#squall x you

[azuree1733]

What yall know bout my boy Irvine

[sailforvalinor]

Exhibit A: Leon’s design in KH includes red wings on the back of his jacket that look like the wings on the back of Rinoa’s duster

Exhibit B: this excerpt from Leon’s official wiki page:

Exhibit C: this interview with Nomura after KH1:

Exhibit D: this scene in KH2, in which Leon receives a letter with a familiar symbol:

Conclusion: I don’t know, but I sure am concerned—it’s been 20 years I need CLOSURE, Nomura

[angelosearch]

Happy b-day to my girl Rinoa. I wish I had fic or art ready to post today but I don't :(

All I will say is that writing in her perspective for an extended period of time, and therefore looking at her lines and behaviors over and over again, has just really made me appreciate Rinoa as a character.

A few things I love about her:

As the daughter of what we are led to believe are Galbadia's highest ranking general and one of the world's biggest celebrities, Rinoa is privileged. She comes from a position of power and wealth. She could have just lived a comfortable life but she chooses to use her knowledge and skills to help free a country from violent occupation. Doing so puts her at great personal risk, and although she may not fully understand how risky it is, it is extremely brave and righteous for her to do this. This is why I believe Rinoa is not Ultimecia - because at her core, she is someone who places her values over personal gain when she has power and influence. She can be possessed but I don't believe she corruptible (into Ultimecia, anyway).

On her bravery, we all know that Rinoa fears doing things alone. But many times in the game, she does things alone anyway. Bravery is not the absence of fear but the willingness to challenge it, and our girl challenges it all the time!

Further, she makes the active decision to rejoin the SeeDs after Irvine escorts her out of D-District prison. What I realized in writing my fic, which is an alternate timeline, is that Rinoa actually has no established reason to go to the missile base. But you can assign her to that party. And she will do it without complaint. She is risking her life, not to earn money, or to move her mission in Timber forward, or even to spend more time with Squall. She will go because she thinks it's the right thing to do, and because she wants to help Selphie, someone she has just met.

She gives people the benefit of the doubt. There is no denying that Squall is a huge jerk to her at times early game, but she is emotionally intelligent enough to realize that whatever he is projecting is not about her. And then she tries, over and over, to reach out to him. She is so patient. But also, she gives Deling the benefit of the doubt - they were trying to reason with him on the train, not even blackmail him or threaten him, but just have a conversation. She tries to not kill Edea TWICE. She tries to use the bangle to circumvent assassination and then tries to get the SeeDs to find another way to face her. She even returns to Esthar after they were hostile toward her. She believes in the good of people. Maybe that's being naive but if we were all as cynical as some other characters in this game, the world would completely fall apart.

Rinoa is always thinking. She is crafty, she comes up with interesting plans, and she can even be a bit of a schmoozer. Rinoa is only 17, and so some of this is not always executed in the best way; but I think she is extremely intelligent and creative. And, I mean, you GOTTA BE if you can teach your dog all those amazing tricks.

Don't you DARE call her a damsel in distress. She is just as much the hero of FFVIII as Squall is and YES I will die on this hill. Does she get into some pretty nasty situations? Yes. Are some of these situations caused by mistakes on her part? Absolutely. But this girl is far from helpless and goes all out to save Squall, her friends, and ALL OF TIME AND SPACE. She was willing to go to Edea by herself with a bangle that she had idea if it worked to help her friends. She was at peace with being locked away for probably the rest of her life if that meant keeping the world safe. She was willingly possessed by an evil sorceress for a second time after having a traumatic more-than-near-death experience the first time (she hadn't even experienced an Ellone dream before so imagine how scary this entire prospect was??? Like yes you need to lose your conciousness to some future bitch again and then you have to go into this other bitch's head in the past in this dreamscape you've never even been in and then yeah all of time is gonna collapse if/when you come to, you cool with that, Rinoa?). At the end of the game, she physically travels between dimensions/time/space/realities to find Squall and revive him, and then transport them back to their own reality which is obvious savior stuff. But she also saves Squall throughout the game by staying by his side, asking the right questions, listening to him, and giving him validation that, while he doesn't accept, he needs to hear. And oh yeah she fucks up Irvine to go get Squall out of prison. There's a reason they only call her "princess" once in the game - because she's NOT just a princess.

She cute as fuck js not just physically but also the things she says and her mannerisms. She's just so charming! No wonder Squall fell toss-myself-into-space in love with her! Me too tf

Tbh there are more reasons but this post is already longer than I thought it was going to be. Apparently I just have a lot of Rinoa feelings okay?! Okay.

Love you, happy birthday you absolute angel you ❤️

[kyasarinkishinuma]

Brisk Mornings

Summary: After a mission outside Balamb Garden (Y/N) is bedridden, and Squall's the only one who's available to look after her.

Pairing: Squall Leonhart x Reader (he deserves more love!)

Themes: Sick (Y/N), fluff

AO3 link

Ugh. Why had Dr. Kadowaki left him with her? Caretaking was barely his strong suit, hell, neither was caring about anything at all. Or at least that's what he told himself.

Her face was a familiar one. A SeeD who had also been trained at Balamb Garden. She had graduated from the program a few months before him and already gone on a handful of missions. Even if they hadn't been part of the same class, he knew her. In a place as small as the Garden, everybody knew everyone. Even a guy who kept to himself.

Well, those people who seemed to insist on sticking around him, Zell, Selphie, Quistis, they were definitely to blame as well, at least partly. They kept pushing him into interacting with others more. Especially Irvine and Rinoa. So he had greeted her a couple times in the Garden hallways, albeit hesitantly. She had always responded with a kind smile.

So why weren't they taking care of her? Clearly they knew more about that kind of stuff than he did. He wasn't a nurse. He was a mercenary. Trained to fight. Not trained to do... Well, this.

He had to admit though, the silence was nice. It was always quiet here in the infirmary, away from the bustling hallways and energetic students. She was asleep so watching over her wasn't that bad. It's not like he had to force himself to find something to say.

From what he had heard, she had been sick ever since she came back from her mission. It had been outside Balamb, so it wouldn't surprise him if it had been a virus that was foreign to her body. SeeDs were trained to withstand the worst of conditions, so something as mere as what seemed to be a cold shouldn't knock them down so easily. But alas, here she was. Here they were.

Watching her peaceful face, he did feel a twinge of protectiveness in his chest.

"Mm..."

He had been so caught up in his trainwreck of thoughts that he hadn't even noticed her shifting around on the infirmary bed. Blue eyes darted back to her as she struggled to sit up, holding a hand to her head. The headache and stuffiness in her nose was just unbearable, making it difficult to focus on anything else. She hadn't been aware that she wasn't alone in the room, not until she opened her eyes and noticed a gentle but disgruntled presence at her side.

"Don't push it."

"Squall?"

He was standing by her bed, his gaze as fierce as it always was, almost reprimanding. It's the kind of thing that scared others off the first time they met Squall, but in time it became clear that it was simply part of his demeanor. He was always so tense, attentive, weary, as any well-trained mercenary would be.

