#dutiful daughter sue

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˚⁀➷｡˚ KINSLAYER ━━━ AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM! READER

part two.

synopsis: rhaenyra’s daughter seeks revenge for the death of her beloved younger brother lucerys velaryon. and what better way to gain it, than from the man she was once betrothed to.

notes: did i steal daemon’s plot? yes. did the reader do it better? also yes. fuck aemond targaryen (who is 22 here) for killing lucerys fr, and fuck tumblr for making me repost this bc they shadowbanned me :(

warnings: reader is rhaenyra’s daughter, angst, violence, mention of blood, future hotd spoiler (battle above the gods eye)

word count: 3.9k

ONCE UPON A TIME YOU HAD THOUGHT YOU HAD KNOWN WHAT LOVE HAD FELT LIKE. being betrothed to none over than aemond targaryen in an attempt to ensure peace between the divided targaryen house, had gave you a sense of hope. the childish crush you had on the one-eyed prince had long exceeded into your adulthood (unbeknownst to you for a long while). and the news that you were to be married to the man you had felt so deeply for, had you thanking the gods that you were to be so lucky. 

for much of your adulthood, you denied the feelings you had for aemond. brushing the giddiness you felt when you were younger off as a fleeting childhood crush. now, the crimson paint that adorned your cheeks you put down to a sense of duty; you had to act the blushing bride in order to do your part for the realm. your mother's constant reminders that it was you who could maintain the peace between dragons, made you believe it was a sense of duty to your house; to prevent the bloodshed and the path to destruction that would follow if blood was spilt. as time went on, you begrudgingly admitted to yourself that maybe, just maybe, the small minuscule crush you had on the prince, in fact never left. you often reflected on the times where you had lived in king's landing with your family, often choosing to spend time with the second son of the king. you two were inseparable, where aemond went you were sure to not be too far behind. often, challenging each other on who would learn the most high valyrian words in a day, and who would learn the history of their ancestors first. it was a match the gods intended.

however, this sue for peace had crumbled completely. only a mere memory in your mind of what could have been if the targayren house was not so ignorant to the fact that women had much of a right to ascend the throne (you had king jaehaerys to uphold much of the blame for this decision). and now, the house was at war with one another. the dance of the dragons was surely to follow, leaving nothing but war across the realm and your poor broken heart.

the death of your brother lucerys did not seem to help with the feeling of heartbreak that effected life upon dragonstone. you spent many days and nights cooped up in your chambers. there was no one to turn too. yes, you sought comfort with your mother but she too was a shell of her former self. with jacaerys many miles north in winterfell, and your husband the murderer of such an innocent boy, you were left with nothing but your own reckless thoughts. as the sun rose in the east and set in the west day after day, your pain and suffering festered into a new, dark feeling within you. the sadness within was replaced with a craving of utter revenge. the lovesick girl, eyes wide with care and awe was shattered, replaced by a woman no, a dragon, who would go to any means to avenge the cruel death of her sweet younger brother. the love you had felt for the man you once were engaged to disappeared the moment you had learnt what he done; marring any chances at evading the war that was surely to follow. you swore to seek revenge with fire and blood. in whatever means the gods meant it to happen. 

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the small council met as the sun lays lazily high in the sky, providing the normally dark and gloomy room with a sliver of light that is often uncommon on the island of dragonstone home to dreary weather most of the time. you welcome the sun in all its glory, soaking it in as you stand next to your brother jacaerys as you listen to the squabbles between the men as they discuss the course of action to take next. small crescents dawned under your eyes, reflecting the many sleepless nights you have come to known. the tiredness you feel currently now and all throughout the days since luke's passing has become an old friend to you, one that is begrudging to leave. you tune out, the effects of another sleepless night and your lack of interest in the bickering that is beginning to fester amongst the lords and your mother is boring you. instead, your eyes are captured by the ball of fire that lay millions of miles away. you weren't all that religious, if it came down to it you preferred the valyrian or old gods in favour of the seven. but there was no doubt the glistening embers that rained upon the room was a good omen. you were sure lucerys was looking down upon you, he adored the few sunny days on dragonstone, and this brought a small smile to your face. 

you hadn't realised just how deep in thought you were until your brothers voice broke you out of whatever hazy trance you were. despite tuning out, you had gathered the basics of the discussion - ser criston cole had set his eyes on rooks rest, and a dragon was needed to defend the castle. jacaerys' proposition to fly vermax was quickly shut down by your mother, deeming the boy as too inexperienced in battle and the dragon too young. 

"i will go." 

the words escaped your lips before you even had a chance to think them through properly. the feeling of revenge running through your veins was more than enough to spark this confident outburst. it had to be you who would go to rooks rest. you did not understand why this feeling was so apparent, whether it be the good omen in the sky, or the smile that had graced your lips for the first time in many moons at the thought of your brother being the one who sent it. but the need to take seat upon your dragon silverwing and fly to rooks rest settled in your soul as a desire you needed to fulfil. you knew immediately your mother would never agree to this, already refusing jacaerys to go meant there was absolutely no possibility she would let you go. 

"no. you too lack the experience that is needed in battle. i will not lose another child to this war." rhaenyra's voice trembled slightly with the mentioning of lucerys but she held strong with her decision to not let either of her elder children fly to battle. the mentioning of luke only feeding the fire in your blood, the need to seek revenge for his passing. 

looking up at your mother, you knew she had understood this as it was plainly evident on your face. alas, rhaenyra could not deny you had your mother's stubbornness and your father's strength. "mother, the entire council knows it is far too dangerous to risk the lives of both you and jace. queen and heir. send me, your grace. silverwing is used to battle and if war and bloodshed is sure to follow with the greens still bot bending the knee to you, then we must become acquainted with it." 

her eyes softened as she gazed upon yours, you reminded her so much of herself in her youth. the fire that burned within you mirrored that of hers. the want to prove yourself as more as weak was apparent, when many men had deemed you fragile due to the gender you were born as, you felt the urge to prove them wrong, just as your mother had felt, still feels with the many lords at the council who still see her as the weaker sex. she knew you were going to fly to battle whether she permitted you leave or not. and with a slight of her head you knew her answer. her lilac eyes gazing into yours with such intensity you knew the message conveyed. be safe, sweet girl.

another voice a the council spoke up, one you weren't expecting to hear. your grandmother, rhaenys. "you must send me as well, your grace. meleys is no stranger to battle, like silverwing. two dragons will be better than one, if the greens decide to also send a dragon to battle."

you were shocked that your grandmother was to fight so willingly for your mother's claim to the throne but yet, the more you pondered the less surprised you were. she too was a woman who should have ascended the throne, the queen who never was, yet king jaehaerys passed over her claim as a count of being weak as she was a woman. gods you hated the man sometimes. 

you were no stranger to the care of your grandmother. she knew straight away that her son was not actually your father, you were born a bastard, fathered to ser harwin strong yet she loved you nevertheless. just as coryls velaryon had favoured young luke, rhaenys, favoured you. your dark her reminded her much of her mother jocelyn baratheon and the way in which you clung to her as a child reminded her so much of leanor. she had grown to love you as you her, and refused to see you alone on the battlefield. 

