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mydemimonde · 9 months

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my tears ricochet — aemond targaryen x reader one-shot

warnings: angst with no happy ending. mention and description of miscarriage, depression, character death, aemond being an asshole. no beta reading! i like alys but i needed to make her kind of a bitch for this

words: 4500ish

A/N: i hope you like this little piece of writing, took me like five hours lmao. english is not my first language so expect some mistakes. i have an upcoming fic with aemond x oc, if you're interested in reading it, here's a sneak peak. enjoy your reading! ♡

We gather here, we line up Weeping in a sunlit room, and If I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too

The words that left Aemond’s mouth cut deep in your skin. Your heart was heavy, a huge sharp pain was pressing your chest and you felt like vomiting. You were thankful you were sitting, otherwise your legs would have failed you.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, you could only hear his muffled voice, as if it was distant. The air grew thick with tension as Aemond’s words hung between you two, the Sun lighting the dark room.

“Alys and I…”

You have heard plenty of rumours about your husband and that woman in Harrenhal. You refused to believe them, you were sure your husband was an honourable man who loved you and respected you deeply. But apparently it was not like that.

All you could do was stare blankly at the fireplace, no emotion showing in your face, your hands together on your lap and some tears falling down on your cheeks, while he kneeled before you, explaining to you what happened, tears spilling from his eyes at the fact that he betrayed you. His dear wife.

“I swear to you, Y/N” he placed his hand on his chest, his voice broken and barely above a whisper “there is nothing else between us. I ended the matter”.

You stopped a bitter laugh from escaping your lips. Ended the matter? That was far from happening, you were sure of it. That morning, when he arrived with Cole and his men, a brunette lady in a green dress came as well.

Oh, yes. He even dared to bring her to the Keep.

According to Aemond, before he confessed his betrayal, that woman was an important asset to win the war for the Iron Throne against his half-sister and uncle. She could see things before they happened, she had visions and he needed her.

But to you, it was beyond that.

How could he betray you in that way and have the audacity to bring the woman he betrayed you with to your home? How could he do such a thing to you after everything you had to endure?

Memories of the weeks after you lovely wedding flashed through your mind.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day

“I’m so sorry, Aemond,” you said in between sobs, hiding your face from him. You were sitting on your shared bed after the maester left your chambers. It was your second failed pregnancy, apparently you were not fertile enough for a healthy one.

The world shattered around you, you wanted to cry and scream until your throat hurt, you wanted to set everything on fire. You were not capable of keeping a child safe in your womb, you were not capable of giving your husband an heir.

“Shh, my sweet love,” Aemond’s voice was soft, his hand caressing your back as the other went to take your hands and uncover your face. Your eyes and nose were red and puffy, tears still streaming down your cheeks. He wiped the tears with his thumb and hugged your shaking figure, trying to calm you down. “Listen to me. This was not your fault. None of it”

“But, Aemond, I-”

“No,” he interrupted, looking at you with a serious expression. “Do not blame yourself for this. It is a terrible thing that happened, yes. But by no means was it your fault, I want you to understand that” his thumb stroked your cheek as you regained your breath.

“Aemond, you heard the maester. I’m incapable of giving you a child” water began to pool in your eyes again, remembering what the wise man told you with a sorrowful look.

He nodded. “Yes, I have heard him. But I do not love you less for that. Y/N, I love you for being you, my dear wife. Not for what you can or cannot give me. I only care and crave for your love.”

You believed every word he said, every promise, every look directed at you and every touch he gave you. Oh, how stupid you felt now.

Since you were not looking at him nor saying anything, he took your hands in his. That caught your attention and you flinched, finally looking at him.

With a quivering and threatening voice, you managed to say: “Get out”.

After that morning, you still slept in the same chambers and bed. You slept on your edge of the bed, turning your back to him, while he slept on his side. Sometimes you felt him staring at you, he would try to touch you or talk to you, but you were very clear to him. You needed time to think, needed time to forgive him, and he decided to respect that.

However, after feeling the bed shift every night while you pretended to sleep and hearing his footsteps early in the morning right before waking up, you decided you would not forgive him.

You cried into your pillow every time he left, spending the night in another chamber. Her chambers.

Soon you began feeling terribly sick, you would wake up with nausea, vomiting your breakfast and with awful migraines.

“You are with child, princess” the maester’s words echoed in your head, trying to assimilate them.

“That… that’s impossible” you shook your head and smiled sadly. “I have already lost two. I am not capable of carrying a healthy pregnancy” you repeated the words the maester had told you several moons before.

The old man chuckled. “You are almost three moons in, princess” you blinked. “You need to trust this old man. This one is safe. But listen very carefully” his expression turned serious, your eyes wide with surprise as you nodded. “It is imperative that you follow a healthy diet to keep this child safe. You must avoid all kinds of strong emotions and stressful situations.”

Oh. Right.

You just nodded, taking mental note of his suggestions. “Thank you, master”.

He left your chambers and you stayed there, standing next to the fireplace, a hand lingering on your belly. You were now with child. Aemond’s child. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, thinking about what to do next, but especially about how you were feeling.

Happy? Relieved? Sad? It was all a mix of feelings that made you uneasy. You’ve been confirmed that this was a safe pregnancy, or at least it was if you followed the maester’s instructions. You should be happy, right?

But after remembering what Aemond had told you weeks before and his activities during the nights, you realised that happiness was impossible. You were unsure if after you told him the news, he would stop seeing her. After all, he promised their affair would cease, and he did not keep his word.

The sound of someone knocking on the door pulled you from your trance. “Yes?”

Queen Alicent, your mother-in-law stepped in the room. Her eyebrows were furrowed, a worried look in her face. “My dear, I have seen the maester come from your chambers”. She came closer to you, examining you and taking one of your hands in hers. “Is there anything wrong?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you could not find the words. “I- uhm” you cleared your throat and looked at your hands. “I’m fine, your Grace”

Alicent tilted her head. “You’re with child, aren’t you?” you lifted your head, your gaze wide and lips parting. She only smiled. “A mother notices things. I have noticed you have been feeling ill. Nausea and migraines” she explained, leading you to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I started with the same symptoms when I had Aegon in my womb. And from the look on the maester’s face, it appears that you and the baby will be safe”

You just blinked at her words. Certainly, mothers can notice things.

“Indeed, your Grace” suddenly you felt like crying. “I do not know how to tell Aemond, he-” you closed your eyes and looked at your hands. You took a deep breath as Alicent caressed your hair. You looked back up at her. “I know he has been seeing that witch every night. I see him do that. He swore to me he would stop, but-”

The Queen nodded and grimaced. She did not like that woman either. It was a shame for her that her (favourite) son would bring her mistress there. The fact that he in fact had a mistress was a shame itself. How could he disrespect his wife, his mother and his whole family like that?

Something inside you told you she already knew. “I’m so sorry, my dear” she hugged you and you felt at peace for a moment. Queen Alicent was truly like a mother to you.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace 'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

After your conversation with Queen Alicent, you decided to tell Aemond the news. For a moment, you hoped that if he heard what you had to say, he would immediately abandon the witch’s side and come back to you. You may still forgive him after all…

The Queen had arranged a feast in your honour. It would be the moment where you would tell him the news, with the rest of the family. You met Aemond in your chambers, right when you were finishing preparing yourself, you were combing your long hair when he entered the room.

His expression confused you. “I am afraid, my love, that I will not be able to escort you to supper. I have some unattended matter in the Council”

You frowned and felt quite disappointed. “But you will be able to attend, right?” you already felt a wave of desperation through your body. “Your mother has arranged this in our honour, you must not be absent.”

Aemond let out an exasperated sigh that took you by surprise. “I will, Y/N. It is just that I will be joining later with Cole, that is all.”

And so you walked to the Great Hall alone. Aegon, Helaena, Otto and Alicent, as well as some members of the Council —except from Aemond and Cole, of course— were already there, waiting for you.

When Alicent saw you entering the Hall with a blank expression and no sight of Aemond by your side, the corners of her mouth curved downwards. She approached you. “My dear Y/N, where is Aemond?”

You lifted your eyebrows. “He said he would be late. He had matters to attend in the Council.”

Her expression softened as she caressed your arm. “Well then, come with me. Let us have a seat and we may wait for him” you followed the Queen and sat next to her, to her right. There was an empty seat next to you, meant for Aemond.

You fidgeted with your hands on your lap, anxiety coursing through your veins as you lifted your head to glance at the doors. You have been there waiting for almost twenty minutes, the musicians were already playing some quiet music, the sound of people chatting filled your ears.

Suddenly, the doors opened. Everyone stood up from their chairs and the music stopped. It was Ser Criston Cole who entered. Alone. He found your gaze in the crowded room, a sorrowful and sorry look on his face.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you had to witness later. Your husband made his way into the Hall, with Alys Rivers on his arm next to him.

One of her hands lingered over her belly.

You heard Alicent scoff next to you, shaking her head at the sight. You, on the other hand, could not utter a word. You felt sick to your stomach, you wanted to run away from there. But your feet did not seem to move, it was as if they were glued to the floor.

Aemond met your empty gaze for a few seconds before moving towards the chairs in front of him. He pulled one for Alys, she thanked him with a soft smile that he returned and sat.

You could not stand being there, in the same room as them.

You turned your heels and ran away from there as soon as you could, tears spilling and making your vision blurry as your legs moved fast. You heard footsteps behind you, and a soft grip on your arm made you stop in your tracks. You turned your head and saw Aemond’s eye scanning you, noticing the way your cheeks were damped with your tears.

“Y/N, let us go back to the Hall”

Rage flowed through you like dragonfire. “Get your fucking hands off me!” you yelled with a brittle voice and freed from his grip with a strong tug.

That took Aemond by surprise, his wide eye proving it. You were staring at him like he was the biggest scum in the world. Which he was. And that felt like a dagger through his heart.

“Y/N, my dear, please listen to me” he pleaded with a low voice, trying to reach your hand.

“So now that whore is part of the Council?” you answered bitterly. He did not move nor said anything. “How dare you humiliate me in front of everyone? How dare you disrespect your wife and your mother in such a way?” you spat, nostrils flaring with anger.

Once again, he tried to reason with you. “My love, I promis-” he was interrupted by a slap across his face, startling him.

“Do not fucking call me that” you warned him, waving your index finger to him to turn around and leave to your chambers.

