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sports-on-sundays · 9 months

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prince not so charming / CL16 / PART 1

Warnings : Mention of death, Mention of sex, Mention of marriage between a minor and an adult (spoken about as a bad thing, not a good thing), Mention of forced marriage, Switching between second and third perspective, Charles acting a bit spoiled maybe.

Summary : Prince!Charles x Princess!Reader - A prince has seven princesses brought to him, and must choose which one he wants to marry.

Author's Note : I've had ideas like this circulating through my head for quite a while, so I figured this would be something good to start my blog off with, especially since I think it's another idea that a lot of other people might enjoy reading. I'm just starting out my blog, so if you read this and you like it, I would really appreciate if you would hit my ask box and request something to support me and help me get going! And of course reblog and follow would be kind too <3 Thank you, and I hope you enjoy my little story.

Requested? : No.

There are six other princesses travelling by chariot today as well, also headed to the same exact castle you're heading to.

When your father, the king of your small island country, told you that the prince of one of the largest countries nearby was sending in for all the single princesses, both you and your father had a plan.

Unlike a lot of countries, yours is just fine with having a woman rule as queen, by herself, so since your mother passed away in childbirth, and you're your father's only child, you've both basically decided that getting married into some other kingdom's royal family is just about the last thing you want to do.

Apparently, this Prince Charles, who is twenty-five, your age, has been being pressured ever since he was eighteen by his family. The story is that they keep trying more and more ladies from all different countries and families, but every single one he sees he quickly dismisses after meeting them, rejecting every single one.

Which, you figure, means he's a spoiled little ungrateful brat, like many of the royals from surrounding kingdoms and countries. Not surprising.

For seven years, his mother and eldest brother have been searching all over for the woman he'll finally accept. Of course, searching only in royal and noble blood.

So now, they're bringing in seven more princesses to see if he'll accept any of them. You're generally not worried about this conceited prince wanting to marry you, but just in case, you and your father have ensured that there's no chance he will.

So you sit in the covered royal chariot, wearing a plain white dress, a men's cloak, your hair very simply down over your shoulders, and dirt smudged on your clothes and face.

Even though it's not your most favourite outfit, it's worth it to avoid at all costs being forced to court with... someone like Prince Charles.

You're sure he'll be disgusted.

Which is good.

You've met all the princesses that will be arriving as well, and you're sure most of them will be more interesting to a prince such as Charles. Apparently, to them, he's known as the most handsome prince around. All of them would be delighted to marry him, and are surely putting forth their best for the prince.

You're sure he just uses his good looks to fake a charming personality, so people like him. That's what all the princes do, but then when you really get to know them, it turns out their personality is really quite devilish in the end, and it was just an act, a show, to get you interested in them.

Soon enough, the chariot you're in stops, and your driver gets out, holding the curtain for you as you lift your skirt to jump out. The driver offers his hand to you for help, but like always, you ignore it and hop out yourself. It's not like when women jump we break our ankles or something. My goodness. You know deep down inside they're just trying to be honorable and kind, but still.

You look up at the castle. It looks very basic, like many other castles you've seen, with it's tall pillars, carved images, and glorious towers reaching up, slicing into the bright merry blue sky.

"Would you like me to walk up with you, or send a servant to go with you, up to the door, Your Highness?" asks your driver with a very low bow.

"No thank you, but I appreciate the offer. I can handle walking by myself. Just carry on."

"Yes, of course, Your Highness," he nods, briskly, with agility, hopping up into the chariot.

You turn away from that, and start walking down the cobblestone path that leads to the third courtyard, which leads to the main gates. When you get to the gates of the third courtyard, a guard grunts at you, not even realizing that you're one of the princesses, because of your means of arrival and presentation, "What's your business here?"

"I'm one of the princesses to meet Prince Charles today," you say simply.

He narrows his eyes. "No, you're no-"

"Listen, guard. This was a message sent only to the princesses, no? How could anyone else know about this? If you do not allow me to enter and go to the castle with all the other princesses here today, I will order my men to go against you in an instant!"

The guard's back straightens. "Right, then, Your Highness! Please, show mercy, and forgive me for my misunderstanding! I'll lead you to where you need to go immediately!"

"You're forgiven. Now, yes, take me there. And let's get this over with."

Charles reclines in his velvet red couch, leaning back as he stares up at the sparkling gold chandelier with a heavy sigh. There's a knock on the door to his room, and he calls, "Who's there?"

His older brother, Lorenzo, enters the room, shutting the door behind him. "Charles, come on now. I thought you were supposed to be getting ready." He ruffles his brother's light, fluffy, tangled hair. "My goodness, Charles, you need to get this cut and washed before you meet the princesses. And clearly you are in need of a shave."

"I don't have to have nice hair or clothes for every last one of those ladies to fall deeply in love with me. In fact, half of them probably are already deeply in love with me," replies the younger with an eye roll and a scoff.

"Charles, you know you have to look more presentable. Stop with all the excuses. Get up now."

"Is Mama gonna cut my hair?"

"Charles, you're just going to have to get it done by a servant. I'm sending one in to get you fixed up now, okay?"

Charles nods, sitting up more with a sigh. "Yes, yes, Lorenzo. Now be on with your day, now, won't you, King?"

"Charles," he says, looking back from the doorway with a sigh. "Do one thing for me, please?"

"Another thing?"

His brother, the king, ignores Charles' little comment and just says, "Please choose your princess today, Charles. Please. Choose the best one for you. I've been trying to give you responsibilities for so long. I think having a lady may help with your..."

"My what? My goodness, Lorenzo, be out of my presence already! Please!"

And with a sigh, the elder brother listens to the younger's order and leaves him to be by himself.

Charles gets up and walks across the room, stopping in front of his mirror to look at himself. His hair is a little tangled, but he doesn't mind it. He always thinks it makes him look better. It reminds him of how he looks after he's won a race, pushed his horses to the limit, with the wind and dust blowing dirt up into his helmet. He's never minded a little bit of danger, and a little bit of dirt. And a little bit of fun.

Yet a part of him loves to look nice, too, for these girls. Not because he's trying to attract any of them.

Maybe just because he feels so strong in those buttoned coats with gold lining, big, black boots, with a beautiful sword at his side.

Maybe all this talk of marriage and pressure to fall in love is a pain, but by now, would he want it any other way?

It's strange the way you get used to the things you hate, so much that you almost start to like them.

The six other princesses sit as far away from you as they can. Naturally, they're disgusted. Not that you care. You figure it's better like that. This way, maybe their sweet perfume won't make you smell any better.

Even the guards in the room seem extremely confused and unimpressed by you.

Which is just fine. It means that hopefully the prince will feel just the same.

Soon, a servant comes in, saying quickly, "I'm sorry for the wait, Most High Ladies of the Land. Our highly respected and honored Prince Charles, the second heir to the throne, after King Lorenzo, may he be honored forever, is still preparing himself to meet you beautiful ladies. I can assure you all that he is very excited to meet you all. Forgive us for the wait."

Of course he's taking long. He's probably quite vain. Just like these girls surrounding you. Quite vain, you know. You can't help but smile to yourself as you ponder upon the fact that perhaps this vain, conceited, self-centred prince could potentially get along quite well with these girls. Prideful people often seem to enjoy the people who are much like themselves, after all, right?

Soon enough, though, they start taking the princesses, one by one, to come and meet the prince. The princesses here are from ages anywhere between fifteen and twenty-five. You realize that the younger one's time meeting Prince Charles is much shorter than the older ones, and even then, the longest time before the servant comes to fetch the next princess is at most fifteen minutes.

Of course, they save you for last. Which you're happy about. After seeing all those beautiful princesses, you're sure Prince Charles will be even more disgusted with you than he would've been originally.

You stand up when the servant gestures you to come, and you walk next to him down the hallway. When you make it to the end of the hallway, there is a small passage with stairs leading up. "I am sorry to tell you that Prince Charles' room is on higher floor. Would you like me to carry you up the stairs, Your Highness?" The servant asks with a bow.

"My goodness! How do you treat your women in his kingdom? What a meeting this shall be with the prince! By the name of God, servant man, no. I can walk up a flight of stairs just fine on my own two feet."

"Of course, Your Highness!" the servant says quickly, and you start walking up the spiraling staircase. You don't doubt that all the other princesses accepted the offer to be carried.

The hallway at the top is much nicer than the one you were just in. It has red carpets, gold lining, and windows all across one wall. You pause to stare out them. They overlook the huge capital city, and you think about all the little common people down there, working for their lives.

It's such a sad concept. While you're up here, worried about having to meet a prince, there are people down there worrying about staying alive.

It's not right. And when you're queen of your island, that's what you want to fix. In your country, your father has it all set up for you.

You want the people to be happy and content.

"Your Highness?" the servant says. "This is Prince Charles' room."

You nod. "Thank you."

"I'll be waiting outside here if either of you need anything."

You nod again, and slowly turn the knob to the door, before stepping in, closing the door behind you gently with a quiet click.

You have never been in the bedroom of a prince before.

There's a huge window overlooking a beautiful bright bluebody of water, which you assume must be the ocean. On the wall is a breastplate and two swords. There's a large wooden wardrobe with beautiful carvings all over it, and sitting on top of it are two helmets- one look's like a knight's helmet, shining with steel, and the other a horse racing helmet with red streaks painted on the sides. Next to the wardrobe is a painting hanging on the wall of a young man with dark shaggy black hair and a playful smile, wearing the elaborate outfit of a king, despite not having the looks of a typical solemn painting of a king. There's a wall with lines of different kinds of plaques and trophies on shelves, glass doors covering them. Prince Charles has a huge grand, wooden but painted white, piano. His huge bed has curtains surrounding it, and next to the bed is a little nightstand. There's a huge desk with parchment and ink sitting on it, and there's a soft red rug over the floor. Hanging on the wall is a large, beautiful, tinted, full body mirror. There is a large empty fireplace, and with it a red velvet couch and matching chair. Next to these pieces of furniture is a table on which a map, a compass, and a bowl of fruit sits. The whole room smells like sweet, calming incense.

