#vale will never get away from the sound of the woman who loves him

[its-storminghere]

Okay, here’s my question. Does Marc secretly watch wec and does he look for models of vale’s cars

[sideeve]

I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL ?!

ᡴꪫ summary . the rivaling rich billionaire's princess mingling with gotham terrorizer. what a headline for vicki vale.

ᡴꪫ includes? . red hood!jason, sionis!reader, rich girl life!reader, smutttttt, p-i-v intc*urse, cheesy but heartwarming relationship behavior, uhhh idk just read ho <3

"this is vicki vale reporting in Gotham News headquarters. Next story, Sionis' daughter involved with the enemy? Pictures caught the infamous Red Hood visiting on her balcony. is he using her for information? making her betray her own father?"

you turn the television down to hear your livid father on your phone. "my own daughter engaging with the enemy! i can't believe you!" you thought his voice couldn't get any louder but his tone conveyed his anger. "yes. yes, father. i know, I'm sorry."

you pace back and forth in your living room as the enemy has a smirk on his face, manspreading on the couch your father bought for you. your ear would be spared if it wasn't for the meddling crummy press. the red hood was a tantalizing human. getting what he wanted with his natural charm.

but you made it known that you knew nothing about your father's plan with his illegal weapons trade. you were just benefiting from the money he racked up.

"sorry, i gotta go." you end the call, dropping your phone on the coffee table. "geez," you card your hand through your hair, letting out a deep breath. "this what you wanted? for all of Gotham to know what i do in my free time?" his eyes rake up and down your body. "sorry princess, i thought i was bein' discreet with us." his smirk widens as his eyes halt at your hips.

"my father will be down my throat with this." you stand in front of him, hands of your hips. "come on. pretty. you're a grown woman. what's your daddy gonna do? stop you from seeing me?" amidst his sentence, his large hands rest on your waist, pulling you on his lap.

you roll your eyes. "you wanna throw me away for some dumbasses' opinion? i thought we had something. you wound me." he puts his hand up to his heart, feigning pain.

"look." you adjust yourself on his lap, earning a groan from his lips. "if we want to continue this, you're gonna have to do something with your appearance."

"you think i'm ugly?"

"no!" you swat at his chest. "i mean you can't keep coming to my place as red hood." his lips lock onto your neck, taking nips at your soft skin from time to time.

"jason, are you even listening to me?" you sigh. but not in anger, more as in a relief of pent-up tension. "yeah, ma. change up my appearance." he lets go of your neck with an exaggerated pop.

"good," his face lines up with yours as you both smile. in a flurry, you both are fighting for dominance on your couch. "come on, princess. you know you're gonna lose." he chuckles, pinning you down.

"come onn!" you whine. he laughs at your defeat, sitting on top of you. "who needs a shirt anyways?" he shrugs, lifting your shirt over your head, revealing your dark red bralette. "oh, i missed my girls." he jiggles your breasts. "jason, quit it!" you laugh. "what? i can't show them any love?" he stuffs his face in your cleavage, shaking his head. his stubble tinkles your skin, something you'll never miss. "okay, that's enough." you weakly push him off you.

his next target was your shorts, sliding them and your panties off, leaving you only in your bralette. "you shaved." he teases. "when do i not?" you send a calf into his side, an 'oof' coming out of him. "play nice, girl." his hands slip in between your thighs, fingertips gliding down your cunt. "fuckin' soaked." he chuckles under his breath. two of his fingers curl into you, something you'll never get used to.

the sounds of your slick sliding in and out of you brought a wide grin to his face. "think she's talkin' to me, baby." he groans, fastening his pace. "mm," you arch your back up a bit, unknowingly giving him more space for his fingers to fill.

"think your ready, baby?" he looks at you, tapping you on your cheek when you don't respond, too fucked out in ecstasy. "fuck-yes." he felt your cunt flutter around his digits, knowing that you wanted more.

without another word, jason moves out of his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. a few dribbles of precum slip out from his slit, slowly sliding down his shaft. he pumps himself a few times before lining his tip up with your wanting hole. "ready?" you nod.

that's one thing you loved about him. he was always cautious if you were ready or not. he slowly pushes himself into you, letting you adjust to his size again. "fuck, baby." he groans, closing his eyes. after some time of sitting still, he thrusts into you, gradually getting faster. "oh god." he holds onto the armrest above your head for support.

you open your eyes, seeing his handsome face above you. from the array of scars on his face, the white fluff of hair, to the hook of his nose. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever saw.

he takes one of your legs and places it on your shoulder, giving him a better angle. "oh my-" your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, the pleasure becoming unbearable. unmeasurable. "please." you didn't even know what you were begging for, you just were. maybe for him to quicken or to go a little easier on you. you couldn't put your finger on it. but you knew it boosted his ego. "please what, princess?" he looks down, emerald eyes boring into yours. "fuck me." you say just over a whisper.

the last bit you restraint he had went away as his hips began to slam into yours. "god!" he grunts, looking down at where you two meet. he loved watching you take him. a beautiful scene that only he could see.

the band on your stomach was only one string away from breaking before your orgasm would wash over you. and from the way jason was fervorently thrusting inside of you, you could tell that he was chasing his own orgasm.

"come with me, baby." he slaps your hip, making you jolt. you bite your lip, your walls pulsing around his length. all the more signs to tell him that you came. his warm load painted your walls, emitting a sigh from you both.

the both of you sit in silence, catching your breath and relaying the moments that just happened. "how about i get rid of that 'sionis' name and make you a 'todd'?"

[moonshynecybin]

bro this year they’ve got to at least acknowledge each other, vale will be at some races and marc will probably win more and with a ducati! like cmon, DO SOMETHING

thinking about when marc got highsided hard at valencia last year and flew like 15 ft in the air and everyone's head IMMEDIATELY whipped around to look at vale bc a. nemesis and b. the crash meant pecco won the championship bc jorge martin was also involved. uhhhhh yeah sure theyll acknowledge each other. for sure. dont worry about it.

again i AM holding out for marc to honda 2025 with luca it would be saurrrr funny to me. like especially for poor luca who is maybe trying to prove something slightly outside of the enormous shadow of his older brother so he's coming into this like. fresh faced very much wanting to be excluded from this narrative. but unfortunately for him the rosquez divorce narrative seems to be actively transcending the boundaries of spacetime like. not only will your brother never get away from the sound of the woman that loved him but uhhhhh neither will you. his brother. and now teammate. have fun my man.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Better Off Without Me

Also inspired by the ideas of @astroherogirl!!

Pairing: Victor Vale x fem!reader

Summary: Victor is reluctant to be loved, and when Angie takes your place beside him, the distance between you becomes too great to cross.

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, mentions/depictions of insecurity, angst

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: Title from better of without me by Matt Hansen (Spotify link). Could I add this to my Vic playlist? The meaning, yes, but the sound makes me second guess it.

Picture from Pinterest

Victor Vale’s presence pushes people away. Like fighting against a current, walking into a hurricane, you get close to him, no matter what it takes.

“Hi,” you greet, sitting across from Victor in the oversized cafeteria of Lockland. “How are you? Finally get some sleep?”

He shakes his head, and you slide his favorite coffee across the table to him. He looks up at you, then back to the cup.

“I believe this is when most people say, ‘thank you.’ But, since you’re cute, I’ll just assume you thought it.”

You’re convinced that Victor only lets you spend so much time with him because you are one of the few people he knows. You’ve met Eli, but he is the only other person Victor is ever seen with. Whether it’s intentional or not, Victor is the opposite of inviting. You are convinced that getting to know him, the real him hidden beneath layers of scars and more bark than bite (though he does have plenty of bite, too).

“Have you considered my offer?” you ask.

Victor turns the page in his notebook, reviewing a diagram as he replies, “About ‘testing a hypothesis about the effects of hugging’? Yeah, I think you need to find a different guinea pig.”

Sighing, you say, “I guess I’ll have to find a new approach. If I said the hug was for me, not you, would you agree?”

“No.”

You smile at Victor, focused and annoyed, exactly how you like him.

✯✯✯✯✯

Entering the cafeteria with an idea to trick Victor into giving you a hug (asking if he can point to the muscles connecting your posterior and anterior chains, then hugging him when he reaches under your arm), you expect to find him sitting alone or with Eli.

So, you freeze when you see a girl sitting beside him, running her fingers through his blond hair. Your mind begins racing, wondering how long Victor has been with the girl at his side and why he let you treat him as you did if he was in a relationship.

Standing out of sight, you continue watching, quickly convinced there is more to this girl than meets the eye. She looks at Eli more than Victor, even when she’s answering Victor or touching his shoulders. 

Worse, you think, is Victor’s bittersweet gaze. Like he’s in love but isn’t convinced that he can be. You’ve known since meeting him that Victor was going to be tough to love, to show that he was deserving of receiving it and capable of giving it to the right person. Now, someone else is getting to show him that. Witnessing their open touches, the give and take that you so desperately crave, breaks your heart, but at the same time, Victor seems happy. You want Victor to experience happiness more than anything, so you will let him enjoy the love and presence of the woman who seems better equipped to show him.

✯✯✯✯✯

Angie Knight is the woman in the cafeteria. Learning her name makes you feel worse, able to compare yourself more easily to her when you have something to call her other than ‘Victor’s.’ She seems to be better than you for Victor and the position by his side. You realize you could never be enough for Victor, and he will never choose you over Angie.

With no chance of completing your mission, of showing Victor that you really care about him, you stop visiting him. Each moment without him changes you. Your happy, soft demeanor grows sad and disinterested. As Victor learns to love, you begin to understand his starting place, a life with no acquaintances willing to show you that they care.

Sitting in the library, reviewing your notes before a lecture, you don’t look up when someone sits in the seat beside you.

“What happened?” Victor asks.

Glancing up, you’re shocked at how close he is, leaning in like he needs your answer. He’s just as pretty as you remember, and the fact that he noticed something changed makes losing him hurt worse.

“Lots has happened. Couple World Wars, bunch of books have been written-“

“You know what I mean,” Victor snaps quietly. “Why’d you disappear?”

“Just been busy. Hard classes, you know? How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay.” Victor’s brows are pinched, either confused or concerned; you never had a chance to learn the difference, and he doesn’t let his emotions show in front of just anyone.

“Good. Been hanging out with Eli and Angie while I’ve been slaving over textbooks?” You hope it sounds like a joke, but it strains your broken heart to say it.

“Yeah. It’s a little quiet without your hug questions though.”

Victor tilts his head, and you realize just how happy he seems. He’s talking more openly than ever before, and knowing that Angie got him here instills a fear in your heart that no one will ever choose you, that there will always be an Angie swooping in before you make any real progress.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy,” you say. “Hopefully I’ll have more time soon.”

Victor nods, and when you look back to your textbook, you hope this isn’t the last time you see him.

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“They found a body in the lab,” someone whispers as you walk through the hallway.

“Who?” a second voice inquires.

“I heard it was a teacher.”

“No, it was a student, one of the assistants – Angie something.”

Hearing her name and learning that she could be dead, you rush to Victor’s room, pounding on his door and growing worried when he doesn’t answer. It takes several trips back and forth between his building and the lab next door to the crime scene to find him. It’s dark, no lights on this sidewalk, so you can see why he chose it.

“Vic,” you call. “Are you okay? Is it true, that Angie’s… gone?”

Victor doesn’t answer, staring straight ahead as he leans against a tree. You reach out, brushing your hand over his shoulder.

“I’m here, if you want to talk. I know she meant a lot to you, but I-“

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Victor can’t accept your soft touches and kindness right now. Last you knew, he was in love with Angie, and you didn’t know about her betrayal or the role Eli played in it. In the big picture, you know very little about Victor. When you offer to be there for him, an image of you dying the same way as Angie flashes through his mind, and he knows he has to push you away to keep you safe.

“No!” he replies harshly, moving away from you and the tree. “I don’t need a shoulder to cry on or your constant questions. I need time, and space, and I need Angie back!”

“Vic, I’m sorry,” you whisper, understanding his anger.

“That doesn’t matter,” he says, his voice dropping and evening out. “You don’t matter. Angie did, and she’s gone. Eli said he was here for me, too, and look where that got us.”

You can’t speak, your mind stuck on Victor’s claim that you don’t matter. He is voicing your deepest insecurities, that he doesn’t want you, and you can’t do anything but listen.

“You tried to convince me to pick you, and I didn’t. What more do you need?”

Wiping a tear that leaked out despite your efforts not to show him how he’s affecting you, you answer, “Not a thing, Victor. Not a single thing. I hope you are better off without me, if that’s what you want.”

You turn away but freeze when Victor adds, “It could have been different.”

“Yeah, it could have. And I shouldn’t, but I’ll always be close. If you change your mind.”

Victor doesn’t speak, opting to watch you disappear down the sidewalk. He decides to visit Eli next and watch another life slip through his fingers, hoping it isn’t his own.

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2 Years Later

Victor has a lot of time to think in prison. Endless time, it seems. He spends sleepless nights wondering what he could have done differently. Imagining different choices with you and Angie, there are hundreds of outcomes in which Angie lives, and you stay close to Victor. Slowly, Angie fades out of the memories and the questions. After two years, Victor’s thoughts are solely on you. The night that you left seems to haunt him, and the space between you will never be closed, which hurts worse than any physical pain Victor could inflict on himself.

✯✯✯✯✯

In a small house near Lockland, you think about Victor again. Although, the truth is that you rarely stop thinking about him. The 22-year-old version of him lives in your mind, and you often think about the last time you saw him in the library when he gave you a sliver of the attention you craved.

You can’t help but wonder if you could have changed the outcome of your relationship with Victor. Asking yourself if pushing back against Victor would have kept him within reach, you regret giving him so much space that the gap seems impossible to close.

✯✯✯✯✯

Miles away from each another, you and Victor fall asleep with the same thoughts: one another and that you made a mistake that can’t be fixed.

[vexia]

Thinking about the Rescue Bots AU in which Cody was raised by Morocco:

They live on an uninhabited island in the Atlantic Ocean.

Due to Morocco's dangerous experiments, the island is divided into two parts: home and laboratory.

Cody spends most of his day (and life in general) in the home section, being homeschooled by specially programmed artificial intelligence.

Cody almost never meet humans beside his father’s closest allies, so the only kid in his age he knew until Griffin Rock was Priscilla (and all things consider, they get along quite well).

This is Cody of course, so he couldn't be himself if he didn’t meet and adopted Cybertronian. So of course he has one! And once again it’s ours (or maybe only mine XD) favorite grumpy panther, Quickclaw. As in other incarnations, he can change his size,  become invisible and use holoform to disguise himself as a Alaskan Malamute to always stay close to Cody.

Cody suffers from the hyper-empathy syndrome, so whenever he is away from home or around other humans, he wears earphones that have been specially developed by Morocco to isolate sounds and modify them accordingly to limit their potentially negative impact on the boy.

Despite his illness, he is curious about people, their traditions and life. She enjoys visiting new places and observing the lives of ordinary people. He reads a ton of books on the traditions of individual cultures and their history.