She tried to show him a smile but the wave of feverish heat that went through her was unbearable, making her double up with a groan as she grasped her head tightly. Shivering, she could feel a pair of gloved hands gently but awkwardly guide her back down on the mattress.

"I'm here."

A belated answer to her question from earlier. Eyes screwed shut, she pulled the thin sheet over her body as it was wracked by trembles. Truly, she was embarrassed to be in such a state from a mere cold. When she opened her eyes and saw Squall standing next to her bed it was like she was seeing him through a blurry veil, a feverish haze covering her senses. It was difficult to acknowledge any of what was going on around her and all she could really focus on was his presence. It was stiff, but calm.

"I'm sorry..."

She managed to whimper out with a cough, hiding beneath the blankets slightly. He only seemed more disgruntled then, shaking his head as he crossed his arms.

"Don't apologize. Just focus on getting better."

Right. She nodded weakly, shivering as she curled up, facing away from him. Even as she closed her eyes she could still feel his presence there, silent, watchful. In a way it almost felt like he was guarding her.

"Thanks for watching over me, Squall."

Without needing to see him she could practically feel him look off to the side, tightening his stance.

"Whatever."

His response did make her smile, cold and indifferent as it may have seemed. It didn't take her long to fall back into an empty sleep, her body seized by fever. And so silence fell back over the room as Squall stood there, making sure nothing happened to her. It was calm, peaceful, a bit chilly.

A brisk morning, like the kind he liked.

[karalija]

https://www.deviantart.com/kara-lija/art/The-Oath-Final-Fantasy-VIII-964326497

“Rinoa... even if you end up as the world’s enemy...I’ll...I’ll be your knight.” -Squall

Squall Leonhart and Rinoa Heartilly from Final Fantasy VIII by Squaresoft (Square Enix)

I’ve always found his inner pledge to protect her to be deeply romantic and the Sorceress and Knight bond aspect wholly fascinating. It brings to mind chivalry and fairytales in a unique way.

I have a few fic rec’s to offer here, with a bigger recommendation post to be on my tumblr soon. There are so many incredible authors (and artists!) throughout this fandom who’ve expanded upon the mentioned but sparsely explored lore in the game. The first 3 fics have been hugely inspirational to me lately, while A Mist Over Winhill was a fic I read circa 2001 that I’ve loved ever since. Please check these stories out and drop the lovely authors a comment!

“Angel’s Scar” by colobonema on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24588694/chapters/59389741

“Chronicles of A Lion’s Oath” series by tricks @cynic-view-ahead on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3355909

“Privacy” by SteeleStingray on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23469445/chapters/56265436

“A Mist Over Winhill” by Kate Lorraine on ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2360625/1/A-Mist-Over-Winhill

And I always rec a song or two for ambience to go with my art. The song for the viewing enhancement of this particular piece is:

“The Oath” from FF8’s ost: https://youtu.be/TsnJBvokVzk

Drawn in procreate.

Please DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST!

And be kind!

[strayheartless]

Why don’t we ever talk about the fact that after Rinoa drags Squall onto the dance floor and then leaves, squall goes out to stand on the balcony and stare at the stars…

Like…

This ain’t Romeo and Juliet but if it were Squalls the one asking Rinoa to “refuse thy father and deny thy name!” It’s so funny to me that out of all the parallels they chose to place Squall in Juliet’s position!

[tr1ck5]

I feel like that has to have been pointed out before but man I just gotta say it still: ''Shut up and dance'' by Walk the Moon is, like, unequivocally, undeniably, absolutely, indisputably about Squall and Rinoa, right? Like, come on, I mean, right?

[ladyaster]

A Squinoa piece I did for my portfolio! I love this game and I love its characters and I love the themes and I love that deep lore and MMMM! I’m always happy to draw more FFVIII art. ^w^

Absolute power couple. I always low-key headcanoned that Squall and Rinoa eventually end up really gravitating to Quetzalcoatl & Alexander and Carbuncle & Bahamut respectively.

Hope you enjoy and have a good one!

Edit: I just realized I accidentally posted this on FFVIII’s anniversary!!! Holy moly that is pure serendipity and it does me a smile!

[feilien]

@draconisa  said: “76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . (or, you know… having just stolen one of their things 😇 for eira!)”

{♚ x 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 || Accepting x}

 It was rare for Matt to spend the night at an inn. Mostly because gold was rare to come by during his aimless travels and the little he earned from odd jobs here and there was barely enough for food and the upkeep of his equipment. Sleeping in a comfortable bed was simply a luxury he couldn’t afford.

 Now and again, however, he got paid enough to afford all three. And he’d be damned if he didn’t grab that opportunity by its proverbial horns. What truly excited him, however, was the freshly cooked food in the tavern below the rooms. He’d always had a weak spot for good food, and given that he mostly lived off of what he could forage and hunt, a plate full of roasted meat and seasoned vegetables was a welcome change of pace.

 So Matt probably hadn’t been as observant while digging into his food as he should’ve been. Or else he might’ve caught the girl before she’d managed to get her hands in his bag. But… At least he managed to catch it before she walked out of the door.

 Letting out a sigh, he spared his plate one last, longing glance, then got up from his chair and chased after the girl, grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her back before she could disappear into the night. “Stealing isn’t very nice, you know.” Holding out his hand, he nodded towards hers. “I believe you have something of mine. I’d prefer it if you returned it without making me work.”

[sanctuary-kingdomhearts]

꧁𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝐼𝐼꧂

𝐷𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

He was an older male, with long, white hair that flowed down his body’s natural curves and framed his face, rolling under his mouth and adding flare to his eyes with the bushiness of his eyebrows. He was dressed oddly but in line with his aesthetic of stars and magic. A large-cap sat comfortably on his head, covered in stars behind its blue background, with plain blue robes covering him to match. His very appearance gave meaning to the word ‘wizard.’

His very figure, right down to how he carried it, told anyone how composed he was. And, standing before him, I felt smaller than my below-average height usually made me. I averted my eyes, finding that to be a mistake when I realized the candle on his desk was shaped like a skull. Books floated about the room and organized themselves on shelves only to move again, or push other books out of the way. Always in a constant state of disarray.

Behind him were windows that allowed someone to look out into the starry night sky, and trees in the distance covered up the fact there was no ground past them. The sky was closer than it had been on the islands, and we’d had to take a rocket made out of candy to get to this fantastical place. It was just like one of the fairy tales that inspired Sora and Riku’s adventure games.

I stepped back as another stepped forward, hitting my shoe on the chalkboard behind me. I sucked in a breath and put my foot down, trying not to seem as small as I felt. Diverting my attention back to the two adults I was in the room with.

The male that stepped up was quite odd as well. Weirdly shaped with a snout and large, circular ears. His beady eyes reminded me of an animal with their look, but inside them was undeniably someone who cared, at least, from when I had met him. He’d gently taken my hand and told me it’d be alright, as he and mom talked.

His outfit was practical and easy to move in. Indicating that he exercised a lot, or needed to be more mobile than most. It was equipped with armor and soft, red fabric, a light jacket, and sweatpants. He had large, yellow shoes with belts on him too. He had a lot of belts.

I rolled back on my heels, bothered that Sora wasn’t here, and Mom had to wait outside.

