#(( shes a princess too yaknow

[royalreef]

(( Bonus version of this meme for Bellanda too. No she doesn't believe in either giving anyone any hints out of what her type is, nor letting anyone think about romancing her.

[dellalyra]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

pixie says: i am healing and yes - i have written family formations. this is my fix it fic - canon be damned. family formations is happiness only. this fic is what i would like to see as the ending of the final battle of jjk. cw: angsty at the start, but also sweet, bittersweet stuff, canon typical gore, creative liberties and lots of spoilers if you’re not okay w that go away and mdni bc I said so.

“I won’t ask you not to go.”

“Good. I wouldn’t listen to you anyway.”

“Yaknow, when we were 16 I thought your stubbornness would ease off with age.”

“You’re the one who married me.”

“Best choice I ever made.”

You can’t help but smile at the man laying on the bed beside where you stood. Black and blue bruises fading to green on his usually unmarred skin evidence of the toll the fight took on his body - which he barely escaped with his life. The deep laceration on his stomach only stemmed by the work of your best friend who had cried into your arms several days prior saying she had been terrified she couldn’t save him for you, for the kids.

Yet, she did.

She saved him, and your son.

Your son who spent most of his time asleep, body recovering from weeks of torture and mind melding itself back together with love and care.

Your husband’s cursed energy was burnt out. The usual bottomless pit was drained to bring him back to you and extract your son from his own body. He was injured, his eyes were okay, all six of them and he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s okay.

Then the announcement came.

You all knew it would come.

The final challenge.

Kenjaku’s challenge.

There was no dissuading Yuuji, not ever but especially now he knows the truth of his parentage. Choso too, pain and suffering bottled for 150 years is a powerful motivator. Yuuta - he was going to protect everyone, no matter who he had to face. Inumaki? Was not leaving Yuuta to face this without him. Maki’s rage fuelled a fire within her, the loss of so many people making her ready to ‘bitch slap’ him, as she so delicately put.

To top it all off.

You.

Like hell were you letting these kids go alone. Were you scared? Infinitely. Only a fool would say they weren’t. You knew the risks, a widower, a baby without a mother, weddings you’d never see.

They were risks you had to take.

For Megumi. For Yuuji. Two boys who deserve a love filled future.

For Tsumiki. Your daughter snatched from your hands.

For Nanami. A brother in arms, a best friend, a mentor and a godfather.

For Akio - to grow up safe.

For your ‘Toru. He deserved to not fight anymore. He deserved peace - you both did. He deserved the life you spoke about at night in bed curled in his arms.

For Geto. For the man who was your brother in all but blood. For one half of a whole. For a future ripped apart by trauma and a body desecrated.

Satoru knew you’d go. He held you tight as his wounds would allow and protested his attendance but you and Shoko pointed out to him that his current condition would make him someone to be protected - not vice versa.

He grit his teeth and cursed.

He believed in you. Your strength and courage and immense abilities.

But that didn’t make him any less scared.

He wondered if this was how you felt.

Megumi has been sleeping for going on 24 hours now. You don’t wake him. Neither does Yuuji.

Satoru looks at you.

You sit on the bed beside him.

“Satoru. We both know this might now work in our favour. We both know I might not -” you start, breath shaky but determined.

“Absolutely not. Don’t you dare say it, Princess.” He says, grasping your cheek.

“Satoru. Listen to me. If I don’t come back, I want to go with the knowledge you’ve heard all of this. If I die, take Megumi - go find Akio, bring Shoko and the students. Leave Japan. No more fighting, I want you to live. I want you to see our sons first day of school, Megumi’s graduation, all of it. I want your world filled with love and happiness even if I lose I don’t want to be avenged. Fuck vengeance, just live. Live for our boys, make a shrine for ‘Miki, and Suguru, and Nanamin.” You say, tears flowing.

“Y/N, please - please don’t talk -” Satoru says, head buried in your neck.

“I have to. It’s important to me. You deserve to live, ‘toru. You deserve love, and happiness.”

“How can I have those if you’re not there?” He says.

“Because we have two beautiful boys who adore their daddy very much, and I’d never be gone completely. You - Gojo Satoru - have been the light of my life, the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs since we were 16. I am so, so grateful to have had you in this life, and I know you love me the same.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you got mad at me for picking a daisy a ladybug sat on. I can’t imagine an existence without you, and it runs so deep that I think my soul has merged with yours. You have always, always, been everything to me - and every day I’ve loved you more. My, sweet, brave girl.” He chokes.

All you can do is let out a watery laugh as you kiss him, soft and gentle.

“You made me promise to come home. I need you to do the same, princess.” He says, and you stick out a pinky finger which he takes in his own.

“Pinky promise.” You say, because you’re going to do everything to come home to your boys.

You stand, and yelp as a large hand smacks the globe of your asscheek.

“Go kick some cursed booty, Princess.” He says, smiling.

“Aye, aye, captain.” You blow him as kiss and he catches it, pretending to eat it.

The door softly closes behind you.

Seeing Kenjaku again was jarring. Satoru was right, your eyes saw Geto - but your soul knew otherwise. An oppressive power circled him as he teased and taunted before Choso lunged and the battle begun.

Curses swarmed like locusts all around, and you all moved in perfect formation - you fought back a comment that the mornings they grumbled at training were worthwhile after all.

Inumaki brought up the rear, a layer of protection casting an eye over the battlefield.

Maki - wasn’t the Maki you saw the last time you witness her in action. She’s lethal, a hurricane of destruction and terrifying rage as she brutally slaughters all in her path, and you swell with pride.

Yuuji and Yuuta - seamless in tandem with each other as strong fists flung them toward Yuuta’s swinging blade as they cleared a path to the centre.

Choso was engaged directly with Kenjaku - screams of rage and fury built of years of trauma swirled through the air along with shards of pure crimson as father and son clashed.

You were everyone’s back up, flashes of green pulsing around as soon as anyone became too close for your comfort to any of the others, protection second nature in your subconscious as you ripped through enemies with dagger and claws, ripping limb from limb to exorcise the curses and the raw grief in your body.

Out of the corner of your eye, a lethal looking serpentine curse lunged toward Yuuji - currently wrestling another monstrosity and you knew he hadn’t noticed it - you wouldn’t get there in time. Just as you shouted his name as it was inches from his head a whizzing rushed past your ear and toward the curse, which you saw crumble in a heap beside a gaping Itadori.

You move to run to him, but you don’t get far before a voice sounds from behind you.

“Looks like I still need to do everything around here, eh, Itadori?”

That voice.

You both spin on your heels, and behind you, hammer in hand - stood Nobara Kugisaki.

You blinked.

Presumed dead, as Shoko had refused to speak of it - she had done it.

Shoko had healed her too, and black leather eyepatch covered one side of her face but she was smirking, a hand on her hip.

“No fucking way! ‘Bara!” Yuuji says, barrelling toward her - his honorary twin sister.

He scoops her up and she thrashes.

“Put me down you oaf! I nearly died, don’t kill me again!” She shouted.

“You’re really here, Nobara?” You say, tears flooding your eyes.

“As fabulous as ever, Y/N-sensei.” She winked and threw herself into your arms.

“Eh - as much as I love this vibe guys could I have some help please, Itadori?” Comes the voice of Yuuta, snapping you all out of it as Yuuji drops his best friend and runs away to him calling ‘sorry, senpai!’.

Nobara runs to your left - to provide back up for Maki as the frenzy resumes.

Hours pass, but before you can comprehend how many - all that’s left is a smirking Kenjaku surrounded by 7 warriors.

You stride forward, dropping your blades and stopping right in front of him.

“What are you doing?!” Shouts Maki.

The clatter of the daggers is sharp against the silence. Kenjaku’s blank face looks down at you.

“I know you’re in there Nii-chan. I know you can hear me. I’m sorry we couldn’t save you, but we love you. All of us. ‘Toru and I had a baby, you’d love him. I’m also sorry for what I’m about to do.” You say.

In the blink of an eye, you whirl back your fist and drive it straight into his nose. The curse reels as he stumbles - unexpected force from your smaller body fueled by rage.

The momentary distraction works as you begin to pull out your trump card - hoping to weaken him before he can use his.

You hear Inumaki shout ‘shield your eyes’ to all the kids as your body begins to emit a strong, golden light - searing everything in its path as a screech echoes from Kenjaku - the tarmac beneath you bubbling from the energy emitted as you shout: “Cursed Technique - forbidden technique - sunbeam.”

As the screeching ends, and the light fades it’s visible effect is clear as patches of skin have melted from the body leaving bone exposed and the top of the head protecting the brain of Kenjaku is exposed - with you panting on your knees as Kenjaku attempts to regain himself. The fury on his face alerts Yuuji who grabs Choso who immediately understands, running toward you to scoop you up and away. Yuuji barrels toward and everyone begins to scream as you see Kenjaku’s hand making the sign required.

Uzumaki.

You all brace for impact but the shockwave and death of Yuuji never came. When your eyes all open, a black dome is covering the area both men were. It’s solid surface impenetrable - no matter who you were. Just as you think to summon your domain to override you look - that’s not a domain with traces of Kenjaku.

Those traces…

Yuuji Itadori.

“Stop! Stop! No domains!” You shout to the kids.

“What?!” Maki responds.

“It’s not Kenjaku’s. This domain - its Yuuji’s. This is Yuuji’s domain! He did it!” You say, beaming - pride and astonishment mixed with exhaustion.

“She’s right. This is my brothers energy.” Choso agrees.

“Holy shit, it is.” Nobara chimes in.

“We can only wait.” Yuuta says, anxiously leaning on his sword.

This battle was between the two in the domain now, having no idea what Yuuji’s domain would be left you all blind.

You were gently sat on the ground, a characteristic you learned was intrinsic to Choso by now - someone who you have grown to count as a very special friend over the last few months.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Nobara curled up beside you, as Maki filled her in on all she’d missed. You didn’t miss the whimper when she was told of Megumi’s imprisonment.

And after 20 minutes, Inumaki’s soft voice jolts you all.

“Look.”

The domain was fading, melting from above.

It lowered like melting ice and the dust within cleared until a backlit figure stood beside a crumpled lump on the ground. The figure was heaving air into their lungs.

