#jakob just loves his wife so much

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— enhypen when they marry a fan on live to make their s/o jealous !

idol!enhypen x reader, established relationship au, fluff & no warnings.

hi guys! hope you enjoy my first work <3

♫ sunshine girl by jakob

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

oh gosh

definitely would tease you but at the same time shower you in affection bc he just finds it so so cute that you’re jealous over something like this AAAAA

you’d probably be sitting in the corner of the room while he was on live, reading comments.

at first, even, you’d probably be studying rather than paying that much attention to your boyfriend

but your ears perk up at your boyfriend reading a rather concerning comment

“heeseung will you marry me for ten seconds?”

he lets out a giggle.

and slightly glances at your expression where you’re sitting with a raised brow.

he smiles back at the camera and starts counting down from ten.

you would have scoffed if not for the fear that the fans would hear

as soon as the live ended, you look at him with straight face

“what is it, love?” you almost throw your notepad at the smirk on his lips

“love?” you question. “shouldn’t you be calling your wife that?”

he’d probably walk over to you and wrap his arms around your crossed arms and place a kiss on your forehead :(

“i divorced them bc of how cute you are”

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

i don’t think jay would ever think to do something like this to his beloved himself

he was on live with jungwon and niki who read the comment “jay hyung, a fan asked if you’d marry them for ten seconds”

jay would be hesitant but after seeing a playful expression on his two younger members faces, something irked him to play along

he knew you were at home watching so he suddenly thought about how fun it would be

“sure!” he smiles and counts down from ten.

now, when he gets home he expects to be questioned on why on earth he would agree to that

but instead

hes punished with silent treatment

oh boy does he work for you to give him attention

“y/n, it wasn’t even me! jungwon and niki read it out! if i saw it i wouldn’t have even read it!”

can’t sleep if you don’t talk to him

if you talk to him but you’re still evidently mad, hes gonna cling onto you like a koala when he sleeps

meaning you’re stuck there until you show him some love bc hes never gonna do smth like this again

will probably tell of jungwon and niki for no reason 😭

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

sigh

the type to say “10 seconds?? i’ll marry you for way longer” with a wink or something

or even something like “you only wanna marry me for 10 seconds? that’s a shame, i won’t even be able to give u what u deserve”

deadass would say smth cheesy you can’t fight me on this one and it would be merely for the reason that he knows you’re eventually gonna see it even if you arent rn

and that’s exactly what happens

you probably won’t have seen it for like the first day but since you’re so obsessed with your bf, you follow his name hashtag on like every social media platform

so when a certain video in particular is trending on every single one of those apps, you know it’s bad. you know who you’re dating after all

at this point, jake doesn’t even remember what he said so when you angrily go over to his dorms, phone in hand and ready to scold him, he’s like “when did i even do that?” which only makes you more mad

then when he realises omg he gets so excited like “AAA i’ve been waiting for this”

and then just smothers you in kisses and hugs bc you’re too adorable and no one else compares

*crying* but so are you bc you’re wondering how many more fans he’s gonna flirt with for the rest of your lives together

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

this mf omggggg

would def do it with the hopes that you’ll just be so cute with him afterwards so he could just tease you

and tbf that’s what he ends up getting so for him it’s like a success

not only would he agree to marrying them but tbh i think sunghoon would do a bit more

like hugging the camera, bragging about his looks knowing the fans would comment all sorts of things etc

he would just do the most for no reason.

“aww is my baby jealous over a ten second relationship with a fan who i’ve never met? that’s so cute” *cheek pinch*

you’d whack away his hand and pout

“that’s all it took for you to marry someone else :(”

he laughs at all your responses but part of him actually feels bad

he gives you a bit of secret reassurance like before you go to sleep, he’ll cuddle you a bit tighter and say sweet things to you

“you’re so perfect, baby, i’m so lucky to have you.” “i don’t know what i’d do without you, my cute baby”

lots of cheek kisses and pinches

LORDDDD 🙏

soft hoon unleashes in the night

in the day he goes back to “which fan should i let have me for today” to which you throw a pillow at him for

[rippleberries]

(Jeffrey teased this at Star Trek San Francisco)

Jeffrey Combs, Barbara Crampton, Anna Lore, Nikki Hahn, and Anna Camp behind the scenes of HYSTERIA! (Photo courtesy Barbara Crampton)

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HYSTERIA! Reunites RE-ANIMATOR Duo Barbara Crampton and Jeffrey Combs

Surprise! The legendary genre pair turn up to add some ’80s cred to Peacock’s new Satanic Panic series.

BY

PHIL NOBILE JR.

OCTOBER 18, 2024 6:00 AM

By now you’re aware of Peacock’s Hysteria!, and that it features Bruce Campbell, who’s been promoted heavily in the marketing of the new show (which dropped today). But turns out he’s not the only genre icon appearing on the series.

Early viewers of Hysteria! have been excited to spot among its ensemble cast none other than Barbara Crampton and Jeffrey Combs, playing a bit against type as suburban parents. Speaking to FANGORIA, Crampton says that “showrunner/creator Matthew Scott Kane is a big Re-Animator fan, and it was his idea to reunite Jeff and myself for the first time since 1995!”

The duo have of course appeared in various unassailable horror classics over the years, beginning with Stuart Gordon’s aforementioned Re-Animator and its follow-up, From Beyond. Placing the pair in an ’80s-set, moral panic horror comedy made all the sense in the world to Kane.

“I'm a very devoted genre fan. All of Barbara and Jeff’s work with Stuart Gordon is so near and dear to my heart that, when these two roles came up, they were the first people that came to mind,” Kane says. “It was kind of a pipe dream. It was like, ‘Wouldn't it be nice if?’ I never thought they would pick up the phone.” To his surprise, the pair agreed, and their devotion to their relatively brief appearance surprised the showrunner.

“We all got dinner with each other, and Barbara and Jeffrey were asking me, ‘What's my motivation here?’ and ‘Here's what I'm thinking for this guy.’ Keep in mind, they’re in one scene — a pivotal scene, one which sets up the entire series — but they're really drilling it into me in ways that no other member of our cast did,” Kane shares. “The night before we were shooting the scene, I got a text from Barbara that could have easily filled a column in your magazine,” he laughs. “It was enormous, and it was brilliant. She was bringing so much — not just to the character, but she was so intelligent in terms of checking out the entire script, understanding what the themes of the show are, and understanding how she could fit into that.”

The series focuses on a struggling teen band called Dethkrunch who, in the wake of their high school quarterback’s disappearance, rebrand themselves as “Satanic” to ride the wave of moral panic sweeping their town. It works until it doesn’t, and they soon find themselves the target of a literal witch hunt. The project, which also boasts Julie Bowen, Anna Camp, Garret Dillahunt, Emjay Anthony and Milly Shapiro among its cast, was instantly alluring to Crampton. “I read the first three scripts of Hysteria! when I was cast and they were all fantastic,” Crampton says. “Fun, spooky, dark and thrilling.” For Crampton, the gig offered other pleasures. “We were giddy with excitement for our parts… and costumes!” (Anyone who’s seen the sartorial choices in Jakob’s Wife or The Last Stop in Yuma County knows Crampton loves a bold wardrobe choice.)

Her co-star Combs was also easily sold, calling the project “a lovely experience… short but sweet.” Like Crampton, Combs was drawn to the quality of the material. “Matthew is a very gifted writer,” he says. “I was thrilled to be part of this, and it would be a delight to work with him again.”

Though the pair both appeared in last year’s Onyx the Fortuitous and the Talisman of Souls, Crampton and Combs shared no scenes together in that film, making this their first onscreen appearance together since 1995’s Castle Freak (where they also played a married couple). “It was an absolute joy to work on screen with Jeffrey again,” Crampton exclaims. “We play the parents to an important character on this show (you’ll have to watch to see which one!) and this lady is amazing. I just adore her!”

Casting the iconic performers, even for just one episode, meant a lot to Kane. “We wanted Barbara and Jeff there for a reason. We wanted them there because we're all huge fans, but also because we know they're great actors and that they can come in and deliver something awesome so that, if we get a second season, they can come into the fold and be more regular characters. If there's a reason to get us a season two, it's to get Jeff Combs and Barbara Crampton back on the screen together for more than just five minutes.”

As to what happens over the course of the series, Crampton is as excited to find out as we are. “I’ve viewed the first episode and it’s a blast,” she shares. “I’ll be watching and posting about all the episodes and enjoying the show along with you all!”

All episodes of Hysteria! are now streaming on Peacock.

[clemisnotanorange]

i actually fucking love Rusty Lake Paradise, like everything eventually makes so much sense and connects with each other and all the metaphors and stuff

tws for character death and religion(?) and spoilers for Rusty Lake: Paradise, Cube Escape: Samasara Room, and Rusty Lake: Roots below read more

if i need to tag anything else just let me know

like how people continue their behaviour even after they’re given a second chance

and how Jakob helps his family despite the fact that they tried to sacrifice him a few years ago, and they ended sacrificing him to the lake for immortality anyways

and just the whole concept of an island who messed up really badly was striken with the 10 plagues. i just love religious themes in general though so that might just be me

it’s quite obvious through out the game that no one except for Elizabeth actually learns from their mistakes, gerard continuing to eat despite the fact that he literally died and came back to life after eating diseased meat, Nicholas who continued to search for immortality after his wife died and the lake cursed him for it, and David who became a fly creature after being a cocky bitch, and continued to be a cocky bitch. even Jakob, who doesn’t learn from his previous mistake and falls right into the trap his family set to kill him

the fact that the island is name “Paradise” obviously shows that it may have been paradise before when Caroline was still around, but now that she’s dead makes the name a paradox, since 10 plagues can’t possibly be paradise

how the lake is sentient and essentially is a god, requiring memories to sustain itself and feeding on people, turning them into corrupted souls and making them immortal, but likely in constant pain.

how some people were lucky enough to get the formula and achieve immortality, like the Eilander family, but others like William Vanderboom were trapped as a corrupted soul (before he got Rose to resurrect him)

down to the fact that the last name Eilander literally means “Islander” in dutch and they live on an island

i love the funny little horror puzzle game so much

[bucky-boychik-barnes]

Sending hugs always!

