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arthurian-texts · 9 months

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There’s a scene in Chretien’s Knight of the Cart that’s absolutely crucial for how I see Gawain and Arthur’s relationship, one that probably sticks in my mind more than any other for how subtly and succinctly it captures so many complexities of their dynamic.

For context, this is right after Arthur agrees to let Guinevere go into a quite obvious trap (which ultimately leads to Guinevere’s abduction by Meleagant) with only Kay for protection, simply because he’d promised to grant whatever Kay asked. We’re told that “there was no one who was not upset” at this decision, but no one dares openly stop it or contradict Arthur - who is, after all, the king.

And it’s then that we get this crucial exchange:

No one’s grief was strong enough to prompt him to follow after her until Sir Gawain addressed the king, his uncle, in private. “Lord, you have behaved like a child, and I am astonished,” he said. “But if you heed my counsel, then while they are still near, we shall follow them, you and I, along with any others who wish to come there. As for me, I could not hold back from racing after them. It would be wrong for us not to follow them, at least until we know what will happen to the queen, and how Kay will behave.”

“Let us set off, dear nephew,” the king replied. “You have spoken courteously now. Since you have taken this matter into your hands, have the horses bridled, saddled, and led out that we may mount without delay.”

There’s always a very delicate balance Gawain is walking in how he interacts with Arthur, and you see it even in how the relationship is described here: the king, his uncle. On one hand, Arthur is Gawain’s relative, which gives him a certain leeway to treat him, if not quite as an equal, certainly much closer to it than most people could dare. But on the other hand, Arthur is the king, Gawain’s king, and questioning his authority too strongly would be considered unacceptable.

And I think you see that balance in such a fascinating way here. We’re told that everyone was unhappy with Arthur’s decision, but only Gawain dares to say so. Not only that, he basically tears into Arthur in incredibly strong terms: “You have behaved like a child, and I am astonished.” Clearly, Gawain feels confident that he’s earned the right to speak his mind to Arthur - to give him a piece of his mind, really, in this scene - and he doesn’t seem remotely afraid that there might be consequences for doing so.

But. But. Notice that crucial little detail there: in private. Gawain very pointedly waits to say anything about this until he and Arthur are alone. In public, around the other knights, Gawain doesn’t say a single word to contradict Arthur’s decision. In private, he tells him he’s acted like a child.

I’m reminded of a post I wrote a while ago about Game of Thrones, pointing out that Jon and Daenerys both make a distinction between being criticized in public and in private. Daenerys tells Jorah and Ser Barristan: “You’re both here to advise me. I value your advice. But if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you’ll be advising someone else.” And similarly after being crowned King in the North, Jon tells Sansa: “You are my sister, but I am king now. When you question my decisions in front of the other lords and ladies, you undermine me.” (Emphasis mine.) In both cases, I think the point was pretty clearly not ‘You cannot criticize me’, but rather ‘You cannot publicly undermine my authority’.

Arthur doesn’t need to tell Gawain this. Gawain knows. And I think you get a powerful sense of the trust between them from this short moment: Gawain trusts that he can speak his mind freely to Arthur without consequences, but he waits to do so until it’s just the two of them. In return, Arthur doesn’t stand on his ego but listens humbly and accepts Gawain’s criticism. I think it’s particularly fascinating that he tells Gawain he’s spoken courteously. On the face of it, “You have behaved like a child, and I am astonished” doesn’t sound remotely courteous - it sounds downright rude, in fact. And yet Arthur clearly doesn’t think so. He not only admits that Gawain is right, he endorses the way he said it as correct and praiseworthy.

I think that’s a great demonstration of how Gawain’s courtesy isn’t just a synonym for “polite”: it’s about his ability to follow social codes for correct behavior. Here, the measure of his courtesy isn’t that he always minces words, but that he understands when it is and isn’t acceptable to speak bluntly.

And I think it’s telling, too, that even when he’s basically telling Arthur off, he still addresses him formally as “Lord”. That might seem like a meaningless formality when the rest of what he’s saying seems anything but respectful, but I don’t think it is. I think it’s a constant reminder that Gawain never forgets Arthur is his king, or the respect that’s due to him, even when he’s openly questioning his decisions. He might seem harsh, but yet it's always tempered by a fundamental deference and he's careful never to overstep those lines.

He knows his place, not in the sense of being a doormat, but in the most literal sense of understanding the multiple - in some ways conflicting - roles he occupies and the expectations thereof: As Arthur's nephew, his knight, his subject, his advisor and right-hand man, arguably his friend and/or surrogate son (or brother, depending on your interpretation) as well. The fact that he manages to thread that needle so well is a testament to just how intelligent and socially adept he is, and the fact that Arthur gives him leave to speak his mind so bluntly to him in private is a huge testament to the mutual trust and respect between them.

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megsironthrone · 2 years

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A Chance?

Based on this request: May I request an imagine where the reader is Sir Jorah’s niece and is taught by him to be a warrior, she looks up to him but also has feelings for Danearys and feels guilty due to this. Perhaps she has a chance?

Here you are, lovely! Familiar characters are NOT mine!

Warnings: Fluff and slight angst

Pairings/Characters: Daenerys Targaryen x fem!reader, Uncle!Jorah Mormont

Your uncle had been more of a father to you growing up than your own father had ever been. So when you went against the grain and decided you wanted to learn sword skills, you asked Jorah to train you. He, of course, had agreed. You left Westeros with him when he was banished and traveled with him and Dothraki. You were by his side, learning and training, for years before you met the one person that could put a wedge between you.

Daenerys Targaryen was one of the most beautiful woman you'd ever met. She was also one of the strongest mentally. She worked so hard to make life better for those living as slaves in Meereen and the other cities she had visited on her travels West, toward Westeros. She was fierce and you had grown to love that about her. Suppers together, sitting on her council, and just spending time with her were the highlights of your day. You really liked her. More than you had anyone else before and you needed to tell someone.

During your training, you and your uncle had your best heart-to-heart conversations. You confided in him about everything you were thinking and he listened. He hardly shared his own feelings with you, but he was always willing to help you. So you absolutely told him how you felt about Daenerys when you discovered your feelings for her. His reaction was not what you had expected.

"Perhaps I'm not the best person to tell this secret to." His voice was tight and his stance was tense and rigid. Your brows drew together in confusion. He refused to meet your gaze, which was also strange. "Uncle?" No response so you tried again. Once more, nothing. You lowered your sword and thought for a moment. Why would he be like this? Unless…

"Uncle, are you-do you love her? Daenerys?" He still didn't answer, but you saw him glance at you from the corner of his eye. That was all the answer you needed. Guilt instantly bloomed in your heart. You hadn't meant to put yourself in competition with your own uncle for Daenerys' affections. You never knew that he loved her. "I-I didn't know. I'm sorry!" you apologized.

Jorah looked confused for a moment. "What for? You cannot help who you fall in love with, my dear niece." You gave him a sad smile. "No we can't, but you deserve love too. I think she would be a better match for you than for me, if that's what she wishes." You could feel your heart breaking as you spoke, but you meant it. Jorah needed love and if Daenerys could and would give him that, you would step aside.

