#elevators and elder ladies

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Xiaotians list of enemies

-The mayor

-hid dads (not really but teenager see their parents as biggest enemies all the time)

-elevators and elderly ladies

His greatest enemy (s) XD XD!! Worse than all others

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When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself| Maknaeline Pt3

Warnings: Mentioning of needles in a medical sense, Cursing, Mentioning of death

Pt1 Pt2 Hyungline  (xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)

JISUNG|

The room was bright, and everyone of Jisung's senses were clouded slightly when he woke up.

"Where-"

He looked up to see Chan looking at him concerned.

"You passed out and hit your head. You've been out for a minute. You worried us."

Jisung's face scrunched as he looked at Chan. "I didn't mean to...why did I..." The events of right before his fainting spell came to him at once and Chan watched as his face slowly crumpled.

"N-No no! Jisung don't cry please! She's okay! She's okay!"

Jisung's heart rate monitor kept hiking up. "St-Stop ly-lying to me! Sh-She's gone!" He wailed- his heart rate reaching extreme levels that spurred the appearance of three nurses.

They tried to calm him down and Chan talked to a nurse about giving him something to calm him down.

A subtle sedative was injected into one of Jisung's flailing limbs and within a few minutes he was calmed down enough to be considered safe.

Chris sat by Jisung's bed as he fell in and out of sleep, the exhaustion of the past day hit him.

He looked at his phone as Minho was calling him. He looked at the boba eyes boy, who's eyes were closed in what he was assumed was sleep.

"Hello...hey...yeah we're still here, Jisung passed out...yeah...she's okay...I've been splitting my time between his room and her's...both of her femurs are fractured and she's cut up and bruised, and her arm is broken but she'll be okay...I'm trying to wait until he's calm enough to bring him over...he won't even listen to me he's that distraught..." Chris sounded tired. "I hate to them both hurting...I'm going to cancel to schedules...no one should have to work after this...maybe apply for hiatus of Jisung..." Chan stood up and looked at Jisung who was staring back at him with wide eyes. "Minho I'll call you back."

Han sat up and looked at his elder. "Y/N...Y/N? Where is she-" He swung his feet over the bed, not even flinching at the frozen floor as they connected with his bare feet.

Chris guided Jisung by the shoulder and brought him to room a few halls down, nodding politely at the ladies at the desk; silently praying they wouldn't point out that it was past the time for any types of visitors. He led him in front of your door, and knocked lightly. "She might be asleep...I have to run back to the dorms real quick to grab you a change of clothes and update the boys they're worried sick."

Jisung nodded and looked at the bags under Chris's eyes and saw how dark and droopy they were. He looked like a tired dad, and that only hurt Jisung more.

Chris gave him a hug and gave him a peck on the head. "I'll be back soon, Jisung." As he walked away Jisung immediately walked into the room. His heart dropped when he saw you laying there on the bed- legs elevate and your arms as well, your eyes closed.

He almost couldn't recognize your face at first, with the purplish bruise and large cut on your cheek.

He walked over quietly and sat down in the chair next yo your bed, just quietly weeping next to you.

Tears of joy, relief, praise, sadness, pain, and heartbreak.

God thank you. Thank you. Thanl you.

He continued to weep quietly, as he reached for your hand on your uninjured arm to hold it.

He felt calloused and scabbed skin when he put his hand in it and looked down through his tear.

His index finger traced the dark scabbed that decorated your palm, and he felt a hollow pain in his heart. Despite all the other injuries this one hurt him the most, knowing that he was the direct cause for this specific one.

You fluttered your eyes open and looked over to see the love of your life crying over you hand.

"JiJi?" Your voice was raspy, and he instead of saying anything he started placing kisses on your palm in a silent apology.

"It's okay, love. I'm okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Y/N...it's my fault."

You shook your head viciously and winced with the neck pain; mentally kicking yourself for moving at all.

"Its not your fault Jisung. You weren't the one drunk driving. Nor were to the one distracted behind the wheel. Things like this happen in life; you just have to be grateful to be the ones that get through it." You swallowed and started blinking back tears. "I'm sorry I worried you so much-" You croaked. "Channie said you fainted and hit your head? Are you okay?" Your voice was heartbreakingly warm, and Jisung couldn't fathom why you were so kind to him at a time like this. When you were hurting so much physically, mentally and emotionally; you were still concerned about him.

He kissed your palm again and let out a shaky breath. "Stay with me."

You give out a small chuckle, but it hurts your chest so you decide just to smile.

"Sungie...I can't even walk." You joked. "My femurs are pretty messed up right now." Jisung continued to gently hold your hand as if it was something priceless; something extremely fragile and breakable. He rested his forehead against is and murmured.

"Then when you can walk again, don't leave. Stay. Cling to me. Walk towards me instead of away."

You smile. "Walk towards you dressed in white?" You joked.

"Yes." He said with 1000% seriousness in his voice. "I thought I lost you. That was a pain that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. If I ever lose you again...I don't know how I would deal with it...if I could...especially if I knew you left by choice..."

You felt your heart thump at a faster rate and cursed it quietly since it would bring the inevitable visit of a concerned nurse.

"I'm sorry. I truly am." He said, his eyes looking at you. They softly traced all the injuries, all though none of them compared to what he was feeling in his heart, what you were feeling in yours.

"I love you." You said quietly, those three simple words filled with so much that it quelled the negative feelings that were churning in his heart.

And even though he knew it wouldn't be something he could ever truly forgive himself for - even if you did - he was selfish enough to push that aside if it meant that he could be with you.

If it meant you would stay with him.

He kissed your palm once more, before laying his head near yours. His nose gently nuzzling your face.

"I love you more."

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FELIX|

When Felix walked into your home, he wasn't expecting you to be there.

But what he defintely was not expecting at all was you struggling to put together a new gaming station for him, looking at a super complicated instruction sheet for a chair and while sitting next to a bag filled with other electronics.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You turned as the rich and deep voice you loved so much reached your ears. It had been days since you had gotten to hear it.

"It-It was supposed to be a surprise." You said standing up, bracing yourself for him to yell at you, or scold you. "I'm sor-"

You almost had the wind knocked out of you as Felix threw himself into your arms, inhaling deeply.

You hugged him back, feeling just how much he needed it.

His breathing was shaking as you heard him apologize quietly.

He reached for your hands to see if they were red from cleaning so much.

"I'm sorry baby. But sorry doesn't fix it. So what can I do-"

"I love you." You said. "I understand you were angry...it's understandable. So I went to go fix it!"

You pulled away and Felix was in disbelief of how positive and sunshiny you were. He would consider you even more like sunshine than he was.

And with that he felt and overwhelming sense of love and appreciation to the one in front of him, as he watched you explain to him what you had been doing the past few days (odd freelance work for extra money) and how you had went to buy him replacements for all the things you had ruined by accident.

"I thought you'd like this one cause it was blue but I'm not sure..." You mumbled. "It wasn't as expensive as you last one so I'm sorry if it-"

You looked up to see Felix crying with a smile on his face as he bent down to look at you while you knelt on the ground organizing pieces.

"Lix, are you okay?"

He nodded, his freckles scrunching up as he smiled even more, reaching to cup you face with his cool hands.

"I'm more than okay, Y/N." He said. "More than okay."

You looked at him with wide eyes and he couldn't help but plant a bunch of kisses on your face as a musical giggle escaped the lips he soon captured in his own.

You looked up at him as he rolled over onto the ground next to you, grasping your hand in his.

"I bought replacements angel..." He said, a smile playing on his face. "So now that we have two... we can take my old PC from storage and I can teach you how to play...?"

You looked at him. "But isn't gaming time your you time? I thought thats why you were so upset, since I had ruined something that was giving you detox time..."

He shook his head. "I had gotten into an argument with Hyunjin..." He said rubbing his thumb across your hand. "And I didn't manage my anger well towards you. I'm sorry, again."

He turned to face you while resting on his elbow.

"You're too good you know?" He murmured quietly, moving a few strands of hair out of your face.

"Lixxie...you're entire fandom call you sunshine..." You say, feeling your face heat up.

"Well that's because they don't know you well enough. But once they do they'll realize that you're the true sunshine in the Stray Kids world. Since you're my world..." He said leaning over again, resting his elbows on either side of you as he connected his lips to yours again; both sets upturned into a smile.

"I could never be mad you love...how would it even be possible?" He asked as he continued to press his lips against your face in a cute, but chaste manner. "It is impossible."

You giggled as he blew raspberries on you and you got up and looked at the boy you loved so much, knowing that you meant just as much to him as he did to you.

And you knew that you could rest assured that you would be okay no matter what.

"Do you want to play games...or cuddle?" Felix asked, pulling you up, already reaching for the blanket you kept draped over your desk chair; knowing your answer would be exactly what he was hoping it would be.

"Cuddles." You said clinging to him. Intending to do that for the rest of the night.

And Felix intended to make sure you kept true to that promise.

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SEUNGMIN|

The crowd was static with a murmured excitement. The result of hundred of Stays conversing just before the group walked on stage.

You made your way to the front of the arena. After selling the ticket you had intended to use to get back at Seungmin; you had made quite a bit of money from the upsale and the desire of some crazed stan.

And you put that money towards flying across the world, to come to this concert, and surprise him.

Hopefully easing the growing rumors but mostly easing his heart.

You called the Kids manager, asking to get you in closer to the front, and was praying that Seungmin would be able to spot you. Or a fan would spot you and it would spark the little "Where's Waldo" game that would get back to him - or more importantly the camera men.

You just wanted Seungmin to be assured you weren't leaving him.

Rather you hoped after tonight it would be the complete opposite.

As security pushed their way through the crowd with you encircled in them people tried to peak through to see you.

When a few curious eyes met yours you waved, and those eyes widened in the ones who recognized you.

It was almost like they were relieved.

And just with that you could tell how much the fandom cared about the boy.

Almost as much as you cared about them while knowing all of them on a personal friend level. And an even more intimate level with Seungmin.

The crowd buzzed with energy up until the moments to boys ran out on stage. You were close enough to see just how tired Seungmin was; but he still put on a smile.

There was almost know build up as they immediately started performing, Seungmin on the complete opposite side of the stage. The crowd was extremely loud- so yelling out to the closet member to you - Hyunjin - wasn't going to do you any good, even if he could easily recognize the voice of one of his closest friends' significant others; he wouldn't be able to hear it over the sea of others voices and screams.

So you decided to head back towards the dressing room.

Seungmin returned to his dressing room after the show, his heart racing with excitement after the show. But he still had that underlying hurt.

Should I call her? I miss her so much I'm imagining her perfume...

He stopped and turned his nose upwards. Y/N?

He rushed into his dressing room and saw you standing up, folding one of his shirts.

He immediately ran into your arms, burying his head into your hair, a wet spot forming on the crown of your head.

"Baby...are you really here?" He whispered, the vibration of his voice tickling you slightly.

You nod and pull back; feeling a bit proud to straight out apologize so instead get to what you came here for.

He looked at you as you squared your shoulders and adjusted your dress so it covered you properly as you knelt down onto the ground.

"Jagiya...?" He said instinctively kneeling down with you reaching for you, but instead you motioned for him to stay standing.

He looked at you with confusion, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck to his exposed collar bone, making you even more nervous than you were a second ago.

You pulled a small box out of the pocket in your dress and noticed Seungmin's puppy eyes widening as you held it out to him with a shaky hand.

"Marry me, MinMin?"

His jaw twitched and he just stared at you in shock and you fumbled to open up the box, a simple deep gray colored band laying in there.

"Um...I mean will you marry me? Please...?" You rubbed your forehead feeling your face get warm at Seungmin's extended silence.

"No." You felt your heart nearly crumple in embarrassment until he corrected himself.

"I mean yes- like no as is in you - like - yes I want to marry you but- just get up from the floor Jagiya..."

You stood up and you held the box in your hands, and they were still trembling, and he wrapped his large hands around yours.

"I meant no as a reaction to you proposing instead of me. I wanted propose to you. I mean...I'm the man in the relationship and-"

"I'm breaking societal norms, Minnie. If we both love each other why does it matter?" You ask bluntly, earning a laugh from Seungmin.

"And I'm proud of you for that, even if it'll earn me relentless teasing from the guys." He laughed out, a few tears falling from his face in happiness, as he rested his forehead onto yours.

"These past few weeks," Seungmin started, "Have made me realize that it's me who is clingy to you." He says, kissing your nose, lightly. "I felt that I lost myself when the prospect of losing you was in front of me."

You looked at him and knew this was his apology.

"I don't want to leave you. And I don't ever want you to leave me. That's why I got this for you." You said taking the ring out. Seungmin pulled back and stepped into character, placing a hand over his mouth in mock shock and daintily putting his hand out for you to slide the ring onto his finger.

He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face as he watched your face be completely painted in a blinding happiness. He couldn't help but kiss the lips that were stretched so wide.

"Do I have permission to break the news to Stay via instagram post?" He hums. "They've been suspecting we broke up due to your concert absences..." He looked at you, his eyes wide and bright.

"Yes of course, as long as you tell the guys in person. I want to see their reaction. I'm sure both Stay and the guys will be amused that I proposed." You winked.

"Yeah," Seungmin chuckled as he looked at the ring with a deep admiration and love. "They will be...speaking of this though. You must have paid an unecessary fortune for flying here, buying the ticket, hotel stay...and you request off work during concert season so you aren't getting paid. Where did you get the money? If it was from your saving let me fill it up again." His top lip curled in as he waited for your answer.

"Uh...you could say I made a profit of sorts..." You mumbled, thinking about the slightly illegal act of scalping the ticket price.

Your fiancé tilted his head to the side, waiting for an explanation, but the deciding to forgo it with a chuckle and just kiss the woman he loved and missed so much. The one he'd spend the rest of his life clinging to.

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JEONGIN|

You stood there the needle in your hand as Jeongin slowly walked towards you.

"Y/N? What are you...?"

You disposed the needle and adjusted your shorts to cover up your thigh.

"I was taking insulin." You said walking past him out of the bathroom, to go grab a paper towel since the towel in your bathroom was in the wash.

You felt the presence of your boyfriend behind you.

And you could instantly tell he felt bad, so you turned to him, his dark eyes wandering over you as his lips turned into his recognizable pout.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Innie..." You said standing there. "It wasn't right for me to ignore your calls. Or blow up your phone in the first pla-"

"Stop." His voice was firm and missing the playful undertone it almost always had. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was me."

He swallowed. "I was embarrassed because of the guys and their teasing. And I called you childish when it was really me who was being childish for caring so much about people recognizing how much we love each other. How much you love me..." He's within arms length and you can feel his cool breath hit your face. "How much I love you. I'm sorry."

For the rest of the day you and Jeongin lounged around your house, him taking a nap on you lap at one point due to the pent-up exhaustion of the previous week.

You had shake him awake gently when you realized it was time for you to inject youself once more since you had finished eating a while ago but pushed off medicating yourself so Jeongin could get some rest.

He opened his eyes and whined as he shut them again, burrowing further into you.

"Baby, I have to get up and take my medicine."

He immediately shot up and the expectant yet worried look on his faced caused you to grin.

"Do you wanna help?" His head bobbed up and down as you got up, pulling the mischievous eyed boy with you towards the bathroom.

As you got everything, he observed with a bubbling anxiety.

"You won't like...die from this or anything right?" His voice was soft, lacking the confidence it usually carried.

"No, Jeongin, I won't die from my diabetes." You laugh. "Do you think I would let it take me before I get married and have kids, and grandkids and live." You say this purposefully to hint to Jeongin that it was him you imagined this with. Hoping it solidified his assurance in your forgiveness; since he had been asking all day if he was truly forgiven.

As if its his fault I have diabetes... You laughed to yourself.

You placed the glucometer in his hand and held out the container of strips.

"Just place that in there." You instruct softly, and he does so showing it to you to double check.

"Okay, so now we have to put the lancet in...here..." You say, your boyfriend focusing on placing it in correctly.

He takes your hand in his and when he presses the button to prick you he winces rather than you.

"Are you okay?!" He frets, looking at the extremely miniscule - too miniscule - drop of blood on your ring finger.

"Mm. Squeeze a little more out?"

He gently squuezed enough blood out of your hand and tested you blood sugar - then measuring out the appropriate amount of insulin and pulling your shorts up slightly to give you your injection with gentle hands after cleaning the area.

You watched him focus on the task at hand so seriously; his brows furrowed, and tongue sticking out of his lip slightly. He was so close you could smell his shampoos and count his eyelashes if you wanted to. You felt a strange longing for him even though he was right here. You missed him even if his body was right here next to, gently making sure he didn't leave any marks.

And you couldn't deny how much you loved him. So much that you had to express it.

"I love you forever, Innie..." Through his lashes he studied your expression. Feeling the love exude from you.

"I love you, forever and even longer." He said, his face breaking out into a smile. "My beautiful princess."

You laugh and that causes Innie to laugh as well.

"You're too sweet, love." You said placing a kiss under his eye.

"Does that mean I need to get you another dose of insulin?" He asked, looking up at you with a devilish grin.

This time you place the kiss on his lips his eyelashes fluttering shut as he sighed with contenment.

"I think I can manage."

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (014) goodnight

WORD COUNT. 1176

WARNINGS. swearing (again i don’t know why i keep tagging it lmao), arguing (the two men in this chapter are vErY mature) and mentions of a flower

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

THERE WAS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT DRIVES WITH SUNWOO.

That was your first thought as you two exited his car at your apartment complex.

He opened the passenger side door sooner than you could even consider doing it yourself. You weren’t even entirely sure how he reached your side so fast.

You thanked him with a smile, leaving him to lock the car. But you didn't get three steps in before you felt tugging on your hood pulling you back in front of him.

Sunwoo shook his head and softly pushed you against the now-closed car door, looking down at the oversized zip-up hoodie that you had accidentally left at his place a few visits earlier. He leaned down and zipped it up, pulling the hood over your head and tying the strings into a tight bow.

The whole time, you didn’t take your own eyes off his handsome features. His focused expression— him biting his lower lip— as he made sure you weren’t cold (even though you were nearly inside) was an adorable contrast to his bold personality. And he was right. He does have very pretty lips.

When he was done, he patted your head with a smile. You returned it, stuffing your hands in your pockets as the two of you walked inside.

On the way to the elevators, he wrapped his arms around your arm, muttering something about how soft and warm your hoodie felt.

You were about to respond with a joking comment when the elevator doors opened. The only occupant was an elder lady carrying a grocery bag and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. You had seen her around before so you gave her a friendly nod as you stepped in with her, pressing your floor number.

The woman took one look at you and Sunwoo before finally saying something.

“Oh! What a lovely couple the two of you are!”

You and Sunwoo looked at each other with wide eyes. You swore his cheeks turned a few shades redder than they normally were. Sure, it wasn’t the first time someone assumed you were together, but it always came as a surprise.

