#can’t even find good gifsets

[atopvisenyashill]

like her name is mirri MAZ DUUR. MAESTER. MIRRI THE MAESTER. not only did she match marwyn’s freak enough that he taught her about anatomy, but her own people either started calling her “mirri the maester” or she started calling herself that and it stuck. she traveled, potentially on her own, all the way from lhazar to asshai and back again, which feels like an incredible feat given the sheer amount of slavers she’d have to get past. and in the end despite her power she brought all that knowledge back home to her tiny village to help her people!!

[flufftober]

🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our third annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

We’re so excited to be back and to once again have you here!

As always, let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 and for that to happen, we not only have 31 prompts for you, no; we also have something special this year...

Prompt Extras

Last year's Prompt Substitutes were very well-loved and a lot of you used them to replace some prompts from the original list. You're more than welcome to do this again if there's a prompt that doesn't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.

Once again, we offer you last year's top five fan favorites (as voted in the end survey). In addition to that, we also offer five scenario prompts.

If you don't want to replace any prompt from the original list but still love the additional ones - or you simply want to challenge yourself - you can also mix them all together!

So in whichever way you use these Prompt Extras, have fun with them and go wild 💚

Below the cut you'll find all our rules, posting info, all the prompts in writing, as well as some explanation for prompts we feel might need clarification. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask 🥰

We hope you like these prompts, and now

Happy Creating 🥳

Standard Blog Rules & FAQ

No inc*st or p*dophilia - we can’t keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it won’t be reblogged. See further down for clarification.

No hate or ship bashing - we’re all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesn’t go against rule #1, it’s allowed.

Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - it’s all fine as long as you tag it.

There’s absolutely no word count restriction, write as little or as much as you like.

In regards to art, anything goes: drawings, paintings, collages, mood boards, gifsets, videos, playlists… the sky’s the limit (though not really…)

While we can’t force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event 😉

You can start writing and/or arting as soon as you see this - but please refrain from posting before the respective day.

You can participate on as many days as you like, even if it’s just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same day.

You can replace prompts from the original list with either or all of our prompt extras; you can also mix them with the original prompts or create for them in addition to the 31 original prompts, that's completely up to you.

It’s okay to write one story/a series for all the prompts as long as it’s separated into chapters and the respective chapter/work is posted on the given day.

You do not have to stick to one ship or even one fandom - switch as often as you like to or even write for multiple ships for one day.

The ship does not have to be a romantic one! Friendship and family feels are more than welcome (but this is not a way to get around rule #1!)

This event can be combined with other events as long as the other event allows it.

Late entries are always welcome, even if it is months later.

All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as they’re of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.

Since this has often been asked in previous years, please let us clarify the no inc*st or p*dophilia rule:

No inc*st: This rule does not apply to distant cousins and such, as you might find in the LotR fandom (or basically in all of European Monarchy). The line we draw is at direct blood relations (siblings, parents, kids) and/or legal guardianship.

No p*dophilia: This rule does not rule out fandoms that feature teenagers such as Harry Potter, Heartstoppers, Hunger Games, etc. It also doesn't mean you can't write about their time together as teenagers! It was mostly aimed at ships in which one is a minor and the other is not - but since even that got complicated over time, the rule is now this: if you keep it SFW, all is good and allowed, we don't care; if it turns NSFW, be mindful of the legalaties of the world/society/times your characters live in.

Posting

Posting to tumblr

Please use the tag #flufftober2023

Since tags are sometimes wonky, make sure to also add @flufftober in your post

We will try to catch them all, but please don't be mad if we miss a post or if it gets reblogged a bit late

If you're absolutely certain a post has slipped past us, feel free to send an ask with the link to your post

To make reblogging easier for us, make sure to add the following tags: #flufftober2023 #day [xy] #[fandom] #[ship and/or main character(s)]

If you're using a prompt extra tag it as #alt [number]

Posting to ao3

You can add your creation to the collection flufftober2023 or flufftober_2023 (yes, we've once again claimed both)

Late entries are always welcome, on tumblr as well as the ao3 collection! Neither will close - but like always, reblogs will become less regular the more months have passed...

Prompts (and explanations)

1. “I’ve got you”

2. Family, Friends, Loved Ones

3. “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

4. Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)

5. x + 1 (can be a classic "5+1 things" [or any number you want] creation or literally a plus one for an event or really anything else you can think of)

6. Corn Maze

7. Porch Swing

8. Rainy Day

9. (...) at first sight (think "love at first sight", "enemies at first sight"...)

10. Love of my Life (even this does not have to be romantic 😉)

11. Sweet Tooth

12. Fire & Ice

13. Wrong (...) (think "wrong number", "wrong train", "wrong person"...)

14. “I hate it” - “No, you don't”

15. Emergency, Confession, Adventure

16. Singing one another to sleep

17. Encouraging someone to achieve a goal

18. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

19. Keeping someone safe

20. Pumpkin

21. Swoon

22. Picking (think "picking flowers", "picking up someone", "picking out a dress", "picking a song for the wedding"...)

23. Trinket

24. [melting emoji] (does anyone even know what this emoji stands for? No? We neither but we would love for you to get creative with it 😉 but also, think "melting in the heat", "melting from embarrassment"... also, I would've loved to add it here but tumblr doesn't have this emoji yet)

25. Nook

26. Fireplace

27. Outdoor Event (think "hiking tour", "concert", "picnic"...)

28. Soothing Touch

29. “Hey, wake up!”

30. Self-Worth / Self-Love

31. Dreams Do Come True

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1: Hot Chocolate

Alt 2: “You’ve told your parents?”

Alt 3: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Alt 4: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

Alt 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!”

Scenarios

Alt 6: Reverse all the Roles

Alt 7: Create a Fairytale Retelling

Alt 8: Give your character a new occupation

Alt 9: Create a crossover of two or more fandoms

Alt 10: Have your characters share the last table at a café

[uraichievents]

UraIchi Week 2024

Monday, July 1st, 2024 - Sunday, July 7th, 2024

AO3 Collection

Full Prompts List Submitted This Year

(Click images to enlarge. Alt text under the cut.)

What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2024. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Themes:

July 1st, Day 1: i've met you before / i'll meet you again / this is the first time we've met.. right?

Time Travel / Dimension Travel

Identity Porn / Hidden Identities

“I've suffered from traumatic dreams of my past lives since I was a child, and I'm just now realizing that coming up to a beautiful stranger who looks like someone I've seen die a thousand times in a thousand different ways at a bar and asking if we've met before sounds a lot like a come-on haha no wait come back that doesn't mean I'm not desperately attracted to you please kiss me again” AU

July 2nd, Day 2: It's fact that killable problems are not real problems.

Murder Husbands

Ichigo is Deadpool / unbreakable / any other accidentally immortal being who is really kind of annoyed about it (because it’s boring, and he’s still young enough to be within his lifespan, but it sure takes the fun out of fighting).

All the times Ichigo died, he ACTUALLY died, he just came back. Every time he comes back, he comes back Wronger.

July 3rd, Day 3: Things I Should've Told You / Things I Don't Tell Anyone Else

The skeletons in your closet are about to overflow. Would you like me to tidy it up?

Ichigo is experimenting with self-expression, a hobby, etc., making up for lost time as a regular teenager. Urahara is always the first one (sometimes only one) to see or hear about a new idea.

“The person I trust most is you.”

July 4th, Day 4: Sword and Shield

I am yours to command, use me as you please.

Shiba!Ichigo and Second Division!Kisuke

Summoner/Mage AU: Paired summons who are good apart but unmatched together.

July 5th, Day 5: That One is Mine

Hollow Instincts / Feral Protective

Possessive!Kisuke: He stepped aside for Sui-Feng because Yoruichi was always master first and friend second and love interest never, and because Yoruichi wanted her in a way she's never wanted him. But Ichigo is different, and everyone soon realizes that when Kisuke truly wants something, he always gets it in the end.

“Death can’t have you. You’re mine.”

July 6th, Day 6: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some are born, some are made, and some decide being a monster's pretty fucking cool.

Visored!Urahara Kisuke AU / Vasto Lorde!Kurosaki Ichigo AU

“Ichigo forges a friendship with his Hollow in the Shattered Shaft” AU

vs. Gotei 13 AU: Ichigo time travels back from a future where he was chained to the throne as the next Soul King by the Shinigami.

July 7th, Day 7: Creator’s Choice!

As always, the above prompts are all optional, and you’re free to come with your own ideas. You can also find an excel sheet with all the prompts submitted this year linked up above, so feel free to look through that if you want, and you can also make a copy for yourself.

And that’s it! We’re looking forward to what everyone comes up with!

[maxlarens]

okay!!! another concepts thingy!!!!!! just one of the drivers (i’m thinking carlos but honestly it could be any of them) taking off their cap and putting it on you as like a teasing thing (like tipping it down so you can’t see) but then immediately regretting it because. woah. why do they like how their things look on you.

OOH carlos for suresies!!!! yeah he absolutely does this because idk his hands are full and he’s like hold this and just jams it on your head. bonus points if it’s with a 1st place cap (but i’m so sure he would like hang those somewhere special) or his spain chilli cap. but then i think he spends like a good 5-10 seconds very vacantly staring at you because he’s surprised he likes it. and from then on is like trying to find excuses to have u wear his shirts and hoodies and stuff😭 and ur like carlos i do have my own clothes yk??

i think george would do this as well. but tbh i just cant stop thinking about this gifset. him taking off carmens cap just so he can kiss the side of her head. not even to kiss her on the lips. he loves her so much thats its just so he can be closer to herrrr. and then putting it back on, not just handing it back to her like okay that’s your problem now. UGHHH OH MY GODD. so sweet. not even relevant to this at all🫣

OH AND MAX TOO

[angelsdean]

wait what did jared and jensen say at dencon 2021? i wasn’t on tumblr then and even now i can’t always keep up with everything 🫠

There was a Destiel question which i believe was directed at JUST Jensen abt how meaningful the confession was to the fan and seeing that representation. I forget the specifics of the actual question, but then Jared just started responding before Jensen could say anything. And it was just pure word vomiting abt how spn was abt more than sexuality and I believe he compared Cas saying i love you to Jared telling his children he loves them ??? and you could tell the whole time Jensen was like. going into a panic of "oh shit i need to stop this man from speaking" like you could literally see it on his face. And then Jensen finally got to cut in and he was stumbling over his words and saying how cas's love for dean went BEYOND the romantic (which imo encompasses the romantic AND MORE) and saying that since Cas is a cosmic being his love basically isn't confined by what humans can comprehend and can't be easily defined in human terms, that it "superseded" human concepts of sexual and romantic love (which again to me reads at it is even MORE than just those things).

And then some fans took this to mean that he was trying to "ungay" it or minimize Cas's love for Dean by saying it's cosmic and beyond human comprehension. Like to me what he was saying is that Cas's love is SO great that there just aren't words in human language to properly define that love!!! Yet somehow because it came after Jared's word vomit, Jensen's response got lumped in with that.

Also Jensen used the term "open to interpretation" during that response when he's framing what HIS interpretation is, and this fandom honestly has a horrible knee-jerk reaction to that phrase and automatically thinks it's negative or invalidating when literally it's a GOOD THING for media to be open to interpretation. As someone who literally got their degree in literature one of the first things you learn is that....all media is open to interpretation. And it just comes down to how well you can argue / support your interpretation with canon. And the thing about media being open to interpretation is....it means YOUR interpretation is valid too. Jensen saying this was not him saying "Castiel's for dean love is debatable" it was more "Castiel's love can mean whatever you want it to." That absolutely validates destiel. And it's a very positive statement imo, especially followed by him saying he thinks Cas's love supersedes all known language we have to describe love. Like hello???

