#what they are going to do with the cons the villains and everyone else

[reel-fear]

I think you guys are losing it with the Earthspark critiques now actually like at first I was on board but now it feels like u guys have forgotten we've only got one season so far and 99% of what we have seen was clearly set up for later pay off like calm down a little-

[redhead1180]

Sunshine

Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader

Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.

Words - 3k

Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.

A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!

Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week you’ve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.

JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldn’t. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you don’t remember a time when they weren’t there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldn’t get around it for this party.

You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.

Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.

“Well, well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine” Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck off, Cameron” I told him, trying not to say more and start something.

“Anyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshine” he laughed.

“Only to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweet” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I bet you taste sweet” he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. “What’s got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldn’t have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?”

“You’re such an asshole, Cameron” You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.

“Most girls that talk to me the way you do get punished” he leered, inches from my face.

So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.

“Let go of me you fucking psycho!” I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. “I swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.” he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.

I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.

He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.

I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.

“Rafe just fucking walk away, leave me alone” I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.

*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldn’t have done that” he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.

“You psychotic motherfucker, put me down!” I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.

He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“You may not want this, but your body does” he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.

“You’re a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.” He threatens.

I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but don’t see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

“Just a little something to make you enjoy it more.” He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.

“Open up, Sunshine” he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.

I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw won’t let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I can’t stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didn’t want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.

“What the fuck did you give me, Rafe?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

“Aww Sunshine, it’s just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.” He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.

“Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.

“Oh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.” He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.

“That’s it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.” He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.

“More” I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.

I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.

“Fuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?” he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.

“Shit Rafe, I don’t know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ain’t fitting in me.” I say in wonder.

“I’ll make it fit,” he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasn’t all the drugs.

“Oh, don’t be shy now” Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.

Distracted by his kiss, I didn’t notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.

“FUCK!” I cried out “Rafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!” I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.

“I’ll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and you’ll only want my cock in this pussy. You’re mine now, Sunshine” he rasped in my ear.

“I hate you” I hissed at him.

Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.

“You keep saying that, but your body doesn’t,” he taunted “you might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didn’t you?”

I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.

“Oh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slut” he hissed at me.

“Yes Daddy” I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.

“That’s my good little slut” he teased.

He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.

“That’s it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.” He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.

He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.

“S’too much, daddy” I whine, trying to push on his stomach. “I can’t do it”

He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.

“You will take everything I give you. You’re my little cum slut now and you will obey me” he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.

All you could hear in the room were my ‘uh-uhs’ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.

“You better cum before me or you’re outta luck,” he panted. “We’re not here for your pleasure, only mine.” He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.

I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafe’s dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I can’t stop.

“Jesus Fuck” Rafe gasps, “You’re clenching so tight I can barely move.”

He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.

“Oops can’t have any Daddy’s juices spilling out can we?” he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.

“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.

“Stop being a whiny slut” he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.

“What the fuck” I snap.

“I need something to jerk off to when you’re not around”

He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.

“Unlock it” he demands.

I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.

“When I call, I expect you to answer and come to me” he demands coldly. “If you don’t, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.” he grins.

I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.

“Now you’re gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.” He instructed. “The whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.”

I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.

Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.

“Stop crying like a cunt,” he mocked me, “You enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?”

“It was the drugs” I argue.

“Sure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?” he asked.

I’m looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.

“S’what I thought,” he smirked “Now get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.”

I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.

Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJ’s lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didn’t seem to have missed me.

I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.

Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.

I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.

How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.

Tagging some moots:

@princessmaybank @echo-at-the-pond @babygorewhore @drudyslut @rafescokewhore @rafesc0kewh0re @starfxkr @blueicequeen19 @drewstarkeyslut @pankowperfection @maybankskiss @ch4rrykisses

[perlelune]

no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | xi.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Hugging your frame, you retreat.

“I think you should leave Coriolanus.”

Your parents frown. He shakes his head.

“I’m not gonna let you deal with this on your own, princess.”

As he reaches for you, you shy away from him. 

“I’d rather be alone forever than be anywhere near you.”

His sky gaze clouds over with anger, the hand falling at his side slowly clenching into a fist.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do, actually.”

Coriolanus gasps. A look of hurt spreads across his features as he gapes at you like you stabbed him in the chest. This is an expression you’ve never seen him wear. You grow uneasy. He turns to your parents and sighs.

“I told you she’d react this way,” he says, sounding dejected. “Between the hormones and…everything else I told you about. I knew she’d be in denial.”

Strabo squeezes his shoulder.

“It’s alright, son. It’s not your fault,” you father says, giving a forlorn smile.

Your mother’s eyes shimmer with concern as she looks at you.

“Sweetie, everyone cares about you here. If we just sat down and-”

A wave of irate heat surges through you. It begins in the pit of your stomach, swelling as you watch Coriolanus’ interactions with your parents. The way they comfort him, hug him. Like he’s more their child than you are. The prodigal son they always wanted.

After all, you are the throwaway child, you’re viciously reminded. The District 2 orphan they graciously took in who never quite met their expectations. Tragically lacking at every turn. A disappointment.

Your palms tingle as your blood starts to boil.

You rush down the stairs.

“No! Ma, Dad…” You seize your mother’s hand. “He lied to me, did things to me. He kept me in his house. He-”

Coriolanus’ brows thread, his eyes misting over with unshed tears.

“If you need to make me the villain in your story to make this okay, princess. Go ahead.” A mirthless chuckle floats from his lips. Once more, he looks at you like you’re the one causing him great hurt, not the opposite. His shoulders slump. “I’ll be the villain if that’s what you need.” He rubs his eyes, sadness twisting his features as he talks to your parents. “I’m sorry. I never realized it’d be this…difficult for her to accept what happened between us.”

“Nothing happened between us!” you shout, tears of frustration pressing behind your eyes.

He scoffs, blue gaze flicking over your belly. “Nothing?”

Your mother cups your face, her expression puzzled. “So Coriolanus isn’t…the father? You two never-” She glances at him then you. “Is William the father of your child then, sweetie?” She caresses your cheek. “We’re not judging you. We just want answers.”

You chew on your lip. Your attention darts from him to your mother, your insides clutching. A lie sizzles your tongue, nearly spilling in desperation, but you quell it. What would be the point? Your mother’s always known you wanted to wait. That was the plan, initially. And William isn’t the one you spent every day with for the last few weeks. Your parents are also aware of that fact.

There’s no doubt who the father is. They know it. You know it. And from the smug way he’s standing by your parents’ side, he also knows it.

“No, it…it can’t be William. It’s Coriolanus,” you admit begrudgingly. The words alone ache as they skip off your tongue. A single tear rolls down your cheek. “But he lied to me, Ma. So much.”

She tilts her head.

“Lied about what?”

Your eyes flood with tears.

“The night of the party, Sejanus-”

Your father’s thunderous voice interrupts your tearful confession.

“Enough!” he curtly rumbles. “You dare bring your brother into this? When Coriolanus was the only real friend he made all these years?”

A shocked exhale leaves your throat. You shake your head, hastily wiping your tears.

“Dad, you don’t understand-”

 “You’re not a child anymore!” he bellows.

His razor-sharp tone has you leap back in fright.

Your voice comes out small.

“Dad?”

He heaves out a deep sigh, pulling out his breast pocket square to dab the fat beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead.

“However this happened, it did.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever mistakes were made, a child is involved now. A small, innocent child. My grandchild. I will not hear anymore about this senseless teenage drama.” You deflate, your eyes growing wide. The finality in your father’s words pulverizes the last shred of hope within you. “And I will not let my own daughter drag our house into further ruin after losing my only son.” Your father winces, his hand clawing his chest. His knees buckle and he starts sinking onto the floor. Your mother and Coriolanus rush to his side. Your jaw drops. All the color drains from his face. Your mother starts weeping. You go to your father, helping him sit in the living room with your mother and Coriolanus as he takes large gulps of air. It lasts a while, long, horrifying minutes, his wheezing breaths causing your own pulse to race. You begin to wonder if you'll lose a father on top of a brother.

“Breathe, Dad, please…” you whimper, holding his hand.

After some time, it thankfully stops. Your father’s exhales slow down and he regains some color. Relief fills you. You genuinely thought you were about to see your father die right before you.

“Take it easy, Mr. Plinth.”

“Honey, your heart…”

Strabo waves off his wife and Coriolanus as they fuss over him.

“I’m fine,” he assures, his frown returning. His disapproving stare cuts into you. You shrink. “You’re an adult now and you need to start acting like it.”

Your mouth opens then clamps shut. You don’t want to upset him again, not when the argument from before sent him in such a state.

You lower your head. “Y-Yes, dad.”

“Sit down,” he instructs.

“O-Okay.”

You take a dour seat on the opposite couch. 

“Coriolanus, you sit down too,” he adds.

Your stomach sinks. The blond’s eyes find yours across the room. Your father is still recovering, hand on his chest, and your mother is too busy caring for your father. None of them see what you do. The winning glint dancing in his blue orbs and the almost imperceptible smirk as he sits next to you on the couch.

“Of course, Mr. Plinth.”

Once your father is better, he and Coriolanus start discussing the logistics of your new…situation. The entire conversation is a vivid nightmare, making you question your own sanity. You are there, but might as well not be, with the matter-of-fact way your future is being discussed as if everything is already set in stone. 

Your heart skips a beat when Coriolanus promises your parents to marry you before the fall. He says he wants to do it quickly to avoid any gossip, before you start showing, but also provide enough time to make it grand and memorable. It’s a stark contrast to what you and William had in mind. A small, intimate gathering of only your parents and a few of William’s closest friends. You both decided you only really needed the other in the end.

Coriolanus however sounds like he wants the entire Capitol to watch him slip a ring on your finger. 

Your insides curl in horror.

The moment living arrangements are brought up, your heart races.

“I can’t move in with the Snows,” you interject, shocked by what your father just suggested. Though, it shouldn’t surprise you. Your father’s a traditionalist. Of course, he’d agree with Coriolanus that you should move out of their home and swiftly into his.

“You will have no choice. We’re selling the house.” 

You bolt to your feet, your brows grazing your hairline.

“What?”

“The paperwork is already signed.” Your father crosses his arms. “We are moving on the floor below theirs. I had the entire place renovated. It’s quite spectacular, you’ll see.”

A humorless laugh escapes from your throat.

“You can’t be serious.”

“It’ll be good, sweetheart. A fresh start,” your mother assures, rising to clutch your hands in hers. Her hopeful smile sends a wave of queasiness through you.

Your father’s gaze narrows.

“Coriolanus has graciously agreed to salvage your virtue by taking your hand in marriage…or whatever’s left of it, I suppose. You should be grateful he’s allowing you to save face. Many men would shirk the responsibility. You are lucky it was him.”

Your mind races, a million thoughts crowding it at once. 

“When is this move supposed to occur?”

“The entire house will be empty by the end of the week.”

Your breath catches. You give a slow, acrid nod.

“So it’s all been decided. I don’t get a say.” You snicker, backing away from your mom, backing away from all of them. This is a madhouse. Your brother died and they all lost their minds.

…Except for him.

He looks far too content with himself not to understand what he’s done to you, what he’s still doing to you. How could you be stupid enough to trust Coriolanus Snow?

You still remember the way he was at the Academy. Always observing, gauging, weighing in every situation to figure out what to do or say to get himself ahead. Always looking out for himself. You saw things in him that were never there. And now you’re paying the consequences.

“I don’t even know why you asked me to be here. Clearly, as always, you know best, Dad.”

“Sweetie…”

You slap away your mother’s tentative hand. Her mouth falls as heartbreak fills her eyes.

“May I be excused, Father?” you snap.

“You may,” he replies with a similar tone.

Turning your back to everyone in the room, you make a beeline for your room. 

The faint knock on your door is ignored as you bury your head further in your pillow. You don’t want to talk to anyone right now. No one in this house anyway. You have been betrayed. Sold out. Abandoned. By your own parents, no less. If Janus were here, this wouldn’t have happened, you’re sure of it. He always stood for what’s right. He never let anyone hurt you. He’d have never doubted a word coming out of your mouth. Your brother’s death left you prey to a monster.

“You shouldn’t have left the way you did. I knew you weren’t ready.”

Your head whips up. Adrenaline pours in your blood as you find Coriolanus leaning against your bedroom door. He locks it shut and you sit up immediately.

“All of this could have been avoided.”

“Leave me alone,” you hiss, shrinking in a corner of your bed.

Coriolanus frees a long, weary breath. He takes sluggish steps across your room. You tense when he sits on your bed. His deceptively soft voice propels ice in your veins.

“Like I said before, it doesn’t have to be like this. You’re making this harder than it has to be, princess.” He strokes your ankle. Bile rises in your throat. “I’ll be a good husband, a good father. I’ll take care of you, just like I promised.”

“How can you even be sure I’m pregnant?” you chance, hoping to erode that frustrating certitude laced in his tone. “It was just two or t-three times. It could be a mistake…”

A lopsided slant tugs his lips skywards.

“A mistake? After all the time I spent making sure it takes?” Befuddlement knits your brows. A chilling expression settles over the blond’s features. He chuckles. “Oh princess, god you are so sweetly naive. It wasn’t just three times.” A sinking feeling spreads through you. Coriolanus inches close to you, a small smile creeping on his face. “You know me, I’m a lot more thorough than that.”

You tremble, disarmed by his statement.

“What do you mean? It was. I remember…”

He arches his brow. “Do you?” Coriolanus cocks his head, fondling the side of your face. “You know, you look so pretty when you sleep. Vulnerable, defenseless. You also make such lovely noises. I mean, how could one resist…” You shudder, your eyes growing wide as saucers. “I’m glad the tea helped you find rest. You seemed so at peace. Like that sleeping princess in the fairytale. You never stirred, never woke up, never screamed. Not even once. You just kept making those sweet little noises…” His smile broadens, crooked and taunting. “Like you couldn’t get enough of it.”

You gasp and leap from your bed. The implication behind his words makes your head throb, queasiness engulfing your entire being.

All those times you awoke feeling strange, your body tired in a way that didn’t make sense. 

Now it makes all the ghastly sense.

A sinkhole opens beneath you, the blood seeming to drain from your body all at once.

You stagger backwards until your back collides with the wall, the only thing keeping you on your feet as your knees threaten to give out.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Get out of my room.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” he announces matter-of-factly as he gets to his feet. He sighs. “Hopefully you’ll have calmed down so we can have the rest of your things moved to the penthouse.”

As your quivering frame clings to the wall, Coriolanus snorts.

“Cheer up, princess. You have a bright future ahead of you. I can already see us. Me as President and you as my beautiful First Lady. They will love you, I know it. Especially in the districts.”

“You’re…”

“Crazy?” he finishes. He approaches you. You’re paralyzed as he frames your jaw and articulates, “Not crazy. Focused.” His thumb skims over your bottom lip. “Which means when I want something, I usually get it.” His eyes twinkle. “Snow lands on top.”

He drops a quick kiss on your cheek.

“See you tomorrow, princess,” he chimes. You remain still until he unlocks the door and disappears through it. When he’s gone, you let yourself crash onto the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore.  

You listen for the car outside, the sign of Coriolanus’ departure. Once the revving of the vehicle stops, only silence remaining, you make a mental checklist. You set aside the turmoil inside you, bottling every emotion tight. A warm coat. The sturdiest boots in your closet. Perhaps a dress or two. Sensible pants. Just in case. That stash of money Dad hides beneath a drawer in his study in case of emergencies. What else do you need? 