Sunwoo cleared his throat and sheepishly answered the lady.

“We.. We aren’t dating. Just best friends sharin’ body heat. You know.” He chuckled awkwardly as you nodded in agreement.

The doors opened, showing the lady’s floor.

“Young man, do you mind holding the doors open for me a little?” She asked. She then began to fidget with the bouquet before pulling out a single purple flower and offering it to you.

“This is called a Platycodon or a Balloon flower. Please take one!” She smiled as you took it with utmost gratefulness, and she thanked Sunwoo before walking towards the doors, turning to you two one more time. “Well, I hope the not-yet-couple has a good evening and lots of eternal love because that’s what the flower represents.”

With that last little quip, she walked out, leaving you both staring at the pretty flower in your hand until you reached your own floor.

You giggled as you walked out of the elevator. Sunwoo still stayed pressed up against your side.

“That was random but very sweet.” You said, looking at him who shared your expression.

“I couldn’t have described the situation any better.” He responded, laughing a little.

As you turned the corner, you looked out into the hallway, your laughter slowly dying as you noticed a familiar figure leaning against the door of your apartment, staring down at his phone with his hand in the pocket of his cargo pants.

You heard Sunwoo sigh and straighten his back next to you as soon as he saw him.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You whispered to yourself, untangling your arm from Sunwoo’s and speed walking towards the man, who was then alerted of your presence.

“Yeonjun—” You started, but quickly got cut off by him placing a hand on your shoulder and peering over it.

He looked from Sunwoo to you with an offended expression on his face.

“What is he doing here? Haven’t you two been hanging out enough?” He scoffed.

“What me and my best friend do is none of your business.” Sunwoo said copying the scoff while you removed Yeonjun’s protective hand off your shoulder. “And I could ask you the same thing.”

Yeonjun shot a dirty look at him, furrowing his eyebrows.

“That’s none of your business either then.”

You shook your head, pinching your nose bridge. You were getting nowhere with the two men staring each other down with the utmost malice.

“Seriously, Yeonjun, what are you doing here?”

Finally he looked down at you, almost shocked by your question.

“You seemed angry, so I thought we should talk it out. Also, I felt like I overreacted so I wanted to apologize.. but I’m not sure if I was overreacting now.” He trailed off, looking at Sunwoo, who rolled his eyes.

You pulled his sleeve, demanding his attention again. “You definitely were overreacting but that isn’t a bad idea.”

“Let’s talk it out okay?” He nodded towards your apartment, grabbing your free hand in his own. “Alone.” He hinted rudely at Sunwoo.

Feeling Sunwoo already getting ready to protest, you held a hand up to stop and thought for a second. You didn’t really feel like giving up your Sunwoo Time, but it wouldn’t be beneficial to the plan if you and Yeonjun were on the brink of fighting.

“Alright, we’ll talk.” You sighed, a proud (borderline cocky) smile appeared on the pretty face of the man in front of you as you pulled your hand free, pressing in your door code before motioning for him to go inside.

With one last overly satisfied smirk at Sunwoo, he obeyed you and walked into the cold apartment.

You turned around to face your pouting best friend sneaking glances at the door.

“It’s gonna be fine, Woo Woo. There is no harm in a simple conversation.” You attempted to console him.

“But—”

You put a stop to the whining by pulling him into a hug. You weren’t sure if it comforted Sunwoo, but it sure comforted you.

“Don’t worry! We’ll take a rain check on that movie marathon, I promise.” You pulled away, rubbing his arms as he avoided your eyes, clearly not feeling happy.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes, unable to completely reject you.

“…Fine.”

At his response, you shot him a radiant smile and let him go (not before ruffling his hair).

You opened to door to your apartment to go in but turned towards him one last time.

“Good night, Sunni!” You chuckled, waving the flower at him before disappearing into your apartment with Yeonjun.

Sunwoo took a step forward, opening his mouth to take his word back and protest, but before he could, the door slammed shut in his face, rendering him powerless.

A defeated expression fell over his facial features. He pulled his hand back and put it in his pocket. Somehow, he felt like he had lost.

“Good night, Yn.”

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Thoughts on Rise of Ning, Pt 2

Now that I’m through like 14 episodes of The Rise of Ning (and I’m having a amazing time), again I want to harp on the changes from the novel, and how I feel they’re logically executed:

First! LU JIAXUE! Even in the novel, he is an incredibly compelling character and in the drama, the actor brings out a fantastic intensity that makes it even better. The shot where Yining is arguing with him to spare her Third brother, and you see her whole face and just his jaw, but then the twitches of his jaw and lips convey SO MUCH repressed emotion, ahhh I was having a lot of fun.

The interesting thing about him for me (at least in the novel) is that he’s not exactly the typical scumbag ex-husband/lover you find in reincarnation/rebirth stories. He was genuinely very good to Yining when they were together, and in many other settings, he could be the endgame male lead after one key misunderstanding gets resolved, and I would cheer for him. In fact, the author did write an alternate universe extra where Yining doesn’t meet Luo Shenyuan and remarries Lu Jiaxue! 

So the romance in the novel is very context dependent; it works out because Yining meets Shenyuan in a setting filled with family struggles, slowly grows to rely on him more than anyone else and gives him her ultimate trust. All of this leads up to her falling in love with him, and this is never in doubt, even when she clears her misunderstanding of Lu Jiaxue (this relieved me a lot lol). 

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I just really like stories where characters falling in love for the second time dont have their first love be portrayed as ‘not really love’ or ‘loved a person unworthy of it’. Because in the novel, while I was all for Luo Shenyuan, I couldn’t say Lu Jiaxue was a scumbag who deserved to be dumped quickly. Also those two are very similar in terms of their ruthlessness and capacity for obsession, so I agree with @dangermousie, they should fuck it out. (they do it via court politics, but the direct version would be great to ;) )

So in the novel, Yining has an older sister (from the same mom Gu Minglan), who’s married off to a duke household. This sister of hers is very fierce and capable of defending her to her shitty dad (who’s unchanged across both versions, sigh). And her stepmom is actually not so cool in the novel, she is equally kind to Yining, but she doesn’t have much say. In this aspect, I much prefer Lin Hairu’s character in the drama, which I guess they derived by combining the novel! Older sister and the novel! Lin Hairu.

The change also makes sense, because in the novel, Yining only stays on in the main residence after her mom dies because of her elder sister marrying into a powerful family. In absence of this, and given that Lin Hairu would have married in only years later, it makes sense that Lady Qiao schemed to send her off to a country estate.

Also because Yining stays on the estate and grows up with Luo Shenyuan, Old Lady Luo is also, I think, a bit more accepting of him than in the drama, Again, it makes sense, in the novel, she is aware she is dying and she makes a deal with him: he gets legitimate status, and Yining gets his protection. In the drama, this logic doesn’t apply, because the grandma is looking for a suitable husband for Yining to protect her, and also she isn’t in immediate danger of dying anymore. So whether he can get added to the family registry really would require Yining to put a fair bit of thought into it. Also at this point of time in the novel, Shenyuan is the only adult son of the Luo second branch, so even shitty dad will grasp at straws to elevate his reputation. 

[joojconverts]

4t3 Conversion of HLS' Rose's Elevator Dress

A 4t3 conversion of a beautiful 1910's dress for all your ladies!

Hey guys, it's been a while lol! I'm not oficially back yet, I just wanted to share this conversion I made a couple weeks ago to check in, as it may be useful to some of you! I have another post coming up later this week, also 1910's! Hope you like it! Enjoy! <3

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Known Problems:

For this dress, you have to use the invisible feet mesh or the basegame barefoot mesh because I wanted to use the most UV space I could since the textures are very detailed. You can't see the feet/shoes anyway, and it also prevents some usual clipping! Get the invisible feet mesh here, by @danjaley!

LIGHTING GLITCHES ONLY APPEAR ON CAS!

* Note that teens and elders have neck gaps. This is sadly the price for having them available! For teens, try using this slider by gruesim!

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[bucknastysbabe]

Hello! I saw your work when you wrote about three men from the house of the dragon (Jace, Aegon and Aemond) at once and I fucking loved it! I don't know if you can write something like this again? Maybe, somewhere during some kind of ball, some lord sticks to the reader in the corridor (very cruelly sticks, perhaps so that pieces of her paty remain (remember Sansa from the first season)) some lord, and she tries to fight back, but too much shocked and these men come to the rescue, God I hope you understand me thanks for your creativity!

My prince in shining silks?

Rating: Teen

Tags: Aegon II x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Jace x Reader, AFAB!Costayne reader, chivalry, sweetness really, fluffy, Aemond is emotionally constipated, Jace is a baby, Aegon and Sunfyre are BFFS, I get a little character studyish, TW: attempted rape, nondescript castration, Aegon’s past misdeeds

A/N: OF COURSE I LOVE STUFF LIKE THIS ENJOY XOXOXXO

Some say that the North remembers. But you’d like to say that the Hightower’s never, ever forgot a slight. They were too proud, too old of a family. Elevated to the highest position as they became the puppeteer for the Dragon. It was a grand tourney and feast in the Reach for young Prince Daeron’s 13th name day, a man grown now.

You were of House Costayne. Bannermen of the Hightowers, but had not so hidden preferences for Rhaenyra as rightful ruler for the future of the kingdom. Also the fact that your ancestor Elinor Costayne was a black bride of Maegor. Who was supposed to stay true to his Hightower bride. Therefore there wasn’t the best of blood between your families.

But your family was here. Quite spread thin if you could say. All filtered far away from the center of the jamboree. One of the dragons roared from far off. It sounded like Prince Daeron’s she-dragon Tessarion. Daeron was a kind soul and handsome. Too young for you by some years. You’d overheard Lord Hobart reprimand the lad after chatting to you, “You know what color her family’s flag flies.”

That was that. He didn’t speak to you much anymore, but would smile. You were a lady in waiting for Samantha Tarly, soon to be Hightower. It made things much worse for you and your position at the feast. Down with lesser nobility and the knights. Suddenly you felt very alone and afraid, picking at your meat nauseously.

A breath reeking of wine entered your ear, “Why’ve they got pretty little Costayne down here? You bed the princeling, incur the wrath of Lord Otto?” You turned to face the man, shock etched into your features, stuttering, “N-no my lord it must’ve b-been a mistake!” It was the huge second son of Lord Bulwer, Uther. He looked bullish like the sigil they bore.

He crowded into your space, grinning, huge hand gripping your shoulder. Bulwer grunted, “No one’s going to see when their pretty lady is gone, not down here. Maybe Prince Daeron will come to the rescue.” You remained quiet, eyes searching for a familiar face but found none. Tears leaked from your eyes as Uther led you farther away from the din of safety.

Aegon

Aegon hated these events. He lounged back and sloppily poured more mead down his throat. Alicent slapped his arm as to say, have some decorum you halfwit! The prince scoffed and got up, he needed to take a piss anyways. He sauntered through the woods, relieved himself, and decided to stagger over to his baby Sunfyre.

The golden beast huffed at Aegon, nuzzling his palm. The blonde softly chatted in Valyrian. He loved Sunfyre, so much, probably the only friend that unconditionally loved him. Both of their heads turned at the sound of a woman’s plea for help, cut off by the sound of a smack. Sunfyre growled lowly, turning to look at his owner as if to say, “Are we going to do something about that? What if it’s Hel?”

Aegon really couldn’t be bothered but he heard another shriek and Sunfyre had already dipped for Aegon to mount his beast. The elder prince eyed the dark forest, his golden dragon snorting and twitching it’s head to-and-fro. Aegon demanded, “Keligon,” he pat golden scales, “Ilagon.” Sunfyre let him hop off and come forward to the scene.

Some Reach lord, thick as a aurochs and hairy like one too had a girl shoved into the dirt, down in a rut, hands tearing at her garb. Aegon could see the tears in her eyes under the moonlight. Guilt constricted his chest. Is this what he thought was fun? The Targaryen needed to set himself right, help the girl.

“In the name of the Seven Kingdoms, your Prince commands you to cease at once!,” Aegon called down from his higher position. His dragon hung back, snorting and waiting. She cried, “Please! Prince Aegon! My virtue! I need Lady Tarly!” The lord snarled, “Your family stuck her at the end of the table for a reason, just having a little fun, get back to your silken chair.”

Just having a bit’ of fun.

Aegon was furious now, self-hatred fueling his desire to make this man burn. He barked, “I’ll ask one more time, get off the Lady and go back to your shitty house and their shitty wooden chairs.”

The aurochs scoffed and ripped the girls bodice with a grin. He really was stupid, drunk, or possibly both. She tried to cover her exposed teats, sobbing for Lady Tarly, her father, she was of Costayne. Costayne was a reputable house. This would be bad to ignore a bannermen’s virgin girl. Even if they were a bit astray. Maybe this could get them back.

Aegon looked over his shoulder to meet gleaming reptilian eyes. He pointed at the man and hissed, “Sunfyre, Dohaeris!” He mounted the dragon again, who let our a fierce screech. The ugly lordling hopped back and cried out in shock. The lady of Costayne covered herself and scurried backwards, getting even more dirty. The Prince directed his purple eyes to the man, “If I hear of you assaulting ladies of nobility again, all I have to do is say one word and you’ll be a nice roast.”

He dismounted again, thanking his dearest friend. The girl sat crumpled, heaving sobs, eyes swollen. Aegon offered her his cloak with a frown, asking, “Who was that?” Her wide eyes met his, beautiful in their sadness. Aegon liked sad things more than all of the revelry. She mumbled, “Uther Bulwer. I was supposed to be seated with Lady Tarly or my family. Thank you my Prince. I cannot repay you enough.”

Aegon hummed, “That’s horrid, I apologize on behalf of the dumb fuck who did that. C’mon, show me to your tent and I’ll get Tarly.” He gathered her up in his arms, her legs shaking too bad to take a step. Aegon looked at her crumpled face and asked gently, “Would you mind getting on my mount, he’s a good boy. Listens well.”

Her eyes grew wide at Sunfyre, but the dragon dipped its head and let out a soft purr as to show it’s good behavior. Aegon couldn’t help but smile at his mount. She stammered, “O-okay.”

She remained silent as Sunfyre ungainly took them to the Costayne and Tarly tents. He helped her down and carried the girl inside, who had calmed significantly. She even pat Sunfyre and whimpered, “T-thank you.” She received a pleased chuff in response.

When they entered the Costayne tent Aegon was assaulted by members of the family and a frantic Samantha Tarly. She cried and gathered the girl up, demanding, “Where was she? Where was my girl?” Lord Costayne came to Aegon and looked down, offering a hand to shake. Aegon explained, “I was uh- relieving myself and heard her. Uther Bulwark was attempting to take her virtue. His violets flicked over to the young lady being coddled by others, looking heavenly in his emerald cloak.

Costayne frowned deeply and hummed, “Raper. He should be sent to the wall. I would also request why the girl was seated at the end.”

Aegon dutifully nodded and replied, “I will return to my family and resolve the matter. May I speak to the girl?”

Narrowed eyes. Aegon still had a shite reputation.

“You may.”

Lady Sam looked up and allowed for Aegon to kneel at her side. He thumbed the ermine cloak and said, “Green is a nice color on you. Please be safe and mayhaps write a raven or send a message through Daeron. Good night to you.” She tearily smiled, “Thank you my prince, you are too kind.” The Costayne kissed his cheek with soft lips and that was it. He felt her eyes follow his retreating form.

Aegon decided he would marry the girl on his aggressive stomp back to the family tent. After he got Bulwer sent to freeze his cock off and chide his mother for being callous over the poor, beautiful, sad thing’s last name.

Jacaerys

Ser Harwin used to joke that Jace had his head constantly on a swivel. Which was a good trait, his father said. Jace knew the truth, who didn’t. Regardless, he was eyeing the feast. His Velaryon cousins were squabbling, the Targaryens looked pessimistic per usual. He took his time glaring down Daemon, who paid him no mind, whispering to mother. Daeron and Luke chatted amicably.

Baratheon, Lannister, Arryn, no Stark, Tyrell, even Martell had made their appearances. The rest of the Hightowers and their bannermen were at a table. Jace studied all the sigils of the Houses of the Kingdoms. He saw their green. Then the other colors of Tarly, Costayne, and Ball. Lord Costayne apparently had a very comely daughter, Lady Sam Tarly’s little lady in waiting. He didn’t spot her. Daeron had spoke of her beauty earlier but said he wasn’t allowed to interact per the old cunt Hobart.

He eyed to the outer tables of hedge knights, lesser houses, and high bastards. He saw the black and white of the Three Towers in a handsome dress. She was being shook and grabbed at by what seemed a Bulwer man. The man was twice his size but Jace would not stand for a raper or deviant like his cousin. He got up from his table, mother raising a questioning brow.

Jace silently stalked round to where the Bulwer was leading the muffled Costayne off. He darted behind them, using the cover of the night. Leaping forward he held a knife to the man’s thick neck, right on the pumping jugular. Jacaerys rumbled, “You’ll be castrated and sent to the wall for defiling a lady of her standing you fool.”

The man stiffened and Jace could smell piss as he nicked the skin of his neck with sharp Valyrian steel. He stammered, “She asked for it s-sir. Swear on it.” Jacaerys coolly replied, “Remove that paw of yours and let’s hear Lady Costayne then.” She turned to peer over Bulwer’s wide shoulder, weeping, “Please help Prince Jacaerys, I wish to be with my family!”

Bulwer let go of her and dashed off into the woods with a curse. She bowed and thanked him profusely, tears staining perfect cheeks. Jace frowned, “I apologize if the fool got piss on your beautiful dress m’lady. How in the Seven Hells did you end up at the edge of the feast?”

She bit her lip to stay quiet, eventually whispering, “My family supports your mother. The Queen did not like that. And no, somehow the piss missed my dress, thank you.”

Jacaerys gruffed, “Good choice on your family, even in the nest of Greens. Let me escort you back to their table, yes?” She grabbed his hands and kissed them gently, demurring, “Yes my prince, thank you.” Jace kept his hand at the small of her back as he led her to the Tarly-Costayne table. They received her joyfully, cheering the prince on. Lord Costayne gave a solemn nod and smile. The girl turned with flushed cheeks, “A dance later perhaps?”

Jacaerys smiled, “I’ll be waiting.”

Rhaenyra questioned him, “What were you doing over there? Right in the Tower. Or one of them.” Jace puffed his chest out, “I saved Lady Costayne’s virtue from some brutish Bulwer second son.” Daemon patted his back and commended, “Good man. That will be a boon for their support. Lady Tarly thinks her as a daughter.”

When Jace spun the beauty around later, he dreamt of her in a gorgeous Targaryen maiden’s cloak. They shared a kiss in the crowd later, her asking him to visit on Vermax some time. Jace eagerly acquiesced, promising to find the time. Something no one was sure how much was left.

