#// sorry anon this is a sore subject for him

[shiroi---kumo]

Would you ever destroy the world if it means freeing it from Chaos?

Ask my Muse 'would you ever' questions || Accepting

The swordsman grimaces as the words are spoken and he looks to the stranger with a deep frown stitched into his lips. A heavy sadness takes his form, filling his gaze to its brim as he sighs.

"Firstly traveler, I am going to need you to play that sentence over in your head again because it is both disturbing and makes me deeply uncomfortable.

Secondly, please don't dress up such an act to sound more noble than it actually is. It's genocide and I won't allow it to be spoken of as anything less than what it is. It's slaughtering the people of Wonderland for a selfish cause without looking for alternatives or understanding what Chaos actually is and anyone who thinks in such a way is both deranged and twisted. Any act that involves killing innocents is never the answer, much less children, and if you need to phrase in such a way that makes it sound like the person performing the act is in some way a hero or a savior of sorts is also deeply concerning. A murderer is still a murderer no matter what clothes they wear.

Also, even if the people of Wonderland are in an unfortunate situation, myself included - there would be nothing noble about slaughtering them for a cause that most of them aren't even privy to. It's playing God with the lives of the people and deciding what is best for them and forcing them to make a choice that the end result would then be their demise. There is no such thing as "wiping out a civilization for the better good" and anyone who thinks that way needs to set back for a minute and question their morality. Anyone who thinks that way has something fundamentally wrong with them and I'm not willing to stand here and argue about that.

Again, this all makes me deeply uncomfortable. Even more so as someone who was present for the death of both Misterica and Windaria. I've watched two entire worlds die and you ask me something like this? Even the Windarians showed more grace than this when we were locked in war with each other and it seemed the only thing they were capable of doing was trying to kill us.

Thirdly, to imply destroying the world would be somehow saving the world is flawed thinking because it doesn't even come close to the beginnings of understanding what Wonderland even is. While it has become an amalgamation of a multitude of worlds forcibly put together at its core it resides it's original lands and where Chaos originated from.

Chaos is a godly being just as I am, just as Black Wind is and to believe 'destroying the world would destroy Chaos' is nativity at its finest. Chaos is a being of it's own life force. It is neither Soil nor Mist and I have felt this when I have fused my soul to its core in our many battles. I have been one with that beast and I can tell you it is a spirit like none other. It is a being of darkness but not in the way my Other is but instead a feeling of corrupt infection.

Chaos is feeding off the negativity of the living beings of the universe and if you think "destroying the world would free it from Chaos" means you don't understand the problem at all and are looking for a fast solution, which is most likely born of your simplistic nature of looking for a fast solution instead of actually doing the work. Destroying Wonderland would only cause more problems.

Wonderland and Chaos are intertwined at their cores. Wonderland and Chaos exist because the other exists. Chaos can however be pacified because destroying Wonderland would be destroying the fabric of the universe and if you break out a single part of a window then the rest is sure shatter out right along with it. The unwilling sacrifice of Wonderland's inhabitants is not worth destroying the universe all for a rash solution.

I'm not that stupid and neither is Black Wind. Even if I don't always completely agree with the man, neither of us are willing to run a fraction of a chance that the universe would somehow not crumble into nothing at the aspect of losing one of its pillars. Black Wind might be a ruthless man at times but he isn't cruel. He isn't without mercy and he certainly isn't without a brain. Senseless violence is all this would be and neither of us operate on those terms.

I have survived the genocide of my own people and then again of the Windarians and you would ask me if I would do such an act onto another? Of course I wouldn't. Genocide is never the answer and now I seriously need you to stop and rethink that sentence, stranger because you have me worried."

[jtl07]

Prompt: Hickey 💋

anon you’re brilliant with these prompts lol - for this one, let’s go with some kind of modern cafe au 

“Are you mad at Beatrice or something?” 

Ava jumps at the voice behind her, would’ve whacked Hans in the face had it not been for his expertly timed dodge. “What? No - of course not -” 

Hans cuts off her fluster with a raised eyebrow. “Then why have you been glaring at her all morning?” 

“I’m not glaring,” Ava mutters as she goes back to cleaning the already clean counter with her damp towel.

The ‘her’ in question is seated at the table she usually takes by the window, book in hand like always on the weekends. Unlike the weekdays, Beatrice lets herself linger, lets herself loosen: hair pulled back in a bun but not as tight, evidenced by the handful of strands she reaches up to tuck behind her ear every few minutes. The ends of her hair brush the side of her neck where the subject of Ava’s not-glaring sits, red and prominent.  

It had been a surprise to notice the mark when Beatrice had stepped up to the counter to ask for her usual weekend order (a lavender London Fog that Ava had convinced her to try several weeks ago because you deserve to treat yourself, Bea and, to Ava’s giddy delight, Beatrice hasn’t strayed from it since) but it’s not that Ava wasn’t happy for Beatrice, she was! Very happy for her! And proud of her for owning it, not hiding it, not hiding herself. 

Still. 

“I’m sorry to bother,” and Ava jumps a second time, Hans dodging her flying limbs yet again, and turns to find Beatrice at the counter with her beautiful, marred neck. It’s a good neck, Ava thinks; wonders how whoever left the mark had been able to restrain themselves to leaving only one. 

“It’s no bother at all,” Hans answers and Ava realizes she’d completely missed Beatrice’s request. Hans hands Beatrice a glass of water, then - to Ava’s utter horror - gestures towards Beatrice’s neck. “Wild night?” he asks grinning as he casts a not-so-subtle glance at Ava, who very barely keeps from kicking him.

Beatrice blinks, her hand rising up to the side of her neck. “Oh, this?” She laughs, wry, and screw kicking Hans in the shins, Ava’s going to strangle him because the last thing she wants is to hear this, to hear about someone else’s hands on Beatrice, someone else’s mouth - 

“We were training gi chokes at BJJ yesterday,” Beatrice explains, her eyes flitting from Hans to Ava. “My partner needed a bit of extra practice.” 

Ava blinks. “So it’s a gi hickey?” she blurts out before she realizes her mouth has opened. 

A laugh surprises its way past Beatrice’s lips. “I suppose,” she says. Frowns. “It’s not … inappropriate is it? I’m afraid I don’t have much, well, any experience with hickeys in general -” 

“No, it’s great,” Ava says, stepping closer to reassure - only to bump into the edge of the counter. “It looks good on you. You should get more.” Winces, at her words words and the sore spot at her ribs. 

Beatrice blushes, but to Ava’s surprise, she doesn’t back down. Doesn't look away - instead, eyes her ever closer. “Is -” Ava watches a flash of pink licks across Beatrice's bottom lip “- Are you offering?”

Ava’s jaw goes slack and her mind goes blank for who knows how long - she recovers only by the sound of Hans’ snort behind her (she throws the damp towel on the counter behind her without looking and hears the satisfying slap and muffled gasp when it lands on Hans’ face). “I mean, I’d take you out to dinner first.” 

Beatrice nods fervently, somehow even redder than before. The blush climbs up her neck, the mark there blending in, as if washed away.

Ava grins. She’ll give her a real one soon enough. 

[penvisions]

wish i never met you {a garnish one shot}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Fear of rejection and messing up so beyond comprehension makes you regret crossing the professional line and getting to know Joel as you do now.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: canon typical language, joel thinks he's the one in charge but we all know it's really reader, religious contemplation, mentions of past trauma, mentions of bad family dynamics, smoking, consumption of alcohol, menstruation, talk of menstruation, blood, cramps, muscle soreness, unorthodox pregnancy announcement, reader is a hot mess, allusions to adult content, allusions to smut, mentions of past p in v, might need to add more if i missed anything!

A/N: wrote this as part of a fun, silly fic title prompt game submission from a sweet anon. it totally inspired an angsty din piece at first that i have in my drafts but then these two slammed into my brain and hijacked the idea. i just love them, your honor. i have so much love for them. NOW I KNOW THIS SUBJECT MATTER ISN'T FOR EVERYONE, I REALLY DEBATED POSTING THIS OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS BC I KNOW IT'S NOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEA but i feel like this is a good trajectory for these two, truly. i'm so sorry if anyone disagrees with the direction i took this in and i hopei t doesn't take away from the original series for y'all

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“No, fuck off.” Was the quick response to a wide palm caressing over your back. You were hunched over your crossed legs on the couch, aware of how bad the position was for your posture. But it was the only way to find any relief on your aching back. You had thought it was cramps at first, really, but then you realized all the symptoms of your monthly cycle fell in line with something else when the bleeding never started.

“Excuse me, darlin’? You sure you wanna use that language with me?” Joel’s deep voice was tinged with an edge, giving you the chance to retract your expletives. You were never so outright with your denial, never wanting to deny the man a few feet away. But the way in which you had expressed it to an obviously exhausted Joel was maybe too bold for the late hour. But you didn’t take it, instead repeating yourself.

“Kindly, fuck off. Don’t touch me.” You pulled away from him, hunching lower under his hand to break the contact.

“That’s not much better, ya know.” Joel’s hands shifted to his waist, a thick brow raised as he took in the sight of you nearly balled up, the faint light of the screen lighting up your face as you ignored him.

A harsh contraction of your muscles had you groaning out, “I wish I never met you.”

“C’mon now, you don’t mean that.” Joel huffed, trying to keep his calm, but you knew it was hard for him even if you really didn’t feel all that good. You never took your pain or frustration out on him like this, it was always soft murmurs of ‘hold me’ or ‘can I borrow your warmth’. Never the way you were reacting now.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into y-“ His mouth snapped shut, eyes focusing on the screen. On the words you had typed into the search engine. Normally he would tease you over the typos, your fingers not working as quick as you mind for all the grace and focus you normally had to expertly wield a sharp knife.

 Your heart thumped at the sudden silence. The fizzling tension that had filled the room.

“Don’t!” You gasped out, slamming the laptop closed and shielding the device with your body completely.

“Darlin’…” You swore you could hear the cogs turning in his head. Thinking back on the depraved as desperate way you had been seeking him out when he returned home from a late shift at the restaurant even despite the haze of sleep, in the mornings before you had to peel yourself away to go to campus, the photos you had brazenly sent him without warning that had him shielding or turning his phone over throughout the day. Thinking back on the way you had been inhaling food at any occasion, none of your normal contemplation or silence after what you considered a binge. Thinking back on the way you had begun to complain of your work clothing feeling wrong and too tight on your aching body as you dressed in the morning.

When he moved to sit on the other side of the couch, far too close for comfort, you shied away and pressed your back into the arm on your end.

“Not gonna touch ya, you have my word.” He raised his hands placatingly, his expression so soft that the tears burst from you without warning.