“Master,” The male with the high-pitched voice spoke softly, “it’s her, she has the keyblade.”

Right, not only had Mom been worried about the strange key, but this person too, Mickey. I stepped closer to him, looking for assurance in front of his intimidating master.

The older man stroked his beard and closed his eyes in thought, “a keyblade wielder so young? It has never happened before,” He opened his striking black eyes, “perhaps it’s a warning, about what is to come.” He sighed, and I couldn’t help but observe how strained it sounded.

“What is to come, master?” The mouse-man stressed. “You won’t tell me anything.”

The wizard, Yen Sid– I believe that’s what Mickey told me before we arrived– shook his head slowly, “it is not our concern yet,” he turned and locked eyes with me.

“Could you show me, your keyblade?” He asked, pausing in the middle of his sentence as if contemplating whether I even knew what that meant.

I don’t. But with Mickey’s help, taking my hand in his larger gloved one, the light came back. The old and worn silver and gold key appeared in my hand, I couldn’t support it, so Mickey held up the oversized key for me. It was scratched and there were signs of it being worn beyond relief. It was definitely old, battle-tested.

He hummed, taking his hand off his beard. “So, it’s time for that as well.”

When he closed his eyes this time, he kept them shut for so long I’d thought he’d fallen asleep. But then he opened them, and along with that, came to a decision. “Then, it’s far too dangerous for her to return to the islands.”

I froze, clutching the clothes over my chest to try and steady myself. What did he just say? I think I must’ve misheard.

“But what do we do..? She’s too young to start training, and we can’t just give her to master Eraqus, can we? He has his own pupils to train.” Mickey looked at me, sympathy in his eyes.

I didn’t want sympathy. What did they mean I couldn’t go back home to Mom and Sora? That was ridiculous! It was just a key!

“I wanna go home,” I stated, walking closer to the desk. I didn’t even measure up enough to peek my head over without using my tiptoes. “To Sora, my mom’s waiting outside. I’m not going anywhere but there.”

“(Y/n)...” Mickey reached out to grab my shoulder, but I kept my gaze on Yen Sid.

“I don’t understand why everyone’s so concerned with it, but– does it matter? I’ll be careful with it.” I tried to convince them, pleading with them. But neither would meet my eye as I turned to each of them.

“(Y/n),” Mickey started, “it’s not you we’re worried about. It’s the heartless.” The mouse specified.

“The, what?” I asked, breathless. It felt like the world had turned on its head, and in a way, I suppose it had. But I felt like I was drowning in things I didn’t understand, didn’t hope to understand. Beside me, a black creature appeared with a puff of pink smoke that trailed into the air. It stayed still, but looked exactly like the Scary from two days ago!

I backed up, running into Mickey as I tried to avoid it. Yen Sid set his hand down, robes shifting with it, creating the sound of meshing fabric.

“This is a heartless,” he explained to me. “They are creatures created from the darkness in people's hearts, they seek to snuff out the light.”

“Your keyblade attracts them to you, (Y/n).” Mickey chimed in, I turned to him, clutching my chest.

“So they come from people's sadness and stuff? And then what do they do, snuff out? Like a candle?” I muttered before thinking of Sora, “and I can, help them?”

Mickey’s eyebrows dropped, behind us, the heartless burst into a puff of pink smoke. “Something like that.”

“By repairing their hearts, you would help those who’ve lost their way and have become consumed by darkness,” Yen Sid explained, his natural inflection highlighting the word consumed and elongating darkness.

“So, if they snuff out the light, that's bad?”

“Yes.”

“But I can just turn it back on again though, so there's nothing to worry about.”

Mickey looked at me, his black eyes became glossy with a sort of sadness. I wondered what could make a person that sad. “Eventually, yes, you will be able to do that.”

The older male cleared his throat, rubbing his beard. “It means, child, that returning to your family will put their hearts in danger.”

I turned to him, tilting my head, our hearts? He was going on about hearts too? Curious, I wanted to know just what exactly the hearts they were talking about went.

“They will try to take your heart, along with your mother and Sora’s.”

My grip on the fabric tightened. “But that would hurt…”

“Exactly. So we have to make sure that won’t happen.”

“But we’d be fine, right? Even if they snuff out the lights, we can just turn more on.” I spoke, determined. I could keep my family safe. I could handle responsibility. Anything for mom, anything for Sora.

Mickey sighed, averting his gaze from me. “That's not how it works, (Y/n).”

Confused, I turned to him, mumbling out my question as I deflated. “Why not?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with yet, child.” The magician dismissed me and I frowned.

“If it’s important to my family,” I turned to him and stared into his eyes, “I should know. Right?”

He closed his eyes, breathing in slowly. I balanced my weight on one foot, suddenly antsy. An ache in my chest wasn’t going away, even as I scratched at it. “It’s not important for a child to know.”

Heat made its way into my cheeks and I frowned, “I wanna go home, I wanna see Sora.”

I turned around, intending to walk out the door and get mom, hoping she’d help end this conversation and let me go home. But Mickey placed a hand on my shoulder.

“If you go back home, untrained and with that keyblade, your brother will get hurt, (Y/n).” There was so much pain in the mouse's voice that I turned around to meet his almost teary eyes. I bit my lip and stilled in my movement. The look in his eye was too personal for me not to listen.

“But I love them, I want to be with them,” My chest ached again, a dull ache that persisted even as I rubbed against the rainbow fabric.

Mickey nodded, pulling me into a hug, “I know, I know, but, if you love them, you have to make sure they're safe, right?” Reluctantly, I nodded.

He bent down, crouching on his knees, “You wanna keep them safe, don’tcha?”

“I do.”

We turned to his master, and I gazed up at his wisdom-worn face. He peered down at me, and I resigned myself to listening to the rest of their conversation.

“She’s too young to start training.” He decided, his decision as firm as his voice, “Once she is of proper age, I will undergo her training myself, but until then, we must house her in a place that is best suited to protecting both her and those around her.”

Alarmed, my body shot up on its own. “You mean I have to go somewhere else?!”

Mickey protested as well, “master, she’s way too young to wait for the proper age. If we did that…” He looked at me, “We– I can monitor the islands, make it part of my daily patrol!”

I turned to him, then back to the master, “yes. We can do that, can’t we?”

The old man sighed, rubbing his beard, “Mickey.” He stated with closed eyes, “Do you really think you can handle that? As the only current active duty keyblade master, you have a duty to the denizens of every world. It's far too much for you to handle the protection of the child on her own.”

“Well, we can’t give her to master Eraqus. Like I said before, he has far too much with Aqua, Terra, and Ven.” Mickey argued, suddenly taking my previous stance.

Confused by this change, I tilted my head. “What’s the proper age?”

The older man stared down at me, unwavering in his composure, his cold stare made me straighten up before I even noticed it was happening.

“Thirteen is the usual beginning for a keyblade wielder in training nowadays. But long, long ago, it was decided at ten, who would be able to take up the path of a protector of worlds.”

My mouth was agape, and my eyes expanded at his answer. “Ten?” I asked, breathless and flabbergasted. I was only four. That was at least six years before I could even start training. And then, even after that..?