And then, after viewing the room, you turn to view the much less interesting prince. He looks like every other. Sure, his face is exceptionally handsome compared to the others, but who cares? He's not that glorious. He wears a tall black shiny boots, red pants, and a long white double-breasted jacket unbuttoned with gold buttons and gold furnishing. Underneath his coat he wears a soft looking poet shirt. The whole outfit fits him quite well, and compliments his thin, lean, but very strong figure nicely.

But the best of his outfit is the sparkling gold crown upon his head. It shines with all different kinds of lovely colorful sparkling jewels. You can't help but think about how heavy that must be on his head.

His brown hair is nicely styled, his eyes bright, and his white smile likely fake.

But the smile quickly vanishes as he can't help but express the surprise on his face when he sees you. "H- Hello," he says. "You are...?"

"Princess Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Prince Charles." You curtsy.

"Nice to meet you, too, Princess," he says with a quick bow, obviously trying not to express his emotions on his face. It's hard not to laugh at this. At this little rich prince trying to hold it together. He takes a step closer to you. "How old are you?" is his first question. He speaks with the accent that it seems many people from this country speak with. You can't help but wonder to yourself if this country has it's own native language.

"Twenty-five, Prince."

He nods. "Me as well. What kingdom are you from?"

You tell him about the island kingdom you come from, and, as expected, he doesn't end up having ever really heard of it much. "How far off the coast are you?" he asks.

"It took half a day to sail here."

He nods once again. "Alright... Uh, why don't you sit down here next to me," he starts, walking to the velvet couch, "and I can tell you a bit about myself, if that's okay with you."

"Of course, Prince. Go on," you answer as you sit down next to each other on the couch. You look over his nice appearance once again.

"I'm the second son of my father, may he rest in peace. My elder brother is king of this country, and my younger one, Prince Arthur, rules nearby conquered land. Me and my wife would be the rulers of a section of land that we have just won over in war, across the river."

"So you're telling me that regardless of being older than your brother, he rules more than you and has a wife, while you don't?" You really couldn't care less. You're just trying to make him dislike you.

He clenches his jaw and says, "It's just taken a little longer for me... I guess."

"Why do you think that could be?"

"I... well, Princess, so far in my life, I've chased after things besides ruling and marriage."

"Right," you say simply.

"So... tell me about yourself. What... makes you... you?"

You can't help but softly chuckle at that question, as the Prince's eyes look you up and down. "Well, isn't this meeting really only about two things?"

"Two things? I'm sorry?" he asks in confusion.

"Whether the princess' beauty suits your tastes, and whether she'll be good to make you your babies."

He stares, wide eyed. "Wow... egh, you're honest, now, aren't you?"

"I suppose I am," you respond with a shrug.

"Right..." is all Charles says, at a loss for words at the princess' way of speaking. This is the first princess that's been so... blunt with him.

And he realizes perhaps this is why he has been avoiding marriage for so long.

He'd rather not getting married to a woman for her intense beauty, and only use her for sex to have his children. He doesn't even want children. Or a wife.

He really just wants to be for himself. Adventure. Have fun. Make the most of life.

"So, Prince Charles, you said you've been chasing after other things besides marriage and ruling? I'm curious to know what."

He swallows. "Really, my lady, it should not matter. I'm really leaving that old life in the past." Or at least trying. Really, every part of Charles hates to think about leaving that life in the past. It's a life he loves.

But, as everyone seems to say to him, Charles, you're not a little boy anymore. You're a grown man at twenty-five, and it's pathetic how little you've got done in life.

To them, what Charles has done is pathetic. To Charles, what he's got done is success.

"I still want to hear, Prince Charles."

Charles sighs. He figures it doesn't matter if this girl knows or not. He's sure no one would want him picking her, anyway. So who cares if she has a strange view of him? "I love chariot racing. It's my passion. I love it so, so much. See those trophies in that case? Those are from racing. I love the adrenaline, and the danger. I love the speed. That's one thing. I also love music. I play on that piano all the time. I'm not interested in getting married... I mean, I guess I can be kind of romantic, but I don't want to get married for the reasons everyone says I should. They always bring me these women that all seem to act exactly the same, with the same clothes, same personality... And then they get annoyed at me for loving none of them. They try to put me in armor and get me to fight if I'm not going to marry, but that's never turned out either. Even though I have the strength for it, I don't want to do it. I don't want to go out on battlefields and shed the blood of other men. Maybe that makes me a coward, I don't know. Maybe it makes me 'not a man'. I don't know. But I can't help it. It's just the way I am."

The look on this princess' face seem to be a mixture of extreme curiosity, regret, worry, and empathy. Which is confusing.

"Prince Charles, I'm sorry. You're very unlike many princes I've met. But I think you're just fine."

"I'd say you're quite unlike all the princesses I've met. And I think you're fine, too. The bothersome thing is that I basically have to choose one of you seven today. By the way, Princess, usually I wouldn't be saying this. But I just can see that you aren't like the rest. I can tell I can trust you."

"Why do you have to choose one of us now?" the girl questions.

Charles sighs, glancing down at this rug. "I don't want to make this seem like this is any of my family's doing. They love me, and want the best for me. But I have advisors put in place, that in a way have authority over me, and have told me if I don't choose a princess today, then they'll choose. And I know who they'll choose. There's a princess in a very, very large kingdom very nearby, and they've been waiting until she turns fifteen. She's fifteen now, and I'm sure they'll force me to marry her, because having a marriage with a kingdom as big as that is just wise, when it comes to government. But I am not marrying mere girl who is ten years younger than me. There is no way."

She nods. "That's... That's good. Very wise. There are lots of princes I know of that would do just that. So I respect your decision in that very much. But I suppose the best thing for you to do is to just choose the nicest out of those girls to marry. It's a hard situation to be in, though. I'm sorry for you."

"Are you really a princess?" Charles asks, looking the woman in her eyes.

"Yes, I am."

Charles reaches over and wipes a smudge of dirt off her cheek with his thumb, before holding it up in front of her. "What is this all about then?"

"I didn't want to doll myself up. Just like you, I don't want to marry, really. I'm into other things that are uncommon as well."

"Like what, Princess?"

"Well, racing as well. I like hunting with my bow and arrow. I love swimming, and going for walks, and gardening. Most people think princesses always enjoy indoors more, but I love the outdoors. And luckily, in my kingdom, I'm allowed to spend my time outside. I don't like singing or dancing or reading or knitting or doing makeup or dresses or anything, like most people expect princesses to."

Prince Charles suddenly takes your hand and says intensely, "I have an idea."

You narrow your eyes at him, feeling suspicion sink deeper within you. "What...?"

"If neither of us want to marry, then if we married each other, then we could get along more. Like, I'm not saying we fall in love. I'm just saying if neither of us are willing to fall in love, then we marry each other."

"I see your point, Prince Charles," you start, "but it's quite selfish, what you're planning. While you're being forced to marry, I'm not. So while for you it would be a step up, for me it would be a step down."

He continues to hold your hand, though. "I would let you live in your country and rule it as you please. Please, Princess Y/n. It would be... such a favor for me. Seriously, the only time you'd have to see me is when we're invited to dinners and what not."

"Oh, yes, the only time I'd have to see you is for dinners, and as well, perhaps, to come to bed with you to give birth to your heirs! Prince, I do not-"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What? It's rude to interrupt."

"I've stopped trying not to be rude by now! Just let me ask my question!"

"Go on, Prince Charles."

He sighs, giving your hand a little squeeze. "Do you realise that if you want to protect your own kingdom, and keep it as it is as well, that you're going to need an heir?"

You swallow.

What a terrible, awful turn this has taken.

You should've just dressed and acted like all the other princesses.

But you had no idea that Prince Charles would be so...

Such a square peg in a round hole.

Much like you are.

This time you squeeze his hand, which is very, very smooth, and would feel nice, if it weren't so sweaty at this very moment.

He barely whispers, "Please."

He's so desperate.

What will your father say?

You suppose you'd just have to explain the whole thing to him.

"Listen, Prince Charles," you say, slipping your hand out of his, standing up. "I do not want to marry you. I ask you not to marry me. But I understand your point of view, and I understand that I should expect that regardless of what I've said, you still might choose to marry me."

He stands up with you. After getting to know him more, he looks much more handsome than he did in the beginning.

And then he says something shocking. "I think you're beautiful."

You stare, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?"

He reaches over and wipes the other smudge of dirt from your face. "I think you're beautiful."

"How? I went out of my way to look ugly."

"It's your personality that shines through those lovely eyes of yours."

"Wow... Thank you, Prince... You weren't lying when you said you were... romantic. Although you know if this is some way to manipulate me into wanting to marry you, I'm sorry. I've got my mind set on no."

He shakes his head. "That's not what I was trying to do. I was just telling you that... Showing you that... No matter what you do to your appearance, I still thought you're beautiful."

You stare into those bright green eyes, and for a moment, there's a little pit in your stomach. But not a bad one. Like there's something flying up within you. You take a step closer to him, and say, "Prince Charles, you are a very special person. You really are. To see past all the makeup and dresses and perfumes, and look for the one with the personality you like the most? That's extraordinary."

He gently puts his smooth hand to your cheek and says, "You've got to be special as well. After all these years of seeing all these ladies and princesses that I could choose to marry, and you're the first one I have any kind of feelings for. Your humility is so admirable... You just want to be there for your country. You're amazing."

You swallow, nodding. "I don't want to marry, but out of all the princes I've met, you're the only one I would marry if I had to."

"You're the... You're the princess I would marry, and I have to."

You sigh. "I beg you not to say me, but I understand, fairly enough, you're looking at your own best interest. So if you... If you end up having to say me, please let me be there for your country."

"I'll say you, but I'm putting a lot on the line."

"Like what?"

"If my advisors don't like you, which is likely, they'll make me marry the fifteen year old, likely. But it's worth it. I think putting so much on the line is worth it to be with a lady like you. Because I know I won't meet another princess like you. They likely won't even let me, though, so you're probably safe."

And suddenly, your heart softens as you look at his longing eyes, and you say gently, "Prince Charles, say you'll sleep on your decision. They'll have us princesses stay at this castle for the night. In the morning, I'll make sure I look just like the others."

"Cover up your beautiful face with all that makeup?"

"Just so your advisors accept me."

