#me when my husban!

[toshinoris-spouse]

What am I willing to pay for artwork of Yagi and Fin, whether it be SFW or NSFW?

I dunno do you need a new kidney-

[sealovinq]

oughrhhrh i love jose

[candlewitches]

cannot sleep mostly because of pain but also bc i am still full of rage at the former (and now current again LMAO) execs of my former larp. like literally. “i can excuse (alleged) mismanagement, fraud, and embezzlement, but i draw the line at a sternly worded announcement”

[quitefawnish]

the prize of prey

knight!au, simon riley x reader, kyle garrick x reader, johnny mactavish x reader, brief soap x gaz, mentioned john price x reader

cw: noncon/dubcon, abuse of power

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: this is inspired by one of my classes actually, where we discussed how knights in the middle ages only had to court noble women, whereas any peasant woman was open to their desires, and they were in fact encouraged to do so. while this is disgusting as a concept, i am also disgusting, so ofc i wrote this..

Everyone in the kingdom knew to stay out of the way of the knights. It was a common sight to see a vendor being heckled by a group of knights while many people walked by without sparing a glance. So you were well aware of how fucked you were when a group of them approached you at the market.

They were in their casual wear but the scabbards at their hips spoke to their knight status. The first one that started the conversation had tanned skin and a crooked grin that caused the edges of his stark blue eyes to crinkle.

His brown hair was styled in a mohawk, with the hair on the sides of his head crudely shaven away, and by the nicks that were spread across his scalp, you guessed he did it himself.

“Well, hello there, bonnie,” he practically whispered in your ear.

His hands gripped your waist as he pulled himself to stand closer to you with his chest against your back.

You stiffened, turning your head slightly backwards to peer at him. You had seen the group of them wandering the market earlier and you had hoped that’s the last you would see of them. You were not so lucky.

The second one, to your relief, pulled Mohawk off of you.

“Don’t crowd her, ye git” He gave you a grin, acting as if his friend hadn’t just groped you a second ago, but you had to admit, he was so pretty, it almost worked.

He had brown skin and tight curls that were close-cropped to his head. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, and his brown eyes sparkled with a mirth you didn’t share.

“I’m Gaz” he said, then he pointed to Mohawk, “he’s Soap.”

“But ye can call me Johnny, if ye like,” Soap interrupted, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Gaz just shot him a glare and then pointed to the last man who had just been observing this whole interaction, “and this is Ghost.”

Ghost was a hulking creature of man, and if he wasn’t intimidating enough, he had on a skull-painted balaclava. Through the gap in the fabric you could see just his pale skin and soulless dark brown eyes that were boring into your soul.

You introduced yourself as they all stared at you expectantly.

“‘s a pretty name fer a pretty lass” Soap practically cooed at you.

This made you tuck further in yourself, wishing you could just disappear on the spot, “I.. don’t think this is appropriate.”

Gaz cocked his head slightly, “And why is that?”

You swallowed thickly, “B-because I don’t think my husband would approve.”

It was a complete gamble, maybe these knights would leave you alone if they thought you had a man to protect you. Problem is, you were decidedly not married, and all you could do was hope they wouldn’t see through your bluff.

“Husband?” Soap made a show of looking around, “if ye’re married, then where is he?”

“A man shouldn’t leave his woman to fend for herself in such a dangerous place, especially not one as beautiful as you, someone might try to take advantage,” Gaz said in a worried tone, but it was ruined by the slight grin on his face.

“He.. he went home already, I told him I needed to get one last thing, and I would be right home,” your lie was falling apart as soon as it left your mouth.

“He should have waited, no sense in making your woman walk home alone,” Soap grumbled.

By now, they had almost backed you into a corner, both literally and figuratively, as they advanced forward, forcing you to inch back towards the fruit stand behind you.

“He-he knows the people in the community, they would never do anything to me,” you managed to stammer out.

“If this husband o’ yours is real, where’s your ring?” You were startled as Ghost finally spoke up, his voice deep and rumbling as he glared at you with accusing eyes.

You put your right hand up and looked at it, faking bewilderment, “Oh! I must have left it at home this morning.”

“Ah, right, sorry for pestering you, then,” Gaz said, bowing slightly for emphasis, the other two following suit.

You gave them a small, nervous curtsy in response and smiled awkwardly at the three of them, “It’s quite alright. If you’ll excuse me, I think I should head home now.”

You started to walk away when Soap put out an arm to stop you, “Aye, but it wouldnae be right of us to let a woman walk home by herself.”

Your heart plummeted to your feet and your eyes involuntarily widened with horror.

“I should be okay walking by myself, thank you for the offer, sirs,” you said as you attempted to shoulder past Soap.

He just moved closer to you, “It wouldnae be right,” he said in a darker tone, implying this wasn’t up for debate.

You looked between Gaz and Ghost, who had blocked your other exits, and it didn’t seem like they were willing to budge on this either. You swallowed nervously, “R-right, let’s go, then.”

When you made it to your house, you had half-hoped for them to bid you a good night and go on their way.

They, of course, insisted on meeting your so-called husband and giving him a good talk about respecting his wife. You were fairly certain that at this point it was like a game for them.

It was obvious from the start that they never believed you and they knew you knew that, but that didn’t stop them from continuing this ruse, they were having too much fun.

You opened the door to an empty and dark house, it being abundantly clear that no one had been in the place since you left that morning.

“O-oh, I don’t know where he went, he must have gone looking for me since I took so long,” you lied, but winced at your wavering tone.

“Lass, we would have run into him on the way,” Soap said, making you turn around to face the three of them.

“He knows some different paths, maybe he took one of those,” you continued lying, knowing that it was never going to convince them, but you needed to keep talking or you were going to cry.

Noticing the devastated look on your face, Gaz walked forward and took your face in his hands, “It’s alright, luv, we’re not going to hurt you.”

You were shaking so bad that your teeth were practically rattling out of your skull, “You’re not? You’re.. going to leave me alone?”

Soap just shook his head, tutting at you, “We didnae say that, just that we aren’t gonna hurt ye, in fact, you’ll probably like it.”

The grin on his face made your stomach churn, and you stepped back from Gaz’s hands, backing up until you hit your bed frame. It startled you as you stumbled back into the wood, and you looked back to see what you had run into before trying to steady yourself.

When you turned back around, Gaz and Soap were practically face-to-face with you, Ghost choosing to settle in a dark corner of the room, settling into a chair as it let out a big creak of stress under his weight.

You turned your gaze back to the two knights in front of you who both have matching looks in their eyes, a mix of lust and excitement, as they eye you up and down.

“P-please don’t” you managed to stutter out.

Soap just pressed a finger to your lips, “Shhh, you’re okay. We’re going to take good care of you.”

You tried to lean out of the way as Gaz’s lips came towards yours, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could pretend all of this wasn’t happening.

Rough hands gripped your head, pulling your face towards Gaz, who captured your lips in his. As your eyes flew open, you saw that it was both Gaz and Soap’s hands that were holding you steady. Gaz’s other hand settled on your waist, gripping at the soft flesh underneath the fabric of your dress.

He leaned into the kiss, being somewhat gentle, as if he didn’t want to scare you off just so soon. You gasped softly into his lips as you felt Soap’s tongue on your neck, licking a stripe from your neck up to your face, ending it with a wet kiss to the apple of your check.

Gaz pulled away, staring blatantly down at your body before he began to undo the strings at the back of your bodice.

You tried to pull away, muttering out a soft “no” in protest, but Gaz worked efficiently enough that he was able to pull the piece over your head before you could do much else. Soap grinned down at your body, the top half of your thin chemise having been revealed.