He loves and cares for his father, he is the only human family member he knows of (he also treats Quickclaw as a family member). He had a great respect for him (even though someone can mistake it for fear), trying everything not to disappoint him (even if Morocco’s standards are quite high).

He is very good at languages. In addition to English, he knows 8 other languages: Mandarin Chinese, Spanish, German, French, Arabic, Russian, Portuguese, Hindi and is still trying to learn more (Quickclaw teaches him the Cybertronian language). Morocco often uses his talent to translate things for him, and Cody is happy to be useful to his father.

Cody enjoys drawing and singing (and he is pretty good at it). Whenever he sees flower/animal/thing he finds interesting, he draws it on his tablet (on which he also keeps a journal where he writes down his thoughts on every topic).

His hair is usually tied in a bun but regardless of his hairstyle, he always has a pin in his hair, which is his only memento of his mother.

He inherited almost all of his appearance from his mother and he treats every comparison to her as a compliment (because according to his mother's stories, she was a beautiful and wonderful woman).

Thanks to Quickclaw's presence, Morocco has a better knowledge of Cybertronian technology, so his robots are more advanced than in the show + they are powered by Energon, which is located in the basement of the island (Quickclaw helps to look for it, because he needs it to survive after all).

With basics like this, let’s cover some events at their first visit on Griffin Rock:

Morocco first arrives at Griffin Rock after the Rescue Team rescued Professor Anna Baranova, so not much later than in the series (and Frankie knows about Bots being an aliens). Morocco's plan remains essentially the same as in the series but he brings Cody along with him to show him where his mother lived before she died.

After their arrival, Morocco allows Cody to go to the Blossom Vale to look at some flowers or whatever (he doesn’t really care, he only tells Cody to come to the town hall around 13.00 and no to wonder around the main part of the town to this time).

He is accompanied by Quickclaw in the form of an Alaskan Malamute, reaching almost to Cody's shoulders (and it looks kind of funny).

While sketching the landscape he is noticed by Frankie who was collecting plants from Blossom Vale to her school project.

Frankie looked at the boy near the waterfall. She believed she didn’t see him before on the island. His long, golden hair tied up in a bun covered on of his eyes. But the other was clearly visible. Gray. The girl had never seen person with this color of iris. She had read that it was one of the rarest color human eyes can have. He was wearing an elegant, long, light gray suit jacket that accentuated his eyes. The red accessories matched the red stones that were visible against the sunlight in the jewelry pinned into her hair, though she couldn't get a good look at it from this distance. He was clearly sketching something, snuggled up in the fur of the dog lying right behind him. If it weren't for the dog's darker accents and that red jewelry, she probably wouldn't have noticed the boy in that fur in the first place. His mouth moved sometimes, probably talking to his dog.

She took few steps ahead. She wanted to talk. He looked like a really nice person and it was a rarity to see someone new on the Griffin Rock, especially in her own age. She came closer and closer. The dog raised its head and looked at her with narrowed eyes. Yet it didn’t do anything. Only observed as she approached them. Yet, the boy didn't seem to notice her.

“Hi!” Frankie finally said, getting close enough for the boy to hear him.

He looked at her, clearly surprised by her presence. He scanned her for a while, almost immediately  smiling afterwards. “Hi.” He answered, little awkwardly.

“Can I?” She asked, pointing her head at the dog. The boy needed few seconds to understand what she meant to say.

“Yes- Yes of course. He won’t do anything.” He confirmed and his dog lowered it’s head, reassuring his words. Frankie sat down near, in front of him.

“I’m Frankie.” She said. “And you are?”

“Cody. My name is Cody. It’s nice to meet you.” His smiled grew little wider. It felt so right to know each other’s names. He only introduced himself and she already had that feeling that he would be a very good friend. Like they were destined to be friends…

Cody tells her that he came here for a vacation with his father (even though his father came for the business reasons).

They talk a while about hobbies and Frankie tells him a lot about entire island, her family and the famous “Family of Heroes”.

When she ask Cody to tell him something about his father, their conversation gets cut by Boulder and Graham, who came to look for Frankie.

As the bot took one step closer, Quickclaw became to growl. It was clear to Boulder that this dog hated him, even though he didn’t knew why. Every other animal on the island liked him and he would never threaten Quickclaw’s owner. He didn’t get it. Boulder observed as Cody petted him on the base of the neck.

“Shhh, calm down. It’s alright.” He hummed and the dog's growling began to slowly subside. “He seems like a nice Bot.” He added, looking into Boulder’s optic. The last comment felt so strange, like the golden haired knew he was- “Are you Cybertronian?” He asked. Frankie and Graham exchanged nervous glances.

Frankie tries to come up with a quick lie saying that this is a robot created by her dad.

Cody pretends to buy it because he doesn't want to upset someone he's just met and gets along with very well.

When Cody says he's going to meet his father at the town hall, Frankie offers to walk him off and promises to show him around Griffin Rock. He happily accepts her offer.

When the five of them get under the office, rivalry between Rescue Bots and Morbot was already set.

“What are waiting for Doctor. You get your deal, now get lost!” Kade shouted, visible angry at this entire idea. Competition with a stupid machine. Laughable .

"Have some respect, young man." Morocco said looking at his pocket watch. It's 1:00 p.m. "I'm just meeting someone." He looks to the side, smiling after seeing approaching group. "Oh, there you are!" He said in his characteristic, theatrical manner.

While the others took the curious look at the boy Morocco was pointing to, Charlie looked like he had seen a ghost.  It was impossible. The blond and his dog got closer to the Morocco and Doctor delicately put the boy on his head, rubbing his hair and saying something to him. Charlie didn’t hear what they were talking about, froze in place.

“Be nice son, introduce yourself.” He encouraged Cody, putting his hand on his shoulder. The boy simply nodded and turned his face towards the gathering.

“I’m Cody Morocco, it’s pleasure to meet you all. Especially the famous Family of Heroes.” He smiled, bowing gently.

Chief was able to take a closer look on the jewelry holding his bun. Silver hair stick with the figure of the haw at the top end, with a crescent moon and a sun above its beak. A long chain protruded from under its wings on both sides, at the end of which were comets with two tails. Their center and hawk's eyes were filled with rubies. He could recognized it everywhere. It was a gift he gave to his dead wife almost 15 years ago. It was impossible. If Cody had it that would have meant-

“Is everything alright, sir?” Boys voice got him out of his thoughts. He looked into his eyes. Even though the irises color was different, Charlie could see the familiar softness and kindness in those eyes. He gingerly shook the boy's outstretched hand, skin equally delicate, exactly the same shade. It was her son. Their son.

“Yes Cody. Everything is alright. Thanks for your concern-“

"Forgive him for his meddling, Chief Burns," Morocco cut in, placing his hand on the boy's head again. "Cody has a natural ability to sense people's emotions. Unfortunately, he sometimes has a problem with tact." Even thought he tried to make his voice as gentle and playful as possible, the clear growl could be heard.

In that moment, Frankie didn’t envy him in the slightest.

(…)

“Goodbye! ” Cody said in Cybertronian language and waved to the Rescue Bots. Along with Quickclaw entered the elevator, which took them to the balloon. The bots just stared at each other in shock.How did this boy know their native language?

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This is all I have for now. It's much longer than it was supposed to be. Maybe I will write something more in the future, I will see. If you have any ideas, don’t be shy and share them UwU

PS.: This is what the hair stick Cody wears looks like:

[waitingforwinterwinds]

ASOS; Steel and Snow: 12 TYRION II (pages 161-172)

Tyrion visits Varys to arrange a date with Shae, then sics Bronn on a bard.

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The eunuch was humming tunelessly to himself as he came through the door, dressed in flowing robes of peach-colored silk and smelling of lemons.

lemon(s) = 🥛

also I have just had the best mental image of Modern Day AU Varys as a Drag Queen. Probably runs a club with all the best gossip.

"I am full of surprises. Are you cross with me for abandoning you after the battle?" "It made me think of you as one of my family."

Ha! that is both a sick burn, and also really sad.

... damn. Maegor: 3 x Grand Maesters by Axe Aegon II: 1 x Grand Maester by Dragon Digestion

That "maesters wrecked the Targaryens actually" theory sounding more and more likely. Look at all this extra motive.

Bronn had turned up all he could on Ser mandon, but no doubt Varys knew a great deal more... should he choose to share it. "The man seems to have been quite friendless," Tyrion said carefully. "Sadly," said Varys, "oh, sadly. You might find some kin if you turned over enough stones back in the Vale, but here... Lord Arryn brought him to King's Landing and Robert gave him his white cloak, but neither loved him much, I fear. (...) Ser Barristan was once heard to say he had no friend but his sword and no life but duty... but you know, I do not think Selmy meant it altogether as praise.-"

OOOHHHH!!!! I just had a conspiracy theory.

Cersei didn't hire Moore to kill Tyrion, Moore was taking a chance to kill who he believed was responsible for Jon Arryn's death after getting news from the Vale from on old friend who still lives there re: the very rigged Trial and Lysa's (very loud and false) claims. Moore was taking the first opportunity for vengeance that he thought he could get away with.

What do you think? Feasible? Too much crack?

One day, I am going to come up with a conspiracy theory that contains so much pure crack, the cops will break down the door for a drug bust.

But also, given how this series uses perceptions and assumptions, even if we're in some one's POV, we don't always get the full story, but it is the best way to be sure someone actually did something for realsies.

... You know, I'm actually kind of surprised they let Lollys keep the foetus (or are forcing her to keep the foetus) to term. You'd think, given how they treat bastards and such, that they'd remove 'such a stain' before it became a problem.

(Or at the very least they wouldn't force a young woman who's been violated to carry a baby she never asked for. But then again this series does not care very much for the female members of the cast. The kind ongoing of trauma and dysphoria that is probably giving her, whether it looks that way or not in her current mental state...)

"To guard the king's life, you surrender your own. You give up your lands and titles, give up hope of marriage, children..." "House Tyrell continues through my brothers," Ser Loras said. "It is not necessary, for a third son to wed, or breed." "Not necessary, but some find it pleasant. What of love?" "When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."

D&D suck at their job = 🥛

I'm sorry, but can we just take a moment and appreciate the depth of Loras' grief? Like, I have no trouble believing Book!Loras loved Renly for real. Truly, honestly loved him first and foremost before he saw him as a pawn to get at the throne.

Show!Loras and Renly? I forgot they even fucked.

Loras being gay in the show felt like a background joke. "LoL, Sansa has a crush on a gay boy," or "LOL, Cersei is getting married to the gay boy."

Even between Loras and Renly, in the show, the first time we really saw them together, Loras was talking Renly into vying for the crown and Robert wasn't even dead yet. It was manipulation and titillation. Were they in love or was Loras just using him? Who knows, but after Renly died no one really cared, and I forgot they fucked, forgot Loras was even gay until it was shoved back in my face like a poor tasting joke.

Book!verse though? I can believe those two were in love, I can believe Loras is grieving that loss so quietly because he can't say what he's lost, what he feels, he can't express the depth of it and he has to listen to everyone around him belittle that affection and connection, and oh my gosh that poor boy.

A woman sidled into the light; plump, soft, matronly, with a round pink moon of a face and heavy dark curls. Tyrion recoiled. "Is something amiss?" she asked. Varys, he realized with annoyance.

Drag Queen!Varys is canon. Pry it from my cold dead hands. Just cross-dressing, I know, shhhh, let me have this.

"He's gone," Shae said. Tyrion turned to look. It was true. the eunuch had vanished, shirts and all. The hidden doors are here somewhere, they have to be.

You wanna bet they're under the giant stone slab of a bed? You know, that thing that our attention was directed to the last time he was talking about hidden doors?

(also, it made me think of that scene from the animated Secret Garden, with the secret door under the window seat when they were talking about it earlier, but it probably slides like that giant coffin door from... oh gish, what's the movie... it's going to come to me right as I'm drifting off to sleep. It's like an entire trope to be fair, "giant stone altar/coffin is actually a sliding door" so I'm probably thinking of several movies.)

Her cunt gave him a little squeeze, and he started to stiffen again inside her.

'cunt' = 🥛

... you know, the longer Shae talks about Lollys, the more I prefer Show!Shae to Book!Shae, just for the fact that the show version has some level of empathy for other people. I understand it's probably a coping mechanism for some kind of hidden backstory trauma (no one in this series is without), but damn the way book!Shae treats sexual assault is icky AF.

Then he made a round of the walls, tapping on each in turn, searching for the hidden door. Shae sat with her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around them, watching him. Finally she said, "They're under the bed. the secret steps." He looked at her, incredulous. "The bed? the bed is solid ston. It weighs half a ton." "There's a place where Varys pushes, and it floats right up. I asked him how, and he said it was magic." "Yes." Tyrion had to grin. "A counterweight spell."

Ha-ha! I was right... about the location. Not the door type, though. The magic in this series is so low key or background I tend to forget it's a thing.

This does explain how he got out of the room without being heard. half-ton stones are not quietly moved, even if they have mechanisms to help them.

!! Alayaya made it back to her mother's brothel! Phew, I was low key worried something had happened to her on the walk back. you know, after she was whipped and kicked out the Keep naked?

"There is a singer who calls himself Symon Silver Tongue," Tyrion said wearily, pushing his guilt aside. "He plays for Lady Tanda's daughter sometimes. "What of him?" Kill him, he might had said, but damn the man had done nothing but sing a few songs.

You'd think Bards would do better in life, what with being a Charisma class, but no, no one likes Bards here.

And fill Shae's head with thoughts of doves and dancing bears.

... well now I have "Once Upon a December" from Anastasia (1997) stuck in my head.

Dancing Bears Painted Wings Things I almost remember. And a song someone sings Once upon a December.

[a-song-for-ages]

No but it's Tyland Lannister loving Loretta Strong from afar (because 1, he's the spare and is somewhat insecure regarding him not having lands and being Lord if Casterly Rock) and then Tyland Lannister thinking Loretta Strong has died in the Godswood because she lays still there and hurriedly goes to her and holds her face in his hand only for Loretta's eyes to burst open and smack his hand away in shock while he screams because he did not think the dead could rise again in the way Loretta did and her eyes are slightly puffy and it is then that he learns that the woman he loves is to be betrothed soon - to a far older man in the vale (considering having it be Gerold Royce bec why not) seeing as the whispers regarding Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin's bastard has negatively impacted her chances at getting married (even though she may be as beautiful as she is) and so the only betrothal she had was from the Royce's and Lyonel her father has agreed to the match after waiting for a month -

And she's sad as she tells Tyland that and Tyland just ups and leaves and goes to Lyonel and is like "Lord Hand. I wish to wed your daughter." And poor Loretta is just sitting in the godswood all sad because when she said she wanted a man of noble birth with lands - she didn't mean a MAN WHO ALREADY HAD SONS AND WAS OLD ENOUGH TO BE HER GRANDFATHER!

