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btw the only way i have realised to be strong ever was by facing everything i feel. by looking at myself in the eyes and telling myself that i accept what i feel. i have tried the avoidant persona. it fades and washes away because i am meant to feel and i am meant to express it through my words, weaving poetry through my pain.
#i love you but you don't understand me#i'm a real poet#my life is my poetry#my lovemaking is my legacy#!!!!!!!!
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We never kissed but I’m him and he’s me
#love#i love him#poetry is my therapy#my lovemaking is my legacy#cult#i miss him#i miss 2016#can i get an amen#kisses#xoxo gossip girl
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BG3 Drow Lore 🕷️ Minthara's alurlssrin
Alurlssrin is a drow term Minthara uses to describe the bond she shares with Tav - but what does it precisely mean?
🕷️ Alurlssrin In BG3 - alurlssrin appears in some specific Minthara’s lines, when the player character romances her. According to Narrator, it is …a word used rarely, describing the deepest bonds of trust and love.
When asked about it, Minthara says simply that alurlssrin means “love” and confesses that she never really expected to use it. In another line, she seems to be convinced that alurlssrin is the kind of bond that can be life-lasting.
When Tav tries to reciprocate, saying: I alurlssrin you too, Minthara – with a hint of amusement – explains that alurlssrin is a noun.
The alurl- part may suggest that this word means “the best” kind of an emotional bond, or something close to it (alurl – “best, foremost” in Drowic).
🕷️ Alurlssrin And Ssinssrigg - in R. A. Salvatore’s The Legacy, it is stated that …there is no word in the drow language for love. The closest word (...) is ssinssrigg, but that is a term better equated with physical lust or selfish greed.
Ssinssrigg is another term that appears in one of Minthara’s lines, when the player character romances her, but does not have her high approval. She says then: What we share is no more than ssinssrigg, a passion that burns fierce, but has no foundation.
But... since according to drow lore, there is no word for “true” love in Drowic – and the closest term is ssinssrigg - where did alurlssrin come from?
🕷️ Drow Words For Love - alurlssrin was first mentioned by Ed Greenwood in his post (TheEdVerse, Twitter, Jan. 2023) about Eilistraee and drow words for love:
Eilistraee knows all the drow words for love, and the elvish ones, too. The Drow words are: alurlssrin = unselfish, deep love, raggath = act of love (lovemaking), lurraggath = act of love (sacrificial or noble deed), ssinssrigg = passion, lust, greed, longing, love.
(Among elvish words for love, apparently also known to Eilistraee, there is nor = love, essence of passion. It also appears in one of Minthara's lines, when she calls her lover ust-nor - thank you to @vspin for messaging me about this!)
It seems, then, that alurlssrin is a drow word that is known to Eilistraee and most likely to her followers...
...but Lolth-sworn drow – or at least Menzoberranyr drow – do not know / use it. 🤔 So how is it possible that Minthara, a (former) paladin of Lolth from Menzoberranzan, is familiar with it?
🕷️ Alurlssrin In Minthara's Vocabulary
I have a feeling that alurlssrin appears in Minthara’s lines simply because a drow word for deep, true love was needed for the dialogue. Still, I tried to come up with some more lore-adequate explanations:
���️ Some Very Old Word – perhaps in Menzoberranzan, alurlssrin is a half-forgotten archaism that is no longer regularly used, but an educated (or bookwormish) drow can still stumble across it in centuries-old books and figure out its meaning.
🕷️ Language Of Heretics – as a paladin of Lolth, it is possible that Minthara came to contact with Eilistraeans – or with their culture – at some point. She might be even trained to recognize this particular kind of “heresy”, learning symbols and words popularly used among the followers of Eilistraee... alurlssrin included.
🕷️ Not So Unknown Anymore – language tends to change over time, and between the quote from The Legacy and the events of Baldur’s Gate 3, there is a gap of over 130 years. Maybe during this time, alurlssrin term became less unknown in Menzoberranzan? Although considering its connection to Eilistraee and her cult, this may be the least likely explanation.
Regardless of everything, the fact that Minthara calls the bond between her and Tav alurlssrin is certainly meaningful. Typically, many drow like her might not be exactly (or at all) familiar with a sheer concept of deep, unselfish, lasting love...
For more of my drow lore ramblings, feel free to check my pinned post 🕷️
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#minthara#minthara baenre#lolth sworn drow#drow lore#drow culture#dnd lore#dark elves#drow#bg3 drow lore#bg3 drow
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I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet.
My life is my poetry, my lovemaking is my legacy.
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Soft lazy morning sex headcanons (Hogwarts Legacy)
Was in the vibe for some fluffy smut HCs, so figured I might as well make this one my first for HL. Also, I changed up my usual sequence for this post to reflect the order in which I wrote them (sue me)
NSFW (18+), obviously.
Poppy Sweeting 🦡
You don’t know how she does it, getting out of bed and already having finished half of her chores by the time you wake up
That said, she doesn’t protest when you pull her back in, telling her that mornings are for sleep
Her giggles turn to soft moans when you start placing sloppy kisses on her neck and your hand sneaks down into her skirt, your fingers working her clit with an expertise that has her unravelling at your touch alone
Within moments her clothes are off and you two are back between the sheets, the sweetness of your lovemaking ridding you of any sleep still on your mind
She’s always the first to cum, her little whines stifled by your lips
You’ll lie basking in your afterglow together, and she asks how she’s ever going to get anything done when you treat her like that.
Ominis Gaunt 🐍
Sleep might be the only thing in the world he loves more than you, so you know you have some competition
Pressing soft kisses to his nape or caressing his lobe with your lips doesn’t seem to work, even though the little trembles running through his body don’t escape your notice
You know he’s awake, so you have no intention of letting him off the hook that easily
You kiss your way down, making sure to pay attention to every small birthmark and imperfection on his creamy white skin
He finally catches on when you’re past his navel, his fingers lazily tangling themselves into your hair as you close your lips around him
You don’t stop until you hear him groaning, his release betraying his awakening
He’s fully intent on returning the favour, which means it’s well afternoon by the time you’re both done. Totally worth it.
Natsai Onai 🦁
There’s nothing better than waking up holding the stark naked form of your Gryffindor goddess in your arms
You take the time to kiss each other awake before she gets up to prepare a bath for you both
Sliding into the soapy water, you could easily fall asleep all over again as you relax into her arms, her breasts cushioning your back as she starts taking care of you
She gives the best massages, tenderly washing your arms and shoulders as you feel yourself getting lighter
It never comes to that though, as her hands get to work practising that special kind of magic that has you moaning out her name within minutes
She gently works you to your climax, after which she’ll draw out the aftershocks by placing gentle kisses on your shoulders
There’s definitely no better way to start the day than Natty’s baths.
Sebastian Sallow 🐍
You know last night was good when you pick up right where you left off
He has you pinned down easily, breathing into the crook of your neck with a wanting that leaves you melting like honey into his embrace
Running his hands all over your body is something he’ll never be able to resist. He knows all the little places that make you squirm, leaving no inch of skin untouched
Whether it’s taking you in a gentle spooning position or devouring you as you ride his face, he always treats you like royalty, not allowing himself any pleasure until you’re a sweaty hot mess
By the time you both have your needs fulfilled, the sun is already up and you’re probably even more tired than before
That doesn’t stop you from cuddling until you fall asleep again. The world can wait, especially with the arms of that dreamy Slytherin boy wrapped around you.
Imelda Reyes 🐍
It’s literally physically impossible for her to sleep in. She’s always up when you awaken to a new day, either doing push-ups or stretching her ethereally fit body
You often just lie there and admire her as she works out, relishing the way her muscles move under her delightfully exposed skin
She knows that you’re ogling her and she loves it. If she’s in the mood, she’ll taunt you with some teasing remarks to reel you in
It doesn’t take long for you to bite, and within minutes you’re entangled in all kinds of special yoga exercises that have you both sweating and crying out each other’s names
You tend to end up in a heap of limbs on the floor, which doesn’t bother you in the slightest. In fact, when you feel Imelda’s lips on your naked skin again, you figure the two of you could perfectly go for a few more rounds…
Amit Thakkar 🦅
Mornings with Amit are quite peaceful. He tends to stay up late to study, so he’s often still asleep by the time you wake up
He loves it when you use your body to wake him up, softly kissing his neck while you interlock your legs with his
There is no escape from some welcome friction as your sensitive parts start rubbing together, your hearts beating as one as you hold each other close
Things quickly escalate and soon you kick off the sheets, the breeze of cool air bringing relief to your hot bodies
You love it when he comes first, trying to bring him just a little closer with your legs before you come crashing over the edge, burying yourself in his neck to stifle your moans
You’ll need some help untangling yourselves when you’ve both ridden out your highs. That’s alright; all the more an excuse to keep him in bed a little longer.
