#does he ever (in the darkest moments) blame her?

[generic-sonic-fan]

Sometimes I wonder about Maria being treated more as a trigger than as a person that Shadow misses.

[toffeecoco1]

@perpetualgrey's comment on this post

Ok my first instinct was to laugh, but then I realised you might be onto something???

Shen Yuan is LITERALLY an impostor, who’s more far more kind and beloved by Binghe than the original. The Guanyin pendant is a counterfeit, but it carries the love of Binghe’s mother and is far more precious than any real jade could ever be.

The heartbreak Binghe’s mother felt after realising that the Guanyin pendant was fake and she’d been tricked was part of what lead to the gradual decline of her health.¹ In wanting to do something kind for Binghe, she felt that she’d failed, and this led to her demise. What is Shen Qingqiu’s entire story, but trying to be kind to Binghe, feeling inadequate at this, and dying? (More than once!!)

Guanyin is a Bodhisattva associated with mercy, kindness, compassion and unconditional love. She is a patron of mothers, and is called upon in times of fear, uncertainty, and despair. The Bodhisattva she originated from is seen as a saviour, through whose grace even those with the most negative karma can achieve salvation. Even when she is not worshipped as a goddess, she is revered as the principle of love, compassion and mercy.² From wikipedia, “The act, thought and feeling of compassion and love is viewed as Guanyin. A merciful, compassionate, loving individual is said to be Guanyin.”²

The original Luo Binghe appears never to have lost his pendant. Shen Qingqiu tells us: “It was the only bit of warmth in Luo Binghe’s dark world, always by his side, and even in the future when he was at his darkest, it could summon up his last dregs of humanity.”¹ He also states that “it was Luo Binghe’s biggest berserk button.”¹

Our Luo Binghe does not cling to the pendant when he’s at his darkest: he clings to the love he has for his shizun and to memories of his kindness, and later, to the lifeless body of Shen Qingqiu himself. His biggest berserk button isn’t when people insult the pendant or his mother, or try to take it away; it’s Shen Qingqiu: when people insult him or try to take him away.

From the start, Shen Qingqiu expresses truly unconditional love for Binghe. He spends three years showing endless compassion and kindness, actions which feel insignificant to him but are more than enough to completely change Binghe’s life. He holds no blame or resentment for the things he fears Binghe will do to him; though he doesn’t want to be tortured, he forgives Binghe for it nonetheless, before it has even happened. He sacrifices himself to save Binghe as his mind is eaten away at by Xin Mo, when he believes that Binghe just slaughtered a hundred Huan Hua Disciples, when Binghe’s reckless use of the sword is putting countless more lives at risk.³

Shen Qingqiu is a counterfeit that is more precious than the original could ever be. For Binghe, he personifies kindness, compassion and unconditional love. His regrets over his treatment of Binghe lead to his temporary demise. Binghe clings to him in his darkest moments, and he is that which Binghe protects most fiercely.

I always found the pendant’s role in the story to be almost lacking: it’s treated as such an important item to Binghe, yet in the end its return is almost anticlimactic. But perhaps this is because the role the pendant played in Bing-ge’s story has been overtaken by Shen Qingqiu. When he returns the pendant, Binghe is relieved and appreciative: but his joy seems to stem more from the fact that Shen Qingqiu held onto it and cherished him than from the pendant itself. The pendant doesn’t matter all that much to him anymore, at least not compared to how important it seems to have been in PIDW. Binghe doesn't need an object to symbolize love and kindness; he has a person to love, who loves him back.

In conclusion: Shizun was in fact the fake jade Guanyin pendant all along!

sources cited below :)

1. Seven Seas Volume 1, Chapter 1: Scum. Pages 40-41.

2. “Guanyin,” Wikipedia. There’s a lot more to her than what I mentioned here, she’s quite interesting.

3. Seven Seas Volume 2, Chapter 8: Death. Pages 154-156.

[lady-of-the-puddle]

Hello hello, it is time once again for, you guessed it!

Rating Clu's

Homoerotically tense

Relationships

I thought long and hard about this because I only had about 2 in my head when I mistakenly threw it out there in another post but like, here you go ����

Have a picture in case you forgot what cgi Jeff Bridges looks like:

Behold, a guy. Anyway

1. Kevin

He is the most obvious so I'll get this one out of the way

You are me and I am you but you are the darkest parts of me but I love you anyway

This begs the question:

Would you fuck your darker self/clone

Idk about u but my heart tells me that Kevin sure would

7/10 it's about the man vs self of it all

2. Jarvis (why is this photo so fuckin big??)

I know I said Kevin is the most obvious

But this guy has the biggest crush on Clu

He is simp supreme

Like the way he turns to Clu for approval after everything he says makes me feel like I should leave the room

He loses a point for being a dork coward but Sam's mascara is very pretty and he's also a Flynn so I can't blame him too much

9/10 go henchboy go

3. Rinzler

Fellas, is it gay to brainwash god's most specialest boyfriend and make him loyal to only you all while knowing god is still out there and can see what you've done to everything he loves? All while knowing he's nothing more than a pet and will never love you and wouldn't even if he could

Like talk about the ultimate rebound

No notes honestly, I don't even need to go on with this one

11/10 not even one girl(Quorra) could make this all seem a little less gay

4. Dyson

Another case of yoinking your exes boy but this time it was consensual

He literally just agrees with Clu and helped him take over

If that's not a basis for a strong relationship then idk what is

He really seems so desperate to stay in Clu's favor like he must know that tron is the real prize here, his bitter ex. Has there ever been so much dating drama between programs?

5/10 replaceable.

5. Sammy

It occurs to me now that he hasn't made it on these lists yet so everyone clap for him

I feel brave for even acknowledging this one

Is Clu his dad? Is he an entity separate but still containing qualities of his father at a certain point in time that forever diverged from the moment of conception? Idk he's a computer man

So like the part where he's just kinda circling Sam looking him up and down like he's a prized pig? Yeah.

CAUTION THIS IS A JOKE please for the love of Kevin don't cancel me over this

2/10 why the 2? Cause there's fics out there man I know it

6. Zuse

He's so babygirl

Clu even mixed him a drink before he blew him up

I love their dynamic I get the feeling if Clu had to spend more than 5 minutes around him he'd strangle him much sooner

Stoic asshole with the silly asshole

Honestly they're perfect for each other

10/10 what can I say? I'm a simple program I see two men interact and I rate them

Special mention:

7. Quorra

Now some of you might say, hey Puddle Girl, this isn't homoerotic at all she's a girl

Well they're programs so gender isn't real and also they're bi so it counts

Anyway I thought about this one cause there was this weird tense moment towards the end of the movie where Quorra is captured and Clu's just like, talking to her and touches her hair and it was uncomfortable but it also made me feel some type of way

Like I understand that it's 100% a power play BUT

😏

3/10 he was gonna add her to the boyfriend collection cause all he does is steal from Kevin

Hi in honor of my Tron themed birthday I finally finished this. I was really reaching for some of these as you can see but I can't take it too seriously anyway. I'm always here for the gay of it all but is it homoerotic or do they just need to put more people who aren't men in this franchise? We'll literally never know! 🙃

Hey @soihadthisdreamonce I'm sorry 5-10 business days turned into 5-10 business weeks I was moving and time got away from me but I didn't forget you

[an-abyss-of-stars]

𖤓 Don't You Dare Do This Without Me 𖤓 Ch. 4

Pairing: Rhaena x Aemond

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (f), teasing

Word Count: 8.6k

Summary: Aemond faces off against his pregnant dragoness and does his best to coax her into bed with him...Rhaena is having none of it...at first...

.

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ao3 | 

Notes: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT ...incominggg

A little bit of oral to start...

As the heavy aged doors of his royal chambers closed behind him, a sense of deep seeded calm and serenity seeped into his very bones. Aemond had even closed his eye, slipped off his eye patch as he took a deep settling breath. Inhaling that sweet fresh scent before he exhaled heavily, a silent wordless prayer to his soul. 

He already felt slightly healed compared to how he had felt before he'd entered the castle.

"Ao sagon arlī," you're back.

Mmmm…

He'd know her voice anywhere, that soft delicate timbre that was clearly priming like a prelude to a violent storm. Though, at that moment he could care less about the impending danger, she still felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the ever enduring lecture he'd just subjected himself to. Here, it was so easy to ignore the inevitable when his heart ached at the sound of her voice. His blood trilled at the sound of her effortlessly rolled R's, the silky tone that fluttered from her lips in their family's ancient tongue.

"Iksan," I am, Aemond only managed to breathe the word, slowly opening his eye to find her standing before him. A sudden apparition, she'd appeared like a vision. All glittery and alight, utter perfection in her crimson velvety gown. Black lace dragons and flowers intricately embroidered to contrast the red silk. Fitted taut to her bodice, while her skirts flowed loosely. It was as he remembered, the dress she’d had on when he’d initially charged out of this room hours ago. 

That dress…it was stirring it all up again, that storm within him. The things he'd wanted from her…the very things she'd denied him. 

And just like before…he couldn't help himself. The trajectory of where his eye often fell these days, the slightest exposure of her cleavage that led to the ample heft of her milk filled breasts. The near animalistic, unfettered urge to reach for them now...to ignore the battle she so obviously wished to have in favour of tearing her dress from her body. Uttering whatever empty agreement she'd need reached just to have her settled upon his lap, to allow him access to her pillowy bare mounds. He still so wished to bury his face there, to massage the tender soreness away as he usually did around this time for her.

It would soothe him to do so, he knew it would. 

Just as he was sure he could ease the growing pressure and discomfort she was surely feeling. If she'd only give herself over to him, allow him the access he craved from her. 

To take to her teat with vigor….the act of freely suckling from her.

It was the image of it, the wanting…he was sick with it. The all-consuming need to have her in his arms, to be wrapped and curled around her soft body. 

He almost wanted to groan aloud, the frustration was giving way to something more. Burning him deep within his center, causing restless shivers to unnerve his entire being. 

To be frank, she was already standing so close. Rhaena had waddled her way over to him, standing at her full height…just barely reaching the height of his shoulder. The close proximity of her had raised the speed in which his heart thumped within his chest. It was arousal and fury that coursed within him now, that irritation that itched at him, it was leading him to some rather unsightly places within his mind. 

At the sight of her presence alone, he could envision scooping her up without a word. Furiously carrying her to their bed and having his way with her. 

It would have been easy.

And in that moment, in the darkest seed of his mind…he figured he’d blame her for it. 

She’d allowed these needs of his to fester, she’d rebuffed him when all he had wanted was her company...physical company. And now he hungered for more…he hungered for every inch of her. That rage that always laid within him, a sunken gorge filled with black tar…it craved her very essence. 

Blood would not satiate this. 

He could see that now, Aemond could tell by the fire roaring in his veins. It wouldn‘t have mattered how many people he’d killed to numb the feeling, how many villages, cities, ships…scorched earth or not. 

His salvation was here…

So what would it take?

The weakness she’d managed to embed in him, stitched to the core of his heart…he still needed her to enjoy his touch. He couldn’t stomach causing another situation in which she laid unmoving and unfeeling beneath him, the wretched feeling of fucking what felt like a lifeless corpse was not satisfying in the least. Nor was mere thought of ever repeating a mirror to the night she cried beneath him a few years prior. 

What he wanted…was to return to this morning. The way she’d been before the sun rose…before everything went to shit.

As Rhaena stopped inches away from him, her face came into clear view, tilting upwards to catch his gaze. Aemond’s mind untangled as she garnered his full undivided attention. Her beautiful soft visage, the faint smattering of freckles upon the apple of her cheeks. Her pale eyes sparkling in the light of the late afternoon sun, with her plush heart-shaped lips, he watched intensely as they settled into a rather firm line at the sight of him, "ao iēdrosa yknagon hen ōrbar se zaldrīzes's perzys…Iksā ribazmoqitta, ao gīmigon bona ȳdra daor ao," you still smell of smoke and dragon's fire…you are mad, you know that don't you.

Ah, he should have known... 

Sweet words would not be bestowed upon him just yet. 

Biting his lower lip, he sought to fight the sinister grin that threatened to form upon his face. It wasn’t the bloom of pride that spread within his gut, but something remarkably similar was working its way through him. Because, of course she’d started at him in this way. Nodding her head slightly as if to prove that this was an absolute certainty she’d directed at him. That he must be mad, how else would he have chosen to act as he did…her eyes said it all. Her words wielded at him like a blade, her voice even held a slight edge to it. Something so faint, so miniscule, it was a wonder he could detect such differences in her tone at all. 

But he knew his wife well, she could be just as petty as he could. Hurling such specific words at him…aiming for his ego, his heart.

Oh, how she often wished to wound him. 

As he’d wounded her so many years ago.

Though, in his case he’d purposely isolated her to the point of no return. Taken from her that which could never be returned to her…she’d never have her loved ones back. And truthfully she knew, with Helaena gone, Aemond had no one else she could or would ever harm that would matter to him truly. Choosing not to foster a relationship with his mother did not cut him the way she probably would have hoped that it would. And she loved their children far too much to ever harm them…so really, she could never strike at him in a way that lasted. 

