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#lack of raya content on the timeline so i providing like a good father#i havent slept idk why i used that analogy#love language: physical touch#arsenal#bukayo saka#david raya#gabriel magalhaes#and arsenal staff shocked by the levels of intimacy
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Representation matters. I hate how people take stories from one culture change the physical characteristics and call it representation of another. Dark skinned Ariel, Santa, or Snow White is not proper representation of other cultures. These are still European stories . Moana, Raya, Mulan; these are proper representation of other cultures. They are stories from other cultures. I would rather see REAL cultural stories from other places than just Europran stories coloured in differently trying to pass as different. How is it true representation if the stories are not even theirs? Do we really want little ones to grow up and think European culture matters and everything else does not? Or that everyone is represented by European culture and nothing else?
#little mermaid#ariel#princess ariel#santa#santa claus#snow white#moana#raya and the last dragon#raya#mulan#representation#disney#st nicholas#saint nicholas#father christmas#proper representation#culture
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Mindlessly self indulgent Meg McCaffrey in a Baju Kebaya (Traditional clothing from Malaysia that's ornateness I've come no where near capturing).
While there are many pjo characters, the only person I truly believe could be Malaysian would be this girl (for logical totally non biased reasons that say nothing about the artist's nationality).
It really just adds even more depth to the wellspring that is Meg. A second gen immigrant ripped apart from her family. Forced to twist herself into impossible shapes for the sake of someone who couldn't care less about her. (Which says a neat little thing about western colonization over Southeast Asia if you squint).
Thank you @ferodactyl for letting me rant about Malaysian Meg cause I probably wouldn't have done this without you <3
#trials of apollo#toa fanart#meg mccaffrey#toa#toa hcs#sorry whoever sent that anon. i am doing this to recover from thinkers block#instead of the “crushed rose” its a bunga raya (Malaysia's national flower)#cutting off her only tie not just to her father but to her home country#now I'm just making myself sad
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#no plans au#the saying is originally in Spanish#hijo de tigre nace con rayas#or other variations of it#like ‘hijo de tigre - pintito’#it’s just ‘like father like son’ but fancy
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playing dnd and mY FAVORITE NPC FUCKING DIED and his daughter doesn’t know yet and she’s only 9. his last words were him telling Robyn (my character) to tell his daughter he’s sorry and that he loves her and asking him to take care of his kid for him bc his little sister and her would get along well. and he knows that they would because he died protecting his sister i am going to start profusely sobbing
#THEY JUST MET. THEY JUST MET AND ROBYN THANKED HIM ON HIS DEATHBED#literal direct quote after robyn profusely thanked him for saving his sister:#‘she’s a good kid. i promised her id let her meet corrine… make good on that promise for me will you?’#and. and then my guy is like sobbing and promising that he will and that he’ll make sure his kid is okay#and then davvish (the npc) goes ‘of course you will. you’re a good kid too. take care of em. make sure they smile.’#EATING. GRAVEL#bc. bc davvish protected raya (my guy’s little sister) for like a month bc they both got kidnapped by the bbeg#and they bonded and he heard so much abt robyn from raya#and. i’m just. ohhh fuck man i am Not living la vida loca rn. holy shitfuck man#he got me. the zesty middle aged single father of one got me.
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Progam Istimewa Inda Raya - Aldi Untuk Warga Kota Madiun "Modal Tanpa Jaminan"
Liputan : Rofi Suhardi Minggu 3 September 2024 Detikindo24.com,MADIUN -Dalam rangka memperkuat sektor kewirausahaan dan meningkatkan keterampilan masyarakat Kota Madiun, pasangan calon Walikota Madiun, Inda Raya Ayu Miko Saputri, dan calon Wakil Walikota, Aldi Dwi Prastianto, mengadakan pelatihan meracik parfum di Good father, Jalan Tanjung Raya 30, Kelurahan Manisrejo, Kecamatan Taman, Kota…
#Calon Wakil Walikota Aldi Dwi Prastianto#Calon Walikota Madiun Inda Raya Ayu Miko Saputri#Good father#Pelatihan meracik parfum#pilkada kota madiun 2024#program bantuan tanpa jaminan
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bruh icrewatched raya and the last dragkn have been trying to figure out what dep la means and someone said it means beautiful and i eas like yeah no that works bc đẹp means beaitiful but i couldnt figure out what the la was and its actually lạ as in strange and raya and namaari wete just calling eachother strangely beautiful?
#i read another comment saying 'oh in raya they use dep la to mean friend' or smth#uh no if ur gonna use ba to mean father then ur gonna use dep la to mean strangely beautiful#kat talks#anyways i have problems w the movie LOL like i enjoy the movie but im also gonna be critiquing it in an essay HAHA
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unzipchip - LOOK we did a selfie
sourscout - that’s my bro chippenfail - I have to claim all that cheese as my twin. I can’t live up to it. acidtrip - I warned you about smiling. You’re weirding me out. Stop now or forever hold your peace.
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Ooooo can I grab a spice pie a Eton mess with a coffee and hard lemonade please and thank you bunny 😊
With max verstappen
bakery menu!
want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu (yay), there's still tons of things to order and i'd love for you have a little slice from the bakery! thank you for any prompts sent and especially to @e-verstappen for this lovely prompt! i don't usually get a lot of spice pie & eton mess orders so this was fun!! i hope you enjoy!! <3
spice pie ("i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut.") + eton mess ("be careful. your breath smells like cum.") + coffee (rivals au) + hard lemonade (possessive behavior)
cw: smut/pwp, rivals au, possessive behavior, dirty talk/degrading language, mean!max, ferrari driver!reader, jos jumpscare, oral sex (reader receives), couch sex, unprotected sex
this had a happen in groups of three within a similar time frame. and with max, these three things sent the possessive driver off the edge. you had been deluding yourself into believing that these encounters with him were simple little flings.
you didn't realize that max verstappen had been going around the paddock telling people that you were together and to get their noses out of you. regardless, things happened in threes
first, it was practice. for the singapore grand prix, you shoved max out of first position and he scrambled only being able to cling onto fifth. it didn't help that jos had come by to see how the weekend was going to shape up. secondly, the same jos verstappen congratulated you on the excellent job maintaining a strong presence on the track. what made max's mouth twitch as he watched was that his father was being genuine to you. and thirdly, while you and max were in his hotel the night before the race, both nursing a beer. he caught a glimpse of you on raya.
and that just set the driver off. beer can tumbled on the floor, and his hands around your wrist. your phone threatening to meet the beer can. your eyes gazed into his with concern marking your features.
"what the fuc-"
"i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut." his words were biting.
"excuse me!"
"raya? really? you sit there all pretty on the track. getting all the praise, and the first place in the qualifiers. then you come with me and now you're trying to find other men to fuck." his voice was venomous.
you got out of his grasp and gave him a shove off of you on the couch, "this is stress relief, asshole." then shifted in your seat as you put your phone to the side. you hated that when he got like that, it turned you on, "and i barely got any praise from anyone besides me team. it was almost too close to call."
his hand was on your thigh and his lips at your neck. he said, "stress relief?" his breathing was hot against your neck, "god, you're stupid." his large hands were on your hips as he went after your neck once more.
this time were was little resistance from you. you couldn't help it, after all this time with him. he still made your brain turn into soup.
"no, no. this is far from casual. the trips, the gifts, our time together. you knew deep down that you're only on raya to kill time. because you don't want to admit that you already found your husband."
you took him by the back of the neck and looked into his gaze. you swallowed, "you're a possessive fuck, max."
he raised his eyebrows at you, "i have to. because these men don't know when a woman is taken." before he crashed his lips against yours. you wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders.
you hated it. he was your rival, you stood on opposing ends. you fought tooth and nail on the track, your entire career had been snapping your fangs at one another. so to be stripped for vulnerable felt so different. it was like max could see through it all. whatever face you've given to the press.
you hated more that it was the same face you put on raya. the confident woman of formula one. but deep down, you yearned to be loved by someone. someone who was as unbalanced as you. thus you collided with max as he got between your legs and started to get you out of the sweatpants (that he owned) you were wearing. your panties went with it.
"i need to remind you that you are mine, got it? i need that app deleted when i'm done with you. better yet, delete the entire account and apologize to the company for wasting their time with you on it... because you weren't finding prince charming on it." then went between your legs and licked across your cunt which made you tense up.
his mouth on you was hot and it made you heated all over. damn max verstappen damn him, and when his tongue came out you were gripping onto his short almost-blond hair. you felt the skip in your chest as he rubbed his nose up against your clit.
if you could, you'd be hitting him in the head in frustration. he drover you insane as much as you fell in love with him. a push and pull of desires as he orally pleasured you. your toes curled in the socks you wore (which was also stolen from him).
his tongue continued to lap against your soaked hole and his nose nudged up against your achy clit. it was a stimulated hell in the best was possible. it made you feel so hot that you eventually took your t-shirt off and laid there in just socks and your bra.
while it felt amazing, he didn't quite get you to climax, when he eventually came up for air. he looked up at you with those blue eyes of his. there was a heated lust in them as he got up from his spot on the couch and was on you once more. he was heavily breathing, as were you.
"be careful. your breath smells like cum." you said softly as you covered his mouth with your hand for a moment before he went in for a searing kiss. first on your palm before he pulled it away and went for your lips.
you whined against the kiss and gripped onto the back of his shirt. your nails dug into the soft fabric, threatening to rip it off his shoulders. his clothed, hard cock rubbed against your achy cunt.
