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#succession#kendall roy#rava roy#stewy hosseini#naomi pierce#kenrava#kenstewy#kendall x naomi#the last five years#web weaving#kendall x rava#kendall x stewy#jason robert brown
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#this is so hot?!?!#flfksjsbdhxjsk#sexy and affectionate at the same time 🥹❤️#I actually have goosebumps#their chemistryyyyyysnsnfkdkdnd#also so cute that he puts his head on her shoulder and stares into her eyes#I’m obsessed with S1 Ken#also like sorry to rant but#does anyone in these tags understand that some women are into it when a man seems commanding lol wtf he’s also very sweet here#he’s not literally ordering her to do something pls stop#🙄#Kenrava#Kendall x Rava#kendall roy#succession#Rava roy#scriptposting#lifeboats
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7 snippets, 7 mutuals
shoutouttttt to the inimitable @rowanisawriter for the tag!! what a delight. :)
tagging…@eelqueen, @lewdisescariot, @collegeoflore, @broscahawke, @kcwriter-blog, @galacticgraffiti, anddddd anyone else who wants to participate!! (as always, no pressure to those tagged <3)
1. Untitled Solavellan story
In his bliss he defaults to his mother tongue, pressing soft sounds to her skin with every kiss.
Emma sa’lath, he says, and ar lath ma, and bellanaris, and there are older, more intricate words she does not know, yet understands.
In the end, they all mean the same thing: I love you, I love you.
2. Ortolan (an Ascended Astarion/ Spawn Tav story)
She finds the kitchen and the larder and the buttery standing useless– though the rats, if they could speak, might disagree.
They’re busy gnawing at the stock of moldy scraps still in the pantry, hardly minding her approach until she’s on them. When they scatter, her eyes track them like a hunter, like an animal, an instinct she’s developed since her death.
She is stronger, swifter, sharper– as Astarion had promised– but there is violence softly shimmering beneath. She wants to tear at something, always, wants to follow something home. She wants to bite down hard enough to make her jaw ache.
3. Devotion (a Gale/ Tav story)
“I never was one for piety,” she says. In the low light her eyes glint like something sinful, something wicked, a knife in the dark. “So what now? Shall I beg forgiveness?”
Gale snorts. “Now that, I’d love to see.”
But she’s not laughing. She flicks those sharp eyes up to his and gods, it’s thrilling, how she pins him where he stands with just a look.
“On my knees, then?”
4. Colorless, Tasteless (a Lestat/ OFC story)
Lestat had been inside her too, but he was in her blood, and she in his. Even now she could feel him there, somehow, his essence pulsing through her body; she could taste him on her tongue and in her throat. The sensation was euphoric and all-encompassing, incomparable to anything this man, or any man alive could make her feel.
“Tu as si froid,” Henri was whispering. His pace had quickened, and he was fucking into her roughly now, his hands pressing hard into her hips. “Si froid.”
Some nights, before sunrise, Lestat would run his fingers through her hair and read to her in his native French until she fell asleep. She would practice while he was away, and when he came home he would drill her on words and phrases and kiss her any time she made a mistake. This meant that the learning was deliberately slow, but there were words she couldn’t forget, no matter how hard she tried.
Si froid, she thought. So cold.
5. Untitled Durgetash story
“Poison, was it? Isn’t that a little trite?”
She looks almost offended.
“Not just any poison,” she scowls. “This one is delicate. Expensive. Liquifies the inside while the outside stays intact.”
She creeps closer with every word and finally crawls into his lap, close enough that he can smell her, a mix of iron and oleander. It makes him want to spread and pin her like a butterfly under glass.
“Still,” he sighs. “I thought I was special.”
“Oh, you are. It is a compliment that I want this pretty face of yours unmarred.”
6. Eastport (a Kendall/ Rava story)
“Can I come in?” Kendall asks. The circles around his eyes are as dark as Rava's ever seen them. “Please.”
“It’s late, honey.”
“I know,” he nods, “And I get that, it’s just that I’m fucking, like, wet and freezing, and I’m–”
“Are you high?”
The question, offered gently, still makes Kendall bristle.
“I’m good.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He looks at her hard, half-stubborn, half-pleading. “I’m good.”
7. Nameday (simultaneously a Tyrion/ Tywin & Joanna story, told in multiple timelines)
Come midnight, Tywin can no longer bear her suffering.
“Is there nothing you can do?” he hisses, once he is beyond Joanna’s hearing.
The maester is up to his elbows in hot water. He scours himself of her blood and Tywin watches it darken the basin, first pink, and then red, and then black.
“I assure you, my lord, I am doing everything that can be done.”
Tywin sees he is exhausted, too. The elder man’s skin is flushed and beaded with sweat, the chain around his neck suddenly too large and too heavy for his frame. Creylen hesitates a moment before speaking again, weighing the consequences of what he is about to say.
“Her condition is very grave," he says finally, cautiously. "And I fear for the child–”
Tywin holds up a hand.
“The child is not my concern. If you can only save one…” He glances to the bed across the room, where Joanna lies dying. Creylen understands.
#my wips#tag games#one might argue that I have TOO MANY WIPs#solavellan#solas#dragon age inquisition#bg3#astarion x tav#gale X tav#the vampire lestat#my writing#Tywin x joanna#my fanfic#Kendall x rava#solavellan hell
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Majorly in need of Kendall’s improved and sweet birthday please!! 👀🎂❤️
Anything for you, lovely!! Thank you for the inspo as always! ❤️❤️ this is fluffy and also a little angsty because ken and Rava are separated at this point in the timeline and I have no self control. I’m sorry this got so long!
Summary: A happier birthday for Kendall. Set a few months before the pilot.
Some smuttiness under the cut also!
Anyway, Don’t Be a Stranger
“Hey!” Her warm smile greets him when he answers the FaceTime. “Happy birthday, grandpa.”
