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Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Seventy-Six

In the late afternoon, just outside of Harrenhall, a small lavender field bloomed in all its glory. The air was infused with the delicate fragrance of lavender, carried by a gentle breeze that rustled through the rows of purple blooms. Bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower, collecting nectar as the sun cast a warm golden hue over the scene. The lavender plants stood tall and proud, their slender stems adorned with clusters of vibrant purple flowers that swayed gracefully in the breeze. Each bloom seemed to dance in the sunlight, their petals glistening with dewdrops from the morning's light rain.

As Maera walked with Ser Arryk through the flowers, the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the scene, illuminating the rows of purple blooms. With a basket in hand, they strolled leisurely along the fragrant pathways, surrounded by the soothing scent of lavender. Just an hour before, Maera had visited Maester Cain to check on her pregnancy, relieved to hear that all was progressing as it should. The Maester had assured her that the babe was growing steadily and that there were no signs of complications.

He had recommended using lavender oil for its soothing properties and to promote relaxation, which had led Maera to decide on a walk to the lavender field. Wandering among the flowers, Maera plucked a few stems of lavender, carefully placing them in her basket whilst chatting animatedly to her protector about the morning’s meeting.

"You should have seen her face," she chuckled to the knight, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not a single soul in the room supported her idea of sending me back to the capital."

Ser Arryk's smile mirrored Maera's joy as he listened to her recount the events. "Would it be too bold of me to suggest that the Prince has finally grown a pair?" he quipped sarcastically, his tone teasing.

Maera gasped in mock astonishment, playing along with the banter. "Why, yes, Ser, I do believe it would be," she replied with exaggerated surprise, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Then I shall refrain from saying it," Ser Arryk declared with a laugh, the sound echoing through the tranquil surroundings as the two shared a moment of lighthearted camaraderie.

As Maera bent down to pick another stem of lavender, she was interrupted by Ser Arryk's voice, his tone suddenly serious. "Princess," he uttered, his gaze fixed on something across the field.

Puzzled, Maera straightened up, her hand instinctively resting on her growing bump as she followed her protector's gaze. Across the field, she spotted Alys amidst the blossoms, her figure hunched over as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Good, Maera thought. For all the pain and suffering the witch had caused, finally it was being reflected back to her. And yet… the Princess was unsure if it was due to her own pregnant state, or concern for the child within Alys’s womb, but something compelled her to go over to her.

With Ser Arryk close by her side, she called out to the weeping witch, her firm voice cutting through the somber air. "Do not cry so, Alys," she urged, her steps careful as she navigated through the fragrant lavender blooms. "It is not good for the child."

When Maera finally reached Alys's side, she observed the tears upon the witch's reddened face, her gaze drifting down to the prominent swell of Alys's pregnancy bump beneath her faded green dress. Despite her emotional state, Alys offered a quiet acknowledgment of Maera's presence with a subdued "Princess."

Sensing the tension in the air, Maera broke the awkward silence, her tone both empathetic and assertive. "You're upset because of the meeting this morning," she observed, her words carrying a subtle hint of triumph. "The Lords and my husband would never have supported your idea. My place is by my husband's side, and that will never change."

Although it may have been somewhat cruel to confront Alys so directly, Maera knew it was necessary to assert her position. However, when Alys remained silent in response, Maera sighed softly, her expression softening with a hint of compassion. "How are you faring? The child, I mean," she inquired, gesturing delicately towards Alys's swollen stomach, her concern genuine despite their strained relationship.

The witch wiped her eyes on her sleeve before offering a subdued reply, her voice tinged with weariness. "The Maester says a few more weeks, then he will be here."

Maera couldn't help but roll her eyes at Alys's insistence on referring to her unborn child as a "he," knowing full well that such knowledge couldn't possibly be accurate. The delusion stemming from Alys's supposed prophecies frustrated Maera to no end. The witch then attempted to stand but struggled due to her advanced pregnancy. Maera glanced at Ser Arryk, his hazel eyes staring back at her as they exchanged a knowing look. Despite her reservations, Maera nodded, and the knight stepped forward, offering his arm to help the heavily pregnant witch to her feet.

As Alys rose to her feet, she gestured towards the field of lavender surrounding them, her voice carrying a tone of authority. "The lavender will help you ward off any infections and prepare you for the pain of labor," she advised Maera, her hand instinctively moving to her own swollen belly. "At this stage, the plant is also known to induce labor. At least it did for my other children."

Maera and Alys began to walk side by side among the fragrant flowers, Ser Arryk steadfastly at Maera's side. Despite the unusual camaraderie between the women for the moment, there lingered an unspoken tension between the princess and her protector, both sharing suspicions about the witch's intentions, even in her current state of distress.

As they walked through the lavender field, Maera couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the scent of lavender reminding her of the birthing rituals her stepmothers performed using the flowers. Memories of Rain House flooded her mind—the stormy weather, the laughter of her younger siblings echoing through the halls. Despite the turmoil of war, Maera longed for the comfort of her family’s home. She made a silent vow to visit them once the conflict had ended, curious to see how her younger siblings would react to her dragon companion.

Lost in her thoughts, Maera momentarily forgot about Alys's presence beside her until she re-focused on their conversation. It occurred to her that Alys had been a wet-nurse, but she hadn't made the connection that the woman was also a mother herself. Alys didn't strike Maera as a maternal figure, so she found herself curious about her companion's experience with motherhood.

In an effort to ease the awkward atmosphere, Maera initiated conversation. "How many children do you have?" she inquired, her voice softening with genuine curiosity.

A note of sadness crept into Alys's reply as she spoke of her past. "I had four," she confessed, her gaze momentarily clouded with sorrow. "But none of them lived. Each were stillborn."

The weight of Alys's words hung heavily in the air, stifling further conversation. It was Alys who eventually broke the silence, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "You are most fortunate, Princess," she remarked sadly.

Maera's response was swift, her frustration evident in her retort. "Fortunate?" she scoffed, her head shaking in disbelief. "I am here walking with my husband's whore, who is also carrying his child. How is that fortunate?" Her words dripped with bitterness as she grappled with the complex emotions swirling within her.

"You are high-born," Alys declared, her demeanor unwavering despite Maera's evident disdain. "Your child will receive the best care and live a healthy life." Maera remained silent as the witch pressed on, her tone taking on a softer, more contemplative quality. "Your status gives you power, Princess," she insisted, her gaze steady as she met Maera's eyes.

With a resigned sigh, Maera admitted, "It is a gilded cage," her hand drifting instinctively to her pregnancy bump as the child within stirred.

As they walked, Alys came to a sudden halt, causing Maera to pause and regard her with curiosity. "Low-born women have little options, particularly bastards," Alys explained, her words tinged with a hint of bitterness. "You do not have to sell your body or talents to gain some semblance of power. It is born within you."

This was true- low-born women had few prospects in life, often at the mercy of their circumstances. And though Alys spoke of lack of power, her words struck a chord with Maera, but in a different way than perhaps intended.

Despite her highborn status, Maera had felt utterly powerless in the face of Alys’s manipulation and promise of prophecy. The witch’s influence, bolstered by her supposed visions, had cast a shadow over Maera’s life, leaving her feeling vulnerable and disregarded by her own husband. It was a bitter realization that even those with privilege could be at the mercy of those who wielded power in subtler ways.

While she could understand the challenges Alys had faced, she refused to let the witch’s victimhood diminish her judgment of Alys’s character. The resentment and mistrust Maera harbored for Alys ran deep, and no amount of sympathy for her past could erase the harm she had caused.

"I have never felt more powerless in my life than being here," Maera sneered, her frustration palpable.

Alys chuckled softly, her laughter tinged with a hint of irony. "You wish to talk of powerlessness?" she retorted, her gaze unwavering. "I came to be because a Lord of House Strong raped my mother." Maera blinked in surprise at Alys's revelation, her resolve faltering slightly in the face of the witch's vulnerability. Yet Alys pressed on, her voice filled with quiet determination. "My children came to be because the Lords of House Strong forced themselves upon me too.”

The Princess froze, that familiar sense of dread gnawing at her insides. It was a sensation she knew all too well—the icy grip of fear that tightened her chest and sent shivers down her spine. Memories of her own encounter with Aegon came flooding back, vivid and unwelcome—the crushing weight of Aegon's strength as he pinned her down, the sound of her own desperate pleas falling on deaf ears, and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness that had consumed her.

Glancing at Ser Arryk, Maera was reminded of the pivotal role he had played in her life. It was his intervention that had saved her from a fate she dared not imagine. The witch’s declaration hit home and Maera began to struggle to maintain her composure, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her cloak as she listened to Alys’s anguished confession.

"But that was not the worst of it," Alys continued, her voice thick with emotion. "After losing each of my babies, I was forced to feed the nobles' children," Alys revealed, her tone heavy with anguish. "You cannot imagine the pain. How your body cries out for its child while you provide their milk to a stranger in your arms!"

The story Alys painted was too difficult to even think about. The love Maera already felt for her unborn child surged within her, and the thought of losing that child whilst having to care for another was crushing. Despite her loathing of the witch , Maera couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the woman before her.

The intensity of her own pregnancy had perhaps softened her resolve, allowing her to recognise that they both had something in common- they loved their children. Tears threatened to spill from Maera's eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure, her lips pressed tightly together in a silent show of strength.

