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feudalfairytales) wrote in
bakerstreet2020-06-28 07:24 pm
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You're not mine
![]() Ah, love. Ain't it great, all those starstruck, breath-stealing, head-swimming feelings? Be careful you don't throw up...from joy. Hey, but you should know all this; you're smitten, yourself! And the person who has your heart is promised to- Oh. Oh. The person you love's with someone else, huh? Ouch. Whether it be a mutual romance that's interrupted by an (also mutual) attraction to you or an unfortunate circumstance or obligation that's got them pinned to somebody they don't even care for, they're out of your reach. ...or are they? It's your life, don't let us tell you what to do, still- listen to your heart. Listen to your gut. Probably don't listen to your brain. Decide whether or not you'll do the "right thing" and lose them forever. Or, stick with us here: tell them to screw everything else and just be with you. You want them. They want you. How could that be bad?
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Ren Amamiya |Persona 5|ota
Blake Belladonna|RWBY|ota
Winter Schnee|RWBY|ota
Evie | Disney's Descendants | ota
Audrey | Disney's Descendants
margaery tyrell | asoiaf/got | ota
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And there is, of course, that selfish little desire. The same desire that's been burning and twisting inside her from the moment Margaery stepped before the Iron Throne baring cleavage capable of holding a parade, and she wonders still if Margaery could discern the heat of Sansa's gaze among all those other lusty looks from the menfolk that day. Since then, she's only fallen deeper and deeper in love with the Rose of Highgarden, and it's enough to make her cry had she had any tears left after all that's happened. Margaery is her only beacon of happiness remaining in the cold world of King's Landing, and she's getting married. Married to a brute who doesn't deserve to even look at her.
It's all fantasy, and a painful fantasy at that. Sansa tells herself she needs to grow up, to get over it, to stop being a silly little bird with romantic dreams. She doesn't tell herself hard enough, though, since they're taking a solitary walk in the garden when Sansa blurts out: ]
What did you mean? [ Context, Sansa, context! ] Before...before I got married. You said that some girls prefer pretty men, and...pretty girls. [ Sansa pulls her gaze from Margaery's cleavage and hopes her porcelain cheeks aren't blazing too fiercely. She knows what Margaery meant, anyway. ] Have you ever known of any...any pretty girls? [ Shut up, Sansa, shut up, shut up, shut up. ]
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She's noticed Sansa's gaze, maybe not from that first moment but soon after. While the younger woman is quite good at faking loyalty to the Lannisters, she's not half as successful with stopping herself at looking at the bared skin revealed by many of Margaery's dresses. Margaery has thought of her as well, of what it might feel like to taste her lips and see how long that blush might stretch down her body. If they were in Highgarden, she would have taken her to bed weeks ago. But they aren't in Highgarden.
She wishes she could have just had Sansa marry Loras, but she couldn't have anything be that simple. At least Tyrion Lannister doesn't seem to have the will to touch his new bride. She faintly wonders if he'll ever notice his wife's clear preference for woman. Perhaps they could share that "handmaid" he has in his bed most nights.
Never mind that the thought of a woman other than her touching Sansa fills her with even more envy than the thought of a man touching her.
She'd almost let go of any hopes of her flirtatious overtures being picked up on, so Sansa bringing them up weeks after is a bit of a shock. ] What? [ But she recovers quickly. It helps that these gardens are watched over only by Tyrell guards, most of whom will not be surprised in the slightest by this turn of events. ]
Of course I do, sweetling. [ Her voice is kind, even as she cups Sansa's face and forces her to meet her gaze. ] I know you.
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Rey || Star Wars || F/M
James Wesley | Daredevil (TV) | ota
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Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Harley Quinn | DCEU
Sherlock Holmes | Enola Holmes (Netflix)
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | FFXV | ota
Warrior of Light | FFI/Dissidia
Link | Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Jiang Yanli | Mo Dao Zu Shi (Novel/Donghua/Modern AU)
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He would have skipped the post hunt banquet. As it was, he'd excused himself as soon as his brother had allowed it and disappeared to find somewhere quiet after he'd quietly helped himself to some wine.
So he's sitting in a corner of the ground somewhere, polishing off a jar of wine. Clearly the best plan.
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Jean Kirstein | Attack on Titan | OTA
Ren Jinguji | Uta no Prince-sama | OTA
Nico Moreno | OC | M/F
Grace Callahan | OC | F/M