#an older sibling desperate to protect the younger?

[visualtaehyun]

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Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Chakri of course addresses Nin with ราชาศัพท์ /raa-chaa-sap/: กระหม่อม/ฝ่าบาท /gra-maawm, faa-baat/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Thipokbowon and Tharin immediately start off with ปู่/หลาน /bpuu, laan/ and พ่อ/ลูก /por, luuk/, respectively, whereas Nin uses ผม /pom/ with everyone

Princes Rachata, Chana and Wasin all use เรา/ท่าน /rao, than/ amongst each other

I was today years old when I realized they made Nin and Ava same-aged on the show instead of Nin and Ramil as in the novels, judging by how the three of them address each other: Ramil พี่/น้อง /phi, nong/ with both of them, whereas Ava and Nin call him ท่านพี่(รามิล) /than phi (Ramil)/

ท่านชายเล็ก /than-chaai lek/ -> ท่านชาย /than-chaai/ = Nin's title + เล็ก /lek/ = small, tiny, little

I guess it stuck from when he was a baby? :D (in the novels it was translated as 'Little Young Master' btw)

Apropos Nin lowering himself both physically and linguistically, a fun fact: The literal meaning of ฝ่าบาท /faa-baat/ = underside/sole of the foot, and: กระหม่อม /gra-maawm/ = highest point at the crown of the head

-> Speaking to royalty this way implies the speaker is basically addressing only the lowest part of a royal('s body) while placing himself (and the highest part of his own body) lower than that still.

Spaghetti with Davin sauce makes a heartbreaking return 🥲

When Nin goes to talk with Tharin on the balcony, he correctly and respectfully calls him เสด็จพ่อ /sa-deht por/ though Tharin tells him to speak comfortably ("เป็นกันเอง" /bpen gan ehng/ = familiar, informal, friendly, intimate), the way both Thipokbowon and Tharin also speak to him. Nin then briefly switches from ผม /pom/ to just his nickname, Nin นิน, when Tharin shows him the care and warmth of a father:

ผม... นินขอบคุณครับ /pom... Nin khaawp khun khrap/ = I... I am thankful [for that].

Circling back to the three heirs:

น้องชายคณินทร์ น้องหญิงเอวา /nong-chaai Khanin, nong-ying Ava/ = (lit.) Younger brother Khanin, younger sister Ava...

At first I was like, yeah okay, addressing Ava as น้องหญิง /nong-ying/ is appropriate what with them getting described as practically having grown up like siblings however it just sounds more and more patronizing the more he backhandedly pities her for being 'just a girl' 🥴 And then he immediately does the same with Nin too??

ไม่ได้โดนสักหน่อย /mai dai dohn sak naawy/ = [Our lips] didn't touch at all.

Fun fact: In the novels, Ran did initially kabedon Nin but it was Nin who came up with kissing to get the paparazzi off their backs - and not a fake one either 🌚 At this point in the novels, Nin doesn't know about the Emmalian kissing tale yet whereas Nin in the show does. Plus, with how little insight we have into Ran's thoughts and feelings compared to the novels, it only makes sense to have him take on the more active role here. From Ch.24:

The distant shouting of one of the paparazzi triggered Charan’s protective instincts. He didn't answer Khanin’s question. Instead, he grabbed the slender wrist and pulled him close, pressing him against the wall and shielding him with his body.

"What... are you doing?"

"Those are paparazzi," Charan explained, referring to the shouting reporters who'd just passed. He then continued briefly.

"..."

"This bar is frequented by celebrities, so this happens often. When they shout like that, more people will follow," the older one said, looking around for an escape route, but it seemed too late.

"Check over there, by the restroom," one reporter's voice came from not too far away.

Charan locked eyes with Khanin. They were cornered... no way out.

In that moment of desperation, Khanin showed more quick thinking than Charan. Suddenly, he offered an unexpected escape.

"I'm sorry." The apology was like a gateway, Khanin wrapping his small hand around Charan's neck and pulling him close.

Their eyes met for a brief moment before their lips touched, leaving no space between them, not even for breath...

I'm not ruling it out yet but it seems that they did away with the Close Companion (alternatively close attendant, close friend etc. / ผู้ติดตามคนสนิท, สหายคนสนิท, พระสหาย etc.) position from the novels. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, it's an official position at court from the novels that can still be found in the pilot trailer where Nin refers to appointing Charan as his 'Trusted Confidant' พระสหายคนสนิท /phra-sa-haai khohn sa-nit/. In the novels, Paytai holds this same position to Ramil which gives Ramil absolute authority over him. When Nin finds out about this position, he decides to leverage that to his advantage the way he does in EP.3 here!

I really hope that Nin is still gonna lean into the fake-dating angle though to use the rumor mill to his advantage and because I love that trope hehe Judging by the preview, it looks like this conversation here between the King, Khanin and Charan--

--is exactly that conversation though, about the press reaction to them at Nin's debut (go rewatch the trailer please if you think I'm spoiling stuff :P)

อย่าไปจากผม /yaa bpai jaak pom/

I told y'all to keep that line from EP.2 in mind, didn't I? 😭

Dao Apisara, the lady playing this news anchor, is an actual news anchor btw!

Chakri's lessons include dance and proper address 🙂‍↕️

พูดว่า สอนเราหน่อย จะดีกว่าพ่ะย่ะค่ะ แล้วก็ไม่ต้องมีคำว่า ครับ /phuut waa 'saawn rao naawy' ja dee gwaa pha-ya-kha. laaeo gaaw, mai dtaawng mee kham waa 'khrap'/ = Saying 'Teach me, please' would be better. And there's no need for the word 'khrap'.

Nin, before being corrected: ไหนสอนผมหน่อยครับ /naai, saawn pom naawy khrap/

Nin, after being corrected: สอนเราหน่อย ...นะ /saawn rao naawy ...na/

Both หน่อย /naawy/ and ending particle นะ /na/ still soften the request :) But from then on Nin starts speaking the way expected of a royal, referring to himself as เรา /rao/ with Chakri + no more polite formal ครับ /khrap/!

Expectations for EP.4:

more of Nin's debut! 1) Nin tripping into Ran's arms because he's still bad at dancing and then them dancing, 2) Nin speaking like 5 different languages to impress the public, 3) actual introductions of Calvin and Jay, 4) Ran and Nin having a bit of a fight and clear-up followed by...

Charan finally stopping adressing Nin formally and all properly in private, like, I'm waiting for that switch y'allll (Ch.26: "นิน [...] หายงอนพี่หรือยัง" /Nin [...] haai ngaawn phi reuu yang/ = Have you stopped sulking/being upset with me yet?)

a RamilPaytai kiss scene that we skipped if we're going by the novels' plot progression (it's in Ch.25, before Nin's debut actually)

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[bigclownshoes]

Dream SMP and Arcane. Right. Two very depressing and insane pieces of media involving betrayal, found family and manipulation. Oh my god the parallels are insane actually wtf.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[daisies-on-a-cup]

if i had a sister i imagine it would go a lot like the first half of frozen

[pianokantzart]

I don't think we talk quite enough about these two NPCs:

At the beginning it's clear that they're supposed to be reflections of Mario and Luigi. The younger brother is skinnier, taller, less experienced, and (initially) easily frightened.

The older brother is shorter and chubbier, more experienced and protective of his sibling.

But when they're reunited, it turns out the two are very much different characters from Mario and Luigi.

The first sign is that the younger brother is pretty blasé while the older brother breaks down into tears of relief. A direct opposite to the way things go when Mario and Luigi are reunited.

Furthermore, the younger brother now embraces danger and desperately wants to go on another adventure, while the older brother forgoes treasure hunting completely in favor of focusing on keeping his sibling safe.

These are two behaviors that don't quite fit with Mario and Luigi.

HOWEVER...

Before Mario and Luigi leave, the younger treasure hunter takes Luigi aside and asks if he can sneak off with them. When he's overheard, not only is the older treasure hunter mad at his brother, but Mario is mad at Luigi for considering it.

This teeny tiny moment lead me to the suspect that the "character arc" these NPCs undergo are fuzzy reflections of Mario and Luigi's desires.

Luigi wishes he could just go though the wringer and come out on the other side with permanent bravado, unable to be shaken and as adventurous as his brother. He more than likely wants the younger brother to embrace this change and pursue his dream.

Mario on the other hand?

I think... while he doesn't dislike being a hero... part of him prefers the idea of just hanging out with his sibling in a world where things aren't consistently on the verge of disaster.

He understands the way the older brother feels, so much so that he deeply objects to the idea of helping the younger one sneak off (especially so soon after they were reunited), and gets mad when Luigi merely hears the idea out.

And I think a more selfish part of Mario likes the idea of telling Luigi to stay home, safe and sound where nothing can hurt him.

Heck... we've probably already gotten a peek into a world Mario gave in to this impulse and tried that approach...

[loveesiren]

CONGRATS ON 1500 FOLLOWERS! You deserve every single one of them and more 💕 absolutely love your writing 🔥

May I request a T.O.P blurb with "can't sleep?" and "we can't keep doing this?" 👀

Thank you so much babes!! <333

Vali's 1500 Celebration

warnings: smut, mdni 18+

wc: 1.3k+ (this ended up being longer than I planned lmfaooo I tried to make it short I really did)

You laid wide awake in the cramped tent, glaring at the ceiling like it had personally offended you. Beside you, Jiyong snored loud enough to scare off any wildlife within a five-mile radius. You turned your head, watching him sleep with growing irritation. His limbs were splayed out across the ground, mouth open, a thin trail of drool creeping down his cheek onto the shared pillow. Charming.

You let out a quiet scoff. This entire trip had been his idea. “We never get sibling time anymore,” he said. “It’ll be fun,” he promised. And yet here you were—freezing your ass off, stuck in a tent with your overprotective older brother who insisted on bunking together because “I need to protect my baby sister.” You were only a year and a half younger than him. You could survive a weekend in the woods without supervision, thank you very much.

Still… you had to admit, it wasn’t all terrible. Seunghyun was here. And that made everything a little more bearable.

