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okay so actually i have a question. how do you guys feel wizard101 handles major villain arcs (i.e morganthe)/minor villain characters (i.e. duncan grimwater)/redemption arcs (malistaire; ""grandfather spider"") in general
#sorry the way i ohrased this question is vague as hell actually. imma add on another reblog in the morning when my hands arent cold anymore#i put grandfather spider in quotations because bitch that man was NOT redeemed. he got his heart back then gave a lukewarm compliment to his#son. and then he fucked off forever with his wife#and like. you guys already know how i feel about duncan grimwater's âarcâ LNFAOAOA#i feel really strongly about malistaire too. fuck that months old post i made before. the writers hate him too i think#morganthe........ bmornaghtneh.....#i didnt bring up the old one because i know fuck all about him. i didnt watch karamelle#wizard101#wiz101#w101#text posts
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âguess you didnât have a forwarding address after all âšď¸â shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut up shut up shut up
#I am FROTHING#at the mouth I mean#I am so beyond unreasonably annoyed#dad sends bday card to old address bc we never talk and he didnât know I moved#literally never texts me#I donât really text him either so I suppose itâs a two way street#I had mail forwarding until Jan 1st so I dunno what happened but I dunno just the text out of the blue like that triggers something in me#could have just said âhey your card finally got returned. do you want me to resend it?â#BUT NO fucking âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸ guess you made a wittle mistakey son âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸#Iâm most probably reading too much into it. probably. Iâm hopingâŚ.#I am just⌠seethingâŚ#whatever. itâs a two way road. youâd just think heâd care about his son to check in more often#especially when said son is not. doing. great. when said son is helping take care of his estranged dadâs sick ex wife whom he divorced to#to fuck off around the world and fucking go live abroad after having two kids. just fucks off. fucked off. f offed. offâd? LEFT#which WHATEVER your prerogative my dude my man I still love you but Iâm gonna be resentful forever#and Iâm getting off topic. oh yeah. and the last time we texted briefly I was saying how life was shitty#told him I had to move because of no money and mom got a transplant and is still sick all the time#and itâs all âwell⌠let me know if I can do anythingâ#fuck you#you want to be snarky go ahead and be snarky#go fucking drink by the pool all day with your dogs whatever#big fucking nice guy âuwu guess you didnât really want my letter đđđ˘#Iâm just⌠fucking sorry I donât text you more. what am I supposed to text about?#iâm ashamed of myself. of my life. Iâm a fucking 35 year old loser and I know I let you down. talking to you just reminds me Iâm a fuck up#Iâm a bad investment and you got out while the getting was good#fuck⌠it was just some shitty little comment that might not have even been malicious. just tone deaf or whatever#but now Iâm feeling so shitty and I canât stop it#sorry this was too much#I was on the verge of just starting to yell and stomp around like an idiot and decided to vent here instead#⌠but seriously what the fuck. what response is he expecting? I set up forwarding so idk. shit happens dude
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hey wait im also new to f1 but i saw the other ask and i was curious abt what you meant when you said no one will ever do it like nico rosberg?? also retiring after your first championship win is insane lmao what a power move
nico rosberg is just. heâs insane. heâs cunty. heâs wonderful. he possesses sass and audacity unlike any other. we unfortunately do not have time to get into his whole story (my lunch break is only so long) but hereâs some highlights:
-technically heâs a nepo baby. his dad, keke rosberg, won the world championship in 1982 and they remain one of the Few father son duos to both win a world championship (donât ask me who the others are idk but i know they exist)
-he and lewis hamilton met when they were kids in the late 90s sometime and were gokarting teammates at some point in i think the early 2000s? (not fact checking i donât have the time rn) and they were Besties. theyâve talked about this before, mostly in older interviews, but the gist is that both of them were outcasts from the other karting kid in opposite ways (nico was the son of a champion and rich and lewis was from nothing and pretty much the only poc most of the time) and that drew them together and they were Menaces according to legend. everything was a competition and they trashed hotel rooms and ate pizza and ice cream and kellogg frosties and went to greece and dreamed of being in f1 together
-nico signed with williams in 2006. his teammate was mark webber. and nico had long flowing blonde hair (this is important). he crashed at one race and mark webber said âbritneyâs in the wallâ cementing the nickname britney, like britney spears. jenson button (another driver) said later on that they called nico britney because he was âvery prettyâ (do with that what you will)
-he was just. insane. cunty. constantly looked like a european bond villain. wore god awful shoes. whole bit. once he stayed in his car when it got craned off the track cause he didnât want his hair to get wet. which is insane cause heâs wearing a helmet it would have gotten equally as not wet had he gotten out.
-anyway, lewis made it to f1 in 2007 and they had their first podium together i think that year (?) and itâs cute and fun and oh boy youâre not ready for what these two have coming
-lewis won the championship in 2008 (but he almost won in 2007, his rookie year) at mclaren.
-nico went to mercedes when they recentered the grid in 2010. his teammate was michael schumacher, who was fresh out of retirement. (yes the michael schumacher, 7x world champion). michael fucked with nico endlessly according to legend, including making him piss in a bucket pre race because he would hog the bathroom until the last possible second. nico still out preformed him most of the time, and the car was mid as hell.
-michael retired part 2 at the end of 2012. and who replaced him but lewis hamilton
-so the two of them were teammates again. the cards were absolute Stacked against them. because yes they were besties yes theyâd known eachother forever but the first person youâre judged against is your teammate. and youâre trying to beat your teammate. and lewis already had a championship. nico wanted a championship.
-2013 was relatively chill. the car was kinda mid. they did well but not fantastic and did some fuck ass pr (highly reccomend looking those videos up)
-2014 they had a car that could win. and they started fighting eachother for wins. they played all kinds of mind games against eachother and withheld stats and nico ran illegal engine modes (supposedly) and lewis said they were no longer friends after nico supposedly wrecked his monaco qualifying one year but they claimed they still supported eachother and were friends off track. lewis won in 2014 and in 2015. but nico was right behind him and he wanted to win a championship, he didnât want to be a number 2 driver
-so in 2016 nico did some insane shit. he stopped sleeping with his wife so that he could get better sleep or something, he did weird things to cut weight, he basically did everything and then some to win. and then he did. he won the championship and then at the prize giving ceremony announced he was retiring. he didnât tell lewis this.
more after i get off work :)
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Prompt 132
Geralt is walking through a town when he senses something off. He glances up right as he watches a man leap out a window on the third floor. Geralt effortlessly catches him, holding him in a bridal carry. "Oh! My hero!" The man says to Geralt, looking at him with awe. "YOU FUCKER! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET DOWN THERE!" Another man screams from the window. "What's going on?" Geralt asks, and the man in his arm flushes. "Fucked his wife." "That'll do it." "Indeed." Geralt sets the man down, and watches him get a headstart running from the husband. It isn't until later that night that Geralt realizes the man he caught didn't mention anything about Geralt being a witcher. Perhaps it was the shock and adrenaline. Perhaps he didn't even fully see Geralt, his mind was too focused on surviving. Months later, Geralt is tacking up Roach to leave town when a familiar blur busts into the stables, and leaps into a pile of hay nearby. A man enters after a minute, raving mad, holding a bottle. "Where is he!?" "Where is who?" Geralt asks, coolly, and watches the man's temper fizzle out into apprehension. "N- Nobody. Sorry for bothering you, mister witcher." and the man scurries off. Geralt turns to the haystack and watches as his acquaintance in bright clothing crawls out, hay still stuck in the creases of his clothes and the strands of his hair. "His wife, too?" "His son, actually." "Mm." "Thank you for helping me again." "I didn't do much." Still, the colorful man flicks a coin to Geralt, and then races out. Huh. The man recognized him. And the other man, the one who chased him, had even called Geralt a witcher. And yet the man was still not scared. He even thanked Geralt. Nobody ever thanks Geralt. Another few months later, Geralt is setting up camp when he senses something in the trees. He readies to fling a knife up there, only to see- The man again. He starts very awkwardly trying to climb down, before falling flat on his ass on the ground. "...Hello again." "Hello, my dear witcher!" "Why were you in the tree?" "Oh, I was chased here-" "Of course you were." "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" "I've only met you a few times, but every time I have, you're running from a man who is a relative of someone you've fucked. Out with it, what was it this time? Daughter? Husband?" "Mother." "I can s-" "And his father." "..." "They were a very adventurous couple." And despite it all, Geralt laughs. He throws his head back and cackles. He's never laughed so hard in his life. "I'm Jaskier." The man - Jaskier - introduces himself as he wipes dust and leaves off of his doublet. "I'm Geralt." "Would you mind if I stay with you for the night, Geralt?" "I'm a witcher." "I'm a bard! Glad we're past that." "Of course you're a bard." "Of course you're a witcher." "You already knew I was a witcher." "Then why bring it up when I said I wanted to stay?" "Nobody wants to stay with a witcher." "Well then I suppose I am no longer Jaskier, and my name is now Nobody, dear friend." Jaskier confuses Geralt, but it's not like he'll stay forever, right? Right?
#i wanted to post this now so i did#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#the witcher#geralt x dandelion#geralt loves his bard!#witcher fanfiction#writing prompts#fanfiction prompts#friends to lovers#strangers to lovers#strangers to friends to lovers#alternate meeting#witcher alternate universe#alternate universe#au#humor#fluff#?#Jaskier canonically jumping out windows to escape people he's cucked
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Legolas & Thranduil headcanons because the movies can eat my ass
After his wife died, Thranduil raised Legolas alone - and by that, I mean, he literally refused to let anyone step in and help him, he was a 24/7 dad.
He fed him, bathed him, held council meetings with a baby in his arms, walked around the castle wearing a sling because he wasnât letting that little nugget out of his sight. Legolas didnât even sleep in a crib; he slept right in his fatherâs arms because Thranduil was too scared to be away from him.
An advisor of his once made the mistake of suggesting he let a nanny care for Legolas, and scarcely escaped the conversation alive.
Legolas has always been quiet, but was borderline mute as a kid. Nothing was wrong with him, he just didnât really feel like talking. Thranduil didnât care, his baby is perfect.
Mirkwood elves are known for being merry, but Legolas takes the cake. He was a backflipping, tree-climbing, bannister sliding, chandelier swinging firecracker of an elfing who was constantly giving his father mini heart attacks.
A few elves express their concerns about the young prince being too excitable. Thranduil tells them to fuck off, his baby is perfect.
Legolas brings stray animals back from the forest. Said animals range from cute little mice to not-so-cute baby spiders.
On one occasion, he brought home some abandoned duck eggs and kept them in his chambers; when they hatched, Thranduil happened to be the one on egg duty and they ended up imprinting on him.
As Legolas grows older, he becomes restless and wants to see the world beyond Mirkwood. Thranduil is terrified to lose him and canât help but be an overprotective mother hen. This puts a strain on their relationship.
Only Thranduil is allowed to scold Legolas though, anyone else tries it and theyâll lose an arm because his baby is perfect.
Itâs only when Legolas witnesses the horrors of The Battle of Five Armies that he finally understands why his father is so protective. Thranduil also comes to understand that he canât keep his child under his wing forever.
When Thranduil discovered Legolas had joined the Fellowship, he travelled straight to Rivendell to strangle Elrond with his bare hands. He ends up having a mental breakdown instead. Elrond understands. Heâs a good friend.
Legolas returns from the war to find his father on the brink of fading, and he carries that guilt for the rest of his life.
When Legolas sails to The Undying Lands, Thranduil only remains in Middle Earth for a thousand years or so before joining him.
âI canât believe your son brought a dwarf-â
âShut up, my baby is perfect.â
âBut your majesty-â
âPerfect.â
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SUMMARY : In which you let your husband take your virginity on your wedding night.
PAIRINGS: Dilf Taehyung x virgin reader
WORD COUNT :2K
SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sex (off course) ,cum eating, oral f. Eating out over panties, fingering, squirting, mention of blood (her cherry popped)! Titty sucking, aftercare ladies <3
A/N: A little something as Iâve reached 1k heheh thank you so much lovelies and i hope you liked this one and thank you my love đ @jj-one who helped me with this one and also @kingofbodyrolls who made this sexy bannerđ
The beach was filled with fragrant blooms, an array of white and pink tulips adorned the set up, a gentle breeze softly tickles the groom's hair and he smiles looking at you walking hand in hand with your father holding a small bouquet of lilies.
Your wedding veil cascades down your back, complementing the silk lace and pearls embroiled on the dress, making you feel like a fairy princess. Nervously walking down the aisle with your father you blush the moment you see your husband, soft music and doting cheers follows in the background the moment you took each step.
Soon reaching upon you face the love of your life Kim Taehyung, your dad places your hand on your husbandâs and some tears brim his eyes, asking him to always protect you and keep you happy forever. He chuckling upon his request, promising to keep you happy for the rest of his life while kissing the back of your palm and whispers "you look so beautiful my love." You visibly chuckle and mutter him a small "thanks, you look handsome as well".
You never thought you would end up with your casual fling that you met from an app, remembering it was one of your friends who had signed you up on the app after you broke up with your toxic ex. On the other side, Taehyung's friend, Jungkook, had signed him up when divorced his wife, thinking it was a good idea to get out of the grief and have some fun.
Your interests he was afraid if he came clean about his son you would leave.
He was sure he had fallen in love with you over the past year from just chatting and calling each other daily. It made him feel like he was a young man again and not a 38-year-old man who had a kid who would depend on for a few more years.
Taehyung was also afraid of the 16-year-old age gap, thinking it was too soon for you to commit to a lifelong relationship which included a child.
He had enough of it when he finally decided to take you on a date and coming clean about it. He came fully prepared to tell you about his son and break this situation you were in, he liked (read: Loves) you, but he didn't want you to live with the pressure of living with a child as you were young, and you had so much to experience.
In the cozy coffee shop, soft jazz played in the background while you nervously fidget on the chair, summing up the courage to tell him that you had started liking him and can see a future together. The man in front of you gave a crooked smile, continuing to surf through the menu.
"What will you have Y/n?" Taehyung asks as he skims each and every item written on the menu, his leg bouncing under the table due to anxiety.
