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landonfour · 2 months
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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ iii
part two - part four
➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
➪ the attention is nice even if it's not from Charles.
➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
➪ let's add some spice ☺ again, thanks for the love, love reading your guys thoughts and talk about it 🥰 google translate is my bestest friend
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y/nusername
📍 Baku, Azerbaijan
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y/nusername day 'n night ☀️🌛
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charliecharlie mother being back on the grid and serving cunt again made my day <3
leclerc_16 CHARLES POLE WHOOP WHOOOP 🤩
norrizz will you be at the race tomorrow?
↳ y/nusername yes ☺
charloslesainz I'm seeing a camera..vlogging, did lando influence you for a jpg account? 👀
noellepicard bring my baby girl back, I miss her
↳ y/nusername she's packing her bags as we speak, putting her on the first flight back
noellepicard will be waiting for her
y/ncharles they grow up so fast 😫
lestappen116 hoping for a charles win tomorrow!
carlandooo zoë being the cutest once again ❤️
julieeeexo girl you have to tell us mamma's how you manage traveling with a baby, already dreading my 4 hours flight in 1 months 😭
↳ y/nusername what do you think the camera is for babes? 👀
yukisan I'm not a mom but I'll be watching these videos religiously
landonorris upsetting
↳ y/nusername I will not put my daughter in mclaren merch
landonorris the betrayal is unreal
norry4 lando trying to make zoë a mclaren baby is such a lando thing to do 💀
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y/nusername
📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco
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y/nusername 🛀
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charliecharlie MOM?!?!
bott_ass now THAT is a milf 👀
noellepicard oh my god, zoë her mom got it going on 🥵
↳ y/nusername so does her aunt 😍
noellepicard stop it, you're going to make me blush
leonardb Charles is one lucky man
norrizz mommy? no. mommy? sorry. mommy? no– 😫
stephan00 gaddamn I love milfs
tommyf Charles could you do us a favor and fumble this one and give us lads a chance?
↳ norry4 nah all these men in the comments have me crying tears lmfao
yukisan just saw a guy comment 'I'm 18 but real mature for my age' 💀
norry4 like did they not notice y/n being fine as hell on TV? 💀
yukisan she ain't showing so much skin during interviews though 😂
francisca.cgomes stunning 😍
↳ y/nusername you are 😍
manon_roux man I love milfs
↳ noellepicard we've been known babes, it's the hitting on every single mom you meet that gave it away
manon_roux imagine being attracted to men
noellepicard not by choice unfortunately
hamilt44n everyday I learn a bit more about this group of friends and they come out more unhinged everytime
robyn_diaz what a hottie 🔥
↳ landoscar babe are you blind, your man is hiding in the likes
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y/nusername
📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco
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y/nusername the homebody club 🍼🍷
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julieeeexo nothing better than being at home 🥰
norrizz you and me bestie, can I join the club?
leclerc_16 I'd love for you to give us some book recommendations because goddamn, that's the book collection of my dreams 😭
↳ carlito55 I second that and cooking videos!
ricric yeah why don't we make her a boring ass influencer mom? I mean she's well on her way, she's become so boring 💀
carlito55 why are you still here then if it bothers you so much..I rather be a boring loving mom than be like you 🤮
leclerc_16 sorry that your life is so miserable that you feel the need to drag others down.
manon_roux now that's a club I want to be at 🕺
↳ y/nusername we only serve the good milk, cold coffee and luke warm wines
landonorris turn up in the club 🍼
norry4 I am so confused lmfao, they really became besties huh?
lewisham I want you to adopt me like right now 😔
sainzcarlos her recent content is giving ✨ single mom ✨ not one mention of charles or anything..
↳ yukisan the season is not over yet, Charles is still racing..I'm sure they'll be spending plenty of time together during the winter break
arthuuuur fr and the fact that lando is in her comments and liking every single post isn't helping either 💀
charlesgirlies so you guys know when they are together or not? So you know when they call each other or not? pretty sure she mentioned 'facetiming daddy' in her last vlog but okay
landonorris still no papaya
↳ y/nusername thank god no ☺
robyn_diaz stop turning this cutie into a mclaren fan 😂
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y/nusername pjs kinda day 💤
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charlesgirlies can I join, love me a pjs kinda day!
noellepicard okay but like..where was my invite? 😔
charliecharlie where'd you get your pjs from?
↳ leclerc_16 you should follow this account that steals y/n her outfits!
charles_leclerc ❤️
↳ hamilt44n oh look he's still alive
norry4 haven't seen you here in a while
y/nusername ❤️
sharl16 cuties 😍
bott_ass the best kind of days!
manon_roux matching with the babe again
↳ y/nusername always 🥰
charloslesainz just y/n and her mini me 🥰
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Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife @harrysdimple05 @minkyungseokie @pretty-little-bunny382728 @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @severewobblerlightdragon
Desire taglist; @fangirl-dot-com @sainzluvrr @writingworlds @chezmardybum @lewisvinga @xjval @fanficweasley @rockyhayzkid @aundercover @thecubanator2 @minchedchilli @crimeshowjunkie @alisoncasey21 @eeviepepi08 @shamelesspotatos @sleepybrokenmelle @leireggsworld @janeholt3 @iamahalicinationn @dessxoxsworld @kapsylia @22yuki @dark-night-sky-99 @sheslikeacurse @nerdreader @champagneproblems17 @norwayxo @sunny44
Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2
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berzahoes · 3 months
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my love is mine all mine | tom blyth
summary: in which tom was the supprt y/n monroe needed
an: i normally don’t have a faceclaim for any of my works but i wanted to make samara weaving the faceclaim for this fic because i love her and she just fits the role 🤍 ofc you can always imagine someone else!! ALSO i know there’s already a film called my week with marilyn lets just pretend it doesn’t exist 😍
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y/nmonroe back in production 🤍
rachelzegler PROUD OF YOUUU❤️
monroearchive thank you for this!!
tomblyth i love you
y/nmonroe love you more 💋
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marilymonroeproductions our lovely president getting ready for our big announcement!
oldhollywoodglam ANNOUNCEMENT?!?? ALREADY
iconicmonroe i hope they sue netflix for making blonde
y/nmonroe 💋❤️
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MY WEEK WITH MARILYN LA SCREENING
y/n and tom were attending a screening of my week with marilyn in secret. she really wanted to see the reactions of a certain part of the film. she was told by the staff that the theater was full which made her nervous and happy.
from the side, she and tom watched as the audience payed close attention to the last few minutes. a picture of marilyn faded out as lana del rey’s say yes to heaven played.
a clip of y/n in holding a newborn baby was shown then it showed tom carrying the baby. “during summer last year, i became a mom. that’s when i got the idea for this film. i want my daughter to know what an amazing woman marilyn was.”
y/n could hear several gasps and even some sobs coming from the audience.
“i named her daisy lorelai blyth.” some people clapped, others gasped when they realized where the name lorelai came from.
y/n turned her attention to tom and kissed him. “thank you for being with me and daisy.”
“you’re my girls.”
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y/nmonroe thank you to everyone who has seen my week with marilyn! it warms my heart to see how many of you loved our film. daisy also wanted to thank you all for loving her movie debut 🤍and a big thank you to tomblyth for helping me make this film. daisy and i love you forever!!!🫶🏼
rachelzegler I MISS DAISY CAN I COME VISIT??
y/nmonroe OF COURSE SHE MISSES HER AUNT RACHEL
monroearchive it was such a beautiful film!
directedbycoppola it’s not out yet in the uk 😭
maximoffxromanoff what is it about?
directedbycoppola so basically when y/n was a child, she was given a camera and for her middle school project she tried to make a documentary about marilyn but she never finished it because she changed schools so this is her finishing it. the trailer looks great and i read articles that it has interviews with jane russell before she passed with a young y/n.
tomblyth i’m so incredibly proud of you! thanks for giving me the greatest gift of being a dad to our daisy ❤️
blythupdates OUR DAISY 😭 DO YOU HEAR ME CRYING??
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sunny44 · 2 months
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A baby here
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader
Warnings: pregnancy talks and
Summary: now it’s real, no mistakes on the ultrasound stories.
This was a request, hope it was what you imagined.
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After that day, I kept thinking about how happy he was, believing I was pregnant even though I wasn't really. It made me more certain that he's the one I want to be the father of my children.
So, after that day, we decided that when we felt like it, we wouldn't use protection but it was all very laid-back—if it happened, great, but if not, that was fine too.
But eventually, it happened and I decided to do the same thing as last time, but this time, I made my stories visible only for him to see since I was going out again with my sister.
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Babe, you're posting your sister's ultrasound again 😂
I felt like responding, but I ignored it and showed it to my sister, who laughed too.
We continued shopping and I stopped in front of a baby clothing store, watching and thinking that in a few months, Charlie and I would be dressing our baby in those tiny outfits.
“Why not surprise him?” She said, stopping beside me. “He did it for you when he thought you were pregnant, so now that you are, it would be nice to put a little outfit along with the test.”
“I already have an outfit; I had a onesie made like the Ferrari overalls.”
“He'll love it.”
“I'm sure he'll only dress her in that.”
“Her?” My sister asked.
“I don't know, I have a feeling it's a girl.” I touched my belly.
“Regardless of what comes, you two will be great. But Charles was born to be a girl's dad.” I smiled at her.
“Yeah, I know.” I smiled, imagining the two of them.
“Well, I think we should go; Mike said he took Charles out of the house and they're on the boat organizing things for our day tomorrow so it's the perfect time for you and me to plan a surprise for him.”
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We organized everything for the surprise, I made his favorite pasta, set the table with candles and prepared the little box with the surprise. When he came home, he was more excited than usual, hugging and kissing me all over my face.
“What's with all this excitement?” I asked as he looked around.
“What is all this? I'm sure I didn't forget our anniversary or anything.”
“You didn't and I just wanted to surprise you.”
“Thank you love, everything looks beautiful.”He gave me a peck. “And this excitement is because I stopped by your sister's with Mike, helped him with some things for the baby's room and got excited about when we're going to decorate ours.” I held back tears and didn't tell him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I'm just hungry.” He laughed.
“I'll take a quick shower and be right down, okay?” I agreed, and he rushed upstairs.
I arranged our food on the plates, lit the candles and when I finished, he was coming down.
“Hmm, you even made my favorite pasta.”
“Come on, let's eat.”
After dinner and after declining the wine, we talked a lot until I decided it was time.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Another one?” He asked as I got up.
“Yes.”
“I also have something for you.”
“Okay, do you want to go first?”
“Yes.” He took a deep breath.
“Okay.” I left the little box on the counter.
“You are the best thing that has happened in my life so far. You came into my life when I was at my worst after losing my father, and you helped me overcome and not get lost in grief. I honestly don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to think that this could happen someday. You are the love of my life, and I have no doubt about that.” I was already crying, and I cried more when he knelt in front of me, opened the box with a ring inside. “So, would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?”
“Charlie.” I said, crying. “Of course, I'll marry you.”
He smiled, putting the ring on my finger and kissing me. He wiped the tears from my face and gave me a peck.
“What did you want to give me?” He asked after letting me go.
“Here.” I handed him the box, and he left it on the counter, opening it.
“I don't understand.” He said, taking out the Ferrari onesie from the box. “Did you want to show it to me before giving it to your sister?”
“It's not for her.” I said, taking the pregnancy test and handing it to him. “The ultrasound I posted wasn't hers; it's mine.”
“What?” He widened his eyes. “You're pregnant?”
“Yes.” And more tears streamed down my eyes, but now Charles's eyes too.
“We're having a baby?” I nodded. “We're having a baby.”
He said and hugged me tightly; I heard him sniffle and laugh with happiness, and when he let go, he kissed me.
“Did you like it? The little outfit.” He laughed.
“I loved it; it looks just like it.” He said, looking. “It will definitely be the outfit I'll put on our baby the most.”
“I'm 100% sure about that.” I smiled at him, and he folded and put the outfit back in the box.
“Can we use the guest room for the baby's room and turn the office into the new guest room, or can we move to a bigger place?” He started talking. “I heard there's a vacant apartment one floor below Max's building; we could be neighbors, and...”
“Charles, calm down; you're talking so much you're getting out of breath.” I smiled at him, and he gave me a peck. “We don't need to do anything now; we can think about it calmly.”
“I know, but I'm so excited, and I really want to buy things for the room, but we need to know where we're going to live.”
“Well, I love living here, but it's a bit small, and since we're starting a family, maybe living in a slightly bigger place would be good.”
“Well then, I'll schedule a visit to that apartment before the season starts.”
“Okay.” I smiled and gave him a peck.
“What do you think it is?” He asked, running his hand over my belly.
“I have a feeling it's a girl.”
“Well, I don't mind; whatever comes, we'll love unconditionally.” He said. “But I always saw myself as a girl's dad, so...”
“My sister said you look like a girl's dad.” He smiled.
“Well, I agree with her.” He hugged me. “How about we go upstairs and lie down?”
“I think it's a great idea.” He picked me up and took me to our room.
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“This last few months have been the best ones in my life, I’m about to become Mrs. Leclerc and a mommy.”
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musashi · 1 year
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ace attorney popped the fuck off by doing that thing where certain characters have ‘hidden’ sprites that you only see once in the whole game, usually it’s an emotionally closed off character offering a smile in the final hour of their story to show a sense of peace and closure, but ESPECIALLY they popped the fuck OFF by having franziska von karma break down crying in hers.
