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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 year

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He’s Mine

Summary: Every year there is an event held in New York for the people in the mafia. Being the wife of Kylo Ren, the head of the mafia is no easy task especially when a certain person gets under your skin for being with Kylo. Luckily with a little help of the Knight of Ren, you made it clear to that person that Kylo belongs to you. Kylo Ren x Reader

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You knew it wasn't easy when attending to these events with your husband, Kylo. The stares and the whispers were always overwhelming. Kylo even wanted to stop going after you told him about your feelings towards it. You knew however it was important for his work and his appearance.

"They envy you." Kuruk told you once late at night as you sat on the couch with the KOR, the Knights of Ren. The men who gave their loyalty and their life to Kylo.

"Why's that?" You asked them who surrounded you.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ushar said as he got up and walked to the nearest open window to light a cigarette.

Ap'lek cleared his throat and looked at you. "It's because you have Kylo in the palm of your hand."

"He will do anything for you. He will kill for you." Trudgen added.

"Every woman wants to be you, Y/n. Since Kylo has you, every man wants you."

They watched as your eyes widened and looked at each other. They wouldn't tell you what Kylo had done to the men and women that tried to get close to you.

When Vicrul saw you were crying outside during your third event. He had asked what happened, you told him someone named Bazine Netal had come up to you and was making comments about how she fucked Kylo. Now you were aware of Kylo's sexual relationships, he had in the past before you. In a short and brief matter. He told you he was never looking for a relationship before you. It was strictly sex, strictly for his pleasure only. Vicrul comforted you and told you the same thing Kylo told you before. It was just sex.

"That skank is here because she's the daughter of some other boss. Apparently she thought if she could get with Kylo she would get richer and have more power." Vicrul told you.

"Did he have feelings for her?" You asked him.

"Listen here, I have known Kylo since we were teenagers and he never once talked to me about being in a relationship or even liking a girl. That was until he met you. Couldn't keep Bigfoot from shutting up about you when he first met you." You laughed at Kylo's nickname.

"He did fucked Bazine. I won't lie about that but it was before you. He did it because she was there when he was sexually frustrated. He just used her for sex nothing more. She's just pissed because Kylo told her to fuck off when he met you. I can tell you a few secrets though. Things that can help you to keep her big mouth shut."

After that night you knew things about what Kylo used to be like in bed before meeting you and you intend to take advantage of it especially with her. Fast forwarding to now you knew she would come up to you tonight. Apparently after hearing that you and Kylo got married. She went berserk according to Vicrul.

The KOR had agreed among themselves that they wouldn't tell you more about Bazine, especially the night when Kylo went to Bazine's apartment a month after getting married with you.

The leggy blonde was happy to open the front door for Kylo. With high hopes that Kylo changed his mind and wanted her instead of you. She was met with Kylo's large hand grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall near the door.

The KOR stood quiet and kept the door guarded from the outside. They listened to her pleas and her sobbing.

"What did I tell you?" Kylo yelled at her as he choked her.

"I don't want you near my wife or me. I want Y/n. I'm with her. That's who I belong to. Get that through your thick fucking skull." Kylo watched as Bazine gasped for air as he shouted at her. Her face was becoming red, the veins on her forehead were popping out.

Vircul was watching down the hallway when he heard a loud thump from inside the apartment and muffled screams from Kylo. He could feel the dried blood on his fingertips from their kill they did before coming to Bazine. He wished he was the one choking Bazine. She caused so much trouble for them that night. Bazine thought it would have been a good idea to tell a rival of Kylo about you. Bazine didn't know they had an inside guy. Vicrul would never forget the face Kylo made when their guy called and told them that Bazine had gone and told the rival all about you. None of the KOR looked at Kylo when their inside guy told them about the rival's plan on taking you, using you, and selling you.

Vircul heard Kylo yell once more then heard Bazine screaming and cursing at him.

Bazine cried out as she looked up at Kylo. He had thrown her to the ground. She looked around to see her hair extensions on the floor along with one of her heels. Tears were running down her face, her makeup ruined. Her face was flushed. She winced when he grabbed her chin, he stared at her and pointed a finger at her.

"Next time you try to have my wife kidnapped or get near Y/n. I'll fucking you. I swear to fucking god, I'll end you." He screamed at her, pushing her face away harshly to the side. He walked out of her apartment leaving her on the ground. He slammed the door shut and without a word Kylo and the KOR left.

Few minutes later Kylo received a call from you when they made it outside of Bazine's complex building. The KOR watched their boss pick up the phone and walk a few feet away. They watched as a smile came across his face and nodded. Kylo hung up the phone and walked back towards them.

"Y/n made dinner. She's waiting for us. No fucking word about this." He said pointing at the complex building. The day went horribly wrong at first but ended well by them walking into Kylo's penthouse with the smell of home cooked food and a warm welcome hug from you.

You stared at yourself in the full body mirror as you touched the fabric of your gown. The red gown was elegant, reaching down to your ankles. You wore a nude colored heels. You checked your lips once more making sure it wasn't smudge. You tugged on the thin straps making sure it stayed in place on your shoulders. You wore the jewelry that Kylo gifted you as well. Diamond necklace along with a bracelet. You checked your earring making sure the back end is tightly closed.

"Wow." You looked over your shoulder to see Kylo standing by the doorway of the bedroom.

"Wow to you too, mister." You said, turning around to see his full outfit. He wore a black suit with a matching black shirt, tie and dress shoes. His dark curls framed his face. He even trimmed his mustache a bit. His cologne of soft spices and wood welcomed you.

"Black and red. Wonderful colors." He said as he walked towards you. Softly turning you back around to face the mirror. You looked at him through the mirror. He had you against his chest as both of you looked ahead at the mirror. He wrapped his hands around your waist. Leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders.

"Kylo." You giggled when he nibbled on the thin strap of the dress. You watched him as he looked at the mirror and gave you a grin.

"You look so handsome." You tell him, bringing your left arm up to reach behind his head as he kissed your bare skin. With a fist full of hair, you gently tug him down to reach your face so you can kiss him.

You moan in his mouth as one of his hands touches your chest, squeezing one of your breasts. The other hand goes down to cup your mound over your dress. The friction with the fabric and his warm fingers made you move your hips against his hand.

"Fuck, Y/n." Kylo groans against your lips, happy by how eager you are. You were about to gather your dress up to your hip so he can touch your bare cunt.

You had decided to not wear anything underneath to tease him but the sound of knocking echoed throughout the penthouse interrupting both of you. Pulling away you turn around from the mirror when Kylo lets out a tsk. He looked down at his watch and said "It's probably the KOR with the limo. Event is starting soon." You nodded at him. He looks up from his watch and gives you another kiss.

"To be continued." He says, raising his eyebrow up with a mischievous smirk.

"Yes." You said with a smile then grabbed the lipstick from the vanity. He grabs your hand, both of you walk out of the bedroom to the front door. Kylo helps you put on your coat first before he puts his on. He grabbed your clutch for you that was resting on the couch. He slips the lipsticks you handed him as you fixed your hair.

Kylo was right, the KOR were downstairs waiting next to a parked black limo, there you greeted them and thanked them for the compliments they gave you when they saw you. They all wore suits and looked their very best.

Quickly getting in, you sat next to Kylo as the KOR sat on the side seats. They talked among themselves as Vicrul talked to Kylo about a few members being in the event tonight.

Kylo's a powerful man, a respectable man but most of all he was feared by many as well. Kylo is in the mafia, he's the boss of all bosses one can say.

"I thought you were an accountant." You told him when he took you out on the first date. You would never forget the hearty laugh he gave you as he sat across from you on the restaurant table. His smile was so big from your words. That was the first of many dates then years later after ups and down because nothing is easy when dating the head of a large mafia. He asked you for your hand in marriage and the rest was history. You couldn't help but feel nervous once more about the event.

Once a year people from the mafia in different cities would come. Their bosses and their trusty crew would reunite to tell tales and of course to kiss Kylo's ass. It always amazed you, by how many people would come to the event even governors and mayors from other cities would arrive as well. Vicrul and Cardo had told you when they found you standing outside on the balcony of the building during your first event. You were a bit overwhelmed and needed the fresh air.

"He helped out a lot of people there. Gives information to mayors and governors. Especially when they're up running, and money for their stupid campaigns. Whenever they need to hide some dark secrets from the people. Gives sanctuary to other mafia bosses whenever they are in deep shit. It goes on and on."

Finally making it to the event, Kylo helped you out of the limo and walked with you up the red carpeted stairs to the main entrance. Coats were given to the coat check. Kylo walked with you hand to hand to the main hall. As usual Kylo made his rounds while you decided to sit down with the guys and have a drink.

"I'm sure Bigfoot liked the dress we picked out." Cardo said, taking a sip of his drink.

You gave him a small laugh and nodded. Kylo sure did it. An hour later Kylo made it back when dinner was served. Laughter, conversations and drinks were made throughout dinner. Mayors came by to say their hellos. Their wives' gave their congratulations and welcomed you into being in a marriage. They gave you compliments about the dress you wore as well. You just gave them a smile and tried your best to be friendly. They even asked if any of the KOR were single. Of course, they didn't care that they were married or half the age of the KOR. They wanted a new boy toy. You were growing ill by how they talked about them like they were pieces of meat to be chewed up and thrown to the side when finished.

They couldn't help but smile when you gave the housewives a fake laugh and commented. "They are all mine."

The housewives mumbled under their breath about you being selfish and a bitch. You just rolled your eyes and happily went back to finish your dinner when they left. You were a bit glad Kylo had gotten up from the table beforehand. He would have killed these old ladies.

"What?!" You said when you saw them staring at you. They shook their heads and pretended to be looking somewhere else. They obviously heard the comments.

"Listen here." You said, pointing at them with the fork in your hand.

"You deserve more than being just a fuck. You deserve someone to love you. Not to use you for just sex." You said then continued on with your dinner. Not noticing the smiles from them. You have come to know and respect them. They were good men, who worked hard and did everything in their power to come on top. You often see them looking over at Kylo and you.

You couldn't help but wonder if they were lonely. They had to be, they always were with Kylo and you. When you found out about two members of the KOR being in a relationship you were so excited. Kylo found out on his own. He was waiting for the elevator to come to his floor when he left the penthouse. His eyes widened when the elevator doors opened showing two of his men kissing inside of the elevator.

"Ren." They both called out and let each other go. Kylo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck trying to think of something to say.

"Cool." He said, looking at both of them then stepped inside the elevator. Kylo didn't smile until he was in his car alone.

After dessert was served and eaten, Kylo and a few KOR walked around the hall to gather intel from other bosses that they can use in the future. Paintings were hung around the hall, music played in the other hall for others to dance. You held your drink in your hand as you walked around with Cardo. Kylo had told the KOR to not leave you alone tonight. Since he knew Bazine would be here and she would probably make a show.

"I don't want that fucking rat anywhere near Y/n." He told them a few hours before the event.

"I have no idea what it means." You tell Cardo as both of you stood in front of a painting.

Cardo hummed as he eyed the painting. He was about to speak when both of you heard footsteps coming from behind. Cardo and you turned to see Bazine there with her usually smug face.

"Nice to see you, Y/n." Bazine said then took a drink of her champagne. Cardo was about to tell her to fuck off when you spoke first.

"It's Mrs. Ren. You can call me that." You told her earning a smirk from Cardo and a look from Bazine. Skanky bitch, you thought to yourself as you looked up and down at her. Of course, she would wear something trashy to a very formal event. Her breasts were practically about to spill over her dress. If she were to bend over you knew her ass would be out for everyone to see.

"You're very lucky then Mrs.Ren." She said walking closer to you. You stood your ground looking up at the leggy woman in front of you.

"Is his cock still big?" She questions.

"How can a thing like you handle him?" She sneers at you.

"Enough!" Cardo said, pulling you away to walk away. You turned around to see her watching you so you spoke.

"If I couldn't. He wouldn't have made me his wife and don't worry as his wife, the woman he loves, I have been taking his big cock everyday." With that you turned and walked away with Cardo.

"Holy shit." Cardo whispered while walking into another hall where you saw Kylo talking to a group of people.

"I know, was it too much?" You asked, finishing your drink in one gulp and placing it on a server tray as they walked past you.

"Not at all. Hopefully it'll keep her away for now." He told you as you looked at your husband across the room. You stared at Kylo for a moment as he talked to the group of people surrounding him. They listen intently at Kylo's words. You knew Kylo had to be in these events for his image and his credibility. It was important and you would deal with these events standing tall just for him because you love him. You suddenly smile when an idea strikes you. You turned to Cardo and asked him for a favor.

You walked towards your husband who was now talking with another person. He also wore black suit like Kylo. He was a few inches shorter and looked much older than Kylo.

When Kylo sees you, his eyes light up.

"Y/n, come and meet Mr. Dittmann." Kylo said as he placed a hand behind your back. You held out your hand to greet him.

"Ren, you didn't say your wife was so beautiful." Mr. Dittmann said as he held your hand and leaned down to kiss it. Kylo stared at him as the man looked at you with lustful eyes. Mr. Dittmann didn't seem to care about Kylo's stares as he kissed the back of your hand. You looked up at the man's hazel eyes, he had an accent too.

"I'm from Denmark." He commented to you.

"Oh, how lovely." Kylo's hand twitched in rage behind your back when Mr. Dittmann leaned back up and still held your hand.

"You may call me Mads, sweetheart." He told you as you pulled away.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mads." You responded then looked at Kylo who was still staring hard at Mads. You placed a hand on Kylo's chest and gave him a small smile knowing he hates when people called you by nicknames.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with my husband but I need him urgently to deal with something." Kylo looked away from him and down at you with a worried face.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I'll be waiting to talk more about business." Mads said with a nod goodbye and left.

"I'm going to kill that son of bitch." Kylo grunted at you. You shook your head and grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going? What was the problem?" He asked as you took him out of the hall and walked up the staircase to a private bathroom. Cardo looked at you as you gave him a thumbs up while going up the stairs with Kylo.

"Let the show begin." He said as he started to walk to another hall to get the KOR.

"What's going on?" Kylo asked as you pushed him into the private bathroom a few doors down the hallway.

You left the door a bit open and quickly walked in front of Kylo before he noticed. He was leaning against the wall a few feet across the door. You walked in front of him wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands quickly wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I dragged you away. I missed you." You said, looking up at him batting your eyelashes at him.

"I missed you too." He told you, pulling you closer to him. You can practically smell the cologne on his neck. You can smell light bourbon on his breath as well.

"Can't wait for this event to be over." Kylo said softly knowing this isn't your favorite thing to do. He was thankful though. You will come and give him company.

"Any good connection?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair making him close his eyes.

"Lots but that last guy I'm going to kill him, you know for looking at you like that." Kylo said as he leaned down to place his forehead against yours.

"I'm sure it was just to kiss ass. He doesn't want anything else from me." You whispered against his lips. Kylo shook his head as he bumped his nose with yours and sighed.

"You don't know how beautiful you are. So sweet and pure. My little fucking angel." He said giving you a kiss on the cheek then one on your lips.

"An angel?" You asked when you pulled away. Kylo nods yes to you. You dropped your arms down and softly tugged him by his belt.

"Can I show you something?" You asked, once again he nodded. You quickly bunch the fabric of the dress up to your hips. You take his right hand. You softly moan when his fingers hit your bare cunt. Showing him you were no angel at all. Kylo's mouth drop and his eyes widen. A few seconds later you were pushed against the wall.

"Dirty little girl. Still wet from earlier?" He asked as his large fingers parts your puffy lips. His fingers rubbing your clit. He hums in satisfaction as your cunt was getting wetter by his touch.

"Can't stop thinking about you." You told him then started to kiss him. Making him groan as you slip your tongue in his mouth. Kylo wasted no time to kneel down in front of you. You let out a gasp when you felt him lick your slit. His nose is almost sliding between your folds. You let out a gasp when his nose bumps with your clit.

"Fuck." You cry out when he puts a leg over his shoulder as he spreads your lips to eat you out. You hear him moan as he slips his tongue up and down in your throbbing clit. You shake from pleasure under your husband's tongue. You almost had forgotten about the plan, you looked up towards the door and saw her. You stared at Bazine who was looking at you behind the door.

You knew she was angry. She had to be because you knew Kylo never once ate a woman out. Vicrul told you that Kylo told him that he never ate pussy especially from girls he just fucks but now he's down on his knees eating your cunt like it's the last supper. Kylo was surprisingly good at eating pussy, probably it was because Kylo ate so fast and shoved everything in his mouth as quickly as possible.

"Baby..yes." You cry when you feel him adding a second finger into you. His fingers are so thick and rough. You can feel him stretching you. He lets out a harsh groan while looking up at you as he kisses your mound. He pulls away when you tug on his hair.

"You taste so good." Kylo says, making you smile as you praise him for his skilled tongue. You knew it would drive her crazy.

"You love eating this pussy, don't you baby? Making my pussy cum with daddy's tongue." You say loudly looking at Bazine. Kylo hummed in satisfaction as he kissed your inner thigh that hung over his shoulder.

"Yes." Kylo groans. "Love this pussy." He tells you playful biting your thigh making you whine as you stare hard at her.

"You know what else baby?" You ask looking down at Kylo. Pushing his hair out of his face, looking down at his pretty face and wet lips.

"You like fucking this pussy right?" Kylo nods quickly at your question. "Fuck yes."

