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So the next trailer dropped for S3 and there’s a lot to parse through, but for me the only thing that matters in Coran.

He has like 1 second, but that second literally ripped my heart out. That cry of “No!” is a cry of pain. It’s the cry of a man who has lost too much already and is terrified of losing more. It’s the crumbling of a cheerful facade to face the raw pain and anger and sorrow underneath. It’s the cry of a man who has hurt so much, he cosiders suffering to be an old friend. That cry, that shout, is the horror of a man, aged beyond his years due to the oppressive weight of his own pain as he watches children face unimaginable danger in his place.

Coran has suffered so much. Don’t forget his pain.

I’ve fallen in love

(A/N): I haven’t written for Loki in ages! 

Request:Loki x reader where you’re Natasha’s little sister and when Loki is sent to Earth to be watched over by the Avengers you and him end up falling in love with each other and you hid from everyone please

Warnings: none

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

     “(Y/N), no,” Nat stated as she folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you menacingly. “It’s not a good idea, he took down our entire team, you have no chance-” 

    “Well forgive me for doing my job Nat,” You sigh as you turn to her, sighing exasperatedly. “I was assigned Loki and nothing you do or say is going to change that. It’s only for a 2 or 3 months at most plus I’ve handled stuff worse than him,” 

    “Remember what he did to Barton?” She asks, her voice low and dark, a tone that would intimidate anyone, anyone but you. You’d grown up listening to that voice, that dark tone that was intimidating to all but to you it was just Nat. 

    “I know Nat but he had the tesseract back then, now he’s just-” 

   “Now he’s just the god of mischief (Y/N), this should be a walk in the park for you,” You smile a bit, assembling the last of your shield uniform before turning on your heel, giving Nat a quick little smirk. 

    “It will be,” 

    The god of mischief sat before you, shackled and chained like some animal. Despite the mask over his mouth you most definitely could see he was smirking, you could see it in those devious eyes of his. 

     “Be careful (Y/N),” Fury whispers to you in passing, handing you a simple remote with all the controls to his elaborate cage. You give him a small smile and nod, quickly putting your hard facade back on to face Loki. 

    “Let’s get one thing clear,” You state, mocking Nat’s rather intimidating tone. “I’m not here to mess around, I’ve got a job to do and that’s all, I will go anything and everything to complete this job do you understand?” Loki’s eyes squint at you, no doubt an amused little smile upon his face before he nods, slowly and almost thoughtfully. 

    With a shaky sigh you press a button that releases the hold of every chain that contains Loki as you attempt to hold your intimidating facade. It wasn’t easy though when the god suddenly rose to his full height, much taller than you would have expected. 

    “So,” He drawls, that ever present smirk upon his face. “Where to first? Some jail, asylum, perhaps one of Shields secret bases?” You merely put on a smirk of your own, giving him a coy little smile. 

    “Oh no, I’ve got something better,” 

    “I have to live with you?” Loki looked about your apartment disgustedly, wrinkling his nose up at the puppy that was jumping up his legs, begging for attention. 

    “I figure it’s a better punishment than all those places,” You merely shrug, taking a sip of water from a mug. “Plus, this way I can keep an eye on you until shield decides what to do with you,” 

    “I am not some pawn for you to pass about your world-” 

    “You stepped into our boundaries Loki,” You set your glass down, staring at him menacingly. “You became our pawn the minute you thought of taking over earth,” To this he smiles, almost like a reflex. 

    “This pawn doesn’t want to play,” He muttered, his voice dark and evil, holding a more sadistic tone than you thought possible. Although his words have tremors of fear sparking up and down your spine you ignore it, instead puffing out your chest a little bit and standing taller, giving you a more confident stance. 

    “Too bad buddy, you’re already in the game,” 

    Living with Loki was…as expected, hard, infuriating, and most nights it ended with you locking yourself in your bedroom to cry pure tears of frustration. He was beyond annoying, constantly pestering you, annoying the living shit out of you, and only the gods knew that he was a need attention seeking monster. He was constantly doing shit to get your attention, perhaps a little threat here, maybe an almost escape incident there, suddenly appearing in your room at the most ungodly times. And all together it was just infuriating. 

