#she makes up a list of excuses and treats me like I'm a baby or sumn

[horrorcore2002]

my mom sucks lol

[lucysarah-c]

Not in season? Pt. 2

Summary: Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation.

Part 1!! Author note:: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. I'm self-conscious about my smut, so… practice makes perfect. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me. Pairing: Levi x fem! reader. Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Breeding, Forced breeding, Biting, Breeding Kink, dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Nurse reader, Alpha Levi x Omega reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Captain Levi x Nurse Reader, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha Hange Zoë, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Erwin Smith, Alpha Eren Yeager, Alpha Jean Kirstein, Alpha Mikasa Ackerman. Omegaverse. Word count: 10.8k You had been warned lmao

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Time—time was needed, whether it be a refreshing shower or a bucket of snow from outside the building thrown at him. Anything that could pull any part of his consciousness back to work. As her lips moved and the sounds of her mouth echoed softly, his mind wondered if she was truly awake or if it was unconscious spasms. He sat on the mattress, eyes fixed on her features, waiting, expecting anything. 

Carefully and delicately, he crawled out of bed, like a mother leaving a baby in a room without waking it up. When his feet touched the floor, he almost tripped on something. His eyes surveyed the mess, and he fought every inch of his body not to go on a cleaning rampage. The only reason stopping him? She moved, flexing one leg up for more comfort, and he swore he didn’t mean to stare. His attention moving on its own over her body, focusing on the mating mark—his mating mark—most impressively, his own release between her legs. 

Pulsations in his head, frowning as the pain appeared. That was the reason stopping him from tidying up the room, each breath triggering demands like “one more” and “just one more... to be sure.” He needed to scratch every skin cell with bleach if necessary, with the coldest water and the sharpest brush. Her scent, the aphrodisiac almost cloying aroma her body expelled, clouded his judgment. He picked up the crumpled sheets at the edge of the bed to gently cover her frame. 

So that was exactly what he did—locked the door, turned on the rushing water without waiting for it to warm up, and jumped straight in. Regrets filled his mind; he had never behaved this way before. Alphas unable to control themselves, using heats or ruts as excuses, were something he despised. Perhaps even more than he hated MPs. The consequences were obvious; he had claimed her. Between Alphas and Omegas, a claiming mark was more powerful than any wedding ring. 

‘What if...’ his consciousness brought up once again as he quickly tidied up his appearance. Dark locks swayed as he shook his head forcefully, erasing the thought. ‘We will cross that bridge when we get there.’ Once rational thoughts replaced the arousal haze, anxiety kicked in. It felt loud inside his head, too many worries in such a small period.  He wasn’t sure what was worse at this rate. 

Blessing any existing god out there, his bathroom and the drawers with clothes were tidied up enough to find objects quickly. The dips of his hair dripped water almost everywhere. On other occasions, he would have waited until it dried a bit before anything else, but his mind was clouded with one priority—being in the room when she woke up. The idea of her waking up alone in his twisted sheets and undone bed, feeling used or discarded, was like a stab to his own morality. 

Heavy with water, hair fell into his face. He pushed it backward as his hand ran through his locks while searching for a shirt to wear. A pair of sweatpants was on, and this time, he was wearing underwear—the first garment he put on as the idea of his nudity made him uneasy. The Captain tried to put the uniform on, perhaps to finally go back to work after so many days, but he felt sensitive in places that would probably make him ashamed to confess. Tight white jeans were the last thing he desired right now. 

Gripping the edges of a simple white shirt to push it over his head, turning around and resting on the chest of drawers as he did. Pushing down the fabric, only to find two half-lidded eyes looking at him. Frozen in place, as if he waited for the bullet to pierce through his forehead. Slow blinks as he noticed her trying to gulp, her eyes focusing on him. On other occasions, he might consider how endearing and sexually appealing she looked while sleepily laying on her side, with the sheet sticking to the curve of her waist.  Suddenly, the edge of the sheet was pushed upwards, clinging to her body as she sat down erratically. 

‘Here we go,’ mentally preparing himself. 

“Levi?!” The confusion in her tone, the desperation in her eyes judging him across the room. “What- What happened? What is this?!” 

His lips parted softly as if he gathered what he could possibly answer. Her feet became exposed as she kept tugging on the sheet to cover her body. “Where are my clothes?” 

“I—” Levi murmured, his voice sounding rough and raspy as he hadn’t spoken for a good couple of hours while his eyes searched on the floor for any piece of garment that didn’t belong to him. “I don’t know.” 

“What time is it? What day is it? How—” 

“Look,” one of his hands raised as the other gripped the edge of the furniture behind him, grounding him to reality. “I’ve as much information as you.” 

A hiss of pain pierced through the room as she frowned deeply. Her hands instinctively reaching backward to her nape as the other tightly gripped the sheet against her chest. Confusion palpable in her face as, with drawn-together eyebrows and parted lips, she admired leftover blood in her hand from a wound that was probably repeated over the past few days. 

“You... you marked me?” her voice sounded distant. “But... I’m a beta.” 

Quick was him to add, “Yes, about that,” as if this was the only question on an exam’s sheet that he knew and was eager to answer. “No.” 

Her accusing eyes were back on him, not looking very pleased. “What do you mean? I’m 24 years old, I can’t present now. I’m a beta.” 

“Yeah,” he repeated this time less sure, “No…” 

She scoffed, offended that he doubted her word. “You’re saying you know more than me about myself? Than doctors? Than my own enlistment sheet?” 

Levi clicked his tongue and softly shook his head, “I ain’t no doctor, I’m just stating the shitty facts I got, and those are that alphas can’t claim betas,” his words seemed heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. “And betas don’t trigger a fucking rut of days into me. You got both.” 

His lips pursed together, head tilted downwards, and looking to his right. Being subtle and diplomatic with his words wasn’t what he was known for, and therefore he was trying his best to control his sharp tongue. She seemed obviously confused and scared. Society had certain implicit rules and expectations learned after presentation that Alphas and Omegas learned across the way as they grew. Himself had taught Eren when he presented that the brat couldn’t go around baring teeth and sniffing around if there was an Omega, to get a hold of their instincts. Couldn’t even imagine how it felt to find out about it so late in life. 

“Are you implying this was my fault?” Her eyes appeared reflective, and he hated that. 

“No, that ain’t what I said,” He quickly restored, involuntarily getting defensive. “Look, let’s—” his right hand raised once again trying to get his point across. Now presented, he could perceive her uneasiness in the air. 

“Don’t you dare to tell me to calm down,” the way she spat each word and the anger in her tone caught him off guard. 

His unwillingness to add to the issue made the hand that was reaching out softly switch to the right, pointing to the door as he spoke. “Let’s take a shower,” he rearranged his statement, “I bet the water warmed up already. Why don’t you take a shower while I clean this pigsty?” 

While the uneasiness in the room lingered as the stale air, the hostile undertones seemed to withdraw slowly as her attention focused on the bedroom’s floor, allowing Levi a moment of freedom from her demanding glance. “I— I’ve nothing to wear when I come out.” 

As the soldier he was, ready to break from the shock and jump into the battlefield, it snapped him. Turning around to quickly gather the first pieces of garments he could find and handing them back to her. “There are towels in the bathroom.” 

Y/N grabbed the pile of clothes and carefully put her feet back on the floor as she descended the bed, taking the sheet with her as if it could provide any sort of protection. Once the door was shut close, Levi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It hadn’t been easier than he anticipated. In reality, he had anticipated nothing, so her not snapping him across the face was already a win. 

Though he dedicated himself to picking up the remaining food and belongings scattered on the floor, the bitten loaves of bread, now growing mold, made him grimace uneasily and blush slightly in shame. Images of him hastily consuming the food until crawling back to bed played in his mind. Being reduced to such an animalistic state brewed a self-absorbed shame that was hard to explain. Perhaps it felt akin to the last time he had experienced a rut, despite not being with an omega—back in his early to mid-twenties, nearly a decade ago. The closest feeling that mirrored his shame was as if he had regressed to bedwetting or, more accurately, having to wash sheets after a wet dream. While it was natural for alphas to suffer ruts twice a year upon reaching adulthood, the years without them left him feeling wrong. 

Opening the window, he noticed the early morning glow in the sky. Inhaling fresh breaths, he felt a chill like sinking into frozen water. Both the office and bedroom windows were open, creating an airflow. Finally, out of his bedroom, he surveyed his suspiciously tidy office. Despite his hazy state, he seemed to have confined himself to lurking in his bedroom. A thin layer of dust, perceptible only to him, hinted that more days had passed than he anticipated. "There you are," he murmured, his eyes fixed on two pieces of clothing strewn on the floor—a nightgown and a cardigan. Picking them up, he folded them together. 

The sound of the bathroom door's knob opening caught his attention. Instead of leading to the bedroom, she emerged from the entrance that connected to the office. Uncertain, he stood still as her presence appeared again, holding folded bedsheets in her arms. The grey trousers and black turtleneck sweater she wore belonged to him. Their eyes met again; she seemed not to expect this encounter. 

"Uhm... I'm going to my room," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "Your sheets." 

Levi extended his hand to accept her offer and handed her the folded clothes. He tried to engage the part of his brain responsible for social interaction to come up with an appropriate response. She took her clothes, mumbled a "Thank you," and left. Standing there, looking at the closed door, he felt confused, ashamed, and doubtful. Should he have said something? Done something? Well, in his mind, he had done enough—more than enough. 

‘Perhaps she needs time,’ he tried to rationalize the situation, but the painful short stabs in his body were something he wasn’t used to. His body wasn’t happy that he had let go of his mate, his perhaps pregnant mate. Instincts demanded once again; she may be carrying his offspring, and he just let her go—undefended, unprotected, to God knows where! ‘I know where, to her shitty room,’ he muttered under his breath as he argued against himself. 

Slender fingers scratched the back of his head, searching for mental peace. The growl of his stomach gave him an answer to the roaming question in his mind—what to do now? Search for food, apparently. The coldness of the air coming through the open windows made him shiver; feeling something other than scorching heat was refreshing. The walk of shame down the halls to the higher-ups' kitchen was reduced slightly by the early hours and its lack of people around. Continually sighing while thinking that anything inside the kitchen would be devoured. If it was from anyone else, he would apologize later; right now, he felt as if he had gone out and gotten pissed drunk the night before—overwhelmingly starving. 

“Well well well, look who finally came out from his bunker,” 

Levi did a quick side-eye contact as he bit on a piece of bread with cheese on top while he cooked himself breakfast, unable to wait until the actual meal was finished. Groaning an acknowledging reply to Hange as he had his mouth full. 

“If it wasn’t for the very loud awkward noises that came from your room, I would have declared you dead already,” the mischievous smile was even perceptible in their tone as they wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulders. 

“I’m not in the mood, four eyes,” the captain muttered once he had swallowed the food. 

“Unbelievable, you are the lucky bastard who had been getting laid for almost twelve days straight, and you’re in a bad mood?! Nothing can make you stop being grumpy, isn’t it?” Hange said clearly entertained, but their words made Levi’s eyes sparkle. 

“Twelve days? What day is it?” 

Hange began to chuckle before replying, “18th of November. You owe me one; I had been training your squad and doing your paperwork for two weeks.” 

Uneasy groans of complaint echoed in the small kitchen as he stirred around the eggs with the bacon. His deadly eyes met the other squad leader, “Owe you? You should have kept everyone out of my room! You realize what I’ve just done?” 

Hange raised both of their hands in the air, “Wow wow, slow down! How is this my fault?” Their loud complaints were quick to arrive as Levi muttered bitter replies under his breath, “How was I supposed to know she was an omega? And even if I found out, you would have ripped my arms off just for the sake of mating with her.” 

“Yeah... you’re fucking right, goddamned it,” Levi accepted it resigned. 

“Where's your baby girl?” Hange’s cheeky personality was quick to return. “Making breakfast for your wifey?” 

“Don’t call her that,” Levi spit out, “In her room, she left.” 

It was the squad leader’s time to groan uneasily, “You let your newly presented and bonded mate leave? And you call yourself a high breed Alpha?” 

If it was even possible, Levi frowned more deeply. “What was I supposed to do?” he dragged the words as he muttered them under his breath, putting his breakfast out of the pan. “Kidnap her in my room?” 

Hange, who grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate to eat, owned a tired dead gaze from Levi, only to see him roll his eyes as the squad leader complained about it burning their fingers and being hot while they tried to eat it anyway. “Well,” they chuckled with their mouth full, “You kidnapped her there for twelve days, one more one less wasn’t going to make a difference.” 

The captain tiredly sighed echoed as he grabbed his plate and tugged it away from the other alpha before they devoured it all. Carefully putting the dishes in a tray with a tea set for the rest of the morning, ready to find solitude in his chambers again. 

“By the way,” Hange added again, “When do you think the due date is? Erwin and I have a bet on who is going to be cool uncle.” 

Levi stopped midway as he was about to leave the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face the brunette. “Why the hell were you and Eyebrows talking about that shit?” 

The other alpha simply shrugged and then commented, entertained, “It was hard not to talk about it. You two weren’t particularly hush about it, you know? We’re entitled to talk about it after enduring almost two weeks of hearing you two mate like wild animals.” 

Uneasy groans mixed with his ashamed grimace at the mere thought. It didn’t help that the titan lover kept going, “You know, we both concluded that we can’t believe we thought of her as a beta.” Their comment, made with the same unbothered attitude as Hange was known for rambling about topics, didn’t match with Levi's shift in attitude. First, the confusion surpassed his previous shame, only to then demand an explanation with his fierce, sharp eyes. Hange began to chuckle nervously as they thought that, perhaps, they shouldn’t have said that. “Well... you know...” they muttered, feeling the short man’s anger, “… it’s impossible that was a beta’s ass.” 

Two alphas, closed in a room talking about his omega’s ass. It’s the best ass in the walls, don’t get him wrong, but he’s the only one allowed to make that observation... at least publicly. 

“Ugh,” Hange complained loudly as they walked down a hall. 

Erwin looked at the squad leader confused and highlighted, “I saw Levi’s window open; he’s finally out?” then added, “Are you alright?” 

“Levi kicked me,” they replied as they caressed their butt. 

Shaking his head slightly and sighing as if he were dealing with children, “I told you not to tell him anything weird while he still had a cocktail of hormones inside him,” the commander simply reproached them. 

The thud of the forehead impacting with the harsh oak wood of the desk, the deep breath that came out as a scoff, fogging up the surface, the subtle sleet hitting the windows’ glass behind before turning into snow once again, dark locks tangling as they fell forward graciously, and the clock in the office announcing it was almost midnight. ‘I survived.’ Those felt like accurate words despite his line of work; his body felt as if he had been grabbed by a titan and snapped against those big trees. His body felt in better shape when he came back from an expedition, and he wasn’t lying. Not even the best intentions and the hardest mental strength could force him to go to training with his squad; the kids had been annoyingly supportive of hearing him feel better from his “cold.” 

The muscles of his legs twitched involuntarily, and the muscles of his body felt like jelly; his brain fogged with tiredness. Blaming it completely on the drop in hormones that forced him to be on top of his game, now he felt as if he was suffering withdrawal. Any mix of substances that his body produced in excess during his rut to secure the stamina to endure the mating, the strength and sharpness to be ready to fight for his breeding right, and also to protect him and his mate during the period the pheromones could have driven someone into their nest had fulfilled its role. Now, without them and the tiredness of the aftermath of forcing his body into them, it had left him feeling as if someone had smashed all his bones. Adding to that, his instincts didn’t cease to remind him to stay close to his mate, whom he hadn’t seen all day. In normal situations, newly mated couples would have nested until both felt back to their usual selves and, more importantly, until the claiming mark settled and marked forever their bond. 

If he had three surviving brain cells after everything, two were completely dedicated to reminding him that whatever they should be doing as mates, he simply wasn’t doing it. Gritting his teeth as his instincts having power over him was starting to drive him nuts. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk to her, but he also wished to respect her space. Tired eyes, half-lidded, looked through his dark and dense eyelashes as he checked the clock after it began to announce midnight. The only few times he had left his chambers to pick up and deliver paperwork and during meals to check on his squad, he hadn’t seen her. And from what he subtly asked, nobody else had either. 

This anxiety and uncertainty in him weren’t normal; he was usually decisive. The tip of the fountain pen hit against the paper, leaving little dots as he pondered the idea of checking on her, trying to decipher if it was his instincts talking or actual rational thoughts. 

“Fuck it,” 

White rice with butter and cheese in a bowl, carried on a tray, sliced apples, chamomile tea. Were the rumors true that omegas felt nauseous during post-mating syndrome? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to take risks. Had he overdone it? His anxiety replied positively. His lack of security wasn't something he enjoyed, and his knuckles hesitated to knock on the infirmary's door that led to her personal chambers inside. Forcing himself, one, two, three knocks resounded too much for his liking in the middle of the night. 

Time seemed to move slowly, and he seriously considered leaving the food there. Then the door creaked, and her tired eyes observed him from the gap. 

"I-Uh... I brought you some supper," Levi mentioned, slightly raising the tray as if the metal piece with food on top wasn't enough indication. 

The heavy dark circles under her eyes, the reflection in them, and her uneven look. She had seen better days; they had seen better days. Her silence gnawed at his sanity, and he seriously considered that interacting was easier when they were both intoxicated with their own hormones. Plus, his awkwardness and lack of social skills made him conclude that, perhaps, his body was right, and the only way he could engage in producing offspring was clouding his judgment completely. 

"Everything smells very strong, makes me nauseous," her voice, subtle as the flight of a moth in the middle of the night, murmured as her hands gripped the edge of the door, resting her face and weight on it. "It's very overwhelming." 

Levi readjusted his weight to the other leg and gave it a thought. "It's natural; you'll get used to it," he replied shortly, "and learn to kinda switch off your brain to not pay attention to every piece of nonsense." 

He, for example, could perceive it all. She was like an open book, her distress, confusion, and now subtle tints of happiness that he tried to attribute to her body reacting positively to the proximity of him as her mate. It was, in a sense, a bit endearing how she wasn't able to control her pheromones yet. 

Y/N's soft chuckles caught his attention as the air turned sweet, and she smiled softly. "You know a lot," she replied. Unconsciously, it boosted his pride; her body reacted positively and relaxed in his presence. 

"I presented when I was 11, an early bloomer. I remember wanting to rip off my shitty nose from my face," his comment made her chuckle again, and it made him wish he had something else to say to earn another smile. 

She let the door adorned with a small brass plaque that simply read "Infirmary" slide open and stepped to a side as a subtle indication he was welcome in. Levi had been there too many times, none of them for himself but usually because Jean and Eren fought again. As one entered, the scent of antiseptic greeted them, mingling with the faint aroma of old wood and polished linoleum floors and hers that it took all his willpower to fight against. If his body was trying to return to its normal working system, her uncontrolled liberation of pheromones was like a punch in the gut that he tried to hide. 

The walls were painted in a soothing, muted colour to create an illusion of calmness, while the tall, narrow windows allowed slivers of nightlight to filter through dusty curtains. Rows of narrow iron beds lined the room, each neatly made with crisp white sheets and thin, worn blankets. A wooden cabinet filled with basic medical supplies, from bandages to cough syrup, occupied one corner, its glass doors revealing caramel bottles with remedies. 