‘the angry/mean character is actually deeply emotional and using anger to keep it at bay’ is an incredibly common character archetype but it is so often done in a more shallow manner. like they will just bust out their tragic backstory in the 11th hour and we’re supposed to sympathize because awww they’re sad :( but we already know everything there is to know about franziska pretty much immediately. we know she is a child prodigy, we know she is a genius, we know she is fierce and dedicated and that she loves what she does. and we know she’s lost her father, and we know she’s upset with her brother and wants to see him again. but she does not invite pity, because she does not want it. she lays these details out clearly and concisely when they’re relevant to what is being discussed--they simply are. she remains as she is, and she fights the same way she always has, for what she believes in.
franziska goes through it. we watch her go through it. we watch her lose everything, and then we watch her have to be confronted with the fact that her brother disappeared on her and is utterly remorseless about it aloud. and then we watch her get shot by a violent hitman, and kick and scream and fight while she’s bleeding out because she wants to go to court. she has to be dragged to the hospital by force. never once does she back down an never once does she present anything other than this steely determination and resolve. until the very, VERY end. until POST CREDITS. she doesn’t even crack until AFTER THE CREDITS HAVE ROLLED!
and it is KINDNESS that breaks her! it is softness that makes her cry. i feel like to a lot of people what miles says to her in that scene might seem cruel, but it isn’t about what he says, it’s about what he does.
by franziska’s own admission she has abandonment issues. one of the few single insights we get into her pain is that people tend to discard her and make her feel left behind. miles fled back to his home country and left her all alone in germany to pursue his career, and he wasn’t wrong to do that, but it obviously hurt franziska and she felt neglected and like he didn’t bother to keep up with her. and then when he took his dramatic fucking sabbatical, he refused to loop her into that, too. miles decided without the consent of the people who love him that he was not worth it. he was unbelievably selfish to disappear the way he did, blinded by this idea that he is not loved or worth love. franziska loves him more than anything, and he did that to her on the tail end of her father’s incarceration. she lost both of her favourite people in the span of a few months. 
she ran away at the end of JFA and intended to give up on everything. and she ran away from him because if she abandons him first, he cannot abandon her. but nothing miles says in that scene undermines the fact that he chased after her. he could look her in the eyes and tell her she was scum to him but the fact of the matter is he followed her. he loved her enough to not be content just letting her give up and run away. he chased after her. can you imagine what that must’ve meant to her? 
he didn’t have to chase her. and he didn’t have to bring her whip back. and when he said ‘if you stop being a prosecutor, this is where we part ways’ i think we all knew he was not being literal. i think we all knew he was full of shit. i think what miles meant by that was to light a fire beneath her. to say that he had no intention of stopping, that he would keep on fighting, and that he wanted her to fight alongside him. they’ve always been rivals and they have always pushed each other to do better and be better, and miles knows that rivalry drives franziska unlike anything else. she doesn’t actually want to stop prosecuting, she’s just emotionally vulnerable and struggling to cope and throwing a bit of a tantrum about it, and so he pokes at an old button he knows will clear her head. franziska is a difficult person, but miles edgeworth knows her more than any person in the world, he knows how to love her and he does. he loves her so much.
she has seen a lot of pain in JFA. she has seen a lot of wicked words thrown her way, a lot of pushback, a lot of antagonism and banter and bickering, but the one thing no one shows her is kindness and love. phoenix tries, when he brings her flowers, but he gets nervous and backs out at the last second. gumshoe tries, but he does it out of earshot where she can’t hear. every nice thing someone says about franziska, they say while she is not there to listen. miles is the only person who looks her in the face and says he loves her. 
it is love that allows her the space to fall to pieces. it is love that shatters her veneer and turns her into a sobbing mess. she’s literally just a little girl who was forced to grow up too fast. she’s 18 years old and everything’s so hard. she just needed a fucking hug. 
no scene in ace attorney will ever, ever, EVER mean more to me.
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cyberfreaky · 8 months
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CELLOPHANE ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ PART III
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༘⋆ PAIRING — olo’eyktan!jake x fem!reader
༘⋆ SUMMARY — in which your taboo infatuation with your olo’eyktan begins to cause problems.
༘⋆ WARNINGS — age gap (32 & 22), mentions of daddy issues, power imbalance, no comfort angst, infidelity, mild violence, alcohol usage, arguing, eventual smut.
༘⋆ NOTES — i’m sorry this took so long my writers blocks has been so bad. pls forgive me love u. swoaseyn = kava bowl. i couldn’t find what they use for alcohol on pandora, so i jus implemented something from my own culture lmao i was shocked to find out there was a word in na’vi for kava bowl so i jus ran w/ it 😭 it’s basically like a drug made from the roots or stump of a kava shrub. & typically prepared in like a rlly gross drink. for me, it sorta gives the same effect as being drunk so ?? reader is a crying drunken mess in this xx s/o to the girlies who breakdown whenever they drink !!!
MASTERLIST + CELLOPHANE MASTERLIST
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you’d been mulling over that brief interaction with jake, already missing the gentleness of his hand on your cheek. ‘sweet’. he thought you were sweet. it was more than just being seen as ‘nice’ or ‘friendly’ — he meant more to his words. that simple word played on replay inside your mind throughout the entire day.
it influenced your entire attitude. your whole look on things between yourself and jake. it seemed like you didn’t have to try that hard to find ways to impress him - maybe he was already smitten. that little possibility was just enough to encourage your decisions for the celebration, including the attire you chose to wear.
“you’re looking hot.” ky’ana commented as she sauntered into your hut, her inquisitive eyes glancing up and down your body with a sly grin.
“or should i say ‘sweet’? would that be a better description?”
you rolled your eyes at ky'ana's mockery, smiling a little to yourself as you reminisced about what’d happened in the morning. “very funny.” you say sarcastically.
ky’ana had watched the entire ordeal unfold in front of her as she collected the fruits. the way jake caressed your cheek, sucking off the juice of the berry residue from his thumb. she knew all too well what his intentions were, which explained why she’d stepped away to continue with her tasks. if anyone had seen the way jake had grown to act around you - it was ky’ana. jake wasn’t as subtle as he believed he was.
you were finishing up the final details of your attire. your top was beaded, reflecting beautifully with amethyst and magenta tones. the thin top cascaded over your chest, barely covering the peaks of your breasts. your tewng was dangerously short, almost leaving nothing to the imagination with how slender the veil was. it was an annual celebration for the clan - you weren't the only person who'd be dressed in such a manner. but that didn't stop you from making subtle adjustments to show yourself off just a little more.
you'd woven flower petals into your dark braids, the pop of colour amidst your hair made you resemble royalty in a way. you definitely had dressed yourself up to impress, it was clear as day.
“getting all pretty for a certain someone?” ky’ana teased, standing behind you as she gave your ass a playful slap. she’d been relentless with her taunts ever since this morning, and truthfully - you didn’t mind it. you relished in the memory of it, and you wanted to be reminded of it constantly. to relive that memory until the end of time.
“maybe.” you glance over at your best friend, nibbling on your bottom lip to suppress your smile.
ky’ana could only laugh in response, linking her slender arm with yours as she lead you towards the camp grounds. “let’s go have some fun.”
the festival was in full effect. the clan celebrated loudly. a plentiful amount of music, cheer and dancing surrounded you and ky’ana as you both walked into the village. you were transfixed from the beauty of your people, how the liveliness of the illuminating forest and beaconing moonlight shone upon them. it was certainly a sight to see. after the gruelling months that your people had experienced during their ambushes - seeing them in a state of pure merriment and euphoria warmed your heart.
your hopeful eyes drifted across the lively festival, desperate to spot out jake amongst the crowd. the boisterous sounds of the festival had turned into white noise, your gaze immediately falling on him from across the blazing bonfire. sparks of excitement jolted through your body as your tail began to swish behind you, flicking up in the air as if you’d been given a treat.
jake was far too busy with his family to even recognise you. him and neytiri were holding little tuk on their shoulders together, providing their youngest daughter with the perfect view of the clan’s celebration. a sudden wave of jealousy washed over you like a tidal wave - it came crashing down hard as you watched just how joyful they were. you began to feel ridiculous for how ecstatic you’d been to see jake, for him to see you in such a tantalising outfit. maybe you’d done it again - mistaking his kindness for something more.
ky’ana took notice of your reaction, her gaze following yours and screwing up her face up at the scene. she nudged your side, giving you a weary smile as she tried to distract you from your dismay.
“c’mon, let’s get something to eat.” ky’ana insisted, giving you no choice but to go with her as she dragged you along.
you reluctantly looked away from jake in the distance, your lips forming a slight pout while you followed besides ky’ana. your disappointment would have been unjustified in everyone’s eyes except your best friend’s - she was truly the only person who could understand.
the both of you reached the supper area, an abundance of food displayed across the carved table. you picked up a piece of roasted teylu, sheepishly biting into the grub with a small frown. you couldn’t stop yourself from turning back around and glancing over at jake once again - stupidly punishing yourself by watching him. he was so happy. why would you try and ruin that? jake’s entire world was his family, his mate. you had no right to feel so envious about it.
“hey.” ky’ana says to you, tilting her head to side as she gauged your solemn expression. her delicate fingers graced your cheek, turning your head and forcing you to look into her narrowed eyes. “do not get hung up on that. we are having fun tonight, alright?”
“i feel stupid.” you mumble quietly, glancing down at the attire you’d carefully curated just for jake’s attention. you just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
ky’ana shook her head, stepping away for a brief moment before returning with a small, wooden bowl. she brought it up to her lips, taking a long sip of the murky liquid. her body jerked in reaction, her pupils dilating slightly just from the taste alone. “this will help.” she handed you the bowl with a mischievous smile. “drink up. all of it.”
you reluctantly raise the bowl to your mouth, your nose scrunching up as you inhaled the alcoholic scent. ky’ana only pestered you to drink it as she noticed your hesitation. you gave her an uneasy glance before sighing defeatedly, taking a long, deep breath in. with one swift motion, you downed the remaining of the drink.
you shriek in disgust, immediately gagging at the foul taste. it was too late to spit it out, you’d already swallowed the entirety of the bowl. you jumped up and down in your spot, fighting off the urge to dry heave across the village grounds. “that was disgusting! what was that?”
ky’ana cackled loudly at your reaction, taking the bowl from your hands with an amused grin. “don’t worry about what it is. the taste will be worth it…twenty minutes from now.”
“that wasn’t…no.” your eyes widen at the realisation of what ky’ana had made you drink. you look at the object in her hands, realising it wasn’t an average bowl. she was holding a kava bowl - a swoaseyn. “ky’ana! oh, eywa. i’m going to die tonight. i’m going to fucking die.”
you begin to freak out as you anxiously look around the village, feeling as though the camp was spinning around you. the paranoia was affecting your ability to focus, rather than the drink itself. you’d never experienced consuming kava, and you wouldn’t have expected that tonight would be the time. realistically, it hadn’t even entered your system yet. the fear of being in some drug-induced panic was causing this sudden outburst.
“it’ll be fine, trust me.” ky’ana placed two hands on your shoulders, levelling her calm eyes with your teary ones. she assuringly squeezed you, giving you a feeble shake to persuade you to relax. “i will be with you all night. i won’t leave your side at all, don’t worry. this is going to be an incredible night.”
you were panting relentlessly, nodding your head almost manically at this point. it took you a few moments of deep breaths and internal affirmations to eventually calm your nerves. “o-okay…i trust you.”
“good.” ky’ana smiled, taking your hand in hers and gently urging you towards the festival. “let’s dance.”
the two of you rushed over to the crowd, joining in the dances amongst the clan. you were stiff and awkward, which was to be expected on you after your little freak out. you watched intently as your people swayed expertly, moving in perfect motion with one another as the loud music boomed inside your ears. their slender bodies were pressed against each other’s, every movement and direction moved exactly in tandem with the banging drums.
the dances were much more provocative than you’d expected, unlike the typical festival traditions that had been more modest in movement. flickers of orange, blue and purple painted the faces of the crowd. the foreign scent of sweat and arousal shot through your senses, making your muscles tense slightly. it was like everyone was moving in slow motion, brushing against yours and ky’ana’s bodies as they dripped with sensuality. you began to grow mildly excited as you watched with hazed eyes, trying to mimic the dancing on your own. though failing, as per usual.
ky’ana encouraged you to follow her lead, standing in front of you with a wide smile. she held your soft hips, directing you to gently move yourself from side to side. the dance seemed difficult at first, as if you were a child taking their first steps. you held onto her shoulders for balance, trying to instruct yourself to follow the rhythm of the lively sounds that blasted tumultuously.
“just relax.” ky’ana soothes your nervousness, feeling how tense you were through the very tips of her fingers.
“shut up, i’m trying.” you argue with a frown, simply earning an inaudible chuckle from her.
with enough practice and instruction from ky’ana, you eventually found your rhythm. your hips swayed heavenly in motion with the music, perfectly matching the movement’s of the clan. this was a miraculous moment for you - considering you usually danced as if you had two, left feet. you laughed wildly as your frail arms reached into the air, allowing the effects of the steamy dancing and bitter kava to envelope your body entirely.
ky’ana was right. this did help you forget a little. enough to distract you from the fact that jake’s gaze would soon fall upon you from across the crowd.
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jake and neytiri were situated upon a perched, timber structure that resembled a stage, sat upon two makeshift thrones. this provided them with the perfect view of the exuberant celebration. they watched as their children ran unruly amongst the village grounds, enjoying the festivities with the other kids in the clan. it was truly a beautiful sight to see, the both of them grinning widely with intertwined hands.
“beautiful, hm?” neytiri says to jake while she looks upon the clan, smiling contently to herself as she soaks in the atmosphere.
jake nodded in agreement, giving neytiri’s hand a little squeeze. “one for the books, that’s for sure.” he chuckled with a dopey smile.
despite being mated with jake for as long as they had - neytiri still found his phrases quite confusing. across the years, she’d grown to find them more endearing than anything. even though she had no clue what jake was talking about half the time - she’d simply brush it off as sky people nonsense.