#hogwarts legacy#harry potter#poppy sweeting#ominis gaunt#natsai onai#sebastian sallow#imelda reyes#amit thakkar#poppy sweeting x reader#ominis gaunt x reader#natsai onai x reader#sebastian sallow x reader#imelda reyes x reader#amit thakkar x reader#hogwarts legacy headcanons
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Feeling Forever - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader
Summary: You run away from your feelings for Alex and he comes after you refusing to let you go
Words: 4k
Warnings: Angst; smut; very gay smut; anal fingering; anal sex; lovemaking; arguing; two lovesick men being dumbasses
notes: Didn't mean for it to be this long (ha that's what she said)
Y/N’s POV
I sit in the opulent study of Kensington Palace, my mind consumed by the weight of my responsibilities as the Prince of England. The grandeur of the room, with its antique furniture and shelves lined with leather-bound volumes, offers little solace from the incessant demands of my title. The portrait of my ancestors looms over me, a constant reminder of the legacy I must uphold.
Outside the window, the London skyline stretches to the horizon, a reminder of the world beyond these palace walls. And in the world, there is Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, the first son of the United States, the man who has captured my heart and challenged every notion of duty and tradition.
I can’t help but drift back to memories of Alex sleeping soundly beside me, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, a soft smile gracing his lips. It was in those moments, the world outside the palace walls temporarily forgotten, that I felt the most at peace. The way his hand would find mine in the darkness, fingers entwining as if we could hold the world at bay together. But then morning would come, and the harsh light of responsibility would pierce the bubble of our intimacy. I'd watch him sleep, torn between the ache in my heart and the duty that called me away. How many times had I quietly slipped out of bed and flown back to England, leaving him behind, knowing that I couldn't afford to choose love over my role in the public eye. Each time felt like a dagger through my heart, a sacrifice I had to make to fulfil my obligations.
The door to the study swings open suddenly, and there he is: Alex. His presence both electrifying and unsettling. He storms into the room, his russet eyes aflame with determination and I can’t help but notice the way the soft, warm glow of the chandelier highlights the fierce lines of his jaw and the fire in his gaze. His presence fills the room with an energy that is impossible to ignore.
“Y/N,” he speaks, voice each with a mix of urgency and vulnerability, “I- We- We need to talk.”
I shift from my place at the window, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in his disheveled appearance. His hair, usually perfectly curled, is tousled, and his shirt rumpled as he looks like he hastily put it on. His arrival is unannounced, and I can’t help but wonder how he managed to bypass my security detail.
As I meet his gaze, I see it there - the raw emotion he’s been struggling to contain. His love, his frustration, his fear - all laid bare for me to see. And it’s in that moment that my internal turmoil intensifies. This love between us, it defies boundaries and expectations. He’s the first son of the United States and I’m one of the Princes of England, our lives bound by duty and protocol. Yet, as he stands before me, I can’t deny the depth of my feelings for him, feelings that have grown stronger with every stolen glance and secret rendezvous.
"Y/N," he repeats, his voice cracking as he steps closer, desperation etched into every word. "I- Fuck, I am in love with you!" His words practically explode from him, his hands torn between reaching out for me or pulling at his already messy hair. His declaration hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. It has me swallowing that lump in my throat, torn between the love I have for Alex and the responsibilities that weigh upon me as a prince. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on me, threatening to crush the fragile connection we've built. But as I look into his eyes, the fire of his love and the vulnerability in his gaze, I feel my resolve breaking as the tears begin to blur my vision
“Alex,” His name slips from my lips like a broken promise, a choked sob following. My heart aches, torn between duty and desire, between the world that expects so much from me and the man who has captured my heart.
In that moment, all the walls I’ve built around my heart crumble. The need to be in his arms, to feel his touch, overwhelms me. I’m stumbling into his arms, my body seeking solace in his embrace. His arms wrapping around me, holding me close, and it feels like coming hime after a long and arduous journey. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally spill over, and I bury my face in the crook of my neck, inhaling his familiar scent. My fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt as if trying to anchor myself in this moment of vulnerability.
But then, as if driven by an inner conflict, I find myself pulling away from Alex. The room seems to close in on us as I step back, my heart warring with the demands of my role and my love for him. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. A suffocating tension hangs heavy in the air, making every moment without him feel unbearable.
“Alex, I-“ I begin, but my voice falters, caught between the turmoil within me. I turn away from him, unable to look into his eyes, squeezing my eyes shut as if trying to shut out the pain and confusion that threatens to consume me. In this moment of vulnerability, I’m acutely aware of the void his absence creates within me. The thought of a life without him is like a gaping chasm, and my heart aches at the prospect of losing themas who has become to mean everything to me.
Alex’s voice, soft and filled with an earnest plea, breaks through the storm of my emotions, “Y/N,” he says, his words a lifeline in the tempest of my thoughts, “we can learn to love each other on our own terms.”
I want to turn back to him, to take him into my arms and declare that I choose him above all else. But the weight of my duty and consequences of such a choice keeps me routed to the spot. My heart longing for him, but the crown on my head remind me of the sacrifices I must make no matter what. The seconds ticking by, the room heavy with the unspoken truth. And then, as if my own heart can’t bear the silence any longer, I find myself practically screaming at him, my voice filled with anguish and desperation, “I can love you, Alex, but I can’t abandon my family.”
The words hang in the air, a painful truth that echoes between us, and I can feel the chasm between our desires and reality widening with each passing moment. It’s as if I’ve drawn a line in the sand, a stark reminder of the choices I’m forced to make. I turn to face Alex, expecting to see the pain mirrored in those soft russet eyes. But what I see instead is that fiery determination burning within him. The hurt is there, etched into the lines of his face, but he refuses to back down.
He crosses the room in two big strides, his eyes locked onto mine, and grabs my right hand. With a tenderness that belies the turmoil of our situation, he presses it firmly against his chest, right over his heart. I can feel the rapid beat of his pulse beneath my palm, a physical manifestation of the love and longing that courses through him.
“Y/N,” He whispers, his voice raw with emotions, “I’ll fight for you. You’re the only person for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s forever, Y/N, and I won’t let it slip away.”
His words wash over me like a balm to the wounds of my torn heart. The love in his eyes in unwavering, and in that moment, I see a future where we can navigate the treacherous waters of duty and desire together.
The decision weighs heavy in my heart, but in this pivotal moment, I make it. I choose love. I choose Alex.
My hand slips from his chest, and I cup his jaw gently, my thumb brushing over his cheek. I see the hope flicker in his eyes as he realises the choice I’ve made. With a soft and loving smile, he draws me closer, closing the distance between us. Alex softly grips my chin between his thumb and finger, a gesture filled with tenderness and longing. He draws me closer, closing the distance between us, until our breaths mingle, and our lips are mere inches apart.
As the tension between us thickens and the yearning in our hearts becomes unbreakable, I can’t resist any longer. With a fierce determination and a longing that surpasses all else, I close the remaining gap between our lips.
In that moment, our mouths meet, and it’s as though time stops. It’s a kiss filled with a sense of urgency, as if we both fear that the other might vanish if we don’t hold onto each other tightly. As our lips press together, it's a delicate dance, a testament to the fragility of our newfound love. The kiss is tender and tentative, as if we're both afraid that this moment might shatter if we push too hard. I can taste the salt of our tears in the kiss, tears of joy and sorrow intermingling as our hearts finally find the solace they've been yearning for. It's a kiss that speaks of forgiveness and understanding, of the sacrifices we're willing to make for each other.
As our lips gently part, I find myself looking into Alex’s warm eyes, out breaths still mingling. There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze, and he leans in slightly, his voice a whisper as he says those three words once more, “I love you.” His words carrying the weight of his feelings and the depth of his commitment.
My cheeks flush with a warmth that matches the affection in my heart, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence, I reach up to cup his cheek, my fingers brushing lightly against his skin, “I love you too, Alex.” I reply, my voice filled with a tenderness and sincerity.
Alex’s eyes shimmer with unspoken emotions as he pulls me into a heartfelt embrace. It’s a hug that speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of my want for him and him alone. Then, he lowers his head, nose bumping against mine, drawing an embarrassing giggle from me before his lips find mine once again, but this time, the kiss is slower and more passionate. As if we’re savouring each moment and sealing our love with every tender touch.
As our kiss deepens, I feel Alex's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his hands finding their place on my hips as if he's determined to keep me close, as if he never wants to let go. My own hands tangle in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging lightly. It's a way to draw him even nearer, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace. Our bodies press together, every point of contact igniting a fire within me.
Alex walks me backwards, pressing me against the nearest wall, his large and calloused hands are moving up my sides and my heart is pounding so loud I’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it too. His tongue darts across my bottom lips, hands massaging the skin above the waistband of my boxers, drawing a gasp from me and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. My own meets him in retaliation, tongue grazing mine and drawing a soft sound from my throat.