A small desk in the corner held a register where ailments and treatments were meticulously recorded with pen and ink. A single, dim lamp illuminated the desk, casting a pool of light in an otherwise subdued room. One small door that mimetite with the walls, led to her personal chambers. They were very similar to his, slightly smaller and with a small round table probably to fill up the lack of an office. And, of course, a bathroom with two doors, one leading to the infirmary and another to her room. He left the tray on the table, and his eyes did a quick check on her room, mostly out of curiosity. 

It was tidy, not to his standards but nice. The bed was made, and the sort of femininity that the place radiated made him giggle or nervous from inside. Perhaps it was the crochet table runner, the bed's scarf, the small pots with plants on the window frame, the body lotions next to the bed. The attention to details that he, despite living in his own space for longer, hadn't thought of buying, and she had insisted on making the place her own despite the lugged bags still being around as she hadn't been done unpacking yet. It all made him wonder when the last time had been he had been at a woman's place; the life in the scouts really makes nights lonely. 

Not wanting to overstay his visit, he was ready to leave. But as she sat down on her small table, her hand reached out to grip his forearm and look up to him. "Stay; it makes my mind so calm and quiet when you're around," she said without any restrictions. 

"It's the bond," Levi murmured, but he sat down anyway. Trying to disguise how mentally peaceful himself was now that they were close, his possessiveness of "what if there's another alpha around when I'm not there? What if she lets another alpha claim her to change the mark when it's still too fresh?" quickly subsided. 

She took quiet and slow spoon feed portions of the rice, and he tried to glue his eyes on anything else to not make her feel observed while eating. Her loud tired sighs filled the extremely uncomfortable silence, "you know... my life was way easier when I was a beta." 

Levi hummed in appreciation, "I bet," he added without much to say. 

"It's a very weird feeling, bittersweet perhaps," Y/N murmured while she slowly ate. She chuckled softly, as if she remembered something funny. "I had this very silly crush on you since I joined, and you helped me clean the infirmary. I accepted that we would only be friends because," she stopped, and he looked at her, shocked. "Well, because you're a high-breed alpha-" 

"I've never actually cared about those shits, not like I'm some banker's brat that needs to secure an heir," Levi quickly added, interrupting her. 

"Huh?" Her face turned to the left to look at him as his statement made no sense, raising an eyebrow in confusion. 

Words weren't his strength, so he decided to spit out anything in his brain. "That I didn't care you were a beta." 

"Are you implying you had been flirting with me before this?" 

He scratched the back of his head and murmured slightly offended, "Yeah, for the past two months. Thank you for finally noticing." 

Despite his soft words, she remained confused “That was you flirting?” 

Levi scoffed, offended. "Fucking excuse me, usually, we flirt with scents and mark territory — both things you didn't notice until now." 

Perhaps then, pieces fell into place, the sense of calmness she experienced each time they had tea at his place. The subtle citrus, lavender-scented with a musky undertone had always been him, trying to convey his intentions in the only way he knew how. Or, maybe, all the opposites—his body reacting on its own, even at the prospect of her being a beta, trying to provide a sense of protection and calmness to the place, showing his willingness to a potential mate. 

The only reply he got was a few shallows, quiet chuckles before she continued eating a little longer, a soft smile on her features. "And the bittersweet part?" Levi insisted, picking up where she had left off. 

"Oh," her memory recalled her comment, and she blushed heavily. "Well... apparently mating with an alpha is harder than being stepped on by a horde of Titans," she explained, grimacing uneasily. "I've bruises everywhere, and I can barely move." 

"I usually behave more... I'm not particularly vanilla, but I'm a bit more civilized." As the air lightened slightly, and it felt as if both were finally addressing the elephant in the room, Levi tried to force himself to be a bit more talkative. "If it makes you feel better, I feel like shit too." 

"You? What could you possibly be hurting from?" 

"I would like to see you topping for twelve days straight," Levi snorted back, his pride hurt that she wasn't taking his part of the job seriously. 

"Fair, fair." Giving in just for the sake of it, she picked up a slice of the red apple and ate it casually. "You know..." she thought of commenting but then, "nevermind." 

"What? Just spit it out," Levi's harsh nature stepped in, especially insisting as he observed her face turn red. 

"I was just thinking that... Maybe this explains why," her voice grew hushed and embarrassed, "I always felt like something was lacking with my beta ex." 

An entertained scoff left his lips, mixed with a cocky side smirk. He felt as if his inner alpha was kicking out of happiness. Alphas are competitive, possessive, and jealous creatures by nature; they may even feel jealous of the pillow their omega hugs while asleep. Being delighted with the idea that there’s no other that could provide the strength they show while mating is like a big pat on their back. 

Levi didn’t want to press the matter too much, letting her come and talk things out at her own pace. Her brows drew together as she felt the pain pulsing again, her hand reaching backward to softly caress the mark on her neck. “This hurts horrendously,” she admitted through clenched teeth, “I put numbing cream and-” 

“Don’t put anything on it,” Levi quickly interrupted. “Your body may react more because it feels that you may be trying to reject it.” 

Her eyes opened, locked into his, the frown still present. “Was biting me this hard so absolutely necessary?” 

“If I had any power over my actions during a rut, do you think we would be in this situation? Where there is a high chance, I got you knocked up?” 

Levi’s words pierced the night like a cannonball does from the top of the walls to a titan’s neck; she looked at him uneasy and confused. Nobody dared to even whisper; not even the sound of a mouse was perceived. Her expression of anger softly switched, as she averted his gaze looking in another direction. Maybe she preferred not to think about it, but Levi has always been a man that faced reality as it was given to him. 

“Maybe...” she started to suggest, breathing deeply. “Maybe it didn’t take,” 

Levi slightly contorted uneasily, taking a subtle deep breath to steady himself. “What?” her ignorance in certain dynamics was something he had to constantly remind himself. He knew she didn’t do it with harm, “I just came out of a two-week rut, my body has more hormones at the moment than a fifteen-year-old brat... try not to say straight in my face that I didn’t breed you properly because you’re only triggering another round on me.” 

“I’m just saying that I know that some low-breed omegas can’t get pregnant by high-breeds that easily. “ She insisted, giving it a rational thought “Maybe the reason I didn’t present is that I’m closer to a beta than an omega by being low breed.” 

While her explanation seemed logical in her mind, Levi heard her with a deadpan expression. “Didn’t you hear me? Two shitty weeks, no fuckin’ way you’re low-breed.” 

Perhaps that had been the consolation she had been running with the entire day, and the weight of the matter began to hang on her heavier than before, which didn’t help Levi to feel less concerned and uneasy. Her attention lost somewhere, and for once, Levi wished he could be subtle and charismatic, perhaps to have something to say. The confession she had made a few minutes ago held in Levi’s mind longer than he liked to admit, and he tried to wrap himself around it to initiate his response, waiting first for a bit for her to add anything else. 

“Ehm-” he cleared his throat as he drew attention back to him, sat down around her small round table in the corner of her room, “maybe we jumped a bunch of shitty steps in the dating process or whatever, but I don’t mind trying to make it work if you want.” 

His right hand dubiously reached out thinking of creating physical contact for comfort. First reaching for her left thigh but reconsidering deeply, while pressing his lips together, he moved it upwards to her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “And I’ll back you up in any decision you take about it if it turns out you’re knocked up.” 

Her drained voice, perhaps due to tiredness or fear, whispered, “Really?” 

“Huh?” Levi seemed slightly confused, “well, we are already bonded, so at least we could give it a try...” 

“No, I mean the other. You really don’t mind anything?” her voice was barely above a whisper. 

The washed-out memory of his own mother popped into his mind for a brief second before replying seriously and with no doubt on his face, "Well... I won’t be the one pregnant for nine months and neither the one who is going to be giving birth, so what I prefer doesn’t really matter," Levi said unfazed. "And I know I’m not a fucking sunshine, but I’m not that shitty to get you knocked up and leave you to face it alone." 

While nothing was written in stone, and the consequences of it were still too soon to be sure, there was a soft sense of tranquillity that washed over her. A soft smile cracked on her face. "Thank you," she murmured. 

At the beginning, it felt conflicting going back as if nothing had happened. Drinking tea at his office while both worked on their respective paperwork, nobody wanted to press the matter further. Though Levi would hear whispering gossip between his own squad, the Captain tried his best to let her process what had happened and allow himself to do it. 

Keeping the scouts under strict rules of not letting it escalate was easy; a death glance from Humanity’s strongest soldier was enough to make all the curious cadet and squad leaders keep themselves in line. Humanity’s strongest soldier, that’s who Levi was. "Worth an entire army," whispers as the scouts pass by, the only one that people recognized enough for those "Wanted" posters while they were fighting the uprising a few months ago. The person people put their dreams and hopes in now that they were planning the retake of Wall Maria. 

"MH..." hummed sounds echoed in her throat as her delighted eyes admired the pastries in the showcase. Levi has taken his squad to pick up groceries downtown, and she had insisted on going, breathing some fresh air and sending medical reports. "I’m really craving something sweet," it was more of an inner monologue than something meant to be answered. 

Though her eyes full of desire caught Levi's attention as he was waiting for the provisions given to him, analyzing it with second thoughts. But he wasn’t the only one with curious eyes; the baker admired the scene behind the counter. The madam was an omega, and, while her years of fertility may have already passed, she had been involved in too many dynamics and had enough kids behind her to spot a freshly mated couple from a mile. 

"Ah! The hazelnuts one, please!" Y/N had finally made up her mind on her little treat, pointing with her finger across the glass at the small cake. The old woman nodded in agreement. Another coworker was putting the big flour white bags on the rustic cart they had brought to take the provisions as Levi supervised both. When the baker was handling the smaller purchase, Y/N was about to handle her payment, but Levi was quick to offer the money first with the military coupons for the food provisions. 

"Hey," she looked at him complaining but not completely mad. "It’s mine; I’m paying." 

Levi clicked his tongue, "Don’t be stupid," he insisted and grabbed the paper bag to hand to her. While he didn’t reciprocate the soft pouting, she did at him, the shop owner simply took his food coupons and smiled as she regretted the money. 

"It’s on the house," she quickly added, and Y/N checked the inside of the bag, and there were also extra treats and cookies. Levi didn’t seem convinced about it, but the old woman, with her white apron covering most of her dress and her hair out of the way, smiled interestedly and asked, "When is the due date?" 

Older women and their audacity; colours quickly dropped from both, only to raise back harder as blood rushed to their cheeks. 

"Ehm, it’s too soon yet," Levi quickly added, trying to smooth out the situation, shortly spitting out the answer. 

The surprised gasp, and then "Oh, I thought... well, it’s hard to tell with all the layers during winter," she insisted. Y/N smiled awkwardly, as, after receiving the gift, she didn’t want to just leave. "So, is it recent?" 

Levi’s eyes did quick checks on the cart, praying it would get all the provisions faster so he could slip himself from this social situation, "Yeah," he groaned out. 

"Weird... it’s not mating season," she commented, pointing out something that Levi had probably seen coming; he had to hold back a sigh. 

"Yes, well, thank you very much," he replied faster as he noticed the cart was loaded, and he was more than ready to leave. Y/N thanked back too, gathering any left in her to give a sort of friendly grimace before walking away with him. 

The uncomfortable silence as they walked across the rest of the shops, Levi’s squad taking care of different tasks, and some of them even shopping for themselves. "How?" she began to question unsure while adjusting her scarf that covered the mating mark. 

"The scent," Levi quickly replied, already knowing where the conversation was going. "I come here very often; she probably noticed the change, and you smelling as a mated omega put two and two together." 

Humming a mix between an understanding but confused reply, she wrapped herself better in her coat as the weather was still very harsh. "I still get confused about the aromas thing," the nurse confessed. "Sometimes it feels like teenagers get it better than me." There was a sort of defeat with shame in her tone. 

"When you’re mated, you can say that you stink less. After all, there’s no point in dragging attention any further," Levi explained. "Think of it as getting a cheap, shitty perfume; you still smell like you, but less intense." 

Her attention was drawn to her left as he explained it out for her, both resting on the edge of the cart as they waited. Blaming the cold on her cheeks, softly blushing as she smiled at his understanding. After this, she was thankful that her trips to the downtown were very scarce because the rumor spread faster than any winter flu. Levi could barely walk down without getting congratulations, presents, cheerful words from older women and young mothers. Some gifted him wood for the baby, treats for his mate, the proud pats of older alphas telling him that "good for him, it was time already for getting a proper mate." 

Even the Reeves sent him meat under the excuse that "pregnant women need more iron." His face always tried to hide the unpleasant social moments that came with this, but Hange insisted that he was not nailing at faking being happy about the public celebrations. 'It’s too soon,' he would insist, but 'you’re a high breed and so is she, both young, everybody is sure it will take.' 

"Perhaps it’s bad timing," Erwin commented, trying to hold back a mischievous smirk. "But Nile and Zackary send their congratulations." Levi dedicated his beast dead glance across the office as they were in a meeting. Hange didn’t even try to hold back a loud laugh while Erwin tried his best not to chuckle in the captain’s face. "Don’t look at me like that; I didn’t tell them... they found out on their own." 

Fingers doing pressure on the bridge of his wrinkled nose, "Fuck me," he cursed under his breath. It’s not that he wasn’t "sure"; it had been almost two months, and she hadn’t come to him with any "news," which meant that any passing day was more of a confirmation than a negative. She seemed reluctant even to mention the topic, and since both seemed to be improving the quality time together, Levi didn’t want to risk asking too much. But the uncertainty was starting to grow on him. It didn’t help that her pheromones sometimes gave him clues when they were alone that she was interested in perhaps moving a bit further than just sharing teatime together. His scent quickly matched, giving away that he was more than willing to get tangled in bed once again, this time both consciously. 

But... she never noticed, never made a move, and after what happened, he wanted her to take the lead. 'It’s her body reacting,' he reminded himself, which was both arousing to know her deeper instincts wanted him, cute that she couldn’t control it yet, and frustrating to know that it wasn’t voluntary. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had never been mated before, obviously, and being around his mate triggered it more. If he had gone so many years without it that after getting laid again, he started to crave it more. But he felt the necessity. 

So, there she was, sat down on his desk, legs swinging as she ranted about how her day visiting her friends had been. Until the unsure clearing of her throat caught his attention again from paperwork. "I was... wondering if perhaps you could spare me a couple of clothes?" 

That had definitely caught him off guard. "My friends from my nurse’s hostel, most of them are omegas, so they almost threw me a welcome party," Levi hummed understanding, wanting to know where this was going. "They mentioned that perhaps my insomnia may be due to... nesting? That my body feels uneasy, and perhaps having my mate’s scent would help? Sounds very stupid, I know-" 

"Sure," he quickly agreed and blessed his well-known stoic face to hide his disappointment. His own mate preferred a bunch of scented clothes over being with him; his inner instincts were kicking in anger, almost throwing a tantrum in the floor of his mind like a spoiled brat. Being rejected by your bond is not something alphas took easily, and he had to clench his teeth holding back the imperious necessity to mark territory again. He was better than behaving like a wild animal, he knew but yet. 

"Give me a minute to finish this report," he replied between clenched teeth. 

"Expedition Wall Maria?" She asked, somehow trying to keep the conversation alive. He hummed positively. "How are the preparations going?" she insisted, pushing the topic further. 

"Good." 

Her lips pressed together; her eyes never left the back of his head as he curved over his desk to write endless reports. Then, "You’re going to come back, right?" pierced the room, followed by "...you’re not leaving me to deal with this alone, right?" 

The pen stopped moving as his fingers left it to rest after it had run out of ink, his back straightened up to look over to her as she remained seated on the edge of the desk, the desk where he had undressed her. Coral light filtering through the window’s glass landing on her. The training was over only an hour ago, and he tried to advance paperwork before dinner. It was still early, and the bustling of the building hadn’t ceased yet. Despite it all, Levi felt as if the silence was overwhelmingly loud. 

The doubt in her eyes was almost tangible; therefore, he said the only thing that crossed his mind. "I’ll come back walking if I have to." 

Fast short scoff as her cheeks raised in a tender smile, Levi was tempted to push the idea further. He took it as a confirmation somehow and wanted to know it all, at least what she knew so far. But before he knew it, she was descending from his desk, and the intentions of leaving the place were written all over her face. 

"Let me finish this, and I’ll give you the shirts," Levi insisted, the disappointment on his face was hard to disguise until her hand grabbed his armrest for support, one leg then the other. It was so simple, but his legs tilted sideways, and he could feel how his blood dropped to pump downwards as she sat down on his lap. Instinctively tilting his leg outward, making space, parting legs. 

The scent passing thought his nostrils, soaking in his brain, making him be aware of his fangs before he could notice. It wasn’t like a heat, of course, not but inviting enough. Receiprocating almost immediately, on full will and not so much too, seeing how with each breath her cheeks blushed more and her eyes turned transparent. Ass on his knees, making him wish she had moved forward directly over his bulge, to feel the sweet pressure of her body over his dick.  

"I don’t think I want the shirts..." She murmured, somehow quickly breathless, as her right hand reached forward to cup his face, “I’ve one and it doesn’t smell like you,” her eyes turning transparent as the pheromones sank in, remembering the clothes he had borrowed her the morning after “You smell divine,” 

His hands moved instinctively, quickly rubbing her sides lightly, cupping her hips before gripping and try to push her closer, “How is this fucking fair?” he said hoarsely, trying to keep his voice level despite the fire raging through his veins “You had my clothes and I was here, like a teenager trying to recall how your slippery cunt milked me dry,” 

The shock ways shivering down both of them, forcing a soft gasp out of her parted lips as Levi buried his face on the crook of her neck, feeling his mating mark. Recalling with pleasure it had been him who had claimed her, she was all his and nobody else. Shameless tongue running through the mark with closed eyes and scoff of aphrodisiac reassurance, he could feel the pheromones in her skin. Both bodies reacting to each other as if they were made for this. Her hand gripping his dark locks as her neck suffered the attack. 

Softly rocking between his parted legs, she could feel the outline of his hardening cock almost painfully twitching against the white trousers of the uniform. Crumping upwards the skirt but a strong push of her hand against his chest got him resting on the desk’s chair. Dusted cheeks, sassy smirk, her neck glistering under the tangerine light of the afternoon, “I want to suck you, Captain,” 

He couldn’t make his mind in which he liked more, the memory of her in-drunk state of pure heat’s submission, becoming a pliant hole for him to fuck rough or her assertive cock drunk self. But he couldn’t mind it less as her hand palmed the front of his trousers before grasping his length to start to pump it through the fabric. She straddled Levi, hand on his shoulders before kissing him desperately, Levi kissed her back forcefully.  

The early afternoon had turned excided as one of his hands gripped the back of her neck to kiss her deeply, hips gridding against each other. His hand kneeling her ass through the uniform dress with content. Head switching to the sides as he pried her mouth open, saliva dripping to the sides. The sound her lips parting echoed in the office, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the view of her reddish pumped lips. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he imagined her on her knees, those full lips wrapped around him. 

His hands tightened around her ass cheeks, before giving it a good smack that made her jump slightly in his lap. Loud gasp as he pulls her closer and he leaned towards her ear again “Eager for it, huh?” 

“Mhh-” Nodding enthusiastic while humming positively. 

