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The Day 3 Pink Bellflower prompt for Kikyo Weekend was too cute to pass up so I did a little siblings piece for it
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Colored Seams (Astarion x GN! Reader)
Synopsis: Cazador is dead and the Spawn were released to the Underdark. You and Astarion could not be happier in the days that follow in spite of the looming Netherbrain Threat. You decide to do both of your laundry when a tragedy occurs- you accidentally destroyed his blanket.
CW: Dead Dove, Panic attack symptoms, fluffy, suggestive content, no specific pronouns mentioned or character traits
Author Note: Nobodyâs Fool and Floozy are going to be updated tomorrow :)
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Cazador is dead- well heâs been dead for a solid week now, but, with the nature of this adventure, that even feels like months ago.
Astarion sent the spawn to the Underdark, he remarked his grave, and his spirit seems lighter. He has a lot more pep in his step, jokes more easily, and he has been very, very into PDA. Laeâzel has even gone out of her way to remark on how affectionate he has been with you in public.
Astarionâs confidence in himself is still a work in progress, but it makes your heart sing to know that he is slowly beginning to heal and you promised, in spite of the lack of sun your future holds, that you will be by his side to support him every step of the way.
Heâs been exceptionally physically affectionate- you are still sore from the last several days of him âindulgingâ in his newfound freedom. The sheets are a mess, your clothes are a mess, his clothes are a mess, and you are not about to let either one of you go out in obviously sex stained clothing.
You had decided to wash yours and Astarionâs things while he begrudgingly helped Gale retrieve old tomes from Sorcerer Sundries- Rolanâs recent instatement has allowed for Gale to read just about every tomb in the massive magic shop.
Ever since everyone found out Astarion could use spider climb, they have been asking him for his help in various tasks- he charges everyone (minus you, of course).
Gale had actually dragged Astarion along because he is technically looking for a book on your behalf for Astarion. He doesnât know, but you and Gale have already begun the search for a Ring of Sunwalking.
Astarion loves the sun so much and you want to be able to give it to him- you all do. You could not be more proud of him and you find you enjoy acts of services and gift giving when it comes to him. He has had so little for so long and no one was taking care of him or making him feel special. You are very thankful that you get to be the one who provides him with these experiences.
For now, you donât have a gift so you are going to surprise him with clean clothes!
He usually does the laundry because you hate doing it (something he learned and just kinda picked up on). You told him he didnât need to and you feel bad for being a nuisance, but he would just roll his eyes, kiss you, and saunter off in the direction of the wash tub or wait until you are asleep so you canât fret about it.
Astarion is actually quite adorable in his laundry routine- he even has a bag specifically for laundry soaps and scents. The man is right- he really did miss his calling as a perfumer.
You started with both your clothes. You used herbs for scent, soap for cleanliness, and Halsin helped to dry them with Wind. You then moved onto your bed sheets.
However, you realize you made a horrific mistake after itâs far, far too late.
Astarionâs comfort blanket, his first and only item while under Cazador, was torn apart. It had gotten twisted inside the sheets and it already hadnât been strong enough to begin with. You didnât even know you threw it in with the rest! You would never do that on purpose! You know it has to be washed gently and carefully.
âTav?â
You are crying, entirely unaware of the fact that Halsin is widely concerned as you stare in horror at the murder scene before you.
âI destroyed his blanket!â Your voice is strained and your eyes must look as crazy as you feel because Halsin is looking very concerned for you.
âI am sure he will under-â
You are hyperventilating- there is no rhyme or reason and it doesnât seem to matter what Halsin says- your mind is spiraling a mile a minute into oblivion.
He is going to dump you- Gods he may even leave and that thought terrifies you more than anything else.
You feel your lungs collapse in your chest and you canât breathe.
You just wanted to do something nice for him.
You rush back to your bed after a brief pit stop at your shared room (you were forced, Gale was tired of waking up to you and Astarion being âadultsâ)- and you have pulled out every piece of yarn you can find. The majority of the blanket is intact, but there are chunks that have been unraveled.
The yarn is a faded gray color and all you have is your favorite color of yarn and a passionate hatred for mending things. Itâs thankfully the same consistency and thickness, but Withers only knows how much time and patience you have.
Back to the room you go.
It takes you a few moments to study the pattern, but you immediately begin your work. Your fingers are pricked and sore, unsteady and clumsy. You have never been the best sewer, knitter, etc. so you can only hope that it can make up for even the smallest bit of destruction.
You finish right as you hear his voice ring through the main room- he is heckling Gale about something and you feel like you may very well vomit.
You had moved your things to the corner, just in case, but you still arenât prepared to face him. Your tears begin to fall again.
You destroyed his blanket.
You are shaking and there is a lump forming in your throat as you try to stop your tears, ready to face probably one of the worst moments on this journey thus far.
He walks into your shared room- all smiles, but his mood quickly changes when he notices all of your things are packed away and your cheeks are tear stained. He looks sick with worry and now you feel even worse.
âMy love?â Astarionâs frantic voice makes your stomach turn, âmy love- what did I do wrong? What is it? How can I fix this?â
He is already at your side- Astarionâs eyes are filled with unshed tears and he is going to reach for you, but you just hold out the blanket between you.
The silence in the room is deafening and when he takes it- you clasp your shaking hands together and stare at your feet.
Astarion certainly must hate you- there is no way he can forgive you for this.
âI-I was just trying to do our laundry,â you whisper, âand I didnât realize your blanket was rolled up inside our sheets and it⌠it fell apart.
âI tried to fix it the best I could, but I- I already know this is unforgivable and I am so unbelievably sorry, Astarion, and I know we are definitely over after this, but please donât leave. I donât want you to get hurt or turned into a mindflayer and if itâs that painful, I will just leave and-â
You and your rambling mouth are engulfed in a massive hug that stuns you to your core and you feel cool lips press a gentle kiss to your temple.
You fall apart- all the fear and anxiety from the last few hours has finally hit you. You are struggling to contain yourself and self-regulation isnât happening. Every abandonment wound you have ever had has been ripped open and left to bleed everywhere inside the room.
âIâm so sorry,â you are still a mess, âI am so so sorry, Astarion.â
âMy Dear,â he pulls back, tilting your chin so you are looking at him, âit is okay. I forgive you.â
You blink a few times with your lower lip still trembling. Astarionâs smile is sad as he wipes away your tears and kisses the space around the corners of your mouth before placing one on the tip of your nose. He smiles brightly when your lips finally curve upward a bit.
âAt the beginning of this journey, I think I would have been exceptionally mad,â he admits, âbut, now? Well, my Love,â he smiles at the blanket in his hand, âI was considering getting rid of it- itâs a reminder of my past in a lot of ways I donât wish to remember.
âItâs perfect now- it feels like it belongs to me again and not the person Cazador bullied me into being,â his eyes glow with happiness, âI also know you despise this kind of activity and doing laundry- I greatly appreciate you doing both for me this evening, my Dear.â
Your smile cracks open your face and your tears are now filled with relief. You hug him tightly and he holds you back- equally as relieved that it wasnât a big deal.
And itâs not- Astarion genuinely isnât all that upset about it. Sure itâs not ideal, but you know what no one has ever done for him before? Fix something of his they broke- or at the very least attempted to. He finds himself grinning like a moron at your clumsy stitching and he adores that your favorite color is brightening up the blanket much like you have brightened up his entire world.
Nor has anyone done his laundry! You did a really good job too.
âYou are very good at laundry, my dear,â he muses, âmaybe I need to have you teach me some time.â
He can hear you roll your eyes as you put away your items again. Astarion began making the bed- you in all of your panic had completely forgotten to do.
âOh please- we both know itâs a miracle I didnât turn everything pink again by accident!â
You had made the mistake of grabbing a red bottle thinking it was laundry soap (at the beginning of the journey, mind you) and your stuff looked ridiculous because the bottle had actually been dyed. Your hands looked like you had just come back from brutalizing someone. Astarion had been the one to help you reverse the horrid mistake.
âThat is a positive,â he laughs, coming up behind you and admiring the way you smile in the mirror while he wraps his arms around you, âI am glad I wonât be in some blotchy reddish, pink attire.â
âWe would be matching ALL THE TIME though.â
âThat, my Love, did not make you dying my laundry pink anymore appealing.â
You throw your head back with laughter- your makeup has created lines down your neck with your tears and you still havenât had a chance to bathe nor has Astarion.
Astarion plays with the hem of your pants and kisses along your neck.
âYou know, practice does make perfect,â he murmurs against your thrumming pulse, âand cleaning another would certainly be good laundry practice.â
You hum in agreement, âthat is a good point and I could certainly use the practice.â
âI would be more than happy to demonstrate- I have been told I am an excellent teacher.â
Your grin is wide and your eyes are blown wide with lust- it makes him incredibly satisfied to see you react to him in the mirror and knowing that only he can make you feel this way.
You grab his hand, pulling him towards the washroom.
âWe best get started then. I am an eager pupil, after all.â
Astarionâs grin threatens to split open his face and he allows you to pull him along- throwing the blanket onto the bed so that you can mend yourselves together in a different kind of way.
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The Game
Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, slight role playing, teasing, public foreplay, semi public sex, fingering, oral, smut. covers a bingo square (bolded prompt). 2700 words of pure porn. Yup. we've plunged into a new character pool besties. If you want to not miss out, sign up for the taglist here!
âIs this seat taken?â
You glanced up from your phone, lips curving up into a grin at the dark haired man in front of you, âit is now.â
It was the same as always, this little game you played when life got a little too busy, a little too boring, home life stale needing to be spiced up once again. Youâd find a bar, not your regular spot, one that would be empty enough youâd have your own space but busy enough for no one to realize what was going on. Tucked away in a dark corner in a private booth Aaron slid onto the bench beside you, a fresh drink placed in front of you. Your eyes found the drink, following his hand up to his body, flicking up to his face and you smiled in appreciation. He had a crisp navy button up on, sleeves rolled up, one more button than normal undone exposing his chest and you wanted nothing more than to bury your face into the crook of his neck, leaving him with a mark for tomorrow.
But thatâs not the order the game was played in. And you knew it.
It started out innocently enough, as if you had run into each other accidentally, chatting about your weeks, catching up with the other person. Slowly relaxing as you finished your first round of drinks before Aaron would disappear to grab refills and this time he slid into the booth he would slide closer to you, an arm draped over the back of the seat, fingers softly playing with your hair, tracing patterns across the bare skin of your shoulder and neck. You let out a giggle when you caught his eyes dragging down the column of your neck, lingering on your exposed cleavage as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
âYou like what you see?â You asked, sly grin on your lips and he chuckled.
âVery much.â
âShame weâre not in private so you can touch.â
He chuckled, his hand tickling across the back of your neck before curling around your cheek while he leant in, âI can think of a few other things I can do.â His breath was hot on your lips as he spoke, a small laugh on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut and his lips met yours.
As your lips moved with ease against each others his free hand moved to your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before his fingertips started dancing up your inner thigh. His teeth nipped at your lower lip and you moaned into the kiss, the noise swallowed by Aaron while his hand got closer and closer to where you wanted it, sliding under your skirt. Instinctively you parted your legs, shifting on the bench to give him easier access right as his tongue slipped into your mouth. It moved with grace against yours, rolling deeper, not leaving an inch of you unexplored until you were whining into the kiss and he broke it with a dark chuckle. His hand finally cupped your pussy and he raised a brow at you,
âNo panties? Dirty girl was ready for this, werenât you?â
âYes.â You breathed out, your lips already kiss swollen, pupils blown in the low light of the bar.
âYes what?â He asked, pinching at your thigh and you squeaked.
âYes sir.â
âGood girl.â He leant forward, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and you couldnât help but grind down toward his hand, pulling another laugh from him. âSuppose you want me to touch you, hmm?â
âMmhm.â You nodded, âplease sir.â His thumb began to press slow lazy circles on your clit and you let out a quiet gasp, reaching out to pick up your drink in an attempt to not give in right away.
Because this was when the game leveled up. Aaron would slowly start to torment you while continuing the conversation from earlier. Asking you to keep telling him about your run in with a neighbour, the client at work who expected you to do things for half the cost, whatever mediocre boring things to keep your lips moving and you focussed on anything other than what was going on between your legs. His thumb would press harder every so often before his fingers were rubbing through your folds, finger tips teasing you, barely slipping into your cunt. His eyes would remain on you, watching the way your breathing was picking up, the curve of your chest rising quicker with each ministration of his hand under the table. Your words got breathier, more spaced apart as you tried to keep telling the story and somewhat keep your composure. When youâd finally finished answering his last question he was silent, thumb still toying with your clit while his fingers traced through you, simply smearing you wetness around. He reached out to pick up his beer, taking a swig before placing it back down on the table top and then he leant in, his words husked into the shell of your ear.