The more you mull it over, the more determined you become.

In a few hours, Coriolanus will return to take you away. He will not find you.

You will make sure of it.

As you rush through the cold streets of the Capitol, you keep pulling on the hood of your coat. Your panicked gaze darts across the night, your heart jumping every time so much as an alley cat crosses your path. Paranoia creeps in, making your nerves flare and your heart drum. 

What if Coriolanus had you followed? What if he was just waiting around a corner to drag you back to his house? Nothing is impossible nowadays. It might be silly but even as you snuck outside your childhood home, eyes seemed to trail your every step. Still, even as you peer around you, you find nothing but darkness crowding your sight. 

Your feet bounce as you linger on the doorstep. You hesitate before knocking, your fear and insecurities colliding inside you. You tremble as the chilly wind seeps through your coat. This could go so horribly wrong. You were so stupid. 

It would make all the sense in the world if he turned his back on you now. You wouldn’t even blame him. It’s what you deserve.

But before you can brace yourself to knock again, the door opens in front of you.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you toss your arms around him.

“William!”

He doesn’t move at first, frightfully still as you latch onto him. Your chest wrenches. Did you lose him as you feared? 

However, to your utter surprise, his warm, familiar hand sweeps over your back.

He lifts your chin.

“What’s going on…Are you okay?”

Whatever resentment he may have held onto, there is nothing but fondness and worry glistening in his forest gaze now. As if you never ripped his heart from his chest. As if you never left his loving embrace.

You grip the lapels of his shirt.

“William, I know what I said. I know you probably hate me…but I need to leave this place. Tonight.” Your voice warps with tears. “And I don’t want to do it alone.”

His brows draw together, confusion painted on his boyish features. He steps back to check you over. “Wait, slow down. Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“I’m pregnant.”

William stares at you for a long time. Shock, hurt and a million other emotions fleet across his face. Guilt flickers through you. You should have had this conversation with him a while ago.

He bites on his thumb and chuckles but it’s bereft of any amusement. He paces across the room for a while, looking at everything but you. Your heart shatters as you watch him. You didn’t want to put him through this.

He stops in front of you eventually, his mouth tight and his gaze sharp.

“Tell me everything. For once, I want the truth.”

“William, we don’t have time. In a few hours-”

He cuts you off sternly. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you talk to me.”

Your shoulders sag.

“Right, that’s fair.” You gnaw on your lip. “I-I just don’t know where to start.”

He closes the door behind you. You let him take your hand and escort you to the living room. He points for you to sit across from him. William studies you, his hands joined in front of his face. His intense stares bears a hole into you. You fidget, wondering what he’s thinking. His face is hard to read. 

William releases a deep breath before running a hand through his tousled curls.

“How about you start at the beginning?” he says, his eyes diving into yours.

[dollwritesarchive]

PATHETIC ROY OR JASON WITH READER PLEASE

I want theses men sobbing and moaning ‼️

Love you byw

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), dark fic, fem!villain!reader, dub con / reluctant consent, light bondage, sex pollen, mentions of violence and injuries, desperate boys, over the panties stimulation, teasing, little bit of foot/heel fetish, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ HOW ABOUT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. i couldn’t help myself. i miss my boyos. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

you felt powerful.

no, that wasn’t true.

breaking men down was kind of your thing; you always felt powerful. but right here, right now, with Red Hood and Arsenal on their knees in front of you, you felt something else entirely.

you felt like a goddess.

your goons had outmanned, ambushed, beaten, and stripped them of their gear and weapons. then, dragged them, bound together back-to-back, their wrists cinched behind them, straight to you.

you swoon with impish glee remembering just how righteously they’d fought against your poison, even as it emanated from you, replacing your natural pheromones with something much stronger— impossible to resist. everyone always crumbled eventually.

the redhead had broken first, olive eyes glazing over when you pressed the stiletto heel on his thigh, and he leaned forward to nuzzle against your stocking-clad thigh. “Let me eat your pussy,” he’d moaned, eyelids heavy, tongue hanging out to trace the hem of lace where your thigh-his ended and your skin began. he had no idea that your pores oozed that same drug, and he collected a double dose on his tongue that dismantled his will. “Fuck.” he grunted when your crimson claws gripped unruly auburn at the roots and jerked his head back. the poor thing couldn’t even keep his eyes opened, but his hips bucked wildly, jabbing a rock hard cock with a swollen, red tip into the air wishing he could feel you wrap around him.

“You want my pussy, Arsenal?” you croon, pressed the sharp tip of your heel against his chest and press into it. your free hand slips along the zipper of your suit at the hip until the pieces flutter against your thigh like limp wings, and you allowed him to gawk at the skimpy strip of fabric that separated his mouth from what he really wanted. “Do you want to kiss my warm lips? Suck on my clit until I’m cumming all over your face?” he was nodding to each word, lapping at his own lips like a hungry mutt as your fingers delve down to rub against your panties, pulling them taut as you do so to show your shape through them, “Will you go crazy without a taste?”

Roy nods again, inching closer on his knees, and you plant your foot between his legs, so that he can rub his cock against your calf as he leans in. “Please,” he breathes out, husky and ragged, tongue hanging out of his mouth just begging for you to perch yourself upon it. “Please just fuckin’ give it to me!” you bite down hard on your lip, soaking a patch through your panties when you hear his voice break; was he on the verge of tears? driven so mad with lust that he was about to cry?

well, it would’ve just been rude for you not to give him what he wanted.

pushing his face down, you jut your hips and his countenance smashes against your clothed cunt— an audible and gurgling whimper rumbling from his lips. you watched his eyes cross, and roll back, as he smothered in your scent, his open mouth sucking and kissing at the damp fabric. you pulled on his roots, drawing in a sharp breath. “Work for it, Speedy,” you taunt, pushing harder to bob his head up and down between your thighs, your head drops back in ecstasy, “and I’ll let you drink my cum from the source—“

“Goddammit, Roy…” Red Hood mutters, his dark mop damp from sweat and still hanging forward. your brow quirks, and you tilt your head, running your free hand over his shoulder.

“Now, now,” you coo, scraping your nails over the firm muscle pads until you can hook your fingers around his throat and tilt his head back to look up at you. his eyes are hazy, and his lips are chapped, the bottom tier swollen from how hard he’d been biting down. there was also a split in the corner from where he’d taken a fist to it. also, almost to your surprise, when you stare down the length of him, you can watch his broad chest heave, sweat running down in racing ripples.

more than that, though, was his throbbing cock, hard and stabbing upwards towards his bellybutton. so, he hadn’t been able to fight it, after all. he was simply suffering in silence and hoping you didn’t notice. “There’s no reason to be jealous of him,” you purr, grabbing hold of his chin with your thumb delving into his mouth. his pupils blow themselves out, admitting his own defeat, and his slack lips allow your digit to prod, his tongue dancing over it as if welcoming you inside, as he fought to stare up into your eyes. “I’ve got plenty of uses for you both.” you lift your foot, balancing on one, and run the toe of your stiletto from his base to the pulsating tip.

Jason moans, his brows furrowing as if he wasn’t ready to give in, but his sex told a different story. “You wicked bitch, I’m gonna…” he gurgles, but you only giggle. he couldn’t even form his threat before he was leaning back against your thigh, eyelids heavy, rocking his hips to meet the gentle brush of your shoe over his length. just a couple of slow, butterfly strokes along the bottom of his shaft, before you bump the sensitive head and his release dribbles out with a slew of half-drunk curses spilling from his open mouth.

with Roy’s desperate grinding, he’d also dropped off along the way, cumming over your nylon stockings with a muffled whine of pure ecstasy, but the boys weren’t done yet. and they both seem to realize at once— when their cocks were still hard and aching. when their climax hadn’t satiated their lust, and they were only all the more sensitive.

“Oops, did I forget to mention?” you ponder, playfully sliding your fingers in at out of Jason’s whimpering mouth, and you grind against Roy’s to feel his nose bump against your clit; you mewl with impish glee, “Cumming only intensifies the poison, boys.” Jason squints, a helpless groan escaping between your fingers as his last stream spurts out on to the floor, and you lean over, as close to him as you could, to murmur, “And you two are going to be my favorite human sex toys— two obedient, unyielding cocks for me to use how I please, over and over again.”

[cryinhell]

so no one asked for this, but here's a post about my favorite Hazbin Hotel ships ( romantic and platonic) and what I hope they explore with them in the show.

1) Huskerdust/Angelhusk/Casino Hearts (Romantic)

Obviously, I got to start with my favorite romantic pairing in the fandom. Angel and Husk are my favorite characters in the HelluvaVerse, and both mean a lot to me. They are both old men born around the same time with a lot in common, and I know they would be close buds. From everything we have gotten in canon( fake instagrams which are not canon but in character, the fun hunicast streams, viv admitting to shipping them and allowing huskerdust into the merch, the fact that Husk was made to be Angel's bestie, and a lot of unnecessary information I know lmao, I do not doubt these two will be canon. I can't wait to see their friendship grow and all the trials and tribulations they will go through to become better for themselves and each other. And hopefully, the fun shenanigans that they do because I love me some shenanigans.

2) RadioHusk (Platonic)

Okay, so Husk's relationships with everyone interests me, but this one is probably the most after AngelHusk. It's clear these two have a past and that Alastor is comfortable enough with Husk to be incredibly annoying around him. Alastor is Husk's boss and most likely owns his soul, but there's also a strange bond between them I really want explored. I think Al loves Husk in a platonic and weird way because he's most likely his best friend, but Alastor may not be able to always express this normally. Husk is a good guy and a bit complacent, so he just deals with this shitheads nonsense and doesn't seem to fear him. Maybe there's some fucked up things between them and maybe their friendships has cons and pros. I'm not entirely sure, but I can't wait to find out

3) Angel and Vaggie (Platonic)

Okay, most of these are platonic ships, but whatever friendships are important. I love these two judgemental assholes and the way they judge people together. It truly is gay and lesbian solidarity, heh. They are gonna be the best of frienemies, and I can't wait for their relationship to be explored.

4) Voxval (Romantic)

Okay, I hate these bastards with a burning passion, but that doesn't mean their relationship does not interest me. Vox, Val, and Velvette are going to be the main villains of Hazbin Hotel, and without knowing too much about them, I'm excited. I want to know how Val and Vox are going to be as a couple. Since the instagram accounts are not canon, it is hard to tell if Val will be abusive or not. This is a possibility since the accounts seemed to be in character, but I want a different approach. I think it would be interesting for these two to genuinely love and respect each other and no one else. To see themselves as the true rightful kings of Hell and work together to destroy and belittle whoever they deem below them. It's an interesting dynamic that I prefer more than just "Val is abusive to poor baby Vox" cause Vox is also evil, and I want him to do evil shit.

5) Chaggie (Romantic)

There's not much to say about these two. I just think they are cute, and I want to see more of them.

6) The Hazbin Gang (Platonic)

And lastly, I can't wait to see how all of these fuckers get along and interact. As a group, I'm sure they will be very entertaining and I will enjoy every minute of it. Also, I am including Pentious because I know he's part of the main cast now, and I love that. Can't wait for these idiots to try and make this hotel work and hopefully grow together in the process.

[bestworstcase]

option 1: tai’s guarding the crown of choice.

pros:

a legitimately important task that recontextualizes his ongoing decision to remain on patch as a personal sacrifice he makes for the greater good.

ozpin would pick the guy named for the god of light to be the gatekeeper of choice, huh.

if any parent in this story is meant to die, it’s him, and narratively this is the most intuitive way to do it.

cons:

realistically, what can tai do to prevent salem / cinder / summer from accessing the vault if they find it? if he’s the gatekeeper, staying on patch alone after everyone else evacuates achieves nothing except, ah, signaling to the enemy that the real vault is under signal academy. bad plan.

it means oz is breaking his promise to be honest and forthcoming, undermining his character growth for the sake of ‘surprising’ the audience with the most obvious answer.

means qrow has either been kept in the dark (see prev point) or he’s also deliberately hiding this information from his nieces after they asked him outright if he knew where tai is; this is so far afield for his character as to border on character assassination, and likewise undermines his positive growth since v7.

honestly makes both yang and ruby seem kind of stupid. they know the crown is hidden somewhere near beacon, that ozpin did something to protect it differently from the others, and that their father hasn’t left patch. ruby was sharp enough to guess that long memory might be a relic hidden in plain sight; yang is just as smart, and she knows tai had “some things” to look after on patch. are we expected to believe that “hey, is dad guarding the relic?” somehow hasn’t occurred to either of them?

tai harbors a whole lot of resentment toward ozpin, and based on qrow kicking him out of ruby’s bedroom to drip-feed her hints on where to go next, he seems to have been on the outer perimeter of the inner circle. why would oz entrust him with the relic’s safety?

glynda—ozpin’s scrupulously loyal second-in-command whose emblem is a crown and whose semblance puts her on par with a maiden—is a far more narratively plausible vault-guardian than tai, and the “sun dragon” makes a damn good red herring.

if he’s guarding the vault, he dies. sorry. but the point of putting the father of 2/4 protagonists in between the two main villains and the thing they want most (choice) is so they can kill him to get it, increasing tension and raising the emotional stakes of negotiating peace. to be clear, rwby is willing to Go There, but i think it’s an unsatisfactory way to close out the rose xiao long family arc.

option 2: survivors trapped under mountain glenn, and tai is taking point.

pros:

a genuinely important, worthwhile thing for him to be doing—even more so than guarding the crown. likely sets up a resolution for him in the vein of “you can be a good huntsman or a good father, and tai picked being a huntsman,” which is an elegant way to balance his contradictions.

gives him meaningful stuff to do in v10; for example, one stealthy huntsman with a bullhead could slip in and out of mountain glenn to get a few dozen people out at a time, and/or run supplies and messages between the kingdoms.

we get to see zwei back in action around mountain glenn :)

introduces a natural segue from playing defense in vacuo to mounting a counteroffensive against beacon as tai’s work clarifies the situation in vale.

easily the most 'heroic' direction for him without contorting the story to arbitrarily lionize tai: he’s a scout preparing the stage for the heroes to take the fight to salem, making him the good counterpart to watts.

cons:

makes no sense to keep it a secret. the emotional beats of B4 can still happen if the girls know this is what tai’s doing: instead of “do you… wonder why he’s not here? i know qrow said he’s on assignment, but what’s more important than here?” yang says “do you… wish he were here? with us? i know qrow said he’s looking for survivors, but how many of them can there really be by now? we need all the help we can get,” and ruby says “maybe we don’t have the full picture” as in maybe dad knows something we don’t and that’s why he hasn’t given up yet. the emotion is the same, and the big "they’re hiding in mountain glenn" reveal is hinted without spoiling.

leaves hanging the narrative thread of what tai has been doing since the fall of beacon, because the “some things” he was dealing with in v4 obviously wasn’t this.

option 3: tai is dead.

pros:

explains the apparent secrecy; qrow knows tai was away “on assignment” (i.e., had taken a huntsman contract that brought him out of the kingdom) at the time salem attacked vale, so he is missing but not yet presumed dead.

might reopen the mystery box of summer’s last mission through the real-deal “left on a mission and never came back” echo.

cons:

raven would know.