The body walked forward.

“YUUJI!” Came 7 voices.

The lump. Kenjaku. Corpse mangled and bloody and a grizzly mass of brain matter was coating the ground as slowly disintegrating into dust.

He did it.

He killed Kenjaku.

“Little brother, you did it! Are you hurt?” Choso grasped his exhausted younger brother and Yuuji shook his head and you saw a weak smile on his bloodied face.

“Y/N?” Itadori rasps.

“Yes, sweet boy?” You smile, hand on his cheek and tears on your face.

“Can we go home now?” He says.

You huff out laughing.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Yuuta on one side and Choso on the other, helping the exhausted boy - they all began to walk away.

“Are you coming?” Nobara asks, as you crouch down beside the corpse.

You whip out your phone, clicking a contact and pressing the share location button.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll be there soon. Yuuta, help patch up Yuuji.”

They all exchange looks but go ahead anyway.

You sit down. Looking at the body, and fix the top part of the head so it sits where it should.

Before long, you hear footsteps behind you and someone sits beside you.

“He’d go crazy if he saw his hair that messy.” Shoko huffed.

“He’d probably blame Satoru.” You respond and she smirks, lighting a cigarette.

“You hurt?” She asks.

“No. Just… tired.” You say, leaning your head on the shoulder of your best friend.

“Me too.” She leans to close his eyes.

“He would have been so proud of all of us, Koko. He always said you’d look hot in a lab coat.”

“He would have had Akio hanging from him 24/7 too, kids always loved him for some reason.” She mentions and you both laugh. Her head rests on yours.

There’s silence for a few minutes.

“He looks peaceful, doesn’t he? Like how he used to look when he’d sleep on my lap under the tree.” Shoko says, voice thick.

“We can pretend for a moment that he is just asleep.” You say.

“I’m glad Satoru isn’t here.” You confess and she nods.

“Koko?” You whisper.

“Yeah?” She says, squishing her cigarette out.

“We can take him home now. Do it right.” You say, tears forming again.

“Somewhere close, so I can sit and have a smoke with him sometimes.” She agrees.

You stand, holding your hand out - the remnants of your cursed energy forming a floating box of vines around the body, neither of you could carry him so you’d create a way to transport him home.

You turn your hand to her, the vines levitating behind you.

She grabs your hand.

“Let’s go see your husband.” She says, wiping her face as you walk hand in hand back to base.

Walking toward healing, and a safe future.

[sunlightmurdock]

The Taste of the Divine | Rhett Abbott (18+)

There’s something wrong with the Abbott land. Something bad about it, it’s clear as day. Angered and maybe on the wrong side of tipsy, Rhett stumbles across something — someone — he shouldn’t have out on the West pasture.

Warnings: vampire reader, race inclusive so ignore the header, written third person with she/her pronouns. Blood, lots of blood, biting, drinking, consuming — yaknow— vampire stuff. Oral (f receiving) and unprotected pinv. Kind of dubcon in that rhett is scared and horny but still down for what’s happening, wc 5.4k

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“There’s a weird lady out on the West pasture!”

Cecelia’s nerves are already shot to pieces, what with her two terraway boys and all the trouble they’ve managed to cause both recently and over the almost three decade span of their lives. The crash of the door swinging open and banging into her wallpaper, followed by the thundering clap of Amy’s mud-caked boots along her hardwood floors, and then the true snarl of the thunder that rages on outside.

She drops the plate into the sink, suds and soapy water splashing onto the countertops and tile. Curling her hands around the granite, she inhales slowly and closes her eyes.

Royal jolts awake from his nap in his recliner, his rheumatic hands flinching as they clench around the now warm bottle of his beer. Rhett glances up from the shotty news cast on the television as she wizzes past him towards the kitchen.

She’s met with a dubious gaze from her father at the kitchen table and an eye roll that she isn’t supposed to have caught from her grandmother.

“There was!” Amy insists, her voice shrill and panicked as she stomps her boot into the floor and splatters her own muddy footprint. “She was staring right at me! — And she was dressed weird!”

Royal shakes his head and rubs at the bridge of his nose. He exhales all of his irritations out into the room and narrows his eyes at his youngest son, “Don’t worry, princess. Rhett’ll go check it out.”

Rhett scoffs and sinks back further into the arm chair, shaking his head, “No he won’t. Maybe her dad’ll do it.”

“You’ll do it.” Royal stares right ahead at Rhett, serious and stone-faced. “You’re the one who showed her that damn scary movie.”

The young cowboy growls in frustration as his truck plows through the storm, mud plastering the wheels and the paint job. Fucking Amy and her wacky fucking imagination.

He checks damn near the whole west pasture. It’s dark out, pouring with rain. If there was a woman out here, she’d probably be making her way to the house by now anyway.

It’s after he has already given up on looking and decided to come back that he spots it. The herd separated from one of the cows. He drives a little closer for a better look. It’s on its side — dead. He sighs, knowing that Royal will just be pissed about this too. He turns his head and catches movement in his peripheral. Looking back towards the cow, he sees it. The figure hunched over the animal.

Rhett squints, trying to look through the glaring white of his headlights. There’s a figure amongst the herd, he can’t quite see what it is. Hunched over one of the cattle like a damn animal, but it’s not shaped right to be a wolf. His better judgement tells him to stay in the truck.

Chilled fingers reaching out across the bench beside him, they curl around the butt of the shotgun. Brows furrowing, his eyes never once leave the contorted figure. Its shadow through the light tells Rhett that it’s moving, but it’s not right. It isn’t moving… right. Not like any kind of predator he has ever seen.

Being out here in the wide open, with the beams glaring right at this fucking thing, and it isn’t bothered in the slightest. Usually the wolves would be spooked by the lights or the sound of the engine. Not whatever is in front of him now.

Perry used to tell Rhett stories about this kind of thing. Figures lurking out in the pasture, things that weren’t human and wanted to hurt him. Older now, not the same angry little boy staring at the shadows on his wall with his covers pulled up over his face, it’s dismaying to realize that the same stomach-sick, cold kind of feeling washes over him.

Instinct. Royal says that Rhett didn’t inherit a damn ounce of it. But he did. He knows how to keep himself alive. Even after he hits the ground after getting tossed off a bull and it feels like he can physically feel his brain swelling and heart struggling to keep him going, instinct has always pushed him onto his feet and out of that heaving creature’s way. It tells him now to just shift the gears and go back the way he had come. Something tells him that it won’t follow.

Not even sure that he’s still breathing, he sits forwards and tries to make out what it is. It’s not right to be scared of the dark at his age. Of a fucking monster that Amy thinks she saw. Not a monster — a woman. He squints again, tilting his head just slightly. It can’t be a woman. Tearing apart that poor thing in front of it like it’s a sheet of paper. No human could rip through muscle and bone and tendon like that.

Too small to be a bear, not shaped right to be a young one either. It’s not a fucking wolf. He has no idea what it is. But he’ll be damned if he lets it kill off half the herd just for sport. If he could see better, maybe if it was a clearer night or if the rain wasn’t soaking the windshield, he’d be able to see the methodical way that the creature has picked apart its prey. Not sport. Survival.

Rhett’s calloused hand curls around the shotgun, his other grabbing the latch on the door handle. Perry was always more scared of his own damn stories than Rhett ever was.

The sound of the rain amplifies as he swings open the truck door, letting his right leg follow it. His boot touches down into the soaked mud, sliding just slightly before he’s even out. Adjusting the cap on his head, the door swings shut behind him and he tightens his grip on the door stock wrist, gripping the fore end of the gun with his other hand. He lifts the stock up to his cheek and takes a step forwards.

Even out here, Rhett can’t quite make out what he’s looking at. Doubled over and clawing at the flesh of the animal in front of it, he can’t even tell where the cow ends and the creature begins. Jagged-movements, snarling like a wolf, strength like a bear.

“Hey!” It’s a big of a sound as his tightened lungs will let him make. Not meek, it’s deep and graveled. It has scared off bigger animals before. It’s a mistake.

The snarling stops, it doesn’t get any less loud. Rain beating into the ground around him, soaking his clothes and chilling his skin. His heartbeat thudding in his ears is probably the loudest thing for miles.

Like an abstract painting, what is in front of him is just one of those things that doesn’t make any sense until you catch glimpse of that one part that tells you exactly what you’re looking at. Slender fingers braced on either side of the torn open chest cavity, resting still.

The sky and horizon black around it, solely illuminated by the beams of Rhett’s headlights, the creature finally looks up, grinning.

Mouth soaked, chin dripping with blood. Eyes red too, a deeper, more furious colour than the blood that coats her skin. A woman. No longer contorted strangely forwards, her head tilts as she stares right at his face. He’s right — his heartbeat is the loudest thing for miles.

She’s on her knees, pressed into the mud, devouring an animal twice her size. There’s something in her eyes that Rhett doesn’t recognise. He blinks slowly, fingers curling tighter around the shotgun. Rhett has never been looked at by anything the way that she — this thing — is looking at him now.

“What the…” His boots slip in the soaked mud, it cakes the soles and sides, threatening to swallow his footing in the marshy ground if he doesn’t move more cautiously.

She’s barely human looking, there’s something sinister in the reds of her eyes that makes Rhett’s stomach flip. His body carries him backwards quickly enough that his feet start to slip in the mud and the barrel of the gun falters away from the red, splattered target she has made for herself on her chest.

Her lips quirk further at the sides, her grin stretching as he stumbles back from her. Her pointed tongue, a deep crimson as it lifts forwards and cleans the blood from her teeth. She presses her weight forwards onto her palms like she’s going to stand.

Blue eyes widening, his heartbeat falters and amusement covers her chilling features as he drops the gun all together. The safety wasn’t even off. His hands fumble from the door, boots slipping in the mud, rain pouring down his back. With a panting breath, he finishes his sentence. “Fuck?”

Her stomach tightens, reminding her of why she was out here feasting on damn cattle in the first place. She’s so. Fucking. Thirsty. Something in her eyes changes. Rhett recognises the exact moment that he stops being entertainment and instead, becomes prey. It’s not something that he has ever been before, and yet, his body knows exactly what to do. Instinct. Something primal, maybe.