He stares, wide eyed, before suddenly hugging you.

"Oh my goodness," you breathe.

"Don't tell anyone I've hugged you."

Hugging is reserved for, in tradition, only those who are courting or related to each other, so this in a way fills you with guilt, because you know how much people would look down on you if they knew he was hugging you so tight.

You smile to yourself, though, and hug him back, even tighter.

Who cares if they look down on you?

Prince Charles steps away out of the hug, before bowing to you, taking your hand, and kissing it, before saying, "I suppose you should leave now, Princess Y/n. I'll see you later."

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vassia-sparta · 1 year

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Daemon Targaryen x OC Soulmate AU

So, I came across a concept idea where you are married to Daemon Targaryen and you are each other's soulmate, which gives you the ability to feel everything the other feels. Thus, this dirty fic came out of my mind.

Credit for the concept goes to @missglaskin and the anonymous darling who suggested it to them.

I don't own House of the Dragon or Daemon Targaryen (though I wish I did).

This contains adult themes, so if you are below 18 years of age, please move on.

Daemon Targaryen always prided himself in his ability to keep his emotions hidden from everyone. Not even his own brother could tell what he felt most of the time. It was necessary, to keep himself alive in the face of all those who wanted to see him dead.

Only one person knew exactly how he felt all the time. You, his wife and soulmate.

It had surprised both of you when you had realized that the stories and old tales his mother had told him were true. According to an old legend found in a dusty tome from the libraries of Old Valyria, true-blooded Valyrians had a soulmate somewhere in the world. When the two pieces of the soul found each other, a bond was formed between them. Through the bond, one could feel everything their mate felt, be it happiness, anger, sadness, grief and, most of all, pleasure.

The Rogue Prince still remembered your wedding night, how intense it felt when you pleasured each other, how the sense of bliss overwhelmed both of you when you reached your peak together. It had been something he had never experienced with any of the women he had slept with.

Since no one had any information about how the bond worked, you had tried several times to experiment with it. True enough, both of you felt anything the other felt. It was then that Daemon had decided to give in to his playful nature.

That fateful night, you were in a tub full of hot water in your chambers, relaxing after a full day at court, when you felt the first whispers of pleasure blossom low in your belly. Normally you would have enjoyed it, but your husband was nowhere near you. That could only mean that someone else was making him feel this.

Sorrow and despair flooded your mind, a strange contradiction to the pleasure that still roamed your body.

“Why are you sad my love?” came the voice you longed so much to hear from somewhere behind you.

You looked towards the half open door and all the sorrow was sharply replaced by pleasure. There stood your husband, naked as the day he was born, one hand stroking his large erect cock as he gazed at you hungrily.

“I felt your pleasure through our bond and I thought…” you trailed off.

“My love,” he smiled, approaching you slowly, his eyes never leaving you. “You are the only one who can give me pleasure.”

You had spent that night pleasuring each other until the first rays of daylight colored the sky. Now, a few days later, you had decided to teach your husband a lesson, repay his teasing with some of your own.

You were sitting in a banquet the king held in honor of Rhaenyra’s coming of age. The room was full of noble men and women eating, drinking to the health of the young heiress, and talking excitedly amongst themselves.

Your husband sat across from you and was currently talking with lord Corlys Velaryon about their shared achievements in the Stepstones. You had the ill fortune to be sitting next to some boring lady from the Westerlands who had been talking about her husband’s wealth and the luxury of their home non-stop. The only good part about it was that the lady barely even paid you any attention; she just kept talking.

You smiled to yourself and set your plan to motion. Making sure your napkin covered your lap properly, you slipped your hand down between your legs, starting to rub your clit discreetly over th4e fabric of your dress.

Daemon turned sharply towards you, his eyes wide. You smirked at him, adding more pressure, gently rocking onto your hand to get more friction.

The lady beside you asked you a question so you turned to talk to her, but your hand never stopped its movements. You could feel your husband’s heated gaze on you, and you did your best to ignore him. Every once in a while you pushed even more on your clit, and you could see from the corner of your eye that your husband had a death grip on his goblet. Any more pressure and it would bend under his hand.

Feeling adventurous, you took your goblet with your free hand and took a sip of wine, staring at Daemon over it. He looked like a wild animal ready to pounce. You adjusted slightly on your seat, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Across from you, your husband almost choked on his wine.

“Are you alright my love?” you asked, your face the very image of innocence.

“Fine,” Daemon glared at you, taking a deep gulp from his goblet.

“Are you sure? You seem a bit flustered. Did the food not agree with you?” you asked, trying your very best not to snicker.

“Yes my dear, I am quite fine,” he gritted, swallowing thickly. “The food was quite nice, though I think I will have something else to eat, a bit later perhaps.”

His gaze spoke volumes, and the jolt of desire travelled through the bond like thunder, shaking you quite a bit. An image of your dear husband between your legs came to mind, and that very thought was more than enough to rile you up even more.

Daemon felt it as well, his gaze turning even heavier, caressing you like a piece of velvet cloth. You had the greatest urge to jump over the table and sit on his lap, but you contained yourself. This was after all your game, and you had decided to play it to the end.

“Mmm, I think I will try the sausages, they look very juicy,” you merely replied, picking a thick one from the tray to your right. Using both hands, you cut a sizeable piece and put it in your mouth, all the while staring at him.

If his gaze was heated before, now it was hotter than Caraxes’s fire. You let out a satisfied hum, licking your fingers slowly.

“Oh yes, it is wonderful,” you smirked at him, and a new wave of need hit you.

You smiled to yourself, winking at Daemon. This was going to be a fun night.

Your back hit the door of your shared chambers as soon as it slammed closed. Your husband pressed his body onto yours, while his lips ravaged yours like a man starved.

“You minx, you tease,” Daemon whispered, his hands making quick work of your dress and smallclothes. His fingers worked in a fever, almost tearing the delicate fabric from your body. You barely registered the cold wind caressing your body. Your own heat, combined with that of your lover’s body pressed up against you was more than enough to keep you warm.

Daemon picked you up, your legs locking up around his waist as you kissed him deeply, your hands buried in his silver hair. You always loved passing your fingers through them. They were like spun silk, delicate and soft, a complete contrast from the rest of his body.

He walked you both to your bed, putting you down before taking off his own clothes as if they were on fire. You sat back, your gaze washing over the god in front of you. There he stood, tall, virile, a warrior in all his might, pale skin glowing in the soft candlelight.

“You drove me crazy tonight, teasing me in front of all those people,” he growled, diving between your legs.

Pleasure coursed through your veins, hot and sweet, taking over your mind. This special gift the gods had given you was incredible. Feeling everything your mate felt, it was beyond amazing. Your moans echoed all over the room as you closed your eyes, letting your emotions and your mate’s overwhelm you. His talented tongue penetrated your folds easily, diving deep into your core, teasing and making your squirm.

“Daemon,” you moaned, trying to get as close to him as you could.

He held your hips in his strong hands, pinning you on the mattress as he continued feasting on you.

“Please, don’t stop,” you gasped, feeling your peak closing in, fast.

But just as you were about to go over it, your lover pulled away, leaving nothing but an empty feeling.

You raised your head to glare at him, and felt the fury burning through you.

“How does that feel, being unsatisfied?” Daemon asked, that infuriating smirk plastered on his handsome face.

You were no stranger to your husband’s games, but you were in no mood for them tonight.

“Who says I’m going to stay unsatisfied for long?” you smirked back, your hand slipping down your body, nimble fingers caressing your folds, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

Daemon growled at the sight before him, his eyes shining with the fire that always seemed to burn in him. He lunged at you, prying your hands away and pinning them above your head, holding them there.

“Only I get to do that to you,” he growled, impaling you with his cock, going all the way in.

You screamed in ecstasy, the feeling almost enough to bring you to completion. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size for a bit before he started a punishing pace, pounding into you hard and fast. He kissed you, your tongues battling for dominance as your bodies did their own dance, moving as one, trying to reach that ultimate level of divine connection. Your mind was almost lost, the sensations too much to take for too long.

The coil in your stomach tightened, and Daemon’s movements became wilder, erratic. You both chased your pleasure with everything you had, finally reaching that delicious point of no return. Your screams of ecstasy must have been heard throughout the entire keep, but neither of you cared much for it. You were both too lost in each other to bother with the opinions of others.

Long after you had both managed to calm down from your high, you lay in each other’s arms, Daemon’s fingers drawing patterns on your back, while you laid your head on his chest, listening you his strong heart beating.

“You almost embarrassed me tonight my dear wife,” your lover whispered at you. “Lord Corlys kept asking me why I was so flustered, if I was sick or something.”

You smiled, lifting your head to gaze at his violet eyes.

“Let this be a lesson to you my love, so you won’t tease me the way you did a few days ago.”

That brought a smile on his face.

“You know, I think we have a lot more to learn about this strange bond we share.”

“I am most eager to explore it with you,” you muttered as you reached up to kiss him.

You had no idea how this magic between you worked, but you were more than thankful for it.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a really cold shower...

#house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #soulmate au #daemon targaryen smut

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Manhwa/Webcomics with really interesting stories and beautiful art but have ick MLs that are still interesting:

Cry or Better Yet Beg

This male lead is a bird killer that I am told only gets worse as the story progresses. I’m not going to say what he’s going to do to her but it’s horrible, a trigger warning would be necessary for even a watered down explanation. He sees her as a canary in a cage, his canary in his cage if you will. The comic is being made and is still in the earlier stages of the story but there is a web novel out there.

Kneel Before Me

This is the most developed of the three. The male lead isn’t human and he doesn’t think like us in a lot of ways. He is very obsessed with the female lead. As long as he is on her brain he is happy with that and he’s going for long lasting results (or so he says but I don’t think he really truly wants her hatred). He believes that love doesn’t last but hatred can. He sees her kind of like a pet but, she does have a level of influence over him. He’s also a villain and he’s done some messed up stuff to her. He didn’t start out quite a villain though, more like her dangerous ally(?) and she’s the one thing keeping him in line. This is also based on a novel.