I’m tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his bare chest against mine as he unbuttons my pyjama shirt, a warm sound rumbling in his chest as he breaks the kiss to haphazardly yank his shirt over his head. His grin is contagious as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, blushing when his hands bat mine away and undoing the buttons with ease. The embarrassment quickly fades when his jeans fall to his ankles, his boxers barely covering his erection.
He looks a masterpiece. Standing in front of me, chest heaving with apparent nerves, and on just his boxers with the tip of his dick peeking through the waistband, making my mouth water and my own dick twitch with want. The head leaking pre-cum that has me wanting to fall to my knees right then and there but instead I’m gripping the back of his neck and yanking him into a bruising kiss. Lips colliding, teeth clashing and tongues caressing as his hips roll against mine, drawing a gasp from me that he swallows easily.
“Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” I gasp out, my voice breathy and needy as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, one hand tangling in his soft curls and pulling, drawing a low sound from his chest in response. I definitely didn’t expect our argument to go like this but the way his lips are moving against my skin and the way his hands are gripping me tells me that neither did he.
He’s chuckling softly against my skin before nipping at my jaw, “I love you too Baby,” he’s pausing to suck an almost painful hickey, tongue soothing over the pain before he continues, voice a low rasp, “I want to make love to you.” His words send a thrill through me and I’m pulling his face back to mine, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. It’s hungry and desperate, both of us wanting to convey our emotions through it and his hands are wandering again, exploring every bit of skin he can get to as if memorising every curve, dip and scar. I know he can feel my arousal with the way he groans into the dirty, dirty kiss when I press my hips forwards to grind against him.
Loving the sounds he’s making I’m tugging on his hair again and pressing my hips forwards at the same time to create a delicious friction and a downright filthy sound leaves Alex. He’s suddenly pulling away from me, dragging a gasp from me as he dips his thumbs back into my boxers. He’s pushing them down enough for my head to fall back against the wall at the feel of the fabric grazing my aching erection until they’re gone and I’m standing in front of Alex completely bare for the first time.
His lips are on my collarbone, sending waves of pleasure as he trails them down south. The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the gentle pressure of his tongue has me mewling and my hands are finding his hair again while his hands find their way back to the dips of my hips as if they belong there. Before I can process it, Alex is slipping to his knees in front of me, my thighs pressing together in anticipation as his lips move down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. His breath hot against my skin and his fingers are now trailing up my chest, massaging my abs as he begins to bite along my v-lines. The feeling is both eritic and almost overstimulating and my hips can’t decide if they want to move towards the feeling or away from it, drawing a very frustrated sound from my throat.
Alex’s chuckling against my skin before pulling back enough to look up at me with those pretty, pretty eyelashes. His russet eyes never leave mine as he sucks on three fingers, the anticipation of what he’s preparing for makes my dick twitch and his eyes are drawn to the movement, a hungry look overtaking his gaze.
“You gotta have lube,” He’s grumbling, getting to his feet and I feel a little disappointed as he’s no longer on his knees for me but I’ll take whatever Alex is offering to me.
“Nightstand.” I’m choking out and he’s grinning at me again, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me flush against him, the fabric of his boxers causing a delicious friction when our dicks rub and he’s bringing his lips close to my ears, “I am going to ruin you Baby Boy.” Before he’s spinning me around and pushing me back so I fall on the bed with a surprised gasp.
In a quick movement his boxers are gone and I can’t take my eyes away from him. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, watching me and it gives me time to really admire him. His well-defined arms and chest make me melt. The visible muscle tone only for me to see as they’re usually hidden beneath the somewhat baggy tee shirts he wears, shoulders broad as he holds himself with confidence. His tanned and toned chest leading down to those dark curls that lead to what I want. He’s hung, dick curving up to his stomach and leaking precum making my chest heave with want.
“Alex,” I’m practically whining and it makes his grin grow even bigger and he climbs over me, dick grazing mine teasingly. His eyes flutter a little before he’s drawing me into a sweet kiss, this one slower and leaving me wanting more, the feeling of love almost overwhelming as his lips move against mine. As his lips meld against mine I’m gasping when two cold fingers circles my hole before he’s easing them past the tight ring of muscles. I can’t stop the wince at the stretch of his thick fingers but it quickly mixes with the arousal burning in my gut, especially when he separates them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that quickly has me yearning for more His fingertips brushing so close to my prostate that I want to cry out in frustration and by the way he’s smirking against my neck I know he’s doing it on purpose, “Alex! Fuck, I need you. Now!”
“You sure?” He’s pulling back enough to meet my gaze, thumb caressing my cheek as his fingers slip out and I let out a strangled sound of protest, hips canting up to meet his and drawing a sound from him, “Alright baby, slow down darling.” He chuckles softly, guiding my legs apart until they’re cushioned against his thighs and he’s drawing me into a softer kiss, tip of his nose bumping against mine as he lines himself up. His lips find mine, moving leisurely, thumb caressing my cheek as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick, already stretching me wide. A heavy gasp is ripped from me when he slowly begins to slide in, eyes squeezing shut as he’s bigger than he could have prepared me for but he’s whispering soothingly in my ear, “Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby boy. I’ve got you sweetheart. It’s alright. Deep breaths. Relax baby boy. I’ve got you.”
The initial push draws a gasp from me, fighting every fibre in my body that is screaming at me to tense up as he eases his hips forwards more. His eyes never leave my face, watching my every reaction, pausing when I wince, my nails digging into his shoulders. His forehead presses against mine as he tries to hold on all control as I adjust to his length, gently rocking his hips forwards until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Oh fuuuckkk,” I’m gasping out, feeling him graze that bundle of nerves, hips jerking slightly as he stills, “Alex, shit…”
“God, you’re perfect.” Alex is whispering, pulling out until just the tip before pressing all the way back in, dragging a dirty moan from me and his lips are finding my neck again. It feels like I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into my prostate, causing my legs to tighten around his thighs. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his loose waves sticking to his forehead, tanned skin flushing as he makes love to me. I never understood the difference between sex and making love until now with Alex, resting his forehead against mine and our hands tangled together either side of my head as he slowly thrusts, taking his time and drawing out our mutual pleasure.
The sound of our panted breaths and soft whimpers and whines drowns out the beginning of the morning bustling outside my room and all I can smell is Alex: fresh citrus, fresh sheets and something intoxicatingly Alex. It all adds to the slowly building tightness in my stomach and I’m moving my hips down to meet his, my back arching when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.
“A-Alex…” I whine and his teeth graze my chin, adding to the pleasure as every fibre in my body is on fire, that coil tightening almost painfully as he drags against my prostate with every thrust until I’m tensing up and my eyes roll back into my head. His hips begin snapping against mine, face buried in the crook of my neck and hands tightening in mine as I ride out my high, splattering both of our chests with cum. Ropes of it reaching as far as my bottom lip which has Alex moaning.
“Fuuuucckkkk,” He pants against my neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts a few more times before he’s spilling his seed inside me, teeth sinking into my neck to muffle his moans before he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m untangling one hand from his to bring it to his hair. He hums softly as I begin to card it through his messy curls, “‘M so in love with you.” He admits again, raising to elbows and dark eyes falling to the cum that’s reached my lips. As if acting on instinct his tongue darts across my bottom lip and he swallows, making me clench around him and my dick twitch despite feeling utterly fucked out and spent.
“I’m so in love with you too.” It’s spoken so quietly I’m not sure Alex hears it as he slips out, leaving me empty, and stands up to find us a towel to clean us up but from the grin that breaks out on his face he does. He’s grinning the whole time he’s wiping away the mess on our chests as I’m too spent and tired to move. He goes to wipe away his mess now sliding down my thighs but I stop him, pulling him up to lay next to me.
“We’ll find a way to make this work,” Alex is murmuring, kissing me softly, “I don’t care what anyone says, I am so in love with you and I will never let you go.” I can’t help but blush as he watches me, admiring me until I have to turn my face away as it’s too much attention. I’m not used to anyone looking at me like that: he’s looking at me like I hung the stars and it steals my breath away.
He’s pulling the duvet over us, wrapping himself around me like a safety net between me and the uncertain world. His face buried in the back of my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin and his arm sliding under out pillow while the other grips my wrist as if I’ll disappear again in the middle of the night.
“‘M not going anywhere.” I whisper, scared to speak any louder without breaking this moment of peace and certainty despite the fear that lingers outside these four walls of my room. IN this moment I don’t care. I’ve chosen Alex.
I’ve chosen Alex.
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I love you
but you don't understand me
You see
I'm a real poet
My life is my poetry
My lovemaking is my legacy
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Small Bump
Summary: Just when things were going great for you and your loves, what seems like another amazing life-changing moment takes place only for it to all fall apart right from under you.