    You had hoped that the two of you could get along, after all it didn’t hurt to have faith, but as the weeks ticked by, dwindling down until just one month had passed in his 2-3 month sentence. It was a bit horrible to say but you couldn’t wait until the god awful god had to take his leave. But you had stuck it out, given him a chance, you’d been kind to him, gave him a roof over his head and food in his stomach and yet it still wasn’t enough to appease him. 

    This week had been particularly bad, he’d been more than obnoxious, always getting into something, whether that be your closet, knocking over a picture on the wall, or simply throwing an insult or two your way. You’d been able to tolerate it all week but today was your breaking point. 

    You’d had an awful day at work, a mission went awry, you were pretty bruised up, and when you got back you had to deal with piles upon piles of paperwork so yeah, you were a little stressed when you walked through your apartment door. 

    “There’s my favorite human,” Loki sneers from his perch atop the couch, giving you a greasy smile as he flicks the TV off. 

    “Not today Loki, please,” You beg softly, throwing your bag onto your couch in exasperation. 

    “But I’m bored,” He whines, putting on a mock pout. “Play with me,” 

    “I don’t want to,” You grumble as you walk into your hallway, grabbing a towel before attempting to enter your bathroom, however, before you could Loki appeared before you, that damn smirk upon his face. 

     “Someone in a bad mood?”

    “Yes, now get out of my way so I can shower, please,” 

    “Oh, I like it when you beg,” He taunts, an evil little twinkle in his eye. “Do it again,” You grit your teeth as you attempt to not rip his throat out, instead gripping your towel a bit tighter. 

    “Get out of my way Loki,” 

    “And If I don’t?” For some reason that was your breaking point, those few words, that damn smirk, the fact that you couldn’t even try to shower without him pestering you. 

    Everything over the last few weeks builds up, creating a flurry of emotion behind your eyes and before you know it you’re crying, full blown out crying.  You pathetically wipe at your eyes, trying not to sob as you officially give up. You were done with your job, with Loki, with life in general. Without another word to Loki you turn on your heel and march to your room, locking the door behind you. With a defeated sob you collapse on your bed, sobbing into your pillows. 

    The world seemed quiet around you for only a few moments, the only sound being your quiet sobs. God, you just wanted to have one good day once, was that so much to ask? You sob a bit louder, your entire body heaving with the effort when suddenly there came a timid knock at your door. You couldn’t even cry in peace with Loki around. 

    “Go away,” You yell at him, burying your face into your pillow afterwards. 

    “(Y/N) one way or another I’m coming in there, you can either get up and let me in properly or I shall simply do it myself,” You grumble something as you realize just how screwed you are here, there was no hiding from Loki at this point, he was either coming in, or you were letting him in. With another defeated sob you unlock the door, collapsing back onto your bed. Not even a moment later the door swings open and Loki hesitantly creeps in. 

    “What do you want?” You ask bitterly, attempting to glare at him angrily. 

    “I’ve never seen you cry before,’ he states softly, cocking his head to one side to give you what you believed to be a sympathetic gesture. 

    “Well,” You sniffle, wiping away at your tears. “I wasn’t really expecting you to see me crying and-” As you go to wipe away at your freely falling tears one of Loki’s surprisingly gentle hands grip your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Instead, with his gentle and warm hands, he wipes the tears away for you. 

    “Do you care to explain why you are crying?” His tone is much softer now, a tone you’d never think you’d hear coming from Loki himself. 

    “Why are you being so kind all of a sudden?” Your tone has lost it’s bitterness, instead replaced by that hopelessness you were feeling. 

   “Well,” Loki gives you a form of a smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this but I can’t stand to see you upset, especially at my own hands, I just wish to amend my wrongs. Now, do you wish to tell me why you are crying?” He asks once again, his eyes swimming with some form of emotion. 

   As you stare up into his face you can’t help but realize just how beautiful he looks right now, a concerned expression on his face, his eyes swimming with worry, his face much softer than you’d ever seen it and as you do stare up at his face you can’t help when the words just start spilling from your mouth. 

    “I’ve had a rough day at work,” You admit, “And I’m tired all the time and-” You stop, realizing your next words were about him. 

    “And you are tired of me?” He asks, his tone holding some kind of edge to it. 