“Yeah,” he scoffs, unfastening the tie he put on. Too stuffy. “Thanks. 39–fucking prehistoric.”
“Did you get your AARP brochure yet? Or is that the big 4-0?”
“Uh huh. Laugh it up. You’re next.”
“Hey, I still have 4 months to go, so. You’ll always be old first.”
“Oh, that’s nice. You uh—you better have a great present for me. To make up for this fucking harassment on my birthday.”
“Who said I’m getting you a present?” She asks, brow raised.
He huffs a laugh. It’s too easy to fall back into their usual banter—he never knows quite where to draw a line.
“What are the kids doing?”
“Getting ready for school, but they want to say hi—hey, guys? Daddy’s on the phone.”
“Happy birthday daddy!” Sophie practically screeches on the other end. Her crooked smile makes Kendall’s heart constrict. She grows every time he sees her—which is admittedly less these days. He’s burning the candle at both ends, getting ready to take up the mantle at Waystar.
Only a few more months to go til Dad’s 80th. The final countdown.
“Thanks, baby girl. You pick your dress out today?”
“Yes! It’s my new one from Auntie Shiv.” She hands the phone back to Rava so she can do a twirl.
“Wow, look at you! Auntie Shiv picked out a beauty. You look great, sweetie. What’s Ivey doing?”
“He’s here—he wants to say hi,” Sophie passes the phone to Iverson.
His baby boy. His son. His legacy.
“Hey buddy!”
“Hi daddy,” Iverson waves, pushing his too-big glasses up the bridge of his nose. Kendall aches.
“You all ready for school?”
“Uh huh.”
He hears Rava whisper to him offscreen.
“Happy birthday,” he recites dutifully.
“Thanks, bud. Hey—I got a new Lego set for us. It’s that Spider-Man one you wanted.”
“Cool!” He nods enthusiastically, a genuine smile lighting up his little face. “Will you help me build it? Like last time?”
“Sure will. I think you’re gonna like this one even better.”
“Hey, Ken—we have to run—“
“Oh, sure—have a good day at school guys. I love you.”
“Bye daddy,” The answer in unison.
“Hey—one sec,” Rava comes back on.
“What’s up?”
“I know you have them this weekend, so I haven’t asked. But—do you have any plans tonight? For your birthday?”
“Um—“ He wishes he could say he was throwing a cool party, or even just having dinner at Dad and Marcia’s. He should just lie, because his actual plan of working as late as humanly possible and passing out is pathetic even to him.
“I’m sure you probably do—“ she goes on, almost nervously.
“I um—yeah, I don’t, actually. Been a lot going on at work, you know, with everything. So—I was just gonna work late.”
There’s an almost pitying look in her eyes that makes him feel even worse.
“Well, if you don’t feel like being at the office for 14 hours, I was wondering if um—maybe you’d want to come over for dinner? With the kids?”
“I—wait—really?”
“Yeah—I would have asked sooner, but um—I don’t know. I figured you’d have plans.”
“Yeah,” he scoffs. “I’m uh—I’m in really high demand.”
She laughs a little. “You usually are.”
“Yeah—I don’t know about that. But um—sure, that sounds great. Really great.”
“Yeah?” She looks relieved. As if he’d say no to her. “You wouldn’t rather be out with the guys?”
“Come on, no way.”
“Okay,” she smiles. “Okay, good. You think you can get here for 6:30? They usually eat at 6, but I know it’s not easy getting out early around there.”
His mind flashes to the nights he wasn’t home until 9 or later, too coked up to eat the food she’d leave out for him. He screws his eyes shut and lets it pass. Bad, bad times.
“Yeah, no, that’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“I think they can let the birthday boy out early. I’ll be there.”
“Great. I’m glad we’re doing this. It’s been a little while since the four of us had dinner together…” she trails off.
“Uh huh. Yeah, this is good. And hey—thanks, Rav.”
“Yeah, of course. See you tonight.”
It’s his second birthday since they’ve been separated. Last year was spent in a black hole of depression after she left with the kids. She took them to her parents, brought him to rehab, and left him with the promise that this whole thing was temporary. Just so he could completely focus on his sobriety.
They’d get through it, she said, but she needed time. How much more fucking time did she need?
This time last year, he hoped he wouldn’t see 39. The sky fell and fell and fell. He’s better now — rehab and therapy have stuck. He’s learned to live with the pain, like some incurable disease. But the hole in his heart is still there, it scabs over and the slightest misstep reopens the wound. He’s all scar tissue. She still hasn’t come back to him fully, only in late night phone calls and the occasional dinner hand-offs that feel like explicit trysts.
But now, she’s finally throwing him the life vest. He’s fucking taking it.
————
He spends the last hour of the work day anxiously checking his watch. He needs to be en route to Rava’s by 6 and he’s determined to get there on time. He’s going to prove to her that his head is clear, that he can be the man she needs again. To prove what a good father he is.
“Hey, dad—“ he sticks his head in to Logan’s office. “I’m heading out.”
“Bankers hours today?”
“I’m uh—I’m having dinner with Rava and the kids.”
Logan’s face is stony.
“For my—for my birthday.”
“Uh huh,” he looks like he wants to say more, but remains impassive. “Well. Good. That’s fine.”
“So I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Well, when you’re done there, if you want to come by for a drink—you know, for your birthday. Marcy and I will be home.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
“Good. Give the kids my love, won’t you?”
He’s no longer looking at him, attention back on his screen. Dismissed.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll bring them by soon.”
“Happy birthday, kiddo,” he says, still not looking up.
“Thanks.”
He feels light as he gets into the idling Mercedes.
“‘Sup, Fikret.”
“Evening, Mr. Roy. To Rava’s as planned?”
“Please.”
