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dilfprayers · 4 months

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...dad leon.... daaaaad leon. DRUNK dad leon...

tw; incest & SUPER disturbing themes

He's got you pinned down to the bed, drunken rambles and the scent of booze was enough to make your nose burn. You tensed up, squirming around while using your hands to push them up against his chest in order to try and at least push him off "Dad- get off of me..." He's clearly ignoring you, groaning when you protested and made such a fuss and had gripped your wrists. His eyes narrowed to yours before scanning your whole entire body. He nearly drooled at the sight of you, "I don't know why.." He paused, holding your wrists even tighter. He was scaring you at this point -- His actions were unreadable and it wasn't like you could read him anyways. "Why I haven't done this a while ago when your mother kept denying me another child when you're right here..."

Your eyes widened, staring at him before you thrashed around. He's drunk, he doesn't know what he was talking about. He couldn't be serious. Right.. Right??? You were panicking and he just looked down at you - A poker face before he smirks, cheeks flushed a deep red while using one hand to hold your wrists together. "M'gonna...Get that baby boy I've always wanted.." He groans, using his free hand to unbuckle his pants while you squirm and cry. Not even that was stopping him. He was supposed to be your protector, your hero and he was doing the exact opposite. He was fucking deranged for an older man, you always avoided these types of men out in public but for it to be your father? You felt sick to your stomach. "D-dad! You aren't thinking straight!" You hissed at him while your tears were streaming down your cheeks. Still, he ignored while quietly muttering something about getting the son he's always wanted. Eventually he got his pants off and his boxers, letting his cock spring out free - Still drooling at the sight of you. You were perfect in his eyes. Perfect for being the mother to his child.

_ Pan to a couple minutes later, you left so many scratches on his arms while he rocked his hips, hitting the deepest parts of your cunt that was slick with your fluids and his cum. You felt like it was all some kind of dream from how many times he managed to pull every single orgasm out of you. "Finally cooperating? Goooood... Good girl~" "You love your daddy's cock? You do. I know.. I know. I'll give you more." "You're tearing up sweetheart.. Are those tears of joy?" "This cunt was made for me and me only.. Mm.." Hearing all of that on top of the many other things he said. Things truthfully had gotten worse since he had managed to snag some more drinks while fucking you. He'd pull you off his cock, taking swigs of the bottle while you were helplessly shifting positions so you could suck his cock that was a drenching mess. Or, he'd make you take some sips while eating you out. He'd suckle your clit, sometimes pulling at it with his teeth and it sent shocks throughout your whole body. Tears streamed down your cheeks from every single thing he did. It was fucking gross but could it be helped? You were tipsy, he was already far gone. Daddy and daughter bonding some would say but take it to another level. _ Eventually, you both grew tired. It couldn't go on for hours after all. It had to end at some point.. Before he put an end to it, he was buried deep in you. His cock remained deep in your core while you laid there beneath him with dried tears and saliva on your face. Your cunt ached in pain from all the fingering, eating out and fucking that had happened. What time was it even? Wasn't your mom coming back home soon from work? Shit, does your father even care? Leon was too busy blowing another load until you, forcing his cock to go deeper than it possibly could - And fuck did it hurt. You wail out in pain, moving your hips with discomfort while feeling his cum fill you again. Your head was spinning and he was just there above you, pretty zoned out at this point. He was old after all and old men has their limits.. Limits he apparently pushed past this night for sure. All this cause of your mother... You could've sworn you muttered something about it being her fault that your father got drunk in the first place and resorted to fucking his own daughter to get another kid -- but again, you couldn't recall much. You were too busy letting your mind ease out along with your body. Everything felt light as you laid there with him over you. "Should be enough for get y'pregnant.." He mutter's quietly before pulling out. A wet squelching noise was made as he pulled his cock back out and then he went on to laying with you. He remained above you still, rubbing his cheek against your neck. Leon did say a few things but you heard nothing but buzzing. Probably processing the shit that was happening.. You thought about everything so much - you had eventually blanked out. _ Days later? You're in the bathroom vomiting back to back. You didn't get a break from that bathroom for a while and Leon would sit there on the couch with the biggest grin on his face. He knew exactly what was happening. He was finally gonna get that baby boy he's always wanted.

#realdad!leon #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #🕊️ — drabs

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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Batfam x little bat bro

The batbro is a really quiet kid, not non-verbal, just hardly ever talks. He's just quiet all around, when walking, eating, doing whatever. He also likes to stare a lot. Just imagine the kid suddenly appearing in front of Bruce's desk , you can just see his little grabby hands and the upper part of his face, and he just stares. Definitely is the one to accidentally scare them with suddenly appearing even tho he's been here the whole time. The definition of this --->●_●

Lol, it's funny to imagine the batkids scared of a toddler. Only Bruce doesn't gets scared.

Summary: (Y/N) is an odd child.

Warnings: fluff, (Y/N) scares people

Bruce watched as (Y/N) ran outside with Titus. It was nice day outside and Bruce prompted his youngest son to go out and play. (Y/N) didn't have a problem with it and was more than happy to play with Titus.

Bruce took a sip of his coffee as he watched his youngest ran around. Even now, he was still quiet. Not talking at all. Bruce noticed it early on and it did worry him.

Even when he realized that he was that quiet, it still worried him. Usually children are more talkative, but not every child is the same. It was quite funny sometimes to see the boys talking to him and (Y/N) just responding with hums and shakes of his head.

Jason often used it as a form of getting a yes for some questions. What colored shirt to wear. It usually went like, ' which color do you think is better? Blue or red? ' (Y/N) would let out a hum and Jason would answer for himself. ' Red, I hear you. I know red is better. '

And one other thing that made (Y/N) a more different child than the others was the fact that he was quiet. Not in the sense hardly talking, but rather he was quiet when he was approaching one of his brothers.

It caused a lot of scare situations with the other family members. (Y/N) would just walk up, quietly, make grabby hands, seemingly wanting to be picked up.

Jason to this day denies screaming when (Y/N) scared him. And will continue to do so until he dies. Again.

Bruce wasn't outwardly scared, but he couldn't lie when he said that his heart started beating a little bit faster.

Bruce sighed as he was sitting at his office. It was Saturday, but there is a work emergency. He looked at the emails that were sent to him. Something went wrong with a meeting. There was no way he was going to come in for such a minor thing, especially after calling Lucius.

So, he was in contact with the people via emails and phone calls. Bruce also cursed whoever decided to take the business partners to a restaurant. Why?

He looked at some papers, before moving them to the side. He didn't see how the door opened. He flinched when he saw (Y/N), just staring at him, making grabby hands.

Bruce huffed, but picked him up none the less. Another thing that (Y/N) did is starring. Bruce was once scared when he saw (Y/N) standing next to the bed. (Y/N) had a nightmare and he just wanted his father.

" You little rascal. Always so quiet. " Bruce chuckled, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head. He adjusted (Y/N) so that he was laying comfortably on his chest, then went back to the emails and phone calls.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader

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withacapitalp · 5 months

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Part 19

Part One Link to ao3 Part 18.

Part Twenty

As always thank you to @stevethehairington and @thefreakandthehair for generally keeping my head on my shoulders and betaing everything I always throw at you guys ily ily ily

Step Nineteen: Sing a Song

“Are you sure about this Steve?” Claudia asked for the millionth time as Steve opened her coat and held it out in front of him with a patient smile.

“I’m sure. Honest, Mrs. Henderson.” Steve said. He had gone through this exact song and dance with every parent except for Joyce and Hop, and Claudia was the final hold out. Truthfully he had expected Karen Wheeler or the Sinclairs to be the most unsure about leaving their sons at his house overnight, but a few small platitudes had been enough to get them to let go and go home.

Well, a few platitudes and a bottle of wine to hit the road with.

“Steven,” She immediately replied, a faux warning tone coloring her voice as she wagged her finger at him with a grumpy look in her eye.

“Claudia,” Steve amended, still feeling that little awkwardness that he always had when he addressed any adult by their first name. He could practically hear his mother’s voice in his ear telling him off for being impolite. “It’s not a problem, and besides, they’re just going to sleep. Super easy.”

Steve wasn’t exactly sure if that was true, but he had hope. All six of his brats had been letting out big yawns as he had ushered them up the stairs a little while ago, and he hadn’t heard any shouting coming from upstairs yet. There was no way of knowing if the excitement of a sleepover would give them a second wind of some form, but even that would be short lived.

Besides, Eddie had just left to drop off his friends with the promise of coming back soon, so the quicker he got the kids in bed, the better.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, dear, you know how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for Dusty and the others,” Claudia said, finally allowing Steve to help her into her coat, “I just can’t believe you don't get tired of having them all here so often. I mean, doesn't it exhaust you? I can barely handle the occasional playdate they have at my house!”

“It does exhaust me,” Steve joked with a soft laugh, “but it’s also nice? A bit hard to explain, I guess.”

“You’re starting to sound like a father,” Claudia teased, buttoning up her extremely bright pink coat., “You’ll make some girl very happy someday.”

Steve laughed along because that was what was appropriate, but he couldn’t deny the weird pit in his stomach that was beginning to grow. A month ago he would have thought it was because of his breakup with Nancy and the prospect that he might never find someone he loved like her ever again.

That made sense.

But Steve could say with almost one hundred percent certainty that Nancy was nothing but a friend now. Someone important to him, but wholly platonic. He could also say that he still very much wanted to be a father. It was one of the things he wanted most in life.

So why was Claudia’s joke making him so uncomfortable?

It made zero sense. There wasn’t any reason. Something just felt… wrong.

Luckily their conversation appeared to be over. There were still the normal polite farewells and long goodbyes in the doorway, but that was all perfunctory. Steve could go through those motions without much thought, and before he knew it the front door shut and he was finally alone in his house once more.

Thump.

Mostly alone.

“You shitheads better have your pajamas on and teeth brushed by the time I reach the top of these steps!” Steve called up from the bottom, standing still and relishing in the sudden flurry of activity that was coming from his bedroom.

The kids weren’t even a bit frightened of him, but they still listened to him when they felt like it, and especially if he was doing something big like letting them all stay overnight so they could spend more time with El. It was almost novel, knowing they were going to actually do what he said with only minimal complaining.

Steve waited one second longer before starting to climb the stairs, purposefully making his steps just a touch louder so he knew the kids could hear him approaching. He even made a show of slowly opening the door to his bedroom, only to be greeted by a truly miraculous sight.

All six of them tucked tight into his bed, quiet and calm. Max, Lucas, and Will were even pretending to be asleep, just to really sell the bit. Max and Lucas weren’t doing too good, but Steve might’ve actually believed Will’s act if he didn’t know that Will always slept on his left, and not his right.

“Look at that, turns out you can do as you’re told,” He said, putting his hands on his hips and biting his lip to avoid directly laughing at how good they were pretending to be. The ‘sleepers’ opened their eyes, and the others all relaxed at the easy going tone their babysitter was using.

“Fuck you, Steve,” Mike grumbled, ever the contrarian.

“I can still call your mom and dad to pick you up, Wheeler,” Steve threatened lightly, both of them knowing he would do no such thing.

Still, it was enough to get Mike to back down, grumbling as he snuggled in tighter between Dustin and El.

“How’d the plan go?” Dustin asked eagerly, leaning over his grumpy friend and jamming his elbow’s into Mike’s ribs, causing the other boy to snarl and try to push him off without success.

“Pretty much perfect,” Steve sighed walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling at one of Max’s braids idly just to rile her up a little bit. “El should have no problem going to school next year.”

The kids immediately began to cheer and whoop, already excitedly planning all the things they would get to do together next year.

All except one.

“What’s wrong Supergirl?” Steve asked softly, furrowing his brow at El’s stormy expression. “I thought this would make you happy.”

That was the whole reason he had come up with this insane plan- he had wanted to make El happy. And yet, here she was, practically miserable.

El sucked in one cheek, chewing on it in a move that was so reminiscent of Hopper it almost made Steve laugh. She looked just like her dad when he was deep in thought.

“I am happy about being allowed to go to school,” El finally began, her words slow as she thought through the exact words she wanted to use. Steve waited patiently, knowing she would come to the words when she had them, or would ask for one that might help explain better.

“I am… uncomfortable with lying. Friends don’t lie.”

Friends don’t lie.

Steve wasn’t exactly sure who had taught that to these kids, but if he ever found out, he would not be responsible for what he did.

Don’t lie. What a stupid thing to teach kids. In Steve’s opinion- honesty was overrated. There was nothing wrong with a white lie, or a big fat one, as long as it was for a good reason. What was the point in telling his mother that his dad was out with his secretary again? What sense was there in being truthful when Carol asked if the other girls thought she was mean? Saying those things just hurt everyone, Steve included.

It was better to be smart, to be strategic with the truth, and hope for the best. He would lie to everyone around him, as long as it was what would keep them happiest. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, and actually, knowing would hurt more.

Still, he couldn’t say that to them. Especially not to El of all people. The other kids barely understood; her black and white way of thinking wouldn’t be able to get it. Not yet.

But then again, maybe it would be better if she never did.

“Friends don’t lie, but friends do keep secrets,” Steve decided, hoping that would be enough. “We’re going to keep your secrets, so you can stay safe. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” El said almost immediately, knowing how important her safety was to Steve. She paused, and Steve could practically see the wheels turning in her brain as she let his words truly sink in.

Once she did she took a deep breath and turned back to him, making sure Steve was looking at her as she spoke.

“But I still don’t like it? Does that make sense?” El asked hesitantly.

“I don’t like it either,” Mike said, and this time Steve could tell he wasn’t just agreeing because it was El. Mike’s little glower had turned into a full blown scowl, and his arms flew around as his voice began to raise, “El saved the world. Twice. She’s a hero, not a monster!”

No, she wasn’t a monster, and Steve would never want her to think of herself as one, but the world wasn’t so kind. Before he could even begin to try explaining that, the kids kept going.

“It does kind of suck that I can’t tell my mom anything,” Max admitted, uncharacteristically quiet as she kept her eyes firmly on the blanket covering her legs. “I don’t care about telling Billy or Neil or anything, but my mom asks me about my nightmares, and I can’t tell her why I have them. I’ve never been good at keeping secrets from her.”