"I love you Taehyung," you say at the same time as he began talking, he goes blank, the menu dropping from his hands while you mentally facepalm at yourselves. "Fuck I shouldn't have dropped this bomb this early.â
"What?" Taehyung gasps and then visibly gulps, and you return a crooked smile back. "Yes tae, I love you I've been loving you for a while now.." you confess once again, and he shutters "We-ll y/n m-e too" he says as if he's exclaiming, and you smile wide.
"But wait y/n, before I properly confess I want to tell you something," Taehyung nervously adds, becoming restless. Observing his moments you grab his spare hand which rested on the table and tell him to calm down.
"Y/n, you know Iâm divorced, right? But I'm sorry I have hidden something very big from you, I have a five-year-old son Yi-hyun" he says, and you gasp "Oh my god, tae why did you hide this for so long?" you question, he fiddles with his fingers and explains his insecurities and chances of you leaving him.
"No tae, I would never, in fact, I love children and I would really love to spend my whole life with you." You blush as those words come out and Taehyung giggles, "I'll be more than glad and feel honored to stay with you for the rest of my life."
Taehyung gazes into your eyes, his eyes full of love and promises, the gentle breeze makes the few whips of your flix fly, and he thinks you look so pretty, soon the calm breeze carries out your wedding vows and seals all the promises of this lifetime commitment.
Yi-hyun stands right in the middle of you and Taehyung's parents, an uproar of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere when you exchange your rings. Glancing at him, you give a flying kiss and he acts to catch it, your husband won't stop at looking you with heart eyes.
It was soon evening while you and your husband basked in the warmth of newly wed love, surrounded by all your supporting family and friends. He occasionally steals a few kisses from you when you both slow danced and enjoyed the dance until it was time to make your grand exit and walk hand in hand till you reached your car.Your parents insisted on keeping your son for a couple of days until you come back from the honeymoon.
"Yi- hyun, don't trouble your grandparents okay baby? Be a good boy for me and your mom okay?" Your husband tells your son and he nods , he kisses yours and his father's and climbs down from his grasp and tells you both a "goodbye".
"Let's go baby been waiting for this day ever since I met you, gonna fuck you hard," Taehyung says with lust-filled eyes, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He lays a few soft pecks, soliciting a gasp from you, letting out the smallest whimper of his name.
The ride to your house was short, your husband helped to get you out of the car and quickly thanked the driver, not even a minute later your back meets the door of your penthouse as your husband starts to devour your mouth with his, heavy kisses full of spit coats your lips.
You were taken aback for a few seconds until your mind processes his action, kissing your lover back with the same burning passion, you struggle a bit until you get the keys from the back pocket of Taehyung's pants.
"One Sec baby, let me just open this, and we can go inside," you say almost breathlessly in between kisses, turning around. Once inside, both you and his clothes join the ground soon. "I'll go slow baby okay? It's your first time, right? Gonna savour every last moment of this." Taehyung assures you, and you nod.
Never in your twenty-two years of living did you have sex with your boyfriend. Sex was a whole different thing youâve yet to experience but you weren't a saint when it came to it either, the curious teen in you would look up porn and even tried masturbating before, but you just didnât feel anything from it, you thought you were doing something wrong.
Taehyung helped you to get comfortable in the bed whilst he removes the last piece of his clothing, his boxers, while you had kept your panties on, feeling your cunt coating the plumpness of his lips with your slick. You moan at the movement as he hovers above you, "ready baby?" your husband sweetly asks, you nod and voice a simple "yes.â
Soft, gentle kisses are first felt on your neck and the light touch of his fingertips tickles your lower belly, coming dangerously close to your core. His nimble fingers nudge the bow on your lace panties, sucking in your breath when he slowly goes down to explore the rest of your body, sucking on your skin lightly as he trails his way down. Soon purple hues are decorated all over you.
Once he faces your core, his hot breath leaves you tingly inside, whimpering out his name as he slowly licks a wet strip of over the fabric of your panties and sucks on the ball of your clit, repeating his languid motion again and again, his eyes watching you above him. Youâre left nothing short of a moaning mess, "fuck feels so good tae, just like that baby.." you express him how good heâs making you feel when he sucks and licks you over your panties, this new sensation was like no other.
Soon after a while he completely removes them off your body, groaning at the mess you made and his fingers rub over it so he could have some of you on his fingers. "Open baby" he affirms, you ecstatically take them in your mouth sucking off each finger one by one, he chuckles and bites back a moan. He thinks youâre the sexiest woman heâs ever seen.
"Gonna finger you baby, stay calm okay? I promise it's gonna soon feel okay." He assures and slowly inserts one of his fingers, you moan out loud as it feels different from what you felt while playing with yourself.
One finger soon turned into two and you felt something weird coming out, "Taehyung stop-stop, something's coming out," you breathlessly warn but he tells you to go on and doesnât stop fingering you, only upping his pace. Liquid soon gushes out, "fuck baby, pretty girl" never failing to fluster you and make you blush, shying away and looking everywhere but his eyes.
His frame hovers above yours and tells you to rest properly, "Baby, is it okay?" He asks before continuing. His hard cock brushing over your soaked pussy lips, itching to be inside your warm cunt, his fingers part your lips while you involuntarily twitch, feeling weightless as his thumb rubs gentle circles along your sensitive clit. "Ready y/n? Look we don't have to do it tonight you can always back out baby" he says while you whimper at the loss. "N-no want it so bad I can take it" you eagerly said, leaning in to kiss his lips. "It might hurt at first, but then it's going to be okay, I promise my darling." With that, he slowly aligns himself with you and enters inside, causing you to both moan in unison.
Kissing your forehead to calm you down when he sees faint tears brimming your eyes, he pulls out just enough so he can spit in between you two to make the slide much easier. He notices some blood as you were still a virginâ up until now, beads of sweat drip from the sides of him and some of it lands onto your boobs. He attached his lips to suckle them, seeing your pretty mouth open wide and decides to slip his finger in, your body rises a bit when he tells you to see the bloody mess and you whimper while he pets your head with his other hand.
"Calm down baby youâre gripping me so hard.." he groans from the way youâre sucking him up and you try your best to relax your muscles and try to enjoy this feeling while occasionally kissing him, moaning at his touches. He rests his forehead on top of yours and soon he cums inside, gasping from his overwhelming orgasm, he slowly pushes himself up and removes his now softened cock. You feel the cum dripping down to your ass. âWait up baby, I'm gonna get something to clean you up.â He smiles dotingly and you nod back at him.
Soon he cleans you both up and brings you a glass of water to drink, heâs cuddling with you as his fingers lace with yours. Soft kisses resound the room until you both knock down in each other's embrace.
You decide to wake him up with a good, morning blow job but who knew it would be him to be waking you up instead.
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Meet the Todorokis
@supernatural-hunter1 @dabisangle
Dabi told you about his family before he did the reveal to the whole of Japan. He told you about how abusive his father was, how his mom did nothing to help, how his siblings didn't understand what it felt like to be in his position and how he hated his youngest brother. From the little information he'd give you, throughout the months of being together, you.cpuld tell there was some serious trauma and his home life and family were anything but loving. Aside from the physical scars, you knew there was some pretty bad mental scarring, even though he tried to play off the hurt and pain by being cocky and nonchalant.
When the heroes found out you were involved with the league and Dabi, especially romantically, you became a top priority for Endeavor to capture and lock away, so that's what happened. When you were caught, you were sent to Tartarus and servailenced 24/7, heavily armed guards would be posted in your room and right outside of it. The room littered with cameras, there was an inch of privacy in that tiny space you now called home. But you knew, you knew Dabi would save you, it would just take a little time, until then, you had to grin and bare it.
It was the same routine everyday, sitting in that small, padded room with cameras covering inch after inch, doing nothing but letting your mind drift away and thinking about the league but especially Dabi. How was he doing, what was he doing, did he miss you, was he even thinking about you? You didn't doubt he was but curiosity was eating at your brain and heart, taking over your thoughts. So, it was a big surprise when you were told you had visitors and the Todorokis, nonetheless. They were all there, Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto.... and I guess the man that Touya had to call father was there too. It would've been sweet too have such a messed up family if you didn't know their dirty little secrets and the reasons for visiting in the first place. They all looked empty- heartbroken even, their eyes full of sorrows and regret while Reis eyes leaked salty tears ,only to be comforted by daughter... huh, you wonder if any of them tried to comfort Touya that way. Then again, given the family and their dynamic, you highly doubt it. But, sat in front of this fucked up family as they stared you down and asked invasive questions, you started too understand it wasn't out of love for Touya, it was because of guilt and that just pissed you off a lot more. They weren't trying too right their wrongs, it was because they knew that they were horrible for what they did and they tried too quiet their guilt. So you can't really blame yourself for snapping and going off on that horrible man- thing. That horrible thing. "What would you say you're relationship to my son is." You scowled at Enjis question, a scoff falling from your lips unintentionally but you didn't try too stop it. Your eyes narrowed at that abusive man, only obsessed with the image of the so-called greater-good. He didn't even ask how Touya has been, how much the thought of his old man being praised for being a hero when in actuality, he was more of a villain then most were, ate at Touya every night, kept him up for days- weeks even- on end. "Don't. Call him that, Touya is no longer your son, he is no longer the boy that yearned for your praise and approval, no longer the boy that was willing to kill himself too make you happy. He's better, different now. His eyes have been opened to your disgusting ways of bullshit parenting." It was said more aggressively then you thought it was but, he needed too understand Dabi would never be Touya- their Touya, ever again, he was your Touya now and forever.
Endeavors hands tightened into fists at that, while his wifes eyes dropped, looking away and squeezing tightly as she breathed in a stuttered inhale. "He's still my son, I wasn't the best fath-" there's a quick cut off from you as you shifted in your seat. "No. You weren't even a father to begin with, so don't give me that bullshit speech that you're sorry and you regret what you did because I don't care to listen to it, you can give your traumatized family that bullshit but I won't listen to it." It's spat at him, your voice raising in pitch towards the end of your sentence as you scowled at the false hero. You didn't mean to go on a tangent rant but.. it happened. "You, Enji Todoroki, abused your children. You attempted to use them for your own selfish desires and make up for your pathetic failures and all your overwhelming undoings. You. Are no man- especially not a father. No father would ever. Force their child to take on such a burden, so young in their life. No man would ever put his hands on a woman- much less their wife. The woman who gave you those children in the first place. The woman who took care of them and bathed them, dressed them, read them bed time stories while you chased after a dream you, yourself acknowledged would never happen on your own, so you tried to live through your children. And you, Rei Todoroki. The first time that man put his fucking hands on you or your children, you should've left him. Don't ever let a man put his fucking hands on your children. Ever. You. Are no mother. No mother would throw boiling water on her sons face because she couldn't stand the piece of shit man that she was forced too marry. Your kids are their own people and have their own dreams. The reason the both of you even have kids was selfish from the get-go. I'm happy Touya got out- got away. None of your kids deserved that, but especially Touya. Now leave." By the end of it, Rei was in tears and Enjis teeth were clenched so tight, you thought they were gonna break as his fists were tight and shaking, his knuckles turning pale, ghost white as his eyes became wet and started too sting. The family left quickly after that as the door slammed behind them.
You couldn't wait for Dabi to end Enji Todorokis pathetic life of lies.
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Ben's Big BL Blurb
I was traveling for a few weeks, and there's no way I'm doing individual posts for every show I've been watching, so here's my thoughts on all of the shows I'm currently enjoying, in the order I'm most enjoying them.
Twilight Out of Focus
This show is fucking excellent. I'm not that keen on taking a break from our leads to see other couples, but I do like that BL continues to be the way that these guys are figuring out they're attracted to each other. Mao moving so smoothly into his boyfriend era, and knowing how he's feeling, has been excellent. I also really loved Hisashi knowing they needed to not be together all the time.
The Trainee
Jane is so attractive, and I'm so happy for Off. This latest episode was a lot of fun to watch for Ryan, because it's nice seeing him be more actively engaged in things happening around him. Pai seems far more settled now that she knows she has a place. Pah is clearly still a mess. Tae seems like he's good at what he does. Ba-Mhee falling for Judy is NOT IDEAL, and Judy is over the line.
Overall, I'm actually interested in seeing them mirror interns crushing on their mentors with two different pairings as a point of comparison. I also like how every week feels like the work goals make sense.
The Miracle of Teddy Bear
Besties, so much is happening in this show. There is daddy drama, wife drama, dead son drama, and so much more! These episodes are so long, but I'm really engaged with everything happening on this show. Job and Inn are really fucking good in this.
I Hear the Sunspot
I'm so glad that Kohei made his feelings clear, and I'm enjoying seeing Taichi figure out how to respond to them. We once again had a camping trip that did not give me what I wanted, but I did like Kohei being clear that he's still interested in Taichi. Finally, I liked the little confirmations that Kohei is taking to sign, and that Taichi is interested in that journey.
Knock Knock, Boys!
I'm so proud of Best! He has played Peak in this restrained way for so long, and it paid off in this most recent episode. I love that this story started with a gay man running from himself and his feelings, who then realizes that he can't run away from people who care about him anymore because they won't let him. I love that everyone being patient with him gave him what he needed to finally accept himself and say what he needed. I've really loved the way Thanwa tries to support Peak.
I'm also overjoyed for Almond and Latte, and I need them to fuck nasty before this show ends or I will be so disappointed. Latte is quietly one of my blorbos of the year with the way he is always clear about who he is and what he wants even as he is okay with where Almond is in the moment. They're an excellent pair.
Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko
RISA IS OFF THE BESTIE LIST FOREVER! I will never forgive her for outing Hiroko to Ayaka just so she could ask Ayaka to choose her instead. Also, fuck those Bettys at the bar, who definitely know Hiroko's business, and that she's not out at work. Why talk about her to a stranger who called her senpai?? I'm relieved that Hiroko knows that Ayaka likes women now, and am curious how we move forward at this point.
I also need to know who this woman was who hurt Hiroko, because nothing makes me sadder than when we have to hide from other queers.
Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding
Thanks to @isaksbestpillow I was actually able to start this on my trip. I didn't want to start a show on a trip, but I could not resist. I really love that Ishida is in his late 20s and struggling with direction and purpose after his initial plan blew up in his face. I love that he's recognized so quickly that he's developed feelings for Mitsuya-sensei, and I love that Mitsuya-sensei is open about who he is. It's about goddamned time that we saw an age gap story of this kind, because so many meaningful relationships I've had are with gay men older than me.
Takara's Treasure
This quiet little show makes me so happy every week. I just desperately need for Taishin to figure out what he's feeling, and for people to help him realize what he's feeling. Takara's my favorite kind of pretty boy: the ones who are obviously and poorly masking incredibly turmoil. I love that Taishin sees through this and wants to help Takara. Excited for him to get to take care of him when Takara gets sick.
Century of Love
I've been having a lot of fun with this show, but episode 8 felt like a huge wobble. I love that San was so committed to Vee the whole time, but the back and forth about the stone was tedious. San giving up the stone as a way to signify that he was over the memory of Vad was nice, but we didn't reconcile Vee's theft and the emotional cost of that.
Love Sea
MAHASAMUT!! WE FINALLY BEAT THAT NASTY OLD MAN'S ASS!! Mut trampling over a bullshit breakup and kicking Rak's dad's ass instead was so satisfying that it almost makes up for Mut having little identity outside of his relationship to Rake, or the terrible arc that Mook and Vie are having, over the last few weeks. I have been playing Stomp for the last few hours because I needed them to kick that man. Mut did not hit him enough.
New Shows
There's a bunch of stuff I have to sort out over the next few days. I'm not going back to My Love Mix Up TH, but I do plan to start 4 Minutes. There's also another J-BL in the grey I got some help finding called Sugar Dog Life.
Shout out to @lurkingshan for helping me watch a few things while I was gone, and also @twig-tea for keeping me apprised of which new shows I probably need to pick up.
#Ben watches#twilight out of focus#tasogare outfocus#the trainee#the trainee the series#the miracle of teddy bear#ayaka chan wa hiroko senpai ni koishiteru#ayaka is in love with hiroko#knock knock boys#i hear the sunspot#hidamari ga kikoeru#mitsuya sensei no keikakuteki na edzuke#mr. mitsuya's planned feeding#takara no vidro#takara's treasure#century of love#love sea#love sea the series#thai bl#japanese bl#bl series
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Don't talk to my wife like that
James Burrow was the popular in school, not only because he was son of Joe Burrow, the quaterback who changed things forever in Cincinnati and the football team there: the Bengals. He was popular because he was kind, and smart...and he looked like the devil version of his father somehow. Tall, chocolate hair, hazel eyes, intense gaze. Many girls and boys admire him.
By no surprise, he had his moments of rebellion.
You were making dinner while Joe was sitting in the dinner table creating a sheet of plays for James to study. James appeared in the kitchen, wearing a hoodie and pants and messy hair. He went directly to the fridge to search for more food.
"James, wait, dinner is almost ready!" you scolded.
"Mom, I'm growing up! I need food" James was seventeen and 6'2 (1.88 m for my the metric system folks) , the doctors said he will grow up more. Joe expected James to be taller than him.
"Dinner is almost ready" you slapped his hand when he was about to grab a bottle of juice "Help you father to put the table" he sighed but obeyed.
"Did you finished your homework?" you asked, moving the pasta and turning it off the stove. "Mr Darnold told me you were not submitting your homework on time, James"
He sighed again. Joe raised his eyes to look at his son noticing the change in his attitude. "Mr Darnold is a prick"
"James!"
"What?" he said defensively "It doesn't make any sense that I spent my time making homework when is useless" he replied.
"It is important, because is your education" you argued, giving a glance to Joe who was still watching James. You knew that stare. "You can learn about many things, including critical thinking and logic"
"I don't give a fuck I'm going to play in the league anyway" he raised his voice.
"James!" Joe interved "Don't talk to my wife like that. She's right, you need to study. Do you think any college would want you if your grades are a mess? Did you know you have to study a degree if you want to compete?"
"But I-"
"I don't care if you think it is a waste of time" he argued "you need to study, do your homework and get good grades, that's all we have been asking you all these years, alright?"
"I thought you want me to play in the league"
"I want you to respect your mother, and then we talk about playing" he stood up "apologise to you mother, now"
James sighed. "Sorry mom, I shouldn't be rude"
You felt so precious that you promised to say thanks to him later that night.
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Paranoia
Click here! For Pt. 1 : SHAMELESS
This actually took forever cause of my hiatus and severe writers block so I'm super sorry :((
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!đŠˇ
Warnings: Smut, BJ, face fucking Cucking, rough sex, kinda deranged Sukuna, breading, hate sex, voyeurism, exhibitionist, mentions of prior infidelity. Sukuna x reader x toji??? (more in the first part)
Sukuna had been living in a state of paranoia.
Ever since your son had been born, heâd been taking notice of how different they looked.
He wouldnât say anything to you. Not until three months in when one day at workâŚ
He was in Tojiâs office going over some business plans for a big upcoming merger. He was about to leave when his eyes flicked to a framed photo on his desk. His heart dropped for a second before rising once again to its rightful place when he realised it was a baby photo of Megumi, circa 2003.
âYour son?â He nodded to the image.
Toji smirked a little before nodding, âYeah, he is now four, about to be five in a few weeks. Time really goes by fast.â
âHe looks exactly like you.â
âYeah, he always has, even when he was a newborn.â Toji fought off the incoming smirk.
Sukunaâs brain clogs were slowly turning as he pierced everything together. Anger simmered in his blood.
âCute runt.â
âHow oldâs your kid now anyway, Ryo? Like two months?â
âThree.â
âCute.â Tojis said not really caring to look up from his screen.
Half an hour after Sukuna left his office, he felt his eye twitch every other minute. It was like there was a devil on both his shoulders. One telling him to get a paternity test and kick you to the curb, the other telling him to call you to his office and make you suck his dick until he wasn't angry at you anymore.
Option one would definitely solve his paranoia, but he would lose you. And Sukuna refuses to give up his favourite treasures, especially not to Toji of all people. Heâd rather kill you than have him call you his wife.
Totally very sane.
So option two it is.
When Sukunaâs assistant called telling you to come, with no explanation. You honestly felt the air leave your lungs. You knew he knew, and he knew that you knew that he knew. But none of you acknowledged it. You donât know why.
You had a plan the day Toji left your house the morning after you two defiled every single wall in yours and Sukunaâs shared home. You planned to leave your husband and start a new life. But then it hit you. Guilt like no other. A guilt that had left you crying for half the week and drinking for the rest.
Upon your husband's arrival, he pulled you into his embrace, covering your face with kisses and shoving an expensive bouquet your way and a diamond necklace in his briefcase. His form of apologising was gift-giving. Along with eating you out right there on the floor, until, you had made a mess of his face.
How could you leave him after one measly fight? How could you cheat on him after a small hiccup in the relationship? This was your marriage and you acted like a complete whore. You let temporary emotions and anxiety take control of your vagina and like a shark smelling blood you raced your way to the closest dick you could find.
And everything just went down hill after you found out you were pregnant. The anxiety of finding out who was the father killed you. You spent many tearful nights hoping your childâs face would grow to resemble your husband more. But that wasn't the case. So you did your best to be the perfect wife and stay in his good graces, for how could you lose the love of your life?
So there you stood, at the door of the meeting room knocking softly at its smooth wood. You fiddled with your hair and straightened out your dress as you waited for your husband's response.
âCome in.â The voice was deep, like your husband's but its specific rasp had you hesitating as you turned the door knob.
âHi, sweetheart.â The scar on his mouth twisted with his smile. He looked overjoyed to be here. And you couldnât be any more annoyed at him.
âWhy are you here?â Your voice was laced with annoyance.
âBaby, thatâs not how you greet people.â
âDonât call me baby Toji.â
âYouâve been avoiding me.â He stated, eyes piercing yours.
âSo?â
âSo, you have my kid-â
âCould you keep it down!â You slammed the door shut behind you, hoping no one overheard. âSukuna is the father, not you.â
âYou have MY kid, Y/N, my kid, and you donât talk to me. You barely even look at me.â
âBecause I have a HUSBAND and a life I want.â You shook your head at him.
âThatâs not what you said last year.â
âIs that why you called me here? To try and convince me to leave my husband?â
âHe is here because I invited him.â You jumped from your position. Turning to face your husband with a shocked face.
âRyomen.â You put on your best smile, trying to keep it together as you stare at him; paying no mind to the growing grim expression of your past lover, or for better words, past mistake.
âMy love.â He smiled with a twinkle of something dangerous in his eyes.
âWhy did you invite him here?â You watched as he locked the door behind him, closing all the curtains and stalking down the long table passed all the empty chairs. Until he reached the end. The CEOâs chair.
He sat himself down and looked at you, raising his eyebrow until you got the hint, and hurried your cute self onto his lap.
âHello, my wife.â His head pressed into your neck roughly, taking in the scent of you. âGod, you smell amazing.â
âSukuna, Toji is here.â You sighed out dreamily as Sukuna busied himself with kissing your neck.
âYou are truly a shameless slut.â You froze in your movements.
âWhat?â Your voice shook.
âOh, I was talking to Toji, but I guess it can apply to you too.â Your heart had now dropped to the pits of your stomach. Was this it? Was this the end of your marriage?
âSukuna wai-â
âShut up.â
âRyomen, please.â His hands grasped your hair tightly, moving you off of his lap and onto the floor. All the while, Toji watched with a smile on his face. This was it for him. The moment in which Sukuna would kick you to the curb and let him have you. At least, thatâs what he thought.
âSuck my dick.â Sukuna didnât even give you time to process what he demanded, because as soon as your mouth was open he plunged his length down your throat. Groaning at the feeling of your immediate gags. You begged him to kick Toji out with your eyes, pleading for privacy as he used you.
âYou know, I watched the clips of you screwing my wife over and over.â Your husband's attention was fully on Toji now, as held on to your hair. Staring him down as Toji watched on, not giving a response to Sukunaâs obvious attempt to get to him.
âYou made it seem like they were erased, but I only had to put in a little effort to find the security camera's videos on your hard drive.â
His hand guided the movements of your head so roughly, tears already streamed down your face.
âIf I didnât want you to find them, Sukuna, I wouldnât have let you.â Toji finally gave a response back.
âNow, now. Is that any way to talk to your boss?â He tutted at him. Smiling at the growing annoyance on Tojiâs face.
âThe one mistake you made wasnât fucking my wife, or trying to take my child.â He scoffed at him. âIt was thinking Iâd ever let my wife go.â Sukuna had pulled his now fully erect cock out of your mouth and slapped it against your tear-stained cheeks. You used this time to breathe and rest as he assaulted your face with more slaps. But this reprieve didn't last long, as he was plunging back into your mouth as he continued talking to Toji.
âYou what? Thought I didnât know she was a whore the day I married her?â You couldn't help but moan at your husband's words, rubbing yourself down onto his shining shoe. âI mean just look at her, humping my leg like a bitch in heat.â
And as you completely ignored the attention of your past love, Sukuna came to the resolution that heâd never leave you. Not ever. He would punish you for all your worth. But leave you? Never. You were like a drug to him, an incubus who had her fangs lodged deep into his soul. So, while yes, he was angry at you for sleeping with another man, he realised he just needed to fuck the much-needed sense back into you.
And that's when Sukuna decided to fuck you until the very idea of Toji had been completely erased. Again and again.
Sitting prettily on the table, Toji was forced to watch Sukuna take you over and over just like he did all those months ago.
You made no attempt to be quiet because you knew you would be met with Sukunaâs hand squeezing your cheeks, forcing them open as he plowed into you. Every moan and every whine was one pulled from your husband, as he took you, sitting on the table.
Tojiâs eyes were kept to the ground until Sukuna noticed his aversion to the scene.
âLook at my wife while I fuck her, Toji. You know what you put me through this year? You should be beaten bloody and fired. You have it easy. Now, watch her face as I make her cum.â
Even with his eyes pressed on yours as they rolled back in pleasure, Sukuna didn't stop his verbal attacks at the man. Continuing to talk as he fucked through another orgasm.
âIâd fuck your wife to prove a point, but sheâs dead already, isnât she?â
âSheâs always been a screamer but listen to her now. Any louder and someone might hear through the soundproof walls.â
âDo you miss fucking her?â
âGod she's always so tight and wet.â
âLook at how lovely my wife squeezes around me.â
Wanting a change of position, Sukuna thought it best to throw you over Tojiâs lap as he took you from behind.
âDonât touch what isn't yours.â Your husband warned as Toji went to pat your head as you drooled over his lap and his very prominent hard-on.
âRyoâfuck. Break. Plea-Oh fuck.â You tried pleading for a break.
âNuh-uh, baby. We are gonna keep going until I say so.
Pressing your nails into Toji's thighs for stability only caused him to groan out in pleasure.
âOh. You like watching me fuck my belongings?â Sukuna laughed at Tojiâs glare. Knowing that if he tried to leave, it would be over for him, he'd lose his job, along with you.
Slowing his movements down a little, Sukuna reveled at the way you shuddered over his cock. He was getting close and could feel it.â
âShould we give our baby boy a sibling? Hm? A girl or a boy? I think I want another boy. What do you think, baby?â
You gave no response, only the moan of a cock drunk whore.
âSince my wife canât answer. Toji, tell me. Should I give my son a sibling?â
After being met with silence again. Your husband took it upon himself, cumming in you, triggering your climax immediately after.
You fell to the ground, your weak legs giving in after The hard fucking they withstood. Cum seeped out of you and onto the floor. âWhat are you doing? Get up. How many times did it take for it to stick in the security footage?â He asked you, keeping eye contact with the other man as he spoke. âI want to make sure you leave full.â
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Hi :)
Iâve had this headcanon for a while where thranduil, upon falling in love again, makes it quite obvious he feels strongly about reader but wonât push physical limits of affection quite yet. Due to him having been married before he wants to be sure the Gods approve of him falling in love/marrying again as to not cause ill intend to fall upon reader because of him not being in control of his carnal desires. Reader is oblivious to this and pushes/teases him relentlessly.