"i want you." you sighed, "i hate that you're in my head."
he chuckled, "i wouldn't want to be anywhere else." he got his cock out of his pants and rubbed it against you for a few moments before he sank inside of you. his hands braced on the back of the couch as he got inside of you as far as he could go. which was far enough because you could already feel him bruising your poor cunt.
you shuddered, your nipples grew hard as you held onto his strong shoulders. he always made you feel so good, especially when those soft lips of his were pressed against yours. it was because of you that he learned what lip balm was and didn't gross any of his dates out. now it benefited you as he rocked his cock up into you.
fucking on the couch like two desperate animals. but desperation didn't lead to long lasting sessions of intimacy. you hated that max verstappen lived in your head rent free, devouring any attempts to meet anyone else. why meet anyone else when you have max? while you bloomed under his attention, you hated that you had little choice in the matter. he had sunk his claws into you long ago. and now you were lazily making out with him.
you came quickly, like a strike of lightning through your body. you moaned into the kiss and arched your back off the couch as he continued to fuck you with a high intensity. your toes curled and your nails dug into his shoulders more.
he panted heavily, "that's good. a good little girl. you know exactly how to get me going." he groaned as he continued to fuck you with heavy thrusts and it made you feel hot all over as his cock pressed into the deepest parts of you. your brain felt over stimulated and the kisses got harder.
you needed him, it wasn't a want any long. he was what was pulling at your chest as he gave a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you with a heated groan against your lips. which made you pant heavily.
you relaxed against the covers and panted heavily. you felt a drum of heat in your head as you looked at him. he was loomed over you for a moment as he tried to compose himself.
you let out a little whimper and it made max's cock jump while still in you.
"now do you get it? you're mine." he said as he pulled out and then grabbed your face for a kiss. you moaned a little into the kiss and when he pulled away, "right?"
you looked at him a little blissed out, your tongue couldn't find the words. but that didn't mind max too much, he could see it in your eyes. his little rival wanted him. he gave you another kiss before he got a hold of you. he could get a second round out of you in the bedroom before he fucked all sense out of you. <3
#bunny writes#the bakery#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#m#max smut#max verstappen smut#formula one imagine#formula 1 fic#formula 1 rpf#formula one fanfiction#formula 1#formula one#f1 smut#f1 fic#f1 x reader#f1#mv33 fic#mv33 x reader#mv33#mv1 imagine#mv1 x reader#mv1 smut#mv1#mv33 smut#f1 rivals au#rivals au
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"It's Been A While, Morgott"
To me, this moment of tenderness all but confirms that Godfrey must have visited his Omen children in their sewer prison.
Consider everything we know about Godfrey. He actively venerated the Crucible and its primal manifestations. His knights wore helms decorated with horns and utilized its animalistic magic:
Even after the Crucible fell from favour, these knights were tolerated right up until Godfrey was banished. Therefore Godfrey must have been preserving them even despite Marika's decrees. This makes sense, because Godfrey was born in the ancient era when the Crucible's wild power was considered a blessing, not a curse:
"A vestige of the crucible of primordial life. Born partially of devolution, it was considered a signifier of the divine in ancient times, but is now increasingly disdained as an impurity as civilization has advanced."
To Godfrey, his Omen sons would not have been something to revile. This is supported by the fact that their horns weren't excised. I doubt it was Marika's choice, since she had turned against the Crucible by then. It MUST have been at Godfrey's behest. Likewise, who else could have commissioned THIS?
A "memorial fetish fashioned in secret" that CLEARLY depicts Morgott. Someone CARED about this secret Omen infant. Enough to memorialize their their existence at the risk of the entire Golden Order. It literally ONLY could have been Godfrey.
Lastly, there's the circumstances of Godfrey's banishment. Most people say he was simply cast aside after he ran out of enemies to fight, but this CAN'T be all there was to it, because Raya Lucaria still existed. A FAR better explanation is that Godfrey began to show signs of disobedience. Godfrey was a man of instinct and emotion. Could such a man have sat idle while his children were imprisoned and his comrades reviled by the very order HE helped build?
No. And so Godfrey began to visit his Omen children in secret, where he told them stories of their lineage and their origins. In Morgott his stories instilled a Lord's sense of duty for the Erdtree and everything it could be.
In Mohg, his stories instilled an Omen's sense of pride for the Crucible, and everything it once was.
Until Marika learned of her husband's treachery, and the Omen Twins never saw their father again.
EDITED IN EXTRA OBSERVATION:
Someone pointed out that Serosh exists to channel Godfrey's emotions, and what's the first thing we hear/see when we approach Godfrey holding his son? Serosh roaring in anger. Beneath that kingly countenance, Godfrey is a lot more distraught than he's capable of showing.
#Elden Ring#Morgott#Margit#Godfrey#queen marika#marika#elden ring morgott#elden ring margit#elden ring mohg#mohg#mohg lord of blood#morgott the omen king#godfrey the first elden lord#elden ring theory#elden ring lore#margit the fell omen#the crucible#crucible knight#elden ring omen#elden ring crucible
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Luck. (P3)
Cregan Stark x reader; Robb Stark x reader
Summary: the reader finds herself enjoying the past with Cregan more and more.
There is light smut in this one. You have been warned.
Part 1, 2
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Only two days later did it happen again.
She and Robb were in the crypt visiting Robb's ancestors for the first time since their marriage.
The torch lit up the dark cavern and only the sound of their footsteps and water dripping could be heard.
Her head moved on a swivel, going to each statue that was placed in the crypt.
"And that's my grandsire, Rickard," Robb said as he pointed to the statue. "Oh, and this one," he said as his eyes moved to another one, "my father's sister, Lyanna."
She stared at the statue of Lyanna. She remembered her father, King Robert, who had spoken about Lyanna.
His only love.
"She's beautiful," she said quietly.
"Aye," Robb smiled. "The statue hardly does it justice to be honest with you."
She nodded, letting her feet begin to walk further into the crypt. Her eyes landed on a statue of a man, burly and broad. "Who is this, Robb?"
"Brandon. My uncle," Robb said with a downturned lip.
Her brows furrowed as she studied the face of him under the torch light, "He seems like he's never known a smile."
Robb couldn't help the light laugh that left him, "I don't think he did to be honest, my love." He let out a light sigh, "my mother was suppose to marry him."
Her eyebrows shot up and she turned to him, "What?"
"He died at the hands of the Mad King, along with my grandsire. They were trying to protect Lyanna."
Her eyes softened, "I am sorry. That cannot be easy to live with."
He shrugged lightly, "It is the past. So be it."
"That does not make it lighter of a burden."
"No," he said as he chewed the inside of his cheek. "No, I suppose it doesn't."
He held out his arm to her, and the two continued their walk.
As Robb pointed out various people, the were walking closer and closer to the eldest of the Starks.
"Rodwell. Barthogen. That one is Jonnel. All brothers and Lords of Winterfell." His eyes roamed the statues he'd seen a million times before. "Raya. Mariah."
It was a lot to take in for her. At least 300 years of history sat in these caves.
"Benjin, Brandon, Cregan, Eric…"
Cregan.
Her head seemed to perk up at that. "I'm sorry. Which ones?"
Robb grinned, pointing them out again. "Benjin, Brandon, Cregan, and that one is Eric."
Even from far away and by mere torchlight, she'd know the form of that statue from anywhere.
"My lord!" A voice called down the dark crypt.
Robb sighed, "Forgive me, love. I'll deal with this. Here." He handed the torch to her, "I'll return quickly. Do enjoy your time here."
She took the torch, feeling his lips brush a gentle kiss to her forehead before he walked away.
Her eyes were glued to Cregan's statue.
She forced her feet to take careful steps to the stone carving.
It was a decent resemblance, she knew that. It seemed that his statue guaranteed him a longer life than she had seen, noting the changes in the face of it that could've only been made through time.
He lived to be much older.
He was no boy when she had seen him, no. But this in front of her? Was a man who had seen it all.
She looked back down the direction Robb had left before a soft sigh left her.
She reached up, gently brushing the cheek of the statue, ignoring the dust that collected on her fingers.
"You're not as handsome in stone," she mused in a whisper.
When it seemed Robb wouldn't be back for a while longer, she lowered herself to the feet of Cregan's memorial to sit.
She turned herself away from it, moving to lean back on the feet of his statue. She closed her eyes as tried to relax as she leaned back.
She let out a grunt as her back met the cold stone floor.
Her eyes shot open.
The crypt was a lot darker.
She pushed herself up, looking around in confusion.
Cregan's statue wasn't there.
Most of the statues weren't there.
Every newer statue Robb had shown her only minutes ago was nowhere in sight.
She stood with the torch, cursing lightly.
Of course, it had to happen again.
…
After a while of losing her way in the dark, she managed her way back out of the crypts.
In the middle of a heavy snow. Winterfell wasn't far if she hurried.
The snow was thick and she was hardly near wearing the right boots for it.
In her time, it hadn't snowed in almost two weeks. But here? It seemed to be the first snow of the winter.
She pulled her thin cloak around her and placed the hood over her head.
It was going to be a long trek.
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Nearing the doors of Winterfell, one of the guard's eyes widened, "My lady!"
He ran to her, "Are you hurt, my lady?"
She was shivering. She moved to speak, but her jaw chattered too harshly, so she shook her head.
He nodded, "C'mon. I'll get you to Lord Stark myself."
The man shrugged off his cloak, throwing the heavy furs over the girl.
They made it into the castle walls in no time, and a message was sent to Cregan.
The guard forced her to the nearest fireplace, barking at servants to arrange for hot cloths.
She stood shivering by the fire when Cregan entered.
He stormed in, throwing the door open loudly. When his eyes met hers, they held a concern look to them. He quickly moved to her and took her face in his hands with a firm grip, "What were you thinking?"
"I was… I…" She tried to speak.
"Gods, you're freezing! C'mere."
He held her to his chest, the warmth radiating off of him as it always did.
"Why were you out there?"
"I… I'm sorry…"
He sighed, "You're here now. I suppose that's all that matters."
…
"Where are you?" She asked with a giggle.
Her feet moved quickly, nearing the wardrobe she was sure younger Brandon was hiding in.
She pretended to look around for him, and she smiled when she heard his giggle come from the wardrobe.
She ripped open the doors, laughing when she heard his playful scream.
He made a run for it, moving down the hall at a fast rate.
She ran behind him, determined to catch the boy and win the game.
She rounded a corner, seeing him gone.
She looked around as a small crease came to her brow.
