#but still he needs to leave Alice alone lmao

[soup-or-who-lock]

40 year old Nick: When was the last time the 4 of us hung out?

Kat: 👀

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire us • l.n c.l ❞ i

part two

➪ life changed after you decided to go through it as a single woman, offering your daughter the best life she deserves, focusing on work, friends and family but damn, that guy.

➪ life is good and so is your 'friendship' with lando

➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ book two is here & im so so sorry it took so long :( this takes place 2/3 years after desire. I kept the taglist from the first part of this series but let me know if you don't want to be tagged anymore. Comments and feedback are welcome <3 **I fucked up with Shangai gp and Suzuka, please pretend you never saw that 😭

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y/nusername meeting manon's mini 👶🏻

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norrizz welcome to the world manon's mini! <3

milliexoxo he's here! Will drop by soon 💙

↳ manon_roux still in florida with your boy?

milliexoxo yessss ☺

logansargeant what's his name, logan?

manon_roux boy you wish :')

logiebear still not over the fact logan is a part of this silly ass friend group 😂

norry4 congrats to Manon & Alice 🍼

joris__trouche bienvenue petit garçon 💙 (welcome baby boy)

landooooo zoe would make a great big sister 👀

↳ carlandooo bet lando would love to volunteer 👀

landooooo lando give y/n a 2nd baby pls 😭

norrisgp what the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?

landonorris thanks for the nephew 💙

landonorris his name's lando right?

↳ alicedidier 🖕

landonorris classy

yukisan MANON HAD A BABY?!

↳ landoscar girl her and her wife have a whole football team already 💀

yukisan WIFE?!

charles_leclerc bébé, tu es déjà tellement aimé 👶🏻💙 (baby boy, you're so loved already)

leclerc_16 all these men in the comments having massive baby fever lmao

charlos16 I personally think Charles and y/n should give zoe a sibling

↳ norry4 leave them alone jfc

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📍 Australia

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y/nusername straya 🇦🇺

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oscarpiastri would've given you a tour if you'd told me you were here

↳ y/nusername I've been here before, I know my way around :')

oscarpiastri I guess what i'm trying to ask is; do you want to hang out?

y/nusername no, I only want to hang out with lily

oscarpiastri that's fair and totally understandable

landoscar I love them your honor 😭

norrizz just two girlie girls living their best lives 🥺

charles_leclerc c'est définitivement ta fille 😂 (definitely the your daughter)

↳ arthur_leclerc deux divas (two divas)

y/nusername tu devrais peut-être te regarder dans le miroir une seconde ;) (maybe you should look in the mirror for a second)

joris__trouche trois divas dont Arthur 😂 (three divas including Arthur)

y/nusername fais-en quatre parce que tu es le plus grand de tous 🤣 (make that four because you are the biggest one of them all)

norry4 can't wait to see your pretty face on TV again <3

milliexoxo thanks for the invite..

↳ y/nusername you're welcome 😘

logansarge mom abandoning her child again lol

hamilt44n pls continue to humble Danica this season 😂

sharl16 I'm counting 3 adorable koalas in this post 🐨

landonorris do you want to build a snowman?

↳ y/nusername no

landonorris oh ☹️

y/nlando please y'all still so cute :(

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y/nusername osc & co.

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mrsnorris interesting

oscarpiastri knew I was being watched

norrisfour in the mclaren garage again? Interesting indeed 👀

↳ bott_ass she was in Oscar's side of the garage, calm your tits

norrizz yall need to chill out, she's with mclaren, ferrari and williams most of the time. She's friends with their drivers. Give it a break.

logansarge what the hell millie, a mclaren hoodie?! 😭

↳ milliexoxo I'm sorry, it was the first thing I found in y/n her suitcase!

landoscar it's alright bestie, we know it's your favorite team <3

milliexoxo don't tell my bf :(

charlos16 dinner with lando you say?

maxfnorris where's zoë?

↳ sharl16 she's got a dad too yknow?

maxfnorris I never see them together

sharl16 then you need a pair of glasses cause youre blind as shit, Charles loves to show off his daughter 💀

landonorris starting to feel you're a bit obsessed with osc

↳ y/nusername just a bit?

landonorris a bit too much

manon_roux same 🥰

y/nusername yeah, don't you just want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair?

manon_roux i just want to kidnap him and put him in my basement

oscarpiastri this is getting weird now, should I be worried?

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manon_roux

What are you doing in London?

I mean I know why you're in London but want to see if you're going to be secretive about it again 😂

y/nusername

?

manon_roux

No shame in visiting the people you'll call your in laws in a couple of months 😉

y/nusername

Don't you have a newborn to look after?

manon_roux

He's taking a nap

If he let's me, I'll have 20-30 minutes to annoy you

Are you staying at his place?

y/nusername

I hope Noah keeps you up at night

manon_roux

He's got a one bedroom flat, right?

y/nusername

He's got a couch

manon_roux

lol and who's sleeping on it? You?

He's not letting you sleep on his couch and you're not letting him sleep on the couch either

y/nusername

People can sleep in the same bed without anything going on

We did it before

manon_roux

we never dated nor do we still have feelings for each other

y/nusername

I'm glad you know how I feel

manon_roux

Bubs you're an open book to me, it's written all over your face

Even your baby daddy is trying to get you two back together

y/nusername

what?

manon_roux

oh c'mon charles is trying so damn hard to get you and lando back together, don't play dumb with me 😂

you meeting up with mum and dad norris? 🥰

y/nusername

You've been hanging out with millie too much

manon_roux

and you've been hanging out with my wife too much because why are you ignoring my questions?

y/nusername

Suck my nonexistent dick babes

manon_roux

I tried for years babes but turns out your into British goblins :(

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 7 part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

ah yes, episode 7, a notoriously low stakes one that people are not emotionally invested in whatsoever. a mere 9.1 on IMDB, nothing to write home about.

we start with lilia dying, because life and death are a never ending cycle. and also because the people who made this show are evil

she's like a teardrop. good fucking shot.

meanwhile billy is marching on, puffing his chest, all stone faced. agatha is pretending to be a nice little guy, to make friends.

she's really TRYING, okay?

rio's busy reaping alice's soul, but we don't reveal that until later. and LMAO agatha being all like, I'm gonna be OPEN and HONEST and a good ment- except for that I donwannatalkabouthat

agatha after she babysits a little boy once, scares him shitless and tries to kill his mom: we CLEARLY had a connection there

that poor little dash in the subtitles. fighting for its life to convey the chasm of time she leaves between ex and best friend

LET'S HEAR IT FOR REBECCA WHO RAISED THIS BOY FOR FAR LONGER THAN WANDA OR AGATHA EVER DID

but the unfortunate fact is, wanda still is his mother. or rather, she's the witch who thoughtlessly created him and left a big scar in her wake. he has to deal with all that.

marvel's powers that be: wanda maximoff is definitely dead-dead

jac schaeffer and co. every chance they get: she sure is!!! *big fat kathryn hahn wink at the camera*

if they ever do a 'marvel most iconic line' poll we as a fandom are voting for this one. just to be clear.

I saw some reactors going ooooh it's ho***rts. HOW DARE YOU SIR. that's the wicked witch castle. billy maximoff would never.

I've been asking myself WHY agatha simply doesn't tell billy about the nature of the Road, not even now that everything else is out in the open. the only answer I can come up with is that the Road is real and it's here and deadly, it's not in any way an illusion. and since the Road is linked to billy's emotional state, we dont' want him to go ballistic one he realizes he's been killing witches. agatha has decided she can only soldier through at this point and get herself and billy's home, they can talk about the implications later. yes, she's really scared of what billy can do.

I've also been trying to figure out the moon phases:

Full moon - water phase, blue, Jen.

Waning moon - fire phase, red, Alice.

Blood moon or lunar eclipse (still a full moon): spirit phase, purple, Agatha

Waxing moon: air phase, yellow, Lilia

New moon: earth phase, green, Rio

so we get full moon, waning, full moon again, waxing, new moon. they're completely out of order??

this whole trial is the equivalent of billy calling lilia a slur. no fr it's billy repeatedly beating lilia over the head with a stick and going, reCLAIM IT RECLAIM THE DAMN SLUR YOU WITCH

i find kathryn hahn as the wicked witch of the west alarmingly hot and i don't know what that says about me

billy is like, i effin KNEW I'd look this good. oh god, the Road was just an excuse to cosplay as maleficent all along

i love how these two find themselves alone for five minutes and immediately proceed to BUTCHER a trial. i'm overusing tumblr lingo these days and all, but I still gotta say it: there is one single braincell in this whole coven and lilia has it. it's like leaving two children in charge

a cursory google search tells me the two sphinxes represent light and darkness, you need to learn how to control both for the chariot to move forward

she always is!! sort of. kind of. mostly.

agatha, who's about as spiritual as a q-tip: how hard caN THIS BE

I can totally see her as a con artist counting cards in vegas

somehow I cannot picture evanora homeschooling her. or sending her to school at all, for that matter. you know this bitch is self-taught.

someone with more time than me should totally check if there's any rhyme or reason to the cards these two buffoons drew

I'm gonna end this entry with lilia's eyes again so it's another nice circle. a fun little ouroboros!

damn patti has such big doe eyes

go to episode 7 part 2

[atopvisenyashill]

Sorry for being annoying in here again lol. I was just thinking that TG Is always saying that Rhaenyra never did something in the war and never leaded in battle, unlike Aegon did. But for me i don't think people Are seeing the whole thing? I mean, Yes, Aegon went into battle but i think that It did more Bad than good because Aegon was inexperienced in battle unlike Aemond or Daemon, and the two times he went he ended up with mortal wounds and paralitic. I don't think It is quite the good thing to point at, when You Are fighting a war for succesion and endangers the person that You Are doing the war for.

yes lmao that's why jacaerys is having a lil meltdown when rhaenyra sneaks out - if she dies everything is lost. and this is something they even point out in the books and main show; meera and jojen remind bran constantly that he can't be starving himself because if they lose him they lose everything. tyrion points that out to dany late in the series too, and that's the reason why joncon is very nervous about young griff leading the fight in the stormlands. it's one thing when your leader is a conqueror and leading the fight like robert or aegon i and it's quite another when everything depends on your leader surviving. this is why jaehaerys doesn't lead many actual battles throughout his life - it's left to older, more seasoned warriors or his sons. there's a very specific type of person that can lead from the front and frankly, neither rhaenyra nor aegon are that type of person and in that type of conflict. its too much risk and not enough reward.

and yeah aegon tries to do this and it leads to direct bad consequences for him because - and this is true! - war is dangerous alsdjfl. and war with dragons, especially considering the size of the dragons hanging around during the dance, is especially dangerous. not just vhagar, but meleys, sunfyre, syrax, seasmoke, even vermax, these are all dragons that are comparable in size to a blue whale, which is thee biggest animal on earth. and a lot of these dragons have also lived through wars! again, not just vhagar, but meleys, caraxes, seasmoke, you can probably argue dreamfyre here as well, have all been used in battle. aegon & sunfyre and rhaenyra & syrax rushing off into any sort of battle without a shitton of backup is deeply silly as an idea and both alicent and jacaerys are right to push back on it. it's like what ned says to robert when robert wants to enter the lists - they're the monarchs. they can't just do these things on a whim and there are certain things they should not do for their safety and the safety of everyone around them.

i think it shows that the greens have absolutely zero control over aegon that he manages to get himself into that situation in both the book and the show - he never should have gone to rook's rest, not when they only have him and aemond to protect the city (since no one considers helaena & dreamfyre real protection). yeah sure the greens have the biggest dragon but the blacks have way more. whereas i think jacaerys, rhaenys, and the council being able to reign rhaenyra in (and rhaenyra being smart enough to get mysaria to actually sneak into the city without her dragon) shows that the black council has a handle on rhaenyra (and daemon - yeah he flies off to pout but he doesn't leave dragonstone undefended nor does he carelessly use caraxes in the riverlands) and her impulses and any small council worth their weight should have a handle on the random impulses of the person they're serving.

