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shesjustanothergeek · 10 months

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Twenty-Seven

Masterlist of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: I just wanted to start by saying thank you, and I'm sorry. Life has been so hectic these past few weeks. I met a guy, and we dated. Then we broke up, celebrated my birthday, got another job added to my current one, and got invited to parties while trying to care for myself, which is already a struggle. It may take some time, but this story will be finished! Everything is planned out; I have to write it. I promise!

Chapter Warnings: Misogyny, sexism, blood supremacy, the iconic dinner scene.

After the much-awaited arrival of your family came, it quickly went. The Keep was a buzz with a tense thickness of worry for what would come. With the petition of Vaemond Velaryon for the Driftwood throne and the other faction of Targaryen's appearing, the Lords and Ladies of the Court were anxious. The last time the entirety of the House of The Dragon was together, a Prince was maimed, and a Princess was cut, creating an irreparable divide.

You thought nothing of it. The court was always tense in your presence. What was the added chance of another physical confrontation?

Rhaenyra had sent you to fetch your brothers, saying she needed a moment to gather her bearings after being away for so long. You bid her farewell as you strolled along the stone halls, already having a place in mind for where the troublesome duo could be.

As you suspected, the boys were in the training yard, Jace enthusiastically wielding a short sword and showcasing a prideful stance to Luke. Rolling your eyes, you descended the stone steps, focusing on not tripping as your brothers approached a crowd of cheering onlookers. You had your suspicions of who would be within the circle, cautiously hurrying your slippered feet.

Just as you were moments away from pulling Luke, a smooth timber carried throughout the yard.

"Nephews, have you come to train?" the One-Eyed Prince asked. You knew the query was rhetorical, swiftly pushing yourself between your brothers and taking their hands.

You challenged Aemond with the firm line of your mouth, an arched brow within your hard stare. Before either of you could think to do something foolish, the thundering creak of the courtyard doors opened, revealing Lord Vaemond and his entourage of blue-grey seahorse banners.

Instinctively, you put Lucerys behind you, the sword Daemon gifted you hidden beneath your cloak of crimson and black. Both your brothers clutched at your hand as if it were the only thing keeping them from withering under their Great Uncle's stare, and perhaps it was. You heard a chuckle from behind, your head quickly snapping at Aemond to fix him with a stern look.

"Come, brothers," you announced, tugging their larger fists in yours, "let us find Mother before we must attend this farce."

Jace and Luke followed solemnly behind. The elder hunched over with a wrinkled brow, the younger desperately clinging onto you like a babe to its rattle.

***

The Great Hall was bustling with the sounds of anxious voices. All the court members were gathered in a display of what you could only think to be an attempt at public embarrassment by the Greens. Petitions such as these only required some of the Lords and Ladies to be in attendance, yet here they were, making a chilled and open space incredibly stuffy and small.

The Iron Throne stood imposing with its presence, the swords of Aegon the Conquerer's enemies smelted into a seat that could cut those who came too close to its rug of pointed metal.

Your Father was conversing with Rhaenyra, his strong fists clasped over his stomach, leaning into your Mother's ear. Lucerys was at her side, his slender fingers picking at each other as he cowered beneath his cloak. Rhaena and Jace were beside you, and you glanced at your half-sister, her white hair knotted into thick, cylindrical locks piled atop her head. She nodded toward your brother, and you stepped forward, wrapping an arm around his more petite body.

He tried not to show how your gentle actions comforted him, subtly leaning into your side as the announcement for the petition commenced.

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds," Otto Hightower spoke, his voice booming across the Great Hall, "we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As the Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters." You couldn't help but roll your eyes, removing your arm from your brother and replacing it with your palm. "The Crown will now hear the petitions."

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, the sense of someone watching your movements too closely to be fleeting. Aegon's violet eyes were trained on you and your connection with your brother; his lips curved into a frown. You brought Luke tighter into your side, fighting the urge to get him into your chest as a mother would, only to spite Aegon. The Prince could no longer stand the infuriating sight of you holding someone so close and trained his darkened eyes on the floor.

"Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon," the Hand spoke, announcing the challenger to the room.

The man who caused this stepped forward, dressed in a rich velvet doublet of deep navy, nearly black, and sparing a glance to the wife of Lord Corlys, the Queen Who Never Was, Princess Rhaenys.

"My Queen," he greeted with a nod, "my Lord Hand."

Luke bristled beneath your touch at his Great Uncle's voice, retreating further into his cloak.

"The history of our noble houses extends past the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Valaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Old Valyria, our House became the last of their kind." You glanced at your Mother while Vaemond droned eloquently, her gaze downcast with a disapproving smirk. "Our forebears came to this land, knowing they were to fail; it would be the end of their bloodlines and name."

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Princess Rhaenys, her stare boring holes into the back of her good brother's skull. Your worries that the Queen Who Never Was would not side with your Lucerys and his claim vanished as you noted the anger on her face, the fury at Vaemond's claim that he had the right to be Lord of the Tides and not her, as if her rule during Corlys' absence meant that the Driftwood Throne was not in safe hands.

"I have spent my entire life on defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys' closest kin, his own blood," the second son petitioned.

Otto stared at the man with a neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed his genuine emotions. Arrogance and pride shine through. "It's a true, unimpeachable blood of the House of Velaryon that runs through my veins."

"As it does in my son's, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon," your Mother interrupted, causing everyone in the room to direct their attention to her.

You sucked in a nervous breath, your gaze flickering to Rhaenyra as you gnawed on your lip. She knew better than to interrupt during a petition to the King. Perhaps since it wasn't her Father, she felt the ability to speak out of turn was appropriate. Even the daughter of the King shouldn't be allowed such liberties.

"If you cared so much about your House's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition-"

"You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra," the Queen interrupted, causing your simmering anger to spike into a rolling boil. "Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."

You understood Queen Alicent's opinion but couldn't quell the rise of frustrated tears at her words. It was not her place to order your Mother. She was a wife to the King; she held no real power, and remembering that would do her well.

Ser Vaemond turned to stare smugly at Rhaenyra, continuing with his rant of blood purity and superiority. "What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it."

A tugging at your dress sleeve brought your attention to Luke, swiftly nodding that you were all right as he stroked the back of your white knuckles. Your hand long forgetting its comforting touch as it blanched from ire.

"This is about the future and survival of my House, not yours," Vaemond finished, staring hard at your brother as he cringed.

You did not let the Lord frighten him for long, standing in front of Luke like the moat of iron spikes surrounding Maegor's Holdfast. You came face to face with Ser Vaemond for the first time in your life, his facial hair a mix of salt and pepper from the decades of life he held above you. You were still determining if you could best him in a battle of swords. Yes, you were skilled, but you were not a fool.

The Lord turned from you, his prideful grin duller as he addressed the Queen and Hand. "This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my House and line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor," Vaemond finally concluded, taking a few steps back, "the Lord of Driftmark-the Lord of The Tides."

"Thank you, Ser Vaemond," Otto announced, the second son giving one last sneer toward your family.

With the retreating of the Lord, you were given the perfect view of the Green children, the eldest still very much disinterested in what was happening around him, shifting on his feet as if he was itching to leave the room, which you supposed was true. The second child was attempting to dissociate from the world around her, uncomfortable with the animosity between the two houses, her golden dress the opposite of her appearance. The third and final member seemed to match his Mother and Grandsire, an air of superiority radiating from his toned body.

"Princess Rhaenyra," the Hand called, "you may now speak for your son, Prince Lucerys Velaryon."

Your Mother approached before the steps of the Iron Throne, her body language openly depicting her ire at the whole matter. Her complete disregard for the seriousness of the situation caused you to crack a smile, looking at Luke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"If I am forced to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding this court that nearly twenty years ago in this very room-"

Rhaenyra's words were cut short by the creaking of hinges, the grand doors to the Great Hall opening to reveal the rhythmic tapping of a cane.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of The Andals, the Roynar, The First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

Gasps were heard collectively around the large room, your Mother turning to see her Father in public for the first time in years. Lord Vaemond watched the King of The Seven Kingdoms as he hobbled across the great expanse of the throne room, a golden mask covering the right side of his face.

You recalled that nearly a year ago, there was only a tiny sore on his cheek, such a minuscule gash that festered and grew to eat away at his flesh until you could see the rotting teeth within his skull. Tears pricked at your eyes as you listened to the steady tapping of your Grandsire's cane, your heart unable to watch the hunched figure. You knew it was only time until Viserys became the Lepers you saw within the slums of Flea Bottom as a girl, but your memories did not serve the disease any justice. It was worse than you could have imagined.

The Hand seemed more shocked than any. His stoic face of pride morphed into one of stunned surprise as your Grandsire made his way to the bottom steps of the Iron Throne.

"I will sit the throne today," the King rasped, his entire weight resting on the dragon head of his walking stick.

"Your Grace," Otto acknowledged reluctantly, taking his place next to his daughter and her children.

A kingsguard quickly rushed to the side of his ruler, briefly assisting before Viserys weakly shoved him away. You couldn't watch this, watch someone once so full of joy and love for his kin struggle to walk the stairs of his ancestors.

The sound of fallen metal echoed in the room, bringing your attention upward. Your Grandsire's Crown had fallen onto the stairs before the throne as a quiet grunt of discontent puffed past his chapped lips. Daemon was behind his brother before anyone was the wiser, assisting the last remnants of his late parents' love to his ruling seat and placing the golden Crown of Jaehaerys on the remaining tatters of silver hair.

Luke tugged your hand at your side, making you lift your gaze from the floor to him. "Sister, you're crying," he whispered just below the shell of your ear. You nodded silently, whipping away the stray water that collected on your warm cheeks.

"I must admit my confusion," your Grandsire spoke, his frail voice reverberating through the high walls of the hall. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession." You did not need to look at Vaemond to see his outrage. You could sense it from where you stood twenty paces away, your tears slowly drying as you gazed at the disappointed Queen. "The only one present who might offer keener insights into Lord Corlys' wishes is the Princess Rhaenys."

Everyone turned to the woman as she processed her cousin's words. "Indeed, Your Grace," she nodded, taking a moment to look at her brother-in-law.

Eyes followed the Queen Who Never Was as she spoke, her voice so smooth and elegant you felt envy for it at the back of your mind. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark passes through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son, Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed."

The collection of emotions within the room was a whirlpool. Anger, betrayal, shock, and relief whirled around the Great Hall like the beating of a dragon's wings. Ser Vaemond was fuming, indignant at his good sister's words. He was a true Velaryon, not his bastard nephew born of a harlot disguised as a Princess. Rhaenyra Targaryen dishonored his family and the realm with her illegitimate offspring, parading them as pure. He would not stand for this. Vaemond's blood was thick, and it ran true like the sea.

"As a matter of fact the Princess Rhaenyra has informed me of her desire to marry her son's Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys' granddaughters, Princess Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartedly agree."

The rate at which your head snapped to Luke was supernatural, nearly causing you to lose your balance. His expression mirrored yours, shocked with mouths parted like a fish, then turning to look at your Mother. A graceful smile painted her pink lips, swiftly lowering her gaze with a protective hand over her round stomach.

No one besides your Mother shared the proud sentiment, the Queen's countenance souring far more than you thought possible, the Hand still aghast at the sudden turn of events.

"This will be good," you leaned into your brother's ear, his gaze unsure.

Aegon had suddenly perked up at the revelation, uncharacteristically grinning as he watched the drama unfold. You couldn't pinpoint why he had an abrupt interest in the conversation. Perhaps he enjoyed the misfortune of others, even if it was his kin.

"Well," the King spoke, his breathing now calmed, "the matter is settled. Again."

You leaned your head atop Luke's, wordlessly expressing that everything would be well, that there was nothing to worry about anymore. He reciprocated the notion with a squeeze of your hand.

"I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, to the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of The Tides."