Perhaps he was too good.
Or maybe she had returned.
Brandon came from behind her, tackling her down. She grunted from the force, catching herself with her hands with a laugh.
She twisted her body around to grab him in her arms and pin him down.
"I win!" She panted.
"Hardly." He teased.
She scoffed and let him go, now sitting up. "I had you pinned."
"Yeah, but you were losing before."
She chuckled, "I don't believe that's how the game works."
He grinned, pushing her down again and trying to tickle her now.
She let out a shriek as he did so, but it was quickly gone when someone picked the boy up off the ground.
"Attacking my lady of Winterfell?" Cregan teased. "That's treason, boy."
Brandon wriggled in his brother's arms, "She started it!"
"Does not matter. I side with the lady." Cregan smirk grew, "Perhaps I should teach you a lesson."
"No! NO, Cregan! No, don't!" He giggled.
Cregan turned to Y/n, "What do you think, my love? Shall the boy be punished?"
She sat up on the cold floor, "Do be merciful today, my lord. He's just a boy."
He grinned, "My lady has spoken." He set Brandon down and ruffled his hair, "But I'd best not see you attacking her again."
Brandon grinned with mischief, "Yes, my lord."
Cregan playfully pushed his head away, "Go on, Brandon."
The two watched him run off before Cregan's hand moved to help her up. "You two have much more energy than you should."
She smiled and brushed off her dress, "You say it as if it's bad."
He pulled her to him, "Only when I hear your shriek across the castle and I fear for you."
She scoffed, "It was not that loud."
He chuckled, "I assure you it was."
She flushed, "Apologies, Cregan."
He shook his head, "None of the sort. It's quite nice to hear your laughter throughout the halls."
She looked up into his eyes, studying them, "I'm glad."
He grabbed her chin, holding her in place, "You know, I've been missing you, as of late."
"Have you?"
"Aye. Quite fiercely."
Her eyes turned playful, "Well, I'm right here."
His darkened, "That you are."
He picked her up bridle-style with ease. She shrieked at the sudden movement and held onto his shoulders.
"Scared I'll drop you, pretty?"
Her wide eyes met his.
He grinned, "I've not dropped you before. I'd be a fool to now."
He began to walk down the halls of Winterfell, nearing their chambers. He threw open the door and playfully threw her onto the bed.
He shut the door and locked it before moving next to her on the bed. "How long before they'll require our attention?"
"Who, my love?"
"The North."
She grinned, "A few minutes, I'm sure."
He gained a predatory look, "I can use a few minutes wisely."
She turned her head towards him, "You haven't yet."
He grinned, pulling himself over her and kissing her deeply.
She let out a groan at his suddenness and kissed back fervently.
He pulled off his clothing piece by piece without breaking their connection.
She thanked herself for choosing a dress with ties at the front today, for now Cregan was eagerly yanking at them, pulling them out from the corset.
He began to kiss down her neck, grinning when he hit a spot that made her moan.
"Can I have you, my love?" He asked against her skin.
She sighed and closed her eyes, "Please."
He growled, capturing her lips again as he pulled her small clothes off, moving from her only to get it over her head then continuing as before.
His fingers moved under them, tracing her thighs teasingly.
"C'mon, Cregan."
He smiled against her lips, "Yes, my lady."
He moved two fingers into her, watching the groan leave her lips.
She could hardly think of Robb at this point.
She let out shaky breaths as his fingers pumped in and out of her.
"Ugh… Cregan…"
He grinned, "I know. I know."
He kissed her again, curling his fingers into her, catching her groan with his mouth.
A knock sounded at the door, "My lord?"
Cregan's jaw clenched as he pulled himself up, not withdrawing his fingers, "What?"
"You're needed at the petition, my lord."
He grinned, curling his fingers again, watching her try to hold in a moan.
"I'll be there momentarily."
He pulled his fingers out as he pulls himself away from her with a dissatisfied groan.
He grabs his tunic, pulling it over his head as he looks over to her.
She's staring up at the ceiling in thought.
He smiles, kissing her cheek. "Join me?"
That's strange.
Robb never asked her to join for petitions. He always said there was "No reason to worry a lady with trivial things."
"You don't have to, of course."
She shook her head, "No, I… I would like that."
He nodded, his teasing smile returning, "Get dressed then, pretty. We've got the North waiting on us."
She sat up and kissed him, "Can't keep them waiting then."
Hopefully, the North was not waiting for her return to Robb.
Who knows when that will happen again?
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#cregan x reader#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark imagine#cregan stark#cregan stark smut#cregan stark x you#cregan stark x female reader#cregan stark x y/n#game of thrones x y/n#game of thrones x reader#game of thrones imagine#game of thrones fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon smut
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printer - l.n
Warnings: Fernando throwing shade 🥶
Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader
A/N - going through my camera roll and found the video of my ancient ass grand father (conveniently called fernando) standing with old man pose (hands behind back, disgruntled expression) peer into the cot (where baby me is), turn to my mother and say, “I see you did a printer job of Aurelio (my dad), Raya (my mum)” and it’s giving Fernando meeting Lando’s kid
Yours and Lando’s daughter was 2 years today, and you finally decided it would be a good idea to bring him to the paddock to meet some of the drivers. “C’mon, Cheriie,” Lando cooed, leading your daughter behind you into the paddock. She babbled incoherently, wearing a little orange McLaren shirt, her hair tied into pigtails with papaya beads on the ends.
“Hey mate,” Max said, Penelope behind him as her eyes widened at your daughter. “Hey,” Lando nodded, stepping aside so Cheriie could see Penelope. “This Cheriie?” Max kneeled down, smiling at your daughter. “Yeah,” you said, holding onto Lando’s hand as you watched Penelope babble to your daughter.
“We’re taking her round to meet some of the drivers,” Lando said, picking Cheriie up into his arms as she giggled. The small commotion of Penelope and Cheriie caused a few drivers to come over - George and Lewis, and Charles and Carlos. “Ah, little chilli,” Carlos peered at the girl wriggling in Lando’ arms.
“Absolutely not, you’re going to convince her to be Spanish or something,” Lando grumbled. “Yes, being Monegasque is better,” Charles said triumphantly. “I think she should stay with us,” you said, shaking your head as Lewis picked her up. “She looks just like you, mate,” he nodded to Lando as your boyfriend laughed.
“Got her mother’s charm,” he winked as you flushed softly. “Ah un bebe?” a voice said behind you, making you turn, seeing Fernando. He raised an eyebrow, peering at the child, his hands behind his back, classic old man pose, his face emotionless. “Y/N?” the older Spaniard said.
You looked up at his call. “I see you have done a printer job of Lando,” the words made you snort as Lando scoffed. “Did you even help with this baby? One man tango?” Fernando’s words made you shriek, covering your face. “She’ll be like her mum, just wait,” Lando said.
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in your hands + three
authors note: ya'll been on me for this, so here it is. hope it lives up to expectations!
need to catch up? read part one HERE and part two HERE.
warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of smut
words: 8k (again, don't ask)
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” Solana confesses. “I mean, it’s just….it’s just dinner, ya know?”
Kayden lifts her eyes from Raya who continues to grasp at her ombre braid, staring with all the fascination in her little world. “Seriously?”
Solana frowns. “What?”
“Just a date?” Kayden scoffs and grabs onto Raya who’s suddenly intent on crawling away from her godmother to further explore the apartment that’s essentially her second home. “Sis, need I remind you that man blew your back out and had you speaking six other languages?”
Solana looks away, heat rising to her cheeks. “I didn’t…..I didn’t say all that.”
“You didn’t have to.” A glance at Kayden reveals her knowing smirk. “That walk the next day told me all I needed to know.”
And the blush is increasing. Solana can’t deny it. Roman’s dick is huge, and in the moment, it felt amazing, but her soreness the next day certainly did not. Not enough to not try again if given the opportunity. No….not at all.
“Naw, but forreal, you’re nervous because of this adorable lil’ munchkin right there,” Kayden gestures to Raya who’s given up on her great escape attempt and has settled for one of her toys as a means for passing time. “It is pretty….interesting that he said it was cool for you to bring her.”
Solana has a feeling that interesting is not the word Kayden really wants to use. “You think it’s weird?”
She shakes her head. “Not that. It’s just…..I guess, I’m not used to seeing that,” she admits. “I feel like most men don’t want to give women with kids the time of day.”
Solana nods, adjusting her position on the sofa. “I agree.” She groans and finds herself asking, “should I just cancel?”
Kayden gasps. “Absolutely not! I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it.” Carefully grabbing Raya as she moves to stand up, Solana is reminded, “didn’t you say you really like him?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“And the S-E-X was great?”
The blush deepens, Solana low key grateful for Kayden censoring herself. “Y–yes.”
“And he already knows about my goddaughter and is cool with her? And the nigga rich, too?” She slaps her hand over her mouth, making an ‘I’m sorry’ expression before finishing. “You better not cancel. Just go and see how it goes. Maybe the vibes are off, or maybe you’ve found Raya her new daddy.”
Solana is the one to scoff, laying back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah right.”
One
Solana only has a single regret when it comes to her baby girl, and it’s simply that Raya was not blessed with a father.
An actual father who wanted to be in her life.
If only.
Roman could never be or even want to be that. Of that, she’s sure. He’s rich, handsome, and childless. Why would he ever want to take on the responsibility of a child he didn’t make?
She can fully understand that and doesn’t fault him for it, either.
Can only give him a tremendous amount of credit for being open to seeing where things go with them while just acknowledging that Raya comes first in everything.
He truly seemed fine with it when he took her home and they discussed it just earlier in the week, and he’s seemed fine in all of the text exchanges they’ve had since.
She just….she just needs to, like he said, see where this goes.
If anywhere.
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Having a best friend like Kayden is useful for so many reasons, including when it comes to situations like this where Solana feels overwhelmed and out of her league.
The two of them, three including Raya who’s being held by her godmother, currently sit outside on the steps of Solana's apartment complex waiting for Roman who’d texted about ten minutes ago that he was on his way.
