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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 year

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Shrinking Violet (Rhysand Smut)

Hi! Happy Friday, my loves! I impulsively wrote this first thing this morning. Don’t exactly know what came over me but I thought I would share it 😏

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Warnings: Smut, of course! Enjoy!

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The violet-shaded dress had seemed like a good idea at the time. A time when you’d felt daring and mischievous and like you could do whatever the fuck you wanted.

Now, with a tight-lipped servant tugging your corset strings as you stared yourself down in the mirror, your audacious nature was refusing to rear its head, scattered to the ashes by nerves.

“I wish to have a gown the exact shade of Rhysand’s eyes.”

Rina, your good friend and the Hewn City’s most reputable seamstress, had looked up at you from the various sketches on her dress. She was snowed-under with orders with the upcoming event — Rhysand’s first visit as High Lord of the Night Court. It was nothing short of a damn coronation.

“Are you sure you should?” Rina had raised an eyebrow at you. The look she always got when you were up to something. “He’s High Lord, now. Things are different. Should you truly make a statement with your gown that most certainly won’t go unnoticed?”

“Should I not?” You’d spun around, palming the various fabrics that made up an entire wall at the back of the studio. “High Lord he may now be, but I know Rhysand more personally. I wish to have a violet gown that is an ode to those depthless eyes.”

Rina had shook her head, but said no more on the matter. You were paying — well, your father was — and you had a design in mind. That was that. She’d known you long enough to know that there was no talking you down from an elaborate idea.

Besides. Besides, besides, besides. You did know Rhysand more personally.

More personally, in the form of him secretly fucking you in the darkest corners of the Hewn City, when he had just been the High Lord’s handsome son, learning the ways of the court. You were his filthy little secret, someone he would never display publicly on his arm. Would never think of you beyond the haze of lust that clouded him. Perhaps that was what the dress was secretly about. Capturing his attention.

Things had changed dramatically since he’d last had you pressed against a wall, a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans as he’d pounded into you. He was always ravenous for you behind closed doors and totally different in the open. A game — it was a game the two of you played.

But he was High Lord, now. You were excited to see what that looked like.

Violet gown, indeed. You smoothed your hands over the tight bodice as the servant stepped away. As the daughter of a member of the Night Court council, you would be expected to look every bit the rich, expensive, pretty subject who would bat her eyes at the new High Lord and offer polite well-wishes for his future.

While wearing a gown so tight it was like a second skin, the very daring shade of his eyes.

Anything to keep those eyes on you.

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Rhysand had been trained for this, of course. Right down to the finest detail. Any outsider looking in would presume him to have been High Lord for far longer than a matter of months. There was something effortlessly arrogant about the way he lounged on his obsidian throne, one leg hooked over the arm, a chalice of wine in his hand that was constantly being topped up.

He was the centre of attention, and he was loving every second of it.

You’d never seen the instating of a new High Lord. Rhysand’s father had been on that throne for your entire life, until he’d gone and gotten himself killed. And now…now it was time for a fresh face. One with a feline smirk and a lilting voice behind it that sounded like music.

You knew precisely what that voice sounded like when he was close to falling off the edge.

You hadn’t yet spoken to him or caught his gaze. The evening’s proceedings had been fine-tuned to run smoothly; food and drink and music and dancing. Now, a long line of people queued up to the dais, forcing Rhysand to listen to the same sentence on a loop with every person who knelt before him.

I welcome you, High Lord, and pledge my allegiance to you as your loyal subject.

The words had become a monotonous drone. You wanted to spin around in your violet gown and make a show of yourself and catch the High Lord’s gaze. You wanted to be adventurous and fun, just like you and Rhys had always secretly been.

Your father went before you, prattling off the same oath as those who’d gone before him. He and Rhys exchanged pleasantries, and Rhys’s voice seemed to snake past your father and round to you, caressing every bit of your skin that was on show. The sound was like silk. You wanted to tear your dress off and wrap it around your naked body.

After what seemed like an eternity, your father was stepping aside and leaving you to wander up to the dais. Feline eyes met yours, the exact shade of your gown that felt suddenly too tight and too hot on your body. You gave a polite acknowledgement to the two Illyrians at the High Lord’s side — Azriel and Cassian — before you offered a flourishing bow.

“I welcome you, High Lord, and pledge my allegiance to you as your loyal subject.” You spoke, your voice slightly lowered. Just for him.

Rhys’s eyes slowly studied every inch of you, starting at your hair, your painted face, the heavy jewellery that complimented the column of your neck and the lobes of your ears. And then they flicked down to the gown, studying the beaded detail. The way it sinfully clung to your body before flaring around you in layers of violet tulle.

Heat flashed across those eyes, and you knew — he’d clocked exactly what you’d done.

“Good evening.” He drawled, his head falling on a tilt. His hungry gaze roved you once more. “And what have you come as?”

A subtle smirk tugged at your painted lips. “A shrinking violet.”

The High Lord tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. You wanted to drag it between your teeth, too.

“There’s nothing shrinking about you, darling.” He purred. He took your hand in his, brushing his lips to the backs of your fingers. “Enjoy your night.”

A dismissal. A teasing one. It was all part of the game. His eyes fell to your gown again, and you spared him one last glance before flouncing away to dance.