The proverbial sigh of relief let out by your family was deep, the heavy-bearing weight of the future being lifted off your shoulders and placed onto the Greens. Princess Rhaenys sauntered to her position beside her eldest granddaughter, an almost annoyed yet prideful gate to her walk.

A scoff cut through the moment of joy, your head directed to the sound. "You break law, centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir," Vaemond spoke, venom laced within every syllable. "But you dare tell me who deserves inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it."

Your brown and violet orbs flickered from the man to the King, your posture changing from the reserved and proper Princess to a warrior, ready to protect.

"Allow it?" Viserys echoed, testing the word on his dry tongue. "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."

The fallen silence was too thick to cut even by the sharp blade of Darksister, everyone waiting with contained breaths to see what would follow.

"That is no true Velaryon!" the second son shouted. Your hand went to the sword concealed within your large cloak, the other going over Luke as you stepped before him. "And certainly no nephew of mine."

"Take him to his chambers," Rhaenyra ordered you before swiftly turning her attention to Vaemond. "You have said enough."

"Lucerys is my true born grandson," your Grandsire declared. "And you no more than the second son of Driftmark."

"You," Vaemond stated, taking menacing steps forward, "may run your House as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My House survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides."

He turned to you and your brother, feet firmly planted with the grip on your longsword. Your gaze stared fire at his, jaw clenched as he spat his vitriol. "And Gods be damned I will not see it ended on account of this..."

You tilted your head to the side, eyes wide as you dared him to utter the words that desperately wanted to leap from his tongue.

"Say it," a voice whispered behind you, your Father's soft and menacing timbre.

Onlookers watched with bated breath as Vaemond thought over his words, his gaze flickering from your Father to you, your Mother, and then finally, Luke. A sneer slowly pulled his lips, righting his posture as he bellowed.

"Her children are bastards!"

You inhaled, a near-inaudible growl emitting from your throat as you took a charged step forward only to be yanked back by your kid brother. Soft murmurs sounded, the Greens all sharing the same look of begrudging disappointment. Jace seemed just as furious as you, his lips curling into a snarl.

"And they," he glared at you, then to your Mother, his jaw tensing, "are whores."

Your gaze immediately flicked to Aegon, your body moving on its own accord as he stared at Vaemond. His eyes were no longer their sullen purple but a near black, shining like dragonglass shards, fists blanched. Did people know of you and the Prince's dalliances? Had you not been as careful as you thought? Your mind raced with the possibility of your secrets being understood, with the chance that Helaena that your family knew of your sins.

You were unable to hear the sound of raised voices expressing facts of treason, threats of violence, and the unsheathing of a sword until you felt blood splatter on your cheekbone, seeing the sliced head of Vaemond Velaryon laying a few paces from your feet.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon declared, looking at the limp corpse below.

"Disarm him!" The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard yelled, his fellow members drawing their weapons.

"No need," your Father protested, wiping the blood of his kin from his blade and exiting the room.

Your eyes could not leave the bleeding form of Vaemond Velaryon, the top half of his dreaded white hair discarded as the crimson liquid seeped into the cracks of the stone floor. Viserys groaned above, collapsing onto the Iron Throne like a sack of bones, Alicent and your Mother running to his aide.

You felt nothing of the inferno of emotions from before, your mind replaying the images of bloodied hands stabbing, stabbing, stabbing and slicing, cutting, tearing at muscle and tendons until you saw nothing but red.

"Little one?"

The name startled you into reality, your hands no longer dripping the essence of life, Vaemond's body carried away.

Aegon stood before you, his face etched with worry. You merely stared at him, your mind blank and body numb. What could you say to him after everything that had happened? After the night he cared for you so tenderly, it rivaled that of a mother's touch, proving that he would keep your secrets without being asked.

You parted your lips to speak, suddenly finding your throat too dry as you swallowed. Aegon extended a hand to yours, fingers brushing each other as fire ignited in your veins, sending bolts of heat through your limbs.

Oh, how you missed his touch.

"I-" you started, the Prince's amethyst orbs searching your own.

"Sister. Mother wants us in our chambers to prepare for supper," Lucerys called, his tone clipped.

You yanked your limb away from Aegon as if it burned, nodding curtly to Luke as he replaced it with his own. You followed your brother out of the Great Hall, refusing to look back as the Prince's stare bore holes into your head.

***

The sun had set upon King's Landing, but none slept. The flagstone streets bustled with life, men with several drinks searching for a championship with anyone willing for some coin.

You, too, nursed a goblet of firewater, your cloak long forgotten as the drink slid down your throat. The intricate strings of bronze fabric woven into your gown glimmered with every movement of your body in the dim candlelight.

The atmosphere of the dining hall was tense on both sides, idle chatter amongst family filling the space as servants prepared for the first meal. All waited patiently for the King to enter, joyful albeit subdued smiles on their faces. You observed your brothers' interactions with their betrothed, each dutiful and respectful, speaking with them in hushes about the future and what it might be.

You and Aemond were the only occupants without a respective partner, Alicent with her Father, Rhaenyra and Daemon with each other, Aegon and Helaena worlds apart but still connected by the rope of marriage. It made your skin crawl to have more in common with your estranged one-eyed cousin than your own family, taking another hearty swig of your Arbor Gold as the Prince locked gazes with you.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, leaning unceremoniously into the back of your high chair, staring at the dozens of foods before you, begging to be eaten. You were growing impatient with waiting for your Grandsire and decided to steal a purple grape from the platter before you, your Mother scolding you with a tsk.

Aegon was six cups into his wine before the King arrived, his face sullen as he observed his sister-wife delicately stroke something within her hand.

Viserys was escorted into the hall on his makeshift throne, all rising in respect for his title, his crown long forgotten as he was placed between the Queen and your Mother. Sores you hadn't seen before in the throne room were more apparent, causing your eyes to sting with the threat of tears and stomach churning. He leaned heavily onto his cane despite already sitting, his extravagant Targaryen robes weighing on an already frail body.

You were not to cry. Not here. Not in front of the very people who already held little respect for your existence.

"It both gladdens my heart," the King spoke, his voice straining without much effort, "and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table, the faces most dear to me in all the world." Viserys looked toward his left, your Mother, Father, and brothers in his line of sight. Your hand gripped the stem of your glass, ignoring the heated glares from across the table. "We've grown so distant from each other in years past."

You forced yourself to hide the scoff at his words, taking another long drink. And why would that be? Perhaps it was because of the Queen's unwavering grudge against your Mother that festered into a hatred of her life and choices. Or the Lord Hand, previously removed from his position for his corruption, created an environment hostile to those who interfered with his plans. The permanent injury of a young boy only solidified the foundation of hatred.

Viserys paused his speech, wheezing and supporting his weight on the table as a hand came to remove his mask. The sight was nothing you could have imagined. The space where his bright violet eye should be was sunken in a hole of partially healed and rotting flesh in its wake. The wound in his cheek had eaten away at the skin and muscle, revealing his decaying grey teeth.

Aegon's previously intense stare faded, looking at anything except the live corpse before him. The urge to comfort the Prince as you would Luke manifested into a twitch of your fingers, crossing your legs to distract yourself.

"My own face is no longer a handsome one, if it ever was." Phlegm was stuck within your Grandsire's throat, creating an almost repulsive noise. "Tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king, but your Father..."

Aegon met the eyes of a man who was his Father only in name, his glare dark, filled with an anger you had never seen before. You bit your lip, hard to focus on anything other than your heart aching to run and kiss the malice from his face. Why were you thinking this way? Aegon murdered your kin, murdered an innocent maid who was simply doing good.

He deserved this.

But why did it hurt?

"...who may not walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold your feelings in your hearts. The Crown cannot stand strong as long as the House of The Dragon remains divided."

The Sullen Prince's eyes turned to you, your gazes locking with thousands of unsaid emotions, unsaid truths.

"Set aside your grievances!" Viserys declared passionately, startling those at the table and causing you to break your revere momentarily. "If not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly."

Silence fell across the table as the King stumbled into his seat, the metal of his mask and cutlery clanging as Alicent dutifully came to his aid. Your Mother stood abruptly, not giving the room to process the King's words as her chair scraped against the stone floor, a cup in her hand as all eyes turned to her.

"I wish to raise my cup to, Her Grace the Queen," she started, her eyes downcast. You watched your Mother skeptically, brown orbs flickering from her to Alicent. "I love my father, but I must admit no one has stood more loyaly by his side than his good wife."

The Queen stared at Rhaenyra, so full of emotions. Years of harbored pain and resentment from events you did not know, bleeding from her chest and onto her finely tailored green dress.

"She has tended to him with unwavering devotion, love, and honor; for that, she has my gratitude. And my apology," Rhaenyra concluded, returning to her seat.

You felt like you were intruding on an intimate moment between lost lovers, the happy moments of their history flashing before each of their minds' eyes. Turning to Aegon, you realize that he did not remove his stare from you, his violet eyes a glassy pool of amethyst. You were sure you mirrored him, your chin slightly quivering as you focused on the empty plate before you.

"Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We're both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common then we allow," Alicent spoke, her voice barely stuttering. "I raise my cup to you and to your House. You'll make a fine Queen."

Otto's disapproving stare did not go unnoticed by you, and Aemond reflected on his expression. Each person raised their goblets individually, taking sips in honor of their current and future Queen.

Aegon threw his drink back twice, going for a third time, but stopped once he caught sight of you. Droplets of Arbor Gold slipped past your lips, lurching forward to catch the liquid before it ran down to the aperture of your chest. The Prince swallowed audibly, his throat clicking as his trousers grew tight.

It had been so long since he felt his love's warm embrace, the softness of your skin on his, and the melodic laughter at one of his raunchy jests. Aegon longed to have anything of you, whether it be your smile or the icy sting of your glare. You ruined him. No one could compare to you, the finest ambrosia he ever tasted, forever aching for another sip. The Prince truly and deeply loved you and needed you to know.

Supper commenced, and you wasted no time feasting, eating the savory vegetables cooked in butter and smothered in rich spices. Smoked cheeses, both hard and soft, found their way to your plate, nearly moaning at their hearty combination with slices of meat.

The frigid environment from before left and was replaced with the warmth of laughter and music. Even the old King himself wore a smile on his cracked grey lips.

You ignored the piercing stare burning on the side of your face, focusing your attention on your Father and adoptive Mother. Daemon whispered something into your Mother's ear, gently grasping her lithe fingers as she giggled and a blush bloomed.

The sight caused an ache to rise in your chest. The hollowness of your heart knocked on your ribs, longing to find a love like your parents before you, but it could not be. Men like your Father were rare in more ways than one. He was more devoted and loyal to Rhaenyra than her sworn shields, ready to defend her honor even at the cost of lives. It was a love you could only dream of. You were a bastard, nothing more.

Ignoring the fist cinching around your lungs, you downed your half-empty goblet of Arbor Gold, summoning a servant to refill it. You did not want to feel like this anymore. The ache. The constant throbbing in your head and heart. It was sometimes too much to bear, seeking solace in a few things. Your days were spent with the swirling storm of thoughts and memories. They plagued your mind like the diseases of your childhood, culturing into an amalgamation of sadness, rage, guilt, and isolation.

It was small at first, smiling and shaking your head when Helaena and your maids questioned what was wrong. Gradually, anger backed every motion you made, and guilt for acting in such a way, for the actions of the past. Your lust for revenge soon consumed you, not long after. Your only focus in the loneliness was to wrong those who wronged you, and now that it was done, all that was left was... nothing. Simply nothing.

"Sister," a kind voice whispered beside you, a gentle hand coming to land on your shoulder. You placed your own over your younger brother's, flashing him a brief smile. "Would you like to dance?"

You accepted Lucerys' invitation, the sudden rising movement causing you to lose balance slightly, resting your weight on him. You both giggled as he glanced down at your awkwardly positioned body, helping you upright as any gentleman would. The musicians started a lively tune, Luke beginning to lead you in dance as several pairs of eyes turned to you.