Betrayal of Dignity

Like the other two THIS. MAN. IS. OBSESSIVE. It’s bad for her ngl. He’s a highly manipulative man as well. These men are basically the same person in most ways. All of the women are smart, though Layla doesn’t seem calculating and she has no power in this thus far unlike the other two who can be calculating and they do at least gain power or start out with it. This female lead is reserved and will do anything for those she loves (also like the fl in KBM). She comes from a (by noble standards) penniless family. As a result of this she marries a Duke who decides he needs to marry a woman in her family (he’s shooting for her though via manipulation). This is most likely because he finds her to be fascinating and he later finds a reason to pursue her in marriage. The leads fall for one another but again, he is manipulating everything always. He is by far the most ambitious of all of the leads I’ve mentioned thus far.

All of the male leads are ick but they’re interesting and the story is interesting and I’m rooting for the female leads so I can’t not read all of these. I thought about adding The Devil and his Sacrifice but I hate the male lead more than I find the story interesting so it just gets an honorable mention.

#manhwa #webcomic #romance #fantasy #toxic relationship #toxic men #the men are the living embodiment of radium #kneel before me #betrayal of dignity #cry or better yet beg #webtoon #manta

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I love Star Trek but sometimes they do storylines that even for their time was really terrible. Or done at cross purposes like Voyager’s “Retrospect” it ends up being a terrible “don’t believe the victims” type of storyline.

Lisa Klink, one of the writers of the episode tried to clarify that it was supposed to be about false and implanted memories that were infamous during the ‘90s. About a family accused of doing that and basically ruining their lives.

Unfortunately, Bryan Fuller revealed as noble the goal was, to his shock and horror, the moment Jeri Taylor and the other women in the writer’s room left the men in the room started sharing stories about “punishing bitches”. He was just a new writer back then and couldn’t do anything nor say anything.

TLDR— instead of being a story about implanted false memories it became a “don’t believe the victims” story. (The first mistake, I think was using Seven of Nine for this— if they used as Garret Want proposed, Harry or Tom instead, it would probably play differently. Or maybe even the Doctor).

In DS9, its the fact that Sisko was conceived from Sarah, a woman who was basically possessed by a Prophet and forced to conceive and give birth to Sisko.

The moment Sarah came back to herself she ran away and when Ben’s dad contacted her she supposedly was in an accident before they got to meet again.

I completely forgot this happened until I rewatched again— and I was flabbergasted to find out up to this day there are many who don’t consider it rape and even excuse the Prophets.

(The writers were obviously trying to recreate the Immaculate Conception of Mary with Sisko’s mother. And yet, the 90s version is more horrific.)

Edited to add: What the Prophets did is akin to what the Goa’uld to people they possess, except the only good thing maybe is Sarah was not aware of what’s happening. It’s still terrible waking up months or even a year later married with a child she doesn’t remember having.

But in Stargate SG-1 this was why Goa’uld were considered villains…

And then what happened to Kurn, Worf’s brother— they basically mind wiped him. Instead of trying to convince Kurn to live and find a way back to honor, they just mind wipe him and pretend he was from another House.

And then, a season or two later, Worf is adopted into another House and restored honor. The very thing that Kurn yearned for, but Kurn would never have that because they wiped his mind.

I’m sure there are more egregious examples but those are the ones that come to mind.

I just wanted to write it down because it’s been on my mind lately. Star Trek has some of the best and high minded concepts, and a hopeful future but as a consequence of being written in their time or by people in our era…

Starfleet also has, in-universe, I think a problem addressing mental health of their traumatized people.

#star trek

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How to Prey on Your Master - By Cha hye-yeong (8/10)

Do you like "mad dog" characters? Alright. You're all set. I should like the art for this, but the faces are too generic. Beware. In the smaller panels the men and women have the same face and it's pretty jarring.

Elle is pretty cool. She's a hard worker. She's a knight. She's from a good family but they have some debt to deal with. So, Elle is truly motivated to work. She's not just another noble knight that cares about honor. She's got real problems.

One of her real problems is Adelaide. Her other problem is Francois. Francois is her chicken shit stupid fiance. Francois got really lucky when Elle, an accomplished knight, agreed to marry him. He throws that away because Adelaide is "more feminine". What a tool. Also Elle is perfectly capable of wearing a dress and being pretty when she's not on duty. Her fiance is literally just weak willed swine. Adelaide was Elle's best friend though, so the betrayal really hurts. It also hurts because she loved Francois. He didn't judge her for being a knight. Some noble men look down on female knights because sexism. Of course as soon as Adelaide started flirting he changed his mind, but in the beginning he was a good fiance.

Elle drinks. She passes out in the garden. She has a weird dream. When she wakes up a member of the royal family wants to be her dog. Theodore is a quintessential mad dog. That's most of his personality, but he's not totally boring. He's a pretty ok male lead. I think Elle was murdered and this is some kind of time loop plot. She keeps having the same nightmare after she meets Theodore. He's obsessed with saving her. He's also obsessed with her honor. He's willing to kill the most minor inconvenience, but he's also sociable and likeable. He's a classic psychopath, with a sword.

Elle is a pretty amazing knight. She belongs to the future ruler of the nation, Pippin. Elle's idiot ex fiance and ex best friend have insulted the crown. Pippin gives Theodore to Elle as a gift. He begins to work as her aide, because his reputation is bad and he needs to be reigned in. Pippin is formidable, but young. She wants to humiliate Adelaide. Elle is less interested in that and more concerned with making money. She doesn't have time to cry over her fiance because of the debt.

Adelaide fucking despises Francois, beacause he's a spineless fucking loser. She does not love him. He loves her, but he might not be fully evil. Adelaide has been using her social influence to spread lies about Elle. Francois believed them because he's a moron. For some reason Adelaide needs Elle to be a villainess. She tries to spin the story in her favor, and make Elle's reputation drop. Elle isn't universally popular because she is a knight, but this plan is doomed.

Elle has friends. Some of those friends are in high places. She doesn't have to rely on Theodore. If her family wasn't in debt she would be one of the most popular ladies in the kingdom. She's beautiful, smart, and skilled.

Her solders love her. She wants the debt gone so it doesn't affect her siblings. She's a little inexperienced about love, but she isn't stupid about it. She was sincere towards Francois, and she wears her uniform with pride. She attained a pretty high knighood at a young age, and she's fair. Also she's super strong.

Theodore can't force Elle to do shit. It's nice. She can hold him down like he's a dog. Elle suspects that Theodore was given to her as a husband candidate, but he's not her type. She genuinely loved Francois for years before he approached her. Basically, she's into soft bois. Theodore is not that. Theodore was actually her friend in the knight academy too, so she has trouble seeing him as a man.

Theodore is in the friendzone, but he doesn't resent Elle for that. Back in school he killed boys who insulted her honor after her family fell into debt. He is genuinely on her side, but he's scary because he discards others easily. I'm kinda sure he caused the time loop thing. To save her and only her of course. In that other timeline Adelaide managed to frame Elle for capital crimes.

Theodore isn't going to let that happen this time. He has a real relationship with Elle, and real love for her. He respects her, and I respect the hell out of his motivation. Elle is clearly being targeted because of her two weaknesses. Her debt and the fact that's she's overburdened by work and judgemental pricks as a female knight. Theodore genuinely intends to assist her and kill her shadowy foes. He is a good and loyal mad dog.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #How to Prey on Your Master

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

Oh boy, that's a difficult question given how many favourites I have but I'll do my best to answer!

(Under the cut though because I'm physically incapable of being brief about media I'm passionate about)

In no particular order:

James Flint (Black Sails) - a complex and almost poetic show with an equally complex and occasionally ruthless lead. He's a pirate captain on a revenge quest against England for taking his previous life and loved one away from him- I did not expect a show set in the 18th century to have a queer lead, much less one treated with so much respect and written as this multifaced and hard to judge morally. Just a warning though, the show gets dark and comes with a pretty extensive list of trigger warnings, so please take that into account if you're interested in watching!

Astrid Nielsen (Astrid et Raphaelle/Bright Minds/Astrid and Raphaelle [depending on translation]) - not a big crime drama guy, but she's one of a kind protagonist of a one of a kind show. A brilliant archivist and assistant investigator played by an equally great actress (Sara Mortensen). One of the only autistic leads out there and treated with such respect and attention to detail I cried several times watching just from how relatable Astrid is- I've never seen any representation like this before and certainly not for a female lead character. She's a genius but not emotionless (quite the opposite, in fact), never infantilised and her friendship with Raphaelle is beautifully written and takes into account their differences as a young ND woman new at her job and a neurotypical experienced detective. Astrid needs Raphaelle's perspective and help just as much as she needs hers, it's wonderful. This series does admittedly get queerbaity at times (imo) and Astrid faces occasional ableism, though it's always called out.

Kenzo Tenma (Monster manga/anime series) - hands down my favourite thriller out there and Dr. Tenma is a deeply honorable, determined and exceptionally kind man even despite his entire life falling apart, even towards the main villain who's a literal serial killer. I'd compare him to Aang (ATLA) in terms of how dedicated he is towards helping people and staying true to his morals. Incredible protagonist of an incredible story.

Donna Noble (Doctor Who) - she's so fun! The show was right to call her the most important woman in the history of creation, she's everything to me. Funny, lovable, strong, sarcastic, deeply human, I'm so glad she'll be back soon even if it seems like a brief guest starring type of deal.

Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo's bizzare adventure: Stone Ocean) - when I say I want complex female leads, not just strong ones, Jolyne is a good example of how they should be written. She's allowed to swear and be angry and imperfect, makes mistakes and deals with the consequences- all while being a great friend, caring daughter (despite daddy issues, her dad did admittedly kinda suck) and a smart fighter in the face of likely the most powerful villain in the series this far. There are uh... several problems the author has in terms of his writing of women, but Jolyne was so good.

Raine Whispers (The Owl House) - my beloved bard! They were such a good addition to the show both as Eda's ex (who she's still in love with) and a rebel witch! I loved their determination, they were smart as well (totally see why Eda fell for them so hard, same). Disney sucks for cutting the show short, I know they would have gotten more importance had the crew been allowed to make a full third season instead of several eps to wrap up the story :(

Xie Lian (Heaven Official's Blessing) - he gives me so many emotions... So deeply sad and yet so loving, one of the most compelling and complex protagonists I've seen- can't say too much without spoilers, but his backstory made me weep. Season 2 of the animated show just started, he's now a priority blorbo & both the animation studio and his actor do such a great job! Please do be warned, just like with Black Sails the trigger warning list for this series is LONG. Truly puts the 'dark' in dark fantasy.

