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I definitely bit more than i could chew with my project for Annie's birthday considering the little freetime i had this past couple weeks... Plus my drawing skills are below zero rn, nothing's going according to plan ;;
Oh well...
I doodled this instead.
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Heyyyy :3 and could you do how Kate laswell would help you when your on your period?? :D
Hey! Sure I can!
Laswell Helping Her S/O on Their Period
Laswell doesn’t get periods anymore, which she couldn’t be happier about. Every time she did get her period she felt as though she was going to die. Her cramps were bad, everything else hurt as well, she was moody and probably almost decked someone several times throughout her life. She always thought getting her period was unnecessary. She's a lesbian, she was never going to do the devil’s tango with a man and get pregnant. Laswell always wished her body would understand that as well, but alas. However, she would feel a lot of pity and sympathy when you’re on your period as she knows how much it can suck. While she may not actively track it, she’ll always know when you’re about to get your period, being able to identify the signs. She’ll make the preparations as well, which can range from getting you some meds, should you need them, to buying chocolate or other snacks. Hell, she’ll buy you the best heating pad she can find as well. However, she still won’t be too big on cuddling with you, unless you insist on her doing so. She’s not the warmest person around, so she likely won’t be able to ease your pains like that either. However, she’ll bundle you up in a blanket and watch bloopers of your favorite shows with you until you’re laughing again and it gets a bit better. Although she’s usually okay with doing the chores on her own, when you’re not doing well because you’re menstruating she will actively encourage you to stay in bed and let her handle everything. Cleaning the dishes should be the least of your concerns for the time being. Makes you tea, coffee or maybe some hot chocolate. You won’t need to move a single finger. If she really needs to, then she’ll change the bed sheets as well if you bled on them. She won’t be mad, she gets it. It’s not something you can control, after all. So, all in all, she’ll do her best to take care of you as well as she can. Might take a day off too if you need her to.
#cod#cod x reader#kate laswell#kate laswell x reader#again I am so glad I don't get periods anymore#it's one of the main perks of taking medication#it's the reason why I don't wanna change my current medication anymore either#Laswell is an older lady so I think the worst is behind her by this point#which I am happy for her for. like yes queen! you suffered enough time to get some respite from all this biological nonsense#sorry this took so long to write. I'm only really able to write as I am right now since I studied for hours on end at work today#I think I'm gonna fail the test again this Friday but I'll be doing better than last time so that's good!#anyway I'm gonna write the fluff alphabet for Farah now. not sure if I'll be able to finish it today though#but if everything keeps up as it is right now then I'll likely be able to finish it tomorrow!#and then I finally won't have any requests again as of now#just kidding I love writing but it is exhausting at times
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that sure was a splatfest huh
#splatoon#splatoon 3#frye#my art#fanart#digital art#nintendo#bro i am still recovering fromthe splatfest oh my god#i failed you queen…#this is my first time drawing smth splatoon so uhhhh sorry if it’s shit!!#i’ve been;playing for almost a year idk how i haven’t drawn anything 4 it yet..#procreate#deep cut#splatoon meme#it’s obv a redraw of that one frye image lol
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the self betrayal of having a Canon f/f option and realizing you prefer one of them with a man
#OBVIOUSLY WE ALL WANT TO FUCK/BE FUCKED BY NEMESIS#BUT MELINOES BOYS. THEYRE JUST SO CUTE#my queer queen i love you how u are im sorry ive failed u#personally
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I always always always appreciate when shows have a female comic relief character and just for that I have to give props to Anya cuz come season 5 she’s definitely the funniest person on the show
#LITERALLY LET WOMEN BE FUNNY#irl women are always the comic relief characters#when people say women aren’t funny it actually makes me want to kill everyone on earth#because men are literally never funny#I’m sorry but all the men I know just have like mid humor#all my gal pals make my gut bust bro#also I’m def the funny one in my family. my brother tries to be the comic relief charecter but we all know it’s me#THE GIRL!!!#anyway my greatest example of female comic relief is Dee from always sunny#i love you my gross fail queen
