#yeah this is why they’re my otp forever

[clockwork-carstairs]

you ever lie awake at night and think about how jem and will never truly got to be together when one of them wasn’t cursed, dying, or a silent brother, and they still loved each other so much? it makes the vision in gotsm where they get to be young together with no illness, the knowledge of no curse, and no emotion-muting powerful runes, so much more moving…when you realise they never got that chance in their real lives.

I just think sometimes of an ideal world, untouched by time, where they get to be parabatai without any of the tragedy, and will, jem and tessa are all happy together side by side.

[liam-summers]

Something about almost everything in Buffy and Angel’s lives being complicated, including their relationship, but the one thing that’s entirely UNcomplicated is their love for each other. Like it’s really just so simple and they never pretend otherwise…even after they break up, they’re both like “yeah I fucking love this person with my entire heart” at the slightest mention of the other. They’re so gone for each other, ALWAYS.

[dukeofdelirium]

Hi....if you don't mind me asking, who are your top 7 favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon) and your top 7 favorite characters ever from any media? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hi!!! It’s no problem at all I love to talk about ships <3333

1) Lawlight from Death Note

what can I say about this ship that hasn’t been said? They make me genuinely insane and they hit in ways… I’ve been obsessed with and have actively shipped them for over half my life lol. They are my ultimate OTP. I don’t even really care for e2l pairings personally but lawlight to me is just Different and those that get it get it

2) Kataang from Avatar: The Last Airbender

Literally they were the first ship I ever shipped. I’ve shipped this pairing since I was like 8 years old. They are very near and dear to my heart and they are so cute and perfect together and they spark so much joy and I am SO EXCITED for the movie!!!!

3) Byler from Stranger Things

I am obsessed with this ship. I love them so much and I am rooting for their endgame in the final season! I love the analysis the byler shippers come up with and they’re genuinely such a fun ship to me

4) Eremika from Attack On Titan

This ship makes me rabid I’m serious. I spiraled so bad after I finished AOT and devoured like 20 fics to cope. They ruined my life etc but I love it

5) Nezushi from No.6

I don’t like the anime much (because it rlly cuts so much of the story) but the manga and the novels are amazing! I love the story overall and the characters individually so the fact there’s a canon gay relationship is such a bonus

6) Blackswan (Jacob x Bella) from Twilight

Stephenie Meyer will pay for her crimes lmao we were legitimately robbed of their endgame and idc what anyone says. Team Jacob till the day I die fr

7) Quimbry/Quil x Embry from Twilight (me and my friends decided on the ship name lol)

I don’t have a gif cuz these characters are so minor they hardly appear but do I ship the hell out of them? Yes! Are they canon? Hell no! Should they be? Yeah and that’s why I’ve written over 100k for fanfic for them on my ao3 lol

As for favorite characters, I gotta rlly think on this

🤔🤔🤔

My favorite character of all time is Light Yagami from Death Note. I fucking LOVE his character so much. I just love everything about him. The way he’s written, the nuance, his whole aesthetic. It’s so *chefs kiss* and I have so many thoughts about him. I am NOT one of those death note “fans” that hates Light or drags his character lol. I am a Light enjoyer unapologetically and he imo is one of the best villains of ALL TIME

Another character I love immensely is Carl Grimes from The Walking Dead comic book. Not the show cuz the show is trash! I used to relate so much to Carl growing up bc I read the comic book as a teen. He’s forever cemented as one of my favorite characters of all time. Also I love the character design and how he’s kind of an anti hero

I also love Ellie Williams from The Last of Us 1 and 2 for the same reason. She reminds me a lot of Carl in the “anti hero” sense. She’s also such a badass. Love those video games !!!!

I also love Eren Yeager from Attack on Titan. Can you tell I like morally questionable characters? Lol. Eren was always and will always remain my favorite character in AOT. He’s kind of crazy but I like it lol and I kind of relate 🤣

Aang from ATLA is also one of my favorite characters. He’s got a sick character design, I love the way he’s written and he’s genuinely a huge comfort character to me. His character arc makes me cry it’s so well done and I love his personality. His character makes me very happy :)

Lastly I think another fav character is Will Byers from Stranger Things. I relate heavily HEAVILY with him. Not only that he’s an artist like me, or his personality which is similar to me as well, but also his upbringing with an abusive father and lastly the fact he’s canonically a gay guy like me makes me feel very represented in the show. He’s my favorite in the entire cast of characters. Love him to death and Noah Schnapp was such a perfect cast and he acts his ass off every second of screen time

Thanks for sending me questions!! :) I love talking about ships and characters this was fun!

[brookiidookiii]

what are your favorite and least favorite ships? 👀

Oh boy do I have a lot of opinions

- tbh I like a lot of Jo ships. Jock joeather jomaria,, ngl lately I’ve been in a joeather mood. Her x any girl is always a classic. The only guy I can ship her with is brick really 😭 I think they have really good chemistry. And I am a sucker for rivalries + it’s been a childhood OTP. I low key thought they were gonna end up together when I first watched s4.

Now I could write essays on joeather forever. Their rivalry could’ve been something great but the writers were awful. I think Jo should kiss her enemies

- yeah sorry I’m a duncney enjoyer and I do not care how toxic they were. Adds flavor. Heathney is excellent too. Courtney just needs someone who will enable her bad behavior (also sorry I prefer heathney over gwourtney). The TikTok fandom is really annoying about duncney tho because I’ll see videos about how “why does no one ever talk about how toxic duncney is :(“ while all the tumblr fandom does is talk about how they can make them worse lmaooo

- samkota is my favorite canon couple

- MKulia duhhhh I’ve been a shipper since I watched the reboot, which I started watching probably a month before s2 got released. Toxic yuri

- Chemma in the sense that it’s ironic and I can just make memes about them I don’t actually like them

- gwoey ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

- Trent x Lindsay is a secret rarepair of mine. They can be cute

- SKYELLLAA as much as I love toxic yuri I love wholesome stuff too. I think they are neat

- sanders x MacArthur. Idek how to explain what kind of relationship they’d have but I think they are both butch lesbians. MacArthur you are my lord and savior

Okay least favorites let’s go. Also heads up I don’t really care for any of the m/m ships 😭 mostly because I don’t care for many of the male characters lol

- zoke. They didn’t even do anything wrong like I LIKE them but they’re just so boring and unentertaining that what’s even the point yk. And when Zoey got superpowers after Mike left. Stop. Secondhand embarrassment. Like in s4 they were obnoxious at best but in all stars that made me truly pray on their downfall. I like fanon zoke.

In my mind they had a sweet romance that lasted a few years until they got a bigger divorce and left on good terms

- any and all Noah ships sorryyyy he’s overrated and I don’t like Noah at all. I don’t get the hype around alenoah it’s not that good. Everytime someone calls MKulia yuri alenoah an evil politician gets another year added to their life. I don’t like you. Like I get why people like noco. Just pure fluff, which isn’t for me, and they did have that ear kiss which was something, but I still hate it

I saw someone say alenoah was basically just aleheather without heather and yeah. Everytime I see someone list out the reasons Alejandro would be into Noah it’s just the same reasons Alejandro’s into heather.

Also MKulia is more like joeather anyway but whateva,,

- I don’t even make that many sexuality headcanons bc I guess I just don’t think about it but I can tell you who’s straight. Damien is straight. He is the most heterosexual person the series has ever made. I don’t think he should be shipped to with men. Also Wayne is straight

- sugella because as much as I love toxic yuri, that doesn’t even sound like fun toxicity just misery. It’s not for me 😭 I still stan sugar tho

- ripaxel. I tried to like it SORRRYYYY ripper is annoying and he needs the death penalty. Everytime they’re compared to jock I lose a year off my life. Ripaxel is what jock haters think jock shippers like. You are all wrong.

Axel is my queen and lord and savior. It’s okay babygirl we can ride off into the sunset together

- prileb. Why did it exist. I hate this. But seeing priya in love was pretty cute I gotta admit

- gwuncan. Self explanatory

- Scottney cause wtf 😭😭😭 once again I like them in the sense that I can make memes about it but bro SCOTT???? Courtney you can do better than that thing. Scott has skidmarks

- fanon brott 💀💀💀 I don’t like fanon brick in general. Y’all do him dirty. Ong Scott would not let brick use him as his Barbie doll for clothes. Scott would make fun of brick for liking fashion. Do you know nothing about Scott? Saw someone once say that they would watch legally blonde together HELL NO.

Also I really really hate that when I go out looking for jomaria fanfics, they’re only ever tagged as side couples in brott fics. Are you kidding me.

- bro the malejandro fanfics 😭 who is writing these things. Some of those titles make me lose it. I think we all should stop acknowledging mal and all stars existences

- gwody. Once again that big ass chin motherfucker doesn’t deserve Gwen.

- Jo x any other guy. Sorry. She doesn’t deserve any of those fuckers. Jock is the exception because at least he’d treat her right but even then he’s just a guy

- I don’t like Scott x anyone in general. Even Dott I’m hesitant because it would never work out and that’s what makes it soooo fun to explore because in the end she always ends up killing him

bruh most of these yaoi ships piss me off idk I don’t get the appeal for any of them. But I draw whatever people ask from me idrc it’s not a big deal LOLLL

Also this fandom is so goddamn cringe for calling straight couples yuri/yaoi. YOU LOOK EMBARRASSING OKAY

There’s a lot more couples I dislike than like tbh. I don’t think this fandom or its opinions sorry guys

[ccaptain]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

In case me and @predvestnik roleplaying them from the start wasn't clear enough: CHAEYA. I fell for these two down a well immediately. Unashamedly obsessed with them.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Most things that don't border on the standard taboo/wrong things tbh. I like a lot of dynamics as long as the muses click or develope in a way that click together and flows natural, I'm game to see where they go as long as we don't have to force them together- not like in a room and tossing the keys, I'm talking about forcing the muses to interact with stuff that just doesn't feel natural btw...

I also love fluff. Fluff that goes somewhere, fluff that goes nowhere........ just cute stuff. Fluff after a good development between muses, some introspective threads that I absolutely lose my mind for, and some angst if I'm in the mood and it needs to be planned in a way that doesn't suddendly break the relationship forever. 

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Minor/Adult, as a normal person, is completely off the table, and also mentor/mentree makes me uncomfortable. This goes without saying.

I have two old OCs that are 43 and 55 respectively, so I'd say 10 years gap is okayyyyy-ish...? As long as it's a reasonable one (ex. 34 and 44) with both parts as CLEAR adults.

Are you selective when shipping?

HOO BOY. YEAH. I need to be comfortable with someone and definitely have a trial ship period to see if they click, and I only ship with people I have talked OOCly. That's not negotiable, sorry. I like discussing our replies with my partners when we can get around to it or I'll cry (this is a joke).

I'm also very inclined to quietly pull away in case I feel I'm being relegated to the last possible tier of your priority list in terms of threads/asks or if I perceive a big dip of interest without an explanation to why, but I like to think I'm getting better at communicating when I feel this is happening. Doesn't mean I'm always successful in it tho :(

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

HMMMM I'd say as soon as one of the muses involved start feeling aroused- if the thread progresses into doing the horizontal tango, it's all going either on Discord or under the good ol' read more. I'm not super comfortable doing NSFW stuff between muses unless there's trust built up and I'm certaintly not a fan of smut becoming the center of a dynamic once it's brought in.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I ship WrioKae with Lauri and SamKae in the H:SR verse with Terios and I'm happy like this <: I'm very comfy where I am now!

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Ask and perhaps enstabilish a bit of OOC communication with us telling eachother a bit about our muses and sharing some ideas. Otherwise you'll find be screaming and flailing around like a scared hamster made of anxiety. I won't know where to put my foot if we don't. :(

How often do you like to ship?

Not a lot! I usually select a few people I'm comfy with and sit in a corner huddled with them. I didn't had particulary good experiences with ships before making Kaeya, so I'm naturally a big cagey when it comes to that. I also tend to just distance if something happens or I perceive it's happening, but I'm getting better at that.

Are you multiship?

Yessssss but I'm pretty selective... if it clicks and we kinda know eachother, I'll ship it and be happy with it. Most of my verses are closed, ship-wise. Whoopsie.......

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I'm ship-eeeehhh. If it happens, good, and if it doesn't happen it's still okay. As I said, it has to be kinda naturally happening for me to like the dynamic. THOUGH, once our muses click I'm obsessed for real. Ask Terios and the daily 93848383 things I put in the server about these two disasters DKSAFHSJDF

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Every single one I have with my friends. I do wanna say that there are certaint dynamics I would like to try though,,,,,,,,, not naming any names..........

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Throw a dart and hope it sticks to me.

In all seriousess, knowing eachother a little bit without it being overwhelming for us both and then shuriken-ing ideas to eachother and seeing which ones stick and can be developed is a good start and will continue the communication steadily.

Tagged by: @daybreakrising YIPEE Tagging: I'm pretty sure everybody already did this and I'm 4 days late with a starbucks so take it from me, but in case some haven't: @dupliciti, @predvestnik?

[ikari-cat]

Miss your ikarishipping contents, lately I feel nostalgic about this ship. I miss your fankid Blake. I wonder how would be Paul and Dawn's daughter physically and personality according your point of view.

So I actually did doodle their daughter once, but WAY back in the day:

But decided to doodle the duo today, I probably named her something different back then but couldn’t remember 🫥 so I picked Liv to continue the one syllable name trend in the family lol (but also never really saw them having more than one kid 🫡)

Also, since I deleted my inbox to start fresh, this seems familiar to an old message that was in my inbox, so if I’m right and you’re wondering why I’m not really active with ikarishipping as much now THEN

Long story short, I pretty much have moved on from overall pokeani due to the characters never growing up. That, and after the whole fiasco with the creep I dealt with centering on Dawn + trademarking overall headcanons + vague shit talk - OVERALL I had to take a huge step back and realize being a highly sexual adult in a general kids fandom isn’t the best of ideas. OBVIOUSLY, I’m not saying it’s bad if you are an adult fan still engaged in the community, but for me the fandom just wasn’t ideal for me anymore.

ESPECIALLY when both of them returned in Journeys, and as expected, nothing really changed in their respective partings with Ash 🫤 at this point I feel much more engaged with sasu/saku | rey/lo | dimi/leth due to the characters mainly being adults + having more material to work with + their respective settings were more MATURE vs the pokeani setting. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve side eye the Pokémon franchise as a whole and well you can guess why 💀

Overall I’m not saying that I’m like DONE with this ship, I’m just WAY more cautious now due to characters being forever 10, and despite most of my content centered on them IS WHEN THEY’RE GROWN UP I also am not a writer 😅 I can doodle concepts but as mentioned it’s hard to do so when you feel more content in other fandoms + my life outside of apps being an absolute mess.