She reaches up and wipes her chin on her forearm, finished with the dead animal in front of her. Primal seems like the right word.

He glances up to the sky, pitch black and still pouring with rain like the heavens have opened up. That seems right too. It’s the first time that his eyes leave her since she has looked up, and he doesn’t dare look back. He tears open the door to the truck and hastens inside, locking the doors and fumbling for the key in the ignition.

He catches hold of the cold metal and looks ahead. She’s standing now. Looking right at him. It’s a little too bright to see with the headlights on, but there’s something disarming about the way she’s looking at him. Blood gone from her chin but still covering her chest, her arms, her hands. It’s the first time that Rhett notices what she’s wearing.

A plain white nightgown, cotton, soaked through and clinging, almost sheer to her body. It comes down to her mid-shins, torn around there. Satin woven through the neckline of it. It’s old — he can’t place it to a certain time period, but it isn’t from this one. Blood and rain mix together to saturate the material, evidence of what she has done lingering on its threads even as the rain washes her skin clean.

She’s barefoot. She must be freezing.

A sick feeling fills him as he realizes that she has drawn closer. That he can see that she is barefoot because she has stepped around the carcass and is walking towards him. He hadn’t even noticed.

His fingers curl tighter around the key but he doesn’t turn it. He just watches. The softened, almost timid look on her face as she stalks towards the truck, bathed in the white glow of the headlights. Still stained in red.

As she reaches the hood, she leans forwards and rests her palms on it. Rhett glances down, remembering the way her slender fingers had been braced on either side of the cow, nails sunk into its flesh. He swallows, blinking hard and forcing his fingers to move. The engine splutters.

Looking back up, his eyes study her face. She’s looking right at him, drenched. Scared. Out here all on her own. He doesn’t try the key again. It occurs briefly to him that something is wrong — that the sick, dreadful feeling had flooded away the second he met her now dark, but not red, gaze.

“Rhett.” She says his name like a prayer. A baited sigh, pleasant and desperate all at once. He blinks at her waiting at the hood of his truck. She tilts her head as he swallows, watching his adam’s apple rise and fall in his throat, listening to the blood gush through his veins. It was the name that the little girl had cried out earlier. She knows that it’s his name.

She mimics his swallow and reminds herself to blink. It freaks them out when she forgets to do that. He’s calmer already, but he’s afraid of her. Her lips almost quirk. He’s smart, he knows better. And yet — as she passes around to the passenger side, he makes no effort to try the key again.

Rhett slides further along the truck bench, pressing his back to the driver’s side door as she watches him through the passenger side window. She curls her fingers around the door handle and it complies with a quiet, effortless snap.

She looks up quickly as his breathing hitches. She shouldn’t be able to hear it from that side of the door, but she does. She shouldn’t have been able to snap the lock like this, but she did.

The door clicks open with no resistance, and Rhett finally gets a good look at her face. His brows furrow slightly as he looks her over, those sweet little features and those big, trusting eyes. He can’t remember why he locked the door in the first place.

“Rhett?” She moves fluidly now. As her gaze breaks from his to watch herself kneel on the truck bed, Rhett remembers. He catches sight of the almost washed away blood on her forearms. He looks quickly back towards the torn apart cow a couple feet from the truck. He remembered her jagged, twitching, animalistic movements. The truck door closes behind her. On her knees, she slides delicately across the bench and rests her hand against his.

She’s soaked, but her hands are warm. She curls her fingers around his palm, lifting it from the leather. His attention turns back towards her, arms tense, breathing shallow. Her lips quirk softly, almost sweetly, as she brings his bruised knuckles to her crimson-tinged lips and kisses softly.

Bringing it back down slowly, she rests his hand in her lap, against the soaked material of that strange nightgown. Next, she lifts her hand and strokes it along the length of his neck, smoothing his hair back away from his jugular. “You don’t have to be afraid.” She tells him calmly.

With every fiber of his being, he believes her. He believes that he doesn’t have to be afraid, but he is anyway. He’s afraid of what he saw, and what she is — plenty of things all at once.

Leaning closer, his scent is intoxicating, her mouth waters as her nose brushes against the stubble on his jaw. Rhett slams his eyes shut, suddenly wishing that he was a kid again, with covers to pull up to his chin, and his parents to tell him that he was going to be alright.

Her throat squeezes, desperate. She presses her lips tenderly to his skin, feeling his pulse under her. Pulling back, she hooks a finger under his jaw and turns his head towards her.

With his eyes on her again, he’s unafraid. Handsome. Pretty, blue eyes with long lashes, sun-soaked skin but in the kind of way that demonstrates hard work. A few centuries ago, she would’ve adored him. Now, it’s enough to just soothe his fears. She sits forwards and presses her lips softly to his cheek, pulling back and doing the same to the other one.

He doesn’t flinch. She can feel how badly she wants her touch, even with his trembling hands still rigid on his thighs. She takes his hand again, this time placing it over her breast through the sheer material.

Rhett’s brows furrow, he searches her face for answers and finds none. She leans into him again, this time kissing his lips. His hand remains stationary, unmoving, frozen. His lips move just the tiniest amount, chasing her kiss.

He had been expecting her to taste like blood, but she doesn’t. She smells expensive and she doesn’t taste like anything at all.

Rhett watches as she pulls back long enough to curl her fingers into the hem of the nightdress, peeling it up her body and letting it fall into the footwell. Kneeling before him, completely bare, she leans in again and kisses him tenderly.

His hand flexes against her hip, curling around her skin, feeling the warmth under his palm. Unmistakably human. He kisses her, fingers pressing into her sides.

“It won’t hurt,” She promises him, smoothing her open palm along his clothed chest. Wordlessly, Rhett understands what she is asking of him. He knows what hunger looks like. She kisses him again, more desperately this time, her fingertips trailing the dampened stitching of his jeans along the inseam of his thigh. Pulling back, she nips softly at his earlobe, feeling him shiver. “You give yourself to me, and I’ll give myself to you.”

Again, he understands what he is agreeing to. Her eyes are more red than they were before, her thumb stroking along the column of his neck. She’s intoxicating up close.

“Rhett?” She prompts him, smoothing her hand over his crotch, featherlight as she kisses his lips again. One more taste and she might just lose her mind. The flush in his skin makes her throat dry. The smell of his hair, his skin, the day that he has had. She growls lowly as he presses forwards and kisses her hard, grabbing at the back of her neck.

Almost eighty years of rest — her thirst nips at her nerves, fingers flexing against his shoulder blades as he covers her body with his, a silent reminder that he is still the one at her mercy here.

Her tongue trails the length of his jugular, as far as it spans along his throat. She kisses him feverishly as his rough, calloused hands explore her smooth skin. Not a scratch on her. Like she was just dropped out here, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been a while since she has had sex, even longer since she has had sex with a human. She had almost forgotten how eager they were. The beat of his heart against her bare chest is practically an aphrodisiac.

“I need something soon,” She murmurs into his neck, kissing it tenderly as she pushes his open button down back off of his shoulders. Rhett nods as he drops his head down to her chest, suckling at her warm skin. She pushes her fingers into his hair as he nips at her navel. “You aren’t scared, are you, cowboy?”

Rhett looks up at her from where he’s situated between her legs. Rugged, flushed with life, a spark of amusement in those wild blue eyes. It sparks her with envy as she sits up quickly. A little too quickly, something unhuman in the swiftness of it.

“No.” Rhett tells her. She catches hold of his jaw, nostrils flaring briefly. He should be. His hand smooths along her hip. “It’s okay. Go ‘head.”

She softens, not turning her head away from his throat. It’s not his fault, she supposes. She thinks of his family, hearing them pottering around their little home miles away — not thinking of him, out here, all alone with her. She thinks of her own family, long gone now, but not dissimilar to his.

“‘M gonna make it feel good, Rhett,” She says softly, honeyed cadence and soft lips as they gaze his throat. He closes his eyes and waits. Her index finger pressed to his throat, a discreet spot right below his jaw. The nail presses into his skin and drags, splitting the flesh. Blood spills from the cut immediately. Rhett gasps softly as she lurches forwards and presses her mouth to it.

She sucks the fresh blood from his neck, warm and sweet on her tongue — she should’ve known that a gruff looking cowboy like him would taste sweeter than honey.

He grunts as her palm cups his crotch through his jeans, using the meat of her palm to grind against his hardening cock. His eyes flutter closed as he tongue flicks over the small cut, still sucking at the crimson liquid.

Rhett curls a hand into her hair, holding at the base of her neck, keeping her against him. “S-Shit,” He pants out, grinding his hips up into her palm, leaning his head back in surrender. “Oh.”

Her free hand curls into his hair and tugs, exposing more of his throat to him, making him groan. His fingers smooth softly over the nape of her neck, she reminds herself to be gentle with him.

Licking away the remaining blood, she presses her thumb to the small cut to stop the bleeding. He kisses her slowly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. This time, he does taste copper, but he doesn’t mind it that much. She makes it worth tasting.

He glances down at her blood-soaked skin, the remnants left of what the rain wasn’t fast enough to wash away. He knows that he should be afraid of what’s coming, but he isn’t.

She reminds herself to move slowly and to breathe, to blink, as she takes the cap from his head and discards it, moving into his lap. Bracketing his hips with her thighs, she curls her fingers into his white undershirt, lips quirking. It’s not the same smile as earlier, that gutwrenchingly terrifying grin, but it’s enough to remind him to be afraid.

Her nails press into the material, tearing it with ease. It splits at the middle and down the sides. She discards it with little care, pressing her bare chest against his, carding her fingers through his brown locks as he kisses her. Desperate for that taste again, his lips chase hers. She gives it to him graciously, caressing his tongue with hers. Desperate for more than that, quite clearly.

He’s rock hard against the denim of his jeans, breathing hard through his nose as his hands grope at her still-wet skin. They stop briefly, finding purchase on the curve of her ass, using his human strength to angle her hips and rock his hardened cock against her core.

He would have eaten her alive if he had come across her before she was turned, the sweet little thing she had been back then. Raking her nails along his chest, she reminds him swiftly of the now leveled playing field.