So can yall imagine Loretta's happiness when her father tells her her betrothal with the Royce Lord will not happen and she thinks her father is quite alright with her being the Princess's handmaiden for all of eternity before

He mentions that Ser Tyland Lannister came asking for her hand. And he hasn't given an answer yet, but he hopes to do so soon - and Harwin is like??? LANNISTER?? While Larys is just like oh this sounds like some good tea while Loretta just starts saying, "No! He likes me? How? Why?" And Larys is like "Perhaps it is your face he likes" and Loretta takes off her shoe and throws it at Larys's head and telling him to sod off and Larys just tells her to please not scare Tyland off but Loretta is giddy and she's immediately off to Rhaenyra - who is with the children and she says happily "I AM TO BE MARRIED!

Like Loretta gives me that major tiktok energy where it goes "You have to promise not to tell a soul" and the other person is like "yeh" and then a secret is told and then immediately after that the person goes shouting "SAMSAMSAMSAMSAM!" like

Loretta is the little sister Rhaenyra never had, and so she treats her as such because she is the little sister of her new closest friend Idriana Strong.

[fandom-puff]

A Lion’s Feast

Pairing: tywin lannister x younger!wife!reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could you write a modern au for tywin lannister x younger wife reader. Maybe they have a Lannister family dinner and its all just chaotic.’

Notes: I didn’t end up doing this as a modern AU, because I found it easier to work with everything in like... Westerosi time frame, but I hope this is okay.

Warnings: older man/younger woman, political/arranged marriage, Joffrey, use of words like slut/whore etc (cheers, Cers), reference to Jaime and Cersei’s incest, awkward family dinner

Gif creds to owner

“We will be dining in the Queen’s chambers tonight,”

You tensed up, staring straight ahead as you walked through the gardens of the Red Keep with your lord husband. “Am I… in trouble?” You asked softly. You were new to King’s Landing, shipped over from the Vale to marry the Lord of Casterly Rock, and you weren’t quite used to the way King Joffrey’s court worked.

“No. I’ve arranged for us to dine together as a family. You have not properly met my children and grandchildren. You are a Lannister by marriage, you are their mother-in-law, whether they like it or not, and it’s high time we acted like it,” his voice had a bitter edge to it; it hadn’t taken long for Queen Cersei to make her distaste clear. While no one in court would dare insult Tywin Lannister, the girl from the Vale was an easy target for gossip. You had been called every name under the sun, but the Queen’s favourite jibe was ‘whore’.

“Alright,” you murmured, lowering your eyes. You knew there would be no point in arguing. You had quickly learnt that when your husband put his mind to something, there was no turning back. As a few men of the court crossed your path, you felt Tywin’s hand come to rest on the small of your back, and it did not move until you were in the tower of the Hand. You smiled softly as you caught sight of the steaming tub of hot water, scented with sweet oils as you entered your bedroom. “You’ve had this all planned out, haven’t you, my Lord?” You asked, a small smirk gracing your lips. “You should’ve just told my handmaidens to do it in my chambers, to save the walk up all of those stairs,”

Tywin smiled ever-so-slightly. “You’re hardly ever in your own chambers downstairs, wife,” he reminded you.

“Only because you’re the only person I really know in this godforsaken keep, and even then I don’t know you that well. Besides, if I stayed in my own chambers, I’d get lost and end up in the maze of dragon skulls below the keep,”

Tywin smirked, giving you a little push by the small of your back. “Bathe. Wear red, and preferably rubies and gold,” he said sternly. You sighed, knowing Tywin wanted you to dress the part, to look like the Lady of Casterly Rock. You bathed and dried, perfuming your skin and hair before pulling on your smallclothes, calling in your handmaiden to tighten your bodice, then help lace up your dress. It was a deep red, with golden embroidery on the bodice and cuffs that glimmered when you moved, just covering your shoulders and showing the swell of your breasts, and you fastened a pendant around your neck- a golden lion with tiny rubies for its eyes, tongue and claws. You braided back the front of your hair, but let the rest fall down over your shoulders.

You emerged from the room into Tywin’s main office, your hands folded in front of you. He surveyed you briefly before nodding, offering his arm.

**

You sat in silence as you ate, eyes fixed on your plate. Tywin was sat to your left, Jaime to your right. Cersei and Joffrey occupied the heads of the table, and Tyrion sat across from you, in between Myrcella and Tommen.

“More wine, my Lady?” Tyrion said out of the blue, holding up the jug. He gave you a slight smile, knowing how you must feel to be the outcast, like a stranger with the people you were meant to call family.

“I... yes, please. Thank you, my Lord,” you said.

Tyrion smiled as he poured, before filling his own glass. “Just Tyrion will suffice. Let us leave formality at the door,” you smiled slightly and nodded.

“I agree,” said Jaime, earning himself a sharp look from Cersei, who was used to her twin almost always siding with her. “Wasn’t the whole point of this evening to introduce you to us? As a family,” Cersei scoffed into her goblet. “We won’t get very far with ‘my lords’ and ‘my ladies’, will we?”

Tywin nodded his approval at his sons’ attitude and you smiled, beginning to relax a little, though the presence of Cersei and Joffrey kept you on edge. “Tell me, Lady YN, how is the Vale at this time? Have the northerners got their grubby claws on it yet?” Joffrey suddenly asked.

You froze slightly. You were here to talk, yes, but not talk politics. “The Vale... your grace, is not quite like the Reach, or the Riverlands, or even like Winterfell or Casterly Rock,” you said carefully, fully aware of all of the eyes on you. You looked at Tywin, and when he gave you an approving nod, you turned back to the king and continued. “The majority of the Vale is mountain, with the valley you desire buried between them. Even Robb Stark’s best men couldn’t seize it. No one could. To take the Vale, one must take the Eyrie. To take the Eyrie... well... you just couldn’t,” you were happy sharing this fact, as it was known across Westeros that the Eyrie was impenetrable.

“There are other ways to the Eyrie, though. Marriage,” Cersei said. It was the first time she had spoken, and she had a conniving gleam in her eye.

“There is only one heir to the Vale. Jon Arryn was murd-died before he could have any more children. Only little Robert Arryn is the Lord of the Vale, and he’s just past his sixth name day I believe. Besides, his mother is... very protective of her boy. As I’m sure you can understand, your grace, as a mother yourself,” you said cooly. You didn’t know what possessed you to speak that way to the Queen, but something about speaking of your home, your true home filled you with confidence.

“Indeed. There is nothing quite like a mother’s love,” she responded, fixing you with a cold stare.

“I’m unfamiliar, having lost my mother when I was seven,” you said.

“Does the Eyrie really have a trap door that leads nowhere?” Tommen Baratheon suddenly asked, breaking the silence between you and his mother.

You smiled softly at the little boy. How could someone so innocent come from the loins of a beast like Cersei. You supposed some of the good nature came from his father- his true father, that is, Jaime Lannister. “Yes,” you said. “They call it the Moon Door. It’s a big trap door that opens into the sky. If the Lord of the Vale commands, prisoners can be thrown from it,” you stopped, realising quickly how gruesome that must sound to a little boy.

Tommen simply shrugged. “I suppose that must be less messy,” he said, returning his focus to his food. Soon Tommen and Myrcella were bundled off to bed, and Myrcella told you rather sweetly that she liked the way you did your hair.

Once the children were gone, it left only you and Tywin, his three children and the King. Tywin suggested you move away from the dining table to sit and drink wine. Joffrey excused himself, utterly disinterested with continuing on with the evening. You felt a little lighter after he left, although you could feel Cersei staring daggers at you.

“It must feel strange,” Jaime said. “Coming down here from the Vale. I imagine it’s all rather confusing, and daunting,”

“You can say that again,” you said. “I thought I’d just get bundled off to Casterly Rock, never seen or spoken to,”

Tywin laughed slightly. “Come now, wife, we do have some level of decency in this family,” he said. You smiled shyly, looking at your lap. He was often a little more... relaxed after a few glasses of wine.

“Ha!” Cersei said, having also drunk a fair bit. She had been holding her tongue all night, and it seemed now it had loosened. “Once he puts an heir in your belly, you’ll be shipped off to Casterly Rock. And if it’s a girl, you’ll be spared a visit or two, until you give us a son. That’s all you’re here for, that’s all you’re good for,”

You sat up a little straighter, responding before Tywin could. “I am aware of the general concept of political marriages. Your father gets a wife and an heir, my family gets money, or protection or something of the sort. The Seven know, you Lannisters have gold pouring out of your ears,”

“I believe the phrase is that we ‘shit gold,’” Tyrion supplied with a smirk, making you chuckle.

“You think this is a game,” Cersei hissed. “I’ve seen you, prancing around court, dressed in red and gold, following father around like a lost dog! Fluttering about like a common slut,”

“Cersei-” Jaime said lowly.

“No! No! Can’t you see, she has her claws in father the same way Margaery has her claws in Joffrey! And you want me to accept that whore as my mother,”

It was silent. Cersei panted, now standing up. Jaime and Tyrion looked between her and Tywin. Tywin remained stoic, although his eyes revealed the way he seethed. But it was you who spoke first.

“I don’t expect you to accept me as your mother. I am not your mother. Nor will I ever try to be, or call myself that,” you said quietly, contrasting the Queen’s outburst. “I will, however, do my best to serve my husband, to provide him with the heir that is expected of me, the same way you provided King Robert with his heirs,”

Cersei snorted. “I’m sure you do a fine job of serving, you brazen little who-”

“Enough, Cersei!” Tywin finally said, standing up. “Whether you like it or not, I have married YN. She will give me an heir, or two, or more. And she will remain the lady of Casterly rock, no matter how much you protest,”

“She’s not fit to be lady of Casterly rock. She can barely curtsey,” she spat. “You have heirs, father,” she said, almost pleasing. “What need have you for a little whore,”

“I have a son who swore an oath, another who has more interest in wine and whoring, and a daughter who is not nearly as clever and tactical as she thinks she is. Casterly rock will not be left to either of you when I’m gone. It will be left to mine and YN’s son,”

“It could be! It could be left to one of my children,” Cersei hissed.

“One of your children? I wouldn’t put a bastard on the seat of Casterly Rock,” Tywin said cooly. Cersei opened her mouth to argue but Tywin held up his hand. “Give it up, Cersei. You told me yourself, my legacy is a lie. You have had your chance to build the Lannister name. Now it is time for YN and I to rebuild what you have trampled into the ground with your lies and your... acts,” he said with disgust. “And if I so much as hear the words whore or slut to describe my wife, I will resign as hand, withdraw my knights and my gold, as well as that of the Vale and leave you to pick up the pieces of this kingdom that I have been holding together. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from the Tyrells. Come YN,” he said, turning away from his daughter and resting his hand on your waist, guiding you out of the Queens chambers and back to the tower of the hand, not giving you a chance to curtsey to the Queen.

As the door slammed shut, Tyrion drained the rest of his wine and clapped his hands as he stood. “Well. That went well,”

Tags: @sociallyawkward-princess @lazyotakujen

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Give us that Jaune x Arslan good stuff!

You got it! Some good Pride Arc fluff coming right up below!

"Cooooome on Jauney! You got this!"

"No way pinkie! Arsy is never gonna lose!"

In Beacon's cafeteria, Nora and Reese were shamelessly cheering their respective team leaders loudly, surrounding them as they sat at a table.

Jaune and Arslan were sitting across from each other, their elbows currently probed on the table, and both of their right hands locked tightly. And by looking at their hands, anyone could see they were both straining a bit. Their other hands were gripping the edge of the table, trying to gain leverage.

That's right, the couple Jaune and Arslan were arm wrestling. Nora and Reese weren't the only ones cheering them on in it either.

"C-come on Jaune!"

"Let's go Arslan! You soooo got this!"

"Go Jaune."

"Yeah! Just stop playing around with your boyfriend and finish this already!"

Pyrrha, Bolin, Ren, and Nadir were all saying some words of encouragement to their leaders. The large group of them was also attracting more students, who started watching the competition too since there wasn't much else for them to do on a Sunday.

Despite all the noise and commotion around them, Jaune and Arslan weren't listening to any of it. They were just focusing on their competition, and each other.

Jaune, who was more than likely putting more effort into their match than Arslan, was the first to speak between them since they started. Through gritted teeth, he grumbled out, "Y-you know, w-when I w-win, I-I'm going t-to take you to that new f-fancy restaurant in Vale. A-and y-your g-going to have to wear a dress~."

Arslan's eyes widened a bit at that. She hated dresses and Jaune knew that. Well, two can play at his little game. With considerably less strain in her voice and much more clearly, she responded to his jab in kind. "You'd just love that wouldn't you? Well since I don't have one, I can just w-wear one of yours. Buuut," Arslan started putting more pressure on Jaune's hand, pushing it past the middle point and more towards her side with a smirk. "When I win, you're going to be my sparring partner for a whole week, and give me massages after every single match~."

"T-that doesn't s-sound too b-bad a-actu-."

Arslan stared him in the eye, and cut him off in a completely serious voice, "All while you're wearing that maid outfit~."

It was Jaune's eyes turn to widen. Immediately after his ears heard what she said, he frantically put as much effort into getting his arm back up! 'There's no way I'm wearing that thing again!' He slowly got his arm moved back a bit, no closer to the center again.

Arslan was a bit surprised at his suddenly renewed vigor, but she wasn't going full out herself either. She kept smirking and put in more effort herself, her arm muscles actually flexing noticeably now. Slowly, Jaune could only watch as his arm was pushed more and more towards Arslan's side, closer and closer to the table.

'Crap! What do I do!? I can't beat her! This was Nora's dumb idea! Why did I agree to it?! I know I can't out muscle her! But I don't wanna wear that outfit again! ' Jaune might not be able to beat his girlfriend in strength, but he was better at planning and strategy!

...

Now.... he just needs to actually think of a plan! 'Think Jaune, think! What can throw Arslan off her game?!' That list was very short, and Jaune knew that. She was such a focused and determined woman, it was hard to take away from anything once she set her mind to it. They'd missed a few dates already because of that.

However, Jaune was still able to think of one thing that could get Arslan to slip up! Even if it was just for a moment!

Arslan was watching Jaune during his entire struggle (both external as much as internal) and was a bit caught off guard when she started to feel him stopping putting as much pressure on her hands. Was he giving up? That was like him. She kept watching him as she pushed his hand closer to the table. Now there was maybe only three to four inches left to go before she won. Now she was a little concerned, Jaune rarely just called it quits like this. And he was looking down with his eyes overshadowed by his bangs... was he really that upset about losing? Or... was it what she said she'd make him do?

Well! Now she felt bad! Winning shouldn't feel bad! That's why she liked winning. Aaaaaah crap... she doesn't like seeing her big dork sad either though. "H-hey Jaune, y-ya know I can think of s-something else for you to- MMM!"

Like the sneaky snake he was, Jaune finally struck and shot his head forward. His pathway was clear now, not being blocked by their hands and arms, so he had clear access to his target. In a split second, Jaune had captured Arslan's soft, rich mocha lips in a full kiss. Both of their eyes were open as their lips touched, Jaune so he knew where to aim, and Arslan's from surprise.

The crowd around them were also very surprised. Their noise quickly died down to just a voice or two from people that couldn't really see what was happening. The members of team ABRN all pretty much had the same reactions. That being wide eyed and stunned silent, with Nadir adding a dropped jaw into the look.