That night, you just let the anger and sadness take over you, sobbing into the pillow as Aemond heard everything outside the door. He stayed there the whole night, his back against the cold door, waiting for you to open it. But you refused to let him in, and so he fell asleep on the floor.

He was awakened by Cole in the early hours of the morning, and since he did not hear an answer when he knocked on the door, he forced it open, searching for you. But you were nowhere to be found.

He called your name, but you did not answer. He just heard some muffled sobs in the toilet, the door was locked. “Y/N? Y/N please, let me in.”

You just muttered a small “Please, leave me alone”. Aemond’s gaze fell to the floor for a few moments, and he was ready to leave you again, you just needed time to think. You would come to your senses again, and you would listen to what he had to say. Everything would be back to normal.

Just when he was ready to leave with Cole, he heard the sound of metal hitting the ground, so he forced the door, worried about you. What he saw made his breath hitch.

You were on your knees on the floor, crying, your hands and the white gown you wore to sleep was covered in blood. Your blood. Your gaze found his, and you managed to yell. “I said leave me alone!”

Aemond fell to your side immediately, ordering Cole to fetch a maester. He began examining you, trying to find the source of the blood, but you were not harmed. He lifted your gown and saw your legs damped with blood as well. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/N…”

“Almost three moons in” you cut him. “The maester said it would be a safe pregnancy, if I followed his instructions. Avoid stressful situations.”

Aemond’s heart dropped listening to your words. He could not say a word for a while, he just kept looking at you. “I-I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Sorry does not change anything” your voice was harsh, your eyes felt like daggers on him. “You chose her over me. You chose her over our marriage, our baby, and now our child is gone. Is gone because of you. You killed it.”

He felt everything around him stop, it was like you took his heart and squeezed hard with your cruel words. But he deserved it. He deserved all your anger, and more.

“Go back to her. She needs you, Aemond, I’m sure she does. The baby she carries needs his father, do not do the same you did to me” you swallowed, watching his reaction.

“Y/N, I told you, we ended everything. She was at supper with me last evening because as you well said, she is part of the Council. She is valuable” he was trying so hard to make you believe his words.

You laughed bitterly. “Do you think I’m stupid, Aemond? I know what you do every night, when I pretend to sleep. I know you go back to her. Every fucking night. You reek of her, Aemond” you sneered at him, letting him see how much you hated him now. “I know for sure she is expecting a child, your child.”

Tears began to spill from your eyes again, but you did not let them fall. You did not wish for him to see you that vulnerable again.

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet

After the maester had arrived, he instructed Aemond to leave the chambers. Your words and the way you looked at him with hate, no not hate, repulsion, were still engraved in his mind. As he left the room he heard your sobs, it was a sound that broke his heart. How could he hurt you, his beloved wife? He was responsible for your heartbreak and the loss of your child.

That day he decided he would try once again to have your trust and love back. He sent a maester to Alys’ chambers to give her moon tea. Then, a guard would escort her outside the Keep, a carriage would be waiting for her to return to her home.

He let that affair and bargain destroy his marriage, but he would do anything to amend it.

He went to your shared chambers, it was a cold night, the wind howled outside the Keep and only his footsteps were heard in the corridors. He opened the door, the wind was so strong it threatened to close it, but Aemond was stronger and managed to open it. He expected to see you lying on your bed, resting after the maester gave you some milk of the poppy, but he did not see you there.

Aemond looked around the dark room and found you in your white gown. His heart began to pound fast in his chest, his hands began to shake as he caught sight of you, your feet perched on the window still looking down.

His steps were silent, calculated, trying not to scare you. But you already knew he was there, you heard the door being opened and you knew it was him. You did not look back at him, not even when he was begging you not to do anything insane. He came closer, carefully offering you his hand.

“Y/N please,” his voice gentle yet tinged with desperation. “Step back, please, just take my hand”.

At the sound of his voice, you slowly turned around, facing him with empty eyes. His eyebrows drew together in deep concern, his lips slightly parted. He let out a small sigh of relief as you placed your hand on his palm, but before he could grab it, you gave him what could only be described as a sad smile and slipped through his fingers, letting yourself fall.

Your funeral was held a few days later, Aemond gave Vhagar the command to set your corpse on fire. As Vhagar saw the tears in her rider’s eyes, she let out a loud roar, full of sorrow. Aemond stared at the flames, incapable of moving as his cheeks were wet with warm tears.

As he turned to leave, however, he felt a certain uneasiness. He began looking around the field, and he swore he saw your figure standing behind a tree, watching him. He blinked rapidly, but you disappeared.

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky) And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

That night after the funeral, Aemond cried silently as he clung to one of your dresses. It still had your smell, it was as if you were right there with him. In the dimly lit room, shadows danced like spectres, casting an otherworldly ambiance.

It was right there, through tear-blurred vision, that he saw you. Your ghostly figure stood next to the window, looking through it, an apparition bathed in a haunting glow. You were sobbing. Aemond's breath caught in his throat, the ache in his chest growing immeasurably.

“Y/N?” he asked with a trembling voice, standing up slowly to approach you. Your sobbing never ceased as you turned to see him. Your eyes were glinted with a seething anger, the tears you shed were like salt in his wounds, a reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon you.

Just before he could get closer to you, you climbed to the window sill. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he realised what you intended. He lunged forward, his hand outstretched in a futile attempt to stop you, but it was too late. You jumped, slipping through his fingers once again.

Aemond could not sleep well. After that, he began seeing you and feeling you everywhere. During his training, when he could not concentrate and fell on his back missing Cole’s attacks, he saw your figure staring at him from the roof. During his visits to the library, in the solemn silence, he could hear your sobs. During supper, he could feel your hand linger over his shoulder, just like the way you used to do.

He would see your reflection in the mirror, looking at him with pure anger, your face contorted with rage.

Every night, the same thing would happen. He would see you standing next to the window, sobbing, turning to glare at him just to jump afterwards. He had to witness your death over and over again, slipping through his fingers. It was driving him insane.

He was sleep deprived. He requested the maesters to give him something so that he could find sleep. However, your late visits never ceased. You continued haunting him, he did not know what else to do to stop this.

One night, there was a storm raging outside, loud thunders and lightning streaking across the sky illuminated the room. Aemond drank the tea the maester had given him earlier, trying to get some rest.

Your sobs interrupted his peaceful sleep. He rubbed his eyes and saw you standing there, looking at him with a mix of rage and sorrow. Before you could repeat the actions from previous nights and climb through the window, he dashed across the room and fell to his knees.

“Y/N, I beg you!” he pleaded through a strangled cry, his hands clutching his chest. You turned your body to him, watching as he cried before you, his other hand covering his face. “I am miserable without you, my love. I am so sorry for the pain and suffering I caused you!”

Your sobs came to a halt, listening to his desperate laments and pleadings. You approached him without saying a word and he lifted his head to look at you.

“I am living in torment, I am in agony, Y/N. I know I hurt you deeply, I know I deserve all of this” he moved his hands, gesturing at the room. “I’ll carry the guilt of what happened to you and our child with me, always.” His voice was full of remorse, his hands shaking terribly as he spoke.

He swallowed and closed his eyes, feeling the weight on his shoulder starting to vanish. He could not apologise to you when you were alive, the guilt ate him. But now he had the opportunity to do so, even if it was too late.

Your hardened expression softened at his words, feeling your heart clenching at the sight of him like this.

“Aemond.” Your voice came out as a haunting whisper, as if the wind carried it, and it reached his ears, sending shivers through his spine. “I cannot leave this place. I am a prisoner here.” You explained as you extended a hand to caress his cheek. Your touch was cold against his skin, but he closed his eyes and leaned into it.

“You caused me great pain, husband. This is why I haunt you every day and night.”

Aemond’s eyes opened and he rose to his feet. He took your pale cold hands in his and looked into your eyes. “I beg you to forgive me, Y/N. I cannot undo the past, I wish I could. But I need you to do that. You need to be free as well, I do not wish you to continue suffering.”

Your brows furrowed and your eyes became watery. “I loved you, Aemond. I loved you til my very last day.”

“I still love you, Y/N. And I apologise for everything. You were too good for me.” A tear ran down his cheek, a bittersweet smile graced his features as the memories of your happy marriage filled his mind. Fragments of your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes would shine with love as you looked at him. Fragments of your life together before his mistakes.

Your foreheads touched. “I loved you, Aemond. But I cannot forgive you” you whispered and he gulped. He could feel your breath fanning his face, your lips were so close to touching.

Aemond did not know if it would be wise to kiss you, but he missed you so much and longed for your touch, your lips, his body and heart ached.

Your hands were carefully placed around his neck, and you chose to close the distance giving him a sweet kiss from your cold clay lips.

The next day after the ferocious storm, Aemond's lifeless form lay on the ground, next to the window. He was found by Cole and Otto, who walked into his chambers after not hearing word from the Prince all morning.

They gathered around him. His eye was closed, his slightly parted lips holding the faintest trace of a serene smile. His death was sudden, and it was said he died from the pain of losing his wife and child. It could have not been an attack, there were no signs of it, no signs from any wound in his body.

There were no signs of violence, other than the strange marks of slender fingers, like ghostly imprints around his neck.

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Mileena’s Girlfriend„

Saw someone say there isn’t enough MKfem characters x fem reader so here we are ! Fem Reader

Meeting | MKX

You’d def be from Outworld

From the time where she ruled Outworld; before Kotal Khan rebelled against her

Her being Khan obviously you adored her and you couldn’t rlly get close to someone of such high status

However! When she was overthrown it wasn’t too hard to get close to her seeing as she was stripped of her previous status

Just go and join her rebellion lmao

Bonding

Ngl I don’t think she’d care if you’re strong or not just if you’re loyal to her cause

Her multiple failures in trying to regain her throne put her in quite the sour mood

So she’d appreciate if you threw in any new ideas or if you’re dumb as hell like me comforting her is fine too

If you shared any of your food/supplies with her personally(rather than the whole group) she’d be kinda embarrassed to rely on you

Especially if she is physically stronger than you

If you talk about how untrustworthy Tanya is in the beginning she’d be upset with you and distance herself so just wait until ur closer with her/have tangible evidence

She doesn’t take her mask off often in daily passing; excluding during battle ofc

But if you do catch her with her mask down she’d be hasty to put it back up

“You’re really beautiful, Mileena. You know that right?”

“Of course I know that.”