“You do-don’t wanna touch me. Not anymo-more.” Hiccups jolted your body, making the skin you were already uncomfortable in tingle. “I ruined ev-everything.”

He regarded you with a small frown, his plush lips pulled down as he clasped his hands together in his lap. Just as he opened his mouth to speak the words flew from you.

“I remember what you said, on the line.” You narrowed your eyes at him as they echoed in your head.

‘It had been a slow day, prep and cleaning taking over most of the evening shift. It had been back before you had taken on a role in the kitchen. Sneaking fries from the bowl of them on the expo line. They hadn’t been hot or even salted, but they were better than snacking on the fruity garnishes at the bar.

He had been passing the time with who you hadn’t known at the time was his brother, Tommy. Who had driven into the city to help take a look at the empty lot beside the restaurant, both of them contemplating the construction of a patio. But they had ended up in the kitchen, hunger too strong a call.

While Joel was on the line, Tommy was beside you, sneaking fries with a wink in your direction. But you ignored him, focused on looking through the catalogue of one of your vendors. Trying to make a seasonal menu. But your ears caught the harsh grunt of the man your eyes trailed over in the midst of busy nights.

“Wouldn’t do it, no.”

“C’mon, you seriously tellin’ me you wouldn’t baby sit for me if I were to gift you with a niece or nephew.”

“No, ‘m too old. Hire a babysitter.”

“You’re full of it ‘n you know it.”

“Brother, a baby is a lot of work. Now, your baby? Even more so.” Joel leveled his brother with a look that silenced any other argument on the matter.’

The moment he realized what you were talking about, his brows flew up into his hairline and he breathed out a hearty chuckle.

“Darlin’, I was just givin’ him a hard time. You gotta know that.”

“I didn’t know you.” You stood up from the couch, body protesting the movement. Cupping a hand over your mouth, you breathed harshly as you tried to tamp down a bout of nausea. “And now that I do, I’m gonna have to consider literally everything on my own and I’m gonna hate how much it hurts to not know you any longer. I wish I-“

“No,” He sighed, brow furrowing before he pinned you with a serious expression. “You do know me now and I wouldn’t turn my back on you, on this. I’m in it, pretty girl, no matter what you decide to do.”

When you whipped away from him, shuddering breaths wracking your sore body, the crack of your voice on a sob spurred him into motion. His arms came around you slowly, giving you the chance to retreat if it wasn’t something you wanted. But you let him, the feel of his chest warm and soothing on your aching back. The push of his soft stomach comforting. His chin hooked over a shoulder, and he spoke in such a somber tone.

“Darlin’, I always thought I was too old to do this again. But I haven’t crossed fifty quite yet and the thought of you carrying my child, of loving me and my child. God, I would give anything for it to be our future. To see you blossom into yourself more, to show our baby the same devotion you give to everything in your life, you deserve somewhere to put all your love.”

One of his hands moved over the one you had on your middle. Holding you so secure, holding you both so secure.

“Joel…it’s a lot. It’s….we’re not even-“ You turned in his arms, facing him. His beautiful, open expression so full of love and adoration, all of it for you. Your heart melted in your chest, dripping low to flutter in your stomach. You weren’t even overtly religious, left over from the trauma of your childhood. Of being forced to attend mass and important holidays alongside your grandparents. The denial of your father never urging you to seek out a higher power in replacement. But the thought of technically being single and going through something like this. It made you afraid.

“There’s a ring in my sock drawer. Got it the day of our first do over date. ‘s why I was so close to the campus. It’s yours. I’m yours. This could be yours. But only if you want it.” Joel’s forehead lightly thumped against yours as he pressed in close. His breath a warm wash over your face, smelling faintly of cigarette smoke.

Looking between each of his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitancy from him it was quiet. When you didn’t find any, you felt a smile pull at your lips as you nodded your head in affirmation. Wet laughter bubbling up as his lips pressed to yours, a smile of his own for you to feel on them.

“But I still expect you to propose, can’t skip any steps with me. I know you think you’re hot shit with being crowned the city’s most prolific chef of the year but I swear to-“

He cut you off with another kiss, his moustache ticking your upper lip as he nipped at your bottom one.

“I don’t wanna miss any steps with ya, darlin’. I’m here for ‘em all.”

It was hard to ignore the stirring of other feelings in your body, drowning out the aches and pains. But when realization hit you, you pulled back with wide eyes.

“We’re gonna have to stop drinking and smoking!”

“We?”

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[anjelicawrites]

Serving in his true place

Summary: one lovely anon asked for a continuation to His True Place, with a focus on Aemond's possessiveness and breeding kink. And here we are, I hope you like it nonnie!!!

Pairing: dark!alpha!Aemond Targaryen x omega!Aegon II Targaryen.

Warnings: Alpha!Aemond, Omega!Aegon, dub con/non con (Aegon is a basement wife, basically), mpreg, unhealthy relationship, dark!Aemond, abusive!Aemond, possessiveness, knotting, breeding kink, lactation kink, fingering, Aegon gets called 'A good cocksucker' misogyny, reference to murder, mirror sex, cockwarming, tokophobia (fear of giving birth).

Previous part here!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Aegon caresses his growing belly. He's sitting by the fire, almost dozing off as he waits for his brother, his alpha, to join him.

His alpha! The omega in him preens every time the thought of, finally, belong to such a strong alpha like Aemond, while the man, the, once, free man, frowns, his heart torn between what his own flesh and blood did to him, and the life growing in his belly.

He's grown fair large in the past few weeks, the Maester that monitors the pregnancy can't say if it's one, big, baby, or a litter of pups. Aegon has tried feel around with his hands, mostly when he felt the kicking, to no avail: he shall find out on the birthing bed.

He stands up as abruptly as the big belly lets him, anxiety curling its nasty fist around his stomach: how did Helaena manage? He wasn't present during the birth, he was drinking himself into a stupor, fearing he had to decide to have her belly cut open, if the need ever arose.

At least she had their mother by her side.

A lonely tear tumbles down his cheek at the thought of Alicent whom he hasn't seen for months. Aegon doesn't know if she refuses to meet him, her heart full of contempt for what her older son has become, or if it's Aemond possessive nature that keeps her away.

Aegon had always believed than Aemond, for being an alpha, was quite restrained in his deeper urges to own and protect, to attack the enemy and chase them until he could taste blood, now he's not so sure. Aegon understands that, now, Aemond's alpha nature drives him to protect his pregnant omega and unborn offspring, amidst a war, but he had imprisoned him in his omega role even before Aegon had fallen pregnant. He was still free to roam the Red Keep, but always under Aemond's watchful eye and was never to leave the castle. He couldn't go to Flea Bottom or ride Sunfyre on his own. He couldn't oppose him during the Small Council, or he would pay the consequences later. Was he protecting him back then, or making sure Aegon's world became smaller and smaller with every passing day?

Aegon yearns for his freedom and fears what Aemond would do to punish him, if he ever tried to flee again; his body shudders at the memory of the brutal fucking he was subjected to for the whole night, how he hadn't lost the pregnancy is still a mystery to him.

Like an afterthought his hand caresses his belly: all his life he had despised that he couldn't live, freely, as a omega, that his gender and role deprived him of what he truly wanted.

The alpha was good to us, the omega in him says, he said he was sorry and has given us this beautiful nest.

Aegon can't deny that. After that 'accident', Aemond had never lifted his hand in anger at him again, he didn't bed Aegon for over a week, making sure he wasn't sore anymore, and that his anger hadn't hurt the pup. Even amidst the war, he had bought him soft pillows and blankets, rich fabrics and clothes Aegon could use to tun his chambers, their chambers, into the perfect nest.

But Aemond kept the keys, and Aegon had spent days banging at the walls, desperate to find a way out; even now he yearns for the sun and fresh air.

Aegon knows it's Aemond protective nature winning, and the fact that no one must ever know Aegon's true presentation, or their cause would lose all support immediately, that had moved Aemond's hand. Aegon is well aware that his alpha wakes up in the middle of the night, from nightmares and manages to fall back asleep after having made sure Aegon is still safe, by his side. He is not blind and deaf to the immense pressure Aemond has to face at Court and on the battlefield, that Aemond is still keeping it together astounds Aegon who knows, would have probably drunken himself into a stupor to manage.

Aegon understands he should be content not to have to play king anymore, he does! He spends hours simply feeling the pup growing inside of him, imagining how they will look like, how they will grow up alongside their dragon: one day him and Sunfyre will take to the skies with the child, to teach them how to ride their dragon. It's just the way it all started, he tells himself, it's just that, and how things are going now, isn't it? If only he could have gotten this, without the rest, that's the issue, the only problem there is, right?

Aemond is a considerate alpha, he thinks, who doesn't shy away from the ravenous sexual hunger that possess Aegon almost every waking hour. He loves Aegon's changing body, kisses his tummy with reverence and spends hours sucking on his tits, promising he would drain them of milk, before the pup is born. When he's rooted inside of him, he kisses the mating scar and tells Aegon his belly will never be empty, that he will make sure a new litter will grow as soon the old is out, and the omega in Aegon preens with happiness.

Aemond hungers for his brother, whom he wakes with his long fingers in his wet hole almost daily, whom he praises for being always needy and ready for his cock and knot, whom drains his stones until Aemond can't give him anymore of his alpha seed. The only thing that Aemond hates is that they can't fuck face to face, not with such a big belly in the way, but Aemond is a man brimming with ideas, who has servants put a huge mirror right in front their bed, so he can see Aegon's blessed out face when he fucks him doggy or laying behind him, also he can look at his tummy, so round and tented, when he has his brother cockwarm him after a long day at Court.

Aemond doesn't care about his omega servicing him with his mouth, even though Aegon is a skilled cock sucker, all he wants is open his breeches, sit down in front of the mirror, and slowly impale his whiny brother on his aching cock, until he's bottomed out and Aegon looks already ruined; only then he undoes the laces of the big shirt he wears, to free his torso and start caress his belly and play with his tits, basking in the sounds of want Aegon makes. He's his mate but Aemond can't stop repeating to himself how much of a whore for his cock his omega is. He'd do anything to be filled and taken and, if the Gods were truly merciful, they would have made Aemond firstborn, so that he could have taken Aegon as his spouse (which he will do as soon as the war ends). The Lords and Ladies, the Maesters, they all would all be horrified, but who would have the courage to tell the man who rides the biggest dragon in the known world, that he can't marry another man? Aegon isn't a man, after all, he's an omega, more akin to women than anything else: like them his place is near the fire, ready to take care of his alpha, to accept his knot and birth him healthy pups that will bring forth their line. Women and omegas alike aren't made for anything else, even alpha females should know their place, which is. a step behind their spouse. He can see that in the way Aegon used to act, and how content he is now, that he only has to think about the pup or, Aemond hopes, pups growing inside of him: he was so unhappy when he had to pretended to be an alpha, how inept he was at the role that Aemond still can't understand how he wasn't discovered immediately. Now that his only concern is when Aemond will come back to fill his hungry hole with his cock, Aegon looks relieved.