SO if you haven’t sent me an ask to draw them more prior, and this is just someone completely new, then f

I remember one message asked about the comparison of vege/bul and ikari which YEAH I STILL SAY THEY HAVE SIMILAR TRAITS but it was so old I didn’t want to indulge in it fjwiofjwfj besides I think I have prior so maybe I did answer them in another way and I will never know. ALSO,,,,I noticed that my fankid for dimi/leth is similar to Blake in most ways SO it’s really intriguing how I really jumped from ikarishipping to dimi/leth in terms of being highly fixated 🤔

I had fun looking back to the very beginning of this blog with my doodles as I was looking for my original drawing of these goobers, and no matter what, I’m glad ikarishipping was my first REAL otp that opened up my journey in fandoms. There’s still concepts I would love to finish with them, but overall, I’m just glad to hear you still like my ikari content!

[mcfiddlestan]

A-Z Asks

A, C, L, and U

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I'm forever and always going to love FrostIron, WinterFrost, WinterIron, Stucky, and a whole bunch of other Marvel ships. Since I'm currently not working on any fanfic, the ship I currently like a lot doesn't have a ship name. It's the main characters of my original WIP: Alexandra "Xan" Duquesne and Jackson D'Andre "JD" Avery. They're childhood besties (his dad and her mom were BFFs in college), teenage lovers, and as adults they suffer from being idiots in love. Did I mention he was in a boyband? Yeah. It's based off of an *NSYNC fanfic, so. They're my babies at the moment.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Uhh...a few. Pepperony, WinterWidow, or any ship involving Doctor Strange.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Both Natasha Romanov and Pepper Potts are BAMF women. I genuinely adore the characters in the comics and most times in fanfic. But I absolutely hate their portrayals in the MCU. I'll leave it at that.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

So I'm kind of exhausted. I'll name three characters for three different fandoms but I'm totally not explaining why they're my faves. If you know me, it should make sense, LOL.

Marvel: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky Barnes

Star Wars: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi, General Leia Organa

Doctor Who: the Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones

Thanks for asking! A-Z asks

[theia-eos]

IkeSoren Week Day 4

Author notes above cut, skip to cut for the story.

This takes place in my interpretation of Tellius canon. A few years after Radiant Dawn, Ike and Soren are invited to Hatari so that Ike can participate in a fighting festival. After being in Hatari for a few years, they return to Tellius and spend a little while in Tellius before leaving back to Hatari. If you want to read more about my view of Hatari, you can read Paradise on AO3 that details Rafiel’s first year or so in Hatari.

My work is always “no beta - we die like men” but I’m scheduling this ahead of time and wrote it in a few hours because I wanted to do a little something for Ike/Soren Week since they’re my first OTP, but I’m not going to be in town during Ike/Soren week. So, it’s extra no-beta as a first draft. I may clean it up and throw it onto AO3 sometime.

Marriage

Ike and Soren stood on the shores of black sand beach, as far east from Tellius as the land in Hatari went. The sun was beginning to set behind them, the distant ocean already blackened by the night sky and rising stars.

Ike looked out at the horizon and then turned to face Soren. “You still have that sending stone Kurthnaga gave you, right?”

Soren nodded. Ike sighed heavily.

“We don’t have to seek out the land beyond the horizon,” Soren said quietly. “There might be trouble there. Hatari is peaceful, and Nailah’s finally admitted that it would be easier to reconnect with Tellius than to migrate all her people across the desert.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Ike said, “There’d be another new language to learn too.”

“Probably.” Soren smiled gently and looked up at Ike. “You still want to go.”

Ike nodded. “I just hate the fame. So much. I can’t breathe anywhere if people know me.”

“Then we’ll go,” Soren said simply. “If there’s nothing out there, we can figure out something else.”

“Before we go,” Ike called out, reaching into a pocket.

“It’s hardly necessary.”

Ike blinked and smiled ruefully, still grabbing the rings out of his pocket. Soren was only getting sharper as he got older. “Is that a no?” Ike asked. “I did a lot of work to get it right for you.”

Soren smirked and then shrugged. “I know. You tried so hard not to wake me when you used that string to size up my finger.”

Ike nearly pouted, deflated. Soren had known for that long?

“It’s been in your heart for ages, Ike,” Soren whispered, putting a hand over Ike’s chest and taking a step closer. Soren’s red eyes searched Ike’s face. “Every time you’ve looked at me since we received the invitation to Micaiah and Sothe’s wedding two years ago, you’ve thought about it.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s irrelevant.” Soren pressed against Ike and closed his eyes. “I can feel you so clearly, I don’t need to see you anymore to know your thoughts. An ancient custom means nothing to me in light of that.” Soren opened his eyes and he looked troubled, as he always did when recalling how his laguz blood made him so different from a beorc. “It hardly surprises me that herons and dragons never feel the need to formalize their unions with a ceremony.”

Ike smiled gently and leaned forward to kiss Soren. Soren returned the gesture softly.

“Is that a yes?” Ike whispered against Soren’s lips.

“Of course it is.”

Ike smiled, resting his forehead against Soren’s. “Never a simple answer with you.”

“If that’s what you wanted, you should have picked a different partner.”

“Never say that,” Ike admonished gently, picking up Soren’s left hand and slipping a simple silver band that had an engraved message inside onto his ring finger. “I want to be with you forever, there’s no one else I want at my side than you. Thorns and all.”

Soren smiled sadly up into Ike’s eyes, taking the other ring from Ike, a solid and sturdy gold plated-steel band, and put it slowly onto Ike’s left ring finger. “A single lifetime will have to suffice for both of us.”

“A hundred of yours wouldn’t satisfy me, Soren,” Ike said sternly.

Soren snorted, smiling. “I doubt you can conceive how long that is, I hardly can.”

“I just know it wouldn’t be long enough,” Ike said, wrapping his arms around Soren and kissing him. “But calling you my husband from now on might help.”

Soren smiled, it was such a contented, serene smile. And then it turned into a playful smile. “So I am Mr. Hero of the Blue Flame now? Or Mr. Radiant Hero?”

Ike chuckled. “Just Soren is fine.”

“Just Soren then.” Soren rested his head against Ike, reaching up his left hand to lay it against Ike’s shoulder. “A hundred of my lifetimes? You really are the clingy one.”

Ike laughed out loud and held Soren tighter. “You wouldn’t complain.”

“Did it sound like I was?”

“No, I guess not.”

[nettleshuttle]

I'm gonna ask for a character too! Who?

My girl Akiza! :)

ooh very gladly, one portion of thoughts on aki coming right up! (disclaimer: i’ve watched up to 80 eps of 5ds until now, so that’s the scope of my opinions)

how i feel about this character: if my tumblr layout wasn’t enough of a hint, i really love aki. she’s definitely the best love interest in ygo, both in terms of my personal favs (though asuka and yuzu are neat too) and, like, objectively (as in best written, most complex). she’s got some great tropes in her character, fantastic intro and development and her relationship with yusei makes me tear up at every duel they play. also her design and deck make-up are just >>>

all the people i ship romantically with this character: yusei. i’m so glad this is a canon ship because this content brings me undue amounts of happiness. the start of their relation was what particularly hit me, with their initial duel and the one in the hospital, then how he consoled her after the whole thing with divine, taught her to ride a d-wheel (built one for her??) — yusei’s as precious as can be and she deserved someone like that so bad. as an optional no. 2 in this short list i’d put sherry — their ship appeals to me far less, but, y’know, lesbians on motorcycles. i’m a weak human sometimes.

non-romantic OTP: hmm. actually, i feel like aki has little to no relationships apart the one with yusei — she was deliberately isolated from others by divine, then when he died yusei seems to be the only one she really trusts. crow and jack appear really distant from her, although they are friendly towards one another — it struck me when crow specifically mentioned how aki hangs out with the signers not so frequently and i just get the impression she doesn’t fully consider them as her friends. i’d put sherry here because they’d have a nice vibe also as besties on motorcycles and also maybe rua and ruka? aki taking care of them is really nice and though, of course, they won’t be her friends the way a person her age would be, it’s still a good relationship.

unpopular opinion about this character: i wrote that i like the make-up of her deck, so, to clarify: black rose dragon is just great and the overall aesthetic of the cards fits her perfectly, but the way it’s constructed, game-wise, is absolutely garbage. why does she have a plant based deck and plant effects for a non-plant ace? why are her best tuners suited to a different star rating than 7? why does she not have cards that would alleviate black rose’s self destruction? i play rose dragons in duel links and it makes me just livid how stupidly this all was planned out because it doesn’t make sense even with adjustments that konami introduced later — and, consequently, they’re making her play some really bad duels in the show. i mean, she could be so damn strong if they admitted her some properly designed cards? i get that she’s one of the more powerful love interests anyway, but, come on, asuka could have gotten a playable deck and not aki?

also idk if that’s unpopular, but i want to say it: she’s probably the only character in the whole series whose psychic powers feel justified and make sense. they have more downsides than anything else, but they’re still ironed out into a real strength in the end, they add a lot to character, her personality is built accordingly, everything clicks together.

one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: apart from giving her a better deck and a chance to kick some ass with that? definitely a better ending to her relationship with divine. yeah, he was a toxic, manipulative bastard who fucked her up bad in the head, but he was the single most important person in her life for so long (if not forever, before yusei) that randomly killing him off feels so unsatisfying. let her defeat him in a duel? let her break free of him on her own? the guy caused her so much trauma, she should have had the chance to overcome that (and him) on her own, instead of such a bland resolution.

[letstrywritingmaybe]

@muslimintp-1999-girl never apologize for reblogging things on your blog! I love seeing you excited over fandom! Even if I hated it, that’s my own problem, not yours, so no need to worry at all!

I have so much feelings about Jere and Conrad cause I get it, I have siblings and well our relationship isn’t messy like this, I totally get how they could be torn over this but still love and respect each other so much as brothers. And yes of course Jere would look up to Conrad. Conrad isn’t a bad person even if I disagree with his methods (but don’t get me started on that he was actually good all along bullshit either. I hate that trope. Bad boy with a heart of gold, no thank you, I’m over it. Also he’s not even a real bad boy but whatever). He just gets out on a pedestal which sucks for him cause everyone expects so much from him, there’s so much pressure! It kinda forces him to be cast out, yes I have feelings about Conrad too but I definitely care way more about Jeremiah. I could rant forever about this series and the injustice done on all the characters though, but I already sorta did on the main blog.

I have so many feelings about his relationship with everyone, and yeah his mom especially!!! Cause what??? Everyone and I mean everyone favors Conrad. Even Suzanna, yes she and Jere have a special bond, but it was still always Conrad. And it may be because of him being the first born, but it just sucks for Jeremiah. Listen Jeremiah Fisher deserves more love!!! He is the classic depressed but hides it with a smile character and it kills me. Cause he always thinks he’s second best and no one, and I mean no one! Has ever proven him otherwise. And that just sucks so much, it’s not fair at all cause he is good enough and one of the best characters on this show. He’s so real and not afraid to feel, even if he hides the negative parts. I just love him a lot okay, he was the only character I cared for while the books and I stand by this. He deserves better.

I think both the boys loved her longer than they realize, but it’s also complicated. But again I know nothing about the show, only the books. And even then Conrad was just getting excused for a lot of shit, but I don’t doubt his feelings for Belly.

I really love that you get my Tay lyric references <3

Listen the older I get, the more I’m about ships that are the comfortable type of love. The slow and steady, burning at an even pace cautious kinda love you can let your guard down with. So yes I love friends to lovers, especially best friends to lovers.

Okay low key just me projecting but also Jere would say that to her. This book would be so short if Belly just didn’t let Conrad get to her ever.

The angst, I cry. There’s just so much of it for this ship. Like I know Conrad is the one that everyone is like oh he’s the brooding sad one who has to be on his own, but he put himself in that position. Jeremiah never asked for this, he was forced into it. But all he wanted was for everything to be okay and everyone he cares about to be happy.

To me it’s always going to be about Belly and Jere. That relationship is so much more meaningful to me because of how equal they are. I always say the best otps are also a very solid brotp and that’s why I support jelly more. Even though again I don’t have any ships here. I still do believe there is Belly and Jere, and there always will be. Their bond isn’t something you can sever that easily, even if Conrad is the one she chooses (idk what will happen with the show I’m just saying this) There will still always be Belly and Jere.

Taylor is another character I liked because of how real she is. She’s very underrated to me, in the books I always wished she played a bigger role but I get it cause this is Belly centric and her world is those two boys.

I also pictured the head peek! So I’m glad it worked!

He really is that lyric, and yes my bias for open ended endings. They’re my absolute favorite! But of course I always lean towards positive outcomes.

The only reason I considered watching the show was for all the Taylor songs. But then I remembered how annoyed I was the entire time I read the trilogy so I was like nope. I know it’ll only make me more mad. I’m so sure they didn’t choose the right Taylor songs for the ships too, so yeah no.

I’m glad you thought it was in character cause again I only read the books, but I would hope the show isn’t too far off from how they were there. But also the last book was trash characterization wise so… I can only hope the show does better.

My whole heart 🥺🥺🥺 I love you so so much and I always love seeing you across my dash! Please enjoy your special month! I hope you have something to smile about every single day 🩵

It’s august, which means as a Swiftie the smell of salt in the air is upon us, but most importantly it is the birth month of @muslimintp-1999-girl 🩵 I adore you so so much and I wanted to do something special for you. It’s not detco related, but rather a fandom I’m not really in, but your love for these characters and for the ship really got to me. I do have to preface this in saying, I have only read the books and have no interest in the show (I also didn’t even like the books but I know I’m not the target audience). I also don’t really ship this ship, but Jere was my favorite character and the only one I cared for in the series because of how real he is. So this is my attempt at writing a jelly fic, here goes nothing.

(Fair warning it’s more angsty than I anticipated… sorry! I love you!)

Is It Cool That I Said All That?

Summary: Jeremiah’s pov

“Cause I like you. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.”

Belly Conklin will be a Fisher one day. Everyone knows this, everyone agrees this is true.

Just as everyone knows the one she will marry is going to be Conrad.

Laurel knows this, Steve knows this, my own mother wished for this. Hell, even Con himself knows this is the way things are meant to be.

I know this too, but sometimes… sometimes I wish it could be me. But that’s just too much to ask, isn’t it?

Belly doesn’t love me the way she loves Con, and that really sucks.

Who am I kidding? My brother is the best person I know, even if we don’t always get along. He’s perfect, and who wouldn’t love a perfect person? Someone who can do no wrong.

Dad favors him, Laurel has a special connection with him, Steven looks up to him, Belly loves him, and Mom…

Then there’s me, I love him too. Even if he’s an asshole sometimes, even if he thinks he has to take all the responsibility and do everything on his own, even when I want to be pissed off at him and scream how much I hate him…

The truth is, I don’t. Not one single bit. Because us Fishers, we stick together. It’s what Mom would want, and if I’m honest, it’s all I ever wanted too.

All my life I’ve lived under his shadow, hoping someone else would see me instead. And once upon a time, I really thought Belly had seen me.