Daemon and Rhaenyra watched their children with a smile, sharing looks as your Mother leaned against him. Rhaena observed with a wistful look, her gaze to the future rather than the present. It looked bright-- distant time with the sound of running feet and laughter, living in the seat of her ancestors.

You turned to peak a look at your half-sister, ready to congratulate her on securing a good husband as you saw Aegon. His face contrasted with the others-- blue-black circles sunk underneath his violet eyes, his pale skin devoid of the flush of life. You brushed his stare off you and followed your kid brother's lead, catching the glimmer of a look that made your stomach churn.

The murmur of Viserys' voice registered in the back of your mind, too focused on your slightly unbalanced movements to comprehend them. You heard a deep sigh, the soft screech of a chair, and a flash of green. Aegon was on the other side of Jaeceryes, glass in his hand as he whispered something into his ear. The loud cutlery clanking sliced through the air, and you pulled yourself from Luke, watching the eldest Prince saunter back to his seat, and two others stood.

"Jace," Baela called noiseless, her mahogany eyes flickering between her betrothed and the One-Eyed Prince.

Beats of silence echoed in the dining hall as everyone stared at Jace, waiting with curious yet cautious expressions.

"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond," your brother spoke, raising his drink. "We have not seen each other in years, and I have fond memories of our shared youth." Jace turned, exchanging a sidelong glance with Luke. "And as men, I hope that we may yet be friends as well as allies. To your family's good health, dear uncles."

Each table member raised their cup, Aemond, albeit reluctantly, and took a drink. You took that as your cue to return to your seat, the next course soon to start. Princess Helaena stood moments after you sat, hiding a laugh at yet another toast.

"I would like to toast Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. 'Tisn't so bad," Helaena's melodic voice said. "He mostly just ignores you. Except sometimes when he's drunk."

Daemon's chuckle pierced through the unease, the two full goblets of wine gone to your head as you stifled one of your own, hiding it behind your digits. Aegon refused to meet anyone's gaze, finding his half-eaten plate much more interesting than the people before him.

The next King rose from his seat with a groan from the wood and excused himself from his betrothed, walking to the moonlit Princess, extending a hand. Aegon stared at the pair as they went to the open space you and your brother once were, his face one of surprise. You brought your cup to your lips, swallowing a smirk.

It serves him right. His treatment of Helaena, or lack thereof, was appalling. Though he may not be in a marriage of love, she was still his sister and the dreamy-eyed Princess deserved more.

Adding a few more spoonfuls of boiled potatoes, you observed the returning smiles of your kin, a warm fuzzy feeling replacing the hollowness.

It was over a year since you had been with them like this, laughing and merry as you feasted until your stomach was full. If you closed your eyes, you could picture yourself on Dragonstone, your darling Cannibal curled inside the caves of the Dragonmont, the smell of Brimstone and salt in the air.

A glint of gold caught your eye, breaking you from your fantasy. Viserys' brilliant mask shined in the candlelight as his head lulled to the side, fighting off a bout of pain. Rising from your seat, you went over to him before Alicent or Rhaenyra could react, kneeling on the side of his Lady Wife.

"Grandsire," you gently spoke, bringing his attention to you. "Would you like a drink?" He nodded as you grabbed his goblet, head tilting to the nonmarred side.

You could feel Alicent's gaze from behind, disregarding it as you continued to help him. Perhaps it was guilt that made you feed your dying uncle and Grandsire. Or perhaps it was instinctual to care for someone moments away from meeting the Stranger. It did not matter. Not now, at least. All that did was ensure Viserys' time would be filled with the love and kindness he desired, no matter how short it may be.

"Thank you, Granddaughter," the King rasped, smoothing a bony hand over your braided hair. "You always bring me such... peace when you are around. Please, before I rest tonight, read to me... The stories of Old Valyria."

You nodded hastily, a downturned smile on your lips as you grabbed his fist, your thumb rubbing the crepey flesh. He had never asked this of you before, and though you agreed without a thought, it set an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Signaling the guards, they swiftly went to his side, lifting the chair as you kissed his scalp. The skin was so cold it nearly froze your lips as the men carried your Grandsire out of the dining hall.

The merriment soon returned, melody and song embracing all who sought to take it. Jace and Helaena quickly returned to dance as if their King had not been escorted from the room with a wail of pain. Lucerys conversed with Rhaena and Baela, speaking of things only betrothed couples could as your Mother and Father continued their private conversation.

Once again, you were out of place and next to your family. It had always felt that way. When you were whisked away from all you knew on the back of Caraxes, it felt like you did not belong—constantly teetering on the edge of being legitimate but not being treated as such. You didn't have the powerful ancestry of your half-sisters nor a claim to any lands or titles like your brothers. Yes, you were of noble descent, but only partially. Bastards should not have the privileges that you do.

Sometimes, you convinced yourself it would be better if you had not been born. Your true Mother would still be alive, and Lyra and Sara would, too. Your Father would not have to live with the shame of having a child born of sin, and Aegon would not have to know the pain of never having the one he desires the most.

As if the Prince could read your thoughts, he looked at you, his annoyed expression disappearing into a concerned crease in his brow. You flew away from his inquiring one, focusing on your Mother and Father's joined hands. When you were sure he was no longer staring, you found yours returning, Aegon's eyes now on his younger brother as they spoke without words.

Soon, the main course arrived. A succulent pig glazed in a coppery crisp of honey, cloves, and cinnamon lying on a large platter with a crimson apple in its mouth. Your own began to water as you eyed its tan skin, hearing a snicker to the left of the long oak table.

Luke barely subdued his delight as the pig was placed in the middle, his dark brown gaze connected with the One-Eyed Prince. You were unsure of the reason for his laughter, seeing as Prince Aemond did not share the same sentiment, slamming his fist down onto the table with an attention-grabbing thud.

"Final tribute," he announced, his pink lips in a firm line. "To the health of my nephews Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise," Aemond paused, sparing no one but the boys a glance, his violet eyes wide with something feral, "and strong."

The soft plead of the Queen and a disapproving look from your Mother were cast aside as the Prince continued, Aegon raising his drink far too enthusiastically as you released an irking sigh, rolling your eyes.

"Come. Let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys."

You followed as Aemond said and downed your drink, not for his insulting excuse of a toast but to tolerate the inevitable uproar he created.

"I dare you to say that again," Jacaerys shouted, his chin high.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment," Aemond countered, rising from his seat. You mirrored his actions, standing from your own far too quickly as you fought for balance, the wine gone to your head. "Do you not think yourself strong?"

Before anyone could blink, Jace swung, hitting the One-Eyed Prince on his good side. Luke shot up, ready to defend his brother, but was thrown forward as his face was smashed into his plate, rattling the silverware. Your legs carried you surely despite your sway as you grabbed Aegon by his choppy silver hair, yanking an arm behind his back.

"First, you take my only kin from me and now you feel you are entitled to their misfortune." The Sullen Prince whimpered as you brought his wrist higher, shoving it between his shoulder blades. "Hurt my family again, and you will wake up with your cock flayed and no hands to drown your sorrows."

"Daughter."

You need not look to know who it was and what he was asking, releasing Aegon as he struggled like a caught fish.

A dull sound captured your attention, and Jace was on the ground with a smirking Aemond standing above him. Guards made their way over to you and your brothers before you could even think to retaliate, restraining you all with iron-like grips as your Mother and Father surrounded you.

"How could you say such a thing before these people?" Alicent's heated words spat into Aemond's face, her fist gripping his forearm.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother," Aemond cooly spoke, removing himself from her touch. "Though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs."

You had never wanted to kill the One-Eyed bastard more than you have at this moment, shoving free from the guards. How could he think he could get away with saying such a thing? Had the Prince not seen a man beheaded hours prior for spouting those words? Just because he was the son of a King, he felt laws and declarations did not affect him. No.

Hiking your skirt, you reached for the dagger hidden at your ankle, charging forward without the repercussions of attempted kinslaying.

"Wait! Wait!" Daemon shouted sharply over the sound of stomping feet, holding you back with a mere finger. "Not now," he whispered so only you could hear, glancing at your Mother behind you. You slowly retreated, obeying your Father's command as any good daughter should, Jace gripping your shoulder roughly.

"Go to your quarters," Rhaenyra commanded, repeating her words as you hesitated. "All of you. Now."

Aemond's smirk left his thin lips as quickly as it came, face to face with your sighing wall of a Father as you exited in acquiescence.

You did not visit Viserys that night as you promised; your mind was a maelstrom of thought and emotions not even the most skilled seaman could navigate safely as you fell into the warm fur of your bed.

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That was literally the reader when Vaemond called her a whore. I just thought that was so funny, lol.

Also, special thanks to all those who kept up with me during my small hiatus. Now that there ain't no boys in my life no more, I can finally do what I love again! Never give up what you love for anyone. Ever.

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Okay, if you were asked who are in JJK & BNHA that you can see based on canon that are gay/bi/pan/demi, which characters are they?

For me satoaugu and bakudeku are definitely not straight (yes, I ship them but I don't think they "must be into women only" like a post I just saw). Also, kaminari, jirou, toga, nobara, megumi, kenjaku....

Ah yes, a person with discerning tastes. ✨ While this feels like a sure fire way to get me into some hot water, let's dive right in.

✨🌈 Happy pride to the queer people in my phone 🌈✨

But especially these

Megumi "Only Interested in Compassion" Fushiguro - pansexual (very much choosing to overlook very subtle implications of siscon as a red herring to, of course, further contextualize ItaFushi). See also Gojo and the uncharacteristic Miwa agenda.

Satoru Gojo - Let's be so for real. Man is down astronomical for Suguru but I think there's still evidence/reason to believe he could be ace or demisexual. Can strength be conflated with love?

Kinji Hakari - waving the white flag on this one considering I'm 4 weeks behind and I don't know if there's been further clarification that might swing this verdict one way or another but support Hikari's love regardless of Kirara's gender expression/identity. Also, given current events, it'd be pretty weird if Gege slipped that in out of nowhere.

Kenjaku - 🗣️ IF GIVEN ENOUGH TIME, DO WE NOT ALL BECOME A LIL GAY!? I understand straight people probably don't have such realizations so I'm just going to sit with that reflection.

Nobara Kugisaki - be so for real. I think she had a misplaced crush in her idolization of Saori that made more sense when she left the bumble fuck countryside and could live her best life, out and proud with her muscle mommy girlfriend, Maki. Also explains, a bit, why Saori was ostracized where Nobara may have lacked understanding/context.

Maki - Plenty of gay icons without last names, queen. This one just happens to also be gay.

Eijirou Kirishima is almost so straight that he unintentionally makes a hard U-turn into flirting with queerness. His phrasing is baffling as he tends to pop up in those threads frequently with assumingly unintended innuendos but it is also reminiscent about how no one third wheels harder than a dude's girlfriend when he's with his best friend? I don't know if that makes sense but I'm throwing him in the mix as someone who maybe just needs some time ✨ regardless of the BakuDeku to KiriMina parallels.

Denki Kaminari - This kid has eyes and he uses them, gender be damned. A bi-disaster if I've ever seen one.

Minoru Mineta - IDK if his Deku confession was a translation faux pas or if Mineta, too, has fallen for the male lead's quintessential charm that wins over hearts and minds. While the Council on Bisexuality would fight me on this one... his membership is still pending.

Izuku Midoriya - I have it on good authority that Izuku is Bakusexual. Flustered by girls in the same way that any awkward and bullied kid might when encountering the opposite sex but his heart has always had its allegiance to one person. Whether that makes him gay, demi or even bi, I think it tracks.

Katsuki Bakugo - bi, pan or gay, the consensus is he is Not Straight.

Kyoka Jiro - in Smash, Jiro is a total fujoshi (she just like us fr). If you'll allow submitting MHA Smash into evidence, coupled with the canon main story, I say bi. A girl who knows Momo is stacked but also reasonably wants the attention and company of a Class 1A boy as a girl would at that age.

