#i am back to having no buffer chapters again also

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I have the next chapter ready to go I'm just waiting for my sister to be available so she can proofread it.

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also - i realize i never made an official post stating so (just said so on streams) but laikas will update on thursday alone until the end of chapter 2 to give me some more time to build a healthy buffer between where the audience is and where i am in drawing the comic!

i wanted to bring it back so we could get the story moving along, but i also dont want to rush into it and have to hiatus again ' w ';;

that said, on thursday nights from now on i will be streaming work on future comic pages (with the speech bubbles blanked out so no spoilers hehe) so if that interests you, there is that!

anyway, thank you for reading, and see you on thursday with the new page! ^_^

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Oral (m,f), facefucking, dirty talk, cockwarming, cumplay, overstimulation.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies, here is the next chapter that I have furiously written because I can and I want to and also just because I can hehe. Aemond having the reader say she wanted to taste him definitely made this man more feral than he already is. Enjoy <3

Chapter 71: A House of Gods

Aemond had brought you to your peak swiftly and passionately on his fingers after.

You had laid atop his chest, basking in the afterglow of the morning and enjoyed the warmth that his body had brought to you.

The pleasure that he had given you. 

When the maids arrived to the chambers, Aemond had pulled the sheets over the both of you and let the maids leave the food on the table for you to eat. You dressed together, and ate together, and Aemond reiterated that he would be spending the day with you, not the King. 

You were strangely grateful that he was putting in the effort to create some form of understanding between the both of you, as well as giving you an option of a buffer between you and the King.

Treading carefully, you insisted that you wanted to spend time with him in the chambers instead, worrying that Aegon would be lurking about the Gardens in wait of you. 

Aemond had been all too happy to oblige, agreeing without a moment of thought, likely thinking that you wished to repeat the activities of the morning again.

The day was spent in his company, reading together by the fire, conversing in small talk and memories of the past, though avoiding certain topics or people, as well as taking him once more in your mouth as a thanks, and not at all because you enjoyed the way he sighed and moaned beneath you. 

Or so you told yourself.

When Aemond had tried to reciprocate the act, you had felt shy and told him no, that you both would have plenty of time for that now that he was back, and promised him that you would let him indulge himself between your thighs later. Aemond, sulkily, complied and went back to reading his book, though not without dragging a teasing finger along your thighs or arms as he did mindlessly.

It was odd.

The entire day felt entirely too normal. 

Too domestic. 

And the more moments that you shared with Aemond like this, the more you thought of whether this was what it was supposed to be like. That this is what you could have had together. What you had dreamt of having when you were younger. What you had even discussed together childishly in secret hallways or beneath the Godswood.

And even the mere thought of it made your heart clench. 

Regardless, it was nice to bask in the glow of a day that did not set you on edge, nor tear your sanity to pieces.

The bubble of the day however, was burst when Ser Criston Cole had come to your chambers, knocking at the door before being let in by your own knight.

He had stood at the entrance, eyes passing between the both of you and how you sat; Pressed up against Aemond’s side on the chaise, book in lap, and his large hand on your thigh, fingers unconsciously soothing the skin.

“The King wishes for you to dine with him this evening.” Cole spoke to the both of you, yet only looking at Aemond. 

“Cole.” Aemond greeted the man, “I am tired from my travels. Please tell the King I wish to recuperate with my Lady Wife in our-“

“The King commands it.” Cole spoke again, tone final and having interrupted Aemond. 

Cole had interrupted Aemond.

You felt his hand on your thigh twitch, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hand over the top of his and attempted to soothe it, so that the stinging pain that began to bloom in your thigh would stop.

Aemond’s lips pursed, and he turned looking away back to the fire. 

There was his answer.

His acquiescence.

Aemond did not turn to face you, nor did he take his gaze away from the flames. Ser Criston Cole had left without a word, and the doors shut softly behind him.

The two of you sat in silence until the knight outside had knocked on the door and entered when given a grunt of approval from Aemond. He had come into the chambers, head down in submission, and quietly told you that you had both been summoned to dine with the King, and that your presence had been requested now. 

Aemond stood reluctantly and held a hand out to you, helping you to stand beside him.

He looked on edge, not anxious, but rather concealing his irritation terribly. The both of you walked together, hand in hand, to the small Dining Hall. 

His grip grounded you, and you felt that it was for the benefit of the both of you. Not just for you, but for him too.

When the doors opened, Aemond refused to let go of your hand, and you had looked up at him in confusion. It was not often where a man and his wife would hold hands when entering chambers with guests, especially in the presence of a more conservative audience such as the Hightowers. 

It was not proper, and yet Aemond did not let go of you. 

It was as though he was laying claim to you.

Mine.

The Small Council sat where they always did about the table, with Aegon in the middle, Conquerors crown sitting heavily atop his wavy silver hair. His eyes dropped to your hands as you ascended the small steps, coming to the table where Aemond only let go of it to pull out your seat for you. 

Aegon’s brow was drawn as he looked at it, and you could have sworn you saw his jaw tick. Alicent had also noticed the shift between you and her son, except her reaction was different. 

Instead of a frown, her eyes gazed upon the both of you softly. 

In approval.

She likely was thinking of how her match was a good choice.

When you were seated and the food was brought to the table, Alicent spoke a quiet prayer as she always did, which you had now grown accustomed to hearing. 

“May the Father protect us from those who wish to see us burn.” She began, head down and hands upon the table, “May the Mother watch over us and keep us safe, may she bless us with a healthy heir and love.”

You stomach turned as you looked at her.

“May the Smith continue to mend the rifts that have divided us, and ensure the Treaty keeps us safe.” 

You eyes flitted to Aegon as she continued.

He was watching you and Aemond, whose head was bowed beside you in prayer, ever diligent and loyal to his mother and the Seven Faith. The Kings eyes danced back and forth before stopping on you, a malicious smirk winding its way onto his face. 

It made you shudder.

As the prayer ended you all ate together, sounds of the cutlery on plates and murmurs filling the room. Small talk was scattered about here and there, but by and large, there was an unspoken tension which continued to build. 

Something was amiss, and everyone seemed to know it.

The entire time you ate, you felt the heated gaze of Aegon on you. Dark violet eyes never once leaving your face or body, as they trailed down to your cleavage. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and your skin prickle. 

Something was wrong. 

“You look to be in better spirits this evening.” Aegon’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, parting the uncomfortable atmosphere from the others present to create a clear path to its intended victim. 

You.

Swallowing the food in your mouth, you dabbed the corners of your lips with your napkin, taking your time to think. Taking your time to breathe. Taking your time to think of how to respond without it coming back to get you.

“It is good to have my Lord Husband back in the Keep. Our time together seems few and far between as of late.” You eyed Aegon, taking caution with how you worded your response. 

Cocking his head to the side, Aegon’s wavy hair touched his shoulder as he pouted at you.

“Few and far between indeed. My brother is a man of duty, and when his duty calls, he tends to it.”

Aemond placed his cutlery down on the table, sensing your unease.

“Whatever my King needs of me, I shall do, brother.” Aemond spoke, voice soft and low. 

Unthreatening. Meek. Submissive.

Very unlike Aemond. 

He sensed something was afoot.

Aegon smiled widely, drinking from his cup before placing it down with a loud swallow.

“And that is why you are my most trusted member of the council.”

“Aemond has proven himself in many ways. It will be good for him to find rest here in Kings Landing again.” Alicent began, smiling at her younger son. 

Aegon hummed loudly, and his lips pulled down into a frown.

A heavy stone settled in the pit of your stomach.

“An unfortunately short rest I am afraid.” Aegon began, looking at you and then to Aemond.

Aemond stiffened.

“It seems there is much to do in the realm, and who better to do it than the famed Prince One-Eye and his dragon to install fear into those who defy us.”

“My King…” Aemond began, but was swiftly cut off by Aegon again. 

“Duty calls in Harrenhal, brother. It seems they require your presence on the morrow. Unfortunate for your wife, as she will be left to miss you once again. I will ensure that she is not deprived of company.”

Bile rose in your throat.

“And what is this duty that is needed of me?”

“I will have a scroll sent to your chambers this eve-“

“Tell me now.” Aemond snapped, patience evaporating.

“What did you say brother? I thought I heard you try to command me?” Aegon sneered.

Alicent, quick on her toes with her sons, and used to the pair and their incessant bickering, jumped to defend Aemond, trying to deflect her his sharp tone.

“I am sure Aemond is tired from his travels and is disappointed to know that he is to leave so soon aft-“

“You have all of tonight to get between her legs if that what makes you so angry.” Aegon smiled.

Aemond’s hand twitched on the table, whilst the other sat in his lap tightened into a fist. 

“Is it possible for Aemond to stay just a few nights more?” You began, tone soft, “Then he can perform his duty to the crown as he always does. I am sure he needs not-“

“I’m sorry, are you trying to advise me, the King, on how to rule?”

You wouldn’t know how to rule if it hit you in the face.

“No, uncle. I am merely saying, that I know I would like to spend more time with-“

“Aemond is to leave on the morrow, and if he does not, I would argue that it is an act of treason going against your King’s command. Is it not, brother?” Aegon grinned widely, and Aemond’s lips pressed into a tight line. 

Sensing his anger beginning to peak, you grasped Aemond’s hand in your lap, bringing it up to your lips to kiss. You swallowed thickly, looking at his side profile until he turned his gaze to you. 

“You will be back home in no time.” You tried to reassure him, watching as his jaw clenched. 

The air in the room was thick, and Aegon kept his gaze on Aemond, who turned to stare down his brother once more. Alicent opened her mouth to speak again, but you intercepted before she could. 

“The hour is late, and I would like to spend the remainder of the evening with my Lord Husband before he is to travel again tomorrow for you.” Standing, you kept Aemond’s hand in yours, pulling him to your side, “I ask that you excuse us so that we may retire. It has been a tiring day for us both.” You kept your eye on Alicent before flicking it to Aegon who sat back and smiled.

“I'm sure you will need all the time you can get to say your farewells.” Aegon intoned, and you wished to hit him in the teeth. To watch them fold backwards into his mouth, pulling away from his gums.

Aemond took the lead and bowed his head to Aegon, muttering Your Grace, before you left the chambers behind quickly and quietly, with a lingering tension and sense of dread between the both of you.

The walk back to the chambers was tense, and you could feel the anger rolling from Aemond in waves beside you. 

Soothe him.

Or you will bare the brunt of his anger.

“Aem, slow down.” You asked Aemond, who pulled you along the corridors by your hand. 

He slowed his step, hand tightening around yours as he muttered beneath his breath.

“He does this with purpose.” Aemond grumbled, eye locked on the path ahead of him. 

You squeezed his hand gently, pulling it to your side to slow his pace even further. 

“I am sure the King-“

“The King is a petulant child.” He growled, head turning to face you, "He does this to spite me. He sees the dust begin to settle, and decides to stir it once more for his own entertainment.”

“I do not wish for you to go.” You said after a beat.

“I have no choice but to. He threatened treason. Twat.”

“Surely there is someone else who can go in your place. He wishes to seperate us.” You tested the waters.

"He has found his new toy to play with. And rediscovered his old one.” You neared the chambers, turning a corner as the knight held open the doors for you to enter. 

You were Aegon’s new toy. 

And Aemond was his old one.

You entered and watched as the knight shut the door behind him, feeling safer about poking the wound without the eyes or ears of others. 

Aemond moved to pour himself a wine, and another for you before handing it over. He did not sit in his armchair as he always did, instead standing beside the fireplace to look at its flames as his hands gripped the goblet tightly.

“Aegon wishes to make a fool of you.” You began, stepping towards him, placing your goblet on the fireplace, “Commanding you like a dog to do his bidding, whilst he drinks and whores.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched, and his face snapped to you.

Fuck.