She’s my best friend, I’ve loved her all my life. How can I not? She and I, we have something special. Even if she’ll always love Con, I know there’s a tiny spot reserved in her heart just for me.

The thought used to be enough for me. Wanting was enough.

Belly likes to think she’s the only one who looks forward to summer at the beach house, but she’s wrong. We all did in our own ways. Summers at Cousins was the only thing that kept us going. Especially when we found out about Mom… and even after, it was still the only thing that kept me going.

The sound of her voice calling me stirs me from my thoughts. For a second I thought I was hallucinating. Why would she be here with me when she could be with Con?

“Thought I would find you here.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

She wears a teasing smile, but her fidgets let me know she’s feeling nervous. She’s not very good at hiding her emotions, but then again, neither am I. We’re both too impulsive, too invested in those we care about.

“What can I help you with, Belly?”

“I can’t just come looking for you because I want to? Why do you think I want something from you?”

“Because it’s about Con and he’s my brother, who else would you ask? Since you’re not with him now, something must’ve happened. He was probably being an asshole again. Don’t let him get to you Bells.”

“… Not everything with me is about Conrad.”

“History tells us otherwise.”

“And since when did you pay attention to history?”

“I don’t, but I pay attention to you. I know you, Belly, it’s always about Conrad.”

She stays silent hearing my words. It’s true, we both know it is, but her next words sends my heart leaping.

“What if… what if I don’t want it to be about him… All my life I thought it was him, but… what if I’m wrong? What if it doesn’t have to be him?”

“But you want it to be him…”

“I did, yes, but not anymore. I’m tired of this Jere. I just… I don’t know, I guess I’m still trying to figure it out.”

“I don’t think I have the answers you’re looking for.”

“Maybe not, but after everything that’s happened… all of the confusion and the hurt… dealing with it by myself, I realized that was the last thing I wanted. And then I thought of you, how you must be feeling the same way. Feeling alone and needing someone to be there, but everyone failing you. I was one of those people too, and I’m sorry Jere. I should’ve been there for you more.”

“You’re here now.”

“Yeah, I am.”

My heart aches seeing the tears well up in her eyes, as she struggles to keep them contained. My feet have a mind of their own, taking a step forward to close our distance.

The urge to wrap my arms around her to hold her tight is one I cannot control. I have to force myself to stop, this will only hurt more when she runs back to Con.

She’s the one to pull me into a hug, wrapping her arms around my waist as she buries her head against my chest.

“I missed you, Jere.”

The fight to stay levelheaded dies, she missed me. How can I deny her when she finally chooses to come to me for once?

Holding her close, I relish in this moment. Recounting every little detail to burn into my memory.

After a beat, I slowly let go. It’s the last thing I want to do, but I know it’s what I have to.

She’s caught off guard by my actions, she wasn’t ready to let go. The implications make my heart race, it takes everything in me not to jump in head first as I often do. Especially when it comes to her.

“Jere?”

“It’s getting late, we should probably go back before the others get worried.”

“Why are you pushing me away too! After I bared my heart to you! How could you do this to me!”

“I’m not trying to do anything, it’s just that I! I can’t.”

“Can’t what, Jere?”

“I can’t go through this again… it’s not fair to you or me or Con.”

“Why do we always have to bring him up!”

“Because you like him, Belly, no. You love him, and you always will.”

“What does my feelings for him have to do with us!”

“Cause I like you. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.”

I watch as a mixture of emotions flash in her eyes. I don’t know how to feel now that I’ve said the words out loud. Why did I say them? When I know it won’t change anything.

“Forget it, just forget I said anything at all, I wasn’t…”

“What I don’t want to forget, Jeremiah Fisher? What then?”

My heart pounds, the whole world seems to stand still, my mind goes completely blank. Is this real? Is this really happening? Or am I just dreaming again?

“I’ve been thinking a lot, and you know, before there was Conrad and Belly. There was Jere and Belly. Even with everything that happened, there’s still Jere and Belly, right?”

“There will always be Jere and Belly. You’re my best girl, my best friend.”

“And you’re mine. Best friend, that is. Taylor will be mad if I didn’t say she’s my best girl.”

We both laugh just imagining the temper tantrum that would surely follow, if she heard us right now. It breaks the tension that’s been lingering around us. It feels nice to be able to laugh about something dumb together again.

There’s no hesitation this time when I wrap my arms around her again, smiling when I feel her reciprocate.

“I missed you too, Bells.”

She holds me tighter then, I can feel her relax into my embrace, and I think to myself how perfect this moment is. Even if it started out messy, I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world.

She peeks her head up looking into my eyes. There’s a shyness about her that I rarely get to see up close. It’s usually directed towards Con, but this time it’s because of me.

“Where do we go from here, Jere?”

“Wherever you want. We can go slow, nothing has to change, until you’re sure.”

“What about you? What do you want?”

“I want you to be happy, Belly, truly and genuinely forever and ever. You’ll always have me, there will always be Belly and Jere.”

It’s delicate, the relationship we have. Just as I know the feelings she still has for Con and vice versa. But for now, I can pretend she’s mine.

Belly Conklin will be a Fisher one day, and maybe just maybe, I will be the one she chooses to wed.

A/N: Okay, I really did want to put more fluff, but it was just not happening. I have many many feelings about Jere, so it just kinda spilled out here. I never thought I would write a fic for this fandom cause I really was not into the series, I ranted about it on my main blog, but I kept seeing you reblog things from the show and I couldn’t get the story out of my head. So I had to write something, and I have you to think for that, so happy birthday to you my beloved mutual! I hope you get everything you wished for! I love you lots! <3

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The Sunshine Undertow (II)

Pairing:   Oberyn Martell x f!reader**; Doran Martell x f!reader; Marcus Pike x f!reader (time travel/Outlander AU) (no use of y/n, reader uses a fake name)   Word Count: 9.0k Warnings: Smut, semi-public smut, language, mentions of rape (not the physical act), teasing, banter

**Main pairing for the fic. They are end game and the otp but things get messy and there are a lot of feelings across the board. (Gif/moodboard made by me)

Summary: Marcus takes her on a date. Oberyn sees her naked. And Doran knows she’s lying. Thank you so much to TJ @pettyprocrastination​ for taking a look at this and helping me get some of my confidence back. 

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The Night She Disappeared 

He looked sharp in the black blazer and matching button down. 

“These are for you.”

Marcus stepped into her apartment and handed her a small bouquet of pink and white lilies. She returned the gesture with a kiss on his cheek before setting them in the kitchen. They’d be fine on the counter until they got back from the museum.

“They’re beautiful,” she grinned, slinging the long strap of her purse over her shoulder.

“Just like you,” he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back in for a real kiss on the lips.

She laughed against his mouth. “Oh! So, you’re pulling out every cheesy stop in the book tonight?”

“You know it,” he smiled down at her, keeping her close.

“Are you going to open my door?”

“Yes.”

“Pull out my chair?”

“Yup.”

“Put your coat over the puddle to keep my shoes from getting wet?”

“Highly impractical, but of course I will.”

“Beat up the man at the bar who stares at me too long?”

“I will wait for him to buy you a drink first–you know, because of the economy.”

“Oh, sure, sure, sure,” she laughed. 

Marcus’s hand was warm in hers as they drove to the restaurant. He liked to hold her hand over the gear shift as he drove with his left–it was just something he always did, only letting go when he had to pass or turn on the wipers. He kissed her knuckles and held eye contact. He let her pick the radio station. His hand always found its way to the small of her back, like there was a magnet inside them both. When he slid into the booth at the restaurant and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear to compliment her dress, it made her lower stomach flip a little.

Everything was always, unequivocally about her. Her. Her. Her. 

Like he promised, he ordered the avocado egg rolls. They were annoyingly tasty. She ordered the chicken, him the steak–they traded bites off of each other’s fork. The food was delicious and they were disgustingly cute. It was enough to make guilt settle in the hollow of her throat about her earlier concerns during her middle of the week lecture. When it came to Marcus Pike–she had absolutely nothing to complain about. But if that were true, why did she feel so shitty about it all?

“You gotta work this weekend?” he asked, stabbing a roasted potato with his fork. 

“Like always,” she sighed, doing the same with a caper that was trying to roll away. 

“Saving lives,” he beamed and she scoffed. 

“More like pumping stomachs of alcoholic frat boys and stitching up thumbs that have fallen victim to kitchen accidents.” 

“It won’t be forever,” he encouraged her. “You’ll move on to your next practicum in December, right?”

“Yeah.” She took a sip of her wine.

He cut another piece off of his steak and pushed it around in the sauce before turning to face her, more head on. “You know if you hate it, you can always change careers?”

“I don’t hate it. It’s just that I’m…” she shrugged, feeling guilty for the weight of the conversation. Another thing to add to the already growing pile inside of her. 

“Burnt out?” He raised an eyebrow and she nodded again as he wiped his mouth on a napkin. “I get it.” 

She knew he did. If anything the definition of Marcus was ‘understanding’. He took everything in stride. It didn’t matter if it was his work or hers. His parents, halfway across the country in Texas. Her increasing irritations and mood swings about life. Nothing seemed to bother him. He rarely if ever got angry and when she brought it up he attributed it to his job and his desperate need to be a better man than his father. 

The chicken melted like butter against her tongue as the waiter offered them another glass of wine. She nodded enthusiastically while she chewed.

“Why don’t we go somewhere this year for Christmas? When you’re on winter break?” Marcus asked, breaking the silence.

She let out a short, abrupt laugh. “Really? What about your parents? They’re gonna freak out if we don’t come spend the week.”

“Meh,” he shrugged. “Let them. We could go somewhere warm. Crystal blue waters, palm trees, sex on the beach–”

“The drink or the activity?”

“Yes.”

They both laughed and she leaned her head on his shoulder. 

-

Marcus had taken them in the back door of the museum. He had expertly sorted through the hundreds of keys on his multiple rings and deactivated the alarm with the confident punch of a four digit code. 

Every shared look was a secret grin, a playful tongue and cheek. He seldom did anything outside the rules and his playful energy and slight buzz from wine at dinner was infectious. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him. She rubbed against the side of his body, nipping his ear as he worked the door, giggling against his shoulder as he fumbled his keys and tried to capture her mouth. 

“Focus,” she teased as he tried to put his hand under the hem of her dress and he scoffed. 

“Hard to focus with you looking like that,” he whispered as the door unlocked and he pulled her into the employee only area. 

The storage where the artifacts and paintings were stored when not on display was cluttered and dark. The fullness muffled the soft click of his dress shoes as he let the door shut a little too hard in favor of dropping his keys and grabbing her around the waist. Big hands and deft fingers pulling at the soft material of her sundress as she shoved his blazer to the floor and started pulling his button down out from its loose tuck. 

“Marcus,” she breathed and he groaned, pulling apart just long enough to pick up his discarded jacket and toss it over the nearest crate. She gave him a questioning look.

“So you don’t get splinters in your ass when I fuck you right here…” he leaned down and kissed her throat and she squeaked. 

“Wow–I forget how much I love Marcus without his inhibitions,” she teased and he pinched her thigh.

“I love you too, smartass.”

They pulled apart just long enough for her to hop on the crate, wiggling her butt back and spreading her legs so he could stand between her knees. His thick fingers reached between them to rub her through the silk of her panties while she worked on his belt. He was already hard against the soft front of his slacks and she couldn’t help but rub him through his pants as he pushed up her dress.

“You’re so pretty.”

His teeth at her neck were gentle, but each scrape left her wanting more. Harder. It was too much to ask for him to leave marks, that wasn’t his style. But it still sent goosebumps down her arms every time he added pressure. 

“No one’s on duty?” she asked against his mouth as he nosed her head up. 

“Joe is–but he sleeps at the desk and never comes in here.” He paused to give her another grin. “You’ll just have to keep quiet. I know that’s hard for y-OU..oof,” he grunted as she tightened her grip on his dick at his quip.

His breath was hot against the shell of her ear as he gripped her ass, lifting her just enough to push inside her comfortably. Over and over. She clung to him. Nails dragging across his shoulders and wrinkling his dress shirt as he pushed her closer towards the edge. 

He deserved this. He had deserved the night out at his stupid favorite restaurant. He had deserved her doting affections, and her tender touches, and their shared laughter. When they were like this, she was no longer the ill-fitting puzzle piece. Things were as they should be. Things were good. Sex was their way back to one another, but she felt guilty being the only one who knew they had drifted apart to begin with. She could give him this. She could love him like this. 

“Marcus,” she gasped and he covered her mouth with his, muffling her cries as he pounded her hard enough to shake the crate she was perched on. 

“Like that?” he groaned and she nodded desperately.

“Just like that–like that–fuck, baby, please,” she whimpered and she reached down desperately for his hand, slapping his arm lightly until he gave it to her. She took his palm and placed it over her own mouth to stop herself from getting too loud. The action made his cock pulse inside of her. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he gave her cheeks a light squeeze and her eyes rolled back slightly. 

She knew better than to ask him to finish inside of her–Marcus was too careful for that. And she should have been thankful, but in the moment it was a different story. She knew he didn’t have a reckless bone in his entire body. 

His lips found hers in soft kisses, spaced between even breaths as he gripped her thighs, then her ass, like he couldn’t keep from touching her. He nosed at her chin, carefully biting his way down to her ear as he waited for his heart rate to slow. Marcus let out a deep hum of contentment as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close. 

“I meant to show you the exhibit,” he said gruffly and it made her smile. 

“I mean I have a pretty good view from here,” she joked, pointing towards one of the paintings on the wall. “Tell me about that one.”

“Which one?” Marcus turned his neck at an awkward angle to keep from having to leave the comfort of her arms. 

“The one with the lady–with the dark hair and the snakes?” she gestured again before going back to stroking his hair.

“Oh, that one,” he nodded. “One of my favorites–Princess Elia Martell. A tragic story, really.”

“Tragic?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, laying his head on her chest.

“Tell me.”

–

Dorne - Now

The journey had taken four days. 

In four days she had been chased through the woods, nearly assaulted, and slept three nights sitting straight up on a horse. She had learned to relieve her aching bladder in the woods without falling ass first into a thorn bush. She had subsisted off of hard cheese and stale bread with the occasional dried meat that was reserved for every other day. Magnus had told her it was meat from a snake, she didn’t believe him…at least not entirely. But when Doran gave her a wink and a gentle nudge, she ate it anyway. She was too hungry to care even if it was.

Her ass hurt from the hard leather of the saddle. Her thighs were chafing and she cursed every fiber of her being for falling through time in a fucking sundress. She would have killed someone for a pair of leggings. Kicked a puppy for her mattress and pillow. She would have committed unspeakable sexual favors for her phone and all of her unread emails. She didn't want anyone to ask what she would have done for her toothbrush. 

