#provocation fic

[shieldofiron]

Steve getting called by the lab when he’s nearing 30. A book has been published whose contents nearly mirror the events of Hawkins in 1984 and 1985 but the publisher won’t reveal the author. They want to know if Steve wrote it, but he denies it. Then Steve reads an except and promptly hops in his car to drive to California.

He got the address from Max years ago, but he was never going to use it. They said the amnesia was permanent, and there was no use torturing Billy with what he didn’t remember.

When Billy wakes up there’s a knock at the door. Steve knows what Billy wrote.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i think fandom spaces would become much more enjoyable across the board if people stopped flipping their pancakes over other fans enjoying characters that they don't like. or, god forbid, like them but in 'the wrong way.'

[kindahoping4forever]

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[mxrcusflint]

hi tumblr user mxrcusflint!! do you happen to have any flintwood recs on hand? i love your work (so i trust your taste) and wanted to see if there's anything you would recommend? tumblr keeps sending me error messages so i hope this doesn't send like five times

a high compliment, thank you!!

some of my favorite flintwood fics are:

chalk this one up as a win

No Vacancy

True But Not Nice

Your hands on me

Boyfriend

[smaller-comfort]

Actually, do you mind if I ask you for more from the fic game? Because "gotta start somewhere" is probably my favorite of your SoS fics and I'd like to know more of your thought process behind it. So, I choose: ★, ✿, ϟ, and ♫

ahaha I never mind being asked about my writing. that's why 90% of the stories I post have such extensive author's notes on tumblr.

gotta start somewhere is probably one of my favorite things that I've written, and there's a lot of shit going on behind it. I'll try to stay on topic here, but if you want the tmi infodump about the setting, their characterization, and why I wrote it, I can post that, too. This is going under a cut because it's still going to be long, and I'm going to include some cut scene fragments from the scrapfile.

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

Pretty much all of my modern AU stories start out as little scene fragments that live in this giant, out of control google doc, so initially I wasn't actually expecting this to even *be* a fic in the first place. It was sort of just a footnote to myself- chastity devices are a recurring element because I think they're hot, but the in-universe justification started out as a way for them to work around Resh'an's anorgasmia.

So, it started with the post-coital pillow-talk after they have sex for the first time and Aephorul realizes Resh'an didn't come (why didn't he notice *while* they were fucking? plot hole, actually! but he's also kind of dumb). And that conversation is really the core of the story I wanted to tell- I wanted to establish some of Resh'an's issues around sex and relationships, and I wanted to get at that moment where Aephorul realizes his feelings. Everything else built out around that.

The ending was probably the hardest part, because I struggle a lot with endings in general. And it kind of goes back to the whole thing not really being intended as a full story; I wasn't sure where it was supposed to end in the first place. (I realize I say this about a lot of stories but this was also one I didn't think I'd have the courage to finish or post.)

The first sex scene was also very difficult and I put it off for a long time because I wasn't all that interested in writing it. It just didn't feel as important as the things that lead up to it or the things that follow after. I'm pleased with how it turned out, though- it's fun for me to read, at least, even if I didn't have that much fun writing it initially. (Choreographing sex scenes is always a little bit tricky, and I frequently shoot myself in the foot by overcomplicating things.)

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished?

The whole thing! That initial, central conversation changed drastically. It got broken up into two parts, which meant I had to write them having sex twice (oh noooo). Resh'an was originally going to handle Aephorul's feelings a little more maturely and not have a panic attack. The ending got rewritten half a dozen times, and the 'boyfriends' conversation wasn't supposed to happen until later on in their relationship.

At one point I had delusions of grandeur about starting the story with them meeting for the first time, and actually attempting to write a long, multi-chaptered, slow burn thing. (You can read some of that here, and also see the original working title.)

Here are some of the ending bits that were cut, and what's left of their original conversation in my notes.

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(the first part that I wrote, sort of; the actual original got chopped up too much for me to put back together. i still like parts of this better than what's in the final story, but i'm probably not going to go back through and change it. no guarantees, though.)

warning for implied history of sexual assault

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“No, I didn't come, no, you didn't do anything wrong, yes, this happens a lot. Can you leave it alone, or are you going to get weird about it?”