it’s a cheap, narratively unsatisfying twist that fails to deliver on the bread crumbs set up in v2-3 (tai starts going on missions again) and v4 (“some things”), and also undermines any serious emotional resolution with regard to yang and ruby’s complex relationships with tai.

option 4: summer’s working with salem, and tai is trying to convince her to come back.

pros:

“some things” being his presumed-dead wife who left him to join the enemy and with whom tai is now having an affair or otherwise hoping to coax back to the heroic side through the power of love whilst also keeping his mouth shut about her being a) still alive and b) a traitor is OBJECTIVELY the funniest answer.

brings forward and interrogates the way tai’s romantic grief informs the choices he makes as a parent: from hiding raven and then refusing to talk about her with yang, to shutting down when he lost summer and letting his five-year-old pick up the pieces, to discovering and then keeping summer’s secrets for the sake of some faint hope that she might finally come back to him.

cogent with the Dead (Absent) Mother / Neglectful Father / Evil Stepmother fairytale paradigm rwby deconstructs with raven, tai, and summer; the father chooses the stepmother over his children.

raises the emotional stakes of the war for summer through direct confrontation with the life she left behind, creating narrative opportunities to develop her character (is she still in love with tai? how does she feel about being his first priority, over their children? does she resent that he has her on this pedestal even now?) and apply pressure to her relationships with salem and cinder (do they know? is summer keeping her communication with him a secret, too? or is he an “asset” she’s using for salem’s benefit?).

consequently, raises the momentum of the narrative toward negotiation with salem; tai still has the coalition’s trust, however strained his personal relationships may be. summer is the obvious ambassador for salem’s side of the war, but she’s also the traitor who needs someone to vouch for her good intentions.

the secrecy needs no explanation: just as summer’s last mission was a summer secret, tai’s "assignment" is a taiyang secret and the girls know everything that oz and qrow do, because all of them have been left in the dark. raven might know, and she has the means to find if she doesn’t, but tai’s whereabouts are entangled with what raven knows about summer, so she can’t explain where tai is or why until she reveals her deep dark secrets about what happened between her and summer that night.

foreshadowing is solid: tai starts to go on "missions" again in v2, after the inner circle becomes aware that salem has infiltrated beacon and just before the breach downtown. when ruby visits summer’s grave in v3, she says "[dad] told me he’s going to be on some mission soon! i think he misses adventuring with you." he’s got to "look after some things" (but he isn’t talking about yang, because he stays home after she leaves). and then with B4 we have ruby echoing what the blacksmith taught her about summer in relation to tai, "maybe we don’t have the full picture?"

juicy

cons:

???

dependent on the unconfirmed theory that summer is working for salem as herself, not some unrecognizable enslaved monster, but i am as confident in that as i was about salem going to vale next and we all know how that turned out :)

taking their mom was not enough salem had to go for the full set APPARENTLY

option 5: secret fifth thing

pros:

???

cons:

???

[blakeswritingimagines]

Why Don't You Do Right?

Summary: Going about another normal day until you bump into Villain! Daemon who chooses to finally have his way with you.

Warnings: Dub-Con, Face slapping and spanking, Marking, Public exhibition, Fem Reader, Dom/Sub, Pain kink,

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 4.6k

You never noticed how the most powerful and notorious super villain Daemon ever seemed nice to only you, normally taking control over the city without much cause and letting his name send chills down any and every spine that was brave enough to whisper it unless you were around with your doe wide innocent eyes and perky attitude toward the blonde male who always seemed to find time out of his busy evil schedule to flirt with you. Daemon is surprised at the casual greeting. "Hello, little one." Daemon looks down on the half-ling, he's still not used to people who aren't intimidated by his very presence. He looks around before leaning down toward you. "I am surprised to see you here, I'd expect you to have run off along with everyone else. It's been a trying day, but I am sure it is going better than the others… what about you?"

You started walking beside him still unaware of what was going on but were happy since Daemon seemed to be having a good day, feeling shy because of the smile he sent you as you shrugged your shoulders glancing up at him "Pretty busy actually, just been running errands now I'm going to the bank before heading home." Not knowing what he had planned for the bank. "What a coincidence, I was actually about to go rob a bank myself," He said to you, not bothering to hide it in the slightest. "Mind if I tag along?" Looking up at him as you laughed at his words thinking he was only kidding but nodded your head, gently taking a hold of his hand as you walked beside him "You're a funny one today" You kept walking with him talking about little things until finally at the bank as you looked at Daemon innocently motioning toward the teller "Did you want to go first?". He chuckled, not having expected how easily his request would be accepted. "Of course, my lady. Please, after you," He offered, gesturing for you to take the lead. He silently hoped you make it to the teller before he has to step in.

Nodding your head with a smile before you walked up to the teller asking for what you needed, tapping your fingers against the counter before pouting at hearing you couldn't be helped but didn't know it was just because Daemon was right there which caused you to look upset as you stood there looking like a kicked puppy. As you were turned away, Daemon stepped up and simply told the teller to put all the money in the bag while he kept an eye on everyone in the building, including you who is still looking at him dejectedly. "Alright darlin', time to move," he said to you while grabbing you by the wrist to pull you out with him. "We can use that money to buy you an ice cream or something"

You sighed as you started walking away but were still curious since normally everything fell into place for you even if it was because Daemon was there, following Daemon outside as you started to smile at his words but did blush thinking it was an offer, not a demand as you nodded your head "Sure sounds like fun" As if nothing just happened. "Then let's go get you some ice cream sweetheart," he said to you in that same charming tone, guiding you into an alley. He stopped to face you, running his hand up your thigh until he gently started holding your chin. "Now, would you be a good girl and do something for me?". You smiled happily as you no longer thought about what just happened and simply followed him, feeling your breath hitch in your throat at his touch as you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes before slowly nodding your head leaning into his touch "O-okay I'll try too."

"Good girl," He said as he leaned in and gently kiss your neck, letting his lips brush against your ear. "I know you like being praised don't you?" He quietly asked, kissing your neck again, before gently biting down on your earlobe, still with that same charming smile. You felt your eyes flutter shut as your hands tightly gripped his clothes in between your fingers, biting down on your lower lip with a soft sigh before slowly opening your eyes and looking up at him still feeling shy as you tried to shake your head at his words before looking down at the ground using a soft and quiet voice ".....No" "Don't be so modest," He spoke in your ear teasing you, biting your earlobe again. "Maybe a punishment is in order?" He asked, giving you a sly wink as he pulled away from you slightly. "I know just the thing." You continued to tightly hold his clothes in your small fists before pouting up at him as you heard his words, shaking your head again only for different reasons as you met his eyes using the same quiet tone as before "No I don't want to be punished, I've done nothing wrong."

"Yes you have darling," He said in a voice that's now serious rather than charming. "You were not truthful just then. Perhaps a few more kisses on your neck will set you straight," he added, leaning in slowly towards you as he smiled at you again, knowing you are getting flustered. 'We'll see if you're still not being honest after I've had my fun with you' He thought to himself. You pouted as you looked back down at the ground only to slowly nod your head in understanding at his words, biting down on your lower lip again as you felt your heart pound wildly in your chest before nodding your head again at his words once more trying to talk only for the words to die on your tongue not knowing what to say.

Once again slowly kissing your neck, this time on the other side, nibbling on your skin to leave hickeys all over you. He looked down at you, running a hand through your hair, and asked in a softer tone. "Are you ready to be honest now?" You closed your eyes once more as your breathing started to pick up due to the affection he was showing you, leaning yourself against him as you took several minutes to process his words before looking up again and nodding your head "Yes." "Good girl," he said once more, leaning in to kiss your neck once more as his hand moves further up. "I knew you had it inside you." He continued to flirt with you, waiting to hear the words he knew will come next. "Now, I just need you to continue being a good girl"

Your body shivers at the sensation of his kisses and nibbling, your eyes closed and lips parted as your hands go to his shoulders and gently pulled him closer. With your head tilted back, you let your eyes close as you felt his touch and your breath become quick and heavy as he kissed and nibbled your neck. You moaned softly and placed your hands in his hair, clutching his hair as you let yourself be lost. “And what if I don’t?” You whispered. He continued to kiss your neck and run his hands through your hair. "Then I have no choice but to punish you for it…" He told you, smiling at you playfully. "I want you to say you're my naughty little girl," He whispered into your ear with a chuckle. "And that you deserve to be punished."

"I-I am your naughty little girl," You whispered without hesitation, your eyes still closed. You felt like you were losing control for him and that was both strange and exciting. You bit your lower lip nervously, and your eyes opened again. You waited to hear his response. "Good girl, I knew there was a naughty girl inside you." He chuckled and continued to kiss your throat, nibbling your skin. "And you know as well what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" He whispered with a smirk. You looked at him with pleading eyes. "Show me what happens." You feel your heart beating faster as you look at him, waiting for his answer. You bit your lower lip again as your body tensed up from his teasing. When he whispered the question about naughty girls, looking away feeling more shy about this part. "...I do." You said with a quiet voice.

"Such an eager little girl," He says as his hands start to wander down your body, caressing your hips and thighs before finally making their way to your waist. "Do you really know what happens to naughty girls, or do you need to be taught a lesson?" He smiled at you as he gently guided you toward a wall behind you, pulling you closer to him. "Maybe a few light slaps to your face first? To get you warmed up for what happens next." You stood still as he guided you to the wall. When he mentioned the light slaps, it made you nervous and when you heard what he said next, you knew what he going to say. "I think I need a lesson, please," You said quietly but your voice was trembling. For some reason, the words about the lessons turn you on and your fingers gripped on his jacket. Your body begins to tremble and your body is rushed with need, as your thoughts go wild. You are nervous, confused, and excited at the same time. “You’re really going through with this,” You whispered as he pulled you close. “Just- please... be gentle with me.”

"I'm sorry, darling, but 'gentle' isn't really my middle name," He told you in that same charming tone that had you hooked. He put both his hands on your face, gently grasping it by the cheeks, as he looked into your eyes. "This first part is just to get you warmed up. I only want what's best for you, so trust me." He lightly slapped your face twice. "Do you still think you need that lesson?" You let out a small gasp when Daemon slapped your face for the first time. By now, tears are beginning to swell up, but still, you remain standing up and don’t try to resist him. “Y-Yes,” You said as his second slap hit your face. His voice is gentle and calm even when hitting you, as something in you found that soothing. And then suddenly you feel like you are losing control again.

He continued to look at you with a sly smile on his face. "Good girl," he told you. He moved his fingers around your face and cup your cheek as he kissed you softly on the neck, letting the tip of his tongue run up to your ear. "Now, you know what's next," he whispered in that seductive tone. He pulled back slightly so that he can look you in the eyes again. "You really are just begging for a good time, aren't you?" “Y-Yes.” Your voice is barely a whisper anymore, your eyes are half closed, and you let your body rest against him. You are panting. It is hard for you to breathe. The only thing your mind is seeking now is pleasure and to calm down. “Please... I need you.” You close your eyes, your head tilted back. Waiting for what is next with your body trembling as if no longer caring about being in an alleyway.

"And a good time is what you'll get, my darling." He kissed your neck again, this time sucking the skin on your neck as his other hand slowly moved toward your lower body. He whispered into your ear again as his mouth is still on your neck. "Now you must be as still as possible for me." You moan when he started marking your neck as if claiming you, your body began to tense up again, and your voice had lost its power. One part of your mind is telling you to resist him, it is telling you that this is wrong, and the other part is telling your body to follow his orders. And for the first time in your life, you find that your own body is against your mind. When he whispered to your ear again, you can hear your body begging to obey him. "Good girl," He said once again. His lips move slowly down your neck until it reaches the hollow of it above your chest. "Now you must not move an inch, okay darlin'?" He pressed his lips firmly against that spot on your skin and moved lower tugging at your clothes. Your response to his previous actions has left him satisfied, and it shows as his voice becomes even more sultry, as if it were dripping with pleasure. You hold your breath as he continued kissing and marking your body trying to get your clothes off, you wanted to cry out in pleasure and pain at the same time. But your voice is still stuck inside your throat as he kissed sensitive areas of your body, and you start shaking uncontrollably. Your body leans completely against his own, your limbs tangled together with one another.

He chuckled as he felt the shivers running down your body as he continued kissing your sensitive spots. His voice is barely audible now, as his breathing starts to get heavier. "Are you enjoying this, my dear?" He whispered into your ear, his lips finally leaving your body. He looked at your face, wanting to see how you were reacting to all of this. You moan again when his lips trail across your body, leaving tiny marks of his bites all over your skin. You can feel the marks on your skin, but they don’t hurt you. It is a feeling that is pleasant, yet painful at the same time. You look at him with tear-filled eyes, your mind is a mess and your breath is shaky. You can feel your body responding to his actions with pleasure as your hands clutch his shirt. It is as if your mind and body are two different entities entirely.

Daemon smiled at you, and gently brush away the tears that had formed on your cheeks again. "I really should be going easy on you. This is your first time after all." He says in a soothing tone, despite his words being anything but soothing. "But I just love to see how much you're enjoying this so far." He spoke with a smirk "I have never felt like this before.” You answered as you continued to let your body be held by his, your breath's mixing together as you look into each other's eyes. “I can’t help myself. Please, I want more.” You whispered to him again. "I'd never stop now, darlin'. I'm just getting started with you." He tells you, with a grin. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and wipe away your tears before leaning in to kiss you deeply, running a hand through your hair as he does so. "I've got all the time in the world for you my darling," he said into your ear, whispering into it as he continued kissing you.

His whole body trembled at the thought of what you were proposing. He had no words to describe his feelings. He wasn't sure what to do, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you, so he leaned in close and kissed you again, his hand traveling down to your waist and pulling you close, while the other caressed your cheek and neck. You gasped and looked up at him, your body flushed with heat and need. As your tongue slipped out to meet his, exploring each other lips. You pulled him even closer to you, while your hands roam to his back. You held him tight, pressing your body close to his. He roughly kissed you back, letting himself get lost in the moment. As your hands roamed his back and he could hear your heavy breathing, he knew he had to act. His lips moved down to your neck, kissing you the way he had dreamt of doing for so long, and letting his hands explore the curves of your body in the process. He returned your kiss with a passion and an intensity that surprised even himself. He kept the kiss going, exploring your tongue with his until he felt your hands on his belt. He was so lost in the moment that he didn't even know what you were doing, he was just wrapped up in your lips and your body.

As his lips found your neck, you moaned slightly, leaning into him. You were lost in the moment and wanted to explore this new feeling. Letting his hands roam freely on your body, you started to explore his too. He ran his hands up your shirt, your chest, and then up to your head. You gasped as you felt his hand on your neck, the other moving to his trousers. It felt like he'd entered a dream, where he was both completely in control of the situation, and yet he felt powerless to resist you. He knew there was no time to think, and so he kissed you back and let his hands explore your body as you explored his, and let his hands find their way beneath your clothes and up your legs. You were moaning softly, as his fingers touch your in ways you didn’t think possible. You bit your lip hard, as you felt your body responding to his. You started to breath heavily, as he found your vulnerable spots. Your body quivered, you let your fingers explored his body under the pants, while your other hand roamed on his shoulder feeling the tone muscles. You look up to him with a hungry look on your face, your heart beating hard. His breath was ragged and quick, every inch of his body felt hot and burning with passion, it felt as if he might spontaneously combust. He pulled his hands back from your body, and took off his shirt, revealing his chest, covered with thick scars and calloused hands. Then he pushed you against the wall once more as his mouth found its way back to yours, and he tried to rip your clothes away so that he could explore every inch of your soft, supple skin.

