#I really like her! i know shes his first wife and all but shes so well written i kinda love her

[arc-misadventures]

Jaune being his normal kind, helpful lovable self causes women like Illia, Terra, and others to fall for him

LAJA

Coco: And, welcome everyone to the first meeting of the, LAJA. Lesbians Against Jaune Arc. My name is, Coco Adel, club chairwoman, and founder.

Coco: Now, since this is out first meeting we will each introduce ourselves, and tell everyone why you decided to become a member of the, LAJA. I'll go first...

Coco: I am a loud, and proud lesbian, I saw some guys, and I thought they were attractive, from as aesthetic perspective not anything romantic, or sexual. But, one day, I was trying on an outfit with my BunBun...

Ilia: Hold up! Your 'BunBun?'

Coco: Oh yeah, that's a nickname for my teammate, Velvet. She's a rabbit faunas.

Ilia: Ohh!

Terra: I like that.

Coco: Velvet isn't that good at fashion, but Jaune was there, he saw my outfit, and said no. Gave me some other clothes, and told me top try it on... and son of a bitch that was the greatest outfit I've ever worn!

Coco: After that, the two of us would go out, and do some fashion shows with each other, and some other people who needed a new wardrobe. It is fun, really fun hanging out with him. So, one day when we're having fun this random woman came up, and ask if, Jaune was single. And, Jaune was single... but, I said he wasn't... that I was his girlfriend...

Coco: I'm a hardcore lesbian! I never thought of dating a guy in my entire life! But, to keep some random floozie from, Jaune I said I was his girlfriend... I don't want to lose my fashion friend, my best male friend. And, I'm sad that I'm not... And, I really... I really want to be his girlfriend... So... yeah...

Terra: You fell because of his fashion sense? Makes sense, Jaune has superb taste in woman's fashion.

Coco: He did, I was looking at a wedding dress one day, and who is at the alter, Jaune freaking Arc...

Yang: Oh you got it bad!

Coco: Okay... You're turn.

Ilia: Okay... Hello everyone, my name is Ilia Amitola, I am a chameleon faunas, I can changed the colour of my skin. So, I was a former member of the, White Fang, I was a lesbian since I was in the, White Fang, and I hated humans on top of that. Then this stupid blond human just shows up, he flashes me that pearly smile of his. And, my body just changed to pink!

Coco: Like it did just now?

Ilia: Yes?! I just looked at him, and I thought how much I wanted to sleep with this guy! A guy, a human guy at that! It's just a crush, there's nothing more about it! So, I decided to learn things about him, I'd learn that one thing to make him the worst person I could possibly imagine!

Ilia: And, what I learned is that he is one of the nicest, sweetest guys I've ever met! He doesn't hate the faunas! He supports the, White Fang! To a point! He doesn't like the more radical side...

Yang: No one does.

Ilia: But, all I learned how a sweet caring a person he is! Then I saw him watch over some faunas kid one day, and the next thing I know, I'm thinking about having kids with him! This it total bullshit!

Coco: She's still blushing.

Emerald: It is a nice shade of pink.

Terra: Well... speaking of babies... My name is, Terra Cotta Arc...

Coco: Arc? Are you related to, Jaune?

Terra: In a way, I am married to a woman called, Saphron Cotta Arc. She is, Jaune's older sister, making, Jaune my brother-in-law. And, for a while I thought I was asexual, I was never interested in anyone. But, then I met my wife, and well eventually I married her. And, I'm happily married! But, then I met, Jaune, and if I met him before I met my wife, we probably would be married with three kids by now. Right now we only have the one though.

Coco: T-The one...?

Terra: I wanted a kid, so I asked, Jaune to... donate so I could have one. And, this is my son, Adrian~!

Yang: Oh gods he is so adorable~!

Ilia: Noooo... Don't do this to me, I've been trying to get rid of the baby craze!

Terra: And, well... I want another... maybe two... N-Next...!

Yang: Okay... glad I'm not the only one... Ahem! Hi! My name is, Yang Xiao Long, and I'm not really a lesbian, I always thought I was more of a bisexual. I always thought, woman, and men were attractive. And, when I came here to, Beacon the lesbian drive kicked into overdrive! I mean come on! There are so many hot woman here!

Coco: It's a buffet here!

Yang: And, my teammate is, Blake Belladonna! How many people didn't get a aroused , and want to smash that phat ass!

Ilia: Preach sister!

Yang: But then, Jaune Arc came around, and started acting like a big brother figure to my little sister! He looked after her, he comforted her when she was sad, he made her cookies! That was my job! But, all of a sudden big bro came in and stole my job! And, that's were all hell let loose!

Yang: So, I confronted him one day to leave her alone, to stop being her 'big brother,' that it was my job to do those things, because I am her big sister. But, he told me not to worry, since I was her big sister, and i would always be her big sister. So, he told me not to worry 'little sister.' He calmed me, 'little sister' rubbed the top of my head, and left. And, I swear to gods... I came when he patted my head!

Coco: Seriously?!

Terra: I'd buy that.

Yang: I don't like people touching my hair, but he just patted once, and he sent me so over the edge that, that's what happened?! I want, no need him to do it again!

Yang: I want my big brother to hold me in his arms, to comfort me when I'm sad, to run his fingers through my hair to calm me. And, above all I want him to spank my ass as he calls me his bitch, while I scream big bro as he takes me from behind! I used to imagine doing that to, Blake, and her phat ass! Now, I want, Jaune to be doing that to me!

Coco: (Whistles~!) You got it bad girl.

Terra: Really bad... Now tell us how you want him to do this, I need to know.

Yang: You're turn, Emerald.

Emerald: Okay... My name is Emerald Sustari. I am a lesbian, least I was... honestly I think I'm not that much of a lesbian, I was interested in my team leader. Her name is, Cinder Fall. She took me in, when no one else would, so I kinda fell for her from an emotional stand point. But, Cinder never saw me from that angle... she's more focused on how she can use me for her own gains. This often made me cry, that she didn't care about me... Then one day, Jaune found me when I was crying, and we just started talking. He became a shoulder I could cry on, someone I could go to for support, or just someone I could be around when I needed something.

Emerald: Then... then his mother came by, and he introduced me to her... And, I understood why, Jaune was such a nice, and caring person. And, I asked, Jaune's mom. Juniper if she would adopt me, so I could finally have the mother figure I always wanted.

Yang: What did she say?

Emerald: She said no.

Terra: What?! But, Juniper is such a lovely woman, why did she say no?

Emerald: Because she knows how much I love, Jaune, and that if I married him she would still become my mom. So, I get the best of both worlds. A mom, and the man I love...

Terra: Oh...

Yang: Now that's a good deal right there...

Coco: Alright... now that everyone has been introduced, we shall now begin the first meeting with the, LAJA. Does anyone have an items they wish to bring to the table.

Ilia: Yeah, I have one... We're calling ourselves the, Lesbians Against, Jaune Arc. But, how are we against, Jaune? I mean... we all want to sleep with the guy... that doesn't sound so 'against' now does it?

Coco: Uhh... cause I thought everyone would be upset, Jaune turned us straight. So, we would be against him, because of that.

Ilia: That makes sense, but in reality... we want to fuck him...

Yang: Yeah, we all want to sleep with the guy to one degree, or the other.

Terra: So how are we against the guy?

Coco: It sounded nice...?

Emerald: I vote we rename ourselves to the, Lesbians Attracted to, Jaune Arc! Where are new mandate is to help each other sleep with, Jaune to some degree. All those in favour say aye.

Ilia: Aye!

Yang: Hell to the aye!

Terra: Aye~!

Coco: Aye!

Coco: Okay, in that case I welcome you to the first meeting of the, LAJA. Lesbians Attracted to, Jaune Arc. First order of business: Who gets to fuck, Jaune first.

Yang: I move, Terra goes last, she's already slept with him, and had his child.

Terra: What?!

Ilia: I agree.

Emerald: Agree.

Coco: The ayes have it; Terra only gets to sleep with, Jaune after the rest of us do.

Terra: ...

Terra: Okay, that's fair...

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Okay okay I love absoulute love the both arms cradle you now fic! That’s how I actually found your blog in the first place so I was wondering how does our dads wife aka our step mom feel about us? Is she Yandere to? Are our half siblings also yandere? Also thank you for answering my previous ask about the naga dads I absoulute loved it!!!

Reader's stepmom (Marry) actually feels horrible for the way things happened between reader and everyone! She did want to be another mom for them, it breaks her heart on the daily that it went so wrong

There's a lot of regrets she's held onto, but there's also a lot of love there. I wouldn't say she starts off as a yandere when they first reunite, but with how her husband feels, it's not hard to convince her into leaning more towards being a little overbearing (it's not going to hurt any, right? She hasn't seen you in so long.. there's a lot of time to make up for)

Her kids are yandere, yes! Lizzie is more of a delusional yan (She doesn't understand why reader seems to hate her so much, that was all in the past!) while Miles (Stepbrother) is aware that it isn't that simple, he's more obsessive I think. (Reader should be really thankful they don't have very many social media accounts, he's definitely tried to cyberstalk them over the years)

Lastly, Oliver is the reader's younger half-brother, he's probably more of a clingy yan than anything. He doesn't have any memories of reader, so all he really knows is that they're his big sibling and everyone misses them! (He's also like.. seven..during the time the main fic is taking place)

(Thank you!! I'm so happy you liked it :DD)

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YESSS THE PEOPLE WANT FARMER BUCKY !!!!

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(singledad!farmer!bucky x f!reader)

i'm happy to give the people what they want <33 i'm not much of a writer and it's more of a longer blurb/a few scenerios put in one longer post, but if you want to you can check my fic masterlist // inspired by this moodboard, enjoy!! reblogs and feedback is appreciated <33 (and yes the title is taylor swift coded, if you know you know.) ++ @bstorn wanted to be tagged.

words: 1.5k

warnings: death (mentioned), age gap (reader is in her mid 20s, bucky is in his early 40s), mention of drinking, mention of hair pulling, smut, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, outside sex (fuck being quiet, they are sleeping), unprotected sex, cockwarming and creampie (but also not really??? but it is here???)

life is messy. y/n's was actually very messy that's why she decided to move, leave her old life behind and change everything. how did she end up in a small town in the middle of texas? nobody knows, but she was there alone.

the first month was the hardest, she found a new job in a bakery, made a friend - her coworker, jessie but there was not really much to do, calm town, everyone knew each other, basically no privacy. after that first month y/n met bucky, a single father of two, a farmer and big enthusiast of chocolate cookies they were selling at the bakery. was he flirty? maybe. was he friendly? 100%.

it all started innocent.

"hi, i'm bucky, you new in town?"

"how do you like it here?"

"if you need any help feel free to reach out."

and y/n in fact did reach out, cause she needed help when her apartmet flooded. it was out of the blue the next day when bucky came to the bakery, but he was more than happy to help. that day y/n and bucky get to know each other a little bit more. she found out he has two daughters, annie (4 years old) and bea (6 years old), he owns one of the biggest farms in town and it's in his family since... forever, really. she was sure he is married, he was wearing a wedding ring, but that was just a habit - his wife died two years ago in an accident. the conversation was smooth, it was clear that the chemistry was there, but nobody made a move.

"all should be fine now." was what bucky said when he finished fixing y/n's plumbing problem. was she starring at him a bit when he was fixing her sink? yes.

"thank you, really, i had no idea what to do and i don't know that many people here... so i kind of had to ask my friendly neighbourhood customer for help." she chuckled and licked her lip a little bit.

"oh, it's nothing, actually i have a favor to ask, myself... it's okay if you feel like this is too much, but i have to help my friend out of town on the weekend, he has some problems with his animals and i can't leave girls alone, could you babysit? i can pay!"

"what? babysit? i- i never did that, but if your daughters are even half as kind as you, i bet they are angels, so yeah, i can do that, i'm not working over the weekend, you don't have to worry. and you don't have to pay me, it's favor for a favor."

was it a bit weird and a bit fast? for some people maybe, but both of them really felt like they could've trust each other. and that's how y/n became a babysitter for annie and bea. the girls were little angels, that was true. it became a thing that y/n was coming over to play with them and watch them, when bucky was working or when he was busy with whatever he needed to do. girls adored her. she baked cookies with them, they played outside together, she loved reading books with annie and bea and they loved to listen to them.

one night bucky came home really late, the girls were sleeping and y/n fell asleep on the couch too. closing the door woke her up and looked at bucky all sleepy.

"huh? you are home? i better pack my thin-"

"are you crazy? it's 3am, you are staying here, i will drive you home in the morning." he said it with a tone that left no place for arguing. she was a bit turned on by his voice, but no way she would ever tell bucky that. they were friends. only friends, with a weird chemistry, but still friends... but are you really friends when it's 3am and you are sitting on a couch with a man so much older, talking about life, drinking and being really and i mean really comfortable with each other?

that night went peaceful and quietly, in the morning bucky made breakfast for all three of the girls and when his kids were ready all four of them left his farm. first bucky and y/n dropped annie and bea at their preschool and then they made their way to y/n's house.

"you know, they adore you." bucky said while he way driving. y/n felt her cheeks getting a bit more pinkish. and she had no idea why, it was a compliment from his daughters, kind of, not from him. but at this point she knew she was falling for this man and there was nothing she could do about it.

