#and that we are children playing along with them

[mashtatosworld]

a good day

summary: it's the last episode of Good Day and the family spend the evening at an amusement park with a couple extra guests

The night air was warm and glowing, thick with the sugar-sweet scent of candy floss and popcorn.

Jiyong arrived at the gates of the theme park with Angel snuggly strapped against his chest and Diva leading the way, her tiny sneakers lighting up every time her feet hit the pavement.

“Faster, Appa! Come on!” she shouted, pointing at the rides.

“At least someone's excited,” Jiyong muttered with a soft smile, shifting the baby bag higher on his shoulder and following after her.

Angel let out a sleepy sound against him, her little fists clutching the edge of his shirt like she was already over it.

At the entrance, they were met by two familiar faces - Kwanghee bouncing on the balls of his feet, and Doni casually munching on a churro.

“There he is! GDragon!” Kwanghee sang, arms out wide in greeting, voice way too loud for the hour. “Aigoo, look at your family! How come you brought them to work?”

“They refused to stay home,” Jiyong lied. “They insisted on coming with me.”

As if he hadn't cancelled the babysitter and told his children all about the magical theme park that he just couldn't go to without taking them along.

“I'm gonna go on the ponies!” Diva screamed, bubbling with excitement as she gripped Jiyong's jeans.

“See,” he nodded in answer, adjusting Angel in the carrier as she let out a quiet coo.

"Oh sure," Doni huffed, taking another bite of his sugary treat. "Where's y/n?"

"Work thing," Jiyong murmured despondently, wishing that you were here too. He kissed the top of Angel's head, glad that at least he was able to feel the comfort of your presence through his babies.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Before anything else, Kwanghee dragged them to the nearest cart so Jiyong could purchase everyone matching fuzzy headbands.

Diva picked ones with bunny ears, of course, while Jiyong wore fluffy cat ears that matched Angel’s miniature version. Even Doni didn’t protest too hard when Jiyong planted a mouse headband on his head and said, “For unity.”

They were sitting on a bench sharing churros and juice boxes when the distant music of the carousel started playing.

Diva froze mid-bite. “THE PONIES!!!”

Jiyong didn’t even get a chance to react before she took off. “YAH - stay with me!” he called, jogging after her with Angel bouncing gently in the carrier.

As they reached the carousel, Diva gasped and pointed, “LOOK LOOK!” And there, gracefully circling around on a white horse with golden trim - was you.

Jiyong blinked, then lit up.

“JAGI?!”

His jaw dropped, then he started jumping up and down like a kid -until Angel squawked against his chest and he immediately froze. “Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, gently rubbing her back. “Appa got excited… Your Eomma's here!”

You waved at them mid-spin, grinning as you saw Diva running beside the ride, waving back at you.

“You said you had an event,” Jiyong mumbled when you finally stepped off and kissed him softly.

“Wrapped early,” you replied, adjusting Diva’s bunny ears before she sprinted toward the carousel.

Everyone climbed on - Kwanghee clinging dramatically to a horse, Jiyong holding Angel as he settled carefully onto his own horse, with you and Diva climbing next to him on a pink pony. Doni chose to sit behind on a chariot bench like the cool uncle.

Kwanghee kept trying to take selfies, stretching out his phone at wild angles while the carousel spun and Diva shouted, “AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!” with every turn.

“Hyung - there are literally four cameras on us,” Jiyong muttered with a laugh. “Do we need all the selfies?”

“Yes,” Kwanghee replied. “For the memories.”

Angel dozed through most of it, nestled perfectly against her Appa’s chest while Diva reached over every few seconds to grab at Jiyong’s hand mid-spin. “We’re flying!”

You couldn’t stop smiling, your heart melting with every soft laugh, every goofy photo attempt, every time Jiyong turned toward you with that starry, giddy look in his eyes like he still couldn’t believe you were really there.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

After the carousel, snacks were devoured on a nearby bench.

Diva sat perched on Jiyong’s knee, crumbs all over her chin, still buzzing from the carousel ride. Angel was snoozing peacefully in your arms, her little headband tilted sideways, pacifier bobbing gently as she breathed.

That’s when everyone saw it.

Towering above, outlined in LED lights and looking way too intense for this hour of the night - the Gyro Drop.

Kwanghee gasped. “Let’s go!”

Jiyong raised a brow. “With the kids?”

“You, me, and y/n. Hyung can stay back with the girls.”

Doni blinked. “Wait, what - ”

"Absolutely not," Jiyong agreed and the older man nodded at him. "Besides, I'm a father now, I can't risk my life."

But you were already pushing off the bench. "C'mon Jiyong, it's been so long since I've ridden a Gyro-drop."

"Has it?" He raised a pointed brow at you.

"Yah! Save that kind of talk for yourselves," Hyungdon scolded, putting his churro to the side, suddenly uninterested. "Give the little one here then," he sighed.

“Hyung, if you're holding my baby, you’re wearing the carrier,” Jiyong said seriously, already unclipping the straps from his own chest.

“Aish! I know how to hold a baby. I have kids of my own, you know that, right?”

“I'm not taking chances.”

Within minutes, Doni was standing awkwardly in the baby carrier, Angel snuggled to his chest, still fast asleep, looking like a koala clinging to a very grumpy tree. Diva’s little hand was placed firmly in his.

Jiyong was still adjusting every strap meticulously. “And hold Jia’s hand. Don’t let her run. If she even thinks about going near a ride - ”

“I got it! I got it!” Doni waved him off, but Jiyong still lingered, looking over his shoulder ten times as you, him, and Kwanghee made your way toward the Gyro Drop tower.

As you were being strapped into the ride yourselves, Jiyong slipped his hand into yours.

Kwanghee peeked over at your interlocked hands. “Hyung can I hold your other hand?”

Jiyong didn’t even blink. “Hold your own hand.”

“I’ll scream louder if I don’t have a buddy - ”

“Don't worry Kwanghee, y/n is a loud screamer too." He said with a chuckle as the ride started to rise, the lights of the theme park growing smaller beneath you.

Kwanghee clutched his harness. “Okay now we're really high.”

You glanced over.

Jiyong, surprisingly, looked… chill. Relaxed, even.

“Not scared yet, old man?” you teased.

He scoffed in minor offence then smirked at you. “Please. This is easy. You know how many stages I’ve jumped off of?”

Kwanghee pouted. “Then why won’t you let me hold your - ”

Then came the drop - sudden, breathtaking, and heart-in-throat fast.

You screamed.

Kwanghee shrieked.

And Jiyong?

He threw his head back and laughed. Hair flying, eyes closed as he held tightly onto your hand.

When you touched down, adrenaline still buzzing, Jiyong turned to you with that familiar gleam in his eyes.

“Still got it.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “We’ll see if you say that on the next ride.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Then came the log flume.

And this time, you had a plus one.

Diva was practically vibrating with joy when the staff confirmed she was tall enough to go on. She jumped up and down, squealing, “Eommaaaa! I go with you!”

Jiyong hesitated. “Is this one really safe for little ones?”

“They just sit and enjoy,” the staff reassured.

“Like a boat?”

“Yes. Mostly.”

Mostly?? Jiyong thought skeptically as he lifted Diva into the ride.

Soon you were all seated into the log-shaped boat - you at the front, Diva right behind you, Jiyong behind her with his arms and legs braced on either side, and Kwanghee in the very back, already giggling.

As the ride floated along its track, everything seemed peaceful. Gentle turns, dimly lit scenes of woodland creatures and faux riverbanks.

“Oh...this is fine,” Jiyong said, looking around at the scenic view.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“I’m glad we’re doing this together as a family.”

“Me too.” Kwanghee chirped and Jiyong rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Click.

The boat started to ascend.

Click. Click.

“Wait.”

Click.

“Jagi… why’s it going up?”

You looked back with a grin. “We’re almost at the fun part!”

Jiyong’s hands gripped the sides of the seat. “It’s still going!”

“Yup.”

“It’s too high now. This is - this can't be safe for her?!”

“It's fine!" You reassured from the front, even though you couldn't see the drop yet.

He looked down at Diva, who was sitting between his legs, trying to peek at the view of the theme park as the ride continued to climb higher.

“Jagi! I think we should get off!”

“We’re halfway up now,” And at the peak, you called out, “Hands up, everyone!”

“Hands up!” Diva echoed, tiny arms in the air.

Jiyong panicked, yanking her arms down and wrapping himself around her like a human seatbelt. “NO NO NO. HOLD ON. HOLD - ”

And down you all went.

Then -

Splash.

The log flume plummeted into a wall of water.

The flash of a camera went off, capturing the moment perfectly:

You screaming in delight. Kwanghee gripping onto Jiyong’s shirt with both hands, nearly pulling him backward into his lap. And Jiyong, caught mid-yell, trying to shield Diva with his whole body.

When the boat finally coasted to a stop, drenched and breathless, Diva blinked slowly. Her hair was stuck to her forehead. Water dripped off her lashes.

“Baby, are you okay?” Jiyong gasped, checking her hands, her arms, her face.

She wiped her eyes. “I wanna go again!”

You laughed, glancing at them from over your shoulder.

“She’s a thrill seeker,” you said, proudly.

“She’s going to give me a heart attack,” Jiyong muttered, shaking his head. "Maybe I am too old for this."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The group gathered near the now-dimming carousel lights, cheeks pink from the cold, bodies still slightly damp from the log flume.

Diva was half-asleep, swaying gently as she leaned against Jiyong’s leg, her little hand clutching the fabric of his jeans.

Angel had stirred again, wide-eyed and quietly taking in the glowing lights while still strapped securely to Doni’s chest. He’d stopped protesting hours ago and had begun patting her back automatically, completely smitten.

“She likes me,” he mumbled proudly to no one in particular.

Kwanghee, still full of energy, clapped his hands together. “Hyung, come on, one last thing! Let’s film a dance challenge. Right here. Theme park background, golden lighting - it's the perfect vibes!"

Everyone groaned in harmony.

"I'm tired," Jiyong mumbled.

Kwanghee was relentless. “Please! One last memory! It’s the last episode!”

Jiyong sighed and gently lifted Diva into Hyungdon's arms. Angel stared up at him whilst Diva rested her head on his shoulder, eyes softly falling closed.

“Aish, no more, Jiyong.” Doni muttered as he held both girls. "I won't have enough arms."

“Don’t drop my babies.” he warned sharply, adjusting his glasses as he got into position.

You held up the phone to record as Jiyong and Kwanghee got into position, the music starting up.