Word count: 4.5k
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
All three of you laid in bed panting softly as you each worked your way down in a sweet afterglow of lovemaking, feeling the gentle touch across your skin from Rhaenyra as Daemon watched on which just made you look over at him with a raised brow as he seemed to be taking in something about you which caused you to smile but lightly tilted your head "Is there something wrong darling?". A smile crept onto his face as he wrapped his arms around you. He turned his head to kiss your cheek. "Nothing at all, my love. Just appreciating the sight." Daemon's hand trailed down your body, coming close to the curve of your hip enjoying how your different skin tone glowed before sliding down toward your inner thigh. "Just appreciating every sight I get of you," he whispered, his voice husky. He smirked while lightly brushing the hair from your face, his fingers trailing slowly down the soft skin of your arm. "I'm happy. I'm happier than I've been in a very, very long time. And I'm not just referring to the sex we've just had. I've never had this much fun, this much comfort with someone in my life. You make me feel more human than I have in decades. That is why I've been looking at you for a while." He continued his tender touch moving across your body before stopping at your stomach and looking down before glancing up at you as he whispered, "I believe you should be expecting change love and have been for some time now."
Rhaenyra looks at Daemon for a moment and then at your stomach with curiosity, and then a smile spreads itself on her features as soon as it is clear to her what he meant. She hugged you tightly, burying her head in your neck and her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, love…" Rhaenyra whispered and kissed you passionately. "I am so happy." She sniffed happy that there would be another sweet little babe joining the family, wiping away a tear and smiling. She placed her hand on your soft belly as you only shook your head with a chuckle that Daemon was assuming you were pregnant. "I think I'd know if I was expecting." As you and Daemon continued to kiss, Daemon brushed back your hair. A hand lightly caressed your stomach and he let out a soft, satisfied moan into the kiss. "Just a feeling I had we all know I'm never wrong," he whispered against your mouth and then leaned his head back with his eyes closed. "Now that we have the throne, we should start our family. We cannot allow the Targaryen line to grow weak. We must continue our royal legacy."
You nodded in agreement and smiled as you nuzzled yourself a little closer until you were resting against his chest. "Yes, my love but I'm sure I'm not carrying But if it'll give you and Nyra some peace of mind I'll go see a maester tomorrow" The thought of you carrying a child of Daemon's made you feel butterflies in your stomach. "We can't let the Targaryen bloodline die out." You pressed your soft lips to Daemon's neck and smiled before leaning back against Rhaenyra who simply cuddled closer seeming happy if you were with a child. He leaned forward to bite your ear playfully. "And, what if I just wanted another child? Do I not have the right to demand children from you?" He leaned his head to the side, his words laced with a playful tone. A brow rose slightly at your words, his eyes closing as he smirked. "I am glad to see you agree with that, my love." Daemon leaned forward to kiss you again, one hand still trailing down your skin until it fell around pulling you closer. You could feel his chest rise with each breath he took, and in truth Daemon found the sensation to be quite comforting. "We shall see," he said with a smile of his own. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment, shall we?" he whispered, his voice hushed. Rhaenyra leaned forward, pressing your foreheads together, and smiled. She placed a gentle hand on your stomach. "I hope you are, my love," she whispered.
The next day you had gotten ready with both Daemon and Rhaenyra enjoying the soft touches and playful teasing between all three of you, going about your day even getting used to your new duties since you and Daemon had more important roles now within the realm even if you weren't used to it. Finally getting some free time you made your way to the maesters and explained you wanted to be looked over for which had caused you to lay back waiting until it was over just to hear that Daemon was right that you were, in fact, pregnant and about nearly two months alone as you sat there in shock before walking through the halls seeing Rhaenyra as you gently pulled her away still taking in the news "He was right…Last night when Daemon said I should be expecting change and that I was pregnant…he was right I am." She stood just nearly as shocked as you "You mean… You're pregnant?" She looked at you in surprise. Even with your words, she couldn't believe this news. She walked closer to you and smiled down, then embraced you tightly. "This is wonderful, my love." She kissed your lips softly and smiled again. "We'll have a new life soon, my sweet. Our own son or daughter. It is a blessing." Rhaenyra caressed your cheek and smiled.
She looked at you with a small frown on her face. "Daemon had to go to Dragonstone. He has business to attend to. But he will come back soon." She kissed your forehead and smiled. "Don't worry, my love. We have our time together now." As she looked at you with a worried face, her expression suddenly changed as she gave you a soft hug. "Are you happy? You have given us a beautiful surprise." She smiled "But I am sure he'll be happy to know that." She caressed your cheek lovingly, looking right into your eyes. Your pregnancy was something to celebrate. You sighed but nodded in understanding before smiling softly as you looked up at her sad that you couldn't tell Daemon the news yet but figured that would make it all the more special when you finally could. Kissing Rhaenyra softly on the lips again before shrugging your shoulders "I guess we'll just have to wait then." Going about your day beside the blonde woman until it was late at night and you both got ready for bed together. After dinner, you both head to your bedroom. You were both in your nightgowns. Rhaenyra was still thinking about the good news. She walked closer to you and smiled. "What would you name our son?" She said in a dreamy voice. "I want a name that would befit House Targaryen, but still… beautiful and unique." She leaned closer to you, her lips on your neck, nuzzling it. "What do you think of the name 'Baelor?' I hope Daemon would agree to it as well." She smiled down at you with a hint of worry on her face.
You chuckled as you looked up at her with a smile on your face. "Baelor… that would be a good name for our son. And Daemon would surely love it." You leaned up and placed a gentle touch on your wife's lips. "You know I adore you," you whispered, as you brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "Let us get ready for sleep. Tomorrow, we shall have the whole night." You said with a wink. "What name shall we give our daughter?" You whispered, with the thought on your mind. "Let's see… I think "Alysanne" would be a nice name if we had a daughter." She smiled down at you and looked at your belly, thinking about the baby is growing bigger inside. "My sweet, I think Daemon would be overjoyed and excited to know that we're expecting a child. Our child." She pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Now, let's go to bed. I can't wait to see Daemon and tell him that we will have a child." She chuckled and leaned to kiss you again. "Good night, my love." "We will tell him together." You said with a smile. You placed your lips gently on the nape of her neck and gave it a kiss. "Goodnight, my sweet." You whispered. You rolled onto your side and placed an arm around Rhaenyra, nuzzling up against her chest. As your eyes grew dim, your lips parted. "I love you," you whispered.
"I love you too." She whispered as she gave you one last kiss before cuddling into you. "I can't wait to see Daemon when he gets back, he will be delighted to know the good news." She snuggled into you, and her head rested comfortably on your chest as you both slowly drifted asleep for the night. At some point during the night, you slowly woke up to discomfort and blinked while looking around as you tried turning around and onto your other side only to groan at more pain becoming prominent which led you to sit up as you grabbed at your stomach whining and closing your eyes tightly trying to figure out what was happening as more broken whimpers left past your lips "Please no." After few moments, Rhaenyra finally opened her eyes and rubbed her eyes, trying to get the sleepiness away. Her eyes widen with a look of concern and worry when she heard you, and her eyes scanned the room, trying to see what's wrong. "What is it, my love?" Rhaenyra looked at you and her features softened. "Are you okay? What happened?" She sat up.
You took deep breaths as tears welled up in your eyes before looking over at Rhaenyra, shaking your head as you took hold of her hand "Something hurts Nyra." Grabbing at your stomach more as you bit down on your lower lip then let her start to help you up from the bed only to look up at her when you heard the gasp fall past her lips "What? What's wrong?" You looked down only to let your jaw drop as more tears welled up in your eyes upon seeing the dark red substance before letting your shaky hands grab at your nightgown "What's happening?" You spoke knowing you'd have to go see the maesters right away. Rhaenyra's eyes widened in shock as she gently helped you up, her face turned from worry to horror. She looked at the bed sheet and immediately knew something terrible had happened. In a quick and worried tone, she took your hand and led you out of the room. "Oh, gods," She said worriedly and quickened the pace, walking with you to see the maester. When you both arrived, she knocked on the door and it quickly opened. "A maester, please, at once." She yelled needing them to act in a rushed hurry.
Your eyes still wet with tears and your head hurts with each movement. The maester answered the order that came from the servant who was sent to get him and opened the door. "What happened?" The maester asked, a worried look in his eyes. You looked down at her hands as she felt a sudden rush of weakness with another whine leaving her throat. "The babe?" The maester exclaimed, rushing towards you and Rhaenyra. "My lady, how are you feeling? What happened?" Rhaenyra looked down, still in shock, then looked up at the maester. Her eyes were filled with tears as she held you in her arms protectively. "Please… Save her. She's bleeding inside. There's something wrong with our baby." Her voice was filled with fear, worry, and sadness. "It's… It's been so hard for us. I… I have never felt happier in my life as I did when I knew I was carrying… our baby. And… and now… This…" Rhaenyra looked at you as if remembering when this happened to her, her face etched with tears and sadness as she took your arm and supported your weight as you stumbled and nearly fell down. "I lost our baby." You sobbed, your eyes filled with tears. "I lost our child." "Is she?…" Rhaenyra whispered to the maester and her voice broke on a whimper she couldn't hide the tears as her eyes widened in pain. Her expression became even sad, as she looked at you with worry. "Please, do something."