3. Biggest self-insert OC?

4. What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

5. What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

6. Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

7. What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

8. Do you have any OC family trees?

9. Favourite OC?

Please and thank you!

3. Biggest self-insert OC?

Sarah started out as a self-insert OC in a Xavier's School RP on the Ctrl+Alt+Del forums, in the eaaaarly 2010s. Since then, she's absolutely developed to be her own character, but she's sort of the person I would like to be now, regarding her chosen family, love of cooking/baking, and being creative. Meanwhile Oz has all of the money I wish I had and more, and Angie is as confident and cool as I want to be.

4. What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

I definitely can't list them all, just because I have so many OCs, so I will focus on my favorites for the rest of the questions, haha. Sarah loves artists like BABYMETAL and Paramore, her older sister Angie has a giant range of likes from Halestorm to Gary Allan, Oz is a big Britney Spears and general pop music/Top 40 fan.

5. What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

Oz hates all bugs, snakes, and lizards - it gets a tiny bit better when Doyle starts showing an interest in herpetology, but not much. Sarah has had to go to therapy to stop being anxious anytime she starts to get hungry, but she still carries snacks with her everywhere. Neither of them are a fan of men being loud and aggressive. Most of Angie's fears involve Sarah getting hurt in any way, shape, or form. (He is not okay when she goes through her one pregnancy - especially when he finds out about pregnancy psychosis.)

6. Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

Angie's wife, Rayne, and one of Oz's relationships, Andy, don't get written about enough. I really hope to change it someday.

7. What are your favorite relationships between your OCs? (Romantic or platonic!)

I love Oz and Calum's relationship, and how they are basically childhood sweethearts. They also have a third partner later in their life--a sweet, scholarly astrology nerd named Jakob that I haven't posted anything about on AO3, but have plenty of old WIPs with him. I also love that Oz has so much love in his life - not just from his family and partners, but he has so many friends. He considers Nic, Andy's wife, to be his platonic partner as well as best friend - they are married in a Bridgerton AU to save both of them from a life of misery.

8. Do you have any OC family trees?

Most of my OCs have fleshed out parents and siblings, though there are a few only children. Sarah and Angie are siblings, with Sarah four years younger. Oz has a sister that is two years younger than he is. There is a Gravity Falls AU that I like to think about, but idk if I will ever write, where Angie and Jakob are twins/stand-ins for Stan and Ford, and Sarah's grandkids are stand-ins for Dipper and Mabel.

9. Favorite OC?

Angie. He's such an asshole and has done and gone through so much, but he also made the decision to be better, and worked so hard to do it. He earned the relationships he has with his wife and Sarah, (they lost touch for a few years, Angie was in a bad place and acted like a dick to drive Sarah away 'for her own good') and beat his own mental health and cancer, and has a life he never thought he would have. (He always thought he would be a Very Unimportant Member of the 27 Club.)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Sorry to big u more but also. I know all four of the stars were close but also. How well and intimately do u have to know someone to not only fully remake them but then go and remake then at two entirely separate stages of their life you were never there for and don't even know what they looked like for and have it be -entirely accurate- bc I think about that! Like its meant to be as close to 1:1 and possible and he just. Nailed that

NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE grins so big. i will take any and all chances to talk about Zoneporia and anything in its orbit. as well know <3

this actually brings up an interesting point, with regards to Aporia vs. Z-one's other robotic copies of his husbands friends. Cuz like, you have a pretty solid argument that Antinomy and Paradox are successfully 1:1 accurate copies of their original selves (as 1:1 a mechanical recreation of a person can be) especially with looks and (presumably. maybe. possibly) with personality. But with Aporia.... I would argue Z-one didn't actually nail his 'remade' version(s) of him very well at all, tbh! Nor do I think he was intending to, even.

Cuz, honestly, just how accurate do the Emperors look compared to Aporia's actual life stages? Lester is probably the closest, but he's still an unnatural pale compared to child Aporia; meanwhile Jakob is like 348954 goddamn Feet Tall and wider than a barge and Primo. well Primo looks a little like the printer jammed while spitting him out.

Half of young adult Aporia's hair is just NOT THERE ON PRIMO. CHOPPED OFF. BIGASS BALD SPOT. imo it makes Primo in particular look....unfinished! and therein that lies a pretty big point about the Three Emperors that I've probably talked about before but always love getting into: theyre SUPPOSED to look unfinished and incomplete and a little bit 'off,' because theyre very much NOT actually robotic copies of Aporia at different ages or Young Adult Robot Recreations like Paradox and Antinomy.

They're the result of Aporia begging Z-one to give life to his Most Defining Traumatic Memories. They're embodiments of horrifying snapshots in time that Aporia believes made him who he is today....theyre. embodiments of despair :^)

The show never gets into How these despairs/traumatic moments got processed into becoming Three Mechanical Guys Who Talk and Walk Around, but I'd be willing to wager it's something involving extracting Aporia's memories and building them from that (and that's how Z-one was able to make Lester and Primo and have them look...Adjacent to how Apo looked at those implied ages.) It also explains why the three of them are such a volatile, mishmashed trio--Each one is only a third of a whole, a gijinka of a moment of Indescribably Intense Grief and Emotion, theyre each a piece that perhaps was not supposed to have been separated out into its own person ("person," lord knows theyre not people to Z-one) and well now everyone has to deal with that.

ANYWAY. TANGENT, APOLOGIZES. I don't think this diminishes the implied intimacy between Z-one and Aporia though, lemme be clear... how much trust must be there to not only ask to take your most defining, devastating memories and give them 'life,' but to heed that request and go out of your way to take the time and make More mechanical bodies than you needed for your other two friends. Aporia doesn't seem ill at ease in his Giant Monster Wereangel Body at all, so you do have to wonder the level of love and closeness to it all, to design and concoct a mechanical shell for your last living friend/wife that he's comfortable in, a body to give him the strength to fight for a better future his dying human flesh and bones couldn't muster.<-- *Aporia's robot body harnesses physical features the old and dying Aporia yearned for truther* THERE'S SIMPLY SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT WITH THEM. AND IM NORMAL ABOUT IT.

[fe-fictions]

May I have some Kaze and/or Jakob fluff in these trying times, please?

(Have some Kaze comforting his self conscious wife ;;;; U ;;;;; )

Kaze was concerned about you. You suddenly started to change things that he couldn’t help but notice. They started following a battle from a few days ago, but he didn’t realize it until you started to gradually alter everything about yourself.

Your body language changed around him, a hand on your arm a certain way, which covered the same spot each time. To any other, you looked nervous. It wasn’t hard for him to tell the difference, though.

You wore more clothes, next. Your collar was pulled up higher and your hair styled in such a way as if to shield a certain area on your neck.

What really weirded him out was when you began to wear gloves. Top that off with burying your hands under your pillow every night, and you had yourself a worried ninja husband, and rightly so.

“...Corrin, would you like to take a bath with me?” His voice was gentle when he called out to you, your back turned to him as you hunched over your desk.

“What was that, Kaze…?” You asked half-heartedly, unaware of his plans. Getting you into the bath would make you have to reveal your entire self, bare and vulnerable. It was then he hoped to get to the bottom of whatever it was you were trying to hide.

“I was hoping you would take a bath with me.” He repeated, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your shoulder in a calm, soothing manner. “We haven’t had much time to spend together since the last battle.”

He felt your body tense under his fingers when he mentioned the fight,  turning to face him with a weak smile. 

“I don’t know, Kaze...I took a bath with the girls the other night, and I don’t want to overwash my hair, or anything.”

“Then we won’t wash your hair, simple.” He concluded, sliding his hand from your shoulder down to your gloved hand (indoors, no less), taking it in his. He pressed a chaste kiss to your fingers, earning that sweet little blush he loved. “All I want is a nice time in the bath with my wife. You can wash my back, too, if you want.” “There you go, saying embarrassing things again.” You muttered, cheeks heating up even more. 

Despite blaming his shameful comments on being sick the last time, you noticed Kaze had grown bolder when speaking to you since then. Perhaps it was because he liked to tease you, you weren’t sure.

“It’s the truth. Besides, there’s always that one spot I can never reach. It’s very helpful when you get it for me.” “W-well, I...I’m not sure…” “Please, Corrin?” He urged you, and you bit your lip. He began to lift you up from your seat, now holding both your hands and coaxing you to the bathhouse. “It’ll just be you and me, I guarantee it.” 

“K-Kaze, there’s something I need to tell you.” You suddenly speak up, just as he pulls you from the room. “I can’t- I don’t want to-”

“Shh. Don’t be upset.” He murmured, pressing a finger to your lips. He covered it with a smile, and pecked your forehead. “You can tell me what’s wrong when you’re ready. I don’t want you to rush yourself.”

“Kaze…”

“Besides, worrying’s no good for you; those little lines on your forehead don’t belong.” He smiled wider, leading you towards the bathhouse. 

Though your squirming had eased somewhat, it was still evident, the way your fingers wiggled around inside his hand.

It finally ceased when he took you into the place, shutting the doors tight behind him. His scarf and top were already off when he returned, gloves and ties being removed as well as he walked towards you. 

The steam had risen in the bath, disguising you somewhat, which you were thankful for. “Hurry up and get undressed,” He chided you, slipping off his boots and pants, “The sooner you’re ready, the better.”