“Good girl,” Levi smirked, caressing her ass once more, squeezing it tightly before slapping it again. Burning sensation crossing though her body only to feel it tingling with the afterglow heating sensation of the hit, “On your knees. Suck me dry, baby girl,”  

Straighten up slightly on his seat as she pulled away to get on her knees to unbuckle his belt. Raising slightly to rip his trousers and boxes as down as they could go with the harness on. Uncomfortably staying on the middle of his thighs and Levi quickly concluded that whoever designed the military uniform didn’t get laid frequently or, at least, they weren’t thinking in getting fuck on their desk’s chair. Exposing his hardened cock fully, it stood erect and throbbing as the tip glistered with pre cum. On top of his balls, the base was slightly engorged as it prepared for the knotting at the correct time. 

Half lidded eyes admiring as she hovered with her forearms on each side of his legs to softly, almost ghostly, run the tip of her tongue through his thick, pale shalf. The action alone, the teasing, made him want to thrust forward and leak precum thought the tip. Big eyes looking up to him through her eyelashes. Smirking playfully as she collected the dropping with her tongue, only to then roll down the foreskin, revealing the tip to wrap her lips around the darkened head and suck directly from the exposed slit. 

His hands gripped the chenille of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into her mouth. Clenching his teeth as she kept teasing him, giving subtle little kitty licks to the sides, sucking directly from the tip without going down. Barely toughing him. 

“Fuck,” Levi cursed as he could feel the smirk on her lips, moving up again to the head. His hands gripped her head firmly, guiding her towards his aching member. "Suck me," he growled hoarsely, his voice filled with hunger and desire. Forcefully pushing her downwards this time, feeling the vibrations of her complain around his cock. 

“There you go,” Levi groaned. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily on it as she continued to stroke him firmly. Slender fingers ran up and down around her hair before make shifting a ponytail to keep the hairs out of her face, admiring the view better. Her reddish lips, struggling around his cock, watery eyes as she tried to take a bit more each time she went down, the hollowing of her cheeks, the velvety sensation of her tongue against the pulsating vein of his cock each time she bobbed upwards. Delicate hands gripping the side of his thighs for support as she began to bob her head with favour. Her hand continued to stroke him rhythmically, matching the pace of her mouth movements. 

“Fuck,” Levi's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she took him deep, her warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire length. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly as he began to thrust into her throat, fucking her face roughly.  

"That's it, girly," he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. His mind kept reminding him he should have got his sooner, remind her who was his alpha and get it. Fucking her throat roughly, his hips bucked wildly, each powerful thrust pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands dropped to his legs, fingers digging into his thighs for balance, hearing her struggle to take him all in. 

“MHH!” Her chocking sounds mixed with the whines as he kept forcing her head all the way down, the saliva dripping through her mouth corners. As she deep throated him, gagging, Levi's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head down harder against his member. His mind kept reminding him he should have gotten a mate sooner, priving himself from this was unhuman. To have an omega, to fuck her silly, to enjoy the tightest warmest cock-drunk cunt each time he wanted. Submissive pretty little thing, to mount and breed at least once per year. 

“What’s the matter? Not used to the thick fat cock of an alpha?” the smirk on his face could almost be heard through the pants that left his lips, “Don’t worry,” he mocked with faked condescending, “I’ll teach you how to be a proper omega,” 

Half lidded eyes looking back at him as she sobbed while letting Levi use her mouth, droll dripping down her chin. 

The feeling of her throat contracting around his length was unlike anything else he had ever experienced, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips bucked wildly, thrusting harder and faster, his balls slapping against her chin as she continued to suckle hungrily. 

"That's it," he growled, his voice low and husky. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock. “That’s my good girl,” he praised before finally pulling her head off with a loud pop. Quickly she crawled into his lap, straddling him. 

His fingers unbuttoned the front of her uniform, yanked down the sleeves to a side so he could have direct access to her chest. His fingers traced the delicate curves of her breasts through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He leaned forward, capturing one of them between his lips, sucking greedily as his hand cupped her other breast, kneading it roughly. 

“Ahh- Levi!” her soft moans echoing in the room mixing with the tale-tell of his lips licking her bud. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing it before finally taking it into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily through the fabric. The inner part of her breast turning a dark shade as he sucked the valley of her chest. Meanwhile, Levi’s freehand moved to gather her skirt to her waist.  

Levi's hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her skirt. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her again, suckling greedily on her nipple as he thrust his hips upwards, grinding their bodies together. His tongue continued to tease and suck on her nipple, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue against the sensitive bud and deep, forceful sucks that left marks on her skin. His hips rocked rhythmically beneath her, grinding their crotches together, seeking more contact. But it wasn't enough. He needed to feel her wetness, to know for certain how much she wanted him. 

As soon as his fingers brushed against her entrance, she let out a soft cry, arching her back into his touch. Her hips bucked subtly against his hand, inviting him deeper inside her. And so, without any further hesitation and incapable of waiting any more, Levi pushed her underwear to a side and slid two fingers into her core, moaning softly at the slick warmth enveloping him. 

"So fucking tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His thumb rubbed against her clit, circling it in a slow, deliberate motion. "You were made for this," then he insisted, “You got it all fucking wrong, you’ve always been made for this. To cramp down my fat knot,” 

Levi couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he heard Y/N’s soft mewls, her body responding eagerly to his touch clinging to his fingers like a vice. "You like that?" he murmured; his voice thick with desire. "You want more? You want me to breed you again?"  

"Mh," she moaned, arching her back further as his fingers delved deeper. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding herself steady as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Fuck yes..." 

Hair falling backwards as she arched over him, continuing to fuck herself on his fingers, Levi could feel the tension building within him. He wanted more—needed to be inside her, feeling her tight heat surround him completely. But there was something else driving him, too—something primal and possessive that made him crave the act of mark her as his own, to make sure everyone knew she belonged to him. 

“Yes! Ah- Yes, Levi!” Y/N mewled pleasantly, milking the digits. 

It was a strange feeling for him, this possessiveness over another person—but at the same time, it felt right. Like something he had been missing all these years without even realizing it. 

"Wanna get my knot again? Mh?" He chuckled darkly, almost coaxing a confession out of her. "I'll fucking remind you how I got you knocked up," he promised. Her body clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for more, and Levi didn't disappoint. 

"Tell me," He growled, his voice low and husky. "Admit it, you want my knot inside you." 

As if she had been waiting for this moment, Y/N’s eyes locked with his, filled with a mix of lust and submission. "Yes... I need it... give it to me..." 

"That's my girl," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Take every inch of me, just like your tight little cunt was made for this." 

He pulled his fingers out of her, savouring the sound of her whimpering protest. His hand reached down between their bodies, grasping his own painfully hard cock, which was now leaking copious amounts of precum onto his stomach. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, lining up his head with her tight hole. Her hand gripped his shoulder and slowly sunk on it. 

As Levi felt himself sliding into her tight heat, he groaned in pure bliss. Her walls squeezed around him, milking every inch of his length as she slowly lowered herself onto him. His fangs ached with the need to claim her again, but he resisted the urge for now. 

“N-Ngh,” she mewled, “Ah, so big,”. He had just put it in, and she could feel the head of his cock already prodding her cervix. The fullness and tug of her own body trying to fit him all in was aphrodisiacal, if it wasn’t that they were already bonded, she would have promised to never fuck a beta again. Levi’s dick was so impossible thick, it didn’t help that he pressed a hand on her belly to feel himself there. To feel himself filling her up to the brim as she wiggled her way down to be fully seated.  

His hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her to ease up and down his cock as he fucked her roughly, their bodies slapping together noisily. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his fangs ache with the need to mark her again. She was riding him as her life depended on it, mouth hanging open, drooling as her eyes rolled backwards each time his cock plugged all the way in, hitting all the good spots. 

"Fuck," Levi hissed, gasping softly as he admired with delight her well-fucked face. He could hear the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, see the glistening sweat on her skin as she moved against him. 

"Fucking— Shit," he growled breathless, thrusting harder into her depths. "You like that? You love swallowing my cock?” 

“YES! Ah- yes!” shamelessly moaning as she sat down completely, gyrating her hips before going back to bounce. 

Momentarily closing his eyes, pushing his head against the back of the seat as he felt his cock squeezed, sucking him in the best cunt he had ever had. “God- Yes, keep going,” he urged. Levi could feel it all the base of his cock inflate, her slick dripping down his balls. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her ass cheeks apart for better access to her hole. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his voice interrupted for heavy inhales and satisfied groans. 

“Fu-fuck, enjoying that dick?” Levi growled satisfied; his voice weakened with desperation. 

Positive mewls vibrated on her throat as he thrusted upwards hard enough to make her wince each time. 

"You're mine," Levi growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Mine to claim and fuck whenever I want." His hips bucked harder, driving deeper into her tight channel, hitting all her good spots mercilessly. 

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, creating a rhythmic beat that matched their shared heartbeats. Sweat dripped down both of them, mixing on their skin in a sticky mess. He could feel himself nearing climax, his balls tightening up as he prepared to release inside her. 

"Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let go and let me fill you up again." 

She let out everything shamelessly; mewls, whims, load moans of his name as she sank down one last time. Using his shoulder to leverage, gripping his uniform jacket with her fist, tugging him closer. Crying in pleasure as she came all over him. Levi gripped her hips harder, pounding upwards with everything he had, chasing his own release. 

“Nng- Ah-” she complained slightly as his swallowed base teased to finally pop inside. Levi gritted his teeth painfully as he kept gridding upwards, trying to finally put his knot. 

Levi couldn't hold back any longer, reaching forward and biting her harshly over his claiming mark once more. Painful gasp left her lips as she twitched over him. With one final powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel, groaning in pure ecstasy as his climax crashed over him once his knot pressed against her entrance and managed to slip in. His cock twitched violently, spurting hot seed deep within her womb, filling her up completely. 

"Ah- yesss!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." He kept jerking himself against her, pumping in in vain, unable to pull out, as he kept coming. He held onto her hips tightly, thrusting weakly against her even after he had finished, savouring the feel of being buried inside her. His heart pounded against his chest, and he could feel his breath hitching in his throat as the aftermath washed over him. 

Body slacked against the chair, collapsing on it. Hair sticking to each other's face as both panted heavily trying to catch their breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her head buried on the crook of his neck. Then she tilted lightly to the right as his hands softly caressed her face, pushing the sticky locks out of her features. She smiled softly with blushed cheeks and half lidded eyes in satisfaction. Leading forward, sharing a couple of sloppy kisses as they came down the peak.  

The once warm light that came through the window had turned coldly as the night slightly slipped in.  He felt exhausted yet satisfied, but an uncomfortable whine followed by a hiss left his lips as he felt her move. “Don’t” he warned her, his hand gripping her hips to hold her in place. His knot still locking them together and his cock twitched in overstimulation. 

Y/N groaned uncomfortable, “How long does this take?” 

“The more you move, the longer it will take,” He said, “Half an hour at least,” 

“I’m hungry,” she complained. 

“Well... that make two of us,” Levi replied. 

[littlemissayu]

TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 2)

ft: Octavinelle, Scarabia | pt.1; ft.Heartsabyul & Savanaclaw | pt.3; ft.Pomefiore, Ignhihyde | pt. 4; ft.Diasomnia

TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff

Azul Ashengrotto-

4 very well behaved children. For the majority of the time they are really good kids, listening, getting good grades,and respectful. Until you make one of them angry, bc they will hold that grudge and with find a way to pull a fast on you; yet will they admit they're mad if you simply ask? No. They DO know how to forgive and they do to the people they love. Honestly Azul would be a very gentle parent because he has a soft heart and doesn't think his kids could do anything wrong, definitely the parent who will find some excuse for his kid.Don't get me wrong he knows where to draw the line like if their kicking someone's chair on an airplane. 2 boys and 2 girls, and he would never have it any other way(even if originally he was sort of scared of messing them up).

Jade Leech-

2 kids, two adorable little girls. His daughters were super calm children. When you two first brought your first home you were gald yet worried because she rarely cried throughout the night. All you could think is 'This is so jade's daughter'. Both of your kids are absolutely brilliant and catch on fast. Your 2nd daughter was very into photography and would snap pictures of family and her dad's mushroom garden.One father's day she gave her dad a photo album filled with pictures of him with his family (and his mushrooms & terrariums); he almost cried tears of joy. Jade loves to spoil his little girls, he tries to say no to them but they give him those sad, sad eyes and he just gives in. Very protective of your and your girls, you guys are the most important people in his life.

Floyd Leech-

6-10 kids, two words ; baby machine. He loves seeing you pregnant so he does it over and over again. The most chaotic dad to ever have, wanna egg the neighbors house? He'll help. Wanna troll local Walmart employees? You guys will get kicked out together. Wanna rustle with a good ol' dad in the mud? Let's do it!! To others he may seem like a horrible parent but his kids know he always means best and they love him. He hates parent-teacher conference, bc now he has to listen to some strange rant about his kid for 25 minutes; but the upside is if his kids do really well they get to treat them for whatever they want. He'll also get to be super proud!! He has at least 2-3 sets of twins only one of them is boy-girl, other(s) is boy-boy.

Kalim Al Asim-

9- whenever you tell him you don't want anymore kids!! This man wants a huge family like he had growing up. Most of his kids seem to be super happy go lucky like their dad. He has more self-control by the time he has kids so thankfully he isn't throwing parties everyday, but if his kids want to have one ; go all out!! (Just don't do anything illegal). All his kids are given unlimited cards by the age of 13, he wanted to do 7 but you said it was too young so he agreed on 13. His kids are the life of every party, you either really love 'em or really hate 'em. These kids are 100% either home-schooled or in a prestigious private school and have bodyguards for the obvious reasons being they are Asim kids they have constant threat someone will assassinate/kidnap them. But Kalim is a great dad and his kids love him!! I'm not gonna list all his kids but his first is a little girl <3

Jamil Viper-

2 kids, very strict. He is the first Viper in years to break the long line of servitude to the Asim family. It's hard to break out of certain habits but, although it made his kids super sneaky, it also made them work really hard to not have dad be disappointed. His kids are super smart and always on top of their class. Like their dad they are very talented, his daughter takes up painting and martial arts, and his son takes up spelldrive and culinary. Jamil may be strict but he is also a very proud parent, as his kids seem to always do amazing things. He does tell them when he's proud and tells them how great they're doing and how much he loves them. Lucky for them they also inherited his gorgeous hair.

Octavinelle Masterlist

Scarabia Masterlist

TWST Masterlist

[the-froschamethyst4]

could u write smth about being out with Simon and a guy is hitting on reader?

Either watch the Hand or lose the Hand

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Ghost x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, hints of smut, harsh language, protective Ghost, creepy men, kissing, married couple, harassment, some perverted comments,

𖤐summary: Ghost and Y/n need to go to the store for a few things but when Y/n is on her own and Ghost is trying to find the other things on Y/n's list, but he comes back a creepy man is flirting with Y/n

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"Come on baby! We have to go!" Ghost yells for his wife from the bottom of the stairs.

"Chill, I'm taking my time, the store isn't going to grow legs and leave." Y/n giggles at her husband.

"You never know, and I want to get there before all the weird people come out."

"What's considered weird to you Ghost?" She asked, getting her sandals on and grabbing her purse to complete her outfit. Ghost placed his hands on her waist of her sundress and kissed her temple.

"I'm talking about the weird so-called single mothers that always hit on me," Ghost says, opening the front door for Y/n.

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Ghost grabbed a cart pushing it as Y/n locked her arm with his as they looked down at the list. Y/n and Ghost had a family cook out they were going to this Saturday, but they were also out of a few things.

Y/n wanted to make a fruit salad, and some cookies and brownies as a sweet treat. Ghost pushed the cart as Y/n was going over the list on what she needs. Ghost takes the list from her and memorized the things she needed.

"Why don't I go the stuff to make your homemade brownies and cookies and you worry about the fruit, okay?"

"Are you sure? It's a lot of things, Si."

"I know, I know, I can do it, I know what you need," Ghost says.

"Okay, get everything."

"I will," he kissed her lips before going to the baking section leaving Y/n on her own. She had grabbed strawberries, blueberries, grapes, kiwis, raspberries and more.

"You should get bananas if you like fruit." Y/n stopped what she was doing and turned around, she knew it wasn't Ghost, but she felt uncomfortable with that sort of comment.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"If you like fruit, get some bananas."

"Are you suggesting that because I'm a woman and 'knows' how to handle a 'banana' or you are just saying that cause you think you're funny?"

"Honey, I know I'm funny, that's why I suggested it, you could handle my banana anytime," Y/n gave a disgusted look on her face and walked away. She hates bananas and for this type of reason as well, she doesn't even eat bananas around her own husband.

"Hey, now, I wanna keep talking."

"Well, I don't wanna talk to you," she says, walking away.

"Come on, now, I'm sorry about the comment...I like your dress...you single?"

"Married?" Y/n says.

"Oh damn, well, he doesn't have to know-"

"Actually he will," Ghost comes up past him placing the baked goods in her cart. "And yeah, that dress also looks better on the floor," he smirks, placing his arm on her waist and they walked away from the creepy guy.

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Ghost and Y/n were now in the frozen section and the same guy was in the aisle, maybe he will leave Y/n alone getting the hint that Ghost is her husband and to leave her alone.

The guy was looking in the freezers 'looking' for something.

"Which one, love?" Ghost asked.

"The chicken, get chicken," she says, leaning on the cart, Ghost opens the freezer turning his back to her. The creep then shines his phone under Y/n's skirt.

She didn't notice. Ghost turns back around and the creep had moved away from Y/n, but Ghost caught it. He places the frozen meat into the cart and marches to the guy.

"Simon?"

Ghost grabs the creeps wrist, he drops his phone on the ground and Ghost grabs it off the floor, the creeps is wallowing in pain and his knees landed on the floor. Ghost opened his photos and saw a few pictures of Y/n's underskirt and a short video as well.

"You takin' photos of my wife!?" Ghost was pissed, seeing red pissed. Y/n had pushed the cart next to Ghost, he shows her the photos and video. She gasps and takes the phone from Ghost seeing more underskirt photos of different women.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Y/n asked.

"I think you're really pretty."

"You are fucking disgusting," Ghost then starts dragging the creep. Ghost drags him to the front of the store knocking on a door labeled 'Security'

The door opens and Ghost basically tosses the guy inside the office.

"He's taking underskirt photos of women and he got my wife," Ghost says.

"We caught him doing it to another woman, we called the police, it's good to know the police won't go on a wild goose chase to get this guy."

Ghost heads back to his wife, she looks at him a bit worried.

"Is he gone?"

"They already called the police because they caught him doing it to other women, I just made their job easier by dragging his creepy ass up there," he says, he puts his hand on her waist and they went to go pay for their stuff.

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Ghost and Y/n were home, and Ghost was putting everything away in their certain spots. Ghost placed the chicken on the counter and was going to prep it for dinner tonight.

Y/n was cutting veggies, once Ghost was done, he moves over to Y/n placing his hand on her butt giving her a lovingly squeeze and kissing her temple.

"You okay?" he asked her.

"I've just never had anything like that happen to me before...not even when I was in High school with dumb jocks, no one has ever done that to me before...I don't know, how I feel," she says, leaning on Ghost.

"I understand," he says.