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vi can I keep your birthday ask
#it made me cry#in a good way#being emotional sucks 💔#my queen i just want you to know that i love you‚ soso much#and im sorry i couldn't be here for you for..three weeks i think it was?#and im also incredibly sorry for distancing myself from you as well as others‚ it wasnt right of me#but you still somehow never fail to make me feel special even with the smallest words and it just#im going to hug you.#you cant stop it.#an im not going to let go you have trapped yourself now im obligated to be overly affectionate until i stop crying#and even after#grrhahbfjdff i love you ☹️💞
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sitcom/drama trope i absolutely despise: woman breaking up with a man then getting mad and having a public fit and berating and insulting him when the man sleeps with someone else within a short period of time, and *literally everyone acts like this is okay and the man is the one in the wrong*
like my fury about this plot device goes all the way back to friends, and honestly fuck that show for making me be on ross's side for once, but i just saw a gifset about this same situation in ted lasso after keeley broke up with jamie and it gave me war flashbacks (tbf keeley did not throw a fit but the intention of the show was definitely that this was Bad Behavior by Prick Jamie). like i 100% do not agree with this weird cultural take that a person Must wait an unspecified Proper Length Of Time before daring to put their hands on another person after a breakup. as far as i'm concerned once you break up with someone it is literally none of your goddamned business who they're fucking and how long it took them to do it, and i hate media that uses it as a shortcut to say See This Prick Really Is Trash
anyway it also just highlights a bit of keeley's unaddressed hypocrisy for me
#ted lasso#keeley my sparkle queen#you literally went and fucked jamie to get back at roy for not texting you back while he was with his friends#and neither the show nor the fandom acknowledged that's kind of toxic#yeah they weren't in a relationship so it's not roy's business who she sleeps with absolutely correct for pointing that out show#but also keeley made a point of telling roy about it#bc she knew it would bother roy#and flat out says she did it bc she was mad at roy#keeley i love you and i'm sorry that the show did such a fantastic job of setting you up#as a wonderfully nuanced and flawed and human character#and then failed to allow you the character development they allowed jamie#we could have had it AAAAAALLLLLL#also sorry about all these people out here ignoring all that and reducing you to a cardboard Slay Queen cutout#i see your flaws and i love them#but also girl learn to communicate plz
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I'm off to go study in the uni library, but double points and a possible prize to anyone who wants to try and guess what my horny thought of the week is.
Should be coming out tonight. Depends if my friend's monthly game night ends in tears like it did last time.
#mea speaks#the guesses don't have to be serious!#have fun with it#amuse me#pretend I'm a stone-faced queen and you are a little jester#if you fail you will be executed#not really but yes#sorry i just don't want to go study#and me typing tags is slowing down my leaving#ok bye
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tlovm season 2 episodes 3 and 4
#🌻#i;m so sad. i'm SO sad i'm gonna throw up#vex'ahlia my everything#she's so so deprived. and overcompensates by trying to be dependant.#i know she allows herself to be supported and stood up for later (one more reason why i adore her relationship with percy)#but seeing teen/kid vex just absolutely BROKEN at her father's rejection? wanting his love so badly? i'm in pain i'm in pain#and vax.........#i'm so so sorry vax. because i didn't really appreciate you before#i know this is an unpopular opinion but during the streams i'm sorry to say that vax and his connection with the raven queen#failed to interest me :( but now watching this episode........#i have felt every known human emotion during the resurrection. and watching the raven queen sever the thread#and the look she threw vax. and donning her armor.#i couldn't BLINK i couldn't BREATHE. my eyes were so open that they started to sting.#this is so so masterfully done i don't even know what to say. idk what to do#BY TRYING SO HARD TO BE INDEPENDANT** for the fourth tag#sorry i was so sad. is said the opposite of what i meant to say
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2013 Me: dear future me: I hope you're happy and living with someone who loves you so so so much! I cant wait to meet your husband and kids!!