Rhett thinks that this is just like every other girl he has been with — she feels it in his movements. The experienced, cool way that he knows how to touch a woman. Curious — how the times had changed.

The last human she had been with hadn’t paid her nearly this much attention. Maybe this is just Rhett, maybe it’s a new fad. If he lives, perhaps she’ll ask him. She hums, somewhat contentedly, as his nimble fingers work circles on her clit. Still in his jeans and not even asking her to touch him. Truly, curious.

Her reaction isn’t what Rhett is looking for. The soft hums of approval, it’s not enough, it’s not worth the ice-cold fear in his chest. She inhales sharply, a purely symbolic measure, as he turns them both and presses her back into the leather of the truck bench.

He’s got a dirty mouth for a farm boy. Wet, open-mouthed feverish kisses on every inch of skin that he can get his lips on. His trail of filthy kisses continues, his thin nose grazing her sternum as his mouth works towards her navel. His hands are strong and capable, holding her in place by your ribs. As much as she will let him, anyway.

Experienced and well-knowledged about sex by this point in her immortality, she can detect his eagerness in his movements, his desperation to please in the way his tongue moves against her skin. It's sweet. He’s good at it. It’s been a long time since someone has burned for her in the way that this rugged cowboy clearly does.

His hands trail from her hips, up and along her warm sides. Calloused hands roam her flawless skin. Move up and back down again. He revels in the feeling of her under his fingertips, on the tip of his tongue.

She lets the cowboy have his fun. It’s fun for her too, to still be surprised, even after all of this time. It’s not the first time that a man has buried his head between her legs, but it’s the first time that she hasn’t been just waiting for it to be over. Rhett knows what he’s doing. His hands grope at her chest as he sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

She cums, shuddering against his tongue, curling her fingers into his hair, making him hiss. Rhett grins at her as she releases him. There is plenty that she knows about him, but he knows what he did just then.

He’s cocky for someone who’s life is no longer in their own hands, warming up to her too much. This happens frequently. A handsome young man with a troublesome smile, and the wolfish woman ready to tear them apart.

Rhett pops open the buckle on his jeans and pushes them down his thighs. Her eyes burn red, crimson lips quirked at the edges as she spreads her thighs for him. Her hand slides between her legs, two fingers dragging along her folds and gathering her juices on the digits.

“God.” Rhett breathes out, covering her body with his, fingers curling tight into her hips. She smiles into the crook of his neck, kissing the taut skin tenderly, feeling his pulse under her lips.

“He can’t help you now, Rhett.” Her breath fans over his ear as she speaks, making him shudder. Turning his head, she kisses his lips. Slow, longing. Like a goodbye.

He groans softly as he presses into her, the storm raging on outside of the truck, wind slamming cold rain into the windows. Her lips are warm against his throat as she hums softly. Her fingers card through the lengths of his hair and along the muscles in his back.

Rhett rocks his hips back and forth gently — she almost scoffs — he’s concerned about hurting her. “More.” She tells him, her nails digging into his skin. Rhett exhales slowly and drives his hips into her.

To her surprise, he lifts his head to look at her. Studying her face, her reactions to the way that he moves. She moans softly, as he tugs at her hips, angling himself against her g-spot. Rhett’s grip tightens, keeping her there as he fucks into her again and again. This predator, much stronger than he is, completely at his mercy, moaning against his throat.

“You want it?” Rhett mumbles against her skin, grunting softly as he snaps his hips into hers. She gasps back. “Bite me, darlin’ — s’alright.”

She moans, an excited sound as he tugs at the lengths of his brunet hair. “I want it.” She tells him, grazing her teeth, featherlight against the oh, so breakable skin.

The truck is filled with their sounds as she lets another delighted cry out, surprising herself. She pants, squeezing her thighs around his hips. He reminds her so much of someone that she knew. Someone that she misses so dearly. It’s why she didn’t snap his neck out there in the rain. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulls him closer. He looks down between their bodies, watching as his cock fills her over and over.

“I want you, Rhett.” She decides, something primal and possessive in her voice. Her fingertips trail the stubble on his jaw as she tips his chin to look at her. He nods blindly.

“You got me, darlin’.” He kisses her mouth, another filthy little exchange that’s all tongue, moaning and panting. She grins against him, pressing her heel into the small of his back. “Whatever you need.”

Fingers curling around the muscle of his jaw, her strength braces him there, steady. She leans in close and inhales slowly, savouring this delicious scent. Rhett gasps as her teeth sink into his throat, hips stuttering and slamming forwards. She moans at the feeling, blood trickling down her chin.

She grabs desperately at the back of his neck, not wanting to spill a drop, liquid gold on her tongue. Not only because it has been so long, but because it’s him. Rhett’s fingers curl tighter into her hair, struggling to keep up with the pace of his thrusts as his eyes squeeze shut, muscles tensing.

His body’s natural reaction tells him that he is in danger, but danger has never felt this good. It’s like he can feel every ounce of her desire for him, pulsing through his veins when she’s attached to him like this. His arms squeeze around her middle, desperate to have her closer.

She squeezes her legs tighter around his hips, crying out his name in her mind, moaning against his throat. Her fingers curl into those long locks at the nape of his neck, feeling his blood lubricate that excruciating burn in her throat. Her stomach tightens at the thought.

Devotion. Sustaining her like this, fucking her like this — he’s right, he is all hers. Those people back at the house have all already gone to bed without so much as checking if he was alive. He wouldn’t be, if not for her mercy, and his wonderful mouth.

Hers. She licks a stripe along throat, gathering the spilled blood and lifting her chin to kiss his mouth. He accepts her kiss hungrily, sucking at her tongue greedily. Entirely hers. As their lips part, she goes right back to his neck, biting again, feeling her stomach tighten as his hips stutter.

She bites him harder, feeling him tense up, knowing that she’s hurting him. His blood spills freely into her mouth, gushing onto her tongue and out of the corners of her lips.

“Fuck!” Rhett grunts, feeling her walls clenching around him. The honeyed taste of his blood, the sound of his gravelled voice in her ear, the life flowing through his veins. Her back arches up off of the truck bench as she hits the peak of her climax and spills right over it.

There are a few more, erratic, desirous thrusts before the cowboy is spent, spilling into her. Wrapping the monster tight in his arms, forehead braced against her bloodied collarbone.

“I’m sorry,” She smooths her fingers through his hair delicately, licking the last few drops of blood that spill from the teeth marks on his neck. “Rhett.”

He’s dizzy and warm, burning warm, in fact. He squeezes her softly in his arms, closing his eyes for just a moment. He should have expected to be tired, but not like this. It’s like an anaesthetic— he feels sleep come for him and there’s nothing that he can do to fight it.

It crosses his mind briefly that it could be worse than sleep, but he isn’t afraid for it.

“Damn it, Rhett!” The curtains are drawn open sharply, making him flinch. He growls and pulls the covers up over his sensitive eyes. “We’re going to be late for church!”

Cecilia storms out of the room and slams the door behind her. Rhett sits up in his bed and presses the base of his palm into his eye socket, rubbing tiredly. He glances towards the window and squints at the light cascading across the floor, not quite reaching his bed.

He falls back against the comfort of his mattress and exhales slowly. Fucking weird dream. He shifts, hoping to find sleep again, feeling a soft discomfort at the bottom of his throat. Brows furrowing, he swallows and flinches at the white hot pain that passes through his nerves. His brows scrunch as he sits sharply upright again.

He looks towards the window and brings a hand up to cup his throat. His gaze falls down to his boots by the door, caked in mud and bloodied.

…

@fudge13 @hangmanscoming @hexpectations @bradshawseresinbabe @xoxabs88xox @topgunbiqueen @perpetuelledaydreaming @thedroneranger @noorsworlr @princess76179 @phoenix1388 @astronomeoww @cherrycola27 @wkndwlff

[useless19]

Does Junior start seeing Luigi as papa Luigi or is he still set on seeing Peach as his potential mama? He was hyped up on the idea of a second parent for a good while chances of it involving towards Luigi or him clinging to the Peach idea seems possible.

Also is little dude even aware of Bowsers and Luigis relationship or would he be completely oblivious on why his friend\babysitter has kissed his dad? Yaknow kids simple ways of thinking

Luigi isn't significantly different to Junior's other caregivers (eg Kammy), so there isn't an obvious moment for his mental picture of things to do a switch. Days!Junior has never really had a mother figure in his life so trying to pin down exactly what he'd expect from someone in that position is tricky and liable to change depending on the mood you caught him in.

Plus, a lot of Junior wanting Peach to be his mama are rooted in Bowser's goals. Funnily enough, he's more likely to have settled on wanting "Papa" Luigi if Bowser had gone through with his bad ending kidnapping plans and given Junior that as an end-goal. Junior wants a mum because that's something Bowser that has said he should have, not because he feels like he's missing something.

Saying "Mama Peach" is still going to be a habit that Junior needs to break (he's more likely to remember when he's not overwhelmed or ill, etc), but more because that's what he's known for a good chunk of his life, instead of him wanting Peach specifically as a mother figure. (He still likes Peach, she's always been nice to him when he's at tournaments).

Personal taste, but I don't see Junior calling Luigi any variant on "dad". He calls Bowser "dad" and "papa" fairly interchangeably, so I imagine most ways of calling someone father are already assigned to him. Though, if Luigi had been female, I could see the switch to "mama" happening there; that title is up for grabs. (Luigi will protest at being called "mama", he's been through enough of "wife" and "princess" to last him a lifetime).

Junior will eventually slot Luigi into his mental picture of his family, but probably won't progress beyond calling him his step-dad when not talking directly to him.

Junior's still young enough that romance is a boring old person thing. Once he hits the part of puberty where he starts to find other people attractive (assuming he's allo), then he'll start questioning Bowser's taste. Until then I can't imagine him thinking too much about Bowser being flirty towards Luigi (that's just what people do, Junior shows off all the time for attention too) or Luigi getting flustered (Luigi's a wimp sometimes and he swoons over foods just as much as he swoons over Bowser). He's aware that they're together, he just doesn't care enough about the idea of romantic relationships that he wastes any time thinking about it.