She’d def play off your comment but she’s DYING on the inside of embarrassment

If you specifically pick out a gift for her she’ll be happy and smile under her mask

She’ll start to linger around you more and when planning she’ll always sit next to you

She’s really desperate for love and will grasp onto anything like Shao Khan and Tanya who obviously didn’t truly care for her

Light | End

Depending if you convince her to stop the rebellion/run away with you changes the outcome of your relationship during the original/MKX timeline

If you don’t and go along with her plan to use the amulet you’ll probably die protecting her

Of course the same events as MKX go down with her execution but it’ll be prolonged💀

Kiss one another, die for each other 😦 - Katy Perry or Demi Lovato I don’t remember Ngl

If you do convince her to call off the rebellion it’ll be great!

Of course you can’t just throw a rebellion and walk away unscathed

So you’re gonna have to go into hiding or just cross realms altogether

Methinks she likes physical touch

Think hugs, kisses, hand holding, etc.

You probably wouldn’t be able to stay in one place for long so you’re constantly on the move

Mileena is a big fan of sleeping together though she rlly jus needs comfort bro💀

She’d pick you up and carry you if your into that(totally wouldn’t start freaking out if she dropped you)

When/If you escape to another realm you’ll take on a more relaxing life

Of course you guys don’t stop training just in case but it’s better than being on the run constantly

Taking on a more domestic lifestyle

You’d do a lot of single person tasks together just because

Taking out trash? She’ll help

Washing clothes? She’ll hang them up to dry

She’s not a good cook by any means but she’ll help where she can

She’ll def match outfits with you especially if you guys are the same size she’ll just wear your shit

Depending if you live amongst a dense population she’ll keep her face hidden in case anyone were to recognize her

If you live in a secluded village she’ll take off her mask more often and when the people get used to you guys she’ll keep it off

She can’t sew/patch up clothes for shit so if anything rips she’ll just stand there and watch you do it

You’d never have an actual wedding but the people of your community would totally come over if you guys hosted an informal relationship confirmation

“I’m grateful to take you as my wife.”

“And you as mine.”

Raiden the nosy bitch would obviously notice your presence no matter how much you try

Being EarthRealm’s protector ‘n all

Seeing as you guys are peaceful living he would only tell Kotal if Kotal asked for additional information

Pre-Shinok Raiden ofc

Overall she’ll defend you against the world all at the expense of you loving her

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aleksanderscult · 7 months

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Part 5 of Aleksander Morozova being a jealous bitch

Honestly, now that I searched and found his jealousy moments in "Ruin and Rising", I realize how 1000× jealous he is. And that's because he doesn't only have Mal as a love rival but now he also has Prince Nikolai fucking Lantsov (aka our little pookie) to deal with as a competitor for Alina's attention (he really can't get a rest💀).

Let's get it on and witness Aleksander getting more and more feral.

(Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and the bonus content btw💛)

"His Sun Summoner"

He's so possessive please--

Also the fact that Alina threw a chapel on his face and Aleksander being "I want my wife back!😩"

"I'll give you diamonds, pearls and gold, just someone bring her here".

He's soo jealous!

"You chose HiM 😒 not me.😔"

The very thought that Alina keeps going back to a otkazat'sya drives him insane and makes him do rushed decisions.

Also the vibe is so: "AFter YoU RuN FrOm Me AfTeR YoU ChOsE😠🤮

*coughs and composes himself*

So yeah anyway we could have ruled together😊"

He's so embittered with them. The fact that they are so close to her and he is not.

(Now he also calls Nikolai names LMAO)

And the fact that even though Nikolai can make Alina a Queen and a powerful one, the Darkling is still NOT satisfied with it. He wants to be the one sitting beside her. Not a royal bastard who betrayed him and now opposes him.

Also, he doesn't consider Nikolai worthy of the throne. The fact that he calls him "pup" shows that he considers him young, inexperienced and foolish (and also hints at his illegitimate birth).

He believes that Alina is above these men.

THIS MOMENT IS GOLD

Let's take it from the beginning.

He can't understand how she keeps falling for mortals (Mal and Nikolai) and he seems genuinely baffled by it. It would seem more logical if she felt attraction for him. A powerful Grisha with immortality (aka. someone like her). But no, she chooses men that are nothing. That will soon die.

As if he didn't have relationships with otkazat'sya.

The also genuine surprise when Alina tells him that he liked him at the beginning LMAO

He's like: "Me? You liked me🥺?"

And the fact that Alina keeps surprising him makes her more desirable for him. He likes it.

Yes, basically here he's like: "DO I SENSE A FONDNESS FOR HIM??"

He's so possessive. The moment a living being shows interest for Alina, it's over for that bitch. And the moment Alina shows interest for another man, it's also over for that bitch.

(Also, he just refuses to speak the names of the men that he feels jealousy for. Now Nikolai is "that Lantsov pup", "your Lantsov prince". When someone tries to be close to Alina, he writes them off lmao)

Finally, here he is testing to see if she cares about him. And the fact that he smiled while saying that line says to me that he had already decided how to punish Nikolai. But now that Alina likes Nikolai, not only is his fate irrevocably sealed but the Darkling knows that Alina will be in pain for what comes next. And he will enjoy seeing that.

He's like: "You like him? Just wait and see what I'll do to him."

Yeah okay he might try to provoke her here BUT HE WANTS TO KNOW

Yes, Nikolai has kissed Alina and the Darkling knows this but have they slept together?? Has that Lantsov prince made her his?? He doesn't know. He suspects it. And the thought alone makes him punish Nikolai in a fitting way. Turn him into a bloodthirsty monster and these two will never be together again. Perfect.

And next he pulls her heartstrings. What will happen to Mal?? Will he stay devoted to her even if Alina marries Nikolai? He tries to put doubts in her mind and break their bond.

(You bet your asses that Aleksander is also jealous of Mal's future position. He wants to be at Alina's feet too🫠).

OKAY BUT HERE I NEED MORE CLARIFICATION FROM THE AUTHOR.

Why did his fingers tightened on the edge of the table?? What was his thinking, Leigh?? Give us his POV!!

Obviously he tries not to show anything (as usual) but still his emotions get the better of him and I have two theories of why he reacted that way.

1) Because she mentioned Mal. And even the mere mention of that name makes him choke blood.

2) Because of the reminder that if he appeared as he truly was at Alina, she would turn him away. A fact which hurted him and still hurts him to know. (Kinda reminds you of that moment in "Shadow and Bone" when Alina flinched from his touch, huh?😉😏). Every time Alina avoids him, his presence, his touch, it hurts him and drives him crazy.

He wants her to want him. As he is. Without Aleksander having to wear the face of an otkazat'sya.

It might be one of these theories, both of them or none of them (although personally I would bet it's the second one)

Also, his curiosity to know if Mal is the one Alina still wants. I believe he already knows the answer deep down. But still he tests her.

The jealousy. The bitterness. The sarcasm.

Three things that he displays so openly here.

The disdain he spits on the line "Fly back home to your otkazat'sya. Hold him tight" is so prevalent you can hear it through the freaking paper.

He is furious that she rejected his advances a moment ago. Furious that she keeps doing this to him but still she doesn't do that to her tracker.

Oh no no....To her tracker she is willing and loving. To him she is not.

It gives the vibe of "You don't let me touch you or kiss you. You keep pushing me back. So go back to that mortal and hold him if he's the one you want😡"

Random but I believe him when he says that he had regretted many things he had to do in this war. He didn't take pleasure when he killed Grisha. To him they are kin. People to protect.

But back to his jealous ass, he doesn't give a fuck for what he's about to do to Nikolai. He wants to punish him and torture him for:

1) Betraying him in "Siege and Storm"

2) Taking Alina away from him

3) Kissing Alina

4) Proposing marriage to Alina

5) Being a thorn at his side while he ruled as King ('cause Nikolai put him obstacles etc.)

6) Hiding Alina from him

So. Four out of six reasons were about Alina LMAO. Jealous bitch.

Here, ladies and gentlemen, he piqued his possessive side.

He wants to cut off anything Alina knows. Anything and anyone she loves. So the only person she'll have to turn to for company, protection and love will be him. Only him and no one else.

He knows that Alina depends too much over the ones she loves. And as long as they are alive, he cannot have her completely. So what is his great plan?

KILL THEM ALL.

Yeah. Not a great plan but anyway.

That's it! This is the end of this amazing (and petty) meta of the Darkling's jealousy moments. It really took five parts of this to finish (his salty moments are innumerable). It was really fun for me and hope you liked it too!

(but I might post some bonus content from RoW👀)

If you want me to write any other meta about him, Alina or their relationship then just ask😉

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I’ve seen some takes on people saying “creators are allowed to express their issues with people who shit on their work”, like…..yeah creators can do whatever they want but…..it was just a fucking analysis video on why two people thought the show wasn’t good anymore. That’s it. I actually think the real reason Viv was so ticked off from this vid is that unlike the other critique videos, these two people were also professional writers in the industry, so it made Viv feel VERY insecure and pissy and it shows. Like…“how DARE other writers not like my show? How dare other writers speak up about why they don’t think MY writing is good? That’s so mean GGGRRR!”

And guess what? Writers criticize other writers all the time Viv, welcome to the real world. She honestly has no right to even speak on the video anyway because she so obliviously didn’t watch it, or all the way through. Accusing them of “not just understanding how writing works” (or whatever bullshit excuse she wanted to use to hide the fact that she was clearly foaming at the mouth behind the keyboard) just shows that Viv just…doesn’t get it. What’s worse is that fans once again are putting words in her mouth and trying to speak on why she was so upset and defend her, and Viv ends up liking that tweet. I’ve seen people say that “you can criticize things without being a dick” and I’m sorry….as someone who watched the video….how were they being dicks? They were legit calm, understanding and straightforward throughout the entire thing, Viv just takes this all to heart. I think the one that ticked me off the most is that people are upset that they had said they felt like none of this was planned ahead, when VIV HAS LITERALLY ADMITTED THAT SHE DIDN’T PLAN THIS SHIT AHEAD. They’re literally fucking right LMAO. And finally, seeing that Viv has replied to people and only NOW at the last minute goes “oh yeah I guess I should say don’t harass anyone pls!”- like……Viv the deed is done. I know you’re not an idiot, you know your fanbase is batshit and once they see you upset they go feral to your defense so..yeah that doesn’t do anything, you knew exactly what you were doing.