âSo wet for me already. Tell me, did you touch yourself while I was gone?â
âNo, sir.â
âWhy not?â He murmured, leaving a kiss just below your ear.
âNot the same.â You whined, your hips rocking toward his touch, begging for more.
âOh you poor thing.â He chuckled, nipping at your earlobe, âcanât make yourself come anymore? Have I ruined you?â
âYes!â It came out as a strangled whine of frustration and Aaron quietly laughed again.
This was when the game shifted up another step, he would amp it up, instead of making boring small talk, he would be whispering the filthiest things into your ear, his hands anywhere on your body that couldnât be seen and you had to keep composure.
âWell that is a shame.â He cupped your pussy once more before a thick finger slid in and you let out a quiet gasp, hands clutching at the side of the table. âHow about that? Does that feel good?â His nose nudge at the side of your jaw as his finger thrusted in and out of you and you did your best not to shudder.
âYes⌠oh fuckâŚâ
Your head dropped closer to his shoulder, to anyone passing by it just seemed like the two of you were in an intimate, flirtatious conversation. Little giggles and teases flitting between the two of you as things got cozier, as the alcohol sunk in, lowering inhibitions. When it reality, your pussy was pulsing around his finger already, the heel of his hand brushing at your swollen clit. He curled his finger and your hand squeezed around his free arm as you let out a shuddering breath and he knew heâd found the sensitive spot inside you.
âRight there hmm?â He asked with a tease in his voice, a gleam in his eyes as he watched the heat creep up your neck. âThink I should add another finger? Fuck you faster?â He grazed past the spot again and you bit back a moan, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you nodded.
âPlease sir. Oh god⌠please keep going.â
âDonât worry sweetheart.â He kissed the side of your neck softly, âI wasnât planning on stopping until your legs are shaking and this pussy is drenched.â
A second finger slid into your pussy and you groaned quietly at the sensation, your pussy fluttering around them as Aaron continued to pump them deep as he could into you. You could feel your juices smearing along your thighs, dripping down his wrist as each thrust pulled more out of you and you began to twitch. His free hand shifted up, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head up to meet his gaze so he could truly watch you as he fingered you.
âSo fucking gorgeous.â He murmured, leaning in for a kiss, his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth. Your whines were swallowed down by the kiss as his hand sped up, the wet sounds coming from your cunt drowning in the noise of the bar. âAlways so pretty for me.â His lips began to trace down your jaw, âso fucking hot when youâre on your knees for me, you love my cock in your mouth, donât you?â
âYes..â You breathed out and with what composed thoughts you had left your hand found its way to his lap, palming at his length through his pants and he groaned softly. You could feel that he was already hard, straining against the fabric, no doubt as turned on as you were in that moment. Your hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing softly and he grunted quietly, curling his fingers again and you gasped. âOh god Aaron⌠feels so good⌠pl.. please donât stop.â
âYou gonna come for me?â He mumbled, fighting the urge to rock his own hips up as you continued to palm at him, his cock getting harder with each little noise that escaped your lips.
âSo closeâŚâ You mumbled, your pussy clenching down around his fingers, your words coming out in pants. His fingers twisted and scissored, stretching you out, knowing that youâd be begging for his cock in a matter of minutes and he had to make sure you were ready. You felt your thighs begin to shake, your vision going hazy when he curled his fingers again, pumping harder and faster, âoh fuck Aaron!â
Your cry was almost a little too loud, but a second later his lips were on yours again, silencing your moans and whimpers as your orgasm swept over you, your thighs trembling. You nearly attempted to close your legs but his arm kept them nicely spread open for him, juices dripping down his hand as you shivered. He gently pulled his fingers from you and you whined at the loss, causing him to laugh quietly.
âThat was the prettiest sound Iâve ever heard.â
âNeed your cock.â You whispered, barely having caught your breath, âplease sir.â
Aaron wasnât one to deny you, especially when you were looking up at him with that pout on your lips, the neediness in your eyes prevalent and he knew you werenât going to get very far without getting what you wanted. He glanced around quickly to make sure no one had caught on to what was going on in the darkened booth before pulling you around the corner to an unused storage room. The door was instantly locked and his arms wound around you, lips finding yours for a burning kiss, this one possessive and full of fire now that you were behind closed doors. He groaned into the kiss when you rutted your hips against him, his cock twitching in his pants, aching to plunge into your heat.
He backed you into the wall, hands squeezing at your ass and you followed his lead, hopping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You couldnât help but grind down against him, your pussy dragging along his length, smearing wetness onto the crotch of his pants. One of his hands bunched your skirt up to your waist before swiftly undoing his belt and pulling down the zipper.
���Aaron pleaseâŚâ you whined and he chuckled.
âPatience sweetheart.â He murmured back, his mouth making home in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting at the tender skin, pulling moans from you as your head dropped back against the wall.
He freed his cock from his pants, thick and throbbing in his hand, pre-cum leaking from the head that he smeared around himself, pumping a couple of times before he rutted forward. He rubbed his cock up and down your slit, the head brushing your pulsing clit and you groaned, your hands clutching at his body, nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to push yourself down towards him. Finally he lined himself up and sunk deep into your pussy, a mutual moan coming from both of you and your head fell forward.
âFuck..â he muttered breathlessly, âso fucking tight for me.â
âMove, please.â You begged, nipping at his lip.
âYou want me to fuck you hard and fast? Hmm?â He asked, his cock twitching inside you already as you squeezed down around him.
âYes, oh god yes.â
Aaron pulled his hips back so just the tip was left inside your heat and then plunged back into you with a forceful thrust, a grunt in the back of his throat. He filled you completely, stretching you just perfectly in a way that made you shiver with pleasure, your body breaking out in goosebumps as his hips pounded into you. Your arms wound tighter around his shoulders, bracing yourself on him as he fucked you against the wall, each pump of his hips his cock dragged passed the sensitive spots of your pussy, you could feel every ridge and vein of him and it was already having you seeing stars.
âSo goodâŚâ you moaned.
âTake me so well sweetheart.â He panted, his lips searching yours out to steal breathless kisses. One of his hands crept up your body, groping at your chest through your shirt, pinching at your nipples and you were moaning into the kiss, your pussy fluttering around him and his hips nearly faltered at the sensation. âLove this fucking pussy.â He muttered, his mouth finding the crook of your neck again, âwho does this pussy belong to?â
âYou!â You gasped out when he bit into your skin, âyou sir, oh fuck..â
Your body felt like it was on fire, pleasure shooting through you, ready to break through from just under your skin, your legs already beginning to tremble around him. Aaron knew just how to angle his hips to fuck you deeper with each thrust, hitting every spot you needed to drive you absolutely wild. He could feel your pussy clenching down harder, your wetness completely surrounding him and his cock throbbed. His hand snuck between your bodies, pinching at your clit before he began to rub at it.
âCome for me sweetheart.â He grunted, âwanna feel you come on my cock.â
âFuck..â you whimpered, your hips rocking up to meet his with each touch of his hand and push of his hips. His cock nudged deep within you right as his fingers rubbed harder on your pulsing nub and you cried out, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
âOh fuck..â he muttered, âthatâs it⌠god.â The way you squeezed around him was absolutely heavenly, he could feel every flutter of your pussy as he continued to drive into you, chasing his own release that he knew wasnât far off. One of your legs dropped from around his waist and he slipped out of you, âon your knees.â
You eagerly dropped down in front of him, hand darting out to wrap around his cock, pumping it a few times to smear your juices around as you glanced up at him from under your lashes. That alone was almost enough to have him coming and you smirked at the way he twitched in your hand. Leaning forward you wrapped your lips around his cock, sinking down until your nose was brushing against dark curls and his hands tangled into your hair. You hallowed your cheeks, tongue tracing patterns around him as you sucked him deeper between your lips. You bobbed a couple of times, each time taking him further into your throat and a moment later he was grunting above you, hand keeping your head down on his cock as his cum spilled into your mouth.
You sucked hard around him, making sure you had swallowed down every last drop as he braced himself against the wall above you. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you stood up on shaky legs, happy when a sturdy arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to him so he could kiss you on the forehead while he tucked himself back into his pants.
âTime for another round of drinks?â You offered, raising a brow and him and he laughed, the carnal darkness returning to his eyes.
âOh I donât think so.â He smirked, âIâm going to take you home and absolutely devour that pretty pussy.â
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imgoingtogetyouback (Sebastian Sallow X Reader)
A/N: I've been bad and haven't been posting much - BUT I swear I have a lot things coming, I just need to work through writer's block a bit more. Anyway, here is something I wrote tonight, since I feel like it's been so long since I've posted anything. As always, any feedback is appreciating (Especially since this is my first smut that I've written)
Summary: Your and Sebastian's on and off again relationship has been driving you crazy- So, you decide to do something about it. (inspired by imgoingtogetyouback by miss TS)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Minors DNI
Disclaimer: All characters are aged up to 18 in this piece. Also, I am not Taylor Swift and therefore do not own the rights to imgoingtogetyouback
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You couldnât believe that you found yourself here again.
You were drunk at the Three Broom Sticks, nearly falling off your stool as you eyed Sebastian Sallow across the room. Though the place was packed, you managed to keep your gaze steady on him. He cast a sly smirk as he studied the brunette Gryffindor student in front of him. While you had to admit that she was beautiful, it didnât make the situation any less vexatious.
Neither Poppy nor Natty seemed to notice your intense focus on him, as the conversation at the table continued, and, most importantly, the drinking. Your body began to grow warm with anger as Sebastian leaned in to brush a strand of hair away from the Gryffindorâs face. You didnât know which part was more frustrating - The fact that he was already touching another girl, or the fact that you loved it when he did that it to you.
After a couple more shots of fire whiskey, the world began to blur to the point where you felt like it was a good decision to confront Sebastian. After all, you had only broken up (for the third time) 2 weeks ago. How did he already think it was okay to go snogging yet another girl? You made a move to stand up, nearly falling off your stool before Poppy caught your arm.
âWoah there⌠Whatâs up Y/N?â When you didnât answer, Poppyâs gaze followed yourâs until her eyes pooled with worry. âNuh-uh, you are not going there. Sit your butt back down.â You shook your head, pulling your arm free of Poppyâs grip.
âNo Poppy, I have to- I mean, heâs touching another girl. Already.â Poppy stared at you, clearly concerned about your drunken state as she rubbed her temple.
âIâm not going to be able to stop you, am I?â You shot her a slightly lopsided grin, taking a few more steps forward.
âYou know me so well!â
You began to make your way across the room, trying to limit the amount you bumped into the various patrons crowding the tables. Through the low light of the establishment, you could see Sebastian full-on kissing the girl at this point- That wouldnât stand on your watch.
Marching over to his table, you slammed your hands down and tried to look as threatening as possible. Thankfully, the faint ancient magic glow that cast a blue tint around you seemed to do the trick, as the Gryffindor student looked up at you nervously.
âCan⌠Can I help you?â She asked softly, clearly trying to discern how to best proceed with caution. Sebastian, on the other hand, looked furious. But before he could voice his frustration, you shot the girl a menacing glare and began to draw your wand.
âWell, if you knew what was best for you, you probably would stop snogging another girlâs boyfriend. Specifically, a girl who could hex you into oblivion if she really wanted to.â At that moment, the Gryffindor clearly no longer valued bravery as much as she thought, as she choose to apologize profusely and quickly leave the table.
Sebastian turned to stare at you, wide-mouthed and red in the face, until he was finally able to speak again. âWhat the FUCK was that Y/N- You broke up with me!â
You simply shrugged, and gripped his arm, dragging him out towards the front doors. âWhat if I told you I changed my mind?â Sebastian could hardly get any retort out, sputtering words as you dragged him out into the lamp-lit, rainy street.
Sebastian sputtered some more, before finally yanking free of your grip. âAnd what exactly makes you think you can just decide that Y/N. For fuckâs sake, didnât I see you snogging Amit just the other week? I thought you had moved on already, and here you come ruining my chances. I had a good thing going there you know. Plus, you broke up with me, remember?â The Slytherin crossed his arms over his chest, clearly fuming at your actions. Honestly, you were kind of glad you still had this effect on him. After all, Sebastian was the most attractive when he was angry.
You let out a soft chuckle, as you drunkenly took a couple more steps towards him, and placed your hand on his cheek. He flushed at the contact, his resolve clearly flattering a bit. âI mean, I did, but Iâve decided to put your last transgression aside, just for tonight⌠Assuming youâre interested?â You cocked an eyebrow, trying to give him the most seductive smile you could when this wasted. Sebastian studied your face for only a few moments, before making the decision you always knew he would.
As he leaned in to capture your lips with his own, you pulled him closer to you with fistfuls of his shirt, and apparated you to your room of requirement. You both stumbled a bit at the sudden travel, but Sebastian recovered quickly. Pressing you backward with increasingly more desperate kisses, he pressed you into a wall, and gripped your thighs to hoist you up higher.