“yes. one for the books.” neytiri repeated jake’s words, laughing softly alongside him as their gazes drifted back over to the festival.
jake’s eyes darted across the crowd, his interest peaking as he watched how the clan danced with one another. it was certainly tantalising, almost lewd. he found his head slowly bopping on beat with the music, tapping his foot gently against the wood as he smiled flippantly to himself. these celebrations were always a joy to spectate, considering he wasn’t the greatest dancer. jake had tried many times to try and teach himself how to move like the na’vi, but to no avail. though, he didn’t mind - it was more fun to observe.
as jake quietly basked in the bustle of the festival, it didn’t take too long before you quickly snatched his attention. his mouth fell agape at the sight of you.
it was like a spotlight had shone upon you as his stare fixated completely on your movements. you were almost mesmerising in a way, each gyrate and gentle sway of your lustrous hips entranced jake. he could only see you. the detail you’d put into your outfit was noticed immediately by jake - and he could see it despite being so distanced from you. the pretty flowers in your hair, that little tewng - every. single. detail.
you were so carefree and beautiful, moving in such a way it could hypnotise a man. you’d never been so vivacious, and it didn’t seem like you even knew how truly alluring you were. how could you be so unknowingly bewitching?
no. i shouldn’t be looking.
a surge of guilt spread throughout jake as he found himself practically drooling. he shouldn’t be looking at you in such a way - he was mated. and happily so. it only made matters worse that he was holding his wife’s hand, all while his predatory stare was glued to someone else. and not just any woman. it was you.
“that girl is nothing but trouble.” neytiri suddenly comments, snapping jake out of his trance. he blinked profusely, shifting a little in his seat as his eyes darted over to his mate. he feared that he’d been caught staring at you - and the nerves bubbled inside him rapidly.
“what? what girl?”
neytiri gestured towards ky’ana, shaking her head at the girl in the crowd. “she is always causing problems.”
jake almost let out a sigh of relief once he realised neytiri wasn’t talking about you. while he questioned his mate’s judgement of ky’ana, he was just happy she hadn’t taken notice of his burning stare. “n-nah, she’s a good kid. little rough around the edges, is all.”
“she is a bad influence, look at what she has done to her friend.” neytiri scoffs at you in the crowd, almost taking pity on you - believing you were somehow a victim of ky’ana’s behaviour. “ma’jake, ky’ana gave her kava. i witnessed it with my own eyes.”
“what’s so bad about that? they’re just havin’ some fun. it’s a celebration, ain’t it?” jake tried to reason with neytiri, chortling lightly in hopes of lightening her mood. he was struck with confusion at her sudden disdain towards ky’ana, considering she’d never spoken about it with him.
“you know how her friend is. she is reserved, and quiet. and now she is dancing like some sort of sex symbol.”
jake feigned curiosity, using neytiri’s response as an excuse to look at you once again. she wasn’t wrong, you were dancing a little more amorously than the clan was at this point. it seemed that the kava had given you some sort of surge of confidence, and now you were in a state of pure ecstasy. in fact, your movements were so slow and sensual - it was clear you were no longer in a stable state of mind.
“yeah, i guess.” jake coughed awkwardly, tearing his eyes away from your body to look back at neytiri. “c’mon, don’t get so strung up on it. it’s harmless fun, nothin’ more to it.”
“i suppose.” neytiri mutters, leaning back into her seat as her fierce glare remains on ky’ana. though, it soon turns to an exasperated expression. “now look.”
jake gave neytiri an odd glance, looking back over at the crowd once again. his gaze instinctively falls on you as per usual, his eyes widening at the sight. in just a matter of moments, you’d managed to go from a lively, dancing joy to an emotional wreck in ky’ana’s arms. were you seriously this much of a lightweight? he felt bad for chuckling a little, but it wasn’t with malicious intent. he simply hadn’t expected you to react this way to kava, it was supposed to relax you. it appeared that you were the exception to the rule.
neytiri nudged jake’s arm, motioning for him to do something to help. “go and check on her.”
“huh? oh, uh. yeah, sure.” jake quickly rose from his seat, trying to suppress the excitement that was building within him.
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“shh, it’s alright.” ky’ana tried to console you, rubbing your back gently as you began to suddenly cry in her arms. truthfully, this was bound to happen. she knew you better than anyone else - and this was your first time experiencing a kava high. being the sensitive person you were, ky’ana expected this reaction, and she was fully prepared for what was to happen.
“i ju..just want someone to love me.” you sobbed onto ky’ana’s shoulder, dampening her warm skin with your tears. your speech was slurred and languid, leaving your mouth through drawn out cries. “i want j..jake, i can’t live w-without him.”
ky’ana lead you away from the crowd, keeping you firmly embraced you in a comforting hug. she couldn’t have anyone hearing what you were saying, knowing that you basically zero filter at this point. she didn’t want to risk you slipping up about your interest in jake. “c’mon, you’re being silly now. he’s just a guy, you’ll survive without him.” she laughed playfully at your dramatics.
you continued to cry drunkenly in ky’ana’s arms, your words coming out as nothing but incoherent gibberish. “ky’ana, you don’t get it. jake’s my. my love life. he is the love life..love my life. i want him s..so bad.”
your best friend could only chuckle in response, cooing quietly in your ear as she continued to console you. “i know, i know. he’s the love of your life, i get it.” she giggled into your ear, her soft hands running up and down your spine.
you’d lasted exactly an hour and a half before this breakdown came around. for you, that was rather impressive. for ky’ana, it was nice to see you let loose; even if it were for only a short amount of time. you were always so hung up on jake, jake, jake. and while she supported you no matter what - she knew that this little situation you had with him was doing you no good. at least not lately. you were so boy-crazy over jake that you’d started to lose your own identity in the midst of it.
“hey, there’s plenty of guys in the clan who’d kill to be with you.” ky’ana says with a smile, hoping her words would assure you just a little.
though, this had the opposite effect on you, and your sobs just worsened. “i don’t want anyone else! i-i want jake, h..he’s my, he’s the one i want.”
ky'ana simply allowed you to vent all your sadness to her, keeping you close to her as she rocked your body back and forth. you were so grateful for your best friend, she truly loved you. she had so much patience to deal with you and your annoying crush - but she wouldn't have it any other way.
after minutes of sulking, you felt ky'ana begin to tense up, her arms growing stiff around you as she suddenly stopped laughing. you were too busy babbling about jake to even question her reaction, and your confusion only heightened as she instructed you to be quiet. in your dazed state, you lifted your face from her shoulder and furrowed your eyes at her. you couldn't even muster up a proper response, opting to just whine stupidly as you tried to pry away from her.
"i’m being serious, shut up. jake’s coming." she warned in a hushed whisper, keeping her grip firmly around your shoulders.
all you heard was ‘jake’, and you instantly felt your heart flutter. you swivelled around while ky’ana kept you locked in her embrace, a lazy smile curling on your lips as tears continued to fall down your face. this was the first time jake had approached you during the festival, and in your mind - all you could think was he’d finally see your pretty outfit.
jake strode over to you and ky’ana with concerned visage, being careful with his choice of words in fear of making the situation worse. he wore bashful smile as he tried to gauge your reaction to his presence, but it was quite challenging considering you were smiling at him while bawling your eyes out.
“everything alright?” jake asks cautiously, more so speaking to ky’ana than you.
she nodded assuringly, trying to sway jake’s concerns in hopes of him leaving them alone. in your inebriated state, she couldn’t risk the possibility of you drunkenly admitting your feelings for him. “yeah, we’re good, sir. she, uh..she’s just tired.”
her lie was so bad, it almost made jake cackle in response. “tired, huh?” he’d croon with a lighthearted chortle, eyeing down your stumbling frame in ky’ana’s grasp. “y’know, i wasn’t born yesterday.”
“it’s, uh..”
ky’ana was cut off by your muddled words. “hiii.” you waved at jake, giggling deliriously as you stared at him with hazed, admiring eyes.
“hey, hon.” jake returned the gesture, giving you a small wave. his smile grew wider, almost smitten by how cheery your voice was. “you feelin’ alright?”
“m’feeling great, jake.” you held two thumbs up, still in a fit of drunken giggles. “i am just..just fantastic.”
a sense of warmth rose in jake as you answered his question, seeing you in such an inebriated state wasn’t a sight he thought he’d witness tonight. jake found it equal parts amusing and gushing, he’d be more than willing to listen to your drunken rambling all night long. was this thought innocent in nature? jake had no idea anymore. he couldn’t brush off the way he’d been watching you. but he kept that curiosity hidden deeply inside his mind - wrapped up in pure denial.
your back was pressing hard against ky’ana chest, making it blatantly obvious you were struggling to keep balanced. your friend was putting in her best efforts to support you, though her weaker arms were struggling to clutch your weight. ky’ana was trying to shield her discomfort with a forced smile, taking her leg and hooking it around your knee, hoping to straighten it. but each attempt was met with buckled knees, and your body slumping heavier in her hold.
jake was observing the entire ordeal, feeling awfully sympathetic towards ky’ana as she kept trying to help you. she clearly cared about you, and she’d spent the night thus far comforting you. jake wished neytiri could see her in this light.
“i could help ‘ya take her home.” jake suggests to ky’ana, his benevolent yet pitied gaze hinting he could tell how hard she was fighting to hold you upwards.
ky’ana was swift to protest against jake’s help, her demeanour shifting to a sudden apprehension. “i’m good, sir. i’ll get her back just fine.”
but after you stumbled once again and nearly caused ky’ana to topple over, it was clear jake wasn’t taking no for an answer. he stepped forward and swiftly scooped you up bridal style, your body going limp in his arms immediately. if you were sober, your mind would be going absolutely haywire. being cradled in jake’s brawny arms, flushed face pressed against the soft of his chest was all you wanted.
you wouldn’t even remember it the next day, and you were too intoxicated to appreciate it in the moment.
“i’ve got’cha, sweetheart. how’s about we get ‘ya home for some rest, hm?” jake cooed to you, pushing those tingling feelings blooming in his tummy. he tried to subside it with that typical, friendliness he usually possessed.
“mhm.” you nodded languidly.
ky’ana nervously stared at you in jake’s embrace, her insides churning at the thought of you stupidly saying something you shouldn’t. and at the rate you were going, that potential of her fear becoming a reality was a reality was much more than likely.
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marthawrites · 11 months
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The Gift That Keeps Giving
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Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader
Word count: 3.8k+
Can be read as a one shot but reads best as part 2 to A Gift for the Queen (pls be kind it was the second thing I wrote ♥)
About: You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.
Includes: Explicit sexual content!! *takes a really deep breath* involving typical canon incest, M/F/F content, p in v, female masturbation, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, some degradation, manhandling, crying, adult language, and aftercare. With a sweet ending. WHEW. That's a mouthful. Idk friends there's a lot going on here and if I missed anything I apologize!
Note: Hello lovely reader! I'm not in charge of your imagination, but I write with the implications that Westerosi men go in raw and are uncut. Do with that info however you like. As always, reader is nondescript! Huge shout out to my girl Eliza who is just fucking awesome and I love her. This has been stewing in my brain forever and I finally was able to get it out. It's filthy. Please, enjoy! ♥
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While it wasn't home, Dragonstone remained lovely. What made it even more lovely was the attention Rhaenyra bestowed upon you during the early mornings and late into the evenings. The Black Queen, despite (or perhaps in spite of) the neverending amount of responsibilities she had, had an insatiable taste for pleasure.
Her body showed all the signs of motherhood: faded stretch marks, widened hips, heavy breasts, and a soft cushion of fat around her middle. If she was beautiful before, deemed "The Realm's Delight" by her uncle-husband, then she was even more so now. Motherhood fit Rhaenyra. And in turn she was a good mom, too. 
You couldn't imagine how she balanced everything on her plate. Being a caring mother, a Queen against an upsurer king, a wife… How?
Daemon and Rhaenyra, like many in their ancestry, could only be sated by the fire of a fellow Targaryen. Twin flames from somewhere deep and ancient in the earth. Together they burned. You were certain it was the passion they shared in their intimate moments that kept them in check; a contained bonfire instead of rampant wildfire.
The Rogue Prince, still standing by what he said the first night you shared with them, had yet to let you have his cock. "Whores aren't deserving of my seed." As much as you savored every second of pleasure with Rhaenyra, you ached for him.
Doing as you were told, you sat in one of their chairs and were allowed to merely watch as Rhaenyra rode her husband until sweat sheened on her skin and her legs shook from exertion. It was torture. Daemon had a beautiful cock. Thick, solid, and forever eager to be wrapped around his wife's needy cunt; seemingly as many times as she'd like. And there you were. Both of your legs draped over the arms of the chair to expose yourself wide open, fingers fucking into yourself at the show, unable to reach the kind of climaxes Rhaenyra experienced. Your fingers were half useless despite their best efforts.
"You're being awfully quiet over here," Daemon crooned, walking over to you once he and his wife were finished. Sweat sheened on him too. "Is your Queen fucking her prince so boring?"
You'd been far from quiet. A blush had taken home in your cheeks and your folds glistened with evidence of orgasm. "Never boring," you breathed in reply, looking up at Daemon from beneath your lashes.
He tutted and swatted your hand away from your center. "You are. Perhaps you need to be reminded just how loud you can get." Bringing two fingers up to your mouth he pushed past your lips until his Targaryen signet squished against the corner of your mouth. He smirked at your eager acceptance. He planted his other hand upon the back of your chair, eyes keen on you.
Were your gag reflex any weaker it would have stuttered around his abrupt intrusion. The shadow of his bulk looming over you caused a whine of anticipation to escape your throat, vibrating around his fingers.
He pulled them out and a lewd little line of spittle broke between your lip and the tip of his finger. 
"My prince…," you purred, heart thumping wildly beneath your flushed chest. "I do think I need to be reminded. I haven't had a cock in sooo long… my fingers can only go so far. They are much smaller than you." Unintentionally – or perhaps wholly intentionally – your hips squirmed in a silent beg for any sort of attention he might give you.
Dark amusement swelled his pupils. "Small and pathetic," he said sardonically. "Can you even reach where you're begging to be touched?" With his question he delivered a quick smack to the fullness of your spread cunt. 
You yelped, surprised, eyes popping open as a second slap followed. "A-ah!" Your legs closed in an attempt to shield yourself from his touch.
"Play nice with our sweet girl," Rhaenyra chimed from the bed. Amusement laced her words too. "We want her to be eager to play later. Isn't that right, husband?"