“My mom’s still bummed about Mews,” Dustin muttered.

“My mom knows and it’s still hard to talk to her,” Will added on, looking far too old for just being twelve.

They all looked old. It was like Steve could almost see the adults they would be someday far down the line. Adults with secrets to bear, and lies to tell, and too many things they would never be able to explain to the world around him. Things that their mothers would never be able to help them with.

Was that what he was now?

Steve had never even considered talking to his mother about everything they had been through. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind once. And now that he was thinking about it, he still couldn’t imagine a world where he would ever talk to his mom about any of this.

… It was hard to recall the last time he had talked to his mom about anything real.

“I know it sucks, but it’s not safe guys,” He said, focusing on the thing he could worry about and ignoring the panging ache in his heart. This wasn’t a time to think about his mommy issues. This was about the kids.

“Yeah, being put in cuffs once was enough for me,” Lucas said, unconsciously rubbing at his wrists. “Not fun.”

“I do not want to go back to the lab. Secret’s are necessary,” El agreed, reaching over and tangling her fingers in Lucas’s, “but they suck.”

“Secrets suck a big fat one,” Dustin declared.

El leaned back, quirking her head to the side.

“A big fat what?” She asked, the absolute picture of innocence she was.

There was a beat of quiet as they all registered exactly what she had just said, and then as a group they all began to laugh. Steve tried in vain to stifle his giggles, not wanting El to feel like she was being laughed at, but she was smiling too, pleased as punch to get her friends feeling happy again instead of sad.

“I’ll explain it some other time, Elliegirl,” Steve promised, tugging the covers more securely around the brats as he did. “And you guys can always talk to me, you know that right? I’m not the same as your parents, but I’m here.”

Some sleepy nods and yawns answered him, and Steve figured the conversation had reached its natural conclusion. But, just as he reached over to grab the lights, a quiet little voice broke through the silence.

“... Who do you talk to?”

Steve paused, his fingers still curled around the knob on his bedside lamp as he turned to give Will a curious look.

“What?”

“You said we can talk to you, but who do you talk to?” Will explained, a little nervous like always, but not backing down.

No one.

“Plenty of people. I’ve got my friends, and Nancy and Jonathan,” Steve replied, a little too cheerfully, trying to ignore the immediate response that had come to mind.

“But you can’t talk to Eddie or the others about the upside down stuff, and you barely talk to Nancy and Jon,” Max argued, joining Will in staring Steve down now that he had considered the question, “so, who do you get to talk to about this, Steve?”

“Where’s all this coming from?” Steve asked, expertly maneuvering around the situation. He ruffled Dustin’s curls, finally free of his hat, poking him in between the eyes to add an extra annoyance. “I’m the one that worries about you brats, not the other way around.”

“We are friends, Steve. Aren’t friends supposed to watch over each other?” El insisted.

Steve opened his mouth but quickly shut it before he said something stupid like they weren’t friends or it didn’t work that way.

But wasn’t that the truth?

The kids were friends with each other, Nancy was Mike’s sister, Jonathan was Will’s brother, Hopper and Joyce were the parents. Where did Steve fit in that equation? ‘Babysitter’ had been an easy thing to use as a placeholder, but how much longer could he say that? What place was Steve supposed to be in for them as they got older? He wasn’t their brother, but he couldn’t see a world where he fit as one of their friends.

“You’re wrong,” Dustin grumbled, pulling Steve out of his head and back into the moment.

“Excuse me?” Steve said, more than a little shocked. As far as he knew, El was the only one who could read minds, and he hadn’t said a word.

And yet, they were all glaring at him, unhappy with whatever they had seen on his face.

“How many times do we have to say you’re in the party?” Mike muttered, a heavy red blush on his cheeks as he burrowed deeper into the pillows to avoid looking at anyone.

“Dumbass,” Max added, just to even things back out.

A hot heavy warmth spread through Steve’s chest and he bit down the stupid smile that was

threatening to break onto his face. Whatever he was, it didn’t matter. They cared, and that was what mattered.

“If I need to, I’ll talk with you guys,” Steve offered, knowing deep in his bones that he would never do such a thing.

“Promise?” Lucas murmured.

“Promise,” Steve lied with a soft, honey sweet voice, shutting off the light and letting the hallway lamp and the glow of the pool illuminate the room in a gentle cool tone. “Now it’s really time for bed.”

“What about Story and Song?” El asked.

Steve raised his brows in surprise, reminded with a jolt that despite looking just the same, El wasn’t like the other kids.

Story and Song was a little tradition Steve had started for the nights that Hopper had to work late, an easy way to get her to go to bed in an unfamiliar house without the comforting presence of her dad. He would read one of the short stories from his big book of Disney stories, sing her a song, and she would sleep until Hopper came to pick her up. It was sweet, but none of the other kids would have ever dared to ask for such a childish thing. They would want to act more grown up, more mature, always in a rush to grow up.

El had no such qualms.

A familiar storybook was being floated into his lap, and none of them, not even the boys, were protesting. In the blink of an eye, they weren’t old anymore, just kids who wanted to hear a story they already knew to help them fall asleep.

“Which one do you guys want?” Steve asked, ignoring the lump that was starting to grow in his throat, flipping through the Disney storybook and feeling the worn edges against his fingertips.

“Lady and the Tramp?” Dustin offered, seeing that Steve was already thumbing through that page. He turned to the beginning and rolled his neck getting into the mood to read, using the light from the pool outside as his guide.

“Lady was a happy little dog. She lived in a big house with Jim Dear and Darling.”

By the time Steve’s index finger glossed along the last sentences of the story, most of the kids had dropped off. Will had fallen asleep almost immediately, with Dustin and Lucas tripping after him before too long. El had made a valiant attempt to stay up, but she was gone by the time Lady met the other dogs at the pound.

Steve had just two hold outs left.

“G’night guys,” He said quietly, slowly sliding off of the bed and putting the book on the floor next to his bed. Mike turned over and ignored him, but Max sat up with a little glare.

“You said we would get a song too,” Max said sleepily, rubbing at her eyes with both palms.

“That’s being cheap, Harrington.”

Cheap? Was she actually serious?

“You two… want me… to sing you a lullaby?” Steve asked in complete disbelief. El, he understood. She had no frame of reference, no way of knowing that she might be a little bit too old for things like this, but Max?

Mike?

“We just don’t think you can actually sing,” Mike said, his words punctuated by a ridiculously big yawn.

“You gotta close your eyes then, and just listen,” Steve sighed, unwilling to argue this late at night.

“Deal,” Max said, snuggling down into the bed.

Steve let his eyes fall shut, taking a long deep breath as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, putting his back against the bed and conveniently facing away from the kids. It wasn’t like he was embarrassed to sing, it would just be easier not to have to see them while he did it.

But what should he sing?

It had to be something soft, something easy. Something anyone would want to hear.

The memory hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Who could hate this song?”

Steve had the answer.

“Love of my life, you’ve hurt me…”

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queenshelby · 3 months

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An Illicit Affair

Part 19: GATHERING EVIDENCE

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

Trying to do the right thing by his mother though who, by now, had managed to manipulate Max into trusting her more than his father, he picked up his phone and texted her.

"I think dad is having an affair again," he wrote, biting his lip nervously after hitting send but Danielle didn't reply immediately.

"I know," she eventually responded before taking a deep breath. It took her some time to fully grasp the gravity of the situation.

For weeks, she had suspected that Cillian was unfaithful, but neither could she prove it yet nor did she know who he was sleeping with.

Just 24 hours ago, Cillian denied her suspicion when she had confronted him, resulting yet in another fallout where Cillian prevented her from hurting herself again. After that, she chose to keep quiet, pretending that everything was just fine while secretly plotting her revenge.

"Do you know who with?" Danielle then texted her son, trying to remain composed despite the anger boiling in her veins.

"No, but whoever she is, she wears the same perfume as Y/N I think," Max replied honestly, placing his phone on the toilet seat.

The bathroom was warm and cozy, but his mind raced, consumed by the turmoil brewing outside.

"It smells like her," he added, feeling unsettled as images of a certain pair of eyes filled his mind. "But maybe I am just imagining it because she was here earlier to check up on him and redress his cut," Max typed, hoping to convince himself and ease his anxiety.

"Why did he not go to the clinic to get it redressed?" Danielle asked, her heart sinking into her stomach as her suspicions grew.

"I think he doesn't want to deal with the hassle of waiting in line at the hospital," Max guessed before finishing up in the bathroom, following which Danielle sat down on the bed at her house, burying her face in her hands.

Surely, her husband would not be cheating on her with their son's ex-girlfriend she thought, not knowing what to believe.

She was paranoid, her thoughts racing wildly as she paced back and forth across the bedroom floor. She knew that accusing Cillian without solid proof again would only push him further away. So, she decided to find evidence instead.

Danielle felt a surge of determination course through her veins as she frantically searched through Cillian's belongings. She rifled through drawers, examined clothing, and even scoured his old phone, desperate for answers.

Then, she pulled out his lap-top, looking at his search and contact history. There was no sign of anything unusual, but she kept searching.

At one point, she saw that he had recently logged on to his old Instagram account which Max had set up for him years ago but which he never really used. He was still logged in and the first person who showed up in his recent searches was you.

Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at your profile picture, frozen in disbelief. Could it be true?

Danielle read through your posts, scrolling past pictures of you hanging out with friends and she thought to think of innocent reasons as to why Cillian would look at your profile.

She scrolled on and, eventually, stumbled upon a post from over a year ago, where you tagged Max in a photo of the two of you together, smiling cheerfully. It was an instant wave of nausea that washed over her as she remembered that time Max had introduced you to her and Cillian. That day, she had thought to herself that you were cute, polite, and smart, but little did she know that you would become her biggest enemy.

Meanwhile in London, Max shared some more dinner with his father Cillian before calling it a day. Being at university again, he had an exam the following day and needed some rest.

Yet it was difficult to sleep with the lingering thoughts of you nagging at the back of his mind.

He was lying in bed, wide awake, when he felt a familiar vibration. He looked at his phone and saw that Danielle had messaged him again.

"Do you still have the key to our apartment that I gave you?" she wanted to know urgently.

"Yeah, why?" Max answered quickly.

"Dad is out in the afternoon, shooting a commercial for Montblanc. Can you let the cable guy in at 2 o'clock?" Danielle asked Max and since his parents only recently purchased the unit, he wasn't really surprised by his mother's request.

"Okay, sure," Max agreed, typing the response on his phone following which Danielle thanked him for the help and wished him luck with his upcoming exams.

"Thanks Mum," he finally wrote back before putting his phone aside, not knowing that what his mother was really going to do.

She was going to have cameras installed in various places around the apartment to catch Cillian in the act.

To be continued...

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nightingalestarchaser · 11 months

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● Superbia

Pairings: Daemon x Fem!Twin Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: Incest, Heavy implications, Rich people being terrible, Cheating, Slight changes to the canon but let's face it, there's worse things happening in the world than me using this fictional world as my barbie dream house

A/N: So this is the second story I have posted on here, the first I've written for Daemon! Feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy ✨️

She can't breathe.

He steals her breath every time and she hates it. He loves it, of course. Relishes in every opportunity to do it. Prick.

Not that a tiny part of her doesn't love it, albeit deep down. Like how she loves him and hates him, in equal measure. A perfect balance of deep love and deep hatred.

She had no choice but to love him. It is an inherent truth, rooted in her bones. They came into the world together, they have always been bound together. That was what started her hatred in the first place.

She could never be as she was, taken as an individual. No matter what she did, she and he would always be 'the twins' whether they liked it or not.

He liked it. He loved himself, so of course he would relish a replica.

She hated it. She loved him, but never knew if he truly loved her for who she was, or just as an extension of himself.

Not that it mattered, they were taken as one. Two bodies, one soul.

It was the most pronounced as children. Exasperated nannies would seek 'the twins' from their hiding spots. Their parents would discuss 'the twins'. Visiting Lords and Ladies would fuss and coo over 'the twins'. The only separation was 'the boy' and 'the girl', when talk of marriage reared its head.

There was some hope for separation as they grew older. They shared blood deeper than most, but that blood was split between two bodies. Bodies that began to become noticed.

His body was noticed for its power, its grace, its strength. It was desired, it was talked about around the seven kingdoms. He was named. They stopped being 'the twins.'

Her body was noticed for its use. How it could benefit others, never her. She was named, albeit under a veil. Princess. Your Grace. Sometimes she suspected that after so many years of being 'the twins', people had forgotten her name.

He teased her with her name. Called her by it. Made sure only he used it. It sounded better coming from his lips anyway.

It didn't stop her frustration, merely cooled it for a time. He called her other names too, names that were not meant for use by them, with each other.

She loved him so dearly in those moments. Even as children he would call her names he shouldn't. When they hid from a nanny, or a maester, giggling in dark corners. When she crept into his bed seeking comfort during a storm, or refuge from a nightmare. Those names soothed her, her name soothed her. Reminded her that he knew her, he saw her for who she was.

But they were not made for peace and harmony. When she loved him, she loved him fiercely. When she hated him, she did so with equal ferocity.

He did it on purpose, she knew it. The girl, the lady, would barely have a toe placed on the streets and he would be there. Sometimes sparring in the yard, showing off. Sometimes offering an arm for a guided tour. Always doing it to irritate her. He never cared for those girls, he simply used them in his games.

She refused to do the same. She would not stoop to his level. If she had wanted to, she could. Every Lord's son was keen to take her hand in a dance, compliment her beauty, invite her to their own castles in a pathetic attempt at chivalry.

He always told her she did not want chivalry. She did not deny it.

To have a man simpering over her was the furthest thing from her desires. She did not want to be placed in another gilded cage to be shown off. He always found her when she hid. Not that she was ever hiding somewhere so elusive. It made her laugh when her father's guards would attempt to get her back inside. One glare would have them retreating. She knew it wasn't her they were afraid of, but she could dream.

He never forced her to go back, to rejoin the dismal parties. He found them just as tedious. They were meant to be the focus of every guest, put on display for every Lord to examine like a piece of meat. They stayed on the outside while they could, protecting each other.