Ten minutes that have been filled with anxiety and a back and forth dialogue playing out in Solana’s head.
Blowing out a breath, she finds herself seeking reassurance once more. “Are you sure this is a good id—”
“Ladies.”
An instant scowl that’s shared across three sets of faces, including Raya’s.
Solana is almost wishing they’d opted for staying inside her place versus sitting and waiting outside. She should have known it was too risky, too big of a chance of running into the very man standing before her.
Carmelo Hayes. Resident Casanova. A handsome, attractive man, all things considered, compared to some other unfortunate men she’s come across. But, the attraction is dead as soon as he opens his mouth revealing that no one loves Carmelo Hayes as much as Carmelo loves Carmelo Hayes.
He slides his sunglasses down, shooting Solana a wink. “Neighbor.” And then a reluctant glance at Kayden, followed by a lazy murmur of her name and a wide, yet awkward smile to Raya. “Sup, lil bit.”
As she does with most interactions regarding the man, Raya’s scowl deepens as she turns her face into Kayden’s chest.
Kayden snorts, not trying to hide her telling comment, “smart kid.”
Clearing her throat, Solana does her best with the pleasantries. “Hi, Carmelo.”
“What ya’ll sitting out here for?” He leans against the wall, eyes briefly falling to Solana’s chest. “Your car still broke?”
“Is your hairline still uneven?”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Ursula.”
“It is,” Solana cuts in, not in the mood for their back and forth. One drunken night between her best friend and her neighbor that ended in a verbal assault from and on both sides, and these two haven’t seen eye to eye since. A forever feud that’s destined to last the test of time, given the fact it literally happened when they were all still in high school.
Because, of course, the “pretty boy” from high school who never looked her way would one day, someday end up being her neighbor.
Life is just ironic like that.
He makes a sound, offering, “you know I could fix it up for you.”
She has no doubt. Solana has heard that Carmelo, "Melo," is pretty good at what he does at the local car shop, his mechanic work known as some of the best in town. But, she also knows it wouldn't come without an expectation. She knows that his offer definitely involves going through his job for compensation, maybe using his employee discount, and definitely requiring a date to top it all off.
And when hell freezes over will she ever go out with this man. Even if he wasn’t under the impression that he’s God’s gift to women, Raya has never seemed to take to him, her little mouth either shifting to a frown or a scowl. Nothing else.
And her daughter’s response to people in her life, especially men, will always be the number one indicator for who she lets around them.
“I’m working on it,” is all Solana supplies, shifting on the steps as she sees Kayden switch Raya from one hip to another.
Carmelo, forever dedicated, is undeterred by the soft rejection. “Come on, I know you gotta be tired of riding that raggedy ass bus with lil' mama.”
Very much so, but given her options, it’s definitely the better of them. “It gives us more time to bond.”
Because it does. Because holding her baby girl while on the way to work or to drop her off at her mom’s is a sort of one-on-one time that Solana appreciates. Will give the bus credit for that much, at least.
“Why can’t you just take no for an answer?”
“Why can’t you grow your own hair?” Melo sneers. “Been rocking them locs since we was teenagers. It’s time to let shit go.”
“Why can’t you grow a bigger dick?” Kayden counters. Solana’s eyes widen as she focuses on her daughter, oblivious to the inappropriate things being stated but still exposed, nonetheless. “Been bragging about that Vienna sausage since we was kids. Accept you a micro-man, and keep it pushing.”
“Guys,” Solana sighs. Yeah….definitely should have stayed inside. “Please—”
Solana is distracted by the moment her eyes land on a sleek, shiny, black SUV pulling up to the front of the building where they’re all sitting. A fucking Range Rover. Most likely the most expensive thing to ever grace her regular shmegular apartment complex.
And the mesmerized staring continues as the car pulls up in front of the group of them, Solana already knowing who’s about to get out before he does. But even that knowing can’t stop the way her stomach fills with butterflies seeing him step out the car that costs more than some houses.
Butterflies that only intensify when her eyes land on him, an almost slow motion type of experience as he circles around the front of the car, dressed in dark jeans, a dark jacket draped over, of course, a dark shirt. Black sunglasses that he slides up atop his head, revealing warm brown eyes that are focused on her, only to harden when he shifts focus to Melo.
Solana is thoroughly aware of the shift in mood, seeing how Melo straightens his posture, as if that makes a difference. Roman is huge and towers over all of them, Melo included.
Moving off the steps, Solana walks over to Roman, smile growing as she looks up at him. “Hey.”
Her voice seems to break Roman from his unspoken stand-off with Carmelo. Solana does her best to remain calm as he bends down and kisses her. Nothing intense, nothing long, but enough to have her craving his soft lips on hers once more when he pulls away with a small smirk. “Hey, baby.”
Her eyes widen.
Baby.
Lord Jesus, be a fence.
A part of her is unsure if he says it just to fuck with Melo. Another part doesn’t care regardless because being called as such from him, with that deep voice, is enough to have those butterflies fluttering all over.
Kayden clearing her voice drags Solana back down to reality as she focuses on her best friend and daughter. “This is my best friend and Raya’s godmother, Kayden.” Kayden steps closer to avoid Roman having to move, holding Raya with one arm as she offers her hand. Roman introduces himself, followed by his gaze shifting to Raya. “And you already know this one.”
“I do,” he chuckles, eyes softening a bit. “Hi, Raya.”
Raya’s response to Roman is night and day from her response to Melo. She still has her face in Kayden’s chest, but she’s not turned away from the man before her. She’s looking at him with a smile, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
Kayden snorts, loudly exclaiming, “looks like it’s just you, Hayes, that baby Raya doesn’t fuck with.”
“Kayden.”
Roman turns back to Melo with an uninterested expression that contrasts his question. “Who are you?”
“The annoying, irrelevant neighbor.”
Solana feels stressed already, and the outing hasn’t even begun. “Kayden, please.”
“Carmelo Hayes,” he responds, subtly—or not so subtly—rolling his shoulders. “Been knowing them since high school.”
Solana frowns. What is he trying to imply? Certainly not friendship. Carmelo is many things, but someone she considers a friend is not one of them.
“He lives on the first floor,” Solana provides, hoping it’s an indirect but efficient way to clarify his role, per se.
Roman makes a sound, that smirk returning as he rolls his eyes at the shorter man. Focused on her, he asks, “ya’ll ready?”
Solana nods, suddenly appreciative of the opportunity to get out of this situation. She gestures to the car seat sitting on the steps. “Yeah, let me just get this set up.”
Roman moves to open the backdoor as Solana grabs the car seat, securing it in the backseat of one of the nicest cars she’s ever seen, briefly stunned by the screens on the back of the passenger and driver headrest.
“Damn….” Shaking her head, Solana gives a tug on the car seat, ensuring it’s ready before walking over to Kayden. “Come here, baby girl.” Raya is all the willing and wanting as she reaches over, giggling when Solana holds her and kisses her cheek. “Time to go for a ride.”
Raya makes an incoherent sound of excitement as Solana starts to buckle her in, Kayden right by her, speaking in a low voice, “girl, you didn’t say he was that damn fine.” Solana bites down on her bottom lip, watching how Raya also looks around the sleek black and red interior with all the amazement. “Marry him.”
Solana has to roll her eyes at that.
Like that would ever happen.
“Give me her bag,” she requests, Kayden handing over Soraya’s diaper bag. Placing it on the floor in front of Raya, Solana smiles, “ready to go?” Raya claps and wiggles her little legs, making both women laugh.
Turning toward Roman, Kayden playfully elbowing her side, Solana shares. “Ready.”
Roman nods, sliding his sunglasses back down, speaking to Kayden first. “It was nice meeting you.” He moves over to the passenger door, opening it for Solana. She carefully closes Raya’s door, holding back a smile when Kayden makes a sound.
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Kayden responds in that knowing tone, while Solana slides into the seat. Roman makes sure she’s all the way in before closing the door. Out the window, Solana catches the haughty smirk Roman directs toward Melo before circling the front of the car and climbing in.
Solana jumps when Kayden taps on the window. It takes a minute for her to figure out how to roll down the window, but when she does, it’s instant regret. “Just so you know, I have her location as well as a tracker on baby girl’s clothes. Try to kidnap either of them, and I’ll have the FBI on your doorstep before the 6 o’clock news even has a chance to run the story.”
“Kayden!”
While Solana is filled with embarrassment, Roman seems only amused. “Noted,” is all he states before adding, “I’ll have them back at a decent time.”
“What is your definition of decent?”
“Oh my gosh,” Solana scrambles to find the button again, starting to roll up the window. “Goodbye, Kayden.”
Roman only continues to look amused as he asks, right after Kayden calls out another goodbye, “you good?”
“Yeah,” she answers, putting on her seatbelt.
Gaze back on him, she sees him glance at Raya through the rearview mirror. “You want to put something on for her?”
It takes a second for Solana to realize he’s referring to the screens in the backseat. “No, she’s fine. She loves car rides, so all you have to do is start driving, and she’ll be entertained.” A true blessing, as Solana is well aware many babies don’t do well in the car. Not Raya. Raya could spend the rest of her little life riding in a car and be just as content.
“Got it,” he chuckles, starting the car and starting to pull out of the parking lot. “You look good.”
A compliment that has her cheeks tinged pink. “Thanks.” Shifting in her seat, she shares, “I didn’t really—I didn’t really know what to wear.”
Because it’s a date, sure, but it’s a non-traditional date. A sexy dress would be too much, and jeans would be not enough. Thus, her settling on a normal dress, covered with a cardigan and some sandals.
Roman takes his eyes off the road only for a second to give her a quick one over. “You chose well.” The pink deepens as she contemplates returning the compliment when he speaks again, “we gotta stop at the mall before the grocery store. Macy’s, apparently.”
Solana is rightfully confused. “Oh. W–why?”
“Gonna be honest with you, I’m not much of a cook. At all. So, it was only this morning I realized I don’t have any pots and shit for you to cook with. I asked my cousin’s wife where to get that stuff, and she suggested Macy’s.”