Flicking your attention to the marital bed you saw that Rhaenyra didn't look up or anything else – content to lay and relax in bliss for a few moments longer before getting ready for the day.
Daemon sniggered, one big hand easily parting your legs open. You weren't squeezing too hard, merely had your thighs pressed together to keep yourself protected from further taunts. "That's right," he replied to his wife over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to you. “Our favorite, and prettiest, whore.”
The weight of his gaze sent your own pupils swelling. You smiled at his praise. “Always happy to be in service of my Queen. And King.” The Prince Consort liked it when you called him that. He liked it even more when it spilled from your pretty lips in a beg for him to fuck you – a gift he still hadn’t given you. Most, though, he liked it when you and Rhaenyra half whispered it on your knees between sharing his cock.
A third slap was delivered to your cunt and you barely managed to muffle a startled whimper behind a bitten lip. “How quickly do you think you could come on my fingers?” He tilted his head in question, eyes still sharp on yours. In the same motion he squeezed the back of your chair for extra support while pushing two calloused digits into your yearning center. He knew right where to find that delightfully sensitive spot along your walls. He sought it and abused it. And, to make matters all the more lascivious, his thumb worked your clit in tandem. “You won’t get a second chance, girl. If you wish to come, then come. Now.” His pace was brutal. And wonderful. He had no shame when it came to pleasure; the obscenity of the wet slaps from his finger fucking sent you over the edge quickly.
The coil of pleasure in your belly snapped with all the force it had been wired with; a straining haste that left you gasping as if Daemon’s hand were wrapped around your throat. A moment ago you were merely under his gaze. Now, your thighs squeezed his forearm as bliss washed over you in hot waves of desperation. You whined a string of moans so sweet it sent the towering prince to near purrs.
“Say thank you,” he said, pulling his fingers from your clenching depths.
“Thank you, my prince.” 
That is how Daemon and Rhaenyra left you for the day. Alone to do as you please; eager for their return. Duty called and kept them away until after sundown.
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“Will Daemon not want to be present for this, your Grace?” You were barely able to whisper between heated pants. 
Rhaenyra had propped pillows beneath your backside to give herself a better angle to your soaked core. Her arms were looped around your thighs so she could support herself upon her elbows. She was happily face down into you with her ass up and pointed to the door. Slowly, she lapped, and slowly, she sucked, seeming to be more than content to have you as many times as she pleased. Your fingers curled in her soft hair. It was in a single haphazard braid and you didn’t feel guilty for messing it up anymore than it already was. 
A playful hum vibrated against your folds. “Even in this room I am still the Queen. If my lord husband isn’t happy with what he sees upon arrival, then, well…,” she paused, thinking. “I suppose he won’t get to play.” She returned her attention to you and your eyes rolled closed at the skill of her mouth. 
Just on the edge of your pleasure, right before you were flung into the crest, the door opened and Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder to see who would come in so rudely. The peak she’d been working you towards was gone in an instant. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t take long to reach again.
“Sȳz bantis, ābrazȳrys,” good evening wife, Daemon said softly in High Valyrian – their ancestral language a thing you still couldn’t understand. “Emare kirimves?” having fun He asked with a quirk of brow.
“Kessa,” yes she replied, grinning.
By now the door was latched and locked behind him. “Ȳdra daor ivestragī nyke keligon ao,” don’t let me stop you he said and he stepped further into the room and began to disarm and undress.
Were these two ever not horny? You thought privately to yourself. Almost daily, and sometimes multiple times a day, they coupled. You’d witnessed firsthand their sex life was far from boring – and that’s only what you’ve seen! Surely you hadn’t witnessed all that their passion could bring. 
“Ziry's mazilībagon, valzȳrys,” she’s set, husband Rhaenyra said with a glimmer you hadn’t seen in her eyes before. Her attention turned fully to you, then, a smolder behind her vibrancy. “Tonight it’s my turn to watch,” she cooed, delicately kissing your sensitive bud in departure.
A shudder ran through you at the combination of her words and lips. Could she really mean…? Was tonight the night you’d been waiting for since arriving at Dragonstone with the Rogue Prince? Excitement shot through you as Rhaenyra moved from the bed to the chair you normally sat in. Even fully nude she looked like a queen should. Poised. Regal: a glimmer of something mischievous or unhinged – perhaps both – right there behind her eyes.
Daemon, now nude, wordlessly beckoned you over. He stood at the edge of the bed: every burn and scar of his seasoned warriors' body on display in the low light of their room. You obeyed with barely any other thought in your head. The same glint as his wife's shown in his face. You were nothing but a play thing for them. A pretty little bird for them to clip and make sing. If Dragonstone – their room – were your cage, you cared little. Who would ever complain about being in service to the Black Queen and her Prince Consort?
"Kiss it," he said evenly, a bite of sternness behind his tone.
He wasn't yet hard. Even his flaccid manhood made your thighs clench. It was as handsome as the rest of him and you wasted no time in trailing warm kisses along his cock, reveling in the sensation of him growing harder beneath your attention. "Gonna let me have it all for myself tonight?" You asked, pumping along his length with a spit-slick hand. Your kisses were open mouthed and wet, tongue accompanying here and there.
"Be a good little whore and quit teasing. If you want it hard then make it hard. Stop this playing," Daemon sneered down at you, pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger to turn your eyes up to him. "Have you had a good day lazing about like a spoiled cat?" Head tilted with his question, traditional silver tresses catching moonlight. "No thoughts in your pretty head… daydreaming about being bent over and fucked. How does it feel to haven't anything to fret over?" A mock laced his tone – bitterness and amusement alike.
You merely smiled up at him. Taunting. "Boring…," you replied before taking his tip between your lips. He tasted warm and salty. Your head bobbed forward and backward as you worked him up the way you knew he liked it. Musk filled your nose and your core instantly clenched. You wanted nothing more than to have him thrusting in and out of you: claiming you, taking you, using you for his pleasure. And if you were lucky, Rhaenyra would join too.
He laughed dryly. "A spoiled little bitch." He twitched in your mouth. By now his cock was fully hardened and slobbery; your eyes glassy from need and strain. Whether prompted by your words or a wave of lust, he grabbed the sides of your arms, squeezing harshly, and maneuvered you around to his liking.
Before you could put it all together, you were on your hands and knees atop the bed with Daemon looming behind you. His cock seared your skin. You gasped wholly surprised and wanton as you looked up to where Rhaenyra still sat and watched; purple eyes alight with wickedness. "Your Grace…?" You asked, spine bending down tantalizingly to prop your ass firmer against the Rogue Prince. Lust consumed your blood and you gripped the plush bedclothes, cunt throbbing with anticipation.
"It's time for you to have your fun. And for me to have mine," she replied, lips pouting in a smile before flashing her teeth in a delighted expression. In her hand she held a phallic shaped object and you knew exactly what it was. The base portion that was meant to be held sparkled with an array of dazzling cut gemstones. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds. The toy the Black Queen meant to fuck herself with gleamed with enough wealth to buy youself a comfortable new life – and yet for her it was merely another thing. An object to use for pleasure as her husband fucked her sweet little pet. She looked at Daemon with a tilt of her head, her body lax and open for the voyeuristic experience. Whatever was shared between them was private, meant for only husband and wife, and Rhaenyra bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
Daemon’s hands gripped your hips and your heart thumped to a new high. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered how many other women – or men, if the rumors you'd heard of the dragon prince were true – were in this position before. Words couldn't even form on your tongue. All you could manage was a sultry connection with Rhaenyra as your eyes stayed on her. Eager. Excited. Fucking elated. 
She began circling her clit right as Daemon lined himself up with you. His tip was swollen with as much need as coursed through you, and he pushed himself into your saturated core. 
Immediately your jaw slackened with a lusty gasp. He was so big, and so thick, and so hot, that the air was forced from your lungs. He pushed deeper and your eyelids fluttered, fingers gripping into the smooth quilts. With a final flex of his hips and thighs, he was fully hilted into you. 
The weight of his torso fell over your back. "If I were any smaller you'd be loose around me, whore," he hissed by your ear, one big calloused hand palming up the length of your spine until it reached the back of your neck. He held you there, mindful of his finger placement, before dragging his hips backwards. 
You barely had time to miss the delirious stretch of him, because when he snapped forward into you, an unrestrained moan shuddered through your form. "O-oh! Yes, Daemon, please…!"
He grunted as his grip tightened around your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that padded there. "Was it your Queen who got this cunt so wet? Or was it me?" He asked, the slaps of his pelvis against your asscheeks quickly filling the bedchamber. The natural clench of your body had his already hot blood boiling. The desire to relentlessly pound into you for his own high and pleasure clouded his mind. As much as he'd love to give into that primal part of himself, he wouldn't. There wasn't any fun in that. At least the kind of fun he and Rhaenyra were after.
"Both," you barely managed to say. He'd hardly been fucking you for longer than a few moments and already he had you cockdrunk and ready to drool into their expensive bedding. His pace and pressure hit you at all the right angles. You’d been with Rhaenyra and Daemon exclusively for a couple moons now, and you hadn’t the satisfaction of a cock in that time. The backs of your legs tightened. Your toes curled.
A dark laugh vibrated out from Daemon. "Look at you... already dazed out on my cock. Little slut. You don't get to finish yet," he said with a firm slap to your backside, pulling out and leaving you empty right before climax could wash over you. "Watch your Queen's perfect cunny take her toy." Pulling you by the hair at the back of your head, he turned your attention forward as he slid into you once again. His pace, while still as powerful, was slower this time. His balls slapped against your clit to add another level of obscenity to the lewdness of the night’s event.
The denial of your orgasm seemed to spur Rhaenyra on even more than she already was. The smooth leather wrap of the dildo shone with her slick. Her hips rolled in tandem with her wrist, and both were accented by her pants and whimpers of solo bliss. Pleasure relaxed her face. She grinned at both of you.
Wonderful tension coiled in the pit of your belly. Warm, and tight, and tingling, echoes of it reverberated throughout your entire body and your eyes closed with the sensations. Daemon’s grip hardly laxed, yet you still found the strength to push back against him to meet his thrusts. It was maddening. Beautifully maddening. Something – perhaps nothing – changed in his pace and the embers he’d been stoking threatened to combust. “I’m gon–... fuck, please, my prince… Don’t stop!”
Instantly, he pulled out of you and stopped. The entirety of his length was shiny with your arousal; even the hair of his groin was damp with you. He laughed when you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him with wetted eyelashes. “You should see yourself right now. Pathetic.”
Rhaenyra’s ministrations grew hotter and sloppier, climax seeming to threaten her as well. Unlike you, she didn’t have anyone controlling the reins. The Black Queen gave into her pleasure and allowed orgasm to take her. Panting, shuddering, and glowing, she was lovely in the throes of her peak.
The squelching of her bejeweled toy sent Daemon half-feral. He flipped you over on your back, leering down at you as he squished your thighs flat against your breasts. You were bent in half and each thrust led him to the deepest parts of your cunt. You half screamed behind your hand, jolts of white hot ecstasy webbing throughout your senses as he fucked you. “Cover your mouth again and I’ll fucking smack you,” he huffed between throaty growls, relishing the sight of you and his wife alike. She was fucking herself again, greedy for more.
This had to be part of the game they were playing. The build up of your peak only to be denied at the last second… what a cruel thing to do. Emotion swam in your eyes until they were glassy from unshed tears. “Please let me come!”
Again, he pulled out from you. Again, you glared with a half sob. The muscles of your legs shook and your scalp felt fuzzy. He wasn’t going easy on you and you wondered how long he could do this before he drowned beneath a crest too. Tears pricked from the outsides of your eyes to roll behind your ears. He almost lost it right then and there. “No,” he smirked coldly. Muscles flexed and tightened as he positioned you up on your knees: his front to your back, you facing Rhaenyra, one arm holding you flush to him as the other gripped your hip. “She likes it when you cry. Let’s show her more of those pretty tears, hm?” He rasped by the shell of your ear, pushing into your overly sensitive center.
A sheen of sweat covered Rhaenyra. The fingers of her free hand played with her clit now, too, edging her bliss as long as she could.
Daemon palmed your breasts and squeezed your nipples. His pace was near brutal now; sweat slicked between your bodies through the control and exertion. “Gods… it’s too much! Please, your Grace, my prince…!” You begged through broken moans. Just as your body began shuddering against Daemon’s, he stopped all he was doing and let his cock slip out of your bullied walls. You sobbed fully this time. Tears fell down your face. Desperation washed over you. They were cruel – both of them – never had they strung you along like this.
“Poor sweet little whore. Begging and crying. It should be your Queen you’re begging to. Let’s give her one more orgasm, yeah? Then maybe she’ll let you finish on your prince’s cock.” 
As if together, Rhaenyra’s self-driven thrusts matched Daemon’s as he began taking you yet again. You couldn’t think straight. Could hardly keep your blurry eyes open. You cried out whimpered moans of their names and begged through broken syllables. It was too much. All of it was too much. Daemon’s cock felt so fucking good it took everything you could muster to not give in to your body’s primal desires.
Fresh tears clumped your eyelashes. Rhaenyra found her second climax at the sight of them. Her chest heaved with the force of it; soft abdomen rolled with the release. Creamy slick coated her dildo and her actions finally slowed before stopping; core too sensitive to take anymore.
“Come now, girl,” Daemon cooed, fingertips swiping and circling over your clit. You didn’t need to be told twice. Once your orgasm took hold of you, you nearly blacked out with its intensity. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, and if you weren't already teary you would have cried real tears with the release of such a high build up. 
Your gripping and convulsing walls were too much for the Rogue Prince, too, and he barely pulled free from your depths to release his seed into the air. Ropes of it landed atop the bedding – white against the dark material – and he groaned like a beast at your back. 
You slumped forward, wholly spent, and Daemon carefully moved from behind you. Laying on your belly you looked between Daemon and Rhaenyra, laughing. "Seven Hells… maybe next time there could be a little warning?"
Sweat and sex hung in the air and it took all of you a few moments to gather yourselves from the fervor of shared passion.
