#fav eldest daughters x

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

ah yum yum my final jacebaela crumbs to sustain me for the long winter (two years wait before The Tragedies that inevitably await within hours of television)

[j0kers-light]

hi bae, ik youve been going thru a rough patch i hope(in fact ik) you’ll bounce back harder.🫶🏻

i really wanted to make a request for a long long time now, no pressure write it whenever u feel like it i am just going to drop it here.

for me J has always been a Lana del rey song specially the ultra violence album, he’s shades of blue, he’s ultraviolenec, smts hes even brooklyn baby. Can you write something dark, like real dark where hes possessive, violent, exatcly like he was in TDK. Pulling stunts and dropping hints. maybe he kidnappes the reader or smt like that, he’s acting all crazy and violent but something inside him just makes him slip to a lil caring or loving side every now and then, which eventually leads to some serious SMUT 😏😏

the reader could be his enemy’s daughter(maybe even batman’s daughter lol i am going wild) he tortures her,loves her, takes care of her then tortures her a lil more but make no mistake the reader is a fireball she gives him that lil fight they have in her which makes J even more attached to her.

ik i am just blabbing and making no sense, but i hope ukwim. i am also attaching a link to my fav J edit ever which might give u an outline of what i am trying to say. maybe even add J’s POV.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqyP1PdveA9/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

okay ill shut up now. feel better love you 🫶🏻

His Lighthouse: Broken Dolls (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Broken Dolls - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

I feel ashamed that you had to wait so long for this request. Forgive me times a thousand @heathisbae !! I still love you and I got carried away with the word count. (10,500 words!!) I promise you that my blood, sweat, and tears went into this request. You should've let me stay in my enclosure. I LOVE DARK requests and I was in a dark and lonely place when I wrote this. The perfect mood for Broken Dolls.

Gather round children it’s time to go over some legal stuff. I usually do not care about trigger warnings. You are responsible for your own reading pleasure, BUT I’ll add a TW: List because yall gone need it. Chaos had a lil bit too much fun writing this one.. 👀😬

TW! Dark!Joker. rape, knife, blood, impact, choking, power play, dacryphilia, spitting, biting kinks, unprotected sex, overstimulation if you squint, degradation, no prep (foreplay is important kids) uhhhh… I’m missing something. 🤔 It’s canon Joker people. He’s a walking trigger warning.

Just be careful if you decide to read this one. I know I went overboard but your mental health is always my top priority. Enjoy or not. It’s entirely up to you. Since its a dark request, I decided not to tag anyone except @heathisbae Read at your own risk 🖤✨

Your father made it virtually impossible for anyone to find out. By fate’s design, you looked nothing like the iconic figure you called “father”, and you were forever grateful for that. 

Your skin complexion, eye, and hair color masked you from the surname that was your birthright. You were the rumored Wayne heiress that Gotham City whispered about. Many far and wide longed to meet you to strengthen their businesses by marriage, whereas others flat out questioned your conception.  

Bruce Wayne had neither confirmed nor denied the mother of any of his children to the world. Not like he ever would. There were only a few secrets Bruce had left in this world: you being the most important one.  

Your life would be in danger if anyone were to find out you were a Wayne or worse, the precious daughter of Batman.  

Many were adopted into the bat family, but you were blood to Bruce. A last-ditch effort he made to secure his family’s legacy; He hired a surrogate.  

Should Batman ever fall in combat, you could pick up the torch and continue the Wayne legacy.  

At an early age you wanted to make your father proud and wisely decided not to follow in his footsteps moonlighting as a vigilante. The eldest boys, Dick and Jason, celebrated for days. They loved their half-sister and supported every decision you make, but they would’ve put their foot down should you have wished to don a bat suit.  

Instead of violence, you dedicated your life to education. Only the best schools with full ride scholarships—your cv was lengthy as it was profound. You spoke multiple foreign languages, held many accreditations issued from all over the globe, and excelled at virtually every extra-curricular skill you could think of.  

You were a hardworking, driven woman with a no-nonsense attitude. That much, you got from your mother. 

You dominated any boardroom you entered, and your famous e/c eyes could make or break contracts with a single look. Now that was all your father’s genes. You gave the phrase, beauty and brains, a living breathing, mascot and Bruce couldn’t be prouder.  

That unfortunately made you a target.  

You shied away from public humanitarian appearances to avoid being recognized as a Wayne. Too many similarities with Bruce would make people curious. Instead, you worked behind a smokescreen and attended the many charities and sponsorship parties as a third-party spectator to oversee your work.  

That way, you got to see your hard work being implemented into the community—far better results than your father’s monetary donations provided.  

You took pride knowing your hard work was creating a change in Gotham City. With the safeguards Bruce and the boys had in place; it would take an actual genius to put the numerous clues together to uncover your identity. You could live in relative peace while still making a difference.  

Sadly, your long forgotten surrogate mother would soon threaten life as you knew it.  

Joker prided himself in being a vigilant man. Nothing, not even the smallest of details, went unnoticed by him and when it came to his best friend Batman, J took extra care to notice every little thing.  

The level of surveillance Joker did on the dark knight bordered on obsession but in a way, he was. Joker strived to be twelve steps ahead of his arch-nemesis in order to maintain his freedom. Being shipped back to Arkham was not an option, so he took information gathering very seriously.  

Joker knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne for years. He was surprised other Gotham villains or just the local law enforcement didn’t put the clues together. It was so obvious. 

There was no point in telling the world Batman’s not so little secret, but when Joker studied the daily life of Bruce Wayne a bit further, now that was a blackmail gold mine. Having a one up on Bats just felt good and especially when Joker discovered the perfect weapon that would break the man once and for all.  

You. 

Tucked away and hidden in plain sight; Y/n Wayne, the perfect tool for Joker’s plans.  

A father’s worst nightmare, seeing their child in distress, Joker looked forward to scaring Bruce with this latest prank. All he had to do was get close enough to steal you away, but Bruce kept you protected twenty-four seven. Smart man and Joker didn’t blame his bestie for being a protective father.  

There were dangerous people out there who would dream of your demise if they knew the truth! 

No, it was much easier to track down your mother and it was mere child’s play to make her talk. Joker thoroughly enjoyed extracting as much information from the woman before her untimely demise.  

He found it was unfair that she was virtually defenseless while you had security tighter than most world leaders. It wasn’t fair in Joker’s book, so he set out to put your safeguards to the test.  

And what achievement it was to outsmart Batman at his own game.  

You should’ve known better. Dad drilled it into your brain time and time again to always be aware of your surroundings.  

There was no such thing as a coincidence. Things happened for a reason, and it was up to you to detect any signs of danger at any given time.  

The same could be said for that fateful night. You were feeling a bit overwhelmed by a journalist at a charity event. She kept asking probing questions—a few hitting too close for comfort about your identity.  

How ironic that you attended every event the rumored Wayne heiress organized and knew so much about her personal affairs. What a coincidence how reporters asked you questions like you were the boss..  

The curious woman would not leave you alone! Her mindless chitchat felt more like an interrogation by the minute. You feared your identity was compromised after one of her questions rang true, but she simply laughed it off and said that if you were indeed a Wayne, “You’d be way prettier.”  

Whatever that meant.  

Perhaps the comment hit hard since your longtime friend/rival, Lana, stole attention from the fund raiser with her scandalous outfit. The brunette reeked of new money and had an ego the size of Metropolis, demanding attention wherever she went.  

Her appearance ruined your event for helping orphaned kids and turned it into a mini Met Gala. You had every right for storming out to scream into the back alley. She never failed at ruining things!  

You were really letting your frustration be heard when a whistle nearby startled you. 

“Listen to the pipes on that one.”  

You quickly stopped screaming once you realized that you weren’t alone. A lone male was smoking in the same alley, and he locked eyes with you once he caught your attention.  

They were an unnatural green that felt familiar however, you couldn’t place where you might’ve seen them before.  

“By all means... don’t let me keep ya from your.. uhh temper tantrum.” He blew a long puff of smoke into the night air.  

At first you were in shock, but that reaction soon turned into irritation. Just who did he think he was talking to you like that? “I am not having a tantrum thank you very much a-and... you can’t smoke here!”  

He simply chuckled while taking another drag. You crossed your arms and tapped your heels on the concrete as you waited for a response. This guy was something else.  

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You added.  

“Yup.” He popped the letter p, “Loud n’ clear. Pretty sure this area is ah... employees only. Ya wouldn’t catch me smokin’ if ya weren’t out here being a brat, hm?”  

He had a point, but you still scoffed at his choice of words. You had the idea of using your title as the boss of this event to get him fired; yet he would surely talk and by morning, Gotham City would know that you’re a Wayne. That was the last thing you wanted; however, it was worth the hassle if it got rid of him.  

For now, all you could do was shake your head at this strange man breaking your employee’s no smoking rule. You personally selected all the staff for the event and your security team performed background checks on everyone to ensure your safety.  

The gentlemen sitting before you did not jog your memory.  

His presence made you uneasy and you took a step back, “Do I know you?”  

He snorted, smoke emerging from his nostrils in comical puffs. “Uh no, but I knoooo~ooow you.” 

The blood in your veins ran cold when the stranger stood up and stepped into the light. “Didn’t your dad tell ya not to talk to strangers Miss Wayne?” He said mockingly.  

You took one look at The Joker’s grotesque scars and turned to run.  

Joker grinned and let you have a running start although you didn’t get far. Your feet got caught in your dress fabric and made his job relatively easy. The two of you tumbled to the ground, Joker landing on your back, but that quickly changed with a sharp elbow to his nose.  

You didn’t stick around to see if your hit landed, you just scrambled to your feet and tried to reach for the back door when a hand grabbing your ankle disrupted your sense of balance. One second you were upright, the next, you were on the ground seeing double vision.  

Joker didn’t think you’d put up much of a fight. His research into you was limited, but he doubted that you had any of the fighting skills your father was notorious for.  

Technically he was right. You had taken up self defense training from Jason and he reported that you sucked at it.  

Despite your lack of skills and concussion, you weren’t going down without a fight. One of your nails scratched Joker’s elongated smile causing it to bleed and suddenly, he had enough of your little games.  

You were making too much noise, and his window of opportunity to kidnap you was running out. If he didn’t move you soon, his plan would be ruined. You just had to make things difficult for him.  

“Alrighty Y/n, time for a little nap. Shhhhh... shh easy now.” Joker dodged your wild punch to his face as he dug a syringe out of his pocket.  

The sight of it made you panic and fight back harder but your scream of help was drowned out by a roar of applause from inside. The auction must’ve ended with a success. Joker pierced your skin and watched the milky white substance disappear into your system.  

It was cold seeping into your veins as you still tried to fight back.  

“Aht ahttttt don’t fight it. Let it happen.” Joker crooned into your ear; not like you could hear him. Your body felt so heavy, you lost function of your limbs so suddenly it was terrifying.  

The Joker’s obnoxious laugh sounded miles away from you. When your eyelashes fluttered closed, Joker knew victory was his.  

The environment that you woke up in was dark and cold.  

Your limbs were still groggy with whatever The Joker had injected you with and after a few test stretches, you still had motion in them. Although it would do you no good. The distinctive sound of metal on metal gave away your current predicament. 

You were chained to something.  

You tried not to panic but you were unable to see anything a few inches in front of you much less see how far the chain allowed you to move. You felt something solid underneath you and concluded that it was some sort of mattress or padding. It was a small comfort while being confined in total darkness.  

Wherever you were, The Joker was to blame, and you weren’t going to let him have this much power over you. You had to find a way out before he started his sick form of entertainment.  

Every citizen of Gotham knew Joker’s M.O. You didn’t want to be tortured to death all for a laugh.  

You waited until your eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings before exploring how much freedom you truly had.  

You felt around in the darkness until your hands bumped into something solid. It was a surface with nothing that could help you escape on it, so you moved on. Minutes felt like hours as you stumbled through the dark, searching for anything useful. Just when you thought you were painting a clear picture of the room in your head, a door opened beside you.  

The blinding light was nothing compared to the searing pain of the door hitting you square in the face or that of the trauma caused by falling to the ground.  

The room was still spinning when your loudmouth got the better of you. 

“What’s your f__king problem?!” You cried out. You feared that your nose was broken, it sure felt like it with the amount of blood you felt gushing out. The Joker didn’t seem phased by the display.  

Instead, he stepped right over you and flicked on a light, blinding you in the process. “Errr let’s see... problems. MY problem.. Social injustice? Global warming…uhhh rush hour traffic?” Joker paused for dramatic effect and slowly turned to face you. You froze, feeling his emerald eyes rake over your form hungrily.  

The unnatural hue seemed to suck you in the longer you stared. “You.” Joker purred. 

“M-Me?” How were you a problem? He abducted you not the other way round! 

You had never crossed paths with the Clown Prince of Crime until tonight. The two of you couldn’t be more worlds apart. You stayed nose deep in your humanitarian work and out of any trouble whereas The Joker was trouble personified.  

The only thing that linked you to Joker was your father, yet you doubted the clown was smart enough to put all the puzzle pieces together to uncover that.  

You prayed that this was all some sort of misunderstanding but judging how The Joker was staring, your hopes began to shatter one by one.  

You instinctively shielded your body from the known threat and in doing so, your skin brushed against unknown material. The formal dress you originally wore for the evening was gone and replaced by a thin t-shirt and baggy men’s pants. The implications were not lost on you. 

You turned to glare at the madman before you. “Who changed my clothes!?” If you were able to blush, you knew you’d be redder than a tomato.  

This man obviously had no respect for women. He simply threw his head back and laughed, “The pleasure is allllllllllll mine.”  

You failed at hiding your full body shudder and even worse, you were unable to silence yourself from talking trash. “Screw you.” You regretted saying it the moment you opened your mouth.  

The room suddenly got quiet. Joker sauntered his way over to your mattress and crouched down so he could be eye level with you. He admired the fire burning within your e/c eyes for a time. Such a strong wielded fire, it was beautiful to behold. If Joker had his way, there would only be smoking embers after he had his fun. He would make sure of it.  

The Joker always had an air of drama about him, and it took center stage as he spoke to you. “Ya wanna.. know something? You should be lucK-yyyy my boys didn’t change ya. They would’ve loved to uh.. what did ya say? Screw you.” 

His choice of words held more meaning as he tried to brush a few strands of hair out of your face. You shut down that idea by chomping at his fingers the second they were within your reach.  

You refused to sit around like some damsel in destress until dad or one of the boys came to rescue you. You would fight back even if it killed you. 

To Joker, your little stunt was comical. You could rebel all you wanted; your antics would never compare to what he had in store for you.  

He simply wagged his paint-stained fingers at you like a scolding parent and insulted you further. “Mm, feisty! I like thaT. But that’s no way to behave while you’re here. No noooo. No. You are a verry special guest, Y/n!” 

Joker walked over to the table that you found earlier. You watched as he pulled out a tripod and took the time to set up a camera in your general direction. Once it was positioned to his liking, he mashed a button—and to your horror, a red light began to blink. 

“Tada! May I present.... Y/n, my lead-ing lady in this uh.. short film of mine! The title you ask? Why it’s, How to Break Batman’s Little Girl 101!”  

Joker’s words were like a sucker punch to your gut. They bounced off the thick walls of the room and echoed back in your eardrum's times a hundred. Your worst nightmare was happening right before your eyes. Not only did someone know who you were, but dad’s long kept secret was out—and his arch-nemesis of all people, knew about it.  

You were blinking a mile a minute and Joker thought your lips flailing like a fish was oh so adorable. Kissable really but he shook that odd thought away.  

He hyped up his performance so much, you weren’t sure if he was addressing you or the camera at this point.  

“Oh come now, Y/n. Don’t act so sur-prised! I knew Bats’ secret for years now. We are friends ya know.... Mmm on second thought. Ya might wanna work on the security Batsy.. I just so happened to waltz in and steal your precious.... and might I add.... beau-ti-ful daughter away easy peasy. Did I mention she’s verrrry beautiful?”  

You snapped out of your panic by Joker’s fingers grazing your cheek. Your response was instinctive by slapping his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”  

Joker wasted no time reacting to your outburst. His gentle touch turned cruel and struck your face hard enough to turn it sideways right into the wall.  

He quickly grabbed ahold of your jaw and yanked you back upright. You were forced to bear witness to his self-inflicted scars, all jagged and swollen up close. It was a permanent reminder just how insane this man truly was. Joker’s nails dug into your cheek and for a split second, you genuinely feared this man.  

His green eyes were almost electric staring into your soul. “You’re mine now and I’ll touch ya however I want. Got thaT?”  

Joker saw the insult queuing up in your brain and squeezed your face tighter in his grasp. You whined but still managed to part your lips to respond. “I’m not yours.” You growled.  

A brief staring contest ensued. Green verses your e/c.  

Joker admired your bravery; you questioned his sanity. He dressed the part of a gentleman with his three-piece suit and coattails (despite the outlandish colors) yet he was so far removed from the title. He was unpredictable in every sense of the word that you weren’t sure if you would survive a moment longer in his presence. 

You were confident that someone would come save you, Joker thought you were too naïve to understand the gravity of your situation. In any case, he would have ample time to extinguish the fire blazing in your eyes before someone started searching for you.  

He was so caught up crafting his mental plans, he didn’t notice the glint in your eye right before you bit his hand.  

It hardly phased him and for your efforts you received a rough shove towards the ground. Thankfully the mattress softened the blow however you still had the strength to glare at The Joker in disdain. 

“Let’s see how long that feisty streak of yours last hmm?” Joker chuckled under his breath and walked over to the door.  

The sudden change in brightness blinded you again but this time you caught a glimpse of a bulky man guarding the door before he and Joker disappeared from sight. 

Finally you were alone with your thoughts. The first thing you did was let out a shaky sigh and glance at the camera still recording you. The Joker didn’t turn it off and you concluded its sole purpose was to monitor you and collect material for the ransom cd your dad would receive. 

You choked back a sob just thinking about dad. He would be beside himself knowing you were abducted. Finding out that his greatest enemy took you would be a low blow—one you hoped he would overcome in order to rescue you. Dick and Jason would steer the detective in the right direction but with every hour that passed, you knew dad would slowly lose his mind. He knew firsthand what Joker was capable of. Your nose throbbed bitterly as a harsh reminder.  

There was nothing stopping the clown from killing you if he simply became bored.  

If only you took dad’s words to heart and abided by his strict security measures. You had snuck away from your detail for a bit of privacy. Now you regretted that dumb decision. You were in Joker’s clutches with no chance of escape, and it was all your fault.  

He chained you to a bedpost like some animal and now that there was light in the room, you could see it in its entirety.  

