#especially those that are older and grew up during a time where these things would get you imprisoned and such

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A Dragon's Dilemma

Aegon II Targaryen x Strong!Velaryon!reader

word count: 6k

warnings: infidelity, incest, some mentions of violence but nothing unbearable!

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The translation of what is said in High Valyrian is at the end!

It had been years since you or your siblings had last set foot in the castle. Six years, to be exact.

Everything had changed and, at the same time, looked exactly the same. Jacaerys and Lucerys were excited to return to the place where you grew up but you, however, still had your doubts about how good an idea it was. Of course it wasn’t a vacation visit, but a matter of great importance such as arguing for the right that belonged to your brother Lucerys was what had brought the entire family back to King's Landing.

As soon as you arrived the first thing you did was, of course, greet your grandfather whom you found in such a sorry state that you felt like crying. He could barely speak, was completely lying down and his physical appearance wasn’t at all pleasant to look at. But he was still the king and at least you were glad he was alive.

Your mother, Rhaenyra, gave you and your siblings complete freedom to wander around the castle as you pleased after that. You, unfortunately or fortunately, knew exactly where you wanted to go.

A part of you wished that during the welcome (which you didn't get, by the way) you could see your uncle Aegon. Curiosity killed you and above all there was a huge desire within you to know what had happened to him.

The last time you had the chance to talk was that unfortunate night when your (then) younger brother took it upon himself to gouge out your Uncle Aemond's eye. You and Aegon had been victims of the situation because it turned out that you were in his room that night and if it hadn't been for you hearing the commotion the queen probably would have found you passionately canoodling with her eldest son.

You had never planned for it to happen that way and of course you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. The boy was barely a couple of years older than you and unfortunately for you, love doesn’t pay much attention to those it attacks. More than love, you knew there was always a latent desire between you that probably would have been consummated if you had more time.

No one, not even your mother, had found out about it and to a certain extent you were grateful because according to the news that was circulating, Aegon had married Helaena and they had two children from that union. A pang of jealousy and an unjustified feeling of betrayal invaded you when you found out, although you knew that yours with the man was a childish fantasy that turned out to be impossible.

Hoping that Aegon was in the same room since the last time you had been in the Red Keep you made your way through the halls, praying that you wouldn't encounter any relatives who might question you about your intentions. The black dress you were wearing was something simple, but one of your favorites chosen especially for that occasion. Your brown hair had recently been cut so you had only asked your maid to make some braids to adorn your head.

The further you went, the more nervous you were and you even wondered what you would do if Aegon wasn’t in that room, questioning whether you would have the courage to look for him in the rest of the fortress or would you let that idea die for the good of everyone.

You almost fainted when you saw Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena walking along one of the balconies in the distance, but luckily neither of them noticed your presence before you could hide in a nearby nook.

“Your brother is a fool, it seems that he doesn't think, that he doesn't realize all the damage he does to this family…” you managed to hear and you knew, immediately, that you were going in the right direction.

Once you were out of danger you darted out of your hiding place and gathered your skirt in your hands, beginning to run towards the room you were looking for before anyone else showed up or until the queen returned to look for her son.

When you reached the door, out of breath, you took a moment to breathe and felt the beating of your racing heart throughout your chest. Your hair was sticking to your forehead due to the sweat you had released during the effort and while you were taking that moment you asked yourself again if this was a good idea. Determined, you pushed the doors to the room and then entered as cautiously as possible.

Aegon was confused between the white sheets of his mattress, since the curtains prevented much of the light from entering and the place was only illuminated by the warm tones of some candles. He seemed to be curled up in on himself, with his body barely covered to consider himself decent and hugging a pillow on which his face was hidden. Still, you didn't need to see him to know it was him, the completely white hair gave him away.

“Get out of here,” he gasped. From his voice you suspected he was crying and that only confused you more, so you walked over immediately.

Although of course, before that you made sure to lock the door.

“I want to be alone, moth…!” he spoke again, emerging from his hiding place to confront the intruder. However, he was frozen when he discovered that it wasn’t the queen who had entered his chambers.

“Am I coming at a bad time? I can leave if you want.”

“It's you,” he breathed out in surprise, as if he needed to say it out loud to make it real.

You thought there would be a little more conversation for the welcome, but the boy decided that it was more urgent to feel you close and he made it clear when he stretched one of his arms in your direction, offering his hand for you to take. You did not resist, but fulfilled his whim, letting him pull you until you were sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Hello, Aegon,” you said kindly.

As soon as he knew you were close, the man entangled himself in you until he placed his head in the crook of your neck while his arms were responsible for holding you against his naked body. You still didn't see anything indecent, but you could feel the warm skin of his chest.

“You're here,” he continued happily, spreading slow kisses over whatever skin his mouth was within reach.

A smile of satisfaction appeared on your face when you realized that you hadn’t been the only one who had kept that feeling that had blossomed so many years ago well kept.

“I am,” you laughed gently. One of your hands traveled to his head to caress his scalp “I heard you got in trouble.”

“It's all stupid. Don't pay attention to anything you hear” he defended himself. From the smell on his body, as well as the appearance of the room, you suspected that the boy had been drinking before your arrival.

You put your hands between your bodies to push him to which he seemed scared, fearing that you were rejecting him, but his nerves eased when he discovered that you only wanted to be able to observe him.

You noticed that his eyes were swollen from the unshed tears behind which his irises shone.

“Hey, what's wrong, prince?” you asked motherly, raising both thumbs to wipe away his tears. “Is there something bothering you or is it just that in my absence you have softened?”

"When did you arrive?" he asked quietly, completely ignoring your questions.

"In the morning. I was hoping to greet you during the welcome but we didn't have one”

“I didn't even know you were coming. Otherwise I would have gone to the doors myself to receive you as you deserve”

“Would you dare to spoil me in front of my family?”

"Maybe not. But I would have let you take my arm and I would have stolen you to the rooms to do it”

A giggle left your lips at the joke and then you took a moment to observe each other. Aegon couldn't help but notice that your tits had grown and he could see them squeezed by your dress. Your features were still delicate but now they looked more experienced and you had cut your long hair.

You could barely recognize your uncle. His face was hardened, he had gained weight and had become robust, like a real man. You thought that he had changed too much since the last time you saw him and, to be honest, you couldn’t believe that he had become so handsome: while it was true that the marks under his eyes were more pronounced and there were some new scars, he still had the same indigo eyes with hints of purple that you loved to see so much.

"You have changed"

“And you became more beautiful,” he sighed, reaching out to cup your face with one of his hands.

Before you could process it, the boy had already approached you to kiss you, eager to take advantage of the little time you might have but at the same time desperate to feel your lips. They were still soft and inexperienced, almost as if prompting him to corrupt you.

“Aegon…”

“Hmm?”

“You have a wife and children.”

"So what?" he said nonchalantly, only moving on the mattress so he could hold your waist and get you closer to his body.

Kissing him was addictive, so you had a hard time putting two thoughts together coherently enough to push him away and tell him it was wrong. But deep down you didn't want to tell him either; it would be a lie to admit that your intentions when going to his room were only to greet him and chat with him.

His hands walked over your body, as if wanting to remember the shapes already forgotten by time, and you kept holding his face by his wet cheeks.

By doing that he was immediately distracted from whatever had happened and was torturing him, leaving room only for the feeling of satisfaction that came from nibbling and sucking on your lips.

After a few minutes, with one movement he laid you down on the bed and placed himself on top of you, which was enough to bring you back to reality. Just one kiss later, without too much force, but decisively, you placed a hand on his bare chest to push him away from you.

“Aegon,” you repeated sternly.

Whatever you had to say died in your throat as you looked down and noticed that the sheet could no longer protect him, revealing that he was completely naked.

The man looked amused by the situation.

"What? Did the dragon eat your tongue?” he made fun of you. Then he lowered himself just enough so that his lips were at the level of your ear “I can do some things that you might like with mine”

“Aegon, stop it,” you sighed shakily, your cheeks already quite red.

As best you could, you pushed him to the other side and he let you beat him just for the satisfaction of seeing you nervous. You sat back down on the mattress and threw a sheet over his crotch, more out of a matter of maintaining your self-control than out of modesty.

You had your back to him and the boy smiled from his position, wondering how long it would take you two to roll around in bed now that you were an adult and desires had become carnal. He thought that maybe you just wanted him to beg and he felt a bubbling inside, wishing he could persist until you agreed.

However, he was still somewhat hurt by the scene that had unfolded with his mother a few moments earlier and he wondered if you would be able to comfort him as he wished.

Innocently he approached you again and surrounded you from behind, leaving a fleeting kiss somewhere on your neck to test the waters. Seeing that you didn't object, he snuck under your arm and then laid his head on your lap like a cat looking for affection. To avoid temptation, he made sure to pull the sheet tight enough to cover most of his body.

“Where is the rest of your family?”

“My mother and Daemon talking to your mother, probably. I watched my brothers go towards the outer yard and Baela and Rhaena maybe with Rhaenys”

“Aemond was training in the yard so they will meet him. Let's hope this time no one loses an eye”

You giggled at that and Aegon held your hand up to his hair, asking you to pet it. You fulfilled his wish, while he snuggled closer to you.

It was strange that so much had happened and you felt with the same intensity that you had once shared. The problems between your families had never afflicted either of you two, because although both they and you had done questionable things, all that was forgotten as soon as their lips touched yours.

“Have you ever thought about what would have happened if your mother had accepted the engagement that mine proposed?”

"What are you talking about?"

“In having gotten married. You and I"

“You would be very unhappy,” he exclaimed confidently. “You only like me because you don't live with me every day.”

"Maybe you're right. But at least we would have had a lot of fun in the nights”

Aegon laughed and placed a distracted kiss on your arm.

“I guess you're not married yet, right, niece? Otherwise I doubt you would have come looking for me."

“There have been some candidates, but none convincing. Although it’s logical that they are dying to marry the next in the line of succession."

“Smug and mistaken, little princess,” he scoffed and both of you laughed.

You had already had that discussion before, but now you didn't have much heart to repeat it. Aegon claimed that, in case something happened to Rhaenyra, he was the heir and you confronted him by saying that since you were the firstborn, the position belonged to you. However, you knew beforehand that the man's desires were never to reign and that he was only trying to annoy you.

You yourself often wondered if you wanted to rule at some point in history, still afraid of what people might think of a woman on the iron throne. You weren’t blind and you knew that your right to the throne could be questioned not only because of that, but because of the supposed illegitimacy of your birth. You were a Targaryen, your mother's daughter, and that was all that mattered. But still, the thought of having to fulfill a duty of that magnitude completely overwhelmed you.

You were brought out of your musings when you felt the man in your lap stir and stretch enough to give you a deep kiss, which you reciprocated without opposition.

“You should get dressed.”

“Is it bothering you so far?”

“I'm serious,” you laughed, while you gently brushed a couple of hairs from his face “Someone might think badly of us if they find us like this.”

“For someone to think badly you should be naked too. Which I wouldn't object to, of course."

You shook your head, suppressing a smile, and then maneuvered yourself to your feet, pretending that with that Aegon would do what you were asking. However, when you tried to walk away he reached out to grab your hand, reluctant to let you go.

"How long you'll be here?"

"In your bedroom?"

“In King's Landing”

“A couple of days, maybe. I guess until the issue with Drifmark's inheritance is resolved."

“Good,” he whispered, as if assessing the situation. You wanted to free yourself from his grip but he didn't let you “Are you going to leave without saying goodbye?”

“From King's Landing?”

“From my room,” he replied seriously, making you smile.

“I'm not leaving yet, Aegon. I'm just turning around so you can get dressed."

“I don’t mind you looking,” he said cheekily, but you had already turned your back on him. You heard movement behind you and assumed he had started to put on some clothes “Don’t you want to look even a little bit?”

“Just hurry up, your grace”

Upon hearing your complaint he laughed and then you felt a loud kiss on your cheek that had every intention of making you turn around, to which you didn’t succumb.

“There will be a dinner or something like that with the whole family.”

“Huh, yeah?”

“Well, that's what I heard. After dinner, can we meet?”

“Won't we have problems?”

“You don't like problems?” he said in a mocking tone.

You felt his hands put on your waist, from behind, and you prayed that when you turned around he wasn't still naked. It wasn't like that, he was only wearing a linen shirt, pants and was barefoot, but at least it was something.

“Not when they grow up in this family. Any family fight becomes a thousand times worse if it involves dragons.”

"I'm sorry for you. Mine are bigger than yours.”

“We're still talking about dragons, right?”

Aegon bit his lip to contain a grin from ear to ear and then he held you close to his body, ready to kiss you again. You just let him do it.

Dinner was a complete disaster.

You were already in your room, furiously packing all your belongings into a trunk, when you heard the sound of the door opening. You looked up from your task believing that by doing so you would meet Rhaenyra or maybe even one of your sisters, however, you were surprised to see a head of silver hair appear that was not theirs.

“You are very bold to come here after that.”

"After what?"

“You and your brother beating mine”

“They started”

“Aemond did it”

Aegon didn't think you were going to get that upset about the dinner incident, after all he still thought it was petty stuff. But the message had been clear and forceful, at least for you: you were considered bastards and, therefore, unworthy of any merit within King's Landing.

“You're exaggerating, it's just that… you know that Aemond gets carried away by his impulses.”

“And you agree with him?” you asked, angry when the white-haired boy tried to reach out to take your hand.

The boy looked at your things and then at you. He had heard your mother saying that the whole family would return to Dragonstone that same night because apparently, after what had happened, you no longer wanted to spend any more time in the Red Keep.

“He's my brother, I had to defend him…”

"I'm not talking about that. Do you think I’m not a Targaryen?” You interrupted him, stopping from the violent pace with which you were putting away your clothes so you could look him in the eyes. “Calling us bastards is already a betrayal, Aegon. Your family has to be very careful with what they say because very soon the one they offend is the one who will be on the iron throne.”

“Do you think they will allow that?” He said, showing the same seriousness that you had shown him. “I am my father's firstborn.”

“And what are you implying?” you took a step forward and he held your gaze. “Do you wish to usurp the throne that by right and by choice of the king belongs to my mother?”

“I don't want it. But many people do it. All my life my mother has told me that yours will kill me if she comes to power, because I am a threat to her reign.”

“My mother wouldn't do such a thing.”

“Not even under your father's advice?”

Daemon wasn't your father, but you understood what he meant. If your head already hurt after the fight, now you could feel it throbbing from your temples to the back of your neck.

“Is this a confession, Aegon? Are you telling me that as soon as Viserys dies you will fight for the throne?”

“My grandfather will do it. And my mother and Aemond and all those lords on the council will do it too. I hear them whispering everywhere. Viserys is about to die and they will fight to name me king.”

“You know you're taking a big risk by coming and telling me that, don't you?”

“I'm not taking the risk because you're not going to tell anyone.”

For a second, you froze. If anyone asked you, you were sure that Aegon would never be able to hurt you, much less kill you, but a lot could have changed in six years. You took a step back to search through your trunk for the sword that your grandmother Rhaenys had given you and he seemed to guess your intentions.

“Don't do something stupid,” he continued, cautiously. “I've come to make you a proposal.”

“The proposals were made a long time ago and your family declined.”

“Not one of that kind. I want you to run away with me.”

An incredulous laugh escaped your lips, thinking about how your uncle could joke at a time like this. You had to warn your mother, beg her to stay in King's Landing until your grandfather died so that no one could usurp what belonged to her.

“Leave my room, please.”

“I'm serious,” he exclaimed sternly. Almost carefully, he approached you and tried to take both of your hands but you refused, afraid that it was a trap. “Without me, no one here could deny your mother's claim. Not even Aemond, because he is not the firstborn male”

“And you seriously plan to run away?”

"I do. I am tired of all this and it is the only alternative that would solve the situation. That's why you have to come with me.”

“How do I know you're not tricking me into abandoning me far away and leaving my mother without her heir? Or worse yet, that you will keep me hostage for the interests of your family.”

“Our family, my niece,” he corrected you. “Do you remember that we are all part of the same family?”

“Your brother seems to forget often. And you too"

It was incredible how that morning you had been so affectionate and now that night had fallen you were arguing so heatedly. But there came a point where the offenses were intolerable, even with the affection you felt for the dragon.

“I have never hurt you. I have harmed everyone in this family physically or morally, but never you and you know it perfectly” he insisted on wanting to hold you and ended up managing to take only one of your hands “I am willing to leave to clear the way for Rhaenyra but I want you to come with me”

“What if I refuse?”

“Then I will stay. And her inheritance will be at risk”

"Are you threatening me?"

“I'm offering you a chance,” he continued. Apparently he wasn't going to give up on it so easily “I've thought about it for a long time now. My father will be lucky if he makes it to next week alive, time is ticking and when you least expect it a war for power will break out. I'm just saving us a couple of steps.”

“Do you really think I will abandon my mother?”

“Under the promise that she won’t have any obstacles on her direct path to the throne? Yes, I thought you were sensible enough to see the enormous advantage that our absence would represent”

You stayed silent for a moment, looking at him seriously and in disbelief at the decision in his words. Was Aegon really convinced to do all that? Was he proposing that you guys run away?

“And what about Helaena? And your children?"

“They will be fine. I'm not a good father, they won't miss me."

“Aegon this is… it is simply foolish. It's crazy."

“And we have to make a decision now. Your family is waiting for you to leave, time is of the essence”

You stayed quiet, your hand still being held by his. So much had happened that day that you felt like you couldn't take it anymore and now he had snuck into your room to tell you all that. You weren't stupid at all, you knew that your grandfather could die that very night and that the man in front of you was having a train of reasonable thoughts for probably the first time in his life.