Thinking quickly on your feet you continued, “Is it not enough that you do his duties for him? That you act as the Prince Regent without the title? He mocks you at every turn. I do not wish to see you become the joke at court like I have.” 

You came to stand in front of him, his dark gaze locked on you as he sipped his wine. 

“Is it not bad enough that the courts whisper about Alys? Now they too shall whisper about your constant leave? Of how you serve as the Kings lap dog?”

You grabbed his free hand, holding it in the both of yours as you looked at him passionately, "You are a Prince. The blood of the dragon and Old Valyria. Perzys dakogon rȳ aōha ānogar.” Fire runs through your blood.

“You ride the mighty Vhagar, and yet he has you carrying out the tasks that a lower Lord would do.” You shook your head, falsely portraying anger and disgust, “Aegon openly mocks you at court when you are gone. He comes to me, and questions your manhood. Questions your ability to please me as a husband, and as a man. He has mocked you vagrantly in front of Ser Cole. In front of Lord Jasper Wylde.” 

Aemond’s grip tightened around one of your hands, and it took all that you had within you to not wince as his bruising grip squeezed your bones together painfully.

“I defend your honour at every turn, but he seems to always find a new way to question it. It is as though we are children again. I am at a loss of how I am supposed to continually support my husband when he is not here to defend himself!”

“Aegon has no honour, and yet questions mine. He is a pathetic waste of space, unfit to be King.”

“You should be King.”

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them. 

The room fell quiet, and the air around you stilled. 

Aemond’s gaze turned darker as he looked at you, hand gripping yours viciously. There was silence, and you struggled to find a way to come back from what you said. To come back from the treasonous comment you had made to none other than the King’s own brother. 

Ice cold dread ran through your veins as you held his stare, breath caught in your throat. 

He was going to tell Aegon. 

They would kill you.

Or worse.

The treaty would end. 

It would all be for naught. 

The pain, the sorrow, the lo-

“Get on your knees.”

You blinked, looking at your uncle as he continued to stare at you, determination gleaming in his eye.

He wanted you to kneel and beg for forgiveness. To pray to the Seven for his mercy. To beg him to not tell-

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” He spat out, eye narrowed. 

You swallowed thickly, legs beginning to shake as you looked at the anger that radiated from Aemond’s pores. Slowly, you bent your knees, pulling your skirts up so that you would not fall forward on them. The cold stones bit into your skin as you knelt, knowing that bruises would appear on the morrow.

Kneel and save your life. 

Beg and ask for forgiveness.

To live with shame, is better than to die.

You looked up at Aemond from your position, his eye cast down on you as he held his head straight. Looking at you as if you were nothing but a worm, a bug. A commoner. He released your hand and you brought it to your front with the other, softly twisting your fingers together in anxiety.

Why was he so quiet?

Did he want for you to apologise?

Was he waiting for you to begin?

“I-I'm sorry, Your Grace. I must learn to hold my tongue. That was a vile act of treason-“

“Quiet.” He commanded. 

You lowered your head and eyes, shaking in the spot, though the way he loomed over you spread warmth into your core for unknown reasons. The false apology bitter on your tongue.

“Look at me.”

You took a shuddering breath, preparing yourself for him to be swift with his beating, or for him to call to the knight at the door to summon the guards. 

“I said, look at me.” He repeated, your eyes finally looking up at him. A large hand came to press against your cheek and you fought the urge to flinch away from his touch. 

“Say it again.” He whispered, looking at you.

Say it again? 

He wished for you the apologise again?

“I’m sorry, Your-“

“No.”

You looked at him in confusion. If he didn’t want you to apologise, then wh-

Oh.

Licking your lips you took a grounding breath, hoping this was not to be your last words. 

“You should be King.” You whispered, bracing yourself for his blow. 

“Louder.”

You cleared your throat and looked at him, seeing movement at his front. Your eyes dropped down to his breeches, where the outline of his stiffened cock protruded at the front. 

Oh.

He was aroused?

He liked it.

With the relief that you may not be punished, you took a breath of confidence, looking back up at him. Your hands moved upwards slowly, resting against the front of his breeches where the tie was. Aemond did not move to stop you or correct you, and so you continued. 

When your hands rested against the top of his pants, you spoke confidently and lowly. 

“You should be King.” You all but purred.

You felt a shudder roll through Aemond’s body at the words, his cock jumping in his breeches. His chest rumbled, and the hand against your face moved to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“Hm.”

Taking your queue, you began to unlace his pants, slowly, as you kept your eyes on his face, not daring to look away from the man. From your position, he exuded power, dominance, and strength. 

And it made your core ache.

Sway him.

You pulled the last of the ties and his pants loosened, slightly dropping to reveal the hair that dusted against his pubic bone. The beginning of his hardened shaft peeking through the open gap. With sturdy hands you helped to pull him from the confines, holding his warm and heavy weight in your hand. The pants lowered slightly more, revealing his stones to the room.

You gripped him in your palm and began to run your hand up and down his length, ensuring that your eyes were still on his face as he watched you, lips wet from his tongue. Aemond sighed above you as you continued the movement, feeling him harden further in your grip.

“You would be a better King than Aegon. You are worthy of the Conquerors Crown.” You praised, watching as his lips parted and a small breath fell forth. 

Leaning forward you kissed his tip, tongue darting out to catch a bead of his arousal that began to leak from his slit. Aemond groaned as he looked at you, your lips parting to take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it wetly. 

Aemond moaned and thrusted forward, his length sinking into your mouth.

“Anyone would be better than that cunt. Useless.” He groaned as he began to thrust into your waiting lips, your eyes cast upwards watching him. You hummed in agreement around him, spurring him to continue.

“He knows nothing of duty. When has Aegon ever known duty?” Aemond began to fuck your throat faster, a line of spit beginning to fall from your lips as you held still for him, “When has he ever deserved the throne?”

Aemond’s large hands grabbed the sides of your face, thrusting deeply into your throat as you gagged.

“He is a child,” He spat, thrusting roughly into the back of your throat, a tear falling down your cheek, “Spoilt and growing fat on his own desires. A rat.”

“How many years have I had to look after him, to dote on him. To clean him up. Teach him his duties.” Aemond continued his rant, spit dripping down your throat thickly, wetting the front of your gown, “For mother. For Grandfather. He is pathetic. He makes me sick.” He empathised his disgust with a particularly hard thrust.

You gagged around his length, hands fisting against the front of his breeches for stability, feeling his stones brush against your chin.

“He dares to question me? My manhood?” Thrust, “My ability to please my wife? He doesn’t even know how wet you get.” Thrust, “How slick your cunt gets for me.”

You pulled back eyes wet with tears, holding his shaft as you let him fall from your lips inhaling deeply, his hand tightened on your cheeks as he looked down at you waiting. You moaned, licking the tip as he continued.

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good wife. So loyal. So full of duty. Always eager to please me.”

“Yes.” You whined, taking him back in your mouth, letting him fuck into it again.

It was filthy, letting him use your mouth for his pleasure like this. But listening to him rage about his brother only served to excite you, feeling yourself grow wet beneath your gown. And it only served to motivate your actions. 

It was working.

“It should be me.” Aemond growled and you hummed around his length, “I should be King. Not him. Not that useless wastrel. If only mother had given me the throne.”

His pace began to become sloppy, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking against his hard length, trying to coax him to his peak. You felt him twitch on your tongue, the taste of his arousal consuming you.

“You would be my Queen.” He moaned loudly, and you heart stopped in your chest, “My Merciless Queen.”

Queen.

My Queen.

"Just as you deserve. Just as I deserve. Aegon and Visenya reborn.” He continued, unaware of how his words truly affected you.

Your core clenched, and a new wave of arousal spread through you. 

Queen. 

You moaned loudly on his length, pushing your tongue upwards to lick at his shaft as he paused, cock heavy in your mouth. You blinked up at him panting, no doubt looking disheveled, knelt on the floor, spit and drool handing from your lips and pooling on your breasts. 

Your chest heaved and a blush settled around your cheeks as you wrapped your lips around him tighter.

“Fuck. You like that? You treasonous little cunt.” Aemond began thrusting again, pushing the hair that had fallen around your face backwards, pulling it at the roots and using it as a way to pull your head down onto his cock, “Mmm. Fuck.” He moaned.

Your knees ached beneath you, and you squirmed in your position, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing and desire that was left unattended to. 

“So filthy, down on your knees like a whore. Qogralbar." Fuck, Aemond began to roughly fuck your mouth, using your hair to pull you down his length, gags falling from your lips as tears wet your cheeks. 

Every invigorated thrust caused his tip to hit the back of your throat, your stomach turning as he chased his peak, his heavy stones brushing against your chin. The smell of him surrounding you, heady, musky, and full of desire. It was arousing. It was maddening, and you needed more.

“Going to fuck my seed into your cunt. My perfect Queen.”

Aemond pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, a loud gasp pulling into your chest as you sucked in a breath. A string of saliva connected your lips to his tip and Aemond smirked down at you crudely. A hand left your hair and stroked your cheek, coming to brush the spit from your lip, your mouth opening for him as he pushed it inside. 

Aemond hummed, watching as you sucked at the digit. 

“Open your mouth.” He commanded, looking down at you, thumb still pressed against your tongue. 

You opened wide, tongue pushing against his finger, confusion rising within. 

Aemond leant forward lips pursed, and spat into your mouth. You flinched, feeling it land wetly on your tongue where he had been stroking it with his thumb. 

You should be disgusted. 

You should be offended. 

But you weren’t. 

You were full of desire. 

You whimpered, and Aemond’s thumb brushed against your bottom lip as he looked at you, mouth still open with his spit inside. 

“Swallow for your King.” He groaned, and you shuddered as you swallowed his spit, thighs rubbing together. 

Aemond bent down and slammed his lips against yours, pulling your face close to his with the back of your head, tongue swiping into your mouth as you kissed him back breathlessly. A whimper flitted past your lips and into his mouth. 

Aemond pulled away, his lone eye watching you carefully before he reached out and grabbed you, hoisting you up into his arms. Your stomach swooped from the swiftness of it, and then settled as he moved across the room to throw you onto the bed. Your body bounced atop the sheets as you looked at him slowly reach for his cock, dragging his hand up and down his length. 

You panted and watched him, desire coursing through you. 

Slowly, you parted your legs from him, skirt of your gown gathering into your lap as your centre was revealed to him and the room. Aemond groaned as he caught sight of your glistening cunt, slick leaking from your core. With both hands he grabbed your ankles and yanked you down the bed towards him, a small squeak flying from your mouth. 

Aemond rubbed his tip against your slit, pressing against your bud before lining himself up with your core. He pushed in roughy, not preparing you, but your slick was more than enough to ease the stretch and help him glide inside smoothly. 

You moaned loudly into the chambers as he pushed himself to the hilt, feeling you clench around him, pleasure blooming in your stomach. It felt good, it felt hot, it felt right. Aemond kept his hands on you, one on your thigh, and the other bending your leg up by the ankle to reach deeper within you.

“Fuck, so perfect for me.” He moaned, looking down at you.

You keened at his praise, core clenching around his length as he began to thrust into you. 

“Ao hae bona?” You like that?

“Ao hae skori aōha dārys qogralbar ao?” You like when your King fucks you?

“Kess.” Yes, You moaned, hands griping the sheets, feeling your peak begin to rapidly build inside of you.

“Please, kepus.” You moaned, one hand turning to grip his own on your thigh as he fucked you roughly on the bed, your breasts bouncing in the confines of your dress. 

"Sīr sȳz.” So good, He praised, his pace becoming rougher, the tip of his cock bullying your cervix. 

Aemond’s hands moved under the back of your thighs, pushing them up and folding them against your chest, opening you up further to him, causing a spark of delight to race through you. 

“Qogralbar, kessa.” Fuck, yes, You whined, the front of his pelvis rubbing roughly against your pearl with each thrust, warmth spreading through your body quickly. 

