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❛ In which the members of Stray Kids navigate the world of fatherhood without you.

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Y/N has passed away, each member is a single father still in love with you, mentions of grief, some of the kids fall under the LGBTQ+ community.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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방찬 ── BANG CHAN.

Chan's office was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the desk lamps, casting a warm yet somber light across the room. The gentle hum of the night time silence was broken only by the rhythmic, soothing breaths of his three-year-old daughter, who lay peacefully on the worn leather couch. Her tiny face, so serene in slumber, was a haunting mirror of your beautiful features, stirring a profound ache in Chan's heart.

As he watched her, tears began to silently trace their way down his cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of his sorrow and longing. He could still hear your final, trembling words: "Love her twice as much in my absence." The memory was a dagger, twisting with the relentless guilt and grief that had become his constant companions. The sight of his daughter's innocent face, so reminiscent of you, only deepened his anguish.

Today had been especially trying. Chan had promised his little girl a joyous outing to the park, a precious respite from his hectic work schedule. But the day took an unexpected turn when Changbin called in a panic, frantically searching for the nearly completed recording of their latest song. What Chan had hoped would be a swift resolution morphed into hours of desperate searching, only to end in the devastating realization that they would have to begin the recording anew.

All the while, his daughter’s patience wore thin. She had no toys, no distractions, just the suffocating boredom of waiting. Her disappointment was palpable, a silent reproach that cut deeper than any words could. Chan felt like he was failing her, failing in the promise he had made to you. Driven by the need to make amends, he gently woke his daughter. Her initial crankiness gave way to curiosity as he apologized for breaking his promise and proposed a sleepover at home. Movies, games, a fort, and endless cuddles — her eyes sparkled at the thought, and her frown dissolved into giggles.

At home, they transformed the living room into a magical fortress of pillows and blankets, a sanctuary just for them. They watched animated tales, played games, and reveled in the simple joy of being together. Wrapped in the cozy embrace of their fort, she eventually succumbed to sleep once more, nestled against him. Her hair, a tousled mess, and a small trail of drool on his shirt were endearing reminders of her tender age and boundless trust in him.

Chan held her close, his heart swelling with love and a bittersweet yearning. She was the living embodiment of his heart, and as he gazed at her, he whispered a vow into the stillness of the night. He promised to love her with all his might, carrying the weight of both his love and the part of you that would forever reside in their lives. In that quiet moment, amidst the echoes of his promises, he felt a fragile sense of peace, knowing that as long as he held her, he was keeping your memory alive.

이민호 ── LEE MINHO.

Minho lay in the dim, soft glow of his bedroom, shadows whispering across the walls as the twins slept peacefully beside him. Their tiny forms had claimed your side of the bed, filling the void where your presence once brought warmth and comfort. The night he returned home with the babies, he had attempted to sleep alone, but the emptiness was unbearable. He tossed and turned, haunted by the silence, until one of the babies began to cry, inevitably waking the other. In his desperation to soothe them, he gathered every pillow he could find, crafting a makeshift crib in his bed. Their delicate features softened in the calm of his presence, and they finally drifted off to sleep.

As Minho gazed at their angelic faces, hands entwined even in slumber, his heart ached with the weight of your absence. How could he begin to process this loss? You had spent almost ten months nurturing these little miracles, only to be taken away before you could revel in the beauty of their existence. Ten months of creating life, and you would never witness the serene way they held hands in their sleep. Ten months of dreams and hopes, and you would miss their first birthdays, graduations, weddings. It was unbearably cruel, and Minho’s soul was tormented by the thought.

You wouldn’t even be here to laugh about the pregnancy mix-up that had both of you convinced it would be a boy and a girl, only to welcome two beautiful baby girls into the world. His friends had offered to stay and help, but he had declined, needing the solitude to grapple with his grief. Now, in the stillness of the night, he questioned if he had made the right choice.

Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks as the full weight of his new reality settled over him. He was to raise these precious little princesses on his own, and the responsibility felt crushing. Yet, as he watched their peaceful slumber, he knew he had to summon every ounce of strength for them. They were his world now, the living, breathing remnants of your love. He vowed to cherish them, to love them fiercely, and to guide them through life with unwavering dedication, for they were all he had left of you, and he was all they had.

In the hushed silence, he whispered promises into the night, pledging to be the best father he could be. He would ensure they knew how deeply you loved them, even if you couldn’t be there to tell them yourself. And as he held them close, feeling the rise and fall of their tiny chests, a fragile peace washed over him. He knew that in every laugh, every tear, and every milestone, you would be there in spirit, guiding him, loving them, always.

서창빈 ── SEO CHANGBIN.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park as Changbin and his 13-year-old son sat on a weathered wooden bench, savoring their ice cream. The park buzzed with the laughter of children, their joy mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the summer breeze. Parents lounged on the grass, basking in the last light of day, while Changbin watched his son’s face light up with a blush as he received a message.

Changbin couldn’t resist teasing him. "Who’s got you smiling like that?" he asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

His son’s cheeks reddened further, and he looked away, trying to hide his smile. "Just a girl from school," he mumbled, glancing at his phone. "She texted to congratulate me on today’s soccer game."

Changbin’s interest was piqued. "A girl, huh? Do you like her?" he inquired gently, but his son just rolled his eyes, keeping his thoughts to himself.

After a while, his son broke the comfortable silence with a question that took Changbin by surprise. "Dad, how did you know Mom was the one for you?"

Changbin's heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of love and nostalgia. He took a deep breath, the memory washing over him like a tender wave. "Well," he began softly, "it was before you were born. Your mom and I had only been dating for a few months. One evening, we decided to take a ride on my motorcycle to grab some food. On the way back, she spotted a bookstore and got all excited. She tapped my shoulder and pointed it out, her eyes sparkling like a child's. I couldn't say no to that."

He smiled, lost in the memory. "We stopped, and I handed her my card, telling her to get whatever she wanted. She promised she’d come out empty-handed, but I knew better." He chuckled, remembering your sheepish yet triumphant expression as you emerged with a bag hidden behind your back. "She ended up buying two books and couldn’t stop talking about them, her excitement contagious. When I told her I was glad she found something, she did this little dance of joy before climbing back onto the bike. She had to hold the bag since her backpack was already stuffed with our food, but she was too happy to care."

Changbin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "That’s when I knew she was the one. It wasn’t some grand gesture; it was her pure joy in the little things, her passion for life. I wish you could have known her. She loved you so much, even before you were born."

His son’s eyes mirrored his own longing and admiration. "I wish I’d known her too," he said softly. "My goal in life is to find my soulmate, like you found Mom. I want to love someone as much as you loved her."

Changbin’s heart ached with pride and sorrow. "You deserve to have someone by your side for a long time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, "Who knows, maybe this girl from school is your one."

His son groaned, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he nudged Changbin, causing his ice cream to topple onto the ground. Changbin laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the park. His own ice cream slipped from his grasp, joining his son’s on the pavement, and they both burst into laughter, the joy of the moment a soothing balm to their hearts.

In that golden hour, surrounded by the simple pleasures of ice cream and shared memories, Changbin felt a profound sense of peace. Despite the heartache and loss, he and his son would continue to find love and joy in the little things, just as you had taught him. And in those moments of laughter and connection, he felt your presence with them, a silent guardian watching over their journey, smiling at their shared happiness.

황현진 ── HWANG HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin sat alone in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue over the familiar surroundings. The air was thick with memories, each piece of furniture and every stroke of paint a testament to the love and labor he had shared with you. His heart ached with a bittersweet nostalgia as he looked around, his mind filled with the echoes of laughter and the whispers of cherished moments.

He remembered the countless hours spent building the furniture, the frustration and triumph mingling as he struggled with stubborn screws, while you sat nearby, reading the instructions with a patience that never failed to calm him. The nursery walls, painted in a tapestry of happy themes, bore the marks of your combined artistic talents, creating a sanctuary for the new life you both awaited with eager anticipation.

The night he returned home with the baby, your absence a gaping void beside him, was etched into his soul. He had sat in the rocking chair, the one he had bought especially for you, cradling the fragile bundle in his arms, paralyzed by the fear of being alone. Many nights, he had dozed off in that chair, too afraid to leave its comforting embrace, haunted by the silence that your departure had left behind.

A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the day he found your child drawing on the walls, their tiny hands busy creating a colorful mural over your delicate paintings. It had pained him to see your work altered, but the sight of their concentrated little face, so much like yours, had softened his heart. He had chosen to let them be creative, to express themselves freely, even if it meant sacrificing a piece of you.

He thought of the time his six-year-old had cried in his arms, their tiny body trembling with confusion and hurt because they didn't fit in with the boys or the girls. Hyunjin had held them close, whispering reassurances, his heart breaking at the familiar pain. It had been a long journey, but he had worked tirelessly to make their home a sanctuary of love and acceptance.

The memories came in a flood, each one a cherished gem: the summer in middle school when they returned home with bags of new clothes and put on a fashion show, proudly displaying their androgynous style; the pride parade, where he meticulously placed sticky rainbow gems on their face, their giddy excitement lighting up the day; and finally, the day they graduated and moved out, leaving behind an empty room filled with the ghosts of the past.

Tears rolled down Hyunjin’s face as he sat in the rocking chair, now old and creaky, thinking of all the moments he had cherished yet wished he could have shared with you. The weight of the memories pressed down on him, a heavy, inescapable burden.

Suddenly, his phone rang, startling him from his reverie. He hastily wiped his tears and saw it was a FaceTime call from his child. He answered, and their beaming face filled the screen, the excitement in their eyes mirrored by the twinkling fairy lights in their new apartment's bedroom.

“Hey, Dad! Look at my new room!” they exclaimed, panning the camera around to show off their new space, their voice bubbling with pride and joy.

Hyunjin’s heart swelled with pride and love. “It looks amazing, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I miss you,” they confessed, their eyes shining with unshed tears. “Can we spend the first night together, through the phone?”

Hyunjin chuckled softly, trying to mask his lingering sadness. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of moving out?”

They laughed, a sound that was pure and unfiltered joy. “Maybe, but I know you’re in my old room crying already.”

He laughed too, the heaviness lifting just a bit. “You got me there.”

They didn’t hang up, staying connected through the screen as the night deepened. Hyunjin lay back in the rocking chair, his child propped up in their new bed, both finding solace in the familiar presence of each other. As they talked and laughed, Hyunjin realized that though you weren’t physically there, your spirit lived on in these moments, in the love that continued to bind them together. And for now, that was enough.

한지성 ── HAN JISUNG.

Jisung found his seven-year-old child hidden within the treehouse that the three of you had built together. This small wooden sanctuary, once filled with laughter and joy, now bore the heavy weight of sorrow. They were still in their funeral attire, the black clothes contrasting sharply against the soft glow of the setting sun. The murmurs of the guests lingering in the backyard became a distant, indistinct hum as Jisung climbed into the treehouse, his heart burdened with grief and a simmering anger at the universe for taking you away so cruelly.

His son's youthful face was etched with a grief that seemed too profound for such a young soul. Jisung felt a surge of helplessness as he reached out, pulling his child close, wrapping him in an embrace meant to shield him from the cruel world outside. “I miss Mom,” came the soft, heart-wrenching whisper, each word a dagger to Jisung’s already shattered heart.

“I miss Mom too,” Jisung murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears. They sat together in silence, the weight of your absence pressing down on them like an insurmountable force.

It had been nearly a year since you had fallen ill, the sickness so severe that the doctors had given you only a few months at most. Yet, you had defied their grim prognosis, your spirit burning brightly despite the frailty of your body. Jisung remembered the countless nights spent by your side, swallowing his fears and anger as you spoke of your impending death with a calm acceptance that had always made him furious. To him, it felt as though you had given up, but he knew deep down that wasn’t the case. You hadn’t wanted to waste what little time you had left fighting an unwinnable battle. Perhaps if he had truly listened, if he had embraced those fleeting moments instead of railing against them, he might have cherished your final days more deeply.

His son, too young to fully grasp the concept of death, struggled with the finality of it all. He understood that you would never return, yet accepting it was a different matter entirely. Jisung’s heart broke anew each time he saw the confusion and sorrow in his child’s eyes, a mirror of his own torment.

Holding his son tighter, Jisung wished he could find the right words to ease the pain, to make sense of a world that had suddenly lost its light. But words failed him, crumbled under the weight of their shared grief. Instead, he let the silence speak, hoping the strength of his embrace could convey the love and comfort his words could not.

The treehouse, once a symbol of their shared joy, now held their sorrow. The walls, which had echoed with laughter and dreams, now seemed to absorb their pain, standing as silent witnesses to their loss. But within this small, sacred space, surrounded by the memories of happier times, Jisung hoped they could begin to heal. He would be there for his son, a steadfast presence in the storm of their grief, guiding him through the darkness with a love that, while tested, remained unbroken.

As the last light of day faded, Jisung held his son close, both finding a semblance of solace in each other’s presence. In the quiet, grief-stricken aftermath, they began to forge a new bond, one tempered by loss but strengthened by their enduring love. And in that silent communion, Jisung found a glimmer of hope that they would eventually find their way through the darkness together.

이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK.

In a home where the relentless energy of three young girls and their single father painted every day with hues of joyous chaos, peace was a fleeting visitor. The air thrummed with the symphony of exuberant laughter, the vibrant discord of simultaneous chatter, and the relentless rhythm of youthful exuberance. Yongbok would never trade this tempestuous world for anything, yet a hollow ache lingered for the presence of the one who had been the steady heartbeat of their lives.

Your sudden departure had cast a profound shadow over their once lively abode, transforming it into a quieter realm where your laughter’s echoes were replaced by an oppressive silence. As time wove its delicate fabric over the jagged edges of grief, the house gradually adjusted to a new cadence, yet the weight of your absence hung heavy in every corner.

Despite this, Yongbok discovered fragments of you embedded within the fabric of their daily lives. He saw your essence in the selfless nurturing of his eldest daughter, who had seamlessly stepped into the role of co-caregiver. Her quiet acts of love and responsibility were a poignant echo of the devotion you had always shown, a continuation of your spirit in her every gesture.