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a few months passed and everything was going great for both bucky and y/n. they were meeting almost every weekend and more than one time during the work week. one day bucky invided her to a picnic at his farm, but... it was only two of them. the girls visited their grandma, and the truth was bucky wanted to spend some time alone with his... friend? his who? that was maybe a little bit more complicated than he wanted it to be. farmer was thinking about her all the time and he was ready to make things official. he wasn't in a relationship since his wife passed and that was over two years ago! he deserved to be happy.

when bucky asked y/n to be his girlfriend she was speachless, cause of course she wanted it, she wanted it bad. she wanted him bad, to be honest. soon she found out bucky wasn't always that sweet and caring man everyone thought he was. he was a very typical girl dad, he was making breakfast for his kids every morning, doing their hair, but he was also that type of man to pull your hair very hard when you were alone. and y/n loved it. every second of it.

their relationship was perfect, y/n loved waking up next to him almost every morning, she moved in really quickly. it wasn't even strange for the girl, they accepted it, after all annie and bea loved having y/n around.

one night y/n and bucky put the girls to bed earlier, because they planned a dinner. bucky cooked and prepared everything and all y/n had to do was to just look pretty when everything was ready.

"god, angel, you look stunning." was what bucky said when he saw y/n in her short, black dress. they ate their dinner, had some red wine and since it was warm summer they left home to sit outside. the moon looked marvelous and y/n looked even more beautiful in it's light.

it didn't took much for bucky to start kissing her. first her lips, then her neck, her exposed cleavage. y/n started breathing faster and then he dropped on his knees and rolled her dress up. first he was kissing y/n's thighs, then his lips were on her already wet panties. her noises were getting louder, then bucky took off her underwear. his lips were soft at first, teasing her, but when she buckled up her hips to him that was a sign he had no idea he was waiting for. bucky's tounge was making her more and more wet and she was only getting louder. her hands ended up in his long hair, pulling them hard when he added fingers to his ministrations.

"c'mon sweetie, you are making really cute noises, but you can be louder than that... girls are sleeping inside you can be as loud as you can." he hummed, his lips still so close to your aching pussy. it was hard being quiet with this man, he was making y/n feel like she was floating with his fingers and tounge alone. after her first orgasm they moved to their bedroom. they ended up naked a second after the door closed behind them. lips and hands were everywhere. their bodies so close, lots of moans and gasps. it was a perfect mix between soft love making and rough fucking and it made y/n lost her mind. at some point bucky covered her mouth.

"shh... we are not outside anymore, girls are sleeping next door, you have to be quiet now, doll." he whispered into her ear as he bit it. he was moving inside her with a steady rythm. her hands were on his back, nails in his skin leaving marks, it wasn't long before y/n finished again. when bucky wanted to move she wrapped her legs around him.

"no, please, i want to feel you..." she purred in the croock of his neck. he hapilly obliged. and that's how they both fell asleep. bodies tangled together, their breaths steady and calm and the whole life ahead of them. maybe with more than just two kids in the future...

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Anyway, so how mad do you think the ror gods and humans would be when they see Luke betrayal and all that ? The yandere love intrest plus platonic posideon?

(they messaged me saying they didn't mean to add the platonic poseidon part so i won't talk about that!)

(also! reminder that this is about tv show!luke, not book luke!!!!)

i'm gonna try and fit as many characters i can here lmao wish me luck, i'll start with the yans first

cú chulainn: i already vaguely spoke about this, but he canonically wants to dethrone zeus and he's described to be ambitious. he would SOOOOOO look down on luke (more so than even the GODS would, which says a LOT cuz gods look down on everything). luke wants a revolution and to get rid of the gods because of all their wrongdoing?? great! wonderful! he'll be nodding in approval....... until he finds out luke's doing it by trying to bring kronos into power 💀 he'd be like "smh ur not a TRUE hater 😒🖕" because to him, you should seize that power yourself, not give it to another deity!!!! don't even get him started on when luke hurts percy, that'd just be another reason to loathe him cuz how DARE you???? only he can be a meanie to her! 💀

poseidon: dear gods, he would torture this boy if he was in the pjo universe 💀 trying to bring back his alternate father is one thing, trying to RECRUIT his daughter into his pitiful attempt of a revolution is another, BUT TO HARM HIS DAUGHTER????? luke is very very VERY lucky that he's already dead in elysium and in a whole other universe

hades: he would be furious as well!!!!!!! he doesn't know what pjo!kronos is like, but if he's just as bad as his father, then he wouldn't want ANY version of him back! he was a smidgeon bit sympathetic to luke's cause and can understand why he was doing this, and he can see that kronos really was the only way to take down the gods, but he just hates his father soooo much so his sympathies can only go so far. plus, this boy betrayed his innocent niece-wife! the poor girl genuinely saw him as a friend! a big brother figure even! and he goes and tries to brainwash her and then attacks her for mentioning hermes!

apollo: hated luke early on because of how close he was to percy (same for the other yans tbh), but now he has an even better reason to hate him: he hurt and betrayed her! his poor darling cousin, he just wants to give her a hug 🥺 he knows what it's like to be betrayed, he could totally punish the mortal for her if she wants (she doesn't, but he's not listening at that point). he's great at punishing traitors! just ask cassandra! 🤗

beelzebub: ahhhhh NOW he understands why percy got so sad when she showed him luke's picture in her album. but ANYWAY, best believe he's seething with rage at this. yes, he can tell that luke had been blinded by his anger when he attacked her, but he doesn't care. he's one of the most overprotective yans EVER, he does NOT want any harm coming to percy at all. to him, any threats, no matter how minor, must be ELIMINATED. because small threats can turn into bigger ones and he's (as always) proven correct as the books go on

loki: he was already screaming "KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM!" when luke shows up and starts bonding with percy, but this was solely out of jealousy. but now that luke's hurt her? he's gonna go feral and actually try to jump the screen 😂 thor and odin would have to hold him back lmao

anubis: will be right next to loki screaming "KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM!" while ra tries to hold him back and kebi's cheering for her daddy in the background 😭😭😭 he was already pouty and sulky when he saw luke and percy get close (their bond is STRICTLY platonic, but the yans don't see that. any male + percy = BAD 💀), but now that he's hurt her mentally and physically, he wants the boy dead.

NOW ONTO THE REST!!!!!

mnemosyne: already saw this coming cuz she saw it in percy's memories, but they're strictly in percy's POV, not as an outsider pov. so now she gets the chance to see it as an outsider pov and her nonexistent heart lowkey breaks when she sees percy's look of devastation when she realizes she accidentally hurt luke (her fatal flaw of loyalty is showing her) and how luke's own fatal flaw (wrath) rears his ugly head and makes him attack her when hermes is mentioned. she doesn't care much for luke, but she knows that percy does and that his loss definitely impacted her

adam: he feels so terrible for all these kids. he can tell that luke's been brought to the brink of desperation, and that kronos was literally the only way, but he's also the WORST possible choice. and now he's forced to watch these two kids battle it out. the gods in that universe must really be cruel....

kebechet: since she's in her child form while watching this, she doesn't really understand what's happening that much. all she knows is that a bad guy lied to mommy and hit her, and it made mommy sad! so she'll be tugging at her daddy's arm and begging him to make mommy feel better and take the bad guy away 🥺

ra: first off, luke's an idiot. second off, percy is way too trusting and she needs to stop hesitating to kill mortals/other demigods. the camp's done too much damage instilling heroic morals on these demigods, when they should've focused on making them more divine, that way they'd make more logical callous choices obviously 🙄 percy is too naive, pjo!poseidon never should've let her in the camp and should've just raised her but nooooo let her be a hero and get herself killed like every other demigod in that universe. good idea 😒😒😒😒 best way to raise a kid smh

prometheus: okay now he knows he said that he's a staunch supporter on letting humans make mistakes but bringing back kronos?????????????? are you sure about that luke???????????????????? 😭😭😭 this is probably the ONE MISTAKE he cannot let slide 😭 he does NOT like his uncle kronos 😭😭😭😭 also pls leave his baby cousin out of this mess, she's got enough on her plate!!!! yes the gods are shit, BUT KEEP HER AWAY FROM KRONOS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

sun wukong: "this kid's a dumbass" 💀

rhea: omfg she would slap the shit out of luke so hard jashfjkdfvgdjhasdfajsh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 summon a gigantic ass slipper to slap the shit outta him fr 💀 YOUR PLAN IS TO BRING BACK HER ALT!HUSBAND????????? WHO IS WORSE THAN THE GODS???????? in the pjo universe, kronos was so paranoid that he'd be usurped that he ATE HIS OWN CHILDREN and you wanna bring him BACK???????????????? she'd be shrieking at the screen for him to stay away from percy, that man is a DANGER to her life if his solution is KRONOS

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Severance S2E2:

--holy shit. I see why the season is 10 episodes instead of 9. two episodes to resolve the S1 finale and wind up to the pitch. there was so much legwork in this episode, and so much tension that I could barely sit still.

--I hope they paid Milchick a big overtime bonus in addition to his new salary!!! man did all that in 48 hours!!!

--Mark and Devon.... Mark being in denial about the possibility that Mark S could have been talking about Gemma, when we later see that it's been weighing on him heavily and he needed to talk to Cobel to confront it. it's such a small, small hope.... if he believes in the possibility that Gemma is alive, and it turns out that she is not, it would destroy him completely, and he's already come so close to destroying himself while grieving the first time. but Devon! Devon is so sharp! she knows her brother, and she glimpsed a younger, lighter version of her brother that she hasn't seen in a long time, and she clocked his tone and body language and everything about the situation correctly! and she can't live with the unanswered question of whether Gemma could be alive, because she misses her sister-in-law and misses who her brother used to be! she can't stop thinking about it while Mark is doing everything in his power to not think about it! aaaaah!

--Cobel bookending this episode by being as unhinged and mysterious as ever. we don't even know if she accepted the advisory council position! what is she up to! the final scene is so fucking good because I was like "I bet she's thinking about hitting Mark with her car," and then she screams like a bat out of hell and almost does just that LMAO. and she's still telling him to quit, even though Lumon is doing something significant with Gemma and "Cold Harbor," enough that they need Mark back to finish it, and Cobel knows what it is and wants something from it, and now Mark knows for sure that Gemma is alive because he needed to look Cobel in the eye and ask. I love their weird fucking dynamic. she's so fucking mad at Lumon, but maybe cares about Mark in her own unhinged way?? and his feelings were HURT that she lied to him because he went straight for the only thing that could maybe hurt her feelings a little bit in turn ("I ate your shitty fucking cookies").

--makes me hope that Cobel gets a "villain turned weird ally" arc, and that Milchick is right behind her, because he's already getting a taste of how thankless the severed floor manager position is, getting no guidance beyond "let Kier guide your heart" and having to defend the feat he managed to pull together in 48 hours.

--which brings me to: HELENA. HELENAAA. class traitor arc INCOMING. the "behind the scenes" bit reinforced this too: she is living in a gilded cage (the shot of her on the top floor with the windows acting as bars!) and seeing that her innie of all people gets affection and respect in a way that she never has, and she is enthralled. you can do it baby! I hope you kill your dad!

- I'm glad they clarified that the correct term for complex innie/outie romantic dynamics is "throuple" because Mark/Helly is finally compelling. by itself = eh. as part of Helena's development and possibly some kind of villainous fixation that can't possibly end well no matter how you slice it because Mark/Mark S is also going through a throuple thing with his dead wife who is actually alive, and don't think I've forgotten whatever thing that Helena and Milchick had going on in S1 (which is the only thing I was missing from this ep and hope they revisit) = now we're cooking with gas. not to mention Burt spying on Irving! throuples for days.

--tentatively believing that it really is Helena down there, and they sent her to play the part of Helly R to keep Mark complacent so that Cold Harbor gets finished, because Helly is too much of an unpredictable wild card but Helena is controllable (for now!). which would add another juicy flavor to Mark/Helly. they really did it, they really made the ship pop.

--it is so, so compelling how innies/outies are opposites. Helly is bold and rebellious, Helena is calm and subservient. Mark S is sweet and mild-mannered, Mark is cold and sarcastic. Dylan G is confident and driven, Dylan George is nervous and hesitant. Irving B is obedient and proper, Irving Bailiff is defiant and unconventional. and yet! bits of the other shine through, and we see it more and more, and they're slowly but surely on a collision course.

--the Good Doors interviewer says "you remind me of myself" and looks like Dylan, and I love this show because I can't tell if it's to continue the visual motif of doubling/reflections and show a "what could have been" path for Dylan, or if it's because there is truly something FUCKED going on across this whole town. or both.

--Lumon is in such a precarious position. they're a major global corporation, and they have politicians in their pocket, but there is also a lot of hostility and mistrust from the general public, enough to make a severed employee unhireable. (which further entraps their employees and keeps them dependent on Lumon.... Dylan. 😭) Lumon has to walk a fine line to continue, uh, whatever it is they're doing, without turning the public against them in a way that they couldn't recover from, hence the placating attempts at damage control. but all it would take would be a sufficiently strong spark to light that powder keg.

--because like, man.... I hope Helena and Cobel and Milchick all get their "fuck you Lumon" arcs. god. so many threads poised to unravel out of control and snap with the right push because the line that Lumon is walking is THIN. they do the most to try to control their severed employees, but they seem to take their non-severed employees for granted, and I'm wondering if that will be their undoing.

