “Why don’t you go to your mother Laena, it’s quite late and you too should get to bed.” I say and Laena pouts but runs off to her mother. 

I carry you to your chambers and you lift your head up from where it was resting on my shoulder. “No Kepus, I’m not done playing.” you pout as I hand you to your nursemaid to be changed into a nightgown. 

“No, you will not be talking me out of this, Sweetling. You can’t even keep your eyes open, it’s time for bed.” I say comfortingly 

You whip your head to me as I lay you under the covers and tuck you in. “No! What about my story? You always read me a story!” you exclaim to which I chuckle. “Of course I didn’t forget about your story, my girl.” 

You smile and snuggle into me as I read a story from old Valyria, one about a girl and her dragon who help the weak, moving from city to city helping everyone in need.

Half way through the story you are sound asleep against me, I chuckle and kiss your head and turn to the nursemaid sternly. “Keep her safe.” I say, she nodded to this as I do the same thing every night. 

I would stay in there if I could, but I know it would cause too much of a scandal at court. So I stick to being the sole person other than your nursemaid to be a part of your nightly routine. And I’ll be damned if anyone tries to take that from me. they may just get to meet Dark sister, a honor I don't just give to anybody.

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The Gift (Pt. 1 of ?)

Note: Part 1 of ?

~One Shot inspired by the PIC & Prince of Egypt

Rating: R

Summary: Loki is given a particular slave as a gift for another one of Asgard's victories. 

“ANOTHER!”

Cheers, glasses smashing, clinking, laughing, music, the smell of alcohol, food and breasts threatening to poor out of tops, all held the ingredients to a stereotypical Asgardian celebration as it felt like the whole kingdom gathered to celebrate.

A battle was just won a few hours before, but to be honest, Asgard hosted these parties practically every night; mainly hosted and encouraged by King Thor who just couldn’t get enough of the party life. One could do that every day with that much power..

He sat at the head of the feast table, a large fire being the main source of light as people danced around it and sang in their native language. Slaves hustled around the pieces of broken mugs to continue serving his heart’s desires, one even being instructed to sit on his half for most of the night currently as a drunk hand inched its way up her skirts.

King yes, but he wasn’t even the one to have primarily claimed victory today. It was Loki.

Loki stayed silent, contently listening to the music in the background as he moved through the wave of guests, his slim fingers gripping the handle of his own drink which he sipped leisurely. Of course, Thor would take all the credit, having spent hours each night conducting the perfect battle plan just for his brother to rip all the recognition away. Typical.

His expression was.. expressionless, showing how years of the same situations has finally numbed him to the fact where he didn’t display his agitation anymore. He merely got the leftover. Even the whores who stumbled around, their centers sore and the alcohol still taking affect as they tried clinging themselves to him, in which he would politely wave them off and continue on.

His credit may be stolen, but his reputation with women was at least much higher than Thor’s.. whether it be true or not. Loki had absolutely no trouble bringing any woman to bed, or men. He was just subtle, even making it a game before acting as if nothing happened the day after. He didn’t wish to think of how many countless souls went through Thor’s chambers, particularly he just didn’t care.

Making his way over to his seat, regrettably it being right next to his brother, Loki raised his glass with a painted-on grin as another cheers rose through the crowds that happened seemingly every ten minutes.

‘’brother!! It is so good to see you! Where have you been lurking?” Thor slurred with a lopsided grin as Loki sat down in his seat, his green came spreading behind him as he relaxed for once with much less annoyance.

‘’settling the score brother’’ Loki smirked, an innuendo that he had just gotten back fucking someone as his gaze ran over the woman hanging onto Thor’s neck with her lips latched on to his skin. ‘’are you still trying to get this one to bed?”

Thor laughed as his grip on her thigh tightened a little, causing her to squirm a little as he looked at his brother casually. ‘’sometimes you just need to enjoy the build up deal brother, and how could I leave now when I have something for you?”

Loki raised a brow, his body tensing out of instinct as these things usually come without enjoyment for himself. ‘’oh a gift brother? You shouldn’t have.’’ He says dryly and finishes his cup, holding it up as a maid seemed to span out of nowhere to refill it.

‘’why of course! It might seem like it, but I can’t take all the credit for todays victory’’ Thor grinned as Loki’s brows raised at his willingness to share. ‘’I know you were the intelligence for the plan that was executed, let me give you something out of gratitude’’ he said and stood, the poor woman yelping in surprise as she caught herself on her feet and Thor moved her away as if she was no more than a piece of broken cup that scattered amongst the floor.

By two claps, the music died down immediately as everyone’s attention moved to king Thor, grins and conversations coming to a hush as Thor stood up with his mug.

‘’my dear friends! Today has been yet another victory for Asgard!”’ he yelled, raising a mug as everyone cheered and did the same. ‘’but we cannot forget that it wouldn’t have been possible without my little brother’s skillset for ‘element of surprises’’’ Thor grinned and waved a hand towards Loki who calmly sipped at his drink, his expression seeming like he wasn’t paying attention at all as cheers erupted again.

‘’and so to celebrate his actions, I have a gift to bestow upon him!’’ Thor boomed and waved a hand across the room at awaiting guards whom understood the signal and opened the doors.

At least three guards came in, one of them holding onto a rope that stretched behind them where they didn’t seem bothered to look back as they moved forward, pulling on it.

Loki’s brow raised, forgetting to hide his wonder as his cup slowly lowered from his mouth and he subconsciously leaned forward in his chair.

The guards pulled in a woman, about a foot shorter than him with features that resembled nothing like those in this realm. Her wrists were bound, having been tied with the other end of the rope as the guards pulled and she stumbled along, barefoot and with a servants dress that stopped mid-thigh with very thin and plain material. Her skin was milk white, her hair platinum silver that hung down to her mid waist and didn’t hide her long, pointy ears while her eyes held an almost crystal blue hue. They were wide, fearful, and full of wonder of what might happen in the next few moments that seemed to match Loki’s expression as well.

‘’we’ve pulled her from the dungeons, found from the forbidden sands of Alfheim years ago. She held the title of ambassador, representing her royals before she stumbled upon forbidden grounds of Asgard.’’ Thor announced, the booze affecting the dramatic build up he hoped to have advertised for her as his eyes flashed a little to hers. ‘’trespassing it never taken lightly.’’

Loki’s expression was hidden well but his eyes gazed upon her with pity and curiosity. She carried Elf blood, and her features- although tired and broken- still held its representation of how powerful and beautiful her people were. She sank to her knees, out of fear or exhaustion, he didn’t know. But she looked about her in all angels as if she were a dog being tormented by a pack. Raising his glass to his lips, Loki’s eyes never left her as he sat back in his chair calmly.

‘’a dungeon whore, how thoughtful brother.’’

‘’only the very best for my little brother,’’ Thor grinned, a hand slapping down on his shoulder with excitement as he looked upon the slave as if it actually for him.

Quite frankly, Loki wouldn’t be surprised if Thor had used her up first, but with the way her eyes looked about with curiosity, wonder and fear, he knew she was unharmed in where she had stayed all these years below Asgard. Of course that was the catch.. Thor couldn’t even provide him with a victory whore and found it better suitable to pull one from the dungeons of Asgard. He probably could just throw her back in later and Thor wouldn’t ask him about it the next day. With the way he swayed and slurred, he might not even remember this feast when the night was through.

‘’thank you brother, to another victory.’’ Loki said simply and raised his cup for dismissal of this whole thing and Thor raised his cup with a grin towards the crowd.

‘’to Asgard!’’

‘’TO ASGARD!’’ everyone cheered and the music began again with dancing, drinking and feasting.

Thor looked over to the guards and waved a hand with an excited smile. ‘’see to it she is taken to Loki’s chambers, have her prepared.’’

Loki’s eyes closed in almost annoyance, hating having to go through such unnecessary and unwanted happenings but at least it was a good excuse to leave this party. Standing up, he hit Thor on the back with much less equal force and fainted a smile. ‘’thank you brother, I shall take my leave for the night.’’

‘’enjoy brother’’ Thor grinned and turned back to the festivities as if nothing had happened.

Back to being invisible. When it came to such things like this, it was preferred. Now that the whole room thought Loki would be ‘taken care of’ tonight, no whore would try to hang off him but did eye him with flirtatious wants. He flashed them his famous smirk, his cape flowing behind him as he passed and his grin didn’t drop until he was finally alone in the halls, making his way to his chambers.

Perhaps this woman will be a good way to take his mind off of today’s unnecessary happenings. 

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Healing - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

After Aemond is injured during a jousting tournament, you have been selected to tend to his wounds. The prince is not prepared to awaken to a feisty, unknown woman in his chambers who claims she’s there to care for him.

(Listen, Ser Harwin still owns my heart but this devilish war criminal has been plaguing my thoughts. I must banish him with a fic. Since some of you have asked to be tagged in Harwin fics I’m not gonna tag anyone here since it’s Aemond but please feel free to let me know if that’s something you’re interested in for the future! Some slight angst and fluff, tw for some brief trauma mentioned by the reader)

Prince Aemond had just beaten his twelfth jousting opponent in his father’s nameday tourney and he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Despite his prowess, he did not have the same reputation for celebrating that his uncle was known for. It was common knowledge that the Prince felt that these events were beneath him and were a waste of his time. However, every now and again he would be persuaded to participate. The silver haired prince would defeat his challengers with speed and efficiency, earning raucous roars from the crowd each time a young knight or lord fell flat on his back.

The men that were pitted against him were of little consequence to him. All from lesser houses, just serving as entertainment to King Viserys amongst the other events and festivities. Aemond would resent being subjected to playing such a role as well, but would never say anything to confirm his feelings. Truthfully, his scowl said enough.

Over the loud cheering from the crowd, the prince could not hear his opponent stirring from his place on the dirt track. Aemond had approached the booth where his family was sitting. His father was grinning and clapping while his mother had a joyful smile of her own. Only when he acted the part of the good son did he receive such affection from his parents. Bowing politely, Aemond willed away the feeling of acid in his stomach and plastered on a smile as well.

And then he felt a sting.

The young lord has stumbled forward and drew his sword up the prince’s back, cutting at the tunic that peeked from under his armor. The sword continued its path and left a noticeable scratch on Aemond’s cheek.

The arena was stunned into silence. The king’s voice boomed and filled the air, demanding the boy drop his sword and back away from the prince. Aemond turned swiftly on his heel and clicked his tongue in disapproval, watching as the heir to House Jhorr lost his nerve, his posture folding as he cowered in fear. Whatever anger that had driven the poor soul to attack him had subsided.

“Pick up your sword boy.” Aemond demanded.

“Please, your grace! Forgive my actions.” Lowering his voice, the sandy haired boy trusted the prince with more knowledge. “My betrothed sits amongst the spectators today. I was embarrassed that I lost. I treated you like a brother and not my lord prince. I am dreadfully sorry.”

Aemond couldn’t help but glance over at the area where the boy’s eyes were hovering. A beautiful blonde lady was clutching her chest, panic marring her graceful features.

Too many people thought the prince was a monster already, with his jagged scar peeking from under his eyepatch. Too many men whispered about him in the corridors, too many ladies cast their eyes down when he walked by, too many children gasped and hid their faces in their mothers dresses.

He was not about to prove their suspicions right.

A handful of the kingsguard interrupted his conversation, scooping the boy up by his arms and holding him in place.

“Please.” The boy whimpered.

Aemond closed his eyes and shook his head, mainly at himself. It would be completely justified if he slashed the young lad’s throat in front of his father’s guests. It would be more than appropriate to have him dragged to the dungeons for further interrogation, never to see the light of day again. But he would see that woman’s face in his dreams every night, her bright eyes spilling with tears.

“All is forgiven.” Aemond said firmly. “Release him.”

The prince’s act of grace elicited gasps and murmurs from the crowd. But Aemond was having a hard time focusing, his vision growing grey and hazy with each passing moment. He saw the boy’s lips move quickly, his expression relieved and his arms animated with movement, but he could not respond.

Prince Aemond had collapsed.

~

Your quiet shop at the edge of King’s Landing had been invaded early in the afternoon by several members of the kingsguard, who were requesting your presence and expertise for an unnamed patient within the Red Keep. You packed several ointments and herbs with you amongst other tools that could be helpful in treating an injury or illness, for they had not told you what was afflicting this person you had been tasked with treating. You were hastily helped into a carriage that took off down the cobblestone roads as soon as the door behind you had shut.