His explanation both does and doesn’t make sense. “Roman, you don’t have to go buy anything. I could have just brought some of my pots and pans over.” That would be significantly easier and make a lot more sense, considering it sounds like this man has zero desire to use said pots and pans after today. “Plus, pots can be….expensive.”
Especially at a department store like Macy’s.
At that, he reaches his hand over, placing it on her thigh, giving a light squeeze. “Money is never an issue.” She swallows, partially distracted by his big hand on her leg. It’s such an innocent thing that shouldn’t affect her as much as it does. “Not when you’re with me.”
With him.
She’s not with him though. Not…..not in the traditional sense.
He doesn’t seem to be acting like that though.
“But—”
“Relax.” The deep timbre of his voice is insanely soothing, conjoined with his thumb moving across the material of her dress. “I’ve got this.”
He certainly does, it seems.
—-------
A part of Solana wishes that Roman had given her a heads up about the extra stop, because she might have taken Raya’s stroller. Truthfully, her baby girl is kind of on the smaller side, weighing just about 15lbs, so it’s no issue to carry her around the store. It’s just the wiggly phase Raya is in that has her having to continue to hold Raya’s tiny stuffy, using it to entertain her at times.
Thankfully, Roman is very much to the point, easily asking a sales associate where the cookware is. He walks them over to said section, finding yet another associate—he seems to be good at seeking people out—asking for the “best” set of pots they sell. And at that, Solana’s eyes widen.
“Roman,” she whispers harshly, Raya pulling at the top of her dress, something that seems to put a small smile on his face. “Do you—do you have any idea how expensive a pot collection can be?”
He shrugs, answering calmly as they follow the associate through the section. “No. Don’t care either.”
That only widens her eyes even more. “We’re talking potentially thousands of dollars.”
Again, this man looks so unbothered. “And?” He stops, turning to her with a focused gaze. “Solana, I don’t think you understand how ri—”
“Mama!”
Raya’s interjection pulls the focus from the topic of expensive ass pots and pans to a kids toy someone clearly placed down after deciding to not get it. A musical, interactive teddy bear with floppy pink ears and clothes that’s clearly captured Raya’s attention.
Solana has to hold her daughter a bit tighter as she starts wiggling and whining in an attempt to grab the toy.
“Raya, no,” she scolds lightly, switching her to the other arm to widen the distance. Raya is irritated by that, whining yet again as she pushes on Solana’s chest. “I said no, Mija.”
“No!” She shouts back one of the few words she knows, an expression that makes Roman move to grab the toy, holding it in front of her.
“This what you want?” He asks, smile returning yet again. Raya’s scowl shifts to a wide grin as she grabs for the toy, squeezing the hand which causes kids instrumental music to play. Raya is suddenly a clapping, giggling child, making Solana feel slightly bad as she says to Roman in a low but firm voice.
“Roman, no. I don’t even know how much it is,” Solana argues, very well aware that the price really doesn’t matter, because she truly does not have any extra money to splurge on a toy. On anything, really. Every single dollar is spoken for.
“Doesn’t matter.” Roman shrugs, supplying, “she wants it, so I’ll get it for her.”
Solana’s stomach drops. “Roman, you don’t have to do—”
“Solana, it’s fine. It’s a kid’s toy. Not a big deal,” he says it so casually, taking her by surprise yet again as he starts to pry the stuffy from out of the box, ensuring none of the tiny plastic things are on said stuffed animal. He hands it back to Raya who doesn’t hesitate to grab it, Solana using her hand to help hold it up as a babbling Raya is fully immersed in her latest toy.
His gaze lingers on Soraya with a hint of curiosity and a lot of amusement before he grabs the box and finds where the associate has been silently waiting and watching the whole exchange.
Solana is still trying to process said exchange, still trying to grasp how easily and kindly Roman just acquiesced to the most random of things. But beyond that, how he’s gone along with everything so….easily. No irritation or frustration at having a baby tag along with them, a baby he plans to buy a toy for just because she was getting fussy at not having it.
And now he’s following the associate who’s carrying a box of Viking pots. Solana moves over to him, trying to not think too much into his kindness. “Roman, Viking is an expensive brand.”
“I asked for the best, because that’s what I get. I get what I am, Solana,” he answers. Solana gasps a little when he walks past her, slapping her ass in the process. “Come on.”
Still flustered by it all, she follows wordlessly as he guides them to the register where she learns the damn toy that Raya continues to interact with is freaking $34.00. She’s never paid that much for a toy.
But, that $34.00 is nominal compared to the $3,340.00 that pops up when the 12 piece set of pots are scanned.
“Oh my God.” Her anxiety is spiked at just the thought of Roman dropping that kind of money. Meanwhile, he’s already pulling out his wallet at the total that’s close to $3.700.00. “Roman, please, you don’t—”
He ignores her, handing over his black card without a care in the world, as she tries to not have a panic attack in the middle of this department store.
How rich is this man?
Not even in her dreams can she imagine dropping so much on something that’ll only be used once. Maybe he’ll return them afterwards?
For some reason, though, Roman doesn’t strike her as that type of man. The type to purchase and return before the credit card statement balance updates.
If he even checks that.
“Thank you,” he says, taking the large bag that contains the box of pots as well as the now empty box that Raya’s stuffed animal was in. He looks between mother and daughter, asking, “ready?”
Solana is still silenced by the opulent display before her, only able to nod. Roman stops, however, suddenly turning to her to ask, “what are you going to do with her while you cook?”
That’s an easy answer. “I’m just gonna hold her.”
He looks perplexed. “While you cook?”
Now, it’s Solana’s turn to chuckle. “I’m a single mom, Roman. Multitasking is all I do.”
Because it is. Because she’s more or less mastered the art of holding her daughter while completing a variety of tasks, especially cooking.
If only that worked for the man before her. “Naw.” He shakes his head, motioning for her to follow him in the direction they just came from.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Roman doesn’t answer her, just walks up to the same associate who checked them out and issues a question.
“Where’s the baby section?”
“Roman!”
Her voice is louder than she anticipated but enough to get him to offer a plain explanation. “We’ll just pick up a couple things. Enough so you don’t have to hold her the whole time.” Solana opens her mouth to protest, to explain that what’s not a big deal is her just keeping Raya on her hip. But, he’s already following the associate, thus leaving her rushing to catch up with him.
Realizing Roman is a man who doesn’t seem to take no for an answer when his mind is made up, Solana aims for some level of compromise, pleading, “not a lot, okay?”
His smile is genuine but his eyes twinkle with mischief. "Okay. Not a lot."
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Turns out rich people have very different definitions of “a lot” compared to the rest of society.
Thousands.
By the time they finish not only at Macy’s but the grocery store, Roman has spent close to $4,000.00 dollars. $4,000.00 on a variety of items, many of which are unnecessary, a lot of which are for Raya.
Random toys, a play mat, a high chair, a floor seat, a baby lounger and toys that Raya most certainly doesn’t need, as she has all of that back in Solana’s apartment. Something Solana does her best to explain to Roman, but it seems it goes in one ear and out the other.
A mixture of several emotions, Solana isn’t sure what to make of Roman’s financial kindness and generosity. A part of her wonders if he’s expecting something in return, something she’s not opposed to, per se, but would like to be because they just desire each other in that way versus him using sex as payment.
Though something tells her Roman isn’t that type. Because someone who looks and even fucks like him could get any woman he wanted. She has no doubt about that. He doesn’t need to try to bribe someone like her, a single mother, for sex.
He can get that without even trying from quite literally anyone else.
Thus, that leaves her with the belief that this man might be one of the kindest she’s ever encountered.
And that, she also doesn’t know what to make of.
Walking back into the spacious living room after changing Raya in one of Roman’s bathroom, a bathroom that’s about what and what with her actual apartment, she finds him lounged on the sofa. He’s got one arm resting atop the sofa, phone in the other hand as he focuses on the screen.
Solana quietly steps in, moving to the floor, close to the sofa where he’s lounging but needing to be close to Raya who seems to want to explore every single bit of the massive penthouse despite the makeshift playroom that is Roman’s living room from all the stuff he got her.
Roman is quick to lock his phone, tossing it beside him as he compliments, “dinner was delicious. You can cook your ass off.”
Briefly tearing her eyes from Raya, Solana looks down and pushes some hair behind her ear. “Thank you.” Clearing her throat and pleased to see Raya crawl over to the play may where she starts hitting at the dangling toys, Solana looks back over at Roman and shares, “I love to cook.”
“I can tell.” His gaze is focused solely on her, an intimidating thing in some ways. “How’d you learn?”
“My mom,” she smiles, reflecting and elaborating. “My mom loves to cook too, so it’s just something she taught me and my sister.” Leaning back into the sofa and angling her body more towards him, she adds, “and my Uncle Booker, too. He owns a restaurant out in Georgia, and I’d visit him sometimes during the summer when I was younger, so he taught me how to make soul food, and my mom taught me how to make Mexican food.” The best of both worlds, in many ways. “You really don’t know how to cook? Like, at all?”
“I can do some things,” he says with a shrug. Solana makes a face, prompting him to ask, “what?”
Biting on her lip to hold back an amused smile, she points out, “it didn’t seem like it.” Roman rolls his eyes as she pulls up receipts. “Roman, you couldn’t even crack the eggs.”
“That’s cause they’re too damn small. I have big hands.” She giggles at the almost petulant scowl on his handsome face. “Besides, I have people who do that for me.”
“Cook?”
“Yeah.”
She nods, remembering him mentioning his private chef. Must be nice. “Well, I don’t cook as much as I’d like to, but you’re always welcome to join us for dinner when I do, though I might have to make a bigger portion size.” Because the man has the appetite of a group of middle school boys. Granted, with someone his size, he must have to eat a lot to keep in shape.
A perfect shape.
“Why don’t you?”
“Cook more?”
“Yeah.”
