#Jason would save his future husband

[gaozorous-rex-blog]

Then when Jason comes to town, he attaches himself to Danny instantly, like: This is the man I'm marrying. Suck it, fools! And Danny helps him with his fucked up ecto situation, which just makes Jason order engagement rings faster.

Meanwhile, the Batfam are confused and sus about the newest Red Hood hovering around the Joker's killer so much. Cause Jason decided to scrap his revenge plans against Batman and just continue taking over Crime Alley instead. (Though he underestimated the newest Baby Bird, cause he ends up figuring out Jason first-- aside from Barbara, but O doesn't count.)

The boy stood over the Joker's body stoically, blood slowly dripping from his hands. The intricate scars that traced up his arms and disappeared into the sleeves of his t-shirt told of a story that brought about great concern inside Batman. His deadpan expression showing no signs of remorse for what he just did was unnerving to say the least. Even to the Dark Knight himself. Glowing green eyes that spoke of apathy and exhaustion turned on him.

"It had to be done," was all that the boy uttered as the Gotham police cuffed him and led him away.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

ROMEO- J. TODD

day nineteen of the june bug masterlist

pairing: older! neighbour! jason x fem! reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: you call your neighbour "your romeo", as he's always there to save the day. your little crush on him grows the longer he sticks around, fixing things in your house- and soon you're begging to pay him back in other ways.

warnings: oral (f receiving), heavy praise kink, size kink, pet names, swearing, heavy flirting/ sexual tension, lots of fluff<3

 “you're my romeo, everybody laughs when i tell them so (ow, ooh) i feel like it's magic, romeo- you're all i can imagine, imagine / you're my romeo (ow, ooh), always sayin' something to throw me off/ i feel like it's magic, romeo/ you're all i can imagine, imagine"- romeo, pinkpantheress

It was an easy trade, with you and your neighbour.

It was simply neighbourly things.

You brought him leftover soup and baked goods- leaving it at his door with a little note if you knew he wasn’t home. He helped you carry your groceries inside when he saw you were struggling.

He was a quiet man, though his presence was large and always looming. It seemed to soften though when you would catch his eye, giving him a smile and a wave.

The stern, cold look on his face turned warm, as if he was eager to see you. The thought made you smile.

You tried to capture Jason Todd’s eye as much as you possibly could.

It was harder during the winter months, as you were often bundled up inside, and there was no yard work to attend to. Still, you’d bring him baked goods, warm apple pies and fresh cinnamon buns, still piping hot.

Jason claimed you were trying to fatten him up, and all you could do was laugh. Anything you fed him wouldn’t change the tall, strong physique you admired so often from the window.

He was carved from Micoanglo himself.

And yet, the idea of him a little softer around the edges was nothing but attractive to you.

He’d come over when your pipes froze, and you’d watch him work, all bent over and trying to fit his large body under your kitchen sink. You’d reward him with a nice, home cooked dinner, talking about your interests and learning his.

As the months went on, you couldn’t help but want more from your growing friendship with the handsome, older man. His friends  claimed you had brought him out of his hermit shell, and turned him into some horny teenager, over bottles of beer.

Your friends gushed you had found yourself a future husband over bottles of wine.

Both of you claimed that no, it was nothing- and you were just friends. Just neighbours helping each other out here and there. Doing neighbourly things.

What you each failed to mention was how desperate you were for each other.

The longing gazes.

The pretty words that would leave his lips when he was feeling bold, calling you beautiful.

Calling you his pretty girl, though you belonged to no one.

He prayed you didn’t catch the claim he made on you through his words. You prayed he didn’t realize how much you craved it, how much it affected you and how much you'd replay his compliments and pretty words when it was dark and you were alone under the covers.

You rarely used nicknames for anyone- but for him, you told him he was your Romeo.

Always there to save the day. So that’s what you called him.

When your friends asked what you were doing? Oh I’m just keeping Romeo company. Your parents checking in to make sure everything was okay? Everything here is good, Romeo fixes things up and keeps me company.

He was such a constant in your life, it was no wonder your eyes instantly slid to your left as soon as you stepped out on your porch, seeing if he was out to enjoy the warm summer air.

You gave him a wave before you started tending to your garden. Trying so hard not to stare at the sweat that dripped down his biceps as he wiped grease onto an old rag, tending to his motorcycle.

You failed, miserably. It was unfair to your forget me nots- as you really did forget about them.

It was warm out, the sun beating down on your skin, causing beads of sweat to drip down your back. Not even the lightest sundress you wore could keep you cool. Once you were content with the state of the front yard, you headed inside, straight to the fridge for some cold strawberry lemonade.

Pouring a glass for Jason, you scurried over to his yard, sneaking up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder with a manicured finger.

“Hello bunny.” he grinned, turning to you.

You frowned. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Because no one else but you would try and touch a grumpy old man like me.”

You giggled, handing them the glass. It looked so tiny in his hand.

“I guess I’m also the only one who would give you lemonade?”

He smirked. “Yes. And you’re the only one I’d trust to get a drink from.”

You wouldn’t hurt a fly. The pure form of innocence encapsulated into human form. He loved that about you. You watched him finish it in one large gulp, licking his lips.

“Fuckin delicious honey. Thank you.”

You beamed, happy he liked it. Part of you always worried the things you made would be too sweet for his liking. Jason was the type of man who drank his coffee bitter and black, and enjoyed black liquorice. But it seemed he had a sweet tooth under all those hard layers.

“Make sure to take a break soon okay? It’s hot out here, and you’re working so hard.” you pouted, resting a hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

You didn’t feel his eyes follow you and your swishing hips from under your short little dress as you went back inside. If you did, you didn’t turn around. His gaze was too hungry for you to face it with steady knees. 

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You had your plan set in place for your Romeo.

He had helped you so much over the past few months, you wanted to do something in return. Without him knowing.

You waited until his bike sped off from the driveway, leaving nothing but dust. His flower beds were always empty.

It had been two summers now, and he hadn’t done anything with them. Not that it was his main priority, he had places to be and other things to work on, including your stuff to tinker with.

But it was your main priority.

When you were sure he was long gone, you started to get to work. Putting on your gardening gloves and big hat to shield you from the sun, you started hauling mulch over to his yard.

You picked out different flowers you thought he might like, catering to his choice of darker colours. Deep rich reds and blues, and you had balanced it with some soft white and black ones.

A few hours had passed since you started, and your humming to your music was startled by the sound of an engine.

He was home. But it was perfect timing!

The weeds had been picked, the flowers had been nicely arranged and planted, and the mulch had been all laid out.

“Sweetheart? What the hell are you doing?” he asked, parking his bike and sliding off it with ease, rushing over to where you were kneeled- your knees coated in dirt and grime. And yet, a large smile was plastered on your face.

“Making you a pretty garden! Now our front lawns can sorta match. See?”

You pointed to the pretty petals that seemed to shimmer and glow in the sun, feeling well cared for in their new environment.

“I can look after them for you. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

His heart was threatening to burst at the seams. No one had ever come close to being as sweet, as caring and loving as you. You were so observant, so willing to put others before you. He was rendered speechless at the sight of his now blooming garden.

“Sweetheart it’s- it’s beautiful. Holy shit. Thank you- you didn’t have to do this, any of this-“

“I know. But I wanted to.” you cut him off, knowing he would spew something on about him not deserving it, or needing to offer something in return.

You didn’t want to hear it. It was nonsense anyways.

“Let others do nice things for you, Jay. You deserve it. You always help me out, so much so I could never even begin to find the words to thank you. I think if you weren’t around my house would be falling apart at the seams.” you teased, making him laugh.

“Well, that is true I suppose. What am I again, your Romeo?”

You nodded, dusting your gloves together to shake the dirt from them. “My Romeo.”

“Well, come inside at least for a drink, my Juliet. I wasn’t expecting this- clearly, or any company for that matter so it’s a mess but-“

“I don't mind what your house looks like Jay. I would love to come inside.” you smiled, and he couldn’t help but mirror it. You followed him inside, letting the cool AC blast you- soothing the heat that radiated from your skin.

“It’s not gonna be anything like your lemonade but… it’ll be something.” he murmured, making you giggle as he tugged off his boots, bolting straight for the kitchen.

You peered around his place, and it was far from messy. A little dull, not like the soft spring colours and floral wallpaper that was all over your own place, but it was nice. It was homey, and lived in. A bit colder, but that was to be expected.

It was Jason Todd, after all.

“I have a Miller Lite or Budweiser.”

“Miller please.” you smiled, extending a hand for him to place the ice cold can in. There was a comfortable silence as you cracked your cans, cheerings them before you gulped down the wheaty, cold liquid. Without a care in the world, you lifted yourself up onto the counter, swinging your feet against the cupboard gently.

He watched you intently, hand curling and re-curling around the counter ledge. As if he was holding himself back from something.

Something un-neighbourly.

You gave that same look right back. Parting your legs slightly, scooping your hair so it fell down one shoulder, exposing your skin to him. Exposing your thuddering heart you knew he could hear. Giving him a silent plea with your eyes, and that pout of your lips he was so used to when you first begged him to help you with maintenance.

But you never had to beg for him. He was in the palm of your fucking hand from the second he laid eyes on you.

It was all of two seconds before his composure snapped.

“Fuck it.” you heard him growl before his large, strong hands cupped your cheeks, crashing his lips upon yours.

You moaned, letting him consume you, his kiss tasting of promise and need. Tilting your head up, you let his lips wander, trailing down your jaw to your neck to your collarbone before they found their way right back to your lips again.

A gasp escaped your lips as he begged for entrance, letting his tongue slip inside and dance with yours. It was so natural, so perfect. Like you had been made for him since the moment you met him.

“J-jay..”

“Please. Let me thank you for how good you've been to an old man like me for so long.”

You almost fell apart at his begging alone. It was addicting, hearing him say please. You nodded, running your hands through his hair as he kissed a pathway to your heart, strong hands slipping down to spread your thighs apart a little further.

“I want you to be this good and sweet to me for the rest of my life. Only to me. And maybe that makes me a selfish motherfucker but I don't care. I need you. I need this.” he murmured, sliding down to his knees.

Looking up at you with lust. With love. You swallowed at the sight, throat feeling dry as the words got stuck in your throat. The sight of him on his knees alone had your head spinning. Not to mention he was tall enough he could reach you with ease even on his knees.

“You could never be selfish, my Jay. My handsome, grumpy old man.” you teased, beaming from ear to ear, eyes wild, hair messy and lips swollen. You looked like an angel sent from the heavens as you peered down at him, such pretty,loving words leaving those lips it sounded like you were singing the hymns themselves.

“Always yours.” he murmured, planting a kiss against your inner thigh, eyes never leaving yours as he placed another. You knew what he was trying to say.

You wanted to hear him say it out loud.

“Please sweetheart. Wanna know if you taste as sweet as those treats you make me.”

Heat creeped into your cheeks, and you nodded quickly.