“R-right.” You smiled weakly again, and it made his lips turn downwards. It was borderline starting to freak him out, but again he said nothing. 

Wading into the water, he sat patiently, enjoying the relaxing feel of water lapping around him.

His eyes closed and he leaned against the wall of the bath, cracking an eye open only when he heard you stepping in to join him. 

He beckoned you closer with a finger, watching you nervously comply.

‘Hand’s on arm. Hair pushed forward more. Legs closer together, avoiding eye contact, nervous…’

“Come here, Corrin.” He looped an arm around you before you could protest, practically dragging you onto his lap with little room for you to protest. You squeaked in surprise, trying to jerk away when his hands landed firmly on your waist, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were trapped.

Caught.

“K-Kaze, please let me go.” You pleaded quietly, and his brow furrowed. You could sense the question on his lips, and you turned away. “Please, I don’t want you to see me like this.” “Like what?” You heard him ask, touching your back. “What’s wrong? All I see is a beautiful princess.” He said in a reassuring voice, trying to convince you it was the truth. But you shook your head, lip trembling as you curled further into yourself.

“S-scars.” “What do you mean?”

“They’re from...the last battle. We- w-when we fought, they cut me a few extra times, and I didn’t realize how bad it looked until I looked in the mirror. T-they’re everywhere, Kaze.”

The trembling in your voice made his heart sting, and he took a close look at your body. Sure enough, there were little nicks here and there, new grooves in your flesh he hadn’t noticed before. 

Whether it was because he hadn’t bothered to notice, or he didn’t care enough to judge them, he wasn’t sure.

“Like I said, all I see is a beautiful, young princess.” He repeated his words from before, carefully pulling your hair back from your neck. 

There was a scar along the side, a small scratch that could have been dangerous were it any deeper.

His lips touched the pale incision, and you shuddered.

“B-but they’re everywhere, how can you say that?” You tried to “reason” with him, but he didn’t buy it.

Kaze’s hands wandered into yours, and lifted your arm. He kissed the scar on your arm, where you always covered, and then to your hands. There were no gloves to hide the scratches along the backs of them.

“First of all, many of these are minor; they’ll fade with time.” He told you simply, speaking from experience considering how many times he’d been hit in battle. “Besides, even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“...?” You turned to look at him, and he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbone, where another scratch resided. “B-but…”

“You’re beautiful to me, no matter how many scars you have. You could have a big red one dragged across your face and I wouldn’t love you any less. I could never be that shallow, Princess.” He promised, looking into your eyes sincerely. “Surely you know that, right?”

“Y...yes…” You whimpered, the trembling of your lips giving way to full on tears. Kaze smiled when you collapsed against him, burying your face in his neck while you cried. 

The worry, frustration and fear you’d felt fell on him all at once, and he was more than happy to embrace you through it all. “There, there, Corrin. You’ll be all right, I promise.” He murmured against you, kissing the side of your head. “Scars and all.” He spent the rest of the evening kissing away every new mark on your skin, from your head to your toes. He never did get his back washed, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. Neither did you.

[writerunblocked]

Bullet Proof Heart: III. Acceptance

Synopsis: Anya accepts her fate as Tommy Shelby's future bride as the Rosenthals get even worse news on their patriarch's condition sending the local Jewish community into a frenzy to help make his incoming death easier. Anya finds out something about herself and about Tommy. Maybe being Tommy Shelby's fiancée isn't the worst thing in the world.

Trigger Warnings: Death and dying, cancer, allusion to smut, but no actual smut.

WC: 4426 

Bullet Proof Heart: Read Part 1: The Arrangement here. Read Part 2: Out of the Bag here

Anya was staying after school to get some grading done before she went back to her place to pack. She’d found out that she’d be leaving her parent’s house and moving in with Tommy, much to her family’s horror. 

The conversation that her family had when Abe got back before heading back to his place. He’d come clean to everyone about the shortchanging and how their dad had taken the fall for him, unfortunately, Anya's fate was sealed. She would be Mrs Thomas Shelby, and that made her sick to her stomach. 

But what scared her the most was that she loved Thomas Shelby, and had since the moment she’d opened up to him about her ex. How he held her and let her talk about it, how he told her of the war and what happened in the trenches and how that on the nights she wasn’t here in his bed sleeping soundly next to him, he was brought back to France and the memories of the tunnels. She knew that a man like him wasn’t capable of love, but here she was madly in love with one Thomas Shelby. He was the first thing he thought of when she woke up and the last thing she thought about when she went to sleep at night. She wished it didn’t have to be like this, unfortunately, it did. 

“Anya,” she heard her friend and colleague Emma say. “Are you alright?” 

Emma and her and known each other since they were children. Emma was the daughter of Irish immigrants from Dublin and the two women grew up right next to each other and had squealed in delight when they got the job at the school together. They always said that they’d be at each other’s weddings, but they both didn’t realise that Anya's would be so soon. “I’m moving into Thomas Shelby’s home,” she whispered. “I need to pack, I move in this Saturday.” 

“You’re brother couldn’t get you out of the marriage then?” She asked. Anya shook her head ‘no’, tears in her eyes as she thought of what was in store for her for the rest of her natural life. Even when he died, and it would most likely be before her, she’d still be known as Thomas Shelby’s wife. “When Tommy Shelby says ‘it’s you’, then it’s you. I knew what I was getting into when I took that job at the Garrison, I just didn’t realise it would go that far.” 

The staff at school looked the other way when it came to her second job at the Garrison. They knew she was sleeping with Thomas Shelby, but no one said anything. Now, her after-hours activity with Thomas Shelby was a bit too difficult to ignore. Especially the days he came to pick her up in his fancy car that none of the staff would be able to afford. 

“Parents won’t even talk to me unless they have to. The kids don’t laugh and joke anymore, it’s so terrifying for everyone,” Anya sighed. 

“Do you love him, Anya?” Emma asked. Her green eyes looked into Anya's blue ones. 

Anya nodded her head. “I do,” she said. “I have since that night,” Anya told Emma what that night was like. Emma was in amazement at what she’d just told her. 

She saw a side of Tommy that no one ever saw. A man before the war, a man before Grace’s betrayal. “I wonder what he was like before the war,” she sighed. “I’ve never asked. I don’t remember what Abe, Dan, Jakob, and Asher were like before the war.” She was fourteen when they came back, and fifteen when they got the medals for their service to the Crown. However, they never understood why there was a Monarchy in this day in age. Russia got rid of theirs ages ago. 

The two women grabbed their stuff and walked out of the building, Anya looked around to see if anyone was following the two of them. A wave of relief washed over her when she realised no one was there. “Where are you headed?” asked Emma. 

“The Garrison,” Anya sighed. “Tommy asked me to meet him there.” 

“Good luck, Anya,” Emma said. 

In fifteen minutes, Anya was able to get to the Garrison only to find that it was only Tommy sitting at the bar. “Hello, Anya,” he said. 

“Hi, Tommy,” she said. She put her things in Tommy’s office and went behind the bar. She poured the two of them a glass of whisky. “What do you want.” 

“Your brother visited me last night,” Tommy said. 

“And you heard the full story,” she said. “And yet my fate’s still sealed. I’ll be Mrs Thomas Shelby by the end of the year.”

She shivered at the thought of it. She knew she was older and needed to get married, but she’d always hoped that it would be to someone not like Thomas Shelby. Even though she loved him, the man wasn’t able to be in a monogamous relationship. He’d be cheating on her for the length of their marriage. “And is that a bad thing?” He asked. 

“Seeing as you’re not the type of man to stay with one person and that I’m being forced into this marriage—you can see why I have reservations about this,” she sighed. 

“You seriously think that?” He asked. 

She nodded her head. “Though you might not be seeing Lizzie Stark anymore, I’m sure there are other women that you’re seeing besides me.” 

“Believe it or not, Anya, I’m not seeing anyone besides you,” he told her. 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I highly doubt that,” she said. “You’re Thomas Shelby after all. You have a bit of a reputation for sleeping around.” 

“Not since that night,” he said. 

“What night?” Anya asked, hoping that it was the night she fell in love with him. The night she told him about her ex who was stalking her. 

“The night you told me about how your ex followed you around town. I’ve sent men looking for him and he’s to be brought to me when found,” Tommy said. “Something changed that night and I realised I love you.” 

Anya sat there in shock. ‘I realised that I love you.’ She took a deep breath and tried to speak, but she was speechless. Anya didn’t know what to say. “I love you too. Since that night as well. I thought you couldn’t love me back, but—” 

Tommy got up from where he was and passionately kissed her. She kissed him back as well. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. “I love you, Anya,” he whispered. 

“I love you too, Tommy,” she laughed.

Anya was led into Tommy’s office. He shut and locked the door, but they didn’t think Arthur would come in. He took off her dress, bra, and panties, and she ripped off his clothes. He pushed he onto the desk and wrapped her legs around him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re mine, Anya,” he said. “You belong to me.” 

“Yours,” she whispered. “I’m all yours, Tommy. Make me yours.” 

After they were through with each other. Anya sat on the settee in his arm. He covered her up with his jacket because he realised she was cold. She laid her head on his bare chest, something she’d done many times before. But this time it was different, they had told each other how they felt. 

“How are you, love?” He asked her.

“Amazing,” she smiled looking up into his blue eyes. “You?” 

“Amazing,” he whispered. “I love you, Anya.” 

“I love you too, Tommy,” she whispered. He leaned down to kiss her. “But what are you going to do with my ex?” She asked. 

“Kill him,” Tommy responded. “The fact he follows you around’s something I know bothers you.” Tommy wrapped his arm around her and she didn’t protest. “Go get yourself a nice dress.” He said. 

“Why?” Anya asked. 

“You and I are heading to the races,” he said. 