It was a mini prison right down to the bare necessities. The Joker had every intention of keeping you here, cut off from Gotham City, most likely below ground to disrupt the bat tracker embedded in you since childhood.  

You scratched at your wrist, praying that it miraculously still worked despite the odds. Surely your father, the world’s greatest detective, could locate his daughter with much less. 

It was the only reassurance you had.  

You were getting tired overthinking your predicament. There was nothing you could do at present, so with one last hesitant glance at the video recorder, you tried your best to get comfortable on the mattress and fall asleep. 

That became your routine. Time held no value anymore.  

Was it a few days? Weeks? Longer? How were you to know? You were confined to four concrete walls with no form of contact, save for the ever present blinking red light watching your every move.  

You were forced to use the horrendous facilities they called a bathroom, and meals (which were surprisingly great) were brought to your room like clockwork while you were asleep.  

You began to look forward to the tray that would magically appear on your table. It was the only connection to the outside world you had, and you didn’t take it for granted.  

There was always a special treat on your dinner plate and it never failed at putting a smile on your face regardless of being a prisoner. You tried to keep a grip on your sanity with these small bouts of happiness, but it was obvious what angle Joker was playing at.  

He was using isolation to mentally break you and it was working. 

You thought being locked away all alone would be easy, but the constant silence was unbearable and before long you began to fear when Joker would return.  

Not fearing him specifically, but of what you might do for a sliver of human interaction.  

That visit came unexpectedly. You woke up from a nap sensing a presence inside your room. Sadly, you had embraced having hallucinations during your lengthy stay here, but this one felt a little too real.  

Something didn’t feel right. “H-Hello?”  

The door was still closed with the lights dimmed and there wasn’t a tray of food dropped by, so you glanced near the bathroom area on pure instincts. Nothing was inside the room except that camera that you loathed so much. Its constant flashing light both annoyed and comforted you. At least you weren’t completely alone.  

You sighed to yourself and was about to fall back asleep when you felt something move behind you. Joker’s laugh blended in with your scream as you tried to scramble away.  

You didn’t get far given that Joker dragged you back towards him.  

The last thing you expected after waking up was a man lying in the same bed as you. It was a natural response to freak out, especially since it was The Joker pinning you to the mattress. “YOU SICK F__K! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”  

You didn’t see the way Joker's eyes glazed over or the way his hands tightened around you before he grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Have I lost my… have I.. losT my mind?”   

You tried to pry his hands off you, but Joker was just too strong as he continued to repeat your question over and over. His manic laughter was deafening in your ear. “Have I lost my mind, Y/n? Or have you?”  

You looked up into pools of jade that glinted mockingly down at you. “What are you...?” 

Joker cut you off by directing your gaze to the camera in the room. “Did ya forget I’ve been watching you this entire time doll? Talking to yourself, your uh... hopeless words of affirmation? Oh Dad will come, he’ll come save me! Hang in there, Y/n! You’re so braaaaaave and strong!”’ 

Joker’s imitation of your voice was cringeworthy as he repeated your own words out loud. He mocked your defiant spirit and hopes of escape as if it was a joke. Strangely enough, Joker’s tone softened, and he sounded sincere with his next angle of attack.  

“You just don’t get iT. Daddy’s not coming Y/n. No one knows you’re missing, and nooo one cares either. It’s been a month now doll. If Daddy Bats really cared about his precious daughter, he would’ve rescued you by now don’tcha think?” 

Joker was just messing with you. This was another tactic of his to break you down. He was a master of manipulation and his way with words was just as dangerous as his work with knives. His sole existence was to harm others and yet with your fragile state of mind, a part of you believed him.  

You couldn’t believe that a month had passed with no one trying to find you. Was Joker telling the truth?  

It was too absurd to believe. “N-No....  no dad cares about me. He wouldn't.... he wouldn’t give up..” You whispered. You didn’t know who you were trying to convince here, you or The Joker.  

He must’ve seen the doubt starting to creep in for he pushed you a little further. “Are you sure, Y/n? He’s a uh, busy bat! Fighting crime always comes first, you know that better than anyyyyy one. He’s never had time for you...” Joker smiled, watching you blink back tears.  

He enjoyed every minute of tearing down your defenses one lie at a time.  

He leaned away and bit back a smile when you followed, seeking his contact. You were making this child’s play for him.  

“Bats always sent ya away when you were younger. Never letting you err.. blossom to your fullest. He hid you away because you were a failure to him. A mistake. He never cared about you! But guess whaT?”  

Joker waited until you looked up into his grassy green eyes. Were they always so expressive or was it your imagination that made them sparkle? It was the first source of human contact you had in who knows how long. You felt special to have The Joker staring at you the way he was.  

The air in the room was filled with static energy as you waited for Joker’s next words. You craved validation, acceptance, and attention at a time like this. The Joker had starved you for far too long in isolation.  

His hand raised up and softly caressed the side of your face and you missed how his eyes lingered on your lips longer than intended.  

“I care Y/n.” He chuckled seeing you pout, “I mean iT! I’ve been so ah.. cruel to ya. I should’ve treated you better. You want me to treat ya better doll?” 

Joker leaned forward and kissed both of your cheeks. The contact made you jump and blink up at him in shock. If he couldn’t hear your heart beating wildly, then he was deaf.  

You soaked up his form of human contact like a sponge. How long had you been wasting away in this room?  

Was it really a month like Joker had said? Right as Joker was leaning down to kiss you properly, you had a moment of clarity.  

Who was to blame for you being trapped in here? Why were you here in the first place? The answer was right in front of you, buttering you up with sweet lies and fake affection. Joker was playing you like a fiddle, and you were weak enough to fall for it.  

Not anymore.  

The Joker was the enemy. He was full of lies. Dad would never abandon you so why were so inclined to believe this green haired clown? No amount of isolation, no form of torture, could break you to believe such. You couldn’t give up so easily. You were a Wayne. You were born a fighter.  

Joker’s scarred lips ghosted against yours as you shoved him away. “You are nothing but a liar.”  

You enjoyed his brief moment of shock before his eyes cooled into the hard emeralds that they were. 

And just like that the act was over. One second you were in the comfort of Joker’s arms, the next you were tossed aside like trash and his true colors were revealed.  

He towered over you like a titan as you tried to back away but there was simply nowhere to go. You were at Joker’s mercy, and he spared you none. Each kick to your body made you cry out for Joker to stop but he didn’t listen, rather he laughed and kicked harder.  

You grabbed his ankle and begged him to stop but he jerked free and stomped on your wrist in retaliation. The audible crack was background noise to your earsplitting scream— yet it was all music to Joker’s ears.  

He enjoyed the pain of others and yours was icing on the cake.  

You sounded so pretty, so helpless and filled with anguish. He wanted to hear more. He was obsessed. How far could he push you until you gave under pressure? 

Two knocks on the door stole Joker’s attention and his eyes watched as another person entered the room. Joker knew who it was. Anyone else wouldn’t dare enter while he had his fun.  

Frost took one look at you sobbing on the floor before he focused his attention back on his boss. “We got trouble.”  

Joker rolled his eyes at Frost for interrupting his fun although it was probably for the best. He didn’t want to break you just yet. Slow and steady won the race and he had all he time in the world to do so.  

He might’ve went overboard today judging by how you visibly flinched when he moved in your direction, but he knew you’d bounce back defiant as ever. You had to.   

“You’ll have to uhh, excuse me Y/n. It seems.. I’m needed elsewhere. Don’t. You. Move.” He patted your head and laughed all the way out the door.  

The heavy sound of it closing did little to silence your tears.  

The pain was nothing. You were more upset with yourself for not being stronger. Joker was destroying your fighting spirit in record time and you were powerless to stop him.  

The bruises never faded, and it made sleeping even more difficult on your worn mattress.  

Sure, Joker was considerate enough to cast your broken wrist, but it was a small gesture compared to the verbal and added physical abuse he bestowed upon you daily.  

You became Joker’s personal punching bag and there was no end in sight to your suffering.  

Each time the door opened, you were forced to endure Joker’s twisted mind games or his heavy hand. It didn’t matter that you were a woman, in his eyes you deserved every ounce of pain that he inflicted. And when he finally left you bleeding and holding back tears, your own thoughts tortured you some more. 

Did father really abandon you? How was the world’s greatest detective, renowned for his state-of-the-art technology and gadgets, unable to locate his only daughter?  

The days blended together and all the hope you originally had of being rescued, diminished.  

The Joker enjoyed his daily visits with you but he could tell that it wasn’t enough. Your body was obviously battered yet your mind remained intact.  

You still possessed a thread of hope that made you defiant to the end. You spat in Joker's face whenever he was in range, and you rolled your eyes at his half-hearted jokes about killing you.  

“Then do it.” Your snide remarks often led to more beatings that did little to fulfill Joker’s goal.  

Nothing seemed to be working to ultimately break you, so he decided to try a different angle. 

You woke up to the smell of food in the air. Your stomach growled in want, but the reset of your body hurt too much to move. You debated skipping eating all together in favor of rest however that choice was made for you.  

“Sit up.” 

His voice. The root of all of your problems. You didn’t have the strength to be bothered with him today.  

Joker waited for you to move yet when you remained lying down, he became agitated. “I won’T re-peat myself doll.” 

Your voice cracked with your response. “I can’t. It hurts.” You just wanted to be left alone, to hurt in peace but Joker controlled everything here. As if you had a choice to begin with. 

“Lemme help you.” 

Just hearing the offer gave you the strength to flip over to face him. Surely he was joking. He wanted to help you?! After all he did? Screw the consequences, you had to speak your mind. 

“Help me? You want to help me? Okay then. Go away! Far… far away and leave me alone! Or even better! Let me go!  What’s the point of keeping me here? What do you want from me?!”  

During your speech you began to cry and Joker (for the first time in his life) felt guilty. Your timeless beauty was marred by cuts and bruises that he caused, and he couldn’t justify his actions for creating them.  

Somewhere along the way Joker lost focus of the mission.  

It was all a game— to get at Batman but along the way Joker saw how strong you truly were. Anything he tossed your way, you deflected it with ease. You never faltered, never lost hope. Even now as you lay weak and hungry, your eyes set him ablaze.  

You had won, he just didn’t know at what.  

Joker didn’t know what else to do with this failed experiment of his. One thing was certain, he wasn’t letting you go. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on.  

Your rant fizzled off as you stared at Joker.  

There was an odd gleam in his eyes that you were wary of. He looked lost in thought and when he snapped to, you were shocked to see a genuine smile appear on his lips.  

You feared what his thoughts could lead to.  

To mask your fear, you rolled your eyes at his lack of an answer and reached for your dinner tray. Your groan of pain made Joker wince. Were you really in that much pain?  

Without thinking, he smacked your hand away and stabbed a portion of food with the provided fork. The two of you stared at each other in silence waiting for the other to make a move.  

“I can feed myself.” You grumbled.  

Joker gave you an, ‘are you sure about that’ look and tapped the fork to your lips.  

Just thinking about moving used up too much energy and your muscles begged for you to take him up on the offer. The Joker, Gotham City’s notorious criminal, wanted to feed you dinner; who were you to deny him?  

You begrudgingly opened your mouth while looking away from his smug green eyes.  

The act was so demoralizing, but you kept your cool while chewing in silence and opening your mouth for the next morsel.  

Just to be cheeky, you closed your lips around the fork and refused to let go. Joker didn’t think it was funny but he entertained your bratty behavior nonetheless. He considered stabbing your tongue—but thought against it. There was no need to be violent.  

He was trying a different angle to this whole hostage situation he created. Your defenses were down tonight and he would be a fool not to take advantage of them.  

A quick glance to his right confirmed that the video camera was still recording. Perhaps it was time to send a message to daddy dearest and make some progress.  

You were under the impression that Joker was taking pity on you with his nice guy act. He was patient, feeding you bites of food and not shoving it down your throat like he’d done in the past when you tried starving yourself.  

He was being.. (dare you say it) nice. You should’ve known it was too good to be true.  

He finished feeding you and you thought he was moving onto the slice of cake that was on the tray. You had been eyeing it since Joker uncovered it and you licked your lips thinking about the delectable treat.  

It would have to wait. There was an ominous shift in the air that completely blindsided you.  

Joker didn’t know what came over him. He didn’t have any plans when he entered your room tonight. It was supposed to be a simple food drop—nothing more, but the moment his eyes landed on you curled up on the mattress resting so beautifully, what left of his demented mind, checked out early.  

This past month and a half was filled with harsh lessons and far too many close calls. Batman and his ban of birds did everything in their power to find you and they almost succeeded once or twice. 

Thankfully Joker was smart enough to place you inside a shipping container so you could always be mobile and out of reach. You hardly noticed the frequent moves since he coordinated them during your sleeping hours. It also ensured your meals were always hot and fresh since they could just travel to wherever Joker deemed fit to your standards.  

Everything was planned down to the smallest detail, everything except developing feelings for you.  

Now that was out of Joker’s control.  

Underneath the clown façade, Joker was still a man and you were absolutely stunning with your aristocratic beauty and educated mind.  

Your fierce personality drew him in despite you being a means to an end. You were supposed to be a form of entertainment, a toy until Joker got bored and let Batman have his daughter back but over time, Joker became attached to you in an unhealthy way. 

You were Joker’s property, his special secret hidden from the world to do with as he so pleased.  

He stopped hitting you and allowed you time to heal due to some unknown form of guilt. More and more tasty desserts were included with your meals to make up for his abusive behavior, and unbeknownst to you, Joker watched you sleep every night.  

There was something soothing watching you blissfully unaware of the monster in your bed. He could slit your throat in your sleep but he didn’t. No, that would be a waste.  

Joker found it better to sleep beside you and hold you close. He knew you would freak out if you knew all the liberties that he took while you were asleep.  

From tracing your major arteries with a knife to leaving lipstick marks all over your skin—his feelings for you were disturbing and perfectly justified in his opinion.  

Joker didn’t want the traditional lovey dovey crap most couples shared because he wasn’t normal. He wanted to own, to control, to destroy you completely and then protect the broken pieces that remained. 

There was no concept of love in Joker’s mind and there never would be. Seeing you so docile as he fed you was the breaking point. He got a taste of your submissive side and craved more.  

Why couldn’t you just give in and break already? You brought this upon yourself. You forced Joker to do this. 

He blocked out the sound of your cries and wrestled your arms down to onto the mattress. His only goal was to get you naked and when you began to struggle more, he took matters into his own hands. 

Joker grabbed the army knife from his pocket and sliced your clothes off. One motion caught your skin and you howled as the sharp metal tore it open. Joker saw red bubble to the surface and dove down to lick you clean.  

He didn’t like hearing your voice filled with pain. It distracted him from getting hard and after staring you in the eye, you quickly got the message. Keep quiet or else.  

You tried not to make a sound louder than your whimpers. You didn’t want to provoke Joker’s wrath.  

“Much better. So pretty.” Joker hummed to himself when you were laid bare beneath him although he frowned seeing tears staining your cheeks. “Shhhhhh, hey hey. Look at me... Behave and it won’t hurT.”  

He watched your lip wobble as you remained quiet. Your wrists were being held down by Joker’s hand, leaving you powerless to squirm away and he loved the power scale tipping in his favor. Good. You would always be beneath him.  

He struggled a bit to unzip his fly but managed to get his cock out without letting you go. A shame you were being bratty and didn’t prepare yourself for this. He really had to do everything around here.  

Joker spat on his hand and worked it up and down his cock, groaning to himself at the feeling. His eyes roamed over his doll and admired your beauty mid stoke. You had curves in all the right places that begged to be fondled. He wanted to touch them, but if he let go of your hands, you would act out.  

He could see the fire burning in your eyes. If he gave you an inch, you’d take a mile.  

Yet it was criminal not to mark you up the way he wanted.  

Joker sighed as he lined himself up with your pussy. You panicked and tried moving away from his tip tapping your opening with heavy slaps to no avail.  

“Are ya gonna behave doll?” 

He shifted his weight and applied more pressure on your healing broken wrist when you continued to rebel. The searing pain made you bite your lip and cease struggling altogether.  

“Now. Are you gonna be a errr.. good doll for me n’ stay realllllllly still?” Joker sang.  

Your lip curled back, ready to cuss him out, instead a loud scream took escaped your lips as Joker began to force his way inside your dry entrance.  

It burned. It ached. He was tearing you apart and you shook your head in agony as it continued without end. You didn’t think about the consequences, you bucked your hips away from the unwanted invasion.  

You knew you were in trouble the moment Joker said your name in warning. 

“What. Did. I just say doll? Dumb b___h.” 

Joker let go of your wrists to hold your hips instead. Once he found purchase, he began thrusting in and out of your pussy. His pleasure was your torment. Your silent tears spurred him on and he swatted your hands away that tried to push him off.  

Nothing would stop him after he got a taste of you. He was an idiot for not taking you sooner. 

“Haha, you’re grippin’ me soooooo tight doll. Ease up for me!” Joker groaned louder to drown out your pathetic pleas. He would not slow down; you were too perfect to stop now.  

He noticed the camera in the corner and got an idea. “Are ya enjoying yourself, doll? Why don’tcha give the ah.. a-audience a good show? Go on. Tell him how you feel.”   

You forgot all about the recorder in the room! Your sharp gasp was music to his ears. You tried to turn away, but Joker would have none of that. He grabbed your jaw and forcibly turned your face towards the lens. Your tears were a paid actor for his production.  

“Ya see that Bats? ThaT, oh f__k... t-that is the face of your failure. She’s all mine and I’m gonna take ahaha.. verrry good care of her. All mine.. d__n it..” Joker choked back a moan and licked the tears from your face as he sped up his thrusts. If he kept this up, he would cum before the fun really started. Although he shouldn’t have to be the only one getting off.  

With a smug grin, he snaked a hand down to rub messy circles on your clit.  

The response was instantaneous. You threw your head back with a mewl on your tongue. He felt the result of his adventurous touch the same time you let out an unexpected moan. “Oh? Ya like that doll?” He mocked.  

He laughed at you trying to deny deny deny but your body was speaking on your behalf.  

You tightened around him and he felt the slick begin to coat his cock. He arched an eyebrow at the sudden turn of events. You really were enjoying this. He wondered... 

He stroked your clit faster and was rewarded by another sweet moan gracing his ears. His doll made the prettiest sounds under distress. He could see the confusion dancing across your features.  

“Ohhhhhh Bats! You have a naughty.. naughty girl! Enjoying my touch after begging me to stop just minutes ago? Ah.. mmm, it's okay doll! M-Moan louder. Enjoy ittt, I know I am. Mm, you feel better the uh wetter you become.” 

Joker stopped mid thrust when you clenched down unexpectedly on him. Were you trying to crush him to death?  