You were a healer that operated a small business in Kings Landing. Unable to study at the Citadel and earn the title of maester due to being born a woman, you did what you could, turning an abandoned home into a place where people could seek treatment if they were unwell. Things had been relatively stable in the capital and you were very cautious with who you let through your doors. You had fled twice from other settlements when talk of witchcraft began brewing (heaven forbid a woman be knowledgeable in subjects like science and medicine). But armed guards firmly escorting you out of the premises and taking you to the royal palace was a sure sign that your activities were not as discreet as you’d hoped they had been.

Just as quickly as you’d been thrust into the carriage, silver gloves reached for you and pulled you out swiftly, placing you on the ground. You were jostled forward and forced to keep up with the fast pace of the guards who were leading you up the steps into the Keep. Without even looking at you, one of them began detailing your assignment as you marched onwards, your glass bottles rattling as they clinked together in your wicker basket.

“You are treating Prince Aemond. He suffered from several injuries that he sustained during today’s tourney. You are responsible for his care during this time.” The guard finally turned to look at you, stopping you in your tracks. “If his condition worsens, you will be at fault. Any mistreatment will be seen as treason.”

“Why are the maesters not attending to the prince?” You asked, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You couldn’t help but find it very ironic that you had been sought out to administer aid to the prince, and yet somehow weren’t fully trusted to do so.

“There is an illness that is plaguing our maesters. We cannot risk exposing the prince. And that is all you need to know on that subject.” He said gruffly.

Several flights of stairs later, you were just outside of Prince Aemond’s bedroom chamber. The guards posted outside of his doors nodded at you as they had been expecting your arrival. The door creaked open and you slipped inside.

The room was ginormous. Soft, velvet furniture adorned a sitting area that was set up around a grand fireplace. The walls were filled with overflowing bookshelves. Aemond had two desks that were scattered with papers, writing implements, and scientific tools. That area was an organized chaos, where the layout of such materials made sense only to him. The corners of your mouth twitched upwards into a smile. Your own room looked very similar in that regard.

The windows were huge, but the drapes were shut in nearly all of them, depriving the room of good lighting. You were too busy looking around and taking note of things that you almost failed to hear a pained groan come from the large bed in the middle of the room. Wisps of pale hair were peeking out from under satin sheets.

“M…m-ma…maester…M-maester Ry…Ry…” Aemond mumbled dryly.

“Do you need some water, your grace?” You asked, making your way over to his side table.

The body underneath the covers stilled. He did not recognize your voice. And your voice was that of a woman’s. The prince sat up sharply, wincing in pain immediately after he had done so.

“Who the hell are you?” He demanded, squinting at you. You paused and gave a slight curtesy before flashing a smile at him.

“I’m not here to kill you if that’s your worry,” you joked, “in fact, I’ve been contracted to do the opposite.”

“You’re a woman.” He stated plainly.

You looked at him wide-eyed, fake shock washing over your face. You slipped a finger under your gown and peeked down at your own chest.

“Good heavens, so I am.” You said in response.

Aemond had to bite his lip to suppress a smile. Who the hell were you?

“You can’t possibly be a maester.” He said, trying to keep his voice as flat as possible.

“I never claimed to be, your grace. But as luck would have it, all of your maesters are currently indisposed, fighting off some illness. So here I am, a world renowned healer in your very own chambers.” You took your eyes off him for a moment to start rummaging through your toolkit, but stopped as soon as you heard him clear his throat.

“I can’t have you tending to me, my lady.” Prince Aemond said.

“I managed to make out some details of your ordeal on my way here.” You said, ignoring his statement entirely. “Your subjects are whispering about it, your grace. Apparently you fainted after you were struck with a sword by one of your opponents?”

“I did not faint,” Aemond said bitterly, “I merely grew tired.”

“An interesting place to choose to catch up on your sleep, your grace.” You quipped.

Aemond rolled his eyes. “Despite what you may have heard, it was not as terrible as it sounds. I will rest here until one of my maesters is available and I’m sure my recovery will be quick. I’m sorry that my family troubled you. I’ll make sure you’re compensated.”

You couldn’t help but notice how hoarse his voice sounded. The idiot never took you up on your offer for water. You strode over to him and poured two glasses of water from the pitcher on his night table. You handed him one glass and downed the other, reassuring him that you had not managed to poison it in the short time you had been in his chambers.

“Let me get this straight,” you said, staring hard at the wiry prince that was still mostly covered by his bedsheets, “you’d rather die than be treated by a woman?”

“Who said anything about dying?” Aemond asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Any type of laceration is dangerous. You never know what sickness is waiting to take root in your blood. By dismissing me, you’re courting death.” You set the glass down on the table and sighed, shaking your head at him. “That’s too bad then. You were so young. I’ll be sure to send my condolences to the King and Queen. What color roses would you like at your funeral, your grace?”

Aemond looked at you incredulously. It was as if you had no fear. Here you were, freely discussing his death without any regard for the consequences. You could have your tongue cut out for speaking such unkind things about him. And yet, he had a feeling you would simply resort to hand gestures instead if that were the case.

“Fine,” he said, shaking his head at you. “You have ten minutes.”

“Thank you so much, your grace.” You said with an abundance of sarcasm.

With deft fingers, you went to work cleaning the scratch on his cheek and the gash that was still seeping from his back. You murmured soft words to him and rubbed his skin every time he winced or made a sound of displeasure. Despite immediately vexing you upon your arrival, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the state the prince was in. He was undoubtably in pain. You also failed to disclose to him that what most of the gossip that you had heard on your way to his chambers was about his uncharacteristic generosity in sparing the young boy’s life. Any other man would’ve cut him down and made an example out of him.

“That lord shouldn’t have acted with such recklessness, your grace.” You said softly as you bent over the bed, hovering over him as you dabbed at his cheek. “You’re lucky the wounds are not that serious.”

“Not that serious?” Aemond said, taking the rag from your hand as he peered into your eyes. “A moment ago you said I was at death’s door.”

You swallowed nervously. It was easy to act aloof and jest with him when you were farther apart. From this angle you couldn’t help but take in his chiseled features, the scent of evergreen that seemed to blanket his skin, and the way his chest rose and fell with each gentle breath.

“Dear, sweet healer?” Aemond pressed. He definitely noticed your eyes wandering.

“I…suppose that’s just because you have access to such wonderful care.” You said, trying your hardest to lighten the mood again and cut the growing tension.

It wasn’t working.

It’s as if Aemond was studying you now. Watching your every movement and enjoying the way you stumbled or stuttered when you caught a glimpse of his piercing gaze. You almost wondered if it would have better if he had been successful in getting rid of you.

You had nearly finished your treatment. The wounds were cleaned and properly dressed. You were in the process of giving him a once-over, checking to see if there were any marks or bruises when you noticed a red line peeking from underneath his eye patch.

“Your grace, if you would be so kind to remove your eye patch, I believe when you fell you must’ve received another injury.” You said gently.

Aemond’s mouth formed a tight line. All the playfulness that had been your doing and the thick energy that had been growing between you two seemed to vanish in an instant.

“I will not.” He said angrily.

“Your grace, I insist. It may require my attention.” You pleaded, moving to place a hand on his cheek. Aemond’s hand moved swiftly to catch your wrist before you had the chance.

“I said I will not.” He repeated, his tone still quite harsh.

You furrowed your brows in annoyance. “I am your healer. I need access to all of you. If I don’t perform proper treatment, I could be punished.”

“I am refusing this treatment.” He said lowly as he dropped your hand.

“Why?” You questioned, your hands on your hips as you stared down at him. He was no longer looking at you. You waited for a response, but Aemond continued to avoid eye contact with you.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and then looked at you again. “You may go now.”

“I will not!” You fumed, pointing your finger at him. “I need to take care of you!”

“Can you take care of this?” He bellowed, ripping the eyepatch from his face.

A dark blue sapphire rested in his eye socket. He glared at you, his chest heaving from his fury. For a moment neither of you spoke, your expression unreadable as you stared at him, the gemstone twinkling ever so slightly when sunlight hit it from a crack in the drapes.

Aemond didn’t know what to expect. You merely stood there, taking him in. Most women would’ve gasped or even screamed. Disgust would’ve been evident on their faces. And yet, you hardly had a reaction. He didn’t know if that was a comfort or not. He was about to command you to speak, but you finally addressed his outburst.

“You think the world doesn’t know about your scar?” You said quietly, your eyes never leaving his. “Prince Aemond One-Eye. You must despise that name. And yet, you hardly know how beloved you are. How people talk of your skill as a swordsman. How men lament that they will never look as handsome as you do, and will never be as well versed in histories or sciences. There are still women that would be lined up to take you as a husband if given the chance. I’ve heard children beg to be you as they play in the streets, for Prince Aemond rides the largest dragon in the world.”

Your fingers moved to the strings of your dress. Your eyes grew heavy from the tears threatening to spill from them. Slowly, you pulled at the fasteners of your garment until your dress fell from your body, revealing a large scar that ran from your hip all the way up between your breasts.

“There is no love for a peasant woman that looks like this. Every man who catches a glimpse of this ugly red mark beneath my gown turns their head in disgust. Every jagged corner of my skin reminds me of how unloved I am. Remember that, my prince, the next time you decide to wallow in self-pity.” Your voice wavering slightly, you tilted your chin up again and glared back at him. “I am very sorry you lost your eye, but you will always be a prince. You will always be loved. Others are not so fortunate.”

Aemond rose from the bed and made his way over to you. You had bent down to recover your gown but Aemond’s hands found yours. He interlocked your fingers with his, squeezing them gently in a silent plea to get you to look at him again.

“When you first came into my chambers, I wanted you to leave immediately. I did not want the burden of looking at me and tending to me to fall onto a woman. Especially one such as beautiful as you,” he murmured, tracing small circles on your palm with his thumb. “And when you asked to see under my eyepatch, I resisted. I have never met a woman who can stand the sight of it. I hide it for good reason. The ladies that you speak of who would marry me surely only would in their desire to reach a higher status. The men who admire me still would not trade their lives to live a day as me. There is a difference in being beloved and being loved as who you are. Scars have such a terrible way of alienating you from the world.”

He dropped one of your hands to place a hand gingerly on your hip, tracing the beginning of your scar lightly. “May I ask who did this to you, my lady?”

You nodded your head, blinking away stray tears. “A suitor of mine who I had rejected countless times cornered me in the gardens of his father’s estate. I told him I’d never marry a wretch like him. He told me he’d allow me to go, but that he’d bestow upon me a parting gift,” you sniffled. “So that he’d always be with me. And that no man would ever take me as his wife. I’d always be his.”

Prince Aemond was a man prone to anger. He had a low threshold for certain types of people, such as arrogant lords, fussy ladies, and the terrible excuse for a brother that Aegon was. But he especially hated abusers of women. Whoever this man was, Aemond closed his eyes and imagined horrible things happening to him. A faceless, nameless man who deserved to be roasted alive by Vhagar, flayed by menacing criminals from fleabottom, cut down limb from limb by the prince himself. He deserved a thousand deaths for ever hurting you.

“One more question, if I may,” the prince asked softly, trying to rid his head of such images. “Why did you choose this profession? Does it not cause you anguish when you think back to this event?”

“No one was there to tend my wounds. I remember the loneliness of that feeling. I never wanted anyone else to feel that way.” You admitted, looking down at the pink lines that ran across your belly. “I never wanted anyone to feel lesser for something they did not ask for, something out of their control. I’ve lived with this a long time, and I’ve loved myself fully. But sometimes it still knocks me down like a wave. It’s hard each time but I’d never choose to do anything else with my life.”

“Lay down, my lady.” Aemond commanded softly before you could speak any more.

“What?”

“If you do not wish for my affections, you may tell me so. But if you’d allow me, I’d like the chance to take care of you. You’ve already taken such good care of me.” Aemond whispered, nuzzling his face against yours. He was drawn to you, mesmerized by you. The smart, fiery woman with a heart that still needed mending. He felt the pangs of jealously stab at him when he imagined anyone else but him stepping up to that task.

“It was my job.” You said sincerely, smiling at the prince. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Aemond’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact.

“You should be fully healed within a day or two. I’ve left some ointment with instructions for your servants on your study desk. I shouldn’t take up more of your precious time, your grace. Thank you for being so kind to me.”

Again, you reached for your discarded gown but Aemond reacted too quickly, scooping you in his arms and gently resting you on his bed.

“You shouldn’t be lifting anything!” You said, slightly frustrated.

“And you should allow me to compensate you in my own way.” Aemond responded, joining you on the bed.

Before you could protest, Aemond reached for the covers and pulled them up to cover the two of you. He snaked one arm underneath you and rested the other on your abdomen, gently tracing the outline of your scar.

“I will not force you into anything you wouldn’t want. And even if you had the same desires as me, I know my healer would advise me against any strenuous activity today,” Aemond said with a grin. “Allow me just to hold you, my lady.”

