#there are three right answers to this choose wisely

[melit0n]

Something that always confused me when I read TPOTO was why The Phantom chose box five out of all the private boxes to be his.

Out of all the seats in the house, box five is among the worst and would be (and still is) sold cheaply (average 65 francs at cheapest in 1880, now sold a between 10-25 euros nowadays) on general sale. A higher profit would've been made from a year-long booking, especially since there are multiple seats, so it would be 65 francs per person on a yearly booking no matter how many people are in there at once, but still not as much as other seats.

Visual wise, a good chunk of the left side of the stage is cut off and parts of the performance that would occur in the higher wings would be completely unseen, so, why choose it? Isn't the main point of going to go watch an Opera is to actually see the performance?

(A screenshot from the Palais Garnier's seat listing stating the best seats for viewing and the view from the box five via this video)

Having been there myself in late May, I found an answer to my own question and I'm gonna share it with you guys because maybe someone else was asking the same thing!

Although yes, the stage is half cut off, it's one of, if not the, best seats acoustic wise. You're a perfect distance from the orchestra as well as the stage for everything to sound just right. As much as The Phantom would've loved the operatic performance, I don't doubt he would've been more focused on the music itself as well as the vocals, and, mainly, Christine.

Further, although going to the opera was more of a social thing than an entertainment thing, so the boxes were built for aristocracy to be seen above all things, you can disappear from public view quite easily in that box. There are two to three rows of seats going backwards to the door, so all one would have to do to disappear from sight of anyone on stage or in the audience would be to just move a seat backwards (which means he wouldn't have been able to see the stage at all, but would still be able to hear everything perfectly well).

Plus, the box is located right at the end of the row of private boxes, as well as very close to entry and exit stairs, both public ones and private ones meant for stage hands and general workers.

All in all, those three reasons are why the box was chosen and kept in high priority for The Phantom, because he could quite literally disappear, like a ghost, by just moving himself in the box, as well as disappear out of the box and hear Christine almost perfectly.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hello if you’re still doing Bucky one shots can you please do a Bucky x f!reader who gets kidnapped and controlled/programmed by Hydra and Bucky fights to get through to her and break the programming by having filthy sex

Break Through » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x HYDRA Agent!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N got kidnapped by HYDRA and Bucky tries to break through the programming to get her back to her normal self in a different way.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, vibranium arm kink, praise kink, use of pet names.

A/N: Y/N is referred to as HYDRA’s Princess.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky cautiously walked through the HYDRA base with his gun held out in front of him, in search for you. You got kidnapped by HYDRA three months ago and Bucky finally found the base you’re being held in. Bucky’s attention was quickly turned on the room down the hall when he heard a loud noise. When he walked in the room, he checked every part of it. That’s when the door slammed shut. Bucky quickly turned around with his gun held out.

“Y/N?” Bucky says softly, slowly lowering his gun.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You asked, tilting your head.

“What did they do to you, doll?” He asks, putting his gun in the holster.

“Didn’t you hear? I’m HYDRA’s new princess.” You tell him, slowly walking towards him.

“No you’re not. You’re an Avenger.” He says.

You chuckled and looked at him, stopping just a few feet from him.

“How would you know, Soldat?” You questioned.

Bucky cringed when you called him Soldat. He hasn’t been called that in a while.

“The Y/N I know is sweet and loving. Not a HYDRA agent.” He says.

“That Y/N is long gone, Soldat. I haven’t been her in quite some time.” You tell him. “Now…” You pulled a knife from the holster on your thigh. “Let’s get down to business.” You start, twirling the knife in your hand. “You have two options. One, you willingly come with me back to the lab and get your memory wiped and back under our control. Two, we fight. I suggest you choose wisely.” You say.

“I’m not going to fight you, doll. You’re my friend. I don’t fight my friends.” He says.

“Then I’ll choose for you.” You say.

You lunged at him with the knife, but Bucky quickly grabbed your arm with his right hand and took the knife from your hand with his vibranium hand, throwing it somewhere in the room.

“Y/N, listen to me. This isn’t you. They have you under their control. You have to fight this and break through it.” He says.

You threw a punch at him with your free fist. Bucky let go of your arm and put his hand on his jaw where you punched him. You threw a few more punches at him before lifting your leg to roundhouse kick him, but Bucky grabbed your leg and made you fall to the floor. You used your foot to knock Bucky to the floor next to you. You got on top of him, straddling him.

“Is that your gun or are you happy to see me, Soldat?” You asked with a smirk when you felt his bulge pressing against your clothed pussy.

“Both.” He answers.

Bucky caught you off guard by flipping the two of you over so now you’re on the floor and he’s on top of you. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You squirmed in his hold to get out, but he was too strong.

“You gonna show me a good time, Soldat?” You asked.

“That depends. Are you going to be a good girl for me or are we going to do this the hard way?” He asks.

“I love doing things the hard way.” You say with a smirk.

“Hard way it is then.” He says.

Bucky’s vibranium hand unbuttoned and unzipped the button and zipper on your tactical pants. He slid his hand inside of your pants, rubbing your pussy through wet panties. You moaned and bucked your hips against his hand. He moved your panties to the side, his vibranium fingers rubbed from your clit to your tight entrance. His unexpectedly slid two of his vibranium fingers inside of you, making you gasp. He thrusted them in and out of you at a fast pace. You were almost like putty in his hands.

“More!” You begged.

“You want more? I’ll give you more, doll.” Bucky says.

Bucky pulled his vibranium fingers out of you to unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip the button and zipper on his tactical pants. He pulled them down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. He let go of your wrists to pull down your tactical pants and panties in one go. You couldn’t help but stare at his cock.

“My eyes are up here, doll face.” He says, snapping his fingers in your face.

Bucky flipped you over onto your stomach and lifted your hips up so your ass was sticking out towards him. He pumped his cock in his right hand a couple times before rubbing in between your wet folds, covering it with your slick. You gasped when you felt his tip at your entrance. He slowly slid his cock inside of you till he was balls deep inside of you.

“Is that it?” You asked teasingly with a giggle.

Bucky pulled out almost all the way, only leaving his tip inside of you and unexpectedly thrusting back inside of you roughly, making you moan loudly. His hands held onto your hips tightly as he fucked you, occasionally bringing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“C’mon, doll. You know me.” Bucky says.

You shook your head no, not able to form coherent words, just moans. Your mind was all over the place. You wanted to fight him and finish your mission, but at the same time you wanted him to fuck you senseless like he’s doing in this very moment. Bucky moved your hair and leaned down, kissing along your neck. You gasped when you felt his teeth nip your skin hard enough for hickeys. Your cunt squeezed around his cock as a reaction.

“That’s a start.” Bucky says against your skin. “Your pussy remembers me.” He says with a light chuckle.

“Shut up and fuck me harder!” You managed to say without moaning.

“Fuck you harder? Your wish is my command, doll face.” He smirks.

Bucky sat up on his knees and got a good grip on your hips and began pounding into you. That’s when your mind went fuzzy, along with pleasure taking over your body. Your mind was moving a million miles an hour. It felt like there was so many things going on. You couldn’t tell if this was HYDRA’s control on you or if you were trying to break through it. Either or, you were loving what’s happening in this very moment.

“I- mmm fuck!” You moaned, trying to form a sentence.

“C’mon, doll. You can break through the control. I know you can.” He says.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a loud moan left your lips instead when his cock hit your sweet spot.

“Right there!” You say, followed by a moan.

Bucky smirked to himself. His vibranium hand left your hip and found its way to your front, blindly finding your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles. Nothing but moans and screams of pleasure left your lips.

“Talk to me, babydoll.” He says, his voice raspy.

“I’ll help you find what you came here for if you keep fucking me.” You say.

“I already found what I came here for… you.” He says.

That’s when a floodgate of memories came flooding in your mind. Memories of Bucky being restored back in your mind. Your breathing got heavier. Pleasure was about to wash over you when you felt your orgasm building up.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. “Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” Bucky pants.

His fingers rubbed faster on your clit. A moan left of his name left your lips as you came. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm with his own orgasm building up. He lost rhythm with his thrusts, but quickly regained it. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you with a moan leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He slowly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees to catch his breath while you laid on your stomach on the floor. You panted and squeezed your eyes shut as you rolled over onto your back.

“Bucky…” You say breathlessly, looking at him.

“Do you remember me?” Bucky asks.

“Mhmm.” You hummed with a smile.

Bucky hovered over you and leaned down to kiss you passionately. He put his cock back in his boxers and redid his tactical pants. Bucky helped you pull up your panties and tactical pants and helped you stand up. Your legs were wobbly and you fell against Bucky’s chest.

“Let’s get you out of here, doll.” Bucky says softly, picking you up bridal style.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[mediumgayitalian]

The best part of being his own camp counsellor is that he can wake up whenever the fuck he likes.

Nico’s a fan.

Because, however, his dumb ass made friends with the camp’s head medic, he doesn’t get to sleep in as often as he would like. He is instead often woken up before the clock strikes nine, which is a tragedy and one of the forty thousand reasons he is going to be present on Will’s judgement day. (The scales tip any which way on a regular basis, but as of last week, Will is going to hell. Unfortunate. Nico’ll still visit him, though. Bring him one half of a twizzler or something.) So when he wakes up, one lovely morning, mouth tasting like something rotted in it and sun well past halfway across the sky, he is capital-C Concerned.

What a horrible tragedy that is. Finally, for the first time in months, he was able to sleep in. And his first thought is not gratitude. Solace may indeed have to die — Nico was not this way before he started planting his annoying ass front and centre in Nico’s life. He’s quite fairly certain he used to be frightening and badass. Now Will orders him to drink milk for the sake of his calcium and he does. Gods.

“Morning,” he hedges, approaching the archery range, feeling marginally more alive than twenty minutes prior.

Kayla raises an amused eyebrow. “Dude, it’s, like, two.”

“Well fuck you, then.”

She smirks. “Aw, did baby not get his Sunshine fix of the day? Is that why he’s so grumpy?”

It really sucks that Will is so fond of his siblings. Nico wonders if Will would still like him if he knew how many times he daydreams of transporting Kayla onto the moon per day.

“As soon as I figure out which god would appreciate you as a sacrifice, you’re gone.”

“Yeah, right,” she snorts, turning away and lining up an arrow. She lets it fly, watching as it shaves a splinter off a hunk of wood fifty feet away. “You couldn’t get close enough to kick my ass before I’d skewer you, di Angelo.”

Remembering the warning arrow Kayla had shot through his shoulder last week, he wisely chooses not to press the matter any further. The power visibly goes to her head. Fuck.

“Just — tell me where Will is.”

“Why?” She strings another arrow. The grin on her face is a level of shit-eating that Nico has only before seen on a Stoll. She should spend less time around Julia, or else the camp is in for some serious trouble. “What are your intentions with my dear brother?”

Nico, on principle, refuses to answer that question. Kayla shrugs, finishing her shot and then turning around to stick her tongue out at him.

“No answer, no location! Find him yourself, loverboy. And remember that I am always watching.”

Stomping away, and ignoring the smile twitching at his lips — she is so annoying, truly, gods above he owes Bianca a thousand apologies for ever opening his mouth — he heads towards the infirmary. There are only six locations Will is at any given time, after all, except when he disappears for several hours randomly but Nico doesn’t know how to bring that up yet. As he approaches the infirmary, though, he hears it absolutely blasting with music, like genuinely shaking the ground a little bit, and knows exactly where to find him.

As he approaches the door, wincing at the door, he finds it closed. Odd — Will likes a breeze when he works. Even odder is the hastily-written sign pasted onto it:

ANNUAL CLEAN OUT DAY. IF YOU NEED ME, TOUGH SHIT. IF YOU NEED A BANDAID, TOUGH SHIT. IF YOU’RE BLEEDING OUT, CALL AN AMBULANCE AND PRAY. I AM BUSY.