[genderqueerdykes]

TW: Transphobia, intentional misgendering/mentions of abuse, gaslighting, and generally gross behavior. You asked for experiences from transmasc people, so, here I am. I'm a transmasc person. Still figuring out what kind of person that is, but... I'm transmasc, which is what matters here. I've been told a LOT of harmful things in the community, both from abusers and from friends(who I no longer talk to). This is my experience. My first real experience with all of this was from a shitty ex, who at that point controlled my life and had identified as bi since he was 12. He denied me the ability to transition (I couldn't drive myself to the doctor and had no money to pay for more than the prescription), saying that I would turn into a monster and break up with him, abuse him, become violent, etc. He pressured me into using she/her pronouns along with he/they. I used genderfluid transmasc at the time as my labels, and he used this as an excuse to proudly call me "his wife in training", saying that because I didn't bind half the time, I was practically a woman. I'm now in therapy because while the term genderfluid fits, I legitimately get panicked when I try to use it because not only did he use it against me, but people used it to... detransify me. De-masc me.

Now, I'm a feminine person in some respects. I like a good accessory and bright colors and cute things. But because I wasn't performing hypermasculinity to become "a true man", people used genderfluid as a term to say "Well, clearly you're fine with female pronouns and terms because you wear earrings/paint your nails, and genderfluid falls in the scale of woman, so I'll just call you woman." People used the term so often to de-transify me, ESPECIALLY in the community.

When out and about, it does not matter if I have he/him or they/them pins on- people, even queer people, CONSISTENTLY read me as transfeminine even though I'm the opposite. I love trans women, but that's not what I am- and to be agressively labeled female by people who mean well and aggressively labeled male in a "you're just a monster masquerading as a female" way from strangers who are transphobic feels like absolute dogshit.

I'm nervous about top surgery sometime this year or next year. I want to keep a little bit of my chest, because I'm a larger person- but I'm legitimately worried my doctor will go against my wishes and give me a bird chest or carve out too much. I want top surgery not only because it will make me feel more like myself, but because my stupid chest is what EVERYONE points to- queer or non- and says that "but you have that, shouldn't you enjoy it?"

Being labeled a faker, a potential monster in the making, as someone who's just confused, and worst of all, being labeled as someone who didn't know what my own label meant... it's worn me down. I'm not sure what to do with myself, and am in gender therapy to unpack the trauma of what other people have placed onto me, both queer and cishet alike. I have quite a few understanding, loving friends in the community- but there have been just as many people who haven't understood and try to fit me into a box until I bled.

This stuff isn't just "oh silly transmasc! That's part of the experience! You just have to deal with it!" I don't, actually. And I refuse to. I refuse to give up the things I love for other people's assumptions of my body, label or identity. Even if it hurts to fight back, I'm tired of letting transphobes inside and outside our community harm me based on what THEY think I should be. This is my story. Sorry if it's bleak, but... that's the truth. I hope it helps others see that blaming us for all the harm the community faces, and making us into your blank dolls to play with, breaks us. It's awful. Please, treat us better. We deserve better. We always have.

Thank you for letting us share our stories.

thank you for taking the time to type this out and share, i really appreciate it. this is very insightful and important. i can't believe how awful people are to you. that shouldn't be happening. i don't want to take away from your story so i'll keep it brief

people, even queer people, CONSISTENTLY read me as transfeminine even though I'm the opposite. I love trans women, but that's not what I am- and to be agressively labeled female by people who mean well and aggressively labeled male in a "you're just a monster masquerading as a female" way from strangers who are transphobic feels like absolute dogshit.

this happens so often. this is what i mean when i say that trans men and mascs are also affected by transmisogyny. many people mistake trans men and mascs for trans women and transfems. it's a real thing and we need to acknowledge it.

[i-have-a-mouth-so-i-must-scream]

Primarch Kid OCs: Alyssandra of Nuceria

I've been seeing a lot of Primarch oc kid posts lately and decided to hop on the trend with my own oc kids that I've been too shy to post until now. I currently have three girls and four boys.

So, first up is my girl, Alys.

Here are parts of her backstory:

-While Angron was the one leading the fighters in battles and raids, his wife, Alma, was the one leading the ones who couldn't fight. Those were the ones that hid themselves in coverts and helped the rebellion by way of healing, supplies, information gathering and sabotage.

-Alma and Angron were married long before he got the Butcher's Nails.

-Alma and many of her fellow rebels that had mechanical and medical knowledge were already working on a way to disable and remove the Nails in order to save their friends and family who were chosen to become gladiators by the High Riders.

-Alyssandra was born 8 years before Emps yoinked Angron from what should have been the last battle the rebellion needed before they could have gained control over Nuceria. She and all the rebels saw her father disappear in a flash of golden light. They know he didn't abandon them, he was kidnapped.

-Angron was the one who named Alys. It was a combination of "Alexandra", "protector/defender of man" and "Lyssa", which has multiple meanings, including "rage", "frenzy", "noble", and "honey".

-Alys grew up knowing her father as a good and caring man that loved her and her mom very much. Most definitely a Daddy's Girl, but she has her mother's smarts and resourcefulness.

-A year after that, while their covert was still recuperating from the loss of Angron and the Eaters of Cities, they were suddenly attacked by two groups of cultists who each worshipped Khorne and Slaanesh. Their leaders had received visions of a Child of Golden blood, a descendant of Anathema, hidden in the mountains of Nuceria. They each had their own agenda for the child. One group wanted to offer her skull to the Lord of Blood and the other wanted to offer her to the Dark Prince in exchange for Daemonhood.

-Many died in the ensuing chaos that erupted when the two groups started fighting each other for Alys, her mother included. Alma died fighting off a Khornate warrior whilst trying to get Alyssandra to safety. It all came to a head when both a Khornate and Slaaneshi psyker tried to open a portal at the same time. The resulting energies began ripping reality in the immediate area apart which caused a massive explosion that instantly killed many and dragged dozens more into the Warp itself.

-Alyssandra survived being cast into the Warp because of her particularly powerful soul and her latent psyker abilities, both which she inherited from her father.

-She ended up on a planet that was consumed by a Warp Storm ages ago and has been surviving there ever since, living off of what she could hunt or scavenge and further enhancing her psyker abilities through trial and error.

-Her psyker abilities a like mix of Mel Medarda's from Arcane

and of Thena's from the Eternals

She's a powerful Empath and she can project golden light that she can turn into physical weapons or shields, but she still as difficulty controlling her physical projections, causing them to be only as strong as iron or, in worse cases, as brittle as glass and she can't really turn off her empathy which causes her severe migraines if she uses it too long. But once she does gain full control, she'll can project weapons strong enough to scratch Custodes armor.

-Her childhood growing up in the Warp was basically a cross between Alice in Wonderland and Doom.

[schizosusie]

this like. literally doesn't matter so im putting it under the cut.

so, im at an evangelical lutheran retreat, yeah? and im in an adult's group, with five other adults. these are three men and two women, all middle aged. all three men are pastors, both women are church council members. so i walk in, 19 years old, visibly queer, stupid ass haircut and wack ass eyeliner. id never really intentionally hung out with other christian adults above the age of. like. 25? so you can understand my terror.

the first guy, a bald bearded guy, shakes my hand, introduces himself as jonathan, says it's great to meet me. the second guy, scott, remembers me from the time he was a youth leader for my middle school group at another retreat. the first woman is sitting there silently knitting and the third guy is reading over his bible quietly. and then the second woman walks in. she's short, she's fat, and she's butch. she knows all the others, hugs them and talks about how good it is to see them again.

the conversation starts. i mention my fiance, no one bats an eye or says anything. the butch woman mentions her wife and the fact that she's on disability. everyone nods along. the first guy mentions his queer daughter and how he's so concerned for her future. and then the first woman, who looks very normal and conservative, puts down her knitting needles and says "this country is going to shit."

everyone goes quiet. we're all looking at each other. and then she's talking about how she's a middle school teacher and two of her student may be deported, and her school's funding is getting cut and she's so tired of being scared for her friend's lives.

everyone starts pitching in, talking about how they're so sick of our religion being used as a weapon, how it's become a pathetic excuse to get away with atrocities. and then someone points out how the church may not be around much longer, and it all gets quiet.

i love being a christian so fucking much. i love my community. but the elca isn't guaranteed to last. it's not guaranteed to be around in four years. i know no one else cares. i know no one else even knows about this. but fuck.

one of the pastors had to go back to college to pursue computer science, just in case his church goes under, in case he's fucked. i know christians aren't popular around here, but. augh

[ainnur]

we know you like celestialchaos (Wukong/Xiangliu) and divorced shadowpeach (where Macaque is the pathetic ex) but do you have any other LMK ships?

with or without Wukong, doesn’t matter

I DO!! Im a semi multishipper so I have few ships I like and some of them a pretty rare but I'll explain why I like them in simple way.

Start with my third favorite:

StableBoy (Ao Lie/Wukong)

To me this ship just a cute one. It match my hc that Ao Lie being the first person Wukong ever open up to after all the shit he been through because Wukong loves horses lol. And Ao lie is one of the persons that see Wukong grow to be better. I can see it as first ever heathy relationship Wukong ever have. Also Ao Lie the first person he ever truly trusted always listening to what he says. Ao Lie is Wukong's light.

OTHER SHIPS 👇🏼👇🏼

GoldenDragon (Mk/Mei)

Best friend to lover trope. They is two people that would say "If we single when we 27, we just marry each other" and the keep their dynamic. Plus they always be their for each other and match each other energy. They know each other the best and I like that about them. And when I first watched lmk I actually think they were dating or something lol. Im just like the silver and gold brother demon 🥲 sue me. If anything GoldenDragon is not parelle with Shadowpeach but StableBoy.

FreeNoddle (Tang/Pigsy)

Old married couple for the win✨ I just like how they lovingly fight with each other but comfort each other when needed.

LionPeach (Azure/Wukong)

This really giving love at first sight 😭I mean what is this. Look I like them because they cute. Azure admire Wukong and see him as great warrior, a bother, the King! Little bit too much its unhealthy. And Wukong have all his trust and having same gold as him and that is making the world a better place. But because his admiration, he blame Wukong for failing. For not achieving what he expect of Wukong to be. He also think what he doing is right. But even everything he never wanted to hurt anyone deep down and he made mistakes and redeemed himself with his life despite everything he loved his friends and they all loved him. Just look at Wukong when Azure die. And after everyting Wukong still care about him in a way.

Shadowpuppet (Not Mayor/Macaque)

Petty rival that somehow get together lol. I like them both being shitty to each other but cant leave each other side because they only have each other 🥲.

DestinyBone (Mayor/Lady Bone Demon)

One side love. Mayor do everything for LBD while her only focus on her destiny. Everything he do is for her but now she gone...he is nothing.

PuppetPeach (Wukong/Mayor)

Toxic yuri- okay look I have this idea for them with Mayor try to find someone else to serve after LBD is gone. At first Mayor dont like Wukong because you know, Wukong is the one make him realize that LBD never actually need him. But when fighting with Wukong he remember something. The warm that Wukong left him. It also cold when come to lbd and that how he like it but this warm feel strange to him. After some stalking he see Wukong as the leader, as the protector, as the hero and most importantly as a KING. Someone who deserve to be serve. I made a fanfic once about them HERE

StringDoll (Spider Queen/Lady Bone Demon)

✨Toxic Yuri for real ✨No explainition just them

IronBull (PIF/DBK)

Vilain power couple ✨. They may be a shit parents to Red Son but damn they're THAT couple. They just good with each other. I like how dbk defend PIF by saying that PIF can handle herself because she is a strong women but still worry about her because THAT his wife, he have right to be worry. And PIF? She loyal for him. 500 years finding way to free her husband from mountain. *Ehem* Take note Macaque *Ehem*. PIF would rush to her husband always. Just like when Azure attack DBK and his family, PIF quickly rush and jump infront of her husband wanting to protect him. I was like damn, you go girl ✨They either be good parents or good couple. They made their decision lol.

GoldenFeather (Peng/Wukong)

Okay I like this ship because my friend @starrclown make me ship theme with their cute fanfic. But I still have my own idea for them. I like them in 2 way

1)Peng having a casual crush on Wukong. Its never anything big. Peng just think Wukong is funny and chaotic. Peng love 'chaos' anyway and without it they think it be boring. Peng know that Wukong never actually like anyone and is fine by that. If Wukong like them back it be awasome but if Wukong dont Peng will be just find.

2) Peng have crush on Macaque😬. Hate crush but still crush. The thing is that Mac is a simp for Wukong and Peng just don't get it. He just don't get what so good about Wukong that got Macaque drolling like that. Peng being curious and also don't want seem as coward like Macaque ask Wukong for a "night" just to have the taste. Now he understand Macaque and wanting Wukong

Also Peng might be more important to Wukong consider he is one of first ink from Wukong scroll that show up and the first one to attack

This is OC x Canon:

ToxicPeach (Steve/Wukong)

Okay this is crack ship that me and my friend @halfdeadhalfpaniced made with random character we call Steve. But more time pass I kinda like the ship. Steve the wanna rockstar fall in love with the Monkey King himself. Wukong is questioning why he like that loser lol

[whateverisbeautiful]

This ties a little bit into that verbal “i love you” question, but do you think Michonne saw Rick officially as her husband before or after he proposed in the woods? I ask because I’m also realizing we’ve never heard Michonne officially give Rick some type of label. Rick considered Michonne his wife for years at that point because I think he’s just more traditional. With Michonne, she never gave me the vibe that she cared too much about titles/labels ect.. Like did she see Rick more as a life partner than anything? Because calling him her boyfriend also just seemed too casual for their relationship lmao

Good question! Michonne wearing Rick’s wedding ring on her necklace during all the years Rick was away always makes me think that she did view Rick as her husband before he gave her a ring in TOWL. I think Michonne also knows that Rick is traditional and that he’d completely view her as his wife and so that likely contributed to her embracing that marital status even when he was gone.