Looking at Rhaenyra with sorrow, not just for the baby but for her and Dameon. They had been nothing but kind and loving, how cruel must the gods be to rob all three of this baby? Your tears welled up and fell onto your cheeks more than before. "Rhaenyra, my love, I am so sorry," you muttered, as you embraced Rhaeneyra and pressed your head against pillows as you laid down letting the maester look everything over. "I am so sorry." You tried to bury your grief and replaced that emotion with determination even as you kept crying. "We will have another baby." You vowed.
Rhaenyra sniffed and wiped away a tear, still with a look of heartbreak on her face as she looked at you, her eyes slowly welled up with tears again. "You're right. We will." She placed her hand on your cheek. The maester examined you once again, before telling you that you must recuperate and rest. Laying back numbly after learning what happened this not being a first but did nothing to lessen the pain or break in your heart was feeling. You stared up at the ceiling wondering how this came to be but sighed softly as tears welled up in your eyes once more before letting out a broken whisper toward Rhaenyra "Don't tell Daemon…please I can't handle having failed you both or that he's lost another babe." Rhaenyra gently pushed your head back onto the pillow, not liking that you wanted to keep this from Daemon, but knew that she couldn't force you. She brushed some hair away from your face and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. "And, you never failed us, my love… We all failed when we lost our little angel." She said as tears ran down her cheeks. "You know we should…" Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head. She leaned forward to kiss you then gently wiped away your tears."No… I will not tell Daemon. I won't make him suffer with this news." She smiled comfortingly. "Let us just get you in bed for now."
They gave a mixture of herbs to ensure your health and to help you sleep. "Don't worry, my love. We shall soon try again." She smiled gently down then sat beside you and took your hand. She watched how after a few minutes your eyes slowly fell shut before closing her eyes as she took a deep breath collecting herself before making it known to the maester and any servants in the room that this news was not to leave the room and make its way around the realm for all to know. The herbs had worked, as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. It had been a difficult evening, and the mixture of grief, sorrow, and anger had taken its toll. You held Rhaenyra's hand as you drifted off and whispered into your ear. There would be more children to come and the gods would not deny a family as blessed as this love again. Even as the next few days passed by and Daemon was coming back you hadn't moved much from your spot on the bed even making it clear not to say anything to him about what happened as you didn't want to upset him.
As the days passed, Rhaenyra was always by your side, holding your hand as she looked upon you with worry. Daemon's return got nearer. She was nervous and anxious for a chance to tell Daemon about what happened. But she worried that her feelings would make him sad, or worse, angry. And she would hate to see him suffering. Finally, it was the day Daemon returned. Rhaenyra looked at you and smiled while she still gripped your hand tightly. "You should get ready." She said, with a worried look on her face when she looked towards the door. Daemon stood in the yard noticing something was wrong especially due to everyone giving him looks as he passed by but shrugged it off as he was happy to be back to you and Rhaenyra. As he entered the keep, the first thing he saw was Rhaenyra standing with you. Rhaenyra looked worried, which she always did when something was wrong, but this seemed worse. "What is it? Has something happened?" He asked. He approached more into the room looking at both of you only for neither of you to say anything about what happened. Rhaenyra gulped, looking at Daemon. She didn't want to be the one to tell him especially since you had asked her not to say anything. She hoped he would forget about it and everything would return just as normal. But She knew he wouldn't forget. And, she knew there was no chance for this not to affect the family. She took a deep breath and shook her head trying to smile like nothing was wrong. "No darling. There's nothing new, dear." She said gravely, as she squeezed your hand and squeezed it tightly, giving you comfort. Daemon looked at Rhaenyra in confusion and concern as you gave a small smile but started to leave as servants had to help since she was still weak.
She's hiding something, or was trying to hide it, he thought. Rhaenyra always did that when she did not want to tell you or him something. He turned to face Rhaenyra directly after watching you leave the room with help. She has to tell me now was his first thought "Whatever it is that happened, Rhaenyra, you know you can talk to me about it. You can trust me." He smiled at her. He hoped that would be enough to make her tell him what was wrong. Daemon had always been able to read through Rhaenyra's lies and excuses. Even with this sensitive issue, she couldn't help to hide behind a white lie. "I know." She sighed and looked down, trying to gather up the courage to confess the truth to Daemon. She took a deep breath and looked up. "Y/N…" She gulped and tried to look for the right words. "Just isn't feeling well." She winced as it all became real again. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, not wanting Daemon to see her tearing up. Rhaenyra sighed and looked at Daemon. "I'm not sure whether this is my place to tell you, Daemon." Rhaenyra didn't really want to tell Daemon what happened since she didn't want to break his heart. Especially since they just got reunited from Daemon's long trip. "I'll leave it to Y/N to talk to you if that's okay with you?" She hoped Daemon would believe her lie, if not, she would have to tell him. She smiled at Daemon gently.
He raised an eyebrow when Rhaenyra tried to tell him that you simply 'weren't feeling well', he doubted that was the case. But he had to trust Rhaenyra for now, even if he sensed something was wrong. His wives knew when he would not be okay with something and always told him the truth, even if he had to wait a while. He looked at her and smiled. "Aha….Okay, if you insist. I will have a talk with Y/N then." He kissed Rhaenyra's forehead and turned to leave the room. The next few days of trying to ask and understand what happened during his time away, only to keep getting shut out hearing you weren't ready to speak on it yet which caused him to grow annoyed but nod along giving in each time. However, once a full week passed Daemon felt as if he couldn't wait any longer and entered the room quietly as he gently sat down next to you before placing his hand on your shoulder giving you a tender smile before sighing heavily as he softly asked "Something's happened and nobody is telling me anything….Please tell me there is no use in sparing the details because even just seeing how heartbroken over what's happened in you and Nyra I need to know so just please, tell me."
You let Daemon sit beside you. You didn't look at him but you knew he was there. You tried to muster the courage to tell him but felt like you still couldn't do it. The shame felt was too strong and powerful and it took a lot out of you to try to keep from crying. But as you saw how hurt and worried Daemon was, you knew you couldn't delay it any longer. Sighing as you turned to look at Daemon and swallowing hard as you tried to tell him what happened. "… I… I lost the baby." That was all that could be said before you cried. His whole body froze. "What?" He asked, his mind racing with questions to confirm that he'd heard it right, but as soon he saw the tears on your cheeks he knew what you had said. Oh Gods, he thought. No. He felt as though he might faint. How could this have happened? How could this have happened while I was away? Why didn't Rhaenyra say something? He pulled you against himself and held you tightly, not knowing what to say, not even knowing how to feel. He just felt lost. Waiting patiently for you to tell him what exactly had happened in detail if you could. It was obviously something sad, and by the time you finally spoke, you were already crying. After a moment of just sitting there with you, he kissed her forehead gently. "My love, I'm so sorry," he whispered.
You couldn't look at him, as the shame and guilt overwhelmed you. You couldn't bear it if your words hurt Daemon. You felt it was all your fault. You kept staring at the floor, tears in your eyes, breathing steadily so it wouldn't seem that you were crying so hard. Knowing Daemon was also hurting, and you didn't want to be the reason why he would feel grief and pain. "I… I lost the baby… I am so sorry, it's all my fault." You whispered quietly, your voice cracking on the last sentence, sniffing and crying your eyes out, but were comforted by Daemon's strong embrace. You then looked down at your lap, trying to gather yourself, only to bury your head onto Daemon's chest, as you sniffled. "It was in the middle of the night." Finally managing to muster the words. "I woke up and felt that something had happened, There was so much pain. By the time we got to the maester, they told us that my baby had passed away." He listened carefully to everything you were telling him and felt his heart crack every time you got close to tears again. I don't know if I can bear this, I thought. "Y/N, sweetheart, it is not your fault. You can't control things like that." He squeezed you more tightly against him. "I know it is hard to think right now, what you've said is true. But don't blame yourself for this." He tried his best to comfort you as you buried your head against his chest. At that moment, he felt your pain the most and wondered if Laena and Rhaenyra felt just like this when it happened to them.
At Daemon's comforting words, you looked up at him with a weak smile. "Thank you… It is hard to not feel any shame. It was our baby." You sniffled as you continued to lean onto Daemon as he held you close. You looked up at Daemon and wiped away your tears with your sleeves. You hugged Daemon tightly, your smaller frame pressed against his chest. "I'm sorry…" You whispered. "I don't know why.." You sighed heavily. "How will you be able to look at me the same way again?" You suddenly spoke with your voice filled with worry. "Will you not love me anymore..?" Your eyes looked into Daemon's eyes, awaiting in fear of his answer and reaction. He held you tightly, his eyes looking into yours and making sure you understood him perfectly. "And why should I not look at you the same way again? You're still my wife, who I love with all my heart and soul and more. Nothing about you has changed. You're still the same person." He kissed your lips softly, to show his affection. "No, nothing has changed. I will love you the same way." He said to you confidently, hoping to reassure you and make you feel better. He looked into your eyes as he tried to smile, trying his best to comfort you and make you feel loved. He wanted you to know that no matter what happened, you would get through it together. "You are still the same, and the most beautiful person I know," he whispered. "I will love you the same, no matter what, and I'm so sorry for not being here for you when it happened." He caressed your face and slowly leaned in to kiss your lips softly. He felt your body tense up, but it was the best way he could assure you what he was saying was true.