But she could always jab at him, personally, remind him of his sins…his faults. 

She so loved to insult him. 

And he so loved to feign coyness, purposely allowing that dark grin of his to properly stretch upon his curved lips. Easing his chin upwards, truly looking down at her with a heavily lidded gaze. Scanning her face and finding joy in the pretty yet infuriated look upon it, Aemond then lowered his voice down an octave, "ao kessa emagon naejot ȳrda ziry ilagon, ñuha dōna ābrazȳrys," you shall have to narrow it down, my sweet wife. 

Surely in the grand scheme of things it didn't really matter. Like Lucerys, the boy was dead...intent or not. Regret or no. This farming village was torched to the ground. Why he did it, no longer really mattered now that it was done. Besides, the move was calculated enough…he had his own misgivings to sift through when the dust settled. But in the interim, all he cared about now was fulfilling the wants he was denied several hours ago. 

He wanted his wife in their bed and this time he would have her there.

Slowly but surely, he was closing the gap between them, taking relaxed yet precise steps towards her. That urge to tug her against him spiked like a beacon, the closer he was…the more he eyed her entire form. With the way her gentle slender hands caressed her stomach absentmindedly, the sweet rounding swell of it. The evidence of their bonds, the ever enticing roundness of her swollen belly. It was hypnotic to him, the sight alone created so many heated notches along his spine. The knowledge of it, the reality that he alone fucked that child into her. Bred her perfectly, for the third time in a row. Three pregnancies, two births…not one complication thus far, surely a silent blessing from the Gods. A proven point as he’d always believed it to be true, they were fated to be with one another. 

Rhaena Targaryen was made to be his Queen…no matter how much she liked to deny that fact whenever their arguments grew heated. 

Whenever the fact that she had become the mother to the next generation of Targaryens to sit the throne…it weighed on her. Soon enough they’d have another…and soon enough he’d fill her with another…and another…

This constant state of pregnancy was a dream of his and now they were living it…and it was exquisite. His heartbeat battered within his chest, his gaze surely burned her as he watched her intently. Predatorily eyeing his prey, but his prey could read him. Rhaena stepped through the rays of sunlight like a goddess, soaking in all of his attention. Her tawny complexion warmed into a golden brown in the sun as her silvery-white twists that she'd sported pinned upon her head earlier in the morning. Had been loosened, unbound, draped behind her shoulders and down her back, leveling down to her waist. 

He wanted to palm it. 

To have her on all fours as he tugged a handful of it 

Rutted himself deep inside of her warmth as he took her from behind…

Even in the details, his mind wandered…he tried to focus on what was right in front of him, Eyeing the roots of her hair, several soft wispy curls had slipped free from the loosened twists she'd kept for the week. And he could wonder then, that had he stayed in bed with her this morning, she would have told him that she found her current style in need of freshening. She would have hummed in his arms about the task of undoing them, combing through her pretty curly coils before she set about the intensive process of washing and caring for her hair.

And perhaps, he supposed such a topic should bore him...it probably would have if he’d been wed to anyone else. It certainly would for the average married nobleman. Yet, instead, Aemond found himself regretting having missed it. He’d regretted leaving as early as he did this morning, regretted cutting his time with her so soon. It was his will, to fixate on every little part of her…every aspect of her. 

He’d cut himself off from her too soon.

And then she returned the favour. 

Perhaps, he had done this to himself. 

Rhaena’s pale lilac eyes gazed up at him heavily. Her brows set deeply then her expression faltered, she’d caught something in his eye…the look of it…the undeniable stark arousal within it. But she dared to push past it, boldly moving even closer to him. If he hadn’t known any better, Aemond would have wagered that his dragoness still wished to be in his embrace. Walking into his space like a prey would into a trap they already bore witness to. 

She still wanted him…she only wished to be in the midst of combat with him while she indulged him.

And with her sweet scent drawing even closer...drowning him in it. A scent he was already addicted to, so potent with the source so near…he had the half the mind to acquiesce her unworded request. To drink her in…to steep himself in her scent and clear his mind entirely. 

Ah, and now her cheeks were reddening, her body heated as her voice hitched before she levelled it, "ao gīmigon olvie skoros ao gōntan! Ao zaltan iā lentor ilagon! Kesrio syt nyke gōntan daor jaelagon naejot qogralbar pirtir lēda ao!?" you know exactly what you did! You burned a village down! Because I did not wish to fucking lie with you!?

Oh how she knew him well, his little wife knew he paid far more attention to her beratements when she spoke to him in High Valyrian. And now she was waiting for a reply she did not truly care to hear. Though he figured he'd give her one nonetheless, such a glutton he was for her form of punishment. Leaning in closely to her, so eager to push her emotions further, eager to draw her right into his arms whether it was through anger or sheer want. Whichever came first. So with his arms folded behind his back, he pouted slightly, “pār ao gīmigon olvie skoro syt, ao yenka emagon ilagontan lēda nyke. Ñuha byka ābrazȳrys," then you know exactly why, you should have lain with me. My little wife.

Rhaena groaned furiously, eager to hit him, he was sure. Baring her teeth, her face grew a slight tinge rosier. She was a sight in her fury, such an ethereal woman…such an adorable expression. As her hands fell to fists at her hips, she turned away from him quickly, growling lowly, “bisa iksis daor dōna. Issa daor kirimves. Ao daor gaomagon gomagho bisa!" This is not cute. It is not funny. You cannot keep doing this! She exclaimed, groaning as she finally aimed to step around him, her hands reaching up into her hair as she tugged in a semblance of decompression. Still, her moving around him forced his gaze to zero in on her heaving chest. The curvy swoop of her waist and the shapely width of her widened hips. A true hourglass figure, by the Gods…he’d never thought her body would only grow to morph into an even shapelier figure. Shifting with each childbirth, becoming even more enticing as time went on.

For, he was more than simply enthralled…he was entirely hard. His cock already straining against his breeches, tight and painfully full with need. All of that weight she gained for each babe…every part of her so curved and soft…round and plush and weighted. 

He was losing focus, that much was clear.

It was obvious now, he couldn’t let her move away from him. As she had moved to step around him, his arm quickly snatched her forearm and pulled her back. She couldn’t help but follow the momentum, her weight tipping towards him as he already stood open armed and ready to catch her. And she did fall against him with a soft grunt. Already groaning when she felt his arms snake around her waist, his hands grabbing at her…pulling her flush against his firm body. Aemond could be unrelenting, patience having already long left his senses as he began to swarm her. Holding her soft body against him with such an unyielding grip, leaning into her, lowering himself down enough to nudge her nose with his own. In an effort to chase her lips…to pull her into his own hypnotic orbit.

Still, low effort as it was, she grunted and evaded his kiss. 

This game…it was growing tiresome with such little reward being given. 

Instead, he lowered himself further, burying his face in the crook of her neck, he smoothly lingered there. Breathing her in, nuzzling her there, grazing his lips along her warm skin. Just as his hot tongue began to drag along her pulse-

"Mmm…FUCK!" she screamed at him, the immediate switch back to the common tongue snapped his concentration for only a millisecond, but not long enough to release her. Not long to stop his warm pressing kisses. Rhaena, however, tried and failed to pull away, “stop it. Stop…I want you to focus! This is not a game, real people died!”

She was whining, so sweetly like that and yet she thought he’d be able to stop. All she’d done was entice him further, causing him to growl against her, tightening his hold of her. And really through it all he was just so fucking tired of hearing about that small inconsequential village, what did it matter to them. Land that held no Lord, land that had no real value. So many traitors lay there in the mist to begin with. 

That rebellion that broke out near those lands.

So fucking near to Lannisport, not three days ride away…and yet, it was not House Lanny or  House Lannett or even House Lantell that put down the rebellion before it could rise up. The three closest Houses to the lands of Oxcross…and yet they’d heard no word of a whisper. And they lifted not one finger to handle things on behalf of their sworn King. 

Three Houses…three branches of distant kin to the residents of the equally near Casterly Rock. 

House Lannister…the largest seat in the area. Sat by the young child of a Lord, Loreon Lannister. Or really in truth, the one who pulled the strings was still the Dowager Lady Johanna Westerling. If the Lannetts, the Lannys and the Lantells all deferred to her first. If she deterred them…if she still held bitterness over Aemond’s indifference to taking any of her daughters to wed as his Queen four years ago. 

The suspicions were there. 

To leave Lannisport so unguarded with a rebellion on the loose. One of the most major ports of the Seven Kingdoms, the largest settlement in the westerlands…and Lady Johanna did not call to have it put down sooner. Instead she waited for the aid of a dragon…she’d waited until Aemond had grown tired of the inaction and decided it was best to simply send his brother to deal with the mess. 

There were facets to this…and yet his Queen only wished to speak about the insignificant lives that were lost when her husband still so clearly needed her focus to be put upon him. He could discuss his theories with her at length when his mind was settled…for now…he needed her. 

With his teeth now grazing her skin, threatening to break the tenderness, threatening to leave a trail of several marks along her slender neck. Through it all, his growls grew darker, “I am not the one who needs to focus. You, my dear, are too preoccupied with lives that do not concern you.”

“Mmmm, but of course, nothing should supersede the needs of your wanting cock,” she scoffed, hoping to dig her nails in upon his biceps. As if she hoped her claws could pierce through the many layers he wore in his everyday life. Through his fine leather tunic, his layered jerkin, his under-cloth shirt. But it was the effort of it, he liked to know she was trying to bite back at him. Loved the feel of her arms draping over his shoulders if only for her nails to scratch at the nape of his neck. The delicious twinge of pain she elicited. 

“I’m not going to tend to you now. Rewarding you for needless murder is not something I find to be enticing,” Rhaena posed the words as if she wished for him to respond to it, only to cut off the birth of silence she’d supplied him, “I did not even wish for you to leave earlier…I only wanted you to explain yourself. Instead you fly off and torch a village. You cannot keep doing that everytime I refuse to hold you. That's madness!"

Everytime? He’d only done it twice…and that would be including now. The first two were reckless enough, spontaneous acts of violence. But this one…well…if he included that other occasion…perhaps she could view this as three occurrences. 

Even so, it could be equally argued that he could partially explain his destination this time. 

Though to think, she wanted him to stay earlier…

Who would’ve thought. 

Smirking against her neck, Aemond decided he was quite done with it all. He wanted to be in bed with her, so that is where they would continue this if it was her wish. Loosening his hold for only a minute, Rhaena eyed him curiously right as he leaned down and picked her up without warning. Cradling her to him bridal style, he settled her weight against him with ease. Finding pure comfort in holding her in his arms, balancing them both as he began to carry her through their solar.

“Aemond!” she gasped, her hands instantly clutching onto his chest for secured purchase, then she reached for the collar of his tunic, “you can’t-”

“You seem to be denying your King an awful lot today,” he responded dryly, unmoved by her little dramatic display as she even tried to wiggle out his hold at first. A futile effort that she thankfully abandoned soon enough. Reluctantly settling in against him almost immediately afterwards, draping her arm over his shoulder as he would have expected. Her frown setting deeper as she eyed him…that was also to be expected. 

“I’m only exercising my authority. As your Queen, am I not allowed to speak freely,” she turned away from his gaze, pouting now, “besides…some denying would clearly do you some good, no one else will dare do it.”

A smirk spread across his face as he made long strides through their solar. Stepping over scattered toys as he weaved them around their furniture and headed towards their bedchamber. Sneaking in a warm pressing kiss to the dip of her temple before she could shirk away, he smirked, "I promise, dear girl. Others have dared today, my mother for one.”

Her lips smacked as she parted them, not out of shock or astonishment…more out of confusion…skepticism. She seemed to be at a loss for a response. 

“Mmm…in either case, if you really are intent on lecturing me, I must admit, my mother has already beaten you to that as well. I’d rather not have to subject myself to another," the bass in his voice remained resonant, purring almost directly into her ear. He felt her shiver in his arms, watched her lips twitch before she began to nibble upon them. 

When he carefully placed her down on their raised canopy bed, he could see her shoulders relax…the subconscious need to get off her feet finally setting in. She was so focused on arguing with him she’d begun to neglect herself, tsk tsk, “you know what's true madness in all this, is that you'd ever refuse me to begin with. I’ve never made our lovemaking so selfish, your needs would have been met.”

She'd rolled her eyes at that, parting her rose toned lips just as she sank her teeth down upon her lower lip, “I-...this is not a lecture, for one. You are not a child and I should not have to…ugh. Look, I would not have refused you if you’d left my seat upon the council intact…had you at the very least, given me the courtesy of a warning ahead of time…”

As she shifted herself upon the bed’s edge, Aemond took to kneeling in front of her. Eyeing her all the while, he made a small grimace. 

And there it was…in the heat of their back and forth, Aemond knew his stubborn little wife wouldn’t have let it go. 