"I want you to fuck me. Please." You beg him as he gently removes your leg from his shoulder. He quickly stood up to kiss you making you taste yourself. His kisses were wet with your slick, so loud that can be heard. Another thing Kylo never did was kiss whoever he fucked. When you found out about this. It all made sense to you on why Kylo would spend hours making out with you like both of you were a couple of teenagers when you first started to date and even now. Some days a simple kiss will turn out to be a full make out session.

Bazine gripped her clutch as Kylo kissed you. Your red lipstick you wore was now smudge from his kisses. Whenever she tried to kiss him he would push her away. Even during sex when she started to get clingy. Kylo would shout at her and turn her around to push her head down but now seeing him do the very thing she wanted drove her into anger.

"How?" He asked you. Another thing Kylo didn't do with her. He wasn't the one to ask what position. It was always his way or no way. Bazine saw him moving. Kylo unzips his dress pants. He placed a hand near your head as he stroked himself.

"Tell me, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

"I need that sweet pussy now." He mumbles under his breath.

"Against the wall, I want you to hold me." You tell him, and without a word he quickly grabs the back of your legs to lift you. You pushed the fabric of your dress up to your stomach.

You let out a moan when you felt his cock pierced inside of you without a warning. "We have to be quick before anyone sees us, ok?" Kylo whispers to you gently making you nod as you give him another kiss to ease the pain from the sudden stretch.

Wrapping your arm around neck, you moan when he grabbed your ass and started to fuck you slowly at first.

"So fucking good." Kylo quietly whines to you as his brows knit together.

You were looking over his shoulder to the door and moaned loudly making sure that she could hear you. You felt him kiss your neck and started to fuck you harder making you moan as you felt the head of his cock ramming against your cervix repeatedly. So painfully good, the feeling of being so full. You stared right at her and gave her a wide smile as you let out a moan. You knew how you looked completely crazy. Your legs hanging from the crook of his arms as he held you up. Your hair is probably a mess by now. You knew your lipstick was gone by smudges on Kylo's face. You know she can hear the squelching sound of your pussy being rammed hard by him. His grunts and your moans.

'That's right bitch, he's mine.' You thought to yourself. Your eyes closed when you felt Kylo started to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck.

"Yes baby." You moaned loudly.

"F-fuck! Keep squeezing me like that. Pl..Please." Kylo yells as he fucks you as you lean back to your back to the wall whining at the new angle now.

"Fuck!" Kylo yells. Did he see her, you thought to him.

"Look at that baby." He says with a groan as started to hit you with deep and slow thrust.

You quickly push all of the fabric from the dress against your body making room to see. Looking down to see where the two of you meet. You moan at the sight of it. His cock sliding in and out of you, his cock so slick with your juices. You can see a white ring starting form at the base of his cock, some of your cream had already stained his pants.

"Look at this pussy. Mine pussy. This is mine. All fucking mine." He hissed as he started to ram into you quicker making you bounce on the wall.

"Cum for me..cum on daddy's cock." He tells you as he squeezes your ass hard making you fall back to his chest. You were about to drool on his suit when you felt him ram into you. You had no choice, your hanged legs shook at his harsh strokes. You can feel your toes curl in your high heels.

"Daddy...mmm." You moaned in a high pitch as you opened your eyes and saw her again.

"That's it, squeeze my cock like that. Just like that!" Kylo praises you, letting a moan out he feels the head of his cock hitting you right in the spot. He can feel your wall gripping tightly.

"Cum in me. Breed me daddy..please cum inside." You cry out looking straight in her eyes with a grin.

Kylo always wore a condom with them. You're the first he fucked raw. Something about knowing that made you wild. All the times he filled you up. Never once did he mention condoms with you. You knew he liked cumming inside of you. His eyes grow wide whenever you're on your back with your legs spread open. Your fingers playing with your pussy. He would moan as you use his cum as lube to play with your clit. You grin up at him as you softly slap your cunt again and again as his cum oozes out of you, those wet smacks makes him moan as he nestled between your legs for a taste.

"Gonna cum inside my little angel's pussy." Kylo grunts harder, pulling you painfully close to him, making you whine. You feel his fingernails digging into your ass as he lifts you up and down on his cock.

You feel your abdomen tighten when you hear Kylo whine, you knew he was close. You wanted so bad to cum you wanted to show her you cumming on your husband's cock. Kylo feels your hand on his neck making him shut his eyes with pleasure.

"Give me daddy's cum." Kylo grunts at your words, squelching sounds from your pussy filling your ears.

"Fill me up daddy. Pleasee fill your angel's pussy." You tell him, bouncing on him to meet his hip.

"Kiss me." You obey him and he meets your lips with him. You mewled as he sucked your tongue in his kiss. It was getting too much from you. You cry in his mouth when you came on his cock. He lets your lips free and watches as your pretty face go dumb from your orgasm.

"Yeah..cum on this cock." Kylo tells you. He lets out a moan when he feels both hands on his throat. His eyes grew wide at your action.

"Cum in me. Come on baby." You whisper, tighten your hold on his throat. You let out a loud whine while hearing him whimper as he felt his mind go blank and at that moment Kylo knew you were an angel. You were giving him his guilty pleasure. You were choking him.

You hold him close when he spills inside of you, it was so warm. You let out another loud whine as he leans towards the wall. You don't care about the cold wall against your back. You look back at the door as you kiss Kylo on his cheek praising him for filling you up. You give Bazine a wink then a smirk.

Bazine lets out a huff and quickly walks away from the door. She rolled her eyes when she saw the KOR as she walked down the stairs. The KOR were spread out on the floor, guarding the upstairs restroom.

"You good skank?" Vicrul asked as he leaned against the pillar a few feet away from the staircase.

"Skank?! You mean she is the skank?! Fucking him in the bathroom like a whore." Bazine yelled, making him chuckle. He pushed himself off the pillar and walked closer to her towering over her completely with his six foot frame.

"She's no whore. That's her husband. Don't confuse her with you." Vicrul told her. Bazine looked up at his blue eyes and rolled her eyes dramatically. She couldn't believe she had grown aroused by watching Kylo and you fucking. She has grown more jealous of you now. She couldn't get rid of the sound of his moans and his filthy words he moaned to you. The expression on your face when he emptied his load into you had imprinted in her mind.

So Bazine did what she always does.

"How come we never fucked, Vicrul?" She told him, eyeing him up and down. Vicrul frowned at her knowing what she was doing. She thought she can get whatever she wants by just having sex.

"I'm good at it. I'm sure Kylo has told you what my mouth can do." Vicrul shook his head at her words, making her face drop.

"Oh wait." Vicrul said as he tapped on the crown of his forehead. "He did say something about you being annoying. That he told me about you."

"Tell me. What do you like? I can provide anything for you." Bazine said, crossing her arms under her breasts to make them appear much larger.

"Would you happen to have a twelve inch dick between your legs?" He asks, making her eyes widen at his question. Her arms fell and she stood still.

"Didn't think so. So the answer is no." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and walked away when he saw Kylo and you making your way to walk down the stairs.

Cardo watched as Bezine let out a grunt of disgust and walked away. He was glad she didn't talk to him since he was the one to lie to her, telling her that Kylo was waiting for her upstairs. He waited for Vicrul to walk by him.

"Is my nine inch dick not enough for you, honey?" Cardo said, making the rest of the KOR yell oooohhh. As they all got together to wait for Kylo and you. Vicrul gave them a side eye to shut up then looked to his right at Cardo.

"You know it is, baby. Can't live without." Vicrul whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but smile as Cardo blushed. Vicrul looked away from his lover when Kylo and you walked towards them.

"Is everything alright?" Kylo asked them as he saw his men together.

"I had asked them to guard while you helped me with my dress, dear. Right, guys?" You said with a smile looking at them.

"Yes." They all said simultaneously, making Kylo nod as he cleared his throat.

"You good, boss?" Vicrul asked Kylo with a shit eating grin as he saw a slight wet spot on his boss's pants specifically around his crotch area. He also noticed you weren't wearing lipstick anymore.

"Perfect." Kylo answered him as he looked down at you. You winked at Cardo as Kylo and you walked back to the tables.

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purplelupins · 1 year

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What Kind of Man

|Better Call Saul|

Lalo Salamanca x fem!reader

Summery: Reader waits for Lalo to come home and takes the feeling between her thighs into her own hands…and gets a surprise.

Warnings: daddy kink(word papi used, but not daddy) sort of pet play, ownership of a person, use of a person as payment for a debt, fingering, obedient reader, older man/ younger woman, obsessive Lalo, possessive Lalo, unhealthy relationship dynamics

Notes: Look I was messy as hell and talking to my friend and she gave me a prompt to get my horny out and this happened. Enjoy!

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There was a stillness to the air that made your skin feel akin to static charged velvet. You mind spun and dragged simultaneously leaving your chest feeling uncomfortable and tight. You watched the clock on the wall as it ticked to 4:17 pm; it had been nine hours since you had seen that enigmatic menace of a man who kept you as his.

There was a certain kind of fear he inflicted in those around him- a predisposition of sorts that he had. You had always supposed part of it came from his last name, but you knew that was barely it at all. No, Lalo Salamanca didnt need his last name to drive horror and anxiety into the hearts of even those close to him. All he needed was his unmatched charm to mask his lack of remorse and a gun to sit comfortably in his rough hands.

And while you too used to feel that uncomfortable edge in his presence, you loved those hands of his- blood on them or not…figuratively or not.

The clock ticked again.

You sighed. He was usually home by then…he’d have you wrapped in his arms, sat at his desk on his lap or beside him in his car with his hand on your thigh.

But not today. You didn’t like to think about how quickly that man had shouldered his way into your heart and mind; it made you feel weak. But if having Lalo as the man to care for you meant you were weak…so be it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t give you what you wanted. He did, mostly. All he asked for in return was your simple obedience. To Lalo, however, obedience did not just mean “do as I say”…it was a lifestyle. It was about loyalty.

Should you ever get taken, you were to be killed rather than betray Lalo Salamanca.

Should anyone ever attempt to lay a hand on you, violent or sexual, you are to remain loyal to Lalo Salamanca.

Should your life be in danger with Lalo by your side, you are to listen to only the words of Lalo Salamanca.

You were his, and he took his role very seriously. Lalo didn’t take your relationship lightly. He might have laughed about you being practically a pet when someone made a comment, but that night said person wound up dead. You were a contract, and he intended to maintain his end.

If you did this, he let you feel as if he held the world in his palm for you. His little princessa.

The thought alone had you clench your thighs as you wandered back through the house to your room.

The soft mattress dipped under you as you laid down.

You missed him. You always missed him.

“Lalo…lalo…laalo.” You murmured his name to yourself, trying out difference sounds as a distraction.

It wasn’t your fault you belonged to a man like him, but you did belong to him, and keeping yourself entertained was a part of it.

You missed his brown eyes that glittered even in the darkest rooms. You missed his scent that would engulf you; his arms that held you or braced him above you as he slipped inside you…

Your cheeks began to burn as you thought of the man. It wasn’t as if he kept you under lock and key…you had plenty of space to roam within the compound, but you missed his company that would bring the place to life. You swore even the birds chirped louder when he was there- they were his too. Everything was his.

You placed your hands on your stomach, and played with the fabric of your sun dress. It was a pretty little yellow one Lalo had brought you one night after being away longer than usual. You thought about what he had done to you after you had opened the box…you had had to wash the entire bed spread that night.

As your mind wandered you felt a familiar warmth begin to burn in your lower tummy, right under your belly button. You could feel your clit begin to pulse as if on instinct as you thought of the man who owned you. Your hand began to wander down your stomach to your hips where you drew up your dress around your waist; your finger trancing the top of your sweet little white panties that were now almost transparent with how much you were soaking them.

The image of Lalo leaning over you entered your mind, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped your hand under the waistband. You gasped as you traced around your clit- already so sensitive. It was a mindless movement to slip your hand further down to your slit, which was now a soaked mess. You mewled in the quiet room, your hips bucking up into your hand as your other one squeezed your breast and smoothed down your stomach. Every touch sending your skin alight, your muscles twitching.

You eased your finger inside your cunt, and whined sadly at how poorly it filled you. Trying to add a second one did almost nothing to satisfy-

“Look at what we have here…”

You bolted up and withdrew your hands from yourself like you were a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Lalo was already fully seated in a chair across the room, his eyes bright and playful. You noted a few splashes of blood that were now turning brown on his yellow shirt. No wonder he was in a good mood.

You hoped he noticed you had chosen to match him after he left that morning. The colour of sunshine.

“Don’t stop for me, pretend-“ he got up, dragging the chair with him and spun it, “-like I’m not even here, niña.” He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back that now sat against his chest, leaning forward to gaze at you intently.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your body ached to jump into his arms to soak in his warmth; the worst part was he knew it. He knew you wanted to get yourself drunk on his scent. He knew you wanted him to make you cum, wanted him to murmur filth into your ears. But you had touched yourself without him, and he wasn’t about to let you off the hook instantly.

“Off you go.” He nodded his head, eyes alight and smile dangerous.

You nodded and sat up on the pillows, the setting sun had turned the room orange, and you suddenly felt so much warmer; perhaps his honeyed gaze had something to do with it.

Who were you kidding? Of course those eyes had something to do with it.

They had everything to do with it.

Those fucking eyes were why you were where you were in the first place. After he had hooked you with those eyes months ago, all he had had to do was flash you that smile of his and you had been done for, whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t as if you had a choice, but his charm had defibeky made the transition much easier.

If it hadn’t been for your father owing Lalo money, you wouldn’t be there. If Lalo hadn’t brought up what a pretty little thing you were; if your father hadn’t jumped at the chance to settle the debt with you in place of the cash…you would have still been in your own home. Hell you might not have been alive if you father put off paying Lalo back another week.

Your gaze met his as you slipped your hand back under your soaked panties and he tutted you.

“Ah, ah…show me.” He said, pointing to the fabric covering you. The older man’s scolding tone made your head dizzy with the need to please him.

You obediently moved them to the side so he could see you fuck your fingers back inside yourself. The feeling just wasn’t the same without him…but having any touch there was better than none. Your breathing began to get heavier, and a shiver ran up your spine when you noticed his did too.

Your fingers spread you open as you fought to pleasure yourself; you barely reached your gspot, making you buck up into your palm to gain some friction on your clit. The little touch had you gasping after teasing yourself so much, but it wasn’t enough. Evidently your creased brows and pout were enough for Lalo to know exactly what torture you were experiencing.

“Nothing like papi’s cock, is it?” He rumbled, pupils blow wide. Lalo liked seeing you whimpering for his touch; not that be needed the validation, it was simply amusing to him.

You shook your head, but didn’t dare stop. Lalo smirked, and slowly stood, walking around to where you laid and sat beside you. His stare had you entranced as he took your wrist and pulled your fingers from your cunt, and brought them to his mouth. Your lips parted as he sucked your slick off, his warm tongue gently lapping.

“How about I show you how to do it, pequeña? You’d like that, hm?” He murmured casually, as if his large, calloused hand wasn’t already pushing your thighs apart even more.

You nodded. “Y-yes please, Pa-Papi. Please.” The voice that came from you was barely a squeak.

He grinned, and held the index and middle fingers of his left hand up to your mouth, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you welcomed them into your mouth, lapping at them like you would a lollipop or other candy. Lalo took his hand from your lips and leaned over you as he dipped his hand under your panties; the heat from his large hand made you twitch into his palm, and he chuckled at your neediness.

“Look at you…all ready for me.” His voice had gained an edge to it as he stroked through your soaked folds.

“How’s that, niña?” He purred, breathing in your air as he began to weigh down on you, enjoying how you bucked your hips while he swirled his finger around your already swollen clit.

You tried your best to get a sound out but the most you could get out was a whine and a very breathy “G-good…”. Lalo grinned wider, and leaned down to lick into your mouth as he continued to play with your aching cunt like a little toy. The older man could feel you begin to quiver and shake. He inscreased the pressure his finger had on you and steadily mapped out your entire cunt like his thick cock wasn’t straining painfully in his jeans. Leisurely. Slowly.

An intense pressure began to build inside you where the heat used to be, and you began pawing at his shoulders. Lalo sunk down onto you, his chest against yours as he continued to tongue-fuck your mouth. “Such a good girl…feels good, huh?” He rasped, his accent coming thicker and thicker as he began to lose his composure.

You nodded and whined helplessly while that scolding hot coil inside you tightened like a vice. Strangling your insides.

“Cum for me…make papi proud, niña.” The older man eased his index finger inside you, and stroked your gspot effortlessly as he filled you, and before you could nod frantically, you were seeing stars. Your moan was swallowed into his throat as you clenched around him impossibly tight, rabbiting your hips up to fuck your self on his thick finger. “That’s it…there you go…atta girl.” He murmured pressing his hard cock against your thigh absentmindedly.

You cried out as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm, your cum drenching his hand. Then, as your whines settled, he stopped his movements, and pulled away from you. You didn’t even hear him start to unbuckle his belt. “Now why don’t you keep those legs open so papi can feel good too, hm?” He rumbled against you.

All you could do was nod.

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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Five

Rating: Explicit Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen

Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

Tropes: Childhood Sweethearts/Friends to Lovers, Generational Trauma and Cycles of Abuse, It's All About the Character Development, Unreliable Narrators, Multi-POV, Canon Divergent, Bisexual Aegon II Targaryen, Book/Show Mash Up, Fix-It Of Sorts, Stopping the Cycle of Abuse before it gets us all killed, Team Neutral, fairy tale vibes meets victorian medievalism meets grrm

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

CHAPTER FIVE - PAIN IN MY HEART

Some time has passed for the dust to settle in the wake of the betrothal, unshed tears, and attempts at fratricide. Aegon and Abby begin adjusting to the new state of things and Alicent begins to show her hand. Mommy issues abound for all.