Lee Dongsik (Beyond Evil) - a show that will emotionally punch you in the gut and kick you when you're down. He's a detective labeled as an insane weirdo and a potential murder suspect, but most of that is due to intense trauma and a (bad) coping mechanism. The show can and will make you question your view on every character and has so many twists, if you're a fan of crime dramas it's a must watch & Lee Dongsik is a super complex and fun to watch lead.

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) - this show entered my head years ago and refuses to leave, and this boy is so well-written and such a good example of how to make an engaging and likeable action/fantasy lead! Even before I got into anime my best friend kept recommending me FMA as a series for everyone, she was right- it's universal and Ed is a big part of that, I love him so much.

Korra (Avatar: The legend of Korra) - this list couldn't be complete without one of my favourite animated series leads! Great character development, strong and determined, realistic, very cool overall! I had such a crush on her in high school. Can't not mention her relationship with Asami, they paved the way for more openly queer characters in animation and will forever be famous <3

#bqcb asks #mod speaks #please do send me asks like this i love answering questions abt my faves!#mod's favourites tag

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Rose Red

(Another fuckin' fanfic, let's get this bread!) (The fanfic title is inspired by Emilie Autumn's 'Rose Red', I recommend it.) - - - There are all sorts of tales that speak of wondrous adventures and knights and princesses, dragons and the highest towers of a castle in ruin, kings and queens. Many of these stories make the knight play as the hero, a man of valiant honor and loyalty, set out to save the princess who is trapped or captured but these types of stories... are just about everywhere. In the 1700s, in Manchester, Britain... there lives a woman who is considered the most infamous outcast there is. Her name is unspoken of as she is a taboo topic to speak of, considering her past. Her family were loved and were spoken of in high praises as they all were noble, fair and talented greatly in art, music, story writing and architect. Anyone would have something good to say about this family, that is until the dreadful fire that set their home ablaze and took them all with the home, all except their middle child who survived. In order to maintain her high status, she had immediately married into a rich family to rebuild her home and restore honor to her family name as she is the sole survivor, but all came crumbling down when her marriage abruptly ended with her husband dying of a cruel man's actions. She mourned the loss of her love but rather than going through the grieving process, she swore vengeance at the funeral and revealed a side to herself that shook the whole audience to their very core. Rather than going to the authorities to arrest the man who killed her lover, she spent days figuring out where he had fled to and recovered a family heirloom that her father gave her before his passing. The heirloom? A sword of pure steel with red rubies adorning it's hilt and the family crest in the center of the hilt. As her brothers were deemed unworthy to wield it, they were jealous of her and kept patronizing her with 'facts' such as 'You know that only a man can do a man's job, right?' or 'Women shouldn't be allowed to wield swords!' but on that fateful night, she proved them wrong. That night, with the rebuilding of her home completed, she hosted a party to celebrate and invited everyone including the man who killed her husband. He had thought he was lucky and wanted to find a way to woo her into marrying him, so he could kill her next and inherit the fortune left behind for her but what he found out was it was all a trap. He was led away by her during the party into the gardens of red roses, not expecting to be met with a sword to his throat instead of her 'goods'. Infuriated, the man took out his own sword and swore to kill her but little did he know, she was trained by her grandfather to kill from a young age. The fight was glorious and they nearly fit well together but rather than giving him a truce when she had him on his back, she uttered softly with a fire burning in her eyes... 'No retreat, no surrender.' And like that, he was beheaded with one swift swing of her sword. Before anyone could find the two, the lady buried the man she killed and went back to the party like nothing happened, having cleaned up her attire from the blood until someone comes running back inside and exclaiming that they had seen her kill the man responsible for her husband's death. The party went into a panic and the guests fled the manor, while a few men stayed behind to kill her for killing their friend. The last thing they saw was each of their friends dying quickly, the rubies glowing and the lady's eyes burning a bright orange color similar to the embers of a fireplace. That night, the lady's name became lost to time and thus became The Red Witch. - - -

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I know it’s such a jezebel move, but there’s something to the moment in a story where a man is professing his eternal and undying love for a woman, and the woman turns around and says “prove it” and asks for something the man doesn’t want to do.

Like, not to condone murder, but just watched Much Ado About Nothing again and like, Beatrice going “Someone who really loved me would challenge Cladio to a duel for besmirching my innocent cousin’s name in a public spectacle.” Was so good.

And Benedict was like, “Murder? My friend? Really? That’s what you want?”

Beatrice is all “Look, I’d do it myself. I would eat his heart if I could, but the limits of culture and society say only a man can do that. If only someone actually loved me enough to do it for me!”

On the one hand, asking someone to prove they love you doesn’t really indicated you love them, only what they can do for you.

On the other hand, love is easy to talk about, and the kind of commitment it demands really should be based on something more than whispered words.

The protagonist of A Doll’s House is showered with love until her husband finds out she took out a loan in his name (I think that’s her sin) and he immediately turns on her and is ready to throw her to the law to clear his own name. That wouldn’t have happened if she asked him to prove his love when he first proclaimed it.

It’s Victoria in Stardust asking Tristan to prove he loved her enough to bring her back a star after flattering her. The story shows that her request was ultimately unreasonable and a sign she didn’t love him at all, but don’t forget that it also showed the Tristian didn’t love her! Tristan found a girl just as pretty along the way, took time to actually get to know Yvonne, and ultimately realized he didn’t love Victoria.

The story frames it as him going back to Victoria in a moment of triumph, having realized she didn’t love him and found something better while becoming a better person, leaving her to be small and selfish with her subpar lover.

But like. It’s Tristan who was the liar. He came back, having gotten out of the village, and he didn’t love her? He claimed he loved her so much he would get a star for her, but he only made the last leg of the journey to rub his improvement in her face. What would have happened if she had believed in him? HE DIDN’T ACTUALLY LOVE HER DESPITE SWEARING HE DID. He just loved the prettiest girl in the village, when his world became bigger, Victoria wasn’t important anymore.

When he gave her the star, Victoria was ready to believe that he loved her, to get to know him now, just like she said she would. Marry him even. But the narrative punishes her for not believing pretty words in the first place and asking him, while tipsy, to prove they were more than pretty words. He literally drops her in the dirt. Victoria was true to her words. Tristan wasn’t. Victoria’s crime is not believing in Tristian’s self-proclaimed potential enough to trust her whole future to it.

While stardust punishes Victoria for asking for proof, when Benedict challenges Cladio’s honor with a duel, the narrative rewards him for it. Beatrice knows that his words aren’t empty, that she isn’t just the first woman that he realized liked him back. Cladio realizes the gravity of PUIBLICLY HUMILIATING the woman he loved instead of talking to her and asking about it or simply postponing the wedding until it was resolved. And for the first time the noble character of Benedict that everyone has been talking about the entire play is shown as he stands up to his friend for harming a good woman. That’s when you actually start to love this disaster of a man.

I’ve been rambling, but I guess I’m tired of women being portrayed as false and faithless for not taking a man’s word that she’s important. Don’t writers know how devastating to the soul it is when the man proves faithless? Women should be counted wise by requiring proof. (though I would not, as a general rule, advocate women require men to kill people to prove their love.)

What does the woman have left in a story when a man proves faithless?

Does she become the vengeful, wrathful “woman scorned” as Medea?

A pitiful charity project for the actual hero?

Let women demand proof of a man’s love. Because I hate that media has trained me to put faith in pretty words and convinced me that I’m the one in the wrong when I ask for proof.

Punish men when their words of love prove false and let the story show their nature is that of a coward and a liar.

#much ado about nothing #meta #thecagedsong overshares #Stardust #a doll's house #gender and media

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1969, schoolgirls were ruined. Pre-roe "Normal" sex, where women were made responsible, pre-feminism where woman's destiny was home-maker. Abortion? Banned, Excerpt Mid-century memoir Part 1, notanotherbookreview.blogspot.com

That June, I was one of ten people headed to college out of my class of about 100. Graduation opened with an original poem by our Student Council President, a popular Black girl. Her reading received much applause, as did the announcement of her full scholarship to an elite university for international studies. The WASP valedictorian, a pretty, shy girl, was our most academically gifted student. With 800s in college boards, she had multiple offers of 4-year scholarships. Unfortunately, her parents forced her to decline. Education would make her unfit to be a good wife--according to her mother. Ambition shelved, the girl graduated to housework under her mother's guidance.

We thought this extreme (scholarship money was forfeited) but the ultimate career path for girls was still to become a wife. Home Economics was a required course, no matter how much we might want to learn drafting or woodshop. Girls also had a serious dress code, skirts were measured and slacks forbidden. We saw a dating film in Health, where a girl's duty was "not to give in." Smart girls did not get in compromising situations. Our job was to save the noble (less mature?) male sex from themselves and date with the altar in mind. Girls were blamed for pregnancy, though occasionally boys were pressured to "do the right thing."

The lives of schoolgirls were routinely ruined, not only by becoming pregnant but the moral judgments of adults. Unable to choose a legal abortion in PA in 1969, meant unless she had a "shotgun" wedding or a family that would pretend it had a new "little sister," she had to give the baby up. Expected to slink away in shame and disgrace before they "showed," was just punishment. Pregnant girls had to leave school and rarely returned. The religious called it "God's will", though many of us girls thought it unfair. Recently, I read a man's online post that more unwanted white children empowered the race (not to mention adoption agencies). I learned girls were somehow responsible and expendable.

But were boys really the enemy? They often alluded knowingly to Playboy asfavorite bathroom reading. I became curious enough to discover my father's hidden stack. In "Party Notes," a section about wild times in Hefner's Mansion, I read an especially instructive story about a Quaalude party. "Wasn't it fun" how girls, honored to be asked to the party, took what was offered? Turned into "living dolls." They provided some entertainment! So while I was holding up the nation's morals by kneeling for my skirt to be measured, men were drugging girls comatose?