Rubbing her stomach tenderly, the witch continued, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "The Gods promised me a child one day, a child of great importance. And here he is, almost ready to be born." Her gaze locked with Maera's, burning with a fierce intensity. "But the Gods' path is being desecrated, and I fear I will lose another child."

"Enough," the Princess interjected firmly, her voice cutting through the emotional turmoil.

Maera was no monster. The struggles and hardships Alys had endured were undeniable, and it was clear that she had fought tooth and nail to ascend to her current position of power. Maera couldn’t help but sympathize with the pain and desperation that must have driven Alys’s actions. The child in her belly was innocent as well, and had not asked for any of this. The babe was probably like a beacon of hope to the witch, her chance to a mother once again.

However, Maera also recognized the inherent danger in Alys’s lack of attachment to what was happening around her. With nothing left to lose, Alys posed a significant threat, capable of unpredictable and potentially destructive behavior. And as dreadful as everything Alys had been through must have been, it did not excuse what she had done and the choices she made.

And though moved by Alys’s story, Maera remained steadfast in her determination to assert her own position of authority, not only for herself but also for the sake of her trueborn child. She couldn’t afford to appear weak or vulnerable, especially in the face of someone as unpredictable as a witch.

"Your child is a bastard, nothing will change that. My husband will not legitimize them, nor give them the dragon egg we found." Alys swallowed a sob, her features contorted in a mixture of grief and resignation. Maera let out a heavy sigh, her own heart weighed down by the weight of the conversation. "But your child will be provided for, and never go hungry or sick," she promised, her voice softening with empathy as she placed a comforting hand on Alys's arm. "I swear this to you." The witch did not reply, instead sniffling and nodding in response, acknowledging the Princess’s vow to her.

As Alys and Maera reached the end of the lavender field, the tension between them lingered in the air, but there was a newfound complexity to their dynamic. Alys offered a small curtsy before they parted ways, leaving behind a sense of unresolved tension mingled with a hint of mutual understanding. Walking with her basket of lavender and Ser Arryk by her side, Maera found herself reflecting on her conversation with Alys. Despite the lingering tension, Maera couldn't deny that she now had a deeper insight into what drove the witch's actions, and to comprehend the motivations of one’s enemy was a valuable insight.

On that quiet night at Harrenhall, the castle seemed to hold its breath, enveloped in a serene stillness that draped over the ancient stone walls like a comforting blanket. The moon hung high in the sky, its soft silver light filtering through the windows to cast gentle patterns on the polished floors. Within the chambers, the air was hushed, disturbed only by the faint crackle of the dwindling hearth and the occasional rustle of fabric as the night breeze whispered through the curtains. Shadows danced silently across the walls, painting fleeting images that seemed to sway with the rhythm of the night.

Nestled against her husband’s chest, Maera’s breathing was slow and steady, her features softened in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Aemond’s arm draped around her, offering both warmth and security, as if he were a steadfast shield against the uncertainties of the world. Beneath the surface, the child in Maera’s belly seemed to rest as well, its movements gentle and subdued, lulled by the soothing rhythm of its mother's heartbeat. In that moment, all was calm and still, as if the world itself had paused to catch its breath.

As the peaceful silence of the night enveloped the chamber, it was abruptly shattered by a sudden commotion echoing from the corridor outside. The tranquil atmosphere was shattered by the clamor of men shouting, the sharp sound of blades being unsheathed, and the resounding banging against the heavy wooden door.

Aemond's senses sharpened in an instant, his instincts roused by the unexpected disturbance. With a jolt, he sat bolt upright in bed, his movements swift and decisive. The sudden motion startled Maera awake, her eyes snapping open in alarm as she grasped the gravity of the situation. In the dim light of the chamber, Aemond's hand darted beneath the bed, fingers closing around the hilt of his sword with practiced ease. With a determined grip, he withdrew the weapon, the glint of steel reflecting the urgency etched on his features.

Wide-eyed and alert, Maera shifted closer to Aemond, her heart pounding in her chest as they both fixed their gaze on the door, anticipation mounting with each passing second. The sound of running footsteps drawing nearer only served to heighten the tension, their presence an ominous harbinger of the danger lurking just beyond the threshold.

With a thunderous crash, the door burst open, sending Maera's heart into a frantic rhythm as she braced herself for whatever threat awaited on the other side. Relief washed over her as she recognized Ser Arryk's familiar figure entering the chamber, his presence momentarily easing the tension coiled within her.

“My apologies my Prince, Princess. But we have a situation.”

Her breath caught in her throat as Maera listened intently to Ser Arryk's words, the gravity of the situation dawning upon her with each passing moment. The panic etched on the knight's face and the urgency in his voice shattered the fleeting sense of relief, signaling that something was gravely amiss.

Without hesitation, Aemond sprang into action, his movements swift and purposeful as he hastily donned his tunic, pants, and boots. With sword in hand, he wasted no time in leaving the room, his departure leaving Maera with a sense of helplessness as she watched him vanish into the darkness beyond.

Restless and unsettled, Maera found herself unable to find solace in sleep after the harrowing interruption to their peaceful night. With a heavy sigh, she slipped out of bed, the soft fabric of her nightgown enveloping her as she moved with a sense of urgency. Pulling on her black robe for warmth, she made her way to the hearth, drawn to the comforting glow of the dwindling flames.

With a furrowed brow, Maera tended to the fire, adding more wood to stoke the flames and bring renewed warmth to the room. As the crackling fire grew brighter, Maera settled into a chair before the hearth, her thoughts consumed by the tumultuous events unfolding outside their door. Anxiety gnawed at her insides as she contemplated the cause of the commotion that had shattered the tranquility of their night. The uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind, fueling a sense of unease that refused to be quelled by the flickering flames before her.

Maera’s gaze drifted to the iron pot nestled next to the flames, cradling the large black and green dragon egg above the hot coals. The sight of the egg, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, stirred a mix of hope and trepidation within her heart. She pondered the uncertain fate of the egg as half of them never hatch, she reminded herself, a sobering reality that tempered her optimism.

Alys’s vision of Aemond’s future son as a dragon rider lingered in her mind, casting a shadow of doubt over the true meaning behind the prophecy. Why would Alys’s child, this supposed son, be the great rider of a dragon? The ambiguity of the vision only added to the uncertainty surrounding their situation. A sense of dread crept over Maera as she contemplated the tangled web of fate and prophecy that seemed to entwine their lives. With Alys’s impending childbirth looming on the horizon, she knew the complexities of their situation would only intensify in the days to come.

“Ooof!”

A sudden sharp kick from the child in her stomach jolted her out of her reverie. She gasped, hand instinctively flying to her belly, before a smile spread across her face as she remembered the source of the sensation. The child’s movements were becoming more pronounced, and Maera couldn’t help but marvel at the tiny feet that seemed to press against her skin from within.

Beneath the fabric of her nightgown, the outline of the child’s movements was visible, a gentle swell indicating each kick. Maera tenderly stroked the spot where the child made its presence known.

“It’s ok. We’re ok,” she whispered, unsure if she was trying to calm the unborn babe, herself, or both. Her gaze shifted to the door, her heart heavy with worry and anticipation. With each passing moment, the uncertainty of the situation outside weighed heavily on her mind.

After some time, the Prince returned, his face etched with rage, causing Maera’s heart to clench with concern. Reacting instinctively, she rose from her chair and moved to his side, reaching out to grasp his arms as he held hers. Their connection was palpable, a silent reassurance amidst the tumultuous emotions swirling around them.

“What has happened?” she inquired softly, her voice laced with apprehension.

Aemond’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with restrained anger. “When you patrolled today, did you see anything out of the ordinary along the border?” he questioned, his tone clipped with urgency.

Maera furrowed her brow in concentration, mentally retracing her steps from earlier. She remembered the tranquility of the Riverlands beneath them as they flew, Ēbrion seemingly at ease without any signs of imminent danger or threats. She remembered the lush green trees, towering mountains and the cloudy sky. On the ground, she remembered tiny dots, which she assumed were people, going about their day. Families travelling, or merchants transporting goods, just as usual.

"No, nothing out of the ordinary," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Aemond nodded curtly before pulling away from Maera's touch, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the hearth. "More of my cunt sister's rats," he muttered under his breath, his words heavy with disdain.

Sensing her husband's agitation, Maera's nerves heightened, her hand instinctively drifting to her pregnant belly. "Aemond, what is going on?" she pressed, her voice trembling with worry.

The Prince turned to face her, his features hardened with resolve. "Men have broken into Harrenhall, planning to assassinate us," he revealed, his tone low and ominous.

Her heart stopped. Fear gripped Maera’s heart like icy tendrils as the gravity of the situation sank in. Men had dared to threaten her husband's life, her own life and by extension, their child's. In that moment, fear and protective instinct surged within Maera. Her own safety took a backseat as her maternal instincts roared to life.

She felt an overwhelming sense of dread for her child's well-being, a fierce determination to shield their unborn babe from harm at any cost. The gravity of the situation sank in, and she swallowed hard, struggling to find her voice amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

"It seems my uncle prefers dishonorable schemes rather than an honest death on the battlefield," Aemond growled bitterly, his fists clenched at his sides as he looked into the flames of the hearth.