Your hardened nipples poked through the sheer clothing, your body having betrayed you in response to Gaz’s kiss. Soap seemed transfixed as he palmed at your breast through the material, cupping both hands underneath your nipples.

“So bonnie, and just for us to see, aye?” he asked.

You couldn’t even move your mouth to answer and you just remained rooted to the spot no matter how much you wished you could move, fight them off, anything.

Soap didn’t seem to mind your lack of response, carrying on fondling your tits. While Soap was transfixed, Gaz slipped off your skirts, leaving you now with one practically translucent layer, which he was now starting to pull off as well.

That was when you got the courage to move, attempting to cover your body while also trying to keep your chemise on. Instead of grabbing your arms like you thought they would, Soap simply pushed you backwards so you landed with an ‘oof’ on your bed.

You tried to scramble away, slipping over your sheets in your desperation but Soap yanked you back towards them, “Behave.”

You swallowed nervously and stopped trying to struggle away, actually finding yourself nodding to his command.

He grinned, “Good girl.”

His words sent shivers down your body, ending with a fluttering in your cunt.

“Told you we were gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Gaz said, positioning himself in the space between your legs, gripping your thighs open with an ease that betrayed just how strong he was compared to you.

“I don’t want this,” you surprised yourself when you said this, having been frozen in fear just moments before.

Soap, who was now positioned in the space above your head, smiled down at you, brushing your hair back against your scalp, “Dinnae say that just yet, think ye’ll like this next part.”

Knowing that your protests would fall on deaf, uncaring ears, you shut your mouth and looked back down at Gaz who had now pulled the bottom part of your chemise up to reveal your pussy to the night air. Once again, you tried desperately to have some remaining decency and pulled your dress back down, only for Soap to grab your hands and pull them back to your chest.

He held them in an X formation with one hand gripping around both of your wrists, “Och, dinnae be naughty, lass. Wouldnae want for Ghost to have to punish ye.”

Your eyes flicked over to the man who was sitting in the corner who was staring over at the three of you, and you noticed him lazily palming at a bulge in his pants. You swallowed nervously and shook your head, looking back at Soap, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He seemed satisfied and nodded to Gaz, who had flipped the bottom half of your chemise up once again. He pressed gentle kisses to your inner thighs, trailing up until he reached your entrance. It was horrible because even though you wanted them to stop, you needed for Gaz to hurry up and put his mouth on your aching bud.

As if sensing your thoughts, he put his lips to your clit and sucked. You couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped from your lips as he did this, your face flushing at the realization of the obscene noise that you had made.

It only egged Gaz on more as he began to practically make out with your pussy, wet smacking sounds echoing around the room.

Soap, meanwhile, had shifted your hands to pin them above your head, therefore giving him unobstructed access to your tits. He latched his mouth to your right nipple, sucking through the fabric.

He used his free hand to grope at your other breast, practically kneading it like a cat. All you could do was whimper softly, your arms and legs both being restrained. It wasn’t long before you could feel a pressure building between your legs, feeling the pleasure crescendo until it hit its peak and your body started shaking uncontrollably.

You could dimly hear Soap praising you with his mouth still on your nipple with your ears ringing slightly.

As the wave overtook you, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes back into your head. Gaz unsucked with a loud popping noise, and as your sight returned to normal, you saw him grinning triumphantly between your legs.

Soap had already unlatched from your tit, the sheer fabric that covered it being almost translucent from the saliva. Now that you had finally relaxed, or rather, was too tired to move or try to struggle, Soap let go of your arms. You left them where they were hanging above your head as you tried to catch your breath.

At that moment, Ghost stood up from the chair, startling you, as you had almost forgotten he was there.

“My turn,” he said gruffly, which made both Gaz and Soap complain loudly.

“Och, but I’m achin’ LT,” Soap complained, almost whining as he gestured to his dick which was straining against his pants.

“‘ave Kyle take care o’ you” he said matter-of-factly.

Although you weren’t sure of their ranks within the knight’s guard, it was clear that these two readily deferred to him as Soap reluctantly slipped off the bed.

Ghost walked towards you, looking you up and down with almost calculating eyes. All you could do was whimper softly as he approached you, half paralyzed from fear.

His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you, and although you flinched as he outstretched a hand, he simply stroked your cheek with a softness you didn’t know he was capable of.

“Poor thing, probably scared out o’ your mind.”

You nodded meekly, hoping maybe he would take mercy on you and leave you alone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

He then undressed his lower half which was littered in scars and which also freed his erect cock, one that looked like it could split you in half, precum glistening at the tip.

Your eyes widened at the sight of it, “I.. I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

He shook his head, “It’s gonna fit, don’t worry, ‘sides, my boys warmed you up for me, didn’t they?”

You looked over at Gaz and Soap, the former helping Soap out by stroking along his cock with spit-slicked hands, making Soap moan out words in a language you didn’t understand. You stopped looking when Ghost’s hands found your jaw and turned your face back to him.

“Asked you a question, love.”

You nodded, but your lower lip wobbled slightly.

That just seemed to egg him on more, and his eyes crinkled through the gap in his mask. He repositioned you so you were facedown on the bed, legs dangling off the side so your ass was level with his pelvis.

He pulled up your chemise, and once again, your pussy was exposed to the night air. He sucked in a breath at the sight of it, dragging one finger up through the folds and dipping it into your hole. You inhaled sharply at the intrusion, clenching slightly on his finger in shock.

He just laughed, “Careful you don’t squeeze like that while I’m inside, yeah? ‘fraid I’d never pull out.” You took the message and forced yourself to relax, knowing that it was happening either way and it was best just to make things easier on yourself.

You tried not to jump again when he dragged his tip down your pussy, gathering the come that had collected in between your folds. Then he pressed into your hole, it traitorously sucking him in with ease.

He was able to get it in a good amount of inches before your insides started to ache. Sure, maybe you’d had a couple of fingers in there before but nothing like this, certainly not this length or girth.

You whimpered softly as he pressed in further and he soothingly pet your hair as he paused for a moment.

“You’re okay, I know, I know” he said, soothingly, “Just a bit more, okay?” You nodded weakly, knowing that it wasn’t an option to back out now.

“Good girl” he murmured softly as he pressed inch by inch into you.

You whined pitifully as his pelvis pressed against your ass, his cock now fully inside you.

It hurt, but what was worse to you was that this hurt felt.. good. You hardly had a second to take all of him before he slowly pulled out again, and stupidly, you began to hope he was done.

Those dreams were dashed the second he slammed back into you, making you cry out in surprise. He continued this, rocking back and forth into you, his cock dragging in and out of your hole as you gripped the sheets beneath you for stability.

Then, he lowered himself on top of you, bending over at his hips to press himself against your back. All you could hear were his grunts and the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy as he pounded into you.

Even though tears were building up in your eyes, you could also feel pleasure building between your legs at the continuous thrusting. Your body tensed up as you felt another wave overtake you, the sensations making your legs shake uncontrollably underneath Ghost’s.

Your breathy moans earned an even faster pace, causing a slight staccato in your breathing.

Now that your orgasm had ended, the pleasure bordered on painful and with the increased thrusts, you whimpered softly, “It hurts.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head and through his panting he said, “I know, I know, just a little longer. ‘m almost there.”

You felt another wave building, this time it felt too intense, too painful, but you couldn’t stop it from overtaking you just as Ghost slowed above you, grunting in your ear as he finished inside you. You couldn’t breathe for a terrifying moment, your lungs drawing in no air as your vision darkened. The ringing in your ears grew louder as you lost sensation, and eventually, lost consciousness.