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You liked this game — yours and Rhysand’s.

Dark, shaded alcoves and long, winding corridors, perfect for a session of cat-and-mouse. Huge, unoccupied rooms, the walls of which volleyed your moans back and forth. You’d played the game a hundred times before, and you wanted to play it tonight.

The party was unending, and so was the flowing wine. All part of the game. When Rhys had merely been the High Lord’s son, his apprentice, the two of you had always waited until everyone was gloriously intoxicated before you would share a heated glance and slip away — you first, and him following moments later.

The night had reached that point. The frenzied music had become languid and sensuous, the bodies on the dance floor grinding against each other. Not one person in that throne room was sober. And so you set your drink aside.

You strolled casually past the dais, shrugging out of the numerous dances people tried to pull you into. Rhys’s gaze seemed to find you immediately, and as you passed in front of him, you met his eyes and dipped your chin. The signal. The game was starting.

But he was High Lord, now. Far more scrutinised and important. Perhaps he wouldn’t follow. Perhaps he was done with your antics—

Mere moments passed between you slipping into an empty corridor and the door opening behind you. A smirk played on your lips. You lifted the skirts of your gown. Kicked your heels off. And ran.

Your feet slapped against the cold concrete floor as you sprinted away from Rhys. A dark, lilting chortle echoed behind you, and his pace picked up as ran after you.

You were light as a feather, weightless as a cloud, shoving through doors and empty rooms, skidding along polished floors, climbing huge, ornate staircases. Rhys was always a few steps behind, and you knew he could easily catch up if he wanted to. But he savoured the chase as much as you did.

You flew up another grand staircase, up and up to the very top of the gargantuan building. You knew precisely what you were doing, and so did Rhys. You took a left, veered down a long corridor. A dead-end. The door at the end led to an enclosed room.

“Where do you suppose you’ll go now, little violet?” Rhys called behind you, his breaths heavy. “I do believe I’ve caught you.”

Indeed, he had. You laughed wildly and opened your mouth to retort, but your already-huffing breaths were stolen from you as his body smacked into yours from behind, slamming you against the door. The wood groaned as he pressed his front to your back. The evidence of his arousal was already waiting for you.

“Got you.” He hummed into your ear, his nose brushing your neck. “Now, what’s my prize?”

You bit down on your lip as he pushed his groin against you. “Your prize is whatever you wish it to be.”

“Excellent.”

He reached past you, opening the door to that unoccupied, echoing room. His hand splayed over the bodice of your dress, keeping your body flush to his as he walked you both inside.

“I think I would have you against the wall.” His hand travelled down, fisting in the skirts of your gown. “Or perhaps on the writing bureau. Or the chaise lounge. Tell me, which would take your fancy?”

“Why not all of them?” You bit down on your bottom lip as his hand finally found a way under the fabric, skirting your thigh.

“Naughty, wicked thing. Why not, indeed.”

You were suddenly being spun in his arms to face him, and there was barely a chance for your eyes to meet before he was claiming your lips with a scorching kiss and backing you towards the wall. Your back hit it with a light thud, and Rhys was boxing you in, settling his knee between your legs and very deliberately pressing it against the very centre of you.

“You know,” he purred as he broke the kiss. “My father used to tell me to stay far away from you. He said that I should find a female fit to pop out heirs. That females like you like to play games.”

You sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed your neck. Crawled downwards. “Your father would be right about that.”

“Hmm.” He hummed. “But, you see, I like to play games, too. And the bastard is dead now. I am High Lord. Your High Lord. And I’m feeling mighty playful tonight.”

His knee pressed harder against your soaked underwear, and a soft moan slipped past your lips.

“So play,” you said.

Rhys struck.

In a flash, he was sinking to his knees before you. Like you were his High Lady. He lifted the skirts of your gown, throwing them over his head. The sight of him disappearing beneath the fabric might have been amusing had his nose not nudged against your centre, causing you to jerk.

“Now this,” he yanked your underwear down, blowing a breath against your slick folds, “this is a feast fit for a High Lord.”

His silver, sinful tongue licked a stripe right up you, and your head fell back against the wall, a loud moan breaking free of your throat. Rhys wasted no time in feasting on you. He licked and lapped, his teeth grazing your clit, and you imagined what he must look like beneath your skirts, his face flushed and soaked with your wetness.

“I love your taste.” He groaned against you, sucking on your clit. “You have no fucking idea how much.”

Perhaps not. But you could hazard a pretty good guess just how much as he damn near devoured you, bringing you to the very brink of bliss. When he heard your moans and breaths hitching in your throat, felt your hips jutting forward, he sank two fingersinto you.

“Gods,” You gasped, writhing against him, against the wall. Your mind fractured into a thousand tiny pieces as your release slammed into you. Your legs shook.

Rhys licked and pumped all through it, enjoying every moment, every gasp and groan. Only when your walls ceased their contracting around his fingers did he pull away.

He emerged from beneath the fabric, his hair tousled, his eyes heated. His mouth swollen and glistening. One look at him, and you were fisting your hand around the front of his perfectly-tailored jacket, yanking him to his feet.