He wondered if you could feel him throbbing in your pussy. Your tiny fists were beating on his clothed chest but there was no point in pretending.  

You were enjoying yourself and if he was correct to assume, you were getting close. You just needed a little push and Joker had just the thing.  

“I knew you were secretly a whore. Only dirty sluts get off on being used like a toy. Hehe. It's a-always the quiet ones f__k!” Joker chuckled to himself followed by a shuddering groan. You were very close. He had to act fast.  

Without warning he bit down hard on your shoulder. You moaned out before covering your mouth with your hand. It was too late; Joker already knew what kind of woman you were. He bit harder and rejoiced as blood bubbled up to the surface to coat his lips. Finally, he was marking you up the way you deserved.  

He sped up his thrusts, laughing at the sloppy sound of wet skin on skin in the room. His cock happily slid in and out of your pussy now that you were horny.  

You were shaking your head in denial even as your legs shivered on Joker’s shoulders. He licked the fresh bite mark clean before whispering in your ear.  

“Let go Y/n. Shatter into a thousand tiny lit-tle pieces— and when you snap them back together, I'll be righT here to ruin you all over again. And again. And again. I will always break you just the way you need. The way you deserve. So go on. Do itttt. B-Break for me.... For us.”  

Joker thought you were beautiful before, seeing you admit defeat and cum was a vision from heaven.  

Your cheeks darkened in color as your lips parted like the sea to allow carnal bliss to fall from its depths. You twitched uncontrollably in Joker’s hold, and he was more than happy to pull you in close as you fell apart on his cock.  

You rode the wave of pleasure and swept Joker along with the force. He was caught off guard by your tightening cunt and came with your name a whisper on his lips.  

No drug could ever compare to the high you gave him.  

He saw new sounds and heard colors that he couldn’t name. His breath came in short pants as he came down. Words failed him, his head was still too foggy to process the world around him.  

What could one say after an orgasm that intense? He just came inside your quivering hole, and he already wanted to do it again.   

He couldn’t find the energy to even think coherently! All he could do was flop down next to you and sort out his senses in the right categories.  

His paint-stained hands wandered aimlessly and began playing with the ends of your hair, much to your horror. While Joker floated in post-coital bliss, you fell back to your harsh reality.  

You let this monster have sex with you and even worse, you enjoyed it.  

You felt dirty, cheap, a literal failure. You allowed The Joker to touch you, to make you feel good. You came from his ministrations. God, you could feel him softening inside your used pussy. Your inner thighs felt sticky, and you shuddered realizing that The Joker came inside you. The room began to spin as you spiraled into a panic attack.  

What would dad think when he found out? What if you became pregnant with this monster’s child. You felt sick to your stomach and feeling Joker playing with your hair, as if nothing was wrong, tipped you over the edge.  

“Don’t touch me!” You wailed. Your shout made Joker come to and instinctively hold you closer to his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on inside your head, but you didn’t have to be so loud. 

“Doll... I ahh uh, already touched ya.” He rubbed up and down your back despite you flinching from his touch.  

You made eye contact with the video recorder in the corner and Joker curiously followed your gaze. Oh. That would explain your sour mood. You were smart and deduced what he would do with the footage. “Listen Y/n..” 

A knock at the door interrupted Joker’s sentence. He didn’t move an inch as he granted whomever on the other side entry.  

You tried maintaining your modesty but it was a useless effort. You were bare as the day you were born in Joker’s arms and he wasn’t letting you go. 

Joker’s henchman walked in and struck a conversation with the clown, pretended as if you didn’t exist. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die you were so embarrassed.  

You didn’t notice what was going on until Joker snapped his fingers in your face. “Huh?” 

Joker rolled his eyes at your lack of awareness. He sat up straight and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I said..... take a bath while I’m gone. I uh.. took your chain off for ya.”  

He pointed at your bare ankle that was in fact free of the heavy metal. You twisted your leg, feeling the freedom granted to you.  

You wanted to thank Joker but he was already walking out the door with his henchman. And just like that, you were alone. The silence was unbearable as the full reality hit you full force.  

You didn’t fight back. Why did you give in so easily? Why did you miss the warmth of Joker body against yours? Just what was wrong with you for craving his touch?  

Screw taking a bath, you ran straight towards the toilet to empty your stomach.  

Sleep did not come to you when your mind was abuzz with doubt. 

You paced the room while biting your nails and reliving your time spent with Joker over and over. You were beyond restless thinking about your uncertain future. What would Joker do now that he got what he wanted? 

Would you be killed off and discarded like trash? Would your family be given the chance to mourn your passing? Would they even know what became of you? There were too many questions and not enough answers. One thing was for certain, you refused to sit around and wait for your fate.  

For some unknown reason Joker removed your chain. It was a sliver of hope that you planned on exploiting.  

The heavy metal door loomed in the distance. Before it served as a reminder of how trapped you were; now it was a shining beacon of hope. Either coincidental or simply a miracle, Joker also took the elusive camera with him. Nothing was stopping you from running, and nothing was holding you back.  

Joker had slashed your clothes to ribbons but the woolen blanket on the mattress was still intact for you to wrap around your body.  

It left you feeling far too exposed, but you had no other option available. Once covered, you padded over to the door and turned the handle to freedom. 

The hallway was dark and ominous before you.  

You weren’t sure if you wanted to venture into the unknown. You looked at the barren cell you were forced to inhabit and back into the dark void, weighing the odds.  

You took the first step, then another, and another until you were walking with haste—desperately searching for an exit.  

Your heart was beating loudly in your ears as you stumbled across a door with light poking out underneath the frame. It was the only lead you had so far towards an exit. You slowly pushed it open and regretted it instantly.  

The room full of men all stopped their various conversations to stare you caught like a deer in headlights in the doorway. You quite literally walked into a den of wolves.  

“Well well. Look what we have here!” One guy catcalled.  

They all leered at your body poorly wrapped up in a blanket. It was obvious your purpose here at their hideout. Free entertainment.  

The door slammed shut behind you, trapping you again, only this time in far more hostile conditions. You berated yourself for leaving the safety of your cell if this was the cost. You could barely defend yourself against Joker. There were too many men here to even consider escaping.  

You backtracked right into a broad chest and the male laughed at you already cowering in fear.  

He roughly pulled your hair while another pair of hands ripped your blanket away to knead your breasts. Whistles and laughter broke out in the room at the sight. “The Boss been keepin’ this from us!? Look! She’s freshly used too!”  

You screamed as fingers stabbed their way into your cunt and explored inside. Their hands weren't like Jokers. There was no pleasure to be gained here and unlike before, your body did not warm up to the stimuli.  

You were in pain as they groped and fondled your body and despite Joker being the origin to all your problems, you cried out his name to save you. 

Someone yanked your hair again before shattering all your hopes with a handful of words. “Ya think the boss is gonna help you? You are nuthin’ to him! Just a warm hole for him to use. And now it's our turn.” 

You closed your eyes to block out the pain. The last of your fighting spirit faded away as a lone tear rolled down your cheek. 

Frost and Joker were waking back towards your room when they heard the loud commotion coming from the common room.  

It was well in the night and nothing of note should’ve excited the men to be so rowdy. Most of them should’ve been on patrols in the first place.  

Frost merely shrugged his shoulders and followed his Boss.  

Curiosity killed the cat, but Joker was not so simple minded. He knew something was wrong. He wasn't religious by any means, but he prayed that this didn’t involve you.  

He barged into the common room ready to scold his men when his worst fears came to light.  

Joker didn’t think, he simply acted until nothing else stood in his way to get to you. Frost could handle the aftermath of his rage—you were the only constant in Joker’s mind the second he opened the door and saw you in distress.  

He left you just a few hours prior, safe and accounted for in your room. He left to prepare better accommodations to reflect your newfound status in his life. Joker took great care of his possessions, and you deserved better than being tucked away in some dingy shipping container. You didn’t belong on the floor like a cheap whore. No, you were worthy to be displayed, dressed up like the doll Joker wanted you to be. 

 Never did he imagine he would return to this. 

He fought his way to your side and fell to his knees by your side. His green eyes were wide with an unknown emotion as they took in your battered form.  

He didn’t want to touch and accidentally hurt you any further yet something about the thousand-yard stare in your eyes told him you were no longer here to feel anything at all. Joker knew how ruthless his men were, but this was barbaric.  

He didn’t regret killing them after what they done. His only remorse was not making them suffer more before death.  

Joker gathered you up in his arms and tried shaking you back into focus. “Y/n? Y/n, c'mon doll! Look at me.. s-say something!?” He pleaded.  

You mumbled something inaudible and curled up into a ball.  

Rage. Guilt and surprisingly shame. Joker’s mind was wild with this flood of new emotions.  

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have a single cell of compassion in his body, yet the sight of his newest toy utterly broken (and not of his own doing) had him feeling remorseful.  

“I... I don’T.. I...” Joker gathered his thoughts with a deep inhale.  

Frost watched the intimate scene while kicking over a body. It was a bloody mess in here; however, that had to wait.  

Frost could tell his Boss needed some assistance. “I’ll run a bath.” Frost said offhandedly.  

It would point Joker in the right direction at least rather than rocking you back and forth on the floor to no avail. The comment snapped Joker out of his musing.  

Emerald eyes roamed over your sleeping form. “Bath. Y-Yeah uh she needs a uh.. bath.” 

He nodded to himself and slowly rose to his feet to carry you out of the common room. He passed up your old room in favor of his own that had more privacy. Not like it would matter. You had yet to speak.  

This was not the outcome Joker had planned. Even after he washed you clean and tucked you into bed— he sat by your side contemplating his next move.  

You were no longer the shiny doll he wanted on his shelf. His own men had ruined you. They took away your feisty demeanor and all conscience thought from you that made this game fun.  

Joker tried to get you to speak, to react to anything, but you remained stagnant, blinking owlishly at the wall until sleep finally took you.  Nothing of the defiant Y/n that Joker had grown to like remained.  

You left him with no other alternative. He got what he wanted, and it was time to move on.  

In three more days, it would mark your two-month long disappearance. Bruce would be a liar if he said he didn’t count the days if not the minutes that you were gone.  

He blamed himself for your capture and the boys tried their hardest to steer him in the right direction and not spiral into depression. Bruce loved all his children, but you were his by blood. You held a special place in Bruce’s heart and as such, he spent every waking second trying to find you. 

No expenses were spared, and any lead (no matter how small) were investigated. Joker was smart, but Bruce was smarter. He would find you.  

Dick and Tim investigated a possible lead and discovered where you were originally being held. You still had a sweet tooth and your favorite bakery recognized your custom order being placed and tipped off Wayne Enterprises about the person who picked it up. 

Unfortunately, The Joker moved you before Batman could arrive at the location but now they knew you were still alive. It strengthened their hopes in finding you safe and sound.  

Numerous rescue attempts were thwarted in the following weeks, but they never gave up. There would be another lead, they would have another chance to save you.  

All hope was not lost. 

Their patience was rewarded the day the Batcomputer picked up a signal on your tracker. It was finally online for the first time in months. Everyone scrambled to assemble at the pinned location. Bruce was ready for a fight and mentally prepared himself to do anything necessary to get you back.  

None of the boys were prepared to arrive at the back of your office building. It seemed to be a mistake, it had to be. Was Joker sending them on a wild goose chase? Bruce scanned the area but there was only one faint heat signature detected. His nerves were on edge, already assuming the worst.  

Bruce’s heart stopped beating when he saw a body lying in the delivery drop-off/ loading area. He didn’t wait for the others to secure the area. His father instincts were in overdrive as he rushed to your side, calling out your name.  

You were unresponsive with only a tattered blanket covering your shivering form. That’s when Bruce saw the bruises painting your body and the cast still present on your wrist. He didn’t want to believe that this battered woman was his spit-fire daughter.  

You were a shell of your former self when Bruce finally roused you awake. The fire that once blazed intently within your e/c eyes was gone and it was evident what The Joker did to you.  

“Bruce, look.” Dick said as he picked up something near your feet.  

Scattered around your body was a deck of playing cards. On the joker card a note was written in red.  

You can have her back Bats; I don’t like broken dolls. 

[warnersister]

“Peaky Blinders Masterlist”

Headcannons📽️����️

👩‍🍼How the Peaky boys react when you tell them you don’t want children

👼How the Peaky boys react when they find out the reader is a virgin

🥐How the Peaky boys react when dating a girl with a praise kink (nsfw)

👗How the Peaky boys react to you wearing a sundress (nsfw)

Isaiah Jesus♟️

♟️Dark! Isaiah Jesus x Reader -> you try to leave him

♟️Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

Michael Gray🎱

🎱Intoxicating Toxicity -> song based headcannon

🎱Your Lethal Hand -> Tom killed your husband and now you shall retaliate

🎱Tea in the Cotswolds -> Michael is tasked with entertaining a wealthy business associate’s daughter while the rest talk business (author’s fav🩷🩷)

Luca Changretta🚬

🚬ultimatum -> your brother Thomas has a decision to make: your life or many

Alfie Solomons🧸

🧸the silent treatment -> you can’t stay quiet and mad at him forever, not if Alfie can help it

🧸if you’ll have me -> the oddly timed belated visit to his synagogue gave reason for Alfie to keep visiting (Jewish reader)

🧸by the book of liviticus -> how Alfie acts while his wife practises being a niddah (Jewish reader)

Finn Shelby🎞️

🎞️Pre Traumatic Stress Disorder -> Finn sees his brothers’ wives comforting them when they have a PTSD episode, why can’t he tell a little white lie and get the same treatment from you?

Tommy Shelby🪖

���Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

Arthur Shelby🍺

🍺Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

[reyalvr]

HEY POOKS i have a request(idk if there closed or not so please lmk) so like reader who hates physical touch finally holds aonungs finger like when there walking together and like his reaction?? idk first time requesting and your my fav writer❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

NEW BEGINNINGS.

୨⎯ in which first impressions are changed – slightly. ⎯୧

genre┊ chaotic fluff, enemies-to-friends, slight e2l if you squint hard enough

pairing┊ao���nung x fem-sully!reader 

wordcount┊2.9k

warnings┊none, ao’nung is just an idiot (so nothing new) 

author’s note┊ vv cute request but i’m ngl i did end up struggling a bit trying to come up with a scenario for this T^T again, sorry if i had to modify it a bit! hope you still like it anon <//3 also the scene where ao’nung takes lo’ak outside the reef doesn’t happen here! also i'm encouraging you guys to listen to the song rec i added because it really just ties everything in together LMFOAHGHJD (edit: i’ll write a sweeter drabble soon too help)

song recs ┊ lujon.

When you had first arrived at Awa'atlu, Ao’nung had pegged you as the silent, strong-willed eldest daughter of the Sully family. During training you only ever kept to yourself, practicing on your own as soon as you mastered whatever technique they were teaching you that day. You weren’t rude, just very stand-offish.

So stand-offish to the point where not even his insults or antics could get a reaction out of you. It drove him mad, really. Your other siblings, save for probably Neteyam, had given him the reaction that he had expected, wanted even. He thrived on attention, be it bad or good – it’s what made him feel confident. 

So when you arrived here, paying him no mind, his brain had gone haywire. He tried doing everything he could – jokes, pranks, and hell, even compliments for minor achievements. Those didn’t work, and he was just about to give up on garnering anything out of you until today happened. He hadn’t seen it coming.

He had spotted you and Kiri by the shore, sitting together as you admired the sand. Ao’nung was aware that this environment was new to you, yet he still found it strange how you always managed to be so entranced by every single thing. He murmured something to his friends, and they snickered at his words.

You turned then, your bright yellow eyes looking at all of them with disinterest. He flashed you a smile and again you did nothing, not even an eye roll. He felt it falter, though he kept it up as soon as your sister lifted herself out of the water. 

“Huh? What’d you say?” She asked, her tone so welcomingly friendly. 

“Are you some kind of… freak?” He teased, his hands coming up to grab her arm. 

“No,” She answered flatly, trying to pull herself out of his grasp.

He waved it around then, as if it were some toy. His friends all laughed at your sister’s hand, treating her like some kind of deformity. You quickly pulled her out of their circle, your face slowly forming a scowl. His eyes widened slightly as he took note of your reaction – success? Not quite, but nearly. He continued on with his antics, hoping that today would finally be the day he got something out of you. 

You didn’t understand why Ao’nung was so fixated on treating you and your family like shit. He was a menace, and you honestly couldn’t believe you’d made it this far without retaliating against him. You wanted to yell at them to stop, but you knew that you would only be provoking them. 

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re not even real na’vi.” Ao’nung continued, his hand now coming up to pull on your tail.

You yelped, instantly turning to face him. If looks could kill, he would’ve been dead the moment you laid eyes on him. You hated it when strangers touched you without warning, let alone people you hated. Eywa, you wanted nothing more than to smack the entitlement out of this boy. But still you remained silent, opting to just walk away from the situation. 

You heard your brothers then, suddenly joining the crowd. Lo’ak guided the both of you further away while Neteyam stopped whatever else was about to fly out of Ao’nung’s mouth. Your scowl remained though, and you kept your death stare focused on him and his circle of idiots. 

“And from now on,” Neteyam concluded, his expression just as pissed as yours, if not, even more. “I need you to respect my sisters.”

He made eye-contact with you briefly, and something about the look in his eyes told you that he had no intention of keeping his word. You scowled even deeper. 

One of his friends actually had the gall to hiss at your brother, though Ao’nung had made the smart choice of holding him off. Neteyam made his way back to you now, gesturing for you guys to head back to the village. And you were going to– really, you were, but Ao’nung just couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. 

“Look at them, they’re all freaks. Especially quiet girl,” He said, his tone hushed but loud enough for you to still hear. “She’s already a four-fingered freak, what more if she can’t even handle a little tug.”

He had his back turned to you as you stomped angrily towards him, your fist already clenched at your side. His friends had no time to warn him as you angrily jerked his shoulder, making him face you. 

“[Y/N] leave it be!” Kiri begged, but it was already too late. 

You decked him, hard. He stumbled as he fell, landing straight into the shallow water. He blinked slowly as he regained whatever balance he had left, his hand coming up to caress his cheek. Everyone looked at you in shock. In your entire stay with the Metkayina clan, never did you act out this rashly before. In fact, you never acted out at all. 

“Four-fingered freak, you say?” Your tone was taunting him, your tail swinging rapidly as you tried your best to keep yourself at bay. “You mean the freak who just put you on your ass?”

His friends hissed at you, already lunging towards your direction for the insult. They didn’t make it two steps in as your brothers had already stepped in for you, swinging hits left and right. You were pushed out of the way, and you staggered backwards until you were next to Kiri again. 