Honestly, he hoped that she would have moved past that slight by now. In truth, he expected the majority of her anger towards him to be about the village. But the fucking council seat? That was the core of it all wasn't it. Running his fingers through his hair, he undid the braid he'd kept his hair in for most of the day, occupying his fingers with the action as he contemplated his response. In all fairness, he could have worded things kindly for her…seeing as she felt quite personally wounded about it all. 

Then again, the facts of the matter seemed all too obvious to him to even bother. 

“I am allowed to be upset with you…” she’d grumbled beneath her breath, crossing her arms in a huff, propping them underneath her bosom…pushing up her plump cleavage even more so. 

With his heated gaze leveled upon her, he clenched his jaw, grinding it slightly, "I did not think you needed the word told directly by me. You're meant to be in confinement. You're nearly nine moons along, it is only right."

"Right? You gave me no warning! And I know my body well enough, I do not need you to tell me when it's time to be put in confinement! I'm not a horse, there is no period in my pregnancies in which I wish to be locked here in this room again," she huffed, with the intention of standing up and walking away from him. However, that was not going to happen. Aemond was quick to place his large hands down upon her thighs, keeping her seated with a gentle set of force. 

To her immediate dismay. 

Yet, her movement was not the focal point for him. No, it was her phrasing that caught his ear. ‘Locked here in this room again’, he knew exactly what she meant by that. The not so subtle jab at the way he had treated her during her first pregnancy. How she’d been largely confined to this chamber for almost the entirety of it, because he did not trust her to keep their babe as he needed her to. With their second babe, he had granted her far more freedoms. He'd returned her precious Morning to her, he'd allowed her to stroll the grounds with guards at her back and maids at her side. And as negotiated upon the birth of their second born, he'd even given her a spot on his council, as his Queen, free to witness, listen in and even interject if need be.

So, gently, he slotted himself between her thighs, his pulse practically palpitating at the innate warmth of her. There he slid his hands beneath the mildly weighted silk of her skirts, he began to push the flowy fabric up along her legs. She tutted at him, but he didn’t stop himself, he folded the bunched material at her hips. Tucked beneath her belly as he admired the smooth feel of her bare thighs and then her calves, running his calloused hands along them. Bringing his attention down the dainty poppy red slippers upon her feet, as he popped them off one at a time. Leaning himself into her as his hands casually messaged her sore feet. 

He could be both considerate and attentive to her needs if only given the chance. If only she could see that’s all he’d done today…it had been for her benefit…with her needs in mind. 

As his fingers deftly massaged her feet, Aemond could have sworn he’d heard the breathiest little moan of satisfaction slip from her lips. A little chink in her armour, how he loved to cause it. Rhaena’s own hands remained planted on either side of her hips, palmed down against the bed, fingers gripping the dark folded fur blanket there. She was desperate to hold on to the last semblance of control that she had now…her reluctance to reach for him was wearing her down, he could see it. So that was when he struck, releasing her feet, his hands slid up her thighs once again. Settling on the plush curve at her hips, his left hand already rubbing the underside of her belly. 

“Jurnegon rȳ nyke, hmm,” look at me, he murmured softly. And after a stalled moment, her furrowed brows brought her pale eyes back to him, her button nose scrunching as her lips twisted at him. 

Rhaena would always be the first to say their eldest son took after him, but this expression that was so utterly hers…little Aemon had inherited those inflections almost exactly. 

It warmed his soul to see it really, that look was a sign that he was winning. That her rage was crumbling in the sight of his efforts. Slowly, he could reel her into him, even as she weakly fought against him. Curling his hands around her, he secured his arms around her tightly. Gazing up at her with both his pale indigo eye as well as gleaming sapphire, that was when her hands finally landed upon his shoulders. She finally sighed and allowed her body to guide her closer, close enough for Aemond to nudge his forehead up against hers, "this time it is different, you already know that it is. This confinement is not a prison, I only wished to ease your burdens…to make things comfortable for you."

"How considerate of you," she swallowed thickly, surely aiming to make her response sound as sarcastic as possible, only her shaky delivery made it all sound heated and earnest, "it is a shame you didn't bother to ask me if I wanted that or to warn me even. You couldn’t be bothered, I suppose, to at the very least tell me yourself. Ser Willis is the one who told me after I'd already dressed and readied myself."

"Rhaena," he sighed her name as softly as ever, rasping at the end of it. Yes, he could be gentle if he tried…his patience however, had already stretched as thin as it would go. 

"It was aggravating. Borderline humiliating. You cannot act as if this was done as a kindness when it was handled as it was. Ser Willis is not known for pleasant deliveries,” she'd cut short with what sounded like a low drawn groan, as her nose threatened to nuzzle against his instinctually. The close proximity hypnotically luring her to melt against him, relaxing in his hold of her as her fingers roamed down along his chest. Sparking his senses, burning his skin as her hands warmly slid back towards his shoulders. Caressessing the sharp notch of his Adams apple as her touch traveled along his jaw. Her thumbs tracing the sharp edge of it before raising to cup his cheeks properly, “have I not handled being your mate, the mother of your children and most certainly taking on my role as your Queen, all well enough."

Aemond could feel himself falling victim to her orbit yet again, even though he'd purposely placed himself here...he would lose his upper hand if he wasn’t careful. He could already feel himself leaning into her already, her belly pressing against his chest, his hardening cock felt caught with the pressure of it all. As he raised one of his hands to feel the heat of the life they made, he smoothly brought the other hand up to hold her face. To keep her in place as he leaned his lips closer to hers. Chasing them eagerly, only then did her breath hitch, the sound made his cock grow absolutely rigid with want. As Rhaena's eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips and then back again, and there she'd hummed to stop him. Halting his desire to close the sliver of distance between their lips, their heated breath already mingling.

"I wasn't done, my impatient zaldrīzes," dragon, she bit back a small faint smile, while he allowed his smirk to pull completely. Her dragon…he did love to hear her possessive terms for him. Loved to be considered hers even when she was cross with him, with her thumb playfully dragging down his lower lip, she smirked, “mmm Aemond, you are trying to distract me,”

A puff of air escaped him as he teased, “is it working?”

At that, she only shook her head, scoffing faintly, “…as your Queen, I need more assurety. You tell me I'm more than your broodmare and then you act without me or on my behalf with no warning at all. I just don't…I do not like being the last to know pertinent information that affects me so directly. I hate to be sidelined when you’ve spent years promising me the opposite. And I certainly mislike feeling powerless in my own life's decisions."

What a bother.

There’d be no distracting her from this topic. 

Mmmm…she wanted more assurety?

As if he hadn't spent the last four years giving her just that. Giving her nearly everything she wanted...a courtesy he’d granted her as she was his Queen.

Breathing deeply, he rested his chin upon the perch of her belly. He found himself reaching around her hips, snuggly holding her in place as he hummed a sound acknowledgement. Recalling his own thoughts from just a few minutes ago, he only wished to 'utter whatever empty agreement she'd need reached just to have her settled upon his lap'. 

Hmmm, it would take some maneuvering to get her onto his lap now...but he figured he could loosen her to that end. In truth, from where he knelt upon the stone floor of their bedchamber...his appetite hungered for something far more immediate. 

Far closer to his lips...far sweeter to the taste. 

Aemond's gaze had darkened almost instantly as his hands slid the curve of her hips, fingers applying the lightest of pressures. He was not being very subtle at all and his Queen knew it. Really, he didn't need to meet Rhaena's eyes directly to notice the furrow of her brows. The heavy sigh that blew from her was telling enough, though she seemed adamant to have his eye on her. Reaching for his chin, she gripped and tilted face upwards. The saturated sun still illuminating her beauty in the most majestic way, even as she spoke with a deep seeded vexation, "you're not listening to me, I can tell."

Well, he was...and he wasn't. 

Biting his lip and he smirked, "you mislike feeling belittled, I heard you," his lips expectantly endured the wandering caress of her thumb. 

If she sought such serious answers... playing with his lower lip was certainly one way to get them. 

"Then..." She paused, her gaze flickering to the window that currently doused her in sunlight, her wispy silver curls shone nearly a glittery white, "tell me, what happened earlier. What angered you so, besides my unwillingness to lie with you then? What was said at the council meeting?" 

Ah...

It wasn't necessarily confidential information, he could care less about keeping her excluded from the issue at hand. What bothered him really, was the thought of sitting here speaking on the delicate matter of the politics of the realm. 

It was a topic he'd enjoy with a clear mind.

A topic he'd revel in divulging with her...after he'd taken what he needed. But he most certainly needed her first, there was no way around that. He could not keep his cock so taut and full as it was for much longer...he could not shake the want from his mind when he sat so ideally right between her legs. 

Without warning he rose to his feet. The matter was settled as far as he was concerned, this was as far as he'd go with just words. He started with his weapons belt, unsheathing his dagger and biting the blade in his mouth as he unlatched his belt and dropped it on the floor. Blackfyre remained sheathed as it fell to the floor. Next, he began unbuttoning his sleek black leather riding tunic, shirking it off and allowing it to fall all the same. 

Rhaena, however, only watched him perplexed all the while. Shaking her head slightly, her hands now held at the edge of the bed, "what are you doing?" 

Aemond thought it obvious, though apparently he'd have to explain the state of things. Apparently the massive bulge beneath the waistband of his breeches was not clear enough for his little wife to see. Even as he threw off his black jerkin, followed by his white cloth undershirt. By then, he took the blade from his mouth, leaning over her, he was somewhat glad to see she seemed utterly unthreatened by the fact that he was holding a dagger over her. In truth, he'd aimed it lower anyhow. 

That was when her eyes lit up, "no...NO! You're not cutting off another one of my dresses! There are buttons precisely placed directly on the front of this one!" 

"I will not be fiddling with lace covered buttons, sweet wife. Besides, I'll have it replaced within the week anyhow," he grinned, already slipping his fingers underneath the neckline of her gown. Feeling the thickness of the fabric, mentally calculating the pressure needed to cut through her sturdy silk layered bodice as well as her thin cotton shift beneath.

Of course, the skill lied in the ability to swiftly slice both away without nicking her with the blade. 

Just as he'd prepared himself to move forward, Rhaena groaned aloud as she shifted. It sounded sultry yet there was something nearly juvenile and pouty about it. Her furrowed brows moved to fret as if she wished to cross her arms to obstruct him, though she never did. She'd quite frankly leaned into his touch, whether she was conscious about it or not...he couldn't say. Her pale eyes only batted at him as her rose tinted lips pushed out, "but this is one of my favourites,"

"I'll gift you several just like it then," he hummed warmly enough, already eyeing the safest path in which he intended to slice. 

"Right, and then you'll cut those just as well. Soon enough I'll be forced to walk these halls bare," she fought to keep her look of petulance, only a cheeky little smile won the battle in the end. That was the prime moment to strike, and Aemond took it, just managing to catch her lips with his own. The immediate warmth that engulfed him as he lazily caught her sweet tongue upon his own. Lingering in the moment just long to feel his own heart soothe and settle with the feel of her. Truly indulging himself with the taste of her mouth, the remnant flavour of a spiced tea and her favoured sugary custard pastries. 

It was a simultaneous act, occupying her captivating mouth just as he pulled his dagger through, snapping each individual button that lined her bodice before cutting down the length of her dress. With his long platinum tresses draping over her, he felt her fingers trace the line of his scar upon his left cheek before feeling the edge of his jawline. Reaching to tuck his arrant strands behind his ear, there he gently pulled himself from her. Timed equally with a breathy gasp, Rhaena huffed, "mmmm...you're still a mad man, you didn't even answer my question." 

Mad? 

She had no idea...

Licking his lips, he still savoured the taste of her...eager to taste the sweet spot between her legs for the second time today, "consider my eagerness to be a necessity then." His voice was growing hoarse with need, especially as he'd watched the two halves of her gown and undergarment slide off her form. Tantalizing as gravity naturally revealed the parts of her he'd desperately longed to see. The slow tumbling of her crimson gown sliding to reveal one full plump breast and then the other. The soft showing of her bare swollen belly, her shapely thighs still parted directly below. With her warm brown skin still glowing in the sunlight, Aemond was sure he'd never seen such a perfect image. 

With Rhaena leaning back on her elbows, her long silver twists streaming down her back...she was waiting for him. Her pale lilac eyes were calling to him, silently beckoning him to take her as she wished. 

Surely she knew how dangerous her gaze was. 

Surely, she could see what it did to him...what she did to him. 

Leaning over her, he reached to place his dagger down upon their bedside table. Freeing his hand to glide along the soft dip of her bare waist. Though he wouldn't climb over her, not yet, he couldn't resist the opportunity laid at his feet. Instead, he reached for her cheek, "you want me to answer your question?"

Rhaena eyed him heatedly, nodding sharply.

"Hmmm, then you'll have to play your game to get it," Aemond rasped, purposely aiming a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. With a cocky little flick of his tongue, he began to lower himself once again. Quietly kicking himself for leaving his breeches on as he did so, but he could wait no longer. Pressing warm sloppy kisses down in a streak along her body, his hair falling against her, tickling her as he trailed between her perfect mounds and the rounded bump of her belly. 