[snip]

“Look, it's not about you, okay? You were great. You didn't do anything wrong. It was good. Like…really good.” Resh'an's shoulders hunched in a little.

He swallowed. “Then why are you acting like you're mad at me?”

“I'm not mad, I just- fuck.” He curled up, burying his face in his arms. “The sex was great. I'm just a fucking headcase. It's not even about you, I just get- stuck. And most guys get weirded out by it, or they think it's a challenge, even when I say it's fine and I don't want to, they don't-” He stopped, and took a shaky breath.

“Okay.” Aephorul reached out, wrapping one arm around Resh'an's waist and pulling him close again. “Okay. I won't…I won't push. Okay? If you don't want to, that's fine. I just- really, really want to do this again sometime.” Tomorrow morning, ideally. And again, tomorrow night, and the following morning, and- oh, he was so fucked.

“Me too,” Resh'an said hoarsely, and Aephorul let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. “I was just really hoping I wasn't going to fuck this up so soon.”

Aephorul's heart did something painful in his chest. “Same, honestly,” he muttered. “I'm fucking awful at this most of the time. Not- sex. I'm good at that. Everything else, though.” He'd never wanted to be good at this. It had never mattered, before.

Resh'an laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. He uncurled a little, and turned back over to face Aephorul. “It's okay. I suck at this, too.”

[snip]

“I really like you,” he whispered, feeling raw and stupid and hopeful.

“Oh.” Resh'an made a quiet, choked off sound in the back of his throat, and curled a little closer. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He tucked Resh'an's head under his chin and held him close. “I really do.”

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(post-story ending fragment #1- I wrote this before I finished a lot of the actual story, so now it doesn't fit in terms of continuity/characterization. I actually still really, really love this scene, though, and I'm glad I got to keep some parts of it.) (Aephorul's brothers' names keep changing on me. The two he's closest with are twins, and are maybe 2 or 3 years older than him.)

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“I'm assuming, since you didn't even tell me until yesterday- you're not out to your family, are you?”

“No. I mean- two of my brothers kind of know. I haven't told them or anything, but- they know.” Aephorul sighed. “The rest of my family has no idea. Honestly, I wasn't ever planning to tell them. It wasn't ever supposed to matter- I was going to graduate and go to med school and then figure it out from there.”

“Sorry.”

“Huh?” Resh'an wasn't looking at him. “It still doesn't matter that much. I mean- I do want you to meet my folks.” He'd already been planning to invite Resh'an to spend spring break with him.

“But you're not going to introduce me as your boyfriend.”

Aephorul sat up. “Is that what you are?” he demanded.

Resh'an was covering his face with his hands again. “I don't know! Maybe? I don't…” he took a deep breath. “I told you, I don't do this normally.”

“I don't either. My longest relationship lasted three months.” And that had been in high-school, with a girl, and Aephorul didn't really think that counted. “Look. It wasn't supposed to matter if I was a fucking queer, because I wasn't supposed to meet someone who made it matter.”

Resh'an dropped his hands and sat up too. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means-” Aephorul rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't fucking know. I want to tell [name] about you. And if I tell him, he'll tell Mihail, and they'll both give me shit about it, but they won't tell anyone else. My parents- they're paying my tuition and rent. I can't risk that.”

Resh'an looked away. “I get it- I really do. If I could've done things differently, I probably would have.” He sighed. “You shouldn't risk it. I'm not going to ask you to.”

“I would. If you did ask me to.” As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't. It was too much- even if it was true.

“I won't.” Resh'an shook his head. “It's not worth it.”

“You are, though.” Resh'an stared at him. Aephorul could feel his face heating.

“You don't…actually mean that,” Resh'an said slowly. “In a few weeks you'll get tired of this and it'll be fun while it lasted, but…that's all there is to it.”

“Okay. You know what? Just give me a list of all the people who've hurt you, so I can break their faces.”

“I'm starting to think you really just want an excuse to punch people.” Resh'an narrowed his eyes at Aephorul. “And, once again, it's a really long list.”

“I promise I don't need an excuse for that.” He pulled Resh'an into a hug. “Look, why don't you work some of that bullshit out with your therapist.” Resh'an groaned and buried his face in Aephorul's shoulder. “And in the meantime- I don't know. I like the idea of you being my boyfriend.”