She was dirty. Sweat and mud pooled in places that made her skin feel tight and itch with the need to be clean. She was certain that she smelled terrible, but the man at her back didn’t say anything. The prince at her back seemed perfectly content to keep his good arm around her waist for balance and make idle conversation with her while the others kept their distance. 

It was clear no one trusted her. She was an outsider, clearly not belonging and not willing to give them more information than was absolutely necessary. They didn’t ask and her lips stayed sealed. It was better that way. 

The first morning, when they had stopped at the river to refill their waterskins and give the horses a break, she had truly been able to look at Oberyn and what she saw nearly made her fall into the water. 

He looked…like Marcus. 

At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her. They were playing tricks on her and showing her what she desperately wanted and that was to see her boyfriend. Seeing Marcus would mean she was back in Boston. Back in her own time. Back where she belonged. But she wasn’t. And though the similarities were comically astute, the differences still shook her to her core. 

Oberyn had a dark line of facial hair, where Marcus was clean shaven. His skin was darker, more time in the sun, the elements, the climate of Dorne no doubt being vastly different than Massachusetts. In fact, everything about him seemed darker, from his coal black hair void of product to his striking eyes the color of river rocks stoic beneath the rushing water. The nose, however, was the exact same. Strong and slightly curved down the ridge. A prominent landmark of his handsome face. 

“What is it, princess?”

He had caught her staring. 

“Nothing,” she shook her head and turned back to the river, splashing her face with the icy water. She stood back up and went to the horse, wiping her hands on the cloak that hung off of the saddle. “You just–you just remind me of someone.”

His eyebrow raised with interest as he stepped closer to her. He lowered his voice as the other men moved along the bank around them. 

“Judging by the heat here,” he lightly touched his knuckle to the apple of her cheek. “And how quickly you looked away from me–do I remind you of your husband?”

She batted his hand away lightly. “He’s not my husband.”

"Betrothed?" He grinned at the admission and then again when she shook her head. “Your lover, then?”

“I guess that’s a good word for him,” she bit her lip and her chest felt tight. 

She didn’t know why she suddenly wanted to cry. She was exhausted beyond measure.  And it would be a lie to say she hadn’t found some comfort in Oberyn and Doran the last few days. The latter especially. Marcus was probably going out of his mind with worry. He was probably looking high and low, having called the police, her family, her job–and instead she had pulled another man’s arms around her tighter with each passing night. 

The excuses piled up. Most of them relied on her fear and the multitude of unknowns about her current situation. But even that didn’t make her feel any less guilty, especially when any attention from the princes made her gut tighten and her heart gallop. 

He had said her ‘name’ twice before she pulled herself from her thoughts and looked at him. 

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head and wiped the burning from her eyes. “What did you say?”

“I asked if he was no longer of this world,” Oberyn said, putting a hand on her elbow. “Your lover–is he not alive?”

“No,” she shut her eyes tightly as she suddenly couldn’t stop the tears. “No, I guess he’s not.” 

It was the truth. Hundreds of years in the past, Marcus wouldn’t even be born yet–so, technically, Oberyn was right in assuming he wasn’t alive. As ridiculous as the statement was, it still made her breath catch in her throat as she made a soft choking sound and pressed her hand over her eyes to hide the fact that she was about to cry. 

“Shh,” Oberyn soothed her with soft mouth sounds as he turned her away from the horse and pulled her into his embrace. “It’s alright. I apologize for asking, m’lady.”

“It’s–it’s f-fine,” she cried harder into his tunic as she let her forehead rest against his chest. “I’m sorry for,” she shook her head and hiccuped. “I’m sorry for crying–”

When she attempted to pull away, he kept his hold firm. “It’s alright.”

His hand pressed gently against her hair and it was the final straw. She sobbed. There was no other word for the dam of emotion that burst from her mouth, from deep inside her ribs. She let him hold her and she sobbed. The aches of fear, frustration, loneliness, uncertainty, insanity–all of it, came pouring out from the deepest parts of her soul and onto his chest. He quieted her gently, soft murmurs of his lips against her temple to let her know he was there, she was safe.

“Oberyn?” Doran asked as he approached and she felt the younger man shake his head lightly. 

The retreating sound of footsteps told her that they were alone again and she began to loosen her grip on his clothes. Now she was dirty and covered in tears and snot. How he didn’t find her repulsive was beyond her current reasoning. 

“Here,” he said quietly, leaning back just enough to hold a rag in front of her face.

She sniffed and took it, wiping her face and nose. “I’m sorry–”

“Keep your apologies,” he brushed his knuckle under her chin and gave her a kind smile. “They aren’t needed.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He nodded in acknowledgement before releasing her slowly. Nodding towards the horse, he put his hand on her waist. “I can’t use both hands,” he nodded towards his arm still in the sling. “But get your foot in the stirrup and I can give you a boost–as long as you don’t mind my hand on your ass.” 

He grinned and it caught her off guard just enough to make her cackle. He looked at her like she had lost her mind. And maybe she had, but she kept laughing. It felt better than crying.   

-

The mountains and forests soon gave way to sand. Large crags of rock and bare trees with gnarled branches stood stoic in the gentle breeze that blew hotly across the open. Most of the area was flat but off in the distance the dunes rose and dipped, and even further behind that stood the red mountains. Everything was shades of burnt orange. The land was made of sunshine and warmth as if the light touched it all and blessed it with an endless summer. 

Oberyn had tucked the blanket away in one of the saddle bags as soon as they had made it across the border. Doran pushed the horses a little harder. A little faster. The animals didn’t seem to mind, it was as if they could taste home. 

They breached the gates, three large archways that seemed to magically open the moment they came into range. The stone path bypassed the labyrinth that was the city itself and took them right up to the massive palace.

The stone and tan terracotta walls were offset with bronze ringlets that kept the gargantuan towers from all being one color. Large suns with swirling rays were perched on top of each tower, centered over almost every window, and fluttered in the middle of every flag. The sun glittered off of the mosaic trimmings that had been carefully pressed into the corners and the rooftops. 

Her face must have shown the level of her wonder because Oberyn chuckled and leaned down by her ear to be heard over the sound of the hooves against the cobblestone.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” she agreed, leaning forward a bit in the saddle. 

“Do they not have palaces like this in the Massachusetts Kingdom?”

His question was so earnest, she only laughed a little. “Not even close.” 

“Well,” he leaned back, pulling up on the reins a bit as they broke through the last gate and up the incline to a set of large, open doors. “Welcome to Sunspear.”

Sunspear.

The name was incredibly fitting. Just like the planet, the palace seemed to be what the entire city revolved around. It was bright and warm and yet, as they got closer, she noted the sentries on the winding walls, and the guards at the entrance with a few people ready to receive them. It was both beautiful and deadly in equal parts.

Lewyn and Magnus rode up first, dismounting with grace and immediately passing off their mounts to the waiting stablehands. They exchanged greetings with a few men in fighting leathers and what appeared to be the customary orange and yellow tunics of the city. 

“Magnus!” a gruff voice called out and they looked towards an old man, limping his way towards the horses. “What have you done to my Sevana?” He thrust his cane into the hands of a younger stable hand and lovingly stroked the nose of the horse that Magnus had jumped off of. 

“I didn’t do anything, Mel,” Magnus scoffed. “I been riding all night, and I don't need you squalling in my ear.”

“Did you even look at her feet?” Mel raised his voice as he bent over and tapped the beast on the leg and inspected her hooves once she lifted them. 

“What am I supposed to do with her f–”

“She served us well, Melvan,” Doran interrupted, making his own horse stop beside the others. “We couldn’t have made it without any of them.”

“Your grace,” Melvan bowed slightly. “You can't expect any beast to carry around something that weighs as much as Magnus without taking care of the poor creature's feet.”

“Listen, you old man–” Magnus started.

“It’s like a cow riding a mouse,” Melvan exclaimed.

She couldn’t stop the giggle that came from her lips and it was much louder than she intended. As all of their heads turned towards her, Oberyn broke into a coughing fit that effectively hid her outburst. He waved them away as if to signal he was alright and when they turned back around he pinched her hip. She glared at him.

“Doran! Oberyn!” 

They once again all turned collectively towards the ornate doors of the palace as a woman squealed and called their names. It was hard to miss the large smiles that both men suddenly wore as she ran down the incline. 

She wore teal silks that rippled in the wind created by her movement. Her earrings jingled and the gold bangles on her wrists made her sound like a walking windchime. Her dark hair was pinned back with an ornate array of pearls held together with gold thread, and it still nearly fell to her waist. She had the bronze skin and dark eyes of the Princes but her smile was as breathtaking as the palace.

“You’re back early!” she squealed again as Doran dismounted and she threw her arms around his neck. 

He grunted, but caught her around the waist as he hugged her tight enough to lift her off the ground. “We had a bit of good luck.”

“I mi–” She started to respond but wrinkled her nose instead and started to push against his shoulders in an effort to get back on the ground. “You smell awful, brother.”

“Do I?” he raised an eyebrow as she took a step back. “Well, in that case…” 

He caught her around the waist and rubbed his greasy curls on her shoulder as she laughed and protested. Her small hands shoved at him as she tried to turn and reached to Oberyn for help. “Get off! Disgusting–Oberyn!”

The younger brother slid down from the saddle and held up a finger for her to wait a minute as he reached up and helped her off of the horse. It felt good to have her feet on solid ground. Even if it was filled with more unknowns, it felt good to be somewhere stationary, somewhere that hopefully had a bed or at the very least a couch. 

The woman had managed to untangle herself from Doran and shoved him playfully as she hurried over to Oberyn and hugged him tightly around the neck. 

“Oh, hey, hey,” he chuckled quietly as he put a large hand in her hair and angled her body away from his arm still in the makeshift sling. 

“You’re hurt,” she pulled away just enough to look at him. “I knew something was wrong. I knew it. I told Aero but he wouldn’t listen–”

“We’ll talk about this later and you can give me an earful about how you’re always right. But first,” Oberyn turned her slightly and gestured to the other woman by the horse. “Mistress Lily Pike,” he nodded to the woman who had his arm around her shoulders. “Elia Martell–princess of Dorne.”

Her heart stopped–the woman from the painting.

“Your sister?” 

“Hard to believe I know,” she said with mock sincerity. “Thank the gods I was blessed with mother’s good looks.”

“But none of her common sense,” Oberyn muttered and Elia elbowed him in the ribs hard enough to make him grunt out a puff of air.

“Where did you find this one, brother?” Elia jerked her head to the other woman and the Prince smiled.

“Doran found her,” he started to explain but stopped, a tightness settled in his mouth that she didn’t quite understand, but he shook it off quickly. “Insisted she come with us.”

“Well, you look like you’re in need of a hot bath and some food,” Elia nodded. “And most definitely ten minutes of peace from this sorry band of ruffians.”

“Honestly, if you could give me somewhere vaguely flat, I’d be ecstatic,” she laughed. “I’m tired of sleeping sitting up on a moving animal.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Elia looked positively appalled as she took her hand and started to pull her away from the group. “Let’s get you cleaned up and fed…and some better clothes.” Elia eyed the dirty, torn sundress with curiosity.

“Thank you, sister.”

“Thank you, Elia.”

The brothers said almost in perfect unison behind them as the princess waved them off and kept walking. She stopped short when the new woman stopped walking and looked back over her shoulder. Elia gave her a quizzical look before following her gaze.

“What about him?” she asked, nodding to Oberyn. When Elia raised an eyebrow, she continued. “He’s hurt–more than he lets on.”

“I’m fine, Lady Pike,” Oberyn started to protest but she cut him off.

“He’s not fine,” she shook her head. “I bandaged his side but I didn’t have the right supplies. It could get infected–you know, with fever, and–and swelling?” She tried to explain in terms that were more common for the time but Elia looked like she understood. 

The princess nodded before looking back to Oberyn with her hands on her hips. “You heard the lady–come along.”

Oberyn rolled his eyes and huffed loudly, but he followed.

–

Elia moved around the room as she collected the things that were needed. She seemed curious about Pike but not distrusting in the least. She listened, and nodded, and offered suggestions as the other woman tried to remember natural remedies from the botany class she took last year. Fuck, she should have taken better notes. 

The room they were in now was off to the side of the kitchens on the first floor. It was a warm, bright room that had spices and dried plants and vegetables hanging from racks and shelves. Elia pulled a wooden stool over to the fireplace and shoved Oberyn down into it, standing on her tiptoes in order to do so. 

An iron pot hung off of a hook over the flames once Elia had dumped water into it along with a handful of plants that she had first smelled and inspected. 

“That’s the queen’s skirt flower,” Elia said as the other woman pulled down a white, spindly plant. “You can use that? I thought it was a weed.”

“Back home it’s called anise,” Pike explained, breaking off the heads and putting them in the pot. “This–biloba,” a fan shaped plant went in next, “And most importantly–garlic,” she added a few bulbs into the pot from the dry storage shelves.

“And they do what, exactly?”

“Clean the wound before you bandage it,” she explained as Oberyn watched her carefully.

The princess handed a spoon and she started to slowly stir the items into the water as it heated up. She cleared her throat and smoothed her teal skirts before sitting up on the table, hands clasped in her lap. “Where did you learn this?”

“I’m going to school to be a doct–a healer,” she corrected, remembering Oberyn’s earlier confusion. 

“And where are you learning that? Where is home for you, Lady Pike?” Elia asked, tucking her hands under her thighs. 

“Far away.” She focused intently on stirring the pot and not looking at the other woman. 

“She’s from the kingdom of Massachusetts,” Oberyn enunciated the strange word very particularly and Elia raised a brow. 

“I’ve never heard of that place,” the princess shook her head. “How ever did you wind up here?”

“I–” she bit her lip as her chest suddenly felt tight again. She couldn’t possibly explain the truth to them, but she didn’t have an alternate story. Her shoulders clenched and she could feel the sweat along her brow as she continued to avoid eye contact with the royals at her back. Suspicious didn’t even begin to cover her behavior, but she wasn’t sure what to do about it either. 

“My sister loves to ask questions,” Oberyn came to her rescue. “She asks more questions than anyone I’ve ever met and it is dreadfully irritating. She also clearly cannot tell when someone is trying to concentrate.”

“If you weren’t injured, I’d shove you off that stool,” Elia boasted, sticking her tongue out at him as he chuckled. 

“You’re distracting my nurse. How is she ever supposed to patch me up with you squawking in her ear?” Oberyn gestured to her and when she looked over her shoulder at him, he winked.  

Bastard.

“I do not squawk!” Elia protested and it made the other woman smile. “Lady Pike, I’m going to go get some things together for you–I’ll be back. And if my brother isn’t in one piece when I return, I’ll assume it’s because he annoyed you and deserved it.”

“Thank you.” That made her laugh as she nodded her head in thanks. Before the princess left, she stopped stirring to look back at her. “Also, you can call me Lily, your…highness,” she hesitated, the title not normally part of her daily vocabulary. 