You wanted to taste him just as he had tasted you, but he stopped you from lowering yourself to your knees. His hand grasped your clothed breast, and he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You were bored of the dress, now. Pretty as it was, just like his eyes, it was too much of a barrier. You tried to reach behind you for the laces—

“No.” Rhys nipped your lip, staying your hand. “I want you to wear it while I fuck you.”

Your eyes flared. “As you wish.” You glanced down at his lips. “High Lord.”

A guttural groan escaped him, and the tether on his control snapped. The following moments were a confusing, heady circus of heavy kisses and panting into each others mouths, both your hands fighting to undo the laces and buttons of his trousers. As soon as they were loosened enough, he was shoving them to the floor.

“I think about you, you know.” Rhys said, hissing between his teeth as you wrapped your hand around his length. “I come to the thought of you. How do you manage to make a mess out of me without even being there?”

“Because I wish it to be so.” You squeezed gently. “And so it is.”

“Wicked, wicked creature.”

You silenced him with a kiss as you pumped his cock, savouring the feel of it twitching in your palm, jerking at the very brush of your touch. Rhys emitted a growl, and he was batting your hand away, replacing it with his own.

“If I don’t get inside you,” he dragged the head of his cock through your slick folds, “I think I may bring this city down around us.”

His eyes held a promise to do exactly that, and as the head nudged at your entrance, he grabbed the back of your neck, sliding his lips over yours.

The tip had barely slipped in before thudding footsteps approached, and a knock was pounding on the door. Rhys growled beneath his breath. Ignored it. Pushed into you further. You gasped.

“Rhys.” Cassian’s voice came from the other side.

“Not now, Cassian.” Rhys thrust into you, right to the hilt, giving a very audible grunt.

“You’ve been gone for too long.” The Illyrian general persisted. “People are starting to notice.”

“Not fucking now, Cassian.”

He pulled out to the tip, his angry words breathed against your mouth. You swallowed them greedily as he thrust right back into you once more, a slight pinch of pain within the pleasure that wrangled a loud moan from your throat.

There was a pause on the other side of the door, a curse — Cassian muttering “Cauldron fucking boil me” — before his footsteps retreated once more.

“Look at you,” you nipped Rhys’s lip. “Keeping your loyal subjects waiting.”

“I am.” He shifted, slamming into you again. “For you.”

Your response because lost amongst the pleasure as Rhys fastened his hand at your hips and lifted you from the floor.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded deeply. “And hold on.”

You did just that, your legs locking around his waist, your arms around his neck. Rhys pressed his head against your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin there.

And he fucked.

“Gods, you feel exquisite.” He groaned, slamming into you harder, faster. “I could spend the rest of my existence buried inside you.”

You moaned, your head falling back. You felt his tongue against the column of your neck. “That seems like a foolish way for a High Lord to spend his time.”

“Nothing about this is foolish.”

He was damn right about that. Words eddied away from your tongues, the room being filled with moans and grunts and gasps and screams. Rhys filled you so utterly, so completely, that you couldn’t imagine anyone else being able to do so.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He grit out, reaching down to circle his thumb against your clit. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Coming undone for me. Coming on my cock.”

“Fuck, Rhys.” You gasped. They were the only words you were able to get out before he sent you hurtling over the edge.

The fall of your second climax was euphoric, addictive. You were hot and cold, asleep and awake, present and absent, lost somewhere in the ether. Your moans filled the room, perhaps the whole building, the entire city, as your walls clenched his cock hard, his thumb continuing the ministrations to your clit.

Rhys’s thrusts picked up, the pace frenzied and desperate. You could feel him tightening inside you, hear his breaths and grunts hitching in his throat, the pleasure furrowing his brow. You purposefully clenched around him once more, and he lost it.

“Gods!” He roared, stifling the sound with a hungry kiss to your lips. His hips stilled abruptly, and he was spilling into you, every last drop filling you.

It seemed like ages that he spent moaning and groaning and whining, emitting needy little noises, drawing out a few more languid thrusts despite having emptied himself entirely into you. He was completely at your mercy. Undone by you.

He was your High Lord, and yet tonight, you had ruled him.

He was still breathing heavily as he pulled out of you. His eyes locked with yours, and a strange, indiscernible expression crossed his face.

“Come back to Velaris with me.” He breathed.

You snorted. This was all part of the game, the continued teasing. You liked that a lot.

“Would you give me a crown?” You jibed.

Rhys’s eyes glittered. “Only if I could fuck you in it.”

You smirked, toying with the lapels of his jacket. “And what of your throne? Would you fuck me on there?”

“I would fuck you in every last corner of my city. Over and over until my people have committed our moans to memory.”

Such a poetic, silver-tongued male. Your smirk remained as you let go of him, but he was having none of it. He clutched you against him.

“Come back to Velaris with me.” He repeated.

You smiled vaguely. “No.”

“You could live however your heart desires. We could play there, too.”

Your laughter was light, airy. You pushed him off, squirming out of his grasp. “Such pretty words.”

His hand caught yours, and he pressed it to his chest. “Come back to Velaris with me.”

“No.” You said again.

You smirked at him, and he smirked back. And as you leaned in, he slammed his eyes shut, bracing himself for your kiss.

You didn’t deliver. You merely swiped your thumb over his lips, erasing the evidence of you ever having been there.