Michonne is very much about actions over words, so I can see her having the mindset pre-ZA that being life partners is more important than just having labels, which could have contributed to her and Mike not being married. But I also never got the sense that she was ever opposed to marriage either. Especially with the way she finds meaningful connections to people she loves through items. I think it makes perfect sense that she’d cherish having a ring of her own from Rick to solidify their love and union. “Boyfriend” definitely felt too casual lol. I remember Negan refers to Rick as Michonne’s boyfriend in season 9 and by that point especially it just seemed like husband was the much more fitting term. 

But speaking of verbal “I love you's”, I was trying to think if I ever made a post about when I think Rick and Michonne might’ve first exchanged ily’s. I don’t think I did, so I thought maybe I can just write it here. Because I’m always interested in when people think Richonne's first ily was. For me, I really believe it would have happened before Negan’s reign. I also like the idea of it happening before the Negan era because one; I don’t think Rick and Michonne would wait long to say it and two; I’d hope their first I love you was exchanged during a time of peace rather than duress. 

I know I’ve seen some people think that the first time they said it was during Say Yes, but while I think it was definitely said on that honeymoon run I’d be shocked if that was the first time. Especially because I can totally see them saying I love you several times prior to 7.12, like when they had that cell heart-to-heart in 7.08. And I also don’t predict it happened their first night together in 6.10, even tho they both felt it strong enough to say it by then. There were so many firsts that night for them, that I like to think ily’s were saved for another time to have their own moment.

So long story short lol, my take on when I think Richonne first said ily is shortly after their canon ep during one of those mornings like the one in 6.15. I feel like Rick said it first and then Michonne said it with ease right after. To me, that time in between getting together and ending up in the lineup just feels like the right time, and every time I see this 6.15 scene I just always feel like 'I love you' has definitely been exchanged already. 🥰

[dulc3vida]

sangria

pope heyward x lamb!reader

3rd installment! the one where sarah cameron gets lamb drunk at midsummers. def needs to be revised but i took too long on it so bleh

@starfxkrinc this one's for u moonybabe, it was meant for moonyday but i got caught up. here it is tho, enjoy!!

pope is your boyfriend now.

he hasn't asked you and you haven't asked him but you've been spending a lot of time together doing things that couples do. it would be wrong to assume he's not your boyfriend. at least that's how it worked in your young, inexperienced mind.

you were serious about pope. he was smart, handsome, funny, and he came from a good family in your eyes. the heywards never missed a sunday service, ever since your father came into town and all the other churches had to be shut down for development. you had no doubt your parents would love him the way you did when they met him. you could hear the church bells ringing.

maybe if pope hadn't made your mind all fuzzy with love and orgasms, you would have noticed sooner that your father was trying to set you up with rafe cameron.

it started the day after your dinner with pope. your parents came home from their anniversary trip and invited you to dinner with the camerons. you liked the camerons. wheezie always made you laugh when you talked to her. sarah was always kind to you and incredibly gorgeous. ward and rose were the picture of marital bliss but you rarely ever saw the eldest cameron. rafe. you knew who he was, you had heard stories about him that deterred you from socializing with him or his friends.

and now he was sitting across from you, staring into your soul.

that is, when you could work up the courage to look in his direction. you could feel your ears turning red under the intensity of his gaze.

"your dress is really pretty." wheezie spoke from besides you. she was insistent on sitting next to you as she always was whenever your two families got together.

"thank you. you look beautiful, wheezie." you smiled at her. the younger girl was starting to grow into that uncanny cameron beauty.

"she's really growing into a mature young woman, isn't she?" ward cameron spoke from across the table.

"ew dad." wheezie scrunched her nose in disgust.

"what?" ward looked to rose who shrugged and sipped her wine.

"anyways..." sarah spoke from her place across from wheezie. "i think i'm gonna head out, toppers picking me up." she stood up and kissed ward on the cheek, lipgloss glistening on his cheek.

"okay, be safe baby."

you wished you could go with her, you missed pope. he had been busy with treasure hunting all day, he hadn't even checked in with you.

"that girl..." rose took a big gulp of the rest of her glass of wine and you saw your mother raise her brows in silent judgement. you could always feel your mother's judgement and you can already imagine what the conversation on the ride home would sound like.

"so i hear rafe is at chapel hill. it's my lambie's first choice." your father spoke up.

"oh really?" ward asked, looking at you.

"yeah, something close to home. easy to come back whenever she feels like it. good churches in town because i know she won't make it to every service here." your father spoke for you. between him talking about you and rafe staring holes into you, you just wanted to disappear.

"i think chapel hill will be a great school for the little lamb. she'll fit right in." rafe commented, finally looking away from you to look at your father. they exchanged a look between each other that you weren't able to read.

"rafe is my legacy, where did you all go?"

"loyola." your father answered "my beautiful wife graduated from UCLA."

"you wouldn't want to go to one of your parents schools?" rafe turned his attention back to you.

you were about to open your mouth to speak when your mother chimed in for you. "she likes it here. our lamb is very... impressionable. she wouldn't do well so far away from us."

rafe nodded as your mother spoke. "mhm... and what do you think about that, lambie?" he spoke your name and laced it with ridicule. it was clear to everyone that he was mocking you.

"rafe." ward warned, shooting his son a look who only raised his hands in surrender and stood up.

"i think i'm gonna head out now too. have a good night." rafe deadpanned and walked out.

"sorry about him."

and that was that. the rest of the night was boring, you couldn't wait to get home and call pope.

your father wasn't bothered by rafe's temperament as he was motivated by forces unknown to you. he was also certain you would be able to shepherd him into the light. your mother was just as much in the dark as you but she felt the same and even liked the eldest cameron for you. she was already picking out dresses and venues, barely remembering that it would be you marrying the cameron boy one day, not her.

the second time you were cornered was when you were with your mother at the country club. the two of you played tennis every now and then. you were a decent player but you always choked under pressure. you couldn't help it, you weren't competitive like your parents. if you thought you weren't going to win, you often gave up half way and there was nothing wrong with that. you were just choosing your battles.

you were itching for the day to go by quickly. pope was working, doing grocery deliveries for his dad, and he said that he wanted to see you when he was done so he can take you out. you weren't sure where he would take you but he said his dad would let him borrow their truck so you were excited to ride in a car with your boyfriend like a normal girl.

your mom was about to serve the ball when she seen someone walking up behind you. her entire demeanor changed. "rafe!" your mother called out and waved him over to your court. your stomach dropped and you didn't dare turn around.

"ma'am." rafe greeted politely, turning on the charm around your mother. all the camerons just had that quality about them, but especially rafe. it was a charisma that bordered on frightening.

"no need for all that, call me dolores." your mother all but ran to the net to offer her hand to him.

"dolores." rafe repeated, giving her hand a kiss. he then turned to you. "lamb." he offered his hand and you reluctantly put yours in his. he rose it to his mouth and you basically yanked your hand away once he had pressed a kiss to it.

"hi rafe." you held your hands behind your back, feeling small in his presence and under his gaze. you had already forgotten about the awkward interaction at dinner but him staring you down brought it all back.

"i'm gonna grab us some water, let you kids catch up a little." your mother said, shooting rafe an encouraging look which you didn't catch because you were too busy asking God why your mom would leave you alone with rafe cameron of all people. he's never looked at you twice until yesterday and now that he's looking at you there's a look in his eyes that makes you uncomfortable.

and he just stood there for a moment, staring at you. not saying anything. you wish you knew what was going on in his head and at the same time you were glad you didn't. "i didn't know you play tennis." you nodded with a tight lipped smile on your face. "you any good?"

"not really." you looked at the floor beneath you, twirling your racket around in front of you.

rafe smiled but it wasn't the same one as he gave your mother. this one said that he knew something you didn't. "i know, i saw you playing." his comment threw you off and it was written on your face. "i can get you a teacher or something."

"oh no, that's okay." you shook your head.

"it's not okay." rafe took a step closer and you instinctively took a step back. he noticed your reaction and it amused him. "i can't let god's favorite embarrass herself like that." his tone was demeaning. rafe scared you. he seemed nice and charming enough but it was his eyes. you had never seen him enough before to notice it but his eyes were intense, deep, and calculating. he looked at you like he was trying to figure out what to do with you. you wished you could go back to before he even cared that you were alive. "yknow you never have anything to say when i'm around but you're always yapping with sarah and wheezie. what's up with that?"

your face burned in embarrassment and your lips were parted like you wanted to say something but no words managed to escape. rafe rose his brows and looked at you expectantly. your right hand rose to play with your cross necklace. thankfully, your mom came back with the water before rafe could say anything else. "thank you." you took the water and drank it, stepping closer to her side.

"we were just about to get lunch, rafe, would you like to join us?"

"i would love to dolores, but i actually have some business to attend to. we should have lunch together sometime though." he spoke the last sentence directly to you before waving a friendly goodbye and walking off.

"you're blushing." your mother mused and laced her arm through yours, walking towards the locker rooms while you wondered what had just happened and hoped it wouldn't happen again.

your phone buzzed and when you looked at it, it was a text from pope:

'i have to raincheck today, i'm sorry :('

you asked if he was okay and there was no response. you made sure to keep him in your prayers and ask the lord to watch over him and protect him.

the third time was after you had picked up your dress for midsummers from the boutique. you went with some of the girls from church who also had their dresses altered. you came home, immediately going upstairs to put the dress on, excited to show it to your parents.

little did you know rafe cameron came over to have lunch with your parents while you were out to talk business.

you saw him when you were halfway down the stairs and you stopped dead in your tracks. why did he keep showing up?

"don't keep us waiting." your mom said. "let's see it." your dad sat on the couch.

taking a breath, you descended the rest of the stairs and stopped in the middle of the room. 3 sets of eyes on you made you feel exposed. your mother looked at you in adoration, your father was analyzing the fit, and rafe was devouring you whole.

"it's a little revealing." your father examined you closely in your blue silk dress. "turn around." you had done this routine with your father ever since your body started developing at 11 years old. he would inspect you from all angles, making sure no one would get the wrong idea just by looking at you. rafe took note of this kind of obedience.

"yes, i do think it needs a little scarf or something she can wear around her shoulders. i'll find something." your mother made a mental note to find the accessory.

"you look beautiful." rafe commented, standing up and walking towards you. he was towering over you and you felt your heart pounding against your chest. it wasn't like how it was with pope. pope made your heart race and flutter and feel so full while rafe put the fear of god in you.

he offered his hand to you and once again, you stepped away from him.

"i should change." you rushed up stairs again, hearing bits and pieces of your mother saying how sweet you and him looked together.

"dear, i thought you were going to talk to her." your father looked at your mother, a disappointed look fixing itself on his face. between you and her, the pastor didn't know what to do. if his girls didn't get it together he was going to lose everything.

"i tried but you know how she is around these topics. maybe we raised her too well, the girl doesn't even think about boys. it's impossible to talk to her about it." your mother responded looking between her disappointed husband and the man she would have married if she were 20 years younger. "i'm sorry rafe, she doesn't mean to make you feel so... unwanted."

"no, no. s'alright. she needs time." rafe nodded. "she'll come around. she's a good girl."

"she is, i promise." your dad offered his hand to rafe and they shook hands, an unspoken, unholy deal being made.

you waited upstairs as long as you could without seeming suspicious. thankfully, rafe was saying his goodbyes to your parents. "rafe's leaving sweetie. come say goodbye." your mom beckoned you over and you stood as close as possible to your dad.

"bye, rafe."

"bye, lamb. i'll pick you up tomorrow around 5?" he asked. your confusion was written all over your face and you looked to your father as he spoke for you.

"she'll be ready."

"i'll see you tomorrow then." rafe turned his charm on again and smiled at you, waving a goodbye before walking away.

"what a nice young, man." your mom commented, before noticing the look of worry on your face. "you should feel lucky that we matched you up with someone like rafe cameron."

that's all it took for you to start rushing back up the stairs into your bedroom. it finally clicked in your head that your parents wanted to see you and rafe together. they didn't care how you felt, in fact you should be lucky. but you didn't feel lucky. you felt like you were being punished. while rafe had that cameron charm, you could also see it wasn't genuine and natural like sarah. rafe only turned it on when he wanted something. this time he wanted you and you can't remember the last time a cameron didn't get what they want.

you went through the motions of dinner, silently nodding as you listened to your mother ramble on and on about color coordination and rafes powder blue suit and how you should do your hair, among other things. you knew there was no getting out of this one. your parents talked about rafe as if he were a saint.

finally, you were able to shower the day off, however no matter how much you scrubbed your skin you couldn't get that dirty feeling off of you.

'pope?'

...

...

...

'yeah?'

'i miss you, can you come over?'

'i don't know

what about your parents?'

'its fine, they're going to sleep right now.

we can sit on my dad's boat.'

...

...

'i'll be there

give me like an hour'

'okay. be safe.'

it took him closer to an hour and a half, which left you plenty of time to ask forgiveness for leaving the house without permission. "i'm sorry i'm late, i got caught up in some... stuff." pope spoke as he approached you on the dock.

"it's okay- pope, are you okay?" you asked when the moonlight hit his face and you saw dried blood, shadowy bruises and a busted lip on his face. the sight made your stomach churn. "what happened?"

pope took a deep breath like he was going to tell you and then he stopped. how could he explain to you that rafe cameron beat his ass so he sunk toppers boat which resulted in another beating, without seeming like a bad person. "treasure hunting. no big deal."

you could feel that he was holding something back but you didn't press it. "do you wanna go inside? i can clean you up if you want."

