#Men with plen?

[kissingupyourinnerthighs]

1000000 louder for those up the back.

Yes I'm hiding up the back - I need to remind myself of this daily!

Focus on yourself and everything else will fall into place.

I'm off to listen to some more Jordan Peterson.

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

The Prince - Chapter Five

A/N: First Sunday without a new hotd episode, how are we feeling? Hopefully, this fic can help fill that hotd void. Once again, thank you so much for all of your comments, likes, and reblogs on the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one, too <3

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader Word Count: 3.6k Synopsis: In Jace's absence, the reader contends with their feelings, finally coming to the realization that these feelings aren't going away.

Tag List: @rinisfruity14, @gaiaea, @rexorangecouny, @burningwitchobject, @brckenmemories, @thenotesapppoet, @elleclairez

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Tension hangs in the air throughout the entire Keep the next morning. As you walk down the halls towards Rhaena’s room, you hear hushed discussions, spot worried faces, and fear slowly creeps over you.

The first thing you hear when you get to Rhaena’s room is her hushed tone saying, “He’ll be fine.” You feel as though you’re intruding on something you shouldn’t be, and try to walk back out, but Baela spots you and waves you in.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say.

“You didn’t,” Baela says.

“Is everything alright?”

“There is unrest in the Iron Islands,” Rhaena says. “It seems the Lannisters and a few lords of the Iron Islands have been fighting over territory.”

“It is an uprising,” Baela corrects. “And the queen has sent Jace to attend to it.”

“Tend to it?” you ask quietly, panic icing your body.

“He’s going to be fine,” Rhaena says, looking to her sister.

“I know,” she says softly.

“He might not see any battle,” she says. “We don’t yet know what the status is.” They both look equally concerned for Jace, and you hate that you can’t share your own concern with them.

He had come to your room last night, and with a horrifying realization, you know he was coming to tell you goodbye. He had been trying to tell you he was leaving, and you had denied him.

“He’ll be fine,” you agree aloud, because he is your prince and that’s what everyone must say when the heir is in danger; but also because you need to believe it for yourself, too.

In the coming days, rumors spread. Some claim there is absolutely no warring in the islands, just quarrels between land-hungry lords. Others say it is bloodshed comparable to the peaks of the war. And there are those who declare it is all a ruse to solidify the crown's position.

None of it makes you feel any better. There is, however, the bitter hope inside of you that Lord Blacktyde is somehow involved and might be taken out by an arrow or swing of a sword, if fighting has indeed broke out. But your thoughts can’t rest there for long, so stuck on Jace are they.

You keep playing over what happened in the Dragonpit, how you left things. It seemed the right thing to do, albeit painful. There was no future for you and Jace, giving in to it for even a day would doom you for the rest of your life.

You try to throw yourself into other tasks. You embroider a dress for Jeyne, go to the coast with Rhaena to watch her bond with Morning, and keep your meetings with more suitors.

There is one such suitor, a Ser Swann, who you have met with twice before. He is kind, can sometimes make you laugh, and is by far the best candidate. But when he looks at you, when his hand brushes yours, you feel nothing.

You remember how you clung to Jace in the Dragonpit, the easy way he held you and made you feel safe. Even just the feeling of your hand in his sent a spark through you. You hate to compare the two men, but every interaction with Jace, even just a passing meeting in the hallway, left your heart racing.

During your date with Ser Swann, these thoughts never leave you. Everything he does, you imagine from someone else's lips, someone else's hand. That night, as you lay in bed, you toss and turn. It has been five days since Jacaerys left, and still, you cannot get him out of your thoughts.

Why did you refuse him entry? Why did you drop his hand? Why didn’t you kiss him, just once?

Jace had created plenty of opportunity for the two of you to kiss. He had sat next to you in this very bed, taken care of you, seen you at your lowest, and still he wanted to kiss you. He brought you to spar with him, clearly seeing the way you were longing for him, and kept you close to him, to see if you would finally act. In the gardens and in the Dragonpit, he had held your body to his, kept you safe, and yet, you pushed him away.

What was wrong with you?

He will return from the Iron Islands, you know. You have to believe. But the chance you might have had with him, you fear is quickly dwindling away.

You had told him he would ruin you, if you gave into your desires. But the truth was, he already had ruined you. You know that now. Ser Swann was a perfectly fine gentleman, and you could have been happy with him, if you didn’t know that there was better.

You are ruined for any other man, because every other man is not him.

You get very little sleep that night. When Brigitta comes in the next morning to wake you, you are already up, exhaustion written over your face.

“My lady,” she says, slightly in chaste, but also in concern.

“I’m fine, Brigitta. Nothing a cup of tea won’t fix.” She is silent as she prepares the tea for you, but when she brings it over, there is a note left next to the mug.

“He left that for you,” she says. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to read it or not, but I think you better.”

“Thank you,” you say, forgetting the tea altogether as you rip open the seal. Brigitta gives you a moment's privacy and goes about getting your outfit ready for the day.

Y/N – I am sorry to leave without saying goodbye. Do not worry for me, I promise I will return safely. I hope that the time I am gone will be enough space for you, as I would very much like to continue our conversation from the Dragonpit, if you’ll grant me such leave.

Yours, Jace

“Are you ready, My Lady?” Brigitta asks. You aren’t sure if she's referring to something in the note, the dress she holds in her hand, or something else, but the letter has given you a new sense of purpose.

“I am.”

As she gets you ready, Brigitta lets you know that the flowers in the gardens have bloomed and recommends that you see them for yourself today. You had forgotten to find a task for the day, and you’re thankful for her idea.

You are making your way towards the gardens, when he comes around the opposite hallway.

“Prince Jacaerys,” you say, stopping abruptly in the hallway. Your knees wobble, nearly knocking you to the floor, seeing him in one piece. “I didn’t realize you had returned.”

“Just,” he says. You take a moment to look him over, checking for any visible injuries.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t see you that night,” you say, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of your gown. Jace frowns at you, frowns at the movement. He glances at the guards following him and nods them away. You watch them slip into the nearest door.

“Don’t apologize,” he says, “You wanted to be left alone.”

“I did say that,” you say, “But if you are heading into dangerous territory, of course I would want to know, want to hear you out,” you say with a shake of your head.

“Needless to remind you, Y/N, I’m a prince,” he says, “Often I am sent to do dangerous things.”

“Of course,” you say with a tight-lipped smile. Sudden frustration fills your bloodstream at his cool demeanor. He has never acted this closed off with you and you aren't sure how to navigate through it. The courage you had felt when you left your room seems to be fading quickly.

“I got your letter,” you say weakly.

“Good,” he says, glancing down at his boots. There is a strange silence, that is so unlike the two of you. He is nervous, angry with with you, or just over his feelings? This behavior from him is so unexpected, you want to run away before you do something embarrassing.

“Well, welcome home, Your Highness,” you say stiffly.

“You sound as though you were worried for me,” he says, before you can turn from him. You meet his eyes, and somewhere in them, you see the Jace you know.

“You are the future of the realm, of course I worry for you,” you say. Jace lets out a tut of laughter, closing some of the distance between the two of you.

“Of course,” he says to himself. “Is that all?” he asks, his eyes locking with yours again.

“What?”

“Is that the only reason you worried?”

“Jace,” you say, your voice barely a breath.

“I hate it when you call me anything other than Jace,” he says with a smile. At the sight of that smile, ridiculously, your breathing turns shallow. You watch Jace’s eyes fall to your chest, watching the rise and fall of your breasts. You realize how close he has gotten to you, how close you’ve allowed him to get.

“I could have died, I very nearly almost did,” he says lowly. Your eyebrows scrunch in worry, and Jace brushes your hair out of your face, his hand cupping your cheek. “Because I know you, I know you must have thought about if I did. You must have thought about regrets, what you would do if you ever saw me again.”

“Jace,” you try again, putting a hand on his chest, partially to push him away, and also to feel him, feel his beating heart. He is right and he knows it. He has grown to know you so well in the last weeks. Every night, you played this moment over in your mind again and again, what you would do when you saw him again.

“Y/N,” he says, just as soft.

“I didn’t worry too much,” you whisper, lying, “You told me you’d return.” Jace’s eyes flick between yours and your lips.

“You believed me?” he asks lowly.

“Yes,” you say, realizing that it was easy. You trust him and believe in him. Up until the Dragonpit, you had truly thought that his feelings were based purely on attraction. But seeing him now, looking into his eyes, you know he was telling the truth. It’s love in his eyes, and a weight lifts off you when you realize the same feeling is inside you, too. You love him, and in that moment, you know that no matter what comes, you want him, for as long as you can have him.

“Was this enough time apart?” he asks with a smile, “I’m not sure I can—”

“Yes,” you say, and before Jace gets the chance to say anything, your lips finally, finally meet his. His lips are soft, and it only takes a moment for him to shake his shock and take control of the kiss. You very nearly moan as he does, seamlessly pinning you against the wall.

Your hands are on his face, in his hair, anything to pull him closer. When his tongue slips into your mouth, you do moan. The sound elicits a similar one from Jace, and he presses you firmer into the wall. His rough hands trail down your sides, gripping your waist, holding you flush against him. In that moment, you would have let him touch you anywhere and everywhere, just to keep him close to you, keep him alive.

A throat clears at the end of the hallway, and you snap back to your senses, breaking away from each other. You take a healthy step back from him and adjust your dress. Jace is breathing heavily, a beautiful smile on his face.

A glance down the hall reveals a white cloak, just a shoulder standing outside of the doorframe. You assume it’s Ser Harrold, thankfully bringing you both to your senses.

You look at Jace and both laugh when his eyes meet yours. He moves closer to you, and takes your hand, placing a gentle, but far too long to be proper, kiss to it. You take a shaky breath at the look in his eyes as he looks up at you.

“I love you,” you say gently. Jace’s eyes widen, and he looks to be in physical pain that he can’t kiss you again. He just smiles and gives your hand a squeeze.

“I’m sorry to have worried you, Lady Y/N,” he says.

“I’m just happy you’ve returned.”

“As am I,” he says. He nods down the hallway, holding out an arm for you. You take it, your pulse quickening at the closeness of your bodies. You look up at him, seeing the smile on his lips, the slight pink tint to them from your kiss.

“I need to see my mother, tell her about my journey,” he says, continuing the walk down the hallway, “But I want to see you as soon as possible. Will you join me for supper tonight? In my quarters.”

“Jace,” you start. He looks down at you, a smile growing on his face.

“Please.”

You can only nod your head. He smiles and breaks from your side, leaving you cold. He kisses your hand once again.

“My chambers, just after sunset,” he says.

“Yes.”

It is dark in his room when you arrive. This shouldn’t surprise you; he invited you after sunset. But in the dark, you aren’t sure what you’ll do. You broke all conduct and kissed him in daylight, with several guards within earshot.

Candles are strewn about his room. Soft light illuminates Jace in the corner, adjusting his shirt nervously in the mirror. In the reflection, he sees you, and a smile grows on his face.

He crosses the room in two strides and rest his hands on your waist. His lips are gentle when they meet yours. You push him off at the first brush, looking around the room anxiously.

“Don’t worry,” he says, tugging at your waist slightly to have you face him. “I dismissed all the servants. Ser Harold is the only one at the door. He has already promised his secrecy.” You let out a sigh, smiling at him as you trace his jawline with your finger. He closes the gap between the two of you again, and you don’t pull away this time.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says, resting his forehead against yours when he breaks away.

“Me too,” you say with a laugh. Jace kisses you again before taking your hand and leading you over to his table. A small feast is laid out before you. Jace pulls out a chair for you, pushing you in with ease.

“I hope wine is alright,” he says, pouring some into your goblet. “I know the mead we had before didn’t agree with you.”

“Wine is wonderful,” you say, “And I don’t think it was the mead that made me sick.”