You your legs wrapped around his waist, you could already feel his erection growing- You loved having this effect on him, almost as much as you loved being railed by him. You pressed your core against him, rubbing until you gained a satisfied groan from his lips.
Sebastian moved his lips away from yours and began to greedily press kisses against your neck, as his hands traveled under your sweater, gracing your skin with his hot touch. Between kisses, he choked out praises, trying his best to earn a reaction. âFuck, Y/N- I didnât know how much I missed your body.â He let out another throaty groan and you pressed yourself against his still-clothed erection, and let out a small sigh of your own.
âIf you missed my body that much, you sure are not doing a great job of taking my clothes off.â Sebastian let out a chuckle against your neck, before taking the invitation and beginning to practically rip your clothes off of you, throwing your sweater and skirt to the floor, with your tights following close after. You began to work on his buttons and belt, quickly ridding him of his clothes until only his undergarments remained on, his shirt long discarded and his pants pooled around his legs.
Finally letting you down from your pinned position to fully remove his pants, Sebastian pointed to the chaise lounge. âYou, on there, now. Strip while youâre at it.â
To his surprise, you were more obedient than usual, as you gave him a mischievous smirk over your shoulder and began to walk towards the lounge, leaving a trail of undergarments as you went. Eventually, you laid down fully bare, and eyed Sebastianâs form as he made his way over. He too had chosen to discard all of his clothing, and now held his length in his hand, rubbing slowly as he greedily eyed your body.
âAll submissive and spread out for me- You know, I think I may like you better like this.â He let around a soft chuckle as he knelt in front of you, grabbing the backs of your knees to yank you closer.
The next thing you knew, his mouth had collided with your core, his tongue traveling over your folds. You let out a moan, your head falling back against the lounge as your hands found purchase in his hair, pulling that delicious mouth of his even closer.
Sebastian obliged willing, his tongue probing your entrance before he moved to suck gently on your clit. You looked down to meet his lustful eyes, as he brought his hand up to your opening. While continuing the suction on your clit, he brought his fingers to your folds, stroking a few times to wet them before dipping them in, gaining an elicit reaction from you.
You groaned his name, as your grip on his hair only tightened. You could feel him chuckle against you, as you let out a few lewd moans. âThere, there darling.â Sebastian pistoned his fingers in and out of you harder, moving up your body to stare down at your face. âDonât worry, I wonât let you come until my cock is inside you. You deserve at least that much for putting me through the wringer these past few weeks.â
You could barely contain your excitement as he eventually withdrew his fingers from you, and used your slick to wet the tip of his cock. He then leaned over your body, positioning himself at your entrance. âHave you been a good girl for me, stayed as tight as I like it?â
You let out a stuttered yes, as your eyes traveled down his form and to his cock, which looked as large as ever. Gods, you loved having sex when Sebastian was mad at you.
Sebastian let out a chuckle, before pressing a needy kiss against your lips. âGood.â
Without warning, you felt him penetrating you. Before you could even adjust, he began to thrust in and out, letting out lewd noises of his own. âFuck Y/N- You donât know how much I missed this.â He filled you completely before pulling back out again, delightfully stretching your walls with each thrust.
âGods, Sebastian- I-I missed you too.â You begged for it harder, wrapping your hands around his back and digging your nails in, drawing him in even closer.
Sebastianâs thrusts began to falter a bit, as he left a mark on your neck, slightly regretting the ruthless pace he had chosen to set. His hands moved down to your hips, one holding you down tightly. The other continued onto your core, as his fingers found purchase against your clit and began to rub those circles you loved, ever so dearly.
You groaned uncontrollably, begging for more, as your orgasm drew ever nearer. Sebastian was clearly in the same boat, as his hips began to falter even more. Still, he tried his best to continue, willing your orgasm to come before his. âTell me Y/N, can Amit make you feel this good?â He looked up to study your expression, trying his best to hide his worry that you may in fact say yes.
âO-Of course not- fuck⌠No one can make me feel like you do Sebastian.â That gained a grin from the freckled boy, who rubbed with more pressure as if to reward the answer he so desperately needed to hear.
âGood, then cum for me, babe.â It was only a few moments before you obliged him, your body winding tightly before releasing into wonderful waves of pleasure, that took over your form and made you go limp against the lounge.
Sebastianâs attack on your body only continued, until he eventually filled you with hot trails of his seed, his hips gradually slowing down as he lingered in the warm heat of your connection.
Eventually, once you came to a bit more, you found Sebastian lying beside you, his arms wrapped around your frame as he rubbed your back, pressing gentle kissing against your forehead. You eventually looked up, giving him a shy smile, before reaching up to press a soft kiss against his lips.
Sebastian smiled down at you as well, studying your features with quiet intrigue. âWould it be too forward to ask if this means that weâre back together?â
You let out a small chuckle, pressing your lips gently against his cheek. âI suppose it does⌠Assuming you can provide dick like that every night.â
Sebastian laughed, brushing a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, cementing the fact that you were once again his. âI suppose I could try⌠Tough standard to live up to.â
âOh donât worry⌠Iâm sure you will. Besides, I know Iâll always be able to find ways to make you mad. Youâre kind of an easy target.â
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grief comfort- mammon
I wanted to write something with mammon, who is one of my biggest comfort characters. I wanted to post it last year but I couldnât finish it until now.
fem!mc bc I mostly wrote it for my own comfort and also I this is like. suuuuper self indulgent guys, so donât mind me!!! just getting some emotions out!!! (but this is NOT an OC or my own self-insert MC. there is no physical description and the only background info is that her mother has passed.)
warnings: heavy grief, feelings of guilt, lots of crying and reminiscing, mammon is incredibly emotionally intelligent and loves you so much, very very quick character analysis of the brothers and their grief. Mammon might be slightly OOC in this Iâm sorry!!
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If there was one thing you missed about the Human World when you were in the Devildom, it was the sunshine.Â
Yeah, it was hot and annoying, and maybe it temporarily blinded you whenever you wanted to look up at the clouds, but at least it provided you with a soft glow through your window in the morning and a feeling of comforting warmth.
And you were so cold right now. Not necessarily because of the weather (it was Summer in the Devildom, so really you were at risk of overheating with all the blankets piled on top of you), but rather because of the emptiness you were feeling inside.Â
Of course this day had been lingering in the back of your mind for a couple weeks now, and you tried to act normal around the others- really you did. Playing it off as if it would be just another day, keeping a smile on your face... nothing out of the ordinary from what you had always done when the topic of conversation related to your mother.Â
But last night you couldnât keep your smile as wide as you wanted and you knew everyone could tell that you werenât as well-off as you claimed to be.Â
So you werenât surprised when there was no one bugging you about being late for breakfast. Your phone wasnât blowing up with messages, no one was knocking at your door and no one was yelling for you down the hallway.Â
You were alone with your thoughts and you honestly werenât sure if you were more appreciative or scared of that.Â
The logical side of your brain kept telling you to get up and moving, eat food, spend time with people who love and care for you- itâs just another day and it only has so much weight because youâre putting emphasis on it. But the emotional side of your brain kept telling you to remember her, wallow- itâs okay to miss her, of course youâre sad today, you lost your mother far too soon! Feel what you need to however you need to.Â
The latter eventually won out and you stayed in bed, scrolling through old pictures of her you had saved. You were brought out of your thoughts when someone knocked on your door.Â
âMC? Itâs me. Can I come in?â His voice was muffled through the door but you could hear the concern in his voice.Â
You managed out a weak yeah and then your boyfriend entered carrying a plate of food. He closed the door behind him and gave you a small smile. âI managed to make you a plate before Beel polished everything off.â
You watched him him as he set the plate on your desk and came closer to you, really looking at you for the first time that morning. His eyes scanned over your rumpled bedsheets and the layers of blankets. The tear-stained cheeks and soaked pillow.Â
The second you made eye contact, you let out a little whimper and almost immediately he was laying down with you in his arms. He gently rubbed up and down your back, shushing you softly as you sobbed into his chest.Â
Mammon knew more about your motherâs death and the rocky years that followed than any of the others. Mostly because he was your boyfriend, sure, but also because he was just so easy to open up to. You werenât really sure how to approach the topic of grief with the others- you didnât want to set the twins off (especially Belphie), Asmo and Levi always tried to change the subject... maybe Lucifer would be willing to open up about it, but you doubted there would be a smooth transition into that conversation. And Satan... you could probably go to him about it since he was technically the most removed from the brothersâ shared grieving, but thatâs also exactly why you didnât. Singling him out based on that alone might feel like a slap to the face for him.Â
And it seemed silly, because as a grieving person? You knew far too well how badly you wanted to have those conversations and wished people wouldnât walk on eggshells around you... it was hypocritical, almost, but you shoved that thought to the back of your mind.
Mammon, though? You were well aware of how terribly he missed his little sister. Late night talks from back before you even started dating proved as much, but the difference was that he seemed the most equipped of his family to have a smooth running conversation about grief and loss- especially considering his role of comforting and caring for his brothers right after the fall. The most willing to confront those feelings with you (which you recognized was incredibly ironic due to his previous history with genuine feelings towards you). Of course you felt the most comfortable opening up to him about your own experience with it.
So him checking up on you today while the others left you alone only further proved your theories. The more you cried into his shirt, the tighter he held you. He pressed kisses to the top of your head and pulled your face away a bit so you could breathe. âItâs okay... Iâve got ya.âÂ
You continued to cry, finally letting all of your bottled up emotions from the past couple weeks free. You cried for your loss, the memories of your mother that played through your mind, and how you kind of wished she was the one comforting you instead. Or that you didnât need to be comforted at all.Â
When you finally calmed down enough, your sobs subsiding into little hiccups and sniffles, he gently cupped your face and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. Then he helped you sit up a bit, the two of you sitting against the headboard, him letting you lean your bodyweight on him.Â
âDo ya feel like eating?â He peered down at you.Â
You shook your head a little, honestly too exhausted to even want to look at the food he brought, but your stomach betrayed you and growled. Mammon laughed a little. âI guess the better question here would have been âare ya hungryâ?â
You whined as he got up to get the plate, causing you to almost fall over. He shot you a small smile and made his way back quickly. Once he was back in his original spot, with you leaning on him again, he speared some fruit on the fork and held it up for you. When you turned your face away slightly, he furrowed his eyebrows.Â
âBaby, you need to eat something. I know ya donât feel like it, but ignorinâ your bodyâs no good.âÂ
With more effort than you would have liked to admit, you slowly pushed yourself off of him and let him feed you the piece of fruit. When you took it, he beamed. âThere ya go... I wonât force ya to eat all of it but you need to at least make a dent alright?â
You nodded and let him feed you some more. He kept your mind off of it as you ate, making small conversation until there were only small scraps left. âThatâs great, babe, Iâm glad youâre not facing today with an empty stomach. Here, drink,â he held up a glass of water for you to take.Â
Now that you were fed and hydrated you felt a little more alive, but the ache in your heart persisted. Mammon seemed to notice that you still werenât up for much, so he just held you closer and let you slump over on his lap, looking up at him.Â
âDo you want to talk about her?â
You sighed a little and nodded, but when you tried to voice an answer, your throat got tight. So you just stared up at him pitifully.Â
He gave you a sympathetic look and ran two of his knuckles over your cheek. âItâs okay... why donât we go through some pictures ya have of her instead?â
So you reached for your phone and unlocked it, going through the album you had opened previously.Â
He was attentive, asking you questions about the backstory of each picture, listening when you remembered them and swiping to the next one when you got frustrated about the ones you couldnât.Â
âShe was pretty. You look so much like her,â he murmured when you came across a selfie of the two of you.Â
You smiled a bit and thanked him. âI think so too. It makes me really proud⌠most people say I look like her, but some people think I look more like my dad.âÂ
He cupped your face with his hand and smiled softly. âWell rest assured, ya look like her, and Iâm always right so you gotta believe me.â
You laughed again and let a comfortable silence settle in your room. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek and watched over you as you pondered over whatever was on your mind.
âI... I get angry sometimes. That she died,â you admitted.