“The races?” She asked in shock. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Buy yourself something nice.”

“I don’t have the money,” she said. “We’re saving up for my dad’s funeral.” 

“I’ve got it,” he said. He handed her over £20 and she was amazed. “Buy something red.” 

“Why red?” She asked. 

“Because it brings out your eyes,” he said.  

She went to leave for the door, but Tommy stopped her. “You’ll be staying with me for tonight.” 

“I need to get back to my parents,” she stated. “My dad’s doing worse.”

“How bad is he?” asked Tommy. 

“Most likely the end of the month the doctors say,” she said. “Thank you, by the way for paying for him. It means a lot to me that you’re doing this for me. 

Tommy nodded his head and the two of them walked out together. People made way for the two of them on the street. “Hello, Shelby,” someone said. 

Anya kept her head down as she looked at the pavement. She could feel all the eyes on her, and even though she was used to it by now, she still felt nervous. And that was because she was with Tommy. He wrapped his arm around her when she ran into one of her kids. 

“MS ROSENTHAL!” Henry called. He ran up to her. “Ms Rosenthal, my mum wants to talk to you.” 

“Is everything okay, Henry?” She asked. 

“It’s about your father,” he said. He looked at his rundown house, he didn’t live too far from where Anya lived. “Wait a moment, let me get her.” 

The twelve-year-old friend of her nephews ran into the house and brought out his mother, a small woman by the name of Dorothy Levi came out. “Oh, Anya, glad I caught you. Can you come in?” 

“Uh, I needed to get home to see my father,” she said. “My fiancé also needs to be getting back.” 

Mrs Levi looked at Tommy and gulped. Her face turned white and she muttered a silent prayer in Hebrew. Henry looked up at Tommy and also gulped. He stood by his mother, hoping that she would protect him from the most powerful man in Birmingham. “S 'iz ams. Di shmueus zenen ams!” (It’s true! The rumours are true!) She quickly regained some of her composure though. “You both can come in, it’ll be quick.” The four of them quickly went inside where her fifteen-year-old daughter Rachel was sitting at the table doing cross stitch work. 

“Rachel,” her mother asked. Rachel got up from her needlework and looked at Tommy and Anya. “Will you put the kettle on for Mr and Mrs Shelby?” 

Rachel quickly nodded her head, quickly moved her needlework out of the way, and then put the kettle on. She grabbed the tea bags and the cups and waited. Henry gathered around as well. “It’s Ms Rosenthal for now,” Anya smiled sweetly. “We still haven’t settled on a date.” 

“Oh,” Mrs Levi said. “Well, congratulations then.” 

“Thank you,” Anya smiled. No one needed to know how her engagement came about. She still wasn’t wearing a ring yet. 

“When did it happen?” She asked, eyes still on Tommy. 

“Two weeks ago,” Tommy said. 

“Mazel Tov to both of you,” she said, though her expression screamed to her that she was in pain and feared for Anya’s life. Both women knew that no one was safe once they became entangled with the Shelbys. Both women knew that Anya would most likely die in the crossfires of a war that the Shelbys had either started or had gotten dragged into the middle of. 

Tommy was confused as it what it meant. Anya budded in. “It means congratulations,” she said. “It’s Hebrew.” 

“Oh,” he said. “And you speak that.”

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s my second language. What we all speak around here is Yiddish.” He nodded his head. 

“How’s your father?” Rachel piped. Everyone looked over in the direction of Rachel who was sitting on the stairs with her brother fiddling with her needlework. “He’s a nice man, I’m sorry for what’s happening to him. Do you know what it is?” 

“Cancer,” Tommy responded. “He was hit hard in the War and the gas got into his lungs. He doesn’t have much longer.” 

Rachel and Henry seemed visibly upset. Everyone loved her Dad, he was a nice man. “He’d always give us sweets,” Henry sighed breaking the silence. Tears stained his doe-brown eyes. “He’d play with us and he was always a good listener.” 

One thing that everyone knew about David Rosenthal was that he was willing to be a surrogate dad to all the kids who had fathers who died in the War. He had known these men and wanted to make sure that his friend’s kids were okay. Mrs Levi’s husband Aaron had died in the War, leaving behind a six-year-old daughter and a one-year-old. A nice man all around, so it was no wonder everyone was distraught when they found out that Mr David Rosenthal was sick. The look on the Levis’s faces showed that finding out the man had cancer was even worse than saying that he was sick. At least if he was sick he could recover, with Cancer, not so much. It was a death sentence. 

“That damn gas,” Mrs Levi muttered. “How much longer.” 

“Doctor’s estimate around a month,” she said. 

“How’s your mother?” Mrs Levi asked. 

Anya went through the routine questions after this and answered the same answers as she did with everyone. ‘Her mother was holding up as to be expected.’ ‘It still hasn’t sunk in to Gal and Noam that their grandfather was dying’. The lie of ‘My brothers and I are doing as well.’ And the final answer of ‘If we need anything, we’ll let you know.’” The same monotonous answers to those questions on repeat daily. It was getting draining to them all. 

She hated how people handled her with kid gloves ever since they found out the news about her father. There would be a new layer to that when people found out who she was engaged to.  

“Oh,” Mrs Levi said. “Before I forget, Anya.” She handed Anya some rugalach, a crescent-rolled pastry that she could only assume was filled with chocolate. Something that was her father’s favourite.

“Thank you, Mrs Levi,” she smiled. “My father will love these.” 

She nodded her head and pulled Anya into a hug. She whispered in Anya’s ear, “es iz gelt far ir takt avek in dort. loyft, loyft azoy veyt fun dan vi du kenst.” (There's money for you tucked away in there. Run, run as far away from here as you can.) 

“aun hot meyn mshpkhh gehrget? di eyntsike vos shpirt zenen di kinder, ikh ken nisht loyfn, s'zenen aumetum aoygn,” Anya responded softly. (And have my family killed? The only ones spared are the kids, I can't run, there are eyes everywhere.) 

But she took the money anyway. She had her hiding place so that she did have some extra money to escape if she did need to. Anya and Tommy walked out of the house and Anya politely nodded to Mrs Levi. She could see the neatly tucked envelope disguised as a note to the family, but she was now worried for Mrs Levi, who could very well be next on the Shelby fit of rage. She didn’t want that to happen to Rachel and Henry. She didn’t know how she’d deal with having to look Henry in the eye every day in school knowing she was the one who caused his mother to be murdered. 

“Everyone around here’s worried about you,” Tommy pointed out. Anya nodded her head in agreement. 

Anya sighed. “And can you blame them?” She asked him. “You’re Thomas Shelby after all.” 

“You’ll soon be Mrs Thomas Shelby,” he said. 

“And some people think it’s my downfall,” she quipped. Opening the door, she was greeted by her mother who was slaving over a pot of chicken soup. Gal and Noam were engrossed in some game, and her brothers were in their father’s office talking in hushed tones. 

Her mother was the one who greeted them first. “Mr Shelby,” she said. “Come take a seat, I bring out vodka for you.” 

“Do we have any whisky?” Anya asked. She knew that they probably wouldn’t, but it was still work the ask. Tommy preferred whiskey to vodka. 

“Yes,” she said. “It’s Irish.” 

Mum probably bought it because of Tommy. Anya thought. 

Tommy nodded approvingly and took a seat. Anya quickly got up and looked at the soup, instead of noodles mazoh balls were in it. Her mother must’ve really been stressed if she made matzoh ball soup instead of chicken. Stirring it, she looked over at her father’s office where hushed voices speaking Yiddish were to be heard. The men were speaking in hushed and hurried tones as if they would be overheard. 

“Auntie Anya?” asked Gal. Gal looked exactly like her late mother. She’d inherited her mother’s curly blonde hair and light blue eyes that were the same colour as Tommy’s. She and small eyes, thin lips, and a small stature. Every day she looked more and more like her mother who had died of Influenza three years previously. She also inherited her mother’s sweet nature and disposition, but there was a mischievous, rebellious, and loyal streak that her father Abe had in his youth. 

“Yeah,” Anya responded looking down at the little girl who also bore a striking resemblance to her and her mother as well. 

“I’m hungry? When’s supper?” She asked tentatively. Her eyes went to Tommy.  

“Mr Shelby?” She whimpered. She bolted behind Anya who looked at Tommy and sighed. Gal was also scared of meeting new people, something she’d also inherited her father’s side of the family. “What’s he doing here? Please don’t kill my daddy.” 

“What gives you that impression?” Tommy asked. 

“You’re a ‘ganger’,” she said. 

“Gangster, Gal,” Anya corrected. “He’s a gangster. And he won’t hurt your or your dad. I won’t let him.” 

“I don’t hurt kin,” Tommy assured the girl. “Your wonderful Aunt here is my fiancée.” 

“I don’t see Auntie Anya getting married,” she announced as a matter of fact. Anya scoffed. 

“You’ll see me in a wedding dress by the end of the year,” Anya said. “And maybe one day you’ll do the same thing when you’re a bit older than me.” 

“I’m thirsty,” she said. 

“I’ll get you some water,” Anya smiled. 

“I want vodka,” she said. 

Anya looked at Gal and sighed. She was exacerbated. “Gal, I love you, but with dinner.” 

“Uncle Isaac gave me some!” She grumbled. The little girl pouted and crossed her arms, obviously annoyed that she couldn’t get the clear liquid that traumatised every Eastern European when they were younger. 

“Uncle Isaac’s Uncle Isaac,” Anya said. 

Her mother’s head peaked out from the other room. “Anya, can you help me for a moment.” 

Gal looked at her grandmother and then back to her Auntie, horrified that she’d be alone with Tommy. Anya leaned down to Gal’s level, “He’s not going to hurt you. He doesn’t hurt kids.” Gal nodded reluctantly, trusting her Auntie. Anya turned to Tommy and asked: “Will you watch Noam and Gal while I help my mum with a few things.” 