What would be more helpful is to actually take down your shit fit unsubtle tweet but you can’t do that either because you love the attention and are desperate for your ego to be stroked so badly. The fact that a fan had to push her to even say not to harass anyone since she couldn’t do it herself since she is too blinded by her rage is sad. Yes creators are allowed to be upset but like others have been saying, do y’all see Rebecca Sugar hop to twitter to whine and bitch since her show has become a joke recently? No. Do y’all see the creators of Q-Force hop to twitter to bitch about their negative feedback? No. Do y’all see Dana Terrace hop to twitter to complain about the feedback she’s gotten for the Owl house? No. It’s called being a professional and not letting negative feedback get to you. It’s accepting that you’re going to get hate, criticism, and feedback and not taking it to heart. It’s a normal part of being a creator and writer, it happens to almost EVERYONE in the entertainment business, you’re going to get knocked down, you’re going to get criticized, and the best thing you can do is ignore it and keep moving forward, or acknowledge it and keep pushing yourself to be the best you can be. Viv on the other hand is so used to people grappling at her feet, babying her, pampering her and protecting her like some spoiled rich girl with too much power, so when someone in her eyes threatens her throne, she gets upset. Viv….if this is how you really react to feedback and criticism, then you need to wake up because this is how the real world works, and if you can’t do that, log off of twitter or just get off the internet completely since you obliviously don’t know how the internet works either. This woman won’t survive when Hazbin drops.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #anti vivziepop #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #vivziepop #vivziepop critique

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esther-dot · 1 year

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Martin loves circular endings and irony though and endings where history rhymes. So Jon back at the wall makes a ton of sense thematically. I remember watching the show before even reading the books and when we we found out that Aemon, the maester at the wall, was a Targ and came to the wall/became a maester almost in a self-sacrificial way to not cause any problems re future claims to the Iron Throne my first thought was 'Yeah, this is gonna be Jon's endgame. Aemon is his mirror character and he will end up back at the wall repeating history.' Low and behold 8 years later I was right lmao. A lot of Jon fans don't like his ending because they think he's a hero and good guy so he doesn't deserve to go back to the wall. The nature of tragic or ironic endings are not about what characters deserve, half the characters in the books didn't deserve what happened to them, that's what makes it tragic and ironic.

Aemon, the maester at the wall, was a Targ and came to the wall/became a maester almost in a self-sacrificial way to not cause any problems re future claims to the Iron Throne

Why must you hurt me this way?

'Yeah, this is gonna be Jon's endgame. Aemon is his mirror character and he will end up back at the wall repeating history.'

Stop, I beg.

Low and behold 8 years later I was right lmao.

Listen here, you smug bastard! 😂

A lot of Jon fans

I am of the variety

don't like his ending

it fucking sucks, but go on

because they think he's a hero

wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head --> Longclaw descended

and good guy so he doesn't deserve to go back to the wall

NO ONE DESERVES TO BE AT THE WALL IT IS A CORRUPT INSTITUTION USED TO UNJUSTLY PUNISH BOYS! FORCED VOWS OF CELIBACY ARE WRONG! THE IDEA OF PREVENTING SOMEONE FROM FEELING LOVE IS STUPID AND TAKING THEIR FUTURE FROM THEM IS VILE! (*screams for 17 minutes*) AND ANOTHER THING-- (*slaps myself*) —I'm not overly fond of the Watch, now that you mention it.

The nature of tragic or ironic endings are not about what characters deserve, half the characters in the books didn't deserve what happened to them

Oh. I guess I could have read the whole ask before gnawing on my dresser.

that's what makes it tragic and ironic.

*gasps* You smart ass! Lmaooo. I did not see that coming from the beginning, I'm so impressed you called it that early on! And before you knew he was a Targ? Or had you clocked that by then too? That had to be the best feeling that while the rest of us were bitching and moaning you were like, tell me something I didn't know from s1. My gosh. The people you watched it with must have been so annoyed with you! Wait, if you knew Jon was Aemon-ing, who did you think would rule in the end?

#dot chat #jon's ending

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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Just wanted you to know that Dusk Till Dawn lives rent free in my head! I'm still not over it and I can't count how many times I've read it. I was wondering if I could request for more bratty vampire reader? Is Dream more of a soft or hard dom? How does brat reader act up? Like this has me on a chokehold and I just need content tbh even if you just talk about it! I'm just so curious!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy it as much as you do. It's honestly the result of too much caffeine at 2AM in the morning lmao also I'm blaming you why I never finished the fic I was working on today because this ask wouldn't leave my head!! I hope you enjoy the few headcanons below <3

warning: It got a little spicy at the end. n s f w.

Morpheus is a soft d om! I mean don't get me wrong if you step out of line he will absolutely bruise your a ss, but generally he likes to spoil you and will often give in to you.

You make him sigh alot lmao like "why don't you just do as your told" kind of sigh.

Secretly loves it when you defy him. It amuses and arous es him in equal measure.

Will normally give you a warning first when you act out, “Behave, princess.” Will be his first warning; this usually mean he’s still in the amused stage but still wants you to listen. His punishment at this stage is usually a light reprimand. “That’s enough.” Is his ‘you’re pushing your luck’ warning and your punishment will either be a spanking or denial. It’s when he goes quiet and gives you that look that you should worry. He will absolutely wreck you. Lots of edging, denial, spankings, scolding, light humiliation perhaps. Trust that you will be bed ridden the next day.

He loves the aftercare. He loves giving you a bath, brushing your hair dry next to the fireplace, soft kisses, praises and maybe gently eat you out before you fall asleep, depending on your behaviour. You’re usually fucked out at this point that you’re very obliging lmao

One thing he will never do is to punish you by withholding blood. That is your source of life, and he wouldn’t make light of it. If anything, Morpheus gets a kick out of overfeeding you with his blood as he knows from experience that it sends your senses into overdrive. It’s like an aphrodisiac for you almost, leaving you absolutely wanton and desperate for him.

Your bratty tendencies often vary. Sometimes you just want attention and Morpheus is quite attuned to your moods that you won’t have to ask. Other times you just feel like being a bitch and pester him. “I don’t really want to.” Is when your feeling mild. “You can’t make me.” Is when you’re really asking for it. You know he will absolutely make you.

You roll your eyes too much according to him. If you’re lucky enough to be across the room, you’ll just earn a dry look but if you’re within arm’s reach it’ll either be a pinch on the waist or a growl in your ear “One more. I dare you, my darling.”

He will often give you presents, like dresses and trinkets. But he especially loves to deck you in jewellery and will 100% fuck you while decked head to toe in shining jewels. Fucking you on his throne while you’re wearing a crown? He would absolutely FOLD. You’re a princess after all, in every sense of the word. He would never admit it but that alone is probably a kink to him.

#morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dream getting excited by you being annoying lmao #love that for him #and you #dream x reader #dream x you #dream imagines #morpheus imagines #tag:answered #tag:anonymous #tag:my work

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balanceoflightanddark · 11 months

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Well... I don't think that Azula hallucinating Ursa is her first hallucination.

Her reaction is slight initial surprise but then she's immeadiatley just ... annoyed. She isn't shocked or freaked out at all. It's like she's used to it. She talks to the hallucination as if it was just another day. Then she smashes the mirror, like she is fully accquainted with the fact that this isn't real.

That's not the reaction of someone who sees and hears their lost mother for the first time. No way.

(Ofc some people don't like to headcannon in this direction of her having long-lasting mental illness and prefer to think it was just a single breakdown. Which I get and is super fine).

Just thought, objectively looking at the scene, there's no freaking way this was her first hallucination.

It looks like she's been dealing with this for quite some time. And surely alone. She couldn't show weakness to Ozai. And I don't think the royal palace is big on mental health.

;

Headcanon that fits this:

Despite Azula's betrayal of Ozai (lying to him, failing him etc.), he still planned to keep using her because... that's what narcissists do. They use you as long as you can be used. And Azula is super useful! Why would he throw her away after all she did for him? When she is still so desperate for his "love"? When she could still be so very useful to him?

He wanted to keep using her, but when he saw Azula starting to "lose her mind", he decided to ditch her.

Iroh: "She's crazy and she needs to go down"

Ozai: "She's crazy... gotta ditch her. (...) Better give her the throne she never wanted so she doesn't kill me. Lmao if she turns on me im dead this bitch has blue fire, killed the avatar and conquered Ba Sing Se. She different. I still can't read maps and fire only comes out when angry"

...okay. Let me just preface this with saying that Ozai's last sentence is hilarious, is completely in-character, and should be framed.

I should also say that...since we're gonna be going into territory which is a bit of a sore subject for myself, whatever I say is not an attempt to tear you down. I do not believe in that and will try to keep this as levelheaded as possible.

With that said, while I certainly respect your opinion on Azula...I still don't believe that she has a mental illness that results in recurring hallucinations. We only have the one scene and there's only so much we can get from that. And I certainly don't think we should base everything we know of a character over their worst and lowest moment. I know because...I was guilty of that with Zuko.

But I digress.

This masterpost belongs to my dear friend @prying-pandora666 who goes into quite a bit of detail concerning Azula and mental health if you're interested. But the crux of it is, when looking at it from the lens of a professional, we don't have any evidence that Azula was mentally ill. Does that mean she wasn't? No. Of course not. It's just we don't have too much onscreen evidence to make a definitive conclusion.

And even if Azula was mentally ill (I don't think she was and was probably suffering from a mental breakdown), one should be careful to make sure it's not overemphasized to the detriment of her upbringing and Ozai's bullshit. After all, even the best kid wouldn't last too long under his parentage without getting SOME kind of trauma.

As for your headcanon, I don't necessarily believe Ozai was aware of Azula's deteriorating mental state. She didn't show any signs of it initially and he left before things got really bad. In this case though, I'd pin the blame more on Ozai's lack of focus on Book 3. Is it possible he saw the signs? Yeah, and I can believe that. Doesn't make him any less of a scumbag for abandoning her. I'd argue it makes him even worse since he left her when she needed him most after years of presenting himself as the only stable adult figure in her life.

And as a quick aside, can please stop using the "crazy and needs to go down" quote as evidence? Eshasz and Greg Baldwin both said that Iroh was in the wrong there for saying that.