Here he was, a gruff, buff older man with graying hair and a strict bedtime, on his knees. Begging for just a taste.

Jason Todd begged for no one. Now, he begged for you.

He rushed at you feverishly, as if delirium had consumed his veins and took over. He didn't bother taking off your panties, no, no there was no time for that.

He was too needy. He had waited long enough.

The second his tongue was on you, you saw stars. A loud cry of his name slipped past your lips as you gripped his hair tight enough to make him growl, his hands gripping your thighs. You couldn't squirm away from this. He was a man starved.

“Just like I fuckin thought… so- fuckin- sweet…” his words seperated by a lick of his tongue against you.

You withered and moaned,grinding into his face as his eyes closed in bliss. “Atta girl just like that. Fuckin take what you need sweetheart. Doin so good for me, such a sweet girl. Takin what she wants.” he cooed, watching as your head was thrown back in pleasure, gentle cries and pants leaving your lips as he wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking hard.

“Never gonna leave this pretty pussy now that I have her honey. You’re mine. Say it.”

“M’yours Jay. M’only yours.”

His smile was wicked, almost cruel if he weren't between your legs, giving you exactly what you needed.

“I know honey. You’ve always been mine. My girl.”

You nodded, letting go with a cry. It was too much. Too much and yet not enough, you wanted to bask in this glory for the rest of your life. The feeling of so much pleasure it consumed you like a wave, guiding you out to the sea ahead.

“Thats it sweet thing, that's a good girl. Makin such a pretty mess for me.” he cooed, planting a kiss on your inner thigh as it quivered, sharp breaths leaving your lungs from your orgasm.

You didn't need to tell him how it was, or how you felt. He knew. He always knew- could read you like an open book. And you were more than happy to let him study each page if it meant this was the reward.

[slasherscream]

Hi, sorry to bug but I have to yap to someone about this, and I love your ideas. Do you think Nathan Prescott would take his partner’s last name if he ever got married? Would any of the Crazy Ass Boy Gang?

❥ who would take your last name ❥

Nathan Prescott - He would take your last name so quickly it would make your head spin. You’re the first person who’s given meaning to the world family. His sister tried, but when you’re on a sinking ship, there’s only so much you can do. Try too desperately to save the person drowning next to you and you risk going under yourself. So Nathan drowned alone. Until you, that is. Marrying you, becoming part of your family, is absolution for him. He’s not Sean Prescott’s son. He’s Nathan Y/L/N, your husband. 

Jason Dean/JD - It might seem a little strange for JD to be so willing to change his name. His nickname is just his first and last name together, afterall. This was his mother’s last name. But it’s also his father’s. One night he’ll gently wake you , and in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard him use he'll ask you if you’d like him to take your last name. There are so many questions he’s asking, in that one sentence: Do you want me to be yours, unequivocally? Will you bear the weight of that ownership? Am I abandoning my Mother, if I leave her all alone as a Dean, with only him as her company? Will you ask me to take it? Please ask. Please take the weight of the asking away. I can’t abandon her. But I can’t stay, either. Put your arms around him and tell him he’ll make one hell of a Y/L/N.

❥ who would want you to take theirs ❥

Sebastian Valmont - He has genuinely doodled your names together in his journals like a middle schooler. Without a hint of irony: Mr. and Mx. Valmont. Y/N Valmont. Since the moment he fell in love he was planning to marry you and give you his last name. The Valmont name carries weight. It’s legacy. It’s old money. He throws his name around and people fall over themselves to get things done for him. He wants you to throw around his name too. He wants you to embrace every luxury he can give you. One of those luxuries is the power of his family name. Use it.

Billy Loomis - His parent’s marriage failed miserably. He doesn’t even know if his Mother kept the name Loomis. At this point, what does it matter? He fights tooth and nail not to live in the past when he has a future with you to look forward to. So he wants to look forward. He wants to do better than his parents did. He wants to wake up in ten years, twenty, thirty and reach for your hand and know you two succeeded. His family name isn’t doomed to failed promises, runaway spouses, and unfaithfulness. You guys are a better Loomis pair than his parents ever were.

David Mccall - Don’t piss him off. If you even try to hint at wanting to keep your original family name, it will be one of the few times you see David’s mask slip. “What? My name not good enough for you, sweetheart? Marriage is for starting over. It’s for building our lives together, not for hanging onto the past. Thought you loved me.” Every dirty trick he has in his arsenal will be used. Whatever it takes until you give in. Sex. Guilt. Moping. Anger. Don’t push back too hard, or go back and forth on the issue for too long. On your wedding day you’re gonna be Y/N Mccall, come hell or high water. There’s no need for anything drastic to take place just for that to happen, right baby? 

Josh Washington - Josh could never be anything but a Washington. It’s the name he shared with his sisters. It’s the only thing he still shares with his sisters. He used to be able to see them in his face, at least. But now… he’s so different, even that bit of the twins has died. It isn’t right that there are so few Washington's left. Most days Josh isn’t even sure if he’s a Washington anymore. If he’s still Human anymore. But you are. You’re gentle, kind, and so painfully human. Just like the twins were. He might have failed them, hell, he probably failed himself. But he won’t fail you. He has a second chance at a family, and this time you’ll always be safe. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Would be so offended if this was even up for debate. Why wouldn’t you be taking his name? Why is it even a discussion? Why does he even have to ask? Will probably say something incredibly mean and unnecessary when you first talk about it. There’s a pit of insecurity in him that no amount of love you can give him will fill. It’s shaped like the love he should have gotten from his father. From his siblings. But the first love he’s ever felt has been yours. But that’s not true for you. You’ve loved people before him. Other people have loved you before he was able to. He needs you to be his. Just his. You’re the only thing in the world that matters that belongs only to him. But there are little pieces of you that will never be just his and it makes him sick. This can fix all that, though! He knows that the security of introducing you as his spouse will be a balm on his soul. He wants tabloids, newspapers, TV, and the radio to all be parroting the words: Y/N Hargreeves. He hopes- no, he knows it will make that hole inside him ache a little less. 

❥ who wants to hyphenate ❥

Jordan Li - Jordan doesn’t want you to give up your identity, who you are, just because you’re marrying them. They also don’t want to change their name, really. Something about not being a Li, despite everything, makes their stomach turn. But marriage is still about coming together. Making two lives so harmonious, so copacetic, that sometimes, if you’re lucky, it becomes one life, shared. Jordan didn’t propose for a long time, afraid of it all going wrong. Of ruining what you have. You helped them believe you two were strong enough to change and grow together. They want your names to reflect that. So, you hyphenate, and you blend, and grow, together. 

Stu Macher - Assumed you would take his last name, but when you pushed back, not sure if you wanted to shirk your family name entirely, Stu had the most relaxed reaction you’ve ever gotten from him about anything. “Okay, why don’t we both change 'em’? We’ll hyphenate! Like Brad Pitt and Angelina, or whatever.” You were expecting a tantrum. Not the easy acceptance that he actually meant for once. The fact is you’re wearing his ring on your finger, and you’re gonna stand in front of all your friends and family and say how much you love him. He’s already won. Why sweat the small stuff? 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Was quite angry when you began to hint at not wanting to change your name. It was the icy, calculated anger that made him dangerous, too. But if you’re marrying him you know how to communicate with him. Reason with him. You don’t want to take his last name because you don’t want to emulate his family. You want to make something of your own with him. You’re not sure how well the words worked until he sets the paperwork down in front of you. Kevin Y/L/N-Khatchadourian. In those small lines of ink, you’ll realize how deep the love Kevin is capable of runs for you. If you squint your eyes those words start to look like: I want us to be different from my parents. He watches you sign the paperwork to change your name, and Kevin has never been more content to give in to one of your demands. Just this once, of course.

A/N: i LOVE a character study question that’s still x reader. you are my favorite person in the world for this one. if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[fancyfeathers]

I imagine that both Dick and Jason's darling state a damn domestic coup together for the right to see their little sister. The threaten hunger strike and everything until Tim lets her go.

And when he does, you bet she's getting the ass whooping of her story by her older sisters. Because how dare she? What the fuck was she thinking? She left their baby sister behind for this? For this mad plan? She really believed she could win against the Capitol alone?

After the whooping, they also probably hug her and cry all together. Tim's darling did everything to save them. She only wanted to have her family back. She planned, suffered and killed for it, and it was all for nothing.

Her only comfort now is try to kill Tim. She's convinced she will succeed one day. She killed many people already to win the Games. She can handle this one. She refuses to play the trophy darling wife part. Not like Tim wants her to, mind you.

Oh god, imagine that Damian's darling reaping is actually the worst one. The most heartbreaking. Her name gets rigged by the Major because his daughter was jealous of her, like with Lucy Gray. And her family is once again standing and watching horrified what's happening. Their baby sister. The youngest. The one they've always protected and pampered. She stands no chance.

And that's when someone volunteers for the other tribute. Steph or Cass's darling (or Barbara's)

Now they have to watch their sister AND their cousin fight and die in the arena.

Yandere!Batfam Hunger Games AU

Okay I genuinely think you read my mind with Damian’s darling, but I’ll get to that in a bit.

I genuinely think that they would do something like that though, probably with more of the goal of getting him to let her go completely, letting the public know she is alive. They just don’t get exactly what they want so a compromise is made instead where they can see her whenever they’d like at Tim’s home where she is kept under lock and key.

They both immediately start crying when they see her, but not before Dick’s darling gets in a slap across her face and yells at her, asking her what she was thinking. Their little sister is not strong enough physically to be a rebel, she may be smart enough to be, bye she needs the physical muscle to back up what she says and thinks, if it was not for her mentor outside of the arena she would be dead and she needs to realize that.

It becomes a tradition for the two of her sister to come and visit her just after lunch everyday, while their husbands are either at the university, game maker meetings, interviews, or some other type of job. Of course their conversations are moderated by a Capitol agent, one of the security guards in the house that know the little secret of Tim’s darling being alive. Then comes the day that Tim’s darling’s Victory Tour is supposed to be if she wasn’t named legally dead, so in her memory the cameras go to interview her family in the district, or what is left of them anyway…

None of the sisters living in the Capitol knew that their parents had died, each of them committing suicide after Tim’s darling was named dead, leaving the little sister in the care of her cousins, the oldest of which is just barely eighteen. Obviously they are angry because this was kept from them, the only thing that is keeping her alive is small amount of money from the sisters’ victories that is getting sent to them every month to pay for her food and her school, the only somewhat nice private school in the district so she could at least have somewhat of a future. She is a smart girl so she is sure that their sister is going to make it out the other side and move on past the pain, but of course she does make an enemy along the way…

So the day of the reaping comes along and since they married into a family of game makers they have to watch the reaping, only for the female tribute from their district to be called and all of their stomachs drop when they hear their sister’s name get called. Even their husbands are just as shocked as they are, this was not planned by them and Dick immediately gets up to make calls because he knows something is wrong and he is the one who knows the little girl the best from the months he spent living with his darling in the Victor’s Village with her family, Jason and Tim don’t do anything to prevent it, just silently watching as the male tribute gets names next and then there is a volunteer. It is twisting the the knife when they see their eldest cousin walk onto the stage, picking up his crying little cousin as those sickening words are spoken…

“May the odds be ever in your favor…”

The two of them are immediately Capitol favorites, the baby sister of three victors and her guardian angel of a cousin and then not the mention her two living big sisters are their mentors. But there is a small technicality…

Bruce sees his youngest son become smitten with the littlest sister, that is fine, just rig the games so she wins, problem solved. But then he sees his adopted daughter, Cassandra stare at the boy whenever he is on the screen (I imagine that in this AU that Cass is from a District Two family who’s father climbed the military ranks so Cass could be Capitol born and was adopted by Bruce either when Cass didn’t want to be a peacekeeper and was abandoned or her parents were killed by rebels).