“And why don't you just leave? You don't want to govern, uncle. We both know it, you just... go away and that's it."

“I don't want to go alone. I need a company and I want it to be you.”

"And why me?"

“Because I know you're the only one who would be willing to do it. For your mother's sake”

“So it's blackmail”

“Not blackmail. It's a fair exchange.”

You didn't realize when you started crying. And Aegon, as a sign of goodwill, came to kiss your cheeks to erase those tears.

“Say yes,” he continued. “I have it all planned. There is a ship to Essos leaving tonight, we will go on it and no one will ever hear from us again. There it doesn't matter if you're royalty or not, no one will recognize us."

“And our dragons?”

“We don't need dragons there.”

“And what are we to live on, Aegon?”

“We will live on anything. I have a trunk full of gold ready to be loaded on that ship, it will serve us for a few months and if we know how to manage it perhaps for a little longer”

It seems he had thought this through quite well and you wondered if you had always been part of the plan or if it was something that had arisen as a result of your visit.

"I can’t do this”

"Of course you can. Don't think about it too much, just... say yes and that's it."

“And how am I going to leave her? What kind of ungrateful will I be?”

“She left my father's side to live with Daemon, her uncle. And that has never bothered your conscience, has it?” he carefully approached you until he kissed you, hoping that maybe that would soften you enough for you to accept “I know you don't want this either. I know you don't want to govern, I can see the fear in your eyes every time the topic comes up because it is the same fear I see in mine."

“You can't know that”

“I'm an idiot most of the time, I'm not going to deny that to you. But I know we will never have an opportunity like this again. Please come with me”

That was a plea. Aegon was imploring you to join him in this madness and he required an immediate response. All kinds of thoughts crossed your mind at that moment and with all of them you needed to take time to decide. But you had also heard the man's words clearly and you didn’t doubt that Otto Hightower's ambition was such as to manage to steal from Rhaenyra what Viserys had given her.

Going with him would be impulsive, stupid, and anything but sensible as Aegon insisted it would be. You would completely break Rhaenyra's heart. You, her only daughter, abandoning her to seek better fortune in Essos.

Decisions, decisions... they were always the most difficult and cruel part for The house or the dragon.

“And how did you plan to escape just today? It’s improbably convenient, don’t you think?”

"I didn’t know. I was ready to flee the day it was necessary, but I think today is the best opportunity. You're here so our parents won't think I'm kidnapping you or something like that."

“They'll think about it anyway.”

“Leave a letter,” he suggested, bringing one of your hands to his lips to kiss the back “Explain to Rhaenyra that you're okay.”

“Aegon, I'm not going with you.”

"Why not?" he insisted, his voice already breaking. He raised both hands to your cheeks to force you to look at him “I'm asking you, please.”

"No…"

“Let's leave here and we will never know anything about royalty again in our lives”

“There will always be someone who questions a woman's authority.”

“But it won't be because of me and you won't be here to see it.”

“I don't want to leave my mother!”

Aegon sighed, completely exasperated, and his eyes unintentionally glazed over as well.

“Listen, if you had asked me at that time, I would have said yes to marrying you. I don't love Helaena, I want you. Come with me and let's leave all this for peace, we simply… we have to start again” with a delicacy that you never thought he was capable of, he leaned in to kiss you. Once, twice, three times…

"I can’t"

"Yes, you can. You don't want to, it's different."

You looked up, still too close to him, and a sob escaped your chest.

“It's just that I... Aegon, don't do this to me.”

“I will treat you like a queen. You will be my queen forever, you just have to come with me.”

You couldn't bear to look at his pleading eyes. You asked yourself: Should you follow your mind or your heart?

The sound of the door opening forced you to jump away and you pushed Aegon behind some curtains, afraid that someone would discover you.

"Mother"

“Are you ready, my girl?” he asked at first. When she noticed your eyes, her brow furrowed “Are you crying?”

“No, no… it's nothing.”

“Ow, love. What's the matter?" carefully she approached you and took your hands in hers. You felt like you were going to break right there “I know you don't want to leave”

“Leave?”

“Back to Dragonstone, of course. I know you like the warm weather of King's Landing better.”

"Oh yeah. That"

You were silent for a moment and then you approached her and hugged her. She wasn’t surprised, as it was common, but she was moved.

“What's wrong with you, huh?”

“Mom, have you ever thought about what would happen if I didn't want to be your heir?”

Rhaenyra froze. All her childhood and adolescence the only thing she had wanted was to be good enough for Viserys and that meant being named the heir to the throne. However, she assumed that you would have the same aspirations and that is why she wanted to demonstrate from the beginning that a first-born daughter had the same value as a first-born son. The mere thought of having hurt you with that decision immediately distressed her.

"What are you talking about?" she was quick to say, pulling you out of your hiding place to look at you.

“I don't know if I'm ready. I'm afraid I won't do it well."

“Oh, it's not about that, honey. You will do excellent, I don't doubt it for a second. I will advise you all the way until the time comes.”

“What if I don't want to do it?” You insisted. Rhaenyra felt her heart hurt a little and tried to hold back her tears. “It's too much pressure, mom. And I don't want you to be angry with me and I don't want you to hate me because I know you've done too much for us..."

“No, I would never be angry with you. Don't even think that, no,” she murmured gently, brushing your hair. “Are you sure you don't want it?”

"I don’t know yet. But I believe yes"

“Okay, okay,” the blonde responded, trying to process the fact that her most beloved daughter didn’t wish to continue the legacy she was forging. But she couldn't do anything, after all “We'll talk about this when we get home, okay? There is still… there is still Dragonstone as an inheritance if you are sure about this. And Jacaerys could take your place. But we have to think very carefully, sweetheart. This shouldn’t be decided right now.”

“You know I would never do anything to harm you, right, mother?”

"I know"

“And I thank you for everything you have given me and done for me.”

“Of course I know, my girl,” she said, smiling at you as gently as possible. “Thank you for telling me, you… you don't disappoint me at all, okay? Don't be afraid” she lovingly leaned down and kissed your forehead, as she had done all her life “Hurry up to leave. We will wait for you in the dragon pit.”

“It's okay, mommy,” you responded, your voice breaking. The woman was about to leave when you spoke again “Avy jorrāelan”

She watched you, from the door, and smiled.

“Issa tolī”

You waited patiently for her to leave, waiting a few extra seconds as a precaution. You then went to where Aegon was only to find him with tears running down his eyes, because while he was listening to the exchange he wondered why Alicent had never treated him that way. The boy thought you were going to throw him out of there and he was surprised when you pulled him by the collar to kiss him.

“If I go with you, you must keep all the promises you just made to me, do you understand?”

“Are you… are you saying you will?”

“Will you keep those promises?” you asked seriously and Aegon nodded frantically. You then shared another passionate kiss.

“Let's go then.”

You took just a couple of personal items to put them in a bag and Aegon suggested you wear a masculine outfit, which you ran to get to his room along with his own belongings.

“How do I know this isn't all a trap?”

“It’s not,” he assured you. He was so eager for you to trust him that he took out the sheath that held your sword and handed it to you “You can kill me if that's the case. But is not"

“I almost forgot it. Thank you"

“Take this,” he added, putting a cloak that was too long on your shoulders. It was probably from Aemond “I know how to get out without being seen, there is a passage.”

Still afraid of what might happen you let him take your hand and you nodded, letting him guide you to said place. You didn't want to imagine Rhaenyra's face when she entered your room to discover your dress placed neatly on the bed, with the jewelry she had given you and a sealed letter on it. You didn't let go of your companion's hand the entire way and once outside you practically ran to the port where the transport that would take you to the other continent was.

Aegon couldn't be happier to have gotten his little princess to accompany him on the crazy plan and he was sure that all things would work out in your favor. Completely devastated, you watched as the vision of King's Landing receded as the ship moved forward, leaving every glimpse of your life you could have.

“We did the right thing,” he assured you, noticing your melancholy and carefully holding your cheeks to kiss you “We will be very happy, I promise.”

You just hoped so. May the seven accompany your path and protect the future queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Viserys died that night. The Dance of the Dragons never happened because of the decision the pair of heirs made in an instant.

Entire years of war, were avoided only by taking a ship to Pentos.

Avy jorrāelan: te amo

Issa tolī: yo también

[solxamber]

helloou can I request headcanons for pomefiore and jamil with a fem reader who since she was little had to be like a mother to the children of the orphanage for being a little older, she even has cute videos (tiktok) of them because she wanted to have a memory of how they grew up, where you can see how she cooked, combed and played with them several very soft moments with her children from the orphanage ~ in resume mc with a great maternal instinct since she was little but who also wants to feel like a normal girl her age: ')) that would be all, sorry if it's a bit long oh thank you <3

Pomefiore + Jamil with a Maternal reader

thanks for the request <3

Vil Schoenheit

When Vil first learns about your background at the orphanage, his initial reaction is one of admiration. Taking care of so many younger children while still being a child yourself is something he respects deeply. However, he’s also concerned that you’ve had to grow up too quickly. His perfectionist tendencies kick in, and he starts looking for ways to make sure you’re also getting the chance to feel like a girl your age.

The first time Vil watches one of your TikToks, his heart surprisingly softens. There’s a clip of you brushing a little girl’s hair, chatting away as if you were the child’s older sister, and another where you’re cooking with a few of the kids, all of them smiling and laughing. He doesn't express it much, but these videos make Vil feel more connected to you. He sees the warmth you give to those children, and he feels a deep respect for your maternal instinct.

In his own way, Vil tries to get you to focus on yourself. “You’ve done more than enough for others,” he says one day while doing your makeup. “Now it’s time for you to feel like the young woman you are.” Vil starts taking you to events with him, showing you the side of life where you don’t have to worry about anyone else for a while. He wants you to have the freedom to experience things you missed growing up—luxury, fashion, and self-care.

When you express worry that maybe it’s selfish to focus on yourself, Vil is quick to shut that thought down. “You are not selfish for wanting to live, darling. You can’t pour from an empty cup.”

Rook Hunt

Rook is immediately fascinated when he learns about your background. He sees you as a rare blend of maturity and innocence, a "vision of kindness," he’d say, with an undeniable strength forged from your years at the orphanage. You are a mystery he wants to observe closely, admiring both your motherly side and your longing for youth.

Watching your TikToks, Rook is enamored. The way you cared for those children, the tenderness in your touch as you braided their hair or made them laugh with silly jokes—it’s all so beautifully poetic to him. He memorizes every detail from those videos, often bringing up specific moments during conversation. “Ah, the way you danced with that little boy—such grace!”

Rook, of course, wants to help you experience the joys of youth. He’s always whisking you away on spontaneous adventures—whether it’s dragging you to a hidden meadow to run free, or convincing you to try a daring stunt during school events. Rook believes you should feel like the young girl you are, despite your past responsibilities.

He’s always telling you that while being a maternal figure is admirable, you deserve to enjoy your life too. “Mon trésor, your heart is vast, but you must remember to keep a little space for your own dreams, non?”

Epel Felmier

Epel is initially surprised when he learns how you practically raised the children at the orphanage. He’s in awe, especially when he watches your TikToks. There’s one where you’re braiding a girl’s hair, another where you’re baking cookies with a group of kids, and Epel can’t help but feel a soft tug in his heart. It’s cute, sure, but also—he respects the heck out of you.

At first, Epel feels like he should protect you. You’ve been responsible for others for so long, and now it’s your turn to have someone look out for you. However, he quickly realizes you’re not someone who needs protecting. If anything, you’re the one who’s been the protector all this time.

He likes teasing you for being “too grown-up,” often encouraging you to relax and do something wild or irresponsible. “C’mon, you don’t gotta be so serious all the time. Let’s go climb that tree!” Epel admires your ability to balance responsibility with moments of fun, but he also wants to be the one to remind you that you can just let loose sometimes.

One day, after watching you work tirelessly to help with a school event, he pulls you aside and insists you join him in some mischief. “You’ve taken care of everyone else for too long. Let someone else worry for once.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil is someone who understands the weight of responsibility, so when he hears about how you took care of the kids at the orphanage, he relates to you more than he’d like to admit. He’s seen some of your TikToks where you’re cooking for the kids, playing with them, and even putting them to bed, and he feels a sense of kinship with you.

He’s impressed with how effortlessly you balanced caring for others while still excelling at your academics. It reminds him of his own situation—always having to juggle his duties. However, he’s a bit concerned that, like him, you might be neglecting your own needs for the sake of others.

Unlike the others, Jamil doesn’t outright tell you to focus on yourself more, but he subtly makes it happen. He cooks for you when you’re too tired, takes care of small errands without you asking, and always ensures you have time for yourself, even if you don’t realize it. “You’ve been looking after everyone for long enough. Let someone take care of you for once,” he’d say quietly, pushing a warm plate of food toward you.

When you express your desire to feel like a normal girl your age, Jamil is surprisingly supportive. He may not show it openly, but he helps you steal moments of freedom whenever possible—whether it’s sneaking away from responsibilities to enjoy a festival or convincing Kalim to handle a task so you can relax for a change. He understands more than anyone how tiring it can be to carry the weight of responsibility, and he quietly vows to make sure you never feel that way again.

Masterlist

[junicult]

!! the bachelors as fathers

contains ; sfw! sooo much fluff. fem!farmer. unnamed child. established relationships — marriage. your child is implied to be around kindergarten age. men that are good w kids hehehe. not proofread / slightly rushed in some parts. i’ll edit it later LOL.

note ; i get asks on this topic at least twice a week. i’m finally caving. here’s my birthday gift to you <3

harvey.

- he was honestly made to be a father.

- despite his taller stature, there was something about him that felt so comforting.

- if a child had walked up to him all alone, sobbing with snot down their nose, he didn’t hesitate to kneel and help them find their parent.

- soothing them, grabbing their hand and asking questions to calm them down.

- no, it wasn’t a daily occurrence but it’s definitely happened to him a couple times. and each and every time he was able to help them relax, and easily reunited them with whomever their guardian was.

- he’s good with kids. always has been.

- he probably even had a babysitting job every now and then when he was younger.

- there’s was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to have his own when he grew up. and when you just so happened to stumble into his life, marrying him with the same ideals…well.

- you obviously knew he wanted kids before you got married.

- and when you realized you wanted him to be the father of your child; was another one of those instances where you got to see just how good he was with them.

- hearing how sweet he’s always been to vincent during his doctor visits, especially when the boy was younger.

- he’s a girl dad. say what you will, but he is.

- he’ll sit at the unbelievably tiny table, cramped in the tiny chair with his knees up to his chest while he tips back the empty teacup and his pinky in the air.

- he’ll even wear the tiara.

- zero complaints.

- you and his daughter would literally be the most important things in the entire world to him. he’d do anything for you two.

- like…ugh. oh my god.

- sometimes you’d come home late, and you’d walk down the hall to hear his gentle voice animatedly in your daughters dark bedroom.

- and you’d peek in, and there he was sitting at the end of her bed, quietly reading while she sleepily listens all tucked in.

- or even times when you’d wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, confused.

- so you’d walk out to go find him, having no clue where the hell he was so you check your daughters bedroom,

- and well, there he is. long ass limbs tucked and haphazardly strewn about to make room for your daughter who lays next to him sleeping peacefully in her toddler bed.

- he’s not asleep (obviously), but he lays with his eyes closed until you gently creak the floorboard.

- “she had a nightmare.” is all he says, and it’s enough to make you smile.

- even though he’s already so health conscious…it only grows after you have a child.

- “did you brush your teeth? make sure to get the gums.” “a balanced breakfast is the perfect way to start the day!” he sounds like a elementary classroom poster.

- the minute someone in the house sniffles…he’s checking everyone’s temperature.

- during the winter, he’s at the door wrapping your daughter in multiple puffy coats, scarves, earmuffs, gloves, before letting her step outside.

- you’re not off the hook either, but you never bundle up the way he wishes you would.

- “why doesn’t mommy have to wear this?” she pouts while he’s helping her in her thick boots.

- “why don’t you ask her that?😊” (he’s instigating.)

- i’m telling you, girl dad.

sam.

- his own kids weren’t on his radar when you guys first started dating.

- but he’s always liked them. especially when vincent was born.

- he was that lowkey irresponsible but very responsible older brother.

- like, he’d be in his teens telling his very impressionable younger brother to say bad words and then would act shocked when he got in trouble for saying them.

- but when it came to being the oldest man in the house while their dad was away, he really showed maturity in helping jodi and being there for them.

- and while you both established a committed relationship, that one day you’d want to be married and have kids—he idealized it a bit more.

- but then again, it was still one of those things you both needed to really think and talk about before you even acted on it, especially since you got married young.

- lol i feel like jodi or marnie forced u guys to watch jas and vincent for a weekend once.

- and after how well it went, that was kinda when it clicked that you guys were ready.

- he’s both a girl dad and a boy dad.

- he’d literally jump for joy for either outcomes. he was just excited to finally be a dad after years of daydreaming of it.

- as much as i don’t wanna say it, i still feel like he’d be much better at the fun stuff then the parenting stuff.

- i just think it’s bc he thinks with his heart more then his head, and when his child is sad and pouting, he’s too sympathetic to hold his ground.

- he wouldn’t leave it all for you to do, but he’d definitely be worse at scolding if you aren’t by his side.

- like, she colored all over the walls or something. his initial reaction would be to freak out and find a way to clean it before you’d find out (he doesn’t wanna add more work to your busy day), but then he’d scold.

- “no, don’t do that. wall, bad. paper, good. understand? nod if you understand,” …well he’s trying.

- then you’d come home to see him scrubbing the walls while your child blissfully doodles in her coloring book on the floor beside him.