While Aemond's complete and utter focus had shifted, Rhaena's body had begun to melt against his touch. Though her focus remained the same, "and what game would that be? The one where you spread my legs and get exactly what you've come for." 

He'd chuckled darkly at that, now kneeling before her, placing his hands upon her smooth knees. The delicate yet familiar motion of spreading her legs to suit his hungered urges as he glanced up at her, "quid pro quo...a fair trade...is that not what you call it? When you ride me senseless, take my cock however I wish to give it to you. You ease my every sense, all to receive whatever goal you'd been after that day." 

Rhaena's fingers danced upon her thighs, her lips folding in a charming little guilty expression, "you say that as if I use you." 

"Tis your favourite weapon to wield against me, is it not," Aemond grinned, his eye flickering down to the damp thatch of pale curls that laid above her pretty entrance, "it's exactly how you managed to gain a seat upon my council in the first place-" 

It was a feather light touch, his fingers spreading the soft folds of her there just as his thumb grazed against her sensitive little bud. Her legs shuddered instantly at his touch, her breath hitching in time with a little small quiver as she opened for him. She was already so slick, wet and wanting...the tender pink of her hidden flesh already calling to him.

"Aemond-" Rhaena gasped again, biting down hard upon her lower lip. 

He'd missed that sound, missed hearing all of the breathy moans he knew his wife to be capable of. All the sweet ways she could call his name when she so wished to. And, yes, he'd been granted a few much earlier in the morning...but he could be selfish at times. Hoarding the sound, the melodic melody of it. He wanted more...he always wanted more. 

Teasingly, Aemond continued to dab at her clit, softly rubbing the area with the pad of his thumb. Flashing a cunning smirk as he leaned his mouth close enough to blow hot air against her needy entrance, "what was that? Did you want me to stop?" 

Pettiness...he could never have enough.

"Mmmm, you're such a..." Rhaena groaned as she laid her head back, her hands combing through her twists as Aemond settled her legs over his shoulders. Her left calf sliding over his old burn scar upon his right shoulder, his one memorial from his battle at Rook’s Rest. The day the formidable Rhaenys Targaryen took both him and Vhagar on with Meleys at her side. Matching him blow for blow…nearly killing him with her immense dragon riding experience. As well as the worn battle tested Meleys. 

Aemond remembered that battle well…perhaps he regretted it more than the others. But in that fight he'd taken Meleys' dragon's fire just scarcely to the shoulder while managing to douse and dodge the worst of the onslaught. Only taking her down with the added aid of his brother and Sunfyre. 

A half victory, really. 

As were the majority of his dragon battles. 

Though in the end he had won it all. Rhaenys was dead, in her stead, he had that very woman's granddaughter here at his disposal. Legs splayed to him as he clearly felt the call of her body, as if gravity itself was guiding him there. He didn't wait for her, delving between the warmth of her plush thighs. Eagerly licking a streak along the length of her spread cunt, his tongue purposely lavishing the saccharine flavour of her. Drawing light airy mewls from her as her hands floundered down at her sides. Fingers padding the fur blanket beneath her before she opted to grip onto it instead. 

Her legs were squirming already, he'd barely even begun and Rhaena already seemed to be fighting the urge to squeeze her legs around him.

It was enough to cause his cock to throb dangerously within his breeches, his heart burning with a sense of pure desire. He felt greedy with it all, that aching irritation of his gave way to the pace of his tongue working her almost ferociously. Licking along her delicate folds, trailing his tongue around her apex, flicking the tip of his tongue against her there- 

There, Rhaena's hands finally reached for him. With a sharply pitched moan, she slid her fingers through his hair and tugged, "s-stop, wait...wait," 

In truth, he had no interest in stopping at all. 

Not when he could get her there, not when he was finally feasting on her just as he'd wished to. Besides, it wasn't as if he could see the expression on her face at this very moment. With his own fingers tightly squeezing the soft pudge of her inner thighs, from his angle kneeling before. Her later-term belly was truly blocking his view of her entirely, he could see the top slumped peaks of her breasts...but her facial expression in this moment would remain a mystery. 

And so if all he could do was judge her words based on the sound of her voice, the breathy needy call for him to wait or stop. Said with the blatant undertones of a woman who was in the midst of experiencing immense pleasure. 

Stop?

Hmmm...he thought not. 

Playfully, he grinned as he dipped the tip of his tongue into the sweet heat of her. Drenched in her syrupy wetness, the point of his nose nudging her clit in time with his ministrations. It was enough for her to cry out, whining his name even louder this time, "Aemond!" 

Perhaps he was toying with her, but he couldn't deny this...that he loved nothing more than this. Burrowing himself within her one way or another. 

"Aemond...mmm...I do not wish to play this game, I would rather the simple answers," she fussed against him, pulling his hair even harder... finally causing him to hiss with the strain. 

Aggravating little thing, could she not simply take his tongue with gratitude. 

With a huff, Aemond grinded his jaw slowly. He wanted a better position, one with more purchase and control over her body. So he feigned compliance, slipping his tongue from her in the slowest most agonizing way possible. Savouring the honeyed taste of her, happily relishing the bright gasping breath she took as he did. He chuckled to himself there, licking his lips as he slowly pulled himself from between her legs. Nearly climbing atop her, Aemond lowered himself over her, gazing into her eyes he murmured, "the game's already started, sweet girl. And you haven't given me anything yet. That’s no trade at all." 

With a sob, she surely felt his fingers reach below. Sliding between her wet folds, causing her to bite her lip as her brows furrowed, "oh! But you've already had a taste, that's good enough!" 

"Mmm," he smirked devilishly, nuzzling his nose against hers, "now now, little wife. You're only stalling, you know this game better than that. If you want pertinent information from me, you'll have to give me more than a simple taste," 

With a smooth slip of his fingers, he brought his damp index and middle fingers to his lips purposely sucking off her glistening arousal. The look in her eyes as they widened at the sight of it, eyeing him with a fixed almost hypnotized stare. 

As if she’d seen him do this very thing, the countless times she’d watched him pull his fingers from her delicate wetness before sucking the remnants with pure fervor. 

In a fluid motion, Aemond used that very same hand to caress her jaw, leading her lips up to his. Deepening their kiss with the dexterity of his tongue tangling with her own, feeling the instant access to her mouth as she tasted herself upon his tongue. As her hands slid along his shoulders, he parted from her briefly, humming against her lips, "settle up here... I'm not done with you yet." 

As he spoke, he guided her body further up along the bed. Pulling down the fur blanket, effectively unmaking the bed as Rhaena finally obeyed his commands. Eyeing him the entire time as she moved to shed the remnants of her gown and undergarments down to the floor before she laid herself closer to the head of the bed. Resting herself horizontally amongst the nest of pillows they had there. 

And for a moment he couldn't help the way his gaze had lingered on her form. Laid out and splayed to him...in truth the very image he'd been most keen to return to ever since he left her this morning. It felt as if he'd been away for ages, like a warrior kept from home....even though there was no battle to speak of and he'd made the blunderous choice to leave all by himself. But he had her now, and she looked the picture of perfection. Like a painting of old, the erotic sketches of a goddess. She quite literally had the form of an image he'd seen once before. Deep within the pages of an old text he'd read a few years back, the original writer's envisioned idea of the fertility Goddess, Meleys. 

What she might have looked like if she'd taken the form of a woman.

Beyond Rhaena's naturally curlier hair and refined beautiful features, the image seemed nearly exact in his mind. Down to his wife’s lovely deep skin tone, her splendid figure, those wide curving hips and thighs, laid so prettily upon their bed. With the impeccable abundance of her plump bosom, the intoxicating roundness of her swollen belly. The bright sun still spilling over her, the luminous shimmer of her silver hair, the way her pale lilac eyes shone like jewels. 

Everything about her was calling him to her like a siren…like a spell. 

If he'd subscribed to the ideals of The Seven as faithfully as he once did...all of this coveting would feel far more sinful. To carnally want a woman with child this badly...his woman, his wife…carrying his child. 

Such distinctions would not have mattered to The Mother, surely, it was all a sin in her eyes. Said to feel displeasure towards any such depravity no matter the specifics. Yet, it all mattered so little to Aemond now, when he was with her. He could do away with thoughts of the Faith in the presence of Rhaena Targaryen. She had a knack for clouding his mind, his judgement…to focusing on one end alone. 

And to his near wonderment, here she was finally beckoning him to come to her. 

"Come then, dear husband, let us play the game," Rhaena's eyes practically glowed, her lips twisting into a bright little smile. 

His siren's song.

Notes: LMAO that breeding kink is really FRONT and center, the lactation kink will be coming too!!

Chapter 5 is in the works, but I do still have to write it! I've plotted out the sequence of events...but estimatation for completion wise, idk. I'd really like to finish it this week. We shall see!

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

50 Random Character Asks: Lin

may be some repeats in here BUT its done lmao

1. Canon I outright reject

The 16hour nap and suddenly shes okay with Su like thats not how that workssss 

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

HC i will die on is her scars going up to her eyebrow and shes blind in that eye, i loveeeee her surviving easily off the seismic sense and then when shes in the south without her bending people realize they can sneak up on that side and quietly adjust how they approach her so they stop scaring her.

3. Obscure headcanon

She paints! Shes been painting since before she could bend and it’s something she had that was all hers and no one else in her family could compare it to Toph. 

4. Favorite line

“I am a detective you know.” 

5. Best personality trait

I love that shes that ‘good is not nice’ its so in line with her being the beifong of the LoK series and seeing how much she genuinely cares under that tough armor is endearing

6. Worst personality trait

Dude she jumped at every chance for a suicide mission. Thats gotta be some deep seeded issues lmao

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

Shes like 50-53/54 in the show 

5ft 4inch (she is SMOL and ANGY and you cannot stop me)

Again probably the appropriate weight for being her size and muscular. After book one tho she has a hard time remembering to eat and i hc in the south she lost a ton of weight in the recovery.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

idk if i have a wholly unpopular opinion. I know the fandom can be a bit divided on things. 

I have gotten a lot of backlash for my height hc in the past tho lmao 

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

The first scene MY HEART i love her soo much. I saw her in screen and went, that ones mine! 

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

I love the scene where bumi is trying to talk in code names and lins like “WTF are you saying???” 

11. Faceclaim for the role

I love @mgthejerkbender ‘s FC of Joan Chen 

12. Crack headcanon

She and Noatak were involved shortly after the breakup with tenzin but it didn’t last long. 

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

In canon she brings an RCPD skyship into Ba Sing Se and aids Korra and Tenzin in stealing the EQ’s air bender army. All in uniform.

14. Most heroic moment

Oh god pretty much every time she’s on the screen lmao, but I hc she goes down for good protecting Korra not long after canon. 

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Hmmm I’m so caught up on this question because does it mean  A) thing they did with Bad Intentions that had a Bad Outcome  B) thing they did with Good Intentions that had a Bad Outcome  C) something they perceive as a failure / personal sin they’ll be forgiven for?  There’s so many ways to take thissss 

I’m gonna say during one of the first undercover operations with Saikhan she had to kill a man to keep her cover and he’s a cold case file in her office. 

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

that through all her good intentions and desperate attempts to keep people she loved and the city she loved safe, she’s always left defeated and broken with a new scar on her somewhere and blood on her hands. 

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Pluto by Sleeping at Last this song was fucking made for Lin i swear

Blame it on the Kids by AViVA 

I have a whole Spotify playlist and more linked in the pinned post lmao

The Void calls in sweet tones and false promises, by WolfSkullJack /FaceBook plink/ This is just sooooooo Linmon I’m writhing in agony 

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

She wouldn’t. But there’s a MIGHTY NEED for her to see one lmao 

19. Vices/bad habits

Smoking, drinking, burying herself in work. 

20. Scars

Burn to her left shoulder - house fire she was first responder to 

Three large gashes on her back - criminal animal 

Burn left hip - firebender (Zolt possibly) on her second patrol 

Right hip back and front - rebar puncture from building fire/explosion 

A handful of Cigarette burns across her shoulders, collarbones and one on her neck - her bio father was upset she wasn’t a firebender 

Facial scars from su are higher and damaged her eyesight. 

Then a smattering of lines and smudges from her time on the force 

(if where in my dark timeline she’s got tally marks across her shoulders and down her back from amon 👀)

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

Jasmine tea 

22. Best physical feature

👀 

I really love her face lmao 

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

You know that smell when a heating vent just turns on in the winter? That “oh god something has gone wrong and it’s burning” but it’s not actually gone wrong. And mint. 

24. Most annoying habit

She picks at the skin around her nails when she’s nervoussss Kya’s constantly healing up scabs where she’s pulled the skin off too far. 

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Her uniform, a jeep, and rations. She’ll make her way home left with nothing but those will make it easier lol. (She is a detective you know) 

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

she would probably just metal bend the elevator to open, most likely leaving it more broken than it was but still. At least they’re out safe. 

27. Their guilty pleasure

She has the entire collection of the in universe equivalent of Nora Roberts or Jane Austin novels. 