The maester's hands were cold and uncomfortable as they examined him, searching for sores and whatever the fuck else he rattled on about as he came entirely too close to his person. Aegon's fists clenched at his sides, his head tilted back so he had no chance of catching sight of the grizzled head below him, bobbing around his cock. It would certainly ruin any pleasure that he would ever experience again.

It was too damn early for this. The sun was still creeping over the walls of the Keep, not even past the early morning. Dreadful.

"No unsightly marks, your Grace," the man affirmed. "Ensure that any pleasure house you visit keeps clean quarters, and you should be safe from giving illness to your Lady wife."

His Lady wife. He saw the smile that graced her features, the spray of freckles along her nose and cheeks. Her bright eyes were blue as the sky he found escape in, and her cascade of sunset curls were his. Every bit of her would belong to him in a few moons. Cool hands that tempered his fevered skin would touch him without a barrier. The soft pout of her heart-shaped mouth pressed open by his thumb-

"I don’t need guidance on spreading illness to my wife when I visit her bed. I’m more concerned about avoiding having my cock fall off," he snapped defensively, yanking his trousers up as soon as the maester pulled away, not wanting the stirring from where his thoughts had been wandering to manifest in front of his current company. Ser Criston was on the other side of the low partition and Aegon did not need to meet his gaze to know that he was being examined and judged and found wanting.

Aegon could barely resist mouthing the words that followed, for they were as familiar as his mother's prayers. "Every woman is an image of the Mother and should be treated with respect," Cole reminded him with a level voice. Aegon knew it, as intimately as his mother's judgment, that the man was disappointed; disappointed in his inability to be better in the training yard, and his inability to keep his cock in check.

For as long as Aegon could remember, Ser Criston Cole had been by his mother’s side and by extension, that of him and his siblings. While Viserys (he could never think of the rotting king as his father, only Sire, for all that the word entailed) had noticed him in Aegon’s earliest memories, telling him how he would tame a dragon one day, and regaling his young self with stories of the Black Dread, it was Criston who came to his mind when one asked or spoke about father. Just as he desired to keep and then win back his mother’s affection, lost to time as it had been, he felt the same with the man who was currently judging him like the Father and Warrior themselves. Once, Cole had seemed heartened by Aegon’s natural talent with a blade and his hunger to prove himself in the training yard, especially in the face of Rhaenyra’s growing brood of dark haired brats. It hadn’t hurt as much then, the lessons. The weight had not come upon him all at once. It was a slow build. Stone by stone, they pressed down on his shoulders, with each turn of the moon until he struggled beneath the weight of the expectation.

His mother’s growing paranoia and panic with each new son born to his sister, and what Aegon suspected was pressure from outside sources, left his cheeks mottled pink and red from her hands and the bite of her nails on his shoulders. It left him sensitive to raised voices and sudden movements. It left him pretending to be more in his cups than he was, if only to keep watch of what went on around him, what people said, what someone might do to him. Then came the times when he was beyond caring of his fate and hoping some percent oblivion might be found beyond the next bottle.

Cole’s growing shift in praise to Aemond and his increasing barbs for Aegon to pay attention and how a warrior and a prince did not prowl after the ladies and the serving maids poured salt on the growing wounds his mother gouged.

“A man saves himself to perform his husbandly duties,” he’d said when catching him in the hall with his tongue down Lady Melia’s throat when he was three and ten. The older girl had been dismissed from his mother’s service within days of the event.

Ser Harrold had told him that he should not force himself on a lady, that a good and honorable man does not use his power as an advantage over young lasses. A good and honorable man treats them with respect. “A man denies the temptation to sully himself for one night for a simple promise or a hope of a dream,” he’d said when Aegon had been dragged back from the Street of Silk, soaked to the bone from the rainstorm, and bruised and beaten from the paramour of the woman who’d lured him in. He’d been five and ten. She had been the daughter of a merchant, sharp and lovely with brown ringlets that frizzed in the heat. Aegon thought she loved him, or at the very least, desired him enough that maybe he could run away from everything that hurt. Maybe, with this other woman and her dark curling hair, he could forget how beautiful Abby looked laughing beneath the dappled sunlight of the weirwood tree, for surely he would never be allowed to have her. She would be sent away, meant for someone else because he was a growing disappointment and do you not see how Aemond applies himself? Why is it so difficult for you?

Ser Harwin had sat him, Aemond, and Jace down one afternoon after coming upon them doing something ridiculous in the garden. He couldn’t remember if it was because he had pulled Abby’s hair, or the fact that Aemond and Jace had been fighting over something - a toy or some such nonsense. He’d said that when you found the perfect someone, you would make a deal with the seven devils if you had to, to be with them. And that it was always worth it.

“Women and young ladies are not here for such earthly pleasures. They are all that is pure and good in the world, and are ruined beyond measure when they fall into the depths of pleasures of the flesh. Every woman is the image of the Mother, and every young girl the Maiden herself. Protected and unsullied,” Criston said when Aegon had come bounding to him, barely ten years of age, flushed and with bubbling nerves and excitement in his belly. He’d asked if Abby kissing his cheek meant that she loved him. “Do you think Mother would let me marry her if I asked?’” For she was his Rhaenys, and Cole knew his mother better than anyone in the world.

‘Always with the Mother,’ Aegon thought, feeling as if the cascading shadow of the Seven-Pointed Star shone on him now. ‘Always with the Mother, and every girl an image of the Maiden, so thank you so much for that.’

The smile Aegon turned on the Kingsguard was deceptively innocent, dimpled cheeks and all. "Funny, pretty sure the two I fucked the other night would have my queenly mother scream in terror and bar herself in the sept."

Now Ser Criston wasn't even trying to hide the look of judgment on his oh so perfect face. Aegon snatched his tunic off the partition and shoved his arms through. "Is she going to keep me under house arrest until the tourney? The wedding? Lock me in a tower like a maiden in a song?"

"Your mother could have married you to the princess."

Aegon felt a curl of nausea in his stomach at the thought of bedding his sweet sister, regardless of the custom of his forefathers. "And make dear little Aemond a kinslayer? I would not survive long enough to make it to the sept."

"Or she could decide to marry Lady Abrogail to your brother."

“And we’re back to Aemond kinslaying, or worse, to get himself out of a marriage he never asked for. Not with our sweet sister right there and ripe for the taking.” It mattered little to Aemond that it was becoming increasingly obvious to anyone who cared to look that Helaena’s affections had withered, that, in truth, they had really never been what their little brother thought they were. Aegon scoffed. “It puts us all back in the same boat." His gaze flitted to meet the knight's through the mess of hair hanging in his eyes. "Me miserable and alone, or dead. Such love you hold for me. Not to mention, how cruel of you to flaunt my betrothed’s narrowly avoided demise to prove a point." His waspish tone didn’t feel like enough to banish the pressure of unease that settled inside Aegon’s chest at the thought of harm befalling Abby, poor point or not.

Such love and regard his family held for him, while screaming that he was to be king. Expecting one thing from him, and something he didn't want.

At least we like one another. That counts for something, doesn't it, Aegon?

But it didn’t count, did it? Liking had nothing to do with what he wanted. He didn’t want the neglect and cruelty within his parents’ marriage. He didn’t want Abby to simply like him.

Aegon lifted his wrist to adjust the cuff of his sleeve and hissed softly when the fabric dragged over the healing scratches Abby had left. He instinctively pressed his mouth against the injury to soothe it before doing the clasp. So rarely did Abby’s teeth bite at him, and there was something satisfying and pleasing at the reminder of it.

Unlike Cole, who continued to speak to him as if he were a child, as if he were some squire or recruit. Sometimes Aegon felt as if the knight treated him no better than a troublesome hound. As if the man were his true father, thinking it his right to speak to him in the same tone he already heard from his mother. This man was Kingsguard, his mother’s sworn shield, and if they were so hellbent on making him king one day, Cole would answer to him. Perhaps he should remind Cole of that more often.

"You didn't answer my question, Ser Criston." Still waspish, his tone grew firmer. He might not be king yet, but Aegon was a Prince of House Targaryen, one of his father’s heirs, and a dragonrider - no mere mortal man, not a backwater soldier from who knows where.

Cole watched him steadily, the muscle in his jaw ticking before averting his eyes "Not so much locked in a tower, but confined to the Keep, my prince.” Cole spoke as if the proper etiquette physically pained him and Aegon smirked, humming softly. “You may go to the Dragonpit, escorted, but should you try anything, your mother has ordered that we bar you from it."

Something ugly curled in his chest and he barked out a laugh as he pushed open the door and headed out. "Cruel woman." It almost impressed him. Only once had they ever barred him from Sunfyre, and it was when he thought, after several cups, that going riding was the best idea ever. He still thought it was. His mother? Not so much.

He still had the scars from her nails along his elbow. A half crescent around the joint like a bite mark.

Cole was not far behind, and he glanced sidelong at the man. "Is there a schedule now? Classes with Aemond and his favorite maester? How lovely to be shown up by him in another arena."

"Well, that's why you're going to the yard. Your… everything could use some work. And it'll be a good release for you, since you're under confinement."

They had confined Mother for three moons before she had Daeron. Seven hells, he and Abby were going to have to have children. He was supposed to sire heirs and be a father, and his father was utter shit. But making heirs wouldn't be so bad?

A clap on his shoulder jogged him back to attention. "Physical exertion helps."

Aegon sneered. "Says a man who doesn't fuck. You can't trust a man who doesn't fuck, with only his own hand for company." He made a lewd stroking gesture before miming a spray of victory.

"Says a man who was once seven and ten," Ser Criston corrected, and Aegon rolled his eyes. His point still stood. Fucker never gave into the bait that he laid for him. Aegon still felt annoyed, although he acknowledged it deserved some respect.

As they reached the training yard, his eyes still bleary with sleep and the lingering headache, the coil of tension in his chest eased. Aemond was not alone, making the impending humiliation more bearable. Helaena may cheer for every time he'd get whipped in the yard, but there was no malice in his sweet sister.

"Good morning!" Helaena sang, her voice like a bell bouncing off the worn red brick of the yard, and she waved excitedly at him and Ser Criston. "It's been so long since I've seen you with a sword."

Sweet, supportive sister.

Aegon peered into the basket she was holding, snatching a piece of gingerbread. "Wine?" he asked with a hopeful look.

"Mother says you're to dry out so that you stop sweating wine." Aemond's tone was neutral, but his sly little smirk - what Mother would call sweet innocence - was all that he needed to provide.

"Does she not care to witness her son's humiliation that she ordered by her own queenly command?" His voice was light as he pulled on his padded coat over his tunic. At least Ser Criston was letting him ease back into things. No need to cut him and have him grow leprous the way their father had. He felt a vague dread at his siblings' pitying glances. He yanked at the strap on his tunic as Aemond moved towards the ring, twirling his wooden sword in hand.

His brother had long moved to live steel and Aegon's bitterness was acrid in the back of his throat. Or maybe it was just the lingering effects of the wine. He grimaced at the weight of the practice sword in hand and reached for a second one. It had been months since he'd dragged himself to the training yard. When Aemond lost his eye, he threw himself into the blade, and Aegon felt overshadowed as his brother earned admiration and love for something he was supposed to excel at. The presence of Daeron would worsen the situation, but it might shame Aemond with him before the shining little star.

"Alright, let's warm up. Aemond, what we did yesterday. You," Ser Criston pressed the tip of his own wooden sword - a toy in the hand of a Kingsguard and the Queen's sworn protector - into Aegon's chest, “You surely remember how this goes, right? It's been some time. Mayhaps you'd like to start off with only one, my prince?"

The taste of bile continued in the back of Aegon's throat. This man might be the closest thing he had to a father, no matter how he rejected it. Ser Criston Cole was there, without his gleaming Kingsguard armor, and he spoke to him in the same holier than thou tone he would to Ser Harwin Strong.

“Breakbones.” Ser Criston's voice would drip in sharp venom. Breakbones to the man who he'd witnessed act with kindness to his little sister, who had inquired to his well being when Aegon had been hacking away at the practice dummy until splinters of his sword had embedded into his palms. Who'd pressed a cup of cold water in his hands and simply sat with him as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

Aegon felt the muscle in his jaw tense and jump, his ears burning with a feeling that he would not acknowledge. It was the wine. The hangover. Nothing more. Aegon used his left sword to knock Ser Criston's away and the man let him with a smirk.

He should apologize.

He should ask Abby how she truly felt. He should ask her why she had gotten so upset when he laughed. He should… do a lot of things. Aemond was probably right, insufferable as always, despite his lack of understanding when it came to their sister.

Riding. He would take her riding, Aegon decided, while his man set out fresh clothes and his riding leathers. He scrubbed the sweat off the back of his neck and concocted his plan. Yes, he'd pack a basket of wine - no, cider, Abrogail preferred cider, but he preferred wine. So, a sweet wine. Yes. Perfect. There certainly would be cakes in the kitchens, and they would picnic beneath the afternoon sun in the Kingswood. By the lake, he thought, tugging the loose, bleached linen shirt over his head and shoving his legs into his trousers. Black wool for warmth and leather along the inside of the thighs for strength. The lake where they'd played as children would be perfect.

The last time, they'd played capture-the-treasure, during Rhaenyra's nameday before she'd left for Dragonstone. Helaena refused to be the princess, so Abrogail took her place and had been quite the quarry. She'd called Jace and Luke for help and he had to fight them off until Aemond and Helaena showed up.

Aegon paused as he pulled his hair back from his face. Maybe he should get her something. Girls liked trinkets and pretty things. It always excited Helaena when Aemond brought her bugs and flowers. A frustrated sigh and he grabbed his jacket. "Where's my sister and her ladies?" he asked his man, who'd been tossing the used water out the window.

"With her Grace, your mother, my prince," he said with a bow.

He winced. With his mother. Aegon wondered if he should ask if Lady Abrogail was there, but Abby was always with Helaena.

The path to his mother's room was an achingly familiar one, and the knots in his stomach were frustrating and unpleasant. Why did she have to be with his mother? She'd been angry about the fight, and Aegon had been doing his best to avoid her while Aemond sported the worst of the bruises. Laughter echoed down the hall when he made the turn towards her chambers, and he flexed his hand, wiping it along his thigh. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

"You are close enough to my size, but I do not think this suits you for a wedding," came Mother's voice, through the half-open door. Thoughtful, critical, but not bad-critical. "Turn? I don't think this shade of red goes well with you."

"The curse of red hair," was Abby's reply, light and agreeable as always. "It's a beautiful dress, your Grace, but should this not be for Helaena?"

"I don't like it," came her sister's complaint. "It feels like it wants to hook into my arms. Oh! Hello Aegon!" she called, and he realized they caught him before he could even announce his entrance.

He wondered if Helaena knew he was coming.

Mother's room was full of afternoon light streaming through the southern facing windows. Helaena sat on the couch facing towards him, running her fingers through an assortment of brightly colored ribbons in her lap. Mother stood by the window, speaking to the woman who knelt at her feet, adjusting the hem of the dress that Abby wore. She stood on the stool in front of the mirror, and from where he stood in the doorway, he had the perfect view of her reflection.

The red of her curls glowed almost as gold as Sunfyre's scales where the sun caught them unbound down her back. Abby smiled uncertainly as she gazed at her reflection, her hands on the golden dragon decorations on her shoulders. She wore a cream dress with deep Targaryen red slashes in the back of the skirt and long tapered sleeves lined in the same blood crimson.

Aegon's mouth went dry at the sight of her, and the way her eyes widened when she looked towards him over her shoulder. As his mother turned to look at him also, he tried to school his appreciating expression to one that wouldn’t get him scolded and thrown out. Abby’s face was one of surprise, his mother's expression one of exasperation.

"I…" He couldn't speak. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he wiped his hand on his thigh again. The twisting sensation in his gut moved lower, familiarly, and he shifted his jacket in front of him.

"Ser Criston tells me you performed well in the training yard this morning," his mother said, and the exasperation turned… into a smile. Not a large one, but a genuine smile all the same.

"Did he?" Abby asked, looking at his mother, then she positively beamed at him, which wasn’t what he expected after the way things ended in the garden a fortnight ago. "Well done! Did you use both swords today, or just the one?"

Aegon swallowed and felt the blood rush to his cock and to his cheeks. "Just the one. The one sword." Not quite a lie, as his dual swords did not last very long. Why did he sound like that? High pitched and voice cracking as if he were a kitling like Aemond. "I don't think Ser Criston wanted to face me with both, no matter how rusty I am." He cleared his throat, rocked on his feet. "Need to lull him into a false sense of security. Underestimate. Your opponent, I mean."

Helaena giggled.

Aegon's cheeks flamed hotter.

"Well," his mother stared at him, and it really did nothing to dissuade the discomfort in his trousers. "I'm very glad to hear that. Was there something you needed?"

‘Her. I need her.’ Aegon didn’t know how to voice the prayer.

"I… I was just letting… I'm going riding. On Sunfyre. I'll be back by supper." His voice didn't crack again, and he got all the words out. Huzzah.

"Oh! Abby's outgrown my old riding clothes," Helaena said with such excessive delight that Aegon wanted to throttle her. "We should also have new ones made for her. Perhaps they could match Aegon's!" His sister's bright eyes met his, and he could sense the mischief radiating off her. "You could leave your jacket, wear your spare today."