A lot of reasons, only some of which she feels like sharing. “I’m just so busy.” She gestures to Raya who is now holding onto the stuffed bunny that was the first of many purchases by Roman for her. “And this one doesn’t eat much of it anyway, couple on how expensive groceries are, it’s just not worth it, ya know?”
He nods. “Well, you can come over here and cook for me anytime.” She smiles, as his simmering gaze intensifies on her. “Or just come over, period.”
Solana’s voice lowers, her tone slightly teasing. “A foodless visit?”
“I love the food.” Their eyes lock. “But, I like you more.” And the heavens are on her side, because before she can freak out at such a bold statement, overthink what his actions continue to indicate, he changes the subject a bit. “But, I gotta ask…..the neighbor?”
“Carmelo?” Solana can’t even hide the disgust in her face at just the thought of that man. “Absolutely not. Never.” Raya wobbles over to her, Solana pulling her baby girl against her as Raya starts to reach over for yet another toy. “He’s just…..he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.”
It’s not missed upon Solana how Roman’s disposition shifts into something more serious. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs, gently caressing Raya’s back. “He’s asked me out, directly and indirectly, over the past couple months, and it seems all of my creative ways of telling him no don’t seem to register.” Solana rolls her eyes and shakes her head, adding, “it’s fine though. He’s harmless. Just egotistical.”
Roman doesn’t say anything, but Solana can see it. Can see the wheels in his head turning. “I’m sure he’ll get the hint soon enough.”
If only. “Maybe.” She scoffs, Raya showing and babbling about the toy in her hand. Solana smiles softly, speaking to Roman while watching her daughter. “It’s ironic. He never paid me any attention when we were in high school, and I was on the dance team, so we would travel together sometimes with the basketball team. Never looked twice at me. Now, I’m 26 with a baby, and he won’t leave me alone.”
Something flashes in Roman’s eyes that seems to contrast with the curious nature of his question. “You were a dancer?”
She nods. “Since I was six.”
Roman tilts his head, asking, “do you still do it?”
And, he notices instantly the shift in her demeanor. The way her gaze shifts downward, almost awkwardly. “No,” she finally answers, voice almost sad and distant “Not….not anymore.”
Right away, Roman can sense it, see that there’s a story there. A story that wields some level of hurt and pain. It makes him almost regret even asking anything in the first place.
Solana suddenly gasps and asks, “shit, what time is it?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling out her phone to see the time that reads quarter to 7. “I forgot, I have to make a business call.” She bites on her lip, gaze moving to Raya and then back at him. “Can you watch her right quick? It won’t take long. I prom—”
“Solana, it’s fine,” he assures, nodding in the direction of the terrace. “You can take it out there if you’d like.”
She seems appreciative of both his agreement as well as the offer for privacy. “Thank you.” Solana climbs to her feet, Raya’s little eyes moving to her mom, as she shares, “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Raya doesn’t say anything, just watches Solana walk out of the living room and onto the terrace. It’s only when the doors shut and she’s out of Raya’s view that the baby starts to make noise. “Mama….” It’s a soft exclamation, conjoined with her climbing onto her feet and starting to slowly waddle in that direction.
“Hey,” Roman moves to the edge of the couch, ready to block her path, if need be. “She’s coming back, okay?”
He’s unsure if his words actually provide any sort of comfort or a type of distraction, because Raya is suddenly moving over to grab a book on the floor that came with one of the toys he got her.
His eyes are glued to her, recognizing in being around her for the day how mobile she can be. A normal, expected thing, according to Solana.
Book still in hand, Raya waddles her way over to him, offering said book. “Is that for me?” She makes a loud sound that makes him smile a bit. “Thank you.”
She smiles loud and proud, suddenly looking up at him and reaching her arms up, her next request unmistaken.
Roman tenses a bit, suddenly unsure of himself. For the most part, interactions with Solana’s daughter have been easy, because it’s quite simple to see a kid’s face light up at an item, only for that light to intensify when they receive said item. It was mostly Solana who engaged with her as she sat in the high chair he’d picked up from Macy’s while they (mostly Solana) cooked. And even as she’d made his living room a bit of a playroom, that was mostly just a lot of watching to make sure she didn’t get anything, from both himself and Solana.
However, this is the first time such direct interaction would occur, and he’s mostly taken back how Raya is the one initiating and asking for it.
He’s clearly taking too long, Raya starting to babble and scowl, one little hand hitting his leg. He gives her a look that brings the smile back and has her reaching once more.
Roman chuckles. The kids is definitely determined, that’s for certain.
Pushing against the lingering discomfort, he yields. “Alright.” Roman moves the book to the other side of him and leans down to pick her up, settling her down on one of his thighs. “Better?”
Her answer is another loud sound that’s a mixture of a giggle and shout. It makes his smile widen ever so slightly. Roman’s only experience with kids has been Jey’s wild bunch of offspring and Aniyah, Jimmy and Naomi’s lil comedian of a daughter. But even with that minimal experience, there’s something different about Raya.
She is every bit her mother’s daughter, the spitting image of Solana, but beyond that, she has her mother’s softness and kindness about her. Even at such a young age, her aura is warm and welcoming.
It’s…..different.
Soraya is shifting on his lap, her little head turning until she spots the book and reaches for it.
Roman helps her out, handing it to her, continuing to watch and study how her eyes focus on the book as little fingers pry it open to a random page. She’s then pointing and “talking,” looking up at him.
“What is that?” Roman also points to the drawing, explaining to her, “that’s a dog.” He jumps a bit as she makes another loud sound for no reason. This time, he laughs a little as well. She has so much personality for such a young child. “You like dogs?” No response this time as she tires of said page and starts moving to the rest of them, easily growing bored, eventually knocking the book to the floor.
Roman sucks his teeth, playfully chastising her, “why you gotta be throwing stuff, huh?” Raya’s response is a loud yawn as she looks around, shifting once more on his lap. He moves his hand to her back, providing an extra layer of security as she stands up on his lap. He tenses yet again as she extends her arms, as if reaching and trying to hug him, clearly wanting to be held.
Another moment of uncertainty, because damn, Roman has never felt so out of his league and unsure of himself. Raya sitting on his lap, wanting to sit on his lap is one thing, but her wanting to be traditionally held is another.
It’s been years since he’s held a baby. And while Raya is not a baby baby, she’s still a tiny little thing.
But, it’s when she starts to whine against him that Roman feels almost compelled to comply, moving both arms around her as her little arms go around his neck, her face on his shoulder.
What the fuck?
He’s the last person in the world he’d expect any child to gravitate towards, but this little girl….the way she yawns once more against him and feels so….at ease in his arms…..he doesn’t know what to make of it.
What to make of any of it.
Just knows that he can feel the discomfort on him melting away at the same time he feels the subtle rise and fall of her chest against him.
Almost….almost peaceful.
The sound of footsteps alerts him to Solana’s return. She looks flustered and stressed, but it shifts into an almost look of guilt, as she starts apologizing, “oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he answers, honestly.
Solana moves over and crouches down in front of them. “She must be getting sleepy. She likes to be held when she’s tired.” Solana is careful in the way she takes Raya into her arms, murmuring something in Spanish and kissing her temple. Gaze back to Roman, she says, almost sadly, “I should get her back home….”
Her statement breaks Roman from this strange mental space finds himself in. Shaking his head, he clears his throat, “yeah, of course.”
Solana offers a small smile, looking around the room. “I can lay her down for a few minutes to clean—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he dismisses. “I can do it when I get back.”
“Roman, no, I can’t just leave this here—”
“Solana, it’s fine,” he interrupts, explaining as she straightens up and he stands from the sofa. He can just move most of the items into one of his guest rooms, but not everything. Roman already knows a couple of the toys Raya would probably want to have at home, especially the teddy bear.
He noticed she seemed to really like that one the most of them all.
“Okay,” Solana finally agrees with a defeated sigh, eyes shifting a bit as she stammers, “do you….do you have something to do later?”
Roman looks at her with a quizzical expression. “No. Why?”
Obvious hesitation, as she nervously licks her lips. “It….it only takes me about half an hour to get her down for bed, so if you want to stick around so we can…..talk, we—we can do that.”
His smirk is unavoidable, Roman already feeling a tightening in his pants at the visual of them talking.
Warm gaze raking in over her body, imagining her naked and wanton on top of him, his reply is an easy one. “We can talk all night, if you want.”
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As Roman sits on the sofa in Solana’s apartment, waiting for her to get Raya down for bed, he finds himself catching up on some work shit that’s transpired while he was spending the day with the mother and daughter duo.
Nothing serious. Nothing his sister and Wise Man couldn’t handle for the time being, though she loathed the vague answer he gave her when she asked why he’d been MIA all day. Not surprising.
Rosalia has always disliked being kept out of the loop.
A necessity though, as Roman wants to keep Solana as far away from that as long as possible.
Raya, too, for that matter.
And in thinking about keeping people away, Roman finds himself sending out a text to one of his good, longtime friends and hitman.
Roman: Carmelo Hayes. Spring Hills apartments. Building 2.
Dean Ambrose: Yo. What ya wanting done?
What Roman wants and what he can realistically have done right now are two different things, because what he’d like is to find this bastard’s apartment himself and be the one to see to it that he never bothers Solana again.
Ever.
Or anyone, for that matter.
But, that’s too risky, too soon. He, himself, can’t make such a bold move.
Not yet, anyway.
So, he’ll have to settle for a simple, or not so simple, beating.
Roman: Fuck him up. Don’t kill him, but something close.
Dean Ambrose: You got it, dude.
Roman chuckles, imagining the childlike excitement in Ambrose's eyes at the chance to act on his sadistic, violent impulses. A true treat for the eccentric man.
The next thing on his list is arranging to have a security detail patrolling Solana's apartment complex at all times. Another trailing her outings to work and elsewhere.
He won't take any risks regarding the safety of mother nor daughter.
Roman also utilizes the time to message his driver, informing him to be ready to come pick him up in two to three hours, because the Tribal Chief has every intention of leaving the keys to the Range Rover in Solana’s apartment.