“Until next time,” you hummed. “High Lord.”

You finally pushed around him, smoothing your dress as you passed, your bare feet padding on the floor.

“This is inconvenient.” Rhys called as you braced your hand on the door handle.

You glanced over your shoulder. “What’s that?”

“I am your High Lord. But hearing you call me such makes me desperate to bury myself deep inside you again.”

A soft trill of a laugh left you, and you turned your back on him, opening the door. “Don’t be greedy.”

You stepped out without looking back. That was how this wicked, glorious thing between you went. The best thing you could do to not make it hurt so much when he ignored you before his subjects. Rhys being High Lord hadn’t changed that. Nor had it taken away the mischievous, playful male with honeyed words that you knew him to be. But walking away like that, you had the power.

His laughter followed you down the hall, and you smirked one more.

High Lord, indeed.

You both knew his control had been obliterated at the first sight of you in that violet dress.

A gown the exact shade of Rhysand’s eyes.

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princesssszzzz · 1 year

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Fire & Blood (HOTD) // A Game of Thrones (GOT) Imagery & Parallels

Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts." "Arya learns to fight in the Braavosi water dancer style with Needle." (AGOT, Arya II)

“Baela’s dragon, the slender pale green Moondancer would soon be large enough to bear the girl upon her back." “... a pale pink hatchling with black horns and crest, Rhaena named her Morning.” (Fire and Blood, 432 & 593)

“[Baela] is wild, willful, and wanton, as we feared,” (Fire and Blood, 648)

“[Baela] was as wild and willful a young woman as any in the realm” (Fire and Blood, 645)

“[Arya’s] long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful.” (AGOT, Sansa I)

“And Arya … he missed her....so fierce and willful.” (AGOT, Jon III)

“Septa Amarys, who had been given charge of her religious and moral instruction, despaired of her, and even Septon Eustace could not seem to curb her wild ways.” (Fire and Blood, 646)

“Rhaena’s egg had hatched a broken thing that died within hours of emerging from the egg” (Fire and Blood, 432-3)

“Lady was dead” (ASOS, Sansa IV)

“Rhaena enjoyed a life of comfort and privilege, with maids brushing her hair and drawing her baths. Singers composed odes to her beauty, and knights jousted for her favor (Fire and Blood)

“She loved King's Landing; the pageantry of the court, the high lords and ladies in their velvets and silks and gemstones, the great city with all its people.” (AGOT, Sansa III)

“It would please me if he was not so old he could not give me children, nor so fat that he would crush me when we are abed. So long as he is kind and gentle and noble, I know that I shall love him.” (Fire and Blood, 649)

“When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong.”(AGOT, Sansa II)

"He's just stupid. He likes to polish helmets and beat on swords with hammers." Arya about the (legitimized bastard) Gendry

"You fool, you thrice-damned fool. If I dared, I would have your bloody head off." Unwin Peake to (legitimized bastard) Alyn

“Baela's dragon brought down our late king. There are many in the realm who will not have forgotten that. Crown her and we will rip all the old wounds open once again”(Fire and Blood)

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gallawitchxx · 3 months

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weekly tag wednesday!

i was tagged by a ton of cuties -- @darlingian @energievie @deedala @palepinkgoat @crestfallercanyon @francesrose3 @mmmichyyy @lingy910y & @juliakayyy! thanks cuties! i'm smooching each & every one of you on the cheek!

about me

name: bee age: 31 star sign: cancer your first language: english second language: french! i'm fairly conversational favorite lip product: chapstick the best food dish you can make without a recipe: tacos? tacos! if you drink tea, what kind?: english breakfast or mint if you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get?: as dark as dark can be! favorite thing to watch on youtube right now: tbh i don't really watch much on youtube these days? gallavichscenes probably lol favorite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: kiss compilations oops favorite item of clothing right now: a sweatshirt that says "come to the dark side, we have smut" favorite item of clothing in 2012: this hot little red dress that made me look like a bombshell

fandom

three movies you recommend: 10 things i hate about you, elizabethtown, lars & the real girl your favorite concert: my favorite singer of all time, during a snowstorm in nyc. there were only 35 people in attendance & he came down afterwards to say hello & take pictures, even though he's the most shy person of all time - it was amazing! have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: yes have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: no the best tv show you watched last year: this one's really hard... it was a great year - either the bear or the final season of succession do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: i don't think so? even though i really loved tpz as alex in rwrb, i do wish they'd gone with a biblically accurate height difference & cast someone like michael cimino (love, victor) a ship you've abandoned: i don't think i've ever abandoned a ship! how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: omg it's a mess, but you can peek, sure do you have a fandom tattoo?(do you want one?): i have luna lovegood's radish earrings, an ode to hamlet & my favorite number in doctor who-like tally marks! & the rebel alliance symbol. oh wow, i'm a nerd! what fandom do you wish was bigger?: the last binding series by freya marske! especially hawthorn & ross, aka rawthorn my beloveds has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: same as chani - how i met your mother. terrible shame! also a bit game of thrones. it wasn't ruined, but i wasn't happy.

have you...

swam in an ocean?: yes ever been vegan/vegetarian?: no gone skinny dipping?: yes gone skiing?: no been to a convention?: many!

tagging @thisdivorce @steorie @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @metalheadmickey @gardenerian @howlinchickhowl @rereadanon @creepkinginc & anyone else who wants to play! xx

#wow i have a lot of fandom tattoos lol #who knew?#tag games #tagged #weekly tag wednesday

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onepiece-polls · 7 months

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OPLA fan cast polls - Nefertari Cobra prelims

There will be only 1 winner, so choose wisely.