Aegon took everything back. He hated his sister.

"That's a good idea, but Aegon doesn't need to leave anything," Mother mercifully cut in. "Enjoy your riding, Aegon."

"Have a wonderful ride, Aegon," Abby echoed, averting her eyes and turning back to the mirror.

"Are the rooms prepared for Lord Tully and his retinue?" the Queen asked Lady Fossoway, who sat across the table with parchment scattered across the blue and green tablecloth. Abrogail took her seat on the other end of the Queen's settee, the elder woman sparing her a glance and a small smile of greeting.

"Yes, your Grace. Lord Tully and the Lords Bracken and Blackwood will have rooms within the South Tower," Lady Fossoway confirmed. "Lord Vance will join them, and Ser Simon Strong will meet with their party when they reach Harrentown."

"Uncle Simon's coming?" Abrogail broke in. Lady Fossoway's green eyes flicked up to her and Abrogail felt as if she should apologize for speaking out of turn. The words caught in her throat and she broke the lady's gaze to look at the Queen, who was watching the exchange with an unreadable expression in her dark eyes. Something in it felt like a test, and so Abrogail continued. "Larys said that Uncle Simon would relay to Aegon and I about the current state of Harrenhal and where we might start."

She almost said where Aegon might start, but Abrogail understood that in running a lord's holding, both husband and wife had their duties. Queen Alicent sat on the Small Council, and she knew from stories that her own lady mother had run Harrenhal before they joined her father in the capital.

"Yes, he'll be staying with us through the tourney, so that the pair of you may be better acquainted," the Queen confirmed and Lady Fossoway's eyes averted back to the parchments. "Abrogail, I'd like you to join me in the small council as our cupbearer."

Lady Fossoway's gaze rose again, only just.

"Shouldn't…" Confusion overtook her previous uncertainty. "Shouldn't that be for Aegon, or Helaena, or even Aemond?" Or Jacaerys, she thought, but did not say.

"Aemond will also serve. The two of you will take turns, but I want you to have the experience before you leave for the Riverlands. Della, Lord Grover's maester, has requested a meeting with Grandmaester Mellos to see about the ailments he's having. Make sure he tends to him. Can't have him dying beneath our roof." Clipped tones, matter of fact, one item after another.

They passed a parchment to her, and Abrogail took it. A list of ladies and houses filled the page. Alerie Blackbar, Wylla Karstark, even Allana Tyrell and Josana Lannister. She even saw the names of the Blackwood girls as she scanned down the page. "You and Helaena will each take a Baratheon into your circles, and then between you both, you can find which of these ladies will be appropriate for your needs." The Queen continued to speak to another of her ladies who had just come in and Abrogail took a deep breath, fingers wrinkling the edges of the page.

"Aegon should do it," she said in a rush, and the gazes of the three women now gathered around her turned to look. Abby took a deep breath and licked her lips.

Marrying Aegon makes me a princess, she thought. And she wants to make him King, and I'll be his Queen.

"With respect, I am grateful for the opportunity, but Aegon should be cupbearer before we leave. It would be prudent for him to understand the workings of the council, especially since he shall be in the position of vassal in the future." Vassal to his elder sister. To speak otherwise would be treason, even among this circle.

The Queen’s large, brown eyes watched her for a long moment and Abrogail did all she could not to shrink away from it. There was something deeply unsettling about it, as if she saw something weak inside her that she wanted to sink her teeth into at worst, or at best, bat around like a lazy cat to see what Abrogail might do. The watchful gaze felt like it lasted for eternity before the Queen finally lifted a hand towards her ladies in dismissal. The women quickly moved and Lady Fossoway shut the door, leaving Abrogail with Alicent Hightower and the anxiety at speaking up threatening to suffocate her.

"You are a good girl, aren't you?" she said after a long exhale that did not quite ease the tension riddled line of her shoulders. The Queen reached out and her cool fingers tucked Abrogail's hair behind her ear. Her curls hung free down her back, a simple twist on either side of her head keeping them from getting in the way.

The Queen was beautiful, as she always was, with her auburn curls pulled back with tendrils loose around her face, untouched by gray. Beautiful, and ever melancholy. Even when she smiled, it did not wipe away the shadow that lingered along her regal features.

Abrogail would never speak it aloud, but the Queen and Aegon looked more alike every day, and it broke her heart.

She did not answer, and one did not appear to be expected of her. The knuckles of the Queen's hand traced along the curve of Abby's cheek and instinct compelled her to reach up and take the woman's hand in her own to hold. No different from what she might do with the others, even if it was stepping over a boundary that she wasn’t supposed to cross. There was pain in the woman's eyes that hurt to see, for the Queen, for Alicent Hightower, was the closest thing that Abrogail had left to a mother anymore.

An almost child she might be, but Abrogail was under no illusion that she was as important to the Queen and the Hand as if she were a true child of the crown. There was no one left for that, and so, she would do all that she could to be valuable.

"I am merely a reflection of the lessons and values you've instilled in me, your Grace," Abrogail said, fingers squeezing the Queen's hand. "I want to make you proud, and to not dishonor you, especially now that I am to be your good-daughter."

"A daughter," came the swift correction that had Abrogail looking up with surprise. "You are like one of my own children. I have watched you grow the same as them. The only difference is I don't have to worry about you the way I do them, now do I?" The Queen extracted her hand and Abrogail folded hers in her lap. "You are a wonderful influence, and I am ever grateful."

“Always smiling, it warms my heart in these trying times, a stór,” her papa would tell her when Mama was sick. Never stop.

So she didn't.

"Forgive a mother for her inclinations," the Queen continued. "I understand that the decision made has changed everything for you and it's not a simple thing. This is one of those events in our lives that we as women must endure, and we must make do." The Queen paused, looking away, and Abrogail watched the Queen's fingers twist, fingers picking at her thumbnail. “Aegon is certainly not whom you imagined. I never thought I would marry the King. I was young and thought I might marry a Tyrell, or perhaps a Tarth. Knights of flowers and charm."

Something cold settled in Abrogail's stomach. It was an unsettling and familiar sensation, one that ran through her veins when they stood as witness to Aegon's tongue lashings, the sharp crack of a hand. Sometimes there would be the thunderous threat of warning when the Lord Hand was giving it, for he would raise a hand to Aegon and Aemond both.

She'd noticed the Queen flinching during those moments, a pale look of dread on the woman's face in the presence of her father.

"My apologies, your Grace," Abrogail spoke softly, mouth turned into an uncertain, her brow furrowing. "I don't quite understand what you mean."

She wanted to hear Aegon's mother say it.

The Queen reached out to take both of her hands and held them tightly, thumbs rubbing soothing strokes along the back of Abrogail's palms. Brown eyes glistened with unshed tears, a softness to the Queen's features that reminded Abrogail of Aegon and a faint memory of her own mother.

"Aegon refuses to listen to me. He’s out of control. He is determined to flaunt every privilege granted to him, every opportunity we set before him." When the Queen took a shuddering inhale, it felt as if she was drawing the air from Abrogail's lungs to sustain herself. "He's like Rhaenyra in that way, but she was eager to serve the King on his council. Aegon, sadly, lacks the same ambition she has. Fortunately, you and I, my dearest, are very much alike. Therefore, I've asked you to serve, not him."

Abrogail's gaze followed the Queen's fingers as they held hers, unable to face the hurtful expression in her eyes. She thought of Aegon vomiting in the bushes after he dragged her from the Hand's tower. He clutched at her like demons from the hells would reach up and tear them apart. Even when he’d hurt her the way he had, unintentional as she was sure it was, Abrogail couldn’t hate him.

Slowly, she extracted her hands from the queen and leaned back to put some distance between them. Teeth caught at her lower lip as she tried to find her words.

‘I am to be his wife, and that is a sacred thing,’ she thought. It didn't matter if they were Lord and Lady, or King and Queen. They would be Aegon and Abrogail, married beneath the eyes of the Old Gods and the New, and like the example shown by the Queen, Abrogail would stand by Aegon through whatever trials awaited.

The promise was made years ago in the cold room at Driftmark, while she cut his long curls with embroidery scissors and he wept for his brother and cursed his father.

"You've watched us our whole lives. You’ve borne witness to the games we've played, the companionship and trust that we've built, and yet you feel you must apologize to me?" Her voice wavered, but her posture was strong, and she held the Queen's gaze. "I know Aegon. I've known him my whole life and while maybe we aren't as close as we once were, I know these good things are still there."

Abrogail remained steadfast and silent, hoping the Queen would understand Aegon was not a punishment. Despite everything, she knew that the kind boy she had known was still there, and she was confident that she could help him find his way back. She wouldn't have to spend her nights wondering if news of Aegon's death in Flea Bottom would reach her by morning.

"Abrogail, your heart is gentle, but your fond memories do not erase the egregious things he does now. Not his drinking, his lechery, his bad habits. But, if we work together - you, me, and your Uncle Otto? We can shape him into the king that he needs to be. That takes trust, my dear child." With each word out of the Queen's mouth, Abrogail's heart fell, and a mournful understanding took root inside her chest. "We do not leave you to handle Aegon on your own. You tell me everything, and we'll handle it. Do you understand, my sweet Abrogail?"

Did she understand everything, sweet girl that she was?

Sweet girl. Darling girl. Dearest Abrogail. Sweet Abrogail. Little Maiden Marchpane, sweet as honey, and so easily devoured.

Mo stór beag, Papa would call her, the River tongue rolling off him as easily as common. My little treasure.

The loud sound of the door opening broke the silence, boots scraping across the stone floor, and both of them jumped at the suddenness of it. Aegon entered silently, his jaw tight, lips pursed, and hair disheveled.

"Aegon," she said, her voice lilting, immediately drawing back from the Queen, feeling an easing sensation in her chest that chased away the cold. Abby smiled while the queen frowned at the intrusion.

She watched him move, glancing between them, and Abby stood up, fingers smoothing the pale blue and gold silk of her gown. She wondered if she still had to curtsey to him now that they were engaged; Aegon was apathetic about such things, while the Queen was not.

At the moment, Queen Alicent's thoughts were irrelevant to her. Despite still feeling heartsore from the morning in the gardens, Abby smiled at Aegon. It was not a bright one, but it was there all the same, and focused on him.

Aegon seemed confused, then his face softened as he searched her face for something she didn't understand. He then turned his gaze to his mother. "Abby's coming with me this afternoon," he said with no sort of greeting except the clearing of his throat. "We're going riding. We'll be back before nightfall."

The command of it all brought a flush to Abby’s cheeks, and she cast her eyes to the ground to avoid the piercing look the Queen was giving them both. It was a complicated feeling that tumbled inside of her chest; she was still hurt, though the bruise on her arm from where he’d grabbed her had faded. In truth, Abby was still sour about it all, but in the wake of the conversation and the Queen’s request, in the aftermath of her frustration and distaste for her son, and her own insistence of Aegon being given a place to serve and not her, she felt protective of him - gentled towards Aegon. And it was a feeling that was most certainly helped by the way he simply walked into his mother’s room to state "Abby’s coming with me." There was no asking for permission, nor even a greeting to his mother. She wondered if it was nerves, she wondered if he had seen something in her expression that spurred it.

Abby knew though that she didn’t have to wonder at her answer to it.

"Abrogail is assisting me with the arrangements for the tournament, Aegon. Perhaps you should find Aemond. I believe he's still training in the yard with Ser Criston," the Queen said, indulgent but firm in her tone.

Abby's mind was racing as she swallowed nervously. "Your Grace, I apologize, but Aegon and I had already planned to ride." She looked at the Queen with her eyes demure, a curtsy dropped, the lie flowing from her so easily she could not believe herself. "I’ll take the time to pry his mind for things he'd like at the feast."

As Abby moved, Aegon's gaze shifted from his mother to her, making her stomach tighten. It reminded her of the look on his face in the fountain beneath the weeping cherry tree. Her hand reached out for him and she bobbed another graceful curtsy to the Queen. "Your Grace," she murmured. It was her turn to pull him out of the suffocating room and Aegon’s huff of surprised laughter made her grin.

[Chapter Six]

#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy #aegon x abby #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x oc #aegon targaryen x oc #aegon x oc #my fics

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ladystoneboobs · 4 months

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A memory prodded at Theon. In one of his rare curt letters, Lord Balon had written of his youngest brother going down in a storm, and turning holy when he washed up safe on shore. -Theon I, aCoK

this little glimpse of balon/theon's strained long-distance relationship kinda fascinates me now. can't believe i'm going to defend balon as a father to theon in any way, however small, but i feel like hindsight has kinda blinded fandom into thinking balon gave up theon for dead and gone the moment he gave him away as hostage. this also carries the underlying assumption that balon was always going to rebel again making theon's life already forfeit to him.

thing is, while balon undoubtedly called his banners before theon came home, that also coincided with robert and ned both being recently dead, making that 2nd war seem really opportunistic. as if the only thing balon learned from his first rebellion was that king robert was strong enough to defeat him, the only man capable of defeating the great balon. so when that enemy dies, balon's crown is all but won in his mind, and with the death of ned too he could use his next war to take revenge on the (dead) man who took his son from him. maybe with robert's lifestyle he could have hoped to outlive him despite being older than robert, but robert and ned together? that must have seemed like a miraculous chance straight from the drowned god himself, a chance to rise up and take revenge that it was his duty to take for his people, even if it meant risking the life of his youngest child who'd been gone for 10 years anyway.

but before all that, even if robert being still alive was the real deterrant keeping him from warring again, he was, in effect, not only keeping theon safe by paying the hostage-ransom of keeping the peace, he was also keeping up a bare minimum connection with theon through rare and curt correspondence updating him on family events like aeron getting born again (and i'm assuming that's also how theon knew what asha's ship was named). idt we should so easily ignore that this is a society which views kinslaying as a grave offense regardless of circumstances or personal feelings, and one which greatly values male heirs over female heirs. i doubt balon was so much a feminist girldad that he just switched 12yo asha into the son slot right away as soon as all her brothers were lost. imo it was more likely a gradual process done not so consciously as asha proved herself worthy growing up and theon's time in the north stretched on and on. all until such point as asha had achieved son status and only son status at that, (maybe also coinciding with alannys leaving him so he had even less reason to keep up with her baby boy?), and then theon could be written off as belonging to the enemy, no longer ironborn or a son of balon, so sanctity of greyjoy life no longer applied to him. (real ironborn greyjoy son already killed by darth greenlander theon, from a certain point of view.) only then could balon be a not-father to theon, not welcoming him back home or even giving him a chance to prove his loyalty by providing intelligence on the northerners and the lands they were about to invade. (which could have made balon's war plans a touch less stupid. see, it all comes back to criticizing him in the end.)

in fact, come to think of it, i wonder if one thing ned and balon had in common is just not thinking of the danger of theon being executed as a hostage, not taking ownership of that possibility bc it hadn't happened yet. and hey, if it ever did come to that they could each tell themselves it would be the other guy's fault really, i was just doing my duty to my king/as a king to all my proud people. and that meant their actions didn't have to be obviously at odds with ned's view of himself as a good man opposed to killing children or balon's view of himself as great greyjoy patriarch and victim of the greenlanders (who could ofc prevail against them all if given the right chance).

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #theon greyjoy #balon greyjoy #unclear to me if balon would rebel if ned had survived robert's death #like hed obvsly still be stewing in resentment hankering for that great victory in his head #but ned and robert both dead w the north seemingly undefended was the impetus in canon and not a chance anyone could anticipate #and balon didnt even fight in that 2nd rebellion #so maybe not actually so bold anymore or eager to put his fantasies into practice if it meant fighting ned again actually in the north #taking kids hostage is fucked up and inherently abusive imo #but from a self-preservation standpoint why keep taking hostages if enough distance obvsly made them worthless?#ie the majority of people would still value heirs for the sake of inheritance and family honor if not love #thats a reasonable thing for people to assume including theon #(c)lsb

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Seo Yul Deep Dive - Part 1

Well, since my class ended early and I have 20 min to kill, why not.

SO Seo Yul.

First off, I think he's a fantastic second male lead, specifically because he's more complex than just being a secondary love interest to bring drama to the main couple. He's not at all, in fact he's the opposite of that.

Seo Yul is everything all the adults wanted Jang Uk to be in terms of obedience, principles, and morals. He is upright with a strict moral compass, obedient to his elders, and is prone to agonizing over what the right thing to do is, especially once Naksu enters the picture.

He is the foil against which Jang Uk is being measured.

It would have been quite easy and probably acceptable to just make him one dimensional and have him be there mainly to pursue Naksu and be another obstacle in the way of our main couple, but they didn't do that AT ALL! And I'm glad they didn't. In fact, Seo Yul is one of Jang Uk's dearest friends and he cares about him a lot and vice versa continuously throughout the run of the show.

Seo Yul's love for Naksu, or lingering love from his romanticized memories of his time in Danhyangeok serve to further Seo Yul's own character development as well as highlight just why Jang Uk is actually a better romantic partner for Naksu.