    “It doesn’t help when you’re constantly pestering me-” 

    “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” The god stares at you earnestly, his words soft and smooth. “I never wished to make you feel this way-”

   “Really? Then what were your intentions?” Loki looks into your eyes, almost biting his lip in thought as he does. Then he sighs softly, closing his eyes for only a moment before opening them once again. 

    “I did not know how to handle my situation when I realized that I had fallen for a mortal, much less a mortal who had ‘imprisoned me’,” He admits quietly, those beautiful blue eyes filled with what could only be shame. “I only realize when it’s too late that I should have gone about this differently,” 

    “Who says it’s too late?” The words fly from your mouth with no filter, thoroughly shocking you and Loki. 

    “Well, you cannot possibly mean-” 

   “Perhaps I could find it in my heart to forgive you,” You give him a soft smile, one that made your eyes crinkle with the utmost joy. Loki smiles at you, not the crude and rude one he usually sports but an actual, authentic smile. 

   “I would greatly appreciate it,” The two of you smile at each other for only a moment more, just staring at each other with these half sad half adoring smiles before one of you reacts. 

   “May I-” You stare at his lips, those beautiful lips that you had to admit you’d been dying to kiss. 

   “Be my guest,” He whispers, staring at your lips with just as much hunger as you were his. Without a moment to spare you lean forward, capturing his lips within your own. It wasn’t the slowest, most kindest kiss you’d ever had but you loved it more than words could describe. 

    The feeling of his hands tangled in your hair, his lips pressing against your earnestly, the warmth of his chest pressed against your own made the moment all too perfect. But eventually the moment had to end, you did have to breath after all. Your lips part and you’re left gasping, your forehead gently pressed against his own as you do so. 

   “We mustn’t tell a soul about this,” Loki murmurs, breathing just slightly heavier than usual. You nod your head, smiling softly as you still attempt to regain your breath. 



She stepped through the diner doors, and I knew I was a goner. She had said that she had an errand to run, but I had no idea what she could possibly have to do that didn’t involve us. We always stuck together. The minute she walked through the doors, I understood.

“Oh boy,” I mumbled as I eyed her sauntering toward the table.

“What?” Sam questioned, turning his head in her direction.

“Whoa,” he mumbled as she approached the table.

“Sootch your bootch, Dean bean,” she laughed at me as she moved to sit beside me in the booth. I didn’t move.

“Dude,” she gestured, waving her hands so that I would scoot over. When I didn’t move she laughed. “Dean, pick your damn jaw up off the floor and scoot your ass over.”

I blinked rapidly and smiled, moving slightly to make room for her.

“Its just you look,” my breath caught in my throat as she turned to look at me with a smile.

“I look what, Dean? Like a girl?” she deadpanned, a look spreading across her face that said I was an absolute idiot.

I chuckled at that. I loved her sarcasm.

I narrowed my eyes at her, thinking before I spoke. “You look beautiful,” I breathed, reaching out to run my fingers through her freshly cut Y/C/H hair.

She tossed her head back in laughter. “It’s just a hair cut dude!” she exclaimed with a smirk.

“Its not just that,” I mumbled. When I started to pull her face to mine, her smile fell and her eyes darted to my lips.

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, full of questions, right as my lips met hers. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at first then her hand landed on my thigh and her other hand gripped my wrist holding her face as she deepened the kiss.

She pulled away with a laugh. “All that because of a haircut?”

I smiled brightly as I brushed her short hair out of her beautiful face. “No. But it did make me realize that I’m tired of you not being mine. You take my breath away woman,” I said with a shaky breath.

“And apparently your words,” she laughed.

“Shut up,” I smiled, kissing her again.

“Maybe I should go run errands more often, eh Winchester?” she teased, her fingers slipping into my hair.

“You can do whatever the hell you want sweetheart as long as you’ll be mind at the end of it all?” I asked, a bit of fear slipping throw my typically tough facade.

Her face moved closer to mine, her lips just grazing mine, her nose brushing against mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that from you, Dean. Say it again,” she whispered.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my hand landing on her neck and pulling her lips to mine again in a passionate kiss.

When we were both breathless she rested her forehead against mine and whispered, “I always was, Winchester. I was just waiting for you to see it too.”

Might as well post some theories of my own about the Red Man:

-He’s a puppet for Dark. It doesn’t think. It doesn’t feel. Just does exactly as Dark commands

-It’s Dark’s real form, behind the facade of Mark’s face.