(i am interested in if that changes - if rhaenyra and syrax rush off to fight, or if there will be some sort of tie of baela being left alone with moondancer on dragonstone to show that the blacks have officially spiraled out of control).

but it's also like. well. rhaenyra just had a difficult birth like of course she wasn't fire and blood-ing in the books, she's still healing! and after the gullet, she just objectively needs to stay in king's landing to protect the city. the fact that aemond wastes the only other battle ready dragon and rider in a fit (/risks the only other dragon and rider in a stupid battle) so either he has to be in kl constantly with vhagar or kl is left practically undefended is stupid. moondancer and baela (and morning and rhaena) are not enough to defend a whole city, and with caraxes, vermithor, and silverwing all elsewhere and arrax, meleys, and vermax dead, rhaenyra is the only deterrent to an army marching on king's landing and taking it. there's a reason the goofy prank works to unseat the greens and it's because they were acting goofy as hell with how they managed their dragons.

[shurisu]

Wait, Shurisu is the ship name between Shun and Alice?

I remember when Bakugan was airing and I would look for the episodes in YouTube and I would stumble upon ship amvs of Shun and Alice, even one where they claimed they would kiss later in S1 (obviously fake).

I distinctly remember it being one of the most popular ships in the fandom, but was the series hinting and building a possible relationship or friendship between the two and then dropped it later seasons? Or was it more of a fandom invention?

I wish Alice hadn’t been dropped as a character just to see how Shun came into terms with her being Masquerade. Is that something Shurisu as a ship has explored?

Yes it's the combination of Shun+Arisu (Alice's romanisation in JP) . Shalice was also a common name but I think Shurisu sounds better.

About them kissing I have an idea why. If you know Inesidora, she used to make lots of beautiful Shurisu fanarts. She would use a similar artstyle to bakugan's own for them, so people would share her art as spoilers 😂

Shurisu wasn't one of the most popular ships, it was THE most popular ship.There was literally no competition.Even when s4 was airing people were still waiting Alice to come back.Even right now talking about this like it was ages ago feels so weird to me but I know fandom changed so much since then

Ah little me knew and claimed the ship the moment i saw them 😄I still remember very clearly watching the intro for ep 1 for the first time(where Dan introduces us the brawlers) I looked at Dan and Runo and said "oh mc and his love interest?" and seeing Shun and Alice right after, fireworks went up inside my brain. I was like "and this is the couple that will steal the show" I wasn't completely wrong at least lol

In all seriousness though i think, the creators definitely had the intention to make them a couple but dropped it later.

Shun and Alice are both similar, so they are also very different compared to the rest of the team. I think that was intentional.They are both raised by their grandfathers,Shun was trained to be ninja and Alice was also learning under her scientist grandfather.Both are very smart, act mature for their age but also lonely inside.The difference is Alice was masking it (no pun intended🎭) with her more bubbly front. I think Alice also knew how similar they truly were.She was one of the very few people who could see through him and those who could, had already known him for a very long time unlike her(Shiori, Skyress and Dan)

She could sense his mood or what's going on inside his head despite the tough act he puts on.Also the time he wanted to leave the team and she went back after him,her words got to him because she told what he needed to hear,because she could understand how he was feeling.

Maybe not much important but it also always piqued my interest how we would see them together even on most random shots because apart from that, Shun would be pictured either alone or further back in group shots.

Like this moment before the last battle,they were at the opposite sides of the city,how did they end up together?

I think Shurisu was intended to be the opposite of the main couple in mind. In contrast to Dan and Runo's childishness, they would be the mature ship.Why I think they dropped later is that

1)They didn't know what to do with Alice later on so they wrote her off

2)They also didn't seemed to know how to handle Shun any better so decided to keep him as a loner and made being a "loner" his only character trait.

Which I think is very sad because they both individually and together had a lot of potential(not gonna drag this one i know y'all hear me keep talking about this lmao)

About her being Masquerade,We at least know Shun accepts her like the rest of group but since last arc focused more on the battles there was no focus on relationship or characters.And on NV Alice had limited appearance while Shun was on Vestroia most of the time. Through the whole season only once they seemed to be in the same room together (when they send Shun to vestroia via Michael's teleporter) and I belive that's where this pic came from?

Tl,dr; i think they were definitely made to be canon.But even if the creators were to came up today and claim they had no intention like that at all,it still wouldn't change anything for me.What matters is the characters dynamic.When you compare how they act like with eachother and with others and also look at their characters it becomes more clear. "The kind boy who puts on a tough act because he is troubled" and "The cheerful girl who is also troubled inside" is an old but loved dynamic afterall.So that's what drew a lot people in.

[daenystheedreamer]

the hotd fandom on twitter (and ao3) is actually making me go insane.

i have no idea why the poor boy who plays Bastard #2 son of rhaenyra was targeted like that by adult fans of the show but it genuinely feels like a fever dream.

the casting announcement for alicent’s brother was announced yesterday i think and immediately you can see people shipping him with luke which is ???

like at this point they have to admit they just have a weird fascination with this 16-year-old actor and are obsessed with shipping him with conventionally attractive adult men but the fact that it’s so spread and normalized in this fandom makes me feel like i’m being gaslighted like is this not wrong? guys?? idk? what gets me is that they specifically use the child actor. they saw a kid hanging out and having no personality and turned him into the Uke Supreme i just don’t get it

i feel like it all boils down to the got fandom generally being so male obsessed because the same people who bash alicent and the actress who plays her then turn around and write fanfic about idfk aegon and daemon being their self-insert’s malewives which i think is fine but when you look at the whole picture it’s soo telling. lmao.

yeah its vile. im mostly live and let live, i cultivate what i see online and avoid what i know will make me upset + when i wanna be a hater im choosing to look at that stuff. but like the line is drawn when youre just being weird to a minor. there's this movie, death in venice, about a man becoming obsessed with this pretty male youth. and ironically, or perhaps darkly fittingly, the 15yo actor for tadzio (the youth, the actor's name is bjorn andresen) was made deeply uncomfortable with the experience due to continued sexual harassment because people could not fucking leave him alone. and it's terrible, it's horrible! there's a documentary (haven't seen it though) about his experiences called The Most Beautiful Boy in the World. also if you're into japanese pop culture, you'll see he's an influence on shoujo/yaoi/bishounen/sh*ta which should tell u everything u need to know.

essentially what I'm getting at is no matter what people say about fiction vs reality, i personally believe the line should be drawn at depictions of real life children. its the tadzio thing again plus i have no doubts if they were doing this to an underage actress it would be frowned upon by the exact same people being gross.

you're into the character/dynamic, you like yaoifying it, okay! it's not my place to judge if its okay to take pleasure in it either. live and let live but i can still think its gross. youre very clearly drawing this minor sensually/sexually and are oddly fixated on him. it's uncomfortable but sometimes you just have to take a look at yourself and recognise you're doing something kinda fucked up. its okay and sometimes necessary to recognise that you are a selfish being with selfish desires that are wrong sometimes, youre not evil but you can engage with it maturely. like idk i just dont think its 'neopuritan' or whatever the fuck to think the cp, even drawn, is gross.

ALSO EDIT: i am not cancelling death in venice the book or the film for being problematic. it is fiction. i hear theyre great actually. bjorn andresen and the kid from hotd however, are real life people. thats the part i think is gross. just before anyone calls me puritan and homophobic or whatever the fuck

[vxntagedior]

Hi forgot to add in the request I just sent in about the poly!marauders and reader when she’s at girls night but when she dances w the girls when they first get there she’s doing these like super hot dance moves with lily or Marlene and they get really turned on and then when she drags them to dance she does the moves with them and they’re in awe of how she can dance like that. This is all basically a retelling of a dream I had lmao

hot in here

pairing | poly!marauders x fem!reader

warning | fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a boner

word count | 660

You loved girls night, especially after you started dating James, Sirius and Remus. It wasn’t that you hated being with them constantly, you liked having some time with your girlfriends, something that hadn’t really happened as often anymore. 

Each of you had your own relationships, and never got to catch up as much. 

Girls night was usually a whole day, going to breakfast together, out to Hogsmeade or staying in and just gossiping and talking until the moon rises. 

Music played from the radio, all of you moving your furniture out of the way to have more room. Raiding your stash of firewhiskey, you, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Alice and Dorcas were well past drunk. 

Meanwhile on the other side of the commons, the three boys were moping around their own bedroom, just waiting for you to come back. 

“I miss Y/n.” James cried, flopping down on his bed, Sirius agreeing with him. Looking up to his mate, Sirius had a playful glimmer in his eye, one he always had when they did pranks.

“Leave her alone.” Remus said not even looking up from his book, “Let her have some time to herself.”

“She’s not alone.” Sirius protested, “She can have girls night with us.”

Finally looking up from his book, Remus gave Sirius a blank stare, not needing to say anything. “Don’t.”

Ignoring what Remus said, both boys scrambled out of their own dorm, making their way towards yours. 

The music could be heard from the hallway, the radio loud. They could hear voices coming from your room, Remus following James and Sirius before they did something to get them in trouble. 

Remus did miss you but knew that it was important to you about spending time with the girls. 

Finally reach your door, Sirius was the one to knock, no one came to the door, he knocked a little harder this time. 

Mary had been the one to open the door, her smile draining a bit when she saw the three of them. 

“Y/n.” Mary whined, leaving the door open. James was able to peek his head in, his eyes widening at the sight. 

Alice had her hands on your hips, guiding your hips against hers. Your head was thrown back on her shoulder, your arms moving freely. 

In your moment you hadn’t noticed your boyfriends slip in. 