For sure there had been that little 'accident', but that's all forgotten after Aemond had punished him thoroughly. At the thought of the sweet sounds of pain and despair Aegon had made while he was being brutally fucked, Aemond's breeches tighten with want: he can't wait to have him like that again, to fuck him until Aegon begs to stop, that's too much, that it hurts, only to push his face in the pillows and keep going until the sun rises, and Aemond is sure Aegon is pregnant again.

Aemond is a literate man, who has risen over his baser alpha instincts, yet he can't put into words how much Aegon's pregnant body entices him, how control slips from his fingers at the sight of his brother: even after a long day, he needs him, needs to be planted inside of him.

Tonight is no different.

Aemond is back, after discussing and making plans, he's nursing a nasty headache that seems to expand from his damaged side all around his head; all he should be wanting is to fall asleep, yet, when he sees Aegon already in bed, as curled up on his side as his big belly lets him, everything is forgotten but the erection growing in his breeches and the cinnamon smell of Aegon. Hastily Aemond undresses and slides under the covers to place his body flush against his omega's warm one, his right hand possessive on his tummy, his cock straining for Aegon's wet hole.

Half asleep Aegon says his name, not surprised by his alpha's carnal needs: earlier in the morning he has been awoken by Aemond's fingers in his wet hole and has been fucked until his alpha had to leave him for Court duties.

"Beg me for it." Aemond commands in his ear, curling his fingers cruelly in Aegon's tight hole. "Please." His voice is sleepy and cracks with need. "Please fuck me alpha? Please I need it so bad!"

He's not lying, as soon as he has smelt Aemond's scent, that underlying want he had been feeling for the whole day has turned into a raging inferno in his loins.

Aemond makes him beg and whine as he slides his erection against Aegon's hole, wetting it using his honey, until his bulbous head had forced its way inside Aegon's hole.

"Always so fucking tight for me. I can fuck you daily and it always feels like the first time." He groans, making the omega inside of Aegon blush.

It's not his fault that the added pressure of his pregnant belly makes his body so difficult to breach, not that Aemond cares. He grabs his leg to open him up and starts to move, slowly, leisurely, feeling every ridge of Aegon's hole around his impossibly hard cock.

"I can't wait to suck on your milk, omega, relive the pressure after the pup is fed and asleep. You will make so much for us, will you not?"

Aegon can't respond, his brain already in the gutter the second Aemond had started moving, slowly, aiming at dangling him over the precipice for as long as possible, opening him to his ownership once again: he wants his knot, wants to be stretched to the brim to accommodate him and fall asleep like that, full and buzzing with pleasure.

"I can't wait to knock you up again. I will have to fuck you constantly, will I not? Fill your tight little hole with my cum again and again and then knot you to make sure it takes. We'll have to wait though, until that cunt is dead, then I will have you everywhere. You'll sit on my knot during Council, silent and full. I will fuck you on the Iron Throne before hearings and let you play pretend to be king with my seed leaking down you legs or, perhaps, I will use one of your toys to make sure none of it gets wasted." "Yes! Yes!" "Everyone will see that you carry my youngs. Many alphas will try to woo you, and I will cut their head off and then fuck you next to their bodies. Would you like that, show to the world that you carry my blood line? That's me who has fucked another pup inside of you?"

Aemond is delirious with pleasure now, in his fantasies he's already knocking his omega up, his womb is absorbing his seed to make sure it grows, his tits are already leaking with the milk he will have to suck as he fucks another baby in Aegon's belly.

Aegon's body crashes in Aemond's hold, the orgasm flatlines his brain, the vise of his hole so tight the alpha can barely fit his big knot, before shooting his thick load in. Still hungry, Aemond keeps grinding against Aegon's spent body as he falls asleep, tired and full; slowly his hand massages one enlarged tit, playing with the dark nipple, until a tear of milk appears. Ravenous Aemond brings it to his mouth, humming at the sweet taste: he has to end this war soon, so that he can drag his omega with him everywhere, to sate his hunger, as he should.

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[justabigassnerd]

I've Got You

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 2,751

Warnings - self-harm, bullying, cancer mentions, angst, Goose mentions, mentions of death

Summary - at a low point in your life, your dad is there to help you through it

A/N - hey y'all sorry it's been a while since the last fic I've just been busy. this was an anon request and I hope I did it justice. I did do some research and I tried my best to approach this subject in a way that would be acceptable and I'm so sorry if it's not bc it was not my intention at all. as per y'all, please send requests, feedback and enjoy

Growing up, you were an outgoing and confident person. You’d be the first person to extend a hand to make new friends at school and try to make sure people were happy. Parents of your fellow pupils, when you were in preschool, had gushed to your dad about how confident and comfortable you were as a young girl when they noticed you give your dad a quick hug and disappear into the classroom while every other child clung to their parents, begging to stay with them.

However, in your final year of high school, people began to change.

Over time, girls in your grade at high school began to turn on you, listening to the whispered words of the queen bee and her gaggle of followers and you became isolated. You tried everything and anything to get someone, anyone to talk to you but everyone turned away from you. You refused to let anyone see that they were getting to you. You were a Mitchell. Mitchells are tough and you knew your dad wouldn’t want you getting upset over something so trivial. You tried to remain tough, but your defences came crumbling down when you reached the security of your bedroom. Your only friend was Bradley, but he was a year older than you, at college, and incredibly pissed off at your dad so it was near impossible to communicate with him. You were sure he hated you too for your dad pulling his papers and you couldn’t blame him. He had every right to be mad.

As the noises and voices in your head grew louder, you started searching for ways to quiet them down, even for just a moment. You tried and failed multiple different ways to keep yourself calm and level. You couldn’t talk to your dad, he was in the middle of dealing with your Uncle Ice’s cancer scare, both men waiting with bated breath for the test results to come back. So, with all his focus on Iceman, you faded into the background, the noise in your head almost unbearable at this point.

One evening, after your shower you caught a glimpse of your razor sitting snuggly inside your shower caddy, gleaming against the bright light of the bathroom as you stared at it. You tried distracting yourself, splashing your face with cold water before changing into your pyjamas but the object continued to call out to you making you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to banish the thoughts from your head until they became too much.

Over the coming days, the bathroom and your razor became your escape, the only way for you to temporarily forget what you had been through during the day. Maverick had noticed that you’d been pulling away slightly and had asked if everything was okay, but you were quick to tell him that you were just busy with school work and didn’t really have time to hang out with people while you prepped for your exams. That weekend, Iceman had invited you and your dad around for a barbecue in his garden since it was almost summer, and the San Diego weather was exceptionally gorgeous.

“Have you noticed that y/n wears a lot of hoodies lately?” The hoarse voice of Iceman cuts through to Maverick who had been staring intently at his beer bottle. Maverick winced at his wingman’s voice, sore from the constant coughing fits that attacked the pilot. Maverick glanced across the garden to where you were sat with Iceman’s wife Sarah and a friend of hers, remaining silent as the two women chatted. He then briefly glanced up at the sky, unsurprised to see no clouds in the sky which made him realise how out of place you looked sat next to Sarah and her friend in an oversized hoodie while the two women were in sundresses.

“I also feel like I haven’t seen her much recently either.” Maverick thinks aloud, glancing over at Iceman who sips on a glass of water.

“You should talk to her, Mav. Maybe she needs her dad and just doesn’t know it yet.” Iceman says as he and Maverick watch you carefully, both men realising your smile seemed forced and didn’t meet your eyes in the same way it used to. You used to love spending time at the Kazansky household, usually sticking with Iceman and chatting with him while simultaneously teasing your dad. Iceman figured you chose to sit with Sarah because he’d figure out something wasn’t right too quickly. He was good at reading people, and it was something he had relied on a lot in his lifetime. In taking a step back and just observing, Maverick was able to pinpoint behaviours he’d never seen from you before and could feel the worry tightening his chest with each passing second.

“Mav. Breathe. It’ll be okay. Just, make her feel safe and loved like I know you do.” Iceman urges gently, resting a friendly hand on Maverick’s shoulder and squeezing it softly, fighting the hoarseness of his voice to comfort his wingman. Maverick nods lightly, putting his beer bottle down before crossing over to where you were sitting.

“Come on squirt, let’s head home. We’ve bothered these fine people enough.” Maverick says, throwing a teasing wink in Sarah’s direction who laughs and rolls her eyes.

“You mean you’ve bothered Tom too much. y/n has been an angel like usual.” Sarah says as you get up bidding the two women goodbye with a soft voice and a small smile before crossing the garden to Iceman and hugging him quickly.

“Bye Uncle Ice.” You whisper, pulling away almost as quick as you initiated the hug, barely giving him time to reciprocate.

“Goodbye, y/n/n.” Iceman says, a small smile on his face yet it couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes at how fast you pulled away from the embrace. Maverick muttered a goodbye to Iceman, giving him a hug and clap on the back before exiting the Kazansky household. You climb onto the back of your dad’s motorbike and wrap your arms around his waist loosely.

“Hey, tight grip kid I can’t risk you falling off.” Maverick says, taking your wrist softly to pull your arm further around him but stopping instantly when he felt you flinch and lets go.

“I got it.” You mumble, tightening your grip around his waist as he flips the kickstand up and begins the journey home. When he pulls into the drive, he turns the engine off and kicks the kickstand back down as you climb off the back of the motorbike. You wait at the front door for Maverick to unlock the door since he was the only one out of the two of you to bring the house keys with you. The second the door is opened, you make a beeline towards the stairs, but Maverick is quick to call you back, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face him as he closes and locks the door behind him.

“Can we speak in the living room, please?” Maverick asks gently, waiting patiently for you to nod lightly and head into the living room with Maverick following behind. Both of you sit on the sofa, a small space separating the two of you.

“Is everything okay, dad?” You ask quietly, worried you were about to receive some bad news.

“That’s actually what I wanted to ask you. I haven’t seen you much recently, and I’ve noticed you wear hoodies a lot more than you used to, especially in this weather when everyone else is in t-shirts.” Maverick asks, making you immediately avert eye contact, focusing on your hands as you instantly start fiddling with your hoodie toggles.

“I mean, you’re the kind of guy to wear a jacket in the middle of summer. I don’t think you’re in much of a position to judge, are you?” You ask weakly, a feeble attempt at a chuckle escaping your lips.