She gave you a look, and though you were older than her it felt like you were the younger one moments away before getting a scolding. In the end you had to pry your brothers away, eventually meeting up with your father by one of the pathways. All of you, except for Kiri, kept your heads bowed as you listened to your father’s words of displeasure. 

To say he looked disappointed would be an understatement. He was pissed, yes, but more importantly he was embarrassed. He had asked of you guys one thing, and you had tried so hard to live up to your promise of respect. But today was your last straw. 

You could tell your father was torn between having to scold you or let you go with just a warning. He knew now of Ao’nung’s torment, yet he didn’t want to jeapordize the safety the village provided for your family. 

Wanting to fix this mess immediately, he walked the three of you to the chief’s marui. You sighed and closed your eyes as you walked, mad at yourself for even escalating this stupid situation in the first place. You had everything under control, but all it took was one tail tug and a few harsh words to have your composure come crashing down. 

Ao’nung leaned on the side of his marui now, watching as you and your brothers apologized for your actions. He held a cloth with medicinal paste against his cheek, his cuts stinging as he continued to dab it on. His mother and father stood beside him, their presence the only thing keeping him from mumbling any more digs at you.

You were the last to speak, and he could tell that you didn’t want to do this. You took a few moments before you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with such resentment. The hand you had used to give him the bruising wound below his eye was still tightly fisted, your knuckles still red from the amount of force you had used in one blow. 

“I am sorry,” You started, so much distaste in your words. “So sorry that I hit you. And I am even more sorry that I put you on your ass.” 

Lo’ak snorted quietly, trying to keep quiet so as to not piss your dad off even more. You felt your father nudge your shoulder, and you redid your apology, this time with a little less sarcasm and annoyance. 

Ao’nung’s parents sighed heavily as they approved of your words, followed by his father demanding that he apologize as well for his insults. He had tried to protest, but one look from Tonowari was enough to have him muttering a half-assed apology. 

You didn’t care, it wasn’t sincere anyway. And even if it were, you had no intention of accepting it. Once all was said and done, you were the first one to go. You walked away, your expression back to its nonchalant one. You held your head up high, no longer hanging it in embarrassment. 

Ao’nung had remained in his place, his mind still processing what had happened today. He was successful in his mission, but could it really be a success if he was the one injured? Could it really be a success if your feelings toward him were only momentarily, your stoic persona coming back almost instantly?

Needless to say though, the reaction he got out of you was unexpected. He knew you were tough, your father was Toruk Makto for crying out loud. But he wasn’t ready for your physical retaliation. Even at the beach, he only stared at you as his friends tried to defend him. 

He winced again as he remembered the pain on his cheek, the bruised spot feeling incredibly sore. He was thankful that you didn’t aim for his jaw, since that truly would have shut him up for good. He brought his hand up, slightly tapping the tender area. Who would’ve known that a quiet little thing like you had so much power? Not him, clearly.

He continued to stand there, still examining all his injuries. His sister came up to him then, just coming back from wherever she had been. She looked at him, her eyes darting from bruise to bruise. What happened? her gaze said, though he had a feeling she already had an idea of the events that transpired today.

He only brushed her off, turning to walk back inside the pod. She followed after him, persistent in getting answers out of her brother. Tsireya sat in front of him, not leaving her place until he spoke. He gave her a look, but she gave him a look as well in return.

He groaned under his breath and rolled his eyes before he finally told her everything; the teasing, the taunts, the fight, your punch. She put a hand up to her mouth, much like how Lo’ak tried to compress his laughter a while ago. How fitting. 

“Are you laughing?” He said, slightly offended that his own sister found his failures funny. 

She pressed her lips into a tight line, shaking her head instantly, though he could see her fighting a grin. She put a hand up to his shoulder, patting him lightly as she got up, taking an empty basket with her. 

“Oh big brother, just what have you gotten yourself into?” She said, the suppressed laugh from earlier sprinkled in her words. “If [Y/N] didn’t already despise you before, she definitely does now.”

“Why should I care?” He said as he stood, facing his sister with his arms crossed. 

“Why should you care?” She turned and parroted his words, eyes wide at how infuriatingly dense Ao’nung was. “Need I remind you that she is the daughter of Toruk Makto, one of the greatest war leaders of our time.” 

“She was on the path to becoming Olo’eykte of the Omatikaya,” He was about to interrupt her until she put her hand up, stopping him from saying anything before she finished. “It is not wise to have her as an enemy.” 

“So, what, are you saying I should apologize?” He said. “I already did.”

She put a hand on her hip, clearly starting to get frustrated with her older brother. “No, you didn’t. And yes, I am telling you to go apologize to her – truthfully and sincerely this time.” 

He wanted to protest against her, but she quickly tossed the basket she was holding to him. “Go now. She will be by the docks gathering materials for her family’s feast tonight.” 

“But-” He tried, but Tsireya had already made up her mind in making him go in her place.

“How do you even know where she is?” He asked, his face scrunched up as he reluctantly made his way out of the marui. 

“Because unlike you, I don’t treat her like an outcast. And besides, she likes me.” She said, her shoulders shrugging up at the last phrase. She smacked him on the back of his head before he was fully out of the pod, reiterating her words as he continued on his way.

He found you then, folding dried leaves into your basket. You were right where Tsireya had said you would be, sitting quietly like always. You looked at peace in your solace, your body free of any tension. Your hair was up haphazardly, free from your usual taut braids. The evening breeze had finally come, the sky going from bright blue to muted orange. 

He coughed as he made his way towards you, breaking the relaxing solitude you were relishing in. You looked up, still continuing on with whatever you were doing. Your loathing stare was enough to make him fidget in his place before he finally decided to speak up. 

“I, uh,” He stuttered. Actually stuttered. He cursed himself mentally before continuing. “I just wanted to say that I am sorry. Again.” 

You blinked away boredly, only humming and nodding your head in response. You quickly took your basket with you as you got up, already making your way back to your pod. You didn’t want to be alone with the reef boy any longer, Eywa only knows what you’d do if he dared to provoke you once more. 

“[Y/N] wait-” He said, clumsily turning as he grabbed your arm.

You hissed at him, his grip on your arm falling as soon as he saw your reaction. Right, you did not like being touched without warning. He put his arms up, trying to show that he meant no harm. 

“Are you not satisfied yet, hm? Does your ego still need to be fed?” You said, eyebrows furrowing as you continued to berate him. “You won! All you wanted was a reaction, right? Well you got it!” 

“No!” He argued back, annoyance starting to creep up on him. This was pointless, of course you wouldn’t be willing to accept his apology, let alone be in his presence for more than five minutes. “I am trying to apologize, please just listen-”

“Kalweyaveng,” You muttered under your breath, hand coming up to hold your forehead as you tried to calm your nerves. You had already caused one scene today, you weren’t about to start another. You took a few breaths before you finally faced him again, trying to remain nonchalant as you, aversely, heard him out.

He tried to maintain eye-contact with you, but your stare was just so deep. It felt like you were trying to burn holes into his head the longer he stared at you. You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow raised as you were clearly getting impatient in the ever growing silence.

“Let’s call a truce.” He finally breathed out, his arm already outstretched in your direction. “New beginnings.” 

You looked up at him, then down to his arm, then up back to him again. You squinted, unsure if he would be able to stick to his word. Not that it mattered, you were more than capable of handling any situation if he decided to break his vow. But still, a truce was an important promise, and it needed to be held truthfully all throughout. 

It was painfully awkward now, his smug demeanor vanishing the longer he stayed quiet. He cursed his sister for setting him up to this, and he cursed himself even more for agreeing. He did not have to do this, he was the chief’s son – next in line for Olo’eyktan. But, regrettably, he knew Tsireya’s words were right. You were a mighty hunter, with a legacy of powerful warriors before you. It really wouldn’t be wise to have you against him. 

“Please,” He said, breaking the silence. “I swear to Eywa that I will not break this vow.” 

Your ears perked up at this – swearing on the Great Mother meant that someone was serious. You scoffed, huh, he actually meant it. You took his hand then, wrapping your fingers around his forearm as you shook in agreement. Though his hands were rough, they were gentle on you as he took note of your uncomfortableness with strangers. 

You never liked the feeling of touch from people you didn’t know, and you still don’t, but Ao’nung’s warmth didn’t feel as bad now than compared to before. 

“Truce.” You said, slowly removing your arm away from him. 

He grinned. You frowned. He stopped grinning. 

He walked with you now, keeping up with your pace. “So, what now, tree girl?” He teased. 

You gave him a look as if to say ‘really?’, and he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, we are friends now, right? I can call you that?” 

You stopped, turning to the side to face him. You threw him your heavy basket unexpectedly, and he stumbled back as he tried to catch it without spilling any of the contents. 

“Oh yeah, we are friends now, fish lips.” You said, tone laced in sarcasm. “And since we’re friends, you can carry that for me, right?” 

You continued on your way then, not waiting for his reply. He watched you for a bit as you walked ahead, and he laughed slightly.

May Eywa bless him with the strength to earn your trust. 

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[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

So one funny thing everyone must have figured out by now is that I love Jaune X Kali... Like, a lot, hell her Serenades already at 8K and not even done...

But with that said I also do love Ghira, like dude is right after Ren on my fav guys a and right above Sun...

It lowkey kinda sucks cuz I always feel a bit bad, but now I think I got a reasoning that I like.

So as we know the loss of a child can be a harrowing experience, and many couples break up or divorce because of it. Simply put Blake Running away caused Kali and Ghira to divorce.

This makes sense to me because the only talk over this was in the comic... Yeah I know right, but with that said I do kinda think it was handle right. Kali told Blake that they didn't blame her but themselves for letting Adam and the fang influence her.

The reason they divorced wasn't because the hated each other, but because when they looked at one another, they saw all the traits of their daughter. And what sealed the deal was when the first thoughts of blaming each other sunk in.

They never stopped looking, stopped trying to find Blake, and never stopped caring about one another. But slowly the romatic love fafed, replaced by a platonic, almost familial love.

And also I lowkey love the idea of Kali realizing when girls like ghira and acting as his wing woman despite his protest.

One of which is... Carla Winchester! cuz I do love that age gap, but also another I can see is Rogue, Jaune's older sister too... Cuz again, age gap. But also because their both the eldest daughters of the respected families and would be looking for a nice, matured, Sophisticated man... And Good God Have You Seen The Muscles On Ghira!?

And then there are two more Faunus girls I really like too. Mikado Lem from Arrowfall, who you interact with with Blake and receives her bow.

And Mrs. Clementine from the comic, a blonde cat Faunus mother of two human children whose brother was shot by Adam and killed himself in a drunken stupor.

She did resent Blake but upon her apologizing she showed a warmer affectionate side and forgave her... And Then Was Implied To Have Been Killed Alongside Her Children By The White Fang!?

Nope! Nah-uh, not happening! She Lived, She Met Ghira And Now his need for Cat Ears Can Still Be Sainted!

I'll probably make the these two models after I manage to make a acceptable Ghira

[just-some-random-blogger]

Game of Chairs

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: The icy prince has been irked by you ever since your public rejection and had plans to bring you to your knees. Little did he know, you were the only daughter of a house who had only known sons for generations; you did not know how to yield.

Word Count: >600

Warnings: Fem!reader, spoiled brat!reader, gaslight gatekeep girlboss reader, annoying!Daemon my fav <3, typos, etc.

A/N: inspired by this post

You were a miracle.

"You should be glad to even be graced by my presence."

Daemon scoffed at the memory that echoed in his head. His ears then rang at the sound of your unabashed laughter a table away. His eyes narrowed as he watched you joke with your lady friends.

Bitchiest miracle, if you asked him.

Two of your endless supply of male cousins made their way to you, and you snap at them for making passes on your friends mid-conversation.

Daemon, slouched on his seat, grabs his cup and downed it as he watched the two morons retreat after your chastising. The two ladies who had caught their attention giggle to themselves.

The prince cannot control his own eyes from rolling after you do so at your cousins.

"It must still sting," a random voice calls.

Daemon did not even hear it, since he was intently looking in your direction, up until he added, "but no one can fault you, my prince. Every man has been scorned by the darling miracle."

Daemon turns to the whoever-the-fuck that speaks and regrets it when he thinks it's his cue to continue, "she has turned suitors left and right, and no one says a word against it because they, too, believe no one will ever be good enough for her."

"Well," another voice adds, "first daughter after ten generations and the youngest child of 5, who was born six years after her previous brother - not to mention she is slightly indeed--"

Daemon stands from his seat and gives a dirty look before promptly storming away.

It was important to note the direction of his storm was directly towards you.

The moment you lay eyes on him from the corner of the room you had taken to gossiping with your friends, your face dropped from amusement to incredulousness.

Daemon had his gaze fixed upon you as he effectively went to your clique and made your whispers to another scarce.

"Ladies," he greets, proceeding to look at everyone else but you.

You do your best to ignore him and reignite your previous talk, but that was until Daemon headed for your vacated chair on the table, making himself comfortable between your brothers, surrounded by your cousins.

The men at the table all turn to him; whether they had been eating, drinking, talking, or otherwise, it all came to a stand still, and dare he ever admit, Daemon reveled in the attention from all the men in your house. It was especially exciting how they all looked at so dirtily.

Daemon knows you're behind him because their gazes shift.

The prince smirks, tilting his eyes up to you and your annoyed expression, "what's that look for?"

"You're in my seat," you quip before adding a bit too long after to actually mean it, "my prince."

He leans back, "how astute of you."

You purse your lips into a pulled smile, "why are you in my seat?"

Daemon shifts, "it's quite comfortable," he turns to your brother, "don't you agree, Barak?"

That was not your brother's name.

Daemon is unfazed by the dark stare he got in return and, in fact, beamed as he gazed back up at you. A smirk grows on his lips when he catches the way you grind your teeth, "what? It's not like you were using it."

"Get off," you speak firmly-- you command.

He chuckles, "you're commanding your prince?" He spreads his thighs and purses his lips, "if you are so keen on keeping your spot, why did you leave it?"

"I do not understand why this concerns you."

Daemon breathily chuckles, turning to his feet then back to you with a reinvigorated smile, "it concerns me because if you would like to keep sitting here, then you shall have to sit on my lap."

Your eldest brother, who was sitting right next to Daemon, shoots up to his feet. The chair screeched when it is forced back by the movement.

Daemon's eyes dart to him, smugness unwavering, "or next to me," he raises a hand, "as your brother has so graciously offered his chair."

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ an exorcist’s edge ]❜

ft. meloco kyoran x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ meloco failed to exorcise a succubus who thinks that she’s super cute & came to pay her a visit┊3.1k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub meloco┊dubcon & noncon kissing, succubus reader, pet names (reader calls meloco “little” to diminish her but she is an adult), aphrodisiac/truth serum kiss (??), reader is a little shit with a tongue piercing, hate sex, an attempt at dirty talk & degradation (with a little slut-shaming), nipple play, face-sitting, 69 position, receiving & giving oral, fingering, reader doesn’t cum :(, slight possessive behavior from the reader, no aftercare

➤ author's note: meloco kyoran from nijisanji en seventh’s wave of xsoleil is beautiful, breath-taking, charming, elegant, gorgeous, wifey material, someone that i need to write for more and you should too because look at her, i can’t be the only melove on nijisanji x reader tumblr (i’m actually pretty proud of how this came out, it might be one of my fav works so far)

the kyoran family is pretty infamous among ghosts and demons alike for possessing a lineage of the most prestigious exorcists in japan since the ancient times, being one of the first humans to master fighting the supernatural and training the generations after them to carry their craft. just uttering the names of the more prominent members is enough to strike fear in the hearts of some, which really makes them the equivalent of the boogeyman in their world. hell, even when you were younger, you were always taught to stay away since going onto their lands to do so much as catch a glimpse of them was a death wish much less being curious enough to want interaction with them.

of course, that was when you were a little one, but now you’ve claimed the ranks to become one of the strongest succubi in the underworld. they would need to rally the entire family tree all over the country to even attempt a hit at you, so you come and go as you please. you’re always hiding among the tree branches or on the building roofs all over their property, having fun just pulling the strings to play petty pranks on them in your free time when you aren’t busy bedding humans.

however, the very abilities that gave you the confidence to trespass on their lands would be the very ones that got you caught as they could obviously sense of your extremely powerful aura lurking behind the shadows. instead of calling some of the elders to deal with you, they decided to turn this situation into a learning opportunity and called out the eldest daughter of the new generation to banish you to the spirit realm— the very eldest daughter that you almost didn’t believe existed since she was always confined to the indoors and was never allowed to go outside in favor of her studies.

as expected, you could tell that she possessed the same talents that her ancestors vested in her when she came to confront you with her trusty umbrella, her pronunciation of the spells was perfect and she stood tall with her weapon in hand firmly. if you were any weaker than you were now, you would have been intimidated and tried to escape before she could strike you, but you knew better than to run away in the face of a novice like her.

so you put your charms to use, elegantly flying over to her to raise her chin with her finger to make her meet your eyes and giggled, “oh, how cute you are! did the kyoran family really send a little girl like you to come after me? someone with training and no real experience, they must have a lot of faith in you!”

with just a few words from your saccharine sweet lips and smooth velvet voice, she suddenly felt her resolve to weaken as doubt began to fill her. she’s trained her entire life for moments like these, but could she actually take down someone like you? her hands began to shake and she stuttered in her words, causing the entire ritual to fall flat as the force of the summoned winds made her fly against the wall and crash onto the floor. she could only helplessly watch you float higher in the air with your wings and blow her a flirtatious kiss goodbye before leaving the premises, also leaving her to face the consequences of her failure.

you weren’t even around to watch her get slapped by the head of the household and watch her run away to the road that brought her to xsoleil, you didn’t need to since you were the one who sent the ghost who directed her. admittedly, you felt a bit bad that it had to play out like this, but she needed to get away from that toxic environment since she would never be able to hone her skills or grow as a person if the way she was being raised continued. besides, a little tragic past never hurts anyone, now she has a backstory to tell her new friends!

and so she trained to get stronger, working hard to push herself at a healthy pace with the help of the student council. before she ran away, her biggest dreams were to simply please her family and become someone for them to be proud of, but now her final goal has been to track you down before finishing the job she started. she’s truly admirable in her pursuit to kill you, but you wanted to visit her one more time before the eventual epic showdown that’ll happen in a few years. you know, to bully her and further fuel her animosity for you so that she’ll have even more motivation to destroy you— some extra character development!!

you chose a time when the neighborhood was empty so that no one could hear her scream when you broke in through the bedroom window, but it looks like she took up streaming as a hobby so the place was completely sound-proofed anyway. it wasn’t exactly a quiet entrance, alerting her even with the music playing in her headphones as she chucked the textbook she was studying in your direction by instinct before jumping out her chair to face you. you effortlessly dodged it as if the heavy pages were nothing but leaves in the wind, walking towards her with the clicking of your stiletto heels enunciating your every step.

meloco seemed to be in a panic, her long hair swishing around with every turn of her head while looking for a weapon to fend you off with. her umbrella was tucked away in her closet along with her other belongings for exorcisms, but you were blocking the way. she tried to throw some other nearby objects at you, but you just waved them off with demon sorcery to turn them on her instead.

this continued for a few minutes before you got bored and flew toward her instead, knocking her onto her twin-sized bed and pinning her down into the mattress, “hello, little me-lo-co~! i heard you’ve been training to kill me, how’s that been going for you?” she tried to fight against your grip, but you tightened your grip into her shoulder with your sharp nails digging into her skin to indicate a threat. “what, you don’t like that i paid you a visit?”