Now there is a problem of deciding which child gets what they want.

They could pronoun two victors like they did with Katniss and Peeta, and sure that would make the Capitol citizens happy but that would anger the government when the districts start an uprising and the President has Bruce killed, and then it would not be so happy anymore. But there is another solution that would eliminate another problem when it is revealed how Damian’s darling got reaped, angering the mayor’s daughter in her district. Rigging the reaping is illegal and needs to be punished, so kill the mayor and have his daughter kidnapped and brainwashed during the days leading up to the games, it is amazing what cosmetic surgery can do to someone, make them look like an entirely different person.

So the interviews go off without a hitch, everyone in the Capitol eating up the cute little cousins. It is after her interviews when Damian’s darling is pulled away from Cass’ darling, the security team telling her cousin that it is just a quick photo shoot because her stylist wants to showcase her dress in their next fashion show. But in reality she is put into a car and driven somewhere, a quick meeting at the Presidential Mansion because the President wants to meet with her personally.

He speaks to her kindly, inviting her to sit down next to her where he meets with her outside in the garden of the mansion. He asks her if she knew why she was reaped and she admits she does not. He gives her a box with the cards from the reaping in her district, allowing her to read as many as she wants, it is all her name. Now the Capitol does not appreciate when the districts make choices without their permission and so they will be punished, how so is up to her. He reveals what happened to the Mayor’s daughter, they are going to make the mayor’s daughter participate in the games, looking like Damian’s darling and if she wins then she gets killed and Damian’s darling resumes her identity. At the end of their conversation, Bruce comes in upon the President’s invitation to pick up his son’s darling, telling her that she is going to be staying with their family for the foreseeable future.

In the games themselves, they are brutal, making it their goal to kill off the mayor’s daughter as soon as possible. Cass’ darling feels the pain of grief since he now has lost such a large piece of his family, but he has to keep on going since he knows if he gives up then he knows how pissed all of his cousins would be. So he pushes himself to keep on going even after she is gone.

He wins his games, a Capitol favorite, the guardian angel who kept on going as to not let down the ones he has lost. But after he is crowned victor he is taken somewhere, an estate of one of the game makers. He starts sobbing when he sees his little cousin alive and sitting in the family room next to a young man he has never met. The young girl practically sprints into her cousin’s arms, the fact that they both made it out alive is a miracle. Now there is a bit of a… complication.

She is engaged to Damian, the son of a game maker and a future game maker himself, it is the price for saving her life. In a few months it will be revealed what the mayor did and what consequences happened because of what he did and then their relationship will be made public, the Capitol painting it as a sweet and innocent little girl who was saved by the mercy of the Capitol and kept safe by one of the most influential family out of the kindness of their hearts as she recovered from what happened to her. In reality it was her being conditioned into being the perfect little wife for Damian, good behavior is rewarded in misbehavior is punished.

Meanwhile Cass’ darling gets a far more gentle breaking in since he is staying with their family since his little cousin is and he needs to make sure she is okay, she comes and sits with him the middle of the night when he wakes up screaming from nightmares about the games. Taking out for a late night stroll and getting seen by the fans, and over night the Capitol is fawning over the guardian angel victor and adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne. They are a lot more quiet than any of the other relationships, no interviews or anything of the sort, only random public appearances as she slowly breaks him in, a messed up form of stockholm syndrome kicking in, well that is until he finds out the games were rigged for him to win for this exact purpose when he finds letters on Bruce’s desk when looking for him…

He tries to get his younger cousin out in the middle of the night, run away to the north, but it does not take long before they are caught by peacekeepers and dragged back to where they were, locked away and reconditioned to where they need to be.

[witchofhimring]

Disloyalty (Chapter 4)

Book One Masterlist

Synopsis:

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Alys Rivers x Aemond Targaryen

Jaecerion Targaryen x Reader

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Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, mentions of rape (not to the reader), morally grey reader

The first thing you were aware of was Jaecerion's warmth, and the sunlight seeping through a window. With some effort you arose from the cozy bed and Jaecerion's chest. For a few moments you gazed down at your lover, and future husband. His silver hair lay spread out of the pillow. An artist walking in might be tempted to paint him. Jaecerion was so very beautiful, more lovely than any woman, including yourself. And he had chosen you as his princess. Unknown to everyone else you were no virgin. You knew what it was like to have a man inside, to arouse his desire. What was new was the elation you had experienced. No man had ever touched you the way he did. His lips had been on places you had not dared dream of. Naked in the sheets you luxuriated over this euphoria and great fortune. Your hair was toweled by last night lovemaking. Jason Lannister had never shown you such affection in bed. At the time you had not realized it. Only that passionate night before the fireplace had he inspired you to lust. Yet it was nothing compared to this. Every other touch paled in comparison to his.

The bells tolled as the citizens of Kings Landing stirred awake. Still naked you got up and padded across the floor. Through the heavy curtains you could see the sun above. Last night you faced no nightmares. When was the last time you slept so well? Jaecerion stirred and you looked over. Silver hair moved across the silk pillow as Jaecerion woke up. Quietly you approached him. Opening his eyes Jaecerion took in your unclothed form. A small smile appeared on the handsome face. Bringing his face close you kissed him deeply. 'I trust last night was to your satisfaction.' Giggling, you leapt into his arms. 'More than.' Pulling you into the sheets Jaecerion kissed your brown, nose, then soft lips. Spreading your legs he bent down and kissed tender, sensitive breasts. The strong unfamiliar joy seeping into your skin threatened to be addictive. Never did you assumed bedding Jaecerion as anything unpleasant, but you had not assumed it would be this joyful.

He had you again until the both of you collapsed back onto the bed. Even then he could not seem to keep his hands off you. For a time the pair of you simply touched each other. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a voice called out. Alarmed, the pair of you bolted up. Jaecerion called out 'Who goes there?'. 'The council wishes to speak to you.' A voice called back. 'I will be there. Send for Davis.' Footsteps retreated. 'We best get up. Davis will come dress me and I recon Elinor will be missing you.' Hurriedly you dressed. Just as you were about to go Jaecerion pulled you into a kiss. 'Go my love. You will be sent for.' 'When shall we be married?' You asked. 'Tonight.'

It had been too late. Had you done this a day later then everything would have gone according to plan. It seemed that since Ellyn's attack they were eager for you to be married off. You had stumbled into your bedroom where an irate Elinor berated you for sneaking off. One look at your appearance and she knew what was up. 'Are you mad! Do you realized what would happen if anyone found out! Especially in your situation!' She did not have much time to rail against you. A messenger arrived with a word that Otto was summoning you. Hurriedly you were dressed by a still angry Elinor. While this was going on you realized there was no blood between your legs. Why was that? Had your wall remain broken? All your other wounds save those on your wrists were gone. Not that you had much time to ponder on this. Dressed in green you were whisked off the Otto's study. Unlike in your last life Ellyn was not there. Only Aemond, Alicent, Otto and Jaecerion. Your eyes met Jaecerion and everything suddenly became clear. No, this could not be happening yet. There were still a few more days! The scar on your arm throbbed. The last thing you wanted was to sit down and pretend at being calm. Wanting to bolt out you tried not to run, despite how strong the desire was. Making a quick curtsey you sat down, hands clasped to the point of pain.

'Lady Y/n.' Alicent sat straight up in her chair. All their eyes on you was unsettling, like this was a trial. Feeling condemned you could only wait and see what would happen. Jaecerion's jaw was set in a fashion that did nothing to persuade you everything was well. The dull throbbing between your legs increased in intensity. Did they know? Your gamble may have been a great mistake. Jaecerion's feelings may not be so strong after all. Your left hand twitched, wanting to cover your mouth. That too was suppressed with great difficulty. 'It is time you were married.' The momentary relief was dissipated when your thoughts went to Jason. Marriage to him would spell your death, so you thought. Why had the proposal been pushed forward so quickly? Your plan had been so close, Jaecerion was going to marry you tonight. Everything seemed to spin before you. Everything was becoming undone!

Seizing yourself you were resolved to remain calm. If you were truly set on this plan then all obstacles in your path must be obliterated. All you needed to do was marry Jaecaerion tonight. You looked to Jaecerion who was looking somewhere over your head. A sudden horrified thought came to you. What if he did believe you wanted to marry Jason? You needed to find some way of letting him know this marriage must go ahead. 'Who would you have me marry?' A mask of serenity on your face you benignly smiled at Alicent. 'Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock.' Alicent paused before adding 'It will make you Lady of Casterly Rock' she said as one offering something sweet to a child. At one time this might have been a terrifying yet exciting prospect. Dread bloomed inside you like a poisonous flower. Hands clasped together you tried to think of what to say. 'I am honored. May I have time to think?' Skeptically Alicent and Otto looked at each other. Otto cleared his throat. 'Lady Y/n, this is quite important.' 'I know My Lord. May Someone come to me at the hour of the bat, I shall give my answer then.' Otto and Alicent did not look happy. Yet still they gave you leave. 'We shall come to you at that hour.' Otto's voice gave you no doubt that only one answer would be accepted. Quickly you dared to look at Jaecerion, praying he would read between the lines.

You did not tell Elinor anything about that days events. Claiming exhaustion you sent her away claiming exhaustion. Laying in bed you waited a few moments only in a nightgown. After a short period of time had passed you shot up and grabbed a dark green dress. This was nothing like the ornate red dress with gold embellishments worn during your marriage ceremony to Jason Lannister. In all fairness this one was night. Made of a dark green silk and flaring out to the floor this dress was quite fine. Besides, as princess you would wear fine dresses every other day. The only piece of jewelry you considered bringing was a mans golden ring. Hopefully this would suffice.