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

Hello, I know it happened a long time ago, but in one of your posts about headcanons of our beautiful tragic queen Naerys, if someone asked you about headcanons of other characters maybe you would answer them. I would like to hear your headcanons about Daenerys daughter of Naerys (Her life at court, hobbies, possible dragon, her relationship with her entire family, Daemon and the prince of Dorne, did she have the same taste as her mother in clothing and religious faith? ) and Rhaenyra, about almost the same thing.

Oh hell yah, thank you for sending an ask!!

- Daenerys I think was most likely kept away from court for most of her childhood by Naerys and eventually Daeron when she went into his custody because in all fairness I doubt Aegon’s court was really a good place to be for a princess, but she would’ve had more of a chance to build a small social circle of friends for herself when her brother became king!

- As for hobbies, I could see her as loving dancing and horseback riding. If I could give her any special interest it would absolutely be map collecting, as a kid Naerys promised her they would travel everywhere so she spent a lot of time gathering maps on where she wanted to go, and it just kinda snowballed from there lol. Her room in Dorne probably has a giant atlas of the world made of sewn together maps that she spent a good couple of years making lol

- For a possible dragon…. Honestly the most likely would’ve been Morning I think, but man if I can pick any for her it would absolutelyyyyy be Meleys. Like, not to use the show as a reference but a red dragon with bright copper horns that look like a sun??? That’s so thematically pleasing come on!!!!

- For familial relationships, she absolutely loved her mother, but was probably too young to really understand the concept of death when Naerys passed. She does love Daeron and Myriah as her secondary parents (we don’t talk about Aegon), and was likely raised to think of their sons as her brothers. Her favourite sibling though was likely Shiera, just cause she was happy to have a baby sister <3

- As for romantic relationships though….. I could see her and Daemon having a mutual childhood crush because they were raised in an environment that saw sibling relationships as normal, but both kinda grew out of it as they became more and more distant, and like- yaknow, got married and all. Until canon says otherwise I’m absolutely putting Maron’s age as just a few years older than her because idk- don’t like the idea of a sixteen year old marrying a thirty-five year old man, but in any case I think their relationship was polite but distant for the first few years of marriage. She really fell in love with him when he made the water gardens for her <3

- When it comes to faith, no doubt in her early years she was taught a lot about the seven by Naerys, but I can’t really see her being particularly religious? Especially not after her mom died. She’d still kinda respect the faith because that is what’s expected of a woman in her society, but she doesn’t go out of her way to pray every single day for sure.

I’m really sorry, I don’t really have much on Rhaenyra because she isn’t really a character that I think about that much 😭 the best I can give is one headcanon about her and her siblings:

- Which is! Idk I think she was initially really happy when Aegon and Helaena were born, because she was like- ten, didn’t initially have a bad relationship with Alicent yet and wasn’t aware of the political ramifications of Aegon’s existence. Idk!! I could see her picking out the shiny gold egg for her baby bro so they could have matching dragons and begging for her baby sister to be named Visenya and playing with them! Sue me I like a little joy before the tragedy starts!

[heros-shade-fanclub]

How'd your sillies get their names? Both in AU and on paper :]

AAHHH that's a good question....lemme think. wall of text time>>

Wolf: I think he was just referred to as Wolf a lot while in wolf form (ex. by Midna before she knew his name, etc.) and he got attached. You can probably guess how I decided on it LOL. even though it's basic i like it a lot!! like yeah that's him!!

Fish: a nickname given to him by Tetra's crew since he's always up to something........fishy!! He's a slippery little scamp. (he also probably smells like fish most of the time. stinky guy) His other nicknames are Fry or Small Fry.

I don't remember exactly but I think I got the idea from the fishmen in windwaker calling him Small Fry??

Lucky: I don't know who exactly gave him this nickname yet. Maybe the villagers in his hometown? He's gotten through a lot of narrow scrapes via quick thinking/just sheer luck and so earned the nickname Lucky.

I came up with it due to his bunny form (or in Lucky's case, his hare form). Like a lucky rabbit's foot yaknow?? It's also a reference to the dialogue in Link's Awakening after you get a kiss for the Bowwow quest or a potion from Crazy Tracy ("L-l-lucky!")!

Cloud: my distracted ADHD fella. my beloved brain fog warrior. He got this nickname from Zelda and the other students at the academy since his head is always up in the clouds.

I actually got this nickname from his design though! Each Link has a different shape motif and his particular shape is like a puffy cloud (you can see it in his hair, the hem of his pants, and the collar of his shirt!)

Blue: he gets this nickname from the other Links because he's wearing his blue champion's tunic. ermmm that's it. No relation to Four Swords Blue

Funfact: two other ideas I had for Blue's name were Bow and Armoranth :] He no longer has a bow in TL so that's why I scrapped that one.....I could probably still be convinced to keep Armoranth though tbh.

Ghost: a title he got due to his status as an urban legend in the Twilight Princess era. When Hyruleans swap spooky stories, you might hear tell of the one-eyed specter someone saw roaming the field one night. Also, Ghost refers to Wolf as "Link" but doesn't really think of himself as "Link" anymore, so i think that cements the nickname. I don't know if Wolf even knows Ghost's real name until he meets the other heroes and realizes they're all named Link.

I don't remember how I chose this name....I wanted it to stem from the Hero's Shade but always found "Shade" kind of weird. So Ghost it is :] I feel like it sorta hints at his character themes in Terminian Lullaby too

[teehee-420]