“f-fuck off!” her lower lip quivered as she cursed you out, rendering her harsh words ineffective and just making her look even cuter as you stared intensely into the flames of her soul.

“oh my, don’t tell me…” even with your shadow covering her face, you noticed a pink tint dusting her face as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. succubi and incubi have this unique ability to sense when a human feels emotions of love or lust for them, allowing them to target those who already have an attraction to them instead of wasting time by flirting. unless the power was suddenly malfunctioning and was incorrect for the first time in centuries, it looked like… “do you have a crush on me, melo-chan~?”

“n-no! i would never!” she kept her magenta eyes off-cast to the side so that she didn’t need to meet your gaze as you interrogated her, feeling flustered at your blunt call out. you must have hexed her with some dark magic before you left because her mind has been tainted and clouded with unholy thoughts ever since. she wanted you as much as she hated you, and now that you knew, you were going to torment her about it.

“you would never? we’ll see about that,” you pinched her lower cheeks to force her to look at you directly, digging your nails into her pale skin and leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

her eyes widened and she moved her hands to try and push you off of her, but the force never came as a strange tingling sensation spread throughout her body with you slipping your tongue into her mouth and allowing her to taste you and the titanium of your piercing. the tips of her fingers and toes felt numb as a raging fire of desire suddenly bloomed in her womb and dripped onto the fabric of her panties as heat rushed to her face, unsure of what you just did to her because it certainly wasn’t just an innocent peck, “w-what did you do to me?!”

“let’s try that again, shall we?” the obvious fright in her voice and dilated pupils were providing you with a lot of amusement, the confident eldest daughter of the kyoran family now as meek as a lamb trembling under you. “do you have a crush on me, melo-chan?”

the purple-haired girl’s mouth ran dry as she tried to force another insult out of her throat. like she couldn’t control her own words, the confession she would rather die than admit came to light, “i do…”

“what was that? i didn’t quite hear you~”

“i do!” she screamed against her will, covering her face with her hands in a poor attempt to hide herself from you. ‘crush’ isn’t exactly the right word to call her feelings for you, it makes it sound like a romance of schoolgirls who get shy just from holding hands. what she felt for you was more like an amalgamation of emotions that have yet to figure themselves out: hate, regret, and guilt mixed in with the poison of lust for her seductive enemy.

“you probably dreamt of this moment every night ever since we met, haven’t you? dreamt of me showing up before you were ready to fight to rip off your clothes and take advantage of you—

“i have! i have, i have, i have—” she shrieked as the top two buttons of her shirt were popped off the fabric with you tearing apart the material, exposing her breasts to your view that jiggled a bit without a bra or her harness to hold them in place (but to be fair, they didn’t help keep them in place much).

“wow, what a pretty pair of tits,” you marveled, a vexing tone never leaving your voice or expressions, experimentally pinching at her perk nipples to elicit a beautiful cry from her lips. “probably the nicest ones i’ve ever seen on a human.”

meloco has a fantastic bosom, anyone can see that as it’s probably one of the first things people notice about her with the pink harness cupping them bringing even more attention to them with the fashion statement. they look even nicer when they aren’t obstructed by anything, large and soft and perfect for groping like stress balls while her buds hardened between your fingertips, you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. tou didn’t think that she would be so sensitive too! drinking up erotic moans with her melodic fillings your ears with every ministration performed on her tits.

“god, i wish i could play with them forever, but i don’t have all night. now… how should i spend the rest of my time with you?” you tilted your head to whisper into her ear, “should i tongue-fuck you until you squirt all over my face? maybe we should scissor and rub our pussies against each other? oh, or i could summon a strap and split you open on my cock— you seem like a size queen…”

she shuddered in your arms at you contemplating and humming what to do next out loud, planting unholy fantasies in her mind with every scenario you suggested. all of them sounded good, any of them would do, she just needed you so desperately right now.

you suddenly pressed your hand into her upper chest to move higher on the mattress, positioning yourself over her head while facing the foot of the bed and the rest of her body. “whatever i choose to do with, you’ll only get once i decide you earned it…” before her very eyes, your silk underwear disappeared into thin air to reveal your pretty cunt wanting just as much attention as hers did and you rested your weight over her mouth for her to get to work.

the exorcist quickly grabbed onto your thighs and began to lap eagerly at your folds, almost catching you off guard with how quickly she performed like it was second nature (looks like she also got plenty of experience with eating pussy at the institute of infinity, this girl really owes everything to you for leading her here). she salivated at the scent and never tasted anything like you before with a sweet and floral essence, like an ambrosial nectar that had her addicted the minute your arousal made contact with her tongue.

letting out a low hum of satisfaction, you felt a fire of vitality ignite in your soul and surge through your veins. the mixture of pleasure she willing gave you and the energy you were siphoning from her felt incredible compared to a normal powerless human’s. this school contains plenty of other students who are gifted with all sorts of special abilities, perhaps you should indulge yourself and pay her friends a visit to see if any of them are interested in the treat that is bedding a succubus.

she stroked her muscle against your practically gushing slit, shoving her tongue into your passage as much as she could to savor you like a fine wine. her rational mind was screaming that she shouldn’t be waltzing into the palm of the demon she harbored so much resentment for, but it was silenced by her lust-induced desperation to orgasm and just drown herself in ecstasy to make up for the headache that revolved around you for so long.

you circled her clit with your fingertip, smirking at her twitching at the action and the mess of arousal webbing over her weeping hole like a present between her legs before tutting like you were disappointed in her, “so wet that you're soaked just from eating me out? i knew that you were whore, but really? god, how fucking filthy you are! don’t worry, i don’t judge, let me clean it up for you…”

meloco squealed into your pussy as you leaned over to put your mouth on hers to harshly suck on her pearl between your lips, squeezing her thighs and pulling at them to bend her knees for better access to her pussy. your tongue darted out and gave her clit a few kitten licks, making her shiver when she felt the cool titanium of your piercing contrasting with your hot tongue. to you, she tasted like a syrupy sweet summer’s fruit, ripe and plucked for your taking with honeyed juices dripping from its core— the forbidden fruit of the kyoran family’s runaway heiress that you’ve been yearning to take a bite from ever since your fated battle.

she struggled to keep her own pace against yours, losing focus amidst the pleasure and her movements faltering as she became too busy moaning to work her mouth properly. while the vibrations she was sending were nice, it was hardly enough to get you anywhere hence you began to delicately grind against her face to signal her to continue and squished your thighs around her head a bit more tightly. unlike her who seemed ready to burst at any second if you were any rougher, it would take you a bit more simulation for your release.

you teased her opening with your fingertip, gathering her oozing slit on the pad and circling around the rim, yet not penetrating her until you could hear a muffled whine pleading you to stop teasing. all you could was giggle at how needy she was, demanding your fingers as well since your mouth must not have been enough! working a finger followed by another into her with barely any resistance with how drenched she was, pumping them in and out of her experimentally while thoroughly enjoying the squelching sounds being made.

your skilled motions raging from scissoring her so delightfully to languid thrusts had her feeling so hot and borderline feverish. the blood rushing to her head and her loins swimming with pleasure had her dizzy, unable to think about anything with her mind melting like an ice cube in your mouth. she was close, so close, and she could feel the knot in her stomach getting ever so tighter and ready to snap at any moment. while you were being so casual and even almost lazy in your actions, she was frantic to reach her long-awaited climax. she knew it would come in any minute if you kept it up like this, but she wanted it now.

as though you read her mind (she wouldn’t be surprised if you had the ability to do so), you suddenly curled your fingers against her sweet spot and pushed her over the edge nearly instantaneously, “come on, melo, cum for me.”

with a gasp on your command, her vision stuttered white with stars and her cunt was clamping around your fingers with a vice as she gushed all over them while squirming like crazy— you had to properly hold her down to stop her from thrashing about so much since your weight wasn’t enough to do the trick. for extra measure and your own amusement, you mercilessly rubbed her clit to ride out her orgasm and watched her spasm under you for the fun of it.

“you know, i would love to stay for longer, but as i said before, i don’t have all night to be fucking around with an archenemy,” you mentioned, flying off of her bed and landing your feet on the floor. there was evidence of her spit mixed with your essence dripping down your leg, but with a snap of your fingers, it was like nothing ever happened with a fresh pair of underwear made of lace this time. before making your exit, you turned around and pulled meloco by the fabric of her torn top to force her to meet your eyes. “tell me who you belong to.”

“i’m yours,” she mumbled, still in a daze from the activity that happened mere seconds ago and how you moved on from it so quickly. she felt noticeably more drained than she usually did after finishing, but she wouldn’t remember that succubi get their power from their partner’s strength after sexual activity until she was sound of mind a few hours later after a nap. for once, she felt grateful for the strenuous training her family pushed her through— had she been any weaker than she was now, she might have fallen unconscious for days or worse.

“that’s what i thought,” you pressed another kiss on her lips, tasting yourself on her lips as she tasted herself on yours. “you may be a pathetic slut who abandoned everything she follows for a good fuck, but you’re mine.”

[in-my-feels-probably]

Could I request Rhaenyra x handmaiden!reader where they’re drawn to each other from the moment they meet and bond over their mutual trust issues regarding losing loved ones while slowly falling in love on Dragonstone? Like Nyra is cold and distant with everyone else, hesitant to let anyone in, but she just clicks with reader and whenever they’re alone, Nyra just melts and goes all soft, all affectionate touches and sweet nicknames and tender looks? (Two of my fav nicknames she’d call reader are: my little one, and Perzītsos (little flame) Maybe even a bit of soft smut?

Snow Angels

Request: Could I request Rhaenyra x handmaiden!reader where they’re drawn to each other from the moment they meet and bond over their mutual trust issues regarding losing loved ones while slowly falling in love on Dragonstone? Like Nyra is cold and distant with everyone else, hesitant to let anyone in, but she just clicks with reader and whenever they’re alone, Nyra just melts and goes all soft, all affectionate touches and sweet nicknames and tender looks? (Two of my fav nicknames she’d call reader are: my little one, and Perzītsos (little flame) Maybe even a bit of soft smut?

Hi! I’m so sorry for the wait, I’ve had such a hard time finishing fics lately. But I’m on a GOT/HOTD binge right now, and Rhaenyra has been on my mind. I haven’t written for older Rhaenyra yet, so bear with me while I try and figure out her character. Hopefully this is what you were looking for!

(Warnings: brief mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of nightmares, mentions of death, grief, war, let me know if i missed anything)

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The Dance of Dragons was a grueling and ruthless war that nearly destroyed the realm. No matter what side you were on, what station you were, or where you called home—you’d suffer in some way. 

The House of the Dragon made sure of that.

You were born in Winterfell—the older sister of Cregan Stark, and the eldest daughter of Lord Rickon Stark. 

Your Father had sworn an oath to House Targaryen, more specifically to Rhaenyra Targaryen, who would inherit the Iron Throne. When the Dance began and many of the Lords flocked to Prince Aegon’s side, your House was not among them. Many Lords used the excuse that their Fathers were the ones to swear fealty to Rhaenyra, and therefore they were under no obligation as sons of previous Lords to continue upholding that oath. 

Your brother, Cregan, was not among these Lords. Upon his coronation as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, he swore to uphold your Father’s wishes. Your Father swore allegiance to Rhaenyra, and so he would, too.

After all, there has never lived a Stark who has forgotten an oath. 

When Aegon was crowned, the Black’s began sending word to their bannerman. Prince Jacaerys himself came on dragonback to ask Cregan to join his side, and your House was happy to receive him. Cregan and Jacaerys got along well from the beginning, and you knew there would be a strong alliance between your families. 

But then, tragedy struck. 

Jacaerys had left for the Eerie to call on his bannermen there, promising to return to Winterfell to regroup with your brother. While he was gone, word of Prince Lucerys’s death reached the North. Upon his death, you knew that any hope of peace or brokering a truce was crushed. As soon as the Black’s came up with a plan, the war would be in full swing.

As the war became more precarious, Cregan finally decreed that you would leave the North. Winterfell was becoming a dangerous place to be, and you served no purpose cooped up there while the threat of an attack loomed over your head every day. You, of course, had protested, but Cregan eventually convinced you to go.

“The men will be off at war. Prince Daemon won’t be by Rhaenyra’s side, or her sons. She will be alone on Dragonstone with little to no one to talk to, other than those who are required to stay.”

You shook your head, trying to get him to change his mind. “And what help will I be? What purpose will I serve on Dragonstone?”

“Our Queen is grieving, sister. She’s lost her Father, her baby girl, and her little boy all in the span of a fortnight. Her other children are at risk, especially Jacaerys. She doesn’t have any companions left. Her bannerman are allies, but they’re not true friends. She needs one, Y/N. She needs you.”

“I only met her the one time at court when Father brought me with him,” you tried to reason. “She barely knows me.”

Cregan sighed in frustration. “She knows you enough, and that will have to do. I cannot allow you to stay here anymore, not while the war rages on. Dragonstone is one of the most defended places in the world right now. You will have a better life there.”

“You’ve already arranged this?” You asked, your face falling when his grew solemn. 

“I have. Jacaerys has told me his family would be happy to receive you. I’m sorry, Y/N…I will see you again. I promise.”

—

Your trip to Dragonstone was a short one. 

You’d expected for it to feel drawn out, so that you could dread every moment while aboard the ship that was taking you away from your home. But—whether it was for better or worse—your feet were on Dragonstone sand in no time.

Some of the Queensguard greeted you upon your arrival. As you climbed the stairs across the bridge that led to the castle, you were baffled by the sheer size of it.

The dragons flying overhead were far more baffling.

You’d seen Syrax before, her coloring unmistakable. During your visit to King's Landing when all the Lords gathered together to swear their fealty to Rhaenyra, she spent more time in the skies than she did with her feet on the ground. “A way of clearing her head,” she told you when you asked why she flew so often. She was truly a sight to behold on the back of a dragon. 

She was just as striking when you were led into the meeting hall where she was standing.

Her back was to you when you entered the room. A few Lords or others were gathered around, looking over battle plans. As your brother predicted, Prince Daemon and her sons were nowhere in sight. The sound of the Queensguard entering turned heads as you entered. The Lords watched as you stepped into the room, moving around the table to get a better look at you.

Ser Cargyll stopped just behind you, announcing your presence to the room. “I present the Lady Y/N of House Stark, eldest daughter of the late Lord Rickon Stark. Sister of Lord Cregan Stark–the heir to Winterfell, and the Warden of the North.”

Rhaenyra had no plans of getting close to you. She had only extended an invitation into her home as a courtesy, in the same way your family had done for Jace. It was best to keep your allies happy, and your House was currently her biggest ally. She had never planned on inviting you herself–regardless of if she was lonely and scorned–and she didn’t intend on opening herself up to you more than necessary. But she was ready to endure your presence all the same.

That is until she finally turned around, and her eyes met yours for the first time.

It practically knocked the breath out of you. You hadn’t seen her in a good many years, and she had grown into herself. She was far more beautiful than the stories of her foretold, and there was a way about her that rendered you speechless.

It was quiet for a moment as Rhaenyra looked at you. She seemed to be deep in thought, a cluster of emotions on her face. Finally, she gave you a small smile. From the surprised look on some of the Lords and guards faces, it was a very likely possibility that this was the first smile they had seen from her in weeks.

“My Queen,” you curtsied, your voice small. “Thank you for allowing me into your home.”

Rhaenyra walked across the room, taking your hands in hers. “Nonsense. You’re most welcome.”

She turned around, the smile on her face dropping. She waved a hand, and the Lords began gathering their things as they packed up to leave. The guards returned to their posts, except the ones stationed to be near their Queen at all times.

“I hardly get a moment alone anymore,” Rhaenyra mused, leading you to the fireplace. “Sit with me. Although, I doubt you’re cold. I’ve never been to Winterfell myself, but I’m told the winters are very unforgiving.”

You smiled, nodding. “It took your son at least a week to grow accustomed to it. He hid it well, but I knew he was constantly fighting to keep warm. I made sure the fires in his chambers were always burning.”

“I thank you for that,” she said, hesitating a moment before speaking again. “He was happy there?”

“The Prince and my brother got along quite well. When he flew to the Vale, Cregan seemed like he didn’t know what to do with himself. As if he had forgotten what it was like when it was just the two of us. My youngest brother died when Cregan was quite young, as did my Father. So, he was very happy indeed to have a friend closer in age and gender than his older sister. When I left Winterfell, Cregan and Jace were sparring in the courtyard. Your son had just knocked my brother into the dirt. It was a good laugh. I was quite cross with him for making me leave, so seeing him pull himself out of the muck made me very happy.”

Rhaenyra let out a chuckle, settling into her chair. You watched her smile, settling her hands into her lap. The fire crackled lowly, and you realized sitting there that maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it would be. Maybe your brother was right. You’d serve a better purpose here.

“You’re very close with your brother, then?” She asked, and you nodded.

“I love him more than anything in this world,” you smiled, trying your best not to grow sad. “It’s been just me and him for a long time. I never married, and my Mother and Father are long gone, so a sibling’s love is all I’ve ever really known.”

“Strange, how your age doesn’t seem to have an effect on your relationship.”

“Are you calling me old, Your Grace?” You joked, making her laugh.

“No, My Lady. It’s just that I can recall meeting you all those years ago. You were but a few years younger than me. Was Cregan even born yet?”

You nodded, trying to remember. “He was, but he was just a baby. Mother stayed at home with him. She was gone a few years after that.”

“It’s really just been you two up there, all this time? I expected to attend at least one Stark wedding in my time. But you never married?”

You chuckled, nodding. A Stark wedding was usually a lively affair. Half of the Houses in the realm attended, and would travel to Winterfell for weeks. Yours as the eldest daughter would have been quite the affair, but it had yet to happen.

“My Uncle married, actually. Although, I doubt many people attended the wedding. He and Father didn’t exactly see eye to eye. I barely knew him before he became Lord of some Lady’s dowry.”

