#oh well no harm in reblogging again :]

[elio-monroe]

i don't want to reblog the post because im not really in the mood for dealing with tumblr activist. but i want to just put this information out there and hope this helps clear up some weird info thats going on re: steamboat willie

talking about nazis, dog whistles, and anti-nazism work

for those not following because they don't give a shit about the mouse, there is a horror video game coming out about willie currently titled "infestation: origin". it use to be called "infestation 88". a lot of people, including me, upon seeing the original name of the game got a bit of the heebie jeebies (along with some other information about the game i'll discuss at the end). this is because 88 is often times a code number used by neo-nazis. 88 or 8-8 stands for "hail hitler" as h is the 8th letter of the alphabet. the reason why neo-nazis do this is because by itself 8 or 88 is just another innocuous number. if some person points at something that has 88 in it and says "thats nazi bait" a lot of people will say "what the hell are you talking about?". this is on purpose, this is how dog whistles work. they turn something rather innocent or without context into something heavy because it gives them plausible deniability when they get called out for it. and its important to remember they nazis will use that plausible deniability ALWAYS. lots of people were quick to question the developers and pretty immediately the developers changed the name and explained why it was called that. they've disavowed nazis as well. this is not something proud and out neo-nazis would do. their most common tactic is to make out like the people criticizing them are nuts. usually they mock the idea of some silly number holding any meaning. they wouldn't speak down about nazism instead theyd try and turn the moral question onto the asker or they skirt around it in some way. nazis rarely ever risk actually talking down about their ideology because that would make them a target for other nazis or possibly loose support from their peers. nazism is both a dangerous and fragile mindset. (is it possible for the developers to still be nazis and they are just trying to cover their asses? yes. but due to how nazis operate this is very very unlikely to happen. the only people who can do this successfully are usually people with a bigger reach.) i am not at all here to defend the game or tell you to support it. i really do not give a shit about it. i'm here to help people get better at doing anti-nazi work. being anti-nazi doesn't mean just seeing dog whistles and pointing them out. you have dig deeper, you have to get to the truth. you cannot put people on blast because they accidentally used a dog whistle they weren't aware of, if you do that you are doing the heavy lifting of the nazis. you are shunning and isolating someone or some people because your activism stopped at making a quick "heads up" post.

this is all coming from someone who has called out nazis irl and helped deradaclized some folks. i've been mocked by nazis for pointing out their dog whistles and lost friends (liberals.... sigh) for it. it does not help if you call everyone ever who used numbers like 8, 88, 18, 14, 12 and so on (there are A LOT bc nazis try to claim everthing) a nazi. by doing this and going no further into figuring out if someone is actually a nazi you are giving the nazi's power. because if it turns out the person wasn't a nazi but you went on a tirade against them anyways, you are watering down the work of people trying to weed actual nazis out! now of course with this game it wasn't only the title that made people question it. it was the game play of gassing rodents (nazi gas chambers, calling jewish people rats). which is why people went up and questioned the developers. there were some concerning overlaps. but with the name change and the public disavowing of nazism it does really seem these developers were simply ignorant. also using pesticide (either in gas or spray form) is pretty normal when dealing with, well a rodent infestation. to end this off i'll leave an article on what the developers have said about this

as well as a note that if you want to stop nazis or nazism from spreading you have to do more than memorizing dog whistles. you have to learn how they operate, you have to listen to the words of ex-nazis, listen to victims of nazis crimes but also beaware that sometimes seeing through a lens of pain cab lead to false accusations or quick leaps of judgement. in other words, always do your research first. and at the end of the day, if your gut still tells you something is fishy then hold onto that fishy feeling and don't support that person. distance yourself from them. sometimes thats the best you can do.

[celibibratty]

Hmph, even tumblr knows what is the right thing😒 (being a proshipper)

[found--family]

love how all the scenes playing are non-harvey scenes while misha talks about Harvey and more Harvey

Misha's interview with TV insider

From here

[honey-milk-depresso]

could i request stardust, licorice, and shadow milk cookie with a reader that's smaller than them?,, thank you,,,

Take note that Shadow Milk Cookie just appeared recently as a cutscene, so for him it might be a little OOC.

CRK with an s/o smaller than them

Stardust Cookie

I think there’s plenty of cookies smaller than him, but you make it even more so. Like you’re just tiny around him.

And then he floats??? Sometimes you have to puff up your cheeks a little to tell him how unfair he’s being right now to which he blushes slightly and chuckled quietly, slowly descending down on his two crispy feet again.

He likes how small you are, that he can wrap his cape around you and bring you into a hug from behind. He just has this urge to protect you from all the harms of the Galaxy. Literally.

Stardust likes to hug you often, your small size allowing him to do so easily and he feels like he can love you properly while you’re in this size. He genuinely thinks your short stature is adorable and what makes you beautiful in his eyes.

Overall, Stardust is a simp for you- <3

Licorice Cookie

Shorter than him you say? He has an above average height for a cookie, so there’s plenty of cookies shorter than him. But you make the greatest armrest for him.

He teased you incessantly to no end about your height, always putting stuff off the top shelf on purpose like the little shit he is so you would come running for his help to grab it for you, or pretending he can’t see you while you’re literally right next to him.

Although, the moment YOU get teased by someone else for being short, he’s after them with his Licorice servants coming after them and make them regret ever teasing you about your height! Only HE can do that (hypocrite-)!

Licorice is pretty protective of you since your so short, usually having at least one or two of his Licorice servants around to stay on guard for you, like your tiny chewy bodyguards.

That’s your protective, hypocritical cookie for you. <3

Shadow Milk Cookie

You thought Licorice was a nuisance in teasing you about your short height? Well Shadow Milk Cookie is a complete BASTARD, LITTLE SHIT OF THE CENTURY.

He will tease you relentlessly with every nickname related to your short stature: shortcake, shortbread, little muffin, mustard seed, he is a menace. Puts things on the high shelf WHILE you’re trying to reach for your things and his lanky and tall ass height makes you become his armrest tenfold.

But like Licorice, if anyone else teases your height… oh boy, oh boy will they get it. He will reign overly unnecessary chaos to them that you kinda have to stop him. This cookie has the audacity to then get all whiney and sulky about how that cookie was mean when he does the same thing, making him an even bigger hypocrite.

Overall, he’s the biggest hypocrite you’ve ever met but he’s your hypocrite. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[sahisan]

hollow.

⭒ summary: arlecchino comes to your lands in hope of getting your gnosis non-violently. having hidden feelings for the harbinger, you offer a bargain, which she ends up accepting. it hurts both of you in the end.

⭑ cw: suggestive (no nsfw). angst. a lot of angst. angst no comfort (i warned you). hidden feelings. archon!reader. reader and arle both feel, and i mean feel.

⭒ wc: 3.4k.

⭑ a/n: oh wow. hi. this is like, the first fic i've written that was so long. ended up beta reading it with grammarly for two straight days. also tried improving my writing style, hope it looks like it lol. please like and reblog !!

"so, lady arlecchino," you started. your gaze remained cold but calm despite the inner hesitation you were feeling while facing the harbinger. "what business do you have in my lands?"

an unexpexted visit of the fatui delegation along with the fourth harbinger visiting her homeland was quite the news to you this morning. having no other choice than to face them, and you knew precisely why she would visit, hearing the news from the archons of other regions from last months.

it scared you, in some way. but you were expecting they would eventually reach you.

arlecchino slowly lowered herself into her own comfortable chair opposite of you before looking at you again. her face became expressionless again.

"It's a pleasure to see you too, miss [name]," she retorted in the same calm manner, despite her words clearly having a mocking undertone somewhere deep down. her eyes studied you as she continued, hearing you not reacting to her words.

you didn't change much from the last time she saw you. she didn't want you to, anyway. the same eyes, hair, accessories, manners... so on. she remembered every little detail.

"miss [name], do you really think you can rule this region on your own for the rest of eternity?" arlecchino suddenly asked, crossing her legs and arms simultaneously as she leaned back in her seat, seemingly making herself very much comfortable.

you blinked in confusion, head tilting the slightest bit. the woman had the dignity to let a corner of her lips raise upward at your reaction. she knew this "start" of the conversation wasn't what you expected.

"...i'm sorry?" you asked, not quite getting the meaning of the question.

"i'm sure you've already guessed what i'm here for. what i'm getting at is..."

arlecchino leaned forward in her chair, her eyes studying you. her face became expressionless once again, but a dark half-smile was painted on it. her voice became slightly threatening, nearly causing goosebumps to run across your skin. she knew your exterior wouldn't be cracked so easily - you're tough; much tougher than many people she's met in her life. but this was a start.

"...what do you want in exchange for your gnosis?" the question was almost a demand. she simply voiced her intentions - get your gnosis, and it wasn't an invitation of any sort.

your eyes narrowed, eyeing arlecchino. what is this? a negotiation? it does sound like one. but is that really it?

"and when did i mention something about giving up my gnosis, lady arlecchino?" you asked calmly.

"don't pretend you don't understand."

arlecchino's voice now held the slightest hint of threat to it, but her face became a little kinder and she continued in a more calm and friendly tone. or she only intended for it to sound friendly. uh, these diplomat things.

"i think we both know perfectly well what I want to hear from you; a clear answer. why don't we come to an agreeable conclusion and you'll give up your gnosis to me? certainly with no harm, you have my promise," she said, her voice getting a more expectant undertone as she spoke the last words, then looked at you in anticipation of the answer.

you leaned back in your seat, unsure of what to make of this whole 'visit'. it was suspicious, you couldn't deny it, but the pull towards the forbidden was finally getting to you, and your bottled-up for centuries-on-end feeling might be getting outside right at this moment.

this is an opportunity you have once in a life, your heart screamed at you. use it.

despite floating somewhere deep in your thoughts, you could easily feel as if arlecchino kept trying to burn a hole in you. and her eyes - especially the shape and color of her pupils - weren't helping either. she did look intimidating like this, but nonetheless, she was willing to wait. at least for now.

you weren't the type to risk, but...

so, an opportunity.

"now, what was that you said about getting something in exchange?" you inquired, exhaling a soft, quiet breath as you got out of your mind. shouldn't have entered it in the first place, you thought. too much of everything.

arlecchino smiled and her eyes gleamed a strange glint you couldn't quite decipher what meant.

"oh, it's good that you're interested," her voice became inviting again, almost soothing, but behind the façade was clearly a not-so-hidden intention. "i wouldn't want to use force against you if this escalated any more."

"of course i wouldn't just take your gnosis from you. i am a woman of honor and deal, miss [name]. if you'll give your gnosis to me i will, of course, give you something in return," she leaned back in her chair and stared straight into your eyes.

"would you like to hear what i would offer you?"

"no," you instantly replied, dismissing the woman. "i already have something i want to ask of you. but first..." you looked around the room, noticing a few fatui soldiers standing here and there. you didn't need extra ears from here anymore. "i need them to leave us alone."

arlecchino's lips curled slightly upward, resembling a smile.

"i see no problem in that. if you're planning on saying something personal, they don't need to witness this conversation."

she glanced at her soldiers and then turned her gaze back to you. the fatui left the room instantly, with no further words said.

"and now to the important part: what can i offer you in exchange for the gnosis, miss [name]?"

you kept silent for at least a minute. you licked your lips, then let your teeth bite down into her lower lip as you thought. arlecchino already seemed to notice one thing that stood out the most - you hesitated.

a deep inhale and the same deep exhale.

"my offer is..." you started slowly, eyes drawn to the table. you simply just couldn't bring yourself to look the woman in the eyes when saying what you were going to say. "we spend the night. together," you said, knowing that she clearly understands what you're talking about.

"and in the morning, i will grant you my gnosis, and we won't have any more business together after that."

silence.

this was precisely what arlecchino was hoping to hear from you.

she raised an eyebrow after a few moments of processing your words, expecting something like this, but still surprised by such a straightforward proposition. however, she quickly regained her composure, leaning back in her seat.

she knew where you were getting with this. she knew you craved this since you both ever saw each other. this was seemingly what you and her needed, but it was so much more complicated than just that.

she also knew that you would hurt so much the next morning, after giving up that gnosis, if she accepted this deal.

for the first time in a while, arlecchino felt torn by the thought of someone being hurt. surprisingly, it's you she was thinking about at that moment.

"my, my... i must admit such a proposal from you is a shock to me. so bold of you to assume that i would accept your deal so easily," she gave you a look, which held the tiniest bit of sympathy and compassion. she had mixed feelings about this.

"however, i'm indeed sure that you mean no harm, especially to me. so, i'll accept your offer on one condition."

she accepted it, immediately flashed in your mind. she accepted it almost instantly. your heart seemed to take a leap, no, a thousand of those as your eyes widened at the realization.

what was going on between the two of you?

you finally found the courage to look up at the woman. hearing no further elaboration, but wanting to hear it right now, you pried further, "that condition being..?"

arlecchino's eyes found yours, as if trying to read you from the outside, and she leaned in closer to the table separating the two of you.

"we keep this a secret," she said, eyes narrowing slightly and voice becoming nearly a whisper. "from the fatui and from everyone else."

"do we have a deal?"

you nodded. "i thought it's only logical that we keep it a secret. so, of course," you continued, eyes focusing on the woman. you didn't want to look away from her for a second, afraid she might disappear. "we have a deal."

a small smile played on arlecchino's lips as she gave a slight nod of satisfaction in response to the fact that you agreed so eagerly. her voice became slightly louder now, as if to not cause any suspicion if someone were to listen from the outside.