Jorah sheathed his sword and pulled you into a hug. "I'm too old to chase fantasies, Y/N. If our queen is inclined to love either of us, I hope it is you. You have a bright future full of love and devotion that you deserve." You returned the hug and sighed. Your heart and mind were fighting one another. You felt like you couldn't betray your uncle by pursuing Daenerys (if she even wanted that), but you also couldn't betray your own blossoming love for the queen. So what could you do?

You finished up your training that day, your mind racing. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice someone approaching you in the dimly lit corridor. That is, until you practically ran into them. You managed to stop yourself by tripping over your own feet and falling. Right into Tyrion Lannister, knocking you both to the ground. You barely managed to shift again before you landed on top of him with your chest directly in his face.

"Forgive me, my lord," you said quietly before you noticed who else you had nearly run into. "Khaleesi," you greeted as your face heated up and you rose back to your feet. You could see her fighting back a soft smile. "Lady Y/N. I was hoping to catch you before you retired for the evening. I find myself in need of female companionship for supper. I grow tired of all the men." You laughed before apologizing to Tyrion again. He merely shrugged and then left.

"So, will you join me for supper?" Daenerys asked again and you bit your lip. Supper alone with Daenerys was a big deal to you. But could you? Your uncle wanted you to be happy, but you wanted him to be. Before you could get lost in your thoughts again, she continued, "I believe we have things to discuss…concerning you, your uncle, and myself." She gave you a knowing look. Oh. She knew. She'd heard or someone had told her. You watched her face for a moment. She didn't look angry or even a little annoyed. In fact, she looked rather happy.

"O-Of course, Khaleesi," you finally replied, "Should I fetch my uncle?" She shook her head. "No. I've spoken to him already. I wish to speak to you. Alone." You nodded and followed after her as she continued walking. "You can walk closer, Y/N." The familiarity of her words had your skin heating again. The soft way she spoke to you and the way she continued to glance at you had your heart thudding against your ribcage.

As you walked, you passed by your uncle who gave you a soft, sad smile. Clearly his conversation did not go well. Part of you hurt for him and worried that your conversation with Daenerys would end similarly. But a smaller, louder part of you couldn't help but hope you maybe had a chance.

You must have lagged behind because the next thing you knew, Daenerys reached over and grabbed your hand in hers to pull you gently along. She glanced back at you again and smiled. Did you have a chance with her at all? Could she love you or let you love her? "You do," she replied softly, making you jump. You hadn't meant to voice your thoughts out loud. "You have a chance, Y/N. After…after the khal, I didn't think I could love again," she explained, pulling you into her chambers, "I thought Drogo would be it for me but then he died and a part of me died with him. That is what I thought. But then, I met you and that part of my heart that I thought had died started beating again."

You couldn't speak. This was happening so quickly after you'd come to terms with the fact that you and Jorah loved the same woman. But she wanted you. She. Wanted. You. You had to fight against screaming out in joy when Daenerys closed the door behind you both and pulled you a little closer to her.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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I've chosen you to play Would You Rather....

Boss!Vision giving you your performance review

Professor!Jorah keeping you after class for tutoring

You know me, I can never choose one but here's the first Haha

A Sweet Surprise

Warnings: noncon and somnophilia undertones, implied use of drugs, involvements of alcohol, plus sexy blue eyes that like to stare. Story is dark so please heed the warnings.

Your comments are welcomed, as always. And I hope you enjoy! 💛

p.s. It got longer than expected haha and Vision’s human name is Victor Shade.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Your fingers fumble with the hem of your skirt as your eyes follow the motions of the metallic orbs atop Mr. Shade’s desk. Back and forth, they swing, and the sound they make, along with the clinking of the keyboard, only adds to the tension that slowly builds within rather than calm you down, which you assumed it should be doing.

Six months have passed by in a blur, consisting of endless data entries and the exchange of emails and phone calls from the company’s business partners. And now, here you sit in front of your boss, after working hours, waiting for his feedback on the performance evaluation they’ve conducted on you.

You know to yourself that you’ve done all they’ve asked. You believe yourself to be a diligent employee, an obedient one. Always grateful for the opportunity they have given you despite having no experience in the administrative field and never being one to complain of the workload dropped on your shoulders.

After almost a year of slaving yourself away in retail, you desperately needed a new job and out of all the companies you applied for, Crimson Travel Insurance was the one who responded.

You were slightly filled with worry as you discussed your bare-bones resume during the interview, but Mr. Shade seemed impressed with your enthusiasm to learn the ins and outs of the company. The smile on his face never left your sight, and you hoped it was a sign that they would take you in regardless of your lack.

You were employed within two weeks. Adjusting to the new work environment was a stretch. You won’t be seeing your friends often like before but the pay was enough motivation for you to push on to your tasks, and soon after, the friendliness and helpfulness of your colleagues, especially Wanda, bled into you that you never wanted anything more.

Except right now.

You hope that your boss would acknowledge your efforts and hard work and that he would see you as an invaluable asset to his company. But the silence that continues to stretch between the two of you, only those stupid metal balls hitting each other and echoing in the vast office, makes you think otherwise.

Click. Clack. Click.

He says your name and you immediately sit up straight, eyes looking forward to face him before drifting down to the folder in his hand, deft fingers flipping through the sheets within.

“You’ve only been with us for half a year and I must admit that I was quite worried when I hired you.” He starts and you feel your heart pounding hard against your chest. “With your lack of experience and all.”

You swallow thickly. Unsure how to take his words. The threat of being unemployed once more lingers. He’s going to fire me.

“But even with your dearth, you have completely exceeded my expectations.”

You gape at him. “Sir?” The words seem to fumble in your mouth but you take a slow breath before adding, “what do you mean?”

“If the projected numbers are right, it says here that our sales have increased by twenty percent in a span of four months.” There’s amusement evident on his lips as he stands from his seat, rounding the sleek desk before leaning against the edge, and looking down at you. “That’s four times more than what we had last year.”

The folder in his hands now rests on your lap and you dare to look down, scanning the graphs and charts that fill the sheets. He’s not lying. You blink in surprise before looking up at him once more.

“Mr. Laufeyson has even called me personally to thank you for assisting them when they had questions about our packages.” He continues to explain. “Every email and call answered, and your diligence has helped them sell more of our product along with theirs.”

“I—” You fluster, looking back at the papers on your lap. “I was simply doing my job, sir.” You look up and then flinch when he’s suddenly at your side, hand resting on the back of your seat, leaning in closer.

“Exactly! You were doing your job; frankly, it has done wonders for the company.” There’s a grin on his lips and you slightly tense up when you feel his hand rest on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before he parts and walks back behind his desk. “And because of that, I’ve decided to give you a promotion.”

“A—a promotion?” You blink. Surprised.

“Senior Operations Coordinator.”

A promotion? You can’t believe it. You smile as his words slowly sink in, that your hard work has been recognized and has finally paid off. But just as soon as your joy surfaced, it dies down just as fast as the thought of Wanda comes to your head.

She’s been in the company for two years running, maybe even more, and you’ve heard nothing come out of her mouth than wanting the senior position. She’s kind, although strict, but she was patient enough to teach you everything you know. And you can’t imagine how heartbroken she would be once she finds out she’ll be working for you.