With a fierce gleam in her emerald eyes, Maera confronted her husband, her voice laced with tenacity. "Where are they now?" she demanded, her tone sharp and commanding.

Aemond's expression darkened, bitterness coloring his words as he responded, "The guards are escorting them down to the dungeons," he explained, his gaze fixated on the dancing flames before him. "They will be dealt with on the morrow.”

Her resolve unwavering, Maera shook her head adamantly, her determination shining through. "No," she declared firmly, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. Aemond snapped his head up to look at her, confusion etched across his sharp face.

Summoning her strength, Maera closed the distance between them, her gaze never wavering. "Order everyone to wake. We will deal with them now. Together," she commanded, her voice unwavering.

Aemond's gaze softened as he looked at his wife, a silent understanding passing between them. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear before his hand came to rest on her pregnant belly. With a nod of agreement, he turned and strode purposefully out of the room. As her husband departed, Maera rang for her maid, her mind already racing with plans and preparations for what lay ahead.

At the hour of the bat, the once-quiet halls of Harrenhall were abruptly filled with the clamor of hurried footsteps and anxious voices. Every inhabitant, roused from their slumber, was summoned to the main hall by urgent decree, the echo of worried chatter reverberating off the cold, stone walls.

In the flickering light cast by the hearth, a large table was hastily brought forth and positioned at the center of the hall. Seated around it were the members of the war council, their faces drawn with tension and anticipation. At the head of the table sat Maera and Aemond, both clad in resplendent attire of black leather, their expressions stern and unwavering.

The attention of the room was fixed upon the three figures bound in chains, positioned in the middle of the hall under the watchful gaze of armed guards. These men, their faces masked by shadows, were the would-be assassins who had dared to threaten the lives of the Prince and Princess. Despite their predicament, they maintained an air of defiance, their eyes meeting those of Maera and Aemond with a mixture of fear and resentment.

Rising from his seat at the end of the table, the man who had supported Maera in a number of council meetings, Lord Unwin Peake, addressed the assembled crowd with authority. "My Lords and Ladies, people of Harrenhall," he began, his voice carrying across the hall. "There has been a threat to the lives of our Prince and Princess."

With measured steps, Lord Unwin moved to stand beside the first man, kneeling and isolated from the others. He pointed accusatorily. "This man broke into the castle a few hours ago, with the intent of assassination," he declared, his words echoing in the hushed hall.

Then, gesturing towards the two men shackled together, Lord Unwin continued, his voice unwavering. "And these two were waiting for his return on the other side of the Gods Eye, prepared to assist the would-be killer in his escape."

The room erupted into a cacophony of gasps and murmurs as Maera's gaze swept over the trio of assailants, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief. As the clamor subsided, the Lord of House Butterwell rose from his seat, his voice laced with skepticism. "How do we know this was their intention?" he challenged, his words met with murmurs of agreement from some of the onlookers.

It was then that Ser Arryk, the stalwart knight, stepped forward, holding up a small scroll for all to see. The crowd fell silent as they awaited his revelation, tension hanging thick in the air. Ser Arryk presented the parchment to Aemond, who accepted it with a tight grip, his expression darkening with each passing moment. "A written order, in Prince Daemon’s own handwriting. I know it well," Ser Arryk declared loudly, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere of the room.

Aemond's gaze remained fixed on the scroll as he silently read its contents, his breath quickening with each passing word. Maera, sensing his distress, leaned in closer, her voice laced with concern. "What does it say?" she asked, her eyes searching his face for answers. When he didn't respond, she pressed further, her tone growing more urgent. "Aemond?"

Ignoring her, Aemond pushed the scroll away, his jaw clenched with barely contained rage. Without a word to her, he moved to address the assassins, but before he could speak, Maera rose from her seat with a determined expression. The scrape of her chair against the floor echoed through the hall as she reached for the scroll, her hands shaking slightly with emotion.

Unfurling the scroll, Maera read its contents aloud, her voice steady despite the horror of the words she spoke. "An eye for an eye, a son for a son," she began, the weight of each syllable hanging heavy in the air. “Carve…” She stopped, the words catching in her throat at the sheer brutality of what she was revealing. She paused briefly, looking around the room. If there were any traitors amongst them that could support the people who wrote the order, Maera hoped the Gods would deliver justice.

Gathering her composure, she cleared her throat before forging ahead, her voice ringing out with authority. "Carve the babe from his whore wife’s belly so that he may feel a fraction of the anguish our rightful Queen felt when Prince Lucerys was taken from her- Daemon Targaryen, King consort."

The hall erupted in a cacophony of outrage and disbelief, the shock and horror evident on the faces of those gathered. Guards rushed to contain the chaos, grappling with onlookers who attempted to reach the assassins, their shouts and cries filling the air with tension and unrest. Seated amidst the chaos, Maera watched with a mixture of satisfaction and apprehension, knowing that the revelation of the scroll had unleashed a storm that would have far-reaching consequences.

Aemond then stood from his chair, tall and imposing, and the room fell silent. “I shall feed them to Vhagar and Ēbrion myself,” he proclaimed, his voice resonating with determination. As the crowd erupted in cheering, Aemond strode confidently around the table, his words ringing out. "Let these traitors experience firsthand the power of dragons."

Maera sat motionless, her gaze fixed ahead as a numbing sensation washed over her, a stark contrast to the heightened emotions that had gripped her moments before. Amidst the gruesome details outlined in the scroll and the chilling realization of the peril she had narrowly escaped, she found herself overwhelmed.

She watched as the guards attempted to pull the three men away, their faces twisted in fear. In the midst of her turmoil, Maera’s attention was drawn to one of the two men who would aid in the escape of the assassin, his desperate gaze locking with hers. He appeared no older than herself, with short auburn hair and pleading blue eyes. It struck her deeply that this man, a stranger to her, had conspired to end her life.

As the guards began to drag him away by his chains, the young man called to her. "I plead mercy, Princess," he cried out, desperation evident in his voice.

Aemond's expression darkened as he approached the man, seizing him by the hair and forcing him to meet his gaze. "Mercy? And what makes you think you deserve that, hmm?" he growled, his voice dripping with contempt.

Despite Aemond's intimidating presence, the young man managed to divert his gaze to Maera once more. "I am wed to your sister Wynnifrid," he confessed, his voice trembling with fear.

The Prince glanced at Maera, who was now alert and staring right back at the red-haired man. Wynni. Gods, Wynni. A thousand memories of her little sister stirred in her head, memories of a sister she had not seen nor heard from in what felt like an eternity. Reacting on impulse, Maera raised her arm to halt the guards from dragging the men away.

The room fell into an eerie silence as Maera left her seat, a determined yet composed figure amidst the tension. With measured steps, she navigated around the lengthy table, her demeanor exuding an air of regal poise. Despite the turmoil roiling within her, Maera maintained an emotionless facade, her hand resting protectively on her swollen belly as she advanced.

As Maera approached the assailants, her presence commanded attention. The onlookers watched in muted anticipation, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. Without a word, Maera halted before the man who had called out to her, her gaze piercing yet inscrutable.

The one-eyed Prince forcefully threw the man on the floor before Maera, the sound of the chains binding him clinking as they hit the stone floor. Aemond’s expression was resolute, his features etched with disdain for those who had threatened his family. Standing by his wife's side, Aemond stood as a formidable presence, a silent sentinel guarding Maera against any further harm.

"You are Lord Tarly," Maera stated evenly, her voice betraying no emotion.

The young man, now identified as Alan Tarly, nodded, his eyes pleading for clemency. "Please, I beg you. Release me, I will tell you everything I know," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

Maera stood over the man, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Doubt gnawed at her, questioning the authenticity of his claims. Was this a desperate attempt to elicit sympathy? A ruse to manipulate her emotions? Yet, beneath the layers of suspicion, a flicker of longing emerged—the longing for her sister.

Ser Adrian Tarbeck's voice cut through the tension in the hall, his accusation directed at Lord Alan Tarly. "Your House has just turned cloak, have you not? Why should we believe a word you say?" he challenged, his tone laced with skepticism.

Lord Alan Tarly's voice quivered as ignored the comment and looked up at Maera, his revelation catching her off guard. "Wynni is with child," he muttered, his words sending a shock through her.

The revelation struck Maera like a blow to the chest. Wynni, pregnant? The realization pierced her heart, stirring a tumult of anguish and regret. She hadn’t heard from her sister in ages, hadn’t known if Wynni’s marriage was one of happiness or sorrow. And now, to learn that Wynni was to become a mother, it was a revelation too overwhelming to comprehend.

The Princess took a deep breath to steady herself as she saw the man kneeling before her shaking his head. "I should never have agreed to be part of this plot. Never. I thought I was doing right by my House," he confessed, tears welling in his blue eyes.

Aemond scoffed with disdain, his voice laced with mockery as he addressed the assembled crowd. "Doing right by your House," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust. "Behold, my Lords, what Rhaenyra will do to take power."

Maera fixed her gaze on Lord Alan, her expression steely as she urged him to speak. "Start talking," she demanded, her patience wearing thin. Leaning closer to him, she delivered a warning in a low voice. "I am a lot less desperate than you are in this moment."