- if he had a son, he’d have a little bit of practice from those few years where he babysat vince.

- lol, there’s a lot of features your son would inherit between the two of you.

- but personality wise…your son is definitely a mini-sam.

- and imagine one day, it’s the early stages of spring so sam’s typical allergies start to act up.

- you’ve always known how to handle him when he gets really sick. but picture your red-nosed, leaky-eyed husband standing behind you while you rummage through the medicine cabinet,

- and all of a sudden you hear a familiar sniffle from down the hall.

- you just freeze, slowly turning to face sam who’s making the same face that you are. until he starts to laugh.

- yeah. so now here you are, both of your boys snuggled in bed with the same sickly look, mumbling about how grateful they are that you’re there to care for them.

- and here’s the thing. if your son is sam’s mini-me…then i can assure you you’re stuck with two of the clingiest boys by your side.

shane.

- he never really thought he’d get a loving, happy family of his own.

- but he definitely daydreamed of it in times when he really just wanted an escape.

- he was always the best with jas.

- he doesn’t necessarily treat her like his daughter. but it’s not like she gives him any reason to.

- he doesn’t treat her like a child, per say. just kind of like another person. probably bc of their trauma bond lol

- he cares for her like an older brother cares for his little sister.

- so even though he has jas in his life, someone he cares for so strongly, he still doesn’t think of himself as being a good father.

- when he met you though, and you were so reassuring and sweet, that thought definitely changed.

- it went from him seeing a life alone, to pondering a family of his own.

- when he finally had the motivation to clean himself up, it approached a couple years since he’s been sober and it was definitely in the forefront of his mind to start a family with you.

- i also think of him as a girl dad. i can’t picture him as a boy dad at all not even gonna lie 😭

- like he’d be the kind of dad that would dress as the supporting character in your daughter’s favorite movie for halloween (spirits eve wtvr)

- also the kind of dad that’d join in on tea parties as well, just with the most plain look on his face despite him not minding being there.

- also…let me tell you there would be a whole inside joke swear jar thing in ur house.

- when your daughter was old enough to decipher what words were “good” and “bad,” the swear jar became very important.

- i think it started when you were pregnant.

- “ah fuck, i think i cooked this wrong. damnit.” he’d mumble.

- “we should probably stop saying those before the baby comes.” you hum, and he looks at you all confused.

- “saying what?” bc they’re in his daily vocabulary to the point where he forgets they’re “inappropriate.”

- so there came the swear jar. and every now and then it’d be a little inside joke when he swore, you’d look at him like, “drop a dollar in the jar😁”

- and when you’d say one, he was so petty matching your exact tone and smile.

- your daughter just grew up with it. it became an even bigger inside joke when you were all sitting at the kitchen table one night, he leans in to take a bite of food and, “shit! that’s hot.”

- before you even said anything your daughter smiles exactly like you would, “that’s a dollar in the swear jar, daddy.”

- ur both STUNNED. and also very proud in a sense.

- you just burst out laughing while he tries to think of a counter, but really, he’s too amused to even say anything back (thus drops a dollar in the jar!)

- 😓😓he’d be the sweetest when it came to his daughter all sad about something.

- no matter what it was. even if she as much as scrapes her knee, he would be so affectionate.

- he’s not the “walk it off” kind of dad.

- if she came to him sobbing, he’d immediately calm her down by picking her up and propping her on the couch, searching for the stuff you use for wounds in the cabinets.

- “it’s okay, you’re okay. it was just a little scrape, you won’t even feel it tomorrow.”

- and he’s wiping her tears, pressing a kiss to her forehead before going into the freezer and getting her ice cream (before dinner😨) saying, “don’t tell mommy, okay?”

- although you try finish up work early enough to tuck your daughter in bed, sometimes you end up running late.

- so uh…shane sometimes forgets to put her to bed, and of course she’s not gonna say anything!!! bedtime is a child’s worst nightmare!

- and usually when that happens, you’d end up coming home to the sight of the two of them, knocked out sharing the same blanket on the couch, cuddled up together while the tv’s still on.

- and when that happens, well, you find it a little hard to take that sight away.

sebastian.

- girl dad. sorry i just had to start with it.

- maybe i could see him with a son, but honestly…no i can’t.

- but i’m not gonna lie to you,

- for a while i feel like he didn’t want kids. not really at least.

- he’d think about them and it was always a nice idea, until he really thought about it and all the mess that babies come with lol.

- plus at the point in his life when you two met, he just wasn’t ready. for a while at least.

- when you talked about it, the topic of children was only on the table. you knew you wanted them, just not yet.

- it took a good handful of years before you actively started trying.

- even though he was prepared during your pregnancy, i feel like it didn’t hit him he was a father until after ur baby was born.

- he fell in love. swear.

- like…that tiny, wrinkly little lump was his. he helped make that. and not only was it his but it was also the woman he loves’.

- it took him a while to get into the system of it all when it came to caring for the baby. i’m talking changing diapers, feeding, burping, things like that.

- but when he was left alone with her, he was kinda in his own little world. he could hold her all day and never get tired.

- and that was a concept so crazy to him bc he didn’t get that kind of love from a father growing up.

- which is exactly why i feel like he’d actually be such a great dad.

- he could be stern when he needed to be, but never strict.

- “eat your greens,” kinda dad LMAO. especially if you were the one to make them.

- when she’d come up to him with the messiest doodle of your little family on a piece of paper, he’d think of it as a masterpiece.

- he’s not very expressive tho LOL like he’d look at the drawing and only smile, a little “thank you,” in a sweet tone.

- that’s just how he is lol. on the inside he’s sobbing.

- it would always end up on the fridge.

- he spends a lot of time at home.

- which results in a lot of time he spends with your daughter, even while he’s doing his own thing on his computer working.

- but nearly every day he was greeted with a, “daddy, can we go somewhere? what’s mommy doing?” and depending on where you were, he’d help get her shoes on and take her out on a walk to go find you.

- she got her outdoorsy side from you, that’s for sure. but because she needs a guardian, he’s gotten much more used to being outside.

- it was often you’d be working on your crops outside, wiping sweat from your forehead & turn around to your daughter eagerly wanting to help.

- now, this is not to say that your relationship w sebastian was poor before you had your daughter, i’m not saying that at all,

- but because of her adventurous personality, and clinginess to the both of you—your bond grew even more.

- “she wanted to see you.” he’d sheepishly smile, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead while you both turn and watch her feed the chickens.

- “didn’t you have that website to finish?”

- “…okay i wanted to see you too.”

alex.

- absolutely wanted a family. holy shit there’s zero doubt in my mind.

- he’s kinda wanted a more traditional household, probably based on the ideals he grew up with.

- but he absolutely didn’t mind you being the breadwinner. he honestly enjoyed it much more.

- he’d spend hours daydreaming about living on the farm with you. carrying one child on his shoulders and holding the other’s hand while guiding them around the town’s fair.

- and lowkey, i feel like one of his favorite topics of conversation was discussing how your children would be raised lol

- talking in bed at night like, “i think our son would be a gridball fan. maybe even grow up to be a player himself.” while he sighs longingly.

- which also ties into me believe he’s a boy dad. you know he is.

- i definitely feel like he’d have a boy and a girl. it’s his dream.

- he’d be fine with two boys or two girls but when he daydreamed about his future, it was always you, your son & your daughter.

- it’s just once again the traditional picture of a household and even though i don’t really think he’s that old fashioned after he met you, i still believe he’d want 2 kids.

- he would seriously daydream it all the time. the months of your pregnancy, when you found out it was a boy he really saw his future fitting like a puzzle piece.

- after a couple years, your son (who may i add was literally his mini-me) got a bit older, you both discussed it was time for another.

- and when you found out it was a girl…god. i definitely think he cried, disagree all you want.

- he’s such a caring dad. i believe he wants the best for his children, and he knows what it was like to be neglected so i can never imagine him being like that.

- first of all, you already know every single day of the summer he’s bringing them down to the beach.

- packing a bag, (that takes him halfway through the day before he realized he forgot towels) propping up beach chairs & an umbrella for shade.

- he’s never opposed to a good sand castle. especially when he remembers to bring the little molds that help with the foundation.

- kneels in the shallow end, standing close to his kids when they want to swim.

- and he’s always a fan of recapping it with you at the end of the day.

- “tell mommy what you found at the beach,” he ushers, bouncing your daughter on his hip while your son eagerly begins.

- i feel like after having children, not only is he a good dad, but he becomes an even better husband to you.

- he just loves how hard you work for him and your family, so you can bet on mother’s day, or your birthday, he’ll be all about making it special for you.

- all of them wake up earlier then you, making breakfast (well, watching him make breakfast) before they put it all on a plate and deliver it to you in bed.

- ur the kind of parents that other parents are jealous of, y’know?

- he’s just so in love with you, and the kids you made. it makes him love you even more.

elliott.

- he’s always wanted kids. he would find himself daydreaming, even when he was in his early twenties, about one day raising a child with the person he loves.

- when he met you was the start of his writing career.

- at that point, it was a little underwhelming, which was the perfect opportunity to get start a relationship with you.

- you were both fairly busy, but the thing about his job was he could lounge in your cottage while you were off working,

- and when you were able to spare a few minutes, you could stop in and see him.

- while your relationship progressed, you began the discussion of getting married and having children one day.

- it just so happened to be right when his career was taking off when you finally settled into your lives together.

- which postponed trying for a little while, but eventually you were able to.

- lol, i’m gonna say it;

- without a DOUBT a girl dad.

- oh my god he would daydream of having a little you running around, tuft red hair with your sweet smile.

- and with how melodramatic he is, imagine that projected onto your daughter LMAO.

- if you couldn’t find him in his typical writing room sometimes, all u had to do was walk to your daughters room where he propped up his own little desk.

- just so he could be near her.

- he also is just entranced at all times, he loves holding her, just looking at her.

- he’s extremely helpful.

- for the most part, he was always immediate to react if your newborn needed something. the second she’s cry, he was up on his feet telling you to stay put.

- he’s just very understanding with how busy you are, and he never minded spending more time with his daughter.

- if it was the middle of the night, and she needed something, he’d always shake his head to you pushing off your blankets, whispering, “i got it, my love. go back to sleep, i’m sure she’s fine.”

- especially on days where he knows you’re particularly stressed, he’s not letting you lift a finger.

- anyways, it carried on when your daughter got older, too.

- she’d walk in all, “mommy, i threw up,” & he was on his feet to help before you even registered what happened.

- he’s just always been fantastic help.

- one of his favorite things to do is read to her.

- similar to harvey, except ten times more.

- he’s acting out each part, using different voices for different characters, making a grand show of it all just to hear his daughter giggle.

- it’s become a habit every night, and since you’re typically busy most evenings, it’s often you’ll come in to find him mid-storytelling.

- even if you intend on reading to her, you always end up stopping to let him finish. he’s so entertaining with it that even you’re interested in this plot line for 2 year olds.

- he’ll never skip this routine.

- and when he kisses her goodnight, he tucks her in, pushes her hair from her forehead and bends down to plant a soft kiss.

- “goodnight, sweetheart. sweet dreams.” he always says.

- he’s gentle with you, he’s even gentler with her.

[janeyseymour]

Sweet Like Honey

Summary: a request from a long time ago that the reader has bad anxiety. The staff begins to talk about R and her life choices... Melissa finds out and takes matters into her own hands.

WC: ~3.75k

Growing up with debilitating anxiety was not fun. From the time you were young, you were anxious. You barely talked in school, social gatherings made you nervous, eating out in public made your heart race, being in new places was a huge challenge.

As you grew older, the smaller things became easier for you, but with age, other things became challenges. Dating was practically out of the question, and other anxieties filled the spots that you grew out of.

The idea of getting older and having to become an adult was daunting, but you managed. You surprised yourself in an odd way too- the profession you chose is known to be an anxiety-inducing one: teaching. And yet, you’re fantastic at it. Because when push comes to shove, everything you do is for the kids. It’s selfless, and you can put your anxieties aside when you’re looking out for someone that isn’t yourself.

Sure, things like parent-teacher conferences, open house nights, and the idea of having to go to social gatherings with your coworkers rattles you, but you’re a natural when it comes to working with the children.

The one thing that makes all of the stressors of teaching and life just the slightest bit easier? You’re married to the redheaded second grade teacher. If anybody asked you, you would quickly tell them that you have no idea how you got Melissa Schemmenti to marry you. She is the exact opposite of you- strong and hardheaded, able to speak her mind, loud and crass. And yet the two of you fit perfectly together, and your marriage is one of the happier relationships you’ve seen. She’s able to help you stand up for yourself, and you have a way of keeping her calm and relaxed when she gets a bit too fired up about something.

Even with having your wonderful spouse at work with you, there are moments where she can’t quite be there for you in times of trouble. So it’s safe to say that some of the staff has caught you in moments that you can’t quite say are some of your best.

Barbara has caught you with your head in your hands on days where you’re stressed with teaching and also Melissa because she’s sick. Janine knows that you have a hard time when it comes to report cards because she’s had the unfortunate pleasure of finding you in the copy room practically ripping out your hair. Jacob and Mr. Morton have witnessed tears during periods of classroom buddy times. Ava has seen you in tears more times than you are willing to admit. Gregory, as your grade level partner, has come to realize that planning things out and things not going to plan induce more anxiety in you than it does in him, and that’s saying a lot. And Melissa sees all of this, and then some when the two of you are in the comfort of your own home. There have been many nights that end with you curled up next to her, tears drying on your face as she holds you and promises you that everything will be okay.

Today is… it isn’t a great day. You wake up in a sweat because of an anxiety riddled dream about only God knows what (you wish you could remember). Your wife asks you to drive to work today, which is quite uncommon. The redhead knows that you aren’t necessarily fond of driving in the city, especially during rush hours, but her head hurts. So you nod nervously and just barely got the two of you to school today without any tears. Then during the staff meeting, Ava dumps a shit ton of new information on you that makes you want to cry. And then after, a few of the other teachers ask questions that only make your anxiety worse about having to carry out these new testing periods, and your tears do begin to fall.

You feel a gentle squeeze of your hand as the pad of your wife’s thumb wipes your tears. She looks at you with those warm, comforting eyes that she saves for when you need to be grounded. All you can do is nod half-heartedly and look down in your lap for the rest of the staff meeting.

As soon as the faculty is dismissed from the library, you’re out of your seat and booking it down to your classroom. Melissa follows you silently, and as soon as you’re in the confines of your own classroom with the door closed, your tears begin to fall at a rapid pace. When your wife asks you to talk about what has you so overwhelmed, you reduced to small gasps for air as she strokes your hair softly and coaches you through different breathing exercises. Only once you’ve come down from a mild anxiety attack do you let out your fears.

“I’m going to fail,” you whisper. “I don’t want to fail.”

She frowns, and the lines in her forehead only deepen as she looks at you with a sadness in her eyes. “Honey, you won’t fail. You never do.”

“It’s becoming too much,” you say shakily. “When I became a teacher, I- I wasn’t expecting it to be this hard.”

“Amore,” the redhead sighs softly as her soft hands begin to trace patterns on your shoulder. “How many times have we been thrown curveballs working here?”

You shrug your shoulders up and down and give her a pitiful look. “A lot.”

“And we always make it through, yeah? Even when it gets hard, we always lean on each other and get it done, right?”

You nod your head, just barely.

“So what would make this situation any different?”

“We- we’re getting new programs for all of our core subjects, we have to learn all new testing and data methods, and-”

“And we’re going to be just fine. We always break it down into smaller tasks so it isn’t as daunting, and we always have each other and the rest of the group to help us out, right?”

“Right,” you huff quietly. “But I-”

“Hun, I get that you’re nervous about this. Hell, so am I, if I’m being honest. But we’re going to be okay. We always are,” Melissa promises you with a soft kiss to the temple.

“You’re right,” you tell your wife with the smallest smile.

The corners of her lips turn upwards, and she presses another warm kiss to your hairline. “When are you just going to admit that I’m always right?” she teases you.

“Well,” you chuckle through the last of your tears. “There was that one time…”

Green eyes are rolled playfully. “And you’ll never let me forget it. Now, how about we go meet with the group and try to figure out the important bits of all the convoluted shit Ava was yappin’ on about?”

You take a deep breath and shake your hands out before standing from your chair and putting on a brave face.

After this morning’s episode, your friends are a lot more gentle with you. Any time that the two of you are together, your wife is by your side trying to provide as much silent comfort as possible.

Unfortunately for you, your lunch was taken from you by a student issue, so the only time for you to eat is during your preparation period while your students are in gym class. And while your kids have gym, your wife is busy teaching her children about only God knows what- math, but how is she teaching it is a wonder to you. You take the long way around the school just to get a glimpse into her classroom, and you can see her sitting at her desk with a soft smile as she helps one of her students. It makes your heart warm. And then you’re on your way to the staff lounge to retrieve some of the leftover polenta your wife had made for dinner the previous night.

Right before you push the door open though, you can hear the third grade teachers chatting. And they’re… they’re talking about you. 

“Don’t you just think it’s weird that a woman with that much anxiety about… literally everything is a teacher?” you can hear one of the women say.

You hear collective hums. And then another teacher pipes up. “And it’s even weirder to see Schemmenti go all soft for her… That ain’t the Melissa we started with.”

“That’s for damn sure.”

“How do you think that one ended up with her?”

“That’s the million dollar question,” another laughs. “I know it wasn’t Y/N. She was probably scared to shit the first time Melissa even tried to talk to her.”

“I kinda miss scary Schemmenti,” an older teacher says. “Those were the days… threatening parents and grandparents. Where’d that one go? Now she’s soft as hell.”