They danced - Kwanghee with his usual amount of flair, and Jiyong with a quiet ease, hitting the moves cleanly, even while teasing Kwanghee mid-routine.

As the song ended, Jiyong turned toward you, a little breathless. “Now I want one with you.”

You blinked. “I thought we were going home.”

“One more,” he grinned, hand outstretched. “For me. I want to dance with my wife.”

You laughed, handing back the phone to Kwanghee and stepping into the frame beside your husband.

The beat of 'Too Bad' started and the rhythm slipped right into your bones.

You moved in sync, playful and effortless - brushing shoulders, spinning, bumping hips. When he pulled you close at the end, you were both laughing together, a little flushed.

You looked up at him with a smirk. “I guess I've still got it too,” you said smugly.

"Always, Jagi," He grinned, pulled you closer, and pressed a kiss to your lips - sweet and full of pride.

Doni groaned. “Can we not do this in front of the children?”

“They’re asleep,” Jiyong mumbled, not pulling away.

Kwanghee was giddy as he reviewed the footage. “I got it! Hey! Jiyongieeee why didn't you kiss me at the end of ours? Can we re-shoot it?!"

And just like that, the camera panned wide - the carousel spinning gently behind, the soft twinkle of the theme park fading into the night.

You tucked under Jiyong’s arm. Doni beside you with the girls. And Kwanghee threw out his arms and loudly exclaimed:

“Best family ever! This is what Good Day was all about!”

And just like that, the night ended. With wet socks, tired giggles, full hearts, and the best kind of chaos.

A good day indeed.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

i found this one really hard to write but it was highly requested so i hope it was ok!

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[ladyloveandjustice]

Winter 2025 Anime Overview: From Bureaucrat to Villainess: Dad’s Been Reincarnated!

From Bureaucrat to Villainess: Dad’s Been Reincarnated!

Premise: Kenzaburo is a middle-aged otaku dad to an otaku daughter, and she plays an otome game in the living room a lot, so he’s vaguely familiar with it. Then one day he finds himself in the world of the game, and he’s turned into the game’s villainess, Grace. He decides he’ll play his role as villainess well and give the main character, Anna, a chance to shine! But unfortunately for him, he just can’t help giving wholesome fatherly advice and encouragement, so all the characters love him.

Sometimes you just want a sweet, wholesome show where people are nice and dads are good. While it may not have super deep characters or a fascinating plot, and it’s more cute than laugh out loud funny (though there is that amazing credit sequence), Dad’s Been Reincarnated fills that need well. It has a fun gimmick and a unique twist on a villainess isekai. There’s a lot of annoying or gross things the show could have done that it neatly avoids—Kenzaburo barely comments on the fact he’s turned into a woman, instead just being pleased with how his eyes are better and his body is less achey. He also never makes fun of or thinks less of otome games and "girly" media, instead just respecting it and committing to following the story.

The main joke of the story is our main character is a good dad and thinks of all the characters as children he’s proud of and wants to nurture, so he’s just not that great at being a villainess. In fact he's accidentally so kind and supportive, it makes Anna adore him more than anyone else. Now she’s not particularly interested in any of the male love interests she’s “supposed” to end up with and wants to spend all her time with “Lady Grace”, and all the boys are so impressed with "Grace", he's inadvertently taken over the main character role. Despite the fact he keeps trying to set Anna up with one of the love interests so he can complete her route, everyone just sees how he's supported Anna and their affection levels up.

Another cool and fun little element is that we check in on his wife and daughter in “our” world a lot. Both of them are otaku just like he is, and they’re fully aware Dad’s been transported into the game (he’s in a coma rather than dead like most isekai protags, and his fam figures he’ll come back when the game is finished). So they're actually playing the game to move him along and witnessing his struggles. They’re both fun characters, and it’s sweet to see them nerd out together. Also Mom has actual good taste in isekai, and even reminds her daughter about the earlier female-oriented isekai anime that predate the current isekai stories!

Seeing a Twelve Kingdoms reference in a modern show is incredible. I was so happy. I also realize being into the same stuff Mom is probably reflects how I'm aging (though to be fair, I did get interested in these media many years after they first released).

Incredibly, this anime even manages to do a weight loss storyline and not be terribly offensive, which is an actual feat for anime. Anna gains some weight and decides to go on a diet, and Kenzo is actually against it and a little worried. He has to hold his tongue on giving her fatherly advice (some of it misguided even if it's well intended like “a lot of boys like girls with meat on their bones” and some very good and accurate like “it’s dangerous to diet when you’re young and you don’t need to anyway”) because he remembers how it annoyed his daughter when she was teenager. Instead, he reminds her to be careful because it’s not worth putting her health in danger, and then soliloquies that it makes him so happy to see how much she enjoys her meals, which convinces Anna to eat the same amount but exercise more. It also does a crossdressing play and isn’t offensive about it.

It's truly a show with a good heart, and while it’s sometimes thin on plot and formulaic—it's not gonna blow your socks off—it can be soothing to experience that. It’s not a complete story though, the ending episode even introduces a lot of ongoing plot elements. The implication that the real Grace was more complex and compassionate than she let on, and that she might still exist and be trapped somewhere, is genuinely very intriguing but the show only makes a few brief references to this possibility.

I don’t know if we’ll get a second season that furthers these storylines, but I definitely wouldn’t mind one!

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Featuring Essek's Parents: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have Essek's parents! Check under the cut for seven fics that feature Deirta, Essek's father or both! Don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

No One By That Name Lives Here Anymore by Operafloozy (13138, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A few years after faking his own death, Essek runs into someone he used to know by chance in Uthodurn - A certain someone who had supposedly died his last death in Bazzoxan a few decades before.

Reccer says: This is a really interesting look at what consecution might actually imply in terms of family. It's really bittersweet and invites you to try to empathize with both sides of the central conflict instead of painting them in black and white. One might imagine that the beacons are grey for a reason. (Plus I REALLY love outsider POV!)

destructive interference by atlasarcana (141219, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Essek is haunted by a monster in Aeor that makes him suffer flashbacks of his worst actions; Caleb helps him forgive himself and take accountability.

Reccer says: Essek's family (Deirta, his father, and Verin) play a prominent role in the character study of how Essek is the way he is.

The Joys of Parenthood by Queen_of_Thornes (3945, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Four vignettes of Deirta Thelyss's exhausting life as mother of two precocious future leaders.

Reccer says: I'm not one for kidfic but this is just so dead-on to life with toddlers, insane and baffling little gremlins that they are, that I couldn't help but love it. It reminded me of my younger siblings when they were that age with the "How did you even think to do that" shenanigans they'd get up to so it's pretty nostalgic for me. Readers with children or who helped raise siblings will find a lot to relate to here.

spare just a day for the weeping by essektheylyss (divinationwizard) (3619, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

Criminal punishment among the upper echelon of the Dynasty is determined by the court, but implemented by the umavi of the den of the convicted.

Reccer says: Features a wonderfully complicated Deirta, and incredible character dynamics all around

until it doesn't hurt by breitweisergallery (3800, General) Reccer's Content Notes: None

5+1 times Deirta spoke to Essek via sending.

Reccer says: The fic delves into a more loving Deirta who is distant from Essek but still loves him all the same.

looking for the meaning of life by quinn-of-aebradore (15281, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Centuries later, Essek has settled into another new life. Little does he know so has Deirta.

Reccer says: A year is a long time all on its own and this fic is packed with impressions of lived history and emotion built over the course of centuries. If Deirta was once a distant parent, how might she try to bridge past gaps when a new life gives her extra perspective? If Essek has loved and lost and loved again, how might he understand his mother anew? A fascinating exploration of how time can change people and how people can change over time.

The following fic received two recs!

Starburst Hearts by kaeda (4805, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A wonderfully tender fic in which Deirta catches up with Essek a few years after c2 and finds that her son is a man remade.

Reccer 1 says: Outsider POV my beloved! It turns a camera's eye onto the man Essek becomes through the Mighty Nein and gaining Caleb as a lover, and onto the love that the Nein have for him, shown through a soft lens. Reccer 2 says: A wonderful fic from Deirta's perspective of Essek's interactions with the M9 and all of the complicated family feelings that come along with it.

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. 

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring xenobiology! This includes all sorts of unusual and non-human biology

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

[blxxmingrose]

it was odd, hans thought, how there were things they did not voice out through the years, even if they both felt it. how it was difficult at first to sleep with ease, how each sound woke them up in the middle of the night, how there was an unspoken fear of the unknown, in the corners, in the shadows just beyond their reach. 

perhaps it was what made them hold on to each other tighter, watch over everything they loved and cherished with more care, reminding each other not to take anything for granted. 

there was always the worry that if they allowed themselves to relax, the inevitable would happen. it took a while to shed that feeling—and even longer to speak about it.

but through all that time, life continued. life continued with them slowly setting that fear aside and letting two little suns become their orbit.

when it came to julia and arthur, there was no hesitation. both of them gave everything they had, would give even more if the children asked. and the children gave everything right back. two little orbs of sunlight chased the shadows and uncertainties away. colored over every bit of contagious darkness with those shaky hands, each stroke spilling over the lines and giving them just a little more than what they bargained for. 

a small smile played on hans' lips as june recalled the incident with the stuffed rabbit, how julia had wailed as if everything good had been taken away from her. arthur trudged along with them back to the beach, a pebble stuck in his shoes, but their sweet son bore it with no complaints, wanting to comfort his sister more than himself. “my heart can’t bear it when they cry, but somehow, it’s even more painful when they don’t,” he said silently, taking a deep breath to dispell the memory. 

as hans watched june touch arthur’s drawing on the wall, he knew he’d have to remind their family of that little magic. there might be a lot more darkness for them to color over this time, but as a family, they could chase them all away. his hand rested on june’s back, giving him a reassuring pat. “i don’t think parents ever stop listening for danger,” he whispered softly, his voice carefully toeing the line between reassurance and acceptance. “but we don’t listen for the same kind of danger now. we listen for glasses that could break, objects that could fall, toes that could hit corners and tables, and many other dangers that children somehow always find in their path. that is who we are now.” his smile at least was purely reassuring. 

“we listen and appreciate the quiet when they are asleep—just like now,” he added, running his hand up and down june’s back. he knew it was not easy for june to speak these things, and if there’s one thing that won’t ever change, it’s hans always slowing down to be with him in these vulnerable moments. 

with the photograph of their family carefully tucked in the front pocket of one of the bags, hans pulled june in his arms, letting his full weight rest on him for just a few minutes. “you do it for me too, you know. you remember the things i forget too. you’re steady when i feel weak. you are my source of strength and comfort when i feel lost. and you can rest your weight on me, too. we are a team. and they can’t take that away from us.” 