"very well. i accept your terms. and i give you my word to keep this... arrangement, a secret from everyone else," she said. her piercing gaze met yours, but the smile on her lips did not disappear.

"where would you like to meet, miss [name]?"

—

you didn't know how you both made it to your room, but the second the front door was closed and secured with a 'click' of the lock, arlecchino's lips crashed onto yours, as well as you found your back to quickly meet the wall.

there were lips biting one another, hands everywhere, tongues intertwining, your own heartbeat loud in your ears as you kissed, your hand shooting up to grab the back of arlecchino's neck... and you were hoping to forget about the gnosis just for this night. just for the duration of these hours.

just for one night. and then it'll all be over in the morning.

arlecchino's lips felt soft and warm as they pressed against your own. her tongue gently licked your lower lip, teeth tugging at it slightly as her hands roamed all over you. she didn't seem to want to pressure you into something, but she wanted to show you how much she wanted this, too. she then broke the kiss to catch her breath, eyes gleaming with hunger for more, despite the softness in them.

her fingers tangled in your hair as she looked deep into your eyes, "you're even more beautiful than i imagined."

with those words arlecchino pulled you closer, pressing herself against you, as her lips found their way to your neck, kissing her way down to your cleavage, before finding her way back onto your lips.

you felt like you were suffocating; suffocating in arlecchino. in her touch, lips, breath, and in your own sensations of all of the above.

"not here," you managed to whisper out breathily, already panting. you were sure your lips were already red and swollen from all of this. "left door."

arlecchino's lips came back to trailing kisses down your neck, biting softly in some places, but she seemed to obey you. her hands seemed to settle on your waist as she led you to the said left door.

"are you sure?" she whispered in your ear, her lips brushing against the skin there, and you immediately felt shivers crawling down your spine.

"are you sure you want this?"

"are you?" you asked in return, words barely a whisper, brows furrowed a small bit as if you yourself contemplated your choice.

you didn't. not for a single second.

"i am."

with that, arlecchino pulled you closer to herself again and claimed your lips once again. it was a hungry kiss, filled with passion and desire and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of longing.

"i want you," she whispered against your lips before kissing them again. the sound of your heartbeat was so loud that you were sure the woman could almost hear it in her own ears. her hands wandered over to your shoulders, pushing you through the door and into your bedroom, and she pushed the door with her leg to close it.

"all of you... i want all of you," arlecchino murmured, letting her lips detach from yours for a split second, eyes finally meeting yours, seeing all the need and yearning in yours.

she craved this a lot, but she knew you craved it more.

"then have all of me," you whispered in reply, ignoring the fact that the loud pounding of your heart in your ribcage seemed to reach the limit of its loudness, almost drowning out all other sounds. you pulled her along with you, your back falling onto the bed with a soft thud, leaving the woman to settle on your hips and watch you from above.

if arlecchino was sure, then you were also sure. you knew it wasn't how that worked, but you could let yourself forget that just for tonight.

arlecchino seemed like she was about to pounce on you, the hunger and lust in her eyes increasing rapidly as she watched the rise and fall of your chest; the way your breath would increase as she looked in your direction. her eyes wandered over your body, taking in every curve, every muscle, and every movement you made. her own breathing became slightly more ragged and she licked her lips.

"you're so beautiful," came out as a soft whisper, arlecchino's eyes now resembling a newfound tenderness that wasn't there before.

she leaned in closer, warm breath caressing your neck, her scent filling the air around you as her palms settled on your cheeks and jaw, thumbs caressing the skin mindlessly.

"may i?"

gods, she still asked for consent.

you exhaled shakily while realizing that; that she didn't want it to be just a decision in the heat of the moment. it warmed your heart, even if a little bit.

"anything."

arlecchino suddenly felt loved and wanted, and it was almost the same feeling that she always wanted to feel from no one but you.

you were giving yourself up to her for one night, and she was going to make it count.

she kissed you like it was the last kiss of her life. she kissed you deeply, heartfeltly, lovingly, and with such intensity that it was like you two were the only people in the world, and both your and her touch screamed please, don't let me go.

—

you awoke just as the sun had begun to rise, the light from it shining through the curtains and onto the bed. the woman beside you shifted, too, seemingly being already awake for a little while.

arlecchino had watched you for a little bit while you slept. it was a sight she couldn't tear her eyes from away even if she wanted to. duties and titles long forgotten, this was what she wanted to see every day.

you blinked as the light found your eyes, rubbing them for a few seconds before focusing your gaze on the woman on the other side of the bed. neither of you spoke, for now.

you sat up on the bed, having the blanket cover up your naked, marked, loved body. arlecchino followed your every move, eyes only once wandering down to your back and back up to your face.

your heart hurt at the realization that it was already morning.

the night had ended.

you didn't want it to be over so fast.

looking down at the woman, you averted your eyes, feeling the need to blink away the sting of tears threatening to find their way out. one of your hands moved up, palm facing upwards. your fingers trembled as you exhaled shakily.

you got lost in your thoughts for a few moments. what if arlecchino won't take the gnosis? was that even possible in a situation like this?

certainly not, you must be daydreaming of some kind of hope.

glowing a soft light, floating up and down over your hand was your gnosis.

you stared at it, not blinking, then stared a little more, and then your hand shifted and offered the gnosis to arlecchino.

it was over. as simple as that.

arlecchino's breath hitched as she sat up to have a look at the small, glimmering chess piece. her hand slowly reached out and she took the gnosis from your hand, her fingers closing around it. she examined it closely, as if making sure it was real. to you, she looked satisfied with your deal.

"thank you very much, miss [name]."

you immediately noticed the change in tone. it became professional in just a few moments, leaving you confused.

she then stood up from the bed and started to put on her clothes. it was the sign that the deal was over and that her mission was complete. she didn't even look back at you, you thought. oh.

"well then... i guess my work here is done."

"...i guess it is," you could only reply quietly, eyes rooted to the woman's back as she got dressed.

you noticed the change in the woman's attitude, in her voice, and your heart basically shattered. it was like there were no kisses shared between you two just hours before, no compliments whispered, no intimate connections made. like the night before never existed.

you were just another mission.

of course it would be like this, you thought. you were the first to suggest that you both will never see each other again after this, and you were the one to fall for all of this.

but it still stung.

"you never meant it," you whispered in the end, realizing those words spoken and whispered so intimately were, apparently, just in a haze of situation. how predictable. you fell for that yet again.

arlecchino paused for a moment before she picked up her remaining clothes and turned to face you. her gaze was cold and emotionless, but she hesitated, before her expression purposefully changed into a more serious expression.

she needed to make you feel like she didn't have any feelings for you. it would be better for both of you. no bonds. no strings attached. she never wanted you to pine for her, as she was certainly not the one you needed to have beside her.

an archon and a harbinger. comical.

"i was agitated," arlecchino replied, voice turning back to previous hardness and flatness, zipping up her pants.

she hated saying the next words.

"you were just a means to an end."

pause.

your chest hurt. your eyes stung.

you wished you'd never heard any of this. you weren't ready to hear any of this. but now, these words will surely be engraved into your memory.

you didn't reply, and thus, there was silence. a loud one at that.

arlecchino felt the said silence like no other. she knew she'd achieved what she wanted just by witnessing your reaction.

you didn't stop looking in the direction where the woman was getting ready. neither did you react, just blinking away the tears from her eyes, preventing them from appearing.

your chest suddenly felt hollow, and not because of the gnosis that was no longer there.

arlecchino finished getting dressed quickly, since the silence in the room was getting more and more uncomfortable. it was a sign of your defeat, and she hated the realization of that.

she wanted to say something. wanted to take it back. to hug you. to kiss you again. to make love to you again. she wanted to tell you that she had fallen in love with you and that she wished everything was different.

but she knew that she would only end up hurting you more if she did so.

"i will be taking my leave."

you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood just trying to hold back your tears. your emotions. you weren't allowed to feel, but you felt, and it was suffocating you, dragging you towards the bottom.

"good job," you could only mutter, voice barely a whisper, gaze shifting back to the blanket.

arlecchino felt so much guilt for the words she had said. she knew how much pain those words were causing you, but she couldn't take them back even if she wanted to. the hurt was necessary.

she wanted nothing more than to go over to you, pull you into her arms, comfort you, and whisper how much she loves and cares for you. she wanted to apologize to you; wanted to tell you how sorry she was for hurting you.

but she didn't. she couldn't, because no one could know about the true feelings she had for you.

not even you.

so she just got dressed in silence, the weight of your gnosis in her pocket feeling heavier with every moment that passed. it's not like she could do anything other than that.

you heard arlecchino's hand placing itself on the door handle, and the woman paused momentarily, eyed wandering over to your form on the bed, scenes of the previous night flashing in front of her eyes as she looked at you.

the door clicked open, and she took one step outside your room before speaking her last words to you.

"it was a pleasure doing business with you, miss [name]."

the door closed.

[runnning-outof-time]

Hi K, I hope you’re doing well!🤍

I just wanted to make another request, if that’s alright with you. “I’ll break before I bend.” with Tommy?

Loving your blurbs by the way!

Thanks for sending this in, Reb @peakyswritings ! I’m sorry it took me a bit to write it — I hope you like what I did with it! I decided to use my family from my Girl Dad series because it’s been too long since I’ve written for them (a thank you goes out to the anon who messed me a little while ago asking about them). Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Just Some Puppy Love

Tommy Shelby x Reader (family from the Girl Dad series)

Warnings: none - just Tommy being overprotective of his daughter

Word Count: 922

Summary: Tommy’s unhappy about the fact that his eight year old daughter, Thea, has caught the interest of a boy in her class. (Y/N) tries to tell him that he’s overreacting.

“How was school today, darling?” (Y/N) asked her daughter as the she entered the home.

“It was great, mum!” Thea answered, a beaming smile on her face. “I even got to see Evie’s class during lunch!” she added, turning to look at her younger sister, who was nodding profusely.

“That sounds lovely,” (Y/N) smiled, thanking the family’s driver, who tipped his cap at her before returning to the vehicle. “Did anything else exciting happen?” she asked no girl in particular as the three went into the front room.

“Billy was being very nice to me! We played together at recess, and he even shared his purple crayon because mine was too little to use,” Thea was the first to speak up.

“Uncle Arthur’s Billy?” (Y/N) asked out of curiosity. She didn’t think that the cousins were in the same class, but she could have seen him during some other point in the day.

“No, Billy from my class,” Thea chirped while collecting her papers from her bookbag, “he’s always very nice to me. Sometimes we even hold hands and walk around the playground.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) drew out the word, nodding her head slowly. Thea said this in such a nonchalant way; like her mum was supposed to know about this beforehand.

“I scored the highest on my maths test today, mummy!” Evie jumped into the conversation, a beaming smile now present on her face.

“That’s lovely to hear, Evie,” (Y/N) smiled at the little girl while looking at Thea - who had now started on her homework - through the corner of her eye.

Boy, oh boy did she have something to tell Tommy this evening.

“The girls are all down?” Tommy asked as his wife entered his office later that night.

“Juniper fused a little, but they’re all asleep now,” she answered him with a smile as she made her way over to her usual spot on the chaise lounge. She couldn’t help but purse her lips to hide her smile as she finally made eye contact with him.

“What?” Tommy asked, catching onto her expression rather quickly.

“Nothin��,” she brushed him off, glancing down at her fingernails as she picked them.

“You can’t just send that expression my way and then say that it’s nothing,” he commented.

“Well I’ve just done that,” she countered.

“Tell me, (Y/N),” he demanded, his voice dropping to a low level.

“It’s nothing…” she started looking to him again, watching as his mouth opened to argue with the words she said. She continued before he could, “but you’re going to make a big deal over it.”

“Over what?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“Thea might have a boy in her class that fancies her.”

“No,” Tommy shot the idea down within seconds, “impossible.”

“Quite possible considering she told me all about it when she came home this afternoon,” (Y/N) commented. “It’s not a big deal,” she brushed the matter off then.

“Oh but it is. She’s only eight. The boys in school don’t need to be fancying her,” he insisted.

“She is eight, Tommy. There’s no harm in a little puppy love,” she flipped the narrative. Tommy didn’t seem to be buying it. “Besides, they’re not even…”

“Oi, I’m being serious here,” he cut into her defense, his eyes wide, “I’ll break before I bend on this one, (Y/N). No boys. Not for a long time.”

(Y/N) looked at her husband with pursed lips. The intense expression that he was wearing surely worked on his adversaries, but it did nothing to her. “You’re being dramatic about this,” she stated after a few moments had passed.

“I’m not,” he shook his head.

“You are,” she doubled down with a nod. “There’s no reason for a response like that. It’s not like she’s going to go and marry this boy tomorrow. They’re just holding hands on the playground and sharing crayons in class,” she explained the reality of the situation. One look in his direction told her that he wasn’t quite convinced. With a sigh, she stood from her chair. “I know…” she started, moving around his desk so that she could rest her hands on his shoulders, “she’s your first born…your little girl.”

“She is,” Tommy answered in a huff, pressing the pads of his fingers into his eyes.

(Y/N) paused for a few beats, leaning down to rest her chin on top of his head as she looked at the photograph of their three girls that sat on his desk. “You don’t need to be worrying about this stuff right now,” she said in a soft voice as she clasped her hands together over his chest. She heard him sigh as he rested his head against her arm. A smile graced her lips as she thought of something to add, “you have another ten years, at least.”