As the moon rose higher and higher you anxiously waited. What if Jaecerion did not come? If Alicent and Otto came in they would wonder why you were wearing such a dress today. Unable to remain still you wandered about your room. Trying to remain calm you took in deep breaths. A knock sounded at the door. Alarmed, you cried out 'Who is there!'. 'It is Prince Jaecerion, My Lady.' You could have cried out with relief. Dashing to the door you flung it open. Jaecerion was there, dressed in a deep green and a smile. Without caring, you launched yourself into his arms pressing kisses to Jaecerion's beautiful face. 'Jaecerion. I was so worried!' It did not matter that the guard was looking. After today you will have won. Once broken apart Jaecerion took you by the hand pressing a kiss to shaking fingertips. 'We must go.' Jaecerion threw a cloak around your shoulders and the pair of you were off. Hurrying down the hall Jaecerion looked around cautiously. 'I have horses waiting for us in the stables. We will go to a small sept down the road. Say nothing, absolutely nothing.'

The pair of you were nearly at the bottom floor when someone was in the way. At the bottom of a flight of stairs was the one person you dreaded running into. Cerilla was still dressed up for the day. Why she was skulking about this late at night you did not know. Jaecerion's grip tightened on your hand. Thankfully the hood hid your face. Jaecerion had thought ahead when he brought a cloak for you. Cerilla would have recognized you otherwise. 'Who is this, My Prince?' Her eyes lit up eagerly. 'A girl brought in for my pleasure. I would rather not have my mother know of this.' Had Cerilla been paying attention then she might have wondered why he was telling her this. It seemed Cerilla was too caught up in her excitement. Seeming satisfied, Cerilla gave a curtsey and hurried off. 'She didn't recognize you?' Jaecerion whispered, watching Cerilla's retreating figure. 'I don't think so. But we must hurry.' A short time later you were helped onto a horse. Jaecerion taking the lead you trotted down a pathway. 'It is better that we do not marry in the castle chapel. They could run to my mother and brother.' Instead Jaecerion would lead you to a sept that was used by those well born, but not royalty. Made of white stone topped with a dome this sept looked over passers by. A metal door bearing the Seven Pointed Star was opened when the pair of you got off the horses and Jaecerion knocked. A smaller door, made into the larger one opened and a white face peered out. The mans face whitened in alarm. 'My Prince.' He gasped out. 'Open the door.' The man dared not disobey. It swung open Jaecerion pulled you in afterwards. Inside was a room with seven walls all lined with tapestries. Only the seventh wall had nothing adorning it.

'What can we do for you?' He man warily look from Jaecerion to you. 'I wish to marry this woman.' At that the man looked sick. 'My-I', afraid we can not.' 'No? And why is that.' Jaecerion let go of your hand. 'This must be brought to your brother the king first. It is not in our power to do otherwise.' Jaecerion chuckled and cold shivers ran down your back. 'Let me say this, I am not asking.' The man took a step back. 'But-' He let out a squeak when Jaecerion took him by the shoulder. 'Septon, I suggest that you obey my orders. my brother will not look kindly on you otherwise. You did not like the tone in his voice. There was something dangerous in it. 'My Prince I-oh!' Jaecerion produced a dagger. Even you gasped as he brought it to the septon's neck. The man squeaked and you surprised the urge to defend him. 'I need to do this.' You thought. There was no turning back now. The septon finally relented. Not even putting away the dagger Jaecerion seized your hand. Following the septon through a small door, you were in a small room, bare save a small table and ornate window. The Maiden, Mother and Crown were all holding hands. Shaking, the septon picked up the book. 'Who is this woman with you?' Removing your head you said 'Lady Y/n of House Tyrell.' And then the pair of you were facing one another. He said the vows. Instead of exchanging your cloak for the Targaryen sigil Jaecerion slid on a small golden one. You nearly gasped, two dragons intertwined around a ruby. 'Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am theirs and they are mine. From that day until the end of my days.' Your alliance was proclaimed with a kiss.

A side door opened up onto a small room. A four poster bed ladened with soft sheets smelling of lavender awaited you. Despite its size the room was cozy. Only a crackling fire gave light. The door closed behind you with a bang. A "thud" sounded behind you and Jaecerion took you by the hand. The ruby in your ring glistened in the firelight. Kissing you, Jaecerion started to undo the back of your dress. 'You look beautiful.' The first layer of your dress fell to the ground. Your hands went to the silver buttons on his coat and soon the pair of you were unclothed. His eyes looked over your body, Jaecerion took you by the waist. Soon both of you were on the bed and he was inside you. It still felt strange. Laying with Jason Lannister had never felt like this. Something savage sprung within you, something that desired, something that wanted to posses. Nails digging into Jaecerion's back, head flung back, you felt reborn. In the fire, sweat and rage you had transformed into something else. Opening your eyes after it was done you lay there panting. Feeling Jaecerion next to you, you rolled over and placed a hand over his heart. 'When will you tell them?' Jaecerion brought you closer to him. 'Tomorrow. You are My Princess, and everyone will know it.'

The next morning Jaecerion acted as the maid, dressing you quickly. Both of you were out of the sept shortly before dawn. 'Stay in your room until summoned.' And he was gone. Shaking with adrenaline you took off the dress and put the nightgown back on . No one could know until Jaecerion told his family. You could hardly believe what you had done. Despite the effort you had taken to hide your nightly excursion you did not take off the ring. It truly was suited for a princess. Tracing the edges you realized what being a princess would mean. You would be part of the royal family. If Aegon still went against Rhaenys in this life then Aemond would be regent. This would put your husband one step closer to the throne. Could you be queen? Then you realized that all the men, Aegon, Aemond and Maelor would have to die. Despite the bitterness in your heart you did not want Aemond or Aegon to die, and Maelor was an innocent. No. Being queen was not the point. All you wanted was revenge. You thought about all that had changed. Would Aegon and Maelor still die? Would Aemond become king? You would be dead before Ellyn would be queen. Jaecerion might already consider killing her.

When the bell tolled Elinor came rushing in. 'Y/n you need to get up. The Queen Dowager wants to speak with you.' Jaecerion had been busy indeed. You had thought there would be a little more time. Well, you had come this far. Following Elinor through the halls you steeled your nerves. Everything was quiet save the footsteps echoing off stone. Mostly servants were awake at this time. Birds twittered in the cool morning air. A light gold was making itself known over the Red Keep. The journey seemed to take forever, every step seemingly slowing down time. Eventually you got to the doors. Many times you had stood at the entrance to Alicent's rooms. Never before had you stood before these doors and felt so anxious. The worst part was that you did not know what to say. Who could say what Alicent would think. You were good enough for the Lord of Casterly Rock, but she might think very different about you marrying a prince. 'Remember, are a daughter of House Tyrell. If Alicent can marry the king then I could marry a prince.' The doors opened and you walked in.

It was not just Alicent who was waiting for you, but Otto, Aegon, Jaecerion, Aemond and Grand Maester Orwyle. Otto and Alicent had stony looks on their face, sitting in condemnation. Aegon did not seem to be wholly there, more focused on the goblet of wine in his hand. Orwyle looked done. You could not even bring yourself to look at Aemond and Jaecerion. 'Lady Y/n, my grandson tells me of some plan, that you two should marry.' The look on Otto's face made you want to disappear right then and there. 'We are married, My Lord.' 'Oh?' Otto raised an eyebrow. 'And have you bedded him?' Both Alicent and Aemond suddenly found their shoes very interesting. Even you felt hot around the collar. Otto walked towards his daughter. 'Do not mistaken my meaning. While you are a worthy match for a prince there is the matter of Jason Lannister. You do realize he will be put off?' 'My apologies, My Lord. We had made a promise to marry one another, a pre contract if you will, and consummated it. Under those circumstances I felt it dishonorable to marry the Lord Jason. If you will I can write to him with my sincerest apologies. I beg of you to forgive my deception, although I did not mean it.' With a chasten look upon the face, which you did not mean, you awaited an answer.

'I had not expected for this to happen. The pair of you married without the consent of the crown. We have decided this marriage must go ahead. We must not tell Jason Lannister that you knew of his intentions, less he feel slighted. We will say that the pair of you married before his suit was pressed. Do you understand? Good. The Lord of Casterly Rock will be compensated. A fine will be levied on both you and the prince. Jaecerion, stand here.' Alicent pointed next to you. In a moment Jaecerion was next to you. gently his hand touched yours. 'No one is to talk of how this happened. I do not want rumors of loose behavior, especially during these times. Do the pair of you understand.' Both you and Jaecerion paid your respects to Alicent and Otto. As you arose, you realized something. 'I've won.'

'Y/n I am absolutely furious with you.' And she was. Incensed, Elinor could not believe that you had so suddenly gotten married. 'It could have gone so very wrong. Y/n what were you thinking?!' But you were elated. Everything had worked out better than you had hoped. You were married to Jaecerion. Today everything would proceed as normal until they announced your union. Until then you had to pretend. Fine, that could be done. The golden ring Jaecerion had given you glittered on a chain. For the meantime you would keep it hidden until until then. There was still a small voice in your head, telling you that this was all doomed to fail. Such thoughts must be pushed down. Right now there was nothing you could do except wait. Sitting by Alicent's side in her chambers, as the hours went by, you waited in anticipation. Alicent had ordered you attend her that day. All all of Alicent's ladies came into her apartments, sewing and chatting quietly. A hush had descended over King's Landing as it held its breath. Everyone knew blood would run and lives would be lost. Last time you had been far from everything, but now you realized that would change. So absorbed you had been in your own issues that the wider conflict had shrunk. Rhaenyra would sack King's Landing. She might not have a burning hatred for you in this life, yet she was unlikely to be merciful. You had heard the rumors of what she did. No wonder she had been called Rhaenyra the Cruel.

'I will go to my room.' Alicent looked around. 'Yes, I think that will be best.' With a curtsey you were speeding off. Counting on Elinor being there you practically flew inside. Elinor, who had not been expecting you, jumped back in alarm. Rummaging through the drawer you pulled out parchment, quill and inc. 'Elinor, I need you to have this sent to Jenna Tyrell.' Frantically you scrawled down words. It did not have to be anything eloquent, just to the point.

Lady Jenna of House Tyrell,

It is with joy that I must tell you I am married to Prince Jaecerion of House Targaryen. Although I recon this will come as shock, I can assure you this marriage is legitimate. I hope to hear from your soon.

With the highest regards,

Princess Y/n Targaryen

Princess. For the first time you signed yourself as you were. Lady Y/n Tyrell was dead. Roses would be replaced with red dragons, your motto now Fire and Blood. Elinor was sent on her way with a command to hurry with haste. The guard Cerilla hired was still there, he would be gone soon. Now alone you rummaged through your dresses before landing on one. A deep red with sleeves nearly sweeping to the floor, a perfect for a princess. It did not have very many ornaments, only some golden embroidery around the waist. But upon wearing it there was a sense of authority this dress imposed. Given to you a while ago, it had always felt a bit too daring to wear, too provocative. Well, you had done much worse than wear a dress over the past two years. When Elinor came back she practically gaped at the dress. Quickly she did your hair, something simple yet elegant.