He puts on his headphones to decompress from the day, stomach fluttering in anticipation of seeing Rava and the kids. Their absence has taken up permanent residency in his ribcage and he can’t shake it loose. It’s ever-present, the weight of his fractured family. His failure. Loneliness.
But today he feels hope, because he knows they’re getting back together. She’ll see that everything will work out. They’re just going through a rough patch right now. He has to pay the toll for his sins.
“Thanks Fikret,” he nods as he steps out of the car. Rava’s new building feels tall and looming and unfamiliar.
She buzzes him up and opens the door herself instead of her usual housekeeper. His heart almost leaps out of his chest at the sight of her. She’s casual in faded jeans that hug her perfectly, and a fashionably slouchy white sweater. She’s done her hair and makeup though — he tries not to feel too good about it.
“Hey,” she greets him with an easy smile, the one that sucks the air out of him.
“Hey,” he tries to sound chill, but he feels like he just ran the fucking New York Marathon.
He clocks her taking in his Brioni suit with a flicker of satisfaction.
“You look nice,” she says.
He leans in to embrace her, his confidence growing. Her sweater is soft, tangible against his fingers, grounding him. But the scent of her Jo Malone is still a gut punch, so he’s careful not to inhale too deeply.
She rubs his back, almost absentmindedly, before pulling away.
“Thanks. So do you.”
“Oh, thanks. I’ve been running around,” she waves him off. “The kids are so happy you’re coming.”
“Really?” He smiles, daring to let himself be cheered at the thought.
“Mhmm,” she gives him a funny look. “Did you think they wouldn’t be?”
“I mean—I dunno. We FaceTime almost every day. I’m not that exciting.”
“You’re their dad, Ken,” she reminds him gently. “They always want to see you.”
He nods, swallowing a lump in his throat.
“Hey, guys? Dad’s here!” Rava calls out up the stairs. The sound of barreling footsteps echoes from the second floor.
“Don’t run down the stairs, please,” she adds. “This spiral staircase is a fucker,” she says to him.
“Architectural Digest’s wet dream, though,” he notes.
“Hi daddy!” Sophie appears at the top of the stairs, consciously making an effort to walk slowly.
“Hey, there’s my best girl,” he opens his arms to her. She hits the last step and launches herself into him.
Iverson follows behind, nudging himself into Kendall’s side.
“Hey, slugger,” he ruffles his hair, pulling him in for a hug.
Sophie wraps her little arms around his neck and looks at him earnestly, the way she has since she was a toddler.
“Daddy, we’re making you a present. Me and Ivey have to finish it. Okay?”
She reminds him so much of Rava, all soft eyes and self-assurance and abundant affection.
“Whatever you say, wild honey-pie.”
She kisses his cheek, making him want to sink to the floor and weep.
Iverson stays quiet, looking at the ground. His boy, a piece of his soul, who’s so much like him in every way he almost wants to shake it out of him, like a fucking genetics Etch-A-Sketch.
“How was school today, guys?”
“Good. We learned about presidents. I said that you know the President in real life,” Sophie informs him.
“Oh yeah? You remember meeting him a few years ago? When you were like—“ he puts his hand down by his knee. “Yay high?”
“Uh huh,” Sophie nods. “He was weird.”
He and Rava both snort.
“Yeah, uh—he is kinda weird, huh?”
“Grandpa likes him,” Iverson comments.
“Yeah—Grandpa likes everyone.” He means it as a joke. Rava raises an eyebrow, and he shoots her a look.
“Hey,” she intercedes. “You wanna guess what’s for dinner?”
“Uh—how about….” He looks between Sophie and Iverson. “Spaghetti worms?”
“No!” T hey giggle.
“No?” He smiles. “Huh, okay. Dirt cake?”
“Daddy,” Sophie rolls her eyes fondly.
“Okay, okay. Tell me.”
They both look at Rava and shrug.
“I had Margareta make your favorite filet. You know I’m hopeless with a steak.”
“You—you did?” He prickles with pleasant surprise.
“Well yeah! You have to have your favorite meal on your birthday,” she smiles.
Fuck, he loves her. This feels like how it used to be. He wants to say fuck the dinner and lay her down on the countertop—
He exhales heavily, expelling the pent up emotion from his lungs.
“You are fucking hopeless with a steak.”
“Little ears,” she nods to the kids, but there’s a glint of humor in her eyes.
“That’s a bad word,” Iverson informs him.
“I know, I’m sorry buddy. That doesn’t mean you get to say it, okay?”
Iverson nods.
They spend the next hour at the dining room table. His appetite has returned more recently, particularly now that he’s clean. It’s been a long time since he’s tasted a homemade meal, usually preferring takeout sushi if he isn’t at a business dinner.
“No steak for you, Soph?” He asks.
“Her friend Avery Bancroft is a vegetarian, so…” Rava offers.
“Oh, right. That Bancroft?”
“Uh huh.”
“Red meat is gross. It’s all bloody,” Sophie wrinkles her nose.
Iverson picks at his plain pasta.
“How’s your pasta, Ive?” He asks.
“Good. I put butter on it now.”
“Awesome, bud.” He thinks that’s the right answer.
“Mom, Ivey and I need to go finish daddy’s present.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
“Can’t wait,” he calls after them.
She clears their plates, and he helps stack the dishwasher, despite Margareta hovering nearby.
“You want some coffee?” She asks.
“Uh…yeah. Sounds good,” he smiles.
He sits down at the island as she sets to making them coffee. She doesn’t ask him how he takes it, but still makes it perfectly.
“You remembered,” he notes.
“I’ve been making your coffee for like, 15 years. Have you figured out how to use your machine yet?” She teases.
“Fuck off,” he laughs. “And no. Carla handles that…”
“Helpless,” she rolls her eyes. He tosses a sugar packet at her.
“What’s new with you? How’s work?” He asks, trying to keep things on neutral ground.
“It’s good—you know, the usual. Taking on more projects lately than I normally would.”