You waited until Jiyong let out a particularly loud snore before slowly inching your way toward the entrance. Every crinkle of the sleeping bag made you wince, but he didn’t stir. Just flopped onto his back, oblivious as ever. He’d always been a heavy sleeper.

Rolling your eyes, you carefully unzipped the tent and slipped outside into the cool embrace of the night.

The air was crisp and you instinctively hugged your hoodie tighter around your body. Most of the camp had gone quiet—just the occasional crackle from a dying fire and the distant hum of crickets. A few stragglers were still awake, laughing softly around a dim lantern, but no one paid you any mind as you stepped into the shadows of the trees.

That’s when you saw it—a tiny orange ember glowing in the distance by the creek. A cigarette. Seunghyun.

You made your way toward it, careful to avoid snapping twigs beneath your feet. As you drew closer, you found him perched on a smooth boulder, cigarette nestled between his fingers, his other hand resting on his knee. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him like mist.

“Hi, Oppa,” you whispered.

Seunghyun flinched slightly, surprised, but when he turned and saw it was you, his features softened. The corners of his lips pulled into a quiet smile, and the moonlight painted his face in silver.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked as you lowered yourself beside him, your shoulder brushing his.

He shook his head, flicking ash off the edge of the rock. “Too quiet,” he muttered. 

“Sounds nice. I can’t sleep with Jiyong’s snoring.” You scoffed, taking the cigarette from him and taking a long drag.

“Yeah, I don’t miss living with him.” Seunghyun chuckled.

You smiled to yourself, eyes drifting to the water as it shimmered under the moon. The silence that settled between you was comfortable, like this moment had been waiting for you all day. Just you, him, and the quiet pull of something unspoken.

You stubbed the cigarette out on the edge of the rock, the embers dying with a soft hiss. Without a word, you shifted, sliding into Seunghyun’s lap, your knees framing his thighs. Your arms looped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. You leaned in, capturing his mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.

He groaned low against your lips, his hands instantly roaming—rough palms finding the swell of your ass beneath your shorts. He squeezed, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough. But just when you started to lose yourself in the kiss, he broke it—his breath brushing against your cheek.

“We can’t keep doing this…” he murmured, voice barely above the rustling of the trees.

“Why not?” you whispered, lips ghosting over his jaw. Your hand slid between you, fingers brushing against the hard length straining beneath his pajama pants. “You like it. I like it. So what’s the problem?”

He whimpered under his breath as you stroked him through the fabric, his head tipping back against the cool night air. “Because you’re my best friend’s little sister…” he said, as if trying to convince himself more than you.

You kissed a slow trail up his throat, your breath warm against his skin. “That just makes it even hotter,” you teased, voice soft and wicked.

He growled at your words, the last of his restraint snapping. His hands gripped your hips firmly, lifting you just enough to tug your shorts and panties aside. You helped him, impatiently fumbling to free him from his pants. The second he lined himself up at your entrance, you sank down onto him with a slow, breathy moan.

Seunghyun cursed under his breath, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. “Quiet, baby. Gotta be so quiet. Can you do that for me?” he whispered harshly, eyes dark and pleading. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, your wide eyes locking with his, pupils blown. Slowly, he lowered his hand, placing it back on your hip to help guide your movements.

You bit your lip hard as he thrust his hips up, the thick drag of him hitting deep—right where you needed him most. The pressure was overwhelming, delicious. You held on tighter, your breath catching in your throat.

“Fuck…” he groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “You feel unreal… the way you squeeze me…”

Your moans spilled out in soft, breathy whimpers with each thrust. Seunghyun reached up, slipping two fingers into your mouth, and you took them without hesitation, nearly gagging when he pressed them deep.

“Can never be quiet, can you?” he panted, his pace growing faster, sloppier, as he bounced you up and down on his cock. “So fucking tight… so wet… shit, I’m not gonna last…”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your body already trembling. That familiar heat coiled in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter until you were seconds from falling apart.

“You’re close, huh?” he breathed, his voice shaking. “I can feel it, jagi… fuck, cum for me.”

His words snapped something inside you. You clenched around him hard, stars bursting behind your eyes as your orgasm washed over you in waves. You felt him stiffen, his grip bruising as he followed right behind you with a broken moan into your neck.

You collapsed against him, your chest heaving, your skin sticky with sweat despite the cold air. His arms stayed around you, cock still buried deep inside, as you both tried to catch your breath.

“You make me feel so fucking good,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

A soft smile ghosted his lips, but it quickly vanished when a voice cut through the trees—

“Y/n?!”

Your blood ran cold. “Shit! My brother!”

You scrambled off his lap in a flurry of tangled limbs and whispered curses. Seunghyun helped you, his hands fumbling to pull up your panties and shorts as he tucked himself back into his pants.

He grabbed his cigarettes, quickly lighting two, and handed you one just as Jiyong’s voice rang out again, this time closer.

“I’m here!” you called back, praying your voice didn’t shake.

Jiyong burst through the brush a moment later, hair sticking up in wild directions, eyes squinting from the sudden light of the moon. “What are you doing out here?” he asked suspiciously.

You blew out a slow drag from your cigarette, shrugging. “Can’t sleep when you sound like a fucking jet engine.”

Jiyong grumbled, settling beside you on the rock with a huff. “Should’ve just woken me up. I wouldn’t’ve minded company.”

Seunghyun forced a tight-lipped smile, offering the pack and a lighter. Jiyong took one without a second thought.

The three of you sat there in a tense silence, the smoke from your cigarettes curling up into the stars. You could still feel Seunghyun’s touch lingering on your skin. Your thighs ached from how quickly it had ended.

Jiyong, luckily, was as clueless as ever—especially when he was half-asleep. But Seunghyun’s hand brushing yours beneath the rock was enough to remind you just how close you’d come to being caught.

And maybe… how badly you wanted to get caught next time.

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[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

hello! that other anon’s idea gave me another idea! ashley and andrew x a younger sister/sibling reader instead who’s basically the opposite of the older sister reader! a quiet little sister who’s been desperate for any sort of attention from her siblings, even if it involves being a little silly and committing some crimes

i can already imagine ashley pretending to be a good big sister but mostly just using it as an excuse to manipulate her younger sister, while andrew struggles to be a good big brother and balance ashley’s neediness with their younger sister who is, well, less needy but definitely could use the attention

little sister reader is stuck between her unhinged older siblings, but can’t speak up because she’s afraid of being alone and has to go along with ashley and andrew’s antics! sorry if this was long, i just got hit with a bunch of ideas-

Don’t apologize, the longer ideas give me more to work off of!

Andrew and Ashley Graves x Younger Sister!Reader

The Graves Parents were neglectful, but with you it was a whole other level

At least with Andrew and Ashley they acknowledged their existence, you however…

You were just…there to them

You never acted out like Ashley did, nor were you independent like Andrew

You were just…there

Someone who was so easily overlooked

And to be honest, you didn’t really care about if they remembered that you existed

Because there were two people who never forgot you

Your older siblings

The bestest older siblings on the face of this earth!

When mom left you at grocery stores, it wasn’t her or dad who came back to get you- it was Andrew.

When you had to stay after school and catch up on schoolwork to up your grades, Ashley made sure she was staying there with you (normally through getting in trouble, but it was still sweet)

Point is, your siblings made you feel more loved than your parents have in your entire life

And you love them so much for it

Your legs kicked over the edge of the metal bench you’d been sitting on, the sound of rain pelting the awning above you having been droned out a while ago. The LED signs of the corner store illuminated the darkening skies. You should be heading home, but walking by yourself at night was dangerous.

This entire situation your mother carelessly left you in was dangerous to be honest.

Waiting inside the store with a bunch of grown ups you didn’t know, most of which already looked like caricatures from a Stranger Danger PSA, was dangerous.

Standing outside by yourself for any fast handed killer or creep or both to snatch was dangerous.

Walking home where you could be jumped or get lost was dangerous.

And even with being aware of these dangers, you were surprisingly calm.

Mainly because this isn’t the first time this has happened. And normally, your saviors always came to save you.

“Hey Y/N.”

Speak of them now.

You perked up, looking at the two slightly older kids standing just out of the awning. The boy carried an umbrella, his black hair swooping over his emerald eyes and his sweater barely clung to his shoulders. Hanging off of his arm was a girl, slightly younger, with similar black hair that was a mess of hair clips. She beamed looking at you, giving you a toothy grin as she waved.

“Found youuuuuu!”

She said it like it was a game of hide and seek. And perhaps her nonchalantness to these things rubbed off on you. You were becoming more like her every day.

Your older siblings. LeyLey and Andy Graves.

Andy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just- get under here. Let’s go home before one of us gets sick.”

You nodded, rushing to huddle next to him under the dingy umbrella. The three of you began the trek back home. Three unsupervised children was no safer than one, but you knew they’d protect you.

LeyLey grinned at you from Andy’s other side, “Hey Y/N, did you snag us anything from the store?”

“LeyLey!” If Andy’s hands weren’t full, he would’ve smacked her.

“Whaaattttt, I just wanna know!” She clarified, “So- did ya? You know if you did you have to share! It’s the rules!”

“Since when?..” you tilted your head.

“Since now!”

“LeyLey she didn’t steal anything…” Andy gave you weary glance, “…Right?”

Looking right up at Andy, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a candy bar you stole when you started to get hungry. You didn’t eat it yet, in fear of mom showing up for once and getting mad at you for shoplifting. Andy groaned. LeyLey beamed.

“Sweet! Let’s split it!” She tugged on Andy’s arm, daring him to say no, “Come on Aaaannndddyyyy, you know you wanna!”

Andy simply gave his younger sister a tired expression before sighing, “Fine…but I get a piece too!”

You split the chocolate bar between you and your siblings, LeyLey demanding to swap with Andy since his piece looked bigger. They bickered, tussling with their halves while you ate yours- smiling happily.

