#he loves his little brother I'm a sucker for that🥺

[virichemia]

Looking at brother Not looking

[vampiremillk]

After talking about sweets the other day, I can't help but wonder... how would any slashers of your choosing (Bo? 🥺) be with a reader with an incredible sweet tooth? 🥺

SWEETHEART !

PAIRING : bo sinclair , art the clown , hannibal lecter &&. sweet toothed female reader

BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . thanks for requesting from me, meadow !! <3 i’m sorry if these are so bad ! they were all written in one sitting at 4 am while being half-asleep, which is sadly when most of my ideas suddenly want to pour outta me out of all times of the day haha !

BO SINCLAIR. 

• he already called you those sweet-flavored, southern classics such as "honey" and "sugar/sugar lips" before he was even aware of your severe sugar cravings, but after he discovered that trait about you, the nicknames had a lot more of a clever meaning behind them. you noticed that he started to address you as such a lot more, whether it was to tease you about the fact that you loved to gobble down on candies and honeybuns or to simply be affectionate towards you.

• to all my black beauties with dark skin, he's definitely, one way or another, going to call you his "hershey kiss" or "chocolate cheeks" at least thrice a day. i'm sorry. his ego leads him to believe they're the most creative love-names someone could ever come up with, too. you always playfully smacked him whenever he called you such corny titles, earning a big dumb grin from him.

• “hey. you.” his voice called behind you. you turned around to face him and his sly little grin, your peripheral vision spying the swift blur of yellow being tossed atop the kitchen counter; it was a chocolate bar. “i went out this mornin’ t’get some stuff from the store. thought you’d like a lil’ somethin’ nice.”

• bo also has a sweet tooth himself, and it was quite evident with the way he’d fight and argue with his brothers over the last sprinkle-covered, little debbie brownie, when he’d confess to “accidentally” eating one of your sweet snacks, or when he’d open up the fridge and grab a can of whipped cream and eat it straight out of the cannister, letting the cool stream of clouded milk puff from the can once he pressured his finger against the opening and gather into his mouth.

• you were sat at the kitchen table to witness when he did it one afternoon, rolling your eyes amusingly. “you too lazy to put it in a cup at least, bo-zo?”

• with a pompous smile, he looked over his shoulder at you, licking the residue from his upper lip and speaking with a mouthful. “you want some?”

• you nodded, figuring why not. it just so happened that your sweet tooth was aching for something at that moment. he walked over to you with the can still inside his grasp, and the closer he came, the more you tilted your head back, preparing for him to hold the can to your mouth and place the cream inside, but rather, you heard him refill more into his mouth instead.

• after his second chug of whipped cream, he held some of it inside the gates of his teeth and placed the can to the side on top of the counter, a mischievous gleam in his eye when he turned to witness the confused look you donned, leaning in until his face was mere inches from your own. “y'gonna take it from me or what?”

ART THE CLOWN.

• halloween was a sweet tooth’s dream, the best time for sweets to be scattered about. art acknowledged the fact that you were a sucker ( i’m punny ) for candies and such, so he’d always go out of his way to go trick or treating and bring back a bucketload for you to stuff your face with.

• he returned to your home with an entire bag full one year and you excitedly thanked him. you started to open the bag until he tapped on your shoulder, catching your attention. “what is it?”

• he stuck out his neck and tapped the side of his face with his index finger, a huge grin on his face. he was asking for a kiss on the cheek as a proper thank you, which you happily gave him. you rummaged through the candy bag then to see what kind of goodies he brought back, only for your finger to graze against something ridiculously sticky…

• “aw, man, art. i think you got one that opened and melted everywh—” you screamed suddenly, jolting up from your seat. it wasn’t a melted piece of candy. it was a bloody, severed finger.

• “art…” you began, slowly and cautiously removing the finger from the bag and holding it up to show him. “please tell me this is a prop…”

• he put both of his hands in the air and shrugged, innocently.

HANNIBAL LECTER.

• hannibal was the food specialist in regards of meats and garnishes, but he never took much of an immense fondness to sugary treats. despite, he’d be very accommodating to you fulfilling your sweet tooth’s desires as he is someone who is all for letting one embrace their nature and letting it thrive. he’ll keep your cravings in mind when shopping for groceries or baking.

• however, he would also encourage you to exercise moderation as he does with his own diet. he’d sometimes remind you of the importance of a healthy consumption and lifestyle if your sweet tooth was something that became overly excessive. he once looked inside the trash bin and discovered an entire ice cream carton and that you also ate over a dozen miniature cupcakes based on its empty container lodged in there as well. he decided enough was enough that day and refused to let you indulge in anymore for the rest of the week, no matter how much you complained.

• he would definitely enjoy giving you sweets as an occasional reward or treat, perhaps on special events such as your anniversary or valentine’s day, feeding you chocolate-covered strawberries that he made himself just for you by holding them up to your lips.

©️ VAMPIREMILLK . do not plagiarize, distribute to other sites or translate any of my work without my permission .

[leviathans-watching]

Helloooooo!!!

I really loved and enjoyed the latest fic about Solomon and being his rival🥺

I'm a sucker for a good "enemis/rivals to lovers" damn

Could you perhaps write a part 2 for it? (If not, then ignore this ask :)🙏)

Maybe Solomon finding the witches that hurt mc and dealing with them and then mc finds out what he did for them? Or maybe Solomon spending more time with mc with the excuse of "protecting them bc obviously they can't" but in truth he just wants to be close to them?

Whatever comes in mind! I love your writing and your ideas 😚🥰

Have a great day/night and a fantastic Christmas!!!! 💜💜💜🥰🥰🥰⛄

rivals au w/ solomon pt 2

includes: solomon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list | pt 1 | pt 3

a/n: he's such a dork, i hope you enjoy lmao. thanks for the kind words and for requesting!! my inbox is closed for reqs atp but you can still leave feedback and chat with me!!

*holding hands out pitifully* reblogs? p-please? OwO

“so, mc,” solomon hums, plopping down next to you like it’s an everyday thing, “which witches were the ones you had trouble with last time?”

“what are you doing here, solomon?” you ask, fixing him with an unimpressed look. “you’re in my seatmate’s spot.”

“not anymore.” he flashes you with a charming grin. “we traded.”

“you…traded.”

“yep!” giving you a smirk, he scans the room. “man, i like this seat, too. the only downside is the person i’m stuck beside.”

“no one’s forcing you to sit here,” you tell him flatly. “so go on, like a good little sorcerer, and get back in your normal seat.”

“aw, do you truly hate me that much?”

“yes.” you don’t even spare him a glance, organizing your papers.

solomon doesn’t bother to hide his chuckle, leaning back in his seat languorously. he can’t really pin down exactly why he’d switched seats with the poor shmuck who’d had to sit with you before, and he doesn’t really try. by the time he’d stopped to consider what he was doing, he’d already sealed the deal with your old table partner. it’s not his fault, really!

ever since you’d showed up at his house on that rainy day, he’s been feeling weird whenever he thought about you. you didn't seem to be affected, which only pissed him off more. damn, you got under his skin in a way nobody else could.

“hey, mc,” he says, reaching over to grab one of your books, “you actually take notes on this crap? it comes naturally for me.”

you snatch the book out of his hands, placing it far out of his reach. the fact that he consistently scored higher than you on exams and tests was a sore spot for you and a point of pride for him, especially since it was always only by one or two points.

“the brothers like to use my notes,” you explain coolly.

“you actually help them?”

“sometimes,” you shrug. “i mean, it’s not like i do it for nothing. it’s all transactional.”

he whistles. “how heartless of you.”

you scoff. “says you.”

as your banter falls into its familiar pattern, he feels a bit better. so what if his emotions were all tangled up when he thought about you? you were still the same old annoying, stuck up, know-it-all mc that you’d always been. so what if his heart started to beat in his chest at the thought fo you, or if he couldn’t look away from your concentrated face when you took your stupid notes.

everything is normal. everything is fine.

then you look over at him, making a what do you want? face, the light falling over your eyes in a way he’s never seen, and he has to look away first, heat exploding across his face.

everything is not fine!

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[peachdues]

Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE the dynamic between Sanemi and Genya in Compass chapter 2? I'm a sucker for some Shinazugawa bros content and the way you write their relationship is so satisfying to read. Genya was telling Sanemi that he deserved to be happy and Sanemi wondering when his little brother had grown up was so heartwarming to me.

I'm an older sibling myself, and I feel like one day I'm going to have a moment like Sanemi did when my younger brother will give me advice or tell me something and I'll wonder "where did all the time go?" and get emotional 🥲

Sorry for the long paragraphs, but I just wanted to tell you how much your writing connects to me on a personal level.. I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

bestieeee thank you so fucking much!!

I really wanted to highlight their relationship. I initially thought about cutting more of the genya stuff but I’m glad I didn’t!

In all honesty, this was like, my interpretation of Sanemi’s wish he tells Genya in the infinity castle — when he tells him “I’d never let a demon get near you.” I’ve always read his character as being willing to do absolutely whatever is necessary to keep his brother from suffering the way he does (no matter how it hurts him and Genya). This chapter features a lot of things that might make someone question why Sanemi won’t just leave/quit — but I think keeping all of the Genya scenes makes it clear why. It’s all for him.

(If you’ll notice, Genya doesn’t even have scars bc in this universe, Sanemi is successful 😭 a girl can dream).

I’m so happy you liked it!! I truly love writing these two. And kadmdkwkak while I’m not an older sibling, I’m genuinely so touched that it resonated so hard with you!! Thank you for sharing your perspective, because I wouldn’t have been able to think of it as a younger sibling 🥺 I think it’s so incredibly sweet!!

Thank you for reading 🤍

[seattledaytwo]

same anon here <3 and i'm gonna rUMBLE LIKE A LOT

okay so-- I CANNOT WITH FWB AU ESPECIALLY WITH CASUAL.

i'm literally gonna burst in tears if I see this. (wink)

twilight! au is something I didn't expect. but if you don't mind sharing, then who you think should be a vampire? I mean ofc it depends on the plot and whatever, just want to hear your perspective.

personal thoughts: alex is a good choice to be a vampire, because she already has powers (and a good charisma check) and for the funsies she wouldn't have any troubles with disguise, because she already is pale (silly). and I can imagine her being like Alice from twilight to be this mysterious but friendly girl

i can imagine steph being a vampire, but just like the idea of her still being a simple mortal more. plus, it's just kinda funny, because she falls for a vampire being like a complete fantasy nerd. so she has many stereotypes, but tries to be respectful about.

like i can see her being scared and protective of herself at first when she finds out. maybe if alex empathy is still there, steph may suspect alex in using her powers on her (because vampires are predators and I think she wouldn't be so accepting of empathy in this case).

but then, when they worked things out (or if), steph is just "so... uh. is this the part where you pin me to the wall and suck blood from my neck in a very sexual way? "

"the fuck steph." and then alex just shows her bloody steaks or hospital blood packs, whatever.