Also the sheer hypocrisy of people acting like this was a "hashtag offensive destiel invalidating moment" to say this when I cannot count the amount of times I've seen fellow destiel shippers describe Cas's love for Dean and vice versa as akin to WORSHIP and describe their profound bond and their cosmic narrative defying love as this great powerful force. Of course that kind of love is going to go beyond human language!!! That's so fucking romantic wtf. And the fact that he said all this in front of a predominantly JayTwo / w*ncest audience ??? HUGE. And I'll always be a little salty abt people throwing Jensen under the bus after that con and making a whole big stink about his response. EYE think it was fine, given the circumstances. Great, even. Which is unfortch an unpop opinion in some destiel circles lol.

Anyways this got so long but here's a link to a gifset of his response. I can't find Jared's word vom bc i think we all just chose to delete it from our minds lol.

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are now finished with the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament; The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament is ongoing. Submissions for hot vintage women are now closed, but we are accepting propaganda for those already in the bracket.

Round 2 of the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be posted Monday, March 25th. All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hot woman in it if you need to search for a hot woman in particular.

FAQs:

“Where is [my favorite hot woman]?” It depends. Have you checked all the polls in the tag? Have you done a tag search for her? If you still haven’t found her, either nobody submitted her or she did not fit the criteria of being a movie woman from 1910-1970.

“Can I still submit hot women?” No, the submission window has closed. Please do not send in women you wish had made it into the bracket. I can’t do anything with those asks and they just make me sad.

“I have additional propaganda for the hot women!” Great! Send me an ask or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. You can also tag me in posts if you see a gifset or fancam that feels like good propaganda. I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot woman, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from before 1910 or after 1970). I also don’t accept propaganda of TV appearances unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves. Please break long asks full of photo propaganda up into a few short ones. I watch every video I receive so I can add trigger warnings, so please don't send long video essays—I don't have time to watch them.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot woman. If you really hate that a certain hot woman is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournaments because of scummy things she did in her lifetime, please read my take on it here.

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

The views expressed in the propaganda are not my own. I don’t submit my own propaganda, and I don’t change what’s submitted beyond fixing obvious spelling mistakes. If you hate a poll bio or a pic, let me know and send me something I can use instead. Thoughtless bitching without constructive help gets blocked.

"Where are the hot men?" Most of them are in the shadow realm! Toshiro Mifune was crowned the winner of the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament, and the rest were banished below the earth, where shadows creep and the hours grow long. You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!), or you can do a tag search to find out what happened to a specific hot man.

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

If you want to search through the different rounds of the tournaments, I'm including links under the cut.

First round of the hot men—#round 1 archive, #round 1 blog

Second round of the hot men—#round 2 archive, #round 2 blog

Third round of the hot men—#round 3 archive, #round 3 blog

Fourth round of the hot men—#round 4 archive, #round 4 blog

Quarterfinals of the hot men—#round 5 archive, #round 5 blog

Semifinals—#TWO KINGS archive, #TWO KINGS blog

Finals—#hot men finals

First round of the hot women—#ladies 1 archive, ladies 1 blog

Second round of the hot women—#ladies 2

Other featured tags: #housekeeping (things that are good to know), #family lore (anecdotes relating to people sharing this with their families), #hollywood creatures (pets named after old movie stars), and #silly times (the weird polls or goofing off).

[lucienarcheron]

Boner for You [Elorcan]

Prompt: Fake Dating College AU where Lorcan just wants Elide to be his girlfriend for a party and Elide wants to pretend she isn’t thrilled about it. |

Genre: Fluff/Humor Rating: SFW despite the title lol. Recommended listen: Born by OneRepublic Author’s note: Inspired by this gifset here. I saw it and it screamed Elorcan. I just had to find a way to fit it in and what better way than fake dating?

She stood scowling, rooted in her spot.

If it was up to her, she would stay rooted to this spot forever rather than step into that frat party and have to embarrass herself for him.

Elide’s eyes shifted up to glare at Lorcan who was glancing down at her with a smirk.

“Scared?”

“No.” she scoffed. “More annoyed with myself for letting you put me in this position.”

He grinned at her and brought an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closely into him. “Now now, you agreed on your own. All I did was ask.”

“Desperately.” Elide gritted out and his grin widened.  “You asked very desperately.”

“And then you agreed to come to this party with me.” He said, leaning down to meet her gaze. His smile was wicked and Elide wanted to reach up and choke him. “You agreed to come with me to the party and be my girlfriend so that my ex would leave me alone.”

“Pretend. I am pretending to be your girlfriend.” Elide emphasized then pointed at him with narrowed eyes. “And what if your crazy ex-girlfriend decides to turn her crazy on me, hm? What happens then?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, kitten.” he replied, his voice low and he playfully tried to bite her finger which she retracted immediately with a growl.

“I’m not your kitten. Don’t call me that.”

“I didn’t say my kitten but I see how you like the possessiveness of the term.” he replied, grinning at her and she scowled again. “I’ll make sure to call you that in front of people so that they know what my girlfriend likes.”

“I’m going to punch you in the face if you don’t stop.”

“You can’t reach my face, kitten.”

Elide pulled away from his arm and used every bit of strength she had to yank him down by the front of his shirt until they were inches apart.

“Yes, I can.” she replied, glaring. “Don’t push your damn luck, Salvaterre.”

“Feisty. I’m hella turned on right now.” he said, grinning obnoxiously and Elide nearly did punched him right then and there.

“Lorcan.”

“Elide.”

“I hate you.”

“Yet, you’re still here.”

Elide groaned and shot him another glare then pointedly gestured towards the door. “Let’s get this over with, you giant barbarian.”

It had been so stupid of her. So stupid.

Did she know that this would happen when she agreed to tutor his stupid ass in their Calculus course? No.

Did she think she would start crushing on this giant jock with a handsome face and really nice body while she was tutoring him? Definitely not.

Despite how annoying he was now, Lorcan was actually a good student. So when he spent the majority of their last lesson completely zoned out, she snapped at him until he confessed. He had caught her completely off guard when he asked her to go with him to a party that Fenrys was hosting. She had gotten invited alongside all her friends but hadn’t planned on going — she had even forgotten about the whole thing, until he asked.

It had taken every ounce of willpower in her not to blush and not to get too happy about it.

-Two days ago-

“Why?”

“Why what?” he had asked her confused.

“Why are you asking me?”

He shrugged. “I need someone to play my girlfriend for the party.”

“And you thought of me?”

“Yeah.” he had replied. “You’re smart and hot. Plus you're tiny and it makes me look bigger than I already am.”

Her expression flattened. “So you want me to go with you because I help inflate your ego?”

“Yup.” he smirked.

She squinted at him then said, “No.”

“Come on,” he insisted, attempting a pleading look. “I know your friends are going and it’ll be fun.”

“You think I want my friends to see me pretending to be your girlfriend?”

“They’d love it.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“What if I told you it was because my ex was there and I really don’t want to deal with her?” he asked and Elide pursed her lips at what seemed to be a genuine expression. As if Lorcan Salvaterre couldn’t handle his ex-girlfriend.

“So you want me to play buffer between you and your ex?”

“No. When she sees you with me, she won’t approach at all.”

Elide snorted. “I doubt Maeve will be intimidated by me at all, if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“Oh, Maeve will never see you coming. She’ll be too shocked.” Lorcan replied with a small smile.

“Shocked that you’ll stoop low enough to date a girl like me?” she asked, glowering at him.

“Shocked that a beautiful, smart girl like you would even look at a guy like me.” he corrected with a grin and Elide had wanted to punch herself for blushing.

“Well...there’s so much of you, you’re not exactly hard to miss.” she muttered, intensely gazing at her textbook. “Giant beefcake.”

Lorcan burst out laughing at that and Elide shot him a dirty look.

“If you haven’t already put that as my name on your contact list, please change it to that.” he said after it took him a few minutes to calm himself in which Elide thought of multiple ways to stab him to death with her pencil.

“I already have you down as ‘Annoying asshole’. I think it suits you better.” she huffed and he smirked at her.

“Fair enough.” he had replied, leaning closer to her. “So will you go with me? I’d be honored to have you as my pretend girlfriend.”

After a few moments of silence, she had finally agreed, on the condition that no intimate gestures would take place.

He laughed for another ten minutes at that and then Elide almost really did stab him with her pencil.

~

Currently, Elide wished she had stabbed him just to avoid stepping into this jungle.

Music was blaring, people were drunk all over the place, not to mention all over each other. Elide grimaced slightly. Lorcan’s gaze fell on her expression and he smirked before turning back to face the hallway, maneuvering them through the bodies.

“So which room do you want to start in first?”

“We will not be going into any rooms at all.” she snarled. “Open spaces only.”

Lorcan turned suddenly, causing Elide to crash into him. She staggered for a moment but Lorcan’s arm easily came around her waist, holding her tight against his chest. “Why? You’ve been in a room alone with me before, Elide.”

“That was the library. We’re never really alone in there.” she said, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him with flushed cheeks. “I already told you no funny business!”

Lorcan laughed and brought his face down to the crook of her neck, nuzzling his nose there before moving to her ear and speaking quietly, “Trust me, Elide. Business between us would be anything but funny.”

Her whole body heated at his words as he pulled away with another one of his wicked smiles and Elide let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

“You giant animal.” she hissed and he snickered.

“You know kitten, you keep mentioning how much of a giant I am.” he purred. “I’m starting to think you’re hella attracted to how much of me there is. You like that I dwarf you, don’t you?”

Elide could almost feel the steam coming out of her ears as she glared at him but he only laughed and winked at her.

She wanted to run at him and pound his face in. Elide was well aware he was making fun of her and yeah she was attracted to him because he was really handsome. And tall. And beefy. She did like that he dwarfed her. In her low moments, she often wondered what it would be like to actually have his giant body on hers.

Despite how annoying he was, she had to admit, he had charmed her in one way or another. The time they spent together working on calculus was ridiculous and he infuriated her to no end. But then he also brought her a cup of coffee and a snack for every tutoring session. He pissed her off but he made her laugh too. Lorcan was nice to her, even when he was being annoying.

Sighing, she followed him. Elide would play his girlfriend. Maybe she’d enjoy it. In fact, maybe she’d be the one to surprise him. With a determined expression on her face, she followed where Lorcan was now heading towards his friends.

What Elide didn’t know was that Lorcan was giddy as hell on the inside. He had taken a risk asking her that day but he’ll be damned if he didn’t at least try with her. This wasn’t about Maeve at all. That bitch wasn’t even at the party but Lorcan was willing to use her as an excuse if only to get Elide to come with him. Tutoring had been the first excuse so he could get her number. He was crushing on this tiny girl so badly, it made Lorcan want to dig a hole and die in it. She was too good for him. Way too pure. But he saw the way she looked at him sometimes. And he saw the way she blushed at the things he said and that had given him hope. Also, it gave his imagination a lot to work with.

“Elide! You CAME!” Fenrys half screamed, already drunk. He came and threw himself on her and Elide yelped at his weight.

“Hi, Fenrys.” she choked out and Lorcan quickly yanked his giggling friend off Elide.

“Don’t crush my girlfriend. I haven’t tortured her enough yet.”

Elide shot him a glare and Fenrys let out a loud gasp.

“YOU GUYS ARE DATING?”

“Yup.” Lorcan replied, grinning obnoxiously at Elide, the glare still in his direction.

“Nope.”  She countered and Lorcan raised a brow.

“SINCE WHEN? UGH FINALLY LORCAN.” Fenrys continued, leaning against the wall for support and it was Elide’s turn to raise a brow.