Sora, Mom. No, I can’t.

“I can’t accept that. There has to be another way, can’t I start earlier? I can do it, I’m,” I looked for the right words, something that would convince him, “mom says I’m smarter than most kids my age, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Amused, the old wizard cracked a smile, “But you are so young, you cannot even hold your blade. How do you hope to conquer the darkness without a steady hand?”

Wordless, I scrambled for an answer. “I’ll, I’ll… I– can’t I do the learning part now? And then practice every day to hold it, and then we can work on the practical part when I’m ready! Can’t that work?”

Mickey placed a hand on my shoulder, “we don’t want you to have to wait that long either, (Y/n). But I don’t think that's a good idea, and I’m sure master…”

“Five.”

Both our attentions’ turned to the mage, “huh?”

Stroking his beard, he closed his eyes. “If you can manage to hold your blade in the half a year it takes for you to turn five, then I shall oversee your accelerated training myself.”

Before Mickey could think to say anything more, I agreed as quickly as I could. “Deal.”

When I got no reaction, I repeated myself again, “deal, please.”

“Very well, then, child. Let your heart be your guiding key during this time. I am truly sorry for the grief you’ve been inflicted with.” We didn’t make any eye contact, his black eyes closed and body stilled. I believed him.

As Mickey took my hand and led me toward the entrance of the room. Towards mom’s arms. I couldn’t help but turn back to the man as we left.

“Let your heart be your guiding key too, mister.”

___________

The house was nice, a brick-based structure painted to match the nice town that it inhabited. The walkways were concrete with intricate designs, and the place was littered with flowers to the point it smelled more like incense than anything else.

The building was the same color as those walkways where the brick pattern was visible, but changed into a smooth white after a hard cutoff. The house was connected to the one next to it, and the one next to that. It seemed to be the style of this place.

I felt a little claustrophobic here, in Destiny Islands, the houses were separated and everyone had big yards where you’d need to walk a few minutes to meet a neighbor or go to school. I didn’t like the lack of a breeze or ocean air, I couldn’t hear the waves– I wasn’t with my family. I didn’t like that one bit, it was the part of this I hated the most.

I turned to Mickey and made my displeasure clear, crossing my arms. “I still don’t see why I can’t stay with Sora and mom.”

When Mickey gazed at me, it seemed to go right through me. And I caught myself unraveling and playing with my chain necklace. The heart-shaped metal felt nice on my chest. Mom had given one to me, and one to Sora, before I’d left. His was a crown, mine a heart. She said that no matter what, these would connect us, and lead us back to each other. She said they’d always and forever be ours.

It was wishful thinking. But for now, I’ll accept it. Because I was wishing. After days of goodbyes and packing, it had finally been time to say goodbye. And there was no one more than me who didn’t want to. But I went willingly because it means getting back to Sora quicker. It meant keeping them safe.

“The keyblade can give blessings to other weapons, for a short time this allows them to defeat heartless and claim hearts.” Mickey started to say as he led me to the front door, grasping my hand gently and softly leading me along.

“But there's no one on Destiny Islands that can fight them. So you’ll stay here, in Radiant Garden. I promise you’ll be safe,” Mickey tried to smile, but to me, it felt forced. “The people here are used to combating the darkness, and I bless their weapons often. So the heartless will stay away long enough for you to start training and finish it.”

I nodded along, that made sense. It didn’t mean I liked it, however.

“The people you're staying with are some of the kindest I know, you’ll be in good hands, (Y/n).”

“I believe you, Mr. Mouse.” I’m not worried about them, though.

He chuckled, his voice going up an octave, “Just Mickey, is fine.”

“Okay, Mr. Mickey.”

His smile morphed into a happy one at that, and he turned away from me, knocking on the front door. It made me wonder, what kind of people could hunt down the Scaries, and live here?

Would they be like the knights or the barbarians? What if they were like fairies? Or like the wizard Yen Sid, or a nymph or a cyclops? What if a dragon opens the door, what then?

I was disappointed only slightly when no dragon answered the door, but instead a very tall man.

The man had short brown hair that draped across his face, with a pointed tendril covering his sharp nose. He had bright blue eyes, and a distinct scar slashed across his face. His clothes were a spectacle on their own though, dozens of belts and leather littered his body.

As we locked eyes, a smile graced his lips. Something supposed to be a comfort, I think.

“You’re here,” His voice was gruff and low but with his inflection, it was light and airy like he was happy to see us. At least someone was.

“Yup!” Mickey greeted him, holding out his hand and standing on his tiptoes so the taller man could shake it without having to bend down too much.

“Please, come in.”

I waited for Mickey to enter first before the brown-haired person motioned for me to also come inside. I swallowed the saliva building up in my mouth, watching the man smile down at me softly.

The inside of the house was nothing like home, where we had picture frames and small projects of moms littering the walls. This place was relatively sparse, with only a couple of frames with the family that lived here scattered about. There was a calendar, table lamps, and some drawings hung up, but that was the extent of any decoration.

A boy, much older than me but he probably wouldn’t be far off from Riku’s age, hopped up from the couch. He smiled much brighter than the man I assume is his father, considering they live together and both have brown hair, albeit different shades.

“Hi! I’m Denzel.” The boy came over and introduced himself, extending his hand for me to take. Slowly, I took it.

“(Y/n).”

“Nice to meet you, (Y/n). I hope we can get along.” His light blue eyes sparkled and I saw genuine enthusiasm layered beneath. He reminded me of Sora.

“Me too.” At least, if I was going to stay here I should be able to get along with the people I’m living with, right? It’ll be a few months before I’m five, and then after that, I’ll have to train, so it’ll be at least a year before I go home and see Sora and mom again.

The shifting of clothes and the clanking of belts met my ears as I turned around, the older male had crouched down to me and held out his hand as well.

“I’m Squall, (Y/n). I hope you’ll be comfortable during your stay here, if you need anything at all, just ask.” His hand was gloved in more leather, in a weird style that barely covered his palm, when I took it, I noted the weird texture it gave our handshake.

“Thank you,” mom always said we should be polite to others, even if we don’t particularly like the circumstance, so I tried to suck it up. Like it or not, I was stuck here for quite some time.

The falling of heavy footsteps entered from down a hallway at the end of the living room, where a figure had stilled upon seeing us, I suppose.

Squall stood up and Denzel looked back, grabbing my hand. I gasped, not expecting it, nor the rough pull from the boy as he brought me closer to the man. “Dad, she’s here! Isn’t this so exciting?”

The blond was wearing a turtleneck and heavy, work-comfortable clothing. A giant sword lay on his back, something that made me gulp upon seeing it. His arms were crossed as he peered down at me, discovering he had light blue eyes with something strong behind them, a green that shimmered every second or so.

The thing I noticed before any of that, however, was the spiky hair on the top of his head, the puffy platinum blond formation that resembled a…

“Chocobo.” It left my lips before I had time to register what I was saying. But at the realization of what it reminded me of, I suddenly wasn’t so disappointed that there weren’t any fairies or cyclops anymore.