You wished you could go back to when shoplifting was the worst of the crimes you committed with your siblings…

You all had been quarantined in your apartment, something about parasites in the water

And the wardens eventually stopped bringing you all food

Mom and dad left near the start

So it was just you, Ashley, and Andrew

Rotting away in your coffin of an apartment

Until some demon shenanigans happened and the neighbor croaked

“That’s a lot of meat…” Andrew muttered. You could practically see his mouth watering staring at the body. Ashley stood next to him, sizing your dead neighbor up. You had knelt down to check if he was still alive.

“You think we should?…” Ashley made a chopping motion with her hand, her pink eyes already telling you and Andrew that she’s made up her mind on eating the neighbor.

“Can we even?- I mean-“ Andrew was trying to rationalize the decision in his head, “Won’t we get in trouble?”

“What do you think Y/N?” Ashley looked down at you, your attention turning from the Cultist to your older sister.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your words were interrupted by your growling stomach. You clutched your abdomen, face twisting in discomfort. Ashley made an “awe” sound as she knelt down, cupping your cheek.

“You poor thing,” she cooed, “Andy just look at her! Our poor baby sister is starving and we’re not doing so hot either,” she stood up, “So, let’s do it! What’s the worse that could happen?”

“We could go to jail!” Andrew threw his hands up, eyes widening in frustration towards Ashley’s lack of realizing that fact.

Andrew’s face fell, though, as his eyes landed on you. He felt a pang course through his chest as how starved you looked. He was your older brother…he was supposed to protect you and…here you were rotting away in front of him. He turned his attention to the cultist’s body, debating with himself what to do before he sighed.

“…okay. We’ll do it..”

“Yes!” Ashley hugged Andrew’s arm, “I knew you’d do the right thing!”

Your older siblings planned this out, Andrew instructing Ashley to find him a cleaver and grab some plastic bags. All the while you stood back and watched silently.

You never got to tell them that the cultist still has a pulse…

[wncestnoir]

i will always be a “protective dean supremacy” kind of person—because that’s just who dean is at his core. he protects. it’s his instinct, his identity, the way he shows love. but there’s something incredibly powerful, even quietly devastating, about protective sam—and it becomes especially pronounced after the end of season 9. what makes protective sam so compelling is how rooted it is in both guilt and love. after everything that happened in season 9—lying to dean, telling him he wouldn’t save him if the roles were reversed, then watching him die—something in sam shifted. the moment dean was gone, you could see the weight of everything crash down on him. the anger he had, the hurt he carried, all of it was replaced by pure, desperate grief. and when dean came back—changed, marked, slipping away from him—it lit a fire in sam that doesn’t go out.

and it’s just amazing to witness because he has this ‘little brother’ fierce protective instinct toward his older sibling that, even if you take the romantic aspect of wincest away, is so endearing to see. there’s something deeply moving about the reversal—about sam, the younger brother, becoming the one who protects, who shields, who holds the line when the world starts to fall apart around them. he becomes this quiet force of determination, willing to lie, manipulate, sacrifice anything just to make sure dean is safe. and it’s not about obligation. it’s about love. pure, overwhelming love. this is the man who raised him, who never gave up on him, who has been his constant through everything. and sam—who’s lost so much—fights like hell not to lose him.

sam’s love for dean is unwavering. it’s complex. it’s full of ache and gratitude and history. and when he steps into that role—when he becomes the one protecting, holding, saving—it’s not just about keeping dean alive. it’s about giving back everything dean has given to him, in every way he knows how. it’s about honoring everything dean has been to him—brother, parent, partner, home.

and that’s what makes it so powerful. it’s not loud or performative. it’s steady. determined. built on everything they’ve survived and everything they refuse to lose. it’s painful, it’s beautiful, and it’s one of the quietest yet strongest expressions of love in the entire show.

[thatnonameuser]

I always have a spot for "Peepaw" Lilia, Alongside his war days self but I wonder what happens if the role of the Platonic!yandere turns.. Romantic? Reunion for feeling that living spark that he once had when he was young for his Childhood Friends.

What if he's not aiming for the young yuu that the younglings are hunting down, especially if he's also trying to be matchmaker for his sons... but A hidden older darling in Ramshackle that he stumbled upon while a potion/ Spell mishap? (Turning to a tiny bat, turning a ghost, teleportation, etc). 

Their child Yuu is out there, and Here they are recovering from– something? Where woes and common ground being a parent comes in play?

Before I begin, all the Lilia lovers out there. The reason I don't want to write Lilia as a romantic yandere for the MC in the yandereverse, is because Lilia is the equivalent of 70 in the TWST World and MC is at youngest 18. That's just makes me too uncomfortable for me to write.

But for an older darling, I can do that....

For this I'll be using Yuu for the MC, ____ is you. Also, the reader is the parent/older sibling of Yuu.

Lilia is no stranger to the craziness that comes out of one's love for their one true love.

It was much wilder in the olden days. Back when duels to the death were much more common. It's for the best the times have changed. The very last thing he wants to experience is having to pick between his boys should their fight for human Yuu grow out of hand.

Things have changed for the better these days.

But he wishes he'd made the decision to fight for Maleanor back when she was alive. The hole in his heart from that loneliness and grief has carved a hole in him that not even his fatherly love for Malleus and Silver can fill.

He's expected to die with that hole craving him clean through.

But it seems Maleanor didn't head back to stars just yet.

He was never one to follow the darling reincarnation belief after her death. All his years of travel during his search for information killed that belief dead, before it ever came to life. That was until he found you.....

He wasn't expecting to find you when he did. He wasn't expecting to find you at all.

In fact, he'd been following Malleus on one of his little walks dates. Yuu's rejection of his love was harsh, but Malleus was always so kind at heart. Poor boy always yearned for love. And he would get that love, all Yuu needs is a push, or rather a very harsh and painful shove.

That was his plan for the night. Go and nudge force Yuu in the right direction.

Malleus teleported back to Diasomnia, he'd calm his temper when he returned later.

And that's when it happened.

He'd known that besides Grim, Yuu wasn't the only one that lived in Ramshackle, but he was yet to see the other person. And now he did.

The foolish Yuu retreats back to the safety of their dorm. And an another one comes out.

And for the first time in four hundred years, his heart feels full again. He feels whole, at just the sight of them. That same pull that he'd felt back in his youth. That warmth and joy that's born from undying everlasting love. He feels two hundred years younger, like a weight was taken off his shoulders.

It seems his dove came back to him. And you've come back as something equally beautiful as you were before.

The little darling in your arms is frightened, "______...Why?! Why did he?" Oh, so that's your new name. ______, it's just as lovely as the last one.

"Sh, It's okay. You're going to be okay, Yuu." You hug them in your arms like you want to protect them from this big dangerous world. Far away from all the evils that threaten them. Aw~ Isn't that just the sweetest? Your parental love is just as strong as it's been all those years ago. So desperate to protect your children from the threats that try to steal them from your arms.

Well, it would just be cruel to do what he planned to Yuu now. It would just tear you to shreds to be separated from them.

Perhaps, he can use this to his advantage. You don't want to be separated, so he'll give you the option of staying together.

Wouldn't that just make you all a big happy family? Him, finally reunited with his precious dove again and one of his boys happy with their darling Yuu. It will mean he'll have to play peacemaker pretty soon but, after he convinces them to share, all will be well.

"Go back inside, Yuu. Arm yourself, stay with Grim and don't open the door until I come back. OK?" You're so protective, willing to send your loved one away and staying behind in the danger zone. The two of you are so much alike.

He doesn't mean to jump the gun, but it seems Malleus might even be reunited with his mother, all he has to do is make contact. Well, the younger darling is inside now, no time like the present.

"Hello there, little dove!" You jump out your skin in surprise at his sudden arrival, but he's expected that. He also expected the kitchen knife you try to drive into his face. He catches it with ease, he's grown up with your fiery little temper. You haven't changed a bit.

"You're wearing Diasomnia colours, are you Lilia Vanrouge?" You recognise him, why didn't he start believing in that idea earlier.

"Why yes I am."

"Are here for Yuu?"

"No, no, my precious dove. I'm here for you." Your face widens in surprise.

Now, that he's much closer he can see the difference between Yuu and yourself. You're a little older, by a few years at minimum. Still, you're quite young. He won't have to worry about your fragile human life ending so soon. Plus, this means he can leave Silver with some siblings.

"But-But I don't-I'm not-"

He shushes you, there's no need for this fear, this trepidation. "Dove. I've mourned you for so long. Now that you're back, I won't ever let you leave me again."

"But what about-"

"Don't worry, the little darling you're protecting will be fine. In fact, I think we'll be one big happy family."

[gamergirl-niffler]

What if... there is more to Dabi?

Sometimes I sit and think about stuff because of that I often have weird ideas, theories, headcanons, etc.

For the last few days, I was thinking about Touya and Dabi. How he was super fixated on revenge, EVEN if there were less aggressive ways to solve all of this...

And came to the conclusion:

"What if Touya suffers from DID and Dabi isn't just a way to hide his true identity, but a personality that developed to protect him and seek justice for his harm?"

It's probably super wrong approach but hear me out!

(From what I read on Wikipedia)

Early childhood trauma, places someone at risk of developing DID.

Traumas like: childhood abuse, violence, neglect, or severe bullying, dysfunctional family dynamics were reported in people suffering from DID

We all know "hellish" Todoroki family and the way stuff went there.

Touya was a child "created" for greatness by Enji.

From the very being, Enji put into Touya's head that "HE will be the one to suppress All Might himself" and since he was just a child he believed in this.

He believed his father, he wanted to learn, he wanted to achieve this goal, make his father proud, proof he is worth his love and attention because his other siblings were no threat.

Then Shoto was born, and BAM, everything burst like a bubble.

THAT'S WHEN DABI'S DEVELOPMENT COULD START.

Once loved boy with SO many expectations put into him was thrown aside like a rag doll for the sake of little brother.

Neglectful and selfish actions of his own father, mixed with Touya's obsession on being THE CHILD his father once said he was, led him to that cursed mountain and when Enji didn't show up...