Mammon raised his eyebrows, not expecting so much guilt to be laced in your voice. âThatâs perfectly normal, baby, I still get pissed over Lilithâs death. We all do.â
Your eyes welled with tears again. âYeah, but you have so many reasons to be angry. How could I ever be angry at her for getting sick? That wasnât her fault. She didnât want to leave me... but my life went to shit when she did.â
He considered your words carefully. âBut youâre not really mad at her, youâre mad at how everything went down. Youâre allowed to be angry, MC.â
You sniffled. âI guess...â your voice was thick with emotion and it was getting hard to hold back another round of tears. âI just... donât want to be angry anymore, but Iâm so stuck on everything that happened.â
âYa never got to let it out properly. Youâve said before that ya never really fully processed it because of your family, right? Ya kept it in because ya didnât know how to deal with it and ended up getting praised for not showing how much it hurt,â
You nodded. âAnd it lead to so much personal failure... I feel like Iâve lost the last few years of my life because Iâve been struggling so much.â
He frowned. âNot failures, just... too many obstacles youâre trying to tackle on your own. Youâre doinâ a good job, treasure, ya just gotta let yourself feel it, okay? I promise itâll help.â
You bit your lip to keep it from wobbling, but he shook his head and moved some hair out of your eye. âNuh-uh, let it out if you need to.â
Your body shook with effort to keep it in, but in the end you couldnât. âShe was supposed to be okay, Mammon. They told me she was going to recover. And I guess they believed it too, so itâs not like they lied, but what the fuck is the lesson Iâm supposed to learn from this that I couldnât have learned without her dying?â
He held you tighter and lets you cry on his shoulder. Heâs not completely sure what to say to make it better- there were hundreds of lessons that came with Lilith and the fall. Heâs had a few thousand years to realize them all, though, and he knew better than to try and get you to find some of your own.
âThereâs this saying in the human world that goes everything happens for a reason, but I think itâs bullshit. There was no reason for this and Iâm so lucky I figured that out beforehand, otherwise Iâd be driving myself crazy trying to find one.â
Mammon nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. âYouâre already nuts enough, we donât need ya going even deeper down the rabbit hole.â
You snorted and shoved him a bit, then took a deep breath in. On the exhale you felt so much of the dayâs tension leave you alongside the air in your lungs.
âFeelinâ a little better, babe?â He whispered.
You nodded. A few minutes later, after a comfortable silence, you were leaning on him once more. You looked up at him and admired his profile. âI do think some things happen for a reason, though.â
He looked down at you curiously. âYeah?â
You nodded. âComing to the Devildom was hard to add to my list of things gone wrong back then, but at the very least I know what the reason for it was.â
He smiled at you shyly. âOh⌠really?â
You didnât need to elaborate past another nod- Mammon already knew you meant meeting him. (And his brothers, but as your boyfriend, he also knew he took top priority.)
âThank you for taking care of me today, my love. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.â
He kissed your cheek and knocked his forehead against yours. âYa donât need to thank me, treasure, I would do anything for you. Iâm just happy youâre feeling decent now.â
The similarities hit you like a ton of bricks.
The Devildom may not have a sun, but it had something even better- warm, bright and comforting Mammon.
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AU: Roommate AU
Prompt: âDo you know you're prettyâÂ
And of course draco because I love him so freaking much đŠ
babe you are making me cry but thanks for your amazing words... I appreciate your love and support so I hope you like this..
Draco was fuming when he found out he had to share a room in his apartment. But times were tough and as much as he hated to admit he needed a roommate so he could split the rent. His parents were still wealthy but they were too facing the repercussions of the recession and had to him to self-sustain.
If anyone hated the recession more it was Draco because now he had to share a space with a stranger. Blaise and Pansy decided to help him to find a roommate because as much as they loved him, he was being snobby and arrogant to any potential roommate. He would pinpoint their flaws, and make up some weird excuse why they will not be a good roommate.
A week later a very exhausted Pansy showed Draco a profile. Draco spent the whole night trying to find flaws in her. But he just couldn't. Even her name was beautiful. Y/n L/n.
Y/n moved in quickly without a peep. Her room needed repairs since no one had been there for a while. But she didn't complain. Draco was surprised she really meant the words "you won't even realize I am here" because Draco wouldn't realize when she was home and when she was not.
So Draco went out of his way to stay in the living room only because he still needed to keep an eye on his new roommate. No other reason.
Her bright smile and how sweetly she would say his name would be the only thing he could think about. But he would immediately shake his head thinking it would shake off the warmth growing in his chest.
But soon the weather was changing. The wind was getting colder. This was the time of year Draco hated the most. The temperature change would always cause Draco to fall sick.
Blaise and Pansy came to check in with him and were surprised at his changed demeanor towards Y/n. He was..softer. And their eyes widened when they saw him smiling. But couldn't help but smile too when Y/n brought soup for Draco.
Soon both excused themselves looking at how Draco and Y/n were stealing glances. When they left Y/n brought more soup for Draco. Draco could practically hear his own heartbeat when he saw Y/n sit on his bed.
When Draco didn't move to take the soup Y/n joked "Do you want me to feed you?"
Draco chuckled. He missed this feeling. Even if he was sick he missed falling in love. He had the feeling he was becoming bitter. The feeling of love returning back to him like an old childhood memory.
Draco looked at her longingly. How this girl had managed to make space in his heart so quickly. He kept looking at her his heart happily skipping at the sound of her laughter when out of the blue he said "Do you know you're pretty?"
He heard her breath hitch. Cold be damned he got closer to her. "I am really sick right now but I also want to kiss you"
Y/n chuckled again blush spreading across her cheek, he couldn't help but softly caress her cheek. Before he could say or do anything he felt her lips on him. He was having difficulty breathing because of his blocked nose but his greedy heart only wanted to feel her lips on his for a few more minutes.
He was heavily breathing as they broke from the kiss. Y/n ran her hand through his blonde hair making him groan. "Thank you for being so nice to me"
"I think I could say the same" she giggled as she pecked his lips. Draco put the soup on his nightstand and lay on her lap beaming as she kept massaging his head. He felt his own heartbeat and smiled. Yeah, he could be here for a lifetime.
A/N: Again thank you for the request and thank you for your words I am glad you love my writing. I hope you like it (considering how much time it took). REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED
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Drowning Inside You IV
Summary:
Aemond and Valaera settle into their new lives on Driftmark.
-Features an Aemond POV
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
Warning(s): Mini Time Skip, Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Child Birth, Arguement.
Word Count: 4339
Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.
P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.
âYou will die screaming in flames just like your father did. Bastardsâ
âMy fatherâs still aliveâ
âShe doesnât know does she? Lord Strongâ
Aemond stared down the dark passageway and took a deep breath.
This was where it happened. Where I lost my eye.
Many weeks had passed since Aemond, Valaera and their pups had moved to Driftmark, and it had taken just as many weeks before Aemond had summoned enough courage to venture into this particular passageway.
Valaera had offered to come with him, but this was something that Aemond needed to do on his own.
The passageway was dark and cold. It almost seemed like it was endless.
As Aemond took a few steps into the darkness, he realised how much things had changed since that night.
Aemond thought of Valaera as he continued down the passage.
His sweet Omega, the mother of his children and the love of his life.
She had left her mark, permanently etched onto Aemondâs skin. Even before they were mated.
âMaybe your cousins could find you a pig to ride. It would suit youâ.
Claiming Vhagar on the day of her previous riderâs funeral perhaps wasnât the best idea, but he wanted so badly to have a dragon of his own.
His cradle egg had never hatched, and he always felt like the odd one out.
Always on the receiving end of his brothers jokes.
But Vhagar, saw something in him that night. It wasnât just him that claimed her. She claimed him in return.
He was always meant for the sky. Sure, Vhagar was often grumpy and liked her sleep, but when they were soaring together in the clouds, he knew she felt it too.
Their bond.
The day he claimed her, was the day he found the missing part of his soul.
He wasnât her first rider. But he would most likely be her last.
Too think one day he would be without Vhagar.
No. Not yet. Maybe they could die together. Dragon and rider bound forever.
Aemond shook his head, he didnât want to think of death. Only life.
At last, he had made it to the end of the passage. He would never need to come down here again. But it was something he just had to do. For himself.
To finally make peace.
Aemond opened the heavy door and smiled as he was greeted by Valaera and their pups.
âEverything ok?â asked Valaera as she placed Vaella in her fatherâs arms.
âItâs more than ok Issa dĹnaâ (my sweet).
âSo, whatâs the plan for today?â
âWell, seen as we are both free of our duties for today, I would like to spend time with my familyâ replied Aemond sweetly.
âCome. Helaena is waiting for us on the beachâ whispered Valaera.
Aemond nodded and followed Valaera as she headed towards the beach. Vhalarr of course still fast asleep in his motherâs arms.
âU-Uncle Aemy,â cried a sweet voice.
âDaenaâ exclaimed Aemond as he bent down to hug his niece.
âFound a shell. Lookâ cooed Daena as she opened her hand and showed her uncle the brightly coloured shell.
Aemond moved back to observe what Daena was showing him and he smiled.
âThatâs a fantastic one. Another for your collectionâ mused Aemond as he sat beside his sister in the sand.
âMama said I can make them into a necklaceâ gasped Daena as she flopped into Helaenaâs arms.
âIâm sure uncle Aemy would love to helpâ muttered Valaera.
Aemond glared at his Omega as she sat next to him.
I hate that nickname and she knows it. I only tolerate it for the sake of my niece.
Just wait until we are alone my sweet mate, I will make you regret teasing me.
Almost as if she could read his thoughts, Valaera slowly turned to him and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.
âDonât worry Alpha. You can spank me laterâ whispered Valaera.
Did she just? Yes, she did. My naughty Omega. Iâll spank her so good later.
âSo, brother. How are you finding Driftmark so far?â asked Helaena.
âBetter than the Red Keepâ muttered Aemond.
âYou were trapped there. But here you will grow into a beautiful flowerâ exclaimed Helaena happily as she took hold of Vaella.
âAemond. A beautiful flower?â laughed Baela.
âIâd rather be a beautiful flower than a measly weedâ retorted Aemond.
âWho are you calling a weed?â snapped Baela.
âYou. Youâre the weedâ exclaimed Aemond.
âOh, here they go againâ muttered Valaera as Aemond and Baela began bickering back and forth and trading insults with one another.
âBest just let them get on with itâ said Helaena as she began cooing at Vaella.
Initially Valaera was a little worried how Baela would react to Aemond living on Driftmark, but some awkwardness in the beginning the two of them actually got along. Most of the time.
Baela and Aemond regularly indulged in insults and small arguments. Aemond claimed it was some form of bonding between Alphaâs but to Valaera they just looked like squabbling siblings.
âYeah, well you smell like dragon shitâ.
âWell, I do ride a dragon and if I smell then so do youâ quipped Aemond.
âSo, Helaena how is your spider colony coming along?â asked Valaera.
âVery well. Baela found me a black widowâ.
âArenât they poisonousâ gasped Valaera.
âYes, but they only bite as a last resort. Respect them and they respect youâ replied Helaena.
âIâll bear that in mindâ muttered Valaera.
I donât like spiders. But I wonât tell Helaena.
Suddenly Vhalarr let out a high-pitched cry.
âI-Is he ok?â asked Aemond.
âHeâs fine. Just hungryâ said Valaera as she loosened her dress and held Vhalarr to her breast.
âAre you two finished bonding?â asked Helaena.
âYes sweetlingâ whispered Baela.
âPass me a bucketâ mocked Aemond as he pretended to be sick.
âSays you. Oh, Valaera JorrÄelagon hen issa glaeson, Issa prĹŤmia, Issa dĹna ÄbrazČłrysâ laughed Baela (Love of my life, my heart, my sweet wife).
âShut upâ snapped Aemond.
âMaybe just be quieter when your bedding your Omega,â said Baela.
âOr maybe they should be more discreet when they have sex in the libraryâ.
âHelaenaâ gasped Valaera.
âAnd the gardens or the beachâ added Baela smirking.
âBaelaâ snapped Valaera, her cheeks-tinged red.
âHonestly Valaera, Iâm surprised youâre not pupped again the amount of sex you two haveâ.
âThis conversation is not happeningâ grumbled Valaera as she looked over at Aemond who was trying to hide a smirk.
The audacity. Heâs actually proud of it. I canât believe it.
âToo late Laera. Itâs already happened,â laughed Baela.
âIs everything ok?â asked Aemond as he sat on the bed.
âIâm fineâ snapped Valaera as she ripped off her dress and threw it to the floor.
âAre you sure about that. I can sense something is wrongâ replied Aemond.
âI-I was just a little embarrassed by what Baela said thatâs allâ.
âWhy are you lying to me?â mused Aemond.
âIâm not lyingâ said Valaera quickly as she ducked behind a privacy screen and began pulling off the rest of her clothes.
âYes, you are. I know you well enough by nowâ.
âI need to check on the twinsâ urged Valaera as she reemerged wearing her night clothes.
âVhalarr and Vaella are already asleep for the night. Please Laera, talk to meâ begged Aemond as he sprang from the bed and took his Omega into his arms.
I can feel it. Sheâs nervous. Please my sweet tell me whatâs wrong.
Valaera seemed to hesitate for a moment, her eyes shining with tears.
âI-I forgot to take the tea and now-â sobbed Valaera as she buried her face in Aemondâs chest.
â-Your with childâ whispered Aemond.
âIâm sorry Alpha, itâs just when Baela made that comment about us, I realised my monthly bleeding is really lateâ cried Valaera.
âItâs ok. You donât have to apologizeâ.
âY-Youâre not angry?â asked Valaera.