Daemon's kisses made you feel a bit more loved and reassured not just by Rhaenyra, and for that, you were ever thankful. You nodded your head with each word he spoke, wanting him to know that you were listening. You even smiled a tad bit, even though your tears still came streaming down. It was clear you were still very heartbroken, but Daemon's presence made you feel at least a little bit better. As Daemon leaned in to kiss you gingerly again, you hugged him tightly, not even aware if you tightened your hug on him. You were just too happy to see him. After the shared sweet kisses, you looked at Daemon, your tear-filled face showing your love. Your eyes then met his and gave him a faint smile. "Thank you, my love." You looked down at your lap. "And what if I tried again?" You looked back up quickly at Daemon. "Will it… Will it be fine if I tried again to have our children?". He slowly pulled back from the kiss and held you in his arms while sitting next to you. You looked so sad, he couldn't imagine what you were going through. His mind raced with thoughts, Why would the gods torment you so? Your words did catch him off guard but he was glad you said them. "I would love us to try again," he said softly. He caressed your face once more delicately. "We will try again, as many times as you would like, dear," he said while he held your chin. "And we will succeed in having children one day."
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Future Worth Fighting For 🔱🩵 (Part 2)
Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader
TW: Mentions of smut and violence, child birth.
After the rescue from the 75th Hunger Games, Finnick and Y/N found themselves safely in District 13. It was a stark contrast to the luxurious Capitol, but they felt a deep sense of relief in the underground base. They were surrounded by allies, people who wanted to fight for a better future, free from the tyranny of President Snow.
Each day in District 13 was filled with meetings, planning sessions, and training exercises. Y/N and Finnick threw themselves into the work, determined to help in any way they could. The rebellion needed every resource and every bit of strength they could muster. But even in the middle of the hustle and urgency, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the weight of her name dragging her down. Despite her efforts, she could hear the whispers, see the mistrust in some people’s eyes whenever they glanced her way.
At night, when the two of them were finally alone, her fears often bubbled to the surface. One particular night, as Finnick held her close, she spoke her worries aloud.
"Sometimes I feel like I'll never be free of my grandfather's shadow," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. "No matter what I do, I’ll always be a Snow. People will always see me as his granddaughter."
Finnick tightened his arms around her, sensing the depth of her despair. "You are so much more than just a name, Y/N," he said softly. "You’re brave, and you’ve risked so much to fight against everything your grandfather stands for. But if that name makes you feel trapped, we can change that."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and hope. "What do you mean?"
Finnick took her hands in his, his gaze steady and full of love. "Marry me," he said. "Take my name, and leave Snow behind. Be Y/N Odair. We’ll make our own legacy together, one built on love, not fear."
Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of joy. She nodded, a smile breaking through the fear. “Yes, Finnick. I would love that. I would love to be your wife.”
In a quiet and private ceremony the next day, surrounded by their closest friends in District 13, Finnick and Y/N were married. The room was small and modest, but it was filled with warmth and love. As they exchanged their vows, they knew that this was the beginning of something new and beautiful, a chance to start fresh, away from the shadows of their pasts.
After the ceremony, they returned to their small room, where Finnick gently closed the door behind them. He looked at Y/N with a mix of love and excitement. “Mrs. Odair,” he whispered, savoring the sound of it.
Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering at the new name. “I love how that sounds,” she replied, stepping closer to him. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was soft and tender at first, but it quickly deepened as they pressed closer together, letting go of all the tension and fear that had built up over the past few months.
They moved together to the bed, where they shared a night of passion, their lovemaking filled with love and relief, a way to affirm their connection in the midst of so much uncertainty. They held each other close, whispering words of love and comfort, finding solace in each other’s arms.
The next morning, Finnick had to prepare for his departure to the Capitol with the rest of the squad. The rebellion needed him, and they both knew this mission was crucial. As he packed his things, Y/N watched him, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew how important this was, but the thought of him going back to the Capitol, back into danger, terrified her.
“Promise me you’ll be careful,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”
Finnick stopped packing and turned to her, his expression serious and filled with love. “I promise, Y/N. I’ll come back to you. No matter what happens, I’ll find my way back to you.”
They shared one last, lingering kiss before he left, a promise of what was to come. Y/N watched him go with a heavy heart, trying to stay strong.
A few days after Finnick’s departure, Y/N began to feel unusually tired and nauseous. At first, she brushed it off as stress from the situation, but as the days passed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. She decided to visit the medics in District 13 to get checked out, hoping it was just the strain of everything that had been happening.
When the medic gave her the news, Y/N was stunned. She was pregnant. A rush of emotions flooded through her—joy, fear, hope, and anxiety. She hadn’t expected this, especially not now, with Finnick in the Capitol. But as she thought about the tiny life growing inside her, she felt a deep sense of happiness and love.
She knew she had to tell Finnick, but the logistics were complicated with him in the Capitol on a mission. She wrote a letter, pouring her heart out, telling him about the baby, about how much she missed him, and how she couldn’t wait for him to come back so they could start this new chapter together.
Days turned into weeks, and Y/N waited anxiously for word from Finnick, hoping he was safe, hoping he would return to her soon. She placed a protective hand over her belly, whispering to her unborn child. “Your daddy is coming back to us,” she said softly. “He promised, and he never breaks his promises.”
As the rebellion moved forward, Y/N held onto that hope, knowing that whatever happened next, she and Finnick were now bound together in a way that went beyond just their love for each other. They were a family, and that gave her the strength to keep going, to keep fighting, until they were all together again.
Weeks passed, and Y/N’s anxiety grew with each day that brought no news of Finnick. She was surrounded by people in District 13 who were kind and supportive, but none could ease the ache of missing her husband or the uncertainty that weighed heavily on her heart. She found herself constantly touching her belly, a small, unconscious gesture of reassurance to herself and her unborn child.
One morning, Y/N was sitting in the mess hall, trying to eat breakfast despite the constant nausea, when she overheard a group of rebels discussing the latest news from the Capitol. Her ears perked up, her heart racing at the mention of a mission that had just returned. She quickly abandoned her food and hurried over to the group, her breath catching in her throat.
“Did they make it back?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “Did everyone return safely?”
One of the rebels, a woman named Lyme who had become a friend to Y/N, turned to her with a gentle smile. “They’re just arriving now. I think you should go see for yourself.”
Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She dashed out of the mess hall, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran through the halls toward the entrance where the squad would be coming in. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.
When she reached the entrance, she saw the group of returning soldiers, weary and battle-worn, stepping out of a large transport vehicle. She scanned their faces frantically, searching for the one she longed to see the most. Then, through the crowd, she spotted him—Finnick, looking tired but alive, his hair tousled and face smudged with dirt.
Y/N let out a sob of relief and ran toward him. Finnick turned at the sound, and when he saw her, his face broke into a smile, the kind that reached his eyes and made them shine. He opened his arms just in time to catch her as she flung herself at him, holding her tight as if he never wanted to let go.
“Y/N,” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. I’m here, love.”
Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she clung to him, her body shaking with relief. “I was so scared, Finnick,” she whispered. “I was so scared you wouldn’t come back to us.”
Finnick pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Us?"
Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips despite her tears. She took his hand and placed it gently on her belly. “I’m pregnant, Finnick. We’re going to have a baby.”
For a moment, Finnick just stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and then filling with a joy she had never seen before. “A baby?” he repeated softly, as if testing the word on his tongue. Then his face broke into a radiant grin, and he lifted Y/N off the ground, spinning her around. “A baby! Y/N, that’s… that’s amazing!”
They laughed together, a sound filled with pure happiness that echoed in the hall. Finnick set her down gently and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, passionately, as if trying to pour all his love and relief into that one moment.
When they finally pulled apart, Finnick rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he took in the news. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered. “I’m going to be a dad.
Y/N smiled, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Finnick. And we’re going to be a family.”
The days that followed were a whirlwind of planning and adjusting to the news. Finnick was more attentive than ever, constantly checking on Y/N and making sure she was comfortable. They spent their evenings together, talking about their hopes and dreams for their child, imagining a future where they were all free from the Capitol’s grasp.
As the rebellion pressed on, Finnick and Y/N found solace in each other. Despite the dangers and uncertainties that lay ahead, they held onto their hope and the love that had grown between them. Finnick’s resolve to fight was stronger than ever now that he knew he had a family to protect, a future to build.