In the middle child’s vibrant monologues about obscure topics, Yongbok glimpsed your enduring influence. Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge mirrored the intellectual curiosity you had nurtured, each passionate explanation a living testament to your legacy.

The youngest, with her mischievous gleam and boundless spirit, kept Yongbok perpetually on his toes. Her playful antics and joyful mischief were a vivid reminder of the vivacity you had infused into their home, a living echo of the light you had brought into their lives.

In the quiet moments, Yongbok could still feel your presence. The post-it notes left in his lunch bag by his eldest daughter, each inscribed with a simple message of love, were imbued with your warmth. The tender strokes of his middle daughter’s fingers through his hair during their movie nights were a silent connection to you. And in the gentle inquiries of his youngest, her head peeking around the door to ensure he was alright, he felt the deep compassion you had instilled in her.

Though you were absent from the milestones and daily rhythms, your essence lived on through them. In the small, tender acts of affection and love, you continued to be a cherished part of their lives, an enduring presence in their hearts.

김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin had been absent through the vast expanse of your pregnancy, the relentless demands of touring keeping him away. He returned just in time to witness the birth, only to be swallowed by the crushing weight of your absence. The pain of missing those precious moments with you, of not being there to share in the miracle of your last days, was a wound that never healed. This haunting regret followed him, a constant reminder of a future lost.

The day you passed, Seungmin left Stray Kids, unable to bear the weight of the stage without you by his side. He couldn’t find solace in the bright lights or the rhythms of his music. Instead, he focused on his two sons—an older one, now sixteen, and a younger one, now twelve. The older boy, once a vibrant spirit, had retreated into the shadows of his room, his once lively demeanor replaced by a sullen silence. The baseball games that had once bound them together now lay abandoned, and Seungmin, despite the storm within, knew he had to reach out.

Determined to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, Seungmin planned a day just for the two of them. He left the youngest with his closest friend, Jeongin, and took his older son out. The car ride was a quiet procession of unspoken thoughts, the weight of their shared grief hanging heavily between them. When they finally arrived at their destination, Seungmin braced himself, ready to face the tender fracture of their relationship.

It took patience, but eventually, the silence broke. The older boy revealed his feelings for a boy at school, emotions that he struggled to understand. Seungmin was taken aback, but he remained calm, his heart aching with a blend of surprise and concern. As his son’s tears fell freely, Seungmin pulled him into a tender embrace, his own heart aching with a mixture of empathy and love. He whispered reassurances into his son’s hair, promising acceptance and protection, vowing to stand by him no matter what.

The boy, still tearful but comforted, then showed Seungmin a small journal. Inside was a song he had penned, a poignant melody woven with the threads of his conflicted feelings for the boy at school. The song was hauntingly beautiful, a reflection of his son’s delicate soul and burgeoning talent. Seungmin’s heart swelled with pride and love as he listened, recognizing the echoes of his own musical spirit in his child’s creation.

As the day drew to a close, Seungmin received a snapshot from Jeongin—his youngest child, covered in dirt and beaming with the joy of a day spent playing baseball. The image was a burst of pure happiness, a vivid reminder that even amidst the sorrow, moments of light and joy persisted.

As the sun set, Seungmin felt a renewed connection with his older son, a fragile yet precious bond rekindled through their shared experiences and heartfelt conversation. Though the regret of not being there for you lingered, he found solace in the fact that he was striving to be the father you would have been proud of. In the quiet moments of the evening, he hoped, with all his heart, that wherever you were, you watched over them and felt a deep pride in the man he was becoming—a father striving to honor your memory through the love and strength he gave to your family.

양정인 ── YANG JEONGIN.

Jeongin’s youngest daughter was a restless spirit, her stubborn yet carefree nature a constant reminder of the love she once shared with you. Each burst of laughter, every defiant flicker of joy, was a living echo of your vibrant presence. In contrast, his oldest son was a mirror of Jeongin’s own meticulous nature, his life meticulously ordered, each ambition carefully planned.

Lately, Jeongin’s heart had been heavy with worry. His daughter, brimming with reckless exuberance, frequently dashed off to meet a boy Jeongin knew was unworthy. The thought of her entangled with someone without a future gnawed at him, leaving him adrift in a sea of concern. As he lay awake at night, the silence seemed to taunt him, and he often found himself wondering how you would have navigated these troubled waters if you had still been there to guide them.

One night, as the moonlight spilled softly through the window, Jeongin was wrenched from sleep by the unmistakable sound of muffled sobs. His heart raced as he followed the cries to his daughter’s room. He paused at the door, the murmur of his son’s voice cutting through the silence. The room, once a sanctuary of dreams, was now a cocoon of whispered regrets and stifled tears. His daughter’s voice wavered with the weight of her shame, confessing her feelings of foolishness for having trusted the boy. His son, with a soothing calmness that mirrored your gentle strength, reassured her that she wasn’t foolish, merely swept up in the exhilarating tide of young love. He told her she deserved better than a boy with no future, his words a soft balm to her wounded spirit.

Jeongin’s heart ached with a mixture of pride and sorrow as he heard his son’s comforting tones, the echoes of your nurturing spirit resonating in his voice. After a few moments, he gathered the courage to step into the room. His eyes were tender with understanding as he took in the scene: his daughter’s tear-streaked face, her hands buried in her lap. Her cries grew louder as she saw him, her embarrassment palpable as she shielded her face with her hands.

Jeongin knelt before her, his expression a blend of love and compassion. Gently, he reached for her hands, drawing them away from her face to hold them in his own. His touch was a lifeline, a silent promise of unwavering support.

“You told me so, I know,” she choked out, her voice a trembling whisper.

“I would never say that, my love,” Jeongin murmured, his voice rich with tenderness. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close against his chest. His gaze met his son’s, a shared understanding passing between them.

“I know it hurts,” Jeongin whispered into her hair, his voice a soothing melody against her ear, “but this isn’t the end.” His embrace was a warm cocoon, a sanctuary of love amidst the storm of her emotions. The night unfolded in a delicate tapestry of comfort and hope, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together, even in the quiet absence of your guiding presence.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Masterlist

Warning; English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes.

Azriel x f!Reader

Payback is a bitch (angst, fluff)

Best mistake (fluff)

Broken Bat (angst)

Alive (angst)

Circle. (fluff)

I fell for you. (Angst) ,

Part 2 (x Eris) ,

Final part (a bit angst, fluff)

Scary mate (mostly fluff)

Trapped mate. (angst)

Failed proposal. (angst, fluff),

Successful wedding (part 2)

Oops (fluff)

Peregryn. (fluff)

Meant to be together. (angst, fluff)

Missed you. (angst, fluff)

Idiot. (angst, fluff)

Forever (angst, fluff)

My mate (angst, fluff)

Scattered vows (angst),

Part 2 (coming soon)

I've got you (fluff)

Winter solstice (dad!Azriel, fluff)

Honeymoon phase (fluff, suggestive)

Untouchable. (angst)

Dirty mouth (suggestive, fluff)

Rhysand x f!Reader

Game night disaster (angst, fluff)

Between you and danger. (angst, fluff)

Sick (fluff)

Panic. (fluff)

Baby. (fluff)

Together. (angst)

What would I do without you? (fluff)

Lucky. (fluff)

Hold me. (angst, fluff)

Safe. (angst, fluff)

Insecurities. (a bit of angst, fluff. dad!Rhysand)

Let me take care of you. (mostly fluff)

High Lady (mostly angst, a bit fluff)

Cassian x f!Reader

Live without you (angst, fluff)

Perfect mate (fluff)

Wings. (dad!Cassian, fluff)

Forever yours (angst, fluff)

Not alone (angst, fluff) Warning; depression.

Finally (fluff, dad!Cassian)

My girls (dad!Cassian, angst, fluff)

Brat tamer. (SMUT 18+, angst)

Survival (a bit angst, mostly fluff)

Overprotective daddy (fluff, dad!Cassian)

Always. (angst, mostly fluff)

Forgotten. (angst, fluff at the end)

Eris x f!Reader

Everything is going to be okay (angst, fluff)

Sucker for a brat. (a bit angst, SMUT (18+) towards the end)

Part 2 (SMUT 18+)

Fake love. (angst)

Helion x f!Reader

Desire. (Angst, fluff)

Inner circle x f!Reader

De-aging potion (mostly fluff. Mate; Azriel)

Family (mostly fluff. Rhysand's daughter!Reader)

Series Masterlist;

Shadows and tears (angst). Completed. [Azriel x f!Reader]

Princess. (angst). Ongoing [Azriel x f!Reader]

Currently working on two new series. Planning to post one shots daily.

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COLBY SMUT FIC PLS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 IM GOING THROUGH WITHDRAWLS AND NO ONE WRITES THEM LIKE YOU

I went to a wedding over the weekend and now I can’t stop thinking about a wedding fic - enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mainly fluff with a dash of smut, kissing, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, general filth

Word Count: 2030 | unedited

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You and Colby.

Oh boy, you and Colby.

You’ve been on and off for a while now. You were constantly breaking up because of either of you always being away for his work. It just wasn’t working out the way you guys wanted or thought it would.

But you always came back to each other.

This instance, it was a a wedding, but for a friend.

It was going to be a busy day for him, he was the best man, of course, and you respected that. You’ve been texting and talking on and off for a while, but this is the first time you’ll be seeing each other in a few months, and needless to say, you both were excited.

You had something to tell him, but you just had to find the right time to tell him.

You arrived at the venue, making your way to one of the seats. You made sure to sit somewhere in the middle, you didn’t want to be right up front, but you also didn’t want to be way in the back either.

You smoothed out your dress, taking a deep breath as more people filed in around you.

A few people spoke to you, asking about your work and how your travel went. You filled them in and soon enough, you heard the music start.

You watched as the officiant walked down, followed by the groom then the parents and grandparents. Then the bridesmaids and groomsmen started to walk down, two by two.

You sucked in a quiet breath as your eyes fell onto Colby. They stayed on him until he made it up to stand by the groom.

Everyone stood up as soon as the music changed.

You knew the bride and she looked absolutely beautiful. You watched as she walked down the aisle, quickly wiping away a tear.

After everyone was seated, the wedding started and soon after, Colby found you. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back, giving you a nod. His eyes stayed on you throughout the ceremony.

Every now and then, he’d look over at the groom, watching as they exchanged vows and you just couldn’t help yourself pictures you and Colby up there.

He was your end game, and you were destined to have it that way.

“And now.. the rings.” The officiant motioned to Colby but he was too busy staring at you. You brought a hand up, covering your lips as you stifled back a quiet laugh.

The officiant clears his throat, “The rings, Colby. Please.”

“Oh.” Colby laughs slightly, “Right, yes. Here.” He walks around, handing the rings to the man and he walks back to his spot.

You could tell he was slightly embarrassed, and he definitely knew you’d be picking on him for that later.

The groom laughs at Colby and Colby shakes his head, “Sorry. Sorry.” He laughs and the rest of the ceremony follows.

After they make their way back up the isle, the guests move to the reception hall across the way.

You take a deep breath, looking around at all the beautiful decorations and making small talk with some friends.

Soon, it was time for the introductions and everyone was sat, cheering on everyone as they came into the hall.

As the couple made their way to have their first dance together, you could help but tear up at how beautiful everything was.

After the dance, dinner was served.

It felt like forever until you would finally be able to talk to Colby. So far, it felt like an eternity, and you had another eternity to go.

You spoke with the people at your table, laughing and having a good time over dinner.

The sound of a fork clinking against a glass catches everyone attention and you smile when you see it’s Colby causing the noise.

“I’d like to make a toast, please.” Colby starts, and he clears his throat, “I’ve known Lane and Krissy for, gosh, years upon years. I remember when Lane told me at recess the one day in like..” he laughs, “I think it was like third grade.. he leaned over to me after playing kickball, pointed to Krissy and said I’m gonna marry her, Colby.”

Everyone laughs and Lane nods, “It’s a true story.”

Colby smiles, “They are just.. two very good people who were destined to be together and I wish you guys all the love and happiness in the world. Here’s to a beautiful life together.” He raises his glass, “To the newlyweds!”

Everyone altogether cheers, “To the newlyweds!”

You take a sip from your drink and watch as Colby goes and sits down. A few more people do small speeches and finally everyone is set loose.

You set your glass down and look up, smiling as you see Colby walking over to you.

Your smile fades as the maid of honor walks up to him.

He glances from her to you and pushes her hand off of his arm and walks away. She stares at him and huffs before turning off and walking away.

“Glad you could make it.” Colby smiles as he pulls you into a hug, “I’m happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you, too, Colbs.” You lean back, “I’ve missed you.”

He nods, “I’ve missed you.”

“I have-“

Colby cuts you off, “Come with me.” He slides his hand into yours, interlocking fingers as he pulls you with him. You follow him out side and down to where the ceremony was held.

A part of you was absolutely freaking out, hoping he didn’t do what you thought was happening, but the other part wanted this more than anything.

“Figured no one would bother us down here.” Colby sits down on the of the chairs, and you follow, sitting down next to him.

“They invited a lot of people.” You laugh, glancing around, “I mean, I guess that’s what happens when you know a lot of people.”

He nods, “Yeah, I guess so.” He chuckles as he reaches up, brushing a stray stand of hair from your face, “I’m so glad I got to see you.”

You nod, “Yeah, I um..” you turn towards him, “I have something to tell you.”

You can tell he got nervous, but he was fighting to hide it, “What’s up?”

“You know how..” you swallow, “Fuck, okay. I didn’t think I’d be as nervous as this.”

“Just say it, sweetheart.” Colby gives you a smile and you sigh, “Someone told me one time, that the choices we make, determine our destiny, right?”

He nods and you smile, reaching over to take his hand, “I want us to work, and since I want that more than anything, I said I’m not leaving the country anymore unless it involves you going with me.”

He raises his brows, “Oh, wow, y/n.” He smiles, “Isn’t that going to hurt your company at all?”