“Sirius!” Lily shrieked, shocked at seeing him, that seemed to catch your attention, looking over to see the three of them in the room. 

It was probably because you were still drunk that you smiled, launching yourself towards Sirius. Catching you, placing his hands on your waist, Sirius steadied you, trying to speak to you but you continued to dance. 

Remus and James just stood wide eyed seeing you grinding your ass against Sirius, who was trying to get a boner in front of everyone. Neither of them had seen you like this, and were trying to act civil while you were dancing. 

“Come,” You beckoned to both James and Remus, James looking over at Remus before joining the two of you. 

Wrapping your arms around James’s neck, he just smiled sheepishly at Sirius. 

“Remmy please.” You pleaded, the boy shaking his head no once again. 

The rest of the girls had moved to the other side of the room, dancing with each other, leaving you alone. 

“You have fun?” James asked. You just nodded. 

Not knowing how long the three of you were dancing, Remus was the one to pull you apart, bringing you back to their dorm. 

Humming the entire way back, attached to Remus who had his arm wrapped around your waist, you rested your head on his bicep.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head. 

Sitting on the bathroom counter, Remus had been moving around, wiping off your makeup. 

“You gonna like that for me next time?” He said cheekily. 

You gave him a drunken smile, agreeing rapidly.

[alicentsgf]

could you please elaborate more on the daemon loving/being interested in rhaenyra because she was the closest thing to viserys?

Yes I can 😌

Daemon suffers from the same debilitating disease as every other man in HOTD - an inability to see (high-born) women as anything other than extensions of their fathers or husbands. The way Viserys relates to Rhaenyra is all about his own selfish feelings, and he so easily accepts Alicent into an advisory role when shes only 15 probably because at least in part he's seeing Otto. Otto basically sees Alicent as an extra limb of his own body, and he likely sees Rhaenyra as an extension of Viserys - he probably ensured Alicent was made her companion for that reason. Daemon also sees Alicent as an extension of Otto and thats why he uses her to taunt Otto at the tourney - asking Alicent for her favour was Daemon all but mockingly asking for Otto's. And in every move Daemon made with Rhaenyra, not just the neck-grabbing scene, you could feel Viserys presence.

This man is obsessed with his brother. He spends pretty much Viserys' whole life desperately trying to get his brother's attention/force himself into a position of trust. He wants Viserys love and admiration so badly he will tear other people apart for it. His violent nature itself is his love for Viserys made manifest, as well as an outlet through which to vent his frustrations over Viserys dismissal. As a second son he stood to inherit nothing, but if he could be the finest warrior... perhaps he could convince Viserys he was worthy of a place at his side. He was the one rallying an army to fight for Viserys throne before the great council /for his brother/. If he kills and maims all the criminals in Kings Landing then (not only does it feel good) but to his mind he's doing a service /for his brother/. Then, when spurned, he fights a war to prove to himself he doesn't need Viserys... only to run right back when he wins in the hope of a pat on the head.

Where he respects Viserys, his relationship with Rhaenyra stinks of grooming and flippant disregard; She's a game. She's a distraction. She's a means to an end. He plays with her because, in her youth especially, she makes him feel powerful and desired, all the while reminding him of Viserys. But she's still not Viserys, and he happily leaves her vulnerable and alone in a dangerous situation on a whim. He gambles with her future for his own gain, and lets Viserys believe he took her virginity just for the chance of being Rhaenyra's consort… because if he's Rhaenyra's consort then Viserys can't send him away from court anymore, not without sending Rhaenyra away too. His place would be at Viserys' heir's side. Who cares if he ruins Rhaenyra's life, if it gets him one step closer to Viserys. And Viserys understood it wasn't (just) lust for Rhaenyra that drove Daemon to do such a thing, but it wasn't the throne he was after either - he only ever wanted to be Viserys' Hand. It's what he's always wanted. He tells Viserys this. He wants to be the person his brother relies on. But Viserys keeps removing him from the council and sending him away… so how is he supposed to prove himself worthy? 

I wonder… why did Daemon run from the brothel? I certainly believe he meant to go through with it, he'd let it go far enough, and there's no doubt he wanted Rhaenyra. It looked like guilt to me. Maybe a hint of confusion? (Maybe he'd just never experienced guilt before lmao). (Edit: Going off what someone just told me in the notes I had an ephiphany: In that moment hes only too aware of Rhaenyra's desire and the fact that she actually wants him. Here is this representation of Viserys in front of him Wanting him which he's never truly experienced and the lack of control over the situation and the guilt and desire and conflict is all just fucking with his mind to the point where he has to run away and drink himself into a stupor.)

Daemon is as Targaryen as they come. His parents and grandparents were siblings. He's grown up in this environment where friendships between siblings of the opposite gender are immediately sexualised. If Daemon had been born a girl, he would have no doubt been married off to Viserys. What does that knowledge do to a person? Especially when Daemon is (according to the cut scenes anway) canonically bisexual.

Whether he "desires" Viserys, or ever did, in any normal sense is kind of irrelevant, because this situation is not normal; we're literally talking about a man pursuing his niece because of a psychosexual fixation on his own brother. It's about the Targaryen sexualisation of sibling bonds. It's about the deeply rooted misogyny present in Daemon Targaryen. He can't fully invest in any partner he has; he's too misogynistic to see any woman as an entire person, and too Targaryen to emotionally invest in someone outside his own family. Not to mention the fact he finds power and having control too sexually alluring to consider what his own brother represents as King anything less than erotically enthralling.

Daemon has this sense that he was always meant for Viserys and he just can't shake it. On some level he knows that in another life he would have been Viserys' Queen, but in this life he can't have that. He tries to get as close to that reality as he can, but Viserys denies him. So he focuses on Rhaenyra; if his brother won't take him on as Hand or keep him as his heir then he can be Rhaenyra's consort, he can be Rhaenyra's Hand, he can give Rhaenyra heirs. He spends so much of his existence using Rhaenyra to desperately grasp at all the pieces of that other life with Viserys he might still be able to reach. Is it any wonder that when Rhaenyra reveals Viserys thought even less of Daemon than he believed, he lashes out at her - the person he's always seen as a substitute for the man he really wanted.

[star-girl69]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do Aemond with a reader who has panic attacks? Like how he would comfort them. Also, do you think Aemond has panic attacks?

ok i just did this in headcannon form bc i thought that would be easiest but i added in some paragraphs so like the best of both worlds lmao anyways i hope you all enjoy!

also tysm anon for requesting i absolutely loved this

reminder: my requests are open for aemond, daemon, rhaenyra, and daemyra x reader!!!

warnings: alcohol, reader and aemond gets drunk, aegon gets drunk, aegon being an ass, aemond being possessive and a little crazy but we still love him

Aemond Comforting His Lover

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Reader Having a Panic Attack and Aemond Comforting Her:

Growing up as the daughter of a high-ranking lord, being in the spotlight was expected of you. Of course, you didn’t have to like it.

Being one of the younger children your parents had, and a girl, you were often allowed to skip out on feasts and other things, instead preferring to spend the evening alone or with your handmaidens.

You despised the spotlight.

So when Aemond made you his sun, his star, his sky, you didn’t know how to react at first. You expected to wilt at his attention and praise, but you slowly found yourself opening up to him, and his family.

You reminded Alicent of better days, and you didn’t shy away from Helaena and her bugs, simply understanding the way she recluses into the shadows.

Slowly, Aemond became yours and you became his.

It would be the night of some random feast celebrating some battle, and Alicent had entrusted you with the task of saying a speech at the feast.

You assured her you would love too, even as Aemond’s calculating eye trailed over you.

And you really thought you could do it.

It wasn’t until the night of the feast, a few minutes before the royal family would be announced and take their seats, that you realized the gravity of your situation.

You shoved yourself into a small chamber, some random room ladies utilized to take tea, and felt your breathing quicken and tears fall.

The door opened with a creak, and you looked up.

Aemond stared at you with a blank face, twking in your fear-stricken face, tears creating puddles at the neckline of your dress.

He told himself to give you space. You were in a state, and he didn’t want to worsen it. But it hurt him to see you like this.

“Aemond,” you whispered, and his resolve broke.

He guided you to sit with him on the couch, stroking your hair and whispering to you.

“Tell me what’s wrong, lovely. Whatever it is, I’ll help you, I promise.”

Eventually the whole story came out through choked sobs and erratic breathing, and Aemond’s faced hardened.

“My heart aches for you, my love.” His fingertip traced your face. “I cannot imagine what you’re feeling right now. But, the solution to this is simple.”

“What, Aemond? What could possibly fix this?”

“You don’t do it. I forbid you to do it. You’re my love, mine. I won’t let you feel this way.”

“I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“You could never do that, my love.” You looked at him with a smile as he kissed the ends of your fingers, smirk adorning his lips.

Really, I think Aemond would just be the sweetest. He really does care for you, and feels like your are his and you always will be. (The possessiveness comes through, buts its Aemond. What did we expect?) He wants you to be happy, and something a trivial as a speech is nothing to him.

You are everything to him, and he would rather tradition be damned than see you in pain.

Aemond Having Panic Attacks:

Whatever you were to Aemond, his wife, lover, betrothed, he would cherish you greatly.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he needed affection his mother and father could never quite give to him. You did. He would be absolutely head over heels for you, but also paranoid constantly that you would leave him.

Despite your best efforts to console him, he couldn’t help but let doubt be placed in his mind.

It grew, and grew, until finally- he snapped.

It was some celebration being held at the Red Keep, and you and Aemond were standing off in the corner, Aemond watching you down a cup of wine.

“Getting drunk tonight, hm?” You glowered at Aemond’s words, looking over at him displeased.

“No. It’s not my fault. It’s you.” You tried to put as much derision into your voice as possible, but it was just Aemond. Your words ended up coming out with a smile, and Aemond snuck a glance at your lips.

“How could it possibly be me, my love? I am not forcing wine down your throat.”

You groaned. Sometimes, Aemond made you want to smack his head with a textbook. “It’s because… I can’t tell you don’t wanna be here. Your bad energy is just transferring over to me!”

“You’re spending too much time with Helaena.”

“Perhaps Helaena is right.”

Despite what many people believe, Aemond did have a sense of humor and let his guard down often. Only around you. It ways, it was only a ploy to get you to stay with him, but he did truly feel comfortable around you.

You two spent most of the night laughing away in the corner, eventually convincing Aemond to have just one drink. Which turned into two, seeing as Aemond couldn’t resist the pout of your lip.

You danced off to the side, all in all having a great time.

By now, the feast and party was tapering off. You were obviously more drunk than Aemond, stumbling a little and holding onto him for support. He smiled at you in his arms, his sweet girl.

He ended up taking you over to the raised dias, where the royal family sat. Alicent smiled politely at your drunken state, thinking back to more pleasant times that she would never get the pleasure of experiencing again. Helaena smiled lightly, mumbling a prophecy. Aemond didn’t bother to hear, and you were too drunk to. Finally, Aegon spoke.