The way they love her is very different. I'm not trying to discount Seo Yul's love for Naksu in any way, I think he definitely does and did love her, but he is someone who is incredibly committed to his principles and to following the rules; it's just how he's constructed himself across his life. So Naksu's very existence throws him completely off balance. On the one hand, he's so glad the girl he once loved and thought would never see again is alive. On the other hand, everything he's been taught and everything he believes in is screaming at him to kill her, that her existence as a soul shifter is not right and cannot be allowed to continue. Yet she is also giving his best friend, Jang Uk, everything he's ever wanted–she is making him HAPPY. So Seo Yul is just kind of going back and forth in his agony over what to do. He feels a great sense of responsibility because he believed he was the only one who knew her identity for a while, and he's generally relied on by the adults in his life like Park Jin and Heo Yeom to kind of be their sword and do the right thing.

Jang Uk on the other hand (as I've seen described in a post somewhere) is more loyal to people than he is to principles, whereas Seo Yul leans a bit more towards the opposite.

So for Jang Uk, he's willing to bend his morals or defy what everyone around him says is wrong out of loyalty to the people he cares about, and Naksu quickly becomes one of those people to him. Like she tells him, everyone has always wanted her dead; no one has ever actually attempted to save her. And I think that strikes deep into Jang Uk's heart and he makes a decision very early on that he will be the one to protect her, and he accepts any collateral damage that comes with it.

Where Seo Yul is sitting and agonizing over the principle of Naksu's existence, all Jang Uk is thinking is how he's going to protect her and keep her by his side. There's no question in his mind, no moral quandary about it. He is as loyal to her as he is to Seo Yul or Park Danggu, or Maidservant Kim–some of the most important people in his life.

In essence, Jang Uk is the type of male lead who would let the world burn for the person he loves while Seo Yul would be willing to make the sacrifice if it meant saving the world.

I don't know if either is necessarily better as an attitude, and I don't feel qualified to comment on that. But Jang Uk's attitude is why he is better of a romantic partner for Naksu, because she needs someone like that, to feel like someone will love her to such an extent. She's been betrayed and discarded and used so many times across her life that she needs and wants that kind of unconditional love–chosen unconditional love, I should say. Because Jang Uk CHOOSES to be loyal to her no matter what.

This stark difference between Jang Uk and Seo Yul really comes to a head in the conversation they have (can't remember the episode) that goes something like this:

Seo Yul: We have a duty to protect the world from monsters. [referencing soul shifters and citing what he's been told his whole life]

Jang Uk: But we can also protect the monsters from the world.

I'm totally paraphrasing because I don't have time to go look up the quote, but yeah.

Underlying this conversation, they're both really talking about Naksu, but I'm not sure how aware both of them are that are each referencing her.

This continues on later, once Seo Yul has kind of finally made the decision to let them be, to let Naksu be happy because he does really want that for her. He was even planning on whisking her away to Seo Fortress to protect her and to take responsibility for her which weighs heavily on his shoulders. So we know he cares about her a great deal, maybe even more than his principles, which is what puts him in such mental agony in the first place.

I'm really glad actually that Seo Yul and Naksu got to have a closure conversation near the end of Part 1 (even if it all went to shit after) because they had so much history that needed to be addressed.

This conversation was really a turning point for Yul (again before the tragedy of the last episode) because he had finally made his peace with disregarding some of his principles that have been drilled into him and that he's held onto steadfastly for so long in favor of both his friends' happiness. His loyalty to people superseded his loyalty to his principles.

But then the tragedy happens. And not only does his worst fear come true that Naksu will run wild and cause havoc upon his world, but it comes with a huge price. Danggu and Choyeon's happiness is ruined, many people are killed by her hand or injured, and worst of all, Jang Uk dies on her sword.

Just when he's finally made peace within himself, it all falls apart, and he interprets it as the world telling him that he was wrong. That he should have intervened, done something, even if that meant killing Naksu. That he should have been more pro-active. That everyone else was right, and he should have done something about the monster.

He's a very subtle but very interesting character, especially when contrasted with Jang Uk.

He puts a lot of pressure on himself (possibly an attitude adopted because of other people's expectations of him growing up as the only Seo heir but we don't really know) and tends to take on everything quietly. He loves very deeply, and you can see it in the way he interacts with all the people he considers dear to him. He's very thoughtful and considerate and is always thinking of others at his own expense. His love for Naksu and for Jang Uk only added complexity to his character, and I absolutely love him. I think he's one of the highlights of the show.

I have to go to class but I will return for my thoughts on Seo Yul in part 2.

Let me know what you guys think or if I missing anything you thought was important!

#Alchemy of Souls #alchemy of souls spoilers #tvn alchemy of souls #kdrama thoughts #Seo Yul #Jang Uk #Naksu #Alchemy of Souls part 1 #hwang minhyun #Character thoughts #AOS rambles #Meena's thoughts #Meena's posts

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AITA for refusing to join my dad's bootcamp?

I am adult, and F. When I was still a toddler, my dad (T) got thrown out of the house by the head of family (i don't actually think i'm related to the head of family? it's more like three or four large families living in the same place tbh) because he had killed a guy (intentionally) and disabled a girl for life (accidentally - well she wasn't the one he was targeting).

Anyway, I didn't know that when T came back at the head of his own group of families (he'd basically been chosen by another, already formed group, to take over their head of family who had died of sickness) and he asked that my twin brother (B, same age as me, at the time we were teens) and I join him because we were his children and it was only fair. Nothing was said about our mom being allowed to come too or anything? It was a bit fishy and people refused to let us go anyway.

But the thing is, ever since T had been banished, the whole group/family has been treating B and I like complete, utter garbage. The only person who treated us well was our mom. B even got an adult assigned to watching over him so he didn't because some psycho killer or something, just because he looks like our dad ig. Now, having an adult watching over each child as they are teens is a thing in the group i'm in, it's not shocking, but there's a relationship based on trust supposed to be born of this care, and here it was the contrary, so it sucked. PLUS! We didn't know why we were being treated like that, because no one told us what had happened to our dad! The adult who didn't trust B only took us aside when we were like 12 to explain to us that the guy was a monster. And he only did it because our dad had been trying to contact us and he wanted us to hear our family's side of the story before T's.

When I was around 15, I snuck away in the middle of the night to join my dad because i was sick of the bullying/harassment/mistrust. When it became public, B was put on the spot (he didn't know i'd left for that either) and refused to join me, which stung but you know. That's his choice and I respect him. It seems that everyone trusts him much more now that he's made a public display of loyalty.

When I came to live with T, I realized he was, actually, a complete POS and I shouldn't have come. But also, people in his group actually treated me well, so I didn't regret my choice. When T realized I didn't want to become a mini version of him, we became rather distant, until he left the group entirely (through no choice of his, may i add).

I learned later that, before I joined his group, he found a side chick with whom he had twins too, but she left before he knew she was pregnant. I learned that when she outed the boy twin (H, at the time a young adult, he's what... twleve years younger than us?) as T's son at a public gathering, like six months ago.

Since then, I've learned that T has been rekindling contact with B and H, when he took contact with me too. He basically tried to persuade all three of us (no sign of his other daughter, but she's in medschool so i suppose that's not the profile he was looking for) to join his bootcamp in which he'd teach us how to become "better versions of ourselves". Because he's an AH and because I've been learning all these years since he left that I shouldn't build my life around what others want me to be, I refused to join his bootcamp, and I advised B to refuse too (i'm not close enough from H to give him this kind of advice).

But now i'm thinking that, since he couldn't spend our childhoods with any of us, maybe he's just trying to keep in contact, you know, through teaching us and bonding with us, with sports and workout being the only things he knew how to do so that's what he focused on. Maybe I'm making a mistake, and seeing, as an adult, what he's like, would give me more perspective? What if i'm being as narrow minded as the bullies from my childhood? IDK what to do.

AITA for not joining my dad's bootcamp?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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Summary: Scaramouche after getting hold of the gnosis of his creator prepares to leave Snezhnaya for good, but is confronted by one of his fellow Harbingers. One who he could almost trust...

Pairings: Scaramouche/the Balladeer x Harbinger Reader!

Notes/warnings: Gender neutral reader! POC friendly! Little angsty, little fluffy! No other warnings really.

Scaramouche had never intended to stay loyal to the Fatui or the Cryo Archon, even when he was taken in by them when all others turned their backs on him. He didn't care for them or their goals, he was only seeking after his own ends and the Fatui were the easiest way to gain them. Most of all he did not care for his colleagues. Most were crazy, annoying or otherwise intolerable and insufferable - it didn't matter as long as he didn't have to interact with them much.

Betraying them wouldn't be difficult in the slightest, if anything it was a reward for enduring them f6ir as long as he did. Though he would never admit it to anyone... even himself, he did hesitate in the end - because of you.

You were annoying for sure, but nothing like the other Harbingers. You were by no means a saint or even a good person, but you were not crazy like them. In a way you were like him, he didn't interact with his fellows and you tented to keep to yourself. You did get along with everyone as well as anyone could with the likes of them... But still preferred to be on your own.

Your unexpected bond was created one snowy night, with the fake stars lighting up the sky and moon rising in the distance. You stood underneath the roof of the courtyard to avoid the snowfall and simply admired the nightly scenery. You turned your head to face the direction of approaching footsteps to see the Balladeer approaching with a scowl, which was far from uncommon. It was as if not scowling all the time would somehow kill him.

“Something wrong number 6th?” You asked halfheartedly.

“Why do you care.” He barked back.

“I don't. Just felt like the polite thing to say.” You replied with honesty.

He scoffed, “Exchanging pointless pleasantries is a waste of everyone's times.”

“I'll keep that in mind.” You leaned against the railing to look better at the sky.

“What, never seen the sky before?” He scoffed again.

“Just because I've seen it a thousand times doesn't mean it's any less beautiful to me.”

“Whatever.” He said as he walked off.

For whatever reason these nightly unplanned meetings became an almost everyday occurrence. He didn't require sleep and you were simply a night owl or just insomniac. Things progressed slowly as both of you didn't trust each other and wished to keep everyone at an arms length at all times. You both had your reason for it and for being here, but it wasn't loyalty or faith. If you weren't loyal to an Archon whose bidding you were actively acting out, then who could you be loyal to?

Though you got closer to him and made your way into his non-existent heart he never fully let you in, he just couldn't let anyone betray him and his heart. You knew he couldn't and never tried pushing him to do so, you feared it would push him away from you. So you remained a little more than strangers and colleges despite all that happened between you two.

You knew he would one day leave with the gnosis of his creator and betray the Fatui along with the Tsaritsa, but you thought it would be so much later in the future. You never gave it much thought before the very day it happened, you always thought you'd have more time and he would tell you before hand... A foolish thing to think and believe.

"Were you going to say anything?" You caught him mid packing.

"Should I have?" He asks in a monotone voice.

"I suppose not." The dissapointment in your voice is hard to miss.

He paused to say something to you, but in the end didn't. Perhaps it was for the best anyway...

"Did you... ever consider taking me with you?" You manage to ask despite your nerves.

He stops again and turns to look at you, but doesn't know what to say... There is something he wishes to say in reply, but he hesitates too long for you to take back your words.

"Forget it, it was a foolish question. I will be on my way then." You turn to leave and he doesn't stop you.

You want to stop and demand he take you with him, that he at least answerers honestly to you! But you don't. He won't let you in and he won't trust you, do there is nothing you can do...

"Goodbye, 6th." You say before walking out of his room without waiting for him to reply.

Your shoes clicked against the marble flooring as you walked away, you couldn't hear anything besides it. You remained as silent as you could - foolishly hoping to hear his door open with regret, that he would ask you to come with him like you had suggested... But you didn't. It never happened. You walked away and he left like the wind.

A/N: :'D

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professional-sephiroth-scrungler · 4 months

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Sephiroth, 1, 5, 8, 16, 23, 26 (Angeal) please

This is really long but I hope you enjoy! 26 got a bit out of hand lol. 16, 23, and 26 under the cut.

(1) Honestly, I don’t think there’s really any canon I know with Sephiroth i outright reject. I do wholeheartedly support and believe the “Vincent is Sephiroth’s dad” theory but I accept that as of now, Hojo is his father. Even though it’s just Hojo saying that but oh well. There is also the og game guide listing him as 6’1” and i would dispute that but i think it’s been changed now to like ~6’6”. If not, he is 6’6” in my heart.

(5)His best personality trait i would say is his loyalty. Maybe not best, but that is definitely his strongest personality trait. Not taking missions that would involve killing his friends that defected, desperately trying to reach out to Genesis when he left, and so on. It’s to his detriment he is so loyal to Angeal, Genesis, and Shinra. They all betray that loyalty in some way from his perspective. Genesis and Angeal left, Angeal died, Genesis said he was an alien monster, and Shinra was lying to him his entire life about basically everything. And we all know the results of all that.

(8) He is a bottom. I will live and die on this hill. Not sure if its an unpopular opinion necessarily, but i don’t really see him written or drawn as such that often sooo

(16) He has a lot of really dark secrets he won’t admit to others or himself. One of those is that after he was told his mother died in childbirth, the nagging thought and feeling that it was HIS fault began to creep up in the back of his mind. He would never tell someone this because it would be like speaking it into being. Into reality. So he pushes that thought deep down. But it’s still there slowly eating at him.

(23)Probably rose, vanilla, leather, and some other flowers and/or citrus smells. And campfire smoke or woody scent cause i think that fits. This would probably fit more as a perfume but meh :/

(26) If Sephiroth was stuck in an elevator with Angeal, I don’t see much happening since they’re friends and both relatively chill. It’s not like with Genesis where they are constantly poking and goading each other; Genesis trying to get a rise out of Sephiroth and break his cold, stoic demeanor. Being stuck in a closed space with Angeal for some odd amount of time would be fine! That is, until that time ticks on to 30 minutes to an hour to two hours. They have work they need to be doing. Sephiroth has briefings to get to and a mountain of paperwork to get done. Angeal has drills to run with Zack and briefings for both of them. They’re both silently getting more worried and more stressed as the elevator does not move or open. Conversation died a while ago at this point since the both of them aren’t the most talkative or extroverted. That’s Genesis’s specialty. Now Sephiroth is brooding in one part of the small space, trying to get what work he can get done finished or started on his PHS and Angeal is doing the same plus almost anxious check ins with Zack to give his student something to do thrown in. Sooner or later, no more emails related to work can be answered or sent. It’s just anxious, awkward silence again. Sephiroth’s silent, almost imperceptible anxiety that only someone who knew him well would notice spurs something in Angeal to try and get a different, non work related conversation going. It’s almost the same father-like care he shows Zack in his voice. He had been noticing that Sephiroth had been getting thin again, so he brings it up gently. All he gets is a deflective “Hmph.” But he keeps talking, not unlike his lectures about dreams and honor; but definitely more quiet and caring. Angeal knows it’s because Sephiroth is stressed or binging research, neglecting himself in the process. Just before the elevator starts moving again, Angeal invites Sephiroth to dinner that evening and thankfully, he agrees.

#sephiroth #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #ff7 ever crisis #crisis core #ever crisis #ff7r #angeal hewley #asks #character ask meme #sephiroth asks #this was really fun to write #sorry it took so long lol

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mcybree · 1 year

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An unguided hand, he thinks.

He wasn’t quite sure why the phrase had come to mind. If he had to guess, he’d figure it had something to do with being on self-assigned bodyguard duty for the last seven hours and a half, given that he had plenty of time to think up fun phrases. But this particular phrase, an unguided hand, had a strange stickiness to it. Which was especially strange because it didn’t even rhyme.

Martyn takes a moment to lean back against the hourglass’s foundation. He knows how to move his own hands. Given the blood he’d washed off them hours prior, he’d say he knew how to move them quite well. It’d be a tad harsh to call ol’ righty and lefty ‘unguided’ after all that willful slaughtering.

He’d considered it, maybe, being a metaphorical hand. This perspective, however, only shoved him into a new roadblock to ponder around: a metaphorical hand could mean anything from divine intervention to marriage. Must he lend a hand? Force someone’s hand? Aim for that five-finger discount? Who was he to decipher which thousands of hand metaphors this made-up phrase was referring to?

And it’s not like Scott would have any clue. Martyn might ask for his thoughts on it, if he gets bored, but what would asking Scott accomplish? Martyn would only earn himself a weird look, accompanied by yet another “I don’t know what you want from me, Martyn.”

He doesn’t quite understand that phrase either, by the way. Scott has a tendency to say it following any instance Martyn even tries to get on with Scott a little better, and it’s becoming just a bit irritating. It isn’t Martyn’s fault that Scott doesn’t want to play along with his old english musings. It isn’t Martyn’s fault that Scott was surprised when Martyn oh-so-casually offered to kill him if it came down to it.

And it’s certainly not Martyn’s fault that Scott didn’t even seem to click with his vow to keep a bodyguard’s vigil through the night he could otherwise be spending sleeping right now.

Every time Martyn has done something like this, Scott looks at him like he doesn’t know where they are. Like Martyn’s lost, somehow.

And, sure, Martyn gets that offering yourself to be an extension of somebody else’s will, even temporarily, is a pretty damn big deal, so maybe it comes off a little strong, but, at the same time, a pledge of loyalty seems like a pretty natural big deal to make in a death game, or it at least feels that way, so he just— he just doesn’t get it.

Hm. Martyn fiddled with the watch in his pocket — It seems as though he doesn’t get a lot of things, does he? Which is strange. It’s strange because he knows he’s been here before, or, at least been in similar places; everybody knows this game isn’t anyone‘s first rodeo. And despite the fact not one of them can fully recall the previous games, he does feel as though, in the past, he at least got it. He got things. He understood. But this time…

Martyn squinted. Is something missing? Is that it? Something vital? A goal, a mission, a person? Anything? Any explanation as to why he just doesn’t get it? It’s as if, for as right as anything he does feels, it makes up for it by feeling just as wrong. Like he’s unknowingly living his whole life in some kind of funhouse mirror.