“What then?” he asks, sitting across from you.

“Feelings I was trying to fight,” you say.

“You don’t seem to be fighting them anymore."

“I don’t think it’s a battle I can win. Or even want to win," you say, taking a sip of the sweet wine.

“And you came to this realization while I was gone?” he asks, drinking from his own glass. Your eyes watch the movement along his neck greedily.

“Before you left, I said that you would ruin me, if we gave into this feeling between us.”

“I remember,” he says, setting his jaw. You reach across the small table and take his hand, your thumb brushing against his skin.

“But while you were gone, I realized you already had ruined me. Ruined every other man for me. You infiltrated my mind and my heart, Jace. If I can only have you for a day, I’ll take it, rather than live my life with regret.”

“It won’t be just a day," he says, gripping your hand firmly, his eyes wide with emotion.

“I hope so.”

“I am still talking with my mother. We will find a way to keep us together.”

“I believe you,” you say, “But I don’t want to talk about the future anymore, uncertain as it is. I just want to be here with you tonight.”

Fuck, he could stay like this forever: his hands wrapped around your waist, yours on his shoulders, your soft lips locked with his. The evening had progressed to a couch in his chambers – neither of you ready to move to the bed just yet.

He had wanted this for so long, had imagined it a hundred times over. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine you wanting him just as much. Never did he believe you would love him, too. And never did he imagine that kissing you would feel this good.

Your hand cups his jaw, drawing him closer. Your chest presses against his. He wants to pull you in, wants your bodies to become one, but he reminds himself that this is just the first night. There will be more to come.

“Jace,” you say, breaking away to catch your breath. He is not so eager to break contact. His arms wrap tighter around you, pulling you into his lap.

“Yes?” he says against your neck, his mouth traveling down the slender column. You breathe shakily, your body pressing into his when his tongue glides over the sensitive skin at your collarbone. He hums happily, exploring which parts make you press into him, which make you whimper.

“Jace,” you say again.

“Yes, Y/N?” he says, smiling against your molten skin.

“It’s getting late,” you say, whining when he bites softly, careful to not leave a mark. “I need to get back to my own chambers.”

“But there’s so much I’ve yet to explore,” he says, looking at you. Your pupils are blown wide, a sight that fills him with male satisfaction. He tastes your lips softly, in between smiles.

“Like what?” you ask. A wicked look passes over his face.

“Well,” he says, “Here.” He kisses the hinge of your jaw, relishing the arch of your back at his actions.

“Here.” He bites gently on your ear lobe.

“Jace,” you gasp.

“And I didn’t even get to these,” he says, his hand cupping your breast. “You have no idea how much I love these.”

Despite what you said, you kiss him again, falling back onto the couch as he continues to palm your breasts. His hands move down to your hips, gripping tightly, and holding you flush against him. But never any further than that.

You stay there for a long while. Each time you suggest that you need to leave, Jace manages to convince you to stay. Eventually though, you extract yourself from underneath him. For a moment, you just look at each other, the flushed skin, the clothes that hang awkwardly.

“I love you,” he says, smiling at you as you try to bring some semblance of order to your unruly hair. You look over at him, a soft smile on your own face.

“I’m glad for it,” you say. You stand, tugging at your dress, before presenting yourself to Jace. “How do I look?” you ask.

“Gorgeous,” he says, taking your hand, kissing up your arm.

“I mean,” you say with a laugh, pulling your arm from him, “Do I look presentable?” He stands and looks you over for a long moment, making you shake your head. He snakes his arm around your waist.

“You do,” he says, kissing your lips softly. Your arms wrap around him again, and for a second, he thinks he might convince you to stay. But you hum against his mouth and pull away. Your hand rests on his chest as you catch your breath.

“Stop doing that,” you say with a laugh.

“Doing what?”

“Making me want to stay.”

“Maybe,” he says, gripping your hips, pulling you against him. He knows you can feel how much he wants you, how much he has wanted you all night. “You should just stay.”

“It’s late,” you sigh.

“Another reason to stay.”

“Brigitta will be expecting me.”

“Maids are good at keeping secrets,” he says, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I love you,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him gently. It’s the millionth time you’ve kissed him today, but still, each time feels like the first. Like it’s air, like it’s a touch he's waited for his whole life. “I have to go.”

“Let me walk you to your chambers at least,” he says as you pull from his grasp. His hand reaches for yours and trails out of it as you keep moving.

“I think I can make it on my own.”

“It’s late, you never know who might be prowling around the castle.”

“All the more reason to keep you protected, Your Highness,” you say, back resting against his door. Jace smiles, the title now feeling like a joke between the two of you, instead of propriety.

“I really can’t convince you to stay, can I?” he asks. You shake your head at him, a small smile on your face. “Very well.” He makes to open the door, but his hand instead rests against it, the other wraps around your waist, bringing your lips to his again. You gasp into the kiss, the sound making Jace practically feral with need. He holds you for a long while before you put a hand to his chest, bringing you both back to the present moment.

“Goodnight, Jace,” you say.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, reluctantly opening the door for you. Ser Harrold is stationed there still, and Jace feels a modicum of shame that the knight probably heard the last bit of your conversation. You exchange a look with him, your cheeks red with embarrassment, and you both laugh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.

“I look forward to it, My Prince.”

[thesensitiveleo]

moun toujou konnen ki kote pou jwen ou le yo bezwen lanmou ak akseptasyon, men le gode yo plen, yo bliye si w egziste.

[silence-between-seconds]

OK NOW YOUR TURN

pls pls ramble abt any niche interest you have

HELLO THANK YOU

*invokes inner history nerd* so. listen here colonizer and listen good. i will subject you to my random knowledge cuz due to youtube, undiagnosed neurodivergency and most importantly- bad jokes. i have a vari-tea of niche interests but the first thing that came to my mind was my knowledge of the history of how Indians became one of The Top Consumers of Tea.

how did this wonder-drug make its way into our masala covered hearts? what led to the fact that everyday at 4pm the word at the tip of most indians' tongues is "chai"?this is my thesis as a pro desi tea obsessed freak.

This story, like most in our history, starts with the arrival of the British. i would like to insert this picture i found in a video that i laughed at for a solid five minutes:

anyway

technically tea was invented in china, and for a very long time it was exclusively grown there. it was a very high class commodi-tea. it was considered so precious that in 1662 when king charles the second married the Portuguese princess catherine of braganza: her dowry was a chest of tea and THE ENTIRE ISLAND OF MUMBAI (then, bombay) for an annual lease of 10 pounds. let me make that clearer. THE PLACE WHERE A 1BHK HOUSE IS SO EXPENSIVE MOST PPL CANT AFFORD WAS EQUIVALENT TO THIS:

needless to say the brits was so freaking addicted man. they wanted this. so bad.

By the 18th centuary there was a war between the english and the dutch and the brit resources were down the toilet so they couldnt afford to spend all that silver on the trade of tea leaves with china. and china was uninterested in anything the white boys were offering.

UNTIL they discovered something china wanted.

✨Drugs✨

the white boys wanted that tea. and they would do anything. so they started growing opium in india (by that time they had colonized us bruh. they came into our backyard and were like "bro we're such good friends pretty please let me use ur backyard" "ok what do you want to do w it?" "i wanna grow drugs bro" "....ok" "you'll work for me no bro?" "why would i do that" "bro its ur backyard bro" "what-" *england pulls out slavery* "SHUT UP AND DO IT") (dont come at me lmao this is a very rough simplification of what happened)(imma get blocked for this?)

anyway, brits grew opium and smuggled it to china in return for TEA. FOR TEA. 40.

now after the charter act of 1833 (idk what that is exactly but basically brits lost its trade monopoly with china and so now china said we should see other people and it was an open relationship and britian got very pissed but they signed the act anyway i think)

to deal with this they established the Tea Committee (this isnt the first government board specifically for tea. there were plen-tea of others like the Tea Board Of India) which dealt w the extraction of techniques, tea seads and resources from the chinese. this was highly unsuccessful and china was not impressed. this is an example of british desperation they'll do anything at this point. (took everything in me to not insert pictures of how they treated indian farmers. it was *inhales, lets go of anger for my ancestors treatment* bad)

but in the end this qoute i found (undoubtedly by a white man) "fortune favours the white men" came tru and they got their way.

oh you thought i was done? haha babygurl i am not

in 1843 robert fortune, who was a scottish horticulturist, went on a solo trip to china to study (read as: steal) tea plantations. no actually apparently he did study cuz he published a book(i forgot the name).(yes. HIS NAME WAS ROB. FORTUNE. talk about being born for a job)

lemme insert a quick meme here:

(they actually hired him on the spot and gave the amazed man 500 pounds per annum and sent him off to china)

he was to perform what we call The Great British Tea Heist the brits had found their vigilan-tea

my guy was committed to his role and shaved his head and pretended to be a monk and after 3 months wrote a letter to his company saying "bro i got the goodssss"

lmao no this it what the letter said- "l have much pleasure in informing you," he wrote, "that I have procured a large supply of seeds and young plants which l trust will get safely to India."

NOW they finally had the greens and started planting it in india. over the years indian tea topped the market in britian as the best tea. mostly cuz the white boyz HYPED it up. they even started doing diss tracks for chinese tea. this is something read right out of an advertisment- "indian teas are more wholesome, purer, cheaper and better than chinese teas in every single way". white boyz started saying stuff like they got out of a toxic realtionship with china and a healthy one with india (but they were the toxic ones)

now brits tried to globalize indian tea to get the moneyyy~ from indians.

their first experiment with (another) government body for tea- Indian Tea Association began on the indian railways. these railways were the ancestor of the IRC-tea-C. basically they started making tea on the railway platforms. this started the trend of tea being the signature experience on every indian train journey, from the first class to economy, everyone was having it (cuz trains were introduced and quickly became popular in use). train tea was said to be better than the quality of tea in 5 star hotels. and this converted us from a nation of tea-totalers to teach addcits.

now i just have one thing to say in the end. HOW did the quality decline so badly my desi brothers and sisters? nowadays the tea on trains is basically water but brown. milk is a lie.

anyway. on the end we got it right. we took tea from the chinese and brits and we added milk and we added sugar and we got:

✨chai✨

you have reached the end. congrats.