"That takes some of the fun out of it though," Rhaenyra answered after a few moments as she walked to you with a clean washcloth. She had a silk robe wrapped loosely around her. She bent to kiss your forehead. "You did very well for us tonight, little dove. If you truly wanted it to stop, you know all you needed was to say something."
"I know," you replied, cleaning yourself up. "Thank you."
"My lord husband wasn't too rough with you, was he?" She asked sincerely.
You laughed again and shook your head. "No, your Grace."
He smirked at your answer, as did Rhaenyra. "Good," she said. "We can all remember that for next time."
The three of you finished cleaning up with light-hearted chatter and soft touches. Afterwards, wine and a late night snack were shared. When sleep finally overcame you, all of you were a tangle of limbs and silk in the big bed.
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Where's Mommy?
Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Part 8
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Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.
Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Characters: Comet, Cara (child OFC)
Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff
Word Count: 2.1k
Author's Note: After two consecutive heavy chapters of Wolffe angst, I figured it was time for something a bit lighter. So, you get more Comet and Cara! Honestly, I love their dynamic so much. It's cute and adorable, and it's my favorite. Cara doesn't view Comet as an uncle, but more like a big brother and that's how Comet feels too. Be forewarned, there are still sad undertones. I also really wanted to cut this chapter in half, but there was no good way to do it. As always, please enjoy 💚
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8
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Before Comet makes his way to Cara's room, he stops by the kitchen to do what Wolffe asked him. It really is a mess, but at least they were able to make Wolffe think about something else for a couple of minutes. Comet can't even begin to imagine how difficult it is for Wolffe to go through this, but on the flip-side, it's incredibly difficult for any of them to watch, especially when they know there's nothing they can do to alleviate Wolffe's or Cara's pain. It's such a tragedy.
While still in the kitchen, Comet catches a glimpse of a flower-patterned apron hanging on a hook. He approaches the garment and rubs the fabric between his fingers with fondness, remembering when he first became part of the wolfpack. He was just a shiny, hot off Kamino and assigned to the most rugged of commanders serving alongside two veteran clones, and yet, they took him in like family. She took him in like family, too, and made him his first real meal.
Comet smiles at the memory. The pack misses her too, even if they don't say it out loud. With Wolffe still raw from her passing, it's not the time nor the place for them to air their own sorrows, but they still feel it. The hole she left behind and the vacuum it created in all of their lives. She was kind, gentle, loving, and could go toe-to-toe with Wolffe like no one he's ever seen. He chuckles at a memory of Wolffe retreating with his tail between his legs after being scolded.
Realizing that he forgot about his other mission, Comet leaves the apron where it hangs and makes his way back to Cara's room. He'll have to remember to grab it before they leave. Wolffe will want to take it with him. At least, he thinks Wolffe will want to take it. If not, then he might grab it out of pure fondness. They're all aware that once they vacate the apartment, everything in it will be trashed, and the thought of that apron laying in a pile of trash makes his skin prickle.
On his way to Cara's room, Comet grabs the largest box he can find. Wolffe said one box, but he didn't say it had to be a certain size. He knows it's going to be an uphill battle to get Cara to pick and choose what she keeps, so a bigger box will make it easier. She's four, and she'll grow out of most of her things in a couple of cycles, which means he needs to guide the choosing. It may be difficult now, but she'll thank him one day when she's older. If he's alive to see her older.
As he approaches her room, he doesn't hear any noise, which makes him suspicious of what she's doing in there. Maybe all that crying and screaming wore her out and she fell asleep. If that's the case, this just became a lot more difficult. If it's one thing Comet has learned from spending time with children, it's that you never wake them from a nap. Kids are mean when they're tired and they will make you feel every ounce of their displeasure at being woken up.
Reluctantly, Comet opens the door, and to his surprise the lights are on. A quick inspection of the room shows no signs of life within the four corners, but there is a suspicious child-sized lump under a blanket in the middle of the bed. Comet sighs. Just what he was afraid of. When he steps closer, the lump moves. He crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, watching the lump squirm around. She's not asleep, she's hiding. Comet smirks and decides to play along.
"Oh, no," he says dramatically. "Whatever will I do? I seem to have lost Cara."
The lump giggles and Comet smiles.
"Wolffe is going to kill me," he continues while slowly creeping towards the bed.
The lump giggles louder and Comet sneaks up real close, ready to pounce.
"I'll be decommissioned for sure," he says, then grabs the lump and hoists it up into the air.
Cara squeals.
"Found you!" he exclaims.
"No!" Cara squirms in Comet's grasp. "Put me down!"
Comet plops down onto Cara's bed, places her on his lap, and uncovers her from the blanket. "Are you hiding from me, ad'ika?" he asks.
She wiggles her little body and tries to escape from him, but his grip is firm. "No," she pouts and sticks her tongue out at him.
Comet raises a brow. "Really?"
"I don't want to," she whines.
"Ad'ika," he sighs. "I don't want to either, but sometimes we have to do things we don't like."
"What's an add-ee-ka?" she asks.
Comet knows she's stalling, but it's an easy enough question to answer. "It means child, but in a more loving way." He wanted to use the word affectionate, but she may not understand that yet.
"Why doesn't daddy call me that?" she asks.
Comet thinks for a moment, because he's wondered the same thing. He shrugs. "I don't really know why."
"Does daddy not love me?" she asks.
Comet's brain stalls. The mental leaps and bounds she just made caught him completely off guard. How could she think, even for a second, that Wolffe doesn't love her? It baffles him. Wolffe talks about her all of the time, to anyone who will listen, and even to those who won't. There's nothing he won't do for his daughter, well, except leave the army. He would if he could, in a heartbeat, but they'd track him down and decommission him without a second thought.
Comet shifts Cara on his lap so that she's facing him and gently brushes some of the curls away. "Your dad loves you very much," he says. "So much so that he can't express all of it, even if he tries. He misses you all of the time when he's out on missions and it makes him very sad to be away from you."
"Oh," she says. "Does daddy love mommy?"
"Very much," he answers. "Almost as much as he loves you."
"Then why isn't daddy sad about mommy?" she asks.
"What makes you think he's not sad?" he asks.
"Daddy doesn't cry," she says. "I cry when I'm sad."
Comet's eyes soften and he wraps his arms around her. "He does. Trust me, he does. But daddies are different from ad'ike. Daddies don't cry like you do when you're sad. They cry by themselves."
"Why?" she asks.
"Because," he begins, then pauses as he tries to figure out how to explain it. "He wants to stay strong so he can take care of you."
"Oh," she says.
"You see," he explains further. "Love isn't stored in our words or even our actions. It's stored here." He places a hand on his heart. "Inside our hearts, our ka'rta."
"Ka-ro-ta," she pronounces. "Sounds like carrot."
Comet snorts, then starts laughing. "Yeah, I guess it does."
"So, daddy loves mommy in here?" she asks while placing her hand on her heart.
"Yes, exactly," he says while tapping her nose. "And he loves you in there, too."
"I love daddy in here, too," she says. "And mommy."
"Good," he says. "You keep them in there forever, okay?"
Cara smiles. "I will."
Comet really doesn't want to change the subject or ruin the mood, but time is running short and he still has a job to do. "You know," he begins. "If we don't pack up this box, you won't be able to bring anything with you."
Cara's eyes widen and she scrambles off Comet's lap to start filling the box. She may have been stalling, but he's glad she asked those questions. The last thing Wolffe needs is for his daughter to think he doesn't love her. He would crumble into a pile of dust if he ever found out. Wolffe may not be able to spend a lot of time with Cara because of the war, but he really does love her, and Comet hopes Wolffe will continue to show her that love every chance he gets.
The packing process goes pretty much as Comet expects. Cara grabs a whole bunch of things and tosses them into the box without really thinking about it. While she rummages through her shelves and closets, Comet stealthily removes certain things from the box. If she realizes they're gone, then maybe she does want them, but if she doesn't see them missing from the box, then she probably won't miss them at all. It's a gamble, but one he's willing to take for her sake.
Comet makes sure to grab a few of the things he knows she'll actually want, like cloney, ducky, her favorite pajamas, a few bedtime stories, and the drawings she's made of her family. The drawings are easy because they're flat and can lay flush against the side of the box, so he's able to fit all of them. He knows she's going to need those when they get deployed and she's alone. Some of the toys are a bit harder, since they're bulky or oddly shaped, but he manages.
When the box is nearly full, Cara grabs the blanket off her bed and tries to stuff it in the box, but it's too big and it spills out all over the top and sides. She's had that blanket since birth, so Comet knows there's no parting with it and he needs to find a way to fit it in. He rearranges some items in the box, rolls the clothing instead of folding it, and adjusts some of the more angular things, but it still won't fit. Cara's on the verge of tears and Comet needs a new plan.
"Ad'ika," Comet says. "Would it be okay if I made your blanket into something else?"
Cara looks at him with watery eyes, and nods silently.
Comet smiles and scruffs her hair. "Don't worry. I'll fix this."
Besides learning how to cook delicious food, Comet picked up something else from Wolffe's wife. How to sew. It's an odd skill for a clone to have, but she loved to do it and he was always mesmerized by what she made. He's definitely not a master seamstress like her, but he knows his way around a needle and thread enough to be dangerous. He leaves Cara's room and grabs what he needs from the sewing closet: scissors, a needle, thread, buttons, and some stuffing.
Comet returns to Cara's room and lays out the blanket flat on the floor. He marks out the pattern with some chalk, and with Cara standing back, he cuts out the pattern. Placing that piece on more blanket, he cuts out the second piece in the same shape. With the cutting done, he places the scissors out of Cara's reach and sits on the floor to start sewing the pieces together. Cara leans over his shoulder to watch, just like she did with her mom. Comet smiles at her curiosity.
He takes his time with the stitching, because it would be of no use to her if it fell apart while he was gone and wasn't there to fix it. When he's done stitching most of the outer edge, he sews on the two button eyes, which proves to be difficult when Cara wraps her arms around his neck, practically strangling him. He readjusts her so he can breathe, then finishes sewing the buttons on. Lastly, he fills the opening with lots of stuffing, then closes the final stitches to finish the doll.
"Ta-da," he says, then hands the finished doll to her. "One tooka doll."
Cara's eyes light up and she squeezes it against her. "I love it!"
Comet smiles. "It should fit in the box now."
Cara places the doll in the box and smiles at Comet. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," Comet says. "Ready to go find your dad?"
Cara nods her head and runs out of the room.
Comet shakes his head and gets up off the floor. He picks the box up and grunts. It's a little heavier than he was expecting, but he did a good job of fitting everything in there. Cara would never be able to carry it, but he can. He'd carry anything for her. He'd carry her sadness if he could. He knows Wolffe would, too. Actually, there's not a member of the wolfpack who wouldn't do anything for Cara. She's family, a part of the pack, and now also motherless, just like them.
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In the middle of my HotD rewatch
The gyroscope of interpretation on this show has been at the forefront of my rewatch along with now having read some of the script and read/watched cast interviews.
This one inference made by Olivia Cooke (via Sarah Hess) has plagued me for the first few episodes.
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Now, now I know these waters are really muddy what with a few obvious conceptual things: "isn't this queer baiting" "if it wasn't it wouldn't be good sapphic representation anyway" "this is an actors interpretation" blah blah blah. I'm not arguing any of that.
Just that Olivia's head canon held against this scene hits SO MUCH HARDER
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Because I gotta say MY GOD imagine how that strikes Alicent if at some point her mother caught them together. Before they even really knew what they were doing (objectively to the tune of they were 13/14 not fully clear on platonic/romantic love) her mother impressed upon them it was wrong. When they denied and in some way or another Alicent/Rhaenyra saying "she never touched me." Only for Alicent to hear it echoed back to her years later like this... Knowing that even in her naïveté she would recognize the truth. That Alicent’s mother, naturally, kept this contained. Which honestly plays more to truly making Alicent more complex by the way she saw what “scandal” her mother covered up for her only for her to act out some perversion of this with Aegon when she’s a mother. A learned behavior twisted in the worst way, because that's what she knew.
Listen I fully understand that this show is NOT taking this angle even though there seems to be a huge division between what some writers and actors are playing to and the editors at HBO imaginably being like "what's all this gay shit?" BUT
I think it's part of what this show missed about TRAGEDY and I mean come on you want drama???? These girlies were ready to hand it to you on a silver plater! In this context I needed:
Rhaenyra being devastated by the news that Alicent was going to be marrying her father. The sheer heartbreak of “this can’t be happening” and knowing she would have lost Alicent to a husband but not THIS. Show her with Syrax, confiding in her dragon because now she has no other friend to talk to - I’m just saying if they were going with the context of “Fire & Blood itself is an unreliable narrator and only shows certain people’s views” - then a scene like this disrupts nothing. Tell me how when they prayed together and Alicent told her to "kneel with me" that part of Rhaenyra prayed for that world where they flew off on dragon back and ate cake.
Alicent being devastated - having her heart torn in two, crying behind every closed door knowing she was going to break the heart of her best friend. The deleted scene does give a peak of that being the case - but again it could/should have been included. Show me Alicent begging Rhaenyra to forgive her and desperately saying she loves her. I think one of the things that Team Green argues the most could have been explored by this avenue, Alicent is a victim of her marriage - it would be inherently more compelling if in the process she is also losing the closest thing to a "first love" she had. Show me Alicent at her desk writing letters to Rhae once a week and then ceremoniously burning them in the braziers. Alicent leaning more into religion as a means of getting out from under her repressed desires and past actions.
Show me both women struggling in their adulthood to even remember why they held "such childhood affections" for each other. Knock the fucking wind out of me with a line like, "the worst part of it all was that they only ever wanted to love each other."
To me one of the worst parts of this production (of which there's a few) has got to be this was the apex of completely missed opportunities to explore. In the premise of "going by unreliable sources" their queerness would be suppressed information. I even think it plays into the dynamic between Rhae-Alicent-Criston in a kind of "Jennifer's Body" way where Rhae was really only interested in him as the object of Alicent's desires which I believe is made a little clearer in the books. A kind of "see this could have been us if you didn't marry my bag-of-bones father" for Rhaenyra who clearly had no aversion to consorts.