That's when Dabi came out.

When we see him wake up after 3 years - it's not Touya, but Dabi.

Dabi - The personality developed to protect Touya, to prove that Touya can be the very thing Enji told he will be, a personality made to PAY BACK for all the harm that child had to go through because of bastard father.

He is like an older brother stepping in front of the younger sibling to take all the harm on himself.

It's not TOUYA doing all those bad things while chasing Enji and going against Shoto - It just Dabi.

Dabi who wants desperately show what Touya is capable of while Touya is just tucked away from all the harm, just waiting to be again acknowledged but not out of pity or because his father feels bad for his own actions but because of what he can be.

Of course, Dabi is so fixated on achieving this goal that he takes EXTREME measures - but it's all for Touya's happiness that he deserved ever since he was born.

This may make no sens, but this was a train of thoughts that went through my head very recently. The post is probably messy because I am not the best at making such things and putting them 'on paper"

Feel free to comment and tell me what you think about this, BUT please don't be mine or anything. I didn't mean to insult anyone with my limited knowledge.

I am curious of your thoughts

[deathbxnny]

I hope you dont mind another one but it’s something i’ve been thinking about. Dw this is more hurt/comfort. Can I request Wriothesly, Ayato, and Tighnari reacting to an alternate version of their dead kid all grown up? Like my other request, can you write it where it happens during their respective Archon quest (and well for Ayato, his story quest)?

Context:

He used to have a kid. Whether the kid was related to him or not doesn't matter as he still loves them all the same. But one day, his kid died around their pre teens. I'll leave it ambiguous on how they died but their death broke him.

Few years later, the genshin impact plot happens and he meets the traveler and their companions where one of them just so happens to be his dead kid's alternate self. And they're all.. grown up. Despite looking much older, he knew deep down that that's his kid but also not really his kid because he knows his kid is dead, they died young.

The person in front him is just an alternate version of them. A glimpse of what his kid could be if they were still alive..

- Flower Anon 🌸

This one hurts so well, Flower Anon, so thank you so much for another great request!!<33

(Just like the other request, this is also generalized to make it easier for my fish memory brain-)

Content: Reader died young, mention of alt reader being more of a doppelganger in a way, grief, vague child death, angst, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》TIGHNARI

Tighnari didn't notice at first, or well, he tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that you looked eerily similar to his deceased child. His heart was racing, ears flattening to his head momentarily, so many unsaid words stuck in his throat. And then there was nothing.

His face gently relaxed into it's usual deadpan, shoulders dropping, his instincts grimly reminding him that you were indeed not his child, but somehow just a coincidental and much older doppelganger of it.

But the heart ache began to linger for different reasons. Mainly due to the fact that a part of him finally healed at the sight of you. He always wanted his young one to grow up happy and healthy. And whilst it never got to do so on it's own, he allowed himself to imagine that his child lived on through this version of you.

》KAMISATO AYATO

Ayato smiled bitterly, immideatly recognizing your younger features in this much older version. His heart hurt, ached, and felt like it was being ripped out all over again, yet his signature smile still remained. He had a role to play, an important title to uphold. But he still couldn't bare to look at you directly after the first time he did so.

His answers to the travelers and Paimons questions were short and swift, making it kind of obvious to his sister next to him how desperate he was to get away from everyone. Not that she could blame him, as she felt the same. Your death broke everyone in the family, and they found no joy in seeing you all grown up because this wasn't you. You weren't the child they lost.

Ayaka eventually feels too faint to continue the conversation, which frees the two siblings from you and your companions questions and confused glances. The silence between the two is deafening, as they watch you leave with dull, solemn looks, the questions of "what if" and "if only" plaguing their exhausted minds.

》WRIOTHESLEY

Seeing you, an older you, stand there with the traveler and Paimon whilst he went to greet you both, made him nearly consider turning around and leaving at once. He never confronted your death, mainly to protect his strength and what was left of his sanity after he lost you. He never spoke of you either anymore, going as far as forbidding anyone to ever mention it, too.

He just couldn't stand it, having become so awfully bitter over time, and it only worsened at the sight of this alternate version. His jaw clenched, and he had to take a deep breath to quell his confused temper. Why did he feel so angry? Was it the regret and grief of never being to actually see the real you this way? Shouldn't he be glad that he had seen a glimpse of you as an adult after all? Perhaps his anger stemmed from the realisation of permanent loss. You weren't his child, despite the similarities.

It makes him become alot harsher to you three and the Hearth children that were lurking in the shadows. Whilst he may have been more merciful beforehand, he just wanted you all out already. He wanted to return to the peace he had made with the darkness in his heart. If it wasn't for Sigewinne telling him to focus on the plan at hand, he would've perhaps lost it entirely a while ago.

[g1rlsp1ckins]

𝓜ODERN 𝓜ARAUDERS 𝓓R

✶ 𝓘NTRODUCTION

"𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉��𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉."

˗ˏˋ Florence Lupin, the younger sister of Remus Lupin, is as much a contrast to her brother as she is a reflection of him. Growing up in the shadow of her brilliant, kind-hearted older sibling, Florence found her identity in rebellion. While Remus was all restraint and responsibility, Florence was chaos and conviction, embracing the parts of herself that refused to conform.

Sorted into Slytherin, Florence quickly earned a reputation as the black sheep of her family, but not in the way most assumed. Her Slytherin ambition wasn’t rooted in cunning schemes—it was her sheer determination to live authentically. She wasn’t evil, nor particularly cruel, but she wore her attitude like armor, shielding herself from a world that had already scarred her brother with its judgment. Florence had no time for pity or pretense; she was unapologetically herself, loud and stubborn, but fiercely loyal to those she let into her circle.

Florence’s Hogwarts days were a mix of mischief and music. She spent most of her free time in the Room of Requirement, transforming it into a makeshift studio where she could plug in her guitar and let the world melt away. Her love for music became her escape, her protest against the wizarding world's rigid traditions. She collected vinyl records like treasure, often sneaking away to Muggle London on weekends to dig through record shops in search of hidden gems.

Her style reflected her personality—ripped jeans with sassy embroidery, scuffed boots that had seen countless adventures, and thrifted tees with bold slogans. She was the girl with chipped black nail polish, Converse shoes that had stories to tell, and a disdain for authority, especially when it came from pompous Gryffindors who couldn’t look past her Slytherin crest.

Though she clashed with Remus’s Marauder friends, there was an unspoken truce between them, mostly thanks to Remus’s patient mediation. Florence had a respect for Sirius Black—perhaps because she saw a bit of herself in his rebellious streak—and a complicated friendship with James Potter, whose charm annoyed her as much as it intrigued her.

But beneath her sharp edges, Florence had a softer side. She was the one who’d stay up all night with a friend who needed her, scribble poems in the margins of her textbooks, and fiercely protect anyone who was treated unfairly. Her bond with Remus was unshakable, even if their personalities couldn’t be more different. He grounded her, and she reminded him to loosen up and let go of the guilt that weighed him down. ˎˊ˗

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˗ˏˋ Florence Lupin met Regulus Black in the most unexpected of ways: through Sirius Black, her older brother Remus’s boyfriend and Florence’s closest friend at Hogwarts. Florence and Sirius had clicked immediately, bonding over their shared love of rebellion, sarcasm, and a flair for chaos. When Sirius introduced her to his younger brother during a winter break at Grimmauld Place, the connection was anything but instant.

At first, Florence found Regulus too cold, too stiff, and entirely too proper—everything Sirius wasn’t. Regulus, in turn, thought Florence was reckless and obnoxious, her sarcastic quips and casual defiance grating against his carefully constructed facade of control. They tolerated each other only because Sirius insisted they’d “get along eventually,” but the room always felt tense when the two of them were in it.

It wasn’t until Florence caught Regulus alone one night—hidden in a corner of Grimmauld Place’s vast library, his nose buried in an ancient tome—that she saw something beyond his aloof exterior. He wasn’t the self-important pure-blood heir she assumed he was; he was just a boy with the weight of the Black name crushing him, trying desperately to live up to impossible expectations. Against her better judgment, Florence teased him, and to her surprise, he fired back with a sharp wit she hadn’t expected. It was the first crack in the wall between them.

From that moment on, their relationship began to shift. Regulus started sneaking into the Room of Requirement during Florence’s jam sessions at Hogwarts, drawn to her music despite himself. Florence, in turn, found herself drawn to his quiet intellect and the way his carefully chosen words carried weight. He was different from the loud, boisterous energy of her usual crowd, and that difference intrigued her.

Their dynamic was a constant push and pull. Florence loved to challenge Regulus, dragging him out of his comfort zone with spontaneous trips to Muggle London or late-night adventures sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library. Regulus, for his part, grounded her, offering a quiet stability she didn’t know she needed. He’d sit with her for hours, listening to her rant about the world’s injustices or helping her fine-tune her lyrics, his calm presence a soothing counterpoint to her fiery energy.

Despite their growing closeness, their relationship wasn’t without its obstacles. Regulus struggled to reconcile his feelings for Florence with the expectations of his family, while Florence hated the secrecy that came with being involved with a Black. They fought often, their arguments intense but never cruel, and somehow always found their way back to each other.

Sirius, of course, had a field day when he found out about their relationship. “So this is why you’ve been so quiet, Reggie,” he teased endlessly, much to Regulus’s mortification. But Sirius also became their biggest supporter, even if his encouragement often came in the form of sarcastic comments and exaggerated winks.

Through it all, Florence and Regulus found something neither of them expected: a sense of belonging. Florence taught Regulus to loosen up and embrace the parts of himself he’d kept locked away, while Regulus showed Florence that vulnerability wasn’t a weakness. Together, they were messy and complicated, but they were also real—two people who found a sense of freedom in each other amidst the chaos of their world.

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˗ˏˋ James Potter and Florence Lupin were like oil and water—always clashing, always sparking, but somehow always in each other’s orbit. They met through Remus, of course, because James was rarely anywhere other than by Remus’s side during their Hogwarts years. From the very first interaction, James seemed to make it his personal mission to annoy the hell out of Florence every chance he got.