“Finally?” Elide asked and Lorcan smirked.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten.”

Elide narrowed her eyes then broke out into a devilish smile. She leaned closer into Lorcan, bringing an arm around his waist. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve been pining over me all this time.” she said and it was Lorcan’s turn to narrow his eyes at her. “If I didn’t know you were truly clueless at calculus, I’d think it was an excuse to spend time with me...babe.”

Lorcan blinked and prayed his body wouldn’t betray him because Elide was touching him all on her own and he felt that death was near. Her delicate hands were on his body and he felt both blessed and cursed. Fenrys giggled drunkenly.

“SHE CALLED YOU BABE. AW SHIT. YOU’RE IN DEEP LORCAN.”

“Is he now?” Elide asked, looking over at Fenrys. “Do tell.”

“Shut up, Fenrys.”  Lorcan snarled softly and Elide’s mischievous grin returned.

“Oh please, Fenrys, tell me.”

“PFFT, HE’S HAD A BONER FOR YOU FOR LIKE — MONTHS NOW.”

“Does he now?” Elide asked sweetly, lifting her eyes to meet Lorcan’s, pulling away from him and he scowled at her.

“YEAH. LIKE — HE NEVER SHUTS UP ABOUT YOU. HE ALWAYS STARES AT YOU LIKE A CREEP.”

Fenrys clearly wanted to die today. Lorcan’s scowl deepened but it was mixed with a slight panic and he bopped his friend on the side of his head causing Fenrys to yelp in return. He wanted to tell Elide he liked her. But not like this and certainly not through Fenrys.

“He’s drunk. Don’t flatter yourself and believe him.” Lorcan muttered to her, attempting the bravado he had when they first came in.

Elide blinked, her lips forming a small pout and she saw his eyes flash for a moment. “Well, geez, relax beefy.” she said quietly. “I already know you wouldn’t stoop for a girl like me. You’re the one who insisted I come with you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” he quickly amended and surprise colored Elide’s face at the red staining his cheeks. “I just — don’t listen to Fenrys — he’s being stupid —”

Elide waved a hand and cut him off, trying not to let the way her heart dropped at his words show in her expression. “Don’t worry about it. You should go get your girlfriend a drink.” she said, looking anywhere but him. “I’m going to need several if I have to keep pretending to like you.”

She could’ve swore hurt, then regret, flashed in his eyes before he reluctantly left her side to find the drinks. Elide watched him as he left and let out a sigh then her eyes scanned the room for any of her other friends.

“You know — hiccup — he really does like you.” Fenrys said, still rubbing the spot where Lorcan hit him. Elide turned to him with a raised brow.

“Does he now?”

Fenrys nodded then winced, rubbing his head again. “He just has a s-shitty way of showing it.” he slurred softly. “Maeve was a manipulative b-bitch. She totally — hiccup — fucked him up.”

Elide’s eyebrows furrowed and a small frown came on her face. Maybe Fenrys was right but that was certainly too much to hope for. Sure, he flirted with her nonstop and she had been attracted to him but Elide wasn’t really experienced and he most certainly was and —

“You’re overthinking it, t-tiny one.” Fenrys said with a drunk chuckle. “I can see it on your pretty face.”

Elide rolled her eyes but her cheeks heated nonetheless. “You’re drunk. You don’t even know what you’re saying right now.”

“Listen, I’m drunk cupid.” he said with a hiccup. “You got a b-boner for him like he has one for you. Just DO IT.”

Elide winced as he yelled the last two words, the blush deepening on her face before she waved Fenrys off. “Stop it. If he comes back just tell him I went to find the girls.”

“When you guys bone, I w-want a gift in exchange for this encouragement!” he called out after her and she flipped him off, causing him to laugh.

Elide’s eyes took in the mess of the room around her. People making out, people dancing, people laughing and drinking. She really wasn’t big on parties so she only came from time to time and each time, she was sure it would be her last.

“Well, it certainly isn’t a Fenrys party unless he’s getting flipped off by multiple people.” Aelin’s voice came from behind her and she turned with a wide grin to find her close friend.

“There you are! I was just starting to look for you and the girls!” Elide said, hugging her. “Where are they?”

“Manon and Dorian ran off doing things I don’t want to think about and Lysandra is kicking Aedion’s ass at beer pong.” Aelin replied with a laugh and Elide grinned.

“What about you and Rowan? I’m surprised you’re not all over each other at the moment.” she teased and Aelin gave her a smirk.

“We break up our intense make-outs and inappropriate touching into sessions so we don’t miss the party. You missed the first two times.” she replied with a nonchalance shrug and Elide burst out laughing.

“I’ll try to avoid any further sessions, thanks.” Elide said with an eye roll, her eyes scanning the room again, and fell on a current arm wrestling match going on between Rowan and Gavriel. Her eyes fell on the hulking figure of Lorcan intensely cheering the two on, the drink he was supposed to be getting her still in his hands.

“Forget about me...what about you?” Aelin asked and her tone made Elide meet her gaze. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“What do you mean?”

Elide knew what she meant. Her cheeks heating on their own indicated she knew exactly what Aelin was asking and the way Aelin’s smirked at her made Elide want to run from this stupid party.

“You walking in with Lorcan? Lorcan having his hands all over you when you first came in? His face buried in your neck? You having your hands all over him moments ago? Fenrys screaming something about boners and for you two to just do it?” Aelin rattled off and Elide groaned. “I mean, Elide, when were you going to tell me you guys were boning? Everyone has been taking bets on how long it’ll take for the two of you to go for it.”

Elide’s expression turned to horror and Aelin started laughing hysterically. “I-It’s not like that!” Elide quickly explained, her face burning. “I — we — it’s not like that! I’m just pretending to be his girlfriend! I’m doing him a favor!”

“Elide, Elide, Elide.” Aelin tutted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I may dislike Lorcan because he’s an annoying pig, but the heart wants what it wants. I will support you. And cut his balls off if he does anything stupid.”

Elide was about to protest again but Aelin pulled away to give her a look and she let her eyes wander back to where Lorcan was.  As if feeling her gaze, his eyes flickered to hers and Elide tried not to let his expression unnerve her. She braced herself as he started walking towards her and slowly handed her a drink.

“Sorry. I got distracted.” he said quietly and Elide took the drink, their fingers brushing as they had many times during their tutoring sessions. She curled a loose strand of hair behind her ear and gave him a thin smile.

“It’s fine. You guys look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah.” he replied and his free hand came up to rub on the back of his neck. He shot Aelin a look before looking back at Elide and leaned closer to her. “I’m sorry. About earlier too. I didn’t mean what I said.”

She raised a brow at him. Lorcan’s expression was that of a scolded child. She almost laughed.

“It’s fine.” she repeated. “I get it. Fenrys riles up everyone.”

Lorcan chuckled then his expression turned serious again as if weighing his next words carefully. His eyes flashed to Aelin again but Aelin only crossed her arms, rooted to her spot and watched earnestly. Lorcan scowled and Elide bit back a smile then brought a hand to his chin, bringing his attention back to hers.

“What’s wrong?” she asked and Lorcan’s jaw clenched when she pulled her hand away. Elide had no idea what was going on in his mind but his eyes gave away to the hurricane which were his emotions. He cleared his throat and took a step back, taking the drink he had handed her moments ago then finished the entire cup in one go.

“I just wanted to say…” he began, then licked his lips. “Fenrys wasn’t wrong. He’s...he’s right.”

Elide blinked, looking between her empty hand and his earnest face. “W-what?”

“He’s right. I do. You know.” he said and Elide saw color heat his cheeks as he waved his hand, looking anywhere but at her. “Have a boner for you or whatever.”

Her eyebrows shot up as Aelin snorted behind her but the two ignored her.

“What I meant — I mean — that isn’t how —” Lorcan growled then stopped himself, crushing the empty plastic cup in his hand. He cleared his throat and then locked eyes with her. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. It doesn’t mean you have to do anything about it. I’m just — I’m being upfront with you.”

Elide stared at him. She heard the words he was saying but she wasn’t sure she could comprehend it. Lorcan watched her expression of shock and swallowed.

“So uh. You don’t have to pretend to be my girlfriend anymore. Maeve was just an excuse for me to ask you to the party.” he said and gave her an embarrassed smile. “I uh...I’m just going to go. Have fun with the girls.”

Elide blinked again and watched him go. Her body lurched forward after him but then she paused, turning to Aelin with a dumbfounded expression.

“Did he just —?”

“Yup.”

“Does he really —?”

“Yup.”

Elide’s whole body flushed and Aelin burst into giggles.

“I can’t believe he actually likes me.” she mumbled and Aelin squinted at her.

“Why wouldn’t he? You’re amazing, El.”

Elide shook her head. “I just...never thought I was his type.”

“You are very much his type.” Aelin confirmed and Elide looked at her curiously. “He’s whined to Rowan about you before when he doesn’t think I’m around. Jokes on him, Rowan tells me everything anyways.”

Elide’s cheeks flushed and she bit her lip. “So...so this is real? He isn’t...playing a game or anything?”

Aelin shook her head with a smile. “Definitely not. He knows you’re the real deal.” she said and Elide’s eyes flickered back to where Lorcan had returned to an even more intense arm wrestling match than before. He was seated in the place of Rowan, giving his opponent a menacing look as they got ready to go.

Elide watched him. She watched the curve of his body as he sat, barely putting in any effort to knock his opponent down. The corner of her lip went up when he started sniggering at the poor fellow clenching his arm and at the two who took his place. Idiots. She thought. He was a giant beast, none of them would actually be able to beat him.

“Jeez, Elide. Get a damn room.” Aelin said with a snort. Elide shot her a look.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Aelin grinned. “Maybe. But at least I’m usually in his lap when I stare at Rowan like that.” she said then gently pushed Elide. “You should probably move along if you would like the same fate.”

“You think he’s annoying.” she said incredulously.

“Yes, he is and I would love to stab him if pulls anything.” Aelin said and then shrugged. “But he's not a total loser. What can I say? I’m a sucker for love.”

Elide blushed then bit her lip. He had been upfront with her. Maybe it was time she returned the favor.

Taking one last look at Aelin, Elide moved. She weaved her way through the bodies, her eyes locked on Lorcan and his bulging muscles that easily knocked over the two opponents across from him. She watched him laugh at his success but the laugh quickly died in his throat when Elide slid into the seat across from him.

She heard the murmur of confusion that her move had caused but her eyes were locked on the male across from her as he gazed at her with a raised brow.

Elide rested her elbow on the table and held her hand up, in position for the silly arm wrestling game he’d been playing. She gestured with her chin to his arm and with a tilt of his head, he slowly reached out to clasp his palm in hers.

“What are you doing?”

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked quietly, her heart racing at their linked palms. She really did like how his hand completely enveloped hers.

Lorcan held her gaze and she saw the sincerity in them when he answered. “Yes.”

“You have a boner for me then?” she asked with a small smile and his lips twitched.

“I do. A big boner.” he replied, a grin spreading on his face now. “Both emotionally and physically.”

“That’s good.” she said and leaned her body across the table, planting a quick kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in surprise and Elide took that moment to bring his arm down, giving her a cheater’s win in the arm wrestling match. “Because I have a boner for you too.”

At that moment, with him gaping at her stupidly, it felt like the rest of that room had vanished. It was just the two of them and a thrill rushed through her body. Lorcan stared at her for a few seconds before his head leaned back and he barked out a loud laugh.

Cheeks burning, Elide pulled back with a grin of her own.

“You owe me a date, Salvaterre. I expect you to deliver.”

He leaned back in his chair and gave her a look that made heat flood low in her belly. Oh, how she hated him.