The members of team JNPR were more varied. Ren only had slightly widened eyes. Pyrrha had quickly started to blush and let out a surprised squeak. And Nora... looked on knowingly and like she was about to cheer on the new development in front of her.

'NOW!' Jaune's eyes grew determined once again. He felt Arslan's grip weaken considerably in her suprise. He knew it was now or never. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" With a small roar, Jaune flung his arm back up to the middle point, carrying Arslan's hand with it. He didn't stop there, he kept going. He was going for the win!

"HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!" With an even louder roar this time, Jaune put all his remaining strength into his arm. He was going to do it! He was gonna win! He was going to make Arslan's hand hit the table and he was going to win!

...

...

...

Or... that was his plan... He wasn't planning for Arslan's hand to stop a good two inches from the table. Jaune, not expecting this, was now looking down at their clasped hands. Even as he kept pushing on it, it wouldn't budge any closer.

Jaune grunted a few times, trying to get her hand just a bit closer to the table, but nothing. Jaune looked back over at Arslan after realizing he wasn't gaining any ground.

Arslan's head was tilted down towards the floor, making her face overshadowed now. Jaune stared at her darkened face, and then shivered. He couldn't help but start to sweat as he slowly began to feel a sense of doom wash over his body.

He didn't need to even wonder why because he got his answer. Jaune and everyone around watched as Arslan lifted her head back up a bit.

Just enough for everyone around to see one glowing red eye from her.

*THUD!*

And everyone literally jumped in the air as they were all startled by the thunderous sound of flesh hitting wood echoed around the cafeteria. Arslan had forced Jaune's hand all the way back to her side and slammed it down to the tabletop. All in one fluid motion. Not only that, she did it quite hard as well. Many people saw white aura flicker around Jaune's hand, Jaune included.

No one spoke, or made any noise for that matter. No cheers, no muttering, not even audible breathing...

Everyone was too distracted by Arslan's form. She still had her over shadowed face and red eye visible, but now she was baring her teeth. And a lot of people would swear they also heard growling coming from her.

Jaune had it the worst. Not only did he lose, his hand hurt now, but Arslan's grip didn't ease up at all. As he kept looking at his girlfriend, he slowly felt more uneasy with each passing second. It's like he could actually see an enraged, ferocious golden lion behind her, roaring at him and baring its sharp teeth.

...w-was actually she growling?

The silence was finally ended by Arslan herself. She slammed her left hand down on the table and lunged forward onto it. She did let go of Jaune's hand in the process, but instead grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, and dragged his face up to be less than an inch from her's.

Then she proceeded to yell in it.

"What the hell kind of cheap trick was that Jaune Arc!?! You think it's okay to just kiss me like that out of nowhere just to get me to lower my guard!?! In front of all these people, you resort to using dirty tricks like that!?! Are you just trying to embarrass me at this point?! What, you can't win, so you're going to be a sore loser and make me not enjoy winning?! And to think I was just starting to feel sorry for you!"

As Arslan kept ranting at him, Jaune stayed quiet the whole time in guilty silence, she felt her cheeks start burning. She was thankful for her dark complexion, so her blush was hidden well from their audience. But she didn't blush! That wasn't something she ever did! Not until Jaune came into her life that is. Ooooh he was going to pay.

"Alright come on!" Arslan finished climbing over the rest of the table and got off on Jaune's side. Her hand deftly moved from the front of his collar, to the very top of his hood as she dragged him with her, not caring as he was pulled off the bench and his butt hit the ground, a small "Ow." coming from him.

She shoved her way past his teammates, they didn't put up much resistance. She didn't have to move any of the other students around as they wisely stepped aside out of her way. There wasn't exactly a good reason to stand in the way of an angry lioness after all.

Jaune stared behind him at them all as he was dragged past them. His butt sliding along the smooth gray floor as she pulled him along effortlessly. He turned his head upwards and looked behind him, trying to look at Arslan. "U-uuuum... w-where are we going Arsy?"

Without looking down at him, Arslan kept marching on towards the door. "To get your maid costume. Your punishment starts now. And I think I'm going to throw in kitty ears with it now. And no cute nicknames right now. For the next week, it's either Ms. Altan, ma'am, or mistress. Got it?!”

Jaune paled... cute nicknames were one of the ways he could calm her down. And now kitty ears too!?

But he knew he’d already pushed her far enough. He couldn’t talk his way out of this now. Anything else he could say would most likely only dig himself into a deeper hole. So Jaune made the smartest move and just submitted. “Yes Ms. Altan…”

Arslan would have smiled if she still wasn’t kind of mad at him. “Good boy. After we get you your new outfit, we’re going to go spar for a bit. I think I need it.”

“���Yes Ma’am…”

The woman kept dragging her man the rest of the way towards the cafeteria entrance. When she reached the door, she easily kicked it open and left, the large door closing behind her by itself.

The gathered crowd all kept looking at the doors even after the two had left, like they were expecting something else to happen. When nothing did after a while, most students just started to disperse. The only ones that stayed were the remaining members of the couple's teams.

Both teams looked away from the door and stared across the table at the other. _NPR stared owlishly at _BRN, and they stared soundlessly back at them. They'd all definitely were a bit speechless after that little show.

Nadir was the first to break the ice with a nervous chuckle. "S-so that happened... Sooo this means Arslan won right? Team ABRN for the win?" His cheer sounded a lot more like he was asking for clarification.

Ren nodded to give it to him. "Yes it would seem so."

"Uuuuugh!" Nora followed with a loud groan and heavily slumping her shoulders, "Jaune-Jaune should have won! That's it, I'm ramping up his training regimen! Double the weights!"

"N-Nora I don't think tha-"

"Double the weights!"

Pyrrha didn't try too hard to reason with Nora, she knew it was a hard battle. So she just let it go. "Well either way Nora, I don't think Jaune will be free for training anytime soon."

Bolin and Reese both let out a slow "Yeeeeah." in agreement.

Jaune was definitely going to have a busy week ahead of him.

I headcanon that Arslan would like seeing Jaune dressed up in cute outfits after seeing what his sisters would dress him in as a kid.

And also they might switch up who is in control sometimes, but at the end of the day, Arslan is the one wearing the pants, belt, and boxers in their relationship.

Hope you enjoyed me getting carried away with an ask once again! I do like Jaune x Arslan more than I think I should.

[ragingbookdragon]

Do You Believe In Life After Love? PT. 2

Arkhamverse!Jason Todd x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst

Author's Note: I have emerged victorious from my second round with the enemy known only as...The Cringe...it was a glorious battle and I FUCKIN' WON IT. Enjoy that I have now edited two previous stories to read better for y'all! -Thorne

Her cowl was discarded somewhere on the penthouse floor, but she couldn’t’ve been bothered to even care about it since most of Gotham either knew who she was now, or they strongly suggested they did. Even if they did know, they still treated her with the same respect as when she was unknown. She moved automatically to the bar as she unclipped the cape from her shoulders, letting it fall with a thud in a heap of leather as she poured herself a generous glass of bourbon. Setting it on the table, she undid her gauntlets, one coming off, and then the other.

She picked up the glass and walked around the bar towards the couch and coffee table. A flashing red light caught her eye and she looked over, seeing the landline blinking on the side table. As she swirled the amber liquor around in her glass, her fingers pressed the button on the answering machine. Her eyes turned to the heavily tinted windows, and she stared at the city below the penthouse as the machine spit out its usual tone.

“You have one new message, Friday, December 19th.” A sigh sounded through the line, followed by a soft and barely cheerful voice. “(Y/N)? It’s me, Dick…calling for…the seventh time this week.” He let out another sigh, and this time, his voice betrayed his feelings. “Look, I know it’s been hard on you since Bruce…died…but I really think it would be good for you if you got out of Gotham for a while, even if it was just coming over to Blüdhaven for a few weeks.” The line went silent, and after a moment, his voice picked up. “…I really miss you sis and I know that you’re suffering from the weight of keeping Gotham in check. Let Lucius carry it for a while and come spend Christmas with me…Look, I have to go to work now, but please think about it (Y/N). For me…and for Bruce and Alfred…they wouldn’t want you to keep all this up…so…just gimme a call back and we’ll plan something, okay? I love you sis…bye.”

The mention of her departed father and butler made her heart tighten so painfully in her chest that it seemed to stop her from breathing and (Y/N) looked down at her glass, seeing a diluted reflection she didn’t recognize staring back.

Lately, it seemed like every time she caught her reflection as Batgirl, she appeared less and less like she remembered, image darkening with every passing night she was out on the streets alone, fighting with no backup, with nobody in her ear telling her where enemies were or encouraging her for a job well done. She could tell that the woman who wore the cowl and the woman who was the cowl were starting to become one instead of two different people, much like her father appeared sometimes. And while it had been his thing when he was alive, it wasn’t her. She was somebody outside the cowl, but now? Now she didn’t know who was Batgirl and who was (Y/N) Wayne—and the divide between was only it was getting worse as it closed closer and closer to the line.

She finally remembered how to breathe and inhaled deeply, shoving it aside and looking back out the window. His image caught in her eye before she focused on the skyline, her voice firm as she said, “You know, I have to wonder…when you kill someone, do you ever get a little voice in your head that tells you it’s wrong…Arkham Knight?”

(Y/N) spun around, turning her attention to the man standing beside her coffee table, dressed in a suit that was armored similarly to his earlier one a few months back, though the colors were different, and he wore a dark jacket with white leather patches along the shoulders and arms. The helmet was different too, instead of mimicking the ears of her father’s cowl, his was simply rounded and crimson in color, though she bet that his visor input ran on the same tech her father’s did. Her eyes briefly fell to the red bat symbol painted across his chest, and for a moment, everything seemed to fade until the anger came back to her.

She clapped a hand to her chest, her voice cheerfully fake. “Oh, silly me, I forgot! You’re not going by Arkham Knight anymore! You’re going by ‘The Red Hood’!” Her voice lost the fakeness, replaced by a hard edge and she leaned back against the window, suppressing the urge to shiver from the chill, her eyes dark. “What do you want, Jason?”

He stood up straight, his head tipping upwards, and she couldn’t see his eyes, but she knew they were trained on her. “I wanted to see you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, a smile crossing her lips. “Well, you saw me. Now fuck off.”

Jason sighed. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Oh, so you mean you wanted to see how I was doing after you ruined mine and the lives of the people I cared about?” He said nothing, and she leaned over, finger running along the button of the answering machine. “You wanna see me, Jason? Well how about you listen to this?”

She hit play, and a message came through. “(Y/N) Wayne? This is Vicki Vale. I really would like to talk to you about what’s happened in the past few months, and with your dad—”

(Y/N) hit the next button, and another voice filled the room. “(Y/N), this is Jack Ryder. Listen, I know you’ve been hounded by reporters since it’s been revealed that your dad was Batman. I want to talk to you about—”

She hit stop, glowering back at him as she pointed to the machine. “Every. Day. Every day I get the same messages over and over and over again. (Y/N) Wayne are you Batgirl? We should talk about it! Your dad was Batman, so you must be Batgirl! How are you going to pay for all the damage and destruction your dad did all these years? How are you going to answer for what he’s done? How can we trust Wayne Enterprises anymore? What’s it like having to pick up the pieces of a broken life after your dad…after your dad…”

(Y/N) brought a hand to her face, covering her mouth. The tears ran down her cheeks, cascading over her hand, and she glared at Jason, her voice raw with emotion. “Everything that’s happened…is all your fault.”

He took a step towards her, shoulders squared as he placed a hand to his chest. “You can’t blame this all on me, (Y/N). Bruce was the one who activated the Knightfall Protocol—not me.”

Her lips wobbled as she countered hoarsely, “After Scarecrow revealed his identity because of events that you put into place.” She placed the glass on the table, spreading her arms. “So, have you gotten your revenge, Jason? Does it feel better to know that you succeeded in killing my dad? In killing Batman?”

He looked away and something wrathful inside (Y/N) snapped; she picked up the liquor glass and chucked it as hard as she could, missing him by an inch as it hit the wall. It shattered into a million shards as the amber liquid trickled down the wall, and her words came out enraged. “ANSWER ME DAMNIT!”

He met her eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, hands flexing at his sides. “I didn’t mean for all this to happen,” he said, and she barked a laugh full of disbelief.

“What did you think was going to happen, Jason? Reveal who Batman was, kill my dad, and everything else was just gonna work out in the end?” She pointed to the street below. “I can’t walk ten feet out of this building without being hounded by press and reporters about everything.”

She shook her head, feet carrying her past him towards her bedroom. “You get off scot-free with anonymity and I get stuck cleaning up a giant shitstorm. Figures. You can find your way out.” She hadn’t made it a step past him when a hand shot out and curled around her bicep, pulling her back.

(Y/N) thrashed, trying to yank her arm away from his grip. “Let go of me!”

Jason’s grip tightened, and he grabbed her other arm. “No!” He leaned close to her, his voice firm. “We’re not leaving this alone anymore. We’ve been circling one another since that night, and I’m done playing games, (Y/N). We’re talking about this.”

She huffed in disbelief, staring at him. “There is nothing to talk about, Jason.” (Y/N) waved a hand between them. “What we had…it’s gone.”

“Are you sure it is? Because as much as you seem to hate me, you can’t stay away from me whenever we’re patrolling Gotham together.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Okay, firstly, I follow you to make sure you don’t kill innocent people. And secondly, I’m pretty damn sure what we had is gone. I think about punching you more than I do anything else.”

He hummed, staring down at her and she was starting to get the urge to right-hook him when that familiar smugness set in his gaze. The same smugness he used to pull with her a few years ago when they were together. A memory flashed of Robin and Batgirl arguing, her annoyed and him smug as hell.

“I don’t believe you,” he countered lightly.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you believe, Jason. The truth is we aren’t together anymore.” She started squirming again. “Now let go of me and get the hell out of my penthouse.”

He fell silent and simply stared at her before responding quietly, “Tell me you don’t love me or that you don’t need me anymore and I will.”

(Y/N) froze and her eyes went wide. “Excuse me?” Her voice was a whisper, as Jason released one of her arms, his gloved hand coming up to caress her cheek.

“You can tell me that we’re done all you want, (Y/N).” His hand left her cheek, rising to pull the jacket-hood from his head and yank the helmet off. He tossed it on the couch and Jason gazed at her, his teal eyes boring into hers. “But until I hear you tell me that you don’t love me anymore, I’m not moving from this spot.”

He held his head high, looking down at her. “So, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me anymore and I’ll go.” Jason searched her gaze. “I’ll go and I’ll never come back.”

(Y/N) stood there, the breath in her lungs frozen as they watched each other. After a moment, she lowered her head and murmured, “I don’t…I don’t…” She stopped, swallowing thickly, the tears that had swelled in her eyes threatening to run down her cheeks. “Oh, fuck it…I can’t do it.”