Lord Alan hesitated, casting nervous glances around the room before finally speaking up for all to hear. "The Queen has enlisted the help of Targaryen bastards, promising knighthood and wealth when the war is over," he revealed, prompting exchanged glances between Maera and Aemond. "She will use them to fly the riderless dragons and win the throne.”

As news of Rhaenyra’s plan sank in, Aemond's expression darkened, his frown etched deep upon his face. With a heavy heart, he stepped away from Maera, his mind undoubtedly consumed by the implications of this newfound knowledge.

Maera's gaze followed her husband, sensing the weight of his thoughts. The numbers didn't lie—while the Greens boasted five dragons, including the formidable Vhagar and Ēbrion, the Blacks had six, albeit mostly juveniles. Yet, even in their youth, these dragons possessed formidable power.

The realization hit Maera like a thunderbolt. She knew all too well the strength of the dragons. There were many known wild dragons on Dragonstone, but also many unknown in the dragonmount, just like Ēbrion. If Rhaenyra had acquired additional riders and dragons, it would tip the scales of the war irreversibly in her favour.

“You cannot win this war,” Lord Alan stated with desperation. But it fell on deaf ears as Maera clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with resolve. She turned to Aemond, seeking strength and solidarity in their shared determination.

With a steely gaze, Maera spoke softly but firmly to her husband, her words resonating with unwavering conviction. “Morghon ondoso zaldrīzes tolī adere.” Death by dragon is too quick.

Aemond’s expression hardened at his wife’s words, a silent agreement passing between them. He moved to once again stand beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos unfolding around them.

Turning his attention to the other two assailants, Aemond issued a harsh decree, his voice cutting through the air with authority. “Those two are to be hung, drawn, and quartered. Let their bodies serve as a warning to all who dare defy House Targaryen and its rightful King.”

The condemned men protested vehemently as they were dragged away, their cries echoing through the hall in vain. Aemond glanced at Maera, searching her face in order to get a glimpse at what she was thinking they should do with her supposed brother-in-law.

The Princess bent down again, her gaze softening momentarily as she addressed Lord Alan, her concern for her sister evident in her voice. "Is my sister well?"

Lord Alan nodded eagerly, relief flooding his features. "Very much so, Princess. She is looking forward to becoming a mother," he assured her.

A small smile tugged at Maera's lips as she acknowledged the reassurance. "Thank you, good-brother," she said, her gratitude evident in her tone. With a solemn nod towards her husband, Maera stepped back, her hand instinctively resting on her swollen stomach, a silent reminder of the life growing within her.

Her green eyes remained fixed on Aemond as he unsheathed his dagger, a glint of steel in the dim light of the hall. In one swift motion, he cut the man's throat, crimson blood spurting forth in a gruesome display. The sound of the body hitting the stone floor echoed through the hall, a grim punctuation to the grim act.

Notes: this was a big chapter so I’ve split it. Alys’s death is coming, don’t fucking worry 🤣 gotta get that lore in though. So chapter seventy-eight we will see the last of the witch. You guys can wait till then it’ll be worth it 😉 also I will not be taking questions about the assassination attempt and if this had anything to do with Alys, I would like to watch you all debate each other in the comments 😏

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Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤

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Dandelion News - August 22-28

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1. Safari park welcomes flamingo chicks

“An animal park has said it is experiencing a "baby boom", including new flamingo chicks that have hatched. Longleat Safari Park in Wiltshire has also recently welcomed rare Amur tiger cubs and an endangered cotton top tamarin monkey baby. [… Flamingos] live 15-20 years in the wild, however in captivity and safe from predators, they can reach ages of 70 years.”

2. Golf clubs fight biodiversity loss

“The project aims to help green-keepers create havens for wildlife, particularly bees and butterflies, as well as introduce mowing methods to protect rare chalk grassland and encourage wildflowers. […] “Clubs doing this are seeing significant increases in pollinators, such as butterflies, without impeding the game."”

3. ‘We’ve got baby owls again’: how farming policy is helping English wildlife

“[In Abby Allen’s] lush Devon fields native cattle graze alongside 400-year-old hedgerows, with birds and butterflies enjoying the species-rich pasture. [… The Environmental Land Management Scheme] pays farmers for things such as planting hedges, sowing wildflowers for birds to feed on and leaving corners of their land wild for nature.”

4. $440 Million to Support Pregnant and New Moms, Infants, and Children through Voluntary Home Visiting Programs

“Through this program […] trained health workers […] provide support on breastfeeding, safe sleep for babies, learning and communications practices that promote early language development, developmental screening, getting children ready to succeed in school, and connecting with key services and resources in the community – like affordable childcare or job and educational opportunities. […] In addition, the [CDC] announced a new investment of $118.5 million, over five years, to 46 states [and] six territories […] to continue building the public health infrastructure to better identify and prevent pregnancy-related deaths.”

5. Endangered leopard frogs released into the wild

“More than a hundred leopard frogs have been released into the wild at Columbia National Wildlife Refuge in Washington state. Leopard frogs are endemic to North America but have been classed as endangered since 1999.”

6. Heat-based batteries are a surprisingly versatile tool

“[T]hermal energy storage [… is] expected to be more cost-effective than conventional lithium-ion batteries for storing cheap clean electricity over longer durations[….] Thermal storage systems take up less space per unit of energy stored than lithium-ion batteries do, [… and] can also deliver their stored energy without the efficiency losses that occur in converting electricity from [AC to DC and back].”

7. Dolly Parton is sending free books to children across 21 states — and around the world

“[In 21 states,] all children under the age of 5 can enroll to have books mailed to their homes monthly. […] Since the program started, books have been sent to more than 240 million to [sic] kids in the U.S., Canada, the United Kingdom, Ireland and Australia.”

8. Biden-Harris Administration Awards $100 Million to Navigators Who Will Help Millions of Americans - Especially in Underserved Communities - Sign Up for Health Coverage

“The grants are part of a commitment of up to $500 million over five years - the longest grant period and financial commitment to date, and a critical boost for recruiting trusted local organizations to better connect with those who often face barriers to obtaining health care coverage. […] Navigators offer free assistance to people exploring health coverage options through HealthCare.gov, from reviewing available plans to assisting with eligibility and enrollment forms, and post-enrollment services such as using their coverage to get care.”

9. ‘Ultra-Accommodating’ Hotel Concept Goes Beyond ADA Accessible

“The property […] will feature wider hallways, larger guest rooms, easy access to elevators and other modifications that exceed the standards required under the [ADA]. Staff will be trained in disability etiquette, how to assist with mobility devices and provide various accommodations ranging from hearing aid loops to sensory-sensitive lighting. […] The location in San Antonio is expected to be the first — not the only one — developed under this concept.”

10. Melbourne zoo welcomes rare southern white rhino calf to the world

“Kipenzi and the new calf have been closely monitored this week, with mother and baby being kept in a secluded area accessible only to keepers while they get to know each other and bond. […] The calf has already been showing a forthright personality, snorting and stomping around his enclosure[….]”

August 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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Jamshedpur Club Hosts Breastfeeding Awareness Program

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tmwcs · 7 months ago

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a heethan version of is he a girl dad or boy dad !!! 😚

Heethan can be both. I feel like if he had a boy and he resembled him, he’d find it adorable. I kind of picture his son (much like heelel and Helan) to carey his excessive yandere traits, but not with mommy reader. I picture his son to grow and be just like him to a girl he’ll meet in college or high school, and heethan will recognize it and just laugh it off. Like if the boy commits his first murder out of love for whoever his darling is, heethan will just be like “aww cute. I remember when I first killed a man for getting too close to your mother.”

Now if it’s a girl, and let’s say she looks like you, he’ll be somewhat protective. Not as much as he is with you bc…you’re number one. I see him teaching his daughter the vital points of the human body and making sure she knows where to strike. “Shoot to kill.” Type of method. He’ll enable and promote for her to be violent bc hit would make him feel a little better, like it’s comforting for him to know that his little mini-you can take care of herself. Bc that leaves more room for him to focus on you. I think heethan would be a good dad, but bc he is so obsessive with you and you’re everything, he might be a little bit neglectful. It wouldn’t matter that his own kids want their mommy, when it comes to you, he is selfish and will limit their mommy time bc “daddy needs mommy.” I would say after they reach the age of two or three, or whenever kids stop breastfeeding, he’ll kind of develop the ‘cut the cord’ vibe. From birth and the first year or so, he’ll really love seeing his baby being nurtured by you, it will make him more feral and possessive. “Yes, that’s my baby inside her. That’s my baby that’s feeding off her. I did that to her. My blood and flesh is living inside her. She is mine.”

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Dandelion has been used for centuries in traditional medicine due to its numerous health benefits. Here are five key ways dandelion heals:

1. *Liver and Kidney Support*: Dandelion acts as a natural diuretic, flushing toxins from the liver and kidneys, and its antioxidants protect the liver from inflammation and oxidative stress.

2. *Nutrient-Rich Superfood*: Dandelion greens are packed with vitamins A, C, and K, and essential minerals like calcium, iron, and potassium, supporting immune health, bone strength, and overall wellness.

3. *Digestive Aid*: Bitter compounds in dandelion greens stimulate digestion, promote a healthy gut, and alleviate indigestion, bloating, and constipation.

4. *Anti-Inflammatory Properties*: Bioactive compounds like polyphenols and flavonoids in dandelions reduce inflammation, potentially easing symptoms of arthritis and other inflammatory conditions.