“Are you sure you can handle her, brother? Perhaps she needs the arms of a more skilled man, hm?” Aemond had grown used to Aegon’s taunts over the years. His words did strike pain in his heart, and cause the seed of doubt in his head to flower, sometimes it was just easier to ignore Aegon.

You had heard his words as well, but also had learned to simply ignore Aegon over the years. His words could not hurt you, and he’s never touched you in any other way than what duty and protocol demands.

Alicent scolded him slightly, and he did nothing but settle back in his seat and take another sip of wine.

“I’m sorry about that. You two please go, enjoy your evening.” Alicent ushered the two of you on, and Aemond shot a glare to Aegon as he helped you out of the hall. But perhaps that was the wrong thing to do, as with a crash, Aegon stood up from the table.

Both you and Aemond turned at the commotion, seeing Aegon come up behind the two of you and take your arm.

“Get off of her.”

“Please, brother, allow me to help you escort Lady Y/N to bed.” But Aemond had already allowed Aegon to have too much. He would not- could not- lose you to him as well.

“Aegon,” you groaned, trying to get your arm away from his grip. He only held tighter. He wrapped his hands around your bicep, fingers curling and nails digging into the fabric of your sleeve. Aemond’s eye narrowed to his brothers fingers.

“What do you need of me, sweet Y/N? Help getting to your room, perhaps?”

“Mm, n-”

“A yes! I’ll take it from here, dear brother.”

Aegon tried to lead you away, only making it a few steps before Aemond snatched you back into his hold, leading you fast through the halls of the Red Keep to his chambers.

Aegon was done with his games, and let the two of you escape.

It wouldn’t be until later Aemond would break down, frantic, asking why you said yes.

You were confused at first, still drunk. Wracking your brain, you thought back to the encounter. You assured him than it wasn’t a yes, just a slur in your speech from the wine in your blood.

It took many declarations and many kisses for Aemond to believe you, but eventually he did.

All in all, I don’t think Aemond would have a “traditional” panic attack. He wouldn’t cry and freak out, but more so subtly. His breathing would go awry, hands shake ever so slightly. The real turmoil would be happening in his mind, a storm of deadly thoughts.

But lucky for the both of you, you were quite accustomed with storms.

—-

[jamminvroomvroom]

safe from heartbreak

pg x fem!reader 

read part 1 here!! 

yeah so here is part 2. it started off as fluff and then, by some kind of divine intervention, it became... the opposite. lol. bon appetite. any and all feedback is always welcome, thank you so much for all the love on part 1!!

this is based loosely on the song “safe from heartbreak” by wolf alice. it’s a bop just saying. warnings: 18+!! smut, angst :), a glimmer of hope, language, more questionable french (i’m so sorry i tried so hard lmao)  3.4k words

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it had been months. 

months without his touch, without seeing his face on the pillow next to yours when you woke up, without feeling the pleasure only he could give you. you’d struggled quietly through the winter break, doing your best to forget about him, despite shamelessly watching his instagram story. then, the car launches came along and by some miracle, you’d managed to avoid alpha tauri at all costs. the barcelona shakedown was another breeze, hiding out in your office at the track for most of it. you couldn’t face him, and luckily your job didn’t depend on it.

your luck ran out in bahrain. testing had been a disaster for many of the teams, and your job became incredibly stressful incredibly quickly. you had been in the midst of trying to solve a lot of behind the scenes problems when you saw him for the first time. you were a disheveled, overworked mess and he was angry at the piece of metal that alpha tauri expected him to somehow compete in. these used to be the perfect conditions for you to fall into his bed; you both needed some kind of relief. instead, you just stared at each other from opposite ends of the pit lane, looking through one another until a mechanic called for his attention and a whinging team principal called for yours. 

the weekend went on just like that. somehow, you were always in his eye line and he was in yours. you never went within twenty feet of each other, no, that would have been far too difficult for your heart, but you were close enough. close enough to see the way his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to work you out, to see how exhausted he looked as he followed you with his eyes. from the way he was looking at you, a cautious longing, you knew that he was still stuck in that hotel room you’d left him in. 

you were still there too. 

-

the season progressed. 

bahrain, to jeddah, to melbourne, to imola. you were grateful to be distracted from those blue eyes, thrown into your work. there was never a dull moment in formula 1. you were busy, constantly on the move, and that didn’t leave you with any time to think about a certain driver. you had almost no time to wonder where all of his one night stands were. you hadn’t seen him with a single woman all season. maybe they just waited in his hotel room now. maybe he was focusing on the start of the season. maybe he wanted you. maybe he didn’t. all you knew was that he was always alone in the paddock these days, looking solemn, draped in the latest neutrals from the alpha tauri collection. 

you watched the rain fall from the dark italian sky, safe from the cold in the confinement of your office. thoughts of him were banished in this room. you were supposed to be finishing off your paperwork, but all you could think about was the shambolic qualifying that had taken place earlier that afternoon. your eyes were focused on the track, even in the darkness you could see the little puddles of water forming, making things uncertain, complicating things. that’s a problem for tomorrow, you decided. brushing your problems under the rug to deal with another day had become your specialty. however, it seemed that your luck had run out again. there was a problem quite literally knocking on your door that you wouldn’t be able to ignore. 

you were frozen in place, watching him watch you through the glass panel in your office door. pierre. months of nothing had led to this, but you didn’t know what this was. why was he here? what did he want? what could he possibly have to say to you? there was only one way to find out. your feet carried you the short distance across the floor to the door. you twisted the handle, slowly, eyes locked on his as you did. you stepped back. he stepped forwards. he was in your office now, sharing the suffocating space with you. the door shut, slowly returning to its hinges. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. you had no idea what to do, or say, or feel. so, you just stared at him, lips parted, waiting for him. 

always waiting for him.

he opened his mouth to speak. and then he closed it. he opened it again, only to close it once more. it seemed you were both in the same boat, at a loss for words. you noticed his hair was wet, as was his jacket. the rain in imola was unforgiving at the best of times, but especially so for sending him to you absolutely drenched. 

he looked good. 

no, no, no, shut the fuck up. 

“what are you doing here? it’s getting late.” you broke the unsettling silence, finally. 

“i could ask you the same thing, chér-“ he cut himself off, face falling flat as he caught himself. you exhaled shakily. 

chérie. you’d missed that, almost as much as you’d missed him. 

“you shouldn’t be here, pierre.” you mumbled, stomach dropping as your mouth formed his name for the first time in months. you sounded as pained as you felt. 

“you shouldn’t have left that bed.” 

silence. you scoffed. 

“oh, i’m sorry. was i supposed to let you leave it first?” your words were drenched in disbelief. 

“it was never my intention to leave you.” 

“that’s funny, pierre. really fucking funny.”

he took a step towards you. you were too angry to move, feet stuck to the floor. 

“nothing about this is funny.” 

you glared at him. as if you didn’t know that.

“does it look like i’m laughing? god, why did you even come here?” 

“do you know how many times i’ve had to stop myself from coming to you? every time i see you in the paddock, fuck, i have to force myself away from you.” his accent was thickening, his frustration increasingly evident. 

“maybe you should try harder.” cheap shot. 

“is that what you want?”

no!

“i don’t know what i want anymore.”

“well, what did you want?” 

it was a good question. you furrowed your eyebrows. you didn’t know how to respond to him. you didn’t have an answer for him, even if he’d asked you back when you were falling into his bed every weekend you wouldn’t have known. you’d spent so long repressing your feelings that you didn’t even know what they were anymore.  he took another step towards you, making you dizzy. you wanted to touch him and you wanted him to touch you and you wanted him to press you against the wall and remind you that you were still his. 

were you ever his?

he was standing over you now. he raised his hand, grazing your arm softly and leaving goosebumps in his wake. you felt his hand grasp yours, pulling you further into him. you made no move to pull away from him, relaxing into him. you couldn’t keep up with his hands, one now resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek, to gently tilt your head back. 

his lips brushed over yours. once, twice, three times. it was tentative, soft, the both of you testing the waters, before you gave yourself over to him completely, and he did the same to you. the last kiss you shared in your office last year had absolutely nothing on this one. it was slow, getting deeper and deeper as your body moulded with his.

his hand that was on your waist gently worked over the fabric of your shirt, leaving your stomach in knots. his fingers travelled under the material until they rested against your bare skin. his hands were cold from the miserable weather but you didn’t care; he could touch you anywhere he wanted with them. he made no move to take it further, just pulling you closer. one of your hands was in his hair, threading through the strands as you got lost. 

you stayed like that for a while. he kissed you and you kissed him, moving together in the middle of your office. eventually you had to part ways. his hand remained gently placed on your face, stroking your jaw. your eyes stayed shut, too scared to face him. you’d denied yourself of him, purely to shield yourself from any more heartache, and yet here you were, once again. it didn’t matter how much time had passed, you’d ended up back in his arms, just like the first time you’d tried to pretend you could go without him. you weren’t prepared to face reality just yet, almost wishing that you’d open your eyes and wake up from a dream. 

except it wasn’t a dream. shades of the ocean swirled in his eyes as they met yours and you never wanted to see another pair again. no, you’d be content, grateful even, to just stare aimlessly into his forever and ever. it was time to face facts. you were well and truly fucked. you couldn’t be. 

“i,” you were breathless, “i wanted you.” you whispered, almost ashamed of yourself for wanting someone that you’d shared with countless others. 

“chérie,” pierre mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips, “il n'y a que toi.”

you must have looked confused, desperately trying to remember any french  you’d learnt at school. he laughed softly, watching your face contort as you’d tried to work out what he’d said. 

“mon amour, there is only you.”

you kissed him again, suddenly desperate for more. more that you weren’t even sure he could give you outside of this moment, no matter what his sweet words told you. so you decided to take what you knew you could get. your kisses travelled to his neck, trying not to mark him by leaving delicate presses to his skin that made his eyes flutter shut. he wasn’t yours to claim. his hands dipped down your body until they were grabbing at the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up. your arms were thrown around his neck as he placed you onto your desk. you reached back, blindly swiping papers and pens onto the floor, hearing the clutter hit the carpet. 

“is this okay?” he pulled away from your lips, thumb grazing your cheek as he asked for your consent. you nodded rapidly, guiding his face back to yours. you knew you had to take all of him in, trying to memorise the feel of his lips, as his fingers rapidly worked the buttons of your shirt. he worked down your neck, and across your collarbone, nipping your soft skin with his teeth. 

he wanted you to wake up tomorrow with him on your mind. almost as if he knew too that this had to be that last ti- 

you were broken out of your thoughts by his hand trailing under your skirt, grazing your thigh. two fingers ran over your clothed slit, rubbing at your clit through your panties. you moaned, bucking your hips into his hand, his tongue working across your collarbone making you shiver. he pulled his hand off of you, grabbing at the waistband of your skirt. you lifted your hips so that pierre could pull it off of you, taking your panties with it. you pushed your shirt off of your shoulders, loving the way his eyes widened as he took you in. 

white lace. a matching set. his favourite. 

it was almost as if you knew what would happen. 

your eyes almost rolled back in your head when he dropped to his knees in front of your desk. he slotted himself between your legs, spreading you open for him. you leaned back on your arms so that you could watch him, and he leaned in, closer and closer to where you were dripping for him. 