When you woke up what you assumed to be a few seconds later, Ghost had pulled out of you and you were laying on your back on the bed. You could feel his and your come dripping out of your pussy which was still fluttering around nothing.

He had pulled his pants up and redone his belt, now fully dressed again.

He looked over at you, “Lost you there for a second, that good, am I?”

You didn’t really know what to say in response, sure, he was good, but he also forced his way into your home and your body. You weren’t about to praise the man that violated you. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind your lack of response, looking over to Soap and Gaz who had both finished, seeming both literally and figuratively.

Soap gave you a lopsided grin, “Put on quite a show, lass. Told ye we’d take care of ye.”

“Will you leave me be, now?” you asked bluntly. Now that they had all had their fair share, all you wanted was for them to leave so you could tend to yourself and lick your wounds.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, “Rid of you? Who said anything about that?”

Your heart sank, “I.. I just assumed that once you got what you wanted, you’d leave.”

Ghost shook his head as if you had said something egregiously stupid, “Don’t you get it? You are what we wanted, and we’re not letting you go that easily. From the moment we laid eyes on you, we had to have you.”

You looked between the three of them, this hadn’t been a spur of the moment thing, they had planned this. You knew all along that they knew you weren’t married, but you didn’t think they had planned this, all for them to take you like some unruly spoil of war at the end.

“You can’t do this, someone will wonder where I am,” you mustered the energy to sit up in bed, glaring at the three of them.

“Really? From the looks of it, you live alone, no one knows who you are, and we’re knights. It’s our duty to take things like you home, protect you, take care of you” Gaz said, taking on a more serious tone.

“Y-you can’t do this” you helplessly repeated.

“Oh, lass, we can, and we will. Dinnae worry your pretty little head about it. King John already said he would be very interested in meeting you, doubt he would be too happy if you refused,” Soap’s grin seemed almost malicious now in this lighting.

“It’s time to go home,” Ghost said, scooping you up from the bed.

You were unable to do anything but cry weakly into his shoulder as they brought you to their horses, knowing this would be the rest of your life and there was nothing you could do about it.

a/n: ah ok! first fic on this acct and actually, my first fic writing smut 🫣 so lmk what you guys think, maybe i can write a part two if you’re interested??

sword divider by @/sister-lucifer

[xinxiaogato]

— you're dating who!?

summary. no one believes that you’re dating the esteemed duke of the fortress of meropide. that man is only ever seen locking lips with the orifice of a teacup. however, all of that changes when you and your alleged “boyfriend” are invited to a coworker’s dinner party.

love interest. gn!reader x wriothesley.

warnings. unedited, cursing, bullying, attempted homewrecking, mentions of blood, murder, and assault (nothing crazy), slight angst, lack of communication, a bit suggestive (mentions of light bdsm).

word count. 2,187

note. happy late birthday to wriothesley! this shortfic was inspired by a scene from spy x family (iykyk). you are referred to as “reader” by the way!

while loading up your plate with chips and french fontainian onion dip, you could sense the smugness of your colleagues from all the way across the dining room.

“i mean, we all saw this coming, didn’t we?” one of them piped up with a snarky laugh.

another obnoxiously chortled in return. “i won't forget the day reader told us who could have possibly given them those flowers.”

“right!? and i’m lady furina!”

that joke rocked their worlds to the point that one person started choking on their garlic baguette. your eyes flitted over to your friend, pauline, who was shaking with rage beside you and on the verge of strangling someone.

“why i oughta give them a piece of my mind!” caterwauled pauline, but you perched a hand on her shoulder so that she wouldn’t go ballistic—even if it was on your behalf.

“can’t really blame them,” you conceded. “if you told me you were in a relationship with the iudex of fontaine, i would need a minute.”

“are you saying it’s impossible?”

“i’m saying it’s highly unlikely.”

“hmph! a girl can dream.” pauline haughtily raised her nose into the air and crossed her arms with indignation, which tugged your lips into a small smile. you knew she had your best interests in mind. since day dot, your coworkers were constantly unleashing a tirade of vitriol against you. “anyway, where’s your boyfriend? did he get caught up with something?”

“probably,” you ascertained, taking a sip of red wine. you looked for a seat to settle at; you couldn’t let your chips go cold. “he warned me that he might not make it in time for the party. a new batch of inmates was processed for registration today, and allegedly, they’re unruly.”

her eyes widened after connecting the dots. “are they related to the famous case of the missing paintings? they finally caught the culprits!?”

you raised an eyebrow. “you didn’t know? it’s all over the steambird.”

as you and pauline were sitting down, the hostess of the party, anaïs, and her entourage strode over with purpose. one of anaïs’s minions was the first to start yapping, “well, if it isn’t reader, the person dating the wolf!”

“more like the person who cried wolf!” followed anaïs, which made the group howl like hyenas.

rolling your eyes at their sneers, you replied, “where is your husband, anaïs? don’t tell me he’s at the office ‘working overtime’ with his assistant again.”

all of anaïs’s friends practically broke their necks to look at her.

“h-how did you know about that…!?” anaïs spluttered, her cheeks flared red. “that’s… that’s my personal affairs you’re airing to everyone!”

a follower of anaïs cupped a hand to her ear and hissed, “don’t you remember? reader is friends with charlotte, a journalist for the steambird. she’s notorious for her intel gathering so that she can compete with others for the juiciest scoops!”

“hey, hey, does charlotte know anything about monsieur neuvillette’s type?” pauline whispered to which you were about to answer—only for anaïs to grab your glass of wine.

“you think you’re so high and mighty all the time…!” anaïs said in a shrill voice, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “at least i don’t pretend i’m the bitch of the lord of the fortress of meropide to get attention!”

“i think it would be better for you to channel your energy into divorcing that shitty excuse of a husband,” you corrected her, unfazed by the fact she was threateningly holding the drink above your head. “it’s not your fault that he’s a scumbag, so don’t stick around to see if he’ll change.”

something in anaïs seemed to falter at your words, but it was only for a moment. resentment got the best of her, and in the blink of an eye, red liquid was splashed onto your chest and dripping down your top, making bystanders gasp at the scene before them.

it kind of looked like you just got murdered.

“what is wrong with you!?” pauline furiously yelled after jumping up to shield you, who was still reeling from what happened. “how old are you to be acting like an immature brat!?”

as pauline and one of anaïs’s flunkies began to pull at each other’s hair, a different one pointed a finger into your face while cackling. “ha, serves you right! that outfit must have been dirt cheap anyway, so it couldn’t have been a total loss!”

“oh, you wouldn’t want your shoes ruined, right?” a second cooed, snatching them right off your feet and looking for the nearest window to chuck them out of. “don’t worry, i’ll dry them off for you!”

you got up to take them right back, but anaïs blocked your path, eyes narrowed into slits. “just admit it, reader,” she snarled. “you’re nothing but an attention-seeking whore for the fortress of meropide’s administrator, a goody two-shoes for our boss, and a laughing stock for all of fontaine. you’re nothing!”

“monsieur wriothesley!” a voice resounded from down the hallway, causing everyone in the dining room to freeze. “we’re so honored to have you join us! did lady anaïs invite you?”

before you knew it, a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind to give you a tight squeeze, and a pair of lips kissed the top of your head.

“so sorry i’m late, my love,” a deep voice purred by your ear. “my hands were tied…”

his voice trailed off. wriothesley, whose sudden appearance had dropped every partygoer’s jaw, noticed that your top felt weirdly damp. when he craned his neck to investigate, his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. 

he immediately questioned if it was your blood or not.