One quiet evening, as they lay in their small bunk, Finnick rested his hand on Y/N’s growing belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement beneath his palm. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips.
Y/N shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling it’s going to be just as stubborn as you.”
Finnick chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Well, if they’re anything like you, they’ll be perfect.”
Y/N leaned into him, her heart full. “Do you ever think about what life will be like after all this?” she asked quietly. “After the war, when we’re free?”
Finnick nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. “I think about it all the time. I think about raising our child by the sea, teaching them how to swim, to fish… giving them a life we never had.”
Y/N smiled at the thought, picturing their little family by the ocean, far from the darkness of their pasts. “I like that,” she said softly. “I like that a lot.”
They fell asleep that night wrapped in each other’s arms, dreaming of the future they would build together. Finnick’s hand never left her belly, a silent promise that he would always be there for her and their child, no matter what.
As the rebellion continued, Finnick fought with renewed strength and determination, knowing that he had a family to come back to. And Y/N, with the love and support of those around her, stayed strong, waiting for the day when they could finally live in peace, free from the shadows of their pasts and the tyranny of President Snow.
With the end of the rebellion approaching and the Capitol’s power waning, Y/N knew that their time would come soon. A time when they could finally be a family, living in a world where their child could grow up free, surrounded by love and happiness.
As the weeks turned into months, Y/N’s belly continued to grow, and with it, the anticipation of meeting their child. Or so they thought—during a routine check-up in District 13's small medical wing, Y/N and Finnick received an unexpected surprise.
“You’re having twins,” the doctor announced with a gentle smile, her voice echoing in the small examination room.
Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively reaching for Finnick’s. “Twins?” she repeated, her voice a mix of awe and shock.
Finnick blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Twins?” he echoed, his eyes darting between the doctor and Y/N. “As in… two babies?”
The doctor chuckled softly at their bewilderment. “Yes, two babies. It’s not uncommon, especially considering your family histories.” She pointed to the small screen displaying the ultrasound image, where two tiny forms could be seen nestled close together. “See here? Two heartbeats. Two little ones growing strong.”
Finnick’s expression shifted from shock to pure, unadulterated joy. He squeezed Y/N’s hand, a broad grin spreading across his face. “Two of them,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “We’re going to have two babies.”
Y/N’s initial surprise quickly melted into excitement. “Two,” she whispered, a smile breaking across her lips as she gazed at the screen. Tears of happiness welled in her eyes. “We’re going to have twins, Finnick.”
He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with love. “Two little ones to love and protect,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t be happier.”
The news of the twins seemed to breathe new life into both Finnick and Y/N. Amidst the chaos of the ongoing rebellion, the thought of not one but two babies filled them with a renewed sense of purpose. It was as if the universe had given them a double reason to fight, to survive, and to hope for a better future.
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As Y/N’s pregnancy progressed, Finnick became more attentive than ever. He was always by her side, whether it was helping her navigate the narrow halls of District 13 or simply holding her hand during their nightly talks about the future. He often spoke to her growing belly, whispering sweet nothings to the twins, promising them a life full of love and happiness.
But the rebellion showed no signs of slowing down. The battles grew fiercer, and the risks increased. Finnick continued to join the other soldiers on missions, his resolve unwavering. Each time he left, Y/N’s heart would clench with fear, but she knew that Finnick was fighting not just for their future but for the future of Panem.
One morning, just before Finnick was set to leave for another mission, Y/N woke up with a sense of urgency. She placed a hand on her belly, feeling the twins shift slightly. “Finnick,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “I need you to promise me something.”
Finnick, who had been lacing up his boots, looked up, concern etching his features. “Anything, love,” he replied, moving to sit beside her on the bed.
Y/N took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “Promise me you’ll come back to us. No matter what happens out there, you’ll come back to me and our babies. They need their father. And I… I need you.”
Finnick’s expression softened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. “I promise, Y/N,” he said firmly. “I’ll always come back to you. To all three of you.”
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The days dragged on after Finnick left for his mission, each one longer than the last. Y/N kept herself busy helping with the rebellion’s efforts in District 13, but her mind was always with Finnick. She took comfort in the knowledge that he was fighting for them, for their future, but the fear of losing him never fully left her.
A few days after Finnick’s departure, Y/N was in the middle of a strategy meeting when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. She steadied herself against the table, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.
“Y/N, are you alright?” asked Plutarch, looking at her with concern.
She nodded, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, just… tired, I think. I should probably rest.”
As she made her way back to her quarters, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. Her heart raced with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Once inside, she sat down on the bed, her hands instinctively moving to her belly. She felt a flutter, then a stronger kick—a reassuring sign that the twins were active and well.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and she gasped. It wasn’t the normal discomfort she’d grown accustomed to; this was something else. Fear gripped her as another wave of pain hit, more intense this time.
She quickly reached for the small intercom by her bed and called for medical assistance. Within minutes, a team of medics arrived and rushed her to the medical wing.
“What’s happening?” Y/N asked, panic rising in her chest. “Are the babies okay?”
The head medic, a kind woman named Dr. Aurelius, gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Y/N. We’re going to check on the babies now. Try to stay calm.”
After a few tense minutes, an ultrasound confirmed what Y/N had feared: she was going into premature labor. “It’s too early,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “They’re not ready yet.”
Dr. Aurelius squeezed her hand. “We’re going to do everything we can, Y/N. The twins are strong, and so are you. Just keep breathing, okay?”
Y/N nodded, her mind racing. She wished more than anything that Finnick were there, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort. But she knew he was out there fighting, and she needed to be strong for their children.
As the hours passed, Y/N fought through the pain, drawing strength from the thought of Finnick and their future together. She kept her focus on the sound of the twins’ heartbeats, steady and strong, echoing in the room like a promise of hope.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first baby was born—a small but fierce little girl with a strong set of lungs. The sound of her cries filled the room, bringing tears of relief to Y/N’s eyes.
A few moments later, her brother followed—a tiny boy with a surprisingly calm demeanor, his little fists clenched as if ready to take on the world. Y/N laughed through her tears, overwhelmed with emotion as the twins were placed in her arms.
“They’re perfect,” she whispered, gazing down at their tiny faces. “Just perfect.”
The medics worked quickly to ensure both babies were healthy, wrapping them in soft blankets and placing them in Y/N’s arms. She held them close, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.
“Finnick,” she murmured softly, looking down at their beautiful twins. “We did it. They’re here.”
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Meanwhile, Finnick was still in the field, completely unaware of the miracle that had just taken place. He fought with a renewed ferocity, driven by the promise he had made to Y/N and the future he was determined to build for their family.
It wasn’t until he returned to District 13 a few days later, exhausted but victorious, that he learned the news. As soon as he stepped off the transport vehicle, he was greeted by a smiling Plutarch, who clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Congratulations, Finnick,” Plutarch said with a broad grin. “You’re a father. To twins.”
Finnick’s heart nearly stopped. “Twins?” he repeated, his voice filled with awe. “Y/N… are they…?”
Plutarch nodded, his smile softening. “They’re all fine, Finnick. Y/N and the babies are in the medical wing. Go see them.”
Without another word, Finnick sprinted through the halls, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. When he burst into the medical wing, he saw Y/N sitting up in bed, holding two tiny bundles in her arms. Her face lit up when she saw him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
“Finnick,” she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. “Meet our children.”
He approached the bed slowly, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of his wife and their newborn twins. “They’re… they’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love as she gazed up at him. “They have your eyes,” she said softly, handing him their daughter.
Finnick took his daughter in his arms, tears filling his eyes as he looked down at her tiny face. “Hello, little one,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I’m your daddy.”
The baby girl stared up at him with wide eyes, her tiny fingers curling around his thumb. Finnick felt his heart swell with an indescribable love, a feeling he had never known before.
He then looked at his son, who was cradled in Y/N’s other arm, and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. “And you,” he said softly, his voice filled with wonder. “You’re my son.”
Y/N watched him with a smile, her heart full. “We have a family now, Finnick,” she whispered. “A real family.”
Finnick leaned down to kiss her forehead, his tears mingling with hers. “Yes, we do,” he murmured, Finnick’s words hung in the air, filled with promise and hope. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on their newborn twins. The weight of everything they had been through seemed to fade away, replaced by the overwhelming joy of this new chapter in their lives.
Y/N could see the mixture of relief and love in Finnick's eyes, the way he looked at their children as if he had never seen anything so precious. She knew the horrors he had witnessed, the pain he had endured, and yet here he was, smiling down at their babies with a tenderness she had rarely seen in him.
“They’re so small,” Finnick said softly, still marveling at the tiny life in his arms. “And perfect.”
“They’re strong, just like their father,” Y/N replied with a smile. “And just as beautiful.”
Finnick chuckled, his eyes never leaving the twins. “They get their beauty from their mother,” he insisted, his voice full of affection. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “You’ve given me so much, Y/N. More than I ever thought I could have.”
Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion. She had known love before, but nothing compared to the love she felt now, surrounded by her family. “We’ve given each other everything,” she said softly, leaning into his touch. “A life, a family... a future.”
Finnick nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. He looked back at their children, his heart full to bursting. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you all,” he whispered. “To give you the life you deserve.”
Y/N squeezed his hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “We’ll do it together,” she said. “No matter what comes next, we’ll face it as a family.”
For a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. The rebellion, the Capitol, all of it felt like a distant memory. Here, in this small room, there was only love and hope, and the promise of a future worth fighting for.
They spent the rest of the day together, wrapped in the quiet comfort of their new family. Finnick held his children close, whispering stories of District 4 and all the things he wanted to show them. Y/N watched, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. She knew that they had a long road ahead, but for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at peace.
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As the days passed, Finnick and Y/N settled into their new routine. District 13, though stark and austere, became a safe haven for them—a place where they could start anew, away from the horrors of the past. The twins, whom they named Aurora and Atlas, brought light and laughter into their lives.
Finnick became a doting father, always eager to help with feedings, diaper changes, and even the sleepless nights. He would sing lullabies from his childhood, his deep voice soothing the twins into peaceful slumber. Y/N found herself falling even more in love with him, seeing a side of Finnick she had never seen before—a side so tender and nurturing, it made her heart ache with happiness.
Y/N, too, flourished in her new role as a mother. She found strength she never knew she had, drawing from the love she felt for her children and her husband. The days were long and often exhausting, but they were also filled with moments of pure joy. Each smile, each laugh, each small milestone was a reminder of the love and resilience that had brought them here.
But as much as they cherished their quiet moments together, the reality of the rebellion was never far away. Finnick continued to be involved in the efforts, training new recruits and preparing for the battles that lay ahead. Y/N, too, did what she could, helping with strategy and using her unique position to gather intelligence.
One evening, as they sat together after putting the twins to bed, Finnick spoke softly, his voice filled with resolve. “I know we’ve found some peace here, but there’s still so much to be done,” he said. “The Capitol won’t give up easily, and we need to be ready for whatever comes next.”
Y/N nodded, her expression serious. “I know,” she replied. “But we’ll face it together, just like we always have. For Aurora and Atlas. For the future we want for them.”
Finnick smiled, his heart swelling with pride. “For them,” he agreed. “And for everyone who deserves to be free.”
They sat in silence for a moment, taking comfort in each other’s presence. The road ahead would be long and difficult, but they knew they could face it as long as they had each other. Their love, forged in the fires of hardship and loss, had only grown stronger. And now, with their children by their side, they had more reason than ever to keep fighting.
Y/N rested her head on Finnick’s shoulder, her heart full of hope. “Whatever happens,” she murmured, “we’ll make it through. Together.”
Finnick wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “Together,” he echoed, his voice filled with determination. “Always.”
And with that, they faced the future—uncertain but hopeful, ready to fight for the world they wanted for their children, for each other, and for all those who had suffered under the Capitol’s rule. In the heart of the rebellion, amidst the chaos and the struggle, they had found their reason to hope, to love, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Another long one hope you enjoyed
Thank you for reading 😊
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i love u but you don’t understand me. you see i’m a real poet, my life is my poetry, my lovemaking is my legacy, my thoughts are not for sale, they’re about nothing and beautiful and for free
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Ok 😅sorry . It's my fault . So rarely used word the taboo , i wrote wrongly . So , the Hogwarts Legacy now lot artists favorite now , painters/writers and i love it . Im reading a lot on AO3 and i dont understand why they why missing from every fanfiction the the "consequence of free love" . Realist , i know but would be huge turn in one story . Only Tamayula drawed Sebastian and Ominis as fathers . One guy shocked on me bec "they're minors" as he said.....yeah 😄they are who's kills , they do threesome or just traditionally (with MC) . They already wrote alrernative universes , same way they do everything...and there is the unspoken baby shield . The MC is a strong wich , only she can use anchient magic . Sebastian and Ominis too camed from strong / talented family . Their child could be more special , stronger bloodline . With the pregnancy whould came the interesting questions : Which one the father , when , how she'll hide from everyone in the 6th year, with illusion charm ? So thatswhy i asked ,why taboo the pregnancy subject for every artist if the "very detailed lovemaking" not shame ? 🥲
I never knew I couldn’t put community label on a ask… so… Warning: NSFW (talking smutty stuff)
You are perfectly fine! Thank you for more context, I think I understand your question more clearly now and oh boy— this is gonna be a long response
Now I wanna point out that I haven’t really read any actual full blown fanfics, at least ones that include underage smut as you’ve mentioned. The closet I’ve ever gotten was one shots and that’s it. I’m not a fanfic writer myself, I’ve only written some random head canons.
BUT! I have drawn somewhat naughty things, although not as smutty as what I’ve seen other artists do 👀 I do have a couple of… some… I guess you could call “teasing” artworks and I will do more but anyways that’s besides the point—
What I get from your ask is: Why don’t artists ever talk about the consequences after these smutty scenes? (Please correct me if I’m wrong)
Which is a fair question! You know if we are talking canon, this is late 1800’s we are talking about. They didn’t have a plan B or a healthy way to abort a pregnancy. But also there is the factor that there’s only a CHANCE you get pregnant. Now unless they’ve written in there fic like 6 smut scenes then yeah— it is a bit unrealistic unless the character is someone who actually can’t conceive any children (which would be so sad and angsty ngl)
Back then having intercourse before marriage was considered a sin, they believed that sex was gate kept by married people only. So… why not have one of the boys ask MC to marry her? Well you see… back then it was very common for young women and in this case girls to marry… but the man had to be 21 or older legally if they wanted to marry someone younger. So the boys can’t marry MC while they’re still in school.
Now, back to the question. Why don’t artists talk about the pregnancy? The truth is, it would probably impact the story in a negative way. Meaning that if MC has a child at 16, then she basically has a ball and chain on her ankle because she was seen as a widow (and many other words) which was seen as a HUGE red flag to others way back then. And the boys can’t do anything about her reputation… they basically just ruined it by making her pregnant before marriage.
““No sex before marriage!””
The thing is that back then it was taboo to talk about pregnancy and even sex for that matter. Specially when they’re young and not married. Those conversations were reserved for when they want to procreate.
Personally for me, I don’t think MC should be having a sex life at the age of 15 or 16. I mean don’t get me wrong, it can STILL happen, just because it wasn’t excepted back then doesn’t mean it never happened. I just don’t think teen mom really fits well with MC (or at least mine). Plus babies, although are cute, can be a huge pain in the ass while you are studying at Hogwarts while beating up poachers and killing trolls with the imperius curse
Now I do over analyze things you can thank my AP teach in hs for that. And this is only an opinion with a hint of research I did. You do not have to agree with me. As an artist I’m not ready to make that kind of content and this is just my way of thinking. I don’t speak for other artists, so if you want to write underage smut, and even a teen mom MC you do you! Don’t let my words dictate what’s right or wrong because in reality of it all, there is no right or wrong.
There can be other factors like:
Artists not feeling comfortable writing about pregnancy
Just wanting to write smut because they can
There might be hidden context that the artist is keeping secret until the right moment
They are literally writing in a AU where pregnancy can be avoided (modern AU for example)
We are talking about an AU where there are witches and wizards, there could easily be something that could prevent a pregnancy if you just make a HC
But I think it just all comes down to artists comfort level. I mean I’m comfortable with adults having kids because it makes sense… but at 15??? Unless they were married which is was very common for young females in the Victorian era, I don’t think MC having a child while still in school would be realistic in that time period. Honestly women going to school is unrealistic too but this is a different AU… things aren’t going to be realistic.
Just some random research I did because I love analyzing things: (this is based off of England)
A woman can get married at a very young age… BUT— the man has to be 21 or older if he wants to marry someone under the age of 21. Because in England of 1823, it was legal for a man and women to marry at the age of 21. Although it seems after 23 men could easily marry a female from 12 and up without parents consent (I know, sickening)
In the Victorian era, although it was common to see young women with older men, the average age a women would have a child is around the age 21-23
Females who got pregnant in their teens were actually punished for their “sins” and were actually forced to put their child up for adoption in some cases
It wasn’t common for people to have premarital sex until 1920
#I really hope this makes sense#I wrote most of this at 2am so my thoughts were a bit all over the place#I will probably edit this as time continues because opinions change… but also I’m not 100% sure if my research is accurate#hogwarts legacy#hphl#hphl mc#hogwarts legacy mc#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#sebastian x mc#ominis x mc#sebastian x mc x ominis#I can tag this right?#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts fanfiction#asks#personal
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I love u
But you don’t understand me
You see I’m a real poet
My life is my poetry
my lovemaking is my legacy
My thoughts are not for sale
they’re about nothing
and beautiful and for free
i wish you could get that
and love that about me
things that can’t be bought
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