“And you may call me Elia,” she returned the favor with a kind smile before leaving quietly. “I’ll be back soon.”

The room quieted around the two of them as the sound of her footsteps quietly echoed down the hallway. She felt Oberyn watching her with quiet interest as she pressed the spoon into the pot, crushing a few of the ingredients slightly. She picked up a few of the clean strips of cloth that Elia had provided, dropping them in the water using the spoon to gently submerge them. 

Movement caught her gaze from the side as Oberyn used his good arm to remove his shirt. She tried not to stare at the broad lines of his tan chest, the sparse dusting of hair, and an impressive barrage of scars of various sizes and shapes telling stories of violence and reckless behavior. 

Oberyn watched her carefully as she pulled the strips of cloth from the pot and wrung them out. She turned her own stool to face him as she started to undo the belt and shawl that had served as a sling for the last few days. 

“Magnus will be glad to have his belt back,” Oberyn observed, making conversation as she peeled the old bandages away from his stab wound. 

“I’m sure the rest of us will be glad he has it back, too,” she quipped and he chuckled.

“I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want to see his bare ass.”

They shared a soft laugh and her fingers pressed gently on his side to angle him where she needed. He was pliant under her touch, only jumping slightly when she touched his upper ribs. She made a mental note that he was ticklish as she moved to clean the wound. 

“Can you hold your arm up just a bit–there, perfect,” she nodded as she cleaned the dried blood, carefully avoiding the already forming scab. “It’s not infected. Does it hurt?”

“Shoulder? Yes. This?” he gestured to the stab wound and shook his head. “No. I’ve had worse.” He paused before adding, “Much worse.”

“I can see that.” She dropped the soiled pieces of cloth onto the floor as she grabbed new ones. “I’m sure you have good stories to tell.”

“Loads of them, princess.” He grinned as she lightly tied a longer strip of cloth around his waist to keep the dressing in place. “I’ll have to tell you sometime.”

She bit her lip to stay quiet and instead just nodded. She didn’t want to offend him, but she had no intention of being here long enough for that. She had to get back. Back to Boston. Back to Marcus. She had a life and did not belong in this place, let alone in this century. 

He continued to watch her as she continued to work. His soft, brown eyes were equal parts comforting and unnerving–they reminded her so much of Marcus. She cleared her throat quietly and moved the pile of rags to the table. With the stab wound cleaned and covered, she moved back to the pot and stirred it slowly, careful not to slosh the contents. 

Oberyn cleared his throat quietly and leaned forward on the stool. 

“You know you don’t have to be afraid–you’re safe here.” His voice was gentle as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Especially when you’re with me.”

She bit her lip gently and nodded. “What about when I’m not with you?” 

His face sombered slightly as he rolled the tension out of his shoulders. “Just remember you’re an outsider in a world on the brink of war–I don’t envy you for that, Mistress Pike.”

–

Her bare ass was on a table, rhythmically rocking back and forth with a soft thud against the wall as her knees clenched up around his torso. She felt protected. Safe and cherished as big hands pinned her hips in place and held her still. Slightly chapped lips dragged along her collarbone and up her neck before whispering in her ear.

“Princess.”

He had never called her that. Marcus typically stuck with the usual terms of endearment. Sweetheart. Babe. Doll. She whimpered softly and clutched him tighter. Her sex stretching to accommodate his girth as he pinned her with his thrusts. 

“Open your eyes,” the voice whispered again as he nipped her ear lobe. “Look at me when I make you come.”

She did as she was told, her lashes fluttering as she raised her gaze expecting Marcus to be looking down at her. But it wasn’t.

Those dark brown eyes bore into her soul as her fingers gently cupped his face and ran along the black hair of his jaw. He kissed her lips like he intended on consuming her with teeth and tongue. She would go willingly into the vortex of his mouth. She wanted to be consumed. Swallowed and kept safe. 

“Keep your eyes on me, Princess.”    

She sat up straight in an avalanche of pillows and gasped. Her breathing was not ragged but her heart was trying to beat out of her chest as she looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. The events of the last week came crashing down on her as she realized this still wasn’t some crazy dream. 

She had been dreaming of fucking one of the princes. It was a toss up on if it was Oberyn or Doran who had been railing her on the table but neither was acceptable. 

Fuck.

After she had patched up Oberyn, Elia had taken her to her room. It was gorgeous. A room that one expected to find in a lavish palace. A room fit for royalty. She kept thinking the ridiculousness of it all would eventually wake her up from this bizarre dream and she would be back in Boston. But so far, it was all still very real. 

The bed was massive, awaiting her with emerald blankets and a mountain of tasseled pillows, and she all but belly flopped into it before passing out from pure exhaustion. It hugged her comfortably, much more than the bedroll on the ground outside or the back of the horse had. Her aching limbs and joints sang an angel’s chorus each time she rolled over. 

The bedroom opened to the outside, gossamer curtains blowing gently in the breeze gave the illusion of privacy as they beckoned out into an open wading pool surrounded by unlit sconces. The air blew the water in a gentle, rhythmic lapping against the stone of the steps as the early morning sun glittered off the surface. Was there not a single thing in this place that wasn’t heart wrenchingly gorgeous?

She lifted her arm slightly and sniffed. She definitely should have taken a bath before she went to bed last night but she didn’t have it in her. Now, it was unavoidable. 

As if someone had prepared for her eventual train of thought–a small table had been placed at the entrance to the pool with everything she needed. Glass bottles filled with some type of rose oils, a bar of plain homemade soap, and a stack of lush towels. 

Dipping her toes in the water told her it was a little chilly. The sun had yet to fully come up and warm it but it would have to do. It was either tepid water or spend another minute smelling like a horse–she chose the former. 

“S-shit,” she gasped as she stepped off the stairs and fully submerged, shoving her hair out of her face and clutching her chest. Goosebumps went down both arms as her nipples pebbled from the drastic temperature change. It wasn’t exactly terrible but it wasn’t nearly as good as her own shower in her apartment.  

“Cold?” 

She squealed, trying desperately to blink the water droplets from her eyes as she spun around to find the voice that hadn’t been there a second ago. As soon as her vision cleared she saw a smirking Oberyn, staring down at her with his thumb hooked into his belt.

He wore what appeared to be leather riding pants, a loose white shirt was tucked haphazardly in his belt and open enough to reveal his chest. His injured arm was still in a sling but he looked much better than it had the night before–at least he was caring for it properly. Fuck, he was handsome. Handsome enough that it pissed her off. 

“What are you doing in my room?” she glared at him, keeping her arms over her chest. The water was clear so she had no doubt he could see plenty, but the principle of the action made her feel better.

“It’s my palace.” 

“You mean your brother’s palace?” she snapped and he chuckled.

“Same thing–we share well.”

She felt like there was an innuendo that went over her head and it made her frown. “Do you always sneak in on your guests?” 

“Of course not, lady Pike. I knocked,” he turned slightly and gestured back towards the door. “But you didn’t answer. Considering trouble seems to follow you everywhere, I let myself in.” He paused and grinned again. “I was only concerned for your safety, princess.”

“Ha!” she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Thank you.”

“Well, as you can see,” she swept her arm out around the pool. “I’m perfectly fine. Now, get out.”

He had sat down on the edge of the pool and leaned his upper body back against one arm as he continued to look at her. Nothing but arrogance and audacity. 

“What are you doing?” she balked.

“Sitting,” he inspected his well trimmed nails like he was bored.

“While I bathe?” she asked. “In case you haven’t noticed–I’m naked. So, get o–”

“Trust me, I noticed.” He smirked without looking up and she had the overwhelming desire to slap him. “Besides, what if you start to drown?” he asked with a shrug.

“The water is barely five feet deep. I think I can manage.”

“Yes, but you’re very tired. You could fall asleep and sink under,” he offered. 

“Get. Out.” She tried again. 

“What if you need to wash the middle of your back and you can’t reach?” 

“Oh, and you’re going to be the one to help me?” she bit back and he nodded. “You have some nerve–”

The door opened again and they both turned and looked at Elia entering the bed chamber. Was walking in someone’s bedroom whenever they wanted a fucking family trait? She sank lower into the water and grabbed the bar of soap from the ledge. 

“Oberyn?” Elia asked as she approached. “What are you doing here?”

“We were just discussing that actually,” he offered up a big, innocent smile, and she suddenly wanted to drown herself. 

“Knowing you,” Elia stomped over to him and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. “You were being a vouyer–how many times has that gotten you into trouble?” He started to respond as he allowed her to pull him to his feet, but she cut him off. “I’ll answer that. Too many, brother, too many!”

She was much smaller than he was but she turned him around and pressed both hands against his back and dipped her head, using her momentum to begin shoving him towards the door. He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at her and winked. He fucking winked. 

“Doran wants to see you, Lady Pike,” he called over his sister’s head. “That was my actual reason for coming in.” That bastard.

“Yes, yes,” Elia nodded. “I am well aware of what our brother wants. I’ve got it from here.”

“Enjoy your bath!” he called.

“Out!” Elia huffed as she gave him one last shove through the threshold and shut the door hard. She smoothed her hands down her dress and flipped her long black hair over her shoulders, righting herself once again. “My apologies about him, my lady,” she said as she came back towards the pool. 

“Is he always like that?” she asked, running the soap over her shoulders and sinking down to do the same to her aching feet. 

“Since the day he was born,” she blew a puff of air up to ruffle her own bangs. “Trust me, I was there.” She moved to the other side of the room and pulled out a stack of clothing that she had hastily laid out last night and started going through the items. “I’ll help you get dressed and then you can go see Doran.”

“Okay,” she nodded, suddenly feeling small. “Am–am I in trouble of some kind?”

Elia paused as she turned around and held the items to her breasts and looked taken aback. “Gods, no. What would make you say that?” She shook her head and placed her choices on the table with the towels. “I’m sure he wants to check on you–you’re a guest of the house Martell. It’s his princely duty to make sure you’re doing alright.”

That made her chest feel less tight as she finished lathering up her body and rinsed. Elia made her way to her discarded pile of old clothes and started picking them up off the floor.

“I have a thousand and one questions of my own for you, but I’ll refrain from asking until you’re more settled in.”

“That’s fair,” she nodded. 

“I do have one question, though,” Elia prompted as she turned around with her bra dangling from her finger. “What by the goddess is this? It looks dreadfully painful.”

–

Elia had helped her dress. She had listened intently as she made up a lie about where she had gotten her modern day bra and sundress. She was certain she would be found out but the princess just nodded with quiet fascination. 

When the sun was high in the sky, Dorne grew hot. It was clear the land was an endless summer, a warm breeze in the sands, a tropical paradise that required light, airy clothing that she wasn’t entirely upset about. The soft fabric left her midriff exposed and when she tried to cover it up, Elia had gently pulled her arms down and told her she looked exquisite. Her arms were bare and the dress slit up both sides to allow for adequate movement and air flow. 

The palace was massive. She had never seen a bigger building in her entire life and without a map she was certain she would get lost. Without a tour guide or flashing neon sign, she was destined to never find her room again. 

Her stomach growled while getting dressed and Elia had taken her to the kitchens for a quick bite. Her nerves didn’t allow for much more than a piece of fruit and hunk of bread but it would suffice for now. She was disappointed to see the princess go after depositing her in a study-like room with Doran. But Elia gave her another reassuring smile and shut the door quietly. 

“Lady Pike,” Doran smiled as he walked over to her and took her hand gently, kissing the back of her knuckles in greeting. “May I call you Lily?”

“That’s….fine,” she nodded, momentarily forgetting that her entire existence here was a lie down to her name. 

“How are you?” He released her hand and guided her to the table, pulling out a chair for her before taking his own. 

“Better now that I got a full night’s sleep not on the back of a horse,” she smiled, trying to offer pleasant conversation. She could do this. She could do this. Less was more. If she kept it simple, she could lie her way through a basic conversation. 

“Yes, that makes all the difference,” he chuckled with a nod. “Is the room to your liking?” he asked.

‘Apart from your brother barging in on me naked’, she wanted to say, but she refrained. She was talking to a prince for christ’s sake. A fucking prince. She didn’t know the first thing about what she should or shouldn’t say to this man. She was a med student from Boston. She was just a girl. 

“It’s stunning,” she nodded quickly before adding, “...your–er grace.”

“Please call me Doran,” he insisted and she nodded again, putting her hands in her lap. He grabbed two small cups and a glass bottle. “Wine?”

“It's morning?” she blurted without thinking and when he gave her a small grin she couldn’t help but return it. “Sure, why not?”

“Dornish wine is the best wine in the seven kingdoms,” he offered as he poured them both a small amount. “But I’m biased.”

She took a small sip, his casual and kind demeanor made some of the tension leave her shoulders. Fuck. That was good. She took another drink, slowly looking around at the shelves of books and trinkets, scrolls and a table covered in old maps and tiny statues. This had to be his personal space. She wasn’t sure what she expected but it was more cluttered than she thought it would be. Where was his throne? His crown? Did he even have one? She was letting her mind wander to every period piece of media she had ever consumed. She was certain not all of it was based in fact.

The balcony opened up to a glorious view of the city and the waves of the ocean could be heard crashing against the rocks in the distance. This place was by every definition of the word and paradise and if she wasn’t so completely out of her element, she would have enjoyed being here. 

“I–uh,” she swallowed thickly and put her cup down. “Doran?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll need to travel back to the Red Mountains as soon as possible.” She tried to sound confident, but she was anything but. Even if she made it to the place she had fallen through time, it was still a mystery as to how she was supposed to get back.

“Is that how you plan on traveling back to your home?” he asked, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “To Massachusetts?” When she nodded he frowned. “I’ve been doing my research, Lady Pike, and I have no record of such a place ever existing.”

“You looked into me?”

“Is it not my duty as Prince of Dorne?”

“Well,” she swallowed hard as she folded her hands in her lap and tried to appear calm. “What did you find?”

“Nothing.” He leaned his hand on the desk and gave her a stern look. “Nothing about your late husband either. Or his house. Or which of the families he served.”

“I can assure you–” she tried and he held up his hand and shook his head.

“Think very carefully before you continue to lie to me.”

Her stomach dropped as Doran’s tone became serious. She had never heard him speak in such a way and it made her want to puke. They held eye contact for a moment, his amber gaze burning into her own in such a way that she felt a bead of sweat run down the nape of her neck from her hairline. 

“I’m not lying.” She hated how meek her voice sounded.

“Perhaps not,” he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “But you’re not being truthful either.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked and he sighed.

“I understand you are in an unfamiliar place and want to have your secrets,” he continued. “But I do wish to know how, a lady such as yourself, came to be wandering about in the woods, dressed in nothing but her shift?”

She bit her lip gently and tried to formulate her next words carefully. It was probably best to stick to the truth as much as possible but even she was having a hard time grappling with it. How could she possibly expect him to believe her?

“I’m,” she sat up straighter. “A widow.” That was technically true–Marcus wasn’t born and therefore not alive.