“I owe you several dates and I plan to deliver on every single one of them.” he replied smoothly.

“Don’t expect me to go any easier on you during our tutoring though. I’m a dedicated instructor.” she said and leaned against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. His eyes lingered there a little too long before meeting her gaze and leaning forward against the table as well.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from my girlfriend.”

“Actual girlfriend now, huh?”

“Mm. This plays into so many of my fantasies.”

“Does it now?”

“I’ve been a very bad student, kitten.”

“I honestly cannot stand you.” she replied incredulously, but the knowing grin he gave her had her toes curling and cheeks burning again. He held his palm open to her.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked quietly and she slipped her hand into his. She really liked how much he dwarfed her.

“I most definitely do.”

[golden28s]

Totally optional, fun Gallavich questions ☀️🌙

thanks for tagging me to the coolest person @callivich 💖

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? i havent read that many gallavich fanfics since i watched the show in like april BUT im loving Africa and ill probably read it once it's finished

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? s7 gifsets are really person to me but also maybe s10 and s11 because they reached the peak of softness

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? maybe that ian would tell mickey "i told you so" when they become parents and mickey turns out to be an absolute incredible dad that will play, sing, dance anything with his children.

What’s a fanart you love looking at? maybe @gallavichonly @heymrspatel and i accept recommendations btw id love to see more fanart

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? id probably write like a series of one shots based on taylor swift songs

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else? i think that not judging characters, like always be aware of their circumstances and what made them do or say that and that might not justify them but it explains their thought process, it explains why and gives them some sort of humanity to their mistakes idk if this makes sense but yeah that, don't judge a character too soon, try to understand them.

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? the secret dating, we know they secretly dated and stuff but i feel like it's actually a really fun concept to play with despite their circumstances in the show, it gives you so many possibilities.

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show? the early seasons have special place in my heart, so s4-5 and i think gallavich totally saved s7, i love that part of the season

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? i would've loved to see ian healing from the grooming and realizing it was grooming, it would've been nice for the character to heal old wounds and start fresh a new life with mickey in a new neighborhood ready to create new memories

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough? the just wondering if we're a couple or not scene, we definitely should discuss more the fact that mickey answered too quickly, he absolutely had been calling ian boyfriend in his head

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? im gonna quote noel fisher and as he said: "Ian's been that kind of guiding angel for Mickey so he's going to have to turn into a pretty much kind of a protective angel for Ian"

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale? i think they're gonna learn to communicate even more, they were in really good path already. i think the writers didn't have much faith in them in that aspect but the conversation they have in s11 about going back or not to the new neighborhood made evident that they can communicate, they listen to each other and understand the reasons, each other's feelings. so yeah, i think they're gonna get even better at that and also they're not gonna wait that much to become parents. i think they eventually will find new jobs, ian will have his tomatoes and mickey will adore looking at him doing his thing every sunday morning. i really really think they finally found their peace, their home and are gonna be very very happy and disgustingly in love forever because they're also hopeless romantic and want that so bad.

im gonna tag a few people and as always feel free to do it or not <3 @lupeloto @mikhailoisbaby @mickeysgaymom @redwiccanrobin @lyricailove @energievie @depressedstressedlemonzest @juliakayyy

[goddessofroyalty]

Blood for Blood

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys

Summary: Aemond is married to the omega who took his eye. And while he is not such a fool to request an eye for an eye, blood for blood seems a fair trade. Or: Omegaverse Aemond/Lucerys arrange marriaged wedding night smut where Aemond is not cruel, but he is also not kind (and Lucerys has both none of and all the power).

Warnings: Underage sex, uncle-nephew incest, forced marriage and matehood, dubcon bordering on noncom, knots that hurt (or are at least very uncomfortable the first time)

Notes:

I don’t actually go here so know nothing about the show other than what I’ve picked up on gifsets on tumblr. I just got really obsessed with this idea for some reason and here we are. Basically don’t ask me when this is set in the timeline or any of the political ramifications of it (but feel free to tell me when you think this is and what you think they are).

I was going to give Lucerys a lot more layers before I realised then I would have to get him out of all those layers. Just pretend there are 2 more layers between the Outer gown and shift when imaging the full gown.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43985872

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Aemond had spent the ceremony wondering how anyone believed Lucerys was as fragile as they liked to claim. The omega holding his head high and proud, sure in how this would ensure his inheritance and keep his mother’s right safe as well.

Now Aemond sees what makes Lucerys mother and retinue coo about their delicate boy, warning Aemond not to harm him despite his nephew having already proven that he is the one of the two of them capable of maiming the other. Lucerys’ gaze darting across the room nervously as he worries his plump lip with his teeth, cringing whenever they even momentarily land on the wedding bed.

Aemond leaves the boy to his glancing, going to wash his hands in the rose-water filled basin and strip himself of the heavier outer layers, leaving himself in his shirt and breeches.

Lucerys gets very good at avoiding even looking at the wedding bed once Aemond sits on the edge of it.

“Mate,” Aemond says, not actually expecting the omega to come when called.

“Don’t,” Lucerys says, his voice uneven even as he meets Aemond’s eye. “I am not your mate yet.”

Aemond laughs at it, getting over to crowd his nephew and new-husband’s space. Watching the omega’s eyes harden as Lucerys clearly steels himself to not step back.

“Surely you aren’t hiding behind that technicality?” Aemond reaches out to wrap one of Lucerys’ curls around his finger. Saving the little flinch it earns him. “In the eyes of the court we are and soon we will be by even the commoner’s definition.”

“I-” Lucerys’ pupils dart as he tries to find the words and Aemond waits in rapt anticipation for what he will come up with. “Call me Luke.”

Aemond can’t help and grin at that, his hand falling from his nephews curl to instead cup his jaw, gentler than he really wants to.

“I could call you Strong and it would not matter. You must play your part in this as much as I must mine.”

“Please,” Lucerys’ mutters, twisting his face so his cheek is brushing Aemond’s hand instead of chin. “Uncle, I am sorry for what I did. What must I do to have peace in this marriage?” He shudders as he shuts both his eyes, forcing a steadying breath before looking back up at Aemond. “Is it my eye you want?”

“No.” No anymore.

Aemond lets his hand fall from his new mate’s face, resting it on the collar of the omega’s wedding-gown, his fingers curled so his knuckles rest against the skin of the boy’s neck.

He watches as the realization dawns on Lucerys’ face. The fear creeping in as he realizes what he has been handed over into by his mother to secure both their thrones. No escape for her little Strong bastard this time despite his soft features and sweet act.

“Come,” he says, taking hold of his nephew’s hands and leading the omega to the bed. Lucerys for his part follows loyally, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring off across the room. Not even reacting as Aemond undoes the laces of his outer gown.

“I did not think you would surrender this easily.” Lucerys may be a bastard but he was still of dragon-blood and had already taken the blood of another despite being omega-aligned.

“This is not surrender,” Lucerys hisses, glancing at Aemond from the corner of his eyes, their darkness suits his hate. “It is as you said I have a part to play as much as you do.”

“And what part is that?” Aemond says, moving to the foot of the bed, his hands resting on the white sheets either side of Lucerys’ hips so he can lean right into the omega’s space. “The delicate nervous maiden?”

“If you are questioning-”

“I am not. By now your mother would have done something to protect the fact if you truly were not.” She no doubt would believe that Aemond would revel in being able to prove the lack of morals in her house. That he would wave pure-white sheets as a banner in a battle against her and hers.

She is not so clever to hide her plays and there is none here. Her darling omega is untouched until now.

“Then what point are you trying to make?”

“No point,” Aemond says, nipping at the now exposed collarbone just to hear Lucerys gasp. His next words are said low by the omega’s ear. “You do not need to keep up the act around me. I know what you really are.”

Lucerys shoves him away at that. Holding him away so his nephew can glare up at him.

“You do not know me. And this is not an act,” the boy spits out. But he doesn’t push further. Doesn’t shove Aemond away and run to his mother like he could.

“Don’t I?” Aemond asks, taking one of the hands pressed against his chest. Tugging the outer gowns sleeve off before pressing a kiss to the scent gland on the inside of the omega’s wrist. Never breaking eye contact with his nephew as he runs his teeth down it.

It seems to turn Lucerys pliant again, and Aemond takes the opportunity to get the sleeve off the other arm as well. The top part of the gown falling into his new husband’s lap over the second half.

“We need to take the rest off as well,” he reminds when Lucerys stays planted on the bed.

He takes Lucerys’ hand to pull him from the bed even if he knows the omega can do it perfectly well himself. Resting his other hand on his new husband’s waist as the gown falls in a puddle at his feet, feeling the muscles move though the shift as Lucerys frees his feet from it. The omega standing on top of the pile as if he doesn’t care if he damages the expensive green material. As if he’s doesn’t care about soiling Aemond’s family’s symbol.

“And the other one,” Aemond adds, tugging up the skirt of the shift by its waist.

“Uncle please don’t,” Lucerys says, bordering on a cry. “Let me keep it on.”

“And catch your maidenhood in it and not the sheets?” Aemond asks just to see Lucerys wince. “People talk enough about you as is.”

He watches Lucerys process the words and waits for the agreement that he is right, tugging at the shift again when the brown eyes settle in decision.

“Fine. But if I am to be bare than so should you,” Lucerys says, catching Aemond’s hand to stop it.

“That is not necessary-” He hadn’t thought about it but he realizes he had fully planning on just shoving his breeches down low enough to get his knot out to do the act.

“No. But it is fair. And I already have to bare so much more to ensure this matehood is recognized.” Lucerys is the one that will have to prove his maidenhood taken, and if this does result in a child, will be the one to birth them. The irony of how protected omega nudity is when their lives require it shown to others by necessity more than alphas.

“You are getting so much more out of this matehood.” Two claims solidified and someone else to defend against the bastard taint.

“You are getting a lot more from it than many other of your prospects.” Anything that is Lucerys’ will be Aemond’s. The resulting children will carry his name and not their barers and while not pure they will have dragon-blood sustaining them in the womb.

Lucerys is watching him as closely as he watched the omega as he comes to weigh his options.

“Perhaps you will be a fine negotiator in time,” Aemond concedes as he tugs his shirt over his head.

It earns him a huff of a laugh as Lucerys tugs his shift over his own head as Aemond works his breeches off. The two standing nude before each other soon enough.

Lucerys is more muscular than any other omega Aemond has seen bare. His legs fit and buttocks round from the necessary strength to ride a dragon. His stomach toned and defined, evidence that his mother has ensured he was trained despite his designation. Even his breasts are firmer than even the standard expected of males of the soft designation.

That stomach will soften for Aemond’s child when it is time.

Lucerys is watching him back, his eyes locked on the eyepatch.

“I said for us both to be bare did I not?” he says, and Aemond has to catch his hand to prevent him from reaching for it.

“It stays on.”

“No,” Lucerys says with a shake of his head that has his curls bouncing. And Aemond must be distracted by that for the omega to be able to dart past his defenses with this free hand, snatching the eyepatch from his eye and scurrying onto the bed to hide it under the pillows before Aemond can catch him.

He does at least have the decency to gasp when he turns around to face Aemond again.

“I’m sorry,” Lucerys says before Aemond can demand if he’s happy yet?, the omega making his way down the bed to kneel at the foot of it. A gentle hand coming up to rest against Aemond’s face, thumb rubbing the delicate skin under his sapphire-replacement.

“Are you satisfied?” With forcing the damage bare. With his handiwork in carving Aemond’s eye out.

“No, I, I am truly sorry,” Lucerys says, his previous joy and fear gone from his voice replaced with guilt. “I only meant to protect my brother.”