“Of course,” Tommy said. 

Anya walked away and into the room with her mother where the alcohol and a few other things were kept. 

Tommy had to admit that it had been awhile since he’d had to do something with a little kid. Sure, he’d helped raise Finn with his Aunt Pol and older brother Arthur, but it had been a while since he had to deal with kids. Noam, a boy who was the spitting image of his father, with jet-black curly hair yes, olive skin, and brown eyes that screamed ‘trouble maker’, looked at Tommy with distaste. “You’re the one marrying, Auntie Anya,” he said. 

“Yes, I am,” Tommy responded taking a seat next to the boy who was playing cards. Noam glared at him and Tommy had to do everything in his power not to shiver, that was the same glare that his father, Abe, had that sent many people shivering from the iciness of it. “What are you playing?” Tommy asked. 

“Poker,” he said. “My cousin Ben taught me how to play it. I was going to play with Uncle Asher”   

“I like poker,” Tommy said. He hadn’t played in a while, but he’d normally play with his brothers. Maybe a few other higher-ranking gang members or his uncle Charlie would play with them as well. But due to business, they never got the chance. But he missed playing. Tommy remembered back to the Trenches where one night he played the game with Asher, who had learnt it from his American cousin named Ben. He would later go on to meet Ben briefly when his unit arrived in France. 

“You know how to play?” Gal asked sitting down beside Tommy. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Your Uncle Asher taught me how when we were in the trenches.” 

Noam and Gal looked at Tommy in shock. “You served with your uncle?” 

“I served with your uncles and your dad,” Tommy sighed thinking about how lucky he was to have made it home. Home to see his Aunt Pol and little brother Finn. Back home to meet and get married to Anya. “We were all kids then.” He sighed. 

“Dad doesn’t like to talk about the war,” Noam sighed. 

“Do you want to start a game while we wait for your family?” Tommy asked. 

Noam nodded his head and dealt them in. Gal sat beside them playing with a stuffed tiger he saw Anya have one day after they were done having sex and watched them interestingly. 

“Why doesn’t Daddy talk about the war?” Gal asked. 

Tommy hesitated to answer her. Tommy had spared Finn the details of the war, being only Gal’s age when he came back from France. “We saw a lot of things,” he sighed. He thought of the cannon fire, how men no older than him lay among the wreckage of the French Countryside. The Somme and Verdunne were littered with the bodies of men who had their entire lives ahead of them. His Aunt Pol had told him one night that ‘it was a miracle that you all made it back from France.’ And she was right. He remembered on the train ride back to Birmingham from London and how the five Rosenthal men and the three Shelby men all came back alive and David voicing it. The rest of them nodded. He remembered coming home and seeing men changed by war and the shell shock that came with it. 

He thought of how Arthur often acted out while Tommy and Finn had flashbacks in their sleep. How Tommy used Opium for years and then switched to Cannabis later in life. He thought of Danny Whizz-Bang, real name being Danny Owen, who would later be killed because of a flashback. The flashbacks were so violent that he’d cause damage to property or people that he got the cruel nickname.

He closed his and took a deep breath, thinking of telling them how in France Abe had held off a group of German soldiers, killing them in the process while Tommy was able to get word to the others in the tunnels that there were soldiers and to alert the commander. When the group came back, the German soldiers lay dead on the ground. Abraham Abel Rosenthal looked exhausted, but he’d fended off a group of soldiers. He’d saved their lives in the Trenches. Tommy returned the favour a year from then, also saving thousands of allied lives in the process like Abe had done before him underneath the tunnels. 

“I’ll tell you guys when you’re older,” he said. “I’ll also let your father tell it in his time.” 

Noam muttered and continued dealing in, placing wooden blocks between the two of them. The concentrated look on his face reminded Tommy of his late mother Sarah, who died three years before. He remembered losing his mother at a young age as well. And he could see the toll that it took on Abe every time he’d interacted with the man. 

“They always say that,” grumbled Gal. 

He remembered the same conversation he had with Finn all those years ago about this very same thing. He knew that Abe had this conversation with them before. “When you’re older,” Anya said. “You playing Poker?” She asked. 

He nodded his head. “Asher, do you want to join in?” 

“Sure,” Asher said, stunned at how good he was with the kids. The way Tommy was acting with them, it stirred up something inside her that she hadn’t felt before.  

Anya had always loved kids, other people’s kids mind you. She loved her niece and nephew and she loved being a teacher. She had never felt the inklination to have them though. Now, looking at Tommy, she thought differently. Maybe she could have a family. Now, that inkling was now coming through. 

“They’ll have to come over,” Tommy said looking at Anya. 

“Where?” Anya asked. 

“Our place,” he said. “You spend a lot of time with them. My place is closer to school, they’ll be able to get there quicker.” 

“We get our own room?” asked Noam in shock. 

“I’ve never had my own room before,” Gal whispered. 

Abe looked into Tommy’s blue eyes. Tommy could tell then and there that he had the oldest Rosenthal sibling’s approval. As well as her entire family’s approval. “And now you will with…” Abe trailed off. 

“Your Uncle Tommy,” Tommy said without thinking. He felt confident being ‘Uncle Tommy’ to Noam and Gal. He cared about them because Anya cared about them. He always smiled at their names and saw them around town with Anya who would often sneak them sweets and other treats. He remembered throwing the ball back to Noam when he was playing in the streets with a few boys from school with a couple months to go. He smiled when Gal would be around town with Anya, clinging to her and hanging on to her every word. Anya smiled and nodded as she complained about her brother. 

“Do you want to stay for dinner? We have a lot,” Chaya asked. 

Tommy nodded his head, happy knowing that this would go as smoothly as it could possibly be.

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Hi…

Your inbox says closed, but your event thing just came across my dash. I’m a bit confused, so please just disregard/delete this if I’m not supposed to be sending it in.

Otherwise, would you mind if I asked for a morning kiss between F!Corrin and Leo? (If you do multiple at once, I would also like to request a confession kiss for Chrom and F!Robin.)

Have a good day! :D

Since it's different prompts and different pairs I'll make it into 2 separate posts!

Morning kiss with Leo and Corrin

This is a part of 3x Valentines event (All slots are taken)

Corrin here is female

Ever since they got married it became Leo's "responsibility" to wake up his wife. He was actually one to ask Jakob and Felicia to leave that part of her morning routine to him.

It was a privilege to be the first person she sees each morning... Because unlike her he usually gets up much earlier.

So he'd be starting his day much sooner. But as soon as it's "her hour" he was ready to drop everything to wake her.

Usually he woke her in the classic way, this day though he decided to try something else.

She was laying perfectly for it as he leaned in to kiss her softly. She was surprised by it but she was very happy about it.

So much so, that she returned the kiss a little too eagerly. It surprised Leo, but his reaction only made Corrin let out that ever so beautiful laugh.

"Good morning, my love" he looked at his beautiful wife, while still being flustered over getting so surprised by her.

"Good morning" she stretched and took another closer look at him, giggling once again- earning his confusion.

"Is something wrong?" he asks.

"Not at all, it's just that your collar inside out"

~Mod Bernadetta

[maeido]

Deirdre is absolutely thrilled when she learns her husband's new best friend has a wife of his own. They had never had friends like this together before the way she and Lord Sigurd did. Of course, she never minded that their time together was shared with just the two of them or with their children--how could she! She loves him!--but she had not realized just how much she misses the company of a group.

The thought does not occur to her that Felicia might not want this.

"Professor Felicia!" She bursts through the other woman's office door the moment she learns she has returned from her trip. "I understand that our husbands are friends and, well..." Deirdre reaches for Felicia's hands, quite surprised that they are much colder than her own. She is unused to being the one with the warmer hands when she reaches for someone. "We simply must become dear friends too!"

              surprised & frazzled,  she knocks over a pile of papers ,   followed by a few tomes wind up all over the floor. her heart pounds in her ears from the sudden outburst of her door swinging wide open, it rebounds slightly off the wall only brushing past her newfound guest's wispy locks. the woman quickly approached her with no real time to react as the only thing she manages is a look of relief as her hands managing to catch the bottle of ink that nearly fell on the floor, maybe that was a sign that this day was luckier today than usual.  

 “   eek! w-w-wh-hat the— oh...!  i mean, i-i,  um , hi there... is there something i can help you wit— !  ”   a squeak is squeezed out of her lungs. the woman who seemed as soft as wool snatched up her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin jolt slightly against her gelid ones.  her shy smile curve on her lips as felicia grows flustered ; not used to being touched so casually like this, it was rather embarrassing — she couldn't help it — as spring blooms in hues of fresh rosebuds on her pale flesh. she was consistent :  the woman before her held a gaze filled with affection, stretching to the ends of her hair, curled soft like silk against her shoulders. her words hardly connected to felicia's ears but when they did it stunned her for a moment.

  hold it.   jakob made a friend?  no, no, no. she doesn't think he'd be able to befriend someone as sweet as her... to be fair and with all due respect and love felicia holds for her husband... but jakob was a tad insufferable towards anyone who approached him regardless of status and carried a different kind of appeal and was  the very opposite of her charm.  regardless, she loves him,  thorns & all,  but even he says companionship isn't curated to his tastes, surely this is all mistake. after all, hardly any of the faculty and knights and much less the students knew that felicia is even married.     “   i-i... um, my husband...?  a-and your husban— wha- wait are friends wha- what... do... um, are you... are you... sur-sure you got the right person, pr-professor d-deirdre... ?   ”  

 felicia pauses shortly after the name fell off her tongue. deirdre .  ok so, not to fall under the stereotypes but felicia knew about her quite a bit but uh...  not directly, that is. she'll admit it, she's a maid... but she isn't fond of rumors or gossip. it's typically crude in nature even for her and she tends to avoid it overall. yet, there are some situations that are harder to ignore than others, especially when her dear students don't shut up about deidre's husband, arvis being probably the strictest teacher next to her own... husband.... a silent gasp then left agape. oh my. okay. that... makes sense but more importantly...