“Well, when you end up with someone like that-“ You can practically hear the disgust in your colleagues voice. “-You can’t be like that anymore. You gotta turn into Miss Honey or she’d lose her shit damn near every day. Pathetic. Holding her back, really.”

“It’s a damn shame,” the first teacher says. “I used to respect the hell outta Schemmenti for not lettin’ no one get in her way, but now… about as soft as Barbara Howard.”

Instinctively, you want to cry. But you know you can’t do that. You have to get your lunch, and then you can’t go fall into the arms of your wife. You have to return back to your own classroom and attempt to look at the new curriculum, despite the fact that it makes your heart rate skyrocket to even think about it. And now that you know what people think of the two of you… you almost don’t want to. You want to prove to them… and maybe yourself, that you’re a lot more than what they think of you.

So, with a soft smile, you push the door open and give your colleagues a wave. Your lunch is retrieved quickly, and you make your way out with nothing else said.

As the door is closing, you can hear one of them ask, “Do you think she heard us?”

“If she did, she’d be in tears. I think we’re good.”

You did. You heard everything they said, and you silently grin victoriously- you didn’t let the tears fall down your face like they so desperately wanted to.

Only once you’re in the confines of your classroom do you let the sobs that want to rack your body out. You allow yourself to feel everything, even as you scroll through page after page of information on your computer. And ten minutes before you have to pick your kids up from specials, you pull yourself together and ensure in that you look put together enough to go out into the hallways and have no one suspect a thing.

You make it through the rest of the day unscathed and without any trace of tears or suspicion that you’re upset with anything. You see the kids out for the day with a smile on your face, and when you catch a glance at your wife during dismissal, she smiles at you broadly. It’s clear to you that she was not expecting you to be in such high spirits what with everything happening at the school lately- and she doesn’t even know what you had overheard earlier in the day.

You’re even able to manage to keep that smile on your face as Melissa drives home. You don’t speak anything of the lunch room conversation, allowing her to believe that everything was perfect and beautiful.

And when the redhead pulls into the driveway and brings your knuckles up to her lips, you practically melt.

Over dinner, she does ask how you’re faring with the new curriculum. As opposed to bursting into tears and becoming an anxiety riddled mess like she expects you to, you give her the most confident smile you can muster up.

“I’ll be fine,” you tell her.

Melissa raises her brow. That was not what she was expecting. It’s clear your wife was ready to hold you through the rest of the night while you spiraled, as you tend to do when routines and normalities are changed in your life. 

“That’s good, hun,” she tells you, although it’s clear she’s trying to see if you’re being serious. 

You just nod along before helping to clean up dinner that night.

As you settle on the couch, you don’t sit quite as close to your wife as you usually would. On a normal night, you practically curl into her side and lounge across her. But after today, you think that maybe you need to back off.

In bed, you’re used to wrapping an arm around Melissa and falling asleep with a mouthful of red hair. But tonight, you lay in your own space.

“What’re you doing?” the woman you married asks.

You just turn to face her, brows creased. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you usually snuggle up,” Melissa tells you.

You shrug softly. “‘m hot tonight.”

That gets the second grade teacher to prop herself up on her elbows. She frowns. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Just hot,” you sigh softly. “I’m fine. Go to bed, hun.”

Your wife eyes you suspiciously for a few seconds before sighing. She leans over to kiss you. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The days continue on like this- you pretending that you’re more than fine. In reality, your anxiety spikes everyday more so than usual. But you fight off those feelings of nervousness and continue to put on a brave face.

It takes Melissa a week of your unusual confidence to finally confront you about the distancing you’ve been doing. You’ve been taking your lunch during your preparation period, you haven’t brought up the fact that you’re stressed about the new systems being put into place at work, you don’t cozy up to her on the couch or in bed anymore. It’s… what is happening? Are you mad at her?

“So,” your wife sighs quietly once you’ve changed into pajamas and are sitting on the couch together to watch whatever is on. You turn to look at her. “Are you mad at me?”

Your brows furrow, and you shake your head. “No? Why would I be mad at you, babe?”

“I dunno,” Melissa shrugs. She takes your hand gently. “I just feel like you’ve been distancing yourself from me since last Tuesday.”

“No,” you say immediately. “I’m not mad at you, and I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve been distancing myself.”

“Why are you?” your wife asks softly.

“Why am I what?”

“Distancing yourself…” The redhead trails off before sighing and fiddling with her fingers. “Not showin’ up to eat lunch together, or not talkin’ to me really, or bein’ close to me.”

“I-“ Your eyes flit to hers, and you can see she’s wounded by your actions, or lack thereof. “I’ve just been busy, honey.”

“Doing?” Melissa prompts.

You shrug. “Trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with these new systems and all.”

Melissa quirks her lips. “We usually do that together.”

“I figured I would try to figure it out,” you tell her quietly. “Y-you know?”

Green eyes look to yours. “We usually do it together,” she repeats. “So you don’t get so stressed you can’t eat or nothin’.”

“I’ve been eating,” you argue weakly. “And I just wanted to… try to figure it out for us so that you could keep up with your students, and I wouldn’t hold you back.”

“Hold me back?” Your wife’s eyes get big. “What the hell does that mean?”

You shrug and finally dare to look at her for more than a split second. She sees in that instant that something happened to have you feeling this way.

“What happened, mi amore?”

Whatever was holding you together this entire week breaks, and you crumble. You tell her how you’ve been concerned with work, but also that you heard the teachers questioning your choice in becoming a teacher despite your near debilitating anxiety issues. You see the way Melissa angrily clenches and unclenches her jaw as you tell her these things.

And then you whisper, “And they were questioning how the two of us ever got together.”

“Why the hell would they do that?” Your wife’s eyes fill with fire. “They ain’t got no business talking about-”

“Said that since we got together, you haven’t been the Melissa they started with,” you hiccup out. “Th- that to be with someone like me, you have to be like Miss Honey, or I’d lose my shit everyday, and I-”

“Jesus Christ,” Melissa grumbles as she pulls you into her arms and holds you close. “I swear to God, tomorrow I’m ripping someone a-”

“And so it got me think- thinking,” you mumble. “That I’m not good enough for you if you can’t be the tough Schemmenti that you are deep down… that I’m just holding you back from finding a true love and happiness.”

You feel a soft hand cup your cheek, and you’re forced to look into emerald eyes filled with so much love and determination. “Mi amore, I want you to understand one thing: You are more than enough for me.”

“But what if-”

“There is no if,” your wife tells you firmly. “You are more than enough for me, and you do not hold me back. You make me better. I am the happiest that I’ve ever been with you right by my side for these last years.”

“But you used to be so respected because you were tough, and now you’re…”

“A little softer, yes,” Melissa smiles at you. “But I wouldn’t change that shit for the world if it means I get to have you by my side. And if these people want a tough Schemmenti, they’re sure as hell gonna get her now that I know they’re saying shit like this.”

“Mel, it’s fine,” you whisper. “I’ll be fine, just like you always tell me.”

“You might be fine, but they ain’t. No way they go around talking about you and questioning your teaching abilities, and then our marriage.”

That night, you find your place back into your wife’s arms as you crawl into bed. As your drifting off, she kisses your head and tells you that you’re it for her- there is no better than you. You get the best night’s sleep that you have in a week. It feels good to be held again.

The next day, you fall back into your old routine, but you have to admit you’re a bit of a nervous mess to walk back into Abbott knowing your wife could go off at any point when she realizes who was talking about the two of you.

It doesn’t take her long. You’re both sitting there enjoying your morning cups of coffee, fingers interlaced, when the group of teachers who was gossiping about the two of you walks in. Your wife catches the way they roll their eyes before nudging each other in a playful manner. The teacher who stated that she missed the old Schemmenti snickers.

Melissa frowns. “You got something you wanna share with the class, Jodie?” 

The woman just hums. The second grade teacher looks to you, and a silent nod tells her that this is the group that you had overheard the other week.

“Oh, I think you do,” your wife smiles all too sweetly for the venom practically dripping out of her voice. “So, go ahead. Or would you rather I tell you what I know?”

“Lissa,” you tug on her arm gently. “Just leave it. It’s fine.”

Jodie smirks. It looks like because you’re going to calm your wife, she isn’t going to get the third degree. Oh, how wrong she is.

“So, why the hell were my and my wife’s names comin’ out of your mouths last week?” The redhead crosses her arms over her chest. She dares them to answer.

Your coworker opens and closes her mouth a few times, clearly looking for her words, but she comes up empty.

So Melissa jumps in. She practically jumps down your colleagues throats as she berates them for not only speaking of you in such a way, but for doing it where you could hear them. “You’re filling her head with a bunch of bullshit that she isn’t a good enough teacher, or-”

“Cause she’s not,” Jodie dares to huff.

Oh, if looks could kill. Barbara ends up coming in while your wife is screaming in the other teacher’s face, and she has to practically pull your wife out of the room kicking and screaming.

Your wife’s work wife is only able to hold her back for so long before Melissa comes storming back into the room. “And how dare you to go as far as questioning our marriage? Insinuating that she isn’t good enough for me, and then calling her pathetic? You thought I turned soft? Yeah, for her. For the rest of youse, watch it, because you don’t know who you’re messing with.” She points an accusatory finger at each of them, before turning to you. You watch as the anger disappears from her eyes. And for as rough and gravelly as her voice had been while she was addressing your coworkers, it turns straight to honey for you.

“C’mon babe,” Melissa stretches her hand out and takes yours gently in her own. “Leave these pathetic losers, and we can go enjoy our coffee in my room.”

Frozen in your place, you just continue to stare at the redhead. She- she’s terrifying when she’s pissed. But at the same time, she just defended your honor, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. You’re only broken from your trance when you feel her arm wrap around your waist and begin to force you walk with her. You halt for a brief second, just to pick up your hot drinks, and then you’re on your way down the hall.

Your coworkers just stare at each other as they try to comprehend what just took place.

And your wife can say one thing: Melissa may have softened up as the years have gone on, but it doesn’t take much for her to bring back to rough and tumble side of her- especially when it comes to defending you.

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[imtryingbuck]