(steph is disappointed)

I am indeed an Alex vampire truther!! I just think she’d make a great one 😏 her angsty ass (I love her)

(Okay so this is so out of my comfort zone that I will probably never ACTUALLY do anything but fuck is it fun to think about)

So Alex is fairly recently turned (I'd say in the last year or two), just meandering Portland trying to get her life together when Gabe reaches out. She's torn bc she knows they can't stay together, he'll eventually figure it out, but at least they can have a few good years together.

But then he dies. And fuck, what is she supposed to do now? She has to find out what happened to him, but she has to be careful. She still has her canon personality, one bc she's naturally kind and friendly, but also bc she HAS to come off as normal or she'll have to make a quick getaway before she can solve the mystery of Gabe's death.

You know that scene in Twilight where Edward says "I can read every mind in this room except yours?" Picture that but with empathy. Alex can feel every single emotion...except Steph's. At first she's put off, a little irritated that this girl that supposedly loved her brother doesn't seem to give a shit about his death.

But then the foosball scene, and Alex realizes shit, she's feeling things, I just can't read them. She has to use her own intuition to make Steph feel better (and she naturally has extra intuition from being a vamp, even without her power)

And that's the moment Steph realizes "Man, something isn't right about Gabe's sister. I want her so bad."

Jokes about Alex being a vampire, and Alex is so startled she has an external reaction that gives her away. Steph is terrified.

But also...😏

Then it just becomes a cat-and-mouse game where Alex is catching feelings but trying to be as careful as possible - she'd rather die than hurt Steph. Meanwhile, Steph: "you can suck my blood. If you want to. That would be so awesome if you did, you know. You have my permission. It's fine. You can do that. Please do that?"

THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT, a very half-baked idea but MAN am I sucker for gay vampires 🥺

[bubbleecloud]

HEADCANONS FOR ONE OFF/SIDE CHARACTERS IN SOUTH PARKKKK 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Im a sucker for these fuckers why are all the one appearance amazers so good 😩😩😩😩 they need tks too y'all I'm feral 😫😫😫

Scott Malkinson: not exactly sure if he counts as a side character but I love him to much to disclude him he has ZERO tk content the poor thing :((

-probably a 50/50 switch

-hes a little defiant thing and is actually pretty strong (captain diabetes rizz 💪💪) so its a bit of a fight to get him down

-its so worth it though omfg

-laugh is full of screams and squeals no matter where you go or how intense you are he cant help it

-him and Clyde get into tickle fights a lot. They are just two giggly dorks AUGH

-I like to think that Clyde introduced him to craigs gang and they all did an "initiation" where they just tickled the snot out of him

-sassy ler you cant convince me otherwise

-"oh, it tickles? Well, how do you think I felt, huh?"

-fast, sporatic movements and LOTS of teases. He jumps from spot to spot to keep you on your toes

-will absolutely pin you down. Stronk 💪💪💪

Shelly Marsh ok I know I'm starting out with the more popular ones but it'll get better I promise 😣 (I'll probably make a pt 2 🤩)

-LER.

-Soooo mean and ruthless

-stan lives in FEAR

-Will tickle him to absolute TEARS. Knows every spot on him and WILL exploit them to no end

-definetly the type to poke fun at you while shes tickling you 100%

-i like to think that when she has her friends sleepover they all team up on Stan and it KILLS him omfg

-is only ever really been tickled by her mom because everyone else is absolutely TERRIFIED of her

-snort filled laugh to the tee

-will not hesitate to punch or kick you if you try to tickle her she is feral.

Scott Tenorman

-lord I love him GRRRRRR

-like 60/40 ler and lee

-in my particular au ( ya know the Scott/cartman/clyde sib au? Golden 😤) he is the tickle KING of the household so let's talk about that

-terrorizes his younger siblings like hell oml. He will literally hold them both down and get them both at once

-cartman especially. Hes such a little shit and its the only way Scott can subdue him. Literally the only person who can tickle him and live lmao.

-god the fucking wrestling matches that happen are off the walls oml. All you hear is laughter and screams all day

-he can have his lee moments though

-sometimes Clyde and cartman will team up on him for revenge and hes defenseless

-has a really dorky laugh that he HATES he thinks its so embarrassing

-even though he could probably very easily stop them, he let's them tickle him because of those hig brother instincts 🥺🥺🥺🥺

OKKKKK thats all lmao ^^ if this does well I'll do more obscure characters bcuz I love them all 😋😋

[www-librarytearoom-com]

OMG!! oMG!! Ur dad!Mario kid!Luigi fic has me going insane. It's soo cute! Ur a genius!! i never imagined Mario as a buff dad b4 but it makes so much sense here in ur writing. All i can think about is a tiny baby Weeg and Mario alone in an apt. or house, doing everything they can for each other, feeling like it's just them against the world. Thinking about the way Mario gave up his dreams for baby weegi to live a happy life and how'd he do it again &again as many times needed. I'm pretty sure he'd straight up die for him(plz don't weegi and the audience would NOT like that) I love ur writing and how u set up the characters and interactions with each other. It Soo !!!!! Also the way u wrote Mario being so scared of not being enough and turning out like his shit parents. JEEZ if that didn't feel like a brick to the face. During the pandemic when I had just turned 17 i was left in charge of my baby niece (and younger sibs). No one wanted her cuz they claimed that taking care of an infant was too much, even worse with the added bonus of a virus. I didn't really get much of a choice but it didn't matter cuz I wouldve sold my limbs off they hadn't decided on me. Bcuz let me tell u the sec I locked eyes with her i had already fallen in love, and when she fell asleep cradled in my arms it was already sealed. (I absolutely melted when the bros met each other 4 the 1st time 🥺) They were the most stressful & tough times I've had but my God if it wasn't the best thing to ever happen in my life. I lost things & ive lost friends but not once did i ever regret having her in my life. Seeing ur Mario portrayed like this, as a guy carrying so much weight and insecurities with him, trying to do his best for his little brother, for his KID whom he loves with his WHOLE heart, just warms me up. Its so sweet and wholesome. Ur fic is always gonna have a special place in my heart.

I have questions but I feel like i already clogged up this ask lol so I'll do it later, hope u have a good day/night-🍊(<- me :DD)

Omfg I might actually cry, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS ANON!

I'm so incredibly happy you like my AU, and the way you talk about it is exactly the way I wanted people to see my characters, so this makes me so happy! Also, you're so amazing for doing that for your niece and your Siblings! I'm the youngest sibling myself but in some households, like you know, parents aren't the most present. 99% of my life has been me looking up to my older sisters, who have given so much to raise me and keep me safe rather than my parents, so this fic is dedicated to them in a way because of how much I love them for what they did for me.

Mario and Luigi are the sweetest boys ever and they're incredible, they have a lot of internal doubt because of their unfortunate living circumstances but I'm a sucker for a happy ending so rest assured, these boys will be getting one! Mario has buff dad energy and perhaps, POTENTIALLY, Peach will have buff mum energy soon 👀

Thank you so much again and IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS FEEL FREE TO ASK BECAUSE ID LOVE TO ANSWER THEM

[shinayashipper]

Hi! I am (relatively? Subjectively?? Objectively???? All three?!?!?) new to Yu-Gi-Oh. I have seen it as a kid through YouTube amvs because I never really knew where to watch them. The only clear memory I have was watching Pyramid of Light but I heard people say it's not that good so I personally think it doesn't count 😅

Now that I am grown , I have readied myself to watch the original series and hyperfixate on it for a long while XD.

I am aware of the story, aware of the ships, and played the games (the first DS game I think, and currently enjoying Master Duel)

I know I shouldn't really "ship at first sight" but your artworks are one of the first to make me pay attention to Rivalshipping and be inspired to make a fanfic about them as I am a sucker for rivals-to-lovers, red and blues and the like .

This became long and winded so I just wanna ask, at what point/s be it anime, manga, movie/s, or subtext made you go:

"OMG, that makes so much sense. This! This is the essence of Rivalshipping!"

(sorry for the long and winded essay 😅)

That's okay!! I hope you enjoyed yugioh again as much as we did <3

I also actually only watched some of the DM anime in our local TV when I was a kid (it only airs the first season / Duelist Kingdom and I don't really have access to get to know anything else from the franchise), played the card game with my brother. I remember liking Yamiyugi character more than anything else 😂 and love the monsters. But I haven't really immersed myself in it.

Years later I found out about Yamiyugi/Atem being Dead in the end and IT HURTS ME <\3 it was through a internet search (I didn't have access to internet back then) after I randomly ran into a local parody video of Yugioh (a team dubbed the YGOTAS in our local indigenous language and it was HILARIOUS it got me thinking "oh WOW been a while since I get this much laugh, I wonder how Yugioh is nowadays??")

After the initial Heartbreak of Losing Yamiyu, I also stumbled on the YGO manga- it was the first time that I knew YGO used to have more Horror elements, it was Really Fun!! I read a bit of the manga and I Really Like Yugi!!! That's the time I started to Understand the story, and began appreciating the characters more (other than Yamiyu haha) and then all my Attention just shifted to Yugi, and I Really LOVE Him, he's my babie

And then I stumbled on DSOD, and I thought "YGO got a Movie?? Well let's check it out, I wanna see More of Yugi" and then the Yugi in question comes out and he's SO DIFFERENT from the babie I used to know??? 😂😂 he's all Mature and stuff!! But he's SO SAD and that Sadness kinda pulls me in-

When Kaiba and Yugi starts their Duel I think THAT's when I got "oh yes: Them" because I think it was the first time I ever see a Kaiba vs YUGI not Yamiyu Duel and it was an Emotional experience, beside the Duel having Emotional backstory behind it too, it was just a whipslash of Emotion for me 😂😂😂

It was also when I started Noticing Kaiba's appeal as a character too. They are SO SAD in the DSOD movie that it draws me in <3

After the whiplash of Emotion from DSOD, I started to read the manga and watch the anime more carefully and started Noticing details- every little bits of interaction between Yugi & Kaiba, even the ones that only happens offscreen (like how Yugi mentions he visits Kaiba in the hospital a lot of times) makes it feel like everything that happens in DSOD really makes more sense, and it feels like it's Meant to happen, their story builds up to DSOD, and I really like that- they got Growth in their story, I think. I guess I lean more on the manga in story-line that makes me get interested in Them <3 but DSOD just seals the Deal 😂

Also after that I learned of that "4 years later" insta post by KT and it shows Kaiba and Yugi together Making Games, AND GOD IT WAS- IT TRULY SEALED THE DEAL... Everything Makes Sense, they're sooo build to be Together for me!!! 🥺🥺🥺

And welp now I'm here 😂

I'm Very Happy you got to enjoy the ship through my drawings <3 but my intrepertation of them might not be the same as anyone else (and I think my content are mostly ooc too) so I hope you can see the original series again and enjoy it as you like 💙💜 have fun!!