“let’s give the children a few more minutes to sleep.” he let the silence stretch on then, his face buried in june’s chest, his hands pulling june close to him tightly, feeling the final embrace of their home before they would have to come searching for another one. another adventure, hans reminded himself. he’d have to call it that now, especially in front of the children, to help them feel more at ease. it would be just like one of the games they’d play together. until it becomes real. until they feel at home again elsewhere. 

hans knew time was precious, but he could not bear to move, to leave the comfort of june’s arms just yet. with his face still buried in june’s chest, he asked in a muffled voice, “will you wake the children in a while? i will finish up the letter. we should go before sunrise.” 

june crouched by one of the bags, his hands hovering over the zipper but not pulling it closed just yet. he stared at the contents like they were artifacts from a life he was trying to memorize — julia’s tiny stuffed rabbit, one of arthur’s carved wooden animals, a shirt of hans’ that still smelled faintly like him. like home. he could feel the tight ache of tears behind his eyes again, but he blinked them away, steadying himself with the rhythm of hans’ voice still echoing in his ears.

everything. that word didn’t feel small tonight. it felt enormous. and weightless.

june stood slowly, quietly, so as not to wake the children. his gaze swept over their little room — julia curled into the soft folds of her blanket, arthur hugging a pillow in his sleep like he was dreaming of something nice. the soft amber glow of the nightlight cast long shadows, catching on arthur’s crayon drawings still taped to the wall. one was of their family in front of a mountain. another was a garden, and he’d written their names in shaky letters next to each figure.

he touched one gently, his fingers brushing against the taped corner. “we’re going to be okay,” he whispered, unsure if he was saying it to the drawing or himself.

he moved back to the living room, watching hans seal up one of the larger bags. june’s voice was quiet when it came, but certain. “you did good, hans.” he stepped closer, helping lift the bag, shifting it toward the door. “you thought of everything. even the rabbit. she would’ve cried for hours without it. you remember the time we forgotten it at the beach and she had us walking back in the middle of the night like she’d lost a limb?” he smiled at the memory, but his voice faltered with the weight of it. “you think of the things i forget. always have.”

he looked around their home — still theirs, even now — and tried to remember how it felt that first week they arrived. how the silence had terrified him. how the rooms had echoed with unfamiliarity. how hans had laughed for the first time in days when june burned the potatoes trying to make breakfast. how it had started to feel less like running and more like living.

“you know,” june said slowly, “when we first got here, i thought i was going to break from the quiet. i wasn’t used to it. i didn’t know how to stop listening for danger.” he exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the wall, letting his hand drift to the hem of hans’ coat hanging nearby. “but then you taught me that quiet didn’t have to mean fear. that it could mean safety. that i could listen and hear laughter instead of footsteps. the kids playing outside instead of someone coming to take us back.”

he looked down for a moment, at the bags lined up like sentries waiting for their signal. “and now we’re leaving that quiet behind again. maybe we’ll find it again, or maybe not. but… i’m not scared of the silence anymore.” his voice dropped, tender and a little raw. “because i’ll have your voice in it. and arthur’s questions. and julia’s singing. and that’s enough to make anywhere feel like home.”

june walked back to the bedroom briefly and came out with one more thing: a photograph. worn at the edges, creased from years of being handled. them on the front porch, arthur in hans’ lap, june with little julia in his arms, mid-laugh. he tucked it into the front pouch of the bag.

he glanced over toward hans, holding his gaze. “wherever we go… that’s freedom for me. that’s the start of the next life we’re going to build.”

june paused, then stepped closer to hans, his voice softer than ever now. “thank you for packing. for remembering the things i wouldn’t have. for not hesitating, even when i did. i know it’s going to get hard again. i know the nights won’t always feel peaceful. but i also know this, if we have to leave everything behind, i’ll still go to bed every night beside the man i chose, and the family we created.” he reached out and took hans’ hand, pressing it to his own chest. “that’s everything to me.”

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (16) - We are Alphas (TEASER)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 16 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 6,822

Work count for Story: 130,009

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work because I almost died in August of 2024.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, Alphas fronting, and discussions of the past. There are cuddles in this one, figured it was needed after the last chapter. FYI, I swear the Bangtan boys wrote this chapter, not me!

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

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“Sit down, Taehyung-ah,” orders Namjoon just as the tiger hybrid is about to get up and follow you to your den. “You already have given her enough to deal with. Tailing after her could very well push her in a direction, and with how things are, we don’t know if it will be a good one or not.”

With a frustrated sigh and a pout, Taehyung says, “I wasn’t gonna do anything.” He then turns around and leans against the couch instead—his thoughts, along with everyone else's, spiral in several different directions. The internal loud silence that fills the living room reveals how flustered and perplexed the seven hybrids are. 

“Can someone please convince me that our ladymate didn’t just tell us, in a roundabout way, that she wanted to stay with Hyung and me this morning?” Jimin asks in a soft but desperate voice. His fluffy, striped tail switches between an excited swishing to a nervous flicking motion while he waits for someone to agree with him out loud. 

Unfortunately, his request is met with an even louder silence. Their thoughts, having agreed with Jimin’s, have played out more than what would be considered an unhealthy amount of possible outcomes from that particular situation. While this seems to be a step in the right-ish direction, the pack is still in what they consider unstable and uncharted territory. 

Well, to be honest, this whole situation was uncharted territory for the seven of them because their new mate was A—a female and B—a human. So much information has been gathered in such a short time that has to be processed and addressed, but how? When?

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[absentlyabbie]

rooting for those with young children to create societal shift by deliberately teaching and modeling the importance of rest.

like, hey, buddy, you're sick, and when you're sick even if there's things to do, you need to rest. you're super tired, and so you should rest. sometimes needing to rest moves to the top of the priority list, and the other things on it can happen later, after you've properly rested.

and even if it's hard as hell to model in current society, you can at least try to underscore it like "hey, buddy, i know i'm sick and i wish i could stay home to rest. the world has some bad expectations we all need to work on changing, but for now i have to play along even though i know resting is what's right. but it isn't how things should be, and it's important to keep trying to make the world more like it should be if it's not there yet. if i can, i'll do my part and take a sick day even though there's a lot of things in the world that tell me i shouldn't and that resting isn't as important as you and i know it is."

we work too much and deny ourselves fun and obsess over being productive and undervalue rest and comfort and proper caring for ourselves. we create worse health outcomes and perpetuate active health crises because we don't allow for being sick and needing to rest to get better. we deserve better. and so do those after us.

i just hope they'll be taught that, in direct, specific words, and have it demonstrated for them by the adults around them whenever possible.

it shouldn't be this way. it doesn't have to. it's going to be hard and slow to change. but if we start now with the children, they'll probably get closer to that "should" as adults than we got to be.

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Seastars washed ashore

Genre : Fluff

Summary : After a mission well done, you and your Husband decide that the perfect reward would be a day at the beach

Notes : BEACH DAY EPISODE BABY WUHU, Fluff, Lynette and Lyney my beloved, picnic, you kith eachother, autistic Lynette, family fluff, domestic fluff(?), wife readerrrr,

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"You can just put that there."

You point towards a free patch of grass while holding Lynettes hand.

"Sweetie, remember what we talked about? Sucking on our thumbs is a weakness because we can't figth properly. Also its bad for our teeth.", she pulled it out after after a few seconds with no resistance. "Good girl.", you say and she smiles.

You watched from the corner of your eye as the caretaker tried to spread out the blankets, even though it escaped her, more than once. You 'hmph' "Wait, let me help you."

Lynette didn't leave your side once. Not even as you encouraged her to play with the other children who were playing in the sand. Some of the older ones were meanwhile testing the water. Had she not slept enough? You sigh, putting stones on the edges so the wind wouldn't blow anything away and follow the fate of your flimsy hat. Maybe you'd find it...somewhere.

"I should have taken more blankets along..." you mumbled, before asking Luise - the caretaker- to look after the children while you and Lynette would spread out the food. You'd need her help. There were around twelve of the children, they had all returned from a lengthy mission, without any loses. It was a perfect occasion.

Some children 'ohd' and 'ahd' in the distance. And of course that included her brother, Lyney, who was just now entertaining some of them, helping Louise. You sighed, pushing some hair out of your face. It had been a long month for you and an even longer one for your Husband, who would be joining you later, since she was still busy with her wretched paperwork.

You stroked a fold out, looking at the finished product. It wasn't one of her famous barbecues, but it wasn't all that bad either. There were fruits and cut vegetables, some cake, crackers, your finger tapped against your chin, you should've brougth more healthy snacks. Your short sleeve was tugged and you turned to the blonde.

"What's it sweetie?"

She looked around, then gave you a thumbs up. One of these days then.

"Thank you, I'm happy you like it."

She then went off towards her brother, after his calling. You sighed, deciding that it would bother no one if you ploped one grape in your mouth.

"Mother?"

You looked up during eating, being meet with the sun, though the shadow of the boy stumbled in front of it after he realized. "Can we go into the water? I mean...deeper into it?"

You look at it, the ocean. Calm. Like expected. "As long as you stay close to the shore." They smiled, giving their thank yous before shedding their clothes to reveal shorts and bathing suits, ever the tweens, some of them had decided they wouldn't like to swim, but you could watch them stick their toes into the warm sand, or gather some flowers to bring them to you, eyeing the food. "We will eat once your Father gets here.", you'd tell them.

The thougth turned your head to the city. You felt as if she was already on her way, she has had some issues with paperwork when you first meet, but, it has gotten better.

You had your hand drive through your hair, slowly massaging your scalp and aching roots.

"Mother!", an over enthusiastic voice shouted and a little body nearly threw you over. "Let us go swim together!" Lyney tried tugging you up.

"Wait on, wait on. I need to get my clothes off first.", you chuckle, going for the buttons of your dress. A bit of swimming wouldn't hurt.

"I'll watch the remaining kids.", Luise said with sligth designation.

"You're an angel Luise.", your clothes were gone in no time. Your hands opened and closed, Lyney took it rigth away, while Lynette looked up at you with big eyes, holding your leg.

"I can not pick you up anymore, darling, you're to big now."

She sighed, her tail wrapped around her leg and her ears were hugging her head as she took your hand. You pouted sligthly at the adorableness.

The water was cold around your feet, but if the older children were already in the water up to their hips, you could do it too!

"Mother it's cold!" Lyney said, shivering.

You smile. "You have to get used to the water, first.", you tell them both, taking one step at a time. "It's from the ocean after all!"