[pumpkinsy0]

Mwen panse ke tou de Pony ak Curly gen diferan avni espwa youn pou lòt

Pony toujou vle viv yon vi trankil nan peyi a kache yon kote petèt

Curly vle deplase yon kote ki plen ak lavi ak enteresan

Se konsa, mwen te panse a yo jwenn yon kote ki kache nan New York, yo jis ap viv nan yon apatman, gen toujou yon kote ki enteresan si yo vle, men tou se yon apatman ki ba yo yon kote jis kalme epi yo kontan

li pa nan vil vil la, se kote sa yo w nan bilding apatman an brik nan Brooklyn

[fortunetellersdilettante]

હું તમારી સલાહ લઈને બરબાદી કરવા આવ્યો છું મને મારા પર છોડી દો, મને મારા પર છોડી દો હું તમારી સલાહ લઈને બરબાદી કરવા આવ્યો છું મને મારા પર છોડી દો, મને મારા પર છોડી દો ઓહ, મને તમારા વગર જીવવા માટે બનાવવામાં આવ્યો હતો પરંતુ હું ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું, ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું ઓહ, ��ું તારા વગર જીવવા માટે જ જન્મ્યો છું. પરંતુ હું ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું, ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું મને તમારા કાયમી બાહુપાશમાં જકડી રાખો ઉપર જોયું, ભયથી ભરેલું, નીચે જતા ઝુમ્મરની નીચે ફસાયેલા મેં તેના પર વિચાર કર્યો અને પડદો દોર્યો મને મારા પર છોડી દો, મને મારા પર છોડી દો જ્યારે તમે હેલેલુજાહ રમ્યા ત્યારે મેં "ડાઇઝ ઇરે" ને ગણગણ્યું મને મારા સેલ પર છોડી દો, મને મારા સેલ પર જો તમને કોઈ માસ્ટરની સેવા માટે બનાવવામાં આવ્યા હોત તમે ખુલ્લા હાથથી ડરી જશો, હાથથી ડરી જશો શું મને માસ્ટરની સેવા કરવા માટે બનાવવામાં આવી શકે? ઠીક છે, હું ક્યારેય સમજીશ નહીં, ક્યારેય સમજી શકતો નથી મને તમારા કાયમી બાહુપાશમાં જકડી રાખો ઉપર જોયું, ભયથી ભરેલું, નીચે જતા ઝુમ્મરની નીચે ફસાયેલા મને તમારા કાયમી બાહુપાશમાં જકડી રાખો ઉપર જોયું, ભયથી ભરેલું, નીચે જતા ઝુમ્મરની નીચે ફસાયેલા

hu tamari salah laine barbadi karva avyo chu mane mara per chodi do, mane mara per chodi do hu tamari salah laine barbadi karva avyo chu mane mara per chodi do, mane mara per chodi do oh, mane tamara vagar jivava mate banavavaman avyo hato parantu hu kyarey nahin samaji saku, kyarey nahin samaji saku oh, hu tara vagar jivava mate j janmyo chu. parantu hu kyarey nahin samaji saku, kyarey nahin samaji saku mane tamara kayami bahupashaman jakadi rakho upar joyu, bhayathi bharelu, nice jata jhummarani nice phasayela men tena per vicar karyo ane padado doryo mane mara per chodi do, mane mara per chodi do jyaare tame heleluzah ramya tyare men "dies ire" ne ganaganyun mane mara sale per chodi do, mane mara sale per jo tamne koi mastarani seva mate banavavaman avya hot tame khulla hathathi durry jaso, hathathi durry jaso shu mane mastarani seva karva mate banavavaman avi shake? thik che, hu kyarey samjis nahin, kyarey samaji sakato nathi mane tamara kayami bahupashaman jakadi rakho upar joyu, bhayathi bharelu, nice jata jhummarani nice phasayela mane tamara kayami bahupashaman jakadi rakho upar joyu, bhayathi bharelu, nice jata jhummarani nice phasayela

m pran konsèy ou e m te vini pou m detwi kite m 'nan tèt mwen, kite m' nan tèt mwen m pran konsèy ou e m te vini pou m detwi kite m 'nan tèt mwen, kite m' nan tèt mwen O mwen te fè yo viv san ou Men, mwen pa janm pral konprann, pa janm konprann Oh mwen te fèt pou viv san ou Men, mwen pa janm pral konprann, pa janm konprann Kenbe m 'nan bra etènèl ou Gade, plen ak pè, kwense anba yon chandelye ki pral desann m te panse sa sou li e te rale rido a kite m 'nan tèt mwen, kite m' nan tèt mwen Mwen te imilye "Mouri Irae" jan ou te jwe Hallelujah la kite m nan selil mwen an, m al nan selil m nan Si ou te fèt pou sèvi yon mèt Ou ta dwe pè pa men an louvri, pè nan men an Èske mwen ta ka fèt pou sèvi yon mèt? Oke, mwen pa janm pral konprann, pa janm konprann Kenbe m 'nan bra etènèl ou Gade, plen ak pè, kwense anba yon chandelye ki pral desann Kenbe m 'nan bra etènèl ou Gade, plen ak pè, kwense anba yon chandelye ki pral desann

Na ɗauki shawararka kuma na halaka Ka bar ni, ka bar ni a kaina. Na ɗauki shawararka kuma na halaka Ka bar ni, ka bar ni a kaina. An sa na yi rayuwa ba tare da kai ba Amma ba zan taɓa fahimta ba, ba zan taɓa fahimta ba An haife ni don rayuwa ba tare da ku ba. Amma ba zan taɓa fahimta ba, ba zan taɓa fahimta ba Ka riƙe ni a hannuwanka na har abada Ka duba sama, cike da tsoro, a ƙarƙashin lu'ulu'u da ke ƙasa Na yi tunanin haka kuma na cire tafiyar Ka bar ni, ka bar ni a kaina. Na yi ƙarya ga "Dies Irae" yayin da kake yin wasan Wasan Ka bar ni a cikin cell na, ni zuwa cell na Da a ce an sa ka yi hidima ga wani mai iko Za ka ji tsoro da hannu mai buɗewa, ka ji tsoro da hannu Za a iya sa in yi hidima ga wani shugaban? Ba zan taɓa fahimta ba, ba zan taɓa fahimta ba Ka riƙe ni a hannuwanka na har abada Ka duba sama, cike da tsoro, a ƙarƙashin lu'ulu'u da ke ƙasa Ka riƙe ni a hannuwanka na har abada Ka duba sama, cike da tsoro, a ƙarƙashin lu'ulu'u da ke ƙasa

לקחתי את עצתך ובאתי להרוס תשאיר אותי לעצמי, תשאיר אותי לעצמי לקחתי את עצתך ובאתי להרוס תשאיר אותי לעצמי, תשאיר אותי לעצמי הו, נועדתי לחיות בלעדיך אבל אני לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אבין הו, נולדתי לחיות בלעדיך אבל אני לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אבין החזיקו אותי בזרועותיכם הנצחיות; הביט למעלה, מלא פחד, לכוד מתחת לנברשת שיורדת חשבתי על זה ומשכתי את הווילון תשאיר אותי לעצמי, תשאיר אותי לעצמי זמזמתי את "Dies Irae" בזמן שניגנת את הללויה תשאיר אותי לתא שלי, אותי לתא שלי אם היו מכריחים אותך לשרת מאסטר היית נבהל מהיד הפתוחה, נבהל מהיד האם ניתן להכריח אותי לשרת מאסטר? ובכן, לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אבין החזיקו אותי בזרועותיכם הנצחיות; הביט למעלה, מלא פחד, לכוד מתחת לנברשת שיורדת החזיקו אותי בזרועותיכם הנצחיות; הביט למעלה, מלא פחד, לכוד מתחת לנברשת שיורדת

likahti at itzotech vevati laharos tashair shoot leatsmi, tashair shoot leatsmi likahti at itzotech vevati laharos tashair shoot leatsmi, tashair shoot leatsmi ho, noidati life bladich ebl ani laolam lo abin, laolam lo abin ho, noldeti life bladich ebl ani laolam lo abin, laolam lo abin hakhaziko shoot broeothicam wation; habite lamela, mela fear, lakud mithat lanverst xiardet heshbati al ze wamschati at havilon tashair shoot leatsmi, tashair shoot leatsmi zmazmati at "Dies Irae" bazman snigant at helloya tashair shoot lata slay, shoot lata slay em you makrihim youfor lashart master heyte naval mahid patuha, naval mahid ham nitan oocheric shoot lashart master? webechen, laolam lo abin, laolam lo abin hakhaziko shoot broeothicam wation; habite lamela, mela fear, lakud mithat lanverst xiardet hakhaziko shoot broeothicam wation; habite lamela, mela fear, lakud mithat lanverst xiardet

मैंने आपकी सलाह मानी और बर्बाद हो गया मुझे मेरे पास छोड़ दो, मुझे खुद पर छोड़ दो मैंने आपकी सलाह मानी और बर्बाद हो गया मुझे मेरे पास छोड़ दो, मुझे खुद पर छोड़ दो ओह, मुझे तुम्हारे बिना रहने के लिए बनाया गया था लेकिन मैं कभी नहीं समझूंगा, कभी नहीं समझूंगा ओह, मैं तुम्हारे बिना रहने के लिए पैदा हुआ था लेकिन मैं कभी नहीं समझूंगा, कभी नहीं समझूंगा मुझे अपनी चिरस्थायी बाहों में धारण करो ऊपर देखा, भय से भरा, एक झूमर के नीचे फंस गया जो नीचे जा रहा है मैंने इस पर विचार किया और पर्दा खींचा मुझे मेरे पास छोड़ दो, मुझे खुद पर छोड़ दो मैंने "डाइस इरा" गुनगुनाया क्योंकि आपने हलेलुजाह खेला था मुझे मेरी कोठरी में छोड़ दो, मुझे मेरी कोठरी में छोड़ दो यदि आपको एक स्वामी की सेवा करने के लिए बनाया गया था आप खुले हाथ से भयभीत होंगे, हाथ से भयभीत होंगे क्या मुझे एक स्वामी की सेवा करने के लिए बनाया जा सकता है? खैर, मैं कभी नहीं समझूंगा, कभी नहीं समझूंगा मुझे अपनी चिरस्थायी बाहों में धारण करो ऊपर देखा, भय से भरा, एक झूमर के नीचे फंस गया जो नीचे जा रहा है मुझे अपनी चिरस्थायी बाहों में धारण करो ऊपर देखा, भय से भरा, एक झूमर के नीचे फंस गया जो नीचे जा रहा है

maine aapki salah maani aur barbaad ho gaya mujhe mere paas chhod do, mujhe khud par chhod do maine aapki salah maani aur barbaad ho gaya mujhe mere paas chhod do, mujhe khud par chhod do oh, mujhe tumhare bina rehne ke liye banaya gaya tha lekin main kabhi nahi samjhunga, kabhi nahi samajhunga oh, main tumhare bina rehne ke liye paida hua tha lekin main kabhi nahi samjhunga, kabhi nahi samajhunga mujhe apni chirsthayi baahon mein dharan karo ooper dekha, bhay se bhara, ek jhoomar ke neeche phans gaya jo niche ja raha hai maine is par vichar kiya aur parda khincha mujhe mere paas chhod do, mujhe khud par chhod do maine "dies ira" gunagunaya kyonki aapne halelujah khela tha mujhe meri kothari mein chhod do, mujhe meri kothari mein chhod do yadi aapko ek svami ki seva karane ke lie banaya gaya tha aap khule haath se bhaybhit honge, haath se bhaybhit honge kya mujhe ek svami ki seva karane ke lie banaya ja sakta hai? khair, main kabhi nahi samjhunga, kabhi nahi samajhunga mujhe apni chirsthayi baahon mein dharan karo ooper dekha, bhay se bhara, ek jhoomar ke neeche phans gaya jo niche ja raha hai mujhe apni chirsthayi baahon mein dharan karo ooper dekha, bhay se bhara, ek jhoomar ke neeche phans gaya jo niche ja raha hai

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[alexbkrieger13]

It’s not really ”changing the setup because Arsenal lost”. I mean anons you can mock Arsenal going out all you want, but if you think about it, them going out is not good for the tournament. They’re a popular team with a lot of devoted fans so they create interest, and they could have sold 40,000+ tickets for some of their CL games. A lot of viewers means more sponsors, which benefits all of the UWCL, not just Arsenal.

The world cup changed its structure for this year, from 24 to 32 teams. Because the level has gotten better and more teams play at a high level. And it was the right thing to do, many lower ranked teams at the world cup did very well.

It’s the same for the Champions League. When Chelsea reached the final 3 years ago, there wasn’t even a group stage yet. Now there is a group stage of 16 teams. But it’s not meant to stay at 16 teams forever. The men’s side has 32 teams in the CL, plus two whole second divisions of Uefa tournaments with 32 teams each.

The women’s CL would be ready for 24 teams at least, 6 groups. And that’s not because of Arsenal. It’s because out of Arsenal, Man United, Real, Levante, Juventus, PSG, Paris FC, Wolfsburg, Frankfurt, Prague, Plus the Swedish, Norwegian and Dutch teams to make the League path round 2 qualifiers, only 5 teams can make the group stage. Arsenal and Juventus won’t be the only teams to be knocked out that could have done well in the group stage, and that have before.