You shake your head, “That’s why I spent these last three months over in the other places, I set up a few shops over there, and I’m only required to make a trip once a month to see how things are going. I mean it might mean more phone calls and people needing things more often, but I’m here.”

“I’m actually really happy to hear that.” He smiles and you tilt your head, “You seemed anxious? What did you think I was going to say?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing.” He leans over, “I’m just glad you haven’t gotten sick of fighting for us yet.”

“I could never.” You smile and press your lips to his, and quickly things started heating up, “Is there.. anywhere we can go?”

He nods, pushing you to stand up, “You know I already thought that out.” He smirks and takes your hand, leading you up to the place he got ready in.

“In here.” He points to a room and you run in, turning around as he walks in behind you. He kicks the door shut, flipping the lock and he lunges to you, lifting your body up off the ground as his lips attack your lips.

You moan within the kiss, tilting your head back as your laid on the bed. His lips trail down your neck and over your collar bone, “I’ve missed being able to touch you.”

You nod, looking down at him as he pulls you dress up your legs, “I’ve missed you touching me.” Your lips part and a moan leaves your lips as his fingers press down and rub circles onto your clit.

“I’ve missed those sounds.” Colby mumbles against your skin as he pulls your panties to the side, “Ive missed the way you feel, taste.”

He glances up at you before moving his body down yours. His head dips down and his tongue drags up along your folds.

Your hand flies to his head and yours falls back, moans constantly leaving your parted lips as you gasp, “Fuck, fuck.”

Your fingers drag his hair into your grasp and you pull, earning a moan against you that sends vibrations into your core.

Your leg pulls him in closer, moaning loudly as his tongue works in and out.

“Fuck, fuck, Colby!”

He grips your hips, moaning against you as your back lifts up off the bed, “P-please, Colby. I-I need you.”

He lifts his head, moving back so his hands can undo his belt. You lean forward, panting as you remove your panties fully.

He falls forward, his hands resting by your head as his body hovers over yours. You reach down, moving your dress up as far as you can before guiding his cock to the entrance of your aching hole.

He thrusts forward, his head hanging down as he groans into your neck, “Oh my god, baby.”

Your legs tighten around his waist and you moan as he thrusts in deeper, “Fuck, yes yes.”

He slides his hand up to your neck, fighting his grip as he lifts his head to plant his lips on yours.

You let out quiet moans, your eyes rolling back as his thrusts pick up speed, “So fucking beautiful.” He whispers, his lips dragging along your cheek as you whimper, “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

Your eyes roll back as your walls squeeze his cock, muffled moans from his hand on your throat sneak out, “C-Colby..”

His hand loosens and you moan louder, “You make me feel so good.”

He groans deeply, his hand sliding down to rub your clit, “Cum for me.” He kisses your lips, “wanna feel you.”

Your back lifts from the bed from the added contact, “F-fuck, fuck.” You pant, “Oh fuck, Colby. Colby!” Your hands slide up, gripping onto his shoulders, “Yes! Yesyesyes!”

“That’s it, baby. There we go.” Colby groans, “Fuck.” He moves his hand, his lips slamming onto yours as he swallows each one of your moans.

Your walls clench around him, squeezing his cock as you come undone.

“Fuck, fuck.” Colby’s thrusts slow down, growing sloppy, “I-I.. fuck.”

You feel his cock twitching inside of you, both of you moaning as his cum coats your walls.

He presses a long kiss to your lips before pulling out and standing up. He fixes himself and walks over, grabbing a towel and comes back, “Here, babe.”

You take it, wiping off before standing up to fix yourself. You pull up your panties and fix your dress, “That was a nice welcome home.”

You smirk as you look up at him and he furrows his brows, “Was it?” He walks over, his arms wrapping around your waist, “Because you haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”

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Ikemen Villains JP "Black Wedding" LINE Chat

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Warnings and FAQ

I vow my eternity to...

William:

"You are a very brave little robin to vow your eternity to me.

Thank you. I'm glad that you're willing to make this vow. ... I love you too.

Until the finishing line welcomes us—— let's enjoy life unreservedly."

Harrison:

"You have strange taste, vowing your eternity to a liar like me.

No, rather, your judgement skills aren't half bad.

Because I was thinking of choosing you too. Perhaps I've surprisingly fallen in love with you."

Liam:

"I'm so glad you chose me... I'm losing my mind.

I'll make everything that upsets you disappear, and give you anything you want.

... So let's continue loving each other until the very last breath."

Elbert:

"Thank you... I was thinking that I want you to choose me. ... I want your eternity to be mine.

I love you too. I love you so much that I want to swallow you whole and become one with you. I'll forever... never let go of you."

Alfons:

"You're quite an eccentric person to vow your eternity to me.

I like that you made this foolish decision despite having no trust in me.

Looks like it can't be helped... let's have fun together until both of us have a change of mind."

Roger:

"Eternity, huh. Is that something you should be vowing to someone so easily?

Well then, this just means that you're destined to be toyed with and brought to tears by me forever.

Haha, no take backs. I've already decided to take your everything from this point on.

Jude:

"What? Forever? Does that mean you'll stick to be until death? You have awful risk management skills.

... Fine, whatever. If that's what you want, then I'll work you hard until you die. I'm not letting you run away till the very end, so you'd better do a good job serving me."

Ellis:

"... You like me? Mm, let's be together. I like you too.

I think I can bring you much, much more happiness.

Stay by my side and be filled with lots of happiness. And then... we might find our eternity."

Victor:

"You have a good eye for choosing me! As expected of my little robin.

Now that you've chosen me, I must reciprocate your love and sincerity.

—— Are you ready to receive the love of this man who devotes his evil to evil?"

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Scorched Hearts VIII

Summary:

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

Valaena reminisces about the plan that lead her and Aemond to where they are now, and the two discuss returning to Westeros.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Fluff, Memories, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut, Fingering, Lactation Kink, P in V, Moon Tea.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5098

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As Aemond slept peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist, Valaena's thoughts drifted back to the night that had changed everything—the night they had made the plan to die.

She could still feel the warmth of the fire in their small cabin, the flickering flames casting shadows on their bare skin as they lay entwined on the floor.

The memory of the cuts on her palm and lip, now healed but still symbolic, stood out clearly in her mind.

They had married that night, in the old way of their house, binding themselves to one another with blood and fire.

Aemond had kissed her, a mixture of passion and pain, sealing the vow that would make them one soul, one life, forever.

His voice from that night echoed in her ears now as she absentmindedly stroked his hair, recalling the gravity in his tone when he told her, ‘There is only one way for us to be together’.

He had asked her to trust him, and of course, she had. She always trusted him.

Even though his plan was dangerous—unorthodox and bound to hurt those they loved—what choice did they have?

Running away would have been futile. People would search for them, and eventually, they would be found. They had to disappear completely.

Their deaths would free them, but more importantly, it would allow Rhaenyra the freedom to claim her birthright without the heavy chains of their forbidden love.

Still, the plan weighed heavily on Valaena's heart.

Aemond had gone silent for a long while that night, deep in thought, before he proposed the idea of meeting in the skies.

‘They’ll think we fought and killed each other’ he had said, his voice low but certain.

She remembered the uneasy feeling that settled in her stomach at the thought of such a deception.

She had asked how it would work, and Aemond, ever calculating, had already thought ahead.

He told her of Borros Baratheon and Otto’s plan for him to offer his hand in marriage in exchange for the Lord of Stoms End’s support, he also mentioned how Rhaenyra would surely send one of her envoys.

It was perfect—she would be the one to offer to come on her mother's behalf, and their charade could begin.

To make it convincing, they had to pretend to hate one another.

Aemond had played his part well, and his harsh words at Storm's End had stung more than she'd expected, but she knew it was necessary.

He had spent weeks afterwards begging for her forgiveness, hating himself for the cruelty, but Valaena had understood.

They both had roles to play.

Their final act had come with their dragons, a clash in the sky that would seal their fates in the eyes of the world.

She could still remember the practice flights they took over the Narrow Sea that night, the thrill of the dragons racing one another, their flames lighting up the night.

It had been almost like a game to Vhagar and Silverwing. The plan had worked, but it left behind devastation in its wake.

Valaena's thoughts darkened as she remembered saying goodbye to her family. She could only hope that her mother would one day forgive her for the pain she had caused, for the grief Rhaenyra must have felt for believing that her daughter was gone.

But at the time, there had been no other way. Aemond had been right—everyone had to believe they were dead if they were to ever have a chance at freedom.

The first weeks of their new life had been difficult, almost unbearable at times. The only money they had was what Aemond had managed to steal, and they had to avoid populated areas of Essos to keep their secret hidden.

She had been with child and time was against them. They needed to find a place to settle before their babe came and there were times they had to stop and let the dragons rest, taking shelter against them and huddling together for warmth.

Sometimes Aemond would venture off in search of food and he would be gone for what seemed like hours, only to return with whatever he could find or in some cases steal.

No matter what he made sure she had something to eat, he didn’t want any harm coming to her or the babe, luckily the dragons were capable hunters and often Vhagar and Silverwing would share their spoils with them albeit a little charred.

She knew this wasn’t what Aemond had envisioned when he suggested that they fake their deaths and flee together, she knew he resented himself for how they had to live, and he felt like he was failing in his duty to her and their unborn child.

But she made sure to tell him every night that she loved him and no matter what, they were together and that’s all that mattered to her.

Finally, after many weeks of travel, they ended up finding sanctuary in Qarth.

The Prince of Qarth had been eager to welcome them, especially once he learned they possessed dragons. Aemond had struck a deal—protection for the city in exchange for a manse, food, and security.

The dragons, Vhagar and Silverwing, would guard the city from poachers and pirates, and in return, they would have everything they needed.

Valaena smiled faintly as she remembered the birth of their son. She had cried for her mother then, wishing desperately that Rhaenyra could have been there, but Aemond had been steadfast by her side, holding her hand through every moment of pain.

They had named him Rhaegar, after Rhaenyra, a silent tribute to the family they had left behind.

Elaena, their second-born, had been named for Aemond’s beloved sister, Helaena, and their youngest, Daenys, after the prophetic ancestor of their house. The names were a reminder of the legacy they carried, even in their self-imposed exile.

Now, as Aemond shifted in his sleep beside her, curling his body around hers, Valaena looked down at him, stroking his hair with tender fingers.

She wondered what would await them when they returned to Westeros. Would they be forgiven? Would the world even accept them, after everything they had done?

Her heart ached at the thought of seeing her mother again, of reuniting with her brothers. But the uncertainty of their reception weighed heavily on her mind.

Aemond had been right—they had built a good life here in Qarth, far away from the reach of Westeros.

But it wasn’t home. Not truly.

As she gazed at Aemond’s sleeping face, his features soft and peaceful, Valaena knew that they couldn’t hide forever.

One day, they would return. And when they did, they would face whatever awaited them together.

Just as they always had.

Valaena stood on the balcony of their manse, looking out over the lush garden where Rhaegar and Elaena played with their dragons.

The hatchlings flapped their wings excitedly, snapping at one another playfully as the children giggled.

Nearby, a maid sat nervously cradling baby Daenys, her eyes wide as she watched the dragons with wary fascination.

Valaena smiled, but her mind was far away, filled with memories of a time long gone. The warm breeze tugged at the strands of her dark hair, and she sighed softly, lost in thought.

A familiar presence approached from behind. She felt Aemond’s arms encircle her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as he gently pulled her back against his chest.

His breath was warm against her skin as he asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Valaena smiled, leaning into him. “Us, when we were younger and how I used to have such a crush on you when I was a child.”

Aemond chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest. “Really?”

She laughed, remembering. “Oh gods, yes. You were so beautiful and so perfect with your wavy hair and freckles. I used to follow you everywhere. I was so in awe of you.”

“Is that why you used to give me sweets?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Valaena nodded, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “Yes. I thought if I shared them with you, then maybe you’d like me. I’d steal them from the kitchens, and I’d always leave the best ones for you.”

Aemond pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, his voice softer now. “I always liked you. I was just too shy to say anything and too awkward to show it.”

Her heart swelled as she remembered those days. “I used to hide on the ramparts and watch you train. The way you practiced, always so focused, so determined. It used to break my heart to see you alone while the others sparred together.”

Aemond tightened his hold around her waist, his voice tinged with emotion. “But with you, I never felt alone again.”

Valaena turned slightly to look at him, her gaze filled with warmth. “Do you remember the first time you realized you loved me?”

Aemond paused, his single violet eye looking distant for a moment as he thought. Then, with a soft smile, he said, “I think I loved you even before I knew what love was. There was always something about you—"

Valaena's eyes shimmered with affection. She had loved him for so long that she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t.

Now, standing here together with their children playing in the garden, the weight of what they had built together felt more precious than ever.

"If we return to King's Landing-" she began, her voice quiet, "-and things go bad—if I have to choose between you and my mother—I’ll choose you. Always"

The words hung between them, heavy and full of meaning.

She felt Aemond's breath hitch, and then, to her surprise, he buried his face in her shoulder. A soft, muffled sob escaped him.

Valaena turned quickly, concern flooding her face. “What’s wrong?”

Aemond looked up at her, his eye misted with emotion. His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spoke. “Just hearing you say that. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

She reached up, cupping his face gently, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “It’s true, Aemond. You are my heart. My everything.”

Aemond’s hand trembled slightly as he brought it up to hold her face. “I love you so much, Valaena. More than I can ever put into words.”

She leaned in, and their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, a moment of pure connection that washed away the uncertainties of the future.

They had faced impossible odds before and survived. Together, they were stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

As they broke apart, Aemond rested his forehead against hers, his voice a soft whisper. “We’ll face whatever comes together and I will always choose you too.”

Valaena smiled, her heart full as they stood together under the stars, knowing that no matter what awaited them in Westeros, they would never be alone as long as they had each other.

Aemond stood in the training yard, wooden sword in hand as he guided his son Rhaegar, through a series of basic sword movements.