oc x princess reader

wasn't read over. just kinda writing hope you enjoy. warnings:nothing happens just kinda implied yaknow. part 2 •/////•

~~~kinda spicy minors dni~~~

you woke up.

sore.

aching.

the night before flooding back slowly and reminders covingering your body. you go to sit up when the biggest reminder of last night sit beneath your body.

Andrea.

she lay under you with her arms secured tightly around you. even in her sleep she strived to protect you.

her skin glowed in the morning sun and her face was fully relaxed missing the normal expression it held. you studied her for a while. you wanted to ingraine every part of this in your mind for fear it would never happen again.

this wasn't allowed. you knew that and she knew it too.

but lying in her presence while the sun rises made you feel complete. like this is the only way you wanted to ever wake. you know your maids will be here any second and it would be hard to find an excuse for both of your indececies and the marks that are a clear sign of one thing, but you couldn't bring yourself to wake her. you would give anything to just live in this moment a little longer, so you dwelled long than you should have and when there was an abrupt knock at the door that shouldn't have come to any surprise you panicked as you were pulled from your mind, and quickly she was awaken as well. you jumped up out of bed to keep the door closed and yell some excuses about still changing to be ready for your morning duties while pressing your back against the door.

you glance up only to see her amber eyes fully trained on you. once your eyes met you both couldn't help but smile. her bidding you a short and quiet good morning as you try and cover as much as you could.

she wanted to say more and so did you, but nothing came out. only soft breaths and morning smiles were shared before you both silently got dressed for the morning and she escorted you to breakfast.

however, before that you had to search a bit longer than normal, for a summer dress that fully covered your neck. <33

[liightaga]

Sora laughed and let go of Zelda to let her speak. For a scrawny lil guy, yeah, he was a bit strong! He rubbed the back of his head and nodded. A smile stretched from cheek to cheek as he looked his friend up and down.

"Yaknow, I've been alright. I'm glad you're safe too. A lot of weird things have been going on, but yeah! Let's get drinks! I have a few keys saved up from helping people out so you don't need to worry about me!

Sora walked with Zelda to the line of the booth. It wasn't too long, but it was long enough for Sora to glance back at his friend now and then, eyeing her arms and face.

He swore he saw cuts and bruises on her at the other island, but then again, he wasn't sure if the person he saw was Zelda, Kairi, or just an illusion.

He would meet with her gaze and quickly avert his eyes as to not draw attention to himself.

"So, how are you and Link? You two are friends right?"

How did he know they were friends? Zelda told him right? Maybe Link?

Sora knew he saw Zelda's heart. She's a princess of light... She's... Royalty, magical, and.... My friend.

−−−  ꧁ fingers tucked wafted hair from her face , incessantly stubborn in keeping her hair neat . . . or at least stuck in the cycle of tidying it . waiting was a miserable thing , only she knew that if she arrived on time . . . she would likely be already late . so , dutiful as ever , zelda lingered out of sight and out of mind to pass the time .

and to not think about it . the feeling that festers .

the pounce that she's greeted with ( despite watching it coming ) jostles her , stiff from her lookout . unaccustomed to embrace , the princess is caught unprepared and inexperienced , choking out an oh !!

" resilient . " she settles on , cheeks plump into a tight , stretched smile , " and a little surprised by your strength . i . . . i hope you've fared well in the meanwhile . "

warm and genuine .

" should we -- shall we select something to accompany us ?? it will be my purchase , of course . "

@liightaga continued from xxx

[twistedtavern]

Everyone (except Ortho) in a Wonderland so Twisted is slightly more hesitant to rescue Idia from Bridezilla. One does not deny a undead giant spider abomination with a cluster of similar undead soldiers what she wants. And unlike the ghosts of Ramshackle, they don’t really care much for appearance, Eliza blissfully unaware of Idia’s growing terror as she cheerfully sews her arm back once again into the socket. After all, this is her dream prince, he shouldn’t be deterred by her last groom’s mistreatment. Can’t be (cut)falling to pieces before saying ’I do’ again. And of course, Idia won’t be much better once the wedding bells ring… What really sparks everyone into high gear (More then the universe “no one can deny Ortho”) is Yuu personal getting placed into the wedding with Idia as a packaged deal. After all, what Prince doesn’t have a trusty sidekick? And they will definitely need the practice of keeping a pet for later. (Crowley and Malleus left fuming behind the scenes as they can’t risk to piss off the princess of ghosts without some massive consequences.) - Dorm Anon (who will go more into detail about Eliza and ghosts when they don’t have three hours to sleep before work)

DORM ANON!!! GO BED! maybe that's why you write this au so well, you're just seeing the boys as your sleep depravation hallucinations

BUT, you know what makes this hilarious. I was also planning on making Idia a spider! Arachnids gonna arachnid yaknow

Oh yeah Eliza would have been all too eager to take Yuu along with her. But the MINUTE the boys find out that their little baby is in danger it's ALL OUT WAR. Literally 5% of it is about saving Idia but the rest is all for the poor smol Yuu!!

What if Puffy's sign of death is literal tears, meaning he cried himself to death after Eliza was killed? Idk just a thought

[bisexualdinahlance]

Not sure if this has been done, but Miraculous Ladybug AU where, whether accidentally or on purpose, Ladybug and Chat Noir reveal their identities to each other after the first battle. They'd been told they weren't supposed to tell anyone but in the end, better it was revealed to their partner and not anyone else! But they get a thorough talking to about secret identity keeping that Marinette internalizes hella hard.

Then comes school the next day, and Marinette literally walks into class to see her new superhero partner- who she hadn't even met before yesterday why is he suddenly in her school!- putting gum on her eat???? And is apparently best friends with Chloe??

They end up having their heart to heart moment a bit sooner, as Adrien wants to clear the air and is already pretty determined to keep his partner, and you would think it would be all Gucci right?

But Marinette, esp season 1!Marinette has never met a situation she can't make more complicated!

Marinette, feeling more assured in her partnership and her role as a superhero, remembers the lecture they got about the importance of secret identities and hatches a plan, which would have a built in failsafe to protect the other's identity should one ever get out.

Pretend that they hated each other.

No one would assume that the practically mind melded superhero duo could be two teenagers who fight like cats and ladybugs dogs! And if one of them got revealed, no one would expect that the other member of the duo is their eternal youthful rival. Marinette fights with Adrien more than with Chloe! Somehow!

That's right folks you've heard of fake dating to lovers and even rivals to fake dating to lovers but now you have friends to fake rivals to secret friends? Secret dating? Imagine all the shenanigans.

Especially if Adrien keeps his loud crush on Ladybug, and maybe like in a lot of actual rivals love square aus Marinette has an obnoxious (tho she claims is fake to the cat himself though she might be lying to him and possibly herself) crush on Chat Noir, and they just, argue about which hero is better all the time. Adrien definitely makes disparaging petty comments about how "ladybug would never do this to me" and "why can't you be more _____ like ladybug?" and like listen Marinette is the one who thought of this plan but he definitely gets angry texts later in class about how "but I am ladybug you JERK".

they both know the other isn't serious and honestly they even sometimes have a lot of fun with it?? They tease each other all the time in costume, do stupid challenges, etc. Etc. And this is in some ways just a game to them. Sure they wish they could actually act like the best friends they are around their friends, but keeping their secret identities is important and honestly, they'd rather know who each other is, and know the whole of them, know they can count on their best friend, etc. And have to pretend in school to not, than to not know each other completely at all.

Of course, there are two things that make it more complicated as the school year goes on. The first is obvious, while the love square doesn't REALLY exist in this verse, when they actually start for real catching feelings for each other after all the drama of the first few battles, it isn't any less complicated because they know who each other is. They end up being much more concerned early on about ruining the partnership, but also, it's not like they could yaknow date. Their civilian selves are supposed to hate each other!

Then their best friends start dating and they are forced to hang out and still try and keep up the pretense of not liking each other, and ohmygod the shenanigans these two get into. Throwing stuff at each other during lunch break when alya and nino drag them with them. Aggressively trash talking each other to the point of almost actually fighting while they are having a gaming night (now ofc for two teenage superheroes who use physicality to flirt, roughhousing is normal but for nino and alya they're more concerned that these two might actually kill each other oh no)

this is getting too long but honestly everything about this has so much humorous potential. all of those civ nicknames and gags we love for teasing cuteness? mocking nicknames come on. Mari telling Adrien that she bets he thinks he's hot stuff (wait you think I'm hot?- Chaton stop) and rudely calling him pretty boy. Princess turning from a cute name to him calling her spoiled. name-calling straight up turns into a competition. But also at the same time, these losers actually love each other more than anything else, they just also are competitive assholes.

Tl;Dr Marinette and Adrien find out each other's identities before they even meet as civilians, and in order to protect said identities, they pretend to hate each other in school.

[aerequets]

can you give me some webtoon recommendations? name some of your favorites! :)

i am here to answer folks 😎

all of these webtoons can be found on webtoons.com! I'm not sure about the whole daily pass thing they've got going on (which sucks tbh) but like,,, you could probably find it online illegally. NOT THAT I CONDONE ILLEGAL ACTIVITY HAHAHAHA ᵖˢˢᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ

I'll split these up between completed and in progress :) most are still in progress though

COMPLETED

1) Gourmet Hound (166 chapters)

this is like, my all time favorite webtoon. it follows Lucy and her quest to find all the chefs that left her favorite restaurant, Dimanche! it’s a really heartfelt story and the food illustrations make you really hungry, so make sure you have a snack before you sit down to read it. each character’s name is also food-related, so that’s pretty cool too! and the diversity in this webtoon is AMAZING. it’s the only webtoon i’ve ever read that has a hijabi character in the main cast. the development is done really well and it explores themes of loving and letting go. all in all, it has a bit of everything. i personally love food-related things, and this centers around it, so i was set LOL

(also a bonus is that this webtoon has NOT succumbed to daily pass hell, so you can binge read the whole thing. legally.)

2) Hooky (200 chapters)

if you like stories of witches, this is the one! the summary and beginning chapters are deceptively lighthearted. DO NOT BE FOOLED! the story really develops further on and explores numerous conflicts, a big one being (if i remember correctly) witch vs. nonwitch. if you like to see struggles between two sides, not a good-and-evil but just people-who-want-the-best-for-themselves-and-their-loved-ones type of thing, this is good for that. also, sibling love! the two main characters are Dani and Dorian, and while there is someee romance, i like how this story centers around the siblings first and foremost. ALSO THE ART??? I LOVE HOW THE AUTHOR DRAWS SETTINGS SO MUCH and am unabashedly jealous because i am completely incapable of doing so   just like,,,, even if the story doesn’t pull you in, you can at least stare at each panel for long stretches of time.

(unfortunately succumbed to daily pass, but you can read it on mangaowl or manganelo!)

3) Spirit Fingers (167 chapters)

aww, this one is cute. Amy is 18 and lacking in self confidence (her family definitely doesn’t help). but HEY she joins a wacky art club!! without her parents knowing!! HECK YEAH!! unfortunately it takes more than joining an art club for her to learn to love herself (it is a long journey after all!). i love this webtoon because it explores the problems of multiple people, not just amy: her high achieving brothers, her mother who had to give up her dream, the different members in the art club, Amy’s girl friends. the art is unique and has a cool watercolor-y texture! and the main couple is just adorable, too. if you’re an artist especially, i recommend this because that’s a big theme and you get to see these characters expand their art styles! which is very cool!

(you can read this one fully on 1stkissmanga)

now here’s where the majority of my recs are:

IN PROGRESS (all can be read on webtoon.com)

1) The Makeup Remover (currently 71 chapters)