[mongrelmutt]

✨️ 10 characthers, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Tagged by @morepopcornplease Aaw thanks! 💚

In no particular order:

1. Obi-Wan Kenobi -- Specifically in the movies and the Legends books I read growing up. ((Not a huge fan of him in the "Clone Wars." He just felt "off" to me, especially with the whole forced tragic romance plot meant to make him more "relatable" or whatever /rant)) Anyway, cool dude. Aspirational. Wish I could be as dedicated to God and my Secular Institute as he is to the Force and the Jedi.

2. Camilla Hect and Palamades Sextus -- Yes, that's two characters, but [SPOILERS] they become one character (which made me very sad, who is this new person??? I want my friends back!) so 🤷 Anyway, love the "cousins who may as well be siblings" thing, very relatable, as well as all the non-romantic love feels. Plus Cam is just a bada$$ knife nut, and I'm also a sucker for nerdy characters, which they both are.

3. Hunter Noceda -- Uh, I relate to him to an uncomfortable level. Like certain scenes with him and Belos made me realize that my childhood was a biiiit more traumatic than I'd realized *nervous laughter* See also: sucker for nerdy characters. Boy is a total nerd.

4. Duo Maxwell -- he's obnoxiously friendly and I love him for it. Raised Catholic until his orphanage got bombed 🥺 Uses humor to deflect from his problems, something I would never do. When I was his age I also had a 3 foot long braid. Would 100% want to punch him irl LOL Named my cat after him because he, too, is obnoxious and friendly and 'wears' black and white.

5. Toph Beifong -- I just love her. Stan a girl who goes barefoot and shows affection through punches and sarcasm. Definitely quoted her whenever I got called out for traipsing into the dining hall covered in "a healthy coating of earth" after working on the farm. And she wears my fav color (green).

6. Ellie Sattler -- I was 7 years old when Jurassic Park came out, and the Scully Effect was real, except it was Dr. Sattler who was my inspiration. I so wanted to be a cool scientist like her when I grew up! (well, I got to be a scientist; alas, not nearly so cool). As a little kid, one of my fav games was imagining I was her, running through the jungle eluding deadly velociraptors! These skills eventually came in handy when escaping via the swamp from some older neighborhood boys who wanted to beat me up because I was best friends with a boy they didn't like 😅

7. Samwise Gamgee -- He's just the best 💚 (On an unrelated note: Sean Astin stole my best friend's pen in college lol)

8. Corvus -- Just a genuinely good, honorable dude. Loved his interactions with Soren and Ezran especially! Also envy his tracking skills, even if he did mistakenly think Ezran got et.

9. San -- Running wild with the wolves = living the dream. The cool mask, adorable kodama, knives, and token kind human friend are just bonuses.

10. Donatello -- Dork. Nerd. Least cool of his brothers. 💚 him. *hums TMNT theme song* ((TMNT is my original fandom, and the first movie I saw in theaters!))

10 tags: @delphinidin4 @morallydiseased @anneofbluetardis @monstrousgourmandizingcats @beanie-queenie @panharmonium @itsallwearecalledtodo and anyone else who wants to play!

[nemesyaaa]

me smiling during the entire reading, was actually so cool to read, your writings make me falling into the whole story !! i dont know if there is the next part but this one was actually so good, i really enjoyed it because i'm sucker for the little sister bsf trope. AND you did amazing with that !! 🥺🥺

Every time JJ caught himself looking at you a little too long, he immediately felt John B’s eyes land on him. He had never mentioned it out loud, but JJ figured his friend knew he had a crush on you. WE love a protective big brother haha 🥺🥺 oh and the reader is an hippie one ? i love this sm !! it's original

“Seriously?” John B said, raising a brow at him. “You expect me to think you were looking at her headband?” Jj is so obvious and goofy😭😭😭

“That’s good to know, ‘cause I actually came to ask you out… so, do you have plans tomorrow?” oh yes please 🥺

Hi! Hope this is the right place to request,sorry if it isn’t. I was wondering if you could write a Routledge!hippie!fem! Reader x overprotective!JJ? Some suggestive fluff with a happy ending if that’s okay☹️ I absolutely LOVE ur work btw!!🩷

Reader is referred to as John B’s sister but she’s not described and is only a half sibling so anyone can read! I want to fulfill requests but it’s also important to me that I do what I can to make my fics inclusive 🫶

Peace & Love (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Every time JJ caught himself looking at you a little too long, he immediately felt John B’s eyes land on him. He had never mentioned it out loud, but JJ figured his friend knew he had a crush on you.

It wouldn’t have been a big deal if you weren’t John B’s little sister.

You weren’t actually that much younger than him, only a few months. Apparently Big John got around more than people realized, and after he pissed both John B’s and your mom off, he was left with the both of you.

It never seemed to cause any problems with you and John B, surprisingly. JJ sometimes wondered how that was possible, but John B took pride in being an older brother and you weren’t exactly the resentful type.

In fact, JJ was fairly certain you didn’t have a negative bone in your body. It was one of the many things he liked about you.

Your whole existence screamed peace and love, and all your friends (JJ included) joked that you were a hippie stereotype. It never bothered you, probably because you knew how badly the group needed someone who could remain calm and make everyone smile.

“I got something on my face or do you just think I’m pretty?” you asked suddenly.

It took JJ a moment to realize you were looking right at him, brows raised. Not long after that he realized he’d been staring again while lost in his thoughts.

You all were at a beach party, sitting around a bonfire. Other people were milling around all of him and his friends, but JJ wouldn’t have been any the wiser to their presence. He’d pretty much forgotten all about them, actually.

He flirted with you all the time, but this caught him off guard. If it had been just the two of you JJ would’ve been sincere and told you yes, he did think you were pretty. He’d been wanting to say something along those lines for a while, to test the waters.

But he felt the pressure of the others eyeing him—especially John B—and made some lame comment about not recognizing your headband and asked if it was new.

“Nah, man, I’ve had this one for a while,” you replied, subconsciously adjusting it.

John B looked at him as if to say, “really, dude?”, but you were too carefree to be suspicious.

Kiara laughed. “You probably haven’t seen it in a while ‘cause she has about a thousand.”

“So what? I like them,” you defended lightly. JJ watched a little too closely as you lifted your cup to your lips, but it was empty. “I need a refill,” you realized, standing.

JJ almost jumped to follow you, but he was still getting stared at. You disappeared out of his view through random bodies and he felt himself deflate.

“Seriously?” John B said, raising a brow at him. “You expect me to think you were looking at her headband?”

JJ felt like a spotlight was on him. Usually he didn’t mind, but this was a little more different. John B didn’t sound mad, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if his friend had told him to back off.

“If you like her, just say something,” John B continued, much to JJ’s surprise. His eyebrows even shot up while his best friend laughed. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“Yeah, dude, you’re super obvious,” Pope chimed in from off to the side.

JJ glanced at him and saw amusement before focusing back on John B.

“You’re so not pissed?”

John B laughed again. “Why would I be? I know you, man. And I trust you. So if she likes you back then… I mean, I’ll still have to have a talk with you, but you have my blessing.”

JJ let himself laugh at the phrasing. He stood, confidence building. “Since I have your blessing,” he started sarcastically. “I’m gonna go find her.”

That’s exactly what he did, maneuvering through the crowd, eyes searching for you excitedly.

When JJ spotted you, jealousy descended upon him. You were near the keg, filling up your cup, talking to some guy.

As he headed for you, that feeling morphed into protectiveness when he saw you try to walk away from the guy and he grabbed your arm.

“Hey! Let go of her, man,” JJ intervened, shoving himself between you and the guy.

“Who the hell are you?” the guy slurred out, face scrunching up in annoyance.

“The guy who’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t walk away,” JJ warned, squaring his shoulders. The guy hesitated for a moment, looking him up and down. Then, he turned and walked away exactly as he’d been told. “That’s what I thought.”

“Damn, JJ,” you said, sounding almost impressed.

He turned to face you and calmed down immediately when he saw you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, dude just couldn’t handle hearing “no”,” you relayed with a shake of your head. A small smirk tugged at your lips. “I guess I should say thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.” JJ shrugged, attempting to be modest. “I’m always gonna look out for you.”

He was being sincere, and the smile you wore was appreciative.

“Noted,” you said before a more teasing smile crept onto your face. “So… you coming to ask about my headband again?”

JJ laughed in spite of himself. He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah… that was kinda lame, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “But you’re cute, so it’s okay.”

Was he blushing? JJ wasn’t sure. He flirted with you all the time, but this was new territory because of what he was about to say.

“That’s good to know, ‘cause I actually came to ask you out… so, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Well, I guess I do now,” you replied, your smile that JJ absolutely loved growing wider. “Although, I hope you ran it by my brother first.”

[captain-kinda-trash]

okay, so, I’m in LOVE with your work xoxo.

i’ve never requested anything before (so I hope I’m doing this right >_<) but I would love to see a super feminine/girly reader x Raph Drabble or something? anyway ily and your writing! i wish you nothing but best sweetheart! 💗

OHMYGAWD YES. ANYTHING FOR YOU, BEYONCE, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE WRITINGS TOO EEE!! You're so sweet!! 🥺❤ Anyways-- Raphie coming right up!! I'm trying extra hard on this one just for you <333 thank you for the request!

Cute (Bayverse! Raph x Hyperfem! Reader)

[prompts ~ Bayverse! Raph] i also have a prompt list if you're interested!!]

Poor Raphael doesn't know what it is about you that he finds so damn attractive.

Well... He does actually. However, why, he couldn't exactly tell you.

When Mikey mentioned his new friend who worked for the pizza delivery services, Raph was expecting some angsty teenager, that spent their time loitering and skateboarding around abandoned buildings, so he hadn't given your name much thought.