Aemond

Aemond growled to himself, “Fuck tourneys, fuck parties, fuck feasts, and especially fuck my brother.” He swung at a tourney dummy outside of the revelry. They wouldn’t come looking, maybe send Criston if something was really needed. There was no time for shite like this, the man needed to train for the war.

He wanted blood. Especially Strong blood.

The Targaryen’s second son sharply swung down at the dummy, grunting with effort. He thought of drunkard Aegon probably taking some serving wench’s cunt and swung again. Why did the gods resort him to this status? The spare. They must have a purpose for him somewhere.

He heard shuffling and a grunt from his left. A girl’s muffled squeal. Aemond’s hearing was better on his blind side. See Criston had assisted him into honing that into an advantage. He stopped his swinging and paused.

“Stop! My virtue! They will know!,” came a small voice.

Clothes were ripped. A gruff voice slurred, “Like they care, Green’s just waiting for a reason to make you a silent sister. Shut up whore!” Another muffled yelp echoed into the quiet tourney grounds.

Aemond crouched and moved forward, eye searching for the raper. He was taking a lady of repute, he could hear that much from her accent. He arrived outside the stables, a horse whinnying in distress. Horses were smart like that, like his Vhagar, could pick up on people. The blonde snuck around the stables, quietly peering through slats until he saw the pair.

A…pretty young lady. Being defiled by some brute. Aemond swung open the door and yelled, “Stop now you raping cunt!” The man turned around with a growl, standing to his full height. He was obviously drunk. The man reached for his sword, clearly unable to tell he was about to swing on a Targaryen as Aemond had his cloak up.

The man wore the bull sigil of Bulwer. He had a great sword. Perfect, Aemond could outmaneuver the lummox. The girl held her arms over her exposed chest, mouth agape, deep eyes wide. The man swung down in a clumsy arc, the prince deflecting it and jumping to the side to strike at the man’s ankle, cutting him down. Bulwer howled and cursed, struggling to get up. Aemond yanked down his cloak and tossed it to the girl.

The bull’s face was etched with fear upon realization of who he just attacked. Aemond laughed bitterly, amused at the surprise. He crouched over the man and sheathed his sword, pulling out a sharp knife. The blonde politely called out, “Close your eyes my lady, I have to do something before this fool is sent to the wall.”

Bulwer trembled, struck with fear. Aemond grinned as he unlaced the man’s breeches, “Won’t have to freeze your cock and balls off at the wall if you don’t have any more.”

Cries and squalling of pain filled the tourney grounds, widely unheard by the feast. Now cradling his once privates, the Bulwer whimpered and moaned in pain. Aemond wiped his hands on the deviant’s clean doublet and stood back up.

The girl had gotten up by now, still closing her eyes. Aemond cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “It’s over now my lady. He won’t be able to hurt a lady again.” She opened her teary eyes and wrapped Aemond into a tight hug. The prince was shocked, wrapping his lean limbs around her waist, the jewels pressing into his sleeves. He murmured, “You’re safe, yes, what’s your house my lady?”

“C-Costayne.”

Black supporters. Aemond’s lips pressed together. He wanted the lady to be a fervent supporter of his family. The second son needed a wife too. Maybe this ordeal would change things around. She sighed, “I thought you were this scary, mean, vicious dog they kept at the keep.”

Aemond laughed, genuinely, he liked her melodic tone. He replied, “I can be, but I also practice chivalry.” She hummed, “Yes, I’ve seen that.” Aemond wanted to stay in her arms, smell her scent even if marred by the musk of horse.

He asked anyways, “Would you like an escort back?”

She shook her head, divine face looking up to his. Costayne meekly asked, “Would it be inappropriate if we stayed like this for awhile, my prince?” Aemond found himself pressing his lips to hers gently, sharing a sweet peck. He murmured, “Probably so, but let’s find a place better than around him.” They both chuckled, held hands, and found a spot by the babbling brook.

They’d find them later. Holding hands and chatting. That would be the last time she stayed in the Reach for many a year.

[ilreleonewikiart]

The Doom in our Blood comes Back: The three daughters of Queen's Rhaenyra

Notwithstanding, I posit that it is appropriate to formally present the remaining trio of the progeny of Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, who despite their gender and age, emerged as prime protagonists in the political landscape of Westeros, garnering comparable, if not greater, significance than their elder brothers.

[...]

The last of the Queen's three daughters, and the elder by a few minutes, is the one we know the most about.

 Numerous stories and ballads have been crafted about Princess Baela Targaryen, both during and after her life, and a plethora of rumours—some true, others false—have circulated regarding her personality and demeanour. Despite the embellishments of poets, numerous portraits confirm the tales of her striking beauty.

Unlike her twin sister Rhaena, who predominantly inherited their mother's delicate features, Princess Baela possessed more defined and slightly angular features, reminiscent of her formidable father, Prince Daemon. While the two twins were initially indistinguishable as children, in adulthood, their features diverged.

 Although both were uncommonly beautiful, the charm they radiated was distinctly different.

If Princess Rhaena's features were harmonious and sweet, resembling a flower, Princess Baela's were notably sharper and more defined—keen as knives, mirroring the magnetic and intense gaze that revealed her every intention, even the most violent. Another striking resemblance to her father Daemon—and occasionally her uncle Aemond—was the profile of her nose, subtly more prominent and sinuous than her sisters', resembling the profile of a dragon. This feature became even more pronounced after Uncle Aemond, during a tournament in 137 A.D., struck her with the hilt of his sword, breaking her nasal bridge, and leading to an uneven and irreparable alteration of its shape.

[...]

Princess Rhaena Targaryen, a figure of prominence on the political scene of Westeros, had previously been introduced, having wed her mother's half-brother at the tender age of sixteen, elevating her to the esteemed position of Lady of Oldtown.

Despite the near-identical appearance she shared with her twin sister Baela during their youth, Rhaena's features evolved into a distinct manifestation of delicate feminine beauty, gifts of her mother. Her rounded and soft cheekbones, complemented by large, round eyes with lighter pupils, defined a countenance captured in numerous paintings adorning the Hightower. A small, upward nose and a tiny, pulpy mouth completed her exquisite profile, a testament to her captivating allure.

Intelligent and shrewd like her brother Viserys, Rhaena concealed her thoughtful nature with affability, recognizing societal biases against thoughtful women. Differing from her twin, she exhibited patience and conciliation, relying on charm rather than coercion. This adeptness in politics and scheming, combined with natural talents in diplomacy, surpassed even her brother's, who ascended to the role of Hand at twenty.

[...]

As per her father Daemon's account, Princess Visenya stood out as the one who, among all his progeny alongside Aegon, most closely resembled his wife, Queen Rhaenyra. This remarkable similarity became increasingly apparent as the young princess blossomed into womanhood, earning her the moniker of Rhaenyra's long-lost twin among courtiers.

During that era, the prevailing belief among the Seven Kingdoms' nobility held that the young Visenya, with her sweet and flawless features, beautifully golden locks, soft rosy cheeks, and petite, fleshy allure, was indeed the most captivating maiden in all of Westeros. This sentiment persisted even in comparison to her two elder sisters, who also possessed a charm uncommon to everyone.

A distinctive feature setting the youngest of Queen Rhaenyra’s children apart was her eyes, showcasing two different colors; the right one a darker violet than the left. This rare characteristic, while not as uncommon as one might think, especially among the Royal family, had also been present in her late grandmother, Princess Alyssa, and her young cousin Baelor of Harrenhal.

During infancy, Visenya was described as a plump and robust child, but with the onset of puberty, her figure transformed into one more slender and graceful. Nevertheless, she remained notably petite compared to Baela and Rhaena, with a prosperous bosom, though not on par with her mother's.

The young princess gained notoriety for her unusual fondness for crows and ravens, treating them with the care and attention typically reserved for more conventional pets, in stark contrast to her courtly companions who favoured smaller dogs or stoats. Throughout her life, she kept only three crows – Maemarr, Virys, and Garaerys – housed in an elaborate gold cage within her chambers, each named after characters from her beloved Valyrian poem.

Described as a vivacious and amiable girl, Visenya possessed an easy manner of speech and a gentle, sweet voice. However, some accounts noted occasional displays of immature and childish behaviour, potentially linked to her privileged upbringing. Nevertheless, on crucial occasions, she demonstrated the ability to adopt a serious and resolute demeanour.

-from TDIOBCB on AO3

[shurisleftearring]

Green Eyes Part 4

a/n: Shes backkkkkk. Chile this one is a longgg one. I was away for so long it was only fair that I made it so long. Life has been kicking my ass but were here! Green eyes part 4! (also i’ve been wondering if I should make a tag list. (Idk just a thought) Enjoy! 

Word count: 8k+

Pairing: Shuri x !Black!fem!reader x Riri???

Summary: Five years. It’s been five years since the blip. And even longer since you’ve been in a relationship. Maybe it’s for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?

But I don't love you anymore, I'm so insecure, never knew that love did this....

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“Babe…” 

Babe? Oh great now she has a secret girlfriend too? 

“...Hey” 

“Shuri, who is this? I've never seen her before. She's super pretty though” the lady said smiling. 

“She is um…my assistant at the moment” 

“Babe, they are still sending you assistants? You can never keep one” 

Your head was just spinning as this went on. She have a girlfriend? After all of this fuss about you, she has a fucking girlfriend? Rage was building up inside of you and Shuri could see it. 

“Hey babe, can you give us a minute? I have a…surprise afterward” Shuri said, turning away to her girlfriend. 

“Oh ok! I can give you a minute” She tried to kiss Shuri, but she moved her head away. Poor girl. You wondered why she was so distant with her. 

You looked away angry. She went onto the elevator leaving you and Shuri alone again. 

“Girlfriend? You just confessed to me and you have a fucking girlfriend? That is so low on so many fucking levels and you know it” you said wiping tears off your cheeks.

“I know, trust me. I didn’t even think she was here, shes always in Haiti or London…”

You crossed your arms. “So you didn’t think to tell me that you had a girlfriend?” “She's not even worth mentioning. In my head she's a roommate, not a girlfriend. All she does is spend my money and use my body when she feels like it”

You looked at her, your eyes softening. She's been starving for so long and for what? 

“Shuri…why do you put yourself through this? I mean, you could have anyone better than her” “Because it wouldn’t be you” Shuri says as she comes closer to you.

“Well I won’t pursue it, I ain’t a homewrecker and i’m not about to start. End it” “Done” Shuri said as she grabbed your hand to pull you closer. 

“Oh no no no no no no. You have a girlfriend. Don't care how you put it. Go to her. She's waiting on that ‘surprise’ of yours” You say slightly shoving her away.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she moved away and went to the elevator. 

“Y/n” you turned around, looking at her with puffy eyes.

“It could've been you. All of this…could've been yours…” and with that, the elevators closed. And she was gone. And it made you think. Think about what she said, about what could've been. 

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Shuri’s Pov

The Next Morning

“This is the fifth time that Namor has asked to see her. Maybe she's connected somehow”

“Bullshit”

“Language”

I rolled my eyes at M’baku. y/n couldn’t be connected. It just didn’t make sense.

“She doesn’t know Namor”

“Haven’t you been tracking her?” one of the elder council member asked.

I looked wide-eyed at Ayo. “N-no…I haven’t”

“My child, it is obvious that you have. See if there is anything in these past years that makes her guilty or not”

“I will not do that”

“My child, you are-”

“I am not a child”

She rolled her eyes. “Panther, you need to see if y/n is connected to Namor now”

“You forget that I make the final decisions. And I say no”

“But-”

“Nothing else, everyone is dismissed”

Everyone looks at each other and hesitantly gets up from their seats.

“General stay for a minute” she freezes, then slowly turns around.

Once everyone leaves the room, I look at her.

“Really?” 

“Your Majesty-”

“Girl, you know that title is only for meetings”

Ayo breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I didn’t say a thing”

“Mm sure”

“Now you know the elders know how to stare into your soul”

I just sighed.

“Do you believe them?”

I looked at her. “I know they're right”

Ayo’s eyes widened. “What?”

“She was working for Namor way back then, when we were dating”

“Whatttt?” 

“When we broke up, I had a feeling that she was working for someone, trying to get information. When Namor started saying things that only she knew, or saying certain things about Wakanda that only she knew in meetings, I knew I had to confirm my suspicions. I did some more research-”

“-you mean stalking”

I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, after that, I found out a lot of things about her past”

“Like what?”

“She…she was feeding information about different countries with Namor for years, I guess you call that spying. She was sent here to find Wakanda because back then it was just a rumor, myth of sorts. She somehow got into our borders and…”

“The rest is history…”

“Yup”

“So you've known about Namor this whole time?”

“No, I didn’t know it was him until recently, but I knew it was someone powerful”

Ayo was pacing back and forth, trying to think it out. “How- why- is-”

“You will keep it a secret. For now.  And I will wait and see if she will tell me”

“Do you really think she will tell you?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t blame if she never told me”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, but it can put everything were planning at risk if she knows we know”

 “This is too much. Say, when is RiRi coming again?”

“Soon”

“Wow ok”

“What she didn’t say when! She just said ‘soon’”

“Well, tell her I miss her”

“Will do, i’m going back to the lab to get this attack ready”

“Ok”

We did the salute and I left the throne room. I always hated that room, I still do. It holds so much pain. 

I eventually make it to the lab and everyone greets me. 

Panther

“Griot”

Panther, the cameras set up in the room titled “My love” are working and online. 

“Thank you Griot” I got up and started working on all of the tech that we are going to need for this mission.

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Your POV

A Week Later

It is now the afternoon and you just got done with some reports that Shuri is having you do. You head to her office to return them. 

“I have all of the reports here Ms. Udaku.  They are all here”

“Thank you Ms. l/n”

You  walked straight to your office that she had renovated for you. Since last week, her girlfriend has been popping up frequently. Even though you haven't let Shuri do anything, she just wants to be careful. She said “we have to keep it professional” Like Shuri can be professional. You knew she couldn’t keep it professional. That’s how you and her started your relationship in the first place.  You looked up to see her girlfriend exiting the elevator. You immediately looked down and went back to your wakandan computer. 

“Babe! I think I want to go to our favorite spot! Wanna go?” she asked excitedly as she entered Shuri’s office. 

You couldn’t lie, she is a good girlfriend. Random gifts, breakfast sent to her desk every morning, it was just sad seeing Shuri play with her like that. You thought about telling her but you don’t think it would help. 

“Yeah, sure”

“Ok! Love you!”

Shuri went out of her office so she didn’t have to respond. She didn’t want to say it back. 

You were just eavesdropping at your desk. Being nosey as always. You couldn’t help it. Shuri is so distant to her.  You went to her office when her girlfriend went down the elevator.

“Sh- Ms.Udaku, may I speak with you?”

“My love, she is gone. But you know you can, you don’t have to ask”

“Ok..why are you so distant with her? She doesn’t seem like what you described to me”

Shuri sighed “Honestly, shes only doing this because of you, its her way of saying ‘back off’”

“Yeah well I would do the same, and you already know-” “-that you won’t pursue until her and I are done, I know”

You looked away.

“Anyways” Shuri says as she shifts in her seat. “You are a very good assistant”

You crossed your arms. “Well I have been an assistant for like almost five years”

“Mm, well you are good at it, your on time, productive, and it does help that you are fine as hell” 

Fuck. You blushed at the last part. You didn’t mean to, but you know Shuri saw it because she started smirking.

“Yeah well we need to talk more  about last week anyways, I have questions”

“I agree. I need to explain…a lot”

You chuckled. “Well, can we talk after work?”

“Let me see…” Shuri said while tapping on her fancy screen. 

“Dammit. Not today love, I’m busy. But I’ll have us do something and we can talk then”

“Oh, I guess we're goin’ by appointment now?” you said jokingly.

Shuri chuckled. “No love, I am just busy this week. Not this weekend though” 

“Mmm. Well, anything else before I go on my lunch break?”

“Nah, you good love”

You turned to go get something to eat until you suddenly had a question. You turned around. 

“Shuri”

“Mhm,'' She was looking at the computer science thing.

“You call her love?”

Shuri looked up. Then she chuckled “Why are you jealous?”

You laughed at that. “No, I’m just asking. I  don’t care, really”

“No love, that is your name. Your name only. That feels like betrayal to me”

You were shocked by that answer. 

“Wait so you don’t call your girlfriend anything? No pet names? Nothing?”

Shuri sighed. “No. Honestly it’s more transactional than anything. She caught feelings first. I have some but they were slowly dwindling down”

“Shuri thats sad, you deserve better than th-”

“I know, I will. But I do care about her. I don’t want to hurt her” “Well, until you cut it off I won’t pursue it. It’s not fair for her. She truly loves you”

“Do you love me?”

You went silent. Did you love her? Even after all this time?

“I- I don’t know. I know I need time. We need to re-learn each other”

Shuri nodded. “I agree. But I don’t think we’ve changed that much”

“Shuri you lost your brother, you're the new queen, and you're expected to marry someone in a year! Hell you mean ‘you ain't changed?’” 

Shuri just sighed. “Your right”

“Sher I know-”

Shuri looked up at you again. You were confused as to why the sudden look.

“What?”

“Sher?’ Shit. You haven’t called her that in years.

“Umm”

She just smirked and went back to her computer. “Continue”

You took a breath and started talking again.

“Anyways, I know that these past few years have been…difficult. But, we can’t mess this chance up. My heart can’t take it”

Shuri got up and walked  to you. She grabbed you by your waist, and you smelled her perfume, strong and masculine.

“Love, I’m just glad that you want a second chance. I just wish you would be more open. You're so guarded now. I don’t know what they did, but if I find them I’m beating their ass respectfully”

You burst out laughing.

“Oh Shuri stop! And, it doesn’t matter what happened in the past”

“Yes it does. It affects a lot actually”

“In what way?” You leaned on her desk because your feet were starting to hurt. 

“Well, it depends on what they did. I know I'm not entitled yet, but I will need to know. Eventually”

You looked away. You tried to forget those past relationships. After Shuri you went to a dark path. Finding anything that filled that void inside of you. The sadness, aching to be loved. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t know what it would do to her. 

“Yeah well, i’ll be getting some bomb food in the square”

“Have fun, and make sure you take a dora with you”

You groaned. “Are you serious Shuri? I don’t need protection” “You are near me the most. You are the most valuable to enemies. You're lucky I don’t go with you”

“That would cause scandal. I ain’t with that. And i’m a big girl I can handle myself”

Shuri just rolled her eyes. 

“Byee” you said as you threw up the peace sign, heading towards the elevator.

Shuri chuckled at your goofiness. Shuri guessed that there were some things that never changed. 

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You just got back from lunch and saw her girlfriend coming your way. Shit. You hoped that you could talk to her but not this soon.

“Oh, hey Ms. l/n!”