"come granddaughter, we have much to prepare." rhaenys spoke softly as your mother dismissed the council, guiding you with her hand on the small of your back. giving one last nod to your mother, you notice the look of such fierce love in her. the promise of suffering she would bring if you were hurt. yet, the only thing rhaeynra could do now is pray to the gods above that her only girl would return to her safely. and by the gods she did.

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silverwing was just as mesmerising as the day you claimed her at the tender age of  ten and three. her silvery scales often reminded you of the stars that hung from the sky. glistening intently as you often sat at your window deep in thought. such a docile creature, you could not help but fall in love with her kind nature; a dragon who was most friendly to strangers. as you approached her now a small smile once again graced your lips. the she dragon bent down to greet you, pressing her snout to your hand in a sign of understanding. the intelligence of the dragon was also something that had drawn you to her, she was able to sense every emotion you felt. she had known you were grieving and did not hold it against you that you had neglected to visit her. instead, she blew smoke from her nostrils, and you could have sworn she wore a toothy grin. silverwing was glad you had returned to her. 

flying your dragon had somewhat eased the dull ache that seemed to have made a permanent home in your heart. the ocean beneath you and the wind in your hair brought a sense of relief. this was home. you had miss flying your dragon across the realm, watching as the landscape beneath you changed from countryside, to villages, to oceans and to cities. it was freeing. as fast as she was, silverwing was no match for the speed in which meleys, your grandmother's dragon, flew. as she soared effortlessly through the sky, your dragon tried her hardest to keep up. 

"don't push yourself silverwing. meleys is a fast dragon. " you uttered calmingly to your dragon in high valyrian, stroking her scales softly in a show of comfort. oh how you missed speaking the language too. "calm my sweet girl, it will be okay."

as you finally caught up to rhaenys, the two dragons held pace with one another as you surveyed the fields below. ser criston cole's army had been spotted approaching rooks rest. the elder women held your eyes. a message passing through the two of you to get this done as quickly as possible. and with a cry, meleys delved to the army, silverwing not far behind her

a mix of anxiety and adrenaline coursed through your veins. you were petrified at failing the mission and returning to your mother's disappointed face with the castle in the hands of the greens. yet the pure adrenaline of gaining your revenge from those who supported the man who usurped your mother's throne and took your brother urged you to keep going "attack silverwing." you called out causing the dragon to plummet to the ground to attack those below.

the field that was once riddled with soldiers was now nothing but flame and smoke. red heat from the lips of your dragon had engulfed almost the entirety of the battlefield. the flames below you were nothing of the flickering of the candles in dragonstone that brought you comfort. no, the flames you caused mirrored the emotion inside, the intensity of the anger you felt, the betrayal from the man you once loved to cause this amount of pain. 

a sound you had not heard in a long time broke you out of your rage induced comatose. you froze, the greens had come for you. looking up, you recognised the gleaming golden dragon belonging to the usurper king aegon. sunfyre. your anger had only intensified at the man willing himself to fight against you and your grandmother. doubling around the castle, silverwing dipped her sharpened claws into the ocean's water, ensuring a clean cut against sunfyre before rising above the cliffs face, ready for battle. he was no match for that of silverwing and meleys.

despite the adrenaline within, you could not help but worry for your grandmother, as you watched the flames engulf both her and aegon as the dance begun. the women held a dear place in your heart and the image of her being hurt was enough to push you to attack the sun kissed dragon. flying to meet your grandmother, silverwing allowed herself to flip and glide between the flames aimed at you both. the bellows of aegon left a satisfying smirk upon your lips as meleys claws took hold within the belly of the enemy dragon, as you willed silverwing to attack the dragon's wings from above. clawing and scratching at sunfyre, silverwing and meleys both have seemed to have done immense damage to the golden beauty. chunks of the dragons wings had been ripped out and cuts adorned her body, red blood oozing out of her scales. the final blow had been dealt by your grandmother, yet war was far from over as a sickening roar had been heard beyond the trees.

aemond taragaryen had come out to play.

your breath hitched, letting you only to take only shallow breathes as vhagar descended from the trees. you tried to be brave, tried to hold back the tears that were evident in your glassy eyes yet you couldn't. tear drops sprung like rivers cascading down your terror-stricken face as you saw the shining silver hair of the man who had once been the love of your life, and subsequently the reasoning behind all your pain. wrapping the leather reigns that kept you in control of your dragon, you urged her to continue flying around rooks rest. the wind blew harshly as you circled the ashy landscape, drying your tears and making whatever was left stick to your reddened face. as vhagar descended upon the battle in the sky,  hought's swam through your head as you shouted at your dragon to attack, you wished away all feelings of dread. 

in that sliver of calm, you could not help but feel drawn to the sun as it had once again graced you with its appearance. and with lucerys velaryon looking down on you, you knew the gods wanted you to have your revenge in that moment. they had brought aemond to the battle for a reason after all.

flying up to sit side by side with rhaenys, you allowed the hatred in your heart to take over. the fire in your blood burned at the audacity for aemond to dare show his face after all that he had done. 

"it has to be me grandmother." you shouted over the howling winds in high valyrian. the distaste within had spoken clearly, it had to be you who destroyed the man in front of you. you knew rhaneys understood that, but you also knew she carried the same stubborn nature that all targaryen's had come to possess. plowing into vhagar first, it was obvious she was no match for the queen of dragons. sending waves of fire to the boy riding her, melyes took the moment of distraction to tear at the beast's stomach. 

unbeknownst to you, sunfyre had risen again at the sound of vhagar's approach. seeing the flame grown in the dragon's mouth, rhaneys abandoned the attack on the larger dragon, instead focusing on the dragon mere inches from you. ambushing her from the side, meleys' jaws clamp around the neck of the usurper's dragon. in a state of shock, you forced silverwing to the side, gratefulness gracing your features at your saviour. 

nonetheless, it was plain to see that both meleys and silverwing did not hold enough power to over through the two dragon's that had come to fight. with rhaenys preoccupied with the second coming of sunfyre and aegon, it had left you with the battled against  vhagar. having lived centuries you knew that you were no match for her. she had helped with aegon the conqueror's conquest and that alone had gained her much more experience in battle than your dragon would ever come to know.

reality kicked in like a knife to your stomach. understanding what you had to do sent shivers down your spine, but there was no other way.  to kill the dragon you must kill the rider. 

your mind flickered back to the many moments you had spent with aemond over the years. sneaking into one another's chambers at night to tell stories you have read in history books. the days spent in the garden giggling at the idiocy of your family. and as the two of you got older, you recounted the longing gazes in one another's directions, the stammering and blush that rose to your cheeks anytime he was near. the brushing of limbs at the feast as your grandsire had announced the betrothal. 

none of that mattered now. he had made his choice when he decided to slay his kin and you had made yours. 

gazing upon silverwing properly for the last time you spoke quietly "forgive me, comfort my mother when i am gone. i beg of you." the silver beauty squeaked in return, a note of sadness in her tone. she would miss you just as much as she missed queen alyssane, but she would honour your choice gallantly. "fly back to dragonstone when i am gone. i do not wish you to suffer the same fate, my love."

with your mind made up, you willed your dragon to fly to meet aemond and vhagar taking in a shaky breathe as you did. as silverwing glided through the air, her claw's tore through vhagar. nevertheless, the silver beauty had barely left any damage. vhagar's thick skin was almost impenetrable, only small surface wound were left behind from the attacks you inflicted on her. the only thing that kept you alive was your dragon's ability to stray so close to vhagar yet slip effortlessly beyond her reach whenever her jaws made an attempt to kill you both. 