"it's fine." pope leaned away from your hands that were reaching to touch your face.

"okay." you could feel his bad mood and your anxiousness swirling inside your chest and you just didn't know what to do. "how is the treasure hunt going?"

popes expression told it all. "it's over. it's gone."

"i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault." he sighed out, following you onto your fathers boat. "it was a longshot anyways. shouldn't have got my hopes up."

you couldn't help but feel like you should have prayed more for him and his friends. he told you how much he wanted this to come through and within 3 days it's gone. "maybe it's for the better? it was really dangerous anyways. i know you really wanted it but... god has a plan and this was all part of it. something better will come along, i know it."

pope only laughed bitterly. "yeah. right." he shook his head and you felt helpless. for what seemed like the first time of the night, he looked at you and read the emotions in your expression. he saw the helpless little lamb who didn't know what to do or say besides god. you had been sheltered enough to never know a godless world. a world where shit goes sideways all the time for no fucking reason at all. "you know, i'm sorry. i should go."

your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand suddenly. "what? why?"

he pulled his hand away as soon as you took it. "i'm just not in the best mood and i know you mean well, i just can't hear that right now."

"hear what?"

"that god has a plan and everything's gonna work out. that might be easy for you to believe because everything has worked out for you but it's different for me." pope felt himself getting worked up and irritated with the kind, wealthy, generous, religious freak who was worming her way into his life. and all of a sudden his cuts were burning, he could feel the seam of his socks, and there was a low ringing in his ear.

"pope, i know things are hard right now but-"

"no, you don't know." he finally snapped. "your life has been handed to you on a silver platter. me and my friends have to work for everything we have and want to have. the gold could have set me and my family for life. i'll never get another opportunity like that again. so don't sit there and tell me everything's gonna be alright when it's not." pope raised his voice at you, standing up and walking away from you. "what do you even want with me anyways?"

"pope-"

"no, actually. you're texting me all the time and inviting me over and doing things with me that you say you haven't done before." your cheeks burned under the accusation. he was looking at you with his inquisitive eyes, like you were a math problem he was trying to solve. "what do you want from me?"

"i thought you liked me. i thought you were my boyfriend." your eyes were brimming with tears. you knew he was upset but you didn't understand why he was being so mean.

"i never asked you to be my girlfriend." pope couldn't hold back anymore. all the frustration from the gold, toppers boat, and tonight that had been building up in him exploded onto you. "you sought me out. you cornered me in your dad's church, you invited me here. i never asked for this."

the heart shaped, rose tinted glasses that you've had on had shattered. a sob tore through your chest and you ran away from pope, leaving him on your dad's boat feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.

---

you woke up with no motivation to get out of bed. the new, deluded dream world you created in your head with pope at your side was crushed with one conversation. you didn't want to see him. you felt embarrassed. he was right. you went after him. you created your own reality where he was your boyfriend. you never asked him and he never asked you. you kept thinking how stupid, naive and inexperienced you were as you rotted the morning away in your bed.

meanwhile, pope was in the exact same boat.

he had left your house a good 5 minutes after bursting your bubble. he felt like shit. he knew you didn't deserve the way he had talked to you. pope's a man of science. your religious optimism and faith had got under his skin and irritated him to the point of lashing out at you. he never wanted to do that. he lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling while feeling sick to his stomach.

"you still in bed? come on, get up." heyward yanked the sheet off of pope. "get a move on, rich people ain't gonna feed themselves."

"i'll get up right now, pops."

"now, pope." heyward closed the door behind him and it took pope a second before he peeled himself out of bed. between jj in jail, the failed royal merchant, and him breaking your heart, pope didn't know what to do with himself for the first time in his life. usually, talking to jj and hearing a risky and deluded plan would bring him back to earth but now he didn't even have that. jj was in jail for him. john b had went dark. kie was at her house on figure 8 getting ready for midsummers. you were probably never going to speak to him again. he was alone.

you finally got up when your mother tore your sheets off of you. you went through the motions of getting ready. slowly but surely, your apathy turned into a pit in your stomach that threatened to swallow you whole. as your mother clothed you like a doll, you recited a prayer to saint anthony asking for him to help you find your faith again.

you almost didn't recognize yourself when you saw your reflection in the mirror. your mom had done a little more makeup than she would usually let you wear for special occasions. she had even put a red lipstick on you. "you look beautiful, honey. all grown up. here, keep this in your purse. you might need it." your mom handed you a compact and the lipstick. "let's get your hair out of these rollers, rafe should be here soon."

why did she have to say his name? you tucked the items into your little clutch that was sitting on the counter. your mom began letting your hair down, using hairspray and a comb to get it just right. "i remember doing this when i was your age. of course, i didn't have my mother to help me. i had to do it all on my own."

"thank you mom. i wouldn't know what to do if i didn't have you." you responded, almost on command as if it was a programmed response.

"i know." dolores strokes your hair. "listen mija, we need to talk about rafe. he is a man and men have certain... needs." she explained, pinning a few pieces away from your face. "as a woman, you need to fulfill those needs." you wanted to throw up and it was written all over your face. "i know we have had the talk already and we raised you to save yourself for your future husband but... a man like rafe might have certain expectations. i just want you to know that you and rafe have your father and my full support. nothing you could ever do would change that." she explained and you somehow managed to decipher the message she was sending.

it's okay to have premarital sex as long as it's with rafe cameron.

"anyways, that's... it." she fluffed your hair over your shoulders and you looked at yourself in the mirror. "you're perfect." her tone was adoring but her gaze was calculating.

"thank you, mom." you managed a half smile and stood up. "i'm going to go get my little scarf." you walked into your room, shutting the door and pressing your back against it with a sigh.

your mirror sat across the room, scarf draped over it. you looked at yourself from this angle and you saw yourself as you were. the naive little lamb trying to disguise herself as a wolf. you wished pope was around, though you didn't know why. he probably couldn't help much but when you had him, the world seemed so much brighter. anything seemed possible. now that he was gone, you couldn't find a reason to hope.

"mami! rafe's here! come down!" your mom called to you. you plucked the scarf off your mirror and descended the stairs to your most certain doom.

-----

pope had anticipated seeing you at midsummers. your family were prominent members of the island club as soon as you touched down in the OBX, whereas most people had to wait years and years to even be considered. your mother even began organizing the annual cotillion. your father had bought a plot of land to expand the golf course. he simply didn't anticipate seeing you hanging off rafe cameron's arm.

how does that even happen?

rafe cameron didn't go to church. rafe cameron was a raging cokehead that terrorized his friends for years. a raging cokehead that had just given him two beatings. you didn't know but if you did would you still have come here with him?

you had been in a catatonic state since he picked you up and it was beginning to scare rafe. rafe didn't mind that his dad arranged the situation. it helped his reputation ever since the whole drunk and disorderly conduct scenario when he was away at school. rafe also liked the idea of owning you, and being able to turn you into the perfect woman for him. one that he could easily do whatever he wanted with because you would never leave. marriage is sacred and divorce doesn't exist in your dad's church. still, it unnerved him how you were barely reacting to anything around you. you were shy and closed off before but tonight the lights were on but nobody's home. it wasn't cute anymore, it was weird. "hey, i'm gonna grab us drinks. what do you want?" you turned your gaze to rafe and shrugged your shoulders. rafe only nodded and turned to go to the bar.

you were all alone in the crowd and finally able to breathe. you just needed to be patient and this would all be over soon. your parents never stayed out past 10pm. they would be taking you home in mere hours. you could do it.

"hey, girl." sarah cameron grabbed your arm and began walking in the opposite direction of rafe, topper and kelce. "why didn't you tell me you were coming with my brother?"

"i didn't even know..." you managed to mutter. she continued walking towards a table hidden between all the surrounding bodies.

"wanna drink?" she offered a cup to you and you nodded, taking the straw between your lips and drinking. one the liquid hit your tastebuds you cringed.

"is this alcohol?"

"yeah, scarlet was able to sneak some of the sangria. it's okay with you right?" sarah asked. she reminded you of eve. a beautiful temptation. you were going to bite the apple.

"yes." sarah looked at you and smiled. she was definitely curious about you. the pastor's daughter that john b said pope was messing around with. the same girl who was here at midsummers with her brother and drinking with her.

"good." sarah smiled at you, drinking from the cup while it was still in your hand. she watched you drink a bit more and get adjusted to the taste.

and then she grabbed your hand and began dragging you to the dance floor. "i love this song." she held your hands and danced with you. "you know, you never really go out. i know you're religious and everything but even the other church kids come to parties."

"i'm not much of a party person." the alcohol was making you a little more loose as you were awkwardly swaying with sarah to the sound of some 2010 pop hit.

you were grateful for sarah whisking you away with her. topper and rafe had managed to entertain themselves once they accepted the both of you were staying at each others side. you two had the mutual understanding that you were both avoiding the guys you were supposed to be with. it made it easier to let yourself succumb to the effects of the sangria.

"jj?" you heard sarah say as she span you around and into someone.

"sorry mr. dunleavy." you muttered, clearing your throat and gaining the tiniest bit of composure.

"i got a note from, uh, vlad." jj held a note between his fingers. when your vision managed to focus, you noticed the bruises on jj's face.

"from vlad?" sarah asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"yeah."

"okay."

"just read the note." jj turned around and walked away as you and sarah looked at the note. in the background, your date began harassing jj.

"i gotta go." sarah breathed out and you nodded.

"go, go." you encouraged, turning to jj. you needed to save him. "rafe!" you called out and his eyes snapped in your direction. it was a complete jekyll and hyde. you were emotionless and using your scarf as a defense mechanism and now the scarf was discarded and your strap was falling off your shoulders. "come dance with me. please?" he couldn't refuse. not when your skin was flushed and dewy. he could tell you had been drinking and that intrigued him even more. the little lamb was straying from the light, without his own influence.

rafe came over to you and jj managed to evade his friends. your heart began thumping behind your chest again. you had almost forgotten how imposing rafe's presence was until his frame was shadowing yours. "where's your scarf?" he asked, trailing his hand up your arm to adjust your strap back on your shoulders.

"mm..." you shrugged.

"gettin' all shy on me again?" he pulled you in closer by the waist and you gasped. "thought you wanted to dance?" you couldn't say anything. you could only rest your head on his chest and wait for the song to be over. when you opened your eyes and peered across the room, you met pope's eyes.

your heart sank. he was looking at you with disappointment all over his face and suddenly you felt dirty. you wanted rafe to get off of you. you felt like you needed to walk through a fiery hellscape to pay for what you've done.

"i need the bathroom." you pushed yourself off of rafe and stumbled your way towards the bathrooms.

pope followed from a distance.

you locked yourself in a stall and soon after, pope was making sure you were alone before locking the door and waiting for you to be done.

when you came out, you were reasonably startled by his presence. "pope." all your feelings about him were rushing back to you. you missed him, but you were mad at him. you couldn't shake all the things he had said to you. you also felt guilty. you showed up the next day with a date.

the silence weighed heavy between you two. "you look nice." pope was analyzing you from head to toe. there was something that was slightly off about you.

"thanks."

"rafe cameron, huh?"

"my parents." you responded quickly, ready to explain yourself. "they arranged this without telling me. i had no idea."

"is this what you were trying to tell me last night?" he asked and you nodded. another silence fell over you two. "i'm sorry for blowing up at you. i had no right."

"i forgive you, pope." you stepped closer to him. "i miss you."

"i miss you too." he breathed out, stepping closer to you.

"i just... i think now... i don't think we can be together right now." the alcohol was now making you emotional and your eyes were welling with tears.

"what's wrong?" pope furrowed his brows.

"my parents want me to be with rafe cameron and i don't really have much of an option. they won't listen to me. i'm stuck with him."

pope was never quick to anger but his blood was boiling at this point. rafe fucking cameron just had to take everything from him, didn't he? it wasn't enough to be the son of the richest man on the island who had everything he ever wanted. he had to have you too. and of course your parents would support the union. it was like everything was going sideways for him and he never had a chance to try to get it straight again.

"i'm not gonna let that happen." pope took your hands. "rafe doesn't deserve you. none of them do. i don't."

"pope..." you whispered, feeling your heart skip a beat. it wasn't like how it was with rafe. you felt safe with pope.

"shhh... you're the closest to heaven i'll ever get to." pope held your face with one of his hands, letting it trail down the side of your neck. his hands found your shoulders and then went down to your waist. with every touch he was making you clean again. "i won't let them desanctify you."

pope's intellect was one of the most attractive things about him and his words had you whimpering. "kiss me" and he complied, taking your lips in a deep, slow kiss. it was sweet like honey, his tongue massaging yours as you let yourself go limp in his grasp. he repositioned you, pressing you against a counter and then lifting you up to sit on it. from this position, between your legs, the two of you began rutting your hips together.

you were gasping and arching in reaction to every touch. pope slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, revealing your already hardened nipples to the air conditioned atmosphere. kissing down your neck, pope took one of your nipples in his mouth and used his tongue to play with it. he was enjoying the reward of your airy moans as he ravished your breasts with opened mouth kisses.

"pope, i need you." you placed your hand on his head, stroking his hair. "please?" you opened your legs even wider for him, bunching your dress up to reveal the wet splotch on your white cotton panties.

"fuck." pope breathed. it was all for him. "are you sure?"