At the same time you have 7 of 16 teams that are Champions from the leagues ranked 5th in Europe or lower. These teams almost never do well in the group stage. Like Vllaznia, Rosengård, Pölten last year.

It’s important that everyone gets a chance to qualify, but it’s also important that the UWCL is financially sucessful. It’s not smart to have a system that is likely to send a significant number of good and popular teams home before the competition even starts. The men’s CL is only open to 4 Champions from lower ranked leagues. Out of 32 slots in the group stage. They have given all of the slots to the top 4 teams from the best leagues instead, because they want to have the best teams playing each other in the CL. Arsenal men’s team don’t have to play the 3rd placed team from Spain for a slot in the group stage while lower ranked champions get more slots and an easier qualifier. Because they see it as a business. The Champions from lower ranked leagues get to play in the Europa League or Conference league instead.

You can discuss if that is good or bad, the men’s CL is more a super league than a league for all the Champions of Europe, but that’s how they do it. But that’s not how they do it for the women. We have the 2nd placed teams of good leagues play each other for a few avaliable slots, while Champions of lower ranked leagues gets their own, easier qualification path, with more avaliable slots. So it is not set up to have top teams from the best leagues, and the teams most likely to draw a lot of viewers, play each other in the Champions League.

I also don’t mean to say that everything is about money. But in women’s football it’s still about breaking even, and starting to make a profit. And that is important if we want the players to get better bonuses, for the UWCL to be able to expand or create a Europa League, for more teams to be able to invest and be fully professional. Expanding the group stage will most of all benefit lower ranked teams, the ones who usually don’t qualify, just like how it was in the world cup. Expanding the world cup wasn’t to make it easier for the USA or Canada, who always qualify, but it meant that on top of the US, Canada and Jamaica, Haiti, Panama and Costa Rica could qualify from the Concacaf as well. Because everyone had more slots with the expanded group stage (and the Concacaf was also successful in intercontinental playoffs).

yea I think we're more likely to see Europa League form to the women's side at the moment then an expanded group stage because yeah there are plenty teams that we're gonna massage for qualifying from this process Alone. And yeah it's in terms of marketing it is pretty bad that Arsenal didn't get through they were planning to play their Champions League game games at the Emirates and that is a massive investment and marketing opportunity that they will not have now.

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Lyrics Valeus Sisters feat Lovenson Clerveau - Padon (OFFICIAL VIDEO) 4K #Reperes Papa cheri mwen se mwen menm anko Mwen retounen fè menm sa m te dim pa tap fè a Je m toujou plen dlo manje pa gen gou nan bouch mwen M santi m blow,m santi m gon chagren tout jounen Son fado m santi ki sou mwen ede mwen,son favè map mandew Eske m ka jwen padon ou(malgre m priye,m tonbe) Eske m ka jwenn padon ou(malgre m kriye,m tonbe) Padon papa oh,padon papa Padon papa oh,padon papa (X fois) (Mpa sonje fraz correction verse la) Padon papa oh,mwen atriste lespriw,mwen abuzew,m desu w,ououh... M pa dako m pa lavim konsa Konnen m antò men vye dezi pa banm le chwa M pa kab ankò senyè mwen santi mwen fatige Chak jou mwen vini devan twon ou pou menm dosye a Men mpa gen chwa mwen pa vle w efase non m nan kaye a (X 2fois) Depi w pa la m pèdi otorite Tanpri papa,tanpri poko kite m Chak grenn peche m se chay lou Chagren seche mwen chak jou Je m toujou plen dlo manje pa gen gou nan bouch mwen M santi m blow,m santi m gon chagren tout jounen Son fado m santi ki sou mwen ede mwen,son favè map mandew Eske m ka jwen padon ou(malgre m priye,m tonbe) Eske m ka jwenn padon ou(malgre m kriye,m tonbe) Padon papa oh,padon papa Padon papa oh,padon papa (X fois) Source: Lien Youtube de la vidéo #gospel #music #worship #praise #news #musique #évangélique #actualités #bgospelmagazine #bgospel

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The Midnight Kiss

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Part 4: Are we there yet

“Azzy, Azzy. I haven’t seen you in weeks baby bro.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not, Azzy? I’ve called you Azzy since you were little.”

“And I never liked it.”

Elain massaged her throbbing forehead, feigning normalcy while feeling the heat of Cassian's stare in the back of her neck. He walked a step behind them, casually whistling, the loud tap of his shoes hitting the hard-concrete ground competing with the beep of Azriel unlocking his car. He opened the door with the same easy confidence he display on the nights before, as if his brother hadn’t popped out of nowhere and ruined her confidence to forget him. She stopped short beside him.

“Cass should sit in the front.” No way he would be comfortable on the back, that man was way too big to fit there, his massive legs would be all cramped with nowhere to spread. Mmmh, his spread legs…She glanced at his brother, discreetly checking him up and down.

“You sit there, doll.” Cassian politely refused.

“No, it’s bigger here. You sit.”

“No need.”

“I insist.”

“Don’t worry Lainy, I can fit anywhere with the right effort.” He winked. “Besides, I wouldn’t dare to interrupt your ride. Ridding the back is not proper for a first timer.” Now he was the one checking her up and down, making her extremely conscious, his suggestive tone tinting her ears the same tone as his read tie. Jesus, this man would be her death.

Elain noticed Cassian smirking at her evident embarrassed, but she wasn’t one to shy away from shameless flirting. Elain flipped her hair over one shoulder, twirling the waving ends in a deliberate slow motion, greeting him with an obnoxious smile of her own,  

“Who said is my first time?” Ignoring him completely, she turned to Azriel, pushing her purse in his chest. "Az gives me plen-ty of rides." Both men went still as she bypassed them, sliding with grace inside the car. Only when her seatbelt clicked in place did Elain noticed how the pink satchel seemed out of place in his stiff arms - stiff because he was frozen with a petrified expression in his face. Shit. Maybe she went a little too far. Whatever, it was too late to back down now, so she batted her lashes at him. "You coming?

Twenty minutes in, Elain was positive that if a pin fell on the car floor, she’d be able to hear it. The ride was that silent. God, this was uncomfortable. It didn’t help that she hadn’t been able to look at Azriel once since her big fat mouth decided to work against her. Again. Elain didn’t know why she did stuff like that, it was stronger than her. One minute she was having a normal conversation, on the next she was shamelessly flirting with her counterpart without a care in the world. It also didn’t help that Cassian’s brain seemed to run in the same speed as hers. They couldn't spend two minutes in each other company without making other people uncomfortable with their overly sexual innuendos and heavy jokes.

Inside the cup holder Azriel’s phone vibrated like crazy, but he only ignored it. Elain traced patterns in her purse, risking a glance at him. His back was ram-rod straight, hands on three and twelve, eyes fixed on the road, a slight downward frown on the corner of his mouth. Was he mad at her? He probably was. Elain mentally slapped herself for being so playful with Cassian in front of him. She and Azriel weren’t in love or anything, but she did agree to be his girlfriend tonight, it was shitty of her to be flirting with his brother on the next breath. She made a note to fix that habit near Cassian asap!

Ten minutes later Cassian was bored out of his mind. They had been sitting in this car, in silence, with no music whatsoever, for goddamn thirty minutes! Where the hell did Elain live? Canada?

“Are we there yet?”

“No.” Azriel responded, his phone buzzing.

That had been the only sound made in the car. Whoever was trying to reach him was perseverant, because it kept calling even when Az showed no signs of wanting to take the call. A light lit up inside Cassian’s brain. Was it a woman? If his brother was shaking Elain’s sheets, as Cass suspected, it would make sense for him to reject another woman’s call. Smirking, Cassian prepared to snatch the phone, his plan turning to smokes when they stopped on a red light, his brother using the opportunity to turned it off, dropping it back with a little more strength than necessary. He sighed and asked again,

“Are we there yet?”

“No.” Elain responded.

Cassian tapped his foot, drummed his fingers on his thigh, scrolled his phone, relaxed the knot of his tie.

“Are we there yet?”

“No yet.”

Cassian rolled his window down, rolling it back up when a quick rain began to fall.

“Are we there yet?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“No!”

Hiding behind her hand, Elain laughed softly, a part of her tension dissipating. She couldn’t help but compare Cassian with Donkey from Shrek, sitting there, bored out of his mind while the trio traveled to Far Far Away. At least he didn’t resort to doing that annoying popping sound with his mouth. She was about to ask Azriel if she could turn the radio on when the object of her distressed fantasies pushed his head between the seats, his silky hair brushing her upper arm.

“By the way Azzy, I’m going to yours.”

“Why?”

Cassian cleared his throat, mimicking an overly excited girly voice. “Sleepover!”

“No.”

“Come on. We can braid friendship bracelets and stay up late like the old days.”

“We never did that shit. Sleep in your own home.”

Cassian nudged Elain. “He is no fun this one, run while you can. Seriously, tho, I’m crashing with you.” His faced turned less playful. “My upstairs neighbor flooded his bathroom, which flooded my bathroom, now the entire block has the water shut down till they fix the pluming. Help a brother out, your brother.”

“No.”

“And where will I go?”

“Your girlfriend.”

“She’s in Miami.”

“Go to a hotel.”

“You know I feel lonely in hotels.”

“I don’t care.”

Venting dramatically, he turned to Elain, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Heard that, Lainy? My heartless brother wants me on the streets! You are my only hope now. Do you have an extra room?”

“No.” Elain clutched the edge of her sit, looking straight ahead. He was so close to her face she was afraid to breath. “Sorry.”

“No problem, we can do that there’s-only-one-bed thing girls enjoy in books.” He wiggled his brows, and unhelpful snort scaping her. Elain bit her lip to stop her comeback. She was dying to say, 'I sleep on the nude.'

Azriel slammed his foot on the break, nearly crashing on the black sedan in the front. A serious of honks and curses was thrown at them. He cared for none of them.

“For Christ’s sake, respect your girlfriend!” Azriel knew he shouldn’t be worrying about Mor anymore, that he should be defending his girlfriend, but the damaged part of him didn’t care for the unusually quiet girl beside him. No, all he could think about was, if he’s brother was this brazen with him right there, what wasn’t him doing when no one was near? Was he cheating on Morrigan and having affairs while she was away? Did he have a girl on the side? Azriel gripped the steering wheel tightly. Cassian was his brother, his blood, but if hurt Mor in any way…

“Relax. I’m joking with her.”

“It’s not funny.” He pushed Cassian’s head, forcing him to retract. "Put you damn belt."

“She’s laughing!” he defended himself. “The girl has a sense of humor.”

“Go to your girlfriend, go to a hotel, I don’t care. But don’t say that shit to her. You are being disrespectful no matter how funny you think you are.”

He exited the car, slamming the door on his way out. Elain looked around, only them noticing they were parked outside her place. Contrary to her bluff, Azriel didn’t give her plenty of rides.

Twice.

Twice he had taken her home before.

It was never Elain's intention to live in New York, Nuala's crazy suggestion of her moving here only being accepted by the photographer once she landed a permanent position in Marinos. After abusing her friend's hospitality for almost a year, Elain was finally able to save money. gathering enough for the deposit of a one-bedroom in a brownstone building in a cheaper part of town. The moving dried her to the last penny, so when her beloved Death Trap – a lovely nickname Nuala gave to her car – broke down again, Elain was left with no car. It was fine, she was used to the piece of metal dying on her.

By pure coincidence, Azriel saw her downtown on Tuesday, waiting for her second bus. He promptly offered to take her home, no doubt trying to be polite, barely did he know that Elain wasn’t one to refuse this kind of offers only to appear ladylike. Some called her cheap, the middle Archeron called herself a pro in saving up, so she said yes without even thinking too much about it. Later she remembered he might try to convince her of his crazy plan again, but her boss didn’t make a single move on her, he simply turned the radio on low and rolled the windows down, night breeze blowing her hair as they talked about nothing in particular. They didn’t even snarl or fought about anything! Elain was seriously impressed with their mutual civility. Silly fool. Had she known the pleasant nights were driving towards this disaster, she’d have caught that bus yes or yes.