Eleven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 2,511

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names, nothing to major I don’t think.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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“I would like to adopt her”

~~~

It’s been nearly four years since Y/n was adopted by Howard and his wife Maria at first she was confused about what was happening when she had to leave Bucky’s home and go with Howard.

The couple already had a son named Tony who was ten at the time, at first he was distant with her until he heard crying during the night, he listened out to see if his mother or father would go and check on her upon hearing nothing more other than her whimpers he climbed out of his bed and made his way into her room.

“It’s okay you’re having a bad dream. Wake up Y/n.” He stayed with her until she fell back to sleep, softly stroking her hair as he read her the bed time story his mother was reading to her earlier that night.

Tony grew to be overprotective of his little sister.

He didn’t care about starting fights when he heard she was being bullied at school, glaring at those who stared at bit to long for his liking. Though he would never admit to it but he was actually jealous of Y/n’s friendship with Bucky and Steve, especially with Bucky.

Her first Christmas spent with the Starks was magical to her; the huge Christmas tree, the pretty lights, the food and the presents. So, so many presents.

As the years passed Howard and Maria watched proudly as Y/n came more and more out of her shell, became independent. They found out that she was quite a cheeky little girl cheeky monkey Howard called her, she would always stick her tongue out at him after he called her that. Maria loved it when Y/n would sit in between her legs and toss her hair back a silent way of asking her to play with her hair. They loved her equally as much as they loved Tony. 

“Ducky get back here!” She screamed.

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to hit me!”

“No I’m not I promise” liar liar pants on fire she sang to herself.

Bucky stopped running slowly turning to face her with his eyes squinting. “Bunny I told you I know when your lying”

“Ducky.” Her hands going to her hips as she cocks her hip to the side just like she had seen her momma do “I’m not lying I swear it, just come here”

“Say please”

“Please”

“Say Bucky’s amazing”

“Bucky’s amazing”

“Now say I love Bucky so so so much”

“Eww I’m not saying that!”

“Then I won’t come to yo-“

“I love Bucky so so so much. Happy?”

“Yep” Bucky grinned as he walked over stopping in front of her “ow ow, Bunny stop! You said you wouldn’t hit me!” He cries out.

“You. Pushed. Me. Over. In. The. Mud!” She says smacking him.

“It was funny”

“Was not! Now I’m dirty and momma won’t like it”

“Aww. But it was funny though you have to admit”

It…it kind of was.

“It’s not funny and you have no right in touching her” Tony says loudly walking over from where he was sitting.

“I-I…we were just playing”

“We were just playing” Tony mocks “you could have really hurt her”

“I would never hurt Bunny”

“Her names Y/n. Repeat after me Y/n”

“I know what her name is Tony”

“Well stop calling her that ridiculous name-“

“Hey! I like when he calls me Bunny, Tone why are you being mean for?”

“He should be hanging out with kids his own age”

“I’m a year older than her…”

Tony stands there and raises an eyebrow, glancing around the yard he pulls out a cigarette out of its packet “I don’t care stop hanging around my sister”

“You’re not allowed to smoke! Momma said it’s bad”

“Like I care! You” he points at Bucky “don’t talk to my sister ever aga-“

“Shut up Tony, he’s my friend”

“You’ll stay away from him Y/n/n” 

Making a show of herself getting closer to Bucky she took his hand in hers “No. You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Listen here you little brat you’ll do as-“

“Ducky…”

“Yeah”

“Run!”

“Get back here Y/n!”

Hand in hand they take off running back into the house with Tony close behind them. 

“Woah woah slow down kiddo’s”

“Sorry Mr George”

“Sorry dad” they call out at the same time.

“Momma, momma Tony smoking again!”

“What?”

“Me and Ducky was playing outside and Tony said the Ducky can’t call me Bunny anymore or be my friend anymore and he pulled out that white stick that he’s not allowed to have” she breathes out, slightly out of breath from her running.

“Ma…she’s lying” Tony speaks hesitantly as his mother glares at him.

“No she’s not!” Bucky’s quick to defend Bunny.

“Y/n sweetie why don’t you and James go back outside and carry on playing, I’ll call you in when lunch is ready” Maria says softy yet leaving no room to argue.

“Bu-Y/n I’m really sorry for pushing you over, I-I was just playing” Bucky says once they’re back outside.

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n…”

“No no no I’m Bunny to you”

“But Tony said-“

“Ignore Tony! Please Ducky” 

“Okay”

“What’s my name?”

“Miss poo poo pants” he grinned.

Y/n loved going to school even though she had no friends and was bullied quite often. She tried desperately to make friends just like Maria told her to do but none of the other kids wanted to be friends with her.

She was that one kid who was always alone and sometimes often seen talking to herself, she would run from one class to the next just so she wasn’t late and ate her food in the bathroom.

Despite always being alone she loved school.

One time Maria made her go to a sleepover that she wasn’t invited too, Maria spoke with the girls mom and that Friday night she was taken to the house for this sleepover.

It was a nightmare.

The other girls didn’t speak to her, they didn’t let her join in the fun activities. When it was time to sleep she settled down in her sleeping bag and feel asleep, waiting for the morning to come so she could leave.

When she woke her heart broke.

They had cut all her hair off.

“W-why di-did you do t-t-this?” She stuttered out, gripping the pile of hair they had cut off.

“It’s funny” one of the girls giggled.

Y/n grabbed her things and ran out of the room and down the stairs passing the mom on her way out, missing the grin on the woman’s face. She sat outside the home waiting for her momma to pick her up, tears streaming heavily down her face.

“Y/n? What-“

“T-they cut my hair off momma”

“Sweet baby come here”

Y/n climbed into Maria’s arms clinging on for dear life. Her hair was so long and curly and she loved it, it now came to her shoulders and was cut messily.

“I’ll get my friend to do it properly, okay? She’ll make it look nice and we’ll get ice cream afterwards yeah?”

“M-my hair momma”

“I know baby, it’ll grow back I promise”

Maria’s friend did in fact make her hair nicer but the problem was that it was now a little bit shorter than what the mean girls did. Y/n shook her head at the opportunity to get ice cream, all she wanted to do was go home and get into bed.

“What happened angel?” Howard asked when he came out of his office - the one place Y/n wasn’t allowed to explore - concerned and shocked at seeing his daughter red eyed and short hair.

“They cut my hair off because it was funny”

“Did you want them too?”

“No dada I was asleep”

“Oh angel.” He kneels down in front of her, his hands cold as he presses them on both sides of her head. “You still look very pretty”

“But my hair looks stupid”

“It doesn’t look stupid darling”

“It does!”

“No it doesn’t. Don’t try and argue back missy. I wouldn’t lie to you Y/n you know this”

“Sorry dada, can I go to bed please?”

“It’s okay and you can, I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready okay”

“Okay” she rushes off upstairs and to her bedroom, climbing into her bed she laid there and with shaky hands she ran her fingers through her hair. Crying as she dreads Bucky’s reaction, knowing he loves her long hair.

Bucky walked into Howard’s house with Steve next to him, wondering where Bunny was.

“She’s in the backyard boys“

“Thanks Miss Maria” they call over their shoulders already making their way outside.

“Hi Bunny”

“Hi Ducky, hi Steve”

“Why do you look sad?” Steve says after he said his greeting.

“Why are you wearing your hood up?” Bucky then questions.

“Please please please don’t be mad”

“Why would I be mad Bun?”

“Because-“ her hands move towards the hood and slowly pulled it down, eyes casted downwards. “-of this”

“Bun…” Bucky gasped with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sorry” she cries.

“You had your hair cut?”

“I didn’t want to I swear!”

“Why did you let your ma do it then?”

“I didn’t, she didn’t, I was at a sleepover and the girls did it. They cut my hair wh-when I was asleep Ducky”

Bucky moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her as she cried. “It’s okay Bunny, it looks nice. Doesn’t it Stevie”

“Super nice” Steve agrees.

“It looks stupid!”

“It doesn’t”

After pulling away Bucky wiped the tears away and frowned, he always hated seeing her cry because he didn’t know what to do to make the tears stop from falling.

“Do you want to carry on playing fairies?” He asked knowing that she loved playing that game.

“Okay”

They played for hours, Bucky missing the way her hair flowed behind her as she ran. Missing the way it would always tangle itself around her body.

He didn’t know these girls who did this to his Bunny but he hated them.

“Bunny guess what?”

Lifting her head off the ground she looked over at him “what?”

“It’s nearly Christmas”

“I know, I’ve been good this year have you?”

“Of course. What do you think Santa will bring you?”

“A pony”

“A pony? How will Santa be able to put a pony on his sled Bun?”

“Magic” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Magic?”

“Yep, what do you think Santa will be bringing you?”

“A bike”

“You already have one…”

“I know but I want a new one”

“Oh. Well I’ll be getting a pony and you’ll be getting a bike because we’ve been really good this year”

“That’s true”

They both lay back down and carry on watching the fluffy clouds go past. Y/n really hoped that she was getting a pony whilst Bucky was also hoping the same thing for her.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“Will you be spending Christmas with us again?”

“I’m not sure why?”

“I want you to”

“Why?”

“Because your smelly”

“That makes no sense”

“You don’t make no sense”

They fall back into silence as the clouds go by.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“We’ll be friends forever won’t we?”

“Of course”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once again.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once…again.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“My ma’s having a baby”

“What?”

“Yeah she’s having a baby”

“I want one”

“You can’t”

“Why not?”

“Your not married”

“Oh. Well can you marry me?”

“Why?”

“So I can have a baby”

“Okay”

“So…are we married now?”

“Yeah I think so”

“Good, that’s good”

“Should we tell our parents?”

“Okay”

Bucky stands up first and hold his hand out for her to take, hand in hand they head inside to where their parents were talking.

“Ma dad uncle Howard and Aunt Maria me and Bunny have to tell you something” Bucky starts, gaining the attention of all four adults.

“What is it son?”

“We’re married” Y/n beams.

“Oh really? Since when?” Howard chuckles.

“We were outside and Bunny asked me if we could get married so we did” Bucky continues.

“Why did you want to marry Bucky darling?”

“So I can have a baby” looking at Winnie and Maria who start to choke on their drinks.

“Do you know where babies come from?” George says as he pats Winnie on her back.

“The belly” the two kids reply in unison.

“Do you know how the baby gets there?”

“No…”

“You’ll have to kiss each other” Howard says.

“I have to kiss Bunny?”

“I have to kiss Ducky?”

All four adults stifle their laughter as the kids pull away from each other pulling disgusting faces.

“Eww I’m not kissing him!”

“I’m not kissing her!”

“That’s how babies get in the woman’s belly” George chuckles.

“I don’t want to be married to you anymore Ducky”

“Good I don’t want to be married to you either”

“Look Bunny I got a new bike!” Bucky says as he speeds past her on his new bike.

“That’s so cool can I ride it?”

“Okay but you have to be careful I don’t want you falling off like last time”

Bucky hops off the bike and waits for Y/n to come over and helps her get onto the bike. He holds on until she’s gotten the hang off it.

“I’m riding it Ducky! Look” she squeals.

“I’m looking, I’m proud of you Bun” just as he says them words she starts to wobble and falls off. “Bunny! Christ Bun are you okay?”

“I broke your bike Ducky I’m so sorry” she cries as she clutches her knee closer to her chest.

“I don’t care about that, are you hurt?”

“My knee. Ducky I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay-that’s a lot of blood” he pales at the heavy flow of blood streaming from her injured knee.

“Is-is it going to fall off?”

“No, well it shouldn’t do.”

Lifting her up he helps her walk in to the house, he calls out for Maria who comes rushing over and paling when she sees the blood flowing down her daughters leg, picking her up she rushes her into the bathroom where she can clean up the wound.

Bucky felt really bad for her falling off his bike especially since this time she had hurt herself, last time it happened luckily she fell off and landed on grass, the only injuries that was done was to her dress.

Watching as she limped out of the bathroom he rushed over giving her his arm to lean on.

“I’m really sorry Bunny”

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I broke your bike”

“It’s not broken don’t worry”

During dinner Bucky asks Y/n if she had gotten a pony from Santa, shaking her head sadly she carried on eating.

“When I’m older I’ll buy you a pony” he promises smiling when she smiles up at him.

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[pinksugarberry]

WOWIE NEW LIZ BES REFERENCE OH WOW!! 💖💖💖 she deserves an update teehee ily Liz 🫶🫶🫶 I put some quick info down too if you wanna take a little read, so feel free 🙏

Liz was born a few years before Mizu, ending up as an accident between her wealthy father and mother. Liz’s father, Pierre Sylvestre, worked with Skeffington as one of his business partners. Liz used to see him around the manor, but since she was a small toddler, she doesn’t remember all too much. She remembers his voice, and how he looked twenty years ago, but maybe there’s more information hidden deep in her memory.

Since she was an accidental baby, and her parents already invested a lot of time into their much older daughter, Liz was left in the care of her maid, Josephine. Her maid noticed Liz’s odd behavior; rocking back and forth, repeating phrases over and over, even tugging out small clumps of her hair. Josephine did her best to teach Liz how to be a proper lady as she grew. There was much time dedicated to showing Liz how others lived their lives and helping her gain appreciation for smaller things.

During this, Liz developed a deep interest in culinary, to the point it would practically be all she ever talked about. Everything in her life could relate back to it in some way. With how much it excited her, coupled with her strange behavior, it wasn’t long until rumors began to sprout up that she must’ve been a fae or a changing. Her family, wanting to keep their reputation afloat, told Josephine to keep her under control and enforce how to act properly.

Liz found herself feeling more tired, yet more and more driven to cook and discover more recipes. It excited her so much, though she didn’t understand why she had to hide her enthusiasm. It just wasn’t ladylike, she assumed. Neither was her blunt observations, her straightforward approach, her willingness to be open and honest. Ladies should be quiet, right?

As she grew, she discovered new things about herself that she kept hidden away, people seemed so uncomfortable around her. She did her best to keep up appearances, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. She hadn’t seen Skeffington since she was a child, and her father seemed to wrap himself up in spice trading to pick up any slack.

Once Liz was around twenty, she told Josephine that she wanted to escape, to be able to express her love for culinary freely. There wasn’t many options for her, especially as a woman of her status. However, Josephine had an idea. Her cousin, who ran a bakery in London, owed her a favor. With a few strings pulled on her end, and some hush money on Liz’s, she was able to flee from her life in France.

She wasn’t paid, she no longer had access to luxury, but she was happy. Liz worked alongside Louis, Josephine’s cousin, for a few years in bliss. She heard so many stories from customers, some harmless, some criminal. Yet there was a mysterious man who came by the bakery, asking for information on Skeffington, someone Liz hadn’t thought about in ages.

He was the strong silent type, though Liz wasn’t aware that he was actually a she; Mizu. She mentioned knowing a Skeffington in her past. Mizu, who tried to pry for more yet found that Liz had trouble recalling everything at once, was about to leave her be. Though something about the surprising amount of information she held, who Skeffington was, all his affiliates, where someone of those statuses would be..she was too much of an asset to lose. Who knows, maybe she’ll come in handy in the long run.

[ratkinger]

headcanons for Cecil’s habits or nervous tics? anything like biting nails, bouncing his leg, stuff like that :)

Over time Cecil has definitely gotten pretty good at hiding his usual tells. Still, there are a few things that slip through, especially noticeable by his colleagues/subordinates at the GDA.

Cecil has those worry lines around his eyebrows for a reason.

Behind the curtain of his hand, fingers stitching heavy brows together, Cecil waded through the endless stream of possibilities flooding his conscience. On the one hand, as fed from the earpiece on his left, intel deemed it a necessity to cut off power to the government black site where an experiment had gone awry. On the other, screams from the facility's personnel sounded from the GDA's primary monitor, reminding him of the human factor of the developing crisis. Cecil mulled over whether or not to subject the building to a total blackout, an action that would undoubtedly make evacuation a much more strenuous effort. However, for every second he hesitated, the specimen grew that much stronger, feeding off the electricity from which it had been born. To further complicate matters, the nearest city was a mere fifteen miles out; and the approximation of containment were dubious guesses at best. Yet, drawing on a wealth of experience-forged wisdom, Cecil released a deep breath and started, "Alright, here's what we're going to do."

I noticed that during the fight (if you could call it that) with Omni-Man, Cecil tucked his hands into his pockets. I do think his palms would get sweaty despite his many brushes with death. It's just one of those things that doesn't go away. And while not necessarily meant to conceal this, he does tuck them away out of habit and even casually wipes them off in his pockets.

This is something I think I saw someone else mention but can't remember who. But the more stressed Cecil is, the more creative, specific, and niche his insults and turn of phrase become. In regards to the latest up-and-coming hero team taking on the Lizard League at a water treatment facility:

"These damn hot-shot greenhorns. Do they think we shit gold?! Tell them to make their mess somewhere that isn't built with taxpayer money!"

In the ever-rare lulls of Cecil's busy life, when he has a moment to himself, in contemplation he passively touches the creases of his scar. Maybe not as often as he's gotten older and has adjusted to his features, but would definitely do so as a young operative. Like while toying with the different choices he could've made, he traces the corner of his lip as an act of absentminded self-soothing.

Thank you for the ask :3

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I reblogged this post about nichelink relationship dynamics, but the fraternal twins is how I like to see Color and Ivory.

They aren’t actually, “biologically”, fraternal twins. They’re like.. trauma-in-laws, experiment-in-laws, in a past that they both forgot when Gaster fell in the CORE—and now Color is probably the only one who remembers it out of the two of them. Only one who remembers anything.

Then Undyne takes his place as Papyrus’ older sibling, and she seems to make it almost her whole identity. Her entire purpose in life outside of the piano.

Fraternal twins in that, although Color is likely older than Ivory by years, Ivory doesn’t appreciate being anyone’s younger sister. Being the oldest is a big part of her, and who she is.

Color is similar—finding the idea of being anyone’s younger sibling or treated as one strange, and unnatural.

Like Undyne, he was both likely neglected (especially emotionally) and parentified—looking after babybones Papyrus seemingly to the point he has to bring the kid to his place of work in a dangerous lab, and possibly even playing a caretaker role with Gaster himself.

Especially near the end of Gaster’s life—likely feeling on some level, even if he doesn’t know why, that he can’t leave Gaster fully unattended on his own.

Color and Ivory were both parentified, neglected oldest kids—so they’d probably both instinctively take on similar roles with eachother, and wouldn’t mesh well with the strange experience of someone trying to do the same thing to them.

On top of that, they share an Eye that they are connected by. Ivory is able to use some of Sans’ powers such as his teleportation and eventually his Gaster Blasters, and it stands to reason that she may be able to one day gain access to the weapons he got from the six human souls—such as the Rainbow Beam.

She seems to possibly be slowly gaining memories of Sans specifically, even if they’re without context. She was able to remember Sans after leaving the Void the first time thanks to Sans activating her Eye.

But also—they both were technically blind in one eye, on top of having a magic Eye given to them by Gaster. The big part of Undyne’s experiment before Gaster jumped into the CORE was an attempt to give her sight in her blind eye.

(Ivory could definitely help Color adjust to now having only one eye in the outside world, given she grew up blind in one eye.)

Also, both Color and Ivory seem to have a very keen sense of intuition—specifically when it comes to danger.

Color in the Sans Hazard comics was able to sense that Nightmare and his goons had found where they were staying and were coming, and Ivory sensed something was wrong during her concert and immediately ran off stage to go check.

Both were correct in their intuition, and in Color’s case, this appears to have not been the first time he was correct in his guesses and assumptions with seemingly little to go off because all the other characters immediately jumped to believing him.

Given their connection through their magic Eye, I also like to think they kinda fit some of the stereotypes some people associate with twins—which is why Sage is probably likely the one who jokingly calls them something like that.

Things like casually finishing eachother’s sentences without meaning to, saying almost exactly what the other would say to Papyrus—as if becoming or “channeling” eachother—can seemingly communicate with just a look.

And given that they’re both highly intuitive people, as well as the potential behind their canonical magical connection, those senses could even apply to things involving each other.