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

probably neutral to slightly annoyed. 

29. Eating habits

you guys ever hear about Snake Meal? 

30. Sleeping habits

She can sleep when she’s dead. 

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

it would be a mostly dead blog that she made because asami and mako Insisted she did so they could send her memes. 

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Bumi, always. Hes always had a way of getting through the armor and helping her loosen up a little and smile. 

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

People reinforcing the idea that she’s alone and not worthy. 

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

No emotions. 

Only action. 

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Up for a run at 3am. 

Make Kya coffee and breakfast 

At work by 5am 

Moving cases along, no losses.

Back home for dinner at about 7-8pm 

Relaxing with Kya until bedtime. 

36. Their favorite season

Fall, before the air gets too cold. 

37. What they really think about themselves

she’s worried everyone is right honestly. Sometimes the letters from Kya dwindle as responsibilities emerge, dinner with Saikhan and Akira and the kids get put on hold, tenzin not allowing her back to the island she grew up on because of the bitter words shared between them. Maybe she will be a stubborn old woman left alone with her wounds.  

38. Favorite holiday

Probably a new years holiday 

39. Favorite game

Card game for sure like solitaire or trash 

40. Favorite book

She read a book in school for a study hall about the history of the arts and historical pigment making. She has a few copies and one dedicated to her notes and swatches from trying out the methods. 

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Aang, 10000%%% she would want to see Aang again and update him on all the crazy shit korra was doing and about Tenzin’s kids. 

42. 3 comfort items

The bison whistle Aang gave her. (Bumi has his original one but he had more made for the other kids) 

The stuffed badgermole she’s had since she was like 4 

Then they were preteens Tenzin had made her a bracelet with a small thumb sized stone pendant that he carved for her to rub/pick at instead of her fingers. She used it for a while but ended up putting it away when she started the junior league ProBending. 

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

Fav - mochi, that seal jerky she’s always loved it, a chicken curry type dish Akira makes. 

Des - eggs if they’re alone like fried or scrambled she won’t eat it unless it’s mixed in with a bigger dish. Milk and cheese, She's not a fan of them. 

44. Their happiest memory

It was her 4th birthday before her element showed and shes sitting in the gardens with aang and tenzin and some of the other kids on the island for her birthday. Her uncle aang gives her a stuffed badgermole toy and a warm and very soft blanket bumi and kya made with katara from Appa’s shedding fur and she still has both items on her bed with her to this day.

45. Their favorite celebrity

And old old singer from when she would listen to the radio at night. 

46. The person they most admire

Oh gosh probably Suki, she was a strong warrior and led her life how she wanted to. 

47. Their dream job

she would love to be a sculptor/artist full time, she makes the most gorgeous sculptures. And paints some amazing landscapes. 

48. Scariest moment of their life

Oooof there’s a few. If day the times where she KNEW she was going to die without help. When she fell under the ice when she was like five or six. Then again when she landed on the rebar in the building explosion. The agony of being in pain and the realization that she was too hurt. She couldn’t get herself out of there. At least when she was tortured by Amon she chose to put herself in the situation. Even if she didn’t know the extent. The others though, it was random. She couldn’t control that. She didn’t have a choice. 

49. Favorite toy as a child

Her stuffed bagermole toy for sure 

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

Basically the entirety of Suyin's father living with them. 

[cyarskj1899]

and you know what I don’t blame her

I haven’t forgiven him ever since he did this and I’m so glad that Kendrick Lamar not only beat him but also humiliated him and songs like “not like us “ exist in this timeline (heck i wouldn’t be surprised if it ends up on this year’s edition of my #spotifywrapped, coming in mid late November, check your postings)

Aubrey Drake Graham, how freaking dare you call somebody who’s been abused and proving to be abused a liar and a B word and also calling undeserved freedom for her abuser? Does this beige bastard know that his prison boyfriend has a history of violence against others?

Like I heard through the grapevine that during his adolescence, he used to steal from people and be a menace to others not just in his home country of Canada, but also in Florida(yes he was technically a typical Florida man, I mean, he grew up in Florida, but still) and that’s the man you want free, I mean, he nearly killed somebody, and you want a guy like him back to society? For real?

a guy like Tory should not be ever released into society, until he deported back to Canada, where he belongs.

Not to mention, well, he’s advocating for the freedom of his little boyfriend, he should have known that midget was even worse than I thought, at least according to the documentary he was preying on her vulnerability and her grief from the start, she going through a horrible time, and he took advantage of her . That is absolutely disgusting and just flat out wicked

Basically Drake was defending someone who took advantage of someone who was going through the darkest time of her life with the loss of her mother and her grandmother.

that’s why megan kept getting drunk , for her turning to alcohol was form of a coping mechanism, that was her way to forget her mom's passing and that midget manipulated and used HER , its giving predatory and it’s giving rape.

Most rapists would wait until their potential victim is at her most vulnerable and they strike, and when a victim is drunk, especially too drunk to partake in any form of sexual consent, that’s a victim is definitely vulnerable because the predator can use a manipulate him or her into having relations, knowing that the victim is too drunk to consent.

Megan was drunk, depressed, and grieving because she’s going through the loss of her parents and grandmother . she was orphaned He’s a fucking predator, and his supporters were playing the harlot for him. Like you were supporting a freaking attempted murderer and a Rapist?!??!!!!!!!

and Drake was like: free my boy he didn’t do anything wrong. yes he did, even if he didn’t shot Megan he was on probation he should’ve never had a gun in the first place, talk about a preventable bad situation, turning into a preventable and even worse situation.

anyone who takes advantage of someone who is vulnerable especially when they are currently in grief over a loss of loved one, is no different than a sadist. And the fact that people like Tory exist pisses me off.

and here’s the real kick in the bollocks for me: The fact she became friends with him because he brought up he also lost his mother he targeted her and uses his mothers death as a way to manipulate a trauma bond and then he ended up harming, abusing and tormenting her for nearly 5 freaking years, really got me very angry, I am outraged that live in society where people can take advantage of people, especially when they’re at the lowest and vulnerable moments and not give a flying crap about that.

But that’s Aubrey’s Man though. That’s his boyfriend , who is the prisoner girlfriend for the next 10 years(well actually eight years, but who’s really counting), because no prisoner likes a man who will harm a woman.

GOD I FEEL SICK with a blistering rage.

I honestly hate both of them drake and Tory. I’m glad Drake had the worst 2024 ever, and I hope 2025 is not even better for him. I hope they both get deported

Thanks Megan for not just surviving but thriving and thank Kendrick for making an iconic diss track that makes a predator and colonizer uncomfortable

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XXI: SEASON

In winter, an encounter.

He finds her. Or she finds him. Stumbling her way through the back alleys of the Brume, lugging a greatsword twice her size—Fray’s greatsword—on her back. He is furious with her then, this stranger who burst into his and Rielle’s lives unwanted and unasked, dragging the asinine politics of Ishgard—and the weight of the world—with her. She claims to be a mage, yet cannot spark a whiff of magic. Until her rage takes her. Until she gives herself to the Abyss. Then it comes surging out of her, setting her blade—that blade, cursed blade, holding so many memories—aflame with violet violence. The all-consuming depths of fury and wrath burning, burning, burning, and yet at its core, a gentle warmth. A tender flame. She loves as deeply as she has been hurt, and she is the last to recognize it. This time with her is short. Brief. A moment crystalized in the Coerthan snows. When it is over and she is gone, ascending to the heights of the Pillars with her Scions and her High Houses and whatever other political machinations she has gotten herself involved in, he knows he may never see her again. He wishes he would. For Rielle’s sake, of course.

In spring, a reunion.

It has not been that long. Her hair is longer now, growing out from the shorn cut she told him she gave herself. He does not ask about Ishgard. He does not ask about the Lord Commander, her apparent paramour. Her life has moved on, higher and higher, and the stories he hears of her feel distant from the person he knows her as. They take Rielle to Gridania, soaking in the spring sun and the loamy scent of new growth. In her company, Rielle is happier than he has ever seen her. He is thankful.

In summer, a journey.

It has been two years since he saw her last. She is different now—the fury and the rage diminished to weary numbness. The red streaks have returned to her hair, she is no longer dyeing it. Perhaps she no longer feels the need to hide, to meet the expectations set on her. She is more honest, more raw… He fears something has happened. Something she will not speak of. She puts on a brave face, but inside she is as broken as her shattered soul crystal. As they traverse the scorching russet landscape of Gyr Abania, he wonders how much of this is an escape for her. An escape from her duties, an escape from her role. The further they go, the more she opens up, telling him things in confidence she has not shared with any other. It is on an achingly normal day when the realization hits. A stop by the river, where they set their blades aside and strip down to their underthings to enjoy the cool, refreshing water. As he sits on the bank, pale skin burning in the hot sun, and she looks back at him with that gentle smile… Ah, shit.

In autumn, love.

It starts in an inn on the road to Coerthas. Rielle tucked away for an early night, the pair of them retiring to his room after one too many dark looks from the other patrons. Two dark knights in the darkest corner of the tavern were bound to attract attention. Perhaps drink is to blame for their actions, perhaps not—that first night is a blur of many things unsaid coming to fruition—regardless, the end result is the same. Love that blazes darker than the abyss in their hearts. It’s a poor decision on both their parts. This thing between them—the seed for it sown years ago in bloodstained snows, only to bloom now at the worst possible time—is precious and fragile and must needs be sheltered from the tempest of her life. She is torn in so many directions—Alliance, Scions, Garlemald, friends, allies, enemies, all devouring pieces of her until there is nothing left. He swears he will not place those demands on her. He has become the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm. It’s the least he can give her. This happiness is not forever. They know they must relinquish it when they reach their destination. For everything there is a season. And for every season—as certain as the falling leaves—there comes an end.

[the-lark-ascending69]

i’m begging please make the flayed robin a fic it would be so good

Hii anon I'd love to!! However I am unable to write fanfic in this moment of my life. Ever since 2022 my life can only be summarized in college stuff, college stuff, a little bit of work and more college stuff. I am falling behind on my reading schedule as we speak lol 🙃 i expect to be free to write some time after... 2028, maybe (big maybe). I CAN draw though, which is not such a long-term compromise. Maybe I'll manage to draw something one of these days.

For the time being I would like to redirect you to two GREAT flayed!Robin fanfics that I adore, the devil's after both of us by @eskawrites and We're Going to End You by UnholyHelbig. Both featuring ronance. These are the only ones I know. Sadly, looking up "flayed Robin" on ao3 hasn't turned out to be a very fruitful search, but that doesn't mean there aren't more out there! I'll have to keep searching. If anyone reading this knows of more flayed!Robin fanfics please lmk!! Of course there's also @snowangeldotmp3 's rebel robin: surviving the upside down AU, which I'm still trying to catch up with, but it sounds like they're working on some cool flayed!Robin stuff!

While I can't give you a fanfic I CAN share with you some flayed!Robin ideas I have:

Vecna/the Mind Flayer is incredibly subtle this time, choosing to corrupt Robin rather than completely taking over her body and replacing her. He preys on her darkest thoughts, which are generally, jealousy, resentment, shame, self-deprecation hopelessness and loneliness. They both open the door for him, and act as weapons he uses to slowly torture her and turn her against her loved ones.

It begins with Robin feeling irritable, out of place, especially with Steve. Steve suddenly stops feeling like home and more like someone she shares a loving bond with but who can never really understand her, because he's a heterosexual man, because he has money, because he's high on the social pyramid and she spent her whole teenage years fighting to not fall to the bottom, because he can allow himself liberties not permitted to her. She begins to resent him. When she begins to isolate herself from him, it becomes incredibly easy for Vecna to make her spiral further and further down.

Almost nothing Robin says while possessed is 100% untrue. It tends to come from something she really feels. In normal circumstances, Robin would feel a bit sad knowing Steve can never fully understand her experience. Flayed!Robin resents him over it and wants to hurt him. But the pain is there. There ARE exceptions though, and they're interesting because the others are so used to hearing her say evil half-truths that when she says something so horriffic the real Robin couldn't possibly believe it, they think she means it deep down.

Flayed!Robin isn't physically violent - another reflection of the real Robin's nature. He uses her silver tongue to attack the others.

There's a lot of confusion from the rest of the group, even once they figure out she IS possesed, because its like she keeps coming back before being pulled under again. One moment she's acting normal and the next she's telling Nancy she always ruins everything. It's hard to tell what is true and what is a lie

Flayed!Robin targets Nancy specifically, not because it's particularly useful to Vecna - I mean, it is, but there's more to that - it comes from Robin's shameful love for Nancy, the source of so much pain. Flayed!Robin takes her anger out on her.