“reader!” your boyfriend shouted, turning you around and holding you by the shoulders. a fear he had only felt as a teenager flooded rapidly into his system, and it was taking everything in him to not explode. “what happened to you? are you hurt!?”

you were still stunned in the aftermath, but you quickly collected yourself and placed your hands atop his. “no, no, i’m fine, wrio. i’m not hurt. it’s just red wine.”

“red… red wine?”

recovering from his initial shock, wriothesley twisted around, his jacket fluttering swiftly in tandem. his eyes took in the sight of an awestruck anaïs holding something behind her back and a petrified person clutching onto a pair of shoes (which explained why your dogs were out).

in a calm tone more terrifying than him speaking out of anger, wriothesley said to the hostess, “i apologize for souring the mood. however…” quickly, he engulfed your body with his jacket and swept you off your feet, hitching the air in your throat as he held you close to his chest. “my partner is not feeling well, so we’ll be taking our leave. we humbly thank you for the invitation.”

“b-but you just got here!” anaïs fretted.

her first mistake was revealing the wine glass she was desperately trying to hide earlier. in wriothesley’s realm, we call this a foul.

“reader was just a little tipsy and spilled a drink on themselves!” she crooned, tilting her head up at the duke and innocently batting her eyelashes. “why don’t you stay and become acquainted with your partner’s coworkers?”

her second foul: coveting a man in a relationship.

“i mean, they can’t be unwell to the point of needing to go home!”

her third: messing with reader. and three fouls meant a disqualification.

“heavens, no,” wriothesley insisted. “my partner’s health is my main priority, and time is of the essence. besides, the longer i remain, the less time i have to file a detailed report on an assault and battery that took place here.”

it became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“a…assault…?” even through the makeup caked on anaïs’s face, you could see the color drain from it entirely. “what… what assault…!? no assault happened here, your grace!” when his frown spoke volumes, she cried out, “y-you don’t have any proof!”

“oh, i would suggest otherwise. and i believe there are many eyewitnesses to testify.”

you peered around at the guests who had gathered to view the spectacle, and they were nodding in support of wriothesley’s claim, including pauline. even anaïs’s goons were vehemently bobbing their heads up and down, still in disbelief that the man, the myth, the legend himself had graced them with his presence.

“now if you’ll excuse me…” with you firmly in his grasp, wriothesley approached the woman still clinging to your footwear, who immediately began to quiver. “i would like for you to return my partner’s shoes,” he ordered with a look as cold as ice.

“o-of course!” she stammered, extending the shoes toward him. “it was all in good fun, your grace!”

“oh, those aren’t mine,” he said with a cock of his head at your bare toes. “like i said, those belong to my partner.”

finally picking up what was he putting down, the lady shakily slipped your shoes back on your feet for which you glanced up at wriothesley with furrowed eyebrows. he only reacted with a smile that thawed the rigid expression on his face.

“i-i can’t possibly rot in jail!” anaïs was still making a fuss nearby. “i’m so young and beautiful! can’t you look past this, monsieur wriothesley…!? i’ll do anything!”

“well, it’s not something you’ll go to prison for, ma’am,” he said, not even sparing anaïs a glance as he headed for the front door, “but this misdemeanor will forever stain your official records and reputation… just as you stained my partner’s clothes.” (mic drop.)

and that was that. with a quick kiss on both cheeks from pauline, you exited the dead-quiet house in your boyfriend’s arms.

“wrio…” you murmured as he started walking in the direction of your home. “i’m really sorry for inconveniencing you.”

wriothesley momentarily stopped in his tracks to gaze down at you, his lips pursed before sighing. “no… don’t apologize, my love. i’m sorry for not arriving sooner.”

“but that isn’t your fault,” you pointed out.

a chuckle resonated from deep within his chest. “touché.”

however, his lightheartedness faded out with that chuckle when his hands gripped onto you tighter, as if you were about to dissolve into water at any moment.

“what happened, reader?” he croaked, displaying a side of him reserved for your eyes alone. “how long have they been treating you like this? and for you to not even give them a taste of the boxing skills i taught you for these kinds of situations…”

you clutched his jacket tighter to your body. “you already have so much on your plate. i could not dare to tell you something that may weigh on your conscience.”

“please,” he whispered. “i want you to weigh on my conscience.”

after a moment’s worth of hesitation, you finally gave in, explaining that the fresh bouquet of rainbow roses he sent to your office one morning sent your colleagues into a frenzy that turned your life into a nightmare. as you spoke, wriothesley’s expression became grimmer and grimmer. he couldn’t even fathom how much of a shitshow your company was for permitting the kind of behavior he merely glimpsed this evening.

and he couldn't bear the thought that you had been suffering alone for months.

“they didn’t believe me for a second, even when i had pictures of you and me framed on my desk. ‘oh, those must have been edited’.”

realizing wriothesley's muscles were so taut, you attempted to alleviate the atmosphere. “i guess no one can accept an ordinary office worker dating the administrator of the fortress of meropide. like, picture the tianquan of the liyue qixing with an npc.”

in any other situation, your boyfriend would be laughing, but certainly not this one. “no one can determine our relationship,” wriothesley stated with a clear veracity. “you are the light in my bleak world, reader, and nothing is allowed to take you away from me. if so, i will travel to the ends of teyvat to bring you back.”

he then grinned, showing off his cute canines. “and you bet i'll put my handcuffs to use.”

you slapped a hand to your forehead. “way to ruin the mood. i was just about to kiss you.”

in response, he grinded his knuckles into the top of your head, which made you yodel out in pain. “what was that for!?” you exclaimed.

“for not kissing me, but more importantly: for keeping a secret from me,” he clarified, his pale gray eyes twinkling under the moonlight. “no more of that, okay?”

you warmly smiled up at him and rested your head against his broad shoulder, completely wiped out from the party-turned-fiasco. “okay.”

as the two of you reached your abode, a question popped up in your mind. “were you serious about the handcuff thing?”

he smirked. “yes, and you’ll find out just how serious i am after we take a shower together. you reek of wine.”

a pink blush dusted your cheeks. “what? together!?”

“together. you and me.”

“ahhh! put me down!”

“nope. not a chance.”

© xinxiaogato. please do not translate my work without permission or attempt to plagiarize it.

[theficpusher]

If This Is To End In Fire by Jiksa | E | 4306 Apocalypse makes it sound a lot more glamorous than it actually is.

It's Been a Minute Since I Called You by winterschild | nr | 5336 “Hi, mum. It’s been a minute since I called ya. I know you won’t get this, but I’m going to leave a message anyway.” He didn’t want to feel alone. In order to cope with grief, Louis has been paying for his mum's phone so he can leave her voicemails to calm him down. One day, when he forgets to pay her bill, the number disconnects and is later given to Harry Styles, a baker with a kind heart. On a drunken night, Louis leaves another voicemail, but how will Harry respond to this man, who sounds so broken? OR This is a self-indulgent, Louis centric fic about grief and a very kind person who takes concern for the small Doncaster boy with a somewhat broken heart.

Always Keep You Next To Me by lululawrence | nr | 8325 Louis jumped when the passenger side door opened and Greg somehow folded his entire lanky frame into the car. “Hey, thanks for waiting for me,” Greg said with a small smile before buckling up. “Do I get the honor?” Right. Louis couldn’t drive safely with Will’s remains in his arms. It was just ever since his mom had handed the urn over to him last night, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to let it go. He’d even curled up around it on Will’s childhood bed as he called his cell over and over again, just to hear his voice once more. Fuck. When Louis' twin dies, Louis decides to take the birthday road trip they were meant to take together with Will's best friend Greg instead. As they both mourn Will's death and celebrate his life, Louis and Greg become closer and maybe start to heal a little bit too.