“What, you strapped for cash?” He jokes, trying to keep the bitterness out of it.
“Ha ha. No, I just…need to throw myself into things right now.”
“I uh—I get it.”
“But hey, I got you something.”
“You—you got me something?”
“It’s um—it’s nothing crazy. Just a card.”
She procures an envelope from the basket on the granite counter, simply reading Ken.
The card is simple, almost generic. Not much like the Husband birthday cards she used to thoughtfully pick out for him, making sure the words aligned with her feelings perfectly.
But he opens it, and lottery tickets fall out. He chuckles, remembering the year she started adding them to his birthday gifts as an inside joke. They were engaged at the time.
Happy birthday, Ken. I’m so proud of all the work you’ve put in this year. I hope 39 is happy and healthy! Love, Rav
Love.
He’s touched. He holds the lottery tickets in his hand. If you win, you have to leave Waystar and start a rival company, she used to say. They’d spend all night coming up with names and business plans.
“Never did win any of these.”
“Maybe this’ll be your year,” she smiles sadly.
“Thank you, Rav. You didn’t have to.”
She shrugs. “It’s still your birthday.”
“Dadddy!” Comes Sophie’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Close your eyes!”
“Okay,” he plays along, covering his eyes. He can’t see the smile on Rava’s face, but he knows it’s there.
He hears their footsteps come into the kitchen.
“Okay, open!”
Sophie is proudly holding up what looks like an art project, a poster with all kinds of construction paper shapes glued to it. There are 7 or 8 pictures of him and the kids, and a couple of the 4 of them, glued haphazardly around the construction paper. Stickers dot the borders.
At the bottom, I LOVE MY DAD is written in Sophie’s messy handwriting. They’ve both signed their names.
Kendall can’t speak. He feels like he’s been broken in half.
“Do you like it?” Iverson asks, proud of his handiwork.
“Guys—“ he chokes out. “I love it. This is so great, thank you. Wow. Come here.”
He scoops them both into each arm and hugs them against him. They nuzzle into him and he tries desperately not to let his eyes well up. He might be failing.
Rava unexpectedly joins the hug, wrapping her arms around all of them.
“We saved the best for last,” she says.
“There’s more?”
“Cake!” Sophie and Iverson chorus.
———
After they eat cake, and the kids have showered and gone to bed (Ken even got to tuck them in), he and Rava are sitting on her couch.
“This is the best birthday I’ve had in a while,” he says. “Last couple of years have been—“ he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad we could do it.”
“And, hey, this place looks great,” he looks around the vast living room. His unofficial, non-legally-mandated child support is clearly doing it’s job.
It’s surreal that she has a whole
new home, with new furniture and art on the walls and sculptures on the coffee tables. But he still sees traces of their life before—there are scattered pictures of him with the kids, of his arms around a radiantly pregnant Rava, of him holding Iverson in the hospital when he was born.
He thinks of his own home, their home, that still carries her ghost. He can still smell her on his sheets, hear her stilettos on the marble entryway, feel the indent on her side of the bed.
“Oh, thanks! Yeah—I actually brought in a decorator this time around.”
“What? Given up your interior design side hustle?” She’d always insisted on decorating their previous homes herself, filling them with familiar touches.
“Yeah, I just—I didn’t have it in me for this one,” she shrugs. There’s sadness behind her nonchalance, and he feels it in his bones. He can fix this.
“Rava—it doesn’t—it doesn’t have to be like this,” he looks at her earnestly, trying to reach her the way he used to.
“Ken,” she sighs.
“Seriously—hasn’t this little trial separation gone on long enough? I mean, come on.”
“You’re doing so well. You’re sober and getting ready for the big job—I just—I think you should stay focused,” she puts a hand on his knee.
“I am—I’ve turned things around. I’m good. I’m in a really fucking good headspace.”
“I know,” she pats his knee. “I meant it—I’m really proud of you. I want you to be happy.”
“But I’m not—I’m not like— happy happy. Not without you. Or them.”
She closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them, they’re glassy.
“You still have them, Ken. They adore you.“
It’s a small comfort.
“I know, but I mean—are—are you happy? That they have to FaceTime me every night instead of us all being together? Do you like going to sleep alone every night?”
“Well it’s not ideal, obviously, but—“
“Because I fucking hate it, Rav. It’s been awful without you.”
She looks pained. “I’m sorry. I am. Believe me—this hasn’t been easy for me either.”
He wants to dispute that, but then he remembers the first few months of their separation. When she’d call him at 2 am. They’d stay on the phone in silence until she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d hear her crying quietly.
“I can do both, now. I can focus on being the big boss and you guys. That’s all that matters to me.”
She brings a hand gently to his face, cupping his cheek. He leans in to her touch.
“We can’t keep doing this,” she protests, but it’s half-hearted.
He leans in closer, eyeing her lips. He wants to suck her in until she’s absorbed into his bloodstream.
“Do you—do you still love me?” He asks tentatively. He’s both confident in and terrified of her answer.
She pulls back a little, removing her hand.
“That’s not fair.”
“No—I’m sorry. I know.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Okay, sure. But it is. I mean, do you still love me or not?”
She bites her lip, nodding imperceptibly. He catches it nonetheless. His heart leaps. She still loves him. He feels that pesky glimmer of hope again.
“That’s—that’s never been the issue.”
“Then what the fuck are we doing?”
“We’re doing the right thing.”
“How? That doesn’t—that doesn’t even make any sense? How can us not being together be the right thing?”
“You know why.”
“I’ve done everything you asked. I went to rehab. I’m sober. I’m in therapy.”
“Ken,” she clutches at his hand. “I’ve already gone through one devastating breakup here, okay? I can’t do it again.”
“But we wouldn’t break up again. I’m better now. We’re still not—I mean, we’re not like, really broken up. We’re just taking a break.”