The boy’s silver hair clung to his forehead; his little brow furrowed in concentration as he mimicked his father’s motions.

Aemond’s voice was calm and encouraging as he praised Rhaegar’s efforts, his pride evident with each swing of the boy's sword.

“Good, Rhaegar. That’s it—move your feet like we practiced,” Aemond said, stepping aside and gesturing for Rhaegar to try another strike.

The boy followed, his small hands gripping the wooden sword tightly, his face lighting up at the attention.

As the sun bore down on them in the scorching heat, Aemond called for a break. A young maid quickly rushed forward with water, offering cups to both father and son.

As Aemond took a long drink he felt a gentle nudge at his side and looked down to see Elaena, his daughter, standing with a wooden sword clutched in one hand, and her thumb in her mouth.

“Me try!” Elaena mumbled around her thumb; her big violet eyes wide with determination.

Aemond smiled warmly, giving the maid the cup. He took a step back, raising his wooden sword again.

“Alright, my little warrior. Let’s see what you can do.”

Elaena hefted the wooden sword, struggling a little with its weight but managing to lift it up. She swung it at Aemond with all her might.

Aemond blocked it with a mock gasp, tapping his own sword gently against hers.

“Oh no, Elaena strikes with deadly precision! How will I ever defeat such a seasoned warrior?”

Elaena giggled, encouraged by her father’s playful tone, and took another swing.

This time, Aemond dramatically dropped his sword and collapsed to his knees, holding his chest in mock agony. “Oh no! She got me!”

He fell onto his back, playing dead as Elaena squealed and dropped her sword, rushing to his side. She knelt next to him, shaking his shoulder with concern. “Oh Daddy. I just playing”

Aemond stayed still for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his eye with a mischievous grin.

“Got you!” He grabbed Elaena and pulled her down, peppering her face with kisses as she shrieked with laughter.

“Daddy, nooooo! Stop!” she giggled, squirming in his arms.

Just then, Rhaegar joined in, trying to tackle his father. Aemond caught him in one arm and held both of his children close, rolling with them in the sand as they all laughed together.

Their joyous sounds filled the air until a voice interrupted.

“And just what exactly is going on here?” Valaena’s voice rang out, teasingly stern as she approached from the manse.

Aemond looked up from the ground, a grin on his face. “I’ve just been defeated by the most fearsome warriors in the realm,” he declared, still holding onto Rhaegar and Elaena.

Valaena laughed, crossing her arms. “Is that so? Well, I do hope they take mercy on me.”

Elaena giggled sweetly. “We will, Mama.”

Valaena knelt down, brushing some sand from Elaena’s cheek. “That’s good to hear, because Daenys is having a nap and it’s time for both of you to bathe, besides I’m sure there’s a little girl under all that sand somewhere.”

A maid named Lirri stepped forward, ushering Rhaegar and Elaena inside for their bath.

Aemond watched them go with a fond smile before hauling himself off the ground, brushing the sand off his jerkin. “Time for my training now.”

A guard named Arro, approached, and a squire rushed forward to hand Aemond his steel sword. Valaena stood to the side, watching as Aemond and Arro began their sparring session.

Their swords clashed with precision, each strike powerful and deliberate. Aemond moved like a predator, swift and calculating, dodging Arro’s attacks with ease.

Before long, Aemond had Arro pinned, his sword at the man’s throat. Arro yielded, and Aemond stepped back, offering him a hand.

“Good effort,” Aemond said. “But remember to disperse your weight more evenly and open up your stance.”

Arro nodded, grateful for the advice. “I’ll learn for next time.”

As the squire returned the weapons, Aemond shrugged off his jerkin and pulled off his sweat-soaked cotton shirt, revealing the hard lines of his muscled torso.

The heat of the day had left him glistening, the sweat running down his skin. Valaena noticed the young maid staring at Aemond with wide eyes, her gaze shamelessly lingering on his lithe, powerful form as she handed him another cup of water.

Valaena’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She stepped forward and, without warning, kissed Aemond.

He was taken by surprise for a moment, the cup slipping from his hand and falling into the sand as his arms wrapped around her, deepening the kiss with passion.

When they parted, Aemond’s breath was heavy, his eye dark with desire. “You need to bathe,” Valaena said, her voice soft but firm.

Aemond grinned. “Only if you join me.”

Valaena’s smile grew as she nodded. “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

Valaena sat nestled on Aemond’s lap in the warm bath, her body pressed against his as she delicately ran a sharpened blade over his chin.

Aemond had his eye closed, his head leaned back, arms draped lazily over the edges of the bath. The heat of the water and Valaena's gentle touch had relaxed him completely.

With each careful stroke, she shaved his face with expert precision, the intimacy of the act bringing them closer in the quiet moments of the evening.

As she worked, her thoughts drifted to the uncertain future, and she broke the comfortable silence between them.

"I’ve been thinking about our return to Westeros," she said softly, her voice thoughtful as the blade moved over his skin.

Aemond hummed in response, his lips barely twitching. His relaxation remained unbroken, though her words stirred something deep inside him.

"I wish to wait a little longer," Valaena continued, focusing on the task at hand. "Daenys is still so young to be traveling such a long way, even on dragon back."

Aemond opened his eye and lifted his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers as he shifted in the water. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice a deep murmur. “Whenever we’re ready.”

Valaena smiled softly, relieved at his understanding. She tilted his head gently, guiding the blade along his jawline, her hands steady. “I admit," she said quietly, "I do fear the reaction to our return. After all, we’ve been dead for five years.”

Aemond took her hand as she paused, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers gently. His touch sent warmth through her, and he reassured her in that soft, steady way only he could.

"It’s expected to cause shock-maybe anger," he admitted. "But I’m sure your mother will be glad to know you’re alive."

Valaena couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the thought. "I just hope she doesn’t have your head sliced off before she realizes how glad she is."

Aemond smirked, his amusement evident as he relaxed back into the bath. “I trust that my wife will advocate for me.”

With the final stroke, Valaena finished shaving him and carefully wiped the blade clean. “I will cast myself between you and the blade if I have to,” she promised, her voice serious despite the lightness in her eyes.

Aemond’s lips quirked into a smile. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he said, his tone affectionate as he gazed up at her.

Valaena set the blade aside and cupped his now smooth face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was soft at first, her lips gently brushing his, but it quickly deepened as Aemond’s hands slid down her back, gripping her waist beneath the water.

She felt him, hard and ready beneath her, and the intensity of his touch sent a shiver through her.

Valaena broke the kiss for a moment, her breath warm against his lips as she whispered, “Go slow.”

She moved her head to side as Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

“My sweet wife. My Valaena” muttered Aemond.

“My husband. My love” gasped Valaena.

“Your mine. Forever” said Aemond.

Valaena lifted her hips and reached down to take hold of Aemond’s hard cock.

After teasing her husband with a few slow strokes, Valaena slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

“Y-You must tell me if it hurts” whispered Aemond.

Valaena nodded and shut her eyes tight, taking a deep breath as she slowly lowered herself.

“Your doing so well-” muttered Aemond trying to control himself.

“I-It h-hurts-“ whimpered Valaena, the burning sensation bringing tears to her eyes.

“-I can pull out-” offered Aemond.

“N-No just give me a moment” replied Valaena softly as she took the rest of his cock.

Aemond groaned loudly when Valaena was fully seated in his lap, his hands grasping his wife’s hips tightly as she began to move.

Valaena wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as Aemond began to gently meet her thrusts.

Aemond moved one of his hands to gently caress one of her milk swollen breasts.

“Valzȳrys” breathed Valaena (Husband).

Aemond bent down to lick her nipples, going back and forth between her wonderful, enlarged breasts.

“Oh” muttered Valaena, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suckle at her breasts, gorging himself on her milk, as his wife gently rode his cock.

His tongue swirling around her stiffened peaks, his teeth scraping against her skin, the sounds of him swallowing.

It felt so good, it felt-

“-A-Aemond” gasped Valaena.

“What is it my love”.

“Don’t stop-please, oh gods-don’t stop” exclaimed Valaena as she arched her back, her cunny clenching around Aemond’s cock as she unexpectedly climaxed.

“Did you just-peak?” asked Aemond smirking as he released her nipple with a soft pop.

“Yes, it has been some weeks since we've properly laid together-” replied Valaena, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha dāria-” whispered Aemond as he seized her lips in a kiss, the taste of milk upon his tongue (My love, my Queen).

The water began splashing over the edges of the tub as the force of Aemond’s thrusts increased.

Aemond loved fucking Valaena. She was so perfect. He loved her mother’s body and would never tire of feeling her wet heat wrapped around him.

Valaena rolled her hips in time with Aemond’s thrusts. Her loud moans echoed around their bathing chambers.

“A-Aemond. Yes. Yes. H-Husband” whined Valaena as Aemond shifted slightly and began thrusting deeper inside her.

“I want to stuff my cock deep inside your cunny and never leave” moaned Aemond.

“Aemond. P-Please” cried Valaena as she felt Aemond’s fingers against her pearl.

“Take it. Take all of me” groaned Aemond, his face pressed between her breasts.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Valaena, as she writhed against him.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen. Come for me again-” whispered Aemond, his tongue moving across her nipple as he rubbed her pearl.

Valaena arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted as Aemond began fucking her a little harder.

He was almost there just a little more-

Aemond held Valaena tight to him as his cock throbbed, spilling rope after rope of his seed.

“My love. My sweet” exclaimed Aemond as Valaena sagged against him.

Valaena took the cup of moon tea from Lirri, the bitter scent already making her grimace before it even touched her lips.

With one swift motion, she drank it all in one go, wincing at the foul taste as it burned down her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression sour.

"You ok, my lady?" Lirri asked, her slight accent tinging the words with concern.

Valaena nodded, offering a weak smile. "I’m fine. It just tastes foul. Gods, I hate drinking that stuff."

Lirri, standing beside her, gave a shrug. "Then don’t drink it."

Valaena chuckled softly, shaking her head. "As much as I enjoy carrying my husband’s children, I think I’d like to wait a little while longer before I have another." She let out a breath, looking down at the empty cup.

Lirri raised a brow, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your husband, he is virile man, he have you many times-"

Valaena laughed, louder this time, her amusement clear. "Yes, I guess you could say that." She smiled fondly, thinking of Aemond.

Lirri nodded with satisfaction, continuing with a grin. “My lord, he is like great stallion. Always ready to mount world.”

Still giggling, Valaena shook her head. “That’s one way to put it.”

Lirri’s expression turned more serious, though her tone remained light. “My lord he is good lover, yes? It make you smile”

Valaena’s cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip as she thought of Aemond. “He’s-quite skilled,” she admitted with a soft giggle, her tone laced with affection. “But don’t tell him I said that. It’ll go straight to his head.”

Lirri laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think he already know, my lady.”

Valaena leaned back, letting the laughter fade as she gazed out the window at the sunny garden. “Yes,” she said softly. “He probably does.”

Lirri’s eyes flickered with admiration. "Many girls think he very beautiful. They say his hair is like the moon."

Valaena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "Don’t the Dothraki believe the moon is a goddess?"

"Yes," Lirri confirmed, her tone reverent. "She is wife to sun. Together they watch over all life."

Valaena looked at her, curious. "Do you miss the Dothraki?”

Lirri hesitated, her gaze turning distant. "Sometimes, but then I remember the Khal and his cruelty." Her expression hardened. "He no deserve to ride in night lands. I thank you and my lord for saving me."

Valaena’s eyes softened, guilt stirring within her. "I wish we could have saved your children."

Lirri’s hand reached for Valaena’s, squeezing it gently. Her smile was kind, though tinged with sorrow. "I will see them again when great stallion come for me. And together we will ride in starry Khalasar."

“What about Arro?” she asked, her voice lighter, hoping to bring a smile back to Lirri’s face.

Lirri’s expression warmed, a hint of affection flickering in her eyes. “Arro is kind man,” she said quietly. “He lost wife in a village raid”

Valaena nodded, recalling the memory vividly. “I remember that day. Aemond had found him lying amongst the ruins, barely clinging to life.”

Lirri’s voice was soft but steady as she said, “I’m glad my lord save him-he means great deal to me”

Valaena smiled, touched by Lirri’s strength and resilience. She felt the weight of their upcoming journey pressing on her mind. "Me and Aemond will soon return to Westeros."

"Your homeland," Lirri said, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"Yes," Valaena confirmed. "If you do not wish to come with us, then I’ll make sure you have enough money to live on."

Lirri smiled, her eyes softening. "I have no wish to stay alone. I love your children like they are mine. I want to come home with you."

Valaena’s heart warmed at her words. "As long as you’re happy."

"I am very happy, my lady," Lirri said with a firm nod.

As they shared a quiet moment, both women noticed a young maid, Mira, walk past carrying a tray of food.

Lirri leaned in closer to Valaena, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Watch that girl. She look at my lord in way she should not."

Valaena’s brow arched slightly, her gaze following the maid’s retreating figure. "I trust Aemond."

Lirri nodded, her expression stern. "Yes, your husband is good man. He does not look for others. But Mira, she want my lord to bed her."

Valaena scoffed lightly, the very idea absurd. "Aemond would never."

Lirri’s eyes darkened with certainty. "But she will try. She like many women who try to take husband for own self."

A flicker of irritation crossed Valaena’s face, but her confidence remained steady. "She won’t get what she wants from Aemond."

Lirri smiled, a hint of danger in her tone. "She bad girl. I shall cut her throat for insult to you and my lord."

Valaena chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s very nice of you to offer, but I shall deal with her myself."

Lirri grinned wickedly. "Then I clean blood."

"I’m not going to kill her," Valaena replied, her amusement growing.

Lirri's eyes twinkled as she teased, "You should feed her to the big grumpy dragon."

Valaena laughed, shaking her head. "Vhagar prefers much larger meals."

Both women shared a laugh, their bond strengthened by shared loyalty, as they returned to watching over the peaceful grounds of the manse.

In the stillness of the night, Valaena was jolted awake by the sound of faint screeching.