âWhy would I be angry my sweet, your carrying another pupâ whispered Aemond.
âBut the twins are only six moons oldâ sniffed Valaera.
âBut theyâll be well over a name day old before the next pup is born. Iâm sure weâll manage, but if youâre not ready for another pup just yet, then I wonât force youâ muttered Aemond.
âNo. Aemond, I want this pup. I was just a little worried and overwhelmed,â said Valaera.
âI just want you to know that I will support you no matter what. Were in this together, and you know that Iâll be with you every step of the wayâ replied Aemond.
Forgive me for being silly. I know youâll be there for me Alpha.
âI love you Aemond. More than anythingâ
âI love you too my sweet girl. But perhaps on the morrow you should call on Maester Selkinâ
Valaera nodded and smiled.
I know Iâm with child again. But it will be good to have it confirmed.
âI donât suppose you fancy a stroll in the gardens?â asked Aemond smirking.
âWhat, now? Iâm in my night clothesâ.
âOr mayhaps a visit to the libraryâ said Aemond smirking.
Surely, heâs not suggesting.
Oh my god he is. Heâs insatiable. My naughty Alpha.
âOnly if we find a more secluded placeâ replied Valaera blushing.
âFor reading?â laughed Aemond.
âYes Alpha. Readingâ said Valaera smiling.
âI wonder if our pup was conceived whilst we were reading?â
âItâs entirely possibleâ mused Valaera.
âThatâs it Princess, keep pushingâ encouraged Maester Selkin.
âAEMOND!â screamed Valaera.
âIâm here my sweetâ replied Aemond.
âI-I canât do this,â cried Valaera.
âYes, you canâ exclaimed Aemond as he climbed onto the bed at sat behind Valaera.
âW-What are you doing?â muttered Valaera.
âLean against me and take my handsâ urged Aemond as he sat Valaera between his open legs.
This is better. I can feel my Alpha. Heâs here. Heâs helping. Heâs taking care of me.
âNow, you squeeze my hands as hard as you likeâ said Aemond.
Valaera was sweaty and exhausted, but she took a deep breath and as the next contraction ripped across her stomach, she pushed.
âFUCK!â
âThe head is out Princess, but I need you to stop pushing. The cord is wrapped around the babeâs neckâ exclaimed Maester Selkin.
âW-Whatâ cried Valaera in alarm.
âItâs ok. Issa dĹna ÄbrazČłrys. Just breatheâ said Aemond (My sweet wife).
After a few moments, the Maester had managed to cut the cord from the babeâs neck and with one last push the babe arrived.
But the room was silent.
âM-My babe?â asked Valaera her hands raised in expectation of receiving her pup.
âJust a momentâ replied Maester Selkin as the babe was lifted off the bed.
âWhatâs happening?â yelled Valaera, her hands still grasping for her babe.
Why is my babe not crying? Whatâs happening? Please someone.
âAlphaâ sobbed Valaera, her entire body shaking.
Aemond could only sit in silence as he watched the Maester try to save his newly born pup.
Valaera began wailing loudly in anguish, as the seconds passed. She couldnât think of anything except his pup. Not even the pain of the afterbirth swayed her mind away from the quiet bundle in Maester Selkinâs arms.
No. Please. Donât take my babe. Please I pray to the mother. I pray to the godâs of old Valyria.
Then the sweetest sound in the world echoed around the room.
A shrieking cry.
âA son, Princessâ declared the Maester.
Valaera all but snatched the crying babe away from Maester Selkin and sobbed.
âT-Thank you maesterâ breathed Valaera, the tears streaming down her face.
âYour welcome Princessâ replied Maester Selkin.
âH-Heâs ok. Aemond, lookâ gasped Valaera.
Aemond whoâs face had been buried in Valaeraâs shoulder, let out a sob of relief as he gazed at his crying son.
My son. Heâs ok. Heâs alive. Thank the gods.
âWhat shall we call him?â asked Aemond.
âAemonâ whispered Valaera smiling as she gently rocked their new pup.
âA-After meâ questioned Aemond in awe.
âThere is no other name for him. He is the very image of you,â said Valaera.
He has a full head of silver hair. I donât think Iâve ever seen that much hair on a babe.
But his eyes. They were different.
His pup had one amethyst eye and the other was brown. The exact same shade as his mother.
âHeâs so beautiful, his eyes are unlike anything Iâve ever seenâ cooed Valaera.
âIâm so proud of you Issa prĹŤmiaâ (My heart).
âW-We have three pups nowâ sighed Valaera as she leaned back against Aemond.
âMy sweet perfect Omegaâ praised Aemond as he nuzzled Valaeraâs mating mark.
A good Alpha should treasure his Omega. Make her feel special. Make her feel loved.
âAlphaâ gasped Valaera as he felt the rush of Aemondâs love and devotion through their bond.
âWould you like you hold your pup?â
âPleaseâ whispered Aemond as he manoeuvred himself away from Valaera and climbed off the bed.
Their pup. They almost lost him. But heâs here. Heâs safe. My son.
Aemond cried openly when his Omega placed their tiny pup in his arms.
âA-Are you ok?â asked Valaera her voice laced with concern.
Aemond nodded meekly as his gaze never leaving his precious pup.
"Princess, shall we get you cleaned up?â asked a midwife.
âPapa upâ urged Vhalarr eagerly.
âBe careful sweet boyâ said Aemond as he helped his son climb onto the bed.
âMama. Babaâ cooed Vhalarr as he nuzzled against his mother.
âThatâs right. Vaella my darling come hereâ exclaimed Valaera.
Vaella shook her head and clung to Aemond, burying her head into his shoulder.
âW-Whatâs wrong?â asked Valaera.
âMama no hurtâ whispered Vaella.
âIâm ok, I promiseâ replied Valaera.
âDonât worry issa dĹna talaâ muttered Aemond, as he placed Vaella on the bed next to Valaera (my sweet daughter).
âThis is your brother Aemonâ.
âAemyâ whispered Vaella.
Valaera had to bite her lip to stop her from laughing at the look on Aemondâs face.
âIsnât he tinyâ muttered Valaera softly.
âGevieâ whispered Vaella as she looked at her newborn brother (Beautiful).
âWell done talaâ said Aemond proudly.
âLÄkiaâ exclaimed Vhalarr (Brother).
âH-How did they?â gasped Valaera.
âIâve been reading to them in our mother tongue. I guess theyâve picked up a few words here and thereâ declared Aemond smiling widely.
âAvy jorrÄelan valzČłrysâ whispered Valaera (I love you husband).
Aemond sat on the edge of the bed and placed a gentle kiss on his Omegaâs cheek.
âAo issi vok issa darlingâ muttered Aemond (You are perfect my darling).
âMama ZaldrÄŤzesâ said Vaella excitedly as a warming chamber was brought into the room (Dragon).
âSyrax brought forth another clutch. Your mother sent three eggs for the childrenâ.
âVhalarr and Vaella?â asked Valaera.
âTheyâve already chosen their eggsâ muttered Aemond as he opened the warming pan and showed Valaera the red and gold-tinged egg.
Valaera could sense Aemondâs unease. He feared his children would be without dragons just as he was. He did not want them to feel as though they werenât enough.
âÄŤlva riĂąar jÄhor emagon zaldrÄŤzoti valzČłrysâ (Our children will have dragons husband).
âNyke gÄŤmigon yn nyke nykeÄdrosa worryâ replied Aemond. (I know but I still worry).
I have every faith, Alpha. Our children will fly beside you.
âShall we put Aemon in his crib with his egg?â asked Valaera.
âYesâ Vhalarr and Vaella declared in unison.
âAllow meâ said Aemond as he took his son and placed him in the crib beside their bed.
The egg was placed beside Aemon, and they all watched as the tiny babe, reached out and placed his hand on the ridged shell.
âDo not worry my love. Our children are meant for the sky. Just like youâ
âI know they areâ replied Aemond quietly as he wrapped his arms around Valaera and held her close.
That night, Driftmark was graced with the screeches of three new dragons emerging into the world eager to greet their riders.
Night time at Driftmark was always rather pleasant, the light of the moon, the sound of the sea, and the smell of salt upon the air.
It made Valaera happy; she was glad to call it home.
Not that she hated Dragonstone or Kings Landing, itâs just Driftmark was where she felt close to her father Laenor.
Sure, Valaera knew that Laenor wasnât her biological father, but he was the man that called Valaera his daughter no matter who sired her.
She missed Laenor terribly at times, especially now she had children of her own.
But she was also glad for Daemon. Of course, the Rogue Prince still terrified her at times, but she knew for all his outwardly bravado Daemon was a good man who loved her mother the way she deserved to be loved.
Rather like Aemond in a way. Valaera had been terrified for many years that her uncle would seek retribution for his eye but here they were happy and in love with three beautiful pups.
Sometimes itâs funny how things work out.
As Valaera entered the chambers, she shared with Aemond she was stopped in her tracks at the sight that greeted her.
Her Alpha sat by the fire, with their six week old pup fast asleep on his bare chest.
âIssa dĹna riùčtsosâ whispered Aemond.(My sweet little boy).
Valaera smiled and simply observed her husband and their son.
âIssa byka zaldrÄŤzesâ (My tiny dragon).
Despite his initial fears over what type of father he would be, Valaera could say with absolute certainty that Aemond was an amazing father.
The love he had for their pups was unparalleled.
Most Alphaâs left the upbringing of pups to their Omega mothers. But Aemond had insisted from day one that he be included, whether it was changing their soiled cloths or simply rocking them to sleep.
He was there.
The other half of my heart. My Alpha. My dragon.
âValzČłrysâ whispered Valaera. (Husband).
Aemond turned towards his Omega and smiled. His sapphire eye glistening in the dim light of the fire.
âIs everything ok? Issa prĹŤmiaâ asked Aemond. (My heart).
âThe twins are fast asleep with their dragons, and Iâve had my check up with Maester Selkinâ
Aemond raised a curious eyebrow at Valaeraâs mention of the Maester.
âHeâs declared me healthy and ready to engage in matters of the marriage bedâ replied Valaera.
âBut-â said Aemond.
âI-I would like to wait just a little bit longer if thatâs ok?â muttered Valaera.
âOf course, it is. I will wait for as long as required. The Maester can declare you sufficiently healed, but itâs your body Valaera and youâll know when youâre readyâ replied Aemond.
Could he be any more perfect? What did I do to earn such a wonderful caring Alpha?
âBesides there are other forms of intimacy besides sexâ whispered Aemond as he carefully placed Aemon in his crib.
âSuch as?â asked Valaera.
âI could hold you in my arms as you sleep, or mayhaps we could simply take a walk on the beach togetherâ suggested Aemond.
âA walk on the beachâ muttered Valaera shyly.
âI know how much you like the moon my precious pearlâ replied Aemond as he pulled on a loose tunic and slipped his eyepatch over his head.
âI will call Tarla to watch Aemonâ said Valaera as she quickly left the room and reappeared a few moments later with the nanny.
âWe shouldnât be gone longâ muttered Aemond.
âOf course, my Prince. I will watch over the little one whilst you are goneâ replied Tarla.
âCome my sweetâ said Aemond as he held out his hand.
Valaera took one last look at their sleeping pup before she took her Alphaâs outstretched hand and the two of them left the room.
Aemond could help but smile to himself as he walked hand in hand with Valaera, the chill of the sea washing over their toes.
âThank you for thisâ exclaimed Valaera happily.
âI live to make you happy my sweet. Mayhaps on the morrow I can take you flying on Vhagar, my old girl has been feeling quite restless latelyâ replied Aemond.
âHas it been a while since you flew together?â asked Valaera.
âI havenât taken her out since before Aemon was bornâ.
That was surprising, Aemond never usually went more than a week without flying Vhagar.
âI-Is that because of me?â asked Valaera nervously.
âNo, in truth Iâve been feeling a bit strange latelyâ.
âS-Strange?â mused Valaera curiously.
âYes, the thought of being separated from you or our pups has me on edge. Itâs difficult to explain but since we almost lost AemonâŚâ
âI understand Alphaâ muttered Valaera.
âThings have been better recently; I feel ready to fly againâ replied Aemond as he swept Valaera into his arms and held her close, breathing in her sweet scent.
âA raven arrived earlier, from your motherâ mumbled Valaera.
âWhat does the Queen have to say?â
âShe asked that we visit Kings Landing and bring the children,â said Valaera.
âNoâ growled Aemond as he stepped away from Valaera.
âShe also writes that your father grows weaker by the dayâ.
âAll the more reason for us to stay awayâ muttered Aemond.
âAemondâ
âI said no Valaeraâ snapped Aemond.
âI would like to introduce Aemon to the King before he passesâ replied Valaera.
âWHY WONâT YOU LISTEN TO MEâ shouted Aemond.
âI-Iâm sorry-â stammered Valaera.
âMY PUPS WILL NOT BE AWAY FROM MEâ roared Aemond.