Keep Driving by dead_tobeginwith | M | 11726 The first time Louis picks him up, it’s raining. He slides into the backseat smelling like hospital, like plasters and cleaning products and burnt coffee. He shuts the door and leans against the window, folding his arms protectively across his chest. He sighs heavily and closes his eyes. There’s a crease between his brows. It must have been a long day. Louis feels it when one of his knobby knees starts bobbing an uneasy rhythm. Bad news, then. Or waiting for bad news. Sometimes purgatory is the worst kind of hell. Either way, he says nothing. Louis watches his breath fog the window in the rearview mirror. When he drops him at the station, there’s a little frowny face fading in the misted glass. _________ OR Louis works as a driver contracted through the local cancer institute. All of his clients are associated with the hospital—mostly patients and their families heading home. One rainy afternoon, he picks up Harry.

You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer | nr | 24528 When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint | M | 31734 Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

we should open up (before it's all too much) by disgruntledkittenface | M | 43129 “I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–” “Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?” Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears. “But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?” Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people. Then he meets Louis.

Plant New Seeds in the Melody by 28sunflowers | E | 58700 After losing his husband in a tragic car accident, the last thing Louis needs is to keep running into popstar Harry Styles, who David was quite fond of. Obviously, that’s exactly what keeps happening. But as their unlikely friendship blossoms, Louis realizes that, maybe, having Harry in his life was the only good thing that came out of his adverse circumstances. Harry could be just the right person to help Louis find trust and intimacy in someone new.

shelter as we go by fondleeds | nr | 75094 Louis looks at him like his words might break him, glass about to splinter, one wrong footfall away from shattering into a million tiny pieces. “Hey,” Harry breathes, and he knows, meeting Louis’ eyes, that his words could break him easy as anything. He almost wants Louis to bring his boot down. - AU. Nova Scotia, 1968.

[itzmnne-3-111]

Tears & Kisses♡

(daddy’s home 😋)

You and your husbands first ‘real’ fight!

“No what I don’t understand is why you came home smelling like some other bitch!” You yelled as your husband came back from the store.

You and Simon rarely fought, yeah there’s tiny arguments about where this goes and why some girl was looking at him or you funny but it never truly got heated but when he came back from the store and he smelt like perfume and roses you knew something was up…..Or did you?

“Love js’ listen It’s not what you think-“ Simon tried to explain as he put the bags down on the floor and took a step closer to you. All he saw was your hand in his face as you put a hand on your hip and started to speak “I ask you to go out and get me somethin’ while I make you dinner. And you come back smelling like some bitch from the suburbs. What she look like?” You said as you pushed past him and went to grab your car keys but you were blocked by his arm. “Just lemme talk love, please” he said and gently put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him one eyebrow cocked as you crossed your arms “hurry up cause I don’t got all day” you said your voice annoyed and cold. You heard your husband sigh then he slowly put his hands down. “Alright.. was just walkn’ through the mall jus like ya told me. Then went into that store ya fond’ over, Poolta? Bulta?..”

“Ulta” you interrupted “yeh’ tha.” He said then took another breath “went to get you some make up the..shit you put on your lips yeah? Then some broad walk n’ fronta me n started sprayin her body with some shit shot all over me” he said as he looked at you softly, hoping you’d listen to him he was about to speak again before you sucked your teeth and slammed your keys on the table “you lucky cause I woulda whooped yours and her ass” you said then sighed as you put one hand on your hip and the other on your head as you shook it slowly “thank you lovie” he said softly as he came a bit closer. You looked up at him “you wanna..go get somethin to eat? We can go to that English place you like?” You stammered as you tried to figure out a way to apologize without physically saying sorry. You felt a pair of chapped lips kiss your cheek then forehead as he pulled you into him slowly “Nah jus wanna cuddle t’nite” he said as he lifted you up and took you upstairs to your shared bedroom “You better wash that damn shirt though” he chuckled as he kissed your neck and cheek as he held onto your in the bed “corse I will, n’ you can cover me in your perfume” he said as you two fell asleep together ♡

-Bonus!-

Simon groaned as he smelt a sweetish sent coming from downstairs. He slowly walked to see you in his shirt and some shorts as you made another piece of beans on toast “love? What you doin?” He said as he walked up behind you to give ya a little hug “It goes against everything my mama done taught me but..I wanna make you happy cause..I might have did you wrong last night..” you said and handed him the plate. “You’re so sweet love, makin yer’ husban’ happy yeah?” He said then took a bite “even burnt the toast a little cause I know how you like your food n shit..” you said and patted your bonnet before you felt saucy lips press against your cheek “Aww Simon you got bean juice on my face!” You said and wiped your cheek as he laughed “Love you too hun”

(If you didn’t notice I dunno how to like write his accent the way I want but imma learn 😭🙏🏾)

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Lots of mentions of Renegade and how it fits into jover but I'm actually interested if/and how you think Carolina comments on it. I think the murder mashup with NBNC was also not just fitting but interesting.

Oh anon you've come to the right place because I am a certified Carolina stan and I have Thoughts about it.

She rather famously played it the day after I got home from Europe from my own Eras trip and I may not have recovered lmao. And I was sure I had never seen it but now I'm looking through my blog and apparently I did watch it and lost my shit over it so now I'm watching it all over again.

"Things only Carolina will ever know... He did it." is SOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! The way Carolina goes from the subject to the narrator??? ELITE!!!!!!!

I think Carolina absolutely fits into the headspace she was in at the time. This is what she said when it was released in June 2022:

“About a year & half ago I wrote a song about the story of a girl who always lived on the outside, looking in. Figuratively & literally. The juxtaposition of her loneliness & independence. Her curiosity & fear all tangled up. Her persisting gentleness & the world’s betrayal of it”

Given the timing of it, it would have been written right in the thick of evermore/early 2021/2021 Grammys/what would become Midnights 3am writing sessions, and those themes she mentions are very persistent throughout all her music at the time. And those are also all themes that come back with a vengeance on TTPD.

The part that really stuck out to me was "the juxtaposition of her loneliness and independence" because... That's really central to so much of what she was writing about. Wanting to shine but that very thing being the thing that was cause great turmoil within her and in her home. "Her gentleness and the world's betrayal of it" is also what shows up on SO many tracks on TTPD: Who's Afraid, Clara Bow, Robin, and even arguably some of the "love" tracks like loml, Smallest Man, How Did It End, etc. ETA: and I HATE IT HERE!!! Absolutely the quintessential song on this list!!! thanks @soberqueerinthewild

It's soooo curious to me that she wrote the song of her own volition and that she was the one who approached the producers (iirc) with the song instead of the other way around, which is an unusual course of events. Say what you will about the source material (ahem) but I do think it's rather telling that Taylor identified so strongly with the themes of loneliness and being cast out, being on the outside looking in and misunderstood and vilified, that she was inspired to write about it and see herself in the character.

So while I don't know if Carolina comments necessarily directly on Renegade and the events it portrays, I think it definitely comments on how she was feeling in general. Lonely, isolated, misunderstood, unheard. Wanting freedom but being scared of it at the same time.

Also, this is my regular reminder that the TTPD pre-release playlists on Apple Music are a gift of storytelling very much in the same wheelhouse as the mashups, and the fact that Carolina ended up on the Depression playlist is imo also very telling. The introduction she gives to the playlist I think might be one of the most concisely insightful glimpses she's given us about her songwriting process. She says (paraphrased) that she'll write when she feels lonely or hopeless because writing is the only way she can process the intensity of those feelings, and you can see why in the songs she put on it. So I absolutely think Carolina is part of the equation in that it was written alongside so much of the songs we know were part of this journey, and is very much part of the same emotional landscape we'd see in Midnights (e.g. Dear Reader comes to mind).