i look forward to this every tuesday and friday because oh man!!!!!!!!! idk about you guys, but i am thinking about beauty standards A Large Amount of the time, especially when i consume media. and this webtoon is all about beauty standards (specifically in Korea, but still applicable like. everywhere). Main character Yeseul ends up having to partake in this beauty competition and, with her experiences through it, she begins seeing makeup and beauty standards for the huge role they play in society. i said it already but i LOVE LOVE LOVE this webtoon because it really challenges you as a reader to think about your own perspectives. why do we find the things/people beautiful that we do? what shapes our perception? how much of it is marketing, and how much of it shows in our daily lives? what assumptions do you make about people based on how they look? AGHH im sounding like an essay prompt instead of a reviewer but man. if you like webtoons that examine society through a critical lens (gosh i sound like an english teacher), this is the one. 

2) Odd Girl out (currently 261 chapters; on season 2) 

okay, first and foremost: if you’re NOT into long winded drama, this probably isn’t it for you. i will admit im not a fan of long problems that get dragged out, especially in a school setting, but i did keep reading this webtoon and i am glad that i did! the character development here is amazing and ONE CRUCIAL THING is that the whole first season (which is many, many chapters. at least over 100) focuses on the friendship between our main 4 girls. if you don’t wanna wait for a romance storyline (which comes in season 2), then you’ve gotta have the patience of a saint. i loved this though because lots of romance webtoons cast friendships aside or use them to further the romantic plot. platonic relationships are great to read about and this one does it masterfully! main character nari is resilient and emotionally strong, and it’s great to see her ruin her enemies

3) Cursed Princess Club (currently 110 chapters; on break before the final season)

this is another one about beauty and societal expectations, but in a fantasy setting! it’s really funny and the cast of characters is heartwarming. Gwen is a princess, but she doesn’t look like the typical princess. she accidentally stumbles upon the Cursed Princess Club, which is exactly what it sounds like: a club for princesses that have been cursed and are trying to find their self worth despite not being conventional princesses! now that i think about it, this is like a lighthearted mixture of Makeup Remover and Spirit Fingers. although while i do say “lighthearted”, this webtoon has its fair share of mysteries and exploration of deeper topics. but its funny throughout

4) Brass & Sass (currently 83 chapters)

ahh this one is really cute and the art is cute, too! i also like how this has a diverse cast. high schooler Camilla kinda sucks at band, but dangit if she’s not passionate. Victor is some type of musical prodigy but he’s a brass-hole (hahaha get it. no that’s not original i ripped it from the summary). now i KNOW I KNOW, the whole “perky girl and asshole guy” is so overplayed BUT DON’T FRET! this isn’t the type of story where the girl “fixes” the guy, or where the guy is an asshole to everyone except the girl. believe me, the character development and relationship development in this story is SPLENDID. there’s no real antagonist. it’s just a bunch of high schoolers trying their best to make themselves and everyone else happy, and that’s hard! the story is carried more by the characters than by the plot, but it works well in this case since the characters are strong and each one has a presence. 

5) Surviving Romance (currently 10 chapters)

this one is relatively new compared to my other recs but it’s by the author of the Makeup Remover so yaknow i had to hop on it. BUT IT IS VERY DIFFERENT! first off, it’s a horror, so keep that in mind. the best way i can describe it is a mixture of the standard “girl falls into a story” genre, Groundhog Day, and zombies. Yeah. Bascially, Chaerin is our main girl and she’s in a romance story that’s she’s read a bajillion times, so she knows the day has come for her male lead to confess his love! except he doesn’t! because he becomes a zombie instead! hahaha well that sucks! it’s only got 10 chapters but i am very into it, and it seems to be taking an emphasis on platonic relationships, so i am very closely watching 👁👁

6) The Witch and the Bull (currently 60 chapters) 

another witch story! and the art is GORGEOUS. more witch + nonwitch conflict, too! our main dude, Tan, is the royal advisor and he’s hella bigoted against witches. our main girl, Aro, happens to be a witch. and Tan needs her help to make him into a human again (because he got turned into a bull. that is worth mentioning). this is a very barebones summary and there’s a lot more that goes on, but that’s the general gist of the beginning!

ANYWAYS. this got very long, predictably, and i rambled for each title, predictably. i’ve got more that i’m reading, but i really like these 9! i also made comments on the art for a lot of them, which might not matter to some people, but i feel like my art was very impacted by each webtoon i read. if you’re an artist i recommend finding a webtoon you like and studying the art; try implementing parts you like into your own style! 

anyways, i am FINALLY done talking. bye yall 

[badomenslrh]

Bad Omens🔮 Chapter 1 • LRH

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter💜

In a world full of villains and heroes two families have always run things. Will their children carry out their families legacies or will they end the generation long dispute between families?

“Now…I would tell you my evil scheme…but that would be dumb”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you dramatic asshole.” Arabella said, rolling her grey-blue eyes. She was trapped in the basement of Luke’s mansion, his lair. Arabella was tied up, hands tied together and gloved. Luke walked up to the chair Arabella was strapped to. Twirling the knife in his hand, Luke leaned down to Arabella’s face. She felt the cold metal of the knife on her cheek as Luke pushed a blue streak of hair out of her face, Arabella shut her eyes quickly trying to activate her powers. “Oh sweetheart that’s not going to work, I almost feel bad that I’m going to have to ruin that pretty little face of yours.” Luke smirked as he pushed the blade deeper into Arabella’s cheek. Just as Luke was about to cut up Arabella’s face he heard his phone ring. “Is that Punk Tactics?” Arabella laughed. “Hey, it makes me feel badass, don’t judge me while you're the one tied to the chair.” While Luke walked away to answer the call Arabella felt something slip the gloves off her hands and the ties with them.

“Hey baby…” Calum whispered into Arabella’s ear. “I don’t need you to save me, yaknow.” Arabella said getting up. “I know, I could always leave you tied up…I mean if that’s how you like it…” Calum quickly whipped Luke on the back with a bolt of electricity. “FUCK DUDE I WAS ON A PHONECALL!!” Luke screamed in pain. “Well too bad mate, you kidnapped my girl on our vacation…so that was well deserved.” Calum smirked. “IT'S NOT MY FAULT I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE ON VACATION!” Luke yelled as he launched a knife toward Calum. “Well next time don’t kidnap me!” Arabella murmured as her vines made her way to Luke’s legs. “Now that wouldn’t be fun for either of us…would it be princess?” Luke asked as he tried to make his way over to Arabella, once again twirling his knife between his fingers. “Oh you little bitch.” Luke laughed as he cut the vines on his legs. “So…is this your boyfriend?” Luke asked a wounded Arabella as he threw a knife at Calum knocking him to his knees. “Oh my darling…Arabella, you could do so much better.” Luke said, looking at a wounded Arabella on the floor while cutting a small wound into Calums face. “You’ve put up a better fight than this Arabella…so I’m going to let you go…but I wanna keep him for a while.” Luke insisted “I’ll come back for you…I’ll come back Cal…I promise.” Arabella said as she dragged herself out of Luke’s mansion. “Now let’s have some fun…”

[hatake-no-sharingan]

i came to request again 🤣, btw can i request minato x fem s/o with baby naruto (baby naruto was 6 months old). it was like family scenarios. thank you 😄

A/N: I got a bit carried away with the last two, I had too much fun. I hope you enjoy them <3 Feel free to request anytime! You’re always welcome on my blog :)

Parenting with Minato

Decorating the nursery (before Naruto is born)

“Babies like colors other than pink and blue yaknow?” You told the lady at the store when she showed you the color swatches from the nursery collection. Minato and you were starting to decorate yours because your due date was almost here. All you needed was a perfect color for the walls, but the ones the lady was showing you were too boring.

“Babe come over here” called Minato a few paces away from you. “I found one you’ll like!” You ran towards him and saw the color he was holding was

“Hokage sama, excuse me but, I don’t think bright orange is an appropriate color for a nursery” said the store attendant.

“It’s perfect! I love it. That’s the one I want, and I’ll bet Naruto will love it too!” You contradicted her.

“Then it’s settled, we’ll be taking this one.” He informed the lady.

You walked out happily with your pots of paint and spent all afternoon listening to music and painting the walls with your husband. The next day he brought home a few plants and placed them under the window of the nursery. You painted little suns and stars all along the walls. Satisfied with your work, you looked around the room and knew, Naruto was going to be the happiest baby here.

Minato and you finally get some sleep

After an evening of crying nonstop and throwing things, food, toys, you name it, you were finally able to put Naruto down for the night. The blond baby looked so angelic while sleeping, however, achieving that was hard with your little monster. You spent an hour on the rocking chair trying to get him to calm down, while Minato finished the household chores you two barely had time to do anymore. When you finally placed Naruto on his crib you quietly got out of the room.

“I think we’re good now” you whispered to your husband.

His face, equally tired as yours, lit up. He immediately dropped everything and went with you to your bedroom. You both fell on the bed between lazy kisses and soft caresses.

“My gorgeous princess, I’ve missed having you to myself”

You two cuddled in bed, trying to get the rest you so desperately needed. Plus, Minato needed it too, he was splitting his time between Hokage duties and dad/husband duties. He was doing amazingly though, you were living a dream.

Cooking for Naruto

“I know it’s not as good as Daddy’s but you have to eat it” you pleaded to your 6 month old baby as if he could understand what you were saying. “He’s running late tonight and you have no choice but to eat my cooking”

It was the fifth time your blond child spit out the applesauce you made him. The worst thing was, you understood him. You couldn’t compete with Minato’s cooking, but he’d been stalled at the Hokage’s office and you had to make dinner for your baby tonight. You’d never thought making baby food would be this hard, all the other moms made it, but honestly you couldn’t get yours to taste good.

You tried and tried to make it, but somehow you always cut your fingers while chopping vegetables, made it too salty, or too sweet, or without enough flavor, or the texture was weird. But Minato, he worked wonders. He made it seem like it was the easiest thing in the world. Chop, blend, cook, done! And it always tasted good. Naruto ate every last bit, but tonight he was stuck with you, his mother who couldn’t cook.

Naruto cried because he was hungry, and it pierced your heart.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry I can’t cook better.” Giving up, you gave him a few store bought biscuits for babies, so he would at least have something in his little belly. You sat in front of him, and out of nowhere, tears started running down your face.

Then the front door opened and your husband rushed to your side.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” He asked picking up your baby with one arm and wiping your tears with the other.

He settled on a chair next to you, and held your hand.

“You can tell me”

“It’s just...  I-I” you sobbed “I’m a terrible mother”

“Why would you say such a thing? You’re wonderful, you’re the most caring woman I’ve ever met. That’s one of the reasons why I married you, you can’t possibly think you’re a bad mother”

“B-But I can’t even feed my own child” you cried, reaching to hug Minato and Naruto for comfort. “I tried, but I can’t cook. And he’s hungry. I’m such a failure.”

Minato stroked the top of your head

“Y/N, cooking is a skill, you can only get good with practice, and you barely started doing it. Give yourself a chance. I bet you’ll be amazing when he grows up. Besides, you can’t judge your parenting ability by your cooking skills. You’re still an amazing mother. Now take the baby while I cook you both something good, yeah?”

You wiped your tears and nodded with a weak smile.

“I’ve got your back, remember we’re in this together”

The best babysitter

Your husband sat behind his desk drowning with the day’s work, when he heard a knock on the door. Kakashi “Thank you for coming, it’s good to see you. I have an S-Rank mission for you” said Minato to his student. “It’s utterly important that you do it and I can’t trust anyone else ”

“I’ll do my best, sensei” replied Kakashi

“It’s outside of ANBU, so you can take off your mask” Kakashi did as he was told and Minato flashed him a big grin.

“I need you to babysit Naruto tonight. Y/N has been working nonstop with the baby and I’m going to take her out for a date, she deserves it”