You gave him a perplexed look as the prince settled next to you. “I do not understand what is happening.”

“What is happening is that I am enjoying the company of a very smart woman. Who is gifted in the fields of science and medicine. Who has hair that smells of lilies and eyes that shine like the sun’s reflection on the emerald seas. A woman that entered my chambers and immediately disarmed me with her wit and personality. Who tended to my wounds with genuine care and love. A woman who is not afraid of my trauma and felt comfortable enough to share hers with me. I want you to stay. You are a fascinating creature who seems to be hellbent on capturing what is left of my heart.”

Your heart leapt at the prince’s words. Carefully, you moved to rest your head on his chest. The two of you laid still for a moment, simply resting together and enjoying the quietness of it. Absentmindedly, Aemond began playing with your hair as his eyes struggled to remain open.

“Didn’t I annoy you when I first entered?” You asked, leaning into his touch.

Aemond opened his eyes and gazed down at you. “Was that your attempt at distancing yourself from me?”

“Not at all. You were being an idiot and I responded naturally to your behavior.” You said matter of factly.

Aemond moved to hover over you, his arms planted on either side of your shoulders. “How is it that you have a penchant for saying things that if spoken by any other would have me seething with rage?”

“You’ll learn to love it.” You said cheekily.

“I’m afraid I already have,” Aemond said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

[decepti-thots]

while i'm talking about Whirl, one thing i've been meaning to talk about for ages just in a 'i am aware some people may not actually know this, and it hardly gets mentioned in fandom' is that Whirl in Interiors talking about briefly trying to change his name when he was a flight instructor at the flight academy is a reference to a passage in Bullets, which is in retrospect very obviously him:

Jetstream had taught him to recognize his inherent worthlessness. In front of the other cadets he'd always been supportive, but in private he would berate him for showing off and for getting ideas above his station. “You think you're something special?” he used to say. “You think you’re better than the rest, better than me, just because you can turn a few tricks? On a good day - on your best day - I’d say you were unremarkable.” Rotorstorm’s only response to Jetstream’s verbal abuse was to make jokes. If you can make light of the situation, he'd think, it can’t be as bad as it seems. Over time, Jetstream’s verbal abuse... evolved. On one occasion, Rotorstorm was pushed against a wall. On another, he was punched to the floor. Before long, he was on the receiving end of sustained and entirely unprovoked beatings. The worst day of Rotorstorm’s life - worse than the day war was declared; worse than the day of the Simanzi Massacre - was the day the IAA installed a Cryogenic Regeneration Chamber. He couldn't remember what he’d done to deserve that night's battering, but as he lay on the floor of the aircraft hangar, his torso freshly pummeled, his spinal strut bent at a right angle and his face reduced to a shallow bowl of oil and splinters, he saw something he would never forget: Jetstream was standing over him, fists clenched and head cocked, coolly appraising his options. And the look of exhilaration on his face as he wondered where to place the next punch had been terrifying. Rotorstorm had passed out before Jetstream had finished shoveling him into the CR Chamber, and had woken up the next day without a single scratch on his body. Jetstream had left overnight; he moved to a training facility in another province and later changed his name. Since then, Rotorstorm had seen him only once: he'd been sitting in the front row when Rotorstorm had been awarded the Novic Medal for Outstanding Valor, and he’d been clapping and cheering more loudly than anyone else.

and this is a really fascinating thing to consider for me because if you just describe the whole thing briefly in the abstract, it's gonna likely sound like one of two things:

whirl tried to turn over a new leaf with a new name, and it worked for a time but ultimately he couldn't and went back to his old life

whirl tried to turn over a new leaf with a new name, but he couldn't and was just as much of an aggro wildcard as ever so gave up

but this is... kind of not either of those, including the last one? whirl IS acting like the violent, bitter, unpredictable asshole we come to meet in MTMTE and know he was during the war, to an extent, but he's also clearly succesfully keeping up something of a facade of really inhabiting that 'not Whirl, nope, i'm a Normal Flight Instructor' in public. it's only to rotorstorm he's not, seemingly. (and even then, the way rotorstorm describes him here is... really cold and deliberate in a way that feels kind of different to what we see later.)

obviously it's. i mean it's SO deeply unpleasant, very effectively communicated in terms of how awful and traumatising that kind of thing is btw a+ but also Jesus Fucking Christ, but it also suggests to me a very specific experience Whirl is having in this period of his life that isn't quite either of those obvious choices. pokes at it. god. what the fuck is going through your head you terrible helicopter you.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Blind Love Chapter 24

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

slight nsfw, minors dni

And so this case came to a close—

Time continued to pass until my month as Fairytale Keeper was up…

Ale: Woof.

Kate: Huh, Ale?! Didn’t you go back home?

While I blinked at Ale, who jumped into my arms, Ellis came running after.

Ellis: Roger’s father just came by. He asked us to look after him for a while again.

Roger: He’s doing his own thing again. But it’s more fun when it’s lively around here, isn’t it Kate?

Kate: Yes. Come here, Ale!

Ale: Arf arf.

It looked like Ale would be spending more time in Crown Castle.

--

Roger: …There’s a typo here. Also, the case would be easier to follow if you wrote it in chronological order.

Kate: Ugh…Can you please go easy on me?

Roger was proofreading my report…

--

Roger: Now then…

Ellis: What are we toasting?

Jude: Just say somethin’ that works.

Kate: Eh, me? Then, um… To another uneventful day. Cheers!

We went out to drink with Jude and the others…

The time left flew by.

But it was enough time to make some memories—At last, my month was up.

Yes, today was the last day…

And the day to reveal to Roger what I had been planning.

--

All members of Crown, minus Roger, and I gathered in the audience chamber.

(Roger still hasn’t mentioned what his final trial is)

(I’m almost certain he’s going to make me do the impossible and then let me go…)

And say something like “don’t do something stupid like putting up with someone with a shortened lifespan like myself.”

(That’s why I—)

While I reaffirmed the thoughts hidden in my heart, Roger entered the audience chamber.

Roger: What’s with suddenly summoning everyone here?

Victor: We’re all here now. Then let's hold a ceremony for Kate’s continuation as Fairytale Keeper.

Roger: …O_O

(This is what I decided on, Roger)

I cracked a smile at his surprised expression.

Victor: Kate, not only did you keep Crown’s secret for a whole month as promised, you have also become an essential part of us. I’d like to express my most sincere gratitude. Thank you. The other day, she had come to me to discuss her continuation as Fairytale Keeper. If there are no mistakes in the proposal, then sign this letter of agreement to continue as Fairytale Keeper.

I stepped forward and signed the letter of agreement, set the pen down, and walked up to Roger who looked at me in surprise.

Kate: I intend to continue being a Fairytale Keeper and record Crown’s evil. More importantly, I want to continue helping you fulfill your ambitions. You probably thought we’d be parting ways today. I can’t be leave you anymore!

Roger: …O_O

Roger’s eyes widened even more…

Roger: Leave? What’re you talking about?

Kate: Huh?

Roger: You sure you’re not misunderstanding something here?

(Misunderstanding?? Eh, but!)

Kate: But you!

I heard someone clear his throat and turned to see William wearing his usual refined smile.

William: Roger, Kate. Do keep in mind that we’re in the presence of Her Majesty. Save your lover’s quarrel for another place.

As I bowed my head in a hurry, Ellis and Liam clapped…

Ellis: Anyway, congrats on your continuation as Fairytale Keeper, Kate.

Liam: I don’t know what’s going on, but if it means I can keep being with Kate, then I’m happy with it.

Harrison: I’m still curious about what Kate’s misunderstanding with Roger is. I’m confused.

Jude: I actually agree for once. Ya took up our time and now there’s a misunderstandin’. Are ya stupid?

Alfons: We’ll find out soon enough. In any case, we’ll have to deal with them making out in the castle. Ahh, so troublesome!

Elbert: Kate…I look forward to working with you more.

Victor: It seems everyone’s welcoming Kate’s continued role as Fairytale Keeper. I’m counting on you. Watch the light and darkness with your clear eyes together with Crown.

Kate: Victor, and everyone else…Thank you. 

William: Now then, let’s have a moment of peace before our next condemnation. We should hold a dinner party for Kate. Come. Our beautiful robin who’s chosen to live in the dark—

William slowly reached out toward me, and as his fingertips were about to touch mine…

Roger: I know you lot like her, but we need to have a talk first.

Roger took my hand, fixed his gaze on me, and then threw me over his shoulder—

Kate: Hey, Roger?!

Roger: Sorry, but I’m taking this one.

And so the two disappeared behind the door.

Victor: William, you provoked Roger on purpose, didn’t you? You naughty boy.

William: We have robin with us. I’m allowed this much of a blessing.

--

He set me down on his bed and was in front of me before I even had a chance to sit up.

Roger: —So, what’s your aim? Since it looks like you’re conspiring with Victor.

(It doesn’t sound like Roger’s happy with my decision to stay as Fairytale Keeper…)

Kate: …I was eavesdropping earlier. Jude said that you’ve been shortening your lifespan by testing on yourself.

Roger: I see. I thought it was weird how you didn’t come back right away.

Roger let out a deep sigh.

Roger: I’m not always listening out for things, so I didn’t notice.

Kate: …I’m sorry for eavesdropping and then pretending I didn’t know anything. I thought you were going to use your final trial as a chance to keep me away.

(If that happened, then I’d be at a loss)

That’s why I thought I had to find a way to stay by Roger’s side before it happened.

Roger: It’d suck to be with a man who’s lifespan’s been cut short. So you thought it’d be a farewell?

I nodded slowly.

Kate: …Is it not?

Roger sighed again.

Roger: Everything you heard was true. But what I had planned for your final trial was the exact opposite of whatever you deluded yourself into thinking.

(Huh?)

Roger: Since I’m the eldest son of the Barel family, this is the account where the property and assets are saved, and this is the deed to the Barel family’s land. And this—

I started panicking as he pulled one unexpected thing out of his pocket after another.

Kate: Eh, uh, wait. What are you…

Roger went to get something out of his desk drawer, leaving me on the bed, confused.

Roger: Here, this is the most important thing.

He draped a lab coat over my shoulders.

(The embroidery on the lab coat…it’s my name)

As I traced the embroidery, a large hand rested on my head.

Roger: I definitely can’t say that I’ll live long. Because of that, I’m giving you everything that’s mine. More importantly, you’ll never be bored when we’re together. I’ll love you thoroughly. Kate. Be my lover, or don’t. If you choose to, then kiss me.

Kate: Roger, is this…?

When I looked into his eyes for confirmation, he nodded.

Roger: This is the final trial I had in mind.

Kate: …

The moment he said that, I almost stopped breathing.

(He couldn’t have prepared the deed and other stuff in a day)

(Meaning Roger never intended on letting me go…)

Realizing that I had misunderstood everything, my cheeks heated up.

Kate: …Wha

Roger: …Wha?

Kate: W-what is this…You should’ve said something sooner…

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. You’re the one that came up with some wild delusion. You’re still too naive. Do I look like the nice sort of guy that’d pull back for another?

You don’t.

You’re nice, but not. +4 +4

I forgot you were like this.

Kate: You’re nice, but not. You’re an egoist that can be either.

Roger: You like that, don’t you?

This man that was like poison, was the greatest egoist. He was a villain who made whatever he wanted his.

(In the end, I was so stupid for forgetting that)

Roger: I’ve thought about it like most people would. If there was a way to let you go. But when you came to save me in jail and gave me that pep talk, I was convinced. …Yeah, can’t let this one go. I wanted to make her own life mine. Besides, I’ve already told you. “I will never betray you without a reason. Never.”

(Ah…)

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: Kate, I’ve taken a liking to you so I’ll promise you this. I will never betray you without a reason. Never.

~~ End flashback ~~

The hand that was on my head slowly pulled me in.

Roger: I won’t betray your love. Let’s be together, Kate. I can’t promise that I won’t make you sad. However—You can’t be satisfied by anyone else but me, can you?

Roger gently touched his forehead to mine and gave me a wicked smile.

(T-t-this…)

(This man~~!)

(But, the moment I fell for a selfish man like him, I lost!)

I squeezed my eyes shut and kissed Roger on the lips.

Kate: Roger, please make me your lover.

Roger: Likewise.

Roger kissed me back, but it didn’t end there. His kisses went lower, down my neck and chest.

Kate: Roger…?

Roger: I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Let’s do something that feels good that we haven’t done in a while.

Now that we were lovers, I didn’t have a reason to reject him.