There had been talk of marrying them to each other, especially with Viserys betrothed to the Arryn girl. But why just keep power when you can expand it?

They had the Vale secured, why not plant roots in The North? The Reach? Even Dorne?

Their fate is sealed and torn apart at once. A concerted effort is made to remove the twin image. Twins are two halves of the same person. Twins come together, they are an eternally united pair.

But they are not to be bound to each other eternally. They must be separated.

Guards are placed outside their doors. Maids sleep in her bedchamber. He is still granted freedoms she will never be allowed. She is trussed up, fussed at, preened and plucked. He is allowed to roam free.

The rare times she loves herself are when she is simply herself. Hair loose and flowing past her shoulders, a simple shift dress on, reading by her window and occasionally glancing down to the training yard.

Hair tightly braided, boots hugging her thighs, the clouds surrounding her as she takes her dragon to the skies and feels the rush of the wind on her face.

She is not allowed those things anymore. She is not allowed to be anything but the perfect image of beauty and grace, trotted out in front of every Lord in the land.

He at least has some choice. He freely rejects many eligible girls, though entertains those who he knows are a possibility for him in her eyes. The girls she thinks he could take, could steal her place in his bed, by his side, on his dragon.

They are welcome to him, she thinks in those moments. They see the smile, the strength, the beauty, the perfect Prince. They don't see more and they don't want to see more. They are girls, simpering for a prince, she is a woman who yearns for a man.

Two can play at any game, and she finds it easy to take a seat at the table. She can catch any man's eye, give him a smile, touch his arm, laugh politely, make him feel like there's nobody else in the room. Make him believe he really has a chance.

When all the girls are sent back home, she doesn't rush to him. She lets him come to her, which he always does.

He teases her with the names of every girl who'd ever looked at him, wondering which one he could possibly choose. He expounds on the virtues of the North, the Reach, even Dorne. He could be the dragon who conquered it, he teases.

She does not believe him, she knows he says such things to tease and irritate her, and she hates him for it but revels in her own superiority. He will always choose her, they are a pair.

What she doesn't expect is that someone else chooses her.

She had, naively, as loathe as she was to admit it, thought she had bought herself more time. Claimed that every man who desired her hand needed to be properly considered. She couldn't rush such an important decision.

A decision that was never hers to begin with.

She did not choose her husband, her husband did not choose her. Her father and his father simply moved their pieces on the chessboard and fates were sealed.

He is not a bad man, her betrothed. By all accounts he is one of the better choices that could have been made. He is from a powerful house, he is handsome, strong, chivalrous. He is an excellent swordsman, a keen archer, he has an appreciation for music, art, and good wine, he even makes her genuinely laugh at times.

For anyone else, the perfect husband. A man who would take care of her, love her, give her beautiful children and a happy union.

But all he would be to her was at best a companion, and at worst a vehicle for her worst impulses. She did not cry or scream or lash out in frustration when their betrothal was announced. She beamed, her smile lighting up her face. She held his hand, whispered things to him, played the role of the smitten bride-to-be.

He hated it, and she enjoyed his hatred. When the whispers emerged that she was to be betrothed, he started spending most nights outside the castle walls. She gave up waiting for him, refusing to be a pathetic damsel. One night, feeling particularly dissatisfied and bored, she stole away from her room. She was never afraid of maids or guards, they couldn't harm her.

If she was to be married, she wanted to know what to expect for the rest of her life. The guards outside her husband-to-be's door were easily lured away, and he was even more easily lured once she got inside his bedchamber.

The coupling satisfied her needs at a base level, but no more. She had hoped him being so receptive to her illicit visit would make him see she was not a timid girl waiting to be claimed, alas he was..adequate at best. They would have no problem producing children, but she was not willing to spend the rest of her life being forced to truly satisfy herself by her own hands.

They were never less twins than the run up to her wedding. For the first time in her life she got a taste of autonomy, even as she was marched towards another man to keep her. She was still Princess, even her betrothed rarely used her name, but she felt the change.

She had thought that her twin would batten down on revenge, find some pretty little thing who would extend his power and be left sitting in her beautiful cage. Alas, his capacity to surprise her did not cease.

He created a name for himself on the Street of Silk, rumors abound that he had taken a whore as his mistress, what respectable Lord would allow his daughter, allow his name, to be attached to such a man?

Not that he cared, he had what he wanted. He could fight, fuck, and flout his defiance freely.

She tried to forget about him, but how can you forget that which is part of your very soul? You cannot forget your heart,your blood,your flesh and bones. It is always there, with you.

She was held up as a beacon of shining morality. The model child. The perfect twin. A lady, through and through. She would marry the perfect young man, her children would inherit a great house, she would live a blessed existence.

He came to her, one night in the week before she was to be wed. He was waiting in her chambers, playing with a knife and lightly gesturing to her with it as she came into the room. She swatted it from his hands, strode to her bed.

He knew where she had been, she didn't deny it. She had needs, and what better man to satisfy them than the man who was honor bound to just that?

That pushed him over the edge as she knew it would, delighting in the way they came together like animals, tearing each other apart.

Her wedding day was everything it should have been. The sun held in the sky, basking the city in warmth. She wore a beautiful dress, the crowds cheered and threw flowers at her feet. Her father beamed proudly as she took his arm.

There were whispers of course, how tragic for the bride that her own twin would rather be out sullying his name than be there to witness his sister's most glorious moment. But the whispers became cheers as the Princess kissed her new husband, held his arm so proudly as they walked out of the Sept together, looking every inch the perfect couple.

And now she can't breathe.

She had accepted that her wedding feast would be celebrated without the one person she cared about in attendance. Part of her had wanted him to storm in, cause a scene and revel in his worst impulses and another part had felt proud that he couldn't face her, that she was free to take the spotlight.

But he never did things like she expected or wanted him to. He did indeed storm in, but he did not cause a scene in the way the worst part of her had hoped. He did not charge in atop a horse, high above everyone else. He did not swing a sword at the objectors, the whisperers. He did not rip open her dress, throw her on the table and claim her in front of everyone.

He held her gaze as he walked into the hall, never looking away from her as he slowly walked towards the head of the room, where their family and her new family were gathered. His hand would ghost over the pommel of his sword and move away again. As he walked up the steps to the long table she sat at, she held the perfect surprised expression, a hint of annoyance, a hint of curiosity.

He apologized for his interruption, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt her new husband watch her, reaching for her hand. She took it, her gaze locked on her other half. When he sat at the end of the table, she felt complete.

He would not have her that night, but she would have him forever.

#daemon targeryan #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon fanfic #hotd #hotd fanfic #barbie girl is offically becoming the soundtrack to my hotd writing #not complaining

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sweetcarolina-24 · 4 months

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Scorched Shadows: Pt I

this is a series i'll be writing only on tumblr.

Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but everyone knows how that goes. This takes place before Under the Mountain.

warnings: mentions of abuse(beron)

Part 2

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I spent most of the meeting fidgeting with my scarred hands. The Autumn Court made me uncomfortable, and I hated when Rhys dragged us out for High Lord meetings there.

Not only were the High Lord of Autumn and his sons cruel and wicked, but their powers revolving around fire had always made me nervous.

Morrigan had been allowed to stay home, but not me. Though I'd practically begged Rhys to let me.

Rhys routinely caressed my mind throughout the meeting, something I did appreciate. I'd been six years old the first time he'd done that, and it had terrified me. But over the years, I'd learned to see it as comforting, rather than threatening.

I kept quiet throughout the whole meeting, though I couldn't help but notice the way the Lady of Autumn was continuously cut off by her husband when she attempted to speak.

He spent the meeting belittling her, and nobody was doing a thing about it. It infuriated me to see the female treated in such a way.

"He's a cruel, abusive male," a shadow whispered to me. "She fears him."

I locked eyes with Eris Vanserra, who was sneering from across the room. I glared at him, still furious about what had happened to Morrigan all those years ago.

He ran his amber eyes over me, then looked away, dismissing me entirely.

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I snuck out of my room that night, feeling suffocated by the Autumn Court decorations. The flames and leaves that were embroidered into everything irritated me.

I hated the bed I was given, with it's maroon sheets. I hated the mahogany that all the furniture was made from.

Most of all, I hated the darkness that was everywhere. It wasn't physical, but you could feel it. The court was cold, empty, and dark.

My bare feet padded across the wooden floor until I managed to find a balcony.

I stared out at the beautiful scenery. As much as I hated the court, I couldn't deny it's beauty.

The trees were all golden, red, and orange, the forest ground covered in leaves. The chill in the air was comforting, not too cold.

"What is a delicate thing like you doing all alone?"

I whipped around, finding myself staring into the amber eyes of Eris Vanserra. He was still wearing the emerald button up and black pants he had on at the meeting. The jacket he had been wearing had been discarded, though. His short, red locks was still combed finely, not a hair out of place.

"I'm hardly delicate," was all I managed to say, the words a snarl.

He clicked his tongue, his hands meeting behind his back.

"You think those shadows could save you if the guards found a pretty, little girl like you wandering the grounds at night?" he challenged. I tensed.

“I’m just enjoying the beauty of the court,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Such rudeness from a lady," he tsked with a smirk. "You wouldn't last a day living here."

"I'd rather die than live here," I snapped back.

"You should care to watch your tongue," he warned. "Especially at the meeting tomorrow. My father doesn't take kindly to females like you."

The fury I had felt at the meeting came back. I recalled how he just sat there as Beron spewed belittling words at his mother.

“How can you just let him treat your mother the way he does?” I demanded.

“Excuse me?”

“He’s abusing her, and you’re doing absolutely nothing to stop it,” I glared.

“Don’t speak of things you don’t understand,” he growled.

“I was just a child when I witnessed the cruelty my father brought upon my mother, but I wanted to stop it then, and if I had been older, I would have,” I snapped at him. “And you don’t even say anything when he insults her—"

He snarled, lunging towards me and pinning me to the wall. I gasped, the air being knocked from my lungs as my back hit the stone.

“Say another word about my mother, and I will kill you,” he threatened, his features twisted in unbridled rage. “I don’t care who your brothers are, or that you’re a Lady."

“Like father like son,” I replied, my eyes narrowed at the male.

He looked nearly murderous at that. But he didn’t raise a hand to me. That would only prove my point.

"Estella, is it?" he asked. I nodded tensely. "Well, Estella, you should learn to keep your nose out of others business. It will only bring trouble."

"I'm a spymaster, that's my job," I replied coolly, my back still pressed against the wall.

"Well, keep my mother out of it," he growled, releasing me.

I let out a breath of relief as he stepped away from me. And then, he was gone.

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#acotar #acotar headcanon #eris x you #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar series #eris x y/n #eris my beloved

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boarwinds · 5 months

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What can you tell us about the Snowbaird kids in your First Lady AU?

Glad u asked.

So everything that happens in the movie happens except coryo doesn't say "3 is enough for me" until after they've reached the cabin where they've just unknowing conceived their twins. He says this while they're both lying in bed n that's where that whole "who's the third" conversation happens. Coryo hunts her n she escapes w a non lethal bullet wound that def leaves a scar.

CS goes back to the capitol n goes on to be president at age 23. LG gets pretty far n struggles to survive on fruits, nuts, etc,, she's definitely not a hunter. It makes sense her period doesn't come as she hasn't been eating, sleeping, basically living right but what makes her sneak back to 12 is her growing stomach. She connects the dots. The covey help set her up at the cabin or somewhere only the covey know bc the mayor is still looking for her. She gives birth to twins, first a girl then a boy which came as a surprise. Theyre both tiny w the boy even more so but they make it.

I'm gonna headcanon one of the covey knowing how to hunt n they teach the kids when they're little, LG also learns. Think of the 2 kids from wolf children, that's how her kids are. Theyre so curious abt district 12 n wanna see where their aunts n uncles leave off to but they also follow their mom's orders like it's gospel so they never venture too far except for one time they try to hunt a small boar to bring back to LG. Obv shit goes awry, girl twin gets a head injury from protecting her brother which leaves a scar n boy twin is crying in hysterics. They rush to 12 to get help n this is what leads to LG's capture.

So as for their personalities:

Girl twin: imagine coriolanus if he was raised district w just his loving mother. Will commit all types of wrong for the right thing. Let's just say if it weren't for LG being her moral compass she has potential to be worse than CS. Like her brother she inherited her mother's natural charisma n charm but she can be like her father n use it for manipulative purposes. She's fiercely protective of LG n her little siblings, v much a katniss type. Shes quiet n observant, more introverted. Unlike her parents she doesn't have much interest in pretty things, for her practicality over everything. Both LG n CS want to spoil her w pretty gowns, accessories, makeup, whatever she wants but she dresses plainly (if thats possible w aunty tigris designing all her clothes) most of the time. It doesn't hide her beauty, she's gorgeous the same way her father is.

Her relationship w her father is strained. She knows he did smth to hurt her mother, she's never seen LG be so cold to anyone no matter how civil she tries to be, she's immediately weary. CS sees her scar n offers to have it removed but LG always talked abt how scars told stories n hers would tell of her bravery n love for her brother so she's offended by his offer. She hates how she can't deny her parentage LMAO she may as well have been asexually reproduced by him.

Boy twin: LG if she reincarnated in a physical copy of CS. Is ambitious about becoming a beloved singer songwriter the way CS was ambitious abt becoming president. He's a bit more sheltered bc his sister n LG babied him but he's absolutely not a doormat, hes the type to gracefully disrespect u n u wont realize until ur overthinking in the shower. However if u disrespect his family, hes not afraid to serve up a little rat poison flavored drink. He'll have ppl eating out the palm of his hands n it won't even be on purpose. He's the extroverted twin who can win anyone over. LOVES luxury. Prob the one most transformed by living in the capitol but, his sweet boy personality may or may not be a persona. He sees w rose tinted glasses more than his sister so he ADORES his father at first meeting. The concept of a father is new to him n he's only his father's son, he loves having new fancy things.

