#but all the girls and young women in the empire are in love and simply have to stan

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Dance of the Empire

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister! oc x Aegon II Targaryen

Summary:

Sometimes, love can be just as destructive as hate.

Especially the politics of the realm rip away an all-consuming love; especially when demons of the second-son are unleashed by thirst of retribution and power.

Our choices have consequences.

Warnings:

eventual -> manipulation, sexual content, dub con, angst, violence and death. Warnings at beginnings of each chapter.

Masterlist

Taglist: @heavenly1927 @marvelescvpe @buglyberry @apollonshootafar @theroyaldixon @aemondx

Chapter 7: A Maze of Fear and Disdain

When Aegon Targaryen shut the door behind his chamber abruptly, almost in a violent way, he plumped on his bed.

Fuck. The unpleasant smell.

Weren’t the maids supposed to have cleaned his sheets already?

Damn it, Dyana, he cursed to himself.

A knock on the door.

The young servant, caught off guard by his presence, bowed, “My prince,” she exclaimed, “Forgive me for not completing my duties in time. I didn’t expect you to be back so early in the day.”

He rolled his eyes and skimmed her body, a habit he had grown a long time ago, a time he didn’t remember.

Time, weather, women, scoldings, everything seemed to be a blur to him since perhaps thirteen.

Perhaps the year Aemond had lost his eye.

“It’s fine. Just come back later during dinner,” he drifted his gaze away from her and murmured, “My mother expects us all.”

The girl sighed subtly in relief and asked, “Of course, my prince. Would you like me to fetch a cup of wine as usual?”

Aegon hesitated, “No,” he needed his mind clear to process the events of that day, “Go to the kitchen and get a lemon cake for you and Florence. Tell them it’s by my permission, you two deserve a break.”

What did she mean the people in this city are living like dogs?

Aegon had no idea. He covered his head in the pillows in annoyance.

Who gives a fuck?

But my maids are not dogs.

They can’t be.

I won’t allow them to be.

Not if they eat lemon cakes.

Dogs don’t get to eat sweets.

Dyana stood frozen before responding, “Oh…” she uttered, “Thank- Thank you, my prince. Florence and I are grateful.”

When the young prince was left alone in his majestic chamber adorned by the luxurious smell of fine wasted wine and food, he pulled his head from the pillows and sighed facing the ceiling.

“Maybe you enjoy this fleet a little bit too much.”

Aegon reached for his wine cup in annoyance like a habit only to find it empty with a stinking odour.

What did she mean by this fleet?

The Crown?

The games?

The Red Keep?

Thank the gods, he scoffed, may this fleet of fear and disdain be drown.

Not a day in the twenty years of Aegon’s life did he not go without being warned of the delicious promise of execution by his half sister, from his mother and grandsire.

What in the Seven Hells did I do?

Being born?

If I were to die one way or another, I’m simply taking advantage of this nauseous fleet while I can.

He drifted away from the bed and moved lazily to the desk, filled with messy scrolls of Valyrian text that the maesters assigned him to recite.

I try so hard, but it will never be enough for them.

“I prefer to be the master of my own fate.”

How bold of her?

He thought, frowning.

A Lannister first born daughter of the Lord of Casterly Rock, ready to be married to whoever her family decides, trying to master her own fate, by what?

Debasing herself to attend to the low born mass?

Aegon shook his head.

He stared at himself in the mirror. His hair messy, face stained by a trace of dirt. He snuffed his shirt and chuckled.

Ah the adorable face she made when she complained that he smelled of ale and wine.

That was no face of a lionesse.

It was the face of a kitten.

“My Prince, please do not forget your mother is expecting you at dinner,” Ser Arryk’s voice reached him from outside of the chamber door.

Dinner, right.

“Oh,” he replied with annoyance.

“Damn it, dinner,” he cursed while kicking the pillow that had fallen from the bed.

Another occasion to humiliate him.

Publicly, in front of Aemond.

How wonderful, mother.

Sometimes, he questioned whether Alicent found comfort in her scoldings as she scrutinized every misdeed of his life.

Aegon got used to it anyways.

How bad could it be?

A slap on his face in front of Aemond and grandsire?

Not possible, he was after all reached twenty. Striking him in front of the servants would undoubtedly undermine his authority in the castle, not that he had any.

But it’s all about the appearance.

He shrugged his shoulders as he placed himself in a relaxing bath.

Fuck.

Aemond would bring her.

As if enduring dear mother’s ancient prophecy of Rhaenyra placing him and his siblings to sword wasn’t torturous enough. He’d have to relive that dreadful conversation he overheard between Otto and Alicent.

It is their duty, my daughter. As king and queen, an union between Aegon and Helaena would keep the Valyrian bloodline pure.

When I am cold in my grave. I will not allow my daughter to endure such torment and shame. And may gods help whoever is to marry my wretched son.

Being the future queen of Seven Kingdoms is hardly a torment or a shame, Alicent. You know that.

Do I, father? I accepted whatever you impressioned me that I wanted. Helaena is not just a Targaryen princess. She is my girl, my daughter! She is to marry the Lord of Highgarden, Edwyn Tyrell, it is decided.

My queen, please reconsider.

You are excused, Lord Hand.

Flouncing away from his mother’s chamber and wiping off his tears, a storm of emotions raged in Aegon’s head three years ago.

A part of him was relieved from the horror of the duty of bedding his sister.

The other part wanted to cry uncontrollably in his pillows or in someone’s arms.

Such a privilege he could not afford.

Shame.

Torment.

Gods help the future wife of my wretched son.

The words haunted him like an unbreakable curse every day that followed that fateful night.

What have I done to bring shame or torment?

It was a simple answer in his mind.

Being born.

Aemond was soon to marry that beautiful, odd, sharp-witted Lannister lady who had the face of a kitten and the laughter of a lioness.

And him, the first born, the future heir, unmarried and unbetrothed, was a living implication that his future lady wife would be a screaming and extremely high born lady who must have spent two days weeping and begging her family to annul the wedding at no avail before being dragged into the Grand Sept.

Sometimes, Aegon wondered if that’s exactly what happened to his mother, which would explain why she bore such a raw bitterness towards him.

Perhaps it was because his father wasn’t considerate about her well-being on the wedding ni-

Ugh.

He ceased his thoughts with disgust before continuing brushing his hair frustratedly.

After some effort, he managed to present himself well and left his chamber.

Stepping in the dining room, Aegon raised his brows in surprise as he only found his grandsire and mother at the table, the two empty seats on the side seemed more noticeable than ever.

Settling down, avoiding Alicent’s gaze, he hummed nonchalantly, “Usually I am the late one around here.”

Otto continued skimming through the report sent by his son in Old Town while Alicent looked at him for a brief moment before sipping her wine and started a conversation with her father.

The silence was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

It was them.

There was a rare smile on his little brother’s face that Aegon had not seen for years.

Of course, it was well reserved and composed as usual, but genuine liveliness and care cracked from his intense gaze on Katherine was undeniable.

“Pardon our lateness, mother,” Aemond bowed slightly as he and Katherine took their seats, “Grandsire.”

“Another ride on Vhagar, my son?” Alicent smiled at both of them tenderly.

“And clearly without changing your attire,” Aegon jested while covering his nose.

“I can be quite demanding for time of adventures when it comes to flying on Vhagar,” Katherine beamed as she raised her cup to the table, “I was occupied earlier today with familial duties from Casterly Rock today, Prince Aemond was patient enough to fetch me this ride.”

She glanced at Aegon and subtly nodded smiling in gratefulness for keeping her secret.

“Ever the dutiful daughter, Lady Lannister,” Otto raised his cup in response.

A sly smile crept on Aemond’s lips at the word dutiful.

Aegon held back his smirk too at the unspoken events of that day.

Alicent frowned slightly at the atmosphere in the room and diverged the conversation, “Aegon, how many duels have you won in this in the training yard?”

“I don’t recall, mother,” he focused on cutting the roasted duck on his plate, “You should ask Aemond. Maybe he can give you an account of his victories.”

Aemond only hummed at his answer, ever calm and refined.

Aemond doesn't need Ser Criston to repeatedly teach him the same technique that you've been taught countless times," her voice grew stern. "Do you know what the common people say of you? They call you the Prince of Dragons and Brothels.

“I expect you to attend to your other duties other than flying on Sunfyre to the middle of nowhere.”

Aegon clenched the silk of his robe at her mother’s words and rolled his eyes provocatively, “Better I enjoy my privileges before my dear half-sister puts me to sword, shouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” he retorted, “Maybe when that day comes, my bond with Sunfyre would be so strong that he would be summoned in minutes.”

Otto responded coldly, “Your mother and I will work, have worked relentlessly to assure that day never comes, grandson. You will not run from your duties, your destiny. Have some decency to acknowledge the efforts of securing your birthright.”

Aegon’s fingers tightened on his cup as he saw the amused expression on his younger brother.

He wanted to lash out and storm away from the room.

But her doe eyes met the contained irritation of his own.

There was pity, understanding, a silent plea for him to contain his rage but also a nod of assurance.

Everything is going to be alright, I promise.

That was the message from her gaze, at least, that was what he thinks she meant.

Without a deep breath, he smiled again awkwardly at his grandsire and drank a generous amount of wine in his cup.

Just as his temper calmed down for a fleeting moment, his annoyance resurfaced instantly as he caught glance of Aemond tactfully rested his hand on her thigh.

Oh she blushed. She placed her hand on top of his and her eyes turned away from his gaze to meet Aemond’s, sparkling with a mixture of shyness, mischief and adoration.

“I’ve lost my appetite,” he stood up brusquely and excused himself.

He couldn’t care less about his family’s disapproval of his rude exit.

He knew they couldn’t stand him, just as he couldn’t stand their hypocrisy.

Oh there they were.

The most devoted defenders of propriety.