Still, you feel thankful though you can’t help but ask, “But what about Wanda, sir?”

There’s a questioning look in his eyes when he faces you. “ What about Ms. Maximoff?”

“Well—” You’re flustered once again, casting your eyes down to your hands to avoid the strength of his gaze. “She’s been here longer than I have and she’s probably more qualified to take on the role.” You try to reason. You’re new and the last thing you want is to have enemies.

“If she wanted to be promoted, she should have worked harder.” Annoyance is evident in your boss’ voice. “But the feedback I’ve got in her evaluation wasn’t that savory and I don’t want slackers within my ranks.”

You’re unsure if he’s supposed to disclose such information but you think better of yourself and decide to remain silent.

“Do you not want what I offer?” He asks, his voice softer this time that you dare chance a peek at him.

“It is a very generous offer, sir.” You try to smile. “But—”

“But why won’t you take it? Do you not believe in your capabilities?”

“I do.” You try to argue. “But—”

He doesn’t let you finish, flinching when he claps his hands once in finality, the grin back on his face. “Then it’s settled. Starting next week, we shall make the proper arrangements and announce the good news to everyone.” He then bends down behind his desk, hearing a cabinet open then close, your eyes widening in surprise when he holds up a bottle of champagne. “We should celebrate!”

“Oh, I’m not much of a drinker.” You try to object but he’s already popped off the cork, picking up a flute from the shelf behind him and filling it halfway. He holds it out to you but you hesitate to take it. “I really can’t, sir. We’re still in the office.”

“Which is closed.” He rebuttals, setting the glass in front of you on his desk and turning back to the shelf to fill a tumbler with amber liquid. “It’s just you and me left in the building. And I promise not to tell.” You want to cringe at the wink sends your way but keep your face neutral as you watch him walk back to you.

The smile on his face then fades when he looks at you and then at the untouched champagne glass.

“Sir, I really can’t—”

“You’d deny your boss his request?” Your back stiffens at the sharpness of his tone, blue eyes piercing you and you grab the glass quickly for fear of angering him further. You stare at the bubbly liquid from the rim if only to avoid facing your boss. “Good girl.” You hear his smirk, a small frown forming on your lips at the unexpected pet name.

“Cheers.” He says, clinking his own glass with yours but you can’t find it in you to break company rules.

Under any circumstances, employees must not be under the influence of any form of an intoxicant (alcohol, drugs, etc.) while inside company premises.

“Drink.” You visibly flinch at the authority in his voice and immediately lift the glass to your lips, taking a small sip. But your eyes grow wide when you feel him tip the base of the glass higher, almost choking on the drink as he forces you to consume all of it.

You pull the glass away and take a deep breath when you finish, placing the glass back on the table with a loud thud. Your cheeks flush and you frown when you look up at Mr. Shade, feeling sheepish when you see him smirking down at you, unseemingly bothered at his display of dominance.

“Another.”

You shake your head in protest but he’s already refilling the glass, adding more of the champagne this time and taking the stem, holding it out to you. You stare at the glass and take it with reluctance. As much as his insistence makes you feel awkward, you don’t want to find yourself on his bad side after he’s just given you such a generous offer.

“Another.” He echoes, his words softer this time.

You do as he bids, closing your eyes before downing the champagne in one go to avoid him from repeating his crass actions. But your head suddenly spins and you almost miss the table when you try to put the glass down.

“Whoa. Easy there, lightweight.” He chuckles, taking the glass from your hold before lifting your hand to press against your temple, closing your eyes once more, you lean against your seat as you try to recenter yourself. “Maybe another was a bad idea.” But you hear no remorse in his words, only amusement.

“Thank you again, Mr. Shade.” You say as you blink, hands pressing down on the arms of the chair as you try to push yourself up. “But I think I should be going.” You’re seemingly out of breath when you speak, your head continuously swimming as you try to take a step toward the door.

“Please, call me Vision.” You hear Mr. Shade speak, only making out the first words but the rest sound muffled. You reach up once more to clutch the side of your head, your steps going wobbly each time you force a foot forward. You can’t be drunk with just two glasses. You’ve had champagne before and you’ve been having sips of hard liquor since you were sixteen.

Champagne can’t be strong right? You try to think but your brain gets muddled, leaving you with blank thoughts. You’re confused, questions linger to the unease that washes over you. You startle when you feel his hand wrap around yours, looking up at him with hooded eyes but saying nothing as you allow him to guide you on your way out.

You must have looked pathetic from the clumsiness he’s witnessed from you.

As you take another step, your knees buckle and you don’t even get the chance to react as you await for your body to hit the ground. But the floor never meets you as you feel arms catching you underneath, a soft whine escaping your lips when you’re unexpectedly lifted from your feet.

You feel something soft underneath you and your breath hitches from Mr. Shade’s sudden closeness. You want to move away but your body feels so heavy that you don’t even think you could lift a finger even if you tried.

“Stay still.” He whispers against your ear and you frown when you feel his fingers ghost against your arm, the hair of your body standing from his actions.

“That’s it. Good girl. Let me take care of you,” The sound of his voice so close makes your spine shiver, whimpering once more when you feel his other hand caress your thigh, your skirt hiking up to your waist and you try to move your hand to push him away, struggling to cling on the last strand of your consciousness, but your body won’t cooperate.

The last thing you feel is his fingers dancing along the inseam of your panties, his hand cupping your sex, pressing down on your heat before you’re completely consumed by darkness.

#vision #the vision #dark vision #vision x reader #vision x female reader #victor shade #mcu vision #mcu au #mcu #drabble ask #coconut bun stories

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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The Bookstore 1

Warnings: None as yet.

Summary: A mysterious strangers comes to your bookstore.

Character: Jorah Mormont (Modern AU)

This if for my Jorah Bean, they know who they are ;) and to anyone else who likes this teddy bear. Darkness to come, promised. As well, as usual, as I so desperately beg of you, please let me know what you think. Love!

The small bookstore is like a second home. It’s almost sad to say that your job is the only thing going on in your life. In a small town like this, however, it’s not that unusual. What is, is the only customer in the store. The stranger who just walked through your door.

You look at him over the top of your book, lowering it and smiling at him. His mouth holds a firm line and he nods in acknowledgement, “good afternoon.” His voice is low, gritty, yet somehow, soft.

You return his nicety before offering help, “anything in mind, sir?”

“Only browsing, if it’s okay.”

“I’ll be here,” you assure him, still smiling. He looks at you a little longer before carrying on.

You stay perched on the stool behind the counter and turn your chin down. You smooth the pages and reach for your bookmark. You place it at the center and let the book close around it. You try not to be distracted when you have someone in the store. Besides, you can’t help but wonder.

Bellhaven is a small place. So small it is often lost on a map, if written at all. Everyone knows everyone and a newcomer is always met with fanfare and whispers all the same. You didn’t hear of the new arrival but perhaps if you took your nose out of your books.

You hook your short heels in the bar of the stool and lean forward, trying to see around the shelf. You see his shoulders between the rows but nothing else. You sit back, realising how odd that might come off.