“Oberyn said as much. My apologies.”

“I was traveling with a servant,” she hesitated, trying not to make it sound like a question. “When we were robbed.”

“Robbed? How awful.”

“Yes, robbed,” she nodded and the paranoid part of her brain swore she saw the prince start to grin before clearing his throat. “I managed to escape the bandits, I was forced to abandon my horse and my stuff–I ran across that horrible man in the woods–”

“Rhaegar?”

“Yeah–him.”

“Rhaegar Targaryen.”

“You say that like that’s supposed to mean something to me?” she quipped before she could stop herself and he chuckled. 

“The Targaryen’s are the ruling family of the seven kingdoms–”

“I don’t care who he is,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “He tried to rape me.”

“And for that I’m very sorry, but he is a knight–”

“What does that have to do with anything? You saw him. You stopped him with his hand up my dress! You saved me!” She could feel her voice getting higher and she hated the tears of frustration that had started to burn behind her eyes. 

“I beg your forgiveness, my lady. An unfortunate turn of phrase on my part.” He stood slightly and moved his chair closer to her and lowered his voice. “I need you to understand something.”

“What’s that?” She kept her arms close to her body, closing herself off from him as much as she could. In the short time she knew him, she was certain that Doran was one of the very few people who didn’t mean her any harm. 

“You have managed to cross paths with one of the most powerful men in the new world,” he said quietly and she felt like she was going to be sick again. “But he has no power here. Dorne has managed to maintain its freedom from the dragons at our door–you are safe here.”

His words were similar to what Oberyn had told her the night before. Why were they both so concerned with her safety? Just who had she encountered in the woods? This larger than life man who made princes walk on eggshells–

“I just want to go home,” she said quietly, looking at the floor and shutting her eyes. 

“I’ll try my best to make that happen,” Doran nodded, leaning back in his seat and taking a large drink of wine. “I’ll have my brother escort you personally. He is due to check in with the Yornwoods Saturday next and would be happy to have you.”

“Saturday next? Which is how long?” She had no idea what day it even was. Fuck. This just kept getting worse.

“In five days.” 

“Five days?” she asked with surprise. “What am I supposed to do for five days?”

“That is the soonest anyone can escort you.” He stood up and walked behind the desk, resting his back by putting his hands on the surface. “Until then, the palace and the city are humbly yours.”

“That’s very nice of you,” she stood up as well, feeling as if she was about to be dismissed. When Doran remained silent, she started to move towards the door but his words stopped her. 

“Maybe one day soon, you’ll trust me with your secrets, Lady Pike,” he looked down and poured himself another glass of wine. 

“I doubt that.”

Her unabashed tone made him grin.

“There is a formal dinner tomorrow evening in the main hall–I’d like you there as my guest. One of my siblings will collect you when it’s time.”

It wasn’t a question. It was an order phrased like an invitation. With a nod, she quickly left before she could open her mouth and get herself into more trouble than she already was. 

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Sacrilege

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)

Words: ~4.6 k

Summary: You and Ransom try to make Easter with the Thrombeys more enjoyable.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (lots of unprotected sex, anal play, use of sex toys, allusions to excessive sexual activity, dirty talk, praise kink, very inappropriate doings in a religious environment), sub/dom vibes, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Happy Easter y’all!! Further evidence that if there is a hell, I’m definitely going there. 😉

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You could not stop grinning at how uncomfortable Ransom looked.

He’d been squirming ever since the two of you had walked into his grandfather’s church this morning. Apparently the Thrombeys took their religious holidays very seriously, and even though you’d never set foot in a church in your life, neither of you felt like dealing with the drama of skipping Easter.

That was where the bet came in.

You had started moving into his place a little over a month ago, and he didn’t feel like waiting to spring his family’s occasional religious fervor on you was the best idea.

“So you’re telling me that that entire group of assholes make a show of religious devotion for the big holidays only?” You rolled your eyes as you worked on unpacking your pots and pans, because of course Ransom owned absolutely no cooking instruments.

“Yeah, sorry, I know you hate organized religion.” He frowned as he pulled some tools out of the box of baking supplies. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s a bread lame. That is the WASPiest shit I’ve ever heard of.” You grabbed the lame from him and put it away as you did your best to organize everything so it would’ve easy for you to find later. “I’m assuming if we decided to skip there’d be a shit storm.”

“You would be correct.” He handed you a rolling pin to put away.

“Right. Well, I don’t really feel like dealing with that so I guess I can make an exception.” You grinned at him as you started breaking down the empty box.

“I appreciate that.” He stepped into you once he was finished, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours. “Let’s hope you don’t burst into flames or anything.”

“Ha! At least that would make things more interesting.” You giggled as he started rubbing his face over your neck.

“Trust me, it wouldn’t take a lot.” He picked you up and set you on the counter with a happy sigh, slotting himself between your thighs and sucking a bruise against your throat.

“Yeah? Well let’s see if I can think of something to liven things up for you sweetie.” Your hands ran under his shirt to skim over his well muscled back.

“I mean, the fact that you never wear panties will already make things exciting.” His fingers started teasing under the edge of your shorts.

“Oh shit! Oh I’ve got an idea.” You brought your hands back up to slap his chest excitedly. “When does Lent start?”

“Lent?” He pulled back from you as he thought about it, chewing on his lip. “Couple of days. Why?”

“How do you feel about a little bet?” That grin you had on was making him all kinds of nervous.

“I dunno, I do not have the best track record in betting against you.” He winced when he thought about the shit he’d had to endure after the last one, it took his bush forever to grow back. “And centered around Lent? Why do I feel like I know where this is going.”

“Don’t get ahead of me, Hugh.” You wrapped your legs around his hips and drew him closer. “Don’t you want to know the terms?”

“They better be fucking amazing.” He was doing his best to turn his hips away from you because if he let you wrap your hands around his cock he’d do whatever you wanted.

“They’re so fucking good baby.” You smoothed you’re hands over his chest and nuzzled against his throat, beaming when he let out a low growl. “If you can go the whole 40 days of Lent with no sex, no touching yourself, all that shit, I’ll wear that pink vibrator you like to use on me to Easter service, and you can turn it on whenever you want.”

“Oh my god, you really might burst into flames.” He ducked his head to brush his lips against yours with a chuckle.

“And, as an added bonus, I’ll wear a butt plug too.”

“Shit, really? God, you’d look so fucking cute with your ass plugged up.” The thought of making you come without touching you in the middle of communion was doing things to him. “What if you win?”

“If I go the whole 40 days with zero gratification, you get to wear your housewarming present to church.”

“Babe, you got me a present?” Fuck, you loved that stupid earnest grin he was giving you, like a damn puppy.

“Of course I did, baby.” You gripped his chin and tugged his mouth open before smashing your lips to his and stroking his tongue with yours until he was moaning into your mouth. “Now that you’re my housewife I’m gonna spoil the shit out of you.”

“What is it?” He was panting with need, chasing after your lips with a whine as you pulled away and you knew you had him.

“It’s a surprise.” You leaned back on your arm and smirked at him, bringing your hand up to press against his mouth as he still attempted to get at you. “Nu-uh, Hugh. Do you agree to terms?”

The man pouted at you, hating how easy it was for you to manipulate him.

“Fine.” He huffed, grabbing your hips and yanking you forward until you were pressed against the bulge in his sweats. “We’ve got a couple days, and I’m gonna fuck you all over this house until every room smells like sex. Starting with the kitchen.”

“Jesus, you’re the best fucking housewife a girl could ask for.” You teased, ripping his t-shirt over his head as he nipped at the spot where your pulse was thudding under your skin.

“Shut up.” He shoved his hands under your tank top and palmed your breasts, grinning when you arched into him. “Take your fucking shorts off.”

God, as much as you loved domming him, when his voice got all commanding like this you got so damn wet. He stepped back as you ripped your shorts down your legs and wrenched your tank off, tossing them aside. Your mouth was full of saliva while you watched him step out of his sweats, whining when his pretty cock bounced up against his abs.

“Just look at you all spread out and needy for it.” His fingers trailed up the insides of your thighs as he stepped between your legs. “I think I might actually win this one.”

Your snarky retort died when he shoved his cock into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one quick motion and making you choke. One little test grind of his hips and you almost lost it, your pussy clenching around him as you swallowed a scream.

“Oh no, sweetheart.” He ran his nose along the edge of your cheek while he finally started moving in earnest, his thrusts smooth and long and designed to have you begging him. “I wanna here you use that fucking mouth of yours. There’s no neighbors anywhere nearby, you can scream as loud as you want.”

To emphasize his point, he licked his fingers before shoving his hand between you two to rub your clit, and you let go.

“FUCK!!!” Your orgasm hit you like a bus, your entire body spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Ransom grinned against your neck when he felt your release soak his cock, glancing down and groaning as he watched it flow out of you and pool on the countertop.

You moved your hands up to his head and tugged on his hair until he brought his face back up to yours, your tongues tangling together desperately as Ransom’s hips slapped against your thighs. The lewd sounds coming from between the two of you echoed through the empty house, mirrored by your wanton mewls and whimpers while you took each other apart.

“God, you always feel so damn good.” He purred against your lips, flicking his tongue out to trace the curve of your mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Shit, it’s fucking amazing, baby.” You gazed into his lust blown eyes as you nipped at his lips, your hips rolling to meet each push of his hips. “Love feeling that perfect cock fill my pussy.”

“Fuck, keep going.”

“Yeah? You know just how to use it, Ran, hitting me so fucking deep and stretching me open.” You whined when his tip kissed your cervix, your body arching into him. “Fuck, oh just like that. God, that’s my good boy.”

His choked whimper made you grin. It was easy to forget about his little praise kink until he was twitching inside you while you told him how perfect he was.

“You like that baby?” You brought a hand down to cup his cheek as he nodded, running your thumb slowly over his perfect bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth while he whined. “So fucking good for me. With that perfect, pretty cock that fills me up just right.” Both of your hips were moving wildly now, grinding and gyrating against each other as you felt your ends near. “Wish I could spend all my time wrapped around you.”

You clamped down on him and he let out a low moan around your thumb, his eyes rolling back in his head at the pleasure your filthy words elicited.

“Fuck, choke me.” His voice had lost its commanding edge, all wanton desire now as his eyes met yours again. “Please.”

“How can I say no to such a good baby?” You beamed as you slid the hand that was cupping his jaw down to his throat and squeezed lightly. “You too, honey.”

He kissed you hungrily before sliding his hand up your torso until it was wrapped around your neck, pushing you away from him just a bit so he could get a good look at you coming apart.

The pressure on your jugular and the view of your hand squeezing his throat did it, another tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you as you shrieked. Your pussy fluttered around him in waves, trying to draw him as deep as possible as you milked his cock.

Ransom groaned when you applied just a little more pressure to his airway, his hips thrusting as far forward as they could before stilling completely. His cock throbbed inside you and you released him, the two of you collapsing back against the counter while his thick spend coated your warm, satiny walls.

It took a few minutes for the two of you to come down, panting against each other’s shoulders until your brains reset.

“Forty days?” He groaned into your neck before starting to untangle himself. “We might die.”

You laughed as you stretched your whole body before hopping off the counter. “Don’t be dramatic Hugh. If you feel like you’re nearing the end, you’re welcome to take care of yourself.” He grunted when you grinned at him, running your fingers through his chest hair lazily at the same time. “But that would mean I win. Now c’mon, don’t you wanna open your present?”

“Yeah.” It was taking all of his self control to not bend you over and fuck you again while he watched you walking away, his cum dribbling down the inside of your leg without you caring at all.

“Hugh!” That snapped him out of it, finally moving to follow you as you walked out of the kitchen.

You giggled when he wrapped himself around your back, his hands moving up to cup your breasts softly as the two of you made your way to the bedroom.

“Alright, just gimme a second, Hugh!” He pouted when you shoved him off you, winking at him as you moved to grab his gift from your suitcase.

You motioned for him to sit on the bed and he obliged, beaming at you when you crawled into his lap with a sleek black box in your hands.

“Happy housewarming, baby.” You cooed, handing him the box as you gave him a quick peck.

He popped the lid off the box and started laughing, his mirth filled eyes meeting yours as he pulled the vibrating anal stimulator and cock ring combo out of the package.

“Jesus, you always get the best fucking presents, sweetheart.” He pressed his mouth to yours and hummed his content against your lips.

“I know.” You let him get one more quick peck before shoving him back on the bed and grabbing the toy. “Your turn to scream, Hugh.”

It only took one day to break in the whole house, but the two of you were determined to get as much sex as possible in before your bet started. You spent each second you were awake fucking every single hole you had between the two of you until you were both exhausted, blissed out messes. The number of orgasms the two of you had made you surprised that either of you could walk anymore.

And now it was Lent.

The first week or so was fine, you were both so worn out from your 72 hour fuck-a-thon there was no way either of you were going to start anything. You just walked around the house in a daze, barely acknowledging each other’s presence.

But now it was week 3, and you were both starting to get frustrated.

It had started in the middle of week 2. Ransom had been by himself all day while you were at work and the sound of your car pulling up made him grin like an idiot. The dog was only good for so much company, and he was definitely starting to feel a little needy.

When he met you in the kitchen for his normal greeting, it didn’t take long for him to start growling against your lips and press his cock into your hip. The condescending laugh you’d given him hadn’t helped in the least, and of course you’d spent the rest of the day teasing him mercilessly.

From there the two of you started making it your mission to make the other crack.

It was easier for you, all you really had to do was show up and he’d be ready, but you really wanted to have fun with it.

You started by washing his beemer in your lacrosse uniform, trying hard not to crack up as he watched you from the kitchen. He’d almost dropped his coffee when you’d finished, turning to come inside with your soaking wet polo that made it painfully obvious you weren’t wearing a bra.

Ransom retaliated by putting on one of those too tight t-shirts he knew you loved along with some running shorts and tried his best to give the dog a bath. The bath itself wasn’t successful, Fionn making a run for it before Ransom could even apply the shampoo. But when he walked inside in that little outfit and sopping wet? God, you’d wanted to jump on him so bad.

The two of you were having way too much fun torturing each other, it was like the early days of your relationship again.

You’d put on his favorite lingerie and heels and spend the whole day lounging around the house in suggestive positions, chuckling whenever he’d growl at you and roll his eyes. He’d put on nothing but some dick pants and do his workouts in the living room, grinning when you had to excuse yourself from the room when he started doing push-ups right in front of you. You found an old pair of thigh high leather domme boots and after exfoliating and shaving everywhere you’d waited for Ransom in an absolutely obscene pose while holding a riding crop, unable to stop yourself from cackling when he immediately ran out of the room and slept on the couch. He greeted you when you got home the next day with cookies he’d made from scratch and nothing on but a very tiny apron.

As much fun as you were having, you were starting to get fed up. You had almost snapped at one of the board members at a meeting for your charity over some stupid trivial thing. And Ransom was so fucking horny, he was on the verge of humping the furniture.