The next hour passed in anticipated waiting. Soon someone would be sent to collect you. You were aware of how the wind picked up outside. A few birds were twittering outside frantically. You wondered if you could already tell winter was coming. Jaecerion's ring now glittered on your finger. Elinor read aloud, you weren't paying attention. When there was a knock you nearly threw up. Ser Arryk and six guards awaited you. 'My lady, we are here to take you to the great hall.' You nearly corrected him that it was now "Princess". But you supposed it was not official yet. Walking beside Ser Arryk you made sure not to shake. At least Elinor was with you. Arrival was far too soon. Taken to a small door to the Iron Throne's right you were ordered to wait.

'We are pleased to announce the marriage between my brother Jaecerion-Prince Jaecerion- and the Lady Y/n.' Someone whispered 'Open' and the door swung open. Like an actor in a play you made your entrance onto the stage. All eyes were on you, passing in front of the throne. Jaecerion was standing right there, waiting for you. Taking your hand he pulled you in front of the court. You could feel all their eyes on you, like small daggers poised. Facing them, you looked at each and everyone of them, your enemies. In the crowd you could see the faces of Cerilla and her friends. Horror was dawning on their faces. Your smile dripping with poison.

You were married to Jaecerion for a second time in a rushed hurry of arraignments. The High Septon had to give his approval for an nuptial that normally would take months. Under different circumstances this would have involved the King, his council and the delegation of House Hightower. That would all have to be taken care of afterwards. It was a rushed ceremony with only the most important members of the court. Dressed in red you were given the Cloak of Protection and became a Targaryen. A short dinner was provide before the bedding ceremony, for propriety's sake. Beforehand, however, you were given four ladies, hurriedly procured to serve the new princess. Then at the end of a procession you were to leave for the bedding ceremony. Just before exiting the Great Hall, you turned. The remaining royal family was also leaving. Ellyn in particular looked ready to flee. During the announcement you had not been able to see her face. Yet you had the particular satisfaction of seeing her face during the celebration. Ellyn's face was a mixture of mute fury and alarm. Ellyn would have to be careful with her words in the future. As a fellow princess married into the royal family you were now nearly equal to her. 'Princess Ellyn, will you be coming with us. I did accompany you during your own bedding ceremony.' The ladies stared, eyes either on Ellyn or yourself. Ellyn's hand twitched, sharp fingernails grasping at her yellow dress. 'Ah, yes, my good-sister do accompany your new sister.' Aegon seemed completely oblivious to what was going on. Alicent and Otto exchanged glances. Before they could say anything you turned and headed out.

This was the exact same chamber in which Ellyn forced you to undress her. Ellyn did not assist in undressing you. While back then you had been far inferior to her, you were in no position to torment her as she had you. Fury scratched at you. That would change. One day Ellyn world be made to feel small, insignificant. Just as you had been made to feel. When dressed in a nightgown embroidered with lilies you ordered all of them out, except Ellyn. 'My good-sister, a word?' Her ladies stopped and looked to her. Immediately you turned on them. 'Get out.' It was only with Ellyn's dismissal that they left. You would remember their faces. Standing tall, Ellyn walked towards you. Standing just inches apart the pair of you sized one another intently. 'I suppose my suspicions were correct. You are a whore.' Ellyn looked at you with those imperious, cold blue eyes. 'You are indeed right.' That was not the answer Ellyn was expecting. Like a snake you struck. Hands flew out seizing Ellyn by the forearms. Instead of crying out Ellyn let out a gasp, words clearly beyond her. 'I did lay with Aemond. I took his first time, you know. And perhaps we still do.' Ellyn looked likely to faint. 'Liar.' Yet Ellyn's word held little conviction. 'Oh really? Can you be sure Aemond was telling the truth? No, I know you don't believe him.' The lie tasted sweet, better than if it had been the truth. On the other side it sounded as if they would soon be ready for you. 'And you are absolutely right about another thing.' You leaned in so quickly that had someone walked in they would have thought you were giving her a kiss on the cheek. 'I have absolutely set out to destroy you.'

'And you will meet with the delegation from Highgarden?' Jaecerion and yourself lay tangled within one another on the bed. Like a great cat you lay on him, playing with the ends of his silver hair. 'Of course my love.' He kissed the ruby glittering within the golden wedding ring. Jaecerion's own wedding ring was a plain golden one. Having so little time to prepare for the wedding you had not the time to get him something finer. That could easily be rectified. Today you would commission a better one. One that did not have flowers on it.

You could not spend all day laying in bed. Now that this objective had been obtained, there came to next part of your plan. All sorts of resources were now available. Getting Alys was your next task. You would have Alys come to Kings Landing to teach you magic, a room is she is willing, a cell if she is not. Although you hoped it would not come to that. Only how would you explain this to your husband? This was not a task you could do alone. Harrenhall had already been taken by Daemon, otherwise you could have sent a group of knights to take her. There was only one solution, send her a letter. You would send a letter to Alys asking her to come to Kings Landing. There she would meet you at a designated place before being snuck inside. Alys may chose to ignore you, sadly there was nothing else for it. Thank the Gods Alys was in charge of the ravens at Harrenhal.

New rooms next to Jaecerion were provided for you. The last resident of these rooms had been Princess Alyssa Targaryen, late mother of late King Viserys and Daemon. Ever since her death the room had been abandoned. Once the main residential floor of the royal family had been full of princes and princesses. Those days were long past and now you lived where they once did. 'She died in these rooms.' You though, pacing around the oak bed. They had been sure to replace the bed hangings and bedding. Tapestries decades old and rugs faded still decorated this room. With the funds you now processed new ones could be gotten. As a princess you would need ladies and more servants. Elinor would naturally stay, and you saw no point in switching out your laundress and the two that cleaned your room. Four ladies from prominent families were presented. Alicent, whether for your sake or her own, had Catrina Lannister come into your service. Was she a spy? Catrina had always been kind to you, being around Alicent's age. Who could say if it was genuine. The other three you did not know well. Darana Cole, Felice Reyne and Roana Hightower. Darana and Roana you were suspicious of. A Cole, Roana may be a spy of Alicent. Roana was a Hightower, you suspected her a weed planted by Jenna. Speaking of Jenna, you had been surprised by her reaching. Instead of scolding or prompting, Jenna simply wished you well and left it at that. She was up to something, likely rethinking her plans. A spy would be needed. In times of peace that could easily to achieved. War would make this task quite difficult. But you were resourceful.

The Riverlands were in flames. Aemond had let loose his beast on the lords who supported Rhaenyra. You already knew this would happen. Still, the details were not pleasant to hear about. Already you had accepted that this was who Aemond was. You wondered if he ever felt any guilt, if it kept him awake at night. There was no one to talk to about this because Jacaerion was dealing with Highgarden and its lesser houses. Anxiously you waited for him to return. Realistically you knew your husband would return, but deep down you feared Jenna would somehow harm Jaecerion. Waiting was the worst part, when there was nothing more you could do. Using Jaecerion's servants you had a room prepared, one out of the way. Sworn to secrecy you would say nothing. Jaecerion had two servants close to his confidence. A young man with dark hair from the north, and a rather short pretty woman who use to work in Flea Bottom. They alone were trusted with this task. The good think about the keep was that there were a good many hiding places.

Given your status certain duties were now expected. During war any good female member of the royal family would be expected to put on a strong front. Sewing, giving alms to the poor, putting on a display of bravery and anything that could provide moral support. While Alicent was busy with the council you were forced to endure being in the same presence as Ellyn. You on one side, she on the other, and the other ladies nervously carrying on their tasks. 'I can do this.' Given everything you had done over the past few weeks this should be nothing. Anyway, one day you would avenge yourself upon her.

She had come. Jaecerion's male servant had been keeping an eye on the special place when he spotted Alys. When he whispered this information into your ear as you sat at the vanity there was elation. Everything was working out better than hoped for. 'Send her in.' The servant bowed and Alys walked through the door, connected to a hidden passage. Only it was not just Alys, but a baby in her arms.

Notes:

As to the matter of a pre contract that was actually something practiced in Tudor England. A pre contract was considered binding if consummated. This in itself would not have made Otto and Alicent accept the marriage. There are mainly two reasons, firstly that being that the reader is of a good enough lineage and they want to keep the Tyrell's in alliance. Secondly, they can not deal with scandal and Jaecerion would kick up a fuss.

Under normal circumstances the reader and Jaecerion's marriage could have been dissolved due to politics. There are three reasons Y/n was able to make this marriage. Firstly, the royal family can not afford a scandal right now. Two, they need Jaecerion's cooperation and can not afford to punish him. Three, Aegon dosen't give a damn, and he's the king.

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Same Dilemma, Different Actions, Different Consequences

In the Rookie, Wesley Evers and John Nolan have faced the same dilemma: will they break the law to save their wives?

Wesley did. He worked for Elijah Stone, a mafia boss, in exchange of Angela's location. Without the info, Angela and their baby might not survive.

But Wesley paid the price. His reputation was ruined, so was his career.

John didn't. He refused to let Malvado, a hitman, to kill Jason Wyler, Bailey's ex-husband who threatened her life.

Little did he knew that Bailey chose to assist Malvado herself. Without Bailey's assist, Jason might still be alive, and could be a threat in the future.

Nolan paid the price. He faced another dilemma: would he report his own wife to the authority? His relationship with Bailey is strained, and we're yet to see how they resolve this problem.

It is quite clever how The Rookie applied the same dilemma to different characters. They took different approaches based on their individual traits, and they suffered different consequences. It makes the story not boring, although basically the show recycled the same problem.

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I have no idea if this make sense but I saw a tiktok clip today of Kylie Kelce who's married to the football player Jason Kelce and she was joking about how well her husband can read the field and the game but he can't find his keys when they're probably in his own pocket sooooo I was thinking about hotch being an expert profiler but losing stuff all over the house and reader knowing exactly where everything is

The funniest thing is that I absolutely DO know exactly what you're talking about because I'm fairly certain I sent that TikTok to my friend yesterday. (If I can find it I will link it at the bottom here for those of you who have no idea what we're talking about)

Shamefully, I did not immediately connect that energy to Hotch, but I'm so glad you did! You're absolutely correct.

Aaron Hotchner can tell when someone is lying. He can read body language and pick apart people's phrasing. He can predict the future actions of a serial killer and catch them. He's an expert marksman with sniper training. He can scan a room for hostages and targets in seconds flat. His instincts are well honed, and after so many years of profiling, and staring down some of the worst people on the face of the planet, it all comes second nature to him now.

But, Aaron Hotchner can hardly ever find his keys. Sometimes he leaves them in his pocket. Sometimes he tosses them down on his desk in his home office. More often than not they end up on the kitchen counter when he steps into the room to greet you or Jack. But regardless or where they end up he's almost always on a scavenger hunt for them in the morning. When he's lucky, you're his saving grace; clearing your throat behind him to catch his attention, a travel mug of coffee in one hand, his keys dangling off your index finger on the other.