Ghost watches as she cuts the vegetables he grabs her hands taking the knife from her hands, he made her wrap her arms around his waist and hugged her, rubbing her back.

"Your hugs are the best," she says, snuggling her face into his chest.

"Only for you...you are quite literally the only person I hug because you deserve it," he says, kissing the top of her head.

Y/n looks up at him, her chin on his chest. His hand ran through her hair, and kissed her lips.

"For now on, to make you feel comfortable I can go to the store for you or I can come with you everywhere."

"I wouldn't mind that," she says, burying her face in his chest.

[nadinefromwhere]

meeting the parents... BUT MAKE IT FILIPINO 💥💥💥

summary: it wouldn't be a challenge to meet your parents right?

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Zayne - Zayne or lovely doctor making sure to learn filipino or some words of it during his free time 💅🏻💅🏻 - AHEM EXCUSE ME AS SOON AS YOUR PARENTS SAW HIM THEY KNEW HE WAS THE ONE - “Anak ang gwapo ng boyfriend mo” - si mama - And since he’s a doctor they’ll gladly accept him as there son in law immediately ☝🏻 - LIKE HELLO I DON'T THINK THEY WOULD DENY THE FACT THAT THERE DAUGHTERS BOYFRIEND IS ATTRACTIVE AND A DOCTOR TOO??? - I have a feeling when your uncle or any family member that has health questions or anything related to that they straight up ask Zayne about it - AND HUGE HEADCANON I HAVE A FEELING THAT mom in question would be like “look oh my anak dates a doctor 🥰” every chance she gets 💥💥💥 - And then when its dad he probably would play some board games or watch tv with Zayne 😃 Rafayel - Considering the fact that this man over here knows lots of languages i bet he knows how to speak filipino and is fluent  - I have a feeling mom would love him but dad? Maybe suspish at first but eventually over time trusts him - I also have a feeling during the first meeting when rafa and dad were along he’d be like “wag mo saktan ang anak ko lagot ka sakin ha 😡”  - So of course Rafayel he made sure that he’ll earn papas trust 💅🏻💅🏻 - Falling asleep out of nowhere while watching? He’d make sure to put a blanket on you and close the tv  - I think some gestures after that UR DAD FINALLY ACCEPTS HIM AS HIS SON IN LAW 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Xavier - This guy over here, he’d be making sure to learn filipino as much as he can so he can impress your parents even if it's just a few phrases 😭😭(my babyyyyy) - If he like meets your parents, he’s kinda shy at first cuz uhm he technically doesn't know how to speak in filipino- - I think rest assured parents will be able to speak english…..right? - Dead ass have a feeling he’d eventually fit right in  - MAMA BE TREATING HIM LIKE HER OWN SON - Xavier shall not come home starved but shall come home bloated and full 💅🏻 - “Nak kumain ka pa ang konti mo lang kinain” and then starts putting large amounts of food in the plate - AND THEN OH BOY HE WOULD COME HOME WITH CONTAINERS FULL OF FOOD but baby it lasts for a good month already 🥺☝🏻 Sylus - Of course same as Zayne and Xav he will learn some filipino before meeting your parents - They be like “🤨anak sino yan” - But don't worry Sylus had a plan all along if things go downhill 🫡 - Cause who on earth would just casually say “IM THE LEADER OF ONYCHINUS AND I'M GONNA MARRY YOUR DAUGHTER 🦅🦅🦅🦅” yeah no Sylus won't do that at all  - And mah goodness parents be acting suspish still giving the 🤨 to him 😭 - “I'm a businessman 😇”well i mean it wouldn't be bad if there daughter married a businessman right? - In the end all goes well and could happily say that Sylus earned their trust - But papa be watching  on him 👀

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@axerrri

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for how I treat my mom's roommate? Apologies that this is really long!

The people involved here are me (19f), my mom (54f) and my mom's roommate (39f). Gonna call the roommate "Jenny" for simplicity; that is not her real name. Context: So late last year, there was a bad natural disaster in our area. Jenny's house suffered bad damages from it and she needed somewhere to stay until she could find someplace else. Since she and my mom are coworkers, my mom offered our guest bedroom while I was away at college. She was feeling lonely in the house without anyone there and needed help paying rent anyway, so it seemed like it would work out.

I first met Jenny when I came back for Thanksgiving break. She needed help moving some of her furniture into the room she'd be staying in. And by, "she needed help," I mean she wanted my mom and I (who are both disabled) to do it for her. She did nothing while we moved her stuff in and just stood around watching us until we were done. So not a great first impression.

Immediately after that, Jenny started treating me really… weirdly. She treats me like I'm five years old. And that's not an exaggeration by any means. She baby-talks me, coos over me like I'm a cute toddler, and once even gasped when my mom swore in front of me, turned to me and went "Did you hear that? Your Mama said a baaad word!" This feels really demeaning and insulting to me, but no matter how I objected to it, she'd only laugh at or mock me. It got to a point where my mom also had to say something about how uncomfortable Jenny's baby talk made me, and while Jenny 'apologized' (to my mom, not to me), she still does it. Like, all the time.

I could put up with it until I went back to uni, but when I came home for winter, spring, and now summer break, she is still doing it. Alongside some other more mildly irritating things.*

My mom doesn't like her either, and from what I'm understanding she's got a bad reputation at their work for how she talks to others. But she's always paid rent and my mom appreciates that extra help, so. Where I may be assholey: I've resorted to giving Jenny the silent treatement. I never talk to her, hardly even acknowledge when she talks, and quickly excuse myself from the room when she enters it. My mom is hurt by this, as it often means I get up and walk away from conversations between her and I once Jenny inserts herself into them, but never stops me or complains about it. The most she's said is that I'm being needlessly rude sometimes, because "that's just how Jenny talks to everyone." (Which is just… untrue, because she doesn't talk to my mom like that.)

It's been months now. Should I just get over myself and talk to her more, even if she hasn't stopped doing what makes me uncomfortable? She seems to be trying to get my attention all the time, constantly looking to me when she talks like seeking a reaction or approval or something, and hurting my mom's feelings in the crossfire seems unfair… Even though both me and my mom do not like her. Maybe I'm just being overly spiteful or my ego was bruised and I don't want to acknowledge it. I don't know. I know I hate receiving the silent treatment, so I might be a bit hypocritical doling it out…

What do y'all think? *(I can give examples of this on an alt if necessary, I just don't want to bloat this more than it already is with the laundry list I could provide, lmao)

What are these acronyms?

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thought (8)

author's note: I have decided I'm gonna try to keep you guys updated on my post for now on.

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It was nightfall and the stars were out, you could see it through baelor's window. You look down to see him fast asleep, you quirk a smile remembering him squealing at the sight of you in the hall with valaena.

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"Mommy!" Rhaelle pulled away from her daughter to see baelor and her mother standing at the double doors, rhaelle wipe her face to cover the fact that she was crying and plastered on the biggest smile. She could conjure up and hurried over to her son who ran in her arms when she dropped to her knees to hug him.

"My sweet baby boy, oh how I missed you." She planted kisses all over his face making him laugh and turn away, rhaelle finally pulled back to see him with a toothy grin.

"I missed you too, mama. Where did you go?" He asked curiously, rhaelle looked at her mother who stood behind baelor with a look making rhaelle sigh before looking back at her son.

"I had to go away and find us a new home, baby." She said as he took one of her dark dreads into his hand and twirl it around his finger.

"I thought this was our home," He asked looking at her confused, rhaelle bite her lip knowing this was going to be hard to explain. She was so focused on getting valaena to reconsider marrying that she forgot what she was going to say to her five-year-old.

"It is. But, mommy found us our own home with a beautiful beach and a nice place for you to play...." Baelor frowns as his mother lists off all the things that their new "home" has making him grow sadder at the thought of leaving.

"B–But, I don't want–want to leave, I want to stay. I don't want to go..." Baelor cries getting upset and hiccuping, his little hands wiping at his wet cheeks as he told his mother of the task that his grandsire gave him before he left for war.

"Oh, no, no, no. Baby, don't cry, we don't have to leave now, we can leave whenever you're ready." Rhaelle said pulling baelor to her and picking him up, she gently rocks him as she whispers soft sorries into his hair.

She looks over at her mother as baelor cries into her shoulder making rhaenys give her a sad look in return making rhaelle sigh feeling like a failure, she was a fool to think she could have tried to spare her child heartbreak by telling him the great things about their new home. As rhaelle mentally kick herself as she failed to calm her child down, she went over to her mother and ask if she could help her get baelor to bed.

"No, I think you are capable enough to do it yourself," Rhaelle looks at her mother with fear in her eyes as she bounces her son in her arms.

"Mother–" rhaelle was cut short by rhaenys.

"You have been gone a year not a century, I think you know how to handle an upset toddler." Rhaelle look unsure feeling that her son hates her for not being there and leaving abruptly, baelor continued to cry making his tears soak into rhaelle's shirt, rhaenys move closer to her daughter with her hand on her shoulder causing the woman to look at her.

"He misses you. Use this time to spend some time with him, alright?" Rhaelle still looks unsure but nodded nonetheless, rhaenys gave her daughter a reassuring smile and her shoulder a squeeze, "Good. Now if you could excuse me and valaena, it seems I need to re-educate the child on how to treat her grandmother." Rhaenys chided looking over rhaelle's shoulder with a sharp glare at her granddaughter, who she had a bone to pick with the young girl for blindsiding her.

Rhaelle looks between her mother and daughter knowing how her mother could get when she's angry and decided to take her leave and left the hall to give her mother some time to scold her granddaughter.

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When rhaelle got to baelor's room, she took him over to the rocking chair that was made by her father as a gift to her mother when she was born. Rhaelle took a seat and rocked in it before playing with baelor's hair, she started to sing to him knowing that he likes it when she sings especially in valyrian. His cries decreased ever so slightly as she rocks him to sleep, she sang one of his favorite songs getting him to relax in her arms.

Baelor was soon fast asleep in her lap making her get up and step around his toys to get to his bed, she kissed his hairline whispering sweet dreams to him, she look at him for a moment and notice his skin was getting a bit tanner and his hair a bit curly. The fact that her son was looking a bit more like her, she knows it's horrible to think but she is happy that her son is looking more like her than his father. The door to the room creaks open softly making rhaelle look over to valaena and walk in, rhaelle removes her hand from her son's hair and got off her knees to go back to the rocking chair.

"Are you alright?" Rhaelle asked looking at her daughter, the young girl nodded as she slowly walk towards her mother with her hand rubbing her arm. Rhaelle could see the tear tracks making her look at her daughter with pity.

"Do not fret, my dear. She still loves you." Valaena held a small frown and sniff before rocking herself.

"I highly doubt that," Valaena said sadly, the stern voice her grandmother gave her as she talk made valaena feel guilty, but what made it worst is how disappointed her grandmother looked before she walked away.

"She does. You hurt her when you ran away like that Vala, only the gods would have known what happened to you." The memories of the months at Storm's End made the bottom lip of valaena shiver. Her mother was right, anything could have happened and nobody would have known, boremund could have gotten her and put a baby in her then she would have had to marry him or...

"Valaena, your shaking," Rhaelle says as she gets up off her chair to stand in front of her daughter, valaena looks up at her mother with misty eyes before crying and hugging her tightly.

Rhaelle was caught off guard at her daughter's action for a moment, she soon wrapped her arms around her shoulder and used her hand to rub her back as she sway them. Valaena soon pulled back with red eyes and tear tracks, she let a shuddering sigh out before sniffing.

"....mama, something...bad happened to me at storm's end."

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Valaena was resting her head on her mother's lap while her mother was on the chair, one of rhaelle's hands was massaging her daughter's hair while the other was clenched in front of her lips as she glared forward thinking of all the ways. That Otto and Boremund would die. She knows she can't do anything but it's good to imagine it for her sake anyway, rhaelle wiped at her eyes, she had been crying, and after her daughter told her what Boremund tried to do to her it sent her down a spiral. She didn't know if she should thank the gods or curse them for putting her daughter through that ordeal, rhaelle swallow the lump in her throat and look down at her daughter, who looks to be in thought as well, a warm feeling bloomed in her chest at the realization that her daughter was a fighter.

"I am so proud of you..." Valaena turn her head to look up at her mother who was looking down at her with a sincere look making valaena give a small smile, "You have done something I doubt I could even have the strength to do." Valaena sat up and completely face her mother with a shake of her head.

"That's not true, mother. You had to deal with father for thirteen years, keep quiet about the things he made you do, and had to deal with the king on top of that. Most women I know wouldn't have lasted long in your shoes." Valaena said, and it was the truth, the woman she meet could barely survive a rumor let alone a scandal, and come out of it with their head held high, not like her mother.

Rhaelle smiled grateful at her daughter's words, she was happy that her daughter have finally stopped seeing her as the enemy, but she knew had a lot to make up for over the years. Rhaelle thanked her daughter and leaned down to press a kiss to her head before leaning back in the rocking chair, valaena stare at her mother for a second before asking the question been on her mind since her mother sat down.

"What is he like? The lord you married from the serpent islands?" She asked, rhaelle tilt her head to the side looking at her.

"Lord Thoros?" Valaena nodded, "Oh, well, he is a good man, he is really sweet and caring, and he is also very wise. He reminds me of someone I cared about long ago." She said in thought thinking back to her great-grandfather, jaehaerys, her lord husband had some of his qualities making it easy for her and him to get along.

"You sound like you love him." Rhaelle looks back at her daughter with a hint of a smile.

"I do, but not in the way that you think, I love him like I love your grandmother or you and your brothers. A familial love type of love, you know." Valaena nod her head slowly understanding what her mother meant, which lead her to ask her next question.

"Did you ever romantically love father?" She asked making rhaelle's mouth and throat go dry at her question, rhaelle cleared her throat before nodding sheepishly.

"Why?" Rhaelle sighed thinking back.

"Your father wasn't always so bad to be around, he was really sweet actually...and he told the most ridiculous jokes." Valaena gave her a surprised look making her giggle.

"Father told jokes." Rhaelle held a smile as she nod her head.

"I know surprising but the truth is even though I stayed at the Red Keep for some time, it didn't have that same loving home that I knew which made me grow sad and miss home. So, your father would leave me a piece of parchment each morning at breakfast before he went to meet with the king with small jokes written on them."

"Do you remember any of the jokes?" She asked making rhaelle think about it, before nodding.

"Okay, here's one, what did the lobsterman say when his crate turned up empty?" Rhaelle asked.

"What?"

"It a-piers we have a problem." Valaena pulled a face making rhaelle chuckle.

"That was bad." Rhaelle nodded with a smile.

"I never said he was any good at it, but he did try that's all that matters, and it made me feel a bit better about living there again." She says before glancing down at her ring finger which once held an emerald ring, but now a gold band with engravings.

"Why did he change?" Valaena asked looking at her with a forlorn look, rhaelle look back at her daughter with a sad smile.

"I suppose some things became more important than others." Valaena nodded.

Neither of them said another word as they sat there in thought, valaena glanced at her mother who was gazing at baelor who was still asleep, she wanted to ask her mother about someone else but didn't know if it was appropriate at the time.

"What about Daemon?" Valaena choose the latter, she had been wondering about the rogue prince and her mother, and she wanted to know if she loved him.

Rhaelle turn her head to look down at her daughter with a questionable look, "What about him. " she asked, valaena shrugged slightly before asking her mother if she loved him.

"Oh, well that's a bit complicated, my dear. I will have to get back to you on that one." She said with a small smile, she didn't want to talk or think about daemon at the moment, she had other things on her mind. One particular: the confab that will be happening tomorrow morning. The thought of it makes her head hurt, both girls glance up at the door to see rhaenys come into view.

"Oh, good you both are here, it saved me a trip. I need to talk to your mother, why don't you hurry on to bed. " Valaena wore a small frown not wishing to leave her mother just yet, she turn to give her mother a look making rhaelle give a sweet smile.

"It's okay I'll come to your room when I finish talking to your grandmother, go." Rhaelle smile making valaena sigh before nodding and getting up before she walk passed rhaenys, she leaned up to give her grandmother a kiss on the cheek making rhaenys do the same.

Rhaenys turns to her daughter to find her standing from her chair and picking up a stuffed bunny that was made for baelor when he was a babe and putting it right beside him, rhaenys good her arms with her daughter when she came to follow her out the door.

"Big day tomorrow," rhaenys started, making rhaelle nod her head glumly, "Have you decided what you going to say," she asked turning her head to look at her daughter.

"Yes, mother," Rhaelle tells her mother her plans, as rhaenys nods with an impressed look.

"Sounds like a soundproof strategy to go by, are you nervous?" Rhaenys asked stopping in front of her room door with her body facing her daughter.

"A little," Rhaelle says honestly.

"Hmmm, it will pass, you must remember to show no fear. One of their biggest mistakes will be underestimating you, I trust you will show them not to." Rhaelle nods as she thinks how lucky she is to have a mother like hers to stand by her, and not one of those who abandons and blames their child like her father for mistakes they made.

"I will, thank you, mother. I owe you tremendously for looking after my children while I was away." Rhaenys shook her head.

"There's no need, daughter. Just seeing you take back your honor and dignity will be enough for me." She says smiling at her, rhaelle looks at her mother and gave a guilty look.

"You can not go mother." Rhaenys looks taken aback by her daughter's words.

"What do you mean I can't go." Rhaelle sighs moving her hand to rub the space between your eyebrows.

"I don't want you there when it happens, mother. I don't want them to think you put me up to this," Rhaenys gave her daughter a look as she shook her head, rhaenys move to argue only for rhaelle to take her hands.

"Mother, please. If things do go wrong I don't want our family to take part in my punishment, I will not risk it, so please promise me you won't go. " Rhaenys gave her a look of displeasure at her daughter's decision before nodding her head, a soft sigh left rhaelle's lip making her gently squeeze her mother's hand.

"Thank you," she says before pecking her cheek and bidding her goodnight, rhaenys gave her a small smile wishing a goodnight before watching her walk away. Rhaenys loves her daughter but she be damned if she thinks she going to stay here and do nothing, while her child does this on her own without anyone in her corner.

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After breakfast the next morning, rhaelle kissed her family goodbye before getting on dragon back and heading to King's Landing, as she flew she saw below, the sigil of the six-headed serpent that belonged to her husband's house was already docking.

When she finally lands she headed towards the docks to see there were four ships and not three as she ordered. The ship she grew to know as her husband's vessel was hiding behind her transport ships. She stalks up ahead to the vessel and climbed on board, she headed to the captain's quarters, and to her dismay she found her husband sitting on the edge of the bed with maester briden tending to him.

"What on gods green and blue earth do you think you are doing here," Rhaelle says closing the door behind her as she looks at Thoros, he looks to the maester telling him to give him and his wife a moment alone, briden nods and moves off his knees and out the door.

"It's good to see you too, dear wife," Thoros says with a sweet but tired smile as rhaelle stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a look of displeasure.

"You are too old and too sick to be pulling this sort of nonsense, Thoros." Rhaelle says coming up in front of him to take a seat by his side, "You know long rides especially at sea is not good for your health." She says worried making thoros grasp her hand.

"Do not fret, dear child. I am fine, maester briden said so himself, and if it makes you feel better I flew Zarkir here." Rhaelle look at him in shock as she gap-flabbergasted at his words, she decided not to bicker with him knowing it just fall on deaf ears.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He nods.