“I'm not gonna hold your hand on the way to class.”

“Ugh.” He hadn't been planning to in the first place, but now that he was thinking about it, he wanted to. Embarrassing. “Whatever. You have sweaty hands, anyway.”

“I do not- asshole!”

“You know what they say,” he deadpanned. “You are what you eat.”

Resh'an flicked him on the ear again.

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(ending fragment #2, because it's cute and i love writing their general physicality with each other.)

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They got out of bed and got dressed eventually; Aephorul finally got the tangles out of his hair. The coffee was cold by the time they got around to it. Resh'an was quiet in a way that felt fragile and skittish until Aephorul wrapped his arms around him from behind and just picked him up.

“Hey! What the-”

“You have no idea how often I've wanted to do this to you.” Resh'an wasn't that much shorter than him, but he was mostly spindly limbs and nervous energy, so he was relatively easy to haul around.

“Shithead, let me go-” Resh'an wiggled half-heartedly, but now he was laughing.

“Nope.” Aephorul swung him back and forth a little. “Not gonna do that. Forget holding hands, I'll just carry you to class.”

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ϟ tell me what moment/scene in [fic] made you sicko in the window.jpg to read and i’ll tell you which scene made me feel that way to write

Tell me your sickos.jpg moment! For me it, uh. Was kind of the whole thing. A lot of it was me making a calculated decision to write the sort of thing I would've bookmarked on livejournal when I was 20, which is sort of why it's Like That.

Aephorul's panicked internal monologue at the beginning is so fucking funny to me- it's really just a lot of brute force exposition to shortcut some of that slow burn stuff that I didn't write. I didn't want to start the story abruptly without establishing that 1) they are friends but Aephorul is real weird about everything and 2) that Resh'an is an aggressively nerdy queer extrovert. I love how it turned out, though- and to really get the full effect, you have to imagine a completely expressionless Aephorul sitting there staring at Resh'an with this intense look on his face, while internally he's having a complete screaming crisis.

The bartender did not think they were dating. The bartender though Aephorul was a serial killer. Aephorul is only vaguely aware of how unsettling he is to most people.

I had to rewrite their inital waking-up conversation several times, but I was really determined to keep the "rain check" -> "Hey look, it's raining" bit because I love a goofy punchline. And it helps to establish Resh'an's tendency to retain and repeat the things people say to him, which is important at the end.

It's not necessarily apparent because it isn't something Aephorul is consciously processing in the moment, but all of his little panicked vertigo moments are him being so turned on he can't see straight. So those are all hooks for some porn of self discovery that I want to eventually write. (Resh'an is comfortable with what he likes, for the most part, but Aephorul has really only had vanilla sex up to this point.)

I really loved writing the interlude when Resh'an's alarm goes off; it's an important bit of character building for both of them, but I'm also just fond of the image of Resh'an scrambling for his phone in a panic.

Resh'an's panicked babbling and "but- I want it to mean something" still gets me whenever I reread it. It's the payoff for all of Resh'an's little skittish moments, and the reveal that the pining is mutual, and it's probably my favorite moment in the story. He and Aephorul have opposing character arcs in this AU; Resh'an starts out very fragile and full of sharp edges, but he becomes more confident and secure with himself as he gets older. Aephorul is very sure of himself at this point in his life, but you can already see the cracks beginning to form.

Figuring out how to include the sweaty palms bit was absolutely my most sickos.jpg moment because, as I've said before, I think I am hilarious.

♫ send a fic and i’ll make a 3-5 song playlist for you

ahahaha oh no some of this is just stuff I was listening to in college, and it helps to put my head in the right time period for the story.

Guster - Demons; an Aephorul song, because sometimes he really is that dramatic. There's an a capella cover of this song that I adore but I don't think it exists online.

Thicke - Lazy Bones; this is both of them, really, although theyre both overachieving messes. To really get the full effect of this song, you need to find the Naruto amv that I first heard it on back in 2004. (I am not attempting to find it. It's better in my memory.)

World Inferno Friendship Society - My Brother the Mayor of Bridgewater; kind of a deep cut, but this is a Resh'an song to me, and also a tangential setting reference

Something Corporate - Watch the Sky; mostly another Resh'an song, although it's really both of them to each other, and also one of my favorite songs ever.