(‘Busy’ is underlined three times.)

In smaller print, under the all-caps monstrosity, is:

Unless you’re Nico, in which case disregard the previous sentiment. No, Cecil, this does NOT mean you.

The note is written again in Ancient Greek, Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Mandarin, Italian, Polish, Korean, Morse Code, and another ten languages Nico can’t even name. Actually, wait — the top left is Klingon. And middle right note does not appear to be language, showing instead a poorly drawn stick figure in armour being shoved into a cannon and shot into the sun by another poorly drawn stick figure in a lab coat. Nico loves a man who’s multi-talented, indeed.

Hesitantly, Nico cracks open the door. He is immediately assaulted by a solid wall of sound, and then nearly bowled over by the enigma himself, William ‘I Can Restructure A Human Brain But Cannot Tie My Shoelaces’ Solace. He catches himself at the last second, and then barely manages to catch Will, grabbing him around the waist just before his head hits the floor.

“Nico!” he shouts over the music, smiling brightly. “Hi! You’re here!”

“I’m here.” He can physically feel his voice cracking, but luckily the music drowns it out. Hopefully. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

“Cleaning!” Will straightens up, although he stays within the circle of Nico’s arms. Nico tries real hard to keep his gaze firmly planted on his face and not on the hands he still has in his hips. “I do it once a year, kick everybody out and deep clean the place. Helps keep it fresh and minimize the bloodstains on the floor.”

“Ah. And the music…”

“It’s fun!” Will shouts. He gasps when the CD player skips and a new song comes on, heavy base and funky synths blasting so hard the window panes shake. “Oh my gods! I love this one!” He turns his bright grin at Nico full force, absolutely no holdbacks on the dimples or freckles, gods help him, and bows cheekily. “Can I have this dance, good sir?”

“It’s Britney Spears’ Outrageous,” Nico protests weakly.

“Yeah!”

…Very, very weakly.

“…Okay.”

Will whoops, grabbing his hands and spinning him around. Nico yelps, nearly tripping over a cot, but when he looks back up Will has his eyes closed and is shimmying not unlike a worm on a fish hook, and it’s so ridiculous that he can’t help but laugh. Will pries one eye open, grinning widely, and shimmies harder.

“You’re such a dweeb!”

“Join me in the dweebiness! Free yourself!”

Nico rolls his eyes fondly, squeezing Will’s hand, and lets himself get ridiculous. He’ll deny it if anyone asks, but it’s fun.

…And not just because Will is next to him, smile brighter than any star, dancing like a massive dork, hand clasped in his.

[jedi-enthusiast]

Since I decided to wake up and choose violence and/or chaos, who is your favorite Jedi and why?

This is such a hard question to answer because I lowkey love all of them, but---if I had to choose---it'd probably come down to three:

1. Obi-Wan Kenobi, because I love his snark and kindness, and his story about essentially embodying everything that the Order teaches---even during times he's wrong, because he accepts his mistakes and learns from them---and his love for being a Jedi and the Order...all of it is just really close to my heart.

2. Mace Windu because, call me contrarian, but everything that some people seem to hate about him are all aspects I love. He keeps a level head during tense situations and is polite even when frustrated, but he still takes no shit from anyone because he knows what's right and how he- (and others) -deserve to be treated. He doesn't emote much, which is nice representation to see because neither do I, but he's still shown and kind and caring and compassionate---even to his enemies or those he doesn't know. He's an insanely talented duelist, but that talent also extends to his teaching ability and his influence helped those in his lineage stay in the Light---even if sometimes they struggled. Idk, I just love him so much and I feel like he gets a lot of unnecessary hate.

3. Finally, I'd say Luminara Unduli. Just like Mace, I feel like she gets a lot of unnecessary hate for things that she hasn't done---simply because people hate anyone or anything that challenges their christian western worldview. Luminara cares deeply about those around her, but she also knows when she has to let go and she refuses to let her emotions blind her to reality. She's very intelligent and a wise teacher, but she's also willing to admit when she's wrong and let others take the lead when they have more experience. She's very brave and kind, and she can even make light of a tense situation when need be---as shown in the Geonosis episodes. Not to mention that she has one of the coolest character designs in the franchise.

Overall, though, I love all of the Jedi and I could probably find something good about every single one of them <3

[chlorinecake]

ｃｏｎｖｅｎｉｅｎｔ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ II

🎱 pairing: yandere!stalker!enhypen x fem!reader

🎱 cw: language, non-con kissing and touching, reader gets tortured-ish, slight dumbification, use of the nickname "doll"

🎱 wc: 3k — read part one and three here

YOU AWOKE TO the feeling of the once running vehicle coming to a complete stop, doors unlocking at every which side.

Niki nudged your exhausted body, “Rise and shine, sleepy head.” Meanwhile, Heeseung hooked his arms under your armpits, guiding you out of the car. Your legs hit the ground, drawing your attention to your surroundings. From what you could tell, it was still fairly late in the night, and you were in the middle of the woods. Not too unfamiliar of a scene to you, but still a good ways away from civilization.

Jake ran over to hold your feet, Heeseung and him now holding you in a hammock position. They carried you past a campfire to a ledge on the cliff where the rest of the boys were standing ominously, Sunoo deciding to stay back in the car.

“Now look. We're not gonna hurt you unless we have to, so consider this all an unruly warning. A reminder of who you belong to,” Jay slithered, grabbing a stick from the ground to trail your frightened features. “You're not making any sense, Jay! If this was all apart of your plan to get my attention, why’d you have to kill Mandy?”

The six boys exchanged looks, laughing hysterically at your pitiful state.

“We didn’t kill her, jackass,” Sunghoon spat.

“What do you think life is? Some sort of simulation where people do the same things every single day?”

“She got the night off,” Jake finished, “so I covered for her shift.”

You internally sighed in relief, "Great, so you’re just trying to scare me, then?”

Heeseung peered at you from above, “Are you scared?”

You spat in his face, causing him to snicker in amusement. He dropped one of your arms to wipe your spit from his face, holding you up by one arm. “I like her," he grinned, reached down to squeeze your cheek harshly.

Jay stuck the stick he held in the fire before sealing the red hot edge at the side of your waist.

“Ahhgg,” you groaned in pain, provoking Jay to dig the burning stick even further into your skin, “Don’t fuck this up for me, love. I'm trying to be nice here, and you're only making things more difficult.”

“Alright, ladies, let’s stay on track, please,” Jungwon complained, impatiently nudging Jay’s shoulder.

“Right. We’re gonna ask you a question. Though, there’s only one right answer.”

“W-wha-what?"

“Slow down, dummy. Let him finish,” Niki retorted at your stuttering.

“Fuck this, walk her to the ledge,” Sunghoon directed, Heeseung and Jake guiding your frame to the cliff, their grips tightening around your wrists and ankles the more you struggled against them.

“It’s like you want us to punish you,” Heeseung smirked, swinging you back in forth dangerously close to the edge, Jake chuckled at your trembling. You screwed your eyes shut, preferring not to see whether they’d actually throw you over the cliff or not.

Jay stood in the background, observing your terror before speaking.

“There are two ways this night can end, ____. One, you fight back and my boys will do with you as they please.”

Jungwon and Niki snickered to each other.

Your lower lip quivered at the sound of their devilish tone's, feeling your arms and legs go numb from the awkward position you hung at.

“Two, you and I continue our relationship as if nothing ever changed and you swear your loyalty to me.”

“Booooo,” Sunghoon whined sarcastically, “I like the first option better.”

“The choice is yours, love. So choose wisely.”

“Fuck," you groaned exhaustedly, "fine! I’ll go with you! Just please make them put me down!”

“Tsk tsk tsk. You were so close, love, but I’m not sure if I favor the delivery of your answer. Try again, sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

“J-Jay,” your voice cracked with frustration, feeling the two rascals starting to swing you again.

You hated that he persisted on making this a difficult situation for you, even though you had already complied. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking away the moisture in your eyes before continuing.

“I’ll go with you, Jay. I swear, I won’t leave you again!”

“And?”

“And my love and loyalty belongs to you, Jay. Always and forever.”

The wilderness fell silent, the sound of your jagged breaths filling the atmosphere.

Jay kneeled down to meet your tired figure that hung in the air, pulling your face to his before kissing the corner of your lips.

“I know, my love. And I’ve worked so hard to make sure you finally know that, too.”

He gave Jake and Heeseung a look before they released your aching limbs from their hostile grasp, your body flopping on the rocky ground.

“Eugh,” you grunted as Jay pulled you into his hold.

“All of you get in the car!” Sunghoon ordered, rounding up the rest of the boys as Jay carried you to the vehicle, dropping his friends off at their places before bringing you back to his house.

Your new “home.”

THE NEXT DAY, you and Jay were at a fancy restaurant just like old times. He bought you the most lovely black dress and stilettos to wear for the evening, complimented with pearl accents that matched his fancy wrist watch. It had been a while since you went out for food other than the convenience store, especially not with your ex-boyfriend.

He pulled your chair out for you before sitting at the other side of the table, analyzing the menu before initiating small talk.

“So, how’s life been? We haven't had many opportunities to catch up in a while.”

You ran a finger over the dish titles under the plastic covering of the menu, “I don’t see the point in discussing my life details with you when I’m sure you’ve already seen everything.”

Jay paused for a moment as if hitting a brick wall, clenching his jaw at your reply.

“Can’t you see I’m trying here, ____?” He pleaded, looking into your frustrated eyes, “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done to you, but this is a start. I already explained that my intentions were noble, I just-“ he paused again.

“You’re just crazy about me, right? Is that it?” You teased, crossing your legs under the table.

Jay snickered, showcasing his cat-like teeth.

“See? I knew you understood me,” he feigned glee, peering in a little closer over the table before whispering, “now stop disrespecting me or I’ll take your ass home and demonstrate just how crazy you make me.” His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze that didn’t match the cruel nature of his words.

What was wrong with him?

“Good evening, and welcome to The Diamond. What can I start you guys off with? Drinks, appetizers?”

"I'll start with an iced lemon water,” Jay smiled, “and for you, love?”

“Iced water sounds lovely,” you smiled back, fighting the urge to kick him under the table.

“Anything else before we move onto entrées,” the waiter asked. Your eyes were so stuck on a Jay that you hadn’t realized it was Niki dressed as the server. You felt like the ceiling was caving in on you.

“Is everything okay, Miss?” Niki asked sarcastically, tilting a mocking head at your anxious state.

“Y-yes, I’m alright,” you stammered, trying to remain calm.

“I’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Jay finished, Niki bowing before running off to serve other tables.

“You brought back up?” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“No, doll, I’ve only ordered water so far. No need to panic, I’m paying anyways,” he chuckled, observing the menu once again.

You hated the nickname doll, as it only added to your circumstances of being his play thing. You watched as a thick bead of water trailed down the side of your glass, a bright yellow lemon floating in the mixture. You stuck your bare hand into the cup, bringing the lemon to your lips to suck on.

The slurping noises you made caught Jay’s attention, “What’re you doing, ____?” He asked in shock at your sudden change in behavior.

A few drops of the lemon dripping on your tits, drawing Jay's attention to your cleavage. You got up from the table, feeling Niki's threatening gaze burn holes into your back. You pushed your chest out, “Can you clean me up, Jay? I’m such a mess,” you pouted getting on your knees for him.

“____, this isn’t funny. You know better than to act out in a place like this.”

“Don’t keep your dumb doll waiting, Jay-Jay,” you ignored him, reaching a hand to stroke his thighs.

He snatched your wrist with such a force that the contact with his skin and yours made a snapping sound.

“That was your last strike, love. You don’t get any more chances to behave.”

For whatever reason, you didn’t feel threatened by his words. You knew that your actions would only lead to the inevitable cycle that Jay planned to evoke on you anyways.