“Okay Ross,” she laughs a little.
“Hey,” he leans back in, close to her face. He looks into her eyes. “I still love you. Okay? I love you.”
“You can’t just say that,” her voice wobbles.
“It’s the truth, baby.”
He can see the walls crumbling within her. He leans in even closer, forehead resting against hers. His lips a millimeter away from brushing hers.
“Ken, please,” she whispers. “Don’t.”
He pulls back, stinging like she’s slapped him.
“Okay, fine. I won’t—if you don’t want me to. I’ll stop. I’m—I’m sorry.”
She searches his eyes and he feels heat rising in his cheeks. She always makes him feel raw and exposed.
To his surprise, she grabs his face and brings her lips to his.
He hungrily grabs at her and she climbs clumsily into his lap. Her hands run through his hair while his travel up and down her back. He can feel her smile into the kiss, making him do the same.
This feels good, this feels right. He can feel himself coming back to life.
He skims his fingers under her sweater, making her shiver. She begins to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt as he moves to the button of her jeans. He’s already hard as a fucking rock as she wiggles out of her jeans, grinding against him. The feel of her wet cotton panties makes him moan in her ear.
“Rav,” he growls, fingers threaded in her hair, gripping at her scalp.
She pulls off his shirt, running her hands over the planes of his chest, down his stomach, like she’s reacquainting herself with the feel of him.
“Touch me,” she whispers, nibbling his earlobe, the spot she knows drives him crazy.
He indulges her command.
They end up on the floor of the living room (the couch was nowhere near big enough) while the kids still sleep peacefully upstairs.
They’re spent, panting and sweaty. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, and he brushes it aside. She shoots him an almost-nervous smile. He squeezes her into him.
“That was—“
“Yeah—wow.”
“That was fucking interstellar sex. Holy shit.”
“Yeah—what was that new move? Have you been using it lately?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve had a lot of dates to practice it on.”
She narrows her eyes, and he basks in her hint of jealousy.
“With uh—with Pornhub. And my right hand. Or your nudes.”
She laughs, whacking him in the stomach. He grunts exaggeratedly, curling in on himself. “You should delete those.”
“Easy, killer. You know I’m fragile right after I cum.”
“Mhmm,” she grins.
“You think they heard us?” He nods at the stairs.
“Nah. They’re hard sleepers.”
“They get that from you. A fucking freight train crashing into the bedroom couldn’t wake you up,” he recalls, making her snort.
“Iverson is like you though,” she says. “He has trouble falling asleep sometimes. Gets jumpy. He needs to be woken up gently.”
“Yeah, there’s no waking you up gently. I used to have to practically toss you onto the floor. Dump water on your head and shit.”
“Shut up,” she laughs again, resting her head against his shoulder. “You never did that.”
“How would you know? You fuckin’ slept through it.”
He grins at her laughter. It’s the kind he used to be able to pull from her easily. He wants to drink it up, snort it like powder.
“Okay, stop. We’re actually gonna wake them,” she’s wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.
“Should we—“
Before he can say should we go to bed, his phone vibrates from the pile of their clothes. Her smile fades a bit.
“Sorry, one sec—“ he rummages for his pants, pulling his iPhone out of the pocket.
“Fuck. It’s Dad. Just—just let me get rid of him,” he promises, pleading with his eyes. Her smile is gone, replaced with a resigned look on her face.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Are you still coming?”
“Oh—shit, sorry. I forgot. I’m still at Rava’s.”
“Uh huh. Marcy and I are going to bed. So don’t bother.”
“Fuck. Sorry dad. I’ve been spending time with the kids—“
“Right, sure, sure. Good.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. You have a good night, kiddo.”
“Uh—thanks, Dad. Hey, um—“
Logan’s already hung up.
“Well, fuck. Whoops.”
“What’s up?” Rava asks, covering herself with a blanket from the couch.
“I told Dad I’d stop by tonight, after this. But—“
“Oh. Right.”
“Yeah it’s—it’s fine. Whatever. I’d rather be here, obviously. I just didn’t think we’d—“
“Yeah, I—me either. Maybe we shouldn’t have—“
“Hey, no no. I wanted to. You have no idea—“
He reaches for her before she can slip out of his grasp again. She looks hurt.
“It’s just—it would have been nice to—I don’t know. Not make plans with your dad overlapping dinner with us. That’s all.”
“Hey, come on. It wasn’t like that. I told him maybe I would, if I wasn’t—if you didn’t want me to stay long.”
Her eyes soften. But she picks up her clothes and starts to get dressed.
“Rav,” he can feel the magic of the last hour fading away, and he clings to her arm. “Please. Let’s just—let’s go to bed.”
She rubs a hand over her face. “I don’t want the kids getting the wrong idea—“
He feels the air deflate from his lungs, crushed.
“Right,” he scoffs.
“No—Ken, not like that—“
“Uh huh. No, sure. Sure.”
“I just—I don’t want to rush into things. I’m trying to set boundaries.”
“Oh, yeah, well. I’d argue that me being inside you is not a great fucking boundary?” He spits.
“I know, I know. I just—when I’m with you—you know? When I’m with you—“ she trails off, looking anguished, grabbing at his hand.
He sighs, anger releasing.
“I know.”
“It’s been so hard,” she wipes at her eyes. “It’s not fair. It fucking sucks.”
He’s caught off guard and a little indignant. She thinks it’s been hard? His anger flares up again, withdrawing his hand.
“This whole fucking thing was your idea. You wanted this.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t—want this. This wasn’t in the fucking vows, you know?” she sighs, defeated. “I can’t rehash this all again.”
“Uh huh—maybe pass it off to your therapist. I’m gonna go.”
“Kendall,” she puts a hand on his arm. “I don’t want to ruin this—tonight felt like we were a family again.”
