Top 50 OTPs of All Time ☆ #44. Naomi Campbell & Emily Fitch
"I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared about the way I felt, you know, loving a girl, so I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to kind of feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me. Because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me, and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these… these tickets to Goa for us three months ago, but I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible, because really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much it’s killing me."
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...Okay, fine; here's my 'Sona-
The color of their clothes varies, but the leggings and cardigan stay. Their feet are meant to be more digitigrade- they remind me of a jerboa mouse.
They have Permanent UwU Face; their mouth is just shaped that way. They don't usually show their ears; they're usually hidden under his hair. If he shows his ears around you a lot then he trusts you. And yes, the ears are Pan colors-
Grem is almost always up to Shenanigans, or sitting and listening to his two favorite people hyperfixate on something. They like tea and flowers and rain and tackling people as a love language.
I do accept drawings and fanart and such; that's why his ref is unshaded.
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'ऐ खुदा! तू उसे हमसे मरहूम मत कर जिसके बिना हम रह नहीं पाएंगे, जिसके बिना हम जी नहीं पाएंगे | ऐ मालिक! दुनिया भर से हमने अपने जज़्बात छुपाए मगर तुझसे क्या छुपा है, मेरे मालिक | हम तेरे सामने अपना सिर झुकाते हैं, भीख माँगते हैं , तू उसकी जान बक्ष दे| हिंदुस्तान का शहंशाह दो जहां के शहंशाह से भीख मांग रहा है, इल्तिजा है हमारी |
तू रहमत वाला है रहमत कर, तू करीम है करम कर, तू सबसे ताकतवर है अपनी ताकत दिखा दे |
हम मर जायेंगे जी नहीं पाएंगे उसके बगैर |'
transliteration undercut
ae khuda! tu use humse marhoom mat kar, jiske bina hum reh nahi payenge, jiske bina hum jee nahi payenge. ae malik, duniya bhar se humne apne jazbaat chupaye hain, magar tujhse kya chhupa hai, mere malik. hum tere saamne apna sir jhukate hain bheekh mangte hain tu uski jaan baksh de.
hindustan ka shehenshaah, do jahaan ke shehenshaah se bheekh maangta hai, iltijah hai humari
tu rehmat wala hai rehmat kar, tu kareem hai, karam kar tu sabse takatwar hai, apni taakat dikhade,
hum mar jayenge jee nahi payenge uske bagair
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The Winged Servant - 2
cws: royal whump, winged whumpee, manipulation, threats of punishment, whumpee is super conditioned, female whumper, male whumpee, lmk if i missed any!
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I knocked on Her Majesty’s door and entered as soon as I heard “Come in,” careful not to let any of her food get out of place while I held the tray in one hand. Most of it wasn’t difficult, just the grapes—I’d only ever had problems with the grapes, because they were the only food item in Her Majesty’s breakfast that would roll around with any movement. Luckily, everything stayed in place as the tray passed from hand to hand as I closed the door softly behind me.
“You’re late.”
Fuck. Was I late? I hadn’t noticed, but the edges of my memory were fuzzy this morning, it was early, I-
I hadn’t bowed. That was something I was supposed to do every time I was in the presence of Her Majesty. I really was performing horribly this morning. I could fix this. I could fix this. I knew how to fix things like this. “My apologies, Your Majesty,” I told her, dropping to my knees and leaning forward. My wings were sore, but the sooner I perfected my behavior the sooner they would rest, so I pushed them forward and out until I could freeze in the picturesque bow that Her Majesty liked me to be in.
“Don’t mumble to me.”
“My apologies, Your Majesty,” I repeated, enunciating this time. She was right; it was disrespectful not to speak as clearly as possible to her. “I was awoken earlier than I’m used to, but I shouldn’t have taken so long to get here. It won’t happen again.”
“Christ, Onyx, now you’re trying to pin the blame of your incompetence on waking up early? That’s a pathetic excuse, and besides, you’re my servant. You’re supposed to be able to do the things I need you to. Do I need to remind you of that?”
I would not shake. I would not shake, it made me look pathetic and it would make her breakfast move around on the tray. She hated when it did that, and I didn’t think I could stand her being mad at me for another thing right now, no matter how deserved.
“I have places to be,” she told me as she pulled the tray of food out of my hands, and I released the breath I’d been holding. “Do not think that you’re off the hook for this morning, but I don’t have time for this right now. We'll revisit this tonight. Understand?”
I nodded, standing back up. Maybe if I did everything else right today I could get back in her good graces. I’d still have to be punished for being late, of course—that was deserved and I needed it to become better—but I still did hate it when Her Majesty was angry with me.
At least I managed to keep my mouth shut and keep myself from digging myself into deeper holes throughout the rest of the morning. My only job right now was to dress Her Majesty in the red dress that was currently laid on the bed. I breathed shallowly as I laced up the back, trying to keep my stomach from rumbling simply from the smell of her toast as she ate it. She didn’t usually finish the toast, and her scraps were mine as long as no one else walked in, but not if I couldn’t just be good for the rest of the morning.
“I have an important meeting today,” Her Majesty told me as I clasped her necklace from behind her. “You are not to interrupt under any circumstances, unless I call you. My career depends on this. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
She sighed again, turning around to face me. “You’re much more trouble than you’re worth, you know. You’re lucky I take care of you like this, especially on days like today where you barely have to do anything. Just your regular cleaning and cooking.”
“Yes, Your Majesty, I am lucky, I am very grateful, thank you.”
The ghost of a smile played out across her lips. “Good. You should be. Now start cleaning my room, and don’t leave my bed sheets all wrinkly like last time." She swept out of the room, and I was left alone again.
She’d left half of a piece of toast on the breakfast tray, along with almost all of her grapes. Our strawberry jam was running out, but the sugary-sweet taste alone made me practically melt into the floor while I ate the toast.
Her Majesty the queen was fully within her rights to eat every scrap of her breakfast, or to not finish it but not give the scraps to me. That would be fine of her, and I would still be grateful for everything she did for me. I understood that my place as a servant was permanently below her.
God, though. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for a steady supply of the strawberry jam.
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