You got home from work and immediately went to the bar to pour yourself a drink. This needed to fucking end, you were getting desperate.

It didn’t seem like Ransom was home, but his beemer was out front so you weren’t sure. You walked through the house but didn’t find him anywhere, and the fact that Fionn was missing too made you think they must be on a walk.

Your supposition was proved right when you saw the two of them walking back up the driveway, Fionn prancing happily off leash in circles around Ransom as the man gave him a relaxed smile. Fuck, he was so good with that damn dog it always turned you into a mess.

His grin faded when he walked in and saw you waiting for him, dreading whatever new torture you had thought up. You ignored him and knelt down to give Fionn some love, rubbing his ears and chuckling when he rolled over for you.

“Did your friend take you on a nice walk, buddy?” The idiot’s tongue just lolled out of his mouth as he wriggled around happily. “What a good boy he is.”

Ransom froze. Were you talking to the dog still? The low purr your voice had taken on made him think you weren’t, his cock starting to twitch as he shot you an inquisitive look.

You gave Fionn a couple of pats and he ran off to find a toy, leaving you and Ransom to stare at each other. He actually flinched when you straightened up, and you felt the corners of your lips twitch with a smirk.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” You cooed, stepping towards him and fighting a grin when he backed away. “My sweet boy.”

“Y/N, the fuck are you doing?” The warning he was trying to relay losing its edge when his voice cracked.

“Just telling you what a good boy you are.” His whine made you clench, arousal flooding your panties as you cornered him. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

“You’re cheating.” He hissed when you caged him in with your arms, leaning forward until your chest was less than an inch from his.

“How? I’m not even touching you, Hugh.” You skimmed your nose over his throat and breathed deep, humming as the clean woodsy scent of him filled your lungs. “Fuck, honey, I’m so damn wet just thinking about that pretty cock of yours.”

“Shit.” His mind tricks weren’t working, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the thought of Walt’s flat pasty ass, the heat radiating off you was overwhelming him.

“Mmm, my perfect man. So fucking pretty when you blush for me.” You closed the space between the two of you and bit your lip when he gasped. “Can you smell how much you turn me on, sweetie? I’m fucking soaked. Don’t you wanna taste?”

Oh, he did, he wanted you to sit on his face until he’d slaked his thirst on your sweet nectar, passing out as you told him how good he was at using his tongue.

“God, you’re like a damn artist with that mouth of yours.” It’s like you were in his head. “And that cock that fits inside me perfectly. Wanna squeeze you while you fuck me until I pass out. You always make me feel so...”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he smashed his lips to yours, your teeth clashing and tongues tangling as he whimpered into your mouth. He picked you up and threw you onto the couch, ripping his clothes off in a frenzy before pouncing on top of you.

“You fucking bitch.” His hands were all over you, tearing your blouse open and shoving your skirt up around your waist before literally shredding your panties. “I’m gonna make you come so much you’re not gonna be able to walk right for a month.”

The two of you screamed together when he speared into you, not giving you a chance to adjust before he was rutting into you like an animal.

“Oh god, do it Ran. Fucking ruin my pussy with that massive cock. You feel so good inside me. Fucking need your cock.” Your hips were meeting his desperately, pleasure pooling in your core so damn fast you were surprised you hadn’t come already.

“Yeah, that’s cuz this pussy was fucking made for me.” He growled into your neck before nipping at your throat, curling his body around yours as his end drew closer. “Tell me.”

“Shit, I was fucking made for your cock, Ran. No one can fuck me like you.” You sucked on his ear lobe as you wrapped your legs around his hips and locked your ankles together. “You make me come so damn hard. My perfect, sweet boy.”

“Ugh, yes.” Both of you were so fucking close. “I’m yours. Just yours.”

“All mine. Come for me sweetie.”

The two of you screamed together again, your bodies writhing against each other wildly as your orgasms took over. You squirted all over Ransom’s abs when he stilled his hips and ground against your clit, your pussy fluttering around his cock as he throbbed in his release. He buried his face in your neck as he filled you up, holding you close in his arms until the thick cream of your mixed releases started leaking out of you.

You sighed when he sank on top of you, running your fingers through his soft hair lazily as he panted into your hair. He groaned when you gripped his hair and lifted his head to look him in the eyes.

“Such a good boy.” You purred, letting him rest his forehead against your own. “I win, Hugh.”

“You need to stop wiggling, Hugh.” You murmured under your breath, hiding your smirk behind the hymnal as the rest of the congregation sang along. “It’s like you’re asking me to turn the intensity up.”

“Fu... shut up.” All he could focus on was the feel of the toy buzzing against his prostate and around the base of his cock.

He’d been hard ever since the two of you walked into the church, having to stand behind you the whole time you both exchanged greetings with his family. Every time one of those assholes made a passive aggressive comment you turned up the intensity for a good 15 seconds until he was almost there, then wrenching his orgasm away at the last second until he was whining into your hair.

It didn’t help that you looked absolutely sinful. Of course you’d picked something scandalous to wear to a goddamn church service, but he was still surprised at just how much of your tits was on display. And that skirt was so fucking short he was afraid if you moved your legs at all in your seated position you were gonna end up flashing his father, who had disgustingly insisted on sitting next you.

You were having a surprisingly good time for your first time at church, mostly because right now you could ogle the outline of Ransom’s hard cock through those very well tailored pants you’d picked out for him. It was taking a lot of self control for you to not reach out and give it a squeeze, and as much as you would love to see Linda’s reaction to that, this was Harlan’s church, and you wouldn’t do that to him.

The singing finally stopped, and Ransom groaned when you uncrossed and recrossed you’re legs, shooting Richard a scowl when he caught him staring. He just wanted pull you into his lap and let you grind your bare pussy against his bulge while you made him come with that toy.

Neither of you were paying attention to the sermon, scooting even closer together as you started to eye fuck each other. You started grinding into the pew when he leaned close to smell your hair, both of you clenching your hands at your sides to keep from feeling each other up. He had to swallow a moan when you reached into your purse and turned up the vibration on the toy, his hips trying to buck up into nothing.

When you uncrossed your legs to give yourself more room to maneuver he almost lost it. Your chest was heaving with such deep breaths he was worried you were going to pop out of your dress. He had to slap his hand over his mouth when you rested your hand on his thigh, covering the wanton sounds that were coming out of him.

“Ransom, are you ok?” Shit, Linda had figured out something was up, giving her son a concerned glance and putting her hand on his shoulder in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture but that just filled him with panic.

“Yeah, you ok, baby?” He could tell you were fighting the urge to grin as you looked at him, growling when you turned up the vibrations again.

Linda squeezed his shoulder and he almost started crying. You were such a fucking bitch, trying to make him come while his mom was touching him.

“Bathroom.” He mumbled, shooting out of his seat and practically running out of the sanctuary.

“I’m just gonna make sure he doesn’t need anything.” You said with a sympathetic look before standing to follow him, cringing as you slid past Richard and felt his eyes rake over you.

You found your boy toy panting against the wall next to the men’s room, doing your best to tamp down your glee as an usher walked past the two of you.

“You’re going to miss communion, Hugh.” The glare he shot you was pure poison, his breath sawing in his chest as he started dragging you towards a supply closet.

He shoved you inside and drew the door closed softly, fighting the urge to slam it to avoid drawing any attention to the two of you.

“You unbelievable cunt.” He hissed, yanking the front of your dress down until your tits popped out and he could bury his face in them.

“My goodness, Hugh. We’re in a church.” You sighed as he mouthed at the slopes of your breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste you while you worked at undoing his belt. “What would your mother say?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He moved his mouth up your chest until he could scrape his teeth along your jaw. “Oh my god.”

You had turned up the vibration again and he was right there, slapping your hands away to wrench his fly open and sheathe himself in your warm cunt.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty little pussy up so much.” He purred in your ear as you whined, gasping when he ground his hips and pressed the vibrating ring against your clit. “Then I’m gonna watch you sit in that pew like a good little girl while you try to keep my cum from making a stain on that pretty dress of yours.”

“Fuck, baby.” You moved your hips against his slowly, biting your lip as you felt pleasure coiling deep in your core. “I think we might have a new fucking kink.”

“Yeah, watching you in your slutty little outfit while that moron drones on about our lord and savior really does it for me.” He groaned when you shoved a hand between the two of you to play with his balls. “Shit, turn it up.”

You nipped at his lips and pressed the button, the two of you groaning together as you tipped over the edge. He smashed his lips to yours and you swallowed each other’s cries, your bodies spasming uncontrollably against each other. Your pussy clenched around him in waves, milking his cock for everything he could give you as he pressed you into the wall of the closet. It felt like it would never stop, the toy buzzing against his prostate prolonging his orgasm until you were overflowing with cum.

“Jesus Christ.” You hummed contentedly against his lips as you turned down the intensity to the lowest setting. “Maybe we should start going to church on the regular.”

“You’re such a damn freak.” He teased, pulling out of you reluctantly and shoving a few errant drops of cum back into you before pulling your skirt back down. “You better keep those thighs squeezed nice and tight, don’t want my cum getting all over the pew and letting everyone know what a little slut you are.”

“Uh, we’re both sluts, Hugh.” You said with a grin, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to your lips so you could suck his fingers clean.

“Right. Are you gonna take this thing out or what?” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop, moving his hands down to shove your tits back into your dress.

“Nope. The bet was for you to wear it for the whole service.” The look he gave you made you want to laugh, tucking him back into his pants before you poked your head out the door to make sure the coast was clear. “Let’s go consume the body of Christ and hope we don’t get struck down.”

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2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

So likely scenario is Harry getting woken up, though I suppose this is more so a headcanon from hinny fandom and it’s really possible that Ginny could be having more nightmares instead? After all, we only get Harry’s perspective of his numerous nightmares from canon and not Ginny’s.

So I’ll answer both. If Harry gets a nightmare, Ginny is, like, dead asleep (physical training is no joke and athletes need a lot of rest) and likely won’t respond unless he really shakes up the bed or outright calls for her. The first few times he slept next to her, he would never wake her up intentionally until one night Ginny tells him that he absolutely should because “if you’re having a nightmare, then we’re both having one. So wake me up next time, you prat.” Then he starts doing that. She’ll hug him, kiss his scar (ty @blvnk-art for forever cementing that headcanon into our brains), and sometimes they’ll even make love because she knows they both need it. Also, if he really, really needs to up his mood, she’ll start cracking jokes and teasing him or she’ll whip out the remote for the old Muggle television that Dudley passed on to them and they’ll watch Ferris Bueller or Back to the Future or some other goofy shit that they both crack up at 3 in the morning.

Harry falls asleep in her arms for each of these scenarios, though.

If Ginny gets a nightmare, Harry will do the same strategies of physical comfort listed above, but he’ll also suggest going out for an early morning flight on their broomsticks (they continue to do this even after they have kids and tbh even when they’re gray and old and can barely hold themselves up lmfao because they’re just that cool). Or, if the weather isn’t normal, then he’ll suggest creative drawing (which neither are good at but it’s hilarious when they mess up and fail “why did you make your fingers look like large sausages, Ginny?” “huh I must have been imagining your large sausage.” “…it’s too early for you to seduce me.” “It’s working though isn’t it?” “…No comment.”) Or, my personal favorite, Harry will suggest that they do some creative journaling. Half of the time, she writes about her nightmares and how they make her feel and what practicing mindfulness feels to her and how this should feel like talking to Riddle but it really doesn’t because she’s healing now. She’ll write it beautifully too, sometimes in essay, sometimes in prose, sometimes in poetry.

The other half of the time, she writes pure Hinny smut and Harry can’t help but look over at her paper when he sees she’s smirking and then he absolutely cracks up and flushes when he reads words like gasp, thrust, beg, nip, stroke, and patience. (“Well, I can’t exactly post this in the Daily Prophet, I need an outlet somewhere.” “Then they really wouldn’t stop talking about my large sausage.” “Touché, Potter.”)

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Both are equally as protective over the other (e.g. Harry adamantly telling Ginny to stay in the RoR for her safety; Ginny saying “Leave him alone, he didn’t want all that” or “yeah, Zabini, you’re so talented…at posing”).

Neither actually need “protecting.”

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

I’ll answer the clash first ‘cause it’s a bit more obvious: they’re both impulsive, angry, stubborn, passionate, scary individuals. You know the phrase “you shouldn’t fight fire with fire”? Well, call these two an Australian fire in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic because Harry and Ginny are as fiery as it gets.

In fact, they’re so similar that on the very, very surface level, I’ve even heard arguments that they are not good for each other because of how much they clash.

So…why are they?

Because they understand each other better than anyone. Because they de-escalate each other. She is his greatest source, his light in the darkest of times, his last thought. He is her safety comfort, her biggest supporter and defender, her most intimate lover.

See the following for evidence…

“She looked alarmed and angry […] ‘It’s nothing, he said reassuringly, lowering his voice.’” Look at the way they were both fiery and upset (for different reasons ofc) but then look at the way he de-escalated it. Doesn’t look overly clashy or toxic to me.

On Ginny’s end, everyone mentions the Lucky You scene, so I’ll be a bit more creative…

“‘Don’t be stupid, we can’t all go!’ Harry said angrily […] ‘More of them will come’ said Ginny confidently ‘…because in case you hadn’t noticed, you and Hermione are both covered in blood and we know Hagrid lures thestrals with raw meat, so that’s probably why these two turned up in the first place…’” Just look at how Ginny - a girl absolutely notorious for being the epitome of heat and passion - calmly rationalizes to Harry in this. And notice how a few chapters later, she successfully manages to tag along with Harry despite him being stubborn about her (and Luna and Neville) staying.

In fact, I was so impressed with this scene that it, uh, kinda inspired me to make this meme.

Thanks for the ask!