(I wonder if Roger and I will finally do that tonight…)

As I listened to my heart pound, my body suddenly relaxed.

Roger: I’d be a waste if we went straight to the main course. Let’s savor this thoroughly.

I felt my heart beat faster as my breath hitched. But then—

Roger: Whoops, I got an appointment with Jude. See ya, Kate.

Before I could chase after the warmth, the door shut…

Kate: ……What?

I was left all alone in the room, confused.

…However, there was a meaning to this baffling neglect.

It was to make me commit this pleasure to memory—in other words, training me.

--

Kate: Nn..haa…so deep, I can’t.

Roger: If you don’t like it, we’ll stop here.

Kate: …Eh?

Despite tormenting my core so much, he slipped his fingers out too soon…

--

Kate: Mnn, Roger, there…feels so good…more…haaaa.

Roger: Nope, that’s enough for today.

Kate: What do you mean that’s enough…?

Roger: We’re in the middle of a serious lesson on anatomy. We’ll study here later.

Roger was the one that touched me first, but he came up with an excuse to stop, leaving me aching…

Roger kept denying me every time.

--

…And tonight was no exception.

Roger: Haha, you get so wet, so fast.

Of course I did, because Roger kept denying me release. My body became sensitive to even the slightest bit of stimulation.

Roger: …What do you wanna do, Kate? Wanna go all the way tonight?

[lendeah]

A small prompt because I was feeling sad and inspired😞sorry if the writing is lazy, wrote it in a rush!

Prompt: "you make me feel so alone."

Tags: Angst, Ascended! Astarion, mentions of blood, Astarion x Fem!Tav

Words: 1.3k

I thought the illithid invasion would be the worse thing that I’d witness in my whole life. The scene unfolding in front of me, however, comes close by. Another scream of pain rips the air, bouncing off the walls of Cazador’s Throne Room, well, Astarion’s Throne Room. I close my eyes, trying to distance myself from this reality, as I have done so many times over the past few months. But the sound of blood splashing the marble floor is enough to make me sick.

The poor goblin had been caught stealing some relic from the Palace, when he was on cleaning duty. Obviously, Astarion hadn’t taken the news too well, and decided to make an example out of him.

The example? A hundred and twenty lashes on his back, one for each coin the relic was worth. All of this while Master Astarion watched from his throne, of course. He wasn’t one to get his hands dirty.

Astarion sits on his throne, observing the punishment from afar. His demeanor is cool and collected, but a strange air of madness and depravity emanates from him. His piercing gaze is full of anticipation, and a hint of sadism is visible on his face.

The goblin's scream is only interrupted by the harsh sound of the whip, the noise of flesh hitting flesh. After what seems like an eternity, the punishment ends, and I exhale a shaky breath, finally daring to reopen my eyes. The goblin lies unconscious on the floor, and for a moment I wonder if he is dead, before I hear him wail. His back is bleeding, the skin cut open and bruised all over. Astarion seems pleased with himself, chuckling and clapping his hands.

"Amazing show! I loved it! We should repeat sometime” He exclaims. Then, he looks at me, a sadistic glint in his eyes. "What did you think of my little show?"

I make my face a facade of indifference.

“It was beautiful, my king” I lie, knowing to tread my words carefully around him.

"Oh, I know you love that..." His eyes travel all over my body, before stopping at my face. "But perhaps we could put on quite a show ourselves later in our chambers, yes? I have some special plans for my lovely pet."

A shiver runs through my back at the thought of his hands on me, but I plaster an smile and nod silently. He smirks and tugs at my leash, making me sit in his lap, as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"Ah, my lovely pet... So beautiful and obedient. Isn't my little spawn the most amazing thing I could've found?"

I feel nauseous, as I always do when I’m with him nowadays. At first I thought I could be happy as long as he was happy, but soon I discovered he wasn’t the man I loved anymore. The man I once loved has been replaced by this cruel and sadistic red eyed thing.

"Oh, you don't appear very happy," Astarion notices, but he doesn't seem to care. "Your face isn't as beautiful as before... You no longer smile as you used to... Is there something bothering you?" His hands caress the side of your forehead, brushing off a few stray strands of hair. “Perhaps I can alleviate your worries? My little pet has to be happy with me, after all."

A stray tear rolls down my cheek, but I do my best to smile and pretend to be happy.

“Of course I’m happy, master. I will always be happy with you”

"That's my good girl," Astarion seems pleased with you, not noticing the fake cheer. "Now, let's go to our chambers. I've plenty of things in mind for my dear little pet."

The body on the floor has already been lifted by the time we get out of the throne, making in to the master bedroom in no time. My breath grows shaky as I enter the bedroom, my heartbeat quickens, and my lips are dry as Astarion closes the door behind me. I can feel my legs heavy and weak beneath me, and I just want to run away as fast as I can.

The room looks almost unchanged from how it used to be when we first came here, but all the memories I have with him now have a darker undertone. After he has his way with my body, and we lay tangled in bed I silently weep on my pillow, and for the last time, I let myself get vulnerable with him.

“What happened to you?” I choke, almost a whisper.

He stirs next to me, not expecting my outburst.

"What happened to me?” He huffs “My whole life I've been the slave of some powerful Vampire master who wanted to use me for his amusement, I finally manage to free myself and rule over this kingdom... And I get this weakling, asking dumb questions? What makes you think you have the right to ask such things?"

I look at the ceiling. At this point, I’m not even hurt by his words. Not even annoyed. I just feel apathetic. However, I let myself try for the last time.

“You make me feel so alone” I whisper.

He scoffs at my words

“Oh? Alone? But you have me! That’s all you wanted, right? For me to love you." He asks, seemingly amused by my reaction.

Another tear falls down my cheek, and I laugh dryly.

“I have never felt more alone than how I feel now with you”

Astarion chuckles darkly.

"You're such a pitiful creature. All you do is whine and cry. You never make sense. You're nothing but a fool. I gave you everything you ever wanted. All the power and glory you could wish for. This beautiful body, my undivided attention. And yet, you're the one who's feeling alone?"

His voice grows harsher, and his eyes are cold as ice when he looks at me.

I turn my head to finally face him, “There is nothing of the warm, funny and caring man that I loved. Instead, I am in a golden cage trapped with a cruel, ruthless man who pretends to love me so I won’t leave his side” I take a shaky breath “So yes, I am alone”

"You dare talk to me like that?" His voice is sharp as a knife, and his eyes blaze. “You're lucky I still keep you around. I had half a mind to make you one of my spawn, but you seem too stupid to be worthy of such an honor."

And at that point, I finally realize, that the old Astarion won’t ever come back. He is dead, right next to Cazador’s severed body. And I will never forgive myself for letting him go through with the ritual.

But I can’t spend one more second inside this haunted place.

With the last of my strength, I plaster a fake smile and tell him “I’m sorry, Master, you are right. Forgive my manners, the goblin scene from before left me a bit shaken”

"I forgive you, my pet... You were just too naive, that's all. I had to bring you back to your senses."

He leans over to kiss my forehead, and I suppress a shudder. We spend the night like that, in each other’s embrace, but I lay awake the whole time, watching the time go by.

By morning, when Astarion returns from his usual hunting routine, the Vampire Court Consort is nowhere to be seen. Nobody seems to have seen her leave the palace, nor escape through a window.

Rumors say, the woman escaped through a portal with a certain wizard. Others add that a light cleric, claiming to share her knowledge, snuck her out with an invisibility spell. The only sure thing is that, for the rest of his life, the Vampire King will search all around the world for his property, knowing she was the first and last woman he loved.

[rukia-writes]

Dad! Poseidon x (fem)mom! reader

Plot: Poseidon has a minor problem that his sons want to solve alone.

Fluff

Part 2

There was a problem at Poseidon’s palace.

“Sir, I regret to inform you-“

“There no milk!”

Proteus was interrupted by Poseidon’s son, a twin, the other brother was shyly hiding behind his brother who was smiling. Poseidon was outside in the gardens reading a book, looking at Proteus the sea god asked to “simply substitute the milk with something else.” However, before Proteus could respond he was interrupted by the happy twin.

“Don’t want juice. Milk!”

“…I see. We will go to get some more milk shortly, make sure you’re dressed properly.”

“..We want to go alone!”

Proteus eyes nearly popped as he heard the twins say in unison they wanted to go alone, Poseidon seemed rather calm about the situation and told his sons they were too young to go by themselves. However, the twins were adamant they could do it alone.

“Do you know where to get milk?”

“Mhm, auntie Hera has a cow.”

“That’s right, and how do you plan to get there?”

“I know the way.”

While the twins answered their father’s first question in unison, the happy twin answered his father’s question by himself with a smile as he spun around three times and clapped his hands three times and then opening a portal. The sight made Proteus jaw drop and Poseidon was impressed as well, thinking to himself, “When did he learn that?”

“We get milk!”

“…Very well. Remember, don’t talk to strangers and come straight back. Get the milk while you are there and thank-“

“Sir, they left.”

Poseidon was explaining to his sons what to do and what not to do while looking at his book and didn’t notice his sons had already left, sighing in frustration the tyrant of the oceans hoped they would return soon.

“Milk!”

A few hours later, the twins were in Helheim at Hades castle.

Hades nearly coughed up a lung at seeing his adorable nephews in his chambers, they had gotten lost on the path and finally arrived in Helheim. While Hades found them opening portals at such a young age impressive, he found his nephews will at wanting milk even more impressive.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you some milk. Although, we’ll have to use the bifrost.”

“Oh, the rainbow thingy?”

“Yes, the rainbow thingy.”

Chuckling Hades helped his twins walk across the bifrost and back to Valhalla.

Back at Poseidon’s palace, Poseidon wasn’t worried as he was still reading a book but his wife was walking the palace floors in a nervous wreck thinking a giant from Jutneheim could have snatched them or a demon could have taken them.

“Stop walking around, they are fine.”

“But it’s been hours! What if a giant has them? What if they went to-“

“They are my children. They will be fine.”

Poseidon proudly yet calmly told his wife, Proteus and (Name) were still worried about the young twins, however when a portal showed up in the middle of the room with the twins carrying a jar of milk with Hera’s signature on it Proteus and (Name) cheered that the twins were safe.

Although the twins cheered because they had milk.

“We have milk!”

“Thank goodness!”

(Name) hugged her sons and kissed their foreheads making them turn bashful, although they still wanted their milk. Poseidon told them “Well done.” And was proud of his sons as he patted their heads.

With their first errand complete the two boys enjoyed their reward.

Later that night, Poseidon and his sons were talking at the dining room table. Of course, Poseidon had the milk restored seeing as how his sons liked it so much.

As did he.

“When did you learn to make portals?”

“Yesterday!”

Poseidon looked a bit surprised to hear the news but he welcomed it nonetheless and offered to help them with their newfound powers tomorrow. The twins were excited to hear the news, at that moment the doors opened to see (Name) covered in mud.

“What happened mommy?!”

The twins asked in unison worried about their mother, Poseidon however chuckled a bit as he knew what happened to his sweet wife.

“When you open portals, you must close them.”

“…We did it?!”

“You did.”

The twins asked their parents on the verge of tears that they were the ones who caused their mother to fall in a portal, and Poseidon was the one answered them back then both parents confirmed what they said. Informing everyone she was going to take a bath, the twins wanted to join but Poseidon told them that they were to stay with him. The twins agreed and (Name) went to the bath house to get cleaned up.

In the meantime, (Name) took herself a bath and washed the mud from her hair and body. All was well, until she heard a huge splash in the bath house. Quickly turning around, she saw a portal in the ceiling and heard her twins say in unison, “Did you get to Eden, Dad?”

Oh.

Coming up from the water, Poseidon slicked back his hair and looked around to see his wife naked. Poseidon thought to himself that he wasn’t in Eden but it was better. Telling his sons that they got their destination wrong, they should close the portal immediately. As they did so, Poseidon took off his clothes much to (Name)’s joy as she got to see her husbands back muscles. Poseidon muttered to himself that they he hoped his sons would learn their power quickly.

“They sent you here, huh?”

“Yes, we will be training tomorrow.”

Putting his wet clothes on nearby bench Poseidon heard his wife to join him in the baths, naked Poseidon had plans already that involved him bathing with his wife as he smirked.

“I already planned on it.”

🎄Rukia-Writes🎄

[mydarllinglover]

Playing Favourites || Two

Previous

After Remus had given the two a tour of the train, he had instructed them to sit at a table full of food.

Their mentors, Oscar Shan and Finnick Odair, were already sat at the table, Cove held her breath, as she watched the blond, noticing how his eyes didn't waver from his fish.

"Take a seat, the both of you, I want to discuss the reaping's with you." Remus told the pair.