allowing silverwing to deal with vhagar, meant that you were left to deal with her rider; your glassy eyes never leaving  the man who had caused you such suffering. he had grown you noted, his cheeks now hollowed out as if he has been struggling to eat, a dark crescent clear under his one good eye. the hate in your heart weakened, you had almost felt an ounce of sympathy at his obviously heartbroken state. you wondered if he had regretted his actions; had regretted pushing you away. you wondered if he blamed himself for what had happened that night, if he had really meant to kill luke on purpose. but you also knew you would wonder these things for the rest of your life if you let him live. no matter how much remorse he truly felt within you could never forget his actions, the way in which he took pride in what he did, bragging about being the first to spill blood in this horrific war. and that was enough for you to keep fighting.

pulling away from vhagar for a final time, you flew back around the castle unstrapping the saddle you had on silverwing, tossing it to the wind. unstrapping the sword, daemon had given you from your twentieth name day, you held it in your palm with such force that your knuckles began to whiten. as silverwing set her sights on vhagar once more, a final sound of pain came from your dragon as she knew what you had planned to do. knowing there was no way in changing your mind she flew above the dragon and its rider, positioning you perfectly in what you aimed to do. 

holding onto one of the many talons in her back, you allowed yourself to stand upon your dragon's back, the sword still tight in your hand. your eyes had never left that of the icy lilac that sat below you. the mix of fear and understanding stood in his, as he knew what you were about to do a second too late. the shock of realisation came as he tried to unfasten the straps that kept him tied to vhagar. she was too big of a dragon to move in time for what you were about to bestow upon the targaryen prince, and it was too high of a jump for him to survive.  

jumping from your dragon's back you let your mind to once again reflect all the love you had for aemond taragaryen. allowing yourself to find comfort in the fact that you had known love in your lifetime.

and as you drew the sword through him, you felt no remorse. a debt had been payed. revenge had been served. for luke.

but, there was no escaping the torment your heart inflicted upon you in the moment your sword pierced his only good eye. you had thought aemond would hold loathing at what you had done in his final moments, but all he felt was abhorrence for himself. driving you to the point of sorrow and grief where you had felt like you could do nothing more than seek revenge for what he had done. whispering a soft "i love you'' before you had pierced him, gave you the closure you had needed. those three words had answered all the questions that had played over and over in your mind, running rampant through your darkest hours.

the history books recalled that you had died peacefully with no call of a dragon to save you. you had plummeted to the ground with the man you had loved, knowing you had avenged your sweet innocent brother lucerys and had come to learn aemond had regretted his actions dearly. this was truly enough for you to die happily. and that you did.

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 -

— : [ nsfw ] yakuza boss toji, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, pet names, fluff (he’s very ooc with reader, sue me) + breeding kink and mentions of pregnancy

— : wc : 1.9k

when you were first introduced to the zenin clan, you were shy. your father and the head of the zenin family were close, the alliance going as far back to the early 1920’s.

you didn’t ask any questions and like the good and dutiful daughter you were, accepted from the age of 16 that you would be married into their family. you didn’t have any complaints, your parents and older brothers and sisters were always good to you and you felt honoured that your father had chosen you and not one of your sisters.

now, at 23, you were to be married to one of the sons who would rightfully take over the family business as soon as his grandfather passed on.

toji zenin

just looking at him made you squirm. he was big and intimidating and his smile made you feel like he was in on a joke that you didn’t get. still, he was beyond handsome so you had no complaints.

he was always soft with you, different from how aggressive you’ve seen him be to just about anyone else.

“come sit with me baby” he chuckles, watching you leaning awkwardly against the door to his private home office.

“are you busy?” you ask, walking around the large desk to stand next to his chair.

“never too busy for my wife” he smirks, pulling you to sit on his lap. he kisses your temple and then your cheek as he wraps his arm around you.

you can tell that he is actually busy. he has his laptop open and there are stacks of money packed in neat piles on the floor next to his desk.

“couldn’t sleep?” he asks, rubbing your arms softly. it wasn’t necessarily cold in his office but it was cold in the house and the big bed felt empty without your husband.

“not without you” you admit and he laughs. it’s not to mock you, he never makes you feel stupid for your feelings despite everyone telling you how mean and rude he was. you didn’t care, he treated you just fine.

“i’m sorry sweetheart” he sighs, “i’m almost done here”

“toji…” you say, trailing off. you’ve been thinking about this for a month now and you weren’t sure if he was just being nice or if he was just keeping you around to save face.

“what is it?” he asks, turning his laptop off to give you his full attention. he did feel bad for not sleeping with you but he was a busy man and he was still a newlywed. he wasn’t sure how to handle these things all at once.

“i just… do you not want me?” you ask, frowning slightly. you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you were married after all and he hadn’t even…

“what, where is this coming from?” he asks and he seems confused. he turns you in his lap so he can see your face. you really were so cute when you looked so shy.

“you haven’t tried to touch me” you pout, “i know you’re far more experienced than i am but i thought you’d —”

“y/n” he cuts you off, cupping your face gently, “i’ve wanted to fuck you since we were teens”

“hey!”

he laughs, kissing you. you really were the sweetest thing.

“i know you’re a virgin, i would never want to force you into anything unless you’re ready” he says, “and besides”

you look into his eyes and he’s smirking again.

“i’m big, i don’t wanna hurt you” he’s so smug and you’d slap him if you weren’t interested in finding out just how big.

you squirm in his lap, moving your hips against him and he grabs your waist.

“watch it” he narrows his eyes, “i’ll take that as an invitation”

“take me to bed toji-san” you flatter your pretty lashes at him and his jaw clenches. he really couldn’t give a fuck about finishing any work tonight.

“mark your words baby” he warns, scooping you up and heading towards your bedroom.

you kiss his neck, sucking marks into it. you weren’t always like this but you’ve seen the way people look at him and even though he was all yours, you had no problem reminding them that toji was a married man. he was off the market. he was yours.

he grins, titling his head to the side to give you more access and you moan, biting down. he grunts, slapping your ass before laying you down gently on your expensive silk sheets.

“i didn’t know my wife was so slutty” he scoffs, pulling his sweater off in one swift motion. the way he looks standing over you, big and bulky has you squeezing your thighs together.

he licks his lips, pulling your legs apart and leaning down to kiss the inside of your thighs.

“let me get you nice and ready for me yeah?” he bites your thigh in retaliation from your own marking and you gasp, legs falling open wider.

your pretty silk panties are damp and he looks up at you with a smirk.

“that excited for me already baby?” he teases, just to see you try to cover your pretty face with your pillow.

he kisses the inside of your thighs, watching as goosebumps arise. you were so sensitive and he liked that a lot about you. he reaches up to pull your panties down, groaning at the sight of your pretty pussy glistening with your arousal.

you knew you were pretty, you’ve never doubted that but the way he looks at you, makes you feel so beautiful. you think your parents made the right choice when it came to toji.

he kisses your clit, earning a soft whimper from you. flattening his tongue against your pussy, he licks a long stripe from your slit to your clit, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud as he slips a wet finger into your tight pussy.

his thick finger feels different from your own but it’s still so good, so much better than you even imagined and you find yourself moaning louder for him, grinding your pussy against his face.

he grins, adding another finger before scissoring you open. it hurts just a little but you don’t want him to stop, the pain doing nothing to stop the tingling sensation you’re feeling all over your body.