He grunted and turned his gaze elsewhere, muttering a phoned-in, “yeah” in response to Denzel’s question. It was a few stilled seconds later before he moved, stiffly shifting around us and toward the front door. Only to be stopped by Squall, whose expression had turned serious. Denzel started talking again as his Dad announced to his partner that he needed to leave.

“Dad’s like that. You get used to it,” he shrugged, it didn’t look like he’d even gotten used to it, which wasn’t helping the growing concern he didn’t like me. I shouldn’t have said that. Name-calling wasn’t the nice, or polite thing to do.

The brown-haired boy placed a hand on my shoulder, “Pa tries, but it takes some time for him to warm up to people, is all.”

“Pa?” I asked, confused. Isn’t the blond man his dad? Why was he calling him dad and pa? That was confusing.

Denzel turned to me, tilting his head, “yeah, Cloud is dad, Squall is pa, usually,” he paused before adding, “you can call them whatever you want though.”

I nodded, connecting the dots that the blond male trying to leave was probably Cloud. So Denzel had two dads? I didn’t even have one, how lucky.

“Do you wanna go see your room?” Denzel asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “It’s right next to mine, so if anything happens you can come to me.” he placed a hand on his chest proudly.

I nodded, now that I knew their names there wasn’t much to do. “Sure.”

Denzel took my hand again and started to lead me down the hall when a loud sigh filled the room along with an utterance of my name.

I turned to look at the person who’d said it and locked eyes with the shimmering blue and green-eyed man, he looked away from me as shortly.

“‘Name’s Cloud.” With that introduction he passed by Squall and made his way to the front door, exiting the building before anyone took another breath. Great, he hates me.

What a wonderful start to my time here.

[timptoe]

Gentle reminder to myself mostly, on the last day of Pride 2024. I know things are getting worse in a lot of ways. And I’m gonna hold onto this one with both hands.

Okay look I know things are bad but here's the thing: when I was a queer closeted teen back in the late 90s, none of the video games I was playing had queer content. None of them. The best I had was small moments like this, from Final Fantasy VIII:

Zell, on his knees, thanking Squall for rescuing him. Canon's pretty clear that Squall ends up with Rinoa, but just for a second, I could imagine Zell and Squall together. (To the point that I went on my parents' dial-up AOL internet late one night and found my first fanfic, Zell/Squall slash, shoutout to bishonenink.) I could imagine a world with people like me, and it was wonderful, even if it was me reading way more into the text than was actually there. And fic is great, and imagination is powerful, and I made it through and love my queer self and everything.

But never, in my wildest dreams, did I imagine something like this would not only be canon but shown on screen:

Or this:

People like me, on screen, in love and showing it.

It's not that fanfic is bad - it's incredible, and I love it. And shipping characters in non-canon relationships is great, too. And I know that just representation isn't enough, and plotlines matter, and there's so much more that needs to be done, and things are bad.

But I wish I could show my closeted queer teen self those two images, or the dozens more from games like Dragon Age or The Last of Us or others, so he could see how much the world has changed in twenty-five years. And I'm so glad my kids are going to get to play these games one day, even if they're not queer.

Just some pride month encouragement for my younger self.

[letoasai]

Master List

I really haven't posted all that much but if it helps people navigate, then that's cool. ^^ DP x DC

King's Consort - One shot

Mother Gotham - Part 1 and Part 2

Father Time - One shot

Chronos - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Vlad- Alternate Obsession - One shot This might get added to.

Will work for food - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (1/2)

The Youngest Ancient - One shot

Cold Reception - Short prompt

If anyone wants to continue any of the dp x dc ideas, feel free.

Final Fantasy 7/8 - Kingdom Hearts

Strifehart Week 2023

Day 1 - Soulmates

Day 2 - AU / Switched Canon

Day 3 - Disney

Day 4 - Mythos

Day 5 - Free Day

MerMay 2024

Legs to Fins Cloud/Sephiroth

Pollution Sick Cloud/Squall

Courting Sirens Sora/Riku

Ficlets

He forgot about the bees - Cloud/Squall Main story on Ao3

Strifehart Week 2024

Day 1 - High School AU / First Love

Day 2 - Strifehart day / Free Day

Day 3 - I hate you don't leave me

Day 4 - Cloud's Birthday / I will ruin you

Day 5 - Touch as Communication

Day 6 - Squall's Birthday / Family

Day 7 - Noctis' Birthday / Live

[revelboo]

Everything is Alright Pt 14

Soundwave x Reader- company

• It’s almost maddening, the chaos in that little, organic head of yours. The hurt and frustration that he can’t shut out. While Soundwave doesn’t know exactly what happened that night, he’d felt the immediate shift in you. And it’s worse now as he lets himself into Starscream’s quarters, those intrusive thoughts snaring him. Exhausting him. Wounding.

• His gift, his curse, makes it impossible to not know when something’s wrong. Mostly, he just needs to know if whatever storm is brewing is just a little squall or a hurricane. This isn’t anything major. He shouldn’t care. You’re Starscream’s pet. Or maybe project? Who knew, but the SIC isn’t faring much better. And he’s taking his frustration and anger out on everyone he can. Which is a problem for morale.

• You don’t bother looking up as Soundwave enters and approaches the desk. He lays a single servo on top of your head before shifting it to ever so carefully bop you on the nose, somehow not breaking it in the process. You still jerk back in surprise, eyes narrowing as you stare up at his visor, your own scowling, unkempt self glaring back in the reflection. Oh. Do you really look that rough? Turning your back on him so you won’t give in to the urge to use his visor as a mirror and try to finger comb your hair, you stiffen when he picks you up and sets you on the floor.

• And you can’t help but look at his huge peds. Starscream always keeps you trapped up high, sure, but it’s also safe from accidentally being stepped on. You bite into the inside of your cheek to keep from pleading to be put back. Down is good. You can try to escape if you’re not stuck on his desk. That’s what you want. Right? You’re not entirely sure and you hate it.

• “Eject,” Soundwave says from above you, that chest compartment he’s put you in before opening so huge cassettes can be launched out. Mouth falling open as they transform before hitting the ground, you stare at four smaller Decepticons. They’re still much bigger than you, but they can’t step on you at least. And he just carries them in his chest? You’re not sure why weird alien stuff still throws you at this point. Two look like bipedal robots like Starscream and Soundwave. One seems to be a big bird, an image it reinforces by tilting its head to stare at you. The other appears to be a panther. Looming over you and these new Decepticons, Soundwave holds up a single servo. “Behave.”

• What? He’s leaving you with them? Apparently so as he strides for the door and you just gape after him, protests catching in your throat. “You are tiny. Breakable.” A hand grips your arm, lifting it and you spin in alarm. Because the breakable comment has made your stomach lurch sickeningly. Soundwave wouldn’t have just ditched you with these mechs if they’re going to hurt you. Right? The purple one is frowning at you as he compares your hand with his own. You’re only able to yank out of his grip because he lets you and you’re well aware of that fact. “So, what do you for fun around here?” He asks, grinning down at you while you flounder.