-Mark’s a fucking loser trying to get into the conspiracy theories like Jack’s community, which GOD PLEASE, make us theorize mark, please please please. this is such a community builder and it’s so much fucking fun.

-the red man is akin to the slender man

-it’s going to fucking consume mark and then we will be watching rediplier, just a red man in the eye in the webcam. 

anonymous asked:

Scenario where Shinsou and Bakugou (separate) manage to get their monotone and straight faced crush to laugh for the first time? (They make a joke or do something funny. Pls I live for flustered characters)

Bakugou Katsuki: Bakugou doesn’t notice at first because the mumbled joke was meant to be only heard by him, but when he realizes you’re actually laughing, he perks up and smirks at you. He knew he could make you laugh! He would most likely tease you to the end of time about that moment. 

Shinsou Hitoshi: He cracks a smile at finally being able to make you laugh, but quickly hides it because he couldn’t let you break his straight-faced facade either. He definitely loves the look on your face when you laugh and decides he needs to come up with more material, for special occasions. 

honestly I think people analyze jack too much, it’s nice to have hcs and all, but when you think clearly, you have to admit he ain’t that complex, he’s most probably meant to represent primal instincts like greed and wrath and envy and pride and is basically a symbol for the tyrants of humanity, I don’t think there really is something deeper than that there, except he’s still a kid and shows occasional vulnerability like any other kid (and his vulnerabilities are not even sympathetic, like he literally throws a fit because he doesn’t get the control he wants). as an adult he’s probably just gonna grow to be a depraved political snake that only seeks how to suck the life and money out of people

Dean and Sam stepped through the door of one of their old friends’ house, Dean holding the door for Sam. Sam rolled his eyes, and Dean grinned, a quirky little grin. 

Jack and Maddie greeted them, Jack’s voice resounding through the house.

“Sam and Dean Winchester! Long time, no see!” Dean returned Jack’s hug, nodding his head, while Sam’s hands linked on the back off Maddie, who had to stand on the balls of her feet to kiss Sam’s forehead. 

“I remember when you two were tiny,” Maddie laughed, a laugh which Sam joined her in. Dean was looking off in the kitchen, where Jazz was just exiting to come into the living room. 

“Jasmine Fenton,” Jazz extended a professional hand out to Dean, who took it, never letting his gaze leave hers. Jazz had grown into a beautiful woman, and Dean can never keep his eyes off the beautiful women. 

“Dean Winchester,” Jazz nodded, and Dean felt a pang of sadness when she released his hand. Jazz blushed and her eyes fell to her feet. 

“So where’s Danny?” Sam asked, trying to break the awkward silence that Dean and Jazz had created. 

Maddie was jerked from her thoughts. She blinked. “Oh! He should be here…” she twisted to look up the stairs. “Danny! Sam and Dean are here!”

“Coming!” came the muffled reply. Danny was listening to music in his room, probably doodling spaceships and himself in astronaut suits.

“Boston?” Dean asked, impressed.

Maddie grinned. “Oh yeah, Danny loves all the oldies.”

“The classics,” Dean corrected, smiling warmly, removing his hands from his pockets, preparing to shake Danny’s hand. 

The seventeen year old came bounding down the stairs, feet light on the carpeted landings. He looked at the brothers and grinned. 

“Hi, Danny,” Sam said, and shook the boy’s hand. Danny nodded, flashing a huge smile. 

Next Dean. “Hey kid,” Danny looked at Dean. Danny blinked. He smile faded. Just before their hands were to touch, Danny stepped backwards, eyebrows furrowed. 

What are you?”

It actually reminds me of how many people take Caesar’s “calm, cool, collected” facade at face value without actually realizing that he’s NOT that type of person naturally, and that he is instead a passionate, reckless, and even violent person underneath that. Araki likes to have characters make claims about their own personalities that are revealed to be untrue in some capacity or another, and fandom’s tendency to flatten out characters to be nothing more than their masks can be a little frustrating (this is common in all fandoms, not just in jojo, but im in jojo so im talkin bout jojo)

anonymous asked:

How do you think the assassins/templars would react if they find their SO sleeping in their coats?