“Please, Aemond.” You begged, feeling your release begin to mount. 

Aemond’s pace quickened as he kept your legs pinned to your chest, eye watching your face, before sliding down your body to watch where you were connected, your slick coating his cock.

“So fucking wet, and all for me.” He moaned, and thrusted deeply inside, pushing up against the end of your cunt, a twinge of discomfort causing you to wince. 

Aemond leant down and kissed you, feeling you begin to tighten around him, the change in angle causing the tip of his cock to brush over the soft spongey spot within you. You moaned loudly, your back arching off of the bed as your eyes scrunched closed. 

“Jurnegon rȳ nyke.” Look at me, Aemond growled as he continued to fuck you, face close to yours, “Want you to look at me when you peak. Want you to know it’s me who makes you feel this. No one else. Aegon could never make you feel the way I do.” He rambled, his thrusts getting sloppier. 

The coil within wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

“You. No one but you, only you, Aem.” You whined, looking him in the eye as you panted. 

One hand left your thigh and slid down to your core, his fingers moving to swirl around your wet bud in dizzying circles. 

“Need to feel you clench around my cock. Give it to me.” He urged you.

His skilled fingers pressed into your pearl, slick causing them to move sloppily. You whimpered and whined, feeling your release approach you rapidly. Aemond bent down and placed a wet kiss to your neck and the coil snapped. 

Your mind went blank as pleasure coursed through you, Aemond’s pace not once faltering or slowing, fingers and cock prolonging your release as you whined beneath him. Heat spread through your body as he continued, the wet sound of your release around his cock in the chambers. 

“Konīr jā, sȳz riña. Sīr gevie. Vēttan syt nyke.” There you go, good girl. So beautiful. Made for me.

Your core spasmed around his length as his cock continued to brush against your pleasure spot inside. Each thrust prolonging your release, pitiful whines pealing from your lips.

Aemond’s thrusts began to falter and become sloppy as he chased his own peak. 

“Jāre naejot tepagon ao ñuha nūmo.” Going to give you my seed, He groaned.

“Please.” You whimpered, feeling his cock throb inside of you. 

Aemond thrusted into you deeply, holding himself deep within as he came with a grunt. Ropes of his seed coated your womb as you lay folded beneath him. Your core clenching around him as the warmth of his cum pooled inside. 

Aemond moaned as he felt you grip him, cock twitching from overstimulation. Aemond shifted, pressing his fingers back against your pearl and began to swirl them, keeping his cock firmly planted inside of you. 

“Need to feel you again. One more, zaldristos. You can do it.” He cooed, forcing you to another peak.

“Ah,” You jerked beneath him sensitive, “Aemond, fuck.” You whined, feeling the coil already begin to tighten, your cunt gripping him tightly. 

“Thats it. Give it to me. Give it to your King.” He commanded, and the coil snapped again.

Your back arched off of the bed as you moaned, eyes shut tightly as you were brought to another peak, a twinge of pain from the sheer force of it. Your core clenched around him, still inside of you, and you heard Aemond hiss and push into your heat deeper.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, slowly coming down from your high. You could feel his seed beginning to drip from within you, leaking down onto the sheets below. 

“Vok.” Perfect, He praised, and you felt a blush spread across your cheeks. 

The Prince stayed hunched over you at the edge of the bed, a hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. Aemond leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, cock throbbing within you.

He moved to pull out, his cock sliding through your folds slowly as you whined, but instead of pulling out completely, he kept his tip inside, before pushing back into you. You whimpered, feeling overstimulated but sparks of pleasure crackling in your core.

Aemond pulled out again, not quite all the way before pushing back inside. He had not softened, and was still hard. 

And clearly aroused. 

He began to fuck himself slowly into you, watching as your face contorted beneath him, feeling heat in your limbs rising, and rising. Your bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat, the smell of sex in the air.

Aemond continued to fuck you slowly, watching your face until he brought you to your peak once more, silencing you with a kiss before filling you with his seed again. It was only then did he pull out, and helped you to curl beneath the sheets, undressing you with tender hands, and then himself. 

As you laid in his arms, fatigue beginning to drag you under, he made promises to you that he would return back the King’s Landing swiftly as he did this time. He promised that nothing would happen to you, and that you would be safe. He promised that he would always come back to you.

And whilst a small part of you wished to believe him, you couldn’t.

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One in Eleven Million (ch. 8)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): So about that getting chapter out quicker thing...I blame tech week

Series masterlist can be found here.

warnings: a little bit of cursing, mild anxiety, airports

wc: ~1500

~~

Soon apparently meant thirty minutes. The plane’s landing gear hit the tarmac hard. The few shrieks were outweighed by the many sighs of relief, you own included. Jon yanked the window open, squinting. The view of the tarmac went from blurred to clear in the morning sunlight as the plane slowed. 

“Tt, finally. Though Philadelphia would not have been my first choice as a welcome back to the East Coast.” Damian pulled his gaze from the window, bending down to resecure the closures on his backpack. Jon’s eyes stayed glued to the window. 

“Are all plane landings this rough?”

“Yeah, usually,” you replied. “But it means we’re on the ground, so I don’t mind.” 

“Welcome to Philadelphia, ladies and gentlemen. The local time is 9:32 am and the temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit. Apologizes for the early landing but glad we all made it safe and sound. Remember to stop at the help desk if you do need to get your luggage routed to baggage claim or if you would like to take a voucher and find another method of transportation to Gotham. Thank you all for your patience and cooperation and thank you for flying with us.”

“If I ever see the inside of a plane again, it will be too soon,” Jon whined. You turned to see him drop his head on Damian’s shoulder.

“Flying commercial is both unpleasant and inefficient, I concur.” Damian squinted at the standstill line forming at the front of the plane. You stayed carefully silent. The two future trips you had in your calendar burned in the back of your mind. 

“But hey,” Jon sat up. “At least we met you!”

You chuckled, maneuvering up and out of your seat into the line of departing passengers before swinging your backpack over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” A bittersweet wave of emotion gripped your heart. “It would have sucked so much more without you guys.”  

The deplaning of the flight was the worst you’d ever been a part of. Between panic and desire to leave, everyone was sloppy and on a short fuse. You nearly got whacked in the head with a carry-on bag trying to stand up. You did get elbowed trying to move forwards in the line.   

There was no Damian and Jon right behind you this time when you turned around after finally making your way into the airport. The spike of disappointment that drove through your chest caught you off guard. I knew this was going to happen, you reminded yourself. It didn’t make the ache in your chest go away.

“Hi,” you greeted the help desk employee. “I’d like to get my bag routed to baggage claim.” The required materials—your boarding pass, baggage tag receipt, and driver’s license—weren’t hard to produce. In just a few minutes, you were given a new receipt and an instruction to check screens for the baggage claim. The guaranteed “voucher” was to be later emailed, added to your airline account. You stepped off to the side, shoving the new receipt in your pocket. They’re tall, you figured. You’d see them if they were still there. Multiple scans of the crowd later, you didn’t see Damian’s waves nor Jon’s signature glasses. The spike of disappointment morphed into a vice around your chest even as you shoved it down. Your phone, now off airplane mode, buzzed in your pocket. You spun on your heel and headed towards baggage claim. The train you needed to take back home wasn’t going to book itself. 

Despite your unfamiliarity with the airport, it was simple enough to follow the signs towards the baggage claim area. You stopped at a restroom on your way there to avoid having to maneuver through one with a full suitcase in tow. The screen was empty of flights from your airline when you arrived, and your phone was blank of any email updates. Instead, you rerouted to the Amtrak app. The train with the lowest fare that also gave you enough buffer time to get your bags and catch the local train from the airport to the station was 2 hours away. The number of your bank balance flashed in your mind. 

“Thirty-eight for the train and eight to get to the airport,” you muttered aloud. “Yes I am so willing to spend fifty bucks to finally just be home.” The inevitable expense of a taxi or rideshare back to your home poked at the back of your mind. You ignored it. The voucher would cover the difference later on and that would have to be enough. 

A notification banner popped up on the top of your phone screen. The text notification was from the airline, declaring baggage claim three. Sure enough, the screen on the wall said the same thing. Baggage claim number three was farther down. You moved quickly, shoving through other passengers to stand in closer to it. Standing nearby was someone you had a murky recollection of from the boarding line.

All that was left now was to wait. 

~

Damian bit back a growl as a large man shoved him back into Jon and forced his way farther up the line. 

“That’s not getting him anywhere,” Jon muttered. He was half-hoping his powers would spontaneously come back and help them out. “What’s the point?” Damian shook his head.

“If people made sense, Jon, we’d be out of work.” Jon rolled his eyes. 

“You’re hilarious.” 

Damian chuckled lowly, pulling his carry-on bag from the overhead storage, then Jon’s. 

“Damn it.” 

A jolt of panic sliced through Jon. His head snapped towards Damian, eyes wide. Jon winced, massaging the back of his neck. That hurt.

“What?” 

“We lost them.” He nodded towards the front of the plane. You were gone. 

“Shit.”

As much as he wanted to get off the plane, Jon wouldn’t have pushed through the other passengers even with powers at full strength. Especially with powers at full strength. He followed the movement of the crowd as they exited the gate, coming to a stop just beside a stand selling Philadelphia hoodies and t-shirts. Jon eyed them with a not small amount of disdain. He’d pass. 

“So we’re not taking another plane-” Damian began. 

“Oh fuck no,” Jon interrupted. 

“Why do you think I started with ‘we’re not’?” 

“Right,” Jon could feel his cheeks heating. “I knew that.” 

“Hnn. So could it be worthwhile to call someone now? It’s past 9:30, your family should be up. Of mine, Alfred at the very least will be awake at this hour.”

“What’s the other option?”

“We take another method of public transport to Gotham and have Alfred pick us up there.” 

Jon thought about it for a moment. Then he thought of you. His hearing was past the point of awful fluctuation, but not good enough to hear across a crowded airport. And he didn’t know your heartbeat. It was a weird thought. Jon thought about it again. That was a weird thought too. But it had been a long time since he’d gotten to know someone without being able to hear their heartbeat. 

“Do we know what they’re doing? I don’t think we even talked about it. But I don’t want to leave them alone after all this.” He paused. “That’s not weird, right?” 

Damian shook his head. 

“No, I agree. Which means your family is out. And waiting for Alfred to drive all the way here and then asking them to get into a car with a complete stranger for two hours is also less than ideal.”

“So public transport it is.” Jon concluded. “Wait, how do we even know they aren’t taking another plane?” Damian smirked. 

“They don’t call us the world's greatest detectives for nothing.”

Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian. “You guessed.” 

“I formed a hunch based on multiple deductions,” Damian retorted, arms crossed.

“So you guessed.” 

“Deduction and guesswork are two different things.” 

“Uh huh,” Jon smiled and started heading to the help desk. “Keep telling yourself that.”

The help desk employee guaranteed Damian that the vouchers would be emailed and attached to his airline account. Based on the look on his face, Damian couldn’t care less about them. Jon wanted to hurry up and find you too. But he also didn’t want to be booked into the nearest flight to Gotham. Until he got his powers back in full, Jon wasn’t doing any flying whatsoever, much less flying that involved any sort of metal contraptions. 

“Which baggage claim is for this flight?” Damian asked before he stepped away. The airline employee checked her screen. 

“Three, but I don’t believe bags have started arriving yet.” 

Damian nodded and headed quickly towards the signs leading towards the baggage claim area. 

“Thanks!” Jon threw out as he followed, sneakers squealing against the linoleum floor as he hurried to catch up. 

[guardianspirits13]

Ok now for a list of things that I'm kind of iffy about or wish they had kept from the books. It's worth noting that I can't think of a single show exclusive scene they added that I did not like, and most of the changes were integrated flawlessly.

Starting out, the pacing. I'm hoping this gets better with time, especially given that the second episode has much more time to breathe. The whole first episode felt a little cramped, and some of the exposition felt a bit... exposition-y. I don' t think there is much they could have done to get around this though so I'm not gonna dwell on it.