...sorry. I have autism which can be constituted as a mental illness, so I get a little bit tender when discussing this. There's nothing inherently wrong with Azula being mentally ill like so many would say and you're completely within your right to believe she is. My personal advice would be to just...be careful is all. Treat Azula as a person instead of a mental illness, never try to give people the wrong idea about mental illnesses or misdiagnosing characters (especially minors) and you'll be fine.

#azula #princess azula #atla #azula deserved better #azula meta #ozai #ozai's a+ parenting #azula mental illness #anon answered #anon ask #ask answered #ask me anything

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gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot · 3 months

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Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

#gaming #funny #relatable gaming thoughts #fable iii #fable3 #fable 3 #fable #text post

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ateezmakemeweep · 2 years

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Hello Girlie..... I know you got this ask already and the anon was high but I wanna be a bit serious.....

Why are you starting fics that aren't finished yet? You might not realize it but it causes many of us unwanted anxiety and stress, but most people here are just too nice to say it.

I am a writer as well. Not on this platform but on others. And I NEVER posted any fic that wasn't finished, because I know how much anxiety it causes me when I read the fic LOVE IT TO DEATH and suddenly it's discontinued or haven't been updated in months.

I always write the entire fic first and then start to upload it weekly so my readers wouldn't get these negative feelings.

I am not saying you should do the same but I think you should stick to that one fic and finish it. I know I am gonna get backlash for this but I am only saying it because you're the best writer I've ever came across.... I read ALL OF YOUR FICS several times and love them to death, your writing style would sweep game of thrones under the rug. You're literally perfect and I love each of your works like if they would be my babies. In fact you're the one who got me into writing and I am forever thankful to you for that.

But please for the love of God finish Love is Gone...... It's my favorite fic from you till now and I am literally having panic attacks for two months since you haven't touched since then. Please I ever considered paying you just if you would finish it..... I love it so much it's killing me that it isn't finished.... It's truly a crime..... 😭😭😭😭😭

lmao i wanted to 2 bitch u out but simply couldn't bc of the flattery <3 now do not get me wrong, i 10000% understand ur point as someone who's more of a reader than writer and feels the same type of anxiety y'all do when someone doesn't update a story but at the same time, u also have to be fr (bffr, if u will) telling an "author" (bc i do this shit for fun and FOR FREE) that they're causing you stress and anxiety over a work of fiction when i'm not mentally capable enough to write a story on days where its a miracle if i brush my teeth lmao so, no, love is gone is not my top priority rn!! journal, deep breathe, do what you girls gotta do but i promise you it'll b okay and the story will b updated when my brain chemistry is back 2 normal <3 if it helps, i can post the notes so you'll c whats coming bc its fully planned but thats ab it

#💌

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moodymisty · 2 years

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Rule Breaker

Author's Note: This is totally brand new and not something I posted 2 months ago on ao3 before I made this tumblr and just revised again because I’ve improved since nooooooooo

God, Boba Fett is so ungghhhsdfsasdasd

Summary: You hadn't realized it until just now, pressed under the stare of a beskar helmet; Boba really loved using petnames for you.

Relationships: Boba Fett/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, This is basically just filth with some scene building, Established relationship, Probably not the healthiest relationship but this is smut not relationship advice, Gratuitous overuse of the petnames 'princess and little one', Protective!Boba, Daddy kink, Oral(male receiving), Deep-throating, Messy blowjob, Hair pulling, Very light degradation, Armor/helmet kink, Semi-public sex(does a throne room count as a public place?), Clothed sex, Usage of the word 'bitch'(just being safe?) You know what you’re getting into with these tags lmao I warned you

Word count: 6454

Ao3 Link

-Nayc tigaanur: no touch(ing)

Never had you expected a bounty hunter to have so many rules.

But then again, Boba wasn’t any normal bounty hunter. That much you could gather for sure, though his lips were anything but loose when it came to those matters. Beyond that he was damn well one of the galaxy’s best, and knew it.

Most of the rules of his were relatively innocuous; Common sense. Don’t mess his ship or anything in it, no touching his armor when it’s off, and never be seen or heard in the palace when 'guests' were around, with few exceptions. Which meant this particular area, the throne room, was pretty much exclusively off limits. You’d only seen it a handful of times, and never for long.

He had insisted that last one was for your own protection; As many of those he was around were crime lords and other bounty hunters. A princess in the top of Mos Espa’s palace, he’d once said.

But curiosity always had been an insatiable beast, and soon enough you decided of your own accord to take a look around.

It was the mischievous, gleeful feeling in your chest that lead you down the halls, tip-toeing around to avoid being seen by any of the working droids. They’d rat you out for sure, if they saw.

Stepping in, you noticed Boba’s absence as expected. He'd been out wandering the city for the better part of the day, keeping an eye on things. Fennec would often accompany him, once or twice you had, but this time you’d refused. This time, it was the perfect time to snoop around where you normally weren’t allowed. Various trinkets and baubles were shoved in the corners of the room-most gifts, half-hazardously placed yet to be shoved into the vault by one of the droids. Ornamental weapons, precious metals, credits. All expensive, more than likely gifts from multiple different people. Or small crime gangs, attempting to keep their place in the ecosystem. They blended into the background enough that you hadn't noticed them before, stuck in the shadows towards the back of the room. Many in Mos Espa tried to give things to earn good favor he’d once said, with a distinct flavor of irritation on his tongue. As if it was inconvenient for him, getting such a large sum. You’d spend it, if it twisted his trousers so much; Snickering at your own joke. Fingertips dragging over the sandstone walls you peered down between the gaps of the metal grated trapdoor in the middle of the room, consciously avoiding stepping on it when you’d walked by it. You knew well enough what was down there, and you weren’t too eager to possibly wake it up. It didn’t take to long for you to path a good portion of the room, poking and prodding at anything that caught your eye. A tapestry, more than likely from Jabba’s previous reign, held your interest for longer than most, and part of you questioned if maybe Boba would let you decorate your personal room with it. The likelihood of him ever putting any use to it was slim to none, anyhow, as more than likely it would end up continuing to collect dust. You passed by it, still in the back of your head as your right hand grazes over the back of the throne. It was certainly a domineering one, solid metal and stone. A throne for a crime lord, not a prince, and it exuded an appropriate coldness to fit it’s owner.

At the top of a small set of stairs it also placed a height advantage on an already tall Boba Fett, and setting a heavy tone. You’ve seen Boba sat upon it before; Peering around the corner of the side entrance doorway or sitting on the arm of the throne and watching him speak to someone. Or more than one someone, as rarely did a person ever come to meet the Daimyo alone. That last time you’d seen it was without his knowledge, and you had fled from the doorway the second you noticed Boba’s helmet crook ever so slightly in your direction; But not enough to give away his lack of attention to the ‘guest’. His eyes had absolutely been on you; Even if you couldn't see them. Your feet had carried you to your room at a breakneck speed, unable to hide an almost devious smile on your face. Boba had found you not too long after, downright almost throwing whoever had the misfortune of speaking with him that day out of the palace. He ended up scolding you for your curiosity and nearly breaking one of his admittedly many rules, as Boba had little tolerance of insubordinate behavior. Though, you wouldn’t be lying to say the punishment wasn’t really a punishment, as his rough hands and sharp voice had done less than enough to make you truly learn your lesson. Now being an example, as you blatantly ignore it once more to have a little fun on an otherwise uninteresting day.

Tracing over the detailed metal on the back of the throne, your eyes dart upward when the silence of the room was pierced by a minutely distorted voice.

“Didn’t learn from the last time?”

He crosses his arms. “I thought you would’ve.” Looking over the back of the throne, Boba was standing in the entrance to the room, staring right at you. It only took a few long strides for him to come inward, unafraid of the trap door in the middle like you had been. He hadn't even made it to the throne before you spoke a half-hearted excuse, trying not to smile. “No one was here,” A soft shrug of your shoulders -you watched his helmet tilt slightly upwards. “And I wanted to take a look around.” Boba didn’t respond other than a hum of understanding, walking towards and up the set of steps to his throne.

His hands on his thighs he lowered himself onto it, leaning back enough that his shoulder blades were against the metal. His legs splay outward a decent bit apart, taking up a good portion of that giant slab of metal and stone. You softly step from around the back of the throne to the side, looking at the scrapes in the carved stone and wondering how its previous owners had looked in it.

It was hard to imagine, given how much Boba seemed to just become one with it; Like the palace had always been his.

Suddenly popping the bubble of your imagination however was the hard sound of his glove on the fabric of his armor; Boba patting his thigh. It was easy enough to guess what he was probably gesturing you to do, but you hesitated for a moment. Was he actually serious?

If he wasn’t serious about something however, it would be the first.

A louder slap against the harsh fabric threw you from those reeling thoughts, eyes darting to look at his helmet for a moment. He watched your eyes move from his helmet to his lap, unsure and hesitant.

But Boba was never a very patient man, his tone cut and dry. “What, do you think you’re going to break it? Sit.”

And with a slow shuffle your body moved, stepping between his spread legs and lowering down to plant your bottom on his right thigh. You didn’t quite know how or where to place your hands, balancing until his arm looped around your waist. So your hands settled at your lap, twirling the fabric over your legs. You could feel him watching, and you wavered under a gaze piercing through the visor of his helmet.

So you attempted to say something humorous; And attempt to forget about the feeling of heat rising up your neck to your face.

“I would like to make a request.” Was the first thing you could think of to say to break the tight silence, mimicking the words you hear some of his guests say with an almost sarcastic flavor to your voice. Though they were never so overt about wanting something from him, but you weren’t bargaining for the right to continue business under his rule, like they had been.

They also weren’t Boba’s favorite, even if he was always disgruntled by knowing that deep down, he gave you far more leeway than anyone else.

"If you’re willing to grant me an audience?” Boba hummed, the echo of his helmet distorting the sound ever so slightly. “And what is your request, princess?” He’d go along, play your cute little game. You could feel his hand still staying steady against your waist his fingers kept moving, fluttering up and down but with a harsh pressure. Uniquely Boba. “There’s that big tapestry behind the throne, and I want it. I think it would look nice actually being used, and not just sitting around.” The hand against your side grasps tighter, shaking slightly as if nodding in understanding. “Most people at least try to soften me up before starting to demand things.” His voice was a stoic, disproving tone, making you falter for only a moment. With a teasing smile, you raise your eyebrows expectantly. Boba showed no change in posture, at least that you noticed.