5. *Blood Sugar Regulation*: Dandelions may help regulate blood sugar and improve insulin sensitivity, benefiting those with diabetes or at risk of developing the condition.

To harness dandelion's healing potential, you can consume it in various ways, such as:

- Adding fresh greens to salads

- Drinking dandelion tea

- Blending greens into smoothies

- Taking supplements (after consulting a healthcare provider)

Remember to start with small amounts and consult a healthcare provider if you have allergies or are pregnant/breastfeeding.

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Today I'm thinking about how Paul would become a cottage core mommy blogger who promotes exclusive breastfeeding until the baby is a toddler, meanwhile John would get mastitis after the first month of trying

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 6 months ago

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My Only Drug

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Four)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, d/s dynamics, top Kells, bottom Dom, subspace, pain, silly boys, control, playful insults, anilingus, blood, biting/marking, dark jokes, bathing, aftercare, handjobs, grinding, ear nibbles, desperation, begging, slight edging, orgasm control, breastfeeding, lactation kink, more sex (seriously they're needy idiots), too soon after birth sex, cuddling, family moments, bets, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Col had forgotten a few things when he promised they had all night. The first was that they were both new parents and hadn't slept well in weeks. The second was that his lover had never bottomed before and certainly hadn't been dropped so deeply before. When Dom didn't seem to want to move or speak on his own after a few minutes Colson eased his cock free and noticed there was more blood than he thought. He'd torn his mate and wasn't sure if it was inside or out. The killer just whimpered at the loss before turning in his arms and cuddling closer, for a moment the omega saw so much of their son in the other man it was shocking. He was so beautiful when he felt peace. The older man just hated how rare it was that he felt it.

“You good?” He promoted and Dom just sighed. He rolled his eyes playfully and poked the boy's nose. “Are you good?” He tried again, he knew it was important to get his bitch cognizant again before they did anything else. He'd never thought deeply about what his lover's brain might do differently with his sociopathy and subspace.

Dom grumbled at the poke, barely opening his eyes and crossing them to follow his dominant’s touch. It made the other man laugh but he wasn't quite sure what the hell was funny. He rarely liked his nose on a good day but Col could do whatever he liked, in the Alpha's mind he felt owned completely and open to anything as long as it was Kells. He could feel a slight burn between his cheeks but mostly he just felt damn good. His mind was blank and fuzzy and for the first time really ever he felt safe.

“If you look at me and move on your own, I'll rim you.” The boss promised, trying another tactic to lure his mate more focused.

Dom tried, he really really did, but it was as if every night of sleeplessness was catching up to him all at once. It wasn't exactly that he was sleepy but he felt raw and small and content. Protected. “You want it, you get it.” He thought he mumbled but he wasn't sure how clearly it came out. His lover just chuckled and shook his head which Dom could only tell because the light behind his eyelids changed. Oh. Oops. He'd closed his eyes again hadn't he?

“You don't get shit until you can ask for it like a big boy.” Col teased, petting the other’s hair back from his face. He wouldn't say that the kid looked like a damn angel, he wasn't that fucking cheesey. Absolutely not. “Come on. We're gonna take a bath. You're a mess.”

“Says squishy.”

Kells blinked a few times but as he moved back to stand his knees did squish in the towel under them. He couldn't say anything against the joke but he was still surprised by it. Sure they called each other every name in the book- sarcasm and insults were his love language, but that one felt a bit juvenile and cute. He supposed it was the best Dom could do under the circumstances. “Come on bitch.” He huffed, standing up and pulling his lover up on his feet. The Alpha's legs were still jello though so he had to keep him supported as they made their way into the bathroom. He tried to ease the boy onto the counter but Dom jumped the moment his ass was resting on it. “Alright, sorry baby. Lean against it for me?” He hummed and thankfully the killer obeyed.

Dominic tried to watch what his mate was doing but he couldn't seem to follow. He just wanted to close his eyes and slip into the floor but when he tried the other man rushed back to catch him and keep him up. Why wouldn't Col just let him drift?

The omega watched his partner closely as he started a bath in his oversized tub. It was a special order whirlpool he'd gotten installed when he moved in. For all his posturing he loved a good soak and regular sized ones had never fit him. It took up a lot of space but it would fit them both and had a few times, normally he was the one being held though and he knew this time would be the other way around. As he adjusted the water and stopped the drain he tried to keep glancing at the boy. By this point a small drip of pinkish red was halfway down his thighs and so much of him wanted to lick it up. Fuck. He'd told Dom he wouldn't get treated without asking for it but he still found himself walking closer and dropping to his knees again. He still reached for those plush globes and spread his mate open.

“Mmph?” Dom mumbled, shimmying his ass a bit. He tried to look over his shoulder but when he felt warm breath ghost over his hole he relaxed. He smirked, he couldn't help it. He was still getting rimmed without asking for it but he wouldn't tease the other man. He knew how stubborn his dominant was and that the fucker would stop in a millisecond. It wasn't his ass where he felt Col’s tongue first, instead the omega licked from the back of his knee all the way up and over his hole. The feeling of being so claimed made his toes curl against the heated tile.

Kells chuckled at the way his psycho immediately started trembling. He looked up in time to see the boy turn into a puddle on the counter, laying flat against it and pushing his ass back harder into the omega's hold. “Needy bitch.” He growled before moving back in, his tongue a sharp point to dip into the Alpha's sloppy hole. He was still so open and dripping a mess. He could taste the tang of blood and the sweetness of his own cum. It always bugged him that his jizz tasted like his slick but it mixed so well with his lover's flavor he didn't mind. Hell, just tasting himself from Dom's insides was intense. Arousing. Overwhelming. He felt spit dribble down his chin as he circled the other's abused ring of muscle, all the while the Alpha was clenching around his tongue and swaying back. He couldn't call it fucking, Dom was too soft about it. He was like a leaf in the wind, wiggling anywhere that would get him more pleasure.

It felt almost maddening to the killer, his mind so gone already he could barely understand why he couldn't feel himself getting off from this. It felt amazing but it wasn't building the pressure in his belly he needed. His cock was hard and straining against the counter and leaking already but he wasn't closer to release. Tears welled in his eyes as he pushed back, trying to get his lover deeper inside him. The sting was being soothed and everything was tingling, but still he needed- “More?”

“Oh, so you can talk?” Colson laughed against his mate's skin and he turned his head enough to bite down on his still red cheek. The boy jumped again and this time his feet didn't move right so he started to fall into Col’s lap again. The omega pushed him against the counter and held his hips, he had tasted enough to know his lover would heal and he knew his spit would help. As much as he enjoyed what he was doing the bath needed attention so he eased the killer further on the marble before he stood up and stepped away. What he didn't expect was the grumble he heard or the stomped foot. He ignored the mini tantrum, shit he'd thrown a few himself, but he had to bite his cheek not to smile as he took care to turn off the water. “Is this what having a toddler is like?”

Dominic blinked a few times and licked his lips, his brow furrowing at the implication. “I don't fink tha's ‘ow ya deal wiv one. No matter wha’ our child’ood was like.”

Colson choked on a surprised laugh, he was used to using dark humor to deal with his own past but hearing Dom do it was new. He was glad his partner was getting completely comfortable with him. Fucking finally. “Should have bitten that ass harder.” He threatened but the other just wiggled his hips.

“Should.”

“Slut. Settle down.” Col sighed as he made his way back to his lover and helped him up and he eased him into the bath, taking special care when Dom’s slapped red cheeks hit the steamy water. He hadn't added anything extra for that reason and after the boy adjusted he got in behind him. He pulled the Alpha against his chest, trying not to make a noise when Dom pressed against his dick. Of course he was hard after eating his bitch out but he didn't have to do anything about it. Not yet at least.

“Mmm, for me?” Dom purred, looking up at him and fluttering his lashes. Colson had never seen this side of him but he knew it wasn't put on. The killer didn't realize he was being the sexiest fucking tease ever, which made it a million times hotter. He wanted to slip back inside and teach his mate how to warm his cock but he didn't want to push his sub too hard. Not yet. He was already so out of it Col couldn't help but be concerned.

“Always, but you don't get it right now. I'm edging.” He wasn't, but it was a good excuse when Dom pouted at him, seemingly fully prepared to continue his sex tantrum. He'd laugh at the absurdity of his normally terrifying stoic serial killing mate being so childish when dropped but it hurt his heart too much. It was obvious this was a side of the boy he had never been able to show and instead of beating it down even more he wanted to let it flourish.

“Well I'm not. Wha' ya gonna do about it?” The Alpha huffed, his crimson eyes heavy lidded and intent on Col's face. He wondered errantly if he'd see jade for the rest of the night but it didn't matter, his partner was saying what he wanted without fear for the first time and he'd give him almost anything he wanted.

“Seriously bitch? I just nearly knocked your ass out with my dick and you're still horny? Fuck you thinking you deserve now?” He might give it to him but he wouldn't lose his edge of control. He had a strong feeling it was the headspace Dom was in that made him feel safe and he wasn't ready to completely let him out of it. If the Alpha felt safe he would stay more open. It wasn't hard for Kells to stay dominant.

“To get fucked again. Made ya squirt like a bloody fountain so don't act like you wasn't over the moon too.”