Her door opened suddenly, startling Elain, who fumbled with her belt. Azriel was really mad now, there was no hiding the smoke coming out of his ears, the annoyed vein pumping on his neck. Still, he accompanied her to the door, waited for her to find her keys.

“This isn’t a prank.” she had her door halfway opened when his cold midnight warn hit her. “I didn’t ask you to date me as a prank. I hope you knew that when you said yes to me. I’m serious about having a relationship, Elain.”

"I know."

"Are you serious?"

Elain can’t look at him.

“...I'm trying to be."

"If you don't want to do this you have to tell me now."

"No! I want to do it. I do. It's just, I can't dislike him from day to night, you know how sometimes I speak before thinking,"

"I know."

"It's stronger than me."

“Be stronger. Don’t flirt with him.” Easier saying than doing it. Guilt twists in her gut. Azriel stepped closer until he was invading her space, craning her neck back, his scorching angry gaze holding her ashamed eyes. “Don’t flirt with my brother,” he repeats, “you are my girlfriend now. Mine. Don’t forget that.” The possessiveness in his voice raises goosebumps in her arms. She liked the way he said the word ‘mine’. His gaze slides up to her forehead, his free hand feeling the bump forming there. Elain hiss softly. “You better ice that.”

“I will.”

“I’m taking you out tomorrow.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You’ll want to.”

Elain couldn’t restrain the smile threatening to break free. Their bickering had toned down these days, more on the playful side of the thing than the ‘I hate you’ side. Sometimes she likes to contradict him just for the hell of it.

“Go inside.”

“Okay.”

His hand comes down to her cheek, his thumb moving back and forth against her skin. She holds his wrist, imitation his motion.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

They don’t move.

“Azriel?”

“Hm?”

“My kiss.” Elain closes her eyes, puckering her lips.

Azriel shakes his head in denial, thinking about how it’s impossible to have a serious conversation with her. Curiously, this doesn’t annoy him today, Azriel founding himself rather entertained by her attempt to be cute. The kiss is closed-mouth, chaste and quick.

Elain blinks in confusion.

“What’s this?”

“Your kiss.”

Elain is in shock. She wanted a good goodnight kiss, one to have lips tingling all night, one to have her stalker neighbor curling her toes in bed later. Where is the man who kissed the life out of her? She wants him back!

“What are you, a nun?”

“I knew you are a pervert. Good things come to those who wait, pervy.” He gives her another quick kiss, nudging her inside her building. “Go. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She mumbles mildly disoriented, but not for the reasons she’d like.

A few feet from them, inside the silver SUV parked by the curb, Cassian’s unblinking stare didn’t stray from the couple. He had jumped to the front sit as soon as Elain was out, winking her goodbye, the cute photographer blushing as she dipped her head in returned and followed his brother. Off they went, and Cassian staying scrolling on his phone without paying attention to a single thing appearing on the screen.

He didn’t know his brother had it in him, the ability to casually fuck someone. But the longer Cassian looked, the clear it got that this no casual fuck. No man drove they casual fuck home and accompanied them to the door, kissed them goodnight without guaranteeing an ass grab or a boob squeeze. Cassian could not remember seeing the two spending time with each other, didn’t know they were close enough to share rides, to stay in the same vicinity without yelling.  

Seeing his bother kissing Elain for a second time was quite a shock for two reasons. One, his brother wasn’t one to introduce his girls, Cassian had never met a single hook up, or girlfriend, or whatever, he was honestly waiting for Azriel to assume he was gay. Two, the girl he chose to kiss was the farthest thing from what Cassian assumed his brother might like. He always pictured Azriel coming out of the closet to introduce them to his tight-ass boyfriend, someone obsessed with fashion, cold and closed off, who didn’t know how to have fun and spent way too much time in suit pants. You know, someone like his brother.

Elain was nothing like him. The cute brunet with big eyes and a perky behind was easygoing, lively, and had the thing Azriel lacked the most; a good sense of humor. A girl like Elain was a much better fit for someone like him, too bad she was a Flowers and Chocolate kind of girl, and Cassian did not do flowers and chocolate. The idea of having a one night stand with her unsettled him for some reason. She seemed to fragile for that, to pure. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had been the common denominator to bring those two closer. How many times had Az come to her place? When he stopped to think about it, Elain hadn’t said her address, but his brother knew where to go. Knew to wait for the light coming to life in an apartment on the third floor, knew to wait for Elain to push her head outside the window, waving him. This development between then must have been going on for a while. And for some reason, this development unsettled Cassian.

When he saw the two of them getting cozy in the parking lot his instinct was to interrupt, so he asked for a ride. While in the car, Cassian noticed that he didn’t know where Azriel was taking Elain. Were they spending the night together? A lump of rocks settled on his stomach. It was impossible to say where the fuck they were going in the long silent ride. Before he knew it, Cassian was inventing some shit about his bathroom to have an excuse to crash in his brother’s. Azriel might not be gay, but he was a prude. No way he was having sex with some else nearby.

Azriel put the car in reverse and Cassian spread his legs on the leather seat, a lazy smirk blooming; his favorite weapon.

"Kissing your employees goodnight now, huh. Is that new Union's Right?” Azriel didn’t bother to answer, making a U-turn. “Till yesterday you were all ‘Cassian, stop hitting on my employees. Cassian, stop fucking my models,’ When I do it, it’s harassment, when you do it, it’s a ride.”

Silence.

“Your tune changed pretty fast, little bro.”

Nothing.

“I wonder how many of the girls under you, you are fucking,”

“Why do you care?” Azriel snapped. Finally.

“Because you care when I do.” Cassian shrugged, pretending to be unfazed. Now he would get some answers. “Hypocrite much?”

“Contrary to you, I'm no fucking her and never looking at her face again. I'm dating her.”

…Dating her…

"And how many other?"

"Just her. Elain is my one and only girlfriend," he slid his gaze to Cassian. "What about you Cass? How many others?"

"Just Mor," he answered absently.

Dating her...

Dating her...

Annoyed, Cassian ran his tongue over his teeth.

No, he definitely didn’t like this development.

[galacticwildfire]

The Storm Queen

Four

Cassana arrives at Winterfell and meets her betrothed, becoming more taken with him than she could have ever anticipated, while Robb quickly tries to learn how to court her properly until his fairytale is dimmed by Ned's warning of her family and their involvement in Jon Arryn's murder.

Word Count: 5.3k

Tags/warnings; arranged marriage, drinking, lots of fluff here, young love, cersei, drinking, no real warnings here, more suspicion coming into play

~

Cassana

It's not long before the feast becomes drunken and rowdy but I only find myself feeling more at home.

"It's not too much?" Robb asks as he looks around the room and I can't help but laugh.

"No, not at all," I smile to myself as I sip my wine.

"Are you allowed to drink so much?" he asks and for a moment I'm slightly offended until he glances at my mother who's watching and I realise that he's asking out of fear of my mother rather than his own concern.

"It's quite alright," I laugh dismissingly. "My drinking habits come from my parents, and tonight is a night to celebrate."

I raise my glass and he raises his as well.

"Indeed it is."

We both take a drink while maintaining eye contact and I don't know if it's the drink or something else but I can't ignore the fluttery feeling in my stomach. Something that I've read of but have never actually felt before.

Until now.

We're interrupted by a man perhaps just a little bit older than Robb who asks "Are you going to introduce me?"

"Cassana this is my fathers' ward Theon-"

"Greyjoy," I finish knowing very well who he is and why he is here, but I know my Father openly despises the Greyjoy's but I've never been one to support prejudice. Yet as I look at him I'm even more grateful father betrothed me to Robb instead of Theon as the council has recommended. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Theon just laughs "Sure it is." He slaps Robb on the back. "I'm going to find some stronger ale."

He leaves as abruptly as he came and Robb looks somewhat embarrassed. "Theon is like a brother to me."

"Ah," I realise, if Robb has taken the Greyjoy as his brother instead of his prisoner then that says what kind of a man he is, what kind of heart he has. "Well, I suppose I'm going to become well acquainted with him then."

"I know he's a Greyjoy but he's a good lad."

I put my hand assuringly over Robbs. "I'm sure he is," I say lightheartedly. "Don't worry I'm not my father, I won't go marching around with a giant hammer ranting about the Greyjoy's."

He laughs and with the liquor in me I stroke the side of his hand, if I want to see more of his heart then the best chance is to see how he is with those he loves. "Introduce me to whoever is important to you, there's no better place than a feast."

For a moment he looks surprised then his eyes soften into something akin to adoration. Taking my hand in his he guides me over towards the back of the room towards his father and he hugs an unfamiliar man who is talking to Ned.

"Uncle Benjen," Robb grins and I realise that he must be the Stark who joined the Night's Watch.

"Look at you, you're a man now," Benjen says patting Robb on the back, a common sign of affection among the men here. "You're even getting married."

"Uncle Benjen this is Princess Cassana," Robb says introducing me proudly.

"Princess," Benjen says nodding his head respectfully.

"You are a man of the Night's Watch?" I ask equally respectfully. It's no secret amongst the council that the Night's Watch is run down and they only see it as a place to send criminals however I know the history of it.

There are far too many maesters reports of the Long Night to laugh at the idea that the creatures beyond the wall are mere stories, but no matter what anyone believes they are certainly needed to protect from Wildling invasions.

"I am, if you have your Fathers ear we could use some more men."

"I'll speak to my Father," I promise him, when in reality it's the council I'll speak to considering they'll actually act, unlike my father. "I'm sure there's plenty of men in the Black Cells that can be delivered to the Wall."

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my Father drunk with an equally drunk woman in his lap.

"Your Grace please excuse us," Ned says guiding his brother away, most likely for Nights Watch business.

My fathers' laughter echoing through the hall makes me cringe as he so openly disgraces my mother and himself. As king, he can do whatever he likes, even so, if I was ever king I would never disgrace myself in such a manner.

I clear my throat. "Robb, can we get some air?"

"Of course," he says and with his hand on my back he guides me out of the hall.

When we're outside in the cool air his hand slides down to my waist and remains there as he asks "Are you alright?"

I decide to laugh it off. "I'm fine, I'd just rather not watch my father carry on like he is."

"Well," he says awkwardly "I wouldn't want to see my father like that either."

"Your father is an honourable man Robb, surely you're in no danger of seeing that."

"But he still managed to father a bastard," a voice interrupts and we turn to see a black-haired man wielding a sword.

For a moment I'm shocked anyone would say such a thing to Ned's son and wonder if I'm about to witness a fight until I see the warm smile they give each other and realise who he must be. The bastard my father once mentioned.

"Who is my favourite brother," Robb finishes. "Jon this is the princess Cassana, Cassana this is my brother Jon Snow."

"Princess," Jon says politely but I can detect a hint of hostility in his voice that Robb doesn't pick up on.

"I didn't see you at the feast?" I ask and he almost looks amused.

"Lady Stark thought it might offend the royal family to have a bastard seating in their midst," he comments bitterly and now that hostility makes sense.

"Jon-" Robb warns but I wave off his concern, it's no wonder Jon's offended.

"No it's alright," I assure Robb and turn to look at the black-haired man who must be almost the same age as Robb, there could only be mere months between them at most. "And the only bastard that offends the royal family is my brother Joffrey."

His eyebrows raise in surprise and his demeanour changes completely as a hearty laugh escapes him "Well I can't argue with that."

Robb laughs in agreement and it seems that word of that little prick has spread all the way to the North. I'm unsurprised. He is infamous for his... I don't even know what to call it. Developing sadism?

"Come inside with us," I offer but Jon just laughs off the suggestion. "Please, I insist."