   “   wait... waitwaitwait ,  so you're saying that  jakob.  professor jakob.  m-m-made.... a fr-fr-friend?!?!  ohmygod, i-i'm— i'm so sorry. i'm...  ”   the words choke on staccato as beryl hues blur it's visions against the struggle of the ebb and flow her tears, lashes making a mess of them with every blink she took. to put it nicely she was a bit of a mess, but that was felicia. she gently pull away from deidre's hold for a moment as she uses her sleeve to wipe away her tears, then hovering her mouth. a smile tickles her lips as tears spill over her hand.    “   i'm ju-just... hck! — so h-happy i worried so much about him !  and o-of course, deirdre!  i would love to be your friend, i'll protect you and our friendship for as long as i live.  ”     the maid beams, laughter weaves between the hitches of her teary sobs as she returns her hands into the other's and pulls her in closer to a near-hug.  “   thank the —hck!  h-heavens, ahaha...!  i'm going to have to tell flora about this later, hehe !  ”  

[valflaame]

on his desk is a simple letter. neat, proper, waxen sealed with the appropriate honorifics donning the back in fine purple cursive -- 'lord arvis', as the standing of emperor was still unknown to jakob. it reads,

'lord arvis,

i humbly accept your invitation to tend to the incidents in your home, jugdral. whilst i would have insisted on accompanying my liege regardless of your request, i will see to it that your faith in me is not misplaced.

in my absence, i kindly ask you ensure that my son, dwyer, is put into group work for his reason classes. i've not seen his teamwork skills in some time. he will despise you for it, but pay that no mind.

yours sincerely,

jakob'

Arvis holds the letter in his hands and carefully opens the seal. He reads it once, then again. He exhales -- though he only has known Jakob for a short amount of time, he has to believe he can trust him. He hasn't many friends in the monastery (yet, is probably what Deirdre would say), and because of that he does not have many options on who to ask for assistance. This is a large undertaking, there is no doubt about that. Arvis believes, whether against his better judgement or not, that Jakob is capable of reporting his findings.

He tells himself that, anyway. To not go on this mission is hard for him; his home is under attack, and his people are suffering. For all that they can say about Arvis -- 'traitor', 'killer', 'murderer' -- he cares so much about the future of his people that it hurts. Anything for them, anything to bring peace and prosperity to the land. To usher in a better future. To ensure there are no tyrannical dukedoms. To stop the abuse of power, to bring together all the people under the banner of one common name; to stop what had been done to Isaach, to Agustria, to give life and agency back to the people who had lost their homes to banditry and overzealous kings. To return to the average citizen: freedom. To give to those who would rule: restraint. Anything -- there is nothing that Arvis would not do to bring forward his ideal world.

Except Deirdre asked him not to go, so he didn't.

He puts the letter down. Folds it in half. Tucks it into the drawer. The weight of the world weighs heavy on his shoulders, and it's a burden he alone is meant to bear. It means nothing, the words of those who would hurt him or his wife. It matters not if history writes him as a deceptive snake; he will also be remembered as the man who did what was necessary. The moment he was born of an authoritarian duke, bathed in the fires of Velthomer, and forced to watch the abuse suffered by his mother from his father's palm... he has known that he would be despised and hated. What defines him is he is making something of it.

He wishes he could be there to fix his empire that he loves so, so much. But he can't. He needs to put his wife first.

He just hopes that Jakob is capable and strong enough for the task.

[disillusioned-phantasma]

Arriving with her husband Daemon by her side, Rhaenyra appears to be as gorgeous as ever. The rest of her children follow after. Your gaze is drawn to Prince Jacaerys. 

Rhaenyra greets your father first, complimenting him on how lovely the wedding seems. She raises the corner of her mouth to smile, but her eyes remain cold. Her eyes warm when she turns to face you. “My dear Y/N.”

Her hand reaches for your necklace-an embroidered lion. "You look as beautiful as ever-we were so excited to have you in the family," she says as her eyes catch your father's. "But alas, I am sure Jakob Lannister is one lucky man to have such a lovely bride."

You mutter your thanks to her as she gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. Leaving your side, her family follows her. Jace follows. His hand brushed against yours. Your eyes never leave him until your father grabs hold of your shoulder. Your father's hold grows tighter, reminding you of your position. Your duty. 

The family had no seat as no one anticipated their arrival, still the servants rushed to grab seats for them. The other lords and ladies glare at the family when they choose the table closest to yours. 

You and your husband are sitting next to one another. And you repress the urge to look over at the table. The ominous presence of your father serves as a reminder of the consequences if you dared to look. 

When the two approach your table, you try to conceal your surprise. It's Daemon and Jace. For some time, Jace and you just stare at each other in silence. Daemon nudges him to reality. "I'm happy for the two of you," Jace finally speaks with a smile that stops short of reaching his eye. 

“May your marriage be long and fruitful,” he says with almost clenched teeth. Your husband thanks him, oblivious to the tone of voice. With his hands behind his back, Daemon amusedly watches everything that was happening.

Jace looks in your direction and says, "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to take your 'newdly' wife for a dance." Jakob nods. You wonder how gullible a man can be. Standing up and crossing over the table to accept Jace's hand. 

You hiss at him, "What are you going?" as the two of you descend the hall's steps, but he feigns innocence, "I have no clue on what you're speaking of." You join the other dancing lord and ladies. "Don't play me the fool, Jace," but when you feel your hand on his waist, your words are caught in your throat. The jerk knows what his touch does to you. 

"I'm a married woman now," you continue in a firm tone. Try to have him take this matter seriously. Yet Jace keeps looking at you with the same burning gaze. Stop looking at me like that. You wanted to tell him. Or else you'll crumble. 

His face is much closer to yours than it should be, and his hands are placed much more intimately than they should be. Your gaze turns to your father, who appears indignant over what he is witnessing. It shifts to your newly husband, who is speaking with Daemon, who has now moved to his side where your seat once was. Daemon seems to congratulate him? Is this the same man you've met before.

'Focus on me, not them,' a hand reaches for your cheek, nudging you to look at him. With his breath nearing your lips, you try to warn him, "Jace.". Eyes widening. He wouldn't do it, would he? Certainly not in front of all those people. 

He whispers, "You were meant to be mine, my wife, my sweet wife," one inch closer and his lips will touch yours. Everyone is too absorbed in their dancing, in their drinks, in their conversations to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. He was going to do it. In front of all those people. And the worst thing of it all. You won't try to stop him.

Then your father's voice booms across the court, signaling the start of the play. It was far too early; you frown. But you understood why your father had done it. The crowd starts to scatter, and it took some resistance to escape Jace's tight grip before anyone had the chance to focus on the two of you.

Upon seeing your father's rage, you hurriedly got back with your husband after tremblingly climbing the few steps. The play opens with a man who can allegedly spit fire and swallow a sword. The stunned crowd gasps, but your expression remains the same; unable to concentrate.

As per usual, your husband continues to be unaware of everything, too occupied with drinking his wine. Then it happens. Your husband starts to choke, but everyone is too preoccupied with watching the play to notice. Patting his back and trying to give him more wine, assuming he must have choked on his food.

The coughing, however, only gets worse, and soon he is spitting out the wine. Few around him begin to turn. Your husband is bending over, grasping the table. His cough grew louder and more started to notice.

He stands shakily, revealing his face. You couldn't help but shriek at the sight and now everyone's attention is on you both. His face is fully red now, and some sounds are heard, but he's unable to speak. Unable to breathe. He stumbles, knocking a few things off the table. Then he drops to the ground.

You hear Daemon shout, "Someone help him, you fools," and when guards and members of his family run to help him, you are shoved aside. Covering your mouth at the graphic and horrifying sight of Jakob trembling on the floor, grabbing at his throat, gagging, all the while trying to gasp for air. 

An arm reaches out to you, leaning you on their chest to avoid looking at the scene. Having been in his arms so often, you recognize it to be Jace. Looking up at him-you see his gaze at the sight. A blank expression on his face. No shock. No worries.

Then you hear the cries of grief—Jakob is dead. All claim to be poisoned. Many cooks and servants have been interrogated, and some hanged. Jakob Lannister had few enemies, leaving the one who caused this to remain a mystery. 

What a cruel joke the gods played on you—to marry and be a widow on the same day. You can see the pitiful looks of everyone in attendance at his funeral. And hear the murmurs when you turn away from them. The word "curse" said more than once.

The royal family was present at the funeral, as they were at the wedding. Jace is leaning against the wall with his eyes on you. He is near his great-uncle, or should you say, stepfather. Prior to your arrival, the two appeared to be speaking. Rhaenyra steps toward you, hugging and telling you what a tragedy it is, that if you need any help, Dragonstone will welcome you at any time. 

As time passed, you grew tired of having everyone's sight on you. So you leave, descending the stairs. No one stops you. No one questions where you’re going. As you make your way outside a little further, you are now walking alongside the beach, feet near the water. Holding onto your shawl as the wind blows. 

A touch is felt on your shoulder causing you to jump only to relax when turning to see seeing its Jace. There is a brief silence as the two of you stare; the longing in his eyes is still there. "You grieve for him?" he asks. In regards to the black cloth covering your shoulders. You shake your head. 

"It's custom, Jace," you say, as if it were the most obvious thing. "There's no need for that with me," tugging on your shawl, letting the wind carry it. It falls into the water and is soon lost in the depths as the waves move it back and forth.