He guided you through the restaurant, a few people observing the event in disgust. “She’s just a little tipsy,” Jay remarked halfheartedly, rushing through the doors before shoving you in the passenger's seat of his truck.

“What the hell was that, Jay?”

“Pfft, you’re asking me that?”

“How am I supposed to trust you when you bring your goons around to watch me? When you threaten my safety over my emotions?”

Jay shook his head at your words, “you're not the victim here, love.”

You scoffed before he continued.

“I may have hurt you physically, but you broke my fucking heart, and that can never be healed. Not until I correct your behavior,” he frowned, pulling into a driveway.

You didn’t bother asking why you were here because you knew this place all too well. It was the same place he’d take you whenever he wanted to “teach you a lesson.”

He called it his classroom.

So here you were, a student smelling of sweet citrus with your aggravated teacher and his hostile cane. You imagined each whack would feel more like a hit to your mind than it’d hurt you physically. Because that was the thing about Jay.

He’d cut you from the surface, but forget that those wounds often travel much deeper.

He held the small of your back as he guided you to the doorstep at the front porch, taking in your nervous frame.

“____,” he began, taking your hands in his but your gaze fell to the ground, fearful tears starting to spill from your eyes. So much for holding it in all this time.

“Save you tears love,” Jay continued, lifting up your face and wiping the moisture from your cheeks, “I’m not gonna hurt you anymore.”

His words delayed your tears mid-stream, staring into his eyes with confusion.

“What are you saying, Jay?” You sniffled.

“I’m saying that I considered your words. 'How can you trust someone who hurts you?' That’s what you said, right?”

You hummed in response, more keen on listening to him than speaking for yourself.

"Well. In that case, I promise that I'll never lift a finger against you in a violent way. From now on, my hands will only be used to love and adore you, my love. Do you understand?"

You felt the tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes again.

This promise of his was almost too good to be true.

"Y-yes, Jay," you hiccuped, face feeling hot from the breath you held, "I understand."

Suddenly, he pulled you close to him, tenderly connecting his lips with yours. You didn’t reject his kiss because for whatever reason, you craved his comforting.

He broke from the embrace, unlocking the door to reveal the oozing black that danced within the structure of the eerily familiar house. He nodded, initiating you to enter without his force. "I'll see you in two hours," he said as you noticed the six pairs of soulless eyes staring back at you. Your legs grew stiff, but Jay pushed you in, locking the door behind you before going about his evening.

You beat on the door like a mad woman, “Fu- ughh! Jay! Please don’t leave me in here with them,” you screamed desperately, shaking at the door knob in terror. You heard footsteps approaching you from behind before Heeseung, the eldest of the bunch, grabbed your shoulder viscously, pinning you against the cold door.

“Nice to see you again, cutie. I’m sure you remember me from our last encounter,” he grinned, leaning in to breathe his hot breath against your neck, “it’s funny how you smiled in my face while I thought about getting you in a position like this,” he bit down on your skin, “vulnerable, and so fucking pretty for me,” he groaned, harshly kissing at your neck.

Sunghoon pushed him out of the way, giving him a fed up expression, "and I’m sure you remember Jay’s rule.”

Heeseung wiped the wetness from his mouth, “yeah? And what rule was that, fun police?”

“That we’re allowed to mess around with her how we please as long as we avoid leaving any obvious bruises,” Jake finished, cringing at the teeth marks Heeseung left on your neck.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, “I should’ve went for the tits.”

You felt nauseous in the middle of all this, having to listen to the perverted boys debate on they'd abuse you. Niki made his way around the corner, walking in your direction.

He pouted back at you facetiously, punching you in the stomach and snickering as you fell to the ground, “you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he spat, grabbing you by the hair just to let you go harshly.

You looked around the dark room, noticing Sunoo standing in a corner alone, mirroring your anguish. You got up and ran to him, falling in his lap before weeping. “Sun, I know what I said to you, but-" your words were cut off by him pushing you away, the back of your head clashing with the hard floor.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” he bit back, walking over you as if you were a piece of trash, “finish her off, Jungwon. I don’t wanna have to hear her screams once you get started, so I’ll be outside.”

“Me, too,” Jake added, “I don’t have enough energy for the crybaby tonight,” he rolled his eyes, joining Sunoo outside.

“As you wish, hyung,” Jungwon grinned, grabbing you by the hands before dragging you to the center of the room. The four remaining boys huddled around you like kids in a candy store. Jungwon and Niki held your arms and legs down while Sunghoon kept your head in place.

Heeseung walked over with two large buckets of water, placing them down before coming over to straddle your frame. “How about we play a little game. As I'm sure you’ve learned, there's only one right answer,” he slithered, snaking a hand down to pinch the soft skin of your thigh.

"Your body will give me your answer before your mouth does,” he grinned as Sunghoon reached his hand over to cover your mouth. You fought under Niki and Jungwon’s grip, muffled screams rumbling from your throat.

“I’ve heard that most girls scream when they like it,” Sunghoon chuckled. Heeseung removed Sunghoon’s hand before forcing his tongue past your lips, his tongue fighting against yours.

Sunghoon tried holding your head in place, but he lost his grip as you shook away, biting down on Heeseung’s lip, “FUCK,” he grunted, tasting his own blood fill his mouth.

"She's definitely more of a fighter than a lover," Jungwon began amused, "maybe that's why Jay had so much trouble keeping her around."

By now, you had long forgotten about the large buckets of water sitting a few feet away until Heeseung’s weight left your body, grabbing one of the buckets before dumping it over your face in a stream that lasted thirty seconds.

You hiccuped on the water, struggling to fight the agonizingly steady stream.

“Jake, Sunoo!” Heeseung growled, calling the boys back in.

“Yeah, what’s up?” They asked in unison.

“I’m gonna need a lot more water,” Heeseung ordered, watching you pant for breath beneath him. “Any last words before they get back, because I’m afraid from here, you’ll only be able to burp for the next week," he snickered.

You shook your head violently, more so as a cry for help than an answer to his sadistic question. Heeseung grabbed the second bucket of water, cooing at your misery, "I guess you're choosing to end things on a cliff hanger, for now," Niki smirked, swapping places with Sunghoon so he could restrain your head movements.

That's when the second dry-drowning circuit began, Heeseung pouring the chilly water all over your face. This stream lasted longer than the last one, or maybe it just felt that way because you hadn't had the chance to catch your breath.

The devilish boys would continue to do this for another two hours until Jay came back, occasionally playing with your body in between sessions.

You were soaking wet and your skin seemed blue, considering that you actually passed out a few times from the abuse. Goosebumps stained the surface of your skin as if you they were permanent, feeling as though your life had been completely washed out of you.

Jay didn't bother hanging around at the house before guided you to his car, thanking his friends for “handling you" while he was away.

“So,” Jay began, driving you off to God knows where, “how were they?”

You picked at the skin of your nails, failing to get a hold of your nerves. Your dress was still damp from everything that happened, and your hair was a complete mess. You looked a wreck from the outside, but that hardly compared to the agony you were suffering from on the inside.

“Great,” you replied with a pleasant expression and tone, almost sounding genuine.

"You don't have to lie to me, love. You look dreadful," he admitted, resting a hand on the bumpy skin of your thigh.

"To look on the bright side, I'm sure you learned a very valuable lesson. Hmm?"

"Yes, I did," you replied, your eyes fixed on the dark city skyline ahead of you, lost in your pain.

"Lovely. Now let's get you home and cleaned up. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Ｔｏ ｂｅ ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ.

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[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY DORIAN PAVUS  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

i don't care what they think about me. i care what they think about us.

i like you. more than i should. more than might be wise.

discretion isn't your thing, is it?

all this dancing, politics, and murder makes me a bit homesick.

i suppose it really depends. how bad do you want to be?

living a lie... it festers inside of you, like poison.

i'm a man of many talents. what can i say?

the moment i saw you, i thought "there's a man who knows quality."

if you don't come through this, i swear i'll kill you.

i'm curious where this goes, you and i. we've had fun. perfectly reasonable to leave it here.

here is my proposal: we dispense with the chitchat and move on to something more primal.

i tease you too much, i know.

i'll have to find something we can do that doesn't involve teasing.

time to drink myself into a stupor. it's been that sort of day.

i see you enjoy playing with fire.

i like playing hard to get.

i'm not suggesting we venture into mutual domesticity.

if it's a trap, we escape and kill everyone. you're good at that.

talk to me. let me hear how mystified you are by my anger.

oh, i'm not arguing. just pointing out the ridiculously obvious.

if you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, i may or may not come.

now... what was i talking about? ah, yes. me.

i am apparently an incredible ass at accepting gifts.

i prefer the company of men.

would you prefer me bound and leashed?

sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.

you are the man i love, [name]. nothing will truly keep us apart.

the things you ask are just... very personal.

sometimes... love isn't enough.

there will always be an "us." we'll just be... farther apart, for a time.

i had no idea something like you was possible.

i'm imagining what you would look like in a dress.

i've never seen you smile so much!

i have no idea what you're talking about.

you stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.

you're shaping the world for good or ill. how could i aspire to do any less?

my footsies are freezing, thank you.

don't you ever bathe?

you're not suggesting we're similar.

watch where you're pointing that thing!

i'm not wearing a skirt.

it's significantly more impressive than hitting them with a sharp piece of metal.

i only meant to say i'm very sorry for your loss.

we can continue this dance forever, if you wish.

i'm saying we should be careful what we assume when it comes to such matters.

demons don't appreciate a man with good hair.

what i wouldn't give for some proper wine.

your outfit's entertaining. i'll give you that.

he had to leave early on account of assassination.

it's nice to know you have friends.

i'm here to do what is right.

come on, just answer the question.

they were asking me about you. personal things.

you said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. this is more like knee-high.

so what's your estimation? think we can win?

you can't call me pampered. nobody's peeled a grape for me in weeks.

you startled me. you're always so... nondescript.

you're a special and unique snowflake. live the dream.

i wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song. just once.

you've done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.

i've never seen anyone in this part of the world do it.

i realize there's more to you than that.

have i offended you?

for hating the outdoors, you sure seem to like bad weather.

i can't figure you out, [name].

you don't play their stupid game, they send an assassin or three your way.

i can't believe you're scared of magic.

i'm going to take that as a compliment.

still don't like me, [name]? after all this time?

[name], i owe you an apology.

i suspect people will use any excuse to hate us.

why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.

maybe you're not a complete moron.

i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.

it would take work. and soap. lots and lots of soap.

[elvestoneanzelote1]

Hi again! Glad that you’re back :> I hope you’re doing well and got enough rest after your exams!

I have a request! Where Yan!Fyodor or Yan!Nikolai (you can choose one of them!) first impressions on Venti! Male! Reader, for example, seeing how cheerful and carefree he is and also somewhat unbothered even when he is hurt, but then also seeing a much more serious side of him, seeing how he can be so cold and indifferent to other people, basically making them think if this was even the same person that they grew obsessed with.

(P.S: NO NEED to do this if you’re not interested! ^^)

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘹. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

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𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘷𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘭 𝘹 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳.

I assume it to be the near future or the slight past, perhaps he met you in your past life? Okay?.

It might be two ways for him, Likely in the past you may have encountered him (like a human?) And perhaps ended up enjoying each other company.

Let's just go a little past life encounter (in his view).

He met you in luck more likely lured into your music as you played a lyre, At first he wasn't that interested your encounter with him is instant and the fact you mention about the wind leading your way. He learn a quiet two or three from you about your poems.

Always cheerful. He ended up enjoying your company after all he doesn't know what to do right now due to his immortality ability.

"You often goes around playing lyre whenever possible why?"

"Well seeing people smile and enjoying my music is quiet a sight and I enjoy it"

"Hmm..."