“(Y/N). Don’t,” his voice was low, the two words coming out in a warning. She couldn’t stop herself from giggling anyway.

“I’m teasing you, Tommy,” she told him, pressing her lips to his hair.

“I know. But I still don’t appreciate it,” he answered her, his voice soft now as he turned his head and pressed a similar kiss to the skin of her arm.

(Y/N) smiled at the gesture. This wouldn’t be the last conversation about boys fancying their daughters that they would have. But she knew that Tommy would do whatever it took to make sure that his girls were safe and got the best.

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I normally don't bother reblogging my ocs to main (I have done the reverse a couple times) but guys I just want you to know that I love these weird siblings. I don't have much experience drawing dragons but I can learn later.

I really missed these siblings.

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CRIMES COMMITTED AGAINST WOMEN, ITS HER FAULT?

RG KAR MEDICAL COLLEGE&HOSPITAL, THE HEINOUS ACTS

NOTE: THIS POST HAS INFO SOLELY BASED ON MY OWN RESEARCH, SOURCES FROM THE NEWS AND INTERNET SO CREDS OF SS TO THE OWNERS. if you have any other information regarding this case, please please do feel free to reblog this and share them, as i can't compile everything in one post due to the case being an ongoing one. I would appreciate if you could read all of it, I tried to keep it short and compact and easy enough for everyone to understand. Of course, I have to keep a few names and specific political parties and critism out of this for obvious reasons of this post being taken down, but trust me, karma is real.

Do tell me if I lack anything, will try my best to add it or make another post about it. WE WANT JUSTICE.

01 TAKE HER NAME, DON'T FORGET HER

Dr. Moumita Debnath, a junior female doctor, a 2nd year PGT at R G KAR medical college and hospital was gang r4ped and m4rdered in the college seminar hall, while she was in a 36 hr shift, in 9th of August, 2024, Kolkata.

R G KAR, a reputed college and hospital, only allowing the top of brains to enter its premises, has now lost it's name to this heinous crime. Moumita debnath's perpetrators live to this day and the college authorities are yet to pay any heed. Why?

That poor girl was bleeding from her eyes, vagina, with disfigured limbs and broken collarbones, bite marks, broken pelvic girdle and hyoid bone several other signs of struggle and violence ( attached report below ) Even her legs were forcefully coaxed apart, that her bones were broken. 150 gms of sperm was have been discovered from her body, when a male individual can only transfer a maximum of 15 gms. Can you imagine her pain? What did she do to deserve this pain and suffering, this heinous crime against her? Can you imagine how her parents must have felt to hear the news?

Oh, I forgot. This absolute blood boiling, gut wrenching and demonic of an act was immediately announced as a "SU3CIDE" upon initial FIR, and to her parents, by authorities. Can't you see? How they tried to coarctate the matter by calling it a su3cide?

How can a girl with extreme signs of violence and r4pe on her body, with little to no clothes, broken limbs, bleeding eyes, commit a su4cide? THIS IS A BLOT ON THE AUTHORITIES WHO ARE CLEARING VIEWING THIS MATTER AS A JOKE no girl in that condition can commit a su3cide, do you really think people are THAT DUMB?? that we won't notice you trying to cover up this case??

02 TAMPER THE EVIDENCE, HIDE THE CRIMINAL

Dr. Moumita Debnath's body was cremated without her parents' approval/permission. They were kept waiting for 3 fucking hours. As if to get rid of her body as soon as they can with minimal autopsy, before CBI could even start investigation.

As soon as this case was handed over from WBPD ( west bengal police department ) to CBI ( central bereau of intelligence ) mobs have barged in and LITERALLY DAMAGED THE WALLS BESIDE THE SEMINAR HALL ( the crime scene ) inside the college premises. And for what? Come on we know it all, for removal of some obvious evidence.

On 14th august, during the middle of the night which was during the ‘RAAT DOKHOLE MEYERA’ ( girls reclaim the night ) rally, in RG KAR, mobs yet again managed to infiltrate the college premises to cause damage again, this time targeting specific cctv cameras as well. They also vandalised public property and vehicles in a "profesional" way. — “MBBS student Anupam Roy, an eyewitness to the mob attack, said the mob's act was deliberate with the clandestine motive of ending their agitation.” — from Hindustan Times.

They even CAUSED HARM TO THE WASHROOMS OF THE FLOOR WHERE EVIDENCE COULD'VE BEEN FOUND. The motive of the mob is obvious— to tamper the evidence in order to protect the perpetrators.

03. POLITICS BEFORE BASIC LAW & ORDER?

Political parties are busy blaming each other and throwing dirt on names, meanwhile also trying to hide the perpetrators and start protests against opposition parties. Is your political position and meaningless arguments more valuable than a girl's life which been lost so brutally? Can we not keep politics aside, just for a moment and try to bring the girl justice? These thick skinned selfish monsters don't feel the pain of her parents, the emotions of helpless women and the crime they're commiting themselves.

They are slowly shifting away from the main matter of bringing her justice, trying to coarctate is slowly by heavy politics. Well the public is not dumb, we can see it all and understand how our CM doesn't even care about this situation.

SHAME ON YOU, the authorities, you're are only hope in this city in this state and you're acting this way?! Do you not have spines? Is money and votes everything to you? How low is too low and why is it the west bengal government?

They even have an accused suspect in custody ( Sanjoy Roy ) whom everybody is calling a scapegoat, which he possibly could be regarding the governments recent inactivities towards the situation. They are even giving out orders to resist rallies and protests, such a fucking disgrace, cause then vandalism and tampering of evidence is right but not raising your voice against it?

04. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE?

This year marks the 77th independent year for India, but are we really? Women are not safe at night walking along the streets their own ancestors fought for, women are not safe in their own workplace working shifts, women are not safe in public transport, in their homes, neighbourhood, schools, colleges, NOWHERE ARE WE ALLOWED TO HAVE A PEACEFUL BREATHE. But for how long? It's been 12 years since we witnessed a similar, horrible and atrocious crime as NIRBHAYA, only for it to happen again. This shows how weak, corrupted, and unjust Indian judiciary system has become, and as an Indian myself, it ashames me deeply to admit this. We are failing as a society, still not being able to create a safe environment for our women.

But time has come now to raise our voice and fists together against this oppressive, corrupt government and snatch our own freedom ourselves. DONT YOU EVER FORGET ABOUT HER, TAKE AND HER NAME AND PROMISE YOURSELF TO BRING HER JUSTICE. If we forget and give up, god knows how many others will die like this without any justice. Justice is ours and we will have it, there is no point of being 'independent' if we have to do candle marches every other day, mourn for our women every other day, be scared of letting our daughter out every other day.

This is time, we rise up as one.

We want the actual criminals to be punished a hundred times more cruelly than Dr. Moumita Debnath was k!lied.

WE WANT JUSTICE. BRUTAL PUNISHMENT TO THE CRIMINALS.

ALL EYES ON RG KAR. ALL EYES ON DOCTORS. JUSTICE FOR MOUMITA DEBNATH.

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Can you do Boom!Sonic x reader with an angsty scenario? Maybe Sonic says something about the reader and they take it the wrong way which leads to internal conflict? Canonically in the boom universe he tends to be rather cocky and says things that come out wrong. Thank you so much, please take care of yourself.

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sonic’s arrogant behavior is becoming too much to bear.

synopsis. boom!sonic x gn!reader, light angst, sonic thinks he's too cool for help... (he doesn't wanna admit he's worried for you)

☂︎ wc. 1k ☂︎ a/n. im so sorry this took so long anon!!! ;( i had to do some of my own research for his character. i went through a small writing stump while writing this one. if you'd like a rewrite, just let me know! might just end up doing one anyway...

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“It’s just Egghead back up to his schemes again. His robots have been popping up around town more often.” Sonic stretched his arms up high, taking in the golden-hour sunshine cast on the two of you. “It’ll be way too easy to just knock him down a peg!”

You copy his movement, grinning at the thought of going on another adventure with Sonic, despite going on one with him yesterday and having to get patched up a bit because of it by Amy. It happens so often, but you really can’t seem to get enough of it, letting the sunshine almost blind you as you turn your head to Sonic, feeling the warmth cast on every part of your body.

Shame that Eggman’s up to his dumb plans. If he wasn’t, maybe you and Sonic could’ve relaxed at the beach together, cuddled up on a beach towel while you two sipped on some coconut milk. Pity.

Sonic notices you mimicking him, and a grin spreads wide onto his face. “Oh look, I’ve got myself my very own mini-me, huh?” 

If you could hush him up right now, you would. But you shake your head and stick your tongue out teasingly, rolling your eyes over at him. No wonder Eggman’s always out to get him, this annoying little idiot. But it’d be best if you both got a move on now before it gets too dark.

Sonic’s smile falters at you bringing up Eggman’s name, causing his body to tense up ever so slightly.

“... Yeah, come on.” Sonic beckons you over, but it’s not hard to notice the lack of energy in his voice, so suddenly at that. You open your mouth to ask about it, but shut it rather quickly. Would asking him that make him feel more uneasy? You’d rather not find out, so you walk towards him, and continue on. 

Sonic starts at a fast-paced jog, but slows down almost instantly, his ear twitching with uncertainty. You stop a bit away from him, noticing the sudden shift in demeanor.

“Hey, uh, [Name].” Sonic says softly, looking at you from over his shoulder. “How about I handle this one by myself, yeah?”

… What? You tilt your head at his proposition, clearly confused. Who else could he go with right now? Everyone else is busy, running errands in their daily lives, or fixing their own issues, and since it’s just you and Sonic here, why not? What gives?

“I don’t want you to-” Sonic scowls, shaking his head at his blabbering words, before backtracking. “I got it. I can handle this easy-peasy, so… You can just stay here, okay?”

What the hell is he talking about? Well, you understand it, at least the smallest bit. You’re hurt, but it's not as though you can’t fight. A gash in your arm will do you no harm in combat.

Sonic sees the dissatisfaction on your face, and shifts onto one leg, stretching it out before switching to the other one.

"You-" He starts, but changes his words rather quickly. “I don’t want you to slow me down.” He mutters, smoothing out his quills behind him as he taps the tip of his shoe onto the ground in a rhythm that drives you crazy. “‘Think I’ll do just fine on my own.”

What?

You scowl, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him. How much longer is he going to do this act of his? It’s all an act, you know it is.

��Act?” Sonic glares at you for a couple of beats, the silence ringing out between you two only disturbed by the swaying of palm trees, and the waves of water hitting the glittering shore in the sunset. He seemed offended at your accusation, tensing his muscles as his ear twitched downward, an irritated expression reflected on him. “What kind of act are you talking about? I can’t worry about my friend anymore, huh?”

What? Does he think you’re too weak? Pathetic? Does he think you need to be handheld every second of every hour? Coddled?

You grit your teeth, almost with enough strength to bite your tongue off if you really wanted to, brows furrowing as you glare at him. You’re so sick of his antics. Sick of that cocky attitude of his. It sucks, it sucks, it sucks.

Why can’t he drop his pride and that little ‘cool’ act of his for even a second? It’s so infuriating. It makes you sick.

His eyes meet yours, and you can almost see his demeanor falter for a moment right before his body tenses up, and his ears flick down, a growl growing upon his lips. “I mean it.” He snaps. “You’ll see just how fast I get it done without you lagging behind me the whole time. I don’t need you anyway…”

Is that so? You turn on your heel, rage fuelling every step you take on the hot sand as you try to get as far away from him as possible, the thought of even being around him making you nauseous within the moment.

“Huh?” Sonic says softly, clearly surprised as he tries to gather his thoughts quickly enough to form a sentence. “[Name].” Sonic says, remorse lacing his voice, but you don’t want to hear it. Not at all. 

He takes a few steps towards you, reaching out to your wrist as his fingers wrap around it. “[Name], c’mon, wa-”

With a fair bit of rough force, you tug your hand away from him, smacking his gloved hand away as you keep your stride going, refusing even to take a glimpse his way.

You leave Sonic standing there, left to fidget with the brown bandana set around his neck in impatience, tapping his foot repeatedly on the ground anxiously. Despite his irritation, he still has the words still bubbling inside his throat, threatening to come out.

“[Name],” Sonic says under his breath, even if he knows that you’re already far gone. Too far away to hear him.

“I’m sorry, [Name].”

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Scorched Hearts X

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Fearing for the lives of his wife and children, Aemond decides its time to return to Westeros.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Plots/Schemes, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Allusion to Smut.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 4950

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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Valaena sat by Lirri's bedside, her head resting on the edge of the bed, exhausted after days of worry.

Her hand was wrapped around Lirri's, never wanting to let go. She had fallen into a light sleep, her body and mind worn thin by the weight of everything that had happened.

Suddenly, she felt movement beneath her fingers. Valaena stirred, blinking awake, and looked down to see Lirri’s hand twitching in her grasp.

Heart pounding, she lifted her head and saw Lirri's eyes flutter open, the faintest hint of life returning to them.

“M-My l-lady” Lirri wheezed, her voice barely a whisper.

Valaena leaned closer, her own hand trembling as she gently squeezed Lirri’s.

"I’m here," she whispered, relief washing over her. "I’m right here."

Lirri gasped weakly, trying to speak through the haze of her slumber. "Mira-want husband-she-try to kill you."

Valaena leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of Lirri's hand. “It’s alright,” she whispered. “Mira’s dead. She won’t harm anyone ever again.”

A ghost of a smile touched Lirri’s lips, though she was still too weak to do more than whisper. “You-cut throat?”