“Florence, did you wake up and choose violence today, or is it just your personality?” he’d ask with that infuriatingly charming grin, dodging the nearest object she hurled at him. She could never figure out why he targeted her with endless teasing, but one thing was clear: James Potter lived to get under her skin.

Florence found James insufferable. His cocky swagger, constant need for attention, and the way he seemed to think he could charm his way through life drove her mad. She’d roll her eyes every time he called her “Lupinette,” a nickname he insisted was “endearing,” and mutter insults under her breath when he’d try to rope her into one of his schemes. “Why don’t you go prank someone else, Potter?” she’d snap, to which he’d reply with a smirk, “Where’s the fun in that?”

But for all their bickering, James was also impossible to avoid. Whether it was because of his endless loyalty to Remus or his determination to drag Florence out of whatever dark mood she’d gotten herself into, James always found his way to her side. She couldn’t understand why he bothered, but there was a strange, grudging comfort in his constant presence.

And as much as Florence hated to admit it, James wasn’t all bad. He had a way of making her laugh at the worst moments, even when she was desperately trying to stay mad at him. He’d pull her out of her head when she was overthinking and drag her into adventures she didn’t want to go on—but secretly enjoyed. Once, after a particularly rough day, he showed up outside the Slytherin common room with a stolen bottle of Butterbeer and his invisibility cloak, declaring, “You look like you need to break a few rules.”

Despite their constant banter, Florence started to see the depth beneath James’s cocky exterior. He was fiercely loyal, endlessly brave, and cared more than he ever let on. And James, for his part, found himself inexplicably drawn to Florence’s sharp wit and fiery spirit. She was one of the few people who didn’t fall for his charm, who challenged him in ways no one else did.

Their relationship became a strange sort of friendship—a mix of bickering, begrudging respect, and moments of unexpected connection. James would never admit it, but he looked out for Florence like she was one of his own, and Florence, despite her protests, found herself trusting him more than she wanted to.

“Don’t tell anyone I said this,” she muttered one night after a shared Butterbeer and a surprisingly heartfelt conversation, “but you’re not the worst, Potter.”

James’s grin was wide and teasing, but his voice was soft when he replied, “Coming from you, Lupinette, that’s practically a declaration of love.” She threw a pillow at his face, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. ˎˊ˗

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˗ˏˋ Regulus Black and James Potter’s relationship was as complicated as it was unexpected. On the surface, the two were polar opposites: James, all loud laughter and reckless courage, and Regulus, quiet intensity wrapped in icy restraint. They seemed destined to clash, and for most of their time at Hogwarts, that’s exactly what they did.

James viewed Regulus as little more than an extension of the Black family name—a Slytherin pure-blood who was too serious, too rigid, and far too invested in living up to his family’s toxic legacy. Regulus, in turn, saw James as everything he despised about Gryffindors: brash, self-righteous, and entirely too careless with his privilege. Their interactions, when they happened, were brief and sharp, often ending in James rolling his eyes and Regulus stalking off in a swirl of his perfectly pressed robes.

But things began to change the summer after Regulus graduated, when Sirius dragged James to a Muggle record shop in London. James was halfway through teasing Sirius about his questionable music taste when he saw a familiar figure bent over a shelf of vinyls. It took him a moment to recognize Regulus Black, dressed in a plain black sweater and looking utterly out of place yet surprisingly...normal. No robes, no family name hanging over his head, just a young man browsing records.

James couldn’t resist making a comment. “Didn’t peg you for the vinyl type, Black,” he said with a smirk, expecting the usual cold dismissal. But Regulus, caught off guard, simply looked at him, then at the record in his hand, and muttered, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Potter.” And for the first time, James saw something human in Regulus—a vulnerability that had been buried beneath years of Black family expectations.

From that point on, James started seeing Regulus differently. They ran into each other more often—through Sirius, through mutual friends, and sometimes by sheer coincidence. At first, their conversations were laced with sarcasm and subtle jabs, but over time, they began to drop their defenses. James learned that Regulus had a dry wit that rivaled his own, and Regulus discovered that James’s charm wasn’t as shallow as he’d once thought.

Regulus’s quiet intellect intrigued James, while James’s easy confidence challenged everything Regulus thought he knew about Gryffindors. They pushed each other in ways no one else did—James dragging Regulus into spontaneous adventures, and Regulus forcing James to think before he acted (though not always successfully). Their dynamic was a delicate balance of fire and ice, with moments of surprising warmth.

Sirius, of course, hated it at first. “You’re fraternizing with him now?” he’d complain, only half-joking. But even he had to admit that James brought out a side of Regulus he hadn’t seen in years—a lighter, freer version of his brother. And for all his protests, Sirius secretly hoped that James could be the one to finally pull Regulus out of the shadows of their family name.

In time, James and Regulus developed an unspoken understanding. They weren’t best friends, nor did they always agree, but they became something deeper: equals. James respected Regulus’s quiet strength, and Regulus, in turn, found himself trusting James in a way he never thought possible. Their bond was unexpected and imperfect, but it was real—built on the pieces of themselves they hadn’t shared with anyone else. ˎˊ˗

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˗ˏˋ Florence Lupin and Regulus Black’s relationship began with friction and intrigue. Florence found Regulus far too serious and reserved, while Regulus dismissed her as impulsive and obnoxious. But as time passed, their sharp edges softened into curiosity. Florence’s fire melted some of Regulus’s icy exterior, and his quiet depth pulled her in. They grew closer, spending late nights together—she’d strum her guitar while he read beside her, sometimes offering insight into her lyrics or quietly sharing his thoughts about the burdens of being a Black. Their relationship became a secret sanctuary, a rare place where they could both be vulnerable.

When they began dating, Florence saw sides of Regulus that no one else did—the boy who loved the ocean and the stars, who spoke with passion about things he rarely let himself feel. She challenged him to loosen up, dragging him on spontaneous adventures, and he steadied her fiery impulsiveness with his calm presence. Despite their differences, they fit like two puzzle pieces, each making the other feel whole in ways they hadn’t expected.

Then, there was James Potter.

James had been Florence’s unofficial tormentor since they met through her brother Remus. His relentless teasing and endless energy clashed with her snark and defiance, leading to years of bickering that bordered on playful rivalry. Regulus, who had long considered James insufferable, couldn’t understand why Florence tolerated his constant antics. Yet, something about James’s unwavering loyalty and charm began to wear down even Regulus’s initial hostility.

As Regulus and Florence’s relationship deepened, so did their strange, growing bond with James. He was always around—whether dragging Florence into some ridiculous scheme or refusing to leave Regulus alone until he joined in on a late-night Quidditch match. James’s determination to break through Regulus’s icy exterior wasn’t just for Sirius’s sake anymore—it was personal. Regulus, despite himself, began to let James in.

The turning point came during a particularly stormy night at Grimmauld Place. James had shown up uninvited—soaking wet and dragging a bottle of Firewhisky—and somehow convinced Florence and Regulus to join him in the dusty attic. They spent hours talking, laughing, and arguing, breaking down walls that had stood between them for years. Florence, sprawled across a worn armchair, watched as James teased a rare, genuine laugh out of Regulus, and something shifted in her chest. She realized that, much as she hated to admit it, James wasn’t just a nuisance—he was someone who made them both better.

It wasn’t easy navigating their feelings after that night. Florence was fiercely protective of Regulus, worried James’s wild energy would be too much for him, while James couldn’t quite figure out why he cared so deeply about making Regulus smile. And Regulus, caught between two people who saw him in ways no one else did, struggled to reconcile his feelings with his own insecurities.

Eventually, the three of them fell into an unconventional but undeniable rhythm. Florence and Regulus’s relationship remained the foundation, but James became an integral part of their world—a source of light and chaos that balanced their intensity. The bond between Regulus and James deepened into something that defied labels, a mix of rivalry, friendship, and something softer.

Their relationship wasn’t traditional or easy, but it worked. Together, they created a space where they could be messy, complicated, and real—three people who found freedom in each other amidst the chaos of their lives. ˎˊ˗

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post is dedicated to @rrezshifts because this is OUR dr fr

made by @g1rlsp1ckins

[flwernyrvie]

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿!𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘀 𝗩𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ!: smut, mentions of pregnancy, possessive!Jacaerys, incest, Reader has long silver hair but dark brown eyes, a year younger than Jace, reader likes snakes, both characters are 18+!!

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x sister!reader, mentions of betrothal to Daeron.

Author’s note!: This is also my first time writting here but I am currently writing on wattpad, its a Benjicot Blackwood x Velaryon!reader so check it out (@flwernyrvie).

Younger Jace!

Is definitely protective of you seeing how you’re the only daughter and only sister of theirs.

Would listen to you talk about your dreams and explanation of snakes and why they are so wonderful.

You two (including Luke) would always ride your dragons together.

Definitely would shield you away from the rumors about your parentage like how he do the same to Luke and Joffrey.

Would read to you about your favorite stories every night.

Spoils you in anyway he can. Like get you snakes from kingswood, or get your favorite flowers from the garden, etc.

Older Jace!

WOULD absolutely not let any men go near you, except of it’s luke or any of your brothers.

If someone did try and talk to you, he would pull you away from them making a excuse then would probably scold you for talking to another man and after the lectures he gave you, he would not leave your side.

He’ll probably glare at any men that would try to have an conversation with you and would tell them to fuck off in a nice way, (like the way he silenced Aegon in s1 ep 8?)

Of course Rhaenyra wouldn’t be too fond of knowing your brother is not letting you talk to other people and only to him and your siblings and would be rude to others when trying to have a nice conversation with you.

Of course this limitation of having the freedom to talk to people would affect you for finding a future husband but Jace doesn’t care about that because if your mother didn’t find any men to betrothed you to she’ll have to go to the obvious one, which is him.

Until your Grandsire announcement that you are to wed his youngest son, Daeron.

This made Jace angry that, that night after your grandsire made that announcement he marched his way to your chambers and fucked the living shit out of you. While whispering filthy things in your ear.