I also think in the same vein as this thought, as organized as Aaron is, I don't think any of his organization systems would make sense to many people other than him. At work he has his filing cabinets and everything is alphabetized (though I think he'd prefer it if everything was sorted by year, and then alphabetically). At work he adheres to a standard, completes tasks, and paperwork especially, the way he was trained to. But at home he's free to sort his files, and his books as he pleases. His office is still extremely organized but it's more intuitive, there's no real structure to explain but he could tell you from another room exactly where a specific book is. His home office is a peak inside his brain.

He still can't find his damn keys though.

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omg for the Christmas drabble I was literally just thinking of a future jercy fic where it's Christmas or new year's eve and the boys are just reflecting how Jason never thought he'd get something normal like holidays with loved ones and Percy never thought he'd live long enough to have a husband and holidays in their own home. if you can make a drabble out of that it would make my day

“I wasn’t going to say anything…”

Jason and Percy were resting on the plush couch in their living room, warm from hot chocolate as they watched the fireplace. Jason’s voice was soft—too soft, the kind of tone that suggested he was at his most fragile. The layers of physical and emotional armor had come undone, taken off piece by piece. It meant that he could be free of the weight of it for a moment, though it also meant that anyone or anything could deliver a killing blow.

“What is it, love?” Percy asked. The words—pet names—had sounded foreign and embarrassing in Percy’s mouth for the longest time. Eventually, though, they started to feel normal. He thought them, and they lost the weight.

“I never thought I’d have this,” Jason murmured. “Life in…in New Rome was…spoken of briefly, dangled in front of me like a treat for a dog, but…” his voice hardened, cracked, then softened again. “I knew they wouldn’t let a praetor, a son of Jupiter, go so easily. There would be something else, and something else, and something else, but…now there’s not. I’m with you, and my entire life is in front of me…”

It had been six years, and still Jason spoke as if he expected to be taken from Percy, taken in as some sort of slave to Camp Jupiter. No. Jason had done his time and then some. Percy would die before he let any more harm come to his husband.

“I’m sorry if I’m bumming you out,” Jason mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of Percy’s neck. His fingers traced the soft, fuzzy neck of Percy’s sweater.

“You could never,” Percy replied. He wanted to add ‘you don’t talk about it nearly enough’, though he knew that would really draw attention to it. He had to speak up in these moments when they happened.

“To tell you the truth,” Percy said, hugging Jason close, his grip gentle but firm. “I never thought I’d live to see this…we were always told most demigods didn’t make it to adulthood. I never thought I’d get to get married, get a house, have holidays…but now I have it all and more. All thanks to you. You think that I was some gods-send, that I saved you, but…you don’t know the half of it. You saved me, Jace. And times like this remind me of that more than ever…”

“Perce,” Jason wouldn’t look at him, his voice muffled in Percy’s sweater. Percy was sure his eyes were watering, only because his own were stinging and they tended to bring it out of each other.

“I know, sweetheart,” Percy squeezed Jason’s shoulder comfortably. “You’re thinking, ‘wow, Percy’s so wise and sweet and sexy…the only thing that would make this better is if we had a little one to celebrate the holidays with!’ Am I right?”

Jason’s laughter was like the song of a wind chime. “You’re ridiculous, Percy Jackson…but yeah, I was kind of thinking about that…”

“Maybe this time next year, then,” Percy settled.

Percy held Jason close as he rested his head on his shoulder, and the pair watched the flickering flames in much deserved peace.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

chiropterology!

by ichorai Before Bruce Wayne became Batman, back when he was simply known as Vengeance, he accidentally crash-landed into a researcher working at Gotham University after leaping out of a high-rise building. Killer opening, huh? Thankfully, the only thing broken was your leg (save for Bruce's utterly shattered ego). In his defense, it was his first time jumping out of a building that high! Needless to say, years down the line, you found yourself a Bat for a husband, a manor to live in, and a thousand kids to worry about... and you would do it all over again if given the choice. Words: 3725, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon (DCU) Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Batman/Batmom, batmom & batfamily Additional Tags: Slice of Life, SO MUCH FLUFF, Future Angst, loosely follows the batfam webtoon!, Batfamily Shenanigans, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), A Collection of Drabbles via https://ift.tt/lvVD98N

[oddduckthatgirl]

Title: Seconds Are Welcome

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Lannister!female

Warnings: period typical misogyny, arranged marriage, period typical gender roles

Summary: Everyone talks of girls coming of age. No one speaks of when the girl doesn’t desire to be less than who she is.

A/N: this is slightly AU-ish. For this story, Daemon was named heir, not Rhynera (not hate, just a plot). Changed some Lannister names. It’s just a story, let’s not dissect too much. This story will have multiple parts.

Casterly Rock was the ideal hold for any man to feel like a king in his own keep. Jason Lannister attended to his family home with all the devotion any lord would. He has four children. His two sons, James and Jonathon, are both married, each of them having apartments within the walls with their lady wives. Also within the walls are his two unmarried daughters, Jasline and Jaylon.

Jaylon Lannister wasn’t as she appeared. She looked every part a Lannister. Her eyes were such a light shade of blue that they appeared gray in a certain light. A long flowing mane of pale blonde hair. She had a very lean figure, but muscular. She had been tutored all the ways a proper lady should be. She also could read and write seven languages. She and her sister Jasline received the absolute finest instruction befitting their stations. While her sister had to work for every lesson, Jaylon found academics to be simple. As such she had time to learn other lessons.

She spent some afternoons learning about all things equestrian. After all, horses are what helped her family amass their fortune. She wanted to know everything. From an early age, her father Jason indulged her curiosity. He had even found it quite endearing. However, since she was now eight and ten years old and not married he seemed to be irritated by it.

What raised his ire more was her interest in sparring with her brothers. She often would sneak out with them in the evenings so they could instruct her. Until one evening they had been discovered by their father. He hauled her into his study and told her that was not her place as a future lady of a fine house.

“I’m your youngest child Father and your second daughter. I could only hope for a match so great.”

“You will still have a husband to protect you.”

“What happens if he is killed? Who protects me then? Or if he did save my life, now he’s owed a debt. A Lannister always pays their debts.”

Begrudgingly, he relented but insisted on having her train with her brothers. To give her the same teachings. In truth, she was a far more elegant fighter and understood how to use her femininity to her advantage.

Jasline was far more calm. The eldest daughter who had understood her role. She was the picture of a proper lady. Everything a lord could want in a wife. She didn’t argue, she kept her opinions to herself and she could smile all day while appearing to not have a thought in her head. With her temperament, one would wonder her connection to the Lannister name if not for the blonde hair. Most described her as quite pleasant company.

Dull. Jaylon thought of her sister.

She could never live that life.

Jasline had been married to a nice lord from House Blackwood. They had a longer courtship than usual due to some haggling over the dowry. During that time there had been a small uprising that was beginning to become serious. Eventually, it was decided that Jasline and her lord should be married quickly so he could set out with his lord Father to right their lands.

They were wed in a small ceremony. Jaylon was her attendant while he had his cousin. They didn’t even consummate the union before he had to set out.

Young Lord Blackwood never returned. Jasline was a widow before she even had lost her maidenhead.

It made it difficult to find a match for her. So many questions. During the months after, Jasline had occasion to make acquaintance with Thomas Baratheon. They appeared to have a genuine affection for each other, so Jaylon thought, however it would seem their Father didn’t think the young lord, a second son, worthy of his eldest daughter.

Jaylon almost wished her father had those thoughts for her. Once she came of age, her father had her see every eligible second or third son in all of Westeros. She would do her best to be a proper lady but then they would ask her opinion and she would always answer honestly.

“Jaylon, they are not interested in what a lady thinks.”

“Well Father, perhaps they should be.”

She would tell her father about these young lord’s opinions on battle or horses or wine.

“How am I, a Lannister, to sit there and listen to them be so mistaken? They would make a fool of me and by extension, you.”

Jason Lannister was a proud man. He knew his youngest was correct but he would never give her the satisfaction.

“Why must you insist on such obstinate behavior?”

“I believe it is inherent.”

This would most assuredly have her father avoiding her for days on end. Which was fine by Jaylon, more time to devote to sparring and to horses. More time to think of the many ways to make the next suitor for her recoil in disgust. If it wasn’t their misguided crowing about how honored she should be to be their wife and welp their children it was their leering. She even had the moment to strike a young lord who commented on how strong her thighs were from riding.

It was a quick reaction. Truth be told, it was probably the first broken bone the young lord had ever suffered. Judging by his lewdness, it wouldn’t be the last.

Every day is the same. Until it wasn’t.

There was a new tutor. Some Septa sent to them from King's Landing. He told Jasline and Jaylon they were to have lessons in High Valyrian. The girls exchanged a look and knew what that implied.

A Prince was interested in a Lannister wife.

Lucky for Jasline, even more lucky for Father, Jaylon mused. She was just enthusiastic about another language to learn. More than likely she needed to do her best to master it so she could help Jasline. It wouldn’t do her well to not understand it. Jasline focused all her attention on it, while Jaylon made sure to note her struggles.

Jaylon had heard the rumors as had her sister. She could even see the fear in Jasline’s face when people spoke of Prince Daemon. The girls spent hours at night discussing him, his temperament.

“I hear he’s roguishly handsome,” Jasline sighed.

“He’s a Targaryen. Of course he is. And a prince,” Jaylon collects herself, “I suppose if you’re attracted to that sort of person.”

Jasline smirks, “and he’s a wonderful fighter. Quite a quick wit as well.”

Jaylon nods, “much to the annoyance of the small council I hear.”

Jasline shifts to face her sister, “do you think the other whispers have merit?”

“Did you mean the piece about the street of silk or the piece about him murdering his lady wife?”

“Jaylon Lannister! That is treasonous,” Jasline’s face flush.

“Sweet sister. He is a prince. He does as he chooses. He was commanded into marriage, so the story goes. A young prince who didn’t want such a wife. So he did as he pleased. Perhaps he was simply bored.”

“Jaylon. I would bore him so,” she gasped, “you should put yourself in his way.”

Jaylon laughed loudly, “Father wouldn’t dream of that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not you, Jasline. I’m not the first born. I’m just the spare.”

Jasline sighed, “perhaps marriage to the Prince isn’t what I want.”

“Thomas.”

“I love him, sister.”

“I know you do. But we are just women in this world. We are at the whim of every man,” Jaylon reclines and gazes out the window, “and Father knows best for us.”

“That doesn’t sound like you,” Jasline settles herself in her bed, “I would suppose it’s easy to be so placid; the eyes of a dragon aren't fixed upon you. But they should be.”

“Oh Jasline, marriage is an arrangement. You smile, you nod, you bear his children. Everything else you will sort out.”

“I have sorted it. He needs to wed you. You are one of the greatest beauties in all of Westeros. You are intelligent, strong, cunning and most importantly you are not easily swayed by the opinions of others.”