He never admitted your company had been worthwhile, your patience and your words were wise perhaps wiser than his, he never encountered someone like you and perhaps he was glad to be still alive to meet you.

But he forgot one day you will leave him too. Okay in the past he may or may not be different from current but perhaps he never may have met someone this genuine interest of someone.

You were the someone who was always kind and wise... Perhaps that's the reason why.

"Stay awake... Don't close your eyes yet" he stated unsure on what to do but he think was you can't die on him like this.

You let out a chuckle as he told you not to laugh.

"It's fine... For your door, death come to all this is nothing" you stated while bleeding out.

"It is Fyodor how many time I have to say, why must you use this last moment to say my name correctly"

"I suppose, perhaps death is the most tragic end of a character don't you think"

"You are dying here, Not now you still haven't grow old"

"Why you want to see me age? Wouldn't you be aging more then-" you coughed out blood as he frown.

None was at sight who can help you, he felt your hands on him not out of malice but pure reassurance.

His eyes widen as you smile softly at him.

"I hope to see you, In death realm alright" you stated as he frown slightly. With a gentle squeeze in your hand as he was in thought he hear a rustle as he turn around.

"It might be a person, you can still be-" his words halted as he notices your dulled eyes, your breath was gone as your hair tinted green at the end vanishes.

"...you can't just die like this, didn't you say you want to sing all around the world? Hey wake up you can't say your goodbye like this" he stated as his hand on your face. It was cold he knows you are no longer alive.

"Not until you hear my answer... I can't come with you to death realm..."

It may have been a hundred years later perhaps. To this current statement.

His eyes bored into yours who seemed confused.

"So you are telling me to keel an eye on him?" You asked your fellow colleague as the colleague nod.

"Hi there" you approach him while he is on the capsule ball of sort.

"Hello" he stated.

"...If I'm not wrong you are from Russian right?" He just gave a nod as you were unsure on what to say more.

You start to walk away only for his voice to make you stop.

"What's your name?"

"Huh? Me, Well it is Y/n, Y/n Venti"

His eyes widen slightly yet he smile softly perhaps.

"I see, You are not Japanese right?"

"How did you know? Was accent still gibberish?"

He softly chuckles, "Not really you don't look like for a reason"

"Eh...? Where do I look like?"

"Hmm... German?"

"Wow you are quiet Keen mister..." You look complicated on what was his name was as he sigh softly.

"Fyodor Dostoyevsky"

"Ah yes For your door"

"Fyodor"

"It sound the same I don't see a problem"

He sigh again leading you to blink confusedly.

"Your hair"

"My hair? Are you asking what shampoo I use? My I knew you can see my hair look good"

He just stare leading you to awkwardly chuckle.

"The green fades..."

"Hmm? I was born with it, I did not dyed what's with people asking if I dyed my hair at the end."

"I know"

"You know?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Y/n-san you are been called by commander" said a voice downstairs as you look down notice Tecchou.

"Ah! Comming! I am sure he brought dozens of apples for me!" You stated then look at Fyodor.

"Be a good prisoner and we will meet again, For your door!" You stated flying downward to Tecchou.

Ended up talking and leaving.

Fyodor stares at your retreating formed then flip a page of a novel book.

"Perhaps... Reincarnation does happens..."

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You were too alike with your past self's, the habit of eating apples. He is shock you aren't drunk and come here muttering gibberish of sort.

You sometime visit yet quickly left not too long he will say. He was amused you are apart of Hunting dogs. He wonders if you can recall your past life which he states.

"You wounded your hand?"

"Huh? This? It is just a scratch" you stated ignoring the bandage hand.

"I see still unbother by your injuries"

"Huh? You sound as if you know me since childhood of sort"

He remains quiet.

But... The last thing he never thought he will see on your expression beside happy smile of sort was.

Your seriousness and anger perhaps?.

"Are you alright? Teruko-chan?" You stated holding Teruko tightly narrowly escape her fate of death.

"...Why must you come here" Fyodor simply stare as you remain quiet.

"Venti... Commander he isn't right?"

"Shh, I don't know a thing going on here"

"I can literally kill you both here" Fyodor stated slightly annoyed by you hugging Teruko who is crying on your chest.

Your eyes look up at him, he notice the seriousness.

"That's unlikely of you"

"...'

"I thought you never get mad or serious"

"Stop acting like you know me at all, Fyodor Dostoevsky" you stated with a tone fill with annoyance as he tighten his hand on his sword.

"I see... Hate to admit but... I do not want you to die on me again, Y/n not now or ever"

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That took awhile but let's go to Nikolai part.

It will less long I suppose.

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𝘕𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘪:

A simple trick to play with you, Well it may have happen before the whole Ada ordeal occurred and he met you by luck in the isolated place?

Why were you there? Playing lyre where there is no one? In a slum area.

He won't be caught up to you but your tale make him curious.

How did you know about the God of freedom so much?

He thought Fyodor was more likely the knowledgeable but you... You sound as if you know it personally level.

He was a bit confused to know Fyodor interest in you.

One time he try to stop you by injuring you yet when he left more likely hide you said you just got on a silly accident ignoring the fact you were attacked.

He wonders why you often smiles he is curious to know how you will look when crying.

"You know what is freedom too right? Then let just bring him closer to the freedom where human are chained too!" He state slightly annoyed but his joyful smile present as you stood in front protecting Atsushi who seems alarmed.

"Are you going to protect a criminal? Where are the morals of a hunting dog."

"Ada is not a criminal organisation i know it that much" you stated as Nikolai smile widens.

"Wow! Does that mean you know the truth?"

"I surely do"

"..." Atsushi was glad you were on their side as Nikolai dramatically state how you are stopping the will of the freedom.

"Shut up! Freedom is not something related to death at all, freedom is something which is your will. Your choice if the person does not want to die yet you have no right to force someone in the name of nonesense freedom"

That day you were angry. And serious. Very unlikely. He was taken aback.

"Oh... So you do know about freedom huh"

And for the first time even Nikolai eyes and expression change into something... Different.

His eyes bored in yours ad you stare back.

"I will love to hear more from you... Tell me... Can you show me what your freedom truly is... Y/n"

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A:n- that's all take care.

Sorry. If it was kinda don't know... Uhm either way that's all.

[crazerk]

First of all, I LOOVED the demo, living rent-free in my mind rn! I been craving a concubine MC IF for a while. Love the drama. Thank you so much ♡

Also, feel free to ignore if spoilers. You mentioned we can have heirs. Just wanted to know if we would be able to see/raise the children for a good part of the story, or would the optional heirs show up more towards the ending? :)

Hi! I answered this in forum so I’ll just copy and paste. But the TLDR: you will see and can raise (or neglect!) your children and interact with them throughout the story. Some endings are even dependent on the kind of relationship you have with them.

Your heirs if you choose to have them, will be characters in the story, like any other person you encounter.

You can only ever have three children, two boys and a girl. They will all have distinct personalities, your first son will always be outgoing, your second son always be more studious and your daughter will always be loyal to her family, but with a rebellious streak.

Your actions in their childhood can influence them. For example you can play favorites, support one son over the other and cause a dynastic war. Lots of fun side plots and arcs I’m excited to write about.

More details under the cut!

First Son

Looks wise he takes after his father, almost a spitting image of Kaz. He will be a very lively child, spending most of his time outdoors. If there is a thing that can be climbed he’ll climb it. If there is a thing with a sharp edge or a pointy tip, he’ll master it. He has a natural aptitude for all things martial and will be one of the finest warriors in the empire.

He will be popular and charismatic and with many friends and supporters. Everything a good ruler should be on paper. Yet he is eager to please and easily falls under the influence of others. He scoffs at his more serious lessons, only learned how to read because his father forced him too and his tutors find him very lacking in his academics. He has a disturbingly brutal streak as well, and sense of entitlement.

Yet he is the beloved son of the empire. He desperately needs someone to be proud of him at all times and will go out of his way to please you to get that validation. If his lesser virtues are indulged he may become a monster. However with enough persuasion and discipline he’ll grow into a fine man. Right?

Second Son

Almost a complete opposite to his older brother, your second son will take after you more. While he is tall like his dad, he’s painfully slender with elegant, almost delicate features. He will be beautiful, keeping his hair long and his dressing androgynous. When he was a child he caught a chill he never fully seemed to recover from, and is prone to falling sick. He shutters himself indoors, preferring the company of his books to that of anyone else, except maybe you.

There are many cruel whispers about your younger son. (You can decide whether you want to remove tongues and heads over these.) In comparison to his more accomplished older brother, he seems weaker, duller, less of a king, more of a sickly scholar. Your second son doesn’t seem to mind these rumors. He’ll pick afternoon tea with you over practing his swordsmanship or going on hunts. His tutors worship the ground he walks on, calling him the brightest mind they’ve ever seen while his weapons master is less impressed with his performance, claiming he can’t even hold a sword upright.

There are times when he seems content in his place as the younger or the “lesser” brother and that not many expect him to rule over the more impressive, older heir. Yet you can catch a glimpse of ambition in his eyes from time to time. A gleam of ruthless cunning, like a blade hidden behind his haunting beauty and demure countenance. You can of course nurture that gentleness, and remind him that he is strong where his brother is weak. Or you can sharpen that ruthlessness, for who knows when you’ll need a blade?

Only Daughter

Your daughter would be absolutely spoiled from the moment she’s born, and a delight to everyone around her. People will say she’ll be the amongst the greatest beauties the empire has ever produced as she managed to get the best of both you and Kaz. From a young age she’ll be aware of this, and will use it to her advantage.

She’s precarious, exceedingly intelligent and able to pick up on the subtleties of court even as a child. As she grows into a young woman, she can become a powerful player in her own right. Since her father is basically wrapped around her finger, her influence on him is not to be understated. She’d rather watch sword fights than do embroidery and is often sneaking away from the lessons meant to shape her into the perfect, elegant and refined princess to chase more “masculine” pursuits.

Her tutors praise her brilliance but her mistress complain that she’s too hardheaded and petulant to make a good and docile wife and all their lessons are wasted on her. It’s better if she were married off immediately, perhaps having children of her own can temper her wilder impulses. But you know she’ll burn something to the ground if she were forced to do anything of the sort. She can be extremely stubborn, but not cruel or malicious. At least, you don’t think so.

How you treat them will influence their behavior and actions later on in the story! Choosing a favorite, child neglect, or even turning them against each other will all have their consequences!