Valaena’s expression softened, and she shook her head gently.

“Not exactly. There were-many cuts.” Her voice was low, but there was a sharp edge of darkness to it.

Lirri’s eyes filled with a hazy recognition. “I-drank wine-to save you,” she rasped, each word a slight struggle.

Valaena froze for a moment, her mind catching on what Lirri had said. “Wait-you knew it was poisoned? Yet you drank it anyway?”

Lirri gave a slight nod, her hand shaking as it squeezed Valaena’s in return. “I have-great love for you, my lady. I-I keep you safe.”

Tears welled in Valaena’s eyes, spilling over as she choked back a sob. “Oh, Lirri. How can I ever repay you for what you’ve done?”

Lirri’s weak fingers trembled in her grip, but the strength of her heart was clear as she whispered, “You-make me feel part of family. I-not alone-when I’m with you.”

Valaena’s chest tightened, her breath hitching as she looked at the woman who had risked everything to protect her.

"You are family, Lirri. You always will be." She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand. "But surely, there’s something I can do for you. Anything."

Lirri’s tired eyes flickered with a faint, fragile light, her grip loosening slightly as she whispered, “Just-live-my lady.”

Valaena nodded, her heart breaking as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Lirri’s fragile body.

She held her close, careful not to cause her any more harm, and felt Lirri's arms tighten weakly around her in return.

For a moment, they stayed like that—silent, holding each other—sharing the unspoken bond that had grown between them.

Valaena felt an immense sense of gratitude, knowing that no matter what the future held, Lirri would always be a part of her heart and her family.

"I will live, Lirri," Valaena whispered through her tears. "And I’ll make sure you always have a home with us."

Lirri closed her eyes, resting in the warmth of Valaena’s embrace, her breaths shallow but steady.

They were both tired, but for the first time in days, there was hope again.

Over the next few days, Lirri slowly regained her strength, though she still looked fragile, her movements careful and deliberate.

Valaena visited often, always accompanied by the children.

One morning, little Elaena toddled into the room, her tiny hands clutching a small bouquet of wildflowers.

Valaena followed close behind, her eyes warm as she watched the scene unfold.

“Fowers for Lirri,” Elaena declared proudly, holding out the flowers with a beaming smile.

Lirri, who was sitting in an armchair near the window, smiled tenderly as she took the flowers from Elaena’s outstretched hands.

"Thank you, sweet girl," she said softly, bringing the flowers to her nose. The simple gesture brought a brightness to her eyes.

Rhaegar then stepped forward, holding a small honey cake. His cheeks flushed slightly as he offered it to her.

“It’s honey cake,” he said, a little shyly. “It was bigger, but-I ate some.”

Lirri chuckled, her voice still weak but filled with affection. She reached out to take the cake, smiling as she asked, “Did you make it yourself?”

Rhaegar looked down at his feet, clearly embarrassed. “I did-but mama helped.”

Touched by their kindness, Lirri reached out and wrapped her arms around both Rhaegar and Elaena, pulling them into a gentle hug.

Her voice was soft as she whispered, “Shekh ma shieraki anni”

Elaena pulled back slightly, blinking up at Lirri with curiosity.

“What that?” she asked, her little face scrunched up as she tried to make sense of the unfamiliar words.

Before Lirri could answer, Rhaegar spoke, his voice quiet yet confident. “My sun and stars,”

Lirri’s eyes sparkled with surprise and joy. “You learn my language?” she asked, her voice tinged with emotion.

Rhaegar gave a small nod, still a bit shy. “Only a little bit. Mama helps.”

Lirri smiled warmly, her gaze shifting to Valaena. “That makes me very happy,” she said, her eyes softening.

Valaena, standing by the door, smiled gently. “I’m not very good at it, but it’s a start.”

Lirri shook her head slightly, her voice filled with quiet affection. “You are very kind, my lady,” she repeated, “You make me feel great joy in my heart”

As time passed, Lirri began to tire, her energy fading despite the warmth she felt from the children’s presence.

Valaena noticed and gently helped her to her feet, guiding her toward the bed. She pulled the sheets up and tucked them in around Lirri, making sure she was comfortable, with enough water by her bedside.

“I feel bad-you look after me,” Lirri whispered, her voice a little ragged but full of sincerity.

Valaena shook her head, her voice gentle. “It’s what family does. We look after one another.”

Lirri’s eyes filled with emotion, her breath hitching slightly. “My lady, you are-special. You make my heart-go very fast,” she confessed, her cheeks colouring ever so slightly.

Valaena chuckled softly, smoothing the blankets over Lirri’s frail form. “Get some rest,” she whispered. “I’ll have Arro pop by later if you’d like.”

Lirri’s blush deepened, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I would like that,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Later that night, Valaena lounged on her bed, a book resting in her lap, the warm glow of candlelight casting soft shadows across the room.

She was lost in the pages when the door burst open with a violent force, making her jump as Aemond strode in, his eye wide with urgency, his face tense and flushed.

"Get dressed and get the children," he demanded, his voice sharp and frenzied.

Valaena sprang to her feet, alarmed. "Why? What’s wrong?" she asked, her heart pounding as she hurriedly put the book aside.

"We're leaving," Aemond snapped, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now"

"L-Leaving?" Valaena’s voice trembled. "But Daenys is too young to fly, and Lirri has only just recovered—"

"We're not flying," he interrupted, his tone curt and final.

"But—" Valaena began, her mind racing with questions.

Aemond cut her off, his patience clearly fraying. "-Damn it-Do as you’re fucking told, Valaena!" He all but shouted, his frustration boiling over.

Swallowing the sting of his words, she nodded quickly and moved to dress. As she did, two maids hurried into the room, swiftly packing her belongings into trunks with frenzied hands.

Valaena watched them, her anxiety mounting. She glanced at Aemond, his figure rigid, his jaw clenched.

"What’s going on?" she asked again, her voice softer this time, almost pleading.

Aemond didn’t look at her as he barked, "Get the children and Lirri. Arro will escort you to the dock."

"T-The dock?" Valaena echoed, confusion and dread swirling in her chest. But before she could ask any more, Aemond pushed her out of the room, urgency radiating from every movement.

Arro was waiting for her outside. "Come, my lady," he said, his deep voice calm but insistent.

Valaena wasted no time as they hurried to the children’s nursery. She gently woke Rhaegar, who rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep.

"Mama, what’s happening?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Valaena stroked his hair, her own nerves barely contained. "We need to go, sweet boy. Come on."

Rhaegar struggled to keep his eyes open, his small body still heavy with exhaustion. Seeing this, Arro scooped him up into his arms.

Meanwhile, Elaena had begun to cry, clinging to Valaena’s gown with her tiny hands.

She refused to let go, her sobs quiet but heart-wrenching, making it a struggle for Valaena who was trying to reach for Daenys.

Arro stepped in again, offering to carry Daenys, who was still fast asleep, undisturbed by the commotion.

Valaena nodded, grateful for his help as she shifted Elaena into her arms, trying to calm her daughter’s whimpering.

Rhaegar, now more awake, looked up at her with wide, anxious eyes. "Where are we going, Mama?" he asked.

"I’m not sure," Valaena admitted, her voice tight with worry.

"B-But m-my toys!" Rhaegar protested, looking around the nursery as he clutched his stuffed dragon teddy.

Before Valaena could answer, the same two maids from earlier entered the room, hurriedly shoving the children’s belongings into trunks.

“Bankey-” whined Elaena.

Valaena pulled back the covers on Elaena’s bed and took the stitched bedraggled blanket and handed to her daughter who rubbed it over her face and held it close.

Arro, always calm and collected, urged them, "We must go, my lady. Hurry."

“Where are we going?” asked Rhaegar his arms clasped around Arro’s neck.

“Have no fear little dragon-everything will be ok” replied Arro softly.

Arro cautiously led the way out of the nursery with Rhaegar and Daenys held securely in his arms, pausing every so often to check that it was safe.

Valaena followed close behind, cradling Elaena, who had stopped crying but still clung tightly to her.

They made their way through the quiet, dimly lit halls to Lirri’s chambers. When they arrived, Lirri was already waiting on the bed with a leather satchel, dressed and alert despite her weakened state.

"Come quickly, Lirri," Arro urged. "We must go-"

Valaena quickly reached for Lirri’s hand, helping her to her feet, the satchel slipping from her grasp until Valaena caught it and handed it back.

“Thank you my lady” whispered Lirri.

Together, they followed Arro out of the manse and into the dark streets, moving swiftly but cautiously.

Valaena’s heart raced, her mind spinning with unanswered questions.

"Where is Aemond?" she asked Arro, her voice filled with rising panic.

"Do not worry, my lady," Arro replied, his tone steady and reassuring, though it did little to ease her growing fear.

The streets of Qarth were eerily quiet, the moonlight casting long shadows as they hurried toward the docks.

Soon, they arrived to find a single ship waiting for them.

Valaena quickly grasped Lirri’s hand and pulled her out of the way as a horse and cart sped past, only for it to come to an abrupt stop, the coachman jumped down and men from the ship immediately began loading the trunks and supplies onto the ship, moving with a sense of urgency that only deepened Valaena’s dread.

Arro, carrying the children, led them aboard.

Valaena looked around, her thoughts racing. "What about Vhagar, Silverwing, and the hatchlings?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Arro paused, setting Rhaegar down and gently handing Daenys to Lirri. He pulled back a tarp to reveal the hatchlings, each in wooden cages.

"Already aboard, my lady," he said.

Valaena felt a wave of relief wash over her, but it was fleeting.

 "Just what exactly is going on?" she pressed, her voice tense with fear and frustration.

But Arro didn’t answer. Instead, he moved swiftly to the captain, giving instructions to make ready to sail.

"No! I’m not leaving without Aemond!" cried Valaena, her heart pounding in her chest.

But then.

"Daddy!" Elaena said, her tiny voice cutting through the night.

Valaena turned to see Aemond boarding the ship, his eye scanning the deck before settling on them.

He strode toward them quickly, taking Elaena into his arms. "Tell the captain to set sail," he ordered, his tone firm.

Valaena watched him, her fear momentarily soothed by his presence, but the gnawing dread hadn’t left.

"Aemond, will you tell me what’s going on?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.

"Let’s get the children and Lirri settled below," Aemond replied, avoiding the question for now.

He gave the command to unfurl the sails, and the ship began to move away from the dock, the sails catching the night breeze as they set out into the dark waters.

Once the children were settled with Lirri in a quiet cabin below deck, and Arro stood guard outside, Valaena’s nerves had not settled.

She glanced at the sleeping children and then looked to Lirri, who gave her a small, reassuring smile despite the exhaustion still evident in her eyes.

But Valaena couldn’t find peace. Aemond had been tense, evasive, and now her mind raced with unanswered questions. She stood, determined to get answers.

She found Aemond waiting for her outside the cabin, his posture rigid, as if he were still preparing for a fight.

He didn’t speak, simply reached for her hand and guided her to their assigned quarters. Once inside, he turned to her.

"Wait for me," he said in a low voice, his gaze intense but revealing little else.

Valaena opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, he quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

She stood there, stunned for a moment, before she began pacing. The rocking of the ship beneath her feet only heightened the unease brewing inside her.

She moved to the small port hole and peered out into the night. Above the dark waters, she could just make out the silhouettes of Vhagar and Silverwing flying overhead, their forms cutting through the sky.

Valaena closed her eyes and reached out through her bond with Silverwing, and in return her dragon gave a loud roar, the sound almost soothing as it echoed through the air.

It felt like an eternity before Aemond finally returned. The moment he stepped inside, Valaena rushed him, her words coming out in a frantic tumble.

"What’s going on, Aemond? Why did we have to leave so suddenly? You need to tell me—"

Aemond closed the door, cutting her off with a quiet, yet firm finality. He moved to the bed, his face serious, and sat down.

"We needed to leave," he said softly, but there was a weight to his words. "I couldn’t risk anything happening to you or the children."

Valaena blinked, her confusion only deepening. "What are you talking about?" she asked, crossing her arms in frustration.

Aemond let out a long breath before he began. "For the past few weeks, Arro and I have been quietly looking into Mira’s background. Where she came from-" His voice held an edge, like he was still unravelling the pieces in his mind.

"Mira?" Valaena frowned, her mind going back to the maid who she had killed. "I was sure she said she was an only child, and both her parents were dead."

"That much was true," Aemond confirmed. "But what we found out was that she was part of a cult."

"A cult?" Valaena's voice rose with disbelief. "What do you mean, a cult?"

Aemond stood and began to remove his weapons and cloak, his expression darkening. "They believe those who ride dragons are gods and they worship them as such."

Valaena’s mind spun with the implications. "Targaryen’s have always believed themselves closer to gods than men, but what does that have to do with Mira?"

Aemond sat down heavily, his eye sharp as he spoke. "Mira wasn’t just a servant. She was some kind of chosen one. Her purpose-it seems, was to bear a dragonseed."

Realization dawned on Valaena like a cold wave crashing over her. "She wanted you to give her a child," she whispered.

Aemond nodded grimly. "As far as we know, only a Targaryen can ride a dragon-”

“But there are no riderless dragons” replied Valaena.

“Well, if she had succeeded in killing you, then Silverwing would have been without a rider."

Valaena felt her heart sink. "You said you feared for the children?"

"Yes," Aemond said, his voice tight with anger. "Mira was part of a cult. Which means there are other members. Any one of them could have taken her place. And if they couldn’t, they might have resorted to other methods-"

"-Like taking one of the children," Valaena finished, her voice hollow as the gravity of the situation hit her.