“Oh please call me y/n! It’s nice to finally meet you one on one”

“Yeah, well I need to ask you something”

“Of course! What is it?”

“Are you the infamous ex? Y’know the one that broke her and left her to rot by herself”

I looked at her blankly. I did not want to answer that question. But, she did have a right to know. Did she?

“Woah, um, no, first of all, and second, where did that question come from?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head off . Have a good day, Ms. l/n”

She walked past, heading towards Shuri’s lab. You were weirded out by her, her energy was weird. You wanted to tell her, but you probably would make it worse. Shuri needs to do this on her own.

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“I am sick of this Shuri! We are getting married! I am going to be your wife! Tell me who she is because I know she isn’t just an assistant!” 

You hear a voice in the room as you're walking closer to Shuri’s room. You didn’t want to get in their business but you couldn't help yourself. You went to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation. 

“First, you are not my wife. Second, you are right, she isn’t just my assistant. She is someone I care about dearly” 

“What the hell does that mean?!”

“What matters is you thinking that just because you were there when things got rough your entitled to me. I am queen, I can have you exiled or killed in a heartbeat. We are not getting married do you hear me?” Shuri’s voice was so calm, so diplomatic. It scared the shit out of you.

“Oh no, it was your mothers last wish that you were to be married within a year. Who else would it be! I was born for this!”

“The public hates you Anathi! Can’t stand you! As soon as the people heard that y/n was coming back, they threw parades for a week! You are the whore that broke up the ‘perfect’ family. You used my mother and got her to hate my true love. You somehow got me to cheat on her with you. Never again. She will never experience that betrayal again” 

You were shocked. You thought the noise was from celebrating something else. Not you. And it was her? She was the woman that she cheated on you with?

You cracked the door slightly so that you could see them but they couldn’t see you. You had to hear this. You tried to leave but this was a lot of information. Knowing that she was the woman who made you go down a dark path made you even more anger reside in your heart. 

“Shrui, your mother-”

“IS DEAD!” she screamed “SHE IS DEAD ANATHI! HER RULES DO NOT MATTER ANYMORE! WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT I WANT, AND I WANT HER! I’M SORRY, BUT THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS GOING TO BE!”

She took a breath to calm down. Then she got really close to her, so close that they could kiss at that moment.

 “And if you think about doing anything to her, then you’ll have to deal with me, are we clear?”

She just stood there. Then, she suddenly had a devilish look on her face. 

“Fine, then i’ll come for you”

She  turned to the door and you ran as fast as you could. You could only get so far with a stack of papers. You tripped and all your papers went all across the floor. You tried to pick them up as quickly as you could but she caught up with me.

“Oh so you were snooping huh?”

One thing you know how to do is lie on the spot.

“I just fell. I’ve been trying to find Shuri all day” which wasn’t a full lie.You haven't seen her for the rest of the day..

“Mmm well, you won. For now”

“What are we, teenagers? What the hell are you talking about?”

She sucked her teeth and just went down the hallway. 

You couldn’t even deal with her and her antics today, you just got the papers and went to the room that they were in. You knocked on the door and put the papers on the floor. You turned to leave and tried to walk fast but Shuri caught up to you.

“Oh, so you're just gonna leave me my love?”

“No I just, I needed to drop some things off and I was gonna head to bed” The last part was a lie. You met some of your old friends and y’all are going out tonight. 

“Oh, well I was gonna go out into the town for a little bit, so i’ll see you tomorrow”

Shit shit shit. Now you have to be extra careful.

“Goodnight Shuri”

“No Sher?”

“You ruined it. Never calling you that again”

Shuri chuckled “Ah, well goodnight my love”

You turned around and quickly went to your room. 

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Shuri’s POV

I knew that she was lying to me.  She wasn’t going straight to bed. She doesn’t even leave the lab until midnight. She was going somewhere, but I couldn’t pry without being seen as obsessive. So, instead I’m just gonna go out and meet my friends. I missed them, and I haven’t seen them since I came back from America.

“Griot, lock the lab. And don’t unlock it until six in the morning” 

Yes my queen. Anything else?  Griot responded.

I hesitated. “Track y/n and keep me updated every hour where she is”

As you wish 

“Thank you” 

I left the lab and went to change clothes. I hurried out to my motorcycle and drove to the spot we were meeting at. 

“Ayee! Shuri!” I smiled to see one of my best friends.

“Man, it’s been a minute Daniel” 

“Yeah man. I see your queen now. Deep shit”

“Man, I ain't here to talk about that. Wait, where’s your girl?”

He put down his drink. “Man she called off the engagement”

I spat out my drink “What?!” I yelled louder than I intended.

“Damn, can you hush? And yeah, she just didn’t see it happenin’”

I pursed my lips.

“What?”

“Or did you do something…”

“Nah man, not this time. Honestly, I was having my second thoughts myself. But we did something that I ain’t used to. We talked. It was strange. Like I felt mature doin’ that” he said, sipping his drink in between.

“Mmm. Deep shit man”

“Yeah..but I heard your girl is here. How is that? And what about Anathi?”

I drunk some of my drink “Me and Anathi are over, but I’m worried she’ll try to get to y/n”

“If she knows anything about you, she knows that you will hurt her if she tries”

“That’s why she said she’s coming for me”

“Ooo, well that-”

“LOOK WHAT I CAN DO”

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No One’s POV

They both turn around to see y/n and her friends twerking on a table. Shuri knew you weren't going to bed. 

“Bruv is that her?”

Shuri groaned at the sight. She knew how much of a party animal you can be.

“I’ll be back”

Shuri gets up and tries to hurry to you. She can see someone coming towards you, and she needs to get there first. 

“OH SHIT!” one of her friends yelled. 

y/n turns around to see Shuri’s dark eyes looking at her. 

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Your POV

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. You sobered up as soon as you saw her.

“Just going to bed, huh?”

“Whatever Shuri. You're not my mom. Plus, we're not together” you snapped back.

Shuri took a deep breath. “Y/n…my love, you have five minutes to get over to my table ok? Five. Minutes”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere witchu”

“If you know what’s good for you then you will”

Shuri turned around and went back to wherever she was. 

“So…should we go?” Kaira asked.

Your brain kept on tossing. Who the hell does she think she is?

“Nah, nah let’s just go to another club”

“Girl how? She can see everyone and everything! She has panther powers now, remember? I ain’t tryna get hanged because of you”

“Kaira shut up!” You were thinking of a plan when someone grabbed your waist.

“Aye ma, you tryna dip wit me?” you turned around to see someone who was shorter than you. She had on a white crop top, gray sweatpants and a matching open-zipped hoodie, with white air-forces. Damn, she was fine as hell 

“Um…I don’t even know your name”

“RiRi. So you comin’ or what?”

You hesitated. “Nah i’m sorry. I gotta stay with my friends”

“That’s cool, I can take them too. How many you got?”

“Oh um…” you looked back to the mob of people behind you. 

“Oh shit”

“Yeah, thanks though” you turn around but hear a whistle

“AYO! I NEED YOU TO GRAB SOME PEOPLE!” RiRi yelled. 

A bunch of people came beside her. 

“Oh my-”

“Now I'll think we'll have enough now. You ready?”

You looked back at your mob of tables. Half were excited and the other half was mortified. 

“I don’t know your friends. And I don’t know you”

“Well this can show you who I am. And I promise all of your friends will get home safe”

“I- I don’t know…”

“Please? I would rather it be my crew than these other men”

“True…ok…ok fine, but I swear-”

“You can track each car and make sure they go to the right place. And i’ll call to make sure”

“No I will call to make sure”

“Whatever you say ma” 

You check around the club. You didn’t see Shuri anywhere. Good. She left  you. 

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Shuri’s POV

I saw her talking to RiRi. My guess was she was taking them all home. She’s always looking out for women, but I told her to come to me. Her friends would have been taken care of. The moment I saw her leave the more rage I felt. I didn’t know why I felt this rage. I never felt this before with her. I don’t understand why she makes me feel this way.

“Ayo, are you ok Shuri?”

“She disobeyed me”

“Is she your woman or your slave?”

I jerked my head to him “She is not my slave. I just-”

“Shuri, I come from love, but girl, you have some serious control issues. You tryna control her isn’t gonna work out well for you”

I sat back and looked at the ceiling. 

“You can do whatever you want, but get your issues done first, then win her back again”

I sighed. “I know. I just want her back”

“Yeah I know,” He said, side-eyeing me. I smacked his shoulder. 

“Leave me alone!...wait what do you mean by that”

 “How long has it been, hm?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Girl, stop playin’ with me. You know exactly what the I mean”

“I’ve had sex” I said while drinking my drink.

“No, I mean the sex you like. The wild, passionate sex. How long has it been?”

“Oh. Honestly I haven’t had sex like that in years. Anathi was really vanilla”

“Mm, listen, don’t kill me for talkin’ about your girl, but based on what I know, she's a freak. Like, she can do some things. Don’t fuck it up”

I smirked. He was right. Back then, she was always trying new things. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t really know her anymore. She changed. Like a lot. I don’t know what I can do to get her closer to me. She told me to break it off with Anathi, I did it. She said she needed more time, I’m giving her more time as well. I’m just stuck”

“You're just getting used to each other mate. I know it’s hard, but it'll fall into place. I promise”

“Yeah it's better. I’m ready to blow her back out”

“Oh wasting no time you freak”

I laughed. “I know you miss her. I've seen what she does to you” As he was drinking his drink he starts laughing. “Yo! Remember when y’all first started dating? I was so jealous of y’all back then!” 

“Oh my…how could I forget. You used to bully her so bad. She would always get mad but never do anything”

“Yeah, you wanna know why?”

I was drinking my drink so I nodded.

“I saw her power, her hold on you. I was scared that she would steal you away. I’ve always seen her power on you. Then, of course, I got to know her and at least back then she was sweet. All she talked about was you, which was annoying”

I turned to him. “Wait what?” I said surprised.

“Yeah, after we stopped bumping heads, we hung out a lot. She always turned the conversation back to you though. ‘I wonder what she’s doing right now’ ‘I wish she was here’ ‘Can we go get her something to eat?’” he said in his best girl voice. 

“You better leave my wife alone,” I said laughing.

He chuckled. “After that, I realized you had a hold on her just as she did on you”

I looked at him. I thought after all these years she was cheating on me with him. That’s why we didn’t talk for a minute. 

“Wait…so-”

“Yeah no, she wasn’t cheating on you with me”

I looked around puzzled. She never said anything when I confronted her. 

“Well, now I know what I need to do”

“And what is that?” Daniel asked.

“To get my wife back” 

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6-7 years ago

“TELL ME, HAVE YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME WITH HIM?” Shuri screamed at you. 

You said nothing. You were tired of everything that was going down. Her mom’s disapproval, the country constantly asking questions about the relationship, and now this. Her constant insecurity was being projected onto you. You would never cheat. Wasn’t in your heart. You love Shuri. Well, loved now. 

“Y/N I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME” 

You said nothing and just went to go pack your bags. You were done. 

“Shuri, I'm moving back to America. Don’t contact me again. Goodbye” You said diplomatically.

This was so difficult. You knew you weren’t a hore. You knew that she was just scared, but you had to choose you.

“MY BROTHER MAY BE DEAD AND YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE?”

That triggered you. “T’challa is dead. Wakanda is in shambles. There is nothing here for me anymore. Goodbye Shuri”

Tears were forming on your stone-cold face. 

“YOU SELFISH BITCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, BAST I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN”

You turned around to face her. “Shuri, I am sick.of.you. I am sick of your mind games, your bitchy mother, your hore that I know that you are with. I am sick of carrying this damn country on my back. I.am.done. Go to hell, and trip on glass on the way there”

You left with your bag and ran as fast as you could. You were just done with this whole thing. While you're running and crying, trying not to trip, when you see the queen in the corner of your eye. Her glare gave you the confirmation that you needed to leave. 

“Y/N! GET BACK HERE! WHAT DO YOU DO TO SHURI?”  

You couldn’t do it. You just ran to the nearest jet so you could go. Queen Ramonda was surprisingly fast and caught up to you. 

“What did you do? Why is my baby crying? Over you?”

“YOU WON DAMMIT! YOU WON! I AM DONE! THANK YOU FOR RUINING YOUR DAUGHTER!”

You turned around and went inside the small jet and collapsed on the plush leather sofa. You broke down after the realization hit that it was done. 

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The Next Day

You woke up in the room that Shuri assigned. You barely remember that night, all you remember is talking to this very attractive woman. 

Good morning y/n, you will be needed in the lab at noon. 

You jumped at the sudden voice. You still didn’t know what that was. Was it an AI? Her virtual assistant? Why did she need an assistant in person? Good morning y/n, you will be needed at the lab at noon.

It repeated itself. Do you need to respond?

“Ok” 

You wait in silence to see if it worked. After a few seconds, you sighed in relief. 

You got up and went to see how bad you looked from last night. You didn't expect to go that hard, but since your friends in Wakanda like to get wild, it’s only natural that you do the same. You look in the mirror to see a red-eyed, smudged makeup version of yourself. Still beautiful though. A beautiful mess. 

You groaned at the thought of going into work today. You were hungover, tired, and hungry. 

*creak*

You turned to see a woman staring at you. Anathi. You chased her until she tried to leave but the door was locked. You cornered her. 

“What the hell are you doing? What is wrong with you?”

“I was just seeing if it worked”

A sudden dread came upon you. “What worked?”

“The pills”

Your blood went cold. You knew someone did something. You only had a glass of wine. You can’t hold your liquor but one wine glass wouldn’t do you in like that. 

A sudden rage came upon you and you pounced on her, ripping her hair, kicking her, and dragging her to the bathroom. 

“YOU BITCH! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN WHEN SHURI FINDS OUT?”

Anathi was crying and begging you to stop in between sobs. 

“I AIN'T LETTING YOU GO WITHOUT WARNING! LEAVE ME ALONE! SHURI WAS WRONG DOING THAT TO YOU BUT DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON ME” You had her on the wall. You underestimated your strength. 

“DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?”

She nodded. “Good. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!”

She left quickly with bruises and black eyes. 

I can't believe she did that  you thought. 

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Shuri’s POV

“We need to be careful. Anathi is seeking out blood” one of the councilmen said.

“So what? She was supposed to marry Shuri and that fell through. She's just mad right now. Which is understandable” 

“The queen would have wanted her to-”

“What would I have wanted?” I asked as I walked in. 

They all turned to me looking with embarrassment.

“Well, I’m listening. Tell me what I would have wanted”

“Well, your Majesty, as you know your marriage deadline is getting closer. You need to pick someone and you need to do it sooner than later”

I turned to the councilman. “You are lucky not to be exiled, or worse killed. We didn’t forget when your tribe turned on us. And, as for my love life, it is going great. My love is back so, it should happen soon”

“Yes, but does she know that?”

I turned to the councilwoman. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, she thinks that she is here for an assistant job, correct? She doesn't know that she is getting an arranged marriage”

“She is not in an arranged marriage. She can leave whenever she wants”

“And that is the problem”

“How is that the problem?” I was starting to get aggravated by the council already. I don’t know why they think I was to take the mantle so soon.

“Won’t that cause conflict? You and I both know that she is unstable and a loose cannon right now. And knowing about what shes capable of..”

“I know what I am doing”

“Shuri-”

“Your Majesty”

She looked at me with disgust. “I will not call you that. You haven’t earned it”

That’s it. “Haven’t earned it? Tell me, how the fuck should I earn it then? Hm?”

“I- well-”

“Exactly. I have earned my right at this backwards mantle. I earned it when I lost my brother, my babba, and now, my mother. All in a short period of time. I earned it when I had to save Wakanda from Namor. I earned it when I have lost everything, but have gained nothing but hardship and pain”

It was so silent you could hear the water swirling in the background.

“Let me make myself clear: I do not work for you. You are my advisor. It is ultimately my decision and my decision is that this law is bullshit”

“Shuri! Language” one of the council members said.

“Shut up. This law is not going to help me, just hinder, and since I am now queen I am banishing that law. I am done trying to meet this backward council’s expectations. I live by my own law now. I don’t need a board to tell me what to do, I can make my own decisions. I am the queen, and you will treat me as such. Meeting adjourned” I got up and walked up. I was so mad. Mad at these backward traditions, mad at Anathi for just being her, mad at y/n for always going against my wishes. How can you be my wife when she doesn’t ever listen? Was I putting too much pressure on you?

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“Ayo! Shuri!” 

I looked around my lab to see where the voice was coming from. It sounded like RiRi. 

“RiRi! Wassup?”

“We need to work on that”

I chuckled. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you would be in New York with Stark Industries”

“Yeah well, I needed a break. And what that means is I need to create again”

“Happy to have you. Wakanda is getting boring lately”

“Why don’t you visit your nephew? Isn’t his birthday in a few weeks”

“Yeah, he wants to come here. I can’t wait for him to meet y/n”

“Ohh so that’s the temptress’s name?”

“Oh RiRi stop, and she needs to meet my only family left”

“Eh, isn’t it a little too soon?”

“RiRi, she is already my wife in my head. It makes everything in me not to call her wifey”

RiRi laughed. “Damn man, you are whipped!”

“I guess, but i’ll happily be whipped if that means I get to be with her”

“Wow man, that’s beautiful. She is better than Anathi. Can’t stand that bitch”

“Hey. You know I don’t like that word”

“Fine. I can’t stand that hore”

“You crazy man,” I said, slightly pushing her.

“Yeah well, no one liked her ass”

“Yeah well, at the time, she was really nice. She was there when y/n wasn’t. At the time, I thought that she abandoned me. Now,the pieces are adding up” “Mm. The pieces are piecing huh?”

“Mhm. Now I just need to make it right”

“Well good luck to you girl. I really hope yall make it. She seems mad cool”

“Thanks man” We did our handshake and she got to her ‘vacation’. 

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Your POV

You went into the lab dreading what she was going to do. You knew she would say something. It’s in her nature. 

Good afternoon y/n. Welcome. 

That damn Ai was pissing you off. Now you definitely couldn’t sneak to the back now.

“Hey..um..”

“y/n”

“You ok? You look um..”

“Half-dead? Yeah I know” You walked to your desk trying not to make eye contact with Shuri. You just didn’t feel like hearing her mouth.

“I know you see me y/n. Don’t ignore people, it’s rude”

“Maybe I wanna be rude” I said, rolling my eyes. Here we go.

“Mm. Well get to the hall, they are going to take you to the tailors”

“Why? What dress do you need?”

“I don’t need a dress. I mostly wear suits. It’s for you”

“Why do I need a dress?”

“Just go. I don’t need your mouth today”

“I don’t need yours” you snapped back.

“y/n m/n l/n, please don’t start with me. I won’t be able to compose myself. Go. Now”

Damn she said your whole name. It must be serious. 