"Yes," He says turning his sunken pale blue eyes to her,"...I know you wanted to do this on your own, but I couldn't stand the thought of you standing alone."

"But, I'm not alone. I have Marrio and the others with me."

"I trust marrio, it's the others I don't trust. Marrio doesn't know politics like me and Stefon, and I do not wish for you to make any decisions based solely on Lord Stefon's words." Thoros spoke, it was no secret between him and her that he did not trust Stefon's judgment anymore due to his newfound marriage to the disgraced lady velaryon, Stefon made it his sole mission to convince the lord and turned the council against the king, so he and rhaelle wouldn't get married, but thoros did not listen knowing rhaelle's past he took her hand in marriage making her his queen and heir.

Rhaelle and Thoros heard the bells ring signaling it was midday and time for the forum to start, thoros looks at rhaelle to see her staring out the small window with a small frown on her face. He squeeze her hand catching her attention, he smiled at her before getting up, and she quickly follows suit moving to take hold of his right arm as his left grabbed his crane with his left hand. They make their way out of the cabin and off the ship, they saw a few of their guards waiting by a carriage that belongs to thoros.

The couple sat inside the spacious carriage quietly as it begins to move to take them to the red keep, thoros didn't say a word the entire trip as he looked out the windows admiring the scenery before him, making rhaelle thankful as she was a bit nervous about seeing otto, and viserys again. She prayed to the gods that this all goes well, so she should get back to her children. The carriage came to an abrupt stop making rhaelle get pulled out of her thoughts, she looks around to find them at the red keep, the door to the carriage was opened by their guards who helped thoros out first while rhaelle was right behind him.

When rhaelle got out she look at the guards telling them to inform marrio and the others of their arrival, she wanted to take thoros to her old chambers to rest before attending the forum. She turns to thoros to see him look up at the keep with an unimpressed look, making rhaelle stand by him as he still stares at the castle.

"Come, my lord. I show you to a room where you can rest." The older man looks at her with a look in his eyes, she hooks his arm around his own helping walk him up the steps to the entrance.

"But, I'm not tired." Rhaelle mentally rolled her eyes, sometimes it feels like she was talking to a child rather than a grown man.

"I know you aren't but just in case you do I will put you in my old chambers." Thoros dug his heel into the stone stopping rhaelle and him from going any further.

"I want to go to the meeting, I have the right to defend my claim to my home and my seat as king..." Rhaelle glance around with worried eyes as they stood in the hall, she still get iffy whenever he says calls himself "king" since all the kings she knew were Targaryens and she knew calling yourself king or bringing up the old kings you came from would be considered as treason.

"My lord–" rhaelle started.

"No, I'm going to the meeting end of discussion." He says removing his arm from rhaelle and using his cane to walk up ahead, rhaelle sighed to herself, already things are not going her way, she thought as she hurried after her husband.

She and thoros quietly made their way into the throne room where everyone in court was present, the King sat on his throne and otto stood to the side as they listened to the traitor. Rhaelle paid no mind to the looks she was getting when she and thoros made their way through the crowd to marrio and the others, marrio was the first to notice her and the king making him come up to stand in front of her.

"Thank the gods, you are here I thought I would have to send out a party to go find you," Marrio stated as he look at rhaelle with a concerned and bothered look.

"Apologies, I was blinded sided by my husband's arrival, how is everything going." She asked looking over his shoulder, she could feel the tension in the room making her look back at marrio.

"Bad very very bad, Stefon wouldn't wait for you and allow the traitor to plead his case first before ours, he told them everything. " Rhaelle clench her jaw and walked around marrio towards stefon who was in a clearing just a few feet away from the traitor and the king, she stood next to him catching not only his attention but the king's and ottos'.

"My Queen." Stefon didn't look her way as he knowledge her, she did not do the same.

"What do you think you're doing." She asked as the traitor spoke in the background.

"What you didn't ask me to do, keeping everything tranquil until your arrival." He says with a sly smile as he stood with his hands clasped together in front of him.

"By allowing that man to speak before us, I thought you a rational man, Stefon. This is childish." Stefon glares at the side of rhaelle's head making her look at him with a small grin.

"Do not call me childish, little girl. Not when you put that superstitious fool in charge of keeping an eye on me, I thought you smarter than that girl..." he spits venom as they both glare at each other.

"Ahem, will the respondents wish to make their case to the king, now?" Otto says, rhaelle swallows down the lump in her throat before turning her head away from Stefon, walking away and up to the center where the traitor stood to the side with his head down.

"What this man speaks are half-truths, yes there is a king who rules over the serpent islands," Rhaelle spoke, the grasp and whispers filled the throne, and viserys glanced at otto with a look.

"But, we is no threat to the iron throne, we are not conspirators who wish to take it from you. This man tells lies to prevent us from furthering our true goal."

"Which is?" Otto asked.

"An alliance." More whispers filled the room making viserys hold up his hand silencing the crowd.

"We don't ally with traitors," Otto says with a look of dismay.

"We're not traitors," Stefon spoke up coming to stand beside rhaelle making her side-eye him, otto looks at Stefon with a hint of curiosity and ask the man his name making Stefon smile and bow slightly.

"I am lord Stefon, the hand of king thoros of Magonsæte." He said with a proud look on his face making otto 'hmmph'.

"Well, lord Stefon, if you don't knowledge, king viserys targaryen, lord of the seven kingdoms, as your king then you are traitors to the realm," Otto spoke coming up to stand in front of the stairs of the iron throne facing rhaelle and Stefon.

"Hmmm, not exactly," Stefon said, before slowly walking up making the viserys' kingsguard put their hands on the handle of their sword, thoros's guards do the same as they notice the stance of the others.

"You see we never pledge our swords to Aegon the first or his sisters, or any other king in the olden times. No one ever dared to take the serpent islands due to its "cursed" seas, not once in our history books did they ever mention us bending the knee to you." Stefon's stared passed Otto to viserys who furrowed his brows bothered by his words.

"You tell lies," Otto says coming up to stand toe to toe with Stefon as rhaelle stands just five feet away.

"Do I? Then check your books and your journals, if Aegon or his sisters did take Magonsæte, I'm sure they would have written it down, wouldn't you think?" He says with a smug look making otto narrow his eyes at him before looking at rhaelle, he turned his eyes back to Stefon and steps back putting some distance between them.

"If your words, do ring true then you and your "king", should do what is right and bend the knee to king viserys targaryen." Rhaelle looks to Stefon who had his head high with a single brow raised at otto's command, she could see a small twitch of the corner of his lips as if holding back a smile, he reminds her of otto so much, she wouldn't even be surprised if they become friends at the end of this whole thing.

"And if we don't." He taunted with his head tilted to the side slightly.

"Then war will ensure and house targaryen will have no choice but to bring fire and blood upon your kingdom," Otto's words caused a sea of gasps and whispers to the people of the court at the mention of war, Stefon held a smirk as he stares at otto.

"If that's what your king wishes," Stefon glances at the man on the iron throne before looking back at otto, he took a step back turning around and looking at the guards, "Men of the Kingsguard, what do you say to such threats." Rhaelle turn to her guards as shouted their house adage.

"We Have No Fear." The guards stood in a stance of a shield wall making the gold cloaks take out their swords making the court people scattered to back up out of fear, rhaelle looked to viserys who stood in his seat watching with fear in his eyes as everything grew vehement.

"Stop it! We did not come here to fight, we came here for the traitor. That is all." Rhaelle stood in the middle of the floor between the gold cloaks and the blue cloaks, she shoot stefon a dirty look before looking at otto and the king.

"If you wish not to fight then bend the knee to viserys, you are the queen so I heard if you don't want a war all you have to do is kneel," Otto said looking at her, she look at her small council who stood behind her with the kingsguard, and Stefon narrowed his eyes at her.

"I can not do such a thing, it is not my kingdom to give up." She said turning back to otto, "We traveled here for the traitor, and in hopes for an alliance as well. But, it seems we won't get any, so we just wish for the traitor." Rhaelle spoke making viserys look at her with furrowed brows as he look over at the man who stood by his kingsguards watching everything unfold with an anxious look.

"You say, traitor, what is this man's crime against you that would paint him as such?" Viserys finally says, he has been watching rhaelle since she walked in with the older man, and stayed quiet the entire time watching otto go back and forth with Stefon. He did not know what to say with the news of another king in Westeros, so he sat quiet and listened as well as watched rhaelle.

"He and his group tried to make an attempt on his lord's life, and failed but many others were killed in this coup." Rhaelle and some of the guards turned their heated gazes to the man who turned his eyes to the ground, "Two of the people who lost their lives, were my dear friend's wife and my master of law's son." Rhaelle took her eyes from the shivering man and back to viserys.

"The council of magonsæte want blood," she states, "but, I rather information on the man who put him and those others up to it," Viserys looks over at the man who looks to be in his mid-30s shaking as he stares at rhaelle with fear all over his face, he flicks his eyes back to rhaelle.

"He called an audience with me about information of a usurper, and for his loyalty to me he wanted immunity for his crimes." Viserys shifted in his seat and glance at the man who looks at him with pleading eyes, "I will not harbor a murder and a traitor in my city, your request for immunity is denied..." the man stares at him in despair, viserys turns back to rhaelle who looks pleased and at ease.

"Thank you, king viserys." She curtsy slightly before standing up straight.

"Of course...guards." Two knights of the kingsguard grabbed the man by the elbow as he begged the king to reconsider and them to the ground in front of rhaelle.

The man moves to sit on his knees and looks up at rhaelle who stares down at him with a dark look, "Hello again, Harlow." The man, Harlow, trembled before the queen. Once a knight and kind friend of rhaelle and meleah now a traitorous fool.

"Rhaelle, please, have mercy on me. I-I had no choice, please believe me, I didn't want to do it, I-I..." He says to her as she stares down at him with affliction as he was truly a good man, but he hurt a lot of people and punishment like that can not go unpunished.

Rhaelle bends her knees to get to eye level with Harlow, "You tell me about the man who "supposedly" put you up to this I may show mercy, but I can not make any promises if Vogar gets to you first." Harlow glanced over her shoulder to see Vogar glaring at him with a menacing look.

"I-I promise I'll tell you everything," he said looking back at her with tears in his eyes, rhaelle looks away from him and stands.

"I hope so because it is a shame you accidentally end up at the wall with the rest of your brethren." Rhaelle spat as the color from Harlow's face drained, she turns to her guards commanding them to take him to the ship and to make sure he was put in the keel.

She watch two knights come forward and took hold of his arms roughly and drag him past her, she narrow her eyes as she watch him and another look at each other with a look before he was out of the throne room. She looks at Stefon who looks back at her. She will deal with him later, she thought. Before turning to look at viserys to see him talking to otto, who looks agitated. When viserys turn his tired eyes away from otto he saw rhaelle watching making viserys put up his hands shutting whatever otto was saying down before walking away, rhaelle walk towards him meeting him halfway.

"Hi." He says with a nervous smile in his eyes making rhaelle give small smile.

"Hello again, your highness. I wish to thank you again for giving us the traitor, you made a lot of people happy." She said, he looked bashful as he talks, and as rhaelle watch him all she could tell herself to do was smile and be polite, and not grimace as he looks at her.

"...have you–ahem–you did you visit Driftmark before coming here." He asked making rhaelle nod saying a simple yes, viserys sigh, and holding his hands together in front of him before asking.

"H-How is Baelor? Is he liking it there?" Rhaelle stares at him with a look that does not give away her dismay or annoyance, and she nods again.

"He is fine. He very much enjoys helping my mother rule Driftmark, while Corlys is away, and from what I heard he is a natural-born leader." She watches as a wide smile stretches across viserys lips at her words, he looks down trying to contain his happiness at his son.

"That is good. That is very good to hear, there's no doubt he will be a great leader one day." He says making rhaelle hmm glancing away to see otto watching them along with Stefon who was pretending to listen to what the maester was saying while he stares at her, rhaelle was pulled back at the warm touch of a hand on her arm making her snap her eyes to viserys.

"Rhaelle, I..." he stopped himself as the sound of clanking of metal caught rhaelle's attention making her pull her arm away and turn to see Thoros walking in with Marrio right behind him carrying a large book, when they got closer she curtsy at her husband.

"I am sorry for my tardiness, my dear. I hope all went well in my absence." Thoros says looking at her.

"It did." She said slightly moving away from viserys, thoros looked at her for a second before turning his eyes to viserys who was staring at rhaelle.

"King Viseys, yes?" Asked Thoros, viserys turned his head to look at the older man before nodding with a small smile.

"And you must be king thoros, it seems we have a lot to talk about if what your hand said is true." Otto walked up to stand beside viserys just as Stefon did the same to thoros, rhaelle yet again stood to the side and watch.

"That we do....marrio." The master of coin stepped up standing beside rhaelle, "My book, please." Marrio passed the book over to rhaelle making her furrow her brows and look at him, Marrio gave her a look before walking away from the group.

"Is there somewhere we can talk my legs and back aren't what they used to be anymore," Thoros said using his free hand to rub his lower back, rhaelle held the large to her chest as went to stand by thoros side. As viserys nodded he made a gesture for them to follow him, while rhaelle was walking she saw her mother along with her daughter and son with laena in the crowd. She caught her mother's eye making her give a look only for rhaenys to give a small smile, rhaelle turn her head away with a soft scowl. That woman never listens to her, she thought, I wondered how long she had been there.

Rhaelle and the rest of the group walk into a corridor from the throne room, and they continue to walk before coming to a door, viserys opened the door and walked in followed by thoros and Stefon. As she move to walk in herself the entrance was blocked by otto, making her stare up at him with a blank look.

"You must stay out here," Rhaelle rolled her eyes trying to get through only for otto to be an asshole and not move, she glare at him as he stare back at her.

"Move." She sneered.

Otto scoffed moving to close the door, rhaelle's hand stop the door from closing and shoved past Otto to get inside. He stared after her with irritation before shutting the door, rhaelle stood on the other side of thoros making viserys look at her and Otto before looking at thoros who didn't mind rhaelle being there. He shook his head before going over to a shelf that held many books and grabbed two.

"My grandfather, king jaehaerys, made me read these once I became heir." He put two of the books on the table that separates us, "This one is Aegon the Conqueror's journal and this one is record of the events that took place during his conquest." He opened both books flipping to pages, rhaelle glanced down at the book in her hand slowly opening it.

It was a lineage book. But, rather than her husband's surname, the word "Baeloris" was written in black ink.

"Who was Viseson Baeloris?" Rhaelle asked looking at Thoros.

"He was the founder of house baeloris, he was one of the most wealthiest dragonlords in old valyria as well as the smartest," Stefon said making viserys and otto look up at the mention of dragonlord, rhaelle looked from Stefon back to the book and read.

She flip through the pages reading the names of the different dragonlords, female and male, all brilliant after the other, house baeloris were more than dragonlords, they were artists, inventors, philosophers, seafarers, and even bards.

Rhaelle stop flipping through the pages when she heard a sound of come from viserys, she glance up and saw him stand straight and look towards the duo.

"There are mentions of the serpent islands, but nothing about conquering them," Viserys says making rhaelle look back down at the book and flick to the next page, she ignores the men talking as she flickered through more pages scanning the familiar names and houses.

Rhaelle closed the book quickly in her hands, and turn her eyes slowly to Thoros who was looking at the king and otto talking. This book was wynorrific.

"Where does this leave us then?" Rhaelle asked catching the attention of all the men.

"A compromise." Thoros says, their eyes left her and went to him, "We are not part of the seven kingdoms or cadets to any house, so the best we can do is draw an alliance with one another." Viserys look at Otto before back at Thoros.

"Okay." Otto looked at Viserys with wide eyes.

"My king–" viserys gave otto a look not wanting to argue about it.

"What do you have in mind, king thoros." Thoros turn his body in his seat to look at rhaelle, she look at him as he gave her a look.

"Oh-uh. Magonsæte makes its wealth from trading goods with essos, so a trade pact with Westeros would be a good benefit for us all including the crown."

"The crown doesn't need money, not when house lannister and house hightower providing..." Otto said with a proud look.

"Are you saying more money is unneeded, lord hightower?" Otto gave a sharp look at her but she continued, "Well since the crown doesn't need more money, we can import teas, spices, wines, and many other things through westeros and king's landing. We even have herbs that you can drink and paste on yourself that can help with pain or infected wounds." Stefon rolled his eyes as thoros look at rhaelle with a proud smile, rhaelle spent most of her time flying to different islands with thoros and getting to know the people and the different plants and trees that grow on the islands.

"What do you want in return?" Otto asked suspiciously, all of the things she said sounded good but he was curious about what they wanted in the end.

"No war." Thoros says, "I am no threat to house targaryen, I have my kingdom and my people to worry about. All I want is there to be peace between our houses," Viserys looks at Thoros with a look of understanding, but...

"The traitor said you are childless and have not long to live, if you die who will take your throne and continue our pact," Viserys says.

"Rhaelle, of course." Rhaelle looked to the floor feeling eyes on her.

"But, she is a woman, she can't be–" Otto was stopped by thoros.

"So is the king's daughter from I heard, she is his heir. Rhaelle is my wife and queen of magonsæte if I die it goes to her and if she dies it goes to her eldest son, Aeron." Otto's lips purse.

"I trust her to rule over magonsæte with integrity and kindness like I have done for sixty years, If I knew she didn't have it in her, I wouldn't have married her. " Rhaelle chewed on her bottom lip at thoros praise.

"Even though, she mothered a child that wasn't her husbands'," Viserys said making rhaelle snap her eyes at him with a glare, viserys wince to himself not meaning it to come out like that.

"She told me of her...situation," thoros said looking at viserys and otto, "But, that does not bother me. Bastardy is not uncommon in the serpent islands or an issue to us, many of our ancestors were bastards." He simply shrugged.

"Hmmm, that's–that's good to hear," Viserys said awkwardly glancing over at Otto who didn't like the idea of it.

"So, do we have an agreement, king viserys?" Thoros says standing up with both hands on his cane as he leans on it, viserys looks at otto who tilts his head to the side as they both move to talk quietly to themselves, rhaelle, and thoros look at each other with a look before both men came back making the others look at them.

"I will need to talk to my council first before we can put it in written, but I wish to include a way that will strengthen both our houses." Rhaelle furrowed her brows as thoros nodded for him to continue, viserys look over to rhaelle and said the thing she feared the most.

"I want to claim baelor as my son and have him take the targaryen name, and do what every man in this family has done and rule." Stefon and Thoros glance at rhaelle who stared at viserys with a look that could turn any man's blood cold.

"No."

"Rhaelle–" viserys started.

"No."

"He can–"

"No."

"Baelor deserves to know who his father truly is." Viserys snapped making rhaelle's jaw tic, the other three men watched them with wide eyes.

"I will tell him who his true father is," Viserys stare at her, "I will tell him he was a seafarer who went to sea and never came back, and not a vile king who used his young cousin to produce a child with." She said.

"I would rather him think that his father is died rotten at the bottom of the sea, rather than alive and well." Viserys looks at rhaelle with a guilty look.

"You are angry–"

"Fuck you, you don't know what angry looks like yet, you haven't scratched the surface of how I am feeling right now." Viserys sighs moving from the other side of the table to walk towards rhaelle, she shook her head with a warning look.

"I am sorry for putting you through that mess, but haven't I suffered long enough with not having to be with my son."