“Please?” Boba stayed completely silent and you groan, rolling your eyes and losing some of that playful expression. “Pretty please?” Nothing; Not a word. Even if he was going to joke along with you, it didn’t seem like he’d make it easy. You purse your lips and push them to the side in thought, wondering what he was trying to pull from you, even if it was endlessly amusing. Boba could only sigh, armor rustling as he adjusts his sitting position. “You are hopeless little one, if that’s how you think you’ll get the things you want.”

He clicks his cheek and squeezed the hand around your ribs for a moment. “Too damn spoiled.” It only took you blowing a raspberry to irritate Boba, watching with a firm set brow hidden behind his helmet as you threw a non-nonchalant hand. You turn away from a moment, before looking right back at him and smiling. “You're the only one that spoils me.”

You thought ‘spoiled’ was a bit of an exaggeration, but it went along with the teasing back and forth conversation you were trying to nurture. You didn’t get too many of these silly little moments with Boba. “Maybe I should stop then, if this is how you're going to be.” It was your eyes that changed first; Rolling while raising your eyebrows at him. He’d threatened that before, but he always ended up ending the game before he did, never truly serious. “Can I get my tapestry before you stop, at least? Unless you for some reason want it to sit and collect dust like everything else in the vault.”

The way his hand tightened to a clench on your waist hurt and caused you to breath in, feeling him tense under your body. Some of the gusto had left you now, feeling his demeanor suddenly change. Boba wasn’t one to back down on his word. Maybe, you were tiptoeing a little too far into the deep end. “Kark girl, ‘Yours’? A presumptuous little bitch, aren’t you?” His fingers tapped against your side, in the same way one would against the arm of a chair. “Just because you want something, doesn’t mean it’s yours to take.” Eyes glossing over his helmet, you suddenly feel more nervous under its cold stare. But you wouldn’t buckle quite yet.

“But isn’t that how you’ve always operated?” Never would you have guessed how much emotion could be relayed through a helmet completely obscuring ones face; Or maybe it was just how used you were to seeing Boba with it on. You’ve caught on to the little ticks, ones another might miss.

Leaning off the back of the throne and straight upright, the air around Boba changing as the ball for your game stayed in his court. Distinctly displeased with your tone, not even the echo of his helmet could hide his icy tone. He was bearing down on you-trying to force an obedient apology from your stubborn lips. “Ask nicely. Maybe I’ll forget you being a little brat about it.”

His hand is still firm against your side and his back and straighter, helmet tilted down at you.

The heat of Tatooine was normally suffocating, only breaking in the night to a harsh chill. But Boba set the air of the room aflame to a scorching heat despite the evening, hands firm on your body.

But you had to say it. It was on the tip of your tongue, and you had not enough self-preservation to think it maybe not the best idea. “At your age, you might just forget about it if I wait long enough.” It had slipped out of your mouth, to fast to catch it, but now you felt his hand tighten to a vice; A painful, almost bruising grip on your ribs. You’d already broken one of the admittedly many rules Boba enforced, as well as talking back like a petulant child.

"This is how you’re going to be?”

And so you’d tiptoed too far, and fell into the deep end. Sunk right to the bottom.

His left hand, the one that had been laying forgotten on your thigh, moved to grasp at your jaw. His rough, gloved fingers press against you face, forcing your cheeks slightly upward as he tilted your face to look him head on. “You’re going to regret talking to your daddy like that, little one.”

He’d never called himself that before; But goddamn, did it send the most startling jolt of lightning right between your legs. “Knees.” To busy computing what he’d just said, your eyes fluttered around the front of his helmet looking for a joking expression that wasn’t there, mouth agape like a dead fish. “Huh? I-” The hand around your waist quickly moved to your hair, gripping a fistful. With a yelp you grab at his wrist, lifting off his thigh and unable to do anything but follow, as he guided you to your knees between his legs. The hand loosened on your hair slightly, but was still unforgiving.

The stone floor was hard against your shins and knees, trying to grasp at the black fabric underneath his armor for support. Your fingers scrabbled for it, inching upwards towards the loose fabric on his thighs. What froze your movement was his other hand, moving around his body to remove the codpiece that laid tight against his groin. Once it was unlatched he tugged it away from him, landing with a clank against the right arm of the throne. With it gone, the tent in his flightsuit was quite noticeable, unimpeded by the hard beskar.

How long had he been like that? You wondered.

“Seems like you never learn your lesson. And I’m not going to repeat them again; I know you understand the rules.” Hand opening and sliding inside the groin opening of his flightsuit he fishes out his cock, glimpsing for a moment the dark patch of hair at the bottom of his stomach.

“You’re just a little brat who just likes breaking them. Do you think I’m just going to let you keep getting away with it?”

Already partly erect his tan skin was alight with a warm flush, twitching ever so slightly under your gaze. The hand still holding your hair he uses as leverage, tugging your face forward until his cock presses against your face. Lips against the underside as his cock lays over the bridge of your nose, he comments on your sudden lack of speech as your eyes look upward towards his helmet. You could just barely see some of the skin of his neck, muscles tight.

“What, now you suddenly know how to hold your tongue?”

Not answering his comment you take in a deep breath, steeling yourself against the heat taking over your body and making your cunt throb. He’d have to work to wear you down, not intent to just give it to him. But when the hand in your hair tightened, you whined through gritted teeth.

“Open.”

His grip stayed firm, going from a sharp pain to a dull, consistent ache. “Or I’ll do it myself.” Lips tight you hold firm for a moment, until you feel his hand twitch, thumb closing in on the corner of your mouth as if about to do so. Slowly your lips part with the tiniest ‘pop’, opening up just enough that he could see your tongue. His grip returns to your hair and doesn’t loosen an inch, firm as his helmet tilts slightly to the side.

“I know my princess isn’t that stupid.” He jerks his helmet upward in a tiny, quick motion. “Wider.”

With a moment of hesitation you open your mouth much wider, Boba watching the bottom whites of your eyes as you look back up at him. You weren’t moving your head on your own -in one final act of disobedience, forcing him to tug on your hair until your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. It was hot against them, already tasting that light saltiness against the inside of your lips and the tip of your tongue.

It wasn’t a taste that stayed on just your lips, your mouth getting pushed down more and more onto his cock. It was a firm, constant pressure -testing your obedience. Once your lips were as far down his cock as you could take without gagging, Boba could feel your hands tighten on his thighs just as he reached that point; He stopped.

In and out, in and out.

Breathing through your nose your jaw was already starting to ache, glancing up to see him staring down at you. Feeling him throb in your mouth Boba was content to see your frozen hands shaking against his thighs, moaning around him. He was so close to being too much, his cock filling most of your mouth and pressing your tongue down.

“Good girl.”

Finally he moves, pulling your head away and relishing in the way you gasped for air. Spit was already trailing messily down your chin, even as your tongue wiped along your lips to try and clean them.

When Boba pushed your head down a second time it was less rough, opening your mouth to wrap around his cock again. His hand set your rhythm, bobbing up and down quick enough for you to get air in quick, sharp breaths. Sometimes you would groan, feeling him touch just barely against the roof of your mouth, teetering on the edge of too much. It kept making your eyes water, sometimes squeezing shut as Boba pushed your limits. Your nose barely brushes against the fabric of his stomach, and would’ve been against his skin if his flightsuit wasn’t in the way.

It was almost unfair the way you could barely hear him make a sound, denying you the relish of affecting him in anyway. Another part of his punishment for you, surely -as if he didn’t already know quite well you loved the way he looked in his full armor even if it prevented seeing his face. It makes your cunt throb even at the worst of times, seeing his body rigid in full Beskar while his emotionless helmet stared you down.

Watching your cheeks flush hot, jaw trying to adjust from having it open so wide for so long, lips swollen and messy, Boba dared to let out a soft hiss between gritted teeth as you whine around his cock. Pulling your mouth off of himself you cough, spit mixed with precum trailing down both corners of your mouth. You look a mess, meanwhile Boba seems barely inconvenienced. Outwardly.

“Apologize.”

Hands still desperately gripping at his flight suit you look up at him with an expression leagues away from the ones you’d given him earlier, face sloppy. You always try to disobey him when he’s like this, but he always seems to know the exactly the way to wear you down.

“I, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t change, and doesn’t seem at all pleased by your response. He continues to sit on the throne thighs spread, hard cock only just barely away from your touching your lips.

“Try again.” His hand pushes enough so that your face tilts further upward to look at him straight on, seeing your eyes look up at him. He loves the way they look; The color, the way you gaze up at him. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

The word felt odd on your lips, face feeling hot. The way it rang in a room far larger than his personal one only made it stronger -almost worried that it would reach someone who’s ears it wasn’t meant for. Boba only let out a curt hum in acknowledgment. His hand rakes your hair as he leans forward, as if almost threatening to tug it again if you answered him wrong. “Are you going to behave now, or be a spoiled little bitch again?” You give a small nod and wiped the spit from your lips before putting the hand back on him again. “Yeah, I can-” You cut yourself off before you could finish your sentence, feeling that try wouldn’t be the word he was looking for from you.

“I will, I promise.” That seems to be a satisfactory enough answer for him, eyes following as he leans back against the throne. The palm of his hand gives a light bump, forcing your head to bob forward closer to his cock for just a moment. “Good girl. Now how about you finish up.” His hand pushed the hair from your face, stopping it from obscuring your eyes as his palm cradled the side of your head for a moment. It was a gentle motion, even as he softly bopped the back of your head as if you needed guidance on where to go. He had loosened his grip a tad -content you would be obedient for the time being. It let you move your head at somewhat of your own pace, even if his hand and eyeless stare still set the tone.

You were still playing by his rules, even if he had given you a bit of leash.

You gently move your tongue upward along the large vein underside his cock before your lips wrap fully around him again, taking not a small amount of satisfaction from hearing him finally let out a breath harsh enough to hear. He was always so composed in comparison to you, making it always a delight to pull each little moan from him. You certainly had a fair share of your own, even if they were muffled by your mouth being full.

It wasn’t helping that your mind was cloudy, looking over what parts of Boba you could easily see, and pondering.

Thighs squeezing together in an attempt to lessen the feeling of your cunt throbbing between your legs, it proved to be almost negligible against that insistent, empty ache. It was obvious when you moved that you were wet, so much so that your underwear were probably well seeped through.