(Y/N) brought her hand up, covering her eyes even though the tears were already streaming down her cheeks. “I can’t tell you I don’t love you because…I still do love you.” She lowered her hand, gazing up at him. “And I never really stopped…no matter how furious I’ve been at you.” (Y/N) went slack against him, letting him wrap his arms around her. “Damn you, Jason Todd…damn you.”

His breath was hot against her ear as he chuckled lowly, tightening his grip. “I know.”

She pulled back a bit, looking at him teary eyed. “This doesn’t mean everything is okay now. I still want to beat the ever-living shit out of you.”

He huffed. “I know you do.”

Her voice turned watery. “I’m still pissed, and you’re still pissed and we’ve gotta work through that to get better.”

Jason nodded. “We will, (Y/N).” His hands cupped her cheeks, and he brushed his thumbs under her eyes, wiping the tears away. “I love you.”

(Y/N) nodded, burying her face in his chest. “I love you too.”

Do you believe in life after love?

[willownoir1112]

Hello beautiful people of Tumblr! Wyn here with day one of White Rose Week 2021 to break my silence! I hope everyone enjoys, and I'll see you tomorrow with day 2!

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Love Bites

Summer Rose vanished, and Ruby suffered.

All her life, all Ruby has ever wanted was to belong. She tries so hard to fit in, first with her older sister's friends. But, they all told her to go away. That she's a baby compared to them. "Why would I want to bring you too?" Yang would always declare. "You're still just a baby!" Her friends would laugh with her, call her names as well, and leave her behind just like Yang did.

Her sister's words hurt her, and destroyed any chance of them having a sisterly relationship.

She tried so hard to be a good daughter. But, her father spent more of his time worrying about his troops, his responsibilities, his duties to Goddess and Country. "One day you will understand, Ruby." He would always tell her. "One day, you'll have to make the same sacrifices for a family of your own." His words never changed, nor his actions. He would be gone constantly, leaving her and Yang alone for weeks or even months at a time, meaning she had to grow up far too quickly.

Her father's priorities hurt her and robbed her of her childhood.

She tried so hard to be a good student. But, subjects like english, history, anything really to do with reading simply didn't make sense to her. She could stare at the page of a book for hours and all she could see is a jumble of letters. Everyone called her simple, stupid, a waste of time. "Oh look, it's little Stupid Ruby!" Cardin Winchester would declare every day at school. He and his cronies would torment and belittle her, and once even cut her long hair off. She suffered in silence, her arms the only evidence of her inner pain. Arms she always kept covered even in the worst heat of summer.

Her peers hurt her with their words, with their actions, and made her withdraw further into herself.

She finally stopped being a good sibling. She shut her sister out of her life first, Yang never noticing that Ruby stayed closeted in her room constantly. She was the bright shiny sun of everyone else's lives, with her outgoing and boisterous personality. Everyone's but Ruby's. If Yang is the bright sun, then Ruby has become the darkest moon of the family, and she likes it that way now.

She finally stopped being a good daughter. She did her chores without complaint and without needing to be told, save late at night when her father would already be in bed or Yang too preoccupied with her latest significant other. He never noticed that his younger daughter dresses in nothing but blacks and reds, or that she never let her hair grow back longer than above her shoulders. The career he chose to continue to support his family had a long ago casualty, and Ruby keeps it that way.

She finally stopped being a good student. She kept going to school, despite all but failing in everything. She went through the motions, ignored everyone when they called her things like Queen of Darkness or Salem's heir, or even worse. She ignored the shoves, the bullying, everything done to her until they all finally grew bored of it and her. She was finally left alone to sit in the deepest corner of all her classes, doodling to pass the time until she could return to her room and her solitude.

But then Ms. Peach, the choir director, invited the secretly shy and lonely girl to her class one day and encouraged her to sing. From the moment she heard the piano play, her soul became exultant, and her voice rose in response. Even Principle Ozpin, who was walking by at that moment stopped and listened as the shy, moody, rather dark girl who kept to herself was in possession of a voice that could bring even him to tears. Peach was enthusiastic in teaching her how to read music, how to project her voice, how to truly appreciate her hidden talent for music.

But, Taiyang finally noticed when he was forced to retire. He noticed the true state of his family, and decided to take firm control. He destroyed her growing dreams when he declared she and Yang both were to join Beacon Military Academy to finish school. That they needed discipline and not freedom to thrive like he once did. That neither of his children will follow in his long disappeared wife's footsteps, and lack the discipline needed to succeed where she obviously failed.

He was furious when Glynda Goodwitch admitted her as Ruby, allowing her to keep that one small bit of freedom.

She suffered like never before at Beacon. She was admitted two years early as a favor to her father, and she hated it. Her hate translated itself into her becoming a powerful fighter with her chosen weapon, a red and black fifty caliber sniper scythe she named Crescent Rose, and soon where she was once either dereided or ignored, she was now feared. Even her own sister fears her now, and that makes her happy.

She is the Darkest Reaper of Vale, and she hates them all.

But one person did not fear her. One person saw past her pain, her grief for her denied life. Weiss was from Atlas, a mysterious, inclusive land far to the north, where they say even the Grimm do not tread. A land of dark magic, of creatures even fouler than the enemy of the world. A land even the demiurge Salem has forsaken. Weiss did not fear the Darkest Reaper, and took an odd delight in hearing the whispers about her, about them both.

She has her own secrets, secrets Ruby will know all too soon.

She cannot help but to feel an attraction to the white haired girl from the north. Her porcelain skin is always smooth and cool to the touch. Her brilliant blue eyes are like the clear blue skies she would once sit under with her long departed mother while they laugh and imagine whimsical beasts and imaginary places. Her long white hair moves like the finest of silk curtains as she walks from class to class, her nose turned up to their peers as if they are all beneath her. All except for her. She treats the Reaper with respect, with courtesy, and after a time, holds out a hand of friendship to her, one she takes willingly.

She finally has a friend, a real friend. Someone who cares for her, Ruby Rose.

But certain things stand out to her as well. The way she barely eats anything but meat, and even then almost bloody and nearly raw. The way she approaches every mock battle with the cunning of a predator on the hunt. The skill with which she wields her rapier, a dust revolver styled weapon she has named Myrtenaster, with near lethal intent even during the simplest of spars against anyone willing to challenge her. She is the only one who can stand against her, her own formidable rage and loathing a match for the heiress's feral cunning and ferocity.

But one late night, during a restless night they both secretly shared, a truth is told, and their lives are changed forever.

She herself couldn't sleep. It was the one thing she could always count on being able to do. It was her refuge from the reality of her world, and she retreated to it every chance she could. But tonight, she tosses and turns, she begs and pleads with the treacherous brain that won't stop thinking, and finally surrenders and gets dressed. Taking up her scythe, she easily steals away into the Emerald Forest, the guards ignoring her out of fear. She runs deeply into the darkened woods, no fear for the Grimm that hide in the shadows as well as whatever other creatures may dwell within.

She never realizes that a pair of blue eyes follow her, belonging to the single person who doesn't fear her. The only person who is beginning to secretly adore her.

She finally stops near the old temple to the Brother of Light, which has been long abandoned when he left Remnant to it's fate. Sitting down, she begins to cry deep tears of pain and sorrow. She hates her life now, she hates being taught to kill, to end the lives of others. She despises the fact that she is good at it. She never wanted this. All she ever wanted was to be a good sibling, a good daughter, a good student. All she ever wanted was to belong, to love a certain white haired girl and be loved in return.

She almost screams in terror when the great white furred head lays in her lap, with sad blue eyes that reflect her pain.

She stares at the great beast, marveling at the fact that a wolf has appeared here. One of the few things she has managed to remember from her poor studies is that the Grimm killed all the wolves when they first came to Vale. None were spared, and somehow she knows this one knows that. To her surprise, she begins to pet the wild creature, smiling softly at the way it's tail begins to wag as it whines. And then she begins to talk to it. She talks about her mother, her father, her sister, her life. She is soon sobbing in grief at the sadness of her life thus far, and is surprised to see tears in the white wolf's eyes as well.

But she forgot that sorrow is a feast for the Grimm, and they soon gather around her and the white wolf both.

She makes her decision. She throws her scythe to the ground and gives in completely to her sorrow. She is so tired. She is so tired of being turned into someone she wants nothing to do with. She's so tired of hoping people will finally love her instead of hate her or fear her. She is so tired of dreaming of a pair of blue eyes that will never look lovingly at her. She is ready, and the Grimm will feed well on her. But she doesn't expect the snarling, the sudden sounds of battle. Opening her silver eyes, they widen as she sees the once four legged wolf has vanished, a naked Weiss snarling in her rage as she wields Myrtenaster against the foul creatures.

"YOU KILLED THEM ALL!"

She stares at the rage filled young woman. She's never seen her fight with this much savagery, this much hate. Even in battles in which she is outclassed or outnumbered, she is still controlled. She uses superior tactics, the icy calm she is infamous for, and her obviously hidden rage to still rip victory from the jaws of defeat.

"ALL THE PACKS OF VALE ARE DEAD!"

She picks Crescent Rose back up. The white haired girl is beginning to frighten her, and she does not frighten easily. She watches in growing terror as an Alpha Beowolf appears, howling in challenge, Weiss's answering howl frightening her to her very soul. She watches as the white haired woman tosses her sword to the side and begins to growl as she grows. She listens to the popping of bone and sinew as fur begins to spring from her bare skin. She stares on in horror as the one friend she has ever made turns into…

A werewolf. A creature from Remnant's darkest stories has come to life before her, and is defending her while taking vengeance for the long dead wolves of Vale.

"You will not hurt my Ruby…"

She screams as Weiss leaps towards the Alpha, her fangs bared and her still hand shaped front paws slashing at the creature of darkness. The Alpha charges her as well, it's own jaws wide open to bite and tear at the white werewolf, it's own claws slashing at her unarmored and exposed flanks. She hears her friend's scream of pain as the Alpha strikes harder than she can, and causes more damage than she can possibly manage in return, and she finally leaps into action. Weiss is the first person to be her friend. She is the first person to treat her like a person. She is the first person she's allowed herself to start having feelings for in her short life.

She may be ready to die, but she will not let Weiss die for her own selfish desires.

Crescent Rose strikes the Beowolf quickly, breaking the Alpha and the werewolf apart as the Grimm leaps back to avoid the deathblow Ruby aims at it. But Ruby is enraged now. She sees the bright red blood upon the moonlit ground, and it adds to her fury. She hears the whimpers of the injured wolf, and it increases her rage. She roars in her righteous anger as her scythe becomes a blur, the Alpha soon howling in pain before Ruby's final blow comes in her scythe hooking around its neck before she pulls the trigger, decapitating the beast with one final roar of triumph. It takes her a moment to calm herself, a long moment in which she has forgotten her anger, her sorrow, her self loathing. And then she finally remembers Weiss. In a panic, she begins to look for her friend, desperate to ensure that she is safe.

It doesn't take her long to find her, and her scream of anguish can be heard back at Beacon.

Weiss has managed to get back to a small cave, her clothes as well as some supplies stacked neatly in the back. She herself is panting heavily as blood flows steadily from her injuries. But her tail thumps on the ground weakly as Ruby slides to the ground in front of her. She doesn't hesitate, but begins to treat the slashing wounds, bandaging them carefully while doing her best to ignore the pain filled shrieks from the badly injured werewolf.

"Oh Goddesses, I'm so sorry, Weiss. I'm so so sorry!" Is her litany as she keeps at her work, until the blood finally stops. Until the white wolf goes silent save for her panting.

The sun rises, then sets once more, but Ruby has yet to leave the white werewolf's side. Weiss has slept the entire time, but she has stayed awake. She is too scared to close her eyes, terrified that if she relaxes her vigil for even a moment, she will lose the most important person in her life. But her body's needs will not be denied, and she finally falls asleep, the large canine head still in her lap and her grip firm on Crescent Rose's handle.

She dreams of white fur and sky blue eyes. Of days spent watching the skies and laughing. Of feeling loved once more, and being confident in being able to return that love.

She moans as she feels the urgency of the lips on her own. Of the feeling of cold skin upon her own now bare skin. Of cold hands exploring her body and her own hands wandering across smooth, uninjured skin in return. She moans in longing as lips caress her skin with feather light kisses. As her own fingers discover places on the other willing body that bring moans of pleasure from a voice she has come to adore since beginning at Beacon.

But she moans loudly as teeth sink into her collarbone, a tender, almost loving bite from the woman she knows she loves deeply.

"Ruby…" Her voice is husky as she releases the love bite, full of longing and need. She can feel a certain heat against her leg that is foreign to the cold that the rest of her skin belies. She herself feels so hot, so needed. She has never felt like this before, and she wants more. She needs more. But her eyes widen as she catches her lover's hands as they grab at the hem of her panties, her face full of fear once more.

"Weiss… I…"

"I know, Ruby." Weiss smiles softly at the Reaper. "I know what you are. But I have wanted you for months now. Since I saw your strength for myself. Since I got to know the real you, and not your mask of anger and self loathing that you hide behind."

"Weiss…"

"Ruby, I am the last of my pack." The werewolf informs her sadly. "I came to Vale seeking the packs that once roamed here, hoping to join them and be safe." She sighs sadly, her blue eyes dimming. "I am beginning to fear I am the last of my kind."

She sits up and pulls the werewolf into her arms. She knows all the signs of sorrow, being well acquainted with them herself. "I… Weiss I'm damaged. Why would you want someone like me?"

Their eyes meet, quicksilver staring into sky blue. "Because I have been alone since I was a child. But you make me feel like I am home now." She cuddles deeper into the Reaper's arms. "I feel safe with you, and I know I can trust you with my secret."

Ruby takes a moment to think, to gather her thoughts while considering everything she has been told. But her thoughts always return to a pair of sky blue eyes she loves to look into. Coming to a decision, she lifts the werewolf's face by her chin with a single finger and kisses her deeply, while her free hand pulls her even closer.

This may be a mistake, but it is going to be the best one she ever makes.

The cavern is soon filled with their moans, their cries of pleasure, their whispered words of love, their need for one another. Their lovemaking is tender at times, frenzied at others, and intense throughout. Morning found them once again asleep, this time in each other's arms and in a tangle of limbs, a part of Ruby still inside the white werewolf, who smiles as she sleeps deeply. They wake upon that glorious morning and decide that Beacon has nothing left for them, and decide to seek their fortunes elsewhere. Someplace where no one knows either of them.

Someplace where their future children can grow up safely…

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Weiss declares her love for her, and for the werewolf, she will throw everything away for a future with her...

Ruby opens one silver eye, smiling at the blue eyed pup staring back at her eagerly as she whines. Sitting up, she yawns as she stretches, her mouth opening wide as her fangs gleam in the light of the morning sunlight. Bowing her head down low, she nuzzles the white haired silver eyed pup tenderly before the two of them leave the comforts of the small, modest home she and Weiss have built together. It has been a decade since she and the white werewolf left Vale far behind and traveled to Mistral. To their surprise, as they explored the deepest parts of the wilds of Anima, they encountered a village full of others like Weiss, led by a lioness named Pyrrha Nikos and her own mate, a human woman named Nora.