As a fan of the series, I love how they introduced the structure and function of the PJO world with the intro, but I think the jump from "Percy sees things" to "everything is all real" felt a bit abrupt. I am curious what first time fans think about this, and again the first episode covers a lot more ground page-wise than ep 2.

Manchild Gabe... I am not sure how I feel about this. In the books he seemed downright threatening and even with Percy's 12yo bravado, he was still an intimidating figure. His bickering with Sally seemed more like your typical dysfunctional relationship than a power imbalance... both can be harmful in their own way, but I'm still undecided on how much giving Sally a bit more agency in her relationship with him effects the larger story. The whole "not all monsters look like monsters" thing works well in the books with Gabe, but I guess they were redirecting it to foreshadow Luke's betrayal? I'm not sure.

...which brings me to Sally. I was unsure about the casting, but she has earned her stay to me. I always imagined her as a bit more subdued, especially with the more intense iterations of Gabe. She's kind and gentle and has a rebellious streak, but as worried as she might be for Percy she hides it inside of herself. I think her being a bit more expressive as a character works in this setting though, especially since we aren't seeing her through Percy's kid colored lenses. She feels a bit less like the perfect, kind, and understanding mother Percy sees, and a bit more like a real-life single mother trying to keep some of that childhood wonder alive despite everything. She does seem younger than I would have expected, but that's a nitpick on my end. I think she is one character that I will always have a separate book/show counterpart for in my mind.

Ok. Now for Clarisse. Out of all the characters I was skeptic about, I think she's the only one who didn't win me over. This is a writing issue, nothing at all to do with the actress. She was characterized more as a 'queen bee' type mean girl than a bully who picks fights just to feel worthy of her father's approval. She would be better fit for a vindictive daughter of Aphrodite than a daughter of Ares. My mind might be changed in the future but we got most of her scenes in these first two episodes so I'm doubtful. The one moment that had potential was when Percy broke her spear, but the Clarisse I know would not back off just because there is an audience.

There was no hellhound... I was kinda looking forward to it, and it does emphasize that even camp isn't really safe for Percy and is a catalyst for both his quest and the idea that there is a traitor. I can kind of see why the cut it for thematic purposes so Percy feels safe for once in his life, but that's only if I squint.

The scene cuts. I know, I know they're supposed to mimic book chapters. I get it. But it just doesn't work for me, it feels like there's a lack of establishing shots and the black screen is long enough you think the tv is buffering. It's an interesting idea in concept, but the execution falls flat.

OH also as far as things that were missing- the 3 fates. I know this is in the show since it was in the trailers, but I'm curious as to where they're gonna put it now.

Anyways minor nitpicks aside these two episodes were an emotional roller coaster and absolute masterpieces of television cinema.

[ageless-aislynn]

So, what all am I working on? So glad you asked!*

*I know you didn't but making lists helps me to feel organized. 😉

Writing (active)

"15 Minutes" chapter 12 and "Recreation" chapter 5 are both in various stages of work. "15 Minutes" has about the first third of the chapter written, while "Recreation" won't actually be written until I've done a bit more on "15 Minutes" in total because I want to make sure they line up together. However, I'm doing a lot of thinking about what I want to include, so Kai and her Reader have definitely not been forgotten! I'll be going through and doing a total read-through of both of them soon, with notes to make sure that any thread I left dangling will get properly snipped and closed by the end. Hopefully. Swiss cheese brain is making this harder. But I persevere, frens!

John, patiently waiting for another long-promised chapter to magically appear. 😉

Writing (passive)

That Noble Team "Choose Your Own Spartan Adventure" idea just will NOT let me give up on it. But right now I'm just leaving it in the percolating stage and hopefully once "15 Minutes" and "Recreation" are concluded, I can give it a try. 🤷‍♀️

"Fluffy Vannak fic" is in the same boat, honestly. I've tried to give up on it so many times but it manages to wiggle back into my "to-do" pile over and over again, lol! I guess I just want to give the big guy some happiness, what can I say?

"Guardian Angel" and "The Price" over in my Flash WIPs are still here as well, patiently waiting for their turn with my single remaining brain cell. That brain cell is very tired but doesn't want to give up on any of them. *shakes pom-poms of encouragement* Go, Single Remaining Brain Cell, go!

Vidding

I have a pile of vid ideas now in progress and that makes me so happy! I wish I was being more efficient and just moving 'em all along, assembly style, so that I have this lovely constant flow of finished vids showing up but... Well, said Single Remaining Brain Cell mentioned above enjoys running over, jumping on the big Vidding Carousel and just randomly riding around on different horses, happily shouting, "YAYYYYYY!" so I can't bring myself to deny her those simple pleasures, lol!

(One of my favorite moments in Detroit: Become Human, d'aww)

Anyway, what's in progress is:

A Mass Effect Andromeda vid that I'd love to get done in time for Mass Effect Andromeda Appreciation Week (Jan 27 - Feb 2) I wasn't able to make anything for this past N7 day in November so I'd love to get this done to take part in this! The focus, naturally, is...

Um, Mr Vidal? Actually this vid isn't about you and Sara. Or you and Scott. Or, errr, you at all. Sorry.

Sara is stunned into buffering forever at that. 😉

No, frens, this vid is about...

My terrible driving, lol! I'm not sure if I'll get it done in time but I'ma try!

A Halo the series vid, focused on the Marines, requested by @threshergm that's about half done

A vid for 68 Whiskey, requested by @threshergm, focused on Rosa Alvarez (Cristina Rodlo who is Talia Perez in Halo), about a third done

A Dead Rising vid for mah man Frank West, giving me problems with the song, unfortunately. This is an idea I've wanted to do for a long while but the song is just NOT letting me cut it like I'd like to (and I don't want to not edit it down). So I'll just have to keep working on it.

And there we have it! The Official What Ais Is Working On Right Now list! 🥳

I'm also making this list in order to hopefully give my Single Remaining Brain Cell a tiny bit of serotonin, in the hopes of keeping her going.

Go, Brain Cell, you can do it!!! 😂😉

Love you all, friends. I hope you're doing well. 🤗💖

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 15-Compromises in Colour

Day 15-Star

Other Stories

Other Days

Other Chapters

Abbey sat outside the works, resting after the mid-day express, waiting for Screech to emerge. It had taken several weeks, but the Night Owl and the works had finally come to an agreement on her paint. They had even bought books with different railway liveries in it for inspiration.

Screech's whistle sounded from the works, twisting and curling through the air, chilling Abbey’s frames.

Screech emerged from the works in a cloud of steam and tendrils, her new paint gleaming beneath the afternoon sun. The main colour, a shade of green so dark it was nearly black, had been found in a book on American locomotives, Brunswick Green of the Pennsylvania Railroad. When the Uman and Din contacted the Pennsylvania’s Altoona works for permission to use the paint, the PRR gifted the recipe to the U&DR for use on Screech. 

Abbey had to admit she was impressed, the dark shade suited Screech very well. Regal, yet understated, the dark tones contrasting nicely with the Great Western style lining and letter. She was also more than a little smugly satisfied at the words Uman and Din properly painted on Screech’s tender, marking Screech as theirs.

Screech looked up, meeting her eyes.

“You look wonderful.” Abbey said warmly. She noticed in the year since Screech arrived that the eldritch engine's opinion of herself was nearly as poor as her opinion of the other railway. Abbey was never going to let that stand, so took every chance to let her opinion of the wonderful engine before her be known.

Screech shifted uncomfortably, her tendrils moving closer to the ground in a way that Abbey was growing more and more certain was her partner's form of blushing.

“It was unnecessarily complicated.” The Night Owl said. “My old paintwork was fine”

Abbey fixed an unimpressed look upon the 2-8-0, “Would you have considered it fine for me?”

Screech blinked at her in the way that Abbey knew meant the engine had been caught off guard 

“No, I…”

“Then it was not good enough for you.”

Screech paused, reassessing. Abbey waited patiently.

“You're a passenger engine,” she rumbled uncertainly, “you're held to a higher…”

“No.” Abbey said firmly, “you know we don't treat any engines differently here.”

Abbey waited patiently for Screech's next rebuttal.

“I do not see the point.” Screech finally admitted with a sigh, “I am a goods engine. I will be covered in soot and dust by the end of the day. It's a lot of effort that will be undone on the first day.”

Abbey rolled her eyes fondly, “One would think you didn't know what a wash down is.”

She gently rolled forward and buffered up to Screech, “the effort is because they care for you. That's why it's worth it. They know you’ll be dirty again in minutes, but you are worth the effort.”

Screech gave her the monster in the headlights look she always had when someone declared they cared for her.

Abbey sighed fondly, “Come on, let's show Miss Morgan their hard work before you go play with trucks.”

“Very well.” 

Abbey rolled back towards the station, reminding herself a railway isn't built in a day. She couldn't help but smile when a tendril tentatively hooked around her coupled as Screech followed. One wheel at a time, they’d have Screech believing in herself again.

[robobrainrot]

The Knack

Chapter 2: It’s Not Stalking

Notes: its a Knockout-Centric Fic with a human OC. Breakdown is alive and well. Optimus is alive and well. Set in the Prime Universe: Post Predacons Rising, Pre-RID15

[Chapter 1 Here] [Chapter 3 here]

enjoy my scribbles ✌️

Two weeks later...

Though he’d loathe to admit it, Knockout had returned to that parking spot three times in the last two weeks. Not that he was counting. His excuse to himself was that it was a pleasant covert spot in the shade. The weather was pleasant in this area at this time of year and he deserved a break.

It was merely a coincidence that it was also the way the human artist walked.

He had only seen them once in his last three attempts. They had been walking with a femmine human and didn’t notice him. Not that it bothered him.

Today, it was exactly two weeks after their first meeting. Same time. Same place. Sure enough, they came walking down the hill. When they were about 20 meters away, they finally noticed him.

In Knockout’s rear view mirror, he saw them smile brightly. They didn’t run over exactly, but their posture straightened instantly. The human paused in their stride for a moment. “Hello again, pretty boy.” With nothing more than a flirty finger wave at the car, they continued down the street.

That was it? What a tease.

…

Against his better judgment, Knockout looked up the username the human had given him. He was very familiar with social media. He used it occasionally to find races and fellow car enthusiasts.

Their account was mostly art stuff. Some occasional rambling posts. Scattered memes.

He learned their name was Kylan and they were an art student at the local university. They liked drawing various cool things they found around town. There was a text post referencing a gorgeous red sports car that they forgot to take a photo of.

Attached to that post was a rough approximation of what he looked like. It wasn’t as good as the one they did live, but considering it was from memory- it wasn’t bad. The detailing on his doors was completely wrong.

He scoffed. The purple scribbles they had added made him look like an illegible death metal band logo. Much less elegant than his custom pattern.

“My decals do not look like that.” He commented indignantly.

“Knockout. Darling,” Breakdown’s voice came behind him followed by two large servos on his hips. “What’s got you so revved up? I could hear you from across the bay.”

He minimized the tab quickly. “Nothing!” He looked up at his Conjux. Even leaning down to accommodate his ample chest, Breakdown was still taller. “Just a personal project.”

“You know I support your car junkie addiction… you don’t have to hide it from me.”

“It’s not an addiction. I can stop whenever I choose to.” He huffed. Knockout placed a kiss on his chin. He traced his servos down to intertwine with his partner’s. “If you want to talk about addiction…” he moved both their hands up his torso. “I could go for another polishing soon.”

The larger mech moved closer to press against him. “Hm… That could be arranged. I just got-”

Knockout’s computer pinged. His screens popped back up with the social media interface to let him know he had a notification.

It was a direct message.

“ OMG! It’s you! I thought maybe the drawing got blown away with all the wind. I hope it made you smile! “

“‘Drawing?’” Breakdown read aloud.