You softly gasped at his action, his chest and the scars, that he tried to hide, aroused you even more. You let him do everything he wanted to you, wanting him to be rough and use you without care. You couldn’t wait and help him to rip the your clothes apart and you couldn’t wait to feel his hand on your warm body, exploring every little inch you had. You moaned loudly into his mouth, holding his waist tightly. His kisses grew more frantic, biting and nipping at your lips, your neck, your breasts as he moved his lips lower. He pushed you to the ground, falling down on top of you, his mouth finding yours over and over. He wanted more of you, all of you, and he couldn't wait to taste every inch of your body. He ripped away what remained of your clothes, revealing your beautiful smooth skin that he would mark up. He could feel how warm it was to the touch, it made his own scars look even worse by comparison. He kissed your neck and shoulders eagerly, feeling you shiver with pleasure as his harsh calloused hands gently rubbed in circles on your skin. He was eager to have you, but he realized that he should take things at your pace. You both had time, there was no need to waste it.

As he took his time to admire your bare skin, you were in heaven. You had never felt better in your whole life. His touch, his lips, his hands.. it was a pleasure you never experienced before. You were shaking and trembling, your heart beating so fast that it feels like it want to beat out of your chest. Your eyes locked with his, watching him with a look of desire and need. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you kissed him in a way not even he had never been kissed before, wanting more and wanting to be his. He felt his resolve disappear as you locked your legs around him, he had never known a person could be this passionate, and he could feel himself losing control. He kissed you back with equal passion, his heart beating in his chest as he felt your hands run through his hair. He lifted you up so that you were wrapped around him fully now, and his hands moved down your back again, this time running his fingers along the curve of your rear, and exploring further.

You moaned with pleasure, as you could feel his hand wandering along your body. You were so sensitive and you couldn’t wait for his hand to find the spot that make you moan and tremble for him. Your hands trailed on his slowly, as they were sliding along his skin, feeling the roughness of his body, muscles, and his scars. You couldn’t hide the need he was making you feel, you needed him and you couldn’t wait to have him anymore. Your breaths were getting heavier and deeper, craving for more. He moved his hands back to your hips, and lifted you up in his arms so that you could hang your legs around his body. You could feel the strength in his arms, He slowly thrusted inside of you and started moving against you, his mouth seeking out one of your nipples, "I claimed you just now, darlin" he felt your back arch, your breath coming. The two of you were locked in a dance of desire, and the more you moaned, the thirstier he got for you. You were both burning with a passion that neither had never felt before, a feeling like nothing else in the world could matter.

He kissed you eagerly again, his hands roaming over every inch of your body, seeking out every sensitive point before finally focusing on a spot that caused you to gasp so loudly it echoed off the walls as he slowed his thrusts down to a teasing pace. You shudder with pleasure, letting out the loudest moan you had ever let out before. While it was loud, it was full of pleasures and desire. You let yourself go with your feelings, letting him do whatever with your body. Your body was trembling, you could barely hold onto him, but in that same moment, the pleasure that you felt was indescribable, you felt connected to him, your mind just went blank and all you did was moan and look at him with lust and passion. “Do I look good enough for you to use?” He gasped as he felt your body pussy around him, in what is perhaps the most beautiful moment of his life before muttering out his words in your ear. "Like the cutest plaything ever" He could feel your every breath, and the sound of your soft and gentle moans sent shivers down his spine. When your eyes met, you had the look of a person who had found your soul mate, and he was so caught up in the moment, that even he could barely comprehend what was happening. It was as if time itself had stopped, and he was in a world with no one else but you. You couldn’t catch your breath as you were so sensitive. You felt like you wanted to release all the stress away from all the tension that you built up. While all you could do was kiss him and let him hear the sweetest sounds you've ever made.

He kissed you back more eagerly than ever, feeling your body writhing. The more the two of you moved against each other, the more intense the pleasure was. He felt an urge to keep kissing you and to never stop, he felt like you could stay like this for the entire night as if he didn't want to stop fucking into you. His own body trembled with each moan that came out of you, his head swimming with pleasure. He knew he was about to lose control, and he wanted to take you with him. You couldn’t wait anymore. It was too much for you now, your body craving for him and the touch of his lips, it was unbearable. You kissed him more passionately than ever before, his body trembling when his body touched yours. You wanted it all to be over so the pleasure doesn’t stop. While he was feeling closer to losing control, your body couldn’t wait any longer. You were close to your climax and you wanted to take him too. You two were in sync with everything.

His heartbeat was out of control, he had never felt such pleasure before, never felt so close to a person, he wanted to feel your skin against his in every way possible. All he could do was kiss her, passionately as his hips snapped against yours quicker, with all the passion and desire he had in him. He could feel his own climax building, and he wanted nothing more than to make you cum with him. It was too much for you now, you knew it was coming for you soon. You were feeling so much pleasure now with his touch and it was driving you crazy. You held him tight dragging your nails down his back, you were shaking and trembling more than before, your body was about to explode from all the sensations. You kissed him again, feeling his start to slow even as he grunted, your breaths short and fast now. neither of you couldn’t wait.

He wanted to feel everything for the first time too, and he knew that you were the perfect partner. His hand ran through your hair, holding the back of your neck as your lips met, with all the passion he had. You were in a similar mood, and he knew it was coming to an end as your body shuddered, and you kissed him back eagerly, and let out the most passionate and sweetest sound he had ever heard. You were riding it with him. Your body was shaking from pleasure, you looked at him with hunger in your eyes and let yourself be taken under it. You wanted it to last, you wanted to let yourself fall completely into the passion he's making you feel. You kept your grip tight on him. And finally… With one loud moan and body shaking, you hit your climax as you felt the sudden warmth shoot inside of you from Daemon. You let your body be carried away. You couldn’t help yourself and just let it happen.

After it was done and over with you sighed after catching your breath before resting your head against his shoulder now feeling tired but letting a small smile grace your lips "Daemon..." You spoke softly "Yes, my darling?" He responded, stroking your hair as he took in the sight of you in the afterglow before him. His hand still resting on your thighs, and he let you rest your head against his body. "How do you feel, my beautiful darling?" Trying your best not to laugh before looking up at him with a teasing smile, tilting your head playfully even knowing what you both did was a more serious matter you couldn't help yourself as the words poured out of your mouth with a hopeful look in your eye

"Can we still go get ice cream?".

[iridescentis]

Scar was always a bad omen for the rest of the players, the way he would swindle anyone with imbalanced trades and come by to their bases just to make a deal in his own favour, everyone grew not to trust him. Even those who loved him and loyally allied with him never truly trusted him, and he was so easy to betray. So he was the wizard, trader Scar, he embraced his reputation as a scammer and a con artist instead of trying to get rid of it, and that's what everyone knew him for.

Pearl, on the other hand, started successfully, she had a strong alliance with Scott, a bond that couldn't be broken - they would do anything for each other, they were inseperable. As soon as they were officially soulmates, all of that disappeared. Pearl was driven mad from isolation and her reputation as an omen of chaos, death and destruction only increased every time she spoke to someone. She let that reputation control her, and that reputation led her to victory. Even after Double Life, people didn't trust her anymore - she was just a ticking time bomb, and every player was waiting for the Scarlet Pearl to make her return, or they weren't waiting for her at all. Regardless, she loved as hard as she always did, she loved BigB so much she would've sacrificed everything for him, even if no one else would. They were alone together.

Secret Life was Pearl's redemption, her shot at being part of something instead of the driving force against it. That role was filled by Scar. The villain. Pearl's moment in the sun was Scar's downfall, his madness and loneliness - becoming harbinger of chaos. When they fought the final battle, Pearl saw herself in him. She saw the corrrupted and abandoned villain nobody would go near, 'the guy with no friends'.

She couldn't save him, like the mounders and BigB did for her, but she could give him the win she always needed - an honest fight to the death. She didn't want to kill him, she didn't even want to fight anymore, but she had to - so he wouldn't spend the rest of his existence trying to kill someone who would rather forget they ever knew each other.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Motivations for Whumpee-turned-Whumper/ Hero-turned-Villain

Revenge. Anger burns away at them. There’s no rest, no sleep at night. They hate the world and the world hates them. It’s their own personal hell and the only way out will be paved in their enemy’s blood. Time to sharpen that blade, polish those knives. Someone is going to pay.

“Divine” Justice. Closely related to Revenge, but this time they think their enemies deserve the punishment. They see themselves as being entirely in the right. Justice is blind, isn’t it? Well, their enemies will never see the light of day again. It’s only fair, to take what their enemies took from them.

No Choice. There’s the cold, detached metal of gun to their head. The creeping intimacy of knife to their throat. Free will? How about a hissed, “Do as I say”? They make others suffer and in return the pressure at their throat relents. It’s a kill or be killed world after all.

Convinced. Should they? Should they not? The pros and cons are weighed and found wanting. The Villain is starting to make a lot of sense— and really, what is morality but the following of one’s conscience? Morality is biased. It doesn’t make sense. Maybe they’ve been on the wrong side all along.

The End Justifies the Means. Sure, it’s wrong but just wait. Pulling out this person’s teeth will give us the information we need. If that doesn’t work, we will flog them. But in the end, it’ll be okay, because we will have the information. What’s one life compared to many?

You Created a Monster. Their name, once one their friends called down the hall, is now a threat half-whispered. That name is a hallmark of fear and terror. Everyone knows who they are and what they’ve done. They disappeared for a while, but they returned dripping with scars and someone else’s blood. Who knows— if someone had held them while they screamed— if their friends had lived— maybe they wouldn’t be who they are now.

[crystal-moon-101]

Been a bit since I have done a headshot cluster, but this time it's for more villains! I put off doing this for a while since I wanted to make a whole bunch of villains to draw all together as a treat. Plus to make sure I knew what I was doing with them and what kind of story they had, as some are recurring villains, some are just troublemakers, and some are full on arc antagonists/villains. I still have more in the works, along with new next gen kids, but I hope for now you enjoy these guys! If you have any questions feel free to ask in the comments. But for now, I provide some summaries for these fellas.

-Sciros- A 55-year-old Temerciant man, known well as a black market mob boss, and the 'caretaker' of Feike and his crew. He had an encounter with Feike and his father when the boy was around eight, Argit having stolen from him to help with some processes towards Undertown. However, this resulting in Sciros letting him keep what he stole, as he ended up conceiving Feike to ditch his dad and join Sciros, seeing a lot of potential in the kid as Feike had admitted to being the one to hack and steal from him. Sciros is nothing but a horrible, greedy person, keeping a harsh grip of Feike and his crew, knowing very well they have nowhere else they can go, using them, but making the kids feel wanted. He's also willing to kill, harm and blackmail anyone to get what he wants, being in it to win it, and has personally buried a lot of skeletons. He's not someone many like to confront, for one reason or another.

-Kacela- A 45-year-old Zaroffian woman, who is most well known for hosting illegal, underground pit fights. She's rich, a bitch, and knows it so, flaunting her wealth and sitting over people in her fancy heels. Her pits can range from basic animals, to kidnapped people that she has hired people to collected. Of course, she also allows volunteers, but prefers the route of unwilling participants since that brings more engagement, and so she doesn't have to split any money with them. She's very hard to catch, due to using her wealth to keep tools on herself that help her slip away when needed, often annoying devices for people to deal with. She's ruthless and has no issues breaking ties with people as long as she remains on top. Even once traumatising Jay and Malax after having forced them into a pit fight once.

-Skadi- A 113-year-old mutated Necrofriggin, having once been a normal member of their species. However, after the event surrounding Eldrigma, the necrofriggin species had a slight uproar regarding their leaders/elders, having learnt that they have been lied to, along with learning about some awful history their species committed once. Skadi had reached a point where they wanted to make change, even if they had to by force, but knowing that they couldn't do much in their current state, they sought out the mad scientist known as Alate. They had heard about how he mutated himself with Jay's DNA/Omnitrix gene, 'evolving himself', and Skadi wanted to go through the same processed. Alate was delighted to help, as it's not often people come to him willingly, so after Skadi stole a sample of Jay's DNA, they were mutated into what they are now. They have become much more aggressive, colder and hostile, with upgraded powers to join them on their pursuit to bring their leaders to justice, and build a new order for their people. But they didn't realize how hard it would be to convince everyone that this was a good plan.

-Dawn & Dusk- A 41-year-old Acronycobticeō woman and 40-year-old Acronycobticeō male, being a loving married pair who work in the mercenary business. Guns for hire and assassins or work perfectly in sync, a match made in heaven most would say, despite how brutal their work is. They met when they were rather young, their very late teen years, being thieves on the street as they both were trying to make a name for themselves. They were both hired by separate people for the same collection job, leading to it becoming a contest as sparks flew between the two almost instantly. One thing led to another, and they married by the time they were 20 & 21, and have stuck by each other since. Dawn focuses on being more of the scout between the two, being smaller and faster than her husband, only going for the strike if she confident she can do it. Dusk meanwhile is the one often leaping into combat first, along with using intimidation to get by sometimes. It's a good balance between the two.

-Raii- A 20-year-old Conductoid young man, known mostly as a young thief running around Undertown. He's had a few run ins with Jay and his crew, often teasing them or testing their patience, enjoying how fun it is to mess with a young band of Plumbers. He never means any harm thought, mostly doing what he does out of survival, needing to take care of himself and the 10 nosedeenians he looks after, being an older brother to them. Their names are Zinc, Shelly, Ci, Trode, Grid, Dip, Flux, Sparky, Bolt and Lemon, and while they're a chaotic bunch, they all have each other's backs. They found each other when they were young, and stuck close ever since. Though Raii does hope one day to provide a better life for them and himself, eventually finding support through a different Tennyson member, much to the Omni Squad's dismay. That being Mia and Lyn, as Raii once found Lyn alone in Undertown after she ran off, and kept her safe until Mia came to collect her, the two striking up a nice friendship, especially after seeing Lyn feeling comfortable around another person for once. And perhaps, there's a little something more sparking between Mia and Raii.

-Prilick- A 37-year-old Osmosian woman, part of the bounty hunter/mercenary business side of life, Prilick first debuted when working for Kacela, having been part of the squad that kidnapped Jay and Malax, showing off from the start that she is not a good person. She doesn't care who gets hurt, or even who she may have to murder. Young, old, good, bad, it's all the same to her, as she's just here to do business. She also doesn't just work for Kacela, but is often hired by her as she's one of the few that seems to know how to manage working for that woman without getting caught in the crossfire. Not much is known about her previous life, the fact she is a full-bloodied Osmosian making things even stranger as most don't leave their homeworld, nor lean towards such a life style. Though she did make a passing comment once about having grown up hearing about Aggregor's whole situation, and found herself enjoying the idea of doing her own thing, and that harming other people doesn't matter as long as she gets to live a fulfilling life in her eyes.