Knowing the other is in danger or upset despite distance and improbability, and being almost always correct on that—potentially more often than they would be about other people or situations, such as Sage. Things of that nature.

[bluebellhairpin]

Harwin Strong X f!Reader

Summary: The arrangement you made with your husband to help Rhaenyra backfires, and you attempt to put and end to it before if gets anyone into trouble. But trouble brews anyway.

Warnings: Leaning into reader/rhaenyra/harwin ship territory. Reader is fem bodied + called wife/mother. Reader is a Criston Cole hater (justified).

Listening to: 'Blood of my Blood' by Ramin Djawadi

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Ever since Rhaenyra was wed there had been whispers - ones that you could hear without lending your ear to your cunning brother in law. 

They were murmurs only heard in the darkest of halls, about how she and Laenor didn’t lay together, that they never had, and refused to do so. Word spread that the Princess had taken a secret lover, and that the guard who’d been killed at their wedding used to be Laenor’s. They gained weight, and became ugly looming shadows over the young couple.

Especially after Rhaenyra had her first child - and he was born looking nothing like Laenor. It caused more rumors to spread. Rumors you did not appreciate. Ones that you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about, because they eventually affected you and your family too. And partially because they were basically your fault. 

In the beginning, you chalked up the similarities between your second child, Dawsyn, and Rhaenyra’s, Jacaerys, as chance. You convinced those around you that it was pure coincidence. But as they grew older, despite being almost nine months apart in age, you started noticing things. They way their hair all held the same curls. The way they would tilt their heads the same way when their toys didn’t work how they wanted them to. Their giggles. 

Then Rhaenyra had her second son, Lucerys, around the same time as you had the daughter Harwin had spent years longing for. Suddenly you were met with the same rumors as when Dawsyn and Jacaerys were born - and had to fend them off again from others in the Kings Court. 

You knew something that only three others in the Red Keep knew, and because of that the similarities blared at you like a red lantern at night. The father of your children was also the father of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons. And that was starting to worry you. 

You knew people suspected Harwin as the real father. That he was one of the few men that those in the Red Keep thought could be siring Rhaenyra’s children - her bastards they called them, the word made something sour bubble in your stomach. But you knew what that would mean for Harwin. You knew what could happen to his life, and the lives of Rhaeynra, her sons - even your own children. 

Every single one of them could die. 

You stood at the window in Rhaenyra’s bedroom. You’d taken to spending a lot of time in her company, especially now she was reaching the end of her third pregnancy. Her labour pains could start any day now, and she was starting to get restless. 

There was no blaming her, by the same time during your time with Renai you’d been sick of it by now too. 

“You look deep in thought,” she said. 

You turned to her, slowly moving your eyes from the window to her place on the settee. She was relaxed, with you around she dismissed all other company - she did it often, you guessed she liked a slice of normalcy free of the fluttering hens at court, or the ears of little servant birds. But all you could think of was when she was younger, before you’d subjected her to the foul words whispered behind her back. Really this was your fault - in an effort to help Rhaenyra keep her happiness, you’d destroyed it. You felt like you couldn’t keep your thoughts to yourself anymore - that the worry was starting to make you crack around the edges. 

“Like something worries you.” Rhaenyra, apparently, could notice it too. 

“You can’t blame me, you live here too. You hear what people say. It worries me.” you replied, finally cluing someone into your thoughts. You turned back to the window to see where your children and Rhaenyra’s played below, supervised by Pacey and Raechel. “What could happen to them worries me.” 

“You think we should stop?” Rhaenyra asked. The question, if overheard without the context of both your conversation and the secrets you both held, wouldn’t have been understood by anyone else. But you knew she knew that the subject had changed to her situationship with Harwin. 

“I think he should stop giving you children.” You looked back at her, your eyes lingering on the clasped hands over her belly. “He’s a smart man in many ways, but if he keeps acting as he is now, he’s just going to get us all into trouble.” 

“I could talk to him.” Rhaenyra offered, looking up at you with almost wide, childlike eyes. It softened the worry in you, like you’d forgotten she was a younger woman than you were. You moved from the window and sat by her side, taking her hand in yours.

“No. ‘One heart, one flesh, and one soul’. That’s what we were declared on our wedding day. His mistakes are mine, and mine are his. I allowed this to happen, and I’ll end it.” you said, squeezing her fingers, “Leave Harwin to me.”

Rhaenyra’s chest rose and fell three times before she spoke again, voice even more hushed than before, as if afraid to even admit it to you. But she did. 

“I don’t want to be alone.” 

“You never will be.” you said, shuffling closer to her side as your arm pressed to hers, “I’ll never leave you alone. No matter how far away life could take me, just call me to your side and nothing in the Seven Kingdoms will be able to stop me.” Then you smiled to yourself, mind straying toward the man of the hour. “Harwin even more so. His affection for you might even outweigh his love for me.” 

“I’d hate to think that.” she scoffed, sitting up slightly as her hand now squeezed yours. 

“Then don’t. This is loyalty deeper than bone, neither of us would leave you alone, and when called to duty Laenor wouldn’t either.” Rhaenyra’s gaze softened again, this time instead of being afraid she seemed nervous. 

“Will you tell anyone?” she asked. You shook your head, almost offended. 

“No one will hear a word of it from me. After I speak with Harwin, the words will never leave my lips again. It will be as good as forgotten.” Your thumb moved back and forth across the back of her hand as you spoke, and she looked down at it when she spoke again. 

“You’re persuading me that this isn’t something to worry about. It’s no wonder Alicent is always so agreeable after you speak with her.” 

“Do you wish to be persuaded further?” you asked, smirking. 

“Perhaps.” she replied, her smile matching your own. You shifted from your spot on the settee, now facing the Princess fully with both her hands in yours. 

“Before the Seven, mine and Harwin’s blood was declared the same. Nevertheless, your children are of his blood as much as mine are, no matter who their mother is,” you said, eyes never leaving hers as you spoke, and your voice softened as you continued, “They’re as good as my own children. That’s enough to warrant keeping them safe.” 

Her face morphed. Changing from one that conveyed half assured hopefulness to one that was undeniably relieved. Even her eyes welled with unshed tears with the weight that seemed to lift off her shoulders. Yet her next words laid bare her last ounce of doubt. A doubt you were dead set on burying. 

“Can I really believe I’ve earnt enough love and trust from you that not only can you not find it in your heart to hate me, but you are so willing to love these children as your own? That you could forgive me?” 

“Rhaenyra, you mean more to me than you could ever imagine.” you said, “Harwin and I both agreed to this, we knew what could happen. There’s nothing to forgive.” 

Not even a day later, and Rhaenyra had entered and finished birthing her third child. Her final that would be sired by Harwin. 

You’d been with her, until she finished, then left her in the hands of the maids and midwives to go tell everyone else the good news. Well, everyone that mattered to you. 

Laenor, as soon as you told him, left right away. 

However, to keep up his newly reinforced guise of being indifferent (he took the conversation surprisingly well, all things considered), Harwin stayed and watched over where his four sons ogled over a new dragon egg. You could tell from the look on his face when you entered that he longed to be with her. He had an understanding of the horrors of childbirth that you’d seen in no other man. He’d have to have been torn from your side if the Maester’s didn’t let him stick around when you were in labor - you’d believe he would have resorted to biting, if they went to make him leave you - so you could only imagine how he felt about having to leave Rhaenyra alone. 

His only consolation was that you were there instead. 

“How was she?” he asked quietly, a hand resting on your elbow. You eyed Dawysn as his fingertips tested how hot the egg was, slowly inching closer. 

“In high spirits. If I were to be trusted, I’d say she’s getting quite used to going through labor for the sake of a new son.” you whispered. Harwin was about to speak again, but instead of listening, you scooped Dawsyn in your arms - he’d burn himself if he were allowed close to that fire stone any longer. “You, little ser, need to keep your fingers to yourself.” you said to your son, grabbing his chubby fingers and kissing each one. 

“It’s not that bad -” Larys said - right before reaching his hand too close - “Ouch!” He pulled his hand back, shaking it before stuffing his fingers in his mouth. Harwin came up behind him, and put his hands on his shoulders to guide him to where you now sat. 

“You are no dragon, son, leave the scales to those who can handle them.” he said, ruffling his hair. Harwin tried to leave Larys in your care, but he was having none of it - instead he tucked his head into the cool armor at his father’s stomach. 

“My Princes’, may I suggest putting the lid on that egg? We don’t want it to cool down too much.” you suggested, pressing a kiss to Dawysn’s head as you set him down. Jace nodded, managing to lift the cast iron lid back in place while his brother already got distracted. 

By the time all four of them had settled onto the rug with a handful of carved wooden toys, Harwin beside them telling some story about Aegon’s conquest that you didn’t doubt they all already knew back to front, the door opened. In stepped Rhaenyra, Laenor, and the new child. 

Immediately Rhaenyra’s two sons jumped to their feet, eager to tell their mother about the dragon egg they brought up from the pit. Your sons stayed on the floor, watching curiously as Harwin helped Rhaenyra sit, and Laenor coo at the baby. You likewise rose from your seat to get a proper look at the boy, humming and harring at him as he slept. 

“He will grow to be a fearsome knight.” Laenor said, shifting slightly so you could see better, but in no way was he giving up the child yet. You were satisfied just to see his face. 

“Just like you,” you said, a gentle hand squeezing Laenor’s shoulder. 

“Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey,” Rhaenyra said. Her voice, although laced with exhaustion, was strong enough to cut through the baby-induced bubble both you and Laenor were stuck in. Within moments, the baby was passed over from Laenor’s arms into Harwin’s. 

The sight was enough to make you want to freeze the moment in time forever. That happened each time you caught Harwin holding a baby. It was like he was meant to hold a child, with how comfortable he looked. How perfect it looked. You couldn’t help but smile, and as you caught Rhaenyra’s eyes, it only widened. 

However, like a moth to flame, the four young boys took Joffrey being passed to Harwin as a sign to swarm. They came in from all angles with the grace of a drunk herd of cows, all speaking at once, and all trying to persuade Harwin to let them look at the babe. Harwin could only hold poor Joffrey out of reach while Laenor intervened, persuading Jace and Luke to go to the dragon pit to train. 

“You both too, come on,” you said, hands resting on your son’s curls to guide them out of the room, “Don’t forget you have lessons also.” 

“But Mother, we don’t have any until this afternoon -”

“Then go to your sister,” you said, ushering them out the door despite their protests, “I’ll be there shortly.” That did it, they did have a fondness for their young sister, something they inherited from their father no doubt. You saw them off running down the hall before turning back to Harwin. 

You caught his eye and smiled, in return his gaze was soft, smile even more so as he rocked his son in his arms. The thought returned, that it was if he were born to be a father. 

Then you looked over at Rhaenyra, nodding with your smile unwavering. She relaxed in her seat, and her lips quirked up. She needed rest, so you cast one more look of longing over at Joffrey - you could have your turn holding him another day - and closed the door behind you. 

You were in high spirits. Joffrey’s safe arrival into the world had many feeling the same way, and he brought joy to many around him - a happy child already, and it had barely been a day. 

You’d just left your room, flanked by your son Larys - your purpose was twofold. Larys was promised he could train with the Prince’s if he finished his lessons, so you were taking him to the courtyard to meet them, then you were going to bring Harwin back since he would be just finishing his shift for the day. 

Larys really was his father’s son, with almost a natural strength to him despite his youth - it was an aspect you knew your own father would’ve started honing properly years ago. You’d held off for the sake of still seeing him as a child, but in the world you lived in it was expected. Larys liked it, he liked having something in common with his father, and many others in your family - and you couldn’t stop him from doing what he loved just because you wanted him to be safe. 

But today something seemed to be bothering him. Usually he looked forward to training, so much so that you could see it on his face. Not today. To try and get him to open up, you dismissed anyone who might’ve followed you - but it took almost the entire walk for him to finally hint at what was wrong. 

“Do you think I might be good enough to beat Ser Criston someday?” Larys asked. You looked down at him with your arm around his shoulder. 

“If you practised enough, there’s no reason why you couldn’t.” you said. He looked down at his hands, toying with the hem of his training glove. 

“I don’t think I get to practice enough.” he admitted, the way he spoke sent pangs through your heart. “Ser Criston is the only teacher and he focuses on the Prince’s so much more. I’d ask Father for help instead, but he’s always so busy.” So that was what was wrong.

You both stopped just short of the door to the training courtyard, and you turned Larys so he faced you. 

“Then I’ll have your grandfather send someone from my home. You will get to practice just as well as the others.” you said, taking his face in your palm so you could brush his curls from his face. “You’ll have your own teacher.” 

“Really?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eye as he looked up at you. 

“Of course. I’ll send a raven as soon as I can.” you smiled, kissing his forehead. “In the meantime remember you can learn a lot from simply watching, even if you aren’t able to train the same as the other boys. Don’t underestimate the power behind observation.” 

“Yes Mother.” With a grin on his face, you squeezed his shoulder and guided him towards the door. His steps were more enthusiastic now, and his head was held high. If you were anyone else you might say he was being spoiled - promised his own teacher when even the Princes had to share one. But you were his mother, so instead you’d say he deserved the best of what he wanted. 

You both stepped out the door expecting to see the others training, but the sight that met you was far from it. 

The timing was perfect - right as you walked into the daylight, Harwin lunged for Criston Cole. The latter was on the ground after only a few blows, but Harwin wasn’t stopping. He climbed onto the downed man and kept going. Punch after punch landed on Criston’s face, and all you could think of was what that idiot did to make Harwin’s temper snap so violently. 

You hadn’t thought of doing a thing to intervene, perfectly content to watch, until Larys brushed past your skirts as if to move closer. 

“You stay here,” you said, walking forward and pushing your son back a little so he stayed away. Two of the King’s Guard rushed forward, running to pull Harwin off Criston, then two more joined in to stop him breaking free. 

“Say it again! Say it!” Harwin yelled, voice rough with rage as he struggled and tried to pull away and attack Criston again. 

“Harwin! That’s enough.” you said, reaching over the guard’s arm and pressing your hand to the armor on Harwin’s chest. He physically relaxed when he saw you in front of him, enough that the guards reluctantly loosened their hold. But when he looked at you, his eyes still didn’t change as the men stepped away. He looked ready to have killed Criston, and probably would have if there was no one around to stop him. 

“Yeah Commander, listen to your -” 

Swiftly you stepped away from Harwin and stood over where Criston had started to stand. He was already weary from the beating, but when you bent over, jabbing a finger to his chest, he swayed where he sat resting back on his elbows as he looked up at you. The look in your eye that made him freeze. 

“Stay down, Cole. If you get up before we leave I will let him blend your skull into the pavement.” you hissed. His eyes narrowed at your quietly spoken reference - yes, a fate like Laenor’s lover, and yes you remembered, even if everyone else seemed to forget. It was a fate you were ready to let him share. 

“I’m in the Kingsguard and you speak to me like that?” Criston tried to start again, although less confident than before. One more look from you had him shutting up, and your next words were sharp. 

“I can speak to you however I want to. If I so desired it, the only place you’ll be safe from me is fucking Qarth, do you understand me?” His jaw clenched, but besides that he made no effort to move or speak again. “I said ‘do you understand me’, Squire’s son?” He frowned, lips rolling over his teeth. You’d hit the exact nerve you were hoping for. 

“I understand,” he said. You quirked an eye at him, standing over him so you were no longer hunched over. You stayed like that. Waiting. “Milady,” he finally added. 

With that you turned on your heel and made to leave. Harwin said your name, reaching for your arm. Instead, you shoved his armored shoulder when you reached him, pointing to the door. 

“Go.” 

After returning to your room, Harwin was almost immediately summoned to go speak with his father. Which left you alone for most of the afternoon. You weren’t sure exactly what you were thinking, but it made you so anxious that you couldn’t stand being around anyone until you knew what cause’s Harwin’s outburst. 

You were sitting by the fire when Harwin returned, staring into the flames as the wooden door clicked shut behind you. For a moment you heard nothing - he was standing, waiting - then he moved, and the familiar sounds of him taking off his armor started echoing in your quiet room. 

“What happened?” you finally asked. He quietened again, before you heard a sigh and the heavy clunk of his sword being put aside. 

“You want to hear it?” 

“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked.” You turned your head, watching him walk over and sit in the chair opposite you. Harwin’s hands laid in his lap, one cradled with the other as his thumbs brushed over his knuckles. You decided that after you were done being upset with him, you’d take a look at it - obviously it was sore. 

He very slowly leant forward, looking into the fire with his elbows on his knees. His hair was loose, and it fell so you couldn’t see his eyes. 

“My father made the decision to give up his role as Hand, and take me away to Harrenhal. I’m being punished and he’s taking my whole family down with me.” He spoke slow, quiet. Once he was done his head fell into his hands, fingers weaved through his curls. 

“Actions have consequences. What you did today very well could be the undoing of all of us.” you said, voice even quieter. A log in the fire cracked and fell. 

“You know it’s not the first time.” he mumbled. 

“You’ve beat Criston before?” you asked. He sat back, pushing away his hair and slumped into the chair with a deep breath. 

“No, he’s been lucky I’ve been so patient until now.” Harwin hissed, “He’s made more comments about Rhaenyra’s children than I can remember. I didn’t want to remember, so I tried not to, but today? I couldn’t take it. Those boys deserve better than those whispers behind their backs.” 

At least that was something you both could agree on. 

“Which is why your father has decided we must go?” 

“Which is why my father decided we must go.” He finally looked at you, despair written in his eyes. “But I don’t want to go. It’s so fucking weird there. And cold, you’d hate it. Our children, their whole lives are here. Kings Landing is all they’ve ever known.” 

You turned away back to the fire. You felt his eyes still on you as you watched the flames licking the burning wood. You felt him watching you as you thought. You kept your eyes on the hearth, but reached your hand out. His fingers brushed yours before he took your hand in his. His hands were warm and calloused, but they felt like him. They were a comfort, and they felt like home. Home was his hand in yours, not the Red Keep. 

“You were upset earlier. Not just at Cole. At me.” Harwin said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. For all of it. If I hadn’t done any of it -” 

“- You are not solely to blame. It was my idea!” you reminded him, squeezing his fingers. 

“- I could have said no.” Harwin said, smiling knowingly, “I could’ve stopped. I should have, and I didn’t. I have a duty to defend Rhaenyra, but my duty first is to you. From now on, you and our children will be first. Now, always, and forever.” 

You stood from your chair, walking over to his side. He watched you, the hand that was grasped in yours broke free to instinctually wrap around your waist as you came close. His arm was warm through the fabric of your clothes. He felt like home, but he wouldn’t take that as an answer right now. 

“Harrenhal is your home, no matter how weird or cold.” you said, brushing back his hair and kissing his temple. “The children will grow there, like you did. They’ll call it home too, and we’ll be safe there. We all will be.” 

[fallingdownhell]