Judging him mercilessly for his escapades for pleasure among some low-born whores in the city, yet allowing Aemond to touch her, act so intimately without even establishing an official betrothal.

He pondered why the Lannisters could have agreed to such a humiliating affair.

The question plagued Aegon for weeks after that family dinner, witnessing Aemond and Katherine growing inseparable, their hands intertwined when strolling the garden, her forehead pressed against Aemond’s when pressure hits in the training yard, the stimulating conversations they engaged in the sanctuary of the library…

Aegon came to a painful realization.

Alicent was willing to bend the morals of propriety for Aemond’s happiness while chaining Aegon to locks and responsibilities not his choosing.

Was that his fate?

The fuck not.

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Je Te Veux:A Jay Fic

Chapter 1: Sugar Bowls and Handsome Strangers

Summary : Lee Y/N, youngest daughter of the Lee empire which rules of South Korea, meets a stranger one night at a party. Only fate knows what happens to both of them.

Pairings: Fem!Reader × RichHeir!Jay, includes rest of Enha. Mentions of Itzy, stray kids and other groups in the coming chapters!

Warnings: Mentions of food and alcohol, mention of bullets, reader fantasizing about Jay's fingers, Reader wears a dress and a sports bra.

A/N: This is my first work everyone! I don't have much experience in these things so please give me mental support. I'm just a delusional girl in my Jay era.

No poet, musician, lyricist, author, scriptwriter or painter could explain the love you had for Park Joengsaeng. And yet here you were standing in your garden,trying to deny your feeling for him as you ramble to your older brother.

You had met him at a nice little party hosted by your filthy rich parents. You were bumbling off on your own by the dangling lanterns when you noticed another boy fiddling with his glass of Champagne. He had a black Burberry suit on with an emerald brooch stuck to his breast pocket. And he looked like the most handsome person in the crowd of rich people and their snobbish children. After all, your parents were the owners of the biggest jewelry company in South Korea and quite frankly, the entire world. All of these old men and women and boys and girls dressed in silk and chiffon were the owners and heirs to luxurious companies. You had known every person at that party because of forced introductions from your parents, but still you had never seen this peculiar boy standing at the christmas tree all on his own. He looked simply dressed compared to all the other boys there, who were dressed in suits of reds, greens and purples with pearls hanging from their trousers and their necks. But yet, he stood out and looked more sleek than anyone else. And in a flash, his eagle- like eyes pierced yours and you were slightly startled. Who was this mysterious stranger and why did he make your soul leap up? You quickly looked at your Jimmy Choo heels and then at the skirt of you green Versace dress which your mother had finally allowed you to wear. The dress wasn't anything immodest. It was a half shoulder cotton dress, sparkly and knee length which attracted many teenage heirs who flirted shamelessly with you. Thankfully you knew how to get rid of them with your quick tongue and sharp wit, which your mother despised and you father was proud of. Although you thought that perhaps it was your brother, Heeseung who scared them off. Ah yes your brother. Mr Lee Heeseung, heir to the golden empire of the Lee Family which has been handed down for centuries. He was a charming young lad who had girls swooning over him 24/7. Unfortunately for them, he had a girlfriend, Shin Yu-Na of the silk empire of the Shin family. She was sweet, beautiful and the greatest future sister in law you could ever wish for. Your brother always had his gang of six heirs around him. They were his best friends from childhood as your parents were partners with their parents. You had met all of them and were on first name terms. Well, all except for one. Park Jay on the vast Park empire of weaponry and alcohol. He had a younger brother Park Sunghoon, who you were already friends with. But Jay was, invisible to say the least. You had never seen him in person and had only known him from what your brother spoke of him. Even your parents had never seen him. But you weren't curious. You were always focused on your writing career and plus, you had your brother's friends with you too. You mind snapped back to reality as your mother called you over to the champagne table. You looked to see where the stranger was but he was gone. Shaking your head, you led your way towards your parents, your brother, his friends and Yuna. All of then were sitting with their fancy suits and dresses and raising their glasses filled with bubbly alcohol to their mouths. You sat down next to Heeseung and Yuna and joined the conversation. Heeseung looked at you and remarked "Ah Y/N you've finally graced us with your unholy presence."

You playfully slapped his arm and turning to Yuna, you asked "How are you Unnie? How's Ryunjin Unnie?" Yuna answered "You brother has been spoiling me awfully after forgetting our anniversary. Ryunjin's fine. She's focusing on dance for now." You nodded and looked down the table to see Sim Jayeun or Jake, the eldest son of a vast empire of fuels, talking to your father. Next to them were Kim Sunoo and Yang Jungwon, step brothers who ran the cotton buisness in the country. Further down the table were Park Sunghoon and Nishimura Riki who was the youngest son of a Japanese empire who ruled over the ocean and its belongings.

Slowly you turned your head towards your father. You watched as from the shadows behind your father's chair emerged a boy in a black suit. It was him! The mysterious stranger! He slowly smiled at you and Heeseung as he made his way to sit next to Sunghoon, but not before giving a warm hug to your brother and muttering "it's been a long time brother". Heeseung and Yuna beamed at him while you looked at him more clearly this time. Gosh he was handsome. You wondered absent-mindedly of his age when Yuna leaned in and said " It's Jay. Thank god he came. Heeseung was dying. He's your age Y/N. And he's handsome. Might wanna think about something with him ya know?" You flushed red as you got up with everyone else to head to the dining table to for dinner. You locked your arms with Sunoo, who was probably the closest to you and questioned "Sunoo, why have I and hundreds of other guests here, never met Jay?" Sunoo looked at you with his fox eyes, smirked and answered "He's a mysterious man noona. The only people here who have met him more than one time are Heeseung hyung and Sunghoon hyung. They say he's shy and likes to keep to himself. Even I have only met him on three occasions. He is attractive though and your age, if you still want a ring on your finger." Sunno giggled under his breath and you playfully slapped his arm and went to sit down somewhere and pounce on your food. Unfortunately as you reached the table, Heeseung called out to you, motioning to a seat between him and Jay. "No, Oh no I can't sit next to him! I'm gonna puke" Your brain started on its anxious train of thoughts again as you sat down next to brooding man with dark hair and piercing eyes. You tried to avoid his gaze, but still couldn't help but look at his handsome arms and fingers that could keep you up all night. He ate his food with such grace that you thought he must have been brought up by a ballerina. You didn't try to talk to him and instead scanned the table trying to catch the eye of someone you know. You thankfully caught the eye of Jake and motioned subtly towards Jay as if to say 'help me'. Jake, however only smiled and proceeded to put mashed potatoes on Riki's plate all the while taking about how thin he's gotten. You rolled you eyes at the Mama bird Jake moment and instead reached across for the sugar bowl to top your tea with. As you sipped on the warm liquid, a soothing voice cut across and asked "May I please have the sugar bowl?"You looked to your right at Jay, who was looking at you with those beautiful galaxies in his eyes and extending a hand towards the sugar bowl. "Oh" you stole your eyes away from his and took the sugar bowl "Of course." You handed him the wooden bowl as your hands brushed against his and smiled as he thanked you and gave you a small smile. As dinner finished and the sugar bowl moment still lingered in your brain, you father called you and your brother and his six companions (including Jay) over to the wine fountain where their parents were also present. You walked along with Jungwon and stood next to Yuna and your mother as everyone engaged in small talk. Your brother took you in hand and guided you over to Jay who was staring at the skyline from the large glass windows. "Jay. I want to introduce you to someone. This is Lee Y/N, an aspiring writer and my younger sister" Jay turned to you and looked you up and down, as if checking a dress on a mannequin. He extended his hand and you shook it, taking note of the scars that decorated it.Turning to you, Heeseung said "Jay is the heir to the Park family and he's your age. He barely comes to see me because apparently his work is his lover." He shot Jay a smirk while Jay looked on nonchalantly. "He also wanted to be a writer you know? I wonder what happened to that dream." Jay furrowed his eyebrows and said "That dream is impossible to accomplish with what I do everyday. Plus, didn't you wanna be a car mechanic when you were younger hyung?" Heeseung chuckled and replied "That's exactly what Y/N says whenever I bring up her writing career."

Yuna came over soon and putting her hand on her boyfriend , she said "You mother is asking for you Seungie. Why don't we leave Jay and Y/N to chat for a while?" Heeseung nodded and left with Yuna by his side, but not before both of them threw you devious smirks.You awkwardly picked up two glasses of wine from a tray and gave one to Jay. He muttered a thank you and stared out the window again at all the bulidings. In an attempt to make conversation with him you started with the sentence "So, how are liking the party?". Jay looked at you as you mentally slapped yourself for asking such a boring question, but you couldn't think straight whilst admiring his visual. His stunning eyes and his glamorous hair, styled in curls and his eagle like stare put you in a bit of a temporary limbo."It's nice. Never been to one outside of my parent's parties actually. I usually just stay in the corners until everyone leaves and then I stuff myself with food up in my room", he confessed and you heart took a turn as you said "Me too actually. I just attend for the alcohol and to judge everyone's dresses". You hoped that he hadn't taken those last words in a wrong way but he chuckled and smiled. "Surprisingly you do the exact same thing I do." He sipped his wine again and you took in those beautiful fingers again wondering what they would be like inside of you. "So Y/N," Jay leaned against the window "I might ask you a boring question but what are your plans for the future?" You stole your eyes away from his lips ( with much difficulty) and replied in what you hoped was your normal voice "Well, as my brother mentioned, I do have plans to be a writer. I interned a bit as an editor at a publishing company. But my parents have hopes that I will run the designer part of the company one day. They seem to think I have a good eye for fashion, but in all honesty, I just know about a goose egg's worth about it." Jay's mouth twitched a bit as he asked "Did you choose the dress and shoes yourself?" "Yes. This is one of my most favourite dresses but unfortunately for my mother it's too 'distracting'. Thankfully she let me wear it." You took note of the small smiles Jay gave you in between sentences, which you hoped was him saying 'hey this conversation is interesting'.