It’s nights like these that makes Martyn consider whether Scott is right, to look at him that way. Maybe he is lost. He takes in the shape of his watch — maybe he’s simply missing a compass.

It’d be wise, perhaps, to take a small break from staring at the beach house for yet another hour; the reflection of the stars on the sea is a mighty fine sight to settle for just glancing over.

An unguided hand, he thinks. Maybe it’ll come to him.

#fic #inthelittlewood #limited life #trafficblr #Idk wouldnt it be so funny silly if martyn was unknowingly replicating what he had with ren through scott because he feels rens absence in #his very bones even if he cant remember him or what #limlife

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Just a couple of Andor-related thoughts I need to get out of my head (don’t mind me :))

1) The sheer brilliance of having Maarva deliver her rousing speech from beyond the grave. If she did this while alive, the Empire would’ve been able to hurt her, break her. But what are you going to do to her now? She is already dead. She is a ghost. You can’t hurt her. (Also ties in beautifully with what Nemik says about freedom being an idea)

1a) Brasso using Maarva’s brick to hit an Imperial in the face was tacky and on the nose, and so, so satisfying.

1b) Kino Loy was the parallel to this. He knew he was already dead when they started the prison break. Once he realized they were not letting him go, he was dead. So, like Maarva, he went all in.

2) I still believe that Han shot first. On that note, there is no doubt that Cassian always shoots first. It is remarkable, how absolutely ruthless all the supposed good guys are. Cassian kills almost as an afterthought, he rarely knocks people out, he goes in for the kill and does it with terrifying efficiency - his first scene in Rogue One was not an exception stemming from desperate measures, it was his standard MO. Look at Skeen. Even at Maarva’s funeral, there is no scene of him stopping what he’s doing to listen to his mother’s last message. He just keeps going, because he has a job to do. Cassian looks hot and cute and burns with love for his friends, but he will not hesitate to end anyone in his way. Not for a second.

2a) Cassian is not the only one. Vel is pretty much the only person who does not have laser focus on the cause and everything else be damned. Luthen doesn’t even try to hide it. Kleya is so cold and calculating, she puts Luthen to shame. Mon acts high and mighty, but in the end, she throws her husband and her daughter under the bus. Cinta barely even looks at Vel when there is work to be done. And once again - this is the same franchise, which had Luke quitting his Jedi training and racing off to save his friends, which had Anakin abandoning all his beliefs for love. I have not seen every bit of SW media out there, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the sheer coldness and ruthlessness of Andor characters is unprecedented.

3) Cassian is not the hero of this story. He is the protagonist (or one of the protagonists, maybe?), but he is not the hero. I fully expected him to have a big moment in the finale, showing up, leading a riot maybe? But they went a different route, and one much more fitting to the character. When you think about it, in the end the Empire doesn’t even have proof that he actually was on Ferrix, except for what someone told them. Cassian stays hidden, ties up the loose ends, and slips out of Ferrix as if he had never been there.

This is an origin story, but not one of a hero. Cassian is not a leader, he never takes the front seat. He is the grey eminence, the person behind the Kino Loys and Jyn Ersos, not necessarily manipulating the leaders themselves, but pulling the strings, so that the leader figure can (that is, has the soldiers and a ship to go on Scarif) and will (that is, asking him is that the best you have to spur him on). From a writing standpoint, this is difficult to pull off, because a character like this is, by definition, not in the spotlight. But even though it wobbles slightly (for a show named after him, Cassian gets surprisingly little screen time and at the beginning he is rather passive protagonist), the writers come through in the end.

3a) Sometimes, I like to think that the titular “Andor” is actually Maarva.

4) Once again, I haven’t seen all the SW shows, but what I love about Andor is that they show us the Empire side of things. Not only the big players, the villains, but ordinary Imperial officers. And they are human. They have loyalty to each other, personalities, nagging mothers, obsessions, dreams. Even though they are still at core bad people, they are people. There is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shot during the prison escape, when a bunch of guards is cowering in what looks like a utility cabinet, keeping as quiet as they can, sweating and trembling, while outside the door, the prisoners are running. You know Syrill - he is the guy which makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. For Dedra, I loved a little scene in one of the early episodes, where she was going over some reports with one of her underling, and the underling suggests that they can stay a little longer to work some more. She doesn’t bully him into staying late, she doesn’t even hint that he should. And yet he offers. A nameless, completely unimportant person shows agency, making him, with one line, more than an anonymous extra.

5) The irony in this show is something so darkly hilarious, I can’t help to chuckle at points. Sometimes it can be a little heavy-handed, like Nemik being literally killed by the stolen money or Cassian building parts of the Death Star, but this show has so many subtle ironic moments. Cassian taking part in the Aldhani heist, so that he can escape Ferrix with his mother, is exactly what motivates his mother to stay. The prisoners are able to orchestrate the escape, because the working program forces them into cooperating - you can see it, they work as a well-oiled machine. The Empire looking all over for a man who is sitting in one of their own prisons. And so on and so on...

5a) Syrill and Dedra are absolutely played as a twist of the stalker-y Twilight-y kind of romance, complete with the lines like I’d never lie to you and just being in your presence, I realized life was worth living. Look me in the eye and tell me that it is not straight out of a trashy romance - and Dedra reacts to him the way any sane woman would. That wasn’t a conversation, you were brought in for questioning. They are highlighting how creepy some of these romances are, and I am here for it.

5b) The irony, along with the main theme of the show (”the surprise from below”), climaxes beutifully in the finale. Everyone is so obsessed with Cassian, where he is and whether he is coming, that they don’t notice the rebellion brewing under their feet. Dedra says she wants a funeral, without realizing it is the last thing she needs. Even when it starts, she is running around, looking up where she thinks Cassian is, and not looking down. And for this exact reason, I think the most potentially dangerous antagonist in the show is Syrill. Because he is the only one who looks down, who recognizes the danger of Cassian Andor (partly because he is also one of the ordinary people). He is set up to be mocked, with his obsession with Dedra and his mundane job and his nagging mother, but I think that makes us overlook the terrifiying idea of what Syrill Karn would be like if he actually got the resources and authority to do something. Like Cassian said, power doesn’t panic, and who is the only Imperial in the riot who kept a cool head? Not Ice Queen Dedra, not the local officers, but wimpy-looking, played-for-laughs Syrill Karn. Dedra sees the big picture, can connect the dots where noone else can, and Syrill understands where to look for those dots. Those two together - terrifying. Without irony.

Anyway, rant over, move along.

#andor #andor spoilers

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Summarizing the final part of Chapter 2.5. Also the katakana for the family names are killing me, I can't figure out a good transliteration for them, so I'm going with what seems to be the consensus of Grosvenor and Sardeis.

….This got really long, sorry! orz

We begin with Yuhan in a cell, stirring from unconsciousness. A guard is bringing him food and comments about how different the man in front of him is, compared to all the rumors he heard about Yuhan before. Where is the prodigy that rose up in the ranks to become Fubuki's right hand man? Yuhan says nothing. Well, the guard reasons, that's what happens to someone when their hometown has been burned to the ground and their family and everyone they know killed. How awful, says the guard. But if Yuhan holds any hate in his heart for that, then the person he should hate the most is himself. After all, that's just what happens to fools that cross Fubuki.

Only when the guard leaves does Yuhan start to cry. He calls out to his father, his mother, everyone from his hometown. He apologizes again and again, believing that it's his fault that they died.

Enter Fubuki. "Are you crying?" Fubuki asks. "Rare to see you cry." And when Yuhan glares at him, he asks what Yuhan thinks he's doing, to look at him with such an expression. He won't allow Yuhan to look at his master with such impudence. Then he kicks Yuhan. He says that it is such a shame. After he's showed such favor to Yuhan, for Yuhan to turn around and betray him…

We flashback to the day after Haures has been judged as innocent. Fubuki is supposed to be away, so Yuhan decides to sneak around the Sardeis manor. He discovers a secret door with a staircase leading towards the basement.

Beneath the staircase, Yuhan finds a room full of records. He discovers records kept by the previous head of the Sardeis, which confirms that this is where the Sardeis family keep their important documents. If he wants to find out what Fubuki is planning, this is where he's going to get that information.

Yuhan's loyalty to Fubuki had been unquestionable. He grew up in poverty, along with most of his home town, with no opportunities to speak of. But when Fubuki became head of the Sardeis family, that changed. Before, only high ranking people could be soldiers. But when Fubuki took over, he changed that. Age, social status, it didn't matter. So Yuhan decided at the age of 9 to become a soldier to be able to save his hometown, and after 3 hard years of training and studying, he made it. He became a soldier in the service of Fubuki, and he decided that he would do anything for him.

But as of late, his loyalty has been wavering. Fubuki's fixation on returning the Sardeis family to their "rightful place" as the top of the world was growing worrying. It all culminated in his attempt to assassinate the butlers (the events of chapter 2). Fubuki said that the end of the butlers would lead to a better world, a world where the common people could live safely. But Yuhan's faith was shaken. He knew that Fubuki was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goals, so he decided to do some digging to find out what Fubuki was really planning, and if necessary, put a stop to it.

Back in the middle of searching, Yuhan stumbles upon a page. It seems very very old, written over 200 years ago. And whatever is written on it causes Yuhan to react with shock--but then, footsteps approach.

And again, it's Fubuki. He had only pretended to leave, knowing that Yuhan was feeling conflicted as of late. This was a trap, to see if Yuhan would try something. And Yuhan fell for the trap hook, line, and sinker. "To think that a dog would bite the hand that feeds it," says Fubuki. "Such a terrible feeling."

We're back now in the present. Fubuki says that if Yuhan had just minded his own business, this wouldn't be happening now. He wouldn't be imprisoned. His hometown wouldn't be destroyed. His family and everyone he knew would still be alive.

Yuhan asks why. If Fubuki was only concerned about Yuhan finding out his secret, why did he kill everyone else? They were all innocent, they had nothing to do with Yuhan's actions. And Fubuki says, well, he's not about to take a traitor at his word. He doesn't know how long Yuhan has known or suspected something; he doesn't know whether Yuhan had told someone or not. And better to be safe than sorry. If there is even the slightest chance that Yuhan had told someone he knows, then better to just eliminate everyone to ensure his secret won't get out.

Yuhan glares at Fubuki again. And Fubuki sighs. "What did I tell you about looking at me like that?" he asks. He kicks Yuhan again, and we fade to black… but only for a few minutes.

When we return, Yuhan is coughing and sputtering on the ground, gasping for breath. Fubuki says that he'll stop for now. Any more and Yuhan might die. Yuhan says to do it, asks Fubuki to kill him. And Fubuki says no. He has no intention of allowing Yuhan to die here. He'll only kill Yuhan when he's ready to make a proper example of him, to show everyone what happens when you try to go against him.

Fubuki asks if Yuhan is suffering. Of course he is. Everyone he knows killed, his home destroyed, his execution imminent. There's no way anyone could suffer more. And that's exactly why Yuhan will make a good example. Until the day of his execution, he won't let Yuhan die. He tells the guards to force feed Yuhan if necessary to keep him from starving himself to death, then leaves. And Yuhan just cries, pleading for everything to be over.

We go back to the Devil's Palace. Berrien has just revealed to everyone that he wants Yuhan to be their next butler, and Muu asks in shock what he means when he said that Yuhan was going to be executed. Berrien doesn't know the details himself, it's all hearsay, but he says that he heard that Yuhan rebelled against the Sardeis family. Lucas can't imagine why he would, but Bastien comes into the conversation to say that he knows Yuhan has had doubts about the Sardeis family.

Yuhan had actually told Bastien about his plans to look into what the Sardeis family is planning, around the time of the expedition to attack Seraphim. Yuhan asked to speak to Bastien privately, and warned him to be careful, because the Sardeis family might attempt to attack the butlers again. And he told Bastien everything he knew about what Fubuki was planning, about Fubuki's plans to "welcome the end of the age of the devil butlers". Bastien asks why Yuhan is telling him this--isn't Yuhan a soldier of the Sardeis family? If he got discovered revealing these plans…

Yuhan answers: because his wish is for a world where everyone can live peacefully. And to achieve that world, he believes that they will need the help of the butlers to accomplish it. The butlers have protected the world for thousands of years. Without the butlers, humanity would surely face destruction in the future. While he may be a soldier of the Sardeis family, he is the butlers' ally. He may not be able to do a lot, but if it's for the sake of a peaceful world, he will do anything that is needed.

Back in the present. Muu wonders whether they can really trust Yuhan? After all, they haven't exactly had the best track record when it comes to the Sardeis family. But Bastien says, this current situation is all the proof they need. Yuhan is willing to put his life on the line to protect the butlers.

Berrien says that he wants to save Yuhan. If the world were to lose a man with such a strong sense of will and justice, it would be a terrible loss. Bastien agrees. Lucas doesn't disagree, but he does point out that saving Yuhan is going to be extremely complicated. Unlike the time when they went to save Haures from his execution, they can't let a large fight break out. Why? Because that could very well lead to a war between the Grosvenor and Sardeis families.

First of all, Yuhan is in the service of the Sardeis family, and his sentence was decided by the Sardeis head. Technically, it is not the butlers' place to meddle. Furthermore, Yuhan is surely being kept under guard. If they were to fight, and the guards were injured in that battle, the Sardeis family might decide to retaliate against the harm caused to their people. Berrien says that it's all true, and he's been wracking his brain to come up with a way to save Yuhan without a fight. And he did think of one:

To save Yuhan after he's been executed.

Confusion abounds. Save him after? But won't he be dead? No, says Bastien. Because the way that the Sardeis family executes people is unique. There is a special execution method reserved for traitors, that's been tradition for a long time. It's called the Trial of Tigers (not an exact translation, I made it sound a bit more flowing/natural in English). It involves leaving the person to be executed in a bamboo forest populated with feral tigers, who have been trained to enjoy eating human flesh. According to the stories, not even bones will be left when the tigers are done. Then, the ripped and bloody clothes of the executed person will be displayd in the city. It's an execution method that is meant to set an example for anyone else thinking of turning traitor.

So, Berrien's plan is to save Yuhan when he's been left in the forest. They'll hide in the forest, save Yuhan, and escape. Bastien says that he'll go alone, but Berrien says no, he'll go as well. He can't let Bastien be the one left with the burden of asking Yuhan to become a butler. The master says that they will go too. Of course everyone protests, but they point out that they can't use their powers if the master isn't there, right? If they end up having to fight the tigers, it's best to have them along. No one can argue against that. And if the master is going, then Lucas will go as well. The more people to protect the master, the better, right? They've got no time to lose, so they'll leave as soon as possible to save Yuhan.

Time passes, and we are at the bamboo forest. Fubuki asks Yuhan if he has any last words. And Yuhan says, "I will never forgive you."

"Defiant to the end," says Fubuki. "Let's see how long you can keep that up." He reads out Yuhan's alleged crimes (stealing confidential information in order to start a rebellion) and announces his sentence: the Trial of Tigers. Then he and the guards ride off, leaving Yuhan alone. Yuhan says he needs to leave, and struggles away… then we hear a growl. As Yuhan turns to run, more growls sound out from that direction, and again, and again--he's surrounded. As he curses that his life will end like this: his hometown lost forever, unable to stand against Fubuki, unable to keep his promise to Bastien to fight together with him someday…

"Raise your head, Yuhan! Never look away from the enemy!"

Bastien's voice calls out through the forest. Shocked, Yuhan looks up to see Bastien running towards him, assuring him that everything will be okay. Berrien and Lucas then also fly into formation, ready to face off against the tigers. Yuhan asks why they're here, and of course, they're here to save him. Berrien will lead Yuhan and the master to a safe spot, while Lucas and Bastien will protect them. The master grants Bastien and Lucas their powers. The form of an elderly lion with white fur appears behind Lucas, his contracted demon Foras. Now, says Lucas, time to see which is stronger, a lion or tiger.

Hey, Bastien says. Wasn't Lucas the one who said that they shouldn't injure the tigers? They don't want to leave any evidence of their presence, so no fighting. Oh, of course not, of course Lucas won't go against the plan. He just wanted to say something cool in front of the master. After a bit more banter, they get ready to fend off the tigers as they make their escape.

Running through the forest, everyone is attacked by the tigers over and over, but Lucas and Bastien are able to defend against the attacks. They're almost at their designated safe place, and when they reach it they can proceed with their plan to slip out of the forest. Yuhan asks why they're going to all that trouble for him, and Berrien answers: because Yuhan isn't the kind of man who should die like this. Because with his courage and his will, he can help to save the world.

Yuhan says, he's just a man. He can't save the world, he can't save anything. But, says the master, if he was to become a butler… They'll explain the details later. But they want Yuhan to be a butler and join them. Berrien doesn't want to force Yuhan one way or the other. If Yuhan becomes a butler, it should be by his own choice, but he should know the risks. He isn't just risking his life, but he will no longer be able to walk the path of a normal person ever again.

Yuhan barely hesitates. He'll join them. He wants to have the power to be able to fight for a better world.

They're nearly out of the forest. There's just one last thing to do: they'll fake Yuhan's death in order to make it look like he was eaten by tigers, so no one will be looking for him. So he removes his coat and leaves it on the ground, but it's not enough. Yuhan borrows Bastien's sword to cut his own arm, faking a blood splatter to complete the scene.