Hello hello hello there, good writer! I was wondering if you'd be open to writing platonic HCs for the currently playable Archons in the game. Basically, way back when during the Archon War (or in Nahida's case, some point early on when she was instated as Sumeru's new Archon) the Archon's save a baby dragon's (the reader) life.Now, centuries later, at some point following the events of the Archon quests, they encounter Dragon!reader reader- now a fully-matured dragon (Dragon is the same element as each Archon. Individually, I mean, they aren't multi-elemental). The Archon recognizes them through any number of factors (a scar in a very particular area of Dragon!Reader's body, a discolored patch of scales, etc.) And as for how they encounter each other, maybe the Archon is accompanying the Traveler on a commission, and dragon!reader saves the Traveler or Archon's ass when the situation gets dicey, maybe the Archon senses a familiar presence and investigates, perhaps paths cross and they find themselves saving (or assisting) dragon!reader yet again, or maybe it's just a chance case of the stars aligning in just the right way. Apologies for the massive word dump, just thought I'd give you some prompts in case you have trouble coming up with ideas for this, if you want to do it, or course!

That is such a cool idea! And I really appreciate the word dump, it really helped me out a great deal this time around, so thank you, kind anon<3

Characters Included: Zhongli; Venti; Nahida

Content: gender neutral! dragon! reader; platonic headcanons;

Word count: 2,2k words

I hope this comes somewhat close to what you had in mind. Hope you enjoy<3

Zhongli

Zhongli often looks back fondly at the times where he had adopted this strange baby dragon

the Archon War was a though time period, both for him and the people at his side, but having that baby to take care of by his side and teaching it all sorts of things made it somewhat bearable for him

he would often play around with it, sometimes even play fighting to show it a few moves and tricks and the dragon seemed to enjoy that a whole lot

though cuddling sessions always seemed to be the dragons favourite, especially when a certain spot under his chin was being scratched

it was a difficult spot for others to reach, seeing as it was surrounded by brown spikes, indicating your resonance with the Geo element, but seeing the happy expression on the baby's face made it worth it in the end

When the dragon later got older and grew up in Zhongli's care, it would often join him in various battles while the War still lasted

On one such battles, the dragon got hurt pretty badly in it's left eye, ultimately loosing it in the process. But it adjusted rather well to living with only half it's eyesight

Later, when the Archon war ended and peace had returned to Liyue, the dragon was all grown up now as well. And one day, without any prior indication, the dragon had just left, never to return again

Zhongli wasn't sad or anything. He understood that this is simply how nature works and he only wished the best unto his foster child

Sometimes, the Ex-Archon wonders if that dragon is still alive, but those thoughts always leave him rather quickly again. It's no use pondering about the unknown

And yet, imagine the surprise on Zhongli's face when he saw another dragon roam the sky just as he finished dealing with Azhdaha alongside the Traveller

Finding an opportunity to slip away from the group, he began traveling in the direction he saw the flying creature

it took some time, but he eventually found the dragon as it rested besides a small lake, soaking in the rays of sunshine onto it's scaled skin

fascinated by it, since dragons were a rare sight to see in this day and age, he decided to approach the creature, silently as to not startle it too much

as he got closer to the dragon, the creature soon picked up a new scent in the area and opened it's big eye, now spotting the approaching Zhongli

quickly, the creature got up and began roaring at him, and that's when Zhongli noticed a particular scar on the left eye of the dragon

Could it be... was it actually you?

Your name slipped past his lips and it made you hold in the middle of your actions. Zhongli could see the uncertainty in the dragons form, so he said your name again, staying still in his spot, only a few steps away

the dragon, still unsure, took another sniff of the surrounding air, taking in the scent of the new arrival, and suddenly, memories from its time as a baby came flooding into his mind, and you recognized the man in front of you

now seeming much calmer, you got closer to Zhongli, your long neck extending towards him so that your head was right in front of him

with a smile, the Ex-Archon extends his hand as well to scratch that certain spot under your chin, like he had always done many, many years ago

at this, the dragon closed its eye and a low grumbling sound could be heard deep within it's throat.

Zhongli almost couldn't believe it. His old friend was still alive and apparently doing pretty well for itself..

for some time, the two of them just sat down in the grass, enjoying the light of the still shining sun, while Zhongli just began talking, telling you of all the things that had happened while you were gone

And you were listening to every single one of his words, feeling happy to finally be reunited with him again..

Venti

Most people know about Dvalin - or Stormterror - and his connection to the anemo Archon. How he was one of the four winds that protected the nation of Mondstadt

but what the people did not know, is that there was a second dragon with the anemo Archon that had been taken in by him when it was only a small baby

as a result, the baby dragon has been raised both by Dvalin and the anemo Archon at the same time. While it learned typical dragon behaviour from Dvalin, Venti provided the baby other lessons important for its life ahead

the little dragon has always been a playful and adventurous one. It was getting into trouble quite frequently as a child, but such was the nature of freedom

Venti had always adored looking at this little dragon baby as he found the light green colour of your scales to be quite mesmerizing. He liked to think that the colour represented your connection with the Anemo element, and himself.

But what he found even more adorable was the little patch of white scales, right between the beginning of your legs and your hind legs. It was about the size of the palm of his hand, the colour never really coming through on that spot

While Venti and Dvalin engaged in the Archon war, you always decided to stay behind, rather enjoying the serenity that the nation of Mondstadt brought to you than to engage with bloody battles all the time

As time went on, you grew older and older, and Dvalin knew that the time would come where you would leave them behind. To find your own place within this world, without them by your side

and sure enough, one seemingly peaceful day, you went up to them one last time, seemingly telling your goodbyes with your eyes before you turned your back to them and flew off into the distant world ahead of you. Excited to see what was liying ahead, but also sad you had to leave them behind

many, many years have passed since that fateful day and a lot has happened since then. A mysterious traveller has appeared in the world of Teyvat, helping Venti to bring his old friend Dvalin back to his senses

Since that incident, Venti couldn't help but think back to the old times quite often, reminiscing of the memories all three of them shared. He would often wonder how you were doing these days, if you were well off..

on one such days, when he was laying beneath the tree at Windrise, thinking of old times, he did not notice a bunch of Abyss mages and their underlings approaching

when he did, it was already too late and he was surrounded by enemies. Though he tried fighting his way out, the number of enemies just seemed to increase, instead of decreasing

Venti began to worry and just as he was about to summon his old friend Dvalin for some help, a roar echoed from above the sky. All heads turned up as a huge creature descended downwards, instantly attacking the abyss mages and their hoards

for a second, the colourful scales made him think of a certain dragon, but he quickly shook off that feeling, concentrating on the battle at hand

it didn't take long until the enemies were dealt with, and as a moment of peace came to them, Venti turned and took in the familiar colour of light green scaling..

But.. that couldn't be, right? It surely was just a coincidence.. another dragon that just happened to have a similar colour to the one he once raised..

But, as the dragon remained on the ground, patiently looking at Venti, he couldn't shake off that feeling of familiarity

And then, the dragon turned to its side, showing Venti the undeniable truth of a missmatched patch of white scales among a sea of green..

It really was you...

Joy spread over Venti's face as he realized it really was his old friend that had come back to see him again

It didn't take long until he was on your back and you began ascending towards the sky again. Up there in the sky, with only the winds holding you back, Venti also summoned Dvalin to him to complete this reunion

Many roars sounded all throughout Mondstadt on this day as there were now two dragons roaming the skies of this nation...

Nahida

As the god of Dendro, Nahida had always liked the nature and all of its inhabitants

she would always try to sneek away to find a spot somewhere within the rainforest where she could just sit down and listen to the sounds of nature all around her

while the sages at that time did not approve of her behaviour, she continued to do so with the excuse of wanting to form a connection between her and her nation as well as it's people

one day while she was out again, she stumbled upon a tiny dragon baby. As she got closer, she noticed that the baby appeared to be hurt quite badly, yet it still backed up when she got closer, scared of her

it took some time and gentle reassuring from Nahida's side, but eventually, the small dragon let her get close, inspecting the wounds inflicted to it

deciding that she wanted to take care of it, she used her powers to build a sort of little hideout where she nurtured the dragon back to health over the course of a few weeks

while doing so, the baby dragon began trusting her more and more, until eventually, they formed a kind of bond between them

once the baby was all healed up, it didn't dissapear like Nahida thought it would. Instead, it decided to stay with her, playing around and growing up with her

every single time Nahida managed to slip out, the two of them were always together. Either laying in the grass, listening to the nature around them, or playing around and sometimes, she even helped the little dragon in learning how to fly

when they got tired, they lay together on the ground, the dragon having it's head on Nahida's lap as she carefully caressed the top of its head where the beatiful, deep green scales where less sharp than everywhere else on its body. The colour reminded her of the rainforest itself sometimes..

but what she found almost a bit more beautiful were those missmatched eyes of the dragon. One in a beautiful, piercing blue colour while the other was deep red, a stark contrast between the two

But then came the day where Nahida was whisked away by the Sages and sealed into the Sanctuary

it took hundreds of years until the traveller arrived in Sumeru and with the help of some others finally freeed Nahida of her everlasting prison

Thankful to have finally escaped, she did her best to handle everything by herself the best she could. She guided her nation into a new direction and took care of everything that the Sages had taken over

which led to her not once having left the city since she has been freeed. Though Nahida yearned to just go outside and sit in the nature again, she had obligations to take care of, that required her urgent attention

until the Traveller came around another time, insisting on her taking a break for once. In his words, all those problems would still be there once she returned from the break, but her well being was important as well, especially for her people she needed to be in good shape

so, taking him up on the offer, the Traveller, Nahida and Paimon went into the rainforest like she wanted to. While wandering around, they passed the old hideout Nahida had once built for that baby dragon

Memories flooded her mind upon seeing it and she smiled a bit, though it appeared to be a bit sad. The Traveller noticed, but before he could ask Nahida about it, they heard some rustling behind them

Weapon at the ready, the Traveller was prepared to attack should the need arise

And then, from behind some trees, a dragon emerged, eyes fixed onto them

and Nahida instantly recognized you. Not because of the deep green colour of your scales that only seemed to have become even more beautiful over the years. But because of those disscoloured eyes that she was never able to forget

you seemed to recognize her as well, showing no signs of aggression at all, which made the Traveller lower his weapon again

finally reunited again after so many years, both of you seemed happy to be within the presence of each other again

you gently pressed the tip of your nose into her face, gently blowing air into her face which made her giggle a bit. She then climbed onto your back, resting there while the now four of you continued this walk through the rainforest

And even after that, you continued to stay by Nahida's side, always there to protect her should anything ever happen to her again. You were ready to make them regret their decision if people decided to ever mess with her again...

[hoedamn-eron]

listen okay

been thinking about Oscar's characters and what they're like as dads

Spoke very briefly with @writefightandflightclub about this, months ago (can't even find the post it was that long ago - I'll link it later if I do - FOUND IT)

Poe Dameron is a girl dad

Santiago Garcia is a girl dad (see here)

Steven Grant is a girl dad

And Marc Spector and Jake Lockley

(Jake especially)

But Nathan Bateman

Nathan Bateman oozes boy dad

Because, right:

Nathan created Ava and has the mindset that girls are scary

(And Luna pointed out that he'd be wary after that having a girl after 'the incident' and I agree)

Seems like the kind of guy to say 'first time, guaranteed' after sex, when you both agree to start trying

(he was right, it was)

(you still don't know how he did it)

Anyways, you both have a boy

He needed to find out at your anomaly scan because he hasn't been able to control one single thing during this pregnancy and he hates it

So he voted he found out the gender

Makes you put on classical music for "the foetus" (Nathan's words) because he seems like that type of guy

Not that he doubts the kid'll be a genius, but it can't hurt

When your son is here, Nathan would be a mess

It was one thing knowing you were pregnant, seeing the bump and ultrasounds and all

But now there's an actual kid

A kid that is fully reliant on him

Nathan probably wouldn't sleep for weeks

Just sit and works and watches the kid, make sure he's breathing

He'd mellow out eventually, when you'd told him he needed sleep and can't keep doing this to himself

You took over the night shift after that, mostly

He isn't the kind of dad to rough house

But one that you'll catch talking out coding issues to an infant who just stares at Nathan, just because of the sound of his voice

Your son would look nothing like you, and take everything after Nathan (he's super smug about it too - not only can he make literal lifelike robots, but he has 'superior genes' too)

Would want to call the boy something unique like Silas, or Atlas, something along those lines

You had veto'd them very quickly

But Silas grew on you, so I can imagine you agreed to a unique name

Once your son was old enough, he'd definitely teach him how to box

Since Nathan's sleep schedule is fucked (he's working on it), he's always up first with the kid

You'll always find them on the decking at the punching bag

Nathan was always guiding him, praising him when your son eventually punched the bag

You and Nathan both regularly went out on hikes (he enjoyed them more than you did) even before the kid

When the kid was born, it was easy to carry him around in a carrier on your chests

But when he got older and learned to walk, he never wanted to be carried

And the hikes took longer

So now Nathan's planned out new family friendly routes for you all, where you'll all be out for an hour, tops, and not far from the house

Nathan really hates mess, so will probably follow the kid around once he starts walking, just picking up after him

If he's stressed or hungover (he's working on that too) he would probably yell at you to sort it out

He'd apologise later after you chewed him out, even offering to do bath time and get the kid ready for bed

"I'll read him a story or some shit"

(It's probably Stephen Hawking)

He'd arrange someone to decorate the kids bedroom to look like space or something

You had a field day looking around the IKEA website and choosing what you wanted for your son's dream bedroom, but Nathan had just rolled his eyes and got the more expensive, designer, equivalent and it was delivered within a week

You'd told him off for doing it, but he just shrugged at you wordlessly as he set up the bedroom for your son

This is long enough, I'm gonna stop here, but now I want to write a full series of dad!Nathan 😭😭😭

[strewwwberry]

I just read this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65016871

And now I'm taking it further and thinking of a "Shen Yuan somehow knows literally every dangerous person in at least china and at most, big named people globally due to being #rich kid that's just kinda there, but also knows everything about everyone" au

Anywho lets start with the logistics of how and why Shen Yuan (modern au) knows so goddamn much!

And coz I'm not a pussy (/j do whatever you want, you not a pussy for doing shit differently) my reasoning ain't gon be "he's nice, #mothervibes"

(But he is mothering dwdw)

and I am a pussy in that as real and well done as it is I cannot STAND his internalised homophobia, so in this au he got drunk and kissed a guy in college, and freaked out and came out within the next year thanks to a stubborn sister who's fed up with his bullshit and one SQH who’s here for the ride

(also in this au he was a shut in in middle to high school, went through a red pill phase, and was dragged out of his coffin in college which ended up being a purifing and liberating experience of finding out ✨people don’t give a fuck about you or anyone else (usually)✨ especially tired young adults who just found out what a mortgage is and trying to survive on instant noodles and expensive coffee they cannot afford at the best of times)

Anywho back to the topic, he knows #everythingabouteveryone because he is nosy A.F. Mixed with learnt how to code and did a lil hacking during his shut in years coz he watched the matrix once and he was just like “ooohgg strange computer numbers”

Like teenage boys do (I’m serious Ive heard at least 5 stories of guys who have gone through this exact childhood experience with varying success)

And because of this whenever he meets anyone EVER for 1 full conversation (incredible I know, a singular convo? Scary /srs)

And immediately digs up everything he can find which usually ends with him digging up dirt and yada yada

Now, how does he even get the chance to have these convos with powerful, rich, dangerous #wattpad male lead people?

This is mainly because of the fact he HAS to go to those rich people meet up parties, usually entailing rich people and “up comers” tryna gain connections, but can also delve into high up criminals tryna make connections with the tax evading sorta rich which is most definitely at least some of SY’s family

(The one thing about his life we actually know about apart from having a younger sister and two older bros, is that he rich rich so ima take that and run)

Before we carry on, here’s my idea for how the “business” is set up (can be skipped but I thought so hard to write this so feel bad for me and let me guilt you into reading :D)

Dads side: great great grandparents grew up modest, not rich not poor, just in a loop of sorts, and decided to run a restaurant together, over the next generation (great grandparents) would expand with more restaurants, and the next (grandparents) would go further into hospitality with a hotel company opening up, and then his father and uncle would go to upkeep all of this.

Mums side: grandmother(GM) was an anesthesiologist, grandfather(GF) worked in pharmaceutical, they got married and decided to open their own pharmaceutical company, which GM was (rightfully) worried about as she got paid really well (becoming an anesthesiologist is rough and tryna transition from that to pharmacy is a massive risk and can be a downgrade payment wise) but she did so anyway in the name of ❤️love❤️ and apparently power of love worked coz now they rich rich coz of it; mum, her 2 older sisters, and younger brother would go to carry on the pharmaceutical business

Mum and dad met at rich people gathering thought hey you kinda cool and joining would only make us richer! Marriage of convenience that worked well enough!

Sy’s oldest brother and second oldest where fighting for dad and uncles business in hospitality coz they thought it would be easier (highlight thought, easier or not it’s still not easy lmfao) and their father wanted one of the boys to inherit his stuff anyway (older bro won and hired his younger bro as second in command out of both care and pure spite), and their mother had already decided that when they get a girl she’s inheriting the pharmaceutical company (angsty time for familial pressure 🤭 and suddenly sy’s weird relationship with sexuality and gender is being unraveled verrrryyyyyy slowly)

Anywho back to sy, he’s the weird 3rd son not involved in any inheritance so his parents want his gain connections to try and figure out where he can go and still live comfortable (in normal people terms, rich rich with a literal house in his name fully paid off and literal servants despite it being (checks notes) 2017(?))

And because of this he’s going around meeting; newly wealthy people, old money people, big named people, and, you guessed it, dangerous mofos (dangerous in a sort of this business is totally not a cover for a loitering drug money scheme for triad gangs😄!)

And the reason he knows shit? Mans is stubborn he decides if he wants to find out this persons shit? He’ll find out even if it kills him (he says not realizing how literal that statement can be until he’s in too deep)

And I’ve lost my train of thought so imma make this part 1 and link next part below

1 <here

2

[syntheticsymp]

Anton Ivanov Backstory Headcannons

- we don’t know much about his past, so I am making him one. If more about him is released later, I’ll adjust accordingly, but right now, there is almost nothing about him, so I wanted to give my favorite lil guy some love -

🚧 Right off the bat, I am calling family issues

🚧 He grew up in a broken home. There was always fighting/yelling between his parents. I’m guessing his father was misogynistic and his mother was not having it, slowly going down a spiral until he drove her crazy

🚧 Maybe schizophrenia runs in his family? I think it would be interesting, considering his Bro

🚧 He was raised in a ‘traditional family’ which explains some of his outdated views on masculinity (pain is gain, and such) that he is trying to move past

🚧 He would listen to metal music to block out the fighting, hence his love for metal that continues to this day. He feels more comfortable around loud noises because of this, too. Silence makes him antsy

🚧 Also, he took any excuse to get out of the house, which is why he spent all his free time at the gym and the ABS. Even as he got older, he kept the habit. He could spend hours on the machines without batting an eye