“Yeah, it did.” He feels cagey, like he needs to pace.
“Can we not—can we not leave this angrily? Please?”
She looks down at the ground, still wrapped in the blanket. She chews a nail nervously—an old habit. He feels a pang of guilt, and his anger deflates.
“I’m sorry. I’m working on not reacting emotionally,” he parrots his therapist calmly.
“I know. It’s okay.”
“I’m gonna—I am gonna go, actually. I’m sorry. I just—I’m sorry, Rava.”
“I know,” she placates. “You’re okay.”
He nods, willing it to be true. He takes her card and the kids present.
“I’ll um—I’ll see you Friday. For pickup.”
“Yes—let me know what time works.”
“Yeah, will do.”
She cautiously wraps her arms around him, rubbing his back. He sighs, returning the hug.
“I’m sorry,” he says again.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Happy birthday.”
Late that night, he’s laying in bed. He feels shitty. He’s hovering over their text thread, wishing he was in bed with her. He fucking hates all of this.
He clutches the kids gift close to him, like if he holds it tight enough, their belief in him will rub off.
As he debates calling her, because he’s desperate for her comforting words, he sees that she’s calling him.
“Hey,” he answers in surprise. “I was—I was thinking about you.”
“Me too. I um—can we—“
“Uh—yeah. Yeah, of course.”
“Okay,” she sounds relieved.
He closes his eyes and lays the phone down next to his head, each of them falling asleep to the sound of their breathing.
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Can I request one? <3
I'm imagining kendall and Rava (or any female charcter/reader), without kids, at the very end of their divorce process, reconciling a bit? Just something flourishing?
Might sound a bit more emotional than smut maybe but do whatever you want with it <3
Hi anon😊 this took me longer to write than I hoped for but it’s finally done!! I really liked this idea as it is not the type of thing I usually write. I like to change things up.
Thank you for requesting this! The start is not really my favorite but I promise it gets more interesting as it goes on! Also it is quite short, shorter than how long I usually make them but maybe not everything has to be so long haha. I hope you enjoy!
Kendall Roy x Rava - Request
Angsty one shot
Word Count: 1.9k
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Kendall and Rava stand in the penthouse they lived in together for the past year and a half. When they first stood together in the penthouse, nothing but joy and excitement was written all over their faces. They were both so excited to start a new life together as Kendall had just married her. They have been dating ever since he first met her in college.
The longer Kendall would work at Waystar, the harder it would get for Rava. As they both stand in the big living room, it is nothing like how it was the first time they stood in the room. Rava is holding the divorce papers in her hand and Kendall is just a few feet away from her looking at his shoes.
They both had already done everything at the court to break apart from one another. Rava had only come back to the penthouse with him to take all of her stuff. Once practically all of her stuff was packed away in the back of her car, the two stood silently in the living room, not really sure what to do next. Kendall can’t just let her leave just like that, he needed more answers. He had gotten many answers from her ever since the whole idea of divorce started, but he needed more,
“Does it mean nothing to you anymore?” Kendall asks.
“Does what mean nothing?”
“All those times in college, don’t you remember how much fun we had?”
“Kendall, that is in the past. We aren’t young anymore. You have changed Kendall, it’s not the same as how it used to be.”
“Well I’m sorry I can’t be that young college boy anymore. I’m taking my job seriously now, I’m a hard worker, is that not what you wanted? I still don’t understand.”
“The thing about you Kendall is that you don’t know the difference between a hard worker and an obsessive worker. You are obsessive Ken. It’s not good for you and it’s not good for me, it’s not good for the both of us.”
“No- no, you’re wrong. I’m not obsessive, I’m a hard worker, I am. I stay focused on what is right. I am a hard working, successful man, how do you not see that? Work is stressful, okay? Sorry I couldn’t be so full of joy all the fucking time.
“Even when work is stressful, you didn’t even tell me about it or let me help you. You go and get drunk and don’t even talk about it with me. I’ve told you this a thousand times now.”
“Come on, I didn’t even drink that much, you are overreacting here.”
“No, I’m not Kendall. I am done with you,” Rava holds up the divorce papers, “It says so here. We will never be together again, we will never love again. I don’t think I can ever love you again.” Her last words hurt both herself and Kendall. The room went quiet for a moment, the silence was filled with anger, regret, and sadness.
Kendall spoke up very quietly, his gaze was down at the floor, “You love me Rava.”
“Ken-”
“Paper proof or not, I know you still love me, you can’t just throw it all away like that Rava.”
Rava’s voice is quiet now too, she doesn’t want to believe him, but it’s hard not to, “Maybe I love you, but I can’t love you. I can’t love you anymore Kendall. You’ve hurt me enough.”
“You can’t but you want to.”
Rava feels teary now, she keeps her voice quiet, “Kendall, stop.”
“You love me Rava.” She begins to cry softly now, “Please don’t cry.”
“I think I need to leave now.” She replies as she wipes her tear away.
It gets quiet for a moment, Kendall doesn’t know what to say right away but then he speaks up, “Before you leave and this turns into something else, can I at least kiss you once more?”
“That’s not a good idea Ken. Really, I need to leave.”
“Just one kiss. Please.”
When Rava doesn’t answer, he walks over to her and cups her cheek so she looks at him. He looks at her for a moment then leans in to give her a kiss. She hardly kisses him back at first, but after having his lips on her own for a few more seconds, she can’t hold back and kiss him back with the same passion she did when they had their first kiss back in college.
He now puts both hands on the sides of her face and kisses her more deeply. He only really wanted to give her a small peck, but he couldn’t seem to pull away, he didn’t want to. He only pulls away to talk again. He rests his forehead on hers as he speaks, “Before you walk out, before we break apart, just let me love you once more, just a while longer.”
They both knew that it wasn’t good to love each other, but that didn’t mean that the feeling of love for each other was completely gone. Knowing that there was still a small spark that survived through everything only made things worse, it only made things harder. The spark made it hard for them to let go.