"i need you right now or i'm gonna melt." you whined and pressed yourself against him, making him groan. pope pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his cock. the tip was already glistening with precum and the thought of having it inside you sent another gush of arousal to soak your panties. pope was lost in you once again. it was like once you started teasing and begging, he couldn't help himself. not when you made noises everytime he grazed a finger against you. it was like a chemical reaction. the two of you were bound to bond together like this.

he pulled your panties to the side and licked his lips at the mess between your legs. a sticky, wet mess glistening all over your pussy lips. he tapped the head of his cock against your clit, making you twitch. "pope, please... please, please..."

when you begged like that, he couldn't help but comply. his cock found it's place between your lips and he marveled at the sight. gone was any thought of the party happening outside. it was only him and you.

he coated himself in your wetness before pressing the tip against your entrance. it was a tight fit but once he successfully breached your hymen and was fully nestled inside you, you managed to open your eyes and look at him. tears had streamed down your face leaving faint trails of mascara. looking into his eyes you nodded, giving pope permission to move. he pulled out of you slowly, pushing back in at the same speed. you were gripping onto the counter, watching as he continued these slow and precise strokes.

pope was in heaven. it was taking everything in him to not finish early. he continued to give you long and deep strokes. the both of you watched his cock sliding in and out of you, getting wetter with each stroke.

"oh god..." you moaned out, eyes fixed at where you and pope were joined together. "ohhhh..." the tears kept streaming. you had never felt this good in life. the stretch was unbelievable but you welcomed it. "more..." you leaned up, pressing kisses to his neck.

his next thrusts were shorter and harder. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began pushing your hips against his. the sound of your wet skin slapping against his filled the empty bathroom. he was groaning in your ear, hands under your ass helping you meet his thrusts. "oh fuck..." that word never sounded as good as it did coming from pope's lips. you kissed him and the two of you were swallowing each others moans.

and then he flipped you. pope bent you over the counter and you were faced with your reflection. you looked a mess. your hair was frizzing up from the sweat you had been working up. most of your makeup was in tact but streaks of your tears had marred the face your mother spent time crafting.

it didn't take long for that thought to be filled by pope as he gripped your hips and pressed into you from a new angle. your eyes rolled back and pope watched your expression in the mirror. with every thrust, you looked so angelic. as if your entire existence was consumed by pleasure. your lips were parted, red and swollen from all the kisses he had given you. you were letting out these cute little short moans with each thrust.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

pope freezes inside you. your eyes snap open. there is a brief silence before there is another three knocks on the door.

"is that you little lamb?" rafe's voice comes from the other side of the door.

you meet pope's gaze in the mirror and he nods at you. "y-yeah..." you shakily spit out.

"you okay in there?" he asks, tone condescending. "look, i know you had a couple drinks. i'm not gonna tell on you-"

"rafe, i'm not feeling good." you spoke, just wanting him to leave. you were twitching around pope and he wasn't helping considering he gave you a sharp thrust that made you gasp.

"you want some help? i know a thing or two." rafe tried opening the door, the handle jiggling with the attempt.

"no!" you answered as pope began to find his rhythm again.

"okay... do you want me to get sarah?"

"nooooo..." you trailed off into a moan which didn't make rafe think too much. "i'll be fine." you struggled to get the words out while pope set a punishing pace.

"okay, well i gotta go. just make sure you're fine to get a ride home with your parents. don't need them thinking i'm a bad influence." rafe said.

popes fingers found your clit and you struggled to hold it together. "ok-aaaayyyy..." your face was pressed against the counter as pope dug your little pussy out.

"goodnight lambie."

you tried to listen to the sound of his footsteps descending as pope pounded your cunt raw and aching for release.

"please..." you were begging again and it made pope feel godly. like he was the only one who could fill this need for you.

"anything." he answered. "whatever you want." his fingers flicked your clit with more speed as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier.

everything was silent.

your orgasm tore through you. surely, you were making noise but you couldn't hear it. your pussy pulsed rapidly around pope's cock and you could only feel a wave of heat lighting your body on fire as pope continued to thrust until he finished inside you.

you stayed connected like that for a while. pope pressed gentle kisses to your back. he pulled out from you with a pop. his cum began to trickle out of you and he leaned down to lick it up. you whined weakly as he feverishly cleaned you with his mouth. when he was done, he pulled your panties back into place and adjusted your dress on your body before tucking himself away. he hugged you from behind. "you mean a lot to me. thank you." he whispered into your hair. "i want you to be my girlfriend."

"i want you to be my boyfriend." you leaned back against his chest.

"i promise, i'll fix all of this." he let you go, grabbing some tissue and helping you fix your makeup. you only prayed to god he was right. pope kissed you hard before he left. he had research to do. he was going to get to the bottom of the camerons and your family's relationship.

you spent the last 30 minutes of the night with a tired, dazed, and blissful expression on your face. your parents gave the credit to rafe.

[averillaratargaryen]

‘The Bitter Bond.’

Chapter XV

“So what should we do” Aegon asks, as he was now stood in a room, beside both, Aemond and Daerlyssa.

“You have no choice, but to marry” Aemond responded.

“No. I can’t” Aegon shook his head.

“You have no choice” Aemond responds, “this wedding must take place.”

“Is no one listening to me? I do not want to be coming to a bed with a woman in it” Aegon then looks towards Daerlyssa, “with no offence.”

“Aegon, you are being selfish” Aemond scoffs, “Daerlyssa does not like you, yet she is marrying you for her family’s sake. The least you can do is accept it, for Daerlyssa’s sake.”

“And what if they ask for us to have children?” Aegon asks, “what then?”

“You will just..” Aemond swallows away his feelings, “you will have to make do.”

“I’m not sure I can even..” Aegon looks at himself in disgust, “.. i have never- with a woman, I mean- it’s impossible.”

“Aegon you are acting like a child” Aemond sighed.

“Am I? Or perhaps I am worried of the fact that we will end up just as our sister, Rhaenyra, birthing bastard children!” Aegon shouts out in frustration, before taking back his words when he notices the look in Daerlyssa’s eyes.

“Daerlyssa, I-”

“It is cruel of you to judge my family, Aegon” Daerlyssa responded, “Who is not to say they aren’t, given that both my grandmothers hold not only Baratheon blood, but Arryn blood too.”

“I didn’t mean to-!”

“But you have no right to judge, if my brothers are bastards. The legitimacy of my brothers’ birth should not be put to question, and certainly not by you” Daerlyssa responded, not letting Aegon apologise for his words, “just as their father Ser Laenor, he and you both suffered the same fate.”

“You mean-?” Aemond looked at her, slightly shocked but still confused.

“My mother and him tried. Many times, they had tried, yet it was not possible. My mother needed to birth heirs, and with my father married to Laena, my mother was given no choice” Daerlyssa explains.

“Look- I’m sorry, Daerlyssa. I spoke out of turn, I am just stressed” Aegon sighed.

“Is marrying me truly such a degrading act?” Daerlyssa asks, “if you can not give me children, then that is all well, we will not have children. I can make do without birthing.”

“But that is what is expected of us” Aegon looks at her pleadingly, “try to understand.”

“We will marry, as stay married until my grandfather has passed. Once the throne is given to my mother, I will leave” Daerlyssa explains her plan.

“Leave to where exactly?” Aemond interrupts, “you have no dragon, no guards, where will you go?”

“It does not matter. As long as it is believed I am dead, it will free Aegon from having me as his wife” Daerlyssa responds.

“So that is it then? We marry, into a loveless marriage, and whilst I’m out with the man I love, you will stay home in our chamber pretending? Is this what you truly want, Daerlyssa?” Aegon asks.

“I will make do” Daerlyssa responds, “now, if you do not mind, I shall like to leave. It is getting late, and I must get to bed.”

Before Aegon could speak another word to her, Daerlyssa had hurried past him, out the back door of Aemond’s chamber.

“Was it necessary?” Aemond asks his brother.

“I apologised” Aegon shrugged.

“Sometimes, it is hard to remember you are older than me, given that you lack such sense of maturity” Aemond responds.

Turning away, Aemond sighs, holding his head in despair, feeling far too under stress.

“Aemond.. do you really think that ought to happen?” Aegon asks.

“What?” Aemond turns back to face his brother, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“Would they have me usurp the throne?” Aegon asks.

“I do not know” Aemond shrugged, “of course, you are the first born son, it makes much more sense to have you be king, but father had already named his heir.”

“What would be the need of a usurpation then?” Aegon asks, “I don’t understand- we’re meant to be a family.”

“As father states, quite a lot, this family is divided. If you both marry, I suppose it puts at ease, that our sister Rhaenyra would have you to a sword, for the throne. It makes it easier for us all to accomplish what we need” Aemond responds.

“But what if..?” Aegon sighed, “what if I wanted to be king?”

“Do you?” Aemond asks, a slight scoff escaping him.

Aegon nods, understandably, as his brothers reaction, “right right. I am not suited to be a King, I’m aware. I do not even have the taste for such duties. But to think of being King, it would make my life much easier, given my nature.”

“It will make it much harder” Aemond corrects him, “being King does not mean you can do as you plead. You will have to continue to sneak around, as you do now.”

Aegon stared at him blankly.

“The idea of being caught as a prince is terrifying. Now imagine as a King” Aemond responds, seeing the realisation then hit his brother, “Rhaenyra is the heir. I’m sure she will make a fine Queen, and if not, better than our father.”

Aegon nods, “yes. Yes, I suppose you are right.”

-

As the afternoon came, to the following day, Daerlyssa was sat on a bench, within the gardens.

It was a windy afternoon, not many around, leaving her sat, isolated by herself, as she plucked onto the rose in her hand.

“Mind if I sit?” Daerlyssa looks up, after hearing her brother’s voice, to find Jacerys stood, looking down at her.

“Are you sure?” She asks, before turning her head away, “I thought by now, Daemon would have disowned me, and you all follow in his steps.”

“Do not be ridiculous” Jacerys sat himself beside her, “no matter what Daemon says, you are still my little sister.”

“Everyone is angry, for my acceptance to this alliance” Daerlyssa sighed, “I do not doubt you are too.”

“Surprisingly, no. I am not” Jacerys shrugged, having Daerlyssa turn to face him.

Looking back at her, he leans forward, towards her, “I am just shocked. I did not expect it, I mean, what of Lord Stark?”

“What of him?” Daerlyssa asks.

“Well, I- well all of us, thought you’d accept to marry him. Not Aegon” Jacerys explains.

“What good would it do, to have me marry Lord Stark?” Daerlyssa asks, “he is a grown man, who sees me to be just.. this little girl. Marrying him, I would have moved North. I would have no family with me.”

“I mean, you would make your own family” Jacerys mumbles as he shrugs, “but that is not my point. My point is, are you happy?”

“I am content” Daerlyssa responds.

“But are you happy?” Jacerys asks.

“What difference does it make?” Daerlyssa responds with another question.

“Daerlyssa, if you are not happy, then you should not marry Aegon. You should marry for love. Not for an alliance. I’m sure we can find many different ways to form an alliance” Jacerys responds.

“The family was divided the moment Alicent opened her mouth to her children about you being a bastard” Daerlyssa’s response had Jacerys taken back a bit, seeing that it was the first time he had seen her respond so harshly.

“And Lucerys then cutting out Aemond’s eye” Daerlyssa let out a sigh, “nothing easy can solve this matter. No easy alliance can come out of this.”

“Whatever had happened with us men, we are capable of sorting it out between us. You do not have to accept to marry Aegon, in order for us to get along” Jacerys responds, “besides, just the other day, me and Aegon both had a training session together, and it went well. We didn’t try to kill each other.”

“That is a start” Daerlyssa chuckled.

“But that is what I mean” Jacerys smiled back at her, “this marriage will not be necessary, if it is solely based on having our families connect with one another.”

“It is not that” Daerlyssa shook her head, “that is not my reason for marrying Aegon.”

“So answer me truthfully. Are you happy? Do you feel loved?” He asks.

Daerlyssa nods, “I am happy. The decision I have made, I am happy with it.”

“Then that is all that matters” Jacerys had bought himself closer to her, gliding one arm behind her shoulders, and the other around her, as she laid her head against his shoulder.

“Do you think Daemon hates me for my decision?” Daerlyssa asks.

“I don’t think he hates you. I just think he hates this family” Jacerys let out a soft chuckle.

-

Rhaenyra, that same afternoon, spent quite her time, searching for her daughter, in hopes of speaking to her.

Not realising Jacerys had beat her to it.

“Oh- Aemond!” Rhaenyra called out with an awkward smile, as she found her brother walking past.

“Yes?” Aemond looked at her confused.

“I’m sorry, I-? Have you seen Daerlyssa?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Jacerys was looking for her not too long ago. I suppose she is with him” Aemond responds.

“Right” Rhaenyra whispered.

As Aemond turned, to continue walking on, Rhaenyra had stopped him, as she stood in front of him, “i was hoping- we should speak, about Daerlyssa.”

“What of her?” Aemond asks.

“I know” Rhaenyra sighed.

The look on her face causing Aemond’s heart to sink.

…

“How long has it been, that the two of you have been.. invested in one another?” Rhaenyra asks.

“I’m not sure” Aemond responds, “I least expected it, just as you.”

“And is she aware? I mean, does she know of your feelings towards her?” Rhaenyra asks.

Before Aemond could speak the truth, he remembered the promise he made to Daerlyssa, and therefore, denied the truth, “no. That is why she is choosing to marry my brother.”

“No doubt, Aegon is a good man” Rhaenyra nods, “I am just worried for her safety.”

“Well, with guards around, you have nothing to worry about” Aemond shrugged, wishing to leave the conversation as he stood up.

“Aemond-!” Rhaenyra called out, watching him turn to look at her with displeasure.