🚧 Making friends was always a problem for him, so he often made up imaginary friends (one would later become his ‘bro’) but surprisingly, he did well in school. Especially math.

🚧 He was offered a scholarship to go to college to study engineering, which he gladly took to get away from his family.

🚧 At first, he genuinely didn't know how to act around other people, in this fresh start. He was a classic burnout for the first year. His imaginary friends had faded, but he still had trouble fitting in with other kids his age because of his… strong personality.

🚧 During this time he experimented with who he was. The fashion, the hair, his identity. He chose to believe that everything happened to him because of fate. It made the memories hurt less

🚧 Eventually, he made two bros out of some fellow burnouts and punks. And that was how he started his metal band. He still talks about those guys, even years later, when they had drifted apart.

🚧 There was still alot of free time to be had, so Anton got an after-school job at a construction site. He was known around the base as the ‘morale booster’ and was always working hard.

🚧 Khors Belabog instantly saw Anton’s potential and offered him a spot on the team. At first, Anton declined, saying he wanted to finish his degree first.

🚧 Then his mom got sick with a terminal disease. He felt too guilty not to help her out with hospital bills. Returning home was a nightmare, the only thing worse was seeing his dad again.

🚧 When Anton returned to his life at college, he became even more positive. His response to revisiting his trauma was to work harder. He never wants people to feel as down as he did, so he tries to become the person people need.

🚧 The second time Khors Belabog offered him a contract (this time with way more money) he accepted. It meant dropping out of college, but Anton felt more at home with all the drills and machinery.

🚧 Oh, and this was around the time his imaginary friends came back, this time in the form of power tools. He was drifting apart from his friends now that they weren't in school together and the metal band broke up.

🚧 Once again, he had nobody. But that was ok! Anton would just work harder.

🚧 He worked. And kept working. Until eventually he became rich. Filthy rich. With all his hard work at Belabog and the late nights, how could he not be? He lives in a nice apartment but rarely uses it since he is always at work

🚧 I like to believe he keeps his apartment clean. He may call it his bachelor pad, but nothing goes out of place. Since he grew up in a home where if one thing was wrong, he’d get yelled at, he’s careful to put everything away. He even has a hook for his jacket

🚧 Anton became close with the main group of Belabog industries as time passed. He moved up the ranks as the Senior Project Manager even though everyone knew his real job was powering morale.

🚧 With his appearance on the news and talk shows, he became known as the terrifying, no-nonsense builder, even if he wasn’t scary at all. He was just loud.

🚧 People still avoid him on the streets, but that's alright! He has his new family at Belabog. And he has his bro. He can't let down his team by losing his positivity now.

🚧 One final note about Anton, I would like to discuss the phrase ‘would follow the proxy, even if they chose to go down a dark path.’

🚧 This man is loyal to a fault. He would do anything for his friends. He loves fiercely and passionately, for better or worse. If you are patient with Anton and put in the effort, you will no doubt have the best friend of your life. He’d follow you around like a puppy, laying his own life on the line for your whims

[jazzystudios82]

Diabolik Lovers: An Angel's Embrace AU Shorts #6 - The Sons of Beatrix ♡

"You are your father's prized heir. It would be best that you keep yourself inside the castle, so you needn't bother yourself with unnecessary things..." - Beatrix, Diabolik Lovers

Warning: Diabolik Lovers is a series that contains dark themes and mature topics. Discretion is advised.

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The Sakamaki Mansion. . . .

Angelica was reading one of her favorite books in the gazebo when she heard a rustling from the bushes. Her silver eyes looked away from the pages so that she could look behind, seeing small bits of pink hair with the green leaves of the bushes. A small smile appeared on Angelica’s face, and after putting a bookmark in her novel and setting it aside on the table in front of her, Angelica said, “Akira, is that you?” 

Her son popped out of the bushes with a smile on his face and leaves in his hair. “How’d you know it was me, Mama?” he asked as he joined her in the gazebo. “Well for starters, you’re the only other one in the mansion to have pink hair.” Angelica told him as she gently plucked the leaves out of his hair while he sat in her lap. “Oh yeah, I forgot.” Akira giggled. The young boy then noticed his mother’s book and asked, “What’s that book about, Momma?” “It’s The Odyssey, my dear. I’m afraid that you’re too young to read this.” she told him as she grabbed it and kept it out of his reach. Akira pouted but didn’t whine about it: if his mother said he couldn't read something yet, then he can just wait until he got older. 

“Ok, then can you read me a story when you’re done?” he asked her. “And which story would that be?” Angelica questioned, though already had an idea. “Beauty and the Beast!” Akira declared with a smile. As Angelica was about to respond, she heard a few maids talking amongst themselves. She looked over her shoulder to see that a few maids were delivering some laundry from the washing room, and she managed to overhear them mentioning Beatrix’s name once or twice, and they brought up her pregnancy. ‘That’s right, Miss Beatrix should be ready to give birth any day now.’ Angelica thought to herself. She remembered the day Beatrix’s pregnancy was announced, especially the way Cordelia reacted. The purple haired woman was NOT happy about it. And Angelica remembered having to take Akira away when Cordelia began screeching to Karlheinz about it, while Beatrix and Christa followed in suit. 

Angelica could kind of understand where Cordelia was coming from, but she also knew that she didn’t have to take her anger out on Beatrix through those petty remarks of hers. Angelica felt bad for the blonde haired woman, and offered Beatrix help during her pregnancy, though she’d politely declined every time. Angelica was brought out of her thoughts when she felt Akira lightly tap her shoulder. “Yes?” “What are the maids talking about?” 

“I assume they’re talking about the upcoming arrival of your little sibling.” 

Akira beamed at this, barely containing his excitement, which made Angelica smile. Ever since the announcement that Beatrix was pregnant, Akira was ecstatic to become a big brother. Like everyone else, he wasn’t sure what the gender was, though Karlheinz declared that it would be a boy. Regardless, Akira’s excitement grew and grew every time he and his mother met with Beatrix during the past nine months, especially when she allowed him to feel her stomach for the baby’s kick, and Angelica could never forget how her son’s eyes lit up when he felt it.

“Mama, do you know if the baby’s coming today?” Akira asked. “I’m not sure,” Angelica told him. “Babies take a long time to come into the world.” “Did I take a long time to be born?” “Not really,” Angelica said. “You were. . . .born a little earlier than expected.” “What do you mean?” “Well-”

“Lady Angelica!” a voice called out. Angelica and Akira looked to see that it was the head butler, whom Akira affectionately called ‘Gramps’, running towards them with great urgency. “Is everything alright?” “My lady, you must come quick! It’s Lady Beatrix, she’s gone into labor and has requested your aid!”

“!”

Angelica picked up Akira and carried him in her arms as she followed Gramps to where Beatrix was. They passed by several other servants, who were all trying to prepare for the baby’s arrival. During this, Angelica nearly ran into Christa in the halls. “A-Angie? What’s going on?” Christa asked. “Beatrix’s baby is coming!” Angelica told the pale woman. “She’s requested my assistance!” She then asked, “I know that this may seem like a bad time, but can you please look after Akira? I don’t think he should be around her for right now.” Christa nodded. “Of course! You know I’ll always say yes.” The white haired woman took Akira from Angelica, though the boy seemed to want to stay with his mother. 

“But Mama, I want to see Mama Beatrix and my new sibling!” he cried out. “I know baby, but you’re gonna have to wait for a little bit. In the meantime, Mama Christa is going to look after you. Ok?” Akira reluctantly nodded, and went along with Christa as Angelica followed Gramps to the medical room where Beatrix was. It didn’t take long for Angelica and Gramps to arrive, where they saw several nurses trying to help Beatrix.

“Lady Beatrix, what’s wrong?” Angelica asked, kneeling by Beatrix’s side. “I-It hurts. . . .and K-Karlheinz isn’t. . . .here!” she told her, wincing from the pain. Angelica mentally cursed at this. Their shared husband was on some business trip for the past few days, and there hadn’t been any news of his arrival yet. Beatrix’s ocean blue eyes looked into Angelica’s silver ones as she attempted to ask, “I need. . . .no, I-I want y-your. . . .”

“My help? Do you need my help, Lady Beatrix?” Angelica asked, and though Beatrix didn’t like to be interrupted, the blonde nodded her head quickly as the doctor arrived. 

“Sorry that I’m late!” the doctor said. “I won’t bore you all with the details!” The dark haired demon put his medical bag on a nearby chair and helped the nurses prep for the baby’s birth. He noticed Angelica by Beatrix’s side and said, “Lady Angelica, I’m afraid that I must ask you to leave so-” 

“N-No!” Beatrix exclaimed. “She s-stays! Please, I-I need h-her!” 

“Lord Karlheinz isn’t back from his trip,” Angelica explained as she held Beatrix’s right hand to offer her support. “And since he was here for our son’s birth, I don’t think that Lady Beatrix wants to do this without a. . . .familiar face in the room for aid.” “I see,” the doctor sighed. “In that case, you must do exactly what I say to help with the birthing process. Understood?” 

“Of course.” Angelica responded, ignoring the pain from Beatrix’s grip.

“Good, then let us proceed.”

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After five hours, an exhausted Beatrix had finally managed to give birth to a healthy baby boy. As the nurses and doctor helped with taking care of the afterbirth, Angelica stayed by Beatrix’s side as she nursed her son. The pink haired woman heard a knock at the door, making her stand up and walk to the wooden door to see who it was. She opened the door ever so slightly to see that it was Karlheinz, who had little Akira in his arms. Angelica was surprised to see Akira with his father, since she didn’t know that Karlheinz had arrived. 

“Mama!” Akira exclaimed, reaching out for his mother. 

“Akira, please lower your voice,” Angelica told him, taking him from his father’s eyes and into hers. “Lady Beatrix is still tired from giving birth. And I think your brother’s hearing is still a little sensitive.” “I have a brother?” Akira asked, keeping his voice at a quiet tone like his mother requested. “Can I see him?” he asked her, but before Angelica could answer, Karlheinz beat her to it. “I’m afraid that you’re going to have to ask Beatrix about that. Your brother is her son after all.”

“Karlheinz? Is that you?” Beatrix asked, her voice a bit hoarse from her screaming and wailing. “It is,” Karlheinz answered, walking towards his second wife. “I’m sorry for not being here for the birth. I did my best to get here as fast as possible as soon as I got the message from my familiar.” Beatrix stopped nursing her baby, and after covering herself up, replied with, “It’s alright. You had important business to attend to after all. I’m just glad that our son is healthy.” 

Karlheinz smiled at the news. “That’s good to hear. Did you pick out a name for him, Beatrix?” Beatrix nodded. “I have. At first, I was going to name him Ririe. But when I looked at him, I thought that the name Shu fit him better. What do you think?” Karlheinz looked at his second son, and said, “It does.” His golden eyes looked at Beatrix’s face, noticing her clear fatigue. “Beatrix, I think you should rest. You just went through a rather tiring ordeal.” “But who’ll watch Shu?” “Why, Angelica can do so.” Karlheinz told her, gesturing to his fourth wife. 

“!”

Angelica blinked in surprise. She was more than happy to look after Shu while Beatrix slept, but she didn’t want to make Beatrix uncomfortable. It also didn’t help that Karlheinz offered her assistance without consulting her. “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, Lady Beatrix.” Angelica said to the tired vampiric woman. “. . . .I don’t mind, Lady Angelica.” Beatrix said, gently handing Shu to his father, who would give him to Angelica when Akira got out of her hold. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. Besides, I know that he’s the safest with you.”

Akira quietly asked his mother to put him down, which she did, so that he could walk over to Beatrix to check on her. “Mama Beatrix, do you want me to bring you anything?” he asked politely, having noticed her hair was slicked with sweat and having seen how tired she looked. A small smile appeared on Beatrix’s pale face as she looked at the boy with some affection. “Thank you Akira, but I’m fine. I just need to rest and I’ll be better.” 

“Ok,” Akira said. “But if you need anything, you can let me and my Mama know.” 

“Of course.”

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Angelica’s Room. . . .

One of the first things Akira did when he and Angelica got to her room was grab one of the storybooks from a nearby shelf the blue clad woman kept in case Akira was there and wanted a story. He looked through the pages to find a story for his mother to read while Angelica gently rocked a sleeping Shu back and forth. The pale baby was whimpering at first since he was in an unknown woman’s embrace, but he got used to it eventually and would even cry if one of the maids tried to hold him while Angelica had to get Akira’s attention when walking to her room.

As Angelica sat on her plush bed, Akira took off his shoes before he climbed on the bed and got close to his mother and baby brother, giving Shu enough space so that he doesn’t accidentally hurt him. “Have you picked out a story you liked?” Angelica asked. Akira nodded vigorously, and revealed it to his mother with glee. “I chose Sleeping Beauty. Is that ok?” he asked, his attention on Shu, who was now awake and staring at the pink haired boy. 

“Let me check.” Angelica said. She has read the story in the past as a child, but it had been so long she had forgotten. She didn’t want this to be a repeat of the time she read Akira the story Hansel and Gretel. After gently placing some pillows around the newborn baby for his safety, Angelica looked through the fairy tale quickly and said, “I think it’s suitable for the two of you.” Akira beamed as he sat near Shu, who seemed to be barely aware of what was going on, though he liked hearing the pink haired woman’s voice and the older boy’s warm embrace when he was asked by the older woman to be careful with him. It didn’t take long for Shu to fall asleep before the story reached its end. 

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One Year Later. . . .

Not long after Shu’s birth, his mother Beatrix became pregnant again. Due to this, Akira had tried to show the blonde haired boy how to be a ‘good big brother’ in preparation, though since Shu was only a year old this didn’t really stick. But Akira didn’t mind. He was excited to have another sibling in the house, even if they weren’t from his mother Angelica.

Speaking of, Angelica was once again involved with helping Beatrix give birth to her second child: and just like before, she held the blonde’s hand and gave words of encouragement during the process. This time was much easier, as Karlheinz was around this time, and he even had Beatrix drink a potion to lessen the pain. As a result, Beatrix gave birth in an hour after her water broke. After her son was cleaned up and given to her, Beatrix named the boy ‘Reiji’ and asked Angelica to look after her newborn son and Shu while she rested, to which she agreed to do. 

This is how it led to Angelica spending her time with a five year old, a one year old, and a newborn in the playroom, where Akira was playing a game with Shu. As she cradled young Reiji, she took a good look at him, and from what she could tell, Reiji didn’t have any of of his parents’ features: instead of having white hair like Karlheinz or blonde hair like Beatrix, his little wisps of hair was a dark purple-black, and as for his eyes? They were a pretty shade of magenta, instead of being a molten gold or ocean blue. Angelica would have thought that this would be odd if she didn’t know what Karlheinz’s father, Johan Sakamaki, looked like. The previous Vampire King had hair and eyes just like little Reiji’s, making Angelica come to the conclusion that the boy inherited them from his paternal grandfather.

Reiji brought Angelica back to reality when his tiny hand began to play with her braided hair. Angelica let out a light laugh as she stopped him from trying to tug on her hair. “Reiji, that’s not a toy.” she told him, moving her braid away from his grasp. Reiji almost started crying until Angelica started to hum a song, which helped calm him down.

Angelica’s attention was taken off of the boy when she heard the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor of the hallway. The noise was made by none other than Cordelia, whose lime green eyes narrowed in what seemed to be disgust at the sight of Akira, Shu, and baby Reiji in Angelica’s arms. She let out a huff and walked away to wherever it was that she was going originally.

“Mama, why did Ms Cordelia look mad?” Akira asked, looking at his mother. “!” Angelica had hoped that none of the boys, especially Akira, had noticed it. “I. . . .I’m afraid that I don’t know.” Angelica said. “Maybe she was just having a bad day today.” 

“Should we go check on her?”

“I don’t think so Akira, while it’s nice that you’re concerned, I think Lady Cordelia would like to be alone right now.” 

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Cordelia marched into Karlheinz’s office without so much as knocking on his door, which made the white haired vampire sigh in annoyance. “Cordelia, I thought I’ve told you that I am not to be disturbed when my office door is-”

Karlheinz was interrupted when the purple haired woman practically caged him against his desk, greatly surprising him. 

“C-Cordelia?”

“I can’t take it anymore Karl,” she said in a venomous tone. “What are you talking about, Cordelia?” he asked. Cordelia took a deep breath to calm herself, and she was quick to press her body against his as she began to pretend to cry. “I’m sick of seeing those two women giving you heirs left and right. It was my duty to do so as your first wife, wasn’t it?” “. . .” Karlheinz stayed silent as a smile made its way to his face. Looks like she finally relented after all this time. 

“Karl, please I beg of you. . . .give me a child right now.”

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[hereyeswithoutaface]

A couple of fruits (epilogue)

sigh i'm gonna miss newham gang! anyway lemon, tangerine, and ashley fanart at the end by @katkandi

Getting split up from your friends isn't an ideal predicament to find yourself in, especially if they are the closest thing you have to family, yet, for the trio, it is what happened to them, when they were separated at 03:24 A.M, April 21st, 2005. Toby and Michael together, and Ashley alone. They wouldn't see each other for 13 years after that. But what happened in the time in between?

Toby Davies, the Thomas the tank engine expert, had his named changed to a code one by the agency- Lemon. He was further mentored on how to read people, as it seemed to be his strong point, he was great with guns too, but fist fighting and close contact was his best weapon. Access to the outside world was limited, so he couldn't watch as much Thomas as he would like, a stark contrast to his life prior in Newham, but after explaining this to his mentor- an older female agent with a manic stare and beaded glasses, he was allowed to watch one episode a week. He also typically spent all of his earnings on Thomas merch, or plushies. He'd started buying plushies during their first out of country mission, one in France, and had done it ever since, it reminded him of Ashley's old plushie collection. His personal favorite part of being a killer whilst a teenager was the appearance freedom, the agency allowed him to dye his hair however he wanted, a privilege he had basically abused. He didn't really struggle with the killing aspect of his new life, he had always been blunt, and comedic- which he still was, but now he was bitter too towards life, like a lemon.

Meanwhile, Michael Davies, the kleptomaniac asshole, had taken a lot longer to adjust, and for the first 3 weeks he had to get sedated quite often just so he'd stop thrashing about and yelling for the agents to tell him what had happened to Ashley. But he eventually realized his attempts were pointless, and stopped it. He was then given the name Tangerine, which he didn't hate that much, because of what Ashley had said to him months prior about her liking of the fruit. He was mentored by a rather largely built man, who knew Tangerine was the more cold-blooded of the twins, and used this to his advantage, training him to kill people in more brutal and almost sadistic ways, which he adopted quickly, and got very good at long distance sniper head-shots, a true assassin cliche, and he never missed. He grew out a mustache, just like his father had, and wore fine suits that he spent his earnings on. He'd watch Westham games on the hotel TVs when they were out of the country, and spent an unhealthy amount of time looking for Ashley, yearning, to put it bluntly. His smoking problem got worse, and he had many tattoos done when on jobs, keeping his ear piercing, just as she would've wanted, but he was still really adaptable for situations, just like a tangerine.

Finally, Ashley Edwards, the brash girl with a rough upbringing, arguably, her life was shifted drastically, the agency sent her away, to the other side of the country, to a small countryside village near york, where she attended a boarding school ran by nuns, which she hated, and they hated her. And so did everyone else in the school, they all thought she was chavvy and disrespectful, the experience was basically her exact idea of hell. Her name was changed to Natalie Breckthorne, in the attempts of stopping the twins from finding her, but she was awfully resilient to the name at first, refusing to respond to it, and writing her name as Ashley on everything. But as she neared an adult, she accepted the name and new life, and realized she would have to accept life without her best friend and boyfriend, the only two people she had ever trusted in her life. After leaving the high school, she went back to London, central, where she worked in a family friend's hair salon, constantly looking around for those two people she would never find for years. She was lost, alone, and had no one to go to, but she wouldn't give into her family's cycle of addiction, she wasn't like anything, she was Ashley Edwards.