Knockout sighed dramatically. “Can we go back to my seamless distraction?”

The Stunticon looked between the screen and his Conjux several times. “After you show it to me. Have you been sneaking off to be a secret art model?”

“Not yet. I am playing the long game.” He wriggled out of his partner's embrace to walk over to his storage crate. It was mostly full of polishes, buffers and other beauty supplies. He picked up a small glass case. Knockout revealed it to Breakdown with a flourish. “A human left that on my window. Evidently, they were so taken by my lustrous finish that they couldn’t help themself from stopping to admire me.”

Breakdown leaned down to look at the tiny image. He squinted.

“And, they know I’m… not a car.”

He raised a brow. “You showed them your root mode?”

“Of course not. They just… know? They thanked me for letting them draw me– not that I had much choice in the matter. They didn’t ask permission.” He huffed through his vents. “They just knew.”

“And… your solution… is to stalk them?”

“It’s not stalking!” Knockout huffed. “They gave me their username with the drawing. Clearly, they wanted this.”

Breakdown took a deep vent in and out.

“I can handle it.” He placed the image back in his crate. Spinning on his wheels, he turned back to him. He reached up to pull him down to eye level.

“Be careful. For their sake, and yours.” Breakdown brought Knockout’s hand up to his eye patch. The hard gray metal contrasted his orange protoflesh. It was a stark reminder for both of them of past mistakes.

“I will, BD.” He smiled at his partner. “Trust me. This isn’t some Hollywood blockbuster. Nothing drastic is going to happen.”

…

After they started messaging online, Knockout was easily able to trace their IP address to know where they lived but he had never actually driven by their house.

Today was the day he finally got curious enough to look. Kylan lived in an old town house. It was white with brown shutters and looked like a scrap heap.He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected to find but there was no obvious sign of the human. It’s not like he could go up to ring the doorbell to ask for them.

The Aston Martin parked across the street and settled down. He must’ve slipped into power down mode because when he woke up, it was dark out.

There was another slip of paper on his dashboard. He smiled to himself.

Glancing up, he saw the lights on in the second story of the human’s house. Zooming in, he could see Kylan sitting at their desk drawing. They had headphones on, wiggling back and forth to whatever they were listening to.

Knockout never really understood human’s relationship with music. Of course, they were good at it. There were plenty of songs he liked the sounds of. It seemed to affect their species more. He could ask their resident radio wiz about it, but he didn’t want to give Bumblebee that satisfaction.

With that, he pulled out of his spot. He headed to his favorite hiding spot and slid under the gas station canopy.

Knockout pulled the slip of paper out of his plating. This time, it was in a yellow-ish envelope. The artist was upping their game. How fancy, he purred to himself as he pulled out the piece of paper inside.

His optics narrowed at the tiny image.

“A parking ticket!?”

…

Over the next month, Knockout learned that they came home at approximately the same time every Thursday. This wasn’t always because he was there. Their posts had consistency at that time as well.

The Autobots kept him busy with various tasks around their new base. Ratchet always needed an extra hand, even if he didn’t want one. Arcee was still tense around the former-Decepticon but things were easing up. She had gone from openly hostile to occasional glaring. Agent Fowler was a similar story. Whenever the other two sports cars returned from Cybertron, they’d burn rubber until someone sprained something. Then, they’d get another lecture from Ratchet.

Overall, life after the war was pleasant, though strange. There wasn’t anyone threatening him every other minute of the day. He was allowed to just be.

Integrating Breakdown into the team was more of a to-do. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were not keen on the idea. But, with time and conversation, they came to a mutual understanding.

The ex-Decepticons got their own remote warehouse. Originally, they had been staying with all the Autobots, but that lasted about 2 weeks before someone put in a noise complaint. Their little home away from home gave them some much needed space from the other bots. It was dinghy but it was theirs.

Knockout leaned against a crate as he stared at the blankest wall of their space. It was gray metal, like the landscapes of Cybertron. It was distinctly not light the bright colors of the planet he currently resided on. Over time, he had become quite attached to the rainbow of hues that made up Earth’s environment.

“Breakdown,” He called to his conjux, “I think it’s about time we got some color in here.”

[ >> NEXT CHAPTER >> ]

[scoonsalicious]

4 chapters in one day, you my lovely are an angel!

Lots of thoughts, but the main ones are…

1. Waking up with her clothes on was a good sign, I’m very glad they didn’t actually have sex. But I’m ok with B thinking they did..

2. Steve actually being a good guy was something I didn’t see coming. I think I was putting too much on him being part of the drama in a dramatic way. Maybe he still will be art of it but in a less manipulative way than I’ve been thinking imagining in my head.

3. Pockets epic exit line when she and Sam were leaving for their mission was 🔥

In general, once again, her and Tony’s relationship is epic. I love how much he cares for her.

I don’t hate Tony but in other respects I probly feel about him, a bit like you do about Steve in some ways. Love RDJ and Tony just not in that way

Q: will we ever hear details of how J ended up on the Jet with B?

I’m not using the alternate names because I’m not creative enough to think up so many different ones but I love some of the options others have come up with. Cunthage is one of my favourites.

You're gonna hate me, because I'm going back to one part a day, at least for a while, until I have a better buffer of material for With Friends Like These. I have been spending all my nights on Tumblr updating and responding to updates, and haven't been writing, so I need to get back to that :/ 1. I am also very glad they didn't actually have sex. It was very important to me that Bucky thought they did, hence why I framed it the way I did.

2. Steve was being a good guy more out of guilt than anything else. He's involved with the drama to an extent, but he's not evil; just being selfish.

3. When that final line for Pocket came to me, please believe me when I tell you that I CACKLED, lol. I get a big kick out of amusing myself, and that line amused me to no end. I'm so glad everyone's enjoyed it as much as I have!

I fucking LOVE her and Tony. Like, almost as much as (if not more than) her and Bucky. Tony is probably my absolute favorite MCU character, which is weird, because while I definitely think RDJ is exceptionally handsome (and my go-to face for all react gifs), I'm not sexually attracted to Tony (those spots FIRMLY belong to Bucky and Thor, lol)? But I love him so much; he's just so charismatic, and I wanted to explore that with someone who genuinely cared for him like Pepper does, but without the romantic element, and I ended up with this. We will definitely learn how Jambalaya ended up on the Quinjet to Russia.

HOW IN THE HOLY HELL DID I MISS CUNTHAGE?!?!?! THAT IS FUCKING BRILLIANT! TEN POINTS TO GRIFFYNDOR FOR THAT NAME!!!! MY GOD!

[rozonrozark]

I wrote this and think the ending of the chapter is okay. But I am open to thoughts.

Marinette clung to akumatized crocodile who gently held her in its mouth. How was she supposed to get out of this? This akuma was her fault and now the others had to clean up her mess. The girl wanted to curl up as guilt built up in her. This also made her body flare up in pain but she didn’t want to show it so Marinette closed her eyes. It helped to also protect her eyes from the blowing wind.

The girl embarrassed the darkness while she went through various plans. But before she could do anything her stomach dropped due to the akuma starting to make a landing. Taking a few deep breaths Marinette waited until she didn’t feel the wind buffering her face. But before she could open her eyes voices reached her ears. “What is going on out here?”

“Anarka, it is great to see you again!” Jagged called out with cheer. Opening her eyes Marinette saw that they were now hovering near a house boat. “Listen I don’t have much time and I need a favor from you.” With that the akumatized rock star landed on the boat with Penny in his arms. The crocodile started lowering itself again but not before spitting out his charge onto the deck.

“You think you can just show up here and ask for some favor?” The woman who no doubt owned the boat questioned before looking at her. Marinette shook a bit due to the cold wind mixed with the drool from the croc’s mouth. “And who is that girl? Did you have a brat and decide to drop her here while you go do whatever you want to?” Marinette attempted to start moving towards the railing so she could attempt to escape.

“I’m going to have a meeting with Bob.” Jagged informed the woman before moving towards Marinette. The girl froze upon being approached although all the akuma did was place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “As for this young lady, we got some business to attend to after I’m done with Bob.”

“Mom? What is hap-” A familiar voice questioned from within the boat. Juleka began to make her way out only to freeze upon noticing the obvious akuma. Said akuma turned to her only to freeze as a familiar mask appeared upon his face. Jagged turned towards Anarka with a great amount of rage.

“YOU LET OUR DAUGHTER RUN AROUND FIGHTING VILLIANS!” The akuma screamed with fury. Marinette blinked in shock as she tried to process everything that one sentence revealed. 

“YOUR DAUGHTER!” Anarka questioned deciding to focus on one part. “Since when has she been YOUR daughter? What you think just sending some money allows you to make decision regarding what she does!” Marinette felt Jagged let go of her as he walked forward. Seeming to sense his owner’s anger Fang lowered himself till his wingbeats were sending out blasts of wind that blew down on them.

“Yeah, Jagged was too scared to really be a father.” The akuma slowly started to strum his guitar. A glowing ball flew out of his guitar and started to pulse beside the akuma. “But Guitar Villian will make sure to be the parent that cares!” The beat picked up and with that the now named Guitar Villian turned towards Juleka. “Now little missy hand over that miraculous before you are grounded!”

Juleka looked back at the akuma before running while transforming. “Roarr Stips On!” With that, the transformation started to take place only for multiple musical staff to flow around her body bounding her arms and legs.

“You are not going anywhere, you are grounded!” Guitar Villian declared while walking towards them. “So let's get that miraculous.” Marinette began to move to stop this in some way or form, she couldn’t let another miraculous fall into Hawkmoth’s hands. Only for her body to almost entirely give up the moment she began to move. Tears welled up in her eyes as she waited for the inevitable. There was no way for Misterbug or the others to arrive in time.

Anarka attempted to get closer only for the glowing balls to move and shoot off music notes to get her to back up. Jagged only gave her a look before lowinging down to grab the miraculous. “Thunderous Kick!” A voice called out as a red and black blur shot towards the akuma. Said akuma looked up in shock but it was to late. The kick landed with the sound of a loud thunderclap. GV was sent flying bak a few steps as a few sparks of electricity sparked around him. The two flying balls flew towards him while they seemed to dim down a bit before remerging to form one.

“Galarian!” Purple Tigress called out in relief. Marinette blinked as her mind tried to recognize the person. The girl looked familiar, so frustratingly familiar. It was like it was on the tip of her tongue but Marinette just couldn’t get it.

“Come on we need to get going!” The superhuman shouted while grabbing the bound miraculous user. “Thank you Mrs. Couffaine, I hope this will pay you back!” The short girl said this while starting to run with Purple Tigress over her shoulder.

“Where do you think you're going!” GV shouted before whistling. “Fang, fetch!” The mutated croc let out a noise that rattled Marinette’s bones. The girl backed up as she watched the akuma, who had jumped onto his pet, chase after the miraculous user. “Wait here, Lady I’ll be back. I need to go get my daughter.”

“You get back here!” Anarka shouted as she ran to the edge of her ship. “You have no right to punish MY daughter!” Seeing that he hadn’t stopped the woman stomped her food before turning around. Marinette backed up against the railing as she felt the anger from the woman.

“Mom, is it true?” A voice questioned drawing the attention of everyone. Luka now stood in the entrance looking so confused and seeming not to be able to understand. “Is he, is Jagged, are they my dad?”

“Yes, Jagged Stone is your dad,” Penny replied while taking a step forward getting all attention on her. “I can assure you that he has never missed sending you a birthday present or other holiday present.”

“Don’t lie,” Anarka shot back with heat. “That man didn’t recognize his son and had no idea how to interact with him.” The assistant looked to the side.

“I will admit that Jagged isn’t as in touch as he should be. But he has always tried to send gifts it's just that he doesn’t know how to moderate. Some of the gifts he has attempted to give were a bit… over the top.” The assistant explained while trying to calm down the situation. Anarka though didn’t want to calm down.