You turn and step down from the stool. You wander into the aisle closest to you and work at tidying the rows of incense and candles for sale in your novelty section. You hear his soles on the creaky floor and the soft scrape of books leaving the shelves. You smell a stick of vanilla incense before placing it in the proper slot.

He enters the middle row, just behind you, and takes his time as he makes his way to the front. You gather an errant wrapper left on a lower shelf as he pokes his head around. You glance over at him as he strode into the aisle.

“I hear frankincense is good for stress,” he says as he comes closer. He’s tall, with broad shoulders that top a slender body. He’s older too, face lined but handsomely so. You take out a stick of the indicated scent and hold it out.

“I didn’t know that,” you hold it out to him. He takes it and gives it a long sniff. “The quilting club mostly comes in to buy it for their get-togethers.”

“It helps with breathing thus it aids anxiety,” he explains as he pulls it away from his nose, two books under his other arm. “Is this your shop?”

“Yes,” you answer proudly, “small but all mine.”

“Ah,” his lips twitch, just a touch, his expression stoically hard to read, “and do you frequent the quilting club?”

“I don’t think I meet the age minimum,” you joke, “you ready to check out?”

“Do you want me gone? Are you closing soon?”

“No, no, but if you still want to look around, I’ll take your books to the counter,” you offer.

He considers you, his narrow blue eyes meet yours and he takes a breath, “thank you. This is a quaint little place you have.”

“Thanks,” you say as he turns the books and holds them out to you. You take them and retreat to the counter. He wanders along the aisle, still in your sight, and selects several other sticks of incense.

“Much like the rest of this town. I’ve just come here. Retired and all that.”

“Oh, well, this is the place for it.”

“Is it?” he wonders as he takes a candle and sniffs in. He checks the label and puts it back, grabbing another instead. “You don’t seem that old. Or retired.”

“Well, my demographic isn’t exactly the majority.”

“And mine? Which do I belong to? Do I qualify for a senior’s discount.”

You don’t laugh, though you want to.

“No, sir, that’s not what I meant.”

“A joke,” he says as he holds onto the pine candle, “I think I’ve spent enough money.” He comes to the other side of the counter and places the rest of his wares beside the books there, “moving and all that nonsense.”

“The incense is five for two. Good deal,” you assure him as you slip the sticks in a long paper bag. “And the books are mostly used and don’t sell for sticker price.”

You punch in the numbers and hit total. You read it out as he takes out his wallet from inside his tweed jacket.

“Well, I can’t imagine they’re that hard to sell then,” he muses as he lays out a bill, “especially with such a beautiful shopkeeper.”

“Did you really want that senior discount?” You evade and for the first, he smiles.

“I’m not that old,” he taps the bill and slides it across the counter.

“Noted,” you accept the money and count up his change, “well, sir, you have a good night.”

He takes his change and scoops up the paper bag in his other arm. “Jorah,” he introduces, “no ‘sir’, please. As I said, retired.”

“Alright, Jorah,” you fold your hands over your book, “my name’s on the marquee.”

“Noted,” he counters your previous response, “I’m sure we’ll come to know each other well.”

He turns and marches to the door. You watch him go as the bell rings above him. There isn’t much to do in Bellhaven, you won’t be surprised if he’s back for more.

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potential-fate · 11 months

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End of Chapter 4...

Melvin: [groans] That woman insists on ruining everything. Sheldon: What happened? Melvin: Here, come look. [sighing] It’s already circulating news circles. Sheldon: Well, that’s not good. Melvin: This is going to make everything more complicated… ---

Hunter: Hey babe…? Salem: Manners, son. Your wife and I were talking business. It’s rude to interrupt. Hunter: Sorry, Sir… but… Wanda: It’s fine. Arguing against you is a fruitless endeavor anyways, Salem. What is it, honey? Hunter: I know you don’t like Alex’s trash news but… you’re going to want to see this. ---

Pia: Well, We might need to introduce the “new” you, sooner rather than later, Mom…. But otherwise this shouldn’t affect us, right? Giovanni: It should be fine. We’ve been far removed from the Helios family long enough. Giovanni: Besides, it could be a good thing. I’ll let the dust setting and then reach out. Pia: Are you sure that’s a good idea? Giovanni: Better to be ahead of the curve. ---

Elaine: Who the hell do you think you are?! I don’t care if you married my father, this is a family affair! Ian: Dear… the children are right— Elaine: You gold-digging harlot! How dare you keep this information from me! Jorah: Your mom seems really upset… Nathan: Jorah, I cannot begin to explain to you how much I do not care. Jorah: But your family— Nathan: [rolling his eyes] I. Don’t. Care. Can we please go back to playing the game ---

Callum: But it’s an actual gig! Just because it’s in Copperhead City— Abe: I can’t just move without any warning Callum… Callum: You promised this was temporary. I’m sick of working at that stupid music and tech shop. Abe: Then don’t? It’s not like we have rent. I can pay the bills we do have on my own. Callum: That’s not— [muttering] That’s not the point! [phone ringing] Abe: I uh… I need to take this. Callum: By all means, it’s not like we were in the middle of something. Abe: Callum… come on. It’s my mother. Callum: Of course it fucking is. God forbid you do anything that might upset her. Callum: [pauses] ….What happened? Abe: I… It’s my grandfather…. He’s… He’s alive.

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lcngliive · 8 months

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jeyne & jorah ( @mischiefxmuses )

"excuse me, sir?" jeyne called out to the other, waving in hopes of getting his attention. "I think you may have dropped this?" she smiled slightly, holding the wallet out - she hoped it was his, she hadn't opened it - didn't want them to think she was snooping, that got you nowhere.

#jeyne || interactions #jeyne || private starters #&& jorah

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littlenicky19 · 9 months

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Fire Behind The Viking Ch. 1

**Please let me know what you think, I haven't wrote in a loong time**

Rheneria was sitting with her sister Daenerys braiding each other's hair when the doors opened and servants entered along with their older brother Viserys. Standing in front of them Viserys began speaking quite proud of his achievements. "Ah, my sisters I have great news." He clapped his hands together, Rheneria glanced over at Daenerys before looking back to their brother as he continued.

"I have found you a husband in exchange for a large army." He looked at Daenerys as he said this telling Rheneria he was talking about her, Daenerys didnt say anything at the time too much in shock.

"As for you little one I have a meeting with many lords about you." Looking at Rheneria causing her heart to drop slightly and with that he turned around and walked away.

Not even a week later Khal Drogo had arrived to inspect Daenerys. The three siblings stood on the stairs watching as horses came riding in with men sat atop wearing near nothing besides some makeshift shorts and some furs.

Rhaneria watched as the man Khal Drogo looked over her sister before nodding and riding away.

"What? Where is he going?!" Viserys shouted running down the stairs looking in the direction the Dothraki had rode off. " But he didnt say anything did he like her?" Viserys asked as if his sister wasnt there. Illyrio chuckled to himself before answering.

"If he did not like her your grace, you would know."

Soon after this ceremony of their marriage took place, a crowd gathered, Daenerys motioned for her sister to stand beside her which Rheneria of course did not only to please her sister but to also get away from Viserys who had a grip on her arm so tight it left a mark. Sir Jorah stepped forward and gave a chest to Daenerys explaining that it was a gift of something from her ancestors, not understanding she opened the chest revealing three dragon eggs. Both Daenerys and Rheneria looked at them in awe, they were green, gold, and black.