Kakashi’s shock was visible, but Minato knew he’d do the job better than anyone.

Kakashi arrived to your home surprisingly early and told you to dress up because Minato would be picking you up in a few moments.

The evening was perfect, simple, yet beautiful, just how you liked it. Your husband took you then to your favorite restaurant, and afterwards you had a romantic walk through Konoha’s calm streets.

“Do you think they’re alright?” You asked Minato.

“I bet they’re doing just fine”

“I don’t want to get home too late, because Kakashi is a kid too and he needs some sleep.”

You’re so thankful that your husband got you out tonight. It had been a while since you had the chance to enjoy yourselves like that. You wrap up your lovely evening an hour later and head home, still a good enough time for a kid to get sleep.

When you arrive, you see the most heartwarming scene. Kakashi has Naruto in his arms and is singing a lullaby to him. You gently take your baby from Kakashi, and place him in his crib. Then you lead Kakashi to your guest room, and force him to sleep too. You know how much he’s been through, but Minato and you have taken it upon yourselves to be the family he so desperately needs.

[catboy-syrup]

Alright so I finished my nonsensical family tree type thing that I have (excluding my fankids cause I didn’t have enough space for them on the tree)

Some other headcanons/ideas I have for the family

- Millenial tree is Pangender Pansexual and uses any pronouns but mainly he/him

- Dark Enchantress is an Agendered Asexual Biromantic who uses They/them and it’s/its, but won’t get mad if you use she/her

- White Lilly cookie is a Demigirl lesbian who uses she/her

- Pomgranate cookie is a polyamorous transgirl lesbian who uses she/her, and is in an open relationship princess cookie (who is her only partner as of now) right now who is a cisgender bisexual who uses she/cute. They don’t plan on having children anytime soon, but they do know that theyu’ll need an heir to Princesses throne. Maybe they’ll steal a kid from Birthday ands Licorice

- Windarcher is a cisgender aro spec asexual who uses either no pronouns or they/them aux

- Churro is currently questioning is gender and sexuality but doesn’t plan on disclosing it anytime soon

- Red Velvet is a bigendered gay man who uses mainly he/she, but they/them also works

- Licorice is a cisgender bisexual man who uses he/dead, who is dating Birthday Cake Cookie, a Fem presenting genderfluid pansexual who uses mainly she/her, but they/he is fine,

- Birthday Cake and Licorice adopted Strawberry cream cause they wanted kids, saw them, and was like “sick, free kid”. Strawberry and Custard were just bonus kids cause I headcanon Strawberry crepe and Strawberry to be siblings (cause Yaknow, they both strawberry themed), and Custard is like, Strawberry Crepes best friend (somehow).

- Strawberry crepe is a Demiboy who is most likely AroAce but is still questioning, and uses he/bit. Strawberry cookie is his fraternal twin sister.

- Strawberry cookie is a transgirl biromantic lesbian who uses She/Sweet. Strawberry Crepe is her fraternal twin.

- Custard hasn’t got to thinking about that stuff yet and really does not care at all, but is very support of anyone who has figured that out. Somehow became Bestfriends with Strawberry Crepe cookie

- ok, so basically, to explain the Dark Enchantress and White Lily sibling thing, my brain went “bro, what if they were identical twin, both found out about what cookies were created for at the exact same time, and both wanted to go separate paths with that information” and I fucking ran with it.

- Dark Enchantress and White Lily haven’t spoken to eachother sense then, and don’t plan on speaking anytime in the future, but hey someday these kids are gonna wanna know if they have any family besides eachother, and dark enchantress can only lie to them for so long.

- Dark Enchantress saw Red Velvet and Licorice and went “Sick, free kids” and straight up stole them, it appears to run in the family seeing as Licorice and birthday did the same thing with their kids.

- except Millennial did not know about this, he didn’t mind, but he would’ve also likes a warning before he came to their secret little family house. And found two more kids that weren’t there before.

- Dark Enchantress would’ve done this with the rest of her followers out of impulse, but Millennial Tree decided to become her impulse control before she could. Plus Licorice beat her to adopting strawberry crepe before she’s had the chance to adopt him.

- Dark enchantress and Millennial tree have sort of a, morticia/Gomez type relationship, where they are probably the most functional couple you’ll ever see, and it makes no sense. They also see the whole “light vs dark thing” as a whole cute competition, where the loser has to join the winners side, lots of light teasing when it’s just to themselves and their family.

- the kids on the other hand, literally the least functional set of siblings you’d ever met, always at eachothers throats for the most stupidest of shit,and their parents are like “yep we literally chose this life so we can’t complain”.

- Crepe doesn’t spend much time with strawberry (cause he thinks that she’s kinda a wuss) but does try to keep her company sometimes.

- Custard is confused on his new family but holy shit he’s now technically related to literal gods, he’s not complaining.

- Pomegranate is constantly threatening licorice that she’ll “steal his girl and take the kids” and he is genuinely scared that she will, cause she can. She holds that power over him.

- Licorice and Birthday are also a functional couple but like, in the functional of just “OMG I FUCKIGN LIVE MY GORLFIRND SHE’S THE BEST” and Birthday is just like “I’m very sorry about my boyfriend, he doesn’t mean any harm but he does do this every time he sees me”

- Red Velvet and Churro did not want to be apart of this family in the first place, but hey, as long as no one tries to kill them, they’ll come over to the family dinners.

- Red Velvet thinks he might be connected to Birthday in some way cause of the whole cake thing???? But like, he feels too unsure of it to bring up her ever cause they’re so different, there’s no way they could be connected at all.

- Wind Archer and Churro tend to bond over the fact that the rest of their family use chaotic ands horrible and they wish they were never born into it sometimes.

That’s all I really have tbh, but uuuuuh, if you want you can ask questions about this whole family tree thing and I’m sure I can wrack something up in my brain. Or even better suggest things that you think might work in the au, any other connections/relations, any just general ideas. I’m just, thinking about this au a lot so like, talk to me about it.

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

give us your version of alyssa targaryen, daughter of jaehaerys and alysanne. because i'm just picturing a tomboy dragon-rider princess who takes up her aunt rhaena's legacy of taking pretty girls on dragon rides and that's way better than the girl brainwashed into becoming a valyrian tradwife that f&b gave us. alysanne still arranges a marriage between baelon and alyssa because she thinks their closeness hints at feelings for one another but baelon is just venting about his psychosexual feelings for aemon at alyssa.

Honestly this does sum up a decent amount of what I would’ve liked Alyssa to have been in f&b! Because before they talk about her getting married and basically giving her life over to her brother-husband, she did have some personality traits I personally think were pretty interesting for an eldest princess to have; bawdy, boyish, intimidating but seemingly protective of her little sisters- I just wish that they did more with that (and make her a lesbian too), instead of having her do a 180 and become a tradwife yaknow?

In my mind Alyssa does stay the same pre-marriage, but have her be more of a terror for her parents. Have her be arrogant, convinced she can get away with anything and so does ridiculous shit about it. Have her bring girls from the city to the red keep (just like her grandkid baela <3) have her fight with her parents over the shitty decisions they make for their daughters, honestly have her bond more with meleys!

Ultimately in this silly little au she isn’t really in love with Baelon and the feeling’s mutual because he has a thing for their brother, but I think no matter what they’d still be pressured to have a kid or two aka Viserys and Daemon still exist. Unfortunately. In any case Alyssa struggles to bond with her sons but does care for them a lot, and does ultimately stand with Baelon and then Viserys during the inevitable succession crisis, no matter what her personal opinions would’ve been so…… yippee 😔

[vmbrellacademics]

Diego Having a Daughter

diego hargreeves x reader

Masterlist

- first of all, he loses his shit when you tell him you’re pregnant

- and when you find out it’s a girl

- he’s on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kisses your belly

- he’s the best partner for going through a pregnancy. THE most attentive and protective

- …...though he can be overzealous

- “What do you need? Should I buy ten pounds of [insert your fave snack]?”

- “I’m stabbing the next person that looks at you for too long. People should be used to seeing a pregnant belly”

- “We gotta babyproof the house! I’ll get bubble wrap.”

- he vows to throw away all his knives but you talk him out of it

- when it’s time for the birth, he brings you to the hospital as SOON as contractions start

- and he threatens every person who walks in the room, even if it’s a doctor

- he holds your hand (aka lets you death-grip his), dries your tears, and encourages you every step of the way

- over the screeching cries of your newborn you can hear Diego whisper “she’s so beautiful”

- and him holding her for the first time is the most glorious sight in the whole world: he cradles her so delicately, can’t stop smiling, and is whispering endless sweet things to her darling little face

- as new parents, he wants to be at your side for every moment to help out

- you have to convince him that it’s better for him to sleep while y’all take turns with nighttime feedings, changing diapers, etc

- “But I wanna see her all the time” *cue those big googly eyes*

- also: whatever you name your lovely daughter, forget it

- Diego calls her Princess. period. that’s it.

- “Good morning, princess!”

- “You’re extra hungry today, princess”

- “C’mon princess, we gotta run errands so mama can sleep”

- he called you “mama” as a pet name before but now it means so much more :’)

- every time she cries he tries to fix it, even if she’s just crying because yaknow she’s a baby

- your daughter ADORES Diego. they have an unmatched bond and she loves to just squish his cheeks or lay on his shoulder

- and if you think the other Hargreeves siblings aren’t fully involved in your daughter’s life, you’re wrong

- she cackles in delight whenever she sees Luther and he lets her pull on his nose and ears to her little heart’s content

- he’s also the best at tossing her in the air, but he has to do that when Diego’s out of the room

- Allison was a gem with helping you prepare for your pregnancy and a newborn and has all the best tips that you can’t find in a book or magazine

- and she buys the most on-point outfits

- like, your daughter has a better matching shoe\hat\handbag collection than you do

- she also knows the importance of a “new mommy mental health day”

- Klaus is a hands-down favorite for your daughter

- he talks to her like she’s a whole adult and she hangs on his every word (and every strand of his hair that she can get her little hands on)

- Klaus also constantly teases Diego about how he’s going to corrupt your daughter as soon as she’s older — her language, her style, anything that makes Diego smile and shake his head (and vehemently threaten Klaus later)

- Five is nothing but nurturing to your daughter, even if he still gives Diego a hard time about, well, everything

- somehow he knows how to rock her straight to sleep. if he holds her for more than a few minutes she just passes out

- however when you offer to put her in her crib, Five firmly says no and keeps her in his arms

- Ben is the one that figures out that your daughter is basically a genius

- she picks up on things wicked fast, especially if he’s the one showing her around

- Ben teaches her how to make faces and sounds and even gets her to say her first word in the presence of both you and Diego

- Ben’s holding her and points across the room to Diego and asks “who’s that?”

- “Dada!” she cries, and Diego has to sit down to avoid passing out

- Vanya is afraid she’ll hurt your daughter because she’s an infant, so you sit right next to her to help out

- you take turns holding her, feeding her, and eventually after enough games of peek-a-boo Vanya is a natural

- you and Diego obviously make an attractive couple but his siblings are still in awe of how beautiful the baby is

- but even if only Vanya expresses it, no one is surprised that Diego’s a great dad because that protective family nature makes him a natural

- Doting Father doesn’t even begin to describe Diego

- you often find yourself saying “baby, she doesn’t need another toy”

- he’ll look at you like you’re insane, “yeah she does”

- Diego is so very involved in your daughter’s life (because he wants to and because he’s overcompensating for Reggie’s lack of parenting, but that’s sad to think about)

- and he’s great at all sorts of parenting, from dressing both him and your daughter up in glittery pink outfits to playing outside even when it’s muddy

- as soon as she’s old enough, he carries her up on his shoulders everywhere y’all go to show her the world

- and while bonding with his daughter is unmatched bliss, his absolute favorite moments are when he has both you and her tucked in his arms just enjoying each other’s company

- that’s when it really hits him that he’s the luckiest man in the world