“How dare he betrothed you to him?” “Does he not know you belong to me?” “I’ll make him know.. we’ll make him know won’t we? Dōna mandia.” “Fuck we better stay quiet Issa jorrāelagon..” “You’ll give me my heirs, won’t you? Issa dōna mandia.” “Daeron will never make you feel this way, only I can.”

He didn’t stopped until the sun came up making sure his strong seed was planted on your womb, creating a life.

Jacaerys didn’t want to do that of course but he was desperate, desperate to have you, desperate to spend his entire life with you, desperate to have you be his wife and be your husband, desperate to make you happy knowing damn well their uncle cannot make you happy as he can.

One moons after that fateful night, your mother noticed how you’ve yet not bleed and is showing the signs of pregnancy. She brushed this off knowing you wouldn’t do such a thing but after another month went by she called you into your chambers to confront you.

You confessed and told your mother everything and Rhaenyra was not happy.

First of all, Jacaerys ruined you and he impregnated you nonetheless, second you are already betrothed to Daeron and was expected to marry him next year.

Daemon however found this amusing and even laughed at his step-sons boldness. He requested that you and Jacaerys should be married or else whispers might happen if not.

So that’s what happened, in less than a month you and Jace are married. You two of course had a secret wedding but when your grandsire found out Rhaenyra married you to Jacaerys he got mad but he cannot undo it now as you both already consummated the marriage.

Jacaerys however was more than happy at this. He gets to have you and you get to have him, a happy ending for all.

Seven moons later, you gave birth to your son Laenor. Two moons early to everyone’s shock.

[muffinsin]

So it’s obvious that the girls had lives and families before the Cadou, so it got me wondering. What if the girls had a biological older or younger sibling that comes to work in the castle? It would probably feel weird to the girls to see what is basically a clone of you, that remembers a different version of you but you can’t remember them.

Tbh I love to occasionally think of setting Elena up as this (due to her obvious resemblance to Cassandra due to their models)👀 that’s a very interesting thought, hon!👀 this one’s got a bit angsty🙃

This one’s a little off my usual HCs for them since I HC that all 3 take a good 80 years tops to get to the point where they are in the game. Maturity and growth wise XD

Masterlists

Bela

Contrary to popular belief, not all are forced into the castle, forced to work there, to cook and clean and serve

Many come for the safety it can provide, the three meals a day, the roof above one’s head, the protection against Lycans

You, have come for a different reason

Bela Dimitrescu

The eldest of Alcina Dimitrescu, countess of Castle Dimitrescu, the head of the house

Her eldest. Her successor. Her heiress. One of three daughters, sisters

But also, your sister

She carries a different name now, looks a little different, acts different. But it’s her, undeniably so

You begin by working at the castle, and you work hard

Hard, quickly, every day. More and more. No task is too hard for you, no goal unreachable, for you have a single goal in mind;

To get to Bela

You know, you need to see her

You need to see your sister

You didn’t think you would again, that she would be lost forever after being taken by Mother Miranda

To see her in the distance, dragging something back to the castle…alive

Different, but alive

You need to know if your sister is still there

And so, as you continue to work hard and pick up more and more tasks, you eventually work your way up in the castle

Past ordinary tasks, ranking above the average maid

Until, at last, you’re assigned to clean and organize Bela’s spaces when she wants for it

You’re incredibly nervous on the first day, well aware that you will see her up close for the first time

While you’ve seen Cassandra around plenty times and managed to dodge her and had Daniela throw herself at you a few times, Bela has been distant, far too busy to spare the staff a glance or even interact with it

And when you are summoned to her office and finally see her, you feel like your heart is stopping

Her eyes are different, she sports a tattoo on her forehead. Her clothing is much richer and darker and while she barely wore make up in the village, she wears some now

But, beyond all this, she’s your sister still

Of course, she notices your racing heart

But, unlike her sisters, her reaction is different

She doesn’t grin, doesn’t approach you with a predatory smile and shine to her eyes as Cassandra would

She doesn’t move towards you with a sultry smile and seductive eyes as Daniela likes to do

Instead, she rolls her eyes subtly, as though a little annoyed

You immediately straighten up. You’re not sure how much she’s changed, but you know well enough to not anger her. Especially on your first day. You’ve heard rumors she is particularly unforgiving as it comes to a lack of competence

This, though, has you smile a little

This, at least, is a little like your sister, even if she was far, far more soft spoken in the village, unable to speak out as she can now due to the harsh, outdated hierarchy

Still, you remember her subtly rolling her eyes and glancing to you whenever something or someone annoyed her

Sensing your shift in behavior, she at last turns again, her hand raising, her gloved fingers gesturing to the room

As she talks, you can’t help but feel your heart ache. Her voice, though far more confident, is still the same

Your sister…

So close, yet so far

You so desperately want to reach out, to wrap your arms around her

You’re certain it wouldn’t be a very good idea judged by the dried blood around her lips

And still, you force yourself to stay quiet, to stay professional, to avoid staring at your long-lost sister overly long

As she works, you notice she checks in on you occasionally, critical as always, checking if you’re doing your work correctly

You can’t help a small smile

Even after all those years, you know how she likes to organize things. You know what ticks her off, what makes her smile, satisfied

You perform every task she gives you far better than all others, and she quickly decides she’s pleased with you. Pleased enough to have you work for her more and more

Every day, you see her

No. Every day, you see a shadow of who she was

She’s not quite your sister, and you’re not quite part of her family

She’s none the wiser, and you don’t dare tell her

You notice, though, she’s growing suspicious

Sometimes, you catch her staring, unashamed when she continues looking at you even when you turn to her

Like she’s trying to figure something out

Like she’a trying to figure out why you look so similar and familiar to her, but she has no recollection of you at all

At first, she thinks; could you be related to a former lover?

But…no, it doesn’t seem right

She can’t even begin to think she might be your sister

And you..you aren’t sure telling her is the best course of action

You can’t help but worry, fearing she might take you for a fool if you told her the truth

You know, in her eyes, she has a family

A new family

A stronger family

Not you…

She’s happy, you can’t help but notice. Or seems it, at least. She’s safe. And while she is occasionally heard complaining about “her sisters”, it isn’t hard to tell she loves them dearly nonetheless

Unsurprisingly, this stings

But…you can’t help but wonder whether it’s for the best

You’re about to tell her, once. About to spill your heart out and tell her everything. About to plead with her to come home

Home…

To the village, where it isn’t safe

A village, whose inhabitants have come to hate who your sister has turned into

How can you possibly ask her to do that? How could she possibly accept that?

You tell yourself, you won’t bother her. That after she’s looked after you all her life, you will look after her and grant her this life, now

But…you can’t bring yourself to stay away

You work eagerly, show up on time, every single day

You never fail to complete a task to her upmost satisfaction, and work for as long as you can, desperate to be with her and see her

You too notice yourself grow clingier, while she grows more and more curious

You seem so familiar, at ease. She can’t understand you, can’t figure you out at all

She wants to

She suspects, you must be keeping something from her

And when one day she confronts you, you almost forget who she is, now. That she no longer is the meek villager, the woman trying hard to protect you even if it meant being punished for it

The woman who would never resort to violence

You refuse to tell her what’s going on, originally, mistaking your relationship with Bela for one far more familiar than it is, now

You find yourself pressed against the window with a sickle to your throat, the not-so subtle threat of falling or being sliced imminent

You panic, suddenly struck with the realization again that despite her looks and certain similarities, this is not quite your sister

And you certainly are not family to her in her eyes

Terrified, you’re forced to realize; she will kill you, should you not speak up

And when you do, sobbing that she’s your sister, it’s like time stands still

She doesn’t believe it, at first

And for a moment, you’re certain she will kill you

But, the killing blow doesn’t come, and you’re left alone in her study instead

In the next couple of days, you don’t see her at all

You can’t even catch as much as a glimpse of her, really

Unbeknownst to you, your words have caused a small panic within her

She spends the majority of her days with Alcina, asking questions here and there, curious whether you could be telling the truth

She’s never quite cared for her former life

Of course, Alcina has once told her that she did exist as someone else before she was reborn

But, with her wonderful family surrounding her, she never found it within her to care

Now, she feels almost like she’s forced to

She panics easily at the thought of you, pacing as thoughts swirl about in her head

Often, it takes Alcina to calm her

It takes days for Bela to sort out her thoughts, to come to a point where she’s at least capable of making a choice

A choice, that comes a little easier to her than she likes to admit

The next day, you find your belongings packed and a carriage awaiting you, along with a handsome amount of gold

Some of the maidens congratulate you, others glance at you filthily, their jealousy clear as day

You feel only dread, only hurt

It’s clear to you in an instant; this is her doing

As much as she feels this odd feeling of familiarity with you, Bela can’t- no, does not want to- turn her back on her new family

She’s a Dimitrescu, and, to her, her family is Alcina, Cassandra and Daniela

She feels no sense of love towards you, no sense of affection she so dearly holds for her younger sisters

But, she does not want to see you hurt

She sends you off, away from the castle

You can’t be a part of her life. She makes this much clear

But, she sees to it that you’re cared for, financially, at least enough to afford a safe home

She can’t bring herself to do more than that

She’s a Dimitrescu, now, proudly so

And you are not

Cassandra

Cassandra Dimitrescu

A terror from the castle

A monster to many villagers. A devil, some even call her. A sadist, certainly. A predator, yes

Your sister

Can I be?

Could it really be her?