Lake sat down, opposite Oscar, leaving the only other empty seat, in front of Finnick.

"You made yourself look a fool, out there Covey." Lake told her, as she awkwardly stumbled into her seat. "You're lucky I'm your partner."

A scoff had come from their young mentor, who had yet to look up.

"My my, the people love you." Remus seemed to be reading from some device. "Oh, you're going to be stars this year." He grinned widely. "I must say, you've certainly changed since the last time I saw you, at the 66th Victory tour, wasn't it?" He looked at the girl.

"I was 15." She defended herself "Grieving my family."

"She speaks!" He cheered, clapping his hands at his own amusement.

"You've got a good voice." Oscar spoke up, eying Cove, now. "I've heard you sing, a few times."

"Well, its not like you can sing your way out of this." Lake chuckled at his own joke. "How's that gonna save you."

Cove bit her lip, looking down at her empty plate.

"The Hunger Games isn't all about being a good fighter." Oscar told him. "It's about crowd work, appeasing to your audience, it's something the both of you could work on, actually, you want the Capital to like you, seem confident in yourself, but don't come across as total dick." The hint wasn't missed by anyone.

“Language” Remus reprimanded.

"Finnick, any thoughts on how your tributes could better themselves?" Oscar asked him, as he had yet to utter a word to anyone, yet.

He sat up in his chair, clearing his throat, as he seemed to think.

"Look like you want to be here, you were too zoned out during your reaping." He was speaking to Cove, but he wasn't looking at her. "Your acting as if this is a punishment, when it's not, you've been given the opportunity to support your district, to honour them, as well as your family."

"Its a bit hard to honour my family, when half of them are dead." She stared at him, as her words looked to have a physical effect on the boy, she didn't miss how he had slightly shuddered at the reminder.

"Well, seems like you two will be this years darlings, the others can't compare, oh how lucky am I." Remus nodded his head. "I've always said this district should be famous for their looks. This will help you both with sponsors, you're both already so popular."

"If you just wore the dress, we'd be at the top." Lake commented, stuffing his face with a spoonful of lobster stew.

"I think I'm going to excuse myself." Cove stood up from her chair, quickly evacuating from the table, and to the other cart, where her chambers were.

As soon as she had entered, she had rushed to the bathroom, spilling out all the contents from her stomach, into the toilet bowl.

Once there was nothing left, she sat back, tears streaming down her face.

She was going to die, in a weeks time, without even a goodbye to her father, and all anyone was concerned about was her looks.

The thought of even killing another person, was making her want to hurl again, there was no chance she was beating the odds of 1/23. How the hell were they in her favour.

It wasn't until later in the night, when she was curled in bed, that she heard the knock at her door.

She reluctantly got up, she bet it was Lake, coming to taunt her some more.

"Just leave me- Finnick?" She gasped.

"We need to talk." He hurried into her room, closing the door behind himself.

"Well of course, why don't you come in." She sassed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Cove..." He started, but then he started pacing the floor.

"It's late." She sighed.

"Why are you here, why?" He asked, but it sounded rather rhetorical.

"I was reaped, Finn... ick." She had corrected herself, after a second, she hadn't called him "Finn" Since before he had gone off to his own games.

"It shouldn't be you." He looked at her.

"You're saying this, as if its supposed to change anything. I'm trying to make peace with it."

"Don't" He snapped. "Don't make peace with it, Cove."

"But."

"No, you- you have to..." He turned around again, his hands in his hair, and he thought. "Look, I need you to listen to me, carefully, I'm your mentor, you're gonna do everything I say, okay, you're going to take this seriously, and you're gonna do everything you can to get yourself out of that arena."

"Please, we haven't had a female tribute since Mags." She scoffed. "Why waste my efforts."

"For your dad, you're all he has left."

"He didn't even come to say goodbye to me, he doesn't think I'm coming home."

This had thrown him, for a second, Finnick was aware how much Cove's parents had loved their children, he had been there, watched as her mother hung from that rope, by her neck, just for the loss of her son.

"You have to come back, for me." He spoke softly, she could barely hear him.

Her eyes locked onto his.

"For you?" She repeated. "I don't know you."

"Yes you do." He nodded, stepping closer.

"No, no I don't, I know the old Finnick, my friend, Finnick. But I don't know you, I haven't known you for a long time."

"You do." He closed his eyes, he was even closer to her, picking up one of her curls, rubbing his thumb along it. "You know me more than anyone in this whole place, nothing about me has changed, only how I act."

"Finnick..." For someone she hadn't seen in so long, why was it so easy for her to fall for his words, to let them matter to her? "I won't be able to do this, I can't."

"Yes, you can, you can and you will." He nodded, a small encouraging smile on his face, as she shook her head, her brows furrowed, as she pouted. "You can."

"You're not listening to me." She was beginning to get frustrated.

"You need to listen to me, Covey, you can do this, because you're going to listen to everything I saw, you understand? You will talk like I tell you to, you will smile like I tell you to, act like I tell you to, if you do what I say, just, do what I say, please."

"But-"

"Promise me." He cut her off. "Promise me you will do it, let me mentor you."

"I promise." She whispered, looking away from his stern gaze.

He grabbed the side of her face, pulling her attention back to him.

"Say it again." He told her.

"I promise." She repeated, louder. "I promise, Finnick."

"Good." He stared at her for a little longer, seeming to be debating something, before pulling her into a hug. "You'll come back." He muttered into her hair. "You'll come back to me."

A lot of time had passed, when he finally pulled away.

"Get some sleep, Cove, big day tomorrow." Finnick bid her goodbye, before leaving her room.

The next day, Remus knocked on her door, loudly.

"Cove, breakfast! Get up!" He called through her door.

She wiped her eyes, as she pushed the duvet off of herself, letting out a yawn.

She didn't bother changing from the pale blue cami and pajama bottoms, instead, headed straight towards the food cart.

Everyone was already sat around the table, eating, when she entered, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Good morning." Oscar greeted her.

"Morning." She sighed.

"Eat up, eat up, won't be long until we're at the capital, and Cove, I hope you hurry, so you have time to sort yourself out. Is there something living in there?" He inspected her hair.

"No?" She shook her head slowly, as she piled Danishes of all sorts of colours, onto her plate.

"Remus, leave the poor girl alone." Oscar told him. "But, speaking of which, when we do get to the Capitol, you know that there will be the parade, today."

"Yeah, so they get to meet us." Lake answered.

"Yes, where they get their first real look at who's competing, this year. So you want to amp this up, bring the energy, look as though you are excited for the games to start, show them what you're all about." Oscar continued. "But, the other tributes will be seeing this, they will be investigating you and your characters, that's why it's important that the both of you act like civil partners, it's not uncommon that districts ally with each other, so if this helps you get other ally's, like the careers' or makes them fear you, is up to you two."

Cove looked at Finnick, who subtly nodded.

She would act like a united front with Lake, If that's what was best for her.

"We can do that." She looked at Lake.

"So you're on board, now, Tippet?" Lake smirked at her.

"Only one of us has a chance of surviving, may as well make sure it's District 4."

"That's what I'm talking about." Oscar clapped his hands at the two.

"Excellent!" Remus rejoiced. "Time is ticking." He picked up the Danish off Cove's plate, practically shoving it in her mouth. "Come on, come on. Let's not give our stylists too much trouble."

Oscar rolled his eyes as he got up, going in the direction of the bar cart.

After breakfast, Cove took a shower, she had set the temperature of what she predicted the water at home would be, she was already feeling home sick, and it hadn't even been a day.

She then did her best to tidy up her hair, taking full advantage of the equipment in the bathroom, then she dressed in a simple vest-top and jeans, before leaving her room.

"Finally, I was beginning to wonder if you had drowned yourself in there." Remus tutted, when she joined the rest of them, back in the cart, but this time, all the food was gone, and there was a lot more space to sit alone.

"Just freshening up" She smiled kindly, this was the start of the act, it was the same act she played at home, getting people to like her. "Are we nearly at the Capital?"

"Almost." Oscar was cut off, as everything went dark, then it was light again. "Now, we're in the Capital."

"Look!" Lake pointed at the window, and Cove followed him, as they sat on the backs of the couch, taking their first ever look at the Capital, in person, not just from their televisions, but it looked even more rich and impressive in person, Cove thought to herself.

"Wow." She whispered, "There's people" She pointed.

"It starts." Oscar commented, taking a sip of his drink.

Cove waved at the Capital people, and Lake copied, watching as the brightly coloured, and dramatic looking citizens giggled to themselves and waved back, giving kisses with their hands.

She looked over her shoulder, catching Finnick's eye, he gave her a wink, though his face didn't show any other emotion, but boredness.

"I love the district 4's, they're so easy" A woman named Epona gleamed, as her and another woman, Clio, assessed her naked body.

So far, all they had done, was remove her facial hair and scrub her down, and give her a facial.

"Thank you." Cove didn't know if she was supposed to talk, but her mother had always drove hard on how important manners were.

"Now, we want you to get into the tub, and I'm going to fix your hair." Clio told her. "Ep, go get Linus."

"Of course, oh, he's going to love you!" Epona left the room, as Cove climbed into the shimmery water.

As she lifted her hand from the water, she realised that it had left her skin sparkling, much like how the water looked, when the sun hit it, back home.

Clio had taken a brush to Cove's curls, not seeming to care if she was ripping it out of the girls scalp, before running a hot iron through it, leaving it extra long and straight, something she never did to her hair.

Another hour had passed, when Clio let her know that she was done, and to get out of the tub, handing her a towel to dry off.

Then Epona returns, with a man.

He looked serious, there was no room for anything but business, for him, Cove thought, she definitely knew that it was a time to be seen and not heard.

He was dressed in a simple coral coloured suit, wearing big sparking glasses, that matched, as he walked around her, deep in thought, his pinky to his lip.

"Ah." He hummed. "Mhm."

He then sat down on one of the couches, taking a sip of some bright pink drink.

"Well, you have a beautiful body, lovely curves, but your silluette." He kissed his fingers.

Cove smiled gratefully, attempting to cover up her body, by hugging herself tightly.

"What you wore for your reaping." He started. "Excellent choice, but the sweater, that's what I want to work with."

Linus had decided to dress Cove in a thick white crocheted type of fabric, wrapping it around her in a dress, hugging her figure, but it left the side's of her body and her back exposed, she had nothing under it, so she was still very much naked, which linus had "fixed" by incorporating peals onto her dress, all sorts of colours along the "dress" and covering her most private parts, but only slightly.

They then sprayed her down once again, in a special kind of water substance, that left her looking as though she just took a dip in the nowhere to be seen water, when she had gone to rub a waterdrop dry, she had found that it wouldn't disappear.

They had done similar with her hair, plaiting two sections of it into fish braids, whilst leaving the rest of it down, dotting white "pearls" along her locks, after gelling it back and high, giving her volume that her original hair already had.

They then used the same shimmery water, massaging it into her face, she guessed this would help make her glow.

Her eyes were painted blue, with long lash extensions, giving it a dramatic flare.

Epona had been the one to use a white paint, dotting it around her eye area, in different sizes.

She guessed it looked good, when they had all took a step back and gasped at their masterpiece.

"This might be your best work yet, Linus." Clio complimented.

"And it's all thanks to you." He lifted Cove's hand, kissing the back of it. "You look marvellous."

"Thank you." She looked at the three, smiling gratefully.

And when she was moved to look in the mirror, she had hardly recognised herself, and she appreciated it, it wouldn't be that hard to play someone else, if you didn't look like yourself.

After some last minute touches were added, Cove was taken to the ground floor of the remake centre, where she had reunited with Lake, who was dressed in a similar attire, but not nearly as "extravagant."

"You look good." He said, helping her into the Chariot.

"Thank you." She repeated. "So do you."

"They're already eyeing you down." Lake shared, nodding at the first two chariots, where the tributes of district 1 and district 2 were, Luxury and Masonry, the careers.

"They're either gonna wanna take us out first, or ally with us." He told her.

"And what do we want to do?"

"Nothing yet, we'll know when they come up to us. But, by the looks of it, you got some fans, already."

He grinned at the two boys, who were watching her carefully, as the girls whispered to each other.

"Don't trust 2, but 1, maybe that's something we can explore."

"What do you mean?" Cove asked, looking at her partner.

"2 are psycho, all they want is bloodshed, it's like they don't have feelings, so they can play, but I wouldn't trust them, not by how far I can throw them, 1, they're used to getting what they want, they like having pretty things."

"Alright." She nodded. "How've you worked all this out?"

"One of our mentor's actually wants to give me a winning chance." He commented. "Instead of just you."