Himiko Toga - one thing about Toga. She is going to know and live her truth. Confidently bi ✨

Ochaco Uraraka - SPEAKING OF LIVING TRUTHS. She a little late but she has the right spirit.

Bonus, if including Kirishima didn't some how get me booed, I was going to add Yuta Okkotsu too but I thought better of it. 👉🏾👈🏾

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HI so for the mota hockey au:

any out of pocket viral moments of the boys? magazine photoshoots press tours etc what are they like? are clegan out and proud or are they more like go on keep guessing?

Bucky has a LOT of notable moments. He's just a teenage girl and puberty is so hard it makes him so hormonal.

He gets sent to the penalty box for BLATANT hooking one time which is a pretty iconic out of pocket moment you dont really get tendys serving penalties. usually another play subs in for their penalty but refs are prob like Fuck you Bucky you're such a menace you pay the price.

He drops the gloves with a rival teams goon that absolutely boards the fuck out of Gale a la Scheifele/Evans hit. Normally we love a good Goaltender fight but this hit was too scary. people still take notice bc they're like look at Bucky defending his BOY

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John is a very Seguin type character. As I mentioned he has a similarly nude sports illustrated photoshoot. But also very messy party phase with Curt much like Segs and Marchy

theyre messy bitches who know how to have fun okay.

He's got a LOT of really famous soundbites, just the most out of pocket shit professional yapper w the cameras fr. it's mostly him hitting on Curt and Gale. There's a mic'd up clip of him singing "Baddie Friend" by kevo jefe perfectly word for word.

Gale's really bad with the cameras he clams up a ton and just kinda defaults to hockey mumbo-jumbo. he does get one Hockey social media clip where he gets to talk about space and that gets him a little excited. The clip of his one skate goal does some pretty big numbers just because Holy Fuck Dude.

he gets gif'd a lot for chewing on his mouthguard like Tkachuk. nasty boy. the fangirls go a little feral over those ones.

In terms of their relationships there is some plot stuff I'm cooking but John doesn't really care for the most part. he isn't ashamed but hes also like well im here to play hockey and im single nobody needs to be privy to my sexuality so he's kinda just closeted bc hes too lazy to do otherwise. you bet ur ass he wears pride tape every game and practice after Gary fucking shittman tried to institute the ban

(Shoutout to Travis "It had to be done" Dermott who called garys bluff like a PRO you my number 1 bbygirl i have a puck signed by him)

Gale is definitly closeted and it's a plot point in the au his journey with it. hes not closeted to himself but there are factors making him NOT want to be open with things.

I do think once theyre established in their team, they both have the C and a couple cups under their belt; when gale is ready - yeah they sit down with management and draw up a coming out plan. The team is so supportive of them they love their Bucks squared.

It's internet breaking

Please bear in mind hockey is REALLY homoerotic like these straight men kiss and hug and call eachother handsome and pet names constantly so theres a LOT that Clegan can actually just get away with and have plausible deniability

( a few seasons ago Marchand started licking other players and the NHL had to release a statement like 'its not against the rules but wtf bro stop')

#mota hockey au #buck x bucky

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analysis of the new kitty art bc i'm in shambles and can't stop thinking about it;

✨prepare yourself for an unnecessarily long post✨

THE PRIDE FLAG! MY HEART! 🏳️‍🌈 i want to know the reason why they have it! are they going to pride together? is it for shits and giggles bc ty comes out to kit? OR i have another theory ->

ty has got some sort of bruise or wound on his cheek and his tshirt is a bit ripped at the top and i need to know why; does that mean that he had a hard time getting to cirenworth (which is where i'm assuming the scene is taking place)? was he attacked by someone or something and maybe kit is putting the flag on him to warm him up (seems kinda silly ik but maybe... let me think my silly thoughts...). and maybe that’s how ty find out kit is into boys!!!! anyhow, i need to know who hurt him tho bc nobody touches my baby /:(

kit is wearing pink! and it looks so lovely on him! he's a jumper person people! and it's really not surprsing considering he's living in england now & the uk ain't known for its warmth let me tell u

THE LONGING LOOKS! we are getting simps kitty in tlkof and it's only the first book oh we are gonna be fed so well mark my words

hair and eye colour contrasts = ✨insane✨

the door for some reason makes me think this is in fact, in cirenworth and might possibly be taking place not long after their reunion? but maybe that's just me but who knows

KIT'S ARMS AROUND TY! PHYSICAL CONTACT GUYS! WE HAVE PHYSICAL CONTACT THIS IS NOT A DRILL! i just know they are both describing electricity and warmth and my heart won't be able to take it i'm afraid

iconic kit jacket appearance ahhhhh! cassie wasn't lying about making him wear it in twp (i'm so so happi heheheheeh🫶🏻) -> also,,, there are some scuff marks on it i swear! are the years of usage finally coming through?

their runes,,,, i'm obsessed! like they are both officially full-on shadowhunter boyfriends :( and something about seeing kit's skin covered in them has me emotional like he's all grown up :(

HERONDALE AND BLACKTHORN NECKLACES ON TY ARE CRAZY! as if ty could be even more obvious about his feelings. he's really out here wearing the heron necklace, practically declaring that he's been thinking about kit for the whole time they were apart *cries*

kit’s herondale ring. yes, i am watching u.

hyperfocusing on kit’s dimple don’t mind me -> but where. is. his. freckle? i’m sad

[side note] i knew kit is the type to wear ripped jeans, i knew it.

i'm excited to see if i'm right about some of these theories once the book actually comes out! i just hope it gets here quick! HURRY UP RELEASE DATE!

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 6 months

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Obey Me Boys as Tarot/Oracle Decks I Own

Is this stupid? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Absolutely.

To make a long story short, I have a problem and I compulsively buy tarot and oracle cards, so I have...quite a few. So, I was looking at them and thought, "which ones would fit the characters?" And now look where we are! :) I do have exactly fifteen decks and had planned originally to assign decks to the new side characters as well, but I, A. got tired and B. couldn't find one that fit Mephisto, so I just scrapped that idea altogether. Anyways, here's what literally nobody asked for!

Disclaimer! I did pick out cards that I thought matched the characters as well, based on both meaning and look. I'm not going into detail on all of the cards either...because I will ramble forever. I'm did my best to keep these as brief as possible!

Lucifer - Archangel Animal Oracle Deck

Okay, so this could've been a great deck for Simeon or Raphael, but out of what I had, this fit Lucifer the best! It ties back to his origins of being a seraphim. I did pick a card or two that have Archangel Micheal and Raphael in them, and they do fit Lucifer in needing to let others in and to not let pride get in the way of being dependent on others.

Mammon - The Illustrated Crystallary Oracle Deck

Mostly picked this one due to the fact that crystals can be expensive and high-dollar, which Mammon would be into and exploit (and he has). If not him, this one might've gone to Solomon, but I had a better one for him >:) I picked Mammon's cards based off his greed and his love for the MC...and which crystals would cost a pretty penny.

Leviathan - Mystical Manga Tarot Deck

My tried and true deck. It was either this one or my Skyrim tarot deck, so I went with this one. It felt more him to me. I picked the Seven of Cups, the Hanged Man, the Hermit, and the Nine of Swords for Levi. In some cases, the Seven of Cups gives me feelings of envy for choices that may seem out of reach or wanting it all when you have to pick and choose, so I went with it.

Satan - The Language of Flowers Oracle Deck

This is the best I had for Satan, but I feel like he'd be quite knowledgable on flower language. I had several other cards that I had in mind for him as well, namely Action - the Venus Fly Trap, but I wanted to keep the number of cards to four, so... Also, when I first started using this deck, it took a lot of warming up to, (it was shy...if you can believe that or not), which is how Satan is in both games, not shy just...needs to get used to people before opening up.

Asmodeus - Romantic Tarot Deck

This is the pairing that kicked off this idea. This deck is new, my mom gifted it to me for Easter! She's a sweetie. And I kept think about how Asmo would adore the art and vintage depictions in the cards. Since the cards aren't labeled, I picked the Lovers, the Two of Cups, the Empress, and the Three of Swords. Most of these are "romantic" in nature, or with the Empress, embodies confidence and embracing femininity. Three of Swords because of how dramatic and tragic love and can be, and I'm sure Asmo has had his fair share :(

Beelzebub - Moonology Manifestations Oracle Deck

This is my second Moonology deck, my other-half, if you will. (Another gift from my mom:)) I really don't have much to say about this deck for Beel, but I figured it would be fun to assign the twins with these decks. The cards were picked based on his feelings of guilt of his past from the Celestial War.

Belphegor - Moonology Oracle Deck

My first Moonology deck! I think this was the first oracle deck I ever got, so it has a special place in my heart. I obviously had to give this one to Belphie since his theme revolves around the moon and space. Notice in both Beel's and Belphie's I picked one Gemini card each, hehe...

Diavolo - Dragon Wisdom Oracle Deck

Considering Dia's demon form is draconic (dra-ICONIC! Heh, anyone?), this seemed right. I'm less familiar with this deck since it's not one of the primary ones I use, but it was fun to go through it again like it was new, lol. There was another card I almost picked for him, Initiation. But I thought these ones fit best.

Barbatos - Celtic Healing Oracle Deck

Once again, this is one of those scenarios where this was the best I had for Barb. There's a strange energy to these cards, mysterious and timeless almost, a little spooky. Kinda reminds me of him in some way. I'm the least familiar with this deck as it's relatively new and I haven't really used it yet, so apologies for lack of substance with this one.

Simeon - The Field Tarot

This was a gift from a friend of mine. It was theirs originally, but they so thoughtfully handed it down to me, and I use it quite a lot! This deck felt very mellow and light compared to my other ones. Very minimalist, so I thought it fit Simeon's vibe. To note: the Perspective card is this deck's Hanged Man. The Three of Cups reminded me of the og Purgatory Hall gang.

Solomon - Oceanic Tarot Deck

Based on his love for marine life and his...past with the ocean, how could I resist! Also, didn't mean for two of the cards I picked to be king and queen of the same suit, but I thought they fit his personality and way of living. The suit cards are pretty basic, featuring some marine life behind the pictures and whatnot without having too much imagery.

Luke - Tiny Tarot Deck

Come on...I had to. I put it in my hand so you could really get the perspective of how small it is. It's cute! I didn't pull any of the cards out since the box struggles to hold them in and I'm afraid of getting them everywhere, but they are your standard Rider-Waite-Smith deck! I probably would've picked the Sun or the Six of Cups for him, something along the lines of youth and vibrancy. (MY GOD, MY VEINS LOOK LIKE A STAR WTH?? I just noticed that, omg) Well...that's new...

#this is so pointless and random but i love it 😌#mediocre explanations? you got it!#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #jo's thoughts

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randymarshiszaddy · 4 months

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Ermm since it’s the month when being gay is ok in coprate culture here’s my trolls fruity headcanons cause te hee I’m spreading the woke agenda

Branch ( they are currently trying different pronouns because buddy had 20 years of paranoia and did not have a moment to think “dam maybe I’m not a boy” anyway poppy is accepting and finds new punny names to use instead of boyfriend . Also I feel like Branch would not care what gender you are all they care about is being accepted. Also maybe cause I’m sick of the pansexual stereotype that we are all out going and bubbly but let’s move on . ( I’m pan)

Poppy She/Her . She’s got a whole lotta love to share . She would run the parades she will be there helping out any lgbtq member be accepted.

Barb ( aka my favorite) They/she. Yeah this is a butch is you ever tell me no your wrong. They definitely had a fling with Carol the cheddar whiz troll. She would absolutely hate coprate pride merch from big time companies and bully the hell out of them . They would make everyone know that pride was a riot

Alright Mr WOOPS let my older brother projection spilt up my family . John Dory is an obnoxious ally and will wear those “ I’m proud of my gay brother” but hey you know with him being a 40 year old guy show a bit of gratitude to him. Wouldn’t really actually care for singing about sex and wanting to hold girls so he and Bruce made an agreement that Bruce would be the headliner hot one for Brozone.