Your brother soon came to get you as you had embarked on the very interesting topic of emeralds and sapphires with Jay."Hey lovebirds. The party's over and everyone's left. Well almost everyone" he said glancing over at the 5 boys trying to stack wine glasses. Your heart leapt again on hearing the word 'lovebirds'. Jay however looked unbothered as he kept his wine glass on the table and made his way to hug Heeseung again. "I'll see you tomorrow brother. Hopefully in better clothes. Miss Y/N" He said bowing to you. You bowed back as he took your hand and kissed it. Yep if you weren't in love earlier, you certainly were now. Jay made his way to the door with Heeseung's arm around him and you slowly made your way to Sunoo and the rest of the boys, all the while admiring Jay's broad shoulders. "I don't care what my parents say. I'm crashing here tonight in Heeseung hyung's room." Sunghoon stretched and put his arm around Sunoo, who started blushing like crazy. You smiled warmly at Jungwon who smiled back and glanced at Sunghoon and Sunoo, who you knew had a crush on the former. "Well if you all are gonna sleep here, shouldn't we ask our parents first?" You questioned Jake, who was busy wiping a stain on his white blazer. "You're right and we have already done that Y/N. All of them are getting drunk in the cellar now. I expect they won't wake up tomorrow that soon to discuss deals again." He wiped the sweat on his forehead and continued "I had hoped Jay would stay but seems like Heeseung hyung is already dropping him off." You don't know why but that sentence made you weirdly sad. "Noona, noona look what I can do" Riki's voice rang in your ears as he tried and failed to do a handstand. He stood up and looked at you with puppy eyes as Jake chuckled and whispered "He's had five drinks and he's already drunk. Kid has the lowest tolerance I've ever seen". You smiled to yourself and called Jungwon to take Riki upstairs to the guest bedrooms as Riki muttered something along the lines of "I can take care of myself Jungwon hyung. Let go". You prepared to go upstairs yourself as the oak doors opened and Heeseung and Jay stepped back in. You froze at the sight of Jay's messed up hair and his slightly opened shirt. Heeseung wore a proud look on his face and said "Well I managed to convince mr grumpy here to stay the night cause we need to discuss buisness tomorrow anyway so Y/Nah would you please take him up to the guest bedroom next to your room?" You threw a glare at Heeseung as he innocently smiled and pushed Jay towards you. "Of course. Come on Mr. Park." You guided him upstairs and showed him to the brown oak door next to the blue one with your name carved in. "There you go Mr.Park. I'm sure you'll be comfortable. Ring the bell if you need anything". You pointed towards the tiny golden bell attached to the door as Jay smiled and said "Please Miss Y/N. Call me Jay. Thank you for your kindness. I'll see you tomorrow." He threw you a wink and quickly shut the door as you went into your own room and kicked the air as you mentally fed yourself the delusion that Jay was definitely your soulmate.

The next day, you woke up in your bed and tossed around on your red pillows for 5 minutes before getting up and walking sluggishly to the bathroom. You definitely only had two glasses of champagne and a glass of wine last night but your head said otherwise. It was still 7:48 by the time you got out the bathroom and into your sports bra and gym shorts. You went down and were greeted by a very quite hall. You usually got up early to take a run around your garden and work out before heading to breakfast with everyone else. You made a mental note to remind Heeseung of his promise to play basketball with you today. You heard snoring noises from the other guest bedrooms and assumed that it was all the parents and their heirs crashed out from last night's party. Passing by Jay's room (and ignoring the urge to open it like those K Dramas you watch) you noticed it was locked from the outside. Your family's mansion had a unique key system where you could figure out when it was locked from the inside and when it was locked from the outside. Shrugging it off, you made you way downstairs, drank your very sweet coffee, ate a banana half heartedly and made your way out the doors. The bodyguards were still there and they smiled as you greeted them. You always had a great relationship with your bodyguards. Being the daughter of one of the most powerful people in South Korea meant that a sniper could be roaming anywhere. Your bodyguard, Chan, was six years older than you and a great father figure. He was always by your side and had even took two bullets for you once.

You started your run from the marigold bushes and decided to run to the koi pond today, five times more than what you had run two days ago. Plugging your ear buds in you put on the 5 Star Album (go stream it again and again) and picked up the pace as the beat of the song got faster. You had reached your favourite sycamore tree when you noticed a man doing push ups by the great chestnut trees. Curious, you abandoned your run, stopped your songs and silently creeped up and hid behind another tree. Then you recognised those beautiful curls of hair of Park Jay. That explains the locked door of his room! You admired his agility for a solid five minutes while staring at his biceps which were visible from the tank top he was wearing. While wondering how his arms would look wrapped around you, his eyes caught yours just as they did the night before. He got up from his position and exclaimed, with a smile, in that soothing voice "If you're done staring, you can come out from behind the tree, Miss Y/N". Startled, you bounced out from behind the tree and awkwardly stood there. "I'm sorry. I was on my run and usually no one's awake by this time. Bit surprising you got up this early from last night's party" You hoped that your reply was enough to satisfy him. He shot you a grin and said "Well I was just about to pack up and head back. But seeing as you're here, might you want to head back with me?". Your heart was going to explode like it does in cartoons when a character is in love. You muttered a small "yes" and waited as Jay packed up his bottle and yoga mat. You took note of his shoulders again. God, he looked like Achilles and Hercules combined.

The walk back to the mansion was surprisingly calm. You ambled across the grass and Jay walked in his usual collected manner, both of you not speaking a word to each other. You shot him tiny glances now and then and hoped that he hadn't seen you creepily staring at him every moment. You reached the mansion as your bodyguards opened the doors and you were greeted by loud chatter as everyone was happily breakfasting. You cringed and tightened your shoulders, thinking about how your parents would react to your sweaty self arriving at their front door, accompanied by your brother's best friend's sweaty self. Jay, trotted slowly towards Heeseung, grabbed a glass of water, muttered a 'your sister caught me in the garden' and disappeared upstairs. After he was well out of earshot, you mother, Sunoo and Sunghoon all said at once "What were you doing with Jay, Y/N?",whilst wiggling their eyebrows. Surprised at their syncronicity and annoyed at the question, you simply replied "I was out on a run to the koi pond and I spotted Jay doing pushups and then we walked back to the house together after sweating our asses off. Happy?" You glared at your mother and ran off upstairs to take a shower and change into much better smelling clothes. Reaching your door, you noticed a pink sticky note stuck on top of the carving of your name. On it was written, in loopy handwriting "Sorry for leaving you alone to deal with that. Wanna have a glass of afternoon wine to make it up to you?". It was signed 'Jay'. Your heartbeat ran an entire marathon as you entered your parchment covered room and went directly to the shower. You picked up your coffee scented shampoo and ran the lather through the strands of your hair. Wearing your tank top and bell bottoms, you went down to finally fullfill your rumbling tummy. Reaching the now, clean table with only one plate (yours) present, you picked up your fork and gorged on the scrambled eggs.

The rest of the morning went in a breeze as you (im) patiently waited for afternoon to arrive. Jay and the rest of the boys and your parents went off to the main hall to discuss buisness while you, Yuna, Riki and Sunoo, who had thankfully escaped from the meeting went out. Sunoo and Yuna went to buy earrings and you and Riki got stuck at the arcade, trying to win some fake gold coins (which upon learning that they were Taiyaki coupons, Riki became more determined). After Riki finally won the Pac-Man game, both of you sat down to take a breath and sip on your melted slushies. "So noona, what's going on between you and Jay Hyung?" Riki innocently sipped his drink while looking at you with his cheetah like eyes. You gave him a sour glare and said "Nothing's going on between me and Jay. We literally just met last night and fate was just cruel to me today that I had to meet him in the garden" Riki gave you a confused look and replied "But, doesn't Jay Hyung like you? He always drooled over pictures of you which he saw in Heeseung hyung's photos. Eh I don't know. I'm too young for this." He took a big sip of his red slushy as you sat there, dumbfounded and wanting to burst into a thousand paper pieces.

That's it y'all. The next chapter will probably be out in a while cause I also have some college work to do too. But I will release it from the grasps of my notes app soon. Look forward to it!!!

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[tantive404]

Recently, I came across these tweets, and I kind of can’t stop thinking about this.

I adore villain x heroine ships and dynamics, and frequently find myself pondering what it is I love so much about them. One thing I’ve come to notice is this very idea: the importance of the male villain’s desire for her… his near-obsession and the fact that he is threatened by her. And, as mentioned in those tweets, part of what makes that so special is the rarity of seeing men or male characters treat women as being so important, as being valid or worthy of consideration as a threat. To me, it can be almost empowering to explore such dynamics through fiction.

One of my favorite movies, of course, is Star Wars: A New Hope, and primarily because I’ve always been absolutely obsessed with whatever is going on with Leia and Vader and Tarkin there. It always draws me right in… the powerful Dark Lord near-obsessively chasing down this tiny defiant young princess, slaying so many soldiers and going through such effort, so adamant that she be brought to him alive.

And from there, she’s treated as a high-class prisoner, heavily guarded and locked up tight, interrogated ruthlessly… but resisting with all the strength and pride of a leader in an underdog rebel movement. She’s essentially the one who is the key to the entire story.

As for Tarkin, he spends much of his screen time dealing with Leia… focused on how best to break the rebel prisoner who holds such key information in this galaxy-spanning war. Most famously, of course, this is illustrated with the destruction of Alderaan… an entire planet wiped away as an act of spite and a means to manipulate the girl he regards as a critical enemy. He is rather creepy and demeaning to her, too, but this only serves to add to a complex power dynamic worth exploring….