One hand still gripping tight at the black fabric of his flightsuit the other started traveling downward, wanting to place it elsewhere. To slip in into your underwear, touching yourself while you sucked him off. You thought you’d almost gotten away with it too -slipping down his leg disguised as a tender touch, but Boba had keen eyes. His leg jerked to throw your hand off, hand tightening in your hair. A soft noise of surprise slipped from between the seal of your lips, cock still halfway in your mouth. “Hands off yourself. You enjoy this too much already.”

He could tell the way your eyes looked up at him they were almost distracted, foggy with want as your head pulled up and almost off his cock, before going right back down to the base again. The flush of your face had traveled down your neck, entire body flourished in an inconsolable heat -while Boba’s upper body leaned every so slightly forward, almost covering your whole body in his shadow.

“But if you ask nicely little one,” He could so easily see how you felt, from the wanton look in your eyes and the vice grip of your hands, and the way your mouth wrapped tightly around his cock moaning with almost each bob of your head.

“Later I might just give it to you.” Boba let out a one note chuckle at the whine you made, tongue lapping against the tip of his cock. You could feel him twitching in your mouth, the salty taste of precum coating your taste buds. He was so close, hand tightening in your hair once again and forcing you to not move as much, tongue flattening against the bottom of his cock. It was easy to hear on his words, speaking with almost a slight breathlessness to them.

“As much as I’d like to cum in that cute little pussy of yours, this’ll have to do.” That empty ache persisted between your legs, cunt pleading to you as you pressed your thighs together like a vice. It wasn’t even a fraction enough to satisfy the way your body was screaming to be fucked, nails digging in to his legs while Boba was intent to torture you.

But gods the way he looked while doing it, upper body taut underneath his armor while a gloved hand raked through your hair against an aching scalp. When his body suddenly leaned up and back, the armor on his back clanging against the throne, you watched his helmet tip upward slightly.

“Dank farrik,”

Even if muffled by the helmet you could still hear his soft groans, Hand tugging at the roots of your hair. It sounded like he’d mumbled something else, though you failed to catch it. With a soft pop you unsealed your lips pulled back just enough around the head of his cock, so that he didn’t cum directly down your throat. A blessing, hot cum pooling in the pocket of your cheek instead. Your mouth quickly overfilled as you attempted to swallow, gulping down a large amount mixed with an overabundance of your own spit.

He felt your mouth move around him, accidentally brushing against skin already afire with sensations. You could just barely hear the echo of harsh breathing, mostly muffled by his helmet as he came down from the afterglow and his cock slowly softened in your mouth. Tensed muscles had since relaxed, his shoulders less firmly set. But almost as quickly as he had lost his composure he gained it, pulling back off the throne and leaning forward. One hand cupped the side of your jaw, while the other moved downward.

“What a waste.”

A thumb brushing across your lip he wipes away the remnants of spit and his own cum, pulling your lip slightly along as he does. “I’m sure you’d like my cock somewhere else, wouldn’t you.”

You didn’t respond, though it wasn’t like he needed much of an answer, anyways; Given they way you were still so obviously desperate. He let your mouth pull away from his cock, cleaning himself up and fixing his flightsuit by the time you’d wiped your lips clean. For a moment you’d forgotten you were in the area you were, and didn’t exactly have the upmost privacy. Having a look over your shoulder the sheer amount of open room suddenly made you feel more than a little exposed, shuffling back and forth on sore knees. When you turned back and looked up at his helmet, there was a hand gesturing upward. Your brain was still quite foggy, almost missing what he said. “Come up here, princess.” Standing up and wincing at the way your knees almost seemed to fight it, you moved quite slowly to crawl onto the throne. It was easy enough to sit on his thighs, legs bent on either side. The throne was large enough where space was plentiful, and it didn’t feel like your legs were cramped in between his and the arms of the throne. Boba’s hands rested on the small of your back, loose over one another. He only moved one to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, the rough fabric scratching your skin; Before moving it right back. It felt nice, but not as nice at it would've felt somewhere else. But his gaze remained unreadable through the visor of his helmet, even as your hands trailed up his chest. It wasn’t necessary a sensual touch, as they reached the tiny bit of exposed skin between his black cloth under his Beskar, and the seal of his helmet. You trailed them along his skin, back and forth, feeling the scars underneath your fingertips. It was silent request to remove the helmet -provided he was willing. His hands left your back, reaching up to click a hidden latch- at least hidden to you, and release the seal of the helmet. It pulled off in one smooth motion, brown eyes locking on you as he sat it on the arm of the throne. It hit the metal with a soft ‘clink’, looking over the room with a quick glance before going to you. When you leaned in Boba didn’t object to the soft kiss you laid against his lips, leaning forward as his hands returned to their previous spot. They gripped at the fabric of your clothing, even as he stayed almost completely silent.

“There will be more people in the palace soon.” The way he said ‘people’ with the flavor of distaste on his tongue was amusing -you wouldn't have needed to see his face to know how he felt.

“I guess I should take my leave then? Or can I steal some of your dinner too?” Surprisingly, Boba didn’t bite on your little quip, only responding to your first question. While your eyes darted around his face, you could feel his hands on you tighten even slightly. You hadn’t even made the tiniest movement to leave yet. You didn't exactly want to either, but unable to help the small adjustment of your hips as the way your were sitting proved to be a little too distracting. He hadn’t put his codpiece on quite yet, and you could feel the way he was pressing against your clothed cunt.

“We have a bit yet, little one. How about you-” His head jerked away from you, hearing the sound of chatter and clanging of metal down the opposite hallway you’d entered from. What cued the two of you in was mostly the sound of one of the droids making a fuss, Boba letting out a tired sigh.

Damn, seems Boba’s guests decided to arrive on time, for once. Quickly he ushered you to move until you were sitting in the position you’d been previously, despite your noise of discontent, on his right thigh torso perpendicular to his. Once more his arm wrapped around your waist, caged in the same obvious fashion as before as he fixed his armor to perfection. A protocol droid, new to the palace -you remember because that one in particular had been an absolute pain in the ass to clean up and get working, ushered the guests in before tootling away to another corner of the room until it was of further use. One hand grasping the back of the rim, Boba was able to deftly slip the helmet on before they entered the throne room fully. “You’re all back awfully soon.”

Helmet trained on the one in the middle of the pack, they slowly moved until standing almost completely in front of the throne; Only slightly off from dead center. Three men; Two human and one rodian. They didn’t exactly look like anyone of real renown, but gang leaders and their lackeys never much had job security on Tatooine, given the amount of in-fighting. The apparent leader of the trio, at least at this time, engaged in a small bit of pleasantly to try and appease Boba for arriving completely unannounced.

So these weren’t the people Boba was expecting.

Those pleasantries got cut off however as Boba simply circled a hand lazily through the air.

“Get on with it.” But by the time they had, you were already zoning out most of what they were saying. Instead you grazed a finger subtly over the armor on Boba’s arm, feeling the scars of wear underneath a layer of relatively fresh paint. If he’d noticed you doing it his helmet wasn’t turned enough to signal it, but you knew more than likely he was watching you. Someone else was as well clearly, as when you looked up, one of Boba’s guests apparently hadn’t found the current, mostly one sided conversation interesting enough. The younger of the two humans wasn’t bashful in showing his eyes were on your rather than the Daimyo; and in an act of equally obvious nature, Boba took his left hand and laid it extremely high on your left thigh. His thumb was almost brushing against your cunt, fingers slid deep between the soft flesh of both your legs. His hand was quite tight, looking over to see his tense shoulders. It wasn’t the first time someone had circled around trying to scavenge something of Boba’s; And it wasn’t the first time he’d been incredibly possessive.

Boba always despised the former, and would bite at any plucky young man who tried to sniff around you.

It seemed in an act of pure irritation at anyone taking too long of a leer at you, Boba decided you’d be better off elsewhere. You didn’t want to leave in all honestly, having gotten quite comfortable in what you’d now consider your knew favorite spot on his thigh. His head jerked in the direction of the doorway, to the hall that led past the kitchens and eventually, to your personal room. Not that you ever used it. Afterwards he looked right at you, thumb brushing across the edge of your underwear in a soft motion only known by the two of you. “I’ll be there in a bit, princess.” When you moved to slip off his thigh he suddenly tightened for a moment, leaning in close to your ear. You could feel the cold metal barely ghost against your cheek. “Nayc tigaanur.” Even if your mando’a was sparse, learning from hearing, it was quite easy to figure what he was telling you not to do.

You’d listen, but you certainly wouldn’t be happy about it.

Slipping off his thigh your shoes now fully hit the sandy stone floor, his hands sliding off of you. You’d mourn their loss, quickly racing down the two stone steps and past the ‘guests’. The one still had his eye on you, but they left the moment Boba cleared his throat.

When he’d be done was a mystery, but as you left, his tone had a distinct coat of irritation to it; Even with most of the words being unintelligible. Something told you he wouldn’t be far behind, almost knocking into a random droid as you jogged down the hall.

But once you got to your own room, you stopped. Turning to the right and looking down the hall, you could see the turn in the hall that would lead up the stairs to Boba’s own room. His was far more grand than your own, so you decided to sneak in there instead. It wasn’t like you spent much time in yours anyways. Having already gotten in trouble once for sneaking around, it didn’t seem like much harm to do it again.

After taking the steps up the door was heavy against your hands as you pushed it open, rough scarred metal against your palms. Inside was a much grander and cleaner area than most of the palace, fitted with a few conveniences besides the large bacta tank. Like a normal bed, which was far larger than your own and sat in the back of the room.

You always loved that bed; It was so, incredibly comfortable. And it looked even more comfortable now, as you were constantly trying to keep distracted and not acknowledge the ache between your legs.

Turning on a heel eyes grazing over the walls you spotted a blaster on a table, mostly in pieces. It caught your interest enough to pick it up, rolling the pieces around in your fingers. They were cleaned, but well used and worn probably, at least what you would consider, beyond repair. Boba seemed to think different however, given it looked as if he was in the process of repairing it. Perhaps it had sentimental value, you didn’t quite know.

“Now why did I know you’d be in here. Keep yourself entertained?” Boba stood in the doorway, before taking one step inward and closing it behind him.

“Didn’t have enough time to get bored; I thought you’d be a little longer, honestly.” He really had worked fast downright almost throwing them out of the palace, his helmet tilted to face you right on and sending a shiver down your spine. It seemed whoever actually had wanted to meet with him would end up getting the short end of the stick. The dark room did little to hide the way your face re-heated as he walked towards you, taking off his helmet and sitting in on his armor stand with a soft ‘thump’.