But oh, when you walked into the lair, peeking cutely from behind a towering stack of pizza boxes (a "peace offering", you called it, "to make new friends"), Raph's whole world changed. Frilly skirts, dresses, fluffy sweaters, anything someone could consider feminine, you wore.

He thought he liked the idea of someone with a badass demeanor, who wore leather jackets and stompin' boots, had tattoos, and didn't take shit from anybody. But when you greeted him with a dimpled smile and the faint scent of your vanilla lipgloss, Raphael's perspective changed fully.

Suddenly, instead of fighting and kicking ass, the turtle wants to knit you a soft pink cardigan to match that pair of heels you were wearing last week.

Instead of ordering pizza and takeout, Raphael wants to help you bake and cook, and wear one of those frilly, lacy little aprons, just to match you and watch the cutest smile spread across your face.

He's a sucker for when you ask him to pick you up, to sit on his shell while he does at least 20 pushups. It gives him endless amounts of butterflies when you marvel at his strength, seated atop one of his biceps with your legs crossed daintily.

And when Raph has the chance to make you his, you can bet your ass he does.

He obsesses over watching you do your makeup while you sit in his lap, the way your tongue sticks out in concentration up close to the mirror and helping you pick out your clothing for special occasions.

Raph gets excited watching you walk into the lair each day with a new outfit that brings out your eyes and smile.

Self-care days are his absolute favorite, and he'll never admit to his brothers how much he loves when you give him a face mask and scale-friendly skin treatment.

You're just polar opposites that fit together so well. Frilly and girly, small and sweet, next to a mountain of scales and muscle and a kick-ass attitude that tempers off when you kiss his cheek gently. Raph loves showing you off, and feeling flustered when you do the same.

You take care of your Raphie (an affectionate nickname only you can call him), and he takes care of his princess <33

[there you go!! I had WAY too much fun writing this one!! hope it lives up to your writing, and that it was what you were hoping for!!! thanks again for stopping by with a request, it means everything!!! <333]

@raphsgrl

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Don't mind me, i'm just over here simping because of how good your Paul Atreides fics are ✨😍 You write him so well, it's amazing!! Would you mind if I request another one of your writings with Paul? A prompt from your list caught my eye, “I will always choose you.” (i'm such a sucker for Paul being soft/affectionate), but let's be real, I'll be happy about anything you write. Anyway, I hope you are having an amazing day!

I choose you [P. A]

Paul Atreides x Idaho!reader

N/A: Thank you very much for your precious words, I really appreciate that you like it! This is definitely longer than a blurb, but the idea was spinning in my head and I wanted to write it down. It's short on the story, but I hope you like it (and I'm sorry if Paul wasn't very affectionate🥺)

Disclaimer: I haven't read any of the books and I have no idea where the Fremen live. An apology for that.

Oh and this fic Duncan don't die because I loved him too much to let him go

You walked in the sand, covered by the fresh fabrics on your suit and drinking from time to time the water that it provided. You were silent, just following in the footsteps of the strange group of Fremen you had encountered.

"You haven't stopped looking at him since the walk began," Duncan, who was next to you, murmured. From your position you could see Paul, much further ahead than you were walking, who was talking animatedly to the blue-eyed woman who had lent him her knife to fight "Are you mad at him?"

“And why should I be? He's just leaving us behind without any explanation,” you said, clearly with a sarcastic tone. Duncan, as mocking as only he could be, laughed immediately.

"It seems you want to kill that girl with your eyes"

"Oh no, I'm going to kill her with my hands," you replied, low enough that the others wouldn't hear. You didn't want a riot against you for launching a threat against one of their own.

Things between you and Paul hadn't been going very well lately and everyone could figure that out. He had insisted strongly that he did not want you to go to Arrakis and when you disobeyed his command, he was furious. So, your days had been limited to training with Gurney and trying to talk to Paul, who always refused to do so.

But at least you had your brother and after almost losing him in the battle you fought together you knew that there were more important things than grieving over the rejection of your best friend. After all, with the death of his father, the kidnapping that he and his mother suffered, and the struggle to survive in the desert, and he had barely had time to look at you. You knew it was very selfish to expect me to find you in the shelter and run into your arms, but from what Duncan had told you previously you knew that this situation did happen with your brother. Either way, you were grateful to have made it out of the storm alive and to have found that group of people, but you couldn't help but feel the jealousy growing very slowly in your stomach.

“You have to control that temper, little sister. Remember that you won’t always be able to win your battles”

"Yes, I can. Always," you said confidently "And if not, I have you to watch my back, right?" you asked with a barely visible smile and he nodded. You had been so scared of losing it a few hours ago. Your eyes tried to go back to both figures, but you noticed that Paul was looking in your direction and you decided to look away until you were sure that he returned to his conversation with the girl "She must be"

"Who?" Duncan asked, not understanding what you were talking about.

"The woman of his dreams"

"Y/N, you don't have to be so extreme...”

“I don't mean that, dumb. She is the one in his visions, the fremen” Duncan looked at you with a frown and you imitated him “He didn't tell you?”

“As strange as it may seem, he doesn't tell me that kind of thing. Only you, you know how much trust he has in you”

"Well, apparently he isn’t as much as we thought," you said, unable to take your eyes off the two of you. What had Paul seen in his visions? Would she be his wife? Would they thus make peace with the Fremen? The whole thing was driving you crazy, and not just because you were deeply in love with Paul, but because you were worried about losing your best friend.

"Talk to him"

“I have tried, believe me. Paul doesn't want to talk to me and I still don't understand why. I mean, I know he didn't want me to come here but I didn't think he would hate me so much for accompanying you”

"Maybe he knows something we don't" he murmured looking at you, hoping he could give you some advice "You know, all that about his visions. Paul is a very reserved boy, but everything he does has a reason. Maybe he was upset with you about something important”

"Or maybe he just wanted to get out of the way to stay with his Fremen girlfriend.”

"By God, Y/N, you look like a 10-year-old girl" he complained and you contained an insult. You kept walking with your eyes on the golden sand, not knowing that now Paul was the one who was watching you carefully.

It took hours to get to a cave where you could rest, and the Fremen were kind enough to set up some tents for you with materials they had hidden. Lady Jessica was a little nervous, but you assured her that you would do your best to protect her and that Duncan would act at the first sign of danger.

When you were distributing to sleep you felt someone touch your shoulder and by the small size of the hand, you knew it wasn’t your brother.

"Do you want to share a tent?" Paul asked, taking you by surprise. It was strange hearing his voice after weeks.

"Sorry?"

“I asked Duncan to take care of my mother, she needs it more than I do. And I think that if something happens, we can defend each other” he explained to you. You clenched your fists in anger because, although you wanted to reconcile with him, you did not agree that everything was so simple. Paul had yelled at you, denied you a talk, and hurt your feelings, so you wouldn't let it go so easily.

"And what does Duncan think of this?" you asked seriously.

"He agrees"

That fucking idiot.

"Do you still have the fremen's knife?"

"Chani?" ah, so he knew her name "No, why?"

"For nothing", you said annoyed, walking towards the tent where Paul had set up and you entered with hurried steps, without looking back. It would be a difficult night, but after all, it was your duty to serve House Atreides and you wouldn’t leave their side until your brother did.

It didn't take long for Paul to come in behind you and immediately the atmosphere became tense. You refused to look at him, while he was looking for a way to open the conversation. After a few seconds of silence, you turned to pretend to look for a place to lie down, but he stopped you by holding you by the wrist.

"We need to talk"

"Funny, I've been trying to do that all week and you've just monumentally ignored me," you replied, freeing yourself from his grip. You didn't want to be rude, but you couldn't use another tone of voice.

"Y/N"

"I just want to sleep, Paul," you murmured. You didn't want to sleep and even if you wanted to, you couldn't sleep, but you just needed an excuse to avoid his talk. It was funny how you had made an effort to talk to him and now that you had a chance you didn't want to.

"You are angry"

"Of course I'm angry!" you said, raising your voice "You yelled at me for coming to Arrakis, you ignored me, after barely saving yourself and you looked at me and when we got here you left me behind for going with that stranger" you claimed. Maybe what bothered you the most was the girl thing, but he didn't have to know.

“Is that why you are upset? For her?"

"I'm upset because you forget that I've always been here!" you half yelled. Paul looked so sad that for a moment you wished you hadn't said anything to him. But you knew he deserved it a bit "And I don't even understand why you were so upset with my presence here if all I have tried during my life is to take care of you and your family"

"I saw you die" he blurted out. You kept quiet and everything you were about to say got caught in your throat. You were frozen in your place and Paul took that opportunity to reach out and hold your hand. “That's why he didn't want to have you here. Because I'm afraid of losing you. Every day"

Both of you were silent for a long, long time. None of you knew what to say, not after Paul's confession.

"Why did you not tell me?" you finally asked. Suddenly your voice was soft and understanding. Maybe you had been too harsh on him, after all, he was suffering in ways you couldn't understand.

"I didn't want to sound like an idiot," he replied. His hand lightly caressed yours "Because there was a different vision..." he began to say, in a whisper "Where that woman, Chani, saves you. I don't know who she is, nor do I know if I can trust her. But I wanted to make sure I took any small chance to protect you,” he explained. You felt that you were short of breath and suddenly all the anger had disappeared. “I know you saved your brother, but you could have also died. And I know that you are a warrior, I have never doubted your abilities, but I am afraid that one of those battles will be too much for you "

"Paul..." you mumbled, just so you could say something to him. You were embarrassed, you didn't know what to say and you wanted to hug him.

“And that's why he was so angry. And that's why I asked you not to come”

"I had no idea," you said sincerely, feeling your chest hurt a little "You should have told me, I would have...”

"I didn’t want to torment you with these uncertain ideas of the future" he confessed to you. He was completely sincere before you "It is enough that I suffer them, I do not want to drag you with me"

“You are not going to drag me with you. You don't have to go through this alone, you know you can talk to me” you tried to convince him, looking for his beautiful green eyes. Now that you knew the reasons for him, you were no longer upset at all but worried about everything that that boy had kept quiet about and had to suffer alone. "We are friends."

He was silent for a while and you suddenly felt sad. Maybe he didn't know where to start.

"I need to tell you something"

"Whatever," you said quickly, encouraging him to keep talking about those dreams, visions, or nightmares that he had. You didn't even know what to call them anymore.

You thought that he would ask you to get away from some situation in the future or stay next to that fremen or something like that. But he surprised you by looking at a slight blush on his cheeks before speaking.