“feels good baby?” he asks, licking his lips as he watches you fall apart beneath him. it’s so sexy, the way you squeeze and pinch your nipples.

you look so disheveled and fucked out and it’s all for him. he feels his cock throb and twitch knowing he will be the only person to ever see you like this.

“i’m ready for you” you whine, “please, i want it”

he’s too weak to deny you anything and it should scare him but he can’t help the chuckle that leaves his mouth. a sweet thing like you had him wrapped around your finger and you probably didn’t even know that yet.

he strokes his cock a little, watching your eyes widen when you see just how big he is. you’ve never had sex before but you weren’t exactly innocent. you’ve seen porn and his dick was a lot bigger than the ones you used to see on your screen.

it has you unconsciously closing your legs.

“don’t hide from me sweetheart” he grins, “it’s all yours you know?”

he’s teasing you but he wasn’t wrong. all of toji belonged to you in the same way you were his.

he’s careful when he rubs his thick and veiny cock through your folds. you’re so wet and it helps ease the tension he felt. he would never hurt you unless you asked him to. he would do whatever you wanted.

“ready?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips as he leans down to kiss you softly.

“yeah” you gasp, “want you”

you’ve wanted him since you learned what it was like to please yourself. a silly teenager who didn’t know the first thing about sex aside from what you were taught.

he takes his time, pressing into you. the stretch shocks you and it’s almost enough to distract you from the pain but it does hurt. when his tip pops through, you cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

he kisses you gently, whispering praises as he slowly bottoms out. his eyes widen when he looks down and sees the blood. he’s about to pull out when you wrap around legs around him.

he can see you crying but you’re also smiling. he knows it must feel uncomfortable for you but he mirrors your sweet smile.

“you’re so big” you moan, moving your hips on your own and he bites the inside of his mouth. you’re so wet and tight and your velvety walls welcome him home like he belongs.

“don’t” he groans, “please baby, i need a moment”

he slides out slowly, watching your face for any discomfort. he knows how big he is, he’s always taken pride in his body and he can’t help but feel smug about your moans and whines.

he moans, thrusting back into you. he knew it would feel good but this is nothing like he could ever imagine. he doesn’t want to think about the women he’s been with before you.

he was arrogant when he was younger, refusing to get married to you or waiting. he feels like a piece of shit whenever he thinks about you and how loyal you’ve been, despite his reluctance in the beginning.

“more” you beg, gripping his bicep with the hand that wasn’t gripping the sheets below you. your nails make crescent moons in his skin and he knows it’ll leave marks. he hopes it bleeds too, he wants to feel you all over.

he picks up his pace, enjoying the way your moans get louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud and he wonders if everyone in the house can hear you. he hopes so. you sounded so pretty, he would never get enough of you.

“i love you” he gasps, leaning down to kiss you. he feels you smile against his lips before you wrap your arms around his neck.

he slows down and he almost regrets it. he’s so close to busting his load when he hears you whine and then, “put a baby in me” you say, “fuck me full of your cum toji-san”

he bites your shoulder. he really needs to calm the fuck down. everything is so overwhelming and you’re just so perfect it makes him nervous.

he would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about it. he’s fucked his fist to the idea of breeding you, stuffing your pussy with his cum until it leaks out but he wouldn’t stop, he’d keep going until you passed out.

“y/n” he warns, feeling your clench around him. you were playing a dangerous game and you clearly knew that. perhaps you did know the power you had over him.

“i want your cum” you plead, kissing his jaw and then his cheek, whispering right into his ear, “i wanna feel you for days, please”

he’ll make you regret messing with him like this.

“safe word” he whispers and he’s not sure why he’s even surprised when you don’t look confused or surprised. you smile so sweetly and oh so innocently up at him when you say,

“sōko”

[vaggietheangel]

Chaggie wedding 💓

All images found on Pinterest

Charlie proposed to Vaggie after taking her out to a very fancy restaurant. She waited until they got home as Vaggie is a pretty private person. This is the ring sue got her.

They got married in one of the palace ball rooms. The reception was held in the hotels garden.

Lucifer wanted to officiate the wedding, but he kept crying happy tears during the rehearsal. So Husk stepped in and did it for him.

Niffty was Charlie’s maid of honour. Angel Dust was Vaggie’s, he took his job of protecting the bride very literal. He had a gun straped to his leg under his dress all day.

After officiating the wedding, Husk tended the bar as usual. He got drunk very fast.

Alastor was on food duty. Despite being a royal wedding Vaggie and Charlie decided to keep the reception small, as Vaggie dosent like crowds. The only ars goetia members incited were Stolas and Octavia. Charlie asked Octavia to be their flower girl and she was very happy to take that role.

This was Charlie’s wedding suit

This was Vaggie’s wedding dress.

Charlie and Vaggie's first dance was to I hear a symphony. Charlie did s cover of the song and pre reordered it for thier special dance.

Charlie and Lucifers daddy daughter dance was coronagraphed to Smooth Criminal.

This was the wedding cake, of course they had to include their cat.

Razzel played all of Charlie’s favourite romantic songs on the violin as she danced with Vaggie.

Lucifer got a very special wedding present for Charlie and Vaggie. A hellpup! A new member of thier little family.

At the end of the wedding Charlie and Vaggie released lanterns into the sky.

Charlie got a hold of an Ausmodioun crystal so Vaggie could travel through the different rings of hell. They spent three days in each ring for their honeymoon. Apart from the greed ring, they spent a week there. Charlie wanted Vaggie to enjoy the beach in hell.

[tyb1]

The Proposal

pairing: seth x reader

summary: Seth proposes to the reader.

warning: FLUFF OVERLOAD!!!!

w/c: 1k

A/N: I may make this into a three part series. THE PROPOSAL, THE WEDDING, THE HONEYMOON!

Masterlist

Everyone was invited to the wolfpack family gathering. It was being held in the woods, lights were plastered around the trees, and the dance floor was made of complete wood from the trees. Tables with pearly white clothes surrounded that oak dance floor, it was everything you could have imagined. 

“Hey (Y/N)? Can you help me hang this lantern?” Seth asked, it was only you and him here for the time being. You were both assigned decoration duty, it was pretty exciting. Seth did most of the work. It didn’t click in your mind that you would be in the woods decoring. You were too blinded by the fact that you were about to experience this grand event. 

You were wearing a simple white silk dress that stopped at your knees. Cute but fancy. You sat back and watched your boyfriend do all of the work. Being the gentleman he was he didn’t allow you to do anything but sit and watch. You didn’t mind,  nothing was more admirable than seeing his arms flex in his white button-down shirt. We’re not going to talk about how his quads look in the brown slacks.

“What do you want me to do?” You hummed softly. 

Seth held the lantern to the tree, “Hold this right here while I go get the hammer.”

You switched places with him, he then jumped down and ran to the table where the tools were. You continued to hum to yourself softly, occasionally looking up at the moons and the stars. It was so beautiful out here, You genuinely loved the fact that we were under the moon.