“Yeah, I was asking for that one. But I am worried about you, sweetheart. You’ve locked yourself away and I just want to help. You can tell me anything, you know that don’t you?” Maverick says softly, his eyes filled with worry as he watches you carefully. You pressed your lips shut, not wanting to tell your dad what was going on with you when he already had enough on his plate with Iceman’s possible cancer, Carole passing away recently and Bradley cutting off all contact.

“I’m fine dad, just stressed about school.” You say, plastering a smile on your face to convince your dad that you’re okay.

“Sweetheart. This is a safe space; you can tell me whatever is upsetting you. I know it’s not school because you would’ve gone to Ice about it. He’s always helped you with school work.” Maverick says, his voice never raising or showing any more than his genuine concern.

“I know Uncle Ice is dealing with a lot right now. Waiting for his test results must be terrifying and I didn’t want to bother him.” You say, grabbing at the first excuse that came into your head.

“We both know Ice prefers to be busy and doing stuff when he’s awaiting big news, regardless of whether it’s good or bad news. He would’ve loved to help you with your work. Please tell me what’s wrong, y/n.” Maverick urges softly, his worry reaching an all-time high as you briefly glance at him.

“You’ll hate me.” You whisper, your voice cracking as some tears make their way out of their ducts.

“y/n, I promise you, there is nothing you could say to me right now that would make me hate you.” Maverick says, watching you carefully as you think over his words, taking a deep breath before you speak.

“Recently, a lot of girls at school started picking on me. At first, it was manageable, just whispers in the hallways but they started spreading rumours and I lost all my friends. I felt so alone, no one likes me at school anymore. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. I just hate it so much.” You say, a tear rolling down your cheek as you speak. Maverick reaches out for your hand, pausing when your hand twitches away from his.

“Is there more?” Maverick questions quietly, warning signs flashing in his head at your behaviour, remembering how you reacted on the motorbike as well.

“I started… hurting myself. The noises were just so loud in my head that it was the only way to make it quiet even if it was just for a moment. I just wanted the noise to stop.” You say, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks as your dad wastes no time pulling you into a hug, a hand running up and down your back as he presses repeated kisses to the top of your head.

“Oh y/n/n. I’ve got you.” He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened to fall at your confession.

“I’m sorry, dad. Please don’t hate me.” You say through your tears, clinging to your dad as he shakes his head against the top of your head.

“You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart. I couldn’t hate you for this. I’m the one who didn’t notice you were struggling.” Maverick says gently, yet firmly as he squeezes you just that little bit tighter.

“You were busy with so much. I didn’t want to bother you. I just wanted the noise to stop.” You whimper, burying your face in your dad’s chest as Maverick let the tears fall, gently cradling your head to his chest.

“Please don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me. Not about something like that. I love you so, so, so much and I hate that you went through this alone because I wasn’t paying attention to you. I should’ve done better.” Maverick says, his voice breaking as he spoke, giving away to you that he was crying which made you cry harder. You made your dad, the strongest person you know, your hero, cry.

“It wasn’t your fault dad. You’ve been dealing with so much.” You say, reaching up to wipe at your eyes with your hoodie sleeve.

“But I could’ve lost you.” Maverick whispers, every worst-case scenario now flashing through his head.

“I didn’t want to die. I just wanted something to stop everything going on in my head. I swear.” You say urgently, not wanting your dad to think the worst, although you were sure it was too late as you looked up at his face. He remains silent for a moment before speaking.

“I know how that feels.” He says, keeping you in his embrace as you pull away slightly to look up at him.

“You do?” You question softly, unable to imagine your dad in such a state.

“You were only little when Goose died. But when he did, I practically shut down. I stopped training for a while, and I could not stop thinking about how I could’ve, how I should’ve been better for him. I thought about hurting myself then. Just to shut the voices up.” Maverick says, lifting a hand to swipe your tears away.

“How were you strong enough to not hurt yourself?” You ask, you were sure you tried everything you could’ve done to not get to that stage, yet you still did.

“Viper sent me to therapy after the accident. I didn’t think it would work at first but once they got me to open up, it helped a lot more than I could’ve ever thought. Maybe, if you want, we’ll look into finding a therapist for you, to help you through this. You’re not alone, y/n. Not while you have me, Ice, Slider, and the others.” Maverick says, running a hand through your hair. You lift your hand to swipe away at any excess tears Maverick missed and your hoodie sleeve slipped down an inch, exposing part of a scar and Maverick was quick to look away. You hadn’t chosen to show your scars and so he wasn’t going to impose anything on you unless you made the decision. After wiping your tears, you gingerly lift a hand and wipe at Maverick’s face, making a soft smile appear on his face.

“Thank you for being here for me dad.” You say quietly, making Maverick nod.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. It’s my job. I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything, no matter what’s going on with me. You can always come to me for help.” Maverick says, his gaze never leaving you as he speaks, making you nod in understanding.

“I know dad.” You whisper before a small yawn slips past your lips, it was then that Maverick had noticed that the sun was almost gone, and night had fallen.

“Let’s get to bed, it’s been a long evening. We’ll talk more in the morning.” Maverick says, getting to his feet and waiting for you before the two of you head upstairs. You enter your room while Maverick enters his, both of you getting ready for bed before Maverick knocks on your bedroom door, asking for permission to enter. He finds you already curled up under your covers and as he bends down to bid you goodnight, you speak up.

“Stay. Please.” You whisper, watching as your dad nods and you quickly move over to make room for your dad. Once he’s settled next to you, you curl into his side, allowing him to wrap an arm around you and allowing your eyes to slip closed.

“I love you dad.” You whisper in the darkness.

“I love you too, y/n.” Maverick replies, beginning the action of running his hand up and down your back which lulls you to sleep almost instantly, the final thought running through your head being how grateful you were for your dad, and how much you loved him.

Maverick watched you sleep for a moment, listening to your soft breaths as he continued to run his hand up and down your back. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much you went through without him knowing. But as his eyes slipped closed for the night, he swore that he was going to do better by you, and he was going to make sure you never felt alone again. Because no one deserves to go through that.

[articdelilah]

Hellooo I love the teen mc concept so I'm wondering if you could do it also with Leon's faction? Thank youu

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic!Ikemen Princes x Teen!Reader

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for requesting💞 Your wish is my command! Sorry for the wait!! (I know nothing about Leon so I’m sorry if he’s OOC)

Domestic Affairs Faction

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Leon tried to argue with Sariel about his choice. This girl has school and friends and life to live! It would be horrid to put such a hard task on such young shoulders. Sariel of course did not wield with Leon’s request of changing the Belle.

By her side from day 1. He showed how the factions work and what they do, their aim and motives.

After the very hard first day with Leon, they go into town to get ice cream! Or steak. Whichever one Belle is feeling after such a day.

Leon is consistently looking out for her, making sure Chevalier doesn’t say anything too honest or hurtful. If he tries, he’ll be shut down by Leon almost immediately with furrowed brows.

Very protective but not in an overbearing way. Definitely not as subtle as the other Princes. When Belle asks to let her dual with him, he thinks about it but decides against it. He promised her that once she reads all the books Sariel assigned, then he’ll dual her fair and square. Motivation!

Belle liked to observe the man work. She sat with him, asking him questions about the different subjects and affairs that are happening in Rhodolite. She asked about Obsidian but Leon tried to avoid the topic.

Obsidian wasn’t a big threat currently and perhaps it’d be better if Sariel told her? No that would be the worst case scenario.

Leon explains Obsidian’s land, why they want to invade and their current status of threat. Belle said she’d ask Chevalier about it as well, but Leon only made a sour face.

A sudden clang of two silvery swords frightened the birds which were resting in the nearby oak tree; the birds of brown feathers sore into the clear sky as a result. The air wasn’t thick with bloodlust or hatred however instead filled with adrenaline and determination. Belle had begged Leon for them to dual for as long as she could remember, doing everything in her power to get him to agree. Sparks flew in all directions as the two continued their dual, brows creased on the young Belle’s face making Leon smile. He was so proud of her, being able to read all those books in a couple of days sure is an accomplishment. In the midst of thought, Leon was abruptly pulled away from his thoughts as a cool sharp point nudged his neck. His eyes widened as he realised he let his guard down. Despite this he couldn’t help but laugh at the distaste on Belle face “Stop going easy on me! Come on! Fight me for real!”.

“I’m trying”

Jin laughed with Clavis when he met Belle. He simply loved her already!

For the first week of Belle’s stay, he always made sure she had flowers and a few lollipops in her bedroom. Everyone needs snacks right! The flowers were simply never the same colour however. On Monday the roses were red, Tuesday they were pink.

His great hand coming down to ruffle her hair and laugh when she told Jin about her worries. After all, how can you be worried with Jin by your side? If there was anything Jin could help with, you bet he did help.

Is studying alone hard? No worries. Jin is right there to help! Want a break? Jin’ll take her to town for some food!

Belle had been working hard and Jin knew that. He wanted to take some of weight off her shoulders by making her life at the palace a little easier by doing small gestures like bringing her the heavy leather bound books Sariel assigned Belle to read back to her room.

Once Jin came back to find the new Belle alone in the drawing room. He peaked his head in and noticed that she wasn’t reading any heavy leather bound book but rather staring intensely at a fashion magazine for teen nobility.

He knocked on the door to get her attention, asking the girl what she was looking at. Belle watched him next to her as she hesitantly showed him the dress she had been looking at. Her gaze averting to the rug on the floor. Jin agreeing it would look lovely on her.

Lollipops and summer nights on the balcony>>> Late night walks around the town + the palace are very common.

He introduces Belle to his favourite tavern and shows her the nightlife of Rhodolite (without the bad stuff ofc)!

Jin usually brings her to make fun of the drunks with him, dine and chat loudly about anything that really came to mind.

The 1st Prince of Rhodlite leaned on the pastel pink wall of the newest clothing store, waiting for the new Belle to finish getting changing. The whole place was filled with dresses and suits for young nobility, making it the biggest trend in the higher classes. The clothes were imported from Jade and Benodite. Jin had popped a lollipop in his mouth a few moments prior as he hummed a little song under his breath. Belle let out a little squeak in the changing room, making Jin smirk and hurry her out of the rather large stall. Her hand slowly peaked in the corner of the fabric of the curtain, pulling slowly on it to reveal herself in the same dress she was looking at in the magazine. Belle gave the 1st Prince the largest smile and spun and twirled; The dress was light green and white, adorn with lace and pearls. This particular dress was exported from Jade and it reached her knees with a large bow at the back. “Stunning Belle! But not quite finished yet” He wagged a finger and the [H/C] haired girl skipped over. Jin’s hand held a green bow that matched the dress with pearls, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear before playing the bow in place.