“Our intentions do not change the results.”

“Of course,” Lucerys says, drawing away to return to the center of the bed. The place in the room that only a little ago had been terrifying now apparently turned refuge.

The terror returns when Aemond follows him into it. Not that it causes Lucerys to shy away from him when Aemond reaches for him, running his hands over the exposed pale skin as Lucerys. Feeling the tense muscle ripple at his touch.

Lucerys doesn’t so much open his legs as let them fall apart when Aemond’s hands start their path up the inside of them. The omegas inner-thighs slick in what is the only evidence he has been bordering on heat this whole time.

“I,” Lucerys starts as Aemond runs his finger against the source of the slick, the omega’s voice shaky. “I would like to see your face.”

It’s not a detailed explanation of a preference for how they are to do this but it is effect to make the position Lucerys wants clear.

“I would not.”

Lucerys gives a huff at it. And Aemond is sure it would be joined by some comment, whether about alphas or him particularly he does not know, if not for the situation.

“Well, I’m not moving,” Lucerys says more petulant child than demanding prince. But it gets the message across the same – if that is what Aemond wants than Aemond must do it himself.

His dear nephew should have thought more before making that stance. He may be strong for an omega but Aemond is a trained alpha. It’s all too easy for him to grab the boy’s leg and drag him down the bed by it, wresting him over and forcing him to his knees.

“Brute!” Lucerys cries as he pushes himself up by his elbows but makes no move to get away.

“Are you not strong enough to take it?” Aemond asks, grinding his hardening member between those slick thighs. He had thought, when he was told about the marriage, that he would struggle to perform his duty on a nephew that had maimed him. That fear has completely evaporated now.

Lucerys gives out a huff at that and Aemond is kind enough to let the omega take the time to prop himself on the pillows of the bed, settling his top half on them.

“If the point is to stain the sheets this feels ineffective.”

“I’m sure we can find a way,” Aemond comments, spreading the firm cheeks before him to see his prize for the night. Unable to resist the urge to press his thumb against the glistening puckering hole.

A hand is suddenly on his hips and his eyes snap up to meet Lucerys’ frantic ones.

“Uncle, slow, please.” He must know he is in no place to make such requests and yet he does. Asking for the mercy Aemond hadn’t been offered.

“I suppose if I do not I will never be sure if our children are mine?” It would make it too easy for Lucerys to justify indiscretion if he believed his husband to be cruel.

Lucerys shakes his head.

“I will be faithful,” he promises. As if his mother hasn’t ruined any chance of that being believed.

And I’m sure my father will believe it, Aemond wants to say, because it is true. His older half-sister’s family can do anything and their king will believe whatever story they make up.

He doesn’t. Instead leaning down to capture the plump lips in what is the second kiss of their marriage.

Lucerys feels as unsure in it as he had the first but he lets Aemond do as he pleases, lips parting as Aemond’s tongue presses against them. Letting Aemond feel the gasp as two of his fingers breach the previously untouched hole.

Aemond wonders if it is truly untouched or if Lucerys had explored himself in the way omegas sometimes did in heats. The vice-grip on his fingers means nothing, he is sure his nephew’s nerves would be enough to ensure that even if he had been with an alpha the night before.

Aemond is not as methodical as he could be in the stretching. But it is hardly something he must do.

Still he enjoys the little gasps and whimpers Lucerys gives out at it. Eye lashes fluttering as Aemond finds a spot inside him that makes the omega’s toes curl.

It is a shame it is inside him. Aemond would like to be able to cause that reaction in his nephew when the boy forgets his place in the pecking order in the court.

He regrets his choice in positioning when he finally removes his fingers. Completely unable to see what, if anything, settles on Lucerys face as he does.

It is not fear he is imagining in the omega’s eyes, as he uses the slick coating his fingers to pump himself a few times to be sure he is fully hard, but anticipation.

Lucerys’ whole body tenses when he aligns the head of it to the wet hole.

“That will only make it worse,” Aemond chastises.

“I know,” Lucerys says, a hand coming back to press against Aemond’s hips. His sharp nails digging into the flesh of it. They both know he couldn’t actually stop it but it promises not just Lucerys’ blood will be spilt if Aemond did. “Just give me a few moments.”

Aemond lets out a huff at it. His nephew keeps asking for patience, and careful, and slow that one would think he believed his uncle’s nature to be kind.

He watches as Lucerys sides move in and out with the deep purposely breathes the omega takes to calm himself, shimming his hips in what really is a blatant tease.

Lucerys tenses when Aemond leans over him. Aemond running his dry hand up the omega’s tight side to wrap around his chest, thumb playing with one of his small nipples as Aemond nuzzles against the scent gland on Lucerys’ neck he will be biting into once he finally gets his knot into him.

“Save your fight for our enemies,” Aemond advises. Not that he yet knows who their shared enemies will be.

It doesn’t work immediately, nor did Aemond expect it to. But Lucerys’ form does eventually relax, giving another of those cautious teasing shifts of his hips.

“You can now if you want.”

“Can I? Or are you going to have another moment of indecision about this?” Aemond asks, not that surprised when it earns him a whack from the omega.

There’s a part of him that wants to grab Lucerys for it. To turn the omega around and pin his legs by his ears and show him that his pathetic swings are nothing compared to Aemond’s strength.

He doesn’t. Slowly pressing into the wet entrance that his cock has been resting against for the last too long, allowing the gravity of his hips coming down do all the work.

Lucreys gives out a keen at it. But not one clearly or pain or pleasure, if Aemond had to hazard a guess it was curiosity as odd as that seems.

He can’t help but give a solid thrust once he has sunk all the way in. Both to make sure he is fully sheathed inside the omega and because he enjoys the gasps it forces from Lucerys’ lips.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he coos because Lucerys isn’t shuddering like some traumatized victim.

“I still think I would like to see your face,” Lucerys says after a moment’s contemplation.

“Maybe next time,” Aemond says with a kiss against the crown of brown curls. He has already decided he would like to see Lucerys in his lap, the omega sinking himself down onto his alpha’s knot.

“So there will be another time?” Lucerys asks, and Aemond still regrets his position choice because he cannot read his nephews tone.

“I doubt we will be so lucky to have a baby just from this.” Few are that skilled. Not that Aemond finds himself minding all that much.

“Of course,” Lucerys mutters with that damned unreadable tone. “Well, are we to continue?”

“So eager.” Aemond is not sure if it is because his new husband is enjoying himself or wants it over.

He supposes it doesn’t matter as he starts up a rhythm of his own making with his thrusts. They are duty-bound to each other if nothing else. Lucerys’ body is to be Aemond’s so Aemond’s sword and dragon will be Lucerys’.

Lucerys seems to be enjoying himself overall. Sure he isn’t moaning loudly but making little gasps but they are pleasure-filled. He sounds almost like his dragon does when the little thing chirps in excitement.

As the pleasure builds for Aemond and his cock starts to swell to lock them together the gasps start to turn from pleasure to pain until eventually one of Lucerys’ hands reach back to push against Aemond’s hip.

“Uncle, enough! It’s getting too much!”

“It’s just the knot,” Aemond says, thrusting the thickened base in and out knowing that it will soon lock them together for a time.

Lucerys cries at it.

“No! It’s too big! Take it out! Uncle please!”

Perhaps Aemond is cruel in that his heart doesn’t break at his nephews plees. But this is hardly the worst pain the omega will endure in life and his mother should have trained him for it just as she did to ride dragons and fight battles.

Considering that training it really is no surprise when Lucerys strikes out. His foot coming up to try and kick Aemond away as he tries to squirm away.

He probably could as well. The knot isn’t fully swollen and Aemond can feel it threaten to tug out at it. Not that it would do either of them any good if Lucerys actually succeeded at his goal. It only asking for more pain.

“Enough,” Aemond decides when a sharp elbow comes at his gut. Grabbing both of Lucreys’ arms as he blocks the omega’s legs in with his own, leaning his full bulk over him to prevent the attempted escape. Pushing his hips close so the knot stays where it is put until it will be impossible to remove until it is gone down. “You were made to take this. So take it.”

Lucerys gives out a desperate, pathetic whine as Aemond bites into his shoulder to seal their matehood in body as well as in law. His breathing long and desperate and wet as the high of it for Aemond passes, leaving him in the reality of being locked in his new mate as his body tries to fill him with seed.

Lucerys chest is panting under him as the omega gets himself back under control. Perhaps Aemond should be more attentive to him but he is mostly concerned with his own discomfort – this position not an ideal one to hold for the next quarter hour. While he could just collapse his weight forward it would not do well for him to crush his new mate.

“Shall we move?” he asks once Lucerys’ breathe is even enough that he thinks his words might actually be heard.

“If you do I will take your other eye,” Lucerys says. There enough heat behind the words that Aemond takes their message seriously even if he does not the actual threat of it.

“Can I at least put a pillow beneath us?” At least then some of the strain of his own thighs will be eased.

“Carefully,” Lucerys agrees after a moment because his own must also be starting to burn.  

Aemond reaches for one of the pillows that Lucerys has not already claimed to rest his chest on. Easing it beneath the omega’s hips, ignoring the little hiss it earns him as he does. A little pain will be worth being able to not have to keep holding themselves up on their knees.

Lucerys slowly sinks into the pillow once it is set, carefully stretching his legs out beneath him as Aemond lets his weight slowly rest on him.

Aemond knows the knot should not last more than a quarter of an hour but that is still time that must be passed and conversation with his new mate not something he wants right now. So instead he entertains himself by nuzzling against his nephew’s hair and lapping up the blood his teeth drew on the pale expanse of a neck. Enjoying the little grumbles it earns him and the hiss that occurs when Lucerys twists to try and bat him away.

Aemond gives an experimental tug as he feels the knot start to deflate.

“Don’t!” Lucerys barks at it, reaching back. This time to hold Aemond’s hip against him.

“I thought you would be done with me?”

“I will once it doesn’t hurt,” Lucerys hissess, in what is probably his most honest of the night.

“It won’t be much longer,” Aemond promises, reaching down to remove the hand and sharp nails from where they dig into his skin.

The whine Lucerys gives in response sounds more like impatience than pain so Aemond goes back to his nuzzling for the few more minutes it takes for his knot to fully deflate.

He slides the pillow out from under Lucerys hips before pulling himself out. And, as expected, Lucerys collapses forward, rolling around so his back is against the bed.

“What are you smiling at?” Lucerys demands, propped up on his pile of pillows as if it is his throne.

“You have more than ensured the sheets are adequately stained.”

Sure enough, when Aemond parts his new mate’s legs the sheets beneath him have a puddle of blood and seed and slick sinking into them. The suddenly elevated position causing it to flow out of him.

“What? Ngh- don’t!” Lucerys tries to squirm when Aemond comes closer, running a finger along the now red and puffy hole he had just knotted. He holds the omega’s hips in place as he pushes the finger in, forcing more of the mingling fluids out and onto the white sheets beneath. “Stop it!”

“Why? Do you want people to question whether you came to your wedding night pure?”

When no snap comes back Aemond looks up to his new mate. The omega’s face red and blotchy and tear-stained. He looks done more than anything. Exhausted on all fronts.

Yes, this is the same omega who took Aemond’s eye and Aemond deserves his revenge for it. But there is blood on the sheets and Lucerys’ will soon enough give Aemond’s mother a new innocent babe to fuss over to replace the one he stole from her that night he taught Aemond just how cruel and unjust the world could be.

Aemond draws back.

Lucerys is off as soon as he does. Darting to the robe that had been placed in the room for him to cover himself.