Aemond nodded, his expression hardening. "Our children have more dragon's blood than a dragonseed. They could have taken one of the children for sure-"

Valaena began pacing the room, her thoughts spinning faster. "No," she said after a few minutes. "They wouldn’t have taken one of the children. It would be pointless."

Aemond’s brows furrowed. "Why?"

"They would have had to wait years for a child to grow up. Why wait when there’s someone else of a more appropriate age?"

Aemond stared at her for a moment before the realization hit him. "You mean me."

Valaena sat on the bed and nodded. "You’ve already sired children, proving yourself fertile. It takes a woman nine moons to birth a child, but a man can sire as many as he wants, as often as he can. They could have sent Mira to seduce you, then they might have taken you—forced you to become some kind of sex slave to seed multiple women."

Aemond sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing what Valaena had just said. "Did you just say I’d have been made into a sex slave for multiple women?" His voice was incredulous, but there was a glint of amusement behind his eye.

Valaena, realizing how absurd the thought sounded, couldn’t help but smile. "Yes. Why?"

Aemond grinned wickedly as he lay back on the bed, pulling her down with him. "I think it might have been a mistake to kill Mira you know-" he teased.

Valaena swatted at him playfully, rolling on top of him. "Oi! Cheeky! This is serious!"

Aemond laughed, his arms wrapping around her. "You know you’re the only one for me," he whispered.

Valaena smirked, leaning down to kiss him. "Oh, I don’t know. You seemed to like the idea of being chained up and used for your seed."

Aemond hummed thoughtfully. "Only if you’re the one chaining me up, my love."

She kissed him again before moving off him and lying beside him, her head resting on his chest.

"But why did we have to leave so suddenly?" she asked, her tone more serious now.

Aemond’s hand rested in her hair as he spoke. "I can’t prove it, but it’s possible that the Prince of Qarth knew about the cult or was involved in some capacity"

Valaena’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You’re kidding."

"I wish I was," Aemond said darkly. "But I’m not, you remember how generous he was when we first arrived-"

“-In exchange for the dragons guarding the city”

“No one is that generous, not without purpose anyway-” said Aemond firmly

Valaena let out a frustrated laugh. "We’ve lived here almost five years, and we’ve never had an issue with him."

"A snake in the grass, waiting to strike," Aemond said, his voice low with suspicion.

Valaena chuckled softly. "That’s what Daemon used to say about your grandsire."

Aemond rolled his eye. "How original of him."

"You should have heard what else he called him," Valaena teased. "He had a whole litany of insults reserved exclusively for Otto."

Aemond smirked. "I can only imagine."

“He had a fair few for you and your brother’s too” said Valaena thoughtfully.

"The point is," Aemond said, his voice turning serious again, "I couldn’t take the risk. We had to leave before something happened, so me and Arro started planning, just in case we needed to make a hasty get away-"

“Could have told me about it first” exclaimed Valaena.

“I did not mean to worry you, but I couldn’t risk anyone finding out about it-”

“Are you sure the people on this ship are trustworthy, how do you know their not part of that cult?” asked Valaena furrowing her eyebrows.

“Because there is a way to identify them”

“How?” asked Valaena curiously.

“They each have a small tattoo, an upside down triangle, with a line through it that connects all three points, they called it a dragons eye”.

“Mira had one, on the inside of her wrist, she told me she got it when she used to be a slave” said Valaena thoughtfully.

“If she ever was one-” muttered Aemond.

“If what you’ve told me is true then I’m glad were out of there”

Aemond propped himself up on his elbow and gently stroked Valaena’s face “If anything had happened to you or the children, I swear I would’ve turned Qarth into the next Harrenhal-”

“-And if anything would’ve happened to you then I too would lay waste to the entire fucking city-lets see the cult worship dragon riders after that-”

Aemond nodded. "-They may have wanted the blood of the dragon, but they’d be ill-prepared for the fire that would have reigned down upon them-"

The journey back to Westeros stretched on for over four long, arduous months. The sea was often unforgiving, with unfavourable weather forcing the ship to take a number of detours.

After navigating away from the coast of Qarth, the first major stop came at New Ghis, where they resupplied for the next big leg of the voyage.

The captain, cautious and superstitious, refused to sail through the Smoking Sea, forcing them to make the long sail around the ruins of Old Valyria.

As the ancient, ominous shores passed in the distance, the sense of history weighed heavily on both Aemond and Valaena.

As they both knew their ancestors had come from those same lands, which were now reduced to ruin and stories of legend.

At Volantis, they spent a few days ashore, grateful for a chance to stretch their legs and rest. The massive Black Walls of Volantis were an imposing sight, but the city’s exotic bazaars and culture offered a welcome distraction.

They resupplied once more and continued onward, stopping briefly at Lys, where the children marvelled at the turquoise waters and brightly coloured buildings, and then at Tyrosh, before heading to Pentos, a place where Valaena knew Daemon had spent much of his time.

The sail was tough on everyone. The children, though excited at first, quickly grew restless on the ship. Aemond and Valaena did their best to keep them occupied.

Rhaegar, despite his young age, showed an eagerness to train, so Aemond often spent time sparring with him and Arro on the ship’s deck whenever the weather permitted.

Elaena and Daenys were harder to manage, though their toys provided some comfort. Daenys, who was thriving as a lively and curious babe, babbled constantly and squealed with joy whenever her father or mother came near.

Her chubby hands would often reach for Aemond, who would lift her up high, her giggles filling the salty sea air as well as copious amounts of drool as she was teething.

The long journey proved beneficial to Lirri as by the time they reached Pentos, she had fully recovered from her poisoning, the colour returned to her cheeks, and her energy restored.

She was a strong presence in the children’s lives, often playing with them or telling them stories from her homeland.

Above the ship, Vhagar and Silverwing patrolled the skies. The dragons frequently skimmed the sea’s surface, hunting young whales and sharks, before retreating to distant shorelines to feast.

They would always return, their shadows passing over the ship in lazy circles, providing a constant sense of protection.

Of course, there were ways to pass the time aboard a ship as Valaena and Aemond often found themselves sequestered away in their cabin together, as they indulged in their shared pleasure, with Aemond often fucking Valaena into the mattress, his cock pounding inside of her in a series of deep penetrating thrusts.

Gods he was ravenous, his desire for her unrestrained and relentless, reaching for her multiple times in a night or any time the mood struck him, not that Valaena was any better, especially when she would watch him train and the sight of the sweat running down his lithe muscled frame made her cunt throb with need, so she would often drag him off to their cabin and ride him like an unclaimed dragon.

With moontea in short supply on the voyage, it came as no surprise that by the time they docked in Pentos, Valaena’s belly had begun to swell with another of child of Aemond’s.

Aemond was quietly proud, and the thought of his seed taking root again drove him feral with need while Valaena pretended to be outraged but secretly she was pleased, the mother in her already loving the child growing within her.

Pentos, with its majestic palaces and beautiful canals, was a sight to behold, though it didn’t take long for Valaena to become displeased with the city's reliance on slavery.

"I want to free them all," she confessed to Aemond one evening, her tone resolute as she watched the slaves toiling under the warm Pentosi sun.

Aemond listened, understanding her desire, but he gently reminded her, "It’s an admirable goal, my love, but it’s not something we can accomplish now. Mayhaps in the future, one of our descendants will rise to such power, and they’ll be granted the title of Breaker of Chains."

His words calmed her, but the fire of rebellion flickered in her eyes.

Still, their time in Pentos, surrounded by luxury and beauty, reinvigorated them all. After several days of rest, it was finally time to board the ship once more for the last leg of their journey.

As they stood on the deck, with the Pentosi sun setting behind them, Valaena looked out toward the horizon, her hand resting protectively on her growing belly.

The next stop was King’s Landing. It had been years since she had been home, and she couldn’t help but wonder how much had changed in their absence, and if her mother and brothers would be happy to see her or furious at the circumstances of her disappearance.

Aemond stood beside her, his hand finding hers as the ship began to pull away from the dock.

The familiar sense of duty settled over him as they sailed toward Kings Landing, the unknown future stretching out before them like the endless sea.

Rhaenyra sat at the head of the council table, growing increasingly frustrated as the voices of her advisors filled the chamber with bickering.

They argued over which petitions from the smallfolk deserved the most attention—some clamouring for a reduction in grain taxes, while others argued for relief from the high cost of bread.

The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms had been listening for what felt like hours, though her patience was waning.

Across the room, Daemon stood lazily against one of the stone pillars, his invisible eyebrows furrowed in irritation as he picked at his nails.

He seemed just as uninterested in the squabble as she was.

At the table, Jace amused himself by spinning his council ball in its plate, barely paying attention to the ongoing arguments.

Lord Corlys Velaryon, sitting beside him, tapped his cane impatiently, the rhythmic sound echoing in the chamber.

Rhaenys, the hand of the Queen, was absentmindedly fiddling with her rings, only half-listening as Thaddeus Rowan, the Master of Laws, and Isembard Arryn, the Master of Coin, continued to debate heatedly.

Across the table, Daeron Targaryen, the Commander of the City Watch, adjusted his golden cloak with idle hands, clearly bored as was grand maester Gerardys.

Rhaenyra could take no more. Slapping her hand on the table, the sound reverberated through the council chamber, silencing the arguments instantly.

"Enough!" she declared, her voice sharp with authority. "The realm has known nothing but peace for nearly six years under my reign, and I will not risk the ire of the smallfolk by increasing taxes on food and grain. There has to be another way to save coin."

Isembard Arryn, always quick to speak his mind, leaned forward with a wry smile. "Perhaps you should start with your brother, Prince Aegon, Your Grace. The money you'd save from rationing his wine habit alone would fill the coffers three times over."

A few of the lords around the table, Staunton and Darklyn among them, coughed to cover their amusement.

Even Rhaenys cracked the barest hint of a smile, though Rhaenyra only sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration.

Before she could respond, the large double doors of the council chamber burst open. Ser Erryk Cargyll strode in hurriedly, his expression tense.

"Apologies for the interruption, Your Grace, but Vhagar and Silverwing have been sighted."

The room fell into stunned silence. Rhaenyra, rising to her feet, stared at him, her heart quickening. "W-What did you just s-say?"

"Vhagar and Silverwing, Your Grace-" Ser Erryk repeated, out of breath. "They are flying over Blackwater Bay, above a lone galleon—flying the banner of a three-headed red and black dragon-"

TBC

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FIRST ASK WITH THE NEW MEMBER OD THE TEAM! 🎉🎉🎉 (Welcome Destined One + Black Myth!)

So, how would the Wukong react to seeing Y/N (Gender Not Important) getting bullyed/h*rras*d by a definetly no-good Ex?

(How no-good Ex? Well... think of Zeus. That's your answear)

Oh boi Death all I see is death💀

(Lmk Wukong) He'll be passive-aggressive with your ex at first. Being condescending and insulting your ex-boyfriend will pretend to be reasonable, but the second that bastard touches you will be the last time your ex will have hands.

(HIB Wukong) Oh man, your ex has to be stupid to go and Harass you around him. I mean, we all saw what happened when hun Dun brought harm to his kids, I do not even want to think about what he would do to your ex. When he finds out that you were hurt by your ex-boyfriend, and if he was to leave a scar well There will be hell to pay.

(MKR Wukong) YOUR EX WILL BE A BLOOD STAIN IN THE GRASS WHEN WUKONG IS DONE WITH HIM!!!!!😡 Wukong is a a**hole himself sometimes, but at least he knows and tries to make it up to you. Your ex thinks he's the victim and tries to make you pay for it. Now he knows you can take care of yourself, but then your ex just had to hit you. He totally lost himself and Launch Himself at your eggs and proceeded to mual him. It took you, pigsy, sandy, and even the monk to pull him off your exes corpse, At least they won't be bothering you anymore😬😥

(NR Wukong) You see that Gif up there☝️ That's what happened to your ex the second he laid a hand on you. Your ex-boyfriend had a lot of nerve showing up to your house, especially when he was home with you, but to actively try to drag you out of your house and back to him. It happened so fast, Wukong threw a piece of metal out of knowhere in the speed of light and right through the bastard's throat, and that was it. You had forgotten he could do that, and you were glad your husband had your back that whole time.

(Netflix Wukong) Your ex has to be brave or stupid because Wukong does not play when it comes to you. You were trying to hide a Injury you receive when you run into your ex for the 4th time, They've been but trying to bully you back into the relationship, and Lin had been telling you to tell Wukong but you said you can handle it. Unfortunately for you, believe it or not, it was Dragon King that told Wukong about your ex's excessive harassment and the next thing you knew, you never saw that guy again. You ask Wukong about what he did, and to this day, he never gave you a straight answer.

(BMW Wukong) God helps those who disrespect the queen. Wukong is a lot of things, but stupid ain't one of them, like You can make all the excuses all you want , but he immediately knows what happened and your ex will meet his end. He's gonna want retribution, and he will get it as the king demands it, and he will also comfort but scold you for not telling him sooner.

(The Destined one) He's calm until he's not. He heard your Altercation from outside you guy's home and found you yelling at a man. He quickly knows that's your ex because of the stories he would silently listen to, and he stepped out of the house just to see you get slapped. Something in his brain flipped at switch, and then he found himself choking the bastard. He whispered to your ex boyfriend That if he ever came back, he would f*cking kill them. After that, he would cuddle you as your breathing calms down, happy to know he's their for you.