Might end in smut upon him knowing reader is safe and he may pursue them fully or just him saying fuck it I see no god but me down here lol
Or just might end in him teasing back big time n leaving reader high and dry (but maybe with an explanation lol we love some open communication â¨)
Thank you! And feel free to mix it up and or change ending Iâd just love to see a take on this đââď¸
hello! I'm so sorry that its been forever since you submitted this. thranduil is a character that we only ever got to see in super serious king mode, and had little screentime at that so I wanted to think through his personality a lot. might be ooc
I personally don't know how to write smut, so I didn't include it. I hope that's okay.
The character will be named Myria (meer-rhea), but have no skin color, body shape, hair color, etc description. She is eleven though, if that matters.
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The Gods had long since forsaken Thranduil. After he lost his wife, Legolas' mother, the world seemed to darken along with his own attitude. He changed, and everyone in Middle Earth knew it. Legolas never grew up to know the kind and magnanimous person his father was before his late wife's death.
To him, and the world, Thranduil was a stoic and unforgiving King.
To all, perhaps, except Myria. Myria had been born not too long after Thranduilâin Rivendell. Though the two never met until well into adulthood, Myria liked to say that they hit it off well. Thranduil would never admit the same out loud.
Myria moved from Rivendell to Mirkwood for her studies, thanks to her friend Elrond's advisory, and had since lived there for thousands of years. Youthful as ever, Myria made it her unofficial duty to occupy the King of Murkwood's free time.
She had even befriended his only son, Legolas, despite their age gap. The young elf was approaching 3000 years old soon, and he swore that he was more mature than the she-elf that graced their halls.
Myria didn't mind the head shakes or comments from royal advisors, telling her to mind herself around their King. Thranduil had long grown used to it, anyway.
Myria made her way to his royal chambers, uncaring about her unpropriety with visiting without being called upon. This was their daily routine. Thranduil had his meetings before breakfast, then went back to his chambers to dine alone. Or, he would, if Myria wasn't always waiting right there at his table for him.
"What is for breakfast today, My King?" Myria asked jovially, perched upon one of his carved wooden chairs. Originally, there had only been one for himself, but he ordered a matching one to me made after the woman's incessant visits. Before there was a seat, she simply stood at the table. The thought bothered him, a tinging in the back of his mind telling him that she must be on the same level as him, at all times.
Thranduil's long flowing sleeves and cloaks followed behind him as he entered the room. "You ask this every day, Myr. And what is my answer every day?" He asks, though there is no bite to his words.
"That you 'do not know'. Quite amusing, the all-knowing King not knowing something so simple." She mused, scrunching her nose up at his tall frame.
He fought an amused eye roll, sitting in front of her. He poured himself a chalice of sweet red wine, sipping on it as he replied. "Simple, or trivial? I do not concern myself with such affairs, the food is brought to me and I eat it."
"Careful, Thranduil. That may one day get you poisoned." She mirrored his movements, having waited for him to start drinking.
"By whom? Yourself?" He chuckled darkly, amused at the prospect of such a thing. Mirkwood elves' loyalties ran deep, the chances of him dying suddenly from a cold where higher than dying of poison. "You are the only outsider residing here."
Myria 'hmphed' vehemently, lifting her nose at the accusation. "I hardly can be called an outsider these days. How long have I lived here? Four...five thousand years?"
"Five thousand, two hundred and thirty." He answered for her.
Shocked, she stared at him, mouth agape. "You know the exact year?"
"How could I not? That is the year when my life started to get ten times harder."
She snorted, shaking her head. "I disagree. I think it only got better."
Two servants entered the chambers, one plate in hand each. Platters were lifted to reveal the neatly presented food, a light breakfast of fruit and toasted bread.
Myria and Thranduil dug into it, a pleasent chatter filling the room. "What are your plans for today?" She asked him.
"Same as usual, final preparations for the Feast of Starlight. Though, there is a task I wanted to assign youâ" Thranduil was interrupted by a guard rushing into the room. He lifted an unimpressed brow, staring the guard down for his brash action.
"Your majesty, a party of rogue Dwarves have been apprehended in the Mirkwood forest!" To this, Thranduil immediately stood and strided past the guard out of the chambers. Myria, struck by the news, eagerly followed in suite.
"You are not supposed to sit in on prisoners being interrogated, Myria." Thranduil told her sternly, knowing the sound of her light steps trailed behind his own heavy ones.
"When has that stopped me before?" She laughed. It had been a nearly a hundred years since she'd seen a dwarf, and much longer than that since one had been in the depths of the Elvenking's Halls. She was excited to see what brave adventurers had come, and survived the dark forest's curse.
Thranduil seated himself at the head of his lifted throne, elegant giant antlers rooting themselves out from behind the throne like a crown. The one perched on his head mirrored that, thick branches striking in contrast to his pure white hair. Myria took a moment to admire him from her spot at the base of the stairs. The guard next to her didn't even blink at her intrusion, knowing the relationship between the ward and the King was a complex one that even the elders didn't bother to deduce.
Myria stayed silent during the precedings, not moving an inch except to lean her head forward and inspect the Dwarves. The party was quite large, a whole gaggle of Dwarves were bravely setting off to reclaim Erebor's keep and defeat the dragon nested under it. The leader, Thorin, was quite handsome for a Dwarf, not that Myria would say so aloud. For all her teasings, that would surely be the tip of the iceburg for Thranduil's patience.
As the majority of the Dwarves were escorted to the dungeons, only Thorin was left in Thranduil's audience. She listened as Thranduil made his offer, then got rejected harshly by the Dwarven King. Screamed at, being told off by a life form deemed lesser than an Elf, Thranduil had enough. He sent the man away with a flick of his wrist.
As he slowly desended the steps after the dwarf 'king' was escorted away, Thranduil placed a hand on Myrias shoulder.
The cold rings on his hand raised goosebumps on the back of her neck and arms, shivering at the feeling. She cursed herself for wearing an off-shoulder dress, dressing herself for the nice weather that morning. If he noticed, Thranduil didn't say anything. But the tiny lift to the corners of his mouth said plenty. "Do not fraternize with the filth that dirties our halls."
Our halls. The brief words pleasently rung in the back of Myria's mind. She nodded. He knew her well, guessing that she would try to sneak into the dungeons during the feast to try to speak with the curious Dwarves.
He moved his hand down, resting it gently on the small of her back. "Let us go, the feast will not oversee itself."
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Myria and Thranduil lounged in his chambers, simply biding time until the Feast of Starlight had begun. Admist muted chuckles and jests, mostly from Myria, Tauriel entered the room. "You called for me, My King?" She bowed shortly. "I have come to report to you." Tauriel glanced briefly towards Myria, nodding when she lifted a goblet towards her silvan friend.
"I thought I ordered that nest to be destroyed." Thranduil said, voice taut with frustration. The spiders had been plaguing their forest for years now, unrelenting.
"We cleared the forest as ordered, my Lord." The woman insisted. "But more spiders keep coming from nests in the South. If we could kill them at their sourceâ"
"That fortress lies beyond our borders. Your orders are to keep our lands clear of those foul creatures. That is your task."
"And when we drive them off, what then? Will they not spread to other lands?" Ever the bleeding heart, Tauriel worried for other people.
"Other lands are not my concern." Thranduil said coldly. "The fortunes of this land will rise and fall. But here in this kingdom, we will endure." As had been the way for thousands of years. Thranduil insisted that Mirkwood keep to themselves, not needing or offering help from any others.
Tauriel nodded stiffly, excusing herself from the King's presence. Before she left, however, he spoke again. "Legolas said you fought well today. He has grown...fond of you."
She paused, thinking his words over carefully. "I assure you my Lord, Legolas thinks of me as no more than captain of the guard.
"Perhaps he did once. Now, I'm not so sure." Thranduil pushed.
"I did not think that you would allow your son to pledge himself toward a lowly silvan elf." She responded, voice slightly hopeful.
Myria leaned forward, too, curious of his answer. Would he allow his heir to love an elf with no royale blood?
"You are right, I would not." Thranduil chuckled humorlessly at the thought of it. Myria bit her tongue, hurt by the comment indirectly. She was no common-born Elf, sure, but had no royal blood to speak of either. She deflated in her seat, drinking down the rest of her wine. "Do not give him hope where there is none."
Is that what Thranduil had been doing for Myria, merely giving her hope? Slivers of special attention, with no intentions of truly loving her. She stood from her seat, leaving the chambers without a word.
Tauriel, too, left quickly after that.
Thranduil stood alone in his chambers, looking at the spot where Myria had once been.
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The feast came and passed quickly, Myria in no mood to sing or dance like she usual did at such events. She attended for the sake of politeness, leaving when she had greeted enough people for the night.
She spend the rest of it wallowing in her chambers.
Word got out that the entire party of Dwarves escaped, and Myria silently applauded them for their boldness. She hoped, for their sake, that they were successful in freeing their home.
Days passed, and news of Smaug's death had spread to every corner of Middle Earth. Thranduil was quick to organize his army to march toward Erebor, wasting no time to retrieve his precious gems. Myria had come along on her own white elk mount, following behind Thranduil silently, if only to satiate her curiosity. Last time they had come, Thranduil had rejected the Dwarves' desperate plea for help. This time, he came to declare war if they refused to return his gems.
The damned gems. Always on his mind. True, they were a physical reminder of his late wife and Queen. But it seemed as though he dwelled on them more than he cherished her memory. He did not speak of her, ever. Even to his own son, his wife was but a ghost haunting the halls.
Myria couldn't begin to understand the loss of a spouse, but she did understand that he was too caught up in himself.
Even though she had little intention of fighting the Dwarves, Myria still brought a dagger and bow on the march. Could never be too careful, Thranduil always reminded her. She guided her elk to stand behind his, watching him greet the human leader stiffly. It was almost laughable how mad his manners were, his kingly presence deemed to good for polite small talk.
Myria had been given a temporary quarter near Thranduil's, their tents close as they usually were. He had been too busy to notice her absence lately, both to her joy and displeasure. She missed his daily warmth around her, but knew it was best to distance himself from him. Just this last journey, then she sould go back to Rivendell to live out the rest of her long and lonesome life.
Thranduil plotted with the human leader, Bard, and a wizard by the name of Gandalf. Myria wandered the decrepit town while they did, having no place in war council, nor did she wish to.
By the time she had returned, night had fallen and all the humans of the town were asleep. Myria ducked into her tent, desperate for some solid rest before a potential battle on the morrow. She was surprised to see Thranduil sitting awkwardyl on her cot.
"Thranduil? What are you doing here, you should be resting." Myria insisted, brow furrowed.He stood at her entrance, possibly being left waiting for quite a while.
"I wished to see you before we go to Erebor's gates in the morning. I suspect that the Dwarf will have something up his tiny sleeve. I know you are a capable fighter, but I want you to stay in town tomorrow just in case."
She protested sharply, "I am just as much a fighter as any elf in your army. I will not sit around and wait for you to returnâ"
"Please, Myria." He rested both of his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her with his deep blue eyes "I could not focus if I knew you were behind me somewhere. If I know you are safe, I can retrieve the jewels easier." Always about the jewels. He should have married them, she thought bitterly.
"Is that an order?"
"It is a request. From a friend." Thranduil said softly.
Myria bit her cheek, crossing her arms. "Fine. I will stay here on the morrow. But, if any fighting breaks out, I will join."
He seemed content with her answer, knowing its as far as he'll get with her stubbornness. "Very well, I'll see you when this is over." He planted a tender kiss to the top of her head before he left to his own tent.
đ
Myria could only watch from afar as negotiations with the Dwarves had clearly gone to shit. More dwarves had shown up, an entire army to match the Elves' golden one. Myria rushed back to grab her bow, bursting out of her tent to the sound of screams in the town. Surely the Dwarves wouldn't target the women and children who had stayed behind?
She was right. It was orcs who had invaded the town, cutting off exits as they slashed through defenseless crowds of people. Myria rushed to help whoever she could, shooting down orcs' fat heads whenever they got too close to a fleeing human. With her dagger, she slashed through whoever she could reach to retrieve each of her arrows.
This arduous process repeated for some time, Myria panting with effort as she continued. The sounds of screams toned done as golden-armored soldiers flooded into the cobble streets and started to push back at the beastly creatins. Myria breathed a sigh of relief, engaging another orc. It was larger than most, with armor protecting its head and chest. She slashed at his with a sword she had taken from dead enemy, yelping when he stabbed into her abdomen with his own weapon. She gasped, trying to keep her composure as he approached above her menacingly. As he lifted his sword above his head again, ready to strike down the Elf, his head was detached from his body in a spray of hot blood.
Myria flinched at the feeling on her skin, feeling disgusted more than she already was with the sweat and dirt covering her. Thranduil came from behind the orc, who was now dead on the floor. He crouched down in front of her, a frantic look in his eye that betrayed his regal appearance. "Myria, look at me!" He shouted, her blurry vision shakily focusing on him. He held her face in his hands, watching her try to keep them open. "It's okay, I'll get you help." Thranduil promised her, gingerly lifting her up princess style. He flinched when she protested in pain, clutching at her stomach to stop the blood from gushing out.
"It's okay, you'll be alright, sweet." He told her, repeating himself multiple times as if to convince himself, too.
He brought her outside of the town, where Elven medics had set up a discreet few tents disguised to the orc's vision by Elven magic. The King layed her gently on a stiff cot, petting her hair comfortingly as she screamed in pain at the medic disinfecting and stitching her wound up. He glared at the Elf assigned to help her, making the poor young fellow sweat in fear of messing uo in front of his King.
Eventually, the sounds outside died out. Thranduil regretted taking his forces to this pit of death. He had lost more Elves today than had ever been lost at one time since the Great War. Elves did not die easily. This was a massacre of great damage to their ranks, to their people. Thranduil mourned the deaths of his kin dearly.
Myria had calmed, pain dulling when given some numbing herbs. She focused her attention on Thranduil, "you came for me." She said, voice barely a whisper.
"Of course, I did. Why wouldn't I?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
"Your gems...they're still locked away in the keep, aren't they?" She asked.
"The gems are not my priority. They are merely objects, remembrances. You are alive, I need you."