3rd baby: 3rd girl is not exactly planned but not unplanned either. She's born in the capitol. Twin girl's current favorite sibling bc it's a baby n a girl. Also twin boy's current favorite sibling bc shiny new baby. LG's biggest baby so far. CS gets to name her bc LG got to name the first 2 (like she had a choice after being hunted down by him 🤡) who have covey names. He'll give her a v capitol name, had she been a boy she would've been Crassus. Haven't thought further abt her personality, for now she's just a baby.

X number of siblings in between: N/A for now

Final baby: takes after LG the most. Brown eyes, brown hair. Everybody's favorite, everybody's baby. They'd all individually burn down the capitol themselves for the final baby.

#ask #*cracks knuckles*#just to piss coryo off the twins call lucy gray Ma #the eldest daughter to coryo: “deadbeat- i mean dad”#its almost 5 am n ill prob have more to say in the future

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Ophelia lived alone in the woods where no one paid her any mind. Camelot was a pretty big kingdom so no one ever thought about anyone living outside of it.

She lived her life peacefully in her small cottage and her garden, only going out twice a week to sell her herbs and plants to the people in the kingdom and going to the market for supplies.

That was until she earned the curiosity of a certain blond prince.

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Tedros laid on his bed staring up the ceiling. His mind was racing with thoughts of the beautiful girl he met at the market. He doesn't get it. He's only seen her once but he couldn't help but want to talk to her again.

His eyes wandered to the small plant that rested on his bedside table. Then a thought suddenly hit him, 'I never got her name!'

Within a moment of decision he took the arrows from his bow and leapt out the window. Catching himself with one of the arrows. 'This is absolutely stupid..! Why am I even doing this? I've only met her once,' these were the thoughts running through his head while he climbed down the side of the castle.

Without even realizing it, he was already at the bottom of the tower. He took off towards the busy market to find the small stand. The market was brightly lit by the lamps on the stalls. The crowd was still bustling in the market.

'She's probably still there!' Tedros thought hopefully. That hope quickly diminished when he arrived at the small stall seeing it dim, completely without a person in sight. He looked around hoping to see her but to no avail.

Tedros looked at the stalls nearby and started his small investigation. He approached a stall that sold dry fruits. "Excuse me, Miss?" He called out to the elderly woman.

"Yes–", the woman gasped at the sight of the blond prince. "Prince Tedros..! Good evening your Majesty!" the old woman greeted with a bow.

"Huh?" Tedros was confused until he found the problem. Earlier when he went with the knights he wore a disguise so people wouldn't recognize him but now he was in his normal clothing and without a cloak. 'Great...' he grumbled to himself.

"I would like to ask a question," Tedros dismissed his current predicament. "Ask anything, your Majesty!"

"Do you know the girl that sells plants here?" Tedros asked.

"That girl? Oh of course! She's quite famous around here but no one knows her name. All we know is that she only comes to the town two separate days a week. Why? Is there something that she did?" The old woman worried.

"Oh not any of the sorts. I only wanted to know her name," he reassured.

"I'm terribly sorry but you're going to have to ask that to her. I'm afraid no one in this town knows her name."

Tedros sighed at the information. "Thank you very much, ma'am!" He thanked her anyway before making his way back to the palace. Using the same way he got down.

When he climbed back up, the door to his room suddenly opened. "Tedros–" the voice of his father startled him. He ended up knocking back on his bedside table which resulted in the potted snake plant to wobble.

Time seemed to slow down as he watched the plant fall to the ground. But before it could hit the ground, Tedros caught it just in time.

"Father!" He replied shocked.

"Tedros, I wanted to talk with you. Ever since coming back from the market you've been acting strange." King Arthur approached his son with concern.

"Strange? What do you mean? I am perfectly fine, father!" Tedros tried to shrug off his father's allegations.

"Tedros. You're holding that plant like your life depended on it." His father gave him a blank stare. As if stating the obvious.

"Huh? Oh..! This thing? It's nothing!" Tedros tried to deny it but his hands only held the plant tighter.

"This is not helping your case at all, son." Arthur stared at the plant while talking. He knows why his son's been acting weird. The sweaty palms, the acting suspiciously, holding on to the plant as if he let go it'd be gone in seconds.

"Now tell me, who's the girl?" Arthur asked his son.

"Girl? What girl? I don't know any girl..." Tedros tried to deny.

"Son, I know your mother left me but I'm not dumb."

Tedros sighed and approached his bed. "Fine. I met this girl at the market when I was with the knights and she sold me this plant. For the first time in my life I knew the difference between pretty and beautiful and she's both."

"What's her name?" Arthur asked his son. His love may not have ended well but he doesn't want that to stop his son from finding someone.

"That's the thing, I didn't get to ask her. And I went back earlier but she wasn't there. I asked the stall that was near hers but they said no one knew her name." Tedros uttered.

"Well that's a predicament. How about I help you search for her? I'm pretty sure we'd be able to find her," Arthur suggested.

Tedros just sighed for probably the hundredth time that day. "It's fine, father. I'm going to be leaving for The School for Good tomorrow anyway, I'll probably forget about her when I finally find my true love there."

Arthur dropped the topic. "Well if you say so. I also wanted to remind you that dinner will be served in a bit. I came here to spend as much time as possible before you go."

And with that the two headed to the royal dining room and never spoke about the mysterious plant girl again.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Back in the woods, Ophelia was cooking dinner for herself. It was quiet besides the sounds of the fire crackle from her stove. Heinz stayed for the night which was a rare event.

When her food was ready, Ophelia transferred it to a plate. Eating quietly she began to ponder if she'll always live alone in the woods for the rest of her life. Thoughts swirled through her mind of all the things she could do in her future.

'I could set up a flower shop in town when I'm finally old enough. The knights will probably stop going after me when I'm finally eighteen–'

Her thoughts were interrupted by something slipping under her door. She approached it to see a letter. Ophelia was confused. No one knew she lived here, so how could they send a letter?

She turned over the letter to see her name written in fancy cursive with the insignia of two swans under it. One swan was black while the other was white, under the swans were initials.

"S.G.E? But how?" Ophelia asked herself. "I'm not a princess nor do I come from an influential family," she was tempted to open it. She put it down on the kitchen counter before she went back to eat.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

When Ophelia finished putting away her dishes, her eyes drifted to the letter. Her curiosity got the best of her so she opened it. There was no note inside, only a piece of paper. It was a Flowerground Pass.

"Flowerground? Guess now I know what to do tomorrow. It could be a good change of pace, right Heinz?" she looked towards the sleeping cat in his small bed. "Plus if I ever become a sidekick to someone, the knights will probably get off my back."

With that thought, her decision was final. She found an old crate in the cottage and began packing her necessities. At some point during her packing, Heinz woke up and approached her. Heinz rubbed his fluffy head against her leg.

"You wanna come with me, Heinz?" Ophelia asked the cat who meowed back as if to say 'yes'. She smiled at him and scooped him up in her arms. It was already late and she was done with packing anyway.

She turned off the lights and retired to her room. Tomorrow would be fun.

That night, Ophelia slept with a smile on her face awaiting what was to come the next day.

A/N: This is just a filler chapter but this will be the last prologue chapter. I know Arthur died but let's pretend that he's alive. Hope you liked this chapter :) !! Not proofread !!

#prxtzel fics🎀#sge #tedros x reader #tedros pendragon #school for good and evil #school for good and evil x reader #tedros of camelot #female reader #x reader

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francesminos-tt · 5 months

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Do you think you can do one like the movie pride and prejudice? With Daeron being Mr. Darcy and Joff being Lizzie? I'd love you forever and ever if you could! If you want that's fine too! ABO!

I made a small summary of some things if you want something more explained, but I love your ideas so you can and should write whatever you want, the things I wrote are not a requirement.

Viserys is not king, but is considered an important Lord in Westeros society. Rhaenyra marries Harwin Strong, a man far below Nyra's social standing and this is outrageous and shameful for Alicent. Viserys dies (and you know, at that time women had no right to any inheritance) and obviously all his riches would go to Aegon (if it weren't for the fact that Aegon is running away at the exact moment he receives the news, he doesn't want to be Lord but to party and fuck as much as he can) Now all the properties are being looked after and maintained by Aemond. So as expected, Aemond urgently needs to marry some rich and well-educated noblewoman. Alicent has her favorite options - baratheon girls -, but Aemond denies. Aemond insists on leaving Kings Landing to try and find his wife and Alicent sends Daeron with him on this mission because she knows her third son has some shared thoughts with her.

Rhaenyra discovers that her brothers are in town and like the intelligent woman she is, sends her three oldest children to the grand ball that will feature all the single Omegas and Betas. Rhaenyra OBVIOUSLY doesn't regret marrying Harwin but she wants her children to have a good future, wants them to have a good life.

Jace is the oldest, most responsible and most mature. Rhaenyra considers Jace to be the ideal choice for this marriage.

Luke is sweet, smart and kind but Rhaenyra still remembers when Aemond lost his eye and looked at the boy with nothing but hatred.

Joffrey is a smart and cheeky omega and wants to have a broader life than just dedicating himself to marriage. He hates Aemond, but he hates snobbish Daeron even more.

To be honest, Joffrey is more Lydia to me than Lizzie, but I managed to adapt the plot according to their dynamics. Here is the result. I tried to write their first meeting. Daeron may seem snobbish, but in fact he’s just trying to flirt with Joff (and failed epically). I think Joff hates him more and more until Daeron goes to propose to him, which sends Joff into total shock and he refuses Daeron. You can imagine the rest🤣

“I think I should burn a hole in my dress, so that mother cannot force me to go to the ball with my boobs exposed.” Joffrey said, sprawling on the bed in his underclothes. The room was pleasantly warm, even in the early spring chill, as the lazy afternoon sun shone through the window. Joffrey would rather spend his day hiking in the sun, than preparing his outfit for the stupid ball.

“Stop using words so vulgar.” Jacaerys scolded, but only half-heartedly, “Where did you learn it from anyway?”

“The lads in the market.” Joffrey replied, flipping over to lie on his stomach and watching his brothers ironing their respective dress, a simple light green one with embroidered bodice for Jace, and a sea blue one lined with intricate lace for Luke. The dresses were not extravagant, but beautiful and well-maintained, a gift from their mother to celebrate their presentation.

“You are an omega now, Joff.” Jace said, sounding very much like their father Harwin, “You shouldn't spend too much time with them.”

“Why not?” Joffrey scoffed, blowing a strand of curls from his face, “I am still me. My omega status doesn't change anything.”

“Joff.” Jace sighed, looking up from his work, “You know what I mean. Mother will not be pleased to learn you hang out with lads from the market. You have duties to fulfill-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to sell myself to some rich alpha like a whore, right? Being myself only destroys my price.” Joffrey mocked, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

“Do you really think mother will sell you like a piece of meat on the marriage market?” Lucerys chimed in before Jace could scold their younger brother more, “Answer me, Joff. Do you not trust mother to want the best for us?”

Joffrey bit his lower lip. He loved his mother. Rhaenyra might not be considered a conventional good mother, running away with her lover and cutting off all the ties to her family, but she was the best mother Joffrey could ever wish for. She cared for her children. That was part of the reason why she remarried Daemon after Harwin had sadly passed away, because with her husband’s inheritance snatched away by her brother-in-law, Rhaenyra had no means to support her three sons on her own. She had suffered so much just trying to give her children a decent life. It was no surprise that she wanted to secure the best marriage deal for her three omega sons. Joffrey knew for a fact that Rhaenyra would never force him to marry. She was merely providing the brothers a chance to broaden their views so that they could make wiser choices in the future.

“Sorry, Luke,” Joffrey sagged, his thick brows turning downwards like a sad puppy, “and Jace. I shouldn't have let my frustration out on you and mother. I know you only mean good for me.”

“It’s ok, Joff.” Jace put down his dress and came to sit on the bed, “Come here.”

Joffrey placed his head on Jace’s lap as if he was still a little boy, innocent, young, and ignorant of the cruelty the world had to offer. Jace brushed Joffrey’s wild curls with his fingers, gently untangling the knots one by one. Joffrey’s hair was just like him, wild and unruly, but could be tamed with patience.

“I don't want you to change, omega or not.” Jace told him, “You are charming just as you are. If you decide to marry, your future husband should love and respect who you really are, not some obedient omega you pretend to be.”

“I don't think anyone will love an omega who says boobs all the time.” Joffrey joked, “But hey, no worries! I don't want to marry anyway. I can be an old maid and look after you and Luke’s children.”

“You never know until you meet someone.” Lucerys joined them too, squeezing himself on the bed and giving Joffrey’s butt a playful slap, “I wouldn't say no to a cute ass like that.”

“Luke!” Jace sighed heavily, “Stop encouraging him! Did you learn the words from the market lads as well?”

“I don't know.” Lucerys laughed, flipping his lush hair sassily, “Maybe it’s Joff’s bad influence.”

“God help me.” Jace murmured, but his voice was drowned out by the hysterical laughter of his two younger brothers.

The ball was boring. It was no surprise, for Joffrey never had the interest or the patience to exchange pleasantries and gossips with other omegas. Balls were boring. Boring Balls. It actually rhymed, which made Joffrey chuckle to himself as he settled down on an armchair and watched his brothers dancing. Jace and Luke looked ravishing with their respective dresses, each piece bringing out the best of their features. Jace’s long legs and slender figure, Luke’s beautiful eyes and plump body, like two shining stars among the sea of dancers.

Joffrey saw himself as undesirable compared to his brothers. He was too tall for an omega, his skin too tanned, his brows too thick, and he always made sure to hide his plump chest under the humble clothes he chose to wear. Today, he was wearing one of his mother’s old dresses, a black one with golden embroideries on the collar and waist. The dress had a low cut originally, aimed to showing off one’s cleavage, but Joffrey had it altered, putting some sheer black laces on the chest area to hide the only charm point of his body, his full breast.

A song ended, and the dancers all retired from the floor to catch their breaths and have a little drink. Lucerys glided gracefully to Joffrey, smiling at everyone who waved their hands at him but never stopping for anyone.

“Where is Jace?” Lucerys asked, taking a glass of wine from Joffrey.