She had heard of Pyrrha, who had been reported killed in a massive battle at Haven Academy. A report fabricated by the woman herself so she too could escape with her own mate and their hard won freedom...

They had met so many others, who had fled the destruction of their own packs and prides, their own groups and hutches. They met Velvet, who was a kind and gentle soul of a wererabbit and her mate Coco, who was the heiress of Mistral's largest corporation and their secret benefactor. They met Blake, a panther who loves to read, and her chameleon mate Ilia. There had even been a tearful reunion between Weiss and her older sister Winter, who had also barely survived the destruction of their pack and had also fled. They even met a pair of birds who squabbled constantly, an overly violent Raven and her dusty, drunken Qrow of a brother.

But the biggest shock comes when they reach one small cabin in particular, where a lonely woman lives. A lonely woman long thought vanished by the young woman, but who in truth had been forced to leave by the man she thought loved her.

Ruby sobs as she rushes into her mother's arms, Summer Rose holding her tightly as she too weeps in joy. A mother and her daughter are reunited to their eternal joy, and Weiss cheers in her happiness for them both.

They talked late into the night, the white werewolf asleep in her mate's lap as mother and daughter catch themselves up on years of their lives. Summer is livid at how Ruby has been treated, how she has suffered for so long because of her absence. Ruby had been furious to discover that her mother had been driven off due to a twist of fate, as she had been bitten by another werewolf during a mission. She had been bitten to save her life, and had been punished for it.

Ruby made her own decision that same night, and smiled as her beloved sank her fangs into her skin in a love bite that would change her forever. She turned willingly, determined that Weiss, her sister, and her own mother will not be the last of their kind.

She quietly cheered her mother onward as she found the courage to move on with Raven, who adored her and treated her with kindness, respect, and love. She had happily held her baby sister when she was born two years later, Weiss still at her side and a smile on her own face to match the look of peace in her eyes. She and Weiss had themselves celebrated the birth of their twin pups a year later, naming them after both their mothers.

But the biggest surprise is still to come.

She still checks her scroll from time to time, she and Pyrrha both agreeing that they cannot remain ignorant of the outside world. There is still danger out there, both from the humans and faunus as well as the Grimm, and all while quietly offering safe haven to others like them, as well as their families. They as well as Raven and Nora are the defenders and leaders of their small community, and they take their responsibilities seriously. But Ruby had been surprised to find an email waiting for her one day, when she had travelled far to the south before turning it on, a feat she can accomplish with ease thanks to her semblance and now enhanced senses and superior stamina.

She never expected to hear from her sister ever again.

Downloading it, she returns to the village and her mate, asking her to read it for her. Weiss of course does so, having been the one who finally helped the Reaper figure out that she was not stupid like everyone in her life claimed, but struggled with severe dyslexia. She and Summer have been helping her learn to finally read and write, but it is a slow process, one she still finds herself getting frustrated with as well as embarrassed. Opening it, she soon stops to summon Summer, the two of them sobbing at the state of the brawler's life since they fled. Tai has placed his blame on his eldest for her disappearance, and she has suffered greatly for it. Her life is a disaster now, and she has already been in a failed marriage. She begs Ruby to at least reassure her that she is alive, that she is at least doing well, that her suffering is worth it if it means that the sister she long ignored is finally happy.

That they have traded places, and that her sister is finally whole in spirit and at peace.

Pyrrha does not hesitate to give her permission to bring Yang back. To allow them to reunite, so that she can see for herself that her wishes are indeed true, and that Ruby is happy and thriving. She goes and meets Yang at Mistral's airship port, where the two of them meet in a long overdue hug between sisters, and not the strangers they have been all their lives. They return together, where Yang is also overjoyed to be reunited with her own mother, Raven. Ruby herself nods in satisfaction that her sister is on her way to a peace of mind she now enjoys, and is grateful that she too settles into life in their village, calling it home as well.

Only she and Weiss bear witness to Winter sinking her fangs into Yang's flesh, the two of them falling in love in this place they too call home.

Summer and Luna play happily with the other children, who include their cousins and their aunt. They are gentle with their younger brother, and fiercely protective of their newborn sister. Ruby and Weiss have slowly become the leaders of their still growing safe haven, and lead both by excellent example as well as with hard learned wisdom and knowledge. They share a deep, beautiful commitment to one another that many envy, one forged in mutual understanding and undying love.

Weiss Schnee came into Ruby's life, and she has prospered...

[moonshynecybin]

my favorite thing about rosquez is that they cannot escape each other. if you tell vale’s story you’ll have to bring up marc and vice versa, also their birthdays being one after the other is crazyyy. to me this shit is funny asf but I know they’re losing their minds over this

it is like. so crazy lol. not only is your ex also your COWORKERRRR that you have to COMPETE against (and in vale's case he is literally replacing you as the dominant person in the sport. insane situation. truly imagine your ex winning FOUR titles AFTER you decide you hate him and while you are also on the grid like oh my god) but!!! you also have to see him at press functions ! where you are constantly being asked about your relationship. while he is sitting right next to you trying to spontaneously invent telepathy with the power of his stare. like i say you will never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you but LITERALLY. that is what is happening lol. star crossed red string of fate soulmates who are astoundingly divorced to the max.

and then for MARC. like. not only was he your sporting idol from childhood but he's also literally SO famous. and you get asked to say nice things about his retirement (WHICH YOU AGREE TOO??). AND he still has minions on the grid who drag your past with him into it. AND he shows up to races and gets asked about you which makes headlines. like you cant even have a fucking birthday without the entire preceding day being allllll about how awesome your ex is. they are literally NOT ALLOWED to forget about each otherrrrrr not that they would anyways but still. like you are marc marquez you show up at valencia (one of your favorite tracks) and you see this. i would GIVE UP and call him lol.

also its not even the first he's been assaulted with a vale mural. literal visions of his face haunt marc's ass

[agentrouka-blog]

Grrm mentioned Mya and myranda in Sansa/Alayne story as cautionary tales. A bastard girl and a girl who married to old man. Both girls are suffering from society misogyny and can't escape their faith. But Sansa isn't actually a bastard and her marriage to tyrion is unconsummated. She will still consider a prize. I think she will escape their faith and that's why I think her marriage won't happen to Harry.

I am not familiar with that GRRM quote, so I can’t judge.

A much simpler reason to believe that this marriage is never going to happen: Sansa is already married. While an annullment is possible, it’s not as easy as pushing the virginity button on an annullment dispenser. This was a high profile wedding and it is considered legally binding until the High Septon decides it is not. Or Tyrion shows up dead. But we know that won’t happen.

That said, I do think Mya and Myranda are definitely cautionary tales, in terms of how no matter what your station in life is, as a woman in Westeros partriarchy and classism will oppress you. But they also offer us reason to hope!

Mya is all about Sansa’a romantic hopes:

"Mychel's my love," Mya explained. "Mychel Redfort. He's squire to Ser Lyn Corbray. We're to wed as soon as he becomes a knight, next year or the year after."

She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams. Catelyn smiled, but the smile was tinged with sadness. The Redforts were an old name in the Vale, she knew, with the blood of the First Men in their veins. His love she might be, but no Redfort would ever wed a bastard. His family would arrange a more suitable match for him, to a Corbray or a Waynwood or a Royce, or perhaps a daughter of some greater house outside the Vale. If Mychel Redfort laid with this girl at all, it would be on the wrong side of the sheet. (AGOT, Catelyn VI)

THIS was back when Sansa still “loved” Joffrey. Which of course...

Mychel Redfort was the one. He used to be Lyn Corbray's squire. A real squire, not like that loutish lad Ser Lyn's got squiring for him now. He only took that one on for coin, they say. Mychel was the best young swordsman in the Vale, and gallant . . . or so poor Mya thought, till he wed one of Bronze Yohn's daughters. Lord Horton gave him no choice in the matter, I am sure, but it was still a cruel thing to do to Mya." (AFFC, Alayne II)

This mirrors her (to put it mildly) disappointment and later broken betrothal with Joffrey pretty well, but likely also foreshadows a proper love that also faces obstacles of the bastard or other kind.

Now Mychel has come to the Tourney like Alayne’s suitor Harry Hardyng, to potentially serve three years as a Winged Knight. Can’t wait to get away from Ysilla Royce, can he? (Ysilla of the Rhoyne has a husband who can’t stop himself from looking at “soiled” Septa Lemore bathing naked in the dawn, btw.)

Ser Mychel Redfort set one quintain spinning with a perfectly placed blow. He was one of those favored to win wings. (TWOW, Alayne)

(Dragon wings? Hollow knights turning into dragons?)

Something tells me the story of Mychel and Mya is not finished. If Lancel can refuse to consumate his marriage and offer freedom to Amerei Frey, who’s to say others cannot do the same...?

Myranda meanwhile mirrors Sansa politically, somewhat. Scandalously widowed, keeping her father’s castle because her mother is dead, much much smarter than she looks, even smarter than her father. Tell me that’s not Sansa and Alayne both in the present and the future. Myranda is a political player and I have no doubt she will force events to play out in her favor and gain control over her life. And I have no doubt Sansa will come to do the same.

Cautionary tales they may be, but also likely preparing for an unexpected turn-around.

Women are going to be taking control.

[good-rwbyaus]

@honorable-asshole​​:  I need you to know this is absolutely amazing. And for a title might I suggest "rising snow," since the mid is both rising to the occasion and trying to prevent the collapse of what probably amounts to the world economy? 

#Rising Snow AU :: Pieces 12-14 :: mod lilac   [ first ] [ previous ]

honorable-asshole asked: Au where Whitley has actually been running the bank accounts since he was young and keeping the group financially viable

// This AU’s name is Rising Snow now. xD. Thank you to honorable-asshole, both the AU namer and the AU inspirer. 8). Runner up for title namer is azdfox for Whit and Wit. - lilac

12. Impression

It didn’t take long to get a response. After Klein and he had their discussion about Acacia, he found his scroll ringing the next day despite it being set to ‘do not disturb’. It was from an unknown caller with a nonsensical 22-digit number, but he didn’t need to be a genius to figure out who it was.

Click.

“I see you’re the big bosss now,” said the woman on the line; he could hear a slight electronic hum resonating with her voice, a blatantly obvious attempt at voice modulation. So blatant that it told him that she wanted him to know - suppose that was one form of sincerity. Despite the voice mask though, it couldn’t hide the drunken slur in her words, one that he couldn’t help but be irritated by. 

“Only until Father comes back," he still spoke back neutrally, leaning back on his chair and away from the piling paperwork, "so you’re Acacia.”

A long pause. How drunk was this lady?

"I am,” Acacia continued, “so when are you plotttting the hostile -hic- takeover?”

He couldn’t help but snort at that. Come to think of it... that’s what he was doing now, wasn’t he? Undermining his father’s authority and trying to find where all the skeletons lie. Because he had to be the one in control in the end. His father never treated the Schnee Dust Company as a business but as his own personal piggy bank, and now that the bank was running out, the Schnees were in danger of being left with nothing. 

And he wouldn’t be surprised if his father left himself an out. What would it be? A private penthouse in Mistral? A couple offshore bank accounts in Vale? Who knows? It ticked him off greatly, but he had more important things to do than indulge in pointless anger.

‘You must not like my Father very much,” he returned.

"I don’t,” the woman said sternly, probably the most sober thing she said. “Your father took everything from me.” 

“Then why help his son?” Whitley asked. 

"You are you. Your father is your father."

“That’s not enough to reassure me,” Whitley said sharply, “You show up drunk to our first meeting, are using a voice modulator, and don’t even show your face. Are you even taking this seriously? The only reason why I’m entertaining you right now is because of Klein’s assurances that I can trust you.”

He heard something like a choke in the background and then a click. He quickly glanced at his scroll - they weren’t disconnected - she must’ve muted herself.

Another click.

“...Klein’s a good man,” the voice hiccupped out, though her voice sounded more strained - hoarse even. 

“He is. But I still don’t trust you. From what I heard, you’re not just a secretary but an expert on technological surveillance,” Whitley replied, “If I let you into the system, I very well may be letting a wolf in.”

“...You can’t keep me out in the firssst placee,” Acacia slurred. 

“Prove it,” Whitley said.

The sound of typing filled his ears before it quickly stopped.

“My show of -hic- sincerity,” she quietly said. 

His scroll suddenly went dark and turned back on. Numerous video feeds popped into view. The kitchen, his sisters’ bedrooms, Klein in the kitchen, the dining room, the lounge, his own bedroom... Alarmed, he turned towards the bookcase to his side before looking down at the scroll in his hands - it was tracking him. 

He hurriedly walked over and quickly pulled out a book that had a pin-sized hole within it. The scroll’s feed followed wherever he pointed. And the Schnee Mansion was covered in these cameras?! It was impossible for it not to be an inside job then. He shook in rage. Was his father seriously that paranoid about maintaining power - that he’d spy on his own family!? 

His attention returned to the scroll. He took a few calming breaths. 

“I’ve received your sincerity well,” he finally let out, “Another thing that my father will have to answer for.”

Another long quiet moment.

“I... yes," the voice stuttered out quietly, “...you trust me now?”

“I can trust you to put your money where your mouth is,” Whitley corrected, “That’s probably as good a foundation we’re going to get for our working relationship, since you’re clearly not going to reveal your identity. Is Acacia even your real name?” 

He then shook his head.

“Actually you know what? It doesn’t matter now. As of right now, you and Klein are the only assets I have,” Whitley said with a long exhale. A loyal butler and a drunk secretary, better than being alone with this mess. 

‘....Regardless of what happens, I’ll be by youur side,” the voice said, “even if you decide to driiive this company into the ground.”

Acacia... sounded oddly sincere about that, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact the woman was completely sloshed.

“I thought you loved the company,” Whitley asked.

“I loved the people in it,” she said mournfully, “I admired your granddad...” She paused, “Since you have his blood, as far as I’m concerned, the company is yours to do as you see fit.”

“You know that Winter and Weiss are the true heiresses, right? If you really wanted to get the company back up, shouldn’t you be asking them?” Whitley questioned.

“Do they -hic- look like they want anything to do with it?” 

“Hahaha,” Whitley couldn’t help but laugh at himself. That was true. The prize he always strived for was looked upon as garbage by his older sisters - and what was more ironic was that the company was actually garbage. Was he really the only blind one here? He sighed before he shook his head, banishing the useless self-pity away. 

“It’s their loss. I’m going to save this company,” Whitley declared, “I’m going to make sure we’re so entrenched in Atlas - in Remnant - that no one will dare do anything to the Schnees.”

He closed his eyes and looked down at his scroll.

“Will you help me towards that goal?” he asked.

“Like I said, it’s your company,” the voice replied, “I’ll go as far as you want to go, President Schnee.”

He smiled.

President Schnee. He liked the sound of that. But first things first.

“Then since you’ve clearly shown yourself in, let’s begin. I need the budget reports starting from last year...” 