Flayed!Robin particularly enjoys making Nancy cry. Her favorite method is reminding her of Barb, blaming her for everything that goes wrong and telling her everyone would be better of if she were dead. Otherwise, she'll get them all killed until she's the last one standing. At the beginning though, she's just mean. She acts irritable and angry and rolls her eyes at her and doesn't take her seriously and casually insults her intelligence. She does it sparingly enough that Nancy actually wonders if she heard that right, if Robin is being serious, if it's just an instance of her "not understanding social cues" or if she really thinks she's "losing her spark" or "keeps talking nonsense lately", or whatever Vecna makes her say. This is one of the cases in which Robin doesn't mean what she says in the slightest.

Another way in which flayed Robin likes to taunt Nancy is by publicly accusing her of homosexuality. Everyone awkwardly ignores that most of the time (though sometimes Hopper sideyes her, Joyce closes her eyes and inhales deeply, and Mike snaps and loudly declares his sister isn't gay), and they ignore Nancy's sharp breath and tight fists when Robin says anything on the matter ("Aaw, Wheeler, are you in love with me? You know, I did take you for a queer but I didn't think you'd be after me. Thought you were still hung up on that Barb girl").

At the beginning of Robin's possesion, Nancy was incredibly kind to her, saying sweet, loving things to her even if unsure if she could hear her or not. She promised she would take care of her and that she'll be okay. Robin would usually roll her eyes and tell her, voice full of scorn, that if Nanch Wheeler is promising to "take care of her" then her odds aren't very promising. It hurts Nancy so much to hear that. She thinks there's a little bit of the real Robin behind those words.

Nancy becomes exhausted after some time. Exhausted and angry. She convinces herself it's only Vecna in there, and she refuses to offer him any kindness. He will pay for what he did to the girl she loved.

When they get her and tie her up so they can think of a plan, they leave her alone for a moment, and for the first time, Vecna retreats entirely, to let her fully feel the bite of ropes around her wrists, keeping her immobilized, tied to the chair. He wants her to fully feel the terror of her trauma without any numbing effect. Bonus points if she's not fully alone - Nancy is keeping watch, and Robin is scared and confused as to why she looks at her with such cold eyes, why she won't help her, why she won't comfort her when she sees her panicking and crying and begging. It's the worst torture so far, and when Nancy steps forward, and looks at her with so much hate, and says "Shut. Up", Robin feels her heart break all over again (Nancy had told her she loved her once and she never knew what she meant by that. She supposes the love is gone now). She has no idea Vecna has played with Nancy in this way a million times before.

Whenever they drug her to keep her unconcious, Nancy gives her as much physical affection as she can - stroking her cheek, brushing her hair, cuddling her. She wonders if, in this way, Robin will feel something Vecna doesn't.

When she comes back, Robin remembers everything she said while possessed and won't stop apologizing, refusing any comfort Nancy tries to offer her because she thinks she doesn't deserve it, but Nancy won't hear any of that. She stays by Robin's side no matter what, even if it means skipping school or not sleeping. The girl she loves is back and she's not wasting a single second more away from her.

[drivinmeinsane]

In case you're not tired of them yet- I've got some character asks :]

For Holland; 8, 16 and 27

For Julian; 15, 17 and 28 (Driver)

For K; 2, 17 and 47

Thank you for the message! I appreciated the opportunity to talk about these guys some more!!! <3

Holland

8. Unpopular opinion about them.

Holland loved his wife dearly, but Jackson Healy is the unexpected love of his life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

Holland is worried that Holly hates him. He thinks he genuinely might be a bad father. He couldn’t fault his daughter if she blames him for the death of her mom, he certainly does.

27. Their guilty pleasure.

It would be easy to say alcohol, smoking, or self-flagellation, but really? Holland likes all those cheesy family activities (this includes Jackson of course). He didn’t get to spend enough time with Holly and her mom together, so he tries to put in the extra effort these days for family game nights, dinners, movie trips, anything they can do together. He also gets the bonus satisfaction of seeing Healy’s face flush every time he’s included as part of the March family.

Julian

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done.

Julian has done plenty of terrible things in his life. He is a product of his upbringing. As gently as I can put this with the understanding that he was victimized, the worst thing he did was not love himself enough to save himself by cutting ties with his mother and his brother. Without them in the picture, he very likely would not have been engaging in the destructive (both to himself and to other people) behaviors to the extent that he was. Crystal truly was an epicenter of bad.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Off the top of my head, here are some of the songs that remind of Julian » I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski » God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash » Afraid - The Neighborhood » Knives Out - Radiohead » Grip - Seeb x Bastille

28. How they feel about Driver.

I feel like Julian would find common ground with Driver. Neither of them had a stable childhood, however Driver was able to come out of his experiences being able to connect with others, to love, despite everything. Julian might be able to let him in. Perhaps he could heal.

K

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

I firmly believe that Deckard would have left that upgrade center with two kids, Ana and K, if he had truly known what was going on from the start. By all rights, they were siblings. K had found his family. He just would not -could not- consider himself human enough to deserve it. By the time Deckard realized, likely when Ana explained the circumstances of K visiting, it would have been too late for him to claim K in life. In a happier story, he would have pried K off those steps before he succumbed to his wounds and the thought that he wanted to die. Maybe he could have been saved. Deckard had loved a replicant as a partner, he could have easily loved a replicant as a son.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Here's just some of the songs I associate with K. We'll go ahead ignore that I'm pulling some of these off my Six/K playlist... » Like Real People Do - Hozier » Star Hopping Lover - Chance Peña » Take me to Church - Hozier » Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths » Way Down We Go - KALEO

47. Their dream job.

I think that in another life, K would have really liked to do something involving agriculture. As we see in both the script and in the movie, he has a genuine interest in Sapper’s occupation. He wants to know what he farms. He wants to know what’s bubbling on the stove. He’s intrigued by the cowslip he finds on the ground. Anything involving the creation of life and the tactile use of his hands seems right up his alley. Personally, I specifically see him as keeping bees if he were not… leashed by the LAPD (if he were to survive defection or were allowed to openly have his own interests). They captivated him from the moment on landed on his hand. As he is, they’re part of a system working for the betterment of a colony. I also think that in keeping bees, he would feel closer to Deckard given that he has his own. It might feel almost as if it were a family business, and we all know how desperately K wants to belong to a family. I’ve included some of my notes on the script and some shots of K finding the hives. I have too many feelings. :(

[lavellenchanted]

kiss prompt - end of war kiss and OTP of your choice!

It is strange being back in England. There’s an almost surreal quality to it, for although British forces were at war with Napoleon for over a decade, the British shores remained untouched by the fighting - if you wished it you could believe the war had never happened, unlike travelling through Europe. 

If it weren’t for the cold wind and the bare trees, Friedrich might have thought it was only yesterday that he had left London instead of eight months ago. The city is as busy as ever, even with half the ton decamped to their country estates for the winter. People stroll through the streets in fur-lined hats and coats, their laughter and voices ringing through the air. 

For a brief moment Friedrich envies them, for their easy smiles and the fact that they only know what it cost to stop Napoleon from newspaper reports and not from seeing it firsthand.

Pushing his darker thoughts away, he turns his horse on to Berkeley Square and his heart lifts as he sees the familiar white stone building at the far end of it. Going by the rules of society it is, strictly speaking, too early for social calls but Friedrich’s sure that those inside will forgive him. His Aunt Charlotte, on the other hand, may not; she was rather put out that, his ship having arrived no more than two hours ago, he came to the palace just long enough to greet her and borrow a mount before setting straight back out again. 

But in truth she only has herself to blame. She is the one who introduced him to Miss Sharma, after all.

Being away from Edwina these last months has been more difficult than he could have ever believed was possible. He has thought of her every day, every hour, since they parted, and in the awful, bleak weeks when he was unable even to write to her it was remembering her that gave him the strength to keep going. The embroidered handkerchief she gave him before he left still sits in the inside pocket of his jacket, right over his heart. In his darkest moments he would pull it out, running his thumb over the neat, careful stitches that her hands had made and lifting it to his face so he could breathe in the perfume that still clung to it (orange blossom and jasmine, he has since learned from one of her letters).

Sometimes he would try to conjure her in his mind to talk to her, imagine her responses and how she would look at him with those wide, expressive dark eyes that always seem to see straight through him, but he could never quite get it right. She always surprises him, when they talk, sees things that he never would. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

He has been able to write to her again while he’s been in Paris, taking part in the negotiations on the treaty written following Napoleon’s abdication and recapture. It has been a drawn-out process, the days long and tedious and full of arguments. Getting each letter from England, seeing her looped handwriting and hearing her voice on the page has kept him sane through it all.

Her latest letter arrived only two days ago, and sits now in his inside pocket with her handkerchief. It is thanks to that letter that he knew exactly where to find her when his ship docked. The Bridgertons are spending Christmas at Clyvedon with the Duke and Duchess of Hastings this year, so Edwina and her mother, both feeling a little out of place, have chosen to stay with Lady Danbury in London. Friedrich can’t help but be a little grateful for that, since Clyvedon would be another two days’ ride away.

A maid or a footman must have seen him coming, because as he draws his horse to a halt outside Danbury House and dismounts the front door swings open and Lady Danbury’s butler peers curiously out, obviously trying to determine the identity of their unusually early visitor.

“Good morning,” Friedrich smiles, striding up the steps. “Is Miss Sharma available?”

He has to give Lady Danbury credit in choosing her staff; the man does not so much as blink at finding a prince on his doorstep. “Your Highness, please come in. I shall enquire if Miss Sharma is able to receive guests.”

The winter wind in Britain does not get anywhere near as cold as it does in Prussia, it must be said, but it is certainly chiller than it was in Paris and still has enough of a bite that it is a welcome respite to step inside into the warmth. Friedrich’s coat and gloves are taken by a footman and he is shown through into the parlour to wait. 

He has been standing warming himself by the fire burning cheerfully in the hearth for perhaps two or three minutes when he hears the sounds of some running in the hall, their footsteps getting louder as they get closer, and then the door burst open and -

“Friedrich!”

Edwina was clearly not prepared for a visitor; she’s wearing a simple lilac day dress, the only ornamentation a satin ribbon at her waistline, and her hair isn’t dressed yet, falling down her back and shoulders in loose waves that gleam like silk. She’s staring at him like she can’t quite believe he’s real, the dark eyes that he’s dreamed of so often moving slowly over his face.

She’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Hello, Liebling.”

With a smile, he holds out his arms and Edwina doesn’t hesitate to throw herself into them. He lifts her off her feet, burying his face in her hair and feeling a quiet burst of joy as the familiar scent of orange blossom and jasmine wafts over him. She holds him tightly, trembling a little in the circle of his arms, and when he finally puts her back down and she looks up at him he can see tears gathering along her lashes. 

“You’re here, you’re really here,” she’s saying. “When did you . . ? I didn’t realise you were coming, and I can’t - I’ve missed you so much -”

Her voice breaks a little on the last word, like she didn’t quite mean to say it and is tripping over it in surprise as she realises she has said it, and it’s all too much for Friedrich. He doesn’t trust his voice and there’s nothing for it but to lean in and gently kiss her tears away before they can fall.

“Oh.” She gasps quietly, her eyes fluttering closed beneath his lips. 

“Ich habe dich vermisst, meine Süße,” he murmurs, bringing his hands up to cradle her face and covering her mouth with his.

It’s foolish and reckless and not at all what he intended to do when he set out from the palace, but he can’t bring himself to care. All he knows is that he has longed for this woman with an ache as fierce as anything he’s ever known, he has thought of her each night since he’s been gone and there were moments when he came perilously close to dying and his only real regret was that he wouldn’t get to grow old with her. So now that she’s here before him, he cannot bear to not be kissing her.

Fortunately Edwina doesn’t seem to mind. Her fingers have curled into the front of his jacket and she’s lifting herself up on her toes to press herself more closely to him. Her lips are soft and warm beneath his, moving tentatively at first and then more surely as they find their rhythm, their breathing growing heavier. Each stroke of her mouth is a revelation, making his heart race faster, and he thinks he might just like to lose himself in doing this forever -

“Ahem.”

They break apart like startled deer, and Friedrich can’t be entirely sure when his mind is feeling rather dazed and slow, but he thinks Edwina has to hastily turn a snort of laughter into a cough when they see Lady Danbury standing in the doorway, leaning on her cane, watching them what appears to be exasperation more than anything.

“Do forgive me for interrupting,” she says drily.

“Lady Danbury,” Edwina starts, “We were just -”

“Whatever you are about to finish that sentence with, I suggest you don’t. Regrettably my vision remains perfect in spite of my advancing years, and any other explanation would be an insult to my intelligence.” Lady Danbury’s words are precise, but they lack the sharpness Friedrich knows she is more than capable of, so he can only assume she doesn’t mind too much. Especially when after another moment she sighs and looks up. “I suppose, since you are freshly back from the war, Your Highness, I might overlook the impropriety this once. Edwina, I am going to fetch your mother. I expect it will take a few minutes. When I get back, I should prefer it if there were either a ring on Miss Sharma’s finger or at least six feet between you.”

With that, she turns and sweeps from the room in a manner almost as imperious as Friedrich’s Aunt Charlotte. 

They stare after her for a moment, then catch each other’s eye and dissolve into quiet giggles. As they laugh, Friedrich reaches to pull Edwina into his arms again and presses one more swift kiss to her lips.