I'm not going to read too much into the murder mashup because I do think it was largely just a grand old time for her and she got to pull out the country cuntiness on the B stage. It was an inspired storytelling choice! But that being said: you cheating husband disappeared, well nobody asks any questions here. Carolina witnessed from the shadows but emerged ready to avenge. 👀 Again I think it was mostly fun, but I do think there were perhaps some shades of what she's felt in there too (something something it smells like infidelity lol).

Ah thanks for the trip down memory lane anon!

[aggressivedaikons]

tbh I think the main reason I really dislike (specifically TFP) MegOp is the fact that people seem to REALLY infantilize optimus in those dynamics, and it’s worse with Orion x Megatronus. Like. He’s a full grown man. OP is depressed and has a lot to deal with. Orion is a a lot snarkier and confident character, just pretty introverted. You see how he behaves in Transformers: Exodus and Orion is just a massive book nerd who has a small group of close friends he hangs out with and goes to the bar with.

All the shipart I see for Optimus is primarily MegOp, and not all, but a lot of it makes optimus all 🥺🥺😳😳🫢🫢 uwu deredere sub ahh (ESPECIALLY ORION PAX). And like. I’m okay with that, it just is a little annoying when that’s half the content the TFP fan base seems to put out and that’s not what I want. (You go like that, just let me complain chill if you don’t like this opinion block me?? Duh) . That’s why I really prefer OptiRatch for my m/m tfp ships. They are both treated like grown men, and optimus (usually) is just a little softer than he is around others with Ratchet and I think that’s honestly PERFECT. Especially from an aro/ace perspective where I headcanon everyone as such why can’t they just be platonically in love and go to eachother for affection??? Aligned cybertronians are canonically asexual to begin with.

Anyways what I’m getting at is the reason I like OpLita and JuneOp is because:

OpLita - Let’s optimus be the one lesser in charge because he has someone who is fiercely protective of him in the form of his wife. Bonus points for being mostly canon and like bro I love them together they compliment each other’s personalities perfectly.

JuneOp - Ok one of my two tf rare pairs I have feel so dissapointed that there isn’t enough content for. Hear me out, they’re platonic partners in more of a QPR than anything else in an alterous relationship because they are both overworked and stressed parents who end up coparenting team prime. Optimus just needs someone who can relate to the struggle of other’s life being in the his hands and someone he can basically complain to. June’s husban left and she just needs someone to at least fill the emotional void it left, and it’s already confirmed that she had a bit of a thing for him lmao.

anywyas thanks for coming to my Ted talk about optimus getting bitches tyvm

[jegskalfiksedet]

reposting my old VegasPete murder husbands musings here because I miss them:

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so imagine:

Vegas being kidnapped by the italians in retribution for their leader being offed by our favorite red flag. Being beaten to a pulp and a message sent to Kinn - ‘we have him’.

About 9 hours later all lights go off in a warehouse. Sound of shots and men yelling bloody murder ring through the doors of the makeshift cell their keeping our devil incarnate at, tied to a flimsy metal chair. With a bang doors burst open. A single silhouette emerges. Two practiced shots - one straight in a forehead, second to the gut (some well deserved pain for a good measure). A squelching stab of an eye and a grotesque yell followed by a menacing whisper ‘take a good look with the one you have left, this is what happens when you try to take what’s mine’.

Pete comes into the square of moonlight casting through the lone window of the dingy room. Face splattered with fresh crimson, eyes darting from tips of raven hair to toes clad in (ironically) italian leather. Landing at last a little sideways, at hands that hold ropes long untied.

Seriously? you know i had the training to take care of today. And with Venice teething..” an eyebrow arched in slight annoyance.

Vegas has to cough a couple of times to get his voice working, scratchy after hours of disuse: “well I figured I deserved a bit of saving. I can barely get a whiff of you before you leave the bed at fuck all hours in the morning these days”

“Vegas, we agreed…”

“I know, I know” the rope that’s been undone hours ago falling from his wrists, hands coming up in a surrendering acknowledgment, in a placating call for ‘bare with me here, love’: “I’ll stay at home with Ven for the next couple of days, take him to the pediatrician’s appointment”

Vegas rises from the chair, albeit a bit wobbly, so Pete has to reach out to worm his hands around his husband’s waist, keeping him upright.

“I know, baby. But I couldn’t give up the chance to see you all bloodied and vengeful for me now could I?” A featherlight brush of lips against the shell of Pete’s ear: “I’ll make it up to you”

“Oh, you will” solid, a promise. But Pete can’t quite hide the smirk that starts blooming at the corners of his lips.

“Where did you leave Ven?“

“At Khuns” Pete answers with an air of nonchalance that definitely doesn’t resonate with his husban’s petty resentment towards his son being babysat once again by his eldest cousin. Seriously, it has become too frequent to Vegas’ liking, how often his child has been subjected to the torture that is the presence of Thankun Theerapanyakul.

“Pete..” Vegas half whines in annoyance and half vinces from the throbbing pain at the right side of his ribs as Pete twists one of the arms around his middle to steer them towards the exit.

‘That’s what you get, you dumb oaf, for making me come all the way out here while you could’ve easily freed yourself’ Pete thinks. But instead of voicing his thoughts he stops, turns Vegas to face him, and brings a trembling palm to his husbands cheek. Eyes lock for a second that feels more like an hour. One pair breaking its facade and misting over. A kiss lands onto parched, awaiting lips.

“Fuck, Vegas…” a shakey breath between two lungs: “if anything happe-“

“I’m okay, baby. we’re okay. You got me”

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

You know what else pisses me off? People who think a 15-year-old can make decisions like an adult…

I just can't believe that people with this line of thinking are fucking adults

Now that I have your attention:

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Don't skip collections, I'm combining several posts into one so they have a better chance of reaching you :/

[lightlycareless]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLu3Bq6F/

I saw this and it made me think of Naoya trying to record something cute for Y/N while she’s out but this happens instead. I wonder which kid this would be since I don’t see Naomi doing this (It feels Naohime coded lol)

Hello!!!

What is up with these videos; seriously, is it just me or are they not appearing anymore? ANYWAYS the tiktok went on something like this: a dad lays down next to their child, trying to record them playing or so, the kid is not having it and smacks them on the face with their toy. hahahaha Poor guy.

But definitely Naohime coded. Naomi is such a sweetheart (when she doesn’t require attention, of course. Because if not… well, we all know what happens.) if anything she loves video calls with her parents, recording videos and such ☺️

warnings: none. just fluff. your youngest daughter is kind of a brat tho hahaha. also idk if it's necessary but naoya is like a happy and loving man/husband/father so YEAH I've redeemed him in my blog :)) just in case there's new readers around.

Happy reading!

But Naohime… oof, Naohime doesn’t like it when she’s interrupted, or doing anything that she doesn’t feel like. If she’s playing that’s the only thing she wants to do; if she’s watching cartoons, don’t even look at her, she doesn’t exist until the episode is over!

This was a well-known fact by everyone around, and yet… Naoya hoped that maybe this one time she wouldn’t react that way. Maybe she’ll go along with recording a small video for you when away, or even join a video call, just like his other children happily did so.

And yet… he’d be proved wrong the moment Naoya decides to lay down next to his youngest who was diligently playing with one of her newest toys, discreetly adding her into frame when video calling you. It was simply a matter of asking when she’d become aware of this happening, and how she’d react.

“—how is everything over there? Are my adorable babies and my handsome husband behaving well?”

“Were you expecting differently?” He teases with a smirk.

“No, of course not.” You giggle. “Mmm, well, maybe a bit from you.”