“Oh, so he can’t take care of the children he had with me but is willing to take care of some random person’s child. What did he have a child with someone else?” The woman attempted to look at said girl only to blink as they were no longer there. “Where is she!” Anger turned to panic. There was no way the girl could have left through the plank/exit so that left only one way for them to have left.

“MARINETTE!” Penny seemed to have had the same thought as she ran to the edge and seemed to search the water for the girl. Anarka and Luka ran to the edge before also looking for the girl. “Marinette where are you?!” The assistant questioned with panic before seeming about to jump in the water herself. Luka stopped her as he let out a sigh.

“I’ll go look for her,” The boy looked and then sighed. “I was going to give it back anyway, Wayzz Shell On!” With that, the young boy transformed into an armored green costume. “Her name is Marinette right?” Penny nodded her head while staring with wide eyes. “Alright, I’ll be right back.” With that Luka took off diving into the water.

“Who is that girl anyway?” Anarka questioned the assistant while staring at her son who was looking around before seeming to notice something and swimming in a direction. Penny let out a sigh before explaining the encounter she had with Marinette. As she began to talk the shorter woman began frowning. What neither noticed was a small hovering ball behind Penny.

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Marinette surfaced onto the edge of the river while coughing. The black-haired girl took a while to fully get herself together and let her body rest. She felt the wet clothes cling to her body while the contaminated water sloshed in her shoes. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, everything is alright.” Kaalki attempted to reassure the girl as Marinette attempted to rest her mind and body. Part of Marinette rolled over at seeing only seeing the small brown kwami but the rest of her was just so tired. “Move just a bit more onto shore okay?” Nodding the girl attempted to stand only to not have the strength. Instead, the girl crawled towards a somewhat deserted alleyway. “You are doing so good, Fillie.”

“Marinette!” A voice called out. Said girl was quick to move behind some trash and waited holding her breath. Why would anybody be looking for her? Kaalki flew into a hiding spot while the two waited. Turning the girl saw a green armored miraculous user looking around. Marinette held her breath, not so much to hide but more out of reflex but more to stay hidden. She didn’t reconize the other user and was worried. Did Mister Bug lose Wayzz’s miraculous? No, he had given it to Purple Tigress so the girl had done something with it. Her head throbbed in pain so she had just dropped the subject. “Marinette?” Marinette blinked as she finally realized that he was the one looking for her.

A brief thought tried to form only for her head to throb again. Leaving it for later the girl just laid there for a moment just trying to exist. Taking measured breaths a rumbling purr came out as she attempted to recover. Hearing some motion she saw Turtle pull out his shield and watched with some interest as the pannels moved to project a hologram. An image of Misterbug appeared and the new user spoke before the ladybug chosen could say anything. “We have a problem, one of the people the akuma is looking for has disappeared.”

“One of? I’m sorry but I’m still in route so I don’t even know who the akuma is. Well beside that they are riding around on a dragon.”

“Alright let’s meet up and we can catch up. I’m just going to look around a bit more for Marinette before heading out.” Turtle informed the other before cutting communication. “Marinette if you can hear me please come out. I don’t mean you any harm.” The boy looked around and waited for a moment before sighing. “Alright, just stay hidden. I’m sorry but I need to go and deal with the akuma.” With that, he looked around one more time, sighed then left.

“He seems very nice,” Kaalki pointed out with a smile. Marinette hummed as she kept purring. The purr actually helped her feel better. She started feeling good enough that her mind started to realize something. “Marinette, I need to tell you something. Something really important about my power.” This drew her attention and stopped a thought that had almost formed. “My power of Voyage has another part of it. A part that is very rarely used due to how specific it is. A failsafe.” Waiting for Kallki the girl attempted to figure out why Kaalki would bring something like this. “You see the guardians were worried about us kwami getting separated from our miraculous so they added a little bit extra to my miraculous. You see Voyage has the power to either allow you to either use a kwami or the kwami’s linked miraculous to telport yourself to the one of the two.”

Marinette blinked a bit in shock as she heard this. The explanation wasn’t the best but the girl think she somewhat understood. “That is interesting, but what made you bring it up?”

“Okay, well just remember what I brought up,” Kaalki softly and slowly spoke to her fillie. Marinette locked onto the kwami worried now. What was wrong? “Okay, when you transform, focus on Plagg’s miraculous then you can use it to get to him.” 

That sentence caused Marinette to freeze. Plagg, Plagg was missing? Plagg had left her? “No, no Plagg said he would never me,” The girl muttered as she held her head.

“He didn’t, he is just a little lost. We just need to go and get him,” Kaalki attempted to reassure but the girl grasped onto with everything she had.

“Kaalki, Full Gallop!” With that Marinette was pushed back and Knightmare took over. “Alright let’s get rescue our friend!” Closing her eyes Knightmare was about to head out only to pause for a second. Part of her wanted to recheck her appearance, out of a slight concern about what transforming had done to appearance. But she couldn’t wait or hesitate, they needed to get Plagg. Now. “Voy-” Part of the way through casting the ability her entire body froze. The power shifted around her in an almost uncontrolled manner. Her mind realed and shook as tried to figure out what was happening.

Was something wrong with Kaalki? Did she do something wrong when trying to activate her power. It didn’t matter though because she needed to get it under control. So doing what came naturally Knightmare reached out to grab the out of control power. The girl attempted to force the power to obey her but it only seemed to freak out more. 

Knightmare fell to her knees as she felt the energy get more out of control but forced herself not to panic. Panicing would be the worst decision so Knightmare tried to think of someway to regain control of the power that was running wild.

Running wild, that gave her an idea.

This time when she grabbed the power she didn’t attempt to force control but instead started to soothe it. Slowly but surely it started to calm down enough for her to be able to move. Taking a slow and steady breath Knightmare started walking to get her blood flowing. “I will need to ask the kwamis about what had just happened. After about two minutes of walking, running and jumping Knightmare felt reassured enough to use Kaalki’s power. “Voyage!” Doing just as the brown kwami had instructed the girl focused on her most precious iteam. The usual ring of energy formed but this time it was tinged with a bit of familiar green colour.

As the portal spun into existence the girl prepared to go through only to freeze in shock as the portal opened to show a group of wide eyed miraculous users. They were in midmotion so they couldn’t stop and thus went through the portal. Misterbug was first and fell right onto her followed by Galaren who was carrying Purple then came Turtle, Rena and a mouse user.

Knocked down the girl lost control of the portal and was then stuck under the pile. Her mind took a second to comprehend what had happened. She briefly wondered why she wasn’t feeling any pressure from the mass of bodies. Looking at Misterbug the answer became somewhat clear. The boy had braced himself and was in a plank position to keep as much weight off of the girl. Looking toward the ladybug user the girl found herself less than an inch from his face. The boy started to grow a bit red at their situation.

“Guys can you please get off of me?” Misterbug questioned with some strain. “Please, you are all heavy,” A bit of sweat started forming on face. Various noises came from the pile as they started rolling off put one noise drew her attention.

“What the heck happened? That looked like a Voyage portal.” Plagg’s voice was like a cool balm to her. “But that would mean…”

“Plagg!” Her entire focus shifted to her kwami as a smile grew on her face.

“Bread,” Plagg’s voice came out with a bit of a sad tinge. Normally Marinette would worry about why he was upset but she was just so happy to see him again. “You were supposed be resting.”

[fountainpenguin]

Fanfic Schedule News - 2024

You can find this post later in my Pinned Post links

Overview

- Fairly OddParents - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly Friday updates when ready, probably in summer. Origin and Knots are planned to alternate to show both sides of the war, but can be read independently. - WordGirl - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly updates when ready, but lower priority than FOP. I'd like to post a few one-shots in spring and summer. - MCYT - Weekly Tuesday updates (Dog's Life until Chapter 30, then other 'fics while Dog's Life is on break). I'm also posting on Friday, but am moving towards posting on Sunday. - Total Drama - I'm not writing new content for the TD fandom, but I have 40+ 'fics I posted on FFN, but not AO3. Now that many are 10 years old, I'd like to archive some on AO3. - Every year I say I want to post my Mario drafts, but... I don't think 2024 will be that year. We will see.

Fandom-Specific Series

I post 'fics under my AO3 account, FountainPenguin.

If you'd like to get notifications for new works but don't want to follow me as a user, consider subscribing to some fandom-specific series:

Fairly OddParents

130 Station - All pieces in the 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash series.

These are further broken down into "Trains" (Ex: Main cast, Anti-Fairies, Pixies, shippy stuff, etc.) - Find info HERE

Notable pieces that are not 130 Prompts include Origin of the Pixies, Frayed Knots, Come What May, and Reedfilter Rules, which may be best subscribed to individually- They do not have a series at this time.

WordGirl

Heroes' Journey - Stuff about WordGirl and Huggy learning to share Fair City with Kid Math

28 Million Degrees - Character studies

MCYT - Not RPF, but the 4th Wall is very thin

Pixels Imperfect - Pixel people (who are all mob hybrids) live in a server hub and roleplay with their friends. Lots of interpersonal and social drama mixed with humor.

Neighborhood Watch AU - A serious take on the Life series lore and mechanics, ft. a semi-medieval world where the first 5 Life seasons take place in a single timeline.

Roundabout - Misc. MCYT content

These pages also have links to character relationship series.

Total Drama

Riddle's Drama - Total Drama 'fics I wrote 2013-2016.

These are also on my FFN, where I cross-post my FOP and WordGirl content as well.

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Fairly OddParents

I'm working on a buffer for Origin of the Pixies and Frayed Knots chapters so they can alternate during the war. At the moment I'm posting content for other fandoms, but once the buffer is ready, these will roll out weekly. Hopefully by summer.

- Origin is caught up and ready for the war meeting next chapter, so we're just wrapping up Anti-Cosmo's school and relationship drama in Knots :) - We're in the era of 2016 draft chapters, so it's a combo of "Lots of stuff is already written" and "Lots of stuff needs to be updated."

Origin and Knots will update on Fridays when the time is right (alternating weeks).

The 130 Prompts wrapped up Arc 2 in December and is on hiatus.

If you missed the Arc 2 finale, check out "Grudge"- It's about Happy Peppy Gary and Crocker striking a dangerous deal and I think it's cute :)

Ideally, I'd like to finish the whole Come What May draft before I post more chapters (so we don't have more of these long lurches between chapters), and Reedfilter Rules is in a similar boat.

Origin and Knots are my priority, but once Come What May starts, I'd like to do weekly or bi-weekly updates until it's done.

WordGirl

Factor It In - I'm very happy with how the story has come out so far. It's fully outlined, but this is a "serious and fluffy" story and I've been on a "silly and angsty" streak lately, so the mood isn't there.

- I'd like to circle back to it soon, but don't want to post more chapters until I have a nice buffer. - I'd like to post again in autumn 2024 and keep up weekly updates for several months. Origin and Knots are higher priority, but I really like this story and look forward to more.

I have some WordGirl one-shot drafts I've been sitting on for months. I haven't been satisfied with them enough to post, but you might see them soon as I finalize them. There's no schedule for these, but they include:

- Local alien girl is SO brave about Rex's problems while they lie in the grass discussing love and culture - Local alien boy loses his fawn spots, comes of age, and hits up Hal Hardbargain for alien-strength deodorant - Character study for Victor Best (My horrible son) - Character study for pre-series Rex living on Hexagon (My somehow more horrible son) - Other drafts from 2018 that need polish

I so desperately want to show the world my "Hopelessly romantic life planner since he was born" x "She can't commit to anything including this" marriage of convenience superhero drama... He's oblivious... She's dying inside... He is so embarrassing... Do u understand my vision?

MCYT

- Dog's Life Session 2 will end with Chapter 30. I've finished up to Chapter 28 and just need to tweak the remaining chapters. It will then be on hiatus for a few months while I work on the Session 3 buffer and other projects.