"Mother will crabs eat us?"

He asked as he had to stand on his tip-toes. Lynette meanwhile was clinging onto your side, she was swimming, but she was also clinging. She also whipped her tail away.

"Mother I think the crabs are eating me!"

"No one is eating anyone, Lyney. Also ; crabs don't like eating little children and you could probably turn them into butter crabs before they could pinch you!"

They were still clinging, despite your words. You sighed and your eyes found their older siblings....but one was missing.

"I'll go check in with your siblings a bit further down. You stay here, where you can stand, scream if something is going on. Also I'll be watching.", the last thing you wanted was for one of them to drown. You let go of their hands. "And no crabs will eat you."

They went up for the shallow wanters as you went in deeper, feeling the muddy sand shift beneath your feet. "Are you kids alright?", they stare at you, kind of like when you caugth them stealing from the cookie jar. "Where is Mary, by the way?"

Someone heaved a breath close to you, water splattering towards you. Ah, there she was. "I found a hat!"

"We're holding a competition on who can hold their breath the longest.", one of them explained, but you were to focused on the hat, your hat. The children noticed.

"Uhm, here Mother." Mary slowly handed it over to you and you grinned.

"What a coincidence, thank you sweetie.", you wrung it, ready to turn back, but... "Also, find other games that don't involve near death experiences."

They nodded, though their eyes were set in the distance. You knew that when you turned, you'd see a particular cross eyed woman talk with the twins, though the conversation would probably seem more like some kind of report of what happend while she wasn't there, if something had happend to you. You finally turned, suppressing a giggle as you saw the kids concentrated faces, their slowly moving mouths. How well you knew her.

Though, she did hush them away once you were in hearing distance.

"Hey handsome.", you stepped out of the water, dripping, with sand that was now sticking to the soles of your feet. A towel was thrown around her shoulders. "And for whom may that be?"

She looked you up and down and you felt a flush grow in your cheeks. "It's for you."

And you were blind. Shortly after, you were subjectivited to the intense rubbing of your head and body, leaving you as dry as bone as she revealed you to the world...with a gentle smile. That paired with the sun reflecting in her eyes.

"You're staring.", she said and you blushed, opening your mouth, but she interrupted you with a kiss. Sadly it wasn't long and she pulled away once you tried to return it.

"Allergic to me, aren't we?", you crock a brow.

"I simply prefer to stay dry.", she smiled, throwing the towel over your shoulders like a blanket. She must've noticed your gooseflesh.

"It's not everyday that a fatui harbinger develops humor.", you had heard her snort while under the towel.

She crocked a brow.

"I wanted to say that before you rudely interrupted me."

She put her hands on your lower hip, drawing little circles with her thumb.

"Rudely?"

You hummed, she was inching your faces together. "Maybe it was welcome...just a bit..."

Her fingers found the back of your head, tangled your hair.

"Maybe more than a bit.", you whispered against her lips and before you knew it, they were slowly moving against yours. She was quiet the good kisser, it had come as a suprise, considering her past but, you wouldn't dig into it. She'd tell you herself when she seemed fit. You parted. Sometimes it was unfair, how much she knew about you, while you knew so little about her. She had her thumb stroke over your lips, before pecking them. And she knows it.

Her eyes took in your form again, slowly. "You should wear that more often."

She left you like that, sligthly flustered with swollen lips while calling everyone to the picnic. After regaining your composure, you catched up to her. Your hands found the edges of her jacket. "You can't say stuff like that, the children..."

"Well you can't look so..." she looked you up and down again "tempting and expect me not to say stuff like that."

She turned around, hiding in your neck. It took her seconds to kiss down your throath. "Arle..." you warned.

"You taste like the ocean...", she mumbled into your skin as the first kids started showing.

"Well, I was just in it.", you adjusted the towel over your shoulders. "So, it would only make sense."

Soon enough, you two had found your place between the row of kids, who weren't eating yet, they'd only eat once she was.

"Could you cut me some orange?", you ask, clinging onto her arm. She stared into the distance for two seconds, as if waiting for something.

"Sure, my love."

You watched her pierce through the thin shell with her nails. She made quick work of it, like always, throwing the peels into a box, mumbling something about ants and poison. You blushed when she wiggled her fingers into the orange for parting. Your lip found its way between your teeth and you pulled her closer. She just huffed. "Here you go, lovely.", she handed the perfectly parted orange pieces to you, keeping one for herself, though the children were already grabing around.

You pushed yours in your mouth at nearly the same time as her.

She watched your smile form.

"It's good, I presume?"

You put your head on her shoulder, the sun was straigth in your face, warming you, drying you, just like she, she who was putting her arm around you as you two enjoyed the oranges. "It's perfect."

[littelestvic]

I might be killed for saying this but there is something so smart about opening your (arguably worst) new album with "this isn't rock and roll, this is music for children"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

M'lady, doth this harlot bother thee?

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My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

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[noiranamnesis]

Lance plus three, then Colt and Wes…six guests in total. Far fewer than she had imagined. Had they been in Conques, she was certain the entire village would have found a way to be invited. A hundred guests at least- neighbors, childhood friends, the florist who made bouquets with wild rosemary, the elderly men who sat outside the church each morning, the children who played along cobbled paths and offered stones like treasures. There, a wedding wasn’t merely a ceremony, it belonged to everyone. But this…was quieter. Smaller. More intimate.

Still, with so few people, there was less room for error. If even one or two of them didn’t like her…She pushed the thought aside gently, and drew a soft breath. “Well,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’ll still need a dress.”

As they entered town, she leaned toward the window, her cheek resting against the curve of her hand. Brick buildings lined the street: sturdy, sun-kissed, a little worn. “It reminds me of those holiday films,” she said softly, more to herself than him. “The ones where the main character ends up in a small town and falls in love through the magic of Christmas.” Her smile was faint, amused. They had never been her cup of tea, yet somehow, her friends in New York had always managed to talk her into watching at least one each holiday season. “How long would it take to walk here from your ranch?” The question wasn’t practical, that much she knew, but it was instinctive. A habit she’d yet to shake and, perhaps, a quiet aversion to driving his car herself.

The instant the car came to a stop, Marinette moved quickly- already reaching for her purse, unfastening her seatbelt. But just as she touched the door handle, his voice gave her pause. She didn’t interrupt- simply listened, nodding slowly. When he finished, she offered a faint smile. Then, without a word, she reached across and placed her hand over his. “You were always coming with me,” she said, voice hushed and certain. “You have to. You’re going to be my husband, no?” There was no teasing, no grand sentiment- only a quiet sincerity. As if the thought of him not being by her side simply didn’t make sense.

The idea of him not seeing her dress beforehand? It felt…quaint. Sweet, perhaps, in other circumstances. But here and now, it seemed irrelevant. They had met only hours ago. The magic, if it was to be found, would be in other things.

Her touch lingered a moment longer before she pulled away and pushed open the door. But just before she stepped out-one foot already on the pavement- she turned back, her eyes bright with a sudden thought. “Oh and can you show me a picture of your suit? I need to make sure we…” Her brow knit slightly, searching for the word. She lifted her hands, gesturing as if fitting two pieces together. “Mesh…? Mix…?” She laughed lightly. “Match?”

“Bar me from the kitchen?” she echoed, giving his shoulder a gentle tap. “Oh goodness.” Her nose wrinkled as she shook her head, laughter dancing at the edge of her voice. “You’d have a revolt on your hands, I promise you that.” A small grin formed as she added, “You’d never recover.”

There was something undeniably endearing about it- this tall, steady man fumbling to explain something so simple, his words catching as though afraid she might not follow. And in truth, watching him try was far sweeter than the explanation itself. She nearly teased him for it- almost, but he was already shifting the subject. So she let it pass. I’ll ask him to take me to the farmer’s market on Saturday, she thought, tucking the plan neatly away along with others.

When he mentioned hiring someone to come to the house, she paused, her expression softening. “Oh…” At first, she assumed it must be because of work- cattle, early mornings, long stretches of land, and time ranch life seemed to demand. But then he hesitated, and she could feel it more than hear it. The uncertainty in his voice, the way he treaded carefully, as though afraid to spook her in some way. If only I could tell him I’m not so easily ruffled.

Although perhaps he had been justified.

“A wedding?” she repeated the word softly, as if to test its weight in the air. The idea of a ceremony was something she had long laid to rest. It had felt too far-fetched, too complex. Yet here he was, offering it. To her, this wasn’t an obligation. It was effort.

The idea of meeting everyone first the first time like this sparked a flicker of nerves, but it was overshadowed by something else entirely when he mentioned clothes.

“How many people will there be?” she asked, already sifting through possibilities in her mind. She did have a dress in her luggage…but would it suit this? His friends? His family? “And what will you be wearing?” she added, memory of the tie debacle still fresh enough to draw a teasing smile. “A tie?” Then something in her shifted- brightened. She sat up straighter, her voice lifting with sudden urgency. “Yes. Yes, we have to go to the store.” Her fingers were already moving as she rummaged through her bag. “I exchanged my money before I left, so I should be able to afford something.”

[motomamita]

Could we get some König with a SERIOUS breeding kink? Like- it’s all that’s on his mind with the reader- I love your work sm

bf!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, breeding kink!

from a very young age, könig knew he wanted to be a father. he loved the idea of ​​having a family, a wife and son to take care of.

his relationships throughout his life didn't last long because as soon as könig found out his partner didn't want children, he ended the relationship. he didn't want to waste his time with someone who didn't share his desire.

until you came along. the perfect girl to bear his heirs and with whom to build his precious family. the children loved you, and you had a natural gift for caring for them.

every time you and könig went to the park, the children would crowd around you, asking you to play with them or asking a thousand questions about how you and könig met. könig simply watched you, imagining you playing with his children.

so, könig began planning and doing everything possible to get you pregnant as soon as possible. he would take you shopping at the mall, and the two of you would discreetly end up in the baby clothing section, where he would show you the tiny clothes and tell you how nice it would be to be able to dress his children like that.

or when one afternoon he started telling you about all the negative effects that contraceptives had on your body.

"don't you think it's better to stop taking it? i think having a baby isn't as harmful as the effects of those pills, right?"

könig became so insistent that you decided to stop taking the pill, under the promise that he would always use a condom.

in his spare time, könig would read online about the best positions for getting pregnant and which month of the year was best to avoid experiencing pregnancy symptoms. he would spend hours watching videos of new parents, their advice and experiences, imagining himself in that situation with you.

the key moment was when he took you to meet his family for christmas. all the women in his family accepted you as one of their own, making könig feel even more confident that you were the woman of his life. especially when his grandmother approached him and whispered:

"she's perfect, when will you give me a great-grandchild?"

a week later, könig had already bought a house for the two of them to live together. strategically chosen in a private area with a kindergarten just a few blocks away. that night I'll fuck you on the new mattress.