• Your boring lack of fun doesn’t really impress them. Frenzy, Rumble, Ravage, and Lazerbeak aren’t interested in hiding in Starscream’s quarters or doodling on the data pad. So you find yourself dragged out into the halls. Literally. Frenzy pulls you along by the arm in their wake and no amount of struggling or digging your feet in is stopping him. If anything, he finds your panic funny. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be out here,” you say, reluctantly giving up your pointless struggle since it feels like you’re going to dislocate your arm long before he gets tired of dragging you. There’s no winning.

• “Definitely not,” Ravage mutters, glaring at you when you stare, because he can talk. Why it surprises you after everything, you’re not sure, but it does. Maybe your brain is finally starting to reach its ‘nope’ limit. And that limit is talking mecha panthers.

• You’re so distracted you almost miss the huge, bright green Decepticon rounding a corner for all of three seconds. Then you’re trying to hide behind Frenzy as its head tips down and it sees your little group. Its lip curls to flash denta and a foot lifts in a very obvious threat to squish you. “How’d that thing get in here? Don’t you know how fast they multiply?”

• “Stick it up your tailpipe, Scrapper,” Frenzy snarls, his seeming indifference for the fact that while he’s bigger than you, he’s still absolutely able to be stepped-on sized to the other Decepticons. He either really isn’t worried about retaliation or he’s just that dumb and you’re not sure which. The distinction seems very important, though. “You really think a human just wandered in? It’s supposed to be here.”

• And you’re being dragged past the big mech, who looks uncertain. Surely it’s not that easy? Frenzy tugs on your arm and you stumble forward, his hand pushing you forward so you’re in front of him and behind Rumble. Maybe he is worried then, you crane your neck to stare at the big Decepticon as it stares back in perplexed silence. “Don’t run, but walk faster. Even if he’s not the smartest Constructicon, he’s likely to scrape up enough processing power to wonder why a human is supposed to be here,” Ravage hisses softly and you’re hurried along deeper into the Decepticon base. Previous Next

Did I go watch TFO a third time this past weekend because it’s amazing? Yeah, I did. Go watch it. It’s just this gorgeous love letter to G1.

[bumpolantern]

Stable Birth (Co-written with @cassieoz)

One of my favorite birth fic writers around is @cassieoz and she had this delicious Stable Birth idea after reading my story, Farm Life. Here is what her brilliant mind came up with. Hope you guys enjoy this one! cassieoz is such an amazing writer who crafts empowering birth fics and always have incredible fresh new ideas.

Pairings: Original Male Character x Original Female Character

Summary: You've given birth many times before that by your last pregnancy, the baby just slipped out. But sometimes. no matter how many times you've done something in the past, exceptions are bound to happen.

Warnings: MDNI. 18+. Very graphic and sexual birth.

Divider credit @saradika-graphics ❤🙏🏻

I have been working all day avoiding the constant discomfort in my lower back. 

“Hooo…” I let out a breath after a contraction. It’s not gonna take too long now, but I moved on with my tasks anyway, albeit slower than I usually did. I went on to do my chores in the house and take care of my really young children. 

Once I’ve fed and bathed all the kids, I strapped on the youngest one on my back and stepped outside to tend to the animals before I went over to the stables. But as I bent down to scoop up the feeds, I was wracked with a contraction. It was harder and longer than the one before. When it passed, I slowly stood back up and felt another milder contraction creep up. 

I breathed through it. Having done this so many times before, this should be easy, I thought to myself. 

So I went into the stables to clean and feed the horses and that’s when I felt the head slowly descending into my birth canal. The pressure between my legs became almost too much, but I soldiered through and went on feeding the horses while fighting the urge to push, holding off on giving birth until my husband gets home. 

I have been in the stables in the past hour, just finishing up when I suddenly felt the most intense contraction and collapsed among the hay bales. I fought the urge to push, but my body is doing it for me.

–

I find you in the stall struggling to breathe, panting frantically and fighting the strong urge to push. You looked up at me and immediately you reached and clutched my hand tightly, "I think it's time!"

I took the kid off your back and I helped lay you down on the hay. You hiked your skirts up and started pushing until the top of the head peaked through your dripping and puffy folds.

Another contraction hit you and you pushed hard, but the head did not move. You cried out in pain and frustration.

“Why is it not budging?” You cried and the toddler in my arms began to squall so I called out for one of our older children to take the toddler inside.

"Hold my hand and push with all your might. You know that we always have huge babies!" I managed to joke and you let out a weak chuckle through the pain.

Finally, our eldest came running in the stable with one of the younger ones in tow. Our eldest was unfazed but the younger one was horrified by what’s happening. Seeing you in pain lying on the hay, with your big, overdue belly and wet puffy, leaky and barely crowning pussy on display. 

“This one seems to be the biggest yet!” You managed to whimper as you continued to push through the next contraction. 

"Go! Take your little brothers and call your aunt to help with dinner for the others, sweetie! Go now!" I urged our eldest as she picked up the toddler and ran with her youngest siblings back to the house. 

“You have to do something! Help me out!” You pleaded, as you tried lying on your side and holding up one of your legs to the side to give the head more room.

"Listen to me! Just pant so I can check you!"

“Oooh… hurry, it burns! It wants out! But it’s too big!”

You panted, huffed and puffed, fighting the urge to push so I could check on the baby’s head. I inserted a finger to trace around the head and you screamed in pain. So far, after many consecutive births you have not torn anything, but this might just take the cake. 

“The head is too big.” I laughed.

“Oh Christ!” You exclaimed, feeling the pressure mounting again as a contraction hits you. 

I rock you on your side and start to circle your clit vigorously.

“Oooh!” You squealed in surprise. “Mmmm… yeah, keep going.”

I rub faster and harder over your swelling spot and tell you to breathe with the pressure.

I could tell you’re near. You felt your oncoming orgasm climbing up while you continued to pant the head out. More fluids trickle from your puffy folds, both from arousal and from the amniotic sack.

"Good girl!” I cooed, placing a hand on the crest of your big belly, feeling it harden under my palm. “I think it's almost time to push down with the pressure.” I told you, and you nodded as you took a deep breath, preparing for a long and hard push. “Darling, this is the biggest we have so far, it will hurt A LOT. So, hold my free hand and bear down through the contraction, okay?"

You could only nod, already beginning to bear down, your face scrunching, beads of sweat rolling down your face. 

The head begins to slip out slowly, and you let out a long and loud scream. 

"Good girl! Big, huge push! Let it go! Let the head come out! Be as loud as you can!"

I keep rubbing faster and harder. The head is the biggest ever. I need to help you squeeze it out. It's so painful but you can do it! You have done it so many times before.

You are puffing wildly as the orgasmic pressure mixes with the stretching intensity of crowning. You push with it, howling with the burning and throbbing.

The head is stretching you wider and wider. You are slowly losing all control as your body explodes with your first huge orgasm. The head barrels forward but it's not fully crowning yet.

“I-it’s not working…” You trembled weakly, sounding pained. “I don’t think I could do it, you’d have to cut me.” 

"Listen to me! Just listen to my voice and just push with the pressure. Don't think! You will be alright! Just completely let go!"

I continued to rub and circle your clit and moved a hand to squeeze one of your big heavy tits, and stimulate one of your erect nipples with my free hand. 

“Ooooooooohhhhh…” You moaned and groaned, long and hard at the pressure and pleasure.