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she quickly rose from the bed, her bare feet padding across the cool floor as she rushed toward Daenys' cot.

She peered inside and saw her daughter still fast asleep, completely undisturbed by the commotion.

But something else caught her eye—the remnants of broken eggshell at the foot of the cot.

Her breath caught as her gaze shifted to a small, crimson creature nestled protectively against Daenys.

A dragon hatchling. Its tiny body shimmered like dark red rubies, and its wings, still delicate, were curled around the sleeping baby.

The hatchling’s curious eyes were already fixed on Valaena, watching her with sharp intelligence.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she reached her hand forward slowly. The hatchling tilted its head sniffing, before nuzzling against her palm.

A smile spread across her face as the tiny creature accepted her touch before returning to its protective stance, curling around Daenys with an instinctive sense of guardianship.

Valaena straightened up, excitement pulsing through her as she hurried back to the bed.

She shook Aemond gently, but he awoke with a start, his hand reaching for his sword.

She quickly shushed him, her voice a soft whisper. "Come look."

Still groggy, Aemond allowed her to lead him to Daenys' cot, where he saw the crimson hatchling curled beside their daughter.

A wide smile spread across his face, eyes filled with pride and wonder. "Her egg hatched," Aemond whispered in awe. "She has her dragon."

Valaena could see the significance of the moment in his expression. She knew how deeply this mattered to him—that their children would be seen as true Targaryen’s, bonded with dragons as they should be.

His own memories of being mocked for not having a dragon at a young age still lingered. But their children would never know that pain.

They would never stand on the ground, watching others take flight, yearning for the skies.

Aemond wrapped his arms around Valaena, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, her heart swelling with affection as they watched the tiny dragon fall asleep beside Daenys, who had unconsciously clutched the hatchling's tail in her little hand.

In that quiet moment, their world seemed at peace. The crimson dragon, small but fierce, was a promise of their family's legacy.

Their daughter, already tied to a creature of fire and blood, would carry the strength of her ancestors.

And together, they would soar.

TBC

[obeymesheep]

Husband Energy

Lucifer, Mammon

gn reader!!

OMG SOOO LONG!! hope everyone enjoys this, i am planning on doing all the brothers just on my own time! thank you so much for being patient, it's the end of the semester so i had lots going on, and was also working on this which is much longer than normal!

Lucifer

Lucifer probably bought the ring the day you told him you loved him. It's no small feat getting the demon of pride to fall in love with you, let alone a fall in love with a human.

He kinda sets you up a lil, just a little trick. He has you believe that he's proposing at the restaurant, its very mean, where he gets down on one knee... to tie his shoe, or these long speeches about how much he loves you, and how he never wants you to suffer so that's why... he's paying the bill. When you get home, a little disappointed, you cuddle up with him with a glass of brandy, and confess what you thought tonight was. Lucifer chuckles and pulls out a ring.

"Is this what you wanted love? I apologize for the tricks, but seeing how badly you wanted me to ask was too cute to pass up. I promise you will never spend another night alone, and I will forever hold you in my arms"

Lucifer doesn't let you touch anything!! He is a perfectionist, so apart from the occasional opinion needed he does basically everything! You do have to pull him away from everything just to let him enjoy the fact that you're engaged :(

The wedding is flawless, and goes unblemished by any snot nosed kids, mean and nosy relatives, or clumsy brothers. If you're going more human, everything is draped in pure white, with a classic ceremony, you both also in white, you exchange vows and kiss. However, if you decide to go the demon way and bind your souls together, Diavolo has to officiate, and it hurts a lot, very few people attend, at most it's Mams, Barb, and Simeon, but! a very large reception is thrown afterwards! You're glowing and in bliss throughout the entire party, people come up and congratulate you, with lots of food and drink!

Y'all do not move out of the house, you just can't, his brothers are not equipped for it and Lucifer doesn't want to leave them. However for a couple days after the honeymoon the brothers spilt so you can enjoy your time as a married couple.

You are expected to do most of the housework, and Lucifer prefers when you're at home (assuming we've graduated??? from RAD) instead of some job where he can't guarantee your safety. BUT you're basically excused from dinner duty, you have no obligation to feed anybody, or do any dishes!

You soon come to learn the you and Lucifer already acted like an old married couple, the soft good-morning kisses and the glasses of wine after a long day, but it's also a learning experience for both of you, Lucifer learns to sacrifice time for you, and you learn to trust that Lucifer won't make any life changing decisions without you!!

Mams is super happy for the both of you and is glad your now an in-law! Leviathan is a little jealous that Lucifer got married first. Satan is LIVID when you announce the engagement and feels very betrayed it's takes a while for him to come around... Asmo is very overjoyed about the whole ordeal and is very involved!! Beel is also really happy and is super happy to have you as an in-law!! Belphie feels a little apprehensive about it, none of them have ever been married and feels he is the only one worried about the dynamic :/

Mammon

It's sooo impulsive, i like to think he didn't propose with a ring, with maybe like a sword, or a crown, he is pretty non traditional and wants to pick something that means a lot to him, and it will probably be a treasure brought with them from the celestial realm. Mammon almost proposes a lot, he runs into asmo's room with a sigh "i almost proposed :("

You guys go out to Mams favourite casino, dressed to the nines, and ready to have a drink while Mammon wins some games! At the nights end, Mammon surprises you with a night away at a expensive hotel room. In that moment everything was right, you keeping him company while he smoked on the balcony, he pulled out the treasure.

"I want ya to be mine forever, not Lucifer's, not Levi's, not Asmo, mine! So please, let me make you mine.."

Mammon is such a good haggler and always knows the best vendors. The work load is pretty even, Mams has pretty hard opinions, and wants to help make the day special.

You guys have a demon wedding, when he said he wants to make you his, this is what he meant, to him human weddings are far too temporary, but if it means a lot to you, he will allow you two to also have a ceremony because he does think it's really romantic, at the demon ceremony, Lucifer, Asmo, Luke, Solomon come, and at the reception lots of demons are there, Mammons pretty connected so lots are his guests, though this also means there's lots of presents!

You definitely leave the house, into a smaller one near by, there's lots of tears from the other brothers. You're house is very suited to your tastes, and breakfast visits from the brothers at least happen once a week <3

Mams really falls into the 'wife' roll, his modeling gigs are pretty all over the place, so if you have a more stable schedule, Mammon does lots of the house work, while you cook/plan most meals!!

You and Mammon really fall into a cute routine, Mammons an early riser, so he's doing his skin care and getting dressed while your sleeping, then slipping back beside you to watch you sleep, when you wake up, you go make breakfast, while Mams definitely cuddles you from behind, things like that <3

Lucifer is really proud of how grown up Mammon has become and the partner he chose. Levi is probably not surprised and is only shocked that Mammon finally did it. Satan is touched at the pairing and like Lucifer is proud of Mammon. Asmo is once again through the roof just at the simple fact there will be a wedding. Beel while very happy is a little sad that it means Mammon will move out. While it takes Belphie a little while for the news to really sink in, is only a little salty of your choice in partner.

[gingiesworld]

Family Is Forever

Chapter One

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Heartbreak.

Taglist: @fxckmiup @ginnsbaker @gb12d @casquinhaa @angrywhisperslove @louxbloom @starry-night17

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff used to have the life she had dreamed of since Y/N had built up the courage to ask her out many of years ago in college. Although the getting pregnant in her third year of college was never a part of their plans but Y/N had stepped up and proposed to her. Vowing that she would never have to go it alone in raising their children.

What they didn't expect was that their relationship would soon become toxic. As Y/N was the main bread winner for the household, Wanda wanted to find a job of her own for when the twins where at school so she got a job at Harkness Cafè. Working during the schoolday before the twins were home.

Although, both of their jobs were tiring, and Y/N always made time for the twins. They never really made time for each other. So as the time went on, the distance between the two of them grew. The cuddles and intimate moments were non existent. They were like two passing stars, never destined to collide.

"I can't do this anymore." Wanda whispered one night as they lay side by side. "It hurts because I don't feel like you're here."

"Wanda." Y/N tried as they turned to face her. "I'm sorry." Was all they whispered as they sat up, leaning their head against the headboard.

"I don't know what happened to us." Wanda whispered, her eyes glistening as tears threatened to shed. "I just don't know."

"I do love you Wanda." Y/N told her sincerely, nothing but truth was behind their eyes. "I really do but I guess love just isn't enough to make a marriage work."

"I don't think it is." Wanda whispered. "Maybe we need a divorce."

"You're right." They whispered as they stood up, reaching for their pillow. "Maybe we just lost touch of who we are, with work and raising a family."

"Stay." Wanda held their hand. "Just hold me one last time." Wanda asked as they took a shakey breath, getting back in bed beside her, opening their arms for their soon to be ex wife. Pressing a kiss to her head as she squeezed her eyes closed, feeling heartbroken at the end of their marriage. The two who had dreamed of growing old together.

Y/N had packed their bags on their day off, packing their car before the twins came home. Once the two 10 year olds were home, the two of them sat the boys down to talk.

"Your mom and I are getting a divorce." Y/N told them softly. "I am going to be finding an apartment nearby so you guys can still come and stay with me whenever you want."

"Your O'pa and I still very much love each other and you both." Wanda told them as she wrapped her arms around the two of them. "But it just isn't really working between us and we can't keep lying just to keep this marriage working."

"But we're family." Tommy whispered as Wanda took a deep breath. A soft smile on her face.

"A family is forever." She told the two as Y/N smiled at her, before her eyes met Y/N's. "We can never truly leave each other, even if we tried."

"This is what is best for us." Y/N told them. "We just want what's best for you both."

"But what about holidays and our games or competitions." Billy asked them both.

"We will still spend holidays together, if that is ok with your mom." Y/N told them. "And you know we will never forget about your games and competitions. We're your biggest fans."

"But you're moving out?" Tommy questioned as Y/N just nodded.

"I am." They told them, taking Tommy into their arms. "I wanted to stay here to talk with you both first because you two boys and your mom will always be the most important people in my life."

"I love you O'pa." Tommy spoke sadly as his tears started to fall.

"I love you both so much." They told the boys as Billy joined the hug. "But I want the two of you to always respect your mom, ok? This is in no way her fault, it's not yours either. This is no one's fault." The two nodded before Wanda stood up behind them. "Now go and wash up for your dinner."

Once the twins were out of the room, Wanda stood over Y/N who looked up at her sadly. Taking her hand in their own as she took a deep breath.

"Where will you go?" She questioned as they smiled at her. Pulling her to sit in their lap for the last time.

"Bucky's for now." They told her honestly. "I have an appointment on Monday to look for an apartment in the area, and then I will get in touch with Jennifer too so we can sort out the divorce."

"Ok." Wanda took a deep breath as Y/N rubbed her leg soothingly.

"You're not going to lose anything." They told her honestly. "I don't want you to lose anything."

"But, you can't afford to keep the house and pay for an apartment." Wanda told them as they shook their head, moving Wanda gently from them before they gestured for her to follow them to the room, heading into the closet and opening the safe. "Is this deeds?" She asked as she looked at the paper with the twins names on it.

"I started to buy it when I got my first pay rise." They confessed. "I wanted to make sure that the twins were looked after no matter whatever happened to us."

"You did this?" Wanda asked them with tears in her eyes.

"I wanted to look after my family, make sure the three of you were looked after." They reached in and took out two bank statements. "Once the final payment on the house was paid, I started to put that money into two different saving accounts. College funds for the twins, I still put the money in the accounts each month." They also handed her another statement and envelope. "And I have been doing the same for you, just in case something happened to me, I wanted you be looked after."

"I don't know what to say." She whispered as Y/N shook their head.

"Don't say anything." They told her. "The card for your bank is in this envelope with the pin."

"Thank you." Wanda whispered as Y/N placed the papers with the twins names on back inside the safe and locked it. "I just."

"It's ok." They told her. "I know I may not have been the best partner for you but, I just wanted you to be looked after. That was all I ever wanted." They kissed her lips one last time as her tears fell from her eyes. "I'll see you next week." With that Y/N had left the house, leaving Wanda who started to sob uncontrollably.

The moment Y/N had made it to Bucky's apartment with their bags, he gave them a sad smile.

"This is for the best Buck." They told him as he patted their shoulder before helping them grab their bags and leading them to the guest room. As he left them alone, they sat on the bed in the darkness. Looking out of the window at the first night they are going to be spending the night away from their family.

The next morning rolled around faster than anticipated, Y/N had got themselves ready for work before finding Bucky already filling two cups of coffee.

"You look like hell." He stated as he handed them the coffee.

"Thanks." They muttered as Bucky observed them with concern in his eyes. "I couldn't sleep." They took a sip of their coffee before looking up at their best friend. "It's just that I don't sleep when I'm away from Wanda and the twins. Even on business trips, I barely get three hours of sleep a night." 

"That's not healthy." Bucky stated.

"They're my family Buck. I went straight from my college dorm when Wanda got pregnant straight to the house." They told him. "I have spent over a decade living with my family and I have screwed that up."

"How did you screw it up?" He asked them as they sighed.

"I didn't work on the marriage." They told him. "I completely took the woman I have loved for most of my life, the woman I still love with every fibre of my being, I took her forgranted. I did that!! Not her. Me."

"You should tell her what you just told me." Bucky told them.

"It won't be any use." They told him. "I think this divorce is still set in stone because my job is quite demanding too."

"Y/N." He spoke softly.

"I can't keep her in a marriage that she isn't happy in." They told him. "I don't want that for her. We can make the co-parenting thing work but that's it." With that they left the apartment and made their way to work.

[maleyanderecafe]

I tried to escape from being a villainous daughter but the earnest good-natured Yandere Highness did not give me the peace I wanted (Manga)

Created by: Hatori Hato

Genre: Isekai/Smut

If you remember me translating some of their other works I will never let you go, so please be preyed on by me ~ The younger man I met in the countryside was a former Yandere boy from hell~ and Please Know That I’m Really Jealous ~A Former Yandere Boy Can Be Brutal To Get Married, I've come back and holy it is so difficult to translate isekai things. The same face is also killing me internally. Nevertheless, here's a good 70 pages of yandere smut stuff.