Cove looked behind her, getting a look at the other tributes, the other districts.

A lot of them weren't as underdressed as her and Lake were.

As the chariots went down, so did the look of them, a lot looked ill, malnourished, and petrified.

She spotted some young faces, but a majority seemed to be 16 and over, she was grateful for that.

That was good, it would make it a lot easier to kill them, if they weren't so small, so innocent.

Soon, the chariots were being pulled, District 1 were the first ones shown to the Capital, and to all of Panem.

"Smile and wave." Lake muttered to her, as their Chariot was pulled forward.

"I know what to do." She murmured back, smiling widely, as she looked around at the crowds cheering and shouting at them.

"Can you hear that?" He asked her, as they looked at themselves on the big screen. "They're cheering for us."

Cove listened, and he was right, they were cheering for her and Lake, loudly.

The capitalites chucked gifts and flowers at them, Lake had caught a bouquet of carnations, passing them to Cove, with care.

She gave him a grateful smile, as she waved kisses at the crowd, hugging the flowers.

Hopefully, gaining sponsors wouldn't be an issue.

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[nahoney22]

Congrats on the milestone!! I would love to request honestly anything for Hardcase. Maybe the prompt “life would be boring without you”? With either a female or gender neutral reader?

Thank you so much!!!

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Hardcase X F!Reader

word count: 552

SFW

prompt:

“Life would be boring without you.”

warnings: none, fluff, established relationship, brief mention of alcohol and very minor PDA. Female reader. Short and sweet as I was having a mind block 🥹

authors note: thank you for the kind words! sorry for the wait and that it’s a little short! Enjoy regardless ☀️@sunshinesdaydream

Your connection with Hardcase was unparalleled. It had only been a few months since you fell for the Clone, or rather since he quite literally fell for you one lively night at 79’s after indulging in a few too many colorful drinks. Nevertheless, he was charming, attentive, undeniably attractive, and a bundle of vivacity.

His hyperactive demeanor starkly contrasted with the more reserved and composed nature of his brothers. Yet, upon revealing the 'leak in his growth chamber' on Kamino, it only served to make him all the more unique, a trait you cherished.

This evening found you strolling hand in hand through Coruscant after a much-needed date he had planned, considering the escalating Galactic Republic's push against Separatist movements, which had kept you apart for a while.

"Did you enjoy yourself, babe?" he asked.

"Immensely," you replied, grinning and leaning into his side before placing a hand on your stomach. "Though I fear I might have eaten a bit too much."

"Nah, I could've had more if they'd let me," he quipped with a playful smile.

You stop abruptly, a wide grin lighting up your face. "Can you hear that?"

He blinks, scanning the surroundings. "Um, what?"

Without waiting, you tug him along, causing him to stumble over his own feet as you traverse the street. The sound of bustling cheers grows louder, guiding you both into a lively crowd gathered around a band playing upbeat music. "What about now?" you shout over the enthusiastic applause, a smirk dancing on your lips as Hardcase playfully rolls his eyes, joining in to help maneuver through the crowd until you reach the front.

"My girl deserves the best view," he whispers into your ear as the band starts playing again, but then a new idea dawns on him. "Do you dance?"

Midway through clapping along to the music, you turn to him, a playful scoff escaping your lips. "Can I dance? Wasn't it my dancing that had you literally crawling at my feet in 79’s?" you tease, recalling the moment you first met your boyfriend.

"Very true, so I hope you don’t mind joining me for a dance then, would you?" You're about to ask what he means when he slips away, already swaying and moving to the rhythm of the music. He throws himself into the dance without a care in the world, completely oblivious to any potential onlookers' amusement—although it seems everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves anyway.

Wide-eyed and incredulous, you shake your head, but seeing him dance so freely, you decide not to let him revel in it alone. You join in.

He takes your hand, spinning you around, swaying to the music together. Smiles adorn both your faces, laughter twinkling in your eyes, and you both dance away the remnants of the meal you'd just enjoyed. Eventually, he turns to you, pulling you closer, murmuring, "Life would be boring without you."

His words fill your heart, prompting a small public display of affection as you plant a soft kiss on his lips but again, not caring who sees. "Then let’s hope we live this type of life together forever.”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Can u please do a fic where reader is the only surging member of team black and she is the the bastard daughter of rhaenyra and daemon (the middle child between jace and luke) and aegon the only survive of team green so bc he is the king he forced her to marry him bc the realm need stability. Maybe a bit dark at the beginning bc he is obsessed with her but then with time they started build feeling for each other. It's a bit dark but i would like you to write this if u like the idea❤️

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader

summary: reader is the only surviving member of team black and she is the the bastard daughter of Rhaenyra and daemon (the middle child between Jace and Luke) and Aegon the only surviving member of team green so because he is the king he forced her to marry him because the realm needed stability. Maybe a bit dark at the beginning bc he is obsessed with her but then with time they started build feeling for each other.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Angst, fluff

"What is the long face for, dear niece?" Aegon leaned closer to you to whisper. You scrunched your face in disgust when a whiff of his smell hit you, it was a mix between wine and his cologne of something that made you feel nauseas.

"What do you think?" You did not even bother addressing him with any titles, neither official or familial. Aegon took a sip of his wine before placing the cup on the table again and moved closer to you.

"Smile niece, tis your wedding after all" He reminded. He reached over grasping your hand tightly in his, not giving you space to pull away, he pulled your hand over to his lips placing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. You snapped your hand back forcefully wiping whatever spit remained on your knuckles on your dress.

"My lips shall never smile, especially in your presence" You hissed glaring at him. You will never forget how he laughed as Sunfyre ate your mother, you will never forget how he himself held you in place with an arm around your waist and another was choking you as you tried to help her. You will never forget how he forced your brother Aegon to watch and then sent him to be locked in his chambers where he remained until recently. You had an inkling that he also had a hand in Aegon's death but could not voice it, you had no proof and they announced he was sick.

"When your lord husband demands something, you will give it" He grabbed your chin making sure to dig his nails into your flesh. You pushed his hand away, pushing your chair back you stood up. The sound of people laughing in the background made you want to kill. The sound of the music gave you a headache and the dancing made you dizzy, how could these people celebrate the deaths of your family? how could they celebrate the death of children?

"Do not ever touch me ever again you cunt" You growled pointing a finger at him. Aegon laughed as if you told him the funniest joke. He pushed his chair back and stood up to face you too wiping his tears of laughter away. He was acting as if his mother, brothers and sister did not die in this war as well. Was he so heartless?

"You forget niece, as your husband I have a right to you, I have a right to your body" His words made your blood run cold but you remained standing in front of him. He reached up to touch your cheek almost gently until he dug his fingertips into the nail marks he left earlier.

"I own you" He whispered. You gulped but found the strength to push his hand away from you. Aegon chuckled darkly before turning to the people at the feast and announced, "My bride and I shall retire for the night" his announcement was met with loud cheering and clap with some wolf whistles from the disgusting men.

"If you think I will let you touch you are mistaken" You hissed as he grabbed your wrist to drag you out of the room. You struggled against his grip but nothing worked. He pulled you to his own chambers and pushed you inside. He locked the doors tightly so no one can help you and you won't be able to escape.

"You will be begging me to touch you, sweet niece" Aegon taunted. He moved to step closer to you but you moved away. You moved as far away from the bed as possible. Aegon followed with a maddened smirk on his face.

"I would rather die" You pushed a table to throw him off. He raised his foot and planted it down on the table making it stop inches away from him. He leaned down on his knee atop the table smirking.

"You die when I allow you to die and as your king I demand you do your wifely duties" Your eyes watered with fear and humiliation. None of this was supposed to happen, you were supposed to marry you older brother Jace and rule this kingdom side by side after your mother.

"Never" You shook your head from side to side. Your blonde locks moved along with your head. You were a known bastard of both your parents, everyone knew it as a fact and not a rumour like your brothers. You were born from a night of passion during a visit your father made during his stay in Essos with his lady wife Laena.

"I would rather burn myself than let filth like you come near me" The first tear rolled down your cheek. Aegon laughed standing up straight again and pushed the low table to the side. He stalked over to you and you moved back with each muscle trembling with dear. Your back made contact with the balcony door still closed.

"Me filth? I am not the bastard here, niece" Aegon raised a hand to touch your cheek when he was close enough to you. You reached a hand behind you trying the handle of the door and found it unlocked so you pushed it down stumbling back on the balcony. Aegon watched with shock.

You moved to the railing of the balcony and moved to climb it until you were stood on it, it was made of stone like the rest of the castle. You turned to face Aegon you was shaking his head to get rid of his shock. His face morphed into one of horror. He walked out onto the balcony attempting to save you.

"Do not come any closer" You warned him, holding one hand up to signal him to stop. Aegon froze in his spot also raising both his hands, they were shaking with fear.

"Come down" He ordered. His voice sounded like it was trembling, unlike when he spoke to you earlier, with confidence and authority.

"If you come any closer I will throw myself off" You threatened. His room was not on the ground and instead it was in the tower where the entire royal family resided, the family that had three members left of it, you two and Jaehaera, poor Jaehaera who lost her mother and two brothers, one which was her twin and she had to watch as Blood and Cheese ripped his head from his body. You never really forgave your father from such tyranny but in grief for your brother Lucaerys you never voiced your dislike of the mater.

"Come down ... please" He begged. His whole body was shaking as flashbacks ran through his head. He may have not loved his sister-wife but she was still his sister. It was like history was repeating itself with you stood where she once stood.

"Back away" You hissed. Tears streaked down your face, tears of anger, how dare he feel sad? How dare he feel fear? He was a tyrant who killed your family. He killed your mother and brothers!

"I'll back away b-but come down first" Now looking closely you saw tears streaming down his round cheeks. You gulped remembering your aunt Helaena, you had forgotten about her and her end. You felt a little guilty making him relieve this traumatic event but then you remembered your mother and the guilt was gone.

"I'll come down if you walk step away" You bargained. Aegon took a deep shaking breath, nodding his head he took two steps back. Seeing that wasn't enough for you he took two more now being inside of the room again. With shaking hands you guided yourself back down to stand on solid ground but kept yourself close to the railing.

"Leave the room or I will climb up again and throw myself off" You threatened. Aegon's showed a third emotion that sadness and fear, it showed anger. He huffed angrily and kicked a close by chair making you jump a little.

"You little fucker" He hissed composing himself again. Nonetheless he made his way out of the room leaving you alone in his room. He did not leave because of your threat, he left because he could no longer bare looking at you. Seeing you so broken and then the stunt you pulled, you looked so much like Helaena, maddened with grief and tears of despair running down your face. Aegon made his way to the nursery where his only remaining child slept peacefully, Jaehaera who snored away in the night not knowing what happened.

That night you slept in your wedding dress on Aegon's bed fearing changing into anything else if he were to return, you wedding gown had too much layers to buy you time to escape him. When you woke up again there was a maid in the room preparing you a bath as another fixed the table for you to eat breakfast. They said Aegon had sent them which made you uneasy to eat so you forced one of them to eat a little from everything before you, she left the room crying and trembling with fear.

Aegon was furious with the situation but refrained himself from going to you. You locked yourself in the room afraid of leaving. You were slowly growing mad with loneliness so after two weeks you finally left the room with a black gown on. The people that saw you walk by began to whisper at the sight of you looking like death, hair untamed and face sullen with dark circles under your eyes from the nightmare, you had lost a lost of weight as well leaving the dress to look loose on you.

You walked through the halls remembering the way to the gardens as if it was yesterday you still lived here with your family. Your body froze once you saw Aegon laughing a few feet away. With the full intend to return to his chambers you turned around but stopped at the sound of a child's voice yelling "Kepa! Come catch me" Father. You turned around feeling tears build up in your eyes.

A small head of blonde locks matching your own and Aegon's zoomed in front of him. Aegon grinned cheekily and moved to follow little Jaehaera making small roars like a dragon not caring who saw or heard. Jaehaera was heading in your direction and before your could move she crashed against your legs falling back on her bottom. She looked up at you as tears welled up in her purple eyes. Aegon froze a couple of feet away from her at the sight of you, you looked like a ghost. You crouched down in front of her much to his horror, will you hurt his little girl? You were not that heartless to take her away from him as well, were you?

"Are you alright?" Your voice sounded hoarse from the lack of use. You held your hand out to the little girl of five. She sniffled rubbing her left eye but reached her other hand to grab yours and pulled herself to her feet again.

"My bottom hurts" She whimpered. You smiled a tiny smile, genuine nonetheless. Your other hand moved back to rub at her sore bottom to ease the pain away.