Myria felt tears blurr her vision, clamping her throat shut. "ButâI am not from any important bloodline. I am not a Princess, norâ"
"I do not care. You are Myria. The woman who has been by my side for five thousand years. The only lady worthy of being Queen by my side is you."
Thranduil took her into his arms as she cried. He shushed her gently, hands locked into her hair as she clung to him.
"I love you, Thranduil. I have for a long, long time."
"And I, you, my dearest Myr."
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Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Nine
Chapter Summary | A week of not hearing from Javi since he ran out has you tearing your hair out, so you throw yourself into your work as a distraction, with catastrophic consequences.
Chapter Warnings |Â mentions of drugs and the drug trade, alcohol consumption, threatening language, violence, blood, descriptions of a head injury and concussion, Javier PeĂąa to the rescue, soft!Javi.
Pairing |Â dbf!Javier PeĂąa x F!Reader
Word Count |Â 3.2k
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You wonder when staring at the work in front of you might actually yield something worth writing about. Itâs all youâve done since you picked up this stupid story and decided to chase it. Staring at the pages on your desk has become all the more common in the week since Javi ran out on you. Heâs avoided your calls to his phone, youâve not seen him around town, and the one time you decided to call the house, Chucho answered and with the most sincere voice youâd ever heard, told you he wasnât in but that he promised heâd ask him to call you when he got back. That had been two days ago, so youâd practically given up all hope of ever hearing from him again.
For the first couple of days, youâd cursed yourself, wondering why youâd kept any of that stuff in the first place. Newspaper clippings and annotated notes about everything he and his team had done in Colombia. You didnât need it anymore, thesis done, completed, and with a better mark than you could ever have hoped for. But until youâd seen him in the flesh, knew he was back for good and safe in Texas, it was the only way to feel close to him. Stupid for sure. But then the anger had set in - heâd no right to rifle through your drawers, pick up your notebooks and thumb through them. The barrage of different emotions was hard to deal with, and at the very base level, you missed him, you wanted him back, and you wanted to explain everything to him - thatâs incredibly hard when he wonât answer his fucking phone though.
Turning your attention back to your work, you try and focus. Youâve met dead end after dead end with this stupid story and there really is only one place left for you to go. If itâs not Tyler then it has to be someone else in the family thatâs involved. You canât imagine itâs head of the family, so that really only leaves Tylerâs brother. It might be stupid and you might make a terrible enemy out of the mayorâs family, but thereâs something else going on here and whatever it is, youâre going to get to the bottom of it, no matter how.
You can still never get over the size of the Johnson family home. Richard and his wife had two sons, one their pride, the other, not so much, but if you looked at their house, youâd think they had at least twelve children. No family needed this many rooms, you think, as you walk up the driveway.
Itâs the early afternoon and you can see Garrettâs car parked in front of the house. Tyler will be at work, as will Richard, and youâre pretty sure their mother is never at home. You donât really know what it is she does, but itâs some form of charitable work that involves travelling more than it does time at home.
You take a deep breath and ring the bell, waiting the appropriate amount of time before ringing it again. Itâs a huge house after all, it must take a while to get from anywhere to the front door. A few seconds later, the door opens, and Garrett is stood in front of you, dressed in dress pants and a shirt that has the arms rolled up to the elbows. He smiles at you and opens the door a bit wider, invites you in - itâs much warmed than the reception you got from his brother.
âLovely to see you,â He smiles, guiding you through the foyer and into the kitchen, âCan I get you a drink?â
âWater would be great, thank you.â You smile back, waiting for him to put a glass in front of you, topped up with water and fresh ice.
âI assume youâre here from the paper?â He asks, leaning cooly against the kitchen counter.
âThatâs right,â You nod, sipping at the water, âHas Tyler spoken to you recently?â
Garrett shakes his head, âNo, I havenât seen him in a few weeks actually.â
You hum, nodding your head, thankful that you have the upper hand of surprise still - that this part of the family donât know youâre sniffing around looking for a reason that one of their houses was used as some form of drug den.
âHow have you been since Dylan died?â You ask, âI know you were really good friends.â
Itâs a question that makes sense, they were very good friends, and although itâs been a while, youâre hoping your feigned concern for his mental welfare might make him open up.
âItâs been hard,â He starts, âHe was my best friend, and to suddenly not have him around anymoreâŚâ He trails off, âI miss him.â
You nod, hoping the look of concern you think youâve got across your face is projecting enough to make him feel like he can trust you.
âWas he the reason your dad has started being heavier with drugs in town?â
âYeah, I think so,â Garrett nods, âHe saw how fucked up it made me to lose my friend and decided enough was enough, that someone needed to do something to fix the trouble weâve been having in town for years.â
Thereâs another nod from you, âMakes sense,â You offer, âNot really working very well though, is it?â
âThese things take time.â He offers, in that perfectly practiced politician way that they always answer things.
âLook, Iâm gonna cut to the chase Garrett,â You sigh, âThat house in town that got raided recently? Weâve been looking into it and it all leads back to you, to your family, and it doesnât matter who I ask, no-one knows why that place was being used as a drug den, but someone in this family knows exactly why.â
Garrett scoffs, âYouâll want to talk to my brother about that.â
âWell, thatâs the thing Garrett,â You speak, âI did, and that man is clean as a whistle, he hasnât taken drugs in at least a year, and the last time he was at the house, it was clear of anything,â You shrug, âI canât imagine your dad being involved in anything like this, so that just leaves you.â
You can see his demeanour change almost immediately, heâs uncomfortable, moving from foot to foot and you can see the start of perspiration on his forehead.
âYouâre telling me you think Iâm involved in something?â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm telling you.â
âWell, youâre wrong.â
âAm I?â
He pushes himself from the counter heâs been leaning against, takes a few steps towards you, trying to intimidate you, but you know youâre pushing in the right direction, he wouldnât be reacting like this if you were barking up the wrong tree.
âWhereâs your evidence?â He asks.
âMaybe youâll have to buy the paper to find out?â
âListen here you little bitch,â He spits, pointing his finger in your face, âYou ought to be careful about this, you think this is just me?â He asks, stepping even closer to you, making your breath catch in your throat, âYou think you publish this story and itâll just be me you have to worry about? Youâre dead wrong, publish whatever story youâre planning and youâll have a rain of fucking fire to deal with from people you donât want to get on the wrong side of.â
âSo, it was you then?â You can help but smirk, having caught him redhanded in a confession, the recorder in your bag that youâd pressed on before heâd answered the door your little secret.
You watch some kind of fury flick over his eyes as he grits his teeth, his hands pressed into your shoulders to push you back, âStupid little girl.â He says as he pushes, but itâs a lot harder than youâd anticipated and it makes you lose your balance, falling backward.
It all happens in a blur, the side of your head makes contact with the corner of the kitchen island, pain spreading almost immediately across your forehead, vision blurring as your backside hits the floor. Youâre sort of aware of something warm and wet dripping down your cheek, which you brush away with the back of your hand as you try and quickly reorientate yourself. Then you feel a hand wrap around your arm and a presence next to you, not quite all there enough to push it away.
âOh shit,â You hear Garrett speak next to you, âShit, shit shit,â Heâs touching your face now, âI'm sorry, I- oh god - I didnât mean to push you that hard.â
You groan, letting your head tip back against the cool marble of the kitchen island, âAm I-â You struggle to speak, âAm I bleeding?â
âOh god-â Garrett mutters, âIâm going to be sick.â
And then heâs gone, the sound of his shoes clipping against the floor as he runs to God knows where, leaving you disorientated and bleeding on his kitchen floor. You know you need to get out of here, slowly moving yourself just enough to push yourself to your feet, hands gripping the counter as you reach for your bag. Youâre dizzy as you walk towards the door, looking down at the floor because as soon as you look up, you feel like youâre going to throw up and pass out. You can see yourself leaving small drops of blood on the floor as you move - a trail that follows you all the way down the driveway and to your car. You fumble with your keys, dropping them on the floor. When you bend over to try and pick them up, your vision goes fuzzy before you can grab them from the ground. You know you canât drive like this.
In the haze of confusion you look around, a little way down the street you spot a phone box. Itâs slow going, but you make it, pulling open the door, leaning against the glass wall, pinching the bridge of your nose to try and ease the ache behind your eyes. You shuffle through your bag to find your wallet, pulling out a handful of coins that you push into the slot. You think about phoning your father, but realise thereâs only one person you want right now. Despite having his number memorised, you pull the worn card from your wallet, mainly to make sure that the haze of confusion doesnât make you dial the wrong number. You drag your thumb over the faded number, watching a smear of blood cover it, and then press the number into the dialling pad, listening to it start to ring.
âPlease Javi,â You whisper, âPlease answer.â
Youâre about to lose hope, expecting the phone to ring out, but through some form of divine intervention, the ringing stops and you hear the voice youâve craved all week.
âPeĂąa?â
âOh Javi,â You sigh out in relief, feeling the prick of tears behind your eyes, âHelp me.â
âCariĂąo?â
âJavi please, I need you.â
âWhatâs happened?â You can hear his tone change, concern and something else you canât quite place, âAre you okay?â
âI donât know, I just-â The ache behind your eyes is making you tired, âI need you to come and get me.â
âHas something happened?â
âYes,â You reply, âIâm so tired Javi, I canât drive.â
âWhere are you?â
âThe mayorâs house,â You reply, âWell- no - I'm in the phone box down the road.â
âYou stay right there, okay?â Heâs frantic on the other end of the phone, you can tell.
âPlease hurry.â
Heâs beside himself as he drives from the ranch and into town. A week of avoiding you, of avoiding his feelings towards you, and youâre hurt. He still canât think about what happened. He doesnât even know why heâd answered the phone this time - heâd avoided answering anything that had come through on his phone since heâd run out on you before, but thereâs something today that made him pick up, and by God is he pleased he did. He doesnât think he could have lived with himself if heâd let you call and left you hurt and injured in the middle of nowhere.
He thinks of all the other women throughout his life that he's let down. Lorraine and the way he left her, Helena and the way she risked herself for him, for the promise of a fucking visa, and paid the price. Most women in his life ended up hurt, emotionally or physically, and it was becoming evident to him that you were no different.
Not knowing, and not caring about how many speed restrictions he breaks, he makes it to the phone box in record time, cutting the engine and slamming the door behind him. He takes four or five big steps to the phone box, tearing open the door to find you slumped on the floor, eyes fluttering open at the disturbance. He takes a deep breath, dropping to his knees in front of you.
âCariĂąo, itâs me,â He speaks softly, âCan you hear me?â
He takes your face in his hands, turns it towards the quickly fading light, finding the cut on your forehead. The blood has dried and scabbed over, but thereâs a trail of crusting blood down your cheek and side of your neck. He thinks of Helena in this moment, about draping his jacket over her naked body, cradling her to his body, reluctantly handing her over to a paramedic, not knowing what would come of her.
âJavi?â Your voice is quiet, but your eyes are looking at him, glassed over, but at least you recognise him.
âThatâs me,â He speaks softly, âAre you okay?â
âTired,â You mumble, and then you shake your head in his hands, âHead hurts.â
âShall we move you?â He asks, knowing he canât leave you here, âCome here.â
Letting go of your face, he runs his palms down your arms to where your hands are clasped together. He gently pries open your fingers and takes hold of the card there, holding it up. Itâs the card heâd given you with his number on, edges torn and worn. He can clearly see where you've run your fingers over the printed text, and where it's sat in your purse, pulled out and slotted bacon whenever you've needed him. He tries to take it, but your hand clasps over it again.
âDonât,â You whisper, âItâs mine, donât take it.â
âItâs okay, CariĂąo,â He replies, âIâll keep it safe, just let me have it whilst we get you into the car.â
âMy keys,â You mumble as he stands up, leaning down despite the protest of his knees and his back, âI dropped them.â
Heâs scooping you up, not quite able to carry you, but able to lean you against his side to walk you to the passenger side of his truck.
âWhere did you drop them?â He asks, settling you into the passenger seat, leaning across you to clip your seatbelt in.
âMy car-â Your head lolls to the side, eyes hooded as you look at him, âOn the ground.â
He presses a kiss to your cheek, shutting the door gently. He finds your keys on the ground by your car, and then after checking that the doors are still locked, he shoves the keys into his pocket and focuses his attention back to you.
The drive out of town is slower, Javi conscious that he doesnât want to jostle you too much. Each corner he turns makes you groan. He had considered taking you to your own home, but he decides instead to take you back to the ranch. He pulls up, noticing the lights on in the living room. He knows heâs going to have questions from his father, but he doesnât worry about that, instead he focuses on getting you out of the truck and into the house.
Thereâs a look from Chucho when he bursts through the front door, but Javi gives him a clipped shake of his head and instead walks you up the stairs and into his room. He sits you down on the side of the bed, kissing your forehead as he grabs some supplies from his bathroom - a warm, damp washcloth and his bag of first aid supplies, put together by Chucho when heâd come back to the ranch - his dad not convinced he wouldnât injure himself with the manual labour.
âHey, cariĂąo?â He speaks softly, on his knees in front of you, âLook at me?â
You do, but your eyes are barely open. He works quickly, wiping away the crusted blood from your face first before he turns his attention to the actual cut. Once heâs cleaned it a little, he can see itâs not as deep as heâd anticipated. He brushes it with an antiseptic wipe, soothing you when it stings enough to make you gasp, and then covers it with a small plaster.
âIâm sorry.â You mumble as he eases you back on the bed, head down on his pillows.
âWhat for?â He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair from your face.
âScaring you off.â
âOh hermosa,â He breathes, feeling guilt pool in his stomach, nut not ready to quite face the conversation of what really made him run that night, âIâm here now, okay? And Iâm not going anywhere.â
He listens to you groan in approval, moving your body to get a little more comfortable.
âWhat happened today?â He asks quietly, trying to keep you awake so he knows who did this to you.
âWent to the house,â You speak, punctuated with a yawn, âAsked Garrett about the house.â
Itâs almost like you get a second wind, trying to sit up, but he knows you need to stay still, so he gently pushes you back down.