"Forget it, it's silly" he muttered shyly, but you raised his face with one of your hands.

“Paul, if we are going to continue being friends you have to trust me” you exclaimed seriously “I am stronger than you think, I can handle things. What is it? Something about Duncan? Something about your mother? Do you think something will happen to…?” you started to say, but his lips slapping against yours made you shut up.

The boy did not give you time to react because you were frozen again, but when he kissed you for the second time you did not hesitate to reciprocate, turning the contact into a hungry kiss.

"I will always choose you" he whispered over your mouth, once you separated. Your breathing was still erratic and you didn't know when his hands had ended up on your waist. "I will always choose to protect you, I will always choose you over anyone in this universe, do you understand me? I don't want you to doubt it again" he sobbed and you kissed him again, deeper and more passionate.

If his suspicions were true and you would die soon, you wanted to spend the rest of your days with him. And even if his visions weren't true, and you lived much longer, you wanted to.

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[subtle-edge-of-rot]

I live in a constant state of Vinny Brainrot and you're my favorite person to share them with so I'm gently laying these at your feet for you to read or respond to my Queen 🥺

Just the thought of the way Vince would take you while he's desperate for you. He has you against one of the walls, his knee parting your legs while one of his hands slide up your thigh. There's something in the way you breathe his name, gripping at his hair while he licks your neck on the way into a hickey on the front if your throat. He'd already have you weak at the knees, deep inhales while he holds you against the wall. It doesn't matter how late it is or if one of his brother's doors are open, he'll have you take him until he's completely buried inside you and fuck you in the hallway while he kisses you.

Also, when he french kisses you because I'm a sucker for deep kissing. Especially if you weren't expecting it or you were upset with him so he can see your expression after. As very rare as it is, you'll occasionally be a little irritated with him over one thing or another. He'll let you talk it out, just to get everything off your chest but as soon as you're done speaking he'll grab your wrist and hold it up while he leans in and gives you a deep kiss. There's no way you can be mad about him getting wax on your dress if he's actively frenching you, nearly making you stumble back with the force of it until you ultimately melt in his hands like putty.

You guys are snuggled up in bed and you just get to hold him in your arms and tell him he's beautiful while you hide your face against his chest. He thinks you're cute when you're bashful, brushing his hand along your back and looking down at you dottingly. Then he feels you breath against his skin, little kisses against his chest while he's naked against you.

He'll roll over and let you lavish him with attention, gentle touches against your legs while they're spread over him and you ride him. He gets to rub his hands over your legs to your hips, up your sides and to your chest, adoring the way he gets to see you take him so well. He also gets to be smug when Bo crosses through down stairs, spotting you two in the act and seeing your pretty flushed expression before you lean down and curl against Vincent's chest in an attempt to hide your bashful face.

Vince gets to rub your back with a knowing smile, still hilt deep in you and all the more proud to be when he gets to flaunt the fact to Bo.

-💙

Ohhh bestie I know what 24/7 slasher brainrot feels like. At any given time if you see me staring off into space, chances are I’m thinking of my beloved stabby boys. I’ll feed you babes. Vinny thoughts coming right up!

Vincent has no shame when it comes to taking you. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist anyways, so if one or both of his brothers have their door open, he really wouldn’t care. He’d have you pinned up against the wall and helpless but to just take it at the risk of being seen by one of the others—good thing it’s all hinge poly in this scenario. They don’t even bat an eyelash at you being taken various places in the house.

He loves kissing you, always to eager to press his mouth to yours and making love to it with his teeth and tongue, swallowing every sweet noise you make like it’s a sweet treat just for him. He’ll always kiss you when you’re a little miffed with him, just to watch you melt into the sweet touch.

And when you ride him he’s hyper focused on you, watching your pretty chest bounce, watching himself disappear inside of you, seeing the belly bulge he gives you—it’s all a treat for his senses. He’s in heaven with you on top of him. And if Bo sees that’ll make Vincent’s chest swell with pride—he’s the one having you and Bo isn’t. It’s ever a competition with these two haha. Of course Bo would watch for a moment 😉

[eternalbuckley]

WHEN I TELL YOU... I RAN ONCE I SAW THAT YOU POSTED THIS AHH !!!!!!

i'm- i have no words, the capter was PERFECT. literallly perfection i swear. i don't full on cry very often while reading something but this entire chapter hit a nerve and made me really emotional. it was so so good. rue, the way how you're able to write and portray emotions is so wonderful, you're really able to feel what the characters feel in these moments, it's truly art and i'm so glad that everyone, including me, is able to read your works. i'm a real sucker for angst and this chapter is just wow. i love it so much and it's absolutely my favourite one. i'm not ready for the last chapter but i just know it will be sooo good. i still have so many thoughts about it but i cannot put them into words right now because i'm still sobbing but they're all good ones!!! 🤍 i'll go and finish crying now 🥹

some reactions of me while reading:

Maybe you will grow tired of whispering his name to yourself, but you have been doing this for the past four or five hours while sitting by the edge of the lake under the clear starry sky, shivering with each cold breeze.

i'm already tearing up and it's only the start of this chapter, someone please hug me.

“C’mon, talk to me,” he urges you, handing you the bottle before he lies on the grass, staring up at the sky as he waits for you to say something, “I know my brother’s an ass.”

aegon being there for clem?? yes please 🥺

“A good guy would never let his girl be insulted in front of everyone,” he scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle, “You didn’t deserve that, sorry on behalf of everyone, Clementine.”

CLEMENTINE OHHH???

“What?” You ask, looking at him with wide eyes, totally surprised by how he knows the childhood nickname Aemond called you once, “How do you know that?” “Fuck me,” he groans, slapping his hand on his forehead, “You tellin’ me he doesn’t call you this to your face?”

OH MY GOD 😭😭

“Duh! Every fucking time!” He tells you as if he is surprised by your confusion, “Oh, man, my brother is such a dumbass. He can’t shut up about you! Every time he opens his mouth all we can hear is Clementine this Clementine that, it’s honestly so annoying! I can’t fucking stand how lovestruck he is—woah, okay, I shouldn’t—” He sits up immediately, reaching to squeeze your shoulder when he notices your eyes watering again, your arms tightening around your legs.

okay no that's it, i'm full on crying now

“What we’re not gonna do is excuse his actions,” he slaps the side of your hip with the back of his hand, “I meant what I said, he doesn’t shut up about you, but he’s also hesitant about everything! You, me, Vhagar, he can’t let himself get hurt again, even though he knows you’ll never leave him on your own record. He fears the thought of leaving you, so he left you first because it hurts him less to think he didn’t like you enough instead of you not liking him enough.”

my poor angel 😔😔😔

“Fucking hell, this guy is a twat I swear,” you laugh a little when Aegon fakes a cry, “Why can’t men be normal for a goddamn second?”

real

“I know you wanted to say give him a blow job, thank you for censoring your words,” you say, standing up before brushing the dirt off your dress, and handing Aegon his coat back. “Actually,” he holds his finger up, giving you a teasing smile, “I wanted to say that you should probably sit on his face so he won’t be able to talk.”

PLEEEEASE 😭😭😭😭

“Was she yours?” You look at him, sucking in a sharp breath when he turns around to look at you, his face red and cheek covered in dried tears, smiling sadly at you.

i'm afraid that my heart can't take this

“Don’t say that,” you swallow, frowning slightly as you reach to cup his cheek, turning his face to stare into his eye, “She’s much happier with you by her side, and I’m forever thankful for your existence.” “You’ll be much happier without me,” he rests his palm on your hand, kissing your thumb as he keeps his gaze locked onto you.

SHHH DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS SIR 😠😠 listen to your girl

“You deserve the fucking world,” he rests his forehead on yours, closing his eye as he lets himself get consumed by your touch, “I can’t give it to you. One day you’ll realize how damaged I am…”

i wish i could just give him a hug that never ends

“You mean everything to me,” he whispers, watching you stand up on shaky legs, brushing the straws off your dress as you try to keep yourself calm and collected, but the soreness in your eyes makes it harder. “And yet you didn’t say you love me back.”

i'm getting my tissues

“Babe,” Helaena notices you when you close the door behind you quietly, crossing the dining hall to pull you into a tight hug, shushing you as you let your sobs wreck your body without a care in this world, “I’m so sorry, beautiful, so so sorry.” “Hey…” Aegon appears beside you, rubbing your back while you bury your face in Hel’s neck, letting her calmness seep into your skin with each caress she leaves on your head.

i love them your honor

“We don’t even like that man! We fucking hate him in fact, so you better keep your shit away from us,” Aegon spits the words out, huffing when he sees Otto glaring at him, “Aemond was ridiculed tonight, at his own fucking birthday and all you care about is his reputation?”

we love big brothers who step up for their younger brother <3

“She’s been Helaena’s friend for so long, Father. Mind your words,” Gwayne interrupts him, crossing his arms as he keeps his eyes locked with his father. “Or what?” Otto spits the words out, his phone clutched in his hand tightly. “Or I will break your fucking neck.” You turn around as soon as you hear Aemond’s voice, clutching Helaena’s hand when he walks very slowly toward his grandfather with his hands behind his back, his head held high.

FUUUUCK YEAH THAT'S WhAT I LIKE YEEEEEEEEEeEEEEEEES

“You wouldn’t dare,” Otto replies, giving Aemond a challenging look, “You didn’t have the courage to open your eyes and see how your fiance was taking advantage of you, now you want to break my neck because I said the truth?” “No one disrespects my girlfriend, not even you,” Aemond stands in front of Otto, his glare unwavering, “She’s only two years older, doesn’t come from a rich family full of snakes, and most importantly, she cares about me. So yes, I would break your neck, because she is different from Alys and even I can see that with one eye.”

GET HIM AEMOND YES

“Hey you,” you greet him softly, watching him curiously as he takes a shaky step to the bed, slowly kneeling in front of you, taking the cream from your hands before he squeezes the tube on his palms, warming the cream before grabbing your ankle to gently apply it on the wounded skin.

always the caring man yup. where's my aemond

“I don’t need a break because I love you,” he looks up at you with the utmost adoration a human can ever possess, “I was a fucking idiot before for pushing you away, for doubting what we have, but I love you so much, my Clementine.”