“You’ve always told me you never believed in fairy tales which is a complete lie”I looked back to see Seth propped down on one knee. My mouth dropped along with the floating lantern. Instantly I could feel tears brimming my eyes.  “This, right now, what we’re experiencing is living proof of a fairy tale. I keep telling people how I fell in love with you but in reality, I didn’t, I walked into love with you. Each step of the way you were there with me holding my hand, not once have you ever thought about leaving me. I wouldn’t be as strong as I am if I didn’t have your love to help me. I’d choose you in this lifetime, the life after this and even if I can’t find you I’ll make sure I do. I choose you and only you. You’re my world, you’re my life, you’re my fresh breath of air. You’re my everything, (Y/N) (L/N). So (Y/N) (L/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I wiped the excessive tears from my face, “Seth Clearwater, Yes! I would love to marry you.” 

Before he could stand I tackled him to the ground, I could hear the pure joy of laughter escaping from his lips. You both embraced one another as you cried into his chest.

“You have to get up so I can put a ring on it.” Seth laughed, he held out his hand helping you up to my feet. Smoothly the ring went on, it glistened in the night light. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Seth shoved his hands in his pocket, clearly, he was still nervous about proposing, “It looks better on your hand other than Jacobs.” You held my hand up in the sky in complete. You watched the tiny rainbows dance in the ring. It was more beautiful knowing that it came from the man of my dreams. 

“Wait, so is there a family gathering or not?”

“Oh yeah, You guys can come out!” Seth shouted, Huh, Seth wrapped his arms around me from behind. He grinned into my neck as you watched your friends and family emerge from the woods. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, you were pretty sure only the boys and Leach heard his speech but that didn’t matter. It was still beautiful.

“Our plan worked (Y/N)!” Sue walked up to you with her arms out, “You’re finally going to be my daughter!! Ehhhhh!” You both squealed as you embraced each other. Leah soon followed as she also embraced you as well. You all had a tiny family moment, Leah was expressing how proud she was of Seth and you couldn’t fight back my tears. She was watching her younger brother become a man, and you, his soon-to-be wife, knew it was emotional as well. 

Everyone continued to approach you, with nothing but pure joy on everyone's faces. Live music started to play swiftly in the background. Everyone began to chat with one another as the party started to gear up. You placed your hands on your fiance's chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, “I can say the same.” Seth pulled you in the direction of the lantern that you dropped. “I have one more surprise for you.” He dusted it off, “I know how much you would love for your grandmother to be here to experience this moment.” He handed you a lantern, on it was a picture of you and your grandmother, and on the other side was a picture of Seth and his dad. “It hurts knowing that they can’t be here tonight but they’ll always be here in spirit.” 

Seth pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle that was placed in the middle. You held the lantern dearly to your chest as memories of your grandmother flashed in the back of your head. “You’re an amazing man Seth, she’d love you.” You whispered, you never took your eyes from the lantern, the picture illuminated in the night sky. 

“Come on, let’s tell them about the great news.” Seth grabbed your hand, and he lifted it towards the sky higher and higher until the lantern floated in the air by itself. The both of you watched the lantern float into the night sky. He held you in his arms as you both watched the other lanterns join yours.

[wolfpawzjakey]

Stay-at-home dad Percy.

What is your opinion and thoughts?

Seriously, this boy deserves peace, a cozy home life full of patchwork and baking.

THIS! I’m late to this one but I was so tickled by this idea because, yes, please god give this man his time to be a house husband and stay at home dad.

When the super young baby stages are over and Percy is okay’ed to return to demigod work and start leaving his daughter with daycare workers, he’s suddenly pulled by two strong forces. He actually… doesn’t quite trust leaving his daughter with strangers. Sue him, but he’s been through way too many silly things, he instantly goes to the absolute horror of, “oh my god, Jason, what if someone or something takes her???!??!!”. But the other side tugs hard too, he’s always known a life of working his ass off, working so hard he’s nearly died many times. He bases his self worth entirely on success that he’s made for himself, who really is Percy Jackson without the duties he fulfills for the gods and others. It’s so stressful Jason finds him up at night, pacing back and forth between which side of the scale he wants to live on. Work hard, be bullied by the gods, possibly die but die for the greater good, like he’s always done. Or stay home, finally just exist, make sure their little one grows up coddled and safe and protected.

He settles for the latter, keeping his eyes on their daughter settles the uprising that’s been torturing him in his chest since his parental leave had ended. In short months following, he’s picked up patchwork (shitty, but it’s getting there), baking (much better, he would bake with his mother when the circumstances were safe enough), and other little hobbies in between and honestly, he’d never been more sure about a thing in his life. Percy Jackson, from hero to homemaker and loving every bit of it.

Don’t get him wrong, he and Jason keep up with training on the back end, having someone watch the kiddo. He hopes with his whole life nothing will ever pull him away from the life he has now, but being rusty would be the worst thing to be in the world he lived in.

-

Homemaker Percy mwah mwah mwah

He’ll still kick ur ass but he’ll do it with the new frilly baby blue checkered apron he got just to be an ass and tease Jason with :)

[very-straight-blog]

out of all things that infuriate me in hotd, their treatment of helaegon is the most. royal incest marriage is the rarest thing in fiction. usually incest pairings are all about secrets, sneaking, hiding, stealing kisses, shame, guilt, etc. which is alright and juicy, but predictable. here they had a rare opportunuty to show the different side of it. Targs flaunt their special marriage customs, it's regal, prestigious, divine. Marrying a sister basically cements crown prince's position as next king. king and queen one body and soul. they had the chance to explore it. and failed miserably without even trying. i ship incest pairings as long as i remember and i watched a lot of stuff, but royal marriage i've seen in exactly two (2) shows and both failed spectacularly. king tut 2015 and some korean pseudohistorical soap opera. both shows were based on history and irl those kings loved their sister-wives passionately, and in both shows it was the opposite - kings were in love with some invented mary sue concubines, while queens were demoted to unwanted jealous bitter harpies. i don't get it, why even start working on the project if they hate source material? anyway, i expected a lot from dragon incest show, after all, Cersei and Jaime were not bad and sometimes even romantic. and hotd literally gave us nothing! i'd forgive hotd for being bad if they at least gave us good shippy scenes that make heart flutter but it's really nothing.

Unfortunately, I don't quite agree with you, because it seems to me that you confuse incest couples based on love and those based on duty. If we're talking about the Targaryens - yes, it was customary for them to create marriage unions between relatives, but this doesn't mean that all these unions were happy and that all Targaryens liked this tradition. I'll talk about the series so as not to confuse the sources, although Aegon and Helaena were married against their will in both variations of the story, in the book they were children, in the series - teenagers. We literally see Aegon, who doesn't want to marry his sister. Their marriage is a tragedy and a prison for both of them, this couple just doesn't have the feelings you're talking about. They're siblings trapped in this situation. Yes, I ship them - platonically, as people who don't have romantic or sexual feelings for each other, but who are still brother and sister, as well as parents of three children. They have little in common, but they're trying to find at least something for the sake of their sons and daughter. In my opinion, this is the beauty and tragedy of this couple. I also wrote about it here. But I agree that the screenwriters really didn't give us anything, even if we're talking about platonic feelings. I'd like to see the dynamics of their relationship with each other and with their children, it could be very interesting. Let's hope for something in the next episodes.