---

13. Efficiency

Having Acacia on board for the past several days made his job easier. No longer did he have to sift through unimportant garbage such as meeting schedules or planning dinners or cafeteria food requests. She instead triaged his work, sending documents where they actually needed to go - he suspected she had a digital stamp with his signature on it - and made sure things got done in the background. Despite the questionable legality and hole in oversight, he found it a welcome thing. He could finally focus on more important matters such as where all his company’s money went or the increasing unrest down at the Mantle mining sites.

He’d seen signs of his company’s corruption back when he took a glance at the budget. R & D had been a black hole where money goes in and nothing comes out. Transport and Delivery had been ‘losing’ more and more Dust shipments. Customer Support was full of idiots he’d fired on the first few day of his job. Security has been demanding more funds to deal with the so-called Faunus threat without any actual evidence to their claims. 

The only thing that’s made profit at all was Dust Mining and Surveying, which was personally managed by the President. It was literally the only thing that was holding this company together.

He picked up his scroll and sent a voice message.

“Acacia. I’ve gone through the budget. I’ll be requiring your expertise. I’ll need information on the following people before I meet them two days from n-”

Klein walked in, not with a milkshake, but with a bowl of spaghetti. 

“Klein, I said I wanted a milkshake, not this.”

“You’ve been drinking milkshakes for two days now, Master Whitley, ” Klein said, “Acacia has again expressed... concern.”

He sighed as he grumpily stared at the bowl, picking up his fork.

“Is she your boss or am I your boss?” he grumbled at both phone and Klein, though no heat was in his tone. He knew Klein was looking out for him, though he was surprised Acacia did too. 

He smiled faintly as he began eating the pasta. 

His parents might not care for him and his sisters, but at least he still had people willing to stand by his side.  

-------

14. Threat

Several men, dressed in suits and blazers, sat inside a large board room; the last chair at the end of the table had yet to be filled. All of them seemed annoyed at being called at this late hour. “What’s going on?”

“Beats me. I was being attended by a masseuse when I got the emergency order.”

“Stop complaining. I was with my mistress when it happened. You know how uncomfortable it is to take that pill and not-”

“Shut it. Isn’t the president supposed to be on vacation?”

“Then how did this emergency meeting get called?”

“Because I called it,” Whitley spoke as he opened the door to the board room. Wearing a navy blue suit complete with a sky blue tie, he adjusted his silver cufflinks slightly and sat down at the end chair. “Gentlemen.”

“Whitley Schnee,” the man to the left of him said in a fawning expression, “haven’t seen you since the last dinn-”

“Shut it, Samson,” he interrupted.

“What?” Samson, the CEO of R&D, questioned blankly  before he quickly stood up, yelling “What’d you say you little bra-”

“I told you all to shut it,” Whitley growled as he glared back into the now hostile room, “Do you know what all you scum here have in common?”

“You’ve all stolen money from my company. Hundreds of millions of Lien,” he announced and turned on the projector with a push of the remote. Budget statements with padded numbers crossed out and the corrected ones filled in appeared on the screen, complete with department names. Bank transfers to personal accounts could be seen. 

Several members of the company’s board had looks of astonishment while others maintained a perfect poker face.

“You shouldn’t make false accusations.”

“This is all fake!” 

“Do you think you’re actually the president?”

“As far as all of you are concerned, I am,” Whitley countered, slowly standing up and turning his back to them, “Klein, please pass my esteemed associates their information packets.”

The butler quietly yet swiftly delivered a manila folder to every one of the room’s inhabitants. Several of them began looking through the contents and immediately became pale. 

“Some of you... Most of you - by virtue of your thieving - have committed crimes that could be considered treason to the Kingdom of Atlas,” Whitley quietly spoke to the now silent room. 

He turned his head immediately to a balding bespectacled man, “Lexington, the heating coils in Mantle should last for a decade per our agreement with the Kingdom of Atlas, so why did you construct them with material that would only work four or five years at best?” he asked before adding, “That’s pretty shifty, especially in light of your recent purchase of a mansion whose price happens to match the missing portion of the budget. Horrible correlation, right?”

“And Rex, what happened to the protective walls down at Mantle,” he asked in a kind tone, smiling, “They should’ve been finished a year ago, so why are we still two years behind?” 

His smile shifted to a disdainful frown, “Tch.” 

“As for the rest of you, you should find that my money is not easily taken. The folders will easily show that I know where all your skeletons lie.”

Quiet murmurs filled the room. Some of them clandestinely attempted to use their scrolls, only to find they had no signal - Acacia’s work. 

“What do you want us to do?” Samson said, the fastest thinking of the lot. That was why he was the closest ally of his father - ally: his father didn’t have friends. 

“At least you’re smart. Not smart enough to stop yourself from stealing from my company, but still...” Whitley replied, which made the man redden with anger, “You will all sign documents to the effect that you are willingly transferring your stocks to me. After confirmation of the transfer, you will then resign,” Whitley calmly said, “If you do those two things, I will keep what I’ve learned under my belt, and we all walk away happy.”

“What?”

“Don’t go too far, kid.”

“You think you’ll survive if you dare take on all of us,” one of the CEOs replied, “Tch. I’m done with this farce.”

Just as the CEO stood up, Whitley delivered his ulitmatum, “should anyone leave here without doing those two things, I release everyone’s information to Atlas.”

“The company won’t survive if you do tha-”

“What you’re doing is a crime. This is blackmai-”

“No, no, no. This isn’t blackmail,” Whitley interrupted with a laugh, “this is simply a business deal, a mere trading of worthless stock for your valuable lives. Now if you think that what I’m doing is a crime...” He shrugged, “I guess I have no choice but to report these things to the proper authorities.”

The room fell silent at that.

“As for the company, you’re right. Losing a lot of important assets at once will impact the company,” he lightly said before glaring at them, “Luckily, all of you are leeches and don’t fall under that category.”

Lexington bristled.

“If you release that information on us, have you not thought about what will happen to your father?”

Whitley chuckled. 

“Oh I certainly have. My father will likely go to jail after all this, and I’ll probably have to go on TV and talk about how sorry I am about my father’s crimes and that I’ll work hard to atone in his place,” he replied, “Troublesome things, yes. And of little worth, since I do agree that the Schnees will be a very hated name in the Kingdom for quite some time.”

“But we’ll at least have the opportunity to recover. The rest of you on the other hand...” he chuckled darkly, "...will probably have long met the firing squad.”

“And as for those of you who think they can escape, do you really think your connections will mean anything once General Ironwood gets ahold of you?”

The room became quiet once more as they considered the question.

“I thought so,” Whitley finished with a calm smile, a smile that these ruthless businessmen would be seeing in their nightmares - the smile of a son willing to sacrifice his own father for his goals. Everything that he wanted to show, he let them see.

“So no more objections? Shall we start the transfer of assets then?”

[weirwoodking]

hi i was wondering if you would be interested in making a meta on the differences between show!sansa and book!sansa bc i know they changed a lot of her storyline but i don't understand why everyone hates on sophie turner? it can be short or inexistent meta if you're not up to it but i would be very interested to know what you have to say

I mean, the differences between the two are pretty simple. After season 4, D&D decided to cut Sansa’s book storyline, and replaced it with their own rewrite. This affected the plots of multiple characters, particularly Show!Theon’s and Show!Jon’s, but most of all, Show!Sansa’s, obviously. George himself has spoken on how much he hated what the show did with Sansa. He said in 2014 that he had “no idea what they were doing with Sansa or where they’re taking her storyline.”

I could go episode by episode and point out everything that’s wrong or is out of character, but it’s kind of useless. The show did not adapt books 4 & 5, it’s as simple as that, everything is different and feels like it’s out of character. For the first 4 seasons, I thought that Sansa’s story was handled fine (I haven’t watched GOT seasons 1-4 in over 4 years, so my memory is a bit foggy on the specifics tho). Sophie Turner isn’t exactly how I picture Sansa to look, but her acting was fantastic, especially for someone so young and for her first television role.

I personally haven’t seen people “hating on Sophie Turner”, but I’m not involved in the GOT side of tumblr, only the ASOIAF side, so I don’t see people talk about the actors that much. I do know that there are people in fandom (not just in the GOT fandom but in fandom in general) who will conflate actors with their characters. I have seen some toxic Show!Sansa stans do this with Show!Dany and Emilia Clarke (mostly last year). It seems to be more of a problem with female characters and actresses (‘cause sexism), and I think it’s really creepy and disturbing. Sophie Turner is not Sansa, so if anyone is “hating on her” because they didn’t like how the show changed Sansa’s story, that’s really fucked up. I don’t know much about the GOT cast, actually, I rarely watched interviews or behind-the-scenes videos. I don’t know if Sophie Turner has said that she likes the show’s ending or something like that, so if that was the case I could see people being critical of her opinion. But even if she did like the ending of the show and the way the writers changed her character after season 4, I still don’t think you should hate on an actor for that. Because the actors didn’t make the show, the showrunners did. It’s not on the actors to get everything right about their characters, it’s on the writers and directors to tell them the story and guide them through their acting. I don’t blame the actors for anything about GOT (no one should), I blame the writers.

What I find is the biggest problem about post-season 4 Sansa is how little regard they had for her character, while simultaneously claiming she was their favorite. I believe their exact quote was “Sansa was the character we cared about more than anyone”. Okay… then why did you cut her storyline? I feel like their whole “she’s our favorite character” act was more to try to defend against the criticism of the cutting of her storyline. What bothers me most is how they just casually threw her into the Ramsay plotline without thinking at all about what that meant. If you’re going to have one of the main characters of the show get serially raped, you need to think about what you’re doing and how to handle that horrific situation. In the books, the Jeyne Poole storyline is handled very carefully. The acts committed by Ramsay against Jeyne and Theon are never really shown, only implied, alluded to, or very briefly described. The show, on the other hand, explicitly showed Theon’s torture scenes, and made Ramsay a much bigger character in seasons 5 & 6 than he is in the books. I feel like they just used him for shock value, because so much of Game of Thrones revolved around shock value and in-the-moment reactions. I think they just saw Ramsay as a character they could turn into Joffrey 2.0, which is why they put Sansa with him. They didn’t care to follow Sansa’s book arc, they just wanted to continue the whole “caged-bird” thing with her, for shock value.

And to deflect against criticism, that’s why they made her so smart and powerful in the final few seasons. There’s next-to-no build up, no character development, no focus on her growth, the show just tells us that Sansa is the smartest character, and the audience is expected to agree. Because D&D did not care about showing her development. There’s a line in season 7, when Sansa and Arya kill Littlefinger, where Sansa says “thank you for all of your lessons, Lord Baelish.” And that immediately stuck out to me, because that sounds like something Book!Sansa would say. The show cut out Sansa’s Vale storyline, where she spends much more time with Littlefinger, and so… what “lessons” is Show!Sansa referring to here? They didn’t spend a lot of time together in the show. I do think that Sansa will defeat Littlefinger in the books, so that line makes sense for Book!Sansa.

What they did was cut Sansa’s storyline, throw her into a horrific situation that they used for shock value, and then expected to be praised when they made her a “girlboss” later on. They basically said “hey, we know we essentially erased this character’s arc and development, but at least we did a feminism, right?” And that’s what really pisses me off. The blatant disregard for female characters, then saying “no, we do care about them! Believe us!”

Lindsay Ellis has a really good video called “Woke Disney” that touches on this. Basically, she talks about how Disney’s recent live action remakes tend to make each of the princesses a “#girlboss” in a very corporate, fake-feminist manner that is very easy to see right through. (I recommend just watching the video, she goes more in-depth into the subject.)

A similar thing occurred with GOT (the show only had one female writer after season 4, by the way, who was a staff writer for season 8. And before that, only 4 episodes were written by a woman). D&D wrote a lot of problematic, misogynistic, homophobic, and racist things. Then they tried to cover that up with (to use a line from Ms. Ellis) a coat of #girlboss paint. For example, I remember after s8e3 (when Arya killed the Night King) came out, that was when the big criticism for season 8 really started. People saw how bad the writing of that episode was, and how ridiculous and anti-climactic it all felt. However, when people criticized the manner in which the Night King was killed (i.e. saying that it would have made more narrative sense for Jon to do it instead of Arya), there was another group of people who called that criticism sexist. “That’s sexist! You’re just upset that a girl did it instead of a guy!” Which… ugh... do I need to explain how idiotic that line of reasoning is?

And that’s kind of how the HBO show tried to get away with its misogyny, not just the misogyny of Dany’s ending, but of the whole show in general. “Look, we can’t be misogynistic, we had Arya kill the Night King! Look, we can’t be misogynistic, we had Sansa become a #girlboss!” Bullshit, you’re just trying to hide your sexism and bad writing behind a facade of fake feminism.

… *sigh* ...

Anyway, nothing but love for Book!Sansa, and nothing but hate for the writers of Game of Thrones. I hate how the show turned Sansa into a very polarizing character, when she shouldn’t be. None of the child characters of ASOIAF should be polarizing, they’re children for fucks sake.

I’m very excited to see where GRRM takes Sansa’s character in TWOW, I feel like she’s got an awesome journey coming up (hopefully involving her discovering her skinchanging powers, taking down Littlefinger, and heading north for home). 

Uh, wow, this got really long… and I’m exhausted after thinking about the sh*w that much. Here, as a treat for reading all the way down to the bottom, have a Sansa WIP drawing that I haven’t finished yet:

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You  ⏤ Oscar Díaz.

Summary: You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 3,714

Warnings: Angst - Smut-ish - Abusive Ex Mentions

A/N: Hola!!!! I am obsessed with On My Block and of course with papi chulo Oscar ‘Spooky’ Díaz! I’ve spent last week thinking on what to write and finaaally, this came out. I am so happy how this turned out and it’s my first time writing Oscar.

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

I really hope you guys like it as much as I do. ❤

The sounds of sirens roamed the air as you woke up for your first official day as a high school teacher in Freeridge. A sigh escaped your lips as you laid in bed. After all these years you were back in the city that made you who you were and made you want more than what you had. Yet you were back in the same block you thought you’d only visit on holidays. Pushing the thoughts away, you prep yourself for the day and head to the school. 

Everything looked, sounded and even smelled the same as it did six years ago. The streets were the same, the tags on the allies and walls were the same. Walking to the school gave you deja-vu vibes, bringing you back to your own high school days. 

“No puede ser,” 

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the peculiar gruff voice. You were so into your own thoughts that you didn’t notice which house you were walking by. Slowly you looked to your left and saw him, Oscar Diaz alias Spooky. 

It was like your body turned into the body of a teenage girl, your knees slowly getting weak and your heart rate starting to rise. Yet you didn’t show him that, you wore your unbothered mask. Not showing him that just by listening to his voice, made your heart beat so fast. Turning to your right, your eyes found him, sitting widely and without a care in the world on the old couch that was in his front yard. 

Years have passed by and that damn old couch is still there… You thought standing front of his yard. He took a long drag of his joint before slowly standing up from the coach. You breathed in heavily watching him walk towards you with his unique cholo flow. His hands were formed into tight fists and he walked slowly with his shoulders puffed and tight.

Oscar stood a couple steps away from you, “What are you doing in these streets? Looking like a high ass student.” 