With a sigh, she spoke, “I know, that you are not very fond of me, nor my children, given what had happened to you.”

“Hmm” Aemond looked at her, weary.

“But all I ask, if if this wedding takes place, that you take good care of my daughter” Rhaenyra pleads.

A plead that had Aemond’s eye soften.

“You are one of the strongest I have seen, here. Despite being the youngest, you are much more mature than your brother, and it occurred to me, that you are well aware of Daerlyssa. All I ask, is you do not fault her for what had happened to you, and that you take care of her” Rhaenyra explains.

With a soft smile, Aemond nods, “I wouldn’t plan to let harm come to her in the first place.”

-

The evening had come, as everyone was sat for dinner.

A much quieter dinner than usual.

“So” Viserys cleared his throat, “perhaps we should talk of wedding arrangements?”

“Nothing will be arranged until I’ve spoken to my daughter” Daemon spat out in response.

“What is there to speak of? She has accepted?” Viserys asks.

“That she is happy, for this to take place. That it was truly her choice, and not forced upon her” Daemon turns to glare at his brother, “you had forced your daughter, I do not see why wouldn’t try to do the same.”

“Rhaenyra was hardly forced, Daemon” Alicent spoke.

“It is a family matter, this does not concern you” Daemon responded harshly, before looking back to his brother.

“I did not force this upon her. The two of you forced it upon yourself, when you chose to engage improperly” Viserys responds.

“And I asked that you wed me to her, yet you denied” Daemon reminds him.

Rhaenyra looking at Daemon, confused, before looking towards her father, “is that true?”

“You could not marry each other, she was a child” Viserys looks towards Daemon, “and you were hardly man enough to cater to her.”

Rhaenyra scoffed, looking down at her plate, the realisation hitting her, of such a fued, wedged between the family, that all could have been avoided, if only her father accepted Daemon’s proposal.

“No. What your problem is, was yourself being manipulated by the words of your Hand. A man you put too much trust in, to not realise he will fuck you up” Daemon slammed his hand against the table.

“Daemon” Rhaenyra whispered, wishing for him to not create a scene, in front of her children nonetheless.

“He does not look happy” Lucerys points out.

“I do not see why he would be” Aegon mutters.

“Why? Are you not happy?” Jacerys asks.

“Of course I am” Aegon let out a smile, after being glared at by his brother, “I wished for this alliance to take place, but I chose not to speak on it, considering I did not know what Daerlyssa truly felt.

Daerlyssa, who was sat beside Aegon, as she quietly played with the food in her plate.

“Daerlyssa” Lucerys called out.

“Yes, I am happy” Daerlyssa responded, without looking up from her plate.

“You do not sound it” Lucerys scoffed.

“Perhaps due to Daemon’s anger” Aemond pointing out, having them all fall to silence again.

“I suppose it would be nice to have a sister” Helena then cleared her throat, “one that will be living with us, of course.”

“Yes. Braid each others hair, and pick out lavender bar soaps” Aegon scoffed.

“What is wrong with you?” Helena nudged him harshly.

“Nothing” sighed, rolling his eyes away from Helena, to meet Aemond’s glaring face again.

“Your awfully quiet, Daerlyssa” Helena rolled her eyes away from her brother Aegon, towards Daerlyssa.

Looking up, Daerlyssa played a smile on her face, yet again as she nods, “it would be nice for me to have a sister too.”

She was quick to turn her head away, looking forward to meet Aemond’s eye, who once glared at Aegon, now looked towards her, softening up the moment it caught her eyes.

-

“So, Daerlyssa” Rhaenyra cleared her throat, as she stood before her daughter, within her chamber, beside Daemon.

“I know what you wish to say” Daerlyssa nods, “I made this choice. The more I got to know Aegon, the more I have realised he makes a great husband.”

“The man is a drunk fool” Daemon points out.

“He hasn’t been drunk for over a month. You would have noticed, if you had come past your hatred for him” Daerlyssa responds.

Realising her rude tone, she sighed, “I have made my decision, there is nothing more to it.”

“Daerlyssa, if you marry him, you are alone in this marriage. Not I, nor your mother, will accept it” Daemon threatens.

“I know” she nods, slightly hurt by his words, “but I-?”

She clears her throat, trying her best to keep the facade up, “I love him. Aegon, I mean. I love him, and I am sure he loves me. I am happy.”

“Does he love you? Or are you his only chance to not get caught on the ways god has made him?” Daemon asks.

“Daemon, please” Rhaenyra pleaded, “we spoke about this.”

“You know?” Daerlyssa asks.

“That he is in love with men, yes!” Daemon shouted back, “we are not blind, Daerlyssa.”

“Well, I believe to bought out the best in him, as has he. So, either way.. this wedding will take place” Daerlyssa continued to hold her ground confidently.

“This wedding will not take place” Daemon shook his head.

“Yes, it will” Daerlyssa responds.

“No.”

“Yes!” Daerlyssa shouts back, before letting out yet, another sigh, “I am tired, father. I am tired, of you treating me like I am a child. As though, I can not make decisions for myself, that I must confide in you. I am marrying Aegon, and nothing you say will change that!”

Her outburst caused Daerlyssa to then begin breathing heavily, out of panic, as she looked at her parents with softened eyes.

“Once you are Aegon’s wife, you are no longer my daughter” Daemon stated.

“Daemon, stop” Rhaenyra glared at him.

“No” Daemon shook my head, “I have made my decision, and that is final!”

Daerlyssa nods, letting out a scoff, “fine. Be it that way. So much for a father’s love, when you can not be happy for your own daughter.”

Turning away to leave, Rhaenyra grabs a hold of her.

“He does not mean it, he just worries about you!” Rhaenyra explains.

“Worry? Disowning your own child is for worries?” Daerlyssa questions, “no. He just wishes to control me, as it gives him power as a man.”

“Don’t you dare” Daemon mutters.

“Is it not true?” Daerlyssa asks, “you control mother, as she listens to you, given that she has no choice. You can not be trusted, but because you are married to her, the rest of the family seem to put up with it!”

Daemon, having enough of Daerlyssa’s taunt, walks towards her, in angry strides, his eyes glaring down at her.

“Daemon, don’t-!”

Rhaenyra shouts out, before Daemon had got a hold of Daerlyssa’s throat.

“Daemon, let go of her” Rhaenyra tries to push him back, but to no avail, the sound of her daughters choked up breath, causing her to panic.

“You will eat up your words, after this family tries to kill you” Daemon whispered.

“Daemon, enough!” Rhaenyra managed to push him away, his hand slipping off her throat.

Pulling him back, Rhaenyra looked towards him with fury, “what has gotten into you? She is your daughter!”

Daerlyssa stood back, holding her neck as she coughed, gasping for air.

Looking up at her father, she noticed the regret in his eyes, but she found it too late for him to even apologise.

“The only person who’s tried to kill me, is you” Daerlyssa spoke her last words to Daemon, before turning around to walk out, slamming the door behind her.

Rhaenyra watches her leave, before turning to face Daemon.

“My anger took over me, I don’t-?” He stuttered, looking at the disappointment on her face.

“If anything is to happen to our daughter, you will be responsible” Rhaenyra spat out at him, before turning away from him.

-

Daerlyssa walked around frankly, through the corridors, her eyes teary as she held her chest.

Whilst she believed to have her brother on her side, she couldn’t help but feel hurt, not being able to bare the thought of losing her family, all due to a marriage that she believed would save them.

Her breath became heavier by the minute, as she felt herself threatened to fall to her knees, bursting into tears.

“Daerlyssa?” Aemond called out, as he was stood a couple of feet away, opposite her.

Looking up from the ground, to Aemond’s worried face, he had noticed that she was not her normal self, causing him to rush towards her.

“Hey hey” he called out softly, cupping her cheeks in both his palms.

Daerlyssa, trying her best to avoid looking into his eyes, knowing she’d become vulnerable, had found her breath continuing to get heavier and rapid.

“Star” Aemond whispered in fear, to the sight before him.

Hearing those words, Daerlyssa had caved in, turning her gaze towards him, her eyes no longer containing her tears as she sobbed before him.

Aemond was quick to comfort her, as he embraced her tightly, yet gently, as he left her little pecks against her head.

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chapter 16

[purple-haired-faerie]

Family pt 2

Azriel x reader

Future fic, Family fic, established relationship

Mentions of character death, child abuse and alcoholism.

Word count: 856

We were in our cabin in Illyria. Since everyone had started having children, we all decided we couldn’t keep using Rhysand’s mother’s cabin, so we all brought our own as a place to stay. Azriel was checking on training and checking on a few bits of information that had come back to him. I was there checking on the younglings health in my capacity as a health visitor healer. I had low level healing magic and wanted to put that to good use so Madja had trained me as a health visitor. Axel and Elias were undergoing basic Illyrian training as well as their own individual ambitions. Axel was working on controlling his shadowsinging abilities. He knew he wanted to use his shadows and he wanted to investigate, but didn’t want to take up his father’s position as the courts spymaster, which was fine with us. We wanted our children to pursue whatever they wanted to pursue.

Elias on the other hand had inherited a stronger amount of my healing powers, and wanted to become a trauma surgeon. His argument was that ‘the more Illyrians I can save, the less time Dad and Uncle Cass have to spend in Illyria training the soldiers and increase the armies numbers. They were both twenty five and coming into their own person. Esther was ten and was an absolute joy to be around. She somehow sure the best in everything and everyone and just wanted to help in anyway she was able. I was sat at our table working on my notes from the children I had seen today for a report I was doing for Rhys and Esther was working on some extra school work. She was always looking to learn new things and asking her teachers for extra work, when Azriel and the boys came in. Only they weren’t by themselves, but had two younglings with them.

“Love, we couldn’t leave them. They have no one out there and…” Azriel babbled and I had to raise my hand to silence him. The boy looked to be about seven, and he was clinging onto a baby I guessed to be about six months at most. “Azriel, it’s fine. We will manage. Can you tell me what happened?” I asked. I could see Esther, still sat at the table taking everything in with big wide eyes. Azriel swallowed, motioning our buys and the two children further into the cottage. “I’d finishing for the day, and I’d met up with Axel and Elias and we were leaving the camp, when I saw them. Well I saw him first. He reminded me so much of Cass. He was fighting with some other boys. For food I think but I’m not sure. I came over to break the fight up, and the other boys, well they ran off. He looked panicked like I was going to hurt him” and I gave him a reassuring smile. I’d been told what he and Cassian had been through as children and how their lives had been changed when Rhys’s mother had taken them in.

“I assured him he was okay and I wanted to make sure he was okay. It took a while but he said he was just trying to get food for his sister. When I asked why he was in charge of getting food and not his parents, he said it was because his mother was dead. She died giving birth to his sister. His father was angry at her for killing his wife and spent his time drinking and when he wasn’t drinking he beat him, because he was defending the baby. His wings even got injured meaning that he can’t really fly properly. One night he grabbed his sister and ran away. They’d been managing by themselves ever since” and I got him to take me to his sister and we came straight here.” I gave a nod, and returned to the two small children. “Can you tell me your names? If you are going to be staying with us I need to know what we are to call you?”

The boy looked around at all of us, trying to work out what I had just said and what it meant. I knew we were keeping these children, that they were going to become part of our family. “Momma called me Finn, and I called her Sylvia” he finally whispered. The fact he had to name his own sister broke my heart. I felt Azriel’s pain through the bond, the pain he felt for these two children was the same as mine. “Finn, how would you and Sylvia like to join our family? If you lived with us? That way you wouldn’t have to fight people for the basics and you and your sister could be safe and be with people who love you” Azriel asked gently. Finn looked around, at every single one of us. At me, Azriel, Axel, Elias and finally Esther, before looking back at Azriel and nodding, and that was all that was needed. Our family of five had just grown to a family of seven.

Tags; @romantasyreader28 @suppppp97 @thelov3lybookworm @azrielssgirl

[futurewriter2000]

Dares and Shrooms

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finalyl found the time to actually finish it. I really like it becaus it's just so cutee. Hope you like it <3

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader

REQUEST (wattpad) @_SlytherinsLoser_: Can you please write a fred x reader, where Y/N wants attention, but fred doesnt give it to her and then Y/N does something to get Freds attention (use your fantasy here, i am very stupid and not creative)?

XX

Mother said flutter your eyelashes, give him a soft smile, fawn over him and make him believe that you were the only girl in the room.

Mother knows you best... sometimes... and sometimes, she forgets that you are not her.

Your eyes were following his figure over the tents, his laughter was very much loud and identical not only to his twin brother but all of his siblings. You have probably walked the same path, passing his family's tent, about a dozen of times and not once has he looked your way.

You remember him and since the moment you do, he has been the very much, the one. Or something. You turn romantic when it comes to love. Suddenly, you feel pain and love, you think of every possible scenario with this boy, from the moment he kisses you at your wedding to the moment you rock on chairs until the very old age. You've remembered his eyes, his hair, his every freckle that painted his pale skin but at last, you had not once made such a move on this boy.

You've been staying with your cousin and his friend, Cedric but Cedric as charming as he was, he just wasn't Fred Weasley. He was funny but he wasn't hilarious and to be honest, the two of you never connected. Besides that, Cedric pretty much gave you the same attention as Fred did- none. He was mostly with his father and your cousin. You and your cousin were just quite close and he was always quite protective of you, like a big brother. Growing up and sharing your whole life together was what made the bond so much tighter. Besides that your cousin was a half-blood and you were muggle-born, which your family never understood and spend most of their time away from you. You've been pretty much excluded from your family, so your cousin was the closest thing you had to having a family. Cedric's father always wanted a daughter, so he treated you exactly like one from the moment you met him.