Clay . He transitioned before brozone started and really wanted to be seen as the fun one so his whole sad book club thing wouldn’t be seen as weak and reminded people that he was afab( he was in his Kalvin Garrah era of internalized misgony and gender roles ) but viva definitely knocked some sense in to him. He definitely is a big ally making sure the put put trolls still had pride events in hiding

BRUCE . Yeah bi icon right here . Although John Dory at the time of brozone was like “ we already have a gay member you have to be in that closet “ yeah but after the toxicity of brozone Bruce went on a journey of self love and realized that he was finally able to be the sufur chill guy he was always destined to be . Holds the biggest drag show at his bar we’re any drag queen/ king royalty can sign up and perform

Floyd . Yeah he’s gay that’s it everyone and their mother knew with that one earring . Surprisenly John Dory was fine for him being gay as it gave the band brownie points for being inclusive .( who said that 🫢

Viva . Yeah she’s transfem fight me . Also pan cause you know what she can be . I feel like she would not care about gender of the person she’s dating . She just can’t wait to have all the sister experiences she misses out on

HONARY MENTION

Basically canonically accurate . Had a baby plus that baby was a clone of himself so self love king who doesn’t need to settle down for anyone.

#trolls #lgbtq #broppy #brozone #kind of related to a fic #branch #poppy #i’m so silly #trolls john dory #floyd #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls viva

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wordslikesilver · 7 months

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Seeing the discourse lately on transmisogyny and coming across new terms like tme and tma being used more than I think I’ve ever seen before because of everything going on had me uneasy, not gonna lie, I always do when I find new terminology from the alphabet mafia because I’m thinking to myself oh boy, more stuff to explain to cis people. Looked into it, it all seems pretty reasonable to me tho for including nonbinary femmes and femme intersex people I’ve sorta just always by default assumed “Trans Femme” was really good given the whole “it’s a spectrum and transmisogyny by definition is talking about the people on the femme side of it who didn’t start there” so admittedly I’ll probably be a grump about changing my vocab soon.

But then I see some new shit in the wake of all this TERF nonsense and bigotry being used against trans women? Detransitioned cis women calling themselves trans women and saying WE don’t understand the concept of gender well? The audacity? Look, changing the labels of a community to be less offensive is something I support so loudly and love and adore. This isn’t that. This is people encroaching on our pride and our identities and pretending the flag we nobly fly, the icon of bravery and unifying love in the face of oppression that it is, isn’t clearly “ours” enough. That it’s something they’re allowed to say belongs to them too so we need to come up with something new to call ourselves when we discuss the pain we face in our lives. Erasing and rewording the definitions of who we are til our identity is gone altogether. Moving the goal posts and telling us to teach everyone a whole new set of labels when the average layman still doesn’t even know that “Cis” isn’t a fucking slur, let alone what it means. Never forget that at your core when you fight against this new bigotry and they try to dance circles around you with their words and misdirect the conversation to stupid shit. Alienation from an already unified identity is a classic means of making it so much fucking harder for the oppressed to have their pleas for basic rights be acknowledged. Never let your people’s pain be silenced by someone pretending to they’re too stupid to know who you’re talking about.

To the TERFs and bigots who find this, and I fucking hope you find this, Trans Woman is not yours to fucking claim just because “gender is a construct and complicated” you will NEVER know the pain people like me have been through. I refuse to acknowledge a claim on my people’s identity because someone managed to misunderstand a concept hard enough and it’s now snowballed into a new form of complicating discussions of deserving basic and equal rights. I have felt the pains a cis woman has felt, I have felt sexist and awful treatment from men, I have been catcalled, I have been stalked, I have been made unsafe, I have been expected to be a mother for no other reason than “all women want them one day” and I have been assumed to be less than a man for some imagined frailty of the fairer sex. I am a woman. We can share that label, I WANT to share that label. We can bond over sapphic love and feminine experiences and hardships we both suffer under a cruel patriarchy. In just the same way, I have never known the pain of period cramps. I don’t have a vagina. I will never have a pregnancy scare and I will never feel the side effects of birth control. I wasn’t catcalled by gross men walking home when I was in high school. I was never sexualized by the media when I was in middle school the way cis girls would see happen to them. I am NOT a cis woman and I will never be one. I grew up as a boy, I lived and I loved as a young man, I saw the world through masculine eyes and was raised being treated as one, I will never pretend I know what it’s like to be a young girl being preyed upon and used by an older man. I will never touch that label because it’s simply not correct at the most fundamental level. I am a trans woman and that made me who I am. After all the people I’ve met and all the experiences I’ve shared, it took time to be so proud of calling myself a trans woman. Holding up the sky would’ve taken less strength of the heart, but now I feel the deepest pride knowing I’ve done something inconceivably harder.

But you, you people cannot take that from me and my sisters. I draw the fucking line at saying you think you have the slightest notion of what it’s like to be transfeminine. To be born in a body that makes people see you as a man from the very first glance, to hear you wrong from the first whisper of your voice. To spend the rest of your life working tirelessly in a fight against your own biology and/or the perception of the entire world whenever it casts its ugly eye upon you. Some of us don’t even have the privilege of fighting those perceptions or the things or own bodies have been programmed to force on us. Some of us don’t even want to have to do anything about how we look because it’s bullshit to have to fight for that basic respect from our peers in the first place and their standards just don’t align with who we are deep down in the first place! Gender is complicated but this isn’t. Have you EVER held your breath in the women’s public washroom and tucked your feet in because you were scared you’d make other women uncomfortable, because you’re not sure if you’re in an accepting space? FEARED what might happen if you step into the women’s change room to put on a bathing suit or your work clothes? Have you EVER been threatened with physical violence and called slurs in front of your own mother on public transit? Have you ever had to tell your doctor you’re ready to drop out of school to show how “sure” (re: fucking desperate) you are to be prescribed HRT? Sure, lots of cis women are on HRT, I treat them as patients all the time. Have you ever had a hot flash at the age of 21 because you were late on your injection? Did you pierce your skin with thin metal once a week for years and years to get the breasts you have? Did your body do irreparable things to your bones and your voice that make it so no one will ever see you as a woman at first glance without thousands of hours of effort, of tears, of sheer fucking focus and fixation on achieving the ideal self you see in your mind and dream of being one day? DID YOU HAVE TO BEG YOUR GOVERNMENT TO LET YOU HAVE THE BODY YOU LITERALLY ALREADY HAD AT BIRTH OR DID THEY NEVER EVEN SO MUCH AS TRY TO GET IN THE WAY OF JUST BEING CALLED MISS ON YOUR GOD DAMN LICENSE? Cis women can’t even begin to imagine the feelings I have felt, building my wings of feather and bones and wax, day after day, dreaming of flying beside my sisters who were born with wings they’ll never fear will melt, all the while remembering the last time someone born in a body like mine flew too close to the sun. Maybe they’ll perhaps know what it’s like to bind them to their back and hide them beneath their shirt, maybe they’ll even have sheered and ripped the bones from their sockets and one day wish they could have them back and sing with the rest of the angels like they used to, but they will NEVER fly on wings like mine, fear the heat from the light that makes life worth living the way I do, fear the same slings and arrows screaming up through the air from down below and even at times from above my head to let me know loud and clear they wanna knock me outta this sky, this sky that’s so beautiful and holy I cry when I touch it, the very first chance they get.

Transphobia won’t ever take the sky from me. My Icarian Wings are made on the foundation of generation after generation of my people who dreamed and yearned to touch the sunlight blue skies and the infinite glittering nights, each of us telling each other, telling ourselves we’ll never fear the light again one day, lifting each other when we fall, soaring higher each time than the ones whose wax melted before we could save them could, warmly teaching each other how to fix our broken wings and freely gifting each other the love it takes to make them stronger for the next flight. Holding each others hands as we dance and show each other how to fly, hand in hand and heart in heart with the angels who call us sister angels. A cis woman having the audacity to flap her never melting wings and saying hers are just like mine, that the name of my people is just a construct so she can say she she’s just like Icarus too, makes me wanna vomit. Pretending she knows what it’s like to watch in terror as all the feathers fall out suddenly in a moment of weakness making her break her bones upon the rocks, listening to everyone around her say “I knew it, I knew his wings were fake, look at him crawl along the ground in the dirt and the mud where he belongs.” Pretending that if two people both have skin, even of a different colour, that since the labels are made up, the sun and society itself will surely treat them the same if the white one calls themselves black.

Transphobia won’t ever take the sky from me. Come and fucking try to take these wings from me and see what happens.

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ya-boi-ferals · 1 year

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Was able to create these redesigns while we had nothin to do in classes. Im tryin to slowly make myself fall in love with art again and my hyperfixation on mlp redesigns are helpin me do that >:'] ...and oh boi this is gon be a long post feel free to read my rewrites ehe

I had so much fun through the whole process for this one! (Tbh the mane 5 becomin more like semi ocs now) For my version, Pipp is more of an actress/performer who does multiple side gigs and hobbies. Shes basically the city's "angelic sweet girl" since shes known for playing a soft and whimsical persona, often doing her iconic closed in ears and faded voice to give a more innocent look for the public. Her attitude is no different in private but she forces herself to stay too positive even when shes in need of relieving some strong emotions. Im not a fan of Pipp being a stereotypical phone addict in the show so I instead headcannoned her as neurodivergent and needing a distraction everytime or else she gets all panicky when shes doesnt have anything to do, she tends to overshare info, forgets to rest, known to take other's spotlight away and dissociate a lot (especially when reading fan comments) Shes disabled and uses formed cloud wings designed by her sister.

As for her redesign, I made her mane to be more stylish as a way to show her expertise on hairstylin. Her tail and tiara is rose shaped to go with her last name "Petals". And her colour pallete is brownish purple and powdered pink to give her character a more softer feel.

Lmaoo I have a lot to say- Anyways heres an old piece i made for zipp Im still confused how to draw her hair patterns...

In my ver. Zipp is well known for bein hardworkin and intelligent. Shes not ready to be queen and often "slacks off" with her main royal duties but she organizes and fixes problems happening outside the castle by talking to the staffs. Shes extremely curious and learns a lot of random detailed infos since she was young which ended up makin her become great at managing situations happening in and out the city, which is why her mother is so persistent on makin her the next queen. Zipp is a solutionist and researcher but she only focuses on what catches her interest before goin on the to next. (Ngl all the mane 5 are neurodivergent to me) Because of how determined she is on those interest, shes made several secret places to avoid just doin main work. Her fav studies are chemistry, physics, cosmology, ecology and aeronautics. Shes mysterious to the public eye but her friends know that shes just a bundle of hyperactive mess once she starts discovering smth new. I assume og Zipp is secretly non-binary coded but for my version, shes a transmare and everypony already knows and accepts it.