She doesn’t need to be taking the damn bus. Especially not with Raya. It’s too dangerous.
He’d just pay to get her car repaired for her, but there’s something he likes better about her driving his car. A possessive thing, he might even admit. With good intentions, though.
Always.
“Hey.”
Solana pulls him from his thoughts as well as his focus on the phone in his hand. She’s standing before him with an almost nervous expression.
Roman sits forward, tossing his phone to the side. Beckoning her over with his finger, his eyes don’t leave her as she climbs onto his lap, dress raised as she straddles him. He needs a distraction from the fact that clothes are the only thing keeping that part of him from that part of her. “She sleep?”
Solana nods. “When she’s tired, she taps out pretty quickly.”
That makes sense, Roman thinks. Baby girl was almost entirely knocked out just in the few minutes he held her.
“Roman…..” Her hands move to the bottom of his shirt. “I really did enjoy today. It’s….it’s the nicest day I’ve had in a while.”
He agrees, wholeheartedly, but there’s something underneath said statement. “But?”
She closes her eyes, asking in a small voice. “How is this supposed to work?”
He doesn’t hesitate to seek clarification. “What do you mean?”
She takes a deep breath. “I’m okay with us having sex. I want that, but….it’s hard for me to understand you being so nice and generous to me, and even Raya, and not feel like the sex is….payment of some sort.” Eyes opening, she starts to shake her head, “because if that’s the case—”
“It’s not,” he cuts her off, tone almost hardened as he moves his hands up her back. “Everything I did for you today, for Raya, was because I wanted to. And not because I was expecting anything in return. I told you that before.”
“I wanna believe that, but….” She pushes back some of her hair, further explaining, “it’s just that most men don’t—”
“I’m not most men.” Not even in the slightest. In ways she could probably never fully understand. “But, I am very interested in you. I told you that before, too. That I wanted to see where this goes, and I don’t know about you, but so far, I think it’s going pretty damn well.”
Because, it is. There was something both relaxing and rewarding. Spending the day with her. Even Raya. All so simple and easy, and in a world where everything is usually anything but that for the Mafia Head, he appreciates it.
And doesn’t want to let go.
She doesn’t disagree with him, just continues to be honest. “I guess I also don’t want you to feel like….like I’m using you or something.”
At that, Roman chuckles and moves one hand to her cheek. “Solana, you looked physically sick the whole time we were shopping. You’re the last person I’d ever suspect that from.” Most women would have walked up and down that damn department store trying to get him to buy them any and everything they could get their hands on. Solana was the complete opposite.
Her intentions are pure.
Just like her.
A true unicorn in the life he’s always lived, most of which is why Roman is certain he finds himself so drawn to her.
“It was a lot of money, Roman,” she protests, weakly.
“To you,” he counters. “Solana, money is not something I’ve ever had to worry about and never will, but I recognize that’s not been the case for you.” He also gets the sense it’s a moderate problem for her right now, based upon the fact she can’t even afford to get her car repaired. “So, if you need something, you just have to ask.”
She looks uncomfortable, frowning almost, “Roman—”
“I get it may feel too soon, and I respect that. Just know the offer is there for you.” Roman can see it’ll take time for her to come around and accept his help, that he’ll have to ease his way into things, so he’ll wait for it. Wait for her to come to him when she’s ready. In the meantime, he’ll have to sprinkle little things along the way. “And we don’t have to do anything—”
“No,” she cuts him off, shaking her head and moving her hands up his chest. “I want to. I just…..I just needed to know where we stand and how this is going to work. That’s….that’s all.”
Roman sits up further, pressing her against him as he moves his thumb across her bottom lip. “I told you before, you’re mine. You need something, I got you. You want some dick, I definitely got you there.” Her eyes flutter shut, and Roman smirks feeling the way she’s shifting atop him. “And judging by the look on your face, that second thing is exactly what you wanting right now.”
Solana lays her head on his shoulder as he drops his hand from her face to her ass, squeezing her supple cheeks. “Please…..”
He makes a sound. “First, you gotta tell me when I can see you again.” Roman easily glides his hand from her ass to the side of her thigh, working his way past where the material of her dress is ruffled to the smoothness of her thick thigh. “A week is too damn long….” His mouth moves to her neck as she grasps at the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Roman, I—I work,” she breathes out, shifting once more as he sneaks his hand in between her legs, long fingers teasing her underwear. “Oh, shit.”
“I’m aware,” he chuckles, amused and also turned on by how she wiggles closer to him, eager for his fingers as they slide past the damp cotton of her panties. “And, I don’t care. We gotta figure something out.”
“Roman,” she moans, hands gripping his shoulders as he enters one digit inside her wet, tight cunt. “P–please.”
He works her with his fingers, his mouth sucking on her neck before he asks in the calmest voice, “you gonna let me see you more often?” Finalized with the entering of another digit as she bucks against his hand.
She’s practically in tears, crying out against him, nails pressed into his skin through his shirt. “Yes, fuck, whatever—whatever you want.”
Pleased with her agreement, Roman pulls his hand from her, chuckling when she whines against him. “You work tomorrow?”
His question as well as him stopping altogether have her pulled back and scowling. “No.” Moving once again on his lap, she's clearly feeling the growing erection underneath her. “Why–why’d you stop?”
The answer is simple. “Because I need a bed for everything I want to do to you, and I needed to know how much time I have.”
His answer has her swallowing as she shares in a small voice, “she….she usually sleeps through the night.”
Roman smiles. Music to his fucking ears.
Standing up, holding her up by her ass, he asks, “where’s your bedroom?”
At some point, he’ll have to issue a new text to his driver.
He won’t need them anytime soon.
Or at all, tonight.
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Raya making friends with everyone within moments of meeting them, though she does still have a bit of hesitance around brea initially because of the whole, y'know, getting killed by him in prae. but she does consider him a friend by the end of pandae.
Azem meanwhile. doesn't hate hermes but isn't close to him either? it's more work friend situation. might grab a beer after work with him and other coworkers but wouldn't go out of her way to hang out with him sort of friendship.
ancients friendship chart for all your ancient friendship (or non-friendship) purposes!
#dropping the 'tethys was a keyward prior to being azem. but left pandae because she got wanderlust' on here lol#her and brea are more mentor/mentee than family but she does regard him as a father figure and refer to erich as her brother#so familial works for them lol#she does respect athena but if anyone gets the 'intimidated' line from azem it would be her yeah#i like the idea of raya kinda feeding off the buried memories of azem and trusting people azem trusted because of it#like they're familiar but she doesn't know why but she knows she can trust them kinda thing
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬
Pairing: Criston Cole x reader
Warnings: Swearing, smut
1.06
Gwayne searches your face until he meets your eyes. You offer him a reassuring look, then glance back up at the ceiling. His panting becomes heavier as he quickens his thrusts. Gwayne wasn’t a bad person; there was just no passion or love between the two of you. Laying together was nothing more than an act of duty.
“Gods,” he groans.
Seconds later, Gwayne drops his body down on top of you. He pecks at your cheek before pulling out and rolling onto his side. You lick at your dry lips, then get to your feet, and immediately start pushing your nightgown down. Gwayne appears to have enjoyed himself a lot more than you did, then again he got to reach his peak, which was disappointing considering you used to enjoy having sex.
“Do you want me to escort you back to your chamber?”
“No, but thank you for the offer.” You pull the thick robe that resembles a coat on and tie it at the front, making yourself more presentable to walk through the castle halls. “Gwayne, are we going to address what your family is saying?”
Sighing, Gwayne gets up from his spot on the bed, his body bare for all to see, and begins pouring himself a goblet of wine. “If you are desperate to have another babe I’m sure the gods will grant you one.”
“I am not desperate to have another child. Pregnancy and childbirth are both horrid experiences; it’s a matter of performing our duty. The weight of having a child weighs more heavily on me than it does on you. The blame always falls upon the woman. It will be me they will whisper about and call a failure.”
“Dear wife,” he says. Shaking his head, Gwayne walks over to you with a small smile pulling on his lips. “I do believe there is a way to make this more simple. The unspoken issue is the fault may lie with me, but you can bear another child, so if needs be, a possible solution is you seek out the company of another.”
“Are you suggesting I take a lover to impregnate me?”
His jaw clenches ever so slightly, but Gwayne nods. “The babe would still have the last name Hightower. I would fiercely claim them as my own.”
“Would you be able to love them if they were from another?”
“Love,” Gwayne inhales sharply, “a foreign concept to some. I’m not suggesting we stop trying, but just explore other ways of getting what we both want.”
“I would be breaking the vows I made at our wedding.” A man could break his vows and nobody batted an eyelid, but seven hells rain down on any woman who did. “I know this is not a match we made for ourselves, but I didn’t think you would be so eager for me to bed another.”
“I also have my father breathing down my neck, continually insisting our family legacy continues. Not to mention all the snide comments from my sister.” Sighing, Gwayne swirls his drink. “I’m just saying if you thought laying with another would improve your chances of having a child sooner, it wouldn’t be an issue with me.”
“It would not?”
“No.”
You didn’t know what else to say; your mind was racing trying to process everything he just said. "Goodnight, husband, I have much to think about.”
—
You are so lost in thought you almost walk by Ser Criston and into your chambers without even acknowledging him; it’s not until he opens the door and speaks that you come back to reality.
“Goodnight princess.”
You spin on your heels and speak quietly. “Can I ask you something? The other night... do you judge me for what I did or said?”
He thinks about it before answering, “No, I don’t.”
“...thank you, Ser Cristion.” You want to say more, but taking in the knight's appearance, you can see exhaustion weighing him down and decide it is best to leave it for another time. “You can retire for the night. Another member of the king's guard can take over. I shall see you in the morrow.”
—
You hear your daughter wail before you see her. Her cheeks flushed red as she cries hysterically while Raya holds her.
“Meera, my sweet,” You tuck the thick book of your family's history under your armpit and hold your arm out, taking your daughter from Raya. “What is the matter?”