“Poor girl,” Rhaenyra joked, making you smile.

“Yes, poor girl. But no, I never married. I suppose I’m much luckier than most girls. Father hadn’t promised me to anyone before he died. He told me he was waiting for the right man, and that he’d be sure to tell me when he found him. But he died, and the duty of promising me to someone passed to Cregan. There were offers by then, but none he took. He was only a little boy then, and Mother and Father were gone, as well as our little brother, so I was all he had left. Anyway, the Maester advised him to wait a little while longer before deciding. And when he came of age, he just didn’t have it in him to send me away. He should have, I know. I should have been promised to some Lord or other by now. But there never seemed to be the right time.”

“You’re very lucky to have him,” Rhaenyra said before her face fell, and her gaze fell to her lap. “My boys were always very close. They got along as siblings should. I’m not sure the same can be said for me, unfortunately.”

You nearly winced at her words. “I was very sorry to hear about your family, Your Grace—”

“Rhaenyra is fine,” she interrupted. “There’s no need for formalities here. They won’t do either of us any good.”

You nodded, slowly reaching to lay your hand over hers. “Rhaenyra…may I speak frankly?”

She seemed to stiffen under your touch. It had been a long while since anyone had touched her in that way, and she clearly wasn’t used to that kind of affection. She wasn’t sure she wanted that type of connection anymore, because that kind of connection could be ripped away from her at any moment. 

But as you gave her a look of sympathy—with absolutely no pity in your eyes—she didn’t pull away. 

She only nodded, motioning for you to speak.

“I can’t imagine what it was like for you. To have your birthright, your Father, and two of your children taken from you all in the matter of a few days. If someone had tried to take me from my place in the North, I would have brought the full might of my House down on them. But if Cregan was taken from me…I’m afraid there’s not a place in the world his killer could go to escape what I would do to him. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t have done to avenge him, and to make sure those who harmed him died screaming. And for the people who took all of this from you to be your own family? Your brothers? I don’t know how you’ve survived it. I don’t know how you’ve had the strength to…to let them go.”

“I do not wish to be the Queen of ashes and bone,” she murmured, turning her hand over so it was palm up under yours. “And I do not wish to watch my half brothers and my sweet sister die. They’re my blood…and they’ve been led astray.”

“That’s one way to put it,” you whispered, giving her a sad smile. 

It was quiet another moment longer. You had so much more you wanted to ask, but you weren’t sure if you should. Rhaenyra wasn’t smiling anymore, and you certainly didn’t want to be the cause of any more pain. But your brother had sent you to Dragonstone to do more than just keep you safe. You were supposed to keep her safe, too. You were supposed to be a friend. Friends listened, even when it was hard. 

And they asked hard questions, even when it was the hardest thing they’d have to do.

“Were you angry?” You finally asked, taking a breath when she looked up and her eyes met yours.

She really was beautiful. 

Her eyes were as brilliant as the sea you sailed on to get to Dragonstone, as clear as the water when the sun shined down on it just right. You were sure at one point there had been a sparkle in them. Maybe there had been when you had met her all those years ago.

But that sparkle had been snuffed out. 

Now, that sparkle was replaced by a burning rage that seemed to always be at the back of her gaze. And when you spoke of the atrocities that had happened to her and her family, that rage burned bright. So bright, it nearly masked the sadness that was also always in her eyes. 

“Indescribably,” she finally said, her jaw clenched.

—

In the next few days, much of your time was spent getting to know Rhaenyra. 

And what you found was that she was a much different person with you than she was with anyone else. She spent most of her time sending and receiving letters, meeting with the Lords who came and went, and any other duties that were expected of her as Queen. She also spent much of her time alone, when being around people was too much for her.

You spent much of your time alone, too. 

There was no one—except Rhaenyra—on Dragonstone that you trusted. Other than the guards and servants, most people simply ignored your presence. Not that you minded much. You had no interest in getting close to new people, and you knew you didn’t have it in you to try trusting them either. Keeping to yourself was just easier.

Except when you were with Rhaenyra. 

After your first evening with her, you were a little wary of getting so close to her again. You had said more than you really had meant to, but she was just easy to open up to. When it was her turn, you’d asked her about her own family. And the rare smile she’d mustered fell.

You didn’t want to be the cause of that again. 

That was until you woke up to a crash just down the hall from your chambers, followed by the unmistakable sound of a wail.

You stumbled out of bed, hastily pulling on clothes. You nearly tripped out the door as you grabbed a candle, making your way down the dimly lit hallway. The cries got louder as you made it closer to Rhaenyra’s chambers, and you hurried faster until you found yourself in front of her doors. To your shock, her guards were standing there like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“What’s happening?” You asked one of the guards, taking a second to catch your breath.

“Nothing of your concern, My Lady,” he said, keeping his eyes forward. “All is well. Please return to your chambers.”

You raised a brow, quickly shaking your head. “What? Where is Ser Erryk? Surely he should be here. Why aren’t you attending to the Queen?”

The other guard posted at the door sighed, taking a step towards you as you tried to reach for the door. He stood in your way as you protested, finally getting you to stand still. 

“Ser Erryk isn’t necessary, Lady Stark. I assure you, all is well. This…happens sometimes, and our Queen has asked that we do not disturb her when it does. I know it sounds distressing, but it’s alright. Go back to your chambers, My Lady.”

Just as he finished speaking, another cry from inside Rhaenyra’s chambers echoed through the door. You tried once more to push past the guard, struggling in his grip when he wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you. 

“Let me go!” You ordered, ripping yourself from his hold. “Let me go, or you’ll have the Queen to answer to!”

Reluctantly, the guard let you out of his hold, but still kept you blocked with his arm against yours. “My Lady, please—”

You could see the fear in his eyes as you fought him. He truly feared Rhaenyra’s reaction if he disobeyed her, and he could see just how persistent you were willing to be. You cut him off before he could continue pleading with you.

“You let me deal with the Queen, Ser. And if she has to blame someone, she can blame me. I’ll make sure her wrath doesn’t fall on you. But that’s if—and only if—you unhand me and let me pass.”

You watched his face contort as he internally warred with himself. Finally, the other guard stepped aside in order to let you through, leaving him no choice but to step aside as well. 

“Be careful, My Lady,” he warned.

You gave him a wary nod. “Thank you, I will.”

Without another word, he let you in. 

As the door shut behind you, you realized the mess you had just gotten yourself into, but you took a breath and stepped deeper into the room. You looked around, a pit settling in your stomach when you noticed the room in disarray. A vase was broken and shattered, scattered across the floor. Sheets from the bed were bundled up and tossed haphazardly next to the bed, a pillow on the other side of the room. You let out a small gasp when you felt a crunch under your foot, looking down to see a jagged shard of glass smeared with blood.

You could feel your heart beating faster as you quickly looked around the room, trying to find Rhaenyra. She was bleeding somewhere—hurt, maybe scared—and you couldn’t find her. How could her guards not come in to help her?

“Ñuha Dāria, skoriot issi ao?” you called out, trying to find her. “Rhaenyra?”

My Queen, where are you?

There was a shuffle in the corner of the room. You looked on the other side of the bed to find Rhaenyra curled up against the wall in just her shift, her bloody hand curled into her chest. You rushed to her side, crouching down next to her.

Rhaenyra looked up at you slowly, her voice quiet. “You speak Valyrian?”

“I read it in a book on the ship over,” you answered, gently taking her injured hand in yours. “I had a lot of idle time. And I figured if I was coming to stay with a Queen of the Old Blood of Valyria, I might as well learn a little bit of the language. That is all I remember, I confess…other than the word for a man’s parts. What was it again…arvo—no, orvo…gods, I can’t remember—”

“Orvorta,” Rhaenyra breathed out a laugh, using her free hand to wipe away at dried tears.

You smiled, turning her palm up towards you. You reached for the bottom of your shift, using it to carefully wipe away the blood from her cut. She winced, trying to pull away.

“You’ll stain your clothes—”

“I don’t care,” you said, grasping her hand harder. “I have others.”

She was quiet another moment as you continued to wipe away the blood, inspecting the cut for any stray shards of glass. 

“Jurnegon rȳ ao…ñuha perzītsos,” she murmured as you worked. “Iā, kostilus—ñuha sōna jaesa.”

Look at you…my little flame. Or, perhaps—my snow angel.

You looked up in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing, love. It’s not important. But, I’ll teach you more Valyrian, if you’d like to learn.”

You smiled, nodding in agreement as you looked back down at her cut. You put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, running your thumb along the back of her hand to try and distract her from the pain. You held your hand there for a moment longer, before easing your fingers away from the cut.

“It’s barely bleeding now, and I don’t think it’s too deep,” you murmured, gently letting go. “What happened? Why didn’t your guards help?”

A look of shame crossed Rhaenyra’s face, and for a moment, you regretted asking. But then her eyes met yours, and you let out a sharp breath. She glanced over at the broken vase, before looking back up at her bed.

“My dreams plague me, sometimes. I don’t always have the strength to fight them off. Sometimes, they take hold of me and won’t let me go till they chew me up and spit me back out. They got the better of me tonight. But that doesn’t mean I need those men outside my door to come in and help. I’m quite capable of fighting them off on my own.”

You could feel your heart bleeding for her. There was so much you wanted to ask. So much unknown by you, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to muster up the strength to ask any questions. It wasn’t the time for them. Instead, you reached again for her unhurt hand, taking it in yours. You carefully looked it over, noticing every scrape and scar, every chipped nail, every line and curve that made her touch her own. She watched as you fiddled with her fingers, finding herself not wanting to pull away.

Her sleeve fell down her arm as you turned her hand over, and you stilled as you noticed the long jagged scar that ran down the side of her forearm. You frowned, gently running your finger down the length of it.

“What’s this?” You asked, making her face mirror yours.

“A painful memory,” she finally spoke, her tone solemn. “From a pained person, a long time ago.”

You nodded, choosing not to pry any further. She suddenly reached for your elbow, gently turning your arm over in her hands. She ran her thumb along a faint raised line that ran across the skin just above your elbow.

“I remember this,” she chuckled, smiling faintly. “It was a lot more ghastly the last time I saw you. I’m not surprised that it scarred.”

You nodded, laughing as well. “It’s from a bloody arrow! Father shot me, can you believe that? He didn’t mean to, of course—it was an accident. It was when he was trying to teach me how to hunt. He was distracted by one of his men, and he accidentally let the arrow fly. You should have seen Mother’s face when I came into the Great Hall, all covered in blood and snot. And Father’s face was even paler than mine was.”

“I doubt he ever let you tell anyone that story,” Rhaenyra smiled, her fingers tracing down the length of your arm until her hand was back in yours.

“No, he didn’t. But Old Nan did—she was the one who looked after me after the Maester patched me up. It’s all Cregan ever heard about when he first started practicing with a bow. She didn’t want her little Lord getting all scarred up like his big sister. He didn’t listen, of course. He’s got plenty of scars to match.”

“I’d expect nothing less from a Stark,” she teased, her grin widening when you pouted.

“Hey, you’re lucky I’m a Stark!” You retorted, settling against the bedpost behind you with a smirk. “And be happy my Father did what he did. I think that’s the only reason he brought me along to King’s Landing to come see you. He felt bad about injuring me. Back then, I was the only daughter who got to come stay with you for an entire season. Father’s the reason I’m here now—him, and my brother. What other Lady do you know that would be on this floor with you right now, if not a Stark?”

Rhaenyra nodded, a grateful smile on her face. It was quiet another moment as she held your hand in hers, her gaze never leaving yours. You could see the gears turning in her head as she looked at you, emotion stirring in her chest.

“We were girls together,” she finally said, her voice barely a whisper.

You felt your chest tighten. All those years had passed, but she was still the same in so many ways. You squeezed your hand in hers, your voice just as soft as hers was.

“We’re still girls at heart. Just a bit burdened now, and without a few loved ones. That’s what it is, to grow up, isn’t it? Still girls—just a bit more, now…and with a bit less.”

—

It was from that night on that you got close with Rhaenyra. 

You were practically inseparable, and everyone in the castle knew it. On the nights where you’d hear cries coming from her room, nobody would even bat an eye when you marched yourself out of bed and into her chambers. There were nights where you didn’t even bother going to your own chambers at all. It was much easier to stay with her and avoid all the hassle of running down the corridors.

Cregan sent letters when he could, as did Jacaerys. You were grateful for them, and always made sure to answer his letters in detail. Though—to be truthful—the pain of missing your brother wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be. When you arrived the first night, you thought the grief would kill you. 

But now? 

Now, it was simply a dull ache—always with you to remind you that you still had someone you loved out there waiting for you to come home when it was the right time.

Rhaenyra was always there to dull the ache. 

A warm smile here, a fleeting touch there. Nights spent wrapped up in each other, murmuring words of love and laughter into the darkness. 

She was always different around you than she was anyone else. Much softer—much more open. It was a gift, being the one to make your Queen happy. She had lost so much, and anything you could do to dull the ache of those losses was encouraged by all.

You found yourself walking down the path to the caves where Syrax was kept. 

You had yet to meet her, and Rhaenyra had been wanting to introduce her to you. While you were a bit apprehensive, there wasn’t much more you could say or do to avoid it. 

She was your Queen, after all, and you obeyed any order she asked of you.

It was early in the morning, and you didn’t pass many servants or guards on your way. When you reached the cave opening, Rhaenyra was already there—atop Syrax who had been saddled. You stepped back in awe at the sheer size of her, accidentally backing into one of the guards.

“My Lady, you can’t be here—” 

“Leave her be!” Rhaenyra snapped, sitting tall atop Syrax. “Lady Stark is here on my orders. You may go, Ser.”

He quickly nodded, muttering a “sorry” in your direction before bowing and turning to run up the hill. A few of the other guards followed him, and the other servants left seemed to scatter as well. 

You chuckled as you watched them leave, turning to look up at Rhaenyra. “Hello, sweet girl.”

Rhaenyra grinned, climbing down from the saddle and sliding off Syrax’s back. “Am I sweet?” 

“No, not particularly,” you answered truthfully, offering your arm which she happily took. “But you are to me. You’re my sweet girl.”

A rare flush spread across her cheeks, and she avoided your eyes, if only for a moment. You smiled, keeping her close. She cleared her throat, looking up at Syrax before she reached for your hand.

“Syrax, this is who I was telling you about. Ñuha perzītsos—”

“Your little flame? I thought I was your snow angel,” you asked, your grin widening when her flush deepened. “I was curious. Turns out, learning Valyrian isn’t as hard as it sounds.”

“Tell that to my son,” Rhaenyra chuckled, looking back up at Syrax.

You turned to face Syrax as well, smiling up at her. She really was beautiful. Her very being struck terror deep in your heart, but her beauty and strength was almost enough to override that fear. Syrax peered down at you in curiosity, her breath fanning down onto you.

“We could fly her to the North,” you said softly, squeezing Rhaenyra’s hand. “We could see my brother, and your son. You could see Winterfell, where I grew up. We could go anywhere you wanted to with Syrax.”

It was nothing but a dream—you knew that. She knew it, too. But what was the harm in dreaming, if only for a little while? So often, dreams came to plague you and Rhaenyra both. Why couldn’t they also whisk you away to a place where you could be happy? What was the harm in pretending, just this once? These dreams couldn’t hurt you anymore than you both had already been hurt. There wasn’t much of anything that could hurt you like you had already been hurt.

Rhaenyra held your hand tighter, her palm warm in yours. She wouldn’t dare let go now…and she didn’t want to. She could feel her chest tighten at the thought, just as yours did. But she smiled anyway, looking over at you with love in her eyes.

“We’ll go together one day…I promise. We’ll see just how well fire does in ice. I’ve always wanted to see a true winter.”

You smiled, breathing out a laugh. “If you’re anything like your son, we’re doomed.”

—

A/N - Hi! I’m so sorry it took so long to get this out, it took me a really long time to write it for some reason. Thank you for being patient, I know you sent me another request. I promise to get to it as soon as I can, along with all my other requests. I hope this is what you were looking for! Thank you again for sending this request in :)

[stunie]

I CAME RUNNING WHEN I SAW ALL THE MATCHUPS ON MY DASH i hope you don’t mind me trying to squeeze myself in in time :,)

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS

- my day has been a little rough if i’m being honest, i got hit with a lot of things that could’ve been better (i’m telling myself that it could have been a whole lot worse lol) but i’m okay dw!!! :)

- something fun though is that i watched a show recently with one of my best friends and it was so fun!! the show is a live adaptation of a book we both love (she got me into it) and we were cracking up making fun of how they did it (no malice ofc but just a little smidge of judgment) i also got to see my bf twice this week which was really nice :3 (we are ldr)

- i fear i can’t say any of my favs because i will most def reveal who i am lol but i’ll talk a little about why i like them…?

- my signature is that i always without fail somehow fall for the rich ones. and part of me wants to say that it’s not because of their money that i like them (but it may be partially why i stay…) but is it my fault that all the rich ones are also my type :,) <- i say this delusionally

- jokes aside, i really enjoy the ones who would be infatuated literally full on obsessed with me. i think it’s because im the other part of the spectrum of immigrant eldest daughter (i want to be coddled and cared for and have someone who will take responsibilities off of my shoulders)

- i would describe myself as an extroverted introvert! i can do the social setting very well, but i get exhausted very quickly and would def pull on the hem of my fav’s shirt whisper-asking if we can early (which btw if he doesn’t take the blame himself… is he really even my fav? 🤨)

- my fav love languages are physical touch and acts of service (for both giving and receiving, though i give more acts of service and like to receive more physical touch!) and i think my favs would cater to this a lot! though with them being rich and all, gift giving might be in there too lol

- i think i’m really toeing the line here but i’m very attracted to voices. like it’s the second thing i notice about someone usually (first being their eyes) and if i don’t like someone’s voice, it also usually means i won’t like them a lot too (so all of my favs have really really attractive voices…)

- this might be redundant but i love the tropes that are like villain or morally gray coded, grumpy x sunshine, doberman/black cat x orange cat, etc

- i’d like to ask for a random one from either wb, hq, or bllk for the matchup!! if that’s possible :,) if not, from bllk would be fun :)

hi nonnie aaaaa i loved reading through this !! I LOVE GRUMPY X SUNSHINE AS A TROPE lemme not elaborate or we’ll be here forever. OKAY. endo popped up pretty fast when you said infatuated but it swapped to …

REO !!!! i didn’t match you with reo because he’s rich 😭 i pinkie promise it’s a coincidence. THE REASON WHY. coddled and cared for. mhm mhm …. thinking about him giving nagi piggyback rides and such except it’s with you. it’s literally perfect. your shoelace untied ? he’s tying it for you > < also will not let you step anywhere near a puddle when it’s raining. omg. you can zone out if you’re with him, he’s got you. the tugging the shirt as a cue to leave solidified it my choice btw !!! he knows you so well, one tiny tug and a look at the face you’re giving him and that’s all he needs. gives you a knowing little smile and comes up with an excuse on the spot (the blame does NOT end up on you btw).