He seems like a decent man, just like Robb, however far quieter in nature, solemn even. Then again as a bastard that probably would have been expected of him. Regardless, he should be seated with his family.

"You might not mind but Lady Stark will," Jon says and I look up at Robb in confusion only to find his eyes on the ground.

"Robb?"

He looks at me and explains "My mother as you may understand is not so fond of Jon, she made the point that she wouldn't have him there in sight of the royal family."

As a woman, I can certainly understand her offence but it's hardly like Jon chose this life for himself.

"Nonsense," I dismiss. "If you get into trouble I'll happily tell her it was by my request, now come on inside. I don't know about you two Northerners but it's freezing."

Robb gives me a thankful look and Jon wears a small smile as we go to return inside the hall but a familiar figure appears.

"Uncle Tyrion," I grin, glad to have a familiar face who isn't drunk or angry. "I missed you earlier."

"It seems you've been occupied," he teases as he walks over with the usual glass of wine in hand "So is this your fiancé?"

Robb clears his throat "Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tyrion."

I note the lack of warmth in his voice. One thing I am quickly coming to realise is that Lannisters are not as welcome in the North as I had previously thought.

And Robb's apparent apprehension is something I had also not anticipated, something that indeed rubs me the wrong way.

Yet more than anything else it confuses me.

Why is there any apprehension towards my family at all?

~

Robb

Cassana goes oddly quiet as I address Tyrion Lannister.

I don't know why Aunt Lysa doesn't trust them or why my father is suspicious of them but if any Lannisters are likely to be up to anything it would be the imp and the queen from what I've gathered.

Cassana however seems strangely fonder of the dwarf than any of the others.

"I'm sure it is a pleasure," he says glancing at Cassana who looks displeased.

"Well, Tyrion is my favourite uncle," she says to me almost defensively despite the smile on her face and I realise she might have picked up on my apprehension towards him.

"I wasn't aware," I laugh nervously feeling the tension in the air.

"Well, you two hardly know each other yet," Tyrion interrupts and the reminder is harsh. "But that will change in time."

"Of course," she says holding onto my arm with kind eyes and I'm glad I haven't caused offence. "I've enjoyed getting to know everybody here tonight."

"All sorts of people I see," he comments.

It's then I become aware Jon still stands with us. No other royal, or even a noble lady, would invite a bastard to a royal feast, let alone insist on it.

Everyone knows about the Greyjoy rebellion and that Theon isn't here as a guest, I was worried about how she may react but she had no prejudice against him and even now with Jon, she makes it very clear that she doesn't care what he is. Or if she does she doesn't let it show.

Even more interestingly she even seems to be against the Lannisters with how she speaks about her brother and mother.

These are things I'll have to tell my father to put him at ease. I still don't know what he's suspicious of but I'm sure I'll find out.

"I haven't seen you since you decided to see what the North had to offer, did you get lost on your way here?" Cassana jokes with him fondly and from the look in his eyes, he is also fond of her.

"I'm surprised you noticed," he comments as he turns his attention to me. "You seem to have been kept occupied."

Even in just the moonlight, I can see her cheeks turn a shade redder and it's only then I realise that mine have as well.

"Well it certainly has been an eventful day," she says as she glances at me but Tyrion looks between us, oddly protective of her.

"So you are the man who will be marrying my beloved niece," he says as he looks me carefully in the eye.

"He is," she says as she looks up at me "I believe my father found me a good match."

"I hope so," he says never looking away from me "Cassana your mother is asking for you, why don't you see what she wants while I become acquainted with my future nephew."

Only then I realise that by marrying her I won't be joining with just house Baratheon but also house Lannister. Perhaps that's why father is apprehensive.

She sighs heavily then squeezes my arm "I'll be back," she promises then says to Tyrion "Don't torment him."

"I won't," he promises with a wink and I look to Jon for help. "I believe I've already spoken with your brother."

Cassana looks a little alarmed and asks Jon "Will you escort me back inside?"

I'm surprised by the request, as is he. He seems stunned before clearing his throat and accepting. "Of course your grace."

They start walking away and I hear her whisper. "If you wouldn't mind I'd rather take the long way back to the hall."

And I realise I'm not the only one who's afraid of the queen. But I may be the only one who's afraid of her uncle.

"I suppose this isn't just small talk?" I gather and he almost looks impressed.

"Smart boy," he praises "I don't mean to scare you-"

"I'm not scared," I immediately reply and he looks amused.

"Perhaps you should be," he says as he looks me up and down with the same analytical look Cassana gave me when we first met "You are marrying the princess of the Seven Kingdoms, she is an heir to the throne."

I stare at him in confusion "Yes but she's a woman?"

"She is but out of all her siblings she has always been the best fit to rule," he begins, choosing each word carefully. "She always wanted it. She has her mothers charms and acts like a lovely lady who is happy to be the wife of a Lord, and to a degree that is true but she is not a lady, she is a princess and a Baratheon of Storms End."

I know very well what she is and I gathered from our conversation earlier that she wished she could fill her fathers' shows but he's only confusing me. It almost sounds as if he is warning me.

"I don't understand why you're telling me this?"

"Well remember that you've only just met her. She has a good heart, considering who her mother is I don't know how her heart ended up so good but she is also ambitious. You can thank our good king Robert for that," he says taking a long drink. "My family is a complicated one, my father loathes all of us children for different reasons however he does seem to like Cassana but she doesn't like him for many reasons, she also loathes her mother and Cersei hates me but-"

"Your point?" I interrupt and he clears his throat.

"Right back to my point, us Lannister's may despise each other but we also protect each other. Cersei would burn the world down for her children. I love my niece and I want her to be happy here but you must understand that for her entire life she has wanted to succeed her father. She wants to be more than just a princess or a lady. She won't sit idly by forever, she'll be harder to please than most women."

Finally, I understand. When he finally boils down to his point he just wants her to be happy. Perhaps he isn't as bad as I had thought. I certainly haven't had anyone else in her family come and speak to me as he has.

"How do I make her happy?" I ask knowing that I won't get a better answer from anyone else "If she's as complicated as you're making her sound then what do I do?"

I know my father did what he could to make my mother happy here, well except for coming home with Jon, but other than that he tried to make her feel welcome.

Tyrion smiles a little and I can see approval in his eyes. "Well, she's always felt suffocated as a princess. Not by expectations or pressure, she could always handle that without a problem but she wanted freedom, control over herself. She has always wanted to express her opinions, actually have a hand in the politics and the ruling part of being royal, unlike her father. She's always wanted to ride and hunt and do all of that as he does but Cersei wouldn't allow it. She wants to be free and well the North is a wild country," he says and as he realises that his glass is empty I know this conversation is coming to an end so he sums it up "If you want her to be happy let her be free."

It seems like such a stupid thing to say. To let her be free. I wouldn't own her, I wouldn't want to control her but I know things are different in the south. Even here in the North, I can see how Sansa is making herself into a proper lady as she believes she should be and how Arya struggles to conform with that idea. I can't imagine what that pressure must be like for a princess. I don't want her to have to pretend around me, I want to see who she is, who she really is.

"I want to be a good husband and I want to make her happy," I promise him. Seeing her smile and the life in her eyes affects me in a way I never expected, all I know is that I want her to be happy.

"Good," he says satisfied. "She was hesitant about this arrangement but she seems quite taken by you already."

"Really?" I ask as my cheeks go warm again.

She's taken my breath away more today than any woman ever has and as I expected already everything has changed. Although she's being playful and trying to get to know me I hadn't known how she truly feels. If she feels as I do.

"She is and she happens to be a good judge of character, as am I," he says seeming content. "I look forward to the wedding."

As he wanders I know that tonight is the night to make my impression on her. To show her the man I am, the man I will be for her.

~

Cassana

Jon walks beside me back to the hall.

Well, the longest way possible. I'd rather make small talk with him than confront my mother.

"You know you don't have to invite me in," he says anxiously now that we're alone. "Robb loves his mother Lady Stark but well..."

"Mother's can be difficult," I finish as I find myself walking slower knowing what awaits.

"Even yours?" he questions and I find myself laughing in amusement and dread.

"Especially. I'll admit, sometimes I feel like the bastard amongst my own family. It's why Tyrion and I are so close."

"You feel like a bastard?" he scoffs and I notice the bitterness in him at the word. The hatred for it.

"My mother hates my father, despises him and everything to do with him," I find myself confessing as it is common knowledge by now. "And here I am. The Baratheon girl amongst all these blonde Lannisters. The odd one out. Not quite Lannister enough for her, and too much a Lannister for the rest of the Baratheons. But I do not complain, I am a princess, far more fortunate than most. I could never presume to understand what it must be like to be a true bastard, how you must be treated by both strangers and those closest to you, but I can understand what it is like to be seen as one in the eyes of a mother. There is nothing worse."

"Aye," he agrees and he's quiet for a long moment, considering what I've said. "Your uncle Tyrion, when he spoke to me earlier he said to never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not, wear it like armour and it can never be used to hurt you."

I find myself surprised by Tyrion approaching Jon but then again Tyrion is much like myself when deciding who to speak to. "It is good advice. He's my favourite uncle, probably the smartest man I've ever met. He seeks knowledge, understanding. He finds himself engaged in conversation with people from all walks of life. Especially those who are shunned by society as he is."

"Well it seems he's taught you a great deal," he says and I can hear genuine respect in his voice. "It's not every day a princess treats a bastard as highly as you do."

His words do sadden me to a degree, his treatment by Lady Stark. Just as Tyrion's treatment by the rest of my family saddens me. Being treated as less solely due to his birth despite having the same upbringing as his siblings.

"A persons birth should not affect the respect they are entitled to," I tell him. "Whether they be a dwarf or a bastard. I've always believed a person should be judged by their character rather than birth."

He looks at me in complete awe. While my opinions are simply humane and logical I know they are very rare.

"I can see why Robb likes you now," he says and I'm curious. "He said you were different but I never realised how much. It's certainly not every day someone says a prince is more of a bastard than an actual bastard."

"Trust me I've called him far worse," I say and he laughs. "Families are complicated, to say the least."

"So is that why you've gotten me to take you the long way back, because you don't want to speak to your mother?" he asks and I begin to realise he's more perceptive than the average man to say the least.

"Let's just say she didn't know about the betrothal until a few hours ago."

"Ah," he realises. "I can't blame you then, I don't want to cause any offence but she seems a little-"

"Terrifying? Overbearing? Yes. She is."

He chuckles. "I'd imagine you'd be glad to get away then."

We come to stand outside the door to the hall and I can feel the warmth. "Well, I'll certainly be glad to get away once she's finished with me."

"Aye, well if it helps Lady Stark won't be happy with me either once she catches me talking to you."

"Well if my mother is offended by any of you Starks it's by your brother," I assure him knowing which one she wants to murder. "You're the last person that would cause offence."

The corner of his lip curls up and it's only in that moment of silence I realise how easy it is to speak to him while I'm still fretting over almost every word Robb and I exchange.

I was under no obligation to like  Jon, or even speak to him really, and he was under none to like me. He certainly doesn't have a filter and perhaps that's what's put me at ease, the fact I know he means everything he says.

The fact he looks at me with genuine respect.

"We best go inside," he suggests and so I reluctantly enter.

We stand at the back entrance and if I could hide behind him I would but it's a little difficult considering we stand at nearly the same height.

"You'll be fine," Jon tries to assure me but I'm not the only one hiding. It's clear he's trying to avoid Catelyns gaze as well.

My mother doesn't spot us but I notice Ned and Benjen looking at us and talking in hushed voices.

For a moment I'm worried I've gotten Jon into trouble but they aren't angry, if anything they look saddened but I don't know why.

Yet I swear as I pass by I hear her name mentioned.

Lyanna.

The woman who has haunted my father for seventeen years.

Her memory likely being another reason my mother looks so cold as I approach her.