Jaylon rolls her eyes, “sleep sister, you’ll need your strength.”

Jasline settles into bed, “yes I will. I need to convince His Highness of all your virtues.”

Jaylon leaves her sister to rest and makes her way to her room for the night. She laughs thinking over her sister’s suggestion that she be put in Prince Daemon’s way. Her father would never allow it. She imagines the look of rage that would take him over. How he would have to obey the command of his Prince, if he did want her instead. That would raise his ire even more.

She couldn’t help the smile at the thought. Fun but a fool’s wish.

She sat and brushed her hair, staring at her reflection. She wonders what it is about her that these lord’s find appealing. She’s just a young girl, who knows about horses and wine. That reads whatever she can so she wouldn’t be left behind in the conversation of men. Her understanding that information is the greatest and most valuable commodity.

This is how she gathered what she could on the Targaryen prince. She wanted her sister to have every advantage. She also didn’t want to displease the man herself and squander all the work that has gone into this endeavor.

Before she drifted to sleep, she imagined what a conversation with him would be like. Would he be intimidating? Would he be kind? She also hoped for the chance to see his dragon. That isn’t a sight she would soon forget.

[cowboythighs]

stephanie harrington is a good girl. she goes to church on sundays, cheers at games on friday nights, and keeps her legs shut. like she’s always been told good girls do!

but lucky for her, eddie sees steph for what she is, and is more than willing to lend a hand to get her to loosen up and 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 good.

(general cw: no discussions of consent so dub con warning even though both are willing and enthusiastic participants! any talk about good/right/pure/virginity is from characters perspective based on their religious upbringing!)

stephanie harrington was, quite possibly, too naive. sheltered her whole life by godfearing parents, her biggest desire in life was to be Good. and part of being good meant saving herself for marriage. steph /knew/ her future spouse deserved to be the first to touch her, so she took care to make sure her body wasn’t spoiled. not even by her own touch.

but her naivety created a blind spot—the perfect gap for a proud, self-proclaimed pervert like eddie munson to slip in. he’d watched steph for ages, wondering what it would be like to be the one to show her what she’d been missing. so he knew that after the pep rally that afternoon that she’d be the last to leave the locker room.

he hid under the bleachers while the rest of the school filtered out of the gymnasium. stood there just out of their sight watching as the rest of the cheerleading team left the locker room. counted until he was sure there was just one left.

eddie crept into the steam filled locker room and found steph’s bag easily. he rifled through, removing the single pair of panties and the change of clothes she had inside. satisfied, he hid her clothes in a different locker, but kept the panties for himself. he tucked them into his pocket and slipped back out, back under the bleachers. and waited.

fifteen minutes later when steph finally appeared with wet hair and back in her cheer uniform, eddie was already hard from the anticipation. from the thrill of having the most popular girl in schools panties in his hands. from knowing what could happen next.

he knew a lot from watching steph. he knew she was behind in chemistry, and would stay after school, sitting in the same spot every time while she attempted to finish the homework.

he also knew about her vow of chastity. the promise between her, her parents, and her preacher that she wouldn’t let herself be touched. he’d overheard her ex-boyfriend jason whining about it more than once.

but eddie watched. eddie knew. he could see the way she squeezed her thighs together when tom cruise slid across the big screen at The Hawk in his underwear. could see the way she bit her lip and squirmed when she listened to the other girls talk about their hookups. eddie knew she wanted more.

she just needed someone to break the seal. take off the pressure. show her that she wouldn’t be struck by lightning if she let herself feel good. and eddie was a giver. was willing to help steph out of this silly, unnecessary predicament. show her that her future husbands pleasure wasn’t worth more than her own right now.

so, being a watcher—a giver—eddie knew just where to stand underneath the bleachers so that when all the dominos fell into place, and steph sat down on the bleachers that afternoon, he was in the perfect position to get a glimpse of her pussy.

she sat in her same spot—six rows back—sat the way she normally did—spun around backwards so that she sat on the floorboard, legs dangling underneath the bleachers so that she could use the bench in front of her as a desk.

she hummed quietly as she pulled out her notebooks and textbooks, seemingly oblivious to eddie’s presence. he took advantage of the view she offered him—legs spread enough to show eddie what no one else—not any of the jocks drooling after her—had ever seen.

it was even prettier than he’d imagined. puffy mound covered in thick, brown curls that had never been tamed, with a glimpse of pretty pink where the hair thinned and her swollen lips met. it was too pretty to be ignored. eddie leaned up and softly, quietly, blew a tickling stream of air right at it.

above him steph shivered. looked around, ensuring no one else was near, and cautiously spread her legs wider. eddie’s answering smile nearly hurt his cheeks. he knew his girl so well. he gave her another puff of air as a reward. watched fondly as she scooted closer to the edge of her seat.

eddie reached up between the wide spread of her legs and slowly—gently—let his finger trail over where her puffy pussy lips met. her hand flew up to her mouth as she fought to keep quiet.

eddie couldn’t believe how much pleasure he was able to give her from such a simple touch. it wasn’t his first time playing with steph in this spot under the bleachers. it was something he’d been warming up to over the past few weeks. building up from making soft noises to alert her of a presence, to blowing air against her thighs, to finally—last week—rubbing her through her panties until she soaked them.

but eddie knew she was ready for more. he tapped his other hand softly against her shiny white shoes. obediently she spread her legs even further.

steph was a good girl.

eddie let his finger slide into the wet warmth between her lips—not pushing inside her—not yet. he stroked up and down slowly—letting her get used to the brief contact against her clit. let her get worked up enough to want more.

she couldn’t say it—couldn’t ask for it—but he knew what she wanted when she pushed her hips forward more and whined. he used his free hand to gently pat her leg—saying without words—that he had her. understood her. would take care of her.

eddie could feel it—could sense that steph was getting close. he was torn between wanting to draw it out—really make steph desperate—let her realize how much she needed him—and wanting to make her see stars—feel her come apart in his mouth.

but then someone called steph’s name from the hall outside the gym, and his decision was made for him. despite how badly he wanted to keep going (steph hadn’t even closed her legs! just froze in place like she couldn’t bear to stop, even knowing they could be caught at any second) eddie pulled back with one quick soft kiss to the soft flesh of her thigh and slid back into the shadows under the bleachers.

he watched as steph slid her legs back together just before her friend walked into the gym.

“steph, my car won’t start and tommy says he won’t give me a ride unless i blow him. will you give me a ride home?”

eddie saw carol perkins matching cheer shoes walk up the steps to steph.

“are you alright?” carol asked.

“fine!” steph squeaked out. cleared her throat. “i’m fine,” she repeated. “just trying to get some studying done. and don’t you already… you know… tommy?”

carol laughed. “i love that you’re too pure to even say “blow”. seriously, i love you steph. you’re a riot. and yeah, i might’ve given tommy a few blow jobs, but i don’t want him to think he can just make demands! come on steph, help save me from my sinful ways.”

When steph hesitated, carol added, “please, steph; you can study at my house.”

steph sighed, and eddie listened as she gathered up her things. “Fine,” steph relented. “Just this once, okay? I really do need to study and this is the only place I can really think.”

Eddie watched the girls’ squeaky clean sneakers as the walked down the last few steps of the bleachers. Smiled as he saw steph hesitate by the door, obviously trying to decide if she wanted to look underneath the bleachers. he didn’t make a move to hide.

but carol called her name again, and steph left unsatisfied in more ways than one. but it was okay. eddie knew she’d come back for more. back to him. he could wait.

✨

[wilsondick-winterexchange]

WDWE Day 4

We got one more day of works to celebrate the WilsonDick Winter Exchange💙🧡

Please, double-check the warnings and tags before proceeding!

WORKS

Don't Tell The Boys [FANFIC] for wingdingery [Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply] [Dick/Slade]

Summary:

Through a series of (un)fortunate events, Dick meets Slade, Nightwing meets Deathstroke, Dick meets Deathstroke, and Nightwing meets Slade. Only, Dick doesn't connect the dots until the very end. Not that he's complaining, necessarily. -- Identity Porn x4, background Jason & Rose help drive the plot, because someone needed to and it definitely wasn't going to be Dick.

the road less traveled [FANFIC] for horsey [Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply] [Dick/Slade, Dick & Addie]

Summary:

When Deathstroke’s attack catches the Teen Titans off-guard, Dick finds himself getting help from an unexpected source: Deathstroke’s ex-husband, Slade Wilson. He didn’t realize, then, how that meeting would end up changing the rest of his life.

Starry Nights [FANFIC] for wildsofmarch [Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply] [Dick & Rose]

Summary:

Rose doesn't know how it happened. When she realized she was a full-time hero, it was already too late. Saving people day and night had become her newfound motivation. Rose doesn't know how it happened, but she became one of them, a hero by conviction.

eat your young before they eat you [FANFIC] for meaninglessblah [Explicit, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Rape/Non-Con] [Dick/Joey/Slade]

Summary:

Dick and Joey are hunting Slade for sport.

silver screen darling [FANART] for Averia [Gen, No Warnings] [Dick/Wintergreen]

Summary:

EXCLUSIVE: Established model and rising actor Richard “Dick” Grayson pictured with William R. Wintergreen at the MPTF fundraiser last night.

the paper-thin line [FANFIC] for cheju [Explicit, Chose Not to Use Warnings] [Dick/Slade]

Summary:

After Dick interferes with Slade’s job in Gotham (which, to be fair, he’d only done because Slade interfered with his first), he decides the best way to prevent future retaliation is to strike a deal: if Slade agrees to leave Gotham alone, then Dick will stay with him alone for one night, and no matter what Slade does, he won’t run. Though that doesn’t mean Dick is going to go down without a fight.

[envioussleepy]

BL CONTENT WITH JASON TODD

Thinking about Jason being a hopeless romantic but also being very distant with touch because of his trauma.

He would love you to death but when you want to hug he gets very nervous and flustered.

No one makes him feel this way, why must you embarrass him?

Once you got him comfortable enough he will cling to you like a koala to a tree, he ain't budging.

Coming home from his vigilante work just to immediately pick you up set you in his lap and put his arms in your jacket pockets and act like nothing happened.

If you're asleep? He would 100% spoon with you.

Working on a big work project for work? He will save your progress and turn your computer off and make you cuddle him... Or he will let you continue working and wrap his arms around the top of the chair around your neck leaning into you.

You are his, and his alone.

Bet you 100% a month into the relationship he had looked into a ring for you and never bought it but constantly looks for a perfect ring for his future husband.