“Oh damn” The attractive woman mumbled.

You went annoyed and mad. Why does she always have to be such a bitch sometimes? 

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“Miss, we need to measure you”

You were spacing in and out. From your killer headache, lack of food, and a huge hangover, you were ready to fight with anyone that came your way. 

“Hm?”

“We need to measure you ma'am”

“Oh. Ok” 

You got up and they led you to a step to get on. 

“Thank you miss. Please be patient”

“I already am” 

She turned away slightly hurt. 

“What’s wrong with her?” said one of the workers. 

“I don’t know. This isn’t like her”

“I went to the club last night. She was torn up” she whispered terribly. 

You just sighed. You really needed a nap. Or some headache medicine. Or a vacation.

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RiRi’s POV

“I am so done with her” Shuri said, pacing the room. “Shuri-” “No! She is always doing something!”  I just sighed. Shuri is so distraught over this girl. She’s just like every other one. They're all the same.  “Shuri females are complicated. They always playin’ mind games on you” “Just like you did with Sherika” “Wow. Low blow” Shuri sighed. “I’m sorry my friend. She brings the worst just as the best” “I see” Shuri laid her head in my lap. “What do I do?” “Have you talked to Daniel?” “Yeah, he said it'll align. I don’t see any alignment” I chuckled. “You know he's secretly a hopeless romantic” Shuri laughed. “Yeah, he is”  “Our relationship wasn’t this bad” “Shuri, that wasn’t a relationship. We both know that we just used each other to heal. Were better off friends” “Yeah, I know. I just- I really don’t want to mess this shit up, man” “I know. She looks…kinda worth it” “Completely worth it”  “Mm. Well, I think you should send her somewhere relaxing. She seems so tired” “She has been working here a lot. She’s usually up until three knowing she starts at nine” “Mm. You see that? She was just doing something that she wished she could do” “What?” “Relax. Have fun. It’s just been work. And, based on your words, sounds like it’s more like a call for help” “That’s a big ass call” I laughed. “Yeah, well, take care of that. I’ll be here working on a rocket” “Ok”. She got up and went to the tailor room. Always fixing her problems, but never mine. Like why Sherika hasn’t called me since the breakup. And why whenever I see y/n I feel butterflies.

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Shuri’s POV

After talking to RiRi, I realize what’s been the problem. You just want a break. With the constant schedule and inconsistent sleep, and my controlling nature isn’t helping either. I need to see you so I can apologize. 

“Your Majesty-”

“Move I need to see her”

“Your Majesty you told me to not let you in”

“Take the dress off then. It’s urgent”

“She'll be naked”

I hesitated a bit. I haven’t seen her naked in years. 

“Does she have a robe?”

“Yes” 

“Then she can use that. I need to see her”

And with that, she left with haste in her step. I waited kind of nervous. 

“Shuri, what the hell do you want?” 

“Love, please forgive me. I have been putting you in a cage ever since you got here. All you do is work and I’ve just been letting you. I’m sorry, please let me make it up to you”

There was pure shock on her face. Then suddenly tears were forming in her eyes. I guess she didn’t even realize either.

She embraced me. She held onto me like a daughter with her mom. 

“I-”

“Shhh. It’s ok. I know. I know my love”

She started crying. I teared up myself. 

“Please forgive me too”

“Already have my love”

We were just in each other's company. Your pretty perfume on her neck, your scent from her hair trying to hide the smoke smell from her silk press.

“Um, can we finish your majesty?” I turned. “We can finish tomorrow. Come my love”

She looked at me confused. “Shuri, where are we going?”

“You'll see. We both need it”

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I led her to a recently dug up place. I needed you to know why I've been acting this way. 

“Shuri, where the hell are we?” “Look down”

You looked down and her eyes widened.

“Shuri…”

“This is the reason why I haven’t been acting great. It’s her death anniversary” I almost broke down saying that.  

“Shuri…”

“Y-yes my love” I couldn’t hold my tears. 

You held me. “When did she pass?” “Two years ago”

You tilted my head to your eyes.

“…is this why you've been acting differently lately?”

I looked at you, tears flowing from my face. I nodded. “It still doesn’t feel real. I feel like she'll come back, like she's just on vacation. Reality hits me often and I go into spirals. Seeing you at the dinner reminded me of what used to be. I know she treated you poorly, but she just loved me. She liked you more than you thought though” 

You just rubbed my temple. “I just feel so lonely here. Visiting Haiti helps, but I-I feel trapped y/n” my breathing was getting worse as I spoke. 

“My heart, please breathe” My heart. Those words felt like sweet music in my ears. I tried to regulate my breathing for you.

“Shuri, I am so sorry. I feel so fucking stupid. You lost your father, brother, and now your mother. You've been doing this alone. For years. I can’t change what happened with us in the past, but let me just say, I am so so sorry. I can’t change the past but let me change the future. Our future. Will you forgive me my heart?” you said, kissing my forehead. 

My heart was soaring. I felt like a little kid in a candy shop. I looked up to you, eyes puffy from crying. 

“....”

you wiped my face with her soft hands. “Is that a yes?”

“My love of course. I am just grateful it is not too late for us.” and with those words, you pressed her lips on mine. I felt like I was in a fairytale, the girl of my dreams finally sees me, hears me, loves me. Wait, does she love me?

A sudden panic went through my body. “Shuri, are you okay?”

“Do you love me?”

Your face blanked. “Huh?”

“Do you love me?”

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Your POV

Do you love her? The question that can make or break this moment. This second chance. You know your heart is saying yes, but your head is freaking out. You're panicking and she can see it. 

“My love, it’s ok if you-”

“I love you! I do! It never stopped. I-i’m just scared Shuri. I-I haven't felt this in a long time and I just don't want this to be-”

She shushed you with her finger. “That’s all I needed to hear”

She kissed me. Hard. Passionately. Like this was building up over the years. We kept kissing until we couldn’t. 

She suddenly stopped kissing me. “Come, let’s go to your room”

My eyes widened. “Shuri…i’m not ready”

She cupped my cheek. “That’s ok…I just want to be in your presence”

You kissed her cheek and she laughed. “Let’s go”

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The Next Day

I walked out of your room the next morning happy and at peace. I was so giddy that I didn’t see Anathi walking in my direction. 

“Shuri!”

I groaned. “What the hell do you want? Didn’t I declare you stay 1000 ft from me?”

“This is important, Shuri!”

“Go away Anathi!” “Y/n killed T’challa!”

I looked at her. Then I started laughing. “You cannot be serious. Y/n loved T’challa she would never”

“I got proof” That sentence made my blood run cold.

I didn’t want to believe it. “Show me”.

She led me to the entryway to the lab. “It’s in the hard drive”

“I looked for it until I found camera footage called “things I regret”. I clicked it and it showed your face.

I watched as the tape started.

“If your watching this…then it must mean that it’s my time to confess”

It was choppy and very hard to understand. It was also cutting to different times. I could tell that it was fake. 

“Anahthi you are-” she suddenly blew a smoke in my face. 

“Anathi…what…”

“Don’t worry, we will be together soon enough”

I fell down onto the floor seeing Anathi and another woman.

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Your POV

You woke to the bright sun, gleaming in the window. 

It’s going to be a great day. You thought, getting out of bed cheery and glowing. Last night was pure heaven,you talked for hours and watched movies, then she took you out on the terrace and kissed your body against the wall. She was making it extra hard to say no, and she knew the limit. Eventually, you and your lover fell tired, and you guys made it onto the bed, cuddling. You smiled at the thought of her touching you like she did last night. 

Y/n you will not be needed in the office today, the Black Panther has you in spa mode.

You chuckled. Shuri always being Shuri. Years ago, she always took care of you, washing all of your clothes, cleaning your bungalow at the time, setting up random but thoughtful dates, she always treated you like the princess you were. And of course you returned everything back. 

“Thank you griot”

Your welcome Y/n.

You brushed your teeth smiling and singing your favorite songs. Unaware of the sudden hell that was before you.

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You and Shuri were in your favorite cave, listening to the water and its calmness. You couldn’t help but notice that something was off. There were no pet names, no sneak kisses, nothing. It’s like last night never happened to her.

“So y/n, since we're finally getting closer, I have a question for you”

“Ok”

“Where were you when T’challa died?”

“Um..I don’t know…Shuri what-”

“Are you sure you don’t know where you were?”

“No…I don't even know what date he died…”

 She threw a rock into the water and got up from the ground. “You were here. Waiting for him to arrive, then you gave him your poison and killed him”

“Shuri, where the hell is this coming from?! You know I would never do that to him! I wasn’t even in contact with Nakia back then!”

“LIAR!”

“I AM NOT LYING!”

“THERE IS PROOF Y/N!”

“WHAT FUCKING PROOF? AND FROM WHO?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“Yes it does, who is it from?”

She paced around. “Anathi”

“Oh, so let me get this straight, you drag me along, telling me about how much you love me, how much you regret being with her and how much you miss me and want to be with me, only for you to SIDE WITH HER AT THE END?”

She looked at me with no emotion. 

“Wow…ok…if you go through with this…and I die….then you will regret it for the rest of your life”

“I’m willing to make that sacrifice”

You looked at her in shock and hurt. You knew to not let her in again, you knew something like the last time will happen.

“Ok, do what you have to do” you put your hands out, waiting for them to be cuffed. ______________________________________________________________

Riri’s POV

“YOU BITCH” “YEAH, WELL, I’LL BE THE FUTURE QUEEN SOON, SO BE CAREFUL HOW YOU TALK TO ME” “I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! SHE HASN’T DONE ANYTHING!” “YES SHE HAS! SHE HAS RUINED MY CHANCES OF ANY HAPPINESS! ANY CHANCE OF GETTING SHURI BACK! WELL, IT'S HER TURN TO FEEL WHAT I'VE BEEN FEELING FOR THE LAST FEW WEEKS!”  Anathi stormed out of the lab. I grabbed her and smacked her in the face. “YOU DON'T GET TO WALK AWAY FROM ME BITCH” I pushed her against the wall and started punching her. I couldn’t even get enough licks in when Shuri ran in.  “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” “SHURI THIS BITCH JUST ATTACKED ME!” “AND I DID! YOU HOMEWRECKING HORE!” “ENOUGH! ANATHI GO TO MY ROOM!” I realized she believed her. “Shuri…what…what are you doing? Where is y/n?” “She's in jail. Where that lowlife belongs. I’ve given her too many chances. She deserves to rot” “Shuri, she doesn’t deserve this! She hasn’t done anything! She would never poison your brother! She adored him, remember?” “I have proof. It’s done. She will be executed tomorrow” “No…Shuri…Shuri think for a second. I know Anathi is behind this. Please Shuri, just calm down and-” “I am calm. Very calm. I’ll be at peace knowing that my brother will get justice” “No. I won’t allow it” “You’ll be next then” then she turned around and left. I know that it's fake. I saw the facial structure of   y/n. She doesn’t even match.  I can’t let her kill the only good thing she has left.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Oh, What's This? MORE Random Fanfic Quotes!

“Wow, kid, did you lose your respect for your elders in that villain fight? You know, if we hurry, we might be able to find it and surgically reattach it.”

*

The greenet nodded again, his inner fanboy screeching that All Might remembered his words, but that was a very small, distant screech as if covered by several futon.

*

Sir Nighteye looked at the hand, smirked slightly, and adjusted his glasses. “That would be spoilers , All Might.”

The elevator dinged to their destination, and Sir Nighteye bellowed at his employees - both pro heroes, the blond intern, and his support staff - as he approached.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK, ALL MIGHT IS THROWING BOWLS OF SOBA AT PEOPLE!”

“I AM HERE, WITH A LATE LUNCH!”

Shrill screaming filled the room.

*

Like any person who has just realised that the sign they passed by had said ‘minefield’, the erasure hero started to feel out his options as he tentatively answered, “… yes…?”

*

“You remember how I said that… it .. is a type of stockpiling quirk?”

“Yes, you said it was like a well full of water…”

“Excellent! Following that analogy, what do you think would happen if you were to pour all that water into a bucket, all at once?”

“It would… oh, and I’m the bucket?”

“You’re the bucket,” All Might confirmed.

There was a pregnant pause on the line as Izuku imagined trying to contain all of All Might’s strength with just his body, his eyes drifting to the ‘food liquidizer’ that sat on his mother’s kitchen bench.

Finally, he answered: “I’m going to need a bigger bucket.”

*

“After all, if I couldn’t trust each and every one of them with the secret of One For All, how could I possibly trust them with children ?”

*

Walking out of the lecture halls adjacent to the school block and orienting himself towards the cafeteria, Izuku swore that his ears still rang with echoes of Snipe’s rapid-fire guns and gun safety brief (which frequently flew into what was eventually a half hour version of gun history with almost literal bullet points as Snipe used examples of ammunition to demonstrate the timeline). His eyes felt strained at the dozens of guns and other props, like bullets and magazines that Snipe had given him for demonstration purposes.

By the end of the gun infodump, Izuku had one thought remaining:

So that’s what that feels like.

*

Mt. Lady:

Honestly I’m just afraid that if I tried to pick up and throw Mirko she’d kick me over the moon, giant or not.

Analyst Kid:

That’s fair.

*

“So, uh, All Might, how do you activate your quirk? Or is there a switch somewhere…?” Izuku asked, one of the questions that had always made him wonder.

The teachers all seemed to be interested too, because they all leaned in a little closer as Izuku asked his question..

“Well…” All Might’s cheeks flushed a little red and the man positively radiated embarrassment as he stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I, uh… I clench my buttcheeks and yell ‘smash’.”

Nezu’s eyes bulged in their sockets as tea came out of his nostrils in twin sprays before he turned into a mess of sputtering and fur, his paws rapidly scraping the liquid from his waistcoat. 

Eraserhead, meanwhile, was staring skywards and trembling like he was struggling to not die from a heart attack caused by second-hand embarrassment. Or he was trying not to burst out laughing at the number one pro and the person that was signing his paychecks. 

Recovery Girl simply fell over and began to cackle.

“I know, okay!? It works, so I never tried anything else!” Yagi let out an aggrieved groan as he heard Midoriya stuff his fist into his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Nezu blew while holding his paw down over a nostril, flushing out the last of the tea. “Midoriya-kun, I think you should go for another run.”

*

A feeling of ravenous hunger hit Izuku like he owed it money. 

*

Sero changed their nickname to Scotch.

BlueFast : Sero-kun! Alcohol references are inappropriate!

Scotch : It’s a brand of tape, Iida.

BlueFast : … Ah. Of course. My mistake.

[PM Kaminari — Sero]

Kaminari : It’s totally a booze ref isn’t it?

Sero : Duh. He doesn’t need to know that.

*

CutiET : I sleep like a fucking baby, thankyouverymuch.

Kermitdóttir : Getting up every couple hours demanding food must exhaust your parents, ribbit.

*

BlueFast : I will maintain my dedication to my principles!

ModestMouse : Fuck yeah, Iida-kun! You stick to those guns!

BlueFast : … Et tu, Uraraka-kun?

ModestMouse : Iida-kun, my parents own a construction company.

BlueFast : Objection grudgingly withdrawn.

*

ZappySus : Look, as far as I’m concerned my parents have never done any of that stuff and I was left by the stork.

*

ModestMouse: I’m not gonna unpack that right now. I’m just gonna start mixing up rice flour and be glad I was gonna make mochi today anyway.

CutiET: Oh? What’s the occasion?

ModestMouse: The occasion is that we got frigging attempted murdered yesterday and mochi makes me happy.

*

CutiET: Maintaining a regular schedule is crucial to achieving our goals?

BlueFast: Maintaining a regular sched…

BlueFast: Yes. That. Exactly. With no irony.

*

SmallMight : Good fucking luck.

CutiET : WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT WORD!?

*

ZappySus : But you gotta admit it makes things more exciting!

ZappySus : Like an epic battle! But without the likelihood of death!

*

AuxcuseYou: And anyway, Iida, bands name themselves stupid shit all the time. My folks’ band was called Deep Dope for crying out loud.

AuxcuseYou: What does that even mean? Do you know? I don’t. Neither do they, I’ll bet.

*

Invisibitch: How about Shoji though? Bur-ly! 

CutiET: Heck yeah! Gettin’ those huggin’ muscles to level up!

BestHugs: I feel like I have more to offer the world than just hugs.

Invisibitch: Of course you do!

BestHugs: Thank you, Hagakure.

Invisibitch: I’ll bet your piggyback game is on point too!

BestHugs: Oh for crying out loud.

*

CutiET: Mistakes were made.

BlueFast: How do you mean, Ashido-kun?

CutiET: Can’t sleep. Transitive property will get me.

Invisibitch: Mina-chaaaan! It’s Saturday! It’s too early for this!

CutiET: Can’t sleep. Transitive property will get me.

*

Invisibitch: Life’s too short to just sit back and look at what you want!

Invisibitch: Reach out and grab it like you’re a baby koala!

HornBuddy: That’s a super manly way of looking at things, Hagakure!

Invisibitch: Thanks! 

Invisibitch: I think! 

Invisibitch: Though I am, in fact, a woman!

HornBuddy: Manliness has nothing to do with gender! It means living with no regrets!

Invisibitch: That definition of manliness seems dubious, but I like your enthusiasm!

HornBuddy: Good enough for me!

*

ZappySus: Hey, Kirishima, why’re you up on the roof?

Kermitdóttir: What?

ZappySus: He’s up on the roof.

Kermitdóttir: Strange, ribbit.

ZappySus: What the fuck! 

Kermitdóttir: What happened!?

Kermitdóttir: Kaminari-chan?

ZappySus: That gave me a FUCKING heart attack!

Kermitdóttir: WHAT?

ZappySus: He fucking jumped off the roof!

ZappySus: I was freaking out!

ZappySus: Was like “No! Bro! It’s not worth it!”

*

Floofbringer uploaded DeerWithSkunkArtillery.MP4

AveImperator: Holy hell, Koda, how much of this stuff do you have?

Floofbringer: Um, I probably wouldn’t have to stop for a few weeks.

Floofbringer uploaded RaccoonPaperTubeSamurai.GIF

Floofbringer: Or months.

AveImperator: Wow.

Invisibitch: I told you.

Invisibitch: He hasn’t sent me the same thing twice.

Floofbringer uploaded StopTouchingIAmTheNight.PNG

Floofbringer: Years wouldn’t be out of the question, honestly…

*

ZappySus: Is it too late to call in dead?

CutiET: Yes. 

CutiET: Because if you don’t bring me that latte I said I’d pay you for, I will hunt you down.

ZappySus: Noted.

CutiET: The last thing you will see will be glowing yellow eyes. 

ZappySus: Right. 

ZappySus: Got it. 

ZappySus: No need to continue.

CutiET: The last thing you hear, the sound of sizzling.

ZappySus: Help.