[starkdirewolflove]

House of the Dragon

Aemond and Criston as buddies and co conspirators is like an anti-bromance. It’s like Criston’s toxic personality is seriously rubbing off on Aemond. I wonder how Aemond would feel if he knew his bestie was fucking his mother. Criston still bitter over Rhaenyra rejecting him like 20 years ago and saying she’s poisoned Alicent’s mind from when they used to be friends and that’s why she keeps trying to sue for peace, get over yourself mate. Otto comes in to break up their plotting session and try to get Aemond back under his thumb by criticising Aegon and praising Aemond (Otto Hightower parenting 101).

Poor Jace arrives back to Dragonstone as the dutiful heir to report he’s won the loyalty and swords of the Vale and the North for his queen but Rhaenyra lets him break down and just be her son as they cry for Luke. They hold a memorial for Luke since there is no body to burn and Jace holds young Joffrey as the put keepsakes into the flames. While in Kingslanding Alicent is at the sept lighting candles for her dead husband, her murdered handmaiden and Prince Lucerys.

Daemon has snuck into the city under cover of darkness to recruit Blood and Cheese on Mysaria’s recommendation. They’re to sneak into the castle and kill Prince Aemond “he has silver hair and one eye. Shouldn’t be hard to find.” I was a bit disappointed with these two, they were more like Pinkie and the Brain (minus the brains) than two cunning killers. They sneak into the castle past a drunken Aegon and his entourage of lickspittles trying to come up with an epithet for him. The ratcatcher doesn’t actually know where he’s going since he doesn’t usually go up to the royal apartments but they happen upon Helaena putting the twins to bed. Blood seems hesitant about killing a child but not for long, Helaena tries to bargain with them but it’s “a son for a son.” So she points to the sleeping Jahaerys who wakes up as they start hacking his head off so she grabs her daughter and runs to her mother’s room, who happens to be in the middle of riding the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. As they cover themselves up Alicent asks what happened and Helaena says “they killed the boy.”

Strong start to the season, they’ve hit the ground running and it’s only gonna pick up from here. I thought the Blood and Cheese part was gonna be worse than it was, that was kind of meh but the aftermath will probably be greater. I wonder how Criston is gonna be excused for the kings heir being killed under his command of the kingsguard. Like why were there no guards at all patrolling that part of the castle?

Otto is gonna get the boot as Hand very soon by the looks of things and Aegon is gonna make some blunders in his pursuit of vengeance. Helaena seems to have the tragedy of Cassandra of Troy in that she can see all the doom that’s about to befall her family but be unable to do anything about it, she said at the start of the episode that she was afraid of the rats. She knew this was coming.

[hevanderson]

oh also. can i ask what the glestern au cast is so far. which characters do u have

YES LET ME PROVIDE A LIST + SHORT SUMMARY OF THEIR JOB AND/OR ARC HEHEHE!!!! im putting it under the cut because . it's long. also these are just kind of their starting positions here

quinn, the daughter of the head preacher as well as her family having government ties, who is unhappy about the situation she's been put in and longs for rebellion and freedom

santana, the owner of the local saloon who is also in sue sylvester's girl gang

puck, co-owner of the saloon

tina, a saloon employee

brittany, a dancer who performs at the saloon and is also a farmer, as well as partially a seamstress who is Also in sue's gang

mercedes, a performer who also occasionally performs at the saloon and creates the costumes the staff uses and easily the most sensible person in this town

sam, the new town sheriff who has almost no clue what he's doing due to a lack of training and understanding of what this job fully entails– he'll find out soon, enough, though, and he may just find he doesn't like being a sheriff after all

finn, a man who ran off before the events of canon due to quinn's pregnancy from the year before (an event that is expected to be a secret and not discussed ever)

zizes, a famous criminal who is the definition of chaotic neutral

becky, another famous criminal who somewhat works with zizes

burt, a man who takes care of horses and essentially rents them for people if they need a source of transportation and the second most sensible person in town, also the town dad

carole, a woman who used to be a bit reckless but settled down with age who grows her own crops (and lends them to burt and the hummels, free of charge 👀)

kurt, an aspiring clothing designer who takes sewing lessons from carole while also helping burt care for the horses, although he's not as interested in horses as as his dad

sue, the leader of an infamous band of criminals who also sometimes double as hit(wo)men

sugar, the daughter of a rich businessman who wants to pursue a career in performing, even if she isn't the best at it

emma, town nurse who kind of sucks at her job but does truly care about everyone

rachel, the daughter of the two most successful farmers in town

blaine, the second in command leader of a rival town who feels unappreciated and neglected, hating all of his duties (as well as the guy he's forced to work with thanks to his brother's A+ governing) and yearning for a better, less stressful life (that will still make him feel important)

sebastian, the guy blaine has to work with who has more than a few screws loose

and then there are some minor characters who are mostly off screen and are just there to set other things up:

will, the former sheriff who died due to mysterious poisoning before being able to fully teach sam the ropes

terri, will's (former) wife who may or may not have gotten sue and her girls to poison will's food so she could escape her loveless marriage

cooper, the actual governor of the rival warbler town

[beikonsims]

Lola was really close to taking over the Mayor's office and needed to build some contacts with politicians from other towns. She made friends with a candidate from Pleasantview - Mary-Sue - who also happens to be associated with the Smiths through her daughter.

She might've been neglecting her motherly duties, but she had her mind set on making sure they live a quality life. She didn't need Chloe's stupid Genie Lamp to make a fortune.

Speaking of which - while she already moved on from dealing with her sister, she thought it might be a good idea to read some textbooks about anger management. It could help her deal with Chloe if she ever decides to show up in her life again.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Hello everyone. Suppose you have followed me for a while; you probably know the Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine series.

Thank you for reading and the reblog @thezombieprostitute It reminds me that someone still enjoys my old work. 🥰

I decided to make the whole summary longer. Here is the complete version ❤️

Story Summary:

CEO! Steve Rogers visited a Y/N bakery called 'Dear Cake' almost daily. Steve falls in love at first sight with Y/N, and she's the same. 

So Y/N used to work in a food company and she was part of the food development team, creating new snacks and food.

She's a hardworking girl and has created some delicious snacks. But then her hard work got stolen by her coworker, Harry Osborn.

She felt burnt out and heartbroken because someone enjoyed her work. Y/N couldn't do anything since Harry is the son of the CEO of the company she works for.

Then she quit, and her brother Peter helped her build her cafe. That's where she meets Steve ❤️

******

At the party, Steve finally meets Y/N again. Y/N was surprised too. It turned out Natasha had been trying to make Y/N and Steve meet, but both of them were busy.

Y/N and Steve talk to each other at the party. Both of them didn't know that they could have met sooner if they hadn't rejected Natasha's invitation.

It was a company event, which means there were a lot of guests. Harry was also invited. Harry saw Y/N with Steve. Harry talked low about Y/N and told her to come back because it's her duty.

Y/N was traumatized because of Harry. Steve saw everything. He held Y/N and punched Harry in the face.

Harry swore that he would sue Steve.

Steve told him, "You could try."

Steve saw Bucky and told him, "Terminate every contract with Osborn company. If their next leader is like him, it will be ruined in a year."

Y/N saw Steve as a hero.

Harry doesn't realize how powerful Steve is in the business world. They're not on the same level, which is why he never noticed Steve before.