The story starts out with Mei worried about meeting up with one of the capture targets, before explaining how she was isekaied into this world, an r18 otome fantasy. Her goal is to basically get a harem route, however, she has to compete with two other villianesses, Ann and Julia who are much better at the game then him. Mei has died about four times, as she is often killed by the other villiannesses. While greeting Julia, she is interrupted by Prince Remy (yes, that's his name) who is happy to be with Mei. Mei refuses to dance with Prince Remy as he doesn't want to go to that route, but ends up sleeping with Prince Remy. A couple months pass and she seems to be living happily though she hasn't really met with the other capture targets. Soon after meeting up with Prince Remy, she dies after being beheaded by one of the villianesses, only to reincarnate the fifth time. She decides to live at home secluded from the outside world and happily does for many years until Prince Remy comes to visit. Prince Remy basically traps Mei in a room using a magic seal and has sex with her. He reveals that he remembers his past lives as well, wanting to protect Mei from the world. The next day while Mei is trying to escape, Prince Remy gives her a box that has the hairs of all the capture targets and villianesses. Mei realizes that the reason she's had such a peaceful life was because of Remy and the two have sex. While having sex, Mei realizes that she actually was really afraid of dying in all of her lives and the prince makes her vow to be with him forever. We learn soon after that the Prince basically forced the capture target Mage, Leo to create the spell, the one that locks them into the room and the one that bounds the Prince and Mei for the next lifetime, which ends up sucking up all of the Mage's powers forcing him to retire as a mage. While Prince Remy doesn't kill them thanks to his promise with Mei, he does torture Leo afterwards. The two have sex with each other one last time.

I got to say that this artist's same face is really uh, noticeable in this smut. I know a lot of smut artists (and just artists in general) tend to have problem with same face but man... It's pretty jarring. The plot on this one is more interesting than the two snake ones I will say, even if it is an isekai. The concept of having to fight with two other people in an isekai to get a harem ending is actually a pretty interesting concept, though of course the main character is the "weakest" out of them not wanting to even get the harem ending at one point, just wanting to survive. I will say that the way the plot goes is very confusing- it jumps between time so easily that it's easy to get confused. Especially when she dies in her fourth life, I didn't even realize that she had died until they mentioned it straight after and they don't even show any of the moments of what led to her death or anything. And the fact she just stayed inside for years on end without issue is very strange, especially to this world. We don't even know what technically happened to either of the other villianesses, whether or not they died or were tortured or get jailed. I also don't really know what took her so long to realize that this guy has memories of their past life together since it seemed pretty obvious the first time they met in this smut that they have. I also don't know why it took her so long to, you know, not deal with getting a harem route. She was murdered like 4 different times before she realized she could just be in the house, which has got to be painful considering she got beheaded once and poisoned once, I feel like you should have just stuck with the staying at home kind of thing first. But who knows after all, this is a smut and you shouldn't think about it.

Prince Remy, despite having a pretty dumb name, is a protective yandere which is different then Ren in the previous iterations. It makes sense that after seeing Mei die so many times because she was too kind or not ruthless enough that he would become overprotective, locking her in a room (through magic) and torturing anyone that hurt her. I do like the concept of a yandere that becomes the way they are because they have to protect their love. In this case, it's watching and failing to protect her from being beheaded (and possibly poisoned, though I'm not sure how long or even when Prince Remy retained his memory from), probably drove him to be overprotective and lock her up. I do like this concept of a yandere since it's the darling's actions that lead him to be overprotective.

At some point I'll probably be ready to do the Omegaverse yandere that this author has made but it will take me a bit so just be patient. It's weirdly complicated for a smut plot and honestly is confusing with the way it jumps around and inserts sex scenes in places it doesn't really need to be, but you know, smut is smut so.

[vegaseatsass]

My Stand-In Episode 11

AUghhghhhh I can't believe next week is the last week of this series, what am I supposed to do with my life without it? (Meet You At The Blossom, you are my only hyperfixation hope)

I shan't talk about the end of the episode except to say that it feels right that Spiritual Master is the biggest MingJoe antishipper out there. Yes, he's been tirelessly advising this young master on his disastrous love life and its cosmic implications for three years, but that doesn't mean he's rooting for him or thinks the torturous time loop he's trapped everyone in is karmically sound!!!!

I also really can't get over the "every story that's not about a time loop is about a time loop" vibes of the scene too, how it was filmed, the way the master described the cycle they're in, all of it. Good stuff. But beyond that I'm zipping my lips I dare not even speculate on what is coming in episode 12.

What I do want to talk about is the Akarayota family!!

I think it is so brilliant that Ming's dad was kept fully offscreen and out of the picture until episode 10. It made him such an ominous, menacing figure. Like it seems obvious to me now that last episode, when Ing asked about telling his family and Ming said he needed to make sure it was the right time first, he was talking not about emotionally preparing himself or like, winning his family over, but about this blackmail scheme he needed to suck Mike into to "defeat" their father, which he always knew was the only option. Putting aside everything else in the Ming vs. Dad game of family ruthlessness chicken, at the end of this episode, this man was going to get his son killed in a way similar to how Ming got Joe killed: out of stubbornness, out of a refusal to believe long after he was shown that Ming would choose Joe not just over his family but over his own safety, out of a belief that he could control the situation and let Joe perish and lose nothing more than Ming's, like, will to live (but if you keep him locked in the house forever after, that won't matter, right?). You can just really see where Ming gets it from with this guy. I also have to wonder what the FUCK was going on in that household during Ming's childhood that a. the siblings are all so codependent b. Ming has learned to throw up on command c. Ming throwing up on command is something Mike has seen him do and treats as an old familiar trick.

So let's talk about the siblings! Ahhhh!!! My heart!!! When Mike first mentioned a promise, I was sure it was going to be a tit-for-tat trade where Mike owed Ming some kinda life debt (a la May saving Ming from drowning and getting pneumonia) that Ming was cashing in on. My guess was Ming had done some kind of monumental favor for Mike in their youth and Mike Owed him. But no no no! Mike's promise was made in the past three years and as far as we can see was simply borne of not wanting to see his brother in pain. I promise you, Ming, if Joe ever returns I'll do anything to help you be together, so please, for now, move on with your life. How fucking much does he love and prioritize Ming if that's a cash-in-on-able vow he'll break the law and fight their father over? How much of Mike's life is already spent cleaning up after Ming and shielding him? Again, what the fuck was going on in that household in his childhood that the oldest son in the family splits his time between business, Buddhism, and keeping his baby brother out of the line of fire? I had the thought that Ming could go to Mike for money to avoid their father, but Mike telling the loan shark "WE cannot get $500 million to you by tonight" without Ming even needing to ask him kind of said it all. Lowkey wondering if Ming is THE heir and Mike is a half-brother or illegitimate son of some kind since it does seem like the family wealth is concentrated in May and especially Ming's hands, even though Mike does nothing but work for this family lol. And May <3 I have a lot I'm mulling over in her relationship with Tong but the fact that she showed up just to shut down the line of familial manipulation that hinged on her womb was so badass. There's also something about Tong using "you chose your brother over me" as a DIVORCE JUSTIFICATION that makes me wonder if that was an ongoing conversation and threat in their relationship, that she had to prove again and again that she saw Tong as family as much as she did her beloved little brother... I do hope we see a little bit before the very end of Ming reciprocating his siblings' immense devotion to him (in ways other than "fled the country to hide that I was obsessed with your boyfriend's posterior", or tbh even gifting his perfect secretary to the brother who has always wanted him lol). But I am very compelled by what we've seen so far, that the Akarayota siblings consistently choose each other and shield each other from their powerful, terrible parents.

Last but not least, mama Akarayota! Love her writing! I love that the scene where she's accepting Joe and Mingjoe's love comes packaged with "oh yeah I was the one who destroyed your relationship with your mom teehee oops", and she doesn't even seem very sorry about it, she's just sooo happy that Joe passed her little test and loves her son and is making Ming happy and alive, and who really cares what happens to Joe's life or family. I love that she felt the urgency of Ming going to meet with the loan sharks in ways her husband didn't, but instead of working with her son or finding a way to pay the money her son-in-law owed, she just did the impulsive thoughtless rich person move of calling the cops, which escalated literally everything and missed getting Ming killed by a Joe-shaped hair. Why pay $500 million baht to criminals when you can rely on your power and the state? It's just such an automatic, instinctive, realistic choice for her to make and I love love love the consequences it came with. Basically I love that even though Ming's mother has the classic QL parent arc of moving from pressuring her son to marry women to warmly accepting that he loves a man, she does it with so much rich person violence and collateral damage along the way. There's a complexity and realism there I don't often see.

I also wanted to talk a little bit about Sol and how moving I found it that he uses "I can't get over you" as a way of connecting with Joe, empathizing with and accepting how obviously Joe is never going to get over Ming, and actually, finally letting him go. About how JOE FUCKING DYING AGAIN does in fact justify his frantic in-denial attempts to block Mingjoe a few episodes ago lol, but how beautiful it is that he was ready to let Joe go and make his own choices in this episode. About how much I wish Ming had!!! TURNED TO SOL!!!! FOR MONEY!!!! TO SAVE THE LIFE OF THE MAN THEY BOTH LOVED!!!! but that would I guess be even more of a drastic character change than Tong suddenly caring about his wife and unborn child lmao.

But I have to rewatch the episode with Laura now so we can both suffer so I will end the post here. Augh I love this series, I want it to be next Friday already I want to know what's going to happen but I also don't want it to end, augh augh augh

[aviiarie]

GHOST STORIES — event masterlist.

there's a chill in the air, and the sweet smell of candy filling your senses. the night is lit up by candles, casting shadows across the room. can you feel your heart racing? can you feel your hairs stand on end? that's the halloween spirit!

still not scared yet? you will be soon! below are all of our spooky stories that are lined up, ready to be told over the days leading up to halloween.

“ready for a scare? well, here's the stories that we'll be telling tonight...”

note: completed fics will be linked below when they are posted. entries will be posted from the 22nd of october until the 31st!

DAY ONE: TRICK OR TREAT — feat. inosuke you take him out to go trick or treating! dressed to the nines in matching costumes, it's a night to remember, for sure.

DAY TWO: THAT'S THE SPIRIT! — feat. tengen (+ wives) they might be gone from this world, but they'll never leave your heart. or your side. or you alone. they loved you in life, and now they have a whole afterlife to spend haunting you.

DAY THREE: SCAREDY CAT — feat. heizou it seemed like the perfect way to spend the spooky season: watching old horror movies together and laughing at how hilariously not scary they were. but this one is much more... chilling than you were expecting.

DAY FOUR: BUTTON EYES — feat. lyney (coraline au!) despite appearing picture-perfect, there's something sinister about this other world... you know you have to escape, before you're trapped forever.

DAY FIVE: IN PLAIN SIGHT — feat. kazuha you know for a fact that your new next-door neighbour is a supernatural creature of some kind, and you're determined to prove it.

DAY SIX: HAUNTED HOUSE — feat. lyney your new house is a bit strange. doors keep slamming, there's whispering in your ears, and you have the distinct feeling you're unwelcome here.

DAY SEVEN: UNLIKELY COMPANION — feat. kyojuro you're certain that the creature that keeps visiting you is something completely inhuman, but you don't mind. he seems quite fond of you, and always tries his best to look after you, so who are you to complain?

DAY EIGHT: HOCUS POCUS — feat. shinobu you found out the hard way that the 'witch' that lived at the end of your street was telling the truth about her magic, after you knocked over a potion in her house and accidentally cast a spell on yourself.

DAY NINE: TIL DEATH DO WE PART — feat. kaveh (corpse bride au!) you were practicing your wedding vows near a grave, and accidentally brought a corpse back to life. trouble is, he now thinks you two are married.

DAY TEN: HAPPY HALLOWEEN — feat. kagaya you go to a halloween party along with some friends, but in between games and snacks, you notice some... strange things about this party, and its host.

“hehe, you didn't get too frightened, did you? either way, i hope you enjoyed youself, and happy halloween!”

if anyone wants to be tagged in the event or any specific fic, i would be more than happy to! but thank you for everyone who's shown their love for this event already, i'm beyond excited for this <33

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[rene-hl-trashcan]

Unbreakable Vow

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game) Relationships: Cariad x Riz (MC x MC) Summary : Riz finally decided to propose. Notes : @starryslytherin0 and I had a conversation about CaRiz, so I started brainrotting 💀 Warnings : No beta cuz I die like Ranrok's Loyalists.

Riz is not the one to be shaken.

His composure is one of the few things he likes about himself. He held his control over himself and the situation with an unforgiving grip, not letting anything crack his composure even in the most awful or unexpected situations.

The world has dealt him some pretty messed up cards before, yet he took them on without so much of a flinch.

Ekrizdis Mors doesn't get nervous.

(Occasionally, he made people nervous, yes, but he hardly ever felt that particular emotion himself.)

Not now, though.

He's nervous and he welcomed it.

The thundering thumps of his heart against his ribs were both foreign and new to him. It was strangely comforting, to be honest.

Good Merlin, would it be too ridiculous to say that it made him feel alive?

Perhaps.

Perhaps, it's indeed ridiculous but he's elated all the same.

Riz has always been accepting of the consequences of his actions. If he ended up dying in a battle, at least he died fighting. If he was scorned by his fellow schoolmates back in school, at least he had remained true to himself despite said choices not being the choices that made him a likable person among his peers. If he chose to go against Professor Fig's wish and took the ancient magic for himself, it's for the better since he managed to cure Anne because of it. If Solomon hated his guts for calling out the obvious neglect and emotional abuse the man inflicted on Sebastian right on their first meeting, Riz couldn't cared less because, at the very least, his bluntness opened a path for that small family to work on their issues.

 If he's rejected now—

—ah, he refused to think about that.