[degloved]

the main "criticism" (term used loosely) of saw x by and large seems to be not the cruelty of the traps themselves, but the utterly inadequate time given to complete them. cruelty does sort of come with the territory & debating the "right" dose for a saw movie is an exercise in futility, yet the almost laughably and woefully meager three minutes on the clock seem to be something of a hang-up to most people. "how were they meant to beat these traps?" "shouldn't john have given them a chance?" "valentina came so close, she did everything, it's not fair" which, while seemingly reasonable questions, all find their answer in one small fact: john kramer has an insatiable hunger for revenge. this is a character flaw that he himself cannot abide by, that he finds… distasteful. the jigsaw dogma is a metaphorical wool that he pulls over his own eyes, it's a distraction from the truth, it's his copium. the man invented a pseudo-religion to justify his crimes, which is… well, haven't men been inventing religions for this express purpose since the dawn of time? it's only in line with the trend.

point being, his gracious gift of a whole three minutes to saw one's leg off and extract bone marrow, to saw one's skull open and pick out brain matter, to break one's bones while being cooked alive by a radiation machine—it's… for his benefit more than anyone else's. deep down, he's never expected them to beat their tests. he never expects anyone to do so (but if they do, it's whatever at that point—because at the very least they've suffered.) though that's a tough pill to swallow, and he chooses not to. time and time again, he chooses not to. when he sat on that bench in that park, enjoying a lovely day out while fantasizing about a petty thief getting his fingers broken one by one & getting his eyes sucked out, he revealed everything. he revealed how much of a farce rehabilitation is, he revealed how much he'd rather see a person killed horribly than anything else. he revealed that he too likes how brutality feels.

he'd have us think the victims are picked somewhat at random, that he's simply being a good samaritan giving any old lowlife nobody a "new chance at life." he's not! cecil caused the death of gideon. amanda was one of the reasons cecil did what he did (and btw do not for a second think that hoffman was going to tell john something he didn't already know. amanda died for nothing in iii, because why else would have john targeted her in the first place?), easton and his buddies fucked john over insurance-wise, bobby offended john's sensibilities, kerry was too deep in the case, lawrence was a bit of a dick to him at the hospital... so on and forth. every last one of them a target of john's revenge fantasies, even if they did arrive wrapped up in layers of delusion and grandeur.

he still loved amanda though. and make no mistake abt that

[heartsforvin]

LIE

first time writing strictly angst, bear w me 🫡

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; angst, vinnie being a dick, cussing

summary; you and vinnie broke up but you can’t help but still be in love, even though he’s moved on

it’s been three weeks since you and vinnie broke up. the two of you were together for two years, and you knew if you were to breakup it wouldn’t be easy.

it definitely hasn’t. it’s been non-stop crying, feeling guilty, wondering where you went wrong — if you even did do any wrong.

friends have tried to help you with everything they can. getting you out of the house, getting you to dress in something other than sweats, and just ultimately trying to make you a bit happier.

it didn’t work. especially when you opened instagram and saw that vinnie had posted a picture of him and a girl stargazing.

sighing, you close the app and sink into your bed, pulling the covers up to hide in your bed.

how could he? it’s only been three weeks, how could he have moved on so fast? was it all a lie? did he ever love me?

all those thoughts came crashing down one by one, making you start to wonder if this was your fault.

it wasn’t. vinnie was the one that ended things and made it a bigger issue than it needed to be.

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“y/n, baby-no..” you cut vinnie off mid sentence at the now old pet name he used on you. “you don’t get to call me that, vinnie, not when you’re currently breaking my heart.”

the boy sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair then down his face. he gave you a blank stare, basically staring daggers into your eyes.

“can i please just explain?” he asks sincerely, wanting you to hear him out.

you thought for a moment, wondering if you should give him a chance to explain why he’s been so distant, or just up and leave.

you sit on his bed as he stands at the end of it, arms crossed while he faces you.

it’s quiet, too quiet. “speak, vinnie,” you tell the boy in front of you. “you wanted to talk, so do it.” you finish as you cross your arms.

vinnie sighs again, walking in a circle, pacing, before finally speaking up. “i just think this is all becoming too much,” he tries to explain but you cut him off.

“-too much? what do you mean by too much?”you ask him.

although he is currently breaking your heart bit by bit, you can’t help but feel a rush of sadness run through you.

you and vinnie have been together for two years, and up until now, it’s been the best two years of your life.

you’ve grown with him relationship wise and just as separate people. you never thought in the two years with each other that you’d be here — in vinnie’s room while he explains to you why he thinks a breakup is the best thing for you guys.

you want to tell him that the two of you can work it out, just like you do with every argument, but in the back of your mind you feel like working this type of argument out won’t help.

“well, you know my career is taking off, and it’s getting a bit overwhelming to juggle that and this relationship.” he explains to you.

you could cry right then and there. not being able to process his words in that moment.

“so what you’re saying is you’re picking between loving me and your career?” you ask him in disbelief, you couldn’t believe he was even thinking of choosing between the two.

vinnie doesn’t respond but instead bites his lip out of nervous habit and turns around to face the door to the bathroom.

you wait for him to turn around so he can answer you, but after two minutes he doesn’t.

“vinnie, answer me.” you tell him sternly, starting to get irritated that he’s not answering you.

your gut feeling is telling you he already made his mind up and career is the answer. you take a deep breath, trying to not let your emotions get to you.

turning around, vinnie has guilt written all over him and it’s obviously evident. he crouches down so he’s eye level with you, placing his hands on your knees.

you so badly want to move his hands, to tell him you don’t want him touching you, but right now that’s all you want.

you’re anger levels are high, though. in about thirty seconds or less you’re about to yell at him, call him names and tell him he’s making a huge mistake.

“i love you—well clearly you don’t!” you push his hands off you and stand up, making him fall since he was right in front of you. “vinnie if you loved me, you would not be choosing your fucking job over me.”

the blonde can tell you’re very vividly upset, he stands up on his feet and tries to grab your shoulders to stop you from pacing, but you shrug him off.

“d-don’t touch me.” you stutter as tears start to well in your eyes. “y/n, please.”

you sigh and wipe the tears that left your eyes. “what?” you question, just wanting to leave his house at this point.

“it’s not that i don’t love you, i do. i love you so fucking much that it physically hurts me to have to decide between you and my job.” vinnie explains.

you cross your arms as you wait for him to finish his explanation. “you need to understand that my career is growing, i have so many new opportunities i have and i can’t have you slowing me down.”

scoffing, you stand up and grab your things. “slowing you down, how the fuck am i slowing you down?” you question.

vinnie let’s out a deep breath, realizing he worded that all wrong. “well, i mean you are in a way, but that was worded totally wrong.”

“you’re fuckin’ unbelievable, vinnie. absolutely unbelievable.” you say as you open his bedroom door, but the boy stops you.

he grabs your wrist but not tight enough to hurt you. he may be mad at you but he would never let his anger get to a point where he lays a hand on you.

he’s pulls you over to sit at his gaming chair, you sigh heavily but accept. “you’re not letting me go out and do said opportunities,” vinnie starts. “when i need to leave for a few weeks, you whine and complain that i need to be here with you and all this other shit.”

with a subtle laugh, you give the boy in front of you a sarcastic smile. “well fuckin’ sue me for thinking you travel and go out too much!” you exclaim, throwing your arms in the air.

he gives the same expressions back. “it’s part of the fucking job!” he shouts, pacing the room. “i’m sorry you’re just too clingy for me.” he states.

standing up, you grab your things once again and walk back to the door. “i wouldn’t be so clingy if you spent a little time with me. all it is for you is work, work, work. you barely even sleep, vinnie.”

he can’t argue with that, he does barely sleep. even if he didn’t work as nearly as hard as he is now, he’d still get little to no sleep.

“i do spend time with you. when i’m home, when i make time to facetime you when i’m out of town. you’re just trying to start shit.”

you’re done with this conversation. opening the bedroom door, you step out into the hall and turn to face vinnie one last time.

“when you wanna man up and own up to your actions, give me a call. until then, don’t bother contacting me.” you explain, not even giving him a moment to respond before walking away.

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after that day, you were physically and mentally exhausted. you couldn’t believe your ex-boyfriend talked to you the way he did and reacted the way he did.

now that it’s been almost a month since the breakup, the feeling of him has left. although, you can’t help but want to text him, to ask him how he’s doing. you know it’s an awful idea.

the hateful feeling is still deeply in you, however. which makes you want to yell at him, to tell him how broken he’s left you.

fuck it. you thought.

picking up your phone, you mentally curse yourself for never deleting his contact.

to: vinnie

saw your instagram post

hope you and your new bitch are happy together ❤️

the text was definitely petty, and you did not have one ounce of regret.

that was, until he answered.

from: vinnie

y/n?

you shouldn’t be texting me

don’t text me

don’t ruin another good thing for me

you already fucked up enough good things for me. i’m happy now, finally. i don’t need you to fuck this up either.

you were full on angry after he sent those texts. clicking on the call button, you put your phone on speaker and wait for him to answer.

if he ever will.

about four rings later vinnie picked up the phone. “why are you calling me?” he asks.

taking a deep breath, you try to hold back how you’re currently feeling. “i honestly don’t know. i’m not sure why i texted you, either. i think i’m just upset, really, really, really fucking upset.”

tears start to well in your eyes, and you can see and feel vinnie roll his eyes through the phone.

“upset that i’m happy? that i found someone who can accept my profession? you’re the unbelievable one now, y/n.” vinnie spats, making you almost sob into the phone.

you really didn’t want to start anything, and honestly, didn’t really want to call him. something in your gut told you too, though.

“i’m not upset you’re happy, vinnie,” you start, wiping your tear stained cheeks. “i’m upset because i fucking miss you. you completely shattered my heart, yet i still love you and miss you as if you’re mine.”

he rolls his eyes again, or so you think. “well, don’t. i don’t love you or miss you, so you shouldn’t do the same.” he tells you.

a sob erupts from you, making the man on the other line chuckle. “you’re fucking crying?” he questions.

“yes, i’m fucking crying!” you shout into the phone. “we loved each other for two years, and then suddenly one day you break my heart. here you are not even a month later, posting pictures of you and some girl all cute together.” you tell him, making him scoff.

“just know the matching tattoos last for life,” you tell vinnie after a beat of silence. “tell her you love her, just as long as it’s a lie.”

vinnie chuckles, not believing you’re saying this. telling him to lie to his girlfriend about loving her.

“you’re crazy, i’m not gonna lie to my girlfriend about loving her. and the matching tattoo thing, i got mine covered up.” he informs.

of course he would. you thought to yourself.

“promise you’ll lie.” you tell him, vinnie just shakes his head.

with a loud huff, vinnie runs a hand through his hair. “i’m not lying. i might’ve to you, but not to her.”

you gave up, hanging up the phone instead of saying a proper goodbye. you could partly understand why he got rid of the tattoo, even if it hurt you a bit inside.

you finally delete vinnie’s contact after still having it in your phone after weeks since the breakup.

getting out of bed, you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing something to eat and heading back to your room.

you knew it’d definitely be a few more weeks or even months until you felt better.

hiii i hope you guys enjoyed ! currently obsessed w the song ‘lie’ by nessa barrett so here we are (: i’m sure it’s not the exact meaning but yk , i love how this turned out !!

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[flowerandblood]

The Impossible Choice (50)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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After speaking with Royce, she felt much better. They hugged for the first time since their father's death and cried in each other's arms, sharing their pain at last. She felt relieved that Royce had opened up to her and not pushed her away despite his suffering, believing, as he always did, in her sincere and good intentions.

Her brother had revealed to her in shame that Lord Greyjoy and his granddaughter were to arrive in King's Landing for Prince Daeron's funeral, which was to take place the following day.

Royce was apprehensive and embarrassed; he had experience with women, but only purely physical, and walks in the gardens were not in his nature.

He feared that the woman from the Iron Islands would be coarse and insolent in her behaviour, humiliating him at every turn.

She was surprised to realise that her brother was asking her for advice in some ambiguous way, embarrassed, not knowing how he should behave. She thought long on her answer, not wanting to say anything hastily.

She thought about how she had felt when she had arrived at the Red Keep.

Like an object.

Sold to her future husband, who had the right to show his displeasure if she did not meet his expectations, having the right to possess her body even if she did not want it.

She realised reflecting on how lucky she was that her husband had such a weakness for her from the beginning.

She knew that if Ellyn had been in her place, she would not have been able to stand it all and would have fallen into despair.

She swallowed loudly at the thought.

"Put yourself in her place. A free woman comes to King's Landing to be enslaved and to meet her future master. She can take three tactics: either to try to please you, to distance herself from you, or to show you outright that she despises you and will never break. I distanced myself from my husband, wanting to show him that he doesn't have power over me and that I don't need his affection." She said thoughtfully. Royce looked at her with his lips clenched, embarrassed.

They had never discussed it.

"First of all, show her respect. Don't pay compliments or insult her with displeased looks or grimaces. Show her that you are a man of honour, strong and determined, but respectful of her boundaries. Show her that if she needs distance at first, sure as you are, you are able to offer it. Show her that you are not desperate to get her affection, but at the same time that if she desires to get close to you, you will give her a chance." She finally finished her statement by looking at him. He sighed heavily, as if relieved, and massaged his forehead.