Moreover, I imagine it is rare to see a powerful military man treating a nineteen-year-old young woman as a credible threat to his Empire, but in ANH, it’s very much the case. And with the villain/heroine subtext I rather enjoy envisioning from their little scenes together, it can be quite captivating and unique.

There are a lot of similarly enjoyable pairings in many mahou shoujo series— Usagi and Dimande in Sailor Moon, Ichigo and Kisshu in Tokyo Mew Mew, and all manner of Pretty Cure rarepairs— where young girls simply trying their best are the ultimate key to defeating evil and have an ongoing rivalry/love-hate relationship with the worst of monsters. The subtext in such dynamics is fun to explore just as it popular in fandom to do with many popular male superheroes and their archenemies— Batman and the Joker, for instance.

In fact, even when it comes to the most cliche and stereotypical damsel-in-distress stories, the inciting incident, the villain’s capture of the innocent girl, always comes from his inherent desire for her— whether it be her beauty or status, or some form of obstacle which she presents to his evil plan.

It’s so strange and fascinating to think that these sorts of dynamics, particularly when it comes to ship discourse in fandom, are often decried as “toxic” and “abusive”. It’s not as if there aren’t some very dangerous power dynamics at play— which only makes these relationships that much more fun to explore in fiction— but so too can they truly serve as a power fantasy for women and girls, who are so often told made to feel as if we aren’t important.

Sometimes I just need a villain to chase me across the galaxy and regard me as his “worthy foe”, you know? 🥺🥰

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[malcolmhclland]

holiday prompt → lyrica holland.

001. under the mistletoe—

well, she certainly takes advantage of the mistletoe hanging at traxs as she very much makes out with jimi underneath it whenever given the chance— but isn't the rules of the mistletoe? as for other kisses, i mean, she's very much free love so i'm sure she's kissed much of rosewood due to mistletoe.

002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink.

i don't think she was snuggling up to any one person specifically this year. i think the holiday's came and she was out having fun. bar crawls with her fellow traxs employees, taking pictures with drunk santas during santa con, watching the sun come up from her roof top with her friends. if she woke up besides anyone this holiday season, it was surely in a cuddle puddle after a long night out.

003. snowed in from a heavy snow storm.

five people she'd like to be snowed in goes as following— 1. Cliff, Benny and Teddy: C'mon, that's like Rosewood musical royalty. She needs to hear all about their escapades back in the days whilst also recording literal masterpieces. 2. January's Dream: Once again, I don't think she needs to explain the contributions these women had to music. 3. Natalia Maston: If you've ever had anything her bestie has ever made, you'd understand why she's definitely needed in a lock down situation. 4. Her dad: If you're facing god knows how many hours without entertainment, why wouldn't you want Malcolm by your side? Her dad down. Plus, for the edibles he surely has on his person. 5. Maybe Jimi: That's if he's not on her shit list at the moment and time. But if he's not, most definitely him.

004. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the center and family chaos ensuing around the house.

I know that the holidays most definitely go down at Cassandra and Dove's place for the Empire Records gang— and that's just a good ol' time over there. The Empire Record cast is fully just good vibes all around, so I'm just picturing really good music and a whole lot of laughter. But simply don't ask Lyrica or Malcolm to cook, their talents surely lie elsewhere when it comes to dinners. Like getting everyone high for them.

005. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel.

Lyrica, for certain and I imagine the Holland family tree to be quite whimsical. Like, they are surely the people to have bought the upside down tree and it's a sight to behold.

006. setting out snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers!

You know, I don't think Lyrica ever had too long a believing in Santa Clause phase, solely because I truly believe Malcolm would have spilled those beans accidentally when she was way too young. But I also believe that Lyrica was too sweet to break anyones bubble, so I believe that Mal and her were both the cookie eaters in their house.

007. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice?

She's a nice list girl all the way. Sure, she can be vindictive at times, but she doesn't revel in being mean. In fact, she tries to make up for it almost immediately after the act is done. She's a nice girl.

008. exchanging and open gifts, anticipating what gift they may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks?

I want to say that the best present Lyrica has ever received was surely a vinyl of Renaissance by Beyonce. I like to think that album very much inspired baby Lyrica in many ways, but more specifically, it's production and it definitely inspired her dj sets.

009. auditions are now open for the town christmas extravaganza !!!

Lyrica definitely loves a stage moment, I believe she would have surely been a part of a Rosewood holiday production or maybe five. Never a Rudolph, but most definitely a Dasher or Vixen. I don't think she's much of a performer now a days, her talents lying more behind a CDJ.

010. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win?  

C'mon now, Lyrica is definitely joining in on a snow ball fight and I know she took them seriously. The enemy had to be covered in snow before she accepted any defeat as I know the children of the Empire Records cast know all too well.

#chwprompt

[amorevolousfaith]

Chapter 5: Son Of The Dragon

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,

Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.

I say nothing as Ellaria and I sit off to the side in the garden, my fingers weaving her through her hair. Oberyn and Mori not too far in front of us sparing with one another. “Who do you think killed the boy?” Ellaria questions leaning her head back on my lap, “Who knows.” I shrug running my finger over her forehead. “Do you believe it was man or a woman?” She continues, “Both are possible. Women are capable of being just violent as men. When men are so entitled they think with their pride and when women are so suppressed they think with their ambition, conflict ensues no matter what county or empire you're in. The earth is littered with Empires that believed they were eternal, only to be torn down by matters of the heart or humanity.” I spoke softly.

Ellaria hums, “You are wiser than most people I know.” She smiles, “All my husband knew how to do was wield a sword, I had to balance him out. I can only hope that I can teach my son the ways of both or ar least find him a wife to balance him out.” I murmur looking to watch the warriors clash weapons. “You son is extremely wise, both in mind and body.” She laughs, “How so?” I muse with a smirk, “At the wedding. He told me allure does not simply come from the body, but from the fire of one’s soul as well.” She quotes breathlessly. “I dare say he nearly made me swoon.” She teases, “I must thank you, for helping my son break out of shell. Both you and Oberyn.” I whisper. “Perhaps there is hope that the Dragkoi bloodline won’t end with him.” I smile softly as Mori swings his sword down on Oberyn’s spear.

“Why don’t you get married again? Surely there would be someone who would take an Empress.” Ellaria expresses, I hum, “Yes, but I’m not sure I should. I quite like the freedom I have while not being married, the only purpose marriage has is rightful inheritance. But even then, that can be earned in my country,” I laugh, “You should come to Dorne after this then.” She beams, “As much as I would love that, I am still Empress. I can’t be gone too long.” I sigh out. Our conversation is cut off by Mori letting out a groan when Oberyn knocks him to the ground. “Better than before little dragon, but you still have much to learn.” Oberyn smirks holding his hand to the boy. Mori being the grown child he is pouts as he takes Oberyn’s hand.

“Emperor Morizuka,” A sweet voice calls, all of our attention turns to the young woman who would have been queen. The Tyrell girl, I believe, “May I have a word.” she smiles. Mori looks to me and I give a nod, but much to my shock he looks to Oberyn as well. The older man pats his back before giving him a slight nudge in the girl’s direction. Mori approaches slowly before offering his arm out to the girl, she takes it with a small smile before they walk out to the gardens. “What do you think of the Tyrell girl?” I murmur as Oberyn prowls over to us, “She often seeks the guidance of her grandmother, and her grandmother is one of the craftiest women in Westeros.” Oberyn answers. “She went after the king for his statues, no doubt she’s going after Mori for the same thing. The only difference perhaps is that Mori will treat her well, something all women crave no matter how ambitious. Love isn’t hard to find if you're willing, would she grow to love him? Would Mori love her?” I thought out quietly.

“That would be something you would have to ask them both.” Oberyn spoke quietly as he lounges across the bench we sit on and takes over my lap from Ellaria. “Greedy.” Ellaria huffs before making room, “Oberyn.” I murmur softly, the man hums in return as I thread my fingers though his hair. “My son likes you.” I whisper, “I sure hope so, dearest (y/n).” He chuckles, “No Oberyn, he likes you in a way he’s been deprived of sense I cut his father’s head off.” I confess. Oberyn’s brown eyes open to look at me, my eyes meet his, I search his eyes looking for anything that could tell me what he was feeling.

“I’ve never had a son. All girls and I love them, but I’ve wondered what it would be like to have one. Bastard or not, but ever since meeting the boy I think I’ve finally figured out what it’s like.” He confesses in return. A weak smile forms on my lips, “That’s good. I want him to cherish that, knowing it’ll break his heart when he leaves.” I breathe out. “He is always welcome in Dorne, as are you.” The man hums out, “If only we had that freedom.” I laugh weakly brushing my fingers along the man’s beard. “I would love to visit Dorne, see all these daughters you speak of. Perhaps steal a few.” I tease, “As much as I adore you dearest, you’d have to fight me for my children.” Oberyn chuckles. “I sure hope so, or else I’d take them all from you.” I chirp, “Ellaria too.” I quip with a smug smirk.

Oberyn kissed his teeth and sent me a playful glare. I look back at him, locking eyes once again, searching his eyes. “I always wonder what crosses your mind when your eyes meet mine.” Oberyn coos reaching up and running this thumb over my cheek, “Nothing. I only search them. Looking for that fire that burns in your soul, the one that makes you so free and passionate. I’d give almost anything to have a taste of it.” I answer with a smile as I tilt my head into the warmth of his hand. “You can taste much more than that our dragon.” Ellaria purrs, “I keep—” I start, “Those you fuck. We know dearest.” Oberyn cuts off with a chuckle.