His gaze caught the familiar bluish glow tinted with red—his own ancient magic infused into a delicate bracelet—and Riz couldn't stop the soft fond smile from spreading on his face. The bracelet glittered under the moonlight, the dangling charms tinkling as Cariad twirled to the music of the night.

(Though the only music lulling him to this state of peaceful bliss was the melody of her carefree laughter.)

He called it a promise ring, despite it being a bracelet. He was so sure that he wanted her to be in his life forever. Thus, making his intention known was the most sensible course of action. Arvis and Sofija hadn't raised him to be a sorry excuse of a communication failure, after all. He has always been taught to verbalise his wants and needs, especially if it involves other people.

Cariad wasn't a mind-reader.

Merlin, even if she was one,  Riz would still make his intention known and crystal clear to her. Miscommunication and assumptions would kill any hope for the type of relationship he's looking for.

He wanted a future with her and he made sure she knew that.

Perhaps they were too young then—fresh out of the NEWT exam—but Riz is not the one to doubt himself.

He desired a long-lasting future with her.

She made his heart beat a little lighter. Her sheer presence softened his seemingly cold harsh edges. She made his smile more genuine and his world a bit brighter.

He was so sure of his heart and thus he offered a vow; one that she so graciously accepted and showcased to the public in the form of that delicate bracelet.

A dark voice from the deep recess of his mind whispered that he just shackled her freedom with that 'promise ring'. To offer her a promise of 'together forever' at such a green age was nothing but a prison she so willingly let herself be trapped in. They were so stupidly young after all. She had options—perhaps better ones too—but the magic he weaved into the carved metal was a glaring warning sign that kept her other suitors away, limiting her options to only him.

It was a shackle of his ugly possessiveness that he put around her wrist, that dark voice told him.

The ring in his pocket was nothing but a pretty golden cage for her too, that dark voice mocked him.

Riz shushed that voice from talking more nonsense. He wanted Cariad in his life and he was not the one who would second-guess his own stance.

And his stance was crystal clear since the day he escaped Death with not relief as he should be feeling but instead the lingering fear of not having a future with her.

It haunted him since. The sheer thought that Death could come too easily for him. One wrong move, one tiny little sign that he could have missed and he would've ended up dying before he realised it.

That was the moment Riz had the revelation.

It's not Death that he feared, but the whole idea of not being able to spend more time with her.

Asking for her hand in marriage seemed all too reasonable now that they both grew to become a pair of stable and functioning adults.

He already asked for approval from her family. He spent these past few years making it near impossible for her family to deny him, after all. 

They might be from completely different universes, but he had put his mind to it, ensuring that dinner visits and frequent exchange of letters with her family made their way so seamlessly into his schedule.

It took effort and time to integrate himself into her family, notwithstanding the whole multiverse part, but Riz is nothing but an incredibly patient and resourceful man.

Perhaps that dark voice in his head was right—that he was manipulative for approaching this matter in such a way, weaving his way to fit every corners of her life so that she could see no better option than him.

It might have been a manipulation strategy, but Riz personally thought that marriage is the union of two families. Had she said yes, her mother would be his too. Had she said yes, Riz hoped that Eloise would be happy to embrace a son instead of a son-in-law into the family. Similarly, despite the initial wariness, Riz also had hoped that Liam would be happy (however begrudgingly) to embrace him as a younger brother instead of a mere brother-in-law.

It’s not two souls that would be bonded in a marriage but instead two families becoming one; or at least that what Riz had been raised to believe in.

He treasured the years he spent getting to know the Faiythe family. He genuinely cherished the weekly exchange of letters with Eloise—getting all of Cariad’s childhood stories and shenanigans that never failed to make him chuckle. Connecting Arvis and Safija with Cariad's mother might not be a good idea in the long run, but Riz could swallow the embarrassment of his childhood stories being aired during family dinners if he got to see his parental figures and Eloise having fun exchanging fond parenting memories. He found solace and comfort from the way Liam’s eyes softened whenever Ieva roped the man into her shenanigans, seeing flashes of how loved Cariad was from the way Liam was indulging Ieva.

He weaved himself and his family into this warm tapestry of her life, and getting his reward when her mother doted on him; Liam finally offered him a begrudging yet fond approval (all the while seemingly revisiting his role as a doting older brother Riz has always failed to be for Ieva); and for his own parental figures to embrace Cariad into their loving arms. Avania has long approved him back when they were in school—all thanks to the combined effort of Milred and Sylvia.

With the approvals and blessings from both sides of family secured, it's hers the only blessing that he's seeking for.

"Riz~" Cariad sang, blue eyes glittered in genuine admiration, flitting from rows upon rows of the roses in the garden. "Your garden is beautiful!"

She eventually stopped to take a whiff of the roses; and that dark voice resurfaced from the depths of his mind again, mocking him for how pathetically obsessed he was with her.

Did she notice that the blue roses were designed to match her eyes so that he could still has a fragment of her even when they were multiverses apart?

(Oh how he needed that splash of exquisite blue to comfort him whenever he couldn’t visit her in her world.)

He hoped she didn’t notice.

That voice had a point—it was ugly, how obsessive Riz was over Cariad that a mere shade of blue that reminded him of her eyes was enough to comfort him from missing her too much.

His desire and need for her were ugly, and he didn’t want to scare her away with that.

Blissfully oblivious, Cariad finally stopped twirling around and turned to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkled with joy and her cheeks flushed rosy to the same shades of peony that bloomed alongside the roses.

And like the smitten fool he was, Riz found his breath hitched at the sight.

He blinked—slowly and owlishly—when she leaned close to a rose, pointing to her eyes with the brightest and sweetest little grin he had ever seen on a human being.

(Is she even a human, though? Someone so ethereal like this couldn’t possibly be human, no?)

“Look, we match~!” she giggled, blinking her eyes as she nuzzled her cheek to the blue petals.

Her voice was the music to his ear, much like her mere presence was the sun in his life.

The white dress looked good on her too, a stark contrast to the dimness of his garden. She nearly looked ethereal like that, bathed in the mystical glow of the moonlight with his magic from the bracelet glittering around her as she twirled around.

Ethereal and majestic.

Oh, how far has he fallen for this beautiful woman.

Almost like in a trance, he approached her, conjuring a single blue rose—because he knew she wouldn’t be happy if he picked one from the bushes right now—and offered it to her, his other hand rested over his chest as he bowed ever so slightly, levelling a gentle eye contact with her.

“May I have the honour for a dance?”

He was barely able to restrain the sudden huff of laughter from escaping his lips when her cheeks flushed to a deeper pink.

Too cute.

He kept his composure though, simply smiling when she nodded and reached out for his cuff, tugging ever so slightly that this time he did huff a genuine laughter. He tucked the rose in her hair, grasping her hand that was still eagerly holding on to his cuff, while his other hand found her petite waist.

And as natural as breathing, they both slipped into a silent dance—only the two of them in the garden surrounded with flowers and trees—with her merry giggles and the noises of the night as the music that guided their dance.

Riz was in a trance the whole time, his red gaze fixed on her whole existence. He marveled at the way her blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. The rosy flush of her cheeks fascinated him to no end, keeping his unwavering devoted gaze on her face while his ears tuned to her voice and only her voice, hearing nothing but the pure infectious joy of her giggles.

He has never felt warmth—he physically couldn’t—but the steady pulse under his thumb and the softness of her smile made him wonder if this was what warmth would feel like to normal people.

To say that Cariad bewitched him was perhaps an understatement.

Riz was utterly entranced, his smile remained soft and besotted even as they reached the end of the dance, where they both stepped back from each other, his muscle memory was the one moving his body to bow as she curtsied.

Perhaps he was truly bewitched, or he was nothing but a mere smitten fool, but there was no thought process in Riz’s mind. He was moving on instinct, fueled simply by the deepest desire he used to keep guarded in his heart when he grasped her hand, and planted a kiss over her knuckles, his lips lingered longingly on her ring finger before he slowly let her go.

His gaze never left hers as he got on one knee, offering the small box that has weighed so heavily in his pocket this whole time.

She was already flushing and stuttering even before he opened the box, but her breath hitched once her gaze fell on the ring and he knew she finally—finally—saw his ugly obsession.

The glittering rose-shaped gemstone pulsed in the magic they both were awfully familiar with—the calm blue tinted with red that was the result of his choice back in the repository so many years ago—and he wondered what was going on in her mind right now. Perhaps she was repulsed? Was his offering too possessive for her comfort?

Yes, that dark voice in his mind mocked again. Do you think she wants to wear your tainted magic?

That did make Riz second-guessed himself.

He was the only one among his little group of ancient magic wielders across the multiverses to have his magic tainted red after all.

Would she even want to wear a gem made of his tainted magic?

But Riz already made his bed, thus he squared his shoulders and finally asked;

“May I have the privilege of forever with you?”

The voice in his mind has already cackled, mocking his impending rejection because she was his sun—the purest angel he has ever gotten the privilege to be around in his life—while he was the literal terror of a dark wizard with a rap sheet fitting to live up to the horrid reputation of his namesake.

How dare he covets such a pure being when he’s so tainted?

Riz was so deep in his thought to notice the tears glazing over Cariad’s eyes, hence was caught completely off-guard when she pounced onto him, toppling them both on the ground. Her hand found his, slotting their hands together like perfect puzzle pieces while her other hand curved around the angle of his jaw.

“Yes,” she sang, blinking out tears and choking out merry giggles at the same time. “Forever. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

And the voice went to complete silence, leaving Riz blinking like a stunned fool, unable to register and comprehend what had just happened. He was still stunned when she leaned in for a kiss, and this time she was the one who took the lead, pinning him on the floor, kissing him with feverish reverence, filling his mind with nothing but the feel of her existence.

It took him a while to snap out of it, but he eventually reciprocated, releasing her hand just long enough to fumble with the ring, grasping her smaller hand tight once he slipped the ring to its rightful place around her finger, his other hand wrapped around her waist with the desperation he has never shown before.

Neither noticed the literal sparks from their joined hands—pure blue glow spread from her hand that wrapped his whole body while red-tinted blue spread from his hand to embrace her much smaller frame. Neither of them noticed that the fondness dripping from the names they whispered in between kisses and gasps had become a mantra of their vow of love and eternity. Neither of them realised that her strings of ‘yes’ and his responding soft gratitude were the seal of their vow—unbreakable and invincible, protected by their combined formidable magic.

Neither of them noticed, and honestly it didn’t matter.

They’re in love and bonded—and honestly that’s all that mattered.

THE END

[thelogicofikeandsoren]

Layers of Canon

"Is Ikesoren canon" is a much more complicated question than a lot of people will give it credit for, namely because of all of the different layers of canon.

Layer 1: Obvious Canon. These are the things that anyone playing the game could see from standard cutscenes and base conversations including but not limited to:

Ike prioritizes making Soren happy over doing his job (PoR 13), doing his job over looking at flowers (PoR 17), and looking at flowers over looking at women (PoR 14)

Ike finds Aimee off-putting (PoR 13 and 23, RD 3-2 and 4-1)

Soren and Ike worry about each other constantly and protecting each other, including but not limited to Ike placing himself in front of Soren to protect him from a tiger attack (PoR 8) and Soren lashing out when he can't follow Ike to fight the Black Knight (PoR 27) as well as the bond bonus.

Soren knows how to woo Ike (PoR 23)

Ike, in no uncertain terms, does not want to marry Elincia (PoR epilogue and RD)

Micaiah and Yune both refer to Soren as the boy who is always beside Ike (RD 4E)... Confirmed when fighting Ike as an enemy (RD 3-13).

Ike is not (just) oblivious to love (RD 4-1)

Layer 2: Esoteric Canon. These are things that require extra effort to see but are either implied to always happen or have no long term consequences. This includes the entirety of Ike and Soren's PoR support path as well as Soren's battle quotes with Shinon and Micaiah and escape quotes. Here we also add...

Soren being able to recognize tiredness on Ike's face through a small tic Ike doesn't notice and Ike compliments him afterwards (PoR C)

Soren expressing that Ike is the only person he can rely on and Ike assuring him he will always stand by him (PoR A)

"There's only one place for me to be, Ike, and it's by your side" (PoR epilogue, if A supported)

A warm core is melting Soren's freezing heart according to Micaiah (RD 3-7)

Layer 3: Uncertain Canon. These are things that most likely happened according to game preferences, but can be avoided. This would include Ike and Soren's Radiant Dawn supports and paired ending as well as any new game+ exclusive material. Most of the nature of Ike and Soren's relationship is here, including:

"I vow to remain by your side as long as I draw the breath of life" (RD A)

"My only wish was to see you again" (RD 4-E)

The support ending where Soren sets off with Ike and Ike was never seen again

Layer 4: Implicit Canon: Sometimes things that should be obvious are not spelled out, so a lot of the disagreement happens between these two levels. Here are some good examples:

When Micaiah talks about warm feelings, she means romantic ones because both her and Sothe, and Naesala and Leanne, whom she also uses the terms for, explicitly get married. Soren saying "do not presume to understand me" is a dodge, not a denial.

When Ike says Aimee "has issues with reality", that is in direct reference to her theory that he's (just) not ready to settle down.

All of the Aimee, Elincia, and temple handmaiden evidence suggests that Ike, at the very least, does not prefer women.

Because Ike and Soren are emotionally closed-off, them sharing a tender hug (technically also an inference but not a controversial one) says more than it would for the average characters.

Ike and Soren leaving alone together forever heavily suggests a romantic relationship.

Layer 5: Word of God: At this point, canonicity starts becoming more nebulous. This could include anything from side materials such as the art book, which says that "Ike's sense of how dear Soren is to him is renewed" and that "Ike doesn't care for the affections of women." Both are already present in implicit canon. But this makes them explicit, if only outside of the work.

Layer 6: Improbable Canon: These are things that are present in the game, but require you to make choices counter to the best narrative. This will include any of the death quotes, for which all of Soren's and two of Ike's reinforce how much they care about each other. The one-sided reading could potentially fit here as well, as so much of Ike returning Soren's affections requires them to have a paired ending (and special scene if possible), so the two less-encouraged Ike endings (and by extension, one DIScouraged Soren ending) could come across this way.