Thanking Sir Jorah Daenerys closed the chest putting it to the side continuing on with the other gifts from people.

Later that day Daenerys pulled her sister aside without their brother knowing. "I dont know when I will next see you dear sister but I would like to give you one of our family's eggs." Shocked Rhaneria looked at her sister unsure.

"They are yours Dany." Was all Rheneria could say, but Daenerys only shook her head at her words grabbing her hands in her own.

"No Rhen, they are ours, our families legacy our ancestors had always allowed others to pick from the batch and I am allowing you to choose." Rheneria looked at her sister with the softest smile as she looked down at the chest holding the delicate eggs, looking closely she held her hand over them closing her eyes as she waved her hand back and forth slowly.

Daenerys knew what she was doing, she was feeling more so than looking to see what was drawn to her, watching as her hand stopped on one. Rheneria opened her eyes slowly and looked down seeing her hand was over the gold egg, glancing up at her sister she saw she was smiling.

"It is your's dear sister." Daenerys smiled handing her the egg which Rheneria could only cradle and hold tightly scared to let it go.

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By the next week Daenerys was gone with Khal Drogo and Rheneria was left with Viserys, that is until she stumbled on a trader in the market place as she was walking.

"Hello my lady." The high pitched man greeted her, Rheneria looked at him with a soft smile and greeted him back.

"Hello mister, may I ask your name?" She asked, the man smiled back and answered. "My name is Sinric." Rheneria smiled more at the man, something about his energy made her feel calm and good.

The two of them spoke for a while where she learned that he has been nearly everywhere in their world. "Have you been to Westeros?" Rheneria couldnt help but ask, Sinric looked at her strangely. "What is Westeros?" Rheneria began to question if Westeros was still standing as he asked this question when she could hear Viserys shouting for her causing her to jump getting the attention of the older Traveller. "Are you alright?" He asked.

Standing up straightening her dress she nodded to him. "Yes, I am fine, I have to go." With that Rheneria left the strange man and walked towards her brother's voice. When she got to her brother he told her that he needed her to stay near by making her want to roll her eyes but she wouldnt want to 'Upset the dragon' so she just did as she was told that was until two days later Viserys had told her that he needed to head to Marieen to meet with the man who was to buy Rheneria.

When he left she stayed in her room caressing her dragon egg wishing her sister was here with her, feeling her bottom lip tremble thats when she noticed her eyes were tearing up. Blinking her eyes a tear trailed down her cheek and fell onto the dragon egg, using her thumb she rubbed it off.

A knock at the door was heard she wiped her eyes and stood up walking to the door revealing Sinric. "Oh my dear, what has happened?" He was concerned as he made his way past her before she could say anything.

"My brother is determined to get the Iron Throne back after it was stolen from our family but he is willing to discard our sister and I in the process." Rheneria was merely whispering at the end, hurt from being banished from their home, to being abused from her brother, to being sold.

Sinric looked at the young girl and felt for her and was determined to help her. "What if I told you, you had a way out?" Rheneria looked up at this skeptic of the man's words which he understood."I have a ship, I go everywhere and anywhere I could take you to the ends of the earth." Looking at him she almost said yes but knew she couldnt desert her family, he knew this by the way she looked down at her hands.

Smiling softly at the young girl he patted her shoulder giving it a light squeeze. "I wish you all the best princess Rheneria." With that he left quickly as he came leaving Rheneria alone with her thoughts debating if she should have gone or not.... and lets just say, she should have.

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The next day Rheneria woke up to her brother still not being back so she took it upon herself to walk around the city and engage in the people. Wearing a silky white dress with her platinum blonde hair flowing behind her with a few strands braided up with flowers in them looking around at the people she smiled seeing everyone help each other. All of a sudden the air was filled with the sound of faint screams that seemed to make their way closer telling Rheneria something was happening, before she could find out she was grabbed by the guards her brother had left to watch her and taken back to the castle and locked in her room.

Heart pounding she heard the sound of a horn being blown as she rushed to the window looking down seeing fires spreading through the town as a sea of men rushed through the small streets below slicing their way through.

Gasping she clutched her hand to her mouth thinking back to Sinric asking her to go with him, oh how she regrets her decision to stay now, swallowing her fear she seen her dragon egg which was sat upon burning embers, reaching out she grabbed it not being burnt and opened the secret entrance to her room hurrying down the staircase leading to a tunnel, in the dark it was hard to tell where she was but she rubbed her hands along the moist walls feeling her way around until she seen a light from the crack of the door at the end.

Hurrying towards it she opened it and began running with her Dragon egg in a woven bag on her side, the sounds of swords clashed was all she could hear as she turned and seen men fighting and killing each other in the same streets she was just singing to children, feeling a pain in her heart she turned and went to keep running but was stopped when she seen a line of warriors standing in front of her.

Sucking in a sharp breath she turned around to run but was grabbed by two of them and dragged as she screamed. "Let me go!" She screamed trying to rip her arms away but they didnt loosen their grip, looking around at the dead as they dragged her she felt her heart break more as tears streamed down her cheeks.

They dragged her a little longer until they dropped her on the ground taking her bag from her before tying her hands behind her back. "NO!!!" By the scream she gave you would think she was a mother having her child ripped from her hands, however when the man reached in the bag and pulled out the egg he didnt think anything of it and put it back in the bag tossing it onto the boat.

"We got all the slaves." The man said to another man who was tall with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a slim tattoo of nordic symbols over his eye, the man nodded and turned to another man who looked kinda like him but slightly darker hair and thin lips, same blue eyes.

Rheneria looked around at the other girls in the boat and her heart felt for them, trying to stand even with her hands behind her back she almost was able to until one of the men on the boat hit her in the back causing her to fall with a groan getting the attention of the others.

"Dont touch her." One of the men spoke but Rheneria couldnt see him as she was now curled up just wanting to be left alone and sleep which is what she did.

When she woke Rheneria was no longer on the boat with the slaves and strange men, she was instead laying on a makeshift bed with a candle lit next to her for light. Sitting up slowly she winced at the pain in her back from the man hitting her with the handle of his axe. Looking around wearily she spotted the bag holding her egg slowly standing up grimacing at how filthy she was she walked over opening it relieved to see her egg was still there, walking to the door she opened it as quietly as she could and heard the sound of faint talking, it sounded like four men.

Listening closely she couldnt make out what they were saying until a loud bang came along with yelling. "Shut your mouth!" The volume and bass from it even caused Rheneria to jump slightly but it gave her an idea of where the voices were so she slowly crept out of the room heading in the opposite direction. Steadily she crept down the hall peeking behind her every now and then to make sure no one was coming, when she came to a corner she glanced around seeing no one and the door holding her freedom from these strangers.

Turning the corner she was slowly making her way to the door when suddenly a man stepped out in from of her with the help of a crutch, looking at her with a wicked smirk.

"Where are you going?" He asked with a slight chuckle behind it, clutching her bag she turned around to go back but was met with the same man from earlier.