"your pussy is squeezing me so good. you really want my cum, huh?"

you bounced on his fat cock while your breasts bounced on his face. könig gripped your hips, helping you keep the rhythm and groping his skin possessively.

your clit thumped against his belly button, drawing eager moans from your mouth and encouraging you to keep bouncing. both of your juices trickled down könig's cock to his balls, making the most pornographic sound.

"let's start our little family, i'm going to give you my cum and you're going to give me the most beautiful children."

you tried to form words, but they wouldn't come out. könig wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you toward him and thrusting into you hard. you lay back against his chest and let könig fuck you until he finished inside you.

"take it, baby. good girl, good job, mama."

the weeks passed, and könig took advantage of every moment to fuck you and fill you with his semen. it wasn't long before your period missed and you were forced to take a test.

positive.

by then, könig already had a long list of baby names.

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*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ "in the dead of night"･ﾟ✧*: ･ﾟ✧*

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 7000

summary: when Jace is attending a late council meeting, two hired assassins take their chance to sneak into your chambers and hold you captive. Taken to the dragon caves below and meant to be slain by your own betrothed’s dragon, you have to trust the bond between Vermax and you is strong enough to escape your captor’s murderous plans.

warnings: soft!reader, fluffy start but HEAVY angst (reader being held captive by two assassins similar to Blood and Cheese), physical violence (slapping, hair pulling), verbal abuse, threats of rape and violence, Vermax being Vermax and also protective of reader, hurt/comfort, shock and crying, Jacaerys being a caring betrothed, Rhaenyra being the best mother in law, aftermath of trauma, healing, hopeful ending

a/n: please mind the warnings for this story, it’s my angstiest so far!

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You smiled to yourself as you held two small wooden figures in your hands, a princess and a prince, their hands linked together and small attires made of cotton and wool. When you were younger, you remembered playing with them for hours, creating little scenarios of the prince who might sweep you off your feet someday.

Now, many years later, you had found the love of your life in Prince Jacaerys.

Ever since your own parents had died too young, Jace’s family had welcomed you as if you were one of them by blood, making you a home at Dragonstone and accepting you with open arms as theirs. Perhaps, a huge part of it was because Rhaenyra’s oldest son had been in love with you ever since he had first laid eyes on you, but there was more to it. His mother adored you and you got alone with his siblings and cousins and brought a joy into their house that was much needed in those dark times of war.

This afternoon, you were sitting on the soft fur carpet in one of the big living rooms of the castle, Rhaenyra’s twins peacefully playing with their wooden toys all around you. Earlier, Baela and Rhaena had joined you for a chat and the newest gossip, but you didn’t mind being alone with the kids as well, your own inner child always coming down around their soft souls.

You let out a playful gasp as little Viserys assembled a row of knights on their horses along the imaginary street you had built together. “Are your noble knights going to a tournament, Vis?”

The boy nodded timidly at you, letting one of the horses gallop forward and making you laugh.

Your betrothed Jacaerys leaned against the doorframe and smiled softly as he watched you. Little Aegon had snuggled close to you and you helped Viserys move the toy carriage around the carpet.

You looked up as he pushed himself off the frame, walking towards you with pure adoration in his eyes. “Oh hello. I didn’t hear you enter.” You said, letting your hand be lifted by him so he could press a soft kiss against your knuckles.

Moving to stand and placing Aegon on the ground, he laid a hand on your shoulder, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to interrupt your play. What adventures is my princess going on today? Have my brothers been behaving?”

“They are the sweetest.” You told him in all honesty, your heart melting at the two little blond boys in front of you. Whenever you spent time with Jace’s smaller siblings, you could not help but notice how your heart expanded and spoke to a deep part in you that wished for children of your own someday. “We were playing a carriage ride to a tournament, I believe, but then a dragon escaped and now we have to look for him.”

Jace squatted down for a moment and handed Aegon a rattle shaped like the bell of a sept, which he immediately took with a toothless grin and tried out. You watched your betrothed with a soft heart and thought what a wonderful father he’d make…

“I dream of the day this will be our life someday.” He confessed to you, the corner of his plump lips lifting sadly. “When there is peace in the realm and we have time to take care of our future children together.”

“I wish for nothing else.” You replied softly, your heart blooming with love for him.

For a moment, Jacaerys looked as if he wanted to sit down and join you and his little brothers, but as you knew your hard-working betrothed all too well, he sighed and stood up again, careful not to step on the big skirts draped around you like a blooming flower.

“There will be a late council meeting this evening.” Jacaerys announced to you, his displeased expression betraying him. “Everyone of the council and the dragon keepers will sit together to discuss. I wouldn’t ask you to join us, it will be very boring and entirely unnecessary.”

You chuckled, knowing all too well how different Jace would do many things if his say in the matters of his mother would be of more weight. But at the same time, you were glad, Rhaenyra kept him sheltered and protected with you for now, at Dragonstone where it was the safest place for the future king and his queen.

“Will you come to bed later?” You asked shyly, although it was not uncommon for the prince and you to share a bed before your marriage had even been consummated.

A small and narrow passage connected your room to Jacaerys’ and you had often made use of it, whether you wanted someone to talk to before heading to bed or were in need of his warm embrace before you eventually drifted off into an innocent sleep together. When he was gone or bound to duties, you usually made yourself comfortable in his bed, but perhaps you’d return to your own tonight if the meeting was going to take a while before he’d be released.

Jacaerys smiled softly at you and nodded before he raised your hand towards his lips. “I will. Don’t stay up too late, I’ll be with you as soon as I can, I promise.”

You hummed pleased and let him kiss your knuckles. “I hope it won’t be too long. And don’t take their words to heart too much, Jace. You’re the prince and they’re lucky to have you.”

“It is me who is lucky to have you, my beloved.” He said and watched in delight as you blushed at his appreciation. “My safe haven, my light.”

Jacaerys leaned down, softly cupping your cheek before he gently kissed your lips, your back arching a little to reach him better. Your lips brushed tenderly against one another and you sighed in bliss at his open affections for you.

You smiled at him when you separated, squeezing his hand in yours. “I love you. I’ll see you later.”

“I love you.I’ll do my best to hurry.” He promised, hugging his little toddler brothers as well and softly stroking their hair before he departed. You sighed to yourself, eager to have the hours pass and let the two of you be reunited again as little Aegon presented you a wood dragon, silently asking you to rejoin their play..

“Alright, where were we, my princes?”

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Being alone in your private chambers had become a rarity since you had been promised to Jacaerys.

You listened to the quietness of the room, the fire cackling in the pit as you sat on your bed and combed out your hair. You had taken a bath after bringing the princes to their nurseries and changed into something comfortable for the night.

The small evidence of Jace’s frequent visits to your room were visible all over the place. A cloak of his was thrown over one of your chairs by the fire and one of his books laid open by your desk. Even his smell still faintly clung to your pillows, a little gift from the last time he had fallen asleep here, not bothering to retreat back to his own chamber under your soft and lingering touches to his hair.

You could not even remember the last time the connecting door between your rooms had been closed.

You let out a small sigh as you sunk into bed, watching the dark outside of your window for a while. The council meeting must’ve been going on for a while now and you tried to read a few pages to keep you awake, not wanting to miss the moment Jace would come to you.

The time went by and your eyelids kept dropping.

But after a while, the door to your chamber opened and a wide smile split your face as you sat up in your bed, ready to welcome Jace back. Your hair fell over your shoulders, the blanket slipping down your body a little, but just a second later, everything in you froze to a stop.

Two men entered your room, their clothes dirty and faces dark as they took you in. These weren’t your guards and as one of them unsheathed a blade from his belt, you opened your mouth to scream.

They were on you in a heartbeat.

One of them drew the blankets off the bed while the other grabbed your hair, dragging you from the mattress and onto the floor, every sound in your throat seizing up and choked off by their sudden display of violence.

You were not a fighter, never had been. You stood no chance as they manhandled you in their middle, the taller one quickly looking over his shoulder as you struggled to no use against their tight grip.

“Look at that.” You heard close to your ear, the deep raspy voice sending shivers down your spine. “The bastard prince’s little bird, right between us. What would your man say now if he could see you like this, huh?”

You whimpered when your head was tugged back, the other gripping your wrists and making quick work of a tight rope around them, scratching over your soft skin and successfully binding you.

“Who are you?” You demanded to know, your voice barely louder than a whisper. You were shaking from head to toe, your body and mind gone into overdrive when they had first laid hands on you.

They shared a grin with each other. “Does it matter? All you have to know is we’re not your fucking maids. And that you will die tonight, princess. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up.”

You tried to press your heels into the floor, to keep them from stirring you towards the door, but after a moment the tall one simply picked you up and carried you towards the door. Your nails scratched over the man’s back, but it was like he didn’t even feel it, his grip around your legs too tight for you to struggle and free yourself.

“Behave.”

You were set on your feet again, crowded by them against the door. You swallowed hard against the lump in your throat, your eyes flickering between the two of them. “Whoever paid you, their reward is not nearly enough for the misery my family will bring down on you when they find you. I am a princess of Dragonstone and you have no right to-“

They pushed you out of the door, not bothering to listen.

A horrified gasp escaped your lips as you stepped outside your chamber and nearly stumbled over the dead bodies of your two guards, bleeding out and cold on the floor. The sound echoed through the hall and before you knew what was happening, your head was pulled back by your hair and a hard hand slapped you across the face.

Pain exploded in your mind, blinding you for a moment before the sting ebbed away and was replaced with a dull throb in your cheek.

You held the palm of your trembling hand to your throbbing cheek, breathing hard as you recovered from the blow. “You will die for this.” You said oddly calm and collected. It had to be the shock, you could not think clearly, but you knew one thing for sure: “The prince will cut your hands off for laying hand on me.”

The tall one grinned as if it was an empty threat. “We will be long gone once your prince finds you, stupid cunt. And in what state that will be, I still have to decide.” His disgusting hungry gaze crept over your body, barely hidden underneath your thin sleeping gown. You wanted to throw up.

“You will lead us to the place where the dragons are.” The shorter one said. “We know the keepers are all at the meeting and you know ways where no guards keep patrol. And if you dare to scream or run to wake anyone, I’ll cut out your tongue and heart and throw it in front of the bastard prince’s feet.”

You swallowed down bitter tears, your head screaming at you to do something, anything. But your hands were painfully tied and you did not find your voice as you slowly began to walk with them through the castle.

In the past, you have had nightmares like this, terrible visions of you being powerless as hands held you down in the dark, doing horrible things to you. You sometimes had woken up screaming, but Jacaerys had been there for you every time, holding you until the worst of it was over and you slowly were able to calm down in his safe and warm embrace. Now, there was no one, all people living and working at Dragonstone either asleep or summoned by Rhaenyra and Jacaerys for the council meeting. By the time someone had discovered the corpses of your guards in front of your chambers, you’d likely be dead or taken to who knew where.

You walked through your home, shivering against the cool air with only the thin nightdress you wore on you, the dangerous presence of your captors behind your back. You knew Jacaerys would blame himself for leaving you alone and suddenly, a sorrow so consuming filled your chest, you choked on a quiet whimper. You had not even said goodbye…

“Shut the fuck up.” They hissed at you and one of them slung his arm around your waist, your fingers digging into his flesh in protest as cool metal suddenly rested against your ribcage. A dagger. “Be fucking quiet and keep walking.”

Soon, the air began to smell of salt and sea and you heard the distant crashing of the waves against the island. The entrance to the dragon caves came into sight and you turned around to face them.

“Now tell us, girl, where is your precious dragon?”

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach, but before you could open your mouth for a reply, the other one of them shook his head. “No. Don’t be stupid. The beast will kill us right away if it sees their rider in our clutches. But…the bastard’s dragon. It’s a foul ill-tempered beast, isn’t it? Where is it?”

Vermax.

A protective wave washed through you and for a moment, you regained the little confidence you had before the man had laid his hand on you. “What do you want with the dragon? You are in no state to have a chance at killing him.”

They shared a look, both grinning viciously. One of them stepped up to you and touched your chin with his dirty hand, right where a fresh bruise from his violence bloomed. You tried to flinch away, but he held you close.

“We don’t mean to kill it, flower.” He told you, bloodthirst flickering over his features and making you sick. His knuckles brushed over the cut on your lip and you wanted to gag from disgust. “We’re going to watch as it kills you.”

Your mind was swimming as you led them through the darkness, watching their big shadows looming over your small own. The taller one still held his dagger against your waist and you knew he’d make use of it if he noticed you playing any games. There were wild beasts slumbering in the depths of these caves, but would they be faster at attacking your captors than the knife against your skin?

The hope in your chest thinned the further away you walked with them from where you knew your own dragon slept, but one last shimmer of it remained in you. You knew Vermax and he knew you just as Jacaerys did. You had to hold on to that.

“It’s here.” You announced quietly, your whisper echoing across the cave near the ocean. It was quiet here and you had to squint your eyes to make out the big nest at the end of the cave where a green-scaled dragon slept fitfully.

“Call it.” The smaller one muttered, his eyes fixed on the beast. You winced as the tip of the dagger pressed into your skin, a warning. “We will stand behind you and when it has come out, you will command it to kill you, you hear me? No tricks or I’ll gladly be the one to end your suffering, right after my friend here has had his fun with you, princess.”

You took a deep breath as they retreated into a safe distance.

„Naejot Māzīs, Vermax.“ You commanded shakingly and the sound of your familiar voice, the big pile of green and red in the corner of the cage moved, uncurling himself from his light slumber.

Jacaerys’ dragon blinked at you sleepily, a shudder going through his beautiful scales as he tilted his head to the side questioningly. When he spotted the two men in your company, he tensed, stepping forward and showing himself in his full height.

“Lykirī…“ You lifted your hands, trying to catch Vermax’ eyes again so he’d look at you instead of them.

With a low growl in his throat, he settled, stepping closer to you until his snout almost touched your outstretched hand.

“Say it, girl!” You heard the commanding voice behind you, in a safe distance of the beast that slowly blinked at you, considering. “We’re not going to wait much longer!”

You took a deep breath and looked Vermax in the snake-like eyes.

He met you with a calm stare, tilting his head to the side again, a deep rumble in his chest.

You had to trust in him now. You had to trust in the love Jacaerys and you were sharing and the bond between you and the dragons.

Out of the sudden, a heavy thrown stone hit you in the back and you gasped in pain, stumbling forward and almost slipping in a dirty puddle.

“DO IT!”

Trust in Vermax, just as you trust in your Jace.

“Dracarys.” You whispered finally and closed your eyes.

Vermax surged forward with a furious roar, one sharp claw in the ground, his wing shielding you from the scenery. Nearly pushing you out of the way, he advanced on the men who had threatened you with a snarl and warmth filled the large cave, fire burning low in his green-scaled stomach.

A horrible realization flickered over their faces as the green beast drew closer, their backs hitting the wall behind them as they looked at you one last time. “You fucking cunt-“

Vermax wiped out their miserable existence with one single breath of fire. Heat tore through the cave and you stumbled backwards as the dragon fire burned them and the scent of roasted human flesh reached your nose.

You squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face in your hands as you listened to their screams. Their agony bounced off the stone walls and heat crept down your spine, but Vermax kept you close, the leathery feel of his wing a small comfort against your skin.

Suddenly, silence rang in your ears.

You dared to peek up over the protective curl of Vermax’ wings.

Where your captors had stood, only ashes and bones remained.

Vermax let out a self-satisfied growl, clearly pleased with what he had unleashed on the terrors. He bent down, blinking at you with his sharp eyes as if to make sure you were alright. Tears, both from the shock and gratitude, filled your eyes and you leaned your forehead against his snout, trying to take deep breaths to steady yourself.

You shrunk back as you heard footsteps in the caves, hurried steps running over gravel and through the water puddles, a flame throwing a long shadow over the walls. You felt Vermax tense, his wing drawing itself tighter around you. Any other threat advancing, he’d burn to the ground.

In the next moment, Jacaerys stormed into the chamber, his sword drawn as his other hand held a lit torch. His chest was heaving, sweat gathering at his hairline as he quickly took in the state of the room. He looked like he had run the length of the castle and you knew it likely had been the case.

Vermax snarled without threat, greeting his rider and lifting his wing to present you to your love.

Your eyes met and you let out a shuddering breath.

The sight of you was a thousand daggers to his heart.

Your face was smeared with soot and the blood from your split lip coated your chin, your hair unruly and disheveled from the way they had grabbed and dragged you along. Your silk dress was dirty and you shivered against the cold of the cave as you slung your bruised arms around yourself.

Behind you, Vermax hovered like a protective shadow and waited, willing to serve with Jacaerys now here with you.

As he took a step towards you, his boot made contact with the skulls of the assassins. Two of them, he realized and the rage surging through his veins was all-consuming. He looked down at their bones and wished to go back in time to kill them himself, over and over again until not even these mortal remains stayed behind.

But his own bloodlust vanished as he raced towards you, your own legs unsteady and finally giving out under you just as he reached you.

He fell to the ground with you in his arms, holding you tightly as you clawed your hand in his clothes, his heart breaking for you right underneath your tight grip. It was like any last strength in you had left, leaving you a broken and sobbing mess in his embrace.

“You’re safe, you’re safe…” Jace murmured into your ear, softly swaying you back and forth as you wept, the adrenaline and shock from the situation finally crashing down on you with full force. “Nothing is going to happen to you, I’m here…”

The Queen and the dragon keepers found the prince and his princess just like this.

Jacaerys was kneeling on the ground, the princess dissolved in tears in his arms and the ill-tempered beast that had saved his love curled around them, chortling comfortingly as the prince stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

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You had been escorted back to the castle, but you couldn’t say you remembered much from the journey. Your mind had gone into an odd state of survival, the girl from before the attack having retreated into a far corner of your mind.

The guards, now dead because of you, had been carried away in front of your door and you had stopped in the middle of the hallway, not able to go another step as you stared at the spot where maids were now scrubbing the blood from the floor.

“Come on, my dear.” Rhaenyra had gently told you and you tore your eyes away from the scene as your Queen and Jacaerys led you into his chambers instead. The warmth and unique scent of Jace’s quarters – the smell of old parchment and books, mingled with the wax of the candles and the smell of his sheets – enveloped you and you drew the cloak Jace had draped over your shivering form tightly around you.

Now, a little later, you were seated at Jace’s work table and blankly stared at your scraped hands in your lap.

Jacaerys had instantly expressed his dislike for an interrogation at this hour of the night, but you had shaken your head, willing to recount the situation to Rhaenyra as if words could wash away the poison they had brought onto you. Your skin felt coated with it and you feared the stain might never go away again.

Yet, you had told her and Jace what happened, slowly and quietly, and when you were done, Rhaenyra was holding your hand and Jacaerys looked as if he wanted to break something.

“My brave girl.” Rhaenyra murmured and softly cupped your cheek as she looked at the bruises on your face and neck. “You’ve fought enough for tonight, darling. I’ll call the maids and healers and-“

“No.” You cut her off, shivering at the prospect of unfamiliar hands on you, seeing the evidence of what had happened on your naked skin. You swallowed hard, your eyes filling with unshed tears again. “No one else. It’s- it’s alright, I can do it myself, I really can-“

Rhaenyra smiled sadly at you. “You are hurt, my dear.”

“I’m not broken.” You insisted, although you felt like it. You were shattered pieces on the ground.

“And no one says so, dear.”

Jacaerys, sensing you were on the verge of breaking down, knelt down next to your chair and caught your gaze with his. “I can help, if you want.” He offered quietly.

You looked back at him, conflicted. If Jace stayed, there’d come the point where he’d see the damage you had taken and you did not know what troubled you more; him seeing you like this or seeing him as his heart shattered for you.

“Jace.” Rhaenyra looked at him. “Perhaps a woman’s presence at this time is better suited for her. I’ll fetch you later, I promise, but she needs a moment for herself now, alright?”

He was tense, your beloved prince, but after a moment he nodded with a set jaw before he stood and looked at you one more time. “I’ll wait outside.”

You didn’t want to meet his sad expression, so you kept your gaze down as mother and son went to the door, talking in quick and hushed voices before Jace stepped outside and Rhaenyra returned to you.

She leaned down and brushed a little bit of soot from your cheeks, careful not to touch your split lip. “Vermax surely knows how to rain down fire on our enemies, hm?”

A weak smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “He saved me. He knew exactly what was going on the moment I entered and he was intelligent enough to play along until the right moment had come.”

Rhaenyra hummed, offering you a hand to stand up. “And still, they only call my son’s dragon ill-tempered. How does a bath sound? I’m sure you’d like to step into more comfortable clothes, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, longing for a simple cotton shirt, preferably one of Jace’s that smelled like home and warmth and safety.

Your future mother-in-law went to the big bath next to Jace’s bedroom with you, a steaming bath already having been drawn for you.

When you saw her drawing a stool close to the tub, your eyes widened and you were quick to interject: “I-I can do it myself, Your Grace, there is no need for you to-“

“Please let me help you just as I would help any other child of mine.” She interrupted you kindly and soon after, you gratefully sunk into the bath, your sore muscles relaxing in its warmth.

Rhaenyra helped you tilt your head back and you closed your eyes as warm water flowed over your hair and down your neck, tears of your own silently running down your damp cheeks. Your throat bobbed painfully as you let her work, the Queen’s gentle hands a mother’s comfort as they helped to get rid of the dirt from the caves and a root clinging to your skin.

“I have sent Jace to fetch an ointment for your bruises and cuts.” She told you quietly and you nodded silently, cupping some of your water to rinse off your face, careful not to touch your throbbing lip. “I want you to tell me if I should send him away for the night. You can be honest with me, dear.”

You sniffled, gladly accepting the towel she lent you after helping you out of the bathtub. After a moment, you rasped: “It is not him I am scared of. It’s just…I know it pains him to see me hurt.”

“He hurts because he hasn’t been there for you, my dear.” Rhaenyra explained softly and you sighed to yourself as you slipped into a silken robe, the fabric easy on the big bruise on your back and arms. Underneath, you already wore one of Jace’s long shirts, the fabric more of a dress on you. “If it is one thing I have learned, as someone who loves and is lucky enough to be loved, it’s that healing means accepting the help of others. No one will fault you if you want to be for yourself tonight, but I know Jace will do anything he can to help you recover from this, no matter what that might look like.”

You did not want to be alone.

You feared it, laying down in bed once again when the door could open at any moment and reveal the terrors, although Jacaerys had doubled the amount of guards outside his door, simply so you’d feel safe.

You wanted to feel sheltered and able to move past this with the one you loved more than anything else, the one who had first thought about when your life had been in grave danger.

You needed Jacaerys.

“Jace may come in again.” You said quietly, suppressing the urge to groan with every step. You had not seen it yet, but the pain the stone thrown to your back caused felt like a flare and you were sure the spot was already turning a deep shade of purple.

Rhaenyra led you towards Jace’s bed, seemingly pleased with your decision. “I’ll make my leave then. Sleep in tomorrow, the both of you. You need all the rest you can get.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.” You squeezed her hand in yours, bowing your head in gratitude. “And thank you for helping me.”

She smiled at you one last time, although there was a strain to it, her worry over a sneak attack like this consuming her mind. Tomorrow they’d speak about this in council, but tonight she’d let her son do the rest, his wide eyes meeting hers when she opened the door and let him in.

You turned around to look at him, your damp hair falling over your shoulder and his clothes, a princess despite the cuts and bruises on your skin. Jacaerys slowly walked to you and your heart stung when you noticed his blood-shot eyes and how pale he still was. He was tense all over, yet he softened as he came to a stop in front of you.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked quietly, looking for your honesty and not a false promise towards him.

You let out a shaky breath and leaned into him.

For a moment, you simply stood in front of each other, forehead against forehead and breathing each other in. Hot tears welled up in your shut eyes, his closeness rescuing and suffocating you at once. Jace’s nose touched yours and his soft curls tickled your cheeks and for a second, you thought that everything might be alright again when the morning came.

“My back. My cheek and wrists…” You whispered, your breath tickling his lips. “I know I’ve bathed and changed and I’m safe in your rooms, but…it feels like they’ve put me apart and I’ve been assembled back together wrongly.”

He shook his head, swallowing against his own lump in his throat. “You could never be wrong, my love.”

Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously, only doubling the pain in the cut grazing it. “I’ve been so scared, Jace. When they entered my room- Anything could’ve happened, they could’ve done anything to me-“

You gasped both in relief and sorrow as his arms pulled you against him, the hug both grounding and warm, something you thought you’d lost forever mere hours ago. You were too exhausted to cry once more, but the horror over what else could’ve been done to you shook you to your very core.

“I’m never going to let something like this happen again.” Jace promised you darkly as he tightened his arms around you, soothingly brushing his hand through your hair as you rested the unwounded side of your face against his heart. “You will never have to be afraid again, I promise. I should’ve been there, I should’ve stopped them-“

“You didn’t know they were here.” You reminded him, but you could feel the fury radiating off his body, an all-consuming rage deeply rooted in him. “No one did. No one is to blame except for the ones who sent them, Jace.”

“And they will pay.” You could practically feel the daggers he was glaring at the wall behind you. But just after a moment, you felt his anger deflate as he softly kissed the top of your head and gently lifted your chin so he could look at you. “You’ve been fighting all alone tonight, but I am here now and I want to be of use, beloved. Will you let me help?”

“I don’t want to upset you.” You almost bit your lip before you remembered the pain.

His gaze softened endlessly and he tucked a damp strand of your hair behind your ear. There were lots of tangled emotions inside of him still, but he saw you, this sweet delicate girl he had fallen for ever since the beginning and knew he had to take care of you now. “You could never upset me, my beautiful strong princess.”

The words were mending on your shaken soul and you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before you let him to his work.

“The maester said the salve might be a little cool on the skin.” Jace murmured and you nodded in understanding. “And he gave me ice, scratched from the old side of the island’s cliffs, for your cheek.”

You took the dripping bundle from his hand, sighing as the cold cloth touched your cheek, the swelling subtle so far yet inevitable to strengthen throughout the night. But every bruise and cut on your body was better than not living to see the sun rise in the morning. “I could apply the salve on my own?”

Jace shook his head. “Let me do this for you.”

He walked with you to his bed, helping you sit down as he knelt before you, devotion shimmering in his eyes. You realized that he needed this just as much as you did, to prove himself he was able to take care of you now, even if he had not been there for you then.

He cupped your healthy cheek as you covered the other one with your ice. “Should we start with your back?”

Jace helped you lift the fabric, only so much so he could see where the stone had struck you, a dull bruise blossoming right next to your spine. It was nothing he had not yet seen so far, still you felt self-conscious under his attentive eyes.

You held very still as Jacaerys began to carefully apply the ointment to the bruise, his finger drawing soft and soothing circles over the blue spot. His other hand touched your waist, just barely underneath the fabric of his shirt on you and you closed your eyes as the cooling sensation drew a little pain from you and let it vanish.

“Good?”

“Feels good…” You murmured and tried to crawl into the feeling, the tiny relief washing away a little of the darkness from before. With a small kiss to your nape, he let the shirt fall and cover you again.

Next came your sore wrists. He lifted both of them, seeing the red marks where the tight rope had cut into your skin and swallowing hard. He wanted to unleash Vermax on the dusty bones of your captors again until their remains were annihilated from this earth. Jace softly kissed both of them before he dipped his fingers into the small jar again and repeated his careful motions.

You made a small sound in your throat and he stopped instantly.

“Too hard?”

You shook your head. “My lip…”

He sat down beside you, the mattress dipping underneath his weight and bringing you closer to him. The cut wasn’t pretty, but no cut was and you did not shy away from him as he took in the damage, one of his hands still rubbing circles into your wrist.

You held your breath as his coated thumb touched your bottom lip, his touch light as a feather as the cooling salve instantly mended the throbbing. Your hand reached up to hold his wrist, not ready yet to let him go when his touch felt infinitely good for your aching body. There was nothing sexual about the way you breathed against the pad of his thumb, relishing his care and simply letting it wash over you, and for a while you were simply content like this, Jacaerys remaining close to you as you breathed through the slowly ebbing pain.

“Do you want me to braid your hair for the night?” He asked quietly like he had so many times before.

Your wonderful beloved Jace. You nodded gratefully as he shuffled once more on the bed and sat behind you. Kissing the back of your head and brushing your hair over your shoulders for you, he got to work.

Your body was lulled into relaxation as his fingers combed through your hair, loosely braiding it so you wouldn’t have to wake up with tangles and knots in the morning. His warmth was a comfort against your back and if the vicious bruise hadn’t been there, you would’ve leaned back against him, ready to melt into his tenderness.

“Vermax saw right through them.” You spoke up after a while, your eyelids drooping from time to time from exhaustion as Jace finished up his braid for you. “He didn’t let them see at first, but there was a moment where I knew he was going to protect me, that he knew what was happening.”

“He loves you as if you were his own rider.” Jace mumbled, affection for you and his dragon in his voice. “I am glad he had been there for you when I wasn’t.”

“I want the finest sheep the shepherds can organize for tomorrow.” You looked over your shoulder with determination and Jacaerys frowned at you, a question in his eyes. You welcomed the small sting your lip caused you when its corner lifted up into a weak smile: “I want Vermax to be rewarded for defending his rider’s princess so honorably.”

“And I’d be honored to be the one to select it for you, my princess.” Jace’s face darkened, fury swirling in his brown orbs. “I still wish they would’ve suffered more. They deserved much more than a quick death of fire.”

His revengeful words were nothing against the soft touch with which he doted on you and when he was done and brushed his fingers once more over your hair, your body wanted to sink into his pillows and melt into them.

Jace laid down with you, carefully adjusting his position beside you so he wouldn’t accidently bump into your sore body. You exhaled deeply when your head touched his pillow, smelling so comfortingly of him. You could not bear to lie on your back, so you snuggled into Jace’s bed on your stomach, hugging his pillow and turning your head so you could look at your love.

He was resting on his side, his brown eyes searching for any discomfort you might have. Your eyes flickered over his shoulder, towards the door of his chambers.

“You are safe now, I promise.” Jace whispered and leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to your nose. “There are five guards outside and my sword leans against the bed. I’m here. Nothing bad will ever befall you again, my love, I swear it with my life.”

You gave him a tiny nod and tried to relax, although it was hard to keep the shadows lingering in the corners of the room at bay. You wiggled one of your hands out from under the pillow and found his, tugging him closer until his lean body warmed your side, one of his hands resting securely on your lower back.

“Tomorrow, I want to take a walk to the cliffs.” You whispered, longing for the fresh air and its cleansing effect.

Jacaerys smiled. “Then it will be arranged. Does my princess wish for any company?”

You nodded timidly, his playful undertone distracting you from the dull throb underneath the ointments. “And I want to have a picnic if the sun is out, with all my favorite things.”

“I’ll tell the kitchens then, first thing in the morning. They’ll be happy to please their future queen.”