The omega only ventures back to the bed after Aemond gets off to retrieve his own robe. Even then Lucerys sits on the edge of the bed that faces the closed window, staring at it as if it was open and he was watching the goings on of the world. His expression a closed-off numb Aemond has seen on his own mother.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aemond doesn’t even know himself why he is asking, coming to sit beside his new mate. It shouldn’t matter – this is their duty and they have done it.

“No. It wasn’t,” Lucerys says with a glance over at him before returning to his straight stare at the window. Aemond resists the urge to lean over to see if maybe there is something his nephew is watching – a bug perhaps, that he cannot see from his angle.

“You should sleep. They will want to check over this whole scene as soon as the sun rises in the morn.”

—————

I’m probably not going to write it in full but please imaging Lucreys conversation with his mother afterwards:

“Mother! The knot!”

“I did warn you it was intense.”

“Intense!? It felt like I was going to be split in two. I thought it would kill me.”

“You get used to it. And it is nothing compared to your first babe.”

[sam-loves-seb]

gallavich questions

thanks for the tag (and the questions) @callivich !!

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar, i think i've read it 3 or 4 times now, it's one of my all time favorites

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? anytime i see a gifset from that one s5 deleted scene, yeah that one, i have to reblog

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? i have a very specific headcanon for a tattoo ian gets post-canon for mickey, and i hesitate to even explain it now bc i think one day i do wanna write a fic about him getting it, but whatever--my headcanon is that he gets an M tattooed on his left ring finger and it's a subtle yet sweet nod to his husband. (i could talk about this for 9 hours but i will limit myself and stop here)

What’s a fanart you love looking at? i've spent an obscene amount of time staring at this fanart by @doodlevich it just checks all my boxes (domestic, husbands, fluff, etc.) and it's so well done, i'm obsessed with this pieces

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? listen, i have this idea for a rock band au that lives rent fucking free in my head, and if i can find the time and the inspiration to actually turn these vibes and unorganized plot points into actual words and a coherent story in the new year, then maybe it'll see the light of day in 2024 but no promises. for now, i leave you with this: four milkovich siblings are in a rock band that is rising to success with the launch of their second studio album and subsequent tour, and ian gallagher is lead singer mandy's (fake) boyfriend--at least in the eyes of the public--and he spends some time that summer touring with the band and hooking up with their lead guitarist in secret until the band's manager/father catches wind of what's going on behind closed doors

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else? i've always been a post-canon enthusiast for almost all of my ships, but i think before gallavich i always envisioned them with a very cookie cutter standard american dream family with the house and the careers and the 2.5 kids, which usually fits a lot of my ships, but with gallavich i... don't have that same vision ?? i think they're actually my first ship that i hc more often than not without kids in their post canon life, which is a new vibe for me entirely but i kinda love reading/writing it. idk if that answers the question you asked, but it definitely answered a question

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? honestly i want more s9/10 prison era gallavich fics (and/or fanart). i think it's a gold mine era with so much untapped potential, and there are very few fics/series/whatever that really get deep with it and get to the good stuff of these two boys who haven't spent any significant time together in years but still love each other like they did way back when

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show? it flip-flops for me between s4 and s5, like right now i think it's s5 but idk if i could actually pick one or the other as my absolute favorite

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? i would give my left arm to know how the fuck (and why the fuck) mickey started rolling with his dad again in post-prison s10 era, like in 10x08 he's going to terry for advice on how to protect ian, just for terry to try to kill him again 3 episodes later ??? make it make sense john wells i'm under your bed

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough? personally i think the promise ring scene in 10x09 is criminally underrated and not talked about nearly enough, like you don't understand how happy that scene made me (stay with me here) seeing mickey stand up and fight for the future he really wants with ian and not settling for anything less

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? can i do song lyrics? i'm gonna do song lyrics--i've always thought the song godlight by noah kahan was very gallavich, especially the chorus, and especially during s4/5/6 era and it may or may not be a piece of inspiration for my big bang canon divergent fic

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale? i think they take a while to really settle into their new place and and make it their own, and it's a bit of an adjustment (for both of them) to fit in with this new crowd and this new environment, but they're learning how to grow and evolve together and at the end of the day that's all that really matters to the both of them

tagging: literally anyone who wants to play bc my brain is tired and i am too tired to try and remember everyone i probably should tag

[mikelogan]

A SFW a-z alphabet please 🙏

below the cut bc this was not short lmao (also a couple of the answers do have a TW for mentions of child abuse)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mike is a very affectionate person once he knows he can let his guard down a bit. There’s also a learning curve for him because for so long, the only type of touch he knew was pain. When he gets older and realizes he can use sex to quiet the thoughts in his head and feel pleasure, that’s what he chases. One-night stands or brief, fleeting relationships that always end in hurt feelings because he can’t live up to anyone else’s expectations. But when he finds someone who is a better fit and who understands him on a deeper level and things actually seem to last, he’s genuinely the sweetest boy! He’s very very big on touching, very tactile. He initiates cuddling and hugs and soft little kisses and really just starts to thrive when his partner does the same, when he realizes he’s deserving of that level of tenderness. He may not be the best when it comes to verbalizing his feelings, but the safer and more secure he feels, he does start to open up gradually. Just the act of him telling his partner more about his past or what he thinks about, just letting them in, is a form of his affection as well. He also strikes me as the type to leave little notes if he gets called in or is asleep before his partner gets home.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think Mike probably feels like he’s a bad friend? He’s so married to his job – work is everything to him – and that doesn’t leave a ton of room for extra-curriculars other than a few drinks in a bar where he can find someone to take home. But in reality, Mike is such a loyal person that when he finds people who take the time to really see him and don’t just write him off as some hothead cop, he’d do anything for them. People mean a lot to Mike, even if he doesn’t mean the same to him. As for how a friendship might begin, I can so easily see it being at one of his usual bars or even a restaurant he frequents and he’s sitting a bit off to the side, by himself, knocking back a couple drinks with his eyes glued to the TV that’s playing whatever sport is in-season and someone makes an errant comment about the game and he kind of perks up, especially if it’s an opinion he shares (though he takes great joy in giving Mets fans a hard time). As standoffish or unapproachable as he might appear, he is a good person, can be perfectly friendly. I think he just has to get past that initial wave of suspicion, like if someone is talking to him they must have an ulterior motive sort of situation. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Mikey, my sweet, cuddly boy!! In the same vein as A, as soon as he knows he can trust someone, he wants them in his arms or to feel their embrace. He’s such a spooner, but also I don’t think he’d be super particular about the how as long as he and his partner are curled around one another and tangled together in some way, shape, or form. (See this SATC gifset)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)TW for mentions of child abuse

For a long time – longer than it should take because he’s a stubborn motherfucker – Mike convinces himself he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to settle down or get married or have kids or any of that conventional, traditional stuff. And that’d be fine if it was true. But he wants that so damn badly that there’s an ache inside him that grows more and more pronounced as he goes from relationship to relationship. The most heartbreaking part of it is that he thinks he doesn’t deserve those things. That he doesn’t deserve happiness. That’s something other people get, but not him. And he buries that so deep, deep enough that he can tell himself he doesn’t want that, that he’s a terminal bachelor and who knows how many other platitudes. He just has such a hard time with his self-loathing. His entire childhood was spent being told and shown how worthless he was, that he deserved everything his mother did to him, and even though he logically knows he didn’t deserve that, that no child does, it’s something he has to work through and for a long time, he doesn’t want to go there because it’s easier to keep pushing it down than to unpack it all. That got depressing. Anyway, cooking and cleaning! I’m holding firm on my “Mike’s a fucking awful cook” stance. He’s not so inept that he can’t feed himself, but it’s pretty basic stuff. He can follow the directions on the back of a box for the most part, but I don’t see him enjoying cooking. He does it as little as possible, especially because the majority of his time is spent at work, plus working out and bars and sex and all that jazz, so he just doesn’t have the time for anything more. I do think he’s pretty clean, though. He’s terrible with laundry, but most clothes typically end up in or near the hamper. It’s just lugging it downstairs and actually washing and drying everything that he’s bad at keeping up with. Otherwise, his apartment is pretty damn clean and he’s fairly organized. Sometimes paperwork gets out of hand, but he’s on overtime anyway so he might as well stay a few extra hours to sort through it all every once in a while. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It really depends on the length of the relationship. I wouldn’t say Mike is commitment-phobic per se, but he certainly keeps his guard up for a while – which incidentally is why a lot of his relationships never quite make it off the ground. So if it’s more of a fling, just a few weeks or even a couple months, he hasn’t really let himself get super close yet and there’s an element of detachment. He would never go out of his way to hurt someone, but I think he’d be upfront and I don’t know, emotionless isn’t the right word, but kind of stoic about it? Probably would try and make a joke or “At least we had fun, right?” sorta vibe which definitely gets mixed reactions. In a more long-term relationship (which in my opinion he probably has very few of), it’s definitely a lot harder. He still tries to search for that detachment, but it’s nowhere near as easy once he’s been more vulnerable with someone. There’s that voice in his head telling him he should have known better than to take those walls down, that this is how it always goes, and he beats himself up afterwards for ruining a seemingly good thing. I do think that in these cases, he’s probably the one being broken up with because his partner just isn’t getting what they want or need, and it very rarely comes as a surprise. He can see the signs, but he doesn’t want to be the one to do it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said for E, he’s not completely commitment-phobic, but it’s a tough line for him. He really needs to be in a place where he’s looked inside himself, GOTTEN SOME MOTHERFUCKING THERAPY JESUS H CHRIST, and at least has started to tackle the issues he has at their root causes. And that’s really hard. But when he finds the right person, it’s something he has to do otherwise he’s not going to be able to give all of himself the way he wants to. He has to have those hard conversations and let them in, give them all the gory details he keeps to himself. But god, when that happens? It’s not like he’s a different person, but he’s so much freer and it looks so good on him. Given all that, marriage definitely is not something he’s going to jump into. He needs to be absolutely sure – mostly about himself rather than his partner because he’d already be sure about them – that this is what he wants and even then, he’s still going to turn it over and over again in his head, try to map out every possible outcome. But ultimately, it’s still a leap of faith, both in his partner and in himself. He’s nervous as hell and just as emotional, but once he gets to say the word “husband” or “wife” it’s this culmination of all his hard work and he finally gets to reap the benefits.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sweet! Boy! He’s definitely gentler on the physical side of things because being gentle emotionally takes more work for him. Not everyone can make or will respond well to flippant jokes or sarcastic comments about his past trauma. He really just has to get a feel for the person first. That being said, when the situation calls for it and he knows his partner needs it, he can be so tender and soft that it almost hurts. At his core, Mike is someone who cares so much and that can be really difficult! But there’s a level of respect there that not everyone in his life gets. I would even go so far as to say that his partner is the person he has the most respect for. He might not always say or do the right thing, but he tries to be what they need, even when he’s not sure he’s capable. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In general, I don’t think he minds hugs. He may not always be the one to initiate them, but if someone he’s comfortable around on a basic level goes for one, he’s not going to shy away. In Exiled when he’s back at the 2-7 for the first time, he hugs Lennie (so briefly lest it look gay) and I’m pretty sure Profaci, too, but I’m too lazy to look through my clips. He hugs Shirley, Profaci’s wife and touches her belly when they tell him she’s pregnant, like!! Tactile!! I told you!! With his partner, he’s always always always pulling them into his arms, whether it’s just for the hell of it or if they need comfort or virtually any other reason. Those are usually accompanied by a kiss, pressed to their lips or cheek, their temple or the top of their head. He’s a sweet boy (I type for the hundredth time because he is!! A SWEET BOY!!)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