Propaganda under the cut.

Morgan Freeman: [Submitted without propaganda]

Alexander Siddig: A Sudanese actor who has played rulers of a desert kingdom before (Doran Martel from Game of Thrones) but also well known from Star Trek DS9 where his character was obsessed with spies, which I think is funny due to the whole Baroque Works situation, but also if we get the flashback with Cobra failing to spy on Vivi and her friends.

Oded Fehr: [Submitted without propaganda]

Ahmed Hatem: He's an Egyptian actor who hasn't starred in any English movies (yet) but according to IMDB he "was recently appointed as the British Embassy in Cairo's social affairs ambassador to represent the For Her, With Her Fund - a sub-fund of the UK Conflict Stability and Security Fund", so he probably speaks English too.

#one piece #opla #one piece live action #Nefertari Cobra #opla fan cast polls #(I just googled and found out Morgan Freeman is 86 >.>)

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not-so-allegiant-general · 6 days

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I shoud open an Ao3 just to leave it there, and i shoud work on that more, but for now i will leave it here for your amusment. It's longer than usual but worth it i hope. Let's call it for now:

Play with me the game of treason

When Kylo was leaving Hux was General in command of Finalizer. But when he was back after few months he faced Chancellor Hux. In command of whole FO fleet. Hux was sitting on his throne, smoking and waiting. His coat still black but now with red lining. His stripes gold and his vibro blade visibly placed in the holster on his thigh. A warning and a promise. There was dare in his eyes and confidence in his posture.

"Supreme Leader. We awaited your return." He put out his cigarette. Kylo stared at him with lips pressed together, ready to attack. He grabbed his saber when Hux stood up but Chancellor only smirked and took a sidestep. Kylo came closer slowly and sat down eyeing him. Hux stood before him.

"We successfully took over all rebellious cells. Core worlds are ours. System by system they are pledging their loyalty to First Order."

Kylo was silent for a brief moment.

"What have you done to Supreme Council?" Hux smiled coldly.

"No need for Supreme Council when Supreme Leader is not around."

"What have you done to them Hux.?"

"Nothing. I forced them to obey. That's all." Kylo snorted.

"Even Pryde?"

"Especially Pryde"

"Supreme Leader!" Pryde stormed into the room "This usurper... "

"That's not a proper way to address your commanding officer Allegiant General." Kylo smiled.

"Indeed." Hux added looking at Pryde. Pryde clenched his jaw and fell silent. "Nor a proper way to behave in presence of a Supreme Leader."

"Indeed." Kylo echoed his words, amused and glanced at Pryde. There was a fight in his eyes but light touch od force quickly ended it. Pryde kneeled down on one knee.

"Supreme Leader. I just wanted to inform you that during your absence General Hux."

"Chancellor. As i have heard. "

"Yes but..."

"If he managed to gain his rank than it's his. It's not my fault that you were too weak to resist. Aren't you going to kneel Chancellor? You did not welcome me properly either."

"I don't kneel." Hux said. Not anymore. Kylo tilted his head and hummed quietly.

"Very well... You can go Allegiant General. I have to talk with Chancellor in private." Pryde stood up and turned around on his heel. When he was in the middle of the room Hux said:

"Did i dismissed you, Allegiant General?" And to Kylo's surprise Pryde froze. The wave of crushing hate flew through the force. "I thought so." Pryde stood there with clenched hands and practically shaking with rage, but waiting "Dismissed." Ren felt shiver, down his spine and tingling in his fingers. The power and confidence was something that he was not used to receiving from Hux. He should be worried that Pryde was willing to listen to Hux's orders more than to his but at that moment he only felt burning want. Hux watched him for a brief moment smiling. "Orders, Supreme Leader?"

"You ask as if you would be willing to follow them."

“Oh I am. Eager to follow.” Kylo sniffed pressing his back to the throne, Hux smiled amused. “So easy to read without this atrocious thing on your face. “ He shook his head.

“What do you want?”

“What do you offer? I already have a title and loyalty of the people. Why would I keep you around.”

Yes. Why Would you.

“To keep appearances."

“Good boy.” Hux grabbed his jaw tightly. “Killing your predecessor brings bad luck.” Kylo lost his ability to think somewhere between words good and boy. He only stared at Hux’s face “ Other than that, I would gladly keep you for my own amusement.”

“As you kept Pryde? What have you done to him?”

“I threatened that I will take Steadfast from him.” Kylo tilted his head.

“Just that?”

“Just that. You have to understand, if Pryde had a wife and genuinely loved her, the threat of taking away Steadfast would still work better than killing said wife.” Ren nodded slowly looking at vile spark in Hux’s eyes. He looked like a cat playing with his prey.

“But you will take if from him.”