“Well, Liebling, I’m afraid I cannot bear to be six feet away from you,” he says, and pulls a ring from his pocket. “So I think it will have to be the former.”

kiss prompts

[crystal-wingeddragon-spikes]

Danny Phantom, a Glitch in Time and why I don't like the redemption.

[Spoiler]

The Ultimate Enemy's entire premise lies on Future Danny's lacks of remorse and regret.

Once he realized Danny travelled from the past and seeing his old friends Sam and Tucker again, his response is to ensure the bad future will happen. He left Danny stranded in the bad future, which to his knowledge, Danny should not ever be able to go back. When he impersonates Danny, he can choose to live the second life as a regular life with family, but he did not. He did all of these not because he misses his friends and family, he did it to ensure that they will die. His attitude is full of disdain toward Sam, Tucker and Jazz. We can clearly see his malice when Jazz confronted him about the test answers. The only reason he did not kill her is that he needs her to die in The Nasty Burger explosion.

This plot in a Glitch in Time came out of nowhere. It will only make sense if someone confuse fanon with canon. I understand we Danny Phantom fans have a complicate relationship with Butch Hartman and something he put in season 3, but this is just bad.

I don't, never, like the premise of Danny cheating on his SAT, I meant CAT exam, and it leads to the death of his entire support group, causes him to spiral in his grief, tried to separate his ghost power, accidentally becomes the strongest ghost/the new ghost king.

Please, he cheated on a standardized test by accidentally getting the answers (which is a classified government document). This is a very bad excuse for the darkest episode of this series.

-----

Vlad's redemption is marginally better. He was a more grounded character from the beginning. He is not a force of destruction, not a murderer (as in, he never actually killed someone even if he wants to kill Jack), his motive is something realistic, but taken to an extreme.

Still, I think his entire appeal is that he is a self-sabotaging tragic villain. He thinks he is a victim, and that prevents him from actually examining harms he has caused because he keeps justifying himself.

People actually taking a pity on him and want things to turn out better from him is missing the entire points. Vlad let one horrible disaster ruined his life because he victimizes himself, and he sees all of his atrocities justified, because he was wronged, by a mistake that Jack deeply regretted. No, he will not get better when good things come to his life because he is too busying wallowing in his self-pity.

He does not love Maddie, he loves the concept of him winning her over Jack. One episode, in which Danny created an alternate timeline where Vlad is married to Maddie. She would be happier with Jack, who shares and respects her ghost hunting passion.

Vlad could have a daughter who love him. If he treated Dani well, but it was clear that he is very manipulative and never really see her as a human. He wants Danny as a son, but not because he loves him. Danny is a status symbol for him.

That is the appeal of Vlad. Underneath all of his wealth, superior ghost powers, access to ancient ghost artefacts, political influence, and his cold-blooded cut-throat cunning; This meta human Lex Luther, is just a man child who refuse to grow the moment he was blasted in the college. That is why he is the opposite of the inexperienced Danny, hunted by hunter ghost Skulker and his ghost hunting parents alike, just a teenager who is considered a loser at his school, but his heart is good and true. Vlad spent his life using his ghost power to amass fortune and power, Danny stretches himself thin saving Amity Park.

As I said, I consider Vlad redemption to be better because he actually has a realistic epiphany. When he messed up so horribly, he stopped trying to pin blame on Jack and realize that he is a horrible person that drives everyone who love him away.

[blurmelonmilk]

My beloved by O.HW ~; | haewon

requested: no

protagonist: author!haewon ; fem!reader

genre: angst, slight fluff  TW: death; blood

Word Count: 808 words

________________________________________________________________

Haewon hurriedly grabbed her phone and laptop from her desk before heading to the front door, you quietly followed behind her making sure she does not fall from running around your shared apartment. Haewon looked at you before gaving you a small peck on the forehead, you softly smiled at her as you waved at her.

“good luck my love!” Haewon smiled as she watched the front door closed infront of her.

Haewon glanced at her watch before taking off to the bus stop, luckly for her the bus arrived at the same time as her, she boarded the bus before occupying an empty seat in the back. She closed her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves, she was meeting with a publisher who was interested in her story. This was Haewon’s most exciting and nerve-wrecking moment aside from when she first met you in the University library.

You were everything to Haewon.. her best friend, her lover. And she was your light in your darkest moments. Haewon would not even be herself if she lost you, she could not imagine what life would have been without you weren’t by her side, supporting and loving her.

Haewon looked out of the bus window watching as it drove past buildings and trees, before she could even realised she was closed to her destination. As she alighted the bus, as she was crossing the road, she quickly checked her bag making sure she didn’t forget anything. However, thats when she realised she had forgotten her thumb drive with all her work in it, she looked at her watch relieved to still have some time before her meeting so she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed your number.

Her phone rang for 5 seconds before she heard her lover’s sweet voice on the other side.

“hello?”

“jagi, i forgot my thumb drive, it’s the bear looking one... do you mind passing it to me? Im at the publishing company already, i hope im not troubling you.. i know you still have your assignments to do.” 

“not at all, i wouldn’t mind at all, just let me get my stuff.. i will see you in 10 minutes”

Haewon can’t help but smiled, how did she ever get so lucky with you. “thank you my love.” she said before hanging up the phone and looked around for a bench before walking to it. She sat down as she patiently waited for her lover to arrive.

10 Minutes have pass and there was still no sight of you, she sighed as she grabbed her phone to message you, thats when she heard her named being called. She looked up and there you were standing across the street.

“HAEWON!” you waved at her as you crossed the road.

Her face quickly lit up as she waited for you to cross the road.

“jagi- “

“BEEP BEEP”

Haewon’s eyes nervously looked at her lover’s still conscious body lying infront of her, she quickly ran to your side, she kneeled down as she shook your body.

“y/n?” she cried as she felt her tears roll down on to your body.

“y/n.. please stay with me..” Haewon held you in her arms as people started to gather around.

Haewon sliently sobbed outside of the emergency room with her hands stained with blood. She held her knees closed to her chest as she waited for you. She prayed that you will come back to her, she know you were a strong girl. However, she couldn’t shake of the feeling of losing you.

She blamed herself, if only she didn’t have forgotten her thumb drive this morning, you wouldn’t be in this state.

After what felt like hours to her, she heard footstep coming from the other side of the door, she quickly stood up as she waited for the doctor. As the doctor walked out, he removed his mask and asked.

“Are you Oh Y/n’s guardian?”

“Yes, Im her wife.”

“Mrs Oh, unfortunately she didn’t make it..” The doctor looked down as he felt guilty and helpless as he watched the girl break down infront of him.

“She lost too much blood on the way to the hospital, we did everything we could... Im sorry for your loss.” He bowed apologetically before giving haewon some alone time in the hallway.

The end...

Haewon closed her laptop as she sighed, she finally finished her story but she couldn’t help but miss you even after a years since your passing.

She packed her things making sure she did not forget anything for tomorrows meeting. Your shared apartment still felt as empty as ever. She laid down on your shared bed, she was hugging the teddy bear that you bought her for your first anniversary. She felt her eyes start to water as she closed her eyes before closing her eyes.

Note: its my first story, so i apologise if its not good :D

Should i do a prequel for when they first met? hm

Taglist: @the-roo-too​

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust 

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 6: I wanna do right by you

A/N: Thanks to @runa-falls for the song Rec for this chapter.

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 953

Rhoswen Sits with her head in her hands as she stares at the wall of the med bay. She gave up watching her mother’s vital signs and even Poe’s pacing got old eventually. It’s not like the wall was interesting, just constant. Unlike everything else in her life. She hates it. She looks over at Poe who had finally sat down for a minute. He looks like he might explode right there.

“Hey, deep breath alright? Finn and Rose have got this, they’ll come through.” She says as she tried to smile at him. He looks at her surprised.

“Are…you trying to be friendly with me?” He asks with a smirk.

“I’m just trying to keep your head on straight. Does neither of us any good if you fly off the handle, like you’re so prone to do.” They both chuckled at that. After a moment of quiet between them Poe scooted over to her and leans his chin on her shoulder, and for once she lets him have this contact

“Is the wall really that interesting?” He asks sarcastically

“No but I don’t know what else to do right now.” She replies

“You know, I only ever wanted to do right by you.” He said quietly.

“Yeah. I know. I just…nothing is the same as when we met. I’m sorry I can’t be the starry eyed hopeful I used to be.” She sighs and without really thinking she leans her head slightly on his.

“I don’t blame you, I’m not feeling very starry eyed right now.” He mumbles.

“I don’t think any of us do. This is one of the darkest days of the resistance.”

“At the rate we’re going it might be the last day of the resistance.”

“Now that’s dark.” She laughs slightly.

~

After a while they were sitting by Leia’s bedside, Rhoswen gently holding her mother’s frail hand. She was trying desperately to feel any spark of the hope her mother always seemed to project onto others, knowing that if Leia didn’t wake up, she was the last…she can’t think like that. She didn’t ever want to think that all the good in the Organa and Solo family lines rests in her hands. When Ben went to the dark side it ruined their family, neither she nor Leia could convince Han to stay, then when it became obvious the new republic wasn’t going to do what was needed, the resistance had to rise and that was Leia’s calling, and Rhoswen followed.

Poe looks over at her, her short red hair shines slightly in the ship light. She was the one woman he never wanted to be a one night stand, and yet here they were, so close together and yet a wall between them.

“So is there a reason You and Holdo don’t get along? I figured with her history with Leia you guys would be close.”

“She tried to convince Leia and Han to give me to another family, Said They barely had time for Ben, why take on more responsibility. They needed to focus on the New republic.  I was only two, But I still remember vividly her telling my mom and dad I should be sent somewhere else, be some other senators kid. Dad looked like he was gonna kill her.” She laughs.

“You were always a daddy’s girl huh?” Poe asks with a smile, slightly playing with the collar of her jacket as he stood next to her. It was Hans jacket, he thought it was sweet she always wore his old jacket. Her father may be gone, but he lived on in her. The same sass, the same smirk. She was her father’s daughter.

“Yeah, He was my world. He taught me to fly, taught me to shoot, he was everything to me.” She said softly and she squeezed Leia’s hand a little tighter. I still can’t believe he’s gone.” She starts to feel the tears coming to her eyes. Poe kneels down next to her and takes her hand. He feels like this is the closest they’ve been in a really long time. Like this is his last chance.

“I know, but he would be so proud of you Rho. He loved you to the ends of the galaxy.” He gently pushes a few strands of hair out of her face, she looks at him. Her emerald eye meet his smoky dark brown ones. She feels like she’s been an idiot this whole time, fighting the man who wanted so badly to do right by her. To take care of her after the worse day of her life, who despite every fight always came back trying to make things right.

“I…I don’t deserve you Poe. I fought you at every moment, I…I’ve lied to you, I’ve don’t things just to start fights with you…”

“Shh…hey it’s okay. I don’t care about that. I care about you. None of that matters” Poe runs his fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her. She instinctually leans into his hand as he does this, his eyes never leaving hers, their faces so close they could feel each other’s breath.

“I have to ask Poe, I know that before our night together there was a lot of talk about you…making your way around base.” She tried to tread the topic carefully knowing how the last time she had mention this hadn’t gone well.

“It…It never really meant anything. Yeah I slept around and I dated a little but, It was just…selfish…I was trying to prove to myself I didn’t need you. And I was wrong.” Before Rhoswen could respond they were interrupted by a commlink message from Lieutenant Connix.

“Captain Dameron, Captain Jewelace…we have a problem."

~

Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives

[aajjks]

sorry i’m late. today was…a day but hopefully, this part makes up for it 🩵

DHP!JK

your heart breaks as you listen to your husband. he’s so vulnerable and weak; so much has happened in one day. the funeral, sarang, and now mi-cha—it’s all piling on him, and when his back is against the wall, what more can he do besides eliminating the problem in his life? all your baby wants is peace of mind. his mind has been running since the day of ian’s death, and it hasn’t had rest since. you know, threatening to leave jungkook when he’s at his most vulnerable was the last thing he needed to hear, but after tonight, you’ve realized that his decisions could lead him to a very dark path that he’ll deeply regret, you know it.

in a way, you blame yourself for mi-cha’s betrayal. for years, you kept her at arm’s length (for a good reason), and the moment she got too close, she burned you, jungkook, and junseo. it’s just like jiyeon said: it all points back to you.

sarang was because of you.

mi-cha was because of you.

your poor husband is going crazy and feels suicidal because of you.

he’s not the poison, you are.

you poisoned him the moment you introduced yourself to him those years ago. you were never the antidote he thinks you are. you’re a cancer that spreads, and because you never have the guts or sense to leave, it never goes away. you both are so toxic for each other, but it never turned either of you away, it only made your love grow and grow and grow.