MY CLEMENTINE???!!! ahhhh i just calmed down from my tears and now they're back 😩

“I saw nothing, it was all black,” he sniffles, one hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as soon as your forehead touches his, “My life doesn’t exist without you. There is no hope left for me if you are gone. I will perish and turn to ashes if I don’t get to hold you at night. I will burn by the humiliation and misery I created for myself because I believed you would leave me.”

my heart i—

“We’re okay,” you whisper, wishing to know if you will be able to hold and touch him like before, “We’ll be okay.” “We are okay,” he nods frantically, “I love you, my gorgeous girl. We’ll be okay. I won’t leave you.” “Neither will I,” you pull him into your arms, pressing his face to your neck as you sob, holding him close, breathing in his calming scent, “I won’t leave you, I will never put you through the pain you endured again.” “I won’t do that either,” he presses a kiss to your neck, brushing his nose against your earlobe, “You’re my everything, I love you.”

i'm dead, i'm not ready to say goodbye to them i—

[ TANGERINE DREAMS ]

Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemond's life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helena's childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl who's always been in his life make a home in his heart.

Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity

Warnings: angggggst, angst, ANGST, no beta we die like Beesbury

Word count: 5k+

A/n: sooooo, thoughts pleaseeeee! I hope you like this chapter! omg we only have one chapter left from this series aaaaa🥹🥹 Comments and reblogs are appreciated<3

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Chapter 9: don’t let me be misunderstood

Aemond.

Aemond.

Aemond.

Maybe you will grow tired of whispering his name to yourself, but you have been doing this for the past four or five hours while sitting by the edge of the lake under the clear starry sky, shivering with each cold breeze.

Aemond.

Aemond.

Aemond.

It sounds more like a prayer rather than his name. Maybe you are praying to him to take mercy on you and walk back the path he took earlier.

You rock on your bottom like a child, holding your knees to your chest as you stare at the reflection of the moonlight on the edge of the water. At this point, your head is emptier than the shadow of a cloud, and you do not know whether the shadow will darken by snow or thunderstorms.

There is little to think about, or maybe too much given how much you have been mumbling to yourself. You thought about all the little things his family said; about you, about Alys, about him — Even the mere thought of him hurts your heart, the flesh ripping slowly as if he has chained your heart tightly, squeezing it tightly.

Shuddering, you look up as the leaves rustle by the cold breeze, creating a soft sound that ripples through the air. You rub your bare arms, cursing yourself for wearing such a beautiful dress for a birthday you were pretty sure it would turn into shambles, but at least you knew Aemond would like it — you do not know if he did or not.

“Hey, loner.”

You turn around, finding Aegon making himself comfortable next to you on the grass, a bottle of whiskey in his hand as he hands you his coat.

“Go on, I’m pretty numb now,” he says, dropping the fabric around your shoulders, nudging you by his elbow, taking a long sip from the amber liquid, “What a shit show, huh?”

“Yeah,” you reply, voice hoarse and raspy with all the crying you have done earlier, sighing loudly, “Yeah.”

“C’mon, talk to me,” he urges you, handing you the bottle before he lies on the grass, staring up at the sky as he waits for you to say something, “I know my brother’s an ass.”

“No, Aegon—“ you sniffle, turning around to look at him, “He is… he is just complicated. He is a good guy—“

“A good guy would never let his girl be insulted in front of everyone,” he scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle, “You didn’t deserve that, sorry on behalf of everyone, Clementine.”

“What?” You ask, looking at him with wide eyes, totally surprised by how he knows the childhood nickname Aemond called you once, “How do you know that?”

“Fuck me,” he groans, slapping his hand on his forehead, “You tellin’ me he doesn’t call you this to your face?”

“No…?” You chuckle, resting your cheek on your knees as you smile softly at him, wiping the remaining tears away, “Does he do it a lot?”

“Duh! Every fucking time!” He tells you as if he is surprised by your confusion, “Oh, man, my brother is such a dumbass. He can’t shut up about you! Every time he opens his mouth all we can hear is Clementine this Clementine that, it’s honestly so annoying! I can’t fucking stand how lovestruck he is—woah, okay, I shouldn’t—” He sits up immediately, reaching to squeeze your shoulder when he notices your eyes watering again, your arms tightening around your legs.

“It’s not…” you take a deep breath,  letting the tears fall freely on your cheeks, “he was so lovely to me, I don’t know what happened but-but maybe I didn’t show him enough love, and reassure him—”

“You’ve got to be fucking kiddin’ me,” Aegon groans, dropping back down on the ground, “He fucked with you and you’re blaming yourself for it? Why the fuck would you do that? Are you a masochist or somethin’?”

“I’m not a fucking masochist, I just… I just love him so much! He thinks I will leave him too because everyone he’s ever loved once left him! Maybe I couldn’t show how much he meant to me, maybe I’m too weak to make sure he knows I love him and I’d rather die than let go of him.”

“Listen to me,” he urges you to lay down beside him, looking at the sky together as he continues talking, “Aemond is a really different man. He isn’t easy to love, hell, even Mum has issues with loving him—“

“That’s not making it any better, Aegon,” you glare at him, words falling from your lips coated in venom, “You’re telling me that even Alicent is hesitant to love him, and I’m supposed to just be okay with that? No wonder he chose to leave.”

“What we’re not gonna do is excuse his actions,” he slaps the side of your hip with the back of his hand, “I meant what I said, he doesn’t shut up about you, but he’s also hesitant about everything! You, me, Vhagar, he can’t let himself get hurt again, even though he knows you’ll never leave him on your own record. He fears the thought of leaving you, so he left you first because it hurts him less to think he didn’t like you enough instead of you not liking him enough.”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” You drop your hands on the grass in defeat, “He’s overthinking this! I know he’s still dealing with the thought of his snake of an ex but… but he needs to let himself feel loved!”

“He does feel loved, and those words didn’t come from his heart. They came from the dark voices in his head, I bet he couldn’t even look at you when he left,” Aegon explains, turning his head to look at your face, “I think you should go find him, I’m pretty fucking sure he’s beating himself to death for doing this to you. But remember that he is the one who needs to apologize, not you.”

“You’re right, he let them call me poor and a gold digger,” you chuckle, sitting up as you speak, “Do you know he said that our relationship was ridiculous?”

“Fucking hell, this guy is a twat I swear,” you laugh a little when Aegon fakes a cry, “Why can’t men be normal for a goddamn second?”

“You realize you’re a man too, right?”

“Yeah, and do I look normal to you?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, sitting up to give you a hug when you laugh, squeezing you into his arms before he lets go, “Give him a piece of your mind, okay? Make him regret it.”

“Fine,” you nod, trying to find enough courage to stand up and leave, but a heavy feeling grounds you, “I think… I think I’m afraid, Aegon.”

“Don’t be, he might seem intimidating but there’s nothing in his heart except the love he has for you. He’s just being a brat. Maybe slap him once or twice and he’ll be at your mercy completely.”

“I know you wanted to say give him a blow job, thank you for censoring your words,” you say, standing up before brushing the dirt off your dress, and handing Aegon his coat back.

“Actually,” he holds his finger up, giving you a teasing smile, “I wanted to say that you should probably sit on his face so he won’t be able to talk.”

“That’s your brother, you disgusting asshole,” you laugh softly, taking your heels in your hands as you walk barefoot in the path Aemond took earlier.

You remember how he would sneak away from dinners when he was a kid, running towards the empty stables with a book under his arm; it was one of the most exciting things for both of you when you searched for him all night, only to find him sitting on straws with a flashlight and his book.

Walking through the dark stables, you see only a few lights on, and your thoughts are confirmed when you slowly stand in front of the open door, finding Aemond sitting on the ground next to a seemingly sick horse, stroking its neck gently.

“They say she’ll die,” his voice comes out in a gentle tone, and for the second time tonight, your eyes fill with tears — the yearning makes your chest tighten, even if it has been only five or six hours since he left you.

You step inside the stall, cautious not to make any sounds to disturb the unconscious horse lying on the ground next to him as you slowly lower yourself next to him on the straws, your bare shoulders brushing against his arm.

“What’s wrong with her?” You ask quietly, trying to keep your tears away from streaming down your face; how can you survive when you hurt just by looking at his side profile?

“Old age,” he sighs, looking down at his lap, pressing his lips into a thin line, “It’s rare, but she’s been clinging to life for so long.”

“Was she yours?” You look at him, sucking in a sharp breath when he turns around to look at you, his face red and cheek covered in dried tears, smiling sadly at you.

“No,” he shakes his head and looks away from you, “She used to be Mum’s favorite. I remember when she would take us to different races with Uncle Gwayne, and tell us about how she was so close to becoming a champion herself with her.”

“Why couldn’t she do it?” You ask, reaching to hold his hand nervously, giving him enough time to pull away but when he doesn’t, you relax instantly.

“She got married,” his answer is curt, as if even the mere thought of his parents being together sours his mood, “Her marriage was the end of her dreams. Maybe she would be happier if she didn’t have us quite young, maybe we would be happier if we didn’t exist.”

“Don’t say that,” you swallow, frowning slightly as you reach to cup his cheek, turning his face to stare into his eye, “She’s much happier with you by her side, and I’m forever thankful for your existence.”

“You’ll be much happier without me,” he rests his palm on your hand, kissing your thumb as he keeps his gaze locked onto you.

“That’s not for you to decide,” you caress his scarred cheek, trembling a bit as you feel the warmth radiating from his skin, “I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you, when I’m kissing you, when I’m holding you.”

“You deserve the fucking world,” he rests his forehead on yours, closing his eye as he lets himself get consumed by your touch, “I can’t give it to you. One day you’ll realize how damaged I am…”

“You don’t need to give me the world, Little nerd, you are my world,” finally the tears stream down your cheeks, soaking your face as you speak, “Don’t push me away, I’m begging you—“

“I’ll only hurt you, and you’ll leave me. Losing me would do less harm than being with me—“ his voice cracks, his hand moving towards your back, rubbing and memorizing every up and down of your waist.

“No, Aemond, no,” you shake your head frantically, sobs wrecking your body as you try to tell him how you feel, “Don’t give up on us! I’m sorry I couldn’t show you how much I love you, I’m sorry if I was not enough for you. But please, please, don’t let go of me!”

“Don’t cry, I can’t-I can’t bear to see you cry. I’d rather get stabbed to death than see your beautiful face covered in tears,” he begs, leaning down to kiss your tears away, “I’m not giving up on us, I…I’m just giving us a break so we can think. I’ve never been loved like you have shown me.”

“Then why?” You scream at him, fisting his shirt to pull him even closer, your nose brushing against his, “Why did you say we were ridiculous? Why did you not stand up for me when I was being humiliated by your family? If I’ve shown how deeply I’ve loved you, why does it feel like it’s not enough?”