âItâs him Javi,â You groan, âHeâs the one dealing the drugs.â
âShhhhh,â Itâs the only thing he can think to do, âJust rest, cariĂąo, we can talk later.â
Javi sits there for longer than he needs. Youâre softly snoring within minutes, but he still sits there to make sure youâre out for the count. When heâs sure youâre settled and still breathing, he heads downstairs, ignoring his fatherâs knowing look as he pours himself a generous amount of whiskey.
âWhen were you going to tell me?â
Javi shrugs, âIâm not sure,â He answers honestly, âItâs new.â
âNot that new,â Chucho huffs, âYou were always shit at sneaking around,â He picks up his own drink, âSaw you after my birthday.â
Javi tips his head back and canât help but chuckle because itâs true, he was never good at keeping things from his dad. He just hopes youâve both done a better job at keeping things from your parents.
âYou know what youâre doing with her?â
Itâs a question he doesnât really know how to answer, mulling over the answer in his mind before he lets his mouth speak.
âI just know I want to keep her safe,â He speaks, âAnd that I think I might love her.â
Javi watches as Chuchoâs mouth grows into a smile, a small nod given in his direction.
âWill she be okay?â
Javi nods, âI think so yes, hit her head pretty hard, but I think after sheâs slept sheâll be okay.â
Chucho pushes himself from his chair, draining his almost-empty cup. He puts it in the sink and then puts a warm hand on Javiâs shoulder with a squeeze.
âI just want you to be happy, finally,â He says, âThatâs all that matters.â
Javi watches as he walks away, off to his room to sleep, and speaks into the silence of the empty kitchen once heâs gone, âThanks, dad.â
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"NOW THAT DAEMON AND I HAVE YOU, WE'LL NEVER LET YOU GO"
Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen
WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly!(smut warning, p in v, fingering, eating out pussy, dirty talking etc)
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The news of Laenor Velaryon's death had sent shockwaves through the realm. Daenys, who had always held a fondness for Laenor, was particularly devastated. Daenys's heart grieved for her cousin, Rhaenys, who has not only lost her daughter but now her son as well.
When Rhaenyra proposed a marriage between the three of them, Daenys was initially hesitant. She couldn't help but wonder what Viserys would think. But when Daemon voiced his support, Daenys found herself wavering.
The night sky grew darker. The three Targaryens, their robes of gold and blood red shimmering in the dim light, stood before the Septon. There was no one except their children and the Septon.
As the Septon spoke, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. They were bound by a love that transcended the boundaries of tradition and societal expectations. Daemon had always loved Daenys since they were little, but before he even got the chance to make her his, he was married off to the Vale.
Rhaenyra on the other hand grew fond of her Uncle and Aunt, she wanted to be like them. She admired and lusted over the two godly beautiful Targaryens. She knew that with them by her side, no one would dare to challenge her for the Iron Throne.
Daenys found herself staring into the eyes of her beloved. She saw love, loyalty, and a shared determination in their eyes.
As the Dragonglass was brought forth, Daenys' gaze met Rhaenyra's. Rhaenyra pressed the blade on her lips and made a small cut, then pressed her thumb to her lips and swiped away a drop of blood, writing the word "blood" on her forehead.
Daenys wrote "fire" on Daemon's forehead, and he, in turn, followed the suit and wrote "ice" on Rhaenyra's forehead.
Their hands then interlaced, their palms oozing with blood from their cut palms. The blood flowed into a goblet placed before them, mingling together to symbolize their union. They are together now, they were one.
Daenys was the first to take a sip of the rusty-tasting blood. She offered the goblet to Rhaenyra, who beamed at her and took a gulp before passing it to Daemon.
The three took turns, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, sealing their new bond. From that moment on, they were bound together forever.
đĽ
The day had been long and eventful for Daenys and now she longed for the solace of a warm bath.
As she entered her bathing chamber, the soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, inviting glow.
She slowly undressed herself, her movements slow and graceful. As she submerged herself in the fragrant water, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She added a few drops of soothing oil to the water, its scent filling the air.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, the door creaked open. Rhaenyra, now her wife, stepped into the room, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "Mind if I join you, my wife?" she asked, emphasizing the last word.
Daenys nodded, her eyes darkening slightly. Rhaenyra began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, a seductive dance. Daenys couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. "Hurry," she ordered, her voice low and husky.
"Eager, much?" Rhaenyra teased, before finally slipping into the bath.
As they lay side by side, the tension between them palpable, a shared look passed between them. Daenys thought Rhaenyra would lean in for a kiss but to her surprise, instead attached them to her glistening wet beautiful breast. Tugging and sucking her nipples.
Daenys couldn't help but moan, "Fuck..fuck,"
Rhaenyra continued playing with her breast and her other hand found the sweet wet clit of the Realm's beauty, two fingers in a go.
Daenys was a whimpering mess. Rhaenyra kissed her cutting the sound of her moans.
Just then Daemon walks in with a smirk, observing his two wives. He's eyes darkened, seeing Daenys like a hot mess. Eagerly waiting to fuck her.
"Do not fret, kepus, I was making sure that our wife is wet and ready to take your cock," Rhaenyra grinned at her uncle, as she increased her pace.
"Fuck!" Daenys cried, already on the verge of her climax, "Make me cum, Rhaenyra"
And she did, with a final thrust, Daenys came hard.
Running out of patience, Daemon picked Daenys up from the bath like a ragdoll. Water dripping everywhere on the floor. Rhaenyra threw her head back and laughed before making her way over to the bed.
Daemon pecked Daenys's lips before gently pushing her into the bed, he hovered above her and greedily kissed her twice and bit her bottom lip, "Turn back, lay down," his voice rough, Daenys complied what she was asked to almost immediately
"Look at you, such a obedient little whore for us," Daemon said.
"Fuck you." Daenys retorts.
Daenys gasped when she felt a hard slap on her arse, then almost flinched when the heir's hand rubbed soothingly at her skin while the other pulled her silver waves back and whisper in her ear, "Oh my love he most definitely will." Loud enough for Daemon to hear it.
Daenys was already dripping wet for them.
"Is this for us,love?" Rhaenyra runs her finger through her clit. Daenys flinched against the sudden contact, and moans as Rhaenyra lazily brushes her finger over it.
"Are you going to be our good girl, and let us take pleasure from you, whilst you stay a needy whore," Daemon asked removing his clothes.
Daenys only nods in response, while Rhaenyra's fingers collect her wetness.
"Such a good girl" Daemon praised her, before climbing fully naked into the bed.
With a force, he turned her back on her back and settled between her legs, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness.
He slightly dips his cock inside of her, a gasp escaped Daenys's mouth but soon turned into a groan as he pulled out immediately, teasing her.
She opens her mouth to give him a witty response, but before she could say anything, Daemon pushed inside of her without giving her anytime to adjust.
He was basking in his own pleasure of how the Realm's Beauty felt snug around his cock. "Fuck you're so perfect." He groans and starts pounding her.
A beautiful string of sweet moans filled the chamber.
Rhaenyra's hand found Daenys's clit yet again, rubbing it. She pinched her clit, releasing a sweet cry from Daenys.
The man fucked her even faster his expression filled with adoration and greed, his balls slapping against her, the sound echoed throughout the stone walls of their chamber. "So fucking tight around lÄkia's cock."
He pulled out and thrust back in repeatedly. "Feels so good my little slut." he puts his hips higher and watched his niece position herself behind Daenys to rest against the headboard and let Daenys relax against her front.
Rhaenyra brushed her hair back and peppered loving kisses down her pale neck, whilst Daemon fucks her like a dragon.
Daenys was basked in the touch and pleasure given by her brother and sweet niece. Every delicious thrust of Daemon's cock made Daenys cry out loud.
The man's eyes travel to Rhaenyra, he leans forward and kisses her deeply before taking her breast in his mouth while his other hand reached down to squeeze Daenys's harshly.
The heir moaned and pulled at her sweet darling breast, the sight of her two lovers fucking made her wet. Rhaenyra slips two fingers into her own folds.
Daemon allowed his hand to settle on the scar near Daenys's throat, just above it and vowed with darkened eyes that no one would bring harm to her again.
"Fuck.. Oh Gods" Daenys screamed instantly, reaching her her peak "There are no Gods." Daemon hissed with a harsh thrust, "It's only me" he exploded inside her, coating her womb with several hot thick spurts of cum.
Rhaenyra moved so Daenys could rest against the propped pillows and reached down between her legs to stroke her folds that was coated with mingled fluids.
"Ten years I have longed and dreamt for this day, where I finally have you in my arms," she said, "Now that Daemon and I have you, we will never let you go," Rhaenyra stated possessively, as she cleans the cum off of Daenys with her tongue.
Suddenly Rhaenyra moaned feeling Daemon push his cock inside of her,, "I intend to satisfy both my wives tonight." his words held nothing but truth as the night was far from over.
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Few moons later
The sun dappled the courtyard, casting playful shadows as Daenys and Daemon engaged in a playful sword fight.
Daemon, ever the skilled warrior, moved with grace and precision, his blade flashing in the sunlight.
Daenys, on the other hand, seemed a bit distracted, her movements less fluid than usual. She was beginning to feel a strange weariness, a subtle shift in her body she couldn't quite explain.
"Careful, love," Daemon teased, parrying her strike. "You're getting sloppy."
Daenys rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't underestimate me, Daemon," she retorted, feigning offense.
As the sparring continued, Daenys's movements grew slower, her breath becoming labored. She leaned against her sword, a tired sigh escaping her lips. Daemon, noticing her fatigue, lowered his sword.
"Perhaps we should call it a day," he suggested, a knowing smile on his face.
Just then, Rhaenyra entered the courtyard, her belly slightly swollen. She'd recently given birth to a son, Aegon, and was now expecting another child.
She smiled at the sight of the two sparring. "Looks like someone's a bit rusty," she teased.
Daenys rolled her eyes and kissed Rhaenyra tenderly. "I missed you," she whispered.
Rhaenyra smiled. "I missed you too." She glanced at Daemon, who placed a gentle hand on her growing belly.
"Our little one is growing," he murmured.
Rhaenyra smiled, her eyes filled with love. "Indeed," she replied, " Oh and before I forget, this one came for you," she said, handing Daenys a letter.
Daenys opened the letter and sighed.
"What is it?" Daemon asked, curious.
"Alicent and Viserys invited me to Aegon and Helena's wedding," Daenys replied, taking a deep breath.
When the news of the Wedding between Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Daenys spread across Westeros like rapid fire, King Viserys was angry but now it seems like he made peace with the union, atleast for the sake of his beloved little sister.
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I was crying over my mid-term exams in college.
Ohh- should we go and meet the Greens?đ
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The Hour of the Wolf (4)
IV. It is you
MASTERLIST
Summary: Pressures makes wind, earthquakes, and marriages
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats,arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon,Â
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 3.8 kÂ
Notes: I don;t think this is going to be a love story, this is about politics, and a truly arranged marriage, their relationship will develop of course, but I just wanted to get that out there
âYou have done a great job with herâ, Cregan raised his eyes to encounter the mythical Jeyne Arryn, cousin to the late Queen Aemma, keeper of the East, Lady of the Eyrie, they both contemplated you as you sat the Iron Throne and gave audiences
âI have done nothing, itâs all herâ, he said severely
âYou are good with her, for herâ, she said then, looking at him with her piercing blue eyes
âI know what you are implyingâŚâ
âShe needs a husbandâ, she said
âYou should stay here in court, as her hand when I leaveâ, he said almost at the same time
âYou canât leave herâ
âI have to, I have a childâŚâ
âShe needs you, the realm needs youâ
âThe North needs me, she will be fineâ
âYou know that is not true, she is still too young to differ allies from foesâ
âShe will learnâ
âAt the cost of the realmsâ, Cregan Stark looked at her severely, but he had met her equal, this woman was not going to back down
âWhat about my son? What about my people? How is that going to work?â, he asked then
âYou can come and goâ
âA year at a timeâ
âMaybeâ, she said. The small council had been relentless, just as Jeyne was beingÂ
His name was in that alliance
He pledged to take you to wife, you, in name, regardless of who you had become⌠you were his betrothed. And itâs not like he gave his word lightly, only, like he said, he need a wife and a lady of Winterfell, he did not want to become the King consort of the Seven Kingdoms, he did not want to take care of you⌠foreverâŚ
But he had taken the capital for you
Yes he promised your motherâŚ
But he had done it for you, an unknown princess, on his mind
He found himself looking straight at you
Like the first time he saw you, he thought, again, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Since he took the capital, color had returned to your face, you no longer had darkness under your eyes, your cheeks were fuller, you also filled your dresses more, meaning you were eating more, sleeping longerâŚ
You were better
His eyes then trailed over all the faces of the Lords gathered there in the throne room, lickspittles, asskissers, many of them, without honor, just hunger for power and gold
Did he really care for what happens to the people of the other six Kingdoms? Were you really in danger? Kings had been surrounded by traitors all their lives and nothing major had happenedâŚ
Well⌠until Otto fucking Hightower
No, he couldnât let that happen again
He thought he only wanted to bring justice to the traitors, but it wasnât true, he cared about what happened
He cared about what happens to youâŚ
The realization made him shift on his feet
He cared about youÂ
He did not want you to get married to someone who was going to please the small council and take your place eventually, who was going to manipulate you or worse
He didnât want you married to someone whoâŚ
No⌠he just didnât want you married to anyone else⌠thatâs it
The bare thought made him shiver
You felt yourself being watched intensely, and found Cregan Starkâs eyes
You felt your cheeks heated, as you looked away like a little girl who had been caught doing something sillyÂ
You were only a young woman, barely turned eight and ten name days
And Cregan was only a young man who had the power of the biggest country in the seven kingdoms and wanted to use it to avenge his Queen
He was himself impulsive, reckless even, maybe the rest saw him like the greatest choice, but he knew the truth
He wasnât
What if he tipped you off a ledge? What if he sets you off resulting in the destruction of cities and the annihilation of thousands?