"Yes, you're right. I shouldn't be desperate. Gods, let her be at least a little pleasing to my eye." He muttered under his breath and sat back on his bureau, sighing.

Royce reached out to her and she gave him her hand, his lips pressed against her skin in an act of respect and brotherly love.

"My wise little sister." He said with pride and pain at the same time.

She left his chamber filled with hope for the first time in days – she felt that she had won both him and her husband back, and she needed nothing else for happiness.

She looked down at her already slightly rounded abdomen and stroked it, heading for her and her husband's rooms.

She stepped inside and immediately saw how sullen and tense he was – his healthy eye was fixed on her as if to ask what she had been doing with her brother for so long.

She tried not to show any amusement on her face at the thought that after a year of marriage, her husband was still jealous of Royce.

She recognised that she wanted to reward him for his trust, for trying hard to tame his possessive side for her.

"– do you wish to take a bath, husband? –" She asked quietly, and his gaze momentarily softened.

This was their intimate time of greatest closeness, a moment just for them, where her attention was devoted to him alone.

He hummed under his breath and nodded almost invisibly. She summoned the servants and instructed them to fetch and fill the tub with hot water.

Her treatments worked – she saw him momentarily relax, his face expressing peace and relief as she pulled his eye patch from his head. She took her time washing his hair, rubbing it with oils, her hands roaming his cheeks once in a while.

She smiled under her breath, feeling him flinch slightly as she did so, pleasant shivers passing through him from her gentle touch.

"How is your brother feeling?" He asked suddenly and she looked at him surprised, not expecting him to want to broach the subject.

She figured she would simply answer truthfully, not wanting to give him the feeling that her attention was once again turning away from him.

She rinsed his hair with water one last time and went around the tub, sitting down next to him on the wooden stool, dipping her hand into the already not-so-hot water along with the cloth.

"He’s trying to manage, but the new responsibilities are overwhelming him. He’s afraid of marriage and he’s afraid he won’t make it as a commander. As a Lord." She said, wiping his arm slowly. She saw that his eye opened, he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.

"He's been preparing for this all his life." He said indifferently, however, there was no mockery or accusation in his voice.

She looked at him, wondering if he was trying to comfort her in this uncharacteristic way.

She knew that getting the words out of him was difficult and time-consuming.

She swallowed quietly, thinking about what he had said.

"You weren't afraid before we got married? After your father died?" She asked uncertainly, dipping her hand in the water again, and he pressed his lips together.

There was silence between them for a moment, and she was frightened that she had somehow offended or frustrated him. She wanted to add something already, but he preceded her and answered her first.

"My real father died in Eyrie."

She lifted her gaze to him, stopping in mid-motion, unsure if she had heard correctly.

She analysed the sentence he had said in her head, but couldn't make out its meaning, her heart pounding like mad.

Seeing her disbelief and confusion, he pressed his lips together in embarrassment, looking away. She heard him swallow loudly.

"I told him, then, when I threatened him, that even though my mother treats you as if you were her daughter, he doesn’t treat me like his son." He said carefully, his voice trembling slightly at the very end of the sentence.

She felt a strong sting in her heart because she had never thought he was thinking of it that way.

She was convinced that he and her father resented each other and tolerated themselves only for her sake.

It would never have crossed her mind that her husband could desire his favours, not after what he had said to him in Storm's End.

"− Aemond −" It came out of her mouth like a plea for him to stop, she felt tears welling up in her eyes again, her stomach clenched tight in pain.

She wasn't sure she could think about it now, after what had happened, now that her father was no longer with them.

Her husband, however, looked shaken, running his hand over his chin as he stared ahead with his eye wide open.

"− ever since that night when he saved me, I have imagined what would have happened if my father had sent me as he sent Daeron, only not to Old Town, but to Storm’s End − if, after I had lost my eye, he had stated that I needed, as a future Lord Commander of my brother’s army, to learn the art of war, so that I could watch from the sidelines how the best army in Westeros, the Baratheon army, functioned −" He muttered in one breath, as if the words were pouring out of him in a torrent, making her gasp completely for a moment.

She stared at him with her lips parted, her hands on the edge of the tub involuntarily clenched into fists from stress and pain.

She couldn't believe what he was saying, his words simultaneously rejoicing and hurting her.

"− If Borros had shared with me everything he himself knew, if I could have trained with Royce, if I could… −" He said and didn't finish, glancing at her again, as if only now remembering that she was really beside him. His gaze frightened her.

Broken, infinitely sad, deep.

"−… get to know you sooner − maybe then… −" He muttered, his voice breaking so hopelessly that she felt like she was about to burst into tears.

"−…maybe then I would have been a different person −" He mumbled, burying his face in his hand.

The way he said those words and their meaning was so striking to her that for a moment she was at a loss for words.

Her hand, by natural reflex, touched his shoulder, his face, his cheek, stroking him, wanting to reassure him, soothe him, not expecting completely that he felt anything towards her father, that he felt something when he saw him die.

This realisation came upon her suddenly and crushed her, his words and self-awareness startling her so much that she struggled to get any words out.

"− my beloved − I wish so much that this was true − I wish so much that I had met you sooner −" She whispered, letting her tears flow.

She wished that his dream could come true, that he could fly to Storm's End when she was a child, that he could experience the comfort and affection of her father and brother, that he could truly be part of their family.

She thought it was a beautiful vision and that surely she would have fallen in love with him much earlier, that everything would have been different.

Their first kiss, their wedding night, their whole life.

She squealed loudly when he suddenly got up from the water, grabbing her in his arms, getting out of the tub and heading towards the bed with her.

They were both breathing heavily, hugging each other tightly even though his body had soaked the entire front of her gown. He laid her down on the bed, kneeling over her and began to undress her, looking at her with a gaze she had never seen from him before.

He was vulnerable.

"− I would have taken you for myself sooner − I would have kissed you in the cold corridors of your father’s fortress −" He breathed out pulling her top gown off her. She felt a squeeze between her thighs at his words and immense embarrassment, having the feeling that her cheeks had ignited with scarlet as she slipped her bottom skirt off.

She imagined them kissing somewhere in a dark alley of the fortress in Storm's End and felt her moisture run down her buttocks onto the sheets beneath her.

She squealed quietly as her husband suddenly pressed his lips to hers in a hot, possessive, desperate kiss, as if he himself was his thoughts in his imaginings.

He didn't even wait a moment, aroused as she was, her body trembled all over as she felt the his fat erection push hungrily against her pulsing, swollen entrance. He opened her wide on his cock with ease and she arched her back, a quiet mewl escaping her lips.

"− would you visit me in my chamber? − in my bed? −" He hummed into her mouth, sucking and licking her puffy, fleshy lips. She felt his question between in her thighs, her walls clenched tight against him as he rooted into her like mad.

He groaned feeling it, his hips sped up, fucking her quickly and chaotically with a loud slapping of flesh against flesh, bringing out her perverted, pathetic sounds.

"− yes, gods, you know I would −" She mewled embarrassed by her words, by the fact that she knew it was true, responding greedily to each thrust of his hips.

She was imagining that she had in fact come to him to take her, to give her pleasure, in secret from her father and siblings.

She was humiliatingly close to fulfilment.

"− I would be your prince − brother − lover − fuck! −" He hissed, and she felt downright spasms of pleasure run through her body at what he was saying.

If someone else had said similar things to her she would have felt embarrassed, but now, with him, she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her harder and faster, his erection throbbing and swollen like never before, marvellously stretching her walls.

"− A-Aemond − oh gods −" She mumbled out with difficulty, feeling him speed up his pace, slamming into her brutally and loudly, his hand clenched on her leg not allowing her to escape, rolling of his hips rubbed a wonderful spot inside her, making her head spin.

"− fuck, fuck, fuck −" He exhaled loudly, biting his lower lip as if what he was saying was his innermost desire, his darkest secret.

This realisation made her clench her eyelids shut and tilt her head back with a sigh, her insides began to clamp down on him frantically in an orgasm that coursed through her body like a storm, the moans and sobs that erupted from her throat were so loud that a part of her subconscious felt ashamed.

She was unable to focus on it, her misty eyes looked up at the face of her husband, who was looking down at her with parted lips, clearly having the same vision as her. She heard his throaty moan, his eyebrows arched as if in pain, and then she felt him come inside her, his hot spend filling her insides.

"− my sweetest − shhh −" He whispered tenderly trying to soothe her, she struggled to catch her breath, her body suddenly soft and light, numb.

"− Aemond −"

Prince Daeron's funeral was one of the most sorrowful events she had attended since her own mother's funeral. At the time, however, she had understood little of what was happening; now that realisation made her perceive it even worse. She felt sorry for her husband's family, she even felt sorry for Aegon seeing that he was unable to burn his younger brother's body.

However, in the end, he did.

She was surprised at how he addressed Helaena and how she addressed him.

It seemed to her that their relationship had warmed and she wondered if her husband shared this view.

Aegon had ordered a small feast for his family and guests who had chosen to honour his brother's death. As soon as they entered the great hall, however, her gaze was not focused on what was happening at their table, but on finding Royce.

She spotted him suddenly, seated next to some woman she was seeing for the first time − her black gown was simple and elegant, her hair tied back in a simple bun, both of them drinking wine, looking ahead, but their lips were moving.

They were conversing.

She thought the woman's face was pleasant and similar to their mother's, her hair and eyes dark, her body was shapely and pleasant. She may not have been petite, however her figure was very feminine.

She wondered hopefully if Royce would like her, if they would find common ground, however, it seemed that so far neither of them looked upset or angry.

She shuddered as the door suddenly opened, one of the guards stepping inside and announcing that one of her sisters had just arrived at the Red Keep. She smiled broadly and corrected herself in her seat, confident that as the eldest daughter it was Cassandra who had taken on the role.

She felt a cold sweat on her neck and a powerful tightening in her stomach when she saw Floris, smiling under her breath, walking proudly down the stairs in a beautiful emerald gown with buff, slit sleeves, the neckline of her gown under her breasts covered by her undershirt, her hair combed into an intricate braid.

She dressed just like her.

She knew that this cut of dress had been worn by their mother and that each of their sisters had the right to wear it, that any woman could comb her hair in a similar way, however, she was unable to stop the pain of humiliation that spread through her body.

She glanced frightened at her husband, his hand soothingly stroking her lower abdomen, as if he knew what she was thinking, knew what she was feeling.

Was this how her husband felt when he looked at Luke?

Was this what he felt when he thought of him?

The perpetually crushing, overpowering humiliation?

She watched helplessly as her sister, dressed shamelessly in the Hightower colours now, that everyone was dressed in black, wrapped Aegon around her finger, insulting her husband in the process.

She watched as Aegon easily caught on to her tricks, watching her with eyes full of satisfaction.

She knew what he was thinking.

She was similar enough to her to satisfy him.

She cast an anxious glance at Royce and saw that he was looking at her too.

They were both thinking the same thing.

She tried to eat something, but was unable to, feeling her heart pounding hard as she heard Floris speaking with Aegon on the side, pretending to settle with him how and when their father's body would be transported to Storm's End.

"…of course I understand the rush, however, I want to pay your heroic father respect and a burial worthy of a King. I want to organise an entire retinue for him to escort him with you to Storm's End, my Lady." He said softly and she rolled her eyes, feeling sick, frustration and tension filling her body.

She was furious.

"You are too kind, my King." Floris whispered in such a way that she clenched her eyes shut.

She knew what she was doing, she knew what she wanted.

Floris wanted to land in the King's bed, and she didn't even realise how straight the road to it led.

She probably considered it her great success and achievement without even realising how many whores and servants Aegon had fucked so far, and his interest in her was because she was similar to the woman he had fallen in love with.