Tomorrow morning, Harry will get scolded by his dad because their company just lost a big contract.

Since that night, their relationship has been getting closer and more romantic. ❤️❤️❤️

In the end, both of them married and had two cute daughters who always helped their mother to bake a cake. Steve always came home and got his daughters to always welcome him with cookies they made. 

The end.

Epilogue : Bucky's son and Steve's daughter are getting together. Bucky's son told his parents, "I've found my wife." 🤣🤣🤣

[trashyangelic]

Request - Lila Salt & Bustier Salt

P A I R I N G S : ๋࣭ ⭑ Felinette (Felix/Marinette) ๋࣭ ⭑ Adrigami (Adrien/Kagami) ๋࣭ ⭑ Lukloe (Luka/Chloe) ๋࣭ ⭑ Julerose (Juleka/Rose) ๋࣭ ⭑ Sabrina/Nino [don't know their ship name]

Prompt Details:

Based on Lila bullying Marinette and Bustier not doing her job as a teacher yet she belittle Marinette to be a doormat. What if, her parents were informed by one class bully Chloe who used to bully their daughter but telling everything what is going on in the school which makes them to urge to sue Bustier and Lila for this mess. As for Alya, she was pulled out from the school by her parents after Sabine visited them telling them what Alya did to her daughter they weren't very happy so they send her to a school for discipline as all girls school that is somewhere out of Paris but they cannot go near Marinette at all. Which means Alya needs to delete her blog by forced. While Sabine and Tom finds a new school for their daughter to be happy with until Adrien mention on what school his cousin goes to in England that is where they are going to send her away from those horrid bullies from her school along with that disgraceful teacher Bustier. Chloe and Marinette normally hangs out due to their grades which they are allowed to skip unlike their classmates who are way behind of their academics cause of Lila's lies. When her parents mention what school she is going to attend.. Marinette she told Chloe what school she is attending to which got her excited and wanted to go the same school as Marinette. Now for Chat Noir well his miraculous was taken by Ladybug cause of his incompentent duties as a superhero but also a civilian being a bystander to school. The only permenant heroes that will be staying are Luka Couffaine, Chloe Bourgeois, Nino Lahiffe, Le Chien Kim, Sabrina Raincomprix, Alix Kubdel, Juleka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, and Kagami Tsurugi. And those who are going to a new school would be Chloe Bourgeois and Marinette, Chloe is a permenant hero. But what they don't know is that Luka goes to the same school as Marinette and Chloe Bourgeois. As for the retired heroes they would be Alya, and Adrien. The school that Marinette is going is has dorms of two per students that is either a girl or a boy. Sadly Chloe is assigned to Allegra Blanchet as her new dormmate while Marinette is assigned to Felix Fathom who is Adrien's cousin as a dormmate as well. After meeting but exploring the school they were shock to see Luka in the school. While Marinette is thinking of a new black cat hero, new fox hero, and new peagsus hero. Kim, Nino, and Sabrina is a spy to Lila's group right now.

The rest is up to you!

[angstymdzsthoughts]

I don't think it's very angsty but Modern AU where Yanli is in her 20's but the boys are middle schoolers. Newly married Jiang Yanli sues her parents for custody of Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying. She has the money and the means now (part of the reason she agreed to marry Jin Zixuan even if he was a total brat) and is more than willing to fight her parents.

She had wanted to do it when she turned eighteen. She had spent months leading up to her birthday researching how to get custody of her little brothers. She called lawyers unassociated with her parents for legal advice. She had even thought of dropping out of school to get a job, get an apartment, and kidnapping her little brothers. She's near desperate to get her sweet brothers away from her abusive mother and her willfully ignorant and neglectful father.

None of it would have worked considering how much money and connections her parents had.

So she continued to play the dutiful daughter and went to college, swearing to build a solid safety net and home for her brothers to run to the second they turned eighteen. Until then she kindly insisted that her parents let her brothers spend the night at her off campus apartment every night that they could.

And then Jin Zixuan started making puppy eyes at her every time they saw each other. She had figured that them going to the same university was an act of meddling from their mothers, but Jin Zixuan later confessed to her (very publicly) that he had chosen to attend the same college as her on purpose. She wasn't sure when or why Jin Zixuan had convinced himself he was in love with her, but she saw the golden opportunity for what it was.

The Jin family were stupid rich. Old money wealth with a new money taste for luxury, her father said. It was rumored that the families current head was rotten to the core and had his pick of judges and politicians in his pocket to get him out of any trouble he gets himself into. It wasn't ideal, but it was exactly what she needed.

"I will marry you, A'Xuan," she promises one night. The way his face lights up is endearing. "But only under one condition."

"Anything," Jin Zixuan says eagerly.

She kisses him softly, lovingly as a little reward for his easy obedience and he melts.

[urwendii]

For day 7 of @tolkienfamilyweek freeform (in which I totally am not so late for what was supposed to be day 2.)

[ implied Arien x Mairon | Arien & Amarëa (oc daughter) ]

↠ companion artwork

➼ In the sun light, find my love always.

Amarëa was still so tiny, Arien thought when she cradled her against her chest, feeling as if she was about to burst from happiness and love at the sight of her baby daughter quietly sleeping. Laurelin was in full bloom, casting the lovely golden hue over the room Arien was now occupying at Yavanna's behest.

She could stare at her newly born tiny Maia for eternity and find as much joy in it as the first time she felt the echo of her eäla take shape. This was everything she had wished and hoped for, and Arien felt crystals of tears gather at the corner of her eyes.

There was a knock on the door — sharp and precise, revealing whom stood behind it and with a brush of Osanwë, she invited him inside.

Mairon must have been back from the Forges given his appearance, a simple burgundy tunic over brown trousers and his hair braided severely along his neck.

"You know she has a cradle to sleep in." He nodded to the sublime wooden furniture he had crafted, but Arien could not bring herself to let Amarëa go.

"She needs warmth." She replied instead. Not entirely untrue, as newborn Ainu, the small Maia was unable to fully master her control over her fana. Which more than not resulted in her reverting to her spirit form — a harmless endeavour for Arien and Mairon, both fire spirits but one they had to keep on the lookout. A certain incident involving Eönwë had been a source of amusement for Mairon for weeks.

"And you need to tend to your duties."

Mairon was right. Unfortunately.

"Fine." She sighed, not bothering to keep herself from rolling her eyes. "You better not drop her."

The look Mairon gave her was a mix of annoyance and outrage but Arien had long been immune to it and with great care, gently moved her little burden, making sure Amarëa was well covered and still asleep.

"I think I'll manage."

"You better. As much as it would amuse me to see how hot I have to burn to cause physical damage to you, ô Admirable, I'd rather not have Yavanna sue me for damaging her precious golden son." Arien quipped, smirking at him when he gave her an unimpressed look.

"Just go."

"Hush." She bent to drop a light kiss on Amarëa's forehead. "I'll see you soon yēl."

A kiss was given on Mairon's cheek and with another cheery threat to the safety of his existence if anything were to happen to Amarëa, she went off to tend to Tulukhedelgorûs*.