“Thank you Jin! You’re the best!”

Yves was speechless at the news of Belle being a teenager. After all, being Belle is such a big responsibility! Can a teenager really handle it?

Yves takes on the new Belle under his wing, giving her a little [F/C] diary to write her notes in. She cannot forget anything of course.

Is afraid to let her out of his sight for longer than 2 hours.

He was so surprised how Belle treated him, especially that a lot of people were taught young about his bloodline. Belle however was still kind and caring despite everything she had heard in town. Yves asked her about this one day, the girl spoke that “Unless I’ve met the person, I would never claim they are evil just because of the blood that flows through their veins”

Yves has very strict with Belle, but he always made it up to her by baking her cookies or cake. Tea parties are also quite common, BUT ONLY TO TEACH BELLE TABLE MANNERS no other reason

Make overs with Yves are simply a must! Yves teaches Belle how to do her hair in complex hairstyles, the basics of colour meaning and styles of clothes worn on different occasions. Fashion is just as important as politics in the noble world after all!

Eventually Belle asked Yves if he would show her how to bake and Yves couldn’t hold the prideful smile that lit his face, he of course agreed! It was only because it was his duty as Prince however 👀

The palace was cold, silence and darkness submerging every corner it could greedily claim as its own. Despite the harsh snow outside, the kitchen was filled with warm light and cheery laughter of a Prince and a young girl. The fire crackled as the two sat on plush pillows, giggling as they engulfed in quiet chitchat. On the wooden floor lay plates of chewy cookies and sweet colourful macaroons. Belle held a plate with peach pie, struggling to hold it still as she fell into a fit of giggles once more. “That’s not even that funny!” Yves tried to pout but failed miserably as seeing Belle smiling so hard made his heart swell with pride. Sure Clavis’ prank with the cardboard cat was definitely not fun to experience, but maybe perhaps it was worth falling into Clavis’ potholes just to hear Belle’s laughter.

He was distant. Just like Chevie, he found the thing ridiculous and shook his head disapprovingly when told.

With the help of Yves and Sariel however, Belle got a chance to spend more and more time with Licht.

He tried to be rude, but Belle never took it to heart. Perhaps she knew from the start how kind he actually was. Either way, Belle being persistent was both a blessing yet curse.

Soon she became his companion. She was obviously worried about him which gave Licht motivation to be better. He never wanted her to worry about him.

Despite this Licht usually keeps his distance from her, making sure she is safe from afar.

Licht showed Belle how to ride a horse, knowing full well that Belle did something wrong to spend that extra minute with him.

Licht is always willing to sing to Belle after she had a rough day or a nightmare. He’ll stroke her hair and sing that same song his mother did, the Prince’s sweet voice lulling the girl into a sweet dream.

One day, Licht had invited Belle to visit him at the stables. She put on her best outfit before meeting him, but she was taken by surprise when Licht said this isn’t a riding lesson.

Not even the cold breeze of approaching autumn could make Licht’s heart less warm as he observed the girl near him. In her hands a basket filled with all types of flowers: coneflowers, dahlias and cosmos. Yellows, pinks and whites brought life to the brown weaved basket. Licht sat amongst the grass letting the cool air fill his lungs, his horse a couple of metres away grazing at the greenery. Belle plopped down next to him, smiling a smile that was brighter than the sun. “Close your eyes.” Licht smiled softly at the girl. She giggled when she closed her eyes, waiting patiently. Carefully picking the flowers with the longest stems, Licht’s fingers braiding the flowers over each other. He did this for a minute before placing the flower crown on the now impatient Belle who was starting to complain. Her eyes shot open and her hands began to delicately inspect the flowers which adorned her soft hair. Her eyes squinted with cheerfulness. Licht’s silent moment of his own happiness becoming brighter as the girl pounced on the once lonely wolf. The 6th Prince held her close, swearing that he will protect his sister. After all, they say that blood is thicker then water of the womb.

If you like my work, feel free to request!! Thank you for reading and Goodbye my Doves🕊️🌙

[ollypopwrites]

So, I'll be having some minor surgery in a couple months. I thought it would be cool to have Gale worried for/doting on [reader or tav] before and after. idk if that's weird or whatever, but just the idea of Gale being comforting, concerned, and just loving as all get out would make me feel a lot more at ease with this whole ordeal. I hope this is an ok prompt to request, but I understand if it's uncomfy for reasons.

Oh, anon I’m so sorry you’re going through this. I hope I can give you even the smallest bit of comfort, and thank you for your request 💜 here is about 1k words of pure comfort and doting.

Books and Basalm [also readable on Ao3]

Tav x Gale [Gender-nooch Tav. No pronouns used for Tav and no descriptions of any physical features at all.]

CW/Tags: medical/hospital type situation (not detailed in any way). FLUFF. All comfort no hurt.

Despite having read everything he could get his hands on about the procedure, and asking the cleric so many questions Tav had to gently tell him to leave the poor man alone, Gale was not allowed in the room. He’d made his displeasure very known, but Tav had patted his hand in a clear signal to shut up. He physically had to bite his own tongue to prevent more nervous babbling.

“I think we ought to get started,” the cleric said to Tav with a smile. Despite his obvious disinterest in speaking any further with Gale, he at least kept his bedside manner for his patient.

“You’ll be here when it’s done?” Tav asked.

Gale knelt next to the bed, ignoring the crackling protest of his knees. “I’ll be on the other side of this door the entire time.” He pointed to the very one which he would be sure not to leave. “The Gods themselves couldn’t pull me away.”

Tav laughed a little at the dramatics and leaned into the gentle kiss he gave. After a few final kisses and another pressed atop Tav’s head for good measure, Gale pulled himself away. He stationed himself directly on the other side of the door, as he had promised. He was a logical man, he saw sense and reason before much else, but he was at his core quite prone to wild emotion despite his academic mind.

Leading up to that moment there was not much he didn’t do by Tav’s side. Even when they had been out on the road, while he never had much skill in healing magic, he had always been nearby enough to know what was going on. All he could manage this time was his assurance Tav had the best healers the city could offer and a tower over-prepared to accommodate the recovery.

It took hours. He didn’t notice irritated looks of the other healers walking through the halls when he began to pace back and forth, only stopping to lean his back against the wall and then have to move again once his mind took off. It was impossible to keep still for very long.

When he was finally allowed back in the room, Tav was still asleep thanks to a potion and the cleric was assuring him everything went fine. Once Tav woke up, they could make their way back to the comfort of the tower. While the cleric started giving instructions for recovery, Gale found himself cutting him off with his new extensive knowledge on the subject, watching the cleric grow annoyed at him again. Gale was used to people’s thinly veiled irritation at his volubility, but be it nerves or something else he couldn’t stop himself.

The cleric excused himself as soon as he possibly could, and Gale sat nearby, ready to be the first thing Tav saw after waking up. He mindlessly practiced somatic movements, he flipped through his spellbook distractedly and then mentally triple checked he had everything he needed to properly care for Tav back at the tower. To him, it felt like hours, but in reality it didn’t take too long for Tav to wake up from the sleep potion that had been administered for the procedure. Eyes blinking open, Tav groaned, and Gale jumped up to shush and soothe them.

“There you are, my love,” he said quietly. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Tav groaned. “Sore.”

“Completely normal,” he pressed a kiss to Tav’s forehead, “we’ll get you home and with a cup of tea for the pain expeditiously.”

“It went alright?” Tav asked.

“The cleric has no concerns,” he smiled, “all that’s left to do is rest and recover.”

The cleric came in for a final check in, making sure Tav was alright to head back home. The waiting was the worst part, Gale was certain they need not put off leaving where Tav could rest well and with whatever could possibly be needed. It took some creativity on Gale’s part to get them both safely back to their bedroom in the tower with no added strain on Tav, but he managed it.

Tara sat perched expectantly on the bed, head tilted in quiet examination. “Welcome home,” she said, tail flicking back and forth behind her. “everything went well, I hope?”

“Besides the pain, I think I’m alright,” Tav smiled tiredly.

“Tea!” Gale said insistently. “I have tea that will be just the thing.”

Gale got Tav situated in the bed, with pillows arranged for maximum comfort and support. He opened the window for cool fresh ocean air to come in, and Gale only left Tav’s side to prepare some tea with basalm salts for the pain. While he was gone Tara had settled herself gently against Tav’s side, purring away.

When he came with the tea, water and a potion of rest, Tav could have laughed at his over preparedness.

As Tav reclined in the bed, sipping tea, he sat at the bedside in an armchair. “Gale?”

“Yes, my love, what do you need?”

Tav chuckled at his earnestness. “I’m bored.”

“Ah, well, we have a treasure trove of entertainments,” he replied, “what better to soothe the pains of ailment and the pangs of boredom than a book!” He eagerly added, “what will you choose? A stirring tale of heroics? A dissertation on the merits of illusory spellcraft? Or perhaps an anthropological study on the courts of the Feywild?”

Tav shrugged, “your choice, really, I was looking for an excuse to have you sit and read to me.”

“You hardly need an excuse for that,” Gale smiled.

He grabbed the book he was in the middle of on his bedside table, something light for reading before bed. Carefully, he nestled in beside Tav, sure not to disrupt his perfectly calibrated arrangement of pillows made for Tav’s ideal comfort. Under his watch, with tea to soothe and a book, Gale felt sure Tav would be okay.

Two pages into him reading, Tav had fallen asleep with the tea cup precariously resting in hand. Gale plucked it away, giving a gentle kiss upon Tav’s brow as he leaned over to set it aside.

Thank you so much for reading! 💜💜

[lilislegacy]

Anon that brought up Annabeth’s probable grief.

Sorry, I probably should’ve worded that better. I don’t blame Percy at all for being unsympathetic/dismissive about Luke. Like you said, it’s perfectly understandable.

I guess we must just run in slightly different circles ‘cause I feel like I’ve seen far more people attack Annabeth for still believing in Luke even though that belief is what saved all of them in the end.

Also, I personally don’t feel like she actually defends Luke all that much? The only time I can really recall is right after the Kronos possession thing where she accuses Percy for wanting Luke to be evil. And maybe when she admits that she thought she could “save” him. All the other times could be seen as warnings/her trying to figure out his motivation. Or when she’s also angry with him.