"Are you fucking insane, do you know how unbelievably stupid you sound ." Viserys clenches his jaw as he stares at rhaelle, "...you suffered, give me a break." She scoffed.

"It doesn't matter with or without your permission, I will claim baelor as my son and he will know I am his father." Rhaelle yanked her arm from thoros grasp as she rounded the table, stefon hurried to grab her to stop her from doing something that could get them all killed.

"I would rather burn our houses to the ground before I allow that to happen, " she hissed to him making him look at her with regret, "You do not see the bigger picture, so let me tell you, your claim to him will end with bloody pieces. Men will see him as your heir rather than rhaenyra, and they will praise him as such."

"Rhaenyra is my heir. There's no changing that and they know it." Rhaelle shook her head at him.

"You stupid fool, baelor is your first boy, and legitimized, they will drop her in a blink of an eye and go flocking to him. Once they find out that he is eligible to be king." Her eyes go over to otto.

"He knows it. A boy will always beat a girl for the throne, the great council was proof of that."

"That is why he should be your heir–"

"And hell to my other children? No, Aeron will be my heir and baelor will have a place in my court when the time is right," Rhaelle shrugged getting Stefon's hands off of her, viserys and rhaelle stares at each other with heated gazes waiting for the other to say something.

" I do not need your permission to see my son, I am king, you are under my roof, cousin. My word is the law and if you want to keep your title as queen, you will do well to do as I say." His threat did nothing to rhaelle, it did not scare her or make her nervous.

"You can take it. Just don't be surprised when I fight back for it." Rhaelle's nerves were growing thin and her hands were balled into a fist making her nails dig into her skin.

"Enough. We can come to an agreement without war, rhaelle," Thoros said her name making her look at him, "Will you give us a moment to talk," Rhaelle's jaw clenched as he gave her a look, she huffed and talk out slamming the door behind her.

She walk from the backroom to the throne room to find a lot of people still there including her family, she walked over to them, and baelor was the first to see her making him run over and meet her halfway. She smiled widely picking him up and hugging him, not long her mother, daughter, and sister joined them. Her mother gave her a look making rhaelle say something softly in valyrian, rhaenys nods and holds all her questions in for later. Valaena was by her mother's side putting her arm around her mother's waist and resting her head on her arm, rhaelle kissed her daughter's hairline as she stood by family. She looked around the room and saw both rhaenyra and alicent was staring at her, they weren't together, alicent was with her ladies and handmaidens while rhaenyra stood far away from her with her knight, ser cristin cole, rhaelle glance away from them as she waited for the meeting to be over.

An hour passed and the group of men finally came from the backroom, viserys glance her way making her glare her eyes at him. He took his seat on the iron throne, as king thoros and stefon stood by otto. An intolerable feeling in her gut told her to leave and take her family with her, but she didn't want to move she wanted to hear what viserys had to say.

Viserys spoke loud and clear to the ladies and lords of the court, they gasp when he told them of a king in the serpent islands. He told the crowd of house targaryen and her husband's house alliance, and he spoke of a new era that will strengthen house targaryen forever. Rhaelle rolled her eyes and notice the hands of the kings were talking to one another with discretion making her suspicions grow as she looks at them, soon her attention was pulled away when her name was called out by viserys, many people looked at her as she stood with her family.

"Rhaelle Velaryon, come forward," Viserys says making her bite her cheek, she looked at her son who looks was still in her arms, she bends as puts him down, and looks at him.

"You stand by your grandmother, alright?" He nodded making her kiss his cheek before sitting up straight and walking through the crowd to stand in the walkway.

"Rhaelle." He says, she addresses him as she curtsy.

"Do you have anything you wish to say?" She stares at him, before glancing around the room, and shaking her head.

"Not anything?" Her eyes side eyes her family who came to the front to see her, she saw her son being held by her daughter.

"Fine–"

"I do want to say one thing..." he raised a brow at her, he looked over at Thoros before Rhaelle and nodded for her to continue.

"You all know by now that I committed the most heinous crime that a lady of my standing could ever commit, " She started.

"And out of that, I become pregnant...with the king's child." She said before gasps were heard around the room, "An secret agreement we made when I was ten and five in order to give him a son."

"But, I miscarried." The room was deafening silence, and the King looked at her taken back, "And so we tried again for another and another and another and many more, but all lost sadly." Rhaelle looked at the king with a subtle look of contentment.

"I soon grew tired of miscarrying that I told the king that I wanted to stop, and..." Viserys looked at her with despair, " He allowed it." Viserys gulped knowing the real truth will would have been much worst to hear.

"But, that didn't stop our king from coming to my chambers–"

"That's enough," Otto shouted.

"Drink off his ass with his kingsguards guarding my door with no attempt of helping me or letting me out–" Viseys stood up telling her to stop, "I begged the king to leave but he did not listen to my pleads, and so he–"

"Enough! Speak one more lie and you will be in exiled from this court, " Viserys spoke loudly in anger, or was it embarrassment, she pursed her lips looking at him. She turned a bit to look at her family, the misty eyes of her mother and daughter, rhaenys held a proud smile similar to her daughter and sister. She looked at her son for a moment who looked at her.

"He bedded me and soon enough I gave him a child, my son, baelor velaryon," Rhaelle looked back to the king, "but, none of this could have happened without the help of my ex-husband, the hand of the king, otto hightower." She glance over at Otto who stare back at her with a vexed look, she look back at the king and waited for his excuses and rebut.

"You..." he came down the steps pointing a finger at rhaelle, "...are exiled from my courts, no you and your house are EXILED from the crownlands...I want you and your family gone from my sight immediately." He gritted out, no one in their entire life knowing viserys seen him so angry and bitter.

"House Velaryon has nothing to do with what's going on." She said.

"I don't care, your father has been a thorn in my side for many moons now, be glad I'm not collecting your heads." A small gasp was heard making viserys turn his eyes to his son looking at him in fear.

"Now he sees you as I always have..." she whispered, "...they all do." viserys swallow thickly as his eyes traveled to people in the room as they all look at him.

"My house and my family have nothing to do with my hatred of you, viserys..." he looks back at her, "My father disowned me long ago. I am no longer a velaryon." She looked at her husband.

"I'm a Velfrey." She said, "So, punish me as you wish, but leave my family out of it." Viserys stood with his back straight as he look down at you.

"Get out of my sight." He turned his back to her and walked away, rhaelle looked around the room before going to her family.

Her son reached for her as she grabbed him and took your daughter's hand, rhaelle and her family walked out of the throne room. They traveled back to Driftmark as Rhaelle collected her things, once she was finished, she went to the hall of seven to find her mother alone with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Mama," Rhaelle called grabbing the other woman's attention, rhaenys looks from her glass and sees her daughter. She gave a small smile before abandoning her wine to walk over to her daughter, and pull her into a tight hug.

"Nyke sīr proud hen ao, issa nēdenka hāedar." She says before pulling away and gently grasping her daughter's cheeks. I am so proud of you, my brave girl.

"Thank you, mama." Rhaelle's hands went to her cheeks rubbing her mother's hand with her thumb, "...and thank you for not listening to me." Rhaelle laughs at the same time as her mother as they stand in the hall alone.

As rhaelle and rhaenys wiped away the tears they had away before looking at the double doors as their kids walked in the room, valaena and baelor had their stuff in their hands with laena following behind them into the hall.

"What is going on?" Rhaelle asked.

"We're coming with you," Baelor said with a wide smile making rhaelle furrowed her brows and tilt her head to the side.

"What? But, I thought you wanted to stay." Rhaelle came up to baelor getting on her knees to talk to him.

"Ruling got boring. So, I want to go live with you in our new home." Rhaelle looked at her child knowing that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

"Baelor, you don't have to do this, my love. You can come live with me once the war is over and your grandsire is back." Baelor shook his head.

"No, I have made my decision. I'm coming to live with you and valaena." Rhaelle looked at valaena.

"Val–"

"I'm going too. I heard they have beautiful beaches," the young girl said making her mother's wife at her nose.

"Are you both sure?" They nodded, rhaelle turn to look at her mother, "Are you okay wot this?" Rhaelle asked knowing that she spent the last eight years keeping her children away from their grandmother.

"Of course, we can always visit, can't we your highness," Rhaenys asked with a faint smile making rhaelle shake her head and pull her mother into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you." She said in high valyrian, rhaenys rubs her back saying it back before letting go.

Rhaelle and Rhaenys watch as baelor and valaena hugged their aunt goodbye before letting go and walking over to their grandmother. Rhaelle watched with a smile before looking at her sister who stood by her.

"I should be saying thank you to you, too." Laena turn to look at her older sister with a confused look, "...you helped mama with the kids, I owe you for that little sister." Rhaelle says before pulling her into a hug.

"A dragon egg will suffice, dear sister," Laena said as she lay her head against rhaelle's stomach, they pulled away and rhaelle held her sister's cheek before saying.

"I'll do you one better, I'll get you vhagar instead." Laena smiled before hugging her sister again making rhaelle smile.

The ship that belonged to House Velfrey arrived along with Marrio to take her children's stuff onto the boat, as her children and mother and sister stood on the docks spending a bit more time with each other. Rhaelle meets with Marrio.

"How mad is thoros with me?" She asked knowing she acted out and probably cost them their chance of an alliance, but deep down she didn't care she told her truth and now everyone knows what happened to her.

"As if you can make thoros mad, and besides king viserys took the alliance to his council and they voted yes. They are heading back to Magonsæte as we speak." Rhaelled hummed happy that it worked out, "But, there is one thing that concerns me, through." He says, making rhaelle frown.

"What?"

"Stefon and Lord Hightower new found friendships, before I left I saw them talking like they're old friends, makes you wonder." He said

"Yeah, we will have to kill that in the crib, soon rather than later."

❧

Aeron was walking down the row of tents before getting into his own, he sigh as he falls to his knees in front of the bucket of clean water he had one of the servants his grandfather brought to change after this morning, he cups the cold water drinking from it before using it to splash in his face getting the blood and dirt out of his face and hair. He dunks his head in water making the clear water go dirty, he has been spending more time on the ground than in the air with laenor since daemon took it upon himself to "make a man out of him" and train him to fight with a sword and hand-to-hand combat.

Laenor likes to tell him how lucky he should be to have daemon "rogue prince" targaryen as a mentor, but if Aeron is being honest he doesn't see the appeal or care enough to be happy with being daemon's puppet. He wants this war to be over. He wants to go home. He wants to sleep on a soft bed and not a damn cot. He wants to see his family again. He wants not to wake up in the middle of the night hearing the screams of his comrades die. He wants to sleep without fearing someone is outside his tent trying to kill him. He wants to see valaena again.

Aeron pulled his head out heaving in and out before wiping his face with his hands, before heaving out a sigh as he grabbed the cloth on his cot and wiped his face. He shook his white curly hair before a hand came over his mouth, Aeron's hand was quick to reach to his ankle pulling a dagger and moving it to stab the intruder in the face.

"Nice reflexes, my son," Rhaelle says, she caught her son's wrist from stabbing her.

"Mother?" Aeron said muffled before turning around and seeing his mother.

"Mother!" He exclaimed quietly before knocking them both down as he hugged her.

"Hello, my sweet." Aeron sat up and took to sitting on the ground by his mother.

"Why are you here? Did anyone see you?" He asked before looking at the gap in his tent closing it completely and looking back at her.

"No, but I did bring something for my three favorite boys." Aeron didn't notice the leather scabbard that was on the ground by his chest, she took the black leather one and gave it to him.

"I already have a sword, mother." She shook her head with a hint of a smile.

"Not like this one." Aeron took the sword out of its hold and held it in his hand, it was light, "Be careful it's sharp." He admired the beautiful engravings on the sword.

"Is this valyrian steel?" She nods with a smile making Aeron look back down to it with a wide grin.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Of course, mother, I love it." He put aside the sword carefully before hugging his mother.

Rhaelle stayed in his tent for a well as they catches up, she told him of their new home and her new position in power. Aeron sheepishly told her that he knew already since word from king's landing came back to them at midnight of the day rhaelle went back to king's landing, rhaelle asked how her father and brother took it. Aeron told her that his grandfather and crowyn did not take likely to her embarrassing them and now daemon's men won't stop giving them grief over it, rhaelle apologized but Aeron shook his head he didn't care what they thought he told her how happy he was that she told her truth. Rhaelle looked away bashfully before sensing it was getting late and told Aeron that she had to leave before baelor woke up and start looking for her.

She handed Aeron a chain with a seahorse engraved in a bronze coin for laenor from his laena, and a dagger made of valyrian steel with an emerald gem on its handle for crowyn. Before she left she hide a letter from valaena to Aeron under his pillow for him to read, as rhaelle kissed her son goodbye she heard voices coming near making her hurry out. As she sneaked down the rows of tents, she carefully missed four men walking her way before continuing down the row and being pulled inside a big tent.

She tensed turning her body to the person who caught her and saw daemon, she relaxed seeing him. He step back leaning against the table where they held their meetings, daemon took her in from her now dreaded hair to her curvy body.

"You changed." Rhaelle's brows shot up a bit and moved to play with her hair.

"You still look the same, though." She said back, he hmmm, neither of them didn't speak he stared at her while she looked around the tent.

"Well, I should be going I'll be seeing you," Daemon stood up and stopped her, she turned back around to see him standing right in front of her.

"I got your letter." He said rhaelle hummed, "We don't need more men or ships, we are doing fine here...we're winning." She gave him a look.

"Sure you are, but the men and ships aren't for you there for my sons' and brother's safety," Daemon moved her hair over her shoulder before his finger gently graze her neck making rhaelle stop his hand.

"You are different."

"You said that already–"

"No, something about you changed in you," he said, rhaelle looked at him in his eyes.

"People will do that to you." She said letting go of his hand and moving to rub her neck, "I have to go. I will send men and ships with food and supplies, I know your running out so don't say anything different." His words died in his throat making him just nod.

She nod. Daemon took the chance to pull her against him into her a kiss, rhaelle shut her eyes frozen before pulling away and looking at him unfazed by his action. Daemon's cheek burned with the slap that rhaelle gave before she left with a look of disdain and annoyance, daemon stood there in the tent feeling something he haven't felt in a long while.

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @green-lxght @stormgirlfriendd @supermassiveblackhope

[shnashq]

Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else in between. I present to you...

THE ABSTRACTED: UNABSTRACTED

Dyno (They/Them) was the star of all the animal related acts, and they truly loved their job. No one truly knows what happened to them before they abstracted, but it happened after Queenie's. Maybe they were close?

Sproing (He/Him) was the master of acrobatics. He had a heart of gold, but had a bad stroke of luck wherever he went. Perhaps that's why he abstracted.

Queenie (She/Her) was Kinger's wife before the two put on the headset, and fell in love all over again. She kept him company and made him feel more at home. Will Kinger ever stay sane without her, or will he abstract and join her?

Kaufmo (He/Him) was a clown, but didn't exactly have any good jokes to tell. He was just too busy trying to find a way out. At least someone laughed at them before he went cuckoo.

Downer (He/Him) was in the classic role of the clown, way before Kaufmo joined. His abstraction was quite early in his time at the Circus. Could be depression.

Doe (It/Its) was a magician, and an oddball. That's not its tongue (that's its nose). Abstraction wasn't on its bucket list.

Squirmle (He/They) was like two people trapped in a single being. One was calm and collected, the other was just a little grumpy. They was just like Pomni when they arrived, but he grew to enjoy the circus a little more when Dyno and Doe appeared. Mousetrap was the least of his problems, but her abstraction led to his, as their appearance scared the living daylights out of him and led them to freak out.

Mousetrap (She/They) was a fan of Squirmle and his act, but didn't like being juggled by Downer AS part of the show. But something tells me she seems familiar. ...They act just like me when I'm alone... Could THIS be an excuse for a self-insert? Or do I kin a character that hasn't been fully introduced yet?

Pinky (He/Him) was the strongman. He didn't talk, which led to miscommunications, and later his abstraction.

And now, 5 ocs under the cut (two are based on tadc concepts):

Zinger (They/Them) is the cookies to Zooble's milk (but it seems spoiled). They like sitting in their room trying on new parts, usually stolen from Zooble's part box. They keep that robotic arm, because it reminds them of what they could remember of their past life.

Hoppity (He/Him) works as a trapeze artist. He doesn't say much, but he has a soft spot for Pomni (not a ship, but admiration). Creeeepy. (He's supposed to be a wind-up toy. I forgot to draw the key.)

Blooper (It/Its) is trying to get everyone to work together to find the exit, but no one could take it seriously due to its small size (and the fact it can only make bubbly noises). Its "container" can fly so it can get around.

Star-Pet (They/Them) doesn't like to be treated like a baby. They would like to be the new ringmaster, since they stand out with their dark colors.

Buttons (She/Her) loves music, dancing, singing, and... You get the idea. She has a microphone on her back to amplify her voice so she can be heard loud and clear. She also listens to metal. Surprising, isn't it? You thought she'd love silly sounding music.

[thegeminisage]

tng night the second: naked now and code of honor. verdict: oh man.

really excited initially about a sequel to naked time, easily among the best ever tos episodes. but this is too early! even in tos we'd gotten a short time to know them as they are normally before they did All Of That

also this episode was. uh. not great. for starters, the inhibitions being lowered in meant different things to everyone...except the women. ALL THREE major female characters instantly turned into boy crazy sex fiends, which is particularly tragic for tasha bc she has major lesbian swag.

wesley continued to be annoying in this episode. i want to like him because he seems like a nice and eager kid (even if it is still fucking bonkers to me that kids are allowed on a starship), but the problem is he'll do some stupid bullshit that kids are wont to do and instead of like mothering him at all crusher IMMEDIATELY begins making excuses for him and getting defensive if anybody says anything to him. so also i realized i do kind of like crusher, especially when she gives picard shit, except every time she starts to grow on me she just lets wesley do whatever he wants and the i'm like :| again

also, what is UP with tasha yar. RAPE GANGS??? she just drops that into casual conversation while trying to fuck an android?? hello?????

lmao that data fucks also. i'm so glad actually. love and light it's so hard when people make androids asexual. i'm never opposed to any ace headcanon ever they're all fundamentally correct every fictional character IS ace so true but cmon. a robot??? it's better this way. good for him.

also, why did crusher get infected AFTER riker but succumb before him?? like are women just that weak lmao

perhaps the most interesting character in naked now was geordi, who got absolutely no resolution to the interesting setup they gave him, which is pretending he's satisfied with the way things are re: his vision and the prosthetic he uses, and then revealing that perhaps he's actually secretly not. that was neat. every time he's onscreen i'm like "i'd like to know more about that guy" and every time they're like "no <3"

code of honor was somehow even WORSE. apart from like. the obvious sexism and racism. we also had tasha yar once again being like "oooh i would love this big savage black man to ravish me that did make me feel so sexy" which. what the FUCK

AND ALSO a scene with crusher that annoyed me, because she went from "oh why can't i as a doctor show professionalism" (she's a woman) and then also in the middle of the crisis "can i bother you to let my son on the bridge even though he's a child i speak As A Mother (woman)" like girl...ik you love your son but he doesn't need free roam of a fucking starship. he is a baby. he needs to be in class. this was crusher's only scene in the entire episode btw she quite literally had 8 lines and they were all about how much of a woman she was.

i just feel like if we are going to do this to women we should go back to not having them. like shadowhunters. if you can't treat those ladies properly you have to put them back on the shelf until you're a grown-up.

we looked up a few skip/watch lists but none of them agree with each other. i'm too paranoid about missing vital info/context and i wanna see them all anyway even the bad ones but like...this is ROUGH. i know i know i KNOW it is going to get so, so much better. but good god.