You remember her well, remember her strong face and stubbornness, her fierce protectiveness over you, which often led to her getting hurt

She never complained, never stopped protecting you

She’d always shield you from the dangers in the village

Gone, now

Given to Mother Miranda long ago

You remember she fought

You remember being unable to help her, staring into her brown eyes, wide and angry, as she was dragged away

The next time you look into her eyes, they’re golden, but unmistakably hers, still

It’s during a raid of the village, when you find yourself panting on the floor, watching a mysterious brunette rip apart the villager in front of you

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Then, when she turned, your sister…

Her face, her voice…but…not quite her

The woman in front of you is bloodied, and bloodthirsty. She holds your sister’s anger still, shows it openly, but it’s directed at everyone, and it feels like any wrong move could have it direct towards you, too

You aren’t sure why your instincts-unlike your wish- tell you not to run into her arms. But looking back, you’re certain it saved your life

Rooted in place, you can only stare and shiver, shake helplessly as the woman you’re so sure could be your sister tears apart the villager in front of you

By some miracle you aren’t next, left on the ground as she laughs and turns into what looks like a swarm of flies

Maybe, you should have dropped things

Maybe, you should have accepted your sister’s death

Maybe, you shouldn’t have gone chasing Cassandra

But, you do

You set out to work at the castle despite the rumors surrounding it

You know, after all, that is when you will find her

And, sure enough, you find out plenty

You find out, she’s the middle child, sister to Bela and Daniela Dimitrescu

A different family

A different woman?

But…you can’t help but see her, even as you’re confronted with the scary stories the staff likes telling about her in the dark

Maybe, you should have dropped it indeed

Finding Cassandra proves to be an easy task. Avoiding her sickle, a more difficult one

She’s loud, as your sister used to be, unfiltered

You remember, back then, this used to be a problem

You can’t help but notice, she seems happier, now

More confident

Free

Unburdened

Excited

Selfishly, perhaps, you can’t help but hope she isn’t loved. That maybe, she will come back to you

You’d hide her, make sure no resentful villager can find and hurt her. Or, by now, be hurt by her

Perhaps, this should be alarming

Still, you so desperately want to get your sister back

You try working your way up in the castle, try to work in areas you heard she regularly visits

The armory, she cellars, the wing containing her chambers

But, soon you realise; working hard has Bela Dimitrescu turn to you, not Cassandra

Bela, who seems to value order and your hard work

Daniela, who makes it a point to fluster you and all other staff members she comes across. So far, you have been lucky. You find; sticking to a group is important with the redhead, lest her seemingly random mood changes are directed at you

You begin to pull back a little, to take more risks, hoping it might catch Cassandra’s eye

Then, one day, it happens naturally

You’re caught up in a fight, screaming and scratching at the woman attacking you

You aren’t sure how it happened, how the maiden’s hurtful remarks could turn into a full blown fight

Nails scrape against skin, dig against it, hair is pulled

An unnecessary fight, foolish, in an already dangerous workplace

But, it’s enough to capture the sadist’s attention

You both flinch back when she’s suddenly there, and you gasp when her sickle easily slices forth through the air

It catches both of you, still, forming a bleeding cut at your cheek and a deep slash at the maiden’s one

She immediately begs for mercy, falls to her knees and sobs. You stand frozen in place

This close to her, you can’t help but look up again, your eyes finding her golden ones

Gold…not brown.. but the same lazy eye, the same frustration held in them

She’d always get so annoyed and frustrated at useless sobbing, would always scold you when you cried and apologized when she was hurt because of you

You know, this is your sister, deep down

You can’t bring yourself to look away. You want nothing more than to lunge forward, to wrap your arms around her and never let go

You’ve missed your sister so much. Now, she’s so close, yet so far

You flinch when the bloodied sickle is raised to your throat next, flinch and shiver uncomfortably when her tongue drags against the bleeding cut at your cheek

You don’t dare pull away, try to think about how embarrassed she will be once you tell her everything and she remembers you

The thought keeps you going despite your racing heart

And for a moment, she draws back, as if almost familiar with the scent and taste of the blood, as if it was far too similar to her own, far down beneath the scent and taste of her rotten one

For a second, you think she might understand, that she might suspect who you are

That she might remember

But, she doesn’t, and only pulls away again, eying you suspiciously

Of course, the huntress notices your odd taste and scent, so utterly familiar and out of place at the same time

She’s…curious, she decides

And while she snatches the other maid and leaves you that day, you’re summoned to the armory the very next one

From then on, you are to work for her

A deadly position

You still feel her eyes on you, always. You’re certain she’s around even when you can’t see her. Your sister always looked out for you. You hope, it can be like that again

As you work, you feel her around you, hear her flies buzzing while she stays in the shadows

She doesn’t speak, doesn’t come near you

Instead, she watches you, studies your mannerisms. Sometimes, she snarls, and you notice it’s usually triggered by you doing something your sister used to do

In the back of your mind, you wonder whether she still does those things, even as her life seems to be so different

In time, this stays the exact same

It’s always tense with her. Often, you’re around when she drags a new victim with her

At other times, she slices at you, always taking a taste for herself as if tying to study your taste and blood. Her injuries- to you at least- are never lethal. You can’t help but wonder, perhaps naively, that this is done on purpose. You’re sure someone like Cassandra is capable of differentiating

Working for her, you learn more and more about her

With a heavy heart, you notice her anger is much more prominent, now

And while it was often her cut and beat at the village by stronger, bigger villagers, it is now her who cuts and beats, slices and bites, taunts and tortures for hours to no be

Prey, turned to a predator

How could you possibly bring her back home?

How could you possibly get her to stop consuming blood?

At times, you like to daydream, perhaps she can change. Perhaps, you can feed her. Perhaps, she can come live with you. Maybe it will work out

But, she is loved, here

It’s not often you see a glimpse of this, but it’s there

She’s an older sister, here. A younger sister. A daughter. They are each others’ everything

You grow more and more depressed with each day at the castle, less and less convinced that you can ever be with your sister again

Each passing day you notice how much she has changed, how she could never live at the village with you again

Each passing day you notice how bloodthirsty she is, how unique, now

And each passing day you grow less convinced to tell her the truth

Then, one day, it’s as though she has it figured out

You gasp when you’re awoken in the middle of the night. She’s in the staff’s quarters, the beds around you bloodied, all others now forced into an endless sleep, their heads turned, limbs broken, throats sliced

Clearly, she wants to be alone with you

The Realisation that murder comes so naturally to your sister now is horrifying. You know, there is no scenario in which she can return to how she used to be, no amount of love and talking from you. Cassandra is different, now

She claims, she knows who you are

You can’t talk. Can’t hug her as you want, knowing if you do the stench of blood and guts that clings to her will bleed into your scent, too

You can’t speak, can only cry as she sits at your bed

You missed your sister so much

You never thought about how even now that she’s here, she isn’t quite your sister

Not anymore

She asks you what she was like

You can’t answer

She asks you what your parents were like

You can’t answer

You can only stare ahead blankly, knowing that despite her apparent calmness and curiosity, she cares little for you

Her eyes hold no love, only curiosity. She knows, you’re too different. She knows, you don’t accept her, can’t accept her, like this, your head far too full of fake hopes and dreams of a sweet family reunion

She has a family already

She asks you what her name was

You can’t answer

She’s growing annoyed, and you can only sit in silence, the stench of the bodies in the room filling your nose

She raises from the bed, her sickle raised. She demands answers from you, answers her mother could not give her

Who was she?!

You can’t answer

Who she was, is not who she is

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Bitter, you grit your teeth

Not your sister, not anymore. A different name, a different family, a different set of ideals, no longer yours alone. It was meant to be the two of you against the world

Bitter, you turn your head from her

Her patience runs out, and you draw your last breath

Daniela

Your sister…

Not a day passes you don’t think of her

At times, your heart aches when you think of her and feel anger and bitterness at her for leaving you. For being foolish. For being delusional. For being taken away from your family

You still see her eyes when you close yours, so wide and fearful, full of tears

You remember running and hiding away when she was taken, her screams loud, her cheeks wet with salty tears

You never thought you’d see her again, thought your precious sister was gone forever

Or, maybe even worse, a mindless lycan roaming the forest

You didn’t think she still existed, haven’t heard a thing from her

Until the day you too were sent away

Not to Mother Miranda, no, but to work at the castle

A cruel fate, certainly. You’re sure, your “parents” do not fully intend for you to return, money prioritized over you being home

You’re terrified on your first day, your mind full of stories the scared staff has whispered to you already

Whispers of three sisters- Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and their mother

Bela, the cruel one

Cassandra, the sadistic one

Daniela, the unpredictable one

Alcina, the noble one, nearly impossible to please

You’re walking with a small group of women- soon to be staff members too- when you turn your head at a noise in the distance

A giggle, light, a little manic, but so painfully familiar

Your eyes are wide as you search for the source of it, your breathing ragged already

Could it be?

Could your sister be here?

A staff member, too?

A prisoner?!

You can’t see her clearly, but your eyes are fixated on two women in the distance

One, short, in a maiden’s uniform. You can’t see her face, but recognise the auburn-ginger hair, still

You think, she’s a little shorter than your sister was, but refuse to let go of the string of hope you’re clutching to you, now

In front of her stands a tall woman, dressed in black. You can’t see her face, can’t make out anything but her height, the black dress and coat and the few flies surrounding her and connecting to her skin

You shiver, not trusting the sight. Surely, it didn’t really connect with the woman

But, you’re sure: she must be one of the three sisters, one of the supposed monsters roaming the castle

Briefly, you want to fight, thinking your sister could be in danger

Has the tall woman taken a shine to her? Has she gotten herself in trouble because of her heart, again?

The thought it almost too much to bear

You didn’t help her, couldn’t help her, back then

You want to, now

But as you take a single step towards the pair a hand grabs your arm already, holding you back firmly

“Don’t stray”, the unknown woman, a maid, warns

You’re led back to the group, your eyes lingering on the two women for as long as they stay in your sight

You can only pray, your sister is safe

You only pray, you will see her again, will get to hug her again, talk to her again

Ah, and your wish does come true, in the end

When, just the day after, you’re assigned to the library

An easy task, really. Stacking books, reorganizing them, sweeping dust here and there

You clean idly, your head turning often in hopes of seeing your sister

But, the library is empty

You turn often, keep imagining the sound of her voice until you’re worried you didn’t hear her the day before at all

Then, out of nowhere, you feel a body press up against your back, a sickle held against your cheek

Immediately, you go completely tense, already picking up the scent of blood and flowery perfume behind you

“Oooo, you must be new!”