“Of course. Not yet. “ Hux let off his jaw “ But I will. Till then, I will let him regain stability, I will let him feel safe. He will thrive under prise, he will think that he was forgiven, that he can have a fresh start, that he is important. I will let him command this ship, gain victories. And when he will be at his top, I will rip it from him, with one order not even delivered by myself personally just send through official channel. As if he was just meaningless, not needed dirt. Which, of course, he is.” Kylo smirked

“So much work and thoughts into this meaningless dirt.” He mocked. Calling Hux out felt good. He saw the movement of Hux’s hand before Hux managed to slap him. Kylo caught his wrist in tight grip so strong that Chancelor squirmed. “I am no Pryde. I won’t play your games, Hux.”

“You already have. And you would like my games, Supreme Leader, you would love them.” He smiled.

“How can you be so sure, Chancellor? “ Kylo mused letting off of his wrist. Hux done everything to hide his obvious pain and put his hands behind his back.

“Just a feeling. But for now if you refrain from participating in my games. Let’s make a deal. I will run your Empire, grant you your power over me. You will secure my position and cooperate. That’s all I want.”

“Cooperate.” Kylo repeated.

“Yes, cooperate. Listen. Acknowledge. Consider. Decide. Like a good Leader you want to be, because you want to be…”

“Enough.” Hux only smiled smugly and fell silent waiting in parade rest. Kylo nodded. “Fine. Let it be your way. I agree.”

“Orders, Supreme Leader?”

“You are dismissed, Chancellor. For now.” Hux pressed his lips together chewing the inner side of his cheek.

“Very well.” He said and spined on his heel. Kylo watched his back. Hux stopped by the door. “You would do wise moving us from this system, Supreme Leader. We should regroup and rethink our future in safer part of galaxy.” Hux glanced at him. Kylo listen in silence, nodded and said.

“I will consider it.” He answered. Hux smiled and bowed his head slightly. Kylo almost could hear words forming in Chancellor mind.

Good boy.

“I will be in my quarters”

He was stating a fact as well as inviting. Kylo nodded again. He found himself before Hux’s quarters few hours later. Chancellor was inside. Hux did not had his uniform on, he was covered in black silk robe. It made him look even paler, etheric even. Ren froze.

“Come in, if you already let yourself in.” Hux murmured from behind his glass. It was filled with wine. “Rude.” He added under his breath taking another sip. Kylo took a few steps.

“Are you drunk?”

“Relaxed.” He sighed putting away the glass. Kylo stood before his desk looking at his almost bare chest where his dog tag was visible. "Rude" Hux repeated almost playfully. He was definitely drunk. Kylo stated.

"What?"

"It is rude to stare. Supreme Leader." Kylo quickly shift his gaze from his chest to his face.

"I decided that we will move from this system. I leave you the decision regarding our destination, Chancellor."

"Wrong" Kylo blinked.

"What did you said ?"

"I said wrong, Ren. That's not how you issue an order." Hux traces edge of the glass with his finger, Kylo found himself staring again. Pale, long fingers gliding smoothly on a wet glass. "Your subordinates don't get to decide. The decision is your privilege. You don’t gave it away, even if it's a burden. What you can do is demand suggestions." Kylo followed Hux hand with his eyes, transfixed. Hux place it flat on his desk. "One more time."

"We will move from this system." Kylo raised his eyes to look at Hux "I expect you to provide information what systems would be the best" he ordered and added "Chancellor" after a brief moment. He could swear that Hux shivered or maybe he imagined that part. But Chancellor's eyes was sparkling either with amusement or something else. Kylo could swear it was lust but he was too scared of thinking he imagined that part too.

"Better. Good. What a... "

"Call me boy one more time Chancellor and you might found yourself breathless." He hissed.

"Is that a threat or a promise, Ren?" Hux tilted his head watching him. "Or both. Perhaps." He smiled.

"You have your orders, Chancellor."

"They will be obeyed. But you didn't come here to give me my orders, Supreme Leader. So why did you came?" He stood up to take another glass from a cupboard. His long legs did things to Kylo. Things that were hidden for a long time, and the fact that Hux was bare foot didn’t help at all. Ren breathed out slowly and Hux placed a glass with wine before him looking at him almost with pity. Kylo already lost this game. He knew that. He knew since he saw the robe. Since he caught a glimpse of Hux's freckled shoulder. There was no need to pretend anymore. So maybe he shouldn’t. Kylo grabbed the glass and came over to sit on a couch. It seemed to surprise Hux but he looked surprised only for a moment. Then he pretended he did not care. And Kylo understood suddenly. Hux was used to people wearing masks, playing games, lying. But he was not used to honesty. Ren dropped his eyes looking at the wine.

"The game you want me to play. Does it includes getting you?" Hux almost choked on his wine as if he wasn't sitting here almost naked flirting with him for at least last seven minutes.

"Excuse me?" And Kylo smiled because Hux really looked taken off guard.

"It was quite simple question Chancellor... "

"It was crude."

"But honest."

"I suppose." Hux said, suddenly looking not even half as drunk as he was a second before. He took a sip of his wine but Kylo knew he is carefully watched, assessed, dissected. "Yes. I get First Order, you get an illusion of power and me. That's the game. No more decisions for you. You keep your title but every step you made, every word you say as a Supreme Leader is planned by me."