"Jace!" You reprimand him, already annoyed at him for that show he put on at your wedding. In the early morning, before the funeral, your father screamed at you for it. Many assumed your teary eyes were you mourning. 

He grabs you as you try to move away. "You're terrified of him." He knows it's your father who opposed the marriage. Your father was a good friend of Lord Hightower, and you often heard his disdain for Rhaenyra. In some instances, you heard him even refer to Jace as "prince strong."

Despite knowing in your heart that you would have married Jace the moment he got down on one knee, you argue that it’s not just about father." Then what is it, he asks. "Jace, marrying you means one day becoming the queen," you tell him, hoping he understands. But the only response you got was an “And?” 

Your father's words are now echoing in your head and you utter them word by word to Jace. How he deserved someone far more worthy, more strong-willed, more powerful. You were neither of those. 

But Jace only shushes your words, holding your face in his hands. He speaks praises of you. How he believes you’ll make a good queen. You find it hard to believe. Then he says, "You're perfect," and it's difficult to accuse him of lying given the way he's looking at you.

He gazes at you with so much love, and before you know it. He kisses you. Oh, how you missed his lips, reaching your hands to the nape of his neck, returning his kiss with eagerness. This was wrong. But could you bring yourself to care when feeling his hands roam your body. 

His lips leave yours soft and swollen. Grabbing your hands, kissing both of your knuckles. Then placing them on his chest, "It's beating for you," he says, "Only you." You found yourself inching near him, closing your eyes when your head lay against his chest. 

You love Jace, truly love him. You love the smile he gives you when you enter the room. The way he surprises you with your favorite flowers. The way he pulls the seat out for you. The way he listens to all your rambles. The way he dries your tears. Would you have ever gotten that from Jakob or any other lord your father tries to marry you off.

On the other hand, you truly despise your father. Never understood and made an effort to learn the language of girls. So badly he wanted a son. Still, you thought you'd make him proud, being the ideal daughter, always obedient and polite. 

So when you ask your father one thing-just one thing. To marry the prince and your father threw the offer in your face. Now you can rest easy, not caring about his disappointment any longer.

"Marry me." You finally utter the words. Whispered so low, but you could tell he heard them from his hands slightly tightening their grip on your sides. Opening your eyes to face him, "Take me to Dragonstone, make me your wife, Jacaerys." And now it’s you who leans in, grazing your lips over his while gently yet firmly holding his cheeks.

Jace returns your kiss intensely, desperately moving his mouth into yours; pouring his entire soul into it. His hands are back to exploring your body, holding you to him as humanly possible. A desire runs from your heart to your inner thighs.

He pulls away and you try to reach for his lips again, but he steps back. You're slightly perplexed when he starts to remove his cloak. Moving further away from the waves, he lays the cloak on the sand. 

And the realization suddenly dawns on you. Here? Now? Even with the possibility of someone finding you. You cast your eyes over the distance where the funeral is still taking place. Still, you take Jace’s hand. Fuck it, you thought. 

Laying your back on the cloak as he climbs on top of you. Feeling his nose nudging yours, you couldn’t help but smile and he returns it, kissing your nose. You tilt your head to allow your lips to meet again. 

Then you sensed his hand reaching for the back of your dress as his fingers roughly pulled the strings holding it together. Your dress descends, revealing your shoulders to the prince. He presses a soft kiss to the skin exposed as he pulls the dress down further, barring your chest.

Your nipples harden when exposed to the cold air. Biting your lower lip at the way his eyes leer over them. No matter how many times he has seen them, he’s always entranced. With eyes closed, he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, tongue darting out to wet the bud before sucking lightly. Gods, sometimes Jace Imagines what your breasts would look like if your belly was round with his child.

You ponder what the people of the realm would think if their future king was ever found sleeping with a widow whose husband's funeral was only a short distance away. Discovered on top of her, his mouth on her chest. 

He closes his lips around your nipple as you exhale a low moan and tilt your head back. You’ve always been so sensitive to his touch as he was to yours. Low moans also slip out of his mouth, seeming to enjoy the act. Possibly even more than you did. Jace would be content to die buried between your legs or with his face between your cleavage. Either way, it’s heaven to him. 

Pulling away, his lips graze yours, clumsily reaching his hands down to untie his trousers. Hearing him curse while struggling to loosen the tight laces makes you chuckle. Reaching to help him, an embarrassed thank you is said under his breath.

Briefly sitting on his knees to pull the trousers to his knees; cock already hard. He pulls your dress up all the way to your hip, exposing your cunt to him. As he reaches down to take hold of the top of his head, slowly pushing it inward an inch at a time, his body rests on yours once more.

Synced moans escape the two of you as his cock slides fully into you. All while, Jace presses tender kisses all over your face. His thrusts are slow, trying to get you to adjust his size. Jace grunts aloud as your walls tighten around him.

You give thanks to the gods that the two of you are far away. You see him biting his lip to contain his loud moans. Still, they can be heard throughout the chilly air. His mind goes numb the moment his cock is buried deep inside of you. 

There are all sorts of words said by him; declarations of love, but all come out slurred as if he's in a drunken haze. His face is buried in the crook of your neck. Thrusting his body, his heavy moans are heard feeling his cock surge through your hole.

His thrusts are becoming sloppy. He's close. His finger moves down,  circling your clit, wanting you to feel the same euphoria alongside him. His cock is deep enough, you can feel the head touching your cervix. 

His lip begins to bleed between his teeth. He’s close. Yet he’s holding himself back, twitching inside of you. He wants you to reach your high first. Then when he feels your walls squirming. How fucking tight you’re. Louder whimpers coming from you. He knows you’re close, too. His fingers fasten in their movements against your clit.

An almost scream erupts from you as you reach your orgasm, eyes rolling back. Removing his wet fingers, leaving your cunt to your hips. Not even moments later, Jace came. Harshly digging his fingers into your hips, you were certain any harder and it would start to bruise.

His lips parted in almost broken sobs, chanting your name as though it were a martyr. He releases a spurt of cum, stuffing your cunt to the brim. A few more thrusts and Jace's body collapses on top of yours. Both bodies drenched in sweat even in the chilly air. 

The only sounds that can be heard are Jace's chest heaving and distant wave sounds. The side of his head is resting against your chest as you run a hand through his hair. I love you. He kept saying it almost as if it were a mantra until he became too exhausted to speak. For some time, the two of you remain in this position, soaking up the silence.

When it's time for you to leave, your thighs are trembling, sticky with dried cum. The two of you try your best to present yourselves as neatly and cleanly as you can. Your hands are intertwined with Jace's as the two of you approach Daemon and Rhaenyra.

The two knew everything they needed to know from both of your swollen lips, Jace's messy hair, and the sand stuck to some of the clothes and skin. As Rhaenyra beams a friendly smile your way, Daemon muses, "I can assume she accepted the proposal." Jace catches your confused look. Were they all on this. 

When it's time for the family to depart, you climb up atop Vermax while Jace holds you fast as the dragon soars overhead. You can just imagine your father's fury, his screams of rage, and the furniture he'll probably destroy in his way. You pity the messenger who has to inform your father about the wedding.

As you soar through the air, you ignore all of your thoughts when you feel the prince's chin rest on your shoulder. With the sun behind you, the wind blowing in your faces. Jace presses his lips to yours as you turn to face him and you part ways while smiling. 

After this, Jace is truly in debt to his stepfather.

Meant to be mine 

Excuse me for the horrible smut 

Tags: Soft dark!Jace OC, mentions & descriptions of parent abuse, character death (poison), childhood to lovers. EXPLICIT: Titty sucking, breeding kink (if you squint), creampie, tummy bulge (mention) Jace really taking after his parents 

The dragon runs in his blood. Jace won’t give you up for anything, even if your hands belong to another. 

To marry well. A constant reminder of your obligations as a lady. Prepare to be disappointed. It’s rare for love to blossom in such unions. Marriage is a trade more than anything-whether it’s for a shipping fleet or an ally. How foolish of you to think your fate would differ from any lady.

How you’ve dreamed of having your ‘protected’ cloak placed around your shoulder to be the sigil of a three-headed dragon. Anticipating facing the man you’ve known for years. Instead, your 'protected’ cloak’s sigil is one of a golden lion and your wedding vows are exchanged with another. 

Before the feast could begin, the doors opened, and everyone turned. Seeing the royal family ascend made your breath catch in your throat. They weren’t invited. You were certain otherwise their upcoming presence would have been the talk around. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, seeing your father’s enraged face. Jakob Lannister, your newly husband, looked stunned.

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[marshmallowloves]

DAY 1 (FAMILIAL F/Os) - Kiragi + Kana (Fates children)

In my opinion, Fates doesn’t really give too much…depth (?) to the child units, so it’s easier for me to think of them more casually…if that makes sense dkjfg. Like I can picture my Fates children doing much more normal, everyday brotherly things than my Awakening children, which is fine because I love thinking of fun fluff/slice of life stuff kdjfg. I also don’t particularly care for the whole “yeet them into the babyrealm till they’re grown up” thing, but at the very least I would remedy it by having Cesylia and Takumi visit said realm much more often than what’s shown in the games.

Kiragi was the first one to be born. When Cesylia found out she was pregnant, she got creative and told Takumi through what was basically the archery version of the game of HORSE (but with the word BABY instead) - after all, she was getting a little better with the bow thanks to him, and he saw it as a good way to test her skill. In true Takumi fashion, he was a bit too proud that he beat Cesylia at her own challenge to realize the message at the end…at least for a moment, after which he was so overcome with emotion and surprise that all he could do was hug her for a solid 5 minutes dkfjgh

A lot of people like to headcanon that the non-Kana child of Corrin inherits their dragon form, but I think Kiragi would come out a regular human like his dad. I do however think he would inherit Cesylia’s ice magic, which one day he would learn to incorporate into his archery somehow.