Col chewed his cheek and pursed his lips to keep from grinning down at his lover. He could not give away how much he was enjoying this. “Excuse the fuck out of me? Was that back talk? And you think you deserve my dick again?”

“Course. Me fhick arse is special ain't it?” He gave his best Bambi eyes and the red only slightly ruined it.

Kells had to make a point so he slipped his hand under the water and with three fingers he prodded at Dom's hole. The boy jumped so hard water splashed out of the bath and he whimpered low. “Exactly. Your ass is special but I don't think you can handle another round so soon. My cock is bigger than that.”

“Mines bigger. You take me multiple times a night.” The Alpha quite literally whined and Col had to give in to something but he hadn't decided what yet.

“I haven't let you fuck my ass yet. My cunt is different and I'd have killed you for trying round two early on. It takes time baby. You'll get there.” He soothed, trying to get the other settled against his chest again.

“But I'm ‘orny.” The killer grumbled.

“I can see that.” Colson joked but he had to swallow hard at the sight of his lover’s dick just under the surface of the water. His tip was resting just at the surface, his foreskin pulled back naturally, and his head was shiny pink. “There's other ways to get off.” He purred against the boy's ear and felt him shudder. His hand moved through the water until he could wrap his palm around Dom’s shaft. The Alpha sighed and pressed back against him. “Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold on to the tub. I've got you.”

Dominic did as directed and moved his hands until he could grab the edge of the bath behind his mate's head. His hips thrust up without permission and Col eased his grip. The omega was still in control and he knew it with every fiber of his being. Hell, he didn't want his power back yet. Maybe ever. Everything felt too good. Shiny. Perfect. He watched rapt as Kells stroked him, his foreskin making the glide easy. He wanted to fuck up but he tried to keep himself relaxed. He couldn't help shaking though.

“Good boy. Just take it. Take what Daddy gives you like the good little bitch you are.” Col growled against Dom's ear before nipping the lobe. The noise that escaped his mate had his gold eyes going wide and his core tingling. How had he gone so long without finding that sensitive spot and turn-on for the killer? He used it to his advantage as he kept his pace steady, his tongue flicking out to curl around the shell of the Alpha's ear. A kink was forming in his neck so he pulled Dom higher in his lap, opening up more of the other to attack with his mouth.

Dom moaned and melted against his mate, tilting his head to give the bastard more access. He'd never realized how sensitive he was there but every nibble or lick went straight to his throbbing cock. He was aching and leaking precum down his shaft that Colson gathered up before squeezing his tip for more and when the omega tweaked his nipple with his free hand he almost jolted out of his skin. He felt every bit the bitch his partner called him, if he was able he knew he'd be wet as fuck. Every touch was like electricity through his body. That pressure he'd been missing before was building fast now and the only thing that would make it better was if he could get his mate off too. For once he wasn't shamed chasing his own pleasure, he wasn't upset that Kells was focusing on him. He took every touch and let it set his nerves aflame, his orgasm building with every pass of Col's thumb over his slit.

“Gonna cum for me?” The omega asked, his fangs gently set against the boy's ear.

Dom nodded and whined louder, water sloshing around them as they moved. “Yeah- fuck yes, please? Yeah-” His voice was so breathy he sounded like every porn they'd watched together. They never needed it but sometimes it was just fun to know they were better. Colson liked to watch and boast how much bigger they both were than the onscreen men until he's turned himself on too much and they fucked it out, moaning louder than the girl on screen getting railed.

“Gonna beg me for it?” Col kept his edge but he was aching by this point, grinding his own cock against the Alpha's ass. He knew he was probably making his mate's pain worse but the other didn't complain, too lost to his own needs.

“Please? Lemme cum? Need it- sososoclose-” Dom slurred, trying to search out Col’s lips with his own. They could barely kiss, they were both panting too hard but their tongues met wet and messy.

Colson bit playfully at his lover's lips before he moved back to his ear and squeezed his knot hard. He whispered the word the killer had been desperately waiting for but it felt like permission for himself as well. “Cum.” He wrapped both his palms around Dom's dick, one to keep him feeling like they were locked together and the other to keep stroking closer to his crown. He rutted his own between the boy's cheeks until he hit that peak and felt Dom fall over it with him. He covered the Alpha's tip with his fingers to watch him shoot pearly white over his skin. He wanted to make a mess as he came hot against Dom's lower back, they were already in the water so why not?

Dominic rocked his hips as his pleasure washed over him, his ass grinding back against his lover hard. He hadn't even realized what Col was doing until he felt him twitch against his lower spine. He could barely focus as they rode out their rapture but he trusted his mate to take care of him. At one point he thought he tried to catch the omega's cock with his hole but Kells groaned and kept himself from slipping in.

Eventually they slowed and settled and Dom cuddled himself against Colson everywhere he could. He just wanted to curl up and rest but the fucker started bathing him. Talking to him. Trying to keep him awake in the nice warm water. He had a thought he might feel bad later for being so much trouble but for the time being he couldn't see past his own wants and desires. He was a mess in his lover's hold but the man took care of him every step of the way.

Colson washed his Alpha's wild hair and gently wiped his body down. He did what he could for himself but he'd learned well how to clean up his own body while keeping another body above water. He had to do it all the time with Punk. At the thought of their son he started to miss him, it was already the longest time they'd been apart, but he didn't think he'd be able to care for both his bitch and their boy so instead he focused on his partner.

After they were clean he helped his mate out of the bath and for once toweled the killer off instead of being dried by the boy. It felt good to return the care Dom had given him so many times and he was starting to see why his mate loved it so much. He couldn't say he wasn't still selfish, he was sure they'd be back to normal by the next day because it worked for them, but he vowed to himself to let his lover explore this side of himself more. He obviously needed it deep down.

Dom sighed happily when he was finally led to bed. He knew logically they needed to dry off first but it still had him grumpy that he had to stand up so long. When he was finally surrounded by their blankets and pillows he smiled and held up his arm for his omega. Colson made sure to clean up first, picking up their messy towel and dropping it in the wash basket. By the time he eased in bed the other man was pouting again but grinned when he felt Kells move close. It was then that the dominant dropped something the killer never expected, something he'd hoped for but never been allowed. With a soft loving voice he asked- “You wanna try feeding? Just this once. I thought I pumped everything but I guess I make this shit too fast. It'll ache by morning if you don't and I don't want to wake everyone up by getting Punk back.”

Kells was surprised at himself and not being completely honest. He would be fine if he didn't get sucked before sun up but it was something he knew Dom had been desperate to try though he'd been so good about not asking. He caught him looking though, he knew he hoped. Finally his spacey boy opened his crimson eyes and met his gaze, both their cheeks flushed warm. “You sure?” The Alpha asked back softly and Col nodded.

“Yeah. You can try it. If you want. Please?” His voice was barely more than a breath as Dom started to move. He was slow in case Kells needed to stop him but that was the last thought in his mind. Their eyes stayed on each other until the killer was to close and he looked down at his target. His lover's swollen nipple. His tongue flicked over his lips before he gently wrapped his mouth around the bud. He'd sucked and bitten Col bloody there before but he'd been kept away since his milk came in.

The first pull went all the way down to Colson's feet and his toes curled like Dom's had earlier. He felt wet between his thighs but he tried not to bring attention to it. This was about resting and bonding, not sex. He wrapped his arm around his mate and pet through Dom’s hair. Something felt so fucking erotic about knowing his milk was in his Alpha's belly though and after a moment he realized it wasn't just that way for him. Dom was hard as a rock between them as their bodies pressed closer together and Col lost himself to the sounds of his lover suckling. His feeding sounded desperate, as if he was starving and this was his first sustenance in weeks. The Alpha let out little moans with every pull and gasps with every breath. Kells tried to control himself but the other man couldn't.

Dom's hand wandered down his partner's body until it disappeared between Col’s legs. He'd gushed a river for the Alpha earlier but he was drenched already and so hot at his core. He teased his fingertips between his omega's folds before sinking two deep inside him. He noticed with every suck his mate's inner walls spasmed and they both knew his touch wouldn't be enough. He pulled his hand free and slid Colson's thigh over his. It didn't take much work to get his dick inside him, their bodies knew each other almost better than their minds. Once they were settled he fed his digits between his mate's lips and Kells licked his own slick clean and sucked his bitch like he would his cock.

“You're supposed to- fuck- obey me.” Col slurred around his touch.

Dominic nodded and stopped drinking long enough to pant out- “I am. M’yours. Wha' ya want me to do?”

Kells looked down at those crimson eyes and milk wet red swollen lips. His cunt clenched tight around Dom's cock as he thought it over. He couldn't stop now. “Shit just don't stop.” He yanked the Alpha against his tit and rolled them over, pulling his legs up the moment his knees hit the mattress. He didn't pull away, if anything they curled around each other and Dom thrust up and he pressed down. Teeth teased his nipple as they rolled together and they held on tight to each other.

It didn't take long for that coil to pull tight in his belly but it felt almost stronger for all the ways Dom was driving him wild. He fought to stay in control but he knew he was losing the tether, it was getting washed away on a wave of pleasure. They weren't supposed to fuck like this yet and they both knew it but the Alpha tried to be gentle. He really did.