I know there’s that line in TLO about how Luke is one of the subjects of Percy and Annabeth’s fights so maybe it happens there? But we don’t actually see much of it on screen.

hello again!

yeah i’m with you. i don’t agree with those who blame annabeth. her feelings were so valid

i do think luke is a one of the biggest subjects of any awkwardness and anger between them, which isn’t a lot, but there’s definitely some, especially in BotL. don’t quote me on this, but i feel like i remember there being a line somewhere in HoO that says percy and annabeth don’t talk about luke, and that it’s a sore subject for them. so even after they’re dating and happy together and in love, it remains a messy history that they don’t like to discuss. not that it’s an issue between them, bc i think they reach an understanding at the end of TLO, but it’s just not fun to discuss. it was stressful and messy and sad.

[wonuwrites]

"A House In Nebraska" ot13 Song Reaction

Before we start: Warning: this song is heavy and talks about really heavy topics and even mentions about Suicidal thoughts. Personally, I, @wonuwrites don't like writing about suicide or suicidal thoughts because it is a very triggering subject for so many people (myself included.) I will mention the suicide part in this reaction. Having said that, PLEASE do not read this reaction if it will affect you in a negative way. You are WAY more important than a fanfiction on this silly website. if you ever need to talk, please message me.

Just wanted to put this warning before we started because I felt it was important.

requested from this anon x

Warning/author's note : This will be a lot more heavier than things I usually write. (pls send me pet pictures or fluffy wonwoo drabbles) This will be post-apocalyptic themed with hints of the song "A House In Nebraska" by Ethel Cain. There will be talks of suicide like I mentioned above, also death, dread, trauma, and so many other things. I will write happier drabbles and things after this so please once again if this is too heavy please skip. I love you all and want everyone to be safe. I know I say this often but please if you are a minor- DO NOT INTERACT. Also this took so long for me to write because it was rough to write. I had to make sure I was mentally okay <3

Just like all my song preferences before: members parts will be in order of the song lyrics.

Let the angst begin <3

Scene:

Everything was normal for a year until some governments were a little bored and decided to do experiments on their inmates of the respected countries. Some of these experiments went a little haywire and caused a pandemic. The pandemic caused a very contagious disease that made 2020's COVID-19 look like child's play. The disease made people lose their minds and the only way to cure it was to put them down. Many people compared it to be a modern day zombie apocalypse except for zombies it was homicidal psychopaths. When the pandemic first happened, you and your boyfriend (member of Seventeen) took refuge in a House in Nebraska, USA. It was secluded and you both thought nobody would find you and harm you. Happy endings don't always happen though. After many days of skipped meals and sleepless nights, the worst happened. You watched the love of your life walk out the door to get some food from the garden when a stray homicidal was walking down the road. Before he could grab a gun to kill the homicidal, the Homicidal shouted alerting more Homicidal's to come. There you watched the love of your life try to defend you both before getting infected. It was then when you had to defend yourself from the Homcidal's and even the love of your life. After shooting the only person who knew you for you, these were the memories that would haunt you until your dying breath.

Actual Members Reactions Now~

⌂ DK: "Labored breaths and bed sores, sing it to me all day long, when the aching 'Sound of Silence,' used to be our favorite song."

It had been no more than two awful weeks since you had to kill Seokmin. The memory of the look in his eyes when he realized he was infected scared you. It haunted you. He slid you the gun and just whispered "I love you, (Y/N)." You had to do it but it killed you to do so. Ever since, you just laid on the once shared dirty mattress. At this point you had been just laying down and getting bed sores due to lack of activity but in all honesty, you just wanted to return to the love of your life. You didn't want to live without him any longer. You felt your breath getting labored and you closed your eyes praying that it was your time to go. As if it were a miracle, you heard faintly the love of your life singing "sound of silence" which used to be your favorite song due to the memes. You choked back a sob before whispering, "I'm coming home Seokmin, I am so sorry."

⌂ Mingyu: "You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl."

You stared down at your whole world who starred back up at you with blood dripping down his chin. He was still warm but he was gone. You looked around and saw a lot of other Homicidal's scattered across the gravel driveway. You didn't have one clear thought as you realized what you had to do. The one person who promised to be with you until the end of time was shot because of you. You both swore that if one of you got infected, you would shoot one or the other no matter what. However, with the seclusion of the house in Nebraska you both thought that it just would not happen and things would eventually be better. Life without Mingyu now though, it wouldn't be better even if this pandemic ended. So you did what you had to do. You dragged Mingyu into the house and drenched both you and his body in gasoline. You cried while doing so because the thought of dying was horrifying, however living was just not an answer as well. You took a deep breath before pressing a kiss onto Mingyu's forehead. You held onto him as you flicked the lighter and set both of you ablaze. The world may have won this battle, however you knew that you would both find each other in every lifetime that came.

⌂ Dino: "And I still call home that house in Nebraska, where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor."

Once the pandemic hit Korea, you both ran refuge to America because there were more places to be secluded. Chan always joked that Nebraska was a myth because "nobody lives there" until that's where you found home. A worn out house that looked like it had been vacant since 1958. There wasn't much to it but a dirty mattress on the second floor. Any fear of germs vacated as it seemed better than a hardwood floor. The first night you spent on that dirty mattress, Dino and you had torn up some of your own shirts to use as a sheet and held each other for comfort. You swore that no matter what you would be together.

⌂ Woozi: "Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours."

Jihoon and you made a promise that you would be together throughout the whole pandemic. You both would live together or you both would die together. After surviving for months, living seemed so much brighter. You both were a light to each other during this dark time. When you saw Jihoon get bit, you felt like your world shattered. He tossed the gun at you and looked up at you begging you to shoot him. You ended up shooting the rest of the homicidals but left the love of your life for last. "Y/N, kill me." You heard him beg. He wasn't infected quite yet but the color in his eyes was starting to change. It was a matter of time before he was like the homicidals. So you did what you promised him. You sat in front of him and put your head against his temple. He tried to push you off when he realized you were planning on shooting both of you at the same time. He wanted you to live but you still fired the shot killing him and injuring you. You ended up passing from lack of blood next to the love of your life. You both died together and as each others persons. Just like you promised.

⌂ Joshua: "Your mama calls me sometimes to see if I'm doing well and I lie to her."

About a year after shooting Jisoo, the pandemic had been lifted. You left the house in Nebraska and tried to live life the way you had before meeting Jisoo, before the pandemic and it was hard. It was so fucking hard. Especially since most of his family had survived. His mother would call you once a month once the pandemic was over even though she knew what you did. When you saw her name on your phone, guilt always ate you. She told you she didn't blame you and you shouldn't do the same thing however it was easier said than done. Whenever she asked how you were doing, you always gave her little white lies in hopes that she would believe you and hope that someday it would be true.

⌂ Vernon: "And I say I'm doing fine when really I'd kill myself to hold you one more time."

After Hansol passed, you left the house in Nebraska after setting him on fire. The only thing you had left of him was a plaid shirt that he wore often. You wore it every day and left with it on. You found a camp of other survivors and they welcomed you in with open arms. Nobody knew what you did but they knew you saw some heavy things. Someone named San was at the camp as well and wanted to know why you didn't smile. He would ask you how you were doing and your answer was always the same. "I'm fine." It was a safe answer and one San realized would be the only thing you would give. You thought San was nice however, your heart was burnt in Nebraska along with Hansol. Each day that passed, you wanted to kill yourself so you could be with your other half. Living without Hansol was the worst pain and nobody could ever understand.

⌂ Seungkwan: "And it hurts to miss you but it's worse to know that I'm the reason you won't come home."

You didn't know what hurt more. Missing Seungkwan being around physically or feeling remorse for killing him. When he took his last breath, you knew it was what you had to do but it didn't make the pain any more bearable. Seungkwan was your missing piece. He was the ying to your yang. The Bonnie to you Clyde. He was everything and him not being there was simply awful. You spent so many hours a day crying and just craving him to hold you just one more time. However you knew that he couldn't come back. You just prayed he would be waiting for you.

⌂ S. Coups: "You know, I still wait at the edge of town praying straight to God that maybe you'll come back around."

Killing Seungcheol drove you mad. You knew he was gone but you still would look out the window and walk to edge of town hoping to see him running home to you. Maybe him being infected was just a bad dream and he was coming to your makeshift home with some much needed supplies. Maybe he was still alive and you would see him again soon. One night when you made your way to the edge of town you saw a being in the distance. He looked so much like Seungcheol. Your heart started beating faster than ever as you started running toward 'Seungcheol.' As soon as you made it to them, you realized it was a scarecrow that was just propped up. You fell to your knees and started wailing out Seungcheol's name. You sobbed until you couldn't handle it anymore and just laid down and prayed to God that you could be reunited with your one true love once again. It took a few hours but soon your last breath was taken laying right next to the scarecrow.

⌂ Wonwoo: "I cry everyday, and the bottles make it worse 'cause you were the only one I was scared to tell I hurt."

You were no stranger to Jack Daniels and mental breakdowns prior to meeting Wonwoo all those years ago. You struggled with mental health and the only one who knew how deep your mental health struggles and alcohol uses was Wonwoo. So when you shot him with his own gun you ran back to what you knew best. Your addictions. You used to be afraid to confess when you missed alcohol to him but with him you ended up being a year sober. However, the familiar taste of whiskey burning the back of your throat numbed the regret and remorse. You knew he would've shook his head at your actions but at the same time, who could blame you?

⌂ Minghao: "I thought you were so beautiful, it was love, I guess."

Once the pandemic hit, it was hard to see things as beautiful. However, when you met Minghao at a camp before you made yourself home in that house in Nebraska, you thought he was so beautiful. His giggles that ended up haunting your every thoughts, the soft stare he'd give you, the way his arms would wrap around you when life got too scary. It was all so beautiful. One of the main regrets you had was that you didn't realize how much you loved this beautiful man until it was too late. When he was gone, dullness took over again and it was hard to find anything beautiful.

⌂ Hoshi: "And you might never come back home, and I may never sleep at night."

Delusions started to eat you alive, you ended up just thinking Soonyoung left you instead of you murdering him. You thought it was just a scary nightmare and he was just getting supplies for you both to survive. So you waited for him. You stayed up staring at the door like a stranded puppy waiting for their owner to come home from a silly 9-5. You lost track of the days and couldn't remember the last time you ate. However, you heard a noise from the outside and all you could think of was Soonyoung. You opened the door and ran to the tall figure. You didn't realize it was a homicidal until you felt venom run through your veins. By then it was too late and you were one of them.

⌂ Jun: "But God, I just hope you're doing fine out there, I just pray that you're alright."