"What do you think I should do Hvitserk." The man with a crutch asked as his deep blue eyes bored into the back of Rhenerias head, Hvitserk smirked at Rheneria as he answered. "I think she needs to be punished brother."

#ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #vikings #vikings ivar #Ivar x ofc #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #bjorn lothbrok #game of thrones #got #ofc targaryen #ivar x ofc

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most wanted?

we'd love to see:

finn, obi-wan kenobi, qui-gon jinn, ezra bridger, sabine wren, captain rex, hunter, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, wrecker, tech, echo, crosshair, baylan skoll, boba fett, fennec shand, cassian andor, bix caleen, rose tico, lando calrissian, jyn erso, nightsister merrin, bodhi rook, chirrut imwe, garazeb 'zeb' orrelios, amilyn holdo, bail organa, breha organa, the hero of tython/jedi knight, ashara zavros, doc, theron shan, satele shan, lord scourge, lana beniko, talos drellik (star wars) sam wilson, steve rogers, thor odinson, bruce banner, carol danvers, scott lang, miles morales, jessica drew, cindy moon, mj watson, ned leeds, harry osborn, lorna dane, pietro maximoff, erik lehnsherr, charles xavier (marvel) percy de rolo, vax'ildan, grog strongjaw, scanlan shorthalt, yasha nydoorin, beauregard lionette, fjord, caduceus clay, veth brenatto, kingsley tealeaf (critical role) dame aylin, alfira, lae'zel, wyll ravengard, halsin, jaheira, minsc (baldur's gate) captain john price, kyle 'gaz' garrick (call of duty) cullen rutherford, alistair theirin, josephine montilyet, cassandra pentaghast, the inquisitor, the warden, hawke, varric tethras (dragon age) sir malcolm murray, sembene, alexander sweet/dracula, dorian gray, brona croft/lily frankenstein (penny dreadful) edward cullen, esme cullen, carlisle cullen, leah clearwater, seth clearwater (twilight)

and:

armand, nicolas de lenfant, gabrielle de lioncourt, daniel molloy, jesse reeves, merrick mayfair, mona mayfair, tarquin blackwood, julien mayfair, jojo mayfair, ciprien grieve (the vampire chronicles/lives of the mayfair witches) lucerys velaryon, jacaerys velaryon, harwin strong, laenor valeryon, baela targaryen, aemond targaryen, helaena targaryen, missandei, grey worm, jorah mormont, sansa stark, ned stark, catelyn stark, bran stark, robb stark, davos seaworth, gendry (game of thrones/house of the dragon) betty cooper, archie andrews, jughead jones, dilton doiley, sabrina spellman (archie comic/riverdale/sabrina) josie saltzman, lizzie saltzman, milton greasley, landon kirby, rebekah mikaelson, marcel gerard, stefan salvatore, bonnie bennett, enzo st john, nadia petrova, jenna sommers, davina claire, freya mikaelson (the vampire diaries universe) rose tyler, donna noble, the fifteenth doctor, martha jones, amy pond, rory williams, bill potts, yasmin khan, ryan sinclair, graham o’brien, dan lewis (doctor who)

#multifandom rp #fandom rp #comics rp #video games rp #star wars rp #cambria:mw

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wpmorse · 2 years

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"You speak of sacking cities. Answer me this, ser—why have the Dothraki never sacked this city?" She pointed. "Look at the walls. You can see where they've begun to crumble. There, and there. Do you see any guards on those towers? I don't. Are they hiding, ser? I saw these sons of the harpy today, all their proud highborn warriors. They dressed in linen skirts, and the fiercest thing about them was their hair. Even a modest khalasar could crack this Astapor like a nut and spill out the rotted meat inside. So tell me, why is that ugly harpy not sitting beside the godsway in Vaes Dothrak among the other stolen gods?"

Daenerys II -pg 329

"Where are the defenses?" Dany argues with Sir Jorah over why they should buy brainwashed slave soldiers from a city with no defenses.

This was mostly an excuse to do a picture of Astapor, and by that criterion, it comes out okay. I probably could use have used a bit more detail, including more bustle between the darks and the walls. But perhaps this absence works as a way of showing just how much Astapor is in decline. I'm more than happy to run with that defense.

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A quick note I'll be taking a break from this sketch challenge to do my October/Halloween Sketch challenge. Hope you all stay on to enjoy it!

Otherwise, see you all in November!

#asoaif #a storm of swords #pen and ink #illustration #daenerys targaryen #jorah mormont #astapor

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scotianostra · 2 years

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Happy 61st Birthday to the Scottish actor Iain Glen, born June 24th 1961.

Ian was born in Edinburgh and was educated at the Edinburgh Academy and University of Aberdeen. He then attended the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London. Following his graduation, where he won the Bancroft medal, he appeared on stage performing in such plays as Macbeth, and Henry V.

Iain immediately rose to prominence in 1988 with his acclaimed performance as a charismatic gang leader in The Fear for Euston Films. Followed by his multi award winning tour de force as imprisoned Scottish poet Larry Winters in Silent Scream In 1990. Since then Glen has hardly been off our screens some of his roles include, Hamlet, in Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, Damon Morton, the murderer in Trial and Retribution, which also starred the great David Hayman, and Sports reporter, Stuart Morrison in Glasgow with Sharon Small, who he would later join up with in Christmas at Downton Abbey. One of my favourite role of Glen’s is that of Father Octavian in Doctor Who, and yes I’m a fan!

In 1998 he returned to stage to star opposite Nicole Kidman in The Blue Room, which opened to rave reviews. Three years later he found himself back on the big screen in the eyes of viewers on both sides of the pond with performances in Beautiful Creatures and Tomb Raider playing Angelina Jolie’s arch villain, Powell.

Another favourite series and role for Iain was that of the enigmatic Vaughan Edwards in Spooks in 2010, since then he has appeared as Jack Taylor in the self titled crime series set in Ireland, Sir Richard Carlisle in the aforementioned Downton Abbey and Inspector Ronald Mulligan in another crime series, Breathless. Of course those who are fans of Game of Thrones will know his best, as Jorah Mormont, he was one of the longer lasting characters in the series which regularly bumped off the major characters.

Of late Iain has been in Reyka, a South African set crime thriller television series, a second series will be shown later this year. Iain has also been a recurring character in the American superhero television series as Bruce Wayne.

I’m looking forward to the upcoming series The Rig, set off the shore of Scotland, fellow Scots, Mark Bonnar, Martin Compston and Emun Elliott are among the cast. He is also dye to star in Wool an American science fiction streaming television series and the film, Operation Napoleon, set in Iceland it’s about an international conspiracy.

Glenn lives in England with his wife, actress Charlotte Emmerson, in an interview in 2017 Iain says “My parents are still in Scotland, though they’re more fragile and less mobile than they were, so we tend to go to them more often than we did 10 years ago,” he says.

“I love returning to Edinburgh as it’s a great, quality life up there and I’m bombarded with memories from childhood.”

Last year the actor gave his support to Edinburgh-based Cyrenians organisation, a charity aimed at tackling the causes and consequences of homelessness.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #game of thrones #doctor who #Edinburgh #happy birhtday

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locitapurplepink · 1 year

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Chapter 24

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Tech checked out his girlfriend due her performance would be started by any minute "Lydia, have you finished yet ? It is almost your turn..."