Florence and the Machine - You've Got the Love; look I did say I was bad at playlists; I'm not out here trying to do anything original.

[bibewilderedandbuck]

how did the homophobic reverend even get into their apartment???? like you know they vetted these people. carlos did a background check on tk's fucking sponsor and you dont think hes gonna do one on the officiant to their wedding??? when two minutes ago he was held hostage by what looks like a nice lil old lady????

[brittlebutch]

idk if i can fully articulate this but i find it like, Interesting how often people seem to flinch away from the notion of a character having a genuine difficulty in academic settings that is caused by Intellect — how often people will seemingly try to get around the idea by writing something that amounts to, like “No this character is Smart, they just struggle with XYZ and if they were Accommodated for that, then they wouldn’t struggle in school” but it’s like,, why do they Have to be ‘smart’ though?

[crossbackpoke-check]

Sat politely ankles crossed hands folded please say you have more thoughts about the DC deweys. Lazarus pit cold-eyed stare pristine and bloodthirsty anyway I would love to hear any further thoughts if you have the time + energy + motivation

how i imagine you waiting for me to re-read the resurrection of ra’s al-ghul and hush vol. 1+2:

ALRIGHT. in no particular order, thoughts about the dc deweys

connor fits very well into the mold of a talia al-ghul for me; chip on his shoulder, femme fatale, deadly and precise. he’s not the loudest but he’s got a dry wit that’ll cut you!

“why is connor an al-ghul at all and not batman” well first of all he’s already got the water connection, i’m gonna go dip him into the lake a couple hours north of the pas to make him incredibly long-lived, rejuvenated and beautiful

second of all i want him to be a questionable villain/antihero because he looks evil in those pictures but like beautiful evil. you see him at a multi-million dollar soirée and he’s bored of being there wearing his “heritage” beads and jewels he originally had from a thousand years ago. he and his assassins are only here to murder the head of state who’s planning to lay a pipeline through ancestral grounds

rip brandon duhaime i simply cannot imagine you as any kind of batman. lacks the gravitas, too much of a yapper, loves his wife too much. i curse thee to be green arrow if you’re in this narrative at all

assuming connor stays with toronto, would LOVE to think about toronto as one of the sites of the lazarus pit for many reasons

(a brief aside here to say that for me personally this is interesting if connor goes to winnipeg because i think they suit him better, he’s a manitoba boy, but re: the chip on his shoulder, he’s NOT a manitoba boy. he’s from the pas and very proud of it)

a) the amount of ‘toronto is the center of the universe’ hockey creation myths i can play with & birth/rebirth/reincarnation. if you WANT to feel unhinged trying to blend hockey and comics is an ice rink not just a pool of water?

b) mr. cathal kelly i love your works!!! toronto eats its young!!! thinking about this very literally in the sense of the resurrection arc where players come to toronto and are sacrificed, give up their body, their skill, in service of the demon’s head, and lose themselves.

c) we see echos of the same narratives and styles over and over again—if i can hop over to the flyers for a second, there is of course the curse of the *8s (18 richards, 28 claude, 48 danny b, 68 nolan, 88 lindros) but ALSO the danny brière -> tk -> morgan frost celly chain. every generation a resurrection, emerging clean and new from the pit

can you just briefly hold my hand and imagine wayne gretzky as an evil ra’s al-ghul wanting to possess a new body. gretzky i’m sorry to malign you and i know you never played in toronto but you are the best player in my head to fit the idea, i’m open to other suggestions

coming BACK to green arrow dewey (i did not re-watch arrow or re-read those comics sorry) connor could also be black canary, who takes a brief dip into the lazarus pit (toronto) before getting married to oliver. i do like that narrative but because we were talking about pristine and cold-blooded i figured connor dewar head of the league of assassins was more what you were after

now that i’ve gotten through world building… choose your own adventure narratives?