“Too busy flirting with Mr. Stark.” Joffrey tilted his chin to the corner of the ball room, where Jace was having an animated chat with a man in soldier uniform almost a header taller than him.

“I danced with him for a song.” Lucerys said, looking in the direction of Joffrey’s faze, “Mr. Stark is very pleasant.”

“I doubt it.” Joffrey was skeptical about all alphas’ characters, “He’s an army man. It is a miracle that he actually knows how to dance.”

“Papa Harwin was an army man, too.” Lucerys chuckled. He knew Joffrey didn’t really mean it. His little brother was just very protective of Jace.

Joffrey shrugged, taking a sip of his wine. This was his third glass, the alcohol making his cheeks pink and his head pleasantly buzzed.

“I am sure Jace is having a good time with Mr. Stark, but I can’t say the same about you, Joff.” Lucerys changed the subject of the conversation, “You haven’t danced tonight. No one takes your fancy?”

“You know I don’t like alphas, especially the snobbish ones.” Joffrey scrunched his nose in disgust, “They think we are all gold diggers who want their fortune. I can’t stand someone treating me like some kind of a prize.”

“You are not going to find a partner if you keep drinking wine alone.” Lucerys shook his head, reaching out to wipe off a drop of sweat on Joffrey’s nose, “I am not forcing you to socialize, but sometimes you cannot judge one’s true nature only by their looks.”

Just when Joffrey was about to retort, the room went silent as two newcomers joined the crowd. Joffrey could hear some omegas, even betas, gasping at the two alphas who had just entered the room. At first look, Joffrey had to admit that those alphas were indeed eye-catching. They were both tall, clad in the finest clothes Joffrey had ever seen, the silky fabric of their clothes and the gems on their rings and belts showing off their fortune. Joffrey could tell that they must be related, because they both had silver hair and purple eyes, one of them with long, smooth hair that pulled back into a low ponytail, while the other kept his curls short and fluffy. Normally, Joffrey was a hard man to impress, but he found he couldn’t take his eyes off the newcomers now. His alcohol-infused mind had a hard time processing the fact that his two uncles from that side of the family showed up at the same ball that he and his brothers attended.

“Luke,” Joffrey turned to Lucerys abruptly, “let’s go.”

Joffrey’s first instinct was to take Lucerys as far away as possible from uncle Aemond. It was a logical reaction, for Lucerys and Aemond had a strained history, to put it lightly. Aemond had drawn the most attention from the crowd since his arrival, partly because he was rich, tall, mysterious and handsome, but another reason was undoubtedly, his eye-patch. A leather eye patch covered Aemond’s left eye, but unable to hide the twisted scar underneath completely. The eye-patch gave Aemond a somewhat dangerous vibe, but Joffrey knew the danger was real.

“Go where?” Lucerys said a bit nervously, wiping his hand on his dress, “We can’t flee, Joff.”

“Why not? Let’s get out of here before they see us.” Joffrey grabbed Lucerys’s wrist and tried to drag his brother away, but his back hit a warm body before he could take a step.

“I am afraid it’s too late, nephew.” A soft voice came from behind as a warm hand placed on Joffrey’s waist to keep the omega from stumbling, “We have already seen you, haven’t we, brother?”

Daeron smiled at his one-eyed brother, but Aemond didn’t reply, keeping his gaze on Lucerys the entire time. Lucerys swallowed, but held Aemond’s intense gaze bravely.

“Uncles, what a coincidence.” Lucerys said, his voice quivering a little.

“Nephew.” Aemond’s lips curled up dangerously, “It is a pleasure seeing you here. Will you honor me to a dance?”

Unlike Lucerys, Aemond didn’t address them both, choosing to address Lucerys alone instead. He bowed slightly and offered his hand to Lucerys. Joffrey could taste the jealousy in the air, the sweet scent of surrounding omegas turning pungent. It baffled Joffrey that why would Aemond invite the boy who had taken his eye to a dance, but to his surprise, Lucerys actually said yes.

“Of course, uncle.” Lucerys took a big inhale to steady himself before placing his hand in Aemond’s inviting palm. They headed to the floor and began to dance to the upbeat rhythm. Joffrey knew Lucerys was a good dancer, but he had never expected Aemond to be one, too. Aemond’s moves were graceful and precise. He swung Lucerys in his arms with incredible ease, not even a single strand hair out of place.

“They make a lovely couple, don’t they?” Daeron’s voice almost jolted Joffrey out of his skin. The omega had completely forgotten about his other uncle. Daeron had come so close at some point that Joffrey could feel the heat from the alpha’s body. A unique scent of incense invaded Joffrey’s personal space, causing Joffrey’s head to spin.

“They are no couple.” Joffrey bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from being carried away by Daeron’s alluring scent, “Why do you say that? Lucerys is just being polite.”

“Is he? Well, my brother certainly isn’t.” Daeron replied as he offered Joffrey a fresh glass of wine, “Wine? I see you have already finished yours.”

“No, thank you. I can get my own wine.” Joffrey said defensively.

“I just want to have a chat with you, nephew.” Daeron raised an eyebrow, his hand still reaching out, “I didn’t mean to insult you or anything. No need to be so offended.”

Joffrey knew he might have acted too defensively, so he took the glass from Daeron and murmured a quiet thank you to the alpha.

“We haven’t met for so long, nephew.” Daeron said, sipping his own drink, “Last time we met was like, almost ten years ago. I never expect you to present as an omega.”

“What do you mean, uncle?” Joffrey frowned, but he didn’t lash out, “I apologize if I am not coy enough to be an omega.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I am sure you are a very pleasant omega. I just need some time to process this wonderful surprise.” Daeron smiled, seemingly unaffected by Joffrey’s sarcastic words, “You were so…wild, as a boy. I always thought you would present as an alpha, or at least, a beta.”

Joffrey didn’t like Daeron’s attitude, at all. The way Daeron talked about his omega status made his skin prickle with frustration and anger. Daeron seemed to have no respect for omegas, as if they were somewhat inferior creatures. It was a common thought shared by most alphas, seeing omegas as weak, emotional, and had to depend on alphas to live. That was why Joffrey hated to interact with alphas. He might be an omega, but he was a person at first. He had his own thoughts and aspirations. He didn’t need an alpha to tell him what to do.

“I am satisfied with my status, uncle.” Joffrey said coldly.

“Really? Are you here today to socialize with other alphas? Have you found anyone to your liking so far?” Daeron looked around the room, “Is that Jacaerys? Who is the soldier he’s talking to? Are they engaged?”

Joffrey wanted to say none of your business, but that would be too rude. He didn’t mind to be rude, but he didn’t want Daeron to look down upon him more than the alpha already had.

“No. Mr. Stark is just a good friend.” So far, Joffrey added silently.

“Oh, I’ve known the Starks. They are from the North.” Daeron said dismissingly, “I imagine he will be blown by the social scene here in King’s Landing. I’ve heard that winters in the North are so harsh that people cannot stay outside for more than a few minutes. I presume there aren’t many social events to be held in that weather.”

“They can find a way to enjoy themselves, I am sure.” Joffrey said, taking a sip from wine Daeron had handed him before. He wasn’t planning to drink more, but Daeron’s attitude just antagonized him so much that he needed alcohol to hold himself together.

“The Starks don’t have much of a fortune. I’ve heard that their estate only provides a small income each year.” Daeron continued, “I think Jacaerys can do better.”

“If my brother gets married, he’s marrying for love and mutual respect, not yearly income.” Joffrey put the wine glass down on the small table next to him with a loud bang, “You seem to think a large fortune is the only thing that attracts omegas, but let me tell you that you are wrong.”

“Did I say something that offends you, Joff?” Daeron sounded genuinely surprised, the bastard, “If I did, I am terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”

“You’ve said enough, uncle.” Joffrey said with gritted teeth, “You and your family have already taken what should belong to my mother. I suggest you find someone else who is actually interested in your stolen fortune, because I definitely am not.”

Joffrey turned to leave. He was so furious that if he didn’t leave now, he would punch Daeron in the face. He didn’t even have time to look for his brothers before he stepped into the bitter cold of the night.

Joffrey hated alphas, and he hated Daeron the most.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #lucemond #abo dynamics #aemond x lucerys #jacegan

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rise-my-angel · 4 months

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I'm very ship and let ship but a lot of ASOIAF shippers, especially r/l shippers just come across totally tapped in the head lol. I don't deny that Lyanna went 'willingly' with Rhaegar but....that....still doesn't make their relationship a good thing? lol. Like her being 'willing' can mean different things in the context of the story and what exactly the motivations were. We literally know next to nothing about their motivations and beliefs.

If GRRM wanted to sell a uncomplicated, 'morally pure' lmao romance, he simply would not have written Rhaegar to have a wife and two children. Like, WHY do you think he made that narrative choice? It was a very, very blatant plot choice lmao. A character literally named after said wife is currently on her way with Arianne Martell to meet said wife's presumed son with Rhaegar and will play an important part in the endgame. Like, I need shippers to ask themselves WHY GRRM would make those writing choices lmao.

I also need them to ask WHY did GRRM feel the need to have Lyanna's brother, Ned, literally have to kill Arthur Dayne, Rhaegar's BFF, and two other KG's loyal only to Rhaegar in order to get to her? Doesn't that raise red flags? like hello? lmao. I also love how they make a big to-do over Lyanna holding the blue roses in her hands. The same blue roses that are described as dead and Ned, when he takes a closer look at them sees the thorns hidden underneath the petals? lmaooo. HELLO? LMAO.

Look, I think GRRM has very weird and problematic ideas when it comes to consent and underage girls in relationships with older men, so I'm not holding my breathe for any lack of romanticization here, but like come on lmao.

I will respectfully disagree on her going willingly, because I don't at all think she did.

But there is so much wrong with what happened. Lyanna was dying in a bed of her own blood. The blue roses were not romantic, they are almost acting as a smokescreen. Winter roses are something Lyanna likes, so give it to her, while we force her to lay dying in a bed of her own blood and not attempt bringing or getting her to help. It's to pretend everything is fine when in reality Lyanna is more trapped then ever and is now afraid she is going to die alone.

The shippers have given no reasonable explanation as to why she was left dying in bed of her own blood. Why if it was love, did the Kingsguard not have orders to do everything they could to save her. Why was she to be so kept hidden in that tower that not even her brother could see her when she was about to die, if she was there willingly. Why if she was willing did she desperately scream "Eddard-" that it could be heard all the way on the ground outside.

Why would her not wanting to marry Robert, make her want to run away from her brothers which she loves dearly and not even attempt to leave to go home when she learned Rhaegars father brutally murdered her father and eldest brother?

The truth is you will rarely see well constructed arguments that are consistent between these shippers, because they are all grasping at straws desperate to make all of this make sense. Either Lyanna wasn't willing and it ruins their love story narrative, or she was willing through all of this and the version of Lyanna they are defending is a sociopath.

They have painted the idea Lyanna was a willing participant so heavily in their mind that they engage in disagreeing opinions as if we are attacking them as people on a personal level.

They have the right to ship it, I have the right to analyze why I think Rhaegar raped her.

But I have been called crazy, stupid, dumb, retarded, and delusional for what I think are very well thought out constructed arguments against this ship on my own personal blog.

They have the right to ship it, but I have the right to hate them.

I will say though while yes, some of grrms ideas have not aged well, some of this was a result of the first 3 books being written in the 90s. Rape, consent, and discussions around the ages of consent were not looked at in the same scrutinizing manner they are today.

But it does mean we have to do our due diligence and look past orginal author intent and engage with the content in a more fair manner.

It's why I enjoy deconstructing the Rhaelya narrative. I like seeing past the stock excuse of it being a non conventional relationship and analyze what that means and the negative implications defending it are causing.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #anti rhaegar targaryen #anti rhaegar x lyanna #anti rhaegar stans #anti targaryen #anti targ stans

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daenakills · 1 year

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Just An Accident 2

Tommy shelby x Original Female Character, Alfie Solomons x Original Female character. (it also works like reader cuz she doesn't have any descriptions or name)

Warning: mentions of smut, cheating, unhappy marriage, thomas being kinda neglectful.

Sorry for making Tommy such a bad husband but it's necessary for making the story go on 💋

She was feeling so much adrenaline, she was going to be honest, this whole part of fucking a man who wasn't her wretch of a husband made her feel like she was an adventurer.

When she finished eating with the children and taking them to play she went to her room to give some food to the man with whom she had had that crazy night. Come on, she knew they were nothing, but she wasn't going to leave him without food. Imagine that you are the only one who wanted to fuck a woman and that woman doesn't give you any breakfast.

But all she found was the unmade bed and Alfie gone. She was upset that there wasn't even a letter saying goodbye to her or that he had at least made the bed.

It was already night and she didn't even notice. All day just thinking about him, she thought so much about him that she began to remember the night before.

She could hear the way the bed creaked while he fucked her.

"You like this?" he said as he touched her breast and whispered small "Yeah, you obviously fuckin' like it." It was so embarrassing but before she could feel any more embarrassed he pushed her cock so hard she felt like she had him in her stomach. This was glory.

Now she covered her mouth while she thought about it. There were so many things that she did with alcohol.

She didn't have time to think of anything else when Tommy arrived.

"Thomas, is something wrong?"

"There is going to be an important event today, I'll take the children for a moment."

She was paralyzed that he said that to her. It seemed like he didn't care if she didn't want to.

"And me? I won't go?"

"No, I already have a companion to that event"

"I'm your fucking wife Thomas."

"And? Nobody is denying you or asking for proof that you are my wife."

"You're a motherfucker, you know?" She said yelling at him. "I won't let you take my children"

"They are my children too, so much so that you complain that I don't take them for a walk among other things, well, here is your opportunity to let me take a walk with them for a while."

"You know that's not the problem, Thomas Shelby. The problem is that you're bringing another woman to take my place." She screamed.

"Come on, you know lately things aren't the same between us so why the fuck do you care? Literally the whole world knows you're my wife. This is my last word." he yelled.

And when he least expected it she was there trying to make him stop taking them. She obviously didn't make it.

She tried to cry but then she thought better of it. One crying and the other at a party dancing, how ironic. She felt pathetic as always. All she could do was go to bed.