“eyes on me, chérie.” he winked, diving in. 

he lapped at your pussy, eating you out like a man starved. he showed no apprehension, swirling his tongue just the way he knew you liked it. his eyes never left yours, driving you absolutely wild and you resisted the dire need to clamp your eyes shut and throw your head back. if you did that, you wouldn’t be looking at him. 

you had to take him in this time, so that you could remember every little detail when it was over. 

pierre didn’t let up. not once. he sucked your clit into his mouth, running his tongue up and down your slit like the sun wouldn’t rise again. he kept you pinned to your desk, fingertips digging into your soft flesh to stop the wild bucking of your hips. you couldn’t help it, he was always so good to you. 

and then your reached your high and you were flushed, body glistening under the dull lighting of your office, hands threading unforgivingly through his hair, tugging at the strands relentlessly. you chanted his name over and over, praying that the building was definitely empty at this late hour. 

when you thought he was done, he only kept going, fingers added to the mix this time. he slipped one inside of you, thrusting it lazily a few times, mouth still wrapped around your clit. you thought you would pass out. he added a second finger, curling it deliciously, stroking that spot inside of you perfectly. the angle of his fingers brushing against your walls finally had you crying out his name as your eyes screwed shut. you were about ready to collapse against the desk as he grazed his teeth against your overstimulated bud. you could feel his smirk against your pussy, branding you as his, just as your vision went white and you shook in euphoria for the second time that evening. 

your body went limp against the the wood of the desk, eyes fluttering shut as your caught your breath. a low hum from in front of you caught your attention and you half opened your eyes to catch him licking his fingers clean. you shuddered. he walked around the desk, seating himself in your big, padded chair. he’d ridded himself of his clothes on the way around, sitting there in nothing but his underwear and that necklace that always stole the show. 

“come here, mon ange.” he patted his thigh teasingly and you had flashbacks to the last time he’d wanted you perched on his lap. 

somehow you peeled yourself off of the desk, swinging a knee on either side of his hips. the only thing you had left covering you was your bra, pierre’s hands trailing up your waist to the band of the lingerie. he snapped the clasp between his fingers, impressively undoing it and throwing away. too impressively. too practiced. you shoved those intruding thoughts away. you needed to enjoy this, no matter how selfish it made you. 

you reached down to move his boxers out of the way, freeing his cock. he was already hard, leaking, ready for you, so you moved to line yourself up with him. just as your were about to sink down on him, he grabbed at your hips, holding you in place above him. just out of reach.

“tell me how much you want me, mon chérie.”

“pierre, please.” you whined. 

“please, what?” he teased, trying to coax an answer from you. he moved one of his hands to run his tip through your folds, keeping you waiting. you were practically panting. 

“fuck me, please, just fuck me. need you so bad.” you gasped out, trying to roll your hips in search of any friction. 

“just like that.” he groaned as he guided you down on him until he bottomed out. he held you in place for a second, letting you adjust to him. you threw your arms around his neck and he brought his lips to yours, kissing you as you began to roll your hips. 

“fuck, pierre, more.” you moaned, rocking your hips against his, burying him deep inside of you. he began to thrust his hips to meet your movements, hitting that spot inside of you that made you tug on the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. you knew you wouldn’t last long, you were far too sensitive after your first two orgasms, but you wanted to prolong this. you wanted to see him like this, feel him against your for as long as you possibly could. but you knew that he wouldn’t last either. this would never last. 

you kissed him one last time, muffling your cries of his name and the whisperings of french sweet nothings that you simply couldn’t handle. it hit you both at the same time, helping each other down from your highs, bodies moulding together in a sweaty, languid heap. 

the moment was over. it was over. 

you stood from where you’d been straddling him, thighs burning as you collected your clothes from the floor. you tried not to think too hard about the way his eyes scanned your body as you redressed it with his favourite white lace. he stood up too, redressing himself in what he thought was a comfortable silence. you were anything but comfortable. 

as you were buttoning the last few buttons of your blouse, he took a step closer to you. this time, you weren’t frozen in your place. you scurried backwards, keeping space between you. empty space that was somehow full of so many unsaid words. you averted eye contact, clearing your throat, desperately trying to swallow the lump in your throat that was jamming the words you needed to say. 

“this has to be it.” you whispered. 

“no.” his face crumbled. 

“it has to be.” 

“chérie-“ 

“no, pierre. don’t. you will always want more, need more. i can’t give you that.”

“you can. you do.” he sounded as desperate as he looked, forehead creased, hands reaching out for you in that big, empty space. 

“i wasn’t enough for you before. why would this time be any different?” you would not cry. you would try not to cry.

“everything about this is different.” his voice grew louder, stressed by the brick wall you’d suddenly put up. how could he even blame you for doing that? 

“it’s easy to say that now.” you spoke calmly, evenly, trying to banish your shaky breath. you had to face facts, you were still hurting.

“no. no. i’m in love with you.” you were pretty sure you heard your own heart shatter at his words. his beautiful, complicated words. 

“don’t do this to me, pierre. don’t do this to yourself. please.” 

“tell me you don’t love me. tell me and i’ll leave and i won’t come back. just tell me.” 

“i need you to go.” it left your lips as a whisper. 

“please.” you weren’t used to pierre being the one to beg. 

tell him you love him!

“go.” 

and he did go. the door slammed behind him. you watched him leave through that pane of glass in your door, storming off down the corridor and into the stairwell.

he always left. one way, or another. 

maybe you’d forced his hand, but you’d saved yourself the pain of him making the decision of his own accord. you wouldn’t have been able to handle that, when it eventually came around. maybe it would have worked this time, for a week or two, maybe a month. but then what? what would have happened when he’d decided that this new arrangement didn’t work for him? when he realised he was trapped and couldn’t spread someone else out across his bed? 

you’d decided your fate, not to be cruel to him, but to be kind to yourself. you hoped that he would be able to see that. 

one day, maybe.

you couldn’t help but wonder why your kindness hurt so much. your heart was in agony, an excruciating ache settling throughout your entire body. what had you just done? 

you turned around, wiping away a pesky tear that had dared to fall, staring once more at the dark, soaked track, riddled with puddles, like the ones you’d probably spend the next god knows how long forming with your tears. he was gone and he wasn’t coming back. 

you’d made sure of that. there was no one else to blame. 

not sure what i believe in

but i'll be safe from heartbreak 

if i never 

fall in love

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[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay

I know I said that the universe with Alison is one where Carolyn didn't deletus herself but.. what if it was?

I think she would've hung on a little longer to life though... like died at a later age but she still did it....

I can imagine Alistar just sitting in the living room... and Alison just comes to sit next to him.....

Shit now I gotta write it.

Sorry not sorry.

Trigger warnings!!!!!: pedophilia from family members, parental death, cursing, running away, siblings being friends lmao, abuse mentions

I got a little more into this than I would've liked..... now I wanna see how canon pans out with Alison in the mix..... huh.... lemme know know that's something ur interested in Julia.

It was dark. But the fireplace was going and Alistar sat on one of the chairs in the so called "family" room it was supposed to be.

His mother was gone.

She had taken her own life and now she was gone. She left them here with their father.

Now Alistar had to try to protect Alison on his own and he had no idea how to do that.....

"Al?" A small voice whispered from the doorway before Alistar's sister slipped through.

"Ally. Hey," he greeted as he quickly wiped his eyes, not going unnoticed by his sister however. "Where's dad?" He asked.

"With rebecca... the maid.... she looked scared... I should've said something," Alison muttered as she sat on the chair next to him.

"No. If you did he would've done.... something much worse..... how are you holding up?" Alistar asked.

"With what? Mother's death, or father's pedophilia?" Alison joked.

When she turned to her brother, his head was in his hands, and he was crying.

"Al? It was a joke.. I'm sorry," she apologized.

"You didn't do anything wrong Alison... how.... how am I supposed to do this? I cant do this...." Alistar cried, as quietly as he could just in case the walls had ears.

"Alistar you won't be alone! I'm here! I've been here since birth, what you think I just spawned out of a photo?" Alison joked again as she sat on her knees next to her brother so she could look him in the eye.

"I don't know what to do Alice," alistar stated.

"Alistar.... it is not your fault for what mother did. It is not your fault what father continues to do. We have each other. That's all we have. You need to snap out of it. There will come a time when we can both go to therapy, but that time is not now. Right now we have to suck it up and come up with a plan," Alison explained.

"I miss her," Alistar mumbled.

"I do too," Alison replied.

At that moment the door shot open to reveal their father.

"Father," Alistar exclaimed as he stood up, his head down not making eye contact. Alison did the same.

"Its past curfew. Get to your rooms. Now," he scolded calmly.

Alistar started walking first, Alison close behind.

Her father stopped her.

"I put a gown in your room I'd like you to wear tomorrow. You'll look.... absolutely stunning in it, little one," her father whispered as he looked her up and down.

Alison gulped down her disgust before nodding and quietly walking away.

When the siblings were far away enough, they let out breaths.

"Are you okay?" Alistar asked.

"I'm fine... but Al.... I xant live here any longer.... at first dawn tomorrow I'm taking one of mother's horses and I'm riding to morrelia. Come with me," Alison begged.

"Alice.... what about father?" Alistar asked. "We're already meant to go there the day after tomorrow, a day early would just make him angrier," Alistar explained.

"Shes your best friend. And fiancé. And if it wasn't for me that wouldn't be the deal. Remember when you accidentally called her fat?" Alison stated.

"Alice you promised never to bring that up again," Alistar stated.

"She forgave you because i had to tell her how toxic father was. She will help us. I know she will. Come on Al..... come with me," Alison begged once again.

"Fine," Alistar sighed. "Come on. With any luck we xan leave even before dawn," he stated before dragging his sister out of the hallway.

Later that night, the two siblings stole two horses and rode off into the night.

When morning approached they made it to the kingdom of Morellia.

"Alistar? Alison? Aren't you early?" Princess Mia asked from guarding the gates.

"We're not here because of the wedding or coronation. We need help.... our father.... he.... we cant live there anymore," Alison explained.

"Hm... okay. Well get you to your rooms and then to my father. Then we'll talk with ella," Mia planned as she signaled the others to open the gates.

The plan went on like that... until Alistar opened Ella's door, along with her family only to find a note reading:

If you want your princess back Come and find her. - Anonymous

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36 for the wrapped fic!