Edit - Session 2 will actually be 37 chapters, so another month

Expecting 4 to 5 months of hiatus from regular updates with some intermission chapters a few weeks apart (Full moon arc, my beloved). I have 'fics I look forward to posting (including new multi-chapters that already have nice buffers and will post weekly), so there will be plenty of MCYT content, but it seemed wise to leave Dog's Life on break to avoid burnout. I hope you enjoy these new stories! When Dog's Life returns, it'll be with weekly updates for several months as per usual :)

My "first half of 2024" goal is to close out as many of my existing MCYT multi-chapters as I can. Thank you for your patience with multi-chapters that have slow updates- I plan to finish them soon :)

I recently completed For Sale: Bird Wings (Never Worn) with weekly updates and am on track to finish One and a Half Birds with weekly Friday updates.

After this, I would like to finish the last 2 to 3 chapters of Criminal Experience (which has always had Friday updates as well). I don't want to post the next chapter until I nail down the story's end, so there's been a delay, but I'm glad I've wrapped up other multi-chapters and I look forward to finishing this soon.

After this, I plan to post MCYT content Tuesdays and Sundays, leaving Fridays for my other fandoms.

What's on Tuesdays?

At the moment, Dog's Life for 7 more weeks. Session 2 ends with Chapter 30 on April 9th.

Edit: Chapter 37 on May 28th

I've started new multi-chapters while chasing inspiration bursts, but I held back from posting them, so now I have buffers for those. I look forward to sharing them throughout 2024. Two notable ones are:

- Chalaza - Quick story about Martyn arriving in New Star Station. Bdubs voice study, some practice writing short scenes, and this is the story that helped me nail down pixel person anatomy. ^ Highlights include Bdubs trotting around with Martyn's dissolved soul in a fishbowl and regaling Etho with tales of how the Phantom Dragon carries phantom hybrids in her mouth. Also, Martyn hides under Etho's couch for 4 days. - Herobrine's Guide to the Between Dimension - A meta story about my Between lore, hybrid anatomy, and hybrid culture. No plot, but I think it's fun.

These are expected to post Tuesdays while Dog's Life is on break :)

What's on Sundays?

At the moment, nothing- I'm posting on Fridays (weekly updates to One and a Half Birds for the next several weeks).

I've also got a draft called "Scar's Castle" that's about Grian doing chores during 3rd Life... we'll see if that turns out nice.

Now that Secret Life is over, I've been able to do more worldbuilding and story planning for Neighborhood Watch AU. I plan to post some one-shots soon. Highlights include:

"Goodchild Oscar" - Oscar Goodchild's lovely parents put out a hit on his soulmate. He drags Grian around the Hearts Club Ball in his attempts to thwart it. Title's subject to change, but this is a fun one :) "They Never Found the Desert" - Local Green Life parrot can't get Red Life soulmate motivated for anything. Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Ethograms, Etho Slab, and Something About Ethics (Probably)" - Joel studies wolves... and the single(?) dad who keeps coming around with his kids.

I've also been working on the big multi-chapter for this universe, which centers around the Clocker family: Arsenic Waltz. It's fully outlined and I'm 5 chapters into the buffer, but it doesn't feel "fun" to read yet, so... Hmm.

- If anyone wants to beta read the first 10k words where Martyn arrives at the Clocker residence and meets his soulmate Cleo for the first time, lmk? Been struggling with the pacing of action vs. world lore for months and it'd be nice to get outside thoughts. - My plan was to start posting in April after Dog's Life ends, but it might need more time. With weekly updates, it should finish in December or January, but I'd like a nice buffer first. Possibly, this story will start in the summer and end in early 2025.

EDIT - I ended up killing all these darlings and moving them to a separate story, which will be released at a later time. The pacing was just not working :)

Additional multi-chapters to wrap up:

Closed Door Policy - Can't finish until Criminal Experience is done. Will post Tuesdays or Sundays as appropriate (Expecting 2 or 3 more chapters).

Dear Future Captain - Waiting for Dog's Life to catch up to this part of the timeline (Between Sessions 4 and 5?) - I like my draft for Chapter 3, but I'd rather wrap up other stories first.

With Acid In Your Eyes - Outlined and expecting 10 chapters. This is a high-tension story I was excited for, but it's on the backburner while finalizing lore, social dynamics, and plot points. It was ambitious to post this one before things were solid, but I look forward to returning when I'm ready :)

If you're interested in being a beta reader for any of my work, you can get in touch. I've not worked with beta readers in fanfic before, but if you're interested, we can talk about it!

Thanks for reading! Happy 2024!

[chemblrish]

Hello !

I love your account so much I love the subject but I am unable to score well which has lead to develop some negative feelings sooo

I just wanted to ask if you will be able to provide some resource / video / reference anything to understand these two topics:

Equilibrium in specific Ionic equilibrium ( ionisation constants , buffer solution , common ion effect in focus )

Thermodynamics i.e the different kinds of bond dissociation energies

its not like I don't get the topics but more like I am not crystal clear with them which leads to not being able to solve questions

Hello! Let's see what I can do.

Chemistry: Molecules, Matter, and Change (Jones, Atkins) has a whole chapter on solution chemistry. It's a gen chem textbook intended for uni first-years and if you can get your hands on it, I recommend it for studying chemistry in general. It has practice problems at the end of every chapter too which is very helpful when there's an issue with solving questions.

Online textbook (namely chem.libretexts which is like a library of chemistry textbooks and which I also recommend as I use it myself!):

Ionization Constants

Aqueous Ionic Equilibrium

Videos:

Buffer solutions

Common ion effect and buffers just in case you haven't raided Khan Academy's channel yet

The acids and bases playlist (ditto; these are pretty old videos jsyk but I think the explanations are good)

And if I may offer a piece of advice as well: sometimes it just so happens that we read a chapter, think, "Okay, I get it!", move on to solving problems and realize we actually don't really get it. And sometimes, in this situation, it's helpful to just leave the topic whatsoever for a day or two (but not longer!), study something else in the meantime, then return to the problematic topic with a fresh outlook. Because either that new information "settled" in our brain and suddenly we find ourselves with a much better understanding of the topic OR we can now clearly identify our weak points where our knowledge is lacking and therefore holding us back. Oftentimes, in this case, working through the chapter in question once more can be enough.

If that doesn't work for you, I hope these resources will. If you have any specific questions about these topics, also feel free to hmu again!

And please, don't be too hard on yourself. I know it's easier said than done, but focusing on grades more than on the joy of studying an interesting subject is a self-esteem killer. You'll get to where you need to be. Struggling sometimes says nothing about your capabilities!

[sweetlilbird]

Hey guys, I feel like I need to be honest with you all.

I'm sure you've noticed (or maybe not) that I've been having a pretty sparse upload schedule of my fics. It was definitely NOT intentional; in May of last year, I made a huge, unexpected move hours away to protect myself from my transphobic parents. It was hard - I was broke (tbh I still am) and emotionally drained. If it weren't for my boyfriend and his family, I don't think I would be here today. As a result, I wasn't able to write as much. I think I uploaded a chapter that I had pre-written at that time, and then practically disappeared. I'm still really sorry for leaving you all with cliff hangers like that. Life is still incredibly busy for me even now, I just started school again to hopefully finish my bachelor's degree and it's been nice, but college is very exhausting. During this summer, I was able to write a few chapters as a buffer, but I struggled with finding the time to edit and post. I also had the unforeseen issue of struggling to write a female reader insert as I started to transition...I know, a weird thing to be dysphoric about, but I've mostly gotten over that.

Apologies for rambling, but the main purpose of the post is to explain what this all means for my current and future fics.

Well, for Where the Daffodils Grow and And The June Bugs Sing, it doesn't mean very much. I'm slowly coming back to writing for the first fic, and I don't plan on resuming the other fic until I have completely written WTDG. That doesn't mean I'll be waiting until it's all posted - I've been keeping up with some buffer chapters, just in case I do get too busy one week and I'm unable to write for some reason. As of right now, I have about 4 (including the one I'll be posting this week) buffer chapters written. In the plot line, we actually only have one arc left after this (which is exciting and scary! ahh), and once it's completed I will begin to post for ATJBS.

For my future fics (and regarding All of The Stars):

I will no longer be writing exclusively female (or woman presenting) reader inserts. I know this may be a bummer for most of my readers, and I can't apologize enough for that. My focus will be primarily on trans masc, non-binary, and gender neutral readers from now on. If I include smut, they may still be AFAB, but I will also write for AMAB readers as well. This is mainly because of the huge lack in gender neutral/male reader inserts. As for how All of The Stars relates to this, the reader will no longer be female and I am actually shifting it to be a specifically trans masc reader. Again, I apologize to my readers who were really looking forward to that fic, I hope you'll still enjoy the writing, even if you can't really insert yourself too much into it anymore.

Whew, okay, now that all of the important info is out of the way, I can properly thank you all. From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely thank every single one of you for reading my fics, commenting and leaving kudos. I still go back and read every single comment that anyone has left for me! Even if I don't respond (which I am so bad at responding, sorry!), know that I still read them and they all make me smile. I look forward to everyone's reactions to the rest of Where The Daffodils Grow, as well as the new fics that I have planned! If you guys have any questions at all, feel free to send an ask or message me. I will try to respond as quickly as I can.

Seriously, you guys are the best!

With love, sweetlilbird

[ofstormsandfire]

hi it's me again. camp nano is Going, in that I did not account for "need to edit chapters before posting because I'm a bit of a perfectionist" and consequently am sitting on like two chapters of the beat of a long-dead heart, a bloodborne fic where I unceremoniously punted lady maria of the astral clocktower out of being a boss and into being the protagonist. (she is deeply unhappy about this turn of events.)

it was three before like an hour ago though.

and now y'all get Chapter 3: the new beast is isolation!

(that took. a bit longer than I thought to edit. whoops. happens.)

also I technically beat camp nano in that my unedited draft is over 50k, and my goal for the month was over 50k, unfortunately I'm an overachiever and have decided to keep writing as normal on this until the month ends and then largely switch gears back to tboyl. (if how long it took me to edit this one is any indication, I'll have more than enough buffer here, probably, and if not y'all can laugh at me facing the consequences of my actions.)

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million

damian wayne x reader x jon kent  - ch.1

(A/N): The plot of this is mostly based off of a trip I took a little over a year ago, though there are liberties taken further on. And my memory is kinda sucky so take any airport lingo with a grain of salt. Also, thanks to @glorified-red for helping me outline this while I was heading to the same place this year and also for being my beta reader. 

This is fully written and has been for two months so hopefully I'll post a chapter a week or so? I am also posting this from hawaii so here's hoping a) I get new fic material and b) i've converted the time zone correctly and this posts late EST. 

If you saw this posted yesterday, no you didn’t. Posting across time zones is hard

wc: ~2300

warnings: plane travel; anxiety

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Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you stepped off the tram. Above your head, the sign read Terminal B in large letters. The people ahead as you stepped onto the escalator were a couple with matching, brightly colored, floral-patterned carry-ons. 

The notification was a text from the airline. You skimmed it as you walked towards your gate, weaving in and out of internal airport traffic. We're ready to board your flight to Gotham (GHM) at Gate B6 and look forward to seeing you soon! The text was right below the one telling you about yet another delay. A quick check of the time declared that making any detours would cut your arrival at the gate a little close. 

“Worth the risk,” you decided for yourself. “Let's go.” 

The escalator opened into the middle of your terminal, a dozen gates from your destination. Even though the airport you were in was spread out massively, you weren’t too worried. Your boarding group wouldn’t even get on the plane for probably another ten minutes, so you ducked into the nearest restroom before crossing to your gate. 