2023 Me: *clinically depressed and eating fun dip in bed* you and me both kid.
#hi my names griz and the lomgest relationship i had was 7 months while i was 15 :)#opened one of those time capsule/letters to your future self things today and it was not some eye opening heartwarming thing#i cried for 45min after readimg the first lime bc hey past griz#ive failed us sorry!#i didnt grow up to be the pretty prom queen like you wanted me to sorry#hate to break it to ya but we dont even own a pet kiddo :/#and whats worse is im pretty sure we're slowly developing an eating disorder#tw depression#personal
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me losing all my debut nevie privileges cause i actually did hate dumdi dumdi when it came out
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MR. AND MS. SNOW | TOM BLYTH
PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
SUMMARY. where you’re one of the main characters for the ballad of songbirds and snakes and fans ship you with your co-star, tom blyth!
part two ~ part three
ynuser snow would be so boygenius cottage girl core if he wasn’t crazy!
tagged @/tomblyth, @/rachelzegler
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tomblyth boygenius what now?
user1 YES QUEEN INTRODUCE HIM TO BOYGENIUS
user2 she’s so unserious i love her hello
rachelzegler if only he wasn’t crazy 😔
iloveyn miss girl saying this as if she wasn’t his literal girlfriend and as crazy as him in the movie
➥ ynuser afraid you ate me up with that one 💔
➥ iloveyn OMG HI
tomblyth thanksgiving
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ynuser 🦃🦃
user3 hi bae
user4 are those.. yn’s hands.. in 3rd pic
➥ user5 WAIIIIT CAUSE…
yndaily miss yn in her new video with vogue! here are all the times yn mentioned tom blyth (you’re welcome) 🤭
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user6 girly was mentioning tom like 100 times in this video
user7 imma be sick
user8 if they’re not inlove i dont even know what they are
user9 they’re INLOVE YOUR HONOR
iloveyn HIM CALLING HER? HER TELLING US THAT HE TRIED CHEERING HER UP AFTER SEEING HER IN TEARS?
user10 yn avocot try not to mention tom blyth challenge failed
ilovetomblyth they never beating the dating allegations
ynsboyfriendreal who is this white man of the month and why is he with my gf
➥ iloveyn LMAOO REALL
tomblyth well, the jig is up! mr and ms. snow. dating this beautiful girl not only in the ballad of the songbirds and snakes but also irl (p.s yes, it was me calling her during the interview! sorry love!)
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user11 “love” im crying
user12 siri remind me to book a therapy appointment
user13 time to listen to phoebe bridgers and cry. a LOT.
ynuser “jig is up” you old man
➥ tomblyth well u love this old man
➥ user14 OH MY GOD???
rachelzegler finally! no more secrets!
user16 everyone going insane over this is so real
user17 casually drops bomb like rebels did at arena
➥ user18 SICKKK😭😭😭
#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#Coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow fic#coriolanus snow fluff#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#the hunger games
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My mother pissed me off again. God give me strenght.
#shes having a meltdown over the fact i will fail the graphic design thing. which doesnt affect my future whatsoever btw#its only a document that allows me to work on graphic design but id rather kms than do that!#i nearly failed graphic design every year i barely passed this year i dont wanna work extra for that document#im tired of being both the daughter she never gave a shit about and straight up abused before i was strong enough to fight back#and the daughter she expects to do better than she did. the golden child. my brother is allowed to do worse. im not#plus shes mad i have a bf who treats me like a queen every day since i was 14 lol cope harder etc#like whenever she meets him she tries to convince him that im shitty and lazy and too mentally ill to have a future 💀💀💀#im sorry you tried to fuck up my life but i still managed to be lucky enough to have people who love me idk!
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hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a part 2 for dilf!konig? I didn't think I would be into it, but I read it and... it's awakened something in me. i need more dilf!konig
thank you!!!!!!!