âA-Alpha. Please.â begged Valaera, her head lowered in submission.
The anger poured from her Alpha like acid rain and stung just as deep.
Never had Aemond been so angry. His scent was making Valaera feel sick.
âA-Aemondâ sobbed Valaera, the tears streaming down her face.
I will not be separated from my pups. I have to keep them safe. I will not have my mother scorn Aemon for his mismatched eyes. I refuse to have my father pretend to care about my pups. Even if he is sick.
Wait. My Omega. Sheâs distressed and scared.
Suddenly Aemond seemed to come back to himself, he blinked several times and immediately tried to take the sobbing Omega into his arms.
But Valaera flinched away from him.
âIâm sorry Valaera, I just-â
âN-No. You donât get to speak to me like that. I-I might be an Omega, but I am your mate, were supposed to be partnersâ sniffed Valaera wiping her snotty nose on her sleeve.
âOmega pleaseâ begged Aemond.
âNO! You stay away from meâ shouted Valaera the tears still pouring down her face.
âB-ButâŚâ exclaimed Aemond.
âDonât you bother coming back to our chambers tonight. Find somewhere else to sleepâ cried Valaera as she turned on her heel and ran away from her Alpha.
Sleeping alone was the absolute worst.
Aemond tossed and turned on the lumpy unfamiliar bed and whined at the absence of his Omega.
Since they married, theyâd never spent a night apart.
The Alpha cursed himself for getting so angry with his Omega. It wasnât Valaeraâs fault at all.
Sitting there holding his wailing Omega in his arms was something Aemond wouldnât never forget.
That day heâd felt so helpless.
He was the rider of the mighty Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world and all he could do as the Maester tried to save his pup was just sit there.
But what else could I do? I donât like feeling like this. Please Omega.
Aemond whined again and then he felt it.
His Omega. Valaera was crying out for him through their bond.
Aemond flew off the bed and raced back to his chambers.
Soon he was standing in front of the heavy wooden door. The guardsman on watch simply stepped aside and allowed the Alpha entry.
Valaera was huddled on the bed clutching one of Aemondâs cloaks. Her breath hitching every so often as she cried.
âAlphaâ begged Valaera.
Please. Come back. Iâm sorry. I need you.
âA-Aemondâ howled Valaera.
âIâm here Issa jorrÄelagonâ replied Aemond. (My love).
âAlpha. Pleaseâ
Aemond didnât need telling twice and he leapt onto the bed, reaching for his Omega.
âNyke sorry issa dĹna. Shijetra issaâ said Aemond (Iâm sorry my sweet. Forgive me).
âN-Never leave me again. Swear to me. I donât want to be aloneâ.
âI swear to you my love that I will never leave youâ replied Aemond.
âI donât like feeling like this. It hurts to be away from youâ.
âThen Iâll stay. Foreverâ muttered Aemond as he rubbed his nose along Valaeraâs scent gland.
My Omega. My sweet. Love of my life.
âKiss meâ urged Valaera.
Aemond hesitated for a moment before he surged forward and pressed his lips against Valaeraâs.
Valaera almost seemed to merge with Aemond as she pressed herself closer.
Gods, I want her. His scent. Itâs driving me crazy.
The Alpha inside him was screaming at him to take his Omega and knot her. But Aemond knew he couldnât. Not yet.
âV-Valaera. We should stopâ gasped Aemond.
âNo. I want youâ begged Valaera.
âYouâre not ready. I wonât be able to stop myself from knotting you. Let me just wrap my arms around youâ gasped Aemond.
âO-Okâ muttered Valaera feeling a little dejected, but deep down she knew Aemond was right, no matter if her Omega was begging for her Alpha to take her, she wasnât physically ready.
âI donât want us to fightâ.
âMe eitherâ replied Valaera quietly.
âW-We could go to Kings Landing, but the pups stay with us or Tarla at all timesâ.
It was a compromise. Even though Aemond dreaded his motherâs reaction to Aemon he knew Valaera missed her brothers and if truth be told Aemond did kind of miss Aegon, even if he was a massive twat with a punchable face.
Valaera nodded slightly and closed hers eyes.
Aemond had reacted so strongly to almost losing Aemon that he was overcompensating on his protectiveness. His Alpha instincts going crazy.
They would sort out the details of their trip to Kings Landing on the morrow, but right now all Valaera wanted to do was bask in her Alphaâs scent and forget this day ever happened.
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Happilyfeatherafterâs ficrec Fridays
Back back back again, and I don't know guys, I think we should all just totally stab Caesar! Welcome back to a new fortnight of fics that Iâve read and loved recently.
If you want to find more you can see my previous rec lists here!
15 March 2024
Are You Writing From the Heart? by  @luckshiptoshore is now complete!! Congrats Luck! Full disclosure, Luck is one of my very best friends, but that just means I know not only how much of a talented fic writer she is, but also how much of her heart and soul she poured into writing this love letter to queer storytelling, season 4 Destiel as a romcom, meta text (and subtext), and finding out who you really are when society and your upbringing is fighting against you. Castiel is a ghostwriter for L.S. Shore's Supernatural novels about Neal and his brother. Caught in a storytelling rut, Cas finds himself adding the fallen angel character of Bel...what could possible go wrong? Meanwhile at his local writing coffee shop spot, he meets the handsome stranger Dean who is an up and coming standup comedian and Supernatural fanboy. They because firm friends, but that's definitely it because Cas is straight....right?! Following these two dummies as they FAIL TO USE THEIR WORDS is a total joy, as Luck's humorous and emotional writing paired with her eye for detail is so very on point, and I'm so excited more people will finally get to read this story in full.
Baker Six by komodobits because !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot tell you how goddamn excited I was to get this email notification and finally be back in 91w world, and to witness these early stages of Dean and Cas' relationship through Dean's eyes at last. This barely needs a rec because it's THEE 91w Dean, but komodobits hasn't missed a beat in getting back inside their heads and I was once again swept away by this iconic love story against the odds. Head the trigger warnings as always, this is truly on the front lines as a medic in a war zone. Baker Six was written for the very good cause of the fandom Palestine fundraiser, in support of the Palestine Childrenâs Relief Fund. Please donate if you can!
Truth & despair by @shallowseeker was a recent discovery and such a fascinating read! It's set in a post-15x18 verse, but importantly it features a fun Sam narrative perspective that delights in his lens by...being a bit of an unsympathetic oblivious dummy (affectionate). I really appreciate a crunchy Sam characterisation and oooboy does this pay off. Dean is steeped in his grief for Cas, and Sam is oh so concerned. He reaches out to Mia Vallens to understand his own grieving, and that leads to him making a discovery...Dean's memories of Cas' death aren't what he claims happened. With the unwelcome reappearance of Chuck (he lost...didn't he?) and LITERAL sinkholes appearing in the fabric of the universe, can they figure out what's happening to save Cas and save the world? This wip plays with physics, theology and narrative fuckery in such intriguing ways. I can't wait to see how it wraps up in the next two chapters.
The Leap by @friendofcarlotta started reading this one when Tina reshared it on Leap Day...because of course. I'd actually read it before but it more than lived up to the reread. 'Castiel Krushnic is a police officer in Soviet-occupied East Berlin. He is also gay, in a city where thatâs a dangerous thing to be. One night, he meets Dean Winchester, a mechanic from the American sector. Their mutual attraction is instant, and a convenient hookup quickly turns into a passionate love affair that defies all rules and expectations.' Meticulously researched, emotional, heartrending and thought provoking. I highly recommend taking the leap on this fic!
See you in two weeks and OMG it's @deancaspinefest time!!!! I'm so excited *clears calendar*
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Hiii!! I see Mr. Djarin and I must request đ Could we get Mando having some sort of fear of losing y/n? I love how you change your blog theme throughout the holidays and events btw it's so cute đĽ°
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"oh sorry guys I don't write with any anxiety topics"
also me: DIN WITH SEPARATION ANXIETY!!!!
Also my black text thingy STILL ISN'T WORKING (TUMBLR FIX NOW PLS DARLING) so I just didn't use any color...which is entirely against every cell in my body because I like the text color to match the character, but it's not working so I'm forced to just leave it all BORING :(((
ALSO DJDJDHDSHAWOWI THANK YOU SO MUCH âREMEMBERRR THIS IS ALL PART OF THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 3 EVENT THINGY! Any requests I get with Mando will be done BEFORE any other requests in my inbox! This goes all week long!â
Note: this is a little bit after Grogu went bye bye with Luke. I made Mando all dumb and clingy C:
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~which basically means he was silent because he already doesn't talk much
~He seemed a bit more unfocused when he picked up bounty hunting again. He came back injured more often than he used to.
~Because his brain was completely focused on you instead of what he was doing. Would you be gone by the time he got back? What are you doing? Are you hurt right now???? No, you're fine. BUT WHAT IF-
~Worried you might just decide to leave him. The Kid left him because he wanted to go, would you leave just because you wanted to as well? Maybe it would just be better for you to, anyway. Life with a bounty hunter? You can't like him enough to stay in a life of danger.
~It doesn't matter how long you've been with him, he'll still worry that you don't like this life.
~Grogu left because it was his "destiny" or whatever, he didn't want to leave, right??
~Okay so basically he's just a mess you get the point
~He always seems to be hovering over you, now. Watching from the doorway, and when you say something about it, he just says he was checking on you.
~It gets annoying and then he's annoyed and embarrassed that you're annoyed and now he's stressed and kind of sad. He thinks he's being oversensitive and now he's even annoying himself. help him omg
~He starts getting way more violent than he used to be during hunts. Anything to protect you.
~Din's just realizing how important you really are to him. Doesn't understand how much something means to him until it's gone, he's learned, so now he's around you and just...looking at you and appreciating you and being so freaking worried over something that doesn't exist and isn't happening
~Super stressed out if you ever need to leave to do something, or even if you just want to go shop around or get something to eat.
~It comes off as him being super annoyed, but he honestly just doesn't want to see your back when you leave, and he's scared of you getting injured, kidnapped, ect.
~He used to always be fine with you doing literally whatever you wanted because he knew you could handle yourself. Now he's worried about the smallest thing happening and does not want you going anywhere.
~(Y/N): I'm going out to eat
~Din: we have food at home
~Clings to you and then tells you that you're the one following him when you say something about it. He gets embarrassed.
~But then he feels bad and realizes that's a form of gaslighting you so he rejects what he said and tells you that you're right.
~Really, he's just an emotional mess. He gets over it slowly, but Din really just wants to make sure you're safe and that you're happy with him. After Grogu left with Luke, you're the only person he has to take care of. He likes feeling needed by you đĽş
~So now you're the baby!
~He did already have separation anxiety due to his parents :( so now it's worse. It's not permanent, but he definitely starts overthinking about you and your safety.
~Just be patient with him, he'll be okay.
~The man just worries a lot and loves you.
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GRRRHRHRE I WANNA GO DEEPER INTO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE OVERPROTECTIVE AND WORRIED MANDO
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We're on our very final day of Sloane Washington Appreciation Week!! It's been amazing, especially since we've seen quite a few new faces this year contributing and giving Sloane lots of love. We can't wait to see what more you all have in store for us!! đđđ
Tomorrow is Day 5 - our last day - and we have two themes!!
Our first theme is about Hobbies. Think about things Sloane would like outside of her job and her special interest in science. What would she do for fun? Are there things that the MC or Hayden or the group introduce her to, that she begins to enjoy? Are there things she introduces them to??
Our second is, of course, PETS! We know she loves cats, and in time she warms up to Dipper too. So this is where you can explore what kind of pets you'd like Sloane to have, if any, and how she takes care of them đ
As always, any form of appreciation is welcome! Fanfic, fanart, meta, edits, moodboards, playlists, headcanons, interactive media, even screenshots of favourite scenes or simple posts about your love for her!! Our only requirement is that you center Sloane in your work, and that the depiction is positive!
We also accept WIPs - we know irl can be hard and you may not always get the time to finish off stuff, so do show us a WIP of what you're working on if you're comfortable! We keep our event open even after the deadline (the deadline is mostly for our thank you video!) so you can send in your work anytime as well.
A friendly reminder that these are merely themes for you to use. It isn't completely necessary for your content for a particular day to be posted on that day only. You can post something you intended for Day 2 when Day 5 is on, as long as you tag the post for the day you meant it for.
Be sure to follow these rules when you make your posts:
1. Use the tags #sloanewashingtonappreciationweek and #SWAW so we can find your posts on the tags, along with the day you intend the post for (#SWAW Day 1, #SWAW Day 2).
2. Tag @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek and hosts @sazanes and @lizzybeth1986 in your work so we don't miss any pieces!
Fan content blogs have been a great resource in terms of showcasing fan content, so we'd definitely like to explore some of them and see if you'd like to send your content to any of them. A number of them are also running some amazing Valentine's Day events, which I urge you to take a look at:
@choicesficwriterscreations - Both fic and art welcome! Check out their rules and weekly roster here!