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Healing Kiss

Jack Dawson x Female Reader

Summary: y/n is Struggling™ and in hospital, can her best friend and doctor heal her?

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of self harm, suicide attempt, sexual and physical abuse, blood and bruises, semi smut. If any of this gets to you, please don't read, it is a STRONG theme. Stay safe <3

Author's Note: ... I got issues, m'kay? Anyway this fic is a little old but I'm finally publishing it. As always if you like it, please reblog, and if you want to be tagged in my fics please click here!! Thank you <3

Jack had never been so terrified in his life. It was just another Thursday night, when the blond man walked up to Y/N's door and knocked, grateful to have a moment free for his best friend. But instead of her bright face opening the door, Jack was greeted by an eerie silence. After waiting for a few minutes and eternity, dread filled his chest. He knew that Y/N was going to be home, the plan was for Jack to come over so you could get his opinion on your latest poem. Y/N doesn't back out of plans.

Jack called out, and for a moment he calmed down, tried to rationalize. Maybe Y/N had lost track of the days again, as often happens when she's writing. But instead of silence, this time he heard a small voice through the walls, calling his name like a question. Without hesitation, Jack broke through the door and ran to Y/N's room.

He'd never been scared of blood before.

The carriage jostled as the horses sped towards the hospital, and a groan escaped your lips at the movement. You kept hearing Jack whispering to you.

“Eyes open, Y/N, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open, please. Please.” His voice broke on the last word. You wanted to answer, to keep your eyes open, but you were so tired, and sleep was so welcoming. You wanted to slip into that abyss, the nothingness of the black ink behind your eyes. Maybe, if you just let the pain go, you could sleep forever. That was the latest plan. But the carriage jostled and bruises collided with floor and you whimpered. There was no rest. But by the time you got to the hospital, you were unconscious.

You woke up with a headache. Such was expected, after the night you had had. The night before came crashing back into your mind, five times worse than the headache. Tom. The fight. Hiding in your bedroom. Tears streaming down your face and a hollow ache of numbness settling over you.

You raised a hand to rub your head when you noticed the bandages. Shame settled deep into your bones and tears sprang to your eyes. What had you done? You took a bad situation and made it so much worse. You shouldn't have fought back. No, you shouldn't blame yourself. Both thoughts spun around in equal measure, making you feel dizzy. What would your family think? What will happen when Tom finds out? Who found you?

Jack.

Oh no, not Jack, you thought. The tears came harder, dehydration be damned, you couldn't stop. The nastiness of your mind started up again. He hates you now, he feels sorry for you, he's going to leave you, you've disappointed him, he doesn't care about you like that and you know it, and he never will now. You started to gasp for air when you heard the door creak open just enough to see Jack's eyes peer through, not wanting to disturb you if you were asleep. You couldn't fake it fast enough.

The door opened wider as Jack walked inside. In just a few strides, he was at your bedside, and for a second you thought you saw him hesitate to come closer.

“How are you this morning?” Jack voice was steel as he clenched his jaw and looked to the ceiling, playing the clinical doctor, not the terrified friend.

“Jack. I'm so sorry.” You said, softly, scarcely concealing the hurt in your heart. You didn't want the voices inside to be true.

Jack nodded once. Twice. And then he kept nodding, as if the more he nodded, the more sense it would make. The nodding turned into a shake and he looked at you with fierce eyes.

“Why?” he asked, anger covering fear as well as a band-aid covers a bullet hole. “Dear God, why?! What happened?” Hesitation gone as he sat down on your bed, taking one hand in his. “Y/N, please, tell me what's going on. You haven't been yourself for months now and I didn't know what to think, and now this?” He took a breath, and shamed still prevented you from looking at his face. “Please, tell me what brought you such pain that you thought death would be better. I'll take care of it, please, just-” You'd never heard the self proclaimed artful dodger's voice break before. “Just don't leave me.” He pressed your knuckled to his forehead, and for a second, the pain of the night before didn't seem to hurt.

You didn't see a way around it. You had to tell someone the truth or you'd burst, and you trusted Jack more than you trusted yourself. After a moment, you took a breath and began to speak.

“Tom. He-” Jack's face hardened immediately at the name of your fiance. He'd never liked the man, half because his gut told him he couldn't be trusted, and half because he was betrothed to the woman he loved. “He attacked me. When I told him the wedding was off. He- he pushed me against the wall, said that I had just been leading him on, that he could make me his wife one way or another, a- a- and and then-” your breathing was coming fast and you could feel a panic attack coming on.

It took Jack a moment to realize what was going on, as he was lost in his confusion. Since when was the wedding off? Who would be dumb enough to attack high nobility such as yourself? What did he mean- oh hell no. The rage came quickly and diminished just as fast when he saw you gasping for breath.

“Y/N/N, breath, everything is alright, calm down. Breath with me. You are safe, you are here with me.” You had told Jack once about the panic attacks, the way it felt like you where drowning in air, anxiety rising over and killing you. You'd explained what helped you through them, even though medically speaking, you sounded crazy. But Jack trusted you, would never think you crazy and would do anything to see you smile.

Jack repositioned himself to hold you against his chest, too scared to squeeze hard, even if that's what you'd previously instructed him to do. The sound of his heartbeat and movement of his chest under you calmed you down a bit, and the hysterical crying and panic dulled to simple tears. You continued talking.

“I was so scared. So I ran into my bedroom, and locked the door. But I could hear him screaming and feel him slamming against the door against my back. And it occurred to me that I can't run from him, Jack. He was right, I'm going to be his one way or another. I just couldn't do it, I couldn't take it. He repulses me, I just...” you stopped talking for a moment in the hopes the tremble in your voice would calm. It didn't. “I just feel like the only way to be free of him is...” you trailed off, leaving Jack to fill in the blank.

Jack pulled back and looked you in the eye.

“No. No, your death is not the answer. Tom, on the other hand...” Jack trailed off. You wanted to be scared but couldn't find the sympathy within you, drained of emotions from the panic attack. “There'll be a way. We will find one. Just don't leave. I cannot fathom a life without you.”

The tears in Jack's eyes only furthered those in yours, until the pair of you were holding each other and sobbing. Jack held you tighter, and for a moment it was comforting, until you breathed in and the pressure hurt the bruises on your waist and hip, making you gasp.

“What's wrong?” Jack asked, immediately springing to his feet and checking both your bandages, but no blood seeped through.

“Nothing, just a bruise, I think.” You said. Only it wasn't just a bruise, it was the mother of all bruises, and you were scared to think of how bad the damage would have been had you not been wearing a full skirt and corset.

“Where.” Jack's question was more of a statement, doctor mode activated.

“My waist and hip.”

You weren't expecting a small blush to appear on Jack's cheeks, but the sight made your heart leap. How could the smallest flush of colour be so adorable and attractive in equal measure?

“Is it alright if I take a look?”

You hated the thought of anyone seeing your body, let alone the person you loved seeing the markings of the man who hurt you, but you also knew you were in hospital and this was your doctor concerned for your health. You pushed down the blankets, and Jack gave you the slightest nod to double check if it was OK. When you nodded back, Jack took the edges of your nightie and slowly and gently pulled it up, fingers softly grazing your skin.

Jack sharply gasped when he saw the bruises, a deep blue and black spreading from your just below your waistline across most of your right hip, and a smaller purple bruise on your lower ribcage. He lightly touched the skin around the bruising on your hip.

“Y/N/N,” Jack said softly, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You took that the wrong way.

“I know. Alright? I know, it's ugly, I'm ugly, and I'm scarred, I'm damaged.” Jack looked up at you with those big eyes that you loved, care and concern brimming his eyes as the words you'd been keeping flowed out. “I hate this all so much. I hate the bruises, the scars, I hate how I feel unsafe in my own mind, that I am unsafe in my own home. I hate how one minute we're all children, safe and adored, and bruises can be solved with a quick kiss better, and the next we're adults, the bruises last and kisses complicate.” You sniffled. “I wish all this could be healed so simply as a kiss better.” You went to wipe your eyes, but Jack beat you too it, quick as a flash, drying your tears and looking into your eyes with a playful smirk. Though he was too scared to let it show, his heart was nearly beating out of his chest as he spoke.

“I'm not magic, but as your doctor, I'd like to give it a shot.”

“What?” you asked, heart caught in your throat, assuming he was kidding or just about to kiss your cheek.

“A kiss.” You looked at each other for a moment. “To stop the pain.” Jack clarified, backtracking with fear. You merely nodded.

The hand that was cupping your cheeks after drying your tears softly trailed down your arm, turning it over so the bandage covering the cut was facing him. Jack raised your arm to his lips, and though you couldn't feel it past the bandage, you fought yourself to maintain composure. Jack turned your arm back and held your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. He looked into your eyes as he brushed his lips against your knuckles. His lips were soft as they touched your fingers, and you were speechless. A small shiver worked it's way down your spine.

You mistakenly thought Jack would stop there, but Dodger was nothing if not bold as he shimmed back to kiss around your bruised waist. Feather-light fingers gently touched you before settling on your waist, as he lowered his mouth to the top of your bruise, just under your ribs. Small pecks peppered all around your bruise, inching lower, until the kisses became more. More sure, more of a kiss than a peck, but light enough to leaving you longing. By the time Jack had gotten to the base of your bruise, you were breathing hard and suppressing a moan by biting your lip as one of his hands was on your inner knee, the other near your bruise, partly on your hip, partly on your ass. He slowed down slightly, looking up at you with what could only be described as hunger and desperation, as though he'd been wanting you for so long that he could barely contain himself.

“Jack-” you whispered.

There was a knock on the front door and Jack barely had time to pull your nightgown back over your legs and sit up when Hetty came in.

“Sir, we've got-” Hetty faltered for only a moment upon seeing your flushed cheeks and Jack's red lips and ruffled shirt. “Ah, we've got three new patients for you to see before midday, if you're free soon?”

You were mad at Hetty for interrupting, but grateful for her grace and tact.

“Yes, yes of course, I was almost on my way out, just give me one moment with Miss Y/L/N, please.”

Hetty lowered her head and closed the door behind her.

For a minute, neither of you could look each other in the eye, too scared of what you'd show and what you would or wouldn't see back. Jack broke the silence.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “Er, if you need anything, at anytime, call the nurses and ask for me, alright? Even if you start to feel distressed for only a moment, even from your own mind, call for me. I don't want you to be alone right now. I-I can't let you get hurt, Y/N. You're-” he stopped himself before he could say 'my world', adding instead “you mean too much to me.”

And with that, Jack slipped out of the room, leaving you to analyze the kisses. You already felt better.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Where do we go from here - Part 1

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2764

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

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Empty.

That’s how you felt. Empty and utterly exhausted. Your eyes were dried and throat scratchy from all the crying, body aching with pain and mind a foggy haze. Forty eight hours it had been since you received the news of the car crash.

James Rhodes. Your husband. Dead.

Pepper Potts. Your best friend. Dead.

You received a call from the hospital while you were wrapping James’ birthday present. A birthday that never arrived. Instead a funeral did. Two consecutive ones. You hadn’t felt grief like this ever.

The service ended, you shook hands and hugged countless people, nodding along as they offered condolences, wanting nothing more than to head home, crash in your bed and never wake up. But you couldn’t. There was another funeral you had to attend, your best friend Pepper’s, you didn’t know if you could go through it all again.

But you had to.

A couple of moments later, you managed to slip away and found yourself sitting on a bench overlooking the graves. The day was actually sunny and bright, wildflowers littered along the gravestones as a gentle breeze blew. What a day for a funeral, you thought sadly.

Not long after you sat, you smelled cigarette smoke in the air before Tony Stark took a seat next to you. Tony was one of your closest family friends, well, he was your husband’s best friend. They practically grew up together, went to school, university and eventually ended up buying houses close to each other too. By way of default, when Pepper and him got married, it brought the four of you closer. She was your best friend and James was his.

It was perfect.

Your mind went back to the last dinner the four of you had at your place, it was only three days ago. Just a day before the accident.

“Here’s to celebrating milestones in friendships!”

James raised his whiskey glass, making you, Tony and Pepper follow suit before you clinked them together with warm smiles. You had cooked a nice dinner to celebrate a year of moving into this home you shared with your loving husband. It may as well have been just an excuse to get together with your friends, which happened too often.

“Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was delicious. And the blueberry pie too! It is Tony’s favorite.” Pepper announced, making you smile at her husband who returned it, albeit reluctantly. There was something about the way he looked at you, it made you nervous, not in a bad way, per se. It was like he could stare into soul.

“It’s Y/N’s favorite as well.” James chimed in, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

While you cleaned up in the kitchen, Pepper coaxed James to let her take the new SUV out for a spin. She had been trying to persuade Tony to get the same model but apparently he wasn’t too keen on letting his Audi R8 go.

“You think I could sneak in an extra piece of pie?” Tony’s voice took you by surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh! I thought you went along with James and Pep?”

“I mean it was either a piece of pie or Pepper yapping my ear off about how my R8 isn’t exactly ‘fit to be a family car’.” he shrugged, making you chuckle as you took out the remaining pie from the fridge and cut him another slice.

You were suddenly aware of your heartbeat as Tony leaned over to grab the plate from you, the close proximity unfamiliarly welcoming. His fingers grazed over yours ever so lightly, leaving their presence to linger.

What was even going on?