"Mother," I greet as I'm summoned to where she sits with Robbs mother. "Lady Stark."

"Princess Cassana," Catelyn also greets, nodding her head respectfully. "How are you enjoying the feast?"

"Very well," I smile. "Robb has been introducing me to people."

"I was hoping he would," she says seeming relieved. "I remember when Ned brought me up here for the first time, I was terrified."

"Well I was nervous but I'm already beginning to feel at home," I say truthfully much to my mother's displeasure. "Robb has been showing me around Winterfell and I think I'll be very happy here. You raised a good man Lady Stark."

"I'm glad," she smiles warmly "That's really all you can hope for as a mother."

As I look to my own mother who is watching Joffrey mock one of the serving girls I know that she can't relate, however she still nods her head "Indeed."

"You summoned me?" I ask her and through her polite facade I can see the betrayal underneath, she knows that I knew.

"Yes, I was rather surprised to hear of your betrothal," she says stiffly. "It seems your Father told everyone except for me."

"Well, Father says it's been finalised," I say as I notice Catelyn suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "And I am looking forward to the wedding."

"Is that so?" Mother asks. "Most brides are terrified before their wedding, I know I was."

"Well I believe father made a good match," I tell her and I see her struggling not to snap, for once she is not in control. "In fact, I believe Uncle Tyrion is talking to Robb so he'll be able to attest to that."

My mother looks me in the eye and it's what it always has been with us. A power struggle.

"Actually I think Robb's just come inside," Catelyn says breaking the tension.

"Perfect," Mother smiles fakely "I can finally meet my future son in law."

Although her voice is chirpy I can hear the bitter disdain hidden in it. She doesn't want to let me go. She wants to keep her claws buried in me.

"I'll get him," I smile knowing how to keep up appearances just as well as she does.

Robb's chatting to Theon and Jon when I find him.

"Robb, you're back," I smile as I wrap my hand around his arm. "My mother would like to be formally introduced."

Theon snickers under his breath while Jon gives me a knowing look and I know which of the two I like best.

"Should I be afraid?" Robb asks rubbing his hands together nervously.

"Very," I answer taking his arm to guide him over and as he blinks at me I can tell that's not the answer he expected. "You should know that I'm nothing if not honest."

Well, occasionally.

"Well at least I got a warning," he comments as we approach where they are seated.

"Your Grace, this is my eldest son Robb," Catelyn introduces while my mother glares at him.

"And this is my mother," I continue "The Queen."

My mother watches him silently, waiting for him to speak first. He nervously clears his throat but his voice is nothing but confident when he finally speaks.

"Your Grace it is a pleasure to meet you and to be betrothed to your daughter."

"Is it?" she asks and I know that she's going to torture the poor man. Perhaps I should have let Tyrion do it properly as a trial run. "Most men are quite nervous or even apprehensive when it comes to their future brides."

I can tell what she is doing. She is trying to inflict doubt in him, and in me. She has always played mind games.

"Not at all," he immediately replies and as I look at his expression I realise that he isn't blind, he can tell what she is doing. He watches me as I lean in closer to him "I look forward to our wedding."

"As do I," I smile and watch her eyes burn.

Any doubts about him disappear before they can arise. Barely knowing me he still stands with me before my mother as a united front. Catelyn is taken by surprise by our sudden affection but as she glances between my mother and I, realisation dawns in her.

"It will be lovely," Catelyn smiles and my mother nods her head while grasping her glass slightly tighter.

"Indeed," she agrees painfully.

"Now if you will excuse us," I say politely taking the first chance to remove ourselves from this conversion. They nod their heads and I guide Robb away from them.

"I understand what you meant about your mother now," he comments when we are out of earshot.

"And everyone in Kings Landing is just like her and worse," I say bitterly "Can you see why I always wanted to live in the Stormlands?"

"Indeed I can," he says and once we are somewhere private he stops and to my surprise takes my hands in his. "But you're in the North now and her opinion won't matter, you won't have to deal with her or any of that up here. I want to be a good husband to you and an honourable man."

As I gaze into his blue eyes I wonder just how I came to be so lucky. I almost can't believe it. Most men wouldn't give a damn what their betrothed thought of them. Robb knows that whether we like it or not we will be wed but he still wants to court me.

"I truly believe you will be," I smile and I've never meant any words more. "I hope I can be a good wife."

His smile matches mine. "I'm sure you will be." His thumb strokes the back of my hand as he adds "Your uncle had quite a conversation with me."

"He didn't torment you I hope?" I ask knowing what Tyrion can be like. Mind games and manipulation are Lannister traits. At least he isn't cruel like my mother.

"Only a little," he chuckles before his expression turns more serious "He just wanted to know that I'd treat you well, it's rare to see someone like him show so much concern for his niece."

I smile to myself. "Well he is protective, to say we are close would be an understatement. I love him dearly."

His hands tighten around mine I realise he isn't finished. "He certainly likes to talk and what he made clear is that there are no other women like you. You are a princess and while I can't give you a crown I can give you a good home, a loving family and a husband who will treat you honourably. I can only hope that you'll be happy here."

Tears burn in my eyes as my heart becomes overwhelmed.  No one in my entire life has ever had such pure intentions for me. No one, never.

"Are you alright?" he asks as he caresses the side of my cheek and although my eyes are teary I smile brighter than I ever have before.

I place my hand over his and look up into his eyes "I will be very, very happy here Robb."

And just like that everything has changed.

A good home and a loving family is what I have always wanted. My father and mother love me in their own ways, uncle Renly is kind, Jaime is protective in his own way and Tyrion has always been loving so I have had love in my life but we were never a family.

They all despise each other, even if they love me how could we possibly be a family?

Then I look at Robbs family, there is so much love amongst them it almost doesn't make sense to me. It wasn't something I thought I could ever have and yet here is a man offering me a good family, a good home and to care for me as no one ever has which is more than I ever could have asked for.

He smiles brightly and as I look into his eyes I still cannot believe it. That this man I was so opposed to marrying is making me feel this.

And it terrifies me.

It terrifies me because I know that I might fall in love with him.

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[realconvos]

LAVI A PLEN TOU

Èske w te janm kondwi sou yon twou anvan? Pa yon eksperyans trè bèl hein? Ti twou sal sa yo soti nan okenn kote! E gen diferan gwosè tou! Gen kèk ki trè piti, lòt ki gwo, tankou sa ki montre pi wo a. Men, kèlkeswa gwosè twou a, reyalite a se ke yo egziste e nou dwe fè fas ak yo. Pafwa nou wè yo epi eseye evite yo, lòt fwa nou pa fè sa ak enpak imedya a se yon realizasyon ke wi, ou te ale sou yon twou. Mwen te fè kèk rechèch sou fason twou yo fòme ak sa mwen te aprann nan rechèch mwen an se ke twou yo fòme akòz pave a fann akòz mete ak chire ak dlo ki te desann anba pave a ki Lè sa a, pèmèt fant yo nan pave a elaji. Mwen sèten lektè ou se tankou "um ok, poukisa w ap pale de twou?" Mwen sèten tit la nan pòs sa a te bay li ale.

Menm jan twou yo soti nan okenn kote epi yo konplètman souke nou sou enpak lè nou ale sou yo, Lavi pafwa plen ak twou. Ak otan ke nou eseye pare pou yo oswa eseye evite yo, pafwa yo jis ranpe moute sou nou. Twou sa yo ta ka lanmò yon moun ou renmen, pèdi yon travay, mete fen nan yon relasyon, vin sanzabri, pèdi asirans sante, pa gen asirans sante, k ap viv nan chèk salè, COVID, enflasyon, fiziyad mas, britalite lapolis anvè frè nwa nou yo ak sè, katastwòf natirèl, moun ou renmen yo te dyagnostike ak kansè, ale nan remisyon lè w bat kansè Lè sa a, vin kansè ankò, oswa yon moun ou renmen ki mouri nan kansè nan ego, mwen ka kontinye ak sou. Pwen isit la se ke lavi plen ak twou. Nou gen kèk kalite twou ke nou te fè fas ak oswa yo ap fè fas ak kounye a. Ak kontrèman ak twou aktyèl ki aktyèlman ka kouvri, twou yo ke lavi voye jete nan nou, pafwa nou santi tankou nou jis pa gen zouti yo reyèlman kouvri yo. E menm si nou kouvri yo, ap toujou gen yon rapèl ke yon twou te prezan, yon rapèl konstan sou fason enpak imedya nan twou sa a reyèlman te santi.

Mwen te fè fas ak pwòp kalite twou mwen an. Apre sa, mwen te oblije jwenn fason yo fè fas ak yo kèlkeswa jan douloure ale sou yo te sou enpak. Reyalite a menm jan mwen te reyalize se ke mwen ka rankontre plis twou nan tan kap vini an.

e ou menm, ki twou lavi te voye sou ou? pataje sou kòmantè yo!

an nou gen konvèsasyon reyèl

[jesswithane]

*When Lovino visits Alfred’s family pre-winter olympics*

Arthur: ...Alfred...what’s on your neck?

Al: ?? What’s on my neck? Is it a spider?!

Arthur: No, it looks like...a rash?

Matthew: *snorts*

Francis: Oh, Mon Cher, I am not doing my job is a good husband if you don’t know what that is 

Lovino: *Blushing like mad*

Alfred: OH! oh....ha

Arthur: I--no--wait, oh god. Do we need to have a talk boys?

Alfred: I’m good thanks!

Matt, to Alfred: I swear to god if we get another ‘birds and bees’ talk I'm going to end you 

Lovino: *still dying*

Francis: Everyone calm down, we’re all healthy men here. Arthur, we already gave them a full talk years ago. Alfred, Lovino, please be more discrete so your father doesn’t have a heart attack. Matthew...

Matt: Yeah

Francis: Well, i guess nothing, since you haven’t done anything 

Alfred: *snorts* oh he’s done Plen--OW

Matt: Shut Up, Al! 

Arthur: OK. So. This morning never happened. We’re all going upstairs and starting over. Agreed?

Lovino: PLEASE. 

[scenaristefadou]

" EXCESS LOVE "

EKRI PA : FADELÈNE AUGUSTIN

TÈKS : JUILLET 2021

EMAIL : scenaristefadoudou@gmail.com

EPIZÒD : 7

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Philippe chita nan salon an ak Barbie zuzu a ap pran plezi l , fi sa tèlman renmen al kay Philippe anpil moun panse se la l rete .

SCÈNE 1 : BARBIE ZUZU A/PHILIPPE

BARBIE ZUZU A(ak yon vè Shampagne nan men l ap siwote) : M tande w ap òganize yon joune lanmè .

PHILIPPE : Se pa mwen k ap òganize l men se mwen ki chwazi plaj la .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Epi w pa t di m sa ?

PHILIPPE : M pot ko jwenn moman ideyal la .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Avè m pou w pase joune a wi .

PHILIPPE(gade l) : Kòmansa ?

BARBIE ZUZU A : M ap akonpanye w men se bò kote m pou w rete .

PHILIPPE : M pa timoun piti epi joune a se jis pou n relaks , m pa wè pouki m pral oblije chita yon sèl kote ap gade lòt moun yo k ap pran plezi yo non .

BARBIE ZUZU A(t ap leve vè a met nan bouch li , li tou pa fè sa ankò) : Sa vle di si w pati avè m se yon kote w pral chita ? (leve kanpe) gade m byen Philippe ! Èske w wè m sanble avèk ti restavèk ki te vin fè chyen nan pye w la ? Dayè m son fanm ki gen cham e m trè klasik , ou ta dwe fyè paske se mwen ki vle akonpanye w .

PHILIPPE(byen vag) : Depi lè w te vin mande m renmen an , m te mete w klè sou tout bagay .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Wi men w pa ka oze w ap di m ou pa pral ret chita yon sèl kote kòmsi m pral anbarase w .