*

AuxcuseYou: I’ve got a portable music player with some good speakers as long as that genny will hold out okay, Uraraka?

ModestMouse: I’ll plug it in tonight so it’s all charged up. It should be good for at least three or four hours.

ZappySus: Ahem.

ZappySus: Excuse me, but we have again forgotten that I exist.

ZappySus: It’ll last until the end of time.

*

CutiET: I feel like you’ve got a cheese problem, Aoyama.

Scintillement: I can quit any time I like!

*

SmallMight : I love quirks. They’re the best things ever.

SmallMight : But still. “Nature” gave us nonsense like bodies made out of cement, or the ability to make physics our bitch, or combustion engines built into our bodies.

*

Kermitdóttir : Two days.

Kermitdóttir : I leave port for two days and Hosu burns down.

Kermitdóttir : What the hell, ribbit?

Scotch : Clearly you are the primary deterrent for the League of Villains.

Scotch : You can never leave again.

Kermitdóttir : Well, I mean, I GUESS.

*

“You, uh…You gonna look at us any time soon?” Gus asked later, smirking.

Hunter continued to stare at the ceiling. The tips of his ears were still pink.

“Nope,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, the uh- the ceiling’s so neglected, you know? I should pay more attention to it.”

*

“He fell down an empty well,” Emira explained with a wince.

“Not empty,” Edric said cheerfully. “There were rocks at the bottom!”

-

Oh my god

[kamilah-is-queen]

Strip Pool (Billiards)

Author’s note: I literally downloaded a pool game on my phone and was like ‘huh, Kamilah and Amy strip pool? Yes please.’ So I hope you guys enjoy.

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warnings: Sexual themes, and two very sexy vampire ladies ;)

Tags: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy

Kamilah stepped out of the elevator and gracefully made her way to the door to her penthouse, a bottle of Chateau Margaux 1982 in hand as she unlocked the door, keys jangling.

She folded her blazer on the back of the leather armchair and swiftly grabbed two wine glasses from the cupboard as she called out to Amy, ‘Habibti, I’m home!’

‘Ahla wa salan (Hello) , Mrs Sayeed’ replied Amy, who leant against the doorframe with a suspiciously sly look on her face.

Kamilah grinned at the response, handing Amy a glass of wine as she placed a warm, soft kiss against her cheek.

‘Lughatak alaraby jayida jiddan’ (Your Arabic is very good) the elder vampire replied, a faint smirk curling on her lips as Amy blushed behind the wine.

‘Quit sweet talking me in Arabic, you know that’s my weakness.’ Amy feigned a sad puppy pout, trying her hardest not to breakout of character as Kamilah started laughing.

‘That’s the point’ she replied with a cheeky wink.

‘Anyways you charmer, I have a surprise for you.’ Amy said, taking Kamilah’s hand and guiding her into the grand cinema room of theirs.

Kamilah took a sip of her wine, intertwining her fingers with Amy’s ‘pray tell, what is this surprise.’

Before she got a response, Kamilah’s eyes fell upon the sleek, modern shaped pool table in the center of the room.

‘I’ve… been wanting to play a certain game with you for a while now…’

Amy set down her wine glass on the edge of the table, her hand finding the back of Kamilah’s neck and pulling her in for a firm, passionate kiss.

Perhaps it was the wine that gave her confidence, but Amy refused to let Kamilah have control. She pushed the elder vampire down onto the nearest sofa, her heart picking up as Kamilah smirked and got comfy.

‘And what is the name of that game, Amy Sayeed?’

Before Amy replied, she turned her back to her wife and nestled onto Kamilah’s lap, hard, relishing in the quiet groan that left Kamilah’s lips. She began to grind, ever so slowly, with the intention to leave Kamilah needy and begging.

Kamilah’s hands found Amy’s waist, gently but firmly guiding Amy faster, but Amy wasn’t having it. She took Kamilah’s hands off, and slowly peeled herself off of her wife, deliberately poking her ass out.

‘Strip poker.’

Kamilah’s eyebrows raised, and a sly grin soon followed as her eyes raked over Amy. ‘Are you sure you can handle-‘

‘But there’s a twist.’ Amy turned to face her wife once more, biting her lip, ‘if you touch me at any point throughout the game, the game’s over.’

Kamilah stood, secretly relishing how commanding Amy was as she took a swig of the wine in her glass.

‘You’re on.’

‘May the best Sayeed win, my love.’ Amy winked, pulling up her shorts just a bit higher, deliberately swaying her hips seductively as she grabbed two cues.

Kamilah already felt hot under her collar as she began setting up the balls on the table. She was in for a rough ride, she thought.

She rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt till her elbows, and popped open a button beneath her collar, Amy staring at her chiseled collarbone and neck like she was in heaven.

But, Amy refused to give Kamilah that satisfaction. She placed a cue next to Kamilah, then strode over to the other side of the table to begin play.

As she broke the triangular formation of balls, she pocketed a solid in the far corner. Kamilah chuckled under her breath, removing her gold necklace and placing aside, carefully.

Amy narrowed her eyes slightly, but smiled sweetly as she pocketed another in the opposite corner. ‘Don’t think you can get off so easily, Kamilah. I play a mean game.’

‘We’ll see about that.’ Kamilah curtly responded, removing her rose gold watch from her left wrist, grinning at Amy’s irritated face.

As Amy lined up her next shot, Kamilah stood over the ball she was hoping to pocket, stroking her neck and collarbone seductively, enticing Amy’s gaze away from the game.

Amy’s eyes left the ball the second she hit it, cursing herself when she missed. Kamilah quietly leant over and pocketed her first ball, an amused look setting across her face.

‘Well well well, would you look at that…’

Amy just smirked, chucking her booty shorts at Kamilah’s face, revealing the blood red lingerie she was wearing underneath. ‘Try and focus now, love.’

Kamilah’s eyes flashed red as she eyed the lingerie, the colour being her favorite. Like Amy, she attempted to focus on her next ball, but huffed as it rebounded off the corner.

Amy got the next ball in, eyeing Kamilah intently as she removed her crisp white shirt. Beneath, she was wearing a lacy purple bra, that accentuated every tan muscle on her torso and arms.

As expected, Amy missed next, distracted by Kamilah’s cleavage. Kamilah got her revenge though, pocketing the next two balls.

‘Shit…’ Amy mumbled, lifting off her oversized hoodie as she felt Kamilah’s intent gaze on her. Next, she took off her socks and pondered what ball she would hit next.

As Kamilah took a long sip of her wine, Amy took the chance to bend over in front of Kamilah, delighted at the little choke Kamilah gave behind the glass.

Amy leant back, her red underwear riding up a little as she barely grazed Kamilah’s leg. Kamilah shuddered as she felt the heat pulsing from Amy’s core as it took every ounce of self control not to spread Amy across the table.

‘Hm… do you mind?’ Amy looked back, pressing her rear into Kamilah more, grinning as Kamilah’s grip on the wine glass tightened.

‘Be my guest.’ Kamilah took a half-step back, biting her lip hard as Amy leant across the table, pushed another ball into the corner.

‘Now whose turn is it?’ Amy winked as Kamilah undid her maroon trousers, kicking them aside as she relished in the cool air against her bare skin.

It was Amy’s turn then to sip her wine as she watched Kamilah gracefully pocket the rest of the striped balls, playing with the ease and elegance of a master with it’s craft.

‘Good game.’ Amy said, Kamilah reaching over and tugging Amy flush by the hips, her eyes flashing red once more.

‘Now then… what’s my reward?’

Amy pretended to think, playfully pulling at the strings of Kamilah’s bra. ‘How about… me… however you want, for however long you want…’

Kamilah smirked as the two tangled their lips in a passionate kiss, fighting for dominance as they found their way to the bedroom.

‘Thankfully, that’s just what I want.’

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So, based on the post @nientedenada made on Altmer names, I've devised the names for my Hero of Kvatch's family, all the way down the line to my Last Dragonborn, Leara.

Avarenya, my HoK; Oromis, my Sheogorath; and their two brothers, Amroth and Rumil, belong to a noble house in the city of Cloudrest. Their father and his brother:

Elmoriar, their father, is the younger of two sons of the Lord of House Stardust. His uncle, Elglorion, maintained a manor house in the city of Skingrad, which he left to Elmoriar in the event of his death. Elmoriar gifted the house to Oromis in 3E 401. Resents his elder brother as he does not believe Celengon takes being heir seriously.

Celengon, Elmoriar's older brother, is the heir to House Stardust, but he is a staunch bachelor. Oromis was originally groomed to be Celengon's heir before Oromis left to join the Arcane University. Celengon becomes Lord Varlarata in 3E 434 and is later succeeded by his nephew, Amroth, in 4E 98.

Their paternal grandparents, Lord and Lady Varlarata:

Elcaranon was the Lord of House Stardust from c. 3E 100 to 3E 434, at which point he was succeeded by his older son, Celengon. Elglorion was his younger brother. He was a strict and practical person both at home and in court.

Lothmiriel was Lady Stardust from c. 3E 100 to until her death in 3E 407. She was not fond of her daughter-in-law, Morwen, but doted on her grandchildren, particularly Avarenya, who was the only girl.

Their mother's side of the family:

Morwen, their mother, is an only child. She is very ambitious and seeks to elevate her station through her children. After the death of Lady Varlarata, she acts as hostess for her father-in-law.

Arkano, Morwen's father was a commander in the Welkynars in Cloudrest. He came from a long line of Welkynars, but is the first to achieve commander since the early Second Era. His grandson, Rumil, serves under him during the first part of his career.

Filiglan, Morwen's mother, was a sister to a respected vintner. Hér pedigree was clean, if lower than typically acceptable. She encouraged Oromis to follow his dream of joining the Arcane University.

The above are the two lines joined in Oromis, Amroth, Avarenya, and Rumil. Therefore, their name is:

'len Morwen Arkano Filiglan 'ata Elmoriar Elcaranon Lothmiriel cal' Varlarata

Avarenya ran away from Summerset in 3E 426. She was subsequently disowned. She then spent the next seven years bumming out in her brother Oromis's house during which time she tried to compete in the Arena and then joined the Fighters Guild. Then everything changed when the Mythic Dawn attacked.

In 3E 433, Avarenya became the Hero of Kvatch. At some point later in the Oblivion Crisis, she and Martin Septim slept together. They were IN LOVE! Not long after that, Martin destroyed the Amulet of Kings, mantled Akatosh, and defeated Mehrunes Dagon. He then turned into stone, leaving Avarenya knocked up and alone.

Subsequently, Avarenya hid out in Oromis's house. She didn't tell anyone she was having Martin's baby — few people knew she was even pregnant. Avsrenya and Martin's son, Magnus, was born in Evening Star, 3E 434/4E 1.

Concurrently:

Oromis, a member of the Arcane University's Council of Mages, has gone to investigate a mysterious door in Niben Bay. About the time his sister kills Mankar Camoran, Oromis mantles Sheogorath.

Amroth, after Oromis has renounced his rights to the house lordship, is Celengon's heir. With his grandfather Elcaranon's death, Amroth is heir presumptive to the Varlarata title. In the decades leading up to the Oblivion Crisis, Amroth fell in with a fringe group, which would later become the ruling body of Summerset.

Rumil is an active Welkynar. He got serious flytime during the Oblivion Crisis. Rumil is the only one having a good time right now.

Avarenya raises her and Martin's son, Magnus, in Skingrad. Despite being disowned by her parents, it is very important to Avarenya to give Magnus an Altmer name. Unfortunately, she never knew Martin's mother's name (neither did Martin), so she inserted a generic "Unknown Mother" type deal into Magnus's name.

Magnus 'len Avarenya Elmoriar Morwen 'ata Martin Uriel Lenvvahta cal' Septim | Racuvarla

While Magnus is technically a Septim, Avarenya gives him a different last name, one which she adopted for herself after being disowned. She belonged to House Stardust, but now her rights to the Varlarata name have been revoked. In response, Avarenya becomes a Fallen Star:

Varlarata = Stardust; Racuvarla = Fallen Star

Oromis, now Sheogorath, bestows a pair of magic rings to his sister which alter outward appearance. Daedric in origin, the rings are made of madness ore and fire, and confuse any Aetheric based magic that may try to undo the enchantment. While the ring does nothing to Avarenya, it changes Magnus's appearance to make him appear fully Altmer rather than Half-elven.

Avarenya is killed in c. 4E 11. Magnus is afterward a ward of Janus Hassildor. At 23, Magnus leaves Skingrad for High Rock, as the political situations in Summerset and Cyrodiil are increasingly tumultuous. He eventually settles in Wayrest.

Magnus appears Altmer, save for his blue eyes, which he got from his father. To cover these, he wears one of the rings Sheo!Oromis gave Avarenya. He meets Linley, a Priestess of Mara, in 4E 80. It is a long time before he tells her his full name. They marry in 4E 85. When they have the twins in 4E 87, they make the conscious decision to change his (famous) parents' names when naming Marelen and Avrose.

'len Linley Ardil Alpenwe 'ata Magnus Atavahta Avarin cal' Racuvarla

In omitting Martin's name and altering Avarenya's, the twins' connection is much less obvious to anyone taking a cursory glance.

Marelen, the older twin, is magically gifted and enjoys trolling the Thalmor agents that nose around High Rock. She marries a Breton blacksmith named Thoronis Ormand (his father Antoine named Thoronis after the Direnni he worked for) in 4E 133. Their daughter, Maragathe, is born in 4E 137. She is killed in 4E 148 by order of Lord Varlarata, aka Amroth, who is unaware he's taken out a hit on his niece.

Avrose, the younger twin, is less headstrong and actionary than her sister. She marries an Altmer teacher in Wayrest, Vorondon, in 4E 119, and they have a son, Erbane, born in 4E 132. She takes in her niece after the deaths of her sister and brother-in-law in 4E 146 and 4E 148.

Magnus dies in 4E 142 while his grandchildren are still young.

Marelen does not give Maragathe an Altmer name. She and Thoronis are more inclined toward Breton culture. Marelen names her daughter Maragathe Elanor Ormand, leaving only a nod to her High Elven heritage in the form of Maragathe's middle name. In contrast, Avrose does give Erbane an Altmer name.

Erbane 'len Avrose Magnus Linley 'ata Vorondon Hendunar Anorien cal' Bostor

in 4E 148, Maragathe goes to live with her aunt and uncle. Avrose's husband, Vorondon, discovering Maragathe to be a prodigy, trains her in magic. Maragathe's lone handicap is her low magicka regeneration rate, due to her being born under the Atronach. Avrose gifts her with a moonstone diamond ring that boosts her regeneration rate (regenerate magicka 100%}.

In 4E 155, a training accident results in the death of Vorondon. While the accident isn't Maragathe's fault, she subsequently runs away from home. Avrose is devastated by her husband's death and her niece's running away. Linley moves in with her daughter and grandson at this time.

In 4E 156. Maragathe joins the Blades under her middle name, Elanor. When she is sent to Alinor to infiltrate the Aldmeri Dominion in 4E 166, she does so using her mother's ring. Maragathe Elanor appears very Breton, save for her height of 5'11" (180 cm), white gold complexion, and the sharper taper to her ears. With the use of her mother's ring, Elanor appears entirely Altmer. Under the cover name Vilya, she devises an Altmer name based on her uncle, who was respected in Wayrest, and though he was not committed to the Dominion, he wasn't vocally defiant of it either.

Vilya 'len Lomiel Atavahta Lenvahta 'ata Vorondon Hendunar Anorien cal' Bostor

"Lomiel" is a fictitious woman Maragathe Elanor Vilya invented to act as her mother. As her uncle is dead, no one can uncover the validity of her lineage, but it is enough for her to gain a position under Elenwen in Alinor.

This is the last use of the Altmer naming scheme in the Racuvarla line. Erbane marries a Breton woman and names his son in the Breton style. Maragathe Elanor Vilya Leara names her children in the Nordic fashion: Martin Ulfricsson and Kyneiren Ulfricsdóttir.

Although if you're shipping Rosewing, Leara's kids are simply Kendov and Kaandrem respectively.

The Varlarata line is continued through Amroth's children Calmirien and Thorondon:

'len Galadien Cuillas Celithil 'ata Amroth Elmoriar Morwen cal' Varlarata

Rumil has one child, a daughter:

Armirel 'len Lindis Caragon Rohiren 'ata Rumil Elmoriar Morwen cal' Varlarata

Armirel, Calmirien, and Thorondon are Erbane and Leara's first cousins twice removed. As of 4E 201, Thorondon is heir to House Stardust.

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The Valyrian Pantheon

Author’s notes: This is a list I came up with for the Valyrian Pantheon. I drew inspiration from the Greco-Roman Gods for this. There is but a brief outline of each deity and their domain, but I would be more than happy to compile a more detailed write-up if asked. Detailed write-ups and stories will take a while.

A separate post on a full list of legendary wars and heroes will follow later.

Feel free to use these as inspo if you need but please give me a shout-out of you do!

Images sourse: Pinterest

The Valyrian Pantheon was divided into several groups. The primordial gods, those that emerged out of the swirling chaos of darkness and have no creator, were venerated as the highest of all the divine beings. Then came their children, then the demigods and full mortals that were raised to Godhood.  

The Primordial or Elder Gods:

🔥Uraxes: Oldest of the primordial gods and the one that was chosen to rule them all. He is lord of time and king of all the gods. Besides his four children with Vaesella, Uraxes also sired the demigoddess Saerel with the mortal shepherdess Aenia.

🔥Vaesella: Queen of the Gods and consort of Uraxes. Vaesella is the lady of the night, of the moon, and of the stars. The full moon was especially sacred to her. Her children with Uraxes are Balerion, Vhagar, Arrax and Meleys.

🔥Caraxes: God of war and courage in battle, and paramour to Vhagar. It was his union with Vhagar that produced dragons.

🔥Daenaera : Goddess of the Earth.

🔥Meraxes: Goddess of marriage and family. She is the consort of Aenax and mother to their children: Shrykos, Syrax and Tessarion.

🔥 Aenax: Lord of daylight and the sun, and consort to Meraxes.

🔥 Vermithor: God of law and order, and justice.

🔥 Vaenar: God of the Seas and consort of both Alaera and Saerel.

🔥Alaera: Goddess of the weather and consort of Vaenar. Her marriage to him produced two children, Aegnys and Maegor.

🔥Aethan: God of the sky and the winds. He has no divine consort but took several mortals for paramours. He fathered many children, the most notable of whom are Aerion, Aelyx, Rhaellar, Daella and Vaegon. 

🔥Haemithor: God of chaos and revenge

Their offspring:

Those born to Uraxes and Vaesella

🔥 Balerion: God of death and the great judge of souls. Unlike the other gods, his shrines would always be erected in the deepest of caves.