Being there she began to think back to the night before, how Alfie touched her, and how much she wanted to repeat that experience one more time.

It was morning, when she was going down the stairs and reaching the dining room he was surprised when he saw Thomas and the children eating and laughing together.

"My love, what are you laughing at? I hope you don't have too much fun without Mommy." she said to her son.

"Yesterday we met dad's friend."

"Really? I hope you had fun together." She decided to sit down and eat, she knew they were talking but she ignored them. For the first time in her life, she didn't care what they said.

And just as she had predicted, Thomas was slowly making that woman replace her. She tried to avoid it of course, she even ran away with the children once.

Always failed attempts. But what made her stop trying was what her daughter had said to her father while she thought she wasn't listening.

"I really like her, in fact I like her a little better than mom. Mommy lately only complains and tries to separate us from you and your friend, daddy."

"But you won't let her, will you?" Thomas said as he caressed his daughter's face.

"Nope, she'll have to accept it"

She had broken his heart, her own daughter liked that woman better. Then she began to realize that Thomas intentionally left the doors open so that she could hear how her children talked about her, what broke the camel's back was when she heard her son say that he didn't like her, and that she was boring.

But obviously, Thomas's lover was the perfect woman for them.

She gave up.

It had already been 6 weeks since those things. She had only been in charge of cleaning, despite the fact that her employees told her not to do it, she needed a catharsis.

That day, while she was cleaning, Thomas spoke to her.

“Hi" he said.

"Hi"

"I came to tell you that I am going to a meeting today and I was planning for you to come with me"

"Pardon?" she said stunned by the proposal.

"I was saying it in case you wanted to talk to your friends and stuff. If you don't want to, I can do that-"

He didn't finish speaking and she had already interrupted him saying that she could go. It was already night, she had spent the whole day waiting for the moment in which she would finally get out of her prison.

"Are you ready? They already came looking for us" She nodded, as she walked.

When she arrived at the meeting, she realized that it was not just a meeting, but a party.

"You didn't tell me we were coming to a party"

"You didn't ask me"

They had entered the site and within a minute they already had a man talking to Tommy. She hadn't seen him before. There were a lot of people she didn't know.

The one she did know was the man she approached after.

“Hi, mate. And who's this beautiful young lady?” She was surprised that he didn't recognize her, was she forgettable?

"She's my wife."

"Ah" He kept looking at her and in the moment she realized that he did remember her. She could only tell that he was smirking and that probably he would use that information later. Thomas talked to him about some things but she didn't pay much attention.

In fact, Thomas moved her a little away from where they were so she wouldn't listen. She remembered when she trusted her husband and her husband trusted her.

But that was before.

When they finished talking she saw Thomas start a conversation with a woman, he didn't even wonder who she was anymore.

What took her gaze from Thomas's from her was seeing Mr. Solomons approaching her.

"You're so miserable" He said as he approached, not saying a hello or anything. "It saddens me, mate"

"Could we talk somewhere a little more...private?" She began to take him to a place where there were almost no people to talk to.

"Look, the thing between both of us... it was a little accident that I know we can both keep up with, right?"

"Fuckin' unbelievable you are.” he said smiling mischievously.

#smut #no use of y/n #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x female reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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romerona · 11 months

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War of Hearts

⤑ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

Selene Maltheon never thought of herself to be a puppet, she thought she'll live her life free and happy, there was no denying that she was a big dreamer and hopelessly naive. Selene thought she'll grow up to live one of those happily ever after lives like the ones from the books she reads so much... however, the inevitable happened, she grew up and came to the realization she was yet just another pawn in the big game.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Oc // Aemond Targaryen x Oc.

A/N: A bit of an AU. Rhaenyra and her sons are still in Kingslanding but they (The greens and The blacks) still hate each other. And some other changes.

[BORN A MAN]

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Her vision was blurry.

Selene felt as if air was missing from her chest. With each step she takes closer to her chambers her heart beats faster, her breath quickening trying to catch the air that escape her. There were few black dots cloudening her sight.

What in the seven hells was going on?

Selene put speed in her already swift pace, she was practically dashing across the halls of red keep, ignoring everything and everyone around her. She is desperately trying to get back to her chambers for the stinging behind her eyes was getting harder to dismiss and the only thing that is keeping her grounded is the pain in her cheek and the bitter feeling in her chest.

A shaky sigh of relief passes her mouth when Selene finally recognizes the wooden door of her chamber, she all but ran into her room, locking the door behind her. However, not even in the comfort of her chamber and her own solitude did her heart slow down like she expect it would, her breath was still shallow and quick, and her hands were now shaking...

Selene leaned against the door for support, aware that her legs could give up on her any minute now, she places her hands on her knees as she begins to feel light-headed again. Selene took a deep shallow breath, though, instead of air, a sense of impediment doom and humiliation filled her chest.

She's struggling to believe her own father did that to her. Alexios was a man with a calculated temper, Selene has always known that but to display such an act of violence against her was unexpected to Selene. She was aware her words were imprudent but she had all the right to be as such because she is now-- the overwhelming feelings of dread, anxiety and fear all just crash into her.

Selene is now betrothed. She was to be married away, just like that.

The thought was a sobering one. It was as if someone poured freezing water from the wells of the north over her. Selene straighten up as she felt her soul return to her body in a flash and all those emotions Selene was previously feeling broke apart and reconstructed into boiling anger and cold betrayal.

How dare he? How dare her father take her choice away? To rob her of it? Why does life have to be so unfair? Why does she have to suffer this? Why must she be a pawn for men in their game for idle power? And why must she comply with it? For the future of her house? For a status she doesn't want? To please her father to keep him from yet another angry aburst? It was unfair, so so so unfair.

Selene emotions are so overwhelming that she cannot contain them, and they are coming out violently in the form of destruction, she is smashing things, breaking things, and throwing things around her impulsively and with no consideration for the consequences, but she didn't care, all she could be mindful of is the rage and hurt cursing through her.

Breathing heavily, Selene finally settles in her bed, she sits down glancing about her chambers at the chaos she created. Her breathing was now ragged, and shaky, Selene held her breath for a moment before a sob broke out of her, all coming crashing down. The ever-so-rejected tears escaped her eyes because she is aware that no matter how enraged she is, no matter how much she complains and screams and breaks things, she ultimately must obey.

She continues to lay in bed for the rest of the day, and well into the night, crying, crying, and crying. She wanted to scream, she just wanted the pain to go away. But the pain wouldn't go away, she could feel it in her chest like a heavyweight.

Selene didn't realize she had fallen asleep until the sound of her chamber door opening and a following gasp awoke her from her slumber.

"My lady what....?"

The voice, Selene recognize, belonged to one of her maids, Veronica, she and another young girl named Dyana have been by her side since she arrived at Kingslanding. They were sweet girls and around her age, Dyana being a bit younger while Veronica was slightly older. They weren't ladies in waiting for they had no noble blood, however, the girls were appointed to serve Selene, despite this, after a few weeks of her residing in Red Keep they become more like friends rather than service to Selene. It wouldn't be the first time she has made friends with the maids, back home she consider half the servers friends, and her father usually scolds her for treating them as her equal but Selene-- at the thought of her father, her mind snaps out of its sleep induce haze to reality.

"My lady!" Veronica rushes forwards to Selene while Dyana closes the wooden door. Veronica takes hold of her arm and with urgency asks. "My lady, are you all right? Has anything happened? Were you attacked?"

Selene looks up at Dyana and Veronica, her eyes must be red from the tears she had shed the night before. She tries to fake a small smile to make it seem as if she isn't in pain, but it comes out more like a sneer than a smile.

Dyana stands next to Veronica, looking worriedly at her. "Shall I call the Maesters?"

"No, it's... it's quite all right, Dyana," Selene whispers, rubbing her eyes with one arm. She was exhausted and she must look like it.

"But my lady-"

Selene sighs, sitting up she glances at Veronica's worried expression, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Do not fret, Veronica. I wasn't attacked."

Veronica and Dyana shared an unsure look but nodded in acceptance nonetheless.

"Is it time for breakfast already?" Selene says, her voice sounding like it's struggling to hide her sadness.

"It is, my lady," Veronica replied, giving a quick look to Dyana making the younger girl busied herself with making Selene a bath. "Come, let me help you out of your garments."

Selene let herself be gently pulled from her warm bed when all she wanted to do was melt into it and pretend her life was her own. "I fear I do not have an appetite today."

"But my lady you must eat, even if it's only a few bites to keep you healthy," Veronica's voice was soft and full of sympathy.

"I do not wish to be healthy," Selene mumbled as she was led over to the dresser with very little energy.

Veronica swiftly but with soft hands, begins to undress Selene from the same dress, the maid herself, had put on the day before. "Do not say that, my lady, health is the most important thing in life," Veronica quickly and efficiently removes her dress and undergarments. "And to wish otherwise is blasphemy, health is a gift not all of us have, my lady."

Selene closes her eyes, whether in shame of her own words or exasperation at being misunderstood, she doesn't know, all she knows is that she wants to cry again.

"The bath is ready, my lady," Announces Dyana just as Veronica finishes getting Selene undressed. "I added extra rose essence, I know you enjoy the smell of it."

"Come now, let us get you clean and fresh. Be careful of the glass on the floor, my lady, we'll come by later to clean it up," Veronica told her as she guides Selene to the bath.

Selene was surprised by the show of kindness from the maids. She lets out a small sigh and whispers "Thank you, Dyana." She opens her eyes still red, and even a few more tears started to flow as she spoke. Still attempting to hide her sadness, she looked down at the floor, not wanting the other girls to see that she was crying. "You both are very kind to me."

"What happened, my lady?" Dyana asks as she helps Selene out of her undergarments and into the bath, the warm water was comforting for Selene.

"Dyana!" Veronica scolded the younger maid. "It is not our business,"

"It's all right, Veronica." Selene sighs, closing her eyes wishing the last 24 hours never existed. She stays quiet for a moment, not wanting to say it out loud because if she does, it would mean that she was in any way shape or form okay with it when she was not, but her thoughts about it don't matter, do they?

"Yesterday my father informed me of my betrothal..."Selene spares a glance at Veronica and Dyana, "I'm being married off." She says quietly, her voice filled with sadness.

"Oh, my lady," Veronica, places a hand on the girl's shoulder and squeezes in comfort.

Dyana sends her a compassionate look, and hesitantly asks,"Did... did he tell you who is your betrothed?"

"My father has arranged a marriage between me and Prince Aemond…" The thought of it sends another wave of sadness over her, and another few tears start to come, this time without much effort from her to hold them back. "And there is really no stopping that…" She says, her voice quivering slightly as she wraps her arms around her legs, hiding her face in her knees.

All those dreams she once thought, even if absolutely ridiculous, to be worth pursuing will become nothing for the favour of becoming a 'good wife' to give heirs and do as her husband wishes... husband, she was to have a husband now, she couldn't believe it.

"It's not fair!" Selene cried out to no one in particular.

Dyana pours water on Selene's hair, her hands softly washing it with care. "Well, I and my family have worked as a maid for the royals since I can remember, my sister tends to Princess Rhaenyra and my mother Queen Alicent, not only I've heard that Prince Aemond is rather respectful but I know it as well… " She halts her actions for a moment, she seems reluctant to continue taking but she does anyways, her voice quivering as she does so. "I know he is more respectful than his older brother, Prince A-Aegon."

Selene peaks at the young maid from her position. The girl sends her a quick smile but Selene could recognize the dishearting look in the maid's blue eyes. From the way Dyana spoke, it gave Selene the impression that something must have happened to her regarding the prince. Selene wasn't daft and even if she were there were way too many rumours about the prince to not have an idea of what could have happened. Selene knows that the sweet maid once was serving Princess Helaena before abruptly stopping, this insight of thoughts Dyanna was giving her was enough to know the reason behind it had to be because of Prince Aegon.

"Oh, yes, I've heard it too," Veronica pipes in, she softly takes Selene's arm to rub the grime of the previous day away. "Prince Aemond, while not very approachable, he's courteous,"

Selene lets out a faint sigh leaning against the tub, her eyes closing as she lets the warm water wash some of the stress away. For just a brief moment, the sadness in her eyes almost goes away, but the feeling of despair and longing returns to the thought of her soon-to-be husband, the third-born Targaryen Prince.

"But what if he is not a good person?" Selene stresses as she runs a hand over her hair, "Plenty of lords are courteous and more respectful than Prince Aegon but they are a far cry from being better... " She sighs once more, this time letting a few more tears run down her cheek "I am scared to be stuck with a vile man," Selene admits in a quiet tone, as a few more tears roll down her face.

Veronica and Dyana stare at Selene with unadulterated sympathy. Selene thinks she must look like a child having a fit to them, she knows being married off to a prince is not the worst that could happen in the world, most ladies would have been overjoyed had they been in her place but Selene was not one of them, being betrothed to someone she knows only by sight in exchange of something as feeble as power is not something she wishes. Veronica takes her wet hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze "The young prince is nice. I’m sure he will treat you well. And, dare I say, he is rather handsome too, despite his scars and eye patch."

Selene tries to smile as Veronica mentions that the Prince is nice and handsome, but the fact of the matter is that no matter how nice and handsome the Prince was, she was still being thrown into a marriage that she didn't want. The smile is shortlived, as a few more tears roll down her cheek.

Her voice is quiet when she speaks "Is there no way for me to stop this? Must I just accept what my father has decided knowing how I feel about being wed to some man I don't love?" She asks yet she didn't expect an answer, the despair in her voice now obvious to her maids.

The two maids share a sad look for Selene, it was obvious they pity her situation. Dyana pours water over her hair again "I’m sorry, my lady."

Selene sighs hopelessly as she looks off to the side as her maids finish cleaning her, her eyes slowly falling to the floor as her tears continue to flow. She is silent for a few moments, her thoughts filled with sadness and the feeling of lost chances and lost love. She looks up at Dyana and Veronica and tries to give a weak smile, but she knows that the two girls are saddened by the situation as her and for her.

"You both have been very kind to me," Selene says, her voice sounding a bit steadier now. "I appreciate it."