“Really? What for?” Naoya asks back, and when you give him silence, he just laughs. Oh, why must you tease him when he can’t do anything about it? If you weren’t so far away, that’d be another story. But until then… “My love, can you see who I’m with right now?”

“Oh, who is it—” you excitedly breathe, eager to see one of your kids after… well, 24 hours. You and Naoya call each other every single day, some of your children find it reasonably annoying.

Either way, it makes you grin as if it had been weeks since you last saw her—your cute Naohime nonchalantly playing, dressed up in that adorable light blue onesie one of your staff members got her a few days ago, which you’ve wanted to see on her for the longest! “Oh, Naohime! My sweet adorable little muffin, what are you doing cutie? Are you having fun with papa?”

She doesn’t respond nor look up to the phone, simply focused on the task at hand. She’s determined, all right... kind of reminds you of Naomi when she was younger.

Though slightly different in certain aspects as you soon remembered upon seeing Naoya beginning to “disturb” her.

“Wait, Naoya—”

“Come on, angel, say hi to mama.” Naoya lightly nudges her. “Don’t you miss her? She certainly misses you!”

“Naoya… she’s going to get angry…” you caution at the frown in her face already forming.

“It’s just a small hi, my love, it won’t be that bad—”

But to Naohime, it was; the gravest transgression yet! For the moment she catches wind of his intentions, she does not waste time to let him know of her disapproval, raising her hand, alongside her toy, to strike a loud smack! On his face, one that has him recoiling, hissing and whining at the burning, pulsating pain he didn’t think his daughter was capable of!

Well, at least she has a strong grip! He just hoped he hadn’t found out this way.

“Oh my god, Naoya, are you ok?!” You gasp, naturally concerned by your husband… as well as slightly amused by your daughter’s antics! You were out there dying trying your best to not laugh in front of him, but it was just so funny how quick she was to put him in his place! Thankfully, he didn’t seem too upset about the matter.

“Ye—yeah; I just—I was just caught off guard, that’s all.” Naoya says, rubbing his face just where he was hit. “I didn’t think our baby had that in her.”

“All of them have been like that, haven’t they? Strong I mean.”

“Yes, they have. Though Naohime has quite the punch…”

“Well, it’s not like our other babies went on smacking people when they weren’t happy.” You chuckled, Naoya joining you soon after. “We gotta do something about that though, can’t have her hitting her papa all the time… she’s going to ruin his handsome face!”

“Oh, and you would hate that, wouldn’t you?”

“Obviously, nothing but a nightmare!” You jest.

“I can’t wait to have you back.” Naoya murmurs. “When are you returning? I greatly miss you.”

“In a week or so.” You respond. “Will you still be able to pick me up from the airport?”

“I’ll go for you if you need me to.” At the thought of your husband and your babies flying over to Tokyo just to see you, like straight out of a movie, makes your heart swoon!

But as tempting as it was, it was better for them to wait for you at home. You have a small surprise for them, after all!

“It won’t be necessary—just you being there with our kids is enough for me.”

“You have something planned for us, don’t you?” you blush, startled by his quick wits.

“Don’t say anything! I want it to be a complete surprise!!”

“Alright, alright—I won’t check the bank statements either.”

“Haha… how funny…” you frown—it was only one time! “Well, I gotta go now, I just wanted to check in on you guys before it got too late.”

“Wait, do you want to see the rest before leaving?”

“Oh, yes please! If it’s possible!”

But the moment Naoya was to stand up from the bed, Naohime quickly grabs onto his sleeve, as if demanding he stay, or at least take her—a reaction that makes the two laugh at its irony: she might not like the attention, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be left alone!

“What is it, muffin? You want to go with me?” Naoya asked, and Naohime nodded. Ah, so she was ignoring the two… well, nothing they didn’t know already. “Alright, off we go to see your siblings.”

Naoya then swiftly picks her up, carefully holding her head against his chest as he made way towards the area he believed the rest of his kids to be—a loving sight that made you smile (would’ve thought that just moments ago Naohime had smacked him across the face?) as well as far more eager to return home, wanting to hug them tightly, never letting go, as you pepper their face with kisses, kisses, and more kisses!

Though cautiously with Naohime, for you wouldn’t want to meet a similar fate as Naoya—

But would you be able to control yourself? Probably not, there is no way you could with your adorable daughter. And that is a sacrifice you were willing to make.

The surprise is either you're pregnant again (unlikely, you got too many goddamn kids!!! Naoya needs to pull out) or you've got tickets to disneyland (courtesy of your dad) also, the bank statement thing is something I plan to write on about later on hahaha It's just something silly I think would happen between you and Naoya.

I hope you liked this little thing I wrote uwu I love the attention Naohime has been getting as of lately, we love our little gremlin 💖 jakhgjakshgjkashgjka I still can't believe she came from a dream haha.

Anyways, once again, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Now, take care, and hope to see you soon 💖

[bardic-tales]

Good morning, everyone. Yesterday, my AVPD flared up. As I am learning to live with it and trying to be more social, it gets frustrating when I take one step forward and three steps back.

The reason I've been avoidant lately has to do with I'm irritated as I have had a migraine for the last 3 days and just don't want to be a bother. My husban and I are / were trying to figure out the cause of it. It was cause by the scented litter we moved to. Now, we are trying another litter. And to my cousin who said it's just a headache and to take over the counter pain killers. No, it's not 'just a headache' and Advil, Motrin, and the likes do NOT work for me. My prescription meds only 'sometimes' work to make it manageable. I was diagnosis with chronic migraines when i was around 18. I can have anywhere from 13 to 16 migraines a month. That's 156 to 180 a year. It's not about 'relieving the headache'. For me, there is no relief. It's about pain management and working with them.

But that's me over the last few days. Hope everyone has a wonderful day. I hope the writing and art muses visit you all today.

[louisbutalsolestat]

Okay first Jacob Anderson with my favorite parts of the whole season and episode. JAM said episode 5/8 are there favorite and late episode 6. But I agree 100% about episode 5 and 8 being my favorites.

My sister said she wanted the theater coven being burnt down and all Louis rage. All that should have been longer at least 30 minutes. And that wasn't enough. I agree that was great but it felt very rushed. 

So we're going to go by I guess least favorite characters from the book series. In their part in this episode.

Sam i'm glad that they added in the scene that everybody has been talking about where he is into places at once. Meaning that is a memory that Armand added into Louis subconscious later.

He's a member of the Talamasca 

I feel like I was so close when I said that he could be the new David. He was a former member of the Talamasca. Does that mean that he's going to be a part of the new series? Louis also mentioned that he owns a bar. Sebastian Melmoth was the name mentioned in one of the last scenes of the episode. The guy giving the tour mentioned this guy being in the place of Lestat. 

But is this guy really Sam the vampire?

He's only my least favorite because he doesn't exist in the books. Really

Therefore, I don't know anything about him.

Daniel Malloy

In the books, he's not one of my favorite characters because ... just because I don't know anything about him. Or care to know 😿 but Eric has changed that for me. I love his sarcasm and wit. He really has brought a new life to this character who in the beginning was only known as the boy. That's right for the first book. He doesn't even have a name.

Daniel Malloy is my second favorite part of the episode Eric's long awaited chance to become a vampire has finally been achieved. And with great accolades, we should award him. Great performance he really deserves this. This whole season deserves an award season of its own. I am looking forward to seeing how Daniel and Louis friendship grows. He really is the second coming of Paul. As in at the dinner table, he sits on a pulpit that nobody acknowledges.