In June 1969, feminism was as foreign to me as the new so-called "Sexual Revolution." In fact, a girl who got drunk and "pulled a train" was marked as a whore for life. (Psychological reasons weren't part of our Puritan ethics.) At my regular lunch table was an intelligent, funny girl, who laughed easily, until one wet fall evening her mom was killed in a car accident. When her father quickly remarried, she was ignored for his new wife and kids. Grief-stricken, my friend passed out in drunken oblivion at some post game event. A line of boys formed to take advantage (as I learned from one who declined the opportunity and threw up). Ostracized at school, condemned at home, she eventually dropped out to become a cocktail waitress; then moved away.

I remember sad school lunches in social Siberia, listening to her feelings of worthlessness and humiliation. Former friends, especially boys, mocked her relentlessly. Church offered no balm for her "shame." It is all still familiar. Even in 2022, where male porn is ubiquitous, female sexuality still evokes "slut shaming." Erotica, which briefly in the sixties celebrated the female experience, is all but invisible. The double standard appears unimpeachable, yet for the recent spectacle of women prosecuting men in power for sexual abuse. Neo-Puritan witch hunts or long-deserved justice?

When I read about the trials of a generation of Playboy era men, from Harvey Weinstein (2021 indictment) to Bill Cosby, I wondered if they were confused about changes in cultural rules. "Mad Men" had it right. "No means yes!" Power was an aphrodisiac. Women were a perk of authority. Now, suddenly, women were expecting redress? I wanted to see the legal prosecution as a step forward, but...why was Hefner lauded at the time of his funeral (2017), as a great cultural thinker-- while his disciples would soon be indicted?

The sexual divide was extreme in my 1969. In 2022, there's social dissonance as conservative powers (male and female) work to subjugate women. What is the fear of equality? How are men 'desexed,' when women share prerogatives once associated only with male freedom? When boys risked lives in illegal drag racing, looked for disturbed girls to pull trains with, got crazy drunk and beat each other up, the solution was--sports. This safe outlet for "normal male energy" was also made the focus of high school life. (Girls basketball was a joke except for those of us who played when we could get a space .) Girls were supposed to cheer or bake goodies -- though some worthies volunteered as candy-stripers in hospitals, or actually found after school jobs.

Rebellion through clothes was an option. I had babysitting money and took the subway surface car "Downtown," finding freedom in Mary Quant striped mini dresses. Unknown in our demure land of pastel sweator sets, these dresses of electric lime green, purple and orange earned me respect. A little notoriety went with dangling earrings. Everyone knew they were worn by whores, my "weirdness" made that impossible. You could remake yourself with clothes. Twiggy had. My friend and I used wax paper and ironed our hair straight.

Another challenge to social limits, interracial dating, also happened in my 1969, though not condoned by any communities. A girl from a financially struggling White family regularly snuck out to see her more affluent Black boyfriend. When discovered, his parents quickly transferred him to a private high school, though her folks looked the other way. Trading up by marriage was considered using one's assets ("Mad Men" got this right.) When marriage is a career, it's the obvious path.

In our borough, founded on WW2's optimism and industrial build-up, there was no end in sight for a boom economy. Anyone willing to do an honest day's work had a financial future. Of course this excluded women, whose unpaid home-bound work was meant to benefit their families. But typing was a required course, it opened a business career to women with a fast and accurate wpm.

In June of 1969, for the college bound minority, graduation was a series of fast announcements of academic awards and scholarships. The main celebration was for the savvy kids graduating Vo-Tech. Vocational-Technical students apprenticed with local businesses. One young woman, halfway to her beauty license, had a chair waiting at a beauty salon. Another had a bookkeeping position in a real estate firm. Our most successful male grad was a talented auto mechanic, who had flunked a grade. (Quick to learn the new car electronics, he eventually serviced the tri-state area with his own shop.)

Unmentioned were the disappeared, those repeating the grade or the pregnant, like the Home Ec teacher's daughter and my friend from drag-racing double dates. Though we had desperately solicited money to go to New York to get her an abortion, it wasn't enough. The girl with an amazing photographic memory practiced denial. She hid college acceptances, wearing ever larger sweatshirts. That was just the "way of the world

#memoir #abortion #schoollgirls rined #playboy magazine #sex was a girl's problem #susan i. weinstein #women's rights

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Rage Over A Wrap Photo: Part 2 (Twitter)

Here are some of the responses from unhinged Hearties on Twitter regarding When Calls The Heart lead actress Erin Krakow’s photo celebrating the wrap of Season 11. These screencaps have been edited a little to combine some of the responses to one post.

Repeat offender TeamE83Liz/HeartieETLB comes in strong with the self entitlement. How dare Erin be grateful for the long-running TV show she’s worked on and “her lil’ Show Set Community”, which I can only guess means the other actors and crew. Given how long this show’s been on the air, Erin’s probably known some of these people for a decade. E83Liz has such a self-centered, off-putting personality, that the concept of long-term relationships must be alien to her. Damn it, she’s upset because Erin clearly doesn’t “give a sh_t about us fans!” The proof she doesn’t give a sh_t about her fans being this behind the scenes photo she shared to her fans to celebrate another Season being completed. And of course she finishes off her reply with hashtags insulting the Show Runner and Executive producer, as well as this creepy one “ErinUseToBeCute”.

You know how a lot of really sick men with disgusting attitudes towards women will often hold these weird, opposing views where they both lust after a woman, but loathe her and say degrading things about her?

Just… keep that in the back of your mind anytime you see a post with old E83Liz here.

Three more fully grown adults getting offended by a photo of shoes.

“The message it sends…” Jesus Christ. These are the kinds of people who chimp out on you if they don’t like the way you breathe and always accuse you of having “a tone” when you speak. Anything and everything is a stealthy attack against them.

“I am trying to be respectful and polite…” Don’t try, do. Because it’s just a photo. Of the ground. Where they’re standing.

I need to make a Bingo card, because there’s “salt in the wound” for the 10th time.

Someone makes a fair and rational point that both sides of these two stupid groups who waste their lives fangirling over fictional couples have had people act like assholes towards the actors. They can also tell the difference between the actor and the character they play on TV.

Julie flops in to counter this with the idea that people like her have been (and I’m really embarrassed to type this, even as a quote) “warriors” who “supported her” and were greatly dishonored when Erin posted that photo of the ground instead of honoring her life debt to these noble internet soldiers.

E83Liz comes in with another gem. “I’m behind in the grieving!”

Multiple wars around the world…

Millions of deaths from covid…

Nothing compared to a fictional couple on TV breaking up. Pray you never know such pain and loss.

“I don’t have anyone to turn to for help. Bc they’ve left SM or hate me!”

What!? Hate you? Why would anyone feel that way when you have so much to offer other people?

BONUS ROUND:

In what must have been a coordinated attack to commit jihad on Lucabeth fans, Executive Producer Brian Bird shared this photo of him spending the day with his family (including grandkids) in his home time for some kind of Christmas tree lighting celebration. Fortunately, the predominantly Christian fanbase proved themselves to be shining examples of Christ’s love and compas-

-_-

“She just wants to kiss as many guys as possible…”

Yes, that’s how TV works. That’s exactly how season long story arcs are created. Big Brain here has it all figured out.

#when calls the heart #wcth #lucabeth #fandom drama #unhinged fans #hallmark

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Headcanon, monestaries and gender roles

Recently I've been reconsidering some changes to Sigfrid's background. One thing I want to add is how Sigfrid came to view his time at the monestary. I've done some light reading on the subject of nuns, gender norms and christian beliefs during the middle ages and forward. My initial thought has been that women were forced into monestaries as a punishment. However I've learned that nuns could view their experience as rewarding.

Some women did in fact feel religious dedication. Others felt a sort of freedom as they werent pressured into marriage or childbirth. The system in monestaries also had it's own rules and was governed by women only. So based on these things I've decided to broaden Sigfrid's story. Instead of making his experience hellish it'll be both harsh but also a sort of freedom from the outer world's expectations. The monestary in this fictional version of Sweden has several lessons mixed with religious ceremonies. The nuns viewed Sigfrid as a woman and treated him accordingly but no one spoke about marriage or childbearing. Instead the conversations focused on their deity, their religious obligations and how to act in a proper manner.

Some of these ideas are fully fictional but I felt inspired by the little knowledge I have about christian monestaries. The religious belief in this verse is somewhat inspired by christianity but I'm adding my own flavour.

The lessons inside the monestary were focused on religious reading, language, cooking, medicine, writing, book binding and farming. A couple of nuns had the opportunity to do "godly missions." Among the missions a nun could protect holy scriptures from damage. They could also heal the sick or wounded and take part in politics as body guards for noble women or royalty. In order to gain that honor they were taught different methods to defend or use violence. Sigfrid who already had practised sword fighting was motivated to learn more and kept working for a role as body guard. Sigfrid manage to find lovers among the nuns and enjoyed some of the lessons about languages, writing and book binding. At the same time he struggled to follow all regulations around behaviour, rituals and dressing codes. He found it hard to leave the parties and alcohol behind as the only form of alcohol allowed was wine, for rituals. The quiet nights woke up dysfunctional thought patterns which made his time harder than it had to be. After months of fighting for his goal the monestary revealed Sigfrid's progress to his mother. Instead of celebrating she forced him to stop and arranged a marriage for him.

#headcanon for muse #OC #Sigfrid #religious fiction moneastary #religion #gender norms #gender roles #fiction

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celticbarb · 1 year

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#BOOKREVIEW #AmyJareckiBooks #Arcblogger #netgalley #newbookrelease #Scotland #lacemaker #KiltedTwins

Book: Kissing the Highland Twin

Author: Amy Jarecki

Series: The MacGalloway’s , Book #4

Publisher: Oliver Heber Books

Release Date: February 7, 2023

Book Length: 279 pages

Overall Rating: 5 Stars

Blog Rating: 5 Saltire Flags

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry….Robert Burns (Scottish Poet)

Scotland 1817

Andrew and Phillip MacGalloway are the handsome identical twin brothers of a Scottish noble family where their oldest brother is the Duke. The twin brothers also run a mill together that creates exquisite muslim. The ruse is that Philip wants to deceive his betrothed, Eugenia Radcliffe who he hasn’t spoken to or communicated to in over three years! Now his mother is having a house party but it is pretty much so Philip will honor his betrothal and set a wedding date already!