A/n: so you, my lovely little sluts, seem to really like my smutty silly headcanons. But don’t worry babies, I have some more to satiate your hunger😌
Part 1 here
Dilf! König headcanons pt 2
Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, fem! reader, age-gap implied, unprotected sex, cheating (I know, I’m sorry🙄), nasty nastiness
Dilf! König, whom you reach out the next day with a cute “hi, it’s me Y/n<3” text, and a few hours later end up in his hotel room, pressed onto plush mattress of his king sized bed as König bullied his throbbing cock into your poor drooly pussy, meaty thighs hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that, along with your shameless moans and whimpers, bounced off the tall walls, causing hotel staff to knock onto room’s door, asking as politely as possible to be more quiet in order not to disturb other hotel guests (*cough* the whole fucking floor *cough*).
Dilf! König, who, while still at your place, takes his godchild and you to the aquapark under the guise of “spending some quality time with younglings while he can”. You can’t stop sneaking glances at his massive chiseled body, decorated with numerous battle scars, laughing nervously as your best friend asks if everything is okay, since you’ve been zoning out too much lately.
Dilf! König, who riles you you absolutely stupid in the privacy of a small cafeteria bathroom as his godchild aka your best friend is way too occupied trying out all of these crazy slides to actually pay any attention to the two of you. He cums so much inside of your puffy cunny, sliding your thong back in place and murmuring “want you to carry a piece of me wherever you go” sweetly into your ear, smacking your ass playfully as you leave on trembling legs, exiting himself a few moments later as to rise no suspicions.
Dilf! König, who smirks ever so slightly when he sees some young dudes approximately your age unsuccessfully trying to hit on you, failing miserably to gain even a second of your blissful attention. He notices how you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and if he watches closely enough, König may even see a little dark spot on your bottoms - his pearly cum oozing out of your fucked-out pussy, staining bright fabric of your sexy swimsuit.
Dilf! König, who buys you tickets to Vienna in first class and pays for your luxurious hotel room, just so you can meet again. He greets you with a huge bouquet of tulips (bc roses are plain as fuck, duh🙄) at the airport, giving you a warm hug and asking how your journey was, driving to his favorite restaurant to feed you some traditional Austrian food. He shows you around all the significant places of Vienna, giving you a little excursion, telling your all the stories and myths behind certain places.
Dilf! König, who that night has you splayed out onto huge queen-sized bed of your hotel room, eating your pretty pussy out like a man starved, sucking on your needy puffy clit and fucking your tight hole with three thick fingers while desperately rutting his hips into soft mattress, trying to get at least some type of friction against his achingly hard dick.
Dilf! König who soon has you begging for his heavy cock inside of your pussy, fucking your brains out until you’re a babbling silly mess writhing on white sheets, nothing more than a boneless puddle in his skilled hands. And he is more than happy to comply with all your little whims.
Dilf! König, who actually has a wife with whom he has been married for over ten years. The spark between them long gone, it’s more like two acquaintances living together rather than a married couple - continuing sharing one house and one bed more out of a habit - simply because both are used to that, not bothered enough to move out. Both König and his wife are perfectly aware of each other’s flings on the side, but still not caring enough to actually do something about it. All hopes of saving their marriage are long gone and forgotten, none of two having any wish to actually deal with their spouse.
Dilf! König who takes special interest in you. You, pretty little thing, so youthful and full or energy, so hopelessly romantic with heart so full of love that König almost drowns in it. You are the sparkle he so lacks in his grey taunted life, you’re the positive adrenaline he craves so much. You give him butterflies flaring in his guts and electric shocks running down his spine whenever König’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss - and he quickly became addicted to that feeling, not planning on letting go of you anytime soon.