Before I could open my mouth to reply Mori and the Tyrell girl came from around the corner. I take a moment to take them in, how graceful they look with one another. Mori stands tall, framing the feminine girl perfectly and his harsh apperance is balanced by her softer one. Mori smiles gently as the girl beams, “How peculiar.” I whisper, the girl bows to Mori before taking her leave. My son then approaches us, taking a deep breath to ready himself. However the three of us simply occupy ourselves, “Mother. Oberyn. Ellaria. I’ve returned.” He announces after a minute. “We see that little dragon.” Oberyn chuckles as he twirls a stand on my hair between my fingers, “And… You haven’t asked me questions.” He spoke hesitantly, “As you wish. Would you like to go another round of dueling?” Oberyn questions. I smile amusingly as Mori blinks in shock, he clears his throat and nods. With a soft grunt Oberyn lifts himself from my lap only for Ellaria to steal her spot back. “He’s growing.” Ellaria smiles, “He is,” I beam in return.

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[bitterarcs]

For the first time in . . for the first time, he took care applying the rough bristles of a well used toothbrush against the various stains littering pants. There was a valuable reason why black was favoured among all other colours, yet the crust of blood and other things still made their pesky way to the surface and to eye, keen or otherwise. Special care was given to coveralls that were once as pure of black as the space between shinning stars . . a task meant for mothers and village washer women . . where lye infused soap which irritated the flesh beneath his blunt nails was applied to blue-black fabric until the worst of the stains were removed.

For a kid who was fond of procrastination and sticking a knife into someone just for a dirty look, he thought ahead. Ten steps. Twenty. A true leader had to take measures even if Reno was only the leader of his own life in a greater sense. While no dress code had been passed from lip to lip, Reno only saw it fit to hold the appearance of cleanliness if he was to secure gil in the short run and an empire of miscreants in the long run. Would he rule Midgar, the real Midgar, side by side with the nefarious and bloated belly that was Corneo, or would he be the rabid dog which bit at jowls to secure his position as number one.

Any person, child or adult, who knew Reno would thusly know the end game ticking inside his mind. A child of fourteen years of age — soon to be fifteen — held the plans of bloated ego most commonly seen in men thrice his age. Watching over working women and appeasing to the base needs of slim dicked patrons was not appealing in the slightest. That empire of flesh and sin was not one he wished to inherit, but what other choice in the young and ambitious have? So unlike Reno yet Corneo did have ambitions of his own and for a man with as fat a wallet as his gut, apparently his funds were being drained on professional men with detrimental results.

Why hire thirty year old men with military experience when there were children to be used at a quarter of the cost? On one hand, the prospect was despicable and the man's desperation was laughable. On another, more dominant hand, Reno would be a brain dead chocobo to turn down the offer . . had he the option. Every fucking kid salivated at the opportunity. Fortunate enough for the deathstream gang, they were the ones who were offered the hand of the devil. Even among his gang the competition was stiff.

Boys and men claiming to be brothers would slit each other's throat while balls deep in a lay just to climb the ladder. Demons held no loyalties. If a mother could abandon their child, Reno knew there was no love and loyalty on the planet. Other boys who had called him a brother sneered with tactless subtly when Reno was given a coveted position and not the errand boy piss. Don't fight, aye, boys. A job for even one of us means we all get good. Play nice and we'll be neck deep in gil and power, Tyw had excitedly spat at his underlings, resembling more a goblin sitting atop gold than a thirty-three year old human.

Egos were a fickle thing for boys competing for the marrow of bone and to live another day. Reno was pleased as pudding, and despite the mirth and pride which he dispelled as readily as carbon dioxide, he was smart enough to not rub anything in; he didn't survive so many stabbings without learning a book full of lessons. Life was lessons. Life was growth even if it meant rubbing elbows, more or less, with men like Corneo.

A lot of the guys simply desired to get close to the honeybees ( morons ) while Reno only saw the money and the thrill of putting a bullet between someone's eyes like a professional. He vibrated with energy from the moment the news shattered his little world to stalking the inn. Reno and his crew weren't to get too close or engage the girls. The older kids would act as makeshift security on the exterior while younger members like Reno were tasked to look out for the presence of enemies, report, and then dispose of them without drawing attention.

The fat fuck put a lot of weight on the shoulders of kids who barely knew patience. Reno was not immune entirely; his aspirations acted like the anchor to his blood thirsty actions. Four hours in and hunger began rumbling inside his belly. Another hour in and a middle aged man offered the kind of smile that was probably familiar and welcomed inside the inn. Worst of all, he couldn't break the shithead's nose lest he drew attention to himself.

Reno fumbled with the sleeves of his coveralls which were wrapped around his waist; he reined in his spitfire. Unfortunately, it made the teen look bashful, maybe even shy, and it prompted the shady man to approach . . cigarette waving in the air as a peace treaty. Reno's jaw clicked with the pressure implemented. He folded arms against his chest, and the man seemed to take it as invitation to stare at the onyx tank top . . or the skin which was not covered.

Red hair is good luck, so they say.

Fuck head. As if Reno had not heard the tired statement time and time again along with its inverse. He looked left then right, then back and forth again, before hitching his head to the side. Reno abandoned his post for thirty seconds, a minute max, inside the alleyway where the stench of piss was strong but no lights reached. The creep loomed over him; satisfaction ripped from his face with a kick to the nuts and four punches to the face. He was not an uglier sight of pissed in pants and a broken nose. Reno wiped his blood knuckles on the creep's shirt before rushing out of the alley to resume his surveillance. No one the wiser.

#[ ⁰⁰⁷ ; a little bit of reno to spice up life ] #stingslikeabee #[ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ; pre turk ]

[perzysprumia]

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: CERSEI LANNISTER.

species: immortal succubus (cursed)

age: 1400 32

birthday: late fall, 623 C.E.

zodiac: scorpio

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual (heavy femme lean) / homoromantic

race: white

hair color / style: strawberry blonde / waist length straightened or curled, styled in medieval fashion. (sometimes cut and/or dyed to conceal her identity)

eye color: green / turns full black (irises, pupils, whites of eyes) when feeding or starved

height: 165cm / 5'5"

family: all deceased, except for her son tommen, who she had turned into a vampire when he was 25.

fandom: character - game of thrones, universe - fandomless but mostly tvdu.

faceclaim: lena headey

H I S T O R Y :

cw: ho.mophobia, r.eligious tr.auma, vi.olence

Born within the Dark Ages / Early Middle Ages in what would now be considered England, Cersei was brought up surrounded by anything and everything she could ever want or need. Her family founded, owned, and operated one of the largest gold mines of the Roman Empire, and when the Empire fell, their fortune was then reallocated to funding the Catholic church. They have continued to do this to this day, unbeknownst to the public in modern times.

Cersei, her twin brother, and their younger brother never knew strife and rarely sickness. Their family provided everything for them save for the concept of a warm and loving home. When Cersei was a teenager, all she wanted was to have a family of her own so that she could give them what she lacked her whole life: a mother. Hers died in childbirth for her little brother, which she never forgave him for, and which cemented in Cersei’s mind her want and need for family.

Married off to another wealthy family at the age of 16, Cersei began having children as soon as she could. She had 3 in total – Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen. Her entire life became taking care of her children, and while she adored her children, she didn’t necessarily enjoy being married to her husband. He was cruel, and uncaring, and wanted nothing to do with her other than to make more children, as he put it. She endured him and their marriage solely for her children, but felt from a young age that she was not solely interested in men when it came to love and sex.

In fact, the idea of being in love with a man seemed absolutely foreign to her. She had only ever loved one person aside from her mother, and it was a friend she made at church the year before her marriage. The girl’s name was Myrciel (murr-seel), and the two remained very close for many years. Cersei named her daughter after her, and Myrciel named her own daughter after Cersei.

Even into adulthood, Cersei remained steadfast in the fact that Myrciel is the only person she thinks she ever truly loved aside from her children. This becomes apparent in the way the two frequently drank together, talking for hours and hours and also somehow always ending up sleeping in one another’s beds as well. Their husbands remain oblivious, their children simply think they are very close friends, but others become suspicious. Highly suspicious.

A servant of Myrciel’s home catches the two women in “an act of sin” – as he described it – and immediately reports them to the church. Cersei’s family being who they are, pay off church officials to keep it quiet. Myrciel’s husband and family, however, are not as lucky. While the news is kept quiet as per Cersei’s father’s request, another part of his request is to have Myrciel put to death in a quiet and efficient manner, so Cersei no longer has the ability to disgrace their family and her husband.

Cersei’s father arranges for Myrciel’s death to be seen from a specific window in their family home, invites Cersei over alone for a family dinner, and forces her as well as her siblings to watch Myrciel be bludgeoned to death by church authorities.

Cersei is absolutely devastated, of course. She is not even able to leave the window until her father is absolutely sure that Myrciel is dead, but when she gets to the body, she finally breaks. Cersei sobs over Myrciel’s body for what feels like hours, she can feel her heart shattering into shards of the love she once felt for this woman. She begs god for help, but god is the very reason Myrciel is dead.

She realizes god will not help her. And so she turns to everything but god.

Cersei takes Myrciel’s body to a known witch, someone who had been outcast long ago and who Myrciel spoke about being a kind and caring person regardless of what people said about them. She begs the woman to do something, to bring Myrciel back, but the woman tells her that she can’t do that. She instead offers Cersei revenge and vengeance, she offers to give Cersei the power to avenge Myrciel’s death and prevent others like it, but it would come at a cost. Cersei says she does not care what the cost is.

The witch gives Cersei a jar and tells her to drink its contents on the next full moon. When Cersei does this, she immediately loses consciousness, waking in the middle of a clearing in the forest behind her family’s estate. There is a woman standing above her with nothing but blackness for eyes, and the witch is nowhere to be found. Cersei questions where the witch is, but the woman laughs in response, and her voice is laced with something Cersei cannot place. It’s almost otherworldly, and it’s terrifying, and Cersei tries to run, but the woman stops her. She says that Cersei drank the potion that summons her, so she must make an offering and strike a deal.