"Are you feeling well?" She heard her husband's low voice beside her and looked up at him, realising that for a moment she had completely forgotten about him. His gaze expressed something she had never seen before.

Concern.

"No. This is some sort of nightmare." She mumbled hiding her face in her hands, shaking her head.

She saw the way Alicent looked at her sister, she knew what she was thinking about, and she was right.

They were at the young prince's funeral feast, having to pay their respects to him, and she was just seducing the King, much to his delight. She looked at Helaena and saw that she was staring blankly ahead, pretending not to see or hear anything.

She felt as if she was now feral and over-stimulated, unable to focus on anything, her husband's hand again soothingly stroked her womb.

"Let's go to our chamber. You shouldn't upset yourself in your condition." He said remarkably softly for his usual way of speaking, having never seen her in such a state before.

She sighed heavily and nodded, then they both stood up, heading for the side entrance. Her husband let her go ahead, putting his hand on her back for a moment as if to let her know that he was there for her, that he understood what she was feeling.

"Brother, sister, are you leaving us already?" She heard Aegon's soft, surprisingly pleased voice.

Her husband pressed his lips together at his words.

"My wife, who is expecting my child, felt worse. She needs to rest." He said with emphasis on the fact that she was expecting his offspring, and she immediately understood why he had done so.

Floris swallowed hard, looking down at her womb, only now noticing that indeed her abdomen was slightly rounded. She placed her hand there with contentment and smiled, feeling a pleasant wave of satisfaction.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me, sister?" She cooed, repeating words her husband had said to his brother.

She saw Aegon look at her shocked, his cheeks flushed red. Floris swallowed loudly, the realisation of humiliation spreading across her face − she could almost sense how her husband's dangerous, menacing, wide grin stretched across his face at her question.

"Congratulations, dear sister. May the labour be easy." She said quietly, looking somewhere to the side on the floor, nodding.

She approached her elder sister slowly, placing her hand on her shoulder as if in a gesture of tenderness and closeness, her smile not leaving her face.

"I am sure that you too will soon live to see your child, sweet sister. From the righteous bed, I reckon." She said so softly and warmly that Floris smiled, only after a moment understanding what her sister had actually said, the corners of her mouth slowly dropping in disbelief.

She heard behind her as her husband involuntarily snorted with laughter at her words, clearly delighted with his wife's behaviour and what he had taught her.

She threw a smile to Aegon, who swallowed loudly, clearly horrified at how easily she had guessed his thoughts, and turned, heading lightly towards the entrance, her husband walking a few paces behind her. She threw him a warm, happy look, amusement and pride on his face.

"My wife can breathe fire." He muttered lowly, his eye glowing dangerously in the torchlight in the corridor around them as they walked. She looked ahead with a content smile.

"Fire and Blood."

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[slut4corbin]

Double The Fun

Note : *Dirty thoughts about Baron and Damian have been in my mind recently, so here's this!*

Summary : The reader is given an option to either have sex with Baron or Damian but she can't decide so she just has sex with both of them

Warning (s) : Smut and profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 1,345

Translations : Adios ( Goodbye ), Qué pasó entre ustedes tres ( What happened between you three ), Ay dios mío (Oh my god ), Senorita ( Miss ), Esta es mi casa ( This is my house ), Sì ( Yes ), Ven aquí ( Come here )

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I was in my locker room, laying on the couch scrolling through Tik Tok. "Ha, that's funny," I said to myself as I watched the video. After a few minutes of scrolling through Tik Tok, I heard the door open, which caused me to look up from my phone, and when I did, I seen Damian Priest and Baron Corbin standing in the door way. "Oh, uh hi, what are you guys doing here?" I asked, sounding quite confused.

"We need to talk to you Y/N." Damian spoke first. "Oh, why?" I asked once again. "You have a choice either fuck me or Damian you have till the end of the night to choose so choose wisely." Baron chimed in. "W- what you guys can't make me choose." I replied, stuttering. "Yes, we can." Damian said before taking a step back. "Adios Y/N," He said again, and with that him and Baron walked away from the door and down the hall, leaving me speechless. "What the fuck." I said to myself before getting up and walking over to the door and quickly closing it. "Can't believe they're making me choose." I said to myself once again as I leaned my head against the door, trying to take in what they had said.

After a few minutes of silence, my phone started to ring, which caused me to lean up off the door and walk over to the couch and grab my phone. Once I grabbed my phone, I quickly looked at it and noticed that my best friend Rhea Ripley had texted me, "Qué pasó entre ustedes tres?" I said to myself as I read the text. After a few minutes of trying to think of a good response, I gave up and just called her. "Hey girl!" Rhea said. "Hi." I replied with a sad tone in my voice. "So Y/N tell me what happened." She responded, which caused me to sigh before saying "Well Damian and Baron want me to decide who I want to fuck by tonight." "Ay dios mío" Rhea replied with a bit of shock but anger in her voice.

"I got to go. I have to get ready for my match." I said, and with that, I hung up the phone, grabbed my gear, and headed towards the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom, I quickly took off my clothes and quickly put my ring gear on. "Looks fine." I said to myself before picking up my discarded clothes and heading back to the couch. Once I was at the couch, I laid my clothes down and headed towards the gorilla. After a few minutes of walking, I finally made it to the gorilla but was instantly stopped by Damian and Baron. "What the fuck do you guys want now?" I asked quite annoyed. "Woah senorita, what's with all the attitude?" Damian asked, standing over me.

"I'm about to have my match, so will you two get out of my way." I replied. "Alright, but when you get back, you tell us your answer." Baron said, and with that, I shoved past them and opened the door, making my over to the curtain. "Y/N, you're on in 1 minute." One of the backstage workers said as they walked past me."Okay." I replied. Once I made it the curtain, my entrance music came on, so I quickly walked out into the arena, and with that, I skipped down to the ring and jumped up on the apron quickly got in the ring and waited as Carmella made her way to the ring. After a few minutes of waiting for her to get done with her entrance, she was finally ready, so the bell rang, and I quickly attacked her, throwing punches left and right.

"ESTA ES MI CASA." I screamed in her face, which caused her to gain enough strength and push me off of her, causing me to get angry and attack her once again. After a few minutes of basically beating the shit out of her, I got dragged away from her by a bunch of security guards. "Y/N, calm down and go to the back." One of the guards said as he tried to hold me back. "NOW." He shouted, which caused me to back up and quickly getting out of the ring and walk up the ramp towards the gorilla. After a minute of walking, I finally made it to the gorilla. I quickly walked through the curtain, but once I did, I ran into Damian and Baron once again. "So Y/N have you thought about your answer?" Baron asked, crossing his arms. "Ugh, follow me." I replied, grabbing their hands and dragging them to the door. "What is your answer?" Damian asked.

"I haven't decided because I still want to fuck both of you." I replied with a smile. "But I want it to be a threesome." I continued, which caused their mouths to drop. "You want us to fuck you at the same time?" Damian asked clearly still shocked. "Sì now let's go." I replied, grabbing their hands and dragging them to my locker room. After a few minutes of fast walking, we finally made it to my locker room, so I quickly let go of their hands and opened the door, walked over to the couch, and slowly took my clothes which obviously caused them to shut the door and walk over to me. Once my clothes were off, I quickly helped Baron take off his pants while Damian took his off. "Fuck you guys are big." I said as I got down on my knees and put my mouth around Baron's dick and my hand around Damian's and got to work. After a few minutes of constant moaning coming from both of them they finally came. "Lay down on the couch, Baron." I said whiping the cum from my lips and tasting it.

Once Baron was on the couch, I stepped back and got on top of him and slowly putting his dick in my ass. "Ven aquí Damian." I said, motioning him to come towards me. "Fuck my pussy." I said with a smirk and with that he got on the couch and placed himself at my entrance amd slowly slid into me filling me up just as much as Baron did. "Go." I said, giving them the cue to start moving so they did, which quickly made me throw my head and let out a loud moan. "That feel good? Do we fuck you good Y/N?" Damian asked focusing on his pace. "Obviously, we do she's already moaning, is that right, Y/N?" Baron asked as he picked up his pace. "Holy fuck yes." I moaned out in response to both of their questions. After a few minutes of fucking I felt my climax rising so I moaned. "I'm going to cum." I said through the moans.

"Do it." They both replied as they quickened their pace, and with that, I couldn't take it anymore, so I came. "Damn, that was hot." Damian said as he pulled out of me and got off the couch. "Definitely was maybe we should do this more often." Baron said as he lifted me up off of him and got off the couch as well. "We can do it next week." I replied before getting up and grabbing my clothes and putting them back on, then quickly helping Baron and Damian with their pants. Once they were dressed again, I gave them both a hug and a kiss. And with that, they walked out of my locker room, knowing they made my night a lot better than usual.

[yuwuta]

♡ LET’S PLAY SWEETHEARTS ♡

HOW TO PLAY! There are five contestants, each starring in their own fic. Based on their answers to the questions below, you get to decide who you’d like to go on a Valentine’s Day date with.

For your consideration, here are all the AUs in this event, in no particular order (and who’s to say each fic can only have one?) : ceo au, prince au, canon-adjacent, friends to lovers, breakup and makeup, parent au, and yandere themes. Choose wisely!

Q: How would you describe your ideal fic ending? 

Contestant #1: Hmm… I’d like to get married! I think it would be well deserved after everything! Contestant #2: Happy endings are always satisfying, so whatever is happiest.  Contestant #3: In just this one? Well, then, I want a girlfriend! And for everyone else to be happy, too! Contestant #4: I would hope everybody I care about is happy… but, if some people didn’t make it, that would be okay, too…  Contestant #5: Being happy and healthy is enough for me. But not everybody needs or deserves a happy ending, so whatever suits the story the best.

Q: What color(s) would you say best fits the vibe/aura of your fic?

Contestant #1: Oh, good question! Let’s see... lots of gold and silver and shiny colors. Purple, too. A little bit of red, and a lot of blue. That makes purple, right? Contestant #2: Black and white. Contestant #3: Lot’s of blue! And orange, and red, too. Contestant #4: Red and pink. Maybe some blue, too. There’s a bit of red on the banner of my fic, that’s okay to say, right? Contestant #5: Blue.

Q: Are any of the other contestants in your fic? If so, do you like their role? 

Contestant #1: A couple of them… some I like… some not so much. Honestly, I think some of their parts need to be smaller… this is my fic, after all. Contestant #5 gets a lot of love in my fic and he could back off a bit, this is supposed to be about me! Contestant #2: Almost all of them play a role. I don’t mind, I think they all serve a purpose in telling the story.    Contestant #3: Yes! Everyone, I think, and I like them all!  Contestant #4: I think it’s hard to write a story with just one character, so other contestants show up, and I don’t mind... most of the time... it’s nice to have friends, but sometimes I end up a little jealous.  Contestant #5: Yes. It’s annoying. 

Q: If you could change one thing about your story, what would it be?

Contestant #1: Nothing! Except, I would take away some people who suck… but if they end up making me look better, than that’s also a good thing. So, instead, I’ll pick that I want it to go faster! I want my date and I want it now! Contestant #2: It’s not fun going though any sort of relationship rough patch, but I still wouldn’t change it—it’s all necessary for growth.   Contestant #3: I want the relationship from the start! I think that’s a cliche answer, but waiting is hard. Sometimes my friends tell me I���m impatient… Contestant #4: I wish I would have more courage from the start, it would have prevented a lot of my own self-sabotaging… but it all works out, so maybe no changes? I believe in fate, so I wouldn’t want to risk the future by changing the past! Contestant #5: I don’t think changing would help. It works out in the end, so why make a change?… or well, I’ve been told it works out in the end. 

Q: On a scale of 1 to 5, how unsafe for work is your fic?