I gave her a more light pink and blue green mane colour. Her bangs are like sherlock holmes' as to pay homage for zipp bein a detective in the series along with some side braids. I also gave her twilight freckles and tired,soft looking eyes (not only cuz shes a workaholic like Pipp but its also cuz of genetics)

Aight, I was never really a fan for givin the mane cast just one element and the fact that G5 series havent showed any mentions of it just made it seem unimportant. Soo I instead gave them multiple elements that the mane 5 will develop as their journey goes on. Pipp will be the element of Strength, Purity, Assurance, Control, Pride, Value, etc. While Zipp is the element of Curiosity, Determination, Potential, Wonderment, Eagerness, Persistence, etc. (I imagine if twilight would have ever come back from the dead she would most likely write down what their elements would be as she observes the mane 5)

#mlp gen 5 #my little pony #mlp redesign #mlp art #artist on tumblr #mlp rewrite #redesigns #rewrite #art #I dont even like G5 much but damn I cant stop hyperfixatin on what the potential could have been #next time u will see me writin a bible-#school be damned my love for art is slowly comin back #digital art

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luvrsux · 1 year

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙

❝ 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 & 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 7.7k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, shachi, penguin, ikkaku, roronoa zoro, portgas d. ace, sabo, nami, monkey d. luffy {mentioned}

➠┊cw: mentions of alcohol use, mentions of marijuana use, arguing, minor swearing, angst

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ after you two finally sealed the deal in laws car, you and law have been dating for quite some time. you two built a strong connection and strong love for eachother for a few months, but relationships aren’t perfect… ❜

{colors for dialogue may switch when other characters are introduced}

»•» song choice: whats up - malcom todd «•«

・❥・

Girl I wanna play the game

Baby you know what's up It's always been the same

Cause you just need my love

And I need you to stay

Baby you know it's hard I'll make it go away

You hummed the song playing before you in a chair. You had a loving smile plastered on your face while gazing at the person in front of you playing music beautifully. You were caught in a complete trance, and nothing could rip you away from it. The Earthy scent of marijuana flooding the room, the people sitting around you, nothing could rip you away from giving your new boyfriend the attention his voice deserved.

Law performed his small band in front of you and his other friends in his basement. You and the raven boy have been in a relationship for roughly a few months or so, and each day has been better than the last. Law, surprisingly, took you on frequent dates and surprised you in your window at night whenever he pleased. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner, and here he was. You’d been attending his little performances every weekend to show your appreciation, sometimes even after school during the week. Not only did you fall in love with the man himself, but his music was nearly impossible to not get hypnotized to.

You sat next to one of Law’s band members, who would be in the performance in front if Law hadn’t taken the spotlight in singing, Ikkaku. She pulled the rolled-up drug out of her lips and exhaled.

“So you and Law have been dating for a little now, huh?” She asked with a sluggish smile and rose eyes. You finally disconnected your trance from him and paid attention to the intoxicated vocalist, the music playing in the background.

“Oh, yeah we have” You smiled proudly. Ikkaku nodded slowly and nudged your shoulder.

“Aren’t you one of a kind then. I’ve been trying so hard to get that loser a girlfriend since freshman year” She giggled. You reciprocated and turned your head back to the singing boy.

“I guess I am. I’m honestly surprised” You gushed. You never would’ve thought out of all people, Law would pick you as a partner in crime.

“I remember the day he told us he got a girlfriend, it was hilarious” Ikkaku smiled. You raised an eyebrow, remembering that Law never told you how his friends reacted to the rather big news.

According to the girl, everyone was baffled. Especially since it was you, of all people. They’d assume you were popular and well known considering the jock you were latched onto throughout the halls of Grand Ocean. Upon hearing the news, they treated it as of Law survived a terminal illness or a train wreck. You couldn’t help but giggle at Ikkaku’s explanation, that could’ve been fabricated to her own amusement.

I thought that you would want my hand but now

I love you can't be sad

Go be free I'll get on with no dread

I'll find a new focus to free me

I thought that you would go away but we would always feel the same

More dummy more money you think the things you show me are so funny it's not funny

Law began the song's iconic guitar solo. The way his hands fluently plucked the strings with complete ease made your cheeks flare up. The music made goosebumps trail up your spine and body. Law had his eyes shut and a prideful grin on his face as his solo filled the entire room with his sheer talent. You slowly grew a beaming smile, all the way to the very end.

You clapped your hands and gave a small cheer at his talent. You caught a glimpse, even through the colorful LED lights and slight clouds of transparent smoke, of his happy smile with your loving support—which he appreciated more than anything. Law pressed his lips close to the mic and performed the last verse.

I thought that you would want my hand but now

I love you can't be sad

Go be free I'll get on with no dread

I'll find a new focus to free me

I thought that you would go away but we would always feel the same

More dummy more money you think the things you show me are so funny it's not funny

Shachi hit the last note on the drum and Penguin let go of his guitar that was supported by a strap once the song concluded. Law ran his fingers through his damp locks that were caused by his own sweat. He had a smile as soon as you lifted your relaxed body to jump on his own. His chest was slightly moist but you didn’t care. You absolutely adored his performance like any other.

“You liked it?” He chuckled, supporting your body with his arm and holding your cheek with his palm. You looked up at his steel eyes with excitement.

“Duh, of course! You always do amazing” You giggled. Law planted a chaste kiss on your lips in front of everyone. Law loved one main thing about you, and that was how you weren’t afraid to publicly display your affection towards him—in a moderate manner, of course. You heard Shachi playfully gag from behind.

“You two are gross…” Penguin sighed, leaning over to another person in the basement to grab ahold of the rolled, smoking drug.

“Get a room!” Shachi said, cupping his mouth with his hands to project his voice louder.

Obviously, you two both heard the teasing boys loud and perfectly clear. Law had a smile on his face as he continued to leave kisses on your happy lips, all while pulling up a loving middle finger to both Penguin and Shachi.

“Alright, lover boy” You cooed, pulling your body away from your boyfriend. He took your separation as a chance to finally pull off the instrument on his body and place it gently on its designated stand.

“Have somewhere to be?” Law asked as he watched you step down from the mini, hand-made stage and to grab your jacket you immediately tore off from the high temperature of the room.

“I do, yeah” You responded. Law stood closely next to you while you situated your belongings in your palms.

“I’m throwing Ace’s birthday party at my place. Nami and Sabo are helping me set it up” You explained. You finally turned your body to the raven boy that had his hands on his hips.

“I see, I can give you a ride and help out if you’d like” Law offered. Your face grew a happy smile knowing you’d be able to spend more time with your lover like you always yearn for.

“Of course, baby” You sang, kissing his cheek in the process. Law chuckled and ruffled your hair, turning his body to Ikkaku who was in the middle of rolling a new round.

“Meet me outside in a few, just need to grab my things” Law informed, snagging the freshly rolled drug from Ikkaku and receiving an angry punch in his thigh in the process.

You hummed and waved the room goodbye, to which you were quite fond of by your frequent visits. You thought Law’s friends were a pleasure to be around, despite the fact they were barely sober half the time. You always reeked of the iconic smell back at home and prayed your mother didn’t catch on. She loved Law and she’d hate to find out he actually did a few things here and there that people wouldn’t take too kindly. You didn’t want to be the one to jeopardize that.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to deal with that. On this current weekend that dwelled upon you, your mother was out on a business trip that would pay her more money than usual. You thought it’d be perfect to celebrate your dear friend’s birthday on the day you had zero supervision.

There you stood outside of Law’s car, dowsing your body in your handy perfume to dull the pungent smell of weed. As soon as your body smelled more like strong chemicals than the infamous drug, you stood there satisfied and waited for your tall, tatted boyfriend to arrive.

“Sorry, that idiot Shachi moved my keys and we spent ages trying to find them” Your boyfriend huffed after he bolted to the car. You had been standing beside the vehicle for a few minutes and figured Law had been so high, he'd forget about your newfound plans. You giggled.

“I thought you passed out. I was ready to hijack your car” You watched him walk to the driver's side to finally unlock the doors.

“Just because your car is bad doesn’t mean you have to steal mine, sweetheart” He laughed. He placed a hand on the headrest to turn his body towards the back window. You watched him pull out of the driveway, and this position was oddly attractive to you.

“Hey, my car isn’t that bad! Respect your elders!” You crossed your arms. Law just replied with a chuckle and turned his body to proceed down the road.

Now, in contrast to the first few visits you had in Law’s car, he had a tender hand squeeze your thigh each drive you had with him. Each time you felt his printed hand on your thigh, you formed a sheepish smile with tinted cheeks. You’d gaze at it like it was painting in a museum each car ride. Sometimes, Law would rub your thigh as a silent way of saying ‘I love you, and I got you’, and you’d feel a fuzzy blanket form around your body each time. Sure, Law displayed a stone-cold, nonchalant attitude in front of anyone, including you, but he did the subtle things that made you feel loved.

“How many people are going to be at the party?” Law asked. You were locked on your phone that you were mindlessly scrolling onto to pass the time. You hum and click your tongue at Law’s question.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of the school came. I invited everyone” You replied. Law blew a raspberry with widened eyes, seemingly not expecting an answer like that.

“Good luck cleaning that up, (F/N)-ya” He reminded. You shrugged, fully aware of what the aftermath may look like but your mother wouldn’t be home until after the weekend came to a close so you had plenty of time to tidy up the reckless mess.

“You’re coming, right?” You asked, turning your head to the focused driver beside you.

“Yeah, I will. Just for a little, I don’t do parties” Law sighed. Law didn’t want to go at all but considering his partner was going to be there, probably intoxicated, he had no other choice but to go.

“Party pooper…” You muttered.

“Don’t make me cry, (F/N)-ya”

Law finally pulled up to your home only to see two other cars in front you were familiar with, unlike your boyfriend beside you. His overprotectiveness completely washed over, making the grip on your thigh get firmer. You giggled, admiring his protectiveness.

“Relax, it’s just Nami and Sabo. I gave them keys to my place just in case I was late” Those words eased up Law’s tension.

You both exited out of the car and into the house. Law was right behind your tail, keeping a comfortable distance. Although he had his hands in his pockets and his head turned away, you knew he always had his guard up to protect you. You secretly gave a sweet smile before entering the building.

“(F/N)! You’re here!” Nami, who was standing straight up on your kitchen island hanging decorations, gleams at your entrance. You gave the orange-haired girl a happy wave.

Sabo comes cautiously down the stairs with a box of what seemed to be more party supplies. He placed the box down beside the couch, wiping off his forehead and exhaling.

“Good to see you, (F/N). Oh, and you too Law” Sabo greeted. Law only hummed nonchalantly at Sabo’s greeting. Your eyes trailed to a tall, bulky, green-haired man sprouting from the same steps Sabo was once on.

“Zoro?” You asked. He cluelessly looked in your direction and just waved his hand.

“Oh, yeah I brought him along to help with the heavy lifting and stuff” Nami finished hanging the decorations up top and plopped on her bottom on the island.

“Awesome! Now we have two tall guys helping out” You giggled, turning up to your tiresome boyfriend behind. Law placed a hand on your head before he strutted passed you.

“Let’s get to work. Party’s in a few hours” He says, lifting the party box on the counter to lift the lid off.

Everyone agrees and proceeds to finish decorating the house from top to bottom in decorations. Each piece of decor was a shade of red or orange for Ace’s typical color pallet. On the very front, big shiny lettering displayed ‘Happy Birthday, Fire Fist Ace!’ and under displayed an ‘18’ at the bottom. All that was left was food, drinks, and, of course, the guests.

“Sanji should be coming with the food soon. Zoro is getting the booze” Nami stated. You happily clapped your hands together in excitement, knowing that your dearest friend would be through the roof of happiness by this party.

“Why do I have to get the booze!?"

“Because you’re always drinking, moron! Be useful!”

“I have been, you witch! I might as well have skipped gym day today with all this heavy lifting I’ve been doing!”

“Oh, shut up! You’re lucky I’m not even compensating you that much for the drink run”

“You what!?”

You giggled at the big brother, little sister troupe Zoro and Nami displayed. You felt a hand turn your body to meet a bigger, taller one. You looked up to see your exhausted boyfriend standing in front.

“I’m gonna head out and study for my medical exam. I’ll see you at the party, okay?” He held your hands from below. You exhaled, the sight of those dark circles was concerning to you.

“Are you sure you won’t overwork yourself? You’ve been studying for this exam forever. You’ve barely gotten sleep!” You trailed your thumb to his dark eyes. Law carved a side smile.

“Relax, I’ll be fine. I wanna pass this, that’s all” He grabbed your hand that lingered on his face to give it a quick peck.

“I’ll miss you…” You murmur. Law plants a soft kiss on your forehead and ruffles your hair once more.

“I’ll be here soon, don’t worry. Be safe” He gave you one tender embrace before pulling away to leave the house. You gave him a small wave, slightly pained to see him go so soon.