The time in red on your boarding pass caught your eye. 70 minutes late, it read. Any other day, a delay would have been an inconvenience. This time, the buffer actually ended up being beneficial. You needed it when trying to catch a connecting flight—the second of two on your way home—after one already delayed. Your eye caught on a pretzel stand further down the terminal. You could almost taste the pretzels; it had been a while since breakfast. The usual delicious smells were covered by the perpetual airport scent of stale air and commercial cleaner. If you wanted to get close, you’d have to cross the foot traffic. The voice over the loudspeaker curtailed that hope quickly by announcing your boarding group. You sighed. Next time. 

The boarding line was long and you silently thanked yourself for checking a larger suitcase as your primary luggage. Your only current accompaniment was your airline declared “personal item.” There was no way there would be spots for any hypothetical carry-on by the time you got on board. As if to agree with you, the airline employees over the speakers nudged passengers once again to check their carry-ons. 

Like always, it took longer than it rationally should have for people to display their boarding passes and continue into the enclosed boarding bridge. Your chest squeezed as your seat flashed on the screen. The only seat available and in your budget had been a “B”: a middle seat in the back of the plane. Middle seats were the worst, especially when traveling alone. Too often you’d found yourself next to men (and even women, sometimes) that made you extremely uncomfortable.

You scanned the numbers above the seats as the line in front of you blundered along. Someone’s carry-on bag almost smacked you in the face before the line cleared enough for you to be able to see your row. Your heart sank just a little bit when you spotted the two heads in the A and C seats. No hope for an empty seat on this flight, then. 

When you stepped closer, you could see two men—young adults and not older men, you realized, thank goodness—conversing with each other, both tilted into the middle seat. You hoped, privately, that they didn’t know each other well, if only so they wouldn’t be talking right through you the entire flight. 

“Excuse me,” you said, stopping in front of the row, “I have the middle seat.” 

The boys sat back. The one in the window seat had olive skin and dark wavy hair cropped close on the side, dripping down across his forehead and over his eyes. The other, with lighter skin and fluffy dark hair, stood to let you in. You had to take half a step back to let him out. He was tall. And pretty. Nope, Shut Up, brain. You pushed the thought into the back of your mind; he could be the most homophobic person you’ve ever met, how would you know? 

“Sorry about that, go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” You smiled at the boy before sliding clumsily into the row and landing heavily in the middle seat. You shoved your bag under the seat in front of you and sat up stiffly, shoulders pulled into yourself. The seatbelt dug uncomfortably into your thigh. Silently , you shifted, sliding on the smooth airplane seat, to free it. A few minutes passed in awkward silence as the rest of the passengers boarded. Your headphones were down in the bag you’d just squished under the seat. Was it really worth it to grab them now? Yes, you decided, leaning down to maneuver them out of your bag. The fluffy haired boy spoke across the seats. 

“Damian, I can’t get the app downloaded.” 

You sat back up slowly, chest constricting again. They did know each other. 

The boy in the window seat—Damian apparently—looked up from where his head had been bowed over a book. You couldn’t really make out the words scribbled in the margins, but both the text and the handwritten notes looked like something in the Arabic language family. He put his arm out and the other boy reached across you to place his phone into the outstretched hand. 

“You need to turn on your cellular data for the app store. There’s no internet here.” His voice was low in pitch and quiet. The kind people listened to. Window Seat Boy (it felt weird calling him Damian even if you knew his name) easily unlocked the phone—a red-cased, beat up iPhone—and started rifling through settings. 

The other boy turned his attention to you and you gave an awkward smile. 

“I kinda just realized that it’s probably really annoying to be in the middle of us so did you want to switch with me? Like so every time we talk to each other you’re not in the middle?” 

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. The offer was unexpected, but he looked genuine. You didn’t want to wait for him to potentially change his mind. 

“Yeah, um, that would be good—if you’re okay with that?” 

“Oh yeah I don’t care. I don’t fly like this often enough to have a seat preference. But sitting in the middle of two strangers would probably not be it.” 

Your response huff of involuntary laughter surprised you. He seemed sweet. Your guard dropped a little bit as he stood up in the now empty aisle to let you out. You pulled your bag out from under the seat in front of you and dropped both it and your jacket on the now vacated seat before sliding out and standing up yourself. 

“After you.” You gestured to the empty seat. He shot you a grin before maneuvering more awkwardly than you thought possible into the middle seat. 

“These are so cramped. How do people fly like this?” he muttered, then accepted his phone back from Window Seat Boy. You felt a smile tug at your lips, shoving your backpack under the seat as you sat back down.

“It’s the lack of legroom that gets me. There’s barely enough space for my bag, much less my feet.” 

Now, Middle Seat Boy turned to look at you. His eyes—shining from behind black rectangular frames—were a startling crystal blue. A smile spread across his face and you felt your chest squeeze for a different reason this time. You didn’t even have it in you to reprimand your brain; it really was a pretty smile. 

“Yeah I don’t get it. How is this supposed to be comfortable?” 

“It’s not supposed to be comfortable,” you said, “it’s supposed to make the airlines money.” 

There was a soft huff from Window Seat Boy and Middle Seat Boy’s grin widened. He extended his hand, elbow pressed awkwardly against his torso, before seemingly deciding against it and putting it back down. 

“I’m Jon. And this is Damian.” He gestured to the boy next to him, whose face was once again buried in his book. Damian—now using his name felt less like an intrusion and more like decent politeness—gave a brief nod as he was introduced. 

You stuck your hand out and Jon let out a small laugh as he took it. 

You appreciated that he repeated your name back to you when you gave it to him. Most people just barreled on with their misunderstood pronunciations. 

“Are you heading home?” Jon looked actually interested in your answer. 

You debated for a moment before deciding to be honest. There were over a million people living in Gotham.  

“Yeah, heading back. This is my connecting flight to get home. How about you guys?” 

Jon glanced back at Damian before answering. Damian stayed invested in his book. “He’s from Gotham and I’m going back with him so technically, yeah.” 

“Work trip? Or a personal one?” 

Jon opened his mouth then closed it without saying anything. “Kinda work yeah. We missed our,” he paused as if searching for a word, “original flight so now we’re here.” 

You nodded your head understandingly. 

“Oh that sucks. Hope you weren’t delayed too long.” 

Jon hesitated, wincing as he stretched out his left arm. 

“We weren’t, technically. Was hoping not to have to fly like this, though.” 

You shrugged. 

“This is my usual airline so I don’t have much to say about that.” 

Jon found that funnier than you expected, but you felt a smile crawl across your face as he laughed. The crackle of the intercom interrupted whatever he was about to say. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. Thank you all for your patience this afternoon. As you know, weather delays kept the plane from arriving here on time and we are happy to finally have you on board. My apologies for the delay in takeoff. There’s been a slight mechanical issue, but we should get it all straightened out in the next twenty minutes so just sit tight. Thank you for your cooperation” 

You sighed heavily, eyes rolling.

“Of course there is.” 

Jon’s worried expression snapped to you. 

“What?” 

Your eyebrows scrunched down in confusion. 

“'What' what?” 

“You said 'of course there is'. Of course there’s what?”

You felt your shoulders relax. 

“Oh, another delay. Almost every plane I take on my own has some sort of delay. Like my last flight was an hour and fifteen minutes behind. And now this one. I just want to go home, you know? I’m exhausted.” 

Jon slumped in his chair. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He looked exhausted, you realized, eyes decorated with underbags and body slouched into his seat. He was also wearing two sweaters, even though the plane was more warm than chilly. 

“Are you okay?” 

Jon shrugged, smiling. 

“I haven’t uh—I haven’t gotten enough sun recently but yeah.” 

You let out a small huh of understanding and looked out the window open across the aisle from you. It was dark out despite the fact that the sun hadn’t quite set. He wasn’t native to Gotham, you remembered. Cloudy days are the default there, but you knew a couple people who could never make it in Gotham just for that reason. 

It felt weird to put in your headphones and tune out the boy next to you now. Usually, you wouldn’t have thought twice, but you liked him and didn’t want to block him out. Instead, you tucked the headphones back in and pulled a craft project out of your bag, continuing the row of stitches you were on when you put it down at your first gate early in the morning. 

After a moment, you looked up to see Jon watching you. 

“Whatcha making?” He asked, eyes tracing the pattern of your project. You paused, hands stilling mid-stitch.

“Nothing specific really. Just something to pass the time. It’s a pattern I found online a little while back. I kinda enjoy the time on planes and the like that force me to not watch something. Even though technically there’s in-flight entertainment, there’s not too much I enjoy so I’d rather read or something, you know?” You completed the stitch, eyes flicking back to Jon as you tugged it tight. Jon’s head tilted to the side. You had to stop yourself from smiling at the movement. It was cute, a little bit like a puppy. 

“In-flight entertainment?” 

“Like movies and TV shows, whatever the airline puts on it. You didn’t know that?” Jon shook his head. “How often do you fly?” Jon’s eyes widened. For a moment you thought you’d offended him. “I’m not judging you or anything I just—”

“No! No, you didn’t. I don’t…take airplanes much.” 

“Ok well there’s a whole selection of movies on the app, if you have that. This plane has some TV channels,” you said, gesturing to his TV. It was streaming a basketball game, same as most of the others around you. You’d turned yours off before continuing on your project. A quick glance at Damian’s revealed that his was also turned off. “But there’s a better selection of stuff on the app and then you can connect your bluetooth or whatever headphones to your phone and watch with those.” You pulled your phone from your pocket, opening the app and navigating to the entertainment section. 

“See?” You hit the button for the ‘view all’ list and turned the phone to Jon. “You can’t do anything with it unless you’re on the plane but since we are, here it is.” 

Jon pulled out his phone and navigated to the same page you were on, then started scrolling down. 

“This one’s okay but I feel like I’ve seen it a thousand times.” He tilted the phone towards you, display open to a movie from a few months ago. 

“Oh, I meant to see that movie but never got to. Do you recommend it?” 

Jon returned to the main page and shrugged. 

“I think you can do better.” 

You smiled, stuffing your project back into your bag in favor of scrolling through the movie list yourself. 

“Let’s see what they’ve got.”

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Part 3 - Chapter 52 - Home Is Where The Heart Is

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Hellllloooooo!!! A little later than usual but I had work so here we are now! A little over three years in the making and we have reached the end of part 3. What kind of welcome can Izuku expect from his dorm mates? Let's find out!

Linktree to all the things!

End notes for the chapter are under the line.

And that's a wrap!

Poor Izuku is still so nervous of rejection but his friends are good eggs and are sticking to him! Especially Shouto. ;) Who is now sort of in the know about One For All. Still hush hush but enough to keep an eye on him. Gotta protect the green bean!

Izuku finally got to find out about the 'personal project' research. I dunno. Just a tiny little side plot I thought was silly. :P But manga can be informative at times! Oh and my favorite series ever is Hana Kimi (english title) or Hanazakari no Kimitachi e ( 花ざかりの君たちへ , はなざかりのきみたちへ ) which I had to learn the Japanese titles so the students knew what the hell I was talking about. XD I have the complete series in both English and Japanese. There's are also several live action shows for it. Omg and I just found out it's getting an anime!!! Yuuuuuusssss!!! Seriously excited for that. ^_____________________^ Anywho, highly recommended.

Btw, I had so much fun with flirty Shouto even if half the time it's on accident. I can see him becoming super confident now that he knows Izuku likes him back. The flirty fluffy barrier has been broken. ;)

Nezu is scheming again! I am still figuring out when exactly the Endeavor take down will be but we'll get there. Promise. -hopefully...I'll try my best- Always a work in progress with that!

And that is all for this chapter! Wow, this ongoing journey has really been something. Alrighty, with this being the end of part 3, I'll be going on hiatus to build up my buffer for part 4. Then once I feel like I have enough, I'll post an author's note chapter to announce when I post the first chapter of part 4. Same as the last two times. No definite timeline for how long but I will be back. Next up will be going into the Overhaul arc. It's going to be fun. ;) Thank you for your continued readerships, my dear readers, and keep calm and carry on. I'm not done with Izuku yet. Tata!