hockey-ish au: connor chosen as a host for the Next One. i think the lineage of the great one -> next one -> next next one -> next one up of gretzky -> crosby -> mcdavid -> bedard is taken, BUT i can imagine that the league of old boys all have the same intentions. connor gets sent to toronto unknowingly being prepped to get body-snatched by ???? and brandon duhaime of course accidentally stumbles on the plot and they have to fight to stop it

connor assassinating people :) snapshot of the head of the league of assassins delegating which major world events they’re going to change today. would love his shark face from the gifset to have blood spattered across it, ideally.

version 1 as head of the league of assassins: brandon is one of his assassins, big strong bodyguard type. devoted to him, would lay down his life, perfectly designed for connor (lady shiva/cassandra cain-ish). connor orders for something to be done and brandon does it there for him then gently wipes the blood off his face and apologizes for being careless and getting him messy.

version 2 as head of the league of assassins: an actual plot where connor aims to assassinate SOMEONE but brandon gets in the way. they meet at odds as their respective roles (hero, leader of a crime syndicate) but are magnetically drawn together as their alter egos. eventually brandon puts together the pieces of the Big Evil and manages to (legally!-ish as much as vigilante-ism can be legal) take it down and the ending panels show a tentative friendship and recognition of potential shared goals

also, jaromir jágr is immortal. don’t know if this is relevant OR related but he is. personal hot spring lazarus pit?

um. thanks for coming to my 1.5k ted talk (including tags). what a way to moritz seider lore drop that i DID grow up a comic book nerd, lmao. thank you so much for enabling me <3 i'll be here all week thinking about which teams would get what rings in a blackest night au

[heliopauseentertainments]

Started Reforged this morning and it made what would have been a boring day fly by!! I usually NOPE out anything that has Prowl in more than a mere mention but the way he's getting beaten up at every turn makes it tolerable. I was half-way through when I realized that this was 200k It'll keep me occupied tomorrow. Learned new words again totally captivated by the amazing tale you're weaving. 8/10 (because Prowl xD)

Oops, I didn't mean to give you a time fast-forwarding device, but I'm glad it's helped make your day better!

I'm so glad you're enjoying the ride (even with Prowl, uh, prowling around).

In my partial defense: I love Prowl, but more specifically I love tormenting him. Even in my fics where he is nominally a protagonist, I make him suffer in various ways. There is no escape for him.

[synonomy]

What are your Remus and Sirius HCs that you try to incorporate in your fics?

Oh mannnn there’s a lot lol but here’s a general picture of how I see them and their dynamic:

My Remus is modelled heavily on young David Thewlis, which is why he’s always a nerdy beanpole with legs for days. Like David, I think he’s unconventionally attractive— even average at first glance, but his hotness kinda sneaks up on you as you get to know him. He wears a lot of comfy old man clothes and never knows what to do with his hair. But he was born to wear tweed. And he looks incredible (in mine and Sirius’ opinion) with a light beard/stubble. He’s also hung like a horse (don’t @ me, it’s just true).

I draw a lot from David’s portrayal of Remus in the films too— that hot professor energy just hit so right, you know? 😩 So he’s calm, deliberate, sensible, soft spoken, witty. A little socially awkward and emotionally repressed, though he does his best to be kind and understanding with people. He’s highly articulate due to a lifetime of reading books and writing, which is why he’s a master dirty-talker, though paradoxically he rarely ever swears or uses vulgarity. He is an avid user of terms of endearment for Sirius (love, sweetheart, darling). He’s academically inclined and quite intelligent, though not naturally gifted the way Sirius is; he has to work at it.

I also think growing up as a poor and ostracised person has given him a few complexes which, in my head, basically translate to him being a soft dom lol. He has a need for control (because God forbid a dark creature such as him lose control) he despises the idea of being a burden or people feeling pity for him, and he often sucks at taking care of himself— since, subconsciously, he doesn’t think he deserves it. So he turns his attention outwards, doting on and providing for and taking care of other people instead. I get into this pretty explicitly in Starting a Stone, though that universe is set in a time where Remus (and his relationship with Sirius) has experienced a shitton of growth. Thus, I write him more sincere and emotionally forthright than I would otherwise.