Thank you, friend! This is the song, so I’m so sorry for the pain you’re about to experience lmao:

It’s been one year, four months, and thirteen days since David had a good night’s sleep.

He’s tried everything—melatonin, pot, even some benzos that he scored from Mutt. Hell, he even tried exercise, which Stevie mocked him for mercilessly. But nothing helps. He’s resigned to the fact that he just can’t sleep alone anymore.

Or else, he just can’t sleep without a certain person in his bed.

It’s been one year, four months, and thirteen days since he last said goodbye to Patrick.

He thought it would get easier as time passed. That is what people say, isn’t it? That time heals all wounds? But it hasn’t. Nothing has stopped the way he can still taste Patrick’s lips on his, or the way he can still hear Patrick’s voice in his head. Then again, maybe he doesn’t want it to.

He just wishes it didn’t still hurt so much.

David wasn’t looking for anything when he went into Ray’s that day, not a business partner, much less a romantic one. And yet somehow, he got both. He hadn’t known then what it could be like, being Patrick Brewer’s partner in business and in love. And in a way, he wishes he didn’t know now.

Technically, Patrick is still his business partner. That much hasn’t changed, even if they’re not together anymore. But he sticks to keeping the store running from behind the scenes and leaves the day-to-day operations to David. His emails that accompany the weekly sales reports are always very civil and polite.

It hurts David more than he can say.

Stevie bangs into the store carrying two massive coffees just after David reopens after lunch, like she does most days. She claims she needs a break from Roland at the motel, but he knows she’s checking in on him. She sets one coffee on the counter in front of him and looks him up and down like she’s looking for new injuries. It’s just another thing she does now. They don’t talk about it.

Seemingly satisfied with his physical well-being, if not his mental state, she launches into a story about Twyla, Ray, and a misplaced shipment of fish. David listens enough to interject at the appropriate times, but his heart isn’t really in it. He just goes through the motions, like he does with most things these days.

“I was thinking about checking out the Wobbly Elm tonight,” Stevie says. “Wanna come?”

“I can’t tonight,” he replies automatically. Like he has anything else going on. Like she won’t see through that immediately.

“Oh, come on. There’s a hockey game tonight, so you know there’ll be plenty of people there.”

David sighs. He should go, maybe meet someone, get his needs met for the night. He’s tried, though. There’s been a handful of randoms that he’s gone home with, hoping that it’ll fill that Patrick-shaped hole inside of him, but it always leaves him feeling worse in the morning. He can’t deal with that tonight.

Stevie heads back to the motel, leaving him alone in the store again. She’ll text him later to ask him to go to the bar again, just because she always does, even though they both know he won’t reply. David sighs again and goes back to restocking the body milk.

He wants to be angry about the way Patrick has ruined him for anyone else. He wants to be angry about the way Patrick took all the color in David’s life with him when he left. And he tried. He was angry for a while. But now he’s just tired.

The rest of the day passes without incident, and David is just closing down the register for the night when he sees a figure on the dark sidewalk. He’d be afraid, except he’d know that figure anywhere. The way the fabric of the man’s jeans hug his thighs and the way his toque doesn’t cover his ears is a dead giveaway. The breath catches in David’s throat as Patrick walks up the store’s front steps. He’s just as beautiful as the day they say goodbye.

When David catches his eye through the glass, Patrick raises a gloved hand in a small, sad wave, but he doesn’t open the door, despite the fact that he still has a key. David hurries over to open the door, too curious about what Patrick is doing here to think about the ache that slices through him when he catches a whiff of Patrick’s still-familiar scent.

“Hi,” Patrick says softly when David opens the door.

“Hi?” David shivers as the winter wind cuts through his sweater. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He’s sidestepping the question but David lets it go because Patrick shouldn’t have to ask.

“It’s still your store too,” he can’t help but say as he steps aside to let Patrick in, shutting the door behind him. He leaves it unlocked, though, just in case.

“I know.” His voice is soft but fractured in a way that stabs at the holes in the wall around David’s heart. He’s been meaning to patch up those cracks, but the plaster never seems to stick.

An uncomfortable silence settles over the store that not even David’s carefully curated playlist can ease. He knows he should say something, do something, anything, but he can’t seem to figure out what.

“David,” Patrick says, and just hearing his name on Patrick’s lips after all this time is enough to bring David to his knees. He grabs the edge of the table to keep himself standing. “Can we talk?”

It’s been three months and eleven days since David started sleeping again.

Not that he’s counting.

Send me a number 1-101 and I’ll write a ficlet based on the corresponding song on my Spotify wrapped.

[twomystdunstans]

"#And if we consider the canon (?) that St. Dunstans aka the Dying God from s2 is the one who originally created the Shaman and Rock" YO WAIT WHAT

OH. SHIT. AHAHA. OKAY. LMAO let me try and explain. this skdldjdkd AS A FOREWARNING THO!! this is all just. What I've pieced together from Daytrippers idk if it's TRUE ive never gotten conformation yknow!!!!!!! Okay! Anyway!

BASICALLY! Throughout Daytrippers, St. Dunstans seems to be talking about a past and constant conflict with a demon or devil of some sort? He refers to it a couple different times:

You keep away your Cloven Hooves! Your forked lying tongue!

I see you still, you creep around these parts. 

And I knew, there was nothing to you. A tale and a mask and a fright’ning story.

Decades of conflict,

I had kinda had my suspicions that this was the original Shaman, which were more or less confirmed in WHY, which is the episode right after Bru's "please, one more time" monolouge, when St. Dunstans says this specifically:

I remember what I saw. Your broken, beaten form, ‘Please’ you said, ‘Please, one kind mercy for an old enemy’

In reference to the Demon/Devil, which sounds a lot like the "Please, one more time," line that Kane says in K&F v the Town Council, and is repeated and emphasized in WHY.

Going through the transcripts, every time St. Dunstans refers to the Demon, it kinda parallels something Kane has said or done.

So the scared, the lonely, the lost, were within your grasp. It is too much, far too much.

This line is similar to when Kane says:

It’s all in me Brutus! it’s fractured and mirrored, and fractured and mirrored, but I kept it!

(^ its worth noting that when he says that line, Kane seems to b in pain/straining, and it seems like its too much magic for him, which is. A whole other thing BUT. Not the time) (also this isnt the only example but im trying to keep this as short as possible)

anyway! It seemed to me that this was implying that the Devil/Demon was the original Shaman, like I said before, which is only reinforced by the fact that his name is fucking. LUCIFER.

It's also reinforced with the fact that THIS:

Is literally on Kanes official tarot card!!! Its literally a Demon and a monk/saint arguing or fighting or something!

The final, seemingly obvious confirmation that Kane and this Demon or Devil were both incarnations of the Shaman was with this:

In the last monologue from St. Dunstans he says:

And on that Day, I decided, to be the Thorn forever in your palm

which is directly said/referenced again at the end of that episode when the Thornbush Princess dies:

KANE: She’s gone. There is a thorn in the palm in my hand. 

the Princess and everything else weird about Twomy is a manifestation of this dying God/saint, and leaving that thorn in Kane's hand was directly fulfilling St. Dunstans promise??

anyway!!!!! I dont think that St. Dunstans created the Shaman, but i DO think that he created the Rock.

In HOW, he seems to be talking to the Shaman, and almost sympathizing with it, and understanding that the Shaman/Demon won't be able to take on all of the magic/keep the universe balanced by himself.

In reference to this, and seemingly speaking TO the Shaman/Demon, St. Dunstans says:

But I didn’t wish for you to be alone, in your struggles. 

It's already been established that Kane and Feels need each other/depend on each other/are "the grounding point and the man without ground"

To ME, in MY OPINION, the "I didnt wish for you to be alone" line seems to imply that St. Dunstans either created and/or appointed someone else to be the Demon/Shaman's opposite, to help the Shaman, to be the Rock, yknow??? And thats where the original Shaman and Rock come from?

It also could be that St. Dunstan created the Rock to ground the Shamans powers, maybe in an attempt to weaken the Shaman?????? Idk

It's also interesting and worth noting that in the first season, Kane (the Shaman/Demon/Devil) accidentally kills Alice (the SUCCESSOR of St. Dunstans), however temporarily, in Wonderland.

To ME this kinda feels like the Shaman, not Kane, making an attempt to kill its tormentor/enemy, St. Dunstans, who at that point I think was using Alice as kind of a host?

Like Kane even seems confused and appalled when Alice appears to be dead, and I wonder if that was because of the Shaman acting on its own volition, and just using Kane as a vessel to get what it wanted for all these years y'know?

This is so incoherent and rambly I'm sorry please lemme know if you need me to clarify anything further. and ALSO AGAIN I COULD BE TOTALLY WRONG IDK JACK SHIT THIS IS JUST WHAT IVE KINDA PUT TOGETHER!!!!!

I'd really recommend reading the Daytrippers transcripts cause I'm sure there's stuff thats relevant to this that I also missed!!!

TL;DR: St. Dunstan, seemingly having been in an age old battle with an entity I THINK is the original Shaman, created the Rock to help the Shaman, in a moment of pity and sympathy.

[cheegu3]

~ Yandere Jaemin - The jester ~

[hi babies, this is one part of my nct fairytale series this one based on Alice in wonderland with jaemin <3, it had influence from both the original book and the book by marissa meyer centred in the universe + a lil of my own stuff]

I love alice in wonderland and jaemin so I’m so sorry how long this is lmao also yes I did write all of this on the same day ;-;

wc: 3.6k

summary : you live in wonderland, and everything is normal until a stranger shows up - a jester who says he’s looking for you, he seems innocent and sweet but is he really?

TW / trigger warning: yandere themes, mentions of - violence, murder, swearing, blood/gore, 18+ (suggestive), etc

The yearly mock festival was coming to an end. Humans and creatures alike were slowly making their way to the stairs and to the comfort of their homes. A stranger was also making their way over but not to his home, to the crowd. He slipped through it unnoticed and stopped, bowing in front of the queen.

She looked at him in curiosity but also in fascination. He was very much used to this, having people stare at his beauty and the way he presented himself - elegant and cocky. 

‘‘ My majesty. I come to seek refuge in your town ‘‘ the stranger said.

The queen raised her eyebrow at him and waved at the deck of cards close by, almost stumbling over their own feet in fear of displeasing the queen. 

‘‘ Show this gorgeous stranger that empty house ‘‘ the queen demanded to the cards in a shrill voice.

‘‘ Yes ma’am. Come this way! ‘‘ they answered in union.

The stranger followed them in silence but kept his distance. They went far and near, up and down the crossroads and curvy paths until they reached a small cottage. It was far from the other houses and the village but he liked it immediately.

‘‘ Here we are sir! ‘‘ the cards exclaimed in union again and turned like robots ready to go back the way they came and serve the queen, it was all they knew after all.