And the escape goes off without a hitch.

A few days pass. Everyone's back at the mansion. We begin with Lucas treating Yuhan's wounds, noting that they're well on their way to healing and Yuhan should be back in top form in no time. Yuhan had quickly lost consciousness after their escape and was asleep for two days because of sleep deprivation, giving everyone a big scare as they thought he had succumbed to his injuries. The master had been visiting Yuhan every day, worried. But he's okay now!

Berrien arrives, bringing Teddy and Hanamaru with him. He wanted to introduce Yuhan to them, as they'll all be roommates from now on. And after a quick round of introductions, Berrien gets to the point: before they can truly become butlers, they need to go through the ceremony of forming a contract with a demon. Before they go through with it, Berrien wants to make sure everyone is still on board. The process of forming a contract is very dangerous, they may even lose their life. Do they still intend to become a butler, knowing this?

No hesitation from any of them. All of them agree.

So, Berrien thanks them, and proceeds to the next step. He hands all of them black blindfolds. The location where the ceremony is going to take place is top secret, and kept even from the people taking part in the ceremony itself. Berrien says that they will be leaving the mansion for a bit for this ceremony, and while Berrien will return in a few days, the other three will be gone for about 3 months.

Four months pass, it is now winter. Haures calls the master to the back garden to show them something: a building that looks like a house. This is the villa of the Devil's Palace, where the three new butlers will be staying when they return. Haures built it, with help from a craftsman he knows, as well as the other butlers--Boschi designed the interior, of course.

They hear hoofbeats approaching: but there aren't any guests who would really approach the mansion. So, does that mean that the three are back? The master is eager to greet them, and Haures goes to tell the other butlers. Everyone gathers at the entrance hall, and the three of them are indeed back! Their contracts were made with no issue, and though they did take a month longer than normal, everything is fine. They also appear to have gotten quite close; when Teddy notices that Hanamaru is missing from the group, Yuhan just sighs and says that Hanamaru probably snuck back into the carriage to nap. Quick glimpse of their dynamic is probably like Yuhan and Hanamaru bicker a lot (though it's mostly Yuhan initiating and being a little passive-aggressive, Hanamaru just kinda goes with it and faces the passive-aggressiveness with completely blunt honesty which is pretty funny. Teddy is stuck in the middle being an earnest and bright kid trying to stop his friends from fighting--Yuhan says with a smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes that they're not fighting, they're just having a difference of opinion)

We get more cute and funny scenes of everyone getting along as we officially welcome our three new butlers. The next day, the new trio show up to present themselves to the master. They want them to be the first person to see them in their new uniforms. And aside from their new uniforms, Yuhan has also decided to go with a change of hairstyle. Shinonome Yuhan is supposed to be dead after all, so a different hairstyle helps to hide his identity a little bit better. Plus, he feels like he can get a new start with a change of appearance.

Lono also shows up, saying he wants to hold a party later. The butlers of this mansion are like family, they live together, they fight together. And to help everyone get closer to the three new butlers, Lono wants to have a party to celebrate them. Of course the master agrees, and Lono leaves, excited as he thinks about what dishes he'll make. Once Lono is gone, Yuhan asks whether it's really okay for a party to welcome the three of them to be held. After all, they're butlers, and the master is their master. Is this kind of relationship really okay between master and servant? Yuhan is pensive; this is just very different from the environment that he is used to. The master answers that they don't really care about things like that. They just want everyone to be happy.

At the party we have some lighthearted stuff. Teddy wonders why Lono calls him Teddy-san, even though Teddy is Lono's junior as a butler. But Lono says eh, he just does that with the people who are older than him. Even though butlers stop aging, Teddy is 25 and he's 22, so he'll use -san with Teddy. Stuff like that. Hanamaru also got into the wine so that's also fun. And people just keep talking, get to know each other better.

Teddy finds out that Haures is over 300 years old, and the conversation transitions to the unaging nature of the butlers. None of Haures, Boschi, or Fennesz remember their exact age anymore. Haures and Fennesz became butlers on the same day, Boschi was soon after that. They were all 28 years old when that happened so they're pretty much the same age. Then the conversation turns towards birthdays--and it's revealed that the butlers don't really celebrate their birthdays. In fact, Haures and Fennesz say that they haven't celebrated a single birthday ever since they became butlers.

The master says that they want to celebrate everyone's birthday. Berrien overhears, and he reveals that there is a reason they don't celebrate birthdays: it's to keep the balance between the butlers. Because they all come from different times, different paths of life and different circumstances, there are quite a few butlers who don't know their own birthdays for some reason or another. If you celebrated only the birthdays of those who knew them, it wouldn't be very fair to the rest. But if the master does want to celebrate everyone's birthdays, then Berrien suggests to make it the day that they became butlers. A birthday is meant to mark the beginning of a new life, after all, and the butlers really have started a new life once they make a contract with a demon. The three new butlers still remember their own birthdays so they don't have to change anything, they can just keep their own birthdays. Muu sets his birthday as the day that the master arrived at the mansion.

Berrien gathers everyone to announce the birthdays, and that they're going to celebrate them every year from now on. In particular, Lato and Lono note that this would be the first time they get to celebrate a birthday. Everyone looks pleased, and the master thinks that they're going to make sure that everyone stays happy, and will be sure that celebrate everyone's birthdays dearly from now on.

#akuneko #i am.... so sorry this got so long

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 26

I am SO sorry this took so long! Life has been a little zany, but I finally found a couple of hours to sit and get this out. Enjoy!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/127072828

Keeping my head clear was one thing when I was at home, in Teddy��s apartment, surrounded by things that I understood and felt comfortable with. But being in the Lobo mansion, surrounded by Teddy’s thugs and Bellafrancesca’s men... the atmosphere felt explosive, and not in a good way. But I needed to remember that I wasn’t the person I was before.

I didn’t know who the fuck I was, to be honest, but there was little I could do about it.

The most I could do was prepare myself for the worst, where Rebecca would be half-dead. And so, that’s what I did. I imagined Rebecca in the worst positions, half-dead, skin flayed off, bloodied and gored and hurting real bad. I went over the top, letting my thoughts run as wild as I dared. It worked, because as Teddy led me down the long corridor towards the office I knew so well.

When we went inside, Rebecca was sitting on a sofa. Sure, there were two men either side of her, with their guns casually-trained on her temples, fingers ready on the trigger, safety off… and she was calm. Completely calm. What I couldn’t see were the deep bruises from where Mandy Lobo had done a number on her. But I was about to learn.

“Ah! Teddy, (Y/N),” Bellafrancesca smiled. She embraced Teddy, kissing his cheeks before turning to me and doing the same. I let her. It felt natural. Even if I remembered her being against the wedding… or had she been? Had she disliked me? Had I imagined that?

I shook it off – I couldn’t think about that now. Teddy had told me to blow his mind. And with Rebecca sat there, I had to think about that, and only that. How to blow his mind.

“Didn’t think I’d see you in our midst again, Officer!” Teddy beamed, moving to the drinks cart. He poured out two glasses, returning to me with one. “Rum, baby. Watered down. It’ll settle your stomach a bit.” He smiled at me, only this time, it was warm and gentle. I smiled up at him. I hated no longer knowing what he wanted from me… but then, had I ever?

“Thank you, Teddy,” I said gently. He kissed my cheek, and guided me to one of the armchairs.

“You are unwell, (Y/N)?” Bellafrancesca looked at me with concern. I shook my head.

“No. I just ate something that didn’t quite agree with me, that’s all.” I sipped the rum. Teddy was right; it did help. It also soothed my nerves a bit, too. Rebecca was glaring at me, unblinking. The faint redness of a fresh beating lined her cheekbone and eye socket. I pressed my lips together as Teddy perched himself on the arm of my chair, leaning back, his hand resting behind me. If we’d been on the sofa, it would have been an arm around my shoulders.

“Rebecca here would like to know what happened to (Y/N).” Bellafrancesca gestured towards me. As the room turned to me, I realised it was a test of loyalty. A test of how suicidal I was, I guess. Only I knew Teddy would be the one to kill me if I did the wrong thing. Whatever the fuck that actually was. I sipped my drink.

“Well, Rebecca, you can see I’m perfectly fine,” I smiled. “A little ill, today, but otherwise fine.” I cleared my throat, and sipped my drink again.

“You went… missing for… months…” Rebecca breathed. It was obvious now why she was so still. If she breathed too hard, it would hurt potentially broken ribs.

“I did. And I told them to tell you – the FBI, I mean. The team who told me to leave.” I looked at her. In my peripheral, I saw Teddy relax a little. Okay, right footing… “But I guess they didn’t.” I sat forward. “I guess I can tell her the truth now, right, baby?” I looked up at Teddy, and he gestured with his glass to Rebecca.

“Go right ahead.”

I took a breath. Rebecca’s eyes had softened.

“You remember the day Katie got shot?” A curt nod. “Well, I saw things from a rival gang in that restaurant that put me in danger. Teddy grabbed me out of there in the chaos, thinking I was one of his people. We only realised when I got into the car. The FBI got involved when they thought it was a hostage situation – and, admittedly, I also thought it was a hostage situation, until we got to the safe house – but we all agreed it would be safer to just talk. So we did. And we learned that the people Katie and I had gone to check out were traffickers and drugs smugglers, but that they wanted my ass for stopping them. And Teddy’s ass, too. Since Teddy had a good knowledge of them, and their rings, and I needed to leave the state until they were stopped, they put us both undercover over in Florida.” I licked my lips. It was easy, lying like that. Inventing a story that could have happened, if I believed it hard enough. Because what was the alternative? I tell her he kidnapped me, kept me in his little torture chamber and I fell in love with him? I sipped my drink. Teddy placed a hand on the nape of my neck, massaging those tight spots lightly. It felt really good.

“And then what?” Rebecca breathed, wincing.

“And then… I got to know him. I got to see other sides of him, Rebecca.” I swapped my glass into my other hand and reached up for Teddy’s hand. He gave it to me, and I kissed it. “I got to see a different Teddy. A soft, gentle Teddy. Someone who can handle an entire empire without blinking…” I looked up at him. “Someone who can juggle things and people and business and money, and be on coke withdrawal, and still manage to thrive.” He smiled at me. “And I fell. I fell pretty fucking hard for him.” I looked at Rebecca. “That… and the tattoos really fucking helped.” I finished my drink and Teddy took the glass from me as I stood. “See, Rebecca… all the shit you made me believe about the Lobos… yet their reach is huge. Their empire is unrivalled. And I don’t know anything or anyone that can top it. They’re powerful, but they care for each other. And Teddy wanted me by his side. How could I say no? When he’d kept me safe for months in another state? Not knowing what was happening over here?”

“So you’re a… criminal… too?” Rebecca said quietly.

“Maybe I am. But Teddy made some sacrifices for me, too.” I stood in front of her. “Like his drugs. He got clean for me. And gave up seeing other people, too. Remained faithful.” I bit my lip. “Married me without a prenup, too. What’s his is mine, what’s mine is his… even though he’s brought far more to the relationship than I ever could.” I linked my fingers in front of me. “But Rebecca… we were fighting a war we had no chance of winning. We were like Belgium in World War 1, taking dogs pulling canons into battle because they refused to prepare because they didn’t want to fight.”

“They… killed… my father –“

“And your father killed Ritchie Lobo.” I pressed my lips together. “But you always leave that part of the fucking story out.” I glared back at her. “As far as I’m concerned, Rebecca, it’s even. Your father killed Ritchie, so they killed your father. Eye for a eye. And sure, that eventually makes the world blind, but only if you keep fighting.” I crouched down in front of her. “You lost, Rebecca. We lost. We lost well before we even started. I just learned that and put my weapons down and embraced the flow.” I placed a hand gently on her knee. “I really suggest you do the same. Join us, Rebecca. Join me. Because unless you’re willing to take on the entire southern USA…” I trailed off. She looked down, and then back at me. Something in her was about to break.

“And if I don’t?” Her lips barely moved enough to form the words.

“If you don’t… then we’ll give you no other choice.” I smiled at her sadly. Perhaps it was all an act. But no-one had stopped me, yet. “And I don’t mean we’ll kill you. That would be too kind. You already know too much, Rebecca. What I’ve told you today, you could use that to help the police stop us. Even the FBI wanted to look at the books… but they left us alone when they got another crime empire. A lesser one, but an empire nonetheless.”

“Then what…” Rebecca couldn’t finish her sentence. The pain, whatever they’d done to her, was too great.

“What will we do to you?” A small nod. “Sweetheart… we’ll keep you suspended in a world somewhere between life and death. And all you’ll know…” I ran my hand up her leg, finding a tender spot (she winced). “Is pain.” I pressed, and Rebecca recoiled, screaming. But the scream hurt her ribs, and she gasped as waves of pain unlike anything she’d probably ever felt washed over her. But even as she writhed away, I kept my hand there, pressing against the torn muscle beneath her skin.

It was official, then. The part of me that had been human was dead. Replaced with this Teddy-pleasing Lobo monster.

Rebecca’s face contorted in pain as she succumbed, almost. I kneeled up and took her face.

“Come on, sweetheart, take it. You’re strong, aren’t you?” I patted her cheek, and she looked at me side-eye. She was clammy, sweaty, trying to calm her breathing. “You can’t win this, sweetheart. We can heal you, and we can bring you to a point far beyond this… over and over again…” I smiled at her sadly. “I don’t want to do that to you. Not when you can just so easily end all this and do the normal thing.” I brushed her hair back from her forehead. “And you’ll be above even those assholes at the precinct who always shot you down for having ambition. There’s a ladder to climb here. Ambition with us gets you places… ambition with that lot gets you stamped out.” I turned, looking for a soft cloth. Brice handed me one. Damp. I thanked him as I pressed it against Rebecca’s forehead. “I don’t handle anything criminal, Rebecca. I don’t hurt people, I don’t kill people. I do charity work. Loco Lobos is the brainchild of me and Teddy. VillaLobos, the dog rescue – that’s now funded by us, too. There’s so much good you can do with us, Rebecca. But it’s your choice to make, darling. Join us, or suffer until your poor heart gives out.” Rebecca nodded. I don’t think she knew what she was nodding for, but she nodded. I wiped the rest of her face, then put the cloth resting across her forehead. She closed her eyes and succumbed properly to the pain. And then, I stood.

I turned, and Teddy appraised me.

“Well,” he murmured, pulling me to him by a bit of fabric on my jacket that he could reach. “I didn’t think you had that in you. My little liar…”

“Was it a lie, Teddy?” I asked softly. I took hold of the lapels of his jacket. “Was it all a lie?” I leaned in close. “Because the only lie I told was that the FBI was involved, and that we were in Florida… everything else was entirely true.” I kissed the hollow of his jaw, and he took my face and kissed me properly.

“We’ll discuss it later,” he murmured, stroking my cheek.

“Take Officer Quincy to the medical wing,” Bellafrancesca said. “Make sure she has the care she needs.” The men nodded and picked Rebecca up. “As for you, (Y/N). I hope you will join us for dinner tonight?” Teddy’s hand rested on the small of my back as he stood beside me.

“I’d love to,” I said softly. “And… and I was thinking. I know we didn’t see eye to eye in the beginning…” I swallowed. “But I’d like… I…” I looked down. Teddy had said blow his mind. I looked up, stepping towards Bellafrancesca. “I’d like to call you mom, if you’d let me? Since I don’t really have a mom present here…” I played with my fingers, twisting my rings around my finger. Bellafrancesca’s face contorted into something of wonder and a smile and sadness. And then she enveloped me into a tight hug.

“I thought you would never ask,” she murmured, holding me tightly. What I didn’t see was the little look she exchanged behind my back to Teddy. But I stepped back when she let me go. “How proud I am to see how far you have come, (Y/N). Into our family. Finally.” The emphasis on that ‘finally’… she’d been waiting for my total submission for a while, then. She took my face in her hands and grinned. “Finally, a true Lobo.”

“Thank you… mom.” I smiled at her, and I swear, tears welled up in her eyes. “I hope I can continue to make you proud.” She let me go, and I turned to Teddy.

“We should go, mom. But we’ll come back tonight for dinner, sure.” He took my hand in his. “You need anything else with Quincy or no?”

“Rebecca will be quite alright in our care. But if we struggle to convince her of our work, I will let you know.” Bellafrancesca kissed us both, Teddy still holding my hand. But his grip wasn’t tight and controlling. It was gentle. Just… holding hands. Just that.

“Alright. See you later.”

We left, and Teddy and I strolled through the corridors of the mansion to the exit, where I promptly felt my legs buckle. And I guess Teddy had expected it, because he caught me before I could hit the floor and take a tumble down the stairs. He held me up, encasing me entirely with his body. I pushed my face into his chest. That smell, the smell of him, of his cologne but also just of him… the smell that lingered behind the cologne, the smell that I’d woken up with and fallen asleep with… it was secure, grounding. Soothing. He ran his palm up and down my back, murmuring random sweet nothings.

“You good, baby?” I looked up at him, pushing back so I could lean against the wall.

“Well?” I asked, my voice surprisingly strong. “Did I succeed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did I blow your little mind?” Teddy laughed, shaking his head as he swiped his thumb across his lower lip. Pushing his other hand into his pocket, he stepped forward and leaned against the wall, covering me with his body.

“You did.” His voice a growl, he looked down at me. “I didn’t expect you to hurt your little friend… I thought you might just spin some fucking tale… but you did a little more than that… how did you know she was hurting there, though?”