That. Is an excellent question. Again, it takes him a while to start letting down those walls and it’s even longer than that before he can say the words. But once he’s sure? Once he knows that’s how he feels (and likely gets some sort of confirmation from his partner that they feel the same or if they say it first), he can say it with surprising ease. Mike isn’t a liar and while he’s not exactly a stranger to hiding or suppressing his feelings, he’s able to say that much. And then it’s like he can’t stop saying it. He’ll whisper it into their hair or during more intimate acts, he’ll say it just watching them do something terribly mundane, he’ll say it when they crack a joke or laugh at one of his. Sweet. Boy.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Another one of those more nuanced questions, at least in my opinion. Mike would quite literally never cheat. He’s a slut, but he’s a smart, safe, monogamous slut. Because of that, because it’s something that truly never crosses his mind, it’s also not something he’d expect from a partner. But if he’s not fully comfortable in a relationship or he doesn’t know the person that well yet or he suspects something, that jealousy can flare a bit. But in a long-term relationship, it’s really not on his radar unless his partner makes him think there’s a reason for it to be. Even then, I think it’d be more a feeling of betrayal than jealousy,  but there’s definitely an element of it there. The thing is that when he trusts his partner, he trusts them. If they’re going out without him, he’s not sitting at home or at work wondering what they’re doing or if they’re being faithful. He’s hoping they’re having a good time, he wants them to have fun and that doesn’t always have to be with him! He can get possessive, but that to me is a more sexual thing, more of like a “tell me you’re mine” kind of vibe rather than legitimate jealousy. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Mike do be kissin’! Really depends on the context though! He contains multitudes, can go from chaste little pecks to full-on licking into someone’s mouth. Most often, he tends toward the tamer end of the spectrum unless it’s clear things will be going further. For the former, like I said above, you’ve got forehead, temple, hair/head, cheek, lips, hand. For the latter, boy’s going anywhere his lips can reach, especially the neck. He’s a neck kisser for sure. As for when he’s the recipient of a kiss, I feel like he’d probably most prefer being kissed on the lips, but is certainly not averse to pretty much any other spot either. Sometimes a guy just needs little kisses pressed all over his face, y’know? It’s good for the soul.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)TW for mentions of child abuse

Mike is literally so good with kids and it makes me want to cry (and I don’t even like kids)!! In my head, he has a sister who has a veritable football team of children, all of whom he absolutely adores. He’s the uncle crawling around on his hands and knees while an indeterminate amount of screeching little creatures clings to his back. Holding babies does make him nervous, even after the 84th kid (I joke), but once he’s sitting down and settled with them in his arms or against his chest, it feels so natural. And that probably scares him at first for the various issues mentioned in previous questions, but once he allows himself to want that for himself, holding a baby is the best thing in the world. Their little fingers wrapping around his and he’s always making sure their socks stay on so their tiny feet don’t get cold and he talks to them so softly and I am crying in the club. When it comes to work, he’s always going to fight for kids. Fuck me up, Law & Order 1x09 “Indifference.” If there’s a scared or hurt kid, they are his first priority and he’ll fight tooth and nail to make sure they don’t go back to someone who poses a danger to them. It’s also why any case where abuse and/or the murder of a child is involved are so hard for him. He wants to save every kid and it’s not like a noble heroic thing like some people might think. It’s because he wished every day as a kid that someone would come save him. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mikey’s a sleepy boy. He is the opposite of a morning person. He’s typically on the quiet side, his eyes still heavy with sleep and his hair a mess. He is almost certainly leaning against his partner or laying his head on their shoulder at some point or another. All he wants is to sleep in and not have to wake up to the blaring of an alarm or a page from work. Breakfast is eaten hastily, a piece of toast stuffed in his mouth while he pulls his clothes on, and coffee is an essential. He’s not cranky exactly, just… non-functional.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent (most often) lazing on the couch and watching a movie or a game or the news if he wants to get pissed off. Nights are for taking his time whenever possible, cuddling up with his partner or showering or sometimes just flopping straight into bed after a long or difficult day. Unfortunately, a lot of times, work bleeds into the night, well past suppertime, but it’s part of the job. When he’s off or on vacation, he’ll stay up late and sleep in and be the happiest, softest boy. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I’ve pretty much already answered this a few times at this point, so the tl;dr version is that it takes him a while to open up and it’s very much a gradual process of sharing pieces of information here and there. A lot of that is because they’re just hard topics to discuss, difficult memories to talk about, but he also needs to know that he’s safe and can trust his partner before he gets to that point.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hang on, I’m just looking into the camera like I’m in The Office, it’ll just be a moment. We all know he has a temper, but said temper is very situational. He gets angry at work because of injustice. Like genuinely, show me an instance of him blowing up and tell me it’s not for that reason. The only other option that gets him that heated is his own self-loathing. In his personal life, I don’t think Mike is anywhere near as angry as he is at work. And it sucks that he feels that way so often, but at least at home with his partner, he’s happy. This isn’t to say that there wouldn’t be fights between them, but even then, he’s more likely to shut down and go take a walk or go silent than he is to go off on them. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Mike cares. He may not be able to recall every single detail of everything his partner tells him, but he remembers the stuff that counts and he pays attention more than you might think. He listens when they talk and is the type to go back and purchase something they said they liked or needed just as a nice thing to do. He’s not the asshole who forgets birthdays or anniversaries or anything like that. If he misses something, it’s because work got in the way, which is something he never stops feeling guilty about even when it’s out of his control. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I’m torn between thinking it’s something super mundane but was more of an introspective moment for him, like his partner just looked so beautiful, the light was hitting them just right or they were laughing and it hits him how much he loves them and how lucky he is to have them in his life OR thinking it’s something big, like when he proposes or they first say I love you, things more on that order. Either way, he’s a big ol’ softie and both of those things have the ability to make him go all misty-eyed. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sweet boy tries his best!! He’s a lil dumb, but that’s okay. Like I just think the romance aspect doesn’t come super easy to him, but he learns what’s meaningful to his partner and does his best using that knowledge. If they’re not into big, grand gestures, he does definitely breathe a sigh of relief, but truly no matter what it is, he’s putting in the effort. That’s almost more meaningful than the surprise/gesture itself. He’ll think and overthink what gift to get them a hundred times because he wants to get it just right. The average date is rarely something ultra-romantic, probably more geared toward doing something his partner and/or he enjoys. Anniversaries are a bit of a bigger deal, usually involve reservations at a nice restaurant or something similar, but his favorite words are “why don’t we just stay in.”

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

PLEASE PUT YOUR SOCKS IN THE FUCKING HAMPER, MIKE, IT’S REALLY NOT THAT HARD!! Just stupid shit like that, we all have things on that order. Bigger issues are, of course, his propensity to close himself off or shut down rather than being honest and forthcoming, his temper, and – depending on how you view it or how it affects his personal life – how much of himself he puts into his work. That undoubtedly will put a strain on any relationship at one point or another. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He likes to look good and when he does, he knows it, baby *finger guns*. Most of that is just his stupid gorgeous face, but the hair certainly plays a part and he’s willing to put effort into that. Really, he just knows he’s attractive and he’s not above using that to his advantage when the need arises. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes! Okay, like obviously marriage or a relationship is not the end-all be-all for everyone and that’s perfectly fine. But for so long, Mike makes himself believe he doesn’t need or want that and puts all his energy into his work, and all that gets him is trauma, a decade-long stint on the trash heap of New York City, and some more trauma. At some point, he’s going to realize that he’s never going to be truly happy working for people that couldn’t care less about him or actively hate him. Once he finds his person, on some levels it feels like a religious experience. It’s still not always easy, especially at the start, but he’ll have those moments of clarity when he realizes that he doesn’t want to run away like he has in the past. He wants to be with them, even during the bad stuff. Whether or not that includes starting a family is negotiable, but finding the right person for him is easily the best thing that ever happens to him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I suppose it’s not so much a headcanon as it is fact, but sweet boy loves him some Sinatra. Knows all the things, probably has a lot of his stuff on vinyl, can recall trivia at the drop of a hat. Not a terrible singer himself. But he likes music in general, tends toward some of the older stuff, but also can get into more contemporary rock. Likes Elvis and Billy Joel and the Eagles and CCR, doesn’t mind The Beatles, loves Blood, Sweat & Tears, has been known to listen to Frankie Valli and Roy Orbison and Buddy Holly, probably knows a ton of Led Zeppelin and Sam Cooke, and is just generally all over the place when it comes to music. Is an absolute menace and will hum or sing to his partner and slow dance with them even when it makes them melt. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It probably goes without saying that any criminal behavior would not be his jam, but I can’t see him being with someone super high-maintenance just given the nature of his job or anyone who isn’t willing to be patient or take the time to really get to know him. He won’t tolerate infidelity and lying just hurts – plus he’s a damn good judge of character and can tell when someone is lying to him most of the time. Anyone entitled or super materialistic would also make a poor match. Anyone not supportive of the LGBTQ+ community because that boy is bi, I will hear nothing to the contrary. I think he probably has to work through some internalized homophobia, but that’s when he’s younger, likely before he even joins the force. I don’t know that it would necessarily be a dealbreaker for him, but someone just generally apathetic about the law? Like, he is so passionate about what he does and has very strong morals and beliefs and while not everything has to align perfectly, I don’t think he’d be able to understand someone just flat-out not caring.  Also would not be able to stomach anyone who's very religious or anyone who tries to force their religious beliefs on others.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s one of those assholes who can pretty much sleep anywhere any time just by virtue of being on-call. He’ll grab sleep whenever he can get it because he never knows when he might get called in. Also a very heavy sleeper. He can wake up for an alarm, a page, and if he has kids, he totally has the Dad Sense and will wake up if he hears them crying, but otherwise, he’s out.

[atopvisenyashill]

Are there are asoiaf takes you find so rancid or annoying that you’ll block on the spot?

okay so first of all - i use the block button so loosely on here bc there’s no mute function and blacklisting a url would just bog my blacklist down. once again. pls staff a mute button for when it’s not that serious. but i will block someone, then feel bad because i notice my moots reblog them a lot and i'm like "oh they're not that annoying i was just in a bad mood" and unblock. there's only one (1) take i leave someone on permablock for. every other take i find particularly rancid or annoying is all stuff i just check before i follow rather than blocking over (which is why if u don't have searching on your blog, you'll see me liking your stuff over the span of months before following. i have issues!!! aldjf).

i specifically check for that one gifset that’s like “the direwolves predicting their starkling’s fate” that has sansa getting her head chopped off. if they have it on their blog, it's like 99% likely i'm about to permablock. it’s not only a silly prediction, it’s one made by people who are deeply projecting onto sansa. as she’s my favorite, i think that’s dumb obviously lol. BUT i check for it bc like. U All Know That Group of Arya Stans. i know you know because they’ve commented on at least two of your posts with the most bizarre take you’ve ever seen. i reply when they comment on my stuff (usually just once tho & the people who delete right away are valid) but i’m not out here LOOKING for them lol, i’m actively avoiding it, and That Specific Gifset is a good litmus test for whether a Crazy Stan Groupie just hate followed me or something. also, One Of That Group, as in not just a groupie, has me blocked on this blog AND my main one which i know bc i can’t reblog from half those source blogs they run aksjdj so if i notice someone’s real involved with that group, i just pre-emptivly block bc if i can’t even reblog half of what someone is posting what’s the point there 🤧🤧

but what do i check before following/what opinions have annoyed me enough that it's lead to me "muting" aka blacklisting a url? well-

curtain of light and it’s offshoots which include “targ incest baby will save the world.” lol, lmao. they’re not right but if they’re right i’m deleting my blog and never talking about the series again and i’m so serious. i have my dignity!!

people who go on frequently about rhaenyra being entitled, evil, not worthy, "oh well the LEGALITY," or hyper focus on her violence (esp if they’re also an aemond stan🤧). i absolutely Do block people who say shit like “rhaenyra is unfeminist because she doesn’t want to marry laenor but wants to marry daemon.” tho. why? clearly zero critical thinking skills lol i think u can joke about her having bad taste in men without All Of That.

i avoid people who are hardcore into the belief that dany is the unambiguous hero for obvious reasons. if they think she’ll be queen of westeros, if they actively shoot down criticism of her actions in the bay & towards mmd and irri? nah, and i've muted and blocked people for this one if they're particularly nastie. i DO follow idk three or four dany stans but they're generally not out here actively beefing with people and also they tend to hate emilia’s acting too lol, like they’re not Targ Nation.