I'm sorry to go on this rant, and yes I KNOW - the counter arguments for many of these points. I would even argue some of them further such as the sapphic representation not being invalidated simply because both women do end up with men in the source material. If this was the case then why was "Portrait of a Lady on Fire" received so well? This at the very least to say if they made Alicent and Rhaenyra explicitly queer it would still be less controversial than what the queer men on that show got … Still its not even to say "it's a better way" to explore more of Rhaenyra and Alicent's characters but its at least A WAY to do it. More than we got. Surely both sides could agree on that.
Sorry, now I'm just being pedantic. As a queer woman naturally I have a bias but I still think this was objectively a missed opportunity to explore. Both girl's back stories could have been enriched and tbh a lot of HOTD fans I know also had the same complaint that the time skip came in too early. I think it also makes things less likely to be so divisive between TG and TB when you look at the central pillars of this conflict. You can truly grieve for Alicent and Rhaenyra and what they lost already while on the verge of losing it all. Anyway, I gotta go cry about my divorced lesbian war wives.
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🎃BTAS!Scarecrow Headcanons🎃
X Reader included!
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Jonathan is a ‘cold and unfeeling’ man, on the outside that is. Despite his incessant need to show others how terryfing he is, he is awfully sentimental. He’s the kind of man to cry over a children’s picture book if it truly strikes a chord with him. The same could be said if you do simple gestures for him
I’d like to imagine that he’s a ‘Tea and heated blanket, maybe with a book’ kinda guy. It’s the comfort that gets to him, truly.
He’d keep copies of his favorite books at Arkham. Now, since this is BTAS, Arkham still mistreates everyone, but I can imagine they allow certain things into the inmates cells to keep them feeling a little more human. His favorite book is Dantes Inferno, because to him it’s a perfect example of fear encapsulated in one man’s mind. Go off, cornball.
He had a pet, once, back when he was a professor. She was an old kitten, who he’d kept with him since he was a child. She’s a black cat that’s missing part of her ear, and her name is Jessicat, which leads into the next headcanon.
All of his pets have a corny pun name. He has multiple, yes. Canonically he has a singular crow named Crowford, and he thinks it’s the funniest thing.
Most scarecrow x readers often veiw scarecrow as like, your protector but.. this man couldn’t save his ass let alone someone else’s. Yes, he would live and die for you, and do it over and over again, but he’s touch starved and lonely. He doesn’t expect it or demand it, but he’s the kinda guy to need to be comforted by his significant other all the time. Jonathan or Scarecrow he wants to feel cared for.
He’s good friends with Harley Quinn due to their shared position. Yes, it’s canon their friends but.. *sets off a smoke bomb and runs away*
Before joker fucking destroyed Gothams television, Jonathan and Edward would watch documentaries and discuss them. Now, Arkham didn’t have any services other than cable, and since there was always a fight on who got to watch what.. they hardly did enjoy spending time like that.
Shakes sometimes. Mostly an anxiety thing.
This is all I have for now. If you have a request please tell me! Dms are open, I think.
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make up sex with ramón arellano félix would include...
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a/n: yall are fucking feral for this man i love it anyways this was in my drafts. not nsfw...yet get to harassing me
so this inspiration for this came to me on one of my drives where i was blasting banda music as you do
and of course, i was screaming ya superame and this hit me okay
okay so quizas, los dos son un poquito toxic ve'da
like not unhinged, keying each other's cars toxic but like... jealous of anyone looks at the other a certain type of way toxic
so of course you get in your fights and stuff and you always say you're going to finally leave one another but wake up in the same bed the next morning
but like then it actually happens but not like leave and come back after a long weekend happen
but like, no matter how much it hurts you're going out with other people happened
so let me the set the scene for you
at the roxanne or christine whatever, somewhere these bitches own right
so as you would expect, mon has taken to drinking and doing drugs to mend the pain because baby boy can't cope for shit
can't cope with you not being there, can't cope with the fact that he ruined this, can't deal with the fact that he has to wake up every morning alone or even worse with someone in his bed that wasn't you
so obvi this man is drinking himself into the ground and of course being the tiniest bit toxica that you are you decide to go out dancing... at said club
and maybe part of it was just to rub salt into that wound for ramon or maybe you wanted to see if he still cared or ever cared at all fuck me
and i just the moment you enter the fucking club eyes are on you, well one particular set of eyes
can you just imagine ramon watching you walk in with someone from the VIP area looking over the like main dance floors and just pounding a fucking shot, immediately fucking going in for another one
and ramon is going through these whole ranges of emotions where he's like one minute pulling his gun out ready to march down to shoot someone in the face and another minute he's like pacing like no fuck that i'll show her, to like nearly crying i
and like you're dancing, with each song surprised you were able to get through it without interuption and a little disappointed about it too
and and then it starts happening right, mon throws down another fucking shot and is like fuck it, blooding boiling and fucking storming down the steps
he's parting dancers like the red fucking sea so you just see this figure b-lining towards you
and look i can just imagine the guy you came out with fucking hiding or running because can you imagine angry ramon coming barreling towards him
getting up to you, sweating and like heaving and he can't even open his mouth you're already face to face with him (more like face to chest) already laying in to him
"que parte no entiendes cuando te digo que no, la n o la o? tu tiempo se acabo, te juro que lla no te quiero ver"
and he just stops you right fucking there maam i just
"oh yeah, then why the fuck are you standing in my club right now, hm ? because you knew i was going to storm down here to get you, that's probably what you wanted isn't it" i just sexual tension you can feel it my dudes
you fucking scoffing at ramon can you hear me, looking at him in the eyes and audibly scoffing
"ya superame"
"do you think id be here if i could, mamita?" and then there's this moment where both of you are like waiting to see who is going to make the first move
but it's sure as fuck not going to be you so you kind of snatch your hand away and storm away
you driving home screaming some cortavenas from the top of your lungs i can't
then you pulling up and ramon's already fucking there leaning against his car like "you've always liked the long way home"
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ananiel · 7 months
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Moriarty the patriot x reader
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Femele reader, Louis james moriarty x reader
Imagine if reader was part of the plan. Maybe she comes from another country and is a really good strategist or better : an alchemist. As we saw in the manga Louis isn't going in all the missions and sometimes remains at the mansion. And reader being an alchemist/strategist would mean that she doesn't either.
Maybe the first Time they stay togheter they barely spoke to one another. Reader doing whatever plans/experiments William requested and Louis just cleaning or making something for when his brothers return.
So they slowly warm up to one another and develop a friendship. Louis would bring some tea and maybe some cookies and they will talk about anything that comes to mind or they will just sit in silence and Louis would watch Reader working.
Now Louis will slowly gain feelings and reader as well or maybe she already had them, but i don't think that Louis would say anything until the 3 years when Sherlock and William share they're lovers honeymoon in America.
I think that bacause we all know that Louis had a hard time accepting that William is dead. Louis loved his brother more than he loved himself. So imagine if Louis would be crying one night and reader hears his sobs and goes to his room to comfort him.
I imagine it like that sad audio where Louis would be crying into Readers shoulder and she will quietly whisper "it's okay" while having tears in her eyes herself but staying strong for Louis.
I think that only then would Louis accept his feelings and start courting reader. Knowing that they were friends before i think that they'll get married before William comes back.
I see Louis as such a good lover and i think he would hold reader in his sleep, hugging them and almost begging them not to leave him because he doesn't know what he would do if he loses another person dear to him.
Now after the time skip. Louis is happy that his brother is back and when William asks him how he has been he just shows his ring like "You remember the cute alchemist that made You that poison that could kill 10 grown men with only one mililiter? / strategist that made such a sick plan of tricking nobles by kidnapping they're lovers and telling them to go to a certain place where they would find they're lovers mutilated body and then be killed as well while we take care of all the slaves or humans that he tortured? Yea, i put a ring on her as fast as i could"
Now it would be even funnier if Sherlock and reader are friends or just have a good relationship in general because everyone knows how much Louis hates sherlock. So just think of Louis glaring at sherlock while reader looks away but when she turns to face Louis he just smiles and side eyes sherlock into being quiet.
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I am forever impressed by both the anime and the manga’s portrayal of the hawks/Jin/ Dabi scene. The art makes it beyond clear that what you are watching is a brutal murder. Jin trusts hawks and sees him as a friend, canonically hawks spends more time with jin than almost anyone else in the league. And while I’m not entirely certain that hawks views Jin as a friend, he was sympathetic at the very least. He thinks Jin is a good person and thats why he believes that jin is worthy of being saved. Which is a very common mindset for a lot of people: there is the RIGHT kind of criminal, and the wrong kind. Jin is warm and friendly and much of his origin can be traced back to bad luck. A car crash with the wrong people. Not like Dabi who is angry and violent, or shigaraki who is off putting and basks in destruction (not my view, hero societies). No no, there could never be more to their stories than what is skin deep.
That camaraderie is what makes the murder so horrific. Hawks doesn’t even want to kill him but he does it anyway, because his natural instinct to protect has been so deeply warped by the commission that he sees a man begging and crying in front of him and stabs him anyway. I am glad that the art made it clear that there is nothing heroic about this.
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This image is so chilling because up until this point for the most part hawks has been very approachable, the ideal handsome and friendly guy. His calculating nature pops up from time to time but he hasn’t seemed violent before and so for him to just switch like that so quickly with someone who was close to being a friend is terrifying. And so the animation makes sure to show that. To strip him of his golden aura and shroud him in darkness. Now I know that he “gave twice a chance” but frankly… I don’t think he really did. His black and white morality was so fucking clear in this scene, he asks twice if he will betray his friends and side with a group of people who are killing them. I’m not going to get into that because there are so many other, better metas out there talking about that but I find that very important here. Hawks looms over twice like a monster, it’s a brutal scene.
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In contrast I feel that dabis entrance is very interesting as well. He’s framed almost heroically, surrounded by light. His motives here are absolutely AT LEAST partly selfish but I also feel that he is motivated by a righteous anger over what hawks is doing to twice. He comforts twice and gives him a high five of all things, he doesn’t see twice solely as a tool as he claims.
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And then as the emotional centerpiece of the episode we have the heartbreaking goodbye between twice and toga as he dies in her arms. He loves toga more than anyone else in the league and I think she feels the same way. Between hawks’ cold actions we have this beautiful warmth between the two villains.
I want to clarify that I like every single character who I’ve mentioned in this post. Hawks is a fascinating character and I truly sympathize with his situation. And of course Dabi and twice and toga have all killed people, but none of them are guilty of killing their friends, and that’s the difference here. To look a friend in the eye and kill them as they cry on the ground in front of you? I can’t even imagine it. To me that is one of the cruelest actions I can think of
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thefrogdalorian · 4 months
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Since the last neurodivergent!Din post I made provoked so much thoughtful discussion (thank you for that, if you interacted!) I've been thinking about the possibility of Din potentially being nd more and more. Specifically, the way his upbringing in his covert would have impacted on him if he is indeed neurodivergent and I have some thoughts.
I think the way Din was raised would definitely have helped mask his autistic traits successfully in some ways, but also made them stand out more once it came to interacting with people from outside his covert.
Think about it... once he was taken from Aq Vetina and raised by the Children of The Watch, from a very young age he never had to show his face to anyone, ever again. So the tribe that adopted him never got to see the pain and terror that he was experiencing due to the trauma of losing his parents. Which, if he is neurodivergent, I can imagine his new caregivers not realising how upset he was. It's heartbreaking to think about Din experiencing incredible emotional pain following the trauma of losing his parents, yet struggling to communicate it to anyone in his tribe. You tend to realise a kid is upset based on how they look and if the tribe couldn't see his face... I can't stop thinking about baby Din crying behind his helmet and it hurts.
Plus, because he swore the Creed and had to hide his face forever, there was no need to make eye contact or pressure to learn that skill. Which granted, is a skill he doesn't need, but it's still a part of communicating with others that he never learned. When we see him at the beginning of the series, the way he communicates is very direct which was probably fine in his covert but outside of it, he could be viewed as rude. To me, at the start of the show, it feels like he doesn't necessarily see the point of talking, beyond the bare minimum. Which is a mood. Even though he talks far more as the series progress, it's still quite direct communication and he doesn't really participate in small talk. He speaks a lot to Grogu, a child who cannot communicate back to him.
When it comes to adults in the show, every time we've seen Din interacting with groups, it always feels as though he doesn't quite fit in. His covert don't seem to like him that much, he didn't fit in on Sorgan with Omera, he didn't fit in with Xi'an and co in The Passenger, he didn't really fit in with Greef (and Cara) on Nevarro in Season 2. The last scene of season three is not him on a unified Mandalore... once again, he's alone. He's always been an outsider.
Also, the way he was raised by being hidden away on Concordia, it formed the views that we see beginning to be tested throughout the series. The fact the formative years of his life were spent with a tribe with a very strict Creed, it means he learnt what Mandalorians are from his covert and nowhere else. To an autistic person, who can have very rigid and literal patterns of thought, he might have truly believed the Way he follows is the only way to be Mandalorian. I think this is also why he's so certain that Bo-Katan is not Mandalorian when they first meet, because to him, she can't possibly be. But actually, the more he learns about her and other Mandalorians, the more he's happy to admit he's wrong. Something that neurotypicals often fail to do with grace.
I think season three more than proved that Din is not a zealot, he's actually incredibly compassionate, tolerant and accepting of difference. And there's a possibility that the reason for that somewhat sudden shift is that he could be autistic.
That's why, again, I think his open-mindedness is precisely why he is such a comforting character for neurodivergent people or indeed anyone who doesn't fit in with the norm... because it really does feel as though we could be our true selves around him and he wouldn't judge us or make us feel bad for being different.
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Please please let me hug him.
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imminent-danger-came · 9 months
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Hi! This has nothing to do with anything, but we as a fandom need to talk more about Mei canonically attaching cameras to the rest of team MK. Yes, this is a thing. She admits it in S1E4. 