“You two must be really happy with each other,” Nami says from behind. You hum and turn your body. Nami was far from wrong. You smiled proudly.

“Of course, he’s the sweetest if he’s not a sarcastic prick” You giggle. Nami smiles, sliding her body off of the marbled island.

“I honestly thought you and Ace would be together, not ever Law” Nami giggled, stretching her body.

You couldn’t help but exhale a nervous laugh, not really sure of what to think by that statement. You were sure you strictly displayed your and Ace’s relationship as sibling-like. On top of the fact, you took pride in your relationship with Trafalgar.

“I’d rather die than be in a relationship with that idiot” Is all you could muster up. Sabo and Nami exchanged laughter at your comment. You decided to brush off the discomfort for now.

Law, not even a few feet off the steps, heard the conversation from beyond the door. Nami’s comment made his heart sting just a bit, already slightly on edge of your inseparable relationship with the fire fist. He just exhaled and proceeded to his own car to make his merry way back home.

・❥・

Law found himself staring at a blank notebook page with a cracked open textbook that’s been sitting on the same anatomy page for over a half an hour. He had his clouded head resting on his palm, tapping his mechanical pencil on that same blank page. Law barely studied for his upcoming exam, mainly because it wasn’t necessary, but also because his brain was preoccupied from you.

The boy found himself wondering why of all people you chose him to be with and not Ace. Law wasn’t the insecure type, but based off of Nami’s judgment and assumption, it left him a pit of despair. He loved you, dearly, but he couldn’t help but wonder why he got to have this type of relationship with you. He internally began to make a venn diagram of him and Ace with their talents and attributes. So far, Ace slowly exceeded. To prevent his mind from going further into the trenches, he drew a quick sketch of your own side profile—knowing it from the back of his hand. He smiled, seeing how it progressively began to look more like you. His heart was truly full of nothing but you, aside from music and art of course.

Law’s phone finally buzzed.

(F/N) - 8:46 P.M

[Attachment: 2 Images] how does this outfit look???

There you sent two images to Law of yourself. One of which was, what he thought, your adorable face, and the second was the single weakness Law had upon seeing it. You wore a dress that wrapped around your body beautifully and Law felt his cheeks burn up several degrees. He felt his thumbs tremble before beginning to type a response.

Law - 8:48 P.M

thank god i’m going or else everyone would be gawking over you

(F/N) - 8:49 P.M

never saw you as the jealous type <;33 i’ll see you soon, luv i love you

Law smiled at your message, completely at ease by your simple notification. All his negative thoughts began to wash away knowing you loved him just as much as he loved you. Finally, Law began to scribble down words that were relevant to the medical field.

Meanwhile, you were welcoming guests inside. You wanted everyone to arrive before Ace did, and you had the perfect plan for it. No one spoke a word to the jock about his surprise birthday party just as you asked. Sanji was cooking in your kitchen, despite him already bringing platters upon platters of food. He insisted, all while rather flirtatiously, to you that’d he cook a bit more considering Luffy would be running around. Zoro already helped himself to some alcohol but that was no shocker to anyone. The last few stragglers came in until nine o’clock finally struck; the official time of the party.

“Alright everyone hide!” Nami instructed with her powerful voice. Everyone scrambled behind tables and the couch while you dialed the number of the birthday boy.

“Hello-“

“Ace Ace! Please come over now! I think a wolf broke in and I need your help!” You shrieked. Your tone made the party guests believe you for a moment before they realized it was fake. There might as well be an actual wolf.

“Wha-!? Seriously!? I'm on my way, just stay locked in your room or somethin’” Ace said frantically. You held in every bit of laughter in your system to avoid giving away your award-winning act.

“Hurry! I hear it coming up the stairs!” You say, finally hanging up the phone.

“Was that actually necessary?” Zoro said, sitting on a still on your kitchen island sipping on a glass bottle of beer. You glared at him.

“Yes, now go hide. He’s speeding down here as we speak” You pointed your finger. Zoro groaned and sluggishly leaned against a wall that was a fairly long distance from your door.

You peeked through the window that perfectly displayed your front yard. You could see familiar headlights in the long, night distance and scrambled to shut off the lights.

“He’s coming! Everyone be quiet!” You whispered.

Your hands yanked the party popper off a nearby table and held it in your hands. Your body hugged the wall right beside the door, intentionally avoiding where the door would slam against from Ace’s hands.

He burst the door. The sudden shockwave made your body flinch, you thought you almost gave yourself away for a moment. Ace was met with complete darkness, not to mention an intact house despite your cries for help. He expected the place to be in shambles.

“(F/N)!? Are you okay!?” He yelled out. At the sound of his worrisome voice, lights beamed at his freckled face as well as pieces of colorful paper from the party popper you carried.

"Surprise!"

The crowd cheered off in different pitches and volumes. The “audience” clapped and cheered, some even latching onto the man himself who was baffled, to say the least.

“What is this…?” Is all the brunette could say.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his body. Your giggles, as well as your safe body, made Ace holler in laughter. Ace finally adjusted to the sudden shock and realized it was nothing but a false alarm.

“I was wondering how a wolf would come in if the door was closed” Ace spun your body around in circles before placing you back on your feet.

“You did all this?” He asked. You nodded, picking off bits of colorful paper off of his shaggy hair.

“Yep! All afternoon! Happy Birthday, idiot” You nudge his toned arm. Ace gave you a ruffle of your hair, similar to your boyfriend, and filled the room with more laughter.

The music was now blasting its way down your entire neighborhood, letting all the peaceful sleeping households know the party only just started. You raised a drink in the air with Ace and cheered, but little did you know that wouldn’t be your only drink of the night.

About an hour into the celebration, you were growing slightly tipsy, but you could still speak coherently and control your thoughts. The door opened, revealing a familiar presence you have been missing for hours.

“Laaaaaaw~” You sang, latching your entire body on the raven boy. He chuckled, supporting your loopy body with an arm. He was met with chaste, sloppy kisses on his cheek and lips.

“Hey, hey…” He pulled you off by your shoulders to get a better look at your slightly intoxicated face. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Missed me that much?” He smiled. You nodded profusely.

“Always” You giggle.

You pull Law into a larger crowd. Seeing the immense crowd was a one-way ticket for his social anxiety to flood his insides, already wanting to bolt out that very door he walked into. Law signed up for this the moment his hand turned that same doorknob, though. Besides, he did this for you and only you. He promised to only stay for about an hour or so.

But Law felt himself wanting to leave earlier. Your clinginess only lasted so long until your body became glued to the man of the Party; Portgas D. Ace. Law drank bottles of beer to fit in, but realistically only had a drink or two. He watched from afar to your friendliness to the birthday boy. He felt himself wanting to smash the bottle in hand and swing it over someone’s head from his pent-up anger.

“I can’t believe (F/N) isn’t dating Ace! I thought they were together until she posted that she’s going out with that Trafalgar guy!”

“I know, right? They’re still cute though”

“But I thought Ace and her would’ve been the cutest!”

“You’re not wrong!”

Those words would be jumbled around over the course of the night Law stayed. He had to faintly hear almost every conversation about it on the sidelines. All his insecurities came flooding back from a small cooldown, but this time you weren’t there to help it relax. In fact, Law felt like you only made it worse.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of you with your arm around Ace’s broad shoulders sharing the same bottle, he felt like he lost it. He threw his bottle somewhere on the table, completely soiling whatever was in its radius.

To be frank, you were drunk out of your mind. What started as a slight buzz turned into a complete blackout. You weren’t thinking. If you were sober, you’d hate to be this close to Ace but nothing stopped either of you. Ace was just as, if not more, intoxicated as you were. Although, neither of you did anything with each other besides drink and obnoxiously sing the lyrics of the songs loudly playing around you.

You felt your arm have a sudden, firm grip around it and detach your arm away from the drunken jock. You yelped. Ready to start throwing punches at whoever grabbed you, you realized it was none other than Law himself. He dragged you upstairs where no one stayed, and the music was beginning to muffle out. The hallway was dark and mellow. You had a loopy, dumbfounded face while Law had eyes ready to murder. He held a strong grip on your shoulders.

“(F/N)-ya I-“

“Babyyyyyy~ I missed youuuu~ Where have you been?” You slurred, swaying your body left and right before you leaned your face against his. Law quickly jolted his head away, which was completely new to you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, what gives? You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You puffed out your bottom lip dramatically before coughing out a fit of giggles.

“Stop, you’re so drunk I can smell it off of you,” Law said, completely unamused. You rolled your eyes and pressed your back against the wall.

“Whatever, whatever. What’s upppp~? In the mood to make out or somethin’?” You winked. Law scoffed, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

“Stop it, (F/N). Please” He said sternly. The fact he didn’t use the iconic nickname he gave you made you pause, but still wobble on your own balance.

“Look, you’ve been glued to Ace all night and… I need you to cut it out. Get some rest while you’re at it” Law said with a pained sigh. You burst into a fit of laughter. The jealous boy couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow.

“You’re funny, babe! C’mon, it’s his birthdayyyy~” You said, your body almost collapsing on itself the more you tried to stand still.

“(F/N), people are starting to think you’re cheating on me with that guy. Relax a bit, would ya? Please, I know your room is this way-“

Law tried extending a hand to escort you to your room, but a sloppy hand slapped it away. Law stared at you with hurt, yet angry, silver eyes. You couldn’t even make out his own face from the immense alcohol intake, but you could make out his words. You glared at him.

“Stop being such a party pooper, Law. I’m trying to have fun!” You scolded.

“Excuse me? So you dancing and being with him all night long is having fun? I’m right here!”

“And? It’s his birthday! Can I have fun just this one day, jeez!” You began to sound like a pre-teen yelling at their parents. Law felt like he was about to burst a blood vessel.

“I get that, (F/N)-ya but you're being ridiculous”

“Well, if you’re so bothered by it then just leave! You don’t even like parties so just leave me alone and let me have my fun! I set up this party, y’know!”

Your words might as well be a harpoon the way it plunged into Law’s heart. He stared at you with widened eyes, not saying a single word. Law couldn’t even give you the benefit of the doubt of the fact you were drunk off your mind so whatever you were saying was deemed fabricated and false because of how distraught he was by your words. The words didn’t hurt him as bad, though. What made everything a hundred times worse for the boy was your angry, careless expression to go along with it like it didn’t phase you a second that you shattered his heart.

“So can I go now?”

After those words, Law pushed passed you with zero remorse left. You were left there in the hallway, whose atmosphere was now filled with despair and animosity, all by yourself. You glared at Law with each step he took downstairs.

The crowd made its way for Law. His steps could bash someone’s skull in and his demeanor gave off the vibe he was about to murder anyone that dared spoke a word to him. Everyone grew quiet once the loud, slamming sound of the door echoed in the room. You stood up top on the steps with a careless smile.

“C’mon! Who said this party was over!?” You shouted, raising a fist. Everyone cheered to your voice as if nothing happened. As if you didn’t unknowingly ruin your relationship.

The rest of the lively night was a blur. The more you took, the more you began to lose control of your body and became blackout drunk. The last thing you remembered was screaming Happy Birthday over cake and everything went dark. To your surprise, you woke up in your bed the following morning.

You never thought sun rays could burn your eyes so bright in the morning but here you were. Wincing like a vampire as soon as you realized the bright morning sun flooded up in your windows to peek through your curtains. Your head was on the verge of exploding from the grueling headache. You winced as you sat up from your bed to realize you were still in your party attire, minus the absence of your heels.

“Fuck, what happened…” You murmured.

You didn’t hesitate to slip your body into more comfortable clothing compared to the tight dress causing more discomfort in your distressed state. Your legs were wobbly and weak but you still managed to make your way down the steps. The living room was not only several times brighter than your room but also looked like a hurricane went through it. A happy, morning Sabo was slowly cleaning up the place while the birthday boy was snoring on the couch with drool.

“Sabo?” You said groggily. Sabo flinched at your voice and quickly exhaled.