"Thats it! Scream as loud as you want! Just let the baby go! It's time to bring our next baby out of you! Big, big push!"

“I’m tearing! I’m tearing!” 

"You are not tearing! You are stretching so well. Come on now!"

You are losing all sense of time and reason. All you can feel is the gigantic shape of the head squeezing painfully forward with each massive effort. You can barely breathe but the urge to push is uncontrollable.

The unstoppable need to expel the baby is all you can focus on now. "Good girl! I love it when you reach this point! Birth it! Make it come!"

You feel the overwhelming pressure, pain and pleasure mixing into an almost insurmountable amount. You grabbed one of your leaking breasts, squeezing and rolling a hardened leaking nipple as you panted and pushed.

Sweat ran down your face as you squeezed and pushed, and with a loud moan of pleasure and pain the head finally popped out, fluids gushing as it did.

“Ooooh! Shit! That feels so good.” You breathily said with a smile despite the pain.

The contractions haven't stopped but the release of the head and fluids made it significantly less painful. You breathed deeply as the shoulders rotated and more of the huge baby came forward.

You pushed some more, "Hoooo... ooohhh pull it out already!" You gasped, as I chuckled at your mix of emotions and guided the body out.

"Just a little more," I assured you, "Come on, just one more big push."

"Hhhmmmm..." you moaned and started pushing again, feeling the baby’s really wide shoulders against its enormous body sink against your opening, inching forward a little more.

It was hitting a sweet spot inside you that made you start to moan and whimper louder again. Being already overstimulated, it didn't take long before you once again felt surges of pleasure mounting.

You huffed and puffed and gave one last big push and the baby came surging forward with more birth fluids.

Your entire body shook from such intense orgasm and the sheer exhaustion of trying to birth such a humongous baby that you fell back into the hay, trying to catch your breath. You gave a final, big push that finally frees the entire baby as well as the biggest release of your life.

You came every single time you gave birth, but this was different. This was the biggest baby you’ve birthed and the strongest and biggest orgasm you’ve had ever. 

I, for one thing, already love having lots of babies with you. I love seeing you swell all big and round full of my child, and I love it even more when I help you birth each one of them. You love the experience equally if not more, as you mentioned once that it makes you feel strong and empowered.

That's why you love having lots of babies as it is the marital essence of being a woman and the discovery of the ultimate power of being free!

[freakrenaissance]

Oh, you know I had to go back & read the og fic 😌 soooo sweet & romantic! Holidays with Frankie. I adore everything about this... go read the first part before you read this, y'all...I have the biggest smile on my face rn ☺️

Sweet Hazel! For your consideration - "i’ve been thinking about you all day" with our favorite Francisco? 💛

HI HAYLEY!!

I love it, and it made me think of my little one-shot Let It Squall, (I don't think you need to have read it to read this one) so lets see what those two are up to! Thank you bb!

FRANKIE MORALES X READER

(Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

You look down at your buzzing phone and smile.

FRANKIE:I've been thinking about you all day

You look around your little bookshop, then look back down at your phone-

YOU:Have you? I have been thinking about you too

FRANKIE: How about some breakfast for dinner?

YOU: It's my favorite!

Things are going pretty well with Frankie. Really well, actually.

At first you weren't so sure, after a wonderful evening with him. You made pancakes for breakfast, he stayed to eat and you walked him and his dog Raffi to his truck. He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, lingering, standing in the sparkling snow. Everything seemed great and then you didn't hear from him until Christmas Eve. He came into the bookshop with his partners. From his descriptions the night you were snowbound, tree lights twinkling, you were sure you knew who was Will, Benny and Santi.

It was Santi who shoved him toward you muttering "pendejo", Frankie just looked at you all puppy eyes and so sheepish you were sure his first word to you would be 'bahhhhh". He explained the farm was so busy and then he got in his head and worried he had waited too long and then he he did wait too long, as he kept talking himself out of calling or stopping in.

"I'm not very good at this.," he told you.

"You're fine at this," you countered.

So to make up for it, they were all going to do all their holiday shopping at your store and he was going to beg you for forgiveness. Laughing you wondered aloud f it had something to do with a bunch of guys putting off their shopping and now needed help to get it all done. The one you were sure was Benny called from the stacks, "Well, you got my number!" Making you both laugh, and Frankie look toward Benny's voice, muttering.

So you helped them cross everyone off their lists and chatted with Frankie about what gave him cold feet, and ultimately you let him off the hook reminding him the phone rings both ways. You could have, should have, checked in. That maybe you got into your own head a little as well.

Now it's springtime and at the tree farm the guys are preparing for "pick-your-own" berry season and corn and pumpkin planting. Busy, but not slammed as there is no customers until summer. Making plenty to time for the two of you.

FRANKIE: I know. Pick you up after closing?

You text him in the affirmative, reminding him you just switched out of "winter hours" which added an hour before closing.

FRANKIE: fine

YOU: XP

Frankie arrives right at 6, as you shut up the shop for the night.

"I guess I don't quite need the added hours, yet."

"Things will pick up, there's definitely more traffic down here," he assures, while wrapping you up in his warm arms. He comes around to open your door, and then gives you a wink as he crosses back to the drivers side, then climbs in.

"So gallant" you smile.

"Yeah I am." Frankie gives a playful pat to your thigh and tucks his hand between them. Not overly high but enough to cause your tummy to somersault.

At the diner you give your breakfast order, Frankie orders the same, adding a side of pancakes to share.

He is perfect, you think.

THANKS FOR READING

[wholoveseggs]

Kinktober - {Day Twenty-Nine} {<- kinktober masterlist}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List} {Kinktober}

{Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader} Request {Anon}: Daemon with 1, 7 and 22...

♡♡♡ Angry dominant Daemon is just soooo hot~ ♡♡♡

2k words - Kinks: dubcon, overstim, breeding kink, possessive behavior, wall sex, angry sex, slight dom/sub ...

"What have I told you?" Your husband's voice was dark, his anger palpable as he stood in the doorway. He was still dressed for battle, armor covered in the blood of his enemies and his face splattered with it as well. His hand was clenched tight around his sword, as if ready to strike you. "What did I say before I left?"

"That I was to remain in the castle until you returned." Your voice was quiet, submissive as you averted your eyes to the floor. You tried to hide your smile as you looked down, you couldn't help that you found the fire in him enticing. He was always so gentle with you, so careful. But this? This side of him was exciting.

"Yet I hear you've been running around the town, spending time in the tavern with men who don't deserve to even look at you." His voice was dangerous, as he closed the door behind him and started taking off his armor. He was slow about it, almost methodical as he placed his sword beside the bed and set his chest plate on the table. "You disobeyed me."

You let out a chuckle at his words, he wasn't usually so possessive, and he enjoyed your wild nature. It was one of the reasons you'd caught his eye, your refusal to submit to his whims. "You know how much I hate being cooped up in the castle." You looked back up at him, meeting his gaze as you smirked. "I'm sorry I worried you."