‘‘ Excuse me ‘‘ the stranger had had one thing and one thing only on his mind throughout the whole trip there.

The reason he was here in the first place

You

‘‘ Do you happen to know where...y/n is? ‘‘

The deck of cards looked baffled, one of them even chuckled.

‘‘ y/n? Why would you want to see her sir, she’s so very eh- ‘‘ one said

‘‘ -mad ‘‘ another filled in.

‘‘ Who are you anyway? ‘‘ said another

‘‘ Jaemin, I’m a jester from far far away ‘‘ he said with clenched teeth, growing impatient at the lack of answer he was getting.

‘‘ Why would you like to see her? ‘‘ said one

‘‘ She’s not special ‘‘ said yet another

‘‘ I have to ‘‘ he said firmly and was now clenching his fist.

‘‘ She’s not far from here sir. She lives in the cottage opposite this forest ‘‘ said one card with cloves on his front.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘ Jaemin exclaimed in relief and watched as the deck of cards turned and walked down the path.

On the outside it looked like an old cottage like any other, with broken windows and an overgrown garden. The jester wasn’t surprised, they must’ve given him the most ugly and worn out house since he was still a stranger but with a few snaps of his fingers, the inside would look a lot better than the outside.

As he had finished snapping his fingers three times he saw the familiar white cloud in the window but before he walked in he had to check around the area. He thought he heard the rustling of leaves and twigs being broken.

Looking to his right, he saw in the distance how a girl was walking towards him. Instinctively his heart started to beat faster because what if it was you? The girl was wearing a dress which was blue and she had a white apron tightly wrapped around her which was full of flour. In her right hand she was holding a basket filled with something and her hair shone bright in the sunlight that was peeking through the thick trees above.

// YOUR POV //

You were just about to walk past your favourite abandoned cabin when you noticed, it was no longer abandoned. A handsome young man, about the same age as yourself was standing outside it. You being all alone though, this far out from other people made you scared so you kept your head down right when you passed by him.

‘‘ Hey! ‘‘ you sighed in disappointment, all too often creepy men or creatures would try to stop you and flirt which made you very uncomfortable.

You tried to put on a fake smile before you turned to face him.

‘‘ Hi! ‘‘

‘‘ You’re y/n ‘‘ he stated.

You probably looked very confused to the stranger. How did he know your name? In this wide land, you were a nobody and this random man you just stumbled upon seems to know who you are - by the look of his curious brown eyes studying you - maybe he even knew everything about you.

‘‘ Yes..sir. Can I help you? ‘‘ you asked hesitantly and wanted to punch yourself for sounding so small and helpless.

The boy took some time to answer, suddenly looking a bit nervous the way he fumbled with his hands.

‘‘ Oh, I just. I’m your new neighbour, Jaemin. The cards said I might meet a young woman here who lived close by ‘‘ 

Shit, you were really too paranoid sometimes, this was just a harmless boy who had moved in right next to you.  

‘‘ Oh! Yes of course ‘‘ you smiled at him with more genuine warmth now           

 ‘‘ Welcome to the neighbourhood then I suppose ‘‘

They boy nodded and chuckled. He was very attractive, and you were pretty sure he knew it. Tall, dark and handsome with puppy like brown eyes and fluffy hair. He had a defined nose and rosy lips that matched his smooth and beautiful skin. But the most attractive thing about him, to you, was the way he carried himself. 

That smile could just about make any girl fall for him, maybe even worship him. As he stood there looking at you become entranced with his beauty you began to wonder if he was using magic on you so you put your guard up again slightly.

‘‘ Thank you. I hope to see you around, where do you work? ‘‘ he asked and you almost bit your lip at the look he was giving you, it was very intense and his smile yet again so charming.

‘‘ Oh! ‘‘ you exclaimed suddenly, you had forgotten to answer and had just stared at him getting completely lost. You saw him smirking at this.

‘‘ I-I work at the bakery in town, hence- ‘‘ you gestured to your flour dusted apron and dress with a sad smile.

He laughed heartily but assured you,

‘‘ You look fine, trust me ‘‘

You smiled shyly in response. It felt like he was kind of flirting, he was giving you that look again that both turned you on and made you creeped out, it said

I know everything about you 

Nevertheless if that was the case, you felt very much intrigued with this new stranger and you didn’t want him to be a stranger for long.

‘‘ I suppose I’ll see you around then ‘‘ you said suddenly when the tension had built up even more and you started remembering all the responsibilities you had at your work.

It felt like you had been here for about an hour and you had muffins to bake and customers to please.

‘‘ I suppose you will ‘‘ he answered with an amused glint in his eyes.

You decided to turn even though your body and heart really wanted to stay. Your intuition and head however won over the battle inside you and told you to get the fuck away from him.

You kept your back turned as you made you way past the mysterious boy. You had a feeling that he was still watching you as you went, eyes never leaving you and it freaked you out a little, making you shudder.

The rest of the day went on as if it was like any other day. Tons of baking and getting your hands dirty, chatty customers and delicious desserts. By the end of the long workday your muscles were aching. You cleaned up and did your usual routine of locking up the store when everyone had left.

Usually you wouldn’t think twice about walking home in the dark, your bakery closed at midnight so it was way past sunset. It was practically pitch black outside and no one was on the streets, they were all at home probably sound asleep. For some reason the queen had decided that all houses be soundproof in the village. So the fear was increasing when you thought about the stranger, the dark and walking home alone because if something happened no one would help you - they wouldn’t hear you scream or hear you cry out for help.

You turned the key that locked the bakery with shaky hands but tried to compose yourself. You had a very odd and naive thought in your head,

If I don’t get attacked tonight I can trust Jaemin

It truly didn’t make any sense but just about every cell in your body wanted to trust him, and wanted him to like you, like the way you were so attracted to him.

‘‘ y/n? ‘‘ a voice behind you said interrupting your thoughts.

You shrieked and jumped in surprise, throwing your arms up in some pathetic attempt at defence in case you’d need it.

‘‘ It’s just me, your neighbour ‘‘ 

You lowered your arms and smiled at him apologetically.

‘‘ Sorry ‘‘

‘‘ Don’t be I get it. It’s dark, no one’s around and I just startled you like that, I should be the one to apologise ‘‘ 

‘‘ No no, it’s just that I don’t like walking home in the dark ‘‘ you assured him, now feeling really guilty.

‘‘ I can walk you home ‘‘ he offered with a friendly smile.

You were silent for a bit, thinking to yourself before making up your mind.

‘‘ Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you ‘‘ you returned back the smile even though you still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Jaemin joined your side and waited for you to step away from the shop and decide the pace.

You walked in silence beside each other. You felt a bit nervous, not really being sure if you were supposed to start a conversation or not but then it dawned upon you, why the fuck was he alone there in the village anyway?

You glanced at him quickly to see if it would give you a clue to this mystery but he looked as he always did, nothing was different. So you decided to drop it and thankfully you didn’t have much more time to overthink about it because your house had now appeared in sight. 

He still had a chance to take you if he wanted to, it was dark, quiet and no neighbours were close except for well...conveniently enough, him. But he didn’t. He kept his distance all the way up to the house and stepped back when you got up on the porch.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘

‘‘ My pleasure miss ‘‘ he said with the same amused glint in his eyes.

You turned around and walked in, closing the door and locking it. Well inside you leaned on the door allowing yourself to calm down a bit. 

He didn’t do anything

You shrugged and went upstairs, getting ready for bed and falling asleep not long after your head touched the pillow.

-

The next day he was the first thing you thought about in the morning before you jumped to your feet and rushed to put on your clothes and get to work.

You broke into a sprint constantly mumbling fuck to yourself and basically bursting in the bakery. The few customers inside and the cashier you had hired looked at you in shock. 

You stopped for a bit to catch your breath before explaining, still out of breath to the cashier.

‘‘ The-Ball-I-Have-To-Bake ‘‘ you managed to press out between every breath.

The cashier gasped and immediately left the desk.

‘‘ I’ll bring you the ingredients ‘‘

You swallowed and nodded to the customers when you walked past them disappearing into the back room where you did your magic. 

You put down your stuff and put on your apron already in action when the cashier came in, put the ingredients on the table and hurried out again.

You ended up making several pastries and cakes to the queen’s liking and by the end - about six hours of straight baking, you were so exhausted you decided not to go to the ball.

The cashier peeked her head in about an hour before it was to start.

‘‘ I’ll send these up? ‘‘ she walked up to the finished products and you just nodded at her, drying off the sweat that had formed on your forehead. 

After that you spent the rest of the hour leading up to the ball cleaning up all the mess you had created.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You sighed, it was already closed but you have had to deal with customers knocking anyway wanting treats when you weren’t open. You put down your cleaning supplies and hurried to the door. Through the glass door you saw the outline of your neighbour.

‘‘ Jaemin? ‘‘

He shook his head and tutted at your state when you opened the door.

‘‘ Do I really look that bad? ‘‘ you said and glanced down quickly.

‘‘ For a ball, yes. Otherwise, no you look exceptional ‘‘ he said

You snorted at his flirty comment.

‘‘ I’m not going, too busy ‘‘ 

‘‘ What? No way. I won’t let that happen ‘‘ 

You turned to face him again, having walked up behind the desk to count today’s money. He leaned over the desk and tried to give you his puppy eyes.

‘‘ I can’t go like this Jaemin, sorry ‘‘ you said and shrugged your shoulders.

He scrunched his nose and stopped trying to use his puppy eyes on you now.

‘‘ I have magic ‘‘ he tilted his head when he saw this caught your attention.

‘‘ Really? You’re a jester? ‘‘ you rolled your eyes.

‘‘ What, is it not cool enough for miss or something? ‘‘ he jumped over the counter effortlessly and was now standing very close to you, closer than he’d ever been before.

They way he was towering over you basically looking down on you made you chuckle unexpectedly. 

‘‘ Yeah sure it’s cool enough I guess ‘‘ you answered playfully attempting to push him out the way so you could walk past.

He put his arm out, not letting you.

‘‘ Do you use it a lot on the ladies? ‘‘ you added and held the eye-contact

He snickered and made a very cute expression which made your heart melt.

‘‘ Of course. Every time ‘‘ he said sarcastically ‘‘ Now, will you let me ‘‘ he waved to your messy state.

‘‘ I guess why not ‘‘ you said and closed your eyes.

When it was silent for a few seconds you opened them again and you saw white clouds surrounding you all around, when it had cleared and disappeared completely you could finally see his work.

You were wearing a champagne coloured silk dress that was quite tight at the top with spaghetti straps and flowed out at the bottom, highlighting your curves. Looking at you hands, they as well were polished and clean and you hair was in a sleek ponytail, feeling as if it had been washed.

‘‘ I’m impressed ‘‘ you said at last when you noticed his worried expression, anxiously waiting for your opinion.