Tony was a good-looking man, there wasn’t a question. He had a handsome face with an impeccably maintained beard that only seemed to suit him best. And his eyes. A light brew of your favorite coffee, the brown doe eyes held as much kindness as they held self assurance. Deep down, you felt an attraction towards the man. It was harmless, wasn’t it?

Only time would tell.

“Y/N?” Tony’s fingers snapped you back to reality, making you realize he had asked you a question.

“Yeah?”

“You went into one of your zones again, didn’t you?” He smiled, taking a bite of the pie and letting out a moan of delight.

“Sorry. One of my zones?”

“Yeah. Your mind tends to wander off when the conversation isn’t interesting for you. I’ve observed.” He wasn’t wrong. The fact that he noticed and pointed it out made your cheeks flush.

“Sorry about that. It’s nothing really. I was just thinking about the time we first got together. I—I mean the four of us.”

“Right. It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was at one of your famous parties. I walked in looking to have a good time, you and I had one too many whiskies and the next thing I know Pepper dragged you back to your house and James ended up dropping me home. And the rest is history.”

“The rest is history.” Tony repeated with a small chuckle as memories of that evening played out in his head.

“Sometimes I wonder if…um. Nevermind.” He shrugged, cutting his sentence short leaving you to frown.

“If what? Go on.”

You saw him take in a deep breath, release it slowly before facing you fully after he kept the plate away.

“I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing truly worked out for us. Or we just settled because it was obvious.”

Tony’s words stuck with you long after that night was over. As did the look he gave you. It had longing and hints of regret. Something that reflected in your eyes as well.

You must’ve been crying again because Tony reached out to wipe tears that had escaped, offering you a cigarette which you accepted, filling your lungs with smoke and closing your eyes.

“You know, I spent half of yesterday just staring at my bottle of sleeping pills, wondering if it would hurt less if I just took them.” you murmured, staring into the distance. The void inside your chest seemed perpetual and only growing, there was no relief, no end to this pain.

Tony remained silent, he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. But you couldn’t tell. He slid closer, placing his arm over the backrest of the bench.

“I need to speak to you about the accident, Y/N. I found out some things that you have the right to know too.” his brown eyes bore into yours, letting you know the urgency in his voice.

“Tell me now.” Shaking his head, Tony stubbed his cigarette and got up.

“Tomorrow. Come home and we’ll talk.”

“But it’s Pepper’s funeral–”

“I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Tomorrow.”

You were taken aback, watching him walk towards his car before driving off while you sat on the bench, a mess of complex emotions.

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Your right foot was bouncing against the sofa as you waited for Tony, his house felt oddly quiet and dark now that Pepper was no longer around. Safe to say your own home wasn’t exactly in the best condition either. You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned, or had a proper meal.

He returned with a familiar looking overnight bag, some papers and a phone. As he laid them out in front of you, a pit began forming in your stomach. This couldn’t be what you were thinking it could be. It couldn’t.

“This is what they recovered from the accident. The bag was in the trunk, the phone was found a few feet away and this.”

He handed you the papers first, it looked like a confirmation of a hotel booking, a hotel located just on the outskirts of the town. It was booked under James Rhodes. Why would he check into a hotel when he was supposed to be out of town for a conference?

“I don’t understand..” you trailed off, not really wanting to know the details but Tony handed you the phone next. What you read, broke your heart into a million pieces. The doubts that you tried to push down resurfaced and had materialized right in front of your eyes.

They were chats. Chats between Pepper and James. Your husband and Tony’s wife.

Your eyes burned but no tears came, you felt betrayed, hurt and angry like you hadn’t ever. It was months and months of private conversations between them, you hadn’t even noticed Pepper’s name saved with a heart emoji on James’s phone, right below was your last message to him, checking up on him to see if he reached safely.

You turned to look at Tony who sat with his arms crossed, jaw ticking and hands balled up against his sides. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head before getting up to stand in front of the window that overlooked their huge backyard.

“Why didn’t–um, why didn’t the cops bring this to me?” you found your voice again but barely recognized it. It was hoarse from lack of use and weak, fearful of what you’d hear next.

“I asked them not to,” he replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Why? Seriously? You think you would’ve handled it well, Y/N? Given the things you said to me, I would be arranging for a third funeral right about now!” Tony didn’t mean to yell, but he did, because he shared your hurt and pain. He immediately regretted it watching you crumble on the floor, clutching the phone to your chest as you sobbed.

Dropping on his knees, he gathered you in his arms and let you cry, your tears soaked his shirt as you wept, body racking in pain while he held you. Your breath was still uneven but your tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a million questions.

“It had been going on for longer than a year, Y/N.” as if reading your mind, Tony mumbled, his voice muffled against your hair.

“I don’t want to believe it, Tony.”

He hugged you tighter, providing you the comfort you needed, wanted even, his presence grounded you, his scent calmed you.

“You’re staying here.” he declared once you separated, wiping tears from your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I–I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you’re going to. You’re hurting, Y/N. We both are. I don’t think I could live with myself with you gone as well. I can’t.” Tony whispered, resting his forehead against yours, pleading you to stay.

He was right. You couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that house which you shared with James, your husband, also the man who had been cheating on you with your best friend for months. Given a choice, you would probably set it on fire to bury all the memories and destroy them. It wasn’t your happy home anymore.

“Will you stay?”

You nodded as he helped you back up, walking you up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Wait, I can’t stay in the–”

“The guest bedroom is on your left. I’ve been sleeping there. I’ll take the other one. I can’t sleep in our bedroom either.” Tony’s lips were pressed in a thin line, fingers trembling before he hid them in his pockets.

Of course. It was hard for him too. You wondered if he had the same thoughts of burning the house down. You two were in the same boat, one that was drowning in a sea of sorrow, betrayal and tainted memories.

And now all you had was each other.

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Moonlight streamed through the windows as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours, sleep had evaded you. Checking the clock, it stated it was way past midnight, you turned to your side to attempt a small nap if your mind allowed; however a dull crash fell on your ears from downstairs, making you jump out of bed and scramble to the source.

It was Tony.

Eyes brimmed with tears, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting atop the kitchen counter and shards of broken glass on the floor. As you stepped closer, you saw a broken picture frame as well, one that housed Tony and Pepper’s wedding day photo, both wide eyed and grinning ear to ear, now with a huge crack along the surface.

“Tony?” you treaded carefully, your voice barely over a whisper as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

His tense muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh leaving his lips.

“She took a pregnancy test, Y/N.” he murmured so quietly you almost missed it. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard him. You knew Tony and Pep had been trying for a kid for a while now, Tony wanted a child more than anything.

“Oh my God.” You croaked, rubbing his back in attempts to comfort him as you saw his eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart breaking for him.

“Now I can’t even know if it was mine. She was fucking pregnant!” He smashed the glass of whiskey on the opposite wall, the two of you watching the liquid stream down in little rivulets, joining the shattered glass.

Tony’s breaths were coming in erratic and shallow, his eyes unfocused, he was struggling to stand upright.

“Tony hey! Look at me, come on. Let’s get you over here.” You supported him until he was sitting on the barstool while you took a seat opposite him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you made him look into your eyes.

“Breathe for me, please. It’s okay.”

You sounded unsure but you hoped it was helping him, he was trying his level best to focus on your words but it was hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, all other voices drowning as sweat lined on his forehead.

“Tony. Come on. I know you can do this. Focus. Just breathe.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, waiting for him to follow.

It took a few beats but eventually you succeeded in getting him back to normal. He squeezed your hand gratefully, nodding his head to let you know he was alright. You grabbed him a water before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

You sat together in silence, pondering over what your lives had become in a span of a week. The alcohol definitely helped, numbed your pain and made you drowsy.

The sun was starting to rise outside, a dull, gray light filtering through the windows letting you know it was dawn. The word exhausted seemed to be synonymous with your daily routine, it was all you ever felt. You took your empty glass and were heading for the sink when Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Where are you going?” The uncertainty in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings.

“Just to keep this. Tony, I’m right here.” You reassured the man who followed you into the kitchen, as if to make sure you wouldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

“Will you leave me?” He whispered shakily.

This wasn’t a side of Tony you had ever seen. You were used to the confident, sassy man who joked around and made you laugh.

“I can’t deal with the pain alone. Stay. Please. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

There wasn’t a muscle in your body that protested, not that you wanted to anyways. Laying his head against your chest, he hugged you, holding onto you with all his might.

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“You will?”

He felt you nod as your fingers carded through his hair, calming his nerves and reassuring him of your presence. He didn’t know how long it would take for you both to recover, but as long as you were with him and he with you, he felt some semblance of hope. That eventually everything could be okay.

“Of course. You’re all I have too.”

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About the "send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic" you reblogged 🤭

I was thinking about the "things you didn't say at all" one (I think it was prompt 5) and about your Feyd x Reader fic 🤭 the latest chapter and it's first segment, Feyd being subby...

How about a small Feyd POV, things he didn't say but thought during this scene?? ♥️

Absolutely no pressure, I just saw the reblog and my mind went wandering hehe 🤭

*Breaks fingers* Let's do this!

TAGS/CW: Subspace!Feyd; sub!Feyd; dom!Reader; first time topping; mentions of switching; riding; service bottom Feyd; overstimulation, masochism; knifeplay; nipple play; multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex (M+receiving); body worship; come eating; mentions of past self-harm; mentions of past dubcon, mentions of past noncon/CSA; mentions/fantasies about smothering kinks; references to Feyd's prescience; Feyd and the Reader matching each other's freak

ADULTS ONLY/UNDER 18 DNI

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Thank you so much @peggyao3! I hope you enjoy it!

Y/N leans down and kisses him, slow and languid.  I want to keep you inside of me until you get hard again, and then I want to ride you again until I can’t anymore, she’d told him with utmost confidence as she sat astride him, and it won’t take long to make that first part happen.  He’s been transfixed since she pressed his own dagger against his chest, since the crack of her palm against his cheek.

Oh, had been his only thought, the heat flooding to his dick during his struggle growing stronger, still covered at the time as it pressed against the apex of her thighs.  He’d never gotten such a good view of her naked on top of him as he did when she sat, stunned, furious, and a fucking glorious vision of a woman.  

Go on, he’d told her.  Take your reward, and she had.  It didn’t quite surprise him that she’d been aroused by the time she’d gotten his pants off–he’d felt her damp heat through the fabric of them, and she sank with slick ease onto him as she’d started at first holding his own blade against his collarbone, as if he wasn’t exactly where he’d wanted to be. 

You wanna ride me? he’d asked as she’d gasped and shuddered, moving on him.

Is that what this is called? she’d asked, delighted and triumphant, and it had made him smile.

It didn’t surprise him that she’d take to riding him like it was what she was made to do, that she drove them both about out of their mind like this.  Didn’t surprise him, except that he still hadn’t felt fully prepared for how quickly and easily he sunk into the feeling of not only being used but loving every moment of it.  It’d been a long time since that had happened.

She’d come twice on top of him, exhilarated from their scuffle and from the power he was giving her–even as he’d felt himself slipping, stunned at how she’d fucked him and touched him and looked so unbearably beautiful doing it, he could see how thrilled she was at the power she had over him.

She holds it now, still straddling his hips.  It feels like something tangible that settles between them in the combination of ease and excitement building in his chest as they kiss, waiting for him to stiffen inside of her again, content to caress her sides, her thighs, her hair, but aching to feel her moving on top of him again.  It’ll happen; he’ll give her whatever she wants.  He gives a soft sigh as she trails her mouth just below his ear, along the junction of his jaw and neck, and waits as she pauses, seeming to consider something.

He realizes what she’s about to do a second before she does it–takes the knife he’d had pressed against her throat not twenty minutes ago and makes a slow, shallow cut above his heart.  He gasps at the sting, thinking, Oh yeah, that’ll do it, cock twitching and fully coming back to life as she laps up the beads of blood that well up, as she dips her head lower to scrape her teeth against his nipple.  He hadn't allowed her access there before tonight, not so much because it was forbidden but nearly every time he’s been inside of her he’s taken her from behind or been just above her, where she didn’t have such easy access to him.  He’s been so impatient to taste and touch and tease her that other than the times he’s guided his cock as far into her mouth as she can handle he just hasn't afforded her the same chance.

She takes it now, and he gives it freely, fascinated by her own fascination with him.  She’s never been fucked by anyone else, that much he’d learned on their wedding night.  Probably never even had another person touch her nipples or play with her clit except for herself.

Feyd’s train of thought is cut short as Y/N then sits up, her fingers collecting the thin trail of blood as she briefly rests her hands on Feyd’s chest, only to bring those same fingertips to her lips and lap them clean.  A smear of blood remains on her lips as she breaks out into a slow smile, rocking her hips, readjusting to the movement and the angle, before she gives a small, stunned laugh.  She’s captivating, the way she seems to revel in a new way to take him inside of her.

The last time anyone got him in this position…

He doesn’t want to think about it; how through that box of pain the Gesserit whore had reduced him to a trembling mess so aroused he was leaking precome through his robes, how her voice had invaded the deepest recesses of his mind, how she’s pushed him onto his back as soon as he withdrew his hand and perfunctorily pulled her skirts up, pulled his cock out, and sat on him with a grimace.

He doesn’t want to remember how he’d thought, helpless and trapped in a way he hadn’t felt in years, that she reminded him how his body didn’t truly belong to him, that it was only ever on loan, to be used by whoever needed him.  He thought he’d kill her if he ever saw her again, watching her wince as he came inside of her despite himself  and she got up, leaving him wrung out and burning with shame.