Contestant #1: Oooooooh naughty question! I’ll say 3… except for those few scenes which are definitely a 5 or a 6!  Contestant #2: Two and a half. Maybe three.  Contestant #3: Wait… is it rated like movies? Because those get different ratings for cursing and sex… huh… okay, I think four-ish is a safe answer! Or… unsafe heh Contestant #4: Is it okay to answer this kind of thing…? Some things happen, but I would hope not everybody can see that. Contestant #5: Don’t ask such things so openly.

Q: Which of the other Contestants do you think would do be a good fit for your fic if not yourself?

Contestant #1: Nobody... this one is supposed to be mine. And too many of them are already in it anyway! Haven’t they had enough? Contestant #2: Contestant #5 might suit the storyline well, but I also believe that Contestant #3 would do well in the sense of resolving issues in this fic. Contestant #3: Hm, maybe Contestant #1? Is it selfish to say I think a good job, though? Contestant #4: I think I’m okay... I wouldn’t pick anyone else to take my place. Contestant #5: Contestant #4 has a similar background, so he could handle the role well.

Q: Is it wrong to try and steal somebody else’s s/o, or would you do it for the sake of love?

Contestant #1: I don’t think very many people have a good chance at taking my s/o from me, so I don’t worry about that. In terms of doing it to someone else, I always say, all’s fair in love and war! Contestant #2: Right and wrong are never so simply defined, and love in and of itself is a complex emotion. As long as you act in a way that feels true to the way you want to love and be loved, I think that’s the best you can do. Contestant #3: I’d be bummed if that happened to me, but it’s never happened to me. Would I do it to someone else... well, I’ve heard all’s fair in love and war before... but also that communication is key! So, I’d try both, and whatever works, works! Contestant #4: I think... if two people are truly in love, there isn’t anything or anyone that can take them away from each other. True love can’t be beaten, so if their love can be broken by me, then it only serves as proof that my love is stronger, no? Ah, in any case, I don’t think there are many things that I wouldn’t do for love... Contestant #5: To love and be loved are different. I don’t need to be with somebody to know I love them, but if I have a chance at also being loved by them then... that’s better than not trying at all.

Q: What makes your fic better than the other Contestants’?

Contestant #1: Me! Also the AU is cool, who doesn’t love to be in charge! Contestant #2: I don’t know that one is better than the other. The setting of my story is generic, but the conflict makes it interesting, so I would say that stands out.  Contestant #3: I think mine is really cute, and it’s the most fun. Who doesn’t want to have fun?! Contestant #4: Better? Isn’t that a little harsh… Mine mentions Valentine’s Day, regardless, so I hope that makes people more interested. It’s my favorite holiday, so that’s to my advantage, I think? Contestant #5: I don’t think anyone else’s is worse. I like mine, but that doesn’t make the others worse. Eventually, everyone will get a chance to see the other fics, too, and hopefully support them the same. 

Now it’s time to pick your date! Based on the answers, go here to vote for the contestant who you’d like to see star in a fic with you next. The contestant with the most votes will be revealed as the winner, and will get their fic featured for Valentine’s Day!

In the meantime, you can also send an ask to make your best guesses about who you think each contest is (and what their fic might be), or ask them more questions. Happy voting!

[haziwritesstuff]

Folie à deux, part 2 - Ghostface! dark! Aemond Targaryen x Ghostface! dark! Aegon Targaryen x reader

You lived your best life in Harrenhal, enjoying everything that life has to offer. Until they find you. Scream inspired.

Part 1

Wordcount | 2k Warnings | none, they're for part three :) enjoy!

They were monsters, and they wanted to play a game with you before they killed you- that was certain. You were shaking as they got closer to you, the breath still held in your lungs…

"N-no..." You mumbled. They both laughed - the sound was chilling. “Well, yes… yes…” The one in front of you spoke in a deep voice, his breath still shallow and short. “There is no avoiding us, you are going to have to play our game with us whether you like it or not…” “P-please…” you whispered. “The only way out is through a game,” He answered. “And we will be the ones creating it… and deciding the rules.” “Just imagine the thrill you have yet to experience, my sweet…” His voice was dark and ominous. “But first, you are going to need to know the rules… and the consequences if you fail to play along.” He smiled, a twisted grin of madness. “I’m listening…” Your voice was shaken, trembling with fear. Just then, he stopped smiling and took a deep breath in through the mask. His voice was sharp and intense. “The rules are simple… you must complete the tasks we give you, or else... you shall face our consequences.” “...consequences?” You whispered the word, the fear in your voice was palpable. “It is what it sounds like... if you fail to play our game and complete the tasks, then we will be the ones deciding your fate. And that fate may not exactly be pretty..."

"W-what will happen if I complete all the tasks?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer. “That is a surprise we are yet to reveal..." One of the killers said, as he stood closer to you- his body looming over top of you. “If the tasks are too difficult... then we will decide your fate right on the spot.” The killer's voice became darker, as he spoke with an air of finality. “B-but... if I complete the tasks.. then you won't hurt me?” You whispered, hoping for a shred of mercy in this terrifying situation. The second killer laughed, his voice mocking and full of malicious intent. "We will decide what happens to you after the game..." He said, making sure that his words were the most chilling possible. "And I would choose them wisely, sweetling..." The killer added, his voice menacing.

"So... are you ready... are you ready to play our little game?" The first killer asked. "We will give you the first task..." He added, his voice full of cruelty. The two killers laugh, their masks distorted to make the sound chilling and ominous. “For the first task… you will have to find your way out of your house. We have hidden several keys around the house- you can try looking for them. Or, you can wait for us to come and get you.” "But... it's much more fun when you play the game…” The second killer said, his voice rasping and eerie through the mask. “And if you try to leave without our approval…” he added. “We will come and get you… and we will play a very different kind of game. A much more disturbing and unpleasant one.” “And we will have a lot more fun that way…” The other one added, his voice was menacing - almost like he was daring you to try and leave without their approval.

The more they talked - the more you thought they had a dark and twisted obsession with you. And then they said something that made that assumption become more and more real: “We want you all for ourselves…” You could only guess the ways they’d keep you all to themselves.

“And if you fail our game… you’ll see just how much we’ve got set up for you…” The first killer added, his voice filled with sadistic excitement. “But for now…” He paused, his voice growing calmer - as he smirked at you. “You should look for those keys…”

You ran around the house, searching every nook and cranny for the keys. They could be anywhere. You ran up the stairs, searching the rooms and drawers. You checked underneath the couch pillows, and you opened all the cabinets. But nothing… nothing yet. A clock ticked away in the back of your head, they could come for you at any moment… You search and you search but you are only led to one horrifying conclusion, there are no keys. They set you up for a game, and there was only one way out… and it was through them.

Your heart raced in your chest as you thought to yourself… they are toying with me. They have no intention of me leaving this house by myself… they are only watching me and waiting for the moment I fail. And then I’ll face their true consequences.

Scream… you wanted to cry out for help… you wanted to alert the police and beg someone to save you… But you couldn’t… you were trapped alone with them. There was no one else… and the more time that passed…. The more you began to believe that there never would be anyone else, except them and you.

With every passing second, the air became heavier, more tense. You could feel them watching you, waiting. You could feel the clock ticking, counting down the seconds until they made a move. This was not at all the way you thought your evening would go. You checked the drawers and cabinets again, even the ones you didn’t check the first time. Still, no keys. You checked under the couch pillows, you checked in between the cushions, you checked the pantry… but the keys just weren’t there.

You froze, your eyes widening and your mouth gaping, as you saw one of the killers enter the room you were in. Your mind raced, panicking and terrified. He was walking towards you, coming right up to you. You tried to stay as still as possible, your heart racing in your chest as you stared at the killer - not breathing, not blinking, not moving a muscle. You were hoping... praying... that if you stayed still, that maybe they would just think you weren't there and leave you alone. It was a vain hope. The killer continued walking towards you, seeming to know exactly where you were. They stopped directly in front of you, looming over top of you. You could feel the air becoming thicker, each breath coming harder and faster and all you could see was the mask as it looked down at you. You could feel his body leaning over you, their voice becoming chillingly close to your ear as they leaned down and whispered. “Time’s up.”

You froze. Your body going ice cold. You felt the mask’s breath on your neck and your heart beating so loud it was deafening. You opened your mouth but no words coming out. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds… 1… 2… 3… 4. He watched you. You didn’t know what was worse, his silence, or the anticipation of his  words. 5…6…7…8… your heart was pounding, pounding, pounding. 9…10…11…12. The second one now joined the gathering.

A chill ran down your spine as the masks were ripped away, and you could finally see the faces of her killers. They were both handsome… but there was a dangerous beauty behind their expressions. One of the killers was tall, lean, and muscular - his sharp, pointed jaw and piercing cobalt eyes the most striking features. The second killer stood slightly shorter, but he was just as handsome in a softer way - his dark blue eyes the most striking feature. Both killers were grinning, their expressions full of malice and twisted desires. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized there was a deeper meaning to their smiles. It was like they could see right through you. They knew exactly what you were thinking, exactly what you were feeling and they were enjoying it.

Aegon spoke, his voice dark and low, his smile sinister and menacing. "We have a very special game planned for you." "And we think you’re gonna like it…” Aemond added, his voice sharp and full of sadistic intent – He stepped forward, a menacing gleam in his eyes as he spoke. "This game is going to be unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before..." "But before we begin, we’ve got one simple question for you." Aegon spoke, his voice filled with malice and glee. "Are you a fighter- a brave one... who sticks it out to the end... Or are you a quitter... the kind who cries and begs for mercy? That's the question we need you to answer tonight." You were speechless, "Well I guess you won't know - until you try..." Aemond added, his voice dripping with sarcasm and derision. Aegon laughed, his voice sharp and menacing. "We can't wait to find out." They both smiled widely, their eyes flashing with sadistic amusement. "Either way, we're gonna have fun." Aegon grabbed your wrist. "We'll begin the game in a second- but first we need you to choose." He smiled darkly. "Me or him?"

You knew this was a trick question. Both were equally terrifying. And you knew that they wouldn’t let you go with either choice. Yet you had to choose regardless. You knew this was a trick question. Both were equally terrifying. And you knew that they wouldn’t let you go with either choice. Yet you had to choose regardless. You held your breath as you chose Aegon. The choice would be made - whether there would be some sort of twisted punishment for your choice had yet to be seen. Aegon let go of your wrist, smirking at you. “I hope you know I’m going to enjoy this…” He grinned.

Aegon grabbed your wrist and started leading you to the bedroom. “You’re going to be mine, you’re going to be mine for the entire night.” He said, his breath shallow, as if he’d been drinking all night. He closed the door and locked it behind you. The only thing you could hear was the clock on the wall ticking away. The seconds dragged by, and suddenly you felt something sharp pressed against the back of your neck. It was a knife. “Don’t move, don’t even twitch.” The voice was low and harsh. “Or I’ll cut you.” Your breath caught in your throat as the point of the knife pressed more firmly against you. The seconds crawled by, and you had no idea if you would survive this night at all.

 The knife slid up your spine, as the figure pressed against you. His body was hot as he came closer and closer to your neck, pressing the point further into your skin. Your breath was shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding wildly. You tried not to move at all, or even make a sound. He leans in, his breath hot and damp on your neck. The point of the knife was now pressed firmly against your neck, as he leaned closer to your ear “Beg. Beg me right now. Tell me that you want this too.” He leans in even closer to your neck. His breath and sweat were now pressed against your skin, as his hand slipped down to your hip and began dragging its way further down. He was enjoying every minute of it, as he kept a tight grip on the knife. And yet you felt completely powerless. You could do nothing at all but beg.

And you begged. So desperately. “Please… don’t. I don’t want to die… please… please just let me go… please…,” You begged, as you felt the knife slip just that more bit into your skin, and begin to drag down your neck. There was no escape now. Aegon kept pressing in against you, and then the knife began to slip down further. “Beg more. Do it louder, scream for me.”