Instantly, you turn, even as the sharp blade grazes your skin

Your eyes are wide when you do so

First, hopeful

Then, almost horrified

You stare up at the woman in black clothing, her golden eyes set on you, her gaze curious and almost dreamy

You study her features, so familiar to you that you could paint them from memory easily

Your sister

Uncaring of the circumstances, you can’t help but throw your arms around her, your head pressing against her neck, tears already forming at your eyes

You hear her gasp above you, then hear her coo, as though you were nothing but a puppy clinging to her

When you look up at her hopefully, you see no recognition in her eyes at all, though find the faintest flicker of curiosity in the seemingly endless pools of gold

Gold, that you remember being green. Your heart aches as you find a glimpse of it in her eyes still, like a faint reminder of who she once was

You call her name, and she frowns. You try to search your mind, hoping to find her name in the countless scary stories that have been told to you

Daniela

Daniela Dimitrescu

A new name. A new life. A new reality, for her

Briefly, you think bitterly; she’s left you behind again

But you won’t be letting go of her this time. Won’t let her heart carry her away, won’t let her naivety take her from you again. Maybe, if you bring her home, your family could be once more

You’ve missed her so much

You frown when she coos again, her black painted lips spreading into a smile. She smiles, like a predator finding its prey

You shiver, but don’t let go

You won’t let go of your sister, this time

You call her name again, and just briefly there’s a flicker of anger in her eyes, as though growing annoyed with the idea you might mistake her for someone else

Tears begin to form in your eyes

“Don’t you remember me?”

Daniela is, overall, relatively easy to convince of who she uses to be

She hears you out, even as you get the feeling she’s barely taking anything in, as though your- her- story was nothing but that; a story to her, a fairytale

Still, she takes care of you, brings you along a lot

Daniela does not allow you to call her by the name she once went by, but she’s- kind, even as her sisters and mother send more than just one deadly glance your way

You understand fast: she is loved here. She has made a new family, has found one

She’s changed

But maybe, you can change too

You try hard to understand, try not to let it bother you when she kills and taunts and drinks from the staff

You try especially hard to avoid letting her see your terror whenever she randomly turns into a swarm of insects

After all, she could still be your sister, too

And while her sisters seem out for blood, Daniela seems almost excited to have you with her

She spends every day with you, chatting, playing games she has invented or heard of, telling you about her day

Only can you not get rid of that…feeling

Like she doesn’t view you as family, no

She has her family, after all…

No, you are- a friend, perhaps

A friend, she spends every single day with

Until, eventually, she becomes busier

When she hunts all day long and only has time for you in the evenings

When she prefers her new family over you, eventually

When, at last, she grows tired of playing with the little human that just can’t seem to keep up with her

You’re allowed to live at the castle, growing older while she stays forever young, energetic and happy, quickly bored when she visits and, in time, you can neither keep up with her speed nor understand her when she speaks far too fast and a little too low

In the years you spend together, she finds; she does find comfort in you

She likes you, too

But- she is a Dimitrescu

[whumpingaround]

ok but what about caretakers who aren’t the whumpee’s love interest, but their sibling. think about it: a protective older sibling doing everything they can for the sibling they’ve always felt obligated to protect. a younger sibling being the hero for someone they’ve always looked up to. a twin, or even two triplets, desperately trying to help their lifelong friend stay alive

i will take any excuse to make something more angsty and emotional :3

[merakiui]

KYYAAAAAA MERA!! ebb and flow’s anniversary! It’s been a year but it feels like barely any time has passed at all… such a beautiful fic! One of my favorites (if not my favorite) of your works… something about it just scratched an itch in my brain and it’s been lodged in there ever since… >.<

Thinking about role reversal with the tweels step-sibling au… Maybe you always wanted a brother when you were younger. It was lonely being an only child! So you were desperate for a sibling to dote on you and protect you. You were practically bursting with excitement when you found out you’d be getting—not one—but TWO new brothers after your parents remarried!

You were disillusioned quite quickly after, though. Once they got comfortable they were constantly teasing and bullying you! Instead of protecting you, they started becoming the meanies you needed protecting from; pulling your hair, taking your toys! How disappointing…

Trey was always so sweet with his younger siblings… and Sebek and his family got along just fine! So what were you doing wrong…? Why couldn’t your brothers be like that…?

… Maybe you never fully outgrew your frustrations with them as you all grew older. And even as they mellowed out, you never fully got over trying to win their affections…

“Just let me stay in your bed for one night, Jade? I had a really bad nightmare! Wha— I’m not acting like a baby! You’re so cruel… there’s room if you let me squish in!”

“Floyd… these heels are really hurting my feet. Can you carry me? … take them off…? And walk barefoot?! No! I know you’re really strong anyway, you can handle it. 3… 2… 1…!”

“You think it’s weird I’m clinging to my brothers all the time…? Ah. You’re an only child, Riddle; you wouldn’t get it. We’re just close like that.”

… And maybe a bit of that was some subconscious vengeance biting through as well…

“NO! I didn’t steal one of your ‘toys,’ Floyd! That’s so gross! How could you even say that?! What would I even do with it anyway? Don’t be weird…”

“Hm? No… I don’t know where your journal is, Jade… You found it in my room? A-Ah… I must’ve mistaken it for your chemistry notebook. What were you doing looking through my stuff anyway?”

“Ack! Azul! Don’t touch that…! NO, it’s not my brother’s gym shirt. It’s- uh- my boyfriend’s! You saw him wearing it yesterday…? It’s just a shirt. It could belong to anyone…”

… You just adored them so much! Who could blame you if you were always outdoing their girlfriends’ gifts and attention…? If you never corrected anyone who thought you were dating…? If you wanted to be something a little more than just step-siblings…? They’ll come around eventually :)

OMG IT'S ALREADY BEEN A YEAR??? That's one of my favorite fics!!! I'm very fond of the casual vibes,, also, it was very fun to write hehe. Galdive's "bloom" inspired me as soon as I heard it last year. :D

But aaaa I love the reversal!!! >w< darling who is the one obsessed with their stepbrothers. >:D desperately trying to earn their attention and affection, even though it's so clearly not reciprocated. T^T stealing their shirts and wearing them to bed, insisting to your bestie Azul that it's your (nonexistent) boyfriend's shirt. Just so incredibly hopeless when it comes to your brothers. >_<

What if,,,,, darling who adores them so much that you're using Azul in place of them,,, the unintentional, one-sided fwb. Azul who knows this is only because he's the temporary replacement for your own brothers, but he's wanted this for so long and this opportunity might never come along again. Fucking in the dark and you're pretending it's Jade or Floyd on top of you. orz

[koisuko]

ask, and you shall receive ♥ @engie-main

Tw: none, fluffy, slight spoilers, fem reader

What it would be like as the Lin Kuei's youngest sister

Being the youngest daughter, you were often treated like a baby, even if you were a full grown adult.

Your father, when he was alive, had very little faith in your abilities, nothing you did was enough to earn is approval. Even when you had developed magic, much like your brothers, his face showed no sign of pride.

You often clung onto Kuai Liang in particular, like your life depended on it, as he provided a safe environment to vent on your frustrations. He never disagreed or belittled you for your feelings, placing a reassuring hand on your back as you sobbed beside him in emotional turmoil from your father’s lack of care.

Surprisingly, despite how cold he is, Bi-han kept you close and under his wing. He secretly wished you would come to him instead of Kuai Liang, wanting so desperately to be close with his younger sister, even though emotions were jumbled for him as well. He often envied his brother’s ability to comfort you, wishing he had the emotional intelligence to calm your nerves.

When Tomas entered the picture, you were glued to his hip. Everyday you woke up to mess with your brothers together, training together, and even opting to share a bed most nights due to nightmares. You had someone to relate to the younger sibling status, and it felt refreshing.

On missions, Bi-han often made it a point to have you by his side at all times, checking on you if you were to separate as if you were delicate without his protection. In truth, it sometimes annoyed you in how overly protective he was, how he watched over you like a hawk especially after your parents died. You knew that he cared, in his own way, but it made you feel as if he didn’t believe in your ability to fend for yourself without him.

“Who harmed you?” He would ask, his voice dark and laced with internal rage when you would return with any injuries from your prior mission. He would be too busy searching for your attacker to tend to your wounds, instead Kuai Liang would take that place while Tomas provided support while you grimaced in pain.

Not to say they weren’t just as concerned, but they were much more collected than their older brother, and knew that nothing could stand in his way when his protective rage took over.

Don’t even get started on crushes or potential love interest, your older brothers were intimidating to everyone, scaring away any potential suitors from even glancing in your direction. When Johnny Cage decided to hit on you, Bi-han sent him a swift punch to the face, “stay away from him, he is beneath you.”

When Bi-han betrayed his family, his clan, you were distraught to say the least. You knew he had a lot of inner struggles, especially with the treatment of him from your father, but you never thought he would act this drastically. Hearing he was the actual aid in your father’s death was even more disturbing, you felt your stomach churn at the thought.

It was overwhelming, on one hand you could understand why Bi-han is the way he is, wanting to give in to his pleas to join him in the rebuilding of the Lin Kuei despite the obvious corruption. On the other, you knew he was wrong in everything he had planned, you knew he was throwing morality out the window in his search for power, and betrayed not only you but the entire idea of the clan. You were being tugged between your torn family, both sides gripping on to you as if to tip the balance.

It eventually proved too much, causing you to disappear and stay in hiding with Lord Liu Kang. He was the only one you knew and trusted outside of your brothers, he promised confidentiality and kept you away from the war between your brothers.

When you eventually did reveal yourself, you refused to join either clan. Instead remaining solo under the guidance of Liu Kang, still occasionally visiting Tomas and Kuai Liang over tea.

Your brothers remained completely understanding of your decision, thinking it best to keep you out of this. Even Bi-han left you be, he would never admit it, but you were the last person he ever wanted to harm, and not a night goes by where he does not wonder if you are safe from the never ending battle of brothers.