(which, related, but people who stan dany but are tg? THEE most obnoxious people in this fandom, i NEVER follow those people).

rhaelya. even my fellow “well i like it BECAUSE it’s toxic” shippers don’t get into this one. it’s like people who swallow dany rewriting drogo/dany in her head to me. no critical thinking skills.

i really am just obsessively reading people’s stark tags before following BUT anything on ned being an enabler, being too honorable to shit, “oh would he even save lyanna from robert if robert started physically abusing her." why? it just annoys me aksjdj , we spend an entire NOVEL rolling around in that man’s psyche and we shouldn’t be missing the point like this.

“dornish people aren’t non white” takes. that’s directly contradicted by the text, i don’t give a shit about any casting, there’s so clearly an ethnic and racial difference at play here with how the rest of Westeros treats Dorne. you either understand that or you’re a moron.

[flufftober]

Happy New Year 🎉 and welcome to our newest event:

❄️ Fluff Monthly ~ January ❄️

Yes, you heard that right, there will now be monthly fluffy prompts 🥳 And since everyone loves a good bingo board that is exactly the format we're going for...

❄️ Each month of 2023, you will get a new bingo board which will have the following mix of prompts:

the month itself, which you can either use as an actual prompt or as your typical "free space" on bingo boards

two prompts related to the month/time of year

and two general prompts

❄️ You can fill as many or as few squares as you want - and you can also fill one creation with multiple or even all prompts!

❄️ Since this is a year-long event (with the exception of Flufftober itself, of course), reblogging will not happen daily! It will happen the first three days of the month and then every weekend. Note, this might change over the course of the year, depending on how this event will go...

❄️ Aside from these special event rules, our usual blog rules still stand (you can find them under the cut).

❄️ Posting

Please use the tag #fluffmonthly

Since tags are wonky sometimes, make sure to also tag @flufftober in your post

To make reblogging easier, make sure to add the following tags: #fluffmonthly #[fandom] #[ship and/or main character(s)]

If you're posting on ao3, you can add your creation to the collection Fluff Monthly

We hope you will all enjoy this little event and that we can keep our blog active over the entire year 🥰 so as always:

❄️ Happy Creating ❄️

❄️Usual Blog Rules & FAQs

No inc*st or p*dophilia - we can't keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it won’t be reblogged.

No hate or ship bashing - we’re all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesn’t go against rule #1, it’s allowed.

Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - it’s all fine as long as you tag it.

There’s absolutely no word count restriction, write as little or as much as you like.

In regards to art, anything goes: drawings, paintings, collages, mood boards, gifsets, videos, playlists… the sky’s the limit (though not really…)

While we can’t force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event 😉

You can start writing and/or arting as soon as you see the prompts.

You can create for as many or as few squares as you like, even if it’s just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same square.

You do not have to stick to one ship or even one fandom - switch as often as you like to or even write for multiple ships for one square.

The ship does not have to be a romantic one! Friendship and family feels are more than welcome (but this is not a way to get around rule #1!)

This event can be combined with other events as long as the other event allows it.

Late entries are always welcome, even if it is months later.

All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as they’re of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.

[japrilfools]

48 + Japril?

Thank you for the request! For the purposes of this AU, Jackson finds out that April is in the ER sooner than he did in the actual S14 episode. Also, I can’t remember who made the gifset with Japril + Running Up that Hill lyrics, but this was definitely inspired by that!!! So shout out to whoever made it and I’ll try to see if I can find it and rb it again!!!

Song: Running Up that Hill (A Deal with God) by Kate Bush

“And if I could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places”

His hands shake as he reaches for her, recoiling as soon as he feels her freezing skin. Panic settles in the pit of his stomach, and he barely hears all of the frantic voices around him. Jackson doesn’t want to let her go, but he also doesn’t know how much longer he can take watching them try to save a corpse.

That’s all she is, isn’t it?

Jackson had been in the pit when they’d brought her in, and somebody had pulled him away from her unmoving body, begging him to not watch. But he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t not be there as she fought for her life.

Even if there isn’t much left of it.

Being in this room isn’t going to do anything to save April, but they’d finally acquiesced when they realized that he refused to leave. He knows that the other doctors are arguing on whether or not to keep going, but he can barely focus on anything other than her pale, ashen face. April was strong. She was good. Something like this shouldn’t be happening to her. He’d do anything for it to be him on the table instead. For it to be him slowly slipping away from the earth. She could last without him, he was pretty sure, but he knows he could never last without April.

And just as he finds himself accepting that he will beg a God he doesn’t believe in, the monitor shows that she has a heartbeat.

Sobs leave him indiscriminately as they continue to work, but all he can think is that she’s alive.

She’s alive.

Send me a number 1-100 + a ship, and I’ll make a drabble corresponding to the number on my spotify wrapped

[nessa007]

Has a TLM 2023 gifset of this been done? A comparison of Eric using his telescope/spyglass on his ship and Ariel finding/using it in the sea ?? I just think it's a good parallel that shows how they were connected as soulmates before they even met.

i included that parallel in this gifset

but i can do a gifset of just those two moments if you want? i can’t get over how they were connected before they even met 😭🥰

[ardent-fox]

New Year's Ask Game for Fic Writers ✍✨

I decided to complete this game to help me reflect and possibly get back into writing regularly again, I was not tagged but here's a bit of self-indulgence nonetheless 😊💙

To close out 2023…

1) What fic did you have the most fun writing this year and why? Or, if you can’t decide, what was most fun about writing this year for you?

I've only completed and posted one fic this year/ever and about a dozen Galladrabbles, and had the most fun writing humorous dialog whenever it was sprinkled into them.

2) What’s a scene/story that you finished and felt “wow, I really accomplished that, that actually went so well”?

The mechanics of Mickey getting fucked and jerked off at the same time in Everything, followed by describing his and Ian's orgasms. I've never written erotica from a male perspective before fanfiction and had no idea how I was going to do it, but am pretty satisfied with the results.

3) What helped provide the most inspiration for stories, if anything? Was it poetry? A song on repeat? A gorgeous gifset? A walk outside? A book you read that made you want to change everything? Whatever it was! Tell all.

Music, I make playlists for most of my WIPs. Everything had only a couple of songs, the most prominent ones being Colorblind by Counting Crows for Mickey's and I'll Be Your Lover, Too by Van Morrison for Ian's perspective. Also the poem "My God, Why Are You Crying?" by Molly Peacock, which I discovered while going through a Reddit thread about people crying during sex, doing research is sometimes inspiring in itself.

4) What is something you want to share about what you’ve written this year? A particular line, a comment that made you feel really good, a scene that was difficult to write — you get to choose! What do you wish someone would ask you about when it comes to what you’ve written?

This little tidbit in Everything that I managed to write after coming back to what I thought was an abandoned fic five months later, capturing Mickey's conflicting feelings about making noise:

The beginning of a sob emerges and he gulps it down, flinching when he feels Ian nod encouragingly against him. Rather, he dips his head, cheek resting on the back of Ian's hand as fresh tears quietly leak from him, a rogue one snagging on Ian's wrist before sliding down. "Hey," Ian gentles, hand stirring beneath him. "Don't have to hold anything back. Can be as loud as usual." He wants to, he truly does. Pleasure builds deep within him, its sounds catching in his throat, begging to be freed. Other noises tether themselves, too, ones he'd rather not bring to fruition, and he draws in his bottom lip to keep them at bay, the stubborn desire to hand-pick them denying him the deliverance of any. Restraint coils around him and he clings to it in turn, actually praying Ian doesn't stand for it and finds a way to cut it down, his authority easier for Mickey to give in to than his own permission to be vocal.

Also, all the beautiful comments I got for the fic and all the reblog tags I got for my Galladrabbles, I always screenshot those so I can easily find and reread them whenever I need a pick-me-up 💕

And to start off 2024…

1) Do you have any writing/creation goals for the year? What are they?

Just to write more without any expectations and see where it takes me, whether it's fanfic or personal stuff. Make it fun, write with abandon and focus more on the process than the final result, more on the emotions I wish the story to evoke than on the construct of things. Try to finish up most of the Gallavich WIPs I've had going on since summer of 2022, but not be afraid to drift away if something else inspires me in the moment and just write, write, write.

2) Is there a fic or idea that you’re really excited to be able to continue to work on in the new year (shout out to my fellow fic writing folks who take forever to finish wips, sometimes it’s nice to be able to continue working on something even if you wish you’d gotten it done! Now you get even MORE time with it!)

There's one domestic/fluff/angst communication-centered Gallavich fic I got the idea for and outlined not long after I joined the fandom, but thought I needed more practice before writing it that I feel ready enough to jump back into now, so that's very exciting. I also have a 13K WIP one-shot of gratuitous smut that I wrote for Kinktober 2022 that I was 90% done with, but scrapped because I used my then limited resources to complete Everything instead, and I'd love to give it a rewrite and complete it. There are ideas brewing for a Blackbonnet fic as well, but I'd rather wait and see whether we get a season 3 before delving into it, since I prefer to write post-canon. Also continue Galladrabbles, my dear 100-word morsels that are super fun to write and allow me to experiment with different themes and styles which I can later apply to other projects if I see fit.

3) What’s something new in your writing you want to try/are going to try? A different writing style? Different fandom? Darker works? Fluffier? Longer or shorter?

I'd like to work on being less rigid in my sentence structure, play around with length/pacing in order to convey the mood better. Stop focusing on counting how many times I've used a certain word and switching it out even though it fits perfectly, not allow editing to suck the joy out of things in a way. I'd love to write more at a faster pace, too, but since severe brain fog prohibits me from writing a single coherent sentence on particularly bad days and that a 7K one-shot took me 6 months to write + 2 months to edit, I'm just content with keeping my motivation strong and spirits high while writing at whatever pace I can manage. I'd also like to experiment more with angst and see how I navigate difficult, dark, traumatic topics as well as possibly try writing in the past tense, as I'm not sure a present one is the way to go for every fic.

4) What’s something you love about your own writing that you will continue to appreciate in the new year?

My ability to dive into a character's psyche in order to describe their feelings and reasonings in complicated situations, all the while making sure I sprinkle at least a tiny bit of humor along the way. I'd love to continue playing with themes such as healing through communication and sex and working out their kinks as a couple, both in and outside the bedroom, all in favor of emotional breakthroughs that strengthen the bond between them. If the level at which I'm able to portray a character's vulnerability matches the enthusiasm I have for exploring it, I reckon I'll stay on the right track this year.

Tagging @lupeloto, @crossmydna, @metalheadmickey, @gallawitchxx, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @ian-galagher, @squidyyy23, @bawlbrayker, @secret-gallavich, @juliakayyy, @look-i-love-u, @thisdivorce, @mmmichyyy, @howlinchickhowl, @callivich, @lingy910y, @arrowflier and @sam-loves-seb in case you haven't done this and would like to, otherwise just ignore the double tag and accept this cookie as a token of my adoration 🍪🥰