Dyana gave Selene’s shoulder a light squeeze of appreciation while Veronica smiles, she waves a dismissive hand "Oh, nonsense my lady, anyone who knows you understand how special and lovely you are."

Selene smiles again, this time a little more genuinely, although the sadness had still not fully gone from her green eyes. Her lips stay in that small smile for just a few more seconds before it fades, and anguish once again appears in her eyes.

She lets out another heavy breath. Her maid's words had helped to calm her slightly, but her heart is still full of sorrow, and it seems that nothing can wash away the hurt and heartbreak caused by her father's decisions...

It felt like a punishment for not being born a man.

Part 5????

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flowerandblood · 7 months

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I have a problem in my private life and I don't really know what to do about it. If you want, read what I wrote below and express your opinion whether I am being oversensitive and what you would do in my place.

My husband's mother is a psychotherapist who tends to analyze her family - unfortunately, because it is very unhealthy and unprofessional. On the one hand, she treats her sons (my husband and his younger brother) as geniuses (which they are), her most beloved, best boys, sometimes referring to them as if they were still five years old.

On the other hand, she convinces my husband that his devotion to church affairs comes from his problems, that he denies his need to go to a psychologist in favor of talking to a priest (bullshit).

My husband told me that she interfered a lot in his private life, with whom, where and why, to such an extent that he did not want to tell her for a long time that he was with me so that she would not bother him, he also hid my letters from her under his bed .

And finally I showed up. When I first came to their house, she welcomed me like a queen, baked me a cake, praised my beauty and intelligence, told me how much my husband and I fit together, how glad she was that we met.

It was nice until a year later when my husband proposed to me and announced that he didn't want to wait long to get married - I had no objections either, but it was his decision to hurry. My husband's mother wanted a big wedding, but I did the opposite. Then my little hell began.

When I was in my city and my husband was in my house, his mother told him that I was manipulating him, that he was making a mistake by wanting to marry me so soon (she got married early and they separated from my husband father because they couldn't be together withstand).

My husband was devastated, but he stood by me, saying that it was our wedding and our comfort was the most important. It ended with the wedding being exactly as we wanted, but my husband's mother personally organized a grand reception.

There had been tension between us since then, but it seemed to be getting better. I tried to help her, be nice to her, simply treat her as if she were my second mother (even though neither I nor my husband call our in-laws 'mom' or 'dad').

My mother treats my husband as if she just magically had a second child. She is strict and demanding, but she also always thinks about him, what he says and what he needs is important to her, she would like to see him as often as possible and is sad when he doesn't come to their place for coffee with me.

In the case of my husband's mother, I always feel like the third wheel there. When I confided in her about my fear of pregnancy and of the baby turning out sick, she then used it against me during another conversation and said - after you confided in me all your phobias, I already knew that I would never have a grandchild.

Which was like a slap in the face because that's when we started trying for a baby and it turned out that I had hormonal problems.

I told her this and she felt ashamed, but the milk had already spilled. She couldn't understand how my husband and I could not want to go everywhere together, give each other so much space, she said that I was denying things, that I was behaving like an amazon and trying to prove something to everyone.

Of course, she said all this when my husband was not around.

When he came back in the evening after a party with friends and found me in bed crying, I told him everything. That I told her that I didn't want to have an uninvited therapist, but a second mother and I was sorry that I would never be her third child in her eyes.

He said that what she was doing was because she was jealous, that she knew that I was the first in his eyes now and that she couldn't come to terms with it.

But is it my problem?

Since that conversation, she has calmed down a bit, because I told her some bitter words of truth, but I will never trust her again, I thank God that she lives so far from us. I get stressed thinking about when I have to go there (like next week, because it's a holiday in our country and there will be days off).

I just try to be nice, not to express my opinions or interfere in the discussion, but if I do something that she thinks I could do differently, she still blames me and bothers me. This is my little hell (and then she has the nerve to say she's an awesome mother-in-law).

I'm sorry, I had to share this with someone, my husband knows it very well and is trying to protect me from her, but he can't be with me 24 hours a day, and she's his mother.

We wondered if he should talk to her about it, but we're sure in her head she'll explain to herself that I manipulated him and I'm turning him against her because she's not doing anything wrong.

#just private stuff

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polyhexian · 8 months

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Btw I do feel extremely bad for eventually!Darius. I love Darius! He's a very cool character with interesting motivations and flaws! And they're all coming to a head in this one, lol.

Darius is replaying the last time he ever saw Jasper on loop, and he's reevaluating every interaction he has ever had with Hunter, and he has realized he's fucked up. Darius has realized he's been consistantly fucking up for 16 years.

Maybe he tries to defend himself to himself. Brains tend to do that. I was grieving! Okay yeah valid but no excuse for bullying a child, actually. How was I supposed to know he was Jasper's kid? Oh come on you can't say you didn't KIND OF suspect with those eyes and that face and the hair, also it shouldn't matter WHOSE kid he was you still hurt a kid. I was subconsciously upset Jasper apparently had a kid and didn't tell me. Right but this all keeps coming back to you bullying a kid. It's not like he explicitly told me to look out for the next Golden Guard! It costs 0 snails to not be mean to the child soldier.

Darius is just…facedown on his bed, groaning. He hasn't kept up with his hair or skincare routine in two days. Eberwolf is getting worried; they've dragged MULTIPLE animal carcasses into Darius's bedroom and he hasn't complained ONCE.

Raine: We're not getting Eda involved, I refuse to put her in danger.

Darius: Sure! Of course! Perfectly understandable! I'm so glad you have the opportunity to look out for your loved one! Of course if it turns out you wildly misunderstand what she wants she may never forgive you, but hey, whatever you think is best! AHAHAHAHA.

Raine: Darius are you okay.

At some point when he's on speaking terms with Alador again, it comes up.

Darius: I've horrifically betrayed the man I love. He trusted me, and I let him down, badly. Now he hates me and he's never going to forgive me and I have to see him scowl at me from across the room and call me all sorts of horrible things and the sad truth is I deserve every single one of them.

Alador, nodding: I can tell you from experience that it's an awful thing to go through, but it is possible to eventually move on.

Darius: Are you MOCKING me??

Alador: No? I'm being genuinely sympathetic and supportive.

Idk if this is a universe where Jasper and Darius would be able to work things out between themselves - the hurt runs deep, Jasper honestly thought he could at least count on the one man who befriended HIM to look out for a kid who looked like him and was stuck in the same position, and instead Darius failed at just not being MEAN to said kid. Jasper didn't even realize the bar was so low. And Darius doesn't really have much time to fix his behavior and turn things around, and Hunter's real dad is here so there's no need for Darius to become an adopted father figure, and…yeah.

Jasper's relationship with Darius is so hostile, and once Darius realizes what's up he's just miserable and resigned and apologetic even though he knows it'll fix nothing, like a dog rolling over to show its belly. It's sad and hard to watch.

But if their relationship ever DOES progress to something less than hostile, it's entirely because Hunter's willing to forgive Darius, and Jasper can't deny Hunter anything. They can maybe work their way towards cordial neutral. Romance…romance may not work out here.

…Of course, Hunter has to tackle Luz when she catches wind of the situation. She starts rambling about the Parent Trap and Friends to Enemies to Lovers and orchestrating an Only One Bed situation and he is like NOPE, BAD IDEA, THAT IS HOW PEOPLE (mostly Darius lbr) DIE.

YEAH NO IT SUCKS TO BE DARIUS IN ALL TIMELINES HDDGJIKKIFDRH

I don't think it's.... TOTALLY unsalvageable if he plays his cards right. Like on the beach he realizes that's jasper and he's ALIVE. And jasper hisses at him like. If you ever threaten my son again I will rip you limb from limb. And he poofs and I'm sure Darius is left like SON??????? SON??????

And like back at the castle he has an existential crisis in the middle of the night before like. Oh my god. I've been bullying his son. What the fuck. Son??? He had a son???? Wh. When did he do that. And suddenly he has that same interest in hunter canon Darius has but... perhaps with a little more guilt and desperation. My dude is ALREADY planning to kidnap hunter and get out of there because holy shit??? Jasper???? Alive??????? Out of my way gayboy I have amends to make

Like... Jasper loses him after hollow mind. Hunter bolted and jasper couldn't catch him. So Hunter spends nine days homeless while jasper is having a fucking panic attack. Hunter is in so much fucking immediate danger rn. There is no more fucking around in the shadows it is GO time. Maybe he hates Darius, but Darius is strong, he knows the emperor's coven and hunter, and most importantly he fucking owes him.

Jasper has MAGIC now. He has Hunter's staff! He shows up at Darius' door like GET UP SCRUBLORD YOURE GOING TO HELP ME FIND MY FUCKING SON RIGHT NOW

Ohhhh my god the drama. The two of them working together. Darius is overwhelmed with guilt and confusion. Jasper is angry and hates him. Darius keeps asking questions like "how are you alive" "why didn't you tell me you were alive" "how do you have a son" "do you like legit hate me" and jasper is just fucking ignoring him. But then!! Labyrinth runners! Darius hears over, the like-- like the fucking coven group chat or whatever, that Adrian graye has found the fucking golden guard and jasper's like AHHHHHHHHH and so they both rush over but... it all happened so fast! They're too late! But now they get the full details of the draining spell because hunter told the kids and oh my god.... oh my goodddd. Jasper is like. I have to get hunter as far away from here as humanly possible. And Darius is like you literally don't even know if that would work. And also what about everyone else??? But obviously a worked up jasper is like fuck everybody else!! Gasp. Shock. You're mad at me for bullying you're kid when you're willing to let every kids parents die?? And he's like. Gasp. How dare you

But Hunter is already gone... and jasper is ready to go look for him, but... oh no! Did you think you could beat up a coven head and not face retribution?! There is like a whole outfit of coven soldiers on the way. Like the ones with Adrian were not like combat guys. They were just here to hassle some school kids. Now the school kids have committed fucking treason. And if Darius fights then his cover will be blown! And maybe even Belos will realize he needs to look for moles higher up! If nothing jasper does works then that is the only backup plan to stop the spell and save Hunter along with everyone else!

There's only one choice. Jasper has to stay and fight off a whole army so the kids have time to escape, and Darius has to go and find hunter. And jasper is like you fucker. You go and remember how much you fucking owe me. You remember that. And then wham! Bam! Sick moves!

And we know that hunter really wants Darius's approval... he likes him a lot. At this point we kind of lose track of them for a second because Luz and king go do the Titan trapper stuff, and then they go to the knee to hide out, then they get captured and Darius and co saves them and then the next we see hunter he shows up to say Darius told him to protect Luz so... I guess he's been staying with him? It's a little unclear. But ALSO.... where were Gus and Willow and hunter hiding??? How did they run into Darius and the CATTs?

Maybe they ALSO needed a rescue mission... maybe while fleeing from the school they got captured by a unit too, and Darius swung in and rescued them and brought them to the safehouse BUT also he got a really serious injury like stabbed or something, he's not like dying yet but OWWWWW... and no one in their crew knows healing magic!!!! He gets patched up but.... and you know. He's fretting over hunter. He's been homeless for nine days. He's hungry. He's malnourished. He's upset. Time for Darius to go dad mode for the first time but ALSO hes injured and he gets to finally have a big "I am so sorry Hunter that I let myself drown in my grief and turn into a person I never wanted to be and I'm sorry you were on the receiving end of that, and you might never forgive me but I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you safe now" and it's all very FEELINGS!!!!!!

But where is jasperrrrr???? Poor motherfucker has lost his kid AGAIN... and the thing is that from the time eda and Luz get rescued, it's only 24 hours until the draining spell!! Jasper does not fucking have a lot of time! He searches and searches but THEN.... THE SPELL... AND HUNTER IS UP THERE.... oh maybe he rescues Alador after the kids leave and he tells him they went up to the coven heads and he gets there and Darius says they went to go save Luz... and that's when he finally pops in just in time to protect the kids from a big dramatic Belos attack. And then of course he loses an arm and nearly dies and spends a week in a fever coma lol

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dododan · 1 year

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"The words we are afraid to say"

A short story related to Rottmnt recently popped into my head. As you can see it is a short scene between Splinter and Big Mama.

"There are a lot of questions swirling around in Splinter's head, and most of them involve Big Mama. The questions arose after he found out that she was the one who helped his boys find him. He didn't understand why she did it. He hoped that after all these years the woman would answer at least that one question for him."

The voices from the television resonated. They echoed through the abandoned metro station, which had been taken over a few days ago by four turtles and a certain rat. The faint light of the television illuminated the room. Splinter looked at his sleeping sons. His boys were buried between the pillows and blankets they had taken from their old home. Tired, but safe. This scene filled him with relief. There were times when he thought they would not make it through the fight. But they made it through. Together.

Splinter found it hard to get used to the new place as much as his sons. Few things from their old home had survived. Only it wasn't that important. They may have lost their hiding place, but it was just a place. He couldn't deny that they had spent a lot of nice times there, and he felt regret despite everything. His boys, at such a young age, had to face a terrifying monster that almost took their lives - the Shredder. Only because when he was young, Yoshi was too arrogant and filled with regret to at least listen to what his grandfather had to say. Maybe if only he had been smarter....

He just couldn't change the past. He did what he did. He sighed while still looking at his sons, who were cuddling into each other. He smiled slightly at the sight. His children were safe and nothing else should matter to him. They had made it.

Splinter disappeared into the depths of the corridor, walking silently. His boys slept undisturbed by the sound of the TV, so there was no way they could have heard their father slipping out into the night. Still, Yoshi preferred that none of his sons knew where he was going, especially Leonardo. There were some things that couldn't wait any longer and Splinter needed to find answers to his questions. Even if the hope of getting them was slim, he had to at least try.

There was simply something inside him that told him to go and see for himself. He glanced once more at the old photograph he held in his hand. He took them from Big Mama's flats a few months ago. He suspected that she had probably already guessed that he had stolen it, because who else could silently sneak into her flat?

He slipped the photo back into his pocket, exiting the underground tunnel.

...