Originally posted by competitiveeatingfortheelderly


I hope you don’t mind, dear anon, but I didn’t stay strictly to your prompt. Satisfaction is key, and if I failed to write something how you wanted it, please let me know!

Thanks to a dear page supporter, I’ll now be adding Mary Read/James Kidd to the list of assassins. Let me know what you think!

Altair: He’d been searching everywhere- he could not find his coat, which was necessary for his day. Unaware of where else to look, he decides to go to your quarters, hoping you’d know where the coat was. Without knocking, he barged into your home, but halted abruptly where he stood. There you were, peacefully sleeping, however not in your normal robes, but in his own coat. Still frozen in your doorway, he slowly and silently backs up and leaves. He would just steal one of Malik’s for the day.

Ezio: Your moment of silence had been disrupted by short, loud, and raspy chuckles. Slowly, groggily, and annoyed, you began to wake from your euphoric rest. Unsurprisingly, there was Ezio, lying by your side, laughing like an idiot. Not only were you tired and irritated, but now confused; that is until you figured out why he had been laughing. The night before, you’d been so lonely, knowing Ezio couldn’t be with you. To feel content and whole again, you reached for his coat… one he never wore, and the one he wanted you to keep. Unintentionally, you’d drifted asleep, the cloths contorted around your body. Ridged with realization, you hastily and unsuccessfully attempted to take the coat off; Ezio’s laughter subsided. He grabbed your hand, his eyes crinkled with delight. “You’re just too beautiful, mi amore.”

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There’s a facade on the faces of young people these days, you’ll notice if you look closely. But don’t you worry too much about it. The facade isn’t to hide who they are or what they want to be. The facade is there to keep them safe until the tears on their cheeks have dried and the blaze of the dreams have returned in their eyes.Then you’ll see the facade-less faces, brightly lit and ready to conquer the world.

-faces with facades

TF2 Sniper/Spy  Headcanon

Based on a random convo where we were talking about how Spy/Sniper tends to either have
a) woofbified Sniper or Spy, b) creepy stalker Spy or c) feral bushman Sniper that has to be civilised by Spy. 

Primary concept: Why give us 10K of creepy ass spysniper when you could have the pair happily together, and they tell the team by announcing Scout now has two dads over dinner bc they went to Las Vegas over the weekend.

@camiluna27 said that Sniper could help Spy learn to be a dad to Scout, and well, I had an alternate idea, so… this happened:


Sniper has no experience.

If anything, Engie might be the closest the team has to a father figure. And Spy would prefer death over admitting it to the Texan…

Sniper, on the other hand, is just oddly casual with everyone even those he’s going to kill. He can get serious, but mostly, it’s chill… everyone can relate to him, in their own way. He listens, offers advice, and has your back on the field.

Spy, in contrast, has been made paranoid by the world in which he lives. Lies, deceptions, masks, targets, always the threat of death haunting every move… if your smile is even an ounce deceptive, you die. He has learned to be what people need to see, to adapt to a challenge.

Who he is, as a person, is a little difficult for him to gauge. The closest he came to being… him, a person, was when he spent time with Scout’s mother, who challenged his normal statements, behaviours, seductions as utterly false. An act. And he suddenly realised she was right.

Now he was on a base, and he did not need to BE anyone. That is, after battle was over… he was just… Spy. And who was that?

He went for haughty, kept them at bay. The man he was, was dead, if you thought about it. Buried under a thousand faces and facades, all in the name of espionage.

Scout… was an unpleasant surprise. He’d thought, based on what correspondence he’d received in the last year from Her… that the boy was going to college for an art degree, and yet… here he was smashing in heads amongst hardened mercenaries?

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Bro. Look how cute and innocent she looks!!! She’s so cute.

Karalena au: High school Kara and Lena.

After months of watching Lena at the front of the class, at the head of the pack, and leader of the charge, she finally has the guts to ask her out on a small lunch/ hangout. Not quite a date because what teenager admits anything is a date at first greeting.

Lena being Lena and such a social butterfly (just a facade to escape facing reality of her extreme loneliness in a crowded place) she kindly accepts because what Kara didn’t know what she watched her as well. In the corner of the class, daydreaming of something better… bigger. She could see it in the way Kara looks to the clouds and sky above like there’s more there for her.