Like, imagine there’s a moment next season where MK somehow gets separated from everyone (again), and it’s this big problem that everyone’s freaking out about… only for Mei to calmly take out her phone and pull up MK’s exact coordinates because she got tired of all this separation shit and chipped all of team MK (does the squad have an official name?) between seasons. No more lost friends on her watch! 
And for bonus points, this could be a way to not only give the writers an easy explanation for how the characters know to go to seemingly random places for the plot to happen, but also add some (likely much needed) levity to a potentially dramatic moment involving MK and Mei being separated. Like, for example, a hypothetical moment of build up that leads into a certain interaction between MK and Mei that harkens back to a particular confrontation from S3E10? 
…Look, I have Samadhi Fire part 3 on the brain, okay? Let me have this. 
Anyways, TLDR Mei loves her friends a whole lot and is more than happy to show it in the most chaotic-good-who’s-also-good-with-tech way possible, and we need to talk about it more.
I always refer to them as "MK & the gang" or just "the gang", but surprisingly they don't have an official in-show name! They're just our guys. Our goobers.
And lol Mei totally would. Everyone keeps leaving everyone else, so at this point let's just track 'em! The writers are fantastic at pacing, and with the 10 minute episodes that means not spending a long time on having the characters figure out where to go. Instead they focus on the characters actually being the places they need to go, which is the meat, the good stuff.
I think 4x03 is a real good example of this, where MK and Mei overheard Tang Sanzang's location, we saw that time passed, and then we see them finding Tang in the forest. This sorta-kinda-reunion with Tang in the forest is MUCH more important to give time too than watching them wander around in search for him, and that's what makes this shows pacing so good. They cut out the middle man, and we get to really focus on what's important.
SO. All that to say a Mei tracker would be a really cute way to do exactly that! And *cough cough* Samadhi Fire part 3, which is something I am in no way biased for. I totally wouldn't cry at their reunion being Samadhi Fire part 3, where this time no one leaves.
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Why Are You Here?
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TW: Smut. Language. Cheating. Degrading Language. Toxic behaviors and relationships. Mentions of drugs (cocaine).
SUMMARY: Based on the song ‘Why Are You Here?” By MGK.
WORD COUNT: 1600
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Why Are You Here?
Rafe’s POV
12:05. On the dot. 
I don't know why I expected anything different. And yet, seeing her walk in with him sent my blood to boil. That secret rage I concealed beneath the urge to make her jealous with my arm wrapped over someone else always wore down her buckled affections. Although momentary and fleeting, they were enough to have her meeting me once again within that familiar time like clockwork. 
Even if she had arrived with him, she would be entertaining this time with me. Within an hour of her playing the role of indifference, I had my cock buried deep enough within her to incite those moans meant only for my ears. All because I was the only person who could make her sound out in that octave. But just as before as the sweat would dry and the distance would be reiterated in a comment of an impossible friendship, she left with him once again. 
Every fucking party was the same. And tonight was no different. 
The second the bathroom door came to a close, we were wrapped in another as the co-dependent nymphomaniacs we made each other into. Buttons and zippers were useless as we navigated around or even over them until we were certain the other was prepared. But as I would transition her to face the mirror to observe the way my touch made her appear to me, she took it as if she held center stage. And whenever she was before me, she had basked in this. 
We should have stopped it months ago. After she started seeing him and I saw her friend in the company of after hours. And yet, I couldn't hide or fight it for another minute. I had to have her in the way I knew he never could. I had to remind her of this. And this was what led me here two knuckles perfectly deep in a pussy that would always remember me. No matter how distant she was or no matter who she was with. I was the first. And I would always be familiar to her. 
"Rafe…" She whined as I led my second hand to her breast, teasing the nipples at attention exclusively for me. 
"I love when you whine…so fucking pathetic." She wanted to scoff and berate me, but she was swallowed by the pleasure I granted. It showed in the way her chest raised and her lips parted. I had her reliant on me. And even if I would never admit it, I had been to her as well. 
"Only thing better is when you cry with my cock far enough in your throat to keep you quiet…" My hand came to a wrap around her throat as her eyes pulled to s roll. The flex of my cock at her back made her smile as she knew her affect as I knew mine. 
"You like that." I narrated as she nodded, face contorting to somewhere between impatient pleasure and basking pain as I smirked into the curve made of her slack neck. The weight of her head resting at my shoulder was enough to make me feel as if for a moment I could have her this way. Even if I knew she would return to him, I had her now. And that's all I needed was to feel her. 
"No…" She spoke quickly as I reached for her clit. 
"Let me. I want you to watch." My eyes were magnetized to her. Not only was she a vixen across an open space, beckoning me to her with nothing more than those narrowing eyes and silent invitation that always led us here. But now she has done so with such dominance that manipulated me into feeling I held it. She gaslighted me. And I relished in allowing it. 
"You like watching me, Rafe?"
"Do you let him?" I asked before I could screen the question. I didn't want to know as my mind had already imagined them as we were. And yet, some part of me needed to know. 
"I don't have to. He takes care of me.".
"Then why are you letting me fuck you?" I inquired as she smirked, laxed against me simply for the rise it offered her. 
"Because I like how you fuck me when you're jealous."
"Why would I be jealous? We aren't even friends."
"But you wanna be, don't you, Rafe?" She teased. "You wanna hold my hand in front of them but then finger me under the table like he can?" I clenched my jaw. She knew how to play me and I hated how I allowed it. But she felt so damn good in my arms. I continued to. 
"I just need to fuck you. I don't need to be your little boyfriend." I lifted her leg over the counter of the bathroom sink. Removing myself to her, I didn't need even a moment more to prepare her before she winced at me. 
"He might get to fuck you, but he still doesn't do it right does he? You still need my cock, yeah? Still whining like it's the first time, baby…because I'm bigger and I fuck you better."
"You talk too much…" She teased as my mind questioned why I allowed her such vocality. Anyone else would have been silenced with my hand around their throat or simply abandoned and left half fucked as I finished myself off with some other girl in mind-her in mind. But she made me insane. Especially when at his side… the side of my  friend. An enemy whenever he held her. Even if nobody knew. Even if nobody did. We did. 
"Rafe…that feels so good…"
"Makes you wanna come?"
"Makes me wanna be your friend."
"I don't fuck my friends."
"So we can never be friends?" She teased a whine as I slapped her ass. 
"Not if you want this cock. Now shut up and take it before I shut you up with it." She purposely expressed a lasting moan as if to call my bluff. I would have acted on it if she didn't feel so damn chaotic clenching me. She had such control of herself that I would have sworn she was possessed. And I basked in it. 
"You're gonna come, Rafe? My pussy that good for you?"
"Always." I clenched my teeth to confess. 
"Then come inside it for me…let me feel you drip out of me so when he touches me he thinks I'm wet for him-" I pulled her towards me. 
"If I come, he doesn't touch you."
"Yes he does. Right after you do. And very well…"
I tried to stop. Tried to force her away and tell her to fuck off. But she knew that no arrangement of words would take me from her. She was too good. In all the wrong ways. And it's what made her so damn addictive. 
"Rafe…you're gonna make me come!"
"Then come, you little bitch. Come for me because I know he can't make you."
She wouldn't counter me. Instead, her body would just tremble beneath me as I fucked harder onto her. The sound of her orgasm worsened the squelch as I continued through her high to find my own. Only a handful of thrusts later and I could feel that familiar release build and spill into her. The bitch had done it again…
"Give me a line, won't you?" She asked as I let out a sigh. Offering a single narrow strip on the counter, she cleaned it up in a swift inhale as I copied her motions with a new line. 
"Wait." I explained as I brushed her nose clean of the evidence of the powder as she helped me with my clothes. It was our dance of sorts as it was a familiar rhythm we had just succumbed to. 
"You said you were going to be alone…" I allowed my insecure jealousies to be broadcast as she corrected her step t at the door as she came to a pause. 
"So did you."
"Are you jealous?"
"My cum is on your cock, Rafe…" she teased her fingers at my chest and then at my lips as they parted to kiss her. But it was her rule. No kissing. No I love yous. No commitment beyond dirty talk to find that release. And I agreed all because those other things were reserved for her boyfriend. My best friend. 
"I'm not worried."
"And if I fell in love with someone else?" Her brows raised in surprise to my unintentional confession. 
"I'm not worried."
"You don't think I can?"
"Rafe…You fall for any girl that takes off her clothes or compliments the size of your dick, even if she’s only saying it to get a free bump…But no girl is going to fall for you." Her words were cruel but I knew they were true. 
"He doesn't love you-" I spoke to return to hurt as she only smiled. 
"I don't need him to. Not when I have you." The aid to such pain was the reason I came back. That tease that answered the same question I asked myself every time I saw her across the room at every part. Even more so when we parted after fucking like we had. 
Why did I allow it? I looked in the mirror after she left. 
"Why are you here?" I asked.
Because I loved it. The pain of her continuous abandonment. The sting in the risk she may not come back. But it was also greater than any high from any drug. The not knowing but he belief she would. And if the day she didn't would never come, at least it wasn't today. 
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aslutforreading123 · 2 years
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Shadows- Azriel x reader unrequited love part 1
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A/N: okay so this was just an idea I literally wrote for myself I have a second part of it but here goes nothing. Also this doesn’t really stick to the characters personality’s this is just my complete genius imagination xoxo
T/W: sexual references, if there is anything else that could possibly offend anyone or be a triggering please let me know.
Apart from that, enjoy!
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You are the youngest sister of the Archeron sisters. Only 18 now, you had narrowly avoided the cauldron as you had went to find your father during this time. During the war you were reunited with your sisters and met the inner circle. You witnessed your fathers death along with Nesta and Elaine. When the war was over you returned with your sisters to the city of Velaris it has since became your home. Over time you fell in love with Azriel and became close friends just as he fell in love with Elaine. You realised on the night of star fall and have tried to keep it to yourself since.
Part 1
The night of star fall one year later ***
The dress was gorgeous, a silver white that sparkles from the light of the lamp in your bedroom. You could’ve passed as a member of the winter court if you wanted to. The sheer cloak that fell from the sleeves made it look extravagant, you could tell the dress had a touch of Mor from the fact that it hugged you beautifully at the waist making every curve and ‘dent’ in your body known. You were after all human, compared to your sisters your hips were uneven and though your waist looked small it would never be near the size of your sisters. Naturally you became insecure around them. Any part of them that was ‘imperfect’ became perfected from the cauldron. On the day of the war you didn’t recognise them, you had actually thought you were fighting alongside complete strangers until Elaine gave you a bear gripping hug. You had earned many scars from that day, they were the only parts of your outer self that you were truly proud of. Azriel helped you to like that part of yourself, even though the man could barley stare at his own hands for longer than a second he encouraged you to be proud of your scars. Then that got you thinking. His hands. His hair. His smile. Him. You couldn’t stop thinking about him lately, it’s like you were consumed by your feelings. Though no one but Nesta and Cassian knew, you are certain a few of the inner circle knows something is up. You had realised yourself that your whole persona had changed, it always did when ever he was around. You were no longer confident and funny like you used to be. Sure you’ll still crack a joke or say something sarcastic now and again but you’ve mainly just became shy and unsure of yourself. Whenever you did say anything in a room of people your eyes would always go straight to him for some sort of subconscious approval. It was so bad that his reaction to anything you said could affect your whole mood for that day. One day when you were training with Nesta you had snapped at her out of nowhere. She had a feeling she knew what it was about and called you out for it. That was when you burst out crying and poured your heart out to her(Cassian happened to over hear) but he swore on the mother that he would never say anything. And so that brings you to today. The night of starfall, one year exactly after you realised you were in love with Azriel. You smiled at the thought it was some sort of anniversary considering he never even hinted or showed affection to you, you knew this was the closest you’d get to ever having an anniversary of anything with him. The thought of seeing him tonight and watching him dance with her made your stomach crawl and your heart twist with jealousy. That was the worst part of all of this he was in love with the one person you could never hate or discourage, Elaine. Beautiful, innocent and charming Elaine. You took one last glance over yourself in the mirror and gave out a heavy sigh. You didn’t even care about this night if anything being all together was just a reminder that you were alone. “Y/N!! Come on we’re having pre drinks!” Mor practically sang as you heard the clink of glasses and laughter coming down from the lounge room. You walked down stairs in your silver kitten heels clicking against the floor as the sheer part of your dress swayed down after you. You felt pretty and started to bubble with excitement as you descended the stairs there was no point in ruining your night because of the Non existent affections from a man. This starfall will be different, you won’t brood or sulk or whine that your feet hurt because this time you’re going to dance and make friends and drink and eat until your heart’s content. Maybe not content but a bit of fun wouldn’t kill you.
“Quick we’re making a toast!” Mor said shoving the glass of champagne in your hand. You took a sip and asked “what for?”
“What for?!” She snapped her head back to you. “ it’s been a year since we all became a family!” Mor said looking stern. You’d lived there for a year and 5 months.
You gave a puzzled look to Rhys who was sitting with his arm lazily around his mate. He shook his head and rolled his eyes as if to say ‘don’t ask questions.’
You smiled and raised your glass as Mor began her toast, your eyes as usual searched for him only to see Elaine by herself sitting on the couch. You were about to go over to her when he swept in through the door and made his way to her. It was then you realised she had two glasses in her hands. He had a small red velvet box in his hand. He placed it in her hand as he took the glasses from her, her face lit up as she pulled a beautiful silver necklace with what looked like a small rose glistening at the centre piece of it. You only realised you were staring when Elaine caught your eye and smiled at you. You quickly gave a smile back and a little nod of your head as if you were admiring the necklace and not reeling at the scene in front of you. Az turned to smile at you brightly, he looked gorgeous somehow even more so now. The truth was you were good friends with everyone, each person here had a special place in your heart. Mor, Cassian, Nesta, Amren, Feyre, Rhys, Varian, Elaine and of course Azriel took the most space in that fragile little heart of yours. They really all felt like family and they all thought of you as family too. “You look gorgeous by the way.” Mor said linking your arms and walking over to another couch. That happened to be place directly in front of Elaine and Azriel. You smiled “Right back at you beautiful.” She smirked as she brought out the shot glasses.