Furthermore Phillip just wants Andrew to give Miss Radcliffe very little attention but to basically ignore his fiancé and go hunting most of the time. Andrew feels this is so wrong to treat the woman you want to marry like this. Where Philip is a cold, self-centered, snob that only cares for himself. Andrew refuses this horrible plan but hesitantly agrees so his new sister-in-law-to-be won’t feel ashamed or embarrassed plus being the helpful brother he is.

Therefore being the kind, sincere, gentleman he is and decides to make his acquaintance with Miss Eugenia Radcliffe as pleasant as possible. Andrew even keeps a list of the things that makes her special and unique,thinking it would enhance his brother's future marriage. Except he starts to have feelings for this woman who he now thinks as Eugenia that aren't very brotherly at all!

Eugenia thought for sure Philip wanted to break off the engagement! Especially not hearing from him since he proposed, however this man was is very different. Of course it’s been over three years so maybe he has changed or she doesn’t remember clearly. Eugenia always felt her mother set him up and put them in a compromising position to begin with. Especially since she had no offers since she came out two years ago being the shy wallflower. As both her mother and spoiled younger sister seemed ashamed of her and acted like she didn’t even exist the majority of the time.

So it was easy to discover her own amusements and during this time she discovered she had a talent for making lace, yet being the daughter of a Baron no one could know! As the gentry looked down at tradesmen, and snubbed women with talent and who had a brain who wanted more than just to be a married baby maker! Therefore when Philip was showering her with attention she was truly confused and she started having feelings she couldn’t control. Well that was until the real Philip returned to his mother’s house party and possibly opened up a whole can of worms!

Will Eugenia feel absolutely humiliated and betrayed not just by the twins but their entire MacGalloway family who all knew the truth? Shall she realize she has fallen in love and taken liberties with the wrong brother? If she discovers the truth can she ever forgive and forget? Will this cause a scandal of dire consequences that will ruin her family? Will she refuse her hearts true desire due to everyone’s deception? Will Eugenia assume the life of a spinster and remain alone forever?Find out this and more by reading this remarkable story about love, independence, deception, forgiveness and love.

Another winner that I absolutely loved about a scheming bother and a protective brother. It has all the elements that draws me in a beautiful story plus a few things that made me giggle too. It is no wonder Amy Jarecki is one of my favorite go to authors! Another book in this fun MacGalloway’s series that I absolutely loved. Can’t wait for the next book in this captivating series

A book I definitely recommend!

Disclaimer: I received an advance reader’s copy from Oliver-Heber publishing. I voluntarily agreed to do an honest, fair review and blog through Netgalley. All thoughts, ideas and words are my own.

Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/Kissing-Highland-Twin-MacGalloways-Book-ebook/dp/B0B8QGBCBF

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kissing-the-highland-twin-amy-jarecki/1142899826

https://oliver-heberbooks.com/our-books/kissing-the-highland-twin-the-macgalloways-book-4/

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November 9, 2022

Claim Your Voice TERESA SWANSTROM ANDERSON

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“She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.” Proverbs 31:26 (NIV)

It takes courage to find your voice, especially when you’ve felt silenced.

The Bible tells the story of a woman who could have stayed quiet … who could have chosen to be hidden, suffering in silence. Instead, she spoke up, and by finding her voice, she changed history.

Her name was Bathsheba.

When we read about Bathsheba in 2 Samuel, we might think of her as voiceless. (2 Samuel 11-12) For so much of her story, she was battered by the voices of the powerful. Taken by messengers just after bathing. Losing her first husband at a king’s word and a general’s order. Married to that same king upon his demand. She suffered more than most people could bear.

But she was not destined to stay voiceless. She had a decision to make — the same each of us has when we face pain.

It's hard to claim your voice sometimes. You don’t want to cause problems or make a scene. You might feel afraid or unimportant. But finding your voice means more than just saying words. It means speaking up for yourself and speaking life into those around you. It means knowing your worth because of who you are … and whose you are.

God asks us the same question I believe He surely asked Bathsheba: Will you stay silent and become a victim of your suffering, or will you speak up and choose to change your story?

How do we know Bathsheba changed her story? Her son Solomon grew to adulthood following God. This suggests that Bathsheba clung to God and defied her wounding rather than let it define her. Years passed after the moment Bathsheba was taken into David’s home. She seemingly didn’t have a voice that day, for he was king. But eventually she advocated for her son, Solomon, to be set upon the throne. (1 Kings 1:15-22)

Bathsheba spoke clearly and boldly. She made her case so well that the king of Israel listened and agreed. And after Solomon became king, Bathsheba continued to use her voice, honored with a seat at her son’s right hand — a place of privilege and influence.

We’re told that Solomon honored his mother with this position: “So Bathsheba went to King Solomon to speak to him on behalf of Adonijah. And the king rose to meet her and bowed down to her. Then he sat on his throne and had a seat brought for the king's mother, and she sat on his right” (1 Kings 2:19, ESV).

She had a voice not only in family matters but in matters concerning the whole country. Through his actions, her son — famous for his wisdom — recognized wisdom in turn.

As a matter of fact, Bathsheba may make one more important appearance in Scripture — at the beginning of the famed Proverbs 31 passage. Jewish and Christian theologians debate whether King Lemuel, who wrote Proverbs 31, may have actually been King Solomon. And if that theory is true, and Proverbs 31 is “an oracle that his mother taught him” (verse 1, ESV), who was the mother who spoke words of wisdom over him? Bathsheba.

If so, Bathsheba’s voice is still heard and her legacy lives on in King Lemuel's words about a wife of noble character: “She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue” (Proverbs 31:26, NIV).

Let’s be women who claim our voices, stewarding our wisdom and influence for generations to come. We can be women who rise above our pain and speak up — stepping into the story God is writing.

God, let us be women who speak from the wisdom You offer. No matter the pain of our past or the fear of our present, let us claim the voices You have given us. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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FOUR BIBLICAL MOTHERS TO REMEMBER (AND LOTS OF DEVOTIONS FOR MOMS)

We hope you’ll take some time this weekend to pay respects to your mother—or if that isn’t possible, to somebody in your life who embodies the grace and wisdom we associate with godly mothers. We’ve put together a list of four famous moms from the Bible, along with a list of some of our best devotions for moms.

The Bible speaks highly of mothers who raise children and guide their families in a righteous manner; in the oft-quoted Proverbs 31, the “wife of noble character” is honored by her husband and children for her virtues.

Motherhood wasn’t a requirement for godly women in Bible times—and just as today, not every woman who wanted children was granted her wish. But the mothers and matriarchs of the Bible exhibit qualities that all of us, male or female, parent or not, should strive to emulate. Here are a few of the famous mothers of the Bible, with links to their stories:

1. Mary, the Mother of Jesus

Perhaps no more famous mother exists than Mary, who at a young age learned from an angel that she would give birth to the long-awaited Messiah. Her song of praise in response, and the well-known events of Christ’s birth, are what usually spring to mind when we think of Mary. But her role as mother brought her grief as well as joy; we can only imagine what it must have been like for her to witness Jesus’ crucifixion. Read her story in John 19.

2. Elizabeth

Mary’s was not the only miraculous birth recorded in the New Testament. Elizabeth was a godly woman who was “righteous in the sight of God, observing all the Lord’s commands and decrees blamelessly”—and yet she and her husband were unable to conceive a child. God answered her prayers late in her life and she gave birth to John the Baptist, but is perhaps best known for her prophetic encouragement of the young (and perhaps frightened) Mary: “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” Read her story in Luke 1.

3. Hannah

Hannah is one of the most inspiring mothers in the Bible, although her story is less well-known. Despite years of patience and prayer, she remained unable to have a child. One day “in her deep anguish Hannah prayed to the LORD, weeping bitterly”—and God answered her prayer at last. But Hannah’s character truly shone when, in gratitude to God, she dedicated her newborn son to His service. Her son would one day become one of Israel’s greatest prophets. Read her story in 1 Samuel 1.

4. Sarah, the Wife of Abraham

Sarah is one of the great matriarchs of the Bible—yet she didn’t become a mother until very late in life. In fact, her reaction to God’s promise that she would have a son was to laugh, as memorably recorded in Genesis 18. Nevertheless she did give birth to a son, and her lineage would include Jesus Christ himself. Read her story in Genesis 18.

There are many more famous mothers described in the Bible; many of them righteous, some not so much, but all used by God to bring about His design. This weekend, as we give thanks for the mothers in our lives, consider how you can embody the traits that define a godly mother—patience, kindheartedness, faithfulness—and consider how you can encourage the mothers in your community, young and old, as they work to meet that same standard.

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Hey, if you’re still taking requests, could you maybe write something for a drunk Viktor x reader?

Maybe it gets NSFWish???

Love your work and really loved your personal (non-fanfic) writing. It was short but intriguing!

Thank you so much!! There is so much stuff, non fanfic and fanfic stuff that I'm working on right now, I'm so glad you liked the little bit of it I posted. Also, to anyone who may want to, don't be afraid to send just general writing prompts, it doesn't have to be for arcane or any show, just general things to write.

So, I'm gonna do this with a tipsy Viktor and not totally drunk since I feel like we're gonna start branching into some consent issues with that, so this is Viktor who is a little tipsy but still has all of his faculties.

Title: Liquid Courage

Rating: M

Warnings: Spicy, Consumption of Alcohol, Alcohol brings out the slight exhibitionist tendencies in Viktor

Words: 2.6K

Tipsy Viktor x F!Reader

You had been to many, many, many galas in your time working at Piltover Academy, Piltover typically liking to find any reason to gather a bunch of people in a room and get them drunk while celebrating whatever was relevant at the time, a new decision made by the council, a new diplomatic agreement with a new territory or a new development of progress, as was the most common cause for celebration. This gala was in honor of Hextech, as most progress galas seemed to be over the last 12 some odd years that Hextech has been gracing the people of Piltover and Zaun alike with their innovations. You remembered when Viktor had first started attending these, much to his disappointment that he was required to be here instead of working himself to near death in the lab every night like he was one to do, he had been awkward and unfamiliar with the territory, unused to people viewing him as anything other than some Zaunite who happened to get lucky enough to make his way into Piltover, he stumbled through conversations with wealthy nobles and the first time a woman had shown *particular* interest in him he'd been about as coherent as a goldfish. Much to your amusement.