"Is that better?" You questioned. She nodded her head and moved to take a step closer to you. One of her small hands reached to grab a lock of your hair and looked at it with wonder.

"You have hair like my muña, did you know her?" Mother. She pointed out. Her question that followed broke your heart. At least the remembered her mother, even a singular memory would be enough, it was enough for you.

"Yes, Helaena was a beautiful woman" You answered. Aegon sighed in relief seeing you so calm and collected in front of his child. He finally stepped closer to you two and placed both his hands on jaehaera's shoulders.

"Kepa says muña is with Jaehaerys and Maelor now" Father, mother. She whispered sadly. You placed a hand on her cheek trying to comfort her.

"I am sure your mother is saddened to leave you as well" You leaned closer to place a kiss on her blushing cheek. She smiled sadly at you rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.

"Will you play with me like she used to?" She asked tilting her head to the side. Aegon held his breath watching your reaction. You gave no reaction at first before nodding with a smile. She giggled pulling you in for a hug before running back to where she and Aegon were earlier and began running in circles singing a children's song.

"Thank you" Aegon broke the silence that fell between you two. He held out a hand to assist you back to your feet. He did not expect you to take the help but you surprised him by accepting the hand and let him help you back to your feet.

"It was no bother" You nodded. You turned to watch the now happy little girl giggle to herself as she sang and played alone. Still she looked so lonely, all alone when she used to have two brothers.

"At least she's happy" Aegon sighed deeply. That was mattered to him now, the light of his life was happy.

"Yes" You agreed, nodding your head. You jumped when you felt Aegon slid his hand into yours. You turned to look at him, scold him and yell at him but froze when you saw him looking at your with tears in his eyes.

"I am sorry" He whispered. You gulped not knowing what to say. Was he sorry for the way he treated you? Or was it because he killed your mother? Or for the war? Instead of answering you pulled him in for a hug, in the middle of the garden where anyone could see. He sighed in relief wrapping both his arms around your waist holding you tightly to him. You placed a kiss on his cheek as you moved back to look at him.

"Will you at least try to make this work?" he asked. You looked between his violet eyes, searching for an ill intention, not like there was anything worse that could happen.

"Yes" You responded. He smiled gently and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, gentle and sweet, a beginning to a new life for the three of you, Aegon, Jaehaera and you.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (1)

[King's Landing - Heir's Tournament]

You held your dress as you walk down the steps and took a seat on the first row with the king and otto, your curly hair was pulled into a high bun with your white streak loose making you put it behind your ear. You held your child in your lap as you waited for this barbaric sport to start and be over with so you can go back to your chambers, you saw the knights lined up one by one as your eyes carry over them.

You tare your eyes away when the king stood tall and announced that his wife the queen has gone into labor, you along with your family clapped at the joyous knews even through you didn't feel any joy, he proclaimed the start of the tourney before taking his seat making you watch as the knights rode around the grounds as the man in red called their names and the house they served. The first person up was your cousin, boremund baratheon, and some new knight from dorne.

"Princess Rhaenys Targaryen! I would humbly ask for the favor of the Queen Who Never Was." You glared at the man for the unnecessary nickname he called your mother, you locked eyes with her making you gave her a look only for her to give you one back before she grabbed her flower crown and get up.

"You could have Baratheon's tongue for that." You heard otto say next to you.

"Tongues will not change the succession. Let them wag." The king replied, making you roll your eyes at him, the amount of times I heard him talk about how family is important and how should never be divided, he certainty have no care that his own flesh and blood was disrespected. What a hypocrite, you thought. You watch the exchanged between your mother and cousin as she wished him luck only for him to give her a impertinent answer, he glanced over at you as you gave him a void look while your eyes was slit with fire making him cowered away as he took his post.

"Mother! Who do you think will win?" You eldest son asked turning in his seat from the second row making you shrug one shoulder leaning in a bit.

"The dorinish lad. That's only because he looks fit unlike boremund who looks like he ate a whole goat..." you said with a slight smile as everyone in the box laugh including your sweet child on your lap.

"I have to agree with you on that one." The young boy said laughing before turning around to see the two knights, you sat back in your seat noticing viserys and otto looking at you before muttering.

"And if I'm lucky he eat dirt and maybe that would bring down a peg," Otto gave you an unamused look.

"Must you speak like that infront of the child." You rolled your eyes with your lower half of your face in your son's white curly hair before pulling away to look at Otto.

"It's not like I'm saying anything lethal, and if I did he wouldn't mind...wouldn't you my sweet seahorse." The young boy wasn't paying no mind to what his mother was saying as he watch boremund get knocked off his horse, this made you smile as you clapped along the others at the knight who did it.

As the dornish knight called Cole and Boremund make their way off the grounds drums sounded off as the crowds in the stands cheered when they see the one and only, prince daemon targaryen, you could see from your seat how he smile boastful as everyone cheered for him. His eyes looked up at the bo, to anyone else it looked like he was staring at his brother or his neice, but in reality he was looking at you making you stare back at him with an unamused look before he gave you a smug smile as he went and picked the knight he was going to joust. Your heart fell to your stomach when you saw daemon point his lance at gwayne, you held your child close to your chest as gwayne stepped forward you looked at alicent who turn to you worried making you give her a reassuring smile as you squeezed her shoulder in comfort. The young girl gave you small smile before turning around you could tell she was worried about her brother, and you can't blame her knowing daemon he won't show any mercy. As daemon took his post gwayne made his way towards the box, he took off his helmet and look up as he held his lance high.

"My lady Rhaelle. It would be an honor to ask for your favor..." Gwayne said, you smiled softly getting up with your flower crown in one hand while you held your son on your hip, you walked over putting the crown on his lance.

"I wish you much luck, ser gwayne." You smiled down at him, he bowed his head.

"Thank you, stepmother." You rolled your eyes at him as he gave you a cheeky smile before putting on his helmet and making his horse back up as you took your seat next to your husband again. You looked over at daemon who was watching the whole interactiong with a bitter look before he turned his attention to gwayne, you said a quick prayer in your head before hearing the horn and you watch anxiously as they changed each other in all honestly you didn't want neither man to be hurt. You flinch when gwayne got daemon in the chest causing otto to look relieved and placate, but that was short lived when daemon circled back and aimed for gwayne's horse leg. You covered you son's eyes as the horse flipped over crushing gwayne and injuring his face when his helmet fell off, you turned looking back down to see squires carrying gwayne away before removing your hand from your son's face as the people cheered for daemon and his ignoble action.

The tourney continued on like this for about another hour until you had enough violence for today, you decided to stand up with your son in your arms, making otto look at you as everyones else was watching the next competitors.

"Where are you going?" Otto asked looking up at you.

"I have grown a headache from all this noise, I will be returning to my chambers." Your son, Baelor, whined lowly at this choice before he spoke in a shy voice.

"No, mama I wish to watch the tourney." He said looking at you with a small frown as you gave him a look of pity.

"You can leave him with me, lady-wife. " Otto says, you glanced at him in surpised he usually doesn't like being left alone with the kids, so you conseplated on leaving baelor or not until the young boy started getting fussy making you rock him and press a tender kiss against his cheek before handing him over to his father.

You moved down a step looking at your childern and step-daughter telling them you be gone for a bit causing them to nod before looking back to the grounds, you held your dress as you walked up the steps to the entrance. You look back at your son seeing him smile and laugh as otto played with him, you looked away staring at the rest of your childern as they watch the tourney. Your eyes moved over to the grounds and over to daemon who looked up at the box again at you, he held eye contact with you for a split second before you turn and walked away not giving him a second thought.

You walk through the halls not feeling up to going to your chambers, so you ended up at the queen's chambers seeing all the female servants around the bed with the maester. You saw aemma twist and turn moaning in pain, when one of the servant girls went to get more water aemma saw you standing in the doorway.

"Rhaelle! My sweet girl...ah come...come here and hold...mmhm–hold my hand." Aemma called out weakly in pain making you grimace and slowly walk further into the room.

"How long has she been like this." You asked, standing by the queen's bed, her hand grasped your hand quickly and tightly making you scrunch up your face a bit as you look at the maester.

"A few hours..." he came closer moving towards you to whisper as you turned a bit to look at him, "...it seems the baby has been breach and it's not good, I'm sending someone to receive the king now." You sigh looking down at aemma as she laid there sweaty and pink in the face, one of the servants brought you a chair making you take a seat next to aemma as you held her hand.

"...rhaelle.." your head bowed when you looked up at aemma, "...I must tell you something–" your hands were holding her hand rubbing your thumb against her palm.

"Don't speak. Save your energy for the babe." Aemma shook her head before she could say what she wanted to say to you the king walked in with otto behind him, you looked at aemma squeezing her hand gently before moving aside for her husband to take your place you move to your own husband side while the maester, you, and otto watch the king and queen.

"How is she?" You glanced at Otto and gave him a disappointing sigh.

"Not good. She's in a lot of pain only pray that the gods have mercy...on both of them." You said, before you and the other two men looked away from one another to see the king walking up to three of ya.

"Aemma wishes to speak to you." He said solemnly looking at you with heartbroken expression, you nodded walking away from the man before walking by to aemma's side.

You took your seat again as the older woman turned her head weakly looking exhausted at you, "Rhaelle...my sweet cousin, my sweet girl." Aemma moved the back of her hand to graze your cheek you grabbed it linking your hands before planting a kiss on her knuckles.

"I am so sorry." You looked at her confused making you shake your head slightly.

"For what, my queen." You could see the pain and regret in her eyes as she stared at you with tears.

"I failed in protecting you...I was so tired of losing babe after babe that...I told him him..." your widen at what she was talking about when you looked at the servant girl who was standing on the other side pouring water into a glass, the servant glanced at you when she was finish with a look before walking away.

"Aemma. There's no need–" you started.

"No, I...I have to tell you this because I know I won't make it....not this time." You shook your head at her as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to her.

"You will make it. You will because you are a dragon, my sweet cousin. You are strong and you have fire in your veins." Aemma shook her head closing her eyes as tears slipped down her face, no matter how fucked up it was for what happened to you here you still couldn't hate aemma for what happened.

"I don't deserve you and you didn't deserve what happened to you, I'm so sorry..." aemma weep making you turn away in pain can't standing see her like this as you looked toward the maester and the others you heard mellos say something about the queen, your eyes caught otto before turning your head quickly before back at the queen.

"Aemma. I need you to listen to me very carefully...I need you to push." You knew what mellos was talking about with the king you heard the stories and you heard the malpractice the maesters did to those woman, you know that if she push there a chance she might live but there's a chance she might die but aleast it she will die quick and painless.

"Aemma. You need to push." She said hastily turning to see otto coming this way.

"...promise me. You look after rhaenyra, rhaelle."

"Aemma–"

"Promise me! Please, protect her from these vultures. Make her know shes not alone." You looked at her for moment before nodding.

"I promise...i promise I look after her but you need to push–" she cut short as otto pulled you away from the bed.

"Aemma! Let go of me. Aemma, push." Otto held your arm as he dragged you out, the last thing you saw was her giving you a small smile before viserys blocked your vision and you were out of the door.

"Unhand me." You snatched you arm from oot's grip and stood outside in the hall.

"You should return to the tourney–"

"No! I'm not leaving...you know this is wrong, otto." He looked at you with a ashamed look.

"The king has made his decision, now please return to the tourney–" his voice was cut off by aemma's screams, you look at the door in horror as your hands went to your stomach feeling sick.

"Rhaelle, please." You move towards the door as you heard her begging them to stop, otto caught your waist stopping you from going inside you struggled in his arms for but before there was a silence. You twist out of his hold and barged through the door, you almost threw up bile when you saw the scene in front of you. An unmoving aemma in pool of her own blood but that wasn't that made you sick it was the servants who was there to make her comfortable and look after her that were moving away after holding her arms and legs down, your eyes looked to viserys to see him holding his child he before turning to you and otto with teary smile.

"It's a boy." He spoke brokenly before looking down at the babe again, you stepped back in shock and disgust.

"Monsters." You croaked out, "...fucking monsters!" You snapped pushing past otto as you stalk out of the room.

You looked down as you twisted the flower in your hand...the queen's favorite, moonbloom, it only grows in old town but the king have them send to the red keep every few weeks as a gift to the queen. You remember how her face will light up when she saw them at feasts as decorations on the tables or just around the castle, she would always say that it was viserys way of telling her how much he loved her. You thought it was sweet at the time, it sounded like something you would dream about when you were a little girl hoping that one day your future lord husband will do the same, but life had other plans. Cruel and unfair plans that cause you to resent the very people you trusted. You side eyed otto who bumped your shoulder with his own taking you out of your thoughts, you lifted your eyes up to him, look at you with a sorrow expression as he spoke in a low voice.