"Tea, dear?" he said as he already brought a cup in his hand for you.

You smiled widely, feeling your heart flutter from warmth. "Yes, thank you."

He sat beside you. "The boys are out there playing hooligans, so I thought you and I might spend some time playing chess?" he said as he pulled out a checkboard.

"I only know how to play the Muggle version." you said as you sunk into the sofa.

"No worries, I know how to play that too." he winked and started to place down the pieces. "White or black- pick your poison."

"White." you put down your cup of tea and sat up straight.

As he placed the pieces down, a silence followed and you more times or so, you would feel uncomfortable in it but with him, it was only comfort and safety. You envied Cedric for having the father figure you had always wanted. "You know my wife was Muggle-born as well and to be quite frank with you, I was kind of an idiot to her about it at first." he said as the two of you moved your pieces. "The more I got to know her, the more I realised she was shy and insecure about her magic because it was a whole different world to her than the one she was used to as she grew up." he said and looked up to you.

"It's not easy, no." you replied, giving him a shy smile.

"She thought me this game because she didn't know how to play our version as well." he smiled. "And in my opinion, I find it less vulgar and quite stimulating for the mind." he continued, taking a pause as he calculated his next move. "At first she always beat me at this game, there was this confidence shining through it when she did. So I always let her win, so I wouldn't take away the one thing she knew more to do than me." he continued .

"But you're not letting me win, are you?" you eyed him.

"Well, you're not my wife- not near it. You've got more fiercness in you-"

His sentence was cut short when a tumble had reached the entry of your tent. Both of you shot your head and in the blink of an eye, Amos was standing in front of you with his wand out towards the intruders.

Twin boys scrambled on their feet and looked around. "Well, George, this surely isn't our accomodation." he grinned and the other laughed.

Amos sighed and put his wand away, laughing. "You boys surely know how to make an entrence."

"Apologies, mr. Diggory. We weren't watching where we were going." said George and started to back away. They both saw you sitting there and you didn't know whose eyes lingered longer on you but only George seemed to wave his hand as he backed away. "Hi, (y/n)." and they were out the door.

So this was only one out of many examples of how brief your interactions were with those boys. Pure nothingness from the boy you were falling in love with.

And so the chess game continued.

---

The night was peaceful. You could hear the crickets and the wind as you fell asleep but it wasn't until somebody in your dreams started to scream your name.

"WAKE UP (Y/n)!" you opened your eyes wildely as you hazed out of your dreams. Cedric's eyes were worriedly looking at you and you couldn't place the time and space for the life of you. "Put your shoes on- we have to run."

You didn't even think when he took you by the hand and dragged you out. "What's happening?"

"We're being attacked. " he said as he continued to rush through the crowd.

"Mark-"

"He's with my dad- I just ran to get you when the attack started. We said we'd meet at the Portkey. Or that's what I think he would want me to."

"What?"

"Just follow me."

It was cold and you could barely wake up your legs to run but Cedric was pulling you so hard behind his fast pace that your legs draged and flew behind him. He was squeezing your hand so tightly it started to hurt but you felt safe knowing you couldn't lose him due to it. He was not about to let go and you were sure of that.

The two of you came up the hill near the woods and the whole Weasley family was there already, their friends, your cousin and Amos. You looked around and you saw Fred's eyes glimpse at your holding hand with Cedric's but you couldn't let it go from the grip he held. To be honest, you didn't want to since your heart was pumping with fear and adrenaline. It wasn't until Mark came into your embrace and almost knocked you down . "Oh thank God, you're okay!" he checked you from head to toe. "I wanted to get you but the crowd seperated us and I already saw Cedric running towards the tent- Amost was pulling me away, said to trust him."

"What's happening?" you said, completely dazed and confused. It was as if everything happened in one milisecond and you couldn't place the surroundings at all. Your hand though was aching from the grip and you continued to shake it.

Cedric seemed to notice and gently took a hold of it. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly.

"No." you laughed. "But that's one hell of a grip you've got there. Surely wasn't gonna fly away."

He laughed and brushed your hand with the palm of his, soothing it and causing odd feeling appear in your stomach.

Your cheeks flushed when all of you touched the Portkey and just before the transportation, you saw Fred's eyes, looking at you intensly.

---

School started off soon after and you haven't been much active in it since it did. The drive that starts at the beginning of every school year, ran away just as fast. You promised, you'll do homework every day from the moment you get assigned... but... well... it was your cousins fault actually. He kept driving you on those little adventures.

This night you decided to go to the Forbidden Forrest... on a dare of course and you were never the one to back out of it. You were content with anything really- except the giant spiders. That was where you knew you'd probably die an excrutiating death.

You stood there, Cedric and Mark both behind you. They smiled, you waved confidently back but when you faced the darkness, your confidence died- your whole soul died.

You brushed off the fear and just started walking further and further into the forest. The dare was to bring back something to make sure you were deep into it- that you didn't cling to the coast of it.

"Okay..." you whispered to yourself as you saw there was nothing but quiet. With every step, you grew more courageous and soon you actually started to look for something that you would bring back.

And there it was... an actual glowing mushroom. Your face lit up. You knew of mushrooms but there was actually a rainbow-glowing one!- A BUNCH!

You giggled to yourself and knelt down. You couldn't stop smiling but at the same time, you couldn't tear it away. You felt awfully sorry for the little glowing thing... but you had to take something, so just so you were about to touch it-

"NO DON'T!" somebody screamed behing you and you screamed back.

"AHHHHH!!!!"

"AHHHHHHH!" they screamed back and you fell back, crawling backward away from them and looking widely. Your wand was already pointing at them and just before you could shoot, they screamed back. "No, no, no, IT'S ME, (y/N)?!" you saw the dark figure lift their arms up.

He approached you and you saw "Weasley?" and laid on your back, exhaling. "Bloody hell- you almost killed me." you closed your eyes and heard a chuckle.

"No- that thing would kill you if you fucking touched it."

You raised your head and squinted your eyes at him. "What are you doing here?"

"What are YOU doing here?" he replied.

"I asked first." you squinted suspiciously at him again and took his hand as he offered you one to help you back on your feet. And just as you felt his hand on yours, you knew who it was- exactly who it was. "So, it's Fred." you said confidently and with a gentle smile.

He smiled grinned and looked away for a while. Maybe if there was some light in the dark forrest, you would say he was impressed. "Yeah- how'd you know?"

"Easy guess." you shrugged, brushing off the thoughts in your mind. "George isn't stupid enough to be here and scream at me."

He laughed. "Touche." he replied and the two of you spent a minute in silence, just looking and smiling at each other.

"So, what are you doing here?" you asked but just as he was about to lie, you pointed your wand at him. "And don't lie because I can feel the lies brew in that head of yours."

He kept looking at you. "Let's head out and I'll tell you along the way." he said and you nodded.

A few moments after the start, he kept clearing his throat and you felt your stomach knot in little pieces. "So?"

"So..." he started. "I kind of stalked you here..." he said and you laughed, not believing him.

"Yeah, right."

"I did." he said. "I heard about the dare and I thought you wouldn't be stupid enough to actually go through it." he eyed you, grinning. "But you were." he continued and put his hands into his pockets. "I thought that those other two idiot would follow you to make sure you were alright but they just stood there and waited."

"It's- it's just a stupid dare." you said without knowing what else to say.

"You're foolish- stupid to think this Forrest isn't dangerous." he turned to you, his hands on your shoulders now.

"You're here."

"Yeah, because I needed to know you were safe-"

"You're acting like you care." you put out your lower lip but he didn't smile.

"It's not funny- it's simply idiotic." he said, looking seriously in your eyes. "And if you touched that stupid glowing mushroom- you'd be spending most of your days in the hospital wing and I wouldn't be really fond of that."

You stood in the silence for a while- surprised he even payed so much attention to you- any really. "I'm sorry." was all that you said.

"Let's just go back." he took a hold of your hand and pulled you with him but as soon as he realised, he quickly let go. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean."

"It's fine." you smiled and took his hand into yours again.

He stopped again and turned to you, inhaling deeply and looking at you with worries on his mind.

"I didn't know you'd worry about me like that."

"I do that to people I really like." he looked down and you felt your whole body freeze in that moment. Your ears stopped listening and your sight blurred out for a moment.

"You what?" you asked again. Maybe you missheard, maybe you did touch that shroom and now you were delusional.

But you weren't.

"I like you- I had liked you for a while now." he started, looking at you frequently and then back to your hands. "I've always found you quite charming and beautiful but I didn't know I liked you much until that attack on the quidditch tournament with Cedric." he shuffled his feet and you put you moved your eyes to catch his eyes. "And then when I heard about that stupid dare- you really captured my full attention and I just- I didn't believe you would be so courageous to actually go through with it- and with Cedric at this point. I guess, I kind of knew at that point that I wouldn't want to see you with nobody but me."

"That's funny." you said and he quickly tore his hand away and brushed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, it's embarrassing. I'm sorry."

"No, don't be." you said and took his head into your hands. When his eyes met yours, he knew he was worried for nothing because something in your eyes were about to tell him, that you felt quite the same- but you felt more, really. "I've always liked you too... quite a lot." you smiled and he smiled with a big sigh of relief.

"You're not just messing with me, are you?" his hands were now on your hips.

"I think that's more your job." you smiled and leaned a bit closer- where he followed you.

"Oh..." he smiled and leaned into a kiss, soft at first, just to touch the surface but your chest was burning from desire and you couldn't help yourself but grab his jacket collar and pull him closer. He understood that as a sign to deepend the kiss but he couldn't help himself to smile widely as he did. He slid his tongue into your mouth and the two of you kept kissing until you could barely get away for some breath.

You had always wanted that. You had wanted him and you never thought it was possible but he was here and he was real and you could feel his hands shaking on your hips but gripping them tighter and you could feel yourself leaning on his chest, both burning, heating up. To you, life never felt this good and you smiled with a pull.

"I really hope this isn't the shroom making me delusional."

He laughed and embraced you into a hug, lifting you up on your toes. "I was bullshitting about that. I have no clue what that shroom would do. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you."

[bowsers-keep]

Compling all my Guilty Gear headcanons into one place

Most of these are actually headcanons friends had first but I've just incorperated them into my belief system. Under the cut cause this gets long.

LGBT+ Headcanons

Sol Badguy is a Butch Lesbian. No I will not explain why.

Ky is Genderfluid. I will stand by this till the day I die.

Dizzy is Pansexual! She loves her partner no matter what gender they currently are!

Slayer is the Token CisHet, because it is funny. Fruitest Vampire you've ever met and he's actually happily living with his wife, everyone else is some form of queer.

Genderqueer Izuna. Nuff said. He/She pronouns for them

On another Izuna note he's a man kisser. You cannot tell me she was born from the love a woman had for her husband and think he's anything but. Gay little fox thang.

The ending where Baiken just forsake all form of gender is forever iconic to me they are the nonbinary samurai in that one joke now.

Aromantic Johnny will forever be iconic to me. Just big brin genius play honestly. (He's also like Pansexual)

On the other side of the spectrum we have Asexual Nagoriyuki!

Also AroAce Potemkin. Feels right considering his reaction to Magnum Wedding.

In my heart Goldlewis is a Trans Gay man. He fucked clocked Bridget so hard during her Arcade mode. Old trans helping out a baby trans!

Giovanna feels bisexual to me, don't ask me why.

Leo is in a similar vein as in yeah that's a bisexual person.

Butch Lesbian Axl, yeah there's more of this. My friends are horrid influences <3

Neurodivergent Headcanons

Ramlethal is 100% Autistic

Actually all the Valentines are autistic as FUCK to me

Sin has that Audhd wombo combo

Leo has some godforsaken fucked up evil autism to be a guy WITHOUT FUCKING SLEEVES UNDER HIS JACKET!

In reality there is nobody in this cast who isn' some form of neurodivergent so I'll just run through funny ones actually.

Testament is that one kind of adhd where they cannot pick a hobby for the life of them

Goldlewis most certainly has cryptid austism, and he also does not know how far is too far in terms of asking questions.

While Slayer may be the token cishet, he is NOT the token neurotypical. That title goes to Anji for me personally, because funni.

World Headcanons

Mana Sickness. If you use too much Mana too fast there are repercusion!

Healing magic is a VOLITILE LITTLE FUCKING! It can fuck you up! (Aka what we think happened with Asuka's wing eye thing)

Idk how canon this is in particular but different people have different mana caps and magic affinity levels (Example: Johnny has piss poor magic affinity which is why he only knows like 4 spells top)

Misclenous Headcanons

Sin has a tail, you can't pry this out of my cold dead hands.

Giovanna really likes chocolate (I get to be self indulgent with her being Brasilian therefore this)

Out of the three kings of Ilyria, Leo is actually the workaholic! As much as he complains about paperwork it helps him take his mind off this survivors guilt and pstd. Ky has healthy coping mechanisms and Daryl is a dick.

June (One of the Jellyfish Pirates) is a music nerd!

Izuna will use his teleportation to fuck with people and prank them. This is an activity she enjoys very much.

Baiken just has hammerspace, just where else do they keep all their weapons???

Asuka R. Kreutz has a cane, nuff said. Pain haver.

Goldlewis is Johnny's Uncle. The guy from that one Xrd stage that's Goldlewis's brother? Yeah that's Johnny's dad now, they're estranged because after Johnny's Dad died Goldlewis just kinda drifted away from everyone else because his brother was the one guy who liked him there.

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe