#and then proceeds to protect his husband as best as he can

[delta-hexagon]

my phyrexian fic, 'Awaken, Little Sleeper' now has a 10 page draft and its not stopping anytime soon

with god as my witness i WILL write tender phyrexians and no one can stop me

[awoogayanderes]

imagine fyodor

imagine meeting fyodor at a young age, knowing that he’s different than the other boys

imagine establishing a friendship with fyodor, whilst your mother tells you to stay away

imagine slowly realizing that fyodor is more deranged, but accepting him

imagine fyodor testing your loyalty when he forms his plan of purifying the world

imagine confused fyodor when he realizes his heart craves someone, you

imagine falling in love with fyodor and imagine him falling in love with you

imagine fyodor reciting his wedding vows to love, serve, and protect you as your husband

imagine trying to live a comfortable life with fyodor as he consumes himself into his plans

imagine arguing with fyodor of how fukuchi’s prison plan was outrageous, that it wouldn’t work and that you wouldn’t support it

imagine feeling fyodor give the crown of your head one final kiss before leaving

imagine hearing from the others that fyodor is now in prison, that the plan can proceed

imagine waiting patiently for fyodor to come home, it’s been a long time since you saw him

imagine staring at nikolai as he shows you the arm of your ‘deceased’ husband

imagine sobbing your eyes out as you realize you weren’t even there when fyodor said goodbye, a wave of guilt washing over you

imagine silently sitting at fyodor’s grave, changing his flowers out every 3 days

imagine not only losing your best friend but your lover because of his ambitions.

➪ other notes : i felt really silly today, so you all have to suffer with my sadness :3

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

I make four Milf Models on the list (and a Fifth on in Shiranui) and then I go and find Six more 'Mature' Gems! Dammit...

Anyways let me introduce the Six new candidates.

1.) Cattleya (Queen's Blade)

Not gonna like, I know noithing besides that she has huge tits, glasses and is a blacksmith with hella muscle... That is more then enough! I would make her son and Jaune friends, and Cattleya is the only woman the Arc trust to forge their weapons and upkeep them. Her son Rana is one of the only people Jaune trust around his sisters.

2.) Kie Kamado (Demon Slayer)

So truth be told, I have not watched Demon Slayer... And this woman and her four dead kids are why! Like THE FUQ!? Jesus man this crap broke my heart, I... I just moved right along to happy anime cuz that shit makes me sad as fuck... So yeah they would live in Ansel, and she would be Juniper's best friend and one of the very few women he can understand the sheer difficulties of raising a small team of children. But worst, because she has to do it alone... Then Grimm attack, and while everyone else is trying to protect their own. Little Jaune rushes to help his best friend Tanjiro and his siblings! Auraless and with only his families sword in hand that he can barely wield the two boys actually manage to kill a Beowulf and proceed to get them to the safety of the Arc House.

3.) Shizu Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!! Seriously this woman somehow had a worst death then Kie! SHE ATE HER KIDS!!! WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL!!! OH! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT SHE WAS GETTEN BEATEN BY HER HUSBAND!!! God Dammit, at this point I'm starting to think it's a good thing pig boy was raised by boars. If his mom had been with him instead of abandoning him in thew woods (I assume) she'd probably be dead too! Much less lightening whiney bitch I swear don't give him a tragic backstory too! I do not want to like him... As for shizu, Imma play the Cardin card, and say the two older brothers are bullies in Ansel. Lashing out at others because of their abusive father and of course Jaune is a very ripe target, the envy of the pair because of his kind strong father. Jaune is mad, but after talking to his sisters he decides to invite the boys over to dinner, and try to be friends, after all like his mom says, friends are just strangers you haven't met yet. And besides... Their like him and Tanjiro, he heard they have a lot of siblings too. They should make a club together! It is as little Jaune is having these thoughts that he stumbles upon it... then father beating them, them and their poor mom! And much like with the Ursa Jaune rushes in. And gets beaten within a inch of his life, but doesn't stop, grabbing forks, spoons anything he can get his hands on... Telling them to run, to get his dad. Papa Arc does come forward and what he finds is his son, bloody, beaten barely able to stand, but standing he is, and protecting the poor lady with a broken leg from her evil husband... And then the man is gone, his head taken, the Arc Patriarch not hesitating for even a second.

4.) Ruka Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

'It is the obligation of those born strong to defend the weak. Don't ever forget that..'

That Fucking Line! That Fucking Line Right There Makes Her Hotter Then The Other Two! Oh and what do you know, another piece of shit husband!

Okay, so I get he only turned piece of shit cuz she died bu-NO! You Know what, Fuck that Your Son Died Cuz You Couldn't Step Up And Live Up To Your Wives Words! Fuck You!!! That Drunk Bastard Insulted her memory and made her have to suffer meeting her son FAR TOO EARLY!!!

There is no way this woman doesn't hate her husband from beyond the grave! So here what would happen, Shinjuro would snap earlier then like when his wife is first diagnosed with the disease. At first he tries to stay strong but then begins to drink, then gets pissed when told nothing can be done!

And then in his denial he tries to force them to leave to Atlas, to hopefully find a cure or way to treat her... But Ruka refuses, Ansel needs them, negativity has been on the rise and Grimm have shown up more often. So he begins to drink and rant, and rave and Ruka watches her husband betray both himself and her faith in him.

And then he leaves, taking her with him one night, in desperation kidnapping his own wife against her will, her body far too weak to resist to take her to Atlas forcibly if needed. He uses a favor Papa and Mama Arc owe him to watch his kids while he's gone (Lying and saying he convinced Ruka)

And it is as he was gone that Ansel was attacked, his sons forced to fight, children like them, Jaune, little Tanjiro and the Shinazugawa brothers barely managing to take his place, but not without injury.

When he returns, he isn't met with scorn, nor blame... Not from anyone, except his wife! Ruka will not forgive him, and would rather die alone then married to him... He leaves, bitter angry but knowing she was right. And it was as this was happening that her son brings Jaune to her, the boy noticing several cuts and bruises she'd received from her forceful travels... He reaches out, and uses the power he discovered while the held off the Grimm.

The power that let mere kids like them fight and barely make up the difference her Ex-Husbands absence... His Semblance, Aura Amplification, every doctor had told her her disease wasn't treatable because her body simply lacked the strength to fight it, her immune system was too too compromised and her body too fragile by that point to maintain.

But Jaune's power, it's strength was one of a nature to empower others, to share with them his strength, his vigor, his will and soul, and Jaune wouldn't stop sharing his strength until it was enough to save her!

It was the logic of a simply youth, if he could kill monsters as big as Grimm, he refused to let small ones so tiny and weak take one of his friends moms! The same woman who told him he could be a huntsman! No! That said it was his duty to be one! Well What Kinda Huntsman Couldn't Save a mother!

5.) Rinko Iori (Gundam... Apparently -///-)

I...I did not know she was from a anime... I firmly thought she was a hentai mom... But no, apparently she is from Gundam. Well, I think I've said enough and these pictures hopefully speak for themselves...

I'd say she is a Argus mom, and helped Saphron and Terra navigate raising their first kid.

6.) Mirelia Q Melromarc

She Is A Queen! (Literally!) but no... Like seriously she is best girl, she showed up and everything, oh everything just turned pure euphoria for me. And God Damn She hated her husband! I wish they went more in on how thoroughly pissed she was in the anime like they did in the light novel.

Seriously a fucked up daughter and husband... just... Fuck man, and seriously FUCK BITCH For What She did! (If you read the Web Novel you know what I'm talking about) And fuck Trash too! Y'know it was so he could have a redemption Arc.

Fuck that, as far as I'm concerned those two need death like I need air. Naofumi is her (Only) daughter's fiancée. Which means she's in need of a new consort, a noble, strong, kind one who has a sharp wit.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Funny valentine: (name) please..i love you so much that it physically hurts me, please accept my love, (name)...

Reader: don't you have a wife?? 🤨

Funny valentine: i don't know what you're talking about..

Proceeds to write on a divorce paper and immediately sends it to scarlet

Saved this for today since it’s the 4th of July.

Reader: *gets Scarlet to try and convince her husband to not divorce her* *you even plead how good of a couple they are, she knows him better than you do*

*proceed to butter her up too much*

Scarlet: I like your spirit, but it’s cute you think you can run off just like that. You won’t get married outside of myself or my husband , he won’t allow it. I could shield you, that’s the best thing you have right now. Reader: *looks at Scarlet freaked out* I- I can’t possibly stay here…

Scarlet: *expression softens she’s totally enamored with you* You still want to run anyway? I won’t stop you, *she proceeds to pull out a small piece of paper to write on it* “however, I have something in mind…”

she hums a short moment later sliding said bit of paper to you.

Scarlet instructs you to go to this address and that someone will be there to help you.

Scarlet: I’ll propose something to my husband, a wager of finding you. We’ll work separately,

Reader: that sounds insane!

Scarlet: Not as insane as you running away without a plan, this is the federal government we’re talking about here dear y/n. If my husband is head over heels for you as you describe then you’re doomed from the start.

She hurt to see the look of defeat on your face, the way you were vulnerable right in front of her. No wonder her husband liked you,

Whether you liked it or not, this probably was the greatest chance at freedom you had. But you couldn’t help but feel you were only marginally safer with Scarlet than Funny Valentine. Shakily you accepted her offer and she guided you out of her room and out the building. Making sure not a single guard would see you.

Funny Valentine later approaches her asking where dearest y/n went. Scarlet: Let’s talk about that shall we? *She gestures at the divorce papers* I’ll protect y/n one way or another as best as I can, to give them a chance to run away from you. They’re so cute I couldn’t stand to just squash their sense of hope right in front of them. I know how you work after all dear,

Funny Valentine : *His eyes furrow looking at his current wife in front of him* Are you trying to suggest something here?

Scarlet : *Nodding confidently* See normally I’d be upset at such an announcement you handed me, but something about seeing y/n coming through the door and begging me to talk some sense into you, stirred certain emotions within me. They listed everything about how I knew you so thoroughly like a lovely wife should, they paid attention…

Her fingers tapped on a nearby table she was leaning on

“I’d like to propose a wager on y/n, I’ll help her from my side, not once do you interfere in my end. However, you can continue looking for her however you see fit outside of that. If you find them, I’ll gladly sign the divorce papers you have served me…”

Funny Valentine : then I presume we’d stay married as long as they’re still on the run.

Scarlet : Either way, it works out for both of us. I won’t be having them marry anyone else, I’ll likely have them come back somewhere around this area, if I win. Not “here” so to speak, if they hold out long enough.

Funny Valentine: I’m sensing a time limit as another condition to potentially win.

Scarlet: more so for me to fall back on, but yes, about a year should do it. If I manage that I get to do what I see fit with them, as I suggested moments ago, with moving them back here. You’d still get to see y/n even, you have the simple restriction of being unable to marry them

If you manage to foil me and find them first, then they’re all yours my lovely husband.

Funny Valentine : So interesting….and such a clever way to torture me. Yet, a fitting punishment.

Scarlet: Are you’re changing your mind on this? You can just let them go and everything would be fine

Funny Valentine : *shaking his head* No, it’s the opposite I agree to your terms, testing me on my desire for y/n. Perhaps even you’re testing yourself here, I find it fascinating…

*In your desperation to run away you somehow made everything worse for yourself*

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🐝

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Have some flaring Buckley tempers, protective!Buck and badass Maddie 💞

“Evan, you and I both know there isn’t anywhere far enough that he couldn’t find me. I will spend my life looking over my shoulder, constantly wondering when – not if – he’ll appear and ruin everything.” 

“I could protect you.”

“I know you would. And I also know you would die trying. Which is exactly why I can’t risk it. At least here I already know what to expect.”

Another plea dies on his tongue, caught behind his teeth where he swallows it back down. He gathers his sister in a fierce hug and promises himself he’ll find a way out for her. Promises that if he ever gets a second chance to save her, he won’t waste it.

“I’ll go,” Evan blurts out. 

The drawing room goes quiet as three pairs of eyes settle on him, a blend of incredulity and curiosity.

“I beg your pardon?” His father, Phillip, asks as if Evan’s said something absurd. 

“Send me,” he says, gesturing towards Maddie. “I should be the one to go with her.”

“Evan,” Phillip scoffs. He turns his attention to his cufflinks as though they might have something to contribute. “Don’t be ridiculous. Any of our representatives in Mayfair are per-”

“Perfectly capable? Of what?” Evan pushes himself up from his chair, his nostrils flaring with anger. “Protecting her? Knowing what’s best? How? They don’t even know her!”

His mother, Margaret, remains silent except for aggressively stirring her tea. 

“Lord Page and Lord Matthews have been friends of the family for far longer than you or Maddie have been alive. They both have extensive knowledge of the eligible gentleman, their families, titles. I’ve already sent details so they can begin narrowing the prospects to someone willing to marry-” Phillip briefly flicks his gaze to Maddie. “Willing to take a bride in such unique circumstances.” 

“A widow?” Maddie challenges. “I wasn’t aware that was such a rare situation.”

“I would hardly call the mysterious events surrounding your husband’s death ‘common’,” Margaret retorts. 

“See? This is exactly what I mean! Last time, you allowed Maddie – your daughter – to be given away to anyone with the best credentials. And then turned a blind eye when she wound up with- with that absolute monster.”

“Evan!” His parents shout in unison, and if looks could kill he’d be dead a thousand times over.

Maddie steps closer, resting her hand on his forearm as a reassurance. “Evan.” A soft antidote to the poisonous way his name was spat out only moments before. “It’s okay.”

He turns to face his sister, ignoring that they aren’t alone. He can feel his voice breaking before he manages any words. “Maddie. How can you say that? It’s not. Not after-” 

He swipes away the tears threatening to fall, unable to voice what he wants to but knowing she understands him just the same. In a single fluid movement, her hands come together around one of his and she locks their pinkies together. 

“It’s okay, Evan,” she murmurs.

He doesn’t believe that, but he does believe her. He trusts that Maddie knows what she’s doing. 

“Okay.” He nods, lightly tugging their interconnected fingers before letting go. He nervously and proudly watches her face their parents, standing taller. Regal almost. He takes half a step back, enough to create a pocket of space, but still close enough to remind her he’s not going anywhere.

In contrast, she takes a step forward. “Considering it’s my future being hotly debated, I find it rather odd that I haven’t been asked what I want. That my own parents don’t seem concerned regarding if or how I would like to proceed.” 

“If?” Margaret regards Maddie with a puzzled look. “You announced your intention to find a husband and remarry. We only want the best for you.” 

“I did announce that as my intention. At no point, however, did I seek help in that endeavor or hint that I might require it. So,” Maddie adds sharply before their parents can interrupt, “given that I have, in fact, been placed upon the marriage mart before, I feel I have more than enough sense to know what to look out for. Is that clear?”

Evan internally rejoices and cheers. Not just for his sister’s speech but for their parents’ matching dumbfounded expressions. Phillip quickly schools his into something more disinterested and, oh, how Evan wishes he had the ability to capture what it was before. Regardless, they have no power over her in this. She’s not a young maiden beholden to a dowry and perceived status. She’s a grown woman who survived the horrors of an arrangement she had no choice in. 

“Just one more thing,” Maddie says. There’s a lightness in her voice that tells him to pay attention and be ready. “A second opinion and the presence of a trusted male companion never hurts. I wish Evan to accompany me.” She pauses to address him directly. “If, of course, that’s something you want.”

“I- yes. Maddie-”

He’s cut off by Phillip loudly clearing his throat. “You’ve both made your point. I’ll arrange a carriage. Be ready to leave by the end of the week if you want to arrive before all that remains are undesirables and outcasts.”

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[kidrauhlschik]

Let the World Burn ~ I.N. 4

4. Drunk in Love

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In the end, he managed to forget that a king is nothing without his queen.

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Part 1, 2, 3, & 5 will be linked in the master list above!

Pairings: Jeongin x Reader (and some love triangles among the way.) enemies to lovers, royalty au!

Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, war, aggression, anxiety, depression, death, please let me know if i miss anything... (this was heavily inspired by the song “Let the world burn” by Chris Grey.

Word Count: 3.8k??

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After Minho had been in Rexerum court for two weeks, he understood the gist. You and Felix thought him the ins and outs, you'd caught him up with everything you could tell him that you hadn't already told on the weekly letters you'd sent to him.

Now, he was prepared to join court, not as an outsider, but as your ally. You were nothing but grateful. Yet, you were scared. Minho was the head of guards. He would not stand for Jeongin's disrespect. You considered warning him, but at this point, you'd much rather see him make decisions on his own, rather than to be influenced by you.

You, Felix, and Minho stand outside of the council doors, before the guards.

"Alright Min, welcome to Rexerum." You give him a humorless chuckle before the guards open the doors for the three of you, you standing in front, with the two following close behind.

Jeongin nods to the new invitee at court. Chan had told him that you needed support from home, and he just waved it off.

However, he couldn't help but wonder... Why did you need help from Eldoria? Were you that upset here?

Minho bowed before the king, "Your majesty, I am Lee Minho, head of Eldorian guards. At your service." To which Jeongin nodded in acknowledgment.

You took your usual spot beside your husband, Felix next to you and Minho next to him. Then, the king began to speak.

"There are words that Aurora's troops are heading towards our borders. We need assistance." Immediately, the king makes eye-contact with Minho.

"What may you suggest King Jeongin?" Minho asks with no hesitation.

Jeongin clears his throat before he proceeds, "As our countries are united-" The king gets interrupted before he can finish his sentence, "Are they?" Minho asks challengingly.

"I beg your pardon?" The king asks offendintely as the rest of the council looks to the ground so they can hide their expressions.

Minho continues, "I am saying, that our lands are united, yet, I have seen my men put their lives on the line for your country, but Eldoria has received nothing but empty promises from you. My king." The last two words come with a bite. You know when Minho is angered, and it seems as if he held that anger in until he saw the king face-to-face.

"I am your king! You shall not disrespect me in such way."

"I am a citizen of Eldoria. YN is my princess, my future queen. You are nothing but her husband. I would love to see you try to lead MY troops without me. Go ahead, King." You stare at Minho in pure astonishment. You are used to him speaking this way in your home country, but not to strangers. He could lose his head if you weren't there to protect him.

"You will not disrespect me in my own court!" The king begins, but your best friend put some sense into you.

"Our court!" You intercept. "This is our court Jeongin. Not yours. Do not talk down to my men. Anything Lee Minho says, I will stand behind. So take his words as mine. Do not undermine us." The council stays silent beyond that.

Minho speaks up first. "Well how about we send our leaders forward," The room stands still, "Send our strongest troops, we can take out their disposable troops. Aurora is desperate, like you are." Jeongin looks away at his words, mad, but listening. "I am willing to stand in front. As the head of troops, I refuse to let my soldiers sacrifice themselves before me, and with all due respect, I cannot even see you as a man if you cannot say the same."

"I am a king." Jeongin stands tall.

"Then show us, your highness."

Jeongin scoffs. He takes a glance at Chan before he makes eye-contact with you. "I will stand in front of my troops. So be it Lee Minho, let's both stand with our best troops against theirs."

Minho hides a smile with a cough. Only you and Felix can see his smugness. "Let's proceed with a plan then."

~

The plan was set, in less than two weeks, the troops, king, and one of your best friends, would be heading out for war.

It terrified you, not much for Jeongin, but for Minho. As aggressive and stubborn as he is, you know that he will lay out his life on the line for a cause. Although it is selfish and childish for a queen, you don't want him to be selfless. You want him to be safe.

All the stress in planning and affairs leads you back to your safe space.

However, you did not expect for your safe space to be invaded by the vermin that is the king.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, before he notices your presence.

He doesn't seem shaken, "This is my garden."

"Ours."

He chuckles to himself, "Have you come to challenge me once again?"

"Challenge you? Hardly. I have far more important matters to attend to than to waste my time on petty disputes with you." You turn to leave, but his voice stops you before you could take a few steps.

Without turning to face you, he continues, "Oh, of course. How could I forget? Your "important matters" always seem to conveniently align with undermining my authority."

"Is this what is all about? Your authority?" You scoff, "Your ego is as grand as your castle walls, yet just as fragile."

Jeongin finally stands to face you, "Fragile? You think my rule is fragile? You underestimate me, my dear. I am the king! The foundation upon which this kingdom stands."

Now that he faces you, you have a reason to challenge him, "And yet, your kingdom trembles beneath the weight of your tyranny."

A king and a queen with their own birthright may be the worst combination, neither of you were willing to back down.

He laughs incredulously at your statement. "Tyranny? Is that what you call it? My perfect rule. My loyal followers. The strength of my country. Is this what you call tyranny?!"

You held your head high before him, "You mistake fear for respect. A true leader earns the loyalty of their people, not demands it"

For a second, Jeongin hesitates, almost as a loss for words, but he recovers quickly, "Loyalty is earned through strength, not weakness. And weakness is something you seem to know all too well."

Why must he always this that way? Why is everything strength and terror to him? Why should the world be lead with an iron fist?

"Strength is not measured by the length of one's sword, but by the compassion in one's heart."

That earns you a hearty laugh from the king. "Compassion? You speak of compassion as if it were a weapon. But mark my words, queen, in this game of thrones, compassion is a luxury we cannot afford."

Done with the conversation, you approach the roses in the garden, hoping to grab a few before you gather yourself to your chambers.

As always, the king interrupts you, this time he holds your wrist in his hand.

His hand on yours brings electricity to your joints. You hadn't touched your husband in such a way since your wedding night. All the walls that you built specifically for him, seemed to shake with a mere touch.

What happened to the anger you had? It is most likely still be there, but the delusions you'd built since childhood, couldn't help but poke their heads through the cracks.

You have to hold your heart aside, "Is that everything you have to say?"

"What do you mean?" He always speaks with you as if it were an inconvenience so why is he, all of the sudden, acting as if he cared for what your opinions were.

He fixes his collar and continues to speak, "Well, you've been so outspoken at our councils. Where did your backbone go? Now you have a chance to talk to me face to face. Why don't you show me the real you?"

That makes you laugh out loud.

"You've known the real me. Before all of this bullshit. Before we even met." Your words leave bewildered.

"What?"

You try to remove your wrist from his hold, but his fist remains strong.

"Did you forget my letters or something?" You ask indignantly. "Let me go." You demand.

"Letters?" His grip weakens.

You pull your hand to your chest, finally leaving his grip. "The letters I sent you every damn week! Do not act like a fool! You have known of me since I was a child." You drop the flowers in your hands and glare at him one last time. "Do not be a pawn in a game of king and queens."

You walk away before you could hear his last words to you.

" I never received a letter from you..."

~

"I'm bored." Minho says as he opens your doors, disrupting you and Felix from your intense chess game.

"That's tragic." You say, still in deep concentration.

"I don't understand how the two of you have been twiddling your thumbs inside of these four walls for a year." He walks towards your window and opens the curtains. "Let's go horse riding, yeah?"

Without looking up, Felix responds. "Lady Rose and the king take their daily horse ride at this time." Which makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. How did you end up second to a mistress? The Eldorian princess you once were would laugh at your predicament.

Minho laughs, "Then let's ruin their little date."

"Minho, you know things in court are tense." You back away from the playing board, finally paying attention to your best friend.

He takes his coat off, getting comfortable on your bed, dramatically sighing before he continues, "You know you are the queen right? Did you forget when your mother shut all the castle doors when one of her maids stole her wedding ring?"

You laugh at the memory. "My mother was a bit... irrational at times."

"So why can't you be irrational as well? From what I've learned, the two of you have been sitting as decorations here before I showed up." Minho's words get to you, but he doesn't understand Rexerum court yet. Things don’t work the same as they were back home, affairs are handled in silence. You have to keep your cards to yourself.

Unlike you, Felix gets drawn up with his childhood friend. "What do you suggest Min?"

Minho sits up,  mischievously. "I say, we show them a bit of Eldoria while I'm here. Since you spineless ducks can't stand up for yourselves, I say we show them how to have fun." He looks at you and Felix, hoping one of the two would catch his bait.

You and Felix exchange doubtful looks, but before you could say anything to back out, your advisor speaks up. "I say we do it. It would be nice to show them what we're made of." Felix's courage catches you off guard, but he'd been acting weird lately, so his decision only shocks you in the slightest.

Before you know it, the three of you run down to the cellar. You probably look out of place. Running like children through guards and servants all staring at you in bewilderment. Felix and Minho wearing their usual suits and gems, as you run with them in a full gown, beige silk that you have to pick up in order to not trip on your skirt. Your laughs echo through the halls.

Before you know it, the three of you are sitting in a dark corner, seeing who could stomach the most wine.

It may not have been the best decision, but you felt safe with the two of them. No matter what happened, they'd have your back.

With slurred words, Minho masks, "Wait, wait," You and Felix stop your giggles to listen to what he has to say. "So all the letters the king sent you... they were written by the queen?"

You put your wine glass down in frustration. "That's what Chan said."

"Why do you believe him?" Minho asks.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Minho downs the rest of his glass, "Because it seems a bit convenient. Why would the mother of the king care for your feelings? She was a ruler, she knows that matters of diplomacy are above matters of the heart." You and Felix await for further explanation, but Minho seems a bit annoyed that the two of you aren't reading things the same way he is. "Only someone that cares for Jeongin's heart would do such thing."

You and Felix still stare at him waiting for further explanation. "You fucking idiots. Bang Chan wrote those letters. He cares for Jeongin, and what a coincidence that he grew close to YN so quickly."

You were about to dismiss him before he continued, "I am just saying, as a fellow strategist, that's what I would have done."

Maybe it was the alcohol induced boldness, but you couldn't help yourself. "Why don't we go ask him then?" Before either of the two could stop you, you run to the king's chambers, Felix and Minho close behind. Felix trying to stop you, and Minho ready for the show.

Jeongin's guards immediately stop you at his door, "I apologize your highness, but the king is occupied at this moment."

That typically would have been enough to turn you away, but you lacked shame at that moment, so you would not pass up a moment of courage (foolishness).

"As your queen, I order you to let us through." You say as confidently as possible, despite trying to hold back your laugh at the fact that it all seemed like a game to you.

The guards hesitate before they stand aside, which is enough for you to push forward and throw the chamber doors open.

You first make eye-contact with Rose, who looks outraged. Then, you look at Jeongin, who seems desperate. Usually, you'd try to read the room and asses the situation, but instead, you ignore the tension between the two. Minho suggested to show them Eldorian fun, and that is what you intend to do.

"Lady Rose! Fancy meeting you here. You look lovely, how was your horse riding date today?" You're never so bold, always aiming to stay decent and subtle, it catches her off guard.

"It went... Uhm... Okay?" Is all she could muster in the spot.

"I am so glad. Now, could you go and act your rank with the rest of my ladies? I have to speak with the king." You've never feared her, but at the moment, you no longer chose peace, letting the chaos rise. That may have been Minho's doing, but you accept it gracefully nevertheless.

"Could you please repeat yourself my queen?" She asks challengingly.

"You heard her Rose." The king is the one to intercept, which catches everyone by surprise.

Your lady looks at him incredulously, but when he doesn't budge, she looks at the ground and walks away with a sneer. If looks could kill, you'd be having tea with the grim reaper.

"Now, how should I address this invasion." Jeongin looks at the three of you.

"I could show you a real invasion." Minho whispers to himself, aware that he was still loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room.

"Min." You say in an attempt to calm him down.

However, Jeongin seems unaffected in the slightest. "I just want to know as to why I owe the honor."

Felix has been silent for dangerously too long, but that ended with the alcohol.

"Why are you such a dick?" Minho miserably hides a laugh, but you and Jeongin stare at Felix in shock.

"Felix!" Is all you can say, but your brain is hardly clear enough to say much else.

"I am just voicing what everyone is thinking." Felix pouts and begins to look around the room. "Your chambers are huge my king, why is your wife in such shit chambers?"

"Are your chambers not up to your standards?" The king disregards Felix and walks straight to you.

"Don't disregard me!" His deeps voice booms through the king's chambers. Everyone stills. Felix switched from your giggly friend to a headstrong man in a blink of an eye. For a second, he resembles the king, and the thought scares you.

"The queen is fucking perfect and you are an idiot to ignore her. You are a shit king to a kingdom that is two seconds from falling apart. You are foolish to sleep with other women. You want to know what I think? Even though you may not even remember my name. I think that you are distracting yourself from reality in the hands of another, too foolish to see that you were handed by the world, and you are rejecting it for a life in purgatory." He walks towards the king, standing a couple of inches away from his face. "Tread carefully my king. You never know when your world may flip upside down." A staring contest begins between the two men. Felix bold on alcohol, and Jeongin high on power. As you stare at them in complete astonishment, Minho is the first to gather his senses.

"Alright Lix, time to go."

When Minho grabs the younger man's shoulder, Felix only shakes him off. "Minho, you wanted to show Rexerum our colors, here are mine." He grabs Jeongin by the collar, "Stand with YN as a man, otherwise, I will."

Jeongin pushes him away in outrage, but before he could say anything, Minho stands in front of Felix.

"Forgive him my king." Like always, the last word is hard for him to say. "He has had a little too many drinks, allow me to take him away. Please forgive him." He quickly drags Felix away without interacting with the king more than he had to.

Even you are at a loss of words.

"What do you have to say?" Jeongin asks.

"Absolutely nothing. You should be aware that I stand behind my countrymen." You feel out of place, about to follow your friends out of the room.

"What the hell?" Jeongin stops you before you walk out. "What did Felix mean by that?"

"I do not understand what you are talking about." Your hands rest by on your sides. Awkwardly trying to figure out what to do in the strange room. A year of being Jeongin's wife meant nothing now.

"He practically confessed his love to you." Your husband stares at you, awaiting a reaction.

"Why does it matter to you?"

He walks towards you and puts his hands on your shoulders. "You are my wife." He says as if it meant anything.

You couldn't help but to laugh at him. "Yeah and Rose is your lover."

"Why does it matter to you all of the sudden? Jeongin asks as he walks towards his closet, seeking something more comfortable.

"It matters because you have no say in what I do or who I get involved with. It is not as if you were a decent husband."

As he grabs his robe he responds, "Then what do you want from me"

"I want you to respect me, as your queen, not your wife. I do not care for your affection anymore."

He stares at you, maybe in bewilderment. "Are the servants not respectful enough here?" He questions.

"The servants are perfect. The one who lacks is my own husband, the king. Forgive me if I am blunt, but as your wife, I will say, you are nothing to me." He seems offended by your words, almost confused.

"I am nothing to you?!"

~

A/N: Turns out, I'm a liar - one more part to go lol

[sofasoap]

First time - Part 2

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: years of pinning, you find an excuse to get close to your best friend, Kyle. Now Is he going to say yes to your plan?

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : E rating. Slight angst. Pinning. Friend to lovers. Insecurity. Smutty smut.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Enjoy!!

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His hand glides back and forth the small of your back, the other slides up along the spine, coming to a stop at the nap of your neck, lightly holding it. 

Leaning closer, he whispered in your ears.

“I have one condition.” Pulling back slightly, staring into your eyes with the usual softness you noticed that is only reserved for you. “I’ll treat you to the full package.”

“Full package?” your eyes narrowed slightly, confused. 

“Like I said before, Sunflower, I don’t want this to be a loveless sex.” You open your mouth, trying to say something, but the gentle caresses of his thumb along your neck, rubbing little circles stopped you. “I want you to treat you to dinner,” Clearing his throat, “A…  a date, first, if you can call it that.”  Please call it that. You thought pleadingly.  But you know he doesn’t mean it by a real date. “To, to get you in the mood.”  Why is he getting flustered and nervous all of sudden? You wondered. 

“And um, then, we can. Proceed. With ..” stuttering slightly, he took a deep breath.

“The deed.” 

You suddenly burst out laughing. Breaking the moment. 

Biting your lip to try to control your laughter, leaning into his shoulder. “I am sorry if I am pressuring you into this, Kyle. You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. I can find someone else. “ letting out a sigh as you finally calm down from your laughter.  “Sam seems to be pretty enthusiastic when I mention to them last time that I haven’t had anyone…”

“No. NO please, let me do this. I don’t trust anyone else looking after you.” There’s his knight in shining armour attitude again. Always there to protect you. That is why you fell for him. Love him. He’s always looking out for your back. As you do for him. 

Straightening himself up, gaining his confidence back slightly as he plastered his signature smile on his face. 

“So, Sunflower, where would you like to go for the pre-deed date?” 

“You look very lovely with that dress, Sunflower.” He smiled.

You are sure there’s one. Yours. You are for sure he is going to break your heart again for the second time by the end of the night. Shattering it even harder than the last. When both of you part ways. And with possibly complete change in your friendship. 

Your mouth gaped as you see there, stands Kyle Garrick, in dark colour tight jeans, long sleeve turtle neck with a sand colour leather jacket. With a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Ready to pick you up for … the supposed pre-deed date.

How many hearts has he captured and broke with his handsome look?

Before you spiral down too far, you decide you should just enjoy this moment, living out your fantasy. The fantasy of Kyle Garrick has finally asked you out on a date, to be his lover, the one and only, your happily ever after. 

He isn’t joking when he mentions to get you into the mood during the date.

“You know that is my favourite dress? It really accentuates your figures well.” 

“You smell really nice. New perfume?”

“There's a bit of chocolate on your face…Let me wipe it off for you.”

“Come. Hold my hand. So I don’t lose you in the crowd.”

The few comments and warm looks from the passerby as the two of you standing by the dock, watching a cruise ship slowly pulling away from the port, sailing into the distance, chatting about the possible destination of the travellers.

“Oh,aren’t you two a cute looking couple. I remember my husband used to take me walking along this Strand for dates when we were too poor to go on proper dates in a restaurant..” The old lady smiled and looked up to the old man beside her, who was lost in his own fond memories. 

You can almost feel Kyle's smile as he kisses the top of your head, pulling you tight against him before replying, “Oh, this is why I am bringing my beautiful girlfriend here now, creating memories so we have something to look back to when we grow old together.”

To anyone’s ears, this would certainly be a possible marriage proposal. But you know it isn’t. 

That sincerity in this tone just makes your heart flutter and melts. You start to waver, does he really mean what he just said?

No. he makes it very clear. This is only a pre-deed date. Just to get you into the mood.

And he certainly has done it. 

Now, standing in the middle of your bedroom, clasping both of your hands together,  you look down onto the floor at your own feet. 

You couldn’t stop shaking as both of you waited for each other to make a move. 

Maybe this is a bad idea after all. Maybe you should have just faced the fact that you're going to stay a virgin until you die. Or you will never have Kyle to yourself. Not even as …… 

“We can stop here if you want Sunflower. I don’t want you to think we have to go through with this.” Sensing your hesitation and discomfort radiating through, he took a step forward, breaking your thought, gently enveloping your hands with his, caressing your knuckle with his thumbs. “We can just end the evening here, I’ll just … “

“No!” Coming out slightly more forceful than you expected, you gulped as you shake your head before tilting your head up, glossy eyes slowly blinking with a softer but determined tone.

“I want you, Kyle. Take me. Please.” 

He lets go of your hands, slowly sliding up your arm, towards your shoulder, your neck, and comes to a stop as he cups your jaw, leaning down with his lips hovering over yours, as if asking for that final permission again. 

Tilting your head slightly, closing the gap. Feeling his warm and slightly chapped lips on yours.

Since when you hit adolescents, when you realise your attraction to him is not just mere childhood crush. 

How you have dreamt of this moment for a long time. YEARS. 

Maybe there was some teenage hormone rage happening at the same time. But even now, there are nights of dreaming about him, trying to relieve that ache with your own hands, it was never enough.  Nothing ever satisfied you. 

Boldly, sliding one of your hands behind him and sliding down between the gap of his pants, grabbing onto his butt, the other underneath his top, feeling both of his firm abdominal muscles, lightly scratching it with your nails. Teasing him a bit. 

That seems to tip him over the edge. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“For someone who claims never had any experiences before, you are certainly a tease. Look how hard you make me.” Rolling his against you, feeling the almost hardened cock even through the material. 

Fuck. If you weren’t aroused before, now you were pretty sure your core is dripping wet. You never heard him talking in such a dark and lusty tone before. You wouldn’t say you dislike it. What you will do to hear more of it. 

“Lacey lingerie? All for me? What a pretty girl…” you can hear his amused tone as he turns you around, pulling down the zipper of your dress, letting it drop down to the floor. 

Your body is heated up with his comment. You have debated days ago if you should wear something special underneath, or just a plain safe option of your normal underwear. But now you are glad you bit the bullet and went to the shop and got the lingerie set after hearing his praises. He leans down and plants light kisses trailing down from the tip of your ears down towards your neck and shoulders. 

“Kyle….” You whimpered as you tighten your thighs together, trying to get a bit of relief. He quietened you with a little shush, before coming back up and kissing your temple. You need him now. You can’t take anymore of his teasing. 

“Just relax. I will take care of you, love. Don’t worry.” lightly grabbing onto your breast, teasing the nipple through the thin fabric, as the other hand slights down, cupping your sex, and slide his hand back and forth

You moan and gasp as he pushes the fabric aside and slides one of his fingers in, rubbing lightly on your clit with his thumb and slides his other fingers through the slit. 

This is better than your own finger. Even better than you imagined. 

Before you know it, your first orgasm hits you fast as he rubs circles with his thumb on your clit, eyes closed, you lean back against him, biting your own lip trying to suppress the urge of screaming out loud. 

He slows down his ministration as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, whispering words of praise. If not for his strong arm circling around your waist to hold you up, your jelly like leg wouldn’t even support you up. 

Oh. 

Slowly pulling out his fingers and after tilting his head down to give you a deep kiss, he bent down a little, arm behind your knee to scoop you up into a bridal carry.

Carefully lowering you on to the bed, taking a moment to admire you, he stood back from the bed, slowly undressing himself. His beautiful toned body slowly reveals as he shreds each piece of clothing. Until the last one disappeared onto the floor. 

OH. he is. 

Well endowed. 

Like the rumours you have heard. 

Jokes have been made around the table amongst close friends how “well grown” Kyle has been, but you always thought that is just shits and giggles amongst the mates and men throwing at each other, but seeing is believing. 

Rumours confirmed. Fact. Ticked. 

You tense up. Feeling like a novice jumping straight into the hardest setting in a game, you wondered how in the hell are you going to take him?! 

Snapping back from your thought, you saw Kyle crawling onto the bed with a box condom and a tube of lubricant. 

“I, ah, didn’t know if you have any so I brought some for you..” he smiled shyly, holding the items up. 

The ever thoughtful Kyle. It's actually quite touching.

When he was about to grab the packet of condom, your hand reached over, asking in a quivering tone.

Your shoulder relaxed slightly, nodding your head as silent thanks. He edges forward on his knee, and nudges your leg to spread open slightly. Although you only just came down from your orgasm, you feel like you are ready to go again with his fingers works around the area, gently applying the lubricants.

You don’t think you will ever get enough of his touching you. Nor you touching him. 

“Can.. can I.. put it on for you? Can you please teach me how?” you pull a nervous smile, asking him for permission. 

His gentle hand guides yours towards his arousal, taking in a sharp breath as you hold the base of his cock and slowly roll the condom down his length.  

Aiming at your sex, he slowly and gently pushes his tip in, inch by inch, letting you get used to the stretch.

“Try to relax, love.. Take your time. No pressure here..” he leans forwards, giving you light kisses on the face as he notices your face contorted with discomfort and pain. “You are doing so well.. Taking me…just tell me when I can move, at your own pace.”

Grabbing onto his shoulder, you try to relax as much as possible, nodding your head to urge him to push on, until he is fully seated inside you. 

Such a strange sensation, him inside you. So big. So hot. You feel like you are melting into one with him. 

You take another deep breath in, looking up at him with your hooded eyes. You can see his jaws tighten and eyes full of lust as he looks back down at you, trying to control himself for your sake. 

“I am ready. Please. Kyle.” You begged. 

Starting slowly, he slides his cock out, before thrusting it back in again. And repeating the motion, again and again, but you can feel he is holding back slightly, afraid to hurt you if he moves too much. 

You throw your head back, reaching your second orgasm of the night, screaming out his name. Amongst the haziness of orgasm, you feel him going for a few quick short sharp thrust before reaching his own high, groaning out loud as he rides it out. 

Slowly the discomfort and pain is taken over by that familiar feel of delightful heat pulling around your lower region. You start rocking your hip upward, to meet with his thrust, trying to chase that bliss that you have felt earlier on.

He pushes your legs towards your body more, hitching the feet onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you let out a loud moan as he has hit the perfect spot. One of his hand made its way towards your clit, pinching it lightly.

Collapsing on top of you panting away, he buried his face in between your breast, trying to steady his breathing. 

“Heaven..… I can’t believe it.. Oh gosh.. I love you.”

Your head snapped up from the pillow, looking down at him. You felt him tensing up as soon as he realised what had slipped through his mouth. 

“You…“  Did you hear him right? “You.. love me?” you asked in a very small voice. Body starts to shake. This must be just post-sex brain talking, right? There is no way possible he loves you. 

Awkward silence lingers, you try to push yourself up, trying to get away from him, but he grabs onto your arm before you can fully pull away, and head raises up and looks at you, with pleading eyes. 

“I.. I never intended for it to come out this way. I am sorry.” he replied in an almost choking voice. 

See? He is regretting what he said already. There is no way he loves you.

“That’s why you refused.” you whispered.

“You don’t know how happy I was when you came to me about your… proposal,” he continued.  Closing his eyes, recounting the memory. “I don’t know how you feel about me, other than being a close friend. I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

He nodded. Face falling back in between your breast again, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he let out a breath. 

“But I was so heartbroken seeing you running away from me..planning to run away into another person’s arms with the same proposal. How can I let that happen? I want to be your special one.. I want to be your first.” he gulped, “I want to be loved by you.” 

“Way too long. Even the others have noticed it.. I suspect.” 

“Kyle…” you lift your hand, running your finger through his short curly hair. “I.. I've been in love with you since we were young.” You confessed. His head snapped back up, suddenly hope glittering in his eyes, “I .. never thought you will return my feeling, I was too scared to make a move, and I was sick and tired waiting for you to make a move.” tears streaming down your face, he reaches up gently, wiping it away. “And I thought, using this excuse, at least.. At least I can be with you first and last time, and move on. Forget about going after you. Just keep our relationship as friends.”

“Oh my Sunflower…” he leaned his forehead against yours. “Looks like both of us have been hiding from each other. For a long time.”

Kyle’s eyes snapped open, brows raised. 

“One of them pushed me to just get on with it and ask you.”  you smiled. “ and I am glad they did.” 

“So do I..” After a brief pause, Kyle wriggling himself around a bit, to pull out from you, throwing away the used condom. You moaned slightly at the loss of the heat and feeling of him.. 

You raise your eyebrows as he grabs another condom from the box, and his cock already recovering from the session. 

“We gotta make up for all that lost time, right?” he winked. 

Oh, you wouldn’t say no to that. 

“Like I said, my Sunflower, there are still a lot of tricks up my sleeve I need to show you.. We have all night to go through it all.” 

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can you do capt price with an s/o who used to have braces (the reader has glasses) and proce found this out cause like he was going through all photo albums and stumbled upon readers old pics when the reader was like in middle school (OH AND ALSO IMAGINE THE READER BEING A METALHEAD IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND UNTIL NOW AND PRICE IS JUST SO SUPRISED HAHAHAH)

I am so sleepy so this may be bad or short but i find this hilarious

One of the reasons Price loved you was because you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair complimented your eyes, and the jewelry you wore sat glistening on your skin. Your figure gave him something to grab onto, all his favorite parts of your body on display when you wore those tight fitting dresses for the summer.

When you brought the man home to your parent’s house, you’d expected him to be downstairs helping out for dinner despite how much you tell him to rest. It’s the sweet, traditional side of him.

Not in your childhood room, silently looking through things that aren’t technically hidden, so you can’t get upset with him for noticing.

And it wasn’t the records plastered on your wall with a protective glass over them, or the stickers permanently stuck to the sides of your mirror—it was the pictures. All in relatively small frames that didn’t have the best quality, but good quality enough for him to see the worst of you. You stroll out the bathroom and close the door to the man holding one and chuckling to himself. His brow was turned up in amusement.

“Put. That. Down.”

He turns to you with the frame still in hand, his face never wavering even though you looked like you were about to combust with embarrassment. Cheeks red, eyes blown wide darting anywhere else but him, and hands coming up to cover your face.

The worst part was, you knew exactly which picture he was holding. It was you and two other girls, one of which you don’t speak to anymore. Anyway, your teeth were dark with black braces to match the atrocious personality you’d invented for yourself at the time, and your haircut was one you try your best to forget about. You really wish you would’ve thrown that away.

It doesn’t help your features look the exact same.

The only difference was you were wearing your prescription glasses, the ones you brought into adulthood, but they were somewhere tucked in a drawer as your contacts held their spot.

“Why? You look adorable.” He teases. You looked far from that. You were a menace.

His perfectly sculpted beard moves as he tips his head back in laughter, genuinely taken aback by young you. You somehow are still the same, just more tolerable, with a snappy attitude on top but a lovey dovey mess underneath.

“Oh my god.” You wanted to roll yourself up in a ditch and never escape. The only reason you kept that picture was because the other girl has the same one. The date was written on the back in marker, but you didn’t have to look to know it was during your darkest days.

You finally calm yourself and blink up to your spouse, who seemed to be in thought. His mouth opened to ask, then it closed, and it took everything in you to pretend you didn’t see it. You just knew it would be something else by the taunting half-smile on his face.

Instead, you asked him what he was about to say. You shouldn’t have.

“I searched up the band on the wall. They still around?” He asked.

And while the question seemed purely genuine, you did not take it as such. One side of you wanted to tell him, “No, they stopped making music a while ago,” and the other half is saying, “Kill me now.”

Now he knows you used to listen to metal, but not just the regular kind; the barely coherent, head-bopping, voice-ripping kind. If the man wasn’t older, and this was Gaz, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call you emo.

“No,” you mustered up. You tried your best to not return to the previous state of embarrassment, but knowing your husband, he’d now look into it and try to get you printed shirts for your birthday and whatnot.

He didn’t openly tell you how weird or concerning it was, but this was worse. When someone won’t tell you something directly, but you just know what they’re thinking anyway.

“I didn’t think a pretty lady like you would listen to that.”

. .

The entire way to the dinner table he was on and off laughing. It even got the point he had to temporarily excuse himself, just somehow unable to rid the image from his mind. Even though that’s far from what he wanted.

This late in the relationship and your mother still has horror stories to tell.

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Borkesus, who is heavily pregnant and in a shelter for abandoned dogs (the pregnancy is why he was abandoned in the first place). He had been there since day 1 of his pregnancy and was given a roommate, Dog Hob who proceeds to become protective of Borkesus. It was when Death came in to adopt that she liked Borkesus and he liked her too. But she now has to adopt Hob as well because they became a bonded pair.

Aww, can you imagine Hob snuggling up around adorable, sad pregnant Borkeous and making him feel better? And omg, the absolute puppy eyes when Death comes in and decides that she'd like to adopt Borkeus. Hob is trying desperately not to disrupt the process of his beloved finally getting a home, so he doesn't interfere and just silently hopes that Death will be a good person. As Borkeus is gently led away to have a final vet check and Death goes through the paperwork, Hob whines sadly and curls up in the corner of the kennel. He didn't even get to say goodbye...

But then someone picks him up gently, and cuddles him, and kisses him! Of course Death would never separate a loving pair of doggy husbands. Hob is coming home too! He licks her face all over and vows there and then to be the best pet ever. Borkeus does one of his happiest tail-wags ever when he sees that Hob isn't being left behind. He can't wait to finally have a fireside to curl up next to, with his mate and their puppies <3

[justonedrawer]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY STUPID CHILD I DID NOT EXPECT TO GET ATTACHED TO, JANE CLEVE

I also took this chance to spill some lore about my MC's life. Warning: There's going to be information from things that happen and don't happen in later years. So proceed with your own caution and will.

Now storytime :D

6th birthday. 1979 is a happy year for baby Jane. She's not very aware of what's happening out in the wizarding world, and her family is not aboard on letting her know.

She happily celebrates her birthday just like the years before, her mom makes a cake, her dad helps her, and Jacob is by her side, as he says he will always be.

11th birthday. Things are gloomy in the Cleve household. Jacob has been reported missing for many months. The father, saying he couldn't take the situation, left. Leaving the house that was meant for four, to the mother Loraine and Jane.

Loraine, not being able to bear her son and husband's disappearance, turned to calming draughts and other substances that she thought would release her from her pain.

Jane's 11th birthday was lonely, she had gotten her Hogwarts acceptance letter earlier that day but didn't say anything. She's determined to go and find out what happened to her brother. As of that day, she wanted to spend it with the newer version of her mother, and a cupcake, cause as Loraine says, "There's no need for a big cake since there's only one to eat it."

12th birthday. A school year has passed and little Jane is confident she's on the right track. With her new friends by her side, Rowan, Ben and Penny, she believes her Hogwarts years will be much better than she anticipated.

13th birthday. Another curse has been broken and another friend has been collected. The fight will the Ice Knight had earned Jane a scar, small that looks like nothing. After the fight, Loraine has acknowledged Jane's well being and she's pleased she can rely on her friends. Bill has noticed the Cleve family is a bit off but pretends not to notice for his friend's day.

14th birthday. Jane begins to be more familiar with her friend-magnet gift. Her 3rd year was tough, with people facing their worst nightmare, but that doesn't stop them from breaking the curse. The gang has suprised Jane with a cake. It can't stand like a proper cake but she doesn't care, she's happy to be surrounded with people she loves.

15th birthday. The school year could have had a better conclusion. Jane is upset cause she was certain Jacob would be found in that cursed vault. To make things better, Loraine grounded her for the whole summer, both for the fact she had to serve detention and in hopes she'll drop the cursed vaults.

So for her birthday, Jane was alone once more. Well, kinda. The whole night she'd get letters from all of her friends. Some were even personally delivered by a certain bird boy that may or may not have wanted to see her.

16th birthday. Everybody is uneasy. Rakepick's betrayal had hurt the children deeply. Jacob had finally shown himself but his reunion with Jane had not been as sweet as she wanted. She's angry yes, and sad as well, but the cursed vaults are still out there and she has no time to waste with talking about her feelings.

17th birthday. Things have really gone downhill. Sure, the curse has been lifted. And Rakepick is in Azkaban. But their group is broken with two dear friends being gone by the Green Curse. She blames herself, she was there when it happened, she could have done something.

Everyone says it's not her fault, hell, even Merula and Ismelda. She's scared she can't protect anybody anymore. She's scared she won't be able to fight not only evil witches and wizards, but also a disease that has hit her gravely.

18th birthday. HAH SIKE THEY'RE ALIVE.

Things are much better for the gang. Rowan and Ben have awoken from their coma, Peregrine is gone and R has been defeated. Jane's health condition is not the best, but in general life is becoming more peaceful.

19th birthday. The gang has taken their own roads but still meet up for old time's sake. To celebrate birthdays and successes, or support eachother when things are not going to well.

After everything they've been through, with R, Peregrine, ROCC cases and Jacob, Jane has finally reached a point where she genuinely believes that they will be happy. That they will be okay.

[chrysopoeias]

Now I’m hungry to know how u think Mangahood Royai would parent?? Pls? I love hearing your thoughts

Mangaverse Roy knows how to leave church before singing. Pullout game strong lmao. Mama beat him over the head to use protection. They at least have more reason to be careful, because they still have their goals to work towards in mangaverse. I don’t think it would happen, ever, BUT

If Riza gets pregnant anyway, it depends on when in the timeline it happens. If it is anywhere pre-/during canon, it would so fundamentally change their situation it would be an alternate timeline AU. I suppose Riza can do the ‘helping a terminally ill relative across the country’ and disappear for a year, give up the baby for adoption, never speak about it and proceed with the canon timeline.

Post canon, I could never see Riza voluntary give up her position to be Roy’s stay at home tradwife waiting for her husband to come back from the war. Every single time she disobeys direct orders, it is an order for her to wait and stay behind. There is no way she is going to sit peacefully at home knitting or whatever while roy is facing dangers somewhere lol. Perhaps it could work better if they can change their careers in such a way that they are no longer superior/subordinate, but I think they do not want to do that.  

Otherwise if they still want to keep their positions and work towards their goals while not getting in trouble for fraternising, then Riza raises the baby alone still. With Roy is not publicly involved and he does not acknowledge the baby as his. With Riza still struggling alone the same as 03 au, but Roy being aware of the situation. Tumblr user blackpilotpen made a couple comics about this scenario that I really liked, like this one. Riza tries her best as a mother, but their child still grows up to resent Roy for making his mother suffer alone when he could have done more for them. And he is very aware that even though Riza loves him, and he loves his mum, him being born was a mistake and a burden for her. It’s very tragic ):

[sarahsmi13s]

Don't Leave Your Wingman

whumptober day 13: grief

pairing: pete 'maverick' mitchell x kazansky!reader (father figure relationship)

characters: pete mitchell, kazansky!reader, sarah kazansky

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, mentions of cancer, canon death, death, fear of being alone, death of a parent, grief, 5 stages of grief, fear of losing family, loss of appetite, anger, mood swings, broken glass, throwing things, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~1.8k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

i am so so sorry i got this up late, please forgive me

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: you wouldn't leave your wingman in the sky... why should you on the ground?

“It’s come back.”

One sentence. Three words.

That’s all it took for the world to crash down around you.

Your father, your best friend, your wingman, was already dying. 

But with three words he was dead and in the ground.

You started the grieving process the moment your mother told you about the results of your father’s tests. His cancer was back and this time he wasn’t fighting it. So, start grieving now so it doesn’t hurt when he passes.

It should cushion the pain right?

No.

It doesn’t.

Because when you watched Pete Mitchell slam his wings into your father’s coffin, it’s like he’s punching them right through your heart.

You thought you prepared yourself better. Thinking ahead to how everything would be different. Going through the motions of him missing so much of your life, everything he wouldn’t be a part of. You were only 21, you had so much left to accomplish and celebrate with him.

He would never walk you down the aisle at your wedding. He would never meet your kids and tell them cool stories about the famous Iceman and show them his collection of medals and patches. He would never tell them the story of how he met his best friend and wingman, the friendship’s birth captured in a photo on his desk.

He would never tell you he loved you again.

You wanted to hear it one last time… even if it was in that broken, raspy tone.

“How is she?” 

You could hear your uncle talking to your mom outside in the living room. 

It had been a few days since the funeral and you had barely left your father’s office in the living room. You barely ate, your appetite coming in and out as you went through the motions. You just sat in the office, wrapped up in his blanket with his dog tags around your neck or clenched in your hand. You were nearly numb at this point, sitting and staring at the photo of you and him at your graduation.

You had hit the “depression” part of your grieving process. Denial, anger, and bargaining had passed when you learned about the return of your father’s cancer. But you were sure they’d resurface at some point, grieving is never linear and it’s not a short lived thing. 

But when it was something that you prepared for, something that you could see coming from miles and miles away? It should be easier right?

“She doesn’t leave that chair often… I don’t blame her. But I’m worried. You and Ron have been a big help with brightening her days,” you mom said, a gentle smile on her face at Mav. 

It was true, they both had been a huge help. Just sitting with you so you weren’t alone, that you had someone in the room with you also grieving – even if it was different. Both had lost a best friend, your mom had lost a husband. She sat with you too, holding your hand and making sure you weren’t completely alone. She made sure that even though you were both grieving, that you could talk to her. 

Mav looked into the room, seeing you in that position – curled up with your dad’s dog tags in your hand, lips pressed against them as you stared out the window. 

He gave Sarah a hug before walking towards the office doors and knocking before opening it. 

“Hey kid, how can I help today?” 

You shrugged a little bit, not having the energy to do much else. You sniffled and dropped your hand to the desk, pointing to a book that was resting there, “I um… I found that while going through some of his things…”

Sniffling again, you adjusted your blanket, “I can’t bring myself to read it… it’s all in his hand writing…” Mav nodded and came over, “I can read it to you, if you want.” “Please…”

“Would you want to go out on the porch swing? Get some sun, fresh air?” You looked up at him and he could see just how tired you were. You probably got a lot more sleep than you should have, or very little sleep that wasn’t good.

You looked at the photo on your dad’s desk, seeing him smiling down at your 18 year old self in your cap and gown, diploma in your hand.

“Yeah… yeah, that sounds nice,” you said, your voice a little lighter and the ghost of a smile threatened your lips.

Mav smiled and helped you up, grabbing the book and leading you to the swing on the front porch. 

You sat down with him, resting your head on his shoulder as he put the book in his lap.

As he began to read, you both began to notice that these were your dad’s stories. Stories you had heard from him, stories you begged him to tell you no matter how many times you had heard them… All there in a book.

You cried at first, so did Mav. But as he continued, reading your dad’s words and the side commentary he never failed to add, you both started to laugh. 

It was nice to laugh, it helped you begin to feel like everything was going to be okay.

“Today will be better.” 

That’s what you told yourself when you woke up the past few days. 

You could never tell yourself that it would be great or amazing. Because you knew you couldn’t make that promise to yourself. But you could always try better, your best would always vary from day to day.

And you were doing okay. You were making it.

Until Maverick showed up in his whites.

Your heart had sunk like a brick in your stomach.

You knew what those meant.

He was going out with them on the carrier.

That’s not so bad right? He would be safe right? 

But the look on his face as he stood in front of the office's french doors told you something else.

“I was picked as team leader to fly the mission.” 

The brick in your stomach started dissolving, making your stomach acid fizz and bubble up your throat. 

You shook your head, the dusting rag and photo clenched in your fist. “No, no you’re not.. You’re not flying this mission, Uncle Mav… You-you were just supposed to teach it.. You’re a teacher!”

He mirrored your movements, “Admiral Simpson-”

“No!” 

Your shout had startled him, you hadn’t raised your voice in any capacity for a while so your outburst startled him.

“I’m sorry, kid… There’s a chance someone doesn’t make it back and I would rather it be me–”

“So you have a death wish? Is that it? Can’t go one damn day without risking your life like no one is gonna miss you if you burn in, can you?” 

Maverick was unsure how to respond to that, standing there awkwardly as you yelled at him.

“You’re selfish, you know that? The both of you, fucking selfish,” you said, your voice cracking at the end as you poked his chest with the picture frame. 

“B-both… Y/N what-”

“You’re never supposed to leave your wingman… ever. So tell me why I’ve been left behind! Why everyone is fucking leaving me?!” 

In your anger you threw the photo on the floor, glass shattering and the frame breaking apart.

“He left me and now you’re leaving me too!” 

Mav watched the tears streaming down your face as you shoved past him and ran out of the office and out of the house.

Sighing, he looked down and noticed the photo under the shards of glass was the photo of him and Ice shaking hands after saving one another on that mission after graduation. 

“You can be my wingman anytime…”

After your blow up at Maverick, you ran straight to the beach.

The second your feet hit the damp sand on the shoreline you were collapsing to your knees. 

Clutching your chest, you sobbed.

“Why?! Why couldn’t you have just fought? One more time… for me! I need you Dad! And you’re gone! You left me here! And-and now you want to take Mav with you? It’s not fair!”

You fell forward, clutching at the sand, “It’s not fair!” You sobbed, not caring if anyone around you could hear you. You were in pain, you were now not only grieving your father, but you were now going to be grieving his best friend, your friend.

A pair of gentle hands pulled you back up into a seated position on your knees.

“Sweetheart…”

“It’s not fair, Mom!” You shouted, your voice raw with tears as you looked out on the horizon before looking down at the frothing tide, “It’s not fair…” 

Sarah felt tears sting her own eyes at the utter brokenness of your voice, the rawness in it.

She pulled you into her lap, shushing you gently as you sobbed into her neck. She looked up at the sky, “You better bring him home Tommy. Don’t you leave her without a wingman.”

The next week and a half was filled with dread and worry. 

Worry that Maverick would make good on that promise of being the one to die on this mission. Worry that it would be Rooster, someone you weren’t as close to but you knew he meant a lot to Mav. Worry that you would be alone, grieving another father figure.

You barely left the office, sat there in that damn chair looking at that damn computer screen. The last words he typed on it were still displayed.

“It’s time to let go.”

The five words felt like mockery as you read them over and over and over.

How could you just “let go”? Did he really think you hadn’t tried that? Or that it was that simple?

Because it wasn’t. 

You wish you could have just accepted it, that grieving someone as they sat in front of you breathing would have made it easier. But it didn’t. 

You felt like you were on the monkey bars again, the ground miles away from you and you were scared to fall.

“How can I let go when I have no one to catch me?”

As you waited in the silence, for a response that you knew wouldn’t come, a knock sounded through the quiet house. 

Your mom had stepped out to go get stuff for dinner. So you were the only one at home.

Sniffling and turning the monitor off, you got up and went to the front door.

When you opened it, you nearly collapsed.

There on your front porch was Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. He was scraped up a little, but he was alive.

“Mav… Mav!”

He smiled as he caught you, keeping you from falling onto the ground and holding you close as you clung onto his bomber jacket, tears staining the vinyl. 

“You’re here… you came home.”

He kissed your temple, rubbing your back and cradling the back of your head.

“Of course I did, I couldn’t leave my wingman.”

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so if you want to be added check out the masterlist and read that carefully and fill out the form -> whumptober 2023

[pedrostylez]

500 Followers Reading Recommendation List

Hi there! Happy Saturday!

I just wanted to say thank you to the 500 people that are following me. I started this account back in March/April to have fun, start writing again (I was in the thick of it with One Direction fanfiction from 2012-2017 and took a massive break from that... Iykyk) and to make friends. I’ve connected with so many of you, and I love seeing us all thirsting on the feed, and just being a community? Idk if that’s cheesy, but there are plenty of things that could be improved with how this fanbase operates but this is my favorite part.

I felt like the best way to celebrate and to have fun is to bring attention to other people’s writing that I enjoy. Frothing at the mouth, or maybe just kicking my feet, whatever. I’ve been stockpiling these since the beginning (mainly so I can keep track because I will forget what I’m reading through and I don’t want to miss anything) and want to just highlight as many people as I can. 

I hope you all can give these guys some love too. If any of these are not your cup of tea and you want to make comments or say something to one of these authors I highly encourage you to read this announcement I made a while ago. I stand by this and encourage others to do the same.

I tried to not repeat an author with a character, but I will say that each of these lovely people writes for multiple characters (not always in the Pedro character universe either) and I have and continue to read from their whole masterlist. 

This is in no way the whole ongoing list that I keep for myself to find something that I enjoy, and I am positive I have missed some amazing people. I encourage everyone to reblog and interact with authors as you find things you like, “popular” or not, so as to keep us all as what I described above-a community.

Most of these recommendations are smut, which is indicated with *. If there is no *, it either has none or it does not at the time of posting this. Proceed with caution. 🙂

(If I get anyone’s name or pronouns wrong, please let me know so I can fix it. I tried to do my due diligence, however, I am prone to mistype so a quick message will get it changed!)

Joel Miller

@softlyspector-Honeyed

Becca’s story Honeyed is everything my fluffy heart desires. It is so soft, and I can feel my heart ache when I read it (I mean this in a good way and idk how else to describe it.) Ellie and Sarah’s dynamic is also so interesting, and I love how she writes the different connections between them all. Becca’s descriptions and ability to immerse you into the story is top notch. 

@jrrmint- Dad’s Best Friend (Series)*

JJ’s series absolutely destroyed me, in the best way possible. The way he expresses his feelings is so very Joel, but also so very “every man I’ve ever interacted with”, and the way he is so protective of reader…oh my lord. Just brilliant. JJ is here to kill it, every fucking time. 

@darkroastjoel- A Safe Haven (series)*

Vee is extremely talented, even when she thinks otherwise. (Vee I love you so much omg). So much effort and care is put into what she writes, and I am always sitting at the edge of my seat. A Safe Haven is angsty, makes my heart flutter, and Joel is portrayed so well. Hiding a relationship while having issues in Peach’s home to help the community? Real-life anxiety. Vee’s Ellie is also one of my favorites and gives comedic relief when necessary (but also a wakeup call to Peach a lot of the time). Love love love.

@hier--soir-Back to Texas

Jessie you probably thought I was going to put your professor joel series here, and while that is so fucking good (screeching into a pillow so my husband doesn’t hear, good), this specific piece you wrote? Emotional damage. Tears, in my eyes, sniffling and trying to keep it together. It really just calls upon my daddy issues to read Joel so distraught and loving and anxious about visiting his home where he last saw Sarah. Ugh. Love you. 

@joelscruff- One Thing I’m Missing (series)*

Cat’s ability to suck you into the world she has created is insane. I highly recommend all of the things she writes, but some sweetness mixed with horniness always makes me want to just pass away. Accidentally falling asleep together? And now you BOTH can’t stop? Bye. So deliciously heart-wrenching. 

@atinylittlepain-Hungry Hearts (Series) *

Dear god this series has me crying, covering my face in embarrassment, drooling, and so much more. Summer love wrapped up with childhood crushes and bouncing back and forth between past and present? Thinking you know what’s best for the person you love and hurting them in the process? The flow of how Ginny writes keeps me on the hook no matter what she’s writing, and this is no different. I am absolutely able to lose myself in her writing and just be fully immersed, and I so so SO appreciate it.

@dev1lm4n-Porn Star Joel (series)*

Ann I swear to you, you’re the reason I am now obsessed with this “porn star” trope, specifically for Joel Miller. Joel having a secretive side job to make sure he keeps his family above water, but suddenly not able to think about anything other than reader, an exchange student living in his house? So fucking good. Sink your teeth in and just indulge. 

Frankie Morales

@pedropascalsx- Relief*

This had my gut in knots reading it. I have such a soft spot for Frankie as a character, and I remember the first time I read through this one-shot I gasped out loud at how mean you had written him. (This is a good thing, trust me). The smut is top shelf, mesmerizing.  Cristina has some of the best writing around with detail that is chef’s kiss. 

@peterhollandkait-Everthing I Know Leads Me Back to You

This is another series that I had first read when I was thinking about restarting my page, and Kait does not disappoint. The angst and heartbreak for sweet baby Frankie who is having issues is out of this world.

@javiscigarette-Just Focus on My Love*

Cami has this way about how she writes that I just consume so quickly and I don’t think I can ever stop. This one-shot called to me and calls me out at the same time for how often I will just play video games for hours. And the idea of Frankie? Coming to try and distract me? Yes please.

Javier Peña

@pascalsbby-Little Bunny*

Man, I just love Javier Peña. Whether he’s snarky and is a slut or is secretly really sweet. This one doesn’t disappoint either, with Kat having the ability to just get Javier to bring you home and on your knees…

@lokischocolatefountain -Salvation*

Married Javi and his struggles is the most insane way to get me hooked on him, but lokischocolatefountain did that. They have a whole “married javi” section of their masterlist that I find myself coming back to often!

@devilmademewriteit-Salvatore (series)*

When I was first reapproaching tumblr as a platform to write on, I came across Em’s writing. I was in the middle of watching Narcos, and it called out to me like a siren song, and I wasn’t able to stop reading it. I love a sassy Javi who is really just basically in love with you and trying to hide it, mixed in with some amazing smut. Absolutely brilliant Em!

@swiftispunk- Let Me and Use Me*

Hannah’s ability to call upon my niche needs at the moment freaks me out sometimes, because giiiirrrlllll. When I first read Let Me and the follow up Use Me, I melted into a puddle and had to be mopped up like snow being kicked off boots next to a wood stove. I will never ever EVER be over Javi P, and this two parter is reread OF-TEN. The idea that a man can read me so well, and just knows what I need? Yes please. 

Din Dijarin

@frannyzooey-Take Me To Church (Series) *

Kelli has an extensive masterlist that I have gone through a couple times (or more, ahem). Her Take Me to Church series is what made me interested in Din as a character, since I had never really watched the Star Wars saga. I have a soft spot for western AU’s that can’t be helped, so that just pushed me along as well. Kelli’s writing is always so fucking satisfying-good soup.  

@whatsnewalycat- Passenger (series) 

Aly has quite a few series that I am reading constantly. Again, never really had been interested in the Star Wars series (sue me, people) but her portrayal of Din as a truck driver and bounty hunter is so heavenly. I am typically under the covers with all the lights off reading her stuff because I get so excited and so honed in that I haven’t realized I’ve basically burrowed into my bed. 

@no-droids- Rough Day (series) *

Originally found on AO3, and I sure do loveeeeeeeee it. The wait is worth it, and the smut is spot on. I love the character growth that is shown in this series, and while I haven’t ever spoken with no-droids, I know they are insanely talented. An amazing read. 

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels

@fuckyeahdindjarin-Palomino (series) *

Cee doesn’t need a whole introduction but IMMA GIVE HER ONE. The amount of effort, and time and love she puts into her writing is shown when you’re reading on your phone, eyes barely open at 3 in the morning, telling yourself you’ll go to sleep after this next paragraph. And then of course, you don’t because something juicy is happening or you want to see how Jack is going to look lovingly at Darlin’ and you just stay up until you complete the chapter. Cee has some amazing amazing AMAZING series, and this is just one of them! 

@psychedelic-ink-Move Me, Baby *

Sil, if you don’t already know what you do to me, then here it is. You literally destroy me. This three-part series is as delectable as they come, being angsty and fluffy but also smut city babyyyyy. Sil is extremely talented and often has me questioning if I have a new kink or what exactly my deal is. 

Ezra (Prospect)

@the-ginger-hedge-witch- Adversity Western AU (Series)*

Ren. I stg. The ideas that you have send me into orbit. This is both Frankie and Ezra, but I am putting it under Ezra because the relationship between reader and Ezra is what I tend to focus on when I am reading this. Frankie’s relationship is also fascinating (and Ezra and Frankie together is extremely hot) but Ezra is written in this way that I just know is him exactly. She completely captured what Ezra’s cadence was (in my head at least) and I am infatuated with it.  

@ezrasversion-Heat*

Rue…my dear god. “Don’t stop on my account… unless of course you’d be more acquiescent to the idea of my assistance.” Like really?! I read this after I watched prospect for the first time and just about keeled over. How you captured how Ezra speaks was so spot on with the movie. So so good!

[dndeceit]

Fander Fic Rec Friday (#14)

(The Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café)

This week's fics were all written for @tsspromptmonth's November fic-writing event. There were so many amazing fics written for the event and I can't put them all here. This is a selection of some of my personal favorites...but your tastes might vary, so I definitely recommend checking out the collection for yourself.

As Above, So Below by Kiera Elieson Fantasy AU (Prinxieceit) Rating: G Janus is a lonely naga living in the wilderness. He's only able to admire his winged neighbors from afar until a storm brings them closer together. Notes: Pining and flustered first meetings.

What He Doesn't Say by DragonSaphiraReads Canonverse (Thomceit) Rating: G A very tired Janus decides to take a nap...in Thomas's bed. (He wasn't expecting to nap for long enough to get caught.) Notes: Very sweet and with so much pining. I also recommend its follow-up Those Three Words, in which cuddles ensue.

Comfort and Lies by TypicallyUntypical Gods AU (Gen) Rating: G With no one else to call on, the god of Lies reaches out to the god of Comfort in his time of need. Notes: Gen-ish maybe-Moceit with a lot of evocative imagery and feels.

Stole My Name, My Home, My Life, and... My Heart by KieraElieson 1950s AU (Anxceit) Rating: T After striking an unusual deal, Virgil's life is invaded by a stranger who proceeds to steal his identity, his job, and his home out from under him, but who, surprisingly, doesn't force him to leave. Notes: This is such an interesting scenario for a fic, I can't even. Bake King by Fandombead (MorningMist) Canonverse (Intruality) Rating: T Remus and Patton embark on a magical, late-night baking adventure. (Magical for Patton, a nightmare for everyone else.) Notes: Delightful bit of crackish fun with Remus Doing His Best to make Patton happy, and taking some creative revenge on the others along the way...

Taking Care of You by edupunkn00b Supernatural AU (Moxiety) Rating: M When his friend Virgil is turned into a vampire, Patton just hopes to use his magic to try and help him any way he can... Notes: A very sweet and angsty story with a hopeful ending.

when the rain stops by PanicAtTheEverywhere (elfzhyza) Supernatural AU (Analogical) Rating: G Logan is an ancient vampire living alone in the middle of the woods—so old that he remembers little else—until a mortal turns up wet on his doorstep during a storm. Notes: The soft sadness in Logan and his solitude in this is just beautiful.

Space Brothers by KieraElieson Space AU (Gen) Rating: T Roman and Remus are two kids abducted and for alien experimentation. Luckily for them, their paths cross with a stranger not only able but also willing to help. Notes: Classic space orcs stuff with protective brothers and protective!Janus. Also features a WIP sequel with the rest of the sides, which I'm super excited about.

I Never Cease to Wander by Ended_Flames Fantasy AU (Anxceit) Rating: T Janus is a cursed human, forced to roam to avoid the hostility of those he encounters until he finds himself in the care of an odd shapeshifter. Notes: Hurt/comfort and misunderstandings, very sweet.

Setting Instincts Aside by sleepy_novatea Giant/tiny AU (Gen) Rating: G Emile is a tiny mouse man who, after a stretch of bad luck, finds himself in need of shelter from a storm. Janus is a naga whose cave he happens to stumble upon. Notes: This one is very cute. I love Janus's brief consideration of whether Emile is to be company or a snack. Probably one of my favorites from the event (though it was also written for one of my prompts, so I might be a bit biased...).

Blessings and Curses by TypicallyUntypical Ghost AU (Loceit) Rating: T A soft morning with Janus, his husband Logan, and the ghosts that share their home. Notes: This is one starts sweet and domestic, but the unspoken story hiding below the surface is so deeply tragic and only just gets worse the longer you think about it. (Wounds were suffered reading this one and I'm still bleeding.)

(I was also a participant in this event and I had a lot of fun doing it. I plan to do a diary-style post at some point about the fics I wrote for it, including a bit of meta. In the meantime I don't like to do self-promotion in these rec-lists, but if you're interested in reading them you can find those in the collection as well.)

[the0retically]

The Suckening #9: The Monster Within:

My thoughts on the episode because oh my god??? Absolutely insane, loved it. Spoilers below :)

- Not the pheasant sounds right out of the gate

- LETS GOOOO THE MUSIC!!!! Cannot wait for the day that the soundtrack drops

- I agree with Grizz, I love the Weylin twins too, they’re so so cool

- I love this recap, it feels like a Rolled, it’s so fun

- “We have a town house” proceeds to break, Theo pleaseeeee

- Theo just has parents, we’re meeting the Collins family, oh my god

- “Ohhhhh you are less fortunate” SHILO PLEASE????

- Oh god Shilo why are you taking them to the mechanic shop, Jeffrey is gonna be so confused

- GREFGORE LETS GOOOO DEADLIFTS THE DOOR OPEN!!

- “Like my papa! :D” that was so—I love shilo so much

- Jeffrey is gonna be dead or missing isn’t he

- :) I love Grefgore

- “Emizel are you alive??” “Yeah!” “Ok good! :D”

- I love Grizz just losing it in the background

- Oh god Shilo got no successes on the self control, oh no…he can still feed and he can’t even be stealthy about it

- AND NOW EMIZEL IS JUST SINGING WHILE AT BURGER KING???

- “No I need the no whopper whopper” EMIZEL PLEASE HE JUST GRABBING THIS PERSONS HAND TO DRINK??

- Emizel is just a menace I love him

- HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A CAR HES JJST WALKING THROUGH THE DRIVE THRU

- Doctor Cross!! Aww Charlie!

- “…it’s doctor cross? What do his ears look like?” “Yeah it’s your character dude”

- Charlie sounds so exasperated by this situation

- You can’t stop Grizz from role playing a character in extreme pain and who’s screaming

- Oh Shilo is fully going after Theo,,,,,,uhhhhhh

- I do love how Bizly is describing feral Shilo though

- Oh god he’s now commanding people??

- The music is so perfect for this part, god and now Theo is commanded to help Shilo????

- HES HELPING WITH WATER!! LETS GO THEO

- Ok thank god Shilo told him to run

- Emizel still tackles him, yeah makes sense, just brotherly things

- Oh Shilo :((((

- I get what emizel is doing but shilo is mid panic attack at this point

- Emizel let the doctor go!!!

- OH HES TAKING HIM TO THE HOSPITAL??

- :(( the Theo and Emizel talk was nice it was so short but Theo trusts him!!!!

- Charlie sounds just so confused

- HAHA EMIZEL YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT COMFORTING PEOPLE WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP THIS GUY

- Kian Stone is here! Lol

- ………Theo and Emizel….I love them

- Emizel actually being honest with him is making me—like they’re just so casual and are willing to do anything for each other

- Emizel telling him to kill him though if he loses control…..kills me

- “Don’t ask me to improv” ok Condi

- “Maybe he’s taking a vacation, went to Hawaii” Jeffrey living it up in Hawaii, nice

- Shilo is in such a bad state and Emizel is just saying so much because Shilo isn’t responsive, this is so so sad

- “Are they ok?” “Yeah I fixed them up”

- Emizel :(( he’s trying his best to comfort Shilo and the running theme of having a monster inside is so sad

- God Bizly is fantastic, Shilo breaks my heart and he plays him so well

- Oh :( Shilo and Grefgore hug

- “Sorry I was not there to protect you my prince” “I didn’t need protection, they needed it from me” NOOOOOO

- God there’s someone at the hotel for emizel isn’t there

- And now emizel is leaving Grefgore and shilo,,,,,this isn’t gonna go well

- HUH??? Worms???? And now immediately attacked, at least it’s Emizel so he’ll just come back but still

- “Bonks off your hearty hide-why would I say that??” I do not know Charlie that was wild

- Deacon?? Or Hunters??

- HE BOTCHED NO

- “And his husband is me!” “And I am too, we’re a polycule!” LETS GOO CHARLIE

- Oop bye emizel beaten to death by the polycule

- “Shilo is there anything you want to do before going to bed?” “Cry!”

- SHILO VS PHEASANT OH MY GOD????? Now this is the best initiative ever in JRWI

- Wait?? It’s dead???? OH ITS BREATHING THANK GOD

- HES MAKING GREFGORE TURN THE PHEASANT?????

- This is insanity, they’re spending so much time with the pheasant and trying to turn it

- Shilo don’t use your last point of blood?? Uhhhhh shilo???? Please don’t????

- God every time they do flashbacks and it plays the past audio it’s so fun

- GRIZZ TIME

- Oh god the sunlight, Charlie give him Something please

- Oh god Arthur “what a pain…..I’m so sleepy” mood

- OH GOD ITS THE KID THAT HE YELLED AT

- Thank god this family wants to help,,,,,,,,,and Charlie rolled a one

- Please Arthur please Grizz roll well

- SUCCESS!!!! FAMILY STAR AROUND ARTHUR

- “I’m a brave boy I’m brave boy” mood

- God Charlie is making LAX so so bad, why is it this that bad

- “Arthur in the bathroom at an airport, there’s light outside!” YES LETS GO CHARLIE AND CONDI

- “I can’t-kill myself out of this one!” CONDI PLEASE

- oh god emizel, are you back with the weylin twins??

- Nope never mind hey deacon

- ……in a pit?? Deacon just let him go you don’t need all of this

- FUCK NOOOOO EDWARD IS HERE

- Charlie please I fucking hate him

- WHY DOES HE MOAN SO MUCH??? CHARLIE PLEASE STOP

- Oh!! Emizel’s sire is here!! What’s his name please!!

- “Van-papa” ??????

- “Sweaty and bloody in the pit” EDWARD PLEASE

- but!! Gabriel!!! Good name!!

- I feel like Grizz is just having the most fun as the background characters during this campaign

- CHARLIE PLEASE STOP WITH EDWARD HES SO WEIRD

- Emizel and Gabriel banter let’s GO!!!! I miss them going insane with each other

- “I have to kill you, it’s my destiny!” Gabriel you’ve been hanging with Gillion?

- YEAH EMIZEL CONVINCE GABRIEL TO WORK TOGETHER TO GET OUT

- GABE’S A LEFTIE LETS GOOO LEFTIE WIN TODAY!!!

- This combat is insane I love it

- Condi is just dying with laughter, this fight is so so bad, emizel vs Gabriel is always so so chaotic

- Hmmm is Gabe actually trying to leave with him or is he tricky him

- Nope never mind he’s not going to

- This combat was insane holy shit

- HE KILLS HIM LETS GO EMIZEL CURB STOMPS HIM

- EMIZEL WANTS A KISS FROM EDWARD????????? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

- EDWARD WAS GONNA KILL EMIZEL??? But instead just blew a kiss instead oh my god

- ALL OF HIS FANGS AND HIS TONGUE IS GONE HOLY SHIT

- Emizel stop testing Edward please

- Grefgore coming in with the blood to help Shilo!!!!

- Oh no the pheasant is out in the streets

- Awww shilo and the pheasant are friends now!!!!! IM GONNA CRY THIS IS SO CUTE

- “Ok where to next…it’s me William wisp” WIWI!!!! HES HERE AS A CAB DRIVER

- THE BOYS ARE REUNITED!!!!!

- …..wiwi is circling the street??

- Oh god emizel can’t talk

- Felipe?? Why did Arthur sound like him there

- “Sure I’d like to not be alone with my thoughts” Shilo please

- A girl pheasant!!! Pickles is such a sweet name!!!!

- Shilo is brooding with Arthur!!

- OH OUTFIT CHANGE FOR GREFGORE!!

- AND A NEW OUTFIT FOR SHILO

- WAIT SHILO CANT DRESS MODERN HOLY SHIT

- Damn sad day for imaging Shilo in regular clothes :(

- Oooh I like the coat that Arthur has

- Blood bond between Arthur and Emizel holy shit

- I love how the three of them are the kings :(((( it makes me so happy

- Fuck!! Emizel has the phone on him and of course Charlie has been taking notes on what they’ve been saying

- PLEASE to Arthur it felt like being in a frat

- “We are all monsters are we not Arthur?” “…What does that have to do with the plan?”

- Grefgore is feeling compassionate as he looks at all of them :((((((((( IM GONNA CRY I LOVE GREFGORE

- Siri jumpscare!

- “Order is him being gone and us too, but he’s a good start” oh I’m terrified if that’s foreshadowing please don’t let all of them die

- But GOD bizly is popping off with these monologues I love them

- “Nobody is born a monster” I love that Arthur said that, that’s perfect for him

- HA PLEASE I LOVE THAT GRIZZ SAID NO JUST BECAUSE HE WANTS TO INTERACT WITH THE WEYLIN TWINS

- “So I don’t plan to leave again” “please don’t” oh they’re gonna make me cry

- “I need to talk to the sheriff” “she’s out right now!” “I need to talk to the…secret sheriff” ARTHUR PLEASE

- Bizly getting so upset that Deacon isn’t actually the sheriff and the badge doesn’t mean anything is so funny

- Noooooooooo not a sex motel again

- Grefgore just placing Emizel in a bellhop cart PLEASE

- Oh my god wanting to make Keanu Reeves’s house their base of operations is so fucking funny

- The numbers are so close!!! Deacon where are you?

- This is chaos

- NOOO they gotta make the Edward face to unlock the phone

- The numbers are just one off :((((

- BIZLY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT ABOUT EDWARD

- OH THANK GOD

- NOOOOOO

- “I’m blushing, the blood bond took over” shilo pleaseee

- CHARLIE WHERE IS DEACON

- ……….they only have the Edward phone AND GREFGORE HAS ARTHURS CARD

- PLEASE SHILO DOMINATING THIS RANDOM PERSON “one billion points!”

- They have to roll for Deacon and Edward constantly please

- Shilo not knowing how phones work is so fucking funny

- Shilo doesn’t understand a voicemail :((((

- THEY WERE ONE AWAY CHARLIE PLEASE

- NOOOOOO EDWARDS BACK FUCK

- This is sooooo

- Deacon please be on the roof

- FUCK NOOOOO they gotta cause chaos to get his attention

- EDWARDS ON THE ROOF INSTEAD

- I HATE HIM I HATE HIM BUT HES SO FUNNY

- LIKE I HATE EDWARD BUT ALSO LOVE HIM

- “Today I’m wearing velcro” EDWARD???? PLEASE

- SHILO MIMICKING EDWARD IS SO FUNNY

- ……..Arthur wants to set off fireworks????

- Is the Edward phone even going to work??

- THERES A MOAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RINGING

- DEACON???? HI!!!!! NOOOOO ITS VOICEMAIL

- THEY DONT EVEN LEAVE A VOICEMAIL THEYRE SO STUPID THEYRE THE TWO WORST ONES FOR THIS EMIZEL YOU NEED TO MODERNIZE THEM

- Sex motel time!!

- Condi…..what

- “Sucking Cells” Condi what the fuck??

- Charlie “I actually don’t like your answer I’m asking someone else” MOOD CHARLIE

- HE ROLLED A 10 ITS PRISON AND WORM THEMED OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

- This is awful, this is so bad, why is this motel like it

- Charlie wondering if the motel has room service and the boys immediately going “there’s guards, prison has guards” IM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING IM SITTING DOWNSTAIRS WITH MY FAMILY I CANT LOSE IT RIGHT NOW

- Charlie sounds so defeated, like he really did just go back on the bit

- The midnight circle!! Emizel has his tongue back! Let’s gooooo

- Edward fucking hell he’s back

- HE OWNS THE SEX MOTEL???

- ………….emizel please don’t throw the phone away

- OH GOD HES THROWING IT

- Ok Griffith park time

- oh?? Deep purple robes and floating down from the air?? —they’re dancing??

- Emizel is so funny I love him

- “You need to take a chill pill” SHILO PLEASE

- oh no, they all turn to shilo, aww :(( Arthur puts his arm in front of shilo to protect him

- Oh god they have to prove they trust each other

- CHARLIE IS MAKING THEM DO AN IMPROV GAME NOW?? One word story are you kidding me

- God bizly is so excited but this is gonna go so so bad

- Charlie doesn’t even let them we really talk about

- Etc. is so smart, let’s go emizel

- …….I miss Viv and Vex

- But I love this device that Charlie is using here because the boys Really haven’t talked about their goals and what they want yet

- The one word story has the same energy as the murder mystery party

- Please just end the sentence this is insane

- NOOOO ARTHUR USES THE MULLIGAN

- “Tell us the secrets of our curse” LETS GO?? I love that

- Oh?? They aren’t on the ground??

- Oooooh they have to be invited into the circle that’s so cool!!!!!!

- LOVED THAT EPISODE!!!

[fromtheboundlesssea]

So I came up with a wild idea that is probably not original and am too lazy to check to see if anyone else has thought about it.

But what if, while conquering the realms, Aegon also took extra “wives” to better connect his kingdoms? He does not take a Durrandon wife though as the marriage between Argella and Orys proceeds with canon.

Will I eventually do something with it? I have no idea.

Aegon I Targaryen (27)

Aegon is a rather solitary man, with his only friend being his bastard half-brother Orys Baratheon. While a great warrior, he views fighting as a necessity rather than a source of entertainment and never participates in tourneys. Although he wished to remain faithful to his sisters, he understood that marrying women of his kingdoms would bring stability to his reign—especially since he is yet to have an heir.

Visenya Targaryen (29)

Visenya is known to be a stern woman who does not yield easily to the follies of womanhood. She is considered to be an unforgiving woman, however if a person has gained her trust, she becomes fiercely protective. She is considered to be the true power behind Aegon’s throne and her brother’s most trusted advisor.

Rhaenys Targaryen (26)

Rhaenys is the more openly kindhearted amongst her siblings. However, she has an impulsive nature that leads to some jealousy once other wives are deemed necessary to uniting the realm. She is a lover of the arts and when she isn’t riding her dragons, she is spending time with her husband or composing songs or poetry.

Lelia Lannister (35)

Leila is the widowed older sister of the last Lannister King of the Rock. She is pragmatic and has a head for politics. She is often in the company of Visenya, helping advise her on the culture of Westeros and how best to use it to their political advantage as Aegon begins his duties as king over the entire continent. She is unable to have children.

Jeyne Arryn (34)

Jeyne is the aunt of the last King of the Mountain and the Vale. She is a very serious woman who is rather pragmatic about the effects a forced subjugation of a country can be. She rarely smiled and tends to keep to herself and only seems to respect her husband and his first wife.

Alarra Stark (27)

Alarra is the younger sister of the last King in the North. She tends to the weirwood sapling she brought from the North and is attuned to the old gods. Alarra is a pleasant woman who enjoys songs and it is believed that she is a greenseer. She has a more neutral stance within the family, but spends much of her time with Rhaenys.

Asha Greyjoy (26)

Asha is the niece of Harren the Black and a great fighter in her own right. She is in charge of the protection of the royal family as Visenya sets up a guard to attend to those matters. She is rather solemn and prefers to spend her time in the training yard where she occasionally spars with her husband and Orys Baratheon. In truth, she has no interest in men and only seeks the adventurous opportunities being the wife of the king can provide.

Elinor Tyrell (19)

Elinor is the daughter of the new Lord of Highgarden. She is a confident young woman sent to help her family rise higher than they are now. She has always known she was destined for more, being the wife of the king and possible mother to his future heir is exactly the thing she needs to attain the destiny she longs for. She spends much of her time with Rhaenys, although it is more so both women can keep an eye on one another.

Celia Tully (17)

Celia is the youngest daughter of the new Lord Paramount of the Trident. She is the youngest of King Aegon’s wives and is seen as a more neutral party and passes along messages to the other prominent ladies of court. She is often called “the littlest sister” by the other wives and even occasionally her husband. Celia has little interest in politics or the so called “baby race” and prefers to curl up in the vast library and read.