Cersei was never told this, but if she was going to leave with her life, she would have to comply. The woman tells her that the offering she must make is a sacrifice of something she holds dear, but Cersei refuses to lose anyone else close to her. The only other thing she cared about were her children, and she made it very clear that she was not willing to sacrifice any of them for any reason whatsoever.

The woman – demon, as Cersei would later find out – kisses her without saying another word. Something moves from the woman’s throat into Cersei’s, it feels like smoke but thicker and denser, and the moment it moves into Cersei’s stomach she begins to feel an immense amount of pain. The woman once again stands over her as Cersei falls to the ground screaming. She’s saying that from now on, Cersei will no longer have the ability to have children, but she will require the act of making them to continue living. As long as she feeds, she will stay alive, but she will no longer age. She will have the strength and abilities to crush those she wishes to seek retribution from, but she will not be able to love another person like she loved Myrciel or else she will eventually starve and die.

Once the pain stops, Cersei manages to get out words. She says “I’ll never love anyone like I loved her, anyway.” She loses consciousness again.

This time when she comes back, Cersei actually feels different. She can feel power thrumming through her body but it’s nearly completely overshadowed by the emptiness she feels. It’s like hunger, but also vastly different, and Cersei doesn’t even bother to check if the woman is still there or not. She heads to her family’s estate, finds her father, and immediately begins attacking him. To her surprise, her nails do not break when she scratches him, her fists don’t hurt when she hits him. The strength she has is unnatural; she is able to pick up her father by his throat and throw him across the room. She doesn’t care, though. She beats him to death, screaming at him the entire time, even after he’s dead.

Cersei moves on to the church authorities that killed Myrciel, then Myrciel’s husband, and plans to end with her own husband, but the hunger in her is too vast and too deep for her strength to continue. She remembers the woman saying something about feeding, but she can’t figure out what she is supposed to feed on. She plans to figure it out later, and simply use a knife on her husband, but the moment she sees him something inside her recognizes the need she has.

She kisses him as the woman had done to her, and feels a warmth inside her chest immediately. Cersei can feel whatever it is she needs flowing into her and her strength restores enough for her to crush her husband’s head while still attached at the mouth.

Covered in blood and entrails, Cersei tries to take her children and leave, but they are terrified of her. She realizes that in trying so desperately to make the woman understand her children were not on the table, she had lost them either way. She would have either died, sacrificed them, or they would end up seeing her as a monster as they do now. She tries to tell herself that this is the better option, that at least they are alive and can thrive even if it’s away from her. She does not believe that, though.

Cersei has spent the last 1,400 years learning what she is, if there are more of her, and in turn learning more about the supernatural world. While there are others of her kind, they are few and far between, and she rarely runs into them. She has watched over her children closely, but never too closely, and she has kept track of her family line all the way up until modern times. In the 16th century, her family took the surname Lannister after the head of household at the time. Cersei has used this surname ever since.

This bio serves as a baseline for Cersei in modern occult based/supernatural fandoms. Individual fandom verses will also be posted and linked as I write them.

POWERS:

superhuman strength. gets stronger the older she gets. strongest after a fresh feed. (tvdu: equal to that of a 300-500 year old vampire.) however, she does not have supernatural speed.

indestructible/unkillable unless starved. (tvdu: this ability is NOT like vampires’ ability to be “killed” but come back to life.) nothing will kill her. she can have her neck snapped, heart pulled out, bleed to death, etc. but it will not kill her. not even temporarily. depending on how recently she has fed and the quality of the energy she fed on, whatever injury that should have killed her will regenerate/heal/grow back within a minute. 

enhanced senses. sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste. (tvdu: equal to that of a 300-500 year old vampire.)

allure. a form of involuntary compulsion. being within 1 meter / 3 feet of her will cause someone to be drawn to her, and if they give in (consent) to the thoughts/compulsion, she can “persuade” them to tell her nothing but the truth. however, she cannot force them to do whatever she says, and the person must consent VERBALLY for her to sleep with them. this power cannot be turned off or controlled by cersei.

INFORMATION ON FEEDING:

she must be kissing someone to feed from them.

feeding can happen without sex, but the strength that’s restored from it will not be as strong or last as long unless she feeds during sex. 

after effects on someone cersei has fed from include: fatigue, lack of sexual drive for up to 3 days, lethargy, and on rare occasions loss of consciousness. the timing of these effects are cut in half if she feeds from a supernatural creature. 

if she feeds from a human, she is capable of killing them if she takes too much energy.

she gains the most energy from vampires, and therefore seeks them out the most to feed on. 

cersei prefers to feed on cishet men and kill them afterward, regardless of what species they are, but she is capable of feeding from any gender. 

what happens when cersei is starved or hungry: becomes pale, eyes become entirely black, loses strength, loses energy, becomes noticeably irritable/aggressive, migraine/headache, hair loses color and breaks off, she is more easily injured and does not regenerate as quickly.

death will happen between 6-8 weeks without feeding. she will desiccate and turn into ashes. her ashes can be used to bring her back, but only the demon that made her has the capability of doing that.

WEAKNESSES:

not feeding.

drinking too much; this causes her to be even less aware of her allure ability as well as numbs her heightened senses and makes her more vulnerable to attack.

light witch magic / nature magic. she was made by a demon/demonic magic/dark magic; using the opposite of dark magic on her will weaken her but only temporarily.

stabbing her through the heart with the blood of the demon that made her will instantly kill her, regardless of how healthy she is.

#alt cersei bio #BIOS. #CERSEI LANNISTER: ABOUT.

[ubaid214]

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[keiraleth]

Books Read in 2022 (Part V/V)

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Here are all the books I’ve read in 2022.

RATING: 5/5 = All-Time Favorite | 4/5 = Loved It | 3/5 = Liked It | 2/5 = It’s Complicated | 1/5 = Not For Me

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The Second Mrs. Astor by Shana Abé

Read in English | Rating: 3/5

“It’s going to be this way, you know. Forever and a day, we’ll be watched and followed, studied and analyzed. I fear you’ll know no peace with me.” “Peace,” she scoffed, light—but her heart was pounding, fierce and strong. “What a tedious notion. Who requires peace, when one may have Colonel Jack Astor?”

Summary: Madeleine Talmage Force is just seventeen when she attracts the attention of John Jacob “Jack” Astor. Madeleine is beautiful, intelligent, and solidly upper-class, but the Astors are in a league apart. Jack’s mother was the Mrs. Astor, American royalty and New York’s most formidable socialite. Jack is dashing and industrious—a hero of the Spanish-American war, an inventor, and a canny businessman. Despite their twenty-nine-year age difference, and the scandal of Jack’s recent divorce, Madeleine falls headlong into love—and becomes the press’s favorite target.

On their extended honeymoon in Egypt, the newlyweds finally find a measure of peace from photographers and journalists. Madeleine feels truly alive for the first time—and is happily pregnant. The couple plans to return home in the spring of 1912, aboard an opulent new ocean liner. When the ship hits an iceberg close to midnight on April 14th, there is no immediate panic. The swift, state-of-the-art RMS Titanic seems unsinkable. As Jack helps Madeleine into a lifeboat, he assures her that he’ll see her soon in New York…

Four months later, at the Astors’ Fifth Avenue mansion, a widowed Madeleine gives birth to their son. In the wake of the disaster, the press has elevated her to the status of virtuous, tragic heroine. But Madeleine’s most important decision still lies ahead: whether to accept the role assigned to her, or carve out her own remarkable path…

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Thrawn: Treason by Timothy Zahn

Read in English | Rating: 4/5

“Someday, Mitth'raw'nuruodo, you'll overthink and overplan, and it will all come crashing down around you. When that happens, I hope someone is there to lift you back to your feet."

Summary: “If I were to serve the Empire, you would command my allegiance.” Such was the promise Grand Admiral Thrawn made to Emperor Palpatine at their first meeting. Since then, Thrawn has been one of the Empire’s most effective instruments, pursuing its enemies to the very edges of the known galaxy. But as keen a weapon as Thrawn has become, the Emperor dreams of something far more destructive.

Now, as Thrawn’s TIE defender program is halted in favor of Director Krennic’s secret Death Star project, he realizes that the balance of power in the Empire is measured by more than just military acumen or tactical efficiency. Even the greatest intellect can hardly compete with the power to annihilate entire planets.

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The Mad Women’s Ball by Victoria Mas

Read in English | Rating: 2/5

“A doctor invariably believes he knows better than a patient, and a man invariably believes he knows better than a woman; it is the prospect of this scrutiny that makes the young women nervous as they wait to be examined.”

Summary: The Salpetriere Asylum: Paris, 1885. Dr. Charcot holds all of Paris in thrall with his displays of hypnotism on women who have been deemed mad and cast out from society. But the truth is much more complicated—these women are often simply inconvenient, unwanted wives, those who have lost something precious, wayward daughters, or girls born from adulterous relationships. For Parisian society, the highlight of the year is the Lenten ball—the Madwomen’s Ball—when the great and good come to gawk at the patients of the Salpetriere dressed up in their finery for one night only. For the women themselves, it is a rare moment of hope.

Genevieve is a senior nurse. After the childhood death of her sister Blandine, she shunned religion and placed her faith in both the celebrated psychiatrist Dr. Charcot and science. But everything begins to change when she meets Eugenie—the 19-year-old daughter of a bourgeois family that has locked her away in the asylum. Because Eugenie has a secret: she sees spirits. Inspired by the scandalous, banned work that all of Paris is talking about, The Book of Spirits, Eugenie is determined to escape from the asylum—and the bonds of her gender—and seek out those who will believe in her. And for that she will need Genevieve's help . . .

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The Valley of Fear by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Read in German | Rating: 4/5

“Well Holmes", I murmured, "have you found anything out?"