Dom was overwhelmed by the feeling of Col’s pussy, he was tighter and hotter than he'd been since his heat. Everything felt silky smooth and he didn't know if it was just that he'd been kept out so long but it felt new and filthy, especially coupled with his feeding. He sucked until the flow eased and he gasped for air as he switched sides, curling his lips around the other nipple and teasing it rough with his fangs. Kells let out a broken noise and bucked down harder to meet him thrust for thrust. He couldn't stop it and he hoped he wasn't making a mistake. He never wanted to hurt his mate more than he could handle. His own ass was aching every time it touched the bed but he wouldn't roll the omega on his back, Col needed to feel in control and he'd obey whatever he said. “Knot me?” Except maybe that… Shite. He didn't think he could hold back when commanded.

Kells was in heaven and lost in his need, he knew he might ache later but he didn't care. This was their first night alone and he'd savor every moment. He was so close he just needed that last damn thing. Dom moaned against his inked chest and held him tighter, his hips bouncing in time with his suckling. The omega didn't trust the man to obey so as he felt his lover start to pop he slammed himself down. His cunt was a dripping mess, wet enough that he slipped in and out easily, and the younger man couldn't do shit against his dominant. Not that he wanted to, they both needed to connect completely and as Colson hit that edge and fell over he dragged his lover with him.

The feeling of Col’s core spasming in pleasure around his cock broke the Alpha completely. His head fell back as his rapture hit and he grinded up hard as he held his mate down. Their bodies locked together at the first rush of white heat and they rocked through it as Kells drenched them both and their bed.

“Good boy. Fuck- so good.” The omega moaned when Dom rolled them to their sides but kept gently swaying. The boy choked on a mouthful and swallowed hard, pulling off with a soft hiccuping sound that had Col arching his brow. They were both panting as they came down but neither was completely done cumming. Their bodies had missed this, no matter how much they didn't think themselves traditional Alpha and omega. Their bond needed this and had been denied too long but he could already feel the ache in his core that he was sure Dom felt in his ass.

“Fairs fairs.” Dom hummed, giving Col a milk wet kiss. His nose wrinkled at the sweetness but it was still oddly arousing to taste himself on his lover. He supposed it didn't matter what it was. He was inside the killer in almost every way he could be and now his psycho was inside him.

“Doc is gonna kill us.” He teased back, resting his forehead to Dom's. The Alpha grinned and giggled, shrugging one shoulder.

“Long as you ain't ‘urt I don't care. You me only boss.”

“Damn straight.”

“I dunno luv, fink tha' was pretty damn gay.”

“You have boob juice on your face, how is that gay?”

Dom rolled his eyes and licked his lips. “Because I got tha’ milk from a man. Now don't ruin me snuggles alright?” Dom pouted out his puffy bottom lip and Kells was honestly surprised it could actually get bigger. He huffed softly and let his lover cuddle against him. He wouldn't ruin it because this was still technically aftercare. Right? Or did he lose the plot at some point? It didn't matter, they'd spent their first night alone better than he'd planned and they still had enough time to catch up on sleep.

He tried to relax, they'd slept plenty of times with Dom locked inside him but even as they started to go soft and he should be drifting he couldn't find the peace he needed.

Dominic was trying to fall asleep in his partner’s hold but the man was slightly tense even after everything they did. He felt off too but he wasn't sure why, they should be ecstatic to have a night of quiet and alone time. They both tried to relax, holding each other and tracing patterns on each other's skin but no matter how calm the night was they couldn't drift completely. “I'll go get ‘im.” Dom whispered and pressed a kiss to Col’s lips before as gently as possible trying to pull out.

“Thank you.” Kells muttered, he hated to admit it was driving him mad. He had to bite his lip not to whimper as he felt his mate's soft cock slip free. He was sure there was blood on Dom like there had been on him. He almost made a joke about it feeling like their first time again but he didn't want to worry the boy in his still fuzzy state of mind.

The Alpha went to the bathroom and rinsed his dick off in the sink before wetting a cloth to clean up his love. Kells was waiting for him with his legs spread, so used to being carefully cleaned already. Things started to feel more normal for Dom as he lovingly washed his omega's thighs and between his legs. He knew there was blood and he was tempted to suck the cloth clean but he kept enough control of himself to toss it in the basket and pull on a pair of shorts.

Colson waited patiently as he watched his lover slip out their door but Dom was back with their son faster than he had expected. “Blain ‘ad ‘im on the couch. Lil one was sleeping on ‘is bruv’s chest. Boy weren't even passed out yet. Said he won a bet wiv Tom.” The killer laughed softly as he nuzzled his baby boy's head. He almost didn't want to hand him over but he did, laying the tot on his mumma’s chest before he curled up against Col’s side. There, now everything felt right.

“How much?” He chuckled back.

“Twenty I fink. Said we wouldn't last five ‘ours and I guess Tom fhought we'd fuck longer.” Dom hummed, wiggling out of his shorts before he covered them both up with a sheet and laid his palm over his son's back.

“Well he's used to it. We definitely will. At some point. Ya know, after we heal up and get used to being away from Punk longer. I mean shit, we've got my heat coming up at some point.” He wanted to believe they hadn't lost their ability to go all night. It was just that a new baby changed their priorities for now.

“Course we bloody will. Gonna be locked up in ‘ere for days.” Dom agreed, his dick twitching at the thought. Could he even handle a real full heat or would they catch again so soon?

“Damn straight.” Kells sighed as he got comfortable and closed his eyes. This was how it was supposed to be and what had been missing before. This was perfect.

Dom decided not to tease him again, their next cycles would be anything but straight he was sure. His lover was already half asleep though and he wouldn't try, he was suddenly too exhausted again for anything but rest. His body had been completely worked out and every muscle relaxed. He just held most of his family closer as they all drifted off, they would face anything else when it came for them.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

That was longer, yay! I actually really had fun with this one. I kept thinking I was close to a chapter break and they were like 'nah, we got another round' 🤭 Naughty boys. I'm starting to think a heat might be closer than they think but I suppose we'll see. Probably some plot soon but who knows with these boys. I hope you're enjoying it! 🖤❤️‍🔥

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 20 days ago

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The power of an NGO in advancing maternity leave benefits in Brazil

In November 2022, in a landmark decision, Brazil's Supreme Court extended paid maternity leave for mothers whose childbirths are followed by prolonged hospitalizations. This new law has benefited benefit mothers of preterm and medically fragile newborns by starting the 120-day leave after hospital discharge, promoting both mother-baby bonding and breastfeeding. This change was the result of advocacy by the Brazilian Parents of Preemies’ Association and civil society groups who highlighted the struggles of families with preterm babies.

This decision reflects years of campaigning with Brazilian ministries and officials to support families in difficult situations. The historic change showcases the power of organized advocacy, as groups persistently engaged legal and political avenues to drive policy reform. This victory marks a significant step toward broader maternal and family rights, underscoring the necessity of policies that adapt to the unique needs of working mothers.

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matixv · 2 years ago

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Mommy Lena Luthor x girl reader

Summary: Lena has been your mommy for a couple of years now, you have always behaved like a good girl, but work had been stressing you out recently and you find yourself taking out your anger on her by accident. She doesn’t want to punish you, but discipline is important and she wants to be sure you’ll learn how to communicate properly. After and during the punishment you start to regress and she notices it.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, mommy kink, light spanking, scolding, discipline, slight exhibitionism kink, punishments, corner time, caning, reader goes non-verbal after the punishment, age play (pacifiers, diapers mention and breastfeeding mention), pet names (baby, little one, darling, sweetheart), everything is safe and consensual.

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You were about to leave your office when your boss called you back grotesquely, almost like he was talking to an animal. That day you had worked more hours than expected, and you had not been able to rest even a minute; everything had contributed to make your day worse, but above all, to make you lose any communication skills that were not railing against the ones who were talking to you.

You had tried every possible method during those exhausting fifteen hours of work surrounded by misogynistic and careless men: camomiles, relaxing music and other coping techniques to avoid throwing fists left and right, but nothing had worked.

The company you worked for was a major addition to the company that your fiancée, Lena, ran. Everything that was discussed or decided, then passed through the office of the one who had complete control over you. Everyone knew about your relationship, so they were especially strict and mean to you, but you never dared to tell Lena the truth, as much as you could, you wanted to keep your humble role in the company and if she knew how they treated you, she would have forced you to stay home.

The job consisted in finding new ideas to advertise and promote the company in the United States and abroad, this also required long periods away from home, but you were always chosen to accompany the boss on her travels.

“Y/N come here!” the dirty and mean man called you from his black chair placed in the middle of the office.

You stopped in your steps, and taking a deep breath, you walked down the marble corridor, your heels making clicking noises at every step. Your voice was about to break from the stress and tears you had been holding back all afternoon, but you forced yourself to talk anyway. "Yes? How can I help you, Sir?" you asked nicely, placing your hand on the solid wood door frame.

“You look adorable in that little pink dress of yours”. He said smirking in such a pervert way your stomach almost turned upside down. It wasn’t your first time he harassed you, but you decided to ignore it. You muttered a “thank you” and left the office in tears, running for dear life towards the car waiting for you outside the building.

As soon as you got to the ground floor and then outside the building, the driver opened the door and closed it as soon as he knew you were inside. The driver was a trusted man who had worked for the Luthors for many years, so he knew he didn’t have to ask questions about the state you were in. All he asked you for was confirmation of where you were going: the building where Lena worked.