Out of all the members, Jun actually survived. You shot the dirt next to him and he played 'dead.' He heard your screams of heartbreak and he felt so horrible. However, he knew the homicidal's came for a reason and he had just found a cure for a bite. However, there was not enough food for both you and him so he hid the fact that there was a cure from you. Instead, he decided to "die" and leave the food and everything for you in that house. After you did a shallow grave for him, he crawled out of the grave and made his way to a camp. He oathed if he could find more supplies he would come back for you. However, after he found more supplies and food he came back to an empty house. There was no sign of you and it broke him. He blamed himself. He should have told you what he discovered. He would spend every moment until his last breath trying to figure out what happened and where you went.

⌂ Jeonghan: "And I feel so alone out here and I feel so alone without you."

Prior to Jeonghan, you considered yourself super independent. You could take care of yourself because that was all you had known how to do. However, once you met Jeonghan, you became codependent. As much as you could, you turned your brain off because he always had a plan. You always were together so when he passed, you felt so alone. You tried your best to find who you were before Jeonghan came into your life but it was practically impossible. Everytime you thought about moving on, you felt a piece of you die. One night when it was raining, you couldn't handle laying down on a dirty mattress by yourself anymore so you went to his grave and laid next to it. You felt insane as you started to put soil on you to feel closer to him but believe it or not you felt him there. You closed your eyes as rain droplets continued to splatter across your face and took your last breath. You couldn't wait to be reunited with Jeonghan.

holy shit it's finally finished. I hope you enjoyed this. Sorry it was so heavy. fluffy shit is coming <3

[princelylove]

Sorry my prince for not sending many asks like I used to, life just get me busy and I run out of ideas to ask you 👉👈 Try to find some interesting topic/ideas/characters that not so many people write about because I absolutely love to hear your interpretation for them, your writing always amused me.

I remember long time ago you write platonic yandere headcanon too so may I ask for a platonic yandere headcanon family? What will be like to live in a yandere family with your father is Jonathan, your mom is Erina and your big brother is George. I'm pretty sure you will be over-protective by them lol. (Assume in this scenario Jonathan didn't die, this is a happy family life... maybe)

Thank you prince, have a great day (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I can humor a little fatherly love from Jonathan.

It's only natural that Jonathan would be a little protective of his child. His bloodline is prone to... some fairly absurd things.

He wants to give you a childhood that you'll recall fondly. The last thing he wants is for him to be a sore subject for the future love of your life- which... is a topic in of itself. Jonathan will keep his child from being introduced to society for as long as possible. No suitors, you're just a baby!

Jonathan will always think of you as the infant he held all those years ago. He wants you to grow, to mature, but he just can't help it. He calls you by your childhood nickname, whether it be a variation of 'Jojo' or not, and he insists you stay on their property for majority of your free time... he just doesn't feel good about letting his child stray too far. Bad things are out there!

At least you have your mother, who always comforts you whenever Jonathan stops you from living your life.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

Hello, I hope it’s fine to ask about shaggy transitions again! I don’t know if you already talked about it, but chapter 434 is the meeting between shanks and whitebeard. There’s a fragment where he asks about shank’s relationship with buggy. And in this moment there’s “we parted ways and that’s it.” “ haven’t heard about him ever since”. Maybe it’s just me but it always sounded to me like someone who tries to cut the conversation short. “I heard rumours” let’s go to the next part. Is it just my brain? How does it sound in Japanese? Thank you in advance. Hope you have a great day!

hello anon! let me assure you that i am always up for translation questions. 🥰 they are my second favorite kind of question.

sorry i took so long on this one—i was sure i’d already done a breakdown of that panel and just couldn’t find the post, but it turns out no, the closest i’ve come before is this post about the verb wakareru (別れる) and a bit in the middle of this long post about the ‘i heard rumors’ sentence. so let’s tackle this one properly!

chapter 434, page 10

「船長の処刑の日 / ローグタウンで別れてそれっきりだ… / 風の噂でまだ海賊をやってると聞いた」

senchou no shokei no hi / roogutaun de wakarete sorekkiri da… / kaze no uwasa de mada kaizoku wo yatteru to kiita

“the day of the captain’s execution / at roguetown we parted ways for good… / i’ve heard rumors on the wind that he’s still a pirate.”

sorekkiri (or sorekiri) is a little tricky to translate concisely. sore means “that” or “then,” and kiri comes from the verb kiru (切る), to cut. (some of zoro’s attacks have this kiri or giri in their name.) so sorekiri means “cut off at that point” or “ending at that time.”

shanks’ use of sorekkiri seems to emphasize that he hasn’t seen buggy since they went separate ways in roguetown. now, could he also be using it as a way to hint that whitebeard should change the subject? maybe.

remember the context of this conversation: shanks has been trying to tell whitebeard about his concerns re: blackbeard for… a while. (rockstar first appeared in chapter 234 with a letter for whitebeard from shanks; that was pre-skypiea, and ch 434 is post-enies lobby.) he finally has the opportunity to talk to whitebeard, and here whitebeard is getting nostalgic for the old days. shanks gives a two-sentence answer about buggy’s whereabouts, a one-sentence explanation for his missing arm, and then he moves on to the topic he’s actually here to discuss.

so, whether it’s because shanks really doesn’t want to discuss buggy or because he really needs to discuss blackbeard, i do think shanks was eager to move the conversation along. i don’t know that we can be certain which was his primary motive… though i will direct you to goingbuggy’s theory about shanks’ scars being hidden by speech bubbles when he’s feeling vulnerable, which has only happened twice in the course of the series, one of those times being on this page.

[imagineitdearies-old]

I loved the analysis but kepa for Daddy reasons is the only way to use it

Regarding this short analysis on Valyrian terms for 'uncle.'

Haha i meaannn Rhaenyra uses kepa with Viserys too, but i appreciate your horny priorities anon. You have suddenly sparked a little lucemond drabble from me, so thank you!! This is also inspired by the fact that Aemond spoke some pretty broken Valyrian in ep10 😂

Big NSFW warning! Lol but here ya go folks:

"Ahhhhh...ahh, fuck...oh--kepa!"

Aemond grunted as Luke's walls clamped down around him, only managing a few more sporadic thrusts before he followed his nephew into orgasm. They groaned together, limbs locking even tighter around one another through the aftershocks.

Luke smiled when Aemond collapsed onto the pillows next to him, reaching to smooth away a sweaty strand of hair Aemond could feel stuck to his cheek. He waited to bat the hand away until Luke had already moved it, letting out a harrumph when his nephew proceeded to cuddle into his chest--but only holding out for a moment before wrapping an arm around him to keep him there.

They had an enjoyable, discreet thing going. Much more enjoyable than trying to constantly avoid or intimidate his nephew after Rhaenyra's family returned to the Red Keep, to Aemond's surprise. He found he preferred Luke 'paying his debt' this way...and Luke was clearly enjoying himself too.

But one thing about their almost-nightly fucks had Aemond curious.

When Lucerys finally extricated himself from their embrace and put on his clothes, offering a knowing, "Till next time, qybor," Aemond sat up with a frown.

"You always call me qybor," he started, and Lucerys raised a brow as he paused, one leg into his trousers. "Always, except for when we fuck."

It was only thanks to his nephews that he knew familial Valyrian words, or anything beyond the basics for commanding a dragon. The maesters had dutifully supplied him and his royal siblings with the available books on the subject, but the texts were at once far too advanced and far too simple. He tried to ask his father about teaching him when he was young, but Viserys would either cite exhaustion or say, "Another day, perhaps."

Alicent forbid him from going to Rhaenyra, and his older half-sister didn't seem to like him anyway. So young Aemond caught onto the practical application of familial words mostly by the way Jacaerys and Lucerys used the terms, like referring to him as qybor and Daemon as kepa.

But his lack of education in this one area was still a bit of a sore spot. The day Luke had amusedly corrected his use of 'taoba' instead of 'toabus' was the same Aemond had pinned him against the wall of a dark alcove, threatened his eye and worse, then somehow ended up fucking him against the wall instead.

Lucerys gave him a disbelieving look now, saying, "Yes...?" Aemond's jaw locked; he said nothing more. At that, his nephew's face quickly relaxed into surprised amusement. "Really? You don't know?"

Most of the time Aemond could ignore or even enjoy Luke's teasing. But on this particular subject, it hit a nerve. He stood and pushed the rest of Luke's clothes at his chest, ignoring his nephew's questions as to what was wrong as he practically threw him from his rooms.

Aemond spent the next day or so sulking, tempted to go back to those useless books for answers, but not quite enough to take such a blow to his pride. He scowled at Luke anytime he neared, and stiffly told the younger man, "I am not taking visitors," when he showed up at his door a few nights later.

But Luke rolled his eyes and budged his way in anyway, hands on his hips as he glared up at Aemond. "Why are you so upset? I don't have to call you kepa if that's such a problem."

Aemond sneered. "The problem is your patronization."

"So you're not just trying to embarrass me into explaining?"

"Embarrass you? Just because your mother could teach you Valyrian--"

"Fine, fine," he interrupted with a sigh. "I'm sorry--it just surprised me. I really thought you knew." Then Luke smirked with those full, much-too-kissable lips, closing the distance between them. He splayed a possessive hand over Aemond's chest, looking up from under his dark lashes as he murmured, "It doesn't just mean father's brother, you see."

Aemond forgot what they were talking about, for a moment.

Then clarity returned--he grabbed Luke's wrist, locking the younger man close against him. "Just tell me."

Luke's smirk softened, almost turned sad. "I would have thought, of all things--but I suppose the king never..." he sighed and shook away whatever somber thing he was thinking. The smirk returned slightly as he leaned forward and whispered into Aemond's ear, "It means uncle...and father, kepa."

As Aemond just started to take this in, still confused, he let out a sharp noise of surprise when Lucerys's teeth captured his ear lobe and bit down, hard.

Aemond immediately felt himself growing hard in response.

And then everything Luke was saying came together in his head. All other questions fled in the face of Aemond's sudden, imposing confusion as to why he wasn't currently buried deep inside his nephew, drawing out that word from his sweet lips right this moment.

But that could be easily remedied. Aemond twisted Luke around and shoved his trousers down, unsurprised but still further aroused to see his nephew had yet again prepared himself before arriving here. Without further ado Aemond grabbed Luke's other wrist and pinned them both up against the door with one hand, wrapping his arm around the younger man's waist and grinning at the sound of Luke's whimper as he thrust inside with ease.

By the end of that particular bout of fucking Aemond learned a lot about himself--for one, that he actually did like dirty talk, specifically in the context of growling at his nephew, "That's it, be a good boy and take it for your kepa," as he pounded into him over a table. Or that he had no hope of staving off his orgasm when Luke wailed "kepaaaaa" so brokenly into the pillows, as his nephew did ten minutes later.