🔥Vhagar: Goddess of destruction and fire, wife of Balerion, and paramour to Caraxes. Besides being the mother of dragons, she also produced several daughters for Balerion, called the Perzys ābrar (fire maidens)

🔥 Meleys : Goddess of  hearth and home, consort of Vermithor. She once had a love affair with a mortal fisherman named Lucaeron, which resulted in the birth of her twins, Tyraxes and Vermax.

🔥 Arrax: God of prophecy. His consorts are Shrykos and Syrax. While Shrykos gave him no children, Syrax gave him two daughters, Naerys and Rhae

Those born to Meraxes and Aenax

🔥Shrykos: Goddess of pregnancy and childbirth.

🔥 Syrax : Goddess of love and lust, fertility and beauty.  Besides her children with Arrax, she produced a son with Vhanerys, called Aulyx

🔥 Tessarion: Goddess of strategy, cunning, and victory

Those born to Vaenar and Alaera

🔥 Aegnys: Goddess of the seasons, and consort to Maegor.

🔥 Maegor: God of punishment and torment. His consorts, besides Aegnys, are Tyraxes and Daella. He sired no children. 

Those born to Arrax and Syrax

🔥 Naerys and Rhae: Goddesses of grace, joy and festivities

Those born to Vhagar and Balerion

🔥 The Perzys ābrar: Rhanya, Mella, Laerea, Jaenaera and Elaera: Winged goddesses that aid both their father and Maegor with judging souls and separating those destined for punishment. They would even venture into the mortal world to bring back those trying to evade divine justice.

Demigods that were elevated to Godhood

🔥 Tyraxes: Goddess of the arts, poetry and music

🔥 Vermax: God of battle strategy and consort of Rhaellar

🔥 Rhaellar: Goddess of messengers, and messenger for all the gods

🔥 Saerel: Goddess of healing and bringer of plagues

🔥 Aerion: God of wine and debauchery

🔥 Aelyx : God of thievery and trickery, and consort to both Naerys and Rhae.

🔥 Daella : Goddess of witchcraft and sorcery

🔥 Vaegon: God of shepherds

🔥 Aulyx: God of desire

Full blooded mortals that were elevated to Godhood

🔥 Saenerys : Goddess of blacksmiths and craftsmanship. Developed the first Valyrian steel blade

🔥 Vhanerys : God of hunting. Killed a chimera that was trying to attack Syrax. They became lovers after this.

🔥 Tyl: Subjugated to ten trials after boasting that he could accomplish any task the gods set for him. Was raised to be the God of Endurance after he successfully accomplished his trials, and he took Daenaera for a wife.

🔥 Haexes: Was made God of wisdom after outsmarting Aelyx. He created the Sphinxes.

 Myths/Tales:

🔥 Birth of the elder gods 🔥 The creation of the world 🔥 The first dragons 🔥 The forging of the first Valyrian steel blade 🔥 The birth of the chimera 🔥 The eternal lovers: the tale of Syrax and Vhanerys 🔥 The ten trials of Tyl

 Others:

🔥 The creation of the fields of eternal rest, and the pits of damnation 🔥 The overthrow of the harpy 🔥 The great rebellion (when several children of the Gods tried to overthrow the Elder Gods)  

Bestiary

🔥 Chimeras of Mantarys : Creatures that possess the head and body of a lion, a dragon’s wings, and a scorpion’s tail. A live animal sacrifice is left at its shrine during each new moon to prevent attacking nearby villages.

 🔥 The three sisters: Three firebirds blessed with the gift of foresight. They serve Arrax as his messengers and sometimes communicate through his mortal priests and priestesses.

🔥 The Sphinxes: Creatures that possess the face and upper body of a human, but the lower body, legs, and wings of dragons. They communicate only in riddles and guard the gates to Haexes’s great library.

🔥 The Leviathan: a creature said to live in the Sea of Sighs.

🔥 Merpeople of the Elyrian Sea. The half-human, half-fish offspring of Vaenar and his wives, Alaera and Saerel, who would either aid or hinder all those who ventured into their territory.

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Valyrian name list

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[gallivantrs]

─── ⋆⋅ ( ANYA CHALOTRA + CIS FEMALE + SHE/HER + NOBLE ) dearest reader, I am delighted to introduce VERONICA CECILIA TALBOT, the twenty five year old LADY, known among the ton to be SHREWD & FEARLESS but their foes may tell you that they are more FICKLE & DAUNTING, but we shall know more about them as the season progresses.

basic information.

name: Veronica Cecilia Talbot. nicknames: Vera, Vee. date of birth: 19th of February, 1788. age: twenty-five. birthplace: Battley Manor, the family’s estate within the Earldom of Ravenscourt. orientation: Bisexual, biromantic. languages: English, French, and a good deal of Latin. status: Unwed, leisurely entertaining potential matches.

personality

moral alignment: Chaotic good. mbti: entp-a. traits: Shrewd, fearless, curious, adventurous, rational, eloquent, fickle, daunting, argumentative, carefree, feckless. element: Water. star sign: Aquarius. temperament: Melancholic-choleric. deadly sins: Lust, sloth. heavenly virtues: Kindness, charity.

narrative (tw: familial death).

Lady Veronica was raised under the tall shadow of her elder brother, Lord Leonard Talbot – gallant and educated, every bit the worthy bearer of his position as Lord, Viscount and heir to the Earldom of Ravenscourt. As a younger Lady, she was afforded a fair deal of freedom to indulge interests of her own, being expected only to arrange a match to suit the prestige of their family, when the time came for it. One could say, though (as her parents certainly would), that the Lady very much abused this freedom, diving head-first with her inquisitive mind into the study of more topics than anyone could keep track of – mathematics, astronomy, philosophy, law and legal reform... As she broadened her horizons, Lady Veronica grew increasingly dauntless, and one might even say (as her parents certainly would) rebellious. Her engagement with courtly life grew more detached and selective with each passing year. She soon became known not only for sharp wit and intellect, but also for a subtle disdain for the usual trifles of society and a penchant for pushing the boundaries of what was considered proper. This naturally led her to being regarded as a dangerous influence to the ladies of her rank, leaving more than a few tongues wagging in her wake.

The shock of her brother’s passing in 1811, taken suddenly by brain fever, ravaged the family with heartache and a difficult inheritance situation, seeing as the Lady Veronica was left as heiress to the estate, which was never entailed. The Earl and Countess pushed together through grief to set a plan in motion – ensure the estate would be kept within the family name through Veronica's marriage to a suitable cousin. Thinking of such plans amidst the perforating pain of moving forward without her brother infuriated Veronica, and failing to come to terms with her newfound position – and chiefly, how this new responsibility will surely confine her, stripping away that which is dearest to her: her freedom – has led a certain numbness to take root in her demeanor, a nonchalance and poignant acerbity, most unfitting to a lady of her station. As the key Season approaches, she might appear more open to suitors than before – less out of genuine interest, and more a defiant escape from her sorrow, distraction found in the thrill of the chase. Her intentions remain far from serious; she is in denial, and terrified of true commitment. With those foolish enough to try to shape her or use her for their own interests, – now that her inheritance elevates her from black sheep to desirable suitor – she shall relish the chance to play her games, turning their ambitions into her sport.

desired connections.

kindred flame (wc on the main): It started as an attraction between kindred souls, much like gravity—two among the ton skeptical of ever finding a love match for themselves. Neither were romantics, but their hearts weren’t so tame as to accept a purely rational marriage arrangement, either. The year of Vera's debut, the spark was there—they butted heads, flirted with others just to rile each other up, bickered senselessly, but never committed, the desire to remain independent speaking louder. The following year, courtship gave way to passion as soon as the season started. They couldn't get enough of each other, and rumors of their affair were plentiful. His family, horrified that she might tarnish their son's good name, made every effort to cut her off from his life, pushing other suitors at him in hopes he'd quickly marry someone more respectable. Her family insisted they be serious with whatever intentions they had. What no one anticipated was how their resistance only made them seek each other out more. They spoke of betrothal, even elopement, just to quell all the noise and finally have their way, but words never turned to action. Very soon after, when Vera's older brother and heir to the Talbots passed away, everything came crumbling down. Vera, now the heiress, withdrew in grief and pushed him away, under pressure from her own family to marry someone who could resolve the inheritance situation. He was livid, intending to go against his family's wishes for her, but now she refused to do the same for him. It has been two years now—perhaps he has settled down with someone else, or might instead be betrothed, or still searching. Vera is just as much in denial as she was when she first got the news. But her heart still skips a beat every time they meet, and she doubts it will ever beat as fast for anyone else as long as she breathes.

third cousin & parents' desired betrothal (wc on the main): he is the talbots' solution to clean up the mess with the estate's inheritance, after lady veronica became its heiress. to keep it attached to the family name, they're pushing for a hasty betrothal between her and this muse. but amidst her mourning, reluctance to embrace her new responsibilities, and irredeemable stubbornness, how she will respond to this pressure remains uncertain.

ride or die: a best friend through thick and thin, more utp.

circle of minxes: spirited ladies eager for some private adventure and mischief, engaging in witty banter, card games, and mayhaps sharing in the thrills of pushing the boundaries of propriety, barely maintaining enough decorum to keep some whispers at bay and our reputations mostly intact. these are trusted friends to whom veronica is fiercely loyal.

mentor: older figure who guides and incentivizes her in intellectual interests and pursuits.

faded bond: used to be friends, but veronica's reputation led this muse to drift apart from her. (taken by priscilla cavendish, open to more)

disappointed suitors: suitors she's indulged and entertained in the past, only to leave behind puzzled and befuddled in her shifting interests.

fellow players: suitors who understand the game she's playing, who see through the whys and hows behind her toying – and frankly, they love it. chaotic flirts. specifics utp.

younger sister (21-23): veronica loves her sister to bits – they quarrel, bicker and annoy each other, but are ultimately loving and supportive of the other's happiness to the very end. now grieving through leonard's death, they need each other more than ever. it might also be the year her sister's first being presented to society, which given veronica's reputation, could lead to a conflicting wish to seek distance, at least for a bit. for more on how I envision the talbots: they're led by a pragmatic earl who values intellectual pursuits, a present figure in academia and scholarly societies. the countess is the more traditional influence in the family, and resents her husband for how much he's indulged their daughters, leading to their (or at least veronica's) prospects to sour a bit, given the daunting, somewhat unorthodox young ladies they have become. (taken by noemie delphine talbot)

late brother's widow: the viscount leonard talbot had been a very sought after suitor in the seasons prior, and this muse's wedding to him was seen by the ton as a formidable pairing. upon his passing, the dowager viscountess was left entirely distraught, stripped from much she had hoped and envisioned for her future – and with veronica now standing to inherit the estate, the relationship between the two is somewhat of a delicate one. veronica took the dowager viscountess' past well meaning attempts to advise her on how to uphold her good name as a bit of unsolicited criticism, ever prone to reactivity and the staunch defense of her individualism. as they grieve together through their loss, we shall see what the future holds for these two ladies. (taken by lady isabel fortescue)

maternal cousins: the two families are quite close, taking turns to host each other on their estates over summers. the young lords and ladies grew up in close proximity. (taken by the sarafs of clifton, lady rishima saraf and lord asif saraf)

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: The King's Prize (Asha II) [Chapter 42]

Asha Greyjoy rode in the baggage train, in a covered wayn with two huge iron-rimmed wheels, fettered at wrist and ankle and watched over day and night by a She-Bear who snored worse than any man. His Grace King Stannis was taking no chances on his prize escaping captivity. He meant to carry her to Winterfell, to display her there in chains for the lords of the north to see, the kraken's daughter bound and broken, proof of his power.

Almighty tree, show me Stannis Baratheon's power.

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Between Deepwood Motte and Winterfell lay one hundred leagues of forest. Three hundred miles as the raven flies. "Fifteen days," the knights told each other.

"Robert would have done it in ten," Asha heard Lord Fell boasting. His grandsire had been slain by Robert at Summerhall; somehow this had elevated his slayer to godlike prowess in the grandson's eyes. "Robert would have been inside Winterfell a fortnight ago, thumbing his nose at Bolton from the battlements."

[...]

This king lives in his brother's shadow, Asha thought.

I'm guessing the brother inferiority complex will be present when Jon becomes king.

In truth, the young lord commander and her king had more in common than either one would ever be willing to admit. Stannis had been a younger son living in the shadow of his elder brother, just as Jon Snow, bastard-born, had always been eclipsed by his trueborn sibling, the fallen hero men had called the Young Wolf. Both men were unbelievers by nature, mistrustful, suspicious. The only gods they truly worshiped were honor and duty. - Melisandre I, ADWD

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"No man has ever died from bending his knee," her father had once told her. "He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all."

Does that count as another Asha / Arya similarity?

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Qarl and Tris and the rest who had survived the wolfswood were all she had to care about. Only nine remained. We ragged nine, Cromm named them. He was the worst wounded.

Nine? She had two hundred men and now she has nine.

Damn, I was wrong at the time, maybe she should have stayed in the castle.

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Stannis had given her their lives. Yet she sensed no true mercy in the man. He was determined, beyond a doubt. Nor did he lack for courage. Men said he was just … and if his was a harsh, hard-handed sort of justice, well, life on the Iron Islands had accustomed Asha Greyjoy to that. All the same, she could not like this king. Those deep-set blue eyes of his seemed always slitted in suspicion, cold fury boiling just below their surface. Her life meant little and less to him. She was only his hostage, a prize to show the north that he could vanquish the ironborn.

Stating the obvious. The man does not pass the vibe check.

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Her very womanhood seemed to offend him. Men from the green lands liked their women soft and sweet in silk, she knew, not clad in mail and leather with a throwing axe in each hand. But her short acquaintance with the king at Deepwood Motte convinced her that he would have been no more fond of her in a gown. Even with Galbart Glover's wife, the pious Lady Sybelle, he had been correct and courteous but plainly uncomfortable. This southron king seemed to be one of those men to whom women are another race, as strange and unfathomable as giants and grumkins and the children of the forest. The She-Bear made him grind his teeth as well.

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Even prisoners have ears, and she had heard all the talk at Deepwood Motte, when King Stannis and his captains were debating this march. Ser Justin had opposed it from the start, along with many of the knights and lords who had come with Stannis from the south. But the wolves insisted; Roose Bolton could not be suffered to hold Winterfell, and the Ned's girl must be rescued from the clutches of his bastard. 

The mountain clans have doomed Stannis and I'm loving it.

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The king cut him off. "We all know what my brother would do. Robert would gallop up to the gates of Winterfell alone, break them with his warhammer, and ride through the rubble to slay Roose Bolton with his left hand and the Bastard with his right." Stannis rose to his feet. "I am not Robert. But we will march, and we will free Winterfell … or die in the attempt."

I believe you, ellipsis of truth.

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Whatever doubts his lords might nurse, the common men seemed to have faith in their king. Stannis had smashed Mance Rayder's wildlings at the Wall and cleaned Asha and her ironborn out of Deepwood Motte; he was Robert's brother, victor in a famous sea battle off Fair Isle, the man who had held Storm's End all through Robert's Rebellion.

Mance Rayder and his ragtag army were PARLEYING.

You had two hundred men, and ABANDONED THE CASTLE. He didn't even smash you, the mountain clans did!

Zero credit. None.

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Stannis need only bloody Bolton, and the northmen will abandon him."

So you hope, thought Asha, but first the king must bloody him. Only a fool deserts the winning side.

Trying to think of who this could be hinting at.

+.+.+

It made no matter. Her father's lands would never be hers, no matter whom she married. The ironborn were not a forgiving people, and Asha had been defeated twice. Once at the kingsmoot by her uncle Euron, and again at Deepwood Motte by Stannis. More than enough to stamp her as unfit to rule.

It's true, that will be a problem. Asha needs a big victory for the ironborn.

+.+.+

"Do you have brothers?" Asha asked her keeper.

"Sisters," Alysane Mormont replied, gruff as ever. "Five, we were. All girls. Lyanna is back on Bear Island. Lyra and Jory are with our mother. Dacey was murdered."

"The Red Wedding."

With their mother where?

The last time we saw Maege Mormont she was supposed to be sailing up the Neck to Greywater Watch. I would love to know how Lyra and Jory got to her.

+.+.+

"Aye." Alysane stared at Asha for a moment. "I have a son. He's only two. My daughter's nine."

"You started young."

"Too young. But better that than wait too late."

A stab at me, Asha thought, but let it be.

The probability that Asha's pregnant is increasing.

+.+.+

"No. My children were fathered by a bear." Alysane smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but there was something ingratiating about that smile. "Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods. Everyone knows."

I'm surprised the Mormonts aren't ostracized from the rest of the north.

+.+.+

The king stood outside his tent, staring into the nightfire. What does he see there? Victory? Doom? The face of his red and hungry god? His eyes were sunk in deep pits, his close-cropped beard no more than a shadow across his hollow cheeks and bony jawbone. Yet there was power in his stare, an iron ferocity that told Asha this man would never, ever turn back from his course.

We love a stupid stubborn man.

+.+.+

"Torrhen's Square is not worth the mud beneath my heels. It is Winterfell that matters."

"Strike off these irons and let me help you take it, Sire. Your Grace's royal brother was renowned for turning fallen foes into friends. Make me your man."

"The gods did not make you a man. How can I?" Stannis turned back to the nightfire and whatever he saw dancing there amongst the orange flames.

Ser Justin Massey grasped Asha by the arm and pulled her inside the royal tent. "That was ill judged, my lady," he told her. "Never speak to him of Robert."

I should have known better. Asha knew how it went with little brothers. She remembered Theon as a boy, a shy child who lived in awe, and fear, of Rodrik and Maron. They never grow out of it, she decided. A little brother may live to be a hundred, but he will always be a little brother. 

Bran is also a little brother, are we going to see that play out too?

+.+.+

"Would that we were ravens," Justin Massey said on the fourth day of the march, the day the snow began to fall. Only a few small flurries at first. Cold and wet, but nothing they could not push through easily.

But it snowed again the next day, and the day after, and the day after that. 

+.+.+

On the third day of snow, the king's host began to come apart. Whilst the southron knights and lordlings struggled, the men of the northern hills fared better. Their garrons were sure-footed beasts that ate less than palfreys, and much less than the big destriers, and the men who rode them were at home in the snow. Many of the wolves donned curious footwear. Bear-paws, they called them, queer elongated things made with bent wood and leather strips. Lashed onto the bottoms of their boots, the things somehow allowed them to walk on top of the snow without breaking through the crust and sinking down to their thighs.

Bwahahahaha.

+.+.+

Some had bear-paws for their horses too, and the shaggy little garrons wore them as easily as other mounts wore iron horseshoes … but the palfreys and destriers wanted no part of them. 

Guys I'm starting to lose hope for a Dothraki Christmas.