"Sorry?" He scoffed as he removed the last of his armor, leaving him only in his breeches. He stalked towards you, reaching a hand out to roughly grab your chin. "Sorry won't save you from what I have planned." His voice was a purr as his other hand moved to your corset. "I'll keep you locked up here with my child, remind you what a good little wife you are."

"Child?" You were surprised by his words, he'd never once expressed the desire to have children. In fact, the two of you had been avoiding the possibility since the night you married. Neither of you wanted to deal with a squalling child, not when there were other pleasures you could partake in. "Daem-"

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, teeth pulling at your bottom lip as his hands tore away the laces of your corset. He didn't break the kiss, instead he pushed into the small of your back, drawing you close against his hard body. He was rough, and you couldn't deny the heat that rushed through you. He wasn't usually like this, but it was a welcome change.

"It's time, don't you agree? We have to produce an heir." His voice was soft as he spoke, moving to kiss down your jaw. "You can't be so reckless with our child inside you, can you? You'd be more careful, I'm sure."

You couldn't tell if his words were meant for you or him, but they were a comfort. He was afraid of something happening to you, and this was his way of assuring himself that wouldn't happen.

His hands were rough, yanking and tearing at your dress as if he couldn't wait another moment to see you. The fabric ripped and you gasped, pushing on his chest as you tried to get away.

"That was new, Daemon!" You were annoyed with him, the dress had been expensive and made by the best seamstress in King's Landing.

"And yet it's in pieces now." He responded, a smirk on his lips as he pulled you back to him. He didn't give you the chance to respond, his mouth finding yours again as he lifted you up.

His hands gripped the underside of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin as he pressed you into the nearest wall. The cold stones caused you to shiver, and you felt him smile against your lips.

He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned at the taste of him. He was sweaty and musky, the smell and taste of war still clinging to him. You loved it, loved the way he smelled like a man should.

He broke the kiss, moving to nip and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. He quickly unplaced his breeches with one hand, using his knee to keep you propped up against the wall.

"Do you have any idea what I wanted to do to those men when I heard?" His voice was a growl as he spoke, pressing his hips into yours. "What I should do to them, for daring to touch what's mine."

"They didn't-" Your words were cut off by a moan, as his cock rubbed against your cunt. He was hard and hot, the tip already leaking as he slowly slid into you.

"Quiet," He was slow as he entered you, stretching your walls. His voice was breathy as he spoke, his own pleasure evident.

He was slow at first, taking his time as he moved his hips. He was still kissing and sucking on your neck, marking the skin with a trail of red bruises. He wanted everyone to see, to know you were his.

You could feel the way he was holding back, the way his body trembled. He was fighting the urge to be rough, the animalistic side of him threatening to break free. But you didn't want him to hold back, didn't want him to treat you gently. You wanted him to let go, and fuck you like a wild animal.

"Am I not allowed to be admired by others?" You were taunting him, hoping to push him over the edge. "Am I not allowed to enjoy the company of handsome men?"

He chuckled at your attempt to provoke him, but it was a hollow sound. "You are not." He said simply, his grip tightening on your thighs. He increased his pace, pounding into you harder as he spoke. "I want every man in this city to know you're mine, to know you'll always be mine."

You whimpered as his words, your back arching against the wall as his cock rubbed against your sweet spot. You were already so close, and his words were doing nothing to help.

He noticed the change, the way your cunt clenched around him. He hummed, a dark smirk on his lips. "No, you won't cum until I allow it."

"Please." You whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his brutal pace. He was relentless, hitting the right spot every time.

"Not yet." He whispered, his voice dark and commanding. "You'll take what I give you."

Your eyes widened at his words, and you knew he wouldn't relent. You bit down on your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was punishing you, and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.

"Will you put your heir inside me, my prince?" Your voice was a whisper, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

His only response was a grunt, and you felt him twitch inside you. Your words were working, breaking his unshakable control. He was losing himself, and you couldn't wait to see him snap.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. Pounding into so hard that your head hit the stone wall, your hips slamming against it with every movement. Pain and pleasure blended into one distinct feeling, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

He was chasing his release, his own pleasure the only thing on his mind. There was still a rage simmering under his skin, a fire that threatened to consume the both of you. And you couldn't help but think how beautiful he was, the way the moonlight caught his sweat slick skin, the way his muscles rippled and tensed beneath his skin.

His thrusts were brutal, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he chased his pleasure. You could feel the way his body was trembling, the way his breathing was labored. Soft little moans caught between his lips, his face contorted in a mix of lust and anger.

And then you felt it, the way his cock pulsed inside you. The warmth of his seed as it filled you, and his hips stuttered as he pressed deep inside you, holding you still. His head dropped onto your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin as he panted.

You waited, his seed already leaking out of you, but his cock was still hard. He wasn't done, not yet. He held you close, carrying you over to the bed, his cock never leaving the warmth of your cunt.

He was careful as he laid you down, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

He began thrusting again, slower this time, and deeper. His movements were calculated, each roll of his hips perfectly aimed to bring you both the most pleasure.

His hand moved between the two of you, his thumb finding your sensitive nub. Rubbing in tight circles, and you knew it wouldn't take long. Not with the way he was pounding into you, the way his cock filled and stretched you.

"Come," He commanded, his voice low and breathless. "Let me feel you."

And that was all it took, your back arched, and your nails scratching down his chest, leaving bright red welts in their wake. Your cunt clenched around him, drawing a moan from his lips.

He followed after you, his hips snapping forward a final time, his seed filling you once more. He collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his body a solid weight pressing you into the bedding.

You ran your hands through his hair, gently combing the silky locks. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful. He was so beautiful like this, but you couldn't help but wonder what had brought on his rage, his need.

You'd heard the whispers of course, the rumors of his behavior after a battle. Some said he went mad, killing anyone in his path, while others said he used the bloodshed to fuel his lust. But only you knew the truth, with every swing of his sword, he thought of you. Worrying about your safety, his love and affection for you was what kept him fighting, what kept him going. And now he was using that passion, that fire, to claim you as his own.

He was never a man of words, his actions speaking louder than any pretty poem or flowery sonnet. He didn't have the ability to explain his feelings, but he showed them with every look, every touch.

"Do you really wish for a child?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

He let out a soft grunt of agreement, his body shifting as he rolled off you. He laid on his side, his arm draped across your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

"You should get some rest." He whispered, his words muffled by your hair. "I plan to keep you occupied tomorrow."

"Is that so?" You asked, a smirk on your lips.

"Yes." His voice was thick with sleep, his body relaxing into the bedding. "I have to make sure I've bred you properly, after all."

You rolled your eyes, his arrogance still intact, even when tired.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He murmured, his hand resting on your stomach. "I've seen the way you've looked at the other children, and the way the mothers gaze upon you. You're jealous, and I aim to give you what you want."

"I didn't know you were so perceptive." You teased, your eyes closing as his warmth surrounded you.

"I choose not to be." He whispered, his voice fading into nothing. His breathing was soft, his body limp as he fell asleep.

Your husband was a complicated man, and his behavior was unpredictable. But it was moments like these, when his guard was down and his thoughts were clear, that you truly saw him.

And you liked what you saw, his heart, his soul, the good and the bad. The beast, the knight, the man. It was all just him, and you wouldn't change a thing.

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