@choicesmonthlychallenge and @choicesfebruary2024 - All types of creative stuff welcome. This month, they're doing an awesome event with the Seven Types of Love in Greek mythology as prompts!
@choicespride - All content related to LGBTQ+ characters and/or themes welcome! Check out their awesome Valentine's Day event here!
@choicesflashfics - Fics under 2500 words welcome! Find this week's prompt list here!!
@choicesholidays - Both fic and art welcome!! Check out their Valentine's Day event!!
@choicesprompts - Mostly fic-centric!! Currently they're running a round robin, for which the deadline to enter is Feb 15th!
As many of you know by now, we always keep a bonus week after the AW is done, for anyone who couldn't complete their pieces at the time. We'll be keeping SWAW open for all till 24th Feb, after which we will need to start working on our SWAW 2024 video! And don't worry if you weren't able to finish even after that deadline - we will be accepting pieces all year round! Just send it to us and we'll put it up on the final masterlist.
Can't wait to celebrate Sloane for one last day with all of you!!!
Happy Sloane Washington Appreciation Week, everyone!!
#sloane washington#perfect match#sloanewashingtonappreciationweek#SWAW#SWAW 2024#SWAW Day 5#SWAW Day 5: Hobbies#SWAW Day 5: Pets#tomorrow!!#signal boost
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I was supposed to make this about 27 followers ago but
Thank you everyone for helping me reach 2500 followers :)
Itâs been a wild year.
More important news under the cut! (in the form of a small rant)
This is a bit of a rant, but I appreciate all of you for hanging in there, but I feel like itâs important for me to share this:
Itâs been officially a whole year since my longest friendship ended. Many tears have and continue to be shed; thereâs some things I still feel guilt over and thereâs a lot of things that piss me the fuck off to this day. And I still have mixed feelings towards my ex as a result. And itâs understandable, as itâs a wound that continues to heal slowly.
I used to worry a lot that I wasnât being a good artist because I made a lot of art based on other peopleâs properties. I used to worry a lot about how Soldered Wires and The Orange Grove Boys would continue forward without my ex, cause I would run ideas with them on how to pursue the stories for both. I even worried that I would have to stop using Sammy because a lot of his character was built between the two of us (which I find it ironic given he canonically is a kid of divorce). Iâm still worrying about one character in OGB because that character was based on my ex and their childhood experience.
But I kept drawing, because I realized that I was the one in control of the pen.
FNAF made me happy in times when I felt low and Michael Afton was my spirit animal, so I continued to draw FNAF. And when I felt ready, I brought Sammy back in.
And the story for Soldered Wires could be what I wanted it to go from here on out; I didnât need anyoneâs validation or guideline but my own.
And everyone whoâs been following me is the result of me continuing to live my life and to keep drawing what Iâm passionate about! And the positive response for The Orange Grove Boys is encouraging me to draw them again too :)
I think the best thing to come out of this breakup was the fact that I started to put myself first, instead of always putting myself second after everyone else; I finally pursued therapy, finally came out to everyone I loved, and finally embraced being Michael.
Iâm still crying over what a huge relationship I had lost, and thatâs okay because they were a friend since childhood. Did I miss them when I saw the Barbie movie or the FNAF movie? Absolutely! I was so worried of the empty seat next to me for a long timeâŚ
But I realize now that I opened up about my feelings to not only my family, but most of my other friends tooâŚand when the time came, I found myself no longer worrying about the empty seat, but appreciating how many seats I had filled around me :) The highlight of my year was having almost a FULL ROW of friends and acquaintances next to me watching me freak out over the FNAF movie.
And now on this day, I can celebrate the first dosage of my HRT with them. After so much healthcare bullshit, I finally got the boy gel :)
Itâll be a long journey still for figuring out how masculine I want to appear, but I wanna thank you all for being here with me.
And I know these next few weeks are going to be difficult, as thereâs going to be a death in my family very soon. So thank you all for being so patient when it comes to how often I post art for my main art blog, The Graveyard Shift & Vernal Lagomorphs as I grieve for my relativeâŚ
So once again, thank you all for being here, for engaging with my art, for helping me get through the heartbreaks and loss, and for being my support through my gender journey đđđ May another 500 peeps join us in watching me freak out over another FNAF game :P
-Michael / thecryptidart1st
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Getting To Know You
Fandom: Supergirl
Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor
Summary: Kara and Lena run into a familiar face while on a trip to Chicago. Whether it is a good or bad thing remains to be seen.
Word Count: 3,015
Chapter: 1/1
Trigger warning: There is a mention of a death in the story. It happens before the events of the story.
Notes: This is for the Writing Workshop Week 3: Stories of a Place with @bettsfic and @books
Lena huffed as she finally got the coat over her body and zipped up. She looked down and smiled. It warmed her heart to see her six month pregnant belly. It took years to get to this point. She cupped her belly and started rubbing it.
âI canât wait to met you guys.â
She looked up looking for her other half. She smiled when she spotted Kara coming towards her now all button up in her coat as well.
âSorry I took so long. Clark had more photos that he wanted to show of Johnathanâs little league game.â
âYou know that will be us in a couple of months.â
Kara cackled which caused Lena to smile more. Karaâs smiles were always the best part of Lenaâs day.
âI already told Clark and Lois to be ready for the tons of photos we will be sending them soon. Speaking ofâŚ.â
Kara slipped her arms around Lena and caressed her stomach.
âHow are our little peanuts doing?â
Lena looked up at Kara pouting while holding her belly.
âWe are all hungry.â
Kara kissed Lena on her forehead and said, âLetâs fix that. We can go to Ceres Cafe which is a couple of blocks from here.â
She held out her arm which Lena eagerly grabbed and headed out into the brisk October winds.
As they walked, Kara asked, âAre you okay to walk to the place? I could always fly us there.â
Lena sighed and rolled her eyes.
âIt is only a couple of blocks. I think I can make it.â
Lena looked up to Kara pouting. She tried not to, but couldnât help to chuckle.
âI just you and our little peanuts to be safe,â Kara muttered.
âWe appreciate your attentiveness. You donât have to worry about us allâŚ.â
Lena stopped and stared across the street. Kara noticed her stopping and eyes started to bulge.
âLena, are you ok? Is it the babies? Do we need to get you to the hospital? Do weâŚâ
Lena turned around and placed a finger on Karaâs lips to silence her.
âNothing is wrong. It is just⌠Well, look.â Lena pointed across the street. Kara followed her finger and groaned.
âYour mother is here.â
âIt is not just that. Look at what she is doing.â
Kara frowned and said, âIt looks like she is standing in line for something.â
âAnd you donât find that unusual?â
Kara looked at Lena puzzled.
âI feel like I am missing something here.â
âMy mother has never waited in line for anything. She always claimed her time was too precious and would send her assistants to get her things for her.â
Lena started to cross the street with Kara trailing behind her.
âWhy are we going in the direction of your mother?â
âTo see what she is doing.â
âDo we really have to? Anyway, I thought that you were hungry.â
Lena stopped and looked back at Kara with huge round eyes and a large pout.
âOur little peanuts and I want to investigate.â
Kara sighed and shook her head.
âFine, we can say hi. But if she does something even slightly shadyâŚâ
âI know. I know. We will leave immediately if she tries something.â
As they walked across the street, Lillian looked up and noticed them. She looked startled. Lena smirked. She has hardly ever able to surprise her mother before. Once they were in front of her it was a weird feeling. It was like they were strangers instead of family. Lillian went towards Lena to try to hug her, but stopped after seeing the glare on Karaâs face. Lena was surprised to see a wince on her motherâs face, but it was quickly replaced by one that was passive.
âLena and Kara. What brings you to Chicago on this fine day?â
âThe Art Institute of Chicago did an exhibit on the planet of Krypton. We showed up in support along with Clark and Lois,â said Lena.
âAh, I heard about that event. It was a good gesture on their part.â
âYes, it was just swell,â said Kara.
They all started at each other awkwardly as the line moved forward over the next couple of minutes.
Lena cleared her throat and said, âWhat is this line for anyway?â
Read the rest on AO3
#dc comics#dc universe#supergirl#kara danvers#lena luthor#supercorp#kara danvers x lena luthor#lillian luthor#supergirl fanfic#supergirl fanfiction#dccomics fanfiction#dccomics fanfic#supercorp fanfiction#supercorp fanfic#tumblr writing workshop with betts
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So I wanted to wait and let the new Bad Batch trailer sink in before posting about it.
Warnings: Spoilers, some thoughts/opinions will be critical
Alright so I donât think itâs any secret that I donât care for the Bad Batch. Even ignoring the horrible, incredibly RACIST clone model, the writing is mid/passable at best and not even watchable for me. Most of S1 and 2 combined is the typical âmission of the weekâ type of story where only a few Empire-focused episodes stand out. There are also instances of ableism concerning Echo in particular (CF99 are also super dismissive of him in generalâgoing along with that whole fucking âsuperiority over regsâ thingâseriously wtf).
Most episodes were very bland and predictable. S1 had no stakes despite its finale. By Mando/ST itâs clear that something has happened to Kamino. Didnât really need to see a 2pt ep of the city getting wiped. Plus AZI shouldâve been sacrificed. Even Ahsoka learns the lesson that you canât save everyone in S1 when she disobeys Anakin and Admiral Yularen. TBB S2 had no character development from anyone besides a little bit for Omega (and Techâbut that was always speculated by fans since S1 and heâs dead now so it doesnât really matter). A lot of the dialogue feltâŚbasic. I think the only thing that TBB does well is the music. Itâs really amazing and beautiful along with the smooth, crisp animation/scenery. Shame they ruined it with racist clone models, racist tones with the âregâ dispute in both seasons, and being ableist and dismissive towards Echo.
Which brings me to the trailer. Oh boy. First, right off the bat I noticed how similar the trailer opening is compared to the S2 trailer. I do like that Phee is back. She did take time to grow on me but I do like her character and am curious to see where they will go with her.
Itâs interesting we are seeing Crosshair back with the group so soon. Personally I do believe that is Crosshair and not just someone else wearing his armor like some think. I like the idea of Omega and Crosshair escaping early on but Omega gets recaptured/separated and taken back to Tantiss.
Iâm interested in Hemlock and his backstory (is his gloved hand robotic?). I wish theyâd create more interesting and unique characters like Phee and Fennec Shand instead of relying on cameos of established characters/fan-favorites like Ventress. I loved Dark Disciple and I thought it was a great ending for her.
I know itâs officially said that Ventressâ story will follow Dark Disciple but I donât see how unless they retcon her death or pull a âsomehow she survivedâ. Either way that sucks. Reminder!! DAVE FELONY DIDNâT EVEN FOLLOW REBELS FOR AHSOKA. SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE IN REBELS. DAVE RETCONS THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING. I have no faith that they will remain loyal to DD. Anything that will be âcanonâ will be mid at best because even Crosshairâs arc has been messy (which is due to the weird S1 âresetâ the characters go through. Like they totally shouldâve appreciated âregsâ by the end of TBB arc in TCW S7âthere was no need for that awkward food fight scene in S1).
I hate that this show has to rely on cameos to get the viewing numbers. Here is a list of every character cameo weâve seen so far:
âRex*
âTarkin*
âPalpatine*
âThe Lawquane Family
âThe Syndullas/Chopper
âNala Se/Lama Su*
âCad Bane
âBail Organa
âRiyo Chuchi
âGungi
âGregor
âWolffe
âCody
âScorch
âSaw Gerrera
âMartez Sisters
âKanan/Depa*
âMuchi/Rancor from RotJ
âTaun We/Halle Burtoni
âVentress
*I consider these important/relevant cameos and am not bothered by them like the others*
What a list right? I might even be missing one. These were just off the top of my head. Some are big players, others smaller and almost not-relevant to the plot. Not counting the oneâs I asterisked, itâs 15 characters. There are original characters but a lot of them, especially in S1 felt like one off, not important characters. And I hate Cid so muchâglad to see she was absent in the S3 trailer. Iâm really starting to love Phee and Iâve always loved Fennec Shand, and Hemlock is definitely an intriguing villain and Emerie feels like a total mystery (though the reveal was not shocking due to the similar design and accent to Omega). Like why canât they create more characters like these? The rest just feel forgettable. And itâs clear that characters like Saw, Gungi, Scorch, Cad Bane and even the Syndulla and Lawquane families just felt like fan service. The rest kind of make sense that theyâd show up but it also feels a bit like fan service.
Moving on..
I know a lot of people think that new weird dark trooper at the 1:40 mark is Tech. While Iâm inclined to agree as I think the âWinter Soldierâ story is an obvious choice to pick, I also think that Tech is dead. Iâve changed my mind and kind of hope that Tech isnât brought back.