And yetâŚ. He was the only one you trusted
Months on the road, maybe years away from you, years away from his home, his child⌠There must always be a Stark in Winterfell
But when he leaves you to be in Winterfell, he was going to wish he was in Kingâs Landing, and when he is here, he wishes he could be in Winterfell, he was already missing it, he wanted to see his son, his five year old son, he had left him in good hands, with his loving half sister, and trusted friends and servants⌠but still
He was so small, he had it when he was so young, the only thing he had left of his dear friend Arra
If he married you⌠ifâŚ
He was going to give you children, his child, second child, was going to sit the Iron Throne one day⌠and his oldest was going to be Lord of Winterfell
That was⌠enticing, to say the least
Too good to be trueâŚ.
Having children with you, a thought that enticed and scared him in equal measure
A child of Ice and Fire, a child who was going to be a Northerner by blood and a dragon rider as wellâŚ
He shifted on his feet again
He wanted it
And he could pretend he had a choice all he wanted, but he didnât⌠he had signed the pact⌠the woman⌠the Queen seated in the Iron ThroneâŚ
Was his betrothed
It didnât have to be two months, a week long boat ride to White harbor and another week on the road and he could be home quicklyâŚ
It had to work
Did you want this?
He gave you the service of ending the courts early, and then you abandoned the throne room.
But before he could reach you, he was intercepted by Celtigar
âI need to talk to youâ, he said, Cregan only nodded as they walked together to a hallway of the Keep which seemed to be empty
âWhat is it?â He asked, his patience long gone
âI can marry herâ, he said quickly
Cregan stopped in his tracks, and frowned
âYou trust me, donât you?â, he asked when he saw his face
âyes, butâŚâ
âI can get you out of the pact⌠if she is the one to acceptâ
He should be relieved, he should have said yes immediately, but the thought of you marrying someone else⌠he didnât like it.
Not that he didnât trust his friend, he did, he was the best choice according to him, the day before he had offered himself, the thing is⌠he had changed in the last 24 hoursâŚÂ
He wanted it, you, the seat at your side, the children you were going to give himâŚ
But he wouldnât even accept it himself, this was deep inside of him, he wanted to protect you, none of those southerners had what it took, only him, he didnât trust anyone else, not reallyÂ
Only himâŚ
âMy name is in those papersâ, he growled
âBut perhaps if I speak to her, began to court herâŚâ
âIâll talk to herâ, he cut himÂ
âI really think I should be the oneâŚâ, with only one look Cregan makes his friend stop speaking. He had just realized what he truly wanted to do, and he did not need to be contradicted now. âYou are marrying her, arenât you?â, he said, a smile sneaking on his friendâs face
âI donât know yet, I donât want to pressure herâ, Celtigar only hummed
âI want to marry her tooâ, he said then. Cregan looked at his friend and he understood him, he was challenging himâŚ
âMay the best man win her affections thenâ, Cregan said.
He was not going to lose
And as he walked away Celtigar only smiled, having pushed his friend in the right direction by only pretending to want your hand in marriage
Cregan had asked Lord Redwyne for help and together they had set you up with young ladies, that shared your age, your ladies in waiting as it were. But instead he found you alone in the Red Keep garden, walking and escorted by one of your white cloaks
âWhat happened with your ladies in waiting?â, he asked point blank as he approached you, the lack of property, referring to you not as âyour graceâ, and it made your guard almost wince Â
âI send them on their wayâ, you said simply, leaning in to smell a beautiful flower, barely acknowledging him
âI donât want you to be lonelyâ, he said gently, you raised your eyes to look at himÂ
âyes, I know but they are so⌠vain⌠âthis lord looked at meâ, or âhave you seen the dress she was wearingâŚâ, Cregan only smiled condescendingly at you, âand IâŚâ
âYou are thinking about the wellness of millionsâ, he said, âconcerned about the future of the entire realm, I understandâ
âI understand the need to be distracted for a while, butâŚâ, he only nodded
âI understandâ, he said shortly
âWhy are you here?â, you asked, nervous, he didnât understand the change in your dynamic, you had felt confident and calm enough to cry in front of him, but now you were evading his gaze, and shifting in your feet in nerves
In your mind was a bit more clearer
You realized you liked him, you found yourself feeling butterflies in your belly when you saw his handsome face, and you wanted to punch yourself, for being so childish, you were not a young girl in front of her knight in shining armor, you were a Queen now, he was your hand, your advisor, and the head of one of the most important houses on the entire realm.
But you felt your legs shake, and your breath caught in your throat every time you saw him approach you
And every time he was near, you wanted him to stay near you, you felt your chest strangle your heart each time he walked away from you.
Gods this was strange even for you
âI want to ask you somethingâ, he said slowly, you looked at him then, concernedÂ
âYou are leavingâ, you said.
You were not an idiot, you knew he had a son, he was the Lord of Winterfell, he needed to rule his home. You couldnât expect of him to stay here foreverÂ
That took him by surprise
âNoâ, he said softly
âBut you have to go one day, donât you?â
âThat is what I wanted to talk aboutâ, he said softly, your attention was on him then, you tried to pull on those dark feelings that would make you mad at him when he did decided to leave, he could not see that wide-eyed little girl who had a crush on him, not now, and you will not beg when he tells you it was going to be time for him to return homeâŚ
â... the marriage offersâ, you were lost for a second but that certainly brought you back to attention
âUh?â, you asked
âYou had been offered several hands of many lords over these past few daysâ
âDid the small council put you up to this?â, you asked, bored
âYou need to get marriedâ, he said severely, âwe need to make your family strong again, you need to settle your lineâŚâ
âI understandâ, you said, looking down. You knew he had signed a pact to marry you, but you also did not want to hold him to it, there were different times, it was naive for you to think he was going to hold up his part, he had done enough alreadyÂ
âA marriage is also an allianceâ, he continued, âyou need someone who will help you and guide you, but not manipulate youâŚâ
You only nodded
âA strong person, with a powerful family nameâŚâ
âIf you say Tyland Lannister I swearâŚâ, he chuckled, and shook his head
âNoâŚâ, he said. He then stopped all his movements, you felt his gaze on you, so you stopped as well and raised your head and eyes to look at him, âwho do you want?â, he asked then
âIâm not sureâ, you said, but you did⌠you wanted him
For the doubt in your mind made him question his own decision. He thought you were going to name him, but you were truly doubtful
You didnât think he was an option
âI donât know any of those menâ, you said then in a whisperÂ
âYou know someâŚâ, he tried, you looked at him
He felt even guilty for wanting it
He gave in to his deepest desire, of power and lust.
âYes you are rightâ, you whispered, looking away from him again, âI justâŚ. need to think this throughâ, you said with a low voice, you wanted to end this chat
But he didnât, he needed you to say it
He had heard the small council ask him to, he had heard Lady Jayne Arryn⌠but he needed to hear it from you.
âThere must be someone in your mindâ, he said softly, with a gentle, soothing voice
âThere wasâ, you admitted
âTalk to me, Iâm your handâ, he continued, âI am here to advice youâ
âUntil you leave meâ, you say then, without thinking, it was barely a whisper
So thatâs it, he thought, you resented him for even the mere thought of him abandoning you
âI can come backâ, he said then, with a hint of amusement on his voiceÂ
You only hummed, you didnât believe him, and you were going to feel terribly lost without him, again, alone, like you had been before he saved youâŚ. before he took the city in your name and put you on the throne
He did all of that
There was nobody else you wanted by your side but him
You shared a longing look, a long gaze
What did he want? you asked yourself. He looked like he wanted to listen to you but also to speak, at the same time. You didnât know what else to say
âWhat does that mean?â, you asked then. He sighed, loudly
âI signed a pactâŚâ, he said
âYes, my brother offered my hand in marriage in exchange for your allegiance and your swordsâ, you said lowly
âNoâ, he answered back, you looked at him intently, âhe asked for my loyalty, he had it already, but he negotiated our union for the simple fact he was scared of something befalling you, he wanted to send you North under my protection to keep you safe from harm, from the war, and from the Greensâ
Ah yes, safe from Aemond and Aegon
âThat sounds like my brotherâ, you said, melancholy tainting your voiceÂ
âHe wanted to keep you safeâ
âIn more than one way you had kept your promiseâ, you assured him, âyou took the city, took controlâŚâ
âI didâ, he said softly, âfor youâ
âYou are going to put a crown in my headâ, you said
âIn three daysâ, he said then, âand then you should announced your betrothalâ
âI donât have oneâ
âYou doâ, he said finally, his eyes, piercing eyes bore into yours, he dwarfed you in size, and even though he had left his fur cloak behind⌠he still look big and imposing
âCreganâŚâ, you called
âSay itâ, he encouragedÂ
âYou signed the pactâŚâ, you said.
As you looked at him, you grew angry
What did he want from you? to beg? you didnât even know. He had signed that past, to marry you one day, and yet, he dodged that part at every turn, he needed to return home, you understood that he had a son, a little boy who needed his father, so why was he here? talking to you in this way?Â
âYou promised to marry meâ, you said softly, he barely nodded, his eyes looking intently at you, âbut I understandâŚâ, he frowned then, and you started walking away from him. Letting him standing in the garden
You called in a small council meeting, on your own accord
They were right, you needed to make your family bigger and strongerâŚ
âI called in this meeting because I have to make a demandâ, you said firmly, your small council looking amongst each other, Cregan was silent, playing with the dragon eye in front of him
âTomorrow the Barahteon will present themselves to me, and I want to tell you my intentions so youâll be preparedâ, you said firmly, âIt is to my understanding that princess Jahaera, daughter of Aegon the Usurper, is still in Stormâs EndâŚâ
âAs a guestâ, said lord Lannister
âAs a hostageâ, you said then, âIt is to my understanding that she was on her way here, when Aegon was poisonedâ, you said softly, âI know because it was discussed at the dinner table in front of me, yet, she is not here, I understand they are trying to keep her safe as some sort of leverage, butâŚâ, you continued, and then you soften your gaze, âI want her here, she is a little girl, a Targaryen, daughter to my lovely aunt Helaena, and she should be with me and Aegon, with familyâ, you said softly
âYour grace is most gracefulâ, muttered the Maester, the others murmured their affirmations
âTomorrow I will demand of the Baratheons to bring little Jahaera back to me, when she is here, we will betrothed her to Aegon, to finally solidify the family and end this madnessâ, yous aid with a soft smile
Aemond, Aegon, Alicent and Otto are and will burn in hell
But not Helaena and her children
She was an angel, so were the little boys that lost her lives
Jahaera was the only one left, you owe it to Helaena to keep her safe
After the affirmation and support of your small council, you walked towards your little brotherâs chambers
He had become so quiet and sad, which was expected, but still, you tried to keep his mind busy, you would put Septas and maesters to teach him and accompany him, at all ours, soon, one of your Kingâs guards will teach him the art of the sword.
Now you make sure to sit and dine with him
Even though he barely spoke
âJahaera will come to court soonâ, you whispered to him as you served yourself a cup of wine
âWho was Jahaera?â, he asked innocently, of course he didnât rememberÂ
âHelaenaâs childâ, you said, âshe is your age, you can have fun togetherâ
âOhâ, it's the only thing he said, while continue to have little pieces of bread and meatÂ
âMaybe one day you can get marriedâ, you said lightly
âWhen are you getting married?â, he asked then and made you laugh
âSoon, but I donât know with whom!â, you said as it was a joke, it was sad that it was true
âMarry Creganâ, he said simply
âWHy?â, you asked him, amazed
âI see the way he looks at youâ, he said simply
âHow does he look at me?â, you asked him
âAs papa looked at mamaâ, he said, and you got quiet
âHe has to go back Northâ, yous aid lightly
âYou can command him to stay, you are the Queenâ, he said, still not looking at you
âIf I only command without listening to reason Iâm a Tyrantâ, you said softly, ânot a queenâ
âHe wants to stayâ, he said
âI donât know if he does, you know Northerners donât fare well here in the southâ, you jokedÂ
âCommand himâ, he insisted
âArenât you a little tyrant?â, you teased, reaching over the table and tickling his side until he squealed in a laugh
But gods if that made you thinkâŚ
âHe looks at you they way papa looked at mamaâ
Daemon Targaryen wasnât much of a communicative man, he didnât need to speak, it was all in his eyesâŚ
He could make men tremble with just his gaze, he could make his children giggle with a wink, and he could make your mother swoon with that sparkle in his eyes.
Even little Aegon could tellÂ
Even if the nannies took control over your little brother, you were by his side until he fell asleep, and then you went to your own room
You served yourself a cup of wine, another cup of wine.
âCall in Lord Stark pleaseâ, you asked Eryk, and he nodded and went to fulfill your requirementÂ
It was inappropriate, to say the least, to summon a man to your chambers at this late⌠but you needn't to worry about such matters⌠Or you did
Your brother was right, you were a Queen, you had to begin to act like oneÂ
Cregan foud you seated by the fire, in a relaxed stance, with a goblet of wine in your hand
âYour graceâ, he greeted, he seemed serious, but you believed you found a glint in his eye⌠you were started to get to know him and his facial expressions, as cold as they may seem
âMy Lord Handâ
âYou will summon me and believe me, I will attend to your calling, but I must say, if someone sees me coming into your chambers at the hour of the owl, where we are going to be aloneâŚâ
âIâm awareâ, you said, smiling at him
âWhat do you need?â, he asked gently, with a smirk on his lips
âToday in the gardenâŚâ, you started, âyou mentioned the pact you signâ
âYes I didâ, he said
âWhy?â, you asked him
âWhy?â, he asked back
âWhy would you bring it up?â, you asked again, âit seems that you do not intent to honor itâ, he got quiet then, analyzing you
âI meantâŚâ
âThere is no one elseâŚâ, you said, âit is youâ, you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling. He softened his gaze
âIs that a command?â, he asked, amusement in his voice, it was like he was playing a game.
âMarry meâ, you said, âhonor the pact of Ice and Fire⌠you can come back home, on the condition of course that you come backâŚâ
âTo youâ, he said
âTo meâ, you agreed. âEveryone will be at ease, well, except for the Hightowers, when you sit at my side in the throneâŚâ, you said, he barely nodded, still smilingÂ
âI donât think soâŚâ, he said finally, you stopped all your movements, was he rejecting you? he was not going to marry you? you had to command him, if he refused, you could fall through, you couldnât make a man marry you⌠you started feeling ashamed of even summoning him here⌠you were starting to feel like an idiot
He turned his back to you and went to the small table in the corner and served himself a goblet of wine.