“She moved away from my hand a little bit. It was barely there, but she moved. I took a chance.” I looked up at him, feeling sick that I wanted his approval for this.

“And it paid off… she was ready to join us then and there…” he grinned down at me. “See, (Y/N), if we get Quincy to join us…” he dipped his head a little lower. “Then the world truly does belong to us…” He kissed me softly, chastely.

“And if the world belongs to us, we can do so much good.” I took the lapels of his jacket and smiled up at him hopefully. “I hope that still stands.”

“Course it does. The charity shit’s making bag. You were right.” He kissed me again, nuzzling my neck. “And before you fucking ask, you can still stay away from hurting people. Except Quincy. I might need you to step up again.”

“Well, she probably hates me after today anyway.” I rested my head back against the wall, sighing softly as Teddy continued to touch all the spots that usually got me going. “Teddy – n-not here –“

“Then let’s go home.” I squealed as he picked me up in a bridal carry and made light work of the steps. I often forgot how strong he’d become since he’d come off the coke. Because he had come off the coke – no-one had laughed at that when I’d said it. He was genuinely clean. And I supposed he planned to stay that way. Maybe the mental sharpness he had was nice for him… it was certainly nice for me, anyway.

Teddy set me down by the car, opening the door for me. Once I was inside, he slid over the hood of the car and turned gracefully, climbing in himself.

“Sexy,” I chuckled.

“Well, when your ball and chain’s being a fucking cock tease…” He turned the car on and threw it into drive before he’d even put his seatbelt on.

“So I’m a ball and chain, now?”

“Gilded handcuffs, then.”

“I’ll be an open road if you keep your end of the bargain, Teddy.”

As he turned onto the main highway, he surprisingly didn’t burn off with little regard for traffic law. I relaxed my naturally tight grip on the doorhandle, and looked at him.

“I made you a fucking promise, (Y/N). I intend to keep it, if you’re worried.”

“I am, a bit.”

“You don’t fucking trust me anymore?!”

“I… I do… just –“

“Fucking trust me, baby. I made a promise to you. You blow my mind in there, and I tell you what happened.” He pulled up to a stop light and turned to me properly. “But I’m going to fuck your brains dumb before I say a fucking word, sweetheart. And then I’m going to fucking feed you… and then I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

“And if you don’t?”

“If I don’t, then you know how to make me fucking talk, don’t you?” He grinned at me wolfishly. I sighed. “But since I like my fucking skin intact, I’m gonna tell you.”

“You just need a clear head and empty balls first, I guess.”

“Look at you,” he purred, as the light turned green. “You know me so well.”

#Teddy lobo #Teddy lobo x reader #Teddy #Lobo #Dracula #Renfield #tedward lobo

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Dragons of a Feather

Many people liked to think Jura Rhapsodos was a savior, and perhaps, for many she was. She spent her time saving the lives of the dying and the souls of the damned. It’s what she was good at, so why not spend her waking hours helping people. Tormenting the weak didn’t interest her after all. Whether she was in Toril or Tamriel, that didn’t change. If anything, it was inconvenient to be in Toril now though. None here understood how she came by her divine powers, and the simple answer of being Dragonborn seemed to mean something different here. She quickly proved that answers didn’t matter, not as much as actions at least. She’d spent the last few years doing exactly that. Saving people and killing those that would harm them, and while she’d garnered plenty of followers who did the same in her name, she’d made just as many enemies, and it seemed today, she’d made another in the Githyanki’s lich-queen, Vlaakith.

It was with pity in her eyes and a distant sorrow in her heart that she put the creche to the sword. She offered them every chance for mercy. Too blinded by their loyalty to their queen, none would take it.

The sun had begun its slow descent towards the horizon by the time they finished burning the last body. Lae’zel was silent and surly the whole while, and offered no answer when asked about Githyanki last rites, so Jura performed her own for the dead. It was the least she could do after slaughtering them all. She knew she should feel more guilt than she did, but no child of Sithis ever felt guilt at the taking of lives, even if the Dread Father could claim her soul no longer. No, it belonged to herself now, and no one else.

She could feel the heat from the flames on her face, but it did little to warm her core. She had never been like her sister, or her parents. She took no pleasure in death. It was domination, not death, that her dragon soul craved, and if she felt anything now, it was sheer annoyance. That the Githyanki refused to lower their weapons and submit peeved her, and even still, she felt it licking at the back of her mind.

“A fine show you put on. A pity I’ve arrived too late to watch it.” A familiar voice, deep, dark, and more arrogant than any she’d ever encountered before sounded from behind her, but Jura didn’t turn to face him. In fact, it wasn’t until a strong, armored arm snaked around her waist and pulled her flush to an equally armored and sturdy chest that she addressed him.

“Dare I ask why you are here, if not to witness the slaughter?” She asked, keeping her voice clipped and monotone, daring not to betray any of the new emotions sparking to life in her chest. Surprise. Delight. Suspicion. She hadn’t known who he was the last time she saw him, when he came to her aid against the Sharrans in Waterdeep four years ago, but she knew who he was now. Lathander had told her. Even if she’d only caught glimpses of him since then, each time he always disappeared before she could reach him, before she could talk to him, demand answers as to why, she knew that it wasn’t a mere coincidence that he was here now, when they were so close to Moonrise, and the seat of the Absolute.

“Why, I’m here to see you, of course.” He chuckled against her ear, the sound dark and devilish, even as his arm around her waist tightened. She could feel his stubble scratch her neck as he brushed his lips against her sensitive skin, and she couldn’t help the shiver that went down her spine at the feeling, or the heat beginning to pool in her stomach, despite her definitely knowing better this time. “How long has it been, Jura?”

I suppose that’s more of an answer than any he gave me back then. He’s either in a giving mood, or he wants something himself. If what I’ve read of him is of any indication at least.

“A few years, but if you wanted to speak to me sooner, you could’ve. As you well know, I’m not a hard person to find.” There was no denying the hint of accusation in her voice as she turned in his grip to face him, which he surprisingly allowed, loosening his arm around her enough for her to move only to tighten it and bring her even closer to his chest afterwards. She stumbled against him at the sudden yank, her hands flying up to rest against his chest, as if to push herself away, but she made no effort to do so as of yet. Instead she looked up at his face and studied him with a scowl.

He took the form of a younger human man, around his thirties, with raven black hair cut shaggy and short to frame his face. His facial hair was kept short and trimmed, barely longer than stubble, and just seeing it brought back memories of how it felt against her thighs. His facial features were sharp and pointed, almost gaunt like his skin was stretched to its limits across his skull, but he was undeniably handsome. But most catching of all were his eyes, his irises an iridescent emerald green that seemed nearly unnatural, drowning in a sea of black sclera.

At the time of their first meeting, she didn’t have any idea who he was. Now that she knew and researched him herself, it couldn’t possibly have been more obvious.

He grinned, showing off dazzling white, unnaturally pointed teeth.

“Oh of course. One needs only follow the ashes to find you, more often than not.”

Jura shook her head with a soft scoff, though she didn’t deny it. Almost as soon as she did so, with his free hand, he gripped her chin and tilted her face up to look at him again.

“Now Jura, don’t be like that. Just because I’ve been busy with my own work doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.”

“Missed me so much that every time I tried to speak to you, you vanished on me.” Jura didn’t hesitate to point out.

He chuckled, almost coyly. “Well pardon me for not indulging your every whim. Just because I came by to check on you every now and then doesn’t mean I had time to stay and chat.”

“But you do now?”

“I do now indeed.” He offered what was most likely an attempt at a charming smile. “Shall we go talk in private? Somewhere away from your newest… What do you call them?”

“We happen to be her friends, which is more than you can say, I’m sure.” Gale spoke up now, glaring over the cooking fire at him. He’d been chopping up vegetables before he arrived, and didn’t seem overly pleased to see him again, though Jura knew he wasn’t aware of his identity like she was. If he knew, he’d be brandishing magic and not a cooking knife. “I find it highly suspicious for you to turn up now, after such a hard battle. Seems to me like you’re here to try and finish us off.”

Jura let out a quiet sigh. Gale was defensive, and he had every right to be, considering who their guest was, but he didn’t even know that, so instead of endearing, his jealousy was annoying. Even if he wasn’t here, it wasn’t like she had much interest in sleeping with him instead.

“Relax, Gale. It’s fine. Believe it or not, I can handle one man by myself.” She told him, immediately brushing off his concerns, even if calling him a man was the understatement of the century.

“Yes, Gale. Why don’t you relax and continue cooking like a good little-”

Jura cut him off with a quick press of her lips to his. As soon as their lips made contact, his tongue was already prodding at the crease between hers, an entrance she was swift to deny him as she pulled away.

“You: hush and follow me.”

Her guest grinned devilishly. “Yes ma’am.”

He released his grip on her waist and her chin before gesturing for her to lead the way. Jura pulled away from him and took a moment to straighten the front of her clothes, rumpled as they were from both the fight and moving the bodies to be burned, before leading the way out of the creche’s kitchen. She paused midstep when she realized that Shadowheart and Astarion were both following them.

“Stay. I can handle him myself.” She told them without looking back towards either of them.

“Are you sure about that? He seems…” Shadowheart cut herself off, though there was no denying the apprehension in her voice. She sounded almost afraid.

“I’ll be fine.” Jura turned now to give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t forget, I’m a god. He can’t kill me in a way that matters.”

He chuckled at her words before turning to the two himself. “Yes, she’s a god, and I’m her most devout and fervent worshipper. She’s in no danger from me.” He told them, though there was nothing reassuring or sincere in his mocking tone.

Jura rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to grab him by the ear and drag him out. Instead she settled for grabbing the collar of his black velvet cloak and tugged on that instead.

“You two. Stay. You, keep moving.”

He only chuckled more at her command, but did as she obeyed, just not before taking the hand clenching his cloak in his grasp and bringing her knuckles to his lips, bowing his head ever so slightly as he did so. He looked down at her past her knuckles, and even though she couldn’t see the smirk on his lips, she could see it in his eyes.

“As you wish, milady.”

Despite everything, the tinges of a blush crept across her cheeks and Jura was quick to huff and try to pull her hand out of his, only for him to intertwine his fingers with hers and tighten his grip. She frowned at him, but he merely returned the look with a smile as he gestured with his free hand for her to continue. Silently admitting defeat this time, she continued to walk with him.

She kept an eye out to make sure the others weren’t following them at first, before leading him to the temple’s altar room, mainly because it was the deepest point of the temple and where they were least likely to be disturbed. It was only once they were there and she approached the altar that he relinquished his grip on her hand.

“You don’t seem nearly as happy to see me now as I expected you to be, considering how disappointed you were when I left your side those years ago in Waterdeep.” He noted, but unlike before, that smugness that colored his voice almost every word spoken prior wasn’t to be found here. Instead there was a hint of curiosity, but he was otherwise monotone.

“I didn’t know who you were back then.”

“Oh?” He chuckled. “But you do now?”

“Yes.” She kept her back to him now, unable to face him. She remembered those weeks they spent together in Waterdeep, hunting down the Sharrans and thwarting their plot to overtake the Weave once again. The nights she spent in his bed because she was tired and lonely and it was nice to be wanted again after who knew how many years spent studying in Apocrypha and even more sequestered alone in her tower out in Eastmarch’s farthest recesses away from the rest of the world who didn’t need her any more. It had confused her when AO told her that she’d been brought to Toril to be their God of Salvation for why would they need her if her own world didn’t, and while she’d come to discover there was no end to the amount of work for her to do here, she also discovered from others that it was his idea. He wanted her here, but she couldn’t even begin to guess why. Well, she could. She wondered if he felt in her the same that she felt in him, the aching longing in her chest that only abated when he was near. She was Dragonborn. The need to dominate was interwoven into her very being. Did that, perhaps, resonate with him?

“I want to hear you say it.” He came closer to her now and rested his hands on her hips, pulling her back against his chest again. She could feel his breath against her neck as he nuzzled her pulse, nipping at the delicate skin ever so lightly. “Say my name.”

“Bane.” She breathed his name in a whisper. “God of Tyranny.”

He nuzzled at her neck more before nipping the skin between his sharp teeth, his voice hot and heavy against her ear. “Good.”

Jura bit back the moan that threatened to escape her at the sharp pain that accompanied his teeth, instead turning to face him in his arms.

Bane made no attempt to stop her, instead, smirking down at her. He took one hand from her waist and cupped her cheek instead, running his gauntleted fingers through her hair slowly before trailing them down her neck. A flicker of fear rose in her chest as his thumb traced the center of her throat, but she was quick to shove it down as she stared into his eyes, forcing the same fearlessness that she felt when she slew dragons and toppled empires into her own.

“What do you want, Bane?” She managed to make herself ask without her voice trembling, but the heady look in his eyes as he stared down at her like something to be desired was starting to make her legs as weak as her sense of morals always had been. She’d once served Sithis like the rest of her family, and thus she didn’t care enough about what others considered to be right or wrong to resist crawling back into bed with another god of ill repute. Literally or figuratively this time.

Bane stroked her throat with his thumb, running it up and down her windpipe as he leaned in close. His lips were almost brushing hers when he spoke, in a soft, breathless whisper. “You. I want you. On top of me, under me, by my side. It is a spot that has remained empty for time immemorial, waiting for someone like you. There can be no others.”

Jura struggled to keep her breathing easy and steady with him so close, and yet as his armor sapped the warmth from her body, her eyes drifted half shut as she stared into his.

“Is that so?” She murmured, her hand almost trembling as she wrapped her arm around his neck. She didn’t believe him. He was the God of Tyranny, so how could she trust anything he said? And yet, there was a part of her heart, withered black and twisted with loneliness that desperately wanted to. She wasn’t unaccustomed to being desired but there was something very different about the feverishly deranged masses worshipping her wanting her, and someone like him. One didn’t deserve to so much as lick her boots, but the other…? He was a man who became a god through sheer strength of will and tenacity, and that she deeply respected, even if his domain was less than wholesome. In fact, it was his domain of Tyranny that caught her interest. The possibility that he was anything like her, that he could possibly understand her own struggles with her Dragonborn soul. It called her to him. She could feel the same power inside of him, just as Miraak once felt it in her. As he once said, like calls to like.

Bane’s fingers crept up the back of her neck, threading into her tied back hair, but even as they wrapped around the crimson strands, he made no attempt to pull it. Not yet, at least.

“I won’t lie to you, Jura.” He stared straight into her eyes, seemingly unbothered by gazing into the ruby settle deep within her otherwise empty eye socket. “I have no need to. I know you can feel the call, same as I do. You can’t escape the bond between our souls, and even if you could, why would you want to?”

Jura swallowed hard at his words, or she tried to, at least, but her mouth was drier than bone as she stared into his eyes. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His skin was warm under her touch, his hair fluffy and soft in her grip.

“Am I supposed to think I might make you a better man?”

“You could try.” His voice was as smug as ever as he brushed his lips against hers, gently for the moment. “But I doubt you’d succeed.”

“You’re right. If anything, you would just make me a monster.” She murmured, closing her eyes. She loosened her own grip on his hair.

“And how much further down must your standards fall before they reach the breaking point?” Bane chuckled, even as his own grip on her hair tightened in response. He leaned his head down, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and sighed deeply against her skin.

The scratch of his stubble against her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

“I know you, Child of Sithis. Child of Akatosh. I know what you’ve done, and what you’re capable of. You can lie to those pets of yours outside, but not to me. We both know you don’t really care about those people, or anyone in fact. You only care about one thing. It’s what your soul sings for. Power. Control. Forcing the people around you to bend to your whims and grovel at your feet like the dogs they are.” With a sharp tug, Bane yanked her head back, further exposing her neck.

A sharp hiss left her lips, but she didn’t fight him on it. Neither the gesture or the words. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. To deny it would be to lie, and to lie was pointless when they both knew that’s what the words were. A quiet gasp escaped her throat at the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into her neck, hard and deep enough to draw blood, and she couldn’t help the shudder going through her at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue lapping up the blood against her skin. She dug her nails into the back of his neck in warning, but he only chuckled against her in response before pulling away from her neck and grinning down at her.

She frowned up at him, mustering as much displeasure into her expression as she could, if only to not give away the growing heat between her legs.

“You’re a brat.”

Bane released his grip on her hair in favor of moving both hands to her hips instead, and before she could protest, he picked her up, and her arms tightened around his neck, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist in response. He grinned as he laid her back on the altar, hovering over her now.

“I have yet to hear you tell me to stop or to leave.” He leaned down, planting his hands on either side of her head against the altar and kissed her again, more fervently this time, and this time, when his tongue prodded at her lips, she parted them to let him in.

Jura could taste her own blood on his tongue as he ran it against hers, the taste hot and acrid, like swallowing an ember.

Abruptly, Bane pulled away from the kiss and stared down at her with half lidded eyes.

She couldn’t tell what he was thinking just from his expression, but she knew he’d probably tell her if she asked. She didn’t ask though. Instead, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him back down for another kiss.

#tes ldb #bg3 tav #bg3 bane #banetav #in which my tes dragonborn ends up in faerun thanks to some plotting by bane #also yes i'm absolutely going with the idea that bane is dragonborn himself. no one @ me with complaints of how that wouldn't work in bg.#his canon backstory is that he was a slave to a god before killing it with the other dead three whose to say that said god didn't pluck him #from tamriel like bane did jura #idc you can fight me on this #also if you squint real hard you can pick up on the fact that they absolutely fuck on lathanders altar i just didn't get around to writing #it

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