“It’s more than enough, my gorgeous girl,” he kisses the bridge of your nose, and you feel his tears fall on your cheek. I’ve been taking you for granted. I…I can’t even defend you against them. I was paralyzed. I wanted to vanish and never be seen again, and now I see why. I’ve failed and hurt you so much, not thinking about how me leaving you alone might make you feel.”

“I love you, Aemond,” you say, words falling from your lips in a breathless whisper, “I love you, I love you— I can’t put into words how in love I am because every time I look at you I feel like I’m suffocating with the amount of affection I hold for you! I’m not good with words, Little nerd, but…but I know that being with you would hurt much less than me moving back to Beesbury knowing we aren’t going to make it.”

“I’m not giving up on us—I…” he sighs, gathering his thoughts as best as he can before he replies, but in truth, he is just as much of a mess as you are, “I need to think.”

“I love you, and even if we don’t make it, just know that you are the happiest most memorable experience of my life,” you lean up a little, planting a gentle kiss on his lips, “Aegon told me about the Clementine thing. I didn’t know you remember.”

“How can I ever forget?” he kisses you again, his heart tightening with each peck he leaves on your lips, “You were so chatty about your silly dreams, and I can’t forget Hel’s confused face when she mumbled about you dreaming of Tangerines.”

“There’s still hope for us, right?” You ask, shaking your head and sobbing when he pulls you into his embrace, holding you against his chest tightly.

“There’ll always be hope for us,” he mutters against your hair, his fingers holding onto your shoulders as if the subtle touch would ground him and not let him drown, “I just need to think.”

“Yeah, sure,” you pull away, wiping your tears before you give him a small smile, watching as the first rays of sunshine fall on the entrance of the stables, and you take it as your cue to leave him with the hope of kissing him again, “I’ll see you inside.”

“You mean everything to me,” he whispers, watching you stand up on shaky legs, brushing the straws off your dress as you try to keep yourself calm and collected, but the soreness in your eyes makes it harder.

“And yet you didn’t say you love me back.”

You leave with one last smile, walking barefoot towards the end of the pathway, heels clinking to each other as you swing them with your hand, biting your lip to stop yourself from falling apart.

The numbness comes back. You can feel how your body gets hollower with each step you take towards the door of the building. Your feet ache, and you know there will be bruises on them in a few hours.

The voices from the inside of the building grow louder, and when you step inside the hall, you find your best friend and her brothers trying to keep their Mother sane while their uncle argues with their grandfather.

“Babe,” Helaena notices you when you close the door behind you quietly, crossing the dining hall to pull you into a tight hug, shushing you as you let your sobs wreck your body without a care in this world, “I’m so sorry, beautiful, so so sorry.”

“Hey…” Aegon appears beside you, rubbing your back while you bury your face in Hel’s neck, letting her calmness seep into your skin with each caress she leaves on your head.

“Where is Aemond?” Otto asks, his voice echoing in the hall, “He needs to get here and explain the mess he made.”

“What?” you whisper in disbelief, slowly removing yourself from Helaena as you look at him, “The mess Aemond made?”

“Father, please,” Alicent says, rubbing the skin of her neck with shaky hands, “It is not Aemond you should be angry at, nor it’s her mess.”

“We ought to be more careful than ever! Your boy has already ruined what we tried to build for so long when she decided to marry a woman nearly ten years older. After everything I have done, everything you have sacrificed, it should not be so hard to put a leash on him and make sure he doesn’t fuck around and make a fool out of us in front of Daemon!”

“What we built is gone, Father,” Alicent sighs, taking a large sip of whatever liquor is in the glass, “They have amazing lives, my children. They are happy at least, happier than me or Gwayne ever were.”

“Happiness won’t make their names pop inside their father’s will!”

“We don’t even like that man! We fucking hate him in fact, so you better keep your shit away from us,” Aegon spits the words out, huffing when he sees Otto glaring at him, “Aemond was ridiculed tonight, at his own fucking birthday and all you care about is his reputation?”

“He is the only person who can change things but now, for getting into another miserable relationship with a nobody, he has lost the chance!”

“She’s been Helaena’s friend for so long, Father. Mind your words,” Gwayne interrupts him, crossing his arms as he keeps his eyes locked with his father.

“Or what?” Otto spits the words out, his phone clutched in his hand tightly.

“Or I will break your fucking neck.”

You turn around as soon as you hear Aemond’s voice, clutching Helaena’s hand when he walks very slowly toward his grandfather with his hands behind his back, his head held high.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Otto replies, giving Aemond a challenging look, “You didn’t have the courage to open your eyes and see how your fiance was taking advantage of you, now you want to break my neck because I said the truth?”

“No one disrespects my girlfriend, not even you,” Aemond stands in front of Otto, his glare unwavering, “She’s only two years older, doesn’t come from a rich family full of snakes, and most importantly, she cares about me. So yes, I would break your neck, because she is different from Alys and even I can see that with one eye.”

“You are blinded by lust because you can’t fall in love in nearly three months after a failed marriage—”

“I swear I will strangle you to death—”

In the blink of an eye, Aemond grabs Otto’s collar, but luckily Gwayne is quick enough to reach them. You watch in terror as Alicent and Aegon try to separate Aemond from his grandfather while Gwayne holds Otto back. You can not see if Aemond is trying to hit him or not but even the idea of him getting hurt because of you makes you tear up.

“Aemond, enough!” you reach and wrap your arms around his middle, pulling him back with Aegon’s help, holding on to him tightly so he will not run off and punch Otto in the face, “Please, don’t give him another reason to lash out.”

“For fuck sake, Aemond, get a grip!” Daeron yells, and you see the sea of emotions in Aemond’s eye as he tries to fight off the anger in him.

“Me?” Aemond chuckles, running a hand over his face as he shakes his head in disbelief, “Me? I endured a night with the person who cut out my eye! I sat there and watched how they insulted someone I care about and couldn’t do anything to prevent it! I waited and took the humiliation on my birthday because I didn’t want to make someone else miserable by opening my mouth! Now you say I need to get a fucking grip? No, Daeron, it’s you, it’s all of you! You want to control my life but I won’t let you win this time.”

“It’s not about winning, Aemond—“

“We’re leaving,” he cuts off his mother’s sentence, grabbing your hand gently in his, threading his fingers through yours before he starts walking toward the door. You follow silently, squeezing his hand in reassurance as you let him guide you outside.

You walk hand in hand in tense silence as you walk towards the parking, finding the doorman running with Aemond’s car keys, handing them to him before he says a quick good morning. Aemond nods and leads you to his car, opening the door for you, and surprising you with a quick kiss on the crown of your head.

You give him a soft smile, sitting in the car and waiting for him to join you. The sunlight shines between the trees and warms your skin — grateful for the lack of roof of the car.

He starts the car, his lips pursed and a deep frown forms on his forehead as the sun shines on his face. He reaches for the dashboard and pulls his sunglasses out, putting them on before he twists the riding wheel, driving the car out of the parking lot to the main path.

You lean your head on the back of the seat watching the clouds move as Aemond speeds up. He shocks you by resting his hand on your thighs, gently caressing the bare skin through the slit of your dress.

You turn your head to look at him, noticing his stiff shoulders. He is battling for peace in his mind, you are sure. Maybe he feels guilty about how he treated you, maybe he just wants out from his family. 

He sighs, his thumb moving up and down the flesh of your thigh, enjoying the warmth you provide him with. You rest your hand on his, caressing the blue veins under his skin with the tip of your nail, skimming your finger over his knuckles gently.

You do not realize how much time has passed, but when you wake up, the Targaryen mansion comes into view, and you find Aemond pushing his sunglasses up on his head as he drives the car through the opening gates, looking stressed and confused from all the things that were said during the past few hours.

“We’re here,” he tells you softly, getting out of the car with ease before he walks and helps you out of the car as well, guiding you inside the mansion by his palm on the small of your back.

“Good morning, sir,” one of the house holders says, and Aemond nods at her, “Would you like to have breakfast here or on the balcony?”

“I’m not hungry, but she might be,” he answers stoically, turning his head to look at you, but his face softens slightly when he notices your disappointment written all over your face.

“I’d love to have breakfast on the balcony, please,” you let go of Aemond’s hand, smiling at the householder as she nods and smiles back, leaving the two of you alone to take your breakfast to the balcony.

“I need some time to think,” Aemond whispers, looking down at his shoes as he rocks on the balls of his feet, “I’m sorry I dragged you here, but I… I need to get my thoughts together, and couldn’t just leave you alone with them. I need a break.”

“It’s okay, I’m around if you need me,” you sigh, walking away from him upstairs towards where the balcony is, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Your day is dull, your mind is even worse. You had your breakfast with a bitterness you had no idea you possessed whilst you thought about Aemond, wondering what he was thinking about — probably the chaos that his family created and left the two of you dealing with the ruins of it later.

You tried to make yourself busy with doing whatever came to your mind; a long walk to the Weirwood tree and back, wandering around the mansion in hopes of finding something interesting, skipping meals, and snacking on fruit. But nothing seemed to make the gaping hole in your chest go away nor did they help with the dark thoughts that came into your head.

Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, you regret taking a long walk; Your feet are bruised and you notice a few painful blisters on the side of your feet, hissing as you apply a healing cream on the skin.

A knock brings you out of your thoughts, and before you can answer, you see Aemond pushing the door open, standing in front of you with tears stinging his eye. He has taken off his clothes from last night, now he is only in an old t-shirt with sweatpants.

“Hey you,” you greet him softly, watching him curiously as he takes a shaky step to the bed, slowly kneeling in front of you, taking the cream from your hands before he squeezes the tube on his palms, warming the cream before grabbing your ankle to gently apply it on the wounded skin.

“How did you hurt yourself?” His voice is barely above whispering as he kisses your shin, closing his eye when he hears your hisses in pain.

“I…I walked barefoot to the stables this morning,” you explain, eyes casted away from him, trying to escape from his intense gaze, “And I took a long walk a few hours ago.”

“You shouldn’t be so careless,” he rests your foot down, grabbing the other one in his warm hands as he speaks, “You need to take better of yourself or you’ll get hurt.”

“You’re doing a fine job in hurting me and taking care of me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes when his eye falls on your face.

“And I’m sorry for that.”

Your head snaps in his direction when you hear the tremble in his voice, lips parting in surprise as you look at his teary eye, his cheek pressed against your leg as he looks at you — his gaze is so intense to the point of melting you in place. 

“I…” he starts, resting his forehead on your knee, “I don’t need a break.”