Your eyes followed him all the way until he stepped behind you; Chest armor against your back. His hand wrapping around your wrist and squeezing, it was just barely enough to make you drop the metal piece in your hand. While leaned down to tuck his chin in the crook of your neck, you feel his lips whisper against your jaw and light fire against your skin. He has you trapped between him and the table, his codpiece pressed against your ass.

‘Even though you hadn’t been been good, daddy would still reward you,’ Those soft words mumbled into your skin. He wouldn’t miss the way you caught a small noise in your throat, rubbing your lips together.

“Come, little one; Let your old man take care of you.”

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Dangerous Alliance. | l.hc (M) PT THREE.

synopsis; bae sarang looks nothing special on the outside, has black thick glasses and wears her thick black hair in a raw clip. ‘typical nerd’ people would describe her. but when she goes back home bae sarang is a genius hacker with high level of IQ. one day, she ends up hacking into a mafia security breach. Boy, did she regret it because her life was about to change for the worse.

warnings; mafia au, hacker au, smut!! No minors, mature language, mention of bad health, angst is here, enemies to lovers, denial, slow slow slowww burn, bae sarang is a sarcastic bbg and we love that <333, sarang really doesn’t take shit from men LMAO, haechan is an ass, fighting scenes, action is a major genre here because mafia ayo. slight comedy to break the tension.

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╭ ⁞ ❏. masterlist to other chapters.

┊ ⁞ ❏. next chapter: part 4 link.

┊ ⁞ ❏. previous chapter: part 2 link.

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turns out sarang has hacked into the mafia, for once sarang wishes she wasn’t smart for her own sake and safety.

she was reckless and cocky thinking she can do whatever she wants just because she hasn’t been caught ever hacking into tons of breeches.

“can you at least give me cola instead of this mucky water?” sarang scowls to the guards that were standing outside her cell that their damn leader locked her up in as if she were some prisoner!

no response heard, sarang sighs. “fine, i’ll die of thirst then.” with that being said she gazed around the cell. she was sat on a rock cold floor, it’s hella cold so she purposely has no freaking blanket or anything. food was basically expired food and the water probably is poisoned.

no cameras however…and the guards had keys behind their gear where she can easily reach behind without them noticing if the other guard left.

sarang’s eyes lit up, a mischievous plan A was set in motion. ‘oh hell yeah, we’re breaking outta here bae sarang.’

the girl grabs a hold of the glass full of the greeny transparent oil-like water, in motion she quickly spilled it on the second guard and then fall on the knees quickly with a gasp, crashing glass splattering on the rock hard earth’s ground. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, i fell against the rock flooring..” sarang said looking down submissively, although it was an act, it was really believable in their eyes, she purse hands together in praying forgiveness motion back and forth.

the soldier glares with complaints, tucking the water off the clothes in disgust. “god I can’t wait till boss executes her. what an annoying klutzy bitch.” the soldier left his post leaving only one soldier with the keys available to stay back and guard the cell as his back faced against the cell bars so casually, how stupid of him being so open in front of sarang.

she smirks getting up slowly as her slim hands with ease fit through the bars as she got the keys unzipped from the gear.

it was quietly done as she then grabs a hold of the broken glass shreds from earlier when the cup dropped in the act. the large shred of spiky glass immediately used to stab the guy from behind on the vulnerable pressure points leaving the person paralysed.

sarang might be a hacker but she played many fighting action oriented games, at this point it was a defensive manner. sarang had to kill someone for the first time and she couldn’t bother and feel sorry for doing this when they literally have guns! and have her kidnapped.

It’s either kill or be killed, sarang knew this. The intimidating tan man earlier who held the title ‘mafia leader’ gazed down to sarang with malicious dangerous killing intent, he will kill sarang in the future or in present reality currently.

the cell creeks open.

she got out of the jail, left the dead guard in the cell too. sarang had no idea where she’s going but she took the guard’s loaded gun carrying it around.

the dungeon was something out of game of thrones if sarang had to describe it. The young student shuffles in the shadows, making sure to avoid everything and everyone. sarang was the prey here, not the predator. one slight fuck up and the girl is dinner to the stray wolves in the woods. If we were to go for the mafia stereotype, sarang can imagine torture— painful slow deaths awaiting her, or the grim repeat waiting for death to strike so he could collect the poor holy soul of hers.

she might be cynical, but she doesn’t want to die young. sarang is only nineteen.

the light escaped at the entrance where sarang was able to leave the dungeon, a plaster of sunlight emitting on sarang’s body. the figure shifts quickly running to one of the cars that belong to the soldiers possibly.

seriously who puts a dungeon middle of nowhere? sarang was quick to break the car’s window by the hem edge gun, slamming it down with ease. the girl did this to be able to unlock the door and go inside, sarang has clearly alerted attention by the guards that began running towards her.

she gasps pushing the hair pins, jamming in the keyholes to restart the vehicle, starting the running car. the soldiers shout. “stop the car! stop her!”

sarang reversed the car backwards accidentally running over a few of the soldiers behind, she shouts. “holy shit sorry!” sarang apologies, driving forward roughly, screeching wheels spitting forward dirt on the soldiers as the car plugged side to side driving fast away.

few soldiers tried running to keep up with the car until it truly became tiring, them holding the knees.

chenle heavily breathed out loud, he was one of the people that chased the car and lost badly. “fuck!” the Chinese curses hitting the air. “haechan’s going to kill me.” chenle screams.

renjun falls to the ground holding in a breathe, he were panting looking up to chenle. “yeah we’re done for.”

the older Chinese man glances in surprise to notice a small red beeping linger on his work phone, renjun lightly laughing. a miracle has truly been given to them…

“maybe we aren’t done for anymore, chenle-yah.” renjun spoke darkly, chenle eyeing the other chinese with eyebrow raise— did they perhaps get lucky? They in fact did.

renjun smirks. “call haechan.”

the car stops in front of the apartment, it is currently ten o’clock at night, extremely dark outside to the point sarang felt like she were in a thriller action based film, but make it reality.

sarang checks the perimeter, looking around cautiously when she got out of the car quietly, holding the gun close.

when the cost was clear, the streets were solitary, street lamps lighting the darkness enough for sarang to move inside the apartment. she took the quicker way which is the lift and then walking down the long eerily dark quiet hallway, sarang stops in front of the white bland door with the number A007.

the girl slowly lifts the door passcode upwards to type the password very carefully, sudden gut feeling that left sarang feeling like she were walking on pure eggshells, as if something was badly going to go down. the girl brushed those feelings as her hers look behind her shoulder, nothing, it must be nothing right?

door openly slowly, everything seemed in place despite there was no light turned on. only purple-ish blue darkness cantering out of the large apartment windows, other windows with black blinds covering them. the place was clean, neat. sarang softly sighs in relief as the body manurers around the place, going to the middle centre.

CLICK.

the light welcomes a long slim figure sitting on the chair in middle of the large tv screen and sofa behind him, the person man spreading those long legs in t tightly black skinny ripped jeans, wearing a black leather jacket and white-ripped style oversized shirt. black mullet locks covering those dark gazing eyes hovering at the sight of sarang’s shock entitled expression; both arms resting their elbows on his thighs as he was spreading them wide, hands linking together under the chin. those evil moles haunting above the tan glowing skin, the attractive dangerous man wearing silver chains and rings.

he was waiting for her.

sarang’s throat went dry, immediately pointing the gun at haechan who did not react whatsoever, he were still like a statue, the gun also being the only protection.

the voice lingers forward in a judgemental condescending laugh, soft spoken but deadly. Sounding of a innocent flower but a completely poisonous. “My my, i was waiting for you. what took you so long?” sarang grits teeth at his words. “how’d you find me?”

did he predict sarang to escape? how could he possibly be ten steps ahead?

haechan’s bland unreadable lips began to shape in a smirk as those corner lips lift upwards, eyebrows becoming less tense but rather amused in archways, nose flaring softly, eyes squinting at the girl’s words marking them one by one. “the car has a tracker on.”

sarang’s eyes widen when haechan stood up from the chair, hands tucked in front pockets of the skinny jeans, he tilts his head at the girl’s gun. He saw sarang backing away every time his body takes one step forward.

sarang going backwards, haechan kept closing in. “you know,” the man’s voice trails the more their bodies kept backing away despite each step was taken— it was as if they were a rollercoaster about to go downhill extremely badly. “I’m so tempted to kill you right here. it will be so easy to paint it as a suicide for the public eye and police, i’ll make it look like a pathetic attempt to waste away your life.”

“or, maybe you want me to keep you alive but reveal those dangerous hackings you did on the fbi Hm? maybe you’ll spend your time rotting in prison, suffering deeply. Your future plans out of the window.” haechan spat deeply enticing to sarang, the girl flinches when her back hit the cold straight wall. the gun pointing at haechan’s chest, on the centre. despite the gun being loaded and pointing at him, he wasn’t scared. He was cocky, arrogant— reckless, impulsive and he knew who was in control. He was.

sarang’s eyesbrows furrow harshly at those horrible words he explained in such detail, he loves seeing sarang in misery. haechan giggles. “you pick, I’ll be pleased either way!” he told.

“I won’t pick for shit, bastard.” sarang shouts, haechan putting a hand over the girl’s neck tightly squeezing it. “oh but you will, because you’ll do as i say.”

sarang shifts the gun towards haechan’s forehead, the boy laughing. “you’ll shoot me? do it, i dare you.” haechan tells, tempting sarang completely; but she knew if she shot him, she will get framed for murder and the walls already as thin as they are, a gunshot would be impossible to avoid and locate here.

the girl notices a figure behind haechan, a sort of shadow move suddenly around in black long cloak. sarang tilts her head at the figure that was impossible to look and identify, the mafia leader was busy staring at sarang awaiting an answer.

“if you’re trying to scare me it’s not going to work.” haechan replied uninterested, this old trick won’t work on him. his head turns around wondering what sarang was paying her attention to, but once he turned a baseball to his head knocked the man out instantly.

sarang screams in shock before being dropped down unconscious by an injection with a weird liquid on the side of her neck. The effect of the drug paralysing sarang’s body the moment it jabbed her in the neck, eyelids shutting down into deep slumber.

who could possibly be this person? another enemy? if so, where and what’s going to happen to them? Stay in tune to find out in the next chapter!

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