Dilf! König who basically becomes your sugar daddy. He loves spoiling his precious baby, lavishing you with designer clothes and fancy jewelry, taking you to vacations all around the world whenever he has time free from work. He makes a lot of money as a colonel - so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it. So why not spurge on his favorite girl? And what König likes even more is to rip these unbelievably expensive togs off, revealing your sexy body; to see all these sparkly jewels jiggle and kling softly as he pounds you with his thick cock, watching your face contort in pleasure so strong it almost hurts, but you’re way too greedy to stop him, only begging for more.
Dilf! König, who has absolutely no idea how this all is going to end up like. Numerous scenarios and possibilities playing in his head nonstop - finally divorcing his wife and marrying you instead. You getting over him and moving on with your own life, leaving König and everything related to him behind. Him getting killed on one of the missions, and you not having a single clue as to why he so suddenly disappeared. These and many others - but one thing König is absolutely fucking sure of is that he will never get bored of you. And no matter what happens, he’ll never turn you, his little angel, down. You’re his favorite precious girl, after all<3
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#könig#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig modern warfare#könig fanfiction#könig smut#könig headcanons#könig mw2#könig x reader#könig x reader smut#könig x y/n#könig x you#könig x you smut#cod#cod mwii#cod mw2#cod mwf2#call of duty#call of duty smut#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty fanfic#call of duty writing#call of duty headcanons#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#cod smut
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Loyalty (I)
Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader
summary: the king decides it's time for his brother to produce more targaryen heirs. who better than another hightower daughter to carry them?
warnings: adults only, all characters over 18, dubcon smut in later chapters, arranged marriage, abortion allusion (moon tea), coercion, terrible parenting
word count: 2.3k
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“I won’t allow it.”
“You won’t allow it?” Viserys asks with an air of frigid humor. “Who are you to deny your king what he has commanded?”
Otto seethes, decades of practiced court manners faltering under the demand. “Forgive me, Your Grace, but she is my daughter. I will not have her married off to a man whose love of violence and debauchery trails him like a shadow. She is a pious child. To marry her to Daemon is—“
“A blessing. She will marry a prince and a valiant knight.”
The other men at the table are silent. They'd expected talks of reinforcing the kingdom's claim on the Stepstones or of quelling rumors that had cropped up of Daemon corrupting his young niece in a brothel a year prior. The king commanding a marriage between Otto Hightower's youngest daughter—his only child from a tragically short second marriage—is an unpleasant surprise.
"He is already married."
Viserys gives a taut smile. "Daemon's marriage to Lady Royce has been annulled. By royal decree and with the blessing of the High Septon. It is in the best interest of Westeros that the Targaryen line remains vast and strong and it has been decided your daughter will do what Lady Royce did not."
Otto's face falls in disbelief. He's heard nothing of it. This had been set up to corner him. "She is a child."
"She is nearly four years older than Alicent was when we wed. The queen has proven your daughters are strong vessels for Targaryen children."
"It is different. She is different. She is not as strong as Alicent."
The king shakes his head. "I will hear no more discussion of this. She will wed Daemon and this feud between the two of you shall end once and for all.”
Alicent’s touch is feather-light as she takes hold of your hands. Her eyes wander across your form, taking in the exquisite ivory gown. Its crimson embroidered dragon along the skirt a special request from your soon-to-be husband. “You look beautiful, sister.”
You can say nothing to your half-sister, barely able to retain the tears brimming in silence. A fortnight was all you’d been given to prepare to wed the vilest creature in Westeros. Daemon Targaryen was all you could have ever hoped against in a husband.
Your father stands tall behind Alicent, head held high. "The image of the Maiden herself."
A choked sob escapes you at his words. This marriage was punishment by the Seven for every sin you'd ever committed. For the impure thoughts you'd had of knights. The white lies you'd spoken to save yourself the wrath of Septa Agerrea. The gambling you'd participated in when you’d bet your favorite embroidery needle in a game of cards with Lysa Tyrell. Had you only followed the Faith more faithfully, this torture would not be yours to endure.
“I believe it is time to take your place with the king, Your Grace,” your father says.