The moment she’s in your arms, Meera clings to you. You had gone to the godswood to read while it remained dry outside. The feeling of your warmth and soft voice soothes your daughter, and soon she starts to calm down. You look to Raya and quietly ask, “What has upset her so much?”
“They were talking about houses and their sigils during her lessons, and when they mentioned House Stark, she got upset.”
You sigh. Meera misses her father, and unfortunately there wasn’t much you could do to remedy that pain. “Your cheeks are awfully warm.” You place Meera back on the ground and take her hand. “Come, let’s get you back inside.”
You briefly lock eyes with Ser Criston; there hadn’t been a chance for you to have a private conversation with him yet, as there was always someone else nearby. The godswoods may have been your chance, but there was now a more pressing matter.
“Do you want me to do anything else for her?” Raya asks.
You nod, “Have a cool bath prepared; hopefully that will stop her from being so flush. Thank you.”
As you walk back towards the halls of the red keep, serval lords and ladies have looks of disgust on their faces as Meera continues to sob. At the heart of the congregation of ladies sitting by the archways is Alicent, with an almost mocking smile pulling on her lips. You felt judged, as if your daughter crying somehow made you a bad mother.
“Princess,” Ser Criston’s voice is softer than usual. “Pay no mind to their glances. Most ladies at court children are raised by handmaidens; I doubt many of them would be able to say what brings comfort to their child, let alone enjoy spending them with them.”
“Thank you, Ser.”
—
As you leave your father's chambers, Rhaenyra links her arm with yours and whispers, “I’ve been thinking about your situation.”
“Which one?”
She giggles, “aōha valzȳrys's suggestion hen ao taking another naejot bed.” (Your husband's suggestion of you taking another to bed.)
“Rhaenyra!”
“Shhh,” she pulls on your arm tighter and continues the conversation in High Valyrian. “I know there will be no shortage of men who would be honoured to bed you, but I definitely think I know the one.”
“Who?”
She subtly moves her eyes in the direction of your sworn shield, who was walking not far behind you beside her own. You pray to the mother that neither of them had secretly learnt High Valyrian.
“A man who takes a vow of chastity values honour above all else.”
“He’s swore an oath of loyalty to you, sister. The way he looks at you goes beyond duty.”
“Enough of that. I value—” you pause before saying his name out loud. “Him too much. Besides, if I was desperate, I’d ask Daemon.”
“Gods no...” Rhaenyra rolls her eyes. “Daemon has probably slept with all the whores in the keep.”
“Yet, there are still some who would find themselves drawn to him,” you say teasingly. “I would do no such thing. The temptation to rub it in Otto’s face would be too great for him.”
She nods in agreement. “I am being serious though; your shield would be willing if you asked. Also, father wishes for him to join you in your travels.”
You swallow thickly. Your father had reluctantly granted you leave from the keep to return to Winterfell with Meera for a short time; however, you had no intention of having a full party of knights and handmaidens accompanying you. Flying on Dragonback would be much easier for everyone.
As you reach the far end of the royal quarters, you switch back to English. “Let’s speak no more of this. I’d rather visit my sweet nephews in the nursery before Meera finishes her lessons.”
—
The rain was relentless; each gust of wind would have threatened to unseat you if you weren’t strapped into your saddle so tightly. The wind whips your unbraided hair into a tangled mess that sticks to your face. Despite the heavy downpour, Lady pressed on, knowing that every moment spent in the sky was another moment of freedom for you both.
You’re ready to wait for the passing storm to end, but as lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the darkness, Lady plunged down towards the forest floor, sheltering herself under the thick trees.
While landing, she knocks over a few small trees and is boisterous while doing so. The spot was near the cave she had claimed and had begun showing signs of nesting behavior. You couldn’t see any knights, but you could hear the sound of rhythmic galloping getting closer.
Climbing off Lady, you say, “Ao sagon ȳgha kesīr.” (You’re safe here.)
Lowering her head for her customary sniff, she nudges you with her nose, and you embrace her, resting your forehead against her damp peach scales.
“Princess!”
“Don’t come any closer, Ser Criston,” you call back. “Be careful not to startle Lady; she’s very protective.”
In High Valyrian, you speak in a soothing tone to Lady, lovingly rubbing your hands over her scales until she retreats back in her cave. When you mentioned she had made a den for herself outside the dragonpit, your father had ordered knights to guard the cave at all times, so there was some light in the darkness of the forest by the torches hung up against the trees.
“Ser Criston?” You glance around, trying to figure out where he was.
Hearing the snapping of branches, you spin fast and are taken by surprise seeing his is so close to you and stumble backwards. You find yourself in the arms of the knight as he catches you before you hit the ground.
Instead of wearing his armor, Criston was dressed in his own clothes, with a thick black cloak shielding his body from the rain. “Your shift was finished hours ago, Ser, why did you come?”
“I saw the weather was worsening and was worried. I wanted to make sure you returned safely, princess.”
You hold his gaze; there were more than a dozen knights on guard; any of them could have been your escort home. “Don’t speak half-truths.”
Criston leans into you, his breath warm against your ear. “You have not been yourself of late. And in truth, it made me nervous knowing you are out here, in the storm with so much on your mind.”
“Scared I’d fly away and not return?”
He laughs, “The king would most definitely have my head if you did. I was worried you’d get hurt.”
Your heart races as you feel the knight's strong grip on your arms. With a sudden movement, your lips met his. Criston’s lips were warm and firm against yours, sending shivers down your spine. As you pull away, you couldn't help but feel a longing for more. “Forgive me,” you say as you step out of his grip. “That was inappropriate; I should not have done that.”
“There is no forgiveness needed.” Criston’s hand rests on the side of your neck, his thumb tracing your jaw. “What is troubling you, princess?”
“I’ve found myself in a position I thought I’d ever be in. Gwayne wants me to bed another so that we may do our duty to our houses.”
“To bed another?” He repeats this while guiding you to gain shelter underneath a tree. You were thankful the night was so dark that even with the torches, no other knight would be able to have witnessed what you just did.
“Yes, and I just—I understand his trail of thinking, but I cannot expect another to go along with a lie like that.”
“I’m sworn to you, princess. My sword and shield are yours.”
“Ser Criston, I cannot ask you to—”
“Love you in secret?” Criston presses into you until your back hits the tree. Your noses gently brush together, and his lips lightly ghost over your own. “I’m afraid it may be too late to stop that from happening.”
You give in and lean forward, kissing him. Tangling your hands in his damp hair, his fingers caress your ribcage. “This is wrong,” you whisper. “We should stop.”
“Tell me to stop, princess, and I swear we’ll never mention this again.”
“No, Criston, I don’t want you to stop. And that is what’s wrong.”
He kisses you again, but this time it becomes more heated and all doubt disappears. You move his hand that’s resting on your ribs up to cup your breast, silently signaling you want more for this to go further.
Criston moves his leg to open yours further and presses his knee against your core. “Do you want this, princess?”
“Gods, yes.”
Your breath hitches in your throat when Criston repositions himself and grinds against you, his lips pressing into the sweet spot on the side of your neck. He bunches your skirts up, giving him easier access; he spits on his fingers before rubbing circles on your clit. After a few moments, he steps back to lower his trousers enough for his cock to spring free.
Wrapping his arms around you, Criston lifts you high enough that your legs hook around his waist. “You’ve no idea how badly I desire you, princess.”
Desperate to feel him, you pull your skirts and small cloth to the side and line the head of his cock against your cunt. Criston muffles your moans with a kiss when he pushes inside you with ease.
“Fuck,” you whine against his lips.
“Shh,” he starts to thrust slowly. “Nobody can see us, but if they hear us, they will come looking.”
Biting your lower lip, you bury your face into the side of his neck. Doing your best to not make any more noise, as all primal urges take over. You dig your nails into the back of Criston's, keeping him close as he thrusts into you amongst the wind and rain.
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i feel like out of anyone lando is the only one carlos truly is okay with dating hsi sister
I can understand why you would think so. Let me present to you some reasons why non of the drivers would be suitable/favourite boyfriends for Amira. (all are just Carlos opinions)
Reasons:
Charles:
even tho he has a good heart, he is a walking red flag
he already had a lot of girlfriends
after the break up with Charlotte, he already had Alex as his new girlfriend after a few weeks
he will never leave Ferrari, which is kind of toxic
could manipulate his sister with his cute dog
he still has his Ferrari seat
they are friend and team-mates
and he has this romance thing with Max ???
Max:
he has the nickname "Mad Max" for a reason
has two cats, so he could turn his sister into a cat person
and Carlos doesn't really like cats
Max is sometimes really arrogant
and he grew up in this toxic environment (which Carlos knows is not his fault)
he just doesn't want his sister to have Jos Verstappen as father in law
Carlos also doesn't like the dutch anthem
Lewis:
that man already took his seat and now wants his sister
absolutely not!
what else does he want, his lungs?
Lewis seems to be really focused on racing, so wouldn't have the time to spend time with Amira
he's also older than her
would properly dress his sister in clothes he chose
but main problem: HE STOLE HIS SEAT
Oscar:
Oscar stole Lando from him
and he drivers really recklessly (Carlos opinion)
he crashed to often with him
Oscar also said he should stop whining, which he does NOT do (I'm just saying Miami 2024)
he lives in Australia, which would mean his sister has to live at the end of the world
he's just a baby himself and is too young to be in a relationship
Pierre:
No
Just no
And here are some reasons why Lando wouldn't be the favourite/suitable boyfriend:
if they would break up, he can't be friends with Lando anymore
he will obviously take Amiras side
Lando also had this whole Raya scandal thing
his last girlfriend received a lot of hate (which is not Landos fault)
it just means that LN4 fans are toxic af
and he doesn't want this for his little sister
also, Lando would break the "Bro-Code"
sometimes Lando is as arrogant as Max
and he touches his sister to often in front of him
he also doesn't speak Spanish
All in all, his sister will always be to good for any man! I mean, look at her. She's Barbie and they are just Ken.
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