He stood beside me in silence, his candle in his hand. Then the tall, lean figure inclined towards me. "I say, Watson", he whispered, "would you be afraid to sleep in the same room with a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?"

"Not in the least," I answered in astonishment.

"Ah, that's lucky," he said, and not another word would he utter that night.”

Summary: When Holmes and Watson receive a cipher from one of Moriarty's henchmen warning of dark doings at a manor house, they find themselves on the trail of a murderer. Almost immediately, they are on their way to Sussex where they discover a corpse with its head blown to pieces. But all is not as it seems.

#personal #reading list #books 2022

[ordinarytitan]

I am sure you heard of Genghis Khan, the great Mongol warlord who unleashed the greatest conquest cataclysm in world history. He built the greatest empire by land mass the world has seen and, in the process of doing so, killed around 40 million people. If that number isn’t impressive enough, consider that it is around 10% of the world population at his time! It is even said that killing so many people caused global climate change! If these achievements aren’t impressive enough, it is speculated that he slept with tens of thousands of women in his life, and 16 million people today are his direct descendants!  Even this day, his name is associated with conquest, fear, destruction, and terror. But surprisingly, even this “monster” had a soft side for his first wife Borte. He married her when he was 16 years old. But, unfortunately, only shortly after, a hostile Mongol tribe, the Merkits, attacked his camp ad kidnapped his wife. Kidnapping women from other tribes was a common practice in 12 century Mongolia. The father of Genghis Khan had even kidnapped his mother from the Merkit tribe many years ago. As you see, back then, things were much, much easier! You didn’t have to approach and date women. You simply chased with your horse and kidnapped the girl you liked! What an amazing era! Ok, all jokes aside... The poor young Genghis was devastated. &nbsp; He said that his breast was “torn apart,” and his bed was “made empty.” Fortunately, with the help of some friends, he organized an attack on the Merkit camp and took back his wife. However, Borte had been captive for 8 months, and the chief who captured her took her as his wife… So, when 9 months after her rescue, she gave birth to her first son Jochi. Nobody was sure who the father was! Yet, Genghis loved Borte and knew that this wasn’t her fault. Therefore, he let Jochi remain with his family and raised him as his own son. And even if Genghis has taken multiple wives and concubines in his lifetime, only Borte won his heart and was the only wife that heavily influenced his decisions on several occasions. So, even he had his “special” girl! Do you know why? Because it is in our nature to connect deeply and truly love a woman that is a great match for us.  It amuses me when I see some dating gurus claiming you should never trust and love women. That only beta males love women, and the alpha never gives his heart to a chick. It really amuses me… Do they are more badasses than Genghis Khan and all the other great men in history who fell in love with a woman? I don’t think so… I think the guys who teach this nonsense are afraid of truly contenting and trusting women because they have their own issues and insecurities. And I truly believe that one part of the male psyche needs the love and affection of one “special” girl. You may be a conqueror that wants to go in bed with multiple women, but at the same time (if you are honest with yourself), you crave to find “the one.” That is how reality is, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of that. Nor should you believe that you are less of an “alpha” because you feel that way. I won’t lie to you.  It was fucking fantastic when I played the Casanova game and slept with many women. But it was also great when I found my “special” girl and settled in an amazing relationship with her. You are a conqueror but at the same time crave “the one.” Never forget that. That is for today. If you want to get more tips on flirting, dating, and seduction, just click the link below and subscribe to my mailing list: www.OrdinaryTitan.com

[matthiesenbradley71]

Testimonies Revolving Around Earrings in Diverse Cultures

Earrings are worn several purposes and factors. But now jewelry are worn simply for their ability to enhance typically the appeal of the person. Modern women all around the world choose earrings to be able to match their fashion, personality, dress plus occasion. Since the diamond is typically the chosen gem of this era, symbolizing luxury and classiness, new diamond diamond earrings make their approach for the market on a daily basis. get more info obtain jewellery for their own loved ones to exhibit their love and affection. Some regarding the fascinating tales that revolve around ear-rings and their origins in diverse civilizations are given listed below. In China a couple of different versions revolve around the origin associated with earrings. Is some sort of heart-touching story relating to which an orphan girl who had been in deep sadness started the practice of wearing jewelry. She was stated to be weeping continuously that that affected her visual acuity. An acupuncture medical professional who visited the woman town saw her pitiable condition and even treated with his acupuncture treatment skills by poking holes in the particular girl's earlobes. The girl got cured and it is definitely believed that the lady started wearing earrings from then on honoring the acupuncture treatment doctor. Since this accentuated the appearance, other girls likewise started to use earrings, thus making it a norm. This theory is the particular most accepted 1. Even early Indians (both ladies and men) wore earrings regarding the above objective. Another story revolves around taming women so at the earlier age of eight. The story continues on like this; some sort of girl owned by a rich family was so naughty that will her parents wanted to make the girl gentle and shy. They tried various approaches but little or nothing succeeded. It had been then, the women's mother hung jewelry on each involving her ears which dangled and banged on her face whenever the young lady made harsh actions reminding her involving other's mockery in her. This really is mentioned to have tamed the girl. Various ancient tribes almost all around the world wore earrings to be able to ward off nasty. They assumed that evil spirits passed via ears into the bodies, so they really wore metal jewelry to defend towards evil. Pirates believed which they got the lord's protection if they will wore big in addition to long earrings. Nomads poke their child's ears to hold earrings in the perception that it will certainly bring longevity. Ladies of Russia gifted their husbands using earrings in order that they are not necessarily harmed inside the challenge field. Earrings plus their significance differ from one culture to a different. It is fascinating to make note of that slaves of the olden Roman Empire were made to wear earrings to signify submitter and slavery, w here as Indian kings put on big earrings showing off their preço and prosperity. What ever might be typically the reason or purpose, now gold in addition to diamond earrings happen to be worn for their particular variety, fashion, skill and shine.

#How To Overcome Bitterness #click here #more info #here #read more #website #get more info #check here

[stiltonbasket]

In Flowers in the Palace, how are Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen viewed by the country as a whole?

Nie Mingjue publicly overthrew (aka murdered) Wen Ruohan with no warning whatsoever, so he has a reputation as a pretty bloodthirsty emperor. However, things began to change when he started making reparations to WRH's various victims and married Lan Xichen, since taking a respected scholar for his Empress was viewed as an act of sympathy for the common people. But at the same time, he outlawed political executions and acts of physical discipline towards servants, so most wealthier households either love or hate him, while the middle/laboring classes think favorably of him. However, the military/trade aspects of the country are all going strong, so none of his opponents have been brave and/or foolish enough to complain about him.

Similarly, LXC is a mixed bag with opinions about her differing between genders instead of between social classes. Virtually all of her male subjects have issues with a woman being so deeply involved with the government, and after she passed her first set of new laws about girls’ education and legal marriage ages for teens, there were no remaining political factions that didn’t have a problem with her. But unlike with NMJ, Lan Xichen is also widely feared. Lan Xichen has her own network of spies that report directly to her, and the entire country knows that these spies exist, though no one knows who they are--and furthermore, getting on her bad side is worse than directly aggravating the Emperor, so there have been multiple assassination attempts during her reign as Empress, though no one has tried to kill NMJ. 

#asks #flowers in the palace #reference #meta #nielan #lxc has a hard time of it rip #and there are plenty of women who don't approve of her either #but all the girls and young women in the empire are in love and simply have to stan #the thing is that nmj and lxc were both the ideals for young men and women respectively before nmj took the throne #nmj was the perfect son re: wealth and education and martial ability and filial responsibility #and lxc was seen as the perfect woman i.e. beautiful and accomplished #everyone in the upper-middle class and above *knew* them #so their flaws in the eyes of the older generation are strong points to their peers #and their rule gets more secure as they get older and the previous generation starts retiring #things are kind of politically shaky now but nielan have a solid game plan lol

[sinisterexaggerator]

Cad Bane Request? Reader that manages to escape him? Like really wanna read something of a Bounty that fights him back to point of escaping and becomes a real nice cat and mouse chase ;) eventually he finally captures her again ;) the rest up to ya !

Title: Ready, set! 

Word count: 2.3K, roughly.

Warnings: A kiss! Rated PG! ( No smut this time, as I was unsure! <3 )

Inspired by: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Vonreg_family

You were a daughter of the prestigious Vonreg family. You had hired Cad Bane yourself, but he was unaware of this important bit of vital information. You had deemed it so.

It had to appear convincing. You wanted to leave your home world of Artisia. You had no interest in the affairs of the Galactic Empire or what your name stood for. You were rebellious, but you didn’t behave as such; there were risks involved you couldn’t take. You wanted to be kidnapped, but that would be near to impossible as you were an heiress to aristocrats.

Your crest was worn proudly by your scions and allies the world over; your family was dedicated to the war effort; they were on the Empire’s side. Your brothers were elite pilots for the Starfighter Corps and had the right to wear bronze finished helmets; you hated all of it.

No one could pull this off, and you couldn’t very well walk out the front door on your own. No one except perhaps a certain notorious Bounty Hunter; a Duros who had won notoriety for his unmatched skills and wide-brimmed Bolero hat; a style reminiscent of ones that humans sometimes wore, though his species was nearly reptilian in nature.

You posed as someone else, offered a heavy bounty; said you wanted “the girl” to hold as ransom for fundamental clues about the Empire; a new Starfighter design that “her” family had access to; the blueprints of something called a TIE. The only reason you knew this much was because your brothers wouldn’t shut up about it around your majestic, garish house. It was supposed to be top secret, but they were gossips; had huge egos. They would be the first to fly them – it made your father proud.

You offered five-hundred thousand credits. Cad Bane thought it interesting. He took the job. Now it was your turn to play another role; the damsel in distress, until such a time would come to reveal to him your masterplan.