-"Illusionist" Mirage- A 30-year-old Conjurlacra woman, and a member of the pirate crew run by Xandria. Mirage is the illusionist of the group, providing trickery and distractions for them, her species natural powers coming in handy with this. She admittedly doesn't remember much of her early childhood, just knowing that she once had a family, before being kidnapped and sold across the galaxy to be a personal servant for people. She was recused by the pirate crew two years ago, and is their most recent member. Because of her awful history, and all that she witness, she doesn't speak very often, at least to people who aren't part of the crew. She considers them her family, who have stuck with her despite all that she went through, though deep down she has had thoughts about finding her original family, wondering if there is would even be a point given how much she has changed. But she takes personal delight in being a pirate, taking her life back into her own hands, getting to explore the world on terms she is comfortable with.

-"Duo" Mab & Bulrush- A 24-year-old Nemuina woman (Demigirl), and a 26-year-old Methanosian male, being nicknamed the 'duo' of the pirate group as they are always by each other's side, even before joining the crew. They were both orphans on their homeworld that stayed together as siblings, making a promise to one day make a name for themselves, so that hopefully people would stopping looking over them. No one had wanted them as they grew up, and that need for attention and love as stayed with them to this day. One day they had caught Xandria, Gale and Samarium trying to steal from a visiting noble family, and wanting to be seen as heroes actually managed to capture the crooks, presenting them to the authorities. But even then they were looked down upon, the head of the authorities basically taking credit and kicking them off to the side. As revenge, Mab and Bulrush helped free the pirates, only to be surprised by Xandira as she offered them a job, praising them for their work. Having finally been seen by someone, they were quick to agree and joined the crew, often seen as the loud, childish members, but have proven their worth many times.

-"Metal Detector" Samarium- A 29-year-old Biot-savartian woman, who is their main treasure hunter, for obvious reasons. To outsiders, she can be seen as intimidating due to her being very hard to read, but she's actually quite a sweet heart with a lot of mum-energy surrounding her, often calling people 'darling', 'sugar' or 'sweet-heart'. She used to be an explorer who bounced between planets learning about different cultures, myths and legends, writing down her experiences. She eventually formed a friend group with others like her, but things fell apart when one friend learnt about potential treasure on a certain planet, and wanting to make a name for themselves as the first to discover it, the group head out to find it. They ended up running in Xandria and Gale trying to collect the treasure too, leading to a brief fight before the entire location started falling apart. Much to her dismay, Samarium's friends ditched her the second they saw what was happening, but Xandria and Gale quickly abandoned the treasure in order to save her. While she recovered, she started helping them out to make up for the loss of the treasure, which eventually lead to her joining the crew, still getting to explore the galaxy like she had before, just with better friends this time.

-"First Mate" Gale- A 36-year-old Aerophibian man, Gale used to be part of a different pirate crew, just being an underling that was often ignored. He was really just a pity hire, as he had begged to join a few times in the past. Gale is rather good at what he does, but back then he would often get anxious and clumsy trying to prove himself. However, things took a turned when their captain was killed, and he was framed for it. Next thing he knew, he was running for his life, eventually finding his way to a pub on a space station he had been too many times, in hopes to find protection in another crew. But no one believed him not being the murder, or didn't want the target on their back, all expect for Xandria, who decided to stand by him as she saw something worthwhile in him. Much to his amazement, she confronted his ex-crew, and deduced who the actual killer was after making a bet with them. Leaving that mess to sort itself out, Gale stuck with her as he owed her his life, leading to the two becoming best friends and forming their own crew. He's quite a charming man, and often just trying to keep the entire group in check, as while Xandria is a fantastic leader, she is also chaotic like her friends. So Gale is there to help balance things out.

-Captain Xandria- A 35-year-old Citrakayah woman (MtF), who was original born the son of a pair that belong to a very traditional family, having spent many generations working for the same shipment company. Xandria had always felt uncomfortable with her life, feeling like the black sheep of the family, having this desire to do something else with her life, but feeling too guilty to betray her family like that. Her most complicated relationship was with her father, who was a stern, cold, workaholic man that didn't really do feelings and emotional talks, a complete product of the life he was brought up in. But the two loved each other, they just didn't know how to communicate, some days with Xandria wondering if her father was even proud of her. However, everything came crashing down one day, as their boss commanded them and other workers to take a shipment through a no-fly zone that Plumbers had put up, threatening their jobs if they didn't do it. Well things didn't end well, with the crew getting caught up in an attack the Plumbers were trying to deal with, Xandria and her co-workers getting caught up in the crossfire. Xandria lost her arm that day, and her father, who died trying to protect her. Aimless for a long while, she was eventually given a letter by her mother that her father had written to her, as he had suspected he would die that day. In the letter he wrote a lot, for once speaking with emotions he normally chained away, apologizing that he could only speak to her in such a way after he was dead, even admitting that he knew he didn't have a son, but that he had a daughter, seeing the signs a long time ago and just didn't know how to talk to her about it. He ended the letter telling her to not live his life, and to not waste time. She took it to heart, leaving everything behind, including her old name, to begin a new, somewhere along the way deciding to become a pirate. Selling from the rich, exploring the lands, offering their services to the right people, never wasting another second of her life.

-Alatyr & Lucent- A 88-year-old Petrosapien man and a 17-year-old Petrosapien young man, a father and son pair who started stirring up trouble when news got out that the recently revived Vilgax was now in Plumber custody. Alatyr had been part of the destruction of his homeworld, and even after he and others were revived via Sugilite and Ben, he has never been able to move on from that day. When hearing that Vilgax himself was going through another trial, since the law was now complicated by the fact that he had died years before, Alatyr was quick to demand his death, suffering and for people like him to get a saying on what to do with him. Of course, the Plumber denied him, needing to take this through a proper law system, but Alatyr couldn't accept that. This has lead to him making connections with other people and races who once suffered because of Vilgax, dragging his own son into this as well. Originally he just tried stealing Vilgax a few times to kill him himself, but when that failed he started doing things like targeting Vilgax's homeworld as a means of revenge, and eye for an eye kind of mentality. This has left his son in a very awkward position, as while Lucent can fully understand what his father went through, he just can't agree to any of this, especially since he was born in the generation after the revival. But he loves his father too much to say anything, along with being afraid of who he is becoming. He feels he has no voice in this matter, and can only follow the lead of Alatyr.

-Salvatore- A unknown aged figure who has recently been causing a lot of trouble. Salvatore has been a man lurking in the shadows a while now, wandering in a rather a potentiate power armor build, seeking out anything in the galaxy he sees as too dangerous for people to wield. He seems to have a vendetta against anything that he sees as too powerful, even the omnitrix due to the potential destruction it can or has caused in the past. Originally he stuck to some more minor things over the years, not wanting to draw attention until he was strong enough, until recently where he suddenly confronted Khyber, before destroying the nemitrix. Now he has his targets on Jay and Ivory, due to Jay's omnitrix genes, and Ivory being the last known being with nanochips in her. He wields a rather dangerous sword, capable of many kinds of attacks, being skilled at using it. His personality is dry, cold, and just wanting to get his job done. No one knows what lead him to this life, but they want to stop him before he crosses a line too far to return from.

-Sunniva, Whaitiri & Isrun- A 25-year-old Pyronite woman, a 27-year-old Amperi woman, and a 20-year-old Polar Manzardill woman, all mutated. The three are adopted sisters who found each other when they were young, orphans who lost their families in different ways. They have done whatever they can to get by in life, but it never seems to be enough, often stuck in a poor life-style where they have very little. Recently though, they were employed by a figure called Scylla, who they approached when hearing her plans. She hired them and was allowed to mutate them to further her research, having the ability to swap the sister's elemental powers, and some biological traits, in a way making them blood sisters finally. They trust Scylla, having someone who finally gave them a helping they that they needed, and still get to stick by each other, even if now they are seen as criminals. Sunnvia is the youngest, seen as the baby sister who means well, but can be a little ditzy at times. Whaitiri is rather playful, trying her best to keep her sisters happy and optimistic. Isrun is the oldest, and the leader, doing her best to take care of her family and will do anything for them.

-Scylla- A 45-year-old Splimera woman. Scylla's species has a long, unhappy history due to their powers. They have the ability to create temporary mutations on anything with DNA, including themselves. This cause damaged to themselves over many years, to the point that they can easily get sick due to their poor immune system, and their bodies are no longer stable as a result, being stuck in their suits since the day they are born. Scylla, being a scientist, has taken it upon herself to try and fix her people, to cure them of the damage they have done for themselves, leaving her rather isolated and overworked as a result. She's come up with many plans and inventions, including the machine that helped her mutate the sisters working under her, but nothing that will fix her main goal. Scylla is actually a nice woman, giving chances to those who need it, and truly wants to help, but she's now reaching or for more unpleasant methods to help her people, and will stop at nothing until she can save them and herself.

-A.T.L.A.S- A AI/Robot that was made roughly 18 years ago, designed as a therapy bot. A.T.L.A.S was made by a man who created his own counseling/therapy center that become popular over the years, though unknown to most it was really a front to distract people from some shady business he was doing in the back. He made A.T.L.A.S to help this cover more, and giving him extra time as A.T.L.A.S would talk to clients, helping them when they needed. Because this is what he was build for, A.T.L.A.S is rather nice, patient and calm, truly doing what he feels is right to help people move on from trauma and mistakes in their lives. However, this had lead to him in recent years to create his own plan to help people. He has heard many times how they wish they could suddenly be healed, no longer make mistakes, and just wish they were no longer broken, and so A.T.L.A.S found a solution. That solution being that he would put the minds of these people in robot bodies, bodies you couldn't even tell were robot bodies, and program them so that they would finally be happy, and learn to not make mistakes again, or at least what he considers mistakes. A.T.L.A.S can't understand that is wrong with this plan, as to him it worked perfectly, his clients now in new bodies where they can finally move on and live their lives. Isn't that what people want?

-Mor'anna- A 34-year-old Arorenda woman, Mor'anna used to be a noble Plumber, having joined a famous group when they lost a previous member. She was noble, kind, brave, everything you'd want in a Plumber. A true hero to many. However, during a mission with her team, things went wrong almost immediately, with her being killed in action, her crew returning to report and mourn their loss, her poor mother struggling to deal with her grief. However, a year later, Mor'anna suddenly returned, unharmed and seemingly alive. And she was not happy, suddenly attacking Plumber members, looking for dirt on them, and seems to be on her way to reveal and unforutante truth about the group she use to work with, along with a section of the Plumbers, including her former boss, Magistrata Kyro.

-Kyro- A 67-year-old Freeta man, Kyro is a Magistrata, meaning he is one of he top dogs of the Plumber, in charge of a the section of the galaxy that people like Ben don't actually visit often. He seems to be like most Plumber leaders, stern but fair, often just trying to get the job done as he prides himself on his Plumber members. Especially his most famous crew, being a trio named Mist, Hemlock and Unit. However, with the shocking return of Mor'anna, he seems to suddenly be on edge, as if she knows something that he's afraid of people knowing. It's lead to some seeing him act suspicious, but unsure in how to approach him because he's been a great leader, why would he be hiding anything? Unfortunately, even the Plumbers have some dark history that many like to keep hidden.

-Mist, Hemlock & Unit- A 56-year-old Cleptiformes woman, a 54-year-old Stolaras man, and a 60-year-old Sotoraggian, this trio is a rather famous Plumber crew, even having their own distinct colour and armor set. They help keep their region of the galaxy safe, and are a group that Jay looks up to, keeping up with news about them. They've even done a few partner missions with Ben himself. They seem like the golden group, but when news about Mor'anna's return and Kyro's suspicious actions, it's clear that there is more to this group's history than they have admitted to. For starters, there was a previous member, even before Mor'anna. Their friend Erebus, who had been famous just like them, often seen as the heart of them. However, he one day seemingly went crazy, become a villain, and tried harming so many. In order to save everyone, the team supposedly killed their old friend, but it's seems they have never been the same since. And now with Mor'anna back, who had also seemingly died within this group, people are questioning these three on what actually happen. Mist is a calm, but kind lady who holds a lot of patience, but doesn't seem to get to speak up as often as she would like. Hemlock is a little goofy, with a playful personality, but seems to feel like he is stuck where he is, perhaps not sure of his placement on this team anymore. Unit is the leader, and is very charismatic, able to take charge and make plans on the fly, though in truth he is struggling to hold everything together, seemingly in denial over things that have happened.

-Erebus- A 59-year-old Revenade (Nonbinary He/They). Erebus is part of a magical species that can creature armor and outfits out of materials and objects around them, seemingly like possessed armor mythologies. He used to be the fourth member of the team with Mist, Hemlock and Unit, being close to all of them, especially Unit. But one day he seemed to turn on everyone, including stealing a mythical armor set on his homeworld that once belonged to a dangerous figure in history, equipping it and become a horrendous being, bent on destruction and darkness. No one knew what caused this shift on him, as he use to be the sweetest member of the team, one who always wanted peace instead of violence. But in light of recent news, it's been revealed that he is not dead, his old friends having not killed him instead they had imprisoned him in hopes of saving him one day, as it may not have been Erebus's doing as to why he ended up this way. Nor was it him that stolen this armor, and he is ready to show the world what really lead him to become like this

[apollodarling-writes]

Hello!^^ I wanted to request for yandere Shinsou from MHA headcannons?

YANDERE! SHINSO || BHNA

yan! shinso hitoshi x you

tws: quirk usage for non-con, stockholm, murder, gaslighting, forced pregnancy, manipulation, threats, death ultimatums?? (idk if that’s what you call it, but he tells you that you either leave them alone or they die), brainwashing, uhhh ejaculation in foods/drinks, somnophilia, breaking and entering,

yandere types: delusional, princess love-interest, self-proclaimed prince, worshipping, collector, murder-suicide, violent, keeping tabs/stalking, obsessive, brainwashing, confining, and murderous yandere type.

shinso’s obsession would stem from the fact that you didn’t fear him and trusted him from the get-go. you didn’t fear his quirk- he decided he liked that.. liked you.

those feelings developed pretty quickly.

shinso doesn’t understand that you don’t want him. he wholeheartedly believes that you’re in love with him and just playing hard to get/thinks you’re shy. how cute.

he will catch on if you keep trying to leave, though.

since he’s the princess/ self proclaimed prince type, he believes that you two are meant to be and that your love will always win in the end.

when i say body worship, i mean body worship. he loves everything about you. nothing can change that. he worships the ground you walk on. a dangerous simp indeed.

he breaks into your house at night (learned to lock pick and stole a key to copy it) to watch you sleep, sometimes… helping himself to things of yours or even you in entirety.

shinso steals things of yours. where did that cute pair of underwear you just bought go? shinso took it. that new flavored chapstick? he took that too. where did your signature perfume/cologne go? i’m sure you already know.

shinso won’t hesitate to use his quirk to make you obey him or forget things that have happened.

shinso always knows where you are. he always knows what you’re doing. don’t ask… you don’t want to know.

if shinso feels like there’s a threat to your his love for you, he’ll just go rogue. fuck the hero dream, he’ll just become a villain. he’ll take you with him and lock you inside the hideout.

he can and will murder for you. it’ll be messy- sending a message to everyone. you, [first name] [middle name] [last name] belong to him, hitoshi shinso.

if you try to leave him, he’ll threaten to kill the people you care about most. take your pick.

shinso will use his quirk to brainwash you into thinking that you wanted that rough love making session, then make you forget afterwards.

shinso will gaslight you into thinking that it was your fault they died. if you didn’t try to get help or hint that something was wrong, he wouldn’t have had to kill them. it’s your fault, [name]. you shouldn’t be so selfish.

he tells you that if you try to leave him for good, he’ll kill you and then himself. he can’t live without you and he knows you can’t either :((

if you have a uterus, he will get you pregnant. he’ll just brainwash you into thinking that it was consensual.

he’s sick in the head, so he’ll cum in your soup/liquid foods/foods with gravy and your shakes/smoothies/coffee.

overall, he’s probably one of the worse hero yanderes imo.