We could have had it all! :(

+.+.+

On the fifth day of the storm, the baggage train crossed a rippling expanse of waist-high snowdrifts that concealed a frozen pond. When the hidden ice cracked beneath the weight of the wagons, three teamsters and four horses were swallowed up by the freezing water, along with two of the men who tried to rescue them. 

Foreshadowing for the The Night Lamp theory.

Long story short, Stannis will use a beacon of light to trick the Frey army into travelling over a frozen lake.

We'll cover it all in Theon I TWOW.

+.+.+

That was the night that Asha first heard the queen's men muttering about a sacrifice—an offering to their red god, so he might end the storm. "The gods of the north have unleashed this storm on us," Ser Corliss Penny said.

[...]

The king said nothing. But he heard. Asha was certain of that. He sat at the high table as a dish of onion soup cooled before him, hardly tasted, staring at the flame of the nearest candle with those hooded eyes, ignoring the talk around him. 

Speaking of foreshadowing, I think we all know what this is pointing to.

+.+.+

Asha thought she had known cold on Pyke, when the wind came howling off the sea, but that was nothing compared to this. This is a cold that drives men mad.

What are you saying about Canadians and Russians, George?

+.+.+

Later, when Ser Corliss Penny wondered aloud whether an entire army had ever frozen to death in a winter storm, the wolves laughed. "This is no winter," declared Big Bucket Wull. "Up in the hills we say that autumn kisses you, but winter fucks you hard. This is only autumn's kiss."

Peak asshole behaviour. Big fan of Big Bucket Wull.

+.+.+

"A sacrifice will prove our faith still burns true, Sire," Clayton Suggs had told the king. And Godry the Giantslayer said, "The old gods of the north have sent this storm upon us. Only R'hllor can end it. We must give him an unbeliever."

"Half my army is made up of unbelievers," Stannis had replied. "I will have no burnings. Pray harder."

No burnings today, and none tomorrow … but if the snows continue, how long before the king's resolve begins to weaken? Asha had never shared her uncle Aeron's faith in the Drowned God, but that night she prayed as fervently to He Who Dwells Beneath the Waves as ever the Damphair had. 

... good question ...

+.+.+

The cold count, Asha heard it named. The baggage train suffered the worst: dead horses, lost men, wayns overturned and broken. "The horses founder in the snow," Justin Massey told the king. "Men wander off or just sit down to die."

"Let them," King Stannis snapped. "We press on."

The northmen fared much better, with their garrons and their bear-paws. Black Donnel Flint and his half-brother Artos only lost one man between them. The Liddles, the Wulls, and the Norreys lost none at all. One of Morgan Liddle's mules had gone astray, but he seemed to think the Flints had stolen him.

+.+.+

On the twenty-sixth day of the fifteen-day march, the last of the vegetables was consumed. On the thirty-second day, the last of the grain and fodder. Asha wondered how long a man could live on raw, half-frozen horse meat.

Go home, Stannis.

+.+.+

Finally, after a nightmarish day when the column advanced a bare mile and lost a dozen horses and four men, Lord Peasebury turned against the northmen. "This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?"

"Ned's girl," said Morgan Liddle. He was the second of three sons, so the other wolves called him Middle Liddle, though not often in his hearing. 

[...]

"Ned's girl," echoed Big Bucket Wull. "And we should have had her and the castle both if you prancing southron jackanapes didn't piss your satin breeches at a little snow."

I'm stupid, is this where Middle Brittle comes from? Bwah!

The armorer considered that a moment. "Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day." - Jon I, ACOK

+.+.+

"Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned's little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue."

How can I not stan Big Bucket Wull?

+.+.+

Even in his bulky fur cloak and heavy armor, Stannis looked like a man with one foot in the grave. 

Every once in a while George abandons the art of subtlety.

+.+.+

The next day the king's scouts chanced upon an abandoned crofters' village between two lakes—a mean and meagre place, no more than a few huts, a longhall, and a watchtower. 

[...]

Asha crawled out from under her sleeping furs and pushed her way out of the tent, knocking aside the wall of snow that had sealed them in during the night. Her irons clanked as she climbed to her feet and took a breath of the icy morning air. The snow was still falling, even more heavily than when she'd crawled inside the tent. The lakes had vanished, and the woods as well. She could see the shapes of other tents and lean-tos and the fuzzy orange glow of the beacon fire burning atop the watchtower, but not the tower itself. The storm had swallowed the rest.

Night Lamp things.

+.+.+

Somewhere ahead Roose Bolton awaited them behind the walls of Winterfell, but Stannis Baratheon's host sat snowbound and unmoving, walled in by ice and snow, starving.

Sounds like he's a wildling.

Final thoughts:

The Kraken's Daughter

The Wayward Bride

The King's Prize

Someone on Reddit made the great observation that despite her self-assurance, Asha is always defined by (male) others.

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[basedkikuenjoyer]

I hit 100 followers a while ago. It's not the biggest thing ever I know, but I also didn't really expect anything like that when I started this silly little blog about a mysterious lady and her goofy samurai gang. For 50 we did 27 favorites. People seemed to like it. Main cast taking up a bunch of spots is boring, though I do think a few of these could potentially end up in the main one. For now though that's Nami, Brook, & Jinbei. This time is more measured, I actually thought about a Sweet 16 and why. It's fun to see how it changes over time:

Cabbage: I love pretty idiots in anime. This one was necessary to keep me invested in Dressrosa. But there is a real amount of nobility there and the story of actually being a fallen prince obsessed with stardom is a good one! Most little guy Leo is surging but Cavendish is still my favorite of the Grand Fleet captains.

Queen Otohime: I've already said a lot about her with our Seafloor Sidestory. Such a great examination of a political leader, a civil rights icon. I've flirted with that role myself at times and always been around it as a quirk of fate...so it's cool to see someone who gets the nuances like Oda did with this story. How it plays off of Tiger's, influences someone like Jinbei. I rate Fishman Island very high and Otohime is a huge part of that.

Pudding: Pudding is such a two-faced little snot but young enough and cartoonish enough about it I think she's funny. Whole Cake is a great arc, love how she plays off of Sanji, the "Doll" element hits a little close to home.

Crocodile: He's got style, he's got grace. He'll throw sand in your face. Cool villain, loved him in Impel Down/Marineford, epitome of T-Boy swag.

Miss Goldenweek: Marianne, Goldie...such a treasure. Girl makes me laugh so much. Comically lazy but the secret weapon that was a nightmare for Luffy. Cover story that made her shine as a capable operative and Rainbow of Dreams rocks. Please come back to Cross Guild you little weirdo. I need you and Buggy playing off each other, I need Crocodile hyping up one of his superstar agents to Mihawk only for her to doze off/ask for snacks in the middle of it.

Nekomamushi: He is a massive yellow cat man. This is a great start. Had a nice theme song too. He loves lasagna but isn't an asshole like Garfield. Rising love. Samurai cat man. Then he's Kiku's lil bro and I enjoy pondering that dynamic. Goro nya nya.

Kin'emon: He was pretty funny before, making the chauvinist a simp for his classy af wife and the confused, but caring father figure to a sweetheart trans girl is hilarious. I love his devil fruit and impersonating Doffy was classic. His supernatural luck forced his way deeply into my heart.

Conis: Conis is lovely. Sweet angel girl...with a big ol bazooka she is not afraid to use. People forget Conis but I still love her. Sky Island was fun.

Jewelry Bonney: Being an angry child makes her so much more fun. Always thought she was a solid Supernova. Being such a glutton is funny. Egghead has elevated her. Interesting devil fruit, it's the one my sweetie would want to eat himself which is neat.

Izo: Izo is very, very pretty. He is also good at shooty but have you seen how pretty he is? He is also the dashing elder brother of #1 blorbo...

Kiku: I know this inclusion will surprise some of you. She's a total sweetie with hidden narrative weirdness. What's not to love and obsess over? Plus she's really tall and forgets that when hiding behind things. Imagine if we saw her trying to hide behind Chopper sticking most of his body out from behind a hiding place. That would tick us back at least one minute from midnight.

Cindry: The other Okiku and subject of our Spooky Sidestory. Maliciously compliant zombie with a showgirl vibe. Far out. Hucking plates rules as a combat style.

Ginny: Some might say she's too new. Some Might Say is a pretty good early Oasis song. Neither of those are relevant right now. I love Ginny. She's wonderful. She got done dirty because flashback characters always get done dirty.

Hina: Hina pleased to be included. Hina pleased. She was our Shackled Sidestory and I love her. The cool vibe mixed with a couple of childish traits. One of our truly good Marines who probably hasn't gotten high enough up the ladder to really know how depraved the World Government is. Cool fruit too, perfect for a Marine.

Monet: Punk Hazard came out right before I went into grad school. I love thinking of her as the beleaguered, far more talented assistant to Caesar Clown who I hate and should just die. Harpies are also classic cool and I will not accept statements to the contrary. I love her snow power too.

Gecko Moria: Touched on this in a post about him for Halloween. He's grown on me a lot as a villain as I've gotten old enough to understand him. There's a realism in his motivations that makes him more of a unique villain. I actually believe if he was serious from the start Luffy would never have stood a chance. Shadow fruit is cool and Thriller Bark is an excellent arc.

Bellemere, Kawamatsu, Denjiro, and Hancock would be the honorable mentions. But these are my true One Piece loves.

[bucknastysbabe]

♡ 1, 2, 3, 4 I wanna be a whore ♡

Rating: Explicit

Tags: SLUTTY HIMBO CAMBOY AEGON, Aemond can’t stand the little creacher, nerdy reader, pillow humping, oral sex on a toy, f!masturbation, cyber sex, open ending, Aegon’s a little slut for attention and we all know it, Post Nut Clarity, modern setting

A/N: I got horny and inspired from the gc again.

Enjoy: @godrakin @borikenlove @targbarbie @fairysluna @ilikeitbetterangsty @lovelykhaleesiii @sahvlren @xfancyuu

You were friends with Aemond. Study partners who chat and chain smoke more like. The pair of you were in grad school for Psychology. Which you had the idea Aemond chose this profession to figure out what the hell what wrong with his family. But that was none of your business of course.

His brother actually lived in the apartment…but you rarely saw Aegon. Aemond sniffed about his elder, “He’s a degenerate. Stay away lest you end up with a disease.” You thought his brother was cute, in a soft way. Although, Aemond had a point. It was obviously he liked to…go out. Get busy. It made your cheeks blush to think what he did.

Pausing on your research you looked up at Aemond. He was thoroughly annotating a book, pen scratching against the book. You looked around the spacious apartment, thinking. “Aemond.”

“Hm?,” he intoned, eyes not moving from the paper.

“Okay so I know you have a job and everything. Um. What does Aegon do for work?”

The pen stopped. Aemond’s lips quirked up a bit as he turned to you. He asked, “Do you really want to know? The more questions you ask about my darling brother the more you will need to take a shower.”

You scoffed and replied, “I’m not a septa. What is it? He’s an escort for old ladies?”

Aemond sighed, chuckling, “No. The wretch does ‘camming’. Gets on a live feed and acts like a slut for money.” He rolled his eye, “The bills are paid. I don’t dig deeper.”

You laughed airily, cheeks flushing up again. You stated, “You’re lying. Really?”

“When he’s not partying all night with god knows what the little bastard does that shit. Good thing I’m usually gone when it happens,” he shook his long hair, “Enough. I’ll get sick on my book.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You stared at your report for thirty minutes straight thinking about Aegon’s ‘job’. Imagining his pretty body spread out on a bed, moaning and sighing. Your cunt twitched. This was bad. Then your brain spat out the idea of Aegon’s lips wrapped around a dildo and you slammed the laptop shut.

“I need to go home. My cat is probably hungry.”

Aemond glanced up under his hair, smirking haughtily. He hummed, “Uh-huh. Have a good night. Text me about the next meeting, I was thinking we should consider a non-intrusive measures study.” You packed your shit haphazardly, nodding along and babbling, “Yep, sounds good, see ya later Aem.” He laughed again as you shuffled out.

You huffed once in the hallway. This little, fixation, needed to be gone. Aegon was by all means a fuck face from how Aemond explained it and even Daeron agreed when he visited a while back. You’d barely spoken a word to the man but he was pretty, okay?

Clicking the button to the elevator, it opened immediately, you stepping in with your head down— completely out of it. A yelp and very human body collided with your own, sending your drink and phone flying backwards. You stumbled back and apologized profusely, then choking on your spit when Aegon’s lidded eyes met your own.

He smirked, bending down to pick up your phone. Your mouth grew dry at the sight of his painted nails. Aegon rasped, “My bad. Aemond will make anyone run away without looking.” You smiled awkwardly, scooping your drink and replying, “No, of course not! Just been staring at my research all day.”

He eyed you up, violet eyes sparkling. Aegon giggled, “That sounds dreary! What are you going to do now?”

You blushed under his gaze and shrugged. “I- uh- Probably go feed my cat and have some wine and watch tv.” Aegon snickered further, “You’re as bad as Aem. Must be a psychologist thing. I have an idea for you.” Your brows raised up at his provocative tone.

“Aaaah-and what is that Aegon?,” you stuttered while shifting on your feet.

He held his hand out and asked, “Phone?”

Dumbstruck you unlocked the phone and gave it to him, lamely adding, “I’m not much of a party person, if that’s what you’re doing.” He shook his pale waves and hummed nonchalantly, “Just leaving something in your notes, check it later.”

He gave the phone back with a pretty smile, you practically mush under Aegon’s gaze. You stammered, “Ah- okay- s-see you later Aegon. Thanks!” You stepped into the elevator and pressed for ground floor. Aegon stood and chirped as the doors closed on him, “You won’t regret it!”

Immediately swiping open your phone and jamming on the notes app multiple times you read what the blonde had typed out. It was a website and a username, ‘dragonwh0r3’. You had to stifle a laugh at the silly name but you were most definitely tuning in to what Aegon was bringing to the table.

Hours later you were seated on the couch, big ass shirt on and pussy out. The vibrator laid next to your twitching fingers. You had typed in and found Aegon’s account, even paying the fee for the live watch. You’d been fucking wet since the elevator debacle, it was needed. A splurge, Aemond needn’t know. And wouldn’t know.

The feed started, your eyes roving across the the screen, rabbit clicking to make it full screen. Aegon was clad in silky pink shorts and had some sort of Angel outfit on. He looked angelic, especially with the outline of his pretty cock straining the silk. In a soft purr he spoke, “Heyyy babes, missed you all so much. By popular request I’m wearing the outfit ‘twinkfucker78’ sent me, thank you!” He grinned and blew a kiss at the camera.

You were going to fucking blow up. Spontaneous combustion. Nuclear fission. Fuck.

A couple of clinking noises filled the speakers, obviously fans who wanted attention or a request. Aegon’s violet eyes skimmed over the chat, his full lips quirking up teasingly. He ran a hand down his chest and giggled, “Lots of different ideas for tonight. Y’wanna defile the angel huh?” Loads more of coins jingling hit the chat.

Aegon laughed, “That’s a lot of money, hm, I do love having something in my mouth!” He leaned forward toward the camera and breathed, “I’ll have to go get my toys, you guys are something else tonight.” You almost whimpered when he disappeared, but Aegon came back with a rounded pillow with a dildo obscenely sticking out from the end.

He placed it on the bed, tutting, “Going to have to work for it tonight,” he pouted with fat lips, “You guys are mean.” The chat blew up again, more and more feeding in. Aegon stripped out of his silky shorts, exposing his pink cock and bubbly ass. You moaned, reaching for the vibrator. Aegon’s cock was so pretty, thick, and curved.

He straddled the pillow and you shivered realizing what was about to happen. As if Aegon read your mind he rambled, “So, yeah, m’gonna hump this pillow and suck a little. I love having things in and on my mouth, cock, pussy, fingers, whatever.” You watched with wide eyes, trembling with excitement.

Aegon lapped up on the pink cock, taking it time getting it wet, like it was real, hips rutting behind him. You grabbed your phone to take a picture of the credit QR code like a madwoman, Aegon’s slurps and moans echoing in your living room. You gave no fucks dropping 50 and typing haphazardly, “You possibly can’t fuck my pussy that slow. Speed it up, Angel.”

Your face flushed harder, panting, and glad you picked some dumbass username. Aegon was moaning around the head of the cock, watery eyes flickering up to the screen. His lips split around the lurid pink, pulling off with a line of drool. The blonde panted in a high tone, “Mhm, someone’s needy? You want me to fuck your sweet pussy faster? Guys m’so tireddd though, feel like being lazy.”

You didn’t have to drop any money this time, a cacophony of clinking filling the room. Aegon rolled his eyes and began to move faster, plump lips obscenely stretched. He whined softly, eyes fluttering. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Aegon pumped his pretty pale hips harder, gagging around the fake cock, drooling.

Aegon whined, “Fuck, wish this was your cunt, bet it’d be so warm n’ tight hngh!”

You had the vibe on your clit and those purple eyes looked like they were on you, and you only. You cried out and shivered, goosebumps erupting over your skin. You typed again with shaking hands, praying he’d see it, “Slutty boy all you think about is getting your dick wet? Already whining on a pillow lol.”

It probably would get lost in a flurry of comments.

Aegon didn’t lose it apparently. His body drew taught, milky thighs flexing as he moaned gutturally. The blonde had the dildo sliding on his flushed cheeks as he rasped, “One- hah- of you thinks I can’t fuck?” One of your legs was haphazardly thrown to the side at Aegon’s drawl, “Baby, I’d fuck you whining like a bitch and you’d still see stars.”

You seized up and came around the vibrator, howling in pleasure. Legs shaking, eyes watering, absolutely earth shattering orgasm. The thought of this perfect, slutty angel fucking you was too much. You laid back on the couch, watching him messily suck the cock while practically bouncing on the pillow. He whined and squirmed, growing close, popping off the fake cock to whine.

“Oh god, close, gonna cum so hard baby, oh!,” he whimpered shakily, eyes clenching shut as he shook. Aegon leaned back to paint his soft tummy and the pillows with cum, groaning and tossing pretty platinum hair around. The chat roared with more clinking, you an absolute noodle by now.

Aegon shuddered one more time, panting out, “Mmm- fuck guys. See you tomorrow?”

He rolled on his side, wide eyes closer to the screen, lashes wet. Aegon cooed, “Thanks again for making this slutty baby cum and eat some dinner. Love you guys, remember my prices for private vids are linked on my page. Bye!” The blonde blew a kiss and the screen went dark.

You looked up at the ceiling and groaned, “Holy goddamn fucking shit! I just came to Aemond’s brother! The dumb slutty one!”

Post nut clarity was a bitch.

Your phone vibrated. Rifling around you picked it up, seeing an unknown number. Sleepily swiping it open your eyes widened dramatically.

“y don’t u just cum to my room and ill show you how i fuck next time u wanna be boring w aem?”

Well. Aemond would just have to get over it.

“Sure. Can’t wait. Bad grammar though.”