[infinitelycomplexpuzzles]

Thoughts on bad character traits and rp

// So this isn't directed towards anyone, so if you read that into it, that's on you, this is just a thing I've been thinking about in rp and in media in general for a while now.

Trigger warnings for really sensitive topics because we're talking popular media and you can't escape that sort of thing. Things like the four letter r word that involves forced sex.

so there seems to be a real... aversion to writing bad characters? And I don't mean like, characters who are evil. I mean like writing characters with flaws? Because it kinda feels like everyone just sorta... brushes over characters who have real, deep flaws that makes them interesting and turns them into like... babies?

Marvel does this a lot. You got Loki, who literally was like 'I want to enslave the world' and the fandom went 'awww, he's a fascist but he's played by a handsome actor!' You got Scarlet Witch who straight up genocides people and people are like 'no she's misunderstood!' You got Daken Akihiro whose whole thing in comics for a while was raping spiderman and the fandom is like 'no he's just got daddy issues!'

I think of things like Succession where characters are meant to be bad people but the engagement with them is like 'man, look at all this grief and empowerment!' It's like when people think the protagonists of Breaking Bad, Mad Men, and Fight Club are aspirational figures. Like the Wolf of Wall Street is meant to be some kind of glowing review of that lifestyle and not, like, a depiction of one man's bottomless capacity for greed.

I think the best example of this sorta meme-ification of media, or maybe gif-ification, is that scene in Mad Men where he's in an elevator and goes 'I don't think about you at all.' And the meme makes it seem like this is some kind of power move, but in context it's a demonstration of how weak and insecure the character is; he's threatened by this younger guy who thinks about other people and as a result tries to play if off like he's above him. Like there's a disconnect between what is being expressed in the medium and what is being expressed in the memes?

And this is what I'm trying to drill down into; you got some genuinely bad characters, or at least characters that do objectively bad or unhealthy things, and the fandoms just... wash that all away?

Harley Quinn is another one of those characters, where she is objectively a horrible person who does horrible things, and people are like 'totally justified!' Like no, she's a mass murderer???

But also, it strips out all the interesting bits from characters? Like, not every character has to be some either/or where they're either perfect or the embodiment of evil itself. Which usually seems to be done through making them a rapist, because it seems like we've lost the capacity to write bad people doing bad things in other ways?

Alcoholism, drug use, abuse, self harm, paranoia... the list goes on in regards to character traits and flaws that you can use to write complex characters that have bad parts! you don't need to just focus on them being a perfect angel and having no flaws or being the literal embodiment of evil!

You can like a character and still have them have flaws and be bad people! It's okay to write characters that are bad people deep down and do bad things! that's how people are!

Idk, maybe I'm just frustrated because as an autistic person who dealt with abuse, I get tired of all these excuses and rationalizations? Like, don't you want complex things? Don't you want to explore how bad people do bad things and yet continue on their path? Villains don't just pop up like crops! They don't just appear fully formed like Athena from Zeus' head!

Although tbh, I could do an entire rant about how people treat godlike characters and try to act like their actions should be interpreted through modern morality systems which is some bit of insanity.

Anyway, sorry, this is just me getting out my frustrations. Let your characters be bad people and have flaws!

[snnydcysarch]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag nine others that you would like to get to know a little bit better.

--- ROLEPLAYER NAME ;; lumi

--- ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS ;; she/her

--- MUSE NAME ;; sonny munroe

--- PREFERRED COMMUNICATIONS / discord or tumblr messages for out of character chat? ;; discord for mutuals just cause i never get my tumblr ims

--- EXPERIENCE / how long you’ve roleplayed ;; ah shit... i want to say since like.... 2012??? i was a baby and should have not been here kjbrgskjgbrekg

--- PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE / fluff, smut, or angst? ;; yes

--- PET PEEVES AND DEALBREAKERS ;;

plagiarism. whether it be a character or a plot idea, don't steal from anybody. people work hard on their characters and plots. i understand not many plots can be considered original, but everyone comes up with their own twists. stop stealing.

white washing. as a poc person, i have dealt with a lot of racism both irl and on tumblr. it was to a point i took two years off of this hellsite. so do not change a poc character into a white one. we've been erased as it is. and if you struggle trying to match a character to its race, do not feel afraid to ask someone for help on it. there are also websites that show you an fc's ethnicity as well.

not knowing where the line is between mun and muse. they are two completely different things.

god modding. for the love of all that is chuck, do not control what anyone else's character does!! we all control our own characters and that's how it should be. this also means doing something crazy that someone else may not approve of so if you want to do something, ask first.

force ship, simple as that

anon hate. seriously, that kind of negativity should never be welcomed nor encouraged. we all come here to escape as it is so just let everyone have fun writing.

people acting better than others. i'm sorry but no one is superior over anyone else.

lack of communication. we're all grown adults here. if there's a problem, just communicate.

trash talking someone's portrayal. realistically, we all interpret canon characters differently than others and that is okay. no one's version is right or wrong. no one is the "chanel/walmart" version.

shit stirrers. people don't get along sometimes, it happens. but don't be someone who fuels the fire between two people when all they wanted was to clear the air and talk.

rushing people to reply and shaming them when they don't reply fast enough. everyone has real lives and can't always get to it. now a simple nudge to let someone know they replied maybe weeks later just in case they missed it is fine. but if you're going to put pressure on people? stop.

using mental health as an excuse to be a shitty person. many people here suffer with different kinds of disorders and that is no one's fault. but that does not mean it's a pass to be a horrible person. you choose how to treat people around you. you choose whether or not to be a good person.

i can go on and on, but we don't have time for that so here is the rest of the list on the top of my head: self victimizing, ignoring triggers, trying to control your rp partners, bullying, not understanding that rping is a hobby and not a jobby, lack of respect for female characters both canon and oc, ect.

--- PLOTS OR MEMES? ;; yes

--- LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES? ;; it actually depends on my mood and on the thread. i love long replies cause there's more to work with. but short replies are fun for crack energy.

--- BEST TIME TO WRITE? ;; when my muse is strong kjhbsrekjgbkb

--- ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE? ;; i would say a little bit! just like sonny, i do everything i can to make people happy, even if it means wearing myself out. i also find myself being treated poorly by people i am close with irl just like sonny and her castmates. clumsy? oh absolutely. but also like sonny, i'm not afraid to stand up for myself and my friends. sonny is a lot friendlier than me tho krebgksrjebg

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[now-we-say-c0ral]

December 10, 2023

Woke up at 9:10am today. I wish I could have woken up at around 11am but here we are. Eddie was downstairs because he wakes up early and he knows I do not want to be disturbed on my off days so he goes down.

I got up around 11am and took a shower to get ready to go the gym. It was raining and I was still so physically drained so I just decided to take the bus. At the stop, there was a homeless man who asked me for spare change and I told him that I didn't have any. He went off and told me to have a good day but came back and asked if I could treat him to a burger on the corner. I obliged and said yes. He told me his name was Gordon and that he was hungry. I got him around 23GBP worth of food and he told me his sincerest thanks and to have a merry Christmas. I really have a soft spot for homeless people. It's cold outside and he literally has no home. I have the means to make his day a bit better so why couldn't I, right? I'll always try to help people as best I could. I told this to Ed and he smirked and said that I'm way too kind. I don't care if it seems like that it's a weakness. I think it's one of my greatest assets.

Went to Canning Town and shopped for some mussels and shrimp for tonight's dinner and went to the gym and did chest, arms, abs, and some cardio. Talked to mommy and Aira as well while I was on the treadmill. I now weigh 60.5kg from 64kg two weeks ago and I'm happy about that. I'll start to see my abs when I weigh 58kg. I think that's the optimum weight that I should be in. I can't wait for that. It's been so exhausting eating less and not eating after 4pm and exercising after busy shifts but it's paying off now.

Went home and saw that my Airpods Pro has been delivered and I'm happy about that. Now I have options on what Airpods I want to wear depending on the occasion and weather. If it's too cold I'll use my Max like an earmuff but if it's not too cold I'll use my regular Pro. Cooked some shrimp and mussels and prepared my lunch as well for tomorrow. Keeping up with my blog now and I'm playing Pokemon Unite to cap off the night. 4-day working week starts tomorrow. I hope I can carry myself through it.

December 9, 2023

THIS DAY WAS EXTRA HARD TO WAKE UP. The weather's tyoo perfect to sleep in plus my body is SO FUCKING SORE that if I had the option to cancel my shift I would but it would be hard to find someone to replace me since I was booked in an IPP list. To make matters worse there was a broken down train right in front of us and we had to wait 30 mins in Canary Wharf while they sorted out the problem. I got to work around 8:30am and they were already doing the first OGD. We had three lap cases after and mine was converted to an open one and we did it bilaterally. There were a lot of adhesions so we took 3 hours for my shift to finish.

We finished the shift at 4:30p and I waited for Ed to get to Brunswick because we planned to get some seafood boil from Pelican State. It was so good but the crab from back home is still superior compared to the snow crab that they served us. We also got some smoothies and milk teas from the nearby shops. We walked to Bershka in Oxford Street but couldn't find the shirt that I wanted to wear to the party this coming Friday with the baby girls so I just ordered them online when we got home.

My legs were so sore that any touch from Eddie would have instantly made me writhing in discomfort. I hope that my legs get better tomorrow because I have to go to the gym.

December 8, 2023

I'm on a late today. Sucks that I have to go home at 8pm but I finally have an excuse not to go to the Christmas party of Main Theatres. My friends aren't going anyway so it wouldn't be much fun for me to go.

I was assigned in Th10 with Marta, Tony and my baby girl Nicole. It was such a fun shift. We only had 1 case and Marta scrubbed from 10am-4:30pm doing a Craniotomy for Hemipherostomy. She was really good. Niki and I talked a lot about Ed and Merch and how they both are so similar and we and Niki just click about how we react to both of our boyfriends. We were busy gossiping and working until she was asked to scrub in because Marta and the consultants had to take a break because the case was taking too long. Niki was such a graceful scrub nurse. I want to be like her.

The case ended at around 8pm to which I still went to the gym. My body was so sore buy I still pushed through. Yesterday was so tough for me and it'll be worse tomorrow. I just know it. I did back, abs, and some cardio and got home at around 9:30pm. Ed cooked my meal for tomorrow. He remembered that I was on an IPP list. Bless this man. It was such a stressful day and my quads are killing me. Last day for this week tomorrow. I have to push through for the extra pay.

December 7, 2023

I was late yet again today. What's new really? I was assigned in Th9 with tony, Chichi and Ate Mel. We only had two cases today and the first one was just a lumbar tap which we didn't even need to scrub for. The second one was just a bilateral Ommaya reservoir insertion which I did. I'm doing better with these shunts but I really want to be able to backscrub and scrub for a craniotomy. Looking at it as a circulator it looks easy but you never really know until you are in the sterile field and scrub for it on your own. That will be my goal for the next week.

After the case finished, I stocked up, cleaned the theatre, and got the sets for next week and asked Kathy and Mark if I could go home early which their reply was yes. I just ate my lunch and left at around 3pm. I went to the gym and did legs heavily and some triceps. I finished off with a good stretching because I know for a fact that I will be having some issues with pain the next day. I bought some cookies to take home to Ed and got home around 7pm. Today was a tiring day.

[lost-technology]

Ooooh, hooo, clicked on the tag and just saw some shipping and age-discourse wank, whee. (Funny, I thought I was the queen of that back in the day, when I was young and dumb and didn't realize How Fandom Rolls). I was also looking up Trigun Trivia on TV Tropes and coincidentally, before I found the Disk Horse, I saw a rough age-calculation on there of the age of Manga!Wolfwood that actually puts him in his 20s, due to some intersection with minor characters / something of an ambiguous timeline regarding the aging-up due to being made into a super-soldier. That is still uncomfortable for some in regards to some of the ships in this fandom, particularly in paring him with a 150+ year old man. (Personally, I do not ship Vashwood, I am in favor of Asexual!Vash supremacy). I mean, maybe the most popular OTP in this fandom is my definite, absolute No-TP - reasons being "Just don't get the vibe" / "prefer friendship with this" "Trigun is not a romance manga" and "I am still traumatized by that toxic friendship I once had where someone was trying to convert me to their OTP with religious zeal." But, I also feel the urge to defend people against accusations of fandom "pedophilia" in regards to a character who is actually ambiguously aged. Also, a character with different age-ranges per different canon. In the 1998 original anime, Wolfwood didn't have the Eye of Michael plot. He was written as an adult. And he canonically banged Milly. The EoM stuff came as a surprise! plot point in the manga, which diverged. Now, in Stampede, I think there's more of an argument for Wolfwood still being just a little baby. He really seems like he's more or less just come out of the experimentation and is still very young. Still, we don't know all of his timeline for sure. Personally, I'm uncomfortable shipping him in Stampede, then again, I'm not huge on shipping in this fandom in general. (I will occasionally write a little Vash x Meryl as a treat). But I also object to people being called "pedophiles!" as in a real life very serious accusation for their likes in fiction and subsequent fanwork where people *do* ignore potential age-issues if the characters appear adult. It strikes me as being akin to the "Videogames make you violent!" thing. My bristle probably has more to do right now with my current She-Ra Fandom Exhaustion. (Reboot She-Ra, not original). That was... well, the canon and crew wanted you to ship characters. Most of the characters are ambiguously-aged, from teen to 20s. Most of the characters if not all of them, canonically, were some flavor on the LGBT+ Skittles rainbow. People there argued about ages of characters all the time and who you can ship and who you can't ship. It got really weird when my OTP was targeted, which was a ship between canonical adults (one of the characters being listed by crew as being around 30) because she "looked young" or her "being short and/or autistic makes her child-coded" (excuse me while I throw up). I just don't want people to fight you guys! *Holds up hands like Vash.* Ship and let ship, DON'T ship and let ship! There are honestly a lot of little things in this fandom that are popular that aggravate me, but I don't... tell people what to do (not since my cringe years are far behind me). I just kind of create my own fanwork. Or roll my eyes and sigh and find content that I like. It's not hard.

[reveluving]

sweet spot ; andy barber x reader

summary: Andy learns more about you through your connection with the Wilson’s.

warnings: fluff (slow burn)

a/n: hi this series is still alive, I just have issues like time, writer’s block & laziness,,, not proofread too so my apologies for any mistakes!

˚ · . series m.list

˚ · . gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics​

‘anyone would pay for these treats any day. no, he was not saying that because of his own feelings,’ ;  

It's been two months since you last spoke to Andy and you don't know if you should be glad or disappointed. Glad, because you're able to suppress your feelings (and inappropriate thoughts) for the man but disappointed, because seems like 'next time' progressively seemed more like an empty promise.

Sure, you were able to bid him goodbye or at the very least, the smallest talk whenever he was free enough to pick Jacob up from school. Worst of all, you could feel his gaze whenever you walked away, and on more than one occasion, too! As weeks become months, though, you thought you were too hopeful for your own good.

Until now.

Saturday rolled around and Andy had just dropped Jacob off at the Wilson's. Thankfully, Sam was able to talk it out with Andy.

'Relax man, I'll keep a close eye on them. You, on the other hand, should go check out the area. Feel free to stop by Sarah's bakery, it's not usually busy at this time,'

Thus, that's where he's heading to. The drive didn't take long, though Andy did take his time mapping any area that he hasn't covered before. A couple of retail stores, including a Japanese convenience store that he thought Jacob might like to check out.

Not long after his little survey around town, he finally reached the Wilson's family business.

'Home of the best Louisiana-style sweets in town!'

Tempting.

He took a look at the interior from the window, silently approving the homey decor and mouth-watering pastries in the display counter. Sam wasn’t lying when he mentioned the lack of traffic before lunchtime. In fact, it was deserted. If it wasn’t for the ‘open’ sign hanging on the door, he would’ve turned back. He could only hope this wasn’t a prank of Sam’s before making his way in, prompting a soft 'ding' from the entrance.

"I'll be with you in a minute!" Sarah called from the kitchen, unaware of the man her best friend’s been gushing about since you first met him. He didn’t think much of it, opting to take a closer look at the treats before him until he heard a familiar voice at the other end of the room.

“Y’know, the least you can do is help me with these cookies,”

“Don’t be such a baby, you can handle two little trays,” Sarah snorted before exiting the kitchen, smiling at the newcomer, “Hey there! Sorry 'bout that. Kinda short of hands today but I’m so glad it’s not peak hours,” She sighed before clasping her hands, “Now, what can I do for you?" She squinted her eyes, "Though, excuse me for my boldness but I don’t think I’ve seen you before,”

“Well, I guess you could say I'm a first-timer,” He smiled politely, “Your brother told me you make good coffee here,”

“Oh!” Sarah snapped her fingers, “Barber, right? Sam's told me all about you,” She paused, realizing the situation, "Well, not just Sam," She ignored the questioning look on his face with a cheeky smile, "You’ve come to the right place. Anything caught your eye?”

Andy eyed the list of best-selling drinks on the menu board behind her, “I'd like a cappuccino, please,"

“A cup of 'ccino and… any sweets?” He pondered for a second.

“Mind giving me some recommendations?”

“Not at all!” She moved away from the cashier and pointed at some of the displays, “Today’s pies are pecan and cherry. Or if you’re feeling a little fancy, we have pralines to go with your drink,” She cocked her head to the empty spot labelled ‘chocolate chip cookies’, “There’s the classic, too but we’ve only finished baking it. Speaking of,” She turned her attention to the kitchen door, prompting her new customer to do the same, “How’re the cookies back there?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” You groaned, leaning against the door to open it while holding a tray of fresh cookies in both hands, “Just give me a-"

It was amazing how you didn’t drop the tray at the sight of Andy standing in front of the counter. You didn’t even have to look at Sarah to know she was enjoying this moment. She was literally the first person you told after your first encounter with him at the gym, thinking she was the best candidate to hear it all. Only to have the colour drained from your face when she came to you, saying that Andy's a new colleague of Sam's.

“Andy!” You suddenly felt underdressed — a white cami dress. Perfect for the afternoon but now? You wished you brought that one cardigan with you, "Uh, fancy seeing you here!"

"I could say the same about you," He looked down at the floor, hiding the lil' smile on his face, "Colour me surprised, though. You're not in your tracksuit,"

Sarah stifled a laugh — she could see you rolling your eyes without even having to look at you. Sam would always act surprised whenever he'd bump into you outside the school premise in anything but a sportswear.

"Ha-ha, no wonder you and Sam are officemates," You arranged the cookies orderly, not having the guts to look him in the eye, "I have other clothes too, y'know?"

"Thankfully," You gawked at your friend's jab at your fashion sense. She leaned over the counter to 'whisper' to Andy, "I'd be worried if that one white tracksuit was the only thing she owned,"

You pouted, feeling betrayed that your best friend and your 'crush' were making fun of you. Andy found it amusing how you mouthed a 'fuck you' at Sarah, who seemed unfazed but rather entertained to see you bashful in front of the man you've been gushing about.