Lena distracted herself with school, and friends, and sports because at home she’s barely paid attention to. Even at school everyone likes her because she has money and throws these Gatsby parties every weekend. Never felt like she had a close friend that saw her for… well… her. So when Kara asked her for lunch one day her heart nearly swelled.

The gif is the moment when Kara brought her back to her room to hang out. Kara couldn’t hold it back and blurted out the question, “do you like girls!?” Kara full on red by this point, squeezing her fingers in her hands not knowing how she’d react. All Lena does is lift her eyebrows with a kind and sweet smile and respond, “well I’m obviously into you, aren’t I?” Her smile never fading as Kara got less and less nervous. Watching Lena be an absolute goddess on her couch in her room.

(Idk if you’d want a before and after for this little tidbit. Let me know)

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bean not well
at doing a thing
fats fall flats on flooring
tiles and medalling smiles
wheel eventually tastes of trains
air conditioning and fallout
people in public
shearing wares
realizes through eyelids
what it takes to crate
good things

the lines of the
and feets of the
and facades of the
and face of the
all floods a memory board
with the

artehago is a
false memory
is the
of the
reevolution of the

made up mines
that bean detonating
miscreant in metropolis
but they aint toppling it on
tops of us

Awry Expectations

PAIRING: reader x cersei lannister


REQUESTED: nah fam

PROMPT: cersei has done many things in hopes to protect her loved ones, but sometimes her schemes are not thoroughly processed which comes with dire consequences.

WARNINGS: femslash (i’m going to stop putting that as a warning because we live in 2017), the story came out better in my head.

Cersei stepped into the prison room ― an exact replica of the Tyrell siblings’ dungeon. The condition inside was almost a carbon copy as well.

Droplets of water dripped slowly from the miniature window, bringing runoff from yesterday’s rain. A sliver of sunlight poured through the room, barely lighting up the smallest fraction of the compact space. It smelled like utter shit, mingling with the repulsive body odor that rivaled against a decaying carcass. It was not as bad Loras’s stench since he has been there longer. Nonetheless, it was completely nauseating.

Somewhat ragged breaths softly sounded from the farthest corner of the room. Cersei’s eyesight darted toward the noise where it landed on a body. The figure was curled up in a fetal position. Squinting, she could see the body shiver due to the cool air and equally frigid concrete ground. Cersei already visited Margaery which meant this cell could only belong to one other person.


It was no secret that many believed Cersei to be callous to others, unconcerned with their well being unless they proved to be a valuable asset to her intricate stratagems. The Queen Mother would go to great lengths to destroy her enemies in order to protect House Lannister. And everyone who agreed with those statements was absolutely right.

That’s exactly what drove her to seek the High Sparrow and his cult. She did not care for their radical ways because they were on her side. All she needed to do was to express false worry and as quick as lightning, Margaery and Loras were imprisoned for their sins. And with that, one of her greatest enemies were crumbling at the hands of the Old Gods and the New. It was such a joyous occasion when the news hit Cersei. There was nothing more she wanted to do than to celebrate with you, her secret lover.

However, if she has foreseen future events, there would have been an immediate termination of the Sparrows. Nothing could have prepared her for when she heard of your incarceration.

What made it all worse was the concern you expressed to her before she met with the High Sparrow. As you laid in her arms all those nights ago, you felt a terrible churn of your stomach when Cersei spoke about her idea. And no matter how much you attempted to talk her out of it, Cersei never relented. Once she had her mind set on something, it was near impossible to change it. And now, as she looked at your frail body, she regretted it with every ounce of her.

Feeling vulnerable was a hated emotion. Cersei mastered the art of poker faces and facades. She learned after Joffrey and her father’s death, that enemies will do their best to see House Lannister perish. She no longer cried in public or showed any emotion in order to hide her true thoughts. Which is why her secret relationship with you worked perfectly. There was never any public meetings. To the citizen’s knowledge, the Queen Mother did not have any cognizance about your existence. But behind closed doors, she read you like a book. Understanding every thought, emotion, and desires you had. The way she pleasured you were beyond words, surpassing an experience you had with anyone before her. She kept everything she knew about you close to her heart because unlike Jaime, you stuck by her side. She cherished you and vowed to protect you.