The only problem that arose from such discoveries was that now, whenever Luke had the inclination, all he had to do was switch to the 'incorrect' Valyrian term for uncle and Aemond had no choice but to take him up against the nearest surface. It was too much power--dangerous, really. A hazard to their environment, to anyone within earshot, and most importantly to Aemond's defenses against feeling real, undeniable affection for his nephew.

As Luke moaned, "Please, kepa," yet again while being fingered open by him, Aemond supposed he could live with that.

~end~

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Dorothy being assaulted at 17 and then trapped in a marriage for the next 38 years really makes the queer subtext heartbreaking rather than funny. It also adds a whole lot to how barbed she gets when they discuss her sex life and how vanilla it is or how little sex she had, no wonder it would be a sore subject (and no wonder its consistent that she had very little sex with Stan in her marriage and said she didn't enjoy it when they did).

Yep, that's part of the reason why I think that queer subtext is so insightful!

A queer reading of Dorothy is not necessary to understand the gravity of what happened to her, to be fair. Stan is very clearly depicted as a bad lover in general and an especially inattentive lover to her -- take eg what she says of him in S1E22 Job Hunting:

"It took three seconds. I wasn't sure that we had done anything, actually… until nine months later, when the baby came. Then I figured out that we had."

Which... doesn't seem like a great experience. Add onto it the fact that a) this is a recollection of her first time, b) she was coerced into performing the act either via emotional manipulation or alcohol/substances (as well detailed in this post by @eeblouissant), and c) her situation didn't improve at all during her marriage; if anything it got worse, since Stan was always out cheating on her -- no wonder she has a bad relationship with sex! Actually, I've said before that I think she has a remarkably open and healthy attitude towards sex, all things considered.

Thinking of Dorothy as queer (especially as a repressed lesbian) makes it all even more tragic, though. I think it's very likely, considering that she's a Catholic of Italian origin, that she hadn't even realized she liked women by the time she got involved with Stan -- I myself reached that conclusion in my early 20s! However, by that time Dorothy was already married and a mother; can you imagine how painful the mere idea would have been, for her? Of course she'd never even consider it while still married to Stan, and she'd have a hard time coming to terms with it after her divorce. It adds a thick layer of suppression and self-sacrifice to her whole story that I think is very thematically appropriate for her character (and that personally destroys me lmao. I cannot think about it for too long or I'll cry my heart out).

I think her whole experience with Stan also justifies her enthusiasm for some of her lovers in the show, even in a queer reading. I mean -- after all that, her standards must be on the floor! The bar is so low, she's dancing the lambada with the devil! Even a modicum of attention to her needs would blow her mind, I think -- even if it didn't come from her preferred gender, and especially if she wasn't ready to confront the truth about her sexuality yet. A lifetime of suppression isn't easy to get over -- she'd probably blame her bad experience with sex during her marriage on Stan alone (instead of considering that maybe she'd rather not be with a man at all).

Sorry, anon -- you probably weren't expecting a ramble in response, haha! But yeah, you make a great point; reading Dorothy as queer adds even more depth to her character and greatly enhances the tragedy of her story.

(Just for the record -- I've never thought the queer reading of Dorothy was funny! Maybe I'm reading this wrong, I just wanted to clarify.)

[thedoover-if]

i'll just call myself the avoidance anon (lol) and yes, we're doing much better, thank you! I'm happy to say that, as a big FU to my (ex) dad, I am now earning three times his salary. haha

anyways, on the subject of kids, I have this scenario where my PC have always wanted to have a child (totally not me btw) but obviously that didn't happen bc of the cheating and divorce. in a game I played recently, the MC's mother had artifical insemination to have a baby. so what if our PC did that too (we better be making big bucks as a marriage councellor or i'll sue) a year or two after the divorce.

I hc my PC as someone who overworks to cope (if I can't see you, you can't see me) and kinda just... forgets to take care of themselves at some point. while spending a day-off on their favorite cafe, they happen to see a happy family walk by and after almost a week of thinking, they're on their way to get an IUI. a few months later, its confirmed that they're pregnant and affectionately call the bundle of joy, 'my miracle'. ('I lost myself but I found you, my tiny miracle')

on the night of the accident, PC asked the sweet old couple next door to babysit bc they're working late aaand... there goes the plot. at some point after the accident, the ex-spouse somehow meets the child and is curious about the father and (possibly) gets even more heartbroken realizing PC most likely went through a pregnancy alone; the morning sickness, pregnancy cravings, and the heightened emotions on top of the soreness.

ex-spouse: 'oh, what are you drawing?'

(c/n): 'ms. penny said to draw my family. this is me; I'm a prince/princess.'

ex-spouse: "oh, is this your mommy and daddy, then?"

(c/n): 'no, mommy is the fairy godmother. that's daddy and his princess.'

ex-spouse: 'your daddy and... his princess?'

(c/n): 'mmh! mommy said my real daddy left to look for his true love, and that they lived happily ever after.'

(the skit is purely for emotional damage LOLOLOL)

ex-spouse is left to be a silent observer as he watches PC put the child to sleep by singing them a lullaby (think 'never grow up' by ts) and watch them be the mother they always wanted to be, except, the spot next to them was empty (different from his imagination) and the warm, loving gaze PC used to give him was now directed at someone else.

for extra angst, i'd like to imagine the ex-spouse's parents being aware that PC had a baby and sends birthday and holiday gifts for the little one. they were even there for the baby's birth. when the ex later called his parents to ask why they didn't say anything to him about the baby, they simply said 'it was none of his business'. of course, the parents would notice PC overworking themselves, but months later, they saw small, positive change with the PC, and when they opened up they were, in fact, pregnant, they didn't want their kid to ruin the happiness PC found (again)

at this point, it just became a mini-au of an au. I'M JSUT SO EXCITED FOR THIS IF JSJAKPQXNWO

hi again! aw that makes me really happy to hear and YESSS CONGRATS TO YOU!!!

uhm...this skit😭😭 emotional damage achieved anon😭 also i love never grow up!! well this story broke my heart WHYY. reading this makes me so glad i didnt add any kids into this horrible mix LOL. and by the end of the book itll just be up in the air what happens with MC and their partner, so you guys can just create whatever scenarios you want haha

and thank you for the excitment!!💗 sorry its taking so long, coding is such a drag (im really slow haha) but it hopefully shouldnt be too long anymore!!

[winderlylandchime]

Yall pray for me because i was woken up today by my brother blasting Chiquitita at 5 in the morning screaming the lyrics on top of his lungs saying he had a dream about Britin and then proceeded to just describe the ep he watched yesterday.

First of I apologize for making you have tears stream down your face before your meetings, i hope all went well and you still kicked ass. You can imagine how it is for me with all the in between that I can’t write in because it would be a length of a book.

Also to answer some of your questions. The man is fucked up on way too much coffee, pain pills and let’s be real…weed, so i am surprised that he even remembers past episodes at times. Part of me hopes they get him off the strong stuff soon but the other part (as his sister) is enjoying everything too much. Don’t get me wrong though, he is the himbo of all himbos so i think majority of stuff would still be said and done without the drugs! Our whole family is surprised on how he’s made it this far in life.

And i had to ask him because it was bugging me all day, what nerd he meant yesterday and he said he was talking about Mel and Michael. Now idk how the actress that plays Mel is irl about Mel but i feel like he was kind of spot on with hal..

And i asked him your question about Brian and Iron Man and he got real quiet while eating cereal and looked at me and said ‘let me get back to you on that’ and then afterwards went outside for a smoke, came inside and went ‘this is a very tough spot you put me in..why would you ask me such question. I mean tony is dead! And Brian is alive and healthy. But they are both so troubled and constantly sacrificing their own happiness..this is tough, i don think i want to answer that out of the respect for the dead *sends a kiss up in the air like iron man is in heaven or something*. He made me pinky promise that we will watch the show after i come home from work and then he pushed me out of the way and went up to my neighbor and all i heard was ‘have you ever seen this show about these two dudes?’ I swear he is treating qaf like a pyramid scheme. Safe to say I am worried what i will return home to.

Dear sweet anon, he’s treating qaf like a pyramid scheme! I’m dying… he’s definitely trying to recruit or convert people to the fandom. He’s like me - I try to drag people into whatever I’ve gotten into. Very relatable.

The funny thing about Hal is that he and Sharon probably have had the biggest careers of anyone on the cast. The most I know about Michelle Clunie outside of her playing Melanie is that she has a kid with Bryan Singer. For some reason I thought he was talking about Sharon yesterday.

I’m sorry for having you bring up Iron Man to him. It’s clearly a sore subject and he is still in mourning. Sorry Brother Anon. And sorry Anon.

Thinking about you today and I hope you don’t come home to too much of disaster.

[abusedog]

in the aftermath of the show, do you think roman and gerri reconnected?

BOTHER MY MUSE ON ANON.

Another question to which I have no answer for, anon. It would take work. It would take time. Considering my own post canon verse, the distance would also suppose an obstacle in a potential reconciliation. I do think Gerri is always in the back of his head though, his biggest what if. The living ghost that still hunts him after the Gojo sell. I think there's a line on the script for Connor's Wedding where it says something along the lines that in the moment he calls his father to ask him if he's fucking with him by making him fire Gerri is like the biggest act of dissidence he's ever had against Logan. It means something. She means something to him. And I don't think he would let that go that easy.

But at the same time, Roman Roy doesn't say sorry. Much less when he thinks he's the one who has been slighted. I have talked to Jayne about this, but I will repeat it here: Most of the standoffish attitude Rome has with her during the last season it's because he felt abandoned in the moment where he needed her the most. When she choose herself back in Italy, something in him cracked. He distanced himself from her because he realized how much power she had to hurt him. I do think, if that hadn't happened he wouldn't have done what he did in the Living+ episode. That was him hurting her the same way she had hurt him. It was putting the last nail to a coffin he had dragged on since that night in Tuscany. Was he out of line? Hell yeah, it was unwarranted, it wasn't true, it was most likely not even what he actually thought of her. But he felt the need to do it anyways.

I think a possible reconnection between them would basically end up depending on Gerri. The moment he balanced the scale of hurt between them he forgave and forgot about what had happened at the end of season three. He holds nothing but a sense of longing for her after the end. I think he may actually text her, from time to time, even if she has him blocked. He just leaves silly little messages, every single one of them hiding an apology between its words. It's his way of saying "I'm still here, I'm still interested. Call me whenever you like." if she ever replies that's her choice, and it's the first time he's actually respecting her will.

Finally, because it's a funny anecdote, he did invite her to his wedding. It was an stupid, last moment decision that actually cost him a lot with Tabitha (Gerri remains a sore subject between them). But nonetheless she appeared and fucking slayed as always, a kind of big fuck you to the groom.