Alicent hesitates with glossy eyes. She draws you into a tight hug and whispers an apology and how much she loves you. You have the faintest memory of her wedding to the king a few years before. The happy sister who’d spent hours braiding your hair when the handmaidens failed to do it properly disappeared into a hardened queen round with child seemingly overnight. The smiles and giggles you’d shared daily turned to fond, distant memories. She withdraws a moment later, wiping at her face.
When the door shuts your father moves behind you. You watch in the ornate mirror as he drapes the green maidencloak of House Hightower across your shoulders. The new burden's weight feels uncomfortable.
He returns to stand before you, his expression sorrowful. "I am sorry, my sweet child, for this atrocity. You deserve far better.”
“I could have saved myself this fate had I been less worldly and become a Septa.” Your palm wipes at the tear that had fallen.
He cups your cheek. “Perhaps. But we cannot lament on what we could have done. Indeed we must focus instead on your duty to the realm.”
“To be a good wife,” you state. It was what he had raised you to be.
“No, sweet child,” he says softly, “I fear that I must ask something far more difficult of you. For your duty to the realm must supplant your duty in marriage.”
The wedding takes place in a haze. You tremble, stumble over words, and can not meet the eyes of your now husband nor the Septon. Soon you would betray them both.
For the good of the realm.
You do not eat or drink through the feast. You barely speak. You think you might have danced, though all you remember of it is a blurring background and an embroidered dragon that matches your own. It had stared at you accusingly.
“Shall I call for the bedding ceremony to begin, brother?” the king slurs loudly. If there had been anything in your stomach, it surely would have come out now. It was one vile thought to have him touch you. But to have other men undress you as well?
Your hand is pulled from your lap, enclosed in another twice its size, callous and rough against your skin. For the first time that day you look at your husband. You’d never seen him this close. The lavender gaze cannot have been of this world. It’s too vibrant, too knowing. “Too many of the men here have wandering hands. I’d hate to spill blood on such a blessed day.” His lips brush against your hand. “My sweet wife should not have to endure such tragedy.”
The king responds dismissively. Something of disappointing guests, but to do as he pleases. Daemon takes it as a dismissal and pulls you from your seat. The last thing you hear is the call from many about bloody sheets.
Perhaps the Mother has decided to take mercy on you. For you cannot breathe as the doors to the prince’s chambers close behind you. Death can take you before he can.
He stands in front of the fire, pouring some drink into a goblet. The flickering orange light suits him. Like he was born for flames. “You must relax. There is nothing for you to fear from me.” A lie. There was much to fear from him.
A booming knock echoes through the room.
“Enter.”
Two servants carrying trays of bread and fruit enter. Then they are gone just as swiftly. The door closes once more.
“You must eat,” he says, taking your hand once more and leading you to a small table. You sit and a piece of bread is offered. You take it and, after an expectant nod, take a bite. It’s still warm and soft. You take another bite. And another.
It’s gone quickly. Too quickly for a lady. A bowl of berries clatters softly in front of you. You pick at it slower, though not as slowly as you’d like. They are sweet. Perfectly ripe.
“Would you like some wine?”
Despite the juice of berries coating your tongue, your mouth is dry as you speak for the first time since you’d said your vows. “Yes, please.”
“So well mannered.” A smug smile spreads across his face as he raises his goblet and sips. He reaches over and sets it down beside the half-empty bowl. “I forgot to have them retrieve another cup.”
The crimson red liquid ripples. A challenge.
“You are very gracious, my Prince. Thank you.” You lift it by the stem and drink. It was stronger than you’ve ever had before. The taste takes you aback, coughing as it soaks your tongue. Hastily you set the cup back down.
"I take it you don't often indulge in Dornish Reds."
"No, never."
His head cocks to the side appraisingly. "I suppose such a thing has never been offered to you before. Not within the confines of your father's authority. He has given you a rather sheltered life."