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL SOTF(MLPBaseEdit) : The Future NariLamb, ButterBloodsucker & DimistruHowler Family Trees

Hello Cultists so tonight i've just completed another fanart for my COTL SOTF AU(MidsummonarVerse) with making whole 2.0 version of my Family Tree for Lambert & his Many Families aswel as adding some newbies to this one this time around.

Note i am a bit tired due to me finishing this fanart after abt 2 hrs considering the time of this being posted tonight & bcuz i wanna do some art before my birthday comes for funzies(and cuz i wanna get some important storylines of fanart/baseedits out of the way) anyways enough of my yapping here's the finished piece!

So as always i'm gonna sort this out like a whole breakdown chart of each family & their offspring aswell as some new lore with 2 characters i never really gave any purpose to being Mother Massive Monster & Father Devolver Digital(aka Momma Monster & Papa Devolver) being Lambert & Lamberina's Official Foster Parents(legally) taking custody of them and already having a child of their own(spoilers they've already hatched ingame & it's a boy!)

Anyways Time to breakdown each Family Now!

(Ancestors)-Joesph N. Sheepard & Marian(Mary) Steelwool(Deceased)-Parents of Lambert & Lamberina Sheepard..

1st Gen-Lambert x Narinder(1st Marriage), Lambert x Samantha Bloodsucker(2nd & Most Fav Marriage!)

Samantha Bloodsucker x Narinder(Seperated/One Night Stand)-Parents to Eldest Only Daughter : Maxine Bloodsucker

M3gan x Lady Dimistru(Dating GFs/Engaged)-Parents to 3 Offsprings : Barry Dimistru(Eldest Son), Mary Howler(Eldest Daughter) & M3gandimistru(Youngest Daughter)

Samantha Bloodsucker Sheepard x Midge Butterfree(Married)-Parents to Biological 7 Offsprings : Dayton Bloodsucker(Eldest Son) & Kaitlynn Butterfree(Eldest Daughter)-Twins, Anais Bloodsucker(Middle Youngest Daughter), Anon Butterfree(Middle Youngest Son), Marvin N. Bloodsucker II(Eldest Middle Youngest Son) & Blossomforth Butterfree(Newborn Youngest Daughter)

Midge x Sammi(Post-Seperation/Arch Enemy Narinder)-Legally Adopted Parents to Maxine Bloodsucker(Foster Daughter to Midge & Biologically Related to Samantha Bloodsucker & *Awful Deadbeat Dad* Narinder)

2nd Gen : Maxine Bloodsucker x Apollo Sinfoul(Many Lovers..)-Parents to Daughter : Kimmi Bloodsucker

3rd Gen : Kimmi Bloodsucker x Stampy Garfieldi(Engaged)-Parents to 5 Offsprings : Cheedar Bloodsucker(Eldest Son), Cheezer Garfieldi(Eldest Twin Son)-Twin Brothers, Emerald Garfieldi Apollo(Middle Eldest Daughter), Edna Bloodsucker(Middle Youngest Daughter) & Emii Bloodsucker(Youngest Daughter)

And That's all of The Family Tree!

Hope you all liked this post, have a goodnight to you all

happy late st patty's day!

[jacesbeloved]

for the kingdom: part III

summary: being the youngest daughter of alicent, you hadn’t known what it was like to feel restraint until you had been betrothed to the eldest son of queen rhaenyra for a pact. for who? for the kingdom

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, themes of burning (??), very mild nsfw (consented), y/n is actually way more manipulative nd evil than u might think

part: I, II, III, IV

a/n: not rlly my fav work/part but it’s a plot point sooo >< this took me such a long time to proofread (this is like 4k words) and stuff gosh anyway i hope u guys like it!

Silence.

That was everything that was inside the tent after one word from Jace's mouth.

He blinked a few times when he watched you pull away, sitting back in your place across from him as the two of you breathed heavily. Tension is rotting both of you away.

You lick your lips, only now noticing how dry they were. Your face was back to its blank look like it used to be, narrowing your eyes as you went by him to head out of the tent, not being able to withstand what just happened while Jacaerys rushed to follow you.

"Did I just get turned down?" You thought to yourself. The mere idea of being turned down damages your ego far more than you imagined. Because of it, you rushed out. Talking to your husband is the last thing on your mind right now.

Jacaerys calls out your name as he too slips out of the tent, seeing you under the tree talking to Cregan. The man sighs, taking a sip of wine from his canteen before grimacing.

Various men approached him after a second of standing outside of their tent, talking to him about the animals they caught as well as their admiration for you, the princess.

He had to put on a fake smile for them, thinking it was just genuine admiration they had for you.

When he glanced back in your direction, there were a lot of people within your circle. When he saw you whisper something to one of the boys, his eyes narrowed, and the boy looked at you with wide eyes before nodding frantically.

You let out a fake giggle at his eagerness, laughing internally at how easy it was to have boys do your bidding just by having them believe such gullible things as having a date with you.

With your dismissal, the people surrounding you eventually dispersed, and you watched quietly as they ate, drank, and even fished by the trees.

Jace shook himself, sobering up before he poured the leftover wine in his canteen onto the grass, gathering confused stares from the ones with him. He excused himself from the men around him, smiling tightly as he made his way towards you.

The young prince sits on an empty log beside you, thankful that Cregan had been distracted enough not to notice him sitting there, saving him from possibly drinking even more than he already has.

You ignored his presence there, brushing off the looks the maidens gave you when they saw your husband behind you. They discreetly tried to tell you that he was behind you—with subtle waves, widened eyes, and obvious glares—but you ignored them.

When Jace cleared his throat, thinking it could possibly catch your attention, you turned your whole body in the opposite direction. He sighs as he is faced with your back.

He gets out of his seat, and the maidens giggle as they stare at him. You clenched your jaw, your patience running thin.

The both of you look shortly at each other, not really having the stomach and pride to look at each other for long, you stood up. He breathes heavily, walking away from the fire, and you follow him without any questions, dreading each step.

When he stops, you stop as well.

You notice that he brought both of you a bit far from the bonfire—not super far, but far enough to not let the other men see you both alone.

You two stand there in awkward silence. You take a step away from him to lean on a tree, crossing your arms on your chest as you glare at him.

"What do you want?" You ask loudly and in a monotone.

Jace licks his teeth subtly before taking a cautious step toward you. He awkwardly waves his hand, staring quietly at his feet.

"I'm sorry for earli-"

"Apology accepted. Good bye," you said as you walked away from the tree, and Jace, perplexed by your actions, drew you back by your arm.

"Hear me out first," he says quietly and you glare at him. "I was.. drunk. I didn't want something to happen to us when we're drunk. It's... different. When you left, I didn't want you to think that there was something about you, because there isn't," he stammers.

"Jace, it was just a kiss." You paused to emphasize on it. "Don't make it any bigger than it actually is. I assumed, and I was mistaken," you scoffed. "I shouldn't have expected anything more from you."

Jace's eyes looked down apologetically, pursing his lips as he nodded. "I apologize again."

You laugh sarcastically at him. "Jace, if you weren't drunk, would it have made any difference?" It was his turn to look at you weirdly, his forehead contorting as he tilted his head a bit, confused at the way you were laughing at him.

The prince remained silent, his lips opening ever so slightly before he closed them. Dozens of thoughts and possible responses ran through his head, but he remained quiet.

That simple action gave you every response you needed.

You walk away from the man, going back to the bonfire, only for your eyes to widen at the sight.

A naked man running to the flames, his screams deathly frightening as he frantically patted himself off, trying to stop the fire from spreading throughout his body. The people around him were all alarmed, desperately trying to get some water for him.

Jace immediately ran over to you, holding you by your shoulders as he saw what you were seeing. The two of you snapped at each other with both of your eyes wide.

Then a simple chuckle escapes your lips. You didn't even know why you laughed; there was something that entertained you, something that took away your boredom from that very moment. Jace glared at you, appalled by the fact that you were chuckling. It took him a second to look closely at the man before he recognized him as well.

The boy on fire was the same one who had asked for a chance with you the day before.

"My prince, princess!" One of the guards from the Red Keep calls out to the both of you, running to your side. Jace glared at you, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

The guard tried to say something, but it was obvious from the way he looked that he was equally shocked and frightened by the boy's screams.

"He's saying the princess made him do it!" He says. You gulp at the sudden news, recognizing the guard as one of your sworn guards. You turned to Jace with an unexplainable look on your face, and he looked back at you speechless.

Jace turns back to the guard. "What do you mean? Who was that?" He follows the guard back to the fire, where they were already pouring water on the boy, grimacing at the sight of the burns on his body.

"Prince Jacaerys!" Cregan approaches both of you, your guard shifting defensively to your side.

The two men face each other, Jace's jaw clenching in response to Cregan's stern expression.

"Where's the princess? This boy walked into the fires, yelling your wife's name," Cregan raged, pointing to the panting and writhing boy on the ground.

"Her! It was her! You promised me!" He screamed at you when your guard moved to the side. You moved back in shock, seeing Jace's arm come in front of you in a protective manner, shielding you from the other men coming close.

You acted scared, frowning at the burned boy's death glare at you. While you looked at Cregan with the softest eyes you'd ever seen.You tried your best, acting unaware of what was happening.

Cregan sighs, nudging his head over to the boy, commanding his men to bring him to the maesters. Once he saw that his men were already attending to the boy, he went towards you and Jace.

The women and men around you began to gossip, their inaudible chatter becoming louder than the owls hooting in the trees. You glared at them, analyzing each of their faces with your eyebrow raised, before you turned back to the two men.

Jace looked only once towards the crowd, followed by Cregan, and the chattering died down almost immediately. They scurried back to their tents, where they could gossip in peace.

"I hope you don't hold the sudden commotion against me, my prince, we were all shocked. He just ran to the fire and stayed there for a second. He kept babbling on about the princess' promise for him, but I haven't seen them together." Cregan brings it up while adjusting his shirt.

"What do you think, my prince?"

Jace glances at you before he withdraws his hand, pulling you close to him by your wrist and making you yelp.

"I..." He pauses for a long time, swallowing harshly, before he loosens his grip on your wrist, only noticing now how tight his grip was.

You look away from him; it would only take him one sentence to turn every person around you against you. He knew that the boy earlier was one of your playthings, one of your gullible boys during the hunt, and with just one confirmation or word from him that you did know the boy, you were done for.

The man visibly stiffens up, unsure of how to respond, while you and Cregan look at him expectantly.

"I was with her the whole night and day. I can assure you, Lord Cregan, my wife has never been near that boy." He reassured, nodding slowly as you exhaled a relieved breath.

The days that followed the hunt were tense and awkward.

Jace couldn't bring himself to be near you for more than what was needed, he kept thinking about how he lied for you and the screams of the innocent boy.

One side of him had been pestering him, telling him that what he did was below everything his mother had taught. Him lying for you, ignoring the accountability that you should have taken because of your actions, letting you go without any punishment all continued to eat at his conscience. Every time his eyes closed, he always remembered the screams of that boy.

However, the other side of him applauded him. You are his future queen, the woman who will bear and raise his children. Your protection and well-being, no matter how difficult they may be, should always be his priority. He even swore to always be with you and stand by you during your wedding. If he were to say the opposite of what he said that night, he wouldn't be able to keep any of his priorities or his vows.

Daemon is not innocent; he did bad things just to protect his wife, Jace's mother. Viserys surely isn't as well, for the protection of his wife. But here's Jace beating himself up because of it.

He never spoke about that night with you again; he was always so tensed and awkward around you. When it came to night, the barrier between the two of you became bigger and bigger. While you snored peacefully, Jacaerys moved closer to his side.

Eventually, some of the people in Winterfell noticed this, thinking maybe it was just one of many conflicts as a married couple.

You, on the other hand, hated how he was acting. "If he's going to keep acting like this, we might as well separate." You found yourself thinking to yourself at times, glaring at him whenever you could, a dirty expression on your face as he interacted with everyone but you.

This night, you were alone in your room. Your bedside was peacefully empty, as it had been for the past two days, with no worries about where or what Jace was doing. It was in the middle of the night; he couldn't possibly have any affairs or things to do with Cregan at this hour, but you couldn't care less. He could be fucking a whore, and you wouldn't bat an eyelash at that; you're used to your brother, Aegon, mentioning such activities.

Someone suddenly emerges from a hidden doorway, from the wall covered by a curtain. You stare in confusion as Jace walks in normally, stepping back in surprise when he saw you.

He awkwardly scratches the back of his head, hanging his coat on a hanger. "I'm sorry if I have woken you..."

"Was it that hard to lie?" You asked directly, standing up from the bed with your arms crossed. His eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head a bit in confusion.

"Let's not kid ourselves, Jace. You've been acting like I've murdered someone and asked you to seal your lips for me. I didn't even ask you to. I could have gotten myself out of that situation myself." You start off, "I don't care if you're distancing yourself from me, I'd actually like that! But at least tell me what you are doing; if you're fucking another person or if you'd rather not be near me, tell me. So I can plan how to make this shit marriage work. The more we act like this, the more we'll get in trouble with our mothers."

"How is it so easy for you?" Jace replies quietly, with his head hanging down, biting at his lips.

"What is?"

"That boy, an innocent boy, almost died from his burns because of your silly games, Y/N. You made him run into the fire in exchange for your hand, and you're married! You act like it's nothing. Laughing at the matter as if it is just a mere performance when it is a life, Y/N." Jace was enraged, his voice as loud as it had ever been. "And I lied about it.." He whispers after, massaging his scalp as he sat down on one of the chairs, obviously troubled by the guilt.

"You just lied, Jace. A little white lie. It's not like you killed someone."

You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed that was face to face with the chair he sat on. You didn't care, honestly speaking.

He's right; to you, it was nothing more than a show, a distraction from your boredom that night. But Jace knew nothing—at least nothing that would alter his opinion in light of what you did.

"That boy wasn't innocent, Jacaerys, trust me. And you aren't as well; none of us are. Did you not understand that the moment you lied for me?" You spoke in a low tone, his head slowly rising to stare at you, "You'll never be a king if you think all is nice and good, Jacaerys."

"How do you think our ancestors became rulers? By asking nicely?" You laugh mockingly.

"They were evil, Jace. They killed, they lied, they cheated, and they played dirty! But all of that doesn't matter because it's all for us. Every evil thing they did, every life they gave up, every bad thing they thought of and did, it was all for their subjects, for the kingdom they ruled."

You watch the dilemma further intensify in Jacaerys' face, different thoughts conflicting in his head. Leaning against the stone wall, he watched the guards monitor the area, the torches in their hands lighting their pathways.

"How is that connected? When you told him to run into the fires, was it for the common good? Was it necessary? Did it save anyone?"

You sealed your lips at Jace's rhetorical questions, waiting for him to calm down as you saw him start to get angry at the subject. He notices the cautious look on your face, and so he sits back down on the chair in front of you.

He inhaled deeply. Part of him was relieved that he had finally gotten everything off his chest, but another part was also scared he might yell at you.

"I'm your wife, you are my husband. You should side with me, always." You stood up, walking to Jace as he looked up at you from his seat.

There had been something different when Jace looked into your eyes—something that pulled him differently.

In his mind, there were no longer two opposing sides; now, there was only one.

He rose from his seat, staring at you in silence as he was now looking down on you from his place.

Your forehead scrunched as you felt the air around both of you change, feeling a pair of hands go over the side of your bare arms, harshly pulling you close. Jace paused for a moment to look at you, licking his lips before he notices your slight nod, throwing every bit of rationality out of the window because of it.

The feeling of his lips hastily and aggressively attaching themselves to yours caught you off guard. Both of your eyes closed as you reciprocated the aggression, swiping your tongue against Jace's lips as you placed your arms around his neck, pulling him down.

He held the side of your face, tilting it a bit as he deepened the kiss. He leaned his body weight onto yours, the both of you stumbling before you hit the bedpost with an audible gasp.

You glared at him when he pulled away, his lips already pink and puffy.

"Get used to lying for me, I'm sure you could do that for your wife." You spoke quickly with one sharp intake of breath.

The sides of Jace's lips rise a bit, scoffing audibly before he kisses you once more. This time, much more aggressive than before. Tangling his tongue with yours as the two of you fought for dominance, his hands rushed to unbutton the buckles in front of his coat.

You pull roughly at the hair behind his head, pulling Jacaerys away with a teasing grin. He hissed at that, scowling at you.

"You are so insufferable," Jace mumbles before he pushes you softly onto the bed. He pulled off his vest as he went on top of you, harshly kissing your jaw while you held him close.

He starts sucking on various parts of your neck, his hands moving all over your body, making you mewl as you close your eyes. You felt his lips smile on your skin while leaving kisses on the places that he bit.

Right before he pulls off your nightgown, you felt him halt.

Your brows furrowed, slowly opening your eyes, only to see Jacaerys looking cautiously around the room, his nose scrunching as the smell started to invade your nose as well.

It smelled like fire, like something was burning.

You jerked up almost immediately, a hand on your chest as you took a quick look around. Smoke began to come in from the chamber door. Jace quickly turned over, pulling a random tunic from his closet. "There's something burning, stay here," he announces lowly, walking to the door.

You roll your eyes in disbelief; he just left you. Nonetheless, you stand up from the bed itself, walking to the window while Jace slowly opens the door. Smoke came into the chambers while the smell of the fire intensified as you approached the window. Your eyes squint at the foggy window, and you wave your hand by your face because of the smoke before a bright flame catches your attention.

Only then did it hit you that the fire wasn't inside the house; it was outside.

"Jace-"

A blade was put to your throat the moment you turned around. A boy that was a few centimeters taller than you with bandages all over his body, dark spots on his face. You gulped as you recognized him.

"I thought, the prince would be the one here..." he starts off, clutching your face tightly as he moves you away from the window. You gripped his arm as hard as you could, struggling to pull it off your jaw. "Doesn't matter. At least I'd get to collect your debt, running into the fire isn't exactly an... easy play. Acting like a gullible fool wasn't as well."

Your eyes flickered helplessly towards the door, hearing hard knocks from the outside and the door handle hitting loudly. He grabs your face with his other hand, pulling it in his direction with a wicked grin. "It's locked, princess."

He pulls off the bandage from one of his wrists, the one that wasn't holding you. Your forehead contorts as you see a familiar brand on it. He's from Essos, a member of the triarchy to be exact. "H-how did you get here?" You gritted your teeth when he pushed the blade closer as you spoke.