Cesylia and Takumi didn’t anticipate having a second child, but when she found out she was pregnant again, they came around to the idea - Kiragi would surely be happy to have a little sibling, having spent much of his time in the Deeprealm without anyone his own age to interact with. Except…things get a little weird when Cesylia calls for Takumi in a panic, a whopping three months into her pregnancy, and after about 30 minutes of anguish, out comes…an…egg.

Hinata: Lord Takumi? What’s with that expression? Your day not going so well? Takumi: I don’t know, Hinata. My wife just laid an egg. You tell me how you think it's going. Jakob: Lady Cesylia, you’ve been staring at your stomach in that mirror for an hour now. Don’t you think you should eat something-- Cesylia: Jakob I laid a fucking egg.......

Okay, sure, maybe it makes sense - a reptilian creature like a dragon would naturally lay an egg. But they certainly didn’t think that Cesylia, who naturally takes human form, would do so as well. But, bizarre as it is, they still treat the egg with the same care as a newborn, though it does sport a surprisingly tough shell. They introduce it to little Kiragi, who naturally questions how it works. Well shit, they don’t even know how it’s going to work, so they say it’s like a chicken egg. How the hell else are they supposed to explain this kjdfg

But Kiragi fawns over his strange new little sibling anyway, especially after Kana finally emerges, and perfectly encapsulates the role of Big Brother as they grow up. And Kiragi may be a perpetual ball of sunshine, but make no mistake - he won’t hesitate to make human pincushions out of anyone who tries to harm his “baby chick brother.”

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Hi! Your pizzeria au is so cool! (I actually can relate to the whole Jakob and Primo yelling at each other and Jakob being the terror grandparent thing *side-eyes grandma* and I dont know why but i really like that i absolutely get it)

I wanted to ask, does Primo still have his seeking validation but not getting it thing (aka oldest child syndrome)? I feel like that's a big part of the show's character (even though it's not talked about you can tell he just wants someone to love him), so does your pizzeria au Primo also have that? Or is he in a perfectly loving healthy family dynamic

WAHHH THANK YOU!! ;_; sobs ive been wanting to answer this for weeks ive just been turbo-busy and Primo's family life in this AU is, a real Kettle of Fish hhfdhgf..... i Love thinkin and talking about him, he's so so dear to me and this is a great question!!

the short answer is: you bet your ass he still does <3

the long answer is: well,

allow me to bring up THE MANCINI FAMILY DISASTER HURRICANE OF A RELATIONSHIP WEB

"perfectly loving healthy family dynamic" lol. lmao. roflcopter. not in the Mancini house!!!!!!!!!! This is three generations of autistic Hispanic Italians who do NOT know how to talk to each other or work through their own feelings and emotions in any sort of healthy way, and it SHOWS. :,)

(and honestly it's Jakob's fault for a lot of it--he's a heavy-handed crusty abusive old son of a bitch with enough untreated war veteran PTSD to black out the sun, and he managed to critically fuck up not just his son's emotional development but his grandsons' too in the process!!!! GREAT JOB YOU OLD BASTARD.)

Like. Aporia loves his kids. He does, he really really does. Primo almost died in a motorcycle crash when he was 17 and the thought of losing him scares Aporia so fucking much. He's just.. chronically so fucking bad at verbally expressing "i love you," and in general is a, often very emotionally distant person. He's not the World's Worst Dad, he just fumbled the bag on being there much for Primo and Lester until *checks* Extremely Recently, instead caught up with his demanding work of running a steel distribution component, and then later the death of his wife (which left him shaken and numb for YEARS,) and on top of all of that the lingering inescapable drive to Make Jakob Proud of Him (a trait Primo has too <3) (insert meta commentary on how these are all Versions of The Same Guy in 5Ds Canon <333)

So anyway, all that said, you can imagine that Primo seeks validation like a starving hyena seeking out a wildebeest carcass--desperately, relentlessly, and like his very life depends on it. He's hero worshiped Jakob for being a """"Cool War Hero"""" since he was a kid, and he kind of hero worships his boss Zone now for his intense demeanor and storied history, despite the fact neither of these men seem to like him much (because they dont.) Between that and his aforementioned dad being awkwardly distant for much of his childhood and teen years, his ratio if "wanting validation vs. actually getting it" is, uh, NOT VERY GREAT :( He STILL yearns so SO much for his abuelo's approval especially, and the fact Primo feels his missed his one opportunity to get it (enlist in the army and die bravely and brilliantly on the battlefield) (dude you were never gonna be let into the army you have one eye first of all) keeps him up at night, like, a Lot. (sorry world but I KNOW Primo would be a bit of a cringefail military bootlicker. but the details on that is its own side tangent ghghdgdg)

it's just a mess, this whole family is a mess. at least on the bright side Primo's starting to make friends who Do care so much about him, and Aporia IS actively trying to make strides in connecting with his kids and making it clear to Primo how much he loves him, AND Primo is getting mature enough now to reflect on his upbringing and realize how fucked things have been. He isnt QUITE self aware enough yet to realize that chasing Jakob's approval is a fool's errand he'll never achieve, but he IS steadily starting to fully recognize that the way Jakob treats his dad and Lester makes him feel, um, Sick to His Stomach. (but the way Jakob treats him? no, no. thats. thats fine. thats what he (Primo) deserves.his brother and father dont deserve to be yelled at and demeaned and hit. but he does. failures do.)

(if i get into this AU Primo's complex about his self-worth that's absolutely spurred on by his struggle to obtain what he deems the most important forms of validation i will be here another nine hours and another 20 paragraphs. but i think about it VERY much. post for another time methinks.)

but yeah his eldest child syndrome is off the absolute charts. he might stomp around and loudly proclaim Lester is ruining his life but he loves that kid so much. He would put himself between Lester and their furious grandfather to take the brunt of the blast every time. He is not doing well but he will spend two hours putting ice on a bruise Jakob gave his little brother with as must care as someone as big and gnarly as he can muster. i love them so much.

[jcraft]

–“I’ll fucking kill you!”–

So Jakob does have a violent side

[silvershadow1711]

I'm so happy I'm not the only person who appreciates how absolutely fucked up Gunter's relationship with Corrin can lean depending on how much you want to delve into the implications that are VERY MUCH PRESENT in the canon text (he grooms them! From childhood! Maybe not in a sexual manner, but it's literally a grown man coaxing a child to trust him so they'll be loyal to and obey him and not their family! I have been openly declaring this since 2016 and I LOVE it!!)

And he slots so well into the yandere archetype because of it. I mean, come on: he raised this girl from childhood and whatever feelings he had have only gotten more intense as the years went on. The fact that he has that ball on him in their supports means he brought it with him on what they thought was a day trip to the border. Why are you carrying this woman's old, forgotten toys on your person everywhere you go if not because you are obsessed to the point of mental illness, sir?! And you know Gunter is the one who instilled that same level of obsession in Jakob, like "you put her above all else, you protect her above all else"- you will never convince me otherwise because it's not true.

Which, of course, leads to my personal favorite "implication" (if you will) of their relationship, which is that Gunter sees Corrin as a way of reclaiming what was stolen from him: a family. Garon took his wife and child, so now he's going to take Garon's child to make his wife and have a new child with her. Just to make the vengeance even sweeter, using his new family to strike down the killer of his old family (if you don't kill Garon with Gunter!Kana in Conquest, what are you even doing?). Years, possibly decades of stewing in the grief of his loss has made this man absolutely feral about having another child- which is why he keeps adopting every kid who's tossed into the Northern Fortress, but they never quite scratch the right itch. And you can definitely have genuine love and affection mixed in there, but also just imagine Anankos ramping that desire to start a new family up to 11... and then taking matters into his own claws if that doesn't happen~

(Oh wait, I did imagine that, and wrote it into a whole-ass fic like 6 years ago)

honestly i think yet another reason why gunter/corrin absolutely devoured my brain cells is there's a stunning range of "trope hardness" that you could play around with (how vanilla vs dead dove you want the relationship to go basically).

personally i find a lot of "canon" RPG romances are ... far too tame (both story & kink & preference-wise, cue being a die-hard crackshipper for decades before being shocked that nintendo would actually canonize somebody as crunchy as him lol).

but if you want ...

* ~vanilla~ gunter/corrin where it's a cute knight/leige may december courtship (basically the surface-level EN CQ route) focused on the romance versus the sexual angle, there's ample room for that.

* then there's a slightly darker romance where you can start having corrin being aware of the silas gaslighting, the truth of his backstory, kinda threading in Fates' inherent darker implications within the relationship, it's all right there for you to pick and choose from given both JP/EN scripts (and the things we learn in JP-specific peripherals).

* you can also play with the darker dubcon/noncon Revelation-specific possession plus relationship let alone the delicious incest/daddykink² angle with anankos.

* to be slightly crass and further pushing the intentionality, an outright ddlg kink dynamic is totally possible if not outright implied by a few lines in the supports if you like to play in this space lol.

* and then of course, full throttle dead dove northern-fortress 'bad touch'/predatory gunter (some of my favorite fics are this angle ngl)

..... which isn't even going into all of the above flavors in Conquest vs Revelation (two very tonally different games). and then eeeeverything in between if you're like me and like to mix and match depending on mood :3c

but the absolute best part is that his supremely crunchy backstory isn't diluted by the range; gunter's still a remarkably cohesive and compelling character no matter which version you opt for - or hell, if you have a different ship you prefer or even if you don't romance him in general.

we stan the skeeziest knight <3

[didsomeonesayventus]

on one hand I should probably branch out and not pair azura up with jakob for my nth playthru of fates rev on the other I simply cannot resist slightly messy but ride or die shigure + dwyer sibling bond