He suddenly was enchanted by Lydia's perfomance look. She worn a bright yellow dress, yellow glasses, yellow high-heels, her hair turned wavy and a little bun on the top "How do I look ?" "You look like the next generation of princess Belle and you look very beautiful."

Lydia smiled "Thank you."

"And now, it's the newest student of class B11B99, Lydia along with Echo will play his instrument !" They heard Miss Luana announced.

Echo called Lydia "It's time, Lydia." "Good luck on your first performance." Tech kissed on her hand. She smiled and came on the stage.

She saw a lot of audience waiting to hear her voice. "You ready ?" She asked by Echo who was on his postion. She took breath and nodded "Ready." She whispered.

She checked the microfon as Echo playing the piano. Then she started to sing. As she sang, she remembered the last time she performed with her father back home.

youtube

Time stands still

Beauty in all he is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

As she sang the second part, her tears around her face that she didn't realize until she almost couldn't finish singing. Liam could tell that his sister was breakdown. He decided to do something.

He stood up on his seat "Let's sing together !" He asked.

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Lydia was surprised by their action even Echo, Tech, and the others were at the backstage joined to sing. She stared at Liam as he nodded.

She sang along with everyone to finish her performance.

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

The audience gave her applause as Miss Luana put her hand on Lydia's shoulder "That was very emotional one. Give one more time for Lydia !" Next, she told Lydia that she could get off the stage.

Lydia rushed to the backstage and hugged Tech which he was surprised at first. He stared at Echo just got off the stage and gave him a look. Tech hugged his girlfriend to reassure her.

"You did an execellent performance, Lydia." He whispered to Lydia's ear.

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"Alright, you all will watch the final performance for tonight. This will bring a big surprise, be hold, Julian Yarrow along with his elder sister, Kaylee Yarrow !" Miss Luana spoke.

The audience gave an applause as Omega asked Jorah "Do you think what your siblings would do ?" "I have no idea. They wanna be a surprise."

Suddenly there was a dramatic music which shocking the audience. "What's going on here ?" Liam asked then he was shocked after he saw a young woman wearing a dark blue outfit with the mask on.

"Hello, my lovely citizen. I'm Lady Kay and I will protect you all from any danger, especially dragons." Everyone gasped as thinking it would be interesting.

"Not so fast, Lady."

They then stared at the young man wearing a yellow outfit with a dark blue baseball helmet as the audience gave them applause." Fencing ? I should have guessed that and why are you wearing that helmet ?" Jorah asked his brother.

Julian responded "I couldn't find mine so I had to wear what I have right now. Can we please countinue our performence ?"

"Be my guess, Sir Julian."

"That's right, young man. I am Sir Julian, the toughest fighter in this kingdom." Julian put his postion with his fencing sword.

"Well, if you are so tough, why don't we have a friendly competition to see who's the real toughtest ?" Kay pointed her fencing sword to Julian as the kids avoided from unwanted accident.

"Challenge accepted."

Kaylee and Julian saluted each other then they started to have a fencing fight which the audience were enjoying to watch.

At the same time, Miss Luana mentioned Mrs. Yarrow just showed up "There you are, Mrs. Yarrow. Where have you been anyway ?"

"I just have something to finish first." Mrs. Yarrow said.

"Well, you're here just in time. Your kids just started performing."

Mrs. Yarrow took breath and smiled "I didn't know that your kids would have incredible talents." Miss Luana was impressed and Mrs. Yarrow smiled "Yep, they are."

Kaylee took Julian down after he fell on the stage "Looks like we have a winner." She spoke as pointing her sword to his face but suddenly they heard the loud roar and the dragon showed up.

It turned out Crosshair got a part as a dragon "This place is gonna be my home *roar* !"

The audience screamed then clapped their hands. Liam whispered at Omega and Jorah "Remind me when I played as a dragon back home. One of my faves."

Omega responded "So did I." She and Liam did a high-five as Jorah speaking "I was chosen to be a knight. I enjoyed it back there."

Kaylee and Julian tried to beat the dragon with their fencing swords as a team, together, they finally took dragon down.

The audience gave them applause. Crosshair took off his dragon mask then joined Kaylee and Julian do their salutation.

"It turned out, working together can make everything possible, thank you." Julian spoke the point.

Next, Miss Luana were doing the closing "Alright everyone, that's all performances for this year. I'm really hope you all enjoy it. We'll see you again in the next year... "

But Audrey took the microphone "This is one of my top fave dresses for this year.." She worn a sprikle dark red dress with red high heels.

"If you guys want to have this, please contract my parents' fashion bussiness. The phone number is..."

"Alright, that's it, young lady. You've been taking this spot five times. If you want to be uninvisible, why don't I to be the first person to your parents' customer ?"

Audrey was so shocked, she knew what was in that teacher's mind.

"You not kidding..."

"Oh yes, I do."

Audrey grunted then got off the stage again. Miss Luana didn't except that the audience gave her applause for her responbility attitude.

"Oh, why, thank you..." Miss Luana saluted.

The back stage, some of the studies watched what happened like minutes ago "If anyone ask about Miss Luana, she should have her own show on unprectidable future." Tech spoke. Crosshair scoffed "Don't be cocky, you're not such a time traveler."

Next, Hunter got called and took his call "Hello Cid. What is it ?" Few seconds later, he gave Tech a serious look "Ah, I believe one of my friends have an explaination of my sister's disappearance."

As Hunter passed his phone on Tech, Crosshair chuckled "Break a leg for that, magician." Then he and the others left Tech and Wrecker alone.

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#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch fic #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #high school #Youtube

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Sunflower

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41952342/chapters/105698847

Jorah x Daenerys

Summary: An altercation at the bar finds Daenerys waiting for Jorah in the dark.

Warnings: 18+, smut, BDSM, implied violence

Note: This story is part of my Jorleesi Smut Series: Eonian. Stories included in this series may or may not be connected with each other unless stated otherwise.

The room is dark.

Not because of the lack of lighting. But because of the blindfold tied snuggly over her eyes, her bare chest pressed against the leather cushion that covers the table's surface, her wrists bound tightly to the sides by leather cuffs, and her knees bent, making her naked ass stick out into the air, waiting and ready for him.

As much as she enjoys the thrill of being bound, the anticipation is agony. Especially at this moment, she knows this isn’t a display simply for play and pleasure, but a punishment that needs to be carried out. A discipline she has to take for displeasing the man she loves for stepping out of line.

She should never have talked to that man at the bar. Never should have entertained the seemingly innocent questions that lead to his unwanted touches which inevitably had Jorah beating the stranger to a pulp and dragging her out of the establishment in evident rage.

She should have listened for she knows the consequences if she doesn’t.

Grab a drink and come back at once. His words echo in her head, regret swirling within her.

She stiffens on the table when she hears his feet pad into the room, her throat tightening and her senses heightening from the lack of sight and the ability to move, feeling Jorah stand at her side then move behind her, her ears piquing when she hears a drawer open then close, already knowing well what he’s taken and what he intends to do with it.