“Ken,” She whispers softly, but she can’t finish what she wants to say because Kendall begs to have her love for just a second longer,
“Please, please Rava.” With his soft, saddened pleads, she kisses him again. The two continue to have their feet planted still into the ground as they kiss, but he soon begins to move her over to the large couch that was just a few feet away from them.
She sits down and Kendall leans down to continue to kiss her pink lips. She still has the papers in her hands but they soon drop to the floor as they fall out of her grip. When the papers hit the floor, Kendall pulls away. He looks down at her then lets his hands slowly untuck her blouse out of her jeans, wanting to pull it over her head.
She watches his hands for a moment before looking back up at his face, “We can’t.” Her voice is still very quiet, it’s close to breaking and cracking as she still feels so doleful.
“Just let me love you once more, once more and then you can walk out that door.”
“What if I regret letting you do this?”
“You won’t regret, I can make you feel good.”
“No, that’s exactly what I’m worried about.”
“Why?”
“Because it’ll only make it harder for me to go.”
“Then don’t go, not yet.” He kisses her again and leans his weight onto her a little so she lies down on the couch. He’s on top of her now and kissing her so gently. He soon stands again then begins to unbutton her jeans. Rava just closes her eyes and her breath is heavy, she wants him just as bad as he wants her, but she is holding back her tears. She lifts her hips for him and he very slowly pulls down both her jeans and panties. He soon drops them to the floor and leans in to kiss her again.
He wants to take her shirt off but he doesn’t want to make her sit up again, he just wants her to lie back and relax and enjoy the moment. He now begins to take his own bottoms off and as he does so, he asks her, “Will you let me love you just one more time?”
Rava knows how bad of an idea it is, but she can’t help but comply and give in, “Yes, Kendall.”
“I want to make you feel good again,” he replies. His bottoms are off now, “Let me make you feel good again.”
“Kiss me Kendall.”
He leans in again and is on top of her again. He gives her a long and deep kiss before pulling his lips away. His hot breath is on her lips and his forehead is touching hers as he ever so slowly grinds his hips forward, making love to her before she can walk out the door forever. She moans quietly and he does the same shortly after her. Him being inside her again just felt so good for the both of them, there was no denying it. The last time they had sex was so long ago, she missed his touch and he missed her beautiful sounds.
He continues to make love to her, setting a slow rhythm. He is in no rush, he wants to make it last as long as he possibly can. He brings his lips down to kiss her neck and shoulder. Rava puts a hand on the back of his head and lets her other arm wrap around his back and sets her hand on his shoulder. She holds him close to her as they make love.
“Rava,” he whispers in her ear, “I love you.”
“Ken,” her eyes shut now, “don’t.”
He hums into her neck, “But I do. I love you so much. You are so beautiful.”
His slow thrusts never change, he doesn’t bother to move faster, he just continues to love her gently. He was usually always so fast when it came to sex, but this time, he takes his sweet time with her. The feeling of her around him again makes him moan quietly into her skin.
Rava can’t tell him that she loves him back, but she continues to let him love her with his body. She can’t get enough of him at the moment. His name comes out of her quivering lips, sounding like a pleasured whimper, “Kendall.”
“I’m right here.” He replies in her ear, “I’m right here for you.”
She ends up crying a little as she cums. She cries from both pleasure and pain. She cries from the loving pleasure he is giving to her. She cries knowing that she won’t ever be able to love him back. She knows that Kendall will always be the same, he is too damaged to be fixed.
He follows soon after her, finishing inside her. His moans are quiet and weak. He too almost feels as if he could cry. He pulls out of her carefully and soon pulls his dress pants back up. Rava just lies still as he dresses himself again. Her heavy breathing along with her sad sniffles is heard. Kendall takes her hands and helps her sit up and sits down next to her. He brings his thumb to wipe away her tears.
A pained smile appears on his face, “Still loving you means that I can’t hurt you.” He says, “So if leaving my ring on your finger and making you stay with me hurts you, I must let you go.”
She gives him the same pained smile back, “Just because I leave doesn’t mean I want to see you fail. I want you to grow from this.” She takes his hand in hers, “Please Kendall, just promise me you won’t let him ruin you anymore.”
She didn’t say his name but he knew that the certain ‘him’ was his father, “I won’t let him, I promise.”
Rava wants to believe him so badly, but deep down she feels if his answer sadly cannot be true. She kisses his forehead before she dresses herself again. He watches her the whole time, getting one more look at her before she can leave. Her eyes fall down to the divorce papers that are on the floor and she kneels down to pick them up.
They look at each other once more, Kendall now has big, teary eyes, “Goodbye Rava.”
Her reply is so quiet, it’s almost hard to hear, “Goodbye Kendall.”
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Notes:
I kind of made myself sad for them haha.
More Kendall requests will be published soon👀 stay tuned!
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Succession + Preludes
#succession#succession hbo#succ#kendall x rava#kendall x naomi#kendall x stewy#kenstewy#idk the ship name#preludes#natalya preludes#dave malloy#malloysicals#this song is so good#and so kendall roy coded#kendall roy and his love interests#kendall roy#rava roy#naomi pierce#stewy hosseini
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kendall definitely doesn't deserve rava but I still need them to get back together for MY mental health
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At what point in the separation do you think Kendall stopped wearing his wedding ring?
Ooo, permanently or situationally? Haha.
I think during their marriage and separation, he probably took it off a lot. I think Kendall's a character who feels the weight of responsibilities and relationships, and I think he's a character who sees meaning in iconography, and that those two factors - - well, marry with a wedding ring.