“To starfall, my dear!” Mor cheered as she passed you one of the shots. You took it without making a face. The burning of the liquor seemed to make your heart race with adrenaline “I want one!” Cassian yelled coming over and sitting on the floor by your couch Mor poured 6 more shots as Rhys feyre and Nesta also joined. “To being able to drink again!” Feyre said before she downed it and winced at the taste. Nyx was finally old enough to not need breast fed anymore so Feyre was having her first drink tonight. You Cassian and Rhys had made bets on how many she could have before she was floored.
After a couple shots had been passed out you all were feeling a bit tipsy and the guests had began to arrive. Everyone giggled and made a cheery walk to the large balcony that looked over all of Velaris. The scene was bubbling with excitement, waiters were running frantically pouring drinks around trying to beat the clock of the the stars falling, ladies were finding men to hold onto for the night their dresses swishing flirtatiously as they did so. Tables with umbrellas all cream coloured were dotted around for those who wanted to sit during the dances. Men flirted, women blushed, glasses clinked, it was all so glamorous. You watched the stars fall alone and leant over the balcony to get a good view. You took a slow drink as you quietly appreciated the stars passing. That’s when a figure came and leant up next you. “Having a good time?” He smirked as you turned your head dreamily to him. He was leaning back against the balcony the stars reflected in his tinted green eyes and shined off his blue syphons that adorned his half gloved hands.
“Am I really that readable?” You said with a teasing note in your voice. “I don’t know about readable, but you sure were sucking the life out of those shot glasses.” He said this while you were mid sip. It was so out of nowhere you couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled as you tried to contain the drink from dribbling out your mouth. Whether it was the new found confidence from the drink or the fact you just read a book that used this line in it but you saw this as an opportunity to see him laugh, you took a mocking bow and said “ All the better to please you with my dear.” His head went back as he laughed at the innuendo you laughed with him. Music began playing from the orchestra that had just appeared, the stars became lesser and people began to dance to the slow music. “Y/n.” He said leaning on the balcony with you once more. “will you do me the honour-“ you quickly interpreted and said “the honour?!”
“The honour.” He stated with a laugh. “Of having this first dance with me.” He finished, smiling smugly while holding out his hand. You gave a fake gasp hand coming to your heart and swigging the last of your champagne. “Thee Azriel, Shadow singer and spymaster of the Night court, wants to dance with little old me?” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm as you gave a look of fake shock. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand then pulled you to the dance floor you gave a small squeal as a waiter caught your glass before it fell off the balcony and smashed. “Sorry!” You called back as Az rushed you two to the dance floor weaving in and out of people as he did so. You had found a good place when his hand went to your waist as his other went to hold your hand he hesitated for a second before you practically grabbed on to it with your own. He laughed at the gesture and you two began twirling round the dance floor along with all the other couples. He was much more taller than you, everyone was in fairness because of their immortality. But your heels gave you a bit of a lift so that you were up to his neck. He smiled down at you as the music began to get faster paced and the room twirled with the two of you. For a second it felt like it was just you and him, the rest of the world disappeared as he twirled you and dipped you down in the dance. It was for him of course platonic but to you it was a dream and a silly fantasy you had thought of over and over coming to life. Except in your fantasy by the end of this night you were up against the wall being fuc-
“I’ve got next dance!” Elaine called at the side as the music came to a slow stop your eyes were locked together all giddiness now gone and you two let go of each other almost immediately like you had been caught doing something wrong. You gave a small laugh as you said “He’s all yours.” And he was. The statement hit a nerve in you but you shoved it deep down as you walked over to the table the inner circle had occupied for the night. You grabbed another glass of champagne before sitting down next to Nesta having full view of the dance floor. “Are you alright?” She asked. She had never been this caring towards you before ever since that rough patch, when you made it your mission to visit her in that old apartment every day because no one else would she’s treated you differently more sisterly than ever. “Fine.” You said downing the champagne. “Oh yeah, that looks like fine.” She said tutting at you as you did so. Cassian then leaned over the both of you his arm slinging around Nestas shoulder and the other going round yours. “Are you guys taking about azriel again because y/n honestly I think you should just tell him.” He said slurring his words. Great he was drunk and spilling your secrets how could this night possibly go wrong. “Shhh!“ you and Nesta both said as he leaned over lazily with his eyes closing slightly. “What? We all know you love him!” He smiled. “Cassian!” Nesta chastised him and swatted the back of his head. “Ow!” “Don’t be so loud about it then you big baby!” Nesta said furious at him.
During their argument your eyes fixed to Elaine and Azriel they danced elegantly though it looked too perfect in your eyes as if it was practiced repeatedly. Though the way she smiled up at him was nothing but pure adoration and the way he looked at her gave you the motivation to fight an army. That’s when you saw Lucien slouching in a seat by the wall his glass in hand as he took small sips while watching the scene before him. You couldn’t help but think whoever invited him here had to have been in the mood for drama. The man was unpredictable, he could start a fight at any moment because of the mating bond. You felt bad for the poor soul. “Hey why’s Lucien here?” You asked absent minded, hands fidgeting with your glass. “Feyre invited him.” Nesta said while Cassian pulled up a chair and rested his head on her shoulder. Her hand went to his hair as he kissed her shoulder. You looked at azriel and then Lucien and began contemplating for a moment. “What are you planning?” Nesta said still running her hand through Cassians locks. “Hmm.. oh nothing. Nothing.” You said coming out of your thoughts. “Y/n.” She warned. “Don’t go causing a scene especially for what you plan on doing tomorrow.” She said sternly. “I was just thinking maybe Lucien would like to dance.” You said getting up from your chair innocently. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Nesta said raising her brow at you. “Oh you don’t? Shame.” You smirked and strutted off to Lucien, your eyes watching as Azriel brought Elaine’s hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “Y/n.” Nesta hissed at you as you began to near Lucien, you turned back and beamed at her then went back to Lucien. He sat there slumped for a moment not bothering to acknowledge your presence. “What is it? Has Feyre sent you to check up on me? Cause I’m great.” He said clearly not at all feeling great. “Actually I came to ask if you’d like to dance.” He looked up at you with disdain. That’s when you began to stutter, suddenly the confidence left you and the weight of the situation began to fall on to you. Elaine was going to be pissed. “Sorry you don’t have to I was just wondering-“ you said hands beginning to fidget. “I’d love to.” He said setting down his glass and standing upright he too towers over you not in the same romantic way but it was kind of a nice perk to being the only human in the group. You smiled as you lead him to the dance floor you got into the right position and began slow dancing together. You talked and laughed, you asked about his eye then he asked about Elaine. He said you looked a lot like her which made you feel a bit uncomfortable but you managed to crack a joke and laugh it off. You felt sorry for Lucien , your heart felt like it was breaking every time you saw Azriel and Elaine together, whatever he was going through had to feel ten times worse. “Are you dancing with me out of pity?“ he said looking down at you. You sighed and looked up to him. “Honestly, no I’m using you to make my own person jealous. Sorry.” you said seriously with a shrug of your shoulders. This time he laughed practically bellowed actually, that’s when he admitted he only accepted your dance for the same reason. You smiled and shook your head. “Well let’s at least give them a run for their money.” With that Lucien picked you up in his arms and twirled you around the dance floor. That’s when the music picked up and you began spinning each other in and out of each other’s arms obnoxiously bumping into people while laughing and having to say sorry. By the end of it you were both in bits clinging to each other for dear life as you almost tripped over your dress for the second time. That’s when you felt the feeling of being watched and looked to your left only to find Elaine’s arm crossed scowling at the two of you. Azriel standing close behind her also with a sour look on his face. You saw his knuckles clench as he looked at you. What was he mad about it?
Lucien laughed next to you and smiled as he said “I think I’ve had enough fun for one night.” And with that he bent slightly to kiss your hand. With a sad smile on his face as he said “thank you y/n, it’s been a pleasure to dance with you.” You could’ve cried for him. But still he gave Feyre and Rhys a wave goodbye and swaggered out the door. You smiled sadly at that. Lucien was to be admired not pitied, he could have declined on Feyre’s invite but he was so much of a good friend that he still came. You only wished that you could at least be half as classy about your own situation. Suddenly your shoulder was grabbed and you were yanked away the opposite direction Lucien left. “What were you doing dancing with him y/n?” Elaine said with Azriel close behind her. “What do you mean? He’s aloud to have fun too Elaine!” You half yelled at your sister. She had no right or reason to be mad at you. “Yes he is but not with you, y/n.” She said scowling. “You’re my sister for goodness sakes and he’s my mate! It’s weird!” She said becoming exasperated. “I’m so-“ you began but she cut you off with the wave of her hand. “Save it. I’ve had enough for one night. I’m going to bed, no one follow me.” She said rubbing her temple.
“Elaine I’m sorry!” You called after her but Az grabbed you by the wrist before you could follow her. “I think you’ve done enough for one night y/n.” His gruff voice said. You couldn’t meet his eye not when you were the reason his night was ruined. You looked down shamefully, then waited a moment so Elaine could get up the stairs without you passing her and mumbled that you were going to bed. His hand left your wrist and suddenly It felt colder even walking in the house the feeling didn’t shake as you wrapped your arms around myself. “Y/n wait.” Az said as you neared the end of the hall. You stopped mid step contemplating whether or not it was wise to turn around. You turned just as he made his way up to you. “What is it?” You asked now meeting his eye. “What was that about? Why did you dance with Lucien? All it did was make Elaine feel bad.” He stated.
“I didn’t do it to make her feel bad-“
“Then why did you do it?”
“I don’t-“
“Don’t you dare say you don’t know because you know fine well that you do.”
“He just looked lonely, that’s all I felt bad-“
“Bullshit.”
“Is not I-“
“Is so a month go you said you didn’t like him.”
“Stop interrupting me-“
“No.”
You huffed frustratedly. As he folded his arms and looked smugly at you. As if to say he won. Screw it he wants to play a game of who can shut up who first you would give him a game.
“You really wanna know why I did it?” You said leaning against the wall.
“Finally, yes.” He sighed.
You shook your head and smiled. “nah I don’t think you do.” And turned on your heel to go down the next hall.
“What? No I’m a meant to be annoying you remember.” He said rushing to get ahead of you so he was standing in the way.
You laughed. “You trying to annoy me? Gosh I hate to break it to you but you’ve just brought fists to a sword fight darling.” This time it was your turn to be smug.
He looked you up and down.” You’re right being annoying is you’re thing, can’t argue with that.” He shrugged and then turned on his heel.
That’s only when you realised what trap he made you walk into.
“Hey!” You said running after him to get in his way.
“Ugh still here.” He gave a fake exasperated look.
“Oh shut up, I can’t believe you just called me annoying.” You said swatting at his arm. He bent down to your height like the giant that he is and smiled teasingly.
“Well, you are. You annoyed me. You annoyed your sister and Lucien left early, why? Cause you’re annoying.” He said playfully. Except this time you didn’t feel like playing along.
He went round you and sauntered down the hall as you stood there utterly shocked at the revelation. Maybe he did find you annoying, maybe that is actually why Lucien left so early not because he was worried about Elaine’s reaction but because he genuinely didn’t know how to get rid of you without going to bed. Maybe that’s why Nesta feels so bad because she knows it’s the reason why Az doesn’t like you. Maybe it’s you that’s been the issue this whole time. If you weren’t so loud or boyish all of the time maybe you’d actually have a chance with Azriel or any man for that matter. Maybe if you were anything like your sisters and not such an odd ball all of the time, love wouldn’t be this hard.
“Come on y/n I was joking, are you coming to bed or what?” He said stopping in his tracks to look back at you.
Like glass breaking, all your emotions came fizzling up bursting to get out as you whispered “Is that why you’re with her?”
“What?” He asked bewilderment taking over his features.
“Is that why you’re with her?” You repeated louder this time.
“Who? Elaine. Well not being annoying is a contributing factor but it’s not the only reason-“
“No I mean instead of me.” You turned around walking up to him.
“Are you with her because I was to annoying for you?”
His mouth went agape and he blinked slowly as if the realisation hit.
“You want to know why I danced Lucien? It wasn’t to make Elaine feel bad or even make Lucien feel better. It was to make you feel bad Az.” Your tears began to fall the uncontrollable pain you had felt all year had finally bubbled up to surface.
“I’m in love with you and I have been for a long time. I’m sorry but I can’t do it anymore. I can’t- I can’t watch you with her and pretend that it doesn’t hurt.”
He stood in silence you could see he was contemplating on what to say next.
“And that’s why I’m leaving.”
“Leaving? You can’t leave?”
“Y/N please I’m sorry if I haven’t been a good friend or i- I did something to upset you but don’t leave because of me.” You let him ramble, never seeing him so flustered it was the most you’ve heard him talk in all your time of knowing him. Usually it would be an answer or a statement but it seemed he was for once not thinking about what he was saying.
When he realised you wouldn’t answer a foreign silence fell between you both as you looked down shamefully.
“Does Feyre know?” He asked quietly.
You nodded in answer, relief washed over your body as you wiped your remaining tears away.
“Rhys actually organised it.”
“Where are you going?”
“The summer court.”
“When?”
“Dawn. Apparently they have a thing for when the sun comes up.” You said giving a breathy laugh trying to lighten the mood.
He gave you a sad smile.
“Im sorry too.” He said leaning on the wall next to you.
“It’s not your fault, you have no reason to feel bad about this. I just need to take some time away and get over it.” You said returning the same smile.
With that you began to leave until he called out to you.
“Y/n.” You stopped and turned only to be enveloped by his arms. He waited a moment before he spoke.
“I’m really going to miss seeing you every day.” Your heart sunk. Even though he didn’t feel the same way a part of you had hoped he changed his mind in those few small seconds. The warmth of him left you as you pulled away and said goodnight.
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