"Maybe you should say a few words, lady-wife." You gave him a look of uncertainty before you glanced around, rhaenyra was far away from her father with daemon amd alicent near her, you could still see the tears that slide down her face from your spot here, you turned your eyes to viserys who stood there like a ghost staring into nothing.

"No, I rather not." You crushed the flower in your hand as rhaenyra's dragon cremated the queen and the prince, you reopening your palm again as the wind blew the ashes of aemma and her son waft away to the sky like the petals in her hand.

The night air was cool against your skin as you leaned against the stone rails outside your large balcony, the city of King's Landing looked peaceful and calm today not like last night. You turned your head into your chambers to check on baelor, who was under your covers with his thumb in his mouth, a small smile made its way onto your face as you walked back inside you took a seat on the edge of the bed as your fingers rake through his hair, it made you sad at times that he looks more like his father than you with his alabaster skin and silk white hair but he did have your nose and your soft eyes. You frown when you heard a knock on the door a feeling of dread sets in as you sat up the knock came again making you move off the bed, you took slow steps to the door before your hand rest on the knob making you slowly turn it and opened it a few centimeter wide.

"What is it?" You snapped.

"It seems like your special treatment here has made you forget how to address a prince." Your head snapped up to see daemon giving you a small smile, your shock evaporated into irritation.

"Belive me, cousin. There's no such thing as special treatment in this prison." You chide, a quick hum was his only response as he looked down at you.

"May I come in?" He asked, you looked at him for a minute.

"No." You closed the door only for him to stop you with his hand, you glare at him while he only smirked as he didn't need to use much strength to push open the door making you stumbled back.

You looked to your child to found them still sound asleep, you turned back to daemon to be blind sided by his lips you move your head back but he moved his hand behind your neck to keep you in place. You didn't realized he was steering you until you felt your legs hit the outside arm of the couch and felt his other hand pull up your nightgown you scratched his neck causing him to pull away from you, moving like a bat out hell you stood on the other end of the couch with your back to the balcony you watched daemon draw back his hand from his neck and smirk at you with lust in his eyes.

"You gotten feisty since I been away, I kinda like it." You gave him a hard glare as he came closer.

"You need to leave." You said stern as every step he took you took two steps back.

"But, I missed you so much, dear cousin." He held you trap against the wall making you push at his chest as his head leaned against yours before whispering, "And all I want now is to bury my face in your sweet cunt." His hand massage your breast through your thin nightgown, a moan broke free as your swollen breasts were sensitive as he played with them he left love bites on both sides of your neck.

"...no...daemon, not in here..." you clench your jaw trying to stop another moan from slipping out, daemon growled in your neck before bending his knees a bit before picking you up and carry you outside to the balcony. After, placing you on the banister he pecked your lips a few times before he kneeled in front of you, he pushed the gown up making you shiver at the cold air you moved your leg to rest on his shoulder as he kissed your inner thigh getting you wet.

You gasped slighly feeling his lips against your folds as if giving them a kiss before feeling his tongue swipe over your folds, you tilt your head up to the stars as daemon's warm tongue lick your cunt before his lips sucked on it making you roll your hips against his face while your hand grasped the back of his neck. His hand moved to your breast pinching your nipple causing a sharpe inhale at the overwhelming pleasure, you held on to the banister for dear life as you arch your back you fear if you leaned any further you might fall to your death. You jolt slightly feeling daemon's tongue explore your insides making you feel a bit dazed by the way his tongue work in devouring you, he had his arm over stomach keeping you still and from falling as you pulled his hair at the back of his head causing him to moan against your wet cunt. Your body erupted in goosebumps as he made you cum you let out soft hum as he continue to lick your folds and tender sweet spot, he finally pulled away his hand left your breast to your throat pulling you into a heated kiss while his fingers massage and circle your entrance before pushing in making a throaty moan against his lips.

"You still taste sweet." He mumbled against your lips your arms went around his neck pulling him closer, "...oh, how I missed your taste, your smell, your lips, your body..." His face move to the crook of your neck inhaling your scent as he crane his two fingers inside of you making you whimper at his touch.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." He mutters, leaving sloppy kisses on your cheek and jaw.

"Oh, how I missed your touch, daemon." You sighed blissfully as you started biting his neck leaving your own love bites around his neck.

"I can only imagine, my sweet qēlos. I wager all the gold in the kingdom that otto haven't been giving you the special attention you need with how needy you been acting since I walked in..." you pulled back looking at him your hands on his chest as he looked at you with his lips red and glistening in the moonlight while his hair was a mess and his face was flustered

"Why must you bring up his name in such a imtimate moment?" You asked.

"Why must you feel ashame when I do?" He ask back looking at you in question.

"I do not–"

"Do too." You scoffed, as his fingers slipped out of you when you pushed him slightly as you got off the banister.

"How can I be so foolish to think you came here to be with me–" you rolled your eyes turing away from him.

"I did–"

"But, yet here you are bringing up my husband while all I want to do is be with you," you turned back to him with a hurt and annoyed look, "...you should just leave the moment has past and I do not wish my child to wake up to found you here." You walked past him only him to grab your arm he looked inside his eyes going to the little boy in your bed.

"I saw him earlier at the tourney, you imagine my surpised when I was saw he doesn't have the similar streak in his hair like you or the similar green eyes like your other childern, why is that?" He asked turning his eyes back to you as you looked at him with a blank expression shrugging.

"I don't know, maybe my targaryen blood is getting stronger with each child I pop out."

"Or maybe my brother's seed finally gave him a son, pity that he can't put him on the iron throne though. " He gave you a fake pout making you clenched your jaw.

"That's a vile allegation." You snapped.

"Is it though because while away I heard some distasteful rumors about you, so tell me how long did it take for you to become my brother's whore after I left." You snatched your arm from his grip and push at his chest not moving him one bit.

"How dare you I would never–"

"Fuck my brother to benefit your husband?" You glared.

"You know nothing...and how could you after abandoning me here. " You hissed, daemon smile disappeared before looking away.

"I didn't abandoned you."

"Really? What do you call it when you up and leave out of nowhere with no explanation." He snap his eyes at you with a look that you couldn't cipher.

"I had to leave."

"Why?" You pushed wanting an explanation.

"Just know that I had to." He snapped making you purse your lip in a thin line.

" I had to leave you...after that night. I just had to leave, I knew if I didn't...you grow to hate me and I didn't want that." You looked up at him, before putting your hand on his chest where his heart was, he put his hands over yours looking down at you.

" I can never hate you," she sighed as he thumb rubbed the top of her hand, "whatever you thought could have happened to make me feel that way, couldn't be as bad as the pain my husband put me through these last few years."

"Than say the words and I will kill him. I'll make sure he suffer greatly and finally put a end to this miserable marriage." He said, daemon words made your heart flutter but you knew nothing good would come out of it and nothing can erase that sullied feeling inside you.

"And what than, daemon. " He step closer cuddling your cheeks in his hands.

"We'll marry and I'll take you as my second wife, your childern will have my name. We will live on dragonstone and raise our childern there." You looked into daemon's eyes and you similar words he told you long ago and remember how you swoon when you got back to your chambers, and he gave you hope you believed his words then like you do now. Daemon love you and you love him but you knew better, you took his hands and held them in front of you as you knew what you were about to say would break his heart.

"Your brother will never allow you to take another wife, and I fear the consequences that may take place if you do this..." you sigh with a small frown, "I feel the gods do not wish for us to be togther." He snatched his hand from your grasped as if you were a hot stone taking a step back from you making your heart ach.

"I'm sorry but it is true, if otto's dies I will just be sold off again like cattle to the next lord, it's not worth you getting in trouble." He huff through his nose, you could see he was growing angry and you know thats only because he doesn't want you to see him heartbroken.

"I'm giving you a escape. I'm giving you the life you truely deserve, and I'm willing to destroy my life and my relationship with my brother for you. Only for you to say no." He hissed out, you gave him a penitent look as you step closer only for him to move away and walk back into the room.

"Daemon, wait–" he caught your wrist after grabbing his arm you both stood in the hall just meters away from your chambers.

"No, if you want to continue living your life as a cum bearer for your husband go ahead I do not care," he roughly let go of your wrist making you hold it to your chest as you massage it, he stepped closer making you look up at him with regret.

"Issa dōna zaldrīzes darilaros, I did not mean to hurt you–" he cackled in your face making you close your mouth. My sweet dragon prince.

"Hurt me? Don't be stupid...you don't have that power over me...your nothing to me anymore." He look down at you as if you were least than him.

"I know that's not true....your just trying to hurt me," you said quietly, he looked at you for a moment as you stare into his lilac eyes seeing the storm you cause brewing inside.

"No, I mean ever single word of it, I see you for who you really are now, " you frown at his words, you turn your head away when he lean his face closer to yours, "A pathetic little girl with no real purpose except for laying on her back," he scoffed.

"what a waste of a evening. " He spat stalking away from you as you stare after him with tears, you sniffled wiping your face hearing your son call for you, you walk back inside closing the door as you tend to your youngest.

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Dainkae

Prince regent Kaeya, titled Khaenri’ah’s last hope is expected to produce and birth an heir.

He enlists the help of captain Dainsleif in secret to impregnate him much to the captain’s shock. Dainsleif had always been weary of the prince and his clan for taking over the eclipse dynasty and it shows in how he fucks him- rough and ruthless, almost angry and violent.

On the day of prince Kaeya’s labour, Dainsleif is privy to the birth as a guard, he stands inside the chamber face impassive as he watches the prince give birth to his child- their child unbeknownst to everyone else. The scene is a spectacle, most of Khaenri’ah’s nobility inside the birthing chamber watching their prince give birth to their next blessing.

Meanwhile Prince Kaeya lays on the birthing bed, legs held back by multiple sets of hands of healers and alchemists. The room is quiet as hundreds of eyes gaze at him, the only sounds being murmurs of the crowds and the loud shouts, grunts and screeches the prince lets out as he labours.

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Fingers running over the hilt of his blade, Dainsleif keeps his expression blank. He was simply another pair of eyes on the Prince, no more than just one of the crowd. He glances about, taking note of the excitement sweeping through the onlookers.

He's familiar with many of them, not on a personal level, but by status. Nobility from various families, houses, and clans. All alight with the buzz and promise of the future heir.

A frantic wail comes from the bed, drawing Dainsleif's attention. Hands curled into the sheets, heavy belly contracting, Kaeya lets out another panicked scream.

The healers are unphased, sharing looks with each other ranging from pity to irritation. Strong hands are holding his legs wide apart, drawn up close to his chest. His hole is on full display, leaking fluid and blood, cock bound to his thigh.

Dainsleif can't even begin to fathom how humiliating it must be. On full display, agony gripped his body while a crowd of near strangers gossiped.

Petty, but he can't help but feel a bit of satisfaction watching the Prince writhe in pain.

The healer slipped two fingers into Kaeya's hole, prodding around with what looked to be far too much force. Kaeya screams, back arching off the bed.

"Fully dialated. It's time for the Prince to begin pushing." A thrilled rush of whispers erupts from the crowd, but Prince Kaeya is less than pleased.

"N-No, I'm not ready, I don't think I need to push-"

"You don't need to think," one of the healers quips, "Just do as we say."

He pulls his legs further back, Dainsleif feels his stomach twist at the sight of the head of the child- their child- starting to emerge.

"Push." the healer commands, and Kaeya obeys, chin to his chest, legs trembling.

"Don't stop," the healer chastises as the Prince stops to suck in a rush of air. He whines, exhausted and hurting, but bares down once more. "Push...push, push push." the healer coxes, fingers slipping around the child's head, helping ease it free.

Another horrific scream rips from the Prince,

"Stop! Stop! It burns! Stop!"

Ignored, the Healer continues, pushing against the outside of his hole and helping the head to pop free. Kaeya screeches, attempting to roll away from the pain. He's held in place, arms now pinned to his sides.

"Push, push now." Kaeya isn't listening, he's too far gone in the pain, sobbing openly. The healer slides a hand inside of him, rotating the shoulders and tugging the infant free.

The onlookers break out into cheers and claps as the Healer opens up the crying newborn.

"A son! We have a future prince!" the Healer moves through the crowd, showing off the bloody infant while the others clean up the Prince and turn their attention to minding the mess between his legs.

Dainsleif knows he should feel terrible, watching as everyone ignores the exhausted, crying Prince. Not a single congratulations, no one asks how he is. The room empties, everyone following the Healer as they bring the infant out for further announcements, leaving Kaeya naked and alone.

He knows he should feel something, anything at all, but he doesn't.