He doesn't want to think about it, and tonight it's easy to forget, because his wife’s riding him with shameless, unabashed enthusiasm as if there's nowhere else she'd be, and she's not taking anything that Feyd’s not happy to give her in spades.  She can do whatever the fuck she wants with him.

“I–oh, fuck!--I could ride your fat cock all night.  Would you like that, Feyd?” she asks.

I’d love it.  I want to watch you come undone around me all night, he thinks, unable to manage more than a groan.  He watches, rapt, painfully aroused, as her pert, pretty tits bounce along with her movements, dazedly realizing what a good idea it is for her to move his hands from her hips to her breasts.  He'd mourn not being able to see them as clearly but that he enjoys touching them even more.  He doesn't think about it, just fondles them how they both like it.

He stares, enraptured, as she comes undone around him, his hands still fondling her, her own hands braced behind her on his sweaty thighs.  His cock pulses and he wants to follow her but also doesn’t want it to be so soon, especially since even as she shudders and clenches around him, her moans high and desperate, the part of him still capable of thought knows that she’s not truly finished with him yet.  

I’ll be good.  I’ll hold on, he thinks as she continues to rock her hips, barely catching her breath and riding her out of stubbornness to see her exhaustion through.  He’s so fucking impressed with her.

“Don't come yet,” she commands him, voice thick.  “Not until I come again.”

He groans.  Couldn’t have picked a better woman to subjugate me if I tried, he thinks, every muscle clenching, back arching, trying to breathe normally, while he’s increasingly unraveled.  Most of the past month he’s been married to her he’s felt half-out of his mind with desire every time they were alone together, but not quite like this.  Not quite so excited to see how she can own him.

“If you want to come, then make yourself useful, Feyd,” Y/N adds, her lust and confidence a heady cocktail that set his nerves ablaze.

Yes, ma’am, he thinks immediately, spitting on his thumb and bringing it to her swollen clit.  She must be aching.  Going on four now; he realizes.  He hasn’t gotten her that far before.  Remnants of his spend leak out of where he’s buried inside of her, and still liquid from the heat between them.  

And then clever, wicked Y/N smirks, moves her hands back to his chest, and pinches cruelly.  He’d love to know if she’s still smirking when he cries out and bucks his hips, nearly spilling inside of her, but he shuts his eyes when he does it.  She’s not merciful, and he’s all the more delighted for it.

“Look at me, Feyd,” he hears Y/N say and his eyes snap open as he reminds himself that he has a job to do, although he supposes it can’t quite be a job if he’s enjoying it so much.  She’s so beautiful like this, natural in an element she might never have pictured inhabiting.  He works her clit faster, presses down a little harder, shifts his thighs slightly to make his hips the right bridge to rock onto, and then she comes hard.  It’s not the breathless moans and whimpers when he’s fucking her from behind; it’s a guttural cry from within Y/N’s chest that’s the sound of a woman who’s taken everything she’s wanted and she trembles, clenching around him so hard Feyd abandons his post rubbing her clit to grab onto her hips.  

So will you let me come with you? he wants to ask, in awe of her and unsure what look  she’s seeing on his face if she sees anything.  She’s not drunk, he knows, but there’s a glazed-over look in her eyes as she stares open-mouthed down at him when he tries to center himself.  The moment she gives her permission he can’t help it; he relishes her overwrought moans as he bucks up into her, fucking her from below, squeezing the supple flesh of her hips and ass as he comes so hard he sees stars–stars that don’t even fucking exist on this planet.

There’s a moment before he can really soften but while he’s too sensitive to keep moving, he realizes that she might still be able to ride him again.  He’ll get hard again if she wants him to, if she gives him enough time.  He’ll gladly let her use his mouth to grind on until then to get her over five, six, seven times.  She’d take to it just as well, holding his head in place as she rides his face with enough fervor that he’d just barely be able to breathe, head swimming all the more for the taste of her, of the two of them mixed together and her shaking thighs bracketing his face.  Dazed, he thinks about how there would be worse ways to go out than with his face buried in her cunt.

Next time he’ll let her collar him, use a chain to guide his face between her legs.  He’ll gladly kneel for her, he thinks as he closes his eyes and pictures it, her leading him on a leash to a place he already loves visiting.  

“Hey,” he hears, voice gentler this time, like he’s underwater and her voice is just above the surface.  “Look at me.”

He does.  She’s smiling down at him, her expression fond rather than mischievous or aroused or deliciously cruel.  She strokes his face and he can’t help but tilt his face into it.  His heartbeat is slowing down, his cock has softened again, but he’ll bring it back to rise, if she tells him to.

But she doesn’t.  She slides off of him, letting him slip out of her, and leans down to ghost her lips over his neck, scrape them over his teeth, and a part of him, spent but eager, realizes that this touch and exploration isn’t really for him; it’s for her.  He brings his hands to the sheets below him before she can ask.

“Yes, that’s good,” she assures him before going lower, licking and nipping at the muscles in his abdomen that clench and flutter at the contact.  “Keep them there.”

Take whatever you want, Y/N.  Everything I have, everything I am is yours, he thinks as she licks his spent cock, as she drags her tongue lower for the first time, exploring his body still as if he’s something beautiful and fascinating.

He pants and moans, hips twitching, cock not quite getting hard again, not yet, but that doesn’t appear to be what Y/N is even after.  She just seems to want to touch and taste him, seems to enjoy it just as much as she enjoyed using him as a human dildo, not that he expects her to know what that is.

Is this what you like,Y/N? he wants to ask.  Is getting me soaked and licking me clean something that makes you feel good?  He groans and spreads his legs a little more.  He feels dazed.  

She asks him about his scars.  Clever girl deduced that they were done on separate occasions.  When he tells her how he got them, she nuzzles and licks at them.  He'd almost forgotten how sensitive his inner thighs are.  It's been a long time since anyone's touched them.  Racking his brain, he’s hard-pressed to think if he's ever allowed himself to be laid out and thoroughly enjoyed like this.  And she does enjoy this, he thinks, wanting to laugh.  She nips and bites at them once she knows they come from a place of desire.  A part of him, a part he quietly shelves away for later, can appreciate that she knows to tread lightly with his scars, even when he’s spent and malleable like this; she knows how the ones on his back got there.  He doesn’t say it, doesn’t press the issue, wondering what she has planned next, when she comes back up, face to face, and kisses him slowly.  Tenderly.  It’s warm, affectionate, but without the same heat as before.

She’s done with him tonight, it seems.  Or at least, she’s done playing with him, as she sets the knife on her nightstand and finesses getting them under the covers. When he’d ambushed her with a surprise drill the sheets and blankets had been kicked down to their ankles.  

Her reflexes are good; she thinks quickly; she’s adaptable.  And deceptively powerful, he thinks, imagining the possibilities of how much further they can keep going.  He could show her how to put a cockring on him and use him for even longer.  He will.

But apparently not tonight, as she turns onto her back and he turns to lay on her, first nestling the side of his face against the space between her breasts and then lower, to rest his head against the soft skin of her belly.  It'll probably be around three months from now that she starts showing.  

“Is this what you need, husband?” Y/N asks, stroking his back.  He deflates, finally grounded.  He nods.  He exhales hard.  He can hear the small smile in Y/N’s voice as she continues stroking his shoulders and the back of his neck while saying, “In a couple of days we’ll find out if life is growing in there.”

Feyd doesn’t think about it before he says, “There is.  A boy.”

Y/N laughs above him, but Feyd doesn’t mind.  It’s not like she’d know, not like he’s told her, and so he does, in not so many words as he’d normally manage if he didn’t feel drained.  “I saw him.  Dreamt about you giving birth to him,” he tells her.

Maybe at some point he’ll tell her about how the second night they were married, he’d dreamt about her in labor, pushing out a healthy baby boy, flushed and screaming so loud he practically vibrated.  Feyd dreamt about her, exhausted and hairline damp with sweat but a smile on her face as she nursed their son for the first time. 

Maybe at some point he’ll tell her how he’d dreamt about her a few times before they’d ever met.

Between when the Gesserit witch took his seed and when that coven told him their marriage plans of him, he’d dreamt of a young woman who whimpered and moaned as he lapped at her slick cunt, who’d cry out and wrap her legs around his waist when he was inside of her.  There was never a clear picture, just flashes that would wake him up stiff and close to rutting against his bed, but they all made sense when he saw his bride-to-be, with a face he’d never seen in person nor in pictures but knew, even as he was far from really knowing her.

He can’t confirm it, won’t be able to confirm it for another couple of days when the Bene Gesserit witches arrive, but he knows, as certain as his own pulse, that their son is already growing inside of her.

That feels really nice, he doesn’t say.  You smell good, he also doesn’t say.  I want to have you and treasure you and break you and make you whole again and have you do the same to me, he doesn’t say.

He can’t help the enormity of what he’s feeling. He’s still only just getting to know the shape of her soul, and he wants more. 

[shall-we-die]

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{Trust}

Have they ever broken your trust?

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↬|Gojo|

Gojo Satoru has a strong code of honor and always keeps his promises. He would never intentionally betray or break his significant other's trust. If he ever inadvertently did something that caused harm or broken trust, he would work hard to make amends and regain their trust. He values honesty and transparency in relationships and would do everything in his power to build and maintain a strong foundation of trust with his partner.

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↬|Geto|

Oh, in all of his relationship history? He surely did at least once. However, he apologized in a very sincere manner. He would kneel on the ground, hold their hands, and give them a deep and sincere apology. He would say, "Please forgive me for what I've done, it will never happen again. You are the one who I love the most and I know that I would lose your trust after this. I will spend my entire life trying to prove myself to you and make up for it. Please, give me another chance."

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↬|Sukuna|

Of course he’s broken his s/o's trust. In his view, they belongs to him and should be grateful that he even looks in their direction. He doesn’t feel like he needs to earn their trust. When he breaks their trust, he doesn’t apologize. Instead, he tells them that they're overreacting and he doesn’t see what the big deal is.

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↬|Nanami|

Nanami has a strong sense of loyalty and always upholds his principles. As a highly disciplined and trustworthy person, he values transparency and honesty above all. Therefore, it would be out of character for Nanami to intentionally break his s/o's trust and betray their relationship. He would rather communicate openly and address any issues than engage in deceitful behavior.

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↬|Megumi|

No, He would never break his s/o’s trust, since he truly loves them and trusts them. He values honesty and loyalty in a relationship. He would never cheat or be unfaithful, as he believes in committing to one person. He would be very protective of his partner, always looking out for their safety and well-being. He may not express his feelings openly or display physical intimacy easily due to his introverted nature, but he would show his affection through acts of service and small gestures.

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↬|Inumaki|

Well, in my perspective, Toge is a reliable and honest person. Therefore, breaking someone's trust, especially his s/o is unlikely. He prefers to be honest even though his words might be brutal. He is not someone who is good at lying. Even when the s/o doesn't want to know the truth, he will still choose to tell them the truth. However, this does not mean that he does not care if his words hurt s/o.

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↬|Yuji|

He’s lied to his partner before, as he didn’t want them to get involved in his cursed affairs. They had no idea about his jujutsu sorcerer lifestyle, and if he were to get hurt, he didn’t want to explain the nature of his injuries. He’s never intentionally broken their trust, but he has broken some important promises to them. He’s apologized and he did a really big gesture for them as an act of atonement for it.

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marvel (mostly asgard) dashboard simulator part 2

also i said this in the tags on the first post but i know this is ooc, it's just for shits and giggles

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Just saw this... Hey @g𝚘d-of-thunder, are you okay?

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Not every thunderstorm is because Thor is upset.

⛈️ god-of-thunder

Some are because I'm excited.

#i'm doing okay

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I can't believe that I have to say this, but the @is-odin-dead-yet blog is so disrespectful. He gave his eye to have the knowledge to protect us, and this is how you treat him? By counting down to his death, for centuries? Get a hobby

🧝🏻‍♀️ amora-enchantricks

This you OP?

🪐 aesir-patriotism Follow

So? What about it?

👴🏻 is-odin-dead-yet

K

🪐 aesir-patriotism

Stop

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U

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🪐 aesir-patriotism

Stop. I'm serious. It's NOT FUNNY

🐍 magic-theatre

G

# yes it is.

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✨️ the-dashingest

What's a DILF?

✨️ the-dashingest

Just read the replies. Thank you for the explanation. I think I love mortals

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🌈 all-seeing-eye

It's useless to ask me for the URL of Prince Loki's secret blog. I may see all, but it is a secret held by a prince, and thus would be treason for me to reveal it.

🐍 magic-theatre

heimdall, this is FASCINATING. i love that this counts as a royal secret.

🌈 all-seeing-eye

I do not.

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FINAL ROUND

⛈️ god-of-thunder

I won't choose.

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i can't believe you're pitting two bad bitches against each other

🪓 valiant-festivals

Baldur is part of the royal family, impervious to harm, as well as kind, brave, caring, just, and true. Vote for Sif!

✨️ the-dashingest

She's not even going to care if she wins, but I'm voting for her anyway.

#lady sif propaganda #friendship is magic

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just found out from a friend that a lot of mortals see ravens as a bad omen and a sign of death instead of wisdom lol. maybe the reason odin doesn't want anything to do with midgard is because they don't like his creepy little bird spies

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prince loki just silent reblogged this?

#huginn and muninn slander

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oh come on. it's only been up for half an hour and they already censored the post?

🧝🏻‍♀️ amora-enchantricks

Don't let them silence you. Post it again.