*Valarin for Laurelin

[imperiuswrecked]

There's something deeply tragic and disturbing about the Johnny/Crystal/Pietro love triangle. Johnny and Crystal are the "kids" of their teams. They're more innocent and tend to be spoiled and protected by their friends. When they're together, they seem to love projected ideals more than each other. Johnny wants a pretty girl who has no trouble with his heroics, and Crystal was a guy who shows her the outside world. Conversely, Pietro matured quickly. (1/2)

Nobody protected Pietro, he was a protector. Nor did anyone reach to comfort him and give him space to show his vulnerability. When Pietro was thrown into the equation, he became protector and emotional caretaker for Crystal. Crystal became a source of peace and comfort he had never known before. Johnny and Crystal had fun, but their love wasn't as deep and natural like Reed and Sue or Ben and Alicia. Pietro and Crystal, though, complimented each other. (2/3) But of course, Crystal, give or take mind control from Maximus, ruined what she and Pietro had. It didn't help that Pietro was also mind controlled into mistreating her. Crystal will always crave that extra bit of fun and irresponsibility, even if it means betraying people who love her and might be waiting for her. She's kind and idealistic (at least intended to be), but she doesn't have her priorities straight. (3/4) And honestly, the biggest issue here is that writers don't know where to take Johnny and Crystal beyond being the token team kids. In-universe, neither of them face any pressure to mature and take responsibility either. Reed and Sue allow Johnny to drop out of school to pursue full-time celebrity, and the Inhuman Royals don't mind anything Crystal does as long as she does her Royal duties. Johnny laughs things off, Crystal plays helpless, lonely victim. (4/5) Opposite of Spidey's issues, writers keep trying to shove Johnny and Crystal together, even when they've proven they haven't worked and will not work out just because both of them are too naive, too prone to wishful thinking, and too in need of quick self-gratification. Pietro is the one who truly gets screwed over, because he came in looking for commitment and a place to belong, and he got sacrificed for Johnny and Crystal's drama. (5/5)

I don't think the writers should take Johnny/Crystal anywhere, at this point it just doesn't work imo. They were teen crushes at one point but I don't think there is really anything there to build upon. I just wanted to point out that Johnny does go to college so he did finish high school, but I think Johnny like many comic characters is stuck on a loop because marvel is too afraid of making long term changes to older characters. Even Spider-Man is stuck on a loop where he isn't allowed to progress any further.

I do think that Pietro fell in love with Crystal because she was kind to him but also because she took care of him when he was alone which would cause him to fall even harder in love with her, but I disagree that they were compatible, they were also too young and their personalities/backgrounds too unrelatable to be married. Pietro always wants to set down roots vs Crystal trying to break free from her royal trappings.

Pietro was 100% thrown in to break up Johnny/Crystal permanently so that the writers could be free to go back to the loveable bachelor Johnny who just can't catch a break with love. So yeah I do agree, it's tragic how Pietro was treated and his own story was shifted so that it could be a part of the Johnny/Crystal drama but I can't complain too much because without Pietro/Crystal then we wouldn't have Luna and I really love that Pietro is a father and has a daughter even though Marvel forgets her all the time.

[ursulasfishandships]

HIIIIIIIII!!!

thank you for all the nice comments on my first post about this of the half sister in the Atreides family. i wanted to explore what that relationship would look like. is Jessica the final boss boy mom or is she just cursed by her mothers before her? i just have a lot of ideas on her life and her relationship with others. i’ll try to not make her mary sue, but my fixation on Feyd-Rautha will be showing through :P

MWAH let me know thoughts!

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Cassandra Atreides was like a feral cat, she roamed as she pleased. Unlike her brother, she was not tied down to any duty. No Bene Gesserit training or noble duty plagued the girl. Instead, she sprinted through the halls barefoot, tracking in mud from outside. She was certainly Leto’s daughter.

Paul was happy to have a sister, or at least half of one. He was made acutely aware that she was just that. One half. And Paul was the heir, which didn’t seem to bother either child very much. It was only bothersome when it got into playtime. Then Paul would complain.

“Mother, why can’t I play with Cassie?”

The nickname itched at her, but she didn’t let it break skin.

“Cassandra is not a noble, Paul. She doesn’t have duties like you. No planet for her to reign when she’s older.”

Little Paul frowned for a moment, looking back at his little sister who still played with the wooden blocks.

“Can we get her a planet?” He was still naive to the ways of the world. He wanted a friend in his lessons, so he would change the course of the empire for her. Silly Paul, with that mindset, he would either make a horrible or a wonderful leader.

Jessica was unsure whether Cassandra got an education or not. It wasn’t her problem. From what she overheard, the maids happily taught her things. She had notebooks full of words, her “stories” according to the maids. They would bring her to the market and town like a commoner, running errands. If Jessica were Leto, she would never let that slide, but he did not seem to care so long as his sweet daughter would run to him and hug his shins.

Jessica did not hate Cassandra. No, that would be cruel and unkind, that would be what the Bene Gesserit wanted. Jessica was simply not the girl’s mother. And for Jessica, that was enough.

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Cassandra had her elbows on the table at dinner. She ate the soup politely and all, it was just her elbows that bothered Jessica. No matter, she was not listening as Cassandra babbled on about where she had explored the forest while horseback riding. Paul and Leto listened intently, it was easy to see how they craved her freedom. Who wouldn’t? Even Jessica could feel the small green monster clawing at her throat the way the girl spoke. And for a moment, it escaped, slamming its fists on the table.

“Well you won’t be able to do that once you’re married.” Jessica said, almost offhanded. Leto had briefly mentioned to her how he had been discussing political strategy, especially with the Harkonnens. Perhaps the youngest of the clan needed a bride.

Cassandra’s head quirked up, looking at Jessica and then her father.

“Am I not too young to be married?” She half laughs, setting down her spoon. Leto let out a soft sigh.

“Not to politicians, you aren’t.” The words hung in the air for a moment.

“Shouldn’t Paul marry first?” Cassandra questioned.

“Paul is… different. His nobility-“

“And I don’t carry the same last name?” Cassandra’s voice grew stern and sharp. What a good Bene Gesserit she’d have been, too bad.

“Cassie, you do.” Leto said to her, keeping himself soft. She met his eyes in a fierce gaze, one that had Jessica questioning if she really was her daughter.

“But?”

“But, Paul is older and a son. You know he is training to take over for me.”

He was not wrong, he was simply just not speaking the whole truth. What kind of father would he be if spoke of her like she was? Bastard. Commoner. Plebeian. Street rat. Whore’s kin.

“Okay.” Was all she left it at.

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[smallcatsims]

Daniel Pleasant owns the most profitable coal mine in Veronaview. His wife Mary Sue helps him run it and oversees the distribution and sales of the coal. Now that Mary Sue's parents have moved in with them, she can spend more time at the mining office while they help out around the house.

Angela is the golden child of the family, and knows her first duty is to marry well. She couldn't help falling head over heels for Dustin though. She knows that he is smart and ambitious and deserves a chance to be more than a guttersnipe.

Lilith wants to be an opera singer and marry Dirk Dreamer, both of which would horrify her parents, if they paid any attention to her in the first place.

Daniel and Mary Sue have been in touch with some of the wealthy sims in Veronaville, and want to introduce their daughters to the Monty and Capp heirs. The girls have $10k simoleans each for their dowries, and if Daniel doesn't have a son, Angela and her husband will inherit the manor, mine, and Pleasant fortune! So it shouldn't be too hard to get an introduction for them.