PHILIPPE(se mennaj li , l ap eseye kalme l) : M pa t di sa pou fwase w amour .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Ou gen yon jwèt w ap jwe avè m Philippe , raple w m di w m pa ti restavèk ou a sèlman ...

PHILIPPE : Ou pa bezwen rive jis la bebe , vin chita sou mari w .

BARBIE ZUZU A(ap fè ti kapris) : M pa sou sa .

PHILIPPE : Ah bb !

BARBIE ZUZU A : Mwen pa sou sa

PHILIPPE(fè ti zye l dou) : Fè m plezi a amou , Silteplè bb .

Sèvant lan pot manje pou Philippe , li pa di eskize paske l konnen zuzu a te la deja . Li tou pwofite de moman sa pou l bay sèvant lan cho , li chita sou Philippe sansyèlman pwi l pase lang li sou bouch li .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Ou konnen m pa ka reziste w baby .

PHILIPPE(souri) : Epi w t ap fè kapris ?

Sèvant lan pa okipe l menm , li jis met bagay yo la pwi l soti . L al sote sou jeran an k ap antre nan kwizin nan tou dousman .

SCÈNE 2 : SÈVANT LAN/JERAN AN

SÈVANT LAN(byen fò) : Ey ! Sa w pèdi la ?

JERAN AN(sote) : Oh ! Makomè .

SÈVANT LAN : M pa nan makomè avè w , frenk di m sa w pèdi nan kwizin nan .

JERAN AN(met yon dwèt sou bouch li tou piti) : Pa pale fò , pa pale fò .

SÈVANT LAN : Kòman pou m pa pale fò a ? Plas ou se deyò l ye .

JERAN AN(ap eseye sansibilize l) : Se kote w m t ap vini , padon .

SÈVANT LAN : Ebyen m okipe , kòmanse soti .

JERAN AN : Se yon bagay m te tande , m te vin rakonte w . M pa t vle pou patwon an wè m men w pouse do m .

SÈVANT LAN(enterese) : Di m non .

JERAN AN(fè kòmsi l prale) : M pa bezwen di w ankò , se deyò plas mwen ye .

SÈVANT LAN(kenbe l) : Pa fè sa konpè , se fason m wè w t ap pase antre tankou yon vòlè a ki fè m te kouri dèyè w la .

JERAN AN : Ebyen fè travay ou , m pral netwaye lakou a .

SÈVANT LAN(ensiste) : Gentan di m avan w ale .

JERAN AN(ap fè ti rezistans) : Ah ! Lè m fini .

SÈVANT LAN : Se bagay sa m rayi avè w la wi .

JERAN AN(lonje tèt li pou l wè si gen manje nan chodyè a toujou) : Si pou m di w w ap banm manje pa m .

Sèvant lan tèlman renmen zen , li aksepte .

SÈVANT LAN(ap drese manje a e pale anmenmtan) : Si w fin fè m ba w manje a w pa di m koze a , m ap nan kont avè w wi .

JERAN AN(distrè nan dèyè sèvant lan) : Ay Bondye ! Gadon moso vyann , m santi m ta pran l pou m ap moulen l , byen souse l jiskaske m fin tete mezi ti dlo nan kò l ...

SÈVANT LAN(gade l) : Ak ki moun w ap pale la ?

Jeran an tèlman distrè ni l pa tande si y ap pale avè l , dam nan fè yon bri nan tèt li .

JERAN AN(li desann sou tè) : Adjeee ! Pou kalte bagay sa m wè w pote a , ou kwè patwon an pa gentan fè yon bèl kout tèt ladan l ? Kilè w ap banm yon bagay menm ? M byen renmen ou .

SÈVANT LAN : Sa w pèmèt ou di a ? (Li rale yon bale) flanke w deyò !

JERAN AN : Men... men ... Ou poko banm manje a .

SÈVANT LAN : M pa p bay pyès manje ankò , mete w deyò.

Li pran kouri dèyè jeran an nan tout kwen kay la , Philippe tande bri a li soti vin gade sa k genyen .

SCÈNE 3 : PHILIPPE/SÈVANT LAN/JERAN AN

JERAN AN(ap tranble kou fèy bwa) : Pa ... pa gen anyen non patwon .

SÈVANT LAN(byen move) : Jis anndan kwizin nan msye antre pou l al derespekte m patwon .

PHILIPPE : Eksplike m byen .

SÈVANT LAN : Se pandan m fin pot manje a ba ou , m kwaze avè l k ap antre nan kwizin nan sou pwent pye . Li mande m ti manje m al drese l pou m ba li , kareman l di m o gwòsè bagay sa l wè m pote a si w pa gentan vin bay kout tèt ladan l .

JERAN AN(bege) : Se pa vre non patwon , se blag m t ap fè wi .

PHILIPPE(fache pou l mouri) : Konbyen fwa pou m di w se deyò m mete w travay ? Sa w pèdi anndan an jiskaske w vle antre nan pèsonalite m ? Ou bezwen manje se pou w tann yo pote l ba ou .

JERAN AN(met tèt li atè tou wont) : Se pa fòt mwen non patwon , se blag m t ap fè wi .

PHILIPPE(monte vwa l) : Kit se blag ou t ap fè ou non , se deyò m te ba w travay .

JERAN AN : Ebyen padone m patwon , sa pa p rive ankò .

PHILIPPE : Ou mèt kòmanse prepare w pou w ale , ou pa bezwen travay isi a ankò .

JERAN AN(met ajenou nan pye l) : Silteplè patwon , m pa p fè sa ankò . Si w revoke m kisa m pral manje ?

PHILIPPE : Se alèz ou te alèz , m pa bezwen w isi a ankò . Chache yon lòt kote .

San yon rega anplis , li vire antre .

SÈVANT LAN(gade jeran an ki blayi atè a ak de ran dlo nan zye l) : Wa kite soumoun !

Li vire ale . Jeran an ret kouche atè a ap kriye , kèk minit apre Philippe pot kòb travay li a ba l pou l ale . Barbie zuzu a al nwi sèvant lan nan kwizin nan .

SCÈNE 4 : BARBIE ZUZU A/SÈVANT LAN

BARBIE ZUZU A(gade l anba pou monte) : Dat w ap fè ti afè w avè l anba chal , w ap vin pran pòz ti sa l di a blese w ? Kòm si Philippe pa t ka ba w ti kout tèt la vre ?

SÈVANT LAN(vire gade l) : Pouki w pa veye afè w pito madanm ? Ou pa wè se travay mwen m ap fè la ?

Te gen yon twal chodyè nan men sèvant lan , li rale l .

BARBIE ZUZU A(ak mepri) : Ki travay posib ? Mwen m plis wè w sanble ak yon restavèk .

SÈVANT LAN(santi l agase) : Kòmsi restavèk yo pa moun tou yo menm ? Bon pito w te yon restavèk ou ta miyò !

BARBIE ZUZU A(pran ri byen fò) : Ey ! Ey ! A Ki moun w ap pale konsa ? Ou genlè pa konn si se mwen ki patwòn isi a ? Si w pa t konnen m di w sa , Philippe se fiyanse m ou dwe respekte m .

SÈVANT LAN : Depi m konnen m pa p travay avè w , pa gen okenn lòd ou m pral obeyi .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Ebyen w ap gentan konnen ! Ou genlè panse m pa ka fè yo revoke w menm jan w fè yo revoke jeran an tou ?

SÈVANT LAN : Plen lòt kote ki bezwen yon bon sèvant tankou m , se pa sèl la ki genyen kòm kote pou m travay .

BARBIE ZUZU A : A bon ? Dakò , m pral montre w sa m peze !

Li voye twal chodyè a nan figi dam nan epi l vire ale byen move .

SÈVANT LAN : Sa pa ka fè m mache .

Li kontinye fè sa l t ap fè a byen trankil , Barbie zuzu a al pote Philippe plent .

PHILIPPE(wè l ap vini byen move) : Sa w genyen w fache konsa baby ?

SCÈNE 5 : BARBIE ZUZU A/PHILIPPE

BARBIE ZUZU A : Epa sèvant ou an ki sot derespekte m la ?

PHILIPPE : Kòmansa ?

BARBIE ZUZU A(lage kò l sou kanape a tankou yon lourdeau) : M t al chèche fè l wè rezon pou jeran an l fè w revoke a , fi a pa menm tann mwen fin pale li voye m anlè l pa atrap mwen .

PHILIPPE : Kòman l voye w anlè l pa atrap ou a ?

BARBIE ZUZU A : M jis di l li te sipoze padone jeran an olye l te fè w revoke l , se rete m rete m wè fi a monte sou mwen nenpòt kòman . Li menm joure m restavèk , m sezi wi .

PHILIPPE : Pou premye fwa nan vi m , m pa kwè nan sa w di a .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Kòman w pa kwè m nan Philippe ? Epa mennaj ou m ye ? Pouki pou m ap ba w manti la ?

PHILIPPE : Ebyen kisa w vle m fè ?

BARBIE ZUZU A : Pou w pale avè l pou mwen pou l banm respè m sinon ...

PHILIPPE : Sinon kisa ?

BARBIE ZUZU A : Sinon w ap revoke l papi .

PHILIPPE(santi l pèdi) : Fò m reflechi avan bb , m pa ka kouri revoke l konsa .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Men si se jeran an , ou ta kouri revoke l pa vre ? Tout lide m di m ou nan yon bagay avè l vre .

PHILIPPE : Pouki w gentan ap doute la ? M pa jan de moun ou panse a .

BARBIE ZUZU A : Ou pa t ap janm di wi , m konn sa .

PHILIPPE(ap eseye konvenk li) : M pa ka kouri revoke sèvant lan konsa , ou byen konnen byen se li k fè tout bagay la . Si m revoke l , kimoun ki pral fè manje ?

BARBIE ZUZU A : M pa di w pou w kouri revoke l , m di w pou w fè l banm respè m sinon w ap revoke l pou w pran yon lòt sèvant .

PHILIPPE : M ap pale sou sa avè l pita ...

BARBIE ZUZU A(replike byen rapid) : M pa nan pita , si w pa ka fè sa kounya n ap tou kite Philippe !

[sou-ris]

ahh tèt mwen fè mal.

m te li anviwon dis paj yo yè e tap ekri mo ki m pa konprann an. m pa tradui mo yo paske tèt m te plen ak nouvou bagay

m eseye tradui tout mo jodi a.. se pa fè bon 🥲

m konplete plis pase mwatye lis la men do mwen, tèt mwen, e je mwen fè mal; tout sa a paske m te vle li plis.. haaa

m pa fache, tho (apa pou sa nouvo diksyonè gen anpil definisyon pou youn mo pafwa 😭)

oo men m jwenn youn novou mo pandan tout sa a!

se : akoche betiz

akoche se signife yon fanm ki kò li pare pouse yon ti bebe (oof, se trè malagòch* [awkward] ki lè m ap ekri sa paske m pa gen vokabilè pou eksplike oswa eksprime sa byen 👀 fòk nou konnen : fanm se asent - li gen ti bebe nan vant li - epi ti bebe pare pou di “hello, world!” ak kriye l’ yo 🥴 )

betiz se signife yon bagay stupide (kouyadinaj) [stupidity], yon bagay ki pa fè sans, oswa blabla [nonsense] (lol).

konsaaaa, akoche betiz egal literalman “to give birth to stupidity/foolishness/nonsense” ki egal figiraman (eske sa a yon mo? 🤧) “to talk nonsense”!

egzanp : sou-ris akoche betiz tout tan lè l’ ekri sou Tumblr. (fòk nou di l’ “tanpri.. fèmen bouch ou” 🤭 men tanpri di m sa ak jantiyès oswa m ta ka kriye twòp)

mèsi si nou li pòs la nan antye ❤️

*[maladwat mache tou]