“You scared me, (F/N). Slept okay?” He asks with a smile, carrying a full black trash bag. You nod slowly, making your way to the messy kitchen.

“Last night was pretty crazy, huh?” Sabo hummed. He made sure his voice was quiet for you and Ace.

“I barely remember it…” You murmur. The main thing you focused on was grabbing a crisp bottle of water to soothe your body at least a little.

“I don’t doubt it. You were pretty crazy” Sabo gently placed the bag by the door with the rest of them. He began to continue cleaning the place little by little.

“I’ll help out,” You say, grabbing the wooden stick of the broom to sweep the floor from the party.

You two silently cleaned the place from top to bottom. The party aftermath left about five full bags of nothing but trash. You dusted your hands together and shared a high five with Sabo now that the place was clean.

“Free of any evidence” Sabo chuckled. You nodded.

Nothing prevented you from slapping your hand against the slumped boy's cheek to wake him up. Ace didn’t budge until your force grew harder and harder. He groaned and flailed his arms around to push you away.

“Okay, okay I’m up!” His eyes still closed, he sat up from the couch and palmed his eyes. You gave one last light smack beside Ace’s head.

“Morning”

You sat in the seat across from him, yawning. Ace finally fluttered his eyes open with a scrunched-up face.

“What even happened last night?” Ace said groggily. Sabo sighed, ready to explain the chaos he caused.

“You were off the rails with (F/N)” Sabo replied. He turned his body to a growling coffee maker.

“Why are you two here, anyway?” You asked curiously. Ace just replied with a dumbfounded shrug. His response didn't surprise you a drop.

“You two were the drunkest people here, so I stayed to put you both to bed after I forced everyone out. The police were almost called by your neighbors” Sabo chuckled, pouring a steaming hot cup of coffee in a mug.

“Jeez, I guess I threw one hell of a party” You giggled. You flickered your eyes around to see a tall, raven-haired, tattooed boy but nothing. You thought Law would’ve stayed to nurse your hangover but to your surprise, he wasn’t there.

“Where’s Law?” You abruptly asked.

Both of the brothers exchanged eye contact like they knew the answer. Ace said he wasn’t going to be the one to say it through Sabo’s eyes, and he sighed in complete defeat.

“He… left long before the party ended. He seemed pretty upset”

You raised an eyebrow, completely dumbfounded. You traced back the entire night but could only see your moments with the hungover boy in front of you.

“Upset? Why would he be-“

The air in your lungs is suddenly squeezed out by your terrified gasp. Sabo jolted and Ace just looked completely concerned. It finally clicked. The angsty conversation you had with your boyfriend flickered in your brain enough for you to piece it together. You rose up from your seat so quickly, that you grew slightly lightheaded. Your head whipped around your surroundings.

“Wha-? What’s wrong, (F/N)?” Sabo shifted his body away from the kitchen and immediately to you, looking like you’d been attacked by a ghost.

“My phone! I need my phone!” You shrieked. Ace groaned, your voice piercing through his brain.

“I’ll help look. Ace! You too!” Sabo said sternly as if he was a mother of ten kids.

You, as well as the two brothers, scurried around to find your missing cellular device that could’ve been absolutely anywhere. Thanks to your foggy memory and reckless drinking habits, your phone was tucked away in an absurd hiding place that Ace ironically found. You gleamed at the mere sight of it, snatching it off his tired hands.

“What’s wrong anyway? Never seen you so passionate about your phone” Ace said, scratching the back of his head.

“I think I just ruined my relationship while I was drunk out of my mind…”

You frantically turned on your phone and saw that Law hadn’t messaged or called you once all night. That simple sight made your hopes plummet and your heart shatter. You realized this was entirely your fault and looking back at the argument made your heart sink even further.

“Sabo,” You said sternly. He felt a shiver run alongside his body. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything with Ace. Y’know, like…?” You said, insinuating anything that wasn’t platonic. Sabo frantically shook his head.

“No, no! Of course not! All you did was share drinks and be annoyingly loud” Sabo reassured. You exhaled in complete relief knowing you had the control to prevent anything from happening.

“If I so much as kissed that moron I would’ve jumped off a bridge”

“Same here, asshole!”

You quickly opened Law’s contact and didn’t hesitate to call his number. You realized it was rather early in the morning for him to be awake but it didn’t hurt to try. You felt like crying as soon as you heard his voicemail instead of the loving voice you desperately longed for in this current situation. You tried again, but the same fate occurred. You collapsed on the couch once again, sluggishly sitting there in complete defeat.

“No use?” Sabo asked. All you could do was give him a slow nod while you typed out a message to him for him to see when he awoke.

(F/N) - 6:56 A.M

hey law we need to talk. i remember what happened and i really need to talk to you. call me as soon as you can i love you..

The last message was something Law read over and over. Truth be told, Law didn’t sleep since he left your place full of anger and frustration. As soon as he got home, he let out a few tears that not even his guitar could dry. He sat on the corner of his bed in quiet sobs, not really wanting to throw you away by your drunken words. Despite that, your words still pained his already shambled heart past its extent. He couldn’t sleep. He knew the moment he’d shut his eyes, your words would only replay through his eyes.

So Law broke nightfall to now stare at your two messages. He read the ‘I love you’ and reconsidered your relationship with him. He figured that if that were true, you wouldn’t have said what you said back at the party. He didn’t want to talk to you—not yet. Law watched your caller I.D buzz until the line disconnected. Even if he did answer, he wouldn’t know what to say to you, let alone your physical face. He desperately wanted to grab the phone and cry to you about his feelings, but that sense of vulnerability petrified him more than anything as well as the fact that talking to you wouldn’t help his wounds. Law silently told you he wanted space.

Sabo and Ace ended up spending the entire day at your place to comfort your current lovers quarrel. They kept you good company in playing games with you and spending brotherly time together but that didn’t erase Law from your overthinking brain.

5:34 P.M. - You sat on the couch with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body. You stared blankly at a movie displaying in front of you on the big screen TV. Sabo was on the other end of the couch mimicking your demeanor, the only difference was he was actually intrigued with the movie.

“Ace, while you’re there can you pour me somethin’ to drink” Sabo called out from the living room. You could hear Ace sigh.

The room began to flood in with the buttery aroma of freshly made popcorn. Granted, it was made from the microwave but it was still delicious. You let out an audible sigh. Sabo noticed your distressed state never vanished all day since the morning. He’d catch you checking your messages to see if Law messaged you under your nose, but nothing. Your inbox was filled with notifications that didn’t matter to you. You only worried about your boyfriend.

“What am I gonna do at school tomorrow?” You asked. Sabo hummed while he averted his attention from the TV to you.

“With Law?” His question made you hum and nod. You couldn’t maintain eye contact with the blonde, but you could tell he was concerned. The aroma grew stronger when Ace plopped in the middle of you two with a steaming bowl of popcorn. Ace shoved a fist full into his mouth.

“Talk to him, duh” He muffled out. You rolled your eyes at the oblivious jock.

“Not as easy as it sounds, Ace” Sabo added. Ace pointed the bowl towards his brother while chewing on his mouthful of popcorn. “If he’s ignoring her online, what makes you think he’ll welcome her with open arms in person”

“I guess, but think of it like this” Ace grabbed the remote that lingered on the glass coffee table innocently. Ace paused the movie that was playing, which you weren’t even paying attention to, panning his attention between you and his brother.

“If he’s ignoring you online, he can’t ignore you in person? Hm?” Ace felt like he was the smartest person to ever walk the planet while you and Sabo gave him eyes that said otherwise.

“Ace, I’m sure he’ll just ignore me in person. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass myself” Sabo hummed in agreement.

“Besides, I think (F/N) must’ve hurt him so bad that he needs time to recover” Sabo hit you where it hurt and you flickered your eyes away in embarrassment. Sabo cringed. “Sorry, (F/N)… Didn’t mean it that way-“

“I get it. No reason to sugarcoat it…”

The two sat in silence for a moment. They equally felt bad for your current situation and seeing you hurt only pained them more. Sure, Ace was an oblivious, one-track-minded guy but he still cared for the people around him—especially you. Sabo was in the same boat.

“I think you should give him some space until Tuesday or so…” Sabo recommended and you couldn’t object.

“What did you even say to him anyway?” Ace abruptly asked. He leaned back against the couch with his arms spread. He rolled his head towards you.

Ace’s question made you realize you kept whatever you told Law a secret. This entire time they’ve been clueless of the actual situation and assumed it was pretty bad for Law’s ghosting absence. You felt cold and bare, despite being wrapped in warmth, when you opened your mouth to explain.

“I barely remember, but he said he was uncomfortable with how I was with Ace last night and I told him to just leave…” Is all you can manage to describe the quarrel. You saw Ace cringe at your explanation, knowing that he was a major part of it. Sabo was left somewhat speechless.

“To be honest, I figured that was the case” Sabo spoke. You shrugged in defeat.

“Yeah, that’s sort of embarrassing…” Ace exhaled, rubbing his back as a nervous stim. “Does he know about our relationship?”

“I’ve told him numerous times but I guess I was just too clingy because I was drunk and it was your birthday”

“Well, take this as a learning experience to never drink like that again” Sabo laughed. His slight sprinkle of humor to the painful situation made a soft giggle escape your lips.

“First and last time…”

Suddenly, the doorknob from behind began to jiggle and rumble. A shiver went down your spine, wondering whoever this was trying to break into your home. Your delusions began to take over and the only person you could think of popped out of your mouth as the door swung open. Your legs moved on their own to an abrupt rise from your seat, the blanket pouring onto the floor.

“Law…?”

The door revealed an exhausted, tall woman sighing in complete relief to be in the comfort of her home. She tossed her keys by the steel bowl beside the door where the rest of the keys lingered. Your body relaxed at the sight of someone you didn’t expect to see, while the two brothers smiled in delight.

“Hey mom…”

You say lowly. Your mother smiled, seeing the surprise of both brothers in front of her. She hugged them both ever so lovingly, leaving a tighter embrace around your disappointed body. You were happy to see your mother, of course, but you oddly expected the raven-haired boy instead to come out and spin you in his toned arms.

“What are you boys doing here while I’m gone?” She said, her voice spewing a bit of animosity towards you. You remembered she strictly told you to not have anyone over unless it was an emergency.

“(F/N) was helping us study for a really important exam before Christmas Break. Sorry if you didn’t want anyone over” Sabo saved your skin to your mother, who had eyes ready to pull you by your ear to lecture you. You silently thanked him.

“Well, I expected nothing less from my little scholar” She giggled.

“Why don’t you two stay for dinner and I’ll drop you rodents back home. Sounds good?” She gleamed, her hands placed on her hips.

You hear the two agree with excitement. You sighed, hoping your lovingly warm mother's cooking would warm your tainted heart. You decided to cover the lover's quarrel with your mother to keep that perfect picture in her head. That is until the dreading thought of you two breaking up occurred. It was all you thought about. It’d make your stomach turn and your throat tighten at the mere thought. It’s only been a couple months or so, but you loved Law more than anything. Knowing that you were the very cause of your perfect relationship only made you want to crumble before everyone.

That night you lay in the comfort of your bed, imagining what would happen in the familiar hallways of the building you were scheduled to arrive to the following morning. It’d be exactly like how it was the very first time you met the boy. You didn’t expect him to hold you in that tight, warm embrace he’d usually do whenever you were stressed or overwhelmed. He wouldn’t kiss you with those lovingly soft lips with an arm on your back that silently spoke; ‘I’ve got you’. He’d push passed you like you were a stranger with those mysterious, steel eyes. Only this time, those eyes had more sadness and sorrow buried within them than before.

The imagery flashed before your eyes, and in your, what you thought would be, peaceful slumber. You didn’t have high hopes of getting good enough sleep that night. With your body coiled in a fetal position and your arms tucked in your chest, you can only think of saying one thing.

“We’ll be okay, Law…”

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