In the back of the car, you tried to fix your makeup to the best of your ability, and to calm down before facing everyone you would meet in the next few minutes. You looked at the phone, but the messages you had sent to your girlfriend previously, still had to be seen. It was probably a busy day for her too. You couldn’t wait to spend a nice evening with her... and maybe... regress to enjoy your mommy all night.

As soon as you got to the company, you’d be on the top floor in Lena’s office. You knew that by now you would definitely have found the door open and could get comfortable on the chair or sofa if she wasn’t in her office. Normally at this time she was checking the daily work of the company, so with a nice sigh, you sat in the comfortable and fresh leather chair, your head was pulsating more and more and you seemed to be able to become small at any moment.

“Look at my baby girl!” You heard her happily screaming as soon as she landed foot in her office. The happy brunette entered her office with great joy, her black outfit giving a great contrast with her voice. “It’s so nice to see you! How was work today? Any good or bad news?”

And there she was, a Lena too happy and loud for your taste. Your eyes crossed for a few seconds and then looked back at each other. Her enthusiasm almost got on your nerves: you had spent all day receiving harassment and insults while she enjoyed the good life sitting at her shiny desk, life was unfair. You raised your eyes, immediately drawing her attention. “It was fine… as usual” you huffed denying her of a smile or even a look.

Lena was good at understanding your feelings, that was her role, especially when you were so small that you couldn’t communicate in any way. But at that precise moment, she made the wrong choice: to encourage you to smile and propose plans for the evening.

“Okay! So, I have planned a wonderful time for tonight! dinner in our favorite restaurant, the Italian one, and then how about a drink in the bar where we first met? would be a great idea to spend the evening in company and you know... remember how beautiful was our first night together"

“You are joking? Right?” You subtly laughed resting your head in your hands, your anger about to come out on the only one person you wouldn’t want for it to come out. “Tell me you are fucking joking”

“Baby, are you fin-“

“Do I look fine?” Your fists clenched and landed on her pristine desk, cracking the glass right in the middle of it. Lena didn’t even finch, she was used to rage outbursts, just not… yours. “Do I look like I want to enjoy a nice evening” you said the last two words mocking her voice. “I can’t stand anymore voices, anymore plans! I’m fed up with everything, and you are here making plans!? What kind of a fucking girlfriend are you?” Tears sliding down your flushed cheeks.

You looked down at the broken desk, not daring to lift your head. You know how dangerous her silence could be. You were now standing, having difficulty deciding your next move. You decided to stay silent and wait for her response.

You heard the sound of her heels coming closer and closer to you, your hands trembling, but you were afraid to hint at any movement. From the beginning of the dynamic, Lena had always shown that she was a sympathetic Mommy, who empathized with every whim of yours and helped you to be better, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t strict in giving discipline, and this was the first time you ever spoke to her like that.

You expected her to match your anger, to yank your hair back and make you kneel at her feet, but instead, her voice was calm… dangerously calm. “Remove your dress and heels, place them on the chair and then bend over the desk, I’ll be removing you panties myself once you are in position”

You knew better than to disobey further, tears already wetting your hands and neck. “Yes Mommy, I-I’m sorry” you tried to apologize.

“Every word I didn’t ask you to pronounce will worth a smack with the cane on your thighs, so choose wisely what to do” her voice stern, advising you on your next moves.

You did as she asked: Your dress and your heels were laid on the chair, your breasts felt the cold of the office, and your nipples soon hardened. When you turned to assume the position, you noticed the open door at the end of the room, and for the first time since your words left your mouth, your looks met. She quickly understood what you wanted to ask. “The door will remain open, I don’t care if someone sees me giving you the discipline you deserve”

You nodded, remembering how much she liked humiliating you in front of her work team. You stood up, bent over the frosty glass of your desk with only your cotton panties on. You knew this was a decision of the both of you, you could have stopped everything with a single word, but it was important for you to be able to vent like this.

You had never been punished like this: they were usually just a couple of spanks on her knees, never standing or bent like this. You had never used objects other than her brush, and that was enough, but you both decided what was a limit and what wasn’t, and you knew that she would waste the opportunity to use one of the tools that you were least waiting to try: the cane.

You trembled and whimpered, fear making you jump at whatever noise. “Color?” She asked placing a soothing hand on your lower back.

“Green” you whispered. A sharp and merciless smack landed on your sitting spot, making you joint forward, your nipples brushing on the broken glass. You forced yourself to silently look straight, not wanting everyone to hear your whimpers.

“Louder” she commanded. “You weren’t so shy to talk just a few minutes ago, you seem to have a pretty good loud voice” she teased rubbing the spot she just hit. She knew how to push your weaknesses, your guilt of misbehaving to the one and only person you trusted with your life. “Come on, louder” she encouraged with a lighter smack.

“Green, Momm-Mistress” you corrected yourself, not sure on how she’d like to be called during such a punishment. Sniffles started leaving your throat and nose, scared you wouldn’t be mommy’s good girl anymore.

“I’m still your Mommy, this punishment doesn’t change anything between us. I’m teaching you that the way you just communicated with me was not right nor respectful, understood?”.

You could only nod, thinking of your luck for finding such a sympathetic girlfriend even in the most delicate moments. She continued to spank you several times, until your ass turned crimson, which also seemed highly painful to the one who was administering the punishment. "Now I’m going to lower your panties to your knees, you’ll take ten spanks with the cane, and I want to hear you count every single one" she recommended lowering the only garment that protected your skin from direct contact with the upcoming object.

“Yes, Mommy” you gently approved of her next move.

It didn’t take that long until the instrument was in her hands. Your whole body was shaking and you had no idea how much more it could hold on. Lena spent a few minutes getting you used to the texture and feeling of the object on your skin, sliding it up and down your back and thighs. Once lifted, you prepared for the impact, closing your eyes and contracting your muscles. This only increased the pain you felt immediately afterwards, a cry of pain left your mouth, now oblivious to who might be at the other end of the door.

After some seconds, Lena was still waiting for the number to be said. She gave a gentle pat over the bruised area, but you were slipping in a deeper headspace to quickly to answer. She ignored your pain and lifted the cane once again, hitting the exact same point.

Your eyes blurred at the pain, tears flooding and pooling next to your hands. You didn’t even think you were able to count to five, you didn’t know numbers in little space. Lena knew she couldn’t use the cane anymore, not while you weren’t in the right space to tell her your color.

You heard her sigh, and throughout the window reflection, you saw her massaging her forehead gently, doubting on what to do with you and with your behavior. You decided to close your eyes and just let your emotions out. “I- can’t-stressed-work-tired-please” you sobbed, leaning your forehead to seek some cool from the desk.

You felt soft hands placing your undergarment where it belonged, and helping you up standing straight once again. She didn’t force you to apologize or to look at her, she knew you to well. She just limited herself in petting your hair. “Ten minutes in the corner, Little one”

You nodded and headed to the corner dedicated to your time-outs, face facing the wall.

You heard her putting some papers away and placing her cane back in the little storage under the library. You also heard her dialing some numbers on the phone placed on the coffee table next to her couch. “Miss Luthor here, I wanted to purchase a new desk, Yes, wooden this time”. You felt her eyes on you, and guilt started running deeply into your veins. “That model is fine, I want it here in my office by the end of the week, thank you.”

Loud cries filled the room, your hands flying to pull your own hair from the guilt you were feeling. Lena rushed to your side, turning you around. “Nothing of that, sweet girl, we don’t want to hurt ourselves, don’t we?” She soothed with her beautiful soft mommy voice.

You were too small to answer and just threw yourself in her embrace. You mumbled an apology while buried in her neck, but she quickly hushed you. “It’s okay, stress can be hard to deal with for little one’s like you, Mommy should have checked on you better before making plans, Mommy is sorry too, my sweet angel baby” she cooed lifting you up.

You let her help you wearing your clothes, and she tried to ground you a little by snuggling you in her dark suit jacket. Before heading outside, she searched in her purse and pulled out a small pink pacifier for you to suck on until you reached your safe house and could latch to her breasts.

By now the building was empty, but even with thousands of people, she wasn’t ashamed to pick you up in her arms and cradle you until she could buckle you in your car seat. As soon as she sat you down, you complained about the pain with a sharp whine, doing grabby hands towards her.

She soothed you with head pats for a couple of minutes, until you settled calmly. “As soon as we are home, Mommy’s gonna give you a hot bath and a little massage on your sore bum, then I’ll change you into a diaper and feed you, kay?”

You just nodded, too tired to say anything else.

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Once you regained your communication skills the next day, you told Lena the cause of your anger, not omitting a single detail. After telling her about the harassment that you went through and the abuses that every day you had to endure, you were ready to spend the rest of your life at home, but this did not happen... indeed.

The next day at work, you found a particular name written on the office where your “boss” was just a couple of days ago. Your name.

You quickly discovered that Lena had fired every single man who disturbed you, and you were now the boss of the floor. On the desk there was a little note from her. “I know sweet girl, some days are harder than other and we might fail at communicating, but you know Mommy doesn’t like to punish you. Please, behave like a little good girl and do your best, Mommy will always wait for you at home. I love you my Angel Baby”

You wiped a tear and snapped a picture of the note, sending it to her with the answer: “I love you too, Mommy”

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