He exhaled deeply.

‘‘ Thank god ‘‘

You giggled at his cuteness.

‘‘ Shall we go? ‘‘

‘‘ Certainly ‘‘ he answered and extended his arm for you to take.

The walk this time was also pretty quiet, the castle wasn’t too far away you could already see it from here but you just couldn’t help yourself,

‘‘ Hey Jaemin? ‘‘

‘‘ Yeah ‘‘

‘‘ What were you doing so late at night in the village yesterday? ‘‘ 

Although you didn’t look at him, you could feel him get a bit uncomfortable.

‘‘ Browsing I guess ‘‘ it was your turn to feel uncomfortable now, all the stores closed a lot earlier than your bakery and everyone in town knew that but he hastily added, ‘‘ The villagers told me your bakery closed very late so I thought I’d go by and buy something. Unfortunately it was closed though ‘‘ he laughed and looked down shyly when you looked at him in surprise.

‘‘ Why’s that, horrible sweet-tooth? ‘‘ you said

‘‘ No, just wanted to support my neighbour. That’s all ‘‘

You nodded and felt a bit guilty for being suspicious of him. If your guards hadn’t been down before they sure were now, basically in hell. You felt incredibly comfortable and at ease with Jaemin and you did for a moment think you were starting to fall in love with him. 

This feeling would arise again when you had finally reached the castle and were greeted by the white rabbit.

‘‘ Invitations and names please ‘‘ he said in a stressed voice, his eyes all the time looking back and forth, darting between guests.

The jester gave the rabbit one of his charming smiles and you watched as he interacted with other people, even that was attractive, god what was wrong with you?

He fixed everything for the two of you, showing both of your invitations and names and you leant back letting someone else do the work for the first time in your life. It was nice, this weird feeling of being taken cared of.

He took your hand when the rabbit let you through and he lead you towards the dessert table. You raised your eyebrow at him when he started basically inhaling entire pastries of yours.

‘‘ I have to see how talented you are ‘‘ he defended himself when he saw your judging look. 

You rolled your eyes and waited for him to finish, eyeing the other guests as you did. When he finally was done - after eating half the table you noticed - he dragged you out on the dance floor. 

It was a slow song. You gave him a shy look, not sure if you wanted him to see how much you liked loved him or for onlookers to see that either for that matter. But he insisted, pulling you close to him and starting to rock slowly to the beat of the music. He gave you a big childish grin and you laughed, starting to move as well and letting you be drowned in this feeling. 

It felt like it truly was just you and him in this world, and he would protect you and love you forever. He could do you no harm, he was amazing. 

You probably radiated these feelings through the lovingly eyes you were giving him and he looked at you the same way. Everyone else faded away and it felt like you were in a fairytale, just how magical it all felt...until it didn’t,

The music was abruptly stopped and murmuring filled the hall. You didn’t have the energy to worry about it so you leaned your head again Jaemin’s chest feeling sleepy. In the distance through your dazed eyes you saw the white rabbit approach you, until he wasn’t very blurry anymore, he was clear and right in front of you clearing his throat. 

‘‘ Miss you need to come with me right now ‘‘ the rabbit said in a shaky voice.

‘’ Hm? ‘‘ you said sleepily not yet leaving Jaemin’s arms.

‘‘ What’s going on? ‘‘ Jaemin said in a worriedly.

‘‘ It’s uh, something very terrible has happened to her parents sir ‘‘ the rabbit looked down on the ground under the intense stare of the jester.

‘‘ Let’s go, y/n ‘‘ he whispered to you gently and took your hand.

You had no idea what was going on but followed like a lost puppy. The rabbit lead you to a carriage which you were put in and sent off. It stopped outside your parents house, a mansion closer to Jaemin’s house than it was your own - on the outskirts of town. 

‘‘ Wait here. I’ll see what’s wrong ‘‘ he said and stepped out.

Your head felt heavy, like you’d fall into eternal sleep any minute now - that’s how tired you felt, like you hadn’t slept for decades.

‘‘ y/n dear? ‘‘ the carriage door opened again and two hands extended to take your weight. You walked up to it, staggering and let yourself be lifted down.

Everything was a bit blurry but you could make out the familiar outline of your parents on the ground. They were in front of their front door and they didn’t seem to be moving. Blood was flowing out from their necks and their limbs were twisted in weird, unnatural angles.

Oh

This must’ve been the terrible thing the rabbit had been talking about...

You tried to walk towards your parents but your foot hit something. You looked down and jumped back in surprise. It was another body, no - you looked around, it was several bodies of the guards.

‘‘ What happened to them? ‘‘ you asked Jaemin in a horrified voice.

‘‘ I don’t know ‘‘ he said and bit his lip, lowering his raised right hand and entwining his left one with yours.

‘‘ Look at me y/n ‘‘

You turned to look at him, starting to feel a bit overwhelmed and scared of everything going on. You felt crazy, like you had no idea what was real and what wasn’t.

‘‘ You and I, we’re gonna live together. Far far away from here and we will be happy forever because you love me right? Say it! ‘‘ he roared the last words but you weren’t scared. You just looked at him with loving eyes.

‘‘ I love you ‘‘ you said like a robot, 

completely entranced 

you were his 

forever

[fkevin073]

What Taylor Swift's songs do think fit with Ziggy/Nick (in any universe)? And with Alice and Cindy?

OMG MY TIME HAS COME- okay I'm gonna apologize for the spiel from now because I know this is going to be long.

okay so for Ziggy/Nick post nightwing/curse reveal:

- all too well (both 5 and 10 minute version) - like just angst galore. like "maybe this thing was a masterpiece until you tore it all up" or "just between us did the love affair maim you two?" . sadness all around. I made a gif set to this song here.

- the 1 - "if you wanted me you really should have showed". need I say any more?

- The Last Time & I almost do - these both suit them so well, especially pre-reveal. Like Nick driving by her house and wanting to stop but never doing it, and Ziggy regretting telling him to leave her alone (though in the end that's obviously for the best, considering)

- Death by a Thousand Cuts (no pun intended)

- Clean (especially for Ziggy after Nick dies and she gets a chance to heal and cope with her trauma in healthy ways).

- cold as you - "and now that I'm sitting here thinking it through, I've never been anywhere as cold as you" like omg the angst I am deceased

- my tears ricochet

- right where you left me. like this song is too good. I actually named a fic of mine for them after this song!

- this love - I think this song represents what Ziggy wanted their story to be like after she called him for help. like "these hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me". and then it didn't, but that's not important rn.

Now for during Nightwing/the brief era they were star crossed lovers and wholesome and no one knew Nick was an evil jackass:

- you belong with me. I know this song has pick-me vibes, but it's still such a bop, and it works for both nick and Ziggy's pov.

- cruel summer. like it's a cruel summer with you. need I say anymore?

-Fearless - lol Nick definitely screams this song thinking about Ziggy.

- out of the woods. - the fear. the anxiety. so good! especially when they're running from Tommy it suits them a lot.

-Mine - you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter suits them so freaking well. and it works both ways! except for Nick it would be more like you made a rebel of a satanic-worshipper's careful son, you are the best thing that's ever mine lmao

- call it what you want and wildest dreams!

-afterglow!

and lastly, "State of Grace" - love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right. he is literally responsible for her and sister dying.

and then for Alice & Cindy:

- okay the song that best exemplifies Alice and Cindy and Tommy and that whole triangle is "The way I loved you" 100%. like it's just so good. like "and I feel perfectly fine but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's four am and I'm cursing your name" like the angst!

- also "you belong with me", especially from Alice's pov singing about Cindy and Tommy.

- it's nice to have a friend 100%

- Sparks Fly - I think Ryan (Alice's actor) has green eyes so this is great.

-I wish You Would

- Paper Rings

- You are in Love

- Daylight (because these two would have been so soft together I swear)

anyway I'm going to stop now because this is already way way too long so sorry about that! thanks for the ask 💕💕

[ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse]

i can't believe i almost forgot to make this post oh my god okay

so!! last night while in call with @leezardweezard i came up with a twilight au for the joaks and i cannot stop thinking about it so i need to share it or we will both explode

the points will be under a readmore cuz it'd be kinda long if not

au where edward and bella have switched places

-they're still the same people personality wise but edward is charlie's son and bella is now a cullen, they have literally just swapped places and roles

-bella was still meant to be with rosalie but did not want to be with her

-she totally helps her kill those men though

-she's hooked up with alice (jasper does not exist)

-since the literal only thing stopping her from jumping edward's bones from the start was the fact that he would not touch her like that until marriage, she would not hold back in the decades before meeting him esp being w/ alice

-edward is now the awkward pale lil meow meow that came from arizona to live with his dad in forks

-jacob and edward were childhood friends and they have a thing for each other

-when bella hits the scene jacob is jealous at first tries to posture and stick up for edward's honor or smth and bella is just like "we can share tho like what if we shared i'd be cool w/ that"

-poly bi queen tbh

-jacob is not a huge fan at First but warms up to it slowly (during the tent scene is when he fully accepts it)

-edward doesn't wanna be a vampire which throws a bit of a cog into the works but then

-because of the james fight, the cullens decide that they should leave for edward's safety ripping the happy couple apart

-edward starts doing stupid shit to die cuz he's like "i can't be without her" even though he still has jacob

-alice thinks he dies

-bella starts doing her own stupid shit subtly trying to get caught as a vamp so the volturi have a reason to kill her but she is also trying to stall a bit to see if he's truly dead bc she's hoping it was a bug in alice's vision

-the volturi catch wind and similar scene where eddy boy gets there as she's on trial

-they are intrigued and put pressure on her to turn him or they will wipe them All out

-eddy boy has already changed his mind anyways bc being apart from her had him like "damn i don't wanna live without you so if i have to be a vampire to be with you i guess i'll do it"

-they still get married right out of highschool for both love and volturi pressure

-it's a triple wedding, legally on paper it's just eddy and bells but jacob is also part of the ceremony and alice and her are already married so she's just there

-jacob and bella standing on opposite sides while charlie walks edward down to give him away cuz it's funny

-the pack gives jacob away

-the cullens give bella away

-it's very croweded lmao

-they fyuck after marriage cuz eddy boy would still not want to until then and jacob and bella both respect him enough to wait

-imprinting is a SHIT mechanic but FOR the sake of the universe it is what allows him to live immortally SO for that reason and THAT ALONE

-we're still bending the rules a bit

-he imprints on BOTH of them the first time they have sex together

-like jasper, there is no renesme she does not exist

-HOWEVER if she was to exist it's because bella was turned when she was on her period so, like with how edward's sperm was frozen bc the man never rubbed one out in his decades of death and thus it was preserved, so was a single (1) egg. but again i am looking away she does not exist i have only considered this because i think that's REALLY funny mechanically

-jacob still has that scene to show charlie his wolf form bc i think it's a really funny scene