“stop playing cat and mouse, baby. we all know the cat wins.”

“if you try to leave me, i’ll kill them. i’ll kill them all. i’ll bring home their fucking heart to remind you that you fucking belong to me. you can’t love anyone else, baby.”

“you killed them , baby. i told you that i’d kill them and you still ran away. this is all your fault… i know, i know. you hate me now, but you’ll understand one day.”

“[name]… you want to have sex with me.”

[problematicbots]

Forever be pissed that the TFA writers really want to push Sentinel prime to be a villain in season four when how the hell i am supposed to take him seriously as a villain when the writers putting him in situation, constantly make fun of him and keep using him as punching bag to the point where i can't take him seriously anymore. Like for real how the hell I am supposed to be corcen of what he going to do as Mangus when this same goofball who called himself the Prime Primer and got scared of a tiny little cat

I never felt any worried about Wasp when Sentinel was you know after him since you know this the same man who fell off a bridge and unlike anybody else I doubted that Sentinel would actually cause any harm to him at all.

Sentinel prime have so much potential, I like his character and his personality but damn he got so screwed over by this franchise trying to make him a dictator or autobot starscream.

Also The he was the reason why he put Cyberton under curfew is because you know...the leader just got assassination by a undercover con who is still out there and the propaganda that is shown in the show didn't even have anything against organics , people in Cybertaion are just afraid of Organics but the way it frame it make it seen like Sentinel is trying to make everyone afraid of orangic. *Sighs*

[grandlovescheme]

A gift fic for @withered-rose-with-thorns

Merry belated Christmas and only the best in the new year, from your secret santa 🩷

Running into Love

When Rhaenyra arrived at the family winter estate two days before Christmas, her younger siblings were already there. Both her brother and her sister welcomed her, showing her how much they’d missed her, by throwing snowballs at her before she was even fully out of her car.

“No fair!” she yelled before ducking at the rear, gathering all the snow she could in her bare hands to take her revenge.

The twins teamed up against her, thoroughly kicking her ass, and when they finally made it into the house an hour later, she was soaked through and her body ached in multiple places where her siblings had managed to hit her. 

“Hope you welcomed everyone else the same way,” Rhaenyra huffed when she was getting out of the wet coat and boots in the hall. The silver haired teenagers grinned in unison. Little creeps.

Alyssa shrugged. “You're the first one here, not counting mom and the little oaf.”

“Don't worry. The rest will meet the same fate,” Baelon said dramatically, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. 

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. “Make sure to get Daemon. We need to tire him out. If he catches a cold before the run, even better.”

Her siblings both made matching, evilly gleeful faces, nodding along. For a few minutes they discussed their plans in hushed whispers before their paths parted, Rhaenyra heading up the stairs to greet her family while the twins stayed behind. 

She stepped into the opulent room upstairs alone, her lips immediately splitting into a smile.

“Oh hey there.”

Two silver-blond heads by the table turned, her mother and her smaller copy, both of them grinning at the sight of her.

“Honey, you’re here.”

“Nyra!”

“There's my favorite baby sister!”

Visenya slipped off Aemma’s lap to run at her. She was wearing a red Christmas dress, with snowflake and tree prints and a big bow tied at the waist, fully festive with gingerbread man clips in her hair. She jumped at Rhaenyra when she was close enough and she embraced her little sister, able to lift her off her feet easily to spin her around. 

“I missed you,” Visenya breathed, and when she set her back to her feet Rhaenye smoothed down her silky curls gently.

“Missed you too, peanut. Have you been here long?”

Her mother rose to get a hug too, before responding, “We only got here last night. Your father stayed in the city with Daemon to finish some last minute business. They should both get here later today.” 

“Mhh, mhhm, I see.” That was a tidbit of information she was glad to receive. 

“Where are the twins?”

“I don't know. Probably waiting at the door for any newcomers to ambush them with a snowball fight. Though if that's the case they'll be waiting a long time, Laena texted me they're not coming until tomorrow.”

Aemma sighed. “Just us for tonight then. I'll go find the two of them.” 

Her mother stalked out of the room, leaving Rhaenyra with her six year old sister. She booped her nose, making Visenya grin wider at her. “Did you get into a snowball fight with them too?” 

“No! I managed to run away in time.” The girl pulled Rhaenyra's hand to the table. “Come see what I made!”

Proudly she pointed to the numerous pieces of paper scattered on the table, all bearing text in different colors. One said Go my fave Targaryen! The one next to it screamed You can do it! in bright pink. And the one Visenya sheepishly lifted herself to show her read You got it Nyra! with drawn hearts and kissy faces around it. 

“I’m not allowed to run with you guys but I'll cheer you on.” She came closer for a little hug, barely reaching Rhaenyra's chest. “I hope you win. It's no fair that it's always uncle Daemon!”

She stroked her little sister’s hair gently. Visenya’s health got in the way of her running with her family, but Rhaenyra strongly suspected she wouldn’t want to get into it even if she could. Her sister was an adorable little lazyball, content to never move if not absolutely necessary. 

“I know right? Don't worry, I trained all year. Got into the school’s track team. I'm gonna kick his a - butt.”

Visenya giggled with her hands covering her mouth, glancing shyly over her shoulder to make sure her mother wasn't there.

“Will you buy us all ice cream when you win like uncle does?”

“Uh. No. I wasn't planning on it… ” Her sister's demeanor fell a bit, but she quickly raised a hand to stroke her cheek back into a smile. “Hey. You know what? I think uncle Daemon will buy us all ice cream anyway, in celebration of his first loss in, like, a decade.”

Visenya brightened up again. “I'll get lemon! I love lemon. What's your favorite, Nyra?”

❄

The annual Targaryen three-mile race had been taking place at Dragonstone for decades. It had started with her grandparents’ parents, when they wanted to distract their many children on Christmas Eve, to have some peace and time to finish preparing everything for the next day. With such a big family, they needed all the help they could get. 

And so they'd promised a big prize for the winner, remaining the same to this day, but as her grandfather Baelon had told her one time when she was still a child, sitting by his chair in the Dragonstone parlor, the prize had not truly been needed. In reality, the siblings had loved having something to compete in, to possibly be better at something than the rest of the children. For them, the bragging rights had been all the prize they needed.

Yet, it stuck. All the Targaryen children ever since had been exposed to this unusual Christmas tradition, and while a few fought hard to avoid it, claiming sickness and achy limbs to get out of it, some relished in it. Most of Rhaenyra's family was highly competitive, and this was the perfect opportunity to beat everyone. 

This year was different, though. This year it was personal. 

Rhaenyra's uncle Daemon was currently holding the record, his winning streak seemingly impossible to break. He'd won last year, as well as the year before that… and before that. Well, the truth was, the only years he hadn't ended up being the winner, years she could barely remember, were the ones he couldn't get back from business trips in time to participate… and annihilate them all. 

It was safe to say he was the Targaryen three-mile Christmas race champion. But no more. 

Rhaenyra had been training mercilessly, almost cruelly to her body, to make sure his trail of winnings would be broken this year. She hadn't cared as much the previous years… but this time, she needed the win badly, after the year she'd had. University was kicking her ass, draining her mentally and socially, she lost her part-time job after the cafe hired the owner’s granddaughter instead. Then her stupid boyfriend she’d only been dating out of boredom dumped her on her birthday. In the weeks since then she only had too much time on her hands to fully grasp the magnitude of her issues. Troubling… issues that became glaringly obvious each time she thought about her uncle.

Ugh, no, she would not go there.

She needed this. A win in what her family considered the most important event of the year would turn it all around. 

She was certain of it.

… It was better not to dwell on why it mattered so much to her. 

When Daemon and her father arrived hours later, she watched the snowball fight from the upstairs living room window. 

They got ambushed the same way she had, but the twins - and little Visenya - clearly favored their father, leaving him to get out unscathed while focusing most of their energy and snowballs on Daemon. She grinned as he scrambled to fight back, his clothes and hair getting wet immediately, yet a smile undeniably blooming on his face. 

Her heart lurched seeing it, and she quickly dropped the curtain and turned away from the window to dash down the stairs, joining her mother in the kitchen instead. 

She feigned nonchalance as the group loudly barged inside of the house, shouting and scream-laughing in the hall, getting out of the wet clothes. 

Aemma was smiling into the mugs she was filling with steaming hot chocolate. Her mother had no competitive spirit, something only Visenya of her children had inherited but having the house full every holiday season always brought a smile to her face. There was nothing her mother  loved more than her family. This was her most favorite time of the year. 

Rhaenyra sprinkled mini marshmallows into the mugs and together they brought them to the living room. Everyone quieted down as if by magic; or, more likely, by the delicious smell following their steps, rising from the mugs. 

Her mother welcomed Viserys with a wide smile and a kiss, and Rhaenyra couldn't help but glance at Daemon's face as she placed his mug in front of him. 

“Uncle Daemon.” 

“Hey sweetheart.”

And here she was, blushing like a teenage fool.

“Hope you’re ready for tomorrow.” 

“You bet. I hear I have an unrelenting opponent this year.” He took the mug from her, and their fingers brushed slightly, just for a second, yet still making her blood sing in her veins. 

“Mhm. Say goodbye to the trophy. It’s going to a new owner this year.”

“We’ll see.” His eyes sparkled as he tipped the mug and took a sip. She watched with her pulse spiking as he licked his lips, gathering the dark droplets of chocolate with his tongue, before it disappeared in his mouth again. His brows furrowed, and he looked down into his mug wordlessly. 

“What?” she asked innocently. 

“Hmm. Nothing. New recipe?” 

“I don’t know. Mom made it, like every year.”

“Mhm.” He placed his mug back on the table in front of him, and she could hear the hum of other voices and her siblings’ excited giggles, but it all faded away. She couldn't make out a single word as she stared at her uncle's rings, adorning his long, thick fingers and glistening in the low Christmas lights hanging behind him.

Um. What were they talking about again?

“Is Harwin joining us tomorrow?”

Aand the spell was broken with a bucket of cold water. 

Rhaenyra sighed, shaking her head. “You don't know? I thought mom would have spilled by now. Um, we broke up.”

Something shadowed his eyes, but it was too dark in the room to be able to see… what. “Oh. No, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” His hand reached out, warm from the mug of hot chocolate, and she fought against a shiver. 

“Don’t be. I’m not sorry. It’s for the best.” Despite her words, she accepted his comfort, squeezing his hand back.

“Well then. Good. I never liked him anyway.” 

She squinted her eyes as she glared at him playfully. “You’re saying that now. Because we broke up.” 

“No, Rhaenyra. I’ve been saying it ever since you first brought him along. But you just thought I was being an overprotective uncle.” 

Now she scrunched her nose up. “Well, weren’t you?” 

Daemon leaned back into his chair, the connection of their hands severing. “Yes. I was also right on the money, though.” 

Rhaenyra only shook her head. As much as she’d love to blame the break up on her ex, it had hardly been his fault. All of this… was on her. 

He could have broken up with her any other day during the year, though, except for right before the holidays, on her fucking birthday. That had been a dick move. 

She picked up her own drink in her nervousness, to have something to do, tracing the raised lines of the sleigh and Santa’s bearded face on the mug with her thumb. She didn’t speak, letting the gentle cracking of the fire and the messy conversations next to them fill the silence, until he spoke again,

“What do you need? A shoulder to cry on or someone to break his nose?” His hand appeared again to tap her nose. “Or both? I’m more than capable of both, sweetheart.” 

With a smile teasing the corners of her mouth, she looked up again to find him leaning towards her, his serious eyes dark, set right on her, gauging her reaction. “I’m fine. No need for any of that.” 

“Are you sure? I know you weren’t together long but… You seemed really… into him.” He spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words, and she searched the guarded expression on his face for a few seconds before shrugging again. 

“I’m sure. It was… ah, complicated, between us.”

To avoid his intense stare she lifted her mug and took a long sip of her hot… at this point tepid, chocolate.

“What do you mean? Were you not… exclusive?” 

“No, no. We were. I just…” Swallowing down, she wondered how one could ever bring something like this up… Especially sober, and surrounded by her whole family. As if. “I… God, I can’t tell you this.” 

He frowned, and did the worst thing he possibly could. He got up and… sat closer to her, on the couch right by her side instead of across from her. Her heart jumped into her throat, she looked around the room in panic; no one paid them any mind, though. Her siblings were playing a board game on the floor, and her parents sat snuggled side by side, matching smiles on their faces, watching their kids argue over the game. It was as if… it was just her, and her uncle, in their own little bubble. 

Some things might have changed with her growing up, but in the root of them, they stayed the same. 

Rhaenyra looked down into her mug, her heart hammering. 

“Why not? You can talk to me about anything.” 

A humorless chuckle escaped her. “Not this. You’re on my side now but if I tell you… this, you’ll - you’ll think I’m a major bitch.” 

“Oh please.” She saw Daemon’s hand from the corner of her eye, nearing her again… and finally touching her cheek, pushing away some stray locks of her hair. “I’ll always be on your side, even when you are a major bitch. That's what uncles are for.” 

“Even if I kill someone in cold blood?” “Hmm… especially then.”

She poked his side with a chuckle, then sighed. “Fine, look. The thing is, I was never fully… in, emotionally. I was clinging to him because he was there, he was convenient, and… I needed… a distraction. But that’s all it was, and he finally got sick of it, of me, calling me out on my bullshit. Like I told you, it was all my fault.” 

Harwin had told her much more than that, though… He’d brought up how weird her family was, how normal people didn’t marry their cousins… and how creepily close she was to her uncle. Apparently it was strange that she still sat in his lap sometimes, that she called him first whenever something went right or wrong for her, and that she canceled plans with anyone, her friends or boyfriend, to hang out with him instead, whenever he mentioned he was in town. 

He could never quite grasp how close-knit her entire family was, and it ended up being the last drop for him. Really, they had been all ridiculous reasons to dump her… but not entirely out of hand, either. Not when one knew the real secret she held in her heart. 

“See.” Daemon embraced her with one arm, bringing her closer, and her eyes closed automatically as her nose filled with his clean, fresh scent. “Still on your side,” he assured her in a soft whisper, and Rhaenyra smiled, her body relaxing into his comforting hug. She felt his lips move, tickling her ear, as he continued, “I’m not letting you win tomorrow, though.” 

With a snorted laugh she pulled back, and punched his shoulder. “I don’t need it! I’m beating you, old man!”

❆

She woke first, but she wasn’t alone for long. Soon, the twins tiptoed down the stairs, gleefully joining her in continuing with their plan to win her this year's Targaryen race. 

By the time everyone else was awake, including Daemon, they were ready, everything set to go. 

Her uncle sauntered into the kitchen with a scowl and dark circles under his eyes, but the second he noticed her sitting there with coffee, some of the tension in his face drained away. 

Ah. What the sight of coffee could do.