Her usually brightly lit office, tonight was bathed in semi-darkness. It was her first day on the job when the medico allowed her to get out of bed. She couldn't afford another day of delay. She had a lot of work to do, and the world was waiting for no one.

Anyone who ever tells her that the world won't collapse if she allows herself a few days of convalescence is an idiot and doesn't have a clue how business works. It took less than a week for so many issues to accumulate that Big Mama wasn't sure she could handle everything.

Compensating the hotel's customers who had been affected by her champion being "out of control".

Meeting with the Hidden City Council to explain her "little freak out" in the form of Battle Nexus New York. She will likely be forced to make a sizable donation to the city budget.

Hotel refurbishment.

Compensation for the affected employees....

She didn't even want to think about what else was on her to-do list.

She put her pen aside, straightening up in her chair. She began to massage her temples with a healthy hand. The severe headache had been lingering for days, but the potions she had seemed to alleviate it at least a little. Still, the faint light of the lamp irritated her, but she could not work in the dark. Her broken arm and damaged ribs were also a nuisance. Every more violent movement caused her unpleasant discomfort. It flashed through her mind that maybe she should rest a few more days, as the medic advised, but she quickly dismissed it.

She could not show that she was weak. She was Big Mama. A few fractures or bruises shouldn't prevent her from running the empire. She had rested enough anyway.

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind before going back to reviewing the documents. She can't read the same page for 15 minutes. A barely audible creak sounded across the room. Big Mama pulled her eyebrows together, but continued not to open her eyes. Probably someone from the staff was strolling down the corridor. She took a deep breath, returning to her work. She tried to focus on the document, talking about the damage on floors twenty-two and twenty-three.

A hole in the ceiling in the corridor, three rooms flooded. The wall between room 234 and 233 had collapsed. Maybe she'll make it into one bigger flat? Cheaper than renovating two rooms.

Once again, a rustling sound echoed through her office. A small moment, as if something had brushed the floor. Was her mind playing tricks on her? No one but her was in the study. She corrected her glasses without taking her eyes off the document. Perhaps fatigue was setting in?

She ignored the rustling, trying to gather the rest of her strength to focus on the paperwork. She needed to review a few more documents today before heading off to bed. The rustling noise reappeared. She didn't know why, but the hard-to-describe sound seemed familiar to her. It was as if she had heard it many times.

She played with her pen, wondering how such a rustling sound could be familiar to her. Suddenly, she experienced a daze. She chastised herself in her mind for her absentmindedness. She had let him lurk around her office for too long. She put down her pen, straightening up in her chair. The rustling sounded again, but now she knew who it belonged to.

“Are you going to continue hiding in the shadows, Yoshi?" asked Big Mama in a confident voice, gazing into the dark corner of her office. "Or should I say Splinter?"Although she couldn't see him in the darkness, her gut told her she was looking directly at him. "Or did you fancy this life as a rat?”

Her loud voice spread through the office. It radiated confidence, perhaps even superiority. Big Mama knew she had hit a sensitive spot as soon as a quiet creak sounded. She knew how much Yoshi had valued his appearance in the past. He had always tried to present himself well, even when fighting in her arena. She knew what she was doing to lure him out of the shadows. She couldn't let him continue to wander around her office.

“Polite as ever," , said Splinter, and a note of cynicism could be heard in his voice.

Even though she knew what he looked like these days, it was hard for her to get used to it. Grey fur. The moustache. He looked so foreign, and yet she could see the old Lou in him. Those dark brown eyes that watched her closely. The slightly upturned nose and the pulled down eyebrows.

Yoshi knew there was no point in hiding anymore. He turned towards the faint light of her desk lamp. The first thing that caught his eye was the cast on her left hand. He furrowed his brow. He had expected her to be injured after what his sons had told him, but hearing and seeing were two different things. Even in the semi-darkness, he could see a slight grimace on her face, although she tries to maintain her typical smile. The dark shadows under her eyes and the empty potion bottle had not escaped his attention. He knew exactly what could have been in there, as he himself had used this potion many times after his battles in the Arena.

“How do you feel?” asked Splinter directly.

He was not going to hide the concern that resounded in his voice. If the last few days or months had taught him anything, it was that he needed to be honest. Not to others, but first and foremost to himself. There was no point in hiding the reason he had come here. Maybe it was silly, looking at the fact that he was talking to Big Mama, but he hoped that if he was honest with her she would return the favour.

“I've been better," Big Mama replied, turning her head away from her guest. She didn't want him to notice the surprise on her face. She hadn't expected him to ask so directly. But she couldn't allow herself a moment's hesitation. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Yoshi's sigh of relief. She saw the frown on his forehead disappear and his shoulders slump gently. She wondered how much truth there was in his behaviour, and how much he was playing to get something out of her. Usually she could read people or yokai. Only Yoshi was a mystery to her. She used to think he was always honest with her.... But everyone in this world has an ulterior motive. Everyone wants something. There is nothing for free. If you figured out quickly what exactly they were you had an advantage. Big Mama couldn't afford to be behind. "But it's not something I can't handle.”

Nevertheless, she allowed herself to take a close look at the man. Seeing no visible injuries in him, she felt a strange relief in her heart. Yoshi could feel Big Mama watched him, even if she tried to hide it. Maybe someone who wasn't as close to her as he was wouldn't have noticed how closely she was watching him. But neither of them could say out loud what they wanted.

“Full of energy as always” Yoshi commented, smiling slightly. Still, he chickened out and didn't tell her he was glad nothing serious had happened to her. Big Mama had always intimidated him. She had something about her that made Yoshi run out of words. Today was no different. Despite her visible fatigue, she continued to radiate the same strength he had seen during their first meeting.

“It can't be any other way my dear”, she replied frivolously, correcting a strand of hair that had slipped during their conversation. She turned back to the man, looking into his eyes. She was overwhelmed with fatigue. This day really had been a hard one, and she would gladly drop all games if it would allow her to cut this conversation short. Unfortunately, she couldn't. A woman like her had to keep her guard up, especially against the man whose love she had betrayed. She couldn't be sure what he would want to do. "But you didn't come here just for that, did you?”

Splinter stared at the woman, trying to put his thoughts into words. He knew why he had come here, but when it came down to it doubts got to him. He lowered his gaze, wondering if this was the right choice. Big Mama stared at him unceasingly. Any other person she would have rushed to not waste her time, but not Yoshi. I guess he still meant something to her if she gave him time to think. Or she herself was curious about what he had to say to her. She wasn't sure about that.

She saw his shoulders tighten gently. He ran his claws through his grey hair. She remembered that mannerism of his. He did that every time he had a conundrum of some kind. She'd never forget those evenings when they'd talked through entire nights together. She had many opportunities to remember how he behaved. It ran through her mind that, despite all these years, some things had not changed about him.

“Why...” began Yoshi, and then raised his head. "Why did you do that?" His voice trembled.

“Isn't it obvious?"She asked squinting slightly, and the sly grin never left her face. Splinter saw her tilt her head. She always did that when she wanted to tease. To throw the interlocutor off balance, to show all their cards. It might have worked on others, but not on him.

They stared at each other. They measured each other with their eyes. Both waited for the other to crack. In the old days, they both cared about winning an argument or a clash. Then they were unable to let go. Yoshi was usually the first to explode, driven by anger. They would shout at each other. Yoshi blamed her for the woman's inability to open up to him. Even towards him she used these tricks and hid from him. She, on the other hand, would catch him at his words and stick a pin in him, hiding behind a wall.

Only many years had passed since then, and Splinter was no longer that man.

Big Mama had seen his stature change. It seemed to her that he was more upright. As if more confidently. A seriousness dawned on his face that she had never seen in him before. Involuntarily, the smile descended from her face. She stared at him for another moment, as if unable to believe how he had acted. It was so different from what she remembered.

“I just found it more worthwhile,” she said, glancing at the papers on her desk. Splinter knew she was trying to show him how indifferent she was to the whole thing. She wanted to show how little impression it had made on her. He slipped his hand into his pocket, touching the photo. He just continued to stand there and wait. Big Mama felt as if this answer was not enough for him, so she went on. She marked something in the document. "Shredder was a good champion. Not as great as you”, she said, suspending her gaze on Yoshi for a moment. It did not escape her notice how the man twitched slightly. "But when he stopped fulfilling his purpose, he had to be dealt with. Just when Shredder started causing problems, your sons appeared" This time she noticed how his ear twitched. She wasn't sure how to interpret that in Yoshi's performance, but he responded. “It would be a shame not to use them to get rid of this problem.”

She was so calm throughout her argument. Her every word was carefully chosen. Splinter felt again that she was trying to get him off balance. A memory of his past. Big Mama's memory of how he was against further fighting in the Arena. The memory of his sons, knowing how important they are to him. Speaking so brazenly in his presence about using his sons as tools to clean up the problem she had in part created.

He couldn't say it didn't upset him, but Splinter was no longer as short-sighted as he once was. Nor was he going to ignore that gut feeling that told him the truth was different. In the past, he hadn't trusted that hunch and had paid a heavy price for it. This time, he was not going to let her hide the truth.

Initially, he didn't intend to do so, but she gave him no choice. This time, he's not going to let her get away with the answers. Even if he loses this photo, he might finally hear the truth. He probably deserved it after all this time.

He approached her with a slow but sure step. He could see Big Mama playing with a pen, playing relaxed. But he knew that she could easily hit the security button, which was camouflaged next to the pen cup, at any time. In less than a minute her best staff would have arrived. Nevertheless, she did not call them. She couldn't tell why. She didn't see Yoshi as a threat. Not that kind. Yoshi was a man of principle. Of that one thing she was sure.

She saw him reach into his pocket, and then she froze. He had the picture. He placed it in front of her. The woman grabbed it, looking at it carefully. It was her photo. Tucked away in her flat. In her locker. He was here, and she didn't know it. She felt anger rising in her. She didn't wonder if she was angry at the fact that he had broken into her room and stolen the photo, or maybe at herself for not realising. She thought she had lost them somewhere.

In her anger, she did not notice how sadness and a certain longing crept onto Splintra's face. He really didn't want to lose that picture.

"You!” she was going to yell at the man, but a sudden pain in her ribs prevented her. For a moment she ran out of breath, propping herself up against the desk top with her healthy hand. She scowled, trying to take a breath.

Splinter found himself at her side. He wanted to help somehow. He didn't intend to upset her that much. He didn't want her to suffer because of him. Despite everything, deep down he still cared about her. In some strange, twisted way, he wanted to find out if the woman he loved reciprocated his feelings.

“Don't touch me,” growled Big Mama at him before he could do anything.

She looked down at him. If only she were well, she would have given him a shove. The man stood still. Surprised by her vehemence, he didn't dare move. Big Mama concentrated on her breathing, sitting down in a chair. She leaned back, closing her eyes in pain. She didn't care if Splinter saw it. That wasn't what was important at the moment. Big Mama calmed her breathing, contemplating her next move.

She was angry. Annoyed. She would have loved to throw him out of here. But she also felt a strange sense of relief. Happiness, perhaps? There was so much emotion in her that she felt like crying. It had been a long time since she had felt so out of balance. She looked at Yoshi, who continued to stand sideways to her. She could see that he wanted to hear the truth. Just what kind of truth Big Mama herself wasn't sure what it was. Instead, she knew one thing. She was Big Mama. The owner of the Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus Arena. She had her empire and the long road she had to travel to achieve it all. In this world, a woman like her could not allow herself a moment of weakness. Otherwise she would be devoured by others, as she had done thousands of times before.

“It was a purely business decision. Then as now”, she said slowly and trying to maintain her composure. "I chose you to be my champion and I did everything to make you one. You did not protest. At least not at first.”

Splinter clenched his hands into fists. The fur at the nape of his neck gently grew thicker. He felt it wasn't the whole truth. It couldn't be.

“What about us? With what we had?”

“Yoshi” Big Mama interrupted him, looking into his eyes. She could see him starting to shake, but it wasn't important. She had to make him realise. "Love is a weakness. And you were just an investment that paid off. You did a good job as a champion. I don't need you anymore.” She spoke slowly and clearly, emphasising the last sentence. These words tore at Splinter's heart. “I only helped your sons because it was more profitable than letting that maniac run wild.”

A heavy silence fell between them. They both looked into each other's eyes. Splinter knew it wasn't true, or at least not entirely. Still, her words hurt. They hit where they hurt the most. They opened old wounds that Splinter had found so hard to come to terms with.

“Now, if you'll allow me, some people have work they have to do. And you've got sons who I think need your attention," Big Mama turned towards the papers, ignoring the rat.

She thought he was going to walk away and she wasn't wrong. She heard Splinter moving away towards the window. The man stood at the open window, looking at Big Mama's reflection. She sat bent over her desk as if nothing had ever happened. Splinter sighed heavily.

“I don't know what I was hoping for”, Splinter said with such regret in his voice that Big Mama sat paralysed. "I guess for you to be honest with me for once.”

The woman wasn't sure why those words hurt her more than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Somehow his words and how he said them hurt her more than when she thought he had run away from her. She turned towards the window, opening her mouth.

Only Splinter was no longer there.

She herself doesn't know what she should have expected from the way she had treated him. Big Mama herself found it hard to believe, but she wanted him to call her his Sassy Sugar Badger again.

“Unfortunately, in this cruel world only the strongest survive, Hyggypoo”, she said in a whisper, reaching for their old photo.

She stared at it and felt her heart ache. It squeezed in her chest and ached more than bruised ribs. Yoshi was the past, and she couldn't lose herself in it. She couldn't show weakness, because that was the world she lived in. Still, a thought ran through her mind as to whether she was doing the right thing. Had she not lost something precious along the way, climbing to the top? Had she not missed the chance for something better, if only she had allowed herself a little honesty?

She sighed heavily, hiding the photo in a drawer. She had more important things on her mind than a would-be affair. She needed to concentrate on her business. She knew that the path she had taken would not be easy. But she could handle any challenge. She has to, because at this point there is no turning back.

Meanwhile, Splinter was returning home. To his beloved sons. Maybe he had suffered through what had happened. Maybe he was foolish for believing that Big Mama could change. He has to move forward. It will hurt, but he has a new light towards which he can move. His sons.

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