You didn’t want to make it too easy for him. You were trained from an early age in martial arts, various weaponry, and how to otherwise protect yourself. It was part of the Vonreg way; even the women were expected to serve one day, unless they married. You were young, unwed, and had no plans to trap yourself; you hated your family, the Empire, and all it stood for. You would test him; his mettle – just to see if he could really get you out of here. It had to be believable, or you would be labeled a deserter, something you could not afford.

You pretended you didn’t notice him. He was lounging with one leg up, curled back against a wall. You were out with friends. You wore a tight ensemble, something you could move freely in. You had ordered Caf at the cantina, and you sipped it as two red, oval eyes stared out at you, a toothpick being chewed upon by a set of crooked, unsettling teeth.

He strolled over to your table - he paused above you and the trio of other girls. They were mildly whispering, gasping, but you remained cold, indifferent.

“Miss Vonreg?” he questioned nonchalantly.

“Yes.” you informed him just as offhandedly.

“You’re comin’ wit me.” he stated simply.

Some of the girls laughed, but Bane didn’t crack a smile. Perhaps they thought he wasn’t serious, though his mannerisms said otherwise.

“Why would I do that?” you asked, feigning curiosity.

“There’sa bounty on dat pretty head o’yours – five-hundred thousand creditss. I intend to co-llect.”

“Can I get a head start?” You challenged him. He took the bait.

“You tryin’ to play’a game wit me, girl?” Bane loved a good back and forth of Loth-cat and mouse.

He withdrew the toothpick from his mouth, taking a step back, just an inch or two. He offered you a way to make your move, a means to an end. An end where he would capture you, no matter your current outlook. He thought you naïve to think you could get away from him.

“Anita!” One of your friends called out, surprised. “Who is this man? What’s going on?!” They seemed concerned, as they rightfully should be.

“I don’t know…” you played it off, though you knew very well who this Duros was - you had hired him.

Cad Bane smirked, the tips of two long, azure finger pads gripping the rim of his leather hat. He tilted it just a fraction and introduced himself. “Cad Bane. Your worst nightmare I’m ah’fraid.”

His voice was mechanical, cybernetic breathing tubes attached to his hollow cheekbones. His accent was thick, illustrious, and he could easily command a room.

More whispers all around.

“I’ll give you five min-utes, lil’ lady, den I’m comin’ af’ta you. You can give up now, make things easier on yourself.”

You were feeling coy; coquettish, you stood and trailed a single finger along his chest, down his leather vest, and he raised the left side of his brow ridge as he returned his chew toy to his mouth, biting down harder than perhaps he meant to on the toothpick - he had snapped it right in half.

“Ready. Sset.”

You took the hint and ran.

Bane sat down in an empty booth, kicking his long legs out. He crossed his arms and waited patiently as your friends gaped open mouthed.

You found yourself in the middle of the street. Your adrenaline was pumping. You made your way towards a residential sector, zipping between small houses along alleyways. You thought to hide at first, test his hunting skills. You dipped down behind a storage crate with nervous anticipation.

When your time was up, Bane exited the cantina, casually, strolling along in the direction you had taken. Mitrinomon thrusters ignited and sent the Bounty Hunter straight into the air, albeit gracefully. He was balanced on his internal axis, nimble, able to steer clear of any and all objects, his lanky form adept at aerodynamics, something taught to him by Jango Fett himself.

He glided along like a predatory bird, zipping above rooftops until he saw the top of your bare head. He pressed a singular button on his right, forearm gauntlet and the boots cut off. He dropped down silently behind you and gave you a gentle tap upon the shoulder. “You bore me, girl.”

You gasped when you were brought face-to-face with him; an outright alien; but your instinct was to run again – you found yourself out on a busy street and you hopped on a speeder bike - it didn’t belong to you. A person yelled, but you blocked it from your mind.

He pressed the link to his comm device, and he spoke to someone as you gained momentum; it was Todo 360, his faithful service-droid. “Todo! – Cut ‘er off. She’s hea-ded in your direction.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Bane!”

Cad Bane sauntered forward, watching as you screeched to a halt. A small droid of some kind had nearly flown right into you. He was hovering in midair, his little rounded feet alight as his thrusters kept him airborne. The speeder toppled to one side and you right along with it - onto the ground below.

“My apologies, Ms. Vonreg!”

Bane was looking down at you, the end of that still broken toothpick being chewed. You were panting, and he could only smirk, somewhat amused. “Done yet?”

You scrambled to your feet, but he was too quick for you. He had encapsulated your face between two dexterous digits, holding you there with such strength you were afraid to move. His crimson, elliptical eyes seemed to stare straight through you, and he added. “I need you alive, don’ fret too much.”

Your hands came out, palms flat, and you shoved them straight into his chest. He stumbled back a pace and you swung your fist. He dodged it with ease, bending at his knees. He meant to give you a low round-house kick, but you jumped right over his attempt and returned with a high-kick of your own – he was spry, too fast on his feet for his own kriffin’ good.

Bane did a backflip to avoid the blow, activating his boots again - he remained suspended in the air, set one LL-30 blaster to stun, and took his shot.

You dodge rolled, running into the nearest business. He dropped back down, meaning to follow you, but the appearance of a Landspeeder blocked his path. “Get outta de way!” he shouted, obviously flustered and annoyed.

The driver seemed confused, aghast by this man screaming and took their time perhaps without meaning to. He finally ran and slid over the top of the vehicle by the aid of one blue hand propelling him, Cad Bane dashing forward into what happened to be a clothing store.

You had already snuck out back, careening around corners, lifting up a sewage hatch and hiding below, underground.

Bane was at a loss; downright furious when he checked the back alley and you were gone. He stormed back inside, knocking over a mannequin before exiting out the front – he had swung his heavy duster around too roughly.

He spotted his droid and yelled out to him - Todo came to join him, having been waiting patiently in the periphery for the last few minutes.

“She’s movin' fast. Not sure which direction she’ll wind up takin’. If we meet in de middle we’ll have her right where we want her, I imagine - she’s tryin’ to take de sewers, Maker damn her.”

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You had waited at least an hour. You didn’t hear hide nor hair of him. You had walked along the sewer, carefully, so as not to fall, finding yourself in another part of town far from your home. Little did you know that Bane had attached a small tracking device along the edge of the utility belt you wore – he had planted it that time he had snuck up behind you that first go round of your little game.

It was impossible to see by your viewpoint, though you caught sight of a tiny, red flashing dot in the reflection of the dirty sewage water at your feet. You reached around and ripped it off, though you weren’t at all surprised.

“Kriff!” you yelled out, scrambling up a ladder to finally be met with fresh air at the surface level.

Your eyes darted to and fro, not seeing the male Duros, but you were unsure which way to go or what to do. He was most likely in hot pursuit. That’s when one stun cuff slapped down on you, but you managed to kick his ankle hard enough from behind that he lost his grip; he had tried and failed to close the other binder.

You turned on him and swung the loose end of the cuff. It struck his face so that he became really mad. Those red eyes narrowed, and he withdrew his bola. He knew you were likely to scamper off again like the little mouse you were.

“I’m gettin’ sick o’dis now, lil’ lady. You’re comin’ wit me dead or alive. I’ve changed my mind.”

You gasped as that hadn’t been a part of your plan at all; you should have realized not to upset the Hunter. He was often times dishonorable, infamous, and you had tempted his bad side, though not that different from the rest of him. He was a scoundrel all around.

You ran anyway and he swung his bola like a lasso. It entwined your feet and ankles, latching on around your calves. He was quick to overtake you, but you withdrew a vibroknife from underneath your shirt sleeve and cut your legs loose in the nick of time.

You were nearly up again when he cinched onto one of your dainty wrists. He initiated a shock to you that was easily strong enough to down a Wookie, but he had readjusted the calibration so as not to kill you.

You yelled out in pain and sudden fear, as your knees gave out beneath you. He brought the loose end of the cuff around and bound you tight.

You struggled relentlessly, so much so he finally gave in, using a trick he still had up his sleeve; saved for occasions just like this; a too rowdy bounty. He withdrew a shiny orb, made to mimic a Jedi mind trick, and he whispered to you as you stared into its hypnotic depths. “Relaxxx. Sleep now, girl.”

Your eyes closed, and you were gone, coaxed into a restful, though temporary slumber, wondering just what it was you had gotten yourself into.

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You woke up in his ship’s prison hold; he had taken all your hidden weapons and communication devices. He was staring in at you, one hand propped up against a metal panel that was a part of your cell door, though you were separated by a red forcefield that would issue you a shock should you try to leave.

He had a fresh toothpick in his mouth as he grinned in at you, his elongated teeth exposed, somewhat satisfied with himself. “You gave me’a run for my creditss, Ms. Vonreg.”

“I had to. I was the one that hired you.”

He straightened up, glaring now, unsure he had heard you right. “’Scuse me?”

“I’m a Vonreg. I wanted to be kidnapped, but I couldn’t go down easy. It had to be believable, or they might suspect something. Give them a show.”

“I don’ believe it.”

“My comm device, trace the encrypted code sent out over the HoloNet.”

He growled low, churlish, then withdrew your device he had withdrawn from you. He was somewhat shocked when his own comm beeped and bleeped at him, though he didn’t bother to answer.

“Believe me now?”

The red forcefield dropped away, and you stood nearly eye-level with him, though shorter, as his height was towering; somewhat intimidating. He leant in close and whispered. “Dat was’a lot of trouble on my part. I think I should get’a little somethin’ extra for all I had to go through.”

“What did you have in mind?” you asked demurely, kittenish.

“You tell me, little lady.”

You leaned forward for a kiss. His eyes widened but then relaxed. He allowed it for some few seconds, then he pushed you back - much to your disappointment, as you had always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone as dangerous as him.

“Well, since you’re ya’ own kid-nap-per, I’ll be needin’ d’ose coordinates. I suspec’ you have somewhere you wanna go.”

“You suspected right.”

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