“You don’t see me in how many years and that’s your first thought?” 

He glanced to the side and chuckled, “That wasn’t my first thought,” Looking back at you, “It was ‘she looks like a fine ass hyna’ pero no lo dije porque esa ropa threw me off.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “It's called casual professional.”

“Whatever,” he said. You two stayed quiet looking at each other, he looked you up and down, clenching his jaw. “No contestaste la pregunta. ¿Que haces en mis calles?”

You scoffed, “Your streets?”

He nodded once as his expression was serious and his eyes were clouded with what it seemed like rage. You recognized the physical aspects of him, maybe a couple tattoos more like the tear on his cheek but it was like you didn’t know the person looking back at you. “Answer me.”

“I’m back,” you told him and his eyebrow rose for a second. It was the first time you’ve said it outloud. “Got a job at the high school.” 

Instantly he laughed out loud in a high pitched mocking one.“¿Maestra? That’s why you're back?” 

You nodded, re-adjusting your bag, “Among other things but yeah.” 

He formed a small flat smile yet didn’t say a thing. 

A teenage boy walked out of the house, he looked like a small version of Spooky. It didn’t take you long to recognize him. 

“Cesar,” you said with a smile.

He gave you a weird look, obviously not recognizing you. 

“Hey…” he stood next to his brother, “Do I know you?”

“Yeah, you just don’t remember me,” you told him with a small smirk. “I’ve met you since you were this little.” You motion his short kid height with your hand.

“This is Y/N,” Oscar told his brother.

“How do you guys know each other?’

Your eyes met his, “We went to school together.”

“I’ve never seen you around here,” Cesar said - his eyes were still confused. 

“I moved right after high school, now I’m back,” you eyes looked at Oscar for a second and then went back to his brother. “Are you going to school?” Cesar nodded. “Cool, I’ll probably see you in class.” 

Cesar frowned his eyebrows, “You’re a teacher?” 

You nodded and looked back at Oscar, “Te veo, fool.” 

As you walked away from him, you heard Cesar asking how could his brother let a woman call him a fool. The grunt escaping Oscar’s inside made you smirk. 

“Don’t ask and get in the car,” was the last thing you heard Oscar say. 

Oscar drove slowly besides you. 

“Y/N,” he said, “need a ride?” 

You looked down at him, “I’m fine.” 

“Ándale,” he was about to persuade you.

“Te dije que estoy bien,” you told him, “siguelo.” 

He observed you with squinted eyes, “Vale, te veo fool.”

You smirked and continued with your path. As you approached the school area, the more you could see teenagers in the surroundings. Everyone was with their individual cliques and even gangs. After going through security and checking in with the office, you went to your classroom and opened it for the students. Slowly a couple of them began to come in and with those, you recognized César with what seemed his group of friends. 

“Good morning,” you spoke in front of the class. “I’m Y/N Flores D. and I’m your new History teacher.”

The class went relatively smooth and everyone cooperated. You stood in the door as your students walked out.

“Heeeeey hermanaaaaa,” your little sister shouted in the hall.

You chuckled watching her do a little dance.

“Sister?” Ruben looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and disbelief.

Jasmine and you glanced at Ruben.

“Everybodyyyy this is my older sister Y/N! She just came back from New York after-“ 

“Alright Jasmine,” you stopped her from telling everybody your backstory. “We are sisters, can’t wait to get to know you guys.”

Everyone smiled awkwardly before they began to walk away. You grabbed Jasmine’s hand and pulled her into the classroom.

“Sis, I really need you to shut it about me coming back to Freeridge,” you told her. “I don’t want anyone up in my business. La gente es bien chismosa.” 

“Ellos son mis amigos, sis,” Jasmine said. 

You sighed harshly, “Well one of your friends is the little brother of Oscar.”

“You mean Spooky?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t call him that,” you told her. “Anyways, just keep it to yourself. Got it?”

Jasmine nodded, “I got you, sis.” She was about to walk away when she turned, “What’s up with you and Spooky? Why don't you want my friends or him to know why you’re back? It’s not that big of a deal.”

Your sister knew part of the reasons why you were back. Hell she was one of those reasons. She knew what she needed to know but everything else was too hard to talk about.

“It’s a long story, Jas. I buried that shit a long time ago. It’s the past,” you kissed her forehead. “Ahora ve que tengo que prepararme para la otra clase.”

Jasmine knew there was so much you didn’t share and you knew she could find out about everything if she put her mind into it yet she respected your decisions. She smiled and winked before disappearing between all the students. The rest of the day was smoothly, putting aside all the kids that acted superior or just were assholes. 

/ / / / 

You stayed later at school making sure you had everything ready for tomorrow’s classes. The block was oddly silent, not a soul in their porches. Back in the day, by this hour at night there were usual viejitos in their porches talking about their days or their grandsons. Maybe things have changed. You could still listen to las abuelitas in their kitchen and kids playing in their living rooms as you stroll by the humble and colorful houses. Walking back home got you even more exhausted, soon you really needed to get a car. The sound of someone stepping on a branch woke suspiciousness and the feel of someone watching you. Subtly you looked over your shoulder, catching a guy wearing green sneaking into an ally.

The scary feeling of walking by yourself never really left you. You’ve lived in sketchy and semi sketchy hoods all your life. Messed up thing was that you had to learn how to protect yourself. Your heart was beating so fast you could feel it through your chest. You picked up the pace and looked over your shoulder one more time, seeing him again only this time he wasn’t trying to be subtle. 

You looked around and noticed you were in a Santo street but there were none of them in sight. Breathing heavily you put your hands inside your pockets, grabbing something from the inside of it. 

How could that prophet be stupid enough to be around these streets?

Turning around you pulled the taser from your pocket and pressed it on. 

“Come on, cabron!” you shouted, hiding your fear with a tough expression. 

The prophet eyes got wide open when he saw the light from the taser. 

You were about to shout another piece of your mind when a gunshot filled the air. Your body instantly froze last time you heard a gunshot was when you left Freeridge.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STREETS!” Oscar’s voice was full of rage.

The prophet looked at you one last time before running for the hills.

You put the taser inside your pocket and looked up at Oscar. He was already looking at you with a worrisome expression in his face. He clenched his jaw glaring at the empty sides of the street. All you could do was watch him inspect the street with his dull eyes. You were still in shock from what just happened. 

Letting a deep breath out, you thanked him. Oscar didn’t say a word but nodded and looked around one more time before locking his eyes with yours. Noticing how fucking nervous you were. 

“Hey,” he spoke with a soft tone. “Let me take you home.”

If the circumstances were different your answer would have been a straight up no but deep down the fear of crossing with the same prophet made you say yes. Oscar opened the door of his passenger seat, watching you walk by him and get inside his beautiful red Impala.

“You’re staying at your old place?” He asked and you nodded. 

The drive was quiet and quick, given the fact that your house wasn’t far from the spot. He parked the car and the thought of just saying thank you and walking out of that car crossed your mind. Yet you couldn’t just say that and walk away. You looked at him and like always he was already looking at you. 

“I’m staying in the back,” you spoke. “I don’t wanna worry Jasmine.” 

Oscar clenched his jaw, “Want me to walk you to your door?”

“Only if you want to,” you said. 

The two got off the car in silence and walked through the back. You heard Jasmine talking in her room as you walked by her window. The door of the small studio in your backyard cracked when you opened it. Strolling inside you looked over your shoulder to see Oscar waiting in the front entrance. He stood there with both hands inside his pockets, the black flannel flowing with the breeze. 

“You gonna stay there or come in?”

He entered slowly unsure of what he was doing, glancing down he noticed all the open and unopened boxes laying on the floor. He wanted to ask when did you come back and why but instead he watched you put your bag on the chair of the small dining set placed to the corner of the studio right next to the kitchen. Then he looked at your messy bed, he couldn’t hide the small smirk reminiscing how you never used to make your bed years ago. 

You took off your shoes and put them next to your old dresser and noticed how Oscar was roaming your place with his eyes. Biting your lower lip you cleared your throat to gain his attention. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” Your voice was soft. 

“Got Corona?” He asked, standing next to your small dining set. 

You smirked opening the fridge and taking two Coronas from it. “Te puedes sentar, you won’t get any taller.” You told him as you opened the beers and sliced fresh lemons to squeeze inside. He chuckled lowly and took a seat.

Placing the beer in front of him, you sat down in front of him. “Why so quiet?” 

He pouted glancing to his left side not knowing if he should ask the million questions he had inside his head. You sighed harshly, getting impatient with the awkward silence. 

“Why are you back, Y/N? After 6 years?” Oscar looked into your eyes. 

You took a big sip of your beer, trying to gulp down the nerves. If you told him the real reason for being back, everything would escalate to a level not even God would pull it down. 

“Jasmine,” you half lied. 

“Your sister is kind of crazy,” he said with a small smile, “not offense.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know - she’s something else… Our mom left her and she’s been taking care of my dad all by herself. I couldn’t let my little sister go through all that alone.”

“I heard about your mom,” he swallowed, “I’m sorry she’s back on that shit.”

Your look went down to the corona, feeling the sadness of the whole situation. “Jasmine hid it from me for a whole summer.” You looked back at him, “I-,” you sighed feeling how the lump in your throat got tighter, “I don’t know how she held it down for two whole months.” 

“She might be crazy but she’s strong as hell,” he said. 

You felt proud of your little sister, Oscar was right she was so strong even more than you.

“Why did she hide it from you?” Oscar leaned forward, his focus completely on you. 

Licking your lower lip, you took a deep breath in, searching for the right answer. You didn’t want to tell him but for fucks sake it was Oscar. The man that years ago you could tell everything. He was the person you went to when your life was falling down. Without looking him in the eye, you began to reply with eyes on the corona wrapped by your shaky hands. “She didn’t want to ruin what I had in New York.”

“What you had in NYC? ” He said. 

You were still looking at the beer but you could feel his eyes on you. “I-,” once again you paused to think of your answer. “I had a good job, really loved teaching to the kids,” the corner of your mouth lifted thinking of how much you missed your students. “My apartment was okay-,” 

“How was the gringo?” he cut you off. 

“What?” You cocked an eyebrow.

He leaned backwards, “Te fuiste a NYC para hacer una vida perfecta. ¿No me digas que de una no encontraste al gringo perfecto?” Oscar's tone had some anger in it as his eyes but more than anger was resentment. “Did you find him?”

“I did,” your reply was blunt and hurtful for him.

Oscar’s head roamed as he glanced in the studio before leaning in with frowned brows. “Where is he?” 

You stood up and drank a big sip of the beer. Needing to feel some distance between you and Oscar, you sat on top of your counter. “He wasn’t the charming prince I thought he was.” You had another big sip. “He ended up being a fucking phsycopath.”

Oscar stood up, having a sip of his beer. “Did he do anything to you?” The thought of a man laying a hand on you or hurting you in any way made his blood boil. He continued to get closer to you. 

“He did…” you confessed, “Let’s just say it was a rough two years.”

Suddenly Oscar’s rage features turned soft, knowing that you got hurt, hurted him in so many ways. He placed the beer on the counter, looking you get smaller and look down. 

“Hey,” he touched your cheek tenderly. His touch was so warm and it felt so good, you missed having him so close to your body. He was so close you could listen to his steady breathing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You gazed at him, finally being close enough to see his beautiful brown eyes up close again. His eyelashes were so long, a smile grew on your face reminiscing how you used to be so jealous of that. Slowly you caressed his left cheek, caressing his teardrop tattoo. This new tattoo had so much meaning behind it. Things between both of you have changed but being this close to him felt like home. Oscar shuddered at your soft touch. God it’s been so long. So long that you didn’t realize he could still make you feel this way. 

He was standing between your legs, all this time you’ve been observing how stronger he looked but having him this up close changed the perspective. Your heart began to beat faster as he got closer to you even when there was no more space in between.

Your eyes were on his plumped lips for a second, catching how he licked his lower lip and you mimicked the act. His stare was on your lips and his strong big hands on your thighs, pressing into your body. 

Suddenly you didn’t feel the six years that had passed by. In that moment you felt like the teenager that was in love with Oscar. The teenager that would sneak out of her house to see him. 

His lips weren’t kissing you but you wanted it so badly and waited for it urgently. Oscar hand traveled from your thighs to your lower back, gripping softly. He let out a hard and warm breath. 

Letting your heart rule over your head, you pressed your lips against his and if felt like sparks were lit on fire inside you. Oscar continued to kiss you, giving up and doing what he’s been thinking about since the minute he saw you walking down his street. The kiss was long and slow, you took your time to taste his lips. Butterflies you thought were dead and buried began to surfer out the longer you were lost on his lips. Your hands traveled from his chest to the bottom of his flannel, slowly you began to undo the buttons of the shirt. He stopped kissing you for a second, looking down at what your hands were doing. 

Oscar’s eyes went back to yours, watching you catching your breath. “Are you sure?” 

The button of his neck was undone leaving a spot of skin which you pressed a kiss there. You continued leaving a trail of kisses from his neck, traveling to his cross tattoo, and finally meeting his lips. This was the consent he needed to continue what the two were thinking. Your fingers proceed to undo the next buttons until there is none left. He never stopped kissing you as he took his flannel off, he was wearing a black tank that also came off his body. 

He took off the buttons of your white blouse in no time leaving you with only your bra. Moans escaped your lips with every kiss Oscar left on your neck, chest and collar bone. You were giving in the extasis of the moment and you couldn’t wait to travel the galaxy tonight. 

“Hey sis are you ho- HOLY SHIT!” Jasmine screamed. Oscar spooked turned around, her eyes widened as she seemed a ghost. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

“JASMINE!” You shouted, “Get the fuck out!”

She pumped in her inhaling to control the possibly asthma attack this was going to give and ran out of your place.

You rested your head against the wall, watching Oscar looking at your sister run inside her room. He turned to look at you, his eyes dissapeared when he grinned. The two started laughing so hard that your stomach began to hurt. 

The comedic moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. You stayed on the counter watching him pick up. “Que paso compa?” he said to the person on the other side of the line. Oscar’s eyebrows frowned transforming his expression into a serious one. “I’m on my way,” he said before hanging up. 

“Gotta take care of business,” he told you. 

You nodded in understanding, “It ain’t easy being king.” 

He scoffed, shooting you a killer grin, “De veras que no.” He put on his black tank and walked to the door. 

“Oscar,” you called and he turned, “Gracias por lo de hoy. I don’t know what would happen if you didn’t show up.” 

The corner of his lips curved up, “I did nothin’ you already had it handled, mama.” He said before turning completely. “Nos vemos fool,” he almost whispered and that made you smile. 

Your smile didn’t vanish as you took in how good he looked walking away. 

Running your fingers through your long locks you let out a loud sigh, processing what had happened a couple minutes ago. You laughed at yourself thinking how it only took less than seventy two hours of being back to Freeridge and you already were getting involved with Oscar. 

“No vas volver con el Oscar,” you mocked yourself at the pep talk you told yourself on the plane back home. Getting off the counter, you shook your head to the sides. “Eres una pinche pendeja.” 

PART TWO 

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