“And when I’m healed, I want you to kiss me…” Your eyes drooped, the exhaustion from the night overpowering the little anxiety that remained in you.

“Your wish is my command...” Jacaerys mumbled back, his eyes on you as you slowly drifted off into a well-deserved sleep. He had not been entirely honest with you, there were many things he wanted to do.

He watched you sleep beside him, the most innocent sweet being he knew, covered with his warm clothes and bruises on your skin. Jace still held your hand and was not willing to let it go for the rest of the night.

At the soonest time, he’d convene a council meeting and strengthen the security around Dragonstone. He already had caught word of Daemon wreaking havoc on the guard unions patrolling around the castle for not being more attentive, for the princess was one of his favorite people in this family and Jace knew he’d have an ally for his cause.

He’d take his revenge for you.

But for now, he knew you needed him more than ever, and tomorrow he’d do his best to make you happy again. 

He could almost see it in the dark of the room, your eyes closed blissfully against the sunbeams, your hair dancing with the wind as you walked hand in hand as you had done so many times as children. You’d eat ripe peaches and cake and slowly, this incident would move past you until it was only what it was; a shadow in the corner, in the dead of night…

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[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | pranking your husband with your kid

୨ৎ : featuring : lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐 anon) : your little one confidently drops an “stfu” in front of their unsuspecting father, chaos ensues... (i wrote ollie and kimi differently bc i dont think they'd be fathering at their young ages LMFAOOO)

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : tws : children cursing ୨ৎ : word count : 1638

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : everyone drop ur race predictions >.<

ʚ・lando norris

the three of you were hanging out in the living room, lando lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone while your child sat beside him, munching on snacks.

you sighed dramatically from across the room. “hey, sweetheart, can you pass me the remote?”

your child barely blinked before deadpanning, “mom, shut the fuck up.”

silence.

lando’s mouth immediately dropped open, his entire body going stiff.

five full seconds passed where he didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe.

then—a nervous, awkward giggle bubbled out of him.

“wait, wait—did you really say that? oh my god.”

he turned to your child, completely horrified yet slightly impressed, like they had just learned a completely forbidden skill.

you covered your mouth, trying not to laugh, but lando was already spiraling.

“where—wait, where did you hear that?!” his voice cracked slightly, looking at you in panic mode. “have you been letting them watch netflix unsupervised? is it youtube?”

your kid, bless their little dramatic heart, simply shrugged. “i dunno.”

lando ran a hand through his hair, looking completely distressed. “i—what? i don’t—”

and then, you lost it.

your laughter burst out before you could stop it, and the second your child started giggling along, lando froze.

his wide eyes darted between the two of you as realization hit him like a truck.

“…it’s a prank, isn’t it?”

you wiped away a tear, grinning. “gotcha.”

lando exhaled so dramatically, you thought he might actually pass out.

then, without another word, he collapsed onto the sofa, throwing an arm over his face.

“i can’t handle this emotional rollercoaster,” he groaned. “this is too much for my heart.”

your child climbed onto his chest, still giggling. “sorry, daddy.”

lando peeked at them from under his arm, pouting. “you scared me, mate. that was not cool.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

it was a quiet evening, the three of you sitting at the dining table, enjoying a simple dinner. the soft clinking of utensils against plates was the only noise filling the room.

oscar sat across from you, taking a slow sip of water, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

right on cue, your child turned to you, brows furrowed, and in the most casual, sharp voice, snapped—

“just shut up, mom.”

the air in the room shifted immediately.

oscar’s glass froze mid-air.

he didn’t choke. he didn’t gasp.

he just… paused.

then, slowly, he set his glass down, his brown eyes blinking at your child in quiet disbelief.

“…what?”

your child held firm, looking back at their plate, as if they hadn’t just rocked oscar’s entire world.

oscar’s voice was soft, firm, but laced with that classic dad disappointment tone that could crush souls.

“absolutely not,” he said, calmly. “apologize to mom. right now.”

your child squirmed slightly, but before they could break character, you cracked first—a snort escaping before you burst into laughter.

oscar narrowed his eyes immediately.

“oh my god,” he muttered, rubbing his temple as your child giggled alongside you.

you wiped away a tear, grinning. “gotcha.”

oscar exhaled deeply, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair.

“you two will drive me insane,” he mumbled, though there was a small, exasperated smile tugging at his lips.

your kid beamed, climbing into his lap. “sorry, daddy. we were just playing!”

oscar sighed, wrapping an arm around them, pressing a kiss to their temple.

“i should’ve known,” he muttered, looking over at you with a knowing stare. “this has your name all over it.”

you smirked. “what gave it away?”

he rolled his eyes, but the soft smile never left his face.

ʚ・kimi antonelli

movie nights with kimi and his little sister, maggie, were always a routine affair—blankets sprawled out, snacks piled high, and kimi usually taking forever to pick a film because he was weirdly particular about the plot.

but tonight? tonight was different.

because tonight, you and maggie had a plan.

the movie had just started, the room dimly lit by the glow of the tv. kimi was sitting in the middle, one arm lazily draped around you while maggie sat cross-legged on the other side, munching on popcorn.

everything was normal.

until, out of nowhere, maggie turned to you and, in the most casual, unbothered tone, said—

“shut the fuck up, y/n.”

kimi immediately grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

the room fell into silence.

his brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned toward maggie, his little sister, who was suddenly way too interested in her popcorn.

“maggie.” his voice was low, steady, but firm.

she hesitated, keeping up the act. “what?”

kimi’s expression did not waver. “we don’t speak to y/n like that. ever.”

he wasn’t mad—just disappointed, and somehow, that was worse.

maggie cracked first, a guilty giggle slipping out before she burst into full-blown laughter.

you followed immediately, clutching your stomach.

kimi blinked, glancing between the two of you, confusion quickly shifting into realization.

his jaw tightened. “no way.”

maggie grinned. “we got you.”

kimi let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the couch before leaning back against the cushions, shaking his head.

“great,” he muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. “now my partner and my sister are plotting against me.”

you grinned, nudging him. “welcome to family life, babe.”

maggie threw popcorn at him. “you looked so stressed.”

kimi shot her a half-hearted glare, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement.

“remind me why i hang out with either of you?” he muttered, pressing play on the movie.

maggie smirked. “because you love us.”

kimi sighed dramatically, shaking his head as he pulled you closer.

“unfortunately.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

grocery shopping with ollie and his little sister was usually an easy task—grab some snacks, stock up on essentials, and maybe, if she begged enough, he’d let her throw in something completely unnecessary, like extra chocolate bars or a random toy from the checkout aisle.

but today? today was about chaos.

because you and his little sister had a plan.

you were pushing the cart, casually strolling through the aisles, when you stopped in front of the cereal section.

ollie, standing a few feet away, was inspecting a box of weetabix like it contained classified information, clearly debating if it was worth switching brands this week.

and that’s when his sister struck.

in the most confident, unfazed tone, she turned to you and said, “y/n, shut the hell up.”

silence.

ollie’s entire body stiffened.

his head snapped up so fast, he nearly dropped the cereal box.

his eyes darted around the aisle, taking inventory of every single person who might have overheard. a mom with a toddler. an older man squinting at the oat selection. a tesco employee stocking shelves nearby.

he whisper-yelled, his voice barely above a panicked breath.

“mate, you can’t say that! who taught you that?!”

his sister kept up the act shockingly well, simply shrugging and picking up a pack of biscuits like she hadn’t just rocked his entire world.

ollie looked at you, stunned and betrayed. “why aren’t you saying anything?!”

that was it.

you lost it.

the laughter bubbled out of you, and his sister finally cracked too, her giggles echoing through the aisle.

ollie’s expression dropped.

“oh my god,” he muttered, realization dawning.

“it’s a prank, mate,” his sister wheezed, clutching her stomach.

ollie exhaled so dramatically, you thought he might actually pass out.

he ran a hand down his face before breaking into laughter, shaking his head.

“you almost got us banned from tesco,” he exclaimed. “do you want me to die young?!”

you smirked, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you’ll survive, love.”

his sister grinned. “you should’ve seen your face.”

ollie sighed, shoving the cereal into the cart with unnecessary force.

“i can't go out with you guys ever again.”

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

you were all sitting at the dining table, enjoying a cozy meal when your child, completely unbothered, sighed heavily and muttered,

“ugh, shut the fuck up, mom.”

absolute silence.

yuki’s chopsticks slipped out of his hand, clattering loudly onto his plate.

his entire body went still as he stared at your child in pure, unfiltered shock.

for a solid three seconds, he didn’t move. didn’t blink.

then, in a sudden burst of energy, he sat up straight, his voice rising as he scolded,

“nani o itta no!? yabai yo, sore!” ("what did you just say?! that’s so bad!")

his arms flailed slightly as he continued, switching between english and japanese in classic yuki fashion.

"you don’t talk to your mom like that!"

your child, still sticking to the act, shrunk into their chair, avoiding his piercing dad glare.

you?

you were seconds away from breaking down in laughter.

but yuki wasn’t done yet.

he turned to you, clearly distressed. “where did they learn that? is it the internet?! netflix?! i knew we should’ve blocked youtube—”

that was it.

the dam burst, and you finally let out a loud laugh.

your child giggled too, kicking their legs happily under the table.

yuki froze.

his face immediately dropped, realization dawning like a slow-moving train crash.

“…wait.” his eyes narrowed. “did you two—”

your child clapped their hands. “we pranked you, daddy!”

yuki let out the loudest, most dramatic sigh known to mankind.

then, in full dramatic effect, he flopped face-first onto the table, groaning into his arms.

"i’m so done with both of you..."

you were still laughing when you reached over and ruffled his hair. “oh, come on, yuki. you have to admit, it was funny.”

he slowly lifted his head, squinting at you like he was contemplating divorcing you right then and there.

“…you are never allowed to prank me again.”

your child beamed up at him. “so… next week?”

yuki stared at them in horror.

you just smirked. “next week.”

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Ok when I reblogged this last night, I picked 3rd because that’s what I’ve heard, but I also said maybe a little bit #4? Because at the time I thought ‘well something not really mattering to you = a sort of rejection” so I was a little confused as to how they were separate options?

And then when I woke up and I saw this I remembered that the ‘rejection’ idea was an antisemitic talking point. As in supposedly you saw the undeniable truth of Jesus and were like nah.

So I’m not sure how else it could’ve been worded - it was quickly visible to me after a good night’s sleep - but I wonder how many other people were thinking similarly to me when they picked #4, and how many are genuinely antisemitic. But I hope there’s just a lot of confused people.