As the years went on, Viktor got smart, he'd regularly schedule to be out of Piltover shortly after a new Hextech innovation was announced, fleeing to his laboratory in Zaun for a few days until the inevitable celebration and gala were over, he claimed that it was so he could catch up on his work there, people needed assistance with augmentations and he had to make sure his important work there went undisturbed by any uninvited visitors who perhaps got a little too curious about the local eccentric scientists rumored devious experiments. Rumors spread by local children who enjoyed scaring their friends with stories of how if they snuck into the lab they'd come out "Changed" or something dumb and childish like that.

This was something that he'd done for years, you were fairly certain you hadn't seen Viktor at an actual progress gala in 3 years, so it was a massive surprise to you when you walked in this evening to see the very man of your thoughts mingling with various noble women. He wore a striking blue waistcoat buttoned over a deep red dress shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbows, an equally royal blue tie fastened perfectly around his neck. He held a glass of champaign in his gloved hand, his other keeping a firm grip on his cane. He looked like he belonged there, and you felt the air leave your lungs. Who the fuck gave him the right to look so good?

You stumbled a little at the thought that he would actually be seeing you tonight, not that you didn't look absolutely fantastic, it's just that in the years that you'd known Viktor was more than likely not going to be at these galas you'd gotten a little...adventurous with your wardrobe. You had come to terms with your feelings for Viktor a long time ago, and you had come to terms with the fact that he would never return them, so on these nights, when you knew he wouldn't be there, you had a habit of... distracting your heart. You'd come dressed to the nines, with dresses that were maybe a little more revealing than they needed to be, enjoying how many eyes fell on you over the course of the night, dance with as many people as you could, and maybe even go home with one of them every once and a while, though that particular habit had become more recurring over the last several galas, due to the fact that apparently your heart hadn't gotten the memo that the man it wanted was very far out of your reach.

Tonight though, tonight Viktor would see you, see the dress you had chosen, a dress that was the same deep red as the shirt he wore under his blue waistcoat, a dress with a plunging neckline, showing off the smooth skin between your breasts, a nearly nonexistent backing and flowing skirts that nearly reached the floor, a high slit that started at your hip, showing off plenty of your (y/s/c) skin. His gaze was going to fall to you at some point tonight and you weren't sure how well your heart was going to handle that. You tried to follow your usual plan, you found men eager to dance with you easily, their touches suddenly searing on your skin in all of the wrong ways, their blatant displays of attraction to you making you feel sick when usually they'd make you feel powerful. You hadn't looked to see if Viktor had seen you yet, you weren't prepared for that. Though you knew you were eventually going to have to talk to him, he was your friend, you couldn't just avoid him all night, nor did you really want to, despite your nerves, part of you wanted him to see you, wanted to see if you'd find the same hunger in his eyes that you saw in every other man who looked at you.

"Need another dance partner?" A voice whispered in your ear as you stood near the edge of the room, collecting your thoughts. You jumped at its sudden appearance before the sudden recognition of who the voice belonged to settled into your bones. You turned quicker than you'd meant to, coming face to face with the man who'd been plaguing your thoughts the entire night. The moment you felt his eyes on you made you feel so exposed, you felt the way his gaze made molten heat course through your veins. Suddenly you remembered he'd actually spoken to you.

"I didn't take you for someone so keen on ballroom dances." You supplied, trying to feign at least a little bit of confidence. He seemed to consider your words for a few moments before a smile graced his lips.

"I've found that a few glasses of champaign can make even the most astute of minds make questionable decisions." Something in his tone told you he was talking about more than just dancing, but you couldn't place what it was. He presented an open hand to you, a silent invitation. "You have yet to truly answer my question, however." Looking at him you saw the way his features were more relaxed than usual, the normal furrow of his brow softer, his shoulders loosened and lowered, a playful upturn to his lips. It seems a few glasses of champaign was good for more than just loosening Viktor's inhibitions. You placed your hand gingerly into his, letting him lead you closer to the large group of merry people toward the center of the room. You easily let him pull you closer to him, placing a hand flat over his chest, the other coming to rest on his shoulder while one of his came to rest flat against the center of your back, you were sure he could feel how hot your skin was under his touch, though he brought no attention to it. While he took the lead, it was a slow lead, two of you a bit more isolated than everyone else around you, and as looked up at him you could have sworn the two of you were the only ones in the room.

"I didn't even know you knew how to dance." You said in a hushed tone, realizing your proximity to Viktor meant he'd probably be able to hear a whisper if you so desired. He let out a breathless chuckle at your words.

"Heimerdinger had insisted I learn when I arrived at the Academy." The hand that had previously been flat on the center of your back began to dip lower, coming to rest on the small of your back instead, pulling you ever so slightly closer in the process, so close you could recognize the smell of champaign. "At the time I'd found the lessons to be tedious and troublesome, though now, I'm quite glad I had them." Your heart was pounding, your thoughts beginning to feel foggy, like you were drunk but you hadn't had any alcohol tonight, you were just intoxicated by his touch.

"I thought you didn't like coming to these galas." You finally found your voice again, looking up to once again meet Viktor's amber eyes. "What changed?"

You could practically see the cogs turning in Viktor's head as he tried to formulate his answer, finally he seemed to decide. "I wanted to see you in this dress." He spoke bluntly, like what he just said hadn't made you nearly lose your footing and had his hand not been so firm on your back you may have.

"How did you-"

"Mel." He answered your question before you'd even finished asking it. Of course, Mel would have known what you were wearing, she'd been the one to help you pick it out. She also was the only other person who knew your feelings for Viktor and knowing her, she probably also knew he'd be attending this gala and just conveniently forgot to make that information known to you while she helped you try on dresses. "In fact, Mel has been an invaluable source of information." You felt the rock in your chest when he finished.

"And what information would that be?" Your voice was hardly more than a whisper. Did he know? What was he thinking in that steel safe that was his mind?

"That while I've been away in Zaun during these... occasions," He started, leaning a little bit closer so you could feel the breath of his words against your ear. "You've been rather popular amongst several of the guests." You recognized something in his tone, something that confused you for a moment.

"If I didn't know you better, Viktor," You started slowly, your voice low and words hushed. "I'd say you sounded jealous." You weren't sure where the sudden burst of bravery came from, but you were going to run with it and pray you were right about what you thought you heard.

Viktor was silent for a moment, and for a minute you thought he wasn't going to answer you, until "Should I be?" The two of you had stopped moving, but you hadn't pulled any further apart, still only inches from each other, in each other's space, and neither of you seemed to want to move. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, searching for any indication that you were just reading too far into the situation, that this was in fact totally friendly, and you were just letting your feelings muddle your perception, but what you found in those amber eyes took your breath away. Previously you'd wondered if you'd find the same hunger in them as you did in the eyes of other men at these galas, what you saw now wasn't that it wasn't hunger like you were used to, it was longing, desperation, nerves that managed to peak through under the blanket of alcohol.

"No." You whispered, your eyes never once leaving his. "They're all just place holders."

"For?"

You thought for a moment on how to answer, eventually you just decided being direct was your best chance. "For a certain inventor who I'd very much like to kiss me right now." The breath he took in sharply at your words brought a smile to your lips. You saw his gaze flick from your eyes to your lips, he seemed to be weighing his options, fighting some unknown battle in his mind before he spoke again, the tone of his voice nearly making your knees give out from under you.

"As much as this inventor would love to do just that," He started, leaning forward again so he could speak directly into your ear. "I'm afraid I'd have some trouble keeping my hands to myself, and we are still very much in public." You were suddenly very aware of everyone around you again, you'd forgotten about them, deafened to their presence by the sound of your hot blood rushing in your ears.

You let the hand you'd had resting on, now gripping, his shoulder drift down toward this tie, following the fabric down until you reached the first button of his waistcoat. "We can fix that."

The lab was closest, but the two of you barely made it halfway there before you found your back against the wall of the hallway, Viktor's hands griping your hips and his lips on yours in a desperate kiss. He tasted like champaign and lust and the first brush of his tongue against yours had you fisting into his shirt, pulling him closer as your other arm went to wrap around his neck. His hands started their trek up, grazing up the expanse of your bare back, searing your skin perfectly the entire route. The heat in your abdomen was nearly unbearable, you'd never been so desperate for someone else's touch in your life, but here you were, clinging to this man like he was a lifeline.

His lips made their way to the underside of your jaw, sucking hard before nipping down your neck, the back of your head colliding with the wall behind you as you caught your breath, or tried to that is. One of his hands came to rest on the back of your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress, hiking your leg up and hooking it around his hip, holding it in place as he crowded you against the wall. His other hand had also left your back, leaving your heated skin to lay flat against the wall. His hand came up to graze his fingers down the skin of your chest exposed by the low cut of your dress, however once it reached the fabric of your gown, he didn't halt his decent, instead dragging his fingers down the front of the dress until he reached just above where you could feel your arousal. The first feather light touch between your legs knocked the air from your lungs and you clung to him harder, pulling him closer until you could feel just how worked up he was against your hip. His fingers were deft and precise, dipping down to circle your covered clit, pulling the most desperate keen from your lips your certain you'd ever heard. When he pushed aside your panties to roughly press two fingers into you, you would have screamed had it not been for his lips once again on yours. His pace was steady inside you as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge with just his fingers. You were fairly certain you'd let him fuck you right there in the hall had it not been for the approach of voices coming from the other end. Viktor pulled you away from the wall, pulled his hand from between your legs and collected his cane which he'd rested against the wall when he'd practically slammed you against it. The voices had been two partygoers, wandering the halls of the academy who barely spared the two of you a glance as they passed by. Once they were out of earshot you heard Viktor clear his throat.

"Perhaps we should move this somewhere... more private." He supplied as the two of you once again began making your way to the lab, where Viktor made sure to lock the door before spending the remainder of the night finding out just how loud he could make you scream.

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