“Aemond, you need some time—“

“I don’t need a break because I love you,” he looks up at you with the utmost adoration a human can ever possess, “I was a fucking idiot before for pushing you away, for doubting what we have, but I love you so much, my Clementine.”

Your lips quiver, and with a shaky hand, you reach down to cup his face, caressing his cheek as the tears fall on your fingers softly.

“I love you in a way I never thought I would,” he closes his eye, leaning his head into your palm, “I imagine my life without you in it, without your voice, without your smile, w-without you calling me that stupid nickname. Do you know what I saw?”

At this point, you are both crying, and with every word that slips past his lips you lean closer to take a good look at the desperation in his face, the longing, the love.

“I saw nothing, it was all black,” he sniffles, one hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as soon as your forehead touches his, “My life doesn’t exist without you. There is no hope left for me if you are gone. I will perish and turn to ashes if I don’t get to hold you at night. I will burn by the humiliation and misery I created for myself because I believed you would leave me.”

“Oh, my love,” you cry, pulling him up just a little so you can reach his lips easier, pressing a quick kiss, “Are you sure you’re not saying these because you feel defeated?”

“I’m sorry for directing my anger at you, I’m sorry for not voicing my love sooner. I was scared, fucking hell, I am scared because this is… this is not even near half of what I felt for anyone in my life; it’s blinding, it makes me bleed with need for you. All I’m asking is for you to accept my apology and take me back.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask, his lips hovering above yours, and you see him smile sadly, his large hand coming up to rest against your wet cheek.

“Then I will try to cope—“

“I’m not giving up on us,” you cut him off, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around his neck, “We will get through this together. We will talk, we will fight, but I won’t ever let go of you. There’ll always be hope for us.”

“I’m so fucking sorry for saying what I said,” he bites his lip to keep his composure, but his vision is blurry with unshed tears, “I’m not giving up on you, I promise.”

“I won’t either because I love you.”

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips, sealing his words with a deep quick kiss, “I love you, I love you—“

You press your lips to his, tasting his salty tears as they mix with yours, moving in sync while you explore each other's mouth after the chaos that pulled you apart.

“We’re okay,” you whisper, wishing to know if you will be able to hold and touch him like before, “We’ll be okay.”

“We are okay,” he nods frantically, “I love you, my gorgeous girl. We’ll be okay. I won’t leave you.”

“Neither will I,” you pull him into your arms, pressing his face to your neck as you sob, holding him close, breathing in his calming scent, “I won’t leave you, I will never put you through the pain you endured again.”

“I won’t do that either,” he presses a kiss to your neck, brushing his nose against your earlobe, “You’re my everything, I love you.”

[tsunderedoctor]

Dear Purple -- it's totally your fault that I'm wishing for this fluffy request *innocent*

So: Would you like to please write Headcanons or short scenarios for Law, Corazon and Marco (separately) where they are older and already achieved their goals. They live with their female s/o on a calm island and you're expecting a baby. If you want you can include: ~ telling them she's pregnant ~ growing baby bump ~ later when the baby is born.

Thank you and take care 💖💖

It's not my art!! Art by Rofta ~

Ps: I can't handle these older versions 🔥🔥🔥🥺

Meya, you know me so well!! I am a sucker for soft prompts! Especially ones where cuties like these get to be dads!! You can blame it all on me, I am guilty as charged!! (also idk how old Law is, man can still get some from me)

TW/CW: Mentions of Pregnancy

Babes Below~!

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Seeing as he was able to get vengeance for Cora-san and was able to obtain more information on his own fate of being a D, Law was finally able to feel at peace in the world. 

I can see him having a kid in his late 30s, it might take at least ten years or so to truly unlock all the information on the Will of the D, so around 36-38ish would be a good estimate.

Law still has terrible anxiety over passing the Amber Lead Disease onto his kids, and since he, himself was meant to die at 13 or so, that would give his child an even shorter life expectancy. With lots of talk and reassurance that even IF it did happen, he could remove the poison from the child before it was too late.

Man will be on you 24/7, helping you do everything, he’s a bit paranoid that you might have a miscarriage or go into labor prematurely, so he does his best to make sure you don’t exert yourself. 

Will cry at the birth, you cannot change my mind. This is the first time in his life something actually went right for him! He was able to bring a healthy human into this world, and this healthy human is his! Will wish his family and Cora-san could see this moment also, will also cry due to the child not having a completely normal life (ie: no grandparents and what not). 

I headcanon he would have a boy (it’s mostly because baby Law is too cute-) and will look similar to his father, but is surprisingly closer to the other parent more. Will ask to name him Cora or Rosi after his surrogate father figure. 

Donquixote “Cora-san” Rosinante 

(We are going to say Rosi survived and has been living with you and Law, Doffy just said “fuck it” and gave up)

Rosi did not expect to ever want kids until meeting Law! After that, man literally has baby fever! Once you two were introduced, the man is throwing hints left and right (much to Law’s dismay since he gets the references-).

Has no idea what do to when you experience contractions or morning sickness, Law does a lot of the actual work for both of you and will prescribe you some medication that can help and won’t hurt the baby. He does do his best though to make the cradle and buy the correct diapers/formula/clothing you will need.

Also will cry at the birth! He’s so happy to have a family again and can understand the love his father had for him even more, will happily show Law his new little sibling, while Law will just blush and shrug acting like a edgy teen. He also shows baby pictures to Songoku and when the baby(ies) get older he brings them to the headquarters. 

I feel he would either have a little girl or twins (boy and girl), either way man is having a girl and will happily play princesses with her and other games! I can see Law being a good big brother too and she helps him with his own grief of his dead family.

Might name her after his mother (and maybe her middle name is Lami or something similar), if he has a boy for sure he will be named Homing after his father. 

The dad who gives in all the time! Cannot say no when they give them cute faces or say they love him! You would have to be the stricter on, or Law might also feel the need to say no at times, Rosi will just whine with them-

Marco the Phoenix

I feel he would retire once a suitable leader takes over the crew or the crew disbands all together. Marco is 45 right now, so I say in about three years or so he would settle down making him 48.

He’s a doctor so he knows what to expect and won’t get too worried over any symptoms, he’s also very causal and chill during the entire time (making you a little pissed he seems to have it all together while they struggle-). Just laughs off your complaints and curses at him.

During the pregnancy itself he is more serious and collected, wanting to make sure everything goes as planned. I feel both he and Law are the types to want to deliver their own children out of fear doctors will mess up or the marines getting word they have a child. 

I can see him having a boy! Not sure what name you two would pick, but Edward and Ace are up there! or at least something similar in those names. Will tell his kid all the adventures he encountered as a pirate and about his amazing captain who the whole New World feared. 

He’s that cool dad who doesn’t try hard and justs asks to give it your best shot. He’s not very competitive with other kids and just wants his kid to know he cares. I don’t think he’s an “I love you” kind of guys, but he does show his love in other ways!

As long as his child is happy in their life choices, he is happy and proud of them! He might not like marines due to being a pirate, but he won’t hate his child if they decide to be one. Hopes he can teach them some medical skills if they show interest! 

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[visceravalentines]

Thank you so much, I'm sorry for spamming you so much about it but my brain will not let it go. 🥺

You mentioned thinking about Vin driving? I have so many thoughts. Specifically about he way you see him settle into the driver's seat, closing the door when his leg slides in and he moves his hair from his shoulders.

He always notices the way you watch his hands while he works and even while he drives--bigger than yours with pretty nails and thick fingers. You can see the way his hand defines with veins and bone when he curls it over the steering wheel, his grip making a little bit of a squeeze sound from the binding. He likes to drive, it gives him alone time where he can think or daydream or just exist while he gets from point A to point B. College Vincent would love to take you on drives with no particular destination, just having you in his side view while you're relaxed in his passenger seat and watching the scenery go by.

Another thing he loves doing, of course, is you. He's a safer driver than his brothers most of the time, Bo taught him how to drive and he practiced a lot on his drives around. He can be just as safe with one hand is what I'm getting at--the other can be used or stationary. He'll hold your hand while his left hand drives, rubbing his thumb over the side of your hand and just enjoying how it interlocks so perfectly with his. Sometimes he'll have a nice, firm grip on you thigh. He gives you the littlest squeeze just to feel your skin between his fingers. He LOVES to feel how warm you are in his palm, coping a feel of whatever part of your precious body his mood dictates.

More often than not though, his hand will be put to good use. He keeps it moving, stroking up and down your inner thigh until he can dip it between your legs, happy to help you pass the drive in the best way. His fingers are bigger than yours, longer so he can touch you just right. Even better is when he flicks his attention to you while he helps you out, from the way your hands touch yourself with him or your face while you roll your hips with his fingers.

Vincent is a 50/50 when it comes to you. Part of him wants to keep his bubbling impulses to himself. Even if you are his partner, he's been reserved and lonely for so long it's only natural for him to come off as shy. The other half of the time he has the confidence and complex of a God. He knows exactly what he wants and he takes it because his perfect partner is okay with it.

Especially if you both met in college, he'd be a sucker for getting you red with blush. Grazing touches across your shoulders while youre sat down and hes passing behind you, his body pressed against your back while he grabs a book from around you--special connection while his hips rub against your ass. Kissing you to keep you quiet while he hikes your leg up and has you practically bumping against one of the sturdy bookshelves.

He loves to know you live for your interactions, touching the side of your neck while you're under him so he can feel your heart race or holding your hand while he pins them above your head. He can feel your pulse through your wrist just as fine.

Even in the softer moments when you're on your stomach in his bed, exhausted from all the cramming you had to do for finals. He'll run his hands up your sides and ride up your shirt while he presses kisses up your back. If you hc him to speak he'll be muttering every endearment he can think of in his raspy, underused voice between every kiss until you melt in his hands like wax. He'll relax you with all the dotting attention he can muster--every romantic gesture serves to remind you that you're the air he breathes.

-💙

So Blue, tell me, where exactly are you keeping Vincent Sinclair?? Bc you are The Expert. Straight facts. Dictated directly from the man himself.

I also love driving just to drive omg. Especially at dusk. Why the thought of him behind the wheel has me in a chokehold I cannot say but it DOES.

And you are so right about him being 50/50, his ego and his demons are at war all the time. And that's the charm of him I think. Sometimes he will physically haul you to the bed (or not even make it that far), strip you down and reduce you to a bundle of nerves in seconds flat. Other times, he needs you to show him how beautiful he is, needs you to redeem every inch of him with kisses and caresses, needs to be reminded he is more than worthy of you.

God I just love him. Spam me every day. 💚