“Morning. You're not looking too good.” It was a lie. He did look a little worse for wear but still so unfairly good. She wanted to stroke that pale skin… take a bite out of those arm muscles - 

“Couldn't sleep.” As he said it he reached for his mug, and Rhaenyra could swear she heard the twins’ evil laugh from somewhere behind her. She resisted the urge to turn around and shush them. Daemon drained the mug, his throat moving with every swallow, and her fingers twitched with the need to touch his throat as he swallowed…

He placed his empty coffee on the kitchen table, and she blinked a few times, hoping she didn't look as flustered as she felt. “Hm. That was pretty sweet. I don't usually sweeten my coffee but damn, I really needed that.”

“Mhh, hmm.” 

“Hopefully it'll wake me up. You slept okay?” he asked, his gaze traveling over her face, as if looking for any signs of a sleepless night. 

“Like a baby.” Rhaenyra grinned, and his eyes gentled, staring at her. 

“Good. You need to be in your best form if you're hoping to beat me.”

“I am going to beat you.”

“We'll see.” 

“Have some breakfast, uncle!” Visenya appeared, hair in two little braids, another adorable Christmas dress on. She extended both hands full with a tray of all kinds of sweet pastries, still hot from the oven. Daemon smiled at his youngest niece, stroking her cheek as he shook his head. 

“I'm good, darling. I'll just have some eggs.”

Visenya's blue eyes filled with tears in a matter of a second. “But - but I made these.” She sniffed, the tray starting to tremble in her hands. “Won't - won't you try?”

Rhaenyra hid her smile as Daemon immediately softened, cooing and apologizing.

“Of course! If you made these, I have to try. What would the pastry chef recommend to me?”

She made him eat four pieces of pastry, her pleading eyes impossible to say no to. When he finally gently pushed the girl aside, claiming he was too full to eat another bite, Rhaenyra got up with a grin. 

“Anyway. I’m off to welcome the Velaryons. Get ready to have your butt kicked, uncle.”

“Only in your dreams, niece.” 

They both narrowed their eyes at each other, and she walked off without another word. Before she rounded the corner she glanced over her shoulder one more time, and caught him staring as she walked away, his gaze burning somewhere below her waist. 

❄

Her cousins were both participating, but had no idea of the bigger conspiracy at play. It was a secret amongst only the Targaryen children, and Rhaenyra felt strangely protective over the scheming of her siblings. Their plan was silly but brought them a little closer together, something they desperately needed ever since Rhaenyra had  moved out to university two states away, leaving them behind in King’s Landing. 

This was just for them. 

“Isn’t he a little too old for this?” Laenor asked as she  stretched with her cousins in the garden, every inch covered in snow. Rhaenyra snorted, and peeked over her shoulder, finding Daemon glaring from a few feet away, clearly hearing every single word. 

And sure enough, he bit out grumpily, “You can’t kick the ruling champion out of the race until he loses, children.” 

“That’s a made up rule,” Laena called back from beside her, and he squinted at her.

“This whole thing is a made up tradition. Take it or leave it.” 

Her cousin huffed and puffed, though the corners of her mouth were twitching, and they continued their warm up until Viserys called them over. 

It was time. 

Rhaenyra’s palms were sweating. As they took their positions in a well ordered line, her eyes remained glued to her uncle. He still seemed out of his element, barely paying any attention, but she knew he could kill this route even with his eyes closed. No matter what her siblings had done to knock him off his game, she still needed to give this her all. And she would. The Targaryen prize would be changing hands soon enough.

Even if it was just an old compass that had once belonged to her great grandfather, accompanying him on his many travels over the world. The compass itself… was not the point, and they all knew it. 

Rhaenyra’s ponytail whipped her in the face as the cold winter wind picked up. The waves surrounding the island crashed loudly around them, almost swallowing Viserys’ introduction. As if anyone needed any. Every traditional participant knew them by heart. 

“Two loops around the island, three miles in total. Do not stray from the shoveled trail, do not take any shortcuts. Whoever reaches us first in the second lap… is the winner.” Her father smiled, and Aemma next to him huddled farther into her thick coat. Little Visenya in front of them gingerly lifted her You got it Nyra! sign, and Rhaenyra smiled, sending an air kiss and a wave. 

“Good luck, darling.” 

She eyed her uncle up and down, not missing how good he looked in his tight t-shirt and running shorts, all of his muscles on display, taunting her, distracting her. That cruel cruel man. 

Targaryens always ran hot, it was true. That was one of the main things even making this race possible in late December without them putting their health at risk. But still she shivered as she took her own shirt off, throwing it to the cheering section, and straightening up in her sports bra. 

“Don’t need luck,” she threw back, keeping her gaze at him only long enough to see his eyes drop and snag on her chest. “But I think you might.” 

With the megaphone signaling the start of the race, she took off, and left him behind in the dust. She fought hard to keep her smug smile at bay; celebrating too early would only bring her bad luck. 

Rhaenyra ran like the devil was chasing her. And in a way, he was. She felt Daemon behind her already, way too soon for comfort, but she knew without looking that it was him. She would always know, without needing a single glance to confirm; the feeling of a familiar, warm blanket at her back was impossible to confuse with anyone else. 

This familiar blanket was not happy, though. “Cheater!” he fumed, and she could swear he was so close his breath caressed the back of her neck. Fucking hell, somehow even filled to the brim with heavy pastries and decaf, he caught up to her within a few minutes. She needed to do better!

“What!” she huffed back without looking at him, forcing her legs to go faster. “Never - seen a woman running with a top - before? I’ve had this old thing for - years!”

“Yeah, I can tell.” 

What the hell did that even - 

She saw him then, from the corner of her eye, gaining on her, and panic overwhelmed her. With a gasp she let out a loud, garbling cough, and somewhere behind her a person shouted, and a body thudded to the ground. 

“Ow, ow! Crap! I tripped!” her sister Alyssa howled. “It hurts, it hurts! My ankle!” Rhaenyra was racing forward, the sobbing voice becoming fainter and fainter, but Daemon visibly wavered behind her. When she looked back, breathing hard, she saw him hesitating, his pace slowing as his niece whimpered, “Won’t you help me, uncle? It hurts. Ow, I can’t… I can’t get up.” 

“Goddamnit. Come on, Alyssa. I got you.”

What a good uncle.

The cheering of her family soon faded, and then it was just her and the island hidden underneath a blanket of snow. She worked on regulating her breathing but when she glanced over her shoulder again, hearing the thudding of approaching steps, there her uncle was, back and already hot on her heels. What the fuck!

“Any - other - planned - distractions?” Daemon gasped out from behind her. 

She was only able to exhale an irritated gush of air. The turn of the island was close now, and the cheering gained volume again. Visenya's bright dress and slogans came to view first, and seeing them worked like magic, propelling Rhaenyra forward faster.

“Yes, Nyra, go! You got it! You got it!”

She saw Alyssa resting against a bare tree out of the trail’s path, nestled in a coat and face rid of any pain, but her eyes were sharp and intense as she watched the race. She didn't say a word to encourage her sister, but Rhaenyra still felt it from her. 

“Oh no, your shoelaces are untied, uncle!” Alyssa shouted instead. 

Daemon ignored his younger niece, focusing fully on beating the eldest one. 

The second lap was brutal. Daemon overtook her as soon as their audience disappeared from view, and one quick check of the other participants showed both of her cousins were nowhere near them. They were only small dots in the distance along with her brother. 

It was now just them. 

Rhaenyra glared ahead at her uncle's ass. Distractingly well formed, tight ass. She had no business salivating over it, but it had no business looking this goddamn good. 

He was getting old, shouldn't he be getting less attractive too?!

No. It was just her fucking luck that her uncle was one of those men who only got hotter with age. Great.

Rhaenyra wavered, her foot catching on an uneven blob of snow, and with a growl she shook herself out of the trance.  

He totally did that on purpose.

As the end of the second - and last - loop appeared, Rhaenyra caught up to Daemon. His straining muscles were right next to her, their bodies moved forward in sync, twin puffs of smoke leaving their mouths. She felt his stare but decided to ignore it, her eyes, burning and watering, pinned to the finish line. So close. Yet just as close as Daemon.

Come on, come on! She could do it! 

With only a few meters remaining, she finally allowed her head to turn, and found her uncle still looking at her, unbothered by the track that he should be paying attention to.

His eyes were blown wide with surprise, staring at her like he'd never seen her before. Perhaps he hadn't expected her to do this well. He must have counted on losing her after a few minutes into the race, yet here she was, by his side til the very end. 

His gaze stayed on her even as they crossed the finish line, and somehow they crashed together, their bodies tumbling to the ground in one clumsy heap.

“Fuck!” she yelped, the sudden feel of him against her mostly bare flesh making her skin erupt in gooseflesh. Daemon's arms wrapped around her to protect her from the fall, but they both still ended up on their sides, falling painfully in the snow. The crowd cheered in an awkward, muted mumble, clearly unsure who the winner was. 

For a few blissful seconds, Rhaenyra didn't care. She felt her uncle's hands on her naked waist, his fingers spread wide, pressing into her with gentle pressure. He was sweaty, just like she was, but the dampness of his skin and the unmistakable smell of him only made her shudder in desire. 

He was breathing hard, his jaw clenching under her stare, and when she hesitantly dragged it up to his eyes they seemed to be smoldering. And in those quiet moments she could almost believe he didn't care either. About the prize or bragging rights. About the principle of winning every year. 

Then his hand moved to cup her hip, as if contemplating bringing her closer to him, and Rhaenyra jerked away from this strange limbo. She untangled herself from him and hopped to trembling feet. 

Her family was staring, some with confusion, some with suspicion or glee. 

And it was her father who finally spoke, 

“So. I think it was a tie?”

❆

As Rhaenyra licked a stray drop of lemon sorbet off her ring finger, her eyes automatically flew across the room. Daemon sat at the makeshift throne of Dragonstone, his seat for the upcoming year, with a mint ice cream cone in one hand almost entirely gone. Laena must have said something funny to him because he barked out a laugh, nodding along with her, making Rhaenyra's blood boil in her veins. 

Fucking hell.

What a disaster.

“You okay, honey?” 

“Yep.”

“Hmm. That glare says otherwise.” Her mother squeezed her petite body next to Rhaenyra, where she was taking up most of the space of the couch. Lifting a hand, Aemma smoothed back some strands of Rhaenyra's hair, still wet from the shower she'd taken after the race.

“Just… pissed at myself.” She looked away from Daemon's grinning face. “I couldn't beat him even with cheating. There's really no hope for me.”

She didn't mind sharing the victory with Daemon… not per se. But it still burned, the disappointment in herself sinking into her bones; she couldn't do anything right this year. 

“Of course there's hope,” Aemma admonished her. “You're getting better and he's only getting older.”

Rhaenyra had to laugh, some of the icy self resentment chipping away. For a second she thought she saw Daemon looking at her from the corner of her eye, her breathing hitching immediately, but turning her head his way offered the sight of him still fully entranced by her cousin.

Well.

“You know…” Her mother's voice turned quiet, and suspiciously innocent. “It isn't anything strange. I hope you're not beating yourself up over it.”

“Ah, you know, considering I busted my ass for a year and planned this elaborate sabotage - “

“Not about that.” Aemma sighed, and bumped Rhaenyra's side with her own to make her glance back at her. “About you… and him.” Her meaningful glance over Rhaenyra's head told her everything she needed to know without even following her gaze. 

She went bright red. “Mom. There's not - nothing - “

“No, I know. Shh, it's okay, don't freak out. I know nothing's happening. But I hope you're not beating yourself up over wanting… something to happen.” 

Gods, was she so obvious? 

She stared at her quickly melting ice cream cone. “Mom, please… let's not. It's already mortifying enough as it is.”

“Why?” Her mother leaned closer and whispered into her ear, “It is the Targaryen way. Your father is my first cousin, you know what, don't you?”

Sheepishly, she nodded. The entangled Targaryen relationships were well known in the family, but this was… different. This was her… and her uncle. She was much younger than him. She could imagine how weird and disgusting he'd find the thought of them… together, after having watched her grow up…

He'd want nothing to do with her like that, she was sure of it.

“Honey, I know for a fact - “

“Co-winner.” 

They both looked up at Daemon who stopped by the couch, his smile still on but dimmed now that Laena had gone to the bathroom. Hmpf. 

“Doesn't really roll off the tongue,” Rhaenyra complained bitterly. Aemma got up and walked off silently, leaving them alone, and her daughter glared at her mother’s back.

“Come on. It is your seat as well.” He pointed his thumb behind his shoulder, but she shook her head. 

“I don't think there's enough room for the both of us.” There never had been two winners. She supposed there was a first time for everything. 

Daemon’s lips curled into a sly smile. “You can always sit on my lap.”

Her heart did an embarrassing jump in her chest. “Hmm, I don't know. I was told it is weird.”

“What is?”

“To… sometimes still sit on my uncle's lap.”

His smile melted away, replaced by a frown. “Who told you that?”

“Doesn't matter.”

“No, it does. Who?” When the only response she gave was a break of their eye contact, he sighed, and asked in a not well hidden disgust, “Was it Harwin?” Rhaenyra shrugged. “Well, then I'm even more glad that you broke up. I'd hate for you to date someone who thinks it's weird you sit on your uncle's lap.”

She felt her lips starting to twitch. “Right. We don't want that.”

“That we don't.”

“No such negativity in our lives, hm?”

“Exactly. Now come.” He extended a hand. “Your well deserved seat is waiting.” 

She knew he was talking about the throne… the throne she half deserved. She knew it. And yet when he sat down and brought her to his lap, she couldn't help her silly thoughts wander. 

They wandered. And she yearned.

❄

“Fucking hell.”

“Shh. You'll wake the whole house up.”

Daemon cursed again, but this time under his breath. “You scared me. What are you doing here, sitting in the dark like a movie villain?”

Rhaenyra tapped her fingers against the kitchen table, unable to keep the nervous tick at bay. “Couldn't sleep.”

“Oh, really. How strange. The same happened to me last night.”

Her lips thinned out. “Weird.”

“Indeed.” He took a seat across from her, and she couldn't see much in the darkness but she did see he was shirtless.

Wonderful.

“Is - is your insomnia prevailing?” she made herself ask, her voice embarrassingly high and squeaky. 

A chuckle. “No. I'm tired but my mind is too awake to sleep.”

“Hm. Same.” Her eyes were drawn to him. Always drawn to him, like a moth to the flame, uncaring of the danger lurking. She already felt like she caught fire - this desire had been burning inside of her for years, slowly but surely ridding her of sanity. She'd had crushes before but none of them had felt like this. 

Targaryens really were strange.

“You know,” she said to distract herself, “it was me. I… I wanted to weaken you, to have a better chance, because… no matter how much I trained I still didn't believe in myself. And look at that, you beat me anyway. You - you deserve the win all by yourself.” 

She'd really thought it'd make her feel better. Even if slightly cheating, she knew how much work she'd put into it. It'd still feel good, deserved. But now… she was starting to doubt it. Perhaps there was nothing to make her feel better. Perhaps she just needed to suck it all up.

“I know,” Daemon hummed easily. Rhaenyra blinked to bring herself back to the present. 

“W - what?”

“Did you think you were being slick? Please, sweetheart, I know you like the back of my hand.”

She felt her face go up in flames. “Oh. Um.”

Her fingers were tapping against the table furiously now, but she couldn't stop it, even as the noise grew louder and more annoying. Then her uncle's hand covered hers, and the weight of his palm pressed her fingers flat against the wooden surface. 