[jostenthusiast]

Currently very sad about Andreil …. do I know why? absolutely not. But I was wondering if you’d share the top things that make you ship andriel?

man sometimes andreil just makes me cry i get it. i’m bad at words but i’ll try my best <3

probably how different they are from other relationships i’ve read?? like all those “imagine your otp” posts can’t apply to andreil and i LOVE it. andreil doesn’t fall into those “sun and moon” or “red and blue” type characters. they have their own thing which is what makes them so interesting. their “i love you” is saying i hate you, their flirting is straight up insulting one another. they’re just so unique i never get bored of reading them falling in love over and over again

how freaking compatible they are!!!!! it’s insane they can just look at each other and know what the other is thinking. they communicate without speaking they just know each other so well. SOULMATES FR. they’re also so alike in so many ways. they have the same dry sarcastic sense of humour and they’re both such instigators. andrew is forever amused by neil starting fights and letting his mouth get him into trouble, and neil doubles over laughing when andrew makes a stupid joke completely blank faced. theyre both fucking assholes with wack ass moral compasses, and they just GET each other. they’re made for each other. can you tell soulmates is my favourite trope

their TRUST. another thing i love about the series is how slow burn the romance is. insta-love is my least favourite trope, so they more agonizingly slow burn it is the better. they had to build up trust even to become sort of friends. trust is the base of their relationship. they tell each other secrets that no one else knows, and they know the other will keep them safe.

this kinda adds on to the compatibility thing, but just the deep understanding they have for one another. they both have lived horrible lives but andrew sees himself in neil in tfc, he sees the crippling loneliness, the desperation, the borderline hopelessness. they both know what it’s like to be truly alone, to be on the verge of breaking. it’s one of the reasons why they are so compatible. they become each other’s home and i just dhshshdjakskshdhs

chaos bringers. they are the ultimate trouble making duo. power couple. could and will definitely kick your ass if you look at them wrong.

i cant believe i almost forgot this but the RESPECT they have for each other. yeah yeah this may be the bare minimum but people don’t talk about it enough. they respect each other’s boundaries, even from the beginning. once neil realizes andrew doesn’t like to be touched he doesn’t touch him!!! like ever!!!!! and andrew completely takes neil’s word when he says he doesn’t swing!!!!!!!! if either of them ever said no to something they would respect that. they don’t push each other past their comfort zones and that’s very unique in most romances i’ve read.

andreil as cats. they’re just. cats but human. i mean look at this it’s literally them!!!!! idk why it’s so fun but it is

uhhh that’s all i have in my brain for now but hdhshhsshhs andreil is so good man. they’re just the best. i love them a lot

[createandconstruct]

can i ask about amarant coral? the monk in red himself~

Can you ask about Amarant Coral? *cracks fingers* Oh I insist that you do. Welcome to my Amarant Appreciation Post:

favorite thing about them: First off best thing about Amarant? His theme. The percussion and the guitar. It’s great and it captures him so well. People out here like “take Amarant out of the game he adds nothing.” EXCUSE ME? You remove the Amarant you remove the Amarant Theme my friend and that is something I do NOT vibe with. 

least favorite thing about them: I wanna know more about him. Now Amarant doesn’t need a backstory or history in the game. In a sense, he already has one that connects him to Zidane and explains his motives and actions and eventual arc. But my issue is, Square never gave him anything else. If you look at Ultimania there’s additional lore about other characters, like Steiner for instance. You learn Steiner was a war orphan who was saved by the Pluto Knights - explaining his devotion to them. Amarant though? Square was like “uh... yeah he was born....? And then he uh got famous...? Idk then he met Zidane. You figure it out.” Square. I hate you. 18 years from his birth until he became “well known”. WHAT WAS HE DOING. WHY’D HE BECOME A SECURITY GUARD. WHAT WAS ON HIS RESUME. TELL MEEEE. Like, okay, what the actual in-game canon gives us on Amarant is sort of enough. He’s a purposely written mysterious “cool-guy” character so we’re given scraps to make him unknown but come on. In the published after-game canon, like Ultimania, we could have been given a bit more. He says he doesn’t remember anything about his origins or parents, but why. Was he another victim of Gaia’s wars? Probably. Was he born on a battlefield? Fighting for his life, living without comrades, taking scraps whenever he could? Was he betrayed when he was young? Is he a supposed to be a version of Zidane had he not been adopted into Tantalus by Baku??? These are questions I deserve answers to, Square.

favorite line: “’I can't just walk away. It goes against my nature...’ You're a real simpleton. Forget it, guys. There's no stopping this fool." I love this. Amarant figures Zidane out pretty quickly after Ipsen’s Castle. Zidane is hardheaded and also an actor. He acts cool and pretends his reasons for doing things are loose but when he’s decided something it’s always for a reason. You don’t need a reason to help people, but Zidane has his reasons for helping Kuja and while Amarant doesn’t give two shits what they are he knows Zidane won’t be stopped because, despite everything, Zidane saved a loser like him. Also this line “Tell me! Why didn't you kill me!?" Because I quote it all the time and it makes myself laugh. Amarant is such a drama queen and Zidane knows it. Zidane’s like “dude... what is your damage, it’s 5 pm on Tuesday in Madain Sari. I ain’t getting blood on my gloves cause you’re having a temper tantrum.” And then Amarant runs away to have an existential crisis. He’s 26 but compared to Zidane, he’s the real teenager with angst.  

brOTP: I could talk about Zidane or Freya with Amarant but instead I’m gonna say the underrated dynamic of Amarant and Eiko (and also Vivi).  Amarant with the kids is truly the greatest gift given by his presence in the game. Amarant has never known true suffering until he became a designated legal guardian of a group of minors. It also kills me how he’s the one to volunteer to carry Eiko and Vivi up the Iifa tree. He looks at Zidane and is like “you have seriously been the ‘adult’ of this group???”

OTP: Gotta say the Freya and Amarant dynamic. I really enjoyed their unlikely friendship in the game but then the content. The fan content. The Freya x Amarant fans out there, you win. Ya got me. You captured me and I am now imprisoned by their banter and begruntled allies to lovers story. Even if they’re not romantic I love them together and really wish the game gave us more of them. But even Lani and Amarant together are valid, though I prefer them as butting head bros. Not much content for my girl Lani out there either, she deserves more.

nOTP: Nothing I can think of. I tend to like platonic pairings for Amarant. The dude needs friends because he can barely define the word friendship.

random headcanon: Before Zidane returns at the end of the game Amarant wanders around a bit, unsure of what to do. He doesn’t feel any place with the others in Alexandria, Burmecia, or Lindblum. I imagine he goes off on his own for a bit like before but this time he’s not after Zidane or a fight. Instead he’s got no particular destination. Yet he somehow always finds himself running into people just like him - or the old him - friendless lonely people who are looking for a fight. He doesn’t go out his way to find these folks he simply runs into them and decides he might as well knock some sense into them. He does however make it his business to go after any murmur of people hatching any ideas of going after the far off little village on the Lost Continent. The home of the genomes and black mages. They were so helpless, so weak that anyone who’d want to mess with them is pathetic in Amarant’s book. Until Zidane returns, no one has the chance to even look at the Black Mage Village the wrong way because in the shadows Amarant lurks, making damn well sure of that.

unpopular opinion: I kinda love that he’s just there for most of the game? While I agree he gets the short end of the stick in the same way as Freya, not receiving additional individual character spotlight (which could have very well been supplied through discoverable lore in the world/npcs or through sidequests) I never considered his “standing off to the side” as a detriment to his character. 

Many would probably agree that Amarant always felt like a bit of a parody of the loner character, or at least the stereotype of the loner character. Amarant is so easily paralleled with Squall and Cloud’s surface-level attitudes because his dialogue always felt like something to poke fun at. As the player we’re supposed to align with Zidane’s way of thinking and how he views Amarant. When Amarant loses to Zidane and pretty much grits his teeth and goes “KILL ME,” along with Zidane we’re supposed to kinda raise our brow at him and go “...really, dude?”

 Amarant’s a character introduced as an antagonist who has more in common with the power hungry villains of the game. Like many of the characters in FFIX, Amarant is in search of purpose in life, which he has never found, because he was always looking in the wrong places - in places of violence and power. Very toxic-masculinity of him. Amarant is “cool” on an aesthetic level but in reality he’s the polar opposite of cool in terms of what FFIX states about the need for others to be intertwined in your experiences so that you can live a full life. 

I sort of love that he’s like a grumpy pitball following a 16 year old and his friends around. Then he sits in the corner when they all meet up and discuss current events acting like he doesn’t care (not to mention he casually walks as everyone is running as fast as they can to escape Terra - made me laugh cry on my first playthrough) He is “just there” but that’s because he has no where else to be, no where else to go, he’s a man without a home. And until Zidane offers his hand, at the point where Amarant is most willing to take it at Ipsen’s Castle, he’s not truly a party member. He IS an outsider for almost the entire game but at Ipsen Castle he joins the party, becomes a comrade, and decides he’ll allow himself to change paths and start a life where he has friends and lives, as well as fights for them. Which is why after that moment, Amarant finally has a victory pose.

song i associate with them: I was scratching my head for so long trying to think of a song or track that had Amarant vibes until it hit me. Outskirt Stand by Tsukasa Tawada (from Pokemon Colosseum). Amarant is so chill, he’s not a bombastic guy, so he needs a theme that drops me in the rocky open desert of the Lost Continent like I’m just lumbering around looking for a monkey-tailed menace. Some other Amarant tunes:  Pyrite Town, The Under, Snagem Hideout tracks from Pokemon Colosseum. This post is just an elaborate call to action for everyone to listen to the Pokemon Colosseum soundtrack. Tsukasa Tawada is so great and he has a YouTube. Check him out.

favorite picture of them:

Yoshitaka Amano’s Salamander Coral. I love him. He had too much power. 

Also everything drawn by @crispy-ghee. Everything. I will think of this Comic forever until I die. Tattoo it on my flesh. The banter, the dynamics, the post-game content, the Zidane prince-consort outfit, the new Amarant outfit, the stuck-in-the-same-place relationship him and Freya have. Perfect. Go read it and consume Crisipy’s stuff. And also check them and their current art out, they just consistently get better and better. Here’s a first panel preview of my fav comic. Read it.

 @hannahlady​‘s Amarant art and their Freya/Amarant art is just ugh. *Chef’s Kiss* Here is another preview because you should go look at it.

Here’s a piece that deserves so much more love by @snackage. I LOVE how they drew Amarant. Here’s a little preview. It’s SO GOOD

Anyway TL;DR: Amarant is love and life and you’ll have to pull him from my little gremlin hands.

[acewlwtoast]

Sonntag 13:28

this is gonna be a long one

OKAY so I’m doing another one of these. They’re obviously in high demand lmao. Also watch me saying I can’t say anything bout this clip cos it’s already perfect, and then still writing a 900+ word post (insert clown here)

ANYWAYS HERE YA GO this is about the Kieutou date clip. I honestly owe Druck my life for this.

Fatou is EARLY and she looks so nervous sjdjjsjdh

they're both so nervous and awkward i love my disaster children

Once again HEIGHT DIFFERENCE (i will never be over that)

Kieu My, why you walking away so fast, this isn't a race

And Fatou running after her and walking next to her i-

The tension in that blue room is SO PALPABLE

THEYRE LITERALLY DANCING AROUND EACH OTHER AND TRYING NOT TO LOOK

WHY ARE THEY SO AWKWARD, YOURE LITERALLY ON A DATE

Kieu My pretending to take notes for physics, girl we know you aren't good at being subtle

Fatou looks almost sad like she's feeling ignored again?? Bebi.

Kieu My coming up from behind her like i don't wanna say anything but that's hot ngl

Like two stars gravitating towards each other they will be the death of me 

Gay stares™

LIKE THEM PRETENDING LIKE THEY ARE NOT ACTIVELY FOLLOWING EACH OTHER

H A N D S i need more hands tbh #LetKieutouHoldHands2k21

Those stares....this is even worse than on horror-night

Kieu My why you so nervous, you both know why ur here

LIKE THIS IS A DATE WHY CANT THEY COMMUNICATE WILL THEY EVER LEARN

i don't even need to talk about the perfect metaphor of stars inevitably colliding, like these two are literally soulmates

Kieu My trying to get herself to talk to Fatou akjfhkadslj my girls are trying okay?

She starts talking and suddenly sounds so confident, beginning something is always the hardest

She's literally panicking and geeking out about her space stuff

SHE OPENED UP AND THEN WAS IMMEDIATELY SCARED THAT SHE WAS BORING FATOU LIKE BEBI NO

Fatou got her girl tho. Not only does she make sure Kieu My knows she isn't boring her, but also continues to talk about the thing she knows Kieu My is obsessed with

actual girlfriends

Kieu My actually looks so perplexed when Fatou is interested in her rambling, you really found the right girl.

Like, who has ever asked her about her interests, and THEN also actually listened and cared?

The way Kieu My's looking at her like girlie is in love

“I think it's crazy that everything happened the way it did.” Fatou. You are such a dork and i love you. Also you’re right.

MORE. GAY. STARING.

Kieu My looking at her lips so many times before finally kissing her

AAAAH again, the metaphor of stars colliding 

with the red star symbolising Fatou's warmth, and the blue star being a metaphor for Kieu My ice queen persona? (I've heard this theory from Vic in our discord server :))

-> creating a new galaxy that is their relationship

“Ich wollt dich jetzt nicht weiter verwirren/I didn’t want to further confuse you” - “mich oder dich?/me or you?” The fact that fatou can already read her so well

She's smiling at her like "that's my dumbass" and mirroring her posture

Fatou just knows Kieu My needs someone to talk it out, someone who understands her

Kieu My said she's bi out loud, i love that!

Kieu my feeling safe enough to tell this all

Sharing insecurities, we love to see it

She's looking for reassurance that she doesn't sound dumb, that her feelings are valid! And Fatou's just like, yeah i got you. Those two istg

“Ich wollte eigentlich richtig, richtig gutes Abi machen. Ohne Ablenkung/I actually wanted to get a really really good Abi. Without distractions” WITHOUT DISTRACTIONS WELL BITCH YOU DONE FUCKED UP YOU TWO HAD TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER

they are so adorable

“Ich würd voll gern Astrophysik studieren./I would love to study Astrophysics.” Can everyone just say thank you to Nhungi for proposing Kieu My being obsessed with astronomy? Cos it's honestly so amazing.

She didn't say anything about her parents directly pressuring her, but more like she feels she has to do great things with the opportunities she's been given. Similar to Fatou.

“München ist voll weit weg/Munich is really far away.” So few words, so many feelings.

*Look, I honestly thought that song was the beginning of Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield like IMAGINE

just lying in solidarity.

ANOTHER INSTANCE of me thinking the clip would end there and Druck just continuing and adding another 20 years to my life (which i will spend further obsessing over this ship)

They're just really out here on the streets like this. My heart is so full.

Suddenly, conversation seems easy, effortless?

They're actually learning more about each other it warms my heart

The close your eyes thing- I don't really have to say more, those two are just amazing.

Also Kieu My being smooth for once in her life you go girl

And they're playing Can't Help Falling in Love like Druck you're SERVING today

Fatou finds Kieu My so adorable when speaking vietnamese like GURL SAME

Also the things Kieu My says in vietnamese, i know i say dork a lot but LOOK AT THEM

DO WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE TWIRLY-KISS THING

Also Fatou having to constantly stand on the stairs to be on kinda the same height as Kieu My, I will never shut up about the height difference

ASKING BOUT THE BIRTHMARK and Kieu My like seriously answering the question SOULMATES

i have been waiting for a Kieutou hug for forever, thank you for giving me life

Who needs a cuddle clip (okay i still want one) when you can have your otp hugging and holding each other like this

These nerds just be pointing at the sky. They're perfect.

There you go, this is a LOT. Honestly, everyone who made it this far....respect.

Please touch me I'm lonely