Cersei wished she took your words and concern under consideration since she valued your opinions. After all, half of her schemes were conducted by you. But she was blind. Too caught up in her revenge on Margaery to realize that you would be imprisoned for the same reasons as Loras ― for breaking the laws between Gods and Men.

You were a rather promiscuous woman before you secretly courted Cersei. You never hid your like for both genders. You were even a frequent patron at Littlefinger’s brothel. Before the Sparrows abusive authority on the capital, nothing could stop your sexual endeavors with women.

It was heartbreaking for Cersei to see the once fiery light to her life beaten to a silent doll.

“Have they bathe you? Fed you?” Cersei spoke, her voice bouncing off the stone walls. She was unsure for what to speak about since she indirectly caused this.

You did not speak, simply staring at the wall in front of you while your body shook at the sudden draftiness of the room. Cersei watched you in silence. It was strange. For as long as she has known you, you were always talking. Energetic yet intelligent women that were sly in her motives.

Many moments passed. Cersei had taken a seat and basked in the uncomfortable atmosphere that you started. She missed you terribly. After several sleepless nights caused by your absence, she urgently had to visit you even though it would raise questions. Deep down she knew you did not want her company but she was selfish. She thought of herself which is why you were imprisoned in the first place.

“Are you happy?” You whispered. It came out croaky since your mouth hadn’t tasted water in days. You weren’t even sure when you had last eaten. The Septa that regularly came to beat you and recite the Faith book at you rarely gave you a proper meal or drink.

Cersei’s eyebrow raised in question even though she knew you would not look at her to see her expression. “And what would I be happy about?”

“You won. The Tyrells are slowly dying at your hands. You should be celebrating with a grand feast and the finest wines.”

Cersei shook her head, her long golden locks bouncing with her movement. “I win once you are released.”

“Tell me,” You continued, ignoring her words. “Was it all worth it? Worth allowing your only true ally to be banished like scum?”

“My love ―”

“Get out.” You said firmly, but all it came out as was a sob. “Get out now. I don’t want to ever see you again.”

Your words pierced her heart. Her composure was slipping. She promised you long ago that nothing would ever harm you. And yet, it ended up being herself that caused all the pain. But she would not cry. To honor that, she stood up and turned her back to you.

“I will stop at nothing to get you released, to end the Sparrows control over this city. But I need to know if you will still stand by my side despite this obstacle.” Her composed tone cracked at the end, signaling her pain at the situation

It was never said but you knew the real meaning behind her words. She wanted to know if you still love her. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t. You received months worth of abuse just in a matter of a week. And no matter how much you claimed to repent every sin, you were deemed ‘not ready’ by the High Sparrow. The only way you would truly be free was in the form of atonement. Just the idea terrified you.

However, no matter the circumstances, you loved Cersei. She was a true lover, the embodiment of the perfect specimen. All the deeds she had done was to teach her enemies her family is supreme. No one loved their family more than she did and the Gods were testing her loyalty to those she cherishes. You knew when she said she was going to get you out, she meant it.

Cersei took your contemplative moment as a negative sign. She abruptly and swiftly walked towards the wooden door, her lavish clothes swaying behind her. She reached the door and yanked it open with anger. Anger at herself. But she stopped once she heard you speak.

“I love you.” Your voice did not waver then because you meant it. “I have always loved you, but I don’t think I can forgive you. Not at the moment.”

Cersei looked back at you, finally meeting your precious eyes, the one she spent many nights staring into. She saw you stagger to your feet, pressing your hand on the walls to keep yourself upright. After some trouble, Cersei walked towards you and caught you just before you were about to fall.

The breath was knocked right out of you. You stared up at Cersei with your mouth parted, your eyes concentrating solely on her lips. An idea popped into your mind and you went for it, despite the risk of being caught.

Hurridly pressing a desperate kiss to her lips, you savored the plumpness of her small pout. She covered your lips in an equally frenzied kiss.

You might not forgive her now, but in the future, you would. It would take time to heal until then.

To Build a Home (2/3)

Rating: M

So…this got away from me and will now be in three parts because I needed to add some Captain Cobra.

Killian throws the note in the water and Emma waits in a house that is no longer a home.

Part One here

Henry is wondering, not for the first time, if he is the only sane person left in this town.

(And really, last time he thought that, he had totally been right. Cursed and all.)

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