[the-firebird69]

This is a palomino horse and it's not a pony and it's a beautiful beautiful steed and they are from Arabia all of it. Jason is very familiar with it and Lily too they love the horse it's beautiful and save their lives many times as powerful and it rhymes forever they help them a lot too because it's hard out there it doesn't like the desert but it's used to it and it goes on the edges mostly and they ride them only if they have to they're well fed well cleaned well groomed and loved and they race them. The world renowned and famous and they think seagraves came from this event here and from us fighting and them having a problem in the ocean and it is. They're very fast and they win most races. Black beauty is not one but has a tough time with these horses. We're going to get going on this and we have to and we're going to make them ourselves and we're going to start now others might try and really they usually do this is a patented mini Jeep ours will be a little bit different the tires will be further apart it'll be the same wheelbase from front to back distance they'll be different tires in different rooms the chassis and the engine and a lot of the inner workings will be the same we just changed the suspension out and it goes like 70 mph and we use anything from the John Deere 350 up. We're going ahead and we're going to start making these and a lot of them and they come with the top and doors thinking about 80 miles to the gallon and it'll be dealt approved in all 51 states and globally too they're already making a mini jeeps in India they sell like crazy but these would be modified and there be a kid and we'd be selling the kid formally like $2,000 she can have yourself a Jeep now I think he wants one of these and his mom had one it's a t10 I think and it's big enough and you change out the rear differential and we can offer that as part of the kit it'll be less expensive but he'd have to get the lawn mower you never know how these stupid things happen it's great for the beach they have tires that are fit for it and they're fit for the road a lot of times can be used but we choose not to the ones we use are airless the solid tires and the kids are pretty cheap and the lawn mowers are cheap but really this would be the start of the other would be that took took type configuration and for lawn roast it don't work we make them into trailers so don't throw them away we're going to be purchasing them sometime soon maybe this week I would like to set up a meeting with Jason and Lily

Thor Freya

I like to sit and meet about this casino I can see them up there sort of we can see the ground moving so we do get it

Stan

Yes we are up there we spent half a day at demolishing and the other half will finish it up and we're going to start proceeding to prep the land survey it clear it and we're going to have to let it settle has to rain so we're going to try and get to rain a few times and history quite a bit what while we're doing that we can start putting in infrastructure to the area and he says yes like power plants and those would be off to the side and sewer treatment and there's a lot of stuff that we can start on huge lay down areas not really going to happen but he says we can do preliminary work all the design and getting the people involved who want to be involved including the ostracized one and we don't need Trump even though he's included too the max will be there only a little we have a lot of meetings to set up and we're going to start doing that and stan helped.

Thor Freya

It's a lot of work that we can do and we can organize teams and get everybody who's going to be doing it involved and we're going to start now and yes my husband has a character named cable you can see in the winter go to libraries it's kind of what he looks like it's not really into full combat but he does look like that in the future in the near future

Hera

Olympus

[eclipsecrowned]

AND NOW FOR SOMEONE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT...

JOANNA LANNISTER. (tw for stalking, assault, incest, death)

personals dni.

Backstory: The eldest daughter of Ser Jason Lannister, Joanna was born into the wealth and privilege that other noblewomen could only dream of. Being the granddaughter of one Lord Paramount, niece to his successor, and in time bride to the most recent to hold the title, Joanna's name has long been worth its weight in gold. Despite her father being an unlanded knight, his name and her ambition carried her far.

Such machinations and good breeding brought her to the Red Keep, to dwell with Queen Rhaella as companion. There, she would serve alongside the Princess of Dorne, and met the two men that would gall her the most, the men by whom her life would be defined. The first of these was King Aerys himself, who coveted Joanna and pursued her with the bloody-minded focus of a hound set on a deer. The second was a cousin of Joanna's, Tywin Lannister, who became some other man when in her company.

Joanna eventually married Tywin, despite meddling on the part of Aerys. Afterwards, she departed the royal court and took up her role as the future Lady of Casterly Rock. Despite being the wife of a member of the Royal Council, Joanna kept her distance, seemingly contented with life at the Rock.She gave her husband twin children, Cersei and Jaime, the year before he ascended to become Lord in his own right. At some point, she caught her eldest children in a troubling situation and forcibly separated the two.

Joanna would die almost thirty years prior to canon events. The birth of her third child, Tyrion, proved too great a burden on her body. She is never seen properly in canon, save in a brief dream her eldest son has. However, she is mentioned infrequently by her husband, children, and other relatives, as well as the few surviving members of the last Targaryen court. In standard Martin fashion, her backstory and character are not wholly fleshed out, but her absence clearly has impact on what those who survived her became.

My Fanon:

Going to come out and set this one straight outright: I hate most secret Targ theories that are not written on the wall (Jon Snow, Aurane Waters, etc.) While I am content to let larger fandom/my followers debate among themselves if any of the core Lannisters are secret Aerys bastards, it's a narrative I'm not interested in pursuing via my Joanna. She has so little story or agency as is, and I disdain giving the former to her via her being assaulted by the husband of a close friend. All her children are Tywin's, and Aerys never got as far as he wanted. Please note, however, that this is not me saying that Aerys never hurt Joanna. Abuse can be so much more than physical.

My own take on the whole 'bedding' situation and Joanna being sent away after is actually very important to how I portray her, and it plays out thusly: Aerys got too handsy, Rhaella was made aware of that and realized that his obsession was escalating, she sent away one of her few remaining friends to spare Joanna what we the audience know Aerys to be capable of. However, in the rush of Tywin and Rhaella conspiring to send Joanna to the safety of the Rock, no one filled Joanna in on Rhaella's intentions. She believes she was punished by someone she trusted for Aerys' actions against her, and ends up with a simmering hatred for the Targaryen dynasty as a result.

The last interpretation of fanon events I will touch on is that my Joanna doesn't really mesh with popular fandom perception of her. She's not the sainted Token Good Lannister who could have saved her husband and children and thus the realm if she had only survived. She was harder in nature than that, and a coolly calculating expert manipulator, and either approved of or tacitly accepted Tywin's worst traits. That does not, however, mean that she falls to the other side of fandom that presents her as a poisonous scheming bitch in the same vein as her kin. There's a true thread of kindness in her, especially for victimized women and outcasts, she's a learned woman who eschews several in-universe prejudices, and she is quick to defend those who earn her loyalty at any cost. My Joanna is a deeply complicated woman with both vices and virtues.

Rohanne Webber was renowned for her red hair, and I headcanon the Presters are likewise ginger. By these power combined... My Joanna is only barely strawberry blonde, leaning heavily towards copper-colored locks than true Lannister gold. She's quite pale like most real world European redheads, too, which means that she freckles easily. And yes, she hates that. So much.

All three of her children get some aspect of her personality. Cersei gets that permissive, doting idea of motherhood from her mother, even if she might not fully remember it -- Joanna might not have always understood the twins, but they always got what they wanted from her within reason. Tyrion has her voracious appetite for knowledge and the written word, though she favored myths and poetry over his love for history. Jaime, unfortunately, got the coping mechanisms: You go away inside yourself. Whatever they make of your body, they cannot take your mind, so you seal yourself behind it like a locked door. This is not to say she's a carbon copy of any of them, just that maybe some things do come to nature over nurture.

In the afterlife, Joanna is raging against her entire family. Her husband's monstrosity towards other women after all she went through with Aerys. The twins for having done such a horrid, unforgivable thing with the bond they were given. The son she never knew choosing the path of least resistance over becoming something more than what he has endured. She does not smile upon any of these people. She has regrets.

A study in: Parents as People / Born in the Wrong Century / A half-painted portrait / Never speak ill of the dead / Female ambition / "Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy." / Tears are a woman's weapon / The courts of women / "For hands of gold are always cold but a woman's hands are warm." / A secret history / The things we leave behind / Regicide / "Women have minds and souls as well as just hearts, and they’ve got ambition and talent as well as just beauty. And I’m sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for."

Verses/AUs:

Mainverse: Follows Joanna through her arrival in Kings Landing through her eventual demise. Canon-compliant save for the touches necessary for my interpretation of certain events canon treats as ambiguous. Beginning with Joanna's arrival as a maiden to serve Queen Rhaella and following her through adulthood, marriage, and motherhood. Potential triggering content abounds, at least where Aerys is concerned.

Survival: Follows Joanna through pre-AGOT events up to the most recent canon. Joanna survives the birth of Tyrion, though weakened and unable to have any more children. While this generally improves Tyrion's odds as a Lannister give his mother is in his corner, the rest of canon is a question mark to be defined by my partners and I in terms of divergences. Potential triggering content in any setting where Cersei and Jaime still follow through on whatever happened to make them like that.

A Lionesses Survival: Follows Joanna in a wholly fleshed out survival AU. Beginning shortly after her canonical time of death and ending some decades past the current 300 year of canon. Joanna being alive does not magically fix the timeline, but she and Tywin conspiring against Aerys and Rhaella and Joanna making amends does completely upend pretty much every event in book canon. Comes with extensive lore that I'm happy to flesh out to interested parties.

Plot bunnies/Calls to Adventure:

For older muses: Your character knew Joanna from her time in court, both the victories and the insults. Whether we play out their time together as courtiers under the Targaryens or pick up with your muse reaching out to the now Lady of the Rock after her tenure at court came to an end, there's ample opportunity to flesh out a dynamic and see where it went/goes.

For younger muses: Your character has some tie to Joanna's children, whether as friends, rivals, or lovers. Joanna, for her part, is going to dissect your muse verbally to see if they are worthy of the time and effort her child puts into this relationship. You want to have some part in the story of one of her kids? You go through Joanna first. Generally based in survival AUs.

For Lannister muses: Wife, mom, cousin, sister, Joanna is many things to the various Lannisters we meet. Give me any opportunity, canon-compliant or AU, to flesh out these dynamics. Let's give her some depth beyond 'everyone apparently liked her and she pegged Tywin.'

For Lannister loyal muses: Tywin might be ruled at home by his lady wife, but that lady wife also rules while her husband is away from home. Your muse needs something of their Lord, and Joanna is the one that handles negotiations. Your muse must win fair lady's favor in order to pursue their own aim, as nothing moves within the Rock without her knowledge and approval.

For 'Targs Negative' muses: The only good Targaryen king is a dead Targaryen king. Aerys is a brute and monster, who landed solidly on the madness side of the coin. Towards the end of her life and into her survival AUs, Joanna was conspiring to bring him down and instate his son as king with her husband as Hand and Regent. Join her whisper war rebellion in its early stages and see what can be done before Aerys goes too far into his madness.

Notes on this character:

I think I covered pretty much all my heavy canon/fandom divergences under the fanon panel of his post? But yeah, Joanna and Aerys never went all the way, all her kids are Tywin's, she's not some sainted innocent too good for this sinful earth idealized woman nor is she the totally stripped of character to be a strawman bitch that anti-Lannister readers want the family to be.

Given my own trigger, I'm liable to be very selective in the Tywins I write with. My main is written by my best friend Axem, who I trust and who understands and respects my boundaries. Not that I think other writers would do otherwise, just that I feel more comfortable at the outset with them compared to a stranger.

Definitely open to shipping her elsewhere than Tywin. Love me some AU potential. My one hard line is no, I'm not shipping her with Aerys. In any capacity. Even in AU. Feels synthetic feels bad on my brain.

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