I hope this is someone new. I also wouldnât mind if it was a bounty hunter weâve seen before. Due to the frame and stature, I could almost think of Boba due to him being older than Omega but itâs definitely more likely to be Tech than either of these choices.
Itâs interesting a lot of cameo characters from S2 do not make an appearance in the trailer. Bail, Riyo, Gungi, Gregor and Cody are all absent from the trailer. Trailers usually show action shots to avoid story spoilers, but with Gungi, Gregor, and Cody all being capable fighters, Iâm surprised they didnât appear (usually stuff with politics is a story spoiler).
Overall Iâm skeptical of the trailer. I donât like Ventress being alive/in TBB being a Dark Disciple lover. Thereâs a lot of mystery surrounding the story of S3 so I donât feel like I can give an accurate take on that. I hate how Omegaâs longer hair looks. Curly haired Omega is adorable!! The animation (everything but the clone model) is definitely getting better. However, based on how S2 was marketed as a âdarker story compared to S1â and was like 80% fetch quest Iâm definitely skeptical.
Those of you that made it through this post, thank you for your time and I hope I gave you something to think about. If you wanna learn more about the racism and ableism portrayed in this show, check out @unwhitewashthebadbatch for more info.
#star wars#bad batch#thoughts#unwhitewash the bad batch#uwwtbb#tbb critical#Dave Felony Brad Rau and Jen Corbett are gonna wreck Dark Disciple#and Ventress#so scared for her#tbb season 3#tbb s3#spoilers#tbb season 3 spoilers#tbb s3 spoilers
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She
Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader
Warnings: angst, established relationship, sorta infidelity, daydreaming, guilt, break-up, fluff
Summary: Even being in a relationship with someone else Matt can't help daydreaming of another women, you.
WC: 1.K
Other characters: Karen Page
AN: I kinda liked how this turned out, I'm trying out a new type of writing (idfk if that makes sense đ) anyway, Reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated đ
Matt sat at his desk while Karen went about her errands. He couldn't help but focus on her as she walked by, lost in thought. Karen was beautiful, funny, and so very intelligent. He loved her, but lately, something was missing. It was as if the spark that had once burned so bright between them was now just a smoldering ember, slowly fading away.
And then, as if on cue, Matt's mind drifted to another person. You, and the two of you had been best friends since college. You'd always been there for each other, leaning on one another during the toughest times. And lately, as Matt's relationship with Karen had started to fall apart, you had once again been a source of comfort for him.
In Matt's mind, he imagined your perfect smile, maybe even if your eyes shone when you spoke. He could almost feel your hand in his, the warmth and the connection that he had always felt, even when you were just friends. And as he lost himself in these daydreams, Matt felt a pang of guilt. He knew that he was betraying Karen, the woman he had promised to love forever.
But the more he tried to push away his feelings for you, the stronger they seemed to get. He would try to talk to Karen, to work things out, but his mind would constantly wander back to you. It was like he was addicted, like he couldn't stop thinking about you, no matter how hard he tried.
And then, one day, the guilt became too much. Matt knew that he couldn't keep living like this, lying to Karen and pretending everything was fine. He knew that he needed to break things off, and as much as it hurt, he knew that it was the right thing to do.
When Matt finally mustered up the courage to have that difficult conversation with Karen, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew that it was going to be hard, but he also knew that he needed to follow his heart. And so, with a heavy heart, he ended things with Karen, and for the first time in months, he felt like he was doing what was truly best for him.
But that didn't mean he still felt hurt by his ex relationship with Karen. After all, Matt did love her, but he took some time for himself. The next following weeks Matt found himself thinking about you even more than before. He couldn't help it, he was just so drawn to you. And when he finally worked up the courage to tell you how he felt, he was shocked and delighted to find that you felt the same way. You spent the next few weeks in what felt like a dream, finally able to be together without the weight of guilt and deceit dragging the both of you down.
And as you explored your new relationship, Matt couldn't help but wonder how he had ever let things go so far with Karen in the first place. He knew that he had loved her, but it had never been like this. With you, everything just felt right, like they had always been meant to be together.
He knew that there would still be challenges and that they would need to work to build a strong foundation for your relationship. But for the first time in a long time, Matt felt like he was truly happy.
And as he sat there, holding your hand, he couldn't help but think about the road that had brought you two here. He knew that he had made mistakes, that he had hurt people, and that he had taken the long and winding path to get here. But Matt also knew that it had all been worth it.
Because without those experiences, without those hard-won lessons, he wouldn't be the person he was today. And that person, with all his flaws and all his strengths, was someone who had finally found love and happiness. And that, he knew, was something that was truly worth celebrating.
As time went on, Matt found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. He loved your long talks about everything and anything, the way you made him laugh, and the way you always seemed to know exactly what he needed, even when he didn't realize it himself. He knew that he was lucky to have you, and he made sure to tell you every day.
And for your part, you were equally invested in the relationship. You loved the way Matt pushed you to be your best self, and the way he always supported you, no matter what. You were thrilled to have found someone who understood you so well, and you couldn't wait to see where your relationship would take you next.
As the months turned to years, you had continued to build a life together, full of love, laughter, and adventure. The two of you traveled the world, trying new foods and experiencing new cultures. Even spending countless weekends exploring your city, trying new restaurants and discovering hidden gems. And through it all, you always found your way back to each other, your hearts full of love and gratitude for all that you had.
As Matt sat there, reflecting on all that had brought you to this moment, he knew that he had found something truly special with you. He had been lucky enough to experience true love, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. He knew that he had come a long way, and that he still had a long way to go, but with you by his side, he felt like he could do anything his heart desired.
From that day on, Matt vowed to never take you for granted again. He would do everything in his power to make you happy, to make you feel loved and valued. He knew that nothing could ever compare to the love you had found, and he would cherish it, protect it, and nurture it for the rest of his days.
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2. A headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like! Ok this is hard to answer because I forget what's canon and what's intricately-woven-into-my-brain headcanon but I'll say the "Kariya was an Angel" theory! I never disliked it, but I never liked it more than the simpler explanation of "Oh he's just been around the block a couple of times, that's why he knows more than the average Reaper but still couldn't pick out Joshua as the Composer-that stuff's above his paygrade." Even now it's not "canon to me" level of headcanon, but I can see the appeal and really I appreciate anything that inspires people to look a littler closer at characters like Kariya or Uzuki. Also it's really good when played for comedy. His ass is showing up at the Angel convention, stealing as many appetizers as he can, and bouncing before anyone can point out that he got fired 30 years ago for skipping meetings to go play Tin Pin with random Wall Reapers.
3. A character that fandom has helped you appreciate It's too easy to say Coco so Beat! It's embarrassing to admit but I kinda had a bone to pick with him when I was first getting into the series for sorta "replacing Sho" in neo. I didn't think he was as interesting (and to be fair he really isn't in neo until you take his relation to Rindo's arc into consideration; he works wonderfully as a back for Rindo to hide behind even if his own story was very much concluded by the end of the first game. Then there's also his dynamic with Neku, which is very very good, but he didn't need to be a player character for that. Anyways). Beat analysis posting made me actually pay attention to him while replaying the games and realize how much I'd missed skimming over him in W2 (the poor guy's really gotta try to compete with fan darling Joshua and Sho, aka the loudest fucking man alive, for screen time). His stint as a Reaper is incredibly fascinating. I forget who, but I always distinctly remember someone talking about Beat getting prepped to try and deaden his heart and become as brutal and merciless as a Reaper is supposed to be before ultimately choosing kindness in both his siding with Neku and sparing Kariya and Uzuki in W3 and man.....yeah. He's just such a good guy. He's easily in the top 10 favs now, if not the top 5
10. A blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter Well....yknow....
There are a LOT of others and I'm too shy to tag but goldensunset (incredible analysis) playtwewy (fav fics ever) sho-minamimoto (awesome art + sho headcanons) dj-of-the-coven (made me love beat) purplelea (also incredible analysis) bitternami (very kind and wow I read a fic of yours once and it blew me away...I will remember to find it and leave a comment soon) leonvilasi (always leaves fun and interesting comments in my notes) off the top of my head and a whole bunch of people who aren't as active in the twewy fandom anymore or whose art I love and the people I always see leaving funny tags in my notes you're all awesome <3
12. Compliment someone else in your fandom AUGH HELL ON EARTH!!! dandelion2302 I absolutely adore the way you draw Sho your art is amazing.................
13. Your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc) Yknow I've never actually done any fandom events before twewy! I had a blast during the twewybang and while I probably won't participate again for a while (I'd rather finish the fic I wrote for the 23 one first) it was a wonderful first experience with this sort of thing :]
#asks#sorry for being a coward everyone#it will happen again#if you see this thank you for making my dash brighter :]#gotta go do coursework now but I will be back for more asks!#if I have to be genuine one more time I'm gonna throw up (/lh)
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Hadestown Thoughts Because I Can
I saw this show for the second time this past week and I maybe have the most thoughts ever, so hereâs all of the shit Iâve been obsessing over the past couple of days. I have HUGE theme thoughts.
I really appreciate that the show takes time to address that Eurydice has been alone for a really long time, and that she needs to take time to trust people. This is best seen in "All I've Ever Known", because Orpheus has to earn the right to touch her. When he goes to touch her and she flinches, away, he respects that and doesn't force her to do anything. It's only once they really fall in love that they're able to, and it's because they trust each other. But after this point, touch is 100% how they express their love. These two NEVER separate. So, when "Gathering Storm" happens and Orpheus begins isolating, it is SO jarring. Because the way they express love for each other has dissipated, and Eurydice only feels more and more lonely. This is something that helps contextualize her choice. But, when we flash forward after "Flowers" and Orpheus appears again, she fully clings to him. She is so desperate to hold him because she's lost that anchor. That scene in general is just so impactful because you can feel how much they've missed each other. This makes the end hurt SO FUCKING MUCH. Because they are finally back together, and now they are forced to not only touch each other, but Orpheus can't even see her. So, that basis of their trust and love has been taken away. They can't be hand in hand, arm in arm, side by side and all of that. And that only increases Orpheus's doubts. And we all know what happens with doubt comes in.
Speaking of "Doubt Comes In", I have big thoughts there too. Firstly, how Orpheus sings the whole melody that I've been thinking about as the "love melody" (The la la las) Because we know that this is the song that represents the connection between him and Eurydice, Hades and Persephone, and the thing that is powerful enough to bring Spring and life. So, he's using this song as his anchor at this moment, right? I think that's partly true, but I also think it is hindering him. The song is reminding him of how much he loves Eurydice, and he has already spent so much time away from her. So, he wants to feel that sensation again, and he has no idea that Eurydice is calling out to him and encouraging him. He only knows silence and his own anxiety. He's so afraid that he's relying so hard on this love, and that Hades may have tricked him, and that he was relying on something that was taken away from him.
Another "Doubt Comes In" thing! The way this song is staged is so incredible. The stage is incredibly dark. Eurydice is following him, but you can't always see her. And, there is the question of if she's fully left the stage, or if she's just in a part we can't see. That adds to the audience's own doubts, even if we have way more information that Orpheus does. And, in this dark place, who has the lights? The Fates. The Fates are the voices of anxiety in his head, and we've seen how impactful they are on other characters. They physically bully Eurydice at multiple points, and they're even able to get to Hades during "Word to the Wise" and "His Kiss, the Riot". They've already impacted Orpheus pretty deeply during "Nothing Changes". (Also just a note, this song has a much faster tempo live, and it really adds so much to that feeling of fear and doubt). So, back to "Doubt Comes In". The Fates are the only people with lights. Because, Orpheus is the dark, is lost in unknowns. And, it always feels like anxiety has the answer and that light. But, giving in and looking at the light/truth is what will doom him. It's just such an incredible representation of what everything feels like for him. And the Fates aren't a malevolent force, they are literally just a representation and a voice to what is already there within all of these characters.
Switching gears! (Also last thing for now), but WOW do I love this version of Persephone. I saw the understudy, and she is incredible. She brings a very intense energy to the performance. At the start, you can see she has a lot of energy, and that she loves fun and latches onto the beauty in the world. But, when you see her in "Our Lady of the Underground", she is INCREDIBLY intense. All of her actions and movements are random and striking. You can tell that she feels trapped and shes lashing out by attempting to hold onto this sense within her. It also doesn't help that she isn't sober, and she is very loose and free with how much alcohol she drinks (as Orpheus says, she's "blinded by a river of wine"). So, when she sobers up and gets involved with the whole Orpheus thing, she begins to go still. She holds her ground with incredible confidence, and her intensity is now focused and purposeful. She is advocating for what she needs and wants, and she won't take any bullshit. The contrast is just SO striking oh my god.
Ok! Those are the big ones I have for now, but WOW this show is living fully rent free in my brain. It's my favorite piece of theater ever!
#i hope my rambles make sense and that folks like them!#hadestown#orpheus#eurydice#persephone#analysis#theater
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