âI think they will feel threatened..â, he continued, you smiled then, taking a breath you didnât know you were holding, âyou and me togetherâŚâ, he continued, taking a sip, âsoon theyâll realize⌠the dragon and the wolf sat together⌠and they are all sheepâ
You both smiled widely at each otherÂ
this is the vibe I was going for jajaja
Cregan is... complex... everyone wanted a tougher Cregan, i'm giving a gray one. He has ambitions, and wants power, and he is not indiferent to us, the beautiful young Queen... of what I read about Cregan, it is what I perceive... anyways... hope you like... maybe I moved it a bit too quickly but I want to get to the good part
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Break my heart again đ¤
Pairing- Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x reader
Warnings- language, angst, Jake being an idiot, Bradley being a douchebag
Summary- Jake broke your heart and regrets it more than he can say, what happens when he sees you again but youâve moved on? Or have you?
Jake Seresin could be a real son of a bitch. He knew it, everyone around him knew it, and after he broke your heart that rainy September night you knew it too. It played out like a bad romcom, âitâs not you itâs me, Iâm just not ready to commitâ all the pathetic vague bullshit that really just meant that he wanted to be able to be single and hang out with the boys instead of being âtied downâ to you. It hurt, especially when it felt like it came out of nowhere. You had been thinking of forever, and apparently heâd been looking for an escape route. So you did what any heartbroken girl would do, got a new look, drank too much with the girls and blocked him from every social media you could.
That was nearly 4 years and two duty stations ago, all of Jakeâs drinking buddies had grown up and had families, and now he was on the outside looking in a very different window. Longing for something he should have held on to, knowing it was too little too late.
Heâd been back in California for almost a month, the special detachment had become permanent and it looked like the Dagger Squad was here to stay. He was in his own head while everyone headed out for the day, Coyote finally breaking him from his trance with his suggestion to meet everyone at the Hard Deck for dinner and drinks, a couple of the guys' families had made the move to Miramar and it would be a full house. Jake agreed, still in a fog but at least pretending to be interested in the prospect of meeting everyone.
Every night at the bar seemed to go the same these days, heâd drink a few beers, beat the brakes off everyone in darts, and take some pretty girl home only to kick her out in the morning. It was getting sad if he was honest, he hadnât planned to be nearly 35 and alone, he figured heâd have a wife and at least a kid by now, he was tired of feeling sorry for himself. He needed to stop this endless cycle of bachelorhood, something had to change. He grabbed his beer from Penny and made his way to the pool tables, jolted from his pity party by the sound of the prettiest laugh heâd ever heard. He knew that laugh, hell it had haunted him for far too long. His eyes scanned the area, frantically searching for the face it belonged to, when there you were. Long hair in loose waves down your back, in a red sundress that could make a supermodel jealous, and your arms wrapped around none other than Bradley Bradshaw himself.
It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room, it was too hot and too loud, Jake felt like his skin was suddenly too tight for his body and he couldnât seem to school his face to at least look normal. Javyâs wife Britt caught on that something was off, Jake was standing at the entrance of the pool area with his eyes wide and mouth gaping, so she kicked her husbands foot and ushered him to figure out what had his friend so shaken up.
But when he looked at Jakeâs field of vision he knew, Bradshawâs girl had looked familiar when theyâd walked in but he couldnât place her until now. Heâd known you were Jakeâs biggest regret, and he imagined seeing you in the arms of his biggest rival, probably stung like a bitch. He calmly made his way over, grasping his friend by the elbow and pivoting him towards the side exit, the night air would help, and maybe he could get him to spill his guts in the process.
Fuck this was a nightmare, heâd been thinking of you more and more lately these days, and seeing you in Roosterâs arms was enough to make him nearly throw up the contents of his stomach. Heâd never felt this unsure of himself in his life and this was the final nail in the coffin. Coyote was worried, Hangman was never off his game, always the most cocksure bastard youâd ever met whether it be in the air or on the ground but this version of him was someone heâd never seen.
âMan come on, you gotta level with me. Was that y/n back there? I know thatâs a sucker punch Seresin but you canât let this drown you, itâs been what? Almost 4 years? You canât seriously still be hung up on thisâ he shook his head in disbelief, his best friend had a wild reputation as a Casanova but somehow 30 seconds around this one girl had knocked him to his knees.
âShe was everything. Everything you could hope for if you wanted to start a real lasting relationship and I tanked it before we even had a chance. I wanted to fuck around and sow my oats, what the fuck did that even do for me?! Iâve got nothing at home to keep my going, no one to miss me when Iâm gone, and now sheâs with fucking Bradshaw? Jesus. I donât know if I can do this tonight man, I think Iâm just gonna head out.â He smacks Javy on the arm and heads out to the lot, hating the sympathetic look he knows heâs getting from his friend.
Back in the bar everyone has noticed Jakeâs abrupt exit, especially you. Leaning in to press his lips to your ear Bradley says âWell that took less time than I thought, you sure have got him twisted up honey.â Heâs grinning, the little shit stirrer, and while you had expected more of a reaction you knew you were in for it when Jake finally got his head on straight.
Youâd met Rooster in Japan, working as a medic while he was on a rotation around six months before. It had been a fun friends with benefits situation, no strings and while you couldnât deny that the sex was phenomenal you were still in the mindset of settling down. Bradley knew that and had told you whenever you were ready to cut things off heâd respect it, you were a good friend and great company but he wasnât marriage material and he knew it. So when heâd headed back to California and found out that not only was Hangman there, but that you were still hung up on him he had a golden opportunity. Fuck with Jake a little, and maybe get you your happily ever after, it made perfect sense to him even if you thought he was crazy for suggesting it. You couldnât deny that it was working, Jake had been rattled and ran for the hills, maybe Roosterâs plan wasnât so half brained after all.
Bradley made it his mission to irritate Jake as much as possible the following week, making sure to let everyone in his radius know he was taking lunch to his girlfriend, loudly answering your phone calls, even dropping flowers off at your office one day. It was maddening, Jake felt like heâd been deflated, he couldnât even bring himself to string together a sentence when you were around not to mention how much you being around was affecting his ego.
He still hadnât spoken to you since you saw him at the hard deck, you were so frustrated, youâd really thought heâd come show his ass and the two of you would have it out but it was almost like he didnât even care you were here. You were so in your head as you headed for the elevator that you ran smack into a warm wall of muscle, dropping your files and your bag. âOh shit Iâm so sorry, I wasnât even looking are you o-â you cut off as you looked right into the pretty green eyes of your ex.
âHey, yeah Iâm ok, you alright? Here let me help youâ he made quick work of gathering your stuff, accidentally brushing your hand as he handed you one of the files. You knew he felt it too by the sharp intake of breath, just being around each other was enough to bring it all back, it made you want to climb him like a tree and beg him to take you back. You were far too stubborn for that so you stepped away from him like his touch had set you on fire, for someone so uninterested in your presence he certainly looked offended by the action, brows creased with that pesky forehead vein poking out that you always used to pick on him for.
This was awkward, youâre not his anymore but being this close to you may drive him insane. Your perfume is the same, your hair is a little lighter but it suited you, and you looked so damn beautiful, just like you always had. He needed to say something, just staring at you was going to freak you out but he couldnât find the words. Jesus when did he get so weird?! He muttered out a âsee you laterâ and started to head back down the hall, but you grabbed his hand at the last second, yanking him back towards you.
âOk what gives?! Youâve been so weird since I got here, I know things ended badly with us but you left me remember?â
âOh trust me sweets, I remember. Biggest fucking mistake of my life.â
âIâm sorryâŚwhat?â He had to be fucking with you, this wasnât what you expected at all.
âI did leave, and itâs the worst thing Iâve ever done. Fuck y/n I think it about it every damn day, I was stupid and thought I wanted to party my life away, all it left me with was a broken heart and an empty house. I know youâre with Bradshaw now so we shouldnât even be talking like this-â
âIâm not with Bradley.â You blurted out. âI mean we dated for a little while but he knew how much you hurt me and couldnât help himself. He certainly knows how to get under your skin.â
âYeah well, I probably deserve it.â He said as he ran his hand over his face.
âYou doâ you said with a grin, but noticed he hadnât let go of your hand.
âSo youâre saying that youâre single then?â He said with his smug grin, all it took was knowing he had a chance to bring back the Hangman persona, you shook your head with a laugh, he was already reeling you in. âYeah, yeah it looks like. Whoâs asking?â He chuckled as he pulled you closer, hooking a finger under your chin.
âI am baby, and if I have it my way you wonât be for long.â
Stubbornness be damned, youâd had your fun and now all you wanted was to give in to whatever was causing the butterflies in your stomach, so you let him kiss you. Hot, heavy and definitely indecent considering the environment, you basked in what it felt like to have his lips on yours again. He pulled a way a little, reveling in the way you tried to chase his lips; maybe he had affected you more than youâd let on too. One thing was for sure, he wouldnât break your heart again, he was already dreaming up ideas of forever, it finally seemed like you both were on the same page.
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Stickers
Overhaul was a man that made countless lifes a living hell. For being the type of man he is and a yakuza, it was always a piece of cake for him to make even the toughest man around Japan fall on the floor on their knees and literally cry and beg for their life's.
But... he never thought that he could ruin someone's life by... snatching a fork out of his their hand when he was about to poke the outlet or when he took Kaito's out of Pops arms once because the poor elder had to go to the bathroom. And surely he never thought he could make someone cry this hard by just... throwing away a band aid the kid was using for the whole day.
It wasn't even because Kaito got hurt, he just found it cool the drawings on the band air and proclaimed he was wearing it forever... well, until he decided to take off after Kaito had taken a bath.
"What was I suppose to do? Frame it?" Kai asked in sarcasm as you sighed while the kid wailed on the floor about his missing band-aid.
"Kaito baby-" you tried to approach your son but the kid cried harder and scurried over to a corner of the room to just curl up and sob. "Oh God..."
"We can just leave him until he is-" he winced when you elbowed his arm as he glared at you.
For being his wife, you could do things that not even Pops would ever have the courage or patience to with Chisaki Kai. Despite his attitude and personality, Kai deeply cared and loved you and his son on his own way... but Kaito was sure testing his patience those last months.
"There there..." You cooed while going near your son and patting his back until the boy's loud sobs turned into soft hiccups as he crawled on your lap before you stood up with him on your arms "its okay, you can always get a new one."
"But that one was cool..." the little boy whimpered as he sniffed, a trail of snot failing onto your shoulder as your husband grimaced at it and quickly grabbed something to wipe it... even if it had gotten to your shirt already.
"It's was just a band-aid." He muttered, hoping his son had at least a bit of reason in him.
Spoilers, he didn't. Because he is a 3 years old.
"IT WASN'T!" The boy suddenly screamed making you and Kai wince before the kid returned to his sobs as you could only glare at your husband.
Kai only groaned before leaving the room, leaving you with jaw open at his audacity.
After only a few minutes of you trying to calm Kaito down, and a bit annoyed at your husband's intensity towards his own son, you saw the man himself entering the room with a very annoyed expression but holding a notebook you had never saw it in your life.
You arched a eyebrow at him until he just waved at you and made Kaito look up at him, tilting his chubby chin up from where he was hiding in your shoulder.
"There, take this and stop crying over a band-aid." Kai simply took a whole page of the notebook out and mentioned for his son to take it... your eyes widened at it along with your son's.
It was a whole page of untouched and preserved stickers... stickers for a little boy practically.
Kaito's eyes seemed to shine as he awed at it as you slowly put him down. The kid's wobbly lips turned into a big smile and dashed to hug his father's legs as Kai flinched at it but soon pat his son's head before the little boy ran out of the room.
"Where did you even get this? And so quick too?" You muttered in astonishment but soon noticed the tip of his ears turning a faint color of pink.
"... it was.. an old notebook of mine. I liked to keep those and not use them, that one it's probably the only one I had with actual stickers for kids to use." He muttered in embarrassment as you almost cried at how fucking cute this new information of your husband was.
"You're so adorable." You whimpered as your husband growled at you before he winced at the sudden hug and kisses you were giving him now "And such a cute father as well."
"Stop this woman." He growled while looking at everywhere except for you as you kissed his jaw, then cheeks and finally the place where he longed for, his lips.
The kiss was some sorta of innocent, but it brought how much you two bond actually was strong and deep, giving him a warm feeling he could never describe it while in you brought happiness all over your mind... and a bit of warmth down.
"Could never imagine you were this type of kid to keep your stickers." You snickered after you broke the kiss, your hands carrying his scalp and arms wrapped around his neck as he scoffed, yet with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Although I got to ask something Kai..."
He only arched an eyebrow at you, a silent way to tell you to carry on.
"Was it a REALLY good idea to give him a full page of stickers?" You asked a bit in hesitation and soon you saw those usually monotonous golden eyes widening in terror at his own mistake.
"Shit shit SHIT-" He started to freak out as both of you darted out of the room to chase your kid that had a full page PF stickers ready to be glued basically... EVERWHERE.
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You sighed in relief at finding Kaito was only sticking the stickers on Pops as Kai's eye twitched a bit.
The elder looked up at both of you, an arm full of childish stickers on and even one of a car was glued to his right cheek but thankfully far away from his beard.
"The boy wanted to play and I couldn't just say no to those (Y/e) eyes of his." The old man merely chuckled as Kaito mumbled to give him his left hand to stick another one.
"Mama papa it looks like tattoos!" The boy exclaimed while lifting the older man arm up.
You giggled while Kai could only deadpan. The elder suddenly widening his eyes and smiling much like the grinch would until he whispered something onto Kaito's ears.
The kid nodded and soon grabbed the page that was remaining some stickers and went towards Kai, ready to give him one.
"No. Don't you dare." Kai growled but the kid soon started to laugh and run after his father.
You looked at the elder and the man only chuckled.
"You can't give Kai a break, can't you?" You muttered with a shake of your head but still giggling no less.
"No my dear, accept this as a karma for what he did to me when he was younger." The elder cackled.
At the end of the day, Kai had to begrudily let his son glue at least one sticker on him or else he would be throwing a fit of sobs once again.
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