In itself, it's a symbol, right? The whole point of a ring is to signify an unbreakable bond, but a ring can be slid on and off, which means it's something unbreakable yet something moveable, and I think that's probably something Kendall took advantage of. I don't doubt that he loved Rava, I think we've seen a lot of moments in the series which show that the love they had for each other was something real, but I also think he was a terrible husband and that he probably was horribly unfair in the process of that marriage.
Like, god, we've seen the way he treats those who he views have to love him, aka his siblings, but to imagine the way he'd be with somebody who'd chosen not just to love him, but to marry and have children with him - - it's hard to imagine.
I suspect there was a lot of insecurity on his part as a result, that every happiness was met with unhappiness, that every fight ended in cruelty. Kendall loves a deflection, after all, which we saw so acutely in the s3 finale during the intervention, and I can see him ending every argument, especially ones about his drug use, with accusations of Rava being a gold digger or of thinking of leaving him, or of cheating.
Kendall's been taught that love is a power you wield over someone, after all, and to think that didn't factor into his marriage with Rava is I think unrealistic.
But yeah, in that sense, I think his wedding ring probably means a lot to him? I think he'd probably take it off when he was cheating, or when he relapsed post-rehab, but I also think for him it would mean that someone picked him, right? Someone chose to marry him, someone loved him that much once, and I think given his s1 denial about the divorce generally, he probably wouldn't have permanently taken it off until they signed the papers.
In that sense too, I kinda headcanon that he never got rid of it. That it still sits in a box in the back of his sock drawer or is slipped into the inside pocket of his overnight bag, this little reminder that someone who wasn't related to him loved him enough to put it in writing once. Maybe he even still puts it on sometimes, on the long nights, the bad nights, when he just needs to feel like that love is still there.
If nothing else, Kendall always invites the ghost of love back into his life. In so many ways, a ring will anchor that.
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I feel like girl Kendall would still treat her boyfriends like bros, in a similar vibe to "you're a good guy and I like hanging out witcha", and in the variation where Stewy is still a guy they initially start out fake dating to ward off skeevy assholes and that transitions into them dating for real. In the guy Rava version, I think he might have some Tom-like qualities with his "I can fix/save her" complex that he gets disillusioned of and a ridiculous amount of patience, but with more backbone and anger toward Logan.
I so want a guy Rava showdown with Logan. Not that guy Rava is more badass than girl Rava, but it's clear from "I went to Market" that Logan simply refuses to engage with her. As little as he thinks of Tom in S1 he still acknowledges him; so what if Tom had a backbone and didn't care about impressing Logan? And dared marry Logan’s #1 girl? And openly challenge him? I think Logan’s tantrum would be one for the books.
And Girl Ken/Stewy fake-to-real dating plotline is what this country needs to heal.
#sorry if everything i say is incoherent right now I'm withdrawing from a heavy duty med that is kicking my brain HARD#girlcession#kendall roy#boy rava#stewy hosseini#logan roy#kendall x rava#kenstewy
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kendall roy + ‘surrender’ by maggie rogers, 2022
part I - kendall and stewy
songs: that’s where I am / horses / shatter
#kendall roy#stewy hosseini#rava roy#kendall x stewy#kendall x rava#intertextuality#music#maggie rogers#my post
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rava and kendall were most likely together in 2002 can you imagine how many times rava had to go see 8 mile while it was in theaters?
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I’M SCREAMING her hand on his face while they’re fighting?!?!?!
#WHAT ARE THEY SAYING OH MY GOD#LOSING IT#??????#oh my GODDDDDD#what is thissssssss#they’re so passionate#why does succession brasil get everything so fast 😂#kendall roy#Rava roy#succession#kendall x Rava#Kenrava#succession spoilers#succession season 4#succession filming
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episode three kenrava ‘a psychopath who might hypothetically be the man — who loves you’ kill me
#literally how could you resist him — coke on the kids ipads and all#im not sure that i love you / yeah you do ☺️ / fuck you#wearenotbreakingup wearenotbreakingup#succession#kendall x rava
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the girls are fighting !!!!!!
pt 1. of 'argument'.
THUNK
for context on their fight, this takes you to the initial comic that started it all
#I spent so long on this I am a LOOOSSSEEEERRR#but ive enjoyed experimenting and developing my comic style#its fun to keep making and trying#when is pt 2. coming?? idk#kenstewy#kendall roy#stewy hosseini#college kenstewy#stewy x kendall#kendall x stewy#the last panel was me trying to capture that awful feeling#of anxiety/shame/regret/hurt when someone is mad at you and they're not responding#like ive had it and it feels like im gonna vomit. especially the silent treatment where you have to wait it out#the anxiety gets crazy#ALSO nobody cares but I was thinking of a plot at work and im implying stewy got so mad at ken-#for sleeping with rava he got drunk and like ahem gave head to a couple of guys at a party and like made out with a girl#its probably not clear but I tried to imply it with 'busy. I heard'
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We talk so much about Kendall not being NormalTM about Shiv, with anting her on his side in their private war against Daddy at all costs, him disliking Tom, obsessing over Shiv's child (and if it's not his, then he desperately wishes it was and certainly pretends on some level that this is the case)
But what about Shivvy being anything but normal about Kenny? She obsesses the scenario of Tom (who in a way she considers Hers) sleeping with one of Kendall's exes, maybe she just always had a natural dislike for every one of her big brother's girlfriends.
Maybe when Logan made that remark about Iverson not being Kendall's son, she was amused because yeah — why should have Kendall children from someone else?
Maybe she also pretends that her child is Kendall's if it's Tom's because even with the fallout between them, at least she got to keep something from Ken.
#kenshiv#kendall x shiv#roycest#kendall roy#shiv roy#succession#sorry not sorry i need to air my weekly delusions#the kenshiv baby will always be real in MY heart in one way or another#EDIT: removed the bit abt Rava cheating bc it was a very weird translation error so thats on me#also i was entirely unfamiliar w the term 'filing cabinet guy' until. 12h after making this post lol
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