You don't get a response or a reaction from him, he merely stares at you. His fingers soon find themselves on your bare shoulders. "D'you know how many people have mistaken me for a boy?" He pulls you close to his lips, whispering in your ear, letting his foreign accent seep through his voice. You stiffened when you felt him lightly push aside the thin string of your nightdress.

"Think, Y/N." You screamed in your head, eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to think of something. Soon enough, you found yourself leaning back into the bed on your own accord as the man's eyebrow raised at your action, his grip on the blade loosening a bit as he let you do it. He paid close attention to your every move, like a predator to his prey.

You kept your eyes on him, pulling your leg up to make the ends of your dress hike up, and you felt a bit relieved as you saw his eyes go down your legs. He quickly stalks up to you, pressing his blade once more against your neck pulse.

"Don't jester with me, Hightower." He threatens, speaking the family name like something rotten.

"You said you wanted to get your end of the bargain, right?" You chuckled shakily, and he smirked as he watched you pull off the other string of your gown, his eyes feasting on your bare chest as he pulled down the front of your gown.

When you hear something clanging, you both turn quickly in that direction. Your eyes widen when you see Jacaerys, and you take a split second to grab a random golden vase from your bedside and smack the man's head as hard as you can.

"Took you long enough!" You yelled at Jace, glaring at him while the loud echo from the vase rang throughout the room. The man groaned loudly. Jace was about to reply when he saw the way the man's grip on the blade loosened before tightening once more around its handle.

He lunged towards him, pulling the man off of you as he pinned him down on the wooden floor with a loud thump, throwing away the blade from his grip. You pulled up the strings of your gown, running to their side and seeing Jace land a punch on him, the man under him trying to overpower him.

You sighed loudly, dropping down to the draping under the bed as you looked for the blade that Jace took away from the man. Once you managed to grab its handle, you pushed Jace off of him, driving the blade straight into his shoulder. What you did makes Jace's eyes widen. Your jaw clenched while you pulled the blade out before stabbing him once more. This time, in his chest, close to his heart.

His screams filled your chambers; what might sound like pure agony to Jace sounded like music to you. The man could have killed you as soon as you turned around, without any struggle, but it was his biggest mistake not doing so.

Right before you stab him the third time, Jace pulls you off. Taking the blade from your hand and dropping it to the floor. The two of you stare blankly at each other, chests heaving at what just happened. Everything happened so quickly—one moment you two were kissing, and then in the next you were already stabbing someone.

You blinked at the body on the bedroom floor, gulping as you saw the man panting for air, his hand covering the parts you had stabbed.

Jace watched you stare blankly at the body, also shocked at the sudden turn of events.

The two of you looked towards the doorway wherein Jace had entered, seeing Cregan and some of the guards of Winterfell with him. His eyes turned from the body on the floor to you and your bloodied hands, to Jace, and finally to the body laying on the floor. He gives one look to his guards, and they unlock your chamber's door. More men come in as they pull the body away.

Jace approaches your side, just as silent as you were. Cregan walks over to talk to the both of you, not before you beat him to speaking first.

"Me and my husband will be returning to King's Landing at first light on dragonback. Do tell your commanders to notify our guards of the decision." Jace turns to you. "Also, we will be bringing the man with us to face trial on charges of arson and attempted murder against the prince and princess."

Cregan looked to Jace for confirmation, concerned by your blank expression. You kept your face straight as you looked at Cregan, not bothering to look at Jacaerys.

"It is in my desire that you understand and accept my wife's decision, my lord. Her safety had been put at risk, as had mine.” He confirms, warily placing an arm around you.

You tilt your head, waiting for the lord's response. When he accepts your decision, saying that he'll arrange everything, you get to breathe again, walking away from the two men as you opened your cabinet and grabbed a new gown. You turned to them, raising an eyebrow before Cregan nodded, leaving the room and having servants clean the mess on the floor. 

"I told you, didn’t I?" You brought up when you and Jace were alone, the prince glancing at you. "He wasn't nice."

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[phoenixlionme]

DC/Marvel Biracial Heroes

DC

1. Kyle Rayner aka Green Lantern - half Irish and half Mexican

2. Keli Quintela aka Teen Lantern - Afro-Indigenous Bolivian

3. Ya’Wara - Indigenous Brazilian Tapirape  

4. Arthur Curry aka Aquamn - in the DCEU and some recent adaptations; half White and half Polynesian

5. Koryak - eldest son and child of Aquaman; in original he was half white and half Inuit, but with the recent racebend of Arthur, Koryak would now be of white, Polynesian, and Inuit heritage

6.  Yara Flor aka Wonder Woman - Afro-Indigenous Brazilian

7. Selina Kyle aka Catwoman - Afro Cuban; given her mother has been played by both black and white women and she states of being Cuban in the comics, I see her as Afro Cuban

8.  Helena Wayne aka Robin VI aka Batwoman II - daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. Half White and half Afro Cuban

9. Damian Wayne aka Robin - half White and half Arabian Chinese

10. Rose Wilson aka Ravager - half Hmong and half White

11. Connor Hawke aka Green Arrow II - he is of mixed Black, Cambodian and White heritage

12. Lian Nguyen-Harper aka Red Riding Hood - half Vietnamese and half White

13. Jade Crock aka Cheshire - I like the idea of her reforming, she was my personal fav anti-villain in the animated YJ series; half Vietnamese and half White

14. Artemis Crock aka Huntress - half Vietnamese and half White

15. Emiko Queen aka Red Arrow II - half Japanese and half White

16. Cassandra Cain aka Batgirl - half Chinese (although her Asian heritage is often debated), and half White

17. Irey West aka Impulse - half Korean and half White

18. Jai West - half Korean and half White

19. Jenni Ognats aka XS - half Black and half White

20. Maya Ducard aka Nobody II - Afro Latina

21. Hero Cruz - Afro Latino

22. Marisol Rios De La Luz aka La Borinqueña - Afro Puerto Rican

23. Julia Pennyworth - she is biracial but it’s unknown what the race of her mother is. In a previous post, I stated I saw her as half Black but now I see her as half Afro Latina and half White.

24. Alinta aka Bolt - from Teen Titans Academy; she appears to be Black and it’s confirmed she is from Australia, so I see her as a Australian Aboriginal 

25. Anita Fite aka Empress - Afro Haitian

26. Uno aka Aztek I - Nahua Mexican

27. Nayeli Constant aka Aztek II - Nahua Mexican

28. Val Armorr aka Karate Kid  - half Japanese and half White

29. Wallace West aka Kid Flash II - half Black and half White

30. Keshena Carpentier aka Timber -  half Menominee but I’m not sure of the other half

31. Tesla Strong - half Black and half White

32. Tiana Toomes aka Starlin - half Black and half White

33. Traci Thirteen aka Traci 13 - Her Asian nationality is unknown and often debated. In my opinion, I make her half Filipina and half Thai. Since there aren’t a lot of Southeast Asian superheroes

34.  Olive Silverlock - from Gotham Academy; her ethnicity is unknown but she is POC given her dark skin. She might also be albino. For me, I think she is a POC albino, most likely of Arabian descent. She may also be biracial.

35. Renee Montoya aka The Question II - Afro Puerto Rican

MARVEL

1. Danielle Cage aka Captain America - half white and half black

2. America Chavez aka Miss America - Afro Puerto Rican Caribbean

3. Miles Morales aka Spider Man - half black and half Puerto Rican

4. Sam Alexander aka Nova - half Mexican and half white

5. Daken Akihiro aka Wolverine - half Japanese and half white

6. Laura Kinney aka X-23 aka Wolverine - following from her original appearance where she had notable dark skin in X-Men Evolutions. It was never confirmed but I believe her “mother” was Afro Latina. So, Laura would be half Afro Latina and half white

7. Maya Lopez aka Echo - half Hispanic and half Native Cheyenne

8. Eden Fesi aka Manifold - Black Australian Aboriginal

9. Lucas Bishop - Black Australian Aboriginal

10. Gloria Dolores Muñoz aka Risque - half Seminole and half Cuban 

11.  Maria De Guadalupe “Lupe” Santiago aka Silverclaw -  Hispanic nationality unknown but lives in a fictional Hispanic island or country and is an Indigenous member

12. Aliyah Bishop - Black Australian Aboriginal

13. Narya aka Snowbird - half Inuit and possibly half White

14. Lucy Rand - daughter of Danny Rand and Misty Knight; half Black and half White; since I would racebend Danny as Tibetan American, that would make her half Tibetan and half Black

12. Silhouette Chord aka Silhouette - half Black and half Cambodian

13.  Kei Kawade aka Kid Kaiju - half Japanese and half white

14.  Jeannine Sauvage aka Guillotine - Afro Arabian, from my personal opinion and the info about character

15.  Daisy Johnson aka Quake - half Chinese and half white American

16. Katy Chen - from the MCU; I’m following the same heritage as her actress; half Chinese and half Korean

17. Colleen Wing - half Chinese and half Japanese

18. Victor Alvarez aka Power Man - Afro Dominican

19.  Cecilia Reyes - Afro Puerto Rican

20. Roberto da Costa aka Sunspot - Afro Brazilian

21. Nezhno Abidemi aka Gentle - half Black (Wakandan) and half White (Russian)

22. Thunderstorm - daughter of Thor and Ororo Munroe/Storm; half White and half Black (Kenyan)

23. Neena Thurman aka Domino - half Black and half White

24. Kiyoshi Morales aka Captain America - half Japanese and half Hispanic

25. Nathaniel Carver aka Hindsight - half Korean and half White

26. Peni Parker aka SP//DR - half Japanese and half White

27. Selah Burke aka Sun Girl - half Black and half White

28.  Anya Corazon aka Arana - half Mexican and half Puerto Rican

29.  Angel Salvadore aka Tempest - Afro-Latina

30.  Nina the Conjuror - Brazilian, given her dark skintone, she might be Afro-Brazilian

31.  Ellie Camacho - half white and half Hispanic

Please list any more if you don’t see any on the list. Be respectful with the comments.

[coeurxdor]

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choiceღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played 

dorcas is one of my favs lmao but her aside…. uhhh…  honestly i’m someone who generally creates a character for LIFE ( i’ve been writing some characters for nearly a decade now ) so… this isn’t easy. i’ll say  neal brar (oc), kitsey greyson (oc, i never get to write her and it’s such a shame), and valentina salgado (oc) ok fuck also tiberius ogden (oc) and malena bedford (oc) i can’t leave either of them out. 

 ✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

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ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

dorcas with any of the marauders like………………………. no thanks. never, thanks. ( MAYBE with james or peter in some au, but it’s a pretty massive maybe ). or like ships with death eaters that are completely random and have zero solid/logical foundations. 

otherwise, i’m super open with ships. i’m primarily plot based, even with my ships to be honest. i’ve been in situations where dorcas had chemistry with another character  but the plots me and the other player came up, ship-wise, just didn’t speak to me at all so even though we were supposed to “ship” because our characters had chemistry or w/e, i wasn’t really up for it.

i’ve had some nice ships with ocs from historical verses, modern royalty, and x-men verses. 

in the harry potter universe, i’ve had ships with a bunch of ocs and minor canons. think it, i’ve probably done it. i’ve had ships with muggle characters, death eaters (members or leaning), order members, journalists, diplomats, hit wizards, inventors, celebrities, etc.

all of these are old as shit and i haven’t talked to my partners in ages but thus far my most well plotted out + favourite ships/ship plots have been with:

gideon prewett - it was a friends turned lovers ship, but it was very complicated as it developed over the course of a solid 5 years and with the war gideon developed a drinking problem and there were many other mini sub-plots… it was… great, but MY kind of great with lots of character development and slow burn and it ended with them going “ok we can figure this out we’ll make a proper effort” and then gideon died like a week later lmao. ( we had a star wars au for this too )

evan rosier - met at school. they were just kids. he stopped talking to her when he was 12 because he found out she was a halfblood and she absolutely didn’t put up with his nonsense. two years later they had the chance to talk about it… and they were unable to stop talking since then, behind doors that is. they always had a very peculiar dynamic, meeting in the middle in certain aspects, being ruled by their education and backgrounds in others, and above all showing each other two very different perspectives of what would become a war ( and, in their own ways, they used the knowledge they got from each other as a sort of leverage later on - knowledge is power, so it goes ). after graduation they grew apart, then close again, then he tried to pull some really stupid things after he got married and their dynamic deteriorated considerably after that and as the war progressed. there was always going to be something there even if only given to how much they shared with each other, but i was very open about dorcas not having romantic feelings for him anymore ( and gd knows having them in the first place was an identity crisis as it was ) but my partner at the time told me he would continue to have feelings for her which made the whole dynamic even more interesting. there was always tension, and angst, and power dynamics and one time they did exchange war related information once ( they never said where their affiliations lied, but they didn’t need to at that point, to either of them it was blatantly clear ) but it was on a very particular case concerning the murder of a diplomat where both the order and the death eaters were being blamed when neither side had been involved. 

an oc auror  AND I APOLOGIZE BUT YOU’LL ALL HAVE TO PUT UP WITH ME WITH THIS ONE BC IT WAS ONE OF MY FAV DYNAMICS AND I LOVE AND MISS IT DEARLY. they met while she was still studying to be a healer, he asked her out she said yes but then life happened and they never did get to go on that date. fast-forward a year she’s working at the ministry as a secretary like five desks away from him, huffing at aurors and hit wizards for not filling their reports correctly and no she’s not going to bloody write them for you. he was awkward and self-conscious about it but there were no hard feelings about the failed date (dorcas had literally just joined the order so she had a lot on her plate anyway). very gradually they got talking, hooked up, it turned into a “oh no don’t worry about it it was nothing serious we were just blowing off some steam” which turned into “oh crap im falling in love” and eventually they started dating and it was the most wonderful thing in the world… and then like 6 months into it dorcas broke up with him because it was, like, early 1979 and every time they got together he ended up talking poorly of the order ( they broke up when, one day, he was trashing the order after, unbeknownst to him, the order had saved his ass and his partner’s ass and dorcas was just sitting there with the damn take out he had brought thinking “i really did this to myself huh fuck my entire life i have to end this”. they ended things abruptly and still very much in love. ) fast-forward some months he ends up reaching out to her somewhat awkwardly because he doesn’t know who to talk to ( he was a person of strong convictions but very private and he had grown very used to being able/feeling comfortable talking to her ). what did he want to get off his chest? that he had just discovered he had child. some 3 year old girl. the mother kept him in the dark about their daughter ( her reasons were that she didn’t think he was ever going to make a good father due to how much of a workaholic he was ) and he stumbled on the information. he ended up admitting to dorcas he desperately wanted to have a relationship with the child but didn’t know how to and long story short they started dating again, so painfully gradually and casually. dorcas wasn’t always present when he was with his daughter, but she was far from a stranger to the little girl. however, by mid 1980 the war was at its peak and dorcas was leading like 4 parallel lives and going to too many funerals - she was running on fumes and she did have an emotional breakdown once in front of him one time but it was after his daughter caught dragon pox and he assumed she was just overwhelmed and being sensitive ( he was so thrown off that while he was anxious himself he even went as far as cracking a joke about how she was the one who usually kept it together ). in early 1981 he started seeing his daughter more regularly, there was an unofficially joint custody thing going, and he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. not marriage by any means just, something more tangible and sure and clear, primarily because he didn’t want to have someone in his daughter’s life who would just not be in it for the long run. so they sat down and he told her everything that was going on inside his head, he said that it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her to be around he just needed to have the conversation with her… and dorcas was sitting there thinking “yes, this is something i want, this doesn’t scare me, this makes me happy, i love this person and i love that little girl like she was mine and i want to grow to love her and her father even more.” so she said she didn’t. she said she wasn’t interested; that he had read her wrong. she thought of the two broken ribs she had some weeks prior and how edgar and his wife and their children were six feet under. they parted away, never spoke again, and she was murdered like 5 months later in july/august. i shared ideas and hcs, but, as an active contributing writer, the story ended here for me. however, the way my former roleplay partner wrote what happened after dorcas’ death goes like this:years later, he ended up marrying the mother of his child ( they were able to reconnect in a healthy way because of how much character development he experienced while dating dorcas ). they had two other children.  around twenty years later, the dust of the second war settling and previously private information about both wars was gradually becoming public. one morning his eldest daughter was reading the newspaper and she casually asked mom and dad, sitting at the table with her, if they knew anyone who fought in the first war. they both mentioned a handful of hit wizards and aurors, and that was that - she closed the newspaper dismissively and left to meet with friends. it was summer. i can’t remember if it was later that day or the day after, but he asked her what had prompted her to ask such question and she said there was a face in the newspaper that seemed familiar. he asked her the name of the person, she couldn’t remember only that it was “funny but familiar”, and as she went to get the newspaper she continued that that neither he nor mom had said it. he got his glasses, she opened the newspaper for him in the multi-page article about new information from the first war and pointed at one of the several small moving photographs - the penny dropped as he recognized the face right away.a lot of things made sense after he found out dorcas was a member of the order, it was, in a way a relief for him to discover it because it filled in a lot of blanks ( and it made him feel better in the sense that no, he hadn’t been the problem in their relationship )… but on the other hand it was also highly bittersweet and conflicting, and he had more questions and about a thousand new feelings and emotions to process. the worst part was she had been dead for two decades so it wasn’t as thought he could talk to her about it. i think that ( i can’t remember ) at some point, in anger and frustration, he thought that she should have told him, and then he remembered what he was like and what his views of the order were and he was forced to admit to himself that if she had said anything to him, if she had trusted him with that information, his self from twenty years ago would have been highly judgmental and ended things immediately ( we had an au where this happened and it was the most horrible thing - it was right after an attack and they hadn’t even showered yet and dusted themselves off and he just told her to leave, didn’t even look her in the eye ). eventually he came to terms with her decisions and understood why she had made them and was able to tell his eldest daughter why the women in the photo looked familiar.

i don’t think i’ve had a single ship for dorcas, in any universe, where she ends up happy lmao bottoms up i don’t know how to write happy endings (unless it’s in aus) cheers.

♫ ━ a small playlist 

ok so im really really really realllly bad at playlists and i’ve already done one for dorcas here and i don’t want to make another lmao so can i make two mini ones for two of your characters instead?

for robb stark 

kids - mgmt 

fire - kasabian

everybody’s watching me -  the neighbourhood

seven nation army - the white stripes

howl - florence and the machine

afterlife - arcade fire

bonus: heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs // pretty fly for a white guy - the offspring

for rose tyler

perfect places - lorde

run away with me - carly rae jepsen

the last of the real ones - fall out boy

drops of jupiter - train

adventure of a lifetime - coldplayp