Armand

Assad Zaman, before he dawned our screens with his amazing performance. This last two seasons, I hated this character. While the character is in large parts, the same as he is in the books it is a joy to see him acted out on screen. and I thoroughly enjoyed Armand getting the dinner that he deserved in his just desserts. I don't care how much you love somebody. You don't torture them for days and then erase their memories. kill their family members and keep them away from love ones.

I cannot wait for the "vampire Armand season" it actually is one of my favorite books out of the series. And I hope that Assad is still here and playing the part when that time comes. That's if they don't cancel us first. Lol

RJ man, he types slow. We'll see what happens with this character

Real Rashid is he a vampire? Member of the Talamasca? Does he still work for Louis? Or Armand? I really like this character so I hope we get to see more.

Lestat My friend out for the first time. We finally get a good glimpse at what Sam plans to do with this character. And how he's going to betray the character. 

Lestat is the Bella Swan of this series. Truth is by the ninth book of having him as the lead, I have grown very tired of this character. Mostly because I am not as outgoing, have lack of common sense, ready to jump off a cliff as he is. He is going to take us through some very interesting and exciting adventures that we do not wish to go on. but he's going to do it anyway because he's Lestat de Lioncourt and addition to that the production and writers want more of Louis so that he can join in on all the fun. Or at least do all the yelling at him that I wanted to do while reading the books. Because let's be honest, you read the books and you wanted to yell at him. Louis is that wife that gets left at home in the books. But they have changed this character to being the husband/wife truly needs to keep him in check. With the powers to do it to boot

Louis de Pionte du Lac well he is my favorite character in both the series and in the books. There is nothing you can say or do that will change my mind. He is a perfect angel, perfectly insane, perfectly imperfect. And I love him just that way. There is nothing I want to be changed about this character. I just want to see more insanity, more craziness, Jacob please keep playing the role that you were born to do.

[zundely]

I just noticed I almost never post about Lavellan x Dorian compared to all my other canon romances and that is because, if I have to be totally brutally honest with myself, I am not entirely sure what their relationship would be like post Inquistion.

Like I am in a LDR myself- and part of me wants a sappy, sweet romance and them just finding small ways to be happy amidst all the chaos.

But another part of me thinks that Dorian wouldn't be entierly ready for all the controversy him having an Dalish elven husband would bring in the Imperium. And I don't mean it in the he would be ashamed of him etc. way because obviously not, that man loves to stir up drama and controversy. I mean that back in Ferelden/Orlais Dorian felt as if he was the one to be ashamed of and he seemed kind of unaware that to an elven Inquistior there is a lot more things at play that is going to make this relationship hard then Dorian being a Tevinter magister. And I think this obliviousness to how social pressures will affect diffrent races in diffrent ways makes sense for him, he doesn't notice that just how he never noticed how having slaves is weird till he left Tevinter. It's a very realistic trait for a character who grew up with considerable amount of privilage. Which leads me to belive that, as much as I think Dorian wouldn't be ashamed of his elven boyfriend, he would also probably not know or be prepared to help him with all the backlash that is inevetably coming their way. As much as I love Dorian he has this horrible habit of putting foot in his mouth and just saying the worst thing at the worst possible time, especially when it comes to elves and I think, in environment that is as hostile to elves as Tevinter, this would become a source of some tension in the relationship, maybe even potentially be a reason for it to fracture.

What I am saying is I have two wolves inside me, one wants to make happy nerdy husbands Pavellan content, second wants to make bitter, still not over each other and love each other dearly but it's complicated ex-husbans Pavellan content and they are at each others throats every time I think about them.

[musicandteddybears]

WELP. HERE WE ARE. THE FINALE OF EPIC THE MUSICAL. i was not ready. i thought i could handle it. my heart is in pieces and i need duct tape to fix it so imma have to go watch funny stuff. ow.

song 36 Penelope, you a smart and classy lady. "i said i'd pick someone when i finished the shroud, but at night i pick it apart." nice. and then she sees the storm, and is like "WELP. TIME TO START PUTTING THINGS IN PLACE, THAT'S CLEARLY A SIGN." the trick with the bow is good. "yo, if you can string the bow and shoot all these axes, then you get the throne and me." song 37 oooh, i knew this was gonna be creepy and i was right. "hold them down while we grow older, while the prince grows bolder" and then just basically saying "okay so we kill the prince, then assault the wife and if anyone asks what happens, well that's between us and the ocean." and then that 'shk' sound at the end. nice touch. you can feel the sleaze and entitlement coming off that song. well done. song 38 GUESS WHO'S BACK BITCHES! DADDY'S HOME AND READY TO KICK SOME ASS! AND BOY DOES HE GO TOWN ON THEM. HE'S HAD ENOUGH. the suitors freaking out is great. "We know these halls, the odds can be tilted." "You don't think I know my own palace? I built it."

bro. you really think that because you've squatted there for 20 years, you know everything? HOMEBOY BUILT THAT PLACE, HE KNOWS MORE THAN YOU EVER WILL. "heeeeey you killed our leader, we're totes not a threat anymore, maybe we can have peace?" "No." Telemachus coming in with a sword strike! Go boy go! unfortunately he's outnumbered, but that's alright, Daddy's got your back. And then the suitor calling for mercy? HA. fuck that shit. "My mercy has long since drowned, it died to bring me home." ooogh. you can feel the threat. especially when he points out that they planned to rape his wife and kill his son, well, now they gotta die. a fitting end to those assholes. song 39 father and son reunion! oh my heart.

All my life, I'd have died to meet you Thought about your name so much, it hurts For twenty years, I've dreamt of how I'd greet you Oh, and now you're here, I can't find the words

aaaaaaaaaah

Oh, my son, look how much you've grown Oh, my boy, sweetest joy I've known Twenty years ago I held you in my arms How time has flown, oh

AAAAAAAAAAH I'M FINE I SWEAR AAAAAAAAAAA "go tell your mom i'm home, i'll be there in a moment." "sure thing dad!" that was very touching and sweet. and then. "Show yourself I know you're watching me, show yourself" I JUST caught that callback to when they first met. I can't help but feel like I led you astray What if there's a world where we don't have to live this way? oh athena. If that world exists, it's far away from here It's one I'll have to miss, for it's far beyond my years

oh odyseuss. god, the parallels, and then the reverse of it, from when odyseuss first was "okay but what if mercy and kindness were an option" and athena saying "uh no. be ruthless." to "well what about empathy after all?" "that's beyond me now." and then. Father? She's waiting for you song 40 okay, i'd seen people flipping over this on my dashboard, and didn't quite get it, but knew it was romantic at least. now? OHOHOHOHO. NOW I GET IT. BOY DO I GET NOW. Odyseuss just laying out all his faults, all the stuff he's done, and basically saying "i'm not who i used to be, i'm not the one you loved." and Penelope going "well what'd you do?" "so much murder, you don't even know, but it was to get back to you." I am not the man you knew I know that you've been waiting, waiting Our girl is having NONE OF THAT BULLSHIT.

"DO ME A FAVOR THEN, GET RID OF THE WEDDING BED"

"I BUILT THAT FROM THE TREE WHERE WE MET"

"ONLY MY HUSBAND KNEW THAT SO THAT MAKES HIM YOU!"

it's fine. it's fine. really. just proof of love and devotion.

I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting

THAT IS DEVOTION, PEOPLE. THAT IS LOVE. HE DIDN'T CHEAT, HE DIDN'T GIVE UP. SHE WAITED, AND DIDN'T GIVE UP EITHER. MAD RESPECT. 20 FUCKING YEARS. THAT'S LIFE GOALS. "How long has it been?" "20 years." "I love you." EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO CRY NOW. ;O;

that was a hell of a ride. worth it. but ohhhh. thanks for following along with me on this journey.