Kylo took a sip of his wine.

"Do you come with that robe?" Hux snorted not knowing alone if he is more offended or amused. He shook his head.

"Brute. I come with the robe and much more. I think... " He stood up "I think, you will be found of my taste in clothing." The glass fell on the ground when Hux straddled his legs. "You will clean that carpet personally, Lord Ren."

Kylo snorted

"It seems you come not only with a robe but with certain attitude too." He felt sharp tug in his hair. He hissed and found Hux's face very close to his own.

"Indeed. But you are too invested to refuse aren't you?" And, force be dammed, he was.

Kylo was used to being someone's puppet. Used to saying words that wasn't his, used to keeping himself in line, watching every step. Used to not being able to understand what is going on around him. But he was not used to intimacy. To Hux in his silk robes and sheer, laced lingerie. To waking up by Hux and to falling asleep watching him working. He got used to it very quickly, though. To his touch, his prise, his sweet, promising words. To his warm, living body. And to certain attitude that Hux had. And oh how blind he was, how deaf and unaware. He should know better, he should really know better. And somehow, deep inside his mind he knew. From the beginning he knew but he pushed this thoughts away.

He will thrive under prise, he will think that he was forgiven, that he can have a fresh start, that he is important. I will let him command this ship, gain victories. And when he will be at his top, I will rip it from him.

But as Kylo said before. He was no Pryde. And yet the feeling of betrayal slipped into his throat, found home in his heart and he knew it will stay there for a while. It took a form of Chancellor Hux, in his black robe, with monomolecular blade in his hand. With the same blade at Kylo's throat. Kylo wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. He wanted to destroy that man and then he wanted to apologize to him. Because as now betrayal, before love found a way to him, slipped unnoticed and silently into his mind and into his body, leaving him desperate and torn.

He had month to prepare for this meeting. Chancellor Hux had only a day as he was realised from bacta tank. Almost twenty eight broken bones and yet he stood before Kylo without traces of fear. He look tired and sick. But proud, even leaning on a cane. They were alone.

"You wanted to see me. Supreme Leader." Hux said silently.

"You wanted to kill me. Chancellor. You what..? Seduced me? And then struk when i felt safe?"

"That was the initial plan, yes."

"initial." Kylo echoed watching Hux. He had the audacity to look almost ashamed.

"You were a reason of a great deal of pain in my life. It was only fair to return the favour. But i know you knew. Maybe not from the beginning, but you knew. You just choose to ignore that knowledge. You let me hurt you or at least try to. Why?"

"it was only fair. " Kylo whispered " And at the end i was deluding myself that you won't. That sweet, golden cage you placed me in. I was eager to stay. Forever."

Hux nodded staying quiet for a while, he raised his eyes to look at him.

"That's why i had to do it. A cage is not a place for you, Ren. And living in an illusion is not a life for me. Even if i will lose it now."

"You won't. You are to be back to your duties Chancellor." Kylo said what he decided even before Hux raised a blade against him. "But the time you have now. Remember that it is borrowed. I may hesitate to take your life. But my knights won't. Remember that, next time you will be planning treason."

Kylo put knights between them. He told himself it is for the best but the fact was that he was hiding behind them like a scared child. He feared seeing Hux, he feared that he will not want to resist him. But every day without him was a torment and every week a longing. And when he went to Hux's quarters he knew he can't just turned around. Hux opened when he requested entrance and observe him as Kylo walked inside in silence.

"No more games. We've had enough of them." He said carefully. Hux tilted his head and nodded. And when he took out blade from the holster Kylo flinched. Hux froze for a moment and the set it carefully on the table and walking a few steps away.

"No more." He agreed. Kylo breathed out slowly and nodded. His saber flew from his belt and landed next to the blade.

"We could say we are even. I almost killed you, you almost killed me."

"We could say that." Hux sat down slowly on the couch. " What do you want?"

"Honesty, loyalty, respect, autonomy and you. Even if i wanted to forget about you i can't. That you made sure of." Hux smiled. It was a tired smile, lost. "What do you want, Armitage?"

"I want... I though i want you dead. But the second i saw your eyes i knew i made a mistake." He closed his eyes " for a while i thought that i want you to kill me but then i was clinging to life just to see you again. You can lie to me Ren, you can do whatever you want with me, i still have some bones that weren't broken yet. You can lock me in a cage, no matter will it be golden or not." He looked at him. "I just want to be close to you. And don't ask me why i don't know. I can't make any sense out of this."

Kylo sat down next to him touching his hip, Hux hissed. Kylo backed off slowly moving away the robe, there were still bruises on Hux’s body. Deep blue and purple spots staining almost white skin.

“I don’t want to harm you.” Kylo said breathlessly.

“Harm me.” Hux kept his eyes on Ren’s hand. “I deserve it.”

Kylo shook his head “No. Quit provoking me, Hux. No more games.”

Hux hummed quietly raising his eyes to look at him for a moment.

“Harm me because I need it, then.” He said.

Their first alliance was sealed with lies and broken with blade. The second was sealed with pain, tears and pleasure. It was unstable, shaky, torn and dangerous. But it lasted.