"You two know each other?" Andy asked, pointing between you and Sarah.

"She's teaching my boys," Ah, makes sense, "She teaching your kid, too?"

"Jacob," He nodded, "Same class, right?" You wordlessly nodded when he turned to you for confirmation, "Small world,"

"Well, Reve Road is a small neighbourhood," You chuckled, remembering each and every time you'd bump into a student or their parents around here, "If you know the Wilson's, there's a high chance you'll know this café,"

"And if your kid goes to Reve High, there's a high chance you'll know Ms (L/N) here," You narrowed your eyes when Sarah butted in, and smoothly, at that.

You've never seen her like this before.

Did she have an ulterior motive?

Who knows?

"Now," She straightened up, "You two can catch up and whatnot but first," She pointed at the freshly baked cookies, "Is that a yes?"

Well, you made it, didn't you?

"Two, please,"

"There you are," Sarah's sudden appearance jolted you out of your thoughts. You took the chance to flee to the storeroom with the excuse of 'the espresso machine's running low' when Andy began paying up for his order. Now, you're just hiding in here till who knows when, "Why’re you hiding in here?"

"You know exactly why,"

"You're right, I'm sorry," Her smugness told you she was anything but, "I can't help myself! I've never seen this side of you,"

"And that is?"

Did you really want to know the answer?

"Well," She drawled and acted like she was thinking, "Like a schoolgirl?"

She turned around, ignoring the deadly glare by taking a bag of coffee beans before throwing it at you.

"Here," You swiftly caught the bag, shooting her a confused look, "You did say the machine's running low on beans, and you were right. Sooo… have fun!" She ran out of the room before you could even have a say in it. You gave up — even if you stopped her, she had other things to do whereas you were pretty much done.

Except for Andy's coffee, that is.

You tried not to tear the bag in your hands from your crumpling habit, taking the last few seconds you have to pull yourself together before brisk walking back to the counter.

But, all that pep talk became useless when the first thing you were greeted with was Andy himself. He wasn't far from the counter, meaning his seating was the closest to the espresso machine.

Great!

You thought in utter horror.

"Everything okay back there?" His eyes darted between your face and the bag of coffee beans.

"Mhm!" You could only pray you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself by forgetting how to make a simple cup, "Had a tough time looking for these in the storeroom,"

Andy watched how you skillfully worked the machine, topping it all off with the serene atmosphere despite being the only customer at the moment.

"Seems like you and the Wilson's go back a long way," He piped up but his eyes were still focused on the extracting process.

"You're not wrong," You reminisced, "I used to work as the barista here, for a few months before getting an offer to teach in school. That was like, what, two years ago? Now, I'm just helping out whenever I have the chance," You shook your head slowly, "Man, time flies real fast when you're having fun,"

Andy hid the melancholy in his heart by chuckling with you. He wished he could say the same about himself for the past two years. Everything went fast for him, too, but not in a good way.

At all.

"What about you?" His eyes met yours, like, really met, finding an unexplainable comfort in your concerns, "How are you finding the neighbourhood?"

"Pretty good," More than good, actually, "Peaceful, lots of stores nearby, nice neighbours too. I'm just glad Jake's doing well so far," Silence took over, other than the constant drips from the machine, "He… is doing okay, right?"

"Of course," You didn't hesitate — partially to lessen his sudden worry but you weren't kidding about Jacob. Quiet, sure, but a fast learner, in both his classes and his managing role, "I'd say he's catching up real quick, considering how he's never learned our syllabus before. But, he's a little more open with the basketball team,"

"How so?" He patiently waited, seeing that you’ve finished preparing his cappuccino and straightened up in his seat when you're coming over to serve it.

"His friends. Other than AJ, I see that he's really close to the Maximoff twins. Good boys," You carefully placed his cup next to the basket of cookies, "So, I'd say he's doing more than okay,"

"That's good," You gave yourself a pat on the back for successfully reassuring him without needing to lie.

But, you took the risk of asking the next question.

"Things didn't go too well at your old place?" You could only hope you weren't overstepping any boundaries.

"You could say that," He replied curtly and though he didn't seem apprehensive, you didn't want to push your luck. He seemed like a man who didn't take snoopiness too lightly, either.

At least you knew your assumptions were right.

"Well, whatever the reasons are, I'm glad you two are doing well now," You didn't have to elaborate, not when Andy himself found it endearing to hear it from you.

"I'm glad too," You caught him whispering under his breath. Fearing for the awkwardness that could kick in anytime soon, you motioned to the cookies in front of him.

"Are the cookies good?" He appreciated your efforts to keep the conversation going and nodded.

"Very," He finished the half-eaten cookie, leaving him with just one, "My compliments to the chef,"

"Ah, well, you know the Wilson's," He could tell you were hiding something, only for both of you to jump at the voice behind you.

"Her recipe, by the way," Sarah's head was peeking out of the kitchen door just to place a tray of pralines on a random spot before disappearing yet again.

"This is your recipe?" He questioned you, funnily enough, through a mouthful. Andy shouldn't have been surprised after hearing your little history with the business' family, and yet he was.

"Yeah…" You twiddle your thumbs, feeling small under his interest, "Call it a contribution?" In reality, those cookies were one of the store's bestsellers but you never liked taking all the credit. Humble, is where it's at, after all.

"They're really good," He repeated. Other than trying to woo you, they were actually to his liking. Not too sweet, crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside, "I might buy some for the boys later,"

"I mean, you don't have to pay, y'know? Since it's Sarah's own sons, plus yours," You tilted your head.

"Call it a contribution," He repeated your words, plus, anyone would pay for these treats any day.

No, he was not saying that because of his own feelings.

The next hour went smoothly, with you suggesting to him the best restaurants in town and which neighbour to watch out for. Sarah, too, joined in from time to time, thankfully without trying to put you in the spotlight anymore.

Unbeknownst to you, it was because she had pretty much succeeded in the job.

Soon, the café was getting busier as lunch hour was rolling around. Families, especially, and not wanting to overwhelm you with entertaining both him and the customers, plus, Jacob's message that he and AJ had completed their work, he decided to take his leave.

"Thank you for the coffee, and the cookies, of course," He thanked you as soon as you were free from an order, "I'll see you around?"

No phone numbers. Not appropriate.

Or just not yet.

"You know where to find me," You smiled softly before rushing off to the storeroom for more sugar. Begrudgingly.

Man, he hated to see you go but loved to watch you leave.

Especially in that dress.

Seeing how Sarah was standing behind the register without any customers, Andy swooped in to purchase the cookies.

But, he didn't have the time to say a word when Sarah slid him a filled-up paper bag.

"Our treat," She raised her hand, knowing he was going to protest, "Ah-ah! It's free of charge and that's that. There's a separate bag in there for you and Jacob," With that, she left him with his thoughts and cookies to attend to the customer by the display counter.

Andy accepted the gift hesitantly, mentally thanking both you and Sarah before exiting the café and off to the Wilson's.

He couldn't help but smile throughout the drive, finding whatever that happened for the past couple of hours very… enjoyable? He learned a lot about you but at the same time, more questions began popping up and no doubt if whatever you and him had continued, you'd be learning about him too.

It was only a matter of time, is all.

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[flooficandii]

what do u think ab an au where the vp takes in kids with radiant abilities to train them as the "future" of valorant

this idea's kinda scuffed af bc idk much ab the lore actually i'm still confused ab kingdom n earth but i just want an excuse to see the agents babysitting chaotic kids with powers LMAOAoadjdj

IM NOT GONNA LIE THAT WOULD SOUND SUPER CUTE LMAO RADIANT BABY DAYCARE,,,, also this is a perfect excuse to put my headcanons about which of the agents are the best with kids

parents. like, literal parents dude

brimstone. he is the first immediate thing that comes to mind when i think of parenting. i mean look at the way he talks to the rest of the agents, you can't tell me he won't do well with kids

CYPHER!!! bro cypher would LOVE kids,,,,i hc he was really excited to be a dad but nora kinda died with his unborn baby so,, yknow he has that yearning feeling and he kinda projects that nature onto the younguns. he may be super secretive and shifty but you can tell he cares for them and would love to have children running around the base

sage!! sage radiates this energy of warmth and comfort and security, you'll always feel safe with her so she'd be wonderful with children :]] she won't hesitate to be strict if needed though so just make sure to stay on her good side unless,,, "YOUR HOMEWORK IS NOT OVER!!!"

reyna. surprisingly. although she isn't as much a parent as the rest of them, she wILL break someone's arm for a kid. she may be very murderous but kids might be her soft spot (glances vaguely at her little sister)

tbh i see her as the kind of caretaker that'll let her kid do awful things lmao

"miss reyna can i say a curse word ple a se ,,,"

"of course, cariño."

"FUCK!!!!"

okay at it/awkward but trying

omen. omen isn't sure how to interact with children,,,, like, i headcanon he scares them away a lot

if one of them happens to be NOT scared?? *immediately imprints*

i think the most he'd do while watching over children is just sit there with his knitting needles and grunt Menacingly whenever they start causing trouble

viper. viper also scares kids away, understandably so, but she does have this maternal nature despite her scary aura (exhibit a: duality)

i headcanon she actually dislikes children and tries to avoid them as much as possible but will be incREDIBLY protective if they're threatened

yoru. he finds kids annoying. but if he were put in a situation where he HAD to keep an eye on them he'd probably try

just a little bit

as a treat

he'll call them brats or something lmAO what a bitch

unless one of them calls him cool and feeds his ego

then yeah he'll love them lol

imagine yoru going into his rift and picking the kid up to make it look like they're flying

a parent? maybe not, it's really not something on his list of ideals. but a big brother figure? sure! it means he gets to bully tease children to his heart’s content

sova. sova is okay at babysitting. he’s very quiet though so the kids usually get bored with him

he’s quick to straighten them up if they’re misbehaving

maybe he’ll tell fairy tales about the mountains or something

*deep thick russian voice* “When I was still living with my babushka in the frigid mountains of the North,”

babysitters at most

jett. jett seems like the cool babysitter who lets you do anything and everything lmao,, stay up past your bedtime?? sure thing. snacks before dinner?? hell yeah. you want her to show you her cool spinny wind trick?? of course!!

raze! raze gives off the vibes of the girl next door who everyone in the neighborhood knows and loves. she probably hung out with the kids in her town a lot and would draw with them, make music with them, etc. very big sister vibes 10/10 just don't let her have explosives around them

ASTRA!!! astra astra astra i bet she’d be the type to give piggy back rides and make little stardust confetti to wow them with!! she’ll sing songs and read stories and maybe do little puppet shows for them  

skye would do great with kids! she’s strong enough to catch up to them during vigorous games of tag and she’d let them pet her tiger

her animals love the kids too

imagine taz lying on his back as they pet his belly and hawko perching on top of their heads

haha! *slowly pulls them away from the children*

breach. i dont know about you guys but if you left him with a kid he would lose them in like 1.5 minutes

“what? they’re tiny, you think i’d notice?”

bro he is such a fucking bully he’d punt a kid across a football field

i guess he’d let them sit on his giant bionic shoulders but thats it

phoenix.

says he has it under control

does NOT have it under control

“alright, fam! leave it to me, i can handle some younguns-”

*burns down the entire hq after trying to show them a trick*

killjoy. bro she would use them for her experiments without batting an eye

“KILLJOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE KIDS”

“testing the sensor range of my turret!! :DD relax, it won’t hurt them- they’re wearing helmets!”

“KILLJOY THEY’RE WRAPPED IN BUBBLE WRAP I DON’T THINK THAT’S HUMANE”

kay/o.

i dunno man i don’t think he’d even know what to do with kids

also he might accidentally break their spine if they wanted a hug lmao

he won’t hurt them on purpose but this is just,,,a safety measure

k would do great with kids though :]] big friendly guy

[ichigoromi]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Chaotic vibes only!

Hope y'all enjoy reading!

Pairing (s): MSBY Four - Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo and Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn! reader

Genre: fluff!

Warning (s): None!

Enjoy!

Bokuto Koutarou

The grocery store is packed during the weekend, and the two of you are only free during the weekends to do your grocery shopping.

You knew that you would easily lose him during such busy days, so you insisted that he never let go of your hand.

Obviously, he is more than happy to hold your hand because he loves how big his hand is compared to yours.

You pushed the trolley around, filling it with fresh vegetables and fruits while he looks around the mart.

While you were busy choosing the watermelon, unknowingly, Bokuto decided to explore the supermarket on his own.

He just went to the snack aisle and got a few snacks and heads back to the fresh produce section, and you were not there.

Bokuto reached out to his pocket to find it empty.

His phone was with you, and you were nowhere to be found.

So, what does he do?

"The caretaker of Bokuto Koutarou, your child is currently at the customer service counter. Please come and pick him up." A loud announcement rang through the store, and you wanted to hide your face.

Everyone around you started whispering about the professional athlete Bokuto Koutarou really lost, or was it another child with the same name as him?

You asked a kind soul for you to help you look after your trolley while you went and go collect your lost child.

"Baby! You're here!" He ran up to you and threw his arms around, slightly lifting you up.

Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and you apologised profusely to the receptionist at the counter while pulling your giant boyfriend away.

The young kid that was waiting with your trolley was excited when he saw Bokuto with you. He was a big fan of your boyfriend. You helped them take a picture, and he wraps his arms around you.

"That was so embarrassing...Kou, can you just hold onto my shirt and never let go?" He shook his head, and you tilt your head in confusion.

Did he want to get lost again?

"Nope, I'm going to hug you and never let you go!" He got behind you and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

Miya Atsumu

Normally, you did the grocery shopping alone since he is tired after training and doesn't drive.

So, the grocery shopping chore became yours.

He has a rest day and offered to pick up the groceries with you on this rare occasion.

It was a pleasant surprise, and you were glad to have a helping hand to help you.

You brought him to Costco, and it's going to be easy to lose him, a new-timer who has never been to Costco.

You warned him and told him to stay close to you and don't stray away from you.

He just nods his head and proceeds to ignore your warnings.

Atsumu was kind of upset that you were treating him like a child, but he overestimates himself.

Because within 15 minutes of entering the store, he has already lost you.

So, instead of calling you and asking where are you, he got another trolley and proceeded to do his own shopping.

Since you were busy with the shopping list, you didn't even notice your boyfriend was not following you anymore.

He was fascinated by the big store and got lots of stuff, ones that you two don't really need.

After a while, he realised that you have actually forgotten about him and literally went and did your own shopping.

When he was about to make a quick call to you, his phone died.

So, he went and paid for his stuff first and head to the customer service counter.

"Y/l/n Y/n, your child Miya Atsumu is currently at the customer service counter; please come and pick him up." Everyone heard it, so did you, but you continue your shopping.

This man, even after you warned him, still went and got separated from you.

So, you deliberately took your own sweet time and went a few rounds around a particular aisle.

You purposely lined up at the longest queue for your payment.

By the time you were done, he has been waiting with other lost kids for an hour or two.

"That was mean of ya! It was so embarrassing!" He buried his face in the crook of your neck; you awkwardly apologised to the cranky receptionist that was grumbling about how youngsters were so irresponsible.

Atsumu recounts his tale of how the lost kids there were laughing at an adult who got lost and has to be sent to the customer service, but he voluntary went himself.

"Serves you right. I told you to stick right next to me. Tsumu, why did you buy all of these? We have it at home..." You gaped at the amount of stuff that he bought.

"Really? I didn't see it. Oh well, it's just more stocks then." He grinned playfully, expecting you to laugh, but you let out a deep sigh.

"This is why I have a shopping list for a reason; it is so that we don't overbuy! Tsumu, you're such a hoarder!" He opened his mouth and tries to explain himself, but nothing came up.

You loop your arms around his neck and kisses his cheeks.

"It's fine; I can deliver some to Samu. Don't worry." You reassure him when you notice his crestfallen expression.

"Stop pouting. You did well today, but next time, just stick close to me?" He nods his head and you two head to your car.

Hinata Shoyo

It was all a small mistake that leads to you two in the current situation.

Hinata knows the danger of losing you in the grocery store because your purse has his phone and his wallet.

But he holds your hand tightly as you two entered the store.

At first, it was going well, there were not many people in the store, and you two were out on a date.

Until the sudden increase of patrons in the store.

Hinata was sure to hold your hand tightly, but you heard of some discount from the housewives nearby; you let go of him and head towards the frozen aisle.

Oh no, he is left alone, and there was nothing he could do.

His fans came up to him and asked for photos and autographs, so he stayed and interact with them, hoping that you would come back for him.

Yeah, you were definitely not going back to find him as you made friends with the housewives as they give you tips about discounts.

Even the butcher chatted with you for a while.

So, he went to the customer service counter and requested them to make an announcement.

"The guardian of Hinata Shoyo, please proceed to the customer service counter to pick up your child." That was when you realised that Hinata was no longer beside you.

You picked up the remaining items on the lists and head to the register to pay for the groceries. Gosh, you felt like an awful significant other, losing him and not realising earlier.

But, the new knowledge and tips that you've gotten might be worth it, just kidding.

You were going to make a delicious meal for him to make up for your mistake earlier.

He looked relieved when he saw you walking towards him.

"Sho-chan! I'm so sorry! I lost you and even forgot about you. Can you forgive me?" You apologised profusely, and he chuckles, seeing your guilty expression.

You buried your face into his chest, and he pats your head to tell you to not blame yourself. It was all good, but still, you felt awful.

"Let's go home. I have picked up some good cuts of beef; I'll cook a good meal for you!"

"Sure, let's go." He kisses the top of your head and you two head towards the parking lot.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Alright, Sakusa would make the perfect housewife. He is good at household chores, cooking? He is the perfect husband in the making.

He does the grocery shopping, and you would stay at home.

But, you felt like accompanying him to the store, so he allowed you to follow him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of black sweats, and he was wearing similar attire to you.

He made sure you held his hand since you were short and could easily blend into the crowd. (a/n - omi is just a giant.)

It's been a while since you came out shopping with him, and it was fun getting out once in a while.

You can't help but want to explore the supermarket on your own.

So, you went on your own; after all, you're a grown adult. Nothing bad would happen.

Right?

Oh ho ho, Sakusa turned around, and you were gone.

He starts to panic because you were not behind him, and he couldn't see you in the crowd.

Sakusa calls you and felt his left pocket buzzing.

It was your phone buzzing in his pocket.

He sighs and decided to finish his list before finding you.

Meanwhile, you had enough money for a popsicle, and you got your favourite flavour and head to the customer service counter.

"Excuse me, can you please make a lost child announcement?" The receptionist immediately sat up in her seat and apologised for not noticing you earlier.

"Where's the lost child?" You pointed at yourself. She nodded her head blankly.

"Yeah, Sakusa Kiyoomi is my guardian. Thank you." This whole situation was bizarre, but she made the announcement for you anyways.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, your child is at the customer service counter; please come and pick up your lost child."

You were literally chatting with the receptionist when he rushed over to the customer service counter. He sighed, relieved that you were safe. He apologised for the inconvenience he caused.

"You got me worried. Just stay at home, okay?" He kisses your forehead. You shook your head.

"Nope! I'm coming with you from now on!"

Oooh, my first headcanon where I did four characters at once! It was quite fun and I might write more of these in the future!

I hope y'all enjoy this!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