A prickly heat seeps up your neck. "My father did not confine or shelter me. He has only ever guided me to live as virtuously as the Seven wished for all their children to live.”
“How very kind of him to not let you endure the same vices as himself.”
You blink, his words sinking in. The implication that your father is a drunkard stings. He isn't, but you don’t fight his accusation. Selfishly, you do not wish to defend your father. Instead, you pluck a berry from the bowl, hoping to end the conversation entirely.
"Are the berries quite good?"
You nod, not wanting to speak again.
"Might I have one?" When you go to pick up the bowl, he stops you. "Pick me out the best one."
The best one? The bowl is still half full. Which berry was the best? Would he be disappointed if you picked one he did not like? Or one that was not ripe enough? Not sweet enough? What would he do to you if he disliked the one you chose?
It was the largest blackberry that you finally settle on, prepared to hear how terrible the choice had been as you hold it out to him. He doesn't simply take it. He leans over the table, taking the berry and your fingers into his mouth.
The act is heinously intimate. It leaves you frozen and breathless as he pulls away, his eyes alight in devious amusement. "I'm not sure which taste I prefer. The berry's or your's."
Fire spreads across your cheeks. You flinch away, embarrassed. In the escape effort your arm knocks against the goblet. To your horror, it clatters against the table. The liquid sloshes across your front, staining the white gown.
The crimson seems to seep from your womb, condemning you for something you had yet to do. You paw at the stain as the chair clatters on the ground from the force with which you'd stood.
Tears brim in your eyes as it continues to spread.
“There's no need to fret. It is only wine.”
“I have desecrated it.” The tears have not stopped falling and your hands have not stopped scrubbing at it with your fingers. “The stain will never come out.”
“It is only a dress.” He cups your face, encouraging you to meet his gaze. It searches for some understanding.
He would never understand.
“I am so sorry, my Prince.”
He shushes you softly and places a kiss against your forehead. This was the monster? The vile, unholy beast whose every action was an affront to the Seven? This man who had shown you nothing but kindness?
You cry harder.
He is not the monster.
You are.
You aren’t sure how long you cry. But he holds you through it all. He speaks little more than a few consoling phrases, but it is more than you deserve. His presence, arms around you, kisses on your hair. All of it more than you deserve.
You’re finally calm, only left with sniffles, when he says, “We should get the dress to the washwomen before the stain sets.” What good would it do? The stain can never be removed from your soul. Still you agree and turn for him.
His fingers are swift as they loosen the strings of your bodice. Practiced. He is practiced. Behind closed doors you assume, but there were numerous tales of his public debauchery. It has been gossiped that he prefers the thrill of open affairs and touches of multiple women.
“Why did you refuse the bedding ceremony?”
He pauses. “Did you wish to have one?”
“No,” you say quickly. “But given your…tendencies I…I thought…” A quiet hum has your words trailing off.
His work continues, though slower. “You are not a whore in a brothel.”
“Neither is your niece and yet...”
Air blows across your neck as he chuckles. “Has my pious little wife been gossiping about the chastity of the Crowned Princess?”
Your lungs seize at the realization of what you’d just said. It’s treason. Questioning her virtue is treason.
“Relax, jaesa.” His hands slip between the shoulders of your shift and the loose gown, pushing the sleeves down your arms. “I took you under my protection today. You may speak freely to me.”
“I,” you hesitate, freeing your hands of the garment, “I had heard that a year ago you snuck the princess from the castle and—“
He bunches the fabric at your waist and tugs. “Had my way with her in some brothel?”
“Yes.”
The gown struggles for a moment, snagging on the curve of your behind. Another tug and it is a pile around your feet. “My niece wished to see King’s Landing. I showed her and returned her to the castle, still a fair maiden like yourself.”
“Of course.”
“You doubt me?”
“No, my Prince.”
"It would do a great disservice to our union to begin it with lies." He prompts you to turn and hesitantly you do. He is shorter than your father, yet his presence is as commanding. More so. It makes you aware of how thin the fabrics of your shifts were when his gaze drifts down. "My niece's heart belongs elsewhere. As do my desires."