And Kylo soon discovered that not everything about Hux was just a sweet lie. He thought that now Chancellor will drop the appearances. Drop the robes and expensive lingerie. But it seems to be a permanent part of him. As well as his attitude. When Ren asked Hux just smiled amused.

"Best lies are entirely true." He answered stretched on the bed. "And honestly, you think i would buy myself a whole wardrobe of sleepwear just to woo you?"

"Yes."

Hux fell silent.

"Alright, i would but i didn't." Kylo laughed. "I have them for quite a while now. Stop flattering yourself by thinking that I am wearing all of this for you. I don’t. " Hux smiled and his eyes tired. Kylo snorted.

“Sure.”

But something did change. In Hux. He was more humane, more tired, more warm. And Ren could appreciate that. Not just staged, false image of perfection, but the realness and honesty of it all. The fact the he got to see the face of Chancellor that no one ever could. Hux would probably call it a weakness, Kylo did not agreed. And yet there was something dangerously tempting in the knowledge that Hux let himself be weak in his presence.

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Is there actually a #Wales Kid Number Four or is that a metaphor for something else? What am I missing here? I don’t understand. Stephen Colbert jokes on live TV that William knocked up her mistress. Is that it? Does Wales kid number 4 have a different mother? And is that what caused Kate’s nervous breakdown? What wrong decision did William make that he can’t admit to?

As I posted a few things on William's past this weekend, let's remember that William a) has a temper, b) has a big ego, and c) is thin-skinned.

William's reputation as being a "good" king-in-waiting solely rests on statements and pr games his mother played thirty years ago during the War of the Waleses. His cult of fans love him because he was hot twenty years ago; although, some still think he's hot now. I'll leave it to you to decide.

Anyhow, cut to September 2022 when William became the heir to the throne, The Duke of Cornwall, and The Prince of Wales. After that, William no longer had to depend on his father to bankroll him and his office. Before September 2022, William's (& Kate's) office reported up to Clarence House, office of the previous Prince of Wales, Charles.

Since then, William has proceeded to fuck plenty of things up, even though his über fans view everything with rose-colored glasses. Let's review some of those fuckups & weird shit:

There was the fuckup at Boston in 2022 when William issued a statement throwing his godmother under the bus when all he had to say was “This is an issue for Buckingham Palace.” Except he didn’t.

No foreign tours since becoming The Prince & Princess of Wales.

There was the bizarre photo op of Andrew being driven to church by William last August (2023), when everyone with a functional, long-term memory knows that William has never kowtowed to his father.

Kate’s stretch of wearing thirteen pantsuits in a row, ‘cause she was all about “the work.” Somehow, she didn’t go on a crusade about wearing pantsuits when she was only The Duchess of Cambridge.

Announcing Kate had “planned abdominal surgery” the day after said planned abdominal surgery. If it was “planned,” then wouldn’t they have said something at least the day of rather than the day after?

The entire pr fuck up of not having Kate photographed leaving The London Clinic after being discharged, which in turn led to more fuckups.

Then there’s the timeline of fuckery that’s happened from Christmas until 09 March 2024 that I collated before The 2024 Mother’s Day Photo Disaster.

William is an emotionally damaged, thin skinned, control freak with a privacy fetish.

Due to his natural, control-freak-plus-privacy-fetish state, he fucked up Kate's whole pr when she left the hospital. The entire controversy regarding "Where is Kate?" would never have even happened had he handled it properly.

All he had to do was allow her to be photographed leaving the hospital. She didn't even have to walk out of the hospital. He could have just driven her out the same way he himself was photographed leaving The London Clinic.

Except he didn't do that.

Because he's an emotionally damaged, thin skinned, control freak with a privacy fetish. Again, his über fans who view everything he does with rose-colored glasses because they're parked up his rectum, will write odes and songs as to how William "protected" Kate's "privacy."

Ah, yes, the same "privacy protecting" moves that have garnered comments like this from the UK press:

“I think the thing we’ve actually seen pretty consistently about Kensington Palace since the Prince of Wales took over as it were, isn’t actually–they aren’t very good at communicating with the public. They had that visit which didn’t go very well. They’re doing whatever’s going on with here. I think clearly there’s a problem.”

“The pr machine that can handle Megxit can surely handle the princess getting surgery, and it has–just as Stephen says–spun out into these wild, wild rumors. Most of which are pretty crazy, ultimately stemming from the fact that something doesn’t feel quite right about this in a story with multiple witnesses and no photos. But, you know, let’s see, maybe, in the next 12 hours some photos do emerge. That would be a fascinating development.”

Note that these two comments recognize the before and after William became the heir to the throne. For some reason, the Kensington Palace press office could handle the shitshow of Megxit in 2020 when they were under the auspices of Clarence House. Except today that is no longer the case.

Because the Kensington Palace of today is the one that helps The Daily Show write their script for the evening.

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Because they've become an INTERNATIONAL JOKE!

And it's the current Kensington Palace that picked a fight with the British Army over Kate's picture at The Colonel's Review almost two weeks ago.

Because, again, William is an emotionally damaged, thin skinned, control freak with a privacy fetish.

William is a few fries short of a Happy Meal, one beer short of a six-pack, one egg short of an omlet, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, etc.

And yes, there is unquestionably more crazy shit coming our way after William goes on vacation for several weeks.

Again.

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