Layer 7: Soft Canon: Anything that is supported not by PoR and RD or their teams, but is supported by FE crossovers such as Heroes, Engage, and the Awakening DLC. And yes, this does mean that Priam is more nebulously canon than Ike and Soren's support ending. Sorry not sorry.

Layer 8: Non-Canon: Headcanons that do not contradict any official evidence but aren't supported by it either. While some people will have these to connect Ike/Soren to Priam and/or Soren's relatives, to speculate on their future, or to further characterize either, this is NOT necessary to think Ike and Soren are a couple in general. This would also include more general crossovers such as Smash Bros.

Layer 9: Counter to Canon: finally we have this set. These are definitively untrue based on level 1 evidence and the aggregation of levels 2-6, but people will use them for a variety of reasons from trying to relate better to the characters to write a what-if scenario to... My entire "straight Ike arguments" and "straight Soren nonsense" tags.

Conclusion: Ike and Soren having their primary relationship is layer 3 at worst, it being romantic is layer 5 at worst, and being adamantly opposed to it is level 6 at best and 9 at worst.

[0sincerelyella]

Hi! Can I please request Josh Allen at his wedding and you reveal yourself in your wedding dress and you see him and his tux for the first time. (Like those trends where the bride reveals herself to surprise her husband before going down the aisle) thank you!!!

I’m gonna puke right now -Josh Allen

Summary: y/n and josh have a private first look. full and full of surprises

Notes: YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTELY SPOILING ME WITH THESE REQUESTS

there will be an insta post sorta thing at the end. this is also a double wammy sorta thing. 😎

he is absolutely adorable

You’d think dating the woman of your dreams for ten years would make you less nervous on your wedding day.

not for josh. josh thinks that if he married y/n the day they met he would’ve been less nervous then now.

as he finished the last sentence on the letter he was sending y/n before they got married, a private vow swap as they like to call it, his hand was shaking more than it has before any football game he’s ever played in.

he handed his brother the letter and took a breath as y/ns sister knocked on the door

josh opened it, y/s (your sister) smiled and handed josh the letter. “your so handsome josh, she’s gonna cry”

“i’m gonna cry. and puke” josh said, running his hand through his hair. “josh no! don’t ruin your hair” jason, josh’s brother, said

y/s laughed, flatting his hair. “your gonna be fine”

y/s walked away after jason handed her the letter.

y/n on the other hand, was having an amazing time. she was twirling around in her beautiful dress, dancing to taylor swift as y/s walked into the room. “read the letter y/n, it’s almost time for first looks.” y/n sat down, opening the letter

Dear y/n, my princess

fr bro, i can smell you from here PLS take a shower before i kiss you at the alter, xoxo -joshy poo

ps: for real though I wish i got down on one knee the second i knocked on your dorm. it was love at first sight and the thought of having a life without you hasn’t even occurred to me since. I think the Lord wanted us to be married, not only because we’re perfect together but also because it takes a miracle for the bengals to win a super bowl. I can’t WAIT to see you in that dress princess. also, i’m seriously about to puke

love, joshy<3

y/n laughed, holding the letter to her chest. “joshy” she smiled even brighter.

Josh was beyond nervous to read the letter, or for y/n to read her letter. “josh, read the letter” jason said, putting his hand on josh’s shoulder. “if y/n wasn’t a hundred and ten percent sure about the both of you she wouldn’t have stayed with you ten years. i know i would’ve left you 10 years ago” he joked.

josh took a breath, opening the letter.

Dear Joshy,

Not gonna lie you are a butt munch and i want to punch you all the time. i can not wait to want to punch you everyday of the rest of my life. you are my everything, and i thank you for letting me find myself and my career, and now i get to work with you and be with you for the rest of forever. i really do love you so so much. except i actually hate you, love you babes :)

love, your princess

Josh felt the burning in the back of his throat. he shook his head with a bright smile. “jason, i really love her” josh said, folding the letter and putting it in his bag.

“i know you do josh, it’s time to go see her”

Josh stood, smoothing out his suit, and fixing his hair. “i’m seriously going to vomit” josh said, standing in front of the door.

“your telling me, when you open this door, my girl is going to be standing outside of the other door in a beautiful dress that i havnt seen and that’s the last time i’ll ever see her as my girlfriend?” jason laughed. “your both gonna be blind folded” he explained, putting the blind fold on josh’s eyes. “when y/n says, you’ll both take your blind folds off” josh nodded, completely sightless “in less than an hour she’s gonna be your wife” josh was holding his breath trying not to cry.

jason stood at the door with his hand on the knob. “ready josh?” josh nodded “i can’t wait” so jason opened the door, and josh stepped out of it.

“hi joshy” y/n said. y/n hadn’t told josh that she wasn’t blind folded, she had a surprise.

josh had a bag in his pocket, they were doing a present exchange. a forever gift as y/n has been calling it. josh reached his hand out. “y/n” he whispered under his breath, he didn’t know how to talk. “y/n baby, i love you” he said as she took his hand into her own. “i can’t believe we’re getting married today” y/n said, as her sister and jason went back into seperate rooms, leaving the two alone.

y/n wasn’t blindfolded, josh didn’t know.

“josh i want to open your present first” she said, her finger running over his hand “can you see me?” she giggled “yeah” josh scoffed “you suck!” he laughed, smiling at his future wife. he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bag.

it was a small locket, y/n opened it, looking at the pictures inside of it. “joshy…” the pictures where the two of them in her college dorm, and the two of them on their first date at his football game. “this is beautiful” she whispered under her breath.

after skillfully putting the locket on, wanting it for the wedding, and she put her hand on josh’s face. “i’m gonna take your blindfold off josh” he smiled. “i want to see my beautiful girl”

she pulled off his blind fold and his mouth fell open. “y/n…” he looked at his fiancé, studying her entire body. “it’s so beautiful, your so so beautiful” his eyes welled with tears. “i’m gonna vomit” he said, making y/n almost fall over from laughing.

josh was full on face full of tears, “i never saw myself being married to anyone.” he held both her hands. “but the second i saw you in your bummed out clothes and your messy hair all i could think about was marrying you one day.” he pulled one hand up and wiped his tears away. “i am so happy, because,” he took a breath because of a sob irrupting from his throat. y/n pulled him into a hug. he buried his head into her shoulder. “do not ruin my dress joshua!” she laughed, hugging him close. “i’m so happy because i found the person who is going to grow old with me.” he looked up from the hug, putting his hand on her cheek. “and you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world

y/n” y/n smiled, then her eyes brightened up “josh!” she giggled, letting go of his hands and putting them into her dress. “it has pockets!!” she showed, twirling around with happiness as she remembered the main reason she bought this dress

“oh yeah” she then pulled out a stick, not wrapped, not bagged, just the stick it’s self, placing it into his hand.

“no your kidding” josh said, as he realized what she just placed in his hand. “this is your present?” his hands began to shake. “Y/n your joking, like this is really fake” his eyes welled with tears again, and y/ns did as well

“we’re having a baby josh” she whispered, he looked up into her eyes. “i’m gonna be a dad” she nodded, and he pulled her into a big hug. as josh cried, holding y/n, jason and y/s walked into the hall. “it’s time” y/s said, josh let go of y/n, kissing her cheek.

“i’ll see you at the alter beautiful”

y/n smiled, watching her future husband walk out of the room with jason, and she saw the exact moment josh told jason he was goin go to be a dad. josh turned once more to look at his fiancé one last time as his fiancé “i’m gonna puke right now”

Y/nAllen

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user5: is that A PREGNANCY TEST??

user7: stop you guys are my favorite couple to ever exist

jasonallen: he cried harder than i’ve ever seen anyone cry before

y/sinsta: i will actually break his kneecaps

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y/nallen: normalize beautiful wives crying over mcdonald’s not having ice cream

——> user8: real

jasonallen: get y/n her mcdonald’s man

y/sinsta: he kept threatening to vomit but not even once did he puke, im proud

[dramioneasks]

Do you know any fics where Draco and Hermione are in a forced marriage. Voldy wins AU or during war time, and D comes home after killing people and H knows and hates it?

Shadows of Ourselves By: InkFairy - T, 32 chapters - Draco Malfoy has played both sides of the war for years, but when Voldemort gives him an ultimatum—bring him Hermione Granger or die—she surprisingly agrees to be handed over to the Dark Lord. Together, they take pureblood society by storm as Master and Madam Malfoy, all while trying to help the Order find and destroy the last Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort forever.

The Breaker of Bonds - Canttouchthis - E, 29 chapters, Words: 173,955 - In Voldemort’s kingdom, Hermione and Draco are nothing but battered trinkets for the king’s entertainment. But there are more players than the mad king knows, and the game is far from over. A Voldemort wins AU inspired by Game of Thrones.

The Vow By: lun27 - M, 14 chapters - Hermione didn’t think her life could get any worse, but the Malfoys are experts at proving her wrong at every turn. So she plays along with their game of tug of war while Voldemort rises to power and threatens their very life. Dramione Marriage Law AU.

Last Words by RebelVale - M, 24 chapters - After two and a half years on the run Hermione’s luck runs out and she finds herself on her knees with Draco Malfoy’s wand at her throat and no one left to save her. “Last words Granger?” AU where Harry doesn’t survive the battle of Hogwarts. Substantially revised version of work previously published elsewhere.

Entanglement By: blankfish - M, WIP - “Your loyalties begin and end with me now, Granger, or have you forgotten?” he spat bitterly. At the request of the Order, Hermione Granger marries Draco Malfoy, a man she’d only ever known as her enemy. This decision leads her on a winding path of tumultuous consequences that even she could not have predicted. Dramione War AU.

Draco Takes a Mark - diamonddaydream - T, 53 chapters, Words: 184,204 - "The fact that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were mad for each other was the worst kept secret at Hogwarts.“ Retelling of The Half-blood Prince as a Dramione story. Crookshanks brings Draco to Hermione after she’s brought back cursed from the Department of Mysteries. Knowing the relationship they’ve carried on in secret since the Yule Ball is about to be tested, she inscribes an ancient love charm onto his left arm with surprising consequences which may affect the course of the coming war. Continues the story "Dancing with Draco ” or reads fine on its own. Complete, HEA

-Lisa

[happilychaengs]

Birthday Sunrise

a/n: first birthday fic i've done before. the poll ends in 6ish hours by the time i'm posting this so vote if you want. this wasn't all that spectacular but i wanted to post something or i might as well go back on break. but like jeongyeon's insta story with all these jihyo pics are a godsend

jihyo x gender neutral reader

fluff

word count: 770

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"Don't you dare pull it out Jihyo."

"I'm going to do it."

"I swear to God, Jihyo..."

"I'm so close..."

"Don't do it... Wai- Fuck!"

You groaned as you took a quick sweep of the pile of Jenga blocks now scattered across your table before glaring at her. "Listen to me for once, Jihyo! This is why we always lose game nights." You mumbled under your breath as she shook her head and grouped all the blocks together.

"You realize... you're the only one who cares about that, right?"

You scoffs as she closes the box altogether, setting it down on the couch behind her, "Some competitive spirit never hurt anyone."

"Not until you decide to stay up until..." she pauses as she stares at the clock on the wall, "5:43 in the morning, to quote on quote 'work on your craft.'"

"Jenga is an art." You remark as your elbow lays on the table, your finger pointing directly at her. "You're either for it or against it and clearly you're... against it."

A yawn escapes her lips as her eyes get teary, "If that means I can get some shut eye, I'll gladly be against it."

You scoff at her as you put your hand over your chest dramatically, "How could you? I thought you were with me forever and always! You vowed to!"

Her eyes widen as she starts rattling on and on. Her vows were to be taken seriously. "Right... uh... yeah, I was just joking. Mhm." She nods as if to give herself reassurance that you didn't just hear the nonsense that just came out of her mouth.

You smile playfully at her as you finally figured out a way to get her to do practically anything for you after all these years together. She lets out a groan as she leans back onto your arms, her back aching from how long you two have been sitting.

"Seriously though, what's the plan here? Why did we stay up all night playing board games?"

A small pout evidently makes its way onto your lips as you tilt your head, "Do you hate spending time with me?"

"No... just curious. That's all."

"Well, because I know we both don't wake up early enough, I decided to keep us distracted for a while."

Her eyebrows creased curiously, "To do what exactly?"

She feels your warmth clasp around her arm as she feels you drag her outside, a small ladder to her right that she's never seen before leading to the roof. She chuckles, "What is this?"

"Come up with me, and you'll see."

She lets go of your arm and quickly climbs up the short ladder as you follow suit. And there she sees a small cotton blanket rested down on your roof, you stepping carefully around her and onto it as you plop down and pat the side that's empty. "Sit!"

And your childish like giddiness is so endearing to her as she sits down, her arms looping around your torso and her head resting on your shoulder. "What are we really here for?"

"Sunrise." You let out in a soft whisper against her ear. You feel the warmth of her cheek against your body as she nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, her fingers intertwined with each other, pulling her closer to you.

And almost if on command, you see the yellow rays shine through the horizon, the moonlit black sky embracing a vibrant yellow, orange hue. You can hear a small gasp within earshot as you look towards her, her dewy eyes reflecting a beautiful color from the display in front of her.

The two of you stay there for a few minutes, admiring the sights you both have been watching before she speaks up in a whisper, "It's beautiful. This was worth it."

You hum in agreement as you continue staring. "Definitely." Her eyes meet yours again and you see her expression drop, her rolling her eyes and a scoff escaping her lips. "You're so corny."

You laugh as you pull her closer to you, much to her dismay, "What? I can't admire my own sunrise?"

You hear her fake gag as she looks back to the actual sunrise, distancing herself a little from you. "You're annoying."

"Don't you love me though? Your moonlight?" You nudge her shoulders as you laugh.

"You're pushing it." A smile almost escapes from her mouth but she doesn't let it.

You finally quiet down after what feels like hours of laughing at her before holding her closer again, "I'm sorry. Happy birthday my darling."