His touch is gentle as he cups your cheek, but the feeling's it stirred are rough and uncertain. Bordering on traitorous.
“Shall I call a servant to fetch the dress?” The words waver. You wonder if they’re comprehensible at all.
They are, it seems as he rejects the offer and slips out the door himself with the dress. The reprieve from his watchful, astute eye is welcome. You fall to your knees at the edge of the bed and recite the prayer your father had taught you minutes before you’d been led down the aisle.
Warrior, give me strength for what I must do. It is for the good of the realm.
Mother, forgive me for what I must do. It is for the good of your faithful servants.
Stranger, lead my children to peace. It is for the good of their innocent souls.
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Ace: Do you remember when MC-senpai decided that all failing students would be part of Ramshackle dorm?
Epel: Yes. Why?
Ace: *points at the Ramshackle students*
*The students looking pristine*
Ace and Epel: ...
Ramshackle students: *being polite to each other*
Ace: What kind of brainwashing shit they did to them?
MC: Do you want to know, Ace~?
Ace and Epel: GAH! S-Senpai?!
MC: *smiles at them*
Ace: H-How long have you been standing there, senpai?
MC: Hmm~ A few minutes, maybe~.
Grim: We heard everything you said. How dare you talk behind my housewarden's back?!
MC: Calm down, Grim~. Ace is just curious~. Isn't that right~?
Ace: I-I mean, yeah! Who wouldn't be?
MC: Grim~ As my favorite student~ Wouldn't you be so kind to explain to him~?
Grim: *smug look* I'm not busy today, so sure. But I don't think he'll be smart enough to understand.
Ace: Hey!
MC: Is that so~? Then~ Shouldn't Ace be part of my dorm as well?
Ace: N-No! I'm satisfied being in Heartslabyul!
MC: Eh~ That's a shame~. *then walks away to approach the Ramshackle students*
Ace: Whew. That was close.
Epel: You should really be careful when you're saying something, Ace.
Ace: Hmph.
Riddle: ...
Trey and Cater: ...
Cater: Is there something wrong, Riddle?
Trey: Our students who were transferred to Ramshackle dorm all got high scores on their exams.
Cater: Wow! Does that mean they will be returning to us?
Riddle: No.
Cater: Huh?
Trey: Some of them came here to inform Riddle that they would like to stay permanently in Ramshackle dorm until they graduate.
Cater: I see. Then why are you frowning, Riddle?
Trey: The rankings... We are below Ramshackle dorm...
Cater: They... They are in third place?!
Riddle: *immediately gets angry*
Cater: O-Oh... I'm sorry, Riddle...
MC: Hm~? This is a surprise~. What are you doing here, Riddle~?
Riddle: I'm here to tell you about my thoughts, senpai! I would never accept that you have more efficient management skills than the Queen of Hearts!
MC: Ooh~ *giggles* Thanks for the compliment~.
Riddle: I'm not complimenting you!
MC: Eh~. But it sounds that way to me~. Say, Riddle~ You are interested to know how I changed my students, aren't you~?
Riddle: N-No...
MC: *smiles mischievously* You're hungry for wisdom.
Riddle: !!!
Riddle: Wh-What are these, senpai?!
MC: Mummy's bandages~. They're the tutors today and you're going to like them very much~.
Riddle: *being dragged in* S-Stop!
MC: Relax, Riddle~ You'll be safe~.
MC: I think.
Riddle: !!!
Riddle: SENPAI!!!
Riddle: *crying* *and his former students were trying to comfort him*
The former Heartslabyul students: It's okay, Sir Riddle. That's just how our housewarden prank people.
Riddle: Those stupid mummies... WHY IS THERE EVEN A SARCOPHAGUS IN HERE?!!
MC: Silly~ That's where the mummies came from~.
Riddle: *bawls his eyes out*
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