A crack in the wind then echoes in the room and Daenerys clenches her teeth, tugging roughly on the restraints, her heart rate spiking when the leather material bites her skin sharply, the sting radiating from her ass and up her spine.

“Do you know why you’re here, Daenerys? Do you know why I must do this?” His voice comes out strong and authoritative, which makes her swallow hard before she responds.

“I do, Sir.”

“Good.” He hums, her skin tingling when the flat leather piece runs gently against her skin, skimming up and down on each of her cheeks, a soft moan leaving her when she feels it brush against her clit, rolling against it then a silent gasp escapes her when it snaps against her swollen bud.

And just by the feel of it, she knows his disciplinary tool of choice.

A riding crop.

“Then you know what you should do.” He intones steadily.

She remembers. It’s what he always instructs her to do when she’s on this table. “I must count, Sir.”

“Very good.” He praises her once more and Daenerys can hear him walking again, the sound of his bare footsteps invading her ears before feeling him stand in front of her, his hot breath tickling her cheek then feeling the tip of the riding crop brush against her face. “What’s the safe word, Darling?” He asks in a low tone of voice that brings a shiver of desire up her spine.

She gulps in a lungful of air before answering, “Sunflower.”

Instantly, she feels him walk away from her, his presence missing within her radius, then all at once the rod meets her skin, the sharp pain radiating from where her ass meets her thighs to the entirety of her body that she pulls on her restraints and chokes out the word, “One.”

The second, third, and fourth hits come just as quick, the sound of Jorah’s grunts bouncing off on the corners of the room, invading her senses and sending a tingle through her skin and to the pit of her belly.

After the fifth, she gasps when she feels the pad of the riding crop brush against her clit once more, the pressure that he puts on it digging unto her swollen bud that she wills herself not to moan, her hands closing into fists and her toes curling when he grazes the leather along her folds, the loss of friction making the hair on her body stand from the halted stimulation.

The next round comes just as quickly. The sixth, the seventh, the eighth, and by the ninth, her breath catches in her throat, the stinging pain blending into pleasure that makes her throw back her head when after the tenth he presses the rod against her clit again and then pulls it back only to push it slowly through her folds, Jorah fucking her slowly with the pad of the riding crop.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Darling.” Jorah tuts, pulling the rod away, Daenerys baring her teeth and turning into a moaning mess when he slaps the leather against her clit repeatedly, each poke on the nub pulling at her strings, making her body shiver with desire, the tension within her tightening as she feels herself close to her limit.

“You know the rules, Daenerys. You cannot come unless I tell you to.”

“I understand, Sir.” She whispers and tries to pull her knees together to keep the dam from breaking but the slap he gives her against the side of her thigh stops her, Jorah’s tsking at her movement.

“Knees apart, Daenerys. As a matter of fact, spread them wide.” He growls his command and she obeys.

She pushes her knees away from each other then yelps in surprise when the pain comes again, resuming her count and panting heavily as she breathes out the numbers, trying to keep up with each strike he makes.

After the fifteenth, she’s breathless then filled with want, the leather pushing through her folds once more as he begins his punishment anew, the leather brushing against the walls of her pussy, teasing her, coaxing her into new heights, bringing her slowly to the edge only for Jorah to pull back once more, frustrating her further as he continues to keep her away from the release she longs for.

Sixteen.

Seventeen.

Eighteen.

And by the nineteenth, she’s panting, she’s in agony, she’s in pain. Not from the riding crop but from the pressure that’s building within her, her muscles clenching and her body tingling from the desire to let go, to unwind the coil that’s turned too tight for her liking, her thighs singing from each strike of the rod that Jorah graces her with.

After the twentieth, when she expects the stimulation of the rod to bless her once more, it doesn’t come. And she doesn’t feel Jorah behind her anymore as well, making her move her head, trying to search for his presence.

Then the table underneath her shakes, feeling the weight behind her and in one fluid motion, she’s full, his cock penetrating without warning, his hands gripping tightly on her waist as he begins to fuck her at a relentless pace.

She moans and tugs on the cuffs, her back arching from the sudden intrusion, a welcome one at that, though the pressure in her builds at an increasing rate, making her whine and gasp as she tries to seek her release.

“No one is allowed to touch what is mine!” An animalistic growl leaves Jorah’s lips as he thrusts frantically in her, her walls clenching around his cock each time he slides deeper within. “And you’re mine, Daenerys. Mine. ” The possessiveness in his voice makes her body shake in hunger, in yearning, in desire, for the words that leave his lips are nothing but the truth. She is his. Mind, heart, body, and soul, all his.

His fingers bite on her skin, nails digging into flesh that she knows bruises will appear in their wake. His hips jerking at a brutal pace, groans and moans and mewls leaving their lips and she fights hard to keep her release at bay, to please the man taking her as she is, biting her lips hard that she tastes the metallic tang of blood on her tongue.

“Fuck!” He curses hard and stills, his cock throbbing deep inside when he reaches his climax, feeling his seeds fill her, coating her walls, the sensation driving her to madness as she too wants to let go.

She visibly shakes when she feels his lips trail down her back, giving her shallow thrusts then gasping when his hot breath brushes against her ear.

“Come.”

A simple word yet meaning so much more for she lets go, and moans audibly into the leather cushion, her body spasming from the intensity of her release, a blinding white light engulfing her as relief slowly floods into her body.

She slumps on the table, chest heaving and whining when Jorah pulls out of her, her pussy clenching from the hollowness he leaves her. She feels their mixed essence drip down her inner thighs and a sigh of relief fills her when the cuffs are undone, her eyes blinking fast when the blindfold is taken away soon after, her vision adjusting to the dimly lit room they use for such activities.

She then feels her legs being pulled back, having her body flat on the surface, and a small smile forms on her lips when Jorah’s hands return to her body, a warm cloth rubbing gently between her thigh, the slickness from their essence washing away from her skin. A hum then escapes her when the coolness of the aloe vera he uses on her every time they engage in such play kisses her thighs, relieving her from the sting of the riding crop he’s left her with.

Once he finishes, she feels a thin sheet drape around her body, and slowly, Jorah rolls her on the table, Daenerys winces lightly when her ass presses on the sheet but is soon relieved when he lifts her in his arms and walks them out of the room.

She looks up at him and frowns when she still sees the anger in his eyes. Slowly, she leans against his shoulder and presses a hand on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles and Jorah falters mid-step, his eyes casting down to look at her. “I should have listened to you. I should have just gotten the drink and left but I was being too kind.” She hides her face on his neck and curls her hand around his shoulder to press herself closer to him. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He sighs and begins his stride once more, gently laying her down on the bed when he enters their bedroom. “I should have controlled my anger.” He says as he sits down beside her, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. “But when I saw him touching you, I just—I couldn’t have that.”

“I’m yours, Jorah.” She mumbles and leans against his touch, her hand reaching up to hold onto the one on her face. “No one will ever change that. I won’t let them change that.”

He looks at her and nods, the shine in his blue eyes slowly returning before he leans down and presses a light kiss on her lips. “Sleep.” He instructs softly before standing on the bed, pulling the blanket over her, and walking out of the room.

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