“i don’t think you’re a psycho, jungkook” you speak up. “i think you act on impulse instead of properly thinking it through. we both have that habit, honestly” you sigh as you think back to the time you beat sarang up at the party and almost had charges pressed against you for it.

impulsive, but she deserved it.

you take jungkook’s hands in yours and look into his teary, vulnerable eyes. “i’m so sorry this is happening to you—to us. you are and will always be the man i love. nothing will ever change that. i know so much shit is going on, but we can’t lose control like that. i never want us to feel unsafe with each other because you ARE my haven, baby. your arms around me is like the inhaler to my asthma. when you kiss me, i feel like i’m floating, and nobody will ever hurt me” you come closer. “so i get it. this shit is a fucking mess and makes you want to hurt any and everyone, but baby, you have to calm down. give your mind a break. i know you don’t want to be this person, baby, and i believe you. if nobody else does, i do. i’ll be right here changing with you and reminding you just how important you are to me. i’ll annoy the fuck out of you about it forever and don’t you DARE hurt yourself because you matter, jungkook. your existence matters”

“just because you did a bad thing, it doesn’t make you a bad person. you have a big heart, and you love hard. i understand you, baby, i see you. i. see. you.”

~🫧

Jungkook cries hard as he hears your words.

And before you can think he looks at you permission before he’s kissing your mouth like his life depends on it because you drive him crazy in the best way possible

You’re perfect for him because you understand the darkest parts of them and you know how to accept him as he is rather than trying to change him you’re just trying to improve him

And he appreciates your help so much because he knows deep down that he needs a lot of help. He’s not right in the head, especially these days.

He just came back from burying his brother 6 feet under, and he sees his stalker playing with his baby boy all because of your sister’s betrayal

What was he supposed to do?

The thing he was not supposed to do was to back hand you, and bust your lip with his wedding ring, which is the symbol of his commitment to you and his immense love to you

But he ended up, busting your lip and making you bleed.

“I love you so fucking much. I love you so much. You’re my entire life. I would do anything for you. I would ruin myself for you, but please don’t fucking leave me.” he begs against your lips.

His body temperature is burning right now because he’s got fever, but all he needs is your reassurance that you’re not gonna leave him.

But the more he stares at your busted lip the more he feels like he should be away from you because he ended up physically hurting you.

“Y-Yn please let’s go to the bedroom. Let me fix your lip properly. I promise.” he gets up on his shaky legs and helps you get up as well.

He spares one last glance into your sleeping son’s crib before he’s taking you upstairs, even though he’s so weak right now, he decides to pick you up bridal style and walks onto the stairs.

He closes the door to your bedroom as soon as you reach it and gently puts you down onto the bed so you can sit down.

And then he’s going into your bathroom to search for an ointment, it’s not like it’s gonna make it any better, but he doesn’t want you to be in too much pain, especially because of him

But he should’ve thought about it before he decided to smack you unknowingly, but he still did it.

After applying the ointment on your lip, he kisses it again and again, and as he does so he cannot stop crying because he’s the reason it’s busted.

These lips of yours were made to be kissed by him, not to get busted by him

But after your reassurance and your sweet words, he decides to change his clothes and take a shower, as soon as he gets into the shower, he slides down the wall and cries his eyes out

He’s so exhausted.

But he cannot put all of his burden on you. He’s already burdened you enough.

After 30 minutes, he finally emerges back from the shower and put on his sweatpants before he’s jumping onto the bed, as soon as his head hits his pillow, he sighs in relief

“Yn come cuddle me, please?… if you want to.” he slyly asks.

He’s not sure if you want to touch him right now and he understands, but he desperately needs your cuddles too. Why is he so selfish?

Jungkook moves his head so his cheek is pressing against his pillow, he tries to relax but then, as you climb onto the bed next to him, he notices something sticky.

His pillow is really sticky.

“Ew what the fuck? Yn my pillow is so fucking sticky.”

[fallen-angel-with-broken-halo]

Mild spoiler warning for the movie Longlegs!

Fear is many things. It's individual to everyone. Every single person experiences the feeling slightly differently at any given time. Whether it's looking over your shoulder because you feel something staring, jumping up in your seat because of a jumpscare, putting on the nightlight because you can swear you see something in the shadows. The younger you are, the stronger the fears. They're all you can focus on in the moment. You don't have a thousand things running in the back of your head. You're stuck in the moment and feel dread as you hear laughter when there's not supposed to be one. Someone knocks on the door. You weren't supposed to have visitors. The church brings you a gift. They will watch.

Longlegs is in no way a perfect movie. The plot is at times on the nose. Some things are extremely predictable. There are even some plot holes you have to fill in yourself. But one can not deny the almost childish in nature fear that overwhelms the protagonist. Stuck hearing only her own breathing, pointing a gun at something that might not even be there. The way the movie was shot gives you a constant feeling of missing something, not seeing everything. As if the fixed camera was limiting instead of showing. And that's the point. She only sees what they want her to see.

Someone is watching. The man down below. He doesn't leave, and he comes back as often as he wants. Happy birthday. Ave Satanas.

The sixth circle of Hell - heresy. She never saw the point in praying. She had already seen too much. But that's the truth. Prayers don't really help after all if the deeds are to blamed on a man, screaming so loud in whimsy and agony that your blood runs cold. Is it at that point fear? Or are you still just tense? Is it still hysterical, or are you terrified? At which point does a fight for your own freedom become a danger to that of others? At which point does protecting someone drive you to insanity? At which point does the accomplice become the perpetrator? At which point does the victim become the blamed? Gathering every single thing, nothing ever thrown out, every single memory that we blocked out immortalised in the physical. The bugs and maggots and snakes crawl out of the basement. Will you descend to the darkest pits of Hell and see a man or a monster?

[her-devils-advocate]

Snippets from a domestic summer. (Part 1)

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Nate Sewell / Female Detective (Named)

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: I have really been wanting to do a small-ish fic where its just Nate and my detective having purple tongues, despite having a red and blue iced slushy to themselves.

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47590726/chapters/119943328

♥. Word count: 1,644

Nate and Valerie walk hand in hand, the midday sun glaring down on them as the birds overhead swoop and soar, doing their best to scout for lunch that could be plucked out of the hands of an unexpecting victim. 

The gentle breeze catches the ends of his dark hair, now much longer than when she had first met him, causing the styled back strands to flutter behind him. Further convincing her that he would make a more than decent supermodel if he were to ever get bored of the agent life. Her own hair behaving far less well in the breeze, the strands which had broken loose from her braid are now flying around her face far less gracefully than she would like. She can only hope that the olive green summer dress, which had been dragged out from the dark corner of her wardrobe, has more decorum.

The duo slowly make their way to Haley's bakery, eager to try the new summer menu that she had been excitedly discussing all spring. The two of them needed very little convincing to try her new line of slushies, anything to get some relief after a day braving the unusually high temperatures overtaking Wayhaven as of late, something Mason had yet to stop grumbling about from the safety of the darkest and coldest shadow in the warehouse.

"How are you holding up?" She tilts her head up to look him over, checking for any signs of discomfort, only to be met with a smile so bright that it could put the sun to shame.

"I'm alright, very hot but it's worth the time spent if it means I get to be in your company." He smirks down at her before a serious expression takes over his features. "Though I'm more worried about you getting burnt. You didn't put on any sun cream before we left."

"I'll be fine, we’re almost there so we won't be out here for much longer! By the time we start heading back home to the warehouse, it will be much cooler." She gives a light-hearted roll of her eyes at his worry, missing the way he beams down at her, pure adoration shining in his eyes.

"You said 'home'."

Her face grows hot, hoping that it isn’t too late to take her words back and blame the growing blush on a sunburn. 

"I guess I did say that, didn’t I? It would make sense that I consider that place a home now, especially with how often I'm there and all." 

“It warms my heart to hear that.” He brings their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of hers before dropping them once more in favour of swinging them as they walk, earning him multiple giggles from the woman beside him as he does.

They fall into a comfortable quiet as they finish the journey to the bakery, making sure to walk within the cool shade whenever they get the chance. The closer they get, the stronger the enticing scent of freshly baked bread becomes as it flows out to greet them.

The small bell above the door chimes as Nate opens it, gesturing for Val to enter first with a grin. As they enter the brightly lit bakery, the duo is instantly greeted by the ever cheerful Haley, watching them with a fond, knowing smile.

“Good evening Val, Agent Sewell! Here to try my newest menu?” Her light voice glides through the stifling heat, earning her a small wave from the detective. 

“Hey Haley, when we heard that those slushies were finally available, we found it hard to stay away. Especially before we melted under that sun!”

Haley chuckles as she takes their orders, one strawberry and one blueberry. She lingers in front of the fan carefully perched upon a stool behind the counter for a moment before moving to make the drinks, humming a bright tune as she does. 

While waiting for the order, Nate idly plays with Val’s hands. He traces light patterns upon the backs of them before his hand begins to wander up her arms, causing a flurry of chills to shoot throughout her as she gently swats at his own arm.

They collect their drinks, giving their thanks to Haley as they reluctantly leave their own spot within the fans' range, mentally preparing themselves to brave the sun once more.

“At least we now have something to help cool us down.” As if to emphasise her point, Val stops sipping at her strawberry flavoured slushy in favour of pressing it against her forehead, sighing as the cold temperature brings relief to her burning skin. 

Nate, on the other hand, is much more focused on the way the condensation of the drink slides onto her skin, before travelling down her cheek and dropping to continue its journey across her neck. His eyes narrow onto the rogue drop of water as he takes a sip of his own blueberry slushy, hoping to distract himself from the urge to kiss it away.

Noticing the intense gaze aimed towards her, she flashes him a playful smirk before joining their hands together once more. Dragging him back in the direction of the warehouse before the others send out a search party to ruin their fun, under the guise of not wanting them to forget about the “very important” meeting taking place that evening with Agent Michaelis.

By the time they reach the forest where the team resides within, the scorching sun had begun to set, letting the temperature cool as their drinks begin to grow warm. With a sad sigh, Val wiggles her straw around, trying to find remnants of ice within the bright red liquid as she looks up at him with a faux pout.

“It melted…” 

“Yes, love. Ice tends to do that.” He tries to stifle a chuckle as he takes another sip of his drink, grimacing at the much warmer temperature which brings out the artificial flavouring that the ice had masked. 

Abandoning his drink, he smirks down at her as an idea crosses his mind. He slowly backs her up against a tree as she raises an eyebrow up at him, happily following his lead. Part curious, part excited by the look that had been shining within his eyes the moment they had left the bakery.

Before she gets the chance to open her mouth to question him, he pulls her close, trailing soft kisses across her jaw, prompting a breathy laugh from the woman as his light stubble tickles her in the process. He raises his arms to wrap around her as she melts into his touch with a sigh. With one slender finger, he tilts her head up so that his lips could finally meet hers. 

His free hand rests dangerously low on her back as she moans into the kiss, bringing her own hand to tangle within his hair and granting him access as his tongue collides with hers, sending a shockingly strong flutter to her heart, a flutter she will never get used to, no matter how many kisses they share.

He hums against her as she tries to press herself even closer to him, only to reluctantly pull away as their phones both begin to buzz within his pockets. Not even needing to check the messages to know the contents and their sender.

Val rises onto the tips of her toes with a chuckle, carefully stroking back his soft strands of hair which she had caused to become dishevelled, trying to gain some composure herself before they attend the meeting that they were now fashionably late for.

Unit Bravo are scattered around the living room, Mason impatiently tapping at his phone while Adam continues to glare at the door, as if it could summon the tardy members. Felix begins to whistle a cheerful tune, only to be silenced by the flying pillow sent his way by the less-than-thrilled Mason, his phone abandoned as his lighter takes its place within his hands.

Rebecca lets out a long sigh before turning to the Unit Leader, her eyebrows pulling together as she checks her watch. Before she gets the chance to comment on the time, the door swings open.

“About fucking time.” Mason huffs, tendrils of smoke punctuating his annoyance as he does.

The couple both flash the group an apologetic smile before Val turns to playfully stick her tongue out at Mason, earning her a scoff of laughter from the vampire and an eye roll from Rebecca, less than amused by her daughter's behaviour as she tries to ignore the growing nostalgia that the sight causes. Adam bristles for a moment, glancing warily between the pair as Felix’s natural smile grows into a full blown smirk. 

He slides up between the two, throwing his arms over their shoulders as he looks down at the drinks in their hands, ignoring the confused glances being thrown at him from around the room.

“Sooo…wanna explain why your tongue is purple despite the red drink in your hand, Val?”

The room falls silent, all eyes falling onto the trio still standing in the doorway as Nate shoots Felix a pleading look, hoping to silence any more highly unneeded comments made at their expense. Not caring for his pleas, Mason takes advantage of the silence before Felix has the chance.

“Looks like it pairs perfectly with the blue drink in Nate’s hand.” He shrugs half-heartedly at them. “Doesn’t take much to figure out the reason for your lateness.”

Two, perfectly matching exasperated sighs interrupt any further comments as Rebecca loudly drops the files onto the dark wood of the coffee table, a frown on her face despite the amusement that shines in her icy blue eyes. “Now that we are all here, can we please get on with the meeting?”