By contrast, my Sirius is a vulgar and defiant little shit (affectionate) who wears his heart on his sleeve. Coming from the oppressive and pompous nightmare that was his pureblood upbringing, his complexes revolve around a need for ‘freedom’, or the need to be himself unapologetically, for better or worse. He cannot abide dishonesty, repression or passive aggression. Naturally, this can cause a hell of lot of conflict with Remus, but that’s exactly why they’re so good for each other. Remus benefits from Sirius calling him out on his bullshit, and Sirius benefits from Remus’ voice of reason/calming presence when he gets too caught up in his emotions and frustrations. Definitely see him as a somewhat bratty bottom, demanding and determinedly unashamed of what he wants (in further defiance of his puritanical upbringing).

Physically, the dude is very conventionally gorgeous and he knows it, though he doesn’t attach much significance to it. He dislikes wearing formal/stifling clothing for obvious reasons, but he enjoys seeing Remus wearing it (this trope has somehow snuck its way into both my major series lol). He keeps his hair long as another measure of petty defiance, but he also dislikes the faff of dealing with it, which is why his standard hairdo is a quick and messy bun.

Oh, and he’s average height, he just looks miniature stood next to the giant lank that is Remus lol

[whysamwhy123]

Welp. This fic is turning out way longer than I thought it would be. I figured it would be two quick scenes to set everything up, and then the Big 'Un. But those two scenes ended up getting longer and then I realised I need a little aside where I address that moment outside the ring after their match at WrestleDream, so more set-up. 2.8k words in and we're not even in the meat of the story yet.

If I'm being honest, I don't think what I've written so far is particularly good. Like, at all. I'm not doing a good job of conveying the necessary emotions, it's not particularly funny and you can definitely tell that I don't have a handle on how to write this pairing yet. But I kinda don't care? Before this, I spent almost two months not being able to write a single word, so I'm just happy to be writing again; and enjoying it too. I guess I'm happier with writing poorly than not being able to write at all? But sorry in advance to anyone who reads this thing, LOL, it ain't good.

Also, I've apparently made it my mission in life to include ''Pretentious filmbro Hook judges his partner's lowbrow taste in cinema,'' into every one of my WIPs. It's too perfect for OrangeHook though - OC's super into Fast and Furious and Hook would just be like ''...judging you.''

[jennycalendar]

and i truly do not know if “semi-consensually” covers what is going on in scarlet women but so much of that is bc i wanted the sex to be super uncomfortable and violent to be in line with what we know about angelus and his proclivities and the norm he and darla established within the fanged four. so like there is definitely desire there but there’s also revulsion and it’s questionable re: how much of the desire is authentic and how much is a trauma response to literally being groomed by this man. BUT this is still also how love is communicated among these vampires and so there is an element of horror-romance to it.

[explainslowly]

part of the appeal of abo seems to be the ability to give your fave male character Nightmare Period from Hell, with optional side serving of Fuck or Die

[kohakhearts]

ever since i watched the os ive had this essay festering in my brain about, like. gary oak and the themes of femininity and self-acceptance but the problem is the only thesis i can really come up with it He’s Gay, Your Honour, which while true isnt really that exceptional of a conclusion to draw based on the fact that the narrative makes certain gendered associations with him late in his arc

[ao3feed-larry]

Bad things can provocate good things.

by Spaghetti28

Harry and his son are kicked out of their home a few days before Christmas. Harry works for Louis' company but they don't really know each other. They end up sleeping in the office, when CEO Louis Tomlinson notices, he welcomes them into his home.

Words: 8056, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Hurt Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Protective Louis Tomlinson, Rich Louis Tomlinson, Poor Harry Styles, Crying Harry Styles, Harry Styles Has Panic Attacks, Harry Styles Needs a Hug, Harry Styles-centric, Single Parent Harry Styles, CEO Louis Tomlinson

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[lightningandfireinmybones]

Valaenas husband and aemond fought in the same war.

Aemond totally didn’t make sure valaenas husband died in battle, totally an accident of war😢

Aemond comforting his widowed niece like a good uncle (the targ way, swoop her up before anyone undeserving gets her)

Aemond absolutely wasn’t the commander of that battle! He absolutely was not friendly firing that man!

He absolutely was not jacking off in his tent to memories of Valaena the night before

And really,,, if he’s heading home covered in blood and sweat and ash to tell Valaena first that’s just being a good uncle,,, and taking her away to grieve in her own way by getting fucked senseless,,, that’s just the targ genes baby!!!