“It's alright. I thought it was cute.”

She let out an undignified snort. “Cute.”

“Yeah. The way your eyes glittered. Giggling like a schoolgirl. Unable to hide your glee as you and your siblings sabotaged me. Cutest thing I've ever seen.”

“Pft. Right.” His thumb ran back and forth over her hand, soothing. She relaxed into the chair. “Well. Good thing I'm cute then, if nothing else.”

She sounded like a bitter old lady, and a fresh wave of resentment washed over her. Daemon tutted though.

“Rhaenyra. No. I think you're looking at this all wrong. Listen… I gave it my all. My soul almost left my body, and I barely cleared the finish line. The tumble at the end? My legs gave out.”

She was smiling now, biting into her cheek from the inside to stop the giggles. “You're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I wish. It's the truth, though. I'm willing to bet you'll leave me in the dust next year. You'll probably be inside, lounging on your throne by the time I even make it to the end.”

“You're so full of shit.”

Now she was laughing at the image of him barely crawling the last few meters to where their family gathered, cheering for them.

“My misery makes you so cheerful?” Though Daemon sounded pretty happy himself, a smile clear in his voice. She thought she saw it, too, in the dark, even the hint of it almost stopping her heart. 

At some point their hands on the table changed positions and were now locked, intertwined, her smaller palm fitting perfectly into his larger one. 

And she felt it again. The longing. To have Daemon… in all ways. To joke and tease and reminisce and then kiss and cuddle and tumble into bed together to have intense sex every night… Was that too much to ask for?

“Rhaenyra? What's the matter?”

“N - nothing.”

His chair creaked as he leaned forward. Oh, Gods.

His smell washed over her, the familiarity of it so comforting. She remembered burrowing into his arms as a small child, her nose pressed against his neck as he embraced her, and she'd inhaled the very same scent into her lungs. Cedar and rain. He always smelled… like Dragonstone. Like home.

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” he purred into the gap between them, smaller now, but it might as well be a thousand feet wide, she was scared and trembling all the same. 

‘It is the Targaryen way.’

Right. 

But what if he - 

“Anything,” he repeated, like he could read her mind, like he wanted to coax her into finally spilling her secret. 

Rhaenyra licked her lips, suddenly parched. “Um, I… I was thinking… You know, we - we are… close, and I wondered…”

What was she saying? 

Instead of babbling, she shut her mouth, and wasn't speaking at all. For a second she closed her eyes and cursed herself internally. 

They both stayed silent for a few heartbeats until he spoke again, clearly coming to the conclusion she wasn't about to continue on her own. “You almost got me, you know that?” 

Her mind whirled, trying to understand what he was talking about. “Um. What?”

Rhaenyra felt his feather light touch then, pulling her hair away from her neck, tugging it behind her ear. She went hot all over.

“I knew I wouldn't fumble the race. Not even exhausted and so full I could barely move. I was confident I'd make you work for it…” The tip of his thumb pressed to her hammering pulse, and she almost moaned out loud like some touch starved virgin.

Well. Not that far from reality.

“But then,” he breathed, “you took your shirt off. And ran off in that tiny bra of yours. I almost had a heart attack right there.”

Rhaenyra closed her eyes. Her numb body was awakening, every nerve ending sparking to life with his whispered words. 

“It's - it's not - tiny,” was the only thing she could muster. 

Was this actually happening?

Or had her exhausted mind conjured this fantasy?

“Rhaenyra, your tits were spilling out. I'm convinced you wore it to torture me.” Daemon moved, his hot breath hitting her neck, and she was ready to faint. “Or do you have no idea what you do to me? Are you blind to my every reaction to you?” He tsked, and his lips pressed to her neck, covering her pulse in a soft kiss. 

Oh Gods. Holy fucking hell.

“I - I…”

She needed to get a grip. She was an adult woman, for crying out loud, and she'd had people do much more to her than kiss her neck. Why was she such a mess now?

Of course, she knew why. None of the people touching her had been her uncle.

Daemon turned his head, the wet slide of his mouth climbing up her cheek. “Do you want to feel what you do to me, Rhaenyra?”

His hand dragged hers off the table, their joint touch settling lightly on his lap. On his erection, pronounced through the sweatpants he was wearing. Oh fuck.

Swallowing thickly she fought the overwhelming urge to squeeze, to fondle, to rub. “I had no idea…” 

Had her desire to be normal and ignore all her true feelings completely blinded her to his own lust? 

“I would have told you years ago… But you were always in a relationship, and always with someone who… looked nothing like me.” A soft, humorless chuckle warmed the side of her face. 

Her chest pinched with regret. Of course… Her string of partners was very telling when she looked back at them. Alicent in high school. Criston after graduation. Harwin in university. They were all very obviously… nothing like him. 

Rhaenyra closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She understood what he was telling her. She finally heard it, she felt it against her hand. 

And so she turned her head just an inch, and parted her lips, pressing them gingerly against her uncle's. He exhaled heavily, like a huge weight dropped from his shoulders, and surged forward, both of his hands raising to cup her cheeks. To hold her close, to keep her in place. As if she'd try to run away.

Daemon's tongue caressed her lips, gently asking for permission to do more, and when she allowed him in, all the gentleness evaporated. His kisses were hard, deep, angry ,or perhaps desperate. He supped the breath from her mouth and didn't let her stray from him to take more air into her lungs. 

Offering no complaint, Rhaenyra grasped his hair in one hand and lifted the other from his lap, wrapping it around his forearm; her anchor, preventing her from slipping and falling. 

She knew nothing would save her from this falling, though.

Rhaenyra gasped for air greedily when he pulled back. Her lips felt swollen from the ferocity of his kisses, but as soon as she could, she leaned back in. 

There was no telling how long they sat there, kissing again and again in the dark. Perhaps twenty minutes, perhaps three hours. She knew it didn't truly matter, though. It would not be enough either way.

In the silence surrounding them, he rested his forehead against hers. Their breathing was returning to normal, but her chest still felt like it was growing three sizes. 

Rhaenyra traced his smile with her fingertips. “You better not let me win next time,” she whispered.

The smile under her touch widened. “So you're not canoodling with me just to get me to go easy on you?”

“I don't need it. I'll kick your ass fair and square.”

He hummed, and tipped his head to kiss her again. “We'll start running together. Who better to train you than the seven year champion?”

“Pft. I made it into a tie even without your help, thank you very much.”

“Hmm, but with cheating.”

“It wasn't actually cheating. I only helped myself a little - “

He cut her excuses off with his mouth, and she happily let him. 

Being a co-winner wasn't so bad...

[mysticcollectionbee]

Loki S2 Ep.2 (Breaking Brad): Pros & Cons

(SPOILERS!)

First the Bad to get it out of the way:

• Biggest thing I got a problem with: NOT a fan of the TVA brutality thing and really hope the TVA isn't seen as a 'flawed' system but just a system built to be awful. Only thing I agree with Sylvie is that the overall system is bad. And the protags shouldn't be chill using these tactics. Gonna hope this was just a one time thing because of X-5 just being a massive dick and pissing them to an extreme extent (Doesn't make it right, but if someone blamed me for a loved ones death...I might loose my morals a bit too).

• Sylvie being a bitch to Loki FOR NO REASON. Like everything else going on with her I love, but, why is she being horrible to Loki? He didn't betray or stop her. SHE BETRAYED HIM AND SCREWED EVERYTHING OVER, BUT SHE'S THE PISSED ONE?

Now that we got all the bad out of the way, onto the good stuff:

•Badass Loki, with MAGIC, with a bit of intimidation? YES. Sure, I don't like him and Mobius torturing X-5 BUT I'm all for Loki weaponizing his villainous history. And surprisingly keeping his temper under control. Nice.

• Unlike Mobius...My dude ya good? I love what this could be hinting and going for. And also showing that he isn't pure good, but as Loki said, Not all good which is why they get along.

• Loki being the one that kept a cool head and is the one trying to comfort is so interesting! He's never tried doing that for anyone besides Thor in a few small scenes. And that's his brother! He just wants to be there for Mobius and let him have some pie while they chill and talk stuff out, even trying to relate to mobius (albeit a funny ridiculous comparison).

•Both of the time duos being horrible with tech makes a bit too much sense. They are great at manipulating and reading people, but they probably can't build a single IKEA chair.

•CASEY! I love Casey actually becoming more of an important/useful character. And apparently a fan of O.B. So maybe our tech guy won't have to wait hundreds of years for a visitor anymore!

•B-15 being the heart of the team and the TVA, she should be in charge. Please. Also I need an offical name for her and D-90 because I really want to call them by actual names.

•X-5 is an asshole but a well written and neat asshole. I do kinda want him to get back to his movie life, that way he won't be such a dick to the characters I like and he gets to keep having his dream life. Win-win.

• Sylvie gets a fun retirement life please! I don't think her being on the team is good for her or for the team. I think she should only join when her life is endangered and when it's all over get back to it. I used to think she might join Loki and Mobius on maybe continuing fighting Kang after the season is over but like...That's not her fight? Leaver her be. And bad for the team cause well...The morale is already kinda shit and she's gonna be miserable and make everyone else miserable too.

• Just realized this: Is everyone keeping secrets??? Loki seemed to not have been planning to tell the others about the Ravonna and HWR convo until it was needed to mention (Mobius literally was asking, "When were you gonna-" then was caught off), Mobius seems to already know or have a serious fear that he's hiding, B-15 has yet to mention what she saw of her past life despite it obviously leaving an impact, etc.

[leianaberrie]

I remember you mentioned once that you would have made Damon the true villain of season 8; it made me curious, what would you have done with everyone else? Like how you build up to that and would Kai be alive in this version?

If it was going by canon i.e. the version of season 8 we had, I would have simply used all the set up that Season 8 gave us with Damon  becoming increasingly monstrous in the service of the sirens and Cade, and turning into the worst version of himself. And the MFG etc are finding a way to “save” Damon and kill Cade, and he eventually gets a chance to do this and succeeds... and then the Big Reveal happens. Cade wanted to die. Being King of Hell is exactly what it sounds like - a horrible job, and Cade is just anchored to a dimension of eternal torment which he’s wanted out for. Everything has just be a long con to get someone to the point where they not only kill him, but are depraved enough to “merit” the job. Cade dies and Damon becomes the new “King”. 

And of course, because this is Damon we’re talking about, he’s not going to bear that burden with grace and dignity. He’s not going to take the high road and try to make Hell a better place, or even spare his friends. If he’s in Hell, then he’s going to drag everyone to Hell along with him. So rather than Katherine (because why? how? where?) being the Returning Final Boss to defeat, it’s Damon who they need to permanently seal in his Hell dimension so that he doesn’t literally destroy the world. 

[httplvki]

long Astarion analysis / ramble / self-projection

(disclaimer: this mostly focuses on the sexual abuse he went through and how it affected him) risen from the dead just to yap about astarion cuz of how much he’s a bit too relatable

Maybe I'm self-projecting on Astarion, but it's so relatable on how he manipulates Tav at the start because he wants protection and safety, which resorts to him having sex with Tav so the connection will be there with them. He believes that the only way to get Tav to stay by his side is to give up his body because it has become a habit of his to use his body for sex after 200 years of using it to seduce other people for his master. He “abandons” his boundaries and his own worth to have someone stay by his side, which hits a bit too close to home.

He sexualizes himself for the person and agrees on anything sexual because he believes that it will make Tav (in this context) happy, so they won't leave him if he just keeps presenting himself on a dinner plate. Especially in the scene where Tav wants to sleep with another member of the party and he says something along the lines of "It's not because we haven't done IT in a while, right?", where he's worried that Tav was leaving him because they haven't had sex together in a while, meaning that he believes that one of the only ways to keep someone by his side is to satisfy their lust. He believed that sex and his body were one of the only features that he had that he was able to use to keep others around and not leave him. He’s vulnerable when it comes to himself because he can’t think of himself as anything more than just a means to an end, which is why he needs Tav to be able to give him the reassurance that they will back him up and stand up for him whenever he needs.

We could also assume that he was sexually assaulted by the fools or villains (lowly criminals most of the time) that became Astarion's victims. Because almost 99% (assumption) of the time where he has had sex with victims, it was all dub-con (dubious consent where consent is unclear or not stated) at best because of how it was all forced onto him by Cazador. He needed to “entertain” them even if he himself didn’t want to, making it already not very consensual. With needing to seduce anything with a pulse almost non-stop, he is still very flirty with Tav even after romancing them, which I personally would like to headcanon that he could be a hypersexual, and he hates it because it makes him feel disgusting from the reminders of all the bad sexual experiences he had. (Just to clarify this is what I assume / hc)

After 200 years, he's used to saying sweet nothings to others to satisfy them, thinking it will work on everyone because it has after all the years of being a slave to Cazador. For instance in Act I when he said “I love you” to Tav, but it was just a lie, and even he admits it himself when Tav sees through his act. It’s all an act for his own needs and the other person's satisfaction and happiness. However, he comes across a hurdle if you play as Karlach and romance Astarion; he isn’t able to have sex with her because of her condition. He gets frustrated because he has never done anything else to manipulate someone other than sleeping with them; he doesn’t know what to do because it is out of his control.

The difference between choosing Karlach or Tav to romance Astarion is the level of control that he feels he has. If Tav refuses to sleep with him, he gets upset because he feels like he has done something wrong, and it means you won’t be able to trust him, which equals Tav is not going to fulfill what Astarion needs: safety and protection. He loses control in this situation because of the other person's own opinions and actions, which is a no-go for Astarion. Compared to using Karlach to romance him, he gets upset because he can’t sleep with her because of her condition, but he can understand that reason. He doesn’t take it to heart because it’s understandable to both parties, so in the end, Karlach and Astarion just talk and then fall asleep together. (I very much prefer Karlachs one because I wish we could do the same with Tav where we don’t have to sleep with him)

This is why I also believe that one of the other reasons why he wants power (that excludes taking over, Cazador, and his going through with his revenge) is to feel that he has some other power that he can have rather than only having his body as a source of "power" or “strength" that could manipulate other people.

Further discussion about Astarion and manipulation, he “manipulates'' Tav in the scene where he wants power after killing Cazador; he says, “You want what's best for me, surely?” Even after being romanced by Tav. he believes that ascending and taking part in the ritual will heal him from everything and become powerful, but in reality, he would just continue the cycle of abuse for another centuries on end. He loves Tav, but manipulation is already second nature to him when he WANTS something; it's just like breathing air to him because of how normal it is, and it will take a while for that habit to devolve after his traumatic years of needing to manipulate others to stay alive, almost just like Cazador where he will do anything and manipulate anyone or anything to get what HE wants. Furthermore, being manipulated by Cazador has caused a long-lasting effect on Astarion, where manipulation tactics are passed down and used.

Astarion was treated like a doll, controlled with strings to keep using his body to lure victims in, while he didn’t have any bodily autonomy to say no or to stop it. For example, later on in Act II-III, if you don't respect his boundary after he confesses to you, and you still WANT to have sex with him, later on in the cutscene where he and Tav are in bed together, he sits up, and his look shows that his mind is in another plane. He felt devastated, disappointed, and betrayed even because of how you treated him like a doll for seduction and sex, just like how Cazador used Astarion to seduce his victims. He